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                               See No Evil
                             by Phil Phantom

Copyright© 1999 by Phil Phantom


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Description: A massive collection of erotic stories. Cross linked. There is something for every one in this one.

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© 1997 ALL Rights Reserved



See No Evil, and all of its linked story pieces, is... 
Copyright © 1997, Phil Phantom, ALL Rights Reserved 
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit without the written permission of the author.
This story may be freely distributed with this notice attached.

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Introduction


This is the story of a big fish in a little pond. Set in a small town in the heartland of America in the early sixties, surrounded by a vast sea of corporate giant wheat fields and prairie grass lands, the town wouldn't even be a pit stop on the way west were it not for Estelle Greyson.

The Greysons had always been the only big fish, and the pond had always been just barely large enough to contain them, but when the area began losing small family farms to the corporate agriculture empires, the pond became a puddle and couldn't even keep Estelle wet.

Estelle would have none of that, so when she inherited her family's vast fortune and land holdings shortly after WWII, she solved the problem by building a major manufacturing complex, luring back some long-time residents, halting the exodus, and bringing in new blood. By 1950, she at least had room to swim.

By 1963, everyone either worked for Greyson Industries or owed their living to the plant being there. The day the plant closed, everyone would leave, all real property would be worthless, and all real property owners would be up a creek without a paddle.

>Speculation about the plant's ability to survive or Estelle Greyson's frame of mind, state of health, or her disposition was a constant topic of conversation. No one really cared about Estelle, but everyone knew that Estelle and the plant either stayed or went together, and for someone to attack Estelle Greyson was tantamount to throwing a brick through the front window of their own sweet home. People simply didn't do that, and they certainly didn't do that to their neighbor's home.

By 1963, Estelle was just beginning to realize how big she'd become, how small her pond actually was, and she was bored. The plant wasn't doing well and was a drain on her remaining wealth. The day would come when she'd have to cut her losses and abandon the only home she'd ever known. She could not expand the plant, and cutting back by ten percent would reduce the population by ten percent. She tried not to think about that day, but she was bored.

Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. By 1970, every former resident could tell you that from first hand experience, but you'd have to travel from sea to shining sea to ask them. Where 10,000 little fish once shared a puddle with a whale, twelve families lived in a buyer's market, eking out a living salvaging building materials. Like termites in a fine china cabinet, even they were coming to the point when they'd have to move on.



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Book 1


Estelle Greyson studied the gown selections for her sixteen-year-old daughter's upcoming City Junior Miss pageant. She narrowed the choices to two. The pastel blue would set off her light blond features, but the red would accentuate her shapely figure. Jason, the butler, entered with a manila envelope. "This arrived for you, Madam."

"Thank you, Jason, just set it down. Tell me, which would you prefer on Cindy?" Jason studied them for just a second, then chose the red. "I should have known you'd pick the sexy one, especially for Cindy. Honestly, Jason, you men are so predictable. Always thinking with your penis."

"May I remind you, Madam, that most of the judges will be men. This is for the pageant, isn't it?"

"Good point. The red it is. That will be all."

Jason bowed out. Estelle went over arrangements, appointments, and checked her calendar before her eyes settled on the envelope. She opened it, then turned the open end down. A thick stack of eight by ten black and white glossies spilled out on the dining table. She spread them out and gasped.

The short, hand written note simply said, "We regret that your lovely daughter had to withdraw from the pageant."

The photos showed her lovely daughter, nude, engaging in every manner of sex with three men, a woman, and a dog. Estelle quickly gathered the pile and went into her private study. She examined each in detail with a magnifying lens under a powerful light. She examined them for two hours.

When Cindy arrived home from school, Jason led her to her mother's study. After he announced her arrival, Jason departed.

"What's up, Mother? Is my gown here?"

"I have something I want to show you. Look on my desk."

Cindy strolled over and instantly recoiled, her hand covering her mouth. Estelle walked up, halting her daughter's back stepping. She moved Cindy up to the desk. "It appears you had quite a party."

"Mom, I was raped. They forced me."

"Oh, well that explains it. You were raped. Funny, I don't recall you mentioning any rape. I know I've been preoccupied with your pageant activities and arrangements, your dance lessons, your voice coach, and then there was the prom queen events, your college applications and such. I could have missed you saying, 'Oh, by the way, Mother, I got raped.' "

With tears in her eyes, trembling and shaking, her face a deep red hue, Cindy cried, "I couldn't tell you."

"You couldn't tell me about something that important occurring in your life. I am intimately involved in every single facet, every decision, every nuance of your life, but your gang rape is too trivial a matter to bother me with. Is that what you are saying?"

"No! It's not that."

"Are rapes so commonplace in your life that you forget to mention them?"

"No, this was the first, but I was too ashamed to tell anyone, least of all, you."

"By the looks of these pictures, I can see why. It appears rape suits you quite well. What did they do, point their fingers at you and threaten to shoot if you didn't fuck them all?"

The word "fuck" coming from her mother startled Cindy, but her other words, her cynical snide comments, were quite familiar and always stung her ears. With tears flowing, with sobbing shakes, she implored, "I was raped, Mother. They forced those things on me. They made me pose like that. They made me smile for the camera. You can see where they had a tight grip on my legs in that one with the black man. And look, see how my eyes are squinted in the one where I'm suc... doing that to the dog. That's because the man is squeezing the hair at the back of my head. He forced me to do that."

"And next you'll tell me that he squeezed so hard that your tongue came out while that dog's cock was all the way down your throat. What were you trying to do, lick the dog's balls while he was throat fucking you. Don't you think a plain-old, ordinary blow job would be good enough for a dog?"

"Mother! How can you say those things? Whatever I did, they made me do. I was raped. Why won't you believe me? I WAS RAPED!"

Estelle slapped Cindy hard across the face, sending her reeling back on her heels to fall on her ass. "Don't you ever raise your voice to me like that again! Do you hear me?" Cindy sat, rubbing her red cheek. She nodded. The shock of the slap took away the tears and tightened her jaws. She slowly regained her feet as her mother said, "Now, you go up to your room and wait for me. I will get to the bottom of this." Cindy made an abrupt turn and walked out.

Estelle went back to look over the pictures. Under her breath, she said, "Cindy... Cindy... Cindy... What ever will I do with you now?"

Cindy threw herself on her bed and cried into her satin pillow. Minutes later, her mother, looking severe as ever, came in and sat on her bed. Cindy stopped crying and rolled onto her back. She sat up against her headboard as Estelle said, "Now, I want you to tell me every single detail from beginning to end. When did this supposed rape take place?"

"A week ago. It was last Friday after school."

Cindy explained how she was pulled into the side door of a blue van parked beside her Porsche in the school parking lot; that she was blindfolded, gagged, and driven for about ten minutes. She did not know the four people--three men and a woman. All were adults in their thirties. They removed her blindfold and gag in an abandoned farm house. They told her that if she resisted, screamed, or tried to run, they would kill her. She saw no gun, but thought they had one. They ordered her to strip, and she stripped.

"Details, I want details, Cindy. Who touched you first, and where?"

"The leader, the big guy. He touched me on my vagina."

"Cindy, I am not about to sit here and listen to a clinical account of this alleged rape. He touched your pussy."

"I can't say that."

"You can suck a dog's dick, but you can't say the word pussy."

Cindy blushed and covered her face. "I don't use those words, Mother. This is so embarrassing."

"Cindy, get out of your clothes."

Cindy's head popped up, "WHAT!"

"You heard me; get out of your clothes... NOW!"

Cindy rolled off the bed, looking back to see if her mother was serious. Seeing that she was, she began removing her clothes. She felt terribly self-conscious. Her mother's eyes never left her body as the parts came into view. She shimmied out of her panties and stood naked, waiting. Estelle said, "Now get back up here."

Cindy mounted the bed and stiffly settled back in her place. Estelle said, "Now arouse yourself. Use your hands."

"WHAT? You mean masturbate... Here... In front of you?"

"That's exactly what I mean. You can not discuss this subject in your inhibited, normal state of mind. This will help you relax and open up. Besides, I do not trust the account your rational, calculating mind will recount. Your aroused sensual mind will lay it all out as it really happened."

"Mother, I only have one mind and one story to tell. Even if I had two minds, they'd both tell you the exact same thing."

"Just do as I say, Cindy. I am not going to say this again."

"Mother, I can't do that with you watching me."

"Put your hands between your legs and arouse yourself. Do it, now! If you don't get busy, I will call Jason up here to do it for you."

"Mother! You wouldn't!"

"Oh, wouldn't I? If it takes a big black hand on your cunt to get you started, Jason's hands should do nicely. Shall I call him?"

Cindy timidly moved her hands between her legs, her face and upper chest splotched with red blushes. Cindy's eyes intently studied this unfamiliar person masquerading as her mother, the barrage of vulgar words she'd used still echoing in her mind.

Estelle watched her bewildered daughter's fingers making idle motion, then said, "I'll go mix myself a drink. I'll give you time alone to warm up. When I return, I had better see masturbation. What you are doing is not masturbation and could not even pass as a vaginal massage. If you can't arouse yourself, perhaps you will respond to Jason's large black fingers. Either way, you will be aroused before we proceed further." With that, she stood and walked out.

As soon as the door closed behind her mother, Cindy released all the pent-up tension in one mattress-pounding, muffled scream accompanied by flailing arms and legs. She felt better afterward, then relaxed and thought hard about her bizarre situation. As she often did, she thought aloud, saying, "I can't believe this is happening to me. I get gang raped, and now my own mother wants me to frig off for her. Jesus!"

Her hands went to her crotch. This time, she began her usual masturbation technique. With one hand, she rubbed her clit; with the other, she entered her hole with two middle fingers.

"I'll bet those pictures made her horny. Well, fuck, if she wants to watch me play with my pussy, I'll play with my pussy. Why not?"

She intensified her actions and soon had a nice feeling suffusing her loins. The image of her mother watching made her smile.

"You want to watch me play with my fucking Miss America pussy, Mommy? This is how I really play with my pussy!"

Cindy pounded her vagina with deep, fast jabs, while vigorously rubbing her clit. She drew her legs back and flattened out her knees, making an obscene spread, saying, "This is how your perfect daughter masturbates, Mother Dear. She fucks her horny cunt like a two-bit whore."

Cindy's actions came to an abrupt halt with the sound of heels clattering in the hall. She let her legs down and sat up, keeping both hands in her crotch. Estelle entered carrying a scotch and soda. Cindy slowly rubbed her clit between two fingers while stroking the finger of her other hand through the base of her wet slit. She held her legs tightly clenched together. Estelle sat on the bed and looked at her daughter's working fingers, saying, "Well, that's an improvement, but that wouldn't arouse a nun. Open your legs."

"But this is how I do it. I like to clamp down on my hand."

"Well, do it my way. I need to see your whole vagina especially your vagina hole, to determine when you are sufficiently aroused. Now open your legs wide."

Cindy moved her legs a foot apart and smartly said, "Can you see everything now, Mother?"

"If I hear you use that tone with me again, I'll slap your god damned mouth!" Instead, she slapped the inside of Cindy's right thigh and said, "Now, open your fucking legs and let some daylight in there!"

Cindy instantly moved her legs out as wide as she could. The sting from the slap didn't hurt, but it did send a jolt of arousal through her loins. Her fingers worked faster and delved inside her moistening hole. Her mother's hard stare excited her further. Cindy wanted to spread her legs even wider, but her mother's position on the bed blocked her.

Estelle noticed the problem at the same time and said, "This won't do. Wait a sec?" She got up and pulled Cindy's chair over from her vanity table. She brought the padded arm chair to the side of the bed and sat, scooting up close until her knees touched the mattress. She said, "Scoot your butt up to my knees and drape your legs over the arms of this chair."

Cindy instantly saw the utility of this arrangement and got into the desired position. With her ass touching her mother's knees and her calves resting on the velvet arm rests, the spread was not that great. The lewd position and bare skin contact with her mother sent tingles of arousal through the young girl.

Estelle said, "Scoot your ass up onto my legs."

Cindy lifted her ass and wiggled closer until she could hook her legs over the arm rests with the padded portion under each knee. When she laid her head back, her mother's knees dug into her lower back. The position was awkward, but she was obscenely spread with her pelvis raised, arousing her further.

Estelle said, "Are you comfortable now?"

"Yes!"

"All right, get busy, and don't waste my time."

By this time, those words were music to her ears. Cindy quickly lost her inhibitions. Her fingers worked in harmony, boldly manipulating her sex. Estelle stared openly, admiring her daughter's intimate anatomy. The black and white photos did not do her justice.

She admired Cindy's firm vaginal flesh; her fresh light color; bright, coral-pink interior; her light blond, fine pubic hairs; and her full, puffy labia lips with her slightly darker inner lips protruding from them. Her shiny pink and erect clit received a thorough massaging, alive under the finger assault. Clear, glistening, vaginal lubricants seeped from her daughter's interior to be spread over soft, creamy flesh with manicured fingers.

Those fingers slipped inside the moist hole and went deep in to the palm coming in from the side--one, then two at a time, stroking in imitation of a slow, easy fuck, then faster and deeper.

Cindy was ready, too ready, almost nearing a climax. Estelle sipped casually from her drink then calmly directed, "Slow down. I don't want you to induce a climax. You're doing fine, but I want you to stay just below your peak. Keep yourself at your highest state of arousal. If you feel like you're going to climax, stop and pull your labia lips open until you cool off. When you cool off, return to masturbating. Do you understand?"

Breathlessly, Cindy said, "Yes... I'll try!"

"Very well. You were saying something about being touched."

"Yes, the big guy touched my va... my pussy."

"See how easy it is to say pussy, now?"

Smiling, she said, "Yes. You were right. It is easy like this. I like saying pussy, now."

"I knew you would. Cunt is even better. Try that."

Cindy smiled while biting her lower lip, then said, "He touched my cunt."

"Which term do you prefer using, or do you have another you like better: snatch, twat, quim, cunny perhaps?"

Cindy giggled, then said, "Pussy is my favorite, but sometimes I like cunt or twat."

"Use any term that pleases you--any except vagina. Only good girls and ladies have vaginas between their legs. What I'm seeing between your legs is a slut's cunt, and I am watching a slut play with it shamelessly."

The smile left Cindy's face as Estelle reached far to the left to retrieve a hand mirror off the vanity. She held the mirror to Cindy's crotch, angled so Cindy could see the reflected image of her wet hands shamelessly immersed in the vaginal niche. "What do you see?"

Cindy raised her head to stare, then looked to her mother and said, "A slut shamelessly playing with her cunt."

Tossing the mirror to the bed, Estelle said, "Okay, go on."

"He fingered my pussy, and he told me to open my legs wide for him. I opened my legs real wide. He got his two middle fingers up my pussy, and he started finger fucking me while everybody else watched and took their clothes off. I assume it's okay to use the 'F' word."

"You're a slut. That's how sluts talk. Did you enjoy this finger fucking."

"I was scared, but, yes, getting finger-fucked felt good. No fingers but mine had ever touched my pussy before. His were so big and going inside. They felt so nasty. He pulled his fingers out to take his clothes off, and the short guy took over. He got three fingers in me. I could see his dick getting hard. The black guy and the woman pulled my legs wide apart, making me do the splits. The short guy put his cock at my pussy and pushed in."

"Was your pussy wet and receptive as it is now?"

"Yes, very. His cock went in easy. I was a virgin, but it didn't hurt much."

"Because you were horny?"

"I think so. I couldn't help it. The big guy told me to smile. He took a picture. The short guy fucked my pussy, fast. He came in my pussy. I could feel him squirting his cum inside me. I thought about getting pregnant."

"Did that excite you?"

Cindy heaved her ass up, stiffened, groaned, and reluctantly stopped her finger movement. Her fingers pointed up, fanned out, and strained against air. She then remembered the rest of her instructions and brought them to her cunt lips, pulling herself wide open. Estelle smiled inwardly at the sight.

Cindy noticed her mother staring intently at her cunt hole. She strained to pull her cunt wider, her fingertips digging into her resilient flesh. Her hole opened wide and gulped air. She said, "Yes, the possibility of getting pregnant excited me."

"Why would that excite you?"

"I'm not sure. I was surprised that the idea made me horny, or hornier. They got me pretty horny before he came in me. I suppose that had a lot to do with it."

"I want you to think hard about this. I will tell you that I also found the idea of you getting pregnant from this alleged rape stimulating. I'm curious as to whether our reasons are similar."

"Well, I suppose, because it wouldn't be my fault, but anyone who saw my big belly would know that somebody fucked me. They'd know I wasn't a virgin."

"Is that all?"

"Well, another thing that popped in my head was that the baby would be a bastard. I don't know why that would excite me, but it did."

"A black bastard, perhaps?"

Cindy blushed, though the blush was barely detectable through her flushed features. She said, "Yes, I did think about that."

"And that excited you even more, didn't it?"

"Yes, it did. Is that what excited you?"

"Never mind me; we're talking about you. Go on with your story."

"I wanted him to stay inside me, but he changed places with the black guy. They were mad at the short guy because he came in my pussy."

"That's odd."

"Yeah, I thought so, too. They didn't seem like the type that would care."

Cindy's ass slowly lowered to her mother's legs and her fingers resumed their play. Estelle said, "This black man, he had a big cock from what I saw. Did his big black cock hurt you?"

"Yes, but it hurt good. I was so slippery inside. His cock went in easier than I expected. He made sucky noises while he screwed me. They took pictures, close-ups of his big black dick going in and out of my spermy white pussy. He was so big, he squished out all of the other guy's sperm. They were happy about that."

"And how did you feel about that?"

This triggered another close call. Her ass raised up, but this time, she went right to her cunt lips, pulling herself open. Estelle blew on her daughter's sensitive membranes, inspiring Cindy to lift her cunt closer to the source of the cool air. Cindy watched intently, peering over her pubic mound at her mother's pursed lips. Only inches separated her cunt from her mother's lips. She pretended her mother was preparing to plant a kiss between her legs.

Cindy half expected her mother to draw back, but Estelle remained in place, blowing on the fanned open cunt that was not more than two inches from her lips. This sent a strong rush through Cindy and inspired her to move her splayed vagina dangerously close. Like a mother cooling hot soup for her child, Estelle tried to cool her hot daughter's steaming vulva.

Estelle directed the stream of air over every inch of wet pussy, paying particular attention to the hole. After expelling several breaths in this manner, she said, "You were about to tell me how you felt about this black man pushing out the white man's sperm."

Cindy managed to get her vagina to within a finger's width of touching her mother's lips without causing her mother to shrink back. She settled reluctantly and said, "I thought it was sexy, his pushing the white guy's sperm out to put his own in. I figured he'd pull out because of the way they acted about the other one shooting inside, though I liked the thought of him cumming inside me."

"I appreciate your honesty, Cindy. Above all, be honest with me."

"I will, Mother. I want to be honest, I really do. I even feel like confessing something I never thought I would, even in an aroused state."

"By all means, do."

"While he was fucking me, they let go of my legs. I held them wide open on my own. When he started to cum, I dug my heels in his ass and tried to keep him from pulling out. I tried to get him in even deeper. His cum shot right up into my womb. I could feel it. He flooded my womb with his black seed."

Cindy had a close call, raised her ass, stopped, but settled back, saying, "I locked my heels and held him in deep, Mother. I wanted his black sperm deep in my pussy. They liked the way I was grinding my cunt up tight to his crotch, even long after he'd finished cumming, like I was using my pussy to milk all the sperm out of his cock. I was, and I was conscious of that fact. I wanted to send the message that it was okay to cum inside my pussy. They got the message. That's when the woman straddled my face and told me to lick her pussy."

"You appeared to be doing a good job of it."

"Not at first. Having a grown woman's big hairy pussy in my face freaked me out, but I got used to it pretty quickly. She sorta sat on my face, so I couldn't have gotten out of having her pussy on my mouth. The smell wasn't bad, so I let my tongue ease out for a taste. The taste wasn't bad, either. Pretty soon, I was licking all over while she rubbed her pussy all around on my face. I got her clit in my mouth and sucked. They took the pictures when she came."

"And you licked her pussy hole after she came, I suppose."

"Yes, I did."

"Did they tell you to do that?"

"No. I wanted to do it. I wanted to taste her cum, and I liked it a lot. I licked way inside, trying to get all of her pussy cream."

"Interesting. What happened next?"

"The big guy brought his dick to my mouth. I sucked him till he came in my mouth. I swallowed his cum."

"Did he tell you to swallow it?"

"No. I wanted to do that, too."

"Was the black man still inside you?"

"Yes, the whole time I sucked both of the other men and the woman. He even got hard and started fucking me all over again. He came in my pussy a second time while I was getting a mouthful of sperm."

"Just to make sure he got you good and pregnant, I suppose."

This brought Cindy's ass shooting up and her hands to her pussy lips. Estelle blew as Cindy got her cunt in very close, closer than before, her knuckles actually touched her mother's cheeks. She moaned, "Yes, I think they were trying to get me pregnant by him. The woman told him to keep my pussy plugged. If that's what they were trying to do, they picked a good time. I was right between my periods."

"You do realize that you were most likely ovulating at that time, don't you?"

Cindy had her vagina raised so high that her mother looked right into the hole at eye level, just a fraction of an inch away. Her nose touched between the two nether holes. Cindy felt the electrifying contact and strained to keep her ass up. She rolled her pelvis in a slow, mid-air grind that caused several more contacts. Estelle made no comment, nor did she recoil. Cindy said, "Yes, I knew that I was probably fertile when I tried to keep the black guy from pulling out."

Estelle was amused by Cindy's actions. Her daughter was painfully aroused but too shy to press the contact she so obviously craved. Estelle took an ice cube from her drink, ran it over the surface of Cindy's vagina, then pushed the remainder inside, saying, "Does that help?"

The cold ice took the edge off. Cindy relaxed, eased back to her mother's lap, and said, "Yes, thanks." Slowly, she settled and resumed her pussy play, watching her mother wipe her nose, saying, "I'm sorry, Mother, but recalling that scene really turns me on."

"I could tell. I understand. Tell me about the dog. Did you suck him first, or fuck him first?"

"I sucked him first. I sucked him while the black guy was still plugging my pussy. They had placed me on my hands and knees with the black man in me doggie style. I was super turned on when, all of a sudden, I felt this hot, smooth, slick meat at my lips. I just opened wide and the dog's cock went in my mouth and right down my throat. It was while looking at his balls and his furry sheath that I realized I had a dog's cock in my mouth. They were holding him straight up by his front paws."

"I saw the pictures, remember?"

"Oh, yeah."

"How did you feel about having a dog's cock placed in your mouth?"

"I was so turned on, I could care less. Actually, that's not true. I loved it. It felt nasty, wicked, dirty. In all honesty, the dog's cock felt great and had no offensive taste, but I couldn't breathe. They helped by pulling him out every thirty seconds so I could take a few breaths. When I caught my breath, I'd gobble his cock back down my throat. Actually, the dog was fucking my mouth--fucking my throat. All I had to do was hold my head steady and make my mouth like a bitch's pussy. I pretended my mouth was a dog's pussy and pursed my lips."

"Thank you for offering those details. I'm curious, Cindy. How could you take a cock that long down your throat without gagging?"

"Taking him into my throat got easy after a few times, but the first few made me gag. I got good at it and sucked him in until I got all of his fury sheath in my mouth. It felt like the tip of his dick was in my stomach."

"So, naturally, you licked his balls."

"You were right, I was trying to lick his balls. I did that when I saw them getting ready to take the picture. They didn't tell me to do that, I just did. They thought doing that would make a great picture. Did you like that one?"

"Very much. How thoughtful of you to think about the pictures at a time like that. The dog sucking shots were excellent. I especially liked the one where you have the tip at your pursed lips, giving us a good look at his size. From the tip to his balls, I measured eleven inches. I gauged that by the width of your hand. We measured for gloves, if you recall."

"Very clever, Mother."

"Another thing I liked was the way your throat was swelled when he was deep inside."

"His cock got a big lump in the middle that stretched my throat. He came straight into my stomach. I never tasted his sperm; I just swallowed hard while he squirted. I could feel the cock jerk in my throat each time he squirted. I milked the cum from his balls by using my throat muscles. They said they wished they'd brought a movie camera to catch the throat contractions. The stills don't show how I milked his cock while he came. They said I looked like a milking machine."

"That was a great oversight. There's no proof that he came in your mouth. I suppose that's why they took the one of you licking his dick after the swelling went down. The implication is obvious."

Twice while telling this story, Cindy had to take pauses. Each time, Estelle rubbed her daughter's cunt with an ice cube. Estelle said, "Tell me about the fuck--the doggie fuck."

"It was wonderful. I couldn't wait to try fucking with him. He needed to rest up for an hour. We passed this hour with the black man inside my pussy, and I gave the others mouth jobs once again. I sucked the guy's cocks and ate the chick out twice more. When the dog showed interest, the black guy pulled out and the dog climbed between my legs. He got on me like a man does, belly to belly."

"Yes, I saw that. Did you see them preparing to take a picture of that?"

"Yes, and it excited me. I guided his cock and threw my legs out as wide as I could so the camera could get a good view of the dog's cock sinking into my cunt."

"That was an excellent shot the way they got the dog's cock, your stuffed cunt, and your lustfully smiling face in the same frame."

"Yes, I wanted them to get my face in the picture. By then, I didn't care. I was so fucking horny. I still get horny when I think about it. I'm horny just thinking about it right now. Fucking a dog in front of four people and having pictures taken of it. I imagine the scandal and... Oh! Ohhhhh! Shitttt! Oh Fuck! Yes! Yes!"

Cindy heaved up and frantically pounded her pussy through a dramatic climax. Estelle sat back with a smug smile, watching her daughter lose control. When Cindy stopped and settled to her mother's lap, the full impact of what she'd revealed fell on her like a sack of wet turds. Her hands covered her face and she moaned, "Oh shit. Oh, my God!" She pulled her legs back and rolled off the lap and onto her side, curling up in a fetal ball.

Estelle let the event sink in, then said, "Get back in position. I did not release you."

"Mother, please, no. I can't take this anymore. Haven't you heard enough?"

Estelle leaned out and landed a stinging slap to Cindy's taut ass cheek, saying, "NOW!"

Cindy uncurled and got back in position, her face burning red with shame and humiliation. She brought her hands back to her crotch, more to hide it than stimulate it. Estelle said, "Now you see why I value this technique for getting at the truth. A female can't lie about sexual matters while sexually aroused. This is better than truth serum, wouldn't you agree?"

"I can't believe I told you those things. I hardly admitted those things to myself. I can hardly believe that came from me."

"I wasn't surprised. That wasn't the story you were about to tell me, was it?"

"No."

"You see, you do have two minds. Okay, now that I know what the situation is, I have this to say. You are dropping out of the pageant. We will not report this so-called rape. We will, in fact, not refer to it as rape ever again. This family will not waste one dime to protect you from extortion by these people if that is their purpose. If they threaten to release your photos, I'll tell them to release them. If they threaten to abduct you again for another session, I'll offer to drive you to them and wait until they're finished with you. Who knows, I may get to watch."

Estelle noted that while talking, Cindy's fingers took up their former stroking and fingering pace. Her arousal returned almost instantly. Nothing Estelle told her seemed to upset her. Estelle sat back and said, "Now, about this pregnancy. If you miss your period, you will have the baby. There will be no talk of abortion. They aren't legal anyway, but that's neither here nor there. If I wanted the bastard aborted, I could get it aborted."

Cindy lifted her ass as high as she could and was going for another cum. She had two fingers rapidly fucking her hole while her other hand rubbed furiously on her clit, moaning and groaning. Estelle found herself talking into Cindy's pussy and breathing in her feminine musk with each breath. She added, "If the child is white, we will find it a good home. If the child is black, however, you will keep it, at least until everyone in this town has seen you with your black bastard."

Cindy exploded, shouting, "Yes! Oh, Fuck! Yessss!"

She ground out a passionate climax while finger fucking herself wildly. This time, when her ass settled back to her mother's lap, she did not roll away and did not stop her finger play. Her eyes stared at her mother, glossed over, hoping to hear more.

Estelle watched her daughter, amused by her passionate reaction. She looked down on her with smug superiority and calmly said, "Since these people obviously tried to get you pregnant by this black man, I presume they will want to know if it was a success. I expect you or I will be contacted after your period due date has passed. That should be next week. If they were successful, then there's no problem. If they failed, they will probably want to try again."

Cindy was back at her pussy, going full force once again. Her ass was already lifting. Estelle said, "If they contact you, I expect you to cooperate with them fully. Arrange a meeting and remind them to bring a movie camera." This brought Cindy's ass up high and got her hands working hard and fast.

"If they contact me, I will make all necessary arrangements to see that he has full access to your vagina at his leisure. I will allow him to screw you right here in your bed. I, in fact, will join with them in carrying out their goal. I will personally see that you get pregnant. I want that message passed along to them, and I want them convinced. That'll be up to you."

Cindy had another powerful climax, then collapsed, totally exhausted and drained, lying like a sprawled rag doll on her mother's lap. Her juices poured from her pussy, soaking through Estelle's skirt, wetting her entire lap. While admiring her daughter's vulgar spread, she said, "Now that you see the value of these discussions, we will be having them regularly from now on. Now that I know you are sexually active, I will want to stay abreast of your activities. This is the only way to do that and not get lies. I will treat these discussions as confidential. Nothing we say will be repeated to anyone by either of us. Is that understood?"

"Yes. I understand."

"Good. I know this technique puts you in a vulnerable state, one wherein you can't hide from me. I feel obligated to treat what you say as confidential. That does not mean I can't use the information I learn to help me deal with you as I see fit. That is my right and prerogative as your mother. Not that it makes any difference, but do you agree with my assessment and freely grant me that right?"

"Yes. Absolutely."

"I expect you to enter into these discussions and hold nothing back. I expect you to totally bare your soul to me. If I detect the slightest hesitance or reluctance on your part, I will be very angry with you. Is that understood?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to be completely honest with you, Cindy. You are ruined. You are a slut. I suppose you've always been one deep down. They simply exposed you. This fact was bound to come out sooner or later. All of my plans for you have been dashed. These people will drag you through the mud before this is over. I won't give them the satisfaction. I intend to beat them to it. I intend to salvage some satisfaction from this. I plan to direct your total fall, and I will enjoy every moment.

"Don't worry, I'll see that you get into a good college, far from here, after you graduate high school. That will give me eighteen months to amuse myself with you. You can start your life over after you leave home. I will even find a good home for your black bastard if that is your wish, but not before I have sucked every morsel of perverse pleasure from seeing you mothering that child in public. Now, you know exactly what my motivations are. Does that make any difference?"

"No. You are my mother. You can do anything you want with me. You have that right."

"Good, then I think we have an understanding. It may interest you to know that I plan to turn you over to my ex-brother-in-law, Bart. I'm sure you'll love that."

"Oh, Mother, no, anything but that. You know I can't stand that man. That would be beyond horrid."

"Yes, it would, wouldn't it? That's why I want to do it. From now on, your role in life is to provide me with amusement. This amuses me greatly."

"Mom, I'm begging you. Please don't, not Uncle Bart. That would be cruel."

"Yes it would. You should see what he did to a family of seven, four boys and one fifteen-year-old girl. They moved out here from Michigan and took the house behind Bart's. Within a month, he had that girl servicing every mutt in his neighborhood and had the mother walking her on a leash, nude except for heels and a collar, going from mutt to mutt. I saw it for myself. Yes, he'll be perfect for you, Cindy."

[Read "Being Neighborly" for the whole story.]

"I never understood how that white trash ever got in the Greyson family. How could Aunt Connie marry that animal?"

"He was our groundskeeper, you know? Do you know that he raped her when she was only fourteen, that she was raped daily until he got her pregnant, that she never told anyone what he was doing to her. Daddy got the child aborted, and he fired Bart. He tried to keep it all hush hush. She kept going back to him. When she turned sixteen, she married his cock. She paid dearly for it. Daddy disowned her. She is not the lady everyone thinks she is. Now she's divorced and disowned. Pity? I never would have tied her up in the gazebo without her panties on if I'd known she would turn into such a cock hungry slut."

"Mom, you're terrible. Aunt Connie is so sweet and nice."

"Yes, she does project that image. Your Uncle Bart thought so, too--sweet pussy and a nice fuck."

"Why do you continue to back him and keep him in that cushy job?"

"Because he amuses me, and it drives Connie absolutely mad. Are you aware of the things Bart does with that city maintenance crew of his? Has the gossip gotten to you?"

"Some, not much, but I can imagine."

"I don't think you can. He has his maintenance shop out on remote city property, far from any prying eyes. The things that go on there make me blush. I stop by whenever I get bored. There is usually a woman, a wife or daughter of one of the crew, tied spread-eagled to a bed he keeps in a special room. He calls it the crew's recreation room. He sometimes has his new wife or daughter in there. You'll never guess who I saw the last time I stopped by: Debbie Filmore. You remember last year's homecoming queen, the school slut."

"Yes, but she only won because you wanted her to win."

"True, but she could have won had she not been a slut. All I did was prevent an injustice. The best girl won."

"The sexiest girl won. Darlene Baker is better. She's the one everybody voted for. Most people still call her the winner."

"I don't care what everyone calls her, it was my slut wearing the crown at the game. That's what counts."

"How did Bart get Debbie?"

"She married a guy who got a job on the crew, how else? Cindy, you should see that girl naked. You should see her fuck. She made me wish I had a cock. I hope Bart makes you as happy on that bed. I have been fantasizing about that since you were eight."

[Debbie's story is narrated by Debbie's husband in "The Crew's Girl".]

"Mother, this is going to be a rough eighteen months, isn't it?"

"I plan to make every hour count, yes. It would be rough regardless. Those people who assaulted you were not from around here. Someone hired them and they can always be brought back. They've proved they can get you and I can't protect you. I won't openly fight them. That could get messy, even bloody. I will fight them, but I'll do it by showing them that this doesn't bother me in the least, and I'll prove it by doing you one better. We'll play tit for tat, only I'll always do one better."

"Mother, I don't think I could take tit for tat and one better."

"Don't worry. You'll adjust. Whatever happens, you can start your life over. This will all be a memory. Your destiny is to marry old money, live a sedate and boring existence of cocktail parties and formals, listening to banal conversation and inane gossip. You will look back on these eighteen months as your golden years, as will I. The important thing is that I find out who my enemies are. They'll strike again, hopefully when you're safe. Next time, I'll be ready and waiting. We are going to lull them into a sense of false security. You may get up now."

Cindy slowly rolled away, and Estelle rose to her feet. She walked to the door, opened it, started out, then stopped and turned to say, "Jason is in the habit of going into my study and straightening my things if I leave the door open. I think I left the door open when I came up here. For your sake, let's hope not. Black men seem drawn to you. If he sees those disgusting pictures, I certainly could not blame him if he took advantage of you." With that, she walked out smiling.

Cindy laid face down on her bed, let out a groan of resignation, and mumbled, "Oh, Jesus, what have I gotten myself into?"

She laid staring up at the ceiling, thinking--"God, that was so dumb asking those people to mail a copy of those pictures just to get out of a dumb pageant. How do I tell Mommy that they were just passing through, spotted a sexy girl, grabbed her, took her to a farm house, had fun with her, then continued their journey to California? How does one tell Estelle Greyson, 'I lied to you.' Fuck! I am so screwed. Who would have thought they'd actually do it? I guess they really did like me. I guess they really were grateful."

Cindy smiled and thought, "They should be. I'll bet they never raped a girl that raped back. The least they should have done was let me keep the dumb dog they picked up. Mom would probably let me keep him. Hell, she'd marry me to him in a public ceremony in Greyson Park with the whole fucking town invited."

She smiled and fantasized, "There I'd be, naked, wearing only a veil and high heels. Do you take this mutt to be your lawfully wedded husband? Yes. Do you take this bitch to be your lawfully wedded bride. Woof Woof. You may fuck your bitch. Ummm, she'd do it, too... ummm, so would I... oh, god, I am so screwed... why was I born with such a horny cunt?"

But then she thought about Jason, his distinguished, mature charm; his eyes as he follows her every move; his long, black fingers and pearly white teeth; and that bulge in his slacks he tries to hide. She thought about the pictures and imagined him pouring over them with a raging erection. She remembered the delicious feel and sight of a black cock in her very white pussy. She realized that her abductors were unlikely to contact anyone ever again, but Jason was ever present.

Her hands went under her hips and delved between her legs. She moaned, "Jesus! Oh, Mommy, bring me some big, black cock to fill my slut pussy... And do call Uncle Bart right away. I'm sure he has a suitable dog. I'm sure you'll see to it. He'll have ten if I know you. Fucked by a pack of dogs... in public... fucked at both ends at once... ummmm, that'll show 'em."

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Estelle returned to her study. She smiled when she saw the photos had been placed in the envelope and set neatly in the corner. She turned and strolled out. She found Jason running a dry cloth over the hood of the Rolls Royce. She leaned her backside against the gloss-black, front fender. "You saw the pictures?"

"Yes, Madam. I thought you'd want them put away."

"She was raped, you know."

"Yes, it appeared so."

"Did you read the note?"

"Yes, I'm sorry."

Estelle let out a sigh, saying, "It was quite a blow to me. I've put so much into that girl. She could have gone all the way. In a few years, she could have been Miss America. She has it all. I can't believe this has happened to me."

"Actually, Madam, I was expressing my sympathies for Cindy."

"Of course, but she's taking this all rather well. Her heart was never in this to begin with. If I didn't know better, I'd swear she instigated this whole thing."

"But you do know better, don't you?"

"Yes, I have many enemies in this county, Jason. Any one of them is capable of this. I never thought even one had the courage. I guess I underestimated my enemy, or enemies I should say. This reeks of conspiracy."

"Are you going to the police?"

"No, they won't get the pleasure of seeing me squirm."

"You don't really think this is the end of it, do you?"

"No. I'm no fool, Jason. Those pictures will eventually get released. All I can do is stall the inevitable. They'll want to squeeze every ounce of humiliation from me first. If I can stall them long enough, I may discover who is behind this."

"And then what?"

"And then, I squeeze back. I am not without resources." She took a slow sip from her refreshed drink, then added, "They are trying to get her pregnant, you know. The black man, the one in the photo... isn't that rich, Cindy Greyson delivering a black bastard child? Nothing against your race, Jason, but you must admit, it would be a real coup for them."

"No offense taken. Is Cindy aware of this?"

"Quite aware. She is enamored of the idea, a chance to get back at me, I suppose. Well, I took the wind out of her sails. I told her that if she weren't already pregnant with a black man's child, she soon will be. I also told her that she'd carry the black bastard to term. No offense."

"None taken."

"I don't suppose you recognize that black man?"

"They all look alike to me, Madam."

"Hum, I thought that was just a problem for whites. I'm sure he's not from around here. I didn't recognize any faces, besides, no faces would have shown had that been the case."

"I would imagine."

"When they discover she is pregnant from that rape, they'll get back in touch, or the people behind them will. They'll try to head off any abortion. That will give me nine months to uncover them."

"Am I to understand that you want her pregnant."

"Yes, very much so, and with a black child. If she delivers a black baby, that will give me even more time if I need it. They will certainly want the child out and about for everyone to see. They won't play their trump card as long as they can continue rubbing my nose in it. Her delivering a black child can give me all the time I need. I just have one problem, though."

"And what would that problem be, Madam?"

"If she is not pregnant, I'll need to get her pregnant... by a black man. They probably wouldn't risk another assault. They know I'll be watching her when she's fertile. They know her cycle. If I knew I could assure a pregnancy in her next ovulation cycle, I could let it leak out that she was already pregnant."

"It appears that all you need is a black stud for your daughter."

"It would appear."

Estelle slid her hand along the fender, then onto Jason's leg. She moved slowly up the inside of his thigh, and closed her hand over a thick slab of growing man muscle, giving it a gentle fondling squeeze. "Perhaps you know where I might find this ebony stud?"

Jason continued rubbing the car while Estelle rubbed slowly up and down on his erection. He said, "If Cindy delivers a black child, I will be suspect. Mr. Greyson would immediately suspect me. He'd have me shot, then fired."

"You leave Mr. Greyson to me. You know very well who wears the pants in this house. You're right, he'll suspect you at once. He frets about you and Cindy being in such close quarters. He has wanted to terminate you since she first developed tits. I kept you on. He will suspect you as soon as he learns of her being pregnant."

"Exactly."

"Don't worry, he won't say a thing about it. He may see you coming and going from her room at all hours. He still won't say a word. He may even catch you in the act, and he won't say a word--not to you, me, or Cindy. He thinks you and I are having sex. Has he ever mentioned it to you?"

"Why would he think we were?"

"Because I told him we were."

Estelle lowered his zipper, then reached into the open fly and extracted his ten-inch rod. She pumped her fist up and down the ebony shaft, watching the glistening precum run from the slit to coat her index finger.

Jason turned to face her, saying "Madam... Estelle, I don't understand you white folks, never have. I can't say that I want to. If you can protect me like you say, I'll stud for you. I'll knock up your little girl for you. If da shit come down on dis po nigga, I be talkin' like a mutha fucka."

Estelle lowered her lips to his dark purple crown and sucked the head of his cock into her wide mouth. She pumped his shaft and pulled his balls free with her other hand, gently squeezing them, sucking, and stroking. Jason turned to face her, head on. He watched her intently and rested his meaty hand on her head, clutching her expensive hair doo, bobbing her head on his cock, saying, "Yeah, baby, suck my big black cock. You've been wanting this for a long time, ain't ya?"

Estelle sucked him in deep while nodding and moaning her response. She loved the way he fucked her head on his cock. She adored the way he talked down to her, slipping into his Afro dialect. She eased down to her knees, ignoring the hard asphalt digging in her nylon-clad knees. She pulled down on the rigid shaft as Jason assumed a hands-on-hips stance, rocking his pelvis in a fucking motion.

She knew the groundskeeper had been keeping an eye on them from a distance. Knowing that he was a witness only inspired her to suck harder and deeper. One glance to the back door told her that her young housekeeper also had eyes on them, peeking through a curtain pulled from the corner of the door glass.

The recently hired, sexy Scandinavian blond was getting an eyeful. Estelle smiled at the image of her maid bent at the waist in that ridiculously brief maid's uniform she made her wear, her big tits hanging out, her long legs showing clear up to her shaved naked twat, her painted-nail fingers in those puffy cunt lips teasing her pristine pussy.

With her passions at a boil, Estelle pushed off against Jason's hips. He released the grip he had on her hair. She rose to her feet, pulled her dress up over her hips, drew the pantyhose and panties to her knees, then laid over the fender with her naked ass exposed to her onlookers. Peering wantonly over her shoulder, she hungrily pleaded, "Fuck me, Jason! Please fuck me, right here, right now!"

Jason was also aware of the spectators. He stood beside her right hip, not wanting to block their respective views. He pushed her skirt up higher on her back, then used his foot to push her panties and hose to her feet. With his left hand, he explored the naked moons and delved between her legs, stroking long black fingers through her moist cleft. He entered her with his two middle fingers as she wiggled her ass to welcome them. While sawing in and out, he said, "You want this black cock, don't you, bitch?"

"Yes, please! Fuck my white cunt, Jason!"

"You want it bad, don't you, baby?"

"Oh, yes, so badly."

Estelle knew, very well, that Jason was showing off for the others, but she eagerly lent herself to this purpose. Though they could not hear their words, they saw her actions. Her ass was in constant motion, grinding back on his fingers. She reached back with both hands and pried her ass cheeks apart.

Jason's fingers eased out of her soupy twat and trailed up her ass crack. He teased her anus, then pushed inside. Estelle groaned, but pried her cheeks wider apart as he slipped in another finger and entered her deeply. He fucked them in and out, saying, "You want my cock in this nice tight ass, don't you, slut?"

"Oh, Yes! Fuck my ass, Jason. Fuck my cunt, then cum in my ass!"

Jason removed his fingers from her spasming ass and poised his cock at her fleshy cunt lips. He moved the dripping head through her lips, smearing her wetness, then slowly entered her pussy.

Estelle let out a long, steady moan. He fucked her with deep strokes for several minutes, quickly bringing her to a climax. He then pulled free and positioned his cock at her sphincter. Estelle pulled her cheeks further apart, and he grabbed her by the hips. She pulled; he pulled. Inch by inch, his big, black pole sank into her colon. When his balls touched her pussy pouch, he began fucking, fucking hard. While he pounded her ass, Estelle rubbed her clit. She came twice more before he emptied his balls in her rectum. When he pulled out, he wiped his dick on her soft white ass, put himself away, zipped up, and said, "Will that be all, Madam?"

Estelle lay sprawled over the fender, her ass drooling semen down both inner thighs. She fought back a smile and said, "Yes, Jason, that will be all. Now, go fetch that little snoop, Eva. Tell her to bring me a warm wash cloth and a towel. You can also tell Juan to pay closer attention to his gardening if he ever wants a green card. You might remind them both that, above all else, I regard discretion to be the highest virtue among my employees."

"I will do as you say, as always."

"You are a good man, Jason, now please get Eva. Your fucking load is about to soil my panties."

"As you wish, Madam."

He turned and walked away with his usual affected air--head high, walking with a slow purposeful stride.

Estelle remained in her obscene position, waiting. Minutes later, a blushing, nervous Eva came out and approached with the requested items. The nineteen-year-old timidly said, "Madam, I have the items you requested."

"Well, you can obviously see what needs to be done."

"Uh... You want me to... ah, do it?"

"No, let the fucking gardener wipe my ass for me, you imbecile. Of course, I want you to do it!"

Eva approached her task with timid reluctance, dabbing at the runs on Estelle's legs with the warm, wet cloth. Estelle impatiently said, "Come on, damnit, get on with it! Don't dab, wipe."

The shy girl wiped one leg, then the other. Pausing before daring a pass up her mistress' crack. Estelle made it clear that the vaginal ablution was expected by pulling her cheeks apart, saying, "Come on. Get it all!"

Eva made three passes through the wet ass crack, then used the towel to dab the area between the cunt lips where semen had flowed from the asshole. Estelle waited patiently, then said, "Now pull my panties up."

Eva knelt to grasp panties, pulling them up and into place. She then did the same for the pantyhose. Estelle then stood up and turned to face her subserviently kneeling maid as, together, they adjusted her dress, brushing the wrinkles out. Estelle looked down on the sexy maid and said, "You took your sweet time about it. I hope you aren't expecting a tip."

"No, Madam, of course not."

"If it's a tip you're after, next time, use your tongue."

"Yes, Madam. I'm sorry, that never occurred to me."

Excited by that unexpected response, Estelle said, "Well, it occurred to me when you rubbed that rough cotton between my legs. I do not appreciate being treated like a piece of cheap furniture by my domestics. Is that understood."

"Yes, Madam. It won't ever happen again, and no tip is expected."

"Well, that's more like it."

Estelle, now quite pleased and looking forward to the next time, brushed past Eva. Estelle paused at the back door. She saw Jason talking with Juan at the corner of the mansion. Impulsively, she strode over to them, wanting to reassert her role as queen bitch of the estate. When she got to them, both men waited to hear what she had to say. Estelle stopped before Juan with her arms crossed, head held high. Without looking to Jason, she said, "Tell him to drop his pants."

Jason suppressed a wry smile, then passed on the message in Spanish. Juan's eyes grew big, he cried, "Que? Aqui? Ahora?"

"Si, ahora!" Juan shrugged, then undid his baggy pants, dropping them and his boxers to his feet.

The appendage showing between his dirty shirt tails surprised Estelle. She admired his impressive endowment, a good eight inches of semi-erect, uncut manhood. She said, "Tell him to arouse himself."

Jason, didn't know the words, so he made a jerking off motion with his hand. Juan understood at once. He took his dark brown cock in hand, stroking it to full hardness. The cock did not get much longer, but it grew in girth and displayed a fine, plum-sized crown as it blossomed out of the foreskin before their eyes. Estelle watched for several minutes, then said, "Okay, now tell him we're even." She then started to walk away.

Jason reached out and prevented her by a firm hand on her elbow, pulling her back to stand before Juan. Estelle cried, "What on earth do you think you're doing, Jason? Unhand me this instant!"

Jason ignored her and reached for the buttons going up the front of her dress. He methodically began undoing the buttons while Estelle watched her dress opening to expose her bra. Jason said, "You're not going to leave him like this. You started this; you're going to finish it."

By this time, he had the buttons open to her waist. She made no move to stop him as he stepped behind her and began to remove the dress over her head. She allowed her arms to be carried up with the dress, all the while watching Juan stroking his erection at her with a goofy expression on his face. She made no move to prevent her unveiling, but said, "Jason, what do you think you are doing?"

He pulled the dress over her head, leaving her in a half slip, bra, panties, and pantyhose. She saw Juan licking his lips, then her eyes wandered to his big crown weeping golden precum. She found herself raising her arms to allow her slip to be removed, saying, "Jason, would you mind telling me what this is all about?"

Jason ignored her, undoing the clasp of her bra. He removed it and tossed it aside, reaching around with both hands to mold and cup her tits as if in offering to Juan.

"Jason, stop this at once. I am not some cheap Tijuana tramp you can display to the gardener."

When he dropped to one knee and pulled both panties and pantyhose down her legs, she said, "You are not going to strip me naked in front of the help. I will not be treated this way by people in my employ."

"Lift your foot."

Estelle raised her left, then her right, watching him free the undies while saying, "How dare you order me around like you own me!"

He took one foot at a time, removing her shoes and freeing her of her garments, leaving her to stand naked before the gardener. He arranged her clothes to make a bed for her to lie on, then guided her down until she sat with a show of reluctance. He pushed her shoulders back until she reclined, then he pushed her knees out wide. When he stood, Estelle lay as she had been positioned, looking up at Juan's erection as he stood between her legs, leering at her pussy. Jason reached down to pat her beaver, saying, "Es por usted, me amigo."

Estelle watched her mound being patted, waited for Jason to finish talking, then said, "If you are offering him what I think you are offering, you have stepped across the line, Jason."

Juan smiled and got on his knees, bringing his cockhead into contact with her open pussy. Estelle watched closely, saying, "Jason, you can't honestly expect me..." Her knees widened. "... to lie here and let..." Her pelvis began to undulate and lift. Her pussy lips flowed over the crown of Juan's cock. "... Ughhh... to let this gardener... Ohhh... put his hard cock..." Her hips lifted higher, her pussy gobbling up Juan's shaft. "... in my vagina..."

Jason smiled down on her, watching her hump herself on Juan's manhood. Juan simply held his cock steady as she impaled herself on it. She moaned, "You can't expect... Ughhh... Ohhh!... me to simply lie here... Ooooh!... and let him fuck... Ugghh!... my cunt... Ooooh!... like a common whore... Ughh... Ughhh... Ughhh!... Can you?"

Jason replied, "There is nothing common about you, Madam."

Jason smiled down on her, taking the time to study her body for the first time and admiring what he saw. Though she wore too much makeup which gave her face a mask-like appearance, the skin under her clothes was soft, pure, and blemish free. Her breasts looked full and supple, her thighs trim and firm, her abdomen flat and tight. Between her legs was a pussy she kept neatly trimmed with shaved lips. She was proud of her pussy and enjoyed showing it. She kept her knees wide while humping up to engulf the gardener's cock.

Juan was on his knees supporting his upper body by grasping her by the tits. It was a comical, lurid fuck to say the least. Pinned with her shoulders firmly to the ground, she nevertheless managed to keep her pelvis and mouth in motion. She moved rapidly toward orgasm, saying, "You can't honestly expect me to lie here and... Ughhh... let this Mexican... Ohhhh!... Fuck me like a dog... Uggghh!... On the lawn."

Estelle had a powerful orgasm, then collapsed. Juan got up on his knees and grasped her by the hips, driving his cock into her limp body, making her tits shudder like two mounds of jelly. Her eyes slowly opened. She looked down her body at the point of entry, then looked up to Jason. Jason said, "Shall I get Eva, Madam? It would appear he intends to soil your vagina."

"Yes, it would appear so. By all means, fetch Eva." Jason nodded and retired with dignity.

Eva had observed the entire event from the back door. Jason approached her and said, "I believe the Madam will need your services shortly. Why don't you bring a pan of warm water?"

Eva blushed and giggled, "Oh, my, Jason, what's come over her? This is so bizarre. What ever possessed you?"

"Don't ask questions. Try to act like this is all part of a day's work. Don't snicker, laugh, or make faces. Just do your job, take your time, do it right, but don't make a big deal out of it. Remember, no matter what she does, she can still fire all of us with a wave of her hand."

"That didn't stop you, I noticed."

"I took a chance. Go... hurry. So far, she's loving it, but the bitch can turn on a dime. I think she wants you to watch."

Eva giggled and said, "She wants more than that," then dashed into the kitchen. Moments later, she returned with a pan of warm water, a rag, and a towel. Together, they calmly approached the fucking couple. Estelle was still lying with her knees out wide, taking Juan's steady strokes. Estelle took note of Eva's flushed expression, watching her eyes dart repeatedly to her crotch. Estelle patted the space by her left hip and said, "Get ready. He won't be much longer."

Estelle looked to her other side and addressed Jason, saying, "Will you tell this wetback to hurry. I am not going to lie here while he uses me like a Tijuana street tramp."

"I'm sure he'll be finished with you momentarily, Madam. Perhaps if you were to assist, he'd finish sooner."

"I suppose you're right."

With that motivation, she lifted her loins to meet his thrusts, and soon found herself moving toward another climax. Her pelvis humped and rolled on his pistoning shaft in lurid, obscene display. Eva's eyes never left the madam's crotch as she drank in the sight of her employer's vagina sucking the illegal alien's manhood deep within her.

Estelle was fired to new heights by the many eyes watching her debasement. She basked in the obscenity of it all. When she came, she cried out, "Fuck my adulterous cunt, you Mexican bastard! Hurry, cum in my twat. Soil my womb with your seed."

After her climax, that's exactly what Juan did. Estelle laid limp as he buffeted her body, pouring his sperm into her steamy vagina. Eva was ready with the warm rag, and wrapped it around the still embedded cock, wiping it as he slowly drew out. Once free, she rinsed the rag and wiped it again, holding the half erect organ in one hand while washing with the other. Estelle permitted this until she could see she was almost through before saying, "Will you stop fawning over this rapist's appendage. You work for me, remember?"

"Sorry, Madam." Eva then addressed herself to the madam's crotch, following Jason's advice, taking her time as she got in position to use her mouth. Estelle presented her with a wide open crotch, looking like a baby getting ready for a diaper change, or a woman about to deliver a baby to a lesbian doctor.

Juan and Jason stood right over the scene, watching Eva use her palms to flatten out the thighs before bringing her face forward. They looked to each other with amused grins and raised eyebrows, then back in time to catch the first long lap through the drooling slit.

They all watched Eva lap at the vulgar spread like a dog; then, once the outside was clean, lap from the hole like a bear licking honey from the bottom of a deep jar. Estelle was so amazed, she couldn't think of a thing to say, but Juan took advantage of Eva's position to get a good look and feel of the pussy he'd only caught glimpses of.

Estelle enjoyed her intimate, public attention, and was in no hurry to end it. While Eva got well fingered, she lapped faster, making Madam's eyes go cross-eyed. This continued until both had orgasms.

Estelle recovered while Eva lapped girl cum. She looked to Jason with a glassy-eyed stare, saying, "I suppose you let Eva see those photographs?"

"It was Eva who spotted them first."

"I might have known. Well, the damage is done. You may as well bring her in on this. She can assist you. You may as well get started as soon as you feel up to it. Cindy is naked in her room. She's expecting you."

Eva looked to Jason with questioning eyes. Jason said, "The Madam wants me to impregnate her daughter." Eva's eyes widened. She still had that question in her expression, a bigger one. He added, "I'll explain later."

Estelle said, "Would you tell that strutting Mexican peacock to put his dick away and stop toying with my maid."

"You can't blame him for strutting, Madam. This is Mexico's greatest conquest since the Alamo."

"That may be, but I am tired of watching it. Tell him to return to his duties. He wasn't hired to fuck me, and I certainly didn't hire Eva to amuse him."

"No, but you'll have a hard time convincing him of that from now on. Just wait, Eva's almost finished."

"Jason, your impudence is wearing a bit thin. If I didn't need you, I'd can you right here and now."

"I'm well aware of that, Madam."

Eva made a final pass through Estelle's crotch, then stood. Jason offered Estelle a hand. Together, they assisted the madam in rising. Estelle walked away, naked, head high, and called over her shoulder, "Gather my things, Eva."

Once she was inside the mansion, Eva stooped to gather the clothing, saying, "She is unbelievable. Did you see how she strutted off like the Queen of Sheba."

"Why shouldn't she? She owns this place; she owns us; hell, she owns the county."

"True. Say, what's this about getting Cindy pregnant?"

"Just another job she has added to my list."

"Yeah, job, right! You've wanted that girl for years."

"I wanted to drive a Rolls for years, too. It's still a job."

"What's it all about? Is she angry with Cindy?"

"Oh, you think bearing my child is a punishment?"

"It's no reward, Jason. I meant nothing racial about that. The girl is sixteen, after all. Why on earth would she want her daughter pregnant?"

"She says it's to give her time to uncover who is behind her daughter's downfall. If you ask me, that's just a smoke screen. I think she's getting off on it. If she can't have a Barbie Doll to play with, she'll take a Barbie Slut."

"She'll make a good one of either. Cindy is very sexy."

"Yes, let's go find out how sexy?"

Eva stood with her arms full, smiled mischievously, and said, "Why not. We have our orders. What will I be doing? You don't wash sperm from a girl trying to get pregnant."

"No, but you do put any that leaks out, back in."

Eva giggled, and said, "Oh, my, that sounds wicked. Let's go."

Estelle watched the two servants enter Cindy's bedroom, and watched Jason leave an hour later. She sat in her favorite chair, repositioned with a view of Cindy's upstairs bedroom door. Jason calmly walked down the spiral staircase and approached her. Estelle kept her nose in her book until he stood beside her chair. She then set it on her lap and peered over the rim of her glasses. Jason was dressed, but his wet, black cock hung limply from his open fly. She reached out and cradled it, saying, "How was she?"

"Fine, very fine. It will be a pleasure serving you, Madam."

"I thought it might. What is Eva doing?"

"When I left, she was stuffing your daughter's vagina with my sperm and getting her twat licked."

"Interesting. Tell me, have you had her as well?"

"No, but I will. She's a horny little bitch."

"I always thought you had. I hired her for you, you know. I'm disappointed in you."

Jason liked the changes he saw in Estelle. She had showered and wore only a thin housecoat, unbelted, exposing herself down the front, and no makeup. His cock grew under her gentle massage. He said, "I appreciate that. I'm sorry. I certainly don't want to disappoint you, Madam."

"I'm sure you won't. You really do have a marvelous instrument here, Jason. Did Cindy have any difficulty taking it?"

"A little, at first. She took it all, eventually. Do you like it better than Juan's?"

She gave him a wry grin, saying, "Do you know what that impudent gardener did while you were in there fucking my little girl?"

"Pray tell."

"I went out to see how he was doing with those rose bushes. He exposed himself to me."

"Do tell!"

"Yes, and then he entered me. He had sexual intercourse with me while standing up."

"The nerve. He just walked up and fucked you--incredible."

"Yes, and he soiled my womb again."

"Indeed. Will you be needing Eva's services?"

"No, I showered. I just thought you should know. You are chief of servants."

"I'll speak to him about this outrageous conduct. By the way, what position would you prefer he fuck you in?"

She smiled and said, "You are quite impudent yourself, Jason. I can see I will be getting no help from you."

"As you wish, Madam. I must leave shortly to pick up Mr. Greyson at the airport." Looking to his cock in her hand, he said, "I need to put this away."

"Very well. I suppose I'd better put some clothes on. When he sees me like this after a long trip, he always wants sex. That wouldn't do with a vagina swimming with little Mexican sperms, now would it? On the other hand, he'll assume they're yours. You know, on second thought, that sounds delicious. He has never actually been confronted with hard evidence. He needs conditioning. Sloppy seconds might be in order."

"Do what you think is best, Madam; but let me remind you, if he confronts me, I will have no more to do with this. He warns me to stay clear of his daughter and threatens me every chance he gets."

"If he confronts you, just let me know. I'll see that he makes a full apology. Jason, trust me. Look, do me a favor, if he gives you any shit this time, give it right back. I know you can be impudent, be impudent with him. Don't take any shit from him from now on, understand? Your future rests solely in my capable hands."

"So does my pecker, and I need it back."

Estelle leaned over and planted a parting kiss to the shiny wet head, released it, and said, "Take it, then. Remember what I said; don't worry about Mr. Greyson."

"All right, I'll take you at your word. I'm tired of his shit, anyway."

After Jason left, Estelle waited on Eva. She emerged fifteen minutes later, having to pass by Estelle on her way to her downstairs room. Estelle called her over and noted the sheen around Eva's mouth. She made her bend forward and sniffed at her lips. Eva thought she was going to be kissed, and offered a pucker. Estelle sat back with a smile, saying, "I'm not going to kiss you, you fool. At least, not after you've had your mouth between my daughter's legs. That would be perverted, don't you think, almost incestuous."

With a deep blush, Eva said, "Yes, Madam."

"Did you carry out your duties properly? Was my daughter properly mated?"

"Yes, Madam. Jason did a thorough job."

"Good, and you insured that all of his sperm is inside her vagina."

"Yes, Madam. I even used my mouth to stimulate her vaginal lubricants to make it easy for the sperm to swim to her egg."

"Good thinking. And did she properly reward you for your diligent attentions?"

"Yes, she rewarded me in kind. She rewarded me very well."

"I'm glad to hear that. She's a good child. She'll make a good mother. You may go now."

Eva curtsied and left. Estelle got up and made her way to Cindy's bedroom. She opened the door to find Cindy lying in reverse on the bed with her ass raised on two pillows, her feet resting on the head board. Cindy turned to give her mother an awkward smile. Estelle came in and positioned the chair, taking her seat, allowing the housecoat to fall open. She patted her bare thighs and said, "Get in position."

Cindy crawled over and got into the familiar position, feeling a little strange with the bare skin contact. Nonetheless, she spread herself out and waited. Estelle said, "I shouldn't need to tell you what to do every time." Cindy immediately brought her hands into play between her legs and quickly responded to her fingers. That glassy-eyed look came over her again, her pelvis rolled under her fingering.

Estelle said, "Tell me what happened."

"Jason fucked me."

"Details, Cindy. I want details."

"He and Eva walked in on me while I was masturbating. They caught me wet handed. I figured he'd be coming up. I didn't expect to see Eva, though. That was a surprise."

"A pleasant one?"

"It became one, but not at first. She just stood back and watched Jason strip. I waited. He got between my legs and fucked me. There's not much to tell. It was a great fuck. He made me cum three times. He came a bunch and made a big mess. That's when Eva came over. Jason held my legs wide apart with my ass up while Eva scooped up the sperm on the outside and pushed it inside. That was really bizarre, but great."

"I know there's more."

"Yes, he suggested she use her mouth on me. She didn't want to, at first, but then she did. While she licked my pussy, he set her over my head. I licked her pussy while she licked mine. He left right after he got us going. We licked each other for a long time. We both came several times. She's very good. It was the first time anybody did me that way."

"I'm glad you liked it."

[If you'd like the expanded version of this scene and learn more about Eva's experiences with other American families, read "The Breeding of Cindy".]

Estelle had let her hand stray to her own heated vagina, and diddled herself while talking to and watching Cindy. Occasional, their hands touched. Although Cindy couldn't see what her mother was doing, she quickly caught on. She wiggled her ass closer until only two inches separated their vaginas, making hand contact a constant occurrence. Since Cindy continued to wiggle closer, Estelle removed her hand. Cindy got even closer until the back of her right hand nestled snugly in the folds of her mother's sex. With her left, she occasionally went to Estelle's clit and diddled it. Estelle widened her knees, allowing better access. Cindy's upper body slipped between her mother's knees until her upper body rested on the mattress.

Cindy ground her cunt against her mother's, and said, "I love pussy, Mother. I love touching them, smelling them, and licking them."

"Yes, you've made that quite apparent, even your own mother's evidently."

"Yes, especially yours. I'll lick your pussy if you want. I'll suck your cunt, Mother."

"I'm sure. You don't want to suck it now though, it's full of Juan's semen."

Cindy's head came up. With eyes wide, she said, "You let Juan fuck you?"

"Twice, in the past hour. Jason as well. So you see, it would be inappropriate for you to put your mouth there and suck."

"I'll do it anyway. I don't care."

"I'm sure you don't. If you must know, I'm saving this for your father. He'll be home soon."

"Oh, Mother, that's awful. Don't you think he'll know?"

"He will when he gets his mouth on it and winds up with a mouthful of sperm. He's not stupid."

"He'll be furious with you."

"He might, but he'd better not show it. It is my family's wealth that made him the big shot he thinks he is. I am one of the few wealthy women with sense enough to have a prenuptial agreement signed prior to marriage."

"So that's why Daddy is so pussy whipped. I always suspected something."

"Yes, and about your father. How far have you two gone? I know something has gone on between you. Out with it. I want to hear everything."

Cindy looked concerned and guilty as she said, "Mom, you are right, but it isn't all Dad's fault. In fact, it's mostly mine."

"I've no doubt. Well, out with it. I want details, Cindy. From the beginning."

[If you want the details from the beginning, read "Sucking Daddy". That's pretty much all they did, but the sex between them got pretty hot and heavy.]

"Mom, please don't be angry with Daddy."

"Cindy, if you must know, I intend to let him have his way with you. It's the best way I can think of to insure his cooperation. I know he lusts after you. The sexual tension when you two are together could be cut with a knife. I just want to know how far he has gotten on his own, that's all."

"All right, but it may not be as bad as you're thinking. We never screwed, if that's what you think."

"We already established that you were a virgin when you got raped. I know you won't ever tell me a lie. I also know that Ed runs a harem at the plant. He doesn't think I know about his power games, but I've known for years."

"Yeah he told me some stories that are way far out. I couldn't believe my Daddy would do that to people. My Daddy is a child molester."

Estelle laughed, "How long did it take you to figure that out?"

Cindy blushed, then said, "A long time. I guess I never considered what he was doing to me was molesting. I always felt like I was molesting him."

"He is good."

[See how good Ed is in the story, "True Confessions".]

[Or read "Eager Beaver" for a lesson on seduction from a pro.]

Estelle said, "So, tell me, how good was he with you?"

"Mostly, I've been sucking him off. I suck him off every chance we get. We've even gotten daring. We even did it with everyone home. We did it in the kitchen."

"Amazing. That took balls on both of your parts. He must have been getting something off of you besides blow jobs by this time."

"When I first slipped my mouth over his cock, Daddy started feeling me up. That's when I started playing with my pussy. He got me so horny, I had to. He'd finger me, and I'd rub my clit. The last time we did it, which was right before he left on this trip, he had me get naked before we started. That was weird. He had me stand over him and do a strip as a warm up. It was great, both of us naked. I thought he'd try to screw me. It was right after my rape, so I was no virgin."

"Why didn't you?"

"He never tried. I would have, gladly. I wanted it. I even squatted low and ran my cunt over his cock to give him the idea. I took hold of it and aimed it at my hole. I even settled enough for the head to pop in, but he said that was dangerous, that it only took one sperm cell to get a girl pregnant. I didn't know that, so I eased up. I was a bit surprised that he didn't seem interested in fucking me. I mean, he could have gotten a rubber. I knew he carried them. He showed me. I figured he was content with blow jobs. I do a good blow job. I swallow all of his cum, and what I spill, I lick up. He likes that."

"All men do, Cindy. Well, I appreciate your candor. You two went further than I expected. The rest will be easy. You'll get your wish. Now, my little oral minx. Let's see how you do with a hot pussy."

Cindy scrambled to her knees as Estelle scooted the chair back and laid her legs over the armrests. Cindy eyed the spread beaver, then advanced her face between her mother's legs. When lips touched lips, Estelle moaned, "Ah, yes. Lovely. Lick Mommy's pussy, dear, but avoid the hole. I want that sperm to be there for your father to eat. You can have what's on the outside. That's it, suck, baby. Suck your mother's horny cunt for her like a good little girl should. Oh, yes. So good!"

After giving her mother a good long cum, then remaining to lick up her juices, Cindy settled back on her heels and smiled, saying, "You're something else, Mother. Are you really going to get me pregnant?"

"Do you have to ask?"

Cindy reached between her own legs and began playing with herself. Estelle could see the excitement in Cindy's actions.

"Mother, I don't think that other guy got me pregnant. I don't feel pregnant."

"It doesn't matter. Jason will do the job properly. If anyone asks, you missed your period whether it comes or not, understand? I want you to get the word out. Tell your friends at school."

"Okay, I'll tell everyone."

"You do that. Make sure the word gets around. You won't be lying, because I guarantee you, you will miss the next one."

Estelle watched with a smile as Cindy attacked her pussy, going for the cum. Her fingers pounded the slop in her cunt. Estelle said, "Resolve yourself, Cindy, you are going to bear a black man's baby."

"Yes, I know! You'll make me keep it, won't you?"

"Yes, and everyone will see you with that black bastard. You'll nurse it to your pure white breasts in public places."

"Oh, God, Yes! No one will give you a hard time about me nursing in public. I'll expose both tits. Who knows, I might have twins. You'll keep me in school, too, won't you?"

"Of course. Where better to show off you and your mulatto offspring. That bastard will be with you at all times, and you'll have permission to nurse in class, topless if that pleases me, and that does please me."

"Aggghhh!... Oh FUCK!... Oh, shit! I'm cumming!"

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Thirty minutes after Jason left to pick up Mr. Greyson at the airport, the phone rang. It was Jason. Estelle answered, saying, "Where are you? What happened?"

"I took your advice. I got impudent. I got fired. He made me pull over and get out. He drove off in the Rolls. I'm at a pay phone on the corner of 5th and Elm."

Estelle laughed and said, "Relax, I'll call you a taxi. You are not fired. Tell me what happened."

"Well, he asked how everything was in his absence. I told him everything was fine. He asked me if I had screwed Eva yet. He asks me if I've screwed her ever since you hired her. I said I hadn't. He then starts in with his innuendoes. He says, 'I'm glad Estelle hired that sexy little number. Maybe, now, you'll keep your eyes off my daughter.' "

"Oh, he did, did he? And what was your response?"

"I said that I might if Eva were naked and spread-eagled on my bed."

Estelle laughed and said, "That's rich. What was his response to that?"

"He got real pissed. He started in on his threats. He called me a nigger, saying, 'If I ever catch your nigger ass near my daughter, I'll see you fry, boy.' That's when I got pissed and said, 'Massah, you can't blame a po colored boy for wantin' a piece a fine white pussy like Miss Cindy.' That's when he went berserk, ordered me to pull over, and fired my impudent black ass."

Estelle laughed hysterically, then said, "That was magnificent, Jason. You did fine, excellent. When you arrive, Mr. Greyson will rehire you with a big raise and an apology. Do hurry. I'll call the taxi now. You just hang on."

When the Rolls arrived with a screeching halt, Estelle sat reading her book, her housecoat askew showing one tit and one bare leg with a hint of pubic hairs. Ed Greyson stormed in and marched over, shouting, "Estelle, I fired that sorry black bastard, Jason. That son-of-a-bitch had the nerve to tell me that I shouldn't blame him for wanting to fuck our daughter."

Without looking up, she turned a page and said, "It sounds to me like he was just being candid. We should reward that in our domestics. Hire him back."

"Estelle, are you crazy? Didn't you hear what I said? He threw down the gauntlet. That nigger intends to seduce, no, rape our daughter."

"I don't like that word, Ed. Don't ever use it again. They prefer to be called African Americans or blacks."

"I don't care if they want to be called jungle bunnies. Estelle, you're not listening."

"I heard what you said. You are not listening to me. Hire him back and give him a sizable raise. Furthermore, I expect you to make a full apology to him."

"You must be mad. I'll do no such thing. That would be tantamount to saying, 'Here, Jason, take my virgin daughter. Have yourself a ball. To show you how pleased I am, here's a raise to help defray the cost of condoms.' "

"Include in your apology something to the effect, that you do understand his desire for Cindy, and don't blame him in the least."

"You are mad, or this is a very lousy attempt at cracking a joke. I wish you'd take this seriously. If you'll notice, I'm not laughing."

"I like that part about the raise being for condoms. Include that as well. State that as the purpose for the raise." Estelle casually turned another page.

"Estelle, darling, please tell me you're being facetious. Look, I know you're having a sexual fling with that nig... that black man, but you can't possibly want that so much that you'd place our daughter in jeopardy."

"You should never underestimate the depths that a horny woman will go to to satisfy her desires. Furthermore, never underestimate the sexual prowess of the African American male. He called and explained everything. I called a taxi for him. My black lover, my ebony stud, should arrive shortly. Don't make me resort to tired threats. You will do exactly as I say."

Estelle set her book aside and opened her robe. She placed her legs over the arm rests to expose her sloppy wet beaver to her husband's astonished face, saying, "But first, you will kneel and kiss this. Kneel... NOW!"

Ed stared in awe at the obviously fresh-fucked pussy. Estelle said firmly, "I said kneel!"

Ed was still upset and in shock but found himself kneeling. Like an automaton, he inched forward, his eyes held firmly on her open maw. He bent slowly and planted the kiss at the top, over her clit, away from the messy hole. Estelle said, "No, lick it the way I taught you. Get your tongue deep in my hole and lick like a good doggie."

Ed resigned himself and followed her suggestion. His facial expression skewed as he tasted her slimy wetness. "Yes, Ed, that is the taste of an African American male. Do you like it?"

He shook his head, but kept licking. "That's too bad. Perhaps you'll like it better when you lick it out of Cindy's tight little pussy." His eyes rolled up to look at her. He gulped. "Yes, I'm sure you will like that better. I'm quite certain that Jason won't waste money on condoms, but it wouldn't look proper if you didn't suggest he use them. I know you want to look proper."

Ten minutes later, Ed was still licking Estelle's pussy. Eva walked into the room and came over to stand by the side of Estelle's chair. She announced the arrival of the taxi, then remained to watch. Estelle prompted Ed to continue, then pulled her legs back even further to present a more vulgar display, exposing her sperm-covered anus. Ed closed his eyes, blushing shamefully, knowing Eva was watching.

Estelle said, "Make me presentable, Ed." Ed dutifully lapped the sperm from his wife's ass crack, while Eva and Estelle exchanged smiles.

After Ed had her clean, Estelle said, "Thank you, Eva. Come, Ed. Let's go meet Jason, shall we."

Ed stood, dejected, humiliated, now thoroughly pussy whipped. Estelle took him by the hand and led him to the entryway. Eva followed along and took her place beside Ed. Jason entered and stood waiting. Estelle said, "Jason, Mr. Greyson has something to say to you. Ed!"

Ed raised his head and took a deep breath. Jason looked from his wet face to Estelle's nude body under the open housecoat and smiled. Ed said, "I want to apologize for my outburst. I want to hire you back with a fifty-percent raise in salary. You were right, I can't blame you for wanting... desiring my daughter."

These words were like pulling teeth. When he balked at going on, Estelle prompted, "Tell him why he needs the raise, Ed."

He took another deep breath and said, "We figured you will need extra money for condoms. If you weaken, and if something does happen between you and Cindy, please use a condom. In fact, use two. Do not take this as a carte blanche to have sex with our daughter. All we are saying..."

"I think you've said enough, Ed. Jason, Cindy just took a shower. She had a difficult workout in gymnastics today. She complained about sore muscles, high on the insides of her thighs. I think she could use a good rubdown before she gets dressed. You have such nice, big, strong hands; I'm sure she'd appreciate a good inner thigh massage."

Ed looked to his wife with horror, then turned pleading eyes on Jason as the grinning butler said, "As you wish, Madam. Since the child will be nude, perhaps I should undress as well. That way she won't feel uncomfortable."

"That is very thoughtful of you, Jason. Isn't that thoughtful of Jason, dear?" Ed nodded, holding back his anger.

Jason mockingly said, "Man, I sho hopes I duzen't get no boner from lookin' at yo daughter's neked pussy. I duzen't got no rubbas wit me."

"We understand, Jason. Who could blame you for doing what comes naturally? Certainly not Mr. Greyson. He already stated that. Don't you worry. We are fully prepared to deal with any consequences. You just do your best to relieve the ache between her legs. Let us worry about any unpleasant consequences."

Eva offered, "Madam, perhaps I can be of assistance. I could hold Cindy's legs apart for him, and if he should become sexually aroused, Cindy will need attending to afterward."

Ed looked to the aroused blond, his jaw dropping. Estelle said, "You are absolutely right. Good thinking, Eva. Yes, by all means, go with Jason. Assist him in any way you can, and if Cindy gives him the slightest problem, hold her down."

The two smiling domestics headed off, leaving a stunned Ed alone with his very aroused wife. Estelle looked down at the erection tenting his slacks and grabbed it, saying, "Come, Ed. Close your mouth. Your cock is making a fool and a hypocrite of you. Let's take care of this. You can go back to acting shocked and mortified after this goes away." Ed followed his cock into the master bedroom with his mouth closed.

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Ed had a thousand questions percolating in his brain, but his undeniable arousal prevented them from materializing. He followed his bizarre wife in silence, watching her drop the housecoat en route. She casually climbed on the bed and reclined on her back with her legs wide.

Ed shucked his trousers and climbed into her saddle, sinking his eight inches to the balls in one gliding entry. Estelle never made a move but watched her horny husband vent his lust--puffing, panting, and humping her like a horny poodle. He came more quickly than usual, then rolled off.

They lay side by side for several minutes in silence, until the questions formed. "Estelle, why?"

"Why what, dear?"

"You know very well, why. Why are you doing this to Cindy?"

"I'm doing nothing to Cindy."

"You know very well what's happening in her room right now."

"All I know is that, thanks to you, our male servant feels he has the right to have sex with our daughter whenever he feels the urge. We all heard what you told him. You as much offered him a raise to sexually service her. You are the man of the house. I plan to stay out of this."

"So that's it. That was all to make me incriminate myself. But why? You don't need that to control me. You don't need that to have your affairs. I've never given you a difficult time or made any threats. Why do this to Cindy? Why involve her? My God, Estelle, don't you realize she may get pregnant?"

"If this keeps up, which I fully expect it to, she will get pregnant. She may be getting pregnant at this very minute. I think she'll look cute suckling a black baby, don't you?"

"Estelle, that's sick."

"I'm a rich bitch, Ed. I can afford to be sick. In fact, it's expected of me. Notice I said, I'm rich, not we're rich."

"You needn't keep reminding me."

"No, I suppose not. Anyway, to answer your question, 'Why Cindy?' The best answer I can give you is that it turns me on deliciously. Tell me, Ed, why does it turn you on? You were turned on. Was it envy? Do you wish that were you in there fucking your daughter?"

"Stop it, Estelle. I thought no such thing. I don't know why I became aroused. A man's penis has a mind of its own. I don't feel the need to make apologies for it. I just want to know what the rules are now. Can we at least require him to use condoms or get her some protection?"

"Absolutely not. I want her pregnant, or didn't I make that clear. As for rules, there's just one: Jason is to have unrestricted access to your daughter's body, especially her fertile womb. You are not to so much as look cross-eyed at him, even if he's fucking her on your lap. Ummm! I rather like that image. Cindy, sitting on your lap. You holding her legs wide open to receive Jason's ten-inch black python, feeling every thrust as he pounds his cockhead against her cervix, feeling him shooting his Afro semen into her womb. Oh, my, look! I've gone and given you another bothersome erection. Oh, well, go ahead. Climb on and get it over with."

[This scene went down a short while later. If you'd like to see a white businessman humiliated beyond your wildest imagination, take a look at, "Cum Uppins".]

Ed humbly crawled back between his wife's legs and relieved himself. Afterward, he collapsed on her body, sweaty and panting. She said while patting his head, "That was much better. At least you lasted longer. You'll adjust to this new situation quite nicely. Before long, you will look forward to watching them mating. You'll get hard seeing Cindy walking around in the nude, wiggling her ass at him like a bitch in heat. You'll like watching her belly grow day by day as she balloons up with his black child. You will especially enjoy watching her breast feed the little bastard.

"What is this, the stirring of yet another erection? You are full of surprises, Ed. Go ahead. You are already in there. You may as well deposit another load. That's a good boy. Take your time. There's no hurry. I'll just finish this article I was reading."

Estelle read; Ed screwed. Afterward, Ed rolled over and drifted off to sleep.

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Estelle eased out of the bed and made her way to Cindy's room. Eva had just left. Cindy was up against the headboard with her ass elevated as she had been before. She turned to smile dreamily at her mother as she entered. Estelle sat beside Cindy's hip, facing her head, and peered between her daughter's legs, saying, "Your twat's getting quite a workout today, isn't it?"

Cindy placed her hand high on her mother's thigh and slid her fingers to the wetness leaking out, saying, "So is yours. Who's sperm is this?"

"That is your father's. He's home, you know."

"I know. They were talking about the scene you guys had in the entryway. Is it true what they said? Did Daddy really say those things? Does he know what they were doing to me in here?"

"Yes, he said those things; and yes, he knows. What do you think got him so turned on. There are three loads in my pussy, all his."

"God, this is so weird. He knows, huh?"

"Get used to it. He's dying to watch you getting a good screwing. Hell, he's dying to screw you himself, if I know him."

"Do you really think so? Will you let him--tonight?" Cindy excitedly rolled toward her mother on her right side, resting her cheek on her mother's thigh, looking into her mother's messy twat. Estelle opened her legs wider to facilitate her daughter's view and easy access. Cindy got her face closer and used both hands to toy with the wet folds of Estelle's sex, saying, "Ohhh, it's so messy. I love your pussy, Mother, especially when it looks like this."

"Thank you, and yes, I'll let him, but not until you've missed your period. First things first. I want your father to see you and Jason together. I want him to see how horny you are for black cock. I know you can be a slut; be a slut around him."

"Do you want me to actually let Jason screw me in front of Daddy?"

"Yes, of course. I want him to see you going after Eva as well. Ignore me and your father completely. Act like we aren't even in the room. And wear easy access clothes with no underwear. I want to see you fuck Jason while lying in your father's lap. I want you to ham it up good for us. Remember, your role is to entertain me. I want to see you in slut mode at all times. We will also begin working on your new image at school."

"Wow, that's going to be weird. Everybody thinks I'm such a goody-goody virgin. How are we going to do it?"

"We can start right away. Short skirts and no panties will be your school attire."

"Oh, Jesus. Guys are always trying to look up my dress as it is."

"Yeah, well we're going to make it easy. I expect you to show your pussy whenever an opportunity presents itself."

"Man, that's going to feel so strange, walking around school with a naked pussy. Suppose I get expelled."

"You let me deal with the administration. They wouldn't dare expel my daughter without consulting me first. When I get through with them, you'll have a license to shoot beavers."

"I'll do it, too. I'd love showing my pussy if I could get away with it. I think I have the best looking pussy in that school. I can even have the girls drooling. You should see how they act in the girls' shower. You'd think they were all lesbians the way they stare at me, especially when I part my legs and show pink."

"Yes, and I'll bet you part your legs quite a bit, don't you?"

"You bet I do. It's the only place where I can get away with running around in school, naked. I'm always the first one naked and the last one dressed. My knees don't get within a foot of each other. You should see them, Mother. I swear, every girl in my PE class would get on her knees and kiss my pussy if I let them, especially the coach. She's a dyke."

"In that case, let them."

"You know, I think I can get a few girls to eat me in front of everyone. A few are lezzies and everyone knows it. They are always crowding around me, licking their lips. Everyone thinks it's funny the way I torment them. I even change my Kotex pads with them looking on. They fight over my used pads. I'm not joking. Why on earth would anyone, even a lezzie, want one of those things."

"You'd be surprised. Let's hope they've seen their last one for a while. If you are bleeding next week, we'll stuff your twat with cotton so they can't tell?"

"Yeah, that will get the word out. You know, I'll bet that's how those people knew I'd be fertile. They tracked my cycle. I'll bet one of those girls in my gym class is in cahoots with them."

"I think you're right. This will be great. Now we know where and how to announce your pregnancy."

"And we'll announce it next week, right?"

"Absolutely, but we won't have to announce anything. They just won't be seeing any bloody Kotex pads. Okay, kiddo, you've got your orders. Now put something sexy on for dinner. Be prepared for a pre-dinner show. I'm sure Jason will have more sperm made for your hungry little womb."

Cindy placed her palms on her lower abdomen and said, "Yes, it's starving. I can't wait to see the look on Daddy's face when he sees Jason's cock going all the way in my pussy. This will be so much fun. Thanks for letting me be a slut, Mother."

"You are quite welcome, but I have only just begun."

Estelle stood and started to leave. Cindy pouted and said, "Don't I get to lick Daddy's cum from your pussy?"

Estelle stopped, turned, smiled and said, "Of course. How thoughtless of me to deny you a double treat--your father's sperm and your mother's twat." Estelle faced the bed and stood in a wide-legged stance with her hands on her hips and her house coat pulled open. "Well, come and get it. I don't deliver."

Cindy scampered from the bed and launched herself at her mother's loins. She sat beneath her mother and grasped her by the hips, pulling her face in tightly to the sloppy twat. She immediately dug her tongue in deep the way Eva liked it done. Estelle chuckled and said, "You know, I keep forgetting you really are a slut, a cunt-hungry slut at that. Oh, FUCK! that feels good, Cindy."

Estelle bent her knees out to settle lower and offer a wider spread for Cindy to get her face in. Cindy nestled her face in firmly in an attempt to get her tongue in further, prompting Estelle to moan passionately, "Oh, God, you vulgar child. You shameless little cunt-sucking slut. You insatiable whore, licking your mother's cervix to get at your own father's cock cream, and begging for the privilege, as well."

Cindy's response was to pull herself in tighter, probe deeper, and make sounds of delicious ecstasy while doing so. The effect on her aroused mother was profound and immediate. Estelle reached into her crotch, pulled her lips open, squatted lower, and humped Cindy's face saying, "Eat my cunt, Cindy! Eat Momma's pussy!"

Cindy began lapping feverishly at the moving slit, licking fingers, clit, labia, pubic mound or asshole, whatever was before her got licked hard and fast. Estelle cried out, "Oh, yes, you love licking your mother's cunt. Lick that pussy good, baby. Give me a tongue bath between my legs. Clean up all of your father's sperm. Marvelous, simply marvelous!"

When Cindy thought her mother was ready, she fastened on her clit and sucked hard while batting the fleshy nub about inside her mouth. Estelle took ten seconds of this treatment, then shuddered through a powerful climax that gradually brought her to her knees, forcing Cindy to recline. Estelle ended up sitting astride Cindy's chest, trying to regain her breath. Cindy just smiled up at her mother.

Estelle slowly regained her composure, then struggled to her feet. She gathered her house coat around her nakedness, then sauntered to the door. She paused to look back before leaving, saying, "That was good, Cindy, but I should not have to wait for you to ask. If you see my vagina needs cleaning, clean it. Oh, and wear something easily accessible. Come down when you are presentable."

Cindy just smiled and shook her head in silent wonder after the door closed.

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As threatened, Ed had to endure the greatest humiliation of his life when Jason screwed his daughter on his lap. It wasn't bad enough that he had to watch, they involved him in every stage, from foreplay to having Cindy sit on his face afterward.

When Cindy got off (no pun intended), Ed lifted his head sheepishly and turned to face Estelle. She rose and stood over him, smiling. "Well, Ed, you surprised me. I must say that I am very pleased with you. You behaved yourself marvelously. I misjudged you. It appears you can teach an old dog new tricks. If you continue in this vein, I will be very pleased."

"Thank you, dear. I tried."

"Yes, we all saw that. To show my gratitude, you can take Eva to the bedroom and have your way with her. By the looks of things, though, she may be having her way with you. I'll give you one hour, no more."

Ed struggled to his feet, assisted by Eva. She led him by the cock into the master bedroom. When they passed from sight, Cindy looked up and smiled, saying, "Mom, that was the most! That was the ultimate! That was the greatest!"

"Enough superlatives. I know. I saw."

"That was really nice what you did for Daddy. You surprised me."

"I surprised you? Did you see the look on his face? He almost shit his pants. He never in a million years expected that reaction. Actually, I am very pleased with him. He deserves a reward. I like having him on my team. Now, we can pull out all the stops and have a fucking ball around here."

"Yeah, this is fantastic. I can't wait till you give me to Daddy. I'll fuck his brains out."

"That's what I'm afraid of. He never had that much to start with."

"You know that's not true. Daddy is real smart. He married you, didn't he."

"All right, touche'. Now, why don't you put your clothes on and follow me out to see how Juan is doing with those roses before it gets too dark to see."

Cindy's face lit up. She said, "Are you going to let him fuck you in front of me? Please!"

"Just get dressed and watch." Cindy hurriedly dressed.

[If you'd like to watch, check out, "Cindy Takes a Breeding". If watching a mother and daughter get raped while staked out over each other on a lawn, then watching as two dogs enjoy the daughter, then seeing the rapist piss on them, (and who doesn't) then you'll love "Cindy Takes a Breeding."]

Cindy watched, but from the perspective of the rapee. Still bound face down in a spread-eagle on the lawn, dripping with rapist piss with a Doberman sentry dog lodged deep in her ass, Jason and Estelle stood overlooking the provocative sight. Estelle said, "Her father should see this. I suppose he's still with that Scandinavian hussy."

"He has fifteen minutes left. I'm sure he won't waste them."

"I suppose. You don't have a problem with any of this, do you?"

"Why should I? I told you before, I don't understand you white folks and don't want to."

"Yes, but are you enjoying this?"

"More than words can convey, Madam. I just wish my great grandparents could see this."

"I can appreciate that. Say, Jason, how would you like to take Cindy to one of your family functions, a reunion, a picnic, or something? I'd give you a carte blanche."

Jason's eye brows lifted with interest. He said, "When you say, 'carte blanche, ' are you saying I could pass her around?"

"Of course, I would expect you to. Your people have dogs, don't they?"

"You'd go along with that, too?"

"Absolutely. Don't you think it would serve a cathartic purpose subjecting a Greyson to that degradation."

"I'm not sure what you mean by cathartic, but if it means come-uppin's, it would at that. The only trouble is, I'm not sure they'd go for that. Cross species mating is something only rich white folks could appreciate."

"I understand. Too rich for their palate, eh?"

"Something like that. If you are serious, I'll start feeling them out about it. Don't get your hopes up, though. I would like to introduce her around after she starts showing, though. Just seeing a pregnant Greyson girl on my arm with be catharsis enough."

"Marvelous, I'll see to it. I'm sure my daughter will love helping you with your catharsis, won't you, dear?"

"Yes, I will leave no doubt in anyone's mind who the child's father is. Uh, he's getting ready to pull out."

The dog eased out of Cindy's ass. Juan led him away. Cindy said, "Can I get up, now? Ants are getting on me and I need a shower real badly."

"No, I want your father to release you. You can tell him all about your terrible bestial rape. I'm sure he'll comfort you." Estelle turned to Jason and said, "You know, I see no reason why we can't dump a wheelbarrow load of manure on her. She has no open cuts. We could plug her pussy with a cucumber to keep the shit out of her twat. That would be a sight, don't you agree, Jason?"

"Mother, no!"

"I don't know, Madam. That does seem a bit much."

"Well, I think it sounds deliciously wicked, and I want Ed to find her that way. Don't worry, Cindy. We won't get any near your head. We'll dump the load on your back. You won't have to wear it for long. Your father's time is almost up."

"Oh, all right, but I don't like it."

Estelle dashed into the house to get the cucumber while Jason went for the wheelbarrow of wet cow manure. They returned at the same time. Estelle stuffed Cindy's twat, then signaled Jason to upend the barrow. The shit flopped out in thick wet clumps and poured over Cindy's lush skin. Cindy groaned, "Oh, yuck, that feels awful and smells even worse. Oh, Mother, how could you want to do this? That's enough, already. It's getting in my hair."

Estelle used a stick to spread the mess from Cindy's knees to her shoulders. She mounded lumps on Cindy's head. Thick clumps flowed over the girl's shoulders and ran down her cheeks and neck, making her howl, "Mother, it's getting on my face. Oh, yuck! Go get Daddy, hurry!"

"He'll be along shortly. Just relax. You look divine. Come, Jason. Let's leave her. Tell Juan to make himself scarce."

"Mother, please, don't leave me like this. I'm going to be sick."

Estelle ignored her daughter's pleas and walked off. Jason stopped by to tell Juan to get lost before joining Estelle in the kitchen. They took turns checking on Cindy. At one point, they stood together looking through the kitchen window. Estelle said, "I must be a sick woman to be enjoying this so much. Look at her, Jason. Have you ever seen such a sight. It's artistic in a way--absolute beauty covered in absolute filth."

"I don't know about art, but you are sick. I suppose we all have a little sick in us, because I do like what I'm seeing. I hope you know what you're doing. When Ed sees her, he's going to have a shit fit. You're pushing that man to the limit."

"Oh, come now, Jason, the man sucked your cock and lapped your sperm from his daughter's pussy. No, she's just a prime piece of pussy to him, now. He knows he'll get some, too, if he cooperates with me. I know the man. He'll hose her off, tend to her, listen to her complaints; but in the end, he's going to be looking for his reward."

"Well, that would sure be something to see. I hope you're right. I could get used to fucking that bigot in the mouth. I sure like fucking Cindy with him watching."

They entered the dining area. Estelle said, "I hear them stirring. Let's take seats and look casual."

The two quickly took their seats. Both were sipping coffee when Ed and Eva appeared. They were dressed but looking worn out and sheepish. Eva went to refill coffee cups. Ed could not look Jason in the eye. Estelle said, "Dear, you'd best check on Cindy. She had a rather nasty run-in with the gardener. She's out back. Hose her off before you bring her in this house."

Ed showed a puzzled expression as he went to the back door. Before he exited, Estelle cautioned, "You will say nothing to Juan. He earned a raise." He gave a puzzled look and went out.

Ed saw Cindy as soon as he stepped out. She was fifty feet away, but her head was raised, plaintively looking for her rescuer. Ed bounded over to her and gasped in horror at what he saw and smelled. He said, "My God, Cindy! What happened to you?"

"I was raped by Juan, Daddy. He fucked me in the ass, too. He even let the dogs rape me. One raped my pussy; the other raped my ass. He pissed all over me, and then he dumped this shit on me. Hurry, cut me loose."

Ed looked about frantically and spied the pruning shears. He quickly cut her bindings and aided her to stand. He gingerly helped her move closer to the garden hose, then had her stand and wait. Estelle, Eva, and Jason watched from the kitchen window. Eva was puzzled; Jason and Estelle were all smiles.

Ed hosed his daughter as she turned slowly in place with her arms out. The shit fell away easily to reveal the cucumber sticking several inches from her crotch. She widened her stance so the spray could clean between her legs. She then eased the cucumber out and let it fall to her feet. Stepping clear of the shit pile, she took another rinsing.

Ed set the hose down and came to her, taking her in his arms, lovingly. He said, "Oh, my poor baby. That must have been dreadful for you. I think your mother is mad."

"No, she's not mad, Daddy. She is a bit twisted, though. It wasn't that bad. I'm a big girl, now."

"Yes, you are." He held her close, enjoying the feel of her bare flesh beneath his moving hands. Cindy nestled up close, feeling the bulge in his slacks stir with new life. He cupped her ass cheeks and drew her closer, saying, "Honey, did I hear you right? Did you say you had sex with the dogs?"

"Yes, Daddy, both of them." She looked into his eyes and saw the lust her mother spoke of. She cupped his ass cheeks, drawing them even tighter. She rubbed her cunt on his growing bulge and pouted, "The dogs fucked me, Daddy. The first one put his big doggie cock in my little pussy and fucked me hard and fast. I had to let the doggie fuck my pussy, Daddy."

"My poor baby."

"Yes, and Mom made me fuck back."

"That's terrible."

"He came in my pussy, too. He squirted dog cum way up inside my cunt. He made me cum, too. I had an orgasm while he was hosing my womb with his long, red, doggie dick. Was I a bad girl, Daddy?"

With difficulty in speaking, he said, "No, sweetheart. You weren't bad. You did what your mother told you to do. You could not help responding. That's just biology."

"I know, but I liked it."

"I understand. Tell me about the other one. You say he took you anally?"

"No, Daddy, he fucked my asshole. He butt fucked me."

"Yes, of course."

"Mom wanted me to get him in my asshole, so I tried real hard while he was on me and humping, poking his cock in my butt crack. I finally got it, though. I caught a moving cock with my butt hole. It was like my asshole was a mouth that gobbled his dick right up."

"I'm sure your mother was very pleased that you carried out her wishes so enthusiastically."

"She was, especially when we got locked up that way. After his cock swelled up inside, we were really stuck. I was stuck on a dog's cock like a real bitch, Daddy."

Ed's finger curled into her ass crack and entered her anus. He tested her nether opening, and remarked, "Yes, I can see why. You have a nice tight ass. I can see where a big dog would get hung up. I'm surprised Juan didn't get stuck in there."

Inside, Estelle said, "Look at that wet nymph grinding her cunt on her father's cock. I'll bet she's giving him a blow by blow. And look at Ed eating it up. You'd think he had his cock in her the way he's humping the kid. He'd better not, that's all I have to say."

Eva said, "I don't see how he could. He was drained when we finished. He got it up twice more."

"That's one thing I'll hand Ed. He has the stamina of a teenage boy. The trouble is, he's as fast as a teenage boy. How was he, by the way?"

"He wasn't fast with me. I thought he was quite good, actually."

"Well, he did cum five times before you got him. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I'll tell him he can vent his lust on you for a while."

"Thank you, Madam."

Outside, Ed was listening to the lurid account of Cindy's anal rape by Juan and the dog for the second time. He had a full erection that Cindy released from his pants. She had his cock tucked between her thighs and rode her pussy over it. They were both nearing a climax when cold water drenched them.

They broke apart to find Estelle holding the hose on them. She set the hose down and said, "I will decide who gets off in this house from now on, and that includes the grounds. You two go inside and dress for dinner. I've ordered pizza delivered."

They all went in after Ed stripped off his wet clothes. The atmosphere in the Greyson mansion was reminiscent of decadent Rome--a constant orgy. They played sex games all night and remained nude all day Saturday. Estelle was the master of ceremonies, pairing up the performers and setting the scenes. She weakened and allowed Ed to screw Cindy only after Ed allowed Jason to fuck him in the ass. Ed had Jason's cock in his mouth half of the time that it wasn't in use, and Eva showed her lusty nature, no holes barred.

Periodically, they turned Cindy over to Juan, but they all stood by to watch. Cindy serviced Juan and the dogs several times that day. She was not only pissed on by Juan, but by each person in turn.

If there was a theme to their orgy, the theme was golden showers. Each had a favorite way of pissing on Cindy. Juan liked to piss in her face while she was being screwed by the dogs. Jason preferred to piss all over her while she was staked out on her back. Estelle preferred to stand in a Wonder Woman pose while Cindy knelt and licked her pissing slit. Eva squatted over Cindy's face and pissed slowly while grinding her cunt on Cindy's mouth. Ed stuffed his cock up Cindy's ass and gave her piss enemas. Cindy grew to love her golden showers and developed a taste for urine. She would sometimes suck her mother dry, drinking her piss right from the source.

During a masturbation/interrogation session with everyone present. Estelle probed the close relationship Cindy had with a cute sophomore named Judy. Judy's mother, Bonnie, had been a debutante and Estelle's best friend when they were in high school together. They went their separate ways after Bonnie married. Cindy's almost instant affinity for piss, especially the way she craved sucking it right from her mother's pussy, made Estelle suspicious. Questioning revealed Judy and Bonnie's bizarre dark secret and explained why Bonnie hadn't been seen on the streets in months.

[Their story, narrated by Judy, is told in the book length story, "Golden Girl".]

Cindy spent Sunday in the company of Bart and his crew with over one hundred invited guests. She was the center of attention all day long, a day she will never forget.

[This story is dealt with in "Cindy's Coming Out Party".]

On Sunday, while Cindy attended her coming out party, the men rested. Estelle paid a visit to her old friend and beauty contestant rival, Ginger Roberts. Their bizarre relationship spans decades. Ginger and her daughter, Angie, had always been an amusement for Estelle. With Cindy occupied for the day, she turned to them, determined to have more fun than she ever dared.

[The Ginger Roberts story and Estelle's Sunday visit to Ginger's Boutique is told in "Parental Binds".]

In a single weekend, Cindy's life was transformed. In many ways she was still an innocent little girl, awed by the world of grownups. In many more, she was a woman with a driving passion to experience all of the wild and exciting nuances that the world of adult sexuality had to offer.

The perverse and the bizarre drew her like a strong light draws the moth. Her mother was that light source, a hot fire, and Cindy, as young and inexperienced as she was, knew her mother could burn her; still, she fluttered closer and closer. They were about to enter a new phase, her school phase, where many cute little moths would get singed by Estelle's flame, and little Jennifer Roberts would dive headlong into the flame.



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Being Neighborly


Connie heard the shouts coming from the back fence and knew her worst fear was now a reality. Someone climbed the fence to get something back out of the neighbor's yard and got caught. She shook dishwater from her hands, tore off the apron, then ran to the back fence at a trot, counting heads as she went: Joe, Robby, Donny, Sam.

"Oh shit!" she thought, "Not, Pam."

On arrival at the five-foot wood fence, she peered over and saw Pam frozen on hands and knees with a Frisbee in her hand. And there, standing over her wearing only a towel, was the neighbor from Hell, Bart Montana. Oh, SHIT!

Pam looked over to her mother with a worried expression and cried, "MOM!"

Bart yelled down to her, "I said, shut your god damn mouth. Don't move a muscle." And then he looked to Connie and smiled, saying, "We have a problem, don't we?"

As the four boys found things to stand on so they could see, too, Connie implored, "Mr. Montana, I'm terribly sorry. This will never happen again. I swear it won't."

"That's what you said last time, and the time before that, and the time before that. Your word ain't worth squat, lady. I think the only way to keep your brats on your side of the fence is to turn this matter over to the police."

"No, please, don't do that. Please!"

The police was the last thing Connie and her husband Roy needed. After calling the police, shortly after moving into the neighborhood, complaining about the wild sex party the Montanas were having, Roy and Connie were arrested, strip searched, booked on charges of lewd and lascivious conduct, hauled before a judge and given thirty days. They were released on a year's probation, but not before spending a few hours in the county jail--a sample, a sample lesson. They learned the hard way that you don't fuck with Bart Montana, and you don't ever call the police, never.

They planned to move again as soon as possible, but that wasn't possible for months. One call from Bart, she and Roy would both serve out their thirty days in the county lockup. For Roy, that was thirty days of uncompensated unemployment and the loss of a job he'd just started. For her, it meant thirty days as the love toy of six deputies along with a parade of town drunks and lowlifes she'd be forced to share a cell with wearing only high heels and a wedding ring, and she'd probably lose the wedding ring on the first day.

Six hours taught her a lesson she'd never forget, and now she was furious with Pam for placing her wedding ring in jeopardy again. As Connie watched the towel tent out under the growing crotch pole, she felt little sympathy for her fifteen-year-old virgin. It would serve her right. Connie wasn't sure Bart would actually do that to a minor, especially a virgin, but she certainly couldn't discount it.

Bart smiled at Connie's obvious willingness to work something out. He circled Pam like a sexual predator, now with a full erection, posturing that erection, showing that he was quite capable of doing the unthinkable very effectively.

Connie waved the boys away from the fence when Bart's back was to the fence, but they ignored the wave. She couldn't blame them. Sister or no sister, Pam was a looker and nicely filled out for a girl her age. They'd never seen much of her body, but the prospect looked probable for seeing parts they'd likely never see, and see those parts in hot sexual action by the way Bart was acting. Her little sex fiends couldn't be torn from that fence if it were ablaze.

Waving them away was a dumb thing to even attempt; but then again, it was the proper thing to do. She was glad she did it if for no other reason than to look proper looking back.

When Bart faced his leering audience, he stood at Pam's ass and looked further down between her legs. She wore jeans and a sweatshirt over a blouse and bra, but he was checking out her ass at the crotch. He looked to Connie and said, "So, what you're saying is, you'd like me to handle this."

Connie understood the "this" to mean her daughter's vagina. He wasn't all that subtle, but Connie was still pissed at Pam and now willing to entertain the unthinkable, so she nodded, a slight nod, but he caught it. He smiled.

Bart dropped the towel. Connie stared at a fuck muscle a child could swing from--easily ten inches, thick and thickly veined, growing in thickness from just behind the purple head to the base where it appeared she could wrap her long finger and thumb and have an inch gap between--a fuck muscle no virgin would want to mess with, and by the look on Pam's face as she looked back to see what was going on at her rear, she was a virgin.

Still, Connie was pissed. It wouldn't kill the girl and would teach her a damn good lesson, so when Bart posed the question again while rubbing his hand on the "this," putting emphasis on the "THIS," leaving no doubt in anyone's mind what he meant by "THIS," Connie gave him the nod more emphatically, which Pam caught and cried, "Mom! No!"

"Damn you, Pamela Anne Riggles! Don't you say a word to me, young lady, not a word! You look straight ahead or straight down, don't move, don't do anything. When he's finished with you, I will just be starting."

That sapped all hope from Pam and told Bart to go for it, so he untied her shoes and pulled them off, then pulled off her socks, then carried those to Connie and passed them over the fence, saying, "She won't be needing these."

Connie dropped the shoes and socks to the lawn and ignored the looks her sons gave her for cooperating so well with the man who was about to rape their big sister. Instead, she watched Bart reach both hands around Pam's waist to undo the snap of her jeans, then unzip, now confident that the boys were back watching the show and not condemning her with their incredulous looks for showing poor judgment along with the lack of a spine.

As the jeans came off Pam's tawny ass to reveal her panties, Pam began sobbing and shaking. No one ever saw her panties unless they were hung on the line. They sure looked good stretched tight on Pam's fine ass. Even Connie had to admit that.

Bart worked the jeans off Pam's legs, then came to the fence and handed those to Connie, saying, "She won't be needing these, either."

Connie dropped them to the lawn, wondering what else wouldn't her trembling daughter need next. Bart went for the waistband of the panties and Pam cried as they came torturously down over her bare moons, lower and lower, making the boys strain to see, and then they all saw that Pam was, indeed, a girl, a real girl with hair on her pussy and everything.

They saw better when Bart removed the panties then set Pam's knees two feet apart and slapped her ass hard to make her keep them there while he delivered the panties to her mother.

Connie's heart went out to her daughter as she accepted the offered panties. No girl should be exposed that way no matter what the offense. On the other hand, four out of five offspring couldn't be happier and closed in tightly on Connie's position, for she was closest--eight feet, nose to clit, from a naked pussy.

Pam was at a slight angle facing away, so the view further down the fence gave a more direct view, but with her knees that wide, a direct view was no longer an advantage. Closer was better, and they all scrunched up on Connie's left, adjusting their stand-upons to put their noses as close as possible to their sister's clit.

Joe, her fourteen-year-old, viewed his sister's pussy from nine feet away. Robby, her thirteen-year-old, viewed from ten. Donny, her eight-year-old, stood on an overturned trash can at eleven feet. Sam, her eleven-year-old, stood on another overturned trash can, maybe thirteen feet away, leaning to twelve, but even he could count the fine, light-brown hairs lining her cunt lips with a juicy pink part in the hair a half-inch wide.

Confident, now, that her sons would not be criticizing her actions or lack of them, Connie stared at the sexy pussy between her daughter's legs, a sexy pussy Bart now ran his thick fingers through, admiring her daughter's vaginal development along with her daughter's molester.

The girl had a pussy any woman would envy, and she had no idea how truly lovely she was down there. If she had, a mother might be able to get a dress on her and might have the same problem some mother's have--keeping panties on their little show off.

Pam was so filled with shame and humiliation that her arms buckled and her head came to rest in her hands, making matters much worse. Better for the boys, but worse for the cause of modesty, opening an inch-wide gap and showing lots of intimate pink--a female anatomy lesson Connie was sure Pam didn't want to give judging by her long, loud groan of despair as a finger went up her feminine niche, treating it more like a fuck hole.

When Connie thought matters could get no worse for Pam, they got radically worse when Bart lined his fingers along both lips and pulled out hard, turning Pam's sexy little lightly-bearded clam into a wide, pink oval as big as a brother's hand. Boys were hanging over the fence trying to look up the hole to see Pam's tonsils, ignoring Pam's wail of, "Oh god, no!"

"Oh god, yes," thought Connie. If you're going to show your pussy, show it like that. Pam showed more pussy than any female did while delivering a baby. She showed more than any showed her gynecologist. It was all out there, gleaming in the sunlight, coral pink and healthy, a fine example of a girl's cunt for her sons to see, and those boys expressed their appreciation in no uncertain terms without end.

Connie would have stopped them, but they needed to vent and Pam needed to hear those things, crude and vulgar though they were. Except for the "Fuck her cunt!" and "Finger her pussy!" calls, the rest was honest praise. Besides, they weren't likely to see one like it ever again, certainly not between their mother's legs. She hadn't had a cunt like that in her prime. Damn, that was fine pussy, and Connie wished Roy were at the fence.

Bart said, "Yeah, she's a girl all right. I always wondered. Never seen her in a dress. There should be a law that says a girl with a cunt like this can't wear anything but, and no panties, neither. It's a damn crime to cover a pussy like this. Let's see if she has any tits. What do you say, boys?"

Naturally, cheers rang out. Bart ignored the groan coming from Pam and pulled her limp body erect so that she was up on her knees. He then made her face the fence. Her face was as red as a bell pepper--a red one. She couldn't bear to look anyone in the eye, so she picked a spot on the fence and stared at it as her sweatshirt got pulled up and off. Bart tossed it to Connie and she had to lunge for it.

He undid buttons down the front with Pam breathing hard and shallow, now showing her pastel blue bra through the parted halves of her blouse that kept parting more as the buttons gave way to experienced fingers, and then she knelt there wearing only a strained bra bulging with tittie flesh one cup size bigger than a B-cup along with the gold heart necklace her Daddy gave her for her birthday.

Connie missed catching the blouse, but tried hard. Joe caught it and kept it as a prize. Bart undid the necklace and tossed that into his swimming pool. The implication of the permanent loss not being lost on Pam. Kids would go diving for treasure the next time he had a pool party, which they seemed to have every other day. She sobbed openly as he looked at her left hand, then worked a ring off her ring finger.

First love, Camp Winniemapoko, in the deep end. He checked the right hand and found another on her pinky--friends forever, Susie Strickland, third grade, in the deep end. Connie thought, "What a cruel bastard, heartless, but Pam needs to learn that some men are like that and take pleasure in being cruel and heartless with women. Good lesson. Good riddance. Serves her right."

Now relieved of all adornments, he worked the catch of her bra. With dramatic pause, he slowly unveiled Pam's breasts then threw the bra to the pack. Robby wrested the bra from Donny, then waved his trophy high. Now, they all saw Pam's titties, and four boys sucked air. Pam had titties like the girls in Playboy.

Not quite, but Connie was impressed. Not only were they full, firm, and absolutely white, the nipples were spectacular--bright red and long, arching up, the kind of nipples you want to bite, nibble, and suck on. Those were nipples that drew attention to themselves though perched on the creamiest white breast flesh that effectively competed for attention. The combination was simply stunning, and rolled between manly thumbs and fingers, breathtaking... 

Connie thought, "Damn, if my breasts looked half that good, I'd go topless whenever I could, and I'd never put those beauties in a bra. What was that girl so bashful about? Roy had to see these tits. A tit man like Roy would want those titties left out in the open."

Connie knew all she had to do was describe Pam's breasts in detail, and Roy would find no fault in the way she handled this tricky situation. There was plenty to criticize and Roy was already at his limit, ready to fight. Bart dumping his trash over the fence was his final straw. He was ready to invest all they had, sue the city for false arrest, file rape charges against six deputies, and blow their little sex ring out in the street. Connie relaxed even more, as did Pam.

Now totally naked, stripped of all secrets in bright daylight, gawked at by her own family members, being molested by a man she loathed, she seemed to lose all hope and simply went with a slight pressure into a new position that, once again, placed her rear obliquely toward the fence on hands and knees.

Bart brought both of her hands to the small of her back and held them in his left, forcing her head and upper chest to the grass. With the right, he fisted his mighty cock and moved the head through her moist furrow. They could all see the shiny purple head plow through the slick pink slit, spreading wetness, creating wetness, then pausing at the hole, he looked to Connie and said, "Do you still want me to handle this my way?"

Amid a chorus of strong jeers to "Fuck her" and "Stick your dick in her cunt!" Pam turned her head to see her mother's answer, which unnerved Connie a bit. Nonetheless, Connie silenced the excited jackals and said, "She knew better. Maybe this will teach her a lesson that will sink in. Obviously, talking doesn't help."

"So, you agree to let me deal with the girl as I see fit?"

Connie didn't like the sound of that. There was the implication that this lesson was the first installment. Even though she wasn't sure what he meant by that, she went ahead and agreed, and not just with a resigned nod, she came right out and said, "You have my permission to deal with her in any way you see fit, whatever you think it takes to keep her on our side of the fence."

That started the jackal's chorus again, and Connie let it ring in Pam's ear.

Bart obviously thought a good fucking would help for starters, so he shoved that fat dick in her pussy, making Pam cry out as the bulbous head passed through her tight vaginal ring. She cried out continuously as he made steady progress toward a goal of slapping his heavy balls against her mons.

She screamed a sharp cry when her hymen broke. Connie winced in sympathy, but with that barrier out of the way, the progress was steady and within a few minutes, he fucked Pam with a full stroke, slapping his pink-stained balls to her mound. No virgin ever got broke in so thoroughly or with so little compassion and consideration for her tender years and more tender parts.

Once seated to the balls, he was in no hurry and lazily fucked the girl to the awed amusement of her brothers--her mother, too, though she was decent enough not to show amusement. Her daughter did look amusing with a grown man's dick in her little pussy with her face in the grass, but to let anyone see that amusement would be wrong.

Pam's mommy didn't feel sorry for her little girl, she felt envy. Connie could not help wishing that were her pussy getting that magnificent instrument just the way she liked it from a big one--long and slow, but hard and fast at the end the way black winos do. Having just recently discovered that all cocks are not created equal, and that size does matter, and that females have three holes for sex, not just one, Connie couldn't help wondering what that one would be like in each. That thought never would have occurred to her prior to her arrest, but now wouldn't leave.

Ten minutes passed and he hadn't picked up the pace. Pam looked like she'd adjusted and just laid under the casual assault, taking a facial on the lawn each time the cock bottomed out and took all the wrinkles out of her pussy. Bart no longer held her hands. He used both hands on her hips. Her arms lay out on either side, limp. She raped well once she adjusted, and the girl had the decency to lie with her head facing her audience so they could watch the changes.

Connie thought the sight was erotic as hell and two of her boys were jacking off to it, one being right beside her--Joe, her oldest. Connie couldn't blame them and didn't look so as not to embarrass him. She also felt the urge to masturbate but could not imagine doing it as boldly as Joe and Robby did, now trying to call attention to the vulgar act. They wanted her to look, so she looked--several times. They wanted her to smile, but that wouldn't be proper.

To look truly proper, she should have made a disapproving face or admonished them. God, they were so shameless. She didn't want to inhibit them, so she compromised and simply looked--several times at each. The desire to join them grew each time she looked.

It wouldn't be too difficult. She could stand close to the fence and slip her right hand through an opened button of her button-down-the-front house dress. After that, it was a simple slip under the panties and down, bingo, pussy, and a pussy didn't require the hard stroking that a cock did.

After catching several glimpses of Joe stroking his nice six-inch dick, she moved closer, unbuttoned, slipped--bingo, masturbating to her daughter's rape with her sons right beside her. Roy would be impressed if she pulled it off to orgasm, thrilled if she failed to do so without being detected.

No sooner did Connie get a good stroke going than Bart pulled out. Connie thought, "Was that it? No cum shot! What kind of rape is this? But wait--no... he wouldn't... not her asshole... oh my god, the bastard's going to fuck her in the ass! Oh fuck! Joe, don't you dare look over, and don't you dare look down. Mommy can't help it. He's fucking her asshole!"

Pam didn't like that one damn bit and voiced her objection in the strongest terms for all the good it did. The dick just kept going in. Joe looked over and down, then up and smiled. Connie knew he was looking and smiling. Damn!

Roy was going to be thrilled, so she eased back to put a gap between her working hand and the fence and dropped the pretense, whacked away at her cunt in a way that left no doubt in Joe's mind that his mother was finger fucking herself, openly and shamelessly, just like they were.

Joe nudged Robby; Robby nudged Donny; Donny nudged Sam; Sam fell off his trash can with his dick in his hand. Now, they all knew and that thrilled Connie and made her add pelvic motion--not a lot, just enough.

Pam was now getting butt-fucked good with the balls slapping her in the cunt. This was not a slow, easy, lazy screw, this was butt fucking the way God intended, and Pam was getting grass stains on her tear-stained cheek. The little bitch was learning a lesson--possibly, lesson one in a lengthy series.

After five minutes of hard butt fucking, Bart pumped a load up her colon, then pulled out and wiped his dick on her ass. Connie had her orgasm, a stifled one. Joe peppered the fence right in front of his mother--the show off, squirting semen right under his mother's nose. If she leaned in now, she'd get sticky. Robby peppered the fence in front of Mommy, too, but Donny couldn't squirt being only eight and four feet away besides.

Sam, the sneaky little shit, peppered the backs of Mommy's legs while she was having an orgasm and couldn't do anything about it. She didn't know Sam was a squirter; she did know he was sneaky. Hell, he was only eleven, but that was quite a squirting she had running to both heels from mid-thigh level. Mighty impressive indeed, and mostly because it was so bold--to actually lift the back of your mother's dress to squirt cum on her legs.

That was bold action that deserved praise from someone other than brothers. He earned a father's praise, and he'd probably get it from his father. Still, a decent mother would not praise such an act. She felt she had to admonish him with a dirty look--a good, hard, dirty look. It wouldn't be proper to pat him on the head and praise him for such a fine discharge so boldly executed, but she may as well have by doing nothing, even as he pushed the back of her dress up on her back and wiped his spent dick on the intimate areas of inner thigh flesh bordering pussy with fingers still working in it. Damn, it was a fine discharge, too. Her shoes were filling and getting squishy, and more was still flowing. Shit!

They all thought the show was over and Pam would be allowed to climb back over the fence, but not so. She laid there and leaked semen to her pussy as Bart went to the dog pens where he kept the four pit bull terriers that kept the whole neighborhood awake with their incessant barking. The implication wasn't immediate on Connie, and Pam wasn't looking that way, but Joe was and said, "Oh, wow, he's gonna let the dogs do her too."

Sam abandoned trying to get his dick inside the panties and hopped back on his stand-upon. Connie's mind, instantly alert: "WHAT! No... he wouldn't... no, that's impossible. No man would do that to a girl he just raped. Would he? Oh my god, it's a male headed right for Pam. Oh, Jesus."

And then Pam said, "Oh Jesus!" when a cold snout touched her hot pussy. She said, "Oh god!" when a long tongue lapped her slit. She said, "Oh my god!" when he mounted and hugged tight to her waist, then, "OH SHIT, MOM!" when his chisel-tipped dick hit her pussy hole and went sliding on in to the fury sheath and took up a hard driving hump, slamming that doggie dick to her like a pile-driving fuck machine with a tail.

Connie couldn't believe what she was seeing. This was a scene out of Dante's Inferno, but it was a scene that had Joe jacking off again, and this time, she didn't think he'd pepper the fence, not after what Sam got away with, not with her top showing so much cleavage with the top two buttons undone, almost begging a bold boy's seminal discharge--a boy that simply had to top what his kid brother did.

She needed to button those buttons to let him know he'd better not. She needed to but didn't. She watched a bestial rape instead.

Pam was now braced against the violence of this assault, up on her elbows gripping handfuls of turf with white-knuckled hands. Bart had gone into the house and re-emerged with a camera, advancing on the scene.

Pam no longer protested, seeing the futility. She just surrendered to the assault, and when she saw Bart focusing with a camera, she just groaned. He only got off a few good pictures before the dog came and went, but those on the fence got to see a nice long bestial rape. Watching Pam getting raped by a horny, well-hung pit bull was even better than watching her getting raped by a well-hung pit man--much better. Five out of five masturbators agreed.

He led the dog to the pen and released another as Pam watched. The dog, having witnessed his buddy getting some pussy, wasted no time. As he charged over, Pam cried, "Mom, do something!"

Connie felt like saying, "I am, sweetheart. I'm fucking myself as hard as I can." Connie didn't need to say anything. Pam could see the lust-crazed expression and jerky upper body movement that said as much.

Pam braced for the full charge mount. He mounted and began humping, but his dick caught the gaping anus and Pam said a bad word--"OH FUCK! HE'S IN MY ASS!"

Donny, looking down the line, said, "Ummmm, Mom, Pam said the 'F' word."

Connie found this amusing under the circumstances. Giddy with lust, she said quite loud, "I heard that, but she'd better not say it again. I won't tolerate that kind of language from a young lady under any circumstances."

And Pam turned her head to look at her mother with an expression that said, "You have got to be shitting me! I'm getting butt fucked by a pit-bull, Mother. Give me a fucking break!"

Connie read that expression and said, "Don't look at me that way. You brought this on yourself. You're getting exactly what you deserve, now watch your language, look straight ahead, and smile for the camera."

"Oh god!" [Flash]

Then Connie felt something warm and wet hit her chest dead center and slide into her cleavage. She turned her head while holding her chest still, looked at the cock squirting her, then to its owner, and said, "Joe, you stop that! How dare you?" He hooked a finger in her bra cup then pulled out to squirt her nipple, one then the other while she watched, then while he rubbed the slimy head on her left nipple, she said, "Wait till your father gets home and he hears what you did."

That gave him all the time he needed and now she could button up and look properly incensed and outraged. While she buttoned up, a sneaky little squirter pulled her panties to her ankles and was now rubbing the head of his dick against the back of her pussy, blindly seeking her hole.

She swatted blindly behind her while trying to button with her free hand, the proper thing to do, plus, she convincingly shouted, "Sam, you stop that this instant, young man! Don't you dare... [hot squirts hitting her in the crotch, and then, dead center, and then inside] Oh, Sam, you little brat! Stop doing that. Do you hear me, young man. [now jacking off the rest with his dick head lodged in her hole, pounding his fist against the wet pulpy flesh of her cunt while she clung to the fence] Oh, you are in so much trouble, you and Joe. You both should be ashamed of yourselves."

She allowed enough time to allow Sam to thoroughly milk his discharge in her pussy before dislodging him. Robby was now the only squirter that hadn't soiled her with his semen, and he just traded places with Joe. Connie ignored the obvious implication and hung onto the fence, forgetting about Joe and Robby's first copious load, now wetting through her front all the way down. The dog was cumming in Pam's ass. She had to see that. The panties could wait. Fuck the dress.

Bart had him by the collar while he pumped Pam's ass full of dog cum. When he pulled out, Bart led him back to his pen. Pam looked over and said, "Mom, can't you stop this?"

"No, I can't stop this, and I made that clear to everyone. That man can put me and your father in jail with a phone call. If he had a dozen dogs I couldn't stop it."

"Or want to."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"It better be nothing. You still have me to deal with when he's through. You had best keep that in mind. I am still so pissed at you I could shake you till your teeth rattle. What he's doing to you makes no difference. If you must know, I approve. I hope those other two are also males, and I wish he had more. You are a stubborn and obstinate little bitch, and I can think of no better way to impress that fact on you, so don't even think about asking me to stop it."

Bart arrived with number three after catching most of that speech and giving Connie a smile which she warmly returned. He told Pam to get on her back. Pam rolled over and Bart led the dog over her, telling her to lift her pussy up and hold it there. Pam, now resigned to playing the bitch, lifted and got screwed in the missionary fashion--by a fucking dog while her mother got her neck creamed. Pam didn't see that.

"Oh, Robby, not you, too. You boys are in big trouble. You may as well finish, but mark my words, this better be the last." The last three squirts hit her moving lips and the second shot completely inside her mouth. The nerve! Umm, not bad. "That's disgusting. You did that on purpose."

The last dog took Pam in the mouth. Bart had her lie in reverse on a chaise lounge with her head hanging off the end, just right for a straight shot down the throat, though she still hadn't caught on. Connie hadn't either until Bart lifted the dog and set his front paws on Pam's tummy, then guided the dick to her lips and ordered her to open wide. He had to slap her tit hard to get her to do it, but once was enough to open her mouth and fill her mouth with dog cock. Three seconds later, gagging hard, the cock went down her throat.

Connie became concerned. Pam couldn't breathe, but then Bart got behind the dog and took him by the hips. He drew the dick out far enough so Pam could gasp a few deep breaths, then let him go free to fuck her throat.

Every thirty seconds, he pulled the dog out. Pam took advantage, knowing it wouldn't last long, breathed deeply and fast, then braced for more. She adjusted to the deep penetration by the biggest cock by far, a foot long dong, and he also fucked three or four inches of his sheath into her mouth, placing her nose at his balls because her mouth was open so wide. Her mouth was open so wide because Bart had her by the clit until she opened wide enough.

Connie unbuttoned three buttons from her belly button to her crotch and sent both hands through the opening and down between her legs, mindless of the boys peeking inside, checking out the hard rub job she was doing on her clitty.

She could have cared less, so she made no objection when her dress got pushed up to her arm pits along with the bra. What she was watching was the blow job to end all blow jobs, getting better and better as Pam stopped gagging and got the rhythm of throat fucking. Connie had never heard of such a thing, but seeing was believing.

The tip of that dog's cock had to be in her stomach when the balls were touching her nose. Pam looked like a sword swallower using a dick. Connie never saw anything like it, and it just kept getting better and better as Pam adjusted and learned the art of sword swallowing. After a few minutes, Pam lay sprawled on her back with her feet drawn up and knees laid out and flat. Her arms dangled off either side, tits pointing straight up, a fucking doll.

She didn't panic when Bart stood and took pictures. She knew he'd pull the dog out in time, or maybe she just didn't care. Either way, it was erotic to watch, and this was no quickie blow job. The dog, having to take a break every thirty seconds for fifteen seconds, could keep that pace for quite some time.

Someone jacked off on Connie's lower abdomen, but she didn't even look down to see who was in more trouble. When the mess arrived at her pussy, she rubbed it in. Someone smeared the cum around and copped a few feels on the mound, no big deal, but a big deal to the mother copper. Others took liberties with her ass and tits.

Connie was fascinated with Pam, especially when the cock was pulled from her throat and just the end three inches was in her mouth. At first, she gulped air, but when she had enough, and could breath through her nose, her lips sealed around the thick cock and she sucked. Bart may have told her to do that.

If he did, Connie missed it, knowing it would be just like Bart to whisper those instructions to give the impression that Pam was sucking on her own. Connie liked to think Pam sucked because she felt like sucking and had lost all inhibitions so she did what she felt like doing. It was a pleasant thought, but not likely, not with Pam.

When the time finally arrived, Bart was ready at the hips, watched closely, then at the first sign, pulled the dick into Pam's mouth for the cum shot. Connie couldn't hear the whispering, but saw it. Pam sucked hard and took that dog's load in her mouth and swallowed as he came, gripping the sides of the lounger, straining to keep the cock in her mouth as he kept pulling back, arching back like a hungry calf at the teat--incriminating as hell.

She sucked and swallowed all through his climax, then nursed on the spent organ as Bart walked around and snapped off a roll of pictures. Connie had to come at that. Only she and little Donny witnessed that sight. The others were busy helping Mommy cum; in fact, she came with both hands gripping the top edge of the fence.

Bart put the dog away, came back to Pam, and took a few close-ups, mostly of her pussy, making Pam hold it open for the shots. Connie could see they were wrapping up, so she slapped the hand of the next boy that touched her, dislodged the cock trying to get up her ass, and pinched the head of Robby's cock as he tried to shove his dick up her pussy having squeezed himself in front between her body and the fence.

"Ouch, Mom!"

"I'll ouch you, young man. You have some nerve, all of you. I've been taking note of who did what. Your father will get a full report, mark my words."

That set things straight--sorta. She picked up Pam's sweatshirt and used it to wipe cum from her body, putting on quite an exhibition in doing so. Only Donny still peered over the fence. The squirters were too interested in watching their contribution being wiped and blotted.

Connie paid them no obvious attention. She wiped where semen was, and semen was everywhere. She undid her dress and stepped free of the panties to get between her legs and inner thighs. She swabbed inside her bra cups, and pulled each cup away from the nipple to see that she got it all, ignoring their intense stares. She showed them what she had, but managed to look like a woman who had been so thoroughly used, it didn't matter what they saw. Appearances were everything, and it appeared they thought their dirty deed was worth the risk.

An excited voice from the fence brought them all back to their viewing positions: "He's peeing on her."

"WHAT!"

Sure enough, that bastard was pissing in Pam's face, just taking a leisurely piss, soaking her. Well, lesson nine, ten, or eleven. Connie lost track, but the child learned a whore's lifetime worth of lessons in a one hour period. Could all this have only taken one hour? She checked her watch--fifty minutes.

He then helped her to her feet and walked her to the front gate which led to the street. She balked when she realized his intent, but soon found herself outside a closed gate with no choice but to get home the best way she could--down to the corner, at least one hundred yards, a right turn for another hundred, and another right for the hundred-yard dash to get home safe.

They all left the fence to meet her and arrived ahead of time, all looking out the window as Pam scurried down the sidewalk, running while trying to hide all of her secrets. She arrived to find the door locked and pounded on it.

Connie told Joe to lay out newspapers on the floor just to the left of the entryway, just inside the living room. When they were laid out, Connie opened the door and let the leaky bitch in.

Pam tried to run through to her room, but Connie caught her arm and spun her around, saying, "You're not going through this house like that. You'll stain the carpet. Go stand on those papers."

"Mom, no, please! Haven't I been through enough?"

"GO STAND ON THOSE PAPERS!"

Pam went and stood on the papers, trembling, hugging her breasts, covering her crotch, huddled with her knees together.

Connie thought it best to keep Pam off balance. Her ordeal wasn't over. She still had her father to face and he could go either way. He could kiss her or kick her, hit her or hug her. It all depended on how he took the news. Off balance was best, so Connie went to the kitchen for a roll of paper towels and returned to find the boys lying about the floor, gawking up, trying to see what Pam couldn't hide.

"Mom, make them leave me alone."

"Shut up, Pam. I hope you get all the shame and humiliation you deserve, now move your legs apart and stand straight while I clean this mess."

"Mom, no!"

It was then Connie noticed where Pam's eyes roamed. She hadn't buttoned the last four buttons of the dress and she could feel the semen leaking out and running down both legs. If that weren't enough, the whole front of the dress was wet, especially over the tit and crotch areas. Connie ignored the stare and said, "Don't mom-no me, young lady. There is nothing on you they haven't seen thanks to your own stupidity--now move! NOW!"

[SLAP to the ass]

Pam reluctantly stepped out and Connie set about wiping sperm starting at the left foot, going up, slow, to the crotch, very slow, down the right leg, slow, on to the right foot. For added safety, she stuffed used towels up both holes, then told her to go take a shower then go straight to her room.

Pam ran crying and off balance, tripped, fell, got up, then hit a wall.

Connie stood straight and looked down on her collection of sons as they all looked up her legs as though she had no panties on; and then, she remembered leaving them. Damn!

"You boys are in deep trouble. You'll learn that you can't treat your mother like a dirty sock or pair of underwear. I am not something you can jack-off on, and especially not in. I could get pregnant, you know."

Sam said, "You did it, too."

"I know, I did it too. I'm just as weak as the next person. Girls are no different than guys in that regard. We all do it, but I would never do to you what you guys did to me."

Sam said, "You can't squirt yours, can you?"

"No, but that's beside the point. Just because you can, doesn't mean you may, and you certainly may not squirt semen into your own mother's vagina. In case you didn't know, that's how babies are made. Now go to your rooms until your father comes to see you."

Donny said, "Even me? I never squirted you."

"No, but you stood on a milk crate and tried to stick your penis in my butt. That's worse."

"You didn't care."

"I wasn't paying attention. You took advantage of me while I was masturbating. Now, I care, and you're in trouble. Let that be a lesson to you all."

Joe said, "That was neat, wasn't it, Mom?"

"Ask Pam, now mush... go! NOW!"

They slowly mushed. After the last musher left the room, Connie had to smile. That was neat. Now, how to make Roy think so. He was due home in thirty minutes.

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Roy didn't take it well at all, though Connie told it well while leaving out key details, like her getting a sperm bath, sperm douche, and a near butt fucking--several. All any of them needed was a couple more inches of dick to work with. Joe and Robby got their cock heads past her sphincter, but that qualified as an anal massage, not a butt fucking.

In the end, Roy was livid, pacing angrily with Connie sitting on the bed. Pam would get a hug and a kiss, and Connie handled this situation all wrong. She should have called him at work as soon as she knew that Bart had Pam.

"This is it, Connie. He's done it, now. I am not fucking around with these local yokels. I'm taking this straight to the state's attorney at the capital. Montana's going to fry for this, and all of these little perverts with badges will go scurrying for cover, that fucking judge included. I'm leaving tonight and taking Pam with me. I want to be standing before his desk bright and early tomorrow morning."

"Uh... Roy, you can't do that."

"The hell I can't."

"If you do, I'll fry with him. I said he could... well, I nodded."

"You what?"

"Well, he had her dead to rights, and he was going to call the cops. What else could I do?"

"Anything but that, Connie. Christ on a fucking bicycle. What the fuck were you thinking?"

"I was thinking this would teach her a lesson and keep us out of jail."

"So, you told him he could rape the fuck out of her, steal all of her personal treasures, mate her with a pack of dogs, then piss on her and toss her ass out in the street buck naked. How would you deal with a real crime, Connie, give permission to have her drawn and quartered, set on fire, let him pull all her teeth out and shove them up her ass?"

"I thought he'd just have regular intercourse then let her go."

"Oh, of course, an innocent trespass for a fuck. Not a bad deal."

"Okay, Roy, you made your point. I turned left when I should have turned right, but once I made that wrong turn, the rest built one atop the other until we have what we have, which is a situation we can't go to the law with."

"You've got that straight. I hope you realize that is not our daughter in that bedroom. That's Bart's whore, Bart's little bitch, his new windup slut doll. All we do is provide food shelter and clothing. You realize that, don't you?"

"Yes, and so does Pam. Furthermore, she realizes this is all her fault. She brought this on herself. We'd be wise to let her go on thinking that way until we can leave this place."

"Do you know what you're saying?"

"Yes. I was there, Roy. I saw it all from beginning to end. He'll call for her when he wants her. He may just yell over the fence after dumping his trash on our lawn, and I'll fetch her for him then pick up his trash. Believe me, I know."

"And you'll pass her over the fence to him, naked, ready to molest no doubt."

"If I must, but she can jump that fence. Do you have any bright ideas besides going to the police, any police?"

"Not now."

"Good, then you can help pick up the trash."

"Fuck you, Connie."

"Fuck you, Roy! We're in this together, like it or not. Work an extra job, borrow money from your folks, sell your truck, get us out as fast as you can, but while we're in this mess, we're in this mess together. I turned left, but you brought us here. We were happy in Lansing. I was a faithful happy housewife, and Pam was a happy virgin. Now, we're here, stuck here, and we have you to thank for that."

"All right. Point taken. Now what?"

"Now, we try to make the best of it until we can get unstuck and out of here."

"How the fuck do we do that?"

"We live one day at a time and shoot for the end of summer so Pam can start back to school with her old classmates and this summer will go down as that bizarre summer of '63 when everything went crazy and the world got turned upside down, and she got pregnant."

"Got pregnant? You don't know that."

"It's going to happen. He wasn't trying not to."

"That's fucking great. Another mouth to feed."

"What's one more when you have five. Besides, she'll be old enough to get a job by then. She can help feed her own bastard."

"No abortion, no adoption?"

"Fuck no. She brought this on; she'll suffer through the consequences. That's been my attitude all along. I have not given her a kind word since I saw her in his yard, and when she arrived home, no hug, no kiss, nothing; in fact, I chewed her ass good and slapped her ass hard, and then I sent her to her room and said, 'And just wait till your father gets home.' She's expecting a whipping."

"She is?"

Connie came up and draped her arms around his neck, snuggling her body close, purring, "Yes, she is, and if you're smart, you'll make her strip naked for it and do it in front of the whole family. She blushes beautifully, Roy. I'll bet you could make her titties blush ten shades of red if you did it right."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Very much. We only have eleven weeks of summer left. We need to make the best of a bad situation."

"And just exactly how would we do that, Connie?"

"Well, I was thinking, if we were very good keepers of his bitch whore, he might invite us to his parties. The boys are dying to swim in his pool. We are all dying of boredom, Roy, and having that adult playground just across the fence, one complete with a pool, well, it's killing those boys."

"And you?"

"I wouldn't mind lounging around that pool with a bunch of naked swingers."

"Watching Pam get fucked by dogs while sipping on a frozen mai tai?"

"She's a bitch. I even called her that to her face. That's what horny dogs do to their bitch. I'll tell you something else. Pam is a bitch whore, a three-holer bitch whore, and you should see what they do to them. And I'll have a pina colada, thank you very much."

"When Pam commits suicide or runs away, what will you have, a bloody Mary?"

"She'll do neither. If I thought there was the slightest chance of that, I'd never do anything. Fact is, she loves being forced."

"Yeah, right."

"No, I'm serious. I watched her closely, and she loved what was happening once she adjusted. I saw it in her actions or lack of them. I saw it in her eyes. I saw it in the way she took my abuse after it was all over. She wants that whipping, Roy, and she doesn't want this to be the end of it. If she knew this would end and we'd return to Lansing at the end of summer, she'd love this to go on until the day we wave goodbye. I believe that, I honestly do."

"I think that's just wishful thinking on your part. You'd like her to like it."

"No, I've been giving this a lot of thought. You know Pam. If she doesn't want to go, ten horses can't drag her. She didn't have to freeze on all fours. She could have leapt that fence when he first appeared. There were dozens of times when she was free to escape and didn't. After the first dog, while she could see he was getting another, she stayed there, in position, even as the dog came bounding over with a big ole hardon wagging between his hind quarters. She braced for it. She didn't fight him once, though she put on a damn fine show of hating everything he did. No, Roy, I'm not imagining, but she does need or wants to be forced, and she wants us all the think she hates it."

"You're sure about that?"

"I'm absolutely sure, but I'll be looking for signs along the way. If I see real stress developing, we can ease off. I think Bart will work with me. He likes me. I can tell. We had something going. None of this would have happened if I hadn't been so encouraging from the start. He knows I turned on. He knows I frigged off. He knows I loved everything he did. We're buddies."

"Lovers?"

"He doesn't know the meaning of the word, but if you're asking would I screw him, the answer is an emphatic yes. I'm in no position to say no any more than I was in that jail. You're in no position to object. If he wants me, he can have me. He knows that. He does now."

"You told him?"

"He knows. Don't worry, as long as he can screw Pam, he won't bother with me, and he knows he can screw Pam anytime he wants her. I made that perfectly clear at the start."

"You underestimate yourself, Connie. You're still a very sexy bitch with a damn fine body."

"Like I said, it's his for the taking, and I think I made that perfectly clear at the end when I dropped my wet panties over his fence before leaving. The point is, I'm sure I can get him to ease up on Pam if she starts stressing out. I don't see that happening with her. The more you load on her, the more she takes. After seeing her today, I don't think that girl has a limit where public sex is concerned. The worst, the painful part, is behind her. Bart is not the whips and chains type. He's just a nasty boy in a man's body, and she eats that shit up. Your sons eat it up, too."

"And their mother, too."

"Yes, and they know that. They watched me masturbate to it."

"No shit!"

"Yes, and I'll tell you something else. Your sons shot their wads all over and all in your wife--Joe, Robby, and Sam, and Sam was the biggest offender. Surprised?"

"Sam takes after his daddy."

"No, are you surprised that they had the balls to shoot their cum on me, not just on me, in me, in every hole--mouth, pussy, and asshole?"

"Not if you were masturbating. So, they fucked you, huh?"

"It wasn't what you could call fucking, but it was obscene. They got sperm inside my body using their dicks. I'll put it that way."

"I'm surprised Joe didn't fuck you."

"They all fucked me in the ass, or made a good attempt."

"No shit. They got in your ass?"

"Joe and Robby did, but just the head. It was nice."

"Sonofabitch!"

"I take it you approve?"

"Hell yes, I approve."

"Good, just don't show it. I don't want this out in the open. I don't want to be their whore, but I do love being abused and molested by them. I want to tell on them, and I want you acting pissed, but don't ever make the punishment fit the crime, not by a long shot. No whippings, no groundings. Hit their allowance so that the liberties they take cost money."

"That would be prostitution."

"One could look at it that way, couldn't one?"

"They don't have much money."

"Well, start paying them good money to do all the odd jobs around here, including picking up Bart's trash."

"Just be sure you get it all back."

"I plan to keep them in debt."

"Are you going to let them fuck you?"

"I won't let them do anything, but they know I can't stop anything when I masturbate, and when they see me masturbate, they want everything, and those little fuckers get bold. Whatever they do to me in my time of weakness, I'm telling."

"Well, it looks like you have your summer all mapped out. How do I get mine?"

"Pam is all you need, and if you don't take it, you don't deserve anything but hard work and an unfaithful wife--a long hot summer."

"What, I don't get to join the party?"

"No, those are my friends. You need to work two jobs. It's best you don't have that distraction, and Bart would like it better if I were an unfaithful wife while you were out busting your ass. He'd get off on the knowledge that you arrive home late after a hard day, look out the upstairs window, and see me fucking some young stud on a chaise lounge, trying not to spill my tenth pina colada while Pam is at my feet sucking off his mutt."

"That's what you want, Connie."

"He'd want it too."

"So, when do I get Pam?"

"In the mornings before you go off to work and whenever you can slip her some dick. You'll have to squeeze your fucks into your busy schedule, but I'm sure there will be ample opportunities. Who knows, you might be the lucky bastard that knocks her up. You have many opportunities tonight. You have one right now. All she has on is a short robe. That's all I allowed her to wear after her shower. If you can't get that robe off her and your dick in her in the mood she's in right now, this will be a long hot summer indeed."

"She's horny, huh?"

"She'd have to be after all she went through and has to think about. Roy, she knew what she was getting into. Her bedroom faces their pool area. She has seen what goes on. She has seen the dogs having sex with women. She has seen it all. How could she miss it. She found a way to get it, got it, and is now reflecting on it. Don't knock, just barge in. I told her she can't lock her door. Chances are, you'll catch her masturbating. That's always a good ice breaker. Works for me and my little rapists."

"I should just rape her, is that what you're saying?"

"She doesn't want you to make love to her, and she can't be seduced, not by her own father. You'll have to take what you want, but she molests well, Roy. You won't be able to tell by outward appearances, but she won't fight or won't put up much of one. She'll have a sopping wet pussy and hard nipples. I guarantee. She can't hide that, and she's a wet bitch with a hair trigger. Go for it."

"Fuck it. I'm going for it. I'll be damned if I'm going to have a long hot summer while you're out fucking every stud in town and my own god damn sons."

"That's the spirit. Go get 'em tiger. I'm going to pop over and pay a neighborly call on Bart. I need to personally apologize for my daughter's unwarranted intrusion, perhaps make amends, perhaps in my red dress with no slip, no bra, no panties and those matching heels you like. Would I look sincere enough in that getup?"

"Shave your pussy and let him feel your shave. Why be coy?"

"Why indeed. I'll do that, and I'll write PLEASE FUCK ME on my inner thighs in bright red lipstick, then assume a good position so he can read it, like out on his front porch in broad daylight, flat on my back while holding my legs as wide as I can, begging for his cock until he takes mercy on me or pisses on me; and, Roy, I'm not sure I wouldn't rather be pissed on."

"I dare you."

"You don't have to. I have been fantasizing this since the arrest. I'm doing it. Fuck coy. I will not have a long hot summer, not in this neighborhood. The people I've seen at his orgies are the same ones I see trimming hedges and washing cars. We're smack in the middle of a bunch of swingers, and those are block parties. We've been party poopers, but not anymore. You had best get me out of here by September. Once school starts, we're staying put till June. There's your incentive. And Roy, I'm not sure I want you to make it. We'll just have to see how things go. You make the money; you control the money; I'll go where you go; but we women have our ways."

"Tell me about it. All right, Connie. We'll play it your way. This is your summer, but I'm relying on you to keep a close watch on Pam. I don't want that kid scared by this, and when we get back in a right-side-up world, I want to be able to set things right all around, to include a faithful wife. Deal?"

[They shook hands]

"Deal. Don't worry about Pam. I'm watching her like a mother hawk. I love her as much as you do. We will set everything right when the time comes, but for now, I'll be doing my best to turn everything up-side-down. The key to setting everything right again is her believing that everything that happens this summer is her fault, and once free of these influences, we revert to being good, responsible parents. We must constantly remind her that this is all her doing. We must play on her guilt and keep her off balance."

"I'm not good at playing games, Connie. You know me; I'm a simple steak and potatoes guy--find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em. You're the one that likes playing games."

"Leave the home front to me and just try to follow my lead. Give me a free hand. Let her know that I'm in charge and if she ever rats on me or complains, stick a dick in her mouth. You should behave like I told you to get your sex from Pam, because I am not about to take care of you and every dick in the neighborhood, too. Tell her that if you want, but I'll see that she understands the situation. Thanks to her stupidity and disobedience, your faithful wife is now the neighborhood slut, and you're pissed and taking it out on her. There's your motivation for rape."

"It'll be my pleasure starting right now. I'm ready." And then he was off.

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Pam wasn't ready for the man that came barging into her room with an obvious erection straining his work uniform.

"DADDY! Oh, Daddy, I've been raped!"

"Really? [unzip, haul out stiff dick and begin stroking] Tell me all about it, only get that robe off first and lie back with your legs apart, you nasty little whore."

"Daddy! What... what are you going to do?"

[picture it!]

While Pam was taking Daddy up the ass and telling him about her terrible ordeal with the dogs, their second fuck, Mommy was ringing the Montana door bell at five in the afternoon. Bart's wife answered, took one look at Connie, smiled, and called over her shoulder, "Bart, it's for you. It's that horny slut from the place behind us."

Connie wasn't expecting the wife to be there, nor did she expect to be known as the horny slut from the place behind them. The sexy woman did look back wearing a smile after saying that, but still--slut! She had never given anyone cause to think she were a slut--well, except for a few instances at the fence a few hours ago, but Bart didn't see them.

The wife didn't invite her in, nor would she engage in conversation. All she did was run her eyes over bare legs and braless breasts making Connie feel like a horny slut in a see-thru dress, and then Bart arrived and said, "Well, well, my little slut with the horny little bitch daughter. How is your little bitch, sore in the pussy?"

Unnerved at first, Connie picked up on the game they were playing and played along, saying, "Yes, she has a sore throat, and she is walking funny. I'm sure her pussy is very tender, her asshole, too. That's to be expected. She was a virgin in both holes until she climbed your fence."

The wife said, "Yes, how unfortunate that she got caught, but she should know better than to bring virgin pussy and a virgin ass into Bart Montana's yard. He has a terrible reputation, you know."

"She knows now, believe me, she knows now. The reason I'm here is I wanted to apologize in person and tell you both how terribly sorry I am that my daughter invaded your property. I want to make things right and insure that you receive satisfaction."

Bart said, "I'm liking the sound of this. Go on."

"Well, I was thinking some sort of restitution was in order."

The wife says, "It is. What would you suggest?"

"Well, she could do odd jobs for you."

The wife said, "Such as take care of our animals?"

"Yes, she could do that. In the nude if you'd like, wearing only high heels and a dog collar."

Bart smiled big and opened the door wide, saying, "Well, sweetheart, you just come on in. I think we're going to get along just fine from now on."

Connie smiled big then said, "Wait! There's something I want to do. I went to a lot of trouble and have my courage up again. Please don't laugh, but it's just something I wanted to do to show how nice I want to be from now on. It's rather vulgar and I wanted to do it out here in the open. Would you mind?"

The wife said, "If you're going to shit on the porch, it's been done. If you'll clean it up, we'll watch."

"It's not that bad and there won't be anything to clean up. Well, [looking around] here goes."

Connie sat down before them, then leaned back and spread her legs wide.

PLEASE FUCK ME

Connie held the spread while they had a good friendly laugh, then the wife said, "I'll say one thing for you. You certainly know how to apologize for a minor trespass, but if you'd really like to do this right, we should move this out by the curb where all the lookie loos can see. It's a shame to waste quality cock groveling like this."

"Do we dare?"

"We? You're doing it. Don't worry, no one talks to outsiders, but they do talk to each other. You're already a hot topic, being the new monkey in the zoo, and your daughter's naked dash around the block has everyone in a titter of excitement. I received three calls, and I just got home from shopping ten minutes ago. [Ring] There's another. That must be Charlene. Let it ring. Well, are you game?" [Ring]

"Okay, I guess."

"Great! [Ring] Let's see some good cock groveling. Show the neighbors what a horny slut you are." [Ring]

And so they did while three cars passed slowly by, a paperboy rode by on a bicycle until he crashed into a hedge, and while several couples joined Bart and Sarah, all greatly amused. After ten minutes of good cock groveling on the front lawn, they walked Connie into the house. Before they brought her into the house, they had to hose all the urine off of her. The phone was ringing off the hook until Sarah took it off the hook so they could get down to some serious neighbor lady fucking.

Connie got herself a good screwing, and experienced a first--girl sex. She left their house a dedicated bisexual and walked the route Pam ran earlier and left her own set of pecker tracks.

She begged off after two hours so she could spend this momentous evening with her family. The Montanas wanted to celebrate with a block party but Connie asked that they hold off and let Pam recover. Connie was pleased that her friends were reasonable people and easy to get along with. However she wanted to do this was fine with them.

They decided that restitution was a good way to break Pam in, and Connie would serve as her daughter's handler, leading her by a leash, naked in heels and a collar, to do her restitution duties twice each day--at ten in the morning and six in the evening, until Pam was ready to entertain at a party. Connie would say when, and Connie could not have been happier with the plan, for it allowed her to appear forced into the lifestyle--a victim of Pam's careless stupidity. Connie smiled all the way home in a wet dress that clung to every curve and was now transparent where it touched skin.

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Connie walked into her home and looked fucked, rode hard, and hung up wet. There was no other way to look when you have sperm running down both legs to the heels, sperm in your wet matted hair, sperm runs from both corners of your mouth, down your neck and into your cleavage. Combine that with a transparent come-fuck-me dress worn without a slip or underwear with matching high heels and you have a picture of a slut that looked fucked, rode hard, and hung up wet--the look she was after.

The boys heard her enter and came running from their eavesdropping posts at Pam's bedroom door. They took one look at their mother and let out a collective "WOW!"

Connie ignored their collective appraisal and amused grins, acting as though she'd just arrived from the market. She said, "Where's your father?"

Joe, the oldest, spoke for the group, saying, "He's in Pam's room doing her. He's been doing her since you left. Who's been doing you, Mom--or should I say, who hasn't?"

"None of your business."

She went upstairs and entered Pam's room without knocking, shutting the door in the boys' faces, but not before they got a good peek at their naked sister riding Daddy's dong with her arms bound severely behind her back while he held a folded belt in one hand and a hard nipple in the other. They could see the redness along her right thigh and hip where he'd been driving her on--[Whack] giddup!

Pam looked tired, beat, fucked out, but Connie gave her one glance then stood at the bedside looking down at her hubby, totally ignoring Pam as she said, "Well, I tried, but as you can see, all I got for my effort was royally screwed. We have to get out of here, Roy."

"I know, dear. There's a part time position open at a service station downtown. I'm taking it as a second job. We should have enough to move by late August. That'll put us back in Lansing in time to get the kids back in school."

"Are you sure, because we must leave? We have to leave."

"Don't worry, Connie. I'll take all the work I can get. This is just a start. I'll get us out of here if I have to sell the truck and we end up taking the bus back. [WHACK] I didn't say stop."

Connie looked over to see Pam ride up to the tip of her father's dick then settle to his pubic hair, awed that her mother only took a casual interest, as though watching her ride a stationary merry-go-round.

Pam's face was also full of questions, like--Are we really going back to Lansing? Are you sure? Positive? Cross your heart and hope to die, stick a needle in your eye. Why aren't you saying anything, Mom? Can't you see Daddy is raping me?

Connie ignored those unspoken questions and took a seat on the mattress, crowding Pam, facing Roy so that Pam's up and down motion rubbed a sore thigh against her wet hip, made more unavoidable when Connie placed her hand on Roy's lower abdomen for support as she leaned toward the center trying to get his undivided attention. Since Roy could no longer strike the right side of Pam, he placed the belt in the other hand so as to strike the left flank when necessary.

Connie said, "The man is an animal, Roy. Look at me."

"I see. You look rode hard and hung up wet. [WHACK] Come on, Pam, put some feeling in it. Ride that cock, girl." [WHACK]

"Roy, pay attention to me. He raped me, and so did five of his friends--three were women. I was raped by men and women, Roy."

"He's an animal, but you knew that when you went over dressed that way." [WHACK]

"Yes, but I thought I'd gain favor for the effort. They just used me and tossed me out when they were through. They weren't the slightest bit interested in taking me instead of Pam when they can have both. Bart's wife shaved my vagina then took her lipstick and wrote PLEASE FUCK ME on my inner thighs, then made me grovel naked on my back on their front lawn like a bitch in heat for what seemed like an hour, but I know had to be fifteen minutes at least. See, you can still read it."

Connie reclined at the edge of the bed to show her spermy beaver and the smeared message that had the PLEASE over the mound of the shaved pussy, the FUCK on the right inner thigh, and the ME on the left.

[WHACK]"Slow down, damnit! [WHACK] You act like you never saw a twat before. [Now addressing his spouse] Shit, that had to be rough, Connie. You must have attracted a lot of attention this time a day."

She struggled back up to her sitting position, saying, "It was rough, Roy, and they drew quite a crowd. I didn't even get the first word of my proposal out before piss began raining down on me. I have never been so humiliated in my life. I feel like the lowest of sluts. I won't even try to hold my head up in this neighborhood. I'd look foolish trying to look or act like a decent woman, a good mother, and faithful wife after that pathetic performance I put on. I'm sure it won't be the last. The Montanas love watching me grovel for cock in public. Bart and Sarah Montana effectively made me a cock-groveling slut, Roy."

"He's an animal. [WHACK] Fuck me faster, damnit!" [WHACK][WHACK]

Connie was being jostled hard by the energetic fuck Pam was giving before he gave the first prompt to go fast, and when that go ahead came, she went for her climax. Connie said, "Will you stop fucking Pam so we can talk."

"She's fucking me."

"She's fucking you because you have her arms bound behind her back and you're hitting her with a belt. Put the belt down and see what she does."

[He laid the belt at his side] "Okay, it's down."

[Looking over to watch the pussy settle to merge their matted pubic patches and then hold still, then back to Roy] "Yes, and so is she. I hope you didn't think she was fucking you because she liked it."

"All right, Connie. You made your point, so what is it you want to talk about?"

"Bart Montana. He won't deal, won't negotiate, and he's not interested in apologies or promises. He has us over a barrel and he knows there's not a damn thing we can do about it."

"We knew that three weeks ago."

"We knew it, but now he's sure we have no resources to fight him with. He took a chance today, a big one, but now he knows we can't fight him. He knows that if he can get away with doing what he did to our daughter, the sky's the limit. Well, just look at me. He as well as used me as a fuck rag. That was his answer. We're fucked, Roy, and Pam is as good as his whore, his slut toy, his human bitch. As long as we live here, we are no more than her keepers, and we are keeping her for him and his dogs. As long as we live in this house, our daughter is a bitch whore and there's not a damn thing we can do about it."

Connie glanced back to see how Pam took that message, and she took it with a strained mask of restrained passion, biting down on her lower lip while sitting still on a cock she wanted desperately to move on. This was torture and it only took a glance to see that.

Roy could see it, too. He could also feel her internal muscle contractions as she tried to stimulate something without showing obvious movement. He said, "We'll just have to relocate, then. My daughter is not going to be some pervert's bitch whore any longer than she has to."

Connie said, "I just want you to understand how desperately we need to return to Lansing. After this summer, Pam will be a local porn star. She could never attend classes with the whole school knowing what she looks like naked and with half the boys carrying snapshots of her having perverted sex with dogs. She needs to get back to her friends where no one knows anything about this awful neighborhood. We need to get her back to a place where pictures like that would never surface."

"Sweetheart, I'll be working as hard as humanly possible, but all work and no play makes Roy a dull boy. If you're going to be entertaining the neighbors, well..."

"I'm sure Pam understands. She's not a child anymore. I'm sure she'll take care of your sexual needs if she sees how hard you're working to save us in time. She wants to get away from here more than anyone. I'm sure she hates being forced more than she hates the sex itself, so things may work out for you. Just don't ask me to pressure her into having voluntary sex with you. A mother and wife should never be put in that situation and neither should a daughter. You'll just have to appeal to her sense of fairness."

Pam quickly said, "Mom, you're right, I..."

Connie stopped her with a raised hand, then said to Roy, "Would you explain to your daughter that I am not speaking to her, that I am still too angry to speak to her, that I do not want to speak to her when I feel this way. Would you tell her that I'll get over it, and that I still love her dearly, but for the time being, she should let me cool off."

"Your mother is pissed, Pam."

"Daddy, would you tell Mom that I am so very sorry, that I love her so much, and I'll make it up to her somehow, some day."

"Your daughter is sorry, and she'll make it up to you."

Connie stood with her back to Pam and said, "Well, tell your daughter that sorry sometimes doesn't cut it in the real world, and sorry can never give you back a wife who has never strayed from your marital bed in sixteen years of marriage. Sorry can never erase three months of living as a slut to amuse perverts, and sorry can't get either of us unpregnant, nor stop four impressionable young boys from treating their mother like a slut when they see her looking and acting like one."

"Your mother said sorry don't feed the bulldog, Pam."

"Daddy, tell Mom I'll talk to the boys and help them understand that this is all my fault. I'll make sure they understand, and I doubt they'll treat her like a slut once they understand the situation. At least, I hope they won't."

"Pam said she'd try to fix it with the boys, but it doesn't look good."

"Tell her not to say a word to those boys. They will not understand, and she'll just make things worse. Those boys are not capable of understanding these complex sexual issues. They will see a slut and respond accordingly. I do not intend to spend all summer fighting those boys, nor will I torment them by leaving them sexually frustrated. I will straighten them out when I can stop acting the slut. In the interim, I had better never see her so much as look cross-eyed at anything she might see, that if what she sees offends her sense of decency, she has only herself to thank for that. Tell her that sorry is a start and knowing she's sorry will help. It helps a lot. I just need time."

"She's glad you're sorry, but you fucked up major league, kid." [he picked up the belt and gave her a giddyup smack] "Now, get back to fucking."

Connie turned at the door to look back and saw that Pam was riding the cock with unleashed energy that needed no prompting from a belt unless it was to make her slow down. The kid was going for her nut and couldn't hold off until her mother was out of the room, nor could she slow down when her mother turned back to look. The last image Connie had was of Pam doing a bouncing bump and grind on the full eight inches of her father's cock with her father arching back and lifting his loins into it.

Connie smiled on the way out, thinking, "Damn, I'm good, and that was all off the top of my head. Roy wasn't bad, either, for a steak and potatoes guy."

The last thing she heard was the belt hitting the floor and two people experiencing mutual orgasms. Four boys trying to peer around her exiting body saw the grand finale, because Connie left the door wide open.

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Roy entered the master bedroom just as Connie exited the master bath after her hot shower. Nude, rubbing a towel in her hair, she looked at her husband's wilted and wet member as he tossed his clothes on the floor and smiled.

"Well, how was it, Roy?"

"Connie, no offense, but that was the best piece of ass I've ever had, and that last piece put all the others to shame."

Connie laughed and said, "None taken. I can't compete with that little sex nymph. Few women could."

She tossed the towel, then came into his embrace, each holding the other by the hips, pulling their loins together while leaning back with big smiles. Roy said, "I wish I could have seen you out on that lawn, or was that bullshit for Pam's benefit?"

"It was not bullshit, and you didn't hear the half it. I wish you could have been there with the kids. The neighbors loved my routine, and no one but Bart and Sarah knows it was a staged routine. They all think I have no choice and that the only reason I did that was to save my little girl from being a whore for Bart's mutts. They fucking loved it, Roy. I am a great actress and this is my favorite role. I didn't know that until this afternoon, but I love being helpless and at the mercy of perverts. I fucking love it, Roy."

"I'm glad, but you were wrong about Pam wanting all that. We talked for an hour between fucks. We got along great, almost right from the start, and she does love being forced. We were playing rape. She loves getting hit by a belt, loves being tied, and she likes me to hit her hard. I won't hit her as hard as she wants me to."

"It was obvious you weren't raping her, and I could see those love taps of yours weren't doing it for her. You have to make them sting, just on the verge of raising a welt. Trust me; believe her."

"I do and I did. I just didn't do it while you were there. We had a great talk, Connie. She was very open. She even confessed that she knew he was home and wanted to get caught, but it was a bare bottom spanking she was after. She never dreamed he'd rape her before witnesses, and the dogs were a complete shock to her, though she had seen them getting it on with women. She never saw them doing anything with girls her age. She said she was in a state of shock all through the dog rapes."

"Bull. She was in shock when the first one mounted her, but that shock passed. I know what I saw, Roy. That little bitch loves getting fucked by dogs in her pussy, ass, or mouth. She just doesn't want you to think Daddy's little girl likes being fucked by dogs."

"You may be right. I'll tell you what, when you started that shit about her being a bitch whore, her cunt squeezed down on my dork so hard I doubt I could have pulled out if I'd wanted to. That kid has incredible muscle control down there. She has a fucking squeeze box."

"She's a track athlete, Roy. She has muscles I never had, and every one is trim and toned. I'll bet she could jack a guy off with her pussy held still."

"She damn near did, Connie. I'm not shittin' you a pound. The whole time you were talking, telling us your sob story, that cunt was milking my dick. She may hate herself for what she thinks she did to you, but her cunt fucking loves it, and when you implied that you'd have to fuck those boys to keep them from being sexually frustrated, I thought her cunt was going to suck my nuts in. Her real thing is incest, and seeing her brother's cum leaking out of her mother's pussy is what she was in here thinking about."

"She liked that, huh?"

"Fuckin 'A', she loved it. I told her what you told me about how they molested you at the fence, but I told her you hated it. I took a chance not sure which way she'd like it--you know, liking or not liking it."

"I would have gone with liking it."

"You'd have been wrong, though she likes that, too. It was picturing you having to tolerate that abuse that got her hotter than a fresh-fucked fox in a forest fire. The little bitch raped me."

"Really! That's interesting."

"In the bedroom, while you were with us and she was motionless, the idea that she was responsible for you having to commit incest turned her little ass on something fierce. After we came and I made the boys leave and go downstairs, she lies over me with my cock still up her cunt and says, 'Daddy, will Mom really let them have sex with her? Was she serious?' I said, 'She has no choice, Pam. We talked about that and I told her in no uncertain terms, that she had to figure a way to relieve those boys.'

"I made it clear that I meant fucking, and that little shit started squirming her cunt on my cock, trying to get me hard again. That's what took me so long. She wanted to keep talking about it. She fucking loves the idea, Connie, and she told me she'd do anything I want anytime I want if I made it clear to you that you had to give them anything they want anytime they want it. She made me promise that I'd never let you know about our deal, but she wanted you to know that she'd take care of me willingly. She told me she was willing to fuck me in front of you in our bed. She wants that and promised to make it good if it didn't make you mad."

"Good, I'm glad she likes open incest, because I forgot those little fuckers were listening at the door. I told them I'd be taking care of them. That blows that prostitution game all to hell."

"Screw the game, make it official."

"What, charge them for my sexual services?"

"Why not. It's the same thing."

"Hummm, why not. Yeah, I can still keep them broke and working their horny little asses off. Someone has to do the work around here, and I will be too fucked out, so will Pam. To make it good for Pam, force me to prostitute myself. I'll act like I hate it. She'll love that."

"Great, so what will a piece of ass cost them?"

"Five bucks--ass or pussy. The same for blow jobs if I have to swallow a load--one dollar if I can spit it out."

"That's a bit steep, don't you think? You're talking a week's allowance. Nobody will want a one-dollar blow job except Donny."

"I know, but it's a fair price when you pay them five bucks for washing dishes each time the dishes are washed. It'll be a fair price when every chore earns five bucks, and we have at least twenty household chores to divvy up between four eager workers."

"And you think you can keep all four in debt?"

"You will force me to do all I can to get your hard earned money back from them. Make Pam my pimp. Have her collect the money and see that the customer gets his money's worth. Have her supervise all sexual activity between me and the boys. While Pam isn't doing her thing across the fence, she'll be my handler, and make a firm rule that no one can lay a finger on her. Keep her in jeans and sweats except when her brothers are giving her a bath and shaving her twat. Use her to make them horny for me. Keep me in the sexiest outfits or nothing. Your orders, of course. They'll have nothing to vent their lust on except little ole me."

"That should do it. Pam will cream her fucking jeans."

"Mine too."

"You are one devious little slut, aren't you?"

Slipping into her cutsie baby talk, "Yes, I am, but my po widdle pussy makes me be bad."

"Your slut cunt makes you be bad."

Connie laughed and said, "Yes, and don't you just love it."

"Am I complaining?"

"No, and I am pleasantly surprised. I'm thrilled, in fact. By the way, you were superb in there with Pam. You did very well at picking up on my improv. We got it all laid out for Pam, and I know she bought every word."

"She did, and she accepted her fate. She's a bitch whore. She accepts that, now. You know what turned her around, don't you?"

"Yes, telling her this was just a temporary thing and we'd be leaving this mess behind in August. I knew it would take a load off her mind. The pictures, the people who see her, the parties she'll perform at, none of that will bother her now. I know the feeling. I never could have let go and enjoyed myself if I thought I'd have to live in this town from now on. We're leaving all this behind, so who gives a rat's ass what these people see or think."

"Fucking 'A', who gives a fuck?"

"I had twenty people--men, women, and kids--watching me grovel for cock while being pissed on. I fucking loved it. I couldn't get enough. I even held my cunt open while a guy pissed in it all the while begging him to fuck me. When he was done, his wife hiked her dress and squatted over my face and pissed. I got up on my elbows and licked her pissing pussy while they all laughed their asses off. When she was done, I begged her to let her husband fuck me. She says, 'Eat me, bitch!' I ate the fuck out of that bitch, Roy."

"FUCK! You ate out a bitch!"

"I ate out three bitches. I sucked cunt and loved it. I'm a cunt-sucking, cock-groveling slut, Roy, and I could never be that anyplace but here. You may have to drag me back to Lansing kicking and screaming."

"I can't drag two kicking and screaming sluts."

"You'd better. I'm serious. I don't want to remain here like this past the summer, so you be the strong one for me and Pam. You must, Roy. Please don't get to liking this too much. You'll ruin Pam's life if you do, and our sons won't be much better off. I don't know what that would do to me, but I can't imagine anything good coming from prolonged activity as a cunt-sucking, cock-groveling, incestuous slut. I don't see a happy marriage in our future if this goes on too long, and Pam won't stick around in this burg once she sees herself as a bitch whore. She'll drop out of school, then head for the big show and the fast money. I am dead serious, Roy."

"I know, Connie, and I see the dangers. We will leave here by the end of August. You have my word on that. I'll drag two sluts if I have to."

"Good, then let's have some fun. I think you need to give Pam that whipping she craves, only give it to her in the nude and make those boys good and horny for their masturbating Mommy. Then, when Mommy is making a complete fool of herself, masturbating with her legs wide open, tell the little fuckers what her services are going to cost them and see how Mommy reacts to that outrageous policy from the head of the family."

"You're going to show them how hot and horny that policy makes you, huh, baby?"

"My mouth will say, no, no, no, but my cunt will say, yes, yes, yes. And, Roy, you see that Pam's face is in a good position to feel every wet yes."

"Fuck, Connie, are you going to rub your cunt in her face?"

"Rub? No, I'd never do that to my own daughter. No, I'm going to fuck her god damn face for her while begging you not to make me a five-dollar prostitute for my own sons."

"Mother fucker! Baby, you do that, and I'll make damn sure Pam's face is up and fuckable. I'll have her bent forward from the waist with her face in your beaver and my dick up her ass, and I'll have her by the hair to see that her fucking face stays put. If you'll piss in her face, I'll piss up her ass."

"You're on, mister. I think we're ready for a family meeting. I'll just slip my robe on. It wouldn't look proper for me to go out in my birthday suit until I'm an official home prostitute, now would it?"

"No, it wouldn't. We must be the proper lady, mustn't we?"

"Yes, at all times, except when I'm masturbating, of course. Mommy can't help herself when she does that. Everyone knows that. Well, everyone with a dick. The rest will learn very soon, won't she?"

"Fuckin' 'A'! I'll go gather the little mother fuckers and sit them on the couch leaving a space for you in the middle."

"I'll be right down. I just need to do my hair and put on a little makeup, add a little perfume, and get my cunt looking vulgar, hot, and juicy. I won't be long. Oh, Roy, did you talk to the boys about what they did and tell them they could come out of their rooms?"

"I haven't had a chance."

"That's what I thought. Let's just let it slide. They'll think I didn't tell or you didn't care. Either way, they'll be encouraged. It'll be interesting to see how they act with you watching. Place Sam on one side and Joe on the other, next to me, and the first inappropriate thing you see, praise it. I will be incensed, outraged, mortified, but if they get no static from you, those little fuckers won't give a shit. Just don't let them dog pile me. I'll need freedom of movement when I take out my frustration on Pam, the bitch that got me into this fucking mess, now my fucking pimp. Wait'll she sees how pissed I am."

"Drown her. She thought it was kinda neat getting pissed on."

"Wait'll she sees how neat it is being pissed in. I'll drown her god damn tonsils."

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Roy gathered the boys and had them sit on the sofa leaving a space in the middle. They appeared apprehensive, as though the hammer were about to fall, so Roy put them at ease. He told them he'd heard what they did to their mother, smiled, then ruffled Sam's hair and said, "Young man, you should get your fanny blistered for what you did, but since I'd have done the same thing, I'm going to let it slide. A woman should know better than to frig off in front of four Riggles men, isn't that right?" They all laughingly agreed.

Now, they were in the proper frame of mind and eager to see what was going to happen. When their mother entered, looking fine, wearing a short terry cloth robe clutched tightly to her apparently nude body, their ears and pricks perked up. She moved into the room in a crouch, holding the top and bottom shut, came before the sofa, and saw the space reserved for her being patted by Sam and Joe.

"Roy, I hope you don't expect me to sit there wearing only a robe."

"That's what I expect. Why, is there a problem?"

"Did you talk to them about their outrageous conduct?"

"I talked to them."

"They don't look talked-to."

"Sit, Connie. [Connie sat stiffly] We had a good talk. They all agree that any female that frigs her pussy in front of a Riggles male is asking for trouble. You just try to keep your hands out of your crotch and I'm sure these boys will be perfect gentlemen. [shit-eating grins all around] See if you can control yourself. I'm going to fetch our little bitch and teach her that lesson you want taught, only I'll have her strip naked for it, and I'm going to make her stand right in front of her mommy with her feet wide."

"Oh, Roy, no! You can't!"

"What's the matter, Connie dear? Do you feel an itch coming on?"

Squirming with her legs clenched tight, greatly amusing her sons, Connie implored, "Oh, Roy, no... please no... please god don't do that to me."

"To you? I'd never do that to you, sweetheart. You're my wife, my faithful wife. What's the matter, baby? Got a fire down below? You have four firemen with hoses sitting close by. No problem."

[Four firemen grinned ear to ear watching their mommy smolder]

"Roy, you bastard!"

"Bastard, am I? You listen to me, slut. You behave yourself through this punishment. If I see you teasing my firemen, I'll see that you never tease them again. See if I don't."

"Oh god, Roy!"

[addressing the excited volunteer fire department]

"All right, boys, keep your hands to yourselves. If any fires spring up, let 'em burn. When this is over, you can put them out. I'll say when this is over. Understood?"

The eager firemen stared at the two hands pressing hard between Mommy's legs. Embers were aglow, and it was clear in all minds that flames were about to burst out. Connie was in a sweat. Roy leered with an evil grin. Connie stared back with a twisted face of agony, imploring, begging. The little fireman were so excited, they could hardly contain themselves and got their hoses out and at the ready. Connie surveyed their equipment, then looked screwed. Smiling, Roy went for the bitch.

As soon as he was out of the room, Joe said, "You can't wait to see Pam naked, can you, Mom?"

Connie answered with a lusty groan. Sam said, "I'll bet you'd love to lick Pam's sexy pussy, wouldn't you? [Connie answered that with a hard squirming, moaning groan] Yeah, nice, juicy, yummy Pam pussy... ummm, good!"

Donny said, "Mom, you wouldn't really lick Pam's pussy, would you?"

Robby, watching the very positive reaction with the others, then said, "She can't wait to lick it. She wants to suck on it. What do you think made her so horny at the fence. As soon as she saw it, she had to frig off. She couldn't help herself, and now Dad's gonna make her watch up close."

Joe leaned close and licked her ear while she rubbed hard between her legs over the material of her robe, "We're going to get to fuck you, Mom, and you know it, don't you?"

"Ahhhh... No, god no!"

Donny said, "Uh huh. Dad said so. You havta do what Dad says. He's the boss over you."

"Oh, please don't! If he says you can, please don't. I'm begging you, please don't do that to Mommy."

Sam said, "We'll make you water tight, Mom. You'd better sit on your hands if you know what's good for you. Try not to think about Pam's sexy pussy, and whatever you do, don't look at her boobs. You like her boobs, don't you? Those are super nice boobies, aren't they? They'd sure be nice to suck on, wouldn't they?"

Connie raised up, then sat on her hands. Sam and Joe pulled the halves of her robe off her front. Connie sat in a sweat looking at her denuded slit scrunched between clenched thighs. She then watched Sam's index finger push down inside the slit to torment her as Joe tweaked a nipple and Robby reached across and tweaked another--delicious, delightful, the death of a thousand tingles, and the little fuckers would not stop teasing her about her lust for Pam.

Roy entered Pam's bedroom and gave her the rundown of his plan to turn Mommy into a prostitute. Pam loved the idea, loved the plan, but feared it wouldn't work. She didn't think her mother would ever masturbate with everyone looking at her no matter how exciting the scene she was forced to watch. Pam's aroused mind was in overdrive as she paced in the nude.

Roy tried to assure her that his plan would work, that she was already horny at the prospect of seeing Pam get a whipping in the nude, and that she was already squirming. Pam paced, then said, "Dad, I've got it. Fuck me. Fuck me in the ass after you give me a good whipping, and whip my tits and my pussy. Whip them hard. Make marks on my tits and hit me between the legs so hard that I cry real tears. That'll get to her. She wants revenge. Give it to her while she's horny. That'll work. I know it will."

"You really want this bad, don't you baby?"

Pam flung her nude body against his, draped her arms over his neck, and ground her cunt against his growing cock while standing on her tip toes. "Oh, yes! I want this so badly, Daddy. I never even thought of making her be a prostitute with me as her pimp. That is the ultimate, the most. If you can make her do that, I'll always be horny, and I'll do anything to make you happy, anything, all the time. I'll be a whore, a nympho. I'll always want your hard cock. I want it now."

And then she got it up her cunt and was fucking herself to beat the band. Roy grabbed her ass and made her stop. Smiling down on her passion racked and frustrated face, he said, "Yes, I can see you want it bad."

Dreamy-eyed, "You have no idea, Daddy. That's all I ever think about is Mom getting fucked by my brothers, her sons. I've imagined every possible scenario except the one you came up with, and that's the best, the ultimate..."

"I know, the most."

"And the best part is, your idea can actually work. Mine were too far fetched to ever be anything but crazy fantasies. After what happened today, I can see where your idea can work. She got so turned on out there. I turned her on. She likes seeing me naked, I know she does. I think she likes doing things with girls, me especially. I think she fantasizes about it. I really do."

"She does, that's why I'm making her watch her favorite part of you, up close, and to give her the thrill of thrills, I plan to put your head between her legs."

"Yes, do it. Put my face right in her pussy."

"I'll do it while I'm fucking you in the ass."

"Oh, yes, perfect. Ass fucking drives her wild."

"She might get so wild, she pisses in your face, Pam."

"I don't care. If it'll make her so horny she masturbates and winds up being the family prostitute because of it, she can piss in my face all she wants. She can piss in my mouth. I'll fucking drink it."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, does that turn you on?"

"Heaps."

"Then order me to drink. I couldn't do it unless you made me. That wouldn't look right. Order me to lick her pussy if that'll make her piss."

"So, cunt sucking runs in the family, huh?"

"I'd do it, but I'd much rather have her do me. I'd love to be able to buy her services whenever I wanted my cunt sucked. God, that would be so bitchin'"

"She'll be the family whore. Why not?"

"She'd never go along with that and you know it."

"She'll do as she's told."

"She wouldn't do that."

"Wanna bet?"

"She might be willing, but she'd never go along with doing it like that. I mean, can you imagine how humiliating that would be for her if I had five bucks and wanted her to eat me out. I wouldn't want it done in private."

"Sweetheart, that can't be any more humiliating than groveling for cock, naked out on someone's front lawn. She did that while being pissed on in a large crowd."

Pam giggled, smiled, and said, "Did she really? Honest!"

"Yes, and she was thoroughly humiliated by the experience. She is so pissed at you, Pam."

"Wow, that's great. Maybe she would do it. I still can't picture it, though. Do you really think you could make her do me, too?"

"Yes, and you'll earn your money by getting a cut off what she earns--say twenty percent. For every five bucks she earns, you'll earn yourself a buck."

"Daddy, you're awful. I love it! Don't worry. You'll get it back as fast as I earn it, but the boys are all broke. Even if you pay them five bucks to do simple chores, it'll take time to earn enough to get her good and fucked, and I'll have to wait for five fucks before I'll have enough. I'm broke, too."

"Suppose I gave you a hundred bucks for being nice to Daddy. Would you share?"

"Oh, yes. I'll give each one twenty bucks, four fucks a piece, and I'll do it right in front of Mom right after you pay me for being a good little whore. I'll give you a great big wet juicy kiss with my back to her so she can see your cum leaking out of my ass and running down my legs. That'll get to her, especially if she sees me playing with my spermy pussy and stuffing your sperm inside. I want her to see what a good little whore I'm going to be for my horny Daddy even after he whips me. Then, she'll see how generous I am with the fuck money I earn."

"You are a nasty little shit, do you know that?"

"I always was. Now everyone knows. Bart saw to that."

"Come on. We've kept them waiting long enough. Turn around. I want to bind your arms."

Pam turned as Roy reached for the neck tie he'd used earlier. As he slipped the noose to her wrists, she peeked back over her shoulder and said, "Put it up above my elbows and cinch it tight. That'll stretch my tits and make it look better. Yeah, that's it. Tighter. Oh, yeah. Now wrap the rest to my wrists, and when you get me out there, be rough with me. Act like this is a real whipping and you're really pissed that I caused all this and turned your wife into the neighborhood slut. I want all the credit, Daddy."

"Don't worry, she already gave you that honor. She holds you one hundred percent responsible for all of this."

"I know. I love it. I'd sorta like her to know I did it on purpose."

"Yes, well, you'd sorta better think twice about that. One day, we'll be back in Lansing and she'll be looking back on this. Chances are she'll be looking back on three months as a virtual sex slave, and she'll be looking over a swollen belly. She can forgive innocent stupidity, but she might not be able to forgive you for turning her into a pregnant slut and incestuous whore just for shits and giggles."

Pam giggled and said, "You're right. Scratch that idea. [Pam faced her daddy] It's enough that you know the truth. You're glad I did it, aren't you? You like me being a bad girl, don't you, Daddy?"

"Yes, Sweetheart. I like it very much."

"I knew you would. Daddy, what happens when we get back? I mean, aren't we going to keep on screwing?"

"Yes, but we might have to sneak them in."

"That would be fun. Suppose we got caught? What do you think she'd do?"

"Oh, piss and moan, whine and groan. She wouldn't divorce me, not after this, but she wouldn't like it, not one bit. She hates this, but she sees she can't take care of me and you're a whore anyway. She'd rather keep it at home if she has to put up with it."

"That is so bitchin'. Daddy, you don't really care if she whines and bitches, do you?"

"What are you getting at, Pam?"

"Well, I was just thinking how neat it would be if you couldn't give me up, like you were addicted to fucking me, and all you ever wanted to do was fuck me and not her, and you would bring me to bed with you and her and fuck me to tears while she suffers and has to watch or leave the room."

"You'd like that, would you?"

"Oh god, yes! That's another fantasy I have. I would make it look so good. It would kill her to watch us fucking. If she were watching, I'd fuck you so good, you wouldn't have to do a thing. I'd do it all in lots of good positions. She'd be so horny and frustrated, she'd go get some from Joe, Robby, or Sam, maybe even Donny, maybe all four every time she watches us fuck."

"Nice fantasy, Pam, but she'd just lie there and fume. She'd be so pissed at you she couldn't see straight."

"That would be neat, too. If she stays pissed at me, I'd seduce you when I wanted her husband's cock. When I saw her getting lovie dovie on you, I'd go put on a sexy babydoll nightie or just panties and high heels. I'd come sit on your lap and put my legs on her. When you two go to bed, I might wait until you get her all hot and bothered, then I'd come in naked with a finger in my pussy and pout, 'Daddy, I can't sleep. I'm horny.' You'd push her away and I'd climb over her body to get to you."

"Pam, I do believe you could kill that woman. Please don't tell me you'd like to do that--drive your mother to suicide from sexual frustration."

"No, of course not. I love Mom, but it sure turns me on to think about driving her to the brink, or better yet, driving her into voluntary incest. That would be my goal."

"Well, we'll see, but I think you'll be getting your fill of incest before this week is up."

"No I won't. I won't ever get my fill, and it'll be even better when she has to have it. She might get addicted to incest, don't you think?"

"I suppose it could happen, but she's more likely to develop an addiction to eating your pussy. She already has the taste for it and admitted to me that you had the most adorable pussy she ever saw. She's sure that Bart will want to see a mother/daughter sex act. She said it like she dreaded the day, but I could see her fantasy wheels turning."

"Wow, that would be neat, getting her hooked on my pussy. Do you really think that's possible?"

"Yes, I do, and the more she eats it, the more she likes it, the deeper she'll sink into a dependence."

"Wow, I have eleven weeks to get her so deep she has to have it. Wouldn't that be something if we were back in Lansing and she was begging me for a lick of my pussy."

"Yes. Can we go now?"

[Roy moved her along]

"I'd only let her have some after it got fucked."

[He guided her toward the stairs]

"You're a cold bitch, Pam."

"Yeah, but picture it. She'd remain in the bed for us to finish so she'd get her messy pussy treat."

[Now guiding her down the stairs]

"Pam, you're a sick bitch."

"I know, but I'd sure like to sit on Mom's face with a cunt full of your sperm."

"Okay, shut up or they'll hear. Act like you're naked and about to get the whipping of your life in front of your whole family."

"I am acting that way. You mean act like I don't want it."

"Shut up, you silly little slut."

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Roy pushed Pam along until she came to stand before her mother. Pam now had her face of shame and dread on and stood shyly trembling with her legs squeezed together. Connie was lying uncovered with her knees a foot apart, suffering from a series of orgasms that left her crotch a mess and her eyes glazed. Still sitting on her hands and getting gang fingered, she focused on Pam being forced to stand with her legs wide. Their knees were close to touching.

Roy pushed on Pam's ass to thrust out Pam's open crotch and Connie's eyes focused on that provocative spread as Roy said, "I told you boys to keep your hands off of her, didn't I? [all hands drew away] Now, leave her be. She's your mother, not your whore. If that changes, it'll have to be by her own hand."

Addressing himself to Connie who could not tear her eyes out of Pam's crotch, he said, "Connie, get your hands out from under you and place them on your thighs."

Still staring, she said, "Oh, Roy, no... please no!"

"I said place both hands on your thighs."

Feigning extreme reluctance, Connie dragged both hands out and rested them with clenched fists on her thighs, still letting her legs stay parted as though the heat from her crotch was too hot to close thighs on. Roy said, "Now, unclench your fists and lay the palms and fingers on your bare skin."

"Roy, no! You don't know what these boys have been putting me through. You're not giving me a chance."

"Maybe not, but I will give you the incentive to keep those hands on your thighs and out of your pussy. If you can't control yourself and behave shamelessly. If you tease these boys, you'll be taking care of them until we get out of this mess Pam got us into."

"Roy, she got us into this mess, make her take care of them."

"We'll do this my way, Connie. She got us into this, but she'll have her dance card full. No, if I can see that you'll be adding to their frustration, you'll deal with their problem. This is a test. Pass it, and you can be the mom through all this, but if you fail, you'll be the whore through all this, their whore, and when I say their, I'm including Pam."

"Roy, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying that if you masturbate to this punishment, you'll be selling your sexual services to these kids at five bucks a pop. Whatever they want will cost them five bucks, and you will provide it. Pam will serve as your pimp, collect all money, and see that each paying customer gets full satisfaction. If she gives me a bad report on you, I'll take a belt to your ass."

"Roy, you wouldn't... you couldn't!"

"Wouldn't I? Couldn't I? See if I don't. What's more, these boys will be earning five bucks for every single chore they do around here."

The boys were bouncing in their seats having had their biggest question answered--"Where are we going to get the money?" And now they were all volunteering for odd jobs, thinking of jobs no one would have thought off such as changing the oil on the truck and scrubbing the inside of the toilet tank.

What followed was an intermission as Roy determined which chores would qualify, who got them, when they'd get paid, and what they could require their mother to do for five bucks as though her losing was a foregone conclusion which Connie never even hinted was not the case. In fact, while Roy answered every what-if query with the pat answer of "Whatever you want, however you want, whenever you want," Connie stroked a finger through her wet slit while hungrily eyeing Pam's pussy which undulated sensuously with the knees bowed out--a deliciously teasing torment that Pam couldn't resist and Connie couldn't resist responding to.

So overt was the tease and the response to the tease--Pam biting her lower lip while putting a sexy grind in her loins and Connie eyeing it with her tongue licking her lips while stroking her slit--that the negotiations were interrupted several times while someone drew attention to one or the other, sometimes both, making a mockery of this punishment session or the test as a true test.

But who cared. With the negotiations nearing a close, Pam said, "Daddy, how will I get the money I need? Don't I get to play, too?"

Roy came to stand beside Pam, facing Connie. He placed one arm around her waist and tilted her face up. He then sent that hand to her crotch where she sought the fuck finger and fucked herself on it as he said, "Oh course you can play, too, sweetheart. You're going to be taking care of Daddy, aren't you?"

They kissed passionately, then she broke the kiss to say, "Oh, yes, always."

"And you're going to be her pimp for me, right?"

"Yes, I'll be a good pimp."

"And you'll see that she gets all that money back, won't you?"

"Yes, all of it."

"Good, then I'll give you twenty percent of what she earns on the condition that you spend it as you earn it by buying her services. Since you can't fuck her, what would you buy?"

"I'd pay her to lick me all over and eat my pussy till I cum, then lick up all my cum, lick it out of my pussy. Could I get all that for five bucks?"

"Yes, sweetheart. In fact, you can buy an hour of her services for five bucks and get all the cums you can squeeze in. She'll be your pussy slave for that hour."

"Oh, Daddy, really! Anything I want?"

"Anything, sweetheart. A pussy slave can deny her master nothing."

"Oh, Daddy, thank you. Thank you so much. Oh, look! She's masturbating."

And damned if she wasn't, both hands, too, legs out in the splits lying over four laps, pounding that pussy to mush. Roy shook his head and got behind Pam, bent her forward and shoved a dick up her ass.

Pam went face forward into a working beaver as wet maternal hands grabbed her by the side of the head to keep her there. She got fucked at both ends, slut-slimed ear to ear and neck to forehead, face fucked till her nose bled, then pissed on and in until her mother's bladder ran dry. She also received a piss enema to go with the semen enema she received right before that.

When her daddy pulled out and her Mom let go, Pam had to go to the bathroom real bad. She held her full ass with one hand and her bleeding nose with the other and went hobbling to the downstairs bathroom.

Connie recovered slowly, got off the sofa, and dragged Roy off to the master bedroom; then, to be sure of privacy, into the master bathroom to say, "What the fuck was all that about? We never agreed to let Pam have a pussy slave or even buy any services."

"I know, but she wants that and you certainly looked agreeable."

"Fuck, Roy! I didn't want to be any kind of sex slave to these kids. A prostitute was my limit, and I intended to be a reluctant prostitute at that. Hell, she's acting like she has the right to make me jump through hoops. She was just going to collect the money and watch."

"Honey, Pam has a shit load of fantasies she wants to live out and they all center around you. Come on, baby. She's making all this possible. The least we can do is scratch her itches for her."

"I don't want to scratch her itches at my expense; I want my itches scratched at her expense. I am her handler, damnit. She is not going to be my handler, not now, not ever. Get that through your thick head right now."

"Well, shit! Now what? I promised her."

"Well, I am going to unpromise her. Give me the belt."

He handed over the belt, saying, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to set that little bitch straight and give her the whipping she deserves for getting us into this mess. There will be no Mommy prostitute, but there will be a daughter prostitute, and you'll pay the going rate like all the rest. The price of pussy is now ten bucks and I'll be keeping all earnings in a special getting-the-fuck-out-of-here trust fund. I can see right now that you can't be trusted. That little slut already has you wrapped around her little finger."

"Aw, Connie."

"Don't Aw-Connie me. You'd best be thinking of working two extra jobs because you are going to pay those boys what you promised. Ten chores each! Scrubbing the toilet tank every day! Shaking out the bath mat every day. What the hell were you thinking? You were going to have me fucked to death, you bastard."

"Shit, Connie, those little dicks can't hurt you?"

"No, but sixty to eighty hours a week as a pussy slave sure would. That bitch would have me fucking everything that could walk, crawl, or slither through our front door. I could see it in her eyes."

"Turned you on though, didn't it?"

"The fantasy, yes, the reality, hell no. She wants all of her fantasies realized if it kills me. Well, that's too fucking bad. Her ass is mine, now. I was going to go easy on her and let her join the party as an adult on equal terms after we played our game. Not anymore. She'll stay a bitch until we leave, and she'll be servicing every mutt on the block. In case you haven't noticed, this place is crawling with horny male dogs. There's at least one per household and some have more than the Montanas. That little bitch will be wanting out before the week's up, and I'll be damned if I'll piss in a toilet with that bitch on a leash that I hold."

"Damn, Connie. Cut her some slack, will ya?"

"If you want to cut her some slack, don't hire her. You'll need the money, anyway. You're going to need two hundred a week just to pay the boys for the regular chores and another hundred for incidental chores. That pretty much eats up any you might earn at a service station with what you bring home now. I'm holding you to that if I have to put that bitch in a chastity belt. You don't get in line until those boys have been paid in full, and you don't get any until you come across with the green--ten big ones."

"Aw Connie!"

"Don't Aw-Connie me or I'll take Pam and we'll get on a bus to my parents first thing in the morning. You can sit here and jack off with your little firemen and listen to dogs bark all night long all summer long. Do you think I won't do it? Stick your dick in her without going through me and see if we're still here in the morning."

"All right. I said this was your game. Do it your way."

"Good, and don't forget it. I'm sure they're waiting. You go out and tell them there's been a change of plans and get her tied up again."

"Damit, honey, they're going to think I'm pussy whipped."

"No they won't. Just go out there and tell them that I helped you realize that with you being gone all the time an adult needs to be in charge, so you're putting me in charge and canceling that prostitution order, making Pam the prostitute and me the pimp. I think the boys will like that better, but just to be sure, tell them they have your permission to take advantage of me if they catch me masturbating."

"Will they ever?"

"They'll catch me masturbating every time she services a client, but it'll cost them ten bucks if they take advantage so they'd better make it worth ten bucks. Don't tell them that, but make sure they know that a finger up my ass is as good as a fuck to orgasm in my fertile pussy. One will leave them with a shitty finger; the other might lead to fatherhood. Both will cost ten bucks."

"Well, shit baby, if you're both going to be fucking, why not leave the price of pussy where it was--five bucks?"

"I suppose you're right. The two of us could handle that load. Five bucks it is."

"Do you want the same deal Pam got, twenty percent with one hour for five bucks?"

"No, I don't need that. I'm her pimp. I'll take what I want off the top, and if I feel like licking a little slut's pussy, the little slut better get it out there where I don't have to stretch for it."

"I'm liking this more and more. Yeah, the man of the house just made a decision. It's my way or the highway, by god."

"Go get 'em, tiger. Show 'em who's boss. I'll be out when I'm ready. I'm getting dressed. I'm the mother, god damnit!"

"Right, Boss."

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On emerging from the bedroom, Connie could see that the boys looked pleased with the changes, but Pam didn't look pleased in the least. She looked pissed and betrayed. She also looked like she was about to get a real whipping from a vengeful mother.

Connie strode over to Pam now with Roy seated in the seat of honor. Connie took Pam by the chin and turned her head hard left as she said, "So, you're going to take care of Daddy, are you. We'll see about that, young lady. You'll take care of him when he pays your pimp and after the boys have all been paid. We agreed, and that's how we are collecting the money to escape this madness. Personally, I don't think he can earn enough extra to be treating himself to your favors, but we'll see, won't we?... I SAID, WON'T WE?"

"Yes ma'am."

"You're going to be a very busy young lady, Pam. I didn't tell you, but Bart wants you to service his dogs twice a day, at Ten a.m. and Six p.m... I am to lead you there each time on a leash. All you're to wear is high heels and a dog collar, and we won't be climbing the fence."

"MOM! NO!"

"Yes! What's more, his friends all own horny male dogs and they'll need servicing, too. I estimate two dozen, but it might be three."

"MOM, You can't be serious!"

"No, I'm pretty sure it's that many, and I'm sure you are the only bitch. Let's say you average three dozen dog fucks a day, times seven days a week, times eleven weeks, that is... help me out, Pam."

"Uh... two thousand seven hundred and seventy two."

"That many! Let's say each one puts one ounce of semen in your body. How much is that in gallons?"

"Uh... about forty-four gallons."

"Let's say one third winds up in your belly. How much dog cum will you be drinking each week?"

"uh... about six pints."

"Roughly a pint of dog cum a day then."

"I guess."

"I think more because I personally think most will want to see you suck and swallow. I think you'll be drinking close to a quart of dog cum a day. Now, was hopping over that fence worth it? Was it?" [THWHACKKK... YOWEEE!] Well, was it?" [THWHACKKK... YOWEEE!]

"NO!"

"You're sorry, now, aren't you?" [THWHACKKK... YOWEEE!]

"Aren't' you?" [THWHACKKK... YOWEEE!]

"YES! YES!"

"I'll bet you wish you'd kept that horny little pussy of yours on your side of the fence. [THWHACKKK... YOWEEE!] Am I right?"

"YES!"

"I'll bet you wish you'd stuck with frigging off in the shower.[THWHACKKK... YOWEEE!] Am I right? [THWHACKKK... YOWEEE!]

"YES! YES! Oh god that hurts. Please don't hit my breasts, Mom."

"Oh, does that hurt? How about this?"

Connie took aim and brought one up between Pam's legs catching her square in the cunt with a blow that brought her to her toes. [THWHACKKK... YOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!]

"Did that hurt?"

[THWHACKKK... YOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!]

"OH GOD, MOM, NO MORE, PLEASE!"

[THWHACKKK... YOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!]

[THWHACKKK... YOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!]

[THWHACKKK... YOWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!]

Pam sobbed real tears as she slowly settled to her heels. Connie surveyed the damage--no blood. She stood and came around to Pam's side and said, "You'll be servicing all of the four-legged animals outside this house along with all the two-legged animals inside. I dare say you won't spend ten minutes between now and the end of August without a dick of some kind in one of your body cavities. Do you still want to take care of Daddy always."

"NO!"

"I think that's a good attitude for a young lady in your situation. You have nothing to be giving away, do you?"

"NO!"

"You want out of here bad, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"Every dollar you earn gets you a dollar closer to Lansing. We need two thousand dollars, minimum, between now and the end of August. Your policy should be, 'No money, no honey, ' right?"

"Yes! It will be."

"Good. I'll help you out. I won't be taking twenty percent. I will be taking what I want when I want it, but you won't begrudge me that pimp's privilege, will you?"

"No."

"And when I feel like sucking some pussy, you'll get it to my mouth somehow. If I'm up on a step stool, you'll hang from the ceiling, won't you?"

"Yes."

"And you'll suck and swallow whatever comes out of my twat, won't you?"

"Yes."

"See that you do and we'll get along just fine; spill one drop, and I'll whip your ass. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Start now. Get down on your knees and suck my cunt like a good little whore."

Connie hoisted her dress and presented her daughter with a twat suitable for sucking. Pam knelt and sucked. Five Riggles males leaned far forward on the sofa and stared in amazement. Connie tossed the belt to her hubby and said, "There, that wasn't so hard."

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Pam made the adjustment to being the family prostitute, and eventually adjusted to being the neighborhood bitch. Her mother was right, most wanted oral service. One quart was closer.

Roy did get two extra jobs and managed to spend three hundred dollars of his personal mad money on Pam's services, but by the time he had mad money to spend, her pussy and ass weren't the same; still, loose though they were, they were still a bargain at five bucks. Connie, as it turned out, earned most of the money needed to move. She earned thirteen hundred to Pam's eleven hundred and twenty, and that was the total by August first.

They had plenty with extra, but Connie decided to let things ride for two more weeks. The boys were having a ball, she was having the time of her life, Roy was making good money, and Pam... well, Pam was holding up. Her biggest problem was morning sickness, but that was probably due to dog semen which compromised most of her diet. Pregnancy didn't set well with her at all.

But the day finally arrived when it was time to load up and head north. The whole neighborhood came out to see them off. Connie had to hug and kiss everyone while Pam crawled from dog to dog for one last suck-off. She'd never sucked off all thirty dogs, one right after the other. When she finished the last dog everyone cheered. Roy carried her into the U-Haul truck. Connie drove the pickup with Sam and Joe as passengers.

As soon as they crossed the Michigan state line, no more hanky panky, and they stopped at a rest stop so that the U-Haul crew got that message, too. Pam had puked up a half gallon of dog cum, three blocks into the trip. There was no hanky panky to stop.

They rented a nice house near their old neighborhood, got moved in and all settled with a week to spare before school registration. It was almost like they'd never left, and they were so fucking bored.

Two days before registration, while they all sat picking at a boring evening meal, Connie broke the silence, saying, "I spoke with Bart on the phone today. [everyone stopped and looked] He said the house hasn't rented."

Roy said, "What are you saying, Connie?"

Pam said, "You're not thinking of moving us back there, are you?"

Sam said, "I like it there."

Donny said, "Me too."

Joe said, "I'd go back in a second."

Robby said, "I still have three hundred I never spent. It's all yours, Mom."

Pam said, "Mom, I won't go back as a bitch."

Connie said, "Of course not. You paid your dues. Well, shall we put it to a vote? All in favor, say aye."

[AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE AYE]

Roy said, "The ayes have it. Let's get the fuck out of this burg."

And so they did.

Return to Book 1


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The Crew's Girl


I married the school slut, but she was worth it. Debbie is a walking, talking wet dream. She was the Homecoming Queen. Queen of the Sluts they called her behind her back and mine. Slut or not, my Debbie had the other girls beat, tits down. She could out fuck them all, that's for damned sure. If the judges had examined her pussy, there would have been no contest at all. The other girls would have bowed down and kissed it, then bowed out gracefully. That didn't happen, but I wish it had.

Debbie always looks great, but she is one girl who looks great in the morning. She wakes up full of energy and is horniest in the morning. Our sex life was almost always a morning event, even before my night job began. The job worked out perfectly, since I arrived home as she awakened. Since she had three hours to prepare for work, the first two were for play.

Debbie was the biggest whore in high school, but after a year of marriage, she slowed down. She still screwed other men, but stopped looking for opportunities. She stopped after we bought the house and decided to start a family. Though she wasn't out with other men, her fantasies grew more intense. We screwed like rabbits, but she wasted most of my sperm. I began to notice that whenever she was between periods and fertile, she never let me in her pussy at all. The few times I emptied my balls in her pussy was when she was menstruating. I figured she'd let me know when she was ready. We were in no hurry.

The chief on our crew is a big, barrel-chested man in his forties. He was just the type that makes Debbie's pussy drool: strong, ruggedly handsome, crude, and cocksure. Bart Dugan reminds me of her father. I always suspected there was something incestuous going on between her and her father, but she never offered any information.

Several times, during our courtship, she'd come to me with a pussy full of sperm. Prior to going out, the only man she'd been near was her father. At those times, she took particular delight in watching me go down on her. She insisted I go down on her. I never said anything about it, but I did notice the knowing looks the two exchanged before and after a date.

I knew that when Bart first laid eyes on my Debbie, there'd be trouble. They met at a crew picnic, and despite the fact that Bart's wife and his five kids were present, almost three dozen others and I was present, they flirted openly. Bart put hand prints on her at every opportunity. They looked like a couple who had arrived together. Cynthia Dugan, his wife, was left alone, as was I. Debbie sat on Bart's lap and permitted him to caress her legs, even up under her short skirt. After we ate, they were in the midst of a circle of my coworkers with wives, girlfriends, and kids on the outside looking in.

Although the kids were amused by their behavior, most of the other women would have nothing to do with Debbie. They shot dirty looks her way at every opportunity. This, together with the appreciative male audience, drove Debbie to greater excesses. She let herself be fondled and fingered while massaging Bart's erection through his jeans. Together, they created quite a spectacle.

When the picnic split up and we were all in our cars, I looked to Debbie. I never saw her so turned on. She radiated sexual heat and desire. I knew I'd get the fuck of my life. I smiled when she suddenly shimmied out of her panties, but that smile faded when she leapt from my car and dashed over to stop Bart's car. She leaned into his open window and planted a big French kiss on him while hugging his neck.

All departures stopped to watch as he pulled her half way through the window until her hips hung on the window's edge. Debbie's ass was on display as they kissed passionately next to Cynthia. Two of Bart's older boys hung out the back window on the driver's side, trying to look up Debbie's skirt. His two preteen daughters were between he and his wife on the front seat, with his fourteen-year-old daughter hanging over the back of the front seat. The girls were staring at their father making out with my wife, the whore. I was sure they saw more than kissing. Debbie was after naked cock. She obviously got what she was after; because shortly afterward, her head went into his lap and Bart's head lolled back on the headrest.

Most of the others were in their cars and several moved to better viewing spots as wives argued with their driving spouses. A few were forced to reluctantly move on. It was a most lascivious display of wanton lust, made more so when Bart used his left hand to completely bare my wife's luscious ass. Several, including myself, were in a position to look up Debbie's naked rear beaver to see her pouting, moist sex lips sucking at Bart's delving fingers while his boys ran their hands over her ass and took turns fingering her two holes.

We all watched in silent awe. Ten minutes into this lewd performance, she wiggled free. She turned without adjusting her skirt and walked toward my car with an accentuated sexy sway to her bare ass. I could plainly see sperm covering her tightly clenched lips and dribbles ran down her chin. She came to my side and leaned into the window. I made a weak protest as she grabbed my head and tilted it back. I groaned in abject humiliation as her lips descended to my own and made a slimy seal.

I heard laughter and honking horns as her stiff tongue pried my mouth open. A flood of viscous cum poured in. Debbie used her left hand to stroke my throat, encouraging me to swallow. I gave her what she wanted. She then broke the vulgar kiss and said, "Lick my face, sweetheart!" While I licked sperm, she taunted, "Stick your tongue way out so they can all see you licking up Bart's cum. Yes! I told you I was a whore, didn't I? You married me anyway. You deserve this and much more. You're going to get it, too! I hope you like the way he tastes, because you will be tasting a lot of Bart's cum from now on, sweetie."

They all remained to watch this submissive display. Afterward, she sauntered over to the passenger side and got in. The cars pulled away. On the road, Debbie played with her steamy twat while asking me to relate every minute from my perspective. She was particularly turned on by the women's reactions and that of their children. Eight wives, two girl friends, and a dozen kids ranging in age from two to eighteen had reactions to recount.

Five of the wives showed obvious signs of disdain. One took her two kids and left the husband when it became obvious the action would get worse. One wife and the two single women seemed amused, while two wives were as turned on as the men were. All but the youngest kids and one sixteen-year-old girl loved what they saw. The teen girl was interested but too embarrassed to gawk as the others were doing. Her mother, on the other hand, was one of the wives who got off on what was happening. The girl was more embarrassed by the way her parents were acting.

The men's reactions were predictable. They adored Debbie, drooled over her. Even before the grand finale, they all got peeks at her intimate parts as the action grew progressively more obscene. Twelve men were present; and for most of the picnic, she was inside what appeared to be a football huddle. Occasionally, a wife would drag her husband out of the huddle, but he'd eventually find his way back. Toward the end, the wives gave up on their husbands and concentrated primarily on keeping kids at a distance.

Debbie came as I described how Cynthia reacted when she saw her husband fingering her pussy with her tits hanging out. He had Debbie on his lap with her legs outside of his. She rested back against his chest with her top open. He had one hand in her panties and the other toyed with her tits. All five of Bart's kids had gathered at his feet and were sitting cross-legged looking into Debbie's crotch. Cynthia and I moved up just as Debbie scanned the group gathered around and spotted us.

Her eyes locked on mine with that mischievous gleam. She then reached to her panty crotch and drew it away to give the kids a look at their father's fingers working in her pussy. Cynthia groaned and backed away, saying, "Oh, God! Not another one."

The mother of the teen girl called to Cynthia, teasing, "You are missing the best part, Cynthia." She then looked to her own daughter and said, "Jenny, you should see this. You can't hide from sex your whole life, kiddo. It's about time you learned something. This girl can teach you a few things about letting your hair down." She then went over and took her daughter's hand, leading the half resisting teen into the group. The girl was moved to the front with a head-on view of Debbie's now wide open beaver. Her face went bright red, but her stare was fixed on my wife's pussy and the three meaty fingers fucking in and out obscenely.

Debbie rode the rest of the way home with her head resting on my shoulder and a finger stroking her smoldering pussy. She cooed in baby talk, saying, "I was a bad girl, huh Boopsie? I embarrassed you, didn't I? I let all of those guys you have to work with see my pussy and my titties. I was so bad, huh?"

I told her she acted like a slut. That pleased her. I was actually happy for her. She got to live out a lifelong fantasy--her slut fantasy. She fantasizes a great deal, especially while we're fucking. She talks nonstop. I've heard them all in countless variations. They all feature her playing the slut, shocking decent people. She especially likes scenes wherein she screws a married man in front of his wife and kids. She adores the idea of performing in front of a large group of people. She craves the opportunity to publicly humiliate me--a decent and faithful husband, stuck in a marriage to a whore, bound to her by the chains of love, having to endure her sluttish behavior, and forced to raise her bastard offspring. At the picnic, she got almost everything.

As I drove, I knew things would only get worse. She did not realize how perfect the setup was. Bart Dugan is a political untouchable. His family owns the county. He is the black sheep that they pawned off on the city maintenance department. They, in turn, set him up with his own crew to handle any late night emergencies. He has his own little building stuck way out on city land, far from any eyes. His people are his to do with as he pleases. As long as he confines his activities to them, the people upstairs are happy.

As for the men on the crew, most of them were the dregs that nobody wanted. They knew they had it made with Bart. They also knew that if they tried to make trouble for Bart, his family would close ranks and squash them like bugs. The option was to take shit, or quit quietly. Consequently, Bart had a little harem of wives, girl friends, and teenage daughters. He rarely worked with us. While the guys sat around playing cards, they openly speculated whose woman or daughter was getting a load of little Barts up her twat.

When I first arrived, I sized up the situation quickly and hid the fact that I was married. I told Debbie that wearing my wedding ring on this job was dangerous and I could lose a finger. She accepted that. Since I was a newbie, me and another newbie went out on most of the calls. The crew saw little of me, and Bart hardly noticed me at all. It worked for almost a year. When one of the guys told Bart that he saw me with a stone fox, Bart asked questions. I broke down and told him she was my wife. His next move was to set up the picnic out on the remote maintenance area. The picnic was Debbie's coming out party. Needless to say, her coming out party was a smashing success.

Indeed, Bart's sperm would be a common sight oozing from my wife's pussy from then on. She was by far the most attractive woman there, and had no qualms about serving as his whore. As if she could read my thoughts, she said, while looking at her cunt with her feet on the dash, "God, I can't wait to feel that big cock in my cunt. My womb is so starved for virile hot sperm, I'll bet it sucks it all in like a Hoover Deluxe. He could get me pregnant with no trouble at all."

I said, "I could get you pregnant, too, if you'd let me cum in your pussy once in a while."

She turned her passion glazed eyes on me and said, "Don't you think I know that? Why do you think I won't let you unless I know it's safe? It's no fun getting knocked up by your own husband. Don't act so surprised. I told you I was a whore. Maybe when I deliver a bastard child, you'll take me seriously."

"Are you serious, Debbie? You'd actually do that?"

"Yes, I'm very serious. They want it so bad."

"Yes, we all saw. Don't be surprised if they show up on our door step one night."

"I won't be. They won't be on the door step for long, I can assure you. Who knows, maybe Bart will get off on mating me to his bucks. That's kinky. I like it. Bart could breed me. I like that term--breeding. God, everyone will know I'm cheating on you. I hope Bart appreciates the perverse."

He does, though I didn't share my thoughts with her. She went on and on about her bastard babies, and I braced myself for the reality. She could easily get her wish, and she did seem quite serious. As we drove on, she waxed nostalgic, saying, "Oh, Jerry, it was so perfect. Bart is incredible. He let me take his cock out with his two daughters sitting right beside him and with his wife watching the whole time. He is so like Daddy."

"You fuck your father, don't you, Debbie?"

"You know I do. You ate enough of his sperm. Why do you think I always made you lick my pussy before we even left the driveway? I wanted you to get it fresh. You knew Daddy was looking through the drapes. He said you saw him every time. The next time we fuck, I'll see to it that you are right there to watch. Afterwards, you will eat it all up. Maybe then it will finally sink in."

"Did Cynthia say anything?"

"Hell no. Bart has that bitch trained. I even took little Mandy's hand and put it on his cock. She went right to work, pumping his cock while I sucked it. Her hand is no stranger to her father's cock, that's for sure. Sally took a turn as well. It was beautiful watching them fight over taking turns while his boys were copping feels of my ass. I kept my eyes on Cynthia the whole time, daring her to say something. I was sorely tempted to go to her and give her a fuck kiss. That would have been fantastic, but doing it to you was better. You were so good the way you got into it and licked my face and neck. I'm sure everybody got an eyeful."

"Two cars left, but everybody else saw."

"Good, now they know who wears the pants in this family."

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Since part of our crew works every night, there is always someone on duty. I had duty that night with five others. When I arrived, I got a thorough ribbing from the guys, as I expected. They praised Debbie and speculated as to whether Bart would be sharing her. Bart parceled out sexual favors to his buddies on the crew. Two of the wives were open to one and all, but they were the more comely ones. They were the two who got off on watching Debbie. Others were reserved for his buddies. Newbies, of which there were five, weren't buddies.

The other wives were not keen on servicing Bart's buddies, but knew better than to protest. Certain men had pussy privileges. If one showed up, day or night, the woman had to put out and the husband had to put up with it or get lost.

Bart's wife, Cynthia, was a special case. Bart played no favorites. He treated her like the dirtiest whore but no one could go to her at his home. Periodically, he brought her out to the shop and threw her to the dogs, so to speak. We had a small room set up with a four poster bed. Usually, he tied her spread-eagled to it and left her there for a full shift. Anyone was free to go to her and get a piece, even newbies.

Next to Debbie, Cynthia is the best looking woman. Bart took her in when she was fourteen--a runaway--and pregnant with his oldest boy, sixteen-year-old Bart Jr. Bart was married at the time. The arrangement created a big scandal, but the family covered it up. He kept her as a housekeeper and she delivered twins a year later--Kevin and Gracie. When she became pregnant with Sally a year after that, his wife divorced him and he married Cynthia.

When I first saw her staked out to the bed, she was twenty-nine and looking damned good. I never took part, but was sorely tempted. I didn't mind watching the others, and they didn't mind being watched. The room had no door anyway. I took quite a ribbing for not joining in. Cynthia did not like being thrown to the dogs, but seemed resigned to her lot in life. She did, however, respond to a good hard screwing.

I learned from one of the old timers that the two boys have been fucking their mother since their first erections. One or both would accompany her when she pulled duty. The guys got off on watching the boys fuck their mother. I saw Bart Jr. fuck her on two occasions. I also learned that Bart Sr. is fucking all three of his girls and has twice staked out Gracie. On both occasions, I had to work in the field and missed out. I probably would have screwed Gracie. She is a real cutie and loves getting gang banged.

Gracie doesn't need to be tied down, but prefers it that way. She also likes having her mother there to watch. On both occasions, Cynthia was naked with her hands tied behind her back and was forced to clean her daughter with her tongue between fucks. Bart supervised the whole affair and arranged them in a sixty-nine for the amusement of his crew. Jenny also loves licking her Mom's pussy. All of the kids will perform with their mother for private audiences in their home. My informant witnessed such a performance and assured me it is a sight you will never forget. I can easily imagine. Very young pussy and lesbian scenes are my weakness.

I never told Debbie any of this. I knew she'd want in. I knew what that would lead to. Now, it was all about to happen, but I was prepared to let nature take its course. Besides, I figured it would be better for her that way. If she knew just how perverted and unshockable her audience actually was, it might ruin the thrill.

I was even resolved to accept her getting pregnant by one of our black guys if she really wanted it that badly. I do get off on humiliation and would be a good father to any child she bore. Pleasing her, pleases me, but I knew she would not be pleased if she knew how I really felt about it. She wanted to force this on me and wanted me to whine and cry about it. To her way of thinking, my reluctant acceptance was a sign of how much I loved and adored her, no matter what. I would give her exactly what she wanted.

To get things rolling, I sheepishly said, "Honey, please tell me this is just another one of your fantasies. You wouldn't really bear another man's child, would you?"

Debbie came alive and sat up, turning towards me in her seat. She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls saying, "This is no fantasy, Jerry. I am going to get pregnant, and not by you. In fact, to make sure, your sperm won't get anywhere near my cunt until the job is done."

"Baby, please don't do this to me!"

She mockingly said, "Please don't do this to me! God, I love hearing you whine. It won't do any good, but don't stop doing it. I'll go one better. I think I'll cut you off completely. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do. From now until I get knocked up, you have to jack off--in your mouth, of course. You get no sucking, no pussy, and no ass, not from me or anyone else. Do you understand? I mean it, Jerry. If I find out you cheated on me, I'll divorce you so fast your head will spin."

"I won't cheat; you know that. I never have. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our marriage. You know how much I love you, Debbie."

She snuggled happily into my shoulder and purred, "Yes, I do, and I believe you. You know I love you too, but you also know I'm dead serious, don't you?"

"Yes, I know you are."

"Oh, Jerry, this will be so much fun. I can't wait to get started. Do you think Bart will call tonight?"

"I wouldn't be at all surprised."

"I do hope so. Maybe I should call him. Maybe I should beg. Men like Bart love hearing a woman beg. I'd beg in a heart beat. Should I make the first call?"

"Honey, please don't stoop to begging. You are far too beautiful to beg a man like Bart. If you must go through with this, at least give me the satisfaction of knowing he begged you."

"I don't care about your satisfaction. All I care about is mine... So, that would really bother you, huh? That gives me a wonderful idea. You make the call. You beg for me."

"Debbie! No! For God's sake, no!"

"My mind is made up, Jerry. You are making that call, and you better be convincing."

I sat in silent acceptance. Debbie returned to playing with her pussy and dreaming out loud. She moaned, "Oh, yes! This will be heavenly. You begging Bart to come and service your wife for you. Oh, this is marvelous. Tell me what you're going to say. Make me cum, Jerry."

I sat in silence until she demanded I talk. I said, "Well, if I must, I suppose I'll tell him he turned you on so much that you refuse to have sex with me until he has you first."

"No, pretend you are talking to Bart. I will play Bart's part. Try again, but leave out anything about you getting any. Let him know I cut you off indefinitely. And, tell him about the pregnancy condition. Tell him I cut you off until I get pregnant. Okay, now start over."

"Honey, you can't expect me to arrange your pregnancy by another man. That would be cruel; besides, who would believe such a thing?"

"God damnit! He saw you licking his sperm from my fucking face. He saw you passively accept everything we did. It's your job to convince him. Everybody knows you are pussy whipped. You say it right, and he will believe you. So help me, you better say it right, or I'll cut you off till after our third bastard child. Now try again."

She was already on the verge of coming. I feigned reluctance and meekly said, "Bart, this is Jerry. I'm calling to tell you that you started something with Debbie that I want you to finish."

"That's good. Keep going!"

"Bart, she cut me off. She won't let me have sex with her until she gets pregnant. She wants your baby, Bart."

"No! Don't say that. I want a black man's baby. Just tell him I want to get pregnant. I'll tell him about the black man."

"Bart, she wants to get pregnant, but not by me. She wants you to come over and fuck her. She wants it real bad."

"Oh, yes, more!"

"Bart, Debbie wants to be your whore!"

"Yes! Yes!"

"She'll do anything you want!"

"Oh FUCK! OH YES!"

"She'll fuck anybody for you, anytime."

"OH! Uhhh! JESUS!... OHHHHH!... YESSSSSS... ahhh."

She slumped in a post orgasmic stupor and slowly turned her passion-glazed eyes on me, saying, "That's exactly what you are going to tell him when we get home. Do you understand?"

"Yes dear. I will do what you want."

She reached up and stroked the side of my face, saying, "I know I'm being very bad, but I want to be very bad. I am bad, but then you knew that when you married me. I don't feel sorry for you at all. I'm just happy for me. If you want to be a good husband for me, you have to keep me happy. You know what makes me happy, don't you?"

"Yes, having me raise your little bastards."

"Black bastards, and smile when you say it." I smiled weakly and repeated it as she wanted. She smiled dreamily and said, "That's better, now tell me what else makes me happy."

"Rubbing my nose in your infidelity."

"I want specifics, Jerry. Tell me how I'll do that."

"You'll act like a whore and wear slutty clothes in public."

"Big deal, I'm almost like that now. You can do better."

"You'll make me babysit the little bastards, black bastards, while you go out on dates."

"Good! I like that."

"You'll bring men to our home and fuck them. You'll make me sleep on the sofa while you cheat in our own marital bed."

"Ohhh, yes, you know I will. More!"

"You'll make me watch you getting screwed, sometimes by groups of men. You will make me go down on you between fucks and make me suck their cocks."

"Yes, I will, but you know very well what I want to hear. Tell me."

"You will do all of these things in front of our children."

"Bingo, you do know me, don't you? And when they get older?"

"You will have sex with them and let your lovers fuck our little daughters."

"Hmmm, that's a new twist. Letting my lovers fuck our daughters. Yes, I think I like that. It's very kinky; I'm surprised you thought of it. Oh, I get it. You always did like that pedophile shit. I suppose you think that because they aren't your flesh and blood I'll let you fuck them, too. Well, forget it, buster. Those girls are for my lovers. I might let you guide a cock into their little twats; and, of course, you will be going down on them after a fuck. That's about as close as you will get, though."

My expression must have given me away, because she turned my way and smiled, tracing circles on my face with her wet finger, saying, "You were thinking that, weren't you? That's sick. What kind of mother do you think I am, anyway. Oh, I do hope the first one is a cute little girl. It will be such fun tormenting you. I think I'll start her off at a very early age. What age do you fantasize about most, dear?"

"The younger, the better. You know that."

"What, three, two. How about infants. Would you like seeing our baby girl with a man's cock in her infant pussy?"

"Be real, Debbie. I think five is possible."

"Anything is possible, Jerry. Cunts, even baby cunts can be stretched and conditioned. I think three is a good age to start. A three-year-old could manage a small cock. Given enough time, I'm sure I can find a suitable old pervert to do the job. Perhaps I can find a street person who is willing to move in with us as a nanny. I don't want to leave you alone with any of my daughters. A male pervert for a nanny. That is rich. Wouldn't that drive you nuts, watching some old pervert having the time of his life with your little girls while you do all the household chores for him. I'm liking this more and more. We simply must have a little girl."

"Now, I'm sorry I mentioned it. You do get carried away, Debbie."

"Yes, well, we'll see. I fantasize some wild shit; but then, I like to make my fantasies come to reality, as you will soon see."

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When we got home, I made the call while Debbie listened on the extension. I said exactly what I had said in the car. Bart was a bit surprised, but not as surprised as she had hoped. He said he'd try her out, then told me to drop Debbie off at his house on the way to work and pick her up on the way back. Debbie was upset by his statement, "Try her out," and went on and on about it, saying, "He thinks I need to try out to be his whore? Jesus, try out! What the hell does he expect? Shit, you practically offered to guide his cock in my cunt, and he wants me to try out! Fuck!"

She was a bit nervous when I dropped her off. It was almost as if she were going on a job interview except for her sluttish attire. She primped and fussed and wanted constant reassurances that she looked whorish enough. She discarded the panties on the way over. On getting out, she told me to wish her luck. I wished her luck.

The following morning, I rang the doorbell and was admitted by a naked Mandy. She led me to Debbie who was bent over the dining table getting a rear fuck from Bart Jr. while the rest ate their breakfast as though nothing out of the ordinary were going on. They were all naked. Bart said, "He'll be through with her in a few minutes. Want some coffee? Cynthia, get him some coffee. Well, how did things go on the shift last night? Anything happen that I should know about?"

I took the seat beside the fucking couple and accepted the coffee. Bart was on the other side of them, so I couldn't help but look as I said, "No, it was a quiet night."

I sipped my coffee as Bart Jr. withdrew his cock and repositioned Debbie on her back. Debbie hooked her right leg over my neck with her other held out wide to the other side, opening her pussy with her fingers as little Bart put his cock back in her. Her leg pressure drew my head toward the juncture of their fucking genitals. In this obscene position, with my cheeks squeezed between the boy's naked hip and my wife's right inner thigh, I had no choice but to watch the plunging cock possess my wife's hungry pussy.

No one spoke. They went about their breakfast. Bart Jr. emptied his balls in and on the lips of Debbie's pussy, then stepped aside. Debbie quickly scooted her ass right in front of my place, spilling my coffee. She placed her feet on the back rest of the high-backed dining chair then lifted her sopping wet cunt to my face. I held steady, leaning into her muff, while she lewdly ground her open cunt all over my face, smearing my face with the boy's sperm. After giving my face a good coating, she centered her pussy over my mouth and humped her cunt on it, saying, "Don't just sit there like an idiot, suck my pussy, you little wimp!"

I took hold of her hips and applied myself to the task. Her feet came off the chair back and went out at right angles. I sucked and slurped her twat while she made lewd, encouraging comments. She let me clean her thoroughly, then rolled away. I sat there, wet faced and panting.

Debbie wasn't finished. She crawled over to Cynthia's place and sat in the woman's breakfast plate. Runny eggs and hash browns squished out over the edges. Cynthia sat waiting as Debbie spread her legs out and used her fingers to manipulate her pussy flesh. I thought Cynthia would go down on her at that point, but she seemed to know what to expect, and waited. To my utter astonishment, a thick, fast stream of piss shot out from Debbie's pussy, hitting Cynthia right in the face. She held steady under the shower as Debbie moved the stream with her fingers.

When the last drops dribbled out, Debbie got on her hands and knees with her ass in the woman's face. Without being prompted, Cynthia licked my wife's ass clean, paying particular attention to her ass crack, asshole, and pussy. It was the most bizarre thing I'd ever seen. Afterwards, she went to Bart, got on his lap, and said, "Well, did I pass the test. Am I whore enough for you?"

"You passed." Bart looked to me and said, "Take care of my whore, Jerry. I have decided to breed her. I want you to closely monitor her monthly cycle. Get a book and read up on it. I expect you to report to me when she's ovulating. We'll do the breeding out at the shop so everyone can watch. You keep close tabs on her when she's ovulating. I will hold you responsible if she doesn't take."

Debbie beamed. I nodded. We left after she threw on a few items and gathered her things. She was still excited on the ride home and talked nonstop. She hugged my neck and praised me for the way I behaved.

She said, "Honey, it was fantastic. I've been up all night. From the very start, it was the wildest trip I've ever been on. I never imagined such shit. That Cynthia is nothing more than a sex toy for everyone. Those kids can do anything to her. Well, they are not supposed to draw blood, but other than that, anything goes. They all love to hurt her and use her in the most degrading and obscene ways. If you ask me, she loves being treated that way, so don't feel sorry for her."

"What makes you say that?"

"Nothing is keeping her there. She started off as a runaway. She could always run away again. If she didn't like the way her kids treated her, she sure wouldn't miss them. No, she eats that shit up. The woman is a born masochist. Did it freak you out when I pissed in her face?"

"Yes, very much. That was bizarre the way she sat there and took it, waited for it."

"That was nothing. She drinks piss right from a prick or a pussy. Those kids are constantly pissing on her. What she doesn't drink, she has to clean up. You noticed they have no carpet in that house."

"Unreal. Tell me. What happened when you first arrived?"

"Oh, God, it was fantastic. Well, you know how nervous I was. Mandy let me in and led me to their living room. The whole family was there, nicely dressed. Cynthia sat beside Bart on their big sofa. The kids were in chairs, looking like little angels. Mandy led me to the center of the room and took a seat. My nerves were about to burst. I mean, it was like an Ozzie and Harriet scene. I felt so out of place. It was nothing like the picnic.

"Bart smiles at me and calmly says, 'Okay, Debbie, show us what you have to offer. Strip!' Strip, he says, just like that. Well, I'd gone that far, and after what we did at the picnic I figured, 'What the fuck?' I stripped. I didn't do a strip tease, I just got naked. After I was standing there in my birthday suit, he orders me to assume various poses, obscene poses, beaver shots mostly. You have no idea how that feels, Jerry. Can you imagine lying on your back with your legs drawn out in the splits in front of a family with five kids? It was so wonderfully humiliating.

"Anyway, he has me jumping through his hoops, masturbating, the works. After about ten minutes of this, I'm starting to get off on it. I was really getting into it. That's when he calls me over and pulls me onto his lap. I snuggle up as he fingers my cunt. I'm facing Cynthia. It was really neat. Suddenly, he takes Cynthia by the back of the neck and throws her to the floor. She sprawls out. I know it had to hurt. He then says, 'Go get her, kids.'

"That was the signal. Those kids launched themselves at her, tearing her clothes off like a pack of wild dogs and taking their own clothes off in the process. I was stunned and just sat there with my mouth open. When they were all naked, they made her get on all fours with her ass facing us, knees wide apart. Bart tosses a belt to Mandy and a big dildo to Sally. Sally shoved the fake cock up her mother's cunt and tells her to fuck herself with it. Cynthia starts right in fucking that cock in and out while Mandy lays into her ass with that belt. Gracie had her mother by the hair and started humping her beaver in her face. The boys were kneeling on either side, jerking off with one hand and slapping her big hanging titties with the other.

"I was enthralled. My pussy was on fire. I loved it and settled back in Bart's arms, spreading my legs and nuzzling his neck. Bart fingered my cunt and we just watched the show. That's what it was, you know, a show for me. Those kids were tormenting their mother for me. If they did something to her that made me smile, they did more of it. When Gracie stuck her pussy in her mother's face and started pissing, I smiled big. That inspired each of them to do likewise.

They turned her in profile and each kid stepped up to her face while Gracie held her mother's head back by the hair. I had a terrific view of Cynthia licking at their pissing organs. She sucked the boys' cocks and licked her daughters' pussies. After everyone got serviced that way, they went again but offered their butts. Each kid backed up to her face and pulled their cheeks apart. Cynthia reamed each little asshole with her tongue. For this, I had to get down there and watch from close up.

"I was cheek to cheek with Cynthia, watching her tongue probe their little butts. While she reamed their asses, I played with pussies and cocks and used one hand to pinch and twist her hanging tits. Don't you know I was one hot bitch. When Bart Jr. came up to my ass and poked his dick at my asshole, he was admitted like Fabian at a girl's slumber party. That kid is a good fucker."

"Yes, I saw."

"You saw it real good, didn't you. I'm a little disappointed that you didn't lick at his dick while he was fucking me."

"I figured that's what you wanted; but frankly, I was still in shock."

"Yeah, well you can't use that excuse next time. By the way, those boys have unlimited rights to my pussy. If they show up, I have to put out. Isn't that great?"

"Yeah, great."

"I do have some good news for you. Bart is not going to let the crew pop in and use me anytime they want, darn it. He's saving me for something special. When I'm ovulating, which should be some time next week, he will bring me to the maintenance shack and keep me there for a week. I can only leave to go to work, and everybody gets to screw me to their heart's content--everybody except you, that is. We're going to have a baby, sweetheart. Isn't that wonderful?"

"What do you mean, we?"

"You are a member of the crew, aren't you? I'm the crew's girl. It will be the crew's baby. See, you get to be a daddy, too."

"Oh boy. I can't wait."

"Me neither."

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We stopped by a book store and found the book we needed. I read up on the procedure and began taking and recording Debbie's anal temperature. When the blessed day arrived, I notified Bart. He called the crew together that evening. We all sat along the long table we had set up in the tool and garage area. Debbie was hidden in Bart's office. I didn't even know what to expect. Six of us sat along each side with Bart at the head of the table. Bart Jr. sat at the other end.

Bart stood and called us to order, then made the announcement about Debbie wanting to have the crew's baby. The men went nuts, pounding their fists on the table and hooting like drunk sailors, "We want pussy! We want pussy!"

Bart hushed them and told Jr. to start the music. Gypsie Rose Lee's "The Stripper" blasted over the loud speaker and the door to Bart's office opened. My Debbie's bare leg appeared at the opening, bent at the knee, and slowly unfurled to point at the top of the frame. She dropped it and suddenly appeared in the door, her hands on her hips in a wide legged stance wearing a sexy dress and a long feather boa.

The men cheered as she sauntered over and mounted the table with Bart's assistance. She danced its length and back, swinging her ass and her boa as guys leaned in to peer up her skirt when she passed by. She drew the hem up inch by inch on the second trip. Exposed her naked ass on the third. Exposed her tits on the fourth, and removed everything but her high heels for the fifth.

Now, nude, she really went to work, pausing to squat in each man's face or squatting with her back to a guy and humping an imaginary cock where his dinner plate might be sitting if we were having lunch. Sometimes, she humped an upraised thumb to howls of laughter. For the sixth trip, she got down on her back and things really got nasty. She laid crossways between a set of guys sitting across from each other. One had her upper body to play with, the other had her goodie box, presented in a full spread with her knees drawn up and laid out.

Dicks came out and went in her mouth and cunt. After a few minutes, Bart blew a whistle and she was spun to reverse her position. At the next whistle, the next set of guys pulled her before them. In this way, she made the trip down the table. When her pussy was before me, I figured I'd get me some too. I fished out my dick, but as my cock came near, her legs came together and crossed. The crew went wild. The laughter shook the rafters.

When she was spun around at the next whistle, I looked down on her bared teeth. The guys were shouting, "Go ahead, kid. Stick your dick in."

I wisely declined. At the whistle, we pushed her along to Bart Jr. Bart who was nude by this time. He mounted her and fucked her to orgasm, his and hers. Bart Sr. carried my leaking wife to the rec room and tied her spread-eagled on the bed with two pillows under her ass. There, she remained all weekend. She was not always tied, and not always tied in that position. She was given breaks to shower and freshen up, or to eat and stretch. Most of the time, however, she was bound in a position that made her cunt accessible in as obscene a position as their dirty little minds could conceive.

Debbie liked them all, especially the up-side-down, legs in the splits positions, where the guys would fuck her ass and dump their loads of sperm in her twat. After the first round, her twat would be full to over flowing. From then on, a cock going in would cause a cascade of sperm to flow down her body.

It was not just the crew that witnessed Debbie's shameless exhibition. During her week's stay, a whole host of Bart's kin folk visited. Wives of crew members came to watch. The chief of police, Chief Evans, and the town's number one citizen, Estelle Greyson, came frequently. The men who visited were also welcome to dump a load in my wife. Most did. Just about every cock did except mine.

My poor cock had to watch the whole thing. I had to be with Debbie, at her side, the entire week. The horny bitch took that week off from work so we wouldn't have to leave. I couldn't even masturbate to relieve myself. I could have. She would have loved it, but I couldn't. The week was exquisite torture for me. Debbie missed her period, but she never missed an opportunity to go back. On my nights to work, she stayed at the shack unless Bart had someone else for the rec room. Sometimes, she just came to watch. We all came out to watch Cindy Greyson. That sixteen-year-old doll had the place packed to the rafters. People we'd never seen before came out. Every wife was there, and most of their kids were there as well. We had to do her in the tool and garage area with the big twenty-foot doors open and a portable bleacher section set up in the opening.

All in all, it ain't a bad life. My wife is happy. I'm happy. The job ain't bad, either. The pay isn't the best, but it has some very interesting perks.

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The Breeding of Cindy


Cindy was not surprised when Jason entered her room without knocking. Though she expected him and knew what was coming, and had mentally braced herself for another screwing by a large black man, the sudden reality made her tense and nervous. She shyly covered her privates with one hand while crossing one arm over her breasts. She held her bent knees together, looking up at Jason with the fear of a trapped animal projected in her eyes.

Jason came to stand at the foot of her bed, looking down on her huddled nakedness. Cindy was surprised when Eva entered and quietly took up a position near the side of the bed. In the three months since Eva came to work for them, the two had become close friends. Though five years separated their ages, they were like equals, peers--girlfriends.

Eva impressed Cindy at the ease with which she took to wearing the obscene maid's uniform that her mother demanded she wear without any underwear. Since she had to wear the extremely brief costume everywhere, even to do the daily shopping or to run errands in town, Cindy accompanied her when she could, even more impressed by the way Eva handled herself in public.

Everyone knew the shapely blonde was Estelle's maid, so she had no fear of being bothered by authorities or troublesome men. She carried on her business as if she were dressed for a business luncheon, though the top half of her breasts were exposed to the crest of each nipple, and her back was naked to the tops of her ass globes. The skirt was so short that, were it not for the small ruffled apron, her naked pussy would show.

From the rear, if Eva bent even slightly, she proved she was a girl, and a natural blonde one besides. When Eva needed to bend down, she did so without the slightest regard to who was behind her and she'd bend from the waist with straight legs. Cindy admired that as well, for she was often behind Eva, and was given many opportunities to study her girlfriend's vagina--rarely did she study alone.

Cindy admired Eva's more mature female features and the carefree way she displayed them. Cindy particularly liked Eva's large breasts, and she thought Eva's legs were even shapelier than her own. More than anything, though, Cindy liked Eva's pussy. She thought they could pass for twins if only their pussies could be seen. The only major difference that Cindy could tell was that Eva had bigger inner labia lips that naturally hung an inch past the outer labia lips, making hers look more obscene when viewed from the rear. Cindy could get hers out that far as well, but she had to be aroused and had to pull them out. She did so quite often in an attempt to have her pussy look like Eva's.

Eva knew of Cindy's fascination with her vagina, and she made Cindy feel at ease about staring. She knew Cindy got off on seeing her display herself before townsfolk, and Eva put on obscene displays for Cindy's benefit. They never openly discussed this aspect of their relationship, though Eva would have been happy to do so. She always answered any question Cindy posed with total openness and honesty. Cindy was moving closer to discussing why, though she felt totally heterosexual, she was fascinated with other female bodies, Eva's vagina in particular.

Seeing Eva enter the room was a pleasant surprise, in a way, but they were not ready for this level of intimacy. Her presence was an added inhibiting factor. Jason drew Cindy's attention away from Eva as he said, while unbuckling his belt, "Cindy, sweetheart, I have a job to do and I expect your full cooperation."

He kicked off his shoes, unzipped, and dropped his pants. Cindy stared, wide-eyed at his tented boxer shorts, then her eyes opened wider when they came down.

Jason fisted his rapidly swelling organ, saying, "This is between you and your mother. I'm just the hired help. Now, scoot your ass down to the edge and make me a good spread."

Cindy eyed the rigid black cock, then slowly relaxed. She scooted to the foot of the bed, blushing deeply, then assumed a widespread position by drawing her legs up and laying her knees out. She held herself open by placing her hands on the insides of her thighs near the knees, then waited with bated breath.

Jason aimed his cock at her vulnerable spread, saying, "I'll go easy at first. Try to relax, sweetheart."

The head forced its way in past her vaginal ring of muscle, making Cindy wince. The rest went in gradually over several minutes until Cindy was, once again, stuffed with thick black cock meat, and once again feeling those delightful sensations.

Cindy strained to see, and Eva assisted by placing two pillows behind her head, saying, "Is that better?"

"Yes, thank you."

Cindy watched Jason's cock take full possession of her tight pussy over the course of several minutes. He then began screwing her slowly with short strokes, then built gradually to long strokes that built in intensity. Before long, Cindy gyrated on his plunging member, offering as wide a spread as possible, moving her hands to frame the juncture of their copulating genitals. Her delicate hands made an ideal frame for the exciting display of interracial mating--a jet black cock against a background of pink, white, and fine blonde hairs, all shiny wet and in motion.

She came twice mostly from the erotic sight before Jason stiffened and began pumping her white twat full of thick, rich, African American male baby juice. The fullness of her packed vagina made the interracial fuck sauce squish out at the wafer thin edges of her labia lips.

As Jason slowly withdrew, Eva stepped up and placed her hand around his cock. She milked his spend as he withdrew, forming a seal at her pussy to try to prevent more seepage. When he withdrew completely, Eva began using her fingers to scoop the seepage, wiping her fingers inside Cindy's cunt. Cindy loved watching Eva do that. They exchanged looks and smiles often.

When the outside of Cindy's pussy was relatively clean, Jason stepped behind Eva. He placed his hand at the nape of her neck and applied gentle pressure, pressing Eva's face toward Cindy's beaver. Cindy's eyes grew big as she watched Eva go with the pressure, showing only slight reluctance. Their eyes locked just as Eva's head went between her legs. The first swipe of Eva's tongue electrified Cindy and brought forth a long moan. Others followed as Jason stripped Eva of her maid's uniform. When Eva was as naked as Cindy, Jason picked her up by the hips and swung her over Cindy in reverse. He placed them in the classic sixty-nine.

Cindy stared up into the most beautiful pussy she'd ever seen. She studied the features for a long moment, then began licking, sucking, and nibbling in turn. Jason watched for a few minutes, then eased out, leaving them alone.

The two aroused females attacked each other's loins like famished lesbians. They shared many orgasms over a twenty-minute period, then collapsed with exhaustion. Each rolled to their side to face each other, but remained head to toe, toying with the pussy near their faces.

Each lay with the top leg cocked to facilitate the reverent fondling of the other's feminine grotto. In addition, Cindy played with Eva's large breasts and continued to plant sucking kisses to Eva's clit and inner labia lips. Occasionally, she'd see wetness seeping from Eva's hole and lean in to run her tongue deep in Eva's pussy hole. When she did this, Eva raised her leg straight up, pointing her toes at the ceiling. Cindy swabbed the inside walls thoroughly before going back to kissing the outer parts.

Cindy laid her cheek high on Eva's inner thigh. To give Cindy full access, Eva rested her foot on Cindy's shoulder. Eva wanted to reciprocate, but her job was to keep sperm in Cindy, not lick the sperm out. Eva kept her right thumb plugging Cindy's hole. She simply kept a glowing fire in Cindy's twat with gentle finger manipulations and occasional kisses.

After a long silence, Cindy said, "I love your beautiful pussy, Eva."

"Yes, I know. I've know for some time. You seem very happy, now."

"Oh, I am. I could do this forever."

"I could let you. I like the way you use your lips and tongue. I like the way you lick deep inside to get at all of my pussy juice. You are very talented, or very hungry."

"I'm both. Eva, are you keeping me plugged to help me get pregnant?"

"Yes. That's my job."

"That's a strange job, don't you think."

"I've had stranger jobs, but this is strange, pleasantly strange."

"I'll bet you think my mother is crazy, huh?"

"I thought so when I was first hired by her."

"Why did you agree to work for her?"

"I had no choice. It was that, or languish in your county jail getting raped a dozen times a day."

"What did you do?"

"Nothing. I was just passing through on my way out west. I looked too good to let pass through. Same old story. Men always find a way. You learn to accept it. Your mother arranged my release after I pleaded guilty to whatever they charged me with. I still don't know, but I do know I have a real criminal record as a result. I had to agree to be her maid as a condition of parole. I have a three year probation. One slip, and I get deported after I serve out my time in your jail."

"You could just run away."

"I suppose, but I'd get picked up and returned here sooner or later. I am always being detained by the law. Besides, one place is as good as another. So far, this hasn't been that bad. I'm not shy, you know, and no one has raped me, yet. To tell the truth, I've been pretty disappointed in that. I've not had a good screwing since I came to work here. I'm not accustomed to going so long without a real cock. I think that's about to change, though."

"Have you ever been in a situation like this before?"

"Not like this, but I've seen my fill of bizarre American families. Blonde Swedish maids are a big thing here. I play that up and look for live-in positions as a domestic."

"You don't have much of an accent."

"I've been in this country since I ran away at fourteen. I can turn it on if I want. It depends on the job. This is now my natural accent."

"I'll bet you've had some wild experiences. Just seeing how people react to you. It's like everyone wants to either fuck you or eat you, even little kids, even mothers with little kids. It's amazing."

"I've seen and done all, Cindy, even kids, even mothers with kids. You Americans are not as free and open about sex, but you are twice as dirty and nasty. I've come to see openness as leading to a healthy sexual environment. Repression always leads to nastiness and decadence. The more repressed a society is, the nastier the people get. The bible belt is the worst."

"What was the nastiest place you ever saw?"

"That's easy. It's a tiny town in Utah, maybe Idaho, a community of outcast Mormons. They've evolved in isolation and created the most repressive and prudish, but also the most decadent. Shady Corners proves my point."

"What do they do?"

"Where to start. For one, women can't fuck except to procreate, but men are expected to fuck all they want. They have a town whore. That's what I was doing there. I could only take it for a month."

"That doesn't seem so decadent."

"They punish their women by making them mate with dogs in public, shaved of all body hair and covered in filth. Is that decadent?"

"God, yes! What else?"

"They are real big on public humiliation, and they have something really bizarre going on in their school. They breed their fertile girls to outsiders in orgies run by the council of elders. I couldn't attend one, but I heard about them from a number of people, and seeing a pregnant twelve-year-old in that town was commonplace. Half of all girls of age are showing. If you ask me, if they didn't keep their bitches barefoot and pregnant, there wouldn't be a Shady Corners. I never saw so many damn kids in such a small town. They must lose them as fast as they make them. I sure wouldn't stick around there. Women are no better than livestock, and they never let you forget it."

[Read about Shady Corners in the story, "Town Whore".]

"I'll bet you never worked for anyone like my mother, though."

"Actually, several that were much worse or hornier. There was one lady that was very twisted. She also ruled the roost. She had two kids, a girl of fourteen, and a boy of sixteen. Her husband was a real pussy whipped wimp. Your father may be pussy whipped, but he's no wimp. I find him rather attractive."

"Yes, and he's nuts about you, too. Tell me more."

"Well, her thing was controlling all the sex that went on in her home. She was a compulsive masturbator, but no one else was allowed to masturbate. She acted like masturbation was the crime of the century for anyone but a wife and mother. She liked to keep everyone horny and frustrated while only she got off.

"She hired me to make them hornier. God, I never ate so much pussy as I did working for her. I never wanted a cock so bad in my life, but I never got to fuck either of her guys. And, boy, did they ever want to fuck me, too. My uniform at that house was a maid's hat and five-inch spike heels, and that's all. She also made me keep my pussy shaved, and I shaved hers as well.

"Whenever she sat down, I had to get on my hands and knees and lick her pussy. It didn't matter where in the house we were, either. At dinners, after I served everyone, I got under the table and served her snatch. When they watched TV, I was eating her cunt. She liked having her two kids sit on either side of her. She'd lay her legs over their laps.

"She positioned her furniture so that her husband's chair faced my rear beaver while I ate her out. It drove the poor man crazy, me, too, because I couldn't masturbate either. I had to sleep at the foot of her bed with my hands tied behind my back. I couldn't even go to the bathroom in private. Someone always had to go with me, and we had to leave the door wide open. Let me tell you, that is embarrassing. Taking a crap in front of a horny sixteen-year-old boy is the ultimate in embarrassment."

"I can imagine. Why did you stay even one day?"

"I don't know. It was something new and different, and she was a sexy bitch. Still, I only stayed a few weeks."

[You can read about this bizarre family in the story, "The Matriarch".]

"Tell me about some of the things you've done."

"Where to begin. I don't do a lot of hitchhiking. When I do, it's because I need some excitement. I'm ready for a change of scenery, or a new sexual adventure. A seventeen-year-old Scandinavian teenage girl, blond and built, wearing a please-fuck-me outfit has little trouble finding a ride. I got rode all the way from Kansas City to Reno, Nevada.

"I wasn't looking for long rides. I wanted to see how many fucks it took to go from KC to Reno. To make the game interesting, I went by these rules:

"The guy had to ask if he could fuck me or suggest it strongly. I could only show my willingness by action and mannerisms. I couldn't even say, I wish someone would fuck me, but I could say I was horny.

"As soon as he asked, I gave him two minutes to get his dick in me or drop me off if he couldn't beat the clock. I had a two-minute egg timer and as soon as I explained this, I hit the timer. Nine out of ten made it, but I got fucked in some very unusual places--like downtown Denver, like in a tunnel, like while doing sixty.

"And right after a fuck, I had to get out wherever I was--like downtown Denver, like in a tunnel, like doing sixty but making the fucker stop first in the middle of fucking nowhere Nevada where I wound up staring at cactus for three fucking hours--Jeeez. Rules are rules.

"The guy that picked me up an hour out of Reno had to be my last. I wasn't about to stand out on that empty highway again, no way. If he fucked me, it would take one hundred and fifty-seven fucks to get from Kansas City to Reno and only takes eight days. I could have probably done it in two if I hadn't accepted so many motel offers.

"A girl has got to freshen up and get her beauty sleep. I did make them return me to where we first stopped to fuck, so the motels were a time out. I didn't count all the fucks I got during time outs. That would be tacky.

"I know, you're going to say I coulda been killed. I'm not stupid, and I'm not defenseless. This gal knows how to defend herself. Early in my wanderings across America, I met, screwed, and befriended an Army Ranger hand to hand combat instructor and Olympic judo champion. We shacked up for almost three months, and in that three months he taught me all I needed to know, and now that I had more meat on my bones and had three years to practice, I could not only defend, I was deadly even against the biggest brutes, even those armed with a knife or gun.

"The trick was to lull them into a false sense of security, then attack without mercy or letup until they were hurt so badly they were no longer a threat. With groups, you take out the biggest and baddest quickly and severely. I gouge out the eyes, break both legs at the knees, dislocate both arms, bust his nuts, chop the larynx so he's gargling blood, and deliver a penetrating hit in the solar plexus so he can't breathe all in the space of five seconds. I call it my fem flying fury. If you were to witness one, and more importantly, the aftermath of one, all you'd be thinking of is a way to get away from that thing made to look like a helpless and sexy girl. You won't have a hardon.

"I only had two group scenes that ended with the fem flying fury, and one guy died from it. Roughly half do. I may have killed two dozen rapists in three years and was never charged or even detained. I rarely stuck around. I left them coughing up blood and gasping for air.

"When it's a one on one situation, I rarely kill. I don't need to, and unless the guy was a real asshole, I won't cripple. Most rapists are real assholes. After assaulting me, they spend the rest of their lives, blind, in a wheel chair, no threat to anyone and a burden to everyone. A high heel to the spine as a final touch insures that. My heels are black steel like the tip of a pick ax, and rarely will I take them off. I consider neutralizing rapists a public service, and will sometimes go trolling for them.

"In between a wrist lock that brings a man to his knees and a fem flying fury that will cripple or kill, I have a full range of persuaders that let a man know he'd better be nice and behave himself. No man gets to tie me up. I've never known a man long enough to develop that level of trust."

[Read about this in "Thumbing It".]

"What's the worst thing you ever did, Eva?"

"I took a job once and the job was to drive the wife to suicide. I did it, so I guess you could say, killing an innocent person is the worst. Actually, he's the one who brought her to the brink. All I did was drive her over the edge. At that point, it didn't take much. She had nothing to live for when I arrived on the scene. I still feel responsible, and I wish I hadn't done it. The pay was too good to pass up. That's my big weakness. I hate being broke."

"That's awful. How did you do it, you know, drive her over the edge."

"By pissing on her and constantly kicking her in the cunt. It got to wear she couldn't stand the pain and knew it would never stop. It only took a week."

"That sounds pretty cold, Eva."

"I know, but you get cold after a while. I don't judge people's ways, I just do what I'm hired to do. There's sick bastards everywhere. I can't change that. If a bitch is stupid enough to marry one of those sick bastards, she gets what she deserves. I never feel sorry for any of them. I just do my job and get by. I applied myself to that task just as I am to this one. Just be happy that your mother doesn't want you tortured to death, or I'd do that, too."

"You'd actually torture someone to death, even me?"

"I did torture one wife, but he ended up killing her. He didn't mean to. He wanted to drag out her torment for months, but her heart just gave out. There wasn't much left of her, anyway. When she expired, she was just a torso with no tits, pussy, eyelids, ears, nose, lips, tongue, or teeth. It was pretty gruesome there toward the end. I'll never knowingly enter into a job like that again."

"You took that job knowingly?"

"Yes, at the time I was just sixteen, and I thought it would be fun to kill someone slowly, especially a helpless woman. The dumb cunt married this guy in Vegas after knowing him two days. She was a gold digger. She'd run away from her five illegitimate kids, leaving them with her mother. She laughed about doing that. The bitch deserved what she got."

"Yes, but is that reason for torture, for murder?"

"I wasn't looking for a reason. I would have taken the job if she'd been mother of the year. It was fun for a while. I truly enjoyed most of it. I pretended I was a Nazi doctor. He let me do all the cutting and sewing. We took our time, and we didn't use any anesthesia; in fact, we'd bring her to when she passed out. I loved making her scream. We didn't just lop off an arm or leg. First, we'd do the fingers, then the wrist, then the elbow, then we'd cut off portions of the stump, allowing time for recovery in between. Cutting off an arm could take weeks. When her mind went, I lost interest. After that, it was just plain messy. Besides, the guy was a jerk to be around. He paid well, though. I made five grand in two months."

"I don't know why this is turning me on, but it does."

"I never ask why. When something turns me on, I just go with it. When the guy explained what he wanted to do to his wife, it turned me on. I went along not sure they weren't going to do those things to me. Even that idea turned me on. Imagine that."

"I can't."

"I finally got to eat a woman's pussy for real--with a knife and fork."

"You ate it, actually ate it?"

"Some, mostly I chewed and spit it in her face."

"Oh, gross!"

"It was. You should see what a woman looks like with nothing but a huge gaping hole between her legs."

"God, Eva, you're a ghoul, but I still like you. You're my ghoulfriend. Tell me more."

[Definitely not for the squeamish. This story is sick, sick, sick. It shouldn't even be in this fine work of erotic literature. Come to think of it, I won't write it. There. Fuck all you sick puppies with hardons. And shame on you bitches with sloppy twats. Now, back to real erotica, the kind your mother would like you to read.]

"Most of the couples I worked for, it was the man who dominated the wife. I could tell you stories of spousal abuse that you would not believe. I worked for one lawyer that kept his pretty wife bound naked in his cellar. They had six children, too, and they all knew I shared their father's bed while their mother was chained in the cellar. It was my job to care for her, to handle her feeding and toilet needs. I also had to administer her punishments."

"Wow, that's freaky. I know there are men like that, though. Lots of them. I just can't figure out why women marry them."

"This one knew what she was getting into. She asked for it. She had a slave and dungeon fantasy she just had to live out. It took her sixteen years of pressuring her hubby to get him to do it right. She wanted it rough and brutal, no holds barred. He heard about me from somewhere and flew me out. He told me all of her fantasies and then gave me a free hand with the only condition that the kids must never know this was all her own idea. He wanted me to get the kids to where they enjoyed it, because he didn't like being the evil monster in their eyes."

"I can imagine they would."

"The kids liked to watch me do my work, and it wasn't just because we kept her naked or that I was naked. She had to eat her husband's sperm from my pussy, and I beat her with a belt while she did. That's what drew the kids down there more than anything else. This woman was really into humiliation and was poop freak. He was a piss freak. The kids, like most kids, were into both. Satisfying them all was as simple as making her a combination toilet and fuck rag for the whole family."

"Oh my God. Did you shit on her?"

"On her? How about, in her?"

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"We didn't really get into much of that. We slipped into a downward spiral of perverse sex, all of us, and things got weird, then very weird, and before I know it, I'm running a breeding kennel for little girls and mutts from the local dog pound. You never know what you're going to get into in my line of work."

"Oh, Jesus, Eva. I never thought you could do something like that. Were there any others like that?"

["The Chains of Love" tells the story, but don't read this if you have a weak stomach. Do read it if you are one sick puppy and are pissed off because the last link message didn't lead to a link.]

Cindy gave Eva a long reaming with her tongue, then sucked Eva's clit until she climaxed. Eva frigged Cindy's clit until she had an orgasm, then the two disengaged. Eva dressed as Cindy said, "You certainly have lived a bizarre life, Eva. I'm glad my mother isn't into torture."

"You don't know that for sure, Cindy. Let's just hope not. You're too beautiful to waste, and I would hate to eat your cunt the hard way."

"No more than me, Eva. I'm pretty sure my mother isn't that bad."

"Looks can be deceiving, but I must warn you, I've seen that streak in her eyes. Don't ever do or say anything that might put those ideas in her head. I won't, but like I said, this is just another job. Don't ever forget that."

Eva smiled and departed, leaving Cindy to wonder and worry at the truth.

Return to Book 1


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Town Whore


I have always been a good wife and mother; but today, I'm the town whore. I'm sure this has happened before to other good wives and mothers, but not like it has here. Here is like no place you've ever been.

Shady Corners is a unique town settled by a tight-knit band of Mormon outcasts over one hundred years ago. They focused on the sensual side of scriptures, but polygamy wasn't their thing. They ended up forming their own religion that is still going strong today, but only in Shady Corners.

The men have been raised thinking that the right to a whore comes with a penis, and a woman of loose morals can't cry rape. The women were likewise raised to expect a husband to seek a whore to vent his lustful urges, and should a virtuous woman ever stray from the righteous path, she was fair game for any horny man. Good women procreate; they don't fuck. We evolved a system that works, but most people would find our system a bit odd.

We are a town of under five hundred souls, all churchgoers. We are all related in one way or another, because few outsiders ever moved here. Though we are extremely liberal in our views toward the oldest profession and sex in general, we are ultra conservative when it comes to infidelity, homosexuality, and incest. A wife has one hole used for procreation; whores have three for recreation. That's why the men need to visit a whore.

A man needs recreational sex, and for that, he uses a whore, finds a loose woman, or carries on affairs all without consequence or social stigma. Males have few rules were sex is concerned. Raping the innocent or incest are the only two that come to mind.

I have reason to believe that the practice of incest is widespread in our community. Behind closed doors, mothers are fucking their sons, fathers are fucking their daughters, and sibling fucking is epidemic. Incest was rampant when I was growing up, and I see nothing that would change that today. Karen has been my best friend from my earliest memories. Karen's first fuck was her father, and we both had sex with my mother. Karen and I both screwed our brothers and each other's brothers. And we weren't the only girls getting sex from within the family.

The taboo is real, though everyone violates it. Those who do so blatantly or openly get run out of town. Incest is a very secret and private affair which makes it so much more thrilling for the participants. The founding elders knew that and left us with the taboo to insure things stayed that way. They wanted recreational sex to be filthy dirty, that's why a married woman can only have straight sex with her spouse, and only to procreate.

Oddly, most women, including me, like it that way. Like incest, an extramarital affair is so much better when you are hard-up and horny and the risk is so great. One tiny slip and the woman is labeled a slut who cannot be raped; and although they don't run women out of town for committing incest, she undergoes a humiliating ritual punishment that lasts months and involves extreme nude binding in public gathering places where anything short of torture is permissible. Her torment ends only when she shows proof of pregnancy--90 days without a period.

This rarely happens. Few women are willing to take the risk, and those who do are extremely careful, but rarely will a year pass that some poor woman isn't dragged before the tribunal and interrogated at length along with her kids, other family members, and anyone close to her, any one of which could say something that would convince the elders serving on the tribunal. There is no due process, no civil rights. The elders are guided by the Holy Spirit toward the truth. Decisions are always unanimous.

Most women with kids in puberty have undergone this ordeal. I've been put through it twice, and I expect to be put through it twice more before all of my kids are grown and gone. One day, while I'm still fertile, I'll fail whether I've done anything or not.

This charade, and I think most everyone sees it as that, is a clever way to keep women barefoot and pregnant all through their productive years and one cannot discount the entertainment value. The tribunals are almost as entertaining and humiliating as the punishment ordeal that comes with a guilty verdict.

A woman undergoing interrogation is laid bare, physically as well as mentally. The tribunal can take days, even weeks, and is held in the church because the church assembly hall is the only place large enough to contain all who wish to bear witness. Some women, myself included, can pack the hall to the rafters. Forced to sit in a birthing chair mounted on the dais under extremely bright lights, arms bound securely behind the chair, the legs forced back and open in the extreme then strapped in place is laid bare in a way only a woman can appreciate.

Her vagina is the focal point, and everyone looks for signs of arousal as she is presented with photographs and drawings of lewd acts between adults and children. They also read pornographic passages, and often have her children do a sexy strip and pose before her--before everyone, but as we all know, those not on trial have only pure thoughts and see only an innocent child. Simulated sex acts between selected adults and her children are also a big hit. Girls have gotten pregnant from these simulated sex acts.

When that happens, it is an act of God, a blessing to the family. The senior male elder usually has the honor of blessing the family for God. My eldest daughter, Sonya, has been twice blessed, and I'm getting a little tired of it.

It is the physical evidence everyone can see that usually convicts. The ability to enter into a trance-like state, mentally reciting scripture or singing hymns, is a survival skill most women learn early on. Watching your sexy little girl get a thorough public screwing by a horny old codger, a woman needs to know her scripture inside and out, backwards and forwards. With Sonya, I needed to know Psalms in Hebrew.

The founding elders were also responsible for a town law that, in essence, says that a woman of loose moral character can not cry rape. The law provides that a man who responds to such a woman is following the dictates of nature and answering her call to mate. This may sound crazy to you, but we truly believe that to be true, and the men like it that way. As in all Mormon-based societies, men rule absolutely. Shady Corners women are always horny, but they are not easy. I think that is true of all Mormon women, but I'm just speculating. We've had no contact with the mother church since we broke away.

The men like having a town full of horny women, and the women adjust to being horny all the time. We women are not impossible to fuck, only difficult. When it happens, the experience is electrifying for both parties, and slip-ups insure a constant supply of sluts for the men to rape without recriminations. Furthermore, the husband of a fallen woman can be jailed for interfering with his wife's rapist or lover.

We also hold real rapists, those men who force themselves on decent women or children, to a rigid, unforgiving, standard. Men have been hanged by an angry mob for the rape of a child. The last case was twenty years ago. Whether that would hold true today is questionable, but no one wants to find out. No real rape of a child has occurred here in twenty years.

Those who grew up under this system, which is ninety-five percent of the population, protect the taboos and sex laws religiously. It is the basis of our culture, and it is all we've ever known. We see nothing hypocritical in the law, and it does work to keep our population base strong and vibrant, and we need that because our attrition is two or three times that of other rural communities located in the middle of nowhere. Were it not for The Law, we would have dried up and blown away decades ago. With it, we enjoy steady growth without industry or natural resources. We believe the founding elders were wise men inspired by God, and we all know that God is a man. I think he's a horny man and a voyeur, and I'm not alone.

Most of the gossip in town is about who is fucking whom, or which family members are fucking each other. Somehow, word always gets around. As long as the infidelity or incest can't be proved, and no one wants to look hard, the affairs go on. We feed on the gossip. We love juicy incest gossip. Without it, our town would be boring as hell; with it, the town is just boring.

The elders decide who needs a tribunal, and that doesn't seem to have any basis in rumor or innuendo. If anything, it has more to do with physical beauty in the mother or female children. I'll say this, we breed very attractive women this way. Beautiful women always have large families. My grandmother on my mother's side had twenty children before her womb petered out. I have enough uncles and aunts to form a good choir, though out of that twenty, only two still live in the area. I only see them at special occasions such as Christmas, Founder's Day, and my fucking tribunals.

As I said, attrition takes a heavy toll. Young people usually want to get out and see the real world. They rarely return except to visit. Fallen women, sluts, don't last long here. The rapes stop only if she turns pro, puts a red light on her porch, and starts charging. Taking sex from a professional whore without paying is theft.

The town needs a whore, a cheap whore, one who can service between fifty and one hundred men a week. The town's women recognize that fact of life. The nearest city of any consequence is a two hour drive. If we had no local whore, our men would be driving the two hundred mile round trip and spending good money to get laid. We cannot afford to have capital leave the community, and we are all aware of this fact. A steady capital drain can mean severe poverty. A cheap whore serves a community need and is tolerated. The whores live comfortably, though they live as outcasts.

We also recognize that such output will wear any normal woman down and render her sexual apparatus, shall we say, less than desirable. For that reason, if a town whore serves a term of two years, she can receive absolution--a clean slate--and return to her former life and social standing. In a way, it's like military service--serve well, you get honorably discharged; but unlike the service, if you serve poorly, you get run out of town.

The system is slowly eroding due to worldly pressures. Rarely do we have more than two whores working at the same time. Most of our whores tire out prematurely, get run out, or move away to where a whore can make better money for less work. We have gone through many dry stretches with no town whore. When that happens, every eye is looking for the next candidate.

Any indiscretion can bring the label. Once the slut label gets attached, the woman has no choice. She will either turn tricks for five bucks a pop, or she'll get raped ten times a day, or she'll leave town. No one feels sorry for the fallen angels, and the good church ladies can, once again, point her out and say, "See, children. See what becomes of those who stray from the righteous path."

The town's people tolerate lewdness by their whores. It gives the mothers something to point at while hustling away their kiddies; but more importantly, something to gossip about and masturbate to.

Whores are granted incredible liberty. We had one whore that would only fuck in public places. We've had whores that would walk downtown, buck assed naked, just because they could. When I was a young girl, there was a town whore that would only fuck a married man if his wife and kids watched. I got to see my father in action dozens of times, and I was just a toddler at the time.

Freedom like that is intoxicating. I knew, if I were the town whore, I would do all those things and more. Weather permitting, I would never wear clothes. That was one major reason I could never let myself slip.

Unleashing my inhibitions, with all the wickedness backed-up in my nasty closet, would make redemption following my stint as the town whore much more difficult if not impossible. The most brazen whores never lose their tarnish. I knew I'd be the most brazen whore Shady Corners ever saw if the whore in me ever got unleashed.

Sometimes, after a long dry spell, or after a long period without a town pussy and facing a dry spell with no new prospect in sight, a suitable woman was drafted into service. I have seen this happen twice, and both times were terrific. The memories of those draftees being drafted fueled my fantasy for years afterward.

The first occurred when I was twelve and just entering puberty. Even in our small school, talk of a new whore was on everyone's mind and lips. We all speculated as to who might be next, whose mother might be the next whore. Among the kids, it was almost an honor for your mother to be considered. My mother was everyone's top choice. I inherited my body and looks from her, and my father died in the war the year before. She had no man and we needed the money. Mom, however, was as good and wholesome a Christian woman as ever there was.

I'm sure the thought that she might serve the community on her back never crossed her mind. I had two younger sisters and a baby brother, and I'm sure the idea never crossed their minds either. Kids and grownups badgered me for dirt on her. Who was she fucking, they wanted to know? I told them she wasn't fucking anyone that I knew of. If she had been, I would have told. I wanted my mother to be the town whore. I needed new clothes, and I was dying to see naked men coming and going in my home. I wanted to see people fucking, especially fucking my beautiful, sexy mother. I had a crush on her, though I didn't recognize my feelings as such. I thought I just had a dirty mind.

Karen told me the town was talking about drafting my mother. I didn't know what that meant, but Karen set me straight. Drafting is an underhanded way of circumventing the law--helping nature they call it. In a draft, a reputable citizen makes a false charge of immoral conduct, and everyone goes along. For this to happen, unanimity among the church elders is a must. This is very rare, because we all have close relatives on the tribunal. My mother was obviously too tempting a morsel to pass up, and she was not likely to fall on her own.

Two days later, Karen said my mother had been charged before the council of elders. This made my mother a slut and meant that Mom would be raped repeatedly, daily, until she accepted her calling or moved away. We could not move. The house was all we had. We barely made ends meet. If they raped my mother, daily, she'd have to surrender eventually. I was all for it. Karen and I were as excited as two young teenage girls could be. We hovered near my mother after that, never letting her out of our sight except to go to school.

Our presence would not discourage any rapist. Men raped sluts with impunity. Men would rape her where they found her--in her home, in town, after church, anywhere. We waited three days before six men burst into our house and grabbed her. They ripped Mom's clothes off her in the living room. Me, Karen, three of my younger sisters, and my baby brother watched the whole thing. The men got naked and took turns. Four held her down, spread-eagled on the floor, as one fucked her and one stood ready to take his place.

Mom looked great, naked. Her pussy was wet before the first cock went in. She struggled through the first two fucks, while begging to be left alone. She pleaded with us kids to go away and not look. Her pleas fell on deaf ears. We were all eyes, especially when she began responding.

She stopped struggling while the third guy screwed her. After that, they placed her in the positions they wanted her in and she remained that way without being held. They fucked her ass, mouth, and pussy, and she fucked back. Each man screwed her twice, and two guys screwed her three times. For a woman who hadn't been screwed since the war, she took it quite well.

At one point, she had cocks in every hole with one in each hand. When they left, Mom was a spermy mess, sprawled on her back on the floor. She didn't even have the energy to move her legs together, so we all got a good long look at her gaping holes leaking sperm in a big puddle. Mom sobbed quietly, but still didn't close her legs. I got up and fetched a warm wash rag along with a bowl of warm water. I knelt at her hip and began wiping up the mess.

I started on her legs and moved up gradually, expecting her to take over before I reached her crotch. She still made no move to take over, and I was soon wiping the insides of her thighs, very near her pussy. Karen joined me, sitting at her other hip. We exchanged surprised looks, unsure how to proceed. I shrugged then lightly wiped Mom's pussy. Mom stopped whimpering and simply laid still.

Karen boldly reached in with the fingers of both hands and peeled open my mother's pussy for me. I couldn't believe my mother let her do this. Karen stretched the lips apart, exposing everything to our hungry eyes. Mom's abused hole gaped open and leaked sperm down the crack of her ass. I wiped that sperm, then wiped gently at her hole.

We were elated by our success. Like all kids, we pressed our luck. I wrapped the rag around my index finger and began stuffing the rag up her cunt hole while Karen toyed with her clit. I had most of the rag-covered finger inside before Mom said, "Don't. Just clean the outside, and do it quickly."

I pulled the rag out, making her groan, then dutifully wiped her off. We wiped her face, neck, and tits, then rolled her onto her stomach and wiped her ass for her. Karen, of course, took great pleasure in pulling my mother's ass cheeks apart, making Mom groan with embarrassment. I wiped her crack, then dabbed the rag at her abused anal rosebud. Karen smiled broadly the whole time, and we took our time. After a ten-minute ass wiping, Mom slowly got up and went off to take a shower without saying a word.

Men came in groups of four to six for the next three days. Mom got raped by forty-three different men in those three days. Karen and I saw thirty-two of them. Many returned every day and they all ejaculated in her or on her two times at least. Mom took in gallons of sperm. Karen and I insured that every cock got drained.

We assumed the role of whore assistants, and Mom simply went along. I think she was too mentally numb to protest. We cleaned her after every fuck, and began assisting the men during the fucks. We held her legs apart and guided cocks into her pussy and ass.

In fact, we did everything in our power to get the men hard again. We showed our budding tits and let them look at and feel our pussies. We did sexy strip tease dances and played with each other's bodies. Mom knew what we were doing, but said nothing about it during the performances or afterward.

On the fourth day, Mom gathered us kids together, Karen also. By then, we'd all seen her in action countless times. She told us she was giving up, surrendering. She said she would be the town whore, that she had no choice in the matter. Needless to say, Karen and I were elated.

Karen's Aunt Wilma served as the town whore for a three month stint. Karen served as her aunt's assistant and was seen as somewhat of an expert on the subject. Karen told Mom that as the town whore she had to shave her pussy and wear short skirts without panties, that her tits had to show through her blouses and she couldn't wear a bra, ever. Karen made this up, but Mom believed her. Karen then offered to fix her up properly. Mom reluctantly went along.

Karen convinced Mom that she had to have an assistant, and that two was even better. Mom was numb by this time. She never gave us the job, we simply assumed the role. Karen took charge, and I eagerly went along.

We stripped her naked and laid her on the table with her legs wide apart. We took turns shaving her pussy and took many liberties in the process. Mom resigned herself to letting us have our way with her, even with the other kids watching. After the shave, we finger-fucked her and rubbed her clit till she came. We all took turns fingering and even licking her pussy. Mom said nothing, even when we held the baby to her open crotch and got him to nurse on her clit.

She earned her first five bucks while still on the table. She gave her first paying customer his money's worth while we kids hovered over the scene with our little hands vying for space in her crotch.

Mom let Karen and I do whatever we wanted. We jacked off men as they waited for their turn. I jacked off cocks while Mom sucked on the head. I sucked on cocks until they were ready to shoot, then aimed the shooting cocks at her mouth, tits, or pussy. We even sucked the men hard again after they screwed her. Our efforts resulted in Mom getting more fucks then she would have otherwise.

We often participated in her screwing. Though we never got screwed, our cunts got in on the act. We liked to lie on the men's laps with their cocks sticking up between our legs. Mom sucked cock with our cunts sliding up and down the man's shaft. Sometimes, she'd kneel before us with the cock coming through our legs from behind. In this way, we got our pussies licked, or we rubbed off on her nose while she sucked a dick.

The men liked watching Mom eat our pussies. Many times they'd cum on our cunts. The men put the heads of their cocks in our cunts and jacked off, or had Mom jack them off with the cocks sticking just inside our cunts. Mom would have to lick all the cum off, and if any got inside, she'd lick it out while we held our legs wide apart for her.

We both liked getting sperm shot up our cunts, because Mom went crazy trying to lick and suck out every last sperm cell. The men got off on watching us rub our cunts in Mom's face while she tried to suck the cum out. We both got pregnant during Mom's two-year tenure, and Karen got pregnant twice. I would have, but I didn't become fertile until late in her second year.

Mom made a fairly rapid adjustment to whoring. She walked sexy, acted sexy, used the filthiest language, and instigated sex acts. Karen and I loved going downtown with Mom. She let us expose her body as much as we liked. She always got screwed when she went to town, and we drew the crowd. Before the first month was out, everyone in town had seen my mother naked and fucking, and they'd also caught our act.

Children of the town whore had special dispensation to be sluts, but couldn't be treated like sluts in that men couldn't rape us with impunity, nor could they hire our services. We couldn't be whores if we wanted to, and we did. The dispensation simply meant we could do as we pleased. The church turned a blind eye on the innocent caught up in perversity, but only for the duration of that perversity. That was a major factor in our desire to see Mom get the nod, because that gave us the nod.

Karen didn't actually qualify, but she was like a member of our household at that time, and no one made an issue of it. She was too cute to make an issue of. She had tits and everything, nice ones, too. We just assumed her dispensation and got away with it. Two of my younger sister also took advantage, but they were six and eight when Mom got drafted. They started slow. It took months before they'd get naked with us and do everything we did. The other sister was just a toddler and was naked most of the time anyway.

Mom remained the only town whore for six months until a teacher at our school got caught fucking a student. Still, we were more popular because her kids were males or girls too young to be of much interest. Late in the second year, another came on board, making three working whores, the ideal, but not for me and Karen. With us involved as deeply as we were, it was like having five working whores, and there's just not enough hard dicks to go around if two are insatiable and one whore, the new one, was a volunteer that was much in demand. Karen and I did all two naked and pregnant teens could do to lure cocks to our door.

Mom returned to an almost normal life when her two years was up, after her absolution ceremony. Overnight, she reverted to her old self and her old ways, as though snapping out of a trance. The old home order returned over night. Karen and I went through withdrawal and slipped into a deep funk. The town's folk were tired of our lewd antics by that time and the old biddies watched us like hawks. When Mom remarried, three years later, she remained faithful to her husband. As far as I know, she did.

Mom never even got called before a tribunal, so I never got blessed. The men were still tired of us even in my late teens. I did, however get knocked up twice more while in school and graduated with three kids--two girls and a boy. That was pretty much par for the course for decent looking girls. Girls could fuck other kids as long as they weren't closely related--no brothers or first cousins.

We called them sanctioned fucks, and all community sponsored events for teens were geared to pairing up sanctioned partners. These were great, because they promoted lewdness and promiscuity among horny teens, and it doesn't take much to get teenagers to be promiscuous and lewd. Elders ran these functions in private settings, usually in the church hall or school gym, and the best way to describe one is an orchestrated and closely directed orgy.

Girls and boys were eligible after entering puberty, and any single males under twenty-five could attend, and they were welcome from anywhere. Drifters passing through were invited. Migrant field hands from nearby communities were invited. Young truckers stopped at the diner were invited.

The mix was often three to one, male to female, with young adult male guests outnumbering our boys two to one. The purpose was to introduce outside bloodlines and lure men to marry and settle in the community. My biological father was a trucker. Karen's father was a Mexican farm hand. My next sister's father was an Indian.

A regular dance, usually held once a month, would typically have the twenty girls and forty boys with all twelve elders in attendance. Beforehand, the girls were interviewed to find out who was menstruating and which ones were fertile. Girls on the rag were never selected, and fertile girls were always selected and singled out for special treatment at the dance/orgy. Screwing a fertile girl until she couldn't walk was the main event. The others got screwed, but it was the fertile girls that took the cum shot.

These special events always started as a dance with the elders watching the natural pairings, seeing who liked whom and which girls got most of the attention. This would go on for over an hour, and then the games would begin. They'd select girls, the prettiest and most popular to fill out the ranks of those preselected to arrive at eight. Karen and I did great in pairings, but did poorly in these selections until our last two years when we never missed a selection.

The games centered on the selected girls with the males and unselected girls being spectators. The selected girls were pitted against each other in lewd contests designed to appeal to the interests of the males, appealing to their visual desires. Exposure was a big theme, and the games began with two opposing teams who's challenge was to totally strip the other.

The guys loved it. The winners got to sit on their opponent's chests and draw their legs apart to show their pussies to the spectators. Very often, the winners weren't much better off and you'd have a naked girl on your chest with her butt in your face.

We think we invented nude mud wrestling. In our town, that goes way back. In our version, the loser got fucked by a dog. Since the contest went on until there was only one left standing, seven of the eight got publicly screwed by a dog while covered in mud. Bestiality was another major taboo. Dogs were not allowed in the community, but the elders kept a pack just for this special humiliation. They were used extensively on women who failed a tribunal.

To be mated to a dog was the ultimate degradation, the ultimate punishment for a woman, and her greatest humiliation--or so men believed. In truth, every female who came up through the system has been screwed by a dog, in public, covered in mud, countless times. For some, it was a monthly event all through their latter school years, and I think they would all agree that getting royally fucked in public by a big dicked mutt was the ultimate sexual experience. Losing a mud wrestling contest without looking like you threw the match was the greatest challenge, and the one left standing was the real loser.

This fact was our most closely guarded secret. We dare not even discuss it except under the most secure conditions, and even then, only with those you trusted absolutely, and never with any male regardless of how close you were. Wives never discussed this with husbands.

Mothers did discuss this with daughters and at a very early age. You had to. In a culture where you never saw a dog except under the most bizarre of circumstances, in a bestial coupling with a bound and beaten, pissed on and shit-smeared poor unfortunate woman in a public spectacle, a young girl had to know, "What was that, Mommy?"

I distinctly remember seeing my first dog at the age of five, and he was fucking the shit out of my Aunt Whilma in a large crowd outside Drucker's Dry Goods. She was on all fours, covered in filth, naked, bound to a post with a rope around her neck, and this huge beast with an angry red cock was clutched to her waist and hammering that big cock into her shaved pussy with everyone cheering the beast on and calling her filthy names.

Three other beasts were waiting for their turn. We stood and watched all four screw her, and Mom was as excited as the others, and she was yelling stuff, too, and she even took some mud and threw it at her sister, calling her an incestuous slut and a bitch, and she liked Whilma. Aunt Whilma wasn't a slut. She was my Sunday School teacher, and real nice.

I left that scene very confused. I thought I saw demons in the flesh fucking a helpless angel. I always thought of Aunt Whilma as an angel without wings, frail and fair, a fairy princess. To say I was shocked at what I'd seen was a gross understatement.

Mom took me to a quiet place and she got real serious, made me swear never to tell a soul, then told me about the ultimate sexual experience that no man must ever know about or they'll get rid of all dogs, and if that ever happened, the women would have nothing but shame and degradation to deal with when they were found guilty at a tribunal, and that sooner or later, every woman had to go through what Whilma went through, and she'd go through it, too, and I would too, and without the dogs, it would be pure hell, but with the dogs it was worth it and something most women looked forward to, Whilma included.

She then went on to explain that this was Whilma's third time in two years, very unusual, but she got to go three times because she was so pretty and sexy and they all thought she hated it so much. The mud throwing and name calling was to help her get a fourth condemnation from the tribunal.

And then she explained the other reason.

Husbands punished their wives by placing dog collars on them and making them wear the collar in public. I had seen that, but didn't know what it meant. On any given day, one in ten married women, five on average, were wearing collars, and these women had to report to the kennel master of the elders twice each day for breeding.

They had to report there in the nude after leaving their clothes in the church, and the kennel was two blocks away. Rain, snow, sleet, it didn't matter. All they could wear was galoshes and only if snow was on the ground. What made it worse was the school was between the church and the kennel. They could go around it or through it, but going around added three more blocks either way you went. Going through meant they had to enter the building and walk a long corridor with classrooms in session on both sides and the classrooms all had windows on the hall.

This was all part of the grand design, and kids in school had a constant distraction as nude women wearing collars walked through nice and clean and returned filthy and fucked with dog cum from crotch to heels and big muddy paw prints all over them. Muddy hands and knees with paw prints on the back meant she got it doggie style. A muddy back with paw prints on the chest meant she took it like a missionary lady. It was left up to them, so everyone knew how a woman liked to get fucked--by dogs, anyway.

Kids saw their mothers and grandmothers come and go twice each day. Mothers would see their kids. Some could look in every room and see a kid of theirs. Outsiders passing through saw nothing unusual. We had a service station and truck stop out on the highway, but no motel. There was nothing to see or do in Shady Corners, so even the downtown area was safe from outsiders. If it wasn't, they flew a special banner from the flag pole in the town square. I've seen it fly maybe a dozen times in my life. When it flew, everyone behaved themselves and whores laid low.

I wasn't in school yet, so I didn't know about the nude women in collars. I thought it was kinda neat. So did Mom. She told me that my father liked putting a collar on her and would do so for no reason other than he thought she needed to be taken down a peg or two. She loved going through the school, before and after, and liked getting fucked both ways each time she reported. Since she always serviced at least two, changing positions was no problem. When she had a large crowd watching, she liked getting on her back because they could see her pussy better and see the dog dick working in it.

That was another thing, anyone could stop by the kennels and watch the women mating. People often made it a point to stop by. The pens were outside, but the mating arena was inside and had good seating all around and close to the action, room for two bitches and two dogs in the muddy pit.

With five women in collars on average, and required to report twice each day during school hours, there was usually someone fucking and someone waiting. If one was almost through, the other would wait, but on busy days, two or more might be waiting and they'd double up in the arena, fuck a couple of mutts, then be released.

The kennel master looked after thirty animals, so they rarely ran out. Each dog was good for four cums a day if necessary. To keep spectators amused, he would keep bringing dogs until someone else showed up. On lean days, a woman might be there for hours and fuck a dozen or more before relief arrived. Mom waited for lean days to be bad.

She'd come home and complain bitterly, in tears, describing her terrible ordeal, the humiliation she suffered, describing the people who came to watch, the things they said, the mud they threw, the kennel master who prodded her with his stick, making her fuck back and debasing her to no end, describing each filthy beast and how she had to mate with him, and those awful teachers who would call her into a classroom of grinning students to have her tell what she'd done to warrant such punishment, and how she was forced to make things up because she'd been the perfect wife.

She'd give my father an erection which he'd take to a whore. As soon as he left, she'd smile, because the collar would remain on another day and times were lean. She only had to share the thirty with two other naughty wives.

That was why the men must never know how we women really feel about the dogs. She then explained how the women all worked together to put up a good front. Heaping humiliation on women in collars was one way. Telling tales on each other was another. The most important was to always show shame and dread at the prospect of getting a collar placed on your neck, and most importantly of all, never to reveal the pleasure you receive while getting the best sex ever, to turn an expression of pure bliss into a twisted face of abject humiliation while having a climax. And then we practiced, and then we went to the kennels and saw how well it worked with other women.

Aunt Whilma was the best, so before going home, we stopped by to see her, and she'd just started another round, only now she was in the park, pulled backward over a stump. She had a larger crowd and six dogs in waiting with one mounted. Her family was there, all eight kids and daddy. You'd swear she was dying a thousand deaths and all the while she was having multiple orgasms, even while her oldest daughter rubbed shit in her face. No wonder she wore a collar all the time. That angel was a bitch. I knew her ten-year-old daughter had that all important birds and dogs talk. She was good.

After that lesson, I was all set to pick up mud and join in. We stuck by Aunt Whilma all through her terrible ordeal that lasted four months. You watch enough dog fucking and you're hooked. My first experience was everything I hoped it would be, and a dog took my cherry. You couldn't make me win a mud wrestling contest after that, and to go unselected was a terrible blow. That was the price Karen and I paid for two years of special dispensation, and quite frankly, I'm not sure it was worth it.

The dances were a spectacle of bestial sex, because nothing turns our guys on like watching sexy young girls getting raped by a beast. The games were just another selection process to determine who got dog screwed. The dogs were the main event, and lasted for hours with each girl getting her turn on center stage. This was no wham bam thank you mam dog fuck. These bestial couplings were carefully orchestrated events.

Before a new girl was allowed to attend a dance, she was counseled by the elders to go willing and enthusiastically into this humiliating union as a show of good sportsmanship and to carry on a long standing tradition. She was to be entertaining and they explained how in great detail. The assumption was that she'd lose and it was a good assumption. All new girls got selected and all lost in the mud. After all, they were the youngest going against juniors and seniors. No senior could fake a loss to a twelve-year-old girl, so any new girl knew she would be getting publicly fucked by a dog.

As an added incentive to put on a good performance, the girl who earned the least marks from the audience was stripped and whipped at a school assembly, one with the entire student body of two hundred, all fifteen teachers, with all parents and grandparents invited--pretty much the entire town showed up for a whipping after a dance.

We'd all grown up seeing them, one every single month, and no girl in her right mind wanted to undergo one. These whippings were real, and executed in the most humiliating position. The girl was suspended by her wrists, four feet off the stage with her legs drawn out to either side in the mid-air splits, and the whip was a real whip that hit hard on very tender parts and left its mark for days afterward. The vagina was the favorite target, and a strike that brought the tip around a hip to strike dead center on the clit would bring the audience to its feet in a howling cheer that could not drown out the girl's scream. A girl got one hundred lashes and could expect ten to be clit strikes. When cut free, she'd have to be carried off the stage.

The elders were very serious about their breeding program, and the selected girls knew damn well they'd better make those boys hot and horny or her cunt would suffer. The elders' counseling session told them what the boys wanted to see, and the boys wanted to see a slut for the mutts, a bitch in heat, a shameless dog lover with an insatiable appetite for dog cock and dog semen.

She was then warned that the other girls were seasoned and practiced, very good, so she'd have to go out of her way to best any one of them. She was advised to shave her pussy and begin practicing taking large objects into her ass and cunt, then shown a large cucumber and suggest something on that order as all the dogs were at least that long and almost as thick. Girls left that session on weak legs and had thirty days to be ready. I was ready going in.

Once paired with her mate, it was up to the girl to do her routine. The great part about this whole setup was that we could pull out all stops and act the way we really felt. Anyone seeing our act would assume we were trying to avoid the whip. Mothers coached their daughters in putting on a good act. Grandmothers helped. They all brought valuable experience to bear, and the dog acts, honed over decades, had to be the most carnal bestial acts ever to be witnessed by man.

Even a young virgin who had never touched a dog could waste one in under an hour, doing everything imaginable, and doing it in the most vulgar and visual way one can imagine. Throat fucking a dog was no big deal. Dancing while holding your dog up on hind legs with his cock up your cunt was child's play. Getting over your dog with him on his back, holding onto his hind legs while squatting on his dick and fucking yourself was a yawner.

To get good marks, you had to stand in a squat with your head so far back between your legs that you could suck on his balls while he fucked you in the ass. That's what I did, and I still got whipped.

After every girl did her act, and all dogs were drained and wasted, the bitches hosed off and thoroughly douched, the dance resumed, only now everyone, including elders were naked. Dancing was fucking on your feet, and each girl had a ring of guys waiting to cut in. Gallons of semen washed through cunts, ran down legs, and puddled on the hardwood floor. It wasn't long until we danced on a slippery floor, slip sliding away, and those who fell got fucked on a slimy floor. Dances were fun; whippings were no fun.

Typically, we'd have thirty girls and eighty men/boys on a Founder's Day Dance. The Founder's Day Dance was the biggie, and any girl ovulating over the three-day Founder's Day weekend was as good as pregnant because her womb was restricted to guests who were invited to screw her at will where they found her, and she had to remain in the public domain for the entire seventy-two hours.

Founder's Day was the one day a single woman could turn slut, but she had to register two months in advance and undergo the tracking of her monthly cycle along with the school girls who all had to undergo tracking. To be a pony, you had to be ovulating, and no cheating was allowed. The elders saw to that.

Each day for the two months prior to Founder's Day, every pubescent girl and all registered single women had to strip naked and present their pussies before a panel of three elders, there to be examined for signs of menstruation. Period durations and vaginal temperatures were recorded and the fertility cycle was tracked this way. Only pregnant girls were excused, and with half the girls being pregnant at any given time, we were usually ten in number with another ten single women filling the ranks. Out of that twenty, they'd get three or four ponies--five if they were lucky.

The rest of us were thrown to the dogs, and that meant you were paired up for the duration of Founder's Day. You wore a grass skirt and a collar, and that's it. Your collar was connected to the dog's collar with a six-foot leash. Where you went, he went; or you went where he went in some cases. When the dog wanted to fuck, he fucked you. It didn't matter where. You could be in your own home enjoying a Founder's Day Dinner with the whole fam damily, if he got horny, you got down and took care of him.

You're probably wondering, what's the deal with the grass skirts? Well, as in many handed down traditions, the ones who started it had good reasons. As time goes on, people forget and simply follow tradition for tradition's sake. In this case, we still have a clue.

Joshua Abbot, head of one of our seven founding families did a tour as a missionary for the mother church way back in the late 1960's. His area was some island in the exotic South Pacific, which back then was like some mythical land of paradise. He returned singing the praises of the bare-breasted white women that wore only grass skirts. That became a symbol of female beauty, that and long hair. In addition to placing collars on a naughty wife, some men shave their wife of all body hair, and that is the first thing done to a woman found guilty of incest. They strip her of beauty and throw her to dogs.

Fertility is highly valued in our culture. Ovulating females are elevated; women unable to conceive are worthless. The tradition of making the fertile females ponies special, then casting all others to the dogs is symbolic. They aren't really punishing us as persons because we couldn't regulate our fertile cycle to conveniently fall on Founder's Day. We are simply representing nonfertile women in general. It just looks and feels exactly like you as a person are being thrown to the dogs--boy does it. Thank God they no longer shave us.

Interestingly, the dogs stem from the island connection. Many of the women brought into the early church were girls brought from the islands. They had never seen a dog and were terrified of them. Sooner or later, some bright guy with a hard dick got the idea to put the two together, and it must have been good, because it has been the ultimate degradation ever since. All I can say is, thank god.

Ponies were easy to spot because she was naked with a shaved pussy and a horse's tail butt-plug hanging from her ass. They were called ponies, and you could not fuck a pony in the ass or the mouth, and local boys couldn't get any pony pussy either. I've been a pony twice, and I'll take the life of a pony any day. It's the only way to get knocked up--fucked to within an inch of your life by real men.

I say real men to differentiate them from the home grown variety. Our men are worthless in bed. You can't get a decent lay from a man raised in our culture. To them, a woman is a thing to fuck, and their needs are all that matters. Ponies know the difference.

Many women in our society can count their adult fucks by counting heads around the dinner table. At best, you fucked once a month from puberty until you got married, usually at sixteen, certainly by eighteen. From then on, unless you put a stint in as a whore, cheated, committed incest, or was condemned as an incestuous adulterer, women only got screwed to conceive a child. Hey, it's a tough life on women. After marriage, it's a dog's life. Take away the dogs, and it's no life at all. Had they never put a mutt on an island girl, our culture never would have survived one generation.

You may get the impression that there was a great deal of sex going on in our day to day lives, but I misled you if that's the case. Most sex occurs in school functions and only for a few of those school years. For girls, usually three to five years of once a month intense orgy, then twenty-nine days of total abstinence. We didn't date, ever, and having sex out of a sanctioned activity was a major sin that earned a whipping and a severe chastity belt that remained on for a full year. No dances, no masturbation, no nothing. If you wanted pussy off of little Sally, you had best use a gun.

As I explained before, women went without rather than risk being forced into whoring. Having to service fifty of our men was nobody's idea of a fun time. The worst part of whoring was losing any chance of getting a collar. Even a single woman, divorcee, or widow could have a collar slapped on her by the elders for breaking one of our fifty rules for women, governing everything from dress to words they couldn't use.

Whores had no rules and no husbands. Whores never went to the kennels, and that was the bitch about serving as a whore. It damned near killed my mother. She was forever getting in trouble with the elders and spent more time in a collar than out, even after her hubby died. She got to where she was almost as good as Aunt Whilma.

The next draftee didn't happen until I was grown and married two years to Ray. Many of the men remembered me from my youth, and remembered what a hot and horny, nasty little shit I was. Talk circulated about me being the next whore, but Ray wasn't into having his new wife serving as the town whore in those days. Faithful and happily married women with families were never drafted. I was faithful and happy, so that pretty much left me out of the running. At the time, I was ready. Steve was a baby, so kids were not an issue. Ray, however, would not hear of it and got pissed because I mentioned a willingness to serve the town until a suitable whore could be found.

What followed was one of the longest dry spells on record--eighteen months. I was as eager as the rest of the wives to find a local whore. There was always talk of a draft after that first year, but no unanimity could be reached. Mom was on the elder's council by then and managed to block any draft. Ray was spending us into the poor house making twice weekly trips to the city for expensive pussy--fifty bucks a shot, plus the gas and wear and tear on our old car.

That's when we got a new preacher and he had a wife, a gorgeous young thing--blond, blue-eyed, built but petite, a real sexy doll. She had every dick in Shady Corners hard from the day she arrived. She looked like a goddess, an angel even more angelic that Whilma. She had the fairest skin and sweetest personality. She hailed from California, and she looked like a movie star to us.

Shady Corners rarely had a real preacher. Our religion had no formal doctrine. The religion was more an attitude backed by civic laws. The church was more like a community meeting place, a social ritual. We had the Bible, but the good book was rarely used in our services, or rarely used by someone who knew it well. We tossed out the Book of Mormon when Salt Lake excommunicated us. Any preacher would do, so if a Christian ministry offered to send us a preacher, we accepted. If he lasted a week, we were thrilled.

The preacher was a young man, fresh from divinity school on his first preaching assignment, eager to establish himself. They were newlyweds and in love. The town was infatuated with them, but turned on its ear by the beauty and sexy innocence of Stephanie, the preacher's wife. We talked of nothing else but what a terrific whore Stephanie would make. The special flag flew for weeks.

Stephanie wasn't in town a week when she was raped, a real rape by a local business man who lost control and dragged her into the back room of his dry goods store. There, John kept her bound in the stockroom all afternoon while he and his clerk raped her repeatedly. Had it happened to anyone but Stephanie, he'd have been charged and, at least, run out of town. No one could blame him, so nothing came of it.

We were surprised she avoided rape as long as she did. She did not wear the drab, shapeless, full cover dresses that we decent ladies wore. Hers may have been modest by California standards, but were borderline slut attire by our standard simply because her knees showed. No one advised her to get a new wardrobe. Since Stephanie dressed in rather sexy dresses, we rationalized the rape was justified. In other words, she was asking for it.

The preacher reported this multiple rape to the town constable. The constable took Stephanie into a room with two deputies and they raped her while the preacher waited anxiously in the next room, unaware of what was going on. When they emerged an hour later with the preacher's sullen, worn-out wife, the preacher's jaw dropped. The fact that she'd been repeatedly raped was evident in the rivulets of sperm soaking both legs. Besides that, she had sperm running down her neck and caked in her lovely hair.

The men told the preacher they searched every inch of his wife and found no evidence of rape. They convinced the preacher not to press charges. Two days later, she was raped in her own home by two men posing as power company workers checking a short. This rape was reported as well, only the preacher went alone. This, too, was dropped to keep peace in the community.

We all thought they'd pack it in and leave, but they remained. She hid for several days following the last rape. The preacher barred his doors and windows, turning their modest home into a fortress. She had to come out on Sunday.

That Sunday, my husband, Ray, John (the business man that first raped her), and the two men from the county maintenance crew that posed as power company workers, decided they were going to get her in church. When I heard this, I wanted in. I taught a Sunday school class to the preteens ages ten through twelve, boys and girls together. Stephanie made the rounds of the Sunday school classes, handing out candy and prizes to the best students.

When Stephanie entered my room, four men entered after her. She looked adorable, dressed in the prettiest white dress, modestly cut in length and covering her chest to the neck. She was a vision of feminine loveliness and nervous as a cat in the dog pound when she realized who the men were that followed her in. Twelve kids turned eyes on her as she nervously backed away from the familiar men, Ray being the only one unfamiliar to her in the biblical sense.

She let out a gasp on recognizing John, the man who first raped her. She clutched her chest when she recognized the other two. She stood trembling with her back to the front wall as the men converged on her. I got up and went to the door, latching the lock and placed a poster over the small window. When Stephanie saw me do this, her face went ashen. She cried, "No, Dear Lord, no! Not here, for God's sake! I'll scream. I swear, I'll scream!"

I took a seat by the door and watched along with the kids as the four men made a lunge for her. Ray got behind her and quickly cupped a hand over her mouth as the three others ripped her dress to shreds. They tore everything off and even removed her shoes. While Ray pinned her arms back by the elbows, another man stuffed her panties in her mouth. He taped her panties in place using masking tape from my desk. He then stepped aside to give us a good look at her naked body as Ray placed her on display.

The frightened, mortified woman looked terror-stricken at this outrageous affront to her modesty before all those kids. Her firm, pink nippled titties were stretched taut by Ray's tight arm-pinning grip. She tried to crouch and cross her legs to shield her pussy from the many eyes trying to see between her legs. Her light blond muff hid little. When the two maintenance men each took a leg and made a wish, there was nothing left to hide. We saw what she shows her pussy doctor. Her slit became a pink oval with a bright shiny clit at the top and a pristine hole at the bottom. Despite her struggles and muffled protestations, her pussy looked wet and receptive to me.

As John removed his pants, the two men holding her legs wide to each side freed their hard cocks. She was actually being supported by her legs held in the splits position with Ray balancing her in back.

Ray took his cock out as well. He reached around and ran his free hand down her front to her pussy. He played with her exposed sex, rubbed her clit, and finger-fucked her hole. This caused her great distress as the kids took seats on the floor in a tight semi-circle centered on her crotch, their eyes glued to her tormented pussy.

She looked down on their grinning, upturned faces, her eyes wide, her brow wrinkled. We then saw Ray's shiny cock head come slithering through her cunt lips from the rear, picking up her vaginal wetness as her eyes focused on the head of Ray's cock, watching the shiny, wet crown appear and recede in total disbelief. He used his hand to liberally coat his dick with her oily secretions, then drew back and centered his cock at her asshole.

We couldn't quite see his cock at her asshole, but her eyes told us it was there, pushing in. We saw Ray's loins slowly close the distance to her ass cheeks as her eyes crossed and her brow wrinkled in anguish. John was ready with his nine-inch hardon. He stepped between her legs and fitted the big head between her cunt lips. He slid in easily to the balls and both men began fucking her, front and rear.

The two men holding her legs had her doing the splits in mid air as the cocks buffeted her two holes. Her eyes told the story of a growing passion overwhelming her. She forgot where she was and who was watching. She frequently looked down her body to watch the cock going in and out of her pussy. Ray released her arms in order to grip her by the hip bones for deeper thrusts into her ass.

At first, she didn't know what to do with her hands, but soon brought them up and placed them on John's shoulders. She didn't push him away, her hands gripped, holding herself steady for the double fucking. Ray tore the tape from her mouth and pulled the panties out. She didn't scream. All she did was grunt and moan.

We watched them fuck for ten minutes. Ray was first to reach his climax. He is a silent cummer, but she reacted to the warm jets shooting up her ass. She let out several "Ohs" then came when John stepped up the pace and sent his seed deep in her womb. She tried to conceal her climax, but she wasn't very successful. Her head lolled about on her shoulders as she bit her lower lip and groaned. A dead give away was that she used her cunt to milk his spend from his motionless cock.

Ray's cock had slipped from her ass so she had complete freedom to move forward and back. Using her hands for support, she did just that, clearly fucking herself on John's spent cock. The kids had all gathered at John's feet, looking up at the pussy sucking sperm from his still hard cock. Stephanie was oblivious as she brought her cunt out to the tip and then sent it back to press into his pubic bush. She did this repeatedly as his cock gave forth semen that steadily dripped from her sliding pussy.

I got behind her and took over from Ray. I cupped her ass cheeks to urge her on, telling her, "Milk that cock before he loses his erection. Get all that sperm inside your hot pussy where it belongs."

It was like old times again with Mom. Like Mom, the preacher's wife responded and stepped up her efforts. My hands had difficulty keeping up with the motion of her ass. I stood looking down on the scene, peering over her shoulder, knowing the view from below was even better.

The kids had an even better view when John pulled his cock out and a flood of semen plopped out onto the floor, then dripped steadily from her widely-gaping holes. The guys were content to hold her in this obscene pose, so I took her by the tits for support as John stepped away. I got my lips over her right ear and softly whispered as I rolled her hard nipples in my fingers, "You're a hot cunted little bitch, aren't you? You sure showed these kids how to suck a dick with your pussy."

She moaned, in part from despair and part from residual lust. I reached down her front with both hands, bringing them into her wet maw. I played with her wet sex lips, fingered her sensitive clit, then hooked my fingers in her hole and pulled out in opposite directions, saying, "Let's give the kiddies a good look up your pussy."

Twelve sets of eyes starred up from below. Stephanie looked down on their faces and moaned in anguish. I said, "You like showing your pretty cunt, don't you? Don't worry, you'll get plenty more opportunities. Every Sunday you'll come in here and do a sexy strip, then masturbate while telling them your nasty fuck stories. You're going to have plenty of fuck stories to tell, too. You will not remain barricaded in your home this week. You want to get out and about. You'll find a way. Your hot little pussy likes the wildlife of Shady Corners, doesn't it?"

I expected a protest from her, but she said nothing in response. If anything, she appeared resigned and defeated. Again, she reminded me of my mother when she finally accepted her fate. Stephanie became as docile and accommodating as Mom had.

We set her on her feet, then had her stand in profile to the kids with her feet wide. I leaned her forward at the waist as the two guys that had been holding her legs got ready. One stepped in front and stuck his cock in her face. He rubbed the head on her lips and she opened her mouth. She sucked him in and used her hands on his cock and balls.

The other man got behind her and entered her cunt. She sucked hard on the cock while the other pounded her sloppy pussy. Her hanging tits looked adorable, so I got on my knees and milked them, making the kids laugh. She ground her loins on the cock in her pussy, while deep sucking and jacking off the one in her mouth. Her body sucked cum from two cocks and she climaxed in the process.

After that, we laid her on my desk on her back then moved away as the kids converged on her from every angle. Twenty-four hands roamed her body and probed every orifice. We laid her in a wide spread-eagle, and she remained that way throughout the ten minute group grope.

After those kids finished with her, she had no inhibitions. We laid her on the floor in a circle of kids. Ray got on his knees with his hard cock bobbing over her mound. Stephanie lifted her pussy and captured his cock with it. She fucked herself on his cock as Ray stayed still. She took each man in turn the same way and frigged her clit while doing it. Watching her fuck those men was the most erotic sight I'd ever witnessed, and it was all I could do to keep from frigging myself.

When the last man finished, Ray wanted one more ass fuck. Stephanie dutifully got on her hands and knees and laid her shoulders to the floor, sticking her ass up while reaching back to pull her cheeks apart. The kids gathered at her ass to watch Ray's cock pry its way into her colon. Her sphincter appeared to be chewing Ray's cock as it entered. She kept her cheeks pulled apart for the kids to see better. When Ray came, he pulled out and squirted her ass and cunt with his spend. While she held this position, John screwed her in the cunt, but pulled out and shoved his cock up her ass when he came.

The other two received blow jobs while sitting in chairs with Stephanie kneeling at their feet. She knew how to suck cock while giving the best visual spectacle. She drew off for the cum shots and lapped at the spurting cocks, taking most of their load in her face. When she drained the last cock, she sat back on her heels in a submissive pose, awaiting instructions, allowing the sperm to run down her face to drip on her tits, licking at any within reach of her tongue while massaging sperm into her nipples.

I told her to masturbate, and she reclined on her back with her legs wide, giving us the most obscene demonstration using both hands. When Sunday School let out, we all walked out, leaving her in the room with her tattered clothing, her body drenched in sperm.

Stephanie was raped almost daily after that, but they never filed any more complaints. The following Sunday, Stephanie appeared in my room shortly after we began. She had that submissive look, the same look she had when I told her to masturbate. I went over and locked the door. I hung the poster over the window and led Stephanie to the front of the class. I took a seat off to the side and waited expectantly.

Stephanie had a full rosy blush but planted her feet wide and began swaying to imaginary music. She slowly, sensuously lifted her dress showing us she wore no panties. She then unfastened the dress and slipped it off her shoulders. She tossed the dress on the floor and removed her slip, then her bra. She stood naked in her heels and began massaging her tits and playing with her pussy. I let her get good and warmed up, then brought a chair for her to sit on. She took the seat and gave us a wide-spread beaver.

Stephanie told us, in the most vulgar and graphic terms, about her eight rapes that week. She brought herself to three orgasms in the telling, admitting that she liked getting raped, and that there would have been more but her husband kept her under close scrutiny.

She did the same thing the following Sunday, but entered the room with one of the men who raped her that week. His daughter was in the class. After Stephanie did her act and recounted her adventures, they screwed for us. Marty was hung like a horse, and she took him in all three holes. As a suck and fuck show, I have never seen better.

After the performance, she took a seat and said, "Yesterday, after arriving home at ten in the morning, having spent the entire night with Marty at his house, I sat my husband down and we had a long talk. He first wanted to know where I'd been and what happened. I told him exactly where I was and everything I'd done. I told him I was abducted and raped all night long. For good measure, I told him that I awoke this morning, in bed between Marty and his wife. In the morning, I woke Marty up and asked if he wanted to rape me again as I needed to return home. Needless to say, my husband was speechless.

"I told him that the rapes would continue as long as we remained. He knew this, but didn't want to accept that fact. We must finish this year, rape or no rape, I said. I told him what I learned about how this town needs a whore to keep the men from squandering their meager savings, and that the church would suffer first when the money was tight. I told him they wanted me to be that whore and the rapes were making their choice a reality. He reluctantly agreed. I told him I was willing to serve this community as its whore for our term here, and that, in a way, I saw this as doing my Christian duty. Surprisingly, he said he saw it that way as well.

"And then I told him what the collars were all about. Marty took me to the kennels early this week and I've been back everyday since. That is the most amazing thing I have ever seen in my life, but I understand how this is part of your culture. Helping my husband understand took quite a while, but he was trained not to interfere in any culture he served in. Once he came to accept that this was a cultural thing, he was okay with it. In fact, he wanted to see for himself.

"We went together on Friday and spent most of the day there. He never wanted me more in his life, but Marty showed up right as we were leaving. I went with Marty. My husband watched me walk away from him with Marty's hand up the back of my dress and deep inside my panties. That had to be sheer torture for him as horny as he was at that time.

"Naturally, I was thrilled. After what happened here the last few Sundays, I wanted nothing more than to be this town's whore, openly, and honestly. I don't want to be a rape victim. I want to serve men and their cocks as a good whore should, willingly, and without reservation. I think I proved that to you all. I told my husband all about that first session, and he knows I'm here now, and that I planned to put on a sex show with Marty. I told him that I would no longer wear panties or bras or undergarments of any sort. I told him my dresses should be see-through to show everyone how willing and ready I am to serve.

"This came as a shock to him, because I have always been modest in my dress, and he has never seen me naked in the light. I took off my clothes for him and let him see me naked in the light of day for the first time. I sat on his desk and spread my legs. I invited him to fuck me, using the word fuck for the first time. He fucked me and fucked me very well.

"After he pulled out, I masturbated for him while we discussed our immediate future. I told him I wanted to make a bold statement at this Sunday service, a statement by deed. I told him I wanted to stand before the congregation in a see-through dress and let everyone see my naked body with Marty's sperm running down my legs.

"He was stunned, but agreed that this would end the rapes and demonstrate our willingness to serve the community's needs. When I leave this room to attend the service, I will wear only the dress, nothing else. I will mount the platform and stand beside my husband in plain sight of everyone while he delivers a prepared statement of our desire to serve the needs of the community without being forced to do so. As you saw, the dress is very sheer. Without the slip and underwear, I will be as good as naked. I told my husband that if he feels like doing so, he may remove the dress and present me in the flesh. He might do it, but he wants to see how the congregation reacts to his announcement, first. If all goes well, we have a special surprise. Don't ask. You'll have to wait and see. "

I said, "He'll like the reaction. Put the dress on, Stephanie. Let's see how sheer it is."

She got up and slipped the dress on, and indeed, we saw everything. She looked naked, and in the bright lights on stage, she would appear even more so. I was impressed and looked forward to the service.

The service was all she billed it to be. A rolling murmur went through the congregation as Stephanie appeared from the wings and walked over to stand beside the reverend. All eyes feasted on her, and she appeared to be basking in the lewd attention. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart, her hands submissively held behind her back, head up, shoulders back, a wet sheen down both legs to her feet. From where I sat in the fifth row, I could clearly see the split of her pussy and her clit poking out at the top. Her pink nipples arched up and were erect.

The reverend made it clear that his wife would serve the community with her body. He even had her turn slowly to show her rear. He told us she would serve the carnal needs of the community and no one would be refused this service. The congregation stood and applauded. He then lifted Stephanie's dress off over her head and presented his wife's naked body. Stephanie smiled and turned slowly in place with her arms out wide.

Things went so well, they decided to go ahead with the special surprise. He reached into the podium and pulled out a dog collar. You could have heard a pin drop. He fastened it around her neck, then affixed a small pad lock. He faced the congregation and said, "While we are in your service, my wife will wear a collar, always."

Like a tidal wave of reaction, people stood and cheered--men, women, kids, everyone loved it. Poor Stephanie. Nobody told her she wasn't supposed to like it. She stood smiling like an idiot which amused the hell out of us. The only thing lower than a woman who fucks dogs is a woman who loves it.

The reverend left the stage and she got down on all fours in profile to us. She smiled and wagged her butt as the dog was led on stage with her husband holding the leash. They were slaying us. I'm sure they read the response as cheers, when we were actually in tears.

He led the dog to her wiggling ass and pulled on the leash to guide the mount. The rest was a dog fuck we'd all seen countless times, but outside a dance orgy, we'd never seen one by a willing and genuinely enthusiastic bitch with no whipping hanging over her. She was well mated, then stood to prove it. We gave her a thunderous applause to make her happy, and I know every female thought the same thing: "I'm not telling her."

After church let out, a line formed outside the reverend's office. She was taking donations for the church instead of charging for tricks. She became one of the best whores the town ever had. When they left, a year later, we had a new wing, a wing built by a very talented pussy. Stephanie was the only whore who was never tarnished by her fall, mostly because she served the church and her earnings enriched the community. She was as slutty as they come, a true bitch, but was never ostracized.

Ten years later, almost one year ago, Karen became a slut in the eyes of the community after a brief affair with the town undertaker. That affair became common knowledge long before they were actually caught in the act. Once she was officially and publicly charged from the pulpit, her life changed radically. I could no longer be seen talking to her, and we could only stay in touch by phone. Her husband moved out of the house, and the poor girl got raped daily, often several times a day by several different men until she surrendered and accepted her calling. Now, she turns tricks for five bucks a pop and has been doing so for eleven months.

Every man in town, including my Ray, has had her numerous times. I must confess, I did receive vicarious pleasure hearing about her rapes. She told them well, in detail. She was horrified by the way she was treated. When her husband left her, she was devastated. It was me who convinced her to stay and start charging. My Ray was her first paying customer.

I talk to her on the phone while he screws her. She likes to call me while she's with her customers. She calls me Barbara, to conceal my identity from her tricks.

Through Karen, I lived the life of the town pussy, as Karen calls herself. Being the town pussy was my favorite fantasy. Thanks to Karen, I knew how every man in town fared as a lover, and I knew what he had dangling between his legs. Several men make me weak in the knees just being around them after I learned what they could offer a horny female. I never adjusted to being horny all the time.

Although I sometimes daydream of being in Karen's high heels, the reality would be difficult. I am not only better looking than Karen, but I have the sexiest figure in town. If I fell from grace, I knew the men would be lined up at my front door within minutes. I've been told I'm Stephanie's equal.

Karen pleaded with me to help her out. After ten months on the job, she said she couldn't continue being the only town pussy. If I joined her, she could last out the full term, then return to a near normal life. Once absolved, in a church ceremony, she cannot be raped with impunity. She must, however, return to the righteous path, or she falls again. The tarnish fades over time. Many of our most respected women have--like my mother--at one time in their lives been the community whore.

Karen argues a strong case, that between the two of us, the load would be manageable, even pleasurable. I knew differently. The load would fall entirely on me for at least the first few months. Even after that, I would carry more than my share. Karen is cute and sexy, but I am beautiful and extremely sexy. If it were not for my children, the serene home life I enjoy, and a solemn promise I made to my mother, I might have seriously considered Karen's proposal.

After Mom became a church elder thirteen years ago, she made me swear on Daddy's grave that I would never willingly become a whore while she was alive. I can't let anyone know she did this, or she'd lose her seat on the elder's council. Elders must let nature take its course; they may help but never ever hinder.

The one aspect of my life that bothers me the most is that I must always downplay my beauty and hide my sex appeal. I know everyone in town wants to see me fall. I have to be extra careful to see that no rumors got started. I snapped at any man who dared make advances. I wore no makeup. My long hair was never done up. I wore my hair simply pinned back in a pony tail or rolled in a bun. I never wore dresses except to church, and those dresses went past my knees and buttoned at the neck. My day to day uniform was jeans and sweat shirts, sometimes bib overalls.

Karen dresses like a big-city whore in the most scandalous short skirts. She never wears panties or a bra unless the bra is one that merely pushes up the underside of her breasts. Her nipples always show through her thin tops, and few in town have not seen Karen's shaved pussy. If she isn't shooting a bare beaver, she's letting the wind have its way with her light skirt.

I did envy Karen that freedom. I would love to show my body in public. My nipples stick out two inches on my double "D" breasts, and I also have a beautiful shaved pussy. Ray likes Karen's shaved pussy, so he insists I keep mine bare, even in his absence. I do my best to please my husband, but most wives could care less about being sexually attractive to their spouse. Most men play by the book and only screw their wives until she gets pregnant. Ray, thank god, never went along with that notion.

Ray used to put a collar on me, but not often, and not once in the past five years. I complained too much and too well. He believed me and was afraid I'd leave him if he kept doing it for no good reason. I screwed myself, and all attempts to unscrew myself have failed. I try to put the kennels out of my mind, but with two teenage girls going to dances, that is impossible. I do envy them so much. Yes, they had the talk, and they know I screwed up. More than anything, they miss seeing me walk through the school.

Karen rates my husband as a four on her ten scale. I always thought Ray would rate an eight or nine. The young man who manages our forty-acre apple orchard is a ten, and that knowledge drives me to distraction. On warm days, Johnny wears shorts without underwear--shorts that are too short for a nineteen-year-old with a ten between his legs. Karen put him up to seducing me.

Johnny knew who Barbara was. He knew every detail of our private conversations, all my fantasies, and he knew how horny I was. I can't count the times I've stood below that boy, holding his ladder, watching that magnificent cock and balls hanging in my face while he examines apples he knows nothing about.

Johnny liked to turn backward on the ladder with his crotch in my face. He often raised an erection that lifted the leg of his shorts. His cock would poke straight out, forcing me to lean back to avoid contact. He would fist that magnificent cock in my face, taunting and teasing me with it, telling me how great he was in bed, how much I wanted his cock, telling me things I couldn't deny.

Still, I had to lean back, for one touch of that golden, precum-slick, rubbery tip to my hungry lips and I'd be a goner. My pussy drooled over that boy's cock. I never avoided these dangerous confrontations. I looked forward to them. After helping him, I'd have to go inside and masturbate; often, while on the phone with Karen; often, while she was getting screwed by someone I knew. Karen was doing her damnedest to win me over; I was doing my damnedest to resist. From the very start, she did much better than I did.

I was fighting a losing battle and knew it. My efforts to get rid of Johnny failed because Ray would not let him go. Ray and Karen were in league. Ray hired Johnny because of his cock, for Johnny didn't know shit about apple trees. He only knew about horny women. Why Ray would want to be married to the town pussy was beyond me, but he obviously did. Why he would want me going out in public dressed like Karen baffled me even more. If I wore clothes like Karen's, I'd cause accidents and draw crowds. I'd be a public spectacle. Ray knew that, and wanted that.

Ray did his part. He kept buying me short, low-cut, light dresses and pressured me to wear them outdoors, in town, to church, and with nothing beneath them. I steadfastly refused, because to do so would be all it would take to earn me the title. I did wear them for him in the bedroom. He liked to watch me walk about, assuming poses while he talked with Karen on the phone and jerked off. After he came, he'd rush over to Karen's house and call me. While screwing Karen, he talked to me on the phone while I masturbated. Some sex life, huh?

As the campaign intensified, Ray refused to screw me until I started wearing his dresses downtown. I hadn't had a fuck in six months, and I was going insane. Between Johnny, Ray, and Karen, I was kept super horny. Only my fingers gave me relief. Before Karen's fall, I masturbated two or three times a week. After the fall, that become three or four times a day. I'd get up in the morning and throw a robe over my nude body so that when the last kid left for school, I could flop down on my bed, throw open the robe, and have at myself.

Ray realized that the kids inhibited me, and he thought they were the only reason I didn't cave in. They weren't the only reason, but they were the main reason. The vow to my mother was a close second. My fear of never losing the tarnish came in a close third, and the fear of being screwed to death was close behind that. Still, he was right about the kids. I am and always was a good and responsible mother.

We have four children. When I fell from grace, Sonya was sixteen; Steve, fifteen; Rachel, thirteen; and Tommy was eleven. The kids thought I was pure as the driven snow, and they had never seen me even partially dressed, certainly never nude. Ray was working hard to change that, too. He began working on them and me at the same time.

I first noticed the change in my two boys. They started saying fuck as every other word. I ignored this, even when the girls started using the word. Girlie magazines appeared next, and my girls started wearing short dresses without panties around the house.

He began his campaign on me by talking me into wearing his dresses around the house. I resisted for weeks, but eventually agreed to wear them with bra and panties, and without the high heels. Still, this was a difficult bill to fill as the dresses were exceedingly short and showed a great deal of cleavage. I could not sit in those dresses without showing my panties, and this fact caused me no end of embarrassment.

My kids, even my girls, seemed fascinated with the intimate flesh I revealed. I'd caught them all staring down my top or up my skirt. The boys wouldn't even try to hide the fact that they were looking. I now know that Ray talked to them and told them it was okay to look. After two weeks of flashing panties, I agreed to go braless. A week after that, I went without the panties. In this way, I gradually overcame my shyness around the kids. They'd seen everything I had, many times over, walking down a school corridor, but that was from a distance. I grew careless with my modesty, and it wasn't long before I walked, sat, stooped, and bent as Karen did in her outfits, at least, at home.

After a week of showing my body in the dresses, I began walking to and from the bathroom in the nude. I always had an audience waiting. The novelty never grew tiresome on them or me. Ray's plan worked. Before the month was out, I felt free to walk about the house stark naked, and did so quite often.

By this time, I could see that Ray and Karen were destined to succeed. Each day I grew weaker. Each time Johnny poked his magnificent rod in my face, I had to fight harder not to engulf it with my mouth. Since he worked at our place, and could come and go in my house as he pleased, he also saw my scantily-clad body. He even saw me nude.

My plan was to hold out as long as possible in the hopes that another whore might surface and relieve Karen. I knew that hope was futile, and that it wouldn't make any difference anyway.

I was so fucking horny for a real cock, I began fantasizing about Steve and Tommy's young cocks. Fucking Johnny would have spelled instant disaster, but screwing my sons was safe. No one would let that out, not even Karen. I kept those boys in erections and their young pecker tracks soiled everything from underwear and socks, to sheets and pillow cases.

Ray soon had me so hard-up I was sniffing and licking those wet emissions before doing the laundry. Soon after that, I would go searching for fresh deposits after the last kid left home for school. I would then masturbate while sucking on the cum-wet fabric. Not long after that, I was sucking on the crotches of Sonya and Rachel's panties. My shameless exhibitions had a big effect on their young pussies as well. Both girls always left panties sopping wet in the crotch. I discovered I had a taste for young pussy cream.

I began seeing my own kids as sex objects, desirable sex objects. With such a strong taboo against immediate family incest, how could I not get off on the idea.

The appeal of incest was too strong to resist. From the time they were babies, I have fantasized sex with my children, boys and girls. My eyes would fasten on my sons' stiff crotch bulges, and the sight of Rachel or Sonya's inner thigh flesh would make me bite my lip. My uninhibited displays inspired the girls to loosen-up as well. They both took to wandering the house in bra and panties; and, like me, they would go to and from the bath in the nude. The boys also took to walking about in their underwear with erections, and I began catching both boys jerking off more often than chance could account for.

They never locked their doors. If I walked in and found a boy masturbating, I would go about my business, picking up laundry, putting laundry away, or straightening their room. I found myself stalling for the cum shot, catching the sight in my sidelong glances. My presence never inhibited either boy. If anything, my being there excited them further. I developed a craving for their young sperm, and I wanted it fresh and warm, right from their balls. Watching that fresh sperm squirt and ooze up from their balls made my mouth water.

When the girls found out what the boys were doing and getting away with, they too began masturbating for me. The first time I entered Sonya's room and saw her lying spread naked on her bed with her open legs facing the door, fingering her pretty pussy, I nearly dropped my laundry basket. She did not stop or even look up. She continued, so I went about my business. I remained in her room until she reached her orgasm. That same day, I walked in on Rachel and saw my youngest girl fucking herself with a candle. I'm sure Ray was behind this development as well, but I never said anything to him or them about this.

One day, I walked in Sonya's room and caught Ray fucking her doggie style. This time, I did drop the laundry. A few days later, I caught him fucking Rachel in the missionary position, but I was not surprised. Later, I discovered that Steve and Tommy were also fucking their sisters. This, too, came as no surprise. Neither girl was a virgin. They'd both been going to Dances.

Everyone was getting fucked but me, and I was fit to be tied. They were all showing off for me, driving me crazy. When I found myself sucking sperm from the crotches of my daughter's panties, and loving it, I knew I was a goner.

The kids were on Ray's side and doing their very best to keep me horny. To make matters worse, Karen was screwing my boys, reporting every fuck to me in the minutest detail. She rated Tommy a six, but Steve rated a nine. His cock was the equal of his father's--a thin eight inches with a big, knobby head, but Steve had stamina, enthusiasm, and was a repeater. He would fuck her three times in rapid succession and make her cum twice during each fuck. I could not look at Steve's cock without picturing it in action between my hot and horny legs.

Steve knew this and kept his hard cock in my view. He liked to wear his jockey underwear with his cock poking out through the slit. His long cock bobbed as he walked, and he was always stroking it, keeping it hard. They all displayed their naked genitals to me, often wet from sex. The girls shot me fresh-fucked beavers that I could not resist staring at. The boys jacked off wherever the urge struck them; sometimes, while sitting beside me on the sofa watching TV.

Steve was impossible to ignore. He made it a point to jack off beside me. I never did anything to discourage this practice. Watching his beautiful cock swell and drool under his pumping fist made my pussy drool. Steve grew bolder and bolder each day. I knew that sex between me and my kids was inevitable. Ray and Karen were relentlessly pushing us together. I stopped resisting the idea and began welcoming the inevitable. I could not instigate anything, but was determined not to hinder their progress.

I knew Steve would set the pace and break the ice. To speed things along, I told Karen that I craved sex with Steve, and loved his cock, knowing full well that my confession would get back to Steve. The impact was immediate.

While sitting beside me on the sofa, later that same day, he began jerking off. I had on one of the shortest dresses and nothing else. The hem laid across my bare mound and my pussy lips were exposed. I always tried to ignore him when he jerked off. I stared at the TV. When he came, he lifted and turned to aim his cock at my cunt. He boldly peppered my pussy with hot sperm, then wiped his dick on my thigh.

I was too stunned and turned on to say or do anything. I sat there and let his cum seep down my denuded crack while Rachel watched the white mass drool through my pussy crack. Word spread quickly to the other two kids. Two hours later, Tommy stood over me and jacked off down my top while Steve held the top out exposing my tits. After that, the boys only came on me, and they came on me wherever and whenever they pleased.

It was open season on Mom, and I secretly loved every second. Steve liked to shoot in my face or in my hair, or come up behind me to nestle his cock head in the crack of my ass while he jerked off. Tommy liked to cum on my nipples, and would pull my tits out to get a good shot at both. I lent myself to this abuse, and each time brought a greater escalation.

The girls were not left out. They brought their spermy loads to me as well. If they had a pussy full, they'd sit on my lap after moving my skirt up to make bare skin contact. The sperm would seep from their pussies to wet my crotch. They also came to me with mouthfuls of sperm and wanted a kiss. Kissing hello and goodbye was a family practice, but never full lip contact. When one approached with lips clenched tightly, I knew I'd get a spermy, open-mouthed, French kiss. I welcomed these lewd kisses with my head tilted back. After receiving their offering, I would lick the inside of their mouths while they hovered over me with their mouth wide open.

Sex between us was overdue. I wanted it badly. They knew that, but they were tormenting me. Ray did his part by removing every door in our house. With the kids out of school for the summer, and always home, I had no privacy at a time when I masturbated ten times a day. The kids took turns keeping me under surveillance. Three days into the summer break, I broke down. Rachel watched me fuck myself with a smug look on her face. Before that day was out, they'd all been treated to a masturbation exhibition.

One day, shortly afterward, Steve stood beside my chair as I sat at the dining room table, talking to Karen. The other kids sat around the table, watching expectantly. I knew something was about to happen, something that Karen or Ray had set up. The kids were all naked, and so was I at Karen's insistence. She refused to talk to me until I stripped naked. She was with Johnny, and I wanted to hear them fuck. She also wanted me on the dining room phone, so I stripped with the kids watching. As my clothes came off, the kids pulled their chairs over to face me, to show me their genitals while they masturbated.

When I resumed my seat, I had Tommy scooted so close that his knees were between mine, forcing me to show my bare beaver. Not satisfied with this, he widened his knees, forcing mine out wide to each side. I was showing them my wide open pussy for the first time. Sonya and Rachel sat in chairs on either side of Tommy. Both girls had their feet up on the seat's edges and their knees laid down, exposing their fresh young pussies in the most obscene manner for my benefit. My eyes roamed from pussy to cock to pussy, watching fingers working hard on young genitalia.

Steve stood at my side, turned to face me, his stiff cock bobbing in my face. He was jacking off with his turgid cock aimed at my face, touching my face at times, aimed mostly at my mouth. More and more, the wet head pressed to my lips, and I did not shy away. As I spoke with Karen, my lips moved in the silky wetness of his cock head. Karen kept me talking and inspired me to play with my pussy. I used words the kids had never heard cross my lips as I tried to get Karen to give me a detailed account of Johnny's fucking of her horny cunt.

They soon had me squirming shamelessly, pausing from time to time to lick and suck Steve's dick. I placed my bare feet between the girls' legs and they opened their cunts for me to fuck with my big toes. Tommy got between my legs and slid his dick in my pussy before I had time to react. When his tight nut sack hit me in the ass, I dropped the phone. I grabbed Steve by the hips, and sucked him down my throat. I was having the wildest sex with all four of my kids at once and loving it.

Tommy came first, triggering my orgasm. Steve fired two jets in my mouth before pulling out to pump the rest in my face. The girls were fucking themselves on my toes and both came when they saw Steve shoot his sperm all over my face. Steve and Tommy traded places. I helped Steve guide his long cock into my wet cunt, then nursed Tommy to another hardon.

Rachel came up and climbed onto my chair, then maneuvered her wet pussy over my right nipple. I squeezed my tit to further get it up her snatch as she humped my tittie. Sonya got on her knees at my hip and began sucking on my clit while Steve screwed my pussy. I reached down with my free hand and parted my lips for her to get a good lip-lock on my entire clit. She sucked me to a fast and powerful orgasm and was still sucking on my clit when Steve came in my cunt and triggered another.

When Steve pulled out, Tommy came in my mouth. I sucked him dry as Sonya got between my legs and began licking my spermy twat. When Tommy pulled his spent dick from my lips, I had to see Sonya for myself. I slipped lower in my seat and peered around Rachel's hip to see Sonya's face buried firmly in my spread beaver, licking and sucking as hard as she could. I spread my legs as wide as I could and reached down with both hands to pull my lips open. I saw Sonya's pretty face and pink tongue lapping at my tender inner membranes, and saw her stiff tongue repeatedly lick inside my gaping pussy hole, lapping sperm from the interior walls of my cunt. I cried out, "Yes, Sonya, lick Mommy's pussy good, sweetheart. Suck Mommy's pussy, baby!"

Rachel let me watch Sonya for a minute or so, then got up and placed her twat in my face. I grabbed her by her small hips and devoured her little cunt for her. The little bitch humped my face while I sucked and licked. Rachel and I came together. I was wasted, but Sonya stepped up to take Rachel's place. Sonya did an obscene bump and grind on my tongue, as I fought to maintain contact with her gyrating pussy. I finally stopped fighting to keep up and merely stuck out my tongue as far as I could, letting her fuck herself on my face.

Minutes into this scene, I felt Steve's cock slide into my pussy. Rachel and Tommy held my legs apart for him. He took several strokes, then the head slithered down my ass crack to my anus. He pushed and popped in, making me grunt and groan as he slowly took possession of my ass to the balls. Rachel and Tommy played with and fingered my pussy while Sonya and Steve fucked me to two more orgasms.

When they finished, I slithered to the floor, totally limp and wasted. There, on the floor, they continued to use my body in any way that amused them. I licked and sucked whatever was placed at my mouth, and my pussy and asshole were kept busy with fingers, cocks, mouths, and foreign objects. This went on for another hour. When they were finally through with me, I was a quivering mass of jelly, but a thoroughly satisfied mass of jelly.

After I recovered, bathed, and dressed, I had no regrets. The sexual tension inside the house was just too high for nothing to happen. Everything went just as Ray and Karen hoped it would, but their plan backfired. They could not use the fact that I was fucking the kids to expose me as a whore. The town would have seen us all put away for that. No, they had to get me to fuck an outsider, and I flat refused to cooperate. I found this easy to do since the kids were keeping me sexually satisfied at home. Not even Johnny's ten could influence me.

The kids liked having sex with me and would not stop, though Ray and Karen tried to get them to cut me off. I found it easy to break through any of their resolves. The boys were a cinch, and the girls loved having their cunts licked by their mother. When I wanted sex, I merely had to make my selection. I often took two or three at a time, if not all four. Ray and Karen were stymied. They gave it their best and came up short.

Karen was quickly burning out. She got screwed by at least ten guys a day, some more than twice per visit. She begged for relief and Ray took to begging as well. Not only was Ray begging me to become the town pussy, he was begging for my pussy. Karen cut him off after the plan failed. I let Ray simmer for two weeks as pay back, but he wasn't suffering. He was fucking both girls. Still, I had the best pussy in town; he knew it, and he missed it.

The town needed a fresh new whore. I could see that. Karen was threatening to move away, and the church ladies feared another long dry spell, seeing their hard-earned money driving out of town. Everyone seemed to see me as Karen's successor. The town wanted me to be their whore, and I learned that almost everyone knew of Ray's and Karen's attempts to seduce me into that role. In their minds, I fit the bill perfectly.

In truth, I agreed. I was the perfect choice. With my kids no longer an obstacle, I could live my fantasy, wear the sexiest clothes, be fucking constantly, and earn extra money besides. I was more than ready, I was eager to become the town pussy, the community whore. The trouble was, I wanted to be drafted, and had to be drafted. I could not break my vow to my mother or reveal we had that vow.

They wanted me, but I had to be drafted as my mother was and as Stephanie was. With Mom still alive, and still an elder, I knew the draft would fail. I waited out a full week in despair before I was raped.

This was a real rape and the perpetrator should have been arrested and punished. Had he been reported, he would have been. I told Mom about the rape, but Johnny told everyone else that I seduced him. I told Mom I couldn't report him, and she grudgingly went along because she thought Johnny would never tell a soul.

The rapes followed one after the other, and soon they came in groups. I was raped in town, in church, and at a picnic. I was raped fifty times before I surrendered and took my first five dollars from Johnny, but that was after Mom stopped by and handed me a red light for my porch. That's how I became the new town pussy. My kids were so proud, and Ray has never been happier. The wait was worth it.

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The Matriarch


Our home is ruled by a matriarch, me. I run everything. My word is law, and I answer to no one. I cheat on my husband when the urge strikes me or an opportunity presents itself. I could care less if my husband knows, and he knows. My kids know, too. I am also a compulsive masturbator, and nobody bothers me if I get behind a closed door. I do not lock interior doors, and no kid may even shut one.

I am very strict with my kids, and my fourteen-year-old, Cynthia, hates the repressive rules she lives under. Robby, my sixteen-year-old, can't date and gets punished for getting erections or soiling his sheets or underwear with his youthful penile emissions. He has wet dreams and gets punished for those as well.

They think I have a big hang-up concerning masturbation. I make masturbation seem like the crime of the century unless one is a matriarch. I am obsessive about the sport; or at least, I act that way. I don't even allow Sam to touch himself in my presence, though I know he indulges himself in the bathroom. I don't say anything to Sam about his lengthy stays in the bathroom, and he says nothing about my stays in the bedroom behind a closed door.

I make my husband deal with Robby. I deal with Cynthia, and I am relentless with her. She might touch herself at school. I can't stop her there, but inside my house, she has never touched her cunt. Not only do I bathe her, I handle her toilet for her. Though she is fourteen, I dress her and undress her. She sleeps in a tight girdle wearing boxing gloves. I play the part of a severe prude, but what I won't do is dress the part or act the part.

I have a killer body, big mounds of creamy soft tittie flesh, long pointed nipples, and legs that belong on a pro-football cheerleader. I measure thirty-eight, seventeen, thirty-seven, and that is on a five-foot-two frame. Although I impose ultra prudish standards on my daughter, I don't dress modestly. I like short skirts and loose, low-cut tops. My bras are half-cup, push-up teasers that leave the crest of each nipple exposed. I am expert at stooping to show my nipples while appearing mindless of my exposure. I can shoot a full crotch-shot beaver like a Soho whore while looking like a Sunday school teacher with her mind on the scriptures.

I was terrible to the kids after they entered puberty, a good mother, but a terrible hypocrite. Poor Robby, especially. The humiliation he suffered because of me, punished for erections that I usually gave him with an intentionally careless flash of inner thigh, transparent wet-crotch beavers, or a soft braless breast rubbed on his arm or shoulder while dishing out his dinner. I'd see his erection, then call on Sam to "do something with your nasty son."

Sam could see that it wasn't Robby's fault, but he never spoke to me about it, and would act the part of an outraged father and husband. He'd drag Robby off to his bedroom by his ear and smack his fanny for me. God, I loved hearing him berating Robby for looking at or rubbing himself on my intimate parts.

And Cynthia, forced to cover her luscious body in the terribly out of fashion clothes I made her wear, no boys in her life, no dates, no phone calls, no social life at all, really. Cynthia also had no privacy what-so-ever. My husband kept Robby from masturbating, but I handled Cynthia. She could not close herself in a room, not even the bathroom. Whenever I could, I supervised her toilet activities and wiped her like a baby afterward. I don't care who watches, either. I've wiped her ass with Robby beside us, staring into her wide beaver while I took my sweet time.

By remaining to watch, he risked an erection that I was sure to report, but he found the bathroom scenes irresistible. I put on exhibitions designed with him in mind. I made Cynthia piss with her legs wide while I pull her cunt lips out of the way. Afterward, I wash her cunt with a soapy rag, then dry her thoroughly. She will climax while I scrub her pussy; if not then, she will when I rub it dry. She is good at concealing her climax, but I can tell when she has one. The look on her face, and her flushed skin tone are dead give-aways, but it was failing the finger test that earned her punishment. If I pulled out a gooey finger, she was in for it.

I punish Cynthia in front of her father and brother to add to the humiliation. I make her strip and assume the most vulgar poses while lecturing her and striking her with her father's belt. I don't hit hard, just hard enough to leave a red mark. Punishing Cynthia is a form of family entertainment. Sam never complains and always heads straight for the bathroom after one.

Sam has seen Cynthia pee, but he has never seen her take a shit. If he did, he'd say something, I'm sure. Robby has seen it. Robby won't miss it. For bowel movements, or BMs as she calls them when she tells me she needs one, Cynthia has to remove all of her clothes and recline on the toilet with her knees drawn up and laid open. Her hands pull her cheeks apart. She looks like a woman delivering a baby, but oh what a baby she delivers.

She finds this treatment absolutely humiliating. I have her get undressed, because, after wiping her ass thoroughly, I bathe her. The position is, ostensibly, to make wiping easier. Afterward, after I wipe her ass good, she lies on her back in the tub in an inch of warm water, assuming the same position.

I give her a bath, then start on her anal cleansing. After two soapy fingers have scrubbed her colon for ten minutes, it sparkles. When I'm through, you could eat off that kid's asshole. I use a hand wand on pulse to wash her crotch, but I mostly tease the spray over her standing clit. She cums when I dry. This performance never fails to produce an erection in Robby, but I never take notice until the end.

You would think the kids would see right through this, but I keep a strict, dispassionate, serious expression throughout. Though Cynthia's BM sessions are a new development, the treatment is not out of the norm, at least the norm they are used to. I've been giving them enemas since they were babies, in the tub, on their back. They get an enema for sniffles. In our house, an enema is the miracle cure-all.

Robby gets hard as soon as the nozzle hits his anus, but enema erections aren't punished. These are tolerated because he has no control over them, and hasn't since early childhood. He is only punished for those he should control. I wash his erection when I wash his ass. I use my soapy hands, and he will always climax. Again, he's not held accountable. I rinse his spend along with the soap suds. This gives me frequent opportunities to fondle my son's young cock, but I do it in such a way that it appears incidental and means no more to me than washing his feet.

I can make him cum while keeping a straight face, sometimes dodging a high flying wad of ropy sperm flying past my face or landing on my arm. Mostly, I don't dodge well enough. I have taken a rope in the face more times than not, but that gets wiped off after I towel him dry. In the interim, his cum slides down my face which fascinates Robby. If some gets on my lips, and some usually will if it hits right, I'll ignore that, too.

I like to find an excuse to talk when his sperm is running between my lips. I've made sperm bubbles doing this. Try keeping a straight face while making sperm bubbles when you speak. I can do it, but Robby can't keep a straight face while watching. If he so much as cracks a grin, I'll act angry and say, "So you think this is funny? I don't think it's one bit funny. If I thought you had any control over this whatsoever, I'd wipe that stupid grin off your face. I think this is disgusting. Your father should do this for you, young man. I'll bet you'd show control if he were administering your enema. If I had my way, he would."

I love my bathroom games, but the games I play with Cynthia outside the bathroom are just as entertaining. I constantly accuse her of touching herself, embarrassing her horribly by sniffing her fingers or pressing a dry tissue to her naked pussy to see if it comes up wet. I'd drop her panties at the dinner table if I suspected anything, and I often suspected when Sam and Robby are present.

The tissue will always come up wet if you rub hard enough or long enough. A small spot was proof enough for me to spank her on her naked ass right in front of her father and brother while I berated her for playing with herself or thinking nasty thoughts. I took perverse pleasure in seeing to it that everyone remained sexually frustrated and humiliated except me.

This may sound awful to you, but my kids didn't suffer too long without getting much-needed relief. They just couldn't do anything on their own. My kids got off when I got them off.

Sam fared no better. Seeing Cynthia's cute pussy and tits always made him hot. When I knew he needed it most, and that was always after seeing Cynthia's hard young body, I had a headache. I rationed pussy to him and gave him the deadest fucks. Still, he'd take what he could get and would spend long sessions in the bathroom, exercising his hand. My extra-curricular activities made my games at home even more pleasurable. I was never unsatisfied.

The ultimate came when I hired a young Swedish maid, a runaway. She was only seventeen, but God, what a body and all the classic Nordic features, fair as new snow and blond as they come.

The kid was hard up, in the country illegally, on the lamb. Her uniform was a hat and high heels, and that's all she ever wore in my house. If you think that didn't turn up the heat, think again. Sam will never recover and Robby suffered brain damage. Too bad she only lasted a few weeks. At least I got my fill of her. Her mouth stayed glued to my cunt almost the entire time, and I didn't give a fuck who watched.

A good matriarch nurtures, but she also deals out pain or pleasure in the proper doses at the proper times. I know; I was raised by two.

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Thumbing It


I don't do a lot of hitchhiking. When I do, it's because I need some excitement. I'm ready for a change of scenery, or a new sexual adventure. A tall, seventeen-year-old, Scandinavian, teenage girl, blond and built, wearing a please-fuck-me outfit has little trouble finding a ride in the land of milk and honey. I got rode all the way from Kansas City to Reno Nevada.

I wasn't looking for long rides. I wanted to see how many fucks it took to go from K.C. to Reno. To make the game interesting, I went by these rules:

The guy had to ask if he could fuck me or suggest it strongly. I could only show my willingness by action and mannerisms. I couldn't even say, I wish someone would fuck me, but I could say I was horny.

As soon as he asked, I gave him two minutes to get his dick in me or drop me off if he couldn't beat the clock. I had a two-minute egg timer and as soon as I explained this, I hit the timer. Nine out of ten made it, but I got fucked in some very unusual places--like downtown Denver, like in a tunnel, like while doing sixty on an open road.

And right after a fuck, I had to get out wherever I was--like downtown Denver, like in a tunnel, like doing sixty but making the fucker stop first in the middle of fucking nowhere Nevada where I wound up staring at cactus for three fucking hours--Jeeez. Rules are rules.

I met some rough characters, and had a few close calls, but I handle myself quite well. Anything worthwhile entails risk, and my American adventure was very worthwhile. I wouldn't want to try to do it today, but in 1961, it was a walk in the park on a windy day with no panties on. I didn't pass up any parks on windy days.

The vast majority of American men are very nice and a good portion of those are very shy. Even the boldest come-ons wouldn't give them courage, and I got long rides by quite a few. After ten minutes, if a guy hadn't made his move, I'd masturbate. If he didn't make his move before I got through, usually another ten minutes, I had him drop me off right after. I made it a rule after a two hundred mile scenic cruise through boring-ass Missouri with Wilber Tiddle.

I made the rule though the ride was a major high point on my road to Reno. I found a way to ease my boredom; though to do that, I had to fuck the knob on his pickup truck's gear shift.

"Excuse me, miss, I need to downshift."

With all of his shifting, it took me over a hundred miles to get a decent fuck out of that old farm truck. Mostly, I just sat there next to Wilber with his gear shift up my twat, humming along, feeling every rock and rut in the highway.

I sure liked going over rail road tracks, and Wilber was nice enough to stop, back up, and go over them again. By this time, I could shift for him. Reverse was kind of a bitch, hard right and up. I had to get my feet on the dash to hit reverse. We even went back over bad sections of road, and West Missouri farm roads have a bunch of those. Two hundred miles took us all day.

Poor Wilber never met a girl like me. He didn't have any idea where Sweden was, but he swore he'd go there before he died. He was such a sweetheart. It didn't matter what I did, he remained polite and sweet, making me feel at home in his beloved Murica, land of the free, and his equally beloved Mazura, the show-me state. Being from the show-me country where school girls go about naked and fuck in the streets, (or so I told him) I felt right at home in the show-me state. When in reverse, I showed me to the show me state.

I had a ball. I'd see a horse by a fence, one with his cock hanging out, and go ape. I'd say, "Wilber, can I fuck that horse?"

"Well, now, folks around these parts are pretty particular about their horses, miss, and it ain't polite to barge in on 'em an ask 'em."

"Can't you just pull over and let me climb the fence to ask the horse if he wants to fuck me?"

"Well, now, I could, I surely could, but these folks will shoot first and ask questions later, and I'd hate to have something bad to happen to you while you're visitin' Murika. It'd give them Sweden folks a bad impression. Our ways and your ways is a lot diffurnt, specially when it comes to matin' girls with horses. We don't hardly do that at all, I rekin. Least ways, I ain't never heared about it, and I keep my ear pretty close to the ground [whatever that means]."

As it turned out, the same applied to dogs, goats, pigs, rams, roosters, rats, bats, and chimpanzees. In frustration, I said, "Well what can a horny girl fuck in your country?"

"They pretty much stick to their own kind. They find 'em a good man and get hitched to him, you know, married up, then they pretty much stick to... well, you know... doin' it with just him. Well, the good ones do. Thay's a lot that don't. I git that from keepin' my ear to the ground."

I couldn't get Wilber to say fuck if I was fucking his ear while the other was on the ground. He wouldn't say any curse word in front of a lady, even though the lady was fucking herself on his gear shift while sucking on her tit and playing with the other while rubbing her clit.

That old farmer was a trip, and over the course of the day, I learned all about his family: his wife, Edna who wouldn't let him fuck her ass or mouth; his daughter, Beth, who never even gave him a feel; his other daughter, Bonnie, who never let him knock her ass up, give him a blow job, a feel, or a peek at her pussy. I know. I asked, and I was astonished. He was astonished that I'd ask such things and more astonished that I was astonished at his answers.

Their daughters' kids also shared his farmhouse, all nine of them, five girls and he never got to fuck any of them because his daughters were stingy. I told him they were stingy and ungrateful for not offering their little girls' pussies to their own father. He said, "Things ain't like that here. They ain't stingy. Thay's just bein' good mommas."

I said, "I'll bet they don't even give their own sons any pussy, do they?"

"Oh, no... no, that's not something we do here 'bouts. I can't say them boys wouldn't jump on 'em iffen they bent over too far, but iffen they did that, they'd a sur git a whupin when she bent back up. I'm pretty shore both of 'em would be a bendin' back up dern fast if a youngun was ta come up and give 'em a poke whar the sun don't shine.

"Now, Edna, thas another story. She's one a them that ain't been a good wife all the time, and I got that by keepin' my ear to my bedroom door. She done been bad with both of those girls' husbands when they had 'em. Now, she's a doin' it with three of those boys, and I dare say she'd be a doin' it with the fourth iffin he weren't still wearin' diapers."

Now we were getting somewhere. I said, "Is Edna from Sweden?"

"You'd think so by the way she carries on... no disrespect, miss, but our wimmin ain't supposed to be doin' them things out a holy wedlock and specially not with no younguns they's kin to. Them's rules that go way back to Abraham's day. Maybe not Abraham, but somewhere along the line of begats and begots, they took one and stuck with that one, him and her, and made it a rule. Maybe it ain't got to Sweden, yet, but it shore got here only Edna wasn't listinin', or weren't payin' attention, or just plain don't give a damn... uh, pardon my French, Miss."

"You speak French? Par lay voo lickity split?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, boy, more rail road tracks. [bumpity bumpity bumpity bumpity bump] YOHWEEEE!"

"Want me to back 'er up fer ya?"

"Yes. I'll shift. Umm, I like reverse... ugh... uh... there it is."

"Hang on, miss. Here we go."

"Faster... [bumpity bumpity bumpity bumpity bump] YOWEEEEEEE."

"Okay, miss, put 'er in first."

"Ugh... omph... ah... ugh... there it is. Step on it."

"Here we go. Hang on."

"Hit it hard, Wilber... [bumpity bumpity bumpity bumpity bump] YIPPIE YAHOO."

"You shore like them tracks. Wanta go back agin?"

"Yeah. Go slow this time... ugh... okay, it's in reverse."

"Okay, we goin' slow and easy."

Yes we were, [bumpity... bumpity... bumpity... bumpity... bump] um, that was wonderful... um, so nice.

Though I'd had my cunt out in the open for quite some time, he refused to look down unless he caught fleeting glimpses that I didn't see. I'd fix his wagon. After we stopped and I got us in second, I laid flat back on the seat with my legs drawn up and laid open, still impaled on the gear shift knob. I said "Yes, this'll be nice. Look at my cunt while we go over these tracks. You'll see the knob jump around inside my pussy."

The truck groaned trying to take off in second gear, but I couldn't lie flat in first gear. We went real slow. "[bum pi ty]... see it... [bum pi ty]... see that... [bum pi ty]... um... [bum pi ty]... nice... [bump]... oh, yeah. God that feels fantastic in my cunt."

Good, he was still staring, letting the truck coast to a stop with the clutch in. He said, "I suppose it would. Miss, if you don't mind my askin a delicate question, do all you Sweden girls have cun... er, verginas with no hair on 'em?"

I traced over the lips of my cunt while he watched and said, "Yes, do American girls have hair on their cunts?"

"I rekin'. I only seen Edna's, and she's hairy like a bear down there."

He was over his shyness, still looking. I said, "That must be awful. Don't you get hair in your mouth when you suck on her pussy?"

"I never dun that. Don't tell me they do that in Sweden?"

"They do it here, too."

A car came along, so he had to get moving, and I had to go through the gears from second to third, then third to fourth, another good gear. Second and fourth, good fucking gears.

Now cruising down the road in fourth, he said, "You was sayin' they do it here, too."

"Sure, every American that fucked me sucked my cunt before and after. I won't fuck them unless they do."

"Well, I'll bet you ain't found that many that'll keep their word after."

"You're right. Half of them say they will, but they won't keep their promise after I let them fuck me. There's only been a couple hundred that will suck their cum out of my pussy after they got their fuck."

"Are you a tellin' me you done fu... you done did it with four hunert men since you got here three years ago?"

"I didn't count, but it has to be close to that, maybe more."

"Are you a pullin' my lag?"

"I'm sorry, I thought my leg was just laying on your lap. Is it pulling?"

"No, yore lag is fine where it's at. It's a sayin'. It means, are you tellin me a fib."

"Do you mean a lie?"

"No, not exactly a lie. A fib is like a friendly lie, it just ain't the truth."

"Swedish girls never lie. We're taught not to lie. Lying is a sin. Any kind of lie is a sin. Swedish girls are very good about not sinning. I'd never sin... oh fuck! Wilber, look at that horse's cock! Jesus Fuckin H. Christ! Would you look at the cock on that beast. God damn I'd love to suck that cock. I love horse cum. Can't we just stop so I can suck his cock. It won't take long. I can usually get a horse to cum in my mouth in two minutes. Please. I'm hungry for some yummy horsy sperm."

"Danged if you don't beat all, miss. We ain't a stopping fer that. I told you, ya can't be a suckin' on our horses, dogs neither. You'll jus have ta wait till you git back to Sweden. You can't do that in Murika."

"I do it all over America. Every place I go, people are glad to let me suck off their animals. They like to watch me suck them or fuck them."

"Now, I know yor a pullin' ma lag, now. Ain't no Murikan goin' ta stand around and gawk at a pretty girl a suckin' on a animal, and thay shore ain't goin' ta watch 'em fu... doin' it."

"Maybe not in your state, but in all the others I've been to they do."

"Ya don't say?"

"Honest. In Texas, they let me suck on their steers."

"Well, now them Texicans are another thing. Them, I can see doin' that. You say folks all over like to stand around and watch, huh?"

"I've been to thirty-two states and sucked and fucked animals in thirty-one."

"We must be the odd balls then. I'll grant you, we are behind things, specially out where my place is. We don't hardly get to meet folks from other states, and I can't recall the last feriner we had out this way. I know fer a fact we ain't never had no Sweden girl anywhere near these parts. I'd a heared somethin'."

"You'd like to watch me suck and fuck animals, wouldn't you? I'd take off all of my clothes to do it. That's the way all the other Americans like to see it done."

"Well, now, I can't say I wouldn't want to see that. Yor a very pretty lady. I suppose I would at that."

"Don't you think Edna would like to see a naked girl sucking and fucking animals?"

"I know she would. That woman would stop hangin' the wash to watch bugs fuck... oh, damn, I'm terrible sorry 'bout that, miss. Sometimes I git to talkin' like a damn Texican."

"What did you say that was bad?"

"Well, I said... I said fuck."

"But that's a nice word. Every time I say it, Americans smile."

"I imagine they do, and right after, I'll bet they want to fuck, don't they?"

"Sure. They all do. Every man I meet wants to fuck me. The ones that will agree to suck my pussy get to. It's hard to get them to suck it after a dog has been fucking me. That's one thing I've noticed about Americans."

"Well, it's the same here in Greely County. I know that to be a fact. If it's man fuckin' yor after, you won't git none here in Greely county if you let on that you been suckin' and fuckin' with dogs and such."

"I'd rather suck and fuck dogs and such. You'd let me suck and fuck your animals, wouldn't you?"

"Shore, long as it didn't git around. You ain't plannin' to stick around these parts are ya?"

"No, I'm heading for Reno. When you let me off, I'll stick out my thumb and off I'll be."

He sat and pondered for a few miles. I felt an invitation coming on. Hell, I planted enough seeds to start an invitation garden.

And then... "You know, it's gettin' a little late to be thumbin' it on these roads. By the time we git to the turn off to my place, it'll be close to dark, and might nobody come along till mornin'. You'd be welcome to stay the night with me and Edna and our bunch. I could take you back out to the road in the mornin'. We got electricity, and we can fix you up yor own bed."

That's what I was waiting for. If there were more like him at home, I was going to have a night to remember. I said, "What kind of animals do you have?"

"I'm just a dirt farmer with some chickens and a mean rooster I wouldn't try to mess with, but I got a mess a dogs."

"How many males?"

"I never counted, but I'd say ten, maybe twelve. No, dares more an that. Right now, thay's all males. Edna dun shot all the females. She don't want no more damn dogs. Shot half the males, too. Shot all the younguns anyway."

"Can I sleep with them?"

"I could put a mattress out on the front porch for ya. You'd be cooler out there, but I gotta warn ya, them dogs is ate up with fleas, ate up bad now that all the fleas that wus on the dead ones jumped to what's left. Fleas won't lay around on a dead dog--not fer long. Edna won't let 'em in the house or we'd all be ate up."

"I love fleas. I love the feel of them crawling all over my body and getting in my hair, and their little bites excite me."

"Well, you'll love sleepin' with my mutts, cause you'll be excited all night long, that's for shore. I'm tellin' ya, you ain't never seen fleas like you'll see on these dogs. When I says thay's ate up, I mean thay is flat ate up wit 'em."

"Great! You can't have too many fleas I always say."

"Ah swear, you beat all. Yore gonna have you a good ole time here. We got enough to cover you from head to toe thick as yer thumb, or damn near."

"I hope so, but I'd need to get them all off before I go back to thumbing. People don't like it when I get in a car with fleas on me."

"We use lye soap. You can git 'em off with that, but you'll have to let yor hair soak in it fer a while. Look here, that turn off is right up ahead, then my place is three miles down a dirt road."

"Is it bumpy?"

"Yeah, you'll like all three miles. There's just one thing I need to mention. Edna and them ain't never met no Sweden girl before. I'll need to call a family meetin' to tell them how you girls are, and tell 'em 'bout your ways and such. That's gonna take a bit. If you don't mind, I'd kinda prefer you wear all yore clothes right and not say much. Oh, and please don't do nuthin' with them dogs till I had a chance to warn 'em. You could jus kinda take a stroll about the place till I call fer ya. After that, you just be right at home and do like you'd do back home in Sweden. They'll be expectin' it, and they'll want you to feel right at home. After that, if you get a notion to take off all yor clothes, you go right on ahead, and if you get a notion to fuck them dogs, you just go right on out and fuck and suck all you want."

"Okay. I'll wait until bedtime before I do that. I wouldn't want to bring fleas in your house."

"We'd be mighty grateful if you'd do that. I don't suppose it'd bother you too much if we wuz watchin'."

"No, not at all. I'll go to bed early so even the kids can watch."

"Their mommas might not let 'em, but you never know. They'll shore never get another opportunity, and those girls a mine are always complainin' that their younguns get no culture. This'd be their chance to show those kids some culture thay ain't never even heard of before much less seen with their own eyes. If I know Edna, she'd want them boys to see that. That'll get 'em good and stiff in the britches the way she likes 'em. She'll put her foot down and make those girls let all them younguns watch."

"I hope so. I'll make those boys hard for her. When I get through, those boys will fuck your wife all night long. You don't mind, do you?"

"Hell, I'm used to it by now. She don't hardly hide from nobody. Everybody knows she's fuckin' those boys, all three. They strut around like banty roosters, showing off their stiff britches. Edna sees a hard one, she drags him off to the bedroom, don't matter who sees her do it. The bed is a bangin' on the wall, and the squeak squeak squeak fillin' the whole house, and her damn wailin'. It don't take no scientist to figure out what's goin' on in that bedroom."

"That's how it should be. Everyone should know."

"Thas the way it pretty much is. There's fuckin' goin' on, and when they come out, all smilin', no shame at all, they might just as well come right out and say, we been fuckin'. Well, it's 'bout time we brought this dirty business out in the open. This jus might do it. And you know somethin', Edna would probably like it that way. Fuck 'em right out where everybody can see 'em do it, buck assed nekid, right on the supper table while wez trying to eat our supper. Yep, Edna'd like that a lot. She shorely would like to fuck those boys right in front of their mommas, and darest 'em to say a damn thing about it."

"I'll get naked right away and start the ball rolling. Would that be good?"

"You do that. You jus sit right down at the supper table in your alltogethers, and jus act like thas the way to eat yor supper. My guess is, Edna will join ya and the boys will if Edna does, and if the boys do, the girls will, and I'll join in somewhere. When almost everybody's nekid, I'll bet those daughters of mine will get nekid too. Maybe I'll finally git to see those girls without a stich on. Yeah, you do that, just strip right down and let 'em see yor nekid pussy with no hair on it. That'll get 'em."

Oh, boy, was this shaping up to be a real winner. I love going into a home that's full of sexual tension ready to burst, and Wilber's home was bulging at the seams. A Sweden girl, at least the kind I portrayed, can wreak havoc in such a home.

I wasn't too thrilled about the fleas, but in the right mood, an S&M mood, I love it. If you get enough on you, they keep you in just the right amount of pain to keep you glowing. I just pretend I've been locked inside a kennel. Before I met my Army Ranger, my rescuer, I had been for a fucking week and got ate alive. The glow never went away. I still have a good tolerance for flea bites. You have to when you fuck as many dogs as I do.

When we turned on the dirt rode, I went bonkers. YIPPIE YAHOWEE all the way to the farm house. I came right at the end and lay sprawled and panting, with him still in fourth gear. He had to coast to a stop.

He stopped well short of the house and said, "Darlin' yor gonna have to git my shifter outta yor pussy and git yor clothes all straightened out. We're here."

I struggled up to see the two-story wooden structure that needed a few dozen coats of paint just to help hold the boards together. Big, skin-and-bones hounds came from all over to surround the truck. I never saw such a collection of mangy mutts. Barefoot kids poured out onto the porch.

I unplugged myself and tied my top under my tits. I pulled the mini skirt down and looked at all the dogs. From the truck I could see fleas, especially in the bare patches, but they all packed a load under the belly. Edna didn't shoot anything with a big dick. I said, "They want me."

"They'll git you iffin you ain't careful. Don't you have no panties?"

"I don't own any."

He drove up to the house and said, "Maybe you best stay in the truck then, at least till I git the meetin' underway. You could get out then and get in a few pokes, but then you'd be pickin' up fleas."

"I'll wait in the truck."

He went in and took the kids with him. They were a dirty little bunch. They looked like hillbillies and weren't wearing much. The boys wore loose overalls and the girls had on sack dresses. I doubt any wore underwear.

The meeting lasted half an hour, then they all filed out. I counted twelve: four adults and eight kids ranging in age from toddler to mid teen. The boys were sixteen, fourteen, and twelve, I'd guess. They were all puffing out their overalls--stiff in the britches as Wilber would say.

Edna was easy to spot. She was no beauty, but she had a trim body. The two daughters weren't bad. One looked thirty, the other was probably twenty-eight, very plain, but they had tits and hips, though you couldn't see the form in their baggy sack dresses. Edna was the only female that looked female. She showed legs and cleavage in a form fitting dress--her going-out-to-be-a-bad-wife dress. I know she wasn't wearing that when we arrived. She was smiling big and leading the pack. The sea of dogs parted before Edna. Evidently, they had experienced her wrath or poor aim.

She opened the door and said real slow, "Welcome to our home, Eva."

I guess she thought I had a language problem. I met her embrace and could feel her breathing in my perfume. I'm sure I smelled exotic to her, but it was Chanel with heavy dabs of cunt juice behind each ear. I said, "Thank you so much," in my thickest Swedish accent as I turned on the seat and shot a beaver.

"Here, let me help you out." She said while looking at my beaver. Then turning to the others who were crowding in trying to look up my skirt, "Ya'll get back, and stop actin' like you never seen a real girl before. Bonnie, control yore younguns. Beth, get yore boy and put a red on his behind."

The mothers took control and the ten-year-old got his butt smacked for feeling how soft my leg was. He should have felt up by my pussy if he wanted to feel soft. I was at the edge of the bench seat, paused with my legs apart while big momma restored order. While she was distracted, a brave dog squeezed in, stood with his front paws on the running board and licked my beaver. I pulled my skirt up and made a better beaver just as Edna faced me and shit.

"Lord have mercy!"

Everyone closed in again, squeezing in where they could while avoiding the dog. They all stood there with their mouths open, watching their hound lap my shaved twat. I let my left leg hang in the opening between the door and the truck body, the other foot I braced against the inside of the cab, then laid back and moaned. Now, they saw a real Swedish beaver.

Hands were feeling all over both legs, little hands, dirty little hands, and red butt ventured beyond the others with his mother berating, "Randolf, you stop that." When Edna said nothing, she said, "Don't you dare go any higher."

Randy went higher, and was now on the softest part. Mommy said, "Randolf, you stop touching her there."

Now Edna said, "Leave the boy alone, Beth. I don't think she minds. Do you mind, Eva?"

"No, they can touch me anywhere they'd like."

Boy, did that open the flood gates. Three climbed in under my left leg and got on the floor board. Two more ran around to the driver's side and climbed over me to feel my pussy. Hands reached under them to expose and maul my tits.

The dog couldn't get to my pussy for all the hands and Edna shouted, "Damn you, younguns, get your dirty little hands away from her pussy. Can't you see it's being licked? Damnit all, now let the dog lick her pussy. She's had a long trip and you can see she wants her pussy licked. Settle down, all of you. Johnny, get off of her!"

"I can't, Mamaw. She's got me by the dick."

"Oh... well then, Donna, you get down."

"I can't either. She has a finger in my pussy."

True, but it was so easy. How could I resist. I hear Edna say, "Oh... well, try not to crowd her too much."

The little pussy I had my finger in couldn't be over eight, and her Mommy didn't like that. I could hear the adult family member's discussion being carried on in hushed but animated tones with many references to my homeland, customs, traditions, ways. I caught the words hospitality, guest, molestation, obscene, nasty, sinful, and being good hosts, culture, and then I plainly heard, "Culture smulture, Momma, she's nothing but a damn slut, and that god damn slut is molesting my daughter."

And then I heard a loud slap, angry words from Edna, more hushed words: apologize, behave, watch, smile, or move out of my house and support your brats on your own for once in your life.

In the end, they must have agreed to allow me to molest the children, so I pushed the dress up Little Beaver and ate her little cunt for her. Seconds later, the girl's mother, Bonnie, leaned inside the cab to say in a voice brimming with loathing as though spoken with a mouthful of shit mixed with thumb tacks, "Eva, I am sorry I called you a GOD DAMN SLUT!"

I flipped the girl to her back, made myself a good beaver, and lapped while looking into Bonnie's angry red face. I paused and said, "What's a slut?" I then stuck my tongue so far up the girl's hole it folded against her cherry, making her arch up and squeal in delight. Bonnie got a hard smack on her ass which softened her hard expression as Edna said, "A slut is an ingrate daughter who doesn't know where her bread is buttered, but better damn well figure it out or she'll be out on her ass selling pussy to migrant farm hands to put beans on her god damn table."

I pulled the girl's cunt lips wide and laved all over her pussy with a flat tongue, then made my tongue a dick and fucked her hole, then flicked at the shiny pink clit, then sucked it hard, making the girl squeal and squirm, all the while watching Bonnie's facial expressions go the gamut from quiet rage to envy. When I had lust, I eased off the clit and said, "Is that what you think I am?"

She smiled knowingly and said, "No, Eva, you are a guest in our country and a guest in our home. Make yourself right at home, dear. Here, let me get this dress off of my daughter for you."

That was better. Bonnie had to straddle the mutt that was still licking my twat to get the dress off over Little Beaver's head, picking up a few fleas. The little fuckers can jump, and some jumped to her bare legs and were advancing on her pussy judging by the face she made and dance she did. Her squirming child wasn't making the job any easier, so more fleas made the jump, and Edna noticed.

When Bonnie had the dress in hand and was ready to get the hell away from the flea-bitten hound, Edna pulled the front of Bonnie's dress up, then pressed her loins to the dog's back, making Bonnie squeal, "Oh, Momma, no, please!"

"Not so uppity now, are we, Bonnie Sue? You stand there until I say you can step back, and you keep that dress out of the way. Get that dress up! I don't want anything between you and that dog."

"Oh please, Momma. I said I was sorry. You seen me git Donna nekid for her. Fleas are getting all over me, Momma."

"I'm sure they are. I'm sure they're hungry. Maybe after you feed a few hundred fleas, you might think twice before insulting one of our guests."

Bonnie scratched hard at her mound, crying, "Momma, I'll hold Donna's legs apart for her and prove how sorry I am, but please let me git away from this mangy, flea-bitten dog. They're biting me something fierce, Momma."

"Stop scratching at them. You're disturbing their meal. I said feed them. Let them dine on Bonnie pussy. Get your pussy on his fur. Press your pussy right up against his fur, Bonnie Sue."

I could see the S&M mood developing in Bonnie, and by the time her mother ordered her to get her pussy against the dog, Bonnie was ready though she still made a good show of mortification and embarrassment for the sake of the children, all straining their eyes to actually see her pussy. My little beaver wanted to look, so I let her go and she flipped over. I got on my elbows to see. Bonnie had her dress bunched in both hands at her crotch. There was no dress material between her pussy and the dog, but I wanted to see if she wore panties. Evidently, so did Edna.

"Get that dress up where we can see. Get it up around your middle or I'll take the damn thing off."

"Momma, this is embarrassing."

Maybe, but she did it, and she wasn't wearing panties, and we could see the fleas frolicking in her crotch, crawling all over her legs, an infestation that grew worse. I've never seen dogs so full of fleas, and she was just picking up the ones on his upper back. Most are down lower near the tail where he can't scratch. Edna knew that, too.

"Now, slide your pussy down his back nice and slow and pick up the ones at his tail. Give them all a pussy feast."

Bonnie was into it now and could hardly hide it. She slid her cunt down and left a sheen on his short-haired coat as she went. The bitch was sopping wet and made an even better slick as she squatted to get lower down and her cunt opened up. When she got to the tail she stood in a full squat with her knees wide to each side, giving the flea swarm a wide open cunt to swarm on, and they swarmed. Her cunt looked alive, moving, and the swarm spread rapidly up her belly, leaving tiny red dots in their wake where they stopped for a nibble on pristine white flesh.

She was a show stopper. Few people paid attention to me or the dog still licking my twat. I had fleas, too, but not like Bonnie. She now held the dress material bunched just below her braless jugs. When she started her slide, it was down below her belly button. The lower she went, the more skin she felt like exposing. It was all snow white, and never saw any sun. I also gathered that no one else ever saw it. Just by the way the kids were acting, I knew Bonnie was a modest lady.

She wasn't very modest while she rubbed her cunt on the dog's rump, sliding her slimy snatch from the rump area then four inches down the tail and back, over and over. She looked like a horny slut, rubbing herself off on the dog. Edna thought so, too.

"Bonnie, stop rubbing yourself on that dog like a slut. Just hold still."

"I can't hold still, Momma, they're eating me alive."

"Hold still anyway and let them eat you alive in peace."

Bonnie held steady wearing a face of agony, agony because she couldn't rub her horny cunt and that was killing her. It sure looked good. Fleas had been steadily moving under the bunched skirt and were now coming out the top, getting on her neck and face. She said, "Momma, they're all over my breasts and they're biting."

What I heard was, "Momma, they're all over my breasts. Would you like to see?"

Edna heard that, too, and said, "Show us."

"Oh, Momma, no."

"I said, show us."

That was all the nudge she needed. The dress came up to her armpits and both white bulging jugs popped into view, nicely adorned with a few dozen fleas on each alabaster mound with long, hard, lactating nipples leaking mother's milk. The baby was hers and she wasn't a bottle feeder. Tiny red dots all over both breasts proved that she was nursing the fleas like a good Mommy.

I could see Edna loved this and Wilber was finally able see what was under Bonnie's clothes. I must say, I was impressed. Her plain face and baggy dress gave no hint that she had a first class female body. She had a classic hour glass figure with a tiny waist, neat and trim, not an ounce of fat except where it should be. She needed to be naked. Edna thought so, too.

"Bonnie get rid of the dress. We've seen it all, now. You ain't gotta go runnin' off when that baby wants a teat. You kin jus flop it right in his mouth and let him suck on his momma where everyone kin see your big ole titties gettin sucked. You ain't got nothin' to hide, so take the damn thing off."

Bonnie took it off and tossed it behind her. Now, she didn't know what to do with her hands, so she tried to cover her jugs.

Edna said, "Bonnie, stick your chest out proud and let these younguns git a good look at you with no clothes on. Give these younguns a good look at yore nekid body, girl."

Bonnie gave those younguns a damn good look at her nekid body. She placed her hands on her hips and thrust her chest out. She even widened her knees while looking imploringly to her excited mother to plead a case she didn't want to win, saying, "I'm doin' it, Mommy. I'm doin' it good like you want. Now kin I go wash these fleas off? I'll stay nekid if you want me to. I won't ever put no clothes on lessin you say I can, but I gotta get these fleas off me. Momma, thay's eatin' on me somethin' awful."

"I ain't done with you yet, Bonnie Sue. I'm gonna learn you good. You hear me?"

"Yes, Momma. I hear ya. I'll be a good girl, Momma."

Which I took to mean, "Make me do more. I'm ready for anything, now. You're teaching me a good lesson, but I need a real good lesson to make it sink in."

And, of course, Edna heard that, too. Me and Edna were right in sync with each other. She smiles and says, "Good, now you get your hands under him, on his belly."

"Oh, Momma."

Even while she oh momma'd, she was reaching, bending over. Edna said, "Go on, lay your body against his. Get those titties around his neck."

"Oh, Momma, no."

But she did, and her face was now overlooking my lapped beaver and she was staring at it, so Edna said, "Lick with the dog and prove to Eva that you're sorry."

Woah, that came as a surprise! Bonnie gave out another oh momma then brought her head alongside Rover's and started licking. He had to make room because she wanted to lick the pink parts too. They both licked pink parts and each other's tongues in the process, amusing the hell out of everyone.

The dog started licking inside Bonnie's mouth. That put her off the first few times. Everyone laughed when he did that. She got used to the laughs and the deep licking tongue that spent more and more time in her mouth. She laid her cheek against my thigh and licked at my clit with a wide mouth. The dog was more interested in licking her tonsils which thrilled the piss out of her mother and her daughter.

Edna had a hand up her skirt and was giving her twat a good workout, saying, "Are you feeling that dog's cock, Bonnie?" She nodded, yes. "Is he good and hard?" Yes, she nodded. "Are you making it hard for our special guest?" She nodded. "Eva, would you like the dog to fuck you now?"

"Yes, please, but won't I get fleas in your house."

"Bonnie will be getting fleas in the house, but I'm sure the kids will pick all the fleas off of you. They will not be picking any off of Bonnie. She'll be sleeping out on the porch with you. Let's just hope most stay on her. I'm sure if she doesn't disturb them, they'll be content. You won't disturb your fleas, will you, Bonnie?"

Bonnie shook her head. Edna pushed on, "You'll let them crawl all over your body and eat anything they'd like. Isn't that right?" She nodded. What did you expect. "You'll invite them to dine on your juicy pussy parts by keeping your legs wide at all times, won't you, dear?"

This time she raised her head, shook it to dislodge the dog's tongue, then said, "Yes!" Then, she laid her head back down, opened her mouth, and sucked on the dog's tongue. Talk about a slut.

Edna said, "Good, then why don't you help him get mounted."

Bonnie hugged the dog and pulled him up so that his hind legs got settled on the running board, then eased him forward until his front paws rested on my tits. She stroked his nine-inch cock [Note: all cock measurements are educated guesses based on years of field research by the estimator--me.] while aiming it at my hole. Once she got it in my hole, he did the rest, and I soon had ten inches inside.

[With dogs, you always get an extra inch when the sheath pushed back after encountering your cunt. With most, you get an extra three or four, but you have to push for those.]

The mutt fucked me with Bonnie still hugging him. I guess you just can't get enough fleas, but you'd think five hundred would make any slut happy. I didn't count, but I think that's a good guess. The dog seemed happy to be free of their weight. Yes, he was one happy dog, and that was one greatly amused family.

He emptied his happy balls in me then wanted down. I guess he wanted to get away from that flea bitten bitch he had on his back. I've never had a dog so eager to pull out. He squirted and split, leaving Bonnie hugging air. Edna made her get away from me as though she were a leper with head lice.

Bonnie went for her dress, but Edna saw that and said, "Leave that alone." Bonnie was far enough from Edna that the dogs felt safe to approach her. They all surrounded her and poked the curious muzzles into her crotch from all angles. Edna saw this and said, "Get down on all fours, Bonnie. See if you can pick up more fleas."

"MOMMA THEY'LL RAPE ME!"

"LET THEM RAPE YOU IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES TO GET THEIR FLEAS!"

Bonnie's face went ghostly white as she slowly sank to her knees, then fell forward on her hands. The first dog was on her and in her before both hands hit the ground. Everyone gathered around Bonnie to watch her pick up more fleas, leaving me all by my lonesome with dog fuck running out of me.

I got out, picked up Bonnie's dress, and wiped my cunt with it. Call me a slut, will she! The nerve. This was almost too easy, and we still had an hour of daylight. Bonnie was still picking up fleas as I watched the sun set and sipped a mint tea under the shade of a big oak tree, still all by my lonesome, and I didn't have a stitch on. That Bonnie sure knew how to pick up fleas. I decided to take a stroll over.

They were all there, surrounding Bonnie. I came up beside Beth, the younger of the two daughters. She was a bit more open and not as modest as her sister judging by the finger she had in her pussy. I said, "How many more are there left to do?"

"They all been done. They's all getting seconds, now. Momma said she had to keep on till thay don't want no more. Thay's startin' to peter out. I think Bonnie petered out ten dogs ago."

I counted fifteen dogs, and most were finished, off in a cool spot licking their dicks. She had one mounted and one thinking about it. Bonnie was a mass of fleas, ten thousand if there were three. Her face alone had five hundred. I never had that many on me, and what wasn't black and in motion was bright red. They were literally eating this woman alive. I wondered if that many fleas, left to eat, could kill a woman. She did call me a bitch, but that's no reason to kill someone. Still, it is their country, their home. I'm just a guest. I said, "Humm, is your mother trying to kill her?"

"I hope not. I've never seen Momma like this. She ain't tryin' not to."

Momma was naked and getting fucked standing up by Beth's ten-year-old, Mr. Feel, who stood on a box to affect a good connection. Momma had cum running to both feet, and the other two boys stood naked with limp dicks.

I went over to stand beside Wilber who couldn't decide whether to watch his wife getting humped or his daughter getting fleas. I said, "Having fun?"

"Edna sure is. I don't know 'bout Bonnie. Peers to me, that girl has had all the fleas she can stand, and I dare say she's had her fill of mutts. Whatever hole they get in, she gets filled. Some of 'em got her in the mouth. Fucked her throat, they did. Most all the time, she had one in one end and one in taother. If one could get under, they'd a made her water tight. Damndest thing I ever saw in all my born days."

"You know, if Edna leaves those fleas on her, they'll suck her dry over night. She'll die. It happens all the time in Sweden."

"Edna already told her she could take a lye bath if she let all the dogs screw her all they wanted. Bonnie said they could, and that was back at number three, but that was before she got fucked in the mouth. Well, lookie there. He's a goin' back for thirds."

Another dog in full erection mounted her head placing paws on her shoulders, and Bonnie was trying to capture his bobbing and weaving cock with her mouth. This stud was hung, a twelve-incher. Wilber said, "Well, knock me down. I guess she didn't mind that at all. Would you look at that girl tryin' to git that mutt's dick in her mouth."

Bonnie had already captured the cock when Edna, leaning forward with her hands on her knees, shouted, "You suck that dog's dick like a slut, Bonnie. Eva's here. Show her what a slut is. Show your kids while you're at it. Show them how much their Momma likes a good fuck in the mouth by a horny mutt. That's it, bitch, you suck that dog dick right down yor gullet."

Bonnie turned her head sideways to allow more cock to go down her throat and got most of the dog's sheath inside her yawning mouth as well. I've seen good throat fucks and done it myself, but I've never seen it done so well. I've never seen a gullet fuck. What is a gullet, anyway. If it was anywhere near her stomach, she was getting a good gullet fuck.

I see why Wilber said she got fucked in the mouth instead of saying she sucked one off. There is a big difference. One is done to you, the other is done to the dog. If you can keep the dog from moving, you can suck him off, but if the dog has control, you get fucked in the mouth, in the throat, actually. In Bonnie's case, owing to her hard push against the lunges, in the gullet. She was getting her extra four, maybe five inches. Added to the twelve, sixteen inches would put the tip in the gullet. And he was a thick, big-balled puppy, too.

For viewing pleasure, I prefer to watch throat fucking if the bitch is helpless and being raped in the mouth. If the bitch is free and willing, I prefer to watch her suck him off. Bonnie, by offering up her throat and taking him to the balls, made the throat fuck very exciting to watch.

I knew she couldn't breathe, so she had to try to get the dog off using her throat muscles, and we could see her throat working away while leaning in to his humping haunches. His cock knot made a big bulge in her throat. She wouldn't make it. The dog was on his third, and they never cum easily the second time, much less the third.

She tried her best; I'll give her that. Before she blacked out, she pushed the dog out of her throat just enough to gasp several breaths. She looked like a sword swallower unsheathing. When she got to where she could breathe through her nose, she began sucking on the end three inches, preparing for another go at it. The dog, however, couldn't move with Bonnie's oldest boy holding him back by the top of his hind legs.

Bonnie knew her son wasn't saving her from getting fucked in the mouth, because he left too much dick in her mouth. She grabbed the dog's cock and began pumping while hollowing her cheeks with her suction. She bobbed her head on the dong under her mother's constant barrage of vulgar encouragements:

"Suck that mutt's cock, you bitch slut. Suck it good. Make him cum in your fucking mouth, you fucking whore. Show Jethro what a good dog cock sucker his Momma is. Suck the cum right out of that dog's nuts. Suck it and swallow it like a good Momma."

And, like a good Momma bitch, Bonnie put on a great performance, doing her very best imitation of a canine cock sucker. She impressed me, and I don't impress easily.

Bonnie impressed me by the depth of her passion. She loved sucking on that dog's dick, loved having her family watch, loved everything her mother said, loved the kid that lifted the dog up so everyone could see better, loved it when Little Beaver laid prone at her side with her head propped up in her hands, gazing up at her mother's sucking mouth, loved the little girl who used her little fingers to feel around the lips where the cock dick went in, loved the other little girl that held Rover's balls, and adored me for making this possible. My pleasure, slut.

As the Texicans say, "That bitch can flat put a suckin' on a dick!" It wasn't long till we saw the dog go squirt squirt squirt in her cock sucking mouth. Bonnie, like a good bitch slut, sucked and swallowed as the other mutt emptied a load up her ass. Like an even better bitch, she licked his dick for him from tip to balls, and lapped at anything that dribbled from the tip as it slowly deflated.

After both dogs walked away and there were no more takers, Bonnie looked to her mother who was just coming down from her orgasm. She said, "Momma, can I please take that lye bath, now?"

I could see by the look in Edna's eyes, she wasn't through with Bonnie just yet. She came up to her head and told Bonnie to get on her back and open her legs wide, to show everyone her flea-infested pussy. We all gathered at the pussy end as she complied, holding her legs wide by gripping onto her toes. The bitch wallowed in this degradation, and we loved watching her wallow. She made us a great beaver, pulling her ass up while laying those legs out as wide as she possibly could.

Edna stood so that Bonnie was looking up her cum-drenched legs to her cum-drenched cunt. I knew she was going to piss on Bonnie, and she wanted me to stand at her pussy. I assumed a similar stance. I had a straight shot down her gaping twat hole, ready and waiting with a full bladder thanks to three mint teas.

Edna said, "Have you learned your lesson, yet, Bonnie?"

"Yes, Momma. I learned it good."

"Who is the slut and who is the lady?"

"I'm the slut. Eva's the lady. You're a lady, too, Momma."

"That's right, so who will be helping us with our flea problem, getting the fleas off the dogs so that we can kill them a bunch at a time?"

"I will, Momma."

"And how will you do that?"

"I let them fuck me. They can all fuck me."

"What else?"

"I'll suck on their cocks. They can fuck me in the mouth. I'll lick them and suck them. They can cum in my mouth and I'll swallow all their cum. Please, Momma, I need to kill this bunch right away. They're eating me alive, Momma."

"We can see that. Maybe this will help."

That was the signal, but I waited for Edna. She got Bonnie right in the face and I let mine go and filled her twat. Between us we may have washed off a thousand, but they were soon replaced. The little fuckers can jump, even when wet. Bonnie wasn't surprised. She took it well. Wilber helped her up by grabbing onto her finger tips. Even then, he had to flick off fleas. He flicked them onto Bonnie, which I thought was kinda cute.

Beth and her son brought out a big wash tub then filled it with a hose. They added powdered lye and laundry soap, then Bonnie stood in it as they dipped and poured cup after cup over her head. That had to sting but it was relief to her having those fleas wash down to drown in the water. They don't hop in deep water, they just lie and die lye water.

She sat in the tub to wash her cunt, but couldn't take much of that. She stood and got doused. She needed a good deal more dousing. The ones in her hair couldn't be washed out easily, but Edna stopped the washing and ran a hose over her. Bonnie said, "Momma, my hair is still full. There must be hundreds and hundreds. I can feel them running around on my scalp."

"We can see them, but you need to keep some as a reminder. Now step out of the tub and bend over so I can rinse out the lye from your hair so we don't hurt them any more than we have. Don't use your hands. I want to rinse gently so we don't wash any out."

Bonnie didn't whine, she just bent low and got a gentle rinse. Edna had the hose turned down to an easy flow, then inserted the hose up Bonnie's twat. Bonnie shot up straight, but then she had to hold the hose. She looked a pathetic sight holding that running hose up her twat as all that dog fuck and dead fleas ran down her legs.

She was beyond humiliation at this point, as whipped as a bitch gets. When Edna told her to get on all fours with her tits in the mud, she didn't hesitate, got her ass up there real good, then got the hose shoved up her ass. Nothing like a good enema, and she got a good one. She moaned and groaned as her belly bloated, and when water came out as fast as it went in, Edna yanked out the hose. Brown water shot twelve feet in a thick stream.

Edna hosed her ass, then had her stand to hose off the mud, then Bonnie was as good as new. Well, almost--new, but red and raw looking in intimate places, reddish pink in others. She still had a flea problem and they were emerging from her hair to crawl around on her face, wondering what the fuck happened.

Edna came back to look Bonnie in the flea crawling face, smiled, and said, "There, now your little friends have a nice clean bitch for dessert. You don't mind serving dessert, do you?"

"No, Momma."

"Dessert is between your legs. You need to get them between your legs, don't you."

"Yes."

"You'd like to serve them some of your nice fresh pussy, wouldn't you?"

"Yes."

"Put your hands in your hair, let them climb on, then carry them to your twat for your special, homemade, pussy pie--Bonnie pie--fresh fucked and still warm."

Bonnie did it, and the method worked. Edna told her to go sit on the porch steps and serve dessert while she and Beth prepared supper. I went in with the ladies, but the kids stayed to watch dessert being served.

Wilber took me on a tour of their humble home. When we were out of ear shot, in one of the bedrooms, he got his cock out and poked it at my fanny. I gave him a smiling look over my shoulder, then bent over as though finding something interesting to look at on the floor--dirt.

I thought that was a good hint, but he just kept poking at my twat, but not enough to gain entry. Well, shit, if he didn't have at least that much balls, I sure wasn't going to impale myself on his measly six inches. I stood and walked around. He followed close and poked when he could. I bent over frequently so he could poke at the hole itself, then stand, look out a window, poke poke poke.

It was kind of amusing, but what a weeny. I see why Edna trashed her vows. Then Edna caught him poking and popped him with a wet towel. His little weeny went limp limp limp, so he put it back. What a weeny, real nice guy, though.

I was curious about Beth, so I asked Wilber about her. She and Edna seemed close. He explained that Beth has always been a Momma's girl and never complained when Edna started fucking her husband, in fact, when Edna wanted him, she could go to their room and Beth would get up and leave.

Bonnie was always the rebellious one and threw a fit when Edna started screwing her husband. She refused to leave her marital bed, so her husband got fucked in the bed with her in it. She can be a stubborn little bitch, he pointed out, but she was broke in, now, I pointed out.

We made our way to the kitchen where Beth peeled potatoes beside her nude mother, still with semen-streaked legs. I went and knelt behind Beth and pushed her skirt slowly up her legs. She instantly went stiff, then gripped the counter as the skirt pushed over her ass, her bare ass, nice ass, great legs, slim and sexy, shaved even.

Edna stopped what she was doing to observe what I was doing. Wilber got on his knees behind me to check out that pussy he'd never seen, so I placed my palms on her ass and peeled her cheeks open with my thumbs and laid it open for him, Edna too, by this time.

Beth let out a long moaning groan and leaned forward over the counter on her elbows. I'm not sure what type of moan it was: hope, despair, mortification, surrender, desire, need. Who cared; she was being polite to the guest, so we just looked at her pretty pussy, all pink in the crack, wet and slimy, a bit hairy, but not too. We all toyed with her delicate parts. Wilber checked her oil--a quart low. Edna peeled the lips back, so I gave her a few laps and rimmed her hole, and sucked her clit, and rimmed her asshole which got her up on her tip toes, moaning steadily.

I gave her a good tongue fucking suck job that had her collapsed on the counter with her tits in the potato water. That's where she came, and that's where I left her as I advanced on big momma and her juicy twat.

Edna backed to the counter under my advance, but moved her legs apart once she got there next to Beth who was still drowning her tits and trying to get her breath.

The first flat tongue lap up her slimy slit put Edna to moaning. Beth looked over, then stood back to see better, pulling her dress back in place to spoil her Daddy's view. She had a difficult time getting the rear hem past his nose and said, "Daddy, stop sniffing me so I can get my dress down."

Edna said, "Take the dress off and let him sniff you all he wants."

"Yes, Momma."

Off came the dress. Nice tits. Daddy buried his nose in her butt. I don't think she really minded. They all watched me devour a spermy pussy, but Edna watched on quivering legs. I don't think any of those bitches ever had their twat eaten, and I was shocked that Edna hadn't. Clearly, she hadn't. The experience left her speechless, and the orgasm took out her legs. She sank to the floor, and I sank with her so I could lap the girl cum from her hole and finish her off properly.

She sat there in a daze, watching me lap slut slime from her fuck hole. She looked to Beth, and said, "You pay attention to this. See what she's doing, and see you learn how."

If that's the case, I'd better do a little tongue fucking of Momma's ass, so I ran my stiff tongue down to the puckered hole and sent my stiff tongue deep in Edna's ass, which brought her to her back, flat on the floor. She pulled her legs up, laid them out, and said, "Beth, do you see this?"

Now, I was tongue fucking her ass and heard Beth say, "Yes, I see it."

"Get down here where you can see good."

Beth knelt and Edna pulled her head down, almost in it, saying, "Do you see what she's doing?"

"Yes, Momma."

"What is she doing?"

"She's sticking her tongue up your ass, Momma."

"No, she's fucking my asshole with her tongue. You're going to be a good girl and do that for Momma, aren't you, Beth?"

"Yes, Momma."

"Eva, let Beth try."

I got up, Beth got in my place. Beth soon got the hang of it. There's really nothing to it if someone doesn't have you by the head and periodically rubs your face in her cunt. I watched for a few minutes, then left the two love birds to Wilber. He returned to sniffing. Time to see how dessert was going.

Bonnie was still at it, and the kids were still mesmerized by it. I went to stand in front so I could assume a superior pose looking down on her pussy and her pathetic action: one hand in her hair, the other wiping flea riders in her pubic patch. She held her legs a modest six inches apart, hiding the pink parts from the kids more than the fleas.

This woman had no shame and not one ounce of pride left in her, but just had enough not to show pink to children. In fact, my haughty superior pose turned her on. She wiped some off her fingers in her slit, I assume to impress me. I said, "So, are the hungry fleas eating your pussy?"

Her little girl, Little Beaver, came and hugged herself to my right leg. That was perfect. Her mother looked at her daughter, then to me and said, "Yes, they're all biting my pussy. They're very hungry, and they're all eating."

She switched hands as I placed my right on the back of her daughter's head and guided her face to my cunt. I looked down to line up her mouth with my clit. She resisted but not hard. I said, "Lick my cunt, sweetheart."

She licked at my clit. I pressed her head flat to my upper thigh so that her head wouldn't block the tongue action from her mother's view. She lapped at my slit from the side, and Mommy saw every lap.

I drew Mommy's attention away by saying, "That must hurt having all those bugs eating away at your cunt."

"It does. My whole crotch feels like it's on fire."

"Your crotch does look all red. What part of your pussy do they like the most?"

"Inside the lips. It's not so bad if I keep the lips closed so they can't get down in there."

"Oh, yes, the tender juicy parts on a woman. Can I see? Would you open up the lips of your pussy real wide and show me your tender juicy parts between the lips, or would that embarrass you too much with all of these children watching?"

She didn't answer, she just brought both hands to line her fingers along the lips of her cunt, then pulled her lips wide, presenting me and everyone else the ultimate view of a cunt. We just stared as fleas by the score poured over the edges out of the forest of her pubic hair and swarmed into the clearing of her pink smorgasbord. There weren't many in there before she opened herself up, but there were after a few seconds.

When she let go, they'd be trapped in there. When fleas feel trapped, they bite and bite and bite trying to get whatever it is that has them trapped to move. I know. I've trapped a few.

By the way, fleas don't actually eat, they suck blood like a mosquito. They have a needle-like thing they pierce a surface blood vessel with. That doesn't hurt much, and it doesn't do much harm. Even thousands can't drink that much. They also have mandibles and can bite like a fire ant. Smart dogs learn not to scratch at their fleas. Infested dogs, even dumb ones eventually learn. You never saw Wilber's dogs scratching or making sudden movements except when they were fucking.

Fleas on a fucked bitch do a lot of biting, especially where the action is. Sometimes, I love getting fucked by a flea infested mutt because the pleasure and pain mix is exquisite. I didn't have to tell that to Bonnie. That is what drove her to ecstasy. Pain without the pleasure is another matter, and she learned not to disturb her pubic fleas while making a transfer. She was a smart bitch. She caught on fast.

I said, "My, they sure do love eating on those pink pussy parts, although yours are more red than pink. I guess it got that way when the dogs were fucking your pussy. You do get a lot of fleas inside the lips when a dog is fucking you, and they hate being jostled. Is that what made your cunt so red, Bonnie?"

"Yes."

"I can imagine. You sure took a lot of doggie dicks in your pussy, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"How many fucked you in the cunt?"

"I don't know. Most got me there."

"In your pussy?"

"Yes, in my pussy."

"I guess you had a lot of fleas inside the lips that were pretty pissed off, huh?"

"Yes, and they were very pissed off."

"Yes, I can imagine, what with all those dicks fucking you one after another. Yeah, I can see they bit the shit out of you. Nasty. These guys don't look pissed. It looks like they're sucking but not biting."

"They are."

"That's good. That must be the dessert they were looking for. Is this what you've been doing, bringing some down, then opening yourself up so that they can get at the tender and juicy parts of your pussy so that they can have a good suck on your tender morsels? They sure do love your clit."

Thanks to my stalling action, which Bonnie played along with, her tender and raw red parts were now almost black with excited fleas and they were all feasting on the blood that is so close to the surface in that area of the body. Bonnie was showing her discomfort, but when she let go, she'd know fire. She finally managed to say, "I haven't been, no. I've been trying to keep them out."

"Oh, then you probably don't want to hold your pussy wide open then, do you?"

"Not really, no. Have you seen enough?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

And then she let go and closed her legs. Bad move, but what a beautiful face of agony to go with such a delightful writhing squirm, but not a peep out of her. Impressive. Sweat beaded heavy on her anguished brow as she strained to hold in her scream, but she didn't scream. She did get wise and got those legs out wide, wide as she could get them, nothing less than the splits to take enough pressure off by parting the lips.

She had to lie back to get her legs to part wide enough. She'd have to keep them there, and now the hungry little fuckers could dine at their leisure on her tender goodies. And now, the little kiddies had a nice big beaver to gaze on, and they were all gazing on it and in it.

Oops, I guess I did a bad thing, so I picked up her little darling and carried her into the house, saying, "Show me where your Mommy sleeps, precious. We need a bed if we're going to get real nasty."

Ooops, I sure hope Mommy didn't hear that, but I'm sure she did. I am so bad.

A great deal of raunchy decadence occurred that night, but to go into every act would bore you. I did not sleep on the porch. Bonnie did and had all those dogs to herself. Before bedding down with them, she had to fuck and suck them all to get as many fleas as she could, then take another lye bath. Very amusing.

I slept in the big bed with Edna and Bonnie's boys with Wilber sitting in a chair at bedside, stroking his pathetic dick.

We had Beth bound, spread-eagled on her own bed. We turned her over to the rest of her kiddies after getting her son mounted in the saddle. She didn't get much sleep. When I peeked in on her the following morning, Little Beaver was fucking her with a toilet plunger--no, the handle end. Junior was getting a blow job. I just waved good bye. She waved back.

We had a nice breakfast--me, Wilber, and Edna--then Wilber drove me to the road where I could thumb. On the way out, I stepped over Bonnie's flea infested carcass. She looked like she'd been left out in the sun too long. She looked severely dehydrated, sprawled on her back with both legs drawn up tight to her ass and her knees laid flat. She'd found a comfortable way to expose her interior flesh and was serving breakfast.

I went and squatted at her ass and peered into her gaping slit. Her cunt--red, raw, and swollen--was a black mass of happy little fleas, feasting on pussy innards. I said, "Serving breakfast, I see."

I placed index fingertips on the outside of each knee and slowly drew them up and together, saying, "You should try to keep your legs together, Bonnie. You'll attract flies if you're not careful."

As her legs came closer together, the fire in her slit grew hotter and hotter. Her head lolled on her shoulders and moans escaped her lips. When her knees touched, I released my fingers, brushed the few fleas I'd picked up onto her body, then stood. As I expected, she kept her legs together.

She could barely open her eyes or speak, but she managed to utter something. I got down, as close as I dare, to try to hear again. The little fuckers can jump, you know?

She said, "I hope you had a pleasant stay."

I smiled and said, "Oh, yes, it was lovely. I finally got a chance to experience real American culture. I hope my visit was no imposition."

"None at all. Ya'll come back, now, ya hear."

As I climbed into the cab of the truck, I could hear Edna yelling, "Bonnie, you flea bitten bitch. Get your ass off this porch so we can hose you off. Lord have mercy, girl. You and your fleas. It's not enough that I have to feed your younguns, now I have to feed your fleas, too. You're going to eat us out of house and home just trying to keep meat on your bones. Git on out there in that yard, you flea bag bitch."

I looked back to see Bonnie drag her flea-bitten carcass down the porch steps with her mother swatting her between the legs with a fly swatter. Fleas hate that. I told Edna never to swat fleas with a fly swatter, that it drives them mad, but I guess she didn't hear, or wasn't paying attention, or just didn't give a damn. She swatted Bonnie's fleas all the way out to the mud hole in the front yard.

I turned to face front, then looked to Wilber, smiled, and said, "Edna looks happy."

"Never seed her this tickled, thas fer shore."

"What about you, Wilber? Are you happy?"

"Happier than a fat hog in a waller. I sneaked out and got me some a Beth's pussy last night. Could a got me some a Bonnie's pussy, too, but that bitch was so ate up with fleas, the danged dogs wouldn't get near her. Them fleas shore ate her ass up. Never seen anything like it in all my born days, no sir, never did. I'll tell you something else. Edna ain't gonna stop feedin' Bonnie to the fleas as long as Bonnie and her younguns is eatin' our groceries."

"I got that impression."

"Yes sir, she don't even want anymore of 'em kilt. Ain't gonna be no more lye baths. She's jus gonna hose 'em off in the yard to give Bonnie a breather, spell her a while so she can fatten her up. Them dogs'll git them fleas back on 'em, then Bonnie's goin' ta git 'em all back again, only we raisin' 'em now. Ahm a got dam flea farmer. Ain't dat sumpin', me a dam flea farmer."

"Just see that Bonnie gets plenty to eat and drinks lots of fluids. She'll raise you a herd any Texican would be proud to own."

Wilber coughed up spittle, slapped the steering wheel, and cried, "Das a damn fact, shore nuff! That'd make a Texican might proud... well shit fuzzy, Miss Eva. I guess this here is where we part company. I shore do thank you fer all ya dun. Ain't never gonna fergit it. An ah'll tell you what. Bafore ah die, ahm gonna buy me a train ticket to Sweden, and I jus might end up stayin' there. Maybe we'll see each other agin."

I gave him a kiss, smiled, and said, "I'll be waiting at the train station. When I get back to Sweden and get settled, I'll write and give you my address. You just let me know when your train arrives and I'll have every little girl in the village, lined up on the platform, nekid and ready to sniff or fuck."

"Well, then ah'll be a sniffin' and a fuckin' shore nuff."

Another happy family left in my wake, and wouldn't you know it, another old farm truck stopped to pick me up.

"Howdy Ma'am. Where ya headed?"

"Reno. Say, is this a four speed?"

"Shore is."

"Oh, goody. Can I shift for you?"

[a moment, please]

"Okay, you're in first."

"Hooooleeee shit! Where did you come from, miss?"

"Sweden. Why aren't you going? Don't girls in America do it this way?"

"Sweden, huh? No, cain't say thay do. Well, hang on. Here we go."

And there we went.

"Oh, boy, railroad tracks! I gotta get it in second! Oh boy! Doubles"

[Bumpity Bumpity Bumpity Bumpity Bumb... Bumpity Bumpity Bumpity Bumpity Bump]

YOHWEEEE YIPPIE YAHOOOWE! YIP YIP YIP YIP YAHOO!

"Well, shit fuzzy! Want I should back over 'em agin'?"

"Would you, please? Where's reverse--over right and up?"

"No, left and down."

"Really! How nice, three fucking gears. I like this truck."

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Chains of Love


Since running away from my home in Sweden, I'd been bumming around America, going from job to job playing the role of a sexy Scandinavian maid. I was perfect for the part: tall, fair, blonde, busty, slim, and sexy as hell. I'd been fucking since the age of six, so I knew how to be sexy, and now at nineteen, with a body that made attractive hunks trip, I was dangerous, looking for sexual adventures.

I had been hanging out in Soho, taking a breather from a rather heavy torture gig that got me way in over my head. This rich pig wanted his new wife tortured to death. I'd never done anything like that, and he seemed confident that we could get away with it. The money was great, so I signed on to do the job. It was pretty gruesome, and he wanted it to last as long as possible. I was getting a grand a week. I lasted five weeks, but there wasn't much left of her to torture, and she'd lost her mind. The bitch just wouldn't die. I split before he started on me.

While laying low, I got word that an attorney in L.A. wanted to hire me. I immediately think set-up. L.A. was where we did it. Weeks passed when curiosity got the best of me and I called the number. The guy sounded sincere and offered to fly me down there just to talk about it. I thought there'd be no harm in that, but I made him fly to me in Vegas. It was dumb to remain in California after what I'd done.

He gave me a quick rundown and instantly put me at ease, but I had to fuck him or he'd never be able to focus on anything but my fun parts. I took him by the hand and said, "I have a room. I can see that you need some blonde pussy. Your wife must be a dark brunette."

He followed like a love-struck puppy, saying, "She is. She's very dark. She's from the Mediterranean--Corsica. I think you'll like her. She's very beautiful, very sexy, a classy lady."

We were in the elevator. I shushed him with a finger and said, "You don't have to sell me on her. I'm bisexual. As long as she's not a fat pig with canker sores on her cunt, I'll love her."

He smiled. Once in the room, we wasted no time. I flopped on the bed and made him a good beaver. I think he was a bit disappointed to see a bald pussy between my legs. I said, "I'm a true blonde. Look close at the roots. Even my eye lashes are light. When I wash off the mascara, you'll have your proof."

He smiled, then crawled on his knees to get his nine-inch slender cock lined up with heaven's gate. I liked his cock. He had a good ass fucker, but he wanted some blonde pussy. He got it, but had to hang on. Afterward, he collapsed over me, panting. I said, "That was a sample. The next one will cost you."

"How much?"

"One hundred, but my contract rate is the way to go."

"A grand a week, or have your prices gone up?"

"Okay, I'm out of here."

"No, no! Please, I'm on the level."

"Yes, and I know who you've been talking to. I'm not interested."

"But, you don't know what the job is."

I wasn't sure he knew what the last one was other than my fee. I relaxed and said, "I'm listening."

"My wife has this bizarre fantasy. She's had it as long as I've known her. She's been after me to make it real, as real as possible, but I never could. Now, she's demanding and threatening to find a man who will if I can't."

He seemed very sincere. I relaxed more. "Go on. What's her fantasy?"

"Slave in a dungeon, chained, naked, abused, mostly by an evil woman, the Duchess. She's into everything that goes with that--severe whipping, tit torture, twat torture, impalements, you know, huge objects shoved up her cunt and ass. The woman can take a baseball bat up her ass or her pussy. Actually, a baseball bat won't even touch the sides of her pussy, and she had an unnecessary hysterectomy to make more room. She can take the fucker almost to the handle."

"You didn't care about a blonde pussy, you just wanted something you could feel."

"No, I wanted a blonde. I get plenty of pussy with her consent. She ruined her pussy after our last child was born eight years ago. She would not let it shrink back. Right away, she puts this six-inch diameter wax plug in her cunt, and she wore that for a month. That did the trick. It'll never go back. It doesn't look all that bad, a bit baggy, but you can stick your foot in there past the ankle. She'd love it if you did."

"I'm liking this. Tell me more."

"You may not like this. She's a shit freak. She fucking eats it, her own or anyone else's."

"Ohh, that's nasty. I suppose she washes that down with piss."

"She will, but she's not into piss. You don't seem very shocked. I guess you've seen it all, huh?"

"I haven't seen that. I have run into a lot of piss freaks."

"Well, you just ran into another one."

"You?"

"Me. I love anything to do with pissing, especially pissing on or in a beautiful woman. I'd love to see you piss all over her. I'd love to see you piss in her face, in her mouth, in her hair."

"I'll bet you'd flip if I made her suck and swallow all of my piss."

"You're, god damn right, I would!"

"Is there anything else I should know?"

"Yes, somehow, we have to get my kids comfortable with this without them finding out that their mother is one sick bitch. Brenda couldn't live with that, but she loves the idea of them knowing what goes on in the cellar. We've been playing this game all through our marriage, usually for a week or two at a time. We stage a big fight, then I drag her to the cellar, chain her up, and whip the shit out of her."

"Do they know what goes on?"

"They know she's naked down there, chained to the wall, and they know she gets whipped. They can hear that. My oldest daughter, Rachel, sneaks food and drink to her, so they know the conditions and the abuse she has suffered. Rachel is the only one that goes down there. She keeps the others out. I doubt she's told them all she's seen. She has seen some pretty heavy shit--whip marks, impalements, tit torture, clit torture, her mother smeared with shit, the works. She leaves her as she finds her. Her mother insists. She told Rachel she must never let her father know she has a key and brings food."

"Tell me about Rachel."

"Well, she's sixteen, dark like her mother: long, straight hair; a little on the petite side; big brown eyes, a china doll with a good tan, cute as all hell."

"Is she built?"

"Not like her mother, but she has the potential. I don't think her tits will ever make it to a D-cup. Right now, I think she wears a B-cup. It might be a C. Hell, I don't know. She has a comfortable handful, and I'm sure they don't flop around. The rest of her is a straight line to the feet, no hips at all. I used to tease her that she had to run around in the shower to get wet; but she has tits now; and besides, all teasing ended after she saw what I was doing to her mother. That was three months ago."

"Are you fucking her?"

"Hell, no, she hates my guts. Besides, Brenda would cut my nuts off if she ever found out."

"I can fix that. Do you want to fuck her?"

"Well, I uh... hell yes, what man wouldn't? How could you fix it? She won't let me near her. I think if I so much as touched her, she'd scream her lungs out. It is really awful what this has done to my relationship with my kids, Eva. I'm doing this to try to get some of that back. I don't care if they think I'm the sick one, but I want them to love me despite my sickness. Is that possible given what they know, or think they know, and must always keep thinking?"

"Leave that to me, but yes, it is possible. Tell me about the others. You said you had six."

"Yes, four girls and two boys. Next is Pete. He's fourteen, typical fourteen-year-old boy, horny all the time. I think there's a part of him that thinks what I'm doing is cool, and I know he'd give his left nut to get down in that cellar. His sexy mother has given him hardons from the age of five."

"He probably does love it. He'll be easy."

"I think so, too. Cindy is thirteen, just filling out nicely and in good proportions. She has more of my features. Her eyes are bright blue and she has the cutest smile, all dimples. She's my little angel, or she used to be. Now, she's afraid of me, almost as bad as Rachel, but I can still give her a hug. She'll let me, but she's stiff the whole time."

"She'll be real easy. We'll take that one to bed with us first thing. We'll have us a ball, and she'll be Daddy's little girl when I get through with her."

"WHAT! Eva, she's just a kid."

"Hey, I was six when I took my first cock. Hell, she's past her prime."

"Eva, we never considered getting the kids involved, and molesting them has never been discussed."

"Will you let me deal with Brenda. I know you'd like to be fucking those girls, wouldn't you?"

"Well, that depends. I'd love to fuck them, but I couldn't molest any of them, or stand by while someone did."

"That'll make it harder. They'll have to be seduced, one at a time. If I can seduce them for you, will you fuck 'em?"

"I, uh... well, yeah, sure, I suppose, but I'd need proof that Brenda was onboard."

"You are really being difficult. She'll be onboard by the end. You'll just have to trust me on that and take a chance. I'll know when she's ready to entertain the idea, and seeing you doing inappropriate things with those girls is a key step along the way. We take it slow and easy, see how she responds, then keep upping the ante until you can fuck any one of them over her face."

"Fuck! I can't even imagine that. What are you thinking is doing something inappropriate to start off?"

"Oh, say Cindy is hugging you around the hips and you have your hand on her ass, and you're both watching me piss all over her, and she can see that Cindy loves it. She's responding to the hand squeezing her ass, and she reaches over and rubs your hard cock with her mother watching."

"Damn, that's inappropriate, but if she saw Cindy being the aggressor... I don't know. That might make a big difference. If you were taking a shit on her it would be better, but then I can't see Cindy responding to that."

"Don't you believe it. Kids her age are in that stage. They love pottie games. If she saw me take a shit on her bound and helpless mother, I wouldn't be surprised if the horny little bitch unzipped you, hauled out your cock, and started sucking it."

"Oh fuck!"

He rolled on me and oh-fucked me. I got him off, then pushed him off, saying, "That just cost you a cool hundred, cowboy. We haven't agreed to any deal, yet. Pay up."

"Shit, you run a tight ship."

"Business is business. I'm serious. Pay up."

He reached for his pants, got out his wallet, and handed me a crisp C spot. We laid side by side. I said, "All right, let's move on. Who's next?"

"Tammy, she's eleven, just starting puberty. She's a precocious little shit with a little devil in her. I'd bet a cool grand that Pete's been poking her for some years. He's always broke and she has plenty. I'd fuck her or let any of my associates fuck her, because I know she'd love it, and I doubt Brenda would be too upset. We know we have a little whore in Tammy, and we're pretty sure she's a working whore. We did talk about her, and Brenda said that if I had to mess around with any of them, restrict it to Tammy and try to jew her down. I forgot about that. Maybe we should start with Brenda seeing Tammy doing something inappropriate."

"No, it wouldn't have the impact. So far, Cindy sounds perfect--Daddy's little girl."

"Yes, she used to be."

"Who's next?"

"Mark. He's ten. He's a momma's boy, and this is all very upsetting to him. He's scared shitless. He's going to be a problem."

"Not if we give him a new mommy."

"You?"

"Don't you think I'd make a good mommy? I'll let him nurse. Momma's boys love to nurse. I'll let him nurse on me while his former mommy nurses on my pussy."

"Jesus Christ. Brenda would shit."

"If she does, she'll eat it."

"Damn."

"And the last one?"

"Suzie, the baby. She's eight. She's a hard one to figure out. She doesn't seem upset by what I'm doing. She'll even get up on my lap and snuggle with me after I've been down in the cellar whipping the shit out of her mommy. She'll usually say something like, 'Mommy's been a bad girl, huh, Daddy?' She's very curious and always trying to pry details out of me."

"She's typical for her age. She'll adjust easy. The way I see it, without having met any of them, Rachel poses the only problem, and I think Rachel may be getting off on this, and her biggest problem is accepting that fact."

"I don't know, Eva. She hates this."

"It would look that way to you. If she really hated this, there's a lot of things she could do to stop it."

"Such as."

"Going to the authorities. Talking to a school counselor. Giving you an ultimatum to stop or she'll report you. She could take pictures and blackmail you into stopping. Those are just the obvious things that occurred to me. I'm sure I could think of a dozen ways she could screw you over royally. Has she done anything?"

"No, nothing I'm aware of. She hasn't taken any pictures or even suggested it. You know, that is odd now that you mention it. Brenda did say she thought Rachel got turned on by the impalements and cunt torture. She's fascinated by what she sees. She attends to Brenda's cunt more than anything else. Nothing sexual, mostly doctoring and cleaning."

"What does she see?"

"I place heavy duty alligator clips on her clit, labia, and inner lips. The clips, usually ten or twelve, have strings attached. These are tied to a beam overhead and pulled tight."

"I'd like to see that."

"It is a sight. With Brenda's flabby pussy, her cunt stretches out real nice. She can hang by her cunt if we use enough clips and spread them out. I tape a two-by-four to her legs so she's in the splits and haul her up so that her head is a foot off the ground. She also has her arms bound tight behind her back with clips on her nipples. Those are tied to an anchor bolt in the floor. She loves severe binding. Her tits are so stretched out now that her three-inch nipples are by her ears when she's in this position."

"Damn. Has Rachel ever seen her like that?"

"Yes, quite often, and with a thick bat up her ass or cunt, sometimes both. Plus, she's seen so many needles sticking in her mother's twat it looks like a pin cushion. Her tits, too. She'll pull all the pins out to do her doctoring and washing, then she has to put them back in so that I won't know."

"And you wonder if Rachel loves it. Give me a break. What else?"

"Then there's the safety pin through the clit or nipples with weights attached to it. She's been burned by everything from hot wax to cigars. She's been branded so many times, they overlap. She looks like she's wearing a scar tissue two-piece bathing suit. I'm serious. After years and years of this abuse, there's just no unmarred flesh in those areas, and she's not happy unless it leaves a scar."

"That settles it, then. One picture of that, whether Mommy likes it or not, and Rachel would own your ass. She obviously doesn't want to own your ass or even slow you down. Her actions are telling you to keep this up. It's herself she's hating. She doesn't love herself and doesn't want to be loved, but I can turn her around fairly quickly and easily. She needs a girl friend who understands and can make her feel normal, beautiful, and sexy."

"You're sure?"

"Absolutely. I'll have no problem with Rachel. She needs an understanding friend she can talk to. Just give me two days of no involvement. Bring me in as a hired nanny or maid, make me wear a ridiculous costume that leaves me practically naked, and make me sleep with you. I have just the costume, and I can act helpless and powerless. You'll have me deported unless I cooperate fully."

"That would still make me the bad guy."

"That won't matter. You're sick. You need love. You're still their daddy."

"You know more about this than I do. I guess I'll play the heavy."

"Do, but be affectionate to all the kids. Be love starved, and act mean when you don't get it, but not mean to them. Take it out on me and Mommy, me especially because that they'll see what happens to me."

"How mean?"

"I love a good belting as long as you don't break skin, and a good crack in the crack can make me cum. Just don't use anything thin. Something pliable and soft about an inch thick is perfect, makes a lot of noise, but won't do any damage. I have that, too. Use my lambskin strap and you can hit me between the legs as hard as you can. No one has ever been able to hit me so hard that I didn't want another, and when the end gets good and wet, it makes a loud crack like a bull whip. You get me naked in front of six kids, and I'll give you a wet pussy to hit."

"Damn, should I tie you?"

"No, order me into any position you want me in. Make me hold the pose while you whip to your heart's content. That's much more effective than tying. That proves how absolutely helpless and desperate I am. We'll need that when you have me doing all the dirty work to their mother. I'll be able to do anything to Mommy and still be their friend."

I got down on the floor, on my back, then raised my hips up and held them high using my hands for support. With my shaved beaver straight up, I fanned my legs down to either side until my toes touched the floor on either side of my head, six feet apart. I said, "Do you think you can hit a target like this?"

He was off the bed, looking down on my wide oval beaver, trying to see my tonsils. He said, "Fuck! I wish Brenda were here to see this."

"Here's another you might like."

I stood and grabbed the foot of the bed at the feet end, then raised one leg straight overhead, my toes pointing at the ceiling, holding my leg up by wrapping my free arm around the thigh. "Can you hit that?"

"Fuck, yes. I like this one. Pete will cum in his BVDs."

"Whip it, then invite him to fuck it. You'll make a friend for life."

"God damn, Eva. I gotta have me some of this."

"Show me the money first."

"Damn, can't we strike a deal, now?"

"I suppose. A grand a week in advance, and you and Brenda do not communicate with each other in any way. One slip, and it's all over. You can tell her that, but that's all. Also tell her that if she ever tries to stop this, it stops for good. She can whine, cry, and beg, but if she comes out of character, I'm gone. If she wants this done right, she had best resolve herself to being stuck for the duration, and I'm setting that at six months."

"Damn, Eva! Six months?"

"Six months, no less without calling it off. Either of you can call it off by simply saying, 'I've had enough, Gretchen.' That's my real name."

"Well, as long as she can cry uncle, I see no reason why not. Okay, I'm agreeable, but we're talking twenty-one grand. I was thinking of spending no more than five. We're not rich."

"That's my price, and I want it in cash at the start of each week. No cash, no play. Take it or leave it."

"All right, but I don't have a grand in cash on me."

"Do you have another hundred? We can shake on it later when you have the grand."

"Fuck. Can we at least deduct what I spend on quickies?"

"Don't get cheap with me. You don't have to fuck me, you know."

"Yes, I do. Here, here's your hundred."

"Just toss it on the bed. My hands are full."

"Okay, can I fuck you, now?"

"You paid. Just follow that line of cum up my leg. There's a hole up there somewhere."

"By god, you're right. There's two."

"Pick one, but don't go back and forth."

He sank his cock in my buttery asshole and swooned, "Damn, Eva, you're something else. I've never entered an ass this easy. Pete's going to shit a brick."

"Wait till Brenda sees Rachel kneel and lick my cunt with your fuck in it."

"Oh, god damnit! Oh, you bitch! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

"Sorry, I guess I shouldn't have said that, huh? I'm such a naughty girl."

"Oh, Jesus... you're killing me, Eva."

"Had enough?"

"Fuck no, but I've had enough hundred-dollar quickies. We have got to get to L.A. right away before the fucking banks close."

"Let me freshen up and slip something on. Shall I leave the panties off?"

"No, in fact, wear as much as you can. I need the rest of my cash for gas. If I see that pussy one more time, we'll be stuck in the desert."

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We made it to L.A. just in time. He gave me my grand and we shook on the deal. We then got a room at the Waldorf and we screwed all night long. We checked out at ten the following morning. I wore my Swedish maid costume with a light coat over it. That costume can't be worn outdoors without immediate arrest. There's not much to it. The top doesn't cover my tits, it just supports them from below. The back is completely open to the middle of my ass crack, and the hem of the skirt just crests the top of my mound, leaving my pussy exposed even when standing. The effect is stunning, breath taking, and worn with five-inch spike heels can give a male porn star a heart attack.

My pussy stays slobbery wet when I wear that costume, and Brad kept reaching between my legs as we drove, marveling at my wetness. We drove east for almost an hour before pulling off the freeway into a suburb community of expensive homes. I looked to Brad and said, "Not rich, huh?"

"Don't let this fool you. I'm deeply in debt. I'll have to go even deeper to keep you on."

"You'll manage."

"That's what I'm afraid of. That's my place on the left. Disappointed?"

The house was a bit more conservative, but it was still impressive to me. Any home with a circular drive impresses me. In Sweden, driveways are impressive. He opened the door for me and I said, "I should have had to open the door for you. You need to get your master hat on, or you'll blow this at the start."

"You're right. I wasn't thinking. Okay, I'm thinking, now. Let's go, bitch. Move!"

As we walked toward the front door, and he swatted my ass, I said, "Don't overdo it, Buster! A maid can run away if the abuse is constant. Hold me with the promise of a secure easy life while being firm and demanding but never intolerable. It wouldn't look right otherwise."

He stopped me right outside the front door and spoke softly, saying, "We should have been discussing this on the way over. I'm confused. How the hell am I going to whip your cunt?"

"You don't until tomorrow. You give me a taste of luxury. You give me great sex. You show me how sweet you can be, then you teach me a lesson the first time I act spoiled. You put me in my place, but only after I don't want to leave this comfortable home with all those kids that need me and love me."

"Hummm, okay. Makes sense. I guess I should go in with my arm around you?"

"Yes, clutching me possessively with your hand on my bare ass. You've been screwing me all night. That should be obvious to them. You forced me to wear this obscene costume, and I am still mortified, deeply shamed, but I can't hide anything or stop you from touching me. I'm frightened and all alone. I want to run, but I have nowhere to go, no money, and no clothes. By the way, you need to get rid of any clothes that would fit me."

"Only Brenda's clothes would fit you. That'll be easy."

"Do it right away, but also make Rachel go through all of her things with you so she knows what you're up to. Take anything that might remotely fit, especially panties. Have her remove the ones she's wearing, and don't give her any privacy."

"She's not ready for that, Eva. The kid is extremely modest, and what about school. She has to have them for school."

"I don't think there's a girl alive that hasn't fantasized walking around without panties on, especially in school. If she had no choice, she'd love it. Girls that age are finally beginning to realize that the nasty crack between their legs makes the world go around, and guys will kill for a peek at one."

"That may be, but I don't see Rachel as one of them. I think she's still in the nasty crack stage. She's developed up top, but not below. I've seen no evidence. At least Cindy and Tammy, even little Suzie, show the form of a pussy in a bathing suit. Rachel looks like a mannequin."

"Rachel has a twat that blossoms when she's aroused. Her pussy is set further back between her legs. Girls with tucked cunts absolutely love seeing their cunts blossom, and I have never seen a cunt blossom like a tucked cunt. Girls with cunts that are always full out there where they can easily see it get bored seeing it. Trust me. Rachel will blossom for you and you'll be amazed at what you see."

"I still can't send her off to school without panties."

"Look, she'll find some panties she can keep in her locker, but she'll go to school with a naked cunt and return home with one, and she'll stay slimy cunted all day long. Just do it, Brad, and be firm with her. She knows what you're capable of. She'll drop her panties if she doesn't piss them first."

"All right, damn it. I'll do it."

We entered and found four kids waiting: Rachel, Cindy, Pete, and little Suzie. They were all at the dining table and sat staring at us with their eyes wide and mouths open. Brad was doing good, and I was doing better, covering my face in my hands and trembling while he squeezed my bare ass. Peeking through fingers, I watched the kids.

Brad said, "Where is Mark and Tammy?"

Rachel said, "They're in Tammy's room."

"Go get them. The rest of you take a seat in the living room."

He pushed me along as the kids joined us in their spacious living room. The kids took seats on the sofa, checking out my goodies. Cindy was in awe. Pete had a hardon he was trying to conceal. Suzie looked like she'd burst out in giggle fits. Rachel, when she returned, looked pissed and plopped on the long sofa with folded arms, staring daggers at her father while giving frequent glances to my cunt. Pete was a tit man, but Rachel was a cunt gal. More and more, she kept staring between my legs and looking less pissed each time.

Tammy ran into the room, then stopped suddenly on seeing me and went, "Wow! Who is she?"

"Take a seat, Tammy."

Tammy, all eyes, sat beside Pete and looked to his crotch and smiled. Mark entered, took one look at me, and froze. Brad told him to sit and he sat huddled next to Rachel. She placed a protective arm around him, and he laid his head against her breast. She was the substitute mommy.

Brad said, "This is Eva, our new maid. She's from Sweden, and she's in this country illegally, so you don't say anything about her being here, and keep your friends away. She is not to leave this house for any reason. Is that clear?"

Heads nodded. I sobbed. I'm so good. Brad said, "Tammy and Cindy, I want you to gather up all of your mother's clothes, everything she owns, and place them in the trunk of my car."

Rachel fired back, "What are you planning to do to Mom?"

"Nothing, I just don't want Eva getting any bright ideas about taking a stroll. I know she won't go anywhere unless she has something to wear." He shoved me toward the sofa after Tammy and Cindy left, saying, "You get acquainted with the kids. Rachel, come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"Just come with me and don't ask questions."

I wasn't about to miss this, so I ran after him and clutched his arm, crying, "Please don't leave me!"

"Oh, all right, but you'd best get over this shyness." He pushed Rachel toward the stairs and we followed her up. He told her to head for her room. She has lovely legs, a little thin, but I love thin legs on a sexy girl, and she was definitely a C-cup, a nice pert C. God, I was juicy. This girl was absolutely gorgeous, and I could not tear my eyes from those sexy legs of hers. I have never seen such creamy soft looking skin. I wanted to lick her from head to toe.

Once in her room, a room I'd have killed for, she faced us with a show of angry defiance, as though he brought her there to rape her. She wished. I know hard nipples when I see them, and her little nubbins were poking through a tight bra. Her panties were already wet. I'd lay a cool grand on that.

Brad told her to lay out all of the clothes from her chest of drawers, then he went to her closet. She wouldn't move, so I started as a good maid should. She went to the walk-in closet and said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm checking to see what you might have that she could get into."

"Leave my dresses alone. She could never get any dress of mine over her hips even if the bust fit, and none will."

"Do you have anything lose?"

"No, I don't wear anything loose, you know that. What are you doing, making her a prisoner here?"

He got in her face and said, "You ask too many questions. What I do is none of your business, understood?"

She said, "Do what you want, but leave me out of it."

He fired back, "You drop that attitude right now, Rachel. I don't take any shit off your mother, and I sure as hell won't take any off of you. If I want you involved, you'll be involved up to your fucking ears, do you understand that, you little bitch!"

I was impressed. That took the wind out of her sails and put a nice rosy blush in her cheeks. He turned her and propelled her back into the room with a good swat to her ass. Now, she had two rosy blushes, and she rubbed one. The change in Rachel was one-eighty after that slap. She was ready for anything, just waiting and looking a little impatient to get it started.

I was laying out the last of her things, folding her panties as Brad rifled through everything else. He handed me the loosest pair of shorts and told me to put them on. I got them a little way up my thighs, which gave Rachel the excuse to stare at the top of my thighs. I managed to get a few of her stretchier T-shirts on, so he tossed them in the to-go pile. He then tossed all of her panties in the to-go pile which had Rachel's eyes wide and made her cry out, "Daddy, you can't get rid of my panties!"

"I can't? I just did. Take off the pair you have on."

"WHAT!"

"You heard me--right here, right now. Take them off, or I'll take them off for you."

I knew they were coming off but wanted to see how she'd take them off. A girl can remove panties two ways--without showing anything, and while showing everything. She can reach under the skirt and hook the crotch, or go for the waist band and keep a gap between the top of the panties and the hem of the skirt as she pushed them down.

She stalled for just a few seconds, then pulled her skirt well past the waist and went for the waist band with her thumbs while pinning the skirt up with her wrists. She was good. She pushed down while keeping the skirt pinned by applying just enough pressure to keep the skirt material from slipping while her arms slid over it.

She stood straight while pushing down her panties. When she'd gone as far as straight arms can go, she paused with her pussy showing, but what had our attention was the crotch of her panties that were free of her pussy, stretched out and angled toward us, displaying a three-inch long, two-inch wide slime slick so thick that flies would get stuck in it.

She justified the unwarranted pause by saying, "Can't I keep one pair for school, Daddy?"

What I heard was, "Look how wet my pussy is, Daddy. Aren't you going to ask me why my pussy is so wet?"

Brad obviously didn't hear what I heard and said, "No, take them off."

Down they came. While she freed them from her feet, I gave Brad a firm nudge to go on. She tossed her panties in the to-go pile and then stood, red as a beet. Brad took my hint and said, "Pull that skirt back up. Pull it all the way up. Let's see what you have down there that you feel the need to keep it under wraps twenty-four hours a day."

"Daddy, please. Haven't you seen enough?"

I heard, "Please, Daddy, make me take the skirt off. Make me strip naked for you. Don't you want to see my tits?"

Brad didn't hear what I heard, so he just glared at her until she lifted. She got it high, then stood there hyperventilating as Brad got to one knee and peered between her legs, tapping on the inside of her left knee, saying, "Well, well, we do have a pretty little beaver tucked away down here, don't we?"

Rachel stepped out a good two feet, then made it three with another hand pat. I thought she'd cum when he touched her pussy, then touched it all over, and then ran his fingers through her slimy slit saying, "You've been holding out on your Daddy, haven't you, young lady?"

"Wh... what... what do you mean?"

"What do I mean. I mean keeping this sexy pussy hidden from me. You knew I'd like to see a nice sexy pussy like this. You knew you had one, but you never shot me one naked beaver, not one. You've been holding out on your daddy. We won't be holding out anymore, though, will we?"

"How can I if I can't wear panties?"

I heard, "What about shorts and pants, Daddy. Don't forget those."

"You can't wear pants or shorts, either. I want you in dresses and skirts from now on, Precious."

Finally, he could hear straight. I could see the relief on Rachel's face until a finger went up her cunt and brought her to her tip toes. He said, "A virgin! This is my lucky day. I would have thought you'd gotten rid of that bothersome cherry years ago. Hell, I figured Pete got that right after he got Tammy's."

She settled to her heels, still with a finger up her twat. She said, "You know about that?"

"I know a whore when I see one, Rachel. Turn around. Let's see what this sexy pussy of yours looks like from the rear."

Rachel turned and resumed her wide stance, she also reached back to get the back of her skirt off her ass. She leaned over, but bent low when told to bend over. With her skirt safely up to stay, she braced her hands on her knees--a good please-fuck-me pose. He placed both palms on her tight ass cheeks and peeled them apart with his thumbs, making her groan out, "Oh god, Daddy. This is so embarrassing."

"I don't see why. This is your best angle for your finest feature, Rachel. You have a rear-view pussy between your legs, girl. If you want to show someone your pussy, you turn around and bend over."

I had to agree, and I know she ate that up. Every girl knows how to best display her pussy, and that was no news to Rachel. That adorable orchid was in full bloom, showing both holes in all their glory, topped by slippery, slimy, pink, fleshy, pussy innards sparkling before our eyes. Brad looked to me and made a face that said, "WOW! FUCKING, WOW!"

I signed by lapping with my tongue and he shook his head. I did it again more forcefully, then when he ignored me a third time and returned to staring, I grabbed a firm grip on the back of his head and pushed it in.

"DADDY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Daddy was licking her cunt innards.

"Oh, Daddy, don't... please don't do that... Daddy, you shouldn't... Daddy, don't lick me there... oh, Daddy... Daddy... Don't lick my pussy like that..."

She kept dropping lower and lower until she held her ankles and was looking up at her cunt that was getting a thorough swabbing. Her eyes were wide open, but she kept her mouth shut. The kid was a goner, and if he wouldn't finish her off, I would. My mouth was watering and I had to stroke my pussy. She had a good view and couldn't decide which pussy to watch. She watched both.

Brad licks, sucks, then licks some more. He laved his tongue all over that poor girl's cunt, but he wasn't trying to get her off. He was keeping her at the brink. He tortured that poor child as she tried her best not to let it show.

I watched him torment her pussy for a ten good minutes, then he paused to say, "Damn, girl, this is one fine eating cunt you have between your sexy legs. I knew it would be, but this is finer than frog hair. I've never licked a girl's cherry before. Do you mind if I have a lick of yours?"

That was great. Frog hair. What a silver tongued devil. She said, "You may as well. You licked everything else... ugh... oh... oh Daddy... ughhhh... oh, man that feels weird... can you feel my cherry?"

"Can't you?"

"Yes... I can feel your tongue pushing on it."

"Feels good having you cherry licked, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, sorta."

"I don't suppose you'd mind if I lick your pussy until I'm satisfied, then would you?"

"No, if you really want to."

"Good, then why don't you lie back on your bed and make me a good beaver to suck on. While you're at it, take off all of your clothes. A girl should be buck naked when she gets her first suck job. This is your first, isn't it, Rachel?"

Rachel was upright, undoing buttons as she said, "No one has ever seen it or touched it. You're the first, except for a doctor."

I assisted her. Actually, I took the clothes she removed and folded them neatly like a maid who didn't know what else to do. She was lovely, and still trembling with arousal. Once nude, she said, "Do you want me to get in the middle or at the edge?"

"Which ever way you prefer, just make sure I get a good beaver."

She sat at the edge and rolled back with her legs wide, then held them wider and said, "Like this?"

Getting to his knees, he said, "Oh, yeah, that's a good beaver." And then he was ears deep in it and she was straining to see. I sat at her side and supported her head. I brushed hair from her eyes and she looked to me, smiled warmly, then returned her gaze to her sucked cunt and grimaced in ecstasy when the sucking mouth got her by the clit.

Her eyes rolled back. Her hands slid down her inner thighs, first framing her sex, then opening it up manually, getting that throbbing clit out there on its own. When Brad went to lick that cherry some more, I reached down and rubbed her clit for her. She looked to me and smiled a thank you. I smiled a you're welcome.

I knew when he came back up, she'd pop. I tried to keep her from popping before he got there. To do that, I had to ease off and do some clit pulling. She eventually focused on my two fingers and a thumb, pulling from the base to the tip in regular strokes. I said, "You have a lovely vagina, Rachel. Your father is right. It's very sexy?"

"Do you really think so?"

"Oh, yes. I don't think I've seen a sexier one. I see why your father couldn't resist taking a lick. It was just so sexy and pretty the way you were showing it to him. You do have a rear-view pussy although I've never heard that term applied to a pussy like yours."

Brad was giving us a chance to talk and get better acquainted over pussy. He liked eavesdropping on two gals talking about his favorite subject. He helped by getting out of the subject, moving to her asshole while pushing up on her ass, getting the subject up where we both had a good look at the whole thing and with Rachel pulling hard at both edges, that wet clam was all laid out. With me pulling on her head and Brad pushing on her ass, we almost had her face in it. I doubt she'd ever seen it that well.

Since we were getting along so intimately, and I was running my fingers all over and in her cunt, she said, "You have a sexy pussy, too, Eva."

"Thank you, but mine is a front view pussy. Mine is situated more forward. I can stand with my legs pressed together and you can still see most of my crack, plus my clit is always sticking out from between my lips. I don't suppose you have that problem."

"No, mostly, it stays inside."

"You're lucky, mine rubs on anything I wear. I guess I won't have that problem, here, though."

"Does that bother you that we can see your pussy?"

"Yes, but I'll get used to it. How about you? From what I gather, you're going to have to let yours show."

"Daddy, is that what you meant? Do I have to let my pussy show?"

I heard her say, "Daddy, please make me show my sexy pussy."

He stopped tonguing her asshole to say, "Yes. I want to see bare beavers, good ones, too."

"What do you mean by a good one?"

"If I can't see your cute little asshole, it's not good enough."

"That won't be easy without looking obvious. I'd rather not look too obvious. It'll be obvious no matter how I do it, but I don't want to have to hold my legs wide apart."

"Okay, do it any way you want, but make it obvious, and make sure I can see it all. Don't be coy, be bold. Show me your pussy, and show it often. To the others, it should look like you're trying to interest me in what you have between your legs, but I'm going to act like it's no big deal, just another cunt and I already have a better one, and it's a shaved cunt. That'll drive you to try harder and harder."

"You want it to look like I want you to have sex with me. Is that it?"

"Exactly."

"Daddy, are you? Is that what this is all about?"

"I'm going to fuck you, Rachel, but you'll have to beg for it."

"Oh god. I was afraid of that."

"Afraid of getting fucked or afraid of having to beg for it?"

"Having to beg. I knew you'd fuck me one of these days. I just never imagined I'd have to beg for it like a slut."

"Get used to the idea, and I don't mean in private. I want you to beg in front of your mother with the rest looking on."

He went for the clit. Smart move. "Oh God, Daddy, not in front of Mom! Not while she's tied up. Not with everyone watching. She'll die if she saw me do that... oh god, you know I'll do it, don't you? You do, don't you?... You know I will eventually... You know I can't... AHHHHH... OHHHHHHH... YESSSSS... OH DADDY!

Ohhhhh, Daddy... ah... ah... ah..."

That was a girl having an orgasm, but it actually went on much longer than that, and you should have seen that little bitch squirm. I knew this would hit her hard when she came down, so I stood clear and looked shocked that any man could do that to a child. When she could hear me, I said, "You told me your wife left you. It sounds like you have her tied up somewhere."

He stood as Rachel rolled to her side and curled into a fetal ball. He picked up on my act right away and said, "I lied, so sue me. We still need a maid, and you're it. Relax, you'll love it here, and when your six months is up, you'll have ten grand to make a fresh start, and you'll be legal. I can see you get a real green card."

"What you're forcing this child to do is terribly wrong. Can't you see that?"

"Hey, she's my kid. Let me worry about her well being. I know what's good for her, and what this kid needs is a good fuck with a big dick."

"But she's so young. She doesn't stand a chance of resisting you. She doesn't realize what her body will make her do."

"She's learning fast, though, isn't she?"

Rachel was hanging on our every word and getting over that difficult first remorse and shame phase. I said, "You're using every trick in the book on her to get what you want. That isn't right. She'll carry this guilt the rest of her life and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. The least you could do is talk to her and explain how things are so she'll understand."

"You want her to understand, you talk to her. I just want a blubbering slut when the time comes. If she wants to feel guilty, that's her business. She loves feeling guilty. She's a guilt freak. I'm just giving her something to feel guilty about. You comfort her all you want, but you're wasting your time with this one. Well, I've got to make sure those other two sluts got Brenda's things put away."

And then he left, and Rachel rolled to her back. She started to sit up but I laid down alongside her on my side and brushed hair from her face. She relaxed while looking to me with concern in her eyes. I don't know whether it was concern for her future or concern that a near naked lesbian had just laid down beside her. Moments would tell.

I said, "You poor thing. This must be terribly confusing for you, sweetheart."

"It is. Why is he doing this?"

"Honey, your father is a sick man, and his sickness has gotten control of him."

"Boy, are you right. You should see what he's doing to my mother, Eva. He keeps her chained in the basement, naked, and he's torturing her. I'm afraid he's going to kill her one day, maybe not on purpose, but I'm sure she can't take much more. It's horrible. Awful."

"Is he cutting on her?"

"No, but he whips her, burns her, and he does awful things to her breasts, ass, and her vagina."

"That may look awful, but that tells me that he's not dangerous. You'd be amazed at what a woman's breasts and vagina can take."

"No I wouldn't. Believe me, I wouldn't. I've seen what they can take, and this has been going on for years and years."

"Well then, that's proof he's not dangerous. If this has gone on for years, then that tells me two things: number one, he's not going to hurt her bad enough to kill her; and number two, your mother loves him more than she hates what he's doing. She knows he's sick and she did say for better or worse. Some women mean that. I think your mother is one."

"She must be. She could divorce him and get everything he has. We'd all stand by her, and she knows it."

I'd been keeping a close eye on her nipples. Hers are very reactive and went flat shortly after her arousal passed. They were now puckering back up. Mine were already puckered and one was two inches from her lips. She had a hard time keeping her eyes off it. I do have great nipples, the long, pink, suckable kind. Hers were brown and either flat or squinched up in a tight berry pucker. I trailed my fingers down her check, down her neck, onto her chest, then circled her left nipple. It fully puckered between my rolling index finger and thumb.

She looked as I said, "I think you mother would prefer you kids stood by him. He needs love and understanding, not condemnation."

"I know, but it's hard to love him when he's treating her like that."

"It's harder on her, and she's doing it. Does she whine and complain and play on your sympathies?"

"No, never."

"I didn't think so. She doesn't want you hating your father, does she?"

"No, she doesn't. She's said that dozens of times, even right after a beating. She wants me to be nice to him, but I can't."

"I dare say she'd understand completely when she sees you begging your father to fuck you. You will beg. You do know that, don't you?"

She was now hot as a firecracker, so I trailed my fingers to her pussy and they slid right in the groove and on into her slobbery hole as she said, "Yes, I know I will. I'm ready to do it right now."

I played gently and lightly fingered her until her loins were rolling under my hand, then said, "I think she'll be pleased to see that you took her advice."

"I don't think she meant for me to fuck him. She just wants me to be nice to him."

"Can you think of a better way to be nice to a man in his condition?"

"No, but I think she'll think I'm being too nice if she sees me begging him to fuck me."

"I don't. I think she's smart enough to know that for you to be nice to him, you'd have to let him fuck you."

"Do you really think so?"

"Honey, I know so. She's not a little girl. I'm sure she expects you to come down one day with your father's sperm running down your sexy legs. I'll bet she's wondering what's taking so long."

She was ready for the nipple so I eased it into her mouth and she fastened on it like a starved calf. I let her suck on me for a while then brought her to a climax, another good one.

When she finally settled, she released my nipple and smiled. I gave her pussy a pat then returned to toy with her nipple some more. She relaxed and got her breath, then looked to me and said, "How did you know I was going down to her?"

Oops. Thinking fast, I said, "Someone has to look after her. I figured that the oldest would. Don't tell me the boy does it?"

"No, I do it, but Dad doesn't know. He keeps the door to the basement locked, but I found a key that works. Please don't tell him, Eva."

"I'd never tell. Don't you worry about that. I want no part of this if I can help it. I just want to put my six months in and get out. I know nothing; I see nothing."

"I'm glad I have someone to talk to. You're the only one that knows how bad it is, and I haven't told you everything. You would not believe the things I've seen, Eva."

"Well, you can tell me anything. It'll be just like putting something in a diary that no one can possibly open. When I leave here, I'm never looking back, and I doubt our paths will ever cross again."

"I can tell you anything, anything at all?"

"Anything."

"Okay, there is something I'd like to confess, something awful."

"Confess away, but let me guess. You like what he's doing to your mother, don't you?"

It was like air being let out of a big balloon as she said, "Yesssss... how did you know? I love it, I absolutely love it. I love all of it."

"And every time you see her, you have to masturbate, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes! I do, every single time, and I cum so good. When he has her down there, I stay horny all the time, so horny I could die. I almost died when he told me to take my panties off, mostly because he'd see how wet they were."

"You certainly made sure he got a good look."

"Was I that obvious?"

"Yes, you were. You couldn't have made it more obvious if you'd stopped to say, 'Look at the crotch of my panties, Daddy. See how wet they are? See how horny I am?'"

"Well, good. I'm glad he knows. He should know. For all the pleasure he's given me, he deserves a daughter who knows how to show her appreciation. I'm tired of trying to hide it. I wish he'd take me down there and let me watch. I'll show Mom nice. I'll get down on my knees and suck his dick. I'll masturbate while he's whipping her, and when he's done, I'll beg him to fuck me, and when he'd done fucking me, I'll go squat on her fucking face. I'll show her nice."

She was masturbating hard with both hands, so I backed off and watched her workout. Boy, did I hit that nail on the head, and I was just guessing. Lucky guess. The biggest hurdle was no hurdle at all.

She came and I soothed her afterward. She slowly turned dreamy eyes on me, smiled, and said, "I scare myself sometimes. I'm crazy, aren't I?"

"No, but you are a nasty little girl."

She giggled, then said, "I wasn't until I started going down to help take care of Mom. That just started a few months back, and they only do this one weekend a month on average. I've turned into a slut in that time, a perverted slut, a sick slut. I must be sick. I'll bet I've shoved a thousand needles in my mother's cunt and tits, shoved them deep, too, and loved every single one."

"You're not sick, but I won't argue the slut part. I saw a slut trying like hell to get in her father's pants."

She giggled and said, "I guess that was pretty obvious, too, wasn't it?"

"Yes, without having to come right out and say it. Although you did tell him you'd beg him to fuck you, and do it in front of your mother."

"I did, didn't I? What tipped him off that I wanted him to fuck me, or was that it?"

"I was tipped off when I saw how you took your panties off. I think he got a clue by that rear spread you gave him. That was a please-fuck-me spread if there ever was one."

"Well that's what I was thinking at the time. I wish I'd had the guts to say it out loud. I almost begged him to fuck me in the ass when he had his tongue up my butt. God, that felt great."

"If you had, I'm sure he'd have accommodated you. He does love to fuck a girl's ass."

"Yeah, I guess you'd know. How was it?"

"I've had better, but he is good, and he has an ass cock, long and slender."

"How long?"

I made a measure with my hands and said, "I'd say nine or ten inches. It'll make you squirm in either hole."

"I'm squirming just thinking about it. I had no idea he was that long. How thick?"

I laid my two thumbs together and said, "I'd say this thick."

"Does it have a nice head?"

"I prefer them bigger, but his is okay, maybe three thumbs."

"Did you suck it?"

"Of course."

"Did he cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, and your next question is, did you swallow his cum? Yes, every drop."

She giggled, then said, "You're wrong, my next question was, how does his cum taste, and then I was going to ask if you swallowed every drop."

"Have you ever tasted semen?"

"I've never done anything, and the only hard dick I ever saw was Pete's, and I wasn't impressed. Tammy is, but Tammy is impressed by anything that'll fit in her twat, and just about anything will fit in her twat. When I went to get her, she was trying to get Mark's GI Joe up her twat. He was in to his combat boots. It's probably still in there. If we can't find something, we first check Tammy's twat. That's another thing. She likes having her twat checked."

"I think you've had enough consoling. I'd better see how I can make myself useful around here besides showing my nasty parts."

I was off the bed and halfway to the door when Rachel said, "Eva, would you do me a favor before you go?"

With a hand on the knob, I turned and said, "Sure, what is it?"

"Give me a good look at your pussy."

I smiled, walked back to the bed, mounted the bed, then stood over her head with my feet at her shoulders. I slowly squatted until my asshole touched her nose. She said, "Wow, this is a good look."

I reached with both hands and peeled the lips apart, saying, "This is better."

I couldn't see her face and she was speechless, so I held the position for a full minute before moving it over her mouth and settling with the hole centered and my clit resting on her nose. Now, I could see her eyes, her wide eyes, and said, "If you want to taste your father's sperm, you'll have to dig deep."

That was all she needed to hear. She dug long and deep. If she left a sperm cell alive in there, I'd be surprised. One down, five to go. Before departing, I gave her entire face a good sliming smear, then stood and said, "Is that how you plan to wipe your fresh-fucked cunt in your mother's face?"

She smiled and said, "Yes, only I'll do it a lot longer than that, and my cunt will be ten times messier. I'm going to fuck her face and she'd better act like she loves it, or my Daddy will whip her ass good. Tell Daddy I said that."

"I told you. I am staying out of this. If you want him to know, you'll have to tell him. I'm just the maid." And then, I left. I left smiling.

I wasn't the only one smiling in that house. Brad had them all smiling. He had the kids huddled on the floor at his feet. He was telling them the story of how he had me tied to the bed, naked and spread-eagled, then ordered room service, then set the main door ajar and went in the bathroom. When the food arrived, a very startled black woman delivered it. We thought a man would deliver. When she got her wits about her, she acted as though nothing were out of the ordinary, set everything up, then wanted her tip.

I told her to take five dollars out of my purse. She took a twenty, smiled, and left. They thought that was funny, because he told them that was all the money I had to my name, and that was the reason I had no choice but to go with him.

I came over and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to show these kids where I fucked you."

"I can't drive."

"What's that got to do with it?"

"You did that to me at the Waldorf Hotel."

This had the kids rolling on the floor. Brad had to laugh, too, but I looked puzzled, wondering what they were all laughing at. When the laughter died, he said, "I mean, show them where on your body."

I acted shocked, and stammered, "Do you mean..."

"You know exactly what I mean. Turn around, bend way over, pull your cheeks apart, and show them. Point them out."

"I am not a toy, Mr. Bradshaw. You can't treat me like this. I'll... I'll..."

"You'll what? I'll tell you what you'll do for the next six months. I'll tell you when you can shit and where you can shit. If I tell you to go shit in the back yard, you'll go shit in the back yard. If I say shit in the sink, you shit in the sink. Right now, I am ordering you to show these kids where I fucked you. You have five seconds."

That was good enough for me. An actress needs her motivation. I turned in a huff, bent low, grasped my cheeks, and pointed out my anus and my vulva. Pete said, "Wow, Dad, you screwed her in the butt."

"No, I fucked her in the asshole."

Tammy said, "I'll bet that hurt. You have a big one, don't you?"

"What makes you think that, Tammy?"

"I can feel it when I sit on your lap. It feels like a big snake in your pants. It's a foot long, huh?"

"Close. Eva, show her how big my dick is."

I released my cheeks and blindly made a measured guess with my facing palms. He says, "No, you dumb bitch. Get over here and show her the dick that screwed you."

I stood straight and angrily faced him, saying, "Don't call me a bitch or I'll walk out of this house dressed just as I am. If you want to show these kids your penis, show them yourself!" Then I stormed off, but quickly realized I didn't know where to storm off to. Where was the master bedroom, anyway? Fuck it, I stormed into the kitchen.

I began washing dishes, figuring he'd be along. I heard him send the kids to their rooms. A few minutes later, he came up behind me and softly said, "I fucked up, huh?"

"No, but you are going way too far, way too fast. Don't be in such a rush. We have to make this look right. I told you to let me get comfortable here and comfortable with the kids before you start acting the jerk. All I did was place us back on an even keel."

"So, you're not really pissed?"

"No, I'm a professional. I was hired to do a job. I'm doing it by responding in character. By the way, Rachel is fully onboard. She wants to fuck her mother's face for you. She'd do anything for you."

"Yeah, I guess you were right about her."

"I know my business, and I know you'd better slow the fuck down. Have you seen Brenda, yet?"

"Yes. She is thrilled. Six months is perfect, and she can't wait to meet you."

"Did you go over the safety phrase?"

"Yeah."

"Give me the key. I would like to confer with her in private before we get started."

"I'd like to be with you."

"Tough shit. Give me the key."

He handed me the key. "Now, where is the basement?"

"Right around the corner, first door on the left. You'll see the pad lock."

I removed the apron and handed it to him, saying, "Make yourself useful. Do some dishes."

They didn't have a basement or a cellar. They had a dungeon complete with stone steps, stone walls, dank, dark, and smelly. She wasn't hard to find even though there was only candle light to go by. She was the bitch hanging by her twat. I came over, walked around her, then sat at her head, smiled, and said, "You must be the lady of the house."

"You must be Eva."

"I must say, this is quite a setup you have here. I'm impressed."

"I'm glad. We're going to great expense. You are costing us more than the dungeon."

"I'm worth more."

"You look like you're worth more. From what Brad tells me, you're worth the whole house."

"You make me blush. We need to talk, but after we talk, we'll never talk again out of character. If you have something to say, say it now, otherwise, you're stuck with my vision of how this should go down, and I'm not exactly sure what my vision is. I'm easily influenced."

"Okay, imagine yourself to be a rich and powerful duchess who just found out the Duke has a beautiful mistress. You are a very jealous and vengeful woman. You had me captured and brought to this dungeon, and nobody knows. I am totally at your mercy. I want no limitations placed. I want no mercy. As far as I'm concerned, anything goes. I would prefer you wouldn't kill me, but I'm even willing to risk that. I wouldn't cry uncle if you were filleting me with a dull knife."

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Dead serious. I want to be rid of this fantasy once and for all. This is the only way. If this doesn't work, I'd just as soon be dead."

"Have you tried therapy?"

"I've tried everything. I want it this way. I want the craving satisfied, totally satisfied."

"Okay, I'll do the best I can. Now, I suppose you know Brad has a problem. The kids think he's a monster."

"I know. He said you could fix that."

"I can, but to do that, I need to get them loving this. They'll need to be brought in on this and amused. They'll also need sexual relief."

"I was afraid of that. Was this Brad's idea?"

"No, he resisted, but he now understands the need and agrees."

"Oh, what the hell. Add this to the scenario. You also captured my six kids and are perverting them, turning them against me, making them sex toys to satisfy you and your lover's every sexual whim. You teach them every sexual perversion there is, and you make me watch. You take my youngest daughter, sweet, innocent Suzie, and make her a bitch, a real bitch. You bring her down here to mate her with dogs, and I have to guide their cocks into her little pussy then hold the leash while they fuck her. There, does that give you enough of a carte blanche?"

"Good enough for me. Oh, uncle won't do it. You have to use the safety phrase to call this off. I won't respond to anything else, so don't forget it."

"What is it?"

"You forgot already?"

"Forgot? What's to forget. You never told me what it was."

"The phrase is, I've had enough, Gretchen. Sound familiar?"

"No."

"Brad didn't tell you?"

"No, but he knows I won't use one."

"I won't work without one. Gretchen is my real name. Remember it. The name is all it takes. Call me Gretchen and everything stops. You have my solemn word on that."

"I'll remember."

I stood and pissed in her face, twanged her clit string, and walked out in character. I wondered why he lied.

Brad was doing the dishes and wearing the damn apron when I walked in. I untied his bow, saying, "Get that off, you dumb ass. I was just kidding. Did anyone see you?"

"No."

"Will you please get a good feel for your character and stay in it. I can see you can't handle going back and forth, so from here on out, I'm staying in character and so are you. If you ask me anything out of character, all you'll get is a dumb look."

"Except on payday."

"Right, except on payday."

At that time, we noted a figure slinking down the spiral stairway. It was Rachel. She hadn't gotten the word to remain in her room. She was a sight. She wore a blouse, open and knotted below her breasts. She had on a tight skirt that she'd folded under at the waist to bring the hem in competition with mine. She had on bright red lipstick and her mother's high heels. I wanted to laugh, but forced a serious look. That kid needed to be put out of her misery real badly. If four cums wouldn't quench her fire, nothing but a stiff Daddy cock would.

She slinked and swayed into the kitchen, then posed at the end of the counter, reached to the front of her hem, and slowly raised it to reveal her shaved pussy, saying, "I shaved my pussy for you, Daddy."

Brad went catatonic. She turned around and gave her best please-fuck-me pose complete with swaying pelvis, a finger stroking through the slit, and the all important, "Please fuck me!" And for good measure, "Please fuck my cunt, Daddy. Fuck my ass. I want to feel your hard cock deep inside my body. Fuck my ass and cum in my pussy. I want to have your baby."

Shit! That was the best please-fuck-me pose I ever saw. I felt like growing a dick. I had dishes to do and faced the sink. The stupid mother fucker was on his own, but if he didn't fuck the bitch, he was crazy. If he didn't take her to the dungeon, he was... oh shit, I forgot to tell him it was all clear. Too late now. They were headed to the master bedroom. At least, now, I'd find out where it was. I tossed the apron and followed before I lost them.

Ten feet behind them, and seeing which door they were headed for, it suddenly occurred to me that what I was doing was totally out of character. Being the professional I am, I ducked into the first available door and barely fit in that linen closet. Shit! I have got to get the blueprint for this fucking house.

I gave them a minute, then returned to the dirty dishes, cursing my rigid profession and its unwavering code of conduct, even though I made it up as I went along.

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Day one, needless to say, went much better than expected. The kids were all on a sexual high, and being the only woman with her tits and cunt exposed, I was popular. I couldn't turn without bumping my beaver into a face, or giving someone a bust in the mouth. I complained to the master and he ignored my complaints--totally in character.

Rachel and Brad kept making trips to the dungeon. The first time they went down, Rachel was dressed in her normal school clothes. The only thing obvious was the absence of a bra. They were down there for an hour. When she came up, she came looking for me and dragged me off to the bathroom, closed the door, then, like an excited school chum after a great date, she burst out, "I watched, Eva, I watched. I watched everything. He beat her for me. He beat her good. I asked him in the bedroom and he said he would. He did it, Eva. He did it for me. Mom got a beating because of me."

"I'm happy for you."

"Oh, Eva, it was wonderful. And guess what. She noticed right away that I wasn't wearing a bra, but she didn't know I had no panties on. Before I left she did. I got close to her head, close enough that she could see all the way up my skirt. I know she saw. She had to see, and she could see I had a shaved pussy. Isn't that exciting?"

"Yes, very."

The next time, they were gone for two hours and we heard a great deal of whipping. Again, I got dragged off to the bathroom. "Oh god, Eva, we beat her. Boy did we beat her."

"We?"

"Yes, Daddy gave me the belt and ordered me to hit her. He told me to hit her hard with that new whipping strap he bought. Boy, does it make a nice crack. You can hit as hard as you want and it won't break the skin, but man, that has got to hurt. Well, I have to be nice to Daddy, so I really let her have it good. I whipped her from one end to the other--legs, cunt, belly, tits. I even hit her in the face, and then he flipped her over and I did the other side. I whipped and whipped and whipped. She couldn't see me, so I fingered myself while I whipped her back side.

"And then, he flips her over again and stands beside me, right next to her head. He pulls me close and gets his hand on my ass, up under the skirt. He's feeling me up with Mom watching, and you know what I do... nothing, absolutely nothing. I let him feel me up and finger me.

"And this is the best part, Eva. After he feels me up all over, even my tits, inside my blouse, he moves me so that I'm straddling her chest, then he gets behind me and pulls my shirt up. I'm looking down at her looking me right in the shaved pussy as his hands come around both hips and pulls my cunt wide open. Fuck, I thought I'd die, and than he says, Piss.

"He tells me to piss. I knew if I pissed I'd piss right in her face, but he said it again, and then again more forcefully. Well, I have to be nice to Daddy, so, you know what I did?"

"You pissed."

"Right in her fucking face, I pissed. I mean I flat let it go, no holding back, a gusher, and Daddy guides it so it hits all over her face but especially in her mouth. I pissed in my mother's mouth, Eva, and she took it."

"At least you showed her you were being nice to your father."

"I sure did, and next time, I'm going down with his cum running down my legs, and I'm going down naked. We already agreed to do it. Isn't that exciting?"

"Yes."

The next time was later that evening. She must have stripped down just inside the door, because she didn't go down naked. We all saw the cum on her legs and that created quite a stir. Until then, the others weren't sure what was going on between Rachel and their father. If they had any doubts, they didn't when she emerged naked, grabbed me, and dragged me to the bathroom.

"Oh god, Eva, that was the ultimate. Mom took one look at me and my spermy legs and let out a groan you had to hear up here. Dad led me over and had me straddle her head with my feet real wide, and then he turned on a floor lamp and lit up my crotch. She was looking right up my fucked cunt. He left me there while he went and fucked her with a bat, fucked her hard, too, and all the while, my messy fuck goo is dripping in her face.

"And when he's finished with her, he pushes me forward. I have to reach out for the wall. I'm not sure what he's up to. We didn't discuss this, but when I feel the head of his cock at my cunt, I liked to shit. He fucked me, Eva. He fucked me right over Mom's face, and I'm looking into her face the whole time, and she's staring at her husband's cock fucking her daughter's cunt, and more fuck is being squished out and falling in her face, and I'm frigging my cunt, then he cums, pulls out, and three big globs plop right in her face... plop... plop... plop. Did I ever cum!"

"I'll bet."

"That's not all, Eva. I had to do it. No one told me to do it. I had to. I moved my cunt closer and closer, then sat on her mother-fucking face. God damnit, I smeared my nasty fucked cunt all over her face. I smeared and smeared. I wiped and smeared. I fucked her face, and then I pissed while I fucked her face. I let squirts out when my cunt was over her mouth, and she was sputtering and coughing. I filled up her mouth with piss, then sealed my cunt hard against her mouth so she couldn't spit it out, then I pinched her nose and said, 'swallow.' I was afraid she'd bite me, but do you know what she did?"

"She suffocated to death."

"No, she swallowed and I let her breathe, but then I filled her mouth again, and this time, she swallowed without the nose pinch. I could piss at my leisure, so I smeared my cunt over her face and then went back to give her a squirt. She swallowed every squirt, and before long, I had her sucking at my piss hole. I don't know why she did that unless it was to get me to hurry and get it over with. It didn't work. I let her suck. Sometimes she got piss, most times she didn't. I had her sucking cunt and I don't think she even realized she was doing it. She eventually caught on, but it took ten minutes at least.

"When she realized what she was doing, it was like she gave up and just went ahead and made it a suck job. I'm talking a full-fledged eat out. Her tongue was going up my hole and she was licking. I couldn't believe it. I leaned way back with my knees wide so Dad could see it for himself, and he couldn't believe it. But he saw her tongue lapping away at my cunt plain as day. Suck and lick, suck and lick, on and on it went. Suck or lick, I didn't care, as long as her mouth was on my cunt, I was in heaven. I had three orgasms and she lapped up my cum after all three. I am so drained."

"Well, you've certainly had an exciting day, haven't you."

"Oh god. I have never cum so much in my life. Seventeen cums, Eva. Did you ever cum seventeen times in your life in one day?"

"I never counted, but I think twelve would be my record. Don't forget, the day isn't over yet."

"I think it is for me. I'm all cummed out. I was afraid you'd say thirty, then I'd have to top it. I'm going to bed."

The little trooper gave me a peck on the lips, then off to bed she went. I knew Brad would be no help. He was already in bed, and it was only nine in the evening. Now, it was the little ones' bedtime--Suzie and Mark. I played the role and they played their role. They whined and told me their father said they could stay up till midnight. I took them by the hand and dragged the little liars off to the fart sack.

I tucked our little bitch in first and thought about seeing her mounted. I couldn't help it. Brenda was right. The child was sweet and innocent, the last thing you'd want to see turned into a breeding bitch for mutts. Well, the last thing a mother might want to see. I didn't see Brenda's hint as a desire. Like being filleted alive, it was her worse case scenario used as an example of how far she was willing to go. Like a filleting with a dull knife, I'm sure the reality would be just as painful. I wondered if I could do that to her. While looking in Suzie's precious face, I wondered if I could do that to her. A warm message from my clit said, "Oh yeah, and soon. Start planting seeds."

I was kneeling at her bedside, stroking her face, combing her silky soft hair with my fingers. She was smiling warmly, loving the attention. I said, "You are such a sexy little girl, Suzie. Do you know that?"

She giggled, "Nobody ever said I was sexy. They say I'm cute, cuddly, adorable, precious, but not sexy. How can a girl be sexy without big boobs like yours?"

"Dogs would think you were sexy. Girl dogs don't have boobs. Hasn't any dog ever tried to love on you like a girl dog?"

She giggled, then said, "Yeah, once. It was kinda funny. He jumped up and grabbed me around the waist and wanted to dance, and we danced for a little bit, but then his thing came out and was rubbing on my leg and the lady that owned him, Julie Prindle next door, Brian's mom, made him stop doing that."

"Well, I can certainly understand why the dog wanted to mate with you. You do know that's what he was trying to do, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

I slipped my hand under the covers, inside her PJs, then on to her slit. She giggled and squirmed as I squirmed my finger into her tight little cunny hole and said, "They want to put their things in here, and go like this, real fast." That had her squirming and giggling nonstop. I let her squirm for a while and then said, "And then they squirt their puppy juice inside. They think they're making puppies in your pussy, but dogs can't make puppies in little girl's pussies."

"Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes, very sure. In Sweden where I grew up, parents buy their little girls a dog so she'll have something to practice sex with. It can't hurt and the dogs don't know any better. No Swedish mother would ever tell a dog to stop doing that. She'd help him by pulling her little girl's panties down and guiding his dick into her pussy."

"Really!"

"Oh yes, and if someone was out walking their dog and they saw a little girl out playing, they'd walk over and ask if she'd let their dog fuck her."

"They'd say the 'F' word?"

"Oh, yes. In Sweden, the everyone says fuck and cock and pussy, even little girls."

"Wow, Sweden must be a neat place."

"You'd like it there. Little girls are allowed to run around naked, and everywhere you look, you can see horny dogs fucking little girls."

"Wow, did you do that?"

"Oh, yes. I have had hundreds of dogs fuck me. There's nothing I like better than to get fucked by a nice doggie. I hated when my boobs started growing."

"Why would you hate that?"

"Because, once you have boobies, even itty bitty ones, you'll get arrested if you get caught screwing dogs, and you have to wear clothes all the time. I hated my boobies and when they started to grow, I cried and cried and cried. There's nothing your mommy can do for you but let you cry. She has to give your dogs away."

"You had dogs? How many?"

"I had ten, and they all had big cocks as big as your father's, some bigger. Oh, god did I love those doggie cocks. They filled up my pussy or my butthole so good, and I had them all trained to let me suck their cocks and they'd squirt their puppy juice right in my mouth... ummm, yummy puppy juice. God, do I miss that."

"You put a dog's thingie in you mouth and sucked on it?"

"Are you kidding. I'd rather suck a nice big doggie dick than suck a lollipop. In Sweden, if you offer a little girl a choice between an all-day sucker and a poodle's dick, she'll take the poodle's dick every time, and they hardly last a minute."

"Wow, I wish it were like that here."

"Would you like me to mention that to your Daddy. He might like the idea. In America, that's the nastiest thing there is, and you know how he likes doing what's nasty. He'd probably want your mom to watch."

"I'll bet he would. Could you ask him for me?"

"I suppose I could."

"Great, but you'd better not tell him about Sweden. Make it sound nasty. Tell him I'd hate it if he made me suck on a doggie's dick. Oh, and tell him Mom would die if she ever saw that. That'll do it. He likes to punish her a lot."

"Well, maybe you'll get ten dogs like I had. Cross your fingers."

I left that room walking on air with my clit dragging the floor. Damn, I'm good. Two down, four to go, and Mark hadn't been tucked in yet. He was still awake, so I knelt at his bedside with my boobs over his face, stroking his face and combing fingers through his hair. He stared at the nipple closest to his lips. I took note and said, "In Sweden, we nurse our kids to sleep. Did you know that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nurse, you know, sucking on a boob, what mothers do to feed their babies. It's called nursing. Swedish children like to be nursed to sleep. They usually don't stop until they turn sixteen, boys and girls."

"No kidding! That's great. I wish it were like that here."

"I'm here. I have boobies."

"You don't mind if I suck on them?"

"Why should I? That's why God gave us boobs, to nurse the children."

That's all it took. He was sucking away on the left while playing with the right. He switched back and forth and kept me there for almost an hour. I finally had to jerk him off to get the little fucker to fall asleep. Three down, three to go. It was now ten thirty and thirty minutes past Tammy's bedtime.

I dragged her away from a movie and tucked her in. She had a devilish twinkle in her eye and said, "Do you wanna see a happy soldier?"

"Sure."

She pushes off the covers, pushes off her PJ bottoms, then spreads her legs. Sticking out of her cunt was a pair of combat boots. So that's what a GI Joe was.

I smiled then pinched the boot and withdrew the warrior. He had no arms. He couldn't be too happy about that. I put him back in several times until she had an orgasm, then kissed her clit before giving the little slut a long French goodnight kiss. She was tucked and fucked. Four down, two to go. I was on a roll.

I took Cindy in my arms and carried her to the master bedroom. Right away, she tells me her bedroom is upstairs. I said, "I know, Cindy, but my orders are that you are to sleep with us in the master bed, and you have to sleep naked. I'm sorry, dear."

The look was priceless. It said, "Oh shit, I am so screwed." She didn't whine and complain, and she didn't object when we arrived and saw Brad sleeping on top of the covers in the nude, on his back, sporting a wilted and sticky organ. I stripped her, then placed her over her father's body in reverse. She gave me a look which I answered with, "Sorry, orders."

I parted her legs and left the bedside light on so she could see what she was going to do with that limp dick in her face. He never woke up, but if he did, he'd be looking into the jaws of a killer cunt drooling from the lips.

And then there was Pete. Seducing Pete was simply a matter of walking up. He'd made his intentions quite clear all evening long. If my pussy was in reach, he reached, and if I didn't move out of reach, my pussy got fingered. I didn't move away all that fast, after all, he was the eldest son of the master.

While serving everyone at the dinner table, Master Pete stuck his thumb up my cunt and made me spill the gravy. I jumped back and scolded, "Just because you're the eldest son of my master, you have no right to treat me as the master does. This isn't Sweden." And, as expected, the master said that didn't matter. I'm a Swedish maid and we will abide by Swedish custom.

With the proper motivation, I moved forward, turned around, and eased my cunt over the offered thumb of the grinning lad. Like a good Swedish maid, I remained there to serve everyone, getting thumb fucked, and asking permission to leave for more food, then recunting myself to serve it, then after all food was served to recunt myself again and get thumb-fucked all through their fucking meal. For dessert, I got banana fucked as is the Swedish custom as everyone knows.

So, when I went to Pete, he was nude and stroking a five-inch erection with a big grin on his face that said, "Tuck this, bitch!" A master of seduction. I said, "Shall I tuck you in, Master Bate... I mean, Master Pete?"

"Yeah, but get nekid first."

"As you wish." I got nekid, then said, "You'll have to show me to your room."

"Carry me."

"As you wish."

He sucked my tit all the way to his room, then ordered me into the bed with him, then ordered me to lie there and get fucked. So, that's what I did. He fucked; I laid there. He had a good time, several times, then fell asleep on me. I gently rolled him off and left the room, five down, one to go, actually five and a half down, one half to go.

When I opened the master bedroom door, I surprised a little girl with a mouthful of cock. Six down. Busted, she kept sucking as I got on the bed beside Brad and patted her fanny, saying, "Too bad he's asleep or he'd probably return the favor. You can sleep on me if you'd like. I'm wide awake."

"Do you mean, do you?"

"You don't have to do anything. You just have to sleep on us, either one, it doesn't matter, or you can go back and forth. All he said was that you had to sleep on us in reverse. I have to warn you, though. If you get that adorable little pussy anywhere near my face, I'm going to lick it all over, inside and out."

She was biting her lower lip, then said, "Well, if I have to sleep this way, I may as well get used to it."

And then she climbed over me and got in the proper position, got her pussy too close to my face, and got the holy fuck ate out of her. Her wild gyrations, squirming, moans, and mattress pounding woke her father. While he gazed on the scene in Cindy's crotch, up on one elbow, I uncunted my mouth after the orgasm and said, "I told Cindy she had to sleep naked on us in reverse as you ordered."

"Yes, I see that. Very good, now pass her over to me."

We passed her back and forth for a couple of hours, and she eventually went down on my spermy pussy. She got herself fucked while she did it, and then I had that rare treat, going down on a busted virgin.

While Brad was occupied with Cindy, I reflected on this gig at the close of day one. It held great promise, but I was deeply troubled by Brenda. I couldn't help her, and I knew I couldn't. I couldn't do what she needed done to be rid of that fantasy, and if she ever found someone who could, she'd die from the wounds. It had to be that bad to get close enough to the fantasy to satisfy her.

I thought about her desire to die if this didn't work, and I couldn't blame her. Some people with a monkey on their back will jump off a cliff to kill the monkey, and she was at the edge of her cliff with a vicious monkey chewing on her neck. She'd like to die by being brutally tortured to death, odd as that may seem, but if die you must, you may as well make it worth your while and experience, if only once, that which drove you to death's door.

Anyway, it made sense to me after speaking with her. She dropped enough hints, but I know Brad couldn't do it. The kids couldn't handle it, and I didn't want to go through that again. I felt like I was ripping these nice people off. I felt like a phony, totally unprofessional.

The other thing that bothered me was that Brad and Rachel might end up killing her without trying to kill her. They were on a downward spiral and each was driving the other on. Rachel was the dangerous one, and the kid didn't know what she was doing. She would not be giving her mother the death she wanted. Brenda would wind up dying a horrible death with nothing to show for it, and that was the saddest prospect of all.

The scenario we'd set up did not have me in charge, and it had to always look that way. I carried out Brad's orders, and I wasn't about to give torture lessons to anyone unless I had full control. They were sure to fuck it up, and when the corpse was found, they'd be pointing the finger at the woman who taught them and directed them. Way too risky. Way too many loose ends. I fell asleep in a quandary.

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I woke up the next morning with Master Pete fucking me. I looked to Brad. He was awake with Cindy lying over him on her back with his morning piss-on up her ass. I knew it was up her ass, because Pete was fingering her pussy. The kid was sprawled and impaled, like Jesus on the cross, and had a dreamy look in her half-closed eyes.

This kid had a great set of tits, mostly because of the nipples. They were more like mine, long and pointy, oversized for her B-cup snow-white mounds. Brad had her by the nipples and appeared to be trying to tune her in to a remote broadcast from Sweden.

"What time is it?" I asked.

He looked at his watch. "Eight thirty."

"Don't these kids need to get ready for school?"

"No school today."

"Oh, is this a holiday?"

"Swedish Meatball Day. We celebrate it in this house."

"I feel right at home."

"You should. You're the Swedish Meatball."

"Of course. You have to have a Swedish Meatball to celebrate Swedish Meatball Day. Refresh my memory. What does the meatball do?"

"Nothing. She gets eaten all day."

"Ummm, how could I forget. You'd better explain that to this one. He's fucking the meatball."

"It's an American twist. Fuck or eat, take your pick."

"I see. Well, when in Rome."

We spent day two celebrating Swedish Meatball Day. We broke down all sexual barriers on day two. We had no virgins in the house after noon on day two, and all ex-virgins were ex-virgins in every hole. Mark turned out to be a pretty good fuck, much better than Pete, though he had an inch less to work with. He, however, was slow and affectionate, and gals like a nice slow screw. Meatballs love that.

All through the day, Brad took kids down to the dungeon, one at a time. I wouldn't have done it that way, but I'd resolved to remain in character, and he was in character, so I had to go with the flow and bite my tongue. Each kid came out in shock, but each one slowly got over it.

I had time alone with each one, but only after they had time to let what they'd seen sink in. I will give Brad credit. He didn't go nuts with them, and they didn't witness any torture. She was bound, spread-eagled over a thin mattress with her neck chained to the wall with logging chain. The three of them sat and talked. Each kid had an hour with their mother with Brad simply sitting in a chair masturbating. The kids were also brought down naked, and the girls had semen running down their legs, so there was a lot to talk about.

The kids were full of questions, and Mommy had a lot of her own, and hers were all about the sexual abuse they were suffering. They were all very forthright in answering her questions, and they used gutter language in doing so. If they slipped and used a proper term, Brad corrected them. He also corrected Brenda if she slipped, so the talk itself was a big turnon for the kids. I thought that was very clever of Brad, though I would have thought of it too.

Before anyone went down, they'd heard Rachel bragging about pissing in their mother's face and making her drink piss right from her pussy. Oddly, this amused them, although, I can't really say I was all that surprised. Brad, seeing their reaction, told them that the only way they'd get to go down and spend time with their mother was if they pissed on her before they left. He left it up to each one how to do it, but they had to do it without prompting so that it would look like their own idea. He made that very clear and secured promises to do it good and make it last.

He told them the signal to start would be when he said, 'Your time is almost up' and that would be given when they had fifteen minutes left. Once they finished pissing, they'd have to leave even with time remaining.

Now this was a pure stroke of genius that never would have occurred to me. This put each kid in a frame of mind to debase and humiliate her before they even saw her. No one wanted to be lovie dovie with her, then have to end it by doing something so degrading, especially for such a long time, and I could see that each kid wanted their full fifteen minutes' worth and their wheels were turning trying to figure out what to do to make it last. Rachel gave them inspiration and courage.

Each one of those kids went down in the mood to debase and humiliate from the start. I saw no pity only eager and excited little monsters going down. They came back up looking remorseful and sheepish, a bit pale, not wanting to talk to anyone. Most went straight to their rooms. Clearly, they'd done something they felt very guilty about. The best thing to do was to let it gel. When they emerged from their rooms, they'd be ready to talk, and I was ready, all ears. Most sought me out.

Pete was first down and the first to emerge from his room. I had to go to him, and he let me lead him out back. We sat in a bench swing by poolside, holding hands. After ten minutes of silent swinging, I said, "Don't you want to talk about it?"

"I fucked her, Eva. I fucked my mother when she couldn't do anything about it. I'm a mother fucker, a rapist. I'm a mother fucking rapist."

I put my arm around him and said, "No, you're a normal young man, and your mother understands. She knows you were forced into an impossible situation. No boy could resist that."

"She's my mother, Eva."

"That doesn't matter. Your dick only knows there's a pussy lying there wide open, and no one to say no."

"She said no. She begged me not to. I did it anyway."

"She can say the words, but she can't enforce them. She knows that. If a girl is on a date with a horny guy, and she takes off all of her clothes and lies back with her legs wide apart, she can say no until she's blue in the face. She's still going to get fucked, and she knows that. Still, she has to say no because it's the proper thing to do. Your mom had to say no. She had no choice but to say no and keep saying no. Her husband, who beats her for the slightest transgression, was sitting right there watching her."

"Are you saying she liked it?"

"I know she did. Every female anything likes to get fucked, but we have to act like we don't to be proper ladies. You see what happens when that restriction is taken off us. Just look at Rachel."

"Yeah, no kidding. So, Mom liked it, huh?"

"Was her pussy wet and slimy?"

"I'll say, loose, too. I didn't know they got that loose. Yours isn't like that. Dad must be shoving that baseball bat up her twat."

"He is, that and other things. Your dick must have been pure bliss for her."

"She liked it, huh?"

"Do her a favor and fuck her every chance you get."

"I will. I'll piss on her too. She didn't like that, but I don't care. That was fun. It was the fucking that bothered me. Thanks, Eva. You're swell."

Next came Tammy, though Cindy went down ahead of her. I don't think Tammy even went to her room. She came out as Pete was leaving and plopped down beside me, still naked. She said, "Well, I did it. I did what Rachel did and Mom ate me just like she did Rachel. She drank all my piss. I guess she'll really hate me, now. She already thinks I'm a whore even before this."

"You are a whore, aren't you."

"Sure, everybody knows that, but you don't like to hear it from your own mom when she's never caught you at it. I sure got even with her down there, right from the start. She'll really hate me, now."

"She doesn't hate you, Tammy. She may have wished she could steer you away from whoring, but no mother hates her child. As for what you did down there, she knows your father put you up to it."

"I guess. Oh well, if she didn't love it, she could have left him. Too late now. I'll do all I can to make her happy. I hate sitting on a cold toilet, anyway. I'd much rather have it sucked out."

"That's the spirit."

Cindy still hadn't emerged from her room three hours after her momentous trip down stone steps. I was beginning to worry about her when Mark emerged from his room. I was still on the swing after a skinny dip.

He plopped down and took a tit in his mouth. I nursed him for a while, then said, "How was it?"

"I nursed on her, then she nursed on me at the end, nursed on my dick. There's not much to tell. Boy, she sure is a wreck, though. Dad sure worked her over good. There's not going to be much left of her if he keeps this up, and with you here, I think she'll stay down there till she dies."

"I'll only be here six months."

"She won't last half that long at the rate he's going, and now we're all helping."

This attitude intrigued me, and I have to confess, thrilled my clit. I said, "So, are you going to help kill her?"

"I guess. Everybody else is. I can't save her. The sooner she dies the better."

"That's logical. Why make her suffer. Suppose you get the honor of finishing her off, but they want it done slow. How would you do it?"

"I don't know. I guess the best way is to start cutting parts off that won't kill her."

Oh fuck, he tapped that nasty beast in me and I had to finger myself. He took note but didn't say anything. I said, "Where would you start?"

"Her tits, but I'd do the nipples first, then the tits. That wouldn't kill a woman if you cut off her tits, would it?"

This kid was blowing me away. I said, "No, but you'll need a red hot flat iron to cauterize the wound or she might bleed to death."

"That would hurt."

"So would getting your tits cut off, nipples first. What next?"

"Uh... ears... no, her clit, then parts of her pussy, one at a time. I'd take my time doing her pussy. I'm sure they'd like that."

"Oh, yes, they'd love that. Use a razor and take it down in strips until there's nothing but a gaping hole between her legs. You have to be careful to avoid the big arteries that go down each leg on the inside. Nick one of those and she's gone."

"You talk like you've done this before."

"I have. I did that to a woman right before I took this job. I started on her pussy and took out the whole thing, leaving her with a huge hole from just below her belly button to her thighs. I even took out her asshole. I hung the cut end of her intestines in a bucket to catch the shit she produced. I kept her alive for five weeks, but I had to keep her exposed guts moist."

I don't know why I told him that other than telling him turned me the fuck on. He watched me masturbate to orgasm, then said, "I guess Rachel was right. You are a professional torture lady Dad hired to kill Mom."

WHAT! That got my attention. I sat up and said, "When did she tell you that?"

"Before we started going down."

Hummm... that put a new twist in things. I mean, if the kids could be this callous and accepting, and still be friendly with me, thinking what they were thinking, well that put a whole new light on the subject. We could have some serious fun and give Brenda her wish. Now, I was very eager to speak with Cindy and Suzie, and speak of the devil.

Cindy saw us and came over. I asked Mark to leave us alone. She sat with a somber expression, then looked to me and said, "You're going to kill her, aren't you?"

"Honey, don't you think she'd be better off dead?"

"Yeah, but I don't want her to die."

"She wants to die, you know."

"Yeah, I figured she'd have to. She doesn't want to die like this, though."

"We don't always get what we want, do we?"

"No... how are you going to do it?"

I saw that same macabre gleam in her eyes that I saw in Mark's and began fingering my pussy in response. Cindy took note as I said, "Slow."

"I thought so. [her hand joined mine. I gave her the hole; I took the clit] How slow?"

"He gave me six months."

"Wow, that's pretty slow. Are we going to watch?"

"If she's going to be tortured to death anyway, wouldn't you rather watch."

"I guess... you'd like us to watch you torture Mom to death, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes, very much. I've never tortured a mother to death in front of her children."

"Would you like me to eat you while you think about it."

"Yes, please."

She got down on her knees and looked up, saying, "Will you think out loud?"

I described how I'd start, by cutting out her mother's pussy and asshole, only I went into much greater detail, because I turned her on and got a much better eat out. Suzie came out as my orgasm washed over me. Cindy lapped at my beaver for a while, then turned to Suzie and said, "Rachel was right, she is a torture lady and we get to watch."

"Really! How are you going to do it?"

I listened to Cindy tell her, and sweet, innocent little Suzie was beside herself. She hopped on my lap and kissed me, then sat back to say, "Wow, a real torture lady."

That did it. They were all on board, now all I had to do was break the news to Brad. To do that, I had to come out of character, but what the fuck. Who needed character. I'm the torture lady--again.

I pulled Brad out of Rachel's saddle and dragged him to the master bedroom. Once we were behind closed doors, I said, "Your kids seem to think I'm the torture lady hired to torture their mother to death. Where did they get that idea, Brad?"

"You've done it, Eva."

"Are you telling me you want it done to Brenda?"

"Yes."

"So, that's why you didn't tell her the safety phrase. You are a sneaky bastard."

"Well, will you do it?"

"It'll cost you ten grand, half now, half on completion. I run the show, and I can't guarantee I can keep her alive more than a few weeks. She's not in the best condition to start with, you know, and it's still a grand a week besides."

"I can handle that. Two weeks would be perfect. I don't particularly want it long, I do want it gruesome and excruciatingly painful."

"I can do that. Brenda knows, doesn't she?"

"I think she does. She is sick, Eva. She knows she can never get better and never get complete satisfaction without the ultimate experience, one that leads to death. We've talked about this, and this is how she'd like to die, living out her fantasy. In a way, this is my gift to her, and I'd like you to make it good for her. I explained this to Rachel and she said the others would understand. They know she's sick and better off dead, and they think it's rather romantic to do it in a way that will fulfill her fantasy. The others are thinking it over, but from what I've heard so far, they're coming around. Pete is eager, and so is Tammy. She'd like to do some cutting."

"Those were the two I wasn't sure about, so, we're all onboard. Let the fun begin. By the way, we have three more cutters, and if I know Rachel, she'll want a piece. Why don't we have a meeting of the ghouls and have a drawing for the choicest body parts."

"Which are?"

"Left nipple, right nipple, left tit, right tit, pussy, and asshole. Those go first thing. After they go, she won't entertain any thoughts of living, and she'll yearn for anything that will move her closer to death. When they get like that, they don't beg for mercy or their life, they just scream bloody murder and want you to keep on cutting."

"Well, let's get her to that stage right away, only slowly. I didn't sound proof this house for nothing. I'll gather the ghouls. Why don't you go down and start getting her ready. Under that tarp is an operating gurney, and on a shelf below is everything we'll need from scalpels to bone saws, an electric cauterization tool, vascular clamps, snips, pliers, the works. There's even salt for her wounds."

"You did think of everything."

"I got it from your former employer."

"Oh, well no wonder. I'll be right at home."

"By the way, Brenda hasn't seen what's under the tarp. When she sees it, she'll know. I doubt she'll resist, but you never know. She might panic. Do you think you can handle her?"

"She won't resist, and yes, I can handle her. I'll come up for you. I need to coach the first cutter, and that will be the pussy cutter. That's the best part and it can be tricky. One slip and the party's over. Brenda would be terribly disappointed if we fuck this up at the start. She won't get another chance, and she has waited a lifetime for this one."

"That, she has. Take all the time you need. Let's do it right."

"Brad, aren't you forgetting something?"

"What, a red hot poker?"

"My five grand--in advance."

"Damn, are you telling me this has to wait until I can get to the bank?"

"Business is business. We won't lose much time if you hurry. She'll keep, and I have a lot of ground to cover with all cutters. We can get that out of the way while you get my money. And get all ten. I want the other five in this house. When she takes her final gasp, I want to get my shit and git."

"All right, all right. Let's get a move on."

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I found Brenda staked out on the soaked mattress. I looked her over, then went to the gurney and removed the tarp. Everything was there, and she was straining to see. I looked to her as the realization sank in and her head fell back. I busied myself setting up the instruments, testing the electric tools, and arranging the light stands. She watched me create an operating theater.

I returned to her and began freeing her of her bindings. With just the neck chain to go, she said, "You're going to kill me aren't you?"

"You fucked the Duke. What did you expect?"

Air rushed out of her lungs as she collapsed and stared off in space. I freed her last restraint, then aided her to her feet. I guided her to the gurney and helped her lie down, then had her scoot her ass to the end. That we intended to start on her pussy became obvious as I adjusted the lights to brilliantly illuminate her crotch.

She said, "Will my children be seeing this?"

I looked to her and couldn't resist. I said, "They'll be doing it. Right now, they're holding a drawing for the choice body parts: nipples, tits, pussy, and asshole. We'll start with your pussy."

I pressed hard on her inner thighs to accent my next statement: "But, I suppose you surmised that already."

Her breathing was extremely rapid and shallow. Her heart raced. She raised her head, beads of sweat all over her wrinkled brow. I thought I had a panic situation, but she didn't try to get away, or struggle. She said, "You're going to have them fillet me alive, aren't you?"

I was in no hurry, now. I moved to her head and looked down on her face to say, "Isn't that what you'd expect from the evil duchess if she had your children?"

"Yes. She wouldn't bloody her hands when she can bloody theirs."

"My thoughts exactly."

And just to be cruel, I said, "I must tell you, they are all looking forward to this, and they want this to last."

"I would expect nothing less. You have perverted them."

"You will get no mercy from them, but it will be sweet music to my ears hearing you beg for it and receive pain in reply."

"I expect none. I won't give you the pleasure of hearing me ask. I certainly won't beg."

"We'll see, shan't we. I can assure you, death you will beg for and beg for soon."

"If it would give you the slightest pleasure, never."

"You are trying to spoil all my fun, but you're in no position to do that. I will have my fun with every drop of blood that spills onto the innocent hands of your children. That, you cannot deny me."

I returned to her loins and set the stirrups out to their fullest, then began strapping her leg. She said, "You don't need to strap me down. I will hold myself open to the knife."

Hummm, that was an interesting proposition if she could do it past the first slice. I stopped strapping. I said, "Let me see your spread."

She set her feet at the outside corners and laid both knees flat making the widest possible plane of her crotch, much better than I could strap her into. I looked it over, then said, "Can you maintain this spread while your cunt is cut out, one slice at a time in thin strips until nothing remains of your female anatomy, including your womb."

"I have no womb, and yes, if I must to deny you the pleasure of binding me while my children take ghoulish delight in filleting me alive very slowly, I will maintain this spread."

Wow, the sick bitch wanted it bad, and she hinted that she expected ghoulish delight from the kids. This put my clit in a flutter and was nothing like the other one, the big baby.

I said, "As you wish, I'll grant you this dignity, but I warn you, fail to maintain a good spread for the knife, and I'll truss you like a pig at a slaughter house. Furthermore, you are to deny those children no pleasure. They expect to see agony. They want you to beg for mercy and plead with them to stop. You must talk to them constantly and express your pain. They want to see suffering, and I promised them suffering on a scale unimaginable. If you'll give them this pleasure, I'll grant you a dignified death."

"I will do as you wish, Duchess, and I am eternally grateful for this one act of kindness. I will not disappoint and will endeavor to provide you and the children with the greatest amusement possible. You have but to ask and I will obey."

Damn! This just kept getting better and better. This crazy bitch might actually do some cutting on herself. That, I had to see. I said, "See that you do."

I went up the steps on quivering legs, excited beyond measure. I arrived in the living room right after Brad left and the kids were trading body parts. Mark had to have a tit, and Rachel had to have the pussy, after all, she was the oldest. The oldest always goes first. I wanted Rachel to go first, so I stepped in to mediate, and got everyone the part they wanted by offering bonus fingers and toes. I had to throw in the eyelids to get Pete to part with his mother's pussy. I had full fledged ghouls and the party hadn't even started.

When I got them calmed down, I began my lessons by describing the only other experience I had while leading them to believe there were dozens, but she was a good example. They hung on every word and we all masturbated through the telling.

I described their mother's mental attitude and told how she'd slipped deep into her fantasy, about her bizarre desire to die with dignity and her pledge to do anything that would please the Duchess. I opened the floor for ideas.

Rachel responded immediately, saying, "I want her to slice off her own clit slowly while I twist it with pliers. That would be a good test. If she can amuse us while cutting off her clit, she can do anything."

We all agreed and we had our opening act. Tammy had a bonus finger and she wanted to see her mother chew it off. Pete had the asshole and wanted to fuck it up good before he cut it out. He needed hot coals to shove up her ass. Rachel needed some for the pussy, then everyone wanted some. I sent Pete to light the briquettes.

By the time Brad arrived, we had covered everything and were eager to get started. The coals were ready, the ghouls were ready, I was ready. Down we went. We found Brenda masturbating in the position I'd left her. She couldn't stop even as we gathered around her. Brad set the tray of red hot coals on the steps. Brenda looked at them and frigged herself harder.

Rachel took her place between her mother's legs and held the wicked looking surgical pliers up with jaws open for her mother to see, then said with an evil grin, "Enjoy the last orgasm you will ever have, Mother Dear, because right after, you're going to slice off your own clit very, very slowly."

And the very last orgasm exploded in a flurry of fingers as Brenda cried out, "NO!... OH GOD... NO... !"

Before the orgasm fully died, Rachel pushed the hand clear, got a good grip on the clit and pulled while twisting. Brenda screamed her lungs out, but to everyone's amazement, kept her legs in position. All she did was lift and squirm.

Rachel had to stop to hand her mother the scalpel. Brenda took it in trembling hands, then set it in the right and brought it to the base of her stretched-out clit; there, she paused to say to Rachel, "Dear God, Rachel darling, please don't make Mommy do this."

And Rachel's reply was a full 360 degree twist that brought another banshee howl. When the twisting stopped and then the howling stopped, Rachel said, "Cut it off nice and slow for us."

We all watched that shiny blade pressed against the coral pink flesh at the base of the clit, but nothing was happening. The tension. I looked to Brenda's face and saw a catatonic stare. Soon we are all looking at her face, and she softly says, "Gretchen."

Brenda snapped out of it, saw what she was about to do, and dropped the scalpel to the floor. She gave Rachel a menacing look, then twisted her wrist until she dropped the pliers and yelled, "Ouch, Mom! You're hurting me!"

Brenda sat up, releasing Rachel, then hopped down and yelled, "You go to your room, young lady!" And then she turned to the others and shouted, "And that goes for all of you. I said, NOW! MARCH!"

Six naked butts went scampering up the stairs, and then she faced Brad who cowered under her angry glare as she said, "And you, you spineless bastard. You child molesting pervert. You have been feeding my sickness all these years. You, who destroyed my beautiful body and ruined me while pretending you were treating me. OUT! Out of my house, out of my life! If you ever show your face here again, I will rip your lips clean off and stuff them up your decadent ass!"

And then his ass scampered. And then, she faced me. She paced, then faced me to say, "Have you been paid in full?"

"Yes."

"Good. I don't know how you did it, but what you did worked. I am free. I can feel it. You are welcome to stay as my guest, but it's probably best that you leave."

I felt great. I cured her. I don't know how, but if she said I did, I did. I felt like a real pro again, a credit to my profession. I was also feeling a bit full of myself and wasn't ready to go. I liked it there. I said, "I'll leave, but you're going to need help with the kids. I made them this way, I can unmake them. I need to explain to them what I was doing, how I used them, and how they helped affect a cure. They need decompression. This isn't something you turn on and off like a light switch."

"That makes sense. What is your fee for that service?"

"A grand a week, but you still have five paid days on this week."

"How long will this decompression take?"

"The longer the better."

"I can't give you six months. I can give you six weeks."

"Well, I'll manage. In six weeks, they'll be back to normal, or near normal. I can't restore virginity or erase the knowledge they gained. They are sexually active kids, now, and that must change gradually, but they will never return to abstinence. They'll be like every other kid their age, only wiser."

"Are you telling me you will continue to have sex with them?"

I hadn't thought of that, but Brenda looked intrigued by the idea, so I said, "Yes, and I'll need an adult male assistant."

"You're asking me to provide you with a man to fuck my daughters."

"If not a man, then a few male dogs with acceptable endowments."

"My husband's size?"

"That would do nicely."

Hey, I decided to take a chance. I had nowhere to go and this gig was over too soon, and the kids did need me. Something told me that the doggie kink, totally unrelated to her slave captive fantasy, was a kink that still needed scratching, and with dungeon gone, it was now number one. It was a long shot, but what did I have to lose by playing it--nothing.

She paced for a full minute, then addressed me, saying, "Are you sure there's no other way?"

"The girls need a warm, living cock. A dildo won't do. If you can't hire a man, the dogs will have to do."

"How many?"

"One for each girl. They will be paired up with their mates."

"So, they'll be sleeping with their mates?"

"Yes, of course."

"And servicing them at their whim or the dog's whim."

"The dog's whim, naturally--orally, anally, and vaginally--wherever that whim occurs. Inside the house, of course,"

"Yes, of course. It wouldn't do to have my daughters out mating with dogs like bitches on the front lawn."

"No, but they must learn to be good bitches inside the house. With dogs, you don't wean them off. You want them addicted with their sexual desires brought up to the level of their canine partners. The goal is to transfer their awakened sex drive to the animals, and there you leave it until the child decides to replace it with human partners. By that time, they will be more mature--hopefully. In the interim, there's no fear of them getting pregnant."

Damn, I'm good, and she was eating it up with a big spoon. She said, "Yes, that makes good sense."

"Training a good bitch takes more than six weeks, I'm afraid."

"How much more?"

"Twelve, minimum."

"I suppose I could manage that. Can you find the right animals?"

"Do you have a dog pound?"

"Mutts, huh? Common mutts for my daughters. I can't help feeling offended."

She was loving this ridiculous conversation and I could plainly see that, so I decided to drag it out and get more ridiculous. I wanted to see if I could get her to start playing with her pussy. She was, after all, still naked, and I could see her sore and swollen clit begging attention. It was quite obvious and she caught me looking at it a number of times. Still, she wanted to play games, and I was all too happy to accommodate her.

I said, "I won't be breeding your daughters to produce pedigree bloodlines. All they need is a dog with a suitable cock. If you'd rather see your daughters copulating with pedigreed champions, it's your money."

"True, it just seems so decadent to put mutts on them, little Suzie especially. I was thinking a French poodle would look nice on her."

"I was thinking a German shepherd and Labrador mix would look good on her. She's used to her father's cock. A poodle would be way too small."

"One that big, huh?"

"At least. She'd feel cheated if her dog's cock is far less than the other girls have."

"I suppose she would at that."

"You know Rachel. She'd have a fit if she found Suzie sucking off her dog, stealing the dog cum reserved for her mouth and belly."

That did the trick. Both hands were busy. Brenda said, "That would never do. We must try to find dogs with near equal endowments. You're right, the cock is all that matters. We'll put mutts on them, mangy mutts with big cocks. Oh god, I'm going to cum. Thank god it's not my last."

And then she came, and I gave her a warm hug, and then we embraced, and then we kissed, and then we hopped on the gurney and sucked each other's cunts. After that, we were bosom buddies and breeders of select bitches. Boy was Rachel surprised when we brought her mutt to her and her mother said, "Bitch, strip, get down on your hands and knees, then wiggle that sexy ass of yours."

She stripped, got down, and wiggled, then got the shit screwed out of her. While getting the shit screwed out of her, Brenda set a chair before Rachel. She then took a seat in that chair and made a big beaver in Rachel's face, exposing her pisshole as she said, "And now, It's Mommy's turn. SUCK BITCH!"

I hope she learned her lesson. I did. No more torture gigs for this gal. They are so unpredictable--and messy.

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Sucking Daddy

"Mom, please don't be angry with Daddy."

"Cindy, if you must know, I intend to let him have his way with you. It is the best way I can think of to insure his cooperation. I know he lusts after you. The sexual tension when you two are together could be cut with a knife. I just want to know how far he has gotten on his own, that's all. Now, what was the first incident?"

"All right, but it may not be as bad as you're thinking. We never screwed, if that's what you think."

"We already established that you were virgin when you got raped. I know you won't ever tell me a lie. Now begin."

"Well, it started last year. You were in Europe. We were alone in the house. I was looking for something. I walked into your bedroom, and there was Daddy, buck naked, on your bed, beating off. I'd never seen his cock hard like that, only fleeting glimpses of it soft. Actually, I'd never seen any hard cock, not even pictures. There it was, sticking straight up through his fist, wet and shiny, all purple looking. I stopped near the foot of the bed, so I was looking right up his parted legs. I saw everything, balls and all.

"He didn't see me at first. I started to ease back out, but then he did see me. He froze and lifted his head. I said I was sorry. He said, 'Wait!' I stopped, thinking I'd get a chewing out. He raised up to his elbows and asked me to come over. I timidly stepped to his side, trying to avert my eyes from his big cock that was now free and throbbing, pointing up his body, the head bobbing near his belly button. He really has a big one, or so I thought."

"It is a big one. Most are only six inches. Go on."

"Well, I was scared and nervous. He said, 'Honey, don't be embarrassed. I was doing something very personal, but very natural. Everyone does it. It's called masturbation. You know about that, don't you?'

"Well, of course I did. I was doing it, too, by that time. He said, 'It's a bit embarrassing being caught at it, but that isn't your fault; it's mine. I should have been more careful. I think we should discuss this. Don't be shy. Go ahead and look. You must be curious. Sexual curiosity is natural as well. I'm not shy, so go ahead and satisfy your curiosity.'

"I was curious, very, so I looked. It was weird looking at Daddy's cock with him looking on. He told me to look, so I looked. It had lost some of its hardness, drooping to rest on his belly, but it was still huge. He took hold of it and massaged it hard again, offering it up to my eyes, saying, 'This is a man's penis, dear. This is what they look like fully aroused. I stimulate it like this.'

"He then began jacking off as he had been doing, all the while watching me stare at it. He seemed to like having me look at it, so I lost my shyness and stared openly. I figured, what the hell, if he likes showing, and I like looking, why not? He even invited me to get a closer look, so I got to my knees and got closer. I knelt up close with my elbows resting by his hips and just stared. I tried to imagine that big cock of his going in your pussy."

"You won't have to imagine. I intend to give you a very personal demonstration. I have my own fantasies, you know. One is to fuck over your face. You, of course, don't just look, you lick. You lick us while we fuck, and then clean us both afterward."

"That's kinky, Mom. I'll do it, if that's what you want."

"Honey, I know you will, but that's tame compared to the things I have in store for you. Please, continue."

"I also thought about taking it in my pussy. I thought it was too big, though. I never dreamed I'd eventually take one even bigger. While I watched and dreamed, he just kept jerking off. It was great. I loved watching the skin slide along the shaft with his fist, watching all that golden precum oozing from the slit."

"I'm surprised you'd know what that was."

"He explained everything. I even got some on my fingers to feel how slippery it was. He suggested I taste some and I did. I thought it would taste like pee. I certainly didn't expect it to be sweet. He said you call it love honey. I giggled. That's a great name for it."

"You got quite an education."

"I did. He kept up until he suddenly stiffened, groaned, and all this white creamy stuff began spewing out. Some shot up to his neck but most dribbled down his hand as he angled his cock straight up. I loved watching him cum. I knew what it was and knew what to expect, but it was still a shock. I just never pictured it like that. I never thought of sperm as being thick and creamy. I knew it was white, but I thought it was like milk and just a squirt. I had no idea it would keep squirting and squirting."

"He cums more than any man I ever met, and he can cum three, four, even five times in rapid succession. He is amazing in that regard. Most men are out of action for hours after the first. Even then, you're lucky to get a tablespoon. Your father can give you a tablespoon on the fifth round, and his first will fill a quarter cup measuring cup. I've measured, so I can imagine what you saw."

"I know, now, that he's special, although Jason is a close second. He flooded me, and you say he fucked you earlier."

"Yes, he did flood me, come to think of it, and I can see he did a good job in you."

"Eva licked some of that out. I don't think she meant to, but we sorta got carried away."

"She does at that. Get back to your narration. He had just cum."

"Afterward, he looked a bit embarrassed. That might have been due to the look I had on my face. I think he misinterpreted it. I was pleasantly surprised, not disgusted. We talked for a while. He just laid there with that mess on him, his cock wilting under my frequent gaze. I tried to put his mind at ease by showing interest. I got some sperm on my fingers and felt it as I had the love honey, then tasted it and made a pleasing face.

"That seemed to do the trick, so I found the biggest puddle, which was in his belly button and toyed with it, smearing it slowly with my finger. I asked him how often he did it. He told me all about his masturbation habits--how often, when, where--and the different ways he did it.

"He asked if I did it, and I admitted that I did. That was embarrassing for me, but he was so open, I felt I had to be as well. I was afraid he'd ask me to show him, but he didn't, and then later, I wished he had."

"I'm surprised. Would you have?"

"I don't know. I might have. I was pretty horny and getting over my shyness."

"Have you ever shown your pussy to him?"

"That comes much later. Do you want me to jump to it?"

"No, take me through the sequence. Okay, what's next?"

"Well, after we talked, and after I had smeared every puddle out thin, I got a warm wash cloth and cleaned him off. I got to handle his cock. I loved the way it felt, so smooth and silky. I pretty much kept one hand on it while I wiped up the drying cum.

"As I recall, you were due home that afternoon. In fact, we were both listening for the Rolls. We parted, never saying a word about what we'd done, but every time our eyes met, we each knew what the other was thinking. Weeks went by. I thought about the incident often. Every time I masturbated, I saw Daddy's cock and thought about what I'd like to do if I ever got another opportunity. I wasn't sure he even wanted to be alone with me after that. He wanted to, but he seemed scared, scared of you finding out.

"One day, about a month later, we were alone again. Daddy was in his bedroom. I took a chance and walked in, pretending to look for something. There he was, just like before. This time, he seemed to be expecting me. He called me over. I came up and knelt at the bedside overlooking his cock.

"I was determined not to be at all shy. He seemed to sense my eagerness. He invited me to touch it. Before long, I was doing the jerking off for him. He just laid there while I brought both hands into play. I jerked with one and played with his balls with the other. I was dying to make him cum, eager to feel the sperm shoot out then dribble over my hand, dying to watch him heave and squirm in the paroxysms of another orgasm, this time, one that I controlled. I wanted to make my Daddy cum.

"It didn't take long. The cum shot was great. I held his dick straight up so all of it shot up and came down on my hands. He seemed to like it, too. Afterward, I kept milking his spongy cock until it got hard again, then I jacked him off to another. I discovered for myself that he can cum, one after another, but I took my time. I gave him four orgasms and we were both a mess. I had cum to both elbows and he was a creamy mess from his knees to his chin. I cleaned him thoroughly, but not until I got to play in all that sperm.

"This continued for months, at least once a month and sometimes more. We were overly cautious. After a while, we'd just exchange looks when nobody was around, then head for the bedroom. We'd get right down to business. One day, a few months back, just as he was about to shoot, he lifted his hips, turning slightly. This caused the first powerful jet to hit me right between the eyes. It was a big glob that split over my nose and ran to the corners of my mouth. We were both stunned. Some got in my mouth and I licked at more. He saw me do that, but didn't say anything about it except that he was sorry. I told him it was okay.

"The next time we did it, about ten minutes later, he purposefully made his cum hit my face. I sorta helped. I certainly helped the second jet. After that, we dropped the pretense. I'd angle his cock toward my face. He raised up and turned toward me. That's when I took the first full load in the face and I had to hurry to get my blouse off before the cum ran down and stained it. I wasn't even thinking about him. He'd seen me in my bra before.

"I get the blouse off and he says I'd better take the bra off, too, because you'd know a cum stain if you saw it. I could have just run to the bathroom. I knew he just wanted to see my tits, naked. Hell, I was ready by then, so off it comes, and his eyes get big when he sees them. That felt great, so I stuck my chest out and began rubbing the cum over them, getting my titties all wet and shiny. Cum kept running off my face so I had to keep smearing it. I smeared his cum all over my chest, belly, even my arms, under my arms, on my sides. He loved watching me do that. I didn't touch my face. I let that run. Any that got near my lips, I licked. He liked that a lot.

"The rest of his cum shots that day were in my face or on my tits. I even took some squirts right in the mouth, but I made it look like an accident. I knew he liked it, but it seemed perverted, and I didn't want him to think I was perverted, just careless and not squeamish about his cum getting in my mouth."

"He saw you taste it and lick some from your lips. What was the big deal?"

"It wasn't a big deal, it just seemed perverted to take it as a squirt right from his cock and straight into my mouth. It's silly, I know, but somehow, if his semen landed on something other than his cock, it was okay to lick. I licked a big wad off his face early on. I had nothing to wipe it off with. My hands were all messy, so I licked it off, and it took quite a few licks to get it all."

"And that didn't feel perverted to you?"

"No, I was doing him a big favor. He didn't seem to like having cum in his face, and I'd already tasted some and said it wasn't bad. He'd seen me lick some from my lips. It just seemed like the right thing to do. He liked it."

"I'll bet. Go on. Let's move this along. What was the next escalation?"

"After that time, I guess it was a week after I went topless, I stripped down to my panties before we even got started. He said that if my panties got stained, I could always throw them away. Sounded good to me. I was ready to take the panties off, too, but I got the impression he liked seeing me in panties only, no shoes or socks, just my skimpy panties. That was exciting being with Daddy in just a pair of those skimpy panties you get from the boutique. I think that's better than naked, and when they got sopping wet with cum, you could see right through them."

"I'll just bet you made sure they got sopping wet right away."

"I did."

"What did you do, put the head of his dick up one of the leg holes?"

"No, but I did put it down the front, inside the waist band. The first time, I jacked his whole load between my tits and his load ran in one thick blob straight to my panties. When it got there, I pulled the waistband out to let it go inside. Daddy got up to look inside. He wasn't expecting me to do that, and I'm sure he was more interested in getting a peek at my pussy.

"That was neat, so I pulled out more and down so he'd see more than just hair. We could see the top parting of my cunt crack with the clit sticking out all pink and shiny. We watched his cum flow over my pussy hairs and then over my clit. We watched until my pussy was soaking in a big puddle of cum. That made him nervous until I assured him that I wasn't anywhere near my ovulation time. I'd just finished my period. He was still nervous, but didn't say anything, and every load that day went in my panties. That was the day we did it down the front and he came with the head of his dick pressing against my clit. I felt every squirt right on my cunt, right between the lips. We made a mess on the floor that day.

"Last month, I put my mouth over the head as he came. I've been sucking him off ever since then. I suck him off every chance we get. We've even gotten daring. We even did it with everyone home. We did it in the kitchen."

"Amazing. That took balls on both of your parts. He must have been getting something off of you besides blow jobs by this time."

"When I first slipped my mouth over his cock, Daddy started feeling me up. That's when I started playing with my pussy. He got me so horny, I had to. He'd finger me, and I'd rub my clit. Just recently, I started getting naked for him. He got tired of the panties. The last time we did it, which was right before he left on this trip, he had me get naked before we started. That was weird. He had me stand over him and do a strip as a warm up. It was great, both of us naked. I thought he'd try to screw me. It was right after my rape, so I was no virgin."

"Why didn't you?"

"He never tried. I would have, gladly. I wanted it. I even squatted low and ran my cunt over his cock to give him the idea. I took hold of it and aimed it at my hole. I even settled enough for the head to pop in, but he said that was dangerous, that it only took one sperm cell to get a girl pregnant. I didn't know that, and this time, I was close, so I eased up. I was a bit surprised that he didn't seem interested in fucking me. I mean, he could have gotten a rubber. I knew he carried them. He showed me. I figured he was content with blow jobs. I do a good blow job. I swallow all of his cum, and what I spill, I lick up. He likes that."

"I'm sure he liked having the head of his dick in your twat, too. My guess is he knew he was about to blow a nut."

"That could be. He was pretty excited. It'll be great when he finally can. You were serious about that, weren't you?"

"Yes, but even when he gets the okay, he'll only get some when I say and when I'm present. There will be no more jack-offs, no more blow jobs, no more touchy feely unless I give both of you my permission. Is that understood?"

"Yes. You have my word."

"Your word is good enough for me; his never is. I'll be holding you responsible for any slips, so you find a way to control him."

"I will; I swear."

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True Confessions


Advancement into the upper levels of Greyson Industries is no picnic. Robert Newbury sat before Ed Greyson in his plush office suite at the plant, sweating nails. He could barely believe that after only two years, he was even being considered. Still, many went through the interview process, but few ever advanced. Those who did were set for life. Conversely, those who failed to pass muster never went beyond mid-level management.

Robert and his lovely wife, June, sweated separately. She waited at home, sweating her own nails. More than anything, June wanted to rise in local society. Like any good mother, June wanted the good life for her three kids: Jerry, 17; Tanya, 15; Billy, 14. The fact that Jerry had his eyes set on college and they hadn't saved the first dime, made matters worse.

Ed looked over Robert's portfolio, lifted an eyebrow, made some ominous "ummms" and "ahhs," then set the record down and fixed Robert with a critical eye that pierced Robert's forced composure. Sweat beaded on Robert's brow as Ed said, "It all looks in order, Bob; but, as you know, we still have the family interview to do. Don't believe half of what you've heard about these interviews. People love to talk and exaggerate. Only losers talk, and they paint a very unreliable picture. The fact is, these personal interviews with the family are extremely important in helping us determine who enters the Greyson family of upper management and who will never join it. I'm sure you understand."

"Absolutely, Mr. Greyson. I'm sure you'll find everything satisfactory. We have nothing to hide. We are willing to cooperate fully."

"Let's hope so, Robert. I must warn you in advance, the team will probe into very personal family histories, and we will bring a polygraph machine. We cannot afford deception. We do government work here. The government requires this level of security. Is June prepared to open up her sexual history, and do your kids know we will probe theirs as well?"

"We discussed this last night. They understand. June didn't seem too happy about that part, but she has nothing to hide, I'm sure. You know how women are about those things, though. She'll cooperate. She wants this advancement more than I do, if that's possible."

"Just be sure she's ready to bare her soul to the team, and there should be no problem. You might also tell her that a checkered past won't disqualify you. We just don't want surprises. We've passed families who were involved in wife swapping groups, sex for hire, child porno exchanges, and we routinely fail families that are spotlessly clean. We don't care what you guys do as a family. We just need to know what you're doing so that we can see if your family can fit in with ours. Also, there is a practical necessity for uncovering dirty little family secrets. By doing so, we can make your family immune to sexual blackmail. That protects you and the company. I'm sure you understand."

"Oh, absolutely, but I'm sure there's nothing really bad in our family. June is... well... a bit simple and conservative when it comes to sex. She's open to new things, though... I mean, my June is no prude, no sir."

Ed grinned, then said, "We'll see. Saturday night, then." Without shaking hands, Robert got up and departed.

John Tidwell slipped in right after Robert departed. With a huge smile on his face, he approached Ed's desk. "This is going to be beautiful, Ed. June Newbury will shit when she sees me on that team, and wait till you set your eyes on that kid of hers, Tanya. What a little fox. This kid is in need of a fuckin' like no other fifteen-year-old ever was. She's cherry, too."

"Does June know you're after her kid?"

"Hell no, she would have cut my balls off. She watches over Tanya like a mother hen. That June, though, man what a fine piece of ass she is. She can deep throat a cock like a pro. The daughter has to be exquisite."

"I got the impression he thinks his wife is inexperienced."

"Yeah, right. She's as inexperienced as our high school cheer-leading squad. You know what a bunch of teenage sluts they are. The guy's gonna shit when we get her hooked up and she starts spilling her guts. That phony polygraph was the best idea you ever came up with, boss."

"An oscilloscope and a few wire leads will fool just about anyone, John."

"Yeah, but how do you know when to call an answer a lie? That always baffles me."

"I'll let you in on a little secret. I know the answers to most of my questions before I ask. You'd be surprised what a little detective work can uncover. Fortunately, with June, we have you. She'll regret the day she ever opened up to you, my man."

"She did, too, opened up like a book, a cock book. Shit, the bitch was bragging. That's why she'll shit when she sees me there. I know everything about her, and she knows it. I doubt she'll even try to lie. I primed that pump yesterday afternoon when I threatened to expose her to Robert if she didn't set me up with Tanya."

"Yeah, what was her response?"

"She got pissed, just as I thought she would. You'll love this. She said, 'Go ahead and tell him. He'll never believe you.'"

"That is great. He'll believe the polygraph."

"Ed, I'm going to love every fucking minute of this. This woman is so good at hiding her secret life. She is so good at projecting this wholesome, Mother Earth, Susie Homemaker image. I know damned well that nobody in her life has the slightest inkling that behind that thin facade is a sexual dynamo that has never gone an entire week without some strange cock. She's going to shit jelly beans when you ask her about extra-marital affairs, and then start delving into numbers and details. Robert should be a sight to see as well. That spineless bastard won't say a fucking thing. I'd put a week's pay on it."

"You'll get no takers here. Besides, his worry is that she's too pure for us. He knows what we're looking for in the wife of an executive, and he's worried that June won't pass muster. Right now, he's wishing she were a secret slut with a checkered past. This one is hardly a challenge. You know, I think we should pull out all stops on this interview. I think we can turn this one into a fucking orgy--a family orgy. Did you ever see a boy fuck his mother or a father nail his little girl? It beats all."

"She'll do it. She has the hots for her oldest boy. She fantasizes about him, and I've heard every one. To hear her tell it, the kid has the hots for her, too. They've been flashing each other for years. The sexual tension between those two is at a flash point. If she don't catch him jerking off once a week, she takes his temperature."

"What makes you think they haven't gone all the way?"

"No, if she'd fucked him, I'd have known it. She'd have bragged about it. June keeps her fantasies out of her real world. Her private world is where she explores her fantasies. She'll never act on them without a push; but knowing her, it won't take much of a push."

"Shit, this will be so easy, I don't think we need the machine."

"We'll need it. That will give her the excuse to bare her soul. She'll have no choice, unless she wants to terminate the interview. She'd rather expose herself. If you ask me, she wants to bare it. Guilt is eating her up."

"We can certainly help her come clean, and cum often. Okay, get with the others and go over the game plan with them. We meet here Saturday at five-thirty. Show time is six at the Newbury fun house. Tell them to eat oysters for lunch."

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June Newbury was a nervous bundle as the hours ticked by. News of the polygraph came as a real shock. Robert warned her that the interviews were reputed to be nothing more than thinly veiled excuses to play sex games with a promotion prospect's family. The deeply personal and humiliating questions, asked in the presence of the prospect's whole family, were solely to titillate the interview team members. Rumors of wives having to expose body parts for inspections, of having to go off for private sessions, and of kids being fondled, were the talk of the plant rumor mill.

Robert shared these rumors with June, just so she could make an informed decision as to whether to participate and be ready should the rumors prove more true than untrue. The more June thought about what might happen as a result of the interview, the more she sweated. Underneath the tension was a growing excitement at the prospect of being exposed before her family for the slut she was. This scenario figured prominently in one of her favorite fantasies: forced exposure.

Sometimes, in a court of law, her sordid past is laid bare with her friends and family in the courtroom. In another, Robert hired a private detective who followed her and took pictures. She is confronted with these at the dinner table, breaks down and confesses all. The theme has many variations, but all lead to her family accepting her as the mother/slut. All end with her fucking her oldest boy with the family, even Robert, accepting them as lovers. The interview had the potential for a theme she'd never envisioned, but the interview was real. The interview was one day away.

Robert told June that the interview had a bad reputation, that they were nothing more than sex parties for horny execs. They accepted that this was probably true, but they also believed it had a second purpose, to weed out the undesirable. People who wouldn't go along with extra-marital sex, sex games at parties, or mate swapping would certainly be undesirable to people like Ed Greyson. The people who surround Ed were swingers.

That Friday afternoon, Robert and June rehearsed their game plan. Robert thought they should try to project the image of a swinging couple who lived an open relationship and encouraged their kids to explore their sexuality. His biggest worry was that the polygraph would expose them as the uptight, conservative parents they were. June was sorely tempted to make a full confession and set his mind at ease. She felt sure, in his present frame of mind, he'd accept it. She held it in because, deep down, she wanted it to come out at the interview. She wanted to give the fantasy a fighting chance.

They discussed what they'd do and how they might react to a variety of what-if scenarios. June found the frank discussion titillating in its own right. Talking honestly with her husband about the possibility that she may have to put out for him to advance was exciting, especially after discovering that her conservative hubby would accept that eventuality. This came as a real surprise to her, and she pressed for more guidance, offering him a variety of what-if scenarios of her own, including being required to have sex in front of the family. When he said he could live with that as well, June was ready to cream her panties. The fantasy began to take on real potential.

They were in the bedroom, sitting on the edge of the mattress. June snuggled close and sexily whispered, "Honey, there is one thing we haven't gone over. How do we prepare the kids for this interview? They're supposed to be living in a sexually free and open home environment where casual nudity is accepted, where parents teach them about sex and masturbation. There should be Playboy magazine pin-ups in the boy's room, and Tanya should be on the pill with a license to copulate with anything she wants to copulate with. That is not the case, and a quick look around the house will reveal that. A few questions will blow everything."

"Damn, that's right. Shit! What are we going to do?"

"I suggest we have a family meeting. Why don't we get that way overnight. We can set new rules, give the boys some dirty magazines, give Tanya a box of condoms, and sexy this house up a little. A few nude paintings and that swan mating with the goddess water fountain would look good by the pool."

"I suppose we could. June, are you talking about doing this just for the interview, or doing these things as a real change?"

"We can't do this just for the interview. Our kids cannot see us as being phony or hypocritical. I say, if we do the interview, we are stuck with the change."

"You're right, honey. We can't be hypocrites. We're going to have to open up, be more loose. We're going to have to let the kids be sexually free. Tanya might use those condoms, you know. Can we live with that?"

"I can. Can you live with a Tanya that brings a man into our home, then takes him up to her room to have sex?" While pondering this, June said, "Honey, I hope it won't come to this, but suppose this interview focuses on Tanya? She is an adorable, sexy child, and she's fully matured--sexually, anyway." Robert wrinkled his brow, looking to get a clue as to how he should respond. She made things easy for him by adding, "Sexual intercourse certainly wouldn't kill her if it came to that."

"No, it wouldn't kill her."

"I've been keeping a close eye on her lately. She shows the signs of an awakening sexuality. She might be ready to give it away to some pimple-faced boy any day now."

"She might. It happens all the time."

"She might welcome the attention of these men, and if it will help the family, perhaps we should do nothing to discourage them."

"You'd permit that, June? Are you sure?"

"If it takes that to secure our family's financial future, yes, I am. I just need to know how you want me to act should someone try to get her into a room, you know--to try on rubbers."

"That's a tough one, but I suppose we should look the other way."

"I suppose. But what if someone tries something in front of us and the boys?"

"I doubt that will happen, June. What would you do if it does?"

"What would you do?"

"No, you tell me what you'd do. I'll go along with you."

"Well, given what's at stake, I think I might remain quiet. No, I will remain quiet. Really, what difference does it make where they do it, if we already decided to allow it? Doing it is doing it. I'm not altogether sure she wouldn't be better off doing it out in the open where we'll at least know she's safe and not being hurt. Having us there might make things easier on her, if not embarrassing."

"You're right. I'm with you on that."

June felt like smiling, but said, "And if it's me that gets it in front of everyone, that's okay as well?"

"Yes, I could deal with that. I hope it doesn't come to that."

"Yes, but you know the rumors. If they're true, it has happened before. Robert, how should I act if I see things leading down that path. If I see that's what they want. Should I be coy, act stupid, resist, or go along and get it over with."

"I don't know. What are your thoughts?"

"I was thinking. If we can both see where the interview is headed, you know, by the way they act. I mean, if it's clear they want me to put out, and we've already decided I should, even in front of everyone. Well, I was just thinking, wouldn't we make a bigger, more positive impression, if I was cooperative. I mean, if it's going to happen anyway, why make things difficult for them? Why be dragged?"

"That does make sense."

"And, they'd expect to see me initiating some things on my own. I mean, women like that, loose women, do that sort of thing."

"Yes, you're right. That's not going to look good to the kids, but we can prepare them in advance should things take that turn."

"And how do I dress for something like this? Do I go for the prim and proper, responsible housewife and mother look, or do I dress sexy and look... you know, easy?"

"I do have a clue, there. Ed made it a point to tell me that swingers, pedophiles, and adulterers made it in; prim and proper families don't. It was a hint, June. I'm certain of it. These guys, the corporate executives, are all looked upon as swingers in their private lives. They did say casual. I think sexy is the best choice."

"I agree, but how sexy? There's sexy, and then there's SEXY. How sexy do you want me, Robert? I'll be as sexy as you want."

"I don't know. I suppose, as sexy as you can get."

"Robert, you haven't seen me as sexy as I can get except in here. Sexy as I can get is nasty sexy, like in a micro-mini with no panties. Sexy as I can get is boldly showing these men what I have to offer as a woman. I am talking about showing my tits, ass, and pussy in such a way that they'll know everything is available to them. What I need to know is, is that how sexy you want me to dress? I'll do it if that's what you want. I'll dress that way even in front of the kids, if that's what it takes."

"Come on, June; I know you better than that. You'd never wear a micro-mini without panties and you know it, especially not in front of the kids. You don't even own a micro-mini."

"Robert, the kids have all seen me naked. As for the micro, I own one now. I bought it yesterday. Would you like me to put it on for you--without my panties?"

Robert eyed her with surprise and suspicion, but nodded uneasily. June hopped off the bed and dashed to her dresser. She grabbed the items, turned to smile, then flounced to the bathroom, stopping to tease, "Don't go away, big boy."

Robert leaned back after wiping sweat from his brow. He'd never seen June act so wantonly or look so excited before foreplay even began. She was hot, and the talk made her that way. That she was looking forward to the interview was obvious, but that fact struck him as odd. When June emerged from the bathroom, Robert's jaw dropped.

June did a complete turn in the doorway, then sauntered over on four-inch heels to stand before him with one hand resting on a cocked hip. She smiled a come-hither smile and cooed, "New in town, sailor?"

Robert eyed her up and down. Her sleek, shapely figure had never been more beautifully displayed. Her upstanding D-cup titties poked at the sheer blouse. Her rouged nipples showed clearly and vibrated when she took a step. The skirt hugged her hips and the hem barely went past her crotch. The skirt cut across the tops of her perfect thighs--thighs molded into fishnet nylons, seamed in the back. With heavy makeup and her hair fluffed up, she'd look like an expensive hooker.

Robert's cock lunged up to press uncomfortably for release. June eyed the bulge and raised her right leg to tease it with her patent leather toe, saying, "Is this a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me, big fella?"

Robert gazed on his wife's vagina, surprised to see she'd shaved her cunt bare and had applied red lipstick to her inner lips. Her pussy looked obscene, but he'd never seen anything so visually exciting. In an uncharacteristic move, he lunged for her and pulled her to the bed. They rolled until Robert was over her, between her legs. He drew out his cock and aimed at her shiny, red, naked vulva. June said, "Oh, my. What are you going to do? You're not going to fuck me, are you, mister?"

Robert shoved his cock in until their pubic hairs meshed, then screwed her like a horny poodle, coming before June, as usual, five minutes later. Sweating and panting, he rolled off. June, still on fire, rolled to her side of the bed, drew her plastic vibrator from the night stand, and attacked her pussy. This was nothing new. It was they way their sex always ended. Robert loved watching his lovely wife fuck herself, and June enjoyed doing this obscenely personal act with him watching.

Normally, they were both quiet throughout this scene. Robert would act like a fly on the wall, while June ignored his presence. This time was different. June centered her widely parted legs on her husband and began by talking, saying, "They might make me masturbate. Should I do this in front of the kids, sweetheart?"

Inches from his face, June plunged the slick instrument through her wide open gash, using her free hand to manipulate her wet sex lips, running the tip of the vibrator over and around her standing pink clit, then plunging it into her hole to give herself rapid, deep strokes, fucking herself madly while lifting and grinding her cunt in the air. Robert had never seen such a wanton display, and imagining his kids seeing their mother this way was almost too much to contemplate. It was a shock that she'd even suggest such a thing, even in the heat of passion.

Not wanting to dampen her passions, he went along, saying, "I'm afraid you'll have no choice if you want me to get this promotion."

"Oh, I do. You must get that promotion. I may have to fuck them all, right in front of Jerry, Tanya, and Billy. Will that upset you, dear?"

Robert was thinking it would, very much, but said, "I'll survive; they'll adjust."

"And if I have to suck their cocks?"

"We'll survive that as well."

June thrashed about under the driving plastic cock, saying, "Will it anger you if Jerry gets turned on watching me getting fucked?"

"I wouldn't blame him. He's a virile young man."

This pleasantly surprising reaction brought on another wild fit of self abuse. She said, "Suppose he wants to fuck me too. Suppose the men want to see him fuck me? Should I welcome Jerry between my legs, maybe Billy, too?"

"I'm sure that won't happen, June."

"It might. Tell me what I should do, dear. Tell me!"

Robert didn't like this turn, but she obviously did, or found the fantasy exciting. After a brief pause, he said, "I suppose you should."

"What should I do? Say it, Robert. Tell me what I should do."

Robert winced, but said, "You should fuck them. You should let the boys fuck you."

"Ohhh! Yessss! Oh JESUS! Oh, Robert, I'm cumming. Oh baby. It feels so good. Ahhhhh."

June slowly return to Earth. Self consciously, she set the wet vibrator aside and looked to him sheepishly, saying, "Wow, I guess I got carried away, there."

"Yes, you did. I understand. It was just fantasy. Don't worry about it."

June became pensive, then said, "Robert, it could happen, you know. Those things are not unheard of, and Jerry has been showing a rather peculiar interest in me as a female. I'm not imagining it, Robert."

"Jerry is a young man in his prime. He'll stand in line to watch bugs mating. Anything in a skirt will turn a seventeen-year-old boy's head."

"Gee, thanks. And I actually thought he found me particularly sexy and desirable. It was the skirt all along."

"Honey, I'm sure he does find you particularly sexy and desirable. Boys with mothers as gorgeous as you have it double bad. That doesn't mean he's about to jump your bones."

"Yes, but suppose someone in a position of authority said he should, that it was okay?"

"I don't know; he might. Honey, you seem especially concerned about this. Correct me if I'm wrong, but does the idea turn you on? Are you hoping this will happen?"

"No, don't be silly. I just want to be prepared so I'll know how to respond if I'm put in the position of having to have sex with him. I just happen to think it's a very real possibility, and I know for a fact that Jerry will jump at the chance. I want to know how I'm supposed to act. I want you to think hard about this and take it seriously. I want you to tell me exactly how to respond."

"June, you just said that you know for a fact that he wants you. How do you know for a fact?"

"All right. For one thing, a woman knows the look. He looks at me that way. Secondly, he looks at me where he shouldn't be looking at me--down my blouse and up my skirt, constantly, openly, embarrassingly so. He is forever hovering nearby when I shower or dress. When I shower, he has to get in the bathroom. Taking a piss takes on emergency proportions. I have to get out, unlock the door, then try to get back in before the door opens. No one is that fast. I don't even try to beat the opening door anymore. He takes his sweet time and eventually forces me to step out while he's still in there."

"How can he force you to step out naked with him in the bathroom?"

"He doesn't actually force me. It's just that I know it would be pointless to wait him out. No matter how long I stalled, he'd still be there."

"So, he has seen you naked?"

"Yes. I don't try to hide my body from him anymore. It's a losing battle that I surrendered months ago. He won. I now dress and undress in front of him, mostly because I have no other choice."

"Whatever happened to door locks?"

"With one bathroom, I can't lock the kids out."

"And the bedroom?"

"He follows me in. If I locked the door with him inside, how would that look?"

"So, what you're telling me is that you surrendered your privacy."

"Yes, I guess that's what I'm telling you. I can't even go to the bathroom in private. He'll get right down and push my knees apart to see everything. I can't even change a tampon without him supervising the procedure from very close up. You have no idea how embarrassing that is for a woman, much less, a mother."

"Why wasn't I told months ago?"

"Because I should be able to handle the home front, and, frankly, I was embarrassed at my failure. I didn't want Jerry getting in trouble for something that was my failure."

"All right, so the kid likes to look at a naked woman. He's a looker, as is every other boy. I honestly can't blame him for pressing his desires in that department. You are something to look at in the nude. That doesn't mean he wants to screw you."

"Robert, he takes my used panties from the hamper. There is always a pair under his pillow. This has been going on for two years. It is done so openly, now, that he frequently waits while I remove them, picks them up, and goes to his room. I guess they're fresh used panties that way."

"Shit, June, you should have nipped that in the bud the first time you found out. You may as well shuck them off and hand them to him."

"I do that, too. Like I said, it's something we do openly but never discuss. I failed there as well. I never could bring myself to confront him about it. Over time, it became the norm. My used panties are his to use until I can replace them with another pair. Lately, he's been taking the ones I'm wearing. He rarely asks; he just takes them. Furthermore, he usually strips me naked just to get my panties off."

"I'm sure you put up a hell of a fight."

"I do admonish him if we're not alone in the house, yes."

"I'll bet. I suppose Tanya and Billy have caught this act?"

"I don't count them. They've seen me stripped to the point of boredom. I was talking about company."

"Christ, June! What the hell is he doing with your used panties, anyway?"

"He wears them over his head while masturbating. He positions the crotch over his nose and breathes in my vaginal scent while beating off. Sometimes, he chews the crotches. I know, because he likes getting caught. I don't think a week goes by that I don't catch him doing this."

"My god, June, and you still don't say anything? Don't you realize the message you're sending that boy?"

"What message? That I find it wildly flattering, that it turns me on?"

"It does, doesn't it?"

"Yes, Robert, it does. It's a tremendous turnon for a woman to know that a male--even a male son--would find her dirty parts so exciting and delicious that he'd want it as close to his nose and mouth as possible. Sue me, but I am a woman. Now do you see why I say I know for a fact?"

"Okay. Maybe he would. I'll concede that. I'm also going to tell you that you did a great deal to foster that desire. If I were to divide up blame, I'd put five percent on Jerry and ninety-five percent on you."

"Fine, I accept that. I'll go so far as to admit that I encouraged this treatment every step of the way. I instigated every escalation, or almost. You still haven't told me how I am to respond if Jerry gets in line with the other men, or if Ed wants to see a mother/son act."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? That really turns you on, doesn't it? That's what made you cum; when I said you should fuck the boys."

June rolled off the bed, then stood with her back to Robert. Suddenly, she turned and said, "Fuck it! Yes, god damnit! I'm hot for Jerry. I've wanted to fuck him for years. There, I said it. Do you want a divorce?"

Robert sat upright and took on a serious expression. He softly said, "Relax, June. I would never want to divorce you over that. Actually, I understand completely. I was out of line to act like that. I'm a bundle of raw nerves. Since you were honest with me, I'll confess similar urges towards Tanya. I do fantasize about her, quite often."

Relief and a smile lifted the corners of June's full lips. She returned and sat on the bed, saying, "You do, do you? I think that's great. I think she'd be flattered. Personally, I think she has a crush on her daddy. She'd be easy for you."

"Please, June. I'd never make the advance. It's just a fantasy."

"I know, so is mine. It's something we have in common, though. You know, you may get your fantasy fulfilled as well. Suppose Ed wants to see a father/daughter act. You and Tanya would get center stage. Imagine that, Robert. Fucking Tanya in front of your wife, knowing she's getting off on it. I would, too, you know."

"June, you are full of surprises. Where have you been keeping this side of you? Who are you? What have you done with my wife?"

June giggled, laid a hand on his erection and purred, "She's gone and you'll never see her again. We sold her to white slavers. Right now, she's fucking a platoon of the sultan's palace guard and having the time of her life. Now, you have me. I'm much more fun, and better suited for your career advancement."

This frivolous little bit of play acting shook Robert back to his present reality. He smacked his forehead and cried, "Jesus H. Fuckin' Christ! I can't believe I was getting upset with you over Jerry when that's just the kind of thing they're looking for. And I was sweating that they'd find you too prim and proper. I must be nuts. I should have been jumping for joy. Screw that old June. Welcome to the Newbury family."

June smiled devilishly and dropped her mouth over Robert's cock. She sucked with her head turned so as to watch his expression. Robert smiled lovingly. June lifted up to say, "Close your eyes and picture Tanya sucking your cock."

Robert closed his eyes and felt June's mouth going over the head with a tentative hesitance. This was odd for such a talented cock-sucker as June. The mystery unfolded when June said, in a child's voice, "Am I doing it right, Daddy?"

Robert's smile grew big. He said, "Yes, sweetheart, but get more of my cock in your mouth and suck harder. Watch those teeth, precious."

"Okay Daddy. Like this?" June purposefully gagged herself by jamming his cock to the back of her throat. Coughing and sputtering, she tried again, dragging her top teeth gently along the ridge of his shaft. "Easy, sweetheart. Cover your teeth with your lips. Pump the shaft while you suck. Play with Daddy's balls."

"Okay Daddy. Are you going to squirt your baby juice in my mouth, Daddy?"

Robert laughed and said, "Yes, and you're going to be a good little girl and swallow it all down, aren't you?"

"Yes, Daddy. I always want to be a good girl for you. Will this make a baby in my belly?"

"June, give me a break. The girl's fifteen, not five."

June climbed up and straddled his lap, impaling herself on his rod. She said, "Screw you. I thought you'd like her younger. I need cock. You just lie back and shut up while I fantasize."

Robert allowed her to ease him back to the mattress, then watched his sexy wife riding his cock with her eyes closed, her mind actively turning her fantasy over and over, a delicious smile formed on her passionate face as she humped his standing erection. When she got going good, Robert, in perfect imitation of Jerry's speech and manner, said, "Mom, this is super cool. I never thought I'd actually get to fuck my foxy mom, and now it's happening."

The response from June was instantaneous. She swooned and cried out. She bounced harder and took him deeper, saying "Oh yes, believe it, sweetheart. We're fucking."

"Mom, you not only have the best smelling and tasting pussy, you have the best feeling pussy, too."

June went frantic, humping and clenching her fists. She cried, "Oh, God, Jerry. I love your cock. You make me so horny, baby."

"Mom, what if Dad catches us fucking."

"Ummmm, yes, I hope he does. I'd make him watch. I want him to watch me taking a real cock."

"Me too. I'll show him how to really fuck a horny woman like you, Mom. We'll put him in his place; we'll show him, won't we, Mom?"

"Oh, God Damn! You beautiful little mother fucker. Yes, you'll show him, all right. You'll show him good."

Robert's cock never got such treatment. Had he not just cum, he would have cum minutes ago and spoiled the fantasy. Impulsively, he said, "Mom, I want to knock you up. I want you to get off the pill and get pregnant with my baby."

Robert was not ready for the violent reaction. June went ballistic, jumping up and down on his poor cock while pounding his chest with her fists, screaming, "Yes, Jerry, get me pregnant! Fuck me, Jerry! Fuck me! Oh, Jerry, Yessss! Yesss! Oh, god, yesssss. I want your baby."

June collapsed over Robert, caught her breath, then rolled off onto her back with a gentle nudge. He was still in shock and rose to one elbow to look at her. She turned her head his way and a smile formed on her passion-wracked face. He said, "Struck a hot spot, eh?"

"Bingo!"

A loud knock on the bedroom door shook them. The voice behind the door belonged to Jerry. He said, "Mom, what do you want?"

June struggled to her elbows. She and Robert exchanged looks and almost burst out laughing. She whispered, "I want your baby, you stud muffin."

"Mom, what do you want? Open the door."

"I'm naked, Jerry."

"So."

"I'm in bed with your father."

There was a long silence. "Well, why did you call me?"

June, with a smile in her voice, said to Robert, "Do you want to field this?"

Robert said, "It was nothing, Jerry. Go on back to whatever you were doing."

In parting, they heard a sarcastic, "Sure, Dad. You too."

"Why that impudent little shit. Did you hear that? He's jealous of me being in here with you."

"I know. I love it. He wants his mommy, Robert. Do you still think I'm imagining it?"

"I never did. Wow, this is weird. I almost feel like the intruder here. I feel like I'm in bed with another man's wife."

"Oh--that's interesting. I mean, that you would know what that feels like. Do you have a confession to make, darling? Have you been getting some nookie on the side?"

"You know better; besides, there's no hole on the side. I check every woman I sleep with."

She slapped his arm playfully and said, "Oh you. I'll bet you've nailed a few honeys from work. You can tell me. Have you, ever?"

Robert smiled, thought as though counting, then said, "No, never. Have you? Seriously."

"I'm not telling."

Robert sat up, his brow wrinkled. "Honey, have you? I won't get mad if you have. I promise. I just want to know."

June studied his face. She knew he was sincere. She was tempted to come clean, but remembered the interview and the fantasy. She got serious and said, "I plead the fifth."

"You cheated? I don't believe it! Who? When?"

"I pleaded the fifth, Robert."

"June, I can guarantee any cheating will be uncovered tomorrow night. I don't want it to come out like that. Let's talk about it, now. Screw the fifth."

"No, if they ask the right questions, you're right, I'll tell the truth, but I'm not confessing anything I don't have to."

"But you're saying there's something to confess?"

"Yes, I'll say that much."

"Is it big?"

"Very big."

Robert's interest was piqued. He beamed. He was pleased. Like a kid trying to get clues as to what was in a wrapped present, he pressed, "Is it something Ed would like?"

"Most definitely."

"In quantity or quality?"

"Both, I suspect."

"Damn, June. What the hell could it be?" Like an excited kid, Robert bounced onto his knees overlooking his smugly smiling wife and pleaded, "June, you've got to get this out even if they don't ask. It could make or break us."

"Relax, Robert. They'll ask. It'll come out. I won't hold anything back. Trust me; when I'm finished, they'll want us in their dirty little clique. I won't be the one to let you down, but the kids might if we don't get them ready. We're wasting valuable time."

"You're right. I can't get over this, though. Just a hint."

"No hints. Subject closed."

"All right, but it better be good after this buildup. So, how do we proceed with the little monsters?"

"I was thinking we should walk out there naked and have a birds and bees talk just to warm things up. They've all seen me, but they've never seen your equipment wagging around the house. Tanya would like a look, I assure you. Besides, seeing us naked, together, right after sex, will turn them on."

"What, you're not going to clean up?"

"Why. What better way to demonstrate the birds and bees than with the pollen still on the flower."

"Shit, you have changed. Can we really walk out there like this? Are you going to take the outfit off?"

"We can, and I will. I think stark naked will be best." June flounced off the bed and stripped quickly, saying, "Come on. Let's just do it before we chicken out. Do you want me to do the talking, or do you want to?"

"You do it. I wouldn't know what to say. Can you give me some idea where you're going with this?"

"I'm winging it."

"Are you going to be clinical, or will you give it to them in street talk?"

"Definitely not clinical. Come on. You're stalling." Robert came up alongside June. They looked each other over. June looked fresh-fucked with a messy crotch and lines of wet fluids running down both legs. Robert had wiped his crotch on the pillow case before getting up. His spent noodle was not at all impressive soft. He said, "Honey, I think you need to clean up. That looks pretty obscene. I can even see the cum leaking from your hole."

"Well, I think you need to get some blood in that noodle. That won't even impress Tanya. I hate to tell you this, but Jerry has you beat hands down in the cock department. Billy, too, come to think of it."

"You've seen Billy, too. Do you guys walk around here naked, beating off, when I'm not around?"

"No, but I'm here all the time, and things just happen when you have one bathroom."

"I'm surprised you want me to look more impressive in the cock department. If Jerry sees what you have to settle for, and realizes what he has to offer, it might give him the confidence to make his move."

"Shit, that's right. What was I thinking? Don't you dare let any more blood in that pathetic little worm." June teasingly bent and shook her finger at the head of Robert's cock, nestled in the nest of his pubic hair, looking like a frightened little animal. She said, "Don't you dare come out of there, you little weasel. You must learn to bow to your betters."

Her actions and words seemed cruel on the surface, but joking about Robert's substandard penis was a running joke with them. Robert always took the ribbing well, secure in their relationship. Besides, he could manage a respectable erection. It was his flaccid state that looked pathetic. He had a range that was unusual--one inch, soft, to six inches long.

June had an ulterior motive in taunting him, though. In her fantasy, she conditions Robert to accepting Jerry as the Alpha male cock in the house. He willingly subordinates his pussy privileges to his son. Robert gets pussy only after Jerry is sated and gives consent. Robert was already beginning to accept that reality and Jerry hadn't even stepped up to claim his rights yet.

When June finished belittling her husband's cock, she slowly came up to look Robert in the eye. He showed a slight hurt from the joking words this time. What was worse, when he looked in June's eyes, he saw she wasn't joking. June did not relieve his anxiety by smiling, but stood firmly, looking serious. Robert said, "Just how big is Jerry's cock?"

"I've never put a ruler on it, but I've never seen it looking less that five inches when soft. When he has a hardon, it's at least nine. He possesses the cock of my girlhood fantasies, Robert. Every girl has this picture of the perfect cock. I gave birth to mine."

"What is the perfect cock?"

"It's nine inches long, with a helmet head like a fireman's hat. The crown is twice as thick as the shaft, and the shaft is twice as thick as my thumb. That's perfect, and that's what Jerry keeps waving in my face every chance he gets."

"June, suppose this does go down like you're hoping? Suppose you and Jerry break the ice and cross that barrier? Where do I stand?"

"Do you want the truth?"

"Yes, I want the truth. It's all right. I think I already know the answer. I just want to hear you say it. Let's get it out in the open."

"All right, Robert. You would stand behind Jerry when it came to sex, but you'd still be my husband and the man of the house. In other words, I would give Jerry first crack at the crack."

"You're serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious."

"Spell that out for me."

"I can't do that, because I don't know what Jerry will want. I don't know what demands he'll make, or what rules we'll have to follow."

"But he will make the rules, and you are prepared to enforce them?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so, Robert."

"I see."

"It's not as bad as it sounds. He won't be living here much longer. He goes off to college next year. The worst that can happen is that he lays claim to my ass and won't share."

"And that would mean a year with no pussy for me. Is that what you're saying?"

"No, but it means a year without my pussy. I would not begrudge you going elsewhere. I doubt Jerry would be that possessive, but I'm pretty sure he'll want to control my sex life."

"So I have to ask Jerry for a piece of my wife's ass?"

"Yes, I think that's the way things will work out for the best. There can be only one dominant cock under one roof. The dominant cock under this roof is swinging between Jerry's legs. By all rights, he should decide all matters of mating for the females in his domain. Every pussy should be under his control, even Tanya's. All other cocks should be subordinate to his. That's the way it should be, and that's the way I want it to be."

Robert stood silent and pensive. June gave him time to think, time to jerk her away from her fantasy if that was his wish. She silently prayed that her candor would not undo all the progress she'd made. Robert turned away and paced. A minute later, he stopped, turned to her, and said, "All right, June. I accept the situation. I can't say it pleases me, but I can see how badly you want to experience this fantasy. What's one year? If you manage to consummate your relationship with Jerry, I'll await his decision and follow his rules without a grudge."

June let out a long-held breath and threw herself into Robert's arms, saying, "Oh, sweetheart, I love you so much. I want this so much. I truly, truly do. It won't be so bad. I'll give you all the hand jobs and blow jobs you want. I only want to give my ass and pussy to Jerry. I want to make them his property, and I want you to recognize them as his property. You will, won't you?"

"Yes, I will. Let's get this over with. June, you're not thinking about laying this dominant cock thing on them now, are you?"

"No, silly. It will come after we get it on, but then I will. We'll have another family meeting."

"That should be interesting."

"It will be for Tanya. How would you like to be a fifteen-year-old virgin and be told by your parents that your big brother owns your ass and pussy and can do with them as he pleases."

"That's going to be interesting as hell."

"Come. We have ice to break."

Together, Robert and June walked hand in hand into the living room. Three heads popped up over the sofa and everyone froze. June said, "Turn off the TV and step into the den." June and Robert led the way. Jerry, Billy, and Tanya were soon in the room with them.

The kids stood before their parents. All but Jerry made a conscious effort to avert their eyes from the genital area. Jerry's eyes feasted on his mother's cum drooling pussy, pleased with the new modification--a shaved beaver. June's pussy looked even more naked than he'd ever seen it, and she basked in his approving attention. Her juices stirred instantly. She could feel her vulva swelling with blood and her clit rising to stand tall between her wet, naked cunt lips.

June said, "You all know what we're facing tomorrow night. This is the biggest challenge this family has ever faced, and we are totally unprepared to meet it. We told you that these men are looking for special qualities in the family, but we didn't tell you what those qualities are. We're pretty sure we know, now, so we'll share what we know and get ourselves ready.

"We're standing here, naked, for a reason. Don't be shy, look. We want you to look." The other two timidly let their eyes wander down. June moved her stance wider and pushed her pussy out, studying their reactions. Tanya seemed as interested in her pussy as in her father's cock. Billy, like Jerry, had eyes only for her pussy. Her pussy was delighted by the almost unanimous attention and it swelled with pride. She said, "These men are looking for a family that is, shall we say, uninhibited and sexually open. We aren't like that, but we have to get like that, and soon. If not, we can forget about Dad's promotion, and college becomes iffy."

Jerry said, "So what do we do? I want to go to college, Mom."

"I know, dear, and you will. First off, I want you guys to take off your clothes. We're going to get natural here. Tanya, you too."

"Mom, I can't, not with them here."

In short order, the boys were half naked and Tanya hadn't made a move. June went to assist, saying, "Tanya, your clothes are coming off. You have a lovely body, and you should be proud to show it. Besides, we're all family here. We shouldn't be uptight with each other. See, Billy and Jerry are already naked."

Jerry said, "Yeah, Tanya, let's see what you have? Show your stuff, girl."

"See, Mom. They're already teasing me."

June managed to free Tanya of her blouse and struggled to get the unhooked bra cups out of her grasp. Finally, in frustration, June said sternly, "Tanya, let go, now!" Her hands released the bra and her tits were free.

Jerry said, "Hey, nice boobs, Sis. Are you cold?"

June was unfastening Tanya's skirt with no resistance. Tanya crossed her arms over her chest, defensively. From her kneeling position looking up, June said, "Shake those titties in his face Tanya. Don't be such a prude; he paid you a compliment."

The skirt dropped and left Tanya standing in her panties. June hooked the waist band and caused a panic reaction as Tanya squeezed her legs together and crouched. June lightly slapped Tanya's ass and said, "Stand up straight!" Tanya stood and the panties came down. June bent lower to remove her shoes, skirt, and panties from her feet. While crouched with her head near Tanya's crotch, she couldn't resist a close-up and personal peek.

Tanya's clit peeked up from her lightly-downed puffy vaginal lips making for a delightful sight. June checked frequently as Jerry checked it out for himself, poking his head close, making Tanya squirm and cry out, "Mom, please stop him. This is so embarrassing. Why is everyone so interested in that part of me?"

June was about to say something to Jerry when she felt his hard dick brush her cheek. It distracted her. It happened again, more directly, purposefully. She had to keep her head up for the contact to occur, so she did so, pulling Tanya's foot up to her lap to remove her shoes and socks. Raising Tanya's foot also opened her crotch to eyes that peered up from below. Billy was on the floor behind his sister, gazing up into her pussy. June smiled at him as Jerry's cock dragged slowly across her cheek.

A wicked thrill raced through her as she realized he was boldly stroking her face with his hard dick held in his hand. Just then, Tanya noticed Billy, cupped her crotch and cried, "Mom, tell Billy to stop looking at me there."

Jerry was amazed that his mother wasn't pulling back. He was even more amazed that his father didn't jump on him, because he could clearly see that the contact wasn't accidental. Jerry had his cock in his hand and was rubbing the head against his mother's cheek. Emboldened, Jerry moved the head of his cock along his mother's cheek, advancing to the corner of her mouth, and still she remained steady. When she answered Tanya, she did so with the head of Jerry's dick pressed to the corner of her lips, saying, "Take your hand away and give him a good look, Tanya. Give me your other foot, and keep those knees apart."

Tanya reluctantly set her bare foot down and lifted the other, all the while watching her big brother's cock being pressed to her mother's lips, smearing her lips with precum as though he were applying lip gloss. By this time, everyone was watching, and June was aware of this fact, especially when Tanya said, "Mom, how can you let him do that?"

June could not have been more pleased with Jerry's bold actions. Doing so with his father looking on was as good as saying, "Look, Dad, she's mine, not yours. This is the cock she really wants."

Slowly, she turned her face toward Jerry and, as she expected, found herself looking straight down its nine-inches with the crown pressed to her lips. A dropping pin would have made a racket. Her loving eyes turned up and met his grinning eyes looking down. His eyes carried a dare to suck him. Her mouth opened like the doors of a massive space station. The lips flowed over the crown as the head was engulfed in her mouth. It soon hit the back of her throat, but that wouldn't stop her, because deep throating cock was her claim to fame. Like a sword swallower, she took the cock deeper and deeper as everyone looked on in absolute astonishment, none more so than Jerry.

June's lips pressed firmly into his pubic bone as she used her throat muscles to milk his cock. The others could see the swallowing action and the distinct swelling deep in her throat as when a python swallows a rabbit. When her breath ran out, she slowly eased back, let the crown ease out, and ended the delicious suck with a kiss to the tip. Returning her attention to Tanya's shoe, she quickly removed it and dropped the foot. Jerry simply looked at his mother with a slackened jaw.

June stood, and Billy got up as well. She said, "I did that to demonstrate that things need to loosen up with us. We need to shed years of inhibitions and normal social taboos if we're to impress the men from Greyson Industries. Get used to it, kids. After tomorrow night, things won't ever be like they were again, but your father and I think that's good. We were much too uptight."

Robert added, "Your mother is right. We have to get loose, and act as though we've been loose all along. Whatever inhibitions you have, try to get rid of them tonight."

June eyed the two straining erections and said, "Well, I see you boys have no trouble getting loose." Robert saw that his was the smallest. Billy had seven inches, easy. "Tanya, you look stiff. Loosen up, girl. You're free. Enjoy your freedom from clothes. Let your body breathe, dance, jump, fly."

"Mom, they keep staring, especially, you-know-where."

"No, Tanya, where are they staring? Say the word. Say it loud and proud."

"No, I can't."

"Pussy? You can't say pussy? Pussy is a lovely word. Say it, Tanya."

The boys were laughing and making a scene trying to look between her legs. Tanya struggled to stay hidden, keeping her legs together, crouching, and clutching herself. June came up and grabbed Tanya firmly by the shoulders and shook her roughly, sternly saying, "Now you stop this foolishness, young lady. If you are the reason we fail, everyone will suffer. You'll be the blame. Now you do as I say. Stand with your legs wide apart. Move them... Wider... Wider."

Tanya nervously widened her stance until she stood with her feet a yard apart. Both boys knelt on the floor looking up into her pussy--Jerry from the front, Billy from the rear. She appeared on the verge of tears as June said, "Now throw your arms up high and back. Stretch out your chest. That's it, show those magnificent tits. Show that beautiful pussy. Shout, 'Look at my pussy; look at my tits!'"

Tanya suddenly burst out with a nervous laugh, saying, "Mom, I feel so stupid."

"Shout it, Tanya. Shout it loud."

After a brief hesitation, Tanya said, "Look at my tits; look at my pussy."

"Again, louder!"

Louder, she said, "Look at my tits; look at my pussy!"

"Louder!"

Shouting, she said, "LOOK AT MY TITS; LOOK AT MY PUSSY!"

"I am woman!"

"I AM A WOMAN!"

"My cunt is the giver of life!"

The boys burst out laughing. Tanya giggled but said, "MY CUNT IS THE GIVER OF LIFE." Tanya broke up laughing and then said, "Mom, I feel dumb."

"My twat bears the fruit of my womb."

The kids were laughing hysterically. Billy rolled between Tanya's feet, holding his gut. Jerry held his hand cupped to his sister's pussy and said, "Give me some pussy fruit, Sis."

Tanya laughed at this and did not draw away from his fingers, even when they began taking liberties in the wet center of her slit. Under a tremendous distraction, she shouted, "My twat is the fruit of bears." The room rang with laughter. "I mean, my twat bears fruit."

Over the laughter, June repeated, "My twat bears the fruit of my womb."

As a finger went up her cunt, she grimaced and said, "Oh, yeah, my twat bears the fruit of my womb."

"My titties suckle the fuck beast."

Billy and Jerry were absorbed, amusing themselves with the treasure that had been hidden between their sister's legs. Four sets of fingers busily explored everything. She held herself steady for them, grimacing occasionally, but not crying out. The effect was rapidly apparent. Her eyes glazed over and she couldn't focus on her mother's words. She did cry out, "Oh, God, someone's got their finger up my ass."

With Jerry working her cunt expertly from the front, it was easy to figure who was fingering her ass. June slid over next to Robert and placed her arm around his waist. She smiled at his erection and whispered, "Did you ever see such a sight?"

"Unbelievable. She's loving it. She's about to pop."

"Why don't you go suck her tits for her. We need to get you in on this, too."

"Should I?"

"Sure, why not. I just sucked a dick. You can't suck a tit?"

That was all he needed. Robert came up and took Tanya's tits in his hands. She still had her arms out with her head thrown back. Feeling those big, masculine hands molding her tits brought her head forward. Through eyes that were half closed, she recognized him and smiled dreamily, saying, "Hi, Daddy."

Robert bent to suck her hard left nipple under her watchful gaze. He then sucked the right. June stood back, taking it all in, stroking a finger through her aroused slit, smiling on the scene. Seconds later, Tanya shuddered, her knees buckled, and she cried out, "Ohhhh. Oh fuck!" She collapsed on the boys.

Jerry, Tanya, and Billy were in a heap with Robert looking on from above. He stepped back to join June as the three kids untangled themselves and the boys stood up. Tanya remained on the floor but sat with her knees out wide, leaning back on straight arms, presenting a most provocative beaver shot with a weak, blissful smile on her face.

June said, "There, that's better, Tanya. I see you're over your shyness."

Tanya looked into her own crotch, then looked up, smiling. She said, "I'm airing out my pussy." She fanned her knees as her brothers peered in from both sides to watch her winking cunt. Billy knelt down, bent low, and blew into the center. Tanya said, "Oh, do that again. That felt good."

Jerry stood before Tanya, stroking his dick and added, "Yeah, Billy, give your sister a blow job."

June turned to face Robert with her back to the kids, her face a mask of passion. The intensity of her expression shocked him. She clutched his wrists and got in his face to quietly say, "I have got to have that cock, Robert. I can't wait."

She quickly let go, spun around, and marched to the kids. She dropped to her knees in front of Tanya, saying, "Here, let me show you how to properly cool a hot pussy."

June dipped low, bringing her head level with Tanya's crotch. Tanya eyed her mother curiously. Jerry eyed June's ass, sticking high and inviting. Billy made way for his mother. June brought her lips to Tanya's cunt and licked up through the girl's slit. Tanya swooned and said, "Oh, Mom. Oh, Mom! What are you doing?"

June took a long flat-tongued lap through the slit, looked up, and said, "I'm licking your cunt, sweetheart. If you don't like it, I'll stop."

In answer, Tanya settled to her back and brought her hands down to her inner thighs to present her mother with a better spread to lick. June laved the entire area between Tanya's legs, then sent her tongue deep in Tanya's hole, swabbing the girl's hymen, eliciting a long moan as Tanya's head hit the floor and rolled from side to side.

Jerry wanted to watch the exciting sight of his mother eating his sister, but her ass drew him like a moth to a flame. He stepped back so as to take it in better and was rewarded with an even better view as June moved her knees out and bowed her back. Her cunt fanned out like an orchid before his eyes, mesmerizing the boy. Billy watched with him. Jerry dropped to his knees and pressed his hand reverently to his mother's sex. She wiggled invitingly in response. A finger slipped inside, and she set about a slow sensual grind on the digit. Tanya was already delirious, a willing slave to her mother's tongue.

Jerry brought his cock to her cunt and rubbed the head over the entire area. The cunt chased his cock. In frustration, Billy cried out, "Hold still, Jerry. She's trying to get her pussy on it. She wants to fuck you, dummy."

Jerry smiled up at his brother and winked. When his dick next passed over the hole, June launched herself back. The cunt gobbled up his cock. Jerry was shocked to find himself balls-deep in his mother's hot cunt. He simply stood stock still, marveling at the sight of his cock being sucked in and pushed out by the rocking, grinding action of his mother's body.

June cried out, "Oh, Yes. God Yes! Fuck me, Jerry!" Tanya, having been abandoned, looked past her mother and suddenly realized what they were doing. Her arousal refused to admit shock or condemnation. Instead, the sight fired her passions and inspired her hand to try and finish what her mother started. While they screwed between her parted legs, Tanya frigged herself furiously. Billy and Robert simply watched the bizarre sight from the side.

Before long, Jerry was into the action, gripping his mother by the hip bones and pouring cock to her, driving her wild. She flailed her head and whipped her long hair. Tanya scooted up close, getting her cunt under her mother's face. When June realized what Tanya wanted, she pressed her face into the excited girl's open maw. The licking wasn't the best, but just having her mother's face buried in her cunt was all Tanya needed. Her pussy chased after her mother's face, trying to maintain a firm contact.

While her mother received a pounding from the rear, Tanya was up on the balls of her feet, resting on her shoulders, trying to rub-off on her mother's face. Jerry's pile-driving thrusts drove his mother's face into his sister's cunt. The two children were soon working together. Tanya made certain she had the core of her sex poised for the thrust, ready to catch June's face in the catcher's mitt of her beaver.

Robert and Billy stood staring down on the scene in awe. June managed to fasten her mouth over Tanya's clit and held on. Seconds later, Tanya came in a heaving, gut-wrenching paroxysm of delightful sensation, collapsing back exhausted and spent.

June gave her daughter's weeping pussy licks from time to time, but her own orgasm ended that. Jerry joined his mother at the tail end of her climax, pumping her full of semen. He drew out and wiped his dick on her ass. June rolled onto her back and used Tanya's mound as a head rest, keeping her knees wide, wanting to give Robert a good look at her royally fucked cunt.

Robert watched the thick mass of cum ooze from her hole to slide down between her ass cheeks. June watched Robert watching as she reached into her crotch and lazily stirred the white soup with painted-nailed fingers.

Jerry and Billy stood on either side, each at a foot, looking down at their mother's fingers toying with her sperm-drooling cunt. Robert stood centered in front doing the same. Tanya struggled up on stiff arms wanting to see what everyone was looking at. She could see her mother's finger as it smeared cum in passes over her standing clit. She wanted to see more, but did not want to disturb her mother by removing her headrest.

Tanya knew she should have felt badly about what her mother did, but the feeling would not surface. All she saw was a woman, a beautiful woman, in control, unashamed. She looked cool stroking her finger in the sperm, the evidence of her incestuous coupling done right in front of her husband. It was a cool thing to do, she decided. She looked at her father, watching the act in silence. He looked defeated, not sad or hurt, but defeated. There was a silent communication passing between them, and clearly her mother was in charge, in control. It was so cool, and in that instant, Tanya wanted to emulate her mother. Tanya felt no shame for what she'd just done, and would gladly do it again.

Jerry and Billy, though they looked down on their mother were actually looking up to her. She looked poised, satisfied, a vision of the sensual woman. Her body glistened with sweat and body fluids seeping from intimate cracks and crevices. Her face glistened with vaginal wetness, and her crotch was a slimy mess. Their eyes reflected admiration, desire, and love for her. June's eyes finally rested on Jerry. She smiled and said, "It's yours now, Jerry."

"What's mine, Mom?"

"This, my vagina, my pussy, my cunt. My ass is yours as well."

"I don't get it."

"Your cock is the dominant cock in this house. Your cock owns all the pussy under its domain, which is this roof. You own the pussy under this roof."

Tanya's brow wrinkled along with Jerry's. June added, "It's the way it has to be. We can't have competition. Your cock is the superior cock, as such, you control the pussy. It's the law of nature and it is now the law we will live by. As long as you live here, your cock rules the pussy that lives here."

Tanya's mind was in a whirl. This was so bizarre. She said, "Mom, are you saying, Jerry owns my pussy, too?"

"Yes, dear. That's what I'm saying. You will live by the law of the house."

"You mean, if Jerry wants to fuck me, I have to let him?"

"That's exactly what I mean. Not only that, you'll fuck whoever Jerry tells you to fuck. He will also show your naked body to whomever he pleases. Furthermore, you have no right to give it to anyone without his permission. That applies to me, too. My husband can't even exercise his marital rights without getting permission from Jerry. Isn't that right, dear?"

Robert said, "Yes, she's right."

Jerry interjected, "You mean, if I say Dad can't fuck you, you'll go along with that?"

"I will, but more importantly, he won't even try, even if we're sleeping together in the nude and our genitals are touching. Isn't that right, dear?"

"Yes, that's right."

"I can fuck you any time I want?"

"Anytime. I can't refuse."

"And I can fuck Tanya anytime I want?"

"Yes, she can't refuse, either. She's a virtual sex slave to you, and so am I. We can't refuse you anything."

Tanya watched her brother's cock rise and decided she liked the new order. She was ready to go all the way. Their eyes met and she bit her lower lip, sending him a message with her eyes. She wished her mother's head wasn't blocking his view of her pussy, because he'd see how tight and wet it was. As if her mother could read her mind, she got up. Tanya widened her spread for her brother. Her pose was an open invitation that the family gazed down on.

Tanya's need and desires were obvious. She moved so as to center her spread beaver on Jerry, then spread as wide as possible. June took Jerry's cock in her hand and stroked it reverently while smiling on Tanya. She said, "She's trying to tell you something."

"Yeah, I can see that. I want to fuck her, but I don't have a rubber."

"Do you care if she gets pregnant?"

Jerry studied his mother, smiled, and said, "No, not really."

June watched Tanya's reactions closely and noted the increase in her passion jump noticeably at the nonchalant way she treated the potential of a pregnancy. She decided to turn up the heat, and said, "It's your pussy. You can knock it up if you want. You can cum in her pussy all you want. Your friends can cum in her pussy. Hell, you can let strangers cum in her pussy. She has no say about that."

Tanya reacted to this by moaning and lifting her ass. Jerry, said, "Fuck yeah." With that, he dropped to his knees, centered his dick in her opening, and pressed forward.

Tanya winced and groaned as the head pressed in past her inner ring of muscle tissue, but breathed out a gush of air when it passed through. She gave a few grunts and groans as the inches went in, and a sharp cry when her hymen ripped. Jerry eased up and allowed her to adjust before trying to get more inside. He declared, "Man, she's tighter than hell."

"Fuck me, Jerry. Go ahead. Fuck me!" Jerry gradually took full possession of his sister's cunt under the watchful, eager eyes of his family. Tanya was sweating hard and fucking back as Jerry poured the pork to her. They made an awesome pair of youthful hedonists. Their fuck lasted almost thirty minutes. In that time, Jerry brought Tanya to three powerful orgasms. He filled her young womb with potent seed, then pulled out, leaving her gaping and oozing semen. Tanya toyed with the seeping cum as her mother had done, keeping her legs wide to fuck the eyes of her onlookers.

June stood beside Jerry, massaging his spent cock, while gazing on the display Tanya offered. June said, "If she's ovulating, she's pregnant. If she's not pregnant now, she soon will be. I won't put her on the pill; unless, of course, you want her on the pill."

Tanya awaited the verdict without showing any emotion. At the slightest negative hint he'd spare her. Since he saw none, and his mother's wording hinted that she wanted Tanya pregnant, he said, "Will it make her tits bigger?"

"Yes, if you get her pregnant, she'll grow nice big titties for you--titties big enough to fuck."

"In that case, I want her to get pregnant."

Looking into Jerry's eyes, June said, "Now, I need some guidance from the pussy master. I'm on the pill, but I can stop taking them and be as fertile as Tanya in a couple of weeks. You can tit fuck me as I am, but when I get pregnant, my tits balloon up to double E's. Besides, you seem to like planting your sperm in a fertile womb? I want to please you, Jerry. If getting me pregnant would give you the slightest pleasure, then I want you to get me pregnant."

Jerry smiled at the way she phrased this request. He panned the room to make sure everyone heard. Everyone had, and were clearly interested in his reply, none more so than Robert. His eyes seemed pleading, so Jerry turned back to June and said, "I want you off the pill. You're right. I like fucking a fertile pussy."

"Okay, I'm off the pill. I'll flush what's left." She then eased down his body to her knees and took his spent cock in her amazing mouth. Billy remarked, "Knocking up your mom and your sister. You lucky fucker." He watched his mom's mouth take in all of Jerry's cock and said, "Man, that's gotta feel great. You really lucked out this time. You're gonna share, aren't you?"

"Fuck no, I ain't sharing. These are my pussies, both of them." He felt his mother's support telegraphed with her tongue flicking rapidly and hard across his crown. Her expert mouth action was sucking the blood back to his organ. It grew in her mouth until it was rock hard once again. Tanya, inspired by the sight, joined her mother on her knees. Together they worshipped Jerry's cock and balls. Robert and Billy stood watching with envy. Billy kept saying, "Lucky fucker. That lucky fucker."

June and Tanya licked and sucked together, side by side, while Jerry basked in the lewd attention of the envious eyes of his father and younger brother. He felt like a king. The girls slavishly licked, adding to his glory. Frequently, their tongues and lips touched. June realized that this occurred too frequently for chance. Tanya sought the contact, so June made it easy. Occasionally, June and Tanya licked tongues and lips. June knew she'd made a powerful impact on her daughter, but the devotion and affection was a pleasant surprise. She wondered what Tanya would do if her pussy were available. Would her daughter lick her pussy, she wondered?

The notion intrigued her. June stood and got groin to groin with Jerry with her ass in Tanya's face, hoping Tanya would take the hint. Tanya had hold of his cock and without hesitation attempted to bend the head to her mother's cunt. June raised one leg and the cock slithered in. They stood, face to face, looking in each others' eyes with him deep in her. Then they felt the tongue and both smiled. Jerry cupped June by the ass cheeks and lifted her. June threw her legs around his waist and clung to him. This further exposed their crotches to Tanya who immediately applied her tongue, mouth, fingers, and lips. June said, "We're going to go out of our way to make you very happy."

"I couldn't be happier."

As Tanya licked the area where cock joined cunt, June said, "We need to get down to planning for tomorrow night. This needs to go well. Your college depends on it. Those men want sex, and you own the sex in this house."

"You're saying I need to share with them, right?"

"If you want Dad to get that promotion, yes. We're available for you to use to your advantage. Use us. We'll do anything to please you, or isn't that obvious, yet?"

"Hang up-side-down with my dick in you. I want you and Tanya to eat each other while I fuck you."

June smiled and said, "I love it. What a mind." She leaned back as he lowered her upper body. Tanya got out of the way until she could see what they were doing. June had her head dangling between Jerry's legs with her legs locked behind his back. Robert, Billy, and Tanya stared at the cock stuffing June's cunt. June reached out for Tanya and got her to stand in front of her. Tanya parted her feet, sliding them out in the splits until her wide cunt settled on her mother's mouth.

When the mouth fastened on her cunt, her face was in her mother's cunt. She eagerly applied her mouth, running her tongue along the point of entry, trying to wedge in along with Jerry's dick. For the visual effect, she sucked hard on June's clit, pulling it into distention, then sucking her way down, repeating the process over and over. She heard, "That lucky fucker. That lucky, lucky fucker."

As a fuck, it didn't work so well. Jerry couldn't do much moving, but as a visual spectacle, it was the ultimate. When they tired, Jerry pulled June up and she stood on her feet, still impaled. He then began sawing in and out in the standing missionary position. Billy came up and pleaded, "Please, Jerry, I need something. Let me do Tanya. I'm begging you, man."

Jerry pulled his mother's cheeks apart and said, "Stick it in Mom's ass."

June smiled. Billy said, "Really. In her ass. Mom, can I?"

"You heard your brother, Billy. He's the only one you need to check with."

Billy wasted no time. He got in close and poked her sphincter. He rubbed the head of his cock in the juices flowing from their fuck and pressed to her center. June relaxed her ass and he slid right into her buttery depths. The two boys buffeted their mother between them with Tanya still licking everything from below. June was deliriously pleased, especially when they came at about the same time. Billy drew out and said, "Thanks, man. I owe you."

June disengaged from Jerry and said, "Hey, we need to get planning."

Her legs were tired, so June took a seat in a straight-backed chair. She no sooner sat than Tanya was between her legs, trying to suck Jerry's cum from her pussy. June smiled and parted her legs, bringing one foot up to rest on the seat with her knee laid out. She watched Tanya devotedly lapping and kissing her spermy twat, even licking low trying to gather sperm from her drooling asshole.

June toyed affectionately with her daughter's long hair, and smiled to Robert. He had a look on his face that reflected his disbelief in what his eyes were showing him. To further add to his shock, June brought her other foot up, rested it on the opposite corner, then lifted while reaching around her hips to pull her ass cheeks apart. With the full area between her mother's legs now totally open to her laving tongue, Tanya set about cleaning the crack of her mother's ass, ending with a stiff tongue up her asshole.

After this intimate and thorough service, June settled back down on the seat. Tanya went back to eating pussy. Jerry came up and stood by her chair. She took his cock and brought it to her lips, giving kisses and licks to the tired organ.

Robert and Billy stood before the chair waiting for her to begin. They waited patiently while June paid her devotions to Jerry's cock, watching Tanya pay hers to her mother's cunt. June was in no hurry and got a thrill by making them wait under such circumstances. She cradled the limp organ like a dying baby bird and gave light feathered kisses to it. She held it to her cheek and sighed, Jerry enjoyed it. He stood facing the side of her chair to place his cock between her face and the two standing onlookers.

June rested her cheek against his loins and licked, running her hand over his tight ass. She pressed a finger to his anus and pushed. When he didn't react negatively, she pushed gently, wiggling, until fully inside. She fawned over his cock for a long time, fawning until she could see Robert tiring of it, then fawned some more. Tanya was content to keep on licking and sucking on her mother's cunt. June could tolerate that type of attention all night long.

Finally, June said, "We need to go over our game plan." She paused to suck the head. "We don't have much to go on." She paused to lick his balls. She slowly licked her way up the shaft, then took the head in her mouth again. She sucked hard while massaging his prostate gland and his cock began to rise rapidly. She turned her upper body to face his front, then deep throated him until he was fully hard.

Pulling off to catch a breath, she said, "I think we need to get them hot and horny right off." She took the cock in to the balls and throat fucked him for as long as her breath held. She came off, gasped for air, and went back down. She did this three more time before pausing to add, "They should know right away that we're willing to play ball." She resumed her deep throat suck.

Robert had enough and said, "For Christ's sake, June. Suck cock or talk, but don't try to do both."

June came up for air, pouted, hugged the long dong to her face and said, "But it's so damn good, dear. I can't stop."

"Fine, then finish."

"But I don't want to finish. I want it to last. Look at his cock, Robert. Isn't it magnificent?"

"Yes, it's magnificent. You've driven that point home. Look, why don't you give it a rest so we can get this meeting over with. We have shopping to do and not much time to do it."

June sat up and said, "Your father's right, kids. We need to get busy. Come on, Tanya. You've had enough. Jerry, save that for later. Okay, here's the plan."

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The meeting was short and sweet. Everyone agreed that June's plan was the best course. Billy and Robert went shopping. Tanya, June, and Jerry went screwing. They were still screwing when Robert and Billy returned three hours later. They continued until late in the evening. They screwed all over the house. Billy got to screw Tanya in the ass, and got one of his mother's dynamite blow jobs.

After midnight, alone in their bed, Robert and June snuggled close, spoon fashion. Robert was hard, and he nestled his erection close to his wife's crotch. June said, "Watch it. Don't let the head near my cunt hole. If you want, you can lay the shaft between my lips, but don't move."

Robert took what he could get. He couldn't see June's smile. He said, "He was that good, was he?"

"The ultimate."

"You put on quite a performance."

"It was easy. I had good material to work with."

"You must be quite pleased. Did you honestly think Tanya would be a devoted cunt lapper?"

"No, it never crossed my mind, but she is devoted. I can't keep her head out of my crotch, even when I'm fucking. She certainly loves sperm. I swear, that girl would eat sperm from a bucket of shit."

"Are you complaining?"

"Hell no. I love it. She loves it, too, evidently."

"Do you think I'll ever get to fuck her?"

"Not until you start showing Jerry's cock the respect it's due."

"Oh, really. I suppose you have ideas along those lines as well."

"I do."

"Well?"

"I think if you lick his cock while it's fucking me, he might throw you some pussy."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Very much."

"You were something else tonight, June. I've never wanted you more in my life. God, your pussy feels so good. I could sure use a blow job."

"Don't torture yourself, Robert. I'm fucked and blow-jobbed out. I swear, I couldn't stand to look at another cock. Get some sleep."

"How about a hand job? You can close your eyes."

"Honestly Robert, I couldn't. I'm really bushed."

Robert rolled away and the bed started shaking to a steady beat. June smiled. A knock at the door stopped the shaking. "Mom, I want some more pussy."

The door opened and the light came on. Jerry stood with his hardon in his hand. June threw the covers off, rolled onto her back, and spread her legs. Robert gave her a critical glare and said, "Bushed, huh?"

"I'm never too bushed for the perfect cock. Fuck me, Jerry!"

Jerry came forward, mounted the bed, and crawled on his knees between his mother's knees. He angled his cock to her cunt and began fucking. June instantly responded as energetically and as enthusiastically as if it were her first. Robert rolled to his side with his back to them.

June winked to Jerry then draped her right leg over Robert's hip. He pushed it away. She returned it. He, once again, pushed her leg away. Stubbornly, she placed it higher and pressed firmly. Robert left it. Every humping thrust was transmitted to Robert. Despite his frustration, he was still horny and getting hornier. June made things worse for her husband by rubbing her foot on his erection. She wasn't finished, though.

She said, "Jerry, do you remember the first time I handed you my panties?"

"Yeah, that was great! You came to me in my room, buck assed naked with your wet panties held out by two fingers, smiling. Man, those were sweet, juicy panties."

"They should have been. I creamed in them four times for you. How about the first time you came up to ask me for my panties when I was fully dressed and doing housework?"

"That was super cool. You were vacuuming. I had to yell in your ear, 'I want your panties.' You smiled, turned off the vacuum, and said, 'Jerry, you rascal. You mean now, right this instant?' I nodded, and you sat on the arm of the sofa to remove your shoes. You took off your pants, then stood before me in just panties and a T-shirt. You smiled and started to draw your panties down. I said, 'Wait, take the top off first.' You smiled, took the shirt off, then wearing only the panties, you said, 'Okay, are you ready?' I nodded. You drew them down, slow and sexy, just the way I like you to do it. You held them up with a sexy smile. Oh, yeah, I remember.' Do you remember the time I asked you to strip for my friend Barry?"

Robert rolled to his back and looked hard at June. She ignored his stare, and repositioned her leg to lie over his cock, trapping it by her soft calf. She smiled up at Jerry and said, "Oh, boy do I. God that kid was horny and excited. I got up on the coffee table. You put on some sexy bump and grind music, and I did a strip tease."

"That's not all you did."

"Well it didn't take all that long to get naked, and the music was still going. Besides, he hadn't gotten a good look at the best part of me--my pussy."

"He did, though. I think he got a better look than your gynecologist gets. You fogged his glasses."

"That happens when you get your face too close to a steaming cunt." June could feel her husband trying to move his cock under her leg, to rub it on her leg. She went on, "That was almost as good as the time you had me strip at the dinner table. Tanya and Billy will never forget it."

"Yeah, but the best part was after you got naked and laid down in the middle of all those dirty dishes and I started dumping plates of food on you. Remember Tanya's face when I took a handful of mashed potatoes and shoved them between your legs."

"Oh, yes, but how about when you poured gravy on my tits. No, putting those baby carrots in my cunt. That was the best. That got Billy going."

Robert couldn't take any more, though he knew they were making the whole thing up. He forced his hand to his cock and began jacking off, mindless of his audience. Jerry and June exchanged satisfied smiles. They kept up their improvisational performance until Robert couldn't take anymore and brought his head into their crotches.

June got up on her elbows as Jerry sat back on his heels. He held his dick poised with just the head inside his mother's pussy, giving his father plenty of slimy dick shaft to lick. June said, "Well, it looks like your father has learned his place."

To signal his total acceptance of the obvious, Robert reached around Jerry's hip and cupped his hanging nut sack gently, reverently while laving as much cock as possible, inspiring June to add, "Yes, he's now paying proper homage to the king cock in this house."

Jerry smiled and said, "Yes, but he'd better do it as good as Tanya if he ever wants any of my pussy."

June twirled a lock of Robert's hair as she teased, "I'm sure he'll try very hard, Jerry. I expect he'll eat every drop of sperm if for no other reason than to try to keep me from getting pregnant. I think you'd better plant your seed deep."

"I intend to, but this load is reserved for his mouth."

June taunted, "Hear that, Robby, you get a treat."

Jerry pulled his dick free and began jacking off as his father sucked the head into his mouth. June could not contain her excitement. She got up on her straight arms and cried, "Suck him off, Robby. Suck the cum from your son's balls like a good daddy should. Oh, God, I love it! Fuck your father's mouth, Jerry! Fill him with cum."

"I'm cumming, Mom! Ugh! Ugh! Yes. Eat my fuck!"

"Swallow, Robby! Eat it all down! Suck harder, you limp dicked little weasel. Suck a real cock. Oh, God, I love it!"

Oddly, Robert discovered that he loved it, too.

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The men arrived at six p.m. Besides Ed and John, there was Pete, Don, Fred, and George. They were all middle aged. Ed was the oldest at forty-eight. They brought in electronic equipment and set it up on the dining table. June and Tanya were in the bathroom putting the finishing touches on. Five minutes later, they emerged together and all talk stopped.

Both wore micro-mini skirts, thin tops tied unbuttoned below their braless breasts, and both wore high heeled patent leather pumps on bare legs. Their hair was done in matching styles, teased full and long. There was no doubt that they were mother and daughter--mother and daughter whores.

Robert said, "Gentlemen, may I introduce my wife, June, and my daughter, Tanya. This is Ed, John, Pete, Don, George, and Fred." The men leered with smiles. The girls nodded to each in turn.

Ed took the floor and said, "June, we'd like to start with you. Would you take a seat in that chair and just relax."

They turned one chair so its back was to the table facing out to the audience. The equipment was behind her as she sat. Fred sat on the other side of the table, ostensibly monitoring the equipment. George and Don busied themselves attaching wire leads to June with medical tape. June grew nervous despite her resolve to get down and dirty. While the two men worked, Ed said, "Are you ready, June? You do realize that these questions will be deeply personal and not posed in clinical jargon. We feel that's a bit pretentious. We'd appreciate answers that are not clinical. Do you understand what I mean by that?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Well, for example, what would you call the female genitalia if you and your husband were talking in private?"

"Pussy is what we usually use."

"That's what I mean. Vagina would be a clinical term and we're much too informal for that." Ed pulled up a chair facing her. He patted her leg rather high up, saying, "By the way, you look great. I do love short skirts on women who can do them justice, and the braless look was made for girls like you and Tanya."

"Thank you. We were worried you men might be put off, but we like dressing to show our bodies."

Behind them, Fred called out, "Okay, boss, we're ready when you are?"

"June, the rules are simple. I ask questions; you give truthful answers. If the machine says you are not answering truthfully, you get one chance to correct your answer. Repeatedly giving wrong answers or refusing to answer terminates the interview. My best advice is to just tell the truth. First, we must test the equipment. Are you male or female?"

"I'm female."

Fred called, "That registered true, boss."

"Well I can verify that. I just got a peek up her skirt. She's very female and not wearing panties."

Everyone laughed. June relaxed and smiled. She let her legs fall open so that others saw as well. Ed patted her leg on her upper thigh, letting his hand rest there, saying, "That's a good girl. Just relax. Okay, now lie about you age. How old are you?"

"I'm three and a half years old."

"That's a lie, boss."

"Okay, the equipment checks out. We're ready." He ran his hand up her thigh and squeezed, saying, "Have you ever cheated on your husband?"

"Yes."

Everyone looked at Robert to see how he took it. Robert shrugged. Ed scooted his chair closer, bringing one of his knees between hers. His hand massaged her upper thigh. "Okay, how many lovers have you had? An honest guess will register as truth."

"I'm confused. I've had affairs and one-night-stands. Do I just count the affairs as lovers, or lump them together."

"My, but you're full of surprises, June. Let's say affairs, first."

"Thirteen."

Robert's face fell. Ed smiled, "Now the one-night-stands."

"Eighty or ninety I suppose."

Robert couldn't believe his ears, neither could the kids. Everyone was talking. Ed shushed them. He turned to June and smiled, running his hand up the inside of her thigh clear to her pussy. June widened her knees as he cupped her cunt in the palm of his hand and said, "You've been a bad little wifey, haven't you, June?"

She pouted, "Yes," and squirmed against his probing fingers.

Fred shouted, "That's the truth, boss." Everyone cracked up.

Ed continued, "Does your husband know about your whoring around?"

"He does now."

"Do you mind my calling you a whore, June?"

"No, that's what I am."

"Have you ever had sex with an animal?"

June shot a dirty look to John, then said, "Yes."

A murmur went through the crowd. Robert sat in a seat, shaking his head. The kids perked up. June blushed for the first time. The question had come as a complete surprise.

Ed had three fingers working in her pussy which quickly turning June's blush into a flush of arousal. Ed withdrew the hand and folded her skirt up in her lap exposing her cunt. He then placed her legs over each arm rest, saying, "Let's give everyone a look at this wonder cunt you have."

Everyone except Robert gathered up close to peer between June's legs. Even Fred left his station. Ed resumed toying with her pussy, saying, "Tell us about the animal."

June looked from face to astonished face, looked hard at John, took a resigned breath and said, "I went to a guy's apartment last month. He had a big black lab that kept sniffing my crotch. One thing led to another; and, before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees getting screwed by the dog while the guy took pictures."

"Was it good?"

"Yes, it was very good."

"Would you do it again?"

"Yes, I suppose, if the opportunity presented itself."

"If your husband gets this promotion, the opportunity will present itself often. We are always on the look-out for attractive females willing to mate with animals--sexy women and young girls who don't mind performing in public as entertainment, even on film. Is that the kind of female you are, June?"

June's blush returned with a vengeance and was deep red as she panned the faces of her family members. The kids looked eager to see a positive response, but Robert was shaking his head, no. She finally looked to Ed and said, "Yes, I'm that type of female."

"Great! June, look around this room and tell me how many cocks present have been in your ass, pussy, or mouth."

June said, "Counting my husband, four."

"Identify them."

"Robert, Billy, Jerry, and John."

"You fucked your sons?"

"Yes."

"Interesting. I think we have enough. Take the leads off."

The men freed June and Ed called Tanya over. She was quite nervous. Ed started right in on her legs, then seeming to throw caution to the wind, waved away the men as they started to apply the leads. He folded her skirt back, and laid her legs over the arms. Tanya went stiff, but offered no resistance. Ed pulled her ass closer, widening her spread as the men gawked at her beaver. June had shaved Tanya's pussy bald and applied the lipstick to her interior flesh. Tanya never felt so exposed and vulnerable, and the feeling was rapidly turning her on.

Ed's fingers traced her vulva and his fuck finger tested for a cherry. He said, "So you've been fucking, huh, kid?"

"Yes."

He used his thumbs to pry open her cunt lips, saying, "Are you a whore like your mother?"

Tanya stared at the hole he exposed and said, "Yes."

"Tell me, Tanya. Are you willing to let animals fuck you?"

June got behind Tanya's chair and reached over her panting daughter. She untied the tails of the blouse and laid the tits bare. Leaning down to bring her face alongside Tanya's while molding and offering the tits to the men's hungry eyes, she whispered, "Tell him, Tanya."

Tanya said, "Yes, I'm willing."

"Will you let us film you in the act?"

"Yes, if you want."

"Will you suck a dog's dick till he cums in your mouth?"

June said, "Yes, she will. We both will."

Ed said, "I'd like to hear that from her."

Tanya said, "Mom's right. I'll do that, too."

Ed sat back, freed his straining dick, and said, "You can end this interview at any time, Robert."

Robert said, "I'm okay."

Ed sat up and scooted to the edge of his seat. He pushed down on his stiff rod until it pushed apart the girl's cunt lips. Finding the hole, he slid in half way and paused. He took her by the hip bones, sinking fully and began rocking her on his cock. Tanya's wide eyes watched the cock move in and out.

Ed said, "This is prime pussy, guys. June, strip down and start draining some balls. Come on, guys, strip for action. We've got us two fine whores here. Robert, you got the promotion if you're willing to keep sharing these whores of yours. Jerry, Billy, you guys join us. Everybody get naked. We're going to have us a fuckin' party. God damn! This is good pussy."

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Eager Beaver

The company cafeteria had been re-arranged to serve as a classroom. The long tables sat in rows with the seats placed on one side facing a makeshift rostrum standing before a chalk board.

My husband invited me along to hear the insurance man explain our new medical and benefits plan. The group was mostly couples, but singles were sprinkled throughout with many seats vacant. Half of the expected crowd of one hundred never showed up. They obviously had better things to do on a beautiful Saturday morning, but not my workaholic, ladder-climbing husband.

I was a bit annoyed at being there in the first place when a large, casually-dressed man took the seat beside me when the seat at the end of our row was vacant. Bob, my husband, seemed to recognize the man, but they didn't openly acknowledge each other.

Most of the people came casually dressed, but the man on my left was casual to the extreme. He wore loose shorts (thin and brief), a muscle shirt, and flip flops. He had a large frame, hairy legs with thick arms, a stout, solid man, so he didn't look absurd, just overly comfortable and terribly under-dressed.

I've got nothing against casual, especially for men in decent shape; it was mostly my over-dressed attire that made me feel uncomfortable about sitting beside him. I wore a dress with heels and was feeling ridiculous before Mr. Casual took a seat beside me and made me look like a prom queen at a sand lot rugby game.

To make matters worse, when he took his seat, he moved his chair even closer to mine, invading my personal space. I had to keep my legs together and canted to the right to avoid our legs touching. I would not have had to cant my legs if he hadn't sat with his legs in a sprawl. He sat back in his chair to show off his crotch. With his beefy arms folded over his barrel chest, he looked arrogant and cocky.

I allowed my eyes to dart to his crotch and could then add vulgar to cocky. He could not have been wearing underwear. With my eyes still looking where they shouldn't, he boldly re-arranged himself. I quickly looked to my right and into the accusing eyes of my spouse. I blushed while trying to convey with a look, "I'm sorry, but look how he's displaying himself."

Fortunately, no one could see what I was seeing, as we sat on the far left at the last table in back. In our row, two other couples sat together at the far right end, leaving eight empty chairs between us.

Most of the men took notes as the speaker talked. A cute young girl in her mid-teens--his daughter, we figured--made continuous trips to the ends of each row, passing out material. She was a darling child, budding into her young woman's body, a picture of innocence except for a precocious glint in her sparkling blue eyes.

I was eager to see if my nasty neighbor would hide his obscene lap when she next came by, or her reaction if he didn't. No one expected children to be present. I assumed Mr. Obscenely-brief-shorts didn't or he'd have abandoned the idea of trolling for sluts at this insurance whatever.

As she made her way toward us, stopping at each table to hand out papers, I smugly waited for Mr. Happy-pants to make his hasty retreat with his simian tail tucked between his bare legs. Serves him right--the nerve, and he picked me to troll before first, suggesting that I was the most likely slut in the room. I'll grant you I had the other women beat hands down, but I certainly didn't look like a slut.

A quick glance around, and I counted four that did--three were braless, and one wore short shorts that looked painted on. Between them, they wore enough makeup to paint a mural on a highway billboard. Any one of them would follow Mr. Bulge like a hungry pup, and I sat with a man that was obviously my husband--the nerve of this guy!

And then, Little Miss Muffin was upon us. Her presence at the end of the table gave me an excuse to look left. To my utter amazement, he not only remained in his vulgar sprawl, but openly adjusted himself, played with himself was more like it. He had her complete attention riveted to his lap as she absent-mindedly and slowly counted out seven handouts.

That pervert! I never! I gave him a dirty look which he returned with a dirty-little-boy smile. He would not slide our handouts down, forcing me to reach across for them. His right thigh and my left touched in the process. He, in fact, pressed his leg to mine while he tickled my nipple on the sly. The girl caught this and smiled before leaving. I knew we'd be seeing a lot more of her--the little slut.

With his leg still pressed against mine and my nipple still tingling, I drew the papers over and took one, passing the rest on to my husband. Bob was staring at the man's leg still touching mine. I could not avoid the leg without turning side saddle and sitting uncomfortably. I gave Bob a look that said, "Don't just look. Say something."

I tried to also convey that he tingled my nipple, but I don't know how to make that look. No one ever tingled my nipple before, not in public, anyway.

Bob took the papers, kept one, then got up to deliver the other four to the people at the far end. When he got up, a meaty hand rested hard on my bare thigh between my hem and my knee. I turned to glare at the rude man, but glared into a devilish smile as the hand began massaging its way up my leg, pushing my skirt up as it went.

I placed my left hand on his, but that only gave my left hand a ride up my left thigh. The man was solid muscle. His hand went clear to my panties. While my husband made his delivery, the fingers of that hand firmly and thoroughly felt the crotch of my panties, not to mention everything under them, and I mean, everything. If his hand had soot on it and my panties weren't there, everything between my legs would have been jet black. Even the pink parts would have been black. From my anus to my belly button would be black.

I was shocked speechless--paralyzed--speechless and paralyzed. The nerve! His hand slowly slid back to my knee as Bob made his way back. When Bob took his seat, only then did the hand leave my leg.

Bob saw where the hand had been, because he saw where my skirt remained, and he'd watched the hand leave the scene of the crime. With my left leg laid bare to the crotch, and my right bare to mid thigh, I glared at Bob. I left my skirt where it was to force Bob to act; after all, I didn't put it there.

Meanwhile, the girl came to stand at the rear on our side with a not-so-subtle view of our laps. By the look she gave my lap, she obviously approved my decision to leave the skirt alone.

Bob surprised me by ignoring what happened. He put his nose in the handout. The presence of the girl would have forced me to cover myself, but the nasty gleam in her eye, still there from her earlier trip, told me she'd like my skirt left where it was.

I could say I didn't care what she saw or thought; but the truth was, her being a witness to this man's crude, bold, and rude seduction attempt was turning me on. She struck me as ripe sexual fruit, over-ripe for plucking, about to fall in someone's lucky lap. I had the feeling that he was using me to get to her, and the technique was working. I very quickly grew to support that goal. It was like I was showing her by example how to cooperate with a molester. My attitude took a radical turn at that point.

My husband's inexplicable attempt at ignoring the obvious turned me on even more. Furthermore, Mr. Crotch-grabber was no slouch. Although twice my age, he looked fit and virile. In addition, the man was hung, sporting a full blown erection that pushed the material of his shorts over the waist band, totally exposing the biggest pair of balls I'd ever seen as they hung in the open through the baggy right leg hole of his shorts.

I knew he had big balls before he showed them. To make a play for a man's wife, right in front of the husband, at work, in public, with a child looking on, took balls the likes of which I'd never encountered in my twenty-two tender years.

I secretly love a cocky man if he's clean and can carry it off. Mr. Cool was just such a man. In addition to good looks, he had manicured nails. He wore expensive jewelry to go with an expensive watch. I suspected he normally wore a thousand-dollar suit, and I also suspected he was a big wig in the company, perhaps the owner. I didn't know, but I knew Bob was intimidated by more than his size.

Had he been unkempt, with dirty fingernails, sporting a tattoo, I would have gotten up and sat on my husband's other side. This man was playing a role. Everything pointed to him being the owner, or boss man, or some kind of big wig. Only a muckety muck could be that cool and unconcerned, never looking over his shoulder or seeming to care what anyone thought. Only the big Kahuna would attend a benefits seminar and not take notes or interest in what was being said. Only the big cheese would think he could get away with such brash behavior.

I made a conscious decision to do nothing to discourage him. Any man with my immediate future in the palm of his hand can certainly place the palm of his hand where he damned well pleased. If Bob didn't want me seduced, he'd have to stop it; but if the hand did, indeed, belong to Ed Greyson, I knew Bob wouldn't say a word. That prospect thrilled me to my toes.

My dirty looks stopped after the hand left my knee and Bob remained silent. After a minute, the hand returned and trailed feather-light touches up and down my bare thigh. Bob immersed himself in literature, even as a finger pressed my panties into the wet groove of my sex.

With a finger pressed on my clit, I looked left and smiled. Ed, I'll assume, returned my smile, as did the girl. With my passive acceptance, he managed to move my skirt completely off both legs and exposed my powder blue panties above the mound. My vagina became a cunt at this point, and my cunt insisted I relax my legs. My left pressed against Mr. Casual and my right pressed against Mr. Uptight. My cunt was pleased and poured out enough slut slime to turn my powder blue crotch a darker shade of blue.

The girl had to be called away by her father to get the next set of handouts. When she returned, she saw the man's finger dig it's way under my leg band to rummage in my slimy wetness, exposing most of my shaved left labia lip as it did so. She counted out papers with her big blue eyes fastened to my shameless cunt lip.

Ed casually pushed my panty crotch off my pussy, then stroked my naked pussy for her benefit. We watched his finger toy with my excited clit until the girl's father shouted, "Mandy! Please pay attention."

I could have assured him that she was. Every head turned our way, but that had no effect on my seducer. He had his right arm resting on the back of my chair with his left in my lap. Everyone could see that much, and I could see them speculating about what was going on below the table. My blush only confirmed what they were thinking, but my cunt insisted I sit still and let Bob handle it.

Bob handled it by taking the new handout to the four people who looked around him to see if the hand in my crotch was actually finger-fucking me. The hand continued finger-fucking me, and they continued jockeying for a view as my embarrassed husband made his way back. Again, my steaming cunt insisted I let Bob handle it while the boss handled it.

Bob handled it by trying to block their view when he retook his seat. He effectively spoiled their view, but Mandy's view, when she returned with another handout, was excellent. Her gaze, alone, told the many faces peering back where the main event was going on. Her father seemed to know and called her forward. She dropped off the brochures and reluctantly went to stand at his side.

Mandy's daddy tried ineffectively to regain control, but few people paid much attention to his boring lecture. When he turned to the blackboard, most heads turned back to us. Bob buried his red face deeper in paper as the boss man buried fingers deeper in my hot cunt.

The boss had my cunt dancing to his tune. I felt shameless. Everyone knew, some saw, and very little speculation was still going on. I saw husbands whispering to wives, wives smiling knowingly, four sluts going shucks, and single men wishing they were in his place.

I was now glad I'd taken the time to look my best. I knew I looked great, sexy, even sultry. With my skirt in my lap, no pantyhose, and my cunt in the open, I felt positively slutty. I silently congratulated my bold decision to let the chips fall where they may. I knew Bob would be pissed, hurt, angry, and humiliated when we got home, but he could have stopped it.

He should have stopped things at the first indecent touch. He missed a window of opportunity, because I'm sure the man gave him that option and would have behaved himself had he been rebuked. Bob remained silent too long. The damage was done, and I sensed that the man was not going to be discouraged by dirty looks or hurt feelings after getting his fingers wet and discovering what a cute and tight pussy I have between my sexy legs. I think he put the girl out of his mind and decided I was the choicest choice.

As Ed worked the panties off my hips, Bob did, in fact, give him a dirty look which was ignored. Actually, it was more a concerned look, a pleading look, a pouting look. He gave me the dirty look when I raised my ass from the seat, but that was ignored as well. The panties wouldn't come off unless I raised up, and they had to come off. My cunt insisted.

My bold seducer was not content to simply push them down my legs to fall to my ankles. Noooo, he had to take the fuckers off and bent low to reach with both hands, lifting each foot to free them--

WITH EVERYONE IN THE FUCKING PLACE LOOKING AT US!

Was that enough? Noooooo! He placed my wet panties on the table for all to see, and they all saw. Poor Bob whispered while staring into my lap under the paper he held, "For God's sake, Jenny, stop this."

My cunt, if it could speak, would have said, "Fuck you. If you want it stopped, you stop it." I sat back and allowed my left leg to be placed over the man's thighs. He also pushed my dress to my middle. Mandy returned with more paper and smiled her approval, now seeing pink parts. The four people to our right also smiled their approval when Bob had to get up. They were seeing a woman, naked from the waist down, showing her pink parts to an excited teenybopper and a dirty old man.

Since Ed had me naked from the waist down and was showing off my pink parts to his little cutie pie, I decided that turn-about was fair play and exposed his rampant cock. I took that meaty love engine in my hand and had room for two more hands. I pumped on that magnificent fuck stick with my cunt screaming for me to sit on his lap.

I tried to tell my dumb cunt that I couldn't do that unless he placed me on his lap. When Bob returned, the Boss placed me on his lap. I went easily, but he was guiding me. Bob sat and buried his face in his hands as his boss buried his rod in one soupy receptive and happy cunt. That big rod slid in me like a hot poker going into a tub of warm lard. Every eye watched me slowly settle, but Mandy actually watched the dick slide in. She pretended to drop something, then pretended to pick it up so she'd have an excuse to get her head low for that perfect viewing angle.

He didn't fuck me. He simply impaled me on his cock, then soaked in my sweltering pussy. I relaxed in his embrace, slumped against his chest with my legs outside his legs, his hands cupping my breasts, stuck like a bug. My repose suggested total surrender--the kind of look a stuck bug gets.

He could have fucked me. He could have stripped me naked, laid me on the table, and fucked me to his heart's content. I was putty. He was making a point or showing off. I didn't care which. I got the point, and I was impressed. So was Mandy.

Bob was impressed when he saw the man's hands reach under my bunched dress to slide up my bare torso to my tits. He unhooked my bra and took my titties in his hands. I sat with my bare midriff showing above the table top. They were all looking, and I'm sure they caught glimpses of bare breast flesh being molded in manly hands. I languished on a huge cock and let my breasts show off.

Boss had me squirming on his cock, and I squirmed so good, I made him cum. Feeling this man's sperm flood my womb with fifty sets of eyes watching made me moan. I came when he brought my turgid nipples out and rolled them in his fingers to amuse the lookie loos. When I cum, I have to move, there's just no two ways about it.

In my zeal to rapidly and repeatedly move my pussy from the bottom of his cock to the tip, I may have inadvertently exposed my feminine niche to a few dozen people. A few dozen faces had expressions that seemed to suggest they'd seen flashes of a very sexy pussy with a big dick in it a few dozen times in a few dozen seconds. I didn't notice any faces until I stopped.

After I came, I relaxed in decadent wonder, settled back to his groin and sprawled with my naked tits pointing up at the ceiling, letting my fertile womb soak up adulterous seed.

Yes, I said fertile, as in ovulating fertile, as in "If you want sex between now and Thursday, dear, you'll have to put on a rubber" fertile. Which is the very words I'd told Bob this morning when he first saw me in the dress and wanted to muss my hair, my pubic hair, what little I have.

Bob glanced frequently to the sperm cells oozing from my stuffed beaver, a mess I was now showing off to my agitated spouse. Mandy eyed the mess, ignoring her father's attempt to get her to return. Giving up in frustration, and not a little pissed at his helper, he said, "I think this would be a good time to take a break. Take fifteen minutes."

Boss man lifted me free of his cock, then got up and left. I pulled my dress into place as the grinning people filed past. Bob waited until everyone left, then turned to me and said, "Jenny, how could you?"

I looked to Bob and innocently said, "How could I what?"

"That was shameless, vulgar. You looked like a slut and acted like a bitch in heat. Do you realize that every person in this room got a good long look at your cunt. I have never been so humiliated in my life."

I remained unaffected by these inflammatory words. I smoothed my skirt and said, "Sorry. Who was that man, anyway?"

He said. "My boss, the owner, Ed Greyson."

"Well, then I guess I made a good impression. Why are you upset?" Bob just stared with his mouth open. I prompted a response by saying, "Well, didn't I?"

"You did, but couldn't you have been more discrete? Couldn't you have gotten up and gone somewhere or at least kept it below the god damn table top."

"I could have, but he raised up. Besides, I might not have impressed him if I had. He obviously likes to show off."

"He does. You could at least put your panties back on."

"He might come back."

"At least, put them away."

"He might not approve. They are no longer panties; They're his trophy. If he returns, I'll ask him if I can put them in my purse for safekeeping. Will that do?"

"Suit yourself. You obviously enjoy being slutty. I wouldn't want to spoil your fun, but while you're sitting there leaking that man's semen, may I remind you that you're married and ovulating."

"Do you want me to leak faster?"

"Isn't there something you can do besides sit there and get pregnant?"

"I could douche with a spermicide. Do you have spermicide and a douche bag on you?"

"Damnit, Jenny! How can you crack jokes? You just committed adultery in public for Christ's sake. You just put on the most shameless exhibition I have ever seen in my life, and you think it's funny. You think this is a fucking riot. You're sitting here with another man's sperm leaking out of your cunt, and you're just happier than a pig in a tub full of shit."

"I'll take that as a no. I guess I'll just sit here and get pregnant."

Mandy eased into the chair that the Boss vacated. I turned. We exchanged smiles. She said, "Wow, that was so cool what you did. You blew everyone away, especially my dad. He asked what I saw, and I told him exactly what I saw."

"I'm glad you liked the show. Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, but I don't want to stay that way any longer. That sure looked good. He's so big. Didn't it hurt?"

"No, but you should try something smaller. My husband has a penis that would be perfect for you. Bob, Mandy; Mandy, meet Bob."

Mandy looked past me to smile at Bob, looked to his lap, then back to me to say, "Can I see it?"

I looked to Bob. Bob looked confused but intrigued. I said, "Sure," then reached to unzip him. Bob tensed, looked around, but permitted me to expose him while still staring anxiously around the room. With his six-inch cock out and in my grasp, I offered it to Mandy's eager eyes, then relinquished it to her eager fingers. She stroked his cock, saying, "Wow! It's so hard, but soft, too. I like it. Can we? Do you mind?"

"Sure, be my guest. Hop on."

Mandy giggled and said, "We can't do it here. My dad would kill me. I wish I could, though. Where do you live?"

I wrote down our address. She watched, still pumping Bob's dick, then said, "Hey, that's three blocks from my house. I baby-sit. Could you hire me just for show?"

"Yes. We want you to sit for us tonight, in fact. Don't we, dear?"

"Uh, yes. Yes we do."

I said, "We'll pay your standard rate."

She beamed and said, "Cool. It'll be like fucking for money."

I said, "It will be. We have no kids." I indicated the cock in her hand and said, "You'll be baby-sitting that baby."

"Cool. I'm a good baby-sitter."

I said, "Who gives a fuck. You'd better be a good cock-sitter."

"Wow, this is so cool. I will be. I'll do anything for money, anything at all. I'll be just like a whore. You'll see."

I said, "Right now, we'd like to see the merchandise."

"What! In here?"

"Yes. I showed mine. He's showing his. Now, show us what you have."

While looking around, seeing six in the room and a crowd just outside the double door ten feet behind us, she said, "I can't show you in here. If my dad saw me do that, he'd... he'd ground me for life... He'd ground me if he saw me sitting with you guys."

She was still pumping Bob's cock, now excited as hell, thinking it over, wondering if she dared, still looking around, so I said, "Show us what you've got, or we won't hire you."

"God, you're going to get me in so much trouble." She looked around again, then said, "Okay, I'll do it. Keep a good lookout."

We weren't looking out, we were looking at her lap as she pulled the skirt up and hooked the waist band of her panties, looking around as we looked at her light-brown pubic patch. I suppose she thought that was showing her pussy. We liked what we saw, but I set her straight, saying, "That's nice hair, but we want to see your pussy, the hole in particular. That is what you're selling, isn't it. The panties will have to be removed completely."

"Oh God! [Quick look] Okay, pull them off! Hurry!"

She raised, I reached, but I didn't hurry. Oh, man, what a fine piece of ass I was unveiling at my leisure, putting her in a fierce sweat. With the panties halfway down her thighs, she cries, "Oh, please hurry! People are looking at us."

Now to her knees, "Don't worry about people, just keep looking for your father. He's the only one that can ground you."

Now working them free of her feet, she moans, "Oh god, oh shit... please hurry!"

I now had her panties in my hand and half a dozen people were staring at us from the doorway with two more looking back from the front, and now she had to show her pussy to us. She could have done so without being obvious had she not looked at her own pussy while she showed it to us, or splaying her legs so wide, or using both hands to pull her lips apart, or had Bob and I not reached for it to confirm her virginity.

We took our time. That was the prettiest little pussy we ever saw, the slipperiest we ever felt, and the tightest we ever fingered, and she dared not look around because she knew everyone who had not gone outdoors for a smoke was now in the room with us and all eyes were on the cute little girl who was showing her pussy.

I must say, the girl knew how to show her pussy, and she put the dozen or so who had gotten close enough to see out of her mind, or we assumed so when she said, "Well, is it worth seventy-five cents an hour?" And then she noticed all the people who thought that was very reasonable. That was one relieved little girl when we pulled our hands back. Her skirt came down in a flash.

She was very relieved until I said, "Now, show us your tits."

"MY TITS! I can't show my tits. I can't show you without showing everyone."

"It's okay. Your father's not here. He must be a smoker, but you'd better hurry."

"Oh fuck. I've gone this far. Here goes."

She unbuttoned her blouse to her belly button, then pulled the cups up. Nice tits. She was right. She couldn't show us without showing everyone. They all seemed to agree. She had nice tits. I never saw tits blush before. I had her by a nipple and Bob had the other when we heard, "MANDY!"

"Oh fuck."

Cups came down, buttons got buttoned--every other one, anyway. Mandy left to see what her Daddy wanted. He seemed rather upset about something. She got fired or grounded, maybe both. She had to go wait in the car. I turned to Bob and said, "Happy?"

"We'll see. I sure hope he'll let her baby-sit while grounded. I'm not angry anymore."

"That's good, because I'm going to be fucking your boss whenever he snaps his fingers."

"I gathered that, and so did everyone else. I understand he does a great deal of snapping when he gets himself a new whore."

"Well, he has a new one with a keen ear for snapping fingers."

"In that case, we definitely need a good sitter."

"Yes, and a baby-sitter at that. He just knocked me up."

"Damn! I forgot about that. I'd better get a fucking raise out of this."

"I'll see what I can do."

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Cum Uppins


Cindy thought hard about what to wear to come out--something sexy and revealing, for sure. She selected a tight, short skirt with a sheer blouse that she simply knotted below her breasts. The only other item was a pair of high heels to match the skirt. When she made her way down the spiral staircase, she saw her father sitting in his favorite chair watching the TV news. He glanced up and never looked back to the TV. Ed had never seen his daughter looking or acting so sexy, so sultry, or so horny.

No one else was around, so Cindy came over and dropped into Ed's lap, letting her legs dangle over one arm of the thickly padded lounge chair. Ed felt odd cradling his mature daughter. This was something he hadn't done since she was a little girl. Her precocious smile told him that she was no longer his little girl, and her first words confirmed that. "Daddy, I'm horny. Do you want me to suck you off? You can cum in my face if you want."

"Cindy, please, not now. Your mother is in her study, and Jason is wandering about."

She pouted, feeling his growing erection under her ass. She gave a sexy wiggle on his stiffening rod and cooed, "But I need it, now. We can sneak off."

"Cindy, please, stop that. This is not the time nor the place. We agreed to keep this our secret. Besides, from what I hear, Jason took care of that itch."

She smiled devilishly and said, "Oh, yes, he sure did, but it's itching all over again, more than ever." Ed's eyes followed her fingers as she trailed them up her thigh, pushing up the skirt. He caught a glimpse of her vaginal crease as her finger trailed through the wet lips, saying, "Uhhhh, my cunny itches right here really bad."

Ed did not want to stop her, but she made him nervous. His hand trapped hers and pulled the vulgar digits away from her pussy hole. He adjusted her skirt, saying, "Cindy, please, control yourself. I don't want anyone to see us like this."

She pouted, "What's wrong with the way we are?"

"You know very well what's wrong. Come on, sweetheart. Get up. Go put some decent clothes on."

His words sounded firm, but his actions were weak. Cindy didn't budge. She did, however, snuggle closer and returned her hand to her crotch. Estelle entered the room just at that moment and took a seat in her chair, set obliquely to Ed's. Her chair was on a swivel base, so she turned to face them with a side view of Cindy's bare legs. She smiled at Ed, lifting an eyebrow, saying, "So, this is what goes on when my back is turned. Relax, Ed. I'm not going to pitch a bitch. Go ahead, look at her twat if you want to. She obviously wants you to see her pretty pussy."

Poor Ed didn't know what to do. He dared not look, not that he feared any reprisal, he feared his own lack of control. To weaken and do something with his daughter with Estelle watching, taking notes, and putting those notes away for future use, would be disastrous. He knew very well that this was all part of a setup, one in which Cindy was a willing participant. Somehow, his wife had corrupted his daughter far more than he ever had, far more than he'd ever dared.

He could not help but admire what she'd accomplished in the short time he'd been away. When he left, two days ago, Cindy was a sweet sixteen-year-old debutante who, he was certain, never thought an indecent thought or said a dirty word even while she milked his spending rod in her sucking mouth after taking his load in her beautiful face. Now, she writhed half naked on his lap, playing with her pussy, loosening the knot of her blouse, exposing her creamy breasts, tweaking her hard nipples, moaning like a bitch in heat while grinding her deliciously firm buttocks on his rampant erection.

Ed ached to get her alone for just five minutes. He'd scratch his little girl's itch for her as no father should, and he'd do it without quilt, without mercy, and without a condom. If Estelle wanted the girl pregnant, he'd get her pregnant. At least he could plant the seed of her own race. Ed grew up in the old south. His racial prejudices ran deep. He made no apologies for this and always assumed that Estelle shared his views.

Estelle's family built their empire on slave labor. Her great grandfather was reported to have bred them like cattle and was rumored to have done his own studding. This was a family secret that caused them great amusement when several were together in the presence of a light-skinned negro. They'd exchange surreptitious looks and giggles, but the chocolate brown man with green eyes knew what they were snickering about. How Estelle could allow, no, encourage, her own daughter to mate with a negro, black as midnight, as uppity and affected as Jason, well, it blew his mind.

He could put nothing past Estelle, though. The woman was spoiled, self-centered, and twisted--a woman who fed off scandal. Their marital vow of fidelity had, from the very beginning, applied only to him. Their joint wealth applied only to her. Everything was in her name. He made all the big decisions; she made all the small ones. There hadn't been a big decision in their marriage. Even the name for his daughter was a small decision.

Ed rebelled at such a common name, just as he had rebelled at Estelle's turning his aristocratic Edward Charles Wentworth III to simply Ed. He also rebelled at taking Estelle's maiden name instead of her taking the Wentworth name. In the long run, the last name didn't matter. After seventeen years of marriage, everyone called him Ed, even the servants. He grew to accept this from all except Jason. When Jason called him, Ed, he called Jason, boy. Jason hated the boy label as much as Edward hated Ed. They had a truce that lasted until the scene at the entryway. The only difference was, though Jason dared call him, Ed; Ed dared not call Jason, boy.

It, therefore, came as no surprise when Estelle picked up her silver bell and gave it a tinkle despite his pleading look. He even said, "Please, no, Estelle. I'm not ready for that, yet. Do what you want, but leave me out. I beg you."

"Nonsense, darling. I'm sure you are quite ready. Unless I miss my guess, Cindy has a rigid slab of Daddy meat tucked neatly between her buttocks." She addressed Cindy, saying, "Am I right, dear?"

Cindy wiggled her ass and cooed, "Ummm, Yes, a hot slab of Daddy meat. Daddy is making my pussy all slimy and wet, see?"

Ed didn't want to look down, but did. Cindy used both hands to pull her tight lips apart. One glance set his heart pounding and his hard throbbing. The hole she exposed, slick and drooling her vaginal honey to the rosette of her anus, was the most inviting and erotic sight he'd ever seen. To add to his discomfort, she purred, "Mommy, I need a hard cock for my little pussy hole. Daddy's cock is so close, so hard, so willing. Can I please let Daddy fuck my juicy cunt?"

Ed's cock was ready to tear through his slacks. Hearing those filthy, lusty words from his little darling had him on the verge of a climax. Estelle's next words cooled his ardor. She said, "Well, that's too bad. That would be incest. We can't have any of that, now, can we? Be patient. I've summoned Jason."

Jason entered the room just then and came up to Estelle. He stood between the two chairs. Jason took no notice of Cindy, even as she displayed herself to him wantonly. She'd lifted her skirt above her hips and bared her breasts. She fingered her pussy while fondling her breasts in offering, squirming violently and lifting her loins. One look at Jason had her acting like a receptive mare before a stallion. Jason calmly said, "You tinkled, Madam."

"Yes, Jason. Whatever you did to our daughter during your rubdown has affected her dramatically. She is in heat, Jason. The girl needs a penis. Unfortunately, the only penis in this house besides yours belongs to her father. I'm afraid we need to ask you an indelicate favor. Would you be a dear and service her for us?"

"Juan has a penis, Madam."

Estelle admired Jason's cool aplomb in the face of Cindy's lewd display. He hardly gave her a glance, even as she cried, "Oh, Jason, fuck me! Fuck my pussy, Jason! Please, put your cock all the way in. I need your cock; I need it so badly!"

Estelle held back her smile and said, "That's true, but as you can see, it's your penis she wants--your cock as she puts it."

Jason looked down at the vulgar spread Cindy presented. He glanced to Ed, who held her, sweat beading on his brow, anxiety mixed with lust etching his face. Ed seemed to be staring off in space, counting back from ten million. Jason smiled and began undressing, slowly and methodically, taking time to fold and set aside each item. When he stood completely naked, he took his semi-rigid phallus in hand and massaged its length.

He stroked his ebony cock to full erection, catching Ed's sly peek. Ed could see the black, flesh-and-blood billy club quite well in his peripheral vision, but one quick look was needed to confirm what he thought he saw. The man was huge. The slab he fisted was easily the size of a large cucumber, black as a coal miner's hankie. The slightly larger head looked purple when his cock arched skyward under the strain of a full erection. Golden precum oozed from the long slit. His fingers rubbed the wetness around the crown, giving the head a translucent sheen.

Ed hated to admit it, but Jason lived up to his race's reputation. Ed could acknowledge and concede that black men could be seen as desirable to white women, any female for that matter, if for no other reason than the virile and erotic endowments they could offer. As though a merciful creator compensated for giving one race the short end of the social stick by endowing their males with the long end of the biological stick.

Jason had been richly compensated. He had a majestic penis. Ed could not blame Estelle for succumbing to it's lure, nor Cindy for lusting after it. What he could not fathom was how Cindy could take that monstrous sex engine inside her tiny hole, or after suffering its assault, would want it again as she obviously did. He had a difficult time keeping her in his lap with all of her energetic bouncing around once she saw the cock advancing on her in its aroused state. Advance it did, and Cindy rose to meet the one-eyed black boa with her hands and mouth.

Jason stepped close, bringing his cock before Ed's startled face, his right thigh pressed against Ed's left shoulder. Ed pulled his head back until the headrest allowed no further escape. He saw Cindy grasp the rod and engulf the head in her mouth. To his horror, she laid her cheek against his own, bringing the shaft of that mighty prick just a fraction of an inch in front of his lips. Every breath brought the heady male scent. There was no escaping the vulgar, erotic vision unless he closed his eyes. Try as he might, his traitorous eyes simply would not close. He could barely get them to blink. Estelle took all of this in with an amused grin.

Ed debated dumping Cindy from his lap and storming off, but caught that grin and recognized the firm message that came with it: "Take it like a man or suffer the consequences."

Part of him wanted to defy her and take the consequences, but another part, a part he had never been introduced to, wanted to remain perfectly still. That part wanted to suffer the abuse, wanted to taste Jason's maleness, wanted to guide his rampant engine into his daughter's inflamed vagina, and wanted to watch him pour his black seed into her fertile womb. Part of him wanted the same thing Estelle wanted. That part kept him from acting.

Cindy was not content with presenting a visual spectacle. Her actions slowly brought the shaft into contact with her father's lips. Ed's lips, slack and unresisting, flowed over the rigid meat. When she took her mouth off the head and planted kisses up and down its length, she used her hand to carefully guide the head on a tour of her father's face. She lifted Jason's cock straight up to lick his balls, giving Ed a better view of the magnificent stature and glory of his butler's ebony truncheon. Ed's eyes wandered up and down the length of that pulsing fuck stick. When she brought the head down and centered the bulbous crown at Ed's lips, the corners of their mouths touched, and their lips shared the head of Jason's cock.

Although Ed did not lick as Cindy did, he let the head part his lips. He knew she wanted him to open wide and accept the cock in his mouth, but Ed resisted. Cindy used her velvet tongue to swab the cock and probe Ed's lips, trying to tempt him. Her exciting tongue tip pried inside his mouth. Gradually, he weakened to permit the tongue's full entry. From there, it was easy for Cindy to replace her tongue with Jason's dick.

The transfer went smoothly. Before Ed was fully aware, he had Jason's cockhead fully inside his mouth. Cindy eased back, pushing Ed's head to turn facing Jason's loins. Her delicate hand curled around the shaft and pumped, jacking off her lover in her father's mouth. Her lips were busy teasing Ed's ears, whispering lewd encouragements, such as, "Suck, Daddy. Suck Jason's cock. Make his cock real hard and slippery so he can fuck my horny pussy with it. Suck it for Mom."

Ed gave a glance toward Estelle. She did love seeing what she saw. Her dress was up, her legs were over the armrests, and her hands were busy fucking her pussy. Ed gave the head a tentative suck. After seeing Estelle's smile broaden, he sucked more openly and took as much of Jason's cock as he could. Jason made the act even more obscene by humping Ed's mouth in a short fucking stroke. Jason smiled down at his former master, standing with his hands on his hips, letting Cindy pump the shaft for her father. Eva entered the room at that point, gasped, then took up a seat on the floor beside Estelle's chair. Her hand was soon busy between her own legs.

Ed's humiliation was now complete. With everyone except the gardener looking on, he allowed his passions to rise unfettered. He made a pussy of his mouth for Jason to fuck and used his hands to fondle his excited daughter. His right hand curled around under her right arm to squeeze and fondle her breast; his left buried between her legs, actively finger fucking her cunt.

Cindy continued jacking off Jason. Ed figured she would continue until he reached a climax. She would probably pull the head free to give his face a liberal dousing before reinserting the cock for him to nurse and swallow the rest. Ed was more than willing to repay her kindness in this way, and looked forward to a face and mouthful of a black man's sperm. More than that, though, he wanted to see Jason fuck his lovely daughter.

A few seconds later, Jason pulled away with a sucking pop. Cindy heaved up, presenting her wide open beaver. Jason centered on the hole and waited. Without being told, Ed removed his fingers and took hold of Jason's cock, guiding the head to Cindy's sex lips. Her loins were up at his head level, and the level of Jason's loins. His eyes were right at the perfect level to watch the head dent her opening as he applied pressure. Ed used his right arm as support under Cindy's ass to keep her up, making the penetration easier for Jason and giving himself the view he wanted.

The thick cock sank in easily as though Jason were shoving into a warm tub of lard. The inches slid in, one by one, as Ed marveled at the resiliency of Cindy's pussy. The girl barely groaned as more than half went inside, and groaned only slightly as the rest steadily followed. When Jason's balls touched the back of Ed's flattened hand, he removed the hand and reached around Jason's hip to cup his balls, giving Cindy that last inch.

With Jason's big balls in his hand, Ed followed every thrust, keeping his eyes on Cindy's lower abdomen. Like a python moving under a blanket, Jason's cock showed its progress through the skin of Cindy's taut belly. Her lower belly swelled along a thick line that ended just below her navel when he was fully within her.

Cindy went completely limp, bent backwards, supported by her father, impaled on her black lover's cock. Her head dangled and flopped about under the punishing assault. She appeared to be having one long continuous orgasm as Ed ran his tongue from her clit to her navel, as though trying to lick the cock through her skin. Ed was beside himself with lust. When Cindy drew her leg back and hook his neck behind her knee, he could not have been more pleased for she drew his face into the center of the action. Although Jason could no longer go fully inside, having Ed's face at the juncture of their genitals was more than compensation. Ed immediately set about licking both of them. He ran his tongue from Jason's balls to Cindy's clit, spending a great deal of time licking the point of entry.

Estelle and Eva traded turns reaching one climax after another. Neither had ever seen anything so exciting. Jason fought hard not to shorten the event. Having three beautiful women going absolutely bonkers over his cock, his fucking, and his abuse of Ed had him ready from the moment of full penetration. Seeing Ed fall under the erotic influence of his cock affected him more than anything else.

He had a momentary spell of anxiety when Ed grabbed him by the balls, but Ed's gentle, reverent massage spoke volumes. Having this bigot hold his daughter up and guide his cock in her was the ultimate experience. Watching him slavishly licking at their genitals while they fucked, doing as much licking on his wet shaft as on her pussy, was almost too much. Hearing Ed's impassioned pleas to sperm her womb and knock her up was too much. Jason flooded the girl's womb while Ed milked his balls.

Jason held himself inside for the first three jets, but then pulled out and aimed his cum-spewing cock at Ed's mouth. This caught Ed by surprise. He took one shot on the bridge of his nose before getting his mouth over the head and sucking with a tight seal. Ed's cheeks hollowed with the intensity of his suction as the last jets painted the back of his throat. Cindy struggled up to watch and milk Jason's rod with her fist as Ed nursed the last dribbles of sperm.

After the last dribble, Jason pulled his cock from Ed's mouth and reinserted the still erect shaft in Cindy's cunt. All around were people exhausted and drained. Even Ed managed to cum in his pants, though both hands had been busy elsewhere the whole time. Cindy had obviously helped him out by rubbing the area for him. She did no rubbing after Jason reached his climax. She was as limp as a wash rag, swooning in the afterglow. Estelle had also turned to a puddle of flesh, sprawled in her chair. She could not even respond to Eva's licking of her twat.

As Cindy slowly recovered, she drew her legs back, offering a lewd sight of the long cock pointing down into her wet hole. Jason had half inside. Everyone's attention refocused at the juncture of the joined couple. Ed realized the show wasn't yet over. He used his left hand to curl thumb and forefinger around the base of the cock, forming an O ring of flesh pressed tightly to his daughter's sex. Jason slowly withdrew as Ed's O ring prevented sperm from being pulled out or spilled. When the head came away, Ed plugged his daughter's wide hole with his thumb.

He was a bit surprised when Estelle said to Cindy, "Sit on your father's face, Cindy."

"But, I'll waste the sperm."

"Just do as I say."

Ed kept Cindy plugged as they repositioned themselves. He slipped to the floor leaving his head lying back on the seat. She removed her skirt and blouse then turned to straddle his head on her knees, facing her audience. As she sank over his mouth, he unplugged her. Sperm poured from the well of her cunt as he glued his mouth to the well. Cindy rocked her pelvis in a lewd undulating grind, saying, "Suck my cunt, Daddy. Eat all of Jason's sperm. Swallow his cum. Lick my pussy. Jack off while you do it, so we can see how much you like doing this. Show Eva your dick."

Ed buried his tongue in Cindy's moving hole while fumbling with excited fingers in an effort to free his cock. Being doubled back on his knees, his loins were obscenely jutting out. When his cock burst forth and he began pumping it frantically, he made a comical sight. The man had no pride left. He had been reduced to a throbbing erection that strained for relief.

Estelle had to admit, his cock never looked better or bigger. Wet with his previous spend, his wet cock made a sloppy noise while he jacked its glistening length. Eva obviously liked what she saw. She licked her lips and cast Estelle a hopeful look. Estelle said, "No, let him spill his seed on the floor. Let's just watch and enjoy."

Cindy enjoyed putting on a show for them. She accentuated her rocking on his face and fired off one lewd, provocative tease after another, all the while watching the familiar cock reach towards it's familiar release. She knew very well that he could blast out a series of jets that would arc out several feet. His second cums were almost as spectacular as his first. Second cums were better in some ways because they were thinner and more fluid. She drove him on with actions matched to words, forgetting that he'd cum three times prior to this.

For once, his climax was pathetic.

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Cindy Takes a Breeding

As the two women strolled the secluded rear portion of the estate, seeking Juan, Estelle said, "Cindy, you are about to witness domestic impudence at its worst. Watch carefully. As you can see, I am not dressed provocatively. I will make no sexual overtures. I will even react as a lady should. See what happens. You will be amazed at this man's bold and lurid behavior. When I resist, he will force his way on me."

"Suppose he goes after me. I am dressed provocatively."

"Yes, and that's one reason I want you along. I'm curious as to weather he'll even assault me with you nearby. If he turns his attentions on you, that will be interesting as well."

"Should I go along, or resist."

"Resist, of course, but not too rigorously. Just make it look good. Employing a rapist is rather exciting, don't you think?"

"Yes, very. Is he any good?"

"He's very good. As much as you enjoy a good rape, I'm sure you'll be pleased. There he is, over by the gazebo."

Juan noticed them at the same time they noticed him. He set aside his tools and watched them make their way over. Estelle could see the curious expression he had on seeing Cindy with her. His beady little eyes drank in her not-so-well-hidden charms. His mind was working, she could see that. When he reached for his crotch and crudely fondled himself in plain view, she knew something would happen. She tried not to smile as Cindy quietly exclaimed, "Jesus, look at him rubbing his dick. You were right. Somebody is about to get fucked, that's for sure. By the way he keeps looking at me, I think it's me."

"Let me do the talking. He won't understand a word, but perhaps I can get him focused on me. You've had plenty of cock; it's my turn, now."

"God, Mother, he has a nice bulge. Save some for me."

"You just try to keep a straight face, no matter what I say. Remember, you should be outraged by what you are about to witness."

Estelle strode up to stand before him with Cindy at her side but holding back a few feet. Juan's eyes darted from one to the other. His massaging hand increasing its motion. Estelle folded her arms looking stern and said, "Juan, I've come to speak to you about your impudent behavior. I want you to know that..." Juan unzipped and pulled out his thick member, stroking it, staring dumbly with his fat tongue pushing out his lower lip.

Estelle let her eyes fall on his cock, recoiling with mock disapproval, half shouting, "Why you disgusting wretch. How dare you expose yourself before my daughter?"

Trying to keep her straight face, Cindy quietly said, "Gee, I didn't know I got to go first."

Without taking her eyes off of Juan, Estelle said, "Shut up, Cindy. Look serious, damnit. Can't you see I'm about to get raped by this Mexican moron?" As she spoke these words, Juan closed the distance between them. Estelle backed up for appearances sake, but was caught in his lunging grasp. She squealed as he drew her close with both grubby hands digging into her soft buttocks. Cindy brought her hands to her mouth, jumped back, and cried, "Oh, no, Mommy! You let my Mommy go, you nasty pervert."

Estelle fired back mock anger, "Unhand me this instant, you brute! Stop grinding that magnificent penis against my clit like that."

Speaking in a voice of panic, Cindy said, "Mother, how can I keep a straight face if you say things like that." To add a touch of realism, Cindy slapped at Juan's arm. Juan brushed her away, and took the opportunity to rip Estelle's dress down the front.

Estelle uselessly tried to hold the halves together as he continued tearing down through the skirt. She said, "Holy Shit! He's never been like this. He's not listening to a word I say. Slap at him some more. That was good."

Cindy slapped at Juan's hands as he tore shreds of cloth from her mother's resisting body. Juan ignored her and soon had Estelle down to bra and panties. He ripped the panties off and tore open her bra at the center, exposing her tits. Estelle cupped her tits protectively shouting, "Damn, but he's excited!"

He drew her back into the lewd embrace and wedged his cock between her thighs. His rock hard cock sawed between her thighs, running through her aroused sex lips.

Estelle was powerless to either resist or assist. She took the obscene buffeting as Cindy got behind him and pounded her tiny fists on his back. She locked eyes with her mother while shouting, "Don't you dare stick that big brown dick in my Mommy's horny pussy, you dirty, illegal alien rapist, you."

Estelle moaned, "Oh, fuck! He's getting it in. Oh, Yes! Oh! He's in. He's fucking me, Cindy. He's raping me so good. Oh, I simply must get this man a green card. If he gets deported, I'll die."

Juan carried her to the ground and sprawled over her, pumping like a wild man. Estelle laid, sprawled, delightfully resigned to her fate. Cindy stood over the pair and said in a normal voice, "Wow, this is great! What should I do now? I feel a bit silly giving him a back massage."

"Just watch. Oh, Cindy, this is so good. I just adore a good rape. Fuck me you bastard!"

Cindy watched them fuck, growing hornier by the second. Suddenly, Juan stopped. He carried wooden stakes in his big pockets. He drew one out and tried to force it into the earth above Estelle's head and to her right. Estelle looked back to try to see what he was up to. Juan looked all around until his eyes fell on his mallet ten feet behind him where he'd dropped it. Cindy realized that he wanted the mallet. She walked over, picked it up, then returned to hand it to him. Juan pounded the stake in the ground, then wound string around Estelle's wrist.

After tying her wrist to the stake, he set another three feet out from it. Estelle looked to Cindy as he bound her other hand and said, "Do you think that was proper behavior to hand a rapist a fucking hammer while he's raping your mother?"

Cindy giggled nervously and said, "I wasn't thinking about that, but it does sound crazy, huh?"

As Juan pulled out and moved to stake Estelle's feet out wide, Cindy said, "I guess he wants you staked out."

"No shit, detective. Don't you want to hold the stake for him."

"I do, but he's doing fine by himself. This is so exciting. This is just like a real rape."

"Yes, and I don't mind telling you, I'm a bit concerned."

"Relax, he won't hurt you. This will be much better, more fun to watch, anyway."

As soon as Juan had Estelle staked out, spread-eagled on the lawn, he stood and grabbed Cindy. She squealed as her clothes were ripped off. Hers came away easily, leaving her nude in seconds. She was then roughly forced to lie over her mother, tit to tit, crotch to crotch. As he wrapped her left hand and secured it to the same stake that held her mother's right hand, she said, "Oh, shit, Mother!"

"Oh shit is right. I must say, I admire his style."

Juan staked Cindy over her mother in little time, then stood up between their legs, admiring his work. He took off his pants and knelt between both sets of legs. Estelle said, "Now, the question is, who gets raped first?"

Her question was answered as Juan entered Estelle's pussy. She moaned, but the moan was short lived. He drew out and entered Cindy.

Cindy moaned, saying, "Oh, Jesus, he has a great cock. Ummm... yes... you're right, Mother, rape does suit me. We must get this child molesting rapist a green card. We simply must." Juan went back and forth between the two cunts, then drew out of both.

Cindy's eyes got big, and she exclaimed, "Mother, he's trying to stick that thing up my ass!"

"Oh, that impudent bastard, sodomizing my little girl right on top of me! He must be trying to get a raise."

"Oh, shit! Oh, that hurts! Fuck! Ouch! Ouch! Owwwcchh!"

"Relax, make like you are taking a shit. Push out!"

Cindy stained as Juan's cock pushed on in. The technique did help. Juan was soon in to the balls. "Ugggh! He's in all the way. Damn, I feel like a Christmas goose." Juan began fucking her ass. "Ugggh! Ughh! Ohhh... ummm... that's not so bad, now!"

"What a slut!"

"Yes, talk dirty to me, Mother!"

"Kiss me, you ass fucking whore!"

Cindy eagerly entered into a passionate kiss as Estelle humped her cunt against Cindy's with what limited play there was. Each was in a frenzy of lust as Juan reached his climax, pouring a copious load up Cindy's entrails.

When he pulled out and stood, both women slumped in their bindings. Seconds later, warm water splashed against the back of Cindy's head. When she raised her head, the stream hit Estelle full in the face. The acrid smell of urine answered their silent question. They tried to shield their faces as Juan maneuvered about dousing them liberally, soaking their hair, trailing the stream down Cindy's back, even squirting into their crotches. When he finished, he pulled on his pants and simply walked off.

They were too stunned for words for several long seconds, then Estelle began to laugh. Cindy felt as well as heard the laughter. Her mother's laughter became contagious. Soon, they were both laughing. Cindy licked at the wetness on her mother's face, made a pleasing expression, and said, "Not bad."

"Didn't I tell you he was impudent."

"Yeah, that was pretty impudent, all right--raping your employer and her daughter while staked out on the lawn, pissing on them, then leaving them for someone to find. You don't get more impudent than that. Oh, Jesus, I was so wrong. Mother, he's leading one of those sentry dogs over here."

Estelle strained to see behind her. Sure enough, Juan had one Doberman on a leash, heading right for them. The two dogs were leased from a security company. The family never interacted with them. The dogs were kept in a pen during the day and let free to roam the grounds at night. "Oh, my God! It's a male, isn't it?"

"They're both males."

"He wouldn't dare... would he?"

Her question was answered when Juan guided the dog between their legs. The dog began lapping their crotches, sending delicious chills up both women. Cindy cried out, "Stop this, Juan! I mean it. Stop this now, or I'll scream. Alto, por favor, god damnit!"

"Shut up, Cindy. It's not like you've never been screwed by a dog before."

"Yeah, but not one like this. Mother, they're huge, and they're mean."

"Then don't piss him off. Relax, there's nothing we can do about it anyway. We're being raped. Remember what I taught you. When rape is unavoidable, lie back and enjoy it."

"You never taught me that."

"I meant to. I'm teaching you, now."

"Yeah, but this wasn't part of the deal. Mother, I don't want to get raped by a fucking Doberman."

The dog was already humping Cindy's leg and maneuvering higher. He soon stood over their upper torsos and tried entering her, but he was too high. Cindy felt herself being lifted by her mother as Estelle strained to push up from below. Cindy cried, "Mother, what are you doing, helping him?"

"Yes, I'm helping. Don't act so surprised."

The pointed cock hit Cindy between the cheeks and poked around. Estelle raised higher and the cock hit close to the mark, prompting Cindy to cry, "Mother, please! Stop doing that! I don't want this."

"Tell that to the dog. Stop fighting me, Cindy! Damn you, hold still!"

"Oh, Mom... Ahh... oh my god."

"Bingo!"

He hit the mark and hit it good, gliding effortlessly into Cindy's pussy. Cindy howled, "Oh, fuck, he's in me. He's fucking me. The dog is fucking me, Mother! I hope you're happy."

"Deliriously. Oh, this is marvelous. I can feel his cock moving in you. He's so powerful."

"Uggh! He's so big. His cock is swelling up inside me. Ughhh! This is too much, Mother. I... Umph... I feel like I'm being screwed by a horse. It's you he should be screwing. Next time, you get on top."

Estelle settled her ass back to the ground now that the dog was deeply ensconced in her daughter, still humping away. Cindy held herself up to facilitate her screwing. Estelle said, "You can bet there will be lots of next times. Damn, I wish your father were here to see his precious little darling serving as a dog's bitch, a black dog at that. This just isn't a good day for white bigots."

Cindy, being buffeted rapidly, came when her mother mentioned her father being a witness. The dog came right afterward but remained inside, panting. Estelle teased, "You make a beautiful bitch, Cindy."

"It's hard to feel beautiful staked out on the lawn with a dog's dick in you."

"Trust me, you're beautiful, and your father would think so as well. Bestiality is one of his favorite perversions. Combined with incest, you have an unbeatable combination. Throw sodomy in and he'll be in pervert heaven."

"Are you serious. He'd love this?"

"Absolutely. Ummm... I can feel that knot in you."

"You should, it must be the size of a small apple. I'll bet he's as long as Jason. I'm not kidding. I can feel that cock way up inside me."

"It's too bad a dog can't get you pregnant. You'd look good with a litter of Doberman pups suckling your breasts."

"With those needle sharp teeth, no thank you."

"That's the best part, watching you squirm while they nurse."

"You have a sadistic streak in you, don't you, Mother?"

"A little one, yes. I think we all do. I like this, being staked out. No one ever tied me up before. No one ever had the balls to try. I'm giving that gardener a raise. Juan, you have a raise, but if you ever piss on me again, I'll nail your spic balls to the tool shed."

Jason's familiar voice brought their heads twisting up or back. He said, "Madam, if you'd like, I'll talk with him. It appears he needs some guidelines."

"Oh, Jason! I'm glad you're here. He is a strange one. I don't trust him. Yes, do have a talk with him. Tell him that I am not to be pissed on ever again, and he'd better never leave a mark on me or Cindy. I mean that. Make sure he understands. I can have him deported, even jailed. I will, too."

"Mother, you forgot to mention the dogs and you just said he can't piss on you. What about me?"

"I know what I said, Cindy. Jason, those are the only limits I want set."

"As you wish, Madam."

When the dog pulled out, Juan took up the leash and led him away. Jason walked with Juan to the pen, speaking to him in Spanish. When they passed out of hearing, Cindy said, "Mother, that's not fair. I don't want to be used like that. I don't want to be pissed on and mated to dogs like a bitch."

"Yes, but I want you to be a pissed-on bitch. It amuses me. Don't worry, we'll keep this in the family. You'll adjust. This will spice up our lives. Everyone will enjoy this situation, especially your father."

"Do you really think so?"

"I know so. Trust me on this. Oh, look, they're bringing the other one. Okay, now this time, you do the work. Show them how much you want that doggie cock. Try to get him in your ass."

"Oh, God, Mother, you are so perverted."

"Do it for your Daddy."

"Okay, I guess I have no choice, huh? I'll try. I'll try to be a good bitch."

"You'll try to get him in your ass?"

"Yes, I'll do my best."

Juan led the dog between their legs. The dog licked at the women. Cindy lifted and wiggled her butt wantonly. The dog mounted her and Cindy used her limited freedom of movement to lift and lower her ass, feeling for the distinctive rubbery point of his cock, being careful to keep her pussy hole low. The tip of the dog's cock prodded the upper reaches of her ass crack as she gradually moved up. The first good poke at the center of her stretched anus sent it three inches inside.

She squealed, "I did it, Mother! He's in my asshole. Ohhh, he's in it deep already. Ughhh... he's... he... he's in all the way. Oh, man, what a feeling. This feels great. The knot is swelling up. He couldn't pull out if he wanted to."

Estelle said, "Jason, did you hear that? My daughter is hung up with a dog."

"I can see that, Madam. I'm happy for you."

"Be happy for me, too, Jason. This feels wonderful."

"I'm glad to hear that. The dog looks pleased as well. By the way, Madam, I spoke with Juan and set him straight. It's a good thing I did. You don't want to know what he had in store for you two."

"What? What did he plan to do?"

"Very well. He was going to take a bunch of rose stems and whip you both, mostly between the legs. After that, he was going to dump a wheel barrow full of wet manure on you."

"Oh, that bastard! That sadistic bastard! Doesn't he realize we'd get terrible infections if he did that?"

"Madam, Juan is a borderline retard. He doesn't realize much of anything. He's dangerous because he's that stupid. In my opinion, you should rethink playing these games with him."

"We'll talk later. Right now, let's enjoy this doggie rape of my daughter's ass. Look at her. She's enthralled. You love this, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Oh, yes. He is so good! He's so big. He's bigger than the other one. I'm going to love being a bitch, but don't ever leave me alone with Juan. He scares me."

"He scares me too. Don't worry, dear. Don't ever step out back unless you have Jason or your father with you. Jason, you tell him that if he ever puts one foot inside the house, he's fired. He'll be fired, then put in jail, then deported, but not before I have him castrated. Make certain he understands, Jason."

"I'll see to it, Madam."

"Oh, he's cumming in my ass, Mother. Oh, God, I love it. Fuck my ass, doggie! Oh, Jason, you must take me out often. I need to keep my doggie lovers happy."

Estelle added, "Yes, Jason, see to it. I want my daughter to be a well bred young lady. Try to put a smile of the muzzles of those mutts."

"As you wish, Madam."

The dog stopped moving but was locked in Cindy's ass. Estelle said, "Jason, cut me free, but leave Cindy."

Jason took pruning shears and cut the strings holding Estelle. She wiggled out from beneath her daughter, but paused when her crotch was under Cindy's head. She drew her legs out and fanned them open, saying, "Suck me off, Cindy. I need a good cum after watching you service these dogs."

Cindy went right to work, laving her mother's cunt while the dog remained deeply embedded in her colon. She sucked hard on Estelle's clit and brought on a powerful orgasm. Estelle slithered out and stood beside Jason, looking down on her daughter. She smiled and said, "Doesn't she look sexy that way?"

"Quite."

"Her father should see this."

Return to Book 1


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Golden Girl


My mom is a Jane Mansfield look-alike, and I look like her, only my hair is much lighter and I am a foot shorter. She also has that look of a woman, born with class and elegance. She would look natural on a billionaire's arm, and she did, in fact, marry local wealth. We are very close, closer now than ever. After the divorce, when I was twelve, we became more like best friends. I am fifteen, now, and that friendship has grown beyond the norm. Our story is bizarre.

Mom didn't date after she and Dad split up. She was down on men. I tried to get her to go out, but she said she would rather spend time at home with me. When I turned fifteen, I began to feel smothered by her. I needed space.

I had just gotten a boyfriend, though Mom wouldn't let me go on a date with him. In that way, she was still a mother, overly so. I knew about sex and its consequences. I was in no hurry to experiment, but wanted more than a kiss. Mom and I talked openly about sex and boys. She even told me about masturbation and admitted she did it sometimes to ease the tension. We both got embarrassed whenever the conversation drifted to very personal stuff and sexual matters in particular.

Mom was not a social person. She only had one friend, Susan, a petite, sexy, blond divorcee with two boys a few years younger than me. Susan works in the office at my high school, so I see her at school as well as home. Susan is nothing like Mom. She was very liberal, adventuresome, brash, sometimes flighty. She rarely dated, though. When she went out, it was to get laid, and that was it. She changed radically after a few dates with a guy named Red Baker, a used car salesman. She turned into a vivacious, outrageous, swinging slut, but we still liked her. Her behavior at school changed as well, but I think that had more to do with our new principal, Hal Peterson.

Susan was forever trying to get Mom to attend the wild parties she went to. Mr. Peterson attended many of those parties, and it was he who introduced Susan to Red at the first one she attended. Mom is beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous my boyfriend says. Men are always ogling her. She dresses down to hide her trim yet voluptuous figure and rarely wears anything but pants and baggy sweaters.

I was on Susan's side, but I didn't want Mom in the bars trying to get picked up. She needed to mix and mingle, but not in bars, and not with Susan. Also, I wanted her to go out once in a while so that Brad, my boyfriend, could come over and not have Mom hovering over us. Besides, I was proud of my beautiful, sexy mom and thought she should flaunt her beauty.

At fifteen, I was fast on my way to getting my mother's figure as well. My breasts were full 34 C's' and still growing. My legs turned heads, and my ass drew leers which really bothered Mom. She hated seeing me turning into a woman. I loved it.

We talked about the changes we saw Susan go through. At first, Susan seemed resistant to a second date with Red. The first date, though dynamite in her opinion, was too much, she said. Red frightened her with his wild ideas and take-charge approach. He treated her like a two-bit whore, never like a lady, a fact that really pissed Mom off.

Susan kept seeing him and began making excuses for Red's behavior. She said she liked being with a real man and loved wearing the clothes he made her wear. That was hard to believe. Her clothes would put a hooker to shame. She wore those same outfits to school, since the dress code applied only to students and only Hal could say anything. He didn't care what the ladies wore. To top it off, Red forbade her to wear underwear--bra or panties. Susan got a real bad reputation at school. Everyone talked about her. I never told Mom.

It was shortly after Red and Susan were going out steadily. I was in the kitchen fixing an after-school snack when I heard Mom challenge Susan with, "My God, Susan! You just came from the school, and you aren't wearing panties? Is that Red's doing, too?"

Susan shot back, "Christ, Bonnie, you're as bad as those fucking kids. What are you doing looking up my skirt? Are you turning queer on me?"

"I was not looking up your skirt. I could not help noticing. Honestly, Susan, that skirt is so short, there's no need to look up it. It's all out there in plain sight when you sit."

Susan stood abruptly and said, "What I do or wear is my business. If you don't like it, I'll stop coming by." She stopped at the door and added, "You know, Bonnie, you need to get laid, and badly. You've been fucking those plastic dongs too long. If you tried a real man, you wouldn't be so quick to judge others."

She stormed out, slamming the door, leaving Mom with a blank stare on her shocked, hurt face. I came over to console her. I said, "Mom, don't worry. She'll be back. You know how excitable she's been lately. It's that Red guy."

"I know, Judy. I've seen it before--the golden phallus."

"The golden what?"

"Oh, nothing. Let's just say, some women go berserk over some men. Actually, over some mens' penises. The golden phallus. That's what happened to Susan. I understand. I've seen it before. The bad part is, golden pricks are only found on big pricks. Red is the biggest, so his is undoubtedly twenty-four carat. She certainly has it bad, and he's going to ruin her reputation. He'll probably get her fired before he dumps her."

"Mom, Susan is right about one thing; you should go out."

Mom sat up sharply and shot back, "I don't need that from you, Judy. I am still your mother, and I will not be addressed that way by a fifteen-year-old."

"Addressed what way?"

"I caught that inference. Don't play dumb, Judy. If I prefer an artificial penis to the real ones, that's my business and no one else's. Were you snooping around in my room? Did you tell Susan about my dildos? If you want one, I'll get you one, but don't be messing with my personal things! And don't be telling people about my personal sex habits."

Her words stole my breath. It never dawned on me that my mother owned a dildo--or dildos. I couldn't even protest my innocence, because she got up and stormed off, slamming her bedroom door. I stood there, stupefied.

Her words kept echoing in my mind: "... my dildos... If you want one, I'll get you one... snooping... golden phallus." I was dumbfounded. I thought, "She'd get me one? I was a virgin. What would a virgin do with a dildo? Did she think I was not a virgin?"

This unpleasantness passed, and a few months later, Susan returned to her frequent daily visits. Nothing more was ever said about her state of dress, though Susan seemed to go out of her way to invite a remark. Those three months under Red's influence had a powerful effect on Susan. I liked the new Susan; Mom accepted the new Susan.

I noticed that Susan enjoys shocking my mom. Mom shocks easily. Dad was her first lover, and he obviously wasn't very creative in bed. Most of what I know about sex, I overheard from Susan's talks with Mom. I figured Mom learned most of what she knows from Susan's talks, too.

Besides showing her beaver much more than accident could account for, Susan sported a new tattoo of a rose on her left labia. After the tattoo healed, she boldly showed it to us by hiking her skirt and parting her legs. Mom and I were flabbergasted to say the least. It was not so much the tattoo as the way she displayed the tattoo: sitting back in her chair with her legs as wide open as they'd go. In addition, she'd taken to shaving her pussy--all of it! All we could manage was open-mouthed stares.

It was the most exciting, brash thing I'd ever seen Susan or any female do. I loved looking at Susan's naked pussy, tattoo or no tattoo. Mom seemed intrigued. She stared as openly as I did.

We learned to adjust to the new Susan. Mom grew even closer to her. She tolerated Susan's use of the foulest language, even when I was in the room. Mom began spending more time at Susan's house than Susan spent at ours. A few days after the tattoo scene, Mom entered the house after running over to Susan's to borrow something. She looked flushed and out of breath. I said, "Mom, what's the matter!"

She began pacing quickly, talking more to herself. She said, "I don't believe what I just saw. I don't believe it! No! It can't be! Not Susan; not any mother. Having sex right in front of her kids like an animal. And those boys. Not a stitch on them. Kneeling within reach of her. Fisting their erections! Touching her. Touching their mother while she... she... My God! Has Susan lost her mind?"

"Mom! What are you talking about?"

"Oh, Judy! Don't you breathe a word of this to anyone. Do you hear me? Not a soul, especially not Cindy Greyson."

Cindy is my best friend, though she's a year ahead of me in school. I was a sophomore; she was a junior. Cindy is the most beautiful girl in the school, probably the whole state. She wins every beauty contest she enters.

The problem Mom had with Cindy was that she was Estelle Greyson's daughter. Estelle Greyson owned the county. She was a rich bitch. Everybody called her the Ice Queen. She and Mom were best friends once, but they drifted apart. Mom still wants Estelle to think of her as a debutante, pure and proper, which she was anyway.

I knew why Mom was so upset. It was because she feared that Estelle might find out that Mom's best friend was an incestuous slut. Debutantes are known by the company they keep. Susan was an incestuous slut, but Mom didn't want anyone, least of all Estelle Greyson, to know. If she knew that Cindy knew everything I knew, she'd die.

I said, "Mom, what's going on?"

"Our Susan has really gone off the deep end, Judy. The woman is nuts, crazy. It's that pervert she's seeing, that Red guy. He put her up to this. Jesus, her own kids! I'll bet Billy isn't twelve, and Stevie, I know, is only thirteen. She could end up in jail, and I'd be forced to go to Estelle to get her out. I'd die if it came to that. I swear, I would simply stop breathing right after I saved that stupid slut."

"Billy is twelve, Mom"

"They didn't even slow down when they saw me standing there. I think they actually enjoyed having me watch. And those boys, showing off their erections to me as though they were displaying sports trophies. The nerve of those kids. Pointing their throbbing erections right at me, stroking them suggestively, all the while their naked mother is on her hands and knees, grinning like the cat that ate the canary while that monster kept pumping and pumping that... that... Oh, God, it was obscene, so obscene!"

Mom was flushed and getting more flushed just reliving the event. To me, she looked aroused. I found the news stimulating and was wishing I'd gone to borrow the whatever. I said, "How long did you watch them?"

"Long enough. I didn't mean to, but they surprised me. I was unprepared, stunned."

Mom lapsed into a far off look. I said, "How long?"

"Ten, maybe twelve inches..."

"WHAT?"

"Oh,... uh, no... I mean... what did you say?"

"How long were you there?"

Mom hurried past and into her bedroom, saying, "I am not about to give you a blow by blow, Judy. Do the dishes. Clean your room. Do something, but don't disturb me."

She entered her room. I stared at the closed door. A moment later, the door opened. Mom poked her head out and said, "Yes, if you must know, I am going to masturbate. I will be using my dildos. They better be right where I left them. And, I had better not see any look on your face when I come out. I am an adult!" With that, she shut the door.

I eased back to the living room and plopped on the sofa. My mind, however, was in there with my mother. My imagination ran wild, going from the scene probably still taking place at Susan's and the one taking place in my mother's bedroom. My hand gradually strayed into my panties. I was eager to titillate my freshly shaved vagina--a shave inspired by Susan.

Since we don't ever walk around in the nude, and we respect each other's privacy, I felt safe shaving my pussy. Only Brad was ever to likely find out; but, so far, he hadn't tried. He couldn't with Mom always nearby.

I could not picture Mom getting screwed by Red or any guy, but I could easily picture Susan. Having seen her pussy numerous times made it easy, and I could imagine a ten to twelve-inches-long cock. I had seen Red a few times, coming and going. He was nothing special, kinda short with a receding hairline, slightly chubby. He looked and dressed like a used car salesman, and he looked like a pervert.

I could also easily imagine the cocks on Stevie and Billy. Susan gave me my first baby-sitting job at age eleven. Stevie and Billy were nine and eight. I could not get them to wear clothes when I sat for them, and showing off their little hardons was their favorite pastime. In fact, jerking off was their favorite pastime. I feigned anger and told on them, but Susan just said, "Boys will be boys." Mom put a halt to my sitting when I told her about their constant masturbation.

Actually, I liked what they were doing. They gave me my first good look at cocks, immature though they were. They'd even rubbed their cocks on me when I tried to ignore them, sometimes rubbing the heads on my face, especially over my lips. I wanted so badly to open my mouth, but the most I ever did was allow them to press the heads between my lips, rubbing their hard dicks on my teeth and gums while I pretended to watch TV or read.

They also were relentless in trying to feel me up. I loved the way they assaulted me, grabbing at my pussy. Since I had no tits, my pussy was the main attraction. I wore dresses after that first night. I knew to expect a hand up my skirt whenever I bent over or had my hands full. I discovered many creative ways of placing myself at their mercy. Billy was the best at getting inside my panties and fingering my horny cunt. Stevie was more into looking.

Their antics progressed over time. On my fourth visit, they wrestled my panties from me. I only fought for appearances' sake. They got good at divesting me of my panties. I got good at helping them without appearing too obvious. The first time I turned my back on them, I could count on hands going up my dress from the rear, hooking my panties, and yanking them to my ankles. This was my cue to stumble. That's when they'd take them from my flailing legs and get an excellent, prolonged look at my pussy. Each boy would take a leg and draw me into the splits while I laid helplessly on my back, squealing and protesting. That's where I discovered the joy of forced exposure. Most of my fantasies involve being forced to strip naked and spread my legs for strangers.

Once they tired of this, they'd release me and run with my panties. There would be a few minutes of keep-away before I would resign myself to being sans panties for the rest of the evening.

Without panties, both boys easily got what they wanted, when they wanted. I would fight with them, halfheartedly, for the first hour, then feign surrender, allowing free access to my crotch while acting the part of the poor maiden at their mercy.

After a month, we settled into a routine. Resistance was futile, even if I wanted to resist. Right after Susan left, they'd strip. Once naked, they'd converge on me and casually remove my panties. I offered no resistance, stepping free of the panties as Stevie took them from my feet.

Susan got wise to our games. She knew her boys and she saw through me. She often found my panties, returning them to me on the sly with a wink. Once, while saying goodbye at the door, giving her last minute instructions, Billy came up from behind and yanked my panties down to my ankles. I just stood there with a dumb look on my face, blushing bright red with a sucked-in deep breath that wouldn't unsuck.

Susan was on the front porch, looking from my panties to my face. She gave me a knowing smile as Billy rummaged under my skirt and got his finger in my pussy. I simply stood stock still, awed by his bold behavior and her casual acceptance of it.

Susan's smile gave me the courage to allow Billy to continue unhindered as she dragged out the parting formalities, obviously enjoying my discomfort and embarrassment. Billy rapidly and crudely jammed two fingers up my twat from the rear. Susan's eyes lingered on the skirt being moved at my crotch. I felt weak in the knees and almost panicked when Billy, emboldened by his mother's complacency, reached around front with his free hand and began to gather my hem, lifting up.

I stood, frozen, as Stevie dropped to my feet. He grabbed my left ankle and applied upward pressure, signaling his desire to relieve me of my panties. By this time, my dress was moving over my mound and cool night air wafted between my swollen lips and moist interior tissues. Susan kept talking, trying to keep me from bolting. This knowledge gave me the strength to lift my left foot, then my right, giving Stevie his prize right in front of his mother, my mother's best friend.

Stevie held my panties up toward his mother. She smiled, took them, and stuffed them in her purse without pausing in her lecture. While Stevie remained at my feet, staring into my crotch from inches away, Billy had managed to get my dress up past my belly button. Susan watched her son's fingers going rapidly in and out of my wet pussy. At this point, I was close to a climax and could not have cared if the school band came marching up the walk.

Susan watched me cum, then came up and gave me a kiss on the lips, saying, "Don't worry. This will be our little secret. You are the best sitter I ever had. I don't want to lose you. You kids have fun." She left, smiling.

When Mom put an end to my sitting, Susan pleaded mightily. Her pleas had no effect. Mom knew how bad Susan's boys were. They were always trying to look at her tits when she wears a low-cut blouse, and three times she caught them peeking in our windows. I caught them doing that dozens of times, but never told Mom. Since my sitting days, they have carefully monitored my tittie development and watched my blond bush grow. I masturbated for them, never letting on that I knew they were there.

They used to come over to our house with their mother, but that ended two years ago. I have had little contact with them since then. Their visitation privileges ended when Mom caught them under our dining table. They had carefully folded open her robe. She was naked underneath. Mom had a fit. Yes, I could easily imagine what Mom saw the boys doing to their mother while she was getting screwed. The idea thrilled me as it obviously had her.

I figured I had a good hour before Mom would emerge. This wasn't the first time she disappeared into her room in the middle of the day and locked the door. She did the same thing after the robe incident with Susan's boys. Sometimes, she'd be at it for several hours. After twenty minutes or so, I was really into pleasing myself. I had reclined fully on the sofa, removed my panties, and had my legs out wide, pounding away at my cunt, trying for a fourth orgasm. I was damned near there, too, when I heard, "Excuse me," coming from the end of the sofa where my legs were sprawled out over the padded armrest.

I immediately jerked my legs together, rolled onto my side, and tried to tug my skirt down. Mom stood leering down on me. While I blushed twelve shades of red, she said, "If you don't want an audience, you should do that in a private place." I was mortified. She went on, "Judy, you shaved your vagina, didn't you? It's all right; I'm not angry; I just want another look. Would you mind?"

"Mom! Please! This is so embarrassing."

"I know, but I am your mother. We are both girls, after all. Come on, sweetheart. The damage is already done. You have no secrets now. Come on, open up. Let me see what you've done to yourself."

"Mom, no!"

"Judy! Open your legs, this instant. I tried being nice; now I am telling you--spread your legs."

She was dead serious. I gulped, then rolled onto my back and slowly stretched out my legs. Mom pushed my skirt back as I grimaced. For what seemed an eternity, she stared without a word. Oddly, having her eyes on my most intimate anatomy gave me a slowly building erotic rush. Before long, I welcomed her hard stare and relaxed, looking into her face as she studied my shaved beaver. When she noticed me looking, she said, "The shave looks very nice, Judy. Was it difficult? You did a very good job."

"It wasn't easy."

She leaned in closer and said, "I'll bet, but the skin looks very clean and smooth. How often do you shave your vagina?"

"I just started two days ago. I just shaved it again at noon."

She advanced a hand tentatively, halted, and said, "May I?" I nodded weakly. Her finger lightly touched my right cunt lip and sent a jolt through me. I sucked in a quick breath that made her smile. Her fingers traced over my denuded pussy, up one lip, down the other, over the mons, and back around again. More fingers came into play. They trailed through my very wet crack and dragged across my standing clitty. Her finger pressure increased after my legs fell further apart. Her fingertips dragged over my lips and clit, pushing aside the fleshy parts, spreading the wetness in the process.

This went on far longer than was necessary for an inspection, but neither of us was in any hurry to end my first twat inspection. Finally, she said, "If you plan to continue this practice, perhaps I can help. Would you like me to do that for you, dear? You wouldn't want a cut down there?"

I looked to see if she was serious, and said, "Would you, really?"

"Of course, sweetheart. That's what mothers are for." With that, she stood straight and said, "Maybe one day, you can return the favor. I have debated doing that myself, but I am not as limber as you are."

This was terrific news to a girl who often fantasized about her mother's pussy without ever having seen it. Trying not to appear overly eager, I said, "I wouldn't mind."

"Well, we'll see. You can get up now, unless you want to continue what you were doing. It's all right by me. I won't stare."

I gingerly sat up, awed by what just happened. I was, however, not ready to masturbate in front of her. I wanted to, but couldn't.

Mom returned to her bedroom. Our interlude had been an intermission. I went to my bedroom and added a fourth, fifth, and sixth orgasm while reliving the episode on the sofa and imagining Mom shaving my pussy and me shaving hers.

She, too, had been affected by the incident. At dinner that evening, she brought up the subject after a long silence. She said, "Did Brad ask you to shave your vagina, Judy?"

I almost choked. "No! Brad would never! Mom, me and Brad haven't done anything. We are never alone; How could we?"

"I was just curious." There was another pause, then she added, "Who are you doing it for, then?"

"I did it for me. I thought it would be nice."

"It is nice. I'm not criticizing you. Just be sure you don't tell Cindy Greyson. Does it feel different,... better?"

"Yes... Mom, can we talk about something else. This is embarrassing."

"It shouldn't be. You'd better get over your embarrassment if I'm going to be shaving you. I thought you got over being embarrassed on the sofa."

"That was different."

"I don't see why. By the way, how often should we do this?"

"I don't know."

"I think daily, at least, don't you? You don't want stubble down there."

"I guess so."

"Since you shower before bed, perhaps right after your shower would be best. Or would you like it before?"

"After, I suppose."

"All right, tonight, after you shower, just put on your robe and come out to the dining table. I'll have everything ready."

"What, do it out here?"

"Why not? It will be easier if you recline on the table."

"I don't know. It seems so nasty doing it out here, lying on the table, where we eat."

"Nonsense. You are just being silly. It wouldn't be nasty no matter where we did it, so long as it is done in private and no one knows. The table is best. We don't eat off the table; we use plates. We'll do it here."

That was that. Later, after my shower, I nervously entered the dining room in my robe. Mom had a towel laid on the table before her, along with a bowl of water, a razor, and soap. She patted the place in front of her and said, "Hop up here, Judy."

Mom aided me in getting up, then eased my shoulders back to the table. My heart beat a frantic tattoo against my chest wall and I could feel it in my clit. Breathing normally wasn't easy. Stopping the blush... well, you don't.

She placed my feet out on the table top edges, then drew open my robe. She pushed out on my knees and told me to relax and keep them out of the way. I was fully exposed, tits and all. She visually examined me, then traced the crotch area with her fingers, again admonishing me to relax.

I tried, but how the hell does a girl relax in a position like that with her mom playing with her virgin pussy. Mom wet the soap bar and gently rubbed the bar over my pussy. This instantly brought my pussy to life, and I began to thoroughly enjoy the procedure. Much of the anxious tension drained away.

Next, she used her hand to whip up a good lather, driving me to the brink of orgasm. She saw me grimacing, trying to hold back my climax, and said, "If you feel like having a climax, let it come. It won't bother me any. It is a perfectly natural reaction to having one's vagina manually stimulated. There is nothing to be ashamed of, and it's almost unavoidable if I am to do this properly. You must be squeaky clean or you'll develop a nasty rash. Susan told me that. She should know."

While saying this, her lathering concentrated mostly on my clit. I became aware that she was actively trying to induce an orgasm. This blew my mind. When she persisted, I eventually relaxed, stopped fighting a losing battle, and prayed I wouldn't embarrass myself. My orgasm immediately followed. I moaned and squirmed shamelessly against my Mom's rubbing fingers, bringing a knowing smile to her face.

After embarrassing myself, I returned to Earth. She halted her easy rubbing, post-orgasmic massage and picked up the razor, saying, "There, that's better, isn't it? That will help you relax. Don't you feel more at ease, now?"

I looked at her through glazed eyes. All I could do was nod. She pulled up a chair and began methodically stroking the area with the razor, being very meticulous, her face hovering just inches above the work. The shaving took over ten minutes. Throughout this adventure, I languished in a dreamlike delirium while Mom's fingers pulled and pried at my nether lips, and her warm breath cooled my red hot inner membranes and clit. She treated my pussy like a toy for her amusement, and I could tell she didn't want to stop. I didn't want her to stop.

She rinsed and toweled me twice before pronouncing the job complete. I remained in place, rising to my elbows to gaze on her work. She held a compact mirror for me. The whole area looked pink, flushed, and swollen. My cunt was on fire with arousal. My clit stood up tall and appeared to be throbbing. It was throbbing. I could feel it throbbing.

With my knees out fully, my pink inner flesh showed like a vertical smile and glistened with my vaginal secretions. Mom stared at my pink crack and said, "It looks good. Hell, it looks great, so clean, so fresh. It looks so good, I could just kiss it."

Her eyes darted up to mine. Her words caught me by surprise. I simply stared back blankly. She said, "Why not?"

With that, she slowly leaned in and pressed a kiss on my clit, mashing her lips firmly to my pussy flesh. I sucked in a deep breath. She started to ease off, then pressed in again, only more firmly. I moaned. She held the kiss and gradually opened her mouth to encompass more of my cunt area. My clit went into her mouth and she closed her lips over the base, sucking as she slowly drew off. My mother's soft lips sliding up my clit was the most electrifying thing I'd ever felt. Seeing my mother's sexy lips pursed around my stretched clit, slowly sliding off, was the most electrifying thing I'd ever seen in my life. My wide eyes must have reflected that fact.

I gazed down at her face which remained hovering over my crotch. She smiled. I smiled back. She eased back in and kissed my pussy again, keeping her eyes on me to see my reaction. I made sure she saw a positive reaction. She'd smile; I'd smile back. She's kiss my pussy again, and we exchanged smiles again. She kissed all over between my legs, and between kisses, gave smiles.

Encouraged, she brought both palms in to frame my pussy, pressing my legs flat and using her thumbs to peel back my cunt lips. She studied my wide open cunt for the longest time. We both did. It was something to see with everything out there. She finally looked up to say, "You have a very sexy pussy between your legs, Judy."

I said, "Thanks."

This time, her tongue came out and danced around my clitty. I tensed my thighs and involuntarily tried raise my crotch into her kiss, inspiring her to drop lower, grasp my ass cheeks, and run her tongue up my slit. This blew my mind. She repeated the bold act, lapping my pussy like a hungry dog and running her hands up to mold and squeeze my tits.

I believed what I was feeling, but not what I was seeing--my mother's beautiful face mashed tightly into my spread beaver. She brought her palms up and pressed out on my inner thighs, using her fingertips to pry my cunt lips out. Her face went into my open pussy; her nose even entered my hole. She pressed in hard and I pressed back. I found myself humping her face when her tongue got near my hole. I was lost, out of control, fucking my mother's face. When she moved her mouth onto my clit and released her grip on me, I went wild. I heaved up and fucked my cunt hard against her face. I exploded into orgasm, heaving, moaning, and bucking hard. Mom hung on tightly with a clitty lip lock.

She continued to suck gently on my clit as I calmed down and slowly eased my ass to the tabletop. I collapsed back on the table. Gradually, she eased lower down and fastened her mouth over my hole, stabbing her stiff tongue deep in a lapping manner. I just laid there, sprawled, like a rag-doll and let her lap at my beaver.

Mom was licking my cunt juice out of my cunt hole, and I am a very wet cummer. She made yummy noises while she lapped and sucked. This was little girl heaven, pure bliss. I had to see this, so I placed my palms flat on my inner thighs, close to her cheeks, and pried myself wide while straining up to watch. Mom smiled but kept licking. Awesome, fucking awesome!

When my cunt stopped leaking, Mom pressed her face in tightly, sealing her mouth to the mouth of my pussy like a child licking syrup from the bottom of a small Dixie cup. Nothing prepares a girl for this sensation, especially when her own mother is doing the service. Seeing my mother drinking my cum as though it was her reward for bringing me off really turned me on. I could just see her big brown eyes above my bald pussy mound, a sight I will always treasure.

When she resumed licking, only deep, much deeper than before, I laid back dreamily, savoring the experience. I could have laid there all night, letting her lick me, but after another ten minutes, she eased off. I slowly rose again to my elbows. Our eyes met as she sat back in her chair. She said, "Wow, I don't know what came over me."

I didn't know what to say. I just stared. She said, "I'm not a lesbian, if that's what you're thinking."

I said, "I wasn't thinking anything, Mom. Besides, even if you were, I wouldn't think badly of you."

"Well, I'm not, but I appreciate your saying that. I just wanted to bring you pleasure, that's all. Don't you dare tell Cindy what I did."

"I won't, and you did give me pleasure. I never felt anything like that."

"Would you believe I've never had that done to me. Your father thought oral sex was dirty. I've always wondered what a tongue might feel like down there."

I wondered if she was dropping a hint. I almost offered, but frankly, placing my mouth on another woman's sex never appealed to me. I suppose I am totally heterosexual. If she had asked, I probably would have done it. I did want to shave her. I did want a good close look and feel of her pussy. I simply said, "Well, I'm glad you showed me."

"You really liked it, huh?"

"Yes, it was terrific!"

"I could tell. I didn't mind doing it for you. I'll do it again if you want, but not now. My mouth is a little sore."

"Well, my vagina is a little sore, too. Not really sore, but sensitive."

"Maybe next time. We'll see."

"Mom... thanks... really! I enjoyed that very much. I hope you feel like doing that again. You don't have to worry about me telling anyone. It'll be our secret."

"You're welcome. That was easier than I thought. You made it easy. I appreciate that, Judy, I really do. If I had seen the slightest condemnation in your eyes, I'd have died. This didn't bother you at all, did it?"

"Bother me? Are you kidding! I loved it. You can lick me between my legs anytime you get the urge. I won't be wearing panties."

She laughed and said, "Come on, Venus. You have school in the morning." With a wry smile, she added, "I'll be checking to make sure you wear panties to school."

"Oh, Mom. You spoil all my fun." I eased off the table, leaving my robe open.

"That's my job, that and cunt licking. Jesus, I can't believe I said that. I'm getting as bad as Susan."

I laughed and said, "I hope so. I'd like to hear you talk like Susan. That would be so cool."

"I think you'd like it if I acted like Susan, wouldn't you? I'll bet you'd really like to watch me having sex."

Her statement was more a question. She appeared to want an answer. I studied her expression. She appeared to want an affirmative answer. I thought, "What the hell. Why not?" I said, "I'd love to watch you. Would you let me?"

"I might. It depends on the circumstances. If I was going with a guy like Red it would be easy. I wouldn't have much choice in the matter. Most men aren't like Red."

Impulsively, I said, "You could do it with Stevie. Susan wouldn't mind."

"Judy! I'm shocked."

"It was just a thought. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. It was an honest thought. I'll be honest. Susan has suggested it. The kid is always horny and driving her nuts. She thought it was a practical solution; in fact, she wants me to take care of both boys."

"Would you?"

"After today, I'm not sure what I might be capable of. Who knows, you may get your wish... Judy, there's something I've always been curious about. Please be honest. Did you have sex with those boys when you were sitting for them? Susan told me some things that, frankly, I find hard to believe."

I blushed and said, "Well, I never had sex, but we did mess around quite a bit. I think I know what she told you."

"Then it's true? You let Billy finger you in front of Susan, in the doorway?"

"Yes, it's true. She even took my panties with her."

"I know. She returned them to me when I wanted proof. Now, I sorta wish I hadn't over-reacted."

"You do?"

"Well, yes, in a way, I wish I'd just let nature take its course."

"You know where that would have led, don't you?"

"Of course, I know, Judy."

"Mom! Are you sure it isn't me you want to see having sex?"

"Okay. You want the unvarnished truth? Watching people have sex is my biggest fantasy, my number one turnon. I think about it often, in many variations. Hell, I even fantasized about your father doing you while I held your legs apart for him. I can't believe I'm sharing that."

"Wow! That is kinky. Don't get me wrong. I think it's cool. That's something worthy of Susan. She'd actually do it. Mom... Do you think you'd actually do something like that? I mean, hold my legs apart for a man--Daddy even?"

"I might. Surprised?"

"Yes. Very. I'd better get on the pill."

"I think you should."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. I think I am. Who knows where this will lead. We did cross a big barrier tonight. We'd better play safe. Honey, Susan is still after me to let you sit for the boys. They don't need a sitter. You know what she wants you for, don't you?"

"Yes, I think so. She wants to give them a sexual plaything."

"Exactly. How would you feel about it if I agreed to go along?"

"Honestly? I don't think it would work out, now. I doubt they'd settle for feels."

"I didn't expect they would, and that isn't want Susan wants for them. Honey, I'd consider it a personal favor if you would."

"Are you saying you want me to be their sexual plaything? Let them go all the way with me?"

"It's mostly for Susan. She really is having a problem controlling them. I think it could be fun for you, too. I mean, what could be better for a healthy young girl than to have all the clean, safe sex she wanted with her mother's knowledge and consent. I certainly wish I'd had a setup like that when I was growing up. If I had, I would not have married your father, that's for sure."

I said, "Or had me?"

"Now, you know that's not what I meant. Well, you think about it and let me know. I think you are old enough to handle yourself. Now, about Brad. I presume you are ready to have sex with him. Am I right?"

"Well, yes, I suppose."

"If you agree to sit for Susan..."

"And be their sexual plaything."

"All right, and be their sexual plaything. I am going to let you start dating, but with one condition: I want to chaperon every date. I won't interfere; I won't try to stop anything. What ever happens, happens."

"Do you want something to happen?"

Self-consciously, she said, "To be honest, I wouldn't mind."

Mom's motives became totally transparent. She wanted to watch, watch me and Brad fucking. This realization, coupled with everything else that had transpired, told me that Mom had, indeed, undergone a radical change. She also had a perverse twist to her nature. I said, "I'll think about it. I'm sure Brad wouldn't mind if you watched."

"Do think about it, but no pressure. Think about everything we talked about. Whatever you decide is fine with me."

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I went to bed that night in a daze. So much had transpired between my mother and me. She was not the same woman I woke up to that day. Something seemed to click inside her, something sparked by seeing Susan with her kids and her lover. The big click happened when she kissed my pussy. After that, it was like she transformed. As a result, I saw my whole world being radically altered.

I felt some anxiety over that reality. I wasn't prepared for jumping into an active sex life. It was all happening so fast. I had so much to consider. The first thing I thought about was sitting for Stevie and Billy. I knew, sooner or later, baby-sitting would lead to sex whether I liked it or not.

Then, there was Brad. Brad had been sexually active for two years and had quite a reputation. I knew that Brad had to be cool for his many friends. I told him he could tell anyone he wanted that he and I were doing it. I don't care about reputations; besides, screwing Brad would be a feather in my cap. I knew I'd never keep him unless I could manage to actually put out, though. Now, there was a way, a bizarre way, but a way. I fell asleep wondering how I'd put it to him.

The next morning, Mom seemed a little guilty and shy, but she didn't try to backtrack. In fact, she reaffirmed another shaving and asked to see how my pussy was doing. I lifted my skirt and pulled the waist band down past my crotch as she knelt and examined me between the legs. Doing this felt quite bizarre. She also asked if I had made a decision about sitting.

Her touching my pussy while I stood in that vulgar stance had my vaginal fires burning again. Impulsively, I said, "Sure. Tell her I'll do it."

Mom stood, took my shoulders, and said, "Great! Susan will be so pleased. She called right before you came down. She teased me for running out last night. The woman has absolutely no shame. She is simply amazing. Well, anyway, she pressed once again for you to sit. She needs you tonight at eight. Is that okay?"

"Sure, I guess."

"Super. I'll tell her right away. Thank you, sweetheart. That was a very mature decision."

"Mom, you better get me on the pill. I know those guys."

"I will. I will see Doc Smith today and pick up the prescription. When was your last period, dear?"

"I just finished three days ago."

"Great! They will take effect before you ovulate. You are safe for tonight. I would encourage you to go ahead and get started."

"Mom, I can't believe you are okay about this. You really don't mind if I go all the way tonight?"

"Honey, it's your body and your decision. I hope you go there prepared and willing to do whatever they want. The decision is ultimately yours."

"Yes, but I probably won't get to make any decisions once I'm left alone with those two."

"Yes, but you made the decision to place yourself in that position. It's the same thing, Judy. Do you still want to take the job?"

"Well, yes, I suppose so."

"Okay, but I want to remind you, I want all the details. No secrets, understand? If I learn something that you kept from me, I will be very upset with you. I mean that."

I could see that Mom was very serious. Her liberal attitude came with a price tag. She obviously wanted to live vicariously through me. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but the freedom was appealing. I had a lot to ponder on the way to school.

Brad eats lunch with me and Cindy. Lunch is the one time we can talk privately, because Cindy and I share everything, and she never tells anyone anything. Her being there was still private. Before Brad sat down, I told Cindy about Mom shaving my twat and eating my pussy afterward. I was able to slyly show her my bald pussy without anyone seeing. She thought the news was great, and she loved how my naked pussy looked without hair. I told Brad about Mom's proposal to chaperon our dates without telling him she wanted to watch us have sex. He seemed intrigued and had many questions.

I almost choked on my food when he said, "What happens if I reach under your skirt and cop a feel with your Mom looking on?"

Cindy smiled and said, "Try it now."

I said, "Cindy! Don't encourage him." When I regained my composure, I said, "I guess she'll get an eyeful. She swore she wouldn't interfere with anything."

"Suppose I pull my dick out and put your hand on it?"

"Brad! Are you serious?"

"Judy, that's the kind of stuff that happens on a real date."

I looked to Cindy. She shrugged and said, "Don't look at me; I wouldn't know."

I said, "Well, I guess she realizes that."

"Yeah, but what about you? Would you be too inhibited to do anything with her watching?"

"I'm going to pretend she isn't there. I am going to take her at her word. If she breaks her word, I'm going to be pissed, and she knows it. I already made it clear to her that if she wants to come along, she'll just have to take whatever happens in silence. I think she will. She doesn't expect us to just hold hands and kiss."

"Is she some kind of voyeur? Is that how she gets her jollies?"

"I don't know, Brad. Look, if you don't like the deal, I'll just tell her no dice."

"Oh, I like the deal. Hey, your Mom is a fox. If she wants to watch the kid in action, I'll give her action. Shit, screwing a chick in front of her mother, now that's cool."

"Brad, don't forget me. I do have a say-so about what goes on. Don't just assume you can mount me like some two-bit whore. Remember, I have never done anything with a boy, never. I'm not saying I won't, but I'm not saying I will. Whatever happens, happens. If Mom sees, and gets off on it, big deal. At least we'll be able to date."

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I left Brad smiling and eagerly looking forward to Friday night. I had the distinct feeling that Friday night would be a real eye opener for my mother. I could see Brad's wheels turning.

When I got home, Mom seemed quite agitated. She'd spent most of her afternoon with Susan. The first thing she wanted to know was if I had changed my mind. She was pleased that I hadn't. She then wanted to know what I planned to wear.

I told her I thought jeans and a sweat shirt would be a good idea. She thought otherwise. She had two outfits already picked out and presented me with a choice. Both were my shortest dresses. I shrugged and chose the red one. She then offered me a matching pair of her high heels. The idea of wearing high heels and a dress to baby-sit seemed absurd, but she acted as though it were the accepted uniform. For a sexual plaything, I suppose it was.

I tried to get my homework out of the way. Mom could not stop pestering me, asking me to speculate about the upcoming night. She seemed intent on getting my commitment to be willing to go all the way. I never gave her my commitment. At seven, she suggested I shower so that she could give me my shave. I hadn't counted on that and planned to shower before bed or the next morning. Mom, however, was adamant. I showered.

The shaving went almost exactly as the first time, only she was in a bigger hurry. She quickly shaved me, but took the same amount of time playing with and sucking my pussy. She was not at all bashful this time and went down on my pussy right after drying me. She even asked me to hold my own legs wide apart for her so she could use both hands.

This time, I adjusted quickly to having my mother's face in my spread beaver. I was much more active and responsive, grinding my cunt in her face and giving her a good spread to suck on. She brought me off twice and then suggested I get up on all fours with my ass facing her. I did as she requested and lowered my shoulders to the table top, also as requested. In this vulgar position, I was asked to spread my cheeks. I found this wildly exciting and dirty. Mom pressed her face into my ass and her tongue wormed right up my butt hole. I was shocked, but very turned on.

Mom was not using her hands on me. I discovered that she was busy in her own crotch. She came while sucking my cunt. After she came, she had me roll onto my back. She stood between my wide legs, pursed three fingers at my pussy hole and wedged them inside. She then started pumping them in imitation of a cock fucking my pussy, while saying, "Wouldn't that feel good with the real thing, Judy?"

Mom's fingers did feel good, and I impulsively said, "Yes, I love it. I can't wait to fuck." This was the first time I'd ever used a real dirty word in my mother's presence. Using the "F" word felt weird, nasty, and daring. Since she accepted fuck, I added, "I can't wait to feel a real cock fucking my cunt."

This really fired her up. She fucked harder, saying "Oh, yes, baby. You'll love the feel of a stiff dick going in and out of your tight little pussy. You'll feel their sperm shooting inside, and your pussy will get all wet and warm and squishy. I want you to get nasty with them, Judy, get real down and dirty. Throw those gorgeous legs out wide and offer up your hot pussy for a fuck. Let them both fuck you tonight, okay, baby?"

Mom was working herself up with her own vulgarity. I loved seeing her like this. I was seeing a side of my mother I'd never seen before, and I found this vulgar/passion side of her exciting. I said, "Okay, Mom. I will if you want me to."

"I do, sweetheart. I told Susan you'd be perfect for the job. She wants a nasty girl, a little slut for her boys to amuse themselves with, a girl that loves to fuck and suck a stiff cock. I told Susan you were that girl. Bring this pussy back tonight all red and puffy, oozing sperm. Do it for me, okay?"

We were both into this lewd banter, each feeding off the other's words. Mom was back to fingering her pussy, and I strained up to see. I couldn't see much more then her wrist moving, but that was enough to excite me tremendously. I wanted to inspire her and said, "I will, I will let them fuck me. I want to do it for you, Mom. I want to be a good sex toy for your friend's kids. I'll do whatever Susan wants."

"Susan wants you to be a nympho slut for her boys."

"I'll let them fuck me, anytime."

"That's great. I'd like to tell her that they can come here, or you will go there, anytime, day or night."

"I'll be their private pussy on call twenty-four hours a day."

"That's the spirit, sweetheart. I'm so proud of the way you are handling this responsibility. This is a job you are getting paid for. Susan is paying you to fuck, not sit. Remember that."

"Then I'm really a whore not a sitter, right."

This made Mom pause, but then she said quite firmly, "Yes, Judy. When you accept money for fucking that makes you a whore. That's what you'll be, and that's what we'll call it from now on. You will be whoring for me, and I'll be selling your services to my best friend, understand? I'm selling your pussy."

"Yes, Mommy, sell my pussy to your friend. I want to be a good whore for you. I want to make you proud of me."

"Honey, you make Susan happy, and I will be the proudest mother ever. You know how to please Susan, don't you?"

"Yes, by spreading my legs for her sons. I'll do it, Mom; I'll do it tonight. I'll start whoring for you tonight."

At ten to eight, she had to stop. I was drained, but had to quickly get dressed. I crossed the street on wobbly legs. After the declarations I'd made to Mom, I felt obligated to get fucked, but after the wave of lust had passed, I was left facing the reality. I was nervous and just plain scared.

Susan met me at the door. Stevie and Billy were behind her, grinning from ear to ear. She welcomed me inside and said, "Judy, I am so happy to have you back. So are the boys. Aren't you guys?"

They nodded eagerly like hungry wolf pups. I felt like fresh meat. Susan explained that Red was picking her up in thirty minutes and that gave us time to get the ball rolling. I gave her a puzzled look at that statement. She then said, "Well, Judy, it's been so long since you last sat for the boys, I thought it would be nice if we could pick up where we left off."

At that instant, I felt hands slide up my legs under my dress. I jumped as fingers hooked my pantie waistband and drew them down swiftly. I sucked in a deep breath as those same hands shot back up on the inside of my legs and captured my bare beaver, causing me to squeal and crouch with my knees clamped together.

Billy had my twat in a firm grip as Susan took my elbow and said, "Oh, come now, Judy. Why the shyness? It's only us, remember? We're all intimate friends here. Come on, dear. Be a good girl. Stand straight. Move your feet out. Relax."

I stood, and I did move my knees out, but relaxing was out of the question. My heart was in my throat. Stevie was already at my feet trying to get me to lift my foot and Billy cried out, "Hey Mom, Judy shaves her twat like you. Her pussy's balder than a baby's ass."

Stevie pulled my skirt out and peered under, then pushed the hem up past my belly button. Susan knelt beside him and told Billy to move his hand. All three were kneeling at my feet with my dress bunched at my middle. I heard Susan exclaim, "Oh, my, this is beautiful, Judy. Did I inspire this?"

I said, through a deep crimson blush, "Well, yes, sorta."

"Does your mom know you shaved your twat?" While saying this, she removed my panties from my feet and tapped at the inside of my left calf. I stepped out to put about a yard between my feet.

"She shaved it the last two times."

"No shit! That bitch has been holding out on me. Are you shaving her twat?"

"No."

Susan scooted under me and looked right up into my snatch, giving me a wicked rush. She said, "Honey, I simply must get some pictures of this fabulous cunt. Don't worry. They are just for private audiences. Here, let's get these clothes off you. Take off your dress, sweetheart."

I gave her an incredulous look. She repeated the order and then added, "Hurry!" When I didn't make a move, she shrugged and stood up, turning me about. She then went for the zipper in back. I was too stunned to protest. The zipper came down; the dress went slack; suddenly, my dress was in a puddle at my feet, and I stood in my bra and high heels. She unhooked my bra, tossing it aside, then had me step free of the dress, saying, "Let's leave these heels on for now."

There I stood in all my naked glory while the boys devoured me with their eyes. Susan led me to the sofa and sat me down. I sat zombie-like. She pushed my chest back until I fully reclined, then drew my feet up, handing one leg to each boy. She said, "Make a wish, boys."

My legs went out at opposing right angles to my body as Susan reached for one of those new Polaroid cameras that take instant pictures. She focused on my beaver. I was in shock as she knelt between my legs. The flash blinded me.

"Oh, baby, this is gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous! Hold her feet up near her ears, guys." She knelt at my ass and moved in close to my yawning pussy, saying, "Now, each of you reach down and pry out a cunt lip. Oh, yes, beautiful. [Flash] Okay, now move her legs out in a 'V'. Hold it [Flash]. Judy, hold your tits up and pinch your nipples, sweetheart. Great [Flash]!"

By this time, I was turning-on to the exposure and crude treatment. I did as she said. I even smiled. Next, she said, "Okay, now bring her legs down and push back as far as she can stand." They had me doing the sitting splits and Susan got low for a shot up my body, inches from my pussy, saying, "Bring your hands down and play with your cunt, sweetheart. Show me some pink meat, baby. Don't hide your clit. Make it stand out. That's it. Oh, this is terrific. [Flash]."

I was soon giving Susan every shot she desired with enthusiasm. Most were wide open beaver shots that showed my smiling face in the frame and my fingers in my pussy. She even had me assume several positions with me standing on my head doing the splits as she stood over my loins and shot down into my wide gash. She laid on her back and had me straddle her, sliding my feet out to each side to lower my cunt while the boys supported me by holding my tits. She took two packs of film, twenty shots in all. It was a most bizarre experience.

When her warm-up was over, she said, "Sweetheart, you better get that dress on before Red gets here. If he sees you like this, he'll have to fuck you, and we just don't have the time."

I was thankful. Fucking Red was not on my agenda, but Susan's phrasing told me I'd better put it on. Sooner or later, they'd have time, perhaps when they returned.

Susan set the camera down and assisted me in donning my dress. She said, "Your mother says you're a virgin. Mothers rarely know. Mind if I check?"

She didn't wait for my answer. Her middle finger found my hole and wormed deep inside until the fingertip met the membrane. She said, "Well, I'll be damned. You are a cherry."

Susan gave my clitty a quick rub in parting, adjusted my dress, zipped me up, then addressed her boys, saying, "Okay you two. Judy is a virgin. If she wants that changed, she'll let you know. If her cherry is missing when I get home, she better tell me she gave it to you. If I hear otherwise, you two are dead meat. I am serious about that. You don't take a girl's virginity unless she gives her permission. Is that clear?"

Both boys nodded reluctantly, but this gave me encouragement. I was sure they did not want to incur their mother's wrath. The door bell rang and Susan said, "Okay, I have to dash. You know the deal, Susan. Just relax, have fun, and whatever you do, don't do anything I wouldn't." She smiled and left before Red saw me. After they were gone, Billy went for my dress and had the zipper all the way down before I could twist free.

I fought the urge to stop him and permitted him to remove the dress. When I stood naked once again, both boys converged on me and began crudely feeling me up. Four hands roamed my body as I said, "Okay, guys. Go ahead and have your fun, but remember what your mom said."

Stevie said, "Are you gonna let us fuck you?"

"We'll see. Right now, just be content to look and touch. Ouch, don't poke me there so hard, Billy. That's a pussy, not a toy. If you bust my cherry with your fingers, she'll be just as pissed. I will be even more pissed. Besides, my boyfriend will probably kick your ass if I tell him you stole his cherry with your stupid finger."

Billy said, "Hey, Judy, how about beating off for us?"

Stevie added, "Yeah, we'll get naked and do it too."

They didn't wait for my answer. Both boys hurriedly stripped. I watched their cocks spring out in the open, marveling at what a few years of development could produce. Billy had a good six inches. Stevie had a five-inch cock that was thicker than Billy's. When nude, both boys fisted their boners at me while sporting big grins.

Billy dragged a chair over from the dining room, placed it close up in front of the sofa, and offered me the seat. I sat in the chair as they took seats on the sofa. They sat side by side and took my legs, placing them outside their bodies. I set my feet on the sofa's edge and moved forward in the seat to get comfortable. Their eyes zeroed in on my snatch as I moved my hands down and slowly teased my cunt. My eyes were on their dicks, and I was getting very turned on, very quickly.

I said, "Mom said she saw you guys naked and saw Red fucking your mom."

Billy said, "Yeah, lots of times. Mom says that your mom is a peeper. She gets off on looking. We give her plenty to look at. We jerk off for her whenever she stops over. Mom beats off for her and lets her watch guys fuck her."

"What? How long has this been going on?"

"I guess about two or three months, now."

This news floored me. I said, "I thought last night was the first time."

Stevie said, "No, but it was gonna be her last. Mom told her that if she didn't let you sit for her, she'd cut your mom off."

Billy added, "Yeah, and last month, my mom told your mom that she couldn't wear a bra, panties, pants, or shorts when she stopped by, and that she couldn't say anything to us if we tried to look at her tits and pussy. Most of the time, she just wears her housecoat with nothing underneath. We untie the belt and she can't say anything. We've seen her naked lots of times."

Billy added, "Yeah, when she sits, I usually push her knees out wide. We like to sit at her feet, looking at her cunt. We jerk off while she talks to Mom. Mom gets a kick out of it too, because she knows how embarrassed it makes her. Oh, yeah, and we like to come on her, too."

I was stunned. I said, "She lets you come on her body?"

"She has to. Mom won't let her do or say anything if she wants to watch her screw. That's what really gets your old lady off, watching people screw."

"Oh, Jesus! Tell me, where do you guys come on her body?"

Billy said, "I like coming on her face; Stevie likes doing it in her hair. Sometimes, I press my dick against her lips and my stuff squirts into her mouth. Mom told her she had to hold still. She makes faces the whole time, but if she didn't really like it, she could easily seal her lips tight so none would go in. Shit, she hardly spills any. You can tell she's sucking it in and swallowing. She's so phony, but she isn't fooling anyone."

This talk really had me going. I remember the taste of their precum from when they used to press their dicks against my lips. Of course, neither of them could ejaculate back then. I always wondered what sperm tasted like. I just knew I'd like it. I said, "Billy, when you are ready to cum, will you do me like you do my Mom?" He nodded eagerly and got up.

Billy came up and pressed his cockhead to the left corner of my lips and wormed the tip just inside while I held my lips slack. Stevie said, "Can I do it that way too?" I nodded. He moved up on my other side. I said, "Let me know right before you let go, okay?"

They agreed, and I took advantage of the wait by licking the precum from their dicks and sucking on the heads. The taste was familiar, and I forgot how much I missed that unique taste. I couldn't wait to get my first mouthful of semen. Billy was first to shout, "Here it comes!"

I let my lips go slack as I assumed Mom would do. Billy fisted his meat faster, keeping the tip in the crack of my lips. I was ready. Suddenly, a warm jet splashed my teeth and gums. I sucked the slimy goo into my mouth, ready for another. Another squirt quickly followed the first. I loved the pungent, salty, chlorine tasting cream and let it pool in my mouth. Only the last bit dribbled down my chin. After Billy withdrew, I swished his load around, swallowing it bit by bit. When Stevie announced he was ready, I swallowed the rest in one gulp and got poised for Stevie's offering. His was even better. His was thicker, and there was more of it.

Halfway through, I could not resist. I turned my head and took him fully into my mouth, sealing my lips tightly and sucking. Stevie groaned and pumped my mouth full. Long after he was through, I kept sucking on his spent cock while Billy got between my legs and started licking my working fingers and pussy. I came gloriously with Billy sucking hard on my clit. He was good, but not as good as Mom.

I laid there in a wonderful post-orgasmic daze while Billy licked my pussy. I thought about my mother and the secret life she led. I found it quite exciting imagining her having to put up with their abuse in order to feed her perverse desires. Her sudden change made a lot of sense. I knew she must need her special sex fix pretty badly if she was willing to surrender me to perverts. I felt like helping her. I knew Brad would cooperate, not to mention the two boys, maybe even Red.

After a break, I sat between the boys while they fondled me and I lazily stroked their cocks. I wanted to hear more about Mom. Billy laid out the long history. I could see how Susan gradually took Mom deeper and deeper against her will, constantly feeding her perversion. Mom went through a great deal of anxiety with each new escalation and was still not comfortable with allowing minor boys to abuse her modesty.

Red was especially hard on Mom. He would not perform unless she was naked, between the boys. He made her masturbate throughout their fuck. Mom had to lay her legs over the laps of the boys and finger-fuck herself. This told me how desperate she was. Mom is very inhibited, especially regarding masturbation, and the boys make her terribly self-conscious.

The most recent escalation came when Susan told Mom she had to let the boys touch her freely. This meant that they could not only press their dicks against her lips, but also, she got her tits and pussy worked over pretty good. She really hated having to endure a finger up her ass, so that's what they did mostly.

Billy told me that along with the threat to cut her off if I didn't return to sitting, if I didn't put out to her boys, Mom would have to start putting out. She had until Saturday to get me to fuck them. She was scheduled to fuck the boys on Saturday night if I didn't come across by then. Furthermore, she'd have to do it at a party with several couples and six men from Red's car lot watching. They even planned to film the whole thing and pull a train on her afterward. Mom only knew about a few people being present to watch. She didn't know she'd be pulling a train or that the event would be captured on film. Billy ended by saying, "So, you see, you better let us fuck you."

I had decided to give up my cherry to the boys after resting. I didn't really think Brad was into taking my cherry. He never even asked if I had one. I figured the boys had cocks that were perfect for a first-time screw. The news about Mom's ultimatum threw a new twist in the deal. I had to think about this. They lost out for that night, anyway.

We played with each other for four hours. I sucked them off three more times each, and my pussy and tits got a thorough workout. Susan came home alone, and immediately checked for my hymen. She said, "So, you guys couldn't talk her out of it, huh? Too bad. This really is prime pussy she has here."

I was standing next to Susan while she fingered me. I had thrown on the dress when I heard the car pull up. She kept fingering my pussy and massaging my clit while she talked to the boys, treating me as though I were a mannequin. I loved it. She asked, "Well, did you guys have a good time, anyway?"

Billy said, "Hell yeah, she loves sucking our dicks. She swallows, too."

Stevie said, "Yeah, she loves it. She let us finger-fuck her ass and pussy all we wanted. She even let us fuck her asshole with a cucumber."

"Oh, she did, did she?" Susan glanced at the medium size cuke lying on the floor by the sofa. The cuke was bigger than either of the boys' dicks. Her finger trailed down my crack to my asshole and slipped in easily to the palm. She said, "That went in easy. Nice ass." I clenched down on her finger by tightening my sphincter muscle, and Susan said, "Oooh, nice! Red will adore poking your fanny. He loves a good butt fuck. Now, I wish I'd invited him in."

Susan withdrew her finger and ushered the boys off to bed. When she returned, she confronted me, saying, "So, they told you the deal?"

"What makes you say that?"

"If you'd take that cuke, but balk at their cocks, you must have a reason that has nothing to do with protecting your cherry. You know the deal, don't you?"

"Yes, they told me everything."

"And now you don't want to save Mommy?"

"I'm thinking about it."

"You could have let them have your ass. That would not have let her off the hook."

"I wish I'd known that. I wasn't sure."

"Yes, I specifically told her that you have to let them fuck your cunt. She understands that."

"Susan, do you really think Mom will go along with this party thing if I don't let them fuck my pussy?"

"Honey, I know she will. She's hooked good and solid. It's not just me she gets to watch. I also set her up with my friends. I'm a swinger, as if you didn't know. We like having her watch, but she will have to pay the price of admission. She knows I'll cut her off... So, you're thinking about letting her down, huh?"

"It crossed my mind."

"I like that. I'd like it even better if you fucked the boys right after she paid up. It would be the perfect way to cap off the evening. Mommy could watch her little girl in action, too late to do her any good. Are you doing anything Saturday night?"

"I am, now. Susan, can I bring my boyfriend?"

"Sure, if he can be cool and keep this to himself. I want Billy and Stevie to fuck you first, okay?"

"Yeah, I was kind of hoping you'd let Brad in on the train. He's nuts about Mom."

"Ooh, I like your style, kiddo. Sharing Mommy with your boyfriend, now that takes class. I see there's a bit of your mother in you, too. Would you like to see Mommy going down on some pussy. I taught her myself. She's very good."

I giggled and said, "Yes, I know. She's done it to me twice. You taught her well."

Susan laughed and clapped her hands together, saying, "Wonderful, I see a mother/daughter act in our future. They are very popular, you know. Oh, I have the perfect setup. Imagine this, Judy. You and your mother, buck-assed naked, in a sixty-nine, with her kneeling over you on all fours licking your twat while the guys pull a train on her. You'd have a terrific view, and it would certainly inspire the guys."

"Oh, God, Susan! That sounds positively filthy. I love it. Man what a view! All those cocks from up close. All that fuck juice falling on my face. Shit, that might inspire me to suck her pussy for her. I'm not into eating pussy, but if it was covered with sperm, I think I'd like it. She's dying to get her pussy sucked."

"Yes, I know. I'm not into it either. I love having it done to me, though, especially by a straight female. Don't worry, you'll get all the little spermies you ever wanted if you go along with this. I love sucking a fucking couple and then going down on the chick after he pumps her cunt full of cum. It's the only way I'll eat a cunt. Say, I've got a snatch full right now. Interested? It's Red's. His cum is very tasty."

With that, she stepped back and hoisted her skirt, baring her sperm-soaked beaver. I always thought Susan had a beautiful cunt. Now, her shaved and tattooed pussy looked delicious. I hesitated for only a moment, then dropped to my knees. Susan raised one leg and rested her foot on the arm of the sofa. She thrust out her snatch, saying, "Go for it, baby!"

I began by lapping the long runs seeping down her inner thighs, working my way up. When I got to her cunt, I delicately pried her puffy lips apart to look at the sperm oozing out. I licked at the drops as they formed on her pink tissue, then lapped long passes up through her slit from asshole to clit. She was right. Red's sperm was yummy and didn't taste too much like pussy. I loved licking Susan's spermy twat and scooted lower, pressing my face in tight to her open gash.

Susan mouthed obscene words of encouragement, calling me her little cunt-sucking whore. Her words excited me further; I licked harder and deeper. She went on, "Oh, yes, sweetie, lick my cunt good. Oh, baby, you are going to be my little whore. I'll get you more cock than you ever dreamed, and lots of fresh-fucked pussy, for sure."

I wallowed in her cunt, loving her lewd declarations. I inspired her to go on. She said, "You just take care of me and my boys, and I'll take good care of you and your mommy. I want her to hand each of them a key to your house and invite them to stop by, anytime, to take either of you any way they want you. I want to give them a pair of three-holer whores to play with. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Judy?"

I broke off momentarily to eagerly say, "Oh, yes, I love it, especially if it includes my mother."

"That, I can promise you. Even if you decided to let her off by fucking the boys before Saturday, I'd still get her. I would just postpone the party one week, that's all."

I stood and smiled, saying, "You are devious, Susan. That's what I love about you. I'm so excited. I'm going to make her lose the deal, but I want my ass fucked. That will drive her nuts, knowing I'm letting them fuck my ass but not my pussy. I can't wait for tomorrow."

"You don't have to. Billy and Stevie have been watching us all this time from the stairs. Do you want to break that ass cherry?"

I glanced up and saw them leering at us and smiled. I turned to Susan and said, "Yes. Call your little ass fuckers down here."

"Get that dress off and assume the position." She turned to the stairs and shouted, "All right you sneaks. Get your little asses down here right now. Judy has a present for you."

The boys scampered down, still naked, still sporting erections. Susan offered, "Fuck her ass, boys. Billy, you go first. Stevie, why don't you let her suck you while Billy is getting his. I'm going to load some film in the camera."

Billy entered me with a little difficulty, but my ass felt wonderful being stuffed with real meat. He pounded hard and came quickly. Stevie felt even bigger and lasted longer, fucking me for fifteen minutes while Susan took many pictures. The last few were taken while lying on her back beneath me with her head at my crotch and her spread beaver laid out before my hanging head. I couldn't resist and dove on her snatch, sucking her like mad.

Susan heaved up and held her ass a foot off the carpet for my clit sucking. Billy took the camera from her and took two shots of me with her clit in my mouth, sucking through a smile.

When we stood at the door, Susan and I kissed like lovers. I said, "You know, I can't wait to tell Mom that I ate your pussy, twice. That will really bug her when I don't offer to do her the next time she does me."

Susan smiled her devious smile and said, "Look, if you really want to get to her, the next time I stop over, get on your knees, throw back my skirt, and just start lapping away. I'll act cool, as though your lapping my cunt is the most natural thing for you to do. She'll die."

"Oh, yes, I love it. I'll go one better. Suppose I strip naked first and masturbate while I'm eating you."

"Yes, that's even better. There's another thing you can do to freak her out, but it might be beyond you. I'm not sure I should even share this."

"Oh, please do!"

"All right, but I warned you. Okay, the next time Mommy has her mouth fastened over your cunt, let some piss dribble out. Not much, just enough to let her know it's piss."

"Oh, no, I couldn't."

"Sure you can; I do all the time. Hell, Judy, the last few times your mom went down on me, I emptied my bladder, and my bladder was full. She drank it all, never once voicing an objection."

"Oh, gross. That's so dirty. Are you sure she knew you were pissing."

"Hell yes, she knew. Piss is actually quite clean; it's sterile, in fact. In the old days, doctors used it to wash wounds on the battlefield. And yes, she knows I'm pissing. Honey, sometimes, I piss a long hard stream that makes her choke and sputter. She knows. Besides, we usually sit and drink coffee for hours at a time. I never go to the bathroom, though she has to go every ten minutes. She goes for both of us, and she knows it."

"God, that is so bizarre."

"It's quite nice for me. Whenever I get the urge to piss, all I have to do is hike my skirt and widen my legs. Your mother knows that's the signal that I need to piss. She drops right down and glues her lips to my piss hole--not my clit, not my fuck hole, my piss hole. She nurses for a while before I let her have a squirt. I like to give my piss to her one squirt at a time, dragging out the piss for ten minutes or so."

"You are blowing my mind, Susan."

"On some occasions, I just pee freely. She can keep up with as fast as I can piss and never lose a drop. At other times, I have dragged pissing out for over an hour. She will not get her lips off my pisser until I say, 'I'm finished.' We never established any rules about this, it just sort of evolved that way. Now, do you still have any doubts?"

"No, but I just can't believe she'd willingly do that."

This news was the shocker of shockers. I could accept my mother's deviations, but imagining her willingly sucking piss was so far out, it boggled my mind. I mean, she was such a lady, so classy and together, always proper, never used foul language, blushed at the slightest provocation. Just hearing a dirty word come from her mouth had shocked me when I first heard it. Now, I learn she loves to drink a slut's piss, right from her pussy.

Susan continued, "She didn't, at first. It took a while to condition her. At first, I just dribbled the whole time she ate my cunt. I gradually worked up to squirts. It was just a few weeks ago that I could freely let go and know she'd take it all. We never talk about it; we just do it."

"Do the boys know that Mom drinks your piss?"

"They see her going down on me all the time. In fact, I love making her eat me when they are around. She hates doing it in front of anyone, but they don't know I'm pissing. I'd like to let them in on it, but I don't think she's ready for that level of humiliation. She's close, though. One day, I plan to show her off at a party. I'll have her kneel at my feet and open wide. I'll piss in her open mouth so everyone can see her drink my piss down. That day is coming. Would you like to witness something like that?"

"Oh, God yes! I'd love to see that."

"Look, if you dare, why don't you give Mommy a squirt next time she has her mouth over your piss hole. She'll drink yours too, I guarantee it."

"Do you really think so?"

"Absolutely, just start off slow and build up. Before long, you will be peeing as fast as you want, and Mommy will drink all you have to offer. Do try it. She gets of on sucking piss. I can tell. Look, all this talk about pissing has me ready to let loose a torrent. Unless you'd like to try some, you better let me go."

The idea did have a perverse appeal. I said, "Could you just give me one little squirt. I'd like to try it, a little."

"Honey, if I start, I'm afraid there will be no stopping. Really, I'm about to burst. I'd drench you. Say, did you ever have a golden shower?"

"You mean have someone piss on me? No."

"It's never too late to try. You could go home drenched in piss. How would you like to tell Mom that you knelt to kiss my pussy good night, and I started pissing in your mouth? You could say I filled your mouth then kept pissing in your face and on your head after you pulled away."

"Do it, Susan! Yes, I want you to soak me. Should we go to the bathroom?"

"No, why not do it on the landing. No one says good night in the bathroom. There is the possibility she may be watching from the house."

"Someone else might see us."

"They might, not likely though. We'll wait till it's clear. Besides, who really cares? There's only your house and two others with a view."

"All right. Let's do it. I'm ready."

We stepped out into the cool night and looked up and down the street. No one was out, and there were no cars approaching. I took a deep breath, dropped to my knees, and sank back on my heels, praying that my mother was peering through the drapes.

Susan smiled, lifted her skirt high, and hunched her cunt up to my face. I fastened my mouth to her pussy and my mouth instantly filled with warm, beer piss. I held a mouthful and backed off into the strong flow. Piss poured in a steady stream and splashed over my face as Susan maneuvered about my head. She then moved around, wetting me in long squirts that covered every inch of my dress. My hair became matted to my wet face. I swallowed my mouthful of piss and began laughing uncontrollably as Susan kept squirting me in the back of my head.

She came back around to my front and offered her cunt once more, saying, "I still have a few squirts left. Want another drink?"

She pissed in my face as I closed in on her twat. I pressed my lips to her piss hole and nursed the remainder. I gave her clit a parting suck and stood on wobbly legs, dripping wet with her piss. I smiled and said, "Thanks for everything, Susan. Your golden shower wasn't bad at all. I wouldn't mind doing that again."

"Like mother, like daughter. You run along. I'm sure your mother is waiting up."

I ran the short distance and entered our house out of breath. Mom was waiting up and came right over, mistaking my quick breaths as some sort of traumatic reaction. She started to hug me to her and then realized I was soaking wet. She then realized I'd been pissed on. She said, "Oh my God, Judy! What happened?"

I caught my breath and gave her a smile. This seemed to calm her. I said, "That crazy Susan pissed on me when I went to kiss her pussy good night at the door."

"You kissed her pussy?"

"Well, after going down on her twice, it seemed the thing to do. I never thought she'd piss in my mouth, though."

"Did she make you eat her pussy?"

"No, I did that on my own. She came home with Red's sperm running down her legs. I was just going to lick Red's sperm from her thighs, but once I started, I couldn't stop. There was so much still in her pussy, and his cum was taking forever to seep out. I couldn't wait. Mom, I discovered that I absolutely love sperm. It is the most delicious stuff. I sucked both boys off four times each."

Mom brought a towel over and dried my hair after removing my dress. She patted me down and moved low, dropping to her knees. I could see the lust in her eyes as she visually examined my pussy, looking for signs of a recent fuck. I teased her by keeping my legs together, making her request that I open my stance. She did, and I complied, standing out wide and thrusting my cunt out with my hands supported on my hips. I said, "Can you see better now?"

She cast me a wry look, then returned her eyes to my pussy, using her finger to poke and pry. She said, "Honey, didn't those boys fuck you? It doesn't look like they did."

"Yeah, they both fucked me. They fucked me, good--in my ass."

Her eyes shot up. She said, "You let them screw you in the ass but not in the pussy?"

"Yeah, I'm saving my cherry for Brad."

"Are you going to give it to him on Friday?"

"I doubt it. Not on the first date. That would be tacky. I think I should wait another week, you know, just so it looks right."

Mom could not hide her disappointment. Finally, she said, "Turn around and let me see if your ass is okay, dear."

"Sure Mom." I turned, spread my legs, and bent way over until my head was inverted, looking back at her from my knee level. I reached behind, pulled my cheeks apart, and watched her eyes grow wide, staring at my abused asshole. I said, "Is this better? See everything?"

"I see just fine, thank you." She dabbed sperm from my leaking hole, then surprised me by inserting her index finger deep, saying, "It looks well-used, all right. Is the hole tender?"

"A little." When she withdrew, I stood and turned around, keeping my feet out wide, offering her a good look at my pussy. I managed to move closer while turning. She was sitting back on her heels with her eyes riveted to my twat. I surreptitiously advanced close by scrunching my toes, slowly closing the small gap.

While doing this, I teased her by saying, "Was I a good girl, Mommy? Are you proud of me? I was very nasty with them. They loved my pussy. I let them do anything but fuck it. They even took lots of pictures of my spread beaver from up close. I masturbated for them and everything. I was real slutty, just like you wanted. That is what you wanted, wasn't it?"

I brushed my clit over the tip of her nose. She looked up and nodded. While our eyes were linked, I gave her nose a good painting with my clit. I brought my hands down and pried my cunt lips open, saying, "I figured that since I was going to be their plaything, it wouldn't hurt to let them take all the pictures they wanted. I figured they had the right to do anything with me. Was I right, Mommy? You don't mind if they take dirty pictures of me to share with their swinger friends, do you?"

While saying this, I moved up closer and settled my open cunt right over Mom's nose. I let the folds close over her nose then began a slow easy sliding that brought my clit from the bridge to the tip. With her face tilted up and held steady, her nose plowed a furrow through my sopping wet cunt. All I could see were her eyes looking up in wonder. She said, "You were right to pose for the pictures, Judy, but you should have let them fuck your pussy."

"They seemed content with my mouth and ass, Mommy. I promised to let them fuck my pussy all they want after Brad gets first crack at my crack. They understood."

I moved forward, forcing her head back, and settled harder on her nose, wedging it in my hole. My cunt lips blinded her and my cunt partially muffled her words as she said, "Still, you are denying them their rights, Judy. They should get first crack at you. I think they deserve it. Susan purchased that right."

I did not reply to this. Instead, I sat hard and mashed my cunt on her mouth. Actually, I positioned my piss hole on her mouth. I decided to try Susan's advice. Mom began sucking and sticking her tongue way up inside. I concentrated and let a short squirt out. The squirt was bigger than I'd planned. I felt her gulp, and the astonished look in her eyes was priceless.

The look drove me wild, and I gave her another squirt with our eyes locked on each other. Again, she gulped and did nothing to discourage me. I knew that she knew I'd pissed. The second squirt was longer than the first.

I gave another, then another. Her mouth moved right over my piss hole, and she began that nursing action Susan described. I eased up and she followed, bringing her hands up to grip my hips, pulling her face in tight. I stood with my legs straight and she came along, nursing hard. I kept giving her short squirts and long dribbles, amazed that my mother seemed to love drinking my piss right from my pussy.

After giving her a series of short squirts, I wanted to feel what it would be like to piss freely. I debated for only a second, then let loose a steady stream that I could hear flowing in her mouth. She swallowed hard and fast to keep up. I was thrilled beyond words.

I cut the flow short, saving some for a slow dramatic ending. I said, "Mom, would you do me a favor and suck my cunt whenever I want you to?"

She nodded; I gave her a squirt. "I don't want to have to ask, okay? If I show you my pussy, you should know what I want, right?" She nodded; I squirted.

I think at this point Mom knew that Susan and I had been talking and conspiring. I felt her surrender to her unthinkable fate. I have heard that power corrupts, and that absolute power corrupts absolutely. I certainly felt power after rubbing my cunt in my mother's subservient face and pissing in her mouth. Through Susan, I felt absolute power.

If Susan was right, then Mom knew not to stop until I announced I was finished. She kept nursing while I was thinking. I thought it would be neat to see what she'd do if I moved. I looked back and saw a chair a few feet behind me and slowly began inching back. To my utter delight, Mom hobbled along keeping her mouth in place, continuing her nursing of my piss hole.

When I got to the chair, I sat and placed one foot on the seat, laying back my knee to make a good spread and get a good look at her sucking on my piss hole. I pried my lips open to see it clearly. My urethra sticks up like a miniature cock when I stretch back my cunt lips and use my index finger to peel back the hood of my clit. I used my fingers to bare my piss hole completely. She had her lips in a tight purse right over the little shaft, nursing like a baby at a nipple, tickling the hole with the tip of her tongue.

I found this wildly erotic and brought my other foot up and laid that knee out, giving me an even better view of what she was doing. Mom knew what I was trying to do. The obscene exposure didn't bother her one bit. In fact, if anything, she made it even plainer that my piss hole was her sole purpose in sucking. She did this by easing up until just the tip was at her lips like she was kissing the eraser of a pencil, never breaking contact, but coming dangerously close, almost daring me to let loose a squirt at that moment. She ignored all other areas of my cunt while in this mode.

She got into a rhythm of going full down, sucking hard, then easing off to the tip. I got to time the action well, and the next time she came up, I forced a hard squirt that splashed out against her lips and required her to make an obscene sucking slurping noise in trying to suck the flow in. I loved this position, because she could not pretend to be doing other than sucking piss. I timed each squirt on the out pass and soon had her loudly slurping my piss into her mouth.

She caught on quickly, and I soon had her conditioned to hold herself just a fraction of an inch clear, sucking on the amber stream itself, just like at a drinking fountain. If I made any move, it caused her to miss and resulted in a splash of piss in her face. Instead of backing away or pressing up tight to stop the splashing, she tried to recapture the stream, making a bigger mess. I found that I enjoyed pissing in her face as much as seeing her drink my piss. Judging by the way she tried hard to stay in contact with the stream, I'd say she preferred drinking.

I dragged out this activity for at least twenty minutes. She never indicated that she was tiring. In ending, I gave a lurch and shot a stream hitting her between the eyes. When she looked up with my piss running off her face and nose, I just smiled and said, "Okay, I'm finished."

I expected her to say something about the ending, at least, but she just picked up the towel and dried her face. Once she was presentable, she returned to her old self and wanted to hear all about my evening, from start to finish. I told her what I wanted her to hear, marveling at the way she seemed to be in denial. It was as though she could not face up to being a piss freak. I found this amusing--amazing--amazing and amusing. She never bugged me about not fucking the boys again. I think she knew the score.

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The following morning, I was eager to see if she'd respond to our agreement. I saved my morning pee for her. I went down in my robe, took a seat in her view, parted the robe, and laid my legs open. Mom knew. She hesitated, then set her breakfast preparations aside and knelt. I did not play around this time; I simply filled her with my piss, which she drank in a continuous flow. As soon as the flow stopped, I said, "Okay, I'm finished."

In some ways this was harder on her than the protracted game, for it required her to unceremoniously kneel, suck piss, and get dismissed, much like a human toilet. When she eased off, her face was blushing. I just smiled. She returned to breakfast preparation. I drank lots of coffee.

Susan popped over as I was about to go up and dress for school. We passed a conspiratorial look and I stuck around as she sat and stirred the coffee Mom poured and set before her. Susan sat kitty corner to Mom and sat with her knees apart in an unladylike manner, which was typical of her.

Mom said, "So, how did my little girl do on her first day on the job? Satisfactory, I hope."

"She was quite satisfactory. She's a beautiful and sexy girl with all the right equipment in the right places and very photogenic. Billy and Stevie are both pleased with her performance. Oh, that reminds me. We took these pictures last night. I knew you'd want a peek."

Susan tossed thirty photos on the table. Mom's face showed her interest and shock at their vulgarity. I wanted to wait before making my move on Susan, but time pressed. I gave her a few minutes to peruse the photos, then dramatically slipped out of my robe.

Mom looked to me with puzzlement as I made my way to kneel at Susan's feet. Susan did not react in any way as I carefully folded back her short skirt, placed her right foot on the table, and moved her left knee out. Mom sat in stunned silence and watched my head dip into Susan's beaver. I laid my cheek on Susan's left thigh so Mom could see my tongue lapping up through her friend's vaginal cleft.

Susan carried on small talk, ignoring Mom's gaze riveted to my working tongue. I could feel her eyes on me and loved what I was doing. I rubbed my face in Susan's gash, smearing her juices all over, then fastened my lips on her clit and sucked enthusiastically. On impulse, I dropped lower and pursed my lips over her piss hole, pausing to give it a nursing suck. It was a passing move, intended to demonstrate my willingness to serve her if she got the urge.

The next time my mouth went by, I got a quick shot of warm urine. It wasn't bad, so I went for more and got another. Every time I passed over it, I got another squirt. Susan could see that I was not avoiding the area. Our eyes met and she sent me a signal that said, "Are you sure you want this?"

My answer was a firm suck right on her piss hole. Suddenly, her piss gushed forth filling my mouth to overflowing. I coughed, gagged, sputtered, and spilled quite a lot, but never moved my lips out of contact. When the flow slowed, I lapped at the amber stream, making lots of sucky slurpy noise and letting the piss splash over my face. I demonstrated to my mother an unmistakable show of piss sucking as it should be done.

When the flow became a dribble, I flattened my tongue and made broad laps over her whole cuntal plane. I licked spilled piss from her mound, belly, thighs, calves, and feet. Susan patted my head and said, "You know what I like about hiring your daughter to service my boys?"

"What's that, Susan?"

"I love the way she sucks up to the boss." At this, I lapped her crotch like a dog.

Mom said, "She knows where her bread is buttered, that's for sure."

Susan said, "That reminds me. She forgot to pick up her money. I figured on paying her by the cum. I figured one dollar a cum was fair. Does that meet with your okay?" Mom told her the offer was generous. I was not offended by the meager sum. It was a token. Two bits would have been more appropriate.

Susan said, "By my count, that is eight blow jobs and two ass fucks, bringing the total to ten bucks. Is that what you figured, Judy?"

I stood and said it was. She handed me the ten dollar bill. I handed it to Mom and said, "I guess that makes it official. I am a whore now, huh?"

Mom took the bill, smiled, and said, "Yes, it's official. Now clean the mess you made on my floor."

I said, "I don't wipe up piss, mother. I'm a whore, not a bathroom maid."

Susan burst out laughing, and said, "She sure set you straight, huh?"

Mom was not amused. She went for a towel and had to get down on her hands and knees between Susan's widespread legs to mop up the mess we made. While watching her do this dirty deed I had an overwhelming urge to show Susan how far I'd gone with Mom. I winked at Susan, then moved inside her parted legs, right in Mom's way. Mom wiped around my feet, saying, "Honestly, Judy, if you aren't going to help, the least you could..."

Her words were cut short when she looked up and saw me thrusting my naked beaver at her, using the fingers of both hands to expose my urethra. Mom stared at it, then looked to Susan's grinning face, then back to my crotch. Her gaze remained on my crotch. I slid my feet out into a wider stance and thrust my cunt out more demandingly. I turned slightly toward Susan so she could have a good view. Mom was falling under the spell.

We watched Mom slowly scoot in place, sitting on her heels. She brought her mouth directly over my piss hole. I had my two index fingers running along the insides of my cunt grove. They framed my clit and urethra. Mom could not get a lip seal over my piss hole with my fingers in the way. She could only get close. I immediately realized the position I had inadvertently put her in and released a squirt that caught her unprepared. My stream splashed her lips.

Mom looked surprised, but not dissuaded. She opened her mouth in case I let loose another. I did just that. My stream splashed in the confines of her mouth which widened as it filled. When her mouth filled, I paused to let her swallow. Watching her swallow a mouthful of my piss was exquisite. I glanced to Susan. She was visibly impressed, wanting to see more.

For my next squirt, I moved back from Mom's gaping mouth and let loose a steady stream which Mom had to maneuver to catch. The next one, I made her chase by moving the stream with pressure from my fingers. She caught half, but the rest splashed her in the face. Mom turned red with embarrassment, but uttered no protest. Susan loved the show and applauded, laughing, and saying, "That was beautiful, Judy. Do that again!"

I did, only this time, I made it impossible for her. She caught very little, except for in her face and hair which was soaked. I figured I was good for two or three good streams, and I wanted to make the most of them. I backed off a few more inches and let it fly. She caught the first of it, but the rest I aimed down into her cleavage.

For my finale, I cupped Mom's chin and positioned her head so it was turned up in profile to Susan. I then moved over her with my feet planted wide and positioned my pussy over her nose. I used her nose to rub myself in a slow vulgar grind, then let my piss trickle out slowly to run down both cheeks, her neck, and into her robe. Susan was ecstatic, and said, "This is great, Judy. I must get this on film."

I smiled, stood straight, and moved away. I went to Susan, placed my arm around her shoulder, and said, "I'm glad I was able to please you. She told me to do whatever it takes to make you happy."

"I'm happy, sweetheart. I'm very happy."

I excused myself and went to finish getting ready for school. Mom was perusing my photo set when I headed out. I kissed Susan on the cunt, then kissed Mom on the lips. On my way out, I heard Susan say, "Yes, she knows who butters her bread and where bread comes from." She yelled out, "Stop by after school. I'm sure the boys will need relief." I nodded, smiled, and went out with a flip of my skirt to show Mom I had no panties on. They were in my purse. A girl doesn't go to my school without panties on unless she wants everyone to know she's a whore. I wasn't interested in advertising. I put them on in Cindy's car while telling her everything.

On the way to school, we had time to talk about my actions. I wondered why I loved treating my mother that way, why having her drink my piss or wear my piss turned me on so much. I couldn't figure it out. On the surface my conduct seemed so out of character for me. My mother's submissive conduct was also out of character for her. I could not deny that Mom assumed her role quite readily, enjoyed her role, and that spurred me on, making my role easier and enhanced my pleasure.

Cindy didn't have a clue, but said she could imagine serving her mother but not the reverse. I could imagine her mother making Cindy serve as her toilet. I couldn't put anything past Estelle Greyson.

The one thing I did figure out was that I was hell bent on destroying Mom's game of denial. I wanted her to openly accept that I had the right to piss in her or on her at my whim, and she had to service me in that way. I wanted to be able to say, "Mom, I need to piss," and have her dutifully assume any position I required. I fantasized about being able to walk over and squirt piss in anything she was drinking--milk, coffee, wine, or beer-- and have her accept my obscene offering. I wanted to squat over her dinner plate and piss on food, piss on her corn flakes, piss on anything she might put in her mouth.

I knew I had made significant progress toward that end with the morning's demonstration. Though terribly embarrassing for her, I could tell she got off on what I did. Having someone watch made the act more thrilling for both of us. I wanted her ready to perform on Saturday and ached for the day when I could perform my piss act for Cindy, Brad, or anyone else I chose to share my perversion with.

Yes, I saw the perversion as mine, not Mom's. I was the piss freak. I sensed that Mom assumed the role of a piss freak as a means to an end. Somehow, that made her services even more enjoyable.

When I arrived home, Mom was out. I figured she was at Susan's, and she was. When I arrived at Susan's house, they were seated at Susan's table, talking. Billy and Stevie, both naked, rushed up to greet me and immediately attacked my clothes. I stood passively and let them strip me naked as Mom and Susan turned to watch.

Once naked, I sauntered over to the mothers and got in a place where both had a good view. The boys were all hands, feeling, groping, fingering, and poking. They placed me on all fours and Billy mounted me up the ass while Stevie took my mouth. I put on a good show for Mom and Susan, wiggling my ass on Billy's pecker and moaning on Stevie's while sucking voraciously.

They were talking about me, talking to be heard. Susan said, "Your daughter is quite the little cock hound."

Mom's voice had that tinge of deep arousal as she said, "She sure loves cock. God, she's such a little slut. Look at her."

"I am so glad you suggested this arrangement, Bonnie. You know how to treat a friend, and she's so affordable. Hell, I could even afford to treat Red and a few of his select friends; that is, of course, if you have no objection."

"Of course not, Susan, and you might be interested in her daily rate. I think ten dollars is reasonable, don't you?"

"I like that. For groups, that would be much better. I expect you'll want to be present for any group activity."

"Naturally."

They both broke into giggles as Billy pumped his load in my ass. Seconds later, Stevie filled my mouth. I earned two bucks, and that made me giggle.

When we separated, I went to Mom and hugged her, saying, "So, I have a group rate now, huh?"

"That's right, dear. Ten bucks, half for you, half for me."

"Wow, five whole bucks just for me, and all I have to do is let a bunch of horny men screw me silly."

"Life's grand, isn't it?"

"Yes, and getting grander." I hopped up on the table and swung around with my knees out, placing Mom between them. I opened my cunt with my fingers and said, "Guess what, Mommy?"

Billy and Stevie gathered near as Mom looked to Susan. Susan shrugged. Mom looked at my pussy, then dutifully leaned in and fastened on my piss hole. She started nursing. I'm sure she was hoping to hide what was going to happen, but I had other ideas. I let her nurse for a few minutes, then said, "Okay, Mom, are you ready?"

Mom looked up my torso and gave me a concerned look, but nodded. I gave her my stream and she began gulping and sucking. For my part, I made relief moans. Billy said, "Are you pissing or something?"

I said, "Yes, I'm pissing." I boldly used my palm to push Mom's head back three inches. My piss stream shot across the gap and into her wide open mouth, bringing awed gasps from the boys. I released her head and Mom quickly followed the stream to the source to resume sucking and swallowing. She seemed resigned to this humiliation, so when I finished, I said, "Okay, Mom, I'm finished pissing, now. Give the whole area a good tongue bath to make sure you got every drop of my piss, okay?"

Mom went about her task with resignation; Billy and Stevie aided her by opening me up, pushing my knees into my arm pits. Mom laved the entire area and even lapped up Billy's spend seeping from my asshole. I was not through humbling her though. I had another trick up my sleeve.

When she finished with a few dozen broad laps up my cunt groove, she paused to ask, "Will that do?"

I said, "No, I think there might be more. Keep licking like that." The boys had my knees pressed flat to the table. Billy rested his cheek on the inside of my left thigh; Stevie had his on my right. Mom was between the two lapping up my slit. That's when I began letting little dribbles seep out. I'd wait until she was poised at the base of my slit. My piss trickle flowed in plain sight onto her waiting tongue and she'd mop up the rest. This act was accompanied by crude comments from her audience.

I languished, fully reclined, loving the position I had her in. I was thoroughly laying to rest all vestiges of her game once and for all. The great part was, Mom seemed to be fine with that. She was putting on a performance for everyone, making quite a bit of noise while slurping and sucking my piss.

Susan moved to the other side of the table and leaned over me on her elbows wearing a big smile. With her head over mine in reverse, she said in a voice intended for Mom's ears, "I'm impressed, Judy. You have turned your mother into a good little piss slave. I think it's marvelous the way she eagerly sucks piss right from your pussy. This is too good not to share. I'm hosting a party here on Saturday for some special friends. I wonder if you and your mother would put on a little demonstration for my guests, you know, work up an act. I'd like to put the whole thing on film."

Mom's wide eyes pleaded for a negative reply, but I said, "I'd love to, Susan. We will begin practicing right away. I can't wait to show her off. Can I invite my boyfriend? Brad would love to see my mom do this. He is dying to see her naked. Would you like me to shave her pussy, too?" Mom's wrinkled brow went smooth, and then her eyes closed.

"Yes, that would be a nice touch. And you might consider doing her hair up with a fancy doo and fixing her makeup. High heels would be nice as well. There's nothing sexier than a beautiful naked woman wearing only heels. She will really get the men hot."

If Mom was upset with anything she heard, her lapping didn't reflect that. If anything, her tongue action mirrored her consent. She had modified her slurping technique. After making a pass up my trough, she poised with her tongue fully extended into my pussy hole with her tongue curled to form a scoop for my piss. As fluid flowed down my crack, she sucked air, drawing the amber wetness in as though through a straw. She'd then lap up the rest and get set for more. The boys loved watching her do this, and her technique felt marvelous.

When Susan left me, she went to Mom and removed her robe, leaving Mom completely nude. Mom was on her knees while sucking my cunt. Seconds later, I heard Susan declare, "Honestly, Bonnie, masturbating too. Have you no shame, woman? Are you thinking about Saturday night? I know my boys are. They aren't even interested in your daughter's pussy. They have their sights set on a bigger prize. I think you should resign yourself to putting on two exhibition fucks." Mom had an orgasm; I think she was resigned.

Once I had Mom thoroughly cowed and could not squeeze out another drop, I released her. As I climbed down, Mom looked for her robe. Susan had it hidden. Susan came up to her and said, "You won't be needing that in my house any longer. From now on, you are to strip naked when you enter my house, understand?"

Mom nodded. Susan smiled and said, "Besides, you aren't done yet. Stand up, turn your back to the table, get your legs out wide, and lean back all the way."

Mom did as instructed and rested with her head and shoulders in the center of the table. I came to her front to get my first look at her pussy. Billy and Stevie were already there, poking and prodding her two holes. Mom had an impressive cunt. Her pubic hair was very fine and straight. She had long fat lips and a prominent mound. Her inner lips hung past her crack by a good half inch and were darker than the bright pink of her clit hood. The boys had her clit poking up proudly.

Billy peeled her twat open using the thumb and fingers of both hands, bringing a groan from Mom. Her inner membranes shined a bright coral pink around her open hole. Stevie soon filled that hole with three fingers and began pumping her hard. Mom groaned.

Meanwhile, Susan climbed onto the table and positioned her feet on either side of Mom's head. She looked to me and said, "Get the camera, Judy. Take some good shots of this." She looked down to Mom's face and said, "Now, show me how good a best friend you are, Bonnie. Open wide, dear."

As Susan squatted, Mom opened her mouth wide. Susan sat with her ass resting on Mom's forehead, her cunt aimed at the open mouth. She squirted her amber streams in short bursts. Most went right in Mom's wide open mouth. Mom missed some when swallowing, and she swallowed often. I took several shots from several angles, then Susan stopped me, saying, "Wait, this won't do. I want her face clearly in the frame."

Susan got up and turned to face the other way, squatting down with her cunt lips on Mom's chin. I got in position to take the shot from the far side of the table, bringing the lens in from the top of Mom's head. Susan said, "There, that's better." She let a squirt fly into Mom's mouth, then had Mom extend her tongue and aimed her jets at Mom's extended, flat tongue while I took pictures. Susan taunted, "You know who these pictures are for, don't you, Bonnie?"

Mom sputtered, coughed, and said, "You wouldn't, not Frank." (Frank is my dad.)

"Yes, Frank. He'd love having these, and I'll see that he gets them. We still see each other, you know. He even came to one of my parties." Mom looked anguished, and she missed the next squirt, taking the shot full in the face.

Susan looked to me, saying, "You didn't know that I was the other woman, did you?" I shook my head. "It's true. Your mom caught us doing the dirty deed in her marital bed. Of course, she didn't interrupt us. She stood and watched. She over-reacted, of course. Too bad, he turned out to be damn good once I got him trained. Eats a damn fine pussy, too. Who knows, he might be here on Saturday. Wouldn't that be a gas?" Mom tried to protest, but her protest got drowned out.

I put on another performance with the boys while eating Susan's pussy. I reclined on my back. Susan sat on my face and drew my legs back, elevating my ass for her sons to fuck. I earned a couple of more bucks while Mom got her jollies, standing over us with a finger in her cunt going, "She's such a good whore. Oh, yes, fuck her. Fuck her good!"

Mom and I left together. When we arrived home, I took my shower. Mom had my shave ready. I hopped right up and bared my spread. While she labored, I said, "I'll bet you could kick yourself for divorcing Daddy now, huh?"

"It's true that if I had it to do over, I probably wouldn't. It's a moot point now. He's remarried and has child by her and another on the way."

"You divorced a pussy licker. I'll bet that hurts."

"It does. I'm sure I'll find one some day, though."

"Yes, it sure is a wonderful feeling, having a warm, soft mouth sucking away at your snatch."

"My time will come."

"Susan sure likes it when I suck her pussy. I love sucking her pussy for her, too."

"Yes, I could tell."

"I'm not into cunt sucking the way you are, Mother. I won't suck just anybody's cunt the way you will, but I'll suck Susan's every chance I get."

"And what makes you think I'd suck anybody's pussy?"

"I know you will. You'll suck anything Susan tells you to suck. I think you'd suck off a dog if she told you to. In fact, I'm sure you would. You'd suck him and fuck him--in a crowd."

Mom did not deny that statement, and that gave me a rush. All I'd have to do was drop a hint to Susan, and was not beyond doing that at that point. I think Mom knew it, too. I said, "You know I just love the way you drink my piss right from my pussy."

"Yes, I am well aware of that, but I'd rather not discuss it if you don't mind."

"Well, I want to discuss it. I think about it a lot. I don't ever want to piss in a toilet again." Mom worked in silence. I continued, "You spoiled me, you know. You started something I can't stop. What's really bad is that I want everyone to know. I want to tell all my friends, your friends, Susan's friends, Mrs. Parker next door, Dad and Trisha, Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Pete, but especially Cindy Greyson, because she'll tell her mom."

My mom made an anguished face that gave me another rush, and before I weighed the consequences, I blurted out, "I have a confession to make. I tell Cindy everything. Estelle already knows you suck piss and pussy. I'll bet she calls you."

Boy, did that hit her hard. She looked like her world collapsed out from under her. I thought she was going to sink right through the floor. She let out a long groan, and her knees buckled a bit, but she kept shaving. She didn't scream and yell like I thought she might, and she didn't slice off my clit as I was afraid she might, so I added, "Seeing is believing, though. I am really looking forward to Saturday night."

"I'll bet you are. I'm not."

"That's too bad. I plan to do this right."

"I'm sure you will." Mom patted me dry, then started right in on my pussy. This was not a piss suck; she was going for the cum, hers and mine. I held back, trying to act calm and reserved. I had more to say. I went on, "I want to invite Dad myself. I want him to see everything. I want him to see me getting screwed. Oh, yes, and I will definitely be fucking him. You can count on that."

This struck a nerve. Mom was going nuts on my cunt, and must have had four fingers up her own. I had a difficult time staying calm. I said, "I never told you, but Dad is a bit of a pervert, a child molester. He has been molesting me ever since you two split up. Trisha (His new wife) knows about it, but she doesn't care what he does with me. I think she gets off watching him. Hey, maybe you two have something in common after all, huh?"

"What? What does he do to you, Judy?"

"I knew that would excite you. Are you playing with your pussy, Mom? Does that turn you on?"

She wouldn't answer. I didn't think she would; besides, she had her mouth full. I didn't really want her to. I said, "Mostly, he just likes to tie me up naked and play with my body. He makes me stay naked the whole time I visit. No, he never fucked me, at least not in my cunt. He fucks my mouth or ass. Billy was not my first butt fuck, not by a long shot. Dad butt fucked me on my first visitation, and has done so every time since. Trisha likes to watch me taking my daddy's cock up my ass."

That was the fantasy I masturbate to. He does like to barge in on me when I'm taking a bath. He even removed the bathroom locks to facilitate this. He also feels me up when I snuggle up to him on the couch. He slips his fingers in under the leg band of my panties. He strokes his finger in my slit and occasionally dips a fingertip inside the hole. Trisha walked in on us while he had his hand in my PJ pants, toying with my pussy.

She didn't say anything, so he didn't stop. She sat beside us and pretended to watch TV, but what she watched was his hand moving inside my panties, bobbing in the crotch. I'm in my usual position, reclined on my Daddy with my legs outside his. This was nothing new, the position wasn't, and she always snuggled up next to him, and she'd stroke both of us. She would stroke my legs, but never much above the knee, mostly my arms.

Pretty soon, she's stroking my leg pretty high up, then she's stroking his arm, the one that was in my PJ bottoms. She's going back and forth between my leg and his arm, nuzzling him. Her stroking on both my leg and his arm draws ever nearer to my crotch, the scene of the crime. It is quite obvious that she's enthralled by what he's doing and by what I'm letting him do.

Dad and I are watching her fingers and we're both getting excited as they get nearer and nearer to my crotch, wondering what she'll do when she gets there, because it didn't look like she intended to stop. I found that pretty damned exciting. I thought she'd be really pissed. I mean, this was her husband, and they hadn't been married that long. And then there was the fact that I was his daughter and so young, just turned thirteen at the time. She had lots of reasons to be pissed, at me and at him, but her fingers didn't look pissed. They certainly didn't feel pissed as they stroked high on my inner thigh.

When her fingers left my leg to begin another tour down his arm to the wrist where the waist band prevented further travel, our eyes are glued to it. There, she pauses, then she pinches the material, PJs and panties, and pulls up, saying, "Say, what's this?"

My heart's in my throat and Dad's is in his pants. I can feel his throbbing against my ass. We are all looking down the tunnel she made and watching Daddy's hand, cupped in my crotch, stroking a finger in my slit, though we couldn't actually see any of my pussy with his big hand in the way, but we saw wet fingers.

Daddy didn't slow down one bit as she said, "Oh, my, Daddy is doing something nasty, isn't he, Judy?"

I had to agree, but I did so while biting my lower lip and nodding. By the baby tone she took on, I knew she was teasing, and that helped a lot. Only then did I realize we were playing a nasty game. Daddy seemed to know much sooner. This was fun. I wanted more. She said, "Daddies shouldn't touch their little girl down there, should they, Judy?"

Still biting my lower lip, I shook my head. Well, they shouldn't. Everyone knows that. She said, "And little girls shouldn't let grown men put their hands inside their panties, should they, sweetheart?"

I shook my head. She smiled, kissed Daddy, then said, "You don't let just any grown man do that, do you?" I shook my head. I never had before. I never let anyone. She said, "I guess Daddy is special, isn't he?" I nodded. "We'll make this our little secret. We won't tell a soul, will we?"

I didn't know about them, but I sure as hell wasn't and nodded hard. She let go the waistband and patted his hand, snuggled up close and they made out while taking turns putting their hand down my panties. I can't say I minded one bit, not that time or the hundred that followed, along with the thousand orgasms that went with it.

Considering the start we got off to, you'd think we'd be in a full-fledged threesome by the end of the weekend, but they had obviously discussed this and set limits which they never tried to cross. Looking back on it, that was very responsible, though they did set the limit a bit higher before setting that limit in stone. I didn't know about any limits. I just surmised what they were over time.

The next day, Trisha bought me a nice sexy bra and panty set and suggested I might prefer those instead of sleeping in pajamas. The bra was half-cup, thin and lacy. The panties were sheer, French cut with a lace ruffle fringe. The sexy undies were to remain at their house. My habit was to change into my PJs after my bath, then lounge around for the two or three hours before bed time. I took the hint and wore only my sexy undies that night.

I felt more than naked. My nipples showed through the ultra-thin material and the upper crest of each nipple peeked over the rim of the bra. It was more a half-cup support though there was little to cup half of and nothing that needed support. Just wearing it made me feel sexy, and when my tits filled out enough to fill the half cup and then some, leaving my nipples fully exposed, I was sexy and knew it.

My ass was bare as the tiny strand through the crotch went up my butt crack. In front, the panties, if you could call them that, dipped so low that pubic hair showed over the top. The material was so sheer that hair could be seen through them and so could the shadow of my pussy crack. My clit was most noticeable as I was super turned on after putting my tiny panties on. It took all the courage I could muster to step out wearing them, because I felt beyond naked. I guess that was the idea.

They made a great fuss and had me model my skimpy undies. I self-consciously walked to-and-fro while they told me how sexy I looked. I ate up their lurid praise like a starving refugee. Before long, I strutted my stuff, easily assuming any pose they suggested.

Some of the poses were lewd, even obscene, like when Daddy suggested I turn my back to them, spread my feet out wide, and grasp my ankles. I assumed the provocative pose and peered at them through my legs in my inverted position, knowing full well that the thin strip of material had wedged in my crack, exposing my naked labia lips. I saw both sets of eyes were riveted on my pussy.

Our usual position for TV viewing didn't change except that Daddy wore only thin silk boxer shorts and Trisha wore her sexy nightie with nothing on underneath. Dad wore only thin PJ bottoms. His hand would be in my crotch, inside my panties, stroking through my slit; and Trisha would lazily stroke my inner thigh. They took turns in the panties, and each brought their own unique thrill to my attention-starved pussy. They also played with my budding tits.

This had been going on for over a year with no escalation. They had obviously drawn the line at fondling. I loved being a part of their intimate relationship. I was part of their foreplay, and I felt special being brought into that role. For my part, I did my best to arouse them both. I loved watching them kiss passionately while feeling each other up while never neglecting me. I even got in on the kissing, French kissing, my favorite. The rest, I made up for Mom's benefit. She obviously enjoyed my fantasy version and said, "Tell me more, Judy!"

"Okay, whatever turns you on. Mostly, he has all kinds of rules designed to keep me on display. I am not allowed to close my legs, ever, except when I walk. I sit at the dinner table on a barstool with my feet on the upper rungs and my knees out wide. I have to play with my pussy with one hand and eat with the other--other hand, no utensils. When someone gives the word, I have to switch.

"When they watch TV, they usually want me lying at their feet, facing them as they sit on the sofa. I must masturbate to amuse them. They use my tits as a pacifier for their son, and Dad likes watching me nurse at Trisha's breasts."

Mom passionately cried, "Oh, God, Judy, that is so wicked."

"Another thing Dad has me do is suck off his wife."

Mom's head shot up from my splayed crotch. She said, "You mean to tell me that you've been sucking that bitch's cunt too!"

"I've been sucking her cunt since Dad started dating her. She's not a bitch, Mother, you are. If you want to hear more, you will have to say you're sorry, then admit that you are a cunt-sucking bitch, and that Trisha is a respectable lady."

I don't know what made me say these inflammatory things, degrading things, hurtful even. I know my words hurt Mom's feelings and made her jealous, but Trisha is a classy lady, and the way she handled that scene with my father was proof. She turned what could have been a major problem, a sure and certain ongoing molestation, into something beautiful. She made me a part of their love affair and managed to give Dad enough while keeping his lust in bounds. I thought that was cool and one class act. Hearing Mom call her a bitch really pissed me off.

Mom frowned, and before I could feel too sorry for my impulsive outburst, she said, "I'm sorry. Trisha is a respectable lady, and I am a cunt-sucking bitch."

This thrilled me. I wanted more. I firmly said, "That's better, now get back to sucking cunt, bitch!" Mom dutifully resumed her duties, and I resumed my lies.

"Actually I suck Trisha's cunt a lot. That's why I'm not crazy about eating cunt. I've had my fill. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy doing it for her. Most of the time, she has to push my head out of her crotch. It's just that I've done so much of it. I mean, every other weekend, and a whole month of summer for three years. I had to do all of Dad's foreplay for him. It's my job to get her ready for fucking. When her cunt is drooling, I then work on Dad. I suck him hard and wet his whole dick. I guide his cock into Trisha's adorable little pussy and hold his balls while they screw. Afterward, I go down on her and then lick him clean. Trisha calls me her little fuck rag. Isn't that cute, Mommy?"

"No, it's disgusting."

"No, disgusting is when Trisha gets over me on all fours with her cunt over my face while Dad fucks her. I have to lick them while they fuck. After Dad pumps her cunt full of sperm, she sits on my face so all that fuck juice can drain into my mouth while she pisses. Yes, mother, I know all about being a human toilet."

"Judy, you better not be making this up. I can't believe Trisha would do that. Your father, yes, but not Trisha."

"Strange but true, Mother dear. Ask her yourself. I sure hope they can be here on Saturday. Mostly, I want him to see what's become of you. He'll love my act. He will love seeing you put out to two kids. In case you didn't know, Susan has invited three couples and six single men to the party. Brad will be there, too. You will be doing everyone, maybe even Dad. I hope Dad will bring Trisha. I know she'd love to see you under those circumstances. Ever eat a pregnant lady, Mom? If she shows up, you can count on sucking Trisha's cunt for her. I will insist. Make sure you have an empty stomach."

Oddly, even this excited her. By this time, I was too turned on to talk and gave myself over to a good hard cum. Mom dutifully lapped up my spend while I pissed in her face. I got up on my elbows to observe this final degradation, and was pleased at the way she took it. She wallowed in my piss fountain and followed that with a thorough tongue bath.

When I climbed down, I said, "Okay, now it's your turn. Susan wants that pussy shaved."

Mom slipped off her robe and got into position. She blushed beautifully as I made her open her legs wide and grasp herself behind each knee, pulling out. I gazed on her inflamed sex and said, "My, but we sure have a sloppy twat. You must be super turned on. This pussy must think it's about to get a nice hard dick. Want me to get your dildo, Mommy? The shave can wait."

"Please, just get this over with."

"Okay. If that's what you want." I lathered her up real good and gave her clit a hard rubbing in the process. I had her moaning and squirming, but stopped short of letting her reach her climax. She was very disappointed and groaned as I picked up the razor. Shaving her was easy. Her thin hair cut easily. I carefully denuded her lips and even shaved around her asshole.

I know she expected her first eat out. The anticipation was clearly etched in her facial features as she strained up to look. I patted her cunt dry and smacked her ass, announcing, "Okay, hop down. You're done."

Her look of disappointment was painfully acute. She actually looked more hurt than disappointed. The shame was, I was dying to go down on her. Her mature pussy looked that good. I will never understand why I took such delight in tormenting her both physically and mentally, or why I loved to see her deeply humiliated. The truth was, I surely did. I tried not to think too hard about it and tried to simply enjoy each precious moment.

After her shave, Mom tried to scamper off to her bedroom. I followed and prevented her from closing her door. She said, "Please, Judy, I need my privacy."

"Maybe so, but I want to watch. You're planning to fuck yourself with your dildos, aren't you?"

"Judy, please!"

I pushed on in and shut her door behind me. I pulled a vanity chair up to the foot of the bed, sat and got comfortable. She stared hard, but saw the futility of further protests. She weighed her options and evidently decided her vaginal needs took precedence over her modesty. She retrieved her toy box from under the bed and produced a ten-inch cock replica, complete with veins and balls. As she flounced on the bed, she said, "I hope you get your rocks off. I am going to try to ignore you. Please, don't say anything until I'm done."

With that, she laid down and moved her feet out. I had a view right up her love tunnel and watched her poise the head of her dildo at her inflamed pussy hole. She massaged the flaring head through her fleshy slit to spread her pussy slime and diddled her clit self-consciously. I said, "Would you move your legs apart as far as they'll go, please."

Mom made a face, but did as I requested. "Is that better?"

"Better, but I'd like a better view of your fuck hole. I want a good shot of that rubber dick going in and out. Your pelvis needs to roll back more. Lift your legs up."

She raised her legs straight up in a wide V and said, "I can't keep my legs like this for long, Judy."

"No, that's perfect. Wait, I have and idea." I jumped up and went to her hosiery drawer and drew out two nylon stockings. While Mom eyed me with curiosity, I went up and tied one to her right ankle, then tied it to her right headboard bedpost, pulling her leg back hard, twisting her to the right.

Mom said, "Judy, no. This is absurd."

I ignored her and tied the other ankle. She did not resist as I secured her left leg to the other bed post, drawing her leg back hard, lifting her ass up a good foot. This also straightened her alignment. By lifting her head, she could look into her own pussy and did. Her fingers traced the area where I'd shaved. She said, "I hope you are happy now. Can I please have some peace?"

I crawled onto the bed and laid on my belly, propping my head up in my palms while resting on my elbows. My face was inches from her beaver, and I looked at her over her bald pussy mound. I said, "Sure, go ahead."

She groaned and murmured, "God, I can't believe I'm doing this."

She resumed her foreplay and was soon ready to push the cock in. I said, "Hurry up and shove that thing up your cunt, Mom." She ignored me and pushed her dildo in a few inches. "I want to see you take it to the balls." She shoved in further and moaned. "Come on, all the way this time. Mash those rubber balls into your fat cunt lips."

She did just that and groaned loudly. I urged her to press the dick in harder and she did. Before long, she took her directions from me and seemed to enjoy following my lead.

"Yeah, now pull it all the way out and run it around the outside... yeah, now shove it back in, all the way. Fuck fast... now slow... pretend it's a dog dick and do it short and fast. That's it! Give Rover some of that good bitch pussy you have between your legs."

I rummaged in her toy box and brought out a thinner model. I handed this to her and said, "Here's one for your ass."

She wet the slimmer model in her cunt and eased it up her ass. I next had her fucking herself with both. She screwed herself for almost an hour, bringing herself off numerous times. Her fuck juices made a mess of her lower belly, inner thighs, and ass. Her spending puddled on her bedspread. When she finally stopped, and let both hands fall to her sides, the dildos slithered out.

She laid there with the dildos on the mattress, exhausted and panting. I crawled up and got my face right over her pussy and blew warm breath on her sensitive folds. This brought her head up with renewed interest showing in her glazed eyes. She watched me tease her pussy, coming so close, but never making contact. Finally, in desperation, she cried, "For God's sake, Judy, eat me, please!"

I sat up on my heels with a mock look of astonishment and said, "Mother, that's sick, asking your own daughter to do such a nasty thing."

"Oh, knock it off, Judy. You've done nastier. You certainly don't mind me doing it to you."

"Yes, but I'm not a cunt sucker, and you are. If it's cunt sucking you want, I'll let you suck mine."

"Sweetheart, you do Trisha and Susan. You like doing it. You freely admit liking it. Why won't you do it for me?"

"I do it for Susan because she is a client, and I love her pussy. Actually, I'd do Susan even if she weren't my client. I do Trisha because she is a classy lady, and I think it's a privilege being allowed to suck the vagina of a lady with such class. You, on the other hand, are a piss-drinking, cunt-sucking, masturbating slut that gets off on watching other people fuck. I'm sorry Mother. I love you dearly. You know I do, but I draw the line at sucking the cunt of a woman like you. I think I'd retch. Hey, I know, we could get a dog and train it to lick your cunt. We'll smear your cunt with peanut butter. That should do it. Or, we could hire someone. I'll bet the paperboy would lick your pussy for a price. Don't you know any dykes that owe you a favor?"

"Very funny, Judy. I see what you're up to. You're punishing me for divorcing your father. You always did blame me. I understand this need you have to get even, and I will try to be a good sport about it, but don't press your luck too far. I will only take so much. Susan knows how to push; you don't."

Mom's sudden switch to her old self took me by surprise and filled me with uncertainty. I felt like getting serious with her for the moment, and said, "You are right about me wanting to hurt and humiliate you. I don't know why, but it turns me on. It turns me on a lot. I'm afraid I'm going to blow it. You're right. I don't know when to push and when to back off like Susan does. I don't want to blow it, Mom. I love all that we're doing, I truly do. I just don't think I can help myself. The more stuff I do to you, the more I want to do. I don't know what I'm capable of anymore."

"I understand, Judy. Frankly, I love what you've done so far. I don't take it personally. I know you really love me; still, you'd better slow down. I do have a rather strong masochistic streak that I never knew I had. I love the humiliation, though I hate it. I do love watching people have sex, and I will go to extremes to do so, as I have demonstrated. There are limits, however. I'm not sure what mine are. This Saturday night thing that Susan has worked up may be it. I don't know. I am trying to get mentally conditioned for the worst. The problem is, I'm not sure what the worst is. I know that once I become aroused, there is no worst. The trick will be to get me turned on before any real bad stuff goes down. That's the best I can offer. I do want to help you succeed, sweetheart. I want this to go on and on, and I am ready to get very nasty."

"I want you to get very nasty."

"I know you do, and I'm trying. Some of the things I dream about are down right sick. I am actually pleased to hear that your father is molesting you and that Trisha helps out. You may rest assured, regardless of how this works out, I will never interfere with their activities. I will be much more accommodating to them in the future. They are both welcome to stop by between visitations to use you here or borrow you. I will put that in writing for them if they wish. Sweetheart, I feel ridiculous talking serious with you trussed up like this. Would you untie me, please?"

"I want you to stay like that for a while. I like you like that."

"All right, if it turns you on. At least you didn't use rope. Stockings are quite comfortable."

"Good, because I plan to leave you like that until bedtime. I'm hoping someone will stop by."

"Judy! You wouldn't."

"I'm afraid I would. I am even thinking of calling someone. Say, if you want your cunt eaten, why not ask your mom to do it. Grandma looks like a swinging old gal. She'd do anything for her precious Bonnie."

"She wouldn't do that. Now Daddy is another story. He's worse than your father. He would love to find me helpless and naked like this. Don't you even think about calling him over."

"Did he rape you or something?"

"Rape is a strong term. Let's call it hard persuasion. Daddy's thing was fondling me and taking dirty pictures. He had a regular home grown porno business going, and most of the fucking was in connection with that. There was plenty of fucking, with a variety of adult men, and just about all of my fucking was caught on film. It started when I began puberty and continued all though high school. Actually, it continued after my marriage. Dad didn't stop until I was twenty-nine. You were eight, I believe."

"Why did you continue after you left home? Did you miss it or something?"

"Not hardly. Dad blackmailed me with the pictures he had."

"Why did you stop?"

"He began bringing in his friends and sharing."

"Did you ever screw any of them before you quit?"

"Yes, quite a few. I'm ashamed to say that it took two years of that to finally make me blow my cool. See, I can take a lot before I blow, but once I blow, that's it, no more. Ask your Grandpa."

"So, in actuality, Dad wasn't the first to break your marital vows."

"No, I broke the shit out of them way before he started messing around with Susan."

"How many men did you let screw you while you were married to Dad?"

"Boy, you really want me to dig my own hole, huh? Okay, I'll dig. There were twelve associated with your grandpa's little home grown porno ring and ten others besides. Three were coworkers of your father. One was a neighbor. I fucked two delivery men, two pool cleaners, a cop to get out of a speeding ticket, and your uncle Pete. There, a full confession. Aside from every other name you called me, I'm an unfaithful whore."

"Boy, I'll say. So why did you stop?"

"I get out of control. Besides, all the men I ever had sex with were wham bammers. Not one ever ate my pussy. I began hating men. Looking was safer; masturbation was better. The rest just evolved."

"Did Grandma ever find out?"

"No, she never entered his studio, and I doubt she suspected a thing. At least she never questioned me about what went on in there. Grandma is so naive. If I saw a group of men going into a sealed room with you and staying till late at night, I'd sure be asking questions."

"Mom, Grandma is either the most naive person on the face of the planet, or she was in on all this."

"Yes, but I never did figure out which it was. She never slipped out of character. That's hard to do for so many years. I will always wonder, though."

"I sure would love to see Grandpa's photo collection."

"He'd be more than happy to show them to you as long as you agree to pose for him. Be my guest. I'm sure you'd love it, and he'd love having you as a model. If you want, I'll set up a session and give him my blessing. I'm sure he'll cream his pants."

"I'm calling him over."

"Well, if you must call anyone, you may as well call him. This would be as good a way as any to get back in his good graces. The poor guy has been dropping enough hints lately. He could probably use some nice young pussy, and I certainly need some real live cock. I guess I'll be going back into the porno business. He was always good at keeping me well supplied with stiff cocks, old ones, but most got stiff."

I dialed the number, then handed her the phone. She cupped the mouthpiece and said, "Listen and learn." Moments later, she said, "Hi, Daddy... Bonnie... Yes, it has been a long time. Yes, I spoke with Mom about that last week. Daddy, I'm horny... No, this is not a joke. I was just thinking about all the things we used to do and it made me all horny... Yes, I thought about you, that's why I called. I want somebody to come over and fuck my horny pussy."

Mom cupped the mouthpiece again and whispered, "He's teasing me. I knew he would. He wants to hear me beg." I smiled.

"Daddy, please don't make me beg. You must know how difficult it was for me to make this call... I'm sorry... Yes, I was wrong. I haven't had any cock since my divorce. It's my own fault, I know... Okay, I'll pose for you again... Yes, I'll fuck for you... Yes, I'll sign anything. Daddy, I really need it bad... Okay, I'll say it. Please, please fuck my horny pussy, Daddy!"

She cupped the phone and said, "God, he's really getting off on this."

Mom resumed, "Sweeten the deal? What do you want, money? You know I don't have much of that... Judy!... Daddy, no, not Judy. She's just a child... I know I was even younger, but, this is my child, Daddy. Please don't make me involve my daughter in this. There must be something else that would satisfy you... I don't know. Pick something..."

I couldn't take anymore and excitedly signaled for her to accept. She cupped the mouthpiece and said, "I'm just playing hard to get. Men love that, Daddy especially. Hang on."

She got back on and said, "You won't give up, will you... Oh, all right... Yes, I'll let her pose, too... Of course, naked... Don't worry, Judy does whatever I say. She's a good little girl like I used to be. Of course I'll pose with her... Yes, if you want, I'll do that too. I'll even lick her pussy and hold her legs open so you or anybody you choose can fuck her if you'll just come over and fuck me, now!"

Mom handed me the phone and said, "He's on his way. Turn the porch light on."

I jumped with glee, clapped my hands, and said, "Oh, boy, I get to see a man fuck you, and Grandpa no less. I love it. This is so cool."

"Yeah, well, he will probably want to fuck you, too, if he can get it up twice. He could the last time we screwed. Don't expect me to stop him either. I could care less about Brad getting your cherry. If Dad wants your twat, I will be holding your legs apart for him."

"Fine, I hope he does. I don't care either. I still won't be fucking the boys with my cunt. Saturday night is on, no matter what."

"I figured as much. Honey, you should get dressed. He will enjoy unwrapping you."

I danced from her room and into mine. I just knew I was about to get my first fuck, and I always thought Grandpa was kinda sexy for an older man. He has a full head of hair and has no beer belly. He plays golf a great deal and looks much younger than fifty-eight. The idea of fucking my own Grandpa was a big turnon. Seeing my mother fuck her dad was an even bigger one.

The door bell rang twenty minutes later. I wore my sexy red dress and Mom's high heels. I opened the door and greeted him with a kiss and got a bear hug. He was obviously in a hurry and brushed by saying, "Where's your mom, kitten?"

"In her bedroom." He took off in that direction. I followed, then watched him open the door and break into a broad smile. He saw me standing beside him and said, "Can Judy come in?"

"Yes, of course. Who do you think tied me this way?"

Grandpa looked at me and seemed to notice me for the first time. His eyes drank in my petite figure. His smile turned lecherous as he opened his arms for another hug, saying, "If I have you to thank for this, it deserves another hug. Come here, Kitten."

I moved into his arms, and this time, his hands cupped my ass cheeks and squeezed. He nuzzled my neck and whispered. "Do you want to watch Grandpa screw your Mommy, Kitten?"

"Yes, can I please?" We entered the room hand in hand and marched to the foot of Mom's bed. Grandpa eyed Mom's spread beaver and said, "Damn, that pussy gets better every year, Bonnie. Shaved pussy. I love it."

Mom said, "You haven't seen my pussy in over five years. If you think it looks good, wait until you feel inside. Come on Daddy. I need fucking, not talking."

"Not so fast, Sweetie Pie. I'm getting old. I can't rush into anything anymore. Besides, we have all evening. The first thing I want to do is get out of these clothes and get Judy out of hers. I've been dying to see how my kitten has grown."

Grandpa was stripping down in a hurry. I watched with eager eyes. When he dropped his boxer shorts, I dropped to my knees and grasped his seven-inch erect cock in both hands. I pressed his erection to my cheek, swooning, "Oh, Grandpa, you have a lovely cock. Can I suck it?"

"Please do, Kitten."

I engulfed his cock and gave him my best mouth job while jacking his shaft with two hands. I made him swoon. He looked at Mom and said, "Jesus Christ, Bonnie, where have you been keeping this little vixen? You've been holding out on your old man. I should take my belt to you."

Mom cried, "Hey, knock that off. That cock's for me... Daddy!"

"Wait, Bonnie. Leave her be. God damn that's good! How long have you been sucking cock, Kitten?"

I eased off the end with a kiss to the head, smiled, and said, "I sucked my daddy's since I was twelve." Since I started that lie, I figured I'd better stick to it. I went back to sucking.

Grandpa said, "I always did like that Frank."

He let me suck him for a few more minutes, then lifted me to my feet and said, "Now, let me get a look at you, precious."

I stood passively while he stripped me. He made appreciative comments at everything he saw as my body parts came into view. When he removed my panties, he gazed on my pussy and said, "Baby, that is the sexiest pussy I have ever seen."

With a mischievous smile, I said, "Want me to spread my legs so you can see all of it?"

"Honey, by all means." I threw myself on Mom's bed and used her pussy as a head rest. I then drew my legs up like Mom's with my palms gripping my inner thighs. He said, "Bonnie, this girl is dynamite. She's incredible."

"Daddy, remember me? You came here to fuck my pussy, remember."

"Yeah, yeah, later. Right now, I want to get acquainted with this darling little quim." He dropped to his knees and brought his face in close while fingering my fleshy parts and testing my hole. He made continual declarations of my charm and beauty, my tightness, my scent. He then glued his mouth over my cunt, surprising me and Mom.

Mom was straining to see, lifted up on straight arms. She cried out, "Daddy! When did you start eating pussy?"

He paused to say, "It's a taste I recently acquired. Your mother read one of those feminist rags. That's when I acquired it."

I heard Mom's head drop to the pillow and she groaned in frustration. I said, "You suck my pussy as good as Mom does, Grandpa."

He raised up and gave Mom a look, then said, "So, my little girl is into cunt lapping, huh? That's great."

He returned to my beaver. I said, "Mom says you like to photograph naked little girls. Will you photograph me?"

"Honey, it will be a pleasure. By the way, the only little girl I ever shot was your mother. Now, I have to pay for adult nude models. Bonnie was the only teeny bopper freebie I ever got."

"We'll do it for free, won't we Mom?"

"Not unless he gets up here and fucks me, and I mean NOW!"

Grandpa got up and said, "All right, Bonnie. You'll get your screwin'. Damn, girl! I wish you could hear how pathetic you're sounding."

I scampered free and Grandpa crawled in place on his knees. He took his cock and rubbed the head in her wet slit. I excitedly climbed up on Mom's right side and leaned across her belly. I said, "Can I guide it in?"

Grandpa let go and said, "You sure may, Kitten."

I guided the head to her hole, and Grandpa went in to the balls. Mom swooned. He sawed in and out real long and slow. His cock got slick and shiny and he looked like he sank into heaven. I threw my leg over Mom's head and poised my cunt over her face. She raised her head and fastened on my cunt. I clamped her head in place with my thighs pressing on her ears. I was sure she couldn't hear a thing. Still, I whispered, "Mom's eating my pussy. She can't hear. Don't worry about her backing out of pictures. I can make her do anything." His interest peaked. I went on, "She will even let me piss in her mouth. She drinks it all. I'll bet you'd like pictures of that, wouldn't you?"

"Jesus, no shit! You're damn right I would. I want to see that for myself, tonight. Are you sure she can't back out?"

"Positive. Oh, and don't cum in her. I want you to cum in my pussy. I want her to lick her daddy's cum out of her own daughter."

"God damn, Kitten! You're gonna make me blow my nut if you keep talking that shit."

I smiled, saying, "And don't eat her pussy. I don't want her to have that pleasure. She's dying to experience a cunt sucking. I'm teasing her. Tell your friends, okay?"

"Sure. I like your style, Kitten. Are you willing to fuck my friends, too?"

"I will fuck anybody that will eat my pussy in front of Mom, but will refuse to eat hers."

"You have a deal, Kitten."

"I think that's enough cock for her, don't you? I want mine now. Let's untie her. I want to get on all fours so her head is under my pussy when you fuck me. I'll have her lick us both while we fuck, okay?"

"You are too much, kid."

Mom groaned when Grandpa pulled out and I climbed off. I said, "Your fuck is over, Mom. Now it's my turn. Grandpa doesn't want old worn-out pussy when he can have grade-A, prime, teen pussy, huh Grandpa?"

Mom didn't argue. She followed my lead, slipping into her submissive role. We untied her. She let out a muscle-stiff groan as her legs fell to the mattress. I told her to spin around so her head was at the foot of the bed. She dutifully complied and I quickly climbed over her in reverse, placing my knees on either side of her shoulders. Grandpa came up, fisting his shiny wet cock at my beaver. I said, "Mom, I want you to get busy licking us while we fuck. Don't stop until I say stop. Okay, Grandpa. I'm ready. Fuck me."

Grandpa poised his cock at the entrance of my virgin hole. I rested my chest on Mom's abdomen with my cheek on her mound. I braced myself as he applied pressure. I soon felt him up against my barrier membrane. He stopped and said, "Hey, you aren't a virgin, are you, Kitten?"

"Yes. This is my first time. I'm giving you my cherry."

"Holy shit! Christ almighty!" He grabbed my hip bones. I grit my teeth. He pulled me back firmly, and I felt a sharp pain, incredible pressure, another pressure deep inside, and the tickle of wiry hairs on my bald cunt. He was in all the way. I also felt Mom's tongue trying to wedge in alongside his cock, but there was no way that would happen. I was tight as a drum. Grandpa seemed on the verge of a religious experience.

He allowed me to adjust to the filling pressure, then began a slow, easy, short stroke that felt marvelous. All the while, Mom's tongue darted about in frantic, excited explorations that added to our pleasures. Before long, Grandpa was fucking my horny cunt in earnest, and I was taking the incestuous fuck with ease like a girl born to fuck. God, I loved it! I loudly and continuously let them both know how much I loved my first fuck.

I came gloriously every time Mom fastened on my clit. Grandpa came after a good long screwing, pumping what seemed like a pint of sperm deep up my womb. He continued to slowly fuck as his dick deflated. Mom licked at the sperm seeping out. Grandpa pulled out to watch her lick our combined spend. She put on a good performance for him. She ate it up and swallowed it all. After the last sperm seeped out, I sat erect and settled my cunt on her mouth. This brought more fuck sauce down, and I enjoyed her tongue probing deep, licking the walls of my pussy.

I stood up, turned around, and squatted with my hands on my widespread knees, rocking my twat on Mom's nose while she continued licking a moving target. I smiled impishly at Grandpa and said, "I trained her good, huh?"

"You did an excellent job, Kitten."

"This would make a good picture with my cunt dripping sperm, wouldn't it?"

"That is exactly what I want."

After a few minutes, I eased off. Grandpa was all smiles. He said, "When can I see this specialty you mentioned?"

"Right now is fine with me. I have to go bad." Mom knew this was coming. She got off the bed and followed us into the dining room. I told Grandpa to take a seat, as I hopped up on the table and yawned my legs open wide. I rested one foot on the back of his chair and the other on another chair. My ass was at the table's edge, and he had his chair up close.

I looked at Mom and said, "I want to show Grandpa what a good piss drinker you are, Mom. Let's start by getting your whole face good and wet." I leaned back on my elbows as Mom got her face in position. When I started peeing, she rubbed her entire face in the piss fountain.

Grandpa clapped and cheered, "Fantastic. That was super."

"Okay, Mom, now get a drink. Let him see the stream." She poised her open mouth an inch away, and I let lose a short stream. She swallowed a mouthful in one big gulp to Grandpa's excited cheer of "more."

We went through the full range of variations. I added having her catch my piss in her cupped hands, so she could lap the puddle from her hands. Grandpa wanted to see her use a drinking straw. Mom went for a straw and pressed one end to my piss hole. The straw was a clear plastic one, so the amber fluid raced up and into her sucking lips. We all liked that novel way of sucking piss, and I made a mental note to bring the straw on Saturday. For my finale, I had her do as she did earlier at Susan's house. I dribbled out the last as she lapped piss from my slit. I dragged that out for five minutes as me and Grandpa conversed, making plans for our future photo sessions.

He told me that Mom always balked at anal sex and letting guys cum in her mouth. I told him she'd do that and anything else he could dream up. I also told him to make all arrangements through me, and I'd see to it that Mom did well. I added, "I sure would love to see Mom eating Grandma's pussy. Is there any chance of that?"

"Well, she sure loves to have her twat munched on. She's seen all of Bonnie's pictures. She beats off to them, has for years. The problem is, she won't want to destroy the image she has projected for decades. If she knew I told you this, she'd kill me and then herself."

Mom stopped and said, "Daddy, are you serious? Mom has seen all of my pictures?"

"Honey, your mother knew of my plans from the very first. She told me what shots she wanted and has put her two cents in from day one. She pressured me for pictures of you getting screwed when you were fourteen. I refused to be responsible for the loss of your cherry. I'll bet that's a shocker isn't it?"

"Daddy, I can't believe this. Mom has always been so sweet and innocent. How could she maintain such a front for so long."

"Outside the bedroom, yes. She has her dirty side. Her other kink is seeing girls getting screwed by dogs. Her favorite is a bootleg photo of poor quality that shows a young, prepubescent, oriental girl sucking on a mastiff's dick. She's been after me for years to find a girl that will suck and fuck a dog. I've had no luck. All we have to show for our effort is a two-hundred-fifty-pound mastiff that eats like a fucking tiger."

I said, "Bruno is a neat dog, Grandpa. He lets me ride him; now, maybe I'll give him a ride. Better yet, I'll give him a ride on my mommy." Mom groaned, but did not stop her vaginal devotions to voice an objection. Actually, I was pleasantly surprised. I thought dog fucking was definitely going too far, too fast.

Grandpa said, "Oh, sweetheart, you can make your grandparents very happy if you could swing that."

I had an idea. I said, "Grandpa, does Grandma know about this tonight?"

"Yes, I called her over to listen in after Bonnie told me she was horny. She heard most everything. She is very excited about the prospect of getting you in on some photos with your mom."

"Yeah, well suppose you went back and told her that Mom is dying to go down on her and fantasizes about it constantly, and that she'd do anything to bring that fantasy to reality."

"Now that's a possibility, but I can tell you what Ruth will want. She will want to watch your mom doing a dog, specifically, Bruno."

"Mom will fuck anything. Don't worry about that. If Grandma will eat my pussy, I'll suck on her dog's dick for her myself."

"I think she'll go for it, but don't expect any reciprocal action on Bonnie. She might go down on a young girl, but not a grown woman. Sorry Bonnie, but I know the woman."

I said, "Mom doesn't need any. She loves going down on chicks who don't reciprocate, even her own mother. She'll suck her mother's pussy for hours if she wants. Tell Grandma to do it with a full bladder. That's the ultimate. You tell her that I can make Mom do anything she wants to see, and she doesn't need to pretend anymore."

"You must have inherited all of my genes. You sure are a perverted little shit, Kitten. You make me proud."

"Okay, Mom. I'm finished. Now suck Grandpa's cock hard. I need another fuck."

Mom obediently went from my cunt to her dad's cock. She raised a stiff boner after a good long sucking. I told her to guide her father's cock in and then suck my clitty while holding his balls. We fucked that way for almost half an hour. Mom's left cheek was red and raw from the buffeting it got from her father's groin. My poor pussy wasn't much better off, but then I had Mom to kiss it and make it all better.

I told Grandpa to pull out when he was ready to cum and fuck Mom in the mouth. I said, "I'm sure she wants to prove to you that she has changed and is willing to do anything you want her to do. Isn't that right, Mommy?"

Mom said, "Yes, Daddy. You can fuck my mouth, make me fuck an animal, make me suck pussy, drink piss, anything. It's true what she says. I won't be giving you a hard time this time, or quitting. Whatever you want from me, you'll get."

Grandpa reacted to Mom's lurid statement. He yanked his cock out of my cunt and stuffed it in her mouth, filling her mouth with his spend as she sucked and swallowed enthusiastically. Grandpa left a tired but happy molester. After he left, I got down and said, "Mom, have you ever thought about doing it with a dog?"

"Sure, I think most women have. Susan did it for Red at one of his parties. I watched. It was incredible. Haven't you ever thought about dogs or ponies as sex objects?"

"Yes, but I thought it was just me thinking sick thoughts. Wow, this is great! We need our own dog, Mom."

"Let's try it with Bruno and see how it goes. You may be right. If Mom goes for this, I will be pleased. You did real good tonight, Judy. You handled everything perfectly."

I smiled and said, "So did you. You like it when I boss you around in front of other people, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. I just pretend that you have some terrible secret on me, and I have no choice but to obey. I'm sure they are thinking the same thing. I'm sure Daddy thinks that. He had no qualms about exploiting that situation, either. Of course, blackmail and coercion were never beyond him. Still, it is exciting."

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After school on Wednesday, I went straight to Susan's house and let both boys screw my pussy. I told Susan not to worry, that Mom was committed regardless of the deal she had. Furthermore, I told her the time was right to up the ante on Mom. I told her that Mom was ready to join me as one of her whores, and that Mom's services were two bits a fuck with free blow jobs. Susan was ecstatic but wanted to wait for the party to kick the new order off.

After I drained her little sex fiends, we sat and talked party plans. The list had grown to twenty-four with the addition of Mom, Dad, Grandma, Grandpa, Brad, and two more friends of hers. She said that Red had six more possibles, all young couples. I was thrilled at this news. By show time, I hoped for an audience of three dozen people.

Susan explained, "This party is being billed as a family fuck fest with Bonnie as the featured performer. These people are all hard-core swingers for the most part. They want to be shocked. The people you have invited are unknown variables. We must make sure they know what's in store and get a commitment to go along. What I want is a fuck between you and your dad, you and your grandfather, you and your Mom, your Mom and everyone including your dad's new wife. In fact, I'd like that to be the warm-up act. Trisha doesn't have to do anything for Bonnie, but I want her to use Bonnie outrageously, in the nude if possible. If she'd piss on her, that would be perfect."

"I'm not sure what Trisha and Dad might do. When I called Dad, I told him that Mom was going to put on a sex act at a wild orgy, and that he and Trisha were invited to attend. I didn't give any details, but he was very excited by the prospect. I just figured we'd end up fucking some time during this thing."

"No good, Judy. You need to pay them a visit and get something going before hand. Lay it out for them and try to get him to screw you before hand. Get Trisha to agree to start the show and pin her down as to what she will do. Encourage her. Go down on her. Suck her piss. Do whatever you have to do, but her act is very important. She could get your Mom heated up faster than anyone. I know; Bonnie fantasizes about being at Trisha's mercy. She'd go down on Trisha in a heart beat."

"I'll go over there tonight. I'll have Mom take me, and then I'll make her wait in the car. Dad and Trisha would love that by itself. If I screwed Daddy and then walked out to the car, naked, with his cum pouring from my pussy, they'd really get off."

"Yes, but if your face was covered in pussy slime and they walked with you, imagine their delight when you grab Mommy and give her a long wet kiss."

"To hell with a kiss. I'll just tell her to lick my face and then suck my pussy. When she's finished, I'll make her get out of the car and lie down on the driveway. I'll straddle her body and piss all over her."

"That would be perfect, but could you get away with that in their neighborhood?"

"Hell yes. They're rich. How do you think Mom survives without working. She made out like a bandit because he cheated. She gets alimony and child support. Besides, they have a circular driveway and their house is secluded."

"Super, then do it. Now, about granny. I know your grandfather will be no problem. Bonnie told me all about him. Granny will need an ice breaker. Can you see her tomorrow or Friday night?"

"If I can get her dog Bruno to screw Mom, that will break the ice with her."

"Interesting. Does your Mom know that?"

"Yes, and she's willing."

"I thought so. Okay, no problem. I can supply the pooch if Bruno doesn't work out. He's good, a Dalmatian. He knows exactly what to do. All he needs to see is pussy. Granny will love it; so will Mommy."

"Bruno is a huge mastiff. I've never seen his cock, but I'll bet it's a monster. Hey, why don't we include a doggie act as well?"

"Great idea, but she might balk at doing a dog in such a large group."

"I don't think so. Not if we hold it till last and surprise her. We need a good finale, right?"

"That would be a good one. If Bruno works out, he'd be the best choice. Now, all you have to do is get Granny to commit to letting Bonnie go down on her at the party, and we're all set."

"Let's talk about the piss act. That's my part, remember?"

"Oh yes, how could I forget? Well, what have you got in mind?"

"I'm stymied. I want to put on a very visual demonstration. I want the people to know for a certainty that it isn't faked, that the piss is coming right from my bladder, that Mom is drinking it down, and I want it to go on all throughout the night. I plan to drink gallons."

"I'll get you a case of near beer. Your plan sounds wonderful, but are you sure she's that ready?"

"Absolutely. She knows what I want to do, and she knows I want everyone to know that she sucks and drinks my piss, always. There's no pretense at all, now. She even suggested a few ideas of her own that were better than anything I came up with."

"Such as."

"For one, she suggested a great position. She carries me upside-down with my back to her chest and my legs out in the splits. She reaches around my hips with her hands and uses her fingers to form my cunt into a bowl. I let my piss dribble into my pussy bowl while she laps at the pool. Some seeps inside, but she sucks my hole to get it. When it's all gone, I fill the bowl again. We practice this a lot. She agreed to carry me to people for close-up demonstrations."

"You two blow me away, Judy. You really did break her in good. I've noticed the difference. This morning, I asked Bonnie if she wanted a warm-up for her coffee. She nodded, then took her cup and held it to my twat. I squirted her cup full. I did not expect her to drink it. It was a joke. She drank from her cup without a word. When her cup was empty, she pushed my skirt up and held the cup in place for a refill. I gladly filled it. While I drank coffee this morning, Bonnie drank my piss."

"She's been properly trained."

"Yes, it would appear so. I thoroughly enjoyed that. Most of all, I enjoy not pretending. When I saw her cup needing more, I'd stand with my legs wide, pull my cunt lips open, and thrust my cunt out, saying, "Here, want some more piss, Bonnie?" She'd smile and press the cup's rim tight into my cunt while I filled her cup. She'd then drink a big sip and lick her lips. She drinks piss faster than coffee. I had trouble keeping up with demand."

"I know. She really does love the stuff. I think she will enjoy that part of Saturday night. I'm not at all concerned about that. I just want more great ways of showing off her talents."

"Okay, here's one. Get one of those plastic champagne glasses, you know, like they use at cheap weddings. They come in two parts: the base, and the stem with the cup part. Take the stem and saw it off at the base so there's a small hole in the bottom of the stem. If you center this hole over your piss hole with your twat up, your piss will fill the glass from the bottom up. She can sip piss from the rim or lap it from the bowl."

"Oh, God! That would be fantastic!"

"Another way is to fill the glass and have her slide the stem down your slit, keeping the hole in contact with your flesh until the stem slips into your cunt hole. Once there, the contents will flow into your pussy, filling your vaginal cavity with your piss. She can suck the piss out, or you can push piss up by contracting your abdominal muscles. The modified champagne glass also makes a great funnel. You can make her lie down as you squat over the rim while the stem is in her mouth."

"That's perfect, Susan. God, I love you. Mom will love you. I need one of those right away."

"I may have some. Remind me before you leave. Are we all set, now?"

"As set as we'll ever be. Oh, when will the boys be screwing her?"

"Right after Trisha does her thing. You might plan your first piss demonstration as a filler act, no pun intended."

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I returned home with the plastic glass and found Mom putting away groceries. I called Dad and arranged to stop by when he and Trisha would be there. He said I could swing by anytime. Mom drove me to Dad's house without knowing my plans. She parked with the driver's side facing the front door, twenty-feet away. She looked frightened and nervous as I said, "You stay right here, and don't disappoint me." I stopped at the door to look back at her. Her "Yes dear" sounded very submissive, and I gave her a smile as I went in.

Trisha and Dad were there to greet me with warm hugs. I said, "I just want to run up to my room for a second. Wait here, okay?"

Dad said, "What the hell is going on with your mom and this orgy, Judy? Are you involved in this? Does she know you invited us?"

"I'll explain everything in a minute, okay?"

Trisha, peered out the window and saw Mom sitting in the car. She said, "Honey, invite her in."

I said, "No, let her wait out there."

She said, "We can at least be polite. Go invite her."

Dad said, "Hell no. If Judy says let her wait, let her wait."

I smiled my mischievous smile and ran upstairs. I quickly changed into my bra and panty set and enhanced their obscene display by pulling the crotch band completely within my cunt lips, showing my shaved pussy lips. I also made sure the back was fully up my crack, and I pulled the bra cups down to further expose my nipples. I gave myself the once-over in the mirror and was pleased to see that I displayed more than they'd ever seen of me.

When I made my entrance, they both gasped. Trisha giggled and cupped her smile. Dad's eyes strayed to my cunt. I walked around them with my sexiest hip sway, stopped before them, and did a slow turn with my chest out and arms back, letting them feast their eyes. Trisha said, "Honey, it isn't bedtime, you know."

Dad said, "Judy, you better get your clothes back on. If your mother sees what we bought you, we could lose our visitation rights."

I stood before them with my feet planted wide, my hands on my hips, and proclaimed, "Don't worry about her, Daddy. My mother has been a very bad girl, and I could ruin her if I wanted to. She knows it, too. You don't ever have to worry about anything as far as she's concerned. From now on, visitation is when we decide."

Trisha said, "My, but you are an aggressive bad little girl, aren't you? I must say, I do like what I'm hearing, seeing too. It's obvious you are feeling independent. We certainly won't slow you down, will we dear?"

"Hell no, not if she's going to wear her panties like that."

I said, "I shaved, or didn't you notice."

"I noticed, believe me, I noticed."

Trisha knelt before me, peered closer, and said, "It looks like you shaved off all the hair. Did you?"

I thrust out my loins and said, "Why don't you look for yourself?"

She glanced up at Dad, smiled, then hooked her index finger in the low waistband and pulled them away, declaring, "Oh, you did, you nasty thing you. Oh, it's beautiful. Don't you think her shaved vagina is beautiful, Frank?"

Daddy hooked a finger alongside hers and pulled down until the crotch band pulled from between my lips. He bent low for a closer look and said, "God damn, this is pretty! Here's to independence and watching TV in the nude, hey kiddo?"

"Here's to you coming to your old house and watching your old TV in the nude while your old wife serves you and your new wife while you do anything you please with her daughter, and I mean, anything."

Dad moved my panties to my knees, then stood back and gazed on my pussy. Trisha laughed and said, "That'll be the day."

I said, "I'm serious, Trisha. You can do anything you want with me, and do it in front of Mom. I'm very willing, and I am a very bad girl, too."

Dad said, "Is that a fact?"

I smiled impishly and teased, "I want you to take advantage of me, you too, Trisha. I want to be child molested. I've been dying to be properly molested, but you guys move so slowly. At this rate, I'll never get screwed, and I may never get to eat out my sexy step-mother."

Trisha bit her lower lip with eyes wide as Daddy said, "Jesus Christ, Judy! That suits us fine, but what have you got on her?"

"Enough. I can't tell you unless she pisses me off. She knows she better not do that. I set her up for this orgy. She's going because I am making her go. She knows you two will be there to watch, also."

Dad said, "See, Trisha, I told you she wanted more."

Trisha slipped a finger up my hole, saying, "Jesus! She's wet. You're right, she wants it bad, sweetheart. This girl is so horny."

Dad stopped Trisha's fingering, saying, "Just relax, Trisha. I want to get to the bottom of this. We're not doing a damn thing with Bonnie sitting in our driveway."

I said, "Okay, if you need convincing, watch this."

I pulled the panties back into place and made for the door. Dad cried out, "Honey, that's not being wise."

I turned and said, "Just watch."

I marched out as they made for the window. Mom sat up and stared intently as I sauntered and swayed with exaggerated hip movement. I came up to the driver's window, turned my back to her with my feet wide, and bent as low as possible, wiggling my ass in her astonished face. I looked up to see them looking out with astonished but amused grins, then sauntered back to the front door and peered inside, saying, "Daddy, would you please step out here with me. I want Mom to see us together."

Daddy cautiously came out and stood behind me. I backed into his embrace and brought his hands around me. When he could see that Mom was not about to do or say anything, I guided his left hand inside my panties. Dad was soon groping my crotch as I ground my ass against his growing cock.

Trisha was just inside the door and said, "My God, Frank, are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"If you think I'm fingering her pussy in front of Bonnie, then that's what I'm doing."

I added, "He's doing it good, too, but he's only using one finger and he isn't going in all the way like I prefer."

Dad fixed that and said, "Trisha, come on out here. I want you in on this too."

Trisha cautiously came out and stood beside us. She watched Mom sitting there doing nothing, then glanced to my crotch and cupped her hand over her mouth to stifle a laughing smile, saying, "Oh, shit, you are doing it. I can't believe she's just watching you finger Judy."

"Yes, and I'm doing it right. This kid has been bad. She's no virgin. Come on, Trisha, pull her panties out of the way. Let's let Bonnie get a better look."

Trisha looked to me and said, "Should I?"

"Yes, in fact, take them all the way off."

Mom couldn't hear anything with the windows rolled up, but her eyes never left us. Trisha giggled, looked at Mom, then knelt beside me so as not to block her view. She reached for the waistband and said, "Okay, here goes." She drew my panties slowly down my legs, revealing Dad's fingers working in my cunt, smearing my slick juices over my bare crotch. Trisha removed the panties from my feet, and I stepped out wide.

Trisha stood and said, "Jesus, she isn't saying a word. This is so exciting." Trisha reached over and toyed with my nipples, pulling the cups off my tits. She leaned in and flicked at my nipples with her tongue while watching for Mom's reaction.

Trisha became bolder and sucked hard on my right nipple while groping my left tit. Dad had both hands at work. With one, he fucked me. The other was rubbing vigorously on my clit. My hands were behind my back rubbing his cock. Trisha was playing to her audience of one and suddenly cried out, "God, I love doing this in front of her. Honey, I want to do more. Lots more."

"What the hell else is there? Do you want me to ball the kid?"

I said, "I could suck your dick."

Trisha excitedly said, "Yes, Frank, let her suck your dick. I want Bonnie to see that."

"All right. I'm game." I quickly spun around and stood to the side with my naked ass partially in Mom's direction. Trisha freed Dad's cock and fisted his erect shaft toward my waiting lips. I closed my mouth over his nine-inch cock and sucked him in deep, bringing forth a deep moan from him. Trisha said, "Oh, yes, suck that cock, baby. Suck it for Mommy. Make him shoot all over your face, sweetheart."

I said, "I would, but I'd rather he came in my pussy."

"Yes, do it, Frank. Fuck her right here."

"No way, Trisha. I'll fuck her inside, but not here, no way."

Trisha laid her cheek on my ass and reached into my crotch while looking at Mom. Her delicate fingers pried my cunt lips apart, and she entered me with a finger. She laughed and said, "She's watching me finger-fuck her little girl, and she can't do a damn thing about it. Relax, Frank. Whatever Judy has on her, it's good. You're right. She's no virgin, Frank. Too bad. I wish Bonnie's window was down so she could hear all this."

I said, "If you want the window down, go tell her to roll it down. In fact, tell her what you want her to hear right to her face."

"I couldn't. Could I? Should I, Frank? I'd love to tell her what we plan to do with Judy in graphic detail. I will if you want."

"Go right ahead. Judy seems to have a grip on this. She knows what she has on her. It must be damned good."

I offered, "Do it, Trisha. While you're there, tell her you are going to make me suck your pussy, too."

"Are you serious? Would you actually do that?"

"Yes, I'm dying to. Do me a favor and wipe my pussy juice on her face. If she doesn't lick your fingers clean, I'll strip her naked and piss all over her, and she knows it. You don't have to order her to lick, just offer your hand."

"That does it. I'm going." She wet her whole hand in my soupy twat, then strode over to the car. I turned my head to watch. Mom rolled the window down as Trisha came up. Trisha said, loud enough for us to hear, "I just wanted to let you know that we plan to take Judy inside and Frank is going to fuck her adorable little cunt. Do you have a problem with that, Bonnie?"

Mom said, "No, no problem."

"Good, then you should have no qualms about me making her lick my cunt then."

"No, do with her as you please."

"We always have and plan to do much more with unlimited visitation at your house or ours."

"I understand."

"Good, then I expect you to provide us with a house key."

Mom took the key off her key ring and handed it to Trisha, saying, "You can take this one. I keep a spare under the mat."

Trisha smiled at us, then held out the hand that had been fingering me. She held a wet finger close to Mom's lips, then dragged that wet finger across her lips, gently forcing the finger inside as Mom surrendered and opened her mouth. Mom then began to earnestly, slavishly lick and suck Trisha's entire hand. Trisha turned and smiled at us while this was going on. Trisha dipped her other hand into her shorts. She fingered herself, then offered that freshly-wet finger to Mom. Mom sucked Trisha's fuck finger right into her mouth.

Dad and I took a break to watch them more closely. Trisha was deliriously excited. I stood beside Dad and kept him erect by stroking his cock, though that was hardly necessary. Trisha usually wears tight-fitting short shorts, as Dad admires her tight ass and dancer's legs. She teaches dance and studied ballet. Suddenly, Trisha jerked her shorts down, panties and all. She kicked free of them, then demonstrated her athletic prowess and agility by throwing her right leg up on the car's roof, moving her obscenely open cunt to the window opening, saying, "Here, if you like my cunt so much, have at it."

Mom did. She went about her task without hesitation, pressing her face in fully to Trisha's sideways beaver. Trisha looked to us and said, "God, I love this, Frank--your ex-wife sucking my pussy. She's good, too. She's sticking her tongue way up my hole, Frank. She loves my twat; I can tell."

Daddy said to me in a soft voice, "I've never seen Trisha this excited about anything. She's going berserk over this whole thing. The orgy is all she's talked about after your call. Judy, you must at least give me a hint as to how this came about."

"Daddy, I can't. That's my control. If it ever got out that I told anyone, I'd lose my control over her. She trusts me to stay quiet as long as she behaves herself. I will, too. She's been behaving herself very well, don't you agree?"

"Absolutely. Okay, I won't say any more about it. I just wonder where to draw the line. If I knew what kind of hand you held, I'd have an idea, at least."

"I'm holding a royal flush, Dad. You can do anything, believe me. I would think I proved that already."

"Yes, but can she actually tolerate us having sex?"

"Dad, if you want, I'll make her lick us while we fuck. I'll sit on her face afterwards, and piss in her mouth. I did it last night after Grandpa took my cherry."

"Jesus, so that old codger finally nailed you. I figured he would. This is too fucking much. Don't get me wrong. I'm all for it. I wish it had been me, but that's okay."

Trisha disengaged herself from Mom's mouth, picked up her shorts, and sauntered back, swinging the shorts and her naked ass. She dropped the shorts on reaching us, firmly took me by the hair on the back of my head, and whispered, "This is just play acting, okay?"

I smiled with my back to Mom as Trisha made as though forcing me to my knees before her spread legs. She pulled my head into her crotch and humped my face, saying, "This is how I treat your little darling daughter, Bonnie." Under her breath, and without moving her lips, Trisha said, "Tell me to stop if you want, Judy. You don't have to do anything unless you want to."

I probed deep up her hole as my answer, then made as though munching her cunt. I said quietly, "I told her you made me eat you while you were dating Dad, and that you use me all the time. I told her Dad fucks my ass and makes me suck his dick. I also said I have to lick you guys when you fuck and eat Dad's cum from your pussy. She believed me, so go for it."

That was all Trisha needed to hear. She practically shouted, "She eats my fuck, Bonnie. I make her lick us while we're fucking. She's an obedient child. She does what I tell her to do. I hope you're proud of her, are you?"

Mom made her reply sound reluctant, almost on the verge of tears, but she said, "Yes, I'm proud."

Trisha turned to Frank and said, "Frank, I want more of this. Can I keep going, please! I want to bring her inside. I want her to watch you fuck Judy. Please Frank!"

"All right, go get her. This is your show, Trisha. Judy assured me that there is no limit to what she'll take. I believe her, now. Have yourself a ball, sweetheart."

Trisha released me and strode over to the car. She jerked the car door open and said, "Get out. I don't think you fully understand things. I think a demonstration is in order."

I came over and escorted Mom on her right side as Trisha guided her by the left elbow. As we walked inside, I said, "Mom, you never looked better than you do with your head between Trisha's legs. Your mouth and her pussy are a perfect match. From now on, I want to see that perfect match as often as possible."

Trisha giggled and said, "Why thank you, sweetheart. I couldn't agree more."

I added, "From now on, I want you to politely ask Trisha for permission to suck her pussy whenever she is near you. If you know what's good for you, you'll put enthusiasm in your request and do a good job of sucking her cunt."

Trisha laughed and said, "That's marvelous. Did you hear that, honey? I have a pussy slave, your ex-wife no less. I think that's fantastic."

We stopped in the middle of the living room. Daddy took a seat on the sofa. Trisha said, "You know, Bonnie, I've always thought you were so pretty. I simply adore your breasts. Now I get to see them and play with them. Strip for us, and do strip slow and sexy. Here, I'll put some music on for you."

She went to the stereo and put on some funky latin number. Mom turned beet red, but started to sway to the beat. She soon had a good bump and grind going and was undoing the buttons on her blouse. Trisha clapped and shouted, "Take it off. Take it all off, baby!"

Mom continued doing her best striptease, twirling her blouse after removing it. She then teased at the clasp of her bra. She released it but held the cups over her tits and revealed them one at a time. She then tossed the bra behind her and fondled her tits. Trisha and Dad applauded and cheered her on. Trisha went and sat beside Dad. I sat on his other side, stroked his dick, and shouted, "We want pussy! Show pink meat!"

Mom shimmied out of her pants after kicking off her shoes. She danced around in her panties while we shouted, "Show pink!"

I could see that Mom was getting into this exhibition, though she tried not to let that show. Mom teasingly hooked her fingers in the waistband and slowly drew them down. When her bald pussy came into view, we all applauded and shouted more encouragements. Mom responded by quickly divesting herself of the panties. Totally naked now, she danced in front of us while we chanted, "Pink meat."

In response, she reached to her cunt lips and slowly pried them open while leaning back with her knees out wide. Her cunt looked like a large pink oval, six inches long and three inches wide, with her hole showing as a dark area down low. Her clit stood out proud and reflected her level of excitement.

We demanded more. In response, she turned her back to us, spread her legs out wide, bent low at the waist, then reached around with both hands and pried her cheeks apart, giving us a good look at her pink, puckered asshole and her cunt hanging open and wet. She inched her fingertip to the edges of her cunt lips and pried them wide. For that, we applauded, but shouted, "More!"

She brought her hand back to her front and reached between her legs to masturbate. She fingered her hole and rubbed her clit. We shouted, "More!"

She dropped to the floor and rolled onto her back. She brought her legs straight up in a wide "V" and resumed masturbating. We shouted, "More!" and she planted her feet wide and raised her ass up as high as she could until she rested on her feet and head, her body doubled back in a high arch. In this position, she masturbated furiously. Trisha reached out with her bare foot and used her big toe to fondle Mom's cunt. Mom gave her access and tried to fuck herself on Trisha's big toe. Trisha laughed and wiggled her toe deep in Mom's pussy. Mom ground her cunt on Trisha's foot.

When we wanted more, she got on her hands and knees, crawled between Trisha's legs and begged, "May I please suck your pussy?"

Trisha threw her legs out with a giggle and said, "Be my guest." Mom dove on her gash and sucked voraciously, like a cunt-starved dyke. Trisha giggled and squirmed while holding Mom by the ears. Mom's hand crept into Dad's lap and closed over his shaft. I let her have his familiar cock, then got on my belly to suck the head while she played with the shaft. Trisha watched all this, then turned to Dad and said, "Life doesn't get any better than this, huh, sweetheart?"

"I'll say. Is she a good cunt sucker?"

"The best. I could let her do this all day long. She looks great doing this to me, doesn't she?"

"It's as it should be. You are the better woman."

Mom intensified her sucking with dramatic subservience, smearing her face in Trisha's gash. I also noticed she pumped faster on Dad's dick. She appeared to concur with his statement, and wanted to hear more. Dad said, "She is acknowledging that fact as only one woman can for another, by using her mouth on the superior woman's pussy."

Mom responded with renewed effort that had Trisha squirming and moaning, nearing a climax. Trisha tossed off her top and sprawled back totally nude, mauling her own tits and crying, "Yes, it's so true. She knows her place, and she knows how to show it. She's not holding back at all. Uhhh, yesss, suck my clitty, Bonnie! Ughhh... Uggghhh... Ugggghhhh! FUCK!"

Trisha heaved violently and bucked her cunt into Mom's sucking mouth. Mom gripped her by the hips and tried to hang on to the spasmodic woman. Trisha slowly returned to Earth and then went into a total slump as Mom lazily licked at her weeping hole. Trisha looked down with a weary smile and watched Mom dutifully licking her spend. Trisha smiled up at Dad, and said, "Did you ever in your life think you'd see this day, dear? Look how she lovingly laps my cunt hole, lapping up my cunt juice like a dog."

Trisha rolled to her side facing us and brought her left leg straight up to show exactly what Mom's tongue was doing. Mom was licking deep in Trisha's hole with long, slow, penetrating laps. Trisha rolled onto her back and drew her legs back, hooking her arms inside and under each knee. With her head supported by the back of the sofa, Trisha could look into her own cunt while Mom gave her a dramatic display of sexual servitude. Mom licked long and deep, then moved to Trisha's asshole and stuck her tongue inside, bringing an excited squeal from Trisha.

After Trisha adjusted to the unnatural penetration, she looked to Dad and said, "I think Bonnie is trying to tell me something, dear."

"Yes, it certainly looks that way. I think she just surrendered totally. She's telling you that she is honored to serve you."

"Is that what you're telling me, Bonnie? Is that why you're licking my asshole?"

Mom raised up and said, "Yes! I do want to serve you, Trisha. You are the better woman, and I want to acknowledge that fact any way I can, in any way that pleases you."

Mom returned to tongue-fucking Trisha's asshole. Trisha said, "You know, Frank, I think she means it. She's serious."

Mom raised up and said, "I am serious, Trisha, and I want to prove it by drinking your piss. Will you piss in my mouth, please?" Mom then moved her mouth to Trisha's piss hole and began nursing hard. Trisha was shocked and looked up to Dad.

Dad shrugged and said, "Go for it!"

"Should I?"

"You'd be crazy not to. Why pass up the chance. She asked for it. She's waiting."

"I know, she's practically sucking the piss out of my bladder."

"So, do it. Piss!"

Trisha had trouble relaxing, though she appeared to be trying very hard. Mom encouraged her by moaning in expectation. Finally, we heard moans of satisfaction from Mom, and moans of relief from Trisha. Mom's throat steadily contracted with each swallow, and Trisha exclaimed in astonishment, "God, I'm pissing in her mouth, Frank. I'm pissing right now." Mom eased off so the piss would splash off her face, then resumed her sucking and drinking. Trisha emptied her bladder, and Mom drank all she could catch.

I smiled up at Dad and said, "She does that for me, too, only I usually drench her in the process."

Dad said, "This is not the same woman I married once. I like her better this way."

Trisha finished her pissing, and Mom licked her slit like a dog. Trisha pushed her away and sat up, saying, "Shit, that was fantastic. All of it." She grabbed Mom by the head and kissed her. Mom sat back on her heels with a smile. Trisha sat back with her feet on the sofa's edge, keeping her knees widely parted. She looked Mom over and said, "Well, it looks like we need to establish a few new ground rules. Why don't you fuck my pussy with one of your beautiful tits while I tell you what they are."

Mom didn't hesitate. She used her right hand to squeeze her right tit into distention. She placed her inch-long nipple in the hole and stuffed two inches of tit meat in behind it. She pulled out to run her turgid nipple teasingly around Trisha's clit, then stuffed the hole again, repeating this process over and over. Trisha swooned at the first contact, then drew her legs up and open, holding her feet by the toes, watching Mom eagerly applying herself to the obscene task.

It took Trisha a while before she could speak, so absorbed was she in watching. Finally, she said, "First, there are no visitation rules. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I gave you a key. I will deliver and pick up Judy; she's at your beck and call." Mom used her left hand to stimulate Trisha's clit while running her nipple up and down Trisha's wet slit.

"Good, and we will be using Judy sexually without limits at your house or ours."

"Yes, I understand that. I want you to use her and enjoy her body. I will help in any way I can, and keep this totally confidential. And don't worry about me going back; I can't." Mom stuffed Trisha's cunt.

"Great! I think we will get along just fine. Now, I want you to assist Frank in screwing your daughter. I want you to get behind her and pick her up as she sits in a full squat. You will then bring her to Frank's cock and lower her onto it. You can assist in the fucking by lifting and setting her on his cock."

Mom said, "I'm ready. Judy, are you ready?"

I got down in a low squat facing Dad with my back to Mom. Mom reached around me with both hands and cupped the backs of my thighs, lifting me straight up. Trisha held her husband's cock up and ready, as Mom brought me over and guided my twat over the head. Trisha guided the cock, and like train cars coupling, we came together. Mom settled me gently until I sat on Dad's pubic hairs and mashed them flat. She then fucked me on my father's cock as Dad and I made agreeable moans and groans. He fondled my breasts as Trisha toyed with our united genitals.

After several minutes of this, Trisha said, "Okay, I'm satisfied that you are serious, Bonnie. Let her go." Mom released me and stepped back. Trisha addressed me, saying, "Judy, turn around and lie back on your father in our TV position, only keep his dick in you."

I stood up, turned around, and re-impaled myself, settling back comfortably in Dad's arms. I spread my legs out wide to give Mom a good look at Dad's cock buried in my pussy. Dad grabbed me behind the thighs and widened my legs. He used his hold to lift and drop me, making his cock go in and out. Trisha knelt at his right knee and addressed Mom, saying, "All right, Bonnie, now I want you to lick them while they fuck." Mom moved in and started licking us. She lapped from Dad's balls to my clit, and her energetic licking felt fantastic.

Trisha loved watching her do this, and said, "That's how we watch TV, only I'm usually in Judy's place and she's in yours. Nice huh?"

Mom said, "Oh, yes, I love this."

Dad picked up the tempo. Mom intensified her efforts, actually trying to insinuate her stiff tongue alongside my dad's dick. Trisha fingered Mom's pussy while Mom fingered Trisha's. We all came together within minutes of each other and collapsed in a heap of sweaty bodies.

Without being told, Mom continued to lick our genitals, mopping the seeping cum and fuck juices as Dad's organ gradually wilted inside my pussy. As his dick shrank, more and more fuck sauce oozed out to be gathered on Mom's lips and tongue. Trisha was beside herself watching Mom perform this obscene service. When Dad's cock slipped out, and Mom glued her mouth to my hole, going at the rich treasure inside like a starving pervert, Trisha exploded in another climax.

After we recovered, Dad and I snuggled in each other's arms while Trisha put Mom through her paces once more. Mom performed like a trained seal, as Trisha assumed the most provocative and lewd positions her imagination and limber body could manage. Mom put on an impressive demonstration of the cunt-sucker's art. She tried to make love to a moving target and was mostly successful.

I managed to get Trisha aside for a private chat about the party while Dad got a blow job from his ex-wife. We went to the kitchen. I told her all about our plans and assured her that there would be no prudes at that gathering. She resisted the idea, at first, but the more she thought about it, the more she came to like the idea, and the more ideas she came up with for enhancing her performance. In the end, she agreed. I asked her how Dad might feel about screwing me in that crowd. She said he probably would once he got turned on, and her act would definitely turn him on. She told me to count on a fatherly fucking. I dropped to my knees and thanked her properly. Mom and I departed very satisfied and sticky.

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On Thursday, Mom and I rested all day and all night. My rest was interrupted three times by Billie and Stevie. Mom's rest got disturbed by her daddy's cock when he stopped by to tell us how things were with Grandma. He told us that she was getting mentally ready to drop her facade, but cautioned me to start slowly and take charge as I had with him. We agreed to spend the next day with them until it was time for my date with Brad.

I skipped school on Friday. Mom and I ate breakfast together. She looked pensive. I said, "What's wrong, Mom?"

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about my mother. I just realized that I never really knew her. What I saw was all a lie. She wanted me to get screwed at fourteen. She put Daddy up to all those pictures. She knew what we were doing in that studio out back. She knew what those men were doing to me, and she got off on it. I find that so hard to accept."

"We all put on faces, Mom. You did with me and Dad."

"That's true, but nothing like Mom did with me. She really had me fooled. She had everybody fooled."

"Yeah, but won't it be good to put that lie to rest, clear the air between you."

"Yes, I suppose, but I feel like I am meeting her for the first time. Suppose I don't like the real her? I might hate my real mother. That is so sad to think about."

"I don't think you'll hate her. I don't think she is all that different than she is now. Her true self is a whole bunch of good and a smidgen of bad. You, of all people, should relate to that."

"What do you mean?"

"You should know how sexual compulsions can drive you to do things against your ordinary nature. Is what your mom did any worse than pimping your fifteen-year-old daughter to your best friend just so she'll let you watch people fucking?"

"I never thought about it that way, but you're right."

"I am, and you are still the same you, only there's another facet to your personality, now. What's more, I like that nasty facet. I think you will like your mom's nasty facet, too. You'll just have more mom to love, that's all."

Mom got out of her seat and embraced me with tears in her eyes. She said, "Oh, baby, you are so smart. You know just what to say. You are so perceptive. You see things so clearly for one so young. Sometimes, I feel like the daughter and you feel like my mother. God, I love you so much. I adore you."

She began planting tender kisses all over my neck and face. My heart swelled. I basked in her love. The kisses converged on my lips and we kissed, not like mothers and daughters kiss, but as lovers kiss. Our tongues teased each other, dancing at our lips. Her tongue wanted in my mouth. I opened for it. We had never kissed this way. The kiss was more than sexual; it was love, passionate love. I reciprocated, moving my tongue in her mouth. Our kiss was a passionate bonding. We eagerly crossed the line and became lovers with that kiss.

Mom straddled my legs and sat on my thighs, her robe falling open. I cupped her sex and fingered her pussy. She was sopping wet and grinding her hot cunt on my hand as her hands stroked my face. Between kisses, we both expressed our love for each other. I wanted to love her properly, naked, in her bed, and give her what she craved, a good cunt loving. During a break in our kissing, I purred, "Mom, let's go to your bed. I want to make love."

She pulled back, her eyes wide and smiling. She got up and took my hand. Together we crossed the threshold to her bedroom. Together we dropped our garments, and together we melted into each other's arms, then fell onto the bed.

We rolled together, kissed, felt each other's bodies with groping, penetrating fingers. We mashed our warm flesh together, rolling and rolling from one side to the other. When we arrived at the center with me on top, I stopped us and got up on my arms. I silenced her with a finger to her lips and said, "Let me love you, Mother. Please, just lie still. I want to love your vagina. I have always wanted to lick your pussy, Mom, more than any other. Relax and let me show you how much I adore you and your magnificent pussy."

Mom was in a delirium of love and passion. Her breathing was labored. Her eyes stared back as through a fog. Slowly, gently, softly, I planted tender kisses down her neck, over her breasts, on her nipples, down her belly, to her upper thighs, from one to the other, getting lower and lower, moving steadily in on her beautiful pussy as her legs moved out further and further.

She had her legs drawn back and knees laid flat. Her head was propped up on two pillows. She keeps a hand mirror on her bedstand. When she reached for the mirror and positioned it at her right inner thigh, I knew why. She watched me planting kisses all around her pussy, teasing kisses. I gradually closed in on my target, keeping my head turned to give her the best view. My lips touched her cunt lip, and she moaned. I kissed her clit, and she gave a lurch and a groan. I kissed up one lip and down the other. She cried, "Oh, yes, darling, I love you so much."

I planted a firm kiss right in the center, mashing our lips together. She swooned. I blew hot breath on her sensitive membranes, then began licking, little snaky licks that grew stronger and stronger. The licks became laps that ran from her asshole to her clit, driving her mad. Her hips rolled and gyrated to a steady barrage of love declarations. I took her clit fully in my mouth and sucked. Her ass came up a foot off the bed and she screamed. I held on tightly, sucking for all I was worth. She heaved, bucked, and screamed her lungs out. I held her in a tight grip, sucking and sucking. Piss shot out of her, surprising me. Piss was everywhere because her piss hole wasn't in my mouth.

I didn't want to let go of my clit-lock in the middle of her orgasm, so the piss got wasted and made a big mess. She didn't seem to mind, and kept pissing and cumming. I didn't care either. It was the longest cum ever. It lasted until the piss stopped flowing, then she collapsed. I took that opportunity to lick her hole and clean the piss from her pussy and thighs.

She was in a stupor. Her body went limp, and she dropped the mirror. I just kept licking and licking, lapping up her copious spend, reaching inside with my fingers and sucking the juices off, reaching for more, swabbing her internal walls. I rubbed my face in her cunt. I could not get enough, and she loved it.

Finally, I crawled up her body and we embraced. We kissed. She licked my face. We kissed some more, then rolled onto our backs laying side by side, catching our breath. She said, "God, that was fantastic."

"I'll say. You sure have a tasty pussy, Mom."

"Thank you. So do you."

"This doesn't change anything, you know. I'm still going to treat you the same way when we are around other people."

"I know, sweetheart. I want it that way. I want this, too."

"So do I. This was great. I want people to see us making out, too, but I want to be the aggressor, and you will do most of the cunt lapping."

"That will be fine. I want it that way, in fact. You don't even have to do me."

"I want to, but it will just be to tease you. I won't let you cum, and you better never piss on me."

"I won't, I promise. I didn't mean to this time. I just lost it."

"Oh, I want you to do it when we are alone. I want to drink your piss. Piss in my face; I don't care. I just don't want anybody to see you doing that to me. You're the piss freak, not me, okay?"

"Yes, of course... You really didn't mind?"

"No, I loved it. We'll do each other from now on, at least when no one's around. Come on, Grandpa and Grandma are expecting us. It's show time. I'm taking you to be mated to their dog. Aren't you excited?"

"Yes, but I'm a little nervous. God, he's so big."

"Yeah, I hope you can handle him."

"I think I can. I put big things in my pussy all the time. I can take a giant cucumber all the way. It hurts like hell, but I love that stuffed-to-the-gills feeling. Bruno can't be that big."

"He'll be close. Don't forget, dogs swell up inside you."

"I know. Isn't that wicked? We could be stuck together like a couple of real dogs. I know they say it can't happen to humans, but it did, and I saw it. It happened to a girl in my PE class when I was in the seventh grade."

"Really! Tell me about it. We're not in that big a hurry."

"All right. Most of us didn't wear panties under our gym shorts, so they wouldn't get all sweaty. One day, this big mutt came bounding out on the soccer field and began nosing all the girls' crotches. Girls were screaming and running around, laughing, and getting silly. Well, he caught this one girl around the waist and she fell on all fours. He was on her and in her in no time. He was fucking her through the leg hole of her shorts."

"With everyone watching?"

"Hell, yes, all the girls, the female coach, even some guys who were practicing track. We all gathered around in a big circle and just watched that girl get raped by a dog."

"Nobody tried to stop it?"

"No, not even the coach. She was busy keeping everyone back; and, in effect, kept anyone from interfering. She didn't want it stopped, if you ask me. I don't think anybody did. It was so neat to watch, so erotic, so vulgar. That horny mutt was fucking the shit out of her. She was crying and trying to crawl away, but he just hung on, humping her like mad until she stopped trying to get away and surrendered. We watched a dog rape a girl, and there wasn't a damned thing she could do to stop him, or get away from him once he became locked in her cunt."

"Oh, man, that's fantastic. I love it."

"The best part was after he came. He threw one leg over her ass and got hung-up, butt to butt with her, just like dogs do. What was really neat was that we could then see his cock and her pussy where his cock moved the leg opening of her loose shorts clear. We couldn't see very well, so this track guy went up and ripped her shorts at the crotch. He ripped them right through, then shoved her shorts up her torso, taking the blouse and all, stuffing what little clothing she had on in her arm pits. He then turned around, straddled her back in reverse and pulled her ass cheeks apart for us. We saw everything then.

"We all took turns looking at her pussy stretched thin around this huge mass of swollen dog cock stuck inside. The poor girl buried her head in her arms and had to put up with the verbal abuse. They were stuck like that for a good ten or fifteen minutes. Even after he pulled out and stepped away, she remained on her knees with her head and shoulders on the grass, obscenely showing her gaping pussy and naked tits. You would not believe the things we said about her, while she sobbed in absolute shame."

"Yeah, like what did you guys say?"

"Like, 'Look at her pussy sucking on his cock.' or 'I'll bet she's in heat. Look how red and puffy her pussy lips are.' or 'Look how wet she is. Her nipples are hard as rocks. I'll bet she had an orgasm.' 'What a horny little bitch.' And I remember saying, 'Hey, Cathy, can I have one of your puppies?' Everybody laughed at that."

"Mom, that's priceless. You surprise me. What happened after that?"

"That was great, too. There were maybe forty people there, mostly young girls. While the dog was still joined to her, close to the end, the coach goes, 'Okay, everybody. You all had your fun.' As if she didn't. 'It happened. We couldn't stop it. It's done. Now, I'm sure Cathy doesn't want this getting around. Am I right, Cathy?' She nods, still sobbing softly. 'If we report this, it will get all over. You realize that, right, Cathy?'

"She nods, but she stopped sobbing. 'If we don't report this incident, however, it may happen again. The dog knows where he can find an easy mate. I know it's not your fault, Cathy, but I'm sure he sees you that way. You understand that, don't you?' She nods, but we could tell she was suspicious. Coach Andrews was a notorious dyke, and scandal seemed to find her. The coach said, 'What I propose is this: We all keep quiet about what happened to Cathy today. This will be our little secret. Will everyone swear to that?'

"We all swore with big smiles on our faces. 'Okay, everybody swears to keep this a secret, Cathy. What's done is done. No one will ever tease you about it. Isn't that right, girls?' We all agreed. She goes on, 'Now, in return, you have to lure that dog away from the other girls if he ever comes back. Will you agree to do that?' She looks up with this questioning look like she can't believe what the coach is suggesting.

"One of the girls said, 'I think she should get naked and get on all fours as soon as the dog shows up.' Cathy looked around in horror as we all seconded that idea. She couldn't believe we would make her do that. All she saw were lust-filled eyes showing no mercy. The coach said, 'Cathy, did you hear that?'

"She goes, 'Yes, but why? I can't. That's awful.' The coach says, 'Well, it's either that, or this gets all over school, all over town, to your parents, to your church. It's up to you, dear. We'll keep it all hush-hush if you cooperate. And we can huddle around you like this so no one else can see. Well, Cathy?'

"Cathy started sobbing again, but slowly nodded her head when she realized she had no choice. No one would help her, and she knew that."

"Mom, tell me it happened again."

"It did, every school day for three weeks. It was fantastic. Poor Cathy had to strip naked and let the dog screw her while we all gathered around, cheering the dog on. We were awful, Judy. When the dog showed up, a group of us gathered in a circle around Cathy while other girls went to fetch the dog. The track guys saw this and joined the circle. Two of the coach's lesbian teacher friends were also there, waiting to see if the dog showed up. The soccer field was like a side-show carnival."

"You mean you guys wanted to do this out in the open?"

"Sure, why not? No one could see inside the circle unless they were part of the circle. Besides, there was nothing unusual about a big circle of people on a soccer field. We often gathered in a big circle for instruction. The field was perfect, and being outdoors added to the thrill."

"Did she strip and get on her hands and knees?"

"No, we had to strip her and hold her down. We had to force her the next three times as well. It wasn't until the following week that she saw the futility of fighting, stripped, then got into position. That was a sight to see, Judy."

"I'll bet she was liking it by then. Is that why she stripped?"

"Who knows. She never let on how she felt about it. She just looked resigned, trapped, helpless, and friendless. She didn't look like she cared anymore. We were all surprised that she even returned to school after that first time. We thought she'd run away or kill herself. She returned everyday, and got raped everyday. For years her motives were a mystery to me, but Susan helped me understand, and I now think I know what was going on in Cathy's head."

"Please, do tell."

"No girl ever suffered shame, degradation, and humiliation as deeply as Cathy Sawyer did. She had it all. She was a sexy beauty with rich parents, the best clothes, the brightest future, and like most girls in her position, stuck up. To see Cathy raped by a dog was the ultimate for the rest of us. I'm not sure if they would have saved me if I'd been the victim, but the thought never crossed anyone's mind when the dog focused on Cathy.

She was blameless in this assault. She wasn't part of the group that teased the dog and got him all worked up. She didn't even see him coming. A group of us girls blocked her path, allowing him to jump on her back, then another girl tripped Cathy, allowing him to mount her. His dick found the mark on its own, but someone would have guided him had it not. To hear us teasing Cathy afterward, you would think she lured the dog to her and presented her pussy for fucking. As for our word to keep the secret, that didn't last five minutes off the field. The halls were a-buzz with the shocking news by the next bell."

"Did you keep the secret?"

"Hell no. I told everyone I encountered. I even told my dad."

"I don't get it. Why did she return if you guys never kept your word. Didn't she realize that her parents would eventually find out?"

"That's the part that always puzzled me. That's what I now understand."

"What? What do you understand?"

"The attraction of deep shame and humiliation. I learned some of those lessons under my father, but Susan is a master. I felt as much shame having to strip and masturbate in front of her boys as Cathy felt on that soccer field. I kept coming back for the same reasons Cathy did. I'm sure of it, now. I'm doubly sure when I think about that second week, when things got really nasty, and everybody knew Cathy was screwing a dog during PE. Hell, we'd taken pictures, and those pictures were everywhere. Cathy walked down the halls to a chorus of barking students, but she still suited-up for PE."

"She was into the humiliation."

"Exactly. To look at her, though, you'd think she were dying of shame. I look the same way, even now; but inside, I'm crying out with joy, wanting more."

"I thought so. You said it got nastier in that second week. How was that possible? Did you bring in two dogs?"

"That would not have been nastier, only more of the same. No, we wanted quality, not quantity. The doggie fuck, after just one week, wasn't enough for us. We wanted more. We demanded she engage in foreplay. The dog was, after all, her lover. Stripping wasn't enough. She had to do a sexy strip tease and dance lewdly for her lover."

"I love it."

"Yeah, but that's not all. We made her present her pussy to him while others held the dog. She had to walk up to his muzzle with her knees bowed out to receive a thorough crotch licking. After that, we held the dog up by his front paws so she could suck his cock. She got down on her knees and sucked him off till he came. To get him ready again, we made her lie on the ground with her legs wide apart and masturbate. She fucked him on her back while raising her loins to his cock. They fucked missionary style. That's the only way to fuck a dog for an audience, Judy."

"You were right. It got nastier."

"Every day was nastier and more vulgar than the day before. Keep in mind, this went on for two more weeks. On the last day, she hardly needed any prompting, and the crowd had swelled to over one hundred."

"Oh, that's fantastic! Why did it stop?"

"When it finally got to her parents, all hell broke loose. Everybody in town was talking about Cathy and her doggie lover. She couldn't walk the streets, shop, or go to church without hearing bark imitations. The coach and three other teachers got fired. Cathy was taken out of school. Their family moved away, giving up a prosperous business. It was pretty bad. You know, I'll bet that's when Mom developed her fetish about girls and dogs. Dad pried every detail out of me. Now I know he fed them to Mom."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Wow, I can't wait to see you and Bruno together."

"Me neither. You have no idea how often I fantasized it was me the dog first mounted instead of Cindy. Dad would not have moved away; he would have kept me in school and made me wear a dog collar. He told me so, and he was dead serious. Can you imagine? I get delicious chills just thinking about it."

"I know. I get chills just knowing that Brad is telling everyone that he's fucking me. Imagine what he'll be spreading after our date tonight."

"I'll go along with whatever you can live with. I'll bet you I've kicked myself a thousand times for breaking off with Dad just as he was about to make bestial enslavement a reality. After your father and I split up, Dad bought Bruno and a dog collar for me. I panicked. Dad would make me wear the collar always, and the tag says, 'Bruno's Bitch.' Could you live with that? Because I think I'm ready to wear that collar."

"I can live with anything, Mom, so long as I look cool and in charge."

"In that case, let's pull out all the stops. Let's give Brad the old submissive, pussy-whipped mom routine. Remember, you have something terrible on me, like fucking a dog perhaps."

"Maybe I'll have pictures to show him by tonight."

"Are you sure it wouldn't bother you if everyone in your school knew your mother fucks dogs?"

"Hell no! I'd love it. It's you they'd look cross-eyed at, not me. They'd think I had it made. What kid wouldn't want something like that to hold over her mother to keep her in line and always get her way. I'll be a hero; are you kidding?"

Mom rolled toward me and stroked my face, saying, "Sweetheart, if dragging me through mud will make you a hero, drag away. You can't make it muddy enough for me now. You'll see. You aren't my whore; I'm your whore." We kissed to seal that deal.

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On the way to Grandma's house, we formulated a rough plan. We both wore matching mini skirts and tube tops without underwear. Mom suggested that I get Grandma alone and warm her up. Grandma still treats me like a little child, and I am in the habit of assuming a childish demeanor with her, complete with baby talk, which in the past drove Mom up a wall.

Mom wanted some time alone with Grandpa and Bruno to check out Bruno's animal endowment and work out the details of how their copulation could be accomplished. With a dog of his size, Mom didn't think the standard doggie position would be the best to show the cock to cunt connection unless Grandma was under her. Mom was sure that wasn't likely to happen and wanted to talk Grandpa into doing it in a position where she could control the penetration. As it turned out, they knew exactly how they wanted it done and had all the equipment necessary, ready and waiting.

When we entered their house, I ran into the living room and jumped on Grandma's lap. She said, "Oh, my, we are getting to be a big girl, aren't we, Kitten?"

Mom came over and gave Grandma a kiss, saying, "Dad and I are going to go out back. He wants to show me something." She looked to me and said, "Now, don't you go climbing all over Grandma. You're not a child anymore."

I had sprawled out on her lap with my head hanging back over the padded arm rest, looking up Mom's short skirt. I said, "Hey, Grandma! Mom's not wearing any panties. I can see her naked pussy. Boy, Mom, you better not bend over in front of Bruno or he'll want to lick it. If he licks it; he'll want to fuck it; if he wants to fuck it, you won't have much choice, will she Grandma?"

Both Mom and Grandma were red as beets. Grandma couldn't even reply. She was either too embarrassed, or too aroused. Mom quickly said, "God, this child has developed such a pottie mouth. You never know what she'll pop out with. I'll leave you to handle her." With that, Mom made a hasty egress.

I looked up to Grandma, smiling my mischievous smile. She smiled back and said, "That was so nasty, Kitten. What on earth gave you such an idea, and where did you learn such words, certainly not here!"

"Mommy taught me."

"Oh, she did, did she? I see you have matching outfits. Did she also teach you not to wear your panties under a short skirt."

"Uh huh! Want to see?" Before she could respond, I lifted my ass and pulled my skirt up past my waist, settling with my legs wide. Grandma's eyes grew big as she absorbed the sight of my hairless pussy. I moved my right hand down and stroked a finger through my pussy lips saying, "My pussy is sore, Grandma."

"Yes, it looks red and swollen. What happened to your little pussy, Kitten?"

"Mommy likes to watch grownups put their peters in my pussy. She likes it when they fuck my little pussy until all the white stuff fills it up."

Grandma sucked in a deep breath, then said, "She does, does she? Well, I'm sure Mommy knows what's best for you, but it's a shame you have to go around with a sore wee wee all the time."

"And my boobies are sore too." I lifted my top free of my tits and massaged them under her close scrutiny.

She touched them, saying, "You do have lovely boobies, sweetheart. I can see why the men like to squeeze them. I'll bet they suck on these cute little nipples and nibble on them, don't they?"

"Yeah, and bite them, too."

"I wouldn't mind biting them myself."

"Go ahead if you want to. I'm used to it."

Grandma giggled like a naughty little girl, then dipped her head as I lifted my left tit to her mouth. She sucked and slobbered all over my tit, then sucked and nipped the tips. She went from one to the other, sucking, licking, and lightly biting my nipples as I rolled from side to side to assist, giggling and squirming to heighten her enjoyment. After a few minutes of this warm-up, she sat back, smiling and flushed. Her eyes and one hand focused on my twat. She said, while slipping a finger up my hole, "So, how many men have you taken in your tiny little pussy hole, precious?"

"Lots. Mom says it's called fucking. She says I can't use that word except when she's with me and there's a man around. I figured that since Grandpa is here it was okay. Was I bad, Grandma?"

"No, not at all. Grandma likes to hear you use all the grownup dirty words. You use them all you want when you visit us, okay? Now, who have you been fucking that I would know?"

"Daddy fucked my pussy yesterday, and Grandpa fucked my pussy the night before that."

"So Grandpa had his cock in here too, huh?"

"Yeah, he fucks me real good. Tonight, I get to fuck my boyfriend, Brad. You met Brad."

"Yes, he's a fine boy. That will be fun, won't it?"

"Yeah, I like fucking a lot, even if it makes my pussy sore."

"Mommy knows that, that's why she lets you."

"Yeah, and the best part is, she kisses all my boo boos, even that one. Boy, she kisses my pussy boo boo a lot. She says it's a mommy's job to kiss their little girls' pussies when they get sore. She says it's the law, and when they grow up, they have to return the favor to their mothers. Does Mommy kiss your pussy now, Grandma?"

"You know, come to think of it, she never has. I didn't know about that law, but I used to kiss hers when she was little, just because I wanted to be a good mommy."

"You should make her kiss it now. She kisses pussies real good. If you tell her you used to kiss hers, she'll want to kiss yours. She knows the law and doesn't want to go to jail."

"Well, Grandma certainly doesn't want her little Bonnie to go to jail. We'll just have to correct that, now, won't we? Sweetheart, since Mommy is busy, would you like me to kiss your pussy and make it all better?"

I swiveled around with my feet straddling her head and said, "Yeah, would you, please?" She took me by the hips and brought my loins to her lips. I laid my legs out in my inverted pose and watched Grandma feast on my snatch. She got right down to business and used her tongue deep in my hole, licking, sucking, slurping, and lapping my cunt all over.

I said, "Wow, that's how Mom kisses my pussy, too, especially after a man fucks it." This drove her wild, and she had me humping her face and screaming in no time. I was having my climax when Grandpa entered, leading my naked mother on a leash. She wore a wide jeweled dog collar and her hands were tied behind her back.

Grandma froze on seeing them. I got back in her lap and snuggled into her arms, lying back against her pillowy breasts. Grandpa led Mom to the center of the living room, facing us, and told her to heel. She got down on her knees and sat back on her heels with her head bowed. He said, "Honey, this stupid bitch came over here without panties on and now Bruno is having fits. He saw her cunt, now he has to have it. I told her it's her own damned fault. I'm going to get things ready. Keep an eye on her."

I could feel Grandma's heart pounding. Her breathing was shallow and rapid as we studied Mom's sorrowful, penitent expression, resigned to her fate. I said, "Grandma, is Bruno going to fuck my mommy's pussy."

In a voice dripping with lust, she said, "Yes, dear, there's no other alternative. It would be cruel to leave that poor animal to suffer, don't you think?"

"Yeah, besides, it's her own fault. I even warned her; you heard me tell her."

"That's right, you did. Now she's going to get what she deserves, isn't she?"

"Yeah, and we get to watch him fuck her in the pussy, don't we?"

"Yes, that will add to her humiliation and help drive home the lesson not to shake her naked pussy in a horny male dog's face unless she is prepared to mate with him. It is our duty to watch."

"That's right, and afterwards, she has to kiss your pussy because you used to kiss hers when she was little. That's the law. She told me so herself. Isn't that the law, Mommy?"

Mom looked up with a puzzled expression, but immediately caught on and nodded. She returned her bowed head and waited. Grandpa dragged a heavy platform to the space between us and Mom. The main part looked like one of those things that shoe salesmen sit on to help you try on shoes. The ramp-stool was mounted on a heavy wooden platform and Grandpa was fixing a two-by-four under the top of the ramp part so that it extended out three feet on both sides. The board had straps along its length at one foot intervals. There was a shelf mounted two feet above the end where I assumed Mom's head would be. That end had a padded head rest and had straps dangling from head rest.

Grandpa had Mom recline back on the device and first secured her head in the headrest. Grandpa brought her arms back and secured her wrists at the base behind her head, stretching her breasts up. Her ass rested on the upper slope of the incline, which made her arch back, drawing her belly tight. He then took her right leg and laid it along the two-by-four, securing the ankle strap. He did the same to the left leg, placing her in the splits.

Mom's nervous breathing swelled her tits with each breath. Her pussy was gaping wide open and totally vulnerable, a large, pink oval target for Bruno's cock. He secured her knee straps, then brought the wide inner thigh straps up at an angle leaning in toward her cunt. When he cinched them tight, he stretched Mom's pussy open even wider, pulling her ass firmly to the ramp. Mom could not move even a fraction of an inch.

Bruno pawed the back door while Grandpa stood back and studied his work. He then shucked off his pants. He fisted his hard cock with a lecherous grin. I said, "Grandma, is Grandpa going to fuck Mommy, too?"

"It certainly appears that way, doesn't it?"

Grandpa knelt between her legs and poised his cock at her hole. Me and Grandma got up and stood on both sides to watch. He slid right in to the balls and started fucking her hard. Mom groaned, moaned, and swooned, but couldn't move a muscle. It was the sexiest sight I ever saw. Grandpa invented a rape aid. I couldn't wait to try it.

I knew right away that the device was a must for the party. After Mom got gang banged in it, then I'd lead Bruno out. Even her head, tilted back slightly and strapped in place over her forehead, was perfect for us females to rub our cunts on. The device could not have been better designed. Grandpa thought of everything, he even had a mirror that tilted down from under the shelf so she could see her own pussy and what was happening to it. By kneeling astride the ramp with his knees on the platform, he easily entered her, but I assumed Bruno would stand on the floor with his front paws on the shelf.

After Grandpa came in her, he took a squeeze bottle and squirted a liberal dose of an oily substance right up her cunt, then worked the oil all over her spread beaver. Grandma explained that the oil was cod liver oil tainted with bitch heat scent.

He next brought out a large dildo, the biggest I ever saw. It was as thick as my wrist and eighteen inches long. The last six inches had a large buildup of electrical tape wound over foam padding, making a ball that could not enter any pussy. He handed it to me, saying, "Before we let Bruno at her, we need to make sure her pussy can handle his size. Would you like to use this on your mother, Kitten?"

"Yeah, can I?" He handed the huge dong to me and I approached the target. Without acknowledging her, I shoved it hard up her cunt till she had half inside. Mom grunted and groaned as I forced the rest in. She wasn't kidding, she could take big things up her pussy. She took that dildo to the big ball after only a few minutes. She obviously loved the giant cock, and I hammered her cunt with it. If Bruno was actually that big, which I doubted, she could handle him.

Grandpa looked up to Grandma and said, "Honey, let Bruno at his bitch. Kitten, you'd better stand clear."

While Grandpa readied his several cameras, Grandma went to the door. Bruno bounded into the room, obviously excited. He sees Mom all laid out and makes a beeline for her pussy. He takes one sniff, then laps her whole beaver. Mom shrieks, "Oh, Lord, Yes! Oh, fuck, that feels good!"

Grandma was busy jacking his sheath. His bright pink cock slithered out. I was on my hands and knees on his opposite side, watching that pointy slab emerge, inch by inch, under her pumping fist. It looked so damned good, clean, sexy, and so close, so big, almost as big around as the dildo. I couldn't resist. I leaned in and sucked three inches of his cock into my mouth.

Grandma practically screamed, "Yes! Oh yes, Kitten, suck on it! Help me make it good and hard so he can fuck your mommy way up inside her pussy. If you suck real hard, he'll get extra big. Maybe his cock can get up there where the babies are made. Maybe you can make it so Mommy has Bruno's puppies. Would you like Mommy to get pregnant with a litter of puppies?"

I bobbed my head up and down on four inches of his emerging shaft while sucking as hard as I could. She cried, "Yes, baby, suck his cock hard and fast! See, it's growing and growing. Oh, Kitten, if you keep sucking, she'll get pregnant for sure. Yes, I can see you want those puppies. Mommy won't like giving birth to a litter of pups, but that's too bad, huh, precious? She should have thought about that before she came strutting her naked pussy around my horny dog. You warned her, too. Now you're going to teach her a good lesson."

About eight inches of cock was out of the sheath and Bruno began humping, driving his cock hard against the back of my throat, making me gag. Grandma said, "I think you'd better stop before he fucks your throat and wastes all that puppy juice."

I eased off with a sucking slurp and climbed out from under him. Bruno jumped up and stomped on Mom's chest, knocking the air out of her. Grandpa placed each front paw on the shelf and Bruno danced his hind legs up close as Grandma guided his cock to Mom's waiting hole. As soon as he felt the contact, he lunged, and lunged again. After that, he was off to the races, and Mom was wailing like a banshee. We watched the unobstructed view of his mighty cock taking full possession of Mom's receptive cunt. We could see his dog cock distending her lower belly as it moved and swelled inside her. She cried out, "Oh, Yes. He's swelling up! Oh, Fuck yes! Oh, God, I'm stuffed."

Indeed, she was. We could see her blow up just above her pubic bone. His cock knot puffed-up her belly. We all felt Mom's belly, tight as a drum. It looked like she had a small football up her twat. They were locked together, I don't care what anybody says. There was no way that cock could come out until that thing went down.

Mom was delirious with her arousal. She kept a steady wail of, "Fuck your bitch, Bruno, darling. Fuck your whore. Fuck my cunt. Fuck me, doggie. I'm your bitch! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Grandma was frigging her own cunt like a mad woman, and Grandpa was clicking away with his cameras, poking those lenses in from every angle, standing back to get the complete picture, showing who she was. When Bruno came, she blasted off with him. Grandpa got a great shot of that. Afterward, they were both panting, and locked up.

Mom was right. She was Bruno's bitch. We could all see that. She was hooked. It was a done deal. We may just as well have had a wedding ceremony to make it official. This notion inspired me to walk over and kneel by her head. I said, "Mom, I think Bruno wants to marry you. I think he wants you for his permanent bitch so that he can fuck you anytime he feels like it. I think you want to be his bitch, don't you?"

"Yes! Yes, more than anything."

Grandma picked up on this right away. Excitedly, she came forward and said, "You'll have to move back home. You can't take him away. You'll sleep with him and remain naked and ready to receive him, always. You'll wear his collar always as well."

Mom suddenly realized that we were dead serious. She looked from my face to her mother's and back several times. She then looked into the mirror at the sight of her pussy, stretched tightly around Bruno's big cock, looking as though it were trying to suck it in deeper. She turned her eyes to me and said, "Will you move here with me?"

"No, I'll go live with Dad and Trisha. I'll visit you often, though. We'll see each other quite a bit. We will be posing for Grandpa, remember? Mom, this is what I want. I want you to marry Bruno, and I want you to remain faithful to him. I think you should, to make up for not staying faithful to Daddy. I'm going to tell Daddy how you cheated him out of alimony, so all of his money, even child support, will be cut off."

"Oh, honey, no! He cheated on me, too."

"Yes, but he cheated with your best friend. You should have granted him that right."

"He cheated with Trisha, too. They were dating before he did it with Susan. You knew all about it."

"Yes, and I fully supported them. You should have recognized Trisha as the better sexual match for him and relinquished your marital rights unconditionally. I don't call what they did cheating. You were the cheater."

"I was being blackmailed into it."

"So? I don't care if you were raped. I'm sorry, but that's the way I see it. It's only fair. You won't need anything, anyway. Grandma and Grandpa will take care of your needs as they do Bruno's. Isn't the right, Grandma?"

"Yes, absolutely. In fact, we want her that way, totally dependent on us, just as Bruno is. And we'll see that she remains faithful to Bruno, won't we dear?"

"Yeah, sure. As long as Kitten puts out, who needs to fuck the dog's bitch."

Mom said, "But..."

"No buts, Mom. I've made up my mind. I am now pronouncing you dog and wife, or dog and bitch, whatever. I'll sell all of your things, and Daddy will sell the house and car. I'll see that he sets aside what he feels is your just share. Since you will probably survive Bruno, it will be there for you at that time. You can forget about the party, too. It wouldn't be proper now that you are married. I'll have pictures to show everyone. It will be almost as good. You are going to stay here from now on. You are going to remain with your mate as a good wife and bitch should.

"Grandpa, we need pictures of Mom sucking our cunts and drinking our piss. Would you load the cameras, please? Grandma, do you want to go first?"

Grandma hiked her skirt and straddled Mom's head, saying, "You're damn right I want to go first." She yawned her fleshy sex lips over Mom's face and began rocking her cunt over her face. Piss seeped steadily from the sides, running down Mom's hair to puddle on the tile floor. Mom slurped and sucked, but missed most of it. Grandma was head level with Bruno and ruffled his coat, saying, "Bruno, you are a lucky dog to get such a fine and faithful bitch as my Bonnie. You'll be an indoor dog, now. Her old room is now your bedroom. You two make such a lovely couple, especially when you are coupled. Momma's going to see to it that you stay coupled as often as possible."

I said, "I'll leave you love birds alone. I have a hot date. We'll be stopping by later. We can take my shots at that time. Take good care of my puppies, Mom. I get the pick of the litter." I grabbed her purse and car keys, then sauntered out to start a new life and a new adventure.

When I paused at the door and looked back, Mom was still locked up and straining her tongue out to reach Grandma's teasing pussy, held just beyond reach, shooting an amber stream in her face. Mom never looked happier. I smiled and left, whistling, and tossing the keys in the air, thinking, "Life doesn't get any better than this." If Bruno could whistle and toss keys, I'm sure he'd be whistling, tossing, and thinking the same thing.

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Cindy's Coming Out Party


No one knew what to expect. The word we got was that Cindy Greyson would be in the rec room for twelve hours, all day Sunday. The implication was clear to all who knew the function of the rec room. The word got around, because by eight a.m., Sunday morning, the place was packed and cars filled the fenced enclosure.

I would estimate that over one hundred people were present, and none of us knew what the hell was going on. That sixteen-year-old doll had the place packed to the rafters. People we'd never seen before came out. Every wife from the crew was there, and most of their kids were there as well. We had to do Cindy in the tool and garage area with the big twenty-foot doors open and a portable bleacher section set up in the opening.

Darlene and I sat at the top of the bleachers with a good view of everything and everybody. The center of the area had been cleared with the exception of a heavy wooden sawhorse that had an old mattress folded over the top and straps attached to each leg at the bottom. The device sat ominously. Kids sat cross legged all around it, with adults ringing the area. Half of the people sat in the bleachers. We all assumed that Cindy was with Bart in his office, waiting to make an entrance.

While we waited, everyone speculated as to what was about to go down. The setup suggested some sort of bondage, possibly a whipping, forced exposure; or, as everyone hoped, the sex act itself. Conspicuously absent was her mother, Estelle Greyson. All of her cronies and relatives except her husband, were there. Her butler and her maid were present as well. Chief Evans was there with six of his officers, as was the superintendent of schools, Don Hightower. The who's who of local society were all present and accounted for, all waiting, all were speculating just as Darlene and I were.

The best guess was that Bart had somehow seduced Cindy. We knew that with Bart it had to be something sexual, and the sawhorse lent credibility to that assumption. It was not a setup to feature her gymnastic abilities. He would not gather us in this place for a private dance recital or to hear her sing. Her mother did that and used the town meeting hall. No, we were there to see another side of Cindy Greyson. Rape was never mentioned by anyone that we could overhear. That possibility was unthinkable, not that Bart was beyond raping a minor, but not with Estelle Greyson's daughter, and definitely not in the presence of so many witnesses.

The sharp crack and cry that came from Bart's office sent a quiet hush through the assembled mass. The place was so quiet you could hear heart beats. Another crack followed and another girl's loud, plaintive wail came with it. The swish and crack, along with the wails of a poor child in agony, followed one after the other for a full minute. Mouths hung open but no tongues were wagging. Darlene didn't even have a comment. If it weren't for the fact that the police were there in force, several of the men would have rushed the office. I was one of them, Bart or no Bart. You don't beat a child like Cindy Greyson. Just the idea was an affront against all that was decent. Since the police didn't budge, I didn't either.

The beating stopped as suddenly as it had started. Sighs of relief swept the crowd. All we could hear was Cindy's pitiful whimpers. Seconds later, the office door opened. Bart pushed Cindy ahead of him, into the light and the intense stare of two hundred eyes.

Cindy wore a thick black blindfold and her hands were bound severely behind her back, stretching her beautiful breasts against the fabric of her torn dress. Half of her left tit showed through the tear. The dress appeared to have had the skirt sloppily cut or torn to reduce it to a ridiculously short length, showing her bare legs almost to the crotch. Her magnificent creamy white legs showed crisscrossing angry read weals made by the recent beating.

Bart wore a silk robe like the one prize fighters wear. He also wore his paratrooper jump boots, highly shined. He tossed a thin cane to the floor and marched Cindy, stumbling and weaving to the sawhorse.

Darlene whispered, "My God, is he crazy? Do you think he's actually going to rape Cindy Greyson?"

Others were whispering the same thing. A strong murmur went through the assembly. I replied, "It looks that way. We can't sit here and watch that. We'll be a party to it if we don't do something or get the hell out."

"The cops are here; we don't need to do anything. That's their job. Besides, who wants to stop it? Look at her. She's lovely. Any kid that looks that good needs raping. Besides, it's Bart's ass; let him worry about the consequences. Cindy doesn't know who's here, and I'll bet you nobody has the balls to talk above a whisper. Relax. Let's sit back and watch the show. Everybody else is."

Indeed they were. Every head strained forward as Bart positioned Cindy before the sawhorse, facing the bleachers with her ass against the mattress. He invited the kids to fasten Cindy's legs to the sawhorse. While four kids did that, he handed two young girls scissors and invited them to remove Cindy's clothes. They went right to work. Pieces and shreds fell like rain until Cindy was naked. A collective gasp went through the audience on seeing her luscious body in all its glory. The kids even tied rope to her knees to tie them to the legs of the sawhorse, opening up her beaver dramatically.

Bart untied her arms and forced her to lie back over the mattress. He pulled her hands down and the kids took over, binding her wrists to each back leg of the horse. As Cindy's body arched back, her pussy opened like an orchid on our side of the horse with her tits up and stretched tight as drums on the other side.

Bart shrugged off the robe and another gasp went through us. He was naked except for a leather jock. The jock had a hole where his nine-inch, big helmeted prick jutted through. It angled up, throbbing. Ringing his cock at the base were numerous shiny metal studs, giving it a menacing appearance like a Nazi truncheon--the cock from hell. He marched, strutted before us, watching the kids amuse themselves with Cindy's body. We didn't know where to look. He made the kids sit so as not to block our view of Cindy's intimate anatomy.

All eyes strained for a clear view of Cindy's pussy. Without a doubt, her pussy was the most beautiful thing we'd ever seen. She sported a recent shave that left no trace of hair. Every detail was out in plain sight clear to her pink, puckered anus. The sunlight beaming in on her lit up her coral pink interior, making a glistening sheen reflect back in return. Her clit stood tall and free from the puffy labia lips. The kids were flicking it back and forth with their fingers. It responded like stiff rubber, returning with a vibration to its natural state--front and center, at attention. Her nipples looked as though they were about to launch themselves--dark, pink missile cones emerging from a snow covered silo mound.

The girl was turned on, and the beating she'd taken was not as severe as it first looked. Already, the red lines grew faint. Her vaginal wetness began leaking out of her pussy hole to flow over her sphincter muscle making it gleam. Every cock in the house stood to salute her beauty.

Bart came forward and announced, "All right, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. As you can see, I have arranged a special treat for you. I offer you, Cindy Greyson in the raw. Before we begin, I want to offer each and every cock in this group a chance to sample this adorable creature. I will allow one minute for each of you. At the whistle, give way to the next in line. We will begin with the kids after I get her properly warmed up."

Bart got between her legs and centered the head of his mighty dick at her opening and pushed. He pushed in to the studs and Cindy cried out. We were stunned. The men present were speechless. He fucked her without mercy, slamming his cock all the way in repeatedly as the kids fought for a view from beneath or tried to squeeze in from the sides. Mothers tried to pull their excited offspring away, but they all fought. Most of the mothers gave up. The fucking was the most obscenely erotic I'd ever witnessed. Others around me seemed to agree.

If Darlene wouldn't let me have a turn, I was fully prepared to tell her to fuck off and die. Thankfully, she grabbed my crotch then leaned to me and said, "You are thinking about your turn, aren't you? Oh, all right. You can have some, too. I'm only allowing this because I want to know how it feels, so pay attention and remember everything."

Bart fucked her for several minutes before emptying his balls in her and bringing her to orgasm. When he triumphantly pulled out, a cheer went up as his thick load poured out of her gaping snatch, her cunt reddened from the abuse. Bart Jr. was first in line. He pulled out his dick and promptly stuck it in her pussy while playing with her tits. He set the tone for the rest. After each whistle blow, another took his place. The line moved forward.

After each male kid had a turn, men began lining up. I quickly got in line. I was twenty back in a line of sixty. Twenty minutes later, I sank my cock into heaven. It was the longest sixty seconds of my life. Her pussy was like a wet velvet glove with a hand still in it, massaging my erection. Her tits were like nothing I ever felt, a delicious combination of soft and hard all at once. Her nipples were like hard rubber and spring loaded. Her clit was a joy to tease and pull. In parting, I gave it a tug. It snapped back like an elastic band. I returned to Darlene on rubbery legs.

After everyone got a turn, the women were offered a chance. Half of them took that opportunity. Half of those used their mouths on Cindy. Half of those who used their mouths focused exclusively on her pussy. My Darlene was one of those. She sucked Cindy's cunt without the least hesitation and had to be pried away by the women in line behind her.

After the women were through, we all drew tickets for the chance to spend one hour with Cindy on the bed from the rec room. Bart made it clear, after a few protests from wives with children present, that everyone would participate in the drawing, and that those drawing a winning ticket would strip down and spend one hour on the bed with Cindy. He said, "You can play tic-tac-toe on her ass for the entire hour, but you will participate. Consider it the price of admission."

With that said, he circulated a sandbag filled with numbered tickets and saw to it that everyone drew a ticket. Each person, even a three-year-old boy, reached blindly into the bag and withdrew a ticket. Tickets numbered one through ten were winning tickets and set the order. I didn't get one, but Jason, the Greyson's butler and the only black present, did. He drew the number one. Don Hightower, the superintendent of schools, got the number two ticket, and Chief Evans drew the three. Two guys on the crew won a turn. One cop, and one ten-year-old boy won. Two women, and an eight-year-old girl also won an hour with Cindy. Darlene had a winning ticket and was last in line with the number ten.

The shocker, however, was that the other woman was none other than Cindy's Aunt Connie. Connie was Estelle's sister and Bart's ex-wife and was last to draw. We were all surprised to see her present. She is Estelle's younger sister, and the two are as different in personality and temperament as night is to day. She is gracious and never condescending, volunteers for practically every worthy cause, and is never the object of the scandals that always surround Estelle. She was not one who got in line with the women when they were offered the opportunity to sample Cindy, nor did she appear to be happy about being present at all. When she drew a four, she made a face that appeared to say to Bart, "You bastard. You set me up." His smile seemed to say, "You're damned right I did, you bitch!"

It may have been my imagination, but Darlene expressed the very same sentiments as my own. We were both eager to see her number come up, because she appeared resigned to her participation. She appeared to have no choice, and furthermore, she realized that she could not get away with an hour of tic tac toe. Besides that, Connie is a fine looking babe with big tits and a shapely figure. Even to attend this debauch, she was dressed modestly and had her hair and makeup finely applied. She appeared to be on her way to a church social.

She sat in stark contrast to the rest of us who looked more like a group dressed for a cock fight, especially with half of the men leaving their cocks exposed after the trip to Cindy. Some strutted around, showing off for the females; others, such as myself, kept them out for comfort and ease of stroking. Still others kept their instruments at the ready in the hope that they'd be called to action. Three guys were stark naked as was the wife of one of the guys on our crew with the sixteen-year-old daughter (Jenny from the picnic). She was trying to get her daughter to take her clothes off as well, but was dealing with a terribly shy and nervous teenager. Jenny was also a classmate of Cindy's and probably feared suffering the same fate as Cindy.

Bart had the ten winners off to the side in a private conference. The rest of us were talking in groups. A large group freed Cindy while guys from the crew brought the four poster bed out and took the sawhorse away. Both groups merged for the tying of Cindy to the bed. Literally dozens of hands held her in a spread-eagle as her wrists and ankles were bound and pillows stuffed under her ass and head. You couldn't see her tits or between her legs for all the hands. Smaller groups gathered to watch and talk. I sat between two young couples, all newbies like myself and Darlene. After Darlene left, I sat between the two wives.

On my left was eighteen-year-old Barbara, Barbie, still in high school, a petite senior with long black hair and dynamite legs. She was also eight months pregnant. If I could have seen over her big belly, I could have seen her husband's hand playing with her pussy. As it was, I could see all of her gorgeous legs as she pumped my cock and his.

On my right was a big-titted blond waitress with her blouse open and her shorts down around her ankles. I didn't know her name. Her husband was the most recent hire. I wasn't sure they were married until her wedding ring scraped the base of my cock. I played with her left tit while she massaged my balls and jacked her husband off. Every time the guys in front of us turned around, she parted her knees wide to show off her blonde pussy. They turned around quite a bit.

We weren't conspicuous by any means. All over the place we could see women in various stages of undress, many were topless or had their naked tits out. Most had found a stiff cock that struck their fancy and held onto it possessively. Some were sucking their prize right beside their husbands with their kids looking on.

Everywhere we looked we saw more sights that inspired us. The carnival-like atmosphere grew in intensity as more body parts came into view. The kids were fun to watch. They'd been quickly excited by seeing all the adults doing nasty adult things. They scurried about in ones and twos, poking their heads into intimate areas where nasty things were happening.

Naked boys used the bleachers like playground monkey bars, crawling and slithering between the legs of women getting fingered. Several times, we'd look down and see a smiling face leering between either Barbie or the blonde's legs. The women seemed to like it. I didn't see anyone admonishing the boys or trying to hide themselves.

The girls were almost as bad. They worked alone, finding male laps to sit on. They allowed themselves to be freely fondled and fingered. One by one, they were stripped. Half were naked, and none wore panties after things heated up. We watched one mother remove her six-year-old's dress and panties, then she sent the child off with a playful slap on her cute ass. That child found a lap to her liking and sprawled on it.

Most eyes shifted to Jenny when her mother, in frustration, delivered a mild slap to her face for resisting her efforts to expose her body. Several men with hardons had gathered around the two, and were urging the mother on. Jenny's father, sitting beside his wife, was one of the most vocal. Jenny stood passively with her head down and allowed her mother to methodically remove every item, even her shoes and socks. Blushing red all over, she was placed on her back over both of her parents' laps.

We had a good profile shot of this action, as they were in chairs off to the right. They set her with her legs in our direction and her head in her father's lap. Her mother slapped at the girl's clamped legs until they fell wide, exposing a delightfully youthful vagina. Her father turned the girl's head so that her lips pressed against his standing cock. He must have told her to lick, because her tongue slithered out to take shy laps at the base of his cock. It certainly wasn't her idea. Nor was it her idea to let the men play with her pussy, but she permitted that as well.

It was delightful watching that reluctant and shy girl slowly surrender to the aroused passions her young body had no choice but to respond to. With six horny adults working experienced hands on her most sensitive anatomy, she had no chance. We could see the transformation reflected in the way she licked her father's dick. It went from tongue touches to licks, to laps, to laps using her hand on it to pull the head down so that she could get at the precum drool, to a full blown cock sucking as she strained to engulf the full cock in her madly sucking mouth. She held her legs up and strained to keep them wide apart, wriggling and writhing under the penetrating, two-hole assault.

Barbie drew our attention away, saying, "Look, Darlene is taking off her clothes."

Darlene, in the huddle of performers, quickly divested herself of her only garment, a short dress. She kicked off her heels and was naked. The huddle broke up and the people returned to their seats. Darlene strutted her naked body all the way back to us and took her seat between me and Barbie, saying, "Guess what? I go first. Don and the Chief didn't want to follow that big dicked butler, so Bart had us trade tickets. Wait till you see the show we are going to put on, especially mine."

I said, "What about Connie?"

"I was right. She has to do a lezzy number on Cindy. Bart has something on her. She was the only one he spelled out what she had to do. She never objected. Believe me, we're all going to love it if she goes through with it, and I think she's resigned to doing it."

Barbie said, "Did she say she'd do it?"

"Actually, she didn't say anything. We could tell she was resigned to doing it, though. Whatever he has on her, it must be big."

We looked to our left where Connie sat demurely with her face in her hands. Just the thought of Connie Dugan and Cindy Greyson, naked on the same bed, had my cock screaming for release. As Darlene pumped my dick, I formed the mental image of Connie sucking Cindy's pussy before an audience of one hundred. My cock erupted. Darlene made my jism arch up to land on the cop sitting in front of me. It peppered the back of his neck. When he turned, a big rope hit his cheek. He shouted, "Hey, God damnit! Knock that shit off."

Darlene pulled my cock back while milking the last dribbles, saying, "Sorry. Look, I'll make it up to you. I owe you a fuck. You can collect any time. My husband will give you our address."

He wiped his face and neck, only slightly pacified, and said, "It will take more than one fuck."

Darlene said, "Whatever it takes, you'll know where you can find me."

The exchange was interrupted by Bart. He called everyone to take their seats, requested we settle down, then introduced Darlene. She stood and made her way to the bed as Bart took a seat with his wife and family, front row and center. She circled the bed so that everyone could see her from all angles as she studied her plaything. Tension mounted. Cindy breathed rapidly and shallow, helplessly bound and exposed, still blind folded.

Darlene mounted the bed and stood over Cindy's head, facing the crowd. She began a slow sexy gyration as she sank. The crowd cheered her on as she sank lower and lower, aiming her cunt for Cindy's mouth. Cindy couldn't see what was coming, but knew someone was standing with feet beside her head. When Darlene's crotch got to within inches, Cindy seemed to catch a whiff of pussy. She held steady as that pussy came lower, then made contact. Darlene, squatting, moved her cunt onto the girl's mouth. Cindy kissed, then licked it, bringing a howl of approval from the gallery.

Darlene gave Cindy a good face washing while Cindy gave Darlene a good tongue bath. After a while, Darlene fell face forward to lie prone over Cindy, bringing her mouth to Cindy's sex. The two girls were in a sixty-nine, going to town on each other. After mutual climaxes, Darlene fucked her with a dildo. They then used a double-headed dildo and fucked each other.

Since I'd seen Darlene in action thousands of times, I took the opportunity to look around. Jenny was still laid out on her parent's lap. She was still sucking her father's cock, but Mommy was actively preparing her to receive another man's cock in her virginal cunt. She had two fingers working in her tight opening while the lucky man waited, poised to enter. Jenny occasionally looked down to see what was going on, but offered no resistance. Beside me, Barbie had a young admirer fingering her from below and another playing with her full tits. Her husband made room for the kids.

Off to the side, near Connie, a middle-aged man was trying to get a young girl on his dick. Connie made disapproving faces as he did. When the child sank onto his turgid rod, she looked away in disgust. Three couples were fucking and countless others were engaged in genital play. Sex was happening all around me. I glanced to Jenny, just in time to watch her get her cherry busted. Mommy held the man's balls while he did the dirty deed and Daddy erupted a thick flow over his daughter's face, pulling her mouth into contact for the last few squirts. Another man got in line behind the first.

When Darlene's hour was up, Don Hightower stepped up for his turn. He was naked and sporting a nice erection. He mounted the bed and gave the kid a straight fuck. By this time, half of the audience was naked and doing something sexual to someone. Young girls were all being screwed. By the time the third guy came up, there was no audience. Me and Darlene even screwed during his hour. Darlene also took Barbie's husband while Barbie gave a twelve-year-old boy his first fuck. The shows going on in the stands were better than the show on the bed.

Then it was Connie's turn. When the guy stepped down, and Connie stood, a hush flowed through the assembly. Couples disengaged. Old cocks emerged from young cunts. Pussies returned to seats. Order returned. Eyes were on Connie and Cindy.

Cindy was a mess. Her face was sopping wet, as was her crotch. Connie walked around the bed, seemingly trying to screw up courage. She began undoing buttons. People cheered. Her blouse came off to more cheers. Her skirt fell and she stepped clear, kicking off her heels. Next, she undid her bra, tossing it, revealing nice, big, firm titties that drew cheers, howls, and catcalls. Wearing only panties and pantyhose, she rolled both down together. She stood naked and received applause which she ignored. It was as though we weren't there.

Connie climbed on the bed and reclined on Cindy, lying on her back. Her cunt was over Cindy's; her head beside Cindy's. Cindy bore the weight, but seemed puzzled. Sensuously, Connie ran her hands over her own body. Her legs fell open as her hands reached her crotch. They opened wide as she delved fingers into her crotch. Her fingers delved low to reach Cindy's cunt as well as her own. She drew long passes up through both cracks and appeared to be loosening up, warming up, or turning on. After a few minutes, Connie was openly masturbating with her legs obscenely spread.

She had everyone mesmerized by her wanton display. Those of us in the bleachers had a head on view. Those on the side got up to look from the foot of the bed. A large crowd gathered to stare up her cunt, but Connie seemed oblivious to them. She kept her legs out wide and continued to boldly manipulate her cunt flesh, presenting the most obscene spectacle of herself. She pulled her cunt lips wide and finger-fucked her hole. Her hips lifted and gyrated. Occasionally, she'd run a hand up to mold and fondle a tit or suck a finger.

After ten minutes or so, she paused, looked at those gathered about, and beckoned a man with her crooked finger, offering her cunt. The naked man climbed on and entered her. He screwed her and another took his place. The men lined up. We saw her take on twenty-two in her hour. Sperm from her pussy soaked Cindy's crotch. Her finale was to turn and slip down between Cindy's legs. She feasted on the sperm and on Cindy's pussy while two more men fucked her ass.

When Bart called time, Connie got up, gathered her things, and returned to her seat, not bothering to dress. We saw a guy go up to her and stand with his cock jutting in her face. He'd been in line, but didn't make it in time. With a look of total resignation, Connie took him in her mouth. Three more lined up behind him.

The next two offered little to distract the audience, so the show moved to the bleachers where Jenny's mother had Jenny standing and bent at the waist, offering her daughter's cunt to any comers. A line formed there and another formed on Darlene. She'd slipped away at the end of Connie's segment and laid over the sawhorse with her ass sticking up. While she was occupied, I got on Barbie. Her hubby was fucking blondie.

Six hours into the scene, many people were drained. People began leaving. Hardly anyone paid attention to the action going on with Cindy. Three sexual duds in a row killed that show. Darlene was back with me. Connie was trying to put her clothes on, but two drunk men were giving her a hard time. Bart settled the argument by taking her clothes away. A group of young boys gathered around her. She let herself be mauled by them.

Jenny had just taken her thirtieth prick, possibly her fortieth. She couldn't stand unassisted. Her mother was still trying to induce more. Her father had her three times that I counted. One man had a young boy laid over an oil drum as was busy packing his poop chute while the boy's mother applied Vaseline while they were fucking. She, in turn, was getting it up the ass by her other son.

Cindy appeared to be out of it. Her cunt and ass were raw. Her blindfold was off. She looked dazed as a man pounded her cunt. From there, the party just fizzled out. People dropped out like flies. The last four winners all took their turns together. By the time they finished, there weren't twenty people left. Surprisingly, Connie was one, still naked, and still getting attention. When Darlene and I decided to leave, Connie was about to get it doggie style from a real doggie. We decided to stay. The mutt had wandered in, a stray looking for scraps. When he began nosing around Connie, Bart made her offer him a spread.

Connie just turned pleading eyes to Bart, but saw no mercy there. Everyone gathered around her. The dog nosed her crotch. Reluctantly, she let her legs swing open. The dog zeroed in on her snatch and began licking. Bart told her to get on all fours and wiggle her ass. She did so in a ring of onlookers. Darlene tugged my sleeve excitedly, saying, "Oh, this is beautiful. Bart can make her do anything. It's amazing. Look at her shaking her ass."

Indeed, it was an amazing sight. Connie did exactly as she was told. The dog finally caught on. He mounted her and began humping. What I found truly amazing was when Connie, on her own, reached between her legs to guide him into her cunt. When the dog got buried in her cunt, she fucked back, more so than she had with any of the men or boys she'd fucked, and she'd fucked a bunch.

We were all amazed by her lewd performance. She lunged back to meet his thrusts. Her head flailed, whipping her long hair around wildly. In her efforts, she dislodged him. Rather than resuming her position, she rolled onto her back and lifted her cunt. The dog remounted her in the face to face position. She guided him into her cunt and gave us an even more lurid display of wanton lust. With her back arched, her tits stretched, and her cunt humping the thrusting cock, she was a sight to see. We all stood around, riveted to the sight.

Unlike the screws she took from men, where she seemed oblivious to her audience, she was tuned into us. Her eyes constantly scanned us, making frequent eye contact. She enjoyed the fact that we were watching and getting off on it. She put on a show for us. After the dog came, he slipped out. Bart came over and lifted the dog by his front paws. Connie, without being told, whipped around and went for the dog's cock with her mouth. She sucked him to keep him hard, then got into her doggie-style position for another penetration. It was the highlight of the day, and most of the people missed it. Darlene and I will never forget it, that's for sure.

After his second fuck, the dog was drained. He pulled out, went into a corner, and collapsed, licking his dick. Bart raised Connie to her feet and said, "The show's over, folks. Be sure to tell everyone what you saw. Connie will like that, won't you, dear?"

Bashfully, she nodded. Bart led her to her car with the crowd following. He helped her into it without returning her clothes. She knew better than to ask. She started the car and left. Darlene and I left right after her. All in all, it was a most interesting day.

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Parental Binds


The Roberts kids are well-dressed and groomed little ladies and gentlemen, polite, well-mannered, and strikingly attractive. Ginger Roberts, the mother, models for the store ads and could be a professional at the national level. Estelle Greyson is the only customer Ginger Roberts will model lingerie for in private sessions, though she is well aware that the sessions are purely to entertain her best and most prestigious customer.

She lends herself willingly to Estelle's exploratory inspections, though her interest centers exclusively on the fit of the crotch or the lining and fit of bras. What galls her and her sixteen-year-old daughter, Angie, is that Angie must model every purchase Estelle makes for her daughter, Cindy. She, too, must endure the phony inspections with the same focus on crotch and breasts, even though the two girls do not wear the same sizes in anything but panties.

What really galls Ginger is that the two girls are often in competition for the same titles: Prom Queen, Jr. Miss, Homecoming Queen, Festival Queen, etc... Cindy always wins; the outcomes are never in doubt. What's more, Ginger had competed against Estelle in high school. She always lost to her, though everyone agreed, Ginger was the better beauty by far. Like her daughter, Ginger played second fiddle to a Greyson woman. In Cindy's and Angie's case, though, even Ginger had to admit, the better girl won. Cindy was in a class by herself, and everyone knew it.

Since this relationship had gone on since grade school, Ginger had long ago adjusted to the humiliating ordeals, but it still galled her having to watch Estelle Greyson lewdly and openly fondling her daughter's crotch and pulling out wet fingers. It was worse when she had to endure the same treatment with her daughter looking on.

From the age of twelve, Cindy never wore a new bathing suit or pair of panties that wasn't wet with Angie's vaginal secretions. This did not go unnoticed by Cindy. She was well aware that her mother had all her clothes modeled by Angie before making the purchase. She knew whose secretions soiled the crotches of her new garments. Sometimes, they'd be sopping wet and smelled strongly of a young girl's vagina.

In her youthful imagination, she could only imagine how they got that way. She would never dare confront her mother with her suspicions, but she knew who modeled her clothes. Cindy thought Angie was a beautiful girl, her equal, but no threat. She did not find her crotch secretions offensive. In fact, she developed a desire for the tantalizing scent. She wore the garments unwashed, sometimes soiling her own with a new pair draped over her nose, breathing deeply from the crotch. She got a new pair of panties every time her mother went shopping at the Roberts Beautique, which was a weekly event. Cindy wore panties for a few days, then threw them away.

Though deeply embarrassing for Ginger and Angie, Estelle's business was crucial. Estelle set the fashion trends for the women; Cindy set the standard for the teens. Greyson business assured residual sales that made the difference between a business that struggled and one that prospered. To say that Ginger would gladly get down on her knees and lick Estelle's ass is an understatement. She would not only lick it, she'd stick her tongue so far up Estelle's ass, it would come out of her mouth. Furthermore, she'd see to it that Angie did likewise to Cindy if that ever became necessary.

The way Ginger and her daughter, Angie, had to fawningly pander to the Greysons created a bond between them that bridged their outward differences. It was the closest they came to an intimate relationship, a shared ordeal, a shared secret, exciting in an unspoken way, galling though it was.

Dan, Ginger's husband, is a well-respected pillar in the community, active in Chamber of Commerce affairs and civic causes that promote his business. He donates liberally to church and private charities if the donation has a high visibility. The Roberts do not have an enemy anywhere, but they have no friends either. None are very social, though Jerry, the oldest, does date and hang out with the guys.

Outwardly, the Roberts family appears normal to a fault. Just beneath the surface, though, they are anything but normal. The sexual tensions in their sprawling five-bedroom house could unravel the Golden Gate Bridge.

Ginger, the mother, thirty-nine, long straight silky brown hair, buxom, shapely, trim and in good physical condition. She is Angie all grown up, but ultra conservative, modest in dress and demeanor, a regular churchgoer, obsessed with what others think of her and her family.

She is still ruled by her dominant mother and stepfather, though she suffered years of sexual abuse at her stepfather's hands at the same time that her mother forced a nun's code of modesty and decorum on her. Corporal punishment was something Ginger grew up with, always administered by her mother, always while naked, always in a pose intended to expose intimate anatomy and add to the humiliation.

A great scandal ensued after her mother's marriage to Ray. A boy himself, he was seventeen when he married Ginger's mother. Her mother was thirty-five at the time. For years, Ginger was ashamed to show her face in public. School was a nightmare. She had school friends with older sisters who had dated Ray before he dropped out of school and married her mother. Ray had a bad reputation as a big kid that went after much younger girls, often dating girls who were just a couple of years older than Ginger. Ray raped Ginger while dating her mother. The rapes continued throughout the short courtship.

To make matters worse, after her mother married Ray, Ginger's punishments were always in his presence, and the infractions were usually concocted or provoked by him. Challenging or talking back to her father (she had to call him Daddy) was another punishable offense. Punishments were commonplace if not painful. The greatest humiliation, one that brought her to the brink of suicide, was when Ray adopted her and she had to change her surname from Williams to Roberts. The Roberts clan were local white trash. Ray continued his practice of bragging about his conquests. It was soon all over school that she was fucking her father.

Though she was frequently left alone with Ray, she could not be alone with a boy she wanted to be alone with until she went away to college. She remembers Richard Spivy fondly as her first love, though they never had a real date in the four years they went steady. She craved his touch and would have gladly parted her legs for him the first time their eyes caressed each other. Her mother ended the relationship in their junior year. Ginger would not have another until college. It killed her to see Richard on the arms of an affectionate slut. He tormented her on purpose for not having the guts to stand up to her mother.

From the very beginning, Ginger suspected that her mother knew and approved of Ray's assaults. There were too many coincidences to ignore, too many close calls that went unseen. For a while, she wondered if her mother developed temporary blindness and deafness when Ray would get amorous with her. Usually, though, she'd leave them alone so Ray could vent his lust on her unresisting body. If her mother saw Ray stroking her inner thigh indecently, she'd quickly look away, then find an excuse to go shopping or retire early. Ray never worried about her walking in on them, and would most often mount her in the living room as her mother was pulling out of the driveway or going up the stairs.

Sometimes, her mother went away for entire weekends. These weekends became marathon fuck and suck bondage sessions. He always took precautions against pregnancy until that fateful Christmas vacation in her junior year of college. Furthermore, her mother went away on a cruise for the entire month, leaving Ginger in a state of virtual sexual servitude to her young husband, most often bound, always totally naked, always leaking fresh semen from her raw vagina.

Dan, her current husband, was her mother's arranged mate for her. She forced Ginger to end another good relationship and drop college in mid-semester, in the spring of her junior year, to return home to marry Dan.

Earlier, during the Christmas vacation, Ray fucked her like a sailor on leave after a one-year voyage. She was three months pregnant when she dropped out of college. She told her mother she was pregnant, hoping that might dissuade her or Dan. She did not tell her mother or Dan that the father was her stepfather, Ray. Surprisingly, neither one asked who the father was. The only bright spot on the horizon was that she'd finally be out from under the Roberts handle. That bright spot vanished when she learned that Dan was willing to adopt her surname at her mother's insistence.

The assaults began before puberty, but the sex continues to the present. Ray's hold on her is ironclad. Her mother's is steelclad. She reports to them weekly. After Ginger's marriage to Dan, her mother dropped all pretenses. She joined in as a spectator who also assisted with the bindings. She warms her daughter with a firm spanking or caning--their version of foreplay. She openly masturbates while watching her young husband fuck her daughter.

Birth control was never practiced. After Rachel was born, Ginger secretly got on the pill. For that, Ginger was beaten severely by her mother, her first real beating. The cane beating she took between the legs was so severe that she had to remain in bed at her parent's house all weekend. Her mother forced her to stop all methods of birth control. Dan was furious with Ginger as well. Ginger complied with their wishes and took no further precautions. Dan watched her closely; but after ten years, with nothing to show, they'd all but given up hope without giving up trying.

Dan Roberts, forty-eight, short, thin, distinguished greying hair, with the soft features of a store clerk, a reader of classic literature, boring to a fault, and well aware of his wife's bizarre relationship with her parents. Dan sees their marriage as more of a business partnership. She manages the store and family; he keeps the books and reads. They are a good marriage and business team. They rarely argue. He knows he has not fathered any of his children, because Ginger has never offered him her womb as a place to plant his seed.

Sex is a rare treat for him. When it occurs, she manages to get him to cum in her ass, mouth, or on her body. In sixteen years of marriage, he never once came in her pussy or tried. The hold her mother has on her extends beyond her private moments with her parents. Her mother's rule is: "No semen but Ray's is to ever enter your vagina."

Through several unplanned sexual flings with out-of-town clothing salesmen, and regular rapes by one clothing salesman, she followed her mother's dictum. She managed by offering her ass, claiming it was the only way she could reach a climax. In the rape, her ass was his target, so she said nothing. By offering her ass, she denied herself a true climax and reduced a casual, innocent fling with the potential to add spice to her life, to something sick and perverted that left her unsatisfied and feeling like a degenerate.

For satisfying, vaginal sex, she had only Ray. When she was good, she got satisfied. If she misbehaved, she got no satisfaction. For years, Ginger tried hard to be good each week. Being good meant willingly lending herself to any whim that struck Ray's fancy. In recent years, his fancy leaned more and more toward the perverse. Even when they presented her with a horny male collie, Ginger was good.

Dan knew his wife was an easy mark, and knew she was not faithful. The only reason there weren't more events was the reputation she had among the local men as an untouchable, frigid woman who would scream rape at the top of her lungs if a hand brushed her ass. Consequently, only out-of-towners saw her as a luscious female who was open and approachable. All were rewarded regardless of their seduction skills. An accidental touch would light her fire and the man would soon have her subtly rubbing up against him.

Dan approved those that benefited their business. Any salesman was good for the business. The prospect of sex with Ginger assured good deals. Even the rape was overlooked, every time. Dan wasn't concerned. He knew they got the same treatment he got. The terms and conditions of the marriage and business relationship between he and the Roberts was negotiated across a dining table with Ginger a silent witness. She was bartered away like a piece of property for ten percent silent partner interest on her mother's terms, spelling out what his marital rights were and were not. Dan and Ginger Roberts had a contractual relationship. They knew who the children really belonged to. They never acknowledged it openly, and they assumed the younger kids suspected nothing. Jerry's parentage, however, is painfully obvious.

Jerry Roberts, the oldest child, athletic build, well-groomed and ill-mannered, is the spitting image of Ginger's stepfather, both in looks and personality. Ginger has nervous conniptions whenever Jerry and Ray are together in public, or even at family gatherings. In their presence, she feels like she is wearing a sign on her chest that says, "Look at me; I fuck my father," the same intangible sign she wore in school. They both have kinky blond hair with striking hazel eyes and long noses. Were it not for the twenty years that separate their ages, they could be twins. Jerry refused to enter a church after he turned sixteen; Ray never has.

Angie Roberts, the oldest girl, sixteen; long, straight, light brown hair; big hazel eyes, a hopeless romantic who hates being forced to attend church. She is addicted to masturbation and raunchy romance novels that she has to hide from her mother. Angie suspects her mother lives a secret adulterous life and has several salesmen lovers. Ginger suspects that she suspects. Angie approves of her mother having lovers on the side, but Ginger doesn't know that. As a result, they have a strained relationship; when, in fact, they are peas in a pod. In body, mind, and spirit, Angie is to Ginger what Jerry is to Ray.

Jennifer, twelve, wavy brown hair down to her ass, shy, quiet, bookish, built, but terribly embarrassed by her new womanly features and the male attentions they invite. Jennifer would be another Cindy Greyson when her time came, but would not have a Greyson to compete against. Ginger put her hopes on Jennifer because Angie had no chance against Cindy. Ginger placed her hopes in Jennifer to elevate the Roberts name, a name Ginger would be stuck with for life. Though deep down Ginger and Jennifer are diametrical opposites, she is her mother's darling, and Jennifer thinks her mother is a perfect angel.

Rachel, ten, long curly brown hair, a precocious, tomboyish nymph, a daddy's girl with a sexual crush on her big brother. She is also overly fond of Ray to Ginger's great chagrin. She is fond of any male, in fact. Ginger has trouble keeping clothes on Rachel when men are around, impossible when Jerry is around. She has to watch Jerry like a hawk as well. Her son gets erections around Rachel which he does nothing to hide. Rachel sleeps in a room with an alarm system that blasts the house when her door opens. She has a chamber pot under her bed and a pitcher of water on the night stand.

Jerry drives Ginger to fits when he parades around the house in the nude, sporting an erection. Jennifer will storm out of the room. Angie will pretend not to look, but her peripheral vision is excellent. Rachel will kneel at his feet and worship it. He always gets his ass chewed out, but has grown immune to his mother's rantings. Rachel will stare openly and longingly at his bobbing, eight-inch member, even with her mother in the room. If within her reach, she reaches. If she reaches, Jerry steps forward. When this happens, Ginger has to pry her daughter's fingers off her son's hard cock.

This is most embarrassing for her, as Jerry won't help, nor will Dan, and she is forced to handle Jerry's penis in front of the family. Handling Jerry's cock occurs several times a day, but if she didn't force the two apart, they'd have oral sex in front of everyone, a prospect Ginger could not deal with. Besides, Jennifer expected her to stop it from happening. If Rachel is the devil on one shoulder, then Jennifer is the angel on the other. Ginger does not like taking Rachel to church, but can't afford to leave her alone with Jerry. Jennifer would not approve.

Rachel goes to church, but makes her mother pay dearly for it. Ginger has to check her constantly to insure she's wearing panties. If Rachel goes to the bathroom, she will return without her panties. She is a frequent bathroom visitor. Ginger has had to deal with numerous complaints about Rachel's nasty habit of shooting bare beavers in church--always from the women, never from the men. What makes matters worse is that the girl loves a good spanking. Ginger is at a loss when it comes to controlling her youngest daughter, and Dan is no help. Ginger must handle all discipline. Dan is the good guy. Nothing fazes Dan.

The sisters are constantly at odds due to the deep-seated jealousy Angie feels toward her sisters. Jennifer receives such preferential treatment, openly and unfairly applied, that Angie feels like a Cinderella. She gets loaded with housework, where Jennifer has no duties. Angie must work in the store without pay, while Jennifer gets an allowance that is three times hers with no chores required. If Angie steps out of line, Jennifer or Rachel is sure to tell.

The most outrageous example of injustice came when Jennifer needed to be disciplined. Jennifer was spoiled rotten. Stealing money from her mother's purse was her most common offense. Everyone knew she did it. If a twenty-dollar bill turned up missing, Jennifer would have some twenty-dollar extravagance in her room, or dangling from her ears. Ginger would not try to find out who stole the money, but would punish all with long restrictions--all except Jerry, who would not put up with his mother's bullshit once he turned fourteen and was bigger than his mother.

It was the girls who were punished for Jennifer's infractions. What made things worse was when Ginger would commute Jennifer and Rachel's sentences for the slightest good deed, while enforcing the restriction on Angie, no matter what she did to compensate for their crime. To watch Jennifer come and go as she pleased while she had to be bound to the confines of her home or the shop, drove Angie to tears. Especially when the original infraction was Jennifer's.

If she complained, told on Jennifer, or pointed out the evidence, she was spanked, naked, like a little child in front of the whole family. Naked spankings were meted out to Angie for her own infractions, always petty, some done by Jerry, Jennifer, or Rachel and blamed on Angie. There was no getting out of it. The family looked forward to them as a form of entertainment. The nude punishments had a sexual connotation to them, involving positions designed to expose her most intimate anatomy for extended periods. After a spanking, she'd have to stand, naked, her back to the wall for hours.

This intolerable situation did not improve as Angie grew into her teens. If anything, it got worse, because Jennifer instigated incidents just to get Angie punished. When Angie developed into her womanly curves, the sexual humiliation increased. No longer was it necessary to wait for a real infraction. Any accusation from any family member would suffice. An evening rarely passed that Angie wasn't stripped, posed, and strapped.

This was a game her mother played with her. The injustice was intentional and exaggerated. Angie knew that her mother loved her but enjoyed treating her this way. The family enjoyed watching the game being played out before them. The younger girls liked having a Cinderella sister. Her sisters enjoyed their evil stepsister roles. By the time Angie was sixteen, she'd grown accustomed to her living situation. She learned to accept the game and went along like a good sport. Her self image accepted her position. When she'd lose a contest to Cindy Greyson, she'd be punished, though she always came in first runner up. This didn't bother her, either. In her mind, she deserved the punishment.

Ginger's first indication that something strange was going on in Estelle Greyson's life was when she called to demand the shop be opened for her on a Sunday morning. The family was just about to get in their car and head off to church. All were dressed in their Sunday best, all but Jerry, who remained behind to watch TV.

Saying no to Estelle never dawned on Ginger, so she and Angie took her car and went downtown to opened the shop. Estelle arrived shortly afterward. She marched to the back room where they always went. Ginger and Angie followed, sensing something was different about her. For one thing, she did no browsing. She went straight to her padded chair and waited.

Ginger politely inquired, "What would you like to see, today? We have blouses in from..."

"Bring one pair of panties for Cindy, the cheapest you have. Have Angie disrobe completely, here, right here before me. I see no need to play this game with the dressing screen. I always thought that was an absurd practice, anyway. I don't know why I tolerated it for this long."

Ginger gulped, as did Angie. Ginger said, "Estelle's right, Angie; it is absurd. Go ahead and get your things off. I'll get the panties." To Estelle she said, "I'll choose a nice pair and sell them to you at cost. Will that be all right? Cindy deserves the best."

"Fine, as long as the best at your cost is less than the cheapest. For all the panties I've purchased, I should get them free."

"You're absolutely right, Estelle. Please, they are free. In fact, you're next ten will be free. You can have them all now if you wish."

"I'll take them one at a time as she needs them, as usual."

Angie was down to her bra and panties, having just rolled the pantyhose down her legs, when her mother bowed out to fetch the panties. Angie tried to turn away as she undid her bra, but Estelle told her to stand at her knees facing her. Bashfully, Angie moved up to Estelle's knees, feeling the piercing gaze on her breasts. With shaking fingers, blushing profusely, she unhooked the center clasp and shrugged off the bra. Wearing only panties, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and tugged them down, leaning over Estelle's lap as she worked them free of her feet.

Ginger returned and halted momentarily at the sight of Angie standing naked at Estelle's knees. She gathered her composure, took a deep breath, and casually walked up, handing Angie the French-cut designer panties, saying, "I'm sure Cindy will love these. Put them on, dear."

Estelle grabbed them before Angie could, then told her to stand with her feet out wide and move forward over her legs. Angie looked to her mother. Ginger gave her a nod, standing slightly to the rear at Estelle's left side. Angie moved her feet out and inched forward over the woman's lap. Estelle laid the panties open over her index finger, then brought that finger between the girl's legs. She poked up at the center of Angie's hole, getting a finger length of panty up her tight snatch.

Ginger looked on in shock and amazement, watching her old nemesis and best customer slowly stuffing the panties up her daughter's pussy, one finger's worth at a time, pushing and packing the material inside while Angie groaned, bit her lower lip, and clenched her jaw.

When Estelle had the panties fully inside, she said, "Now move closer and sit." Angie sat over Estelle's crotch. "Now, lie back on my legs. Go on, lean back."

Angie gave her mother a look of trepidation as she slowly let herself ease back. When her shoulders rested on Estelle's knees, Estelle took her legs and laid them open and out to the side, opening the plane of Angie's crotch. White material showed where a pink hole should be. Estelle pushed at the white until pink did appear. The panties were now deep inside the embarrassed and nervous teenager. Ginger watched the operation with new interest, admiring her daughter's familiar nether charms. Estelle then said, "Arouse yourself. Masturbate!"

Angie's head came up showing a shocked, disbelieving, pleading look aimed at her mother. Ginger shrugged and nodded, her heart pounding wildly. When Estelle repeated the order more firmly, Angie's hands went to work self-consciously on her exposed pussy. Estelle said, "I caught Cindy masturbating while sucking on the crotch of the last pair of panties I bought her." This news made Angie apply herself with more diligence. She rubbed her clit openly, mindless of the eyes watching. Her nipples erected to hard little cones before their eyes.

Estelle toyed roughly with her nipples and added, "I want you to soak these panties with your pussy juice, Angie. I intend to stuff these in her mouth." Angie moaned and rubbed harder, opening her legs wider. "It seems she has developed a taste for your vaginal secretions."

Angie rubbed her clit vigorously and moaned loudly, using her other hand to fondle her sex lips and poke at the panties in her hole. Estelle said, "I'm going to tape her mouth shut over them."

Angie squirmed, widened her legs to their fullest, and cried, "Ohhhhh!... Ughhh!" Her fingers worked her clit in a flurry of motion.

"I may make her sleep with your pussy-juice-soaked panties in her mouth. She can suck on your cunt cream all fucking night long."

"Ohhhh, yes!"

"I see that meets with your approval. Are you working up a good load of pussy cream for Cindy to suck on?"

"Yes, I'm trying."

"I want you to cum three or four times on them. Do you think you can do that, dear?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm cumming now! Aghhhh... Yessss!"

Angie came with a long moaning shudder, accompanied by many ohhhs and ahhhs. When she finished, she collapsed, panting, her arms falling at her sides. Estelle said, "Okay, that was a good one. Let's go for another. Why don't you hop down. We'll try a new position."

Angie struggled to get off. Ginger came up and helped. She stood on wobbly legs, her mother steadying her. Estelle caught both sets of eyes when she boldly hoisted her skirt past her waist and spread her legs. She wore no panties. Her adult vagina fanned out, the shaved lips gleaming, her clit standing tall. She said, "Get on your knees, Angie."

The color drained from Angie's face as her legs gave out and her mother let her sink to her knees between Estelle's legs. Estelle scooted to the seat's edge, lying low in the broad chair, bringing her legs up high and laying them out. She looked to Ginger's astonished face and said, "Ginger, be a dear and hold my legs apart for your daughter."

Angie sank back on her heels as her mother stood behind her and took Estelle by the ankles, holding them out widely separated. Angie stared the yawning pussy in the mouth, unable to believe her eyes. Estelle curled a beckoning finger poised over her mound, saying, "Come on, get closer. It's just a pussy. It won't bite. This will inspire you to really pour down your cunt cream."

Angie felt herself being drawn forward by an invisible force, her eyes never leaving the obscene sight. Estelle kept beckoning until Angie's face hovered over her beaver. Her female scent filled Angie's nostrils with every breath. Estelle said, "Yes, breathe deeply, that's the way. Breathe in the smell of my cunt, Angie. Now rub your cunt and make more pussy juice for Cindy."

Angie's hands went between her legs and resumed her vaginal massage. Her passions rose quickly; her face came closer, sniffing deeply. Estelle said, "This must be a real thrill for you, Angie, being this close to a Greyson vagina." Estelle's hands parted the lips and her fingers delved into the wet folds. She pulled her cunt wide open under Angie's nose, saying, "Do you like the way my pussy smells, Angie? Do you like the smell of Greyson pussy?"

Ginger moved forward, straddling her daughter's back so she could see over her shoulder, see her daughter's face over Estelle's fanned-out pussy. Moving forward also moved Estelle's legs back, bringing the pussy up, closing the gap between Angie's nose and the hole it hovered over. If Estelle released her cunt lips, they would close over that nose. Angie frigged herself hard while drawing in a deep breath. When she expelled that breath, she said, "Yes, I love the way your pussy smells."

Estelle locked eyes with Ginger, forcing Ginger to look down bashfully. Estelle took Angie by the chin and lifted her head until mother and daughter were face to face. She rummaged in her pussy, coating her fingers in her slime, saying, "You'll like this, then." She wiped a wet finger under Angie's nose, thoroughly wetting the girl's upper lip. "Is that better?"

Looking her mother right in the eyes, Angie said, "Yes, thank you."

"Are you getting those panties nice and wet. Is smelling my pussy helping?"

"Yes, I'm soaking them. It's helping."

Estelle gathered more and rudely smeared her wet fingers over Angie's lips, chin, cheeks, and nose, wiping her hand on the girl's face. She gathered more, and concentrated on the girl's slack lips. Her fingers delved inside. Angie parted her mouth to allow the fingers in. Estelle got a fresh load and pushed three fingers in Angie's mouth all the way to the back of her throat, saying, "I see you like the way Greyson pussy tastes, too."

In response, Angie sucked all three fingers, then each one individually, all the while looking into her mother's face. She frigged herself furiously, waiting for more. Estelle fed her by hand until Angie came with a violent shudder and loud moans. Estelle silenced her moans with wet fingers. Angie nursed on them as her orgasm subsided. When she was calm once again, she lowered her face to look into Estelle's eyes, adoringly.

Estelle casually wet her entire right hand while maintaining eye contact with Angie. She held her fingers just outside Angie's mouth. When Angie could see that Estelle wasn't going to feed them to her, her tongue came out slowly. It slithered up one finger, then licked another. Her tongue came out fully, pushing between slack fingers. Estelle raised her hand. Angie's head had to tilt back to keep up her licking. In doing so, she came face to face with her mother once again. Ginger's face stared down at her daughter's tongue, watching it slavishly licking pussy juice from Estelle's hand, putting on a lurid spectacle just for her. Angie made pleasure sounds with an expression of unmasked ecstasy.

Estelle allowed the vision to sear itself in Ginger's mind, then slowly brought her hand down and rested it over her cunt, palm down. Angie followed and kept licking. When she probed between fingers, her tongue touched pussy. Her tongue probed deeper between fingers. She concentrated between fingers. Angie resumed her finger play in earnest as Estelle slid her hand up her mound. Angie's mouth remained, licking pussy. Estelle laid her hands on the armrests and smiled up at Ginger. Ginger weakly smiled back, then dropped her gaze to look at the sight of her daughter feasting ravenously on Estelle Greyson's pussy, trying to get her tongue as far up the woman's hole as she could, frigging herself madly as she did so.

Estelle said, "Ginger, your daughter is an excellent cunt lapper. She is to be commended. Am I to presume that this will be a regular part of your service? Will you have Angie suck my cunt for me from now on?"

"Yes, of course. We will do whatever it takes to satisfy our best customer."

"You always do serve me well, Ginger. You know, I may bring Cindy next time. She'd enjoy this service as well. You have no objection, I'm sure?"

Angie reacted to this statement with renewed vigor. She wiped her face in Estelle's cunt, moaning loudly. Ginger said, "Uh... No... of course not."

"Angie obviously approves." Estelle patted her head, saying, "You'd consider it an honor to lick Cindy between the legs, wouldn't you, dear?"

Angie raised up to say, "Yes!" Then quickly resumed her slavish mouthing.

Estelle said, "Oh, my, it appears you have a young lesbian in the making, Ginger. You'll have to get this girl some cock, and soon. Maybe you'd like having a little lesbian underfoot. I don't blame you. She is a delightful little pussy licker. Oh, yes, baby, suck my clit. That's it. Harder! Ohhhhh... Yessss! Suck my pussy you little cunt sucking lesbian. Suck it, baby. Lap those juices from my hole like a good Roberts girl. Ohhhh, yes. That's so good, so nice."

Angie came once more while lapping Estelle's spend from her hole. When they calmed, Ginger released Estelle's legs and backed off of Angie. Angie sat back on her heels, her whole face gleaming. Estelle patted her lap, saying, "Turn around and sit here. Lie back against my chest."

Angie did so, reclining with her legs outside Estelle's legs, her head resting between breasts. Estelle hung her own legs over the ends of the armrests, then drew Angie's legs back to lay them outside her own. She told Ginger to get the panties. Ginger knelt, feeling a bit uncomfortable about digging in Angie's pussy, but she set about the task, reaching in, pinching the material between two fingers, and pulling slowly. The sopping wet material emerged gradually. Ginger held it aloft between the two fingers. Estelle said, "Yes, that's perfect. Now stuff them up your cunt."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me. Stuff them up your cunt. Take off your clothes and stuff them up your cunt."

Ginger, blushing profusely, began undoing buttons, snaps and zippers. As the clothing fell away, Estelle said, "You didn't actually think my Cindy would suck on panties that had touched a Roberts cunt, do you? Come, now, Ginger. I'm insulted."

While rolling pantyhose down her legs, Ginger apologetically said, "Well, I wasn't sure, but I'd never doubt you, Estelle."

"Yes, but you believed that ridiculous story when you knew I was just saying those things to excite Angie. You have insulted me and my daughter."

Ginger unhooked her bra, saying, "I'm so sorry, Estelle. I meant no disrespect."

"Well, you'd better show me how sorry you are."

Ginger quickly shimmied out of her panties and assumed a wide-legged stance. She immediately began stuffing the panties up her snatch, saying, "Oh, I will. I'll do anything. See, it's all in."

"Okay, now move up here so Angie can get them out with her teeth."

Ginger moved right up, having to climb up over both, standing on the edge of the seat and squatting over Angie's face. Angie used her fingers to pull a piece of material out so she could get her teeth over it. She eagerly performed the obscene task, not the least bit shy about doing so. She pressed her face in tight and nibbled the material out slowly, occasionally drawing back her head to give Estelle a good view, then munching her way up the cloth to her mother's cunt. In this way, Angie captured the panties in her mouth. She used her fingers to stuff it well inside.

Estelle then said, "Now you kiss her and get them in your mouth."

Ginger got down and leaned over them for the kiss. Their open mouths made a seal and Angie pushed the panties into her mother's mouth while Ginger gobbled them in. When the transfer was complete, Estelle said, "Now, use your mouth to put them back in Angie's cunt."

Ginger dropped to her knees and pressed her mouth firmly between Angie's pussy lips. With a little difficulty, she managed the obscene task, then sat back to look at the sight of two beavers, one right over the other. To her surprise, Estelle said, "Show Angie how pleased you are with her. Kiss her pussy, Ginger."

Angie looked to her mother, trying to stifle a smile. Finally, Ginger dropped to her knees and delivered a quick peck. Estelle said, "Oh, come now. She earned better than that. She earned a long, deep French kiss right up the hole." Ginger returned and delivered the required kiss, inserting her tongue, pushing the panties deeper and holding the kiss, waiting for a sign from Estelle that she was satisfied. The sign never came.

When Angie slid her hands down to part her pussy lips and began wiggling her hips to stimulate movement, Ginger took the hint and gave Estelle what she wanted to see, giving Angie what she wanted to feel. She ate her daughter's pussy like a pro. She sucked her clit to orgasm, then remained to lap her hole. She finished with long dog laps up her daughter's slit from asshole to clit.

When Ginger went low for another pass, she placed her palms on the insides of Estelle's thighs and began her pass by licking up Estelle's slit, then on to Angie's anus, then up Angie's slit. Each time, she went lower on Estelle until her tongue started at Estelle's anus and ended at Angie's clit. Estelle patted Angie's butt, saying, "Hop down, kiddo. Your mother and I have some unfinished business to attend to." Angie climbed off. Ginger sat back on her heels.

Estelle stood, lifted the front of her skirt to her middle, and moved up to Ginger, bringing her cunt to Ginger's mouth with her feet planted wide. Angie came alongside to watch. Ginger ran her hands up the backs of Estelle's thighs and pulled her face in tight to the crotch. She nuzzled her face in the wet beaver and planted loving kisses to the clit and slavish licks up the slit. Angie got on her knees between them and brought her face close to the action, almost cheek to cheek with her mother.

Far from inhibiting Ginger, having her daughter watch from so near drove her on. She scooted further under, between Estelle's legs, and reached up under the skirt to grasp her hips, pulling her face up from below to center her mouth at the hole. While Estelle ground her cunt on the face, Ginger wallowed her face in the cunt, inspiring Estelle to say, "It's about time you properly demonstrated your devotion to my cunt, Ginger. You know your proper place now, don't you?" Ginger nodded into the pussy, sucking as much of the cunt in her mouth as she could get.

She sucked and tongued the pussy. Fluids poured in her mouth, lots of fluid. The fluid flowed like piss. Ginger swallowed and her mouth filled again right away. Soon, she was sucking and swallowing as fast as she could, trying to keep up with the flow. Estelle emptied her bladder in Ginger's mouth. She let Ginger give her cunt a few more licks, then pushed her head away. She stood back, turned her back to Ginger and waited.

Ginger looked at the skirt-covered ass in her face for a second before it dawned on her what Estelle wanted. Angie realized first, and raised the hem to expose the white moons of Estelle's ass. Ginger used her hands to spread the cheeks, then pressed her face in tight, seeking the anus with her tongue. She found it and probed deep. She slid her hands around to the front and gripped Estelle's hip bones to pull her face in tight. She pushed her tongue as far up Estelle's ass as she could while Angie helped by prying the cheeks apart for her.

Angie moved to the front and dipped her head under Estelle's skirt. She licked her way up each thigh and licked her mother's chin in the process. This was Ginger's first indication that Angie was involved. Her hands moved down and encountered Angie's head. Excited by the knowledge that Angie would take this act upon herself. Ginger cupped her daughter's face and pulled it in tight to Estelle's cunt. She then pulled Estelle's cunt lips open for Angie as Angie did likewise with Estelle's ass cheeks. Estelle rocked her loins between the two females who were slavishly attending her intimate regions.

Estelle said, "This is marvelous, mother and daughter paying their respects. Tongue-fuck my asshole, Ginger. Fuck your daughter's face in my cunt like a good Roberts whore. Go, father fucker. Show Angie your talents. Teach her how to fuck her father the way you did. Yeah, I knew that would excite you. Now you're fucking my ass good. Get on my clit, Angie."

Ginger moved her hands into a position to open Estelle's cunt to her daughter's hungry mouth. Estelle cried out, "Suck a climax out of me. That's it, girl. Suck! Suck! Ohhhhh... Yessss! Fuck yes. Lick that pussy, girl. Help her out, Mommy."

Estelle enjoyed a delicious climax, then raised her right leg straight up, hugging it to her side with one arm while holding a clothes rack for support with the other. In this position, her crotch was a flat open plane that both mouths could work effectively in. From front and rear, they lapped at Estelle's pussy hole, their tongues dueling at the entrance. When Ginger had her tongue in the hole, Angie licked her mother's lips and tongue. Ginger did likewise when Angie was in. Estelle taunted, "That's it, girls, lick that pussy good; show your stuff; show me what you're good for; eat my pussy, you cunt hungry sluts!"

Estelle's insulting words only drove them on. They were both trying to get their tongues inside at the same time, and succeeding. Two mouths and a pussy merged into one passionate soul kiss with tongues darting from mouth to pussy and back. Two tongues entwined like eels, fucking in a wet pussy. Estelle swooned, "Oh, you nasty bitches. Keep that up. Play with each others' tits."

Ginger reached over and roughly fondled Angie's right tit. Angie sought out her mother's nipple. She found it fast and pinched it. She rolled it between her thumb and index finger. Ginger did the same to Angie's. Estelle got tired of her position after ten minutes and reluctantly brought her leg down and stepped away. Angie and Ginger stopped the kissing, but held each other by a tit.

Estelle sat in the chair and said, "Don't stop. Show me some hot mother/daughter lesbian action."

They needed no further prompting. They resumed their passionate kissing, bringing both hands into play. Ginger reached between Angie's legs and fingered her pussy. Angie's hand got between her mother's legs and fingered her pussy as hers was fingered by her mother. Ginger went to the floor on her back so that her head was toward Estelle, then rolled Angie on top of her. Angie quickly spun over to reverse their positions and straddled her mother's head as she buried her face in her mother's pussy.

The two went at each other like sex-starved lesbians. Ginger tilted her head back to look right at Estelle. She stuck her tongue far out, sticking straight up. Angie fucked her cunt on her mother's tongue like a lusty whore riding a stiff prick, humping and grinding her cunt up and down on her mother's tongue. Ginger pulled her daughter's cheeks apart to heighten the visual spectacle for Estelle, making her smile. Estelle got the hot mother/daughter lesbian act she wanted in spades. After their mutual climax, she got up and walked out.

After Estelle left, the two slowly drifted apart. They dressed without speaking. Ginger put her panties and pantyhose in her purse, so Angie did likewise. Once dressed, Ginger looked to Angie and said, "I don't want to talk about this, ever. It never happened, do you understand?"

"What never happened, Mom?"

"Good. Let's lock up and get out of here."

They dressed, locked up, and got in the car. Nothing was said for two blocks, then Ginger said, "I just want to say one thing before nothing happened. This does not mean you're a lesbian, Angie."

"I know."

Ginger looked to her with curious eyes, then said, "How do you know?"

"I just know. I don't think about those things. I still won't."

"Good. Let's just forget it. It's forgotten."

"Fine."

"Fine? What do you mean by, 'Fine?' What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing. I'm fine with forgetting."

"Look, I want to get one thing straight, first. I did those things because Estelle expected me to. She expected me to act like I liked it. That's the only reason."

"I understand. Let's just forget it."

They drove three more blocks in silence. At a red light, Ginger said, "I left you an opening. You're supposed to say you did it because Estelle expected you to."

"But that's not why I did it. That was it in the beginning."

"And later on?"

"I liked it."

"Damn! Why can't I say that? Why are you so open and guiltless, and I feel like burying my head? We both did the same thing. All right, damnit. I liked it too. There, I said it. Now we can forget it."

"Till next time."

Ginger laughed nervously, looked to Angie, smiled warmly, and said, "Yeah, until next time. It really was good, wasn't it, Angie?"

"Yeah, all of it."

"Are you looking forward to next time?"

"Yeah, aren't you?"

"To be honest, Yes! Yes! Yes! You know, I'm glad this is out in the open. After all the sex play that has gone on with you, me, and Estelle in that back room over the years, I am finally glad we got down and just did it. Trying to pretend nothing abnormal was going on while getting fingered by that woman, or watching her getting your vagina sopping wet for Cindy. You have no idea how hard it was to stay reserved and professional during all that. What was worse was looking you in the eye afterward. Now I can look you in the eye."

"Or the pussy?"

Ginger laughed and said, "You are developing a pottie mouth."

Angie turned abruptly in her seat to face her mother and said, "Speaking of pottie mouth, did Estelle pee in your mouth?"

"Oh, shit! You noticed?"

"I saw you swallowing like crazy, yes."

"She did. She emptied her bladder while I was sucking her vagina."

"Wow, that's heavy. She peed in my mouth too, but just a little."

"She did, huh? Did you swallow it?"

"Yes."

"Did you know it was pee?"

"Yes I knew. How could you not know? Her stream hit the back of my throat. I got a mouthful."

"Come on, Angie. It didn't bother you that she peed in your mouth?"

"No way. I thought it was great. I even sucked on her pee hole to get more. All I got were little squirts, but at least she knew I wanted more. I sucked hard on her pee hole and tickled at it with my tongue tip. She got the message. I could feel her straining. She tried, there just wasn't any left."

"I know, I'll bet I drank a quart. You are incredible, Angie. I never knew you had such a lusty nature."

"You too. It really turned you on when she called you a father fucker, didn't it."

Ginger recoiled out of habit. She said, "You are treading on sensitive ground now, Angie. Oh, what the hell! Why hide that now. As if you didn't know. Yes, it turned me on. Yes it's true. It still is true. At least once a week it's true."

"Yeah, I kind of thought so. He must be good."

"Yes, he is, but that's not why I see him. My mother trained me, conditioned me. I can't stop. I've tried; I can't. The only comfort I take is that he isn't my biological father. Big deal, huh?"

"I think so. He's still your father. We all think of him as your father. Everyone does."

"Do you disapprove?"

"No, of course not. I think it's neat. I think it's even neater that it has gone on all these years, and he got you pregnant."

"Yeah, four times and still trying."

"So he is my father. I thought so. That's great. Does Daddy know?"

"Yes, he knows everything. I can tell him anything. I'll tell him what happened today. As long as we keep Estelle happy, he's happy."

"He ought to be happy then, because we sure know how to keep her happy."

"Yeah, by groveling in her crotch."

"We do grovel well, especially when we grovel together."

"Look, I hope you don't expect things will change between us outside of that room. This makes no difference on that score. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yeah, Jennifer is still your favorite. I understand."

"Well, I'm not going to deny that. She is. If you must know, I treat you like a red-headed step child because I was raised that way. You are getting the same treatment I got while growing up. It's just the cross you have to bear, like I had to bear mine. In a way, I picked you to live my life. I identify with you. In that way, you are my favorite if that makes you feel any better."

"It does. At least now, I know why. That helps a lot. We are a lot alike, you know? We both like eating Greyson pussy and each other."

"That was something, wasn't it? Both of us fighting to get our tongues up her twat at the same time, licking each other's tongues, licking pussy together, doing each other in front of her. I love humbling myself before that woman. I don't know why, but I do. I can't get low enough. I will enjoy seeing you do the same for Cindy. You should worship that girl's cunt. She's twice the beauty you are."

"Mom, stop it. You're getting me all horny again. I love hearing you talk dirty."

"Yeah, I'll bet that is a shocker for you. Did you ever in your life hear me say, pussy or twat?"

"I've never heard you say piss, now we drink it from a pussy."

"Now you're making me horny."

"Let's go back to the store."

Ginger looked to Angie as their driveway loomed ahead. She smiled and said, "Do you really want to?"

Angie slid up next to her mother. She put one arm around her shoulder and ran the other up her thigh and into her crotch, squeezing the pulpy lips. She brought her mouth to her ear, licked, and said, "I want to squat on your face. I want to suck on your cunt. I want to suck on your piss hole and tickle the hole with my tongue like this."

Ginger hit the brakes and whipped a uey.

Return to Book 1


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Book 2: School Daze


The weekend was such a success that Estelle wanted to begin immediately altering Cindy's school life. She spent long hours plotting, planning, and thinking. When Cindy returned to school after her weekend initiation into the world of perverse adult sex, she did so in an outfit that Estelle selected. Her skirt hem came to just below the crotch where the school dress code required skirt lengths no higher than mid-thigh.

In addition, she wore no panties to cover her shaved pussy. Her thin blouse revealed the contour of her braless breasts. The darker nipples drew attention to themselves. She wore four-inch heels where heels over one inch for students was forbidden. She lasted two hours before being called to the principal's office. In that two hours, she created quite a stir. Estelle received the call she anticipated and went to the school.

She strode into the principal's office where Cindy sat with a man's suit coat draped over her legs. Three men and one woman looked gravely at her. Estelle entered, took in the scene, then said, "Hal, have them wait elsewhere."

Hal nodded to his people. They quietly departed. When the door closed, he said, "Mrs. Greyson, I am terribly sorry to have to call you in on this, but as you can see, Cindy is dressed inappropriately for school. Frankly, we are shocked to see her this way. We don't know what has come over her, and she won't give us a clue. I thought you'd want to see for yourself."

Estelle removed the suit coat and looked Cindy over. She said, "I see a well-dressed young woman. I picked out that outfit myself. Don't you think she looks good, Hal?"

"Well, of course she looks good. She always looks good, but honestly, you must admit, there's too much of her showing."

"She has a beautiful body. I want her to be proud of it."

"I agree, and the whole county is proud of it; but we have a dress code here at the high school, and Cindy is way over the limits."

"Then change the dress code."

"I have no authority to do that. The school superintendent sets the rules."

"Get him on the phone."

"What, right now?"

"Now!"

Hal hit the intercom and directed his secretary to get the school superintendent on the phone. One minute later, Hal handed the phone to Estelle.

Estelle said, "Don, this is Estelle Greyson... Yes, but we'll discuss that later. I'm in Hal Peterson's office. You remember, Hal, the man we hired over several better qualified candidates because I liked his eyes. The man we hired despite the fact that he lied on his resume. Well, Hal is having difficulty with the dress code. He wants it abolished. He informs me that progressive schools have no dress code. Dress codes are old fashioned. I want ours ended immediately... No, I won't wait for any meeting. You have the authority without a meeting. End it, now... Good, here, tell your principal about your decision. I'm sure he will be pleased."

Estelle handed the astonished principal the phone. "Hello, Mr. Hightower, this is Hal Peterson... Yes sir... No sir... Yes Sir... Yes sir. I'll see to it. Thank you, sir."

Hal hung up the phone and cast sheepish eyes on Estelle. She mocked, "Yes sir, no sir, three bags full, sir! Really, Hal, you needn't be so obsequious. I assumed you had a set of balls that went with those gorgeous eyes. Jonathan can't dismiss you unless I say he can. I hired you; only I can fire you. If you like being fawning and obsequious, be that way with me."

Hal studied Estelle with a curious mix of fear, humility, and intrigue as she crossed to him and chucked him under the chin with a delicate finger, saying, "I must advise you, though, I find such men to be sloth creatures without spines." She trailed that finger lightly down his front. As he stood before Cindy, supported by his desk on stiff arms, he watched Estelle's finger trace down his front toward his waist. Beyond her, he could see Cindy settling back and crossing her legs in an unladylike manner, exposing her naked crotch.

His eyes were drawn to her enticing labia lips, then jerked back, wide open, when Estelle grabbed him by the balls, saying, "On the other hand, men with big balls excite me." She squeezed and fondled his nut sack through his slacks, bringing Hal stiffly to his toes. "You do have a nice, big pair of testicles, Hal."

While her mother fondled the principal between his legs, Cindy competed for his attention by increasing her exposure, slumping lower in her seat and moving her knees apart. She trailed a finger up the inside of her creamy inner thigh, moving her hem up as she did. Hal's eyes followed her finger as it teasingly stroked through her wet slit. Estelle moved her hand over the growing erection and purred, "Ummm, nice."

Estelle turned her head to see what had Hal's attention so riveted. She smiled when she saw what Cindy was doing. She said, "I see you like them young. You are a man of good taste. Don't get your hopes up, big boy, she's no virgin." Cindy widened her legs and slipped a finger in her pussy. "Do you like Cindy's pussy, Hal? Do you like them shaved to look even younger? Does the sight of prepubescent pussy put the lead in your pencil? Is that what lights your fire, the real tight stuff? The report I read from your last teaching job said you did."

He found his first words, saying, "Estelle, what do you want? What's this all about?"

"Hummm, that's better. You almost sounded like a man. What's this about? It's about my daughter. She likes to flaunt her sexuality. She likes showing her lovely charms. I support her. The girl stays horny. She likes to see cocks like yours stand up and salute her beauty. Can you blame her? She won't have a body like this forever."

"Estelle, if you keep doing that, there's going to be an embarrassing accident."

"Oh, I see. Well, we wouldn't want this magnificent cannon to go off accidentally, would we?" She boldly unzipped him and reached in to free his straining erection. Hal made no move to stop her, but cringed at the prospect of having his naked cock and balls in the clutches of the infamous Ice Queen. Beads of sweat appeared on his wrinkled brow as Estelle freed his eight-inch cock and curled her long-nailed fingers around it, angling it down toward Cindy, pumping along its length, saying, "There will be no accidental discharge, now."

Cindy, wanting to match her mother's boldness, pulled her skirt over her hips and unbuttoned her blouse. She put on a lusty exhibition, fondling her lush breasts and her wide open pussy. Hal groaned, "Oh, God!"

"Relax, Hal. I didn't come here to hurt you, and she's not here to tease you. If there is one thing I've taught my daughter it is that she finish what she starts. We both hate a cock tease."

Cindy got down on her knees and crawled to Hal's feet. She took his cockhead in her mouth, eliciting another groan from the astonished principal. While Estelle jerked him off in Cindy's sucking mouth, Cindy fumbled with his belt. Seconds later, Hal's pants fell to his feet. Estelle released her handhold to facilitate the lowering of his boxer shorts, then resumed her stroking as they hung at his knees. Hal watched the lurid sight of a mother jacking his cock in her daughter's mouth. All inhibitions and reservations left him as he lent himself to their obscene purpose.

He moaned when Cindy unmouthed him and stood. She pulled the chair close, then presented her ass to Hal, bending forward at the waist to grab the seat for support. With her ass at the tip of his penis, Estelle flipped Cindy's skirt over her hips, exposing all of her daughter's ass and the rear view of her pouting sex lips, wet, inflamed, and ready for penetration. Estelle pushed his prick down and nestled it in her daughter's hairless, coral-pink inner folds of warm, oily pussy flesh. She used the instrument to slide up and down through the slimy wet slit as Hal let out a deep groan of lusty need. Cindy wiggled her butt invitingly.

Estelle held him poised at the entrance of Cindy's hole, and Cindy wiggled her ass to engulf the head. Hal moaned, waiting hopefully. Estelle released him and sat beside him on his desk. Hal turned questioning eyes on her. She calmly said, "Do you have the balls to fuck my daughter right in front of me?"

Hal was in a quandary. He never wanted in a pussy so badly in his life. No pussy ever felt so good or looked so fine as the one that wiggled on the head of his dick. His cock screamed at him to push forward. His mind screamed that he'd be committing professional suicide if he did. Though he feared a setup, and knew he was in a trap, he took the plunge. Grasping Cindy firmly by the hips, he steadily pulled the Ice Queen's daughter over his penis, accepting whatever fate would befall him.

Once inside, he knew that whatever that fate was, the cost was worth it. When the floor didn't open up and swallow him, he fucked the girl with wild abandon, crudely buffeting young Cindy, slamming into her repeatedly. His ears barely caught Estelle's admonition to cum in her ass. The words did not register at first; but when they did, they drove him wild.

Fearing a loss of control, he withdrew and smeared her juices over the pink pucker of her anal ring. He then centered on her rosebud and firmly pulled it over the head of his cock. Cindy only let out a slight groan, so he pulled another inch, then two, then four, six, and finally, all eight inches were inside the girl's warm, tight, buttery ass and his big balls pressed against her shaved pubic lips.

Experienced child butt fucker that he was, Hal knew right away that someone bigger than he had been up her dirt road not long before him. Hal's delighted cock slithered through the hot mushy shit of her colon and whipped the contents into a hot creamy soup. Hal Peterson butt fucked the beauty queen teen and came shortly after he began shoving his spurting cock deep, moaning out his release with his head thrown back, his face in a tight grimace.

When his composure slowly returned, he found himself with a teenage girl impaled on his cock, her mother grinning beside him. Like a prisoner mounting the gallows, he looked at the mother and said, "What now, Estelle?"

"Now, the fun begins. How was it, dear? Is Mr. Peterson a good mount?"

"Ummm, yes. He fucks me so good."

"That's wonderful. Now, when you get called to the principal's office, you'll know what to expect. Hal Peterson is not the kind of man that is going to take any shit from you. He will take his pleasure with you whether you are in the mood or not. He might fuck you himself, or share you with his friends. You are just another whore in his school. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, but I'll be the best whore he has."

Hal observed this exchange with curious pleasure. His cock, still buried in Cindy's tight ass, did not significantly diminish. As the conversation progressed, as it became obvious their words were indirectly aimed at him, as the lurid message sank in, and as he began to believe they were sincere, his cock became rigid once more. He listened closely.

Estelle said, "Of course you will be his best whore, you're a Greyson. If he ever says otherwise, I will personally beat you with a belt. While you are in school, you are his whore. He has my complete support, and he has no fear of being fired. He knows if any teacher, parent, administrator, or student gives him a hard time, they will have Estelle Greyson to deal with."

Hal began slowly sawing his turgid cock in Cindy's ass while attentively hanging on every word. Cindy said, "Nobody will dare try to fuck me once word gets out that I am Hal Peterson's whore."

"That's right. Between you being Estelle Greyson's daughter and Hal Peterson's whore, you'll be virtually untouchable."

Hal fucked Cindy with a steadily building cadence. He could not believe his great fortune but wasn't about to question it, either. Before long, he pounded his cock in her soft ass as Estelle reached around and took his balls in her hand. Fondling them gently while he fucked her daughter's ass, she said, "A man with balls like these will not be at all bashful about taking a student as his whore. He will boldly take her from a class, fuck her in the boy's room or the hall, then return her with his cum running down her legs."

Hal immediately reacted to this lurid image, thrusting deep. Cindy excitedly said, "Yes, and sometimes he strips me in class and fucks me on the teacher's desk."

Hal pounded his cock in her and cried, "Oh, yes, you delicious little slut. Take my cock, you fucking teenage whore!"

Cindy cried, "Yes, and all the girls are green with envy when they see his big cock going all the way up my cunt. They all want to be Mr. Peterson's whore, but I'm the chosen one. The guys all want to fuck me, but nobody gets to fuck me unless Mr. Peterson says so. Those cowards won't even try. He usually lets the teacher have sloppy seconds and then he chooses one boy from the class for thirds."

This took Hal over the edge, and he blasted her colon once more while Estelle milked his balls. After he regained his composure, his cock slipped out, a drained noodle to its former greatness. Cindy collapsed to her knees and hugged the chair.

Estelle, still holding his balls, said, "Yes, a man with balls could have the time of his life in a situation such as this. He need have no worry about the police. Sixteen is the cutoff age for statutory rape in this state. Besides, I own the department and the courts. I certainly hope you live up to your balls, Hal. I am not easily impressed. It would be a shame to lose you."

Neither the message nor the implied threat was lost on Hal. He looked to Estelle and said, "I take it you want bold, aggressive action on my part."

"You take it right."

"What Cindy just said, about fucking in front of a class, is that what you want?"

"That would be impressive, yes, but I don't expect that in particular. I do expect you to try and impress me. I don't impress easily."

"And do you really think you can protect me from any recriminations?"

"I know so. I have protected you so far, haven't I."

"Well, yes, so far."

"You see, Hal, I've known about the games you and your buddies have been playing here at the high school, getting away with wholesale rape and running a stable of student whores by throwing my name around. I let you get away with that, too."

"I suspected as much. I knew I had friends in high places."

"I don't think you know me very well, Hal. You are not from here. This county would dry up and blow away if I were to relocate my company. Property values would plummet. People who own homes would be ruined and most own. Even the coloreds own homes. If an individual or group of individuals did anything to threaten the security of Greyson Industries, they'd face an angry mob along with the full weight of city and county government behind the mob. I wouldn't have to lift a finger; but if I did, I could destroy anyone from the mayor on down. And you needn't worry about the press reporting anything. I own the press and I have controlling interest in both radio stations."

"If I did what you suggest, the news might go far from this county."

"That's possible but not likely. Leaking damaging information would be like throwing a rock at my home or my plant. People won't do that openly, and outsiders put little stock in anonymous reports. Then again, someone or some group might go straight to state authorities in attacking you personally. I can always bring pressure to bear to have charges dropped, but when things get outside my direct spheres of influence, anything might happen."

"My experience has been that everything does happen. On the other hand, I never had any real power behind me."

"You now have money and political clout behind you, but you still need balls. Anything worthwhile entails an element of risk. If it didn't, men with tiny nuts could be king. Kings have big balls, Hal. Kings have balls like these, but not all big-balled men are kings. It takes more than balls. It takes a willingness to assume risks. I can tell you one thing, though. Anyone who investigates these wild reports will need eyewitnesses who are willing to go on record. You have a constitutional right to be confronted by your accusers. It would take a rare individual to do that. Those who do will have a hundred voices that deny their claim to every voice that supports it."

"What is it that you want, exactly?"

"Simple. I want you to use my daughter outrageously. I want you to create a scandal. Treat her as your whore in as public a way as you dare. The more who see you using her, the better I'll like it. If it hasn't dawned on you yet, I enjoy this fantasy. I have a strong itch to see it become reality. When I get an itch, I get it scratched. If you can't scratch my itch, I'll get someone who can. That's not a threat, I'm just being candid with you. From what I just saw, you'll do marvelously. That is, if you have the balls to follow through."

"Tell me more about this fantasy. What do you see happening."

"Essentially, my fantasy involves blackmail by perverts who want to ruin me by turning my lovely daughter into the most outrageous whore. They have something on me that can ruin me financially. If I were ever to lose my money, I would be powerless in a community with numerous enemies wanting to get even. Naturally, I will do anything to prevent this from happening. I will even sacrifice my only child. The blackmailers know this and simply want me to suffer continual humiliation by watching my daughter's degrading fall from social grace."

"I see, but you don't find this humiliating in reality."

"Not in the least. I love it. I don't care what people think, never have. Look at that child, Hal. She's lovely, virginal, pure, and sweet. This girl is built for sex. Who, in their right mind, wouldn't kill to watch this child in hot, nasty, vulgar action? What male wouldn't kill to bury his cock in her mouth, ass, or cunt? Furthermore, show me a female that wouldn't derive secret pleasure from seeing a potential competitor such as Cindy tainted with the whore label, reduced to mating with animals and riffraff. Deep down, we're all bitches, Hal. If you play the role of my blackmailer, you won't get any real opposition. Oh, some people will make noise, but no one will seriously try to stop you, at least, no one in this county. I am quite sure of that."

"How will I know if I step over the line."

"I don't see how you could, so long as her health and safety are protected. Don't worry about stepping over any lines. We will be in constant and close contact."

"Then I suppose you'll tell me what you want done, and I do it."

"I don't want to direct your every action, Hal. I trust you can be creative. I trust you have an imagination. I want to be entertained. Without being too specific, I want her body exposed, crudely and often. I'd like her to be publicly disciplined by both you and her teachers. I want her fucked often by a variety of cocks, and they needn't all be human. I want every teacher she comes in contact with to be openly sexually abusive with her. That includes the female teachers."

"That will be difficult. I only have two that I could count on."

"Nonsense, Hal. There isn't a male teacher in this school that wouldn't give his left testicle to mount Cindy over his desk. The only thing that stops them is fear of punishment. Take that away by reversing the situation and you'll be up to your ears in sexually abusive teachers. And the females will love the opportunity to degrade and humiliate Cindy, taking a beauty queen down a few pegs is every woman's secret dream. Teachers are basically rule freaks. They live by rules, compulsive followers of rules. All you need do to alter a teacher's behavior is change the rules. Any teacher who does not follow the new rules must be disciplined severely in my presence."

"Some of these teachers won't stand for that, Estelle."

"Any who refuse punishment or consistently refuse to cooperate will be arrested and charged with indecency with minors. You supply the name; I'll handle the rest. I will see that the charge is suspended if the teacher leaves the county quietly, but not before putting a thorough scare into them. Don't worry about the teachers. We need to crucify one to serve as an example. Pick one that you think might be a problem and provoke an incident."

"I could pick three just off the top of my head."

"Pick as many as you like. I'll turn them into a child porno ring. I can even get the pictures made. Teachers are so easy to blackmail. Not only can you fire them on the word of two or more students, but you can see to it that they never teach again anywhere else. They are the most vulnerable people to a frame-up, and they know it. They'll get in line quickly. I'm sure you have some cute young things working for you that you would love to get bent over your desk. This is your golden opportunity. As long as you take care of my needs, you can have a virtual harem."

"I suppose I could."

"Hal, you left your last position under a cloud of suspicion. You were accused of fondling young girls. You like that young stuff, don't you?"

"I have that weakness, yes."

"How young, twelve, ten, eight, younger?"

"Six to twelve."

"Don't you think that some of your teachers have cute little bundles of tight, virgin flesh that they would be more than happy to hand you on a silver platter to get out of a molestation charge, the humiliation that goes with it, and the long jail time they'd face if they failed to cooperate. An ambitious man like you could build quite a harem of prepubescent little whores. I could help you build that harem. I don't mind telling you, I like the idea. Cindy will be leaving for college in a little over a year. I'll still need entertaining."

Estelle released Hal's balls when she could see his wheels turning. Hal pulled up his shorts and pants and began pacing in deep contemplation. Estelle let him think. After a minute, he stopped and said, "You know, I think you are right. I think this can work beautifully. You are absolutely right about their vulnerability. I could get dozens of written complaints on any one of them, complaints that would stick if we pushed it that far. The police will go along with this, right? Would they actually come and arrest any teacher I fingered?"

"Would you like to speak with Chief Evans and hear it from him?"

"No, I believe you. Estelle, this is fantastic, unbelievable. It's certainly worth the risk. I mean, any charge against me would have to be adjudicated in this county, right?"

"That's right. Moving jurisdiction would need the governor. The governor owes me. Besides, if the heat got too intense, there's always a job waiting for you with my company. We have plants in three states. If you do right by me, I'll let you pick one. You seem to have someone in mind."

"I do, but she's not a teacher. In fact, she works for Greyson Industries. We just broke up. She has an adorable nine-year-old daughter, a lovely little Lolita named Cathy. Mommy caught me with my fingers in the pie one too many times and dumped me. Actually, the last time she caught me, it wasn't my finger."

"That's a shame, but I'm surprised she didn't dump you after the first incident."

"The woman had wedding bells ringing in her ears, and we'd only been dating a week. She tolerated an incredible degree of sexual abuse. It took conditioning, but I could eventually sit next to her on the sofa and finger her naked daughter on my lap. She let us take baths together, and she allowed her to share the bed with us. I slept between them and spent all my time curled up with Cathy. One night, we woke her mother up in the middle of the night. She cautiously reached around my hip, felt for my cock, and found it half buried in her little girl's twat. She was decent enough to let me finish, and even let me sleep with my cock in her daughter's snatch. The next morning, the bitch freaked out only when it finally dawned on her that it was Cathy I wanted, not her. She gave me the old heave ho. I want that kid, Estelle."

"Then you shall have her. Give me the woman's name. I'll have her arrested immediately for prostituting her daughter. I will have a squad car deliver Cathy to you at your apartment by six this evening. You will have legal guardianship while her mother tries to win her freedom."

"You can do that?"

"It will only take two phone calls--one to Chief Evans, and one to Judge Stevens. I'll do this for you just because it pleases me to take a loving mother's child from her and turn that child over to a child molester. Besides, occasionally, I have to throw my big cats some raw meat to play with. I hope the mother is attractive."

"She is very attractive and sexy. I want her almost as much as I want her daughter. I just don't want to marry her. When you say, 'Big Cats, ' I assume you are referring to the police."

"That's right. They are my big cats."

"I don't want Brenda hurt or sent to prison. She's a good woman. I do want her brought under my control, though."

"I can work this any way you want, but I want her for a week, at least. I need to keep my big cats well fed. She'll be broken. She'll surrender custody to you. You can adopt the child if that's your wish. She'll be fired, of course. She'll need a job. Perhaps you need a live-in nanny for your Lolita."

"Estelle, you are evil."

"Yes, and everyone knows that. Just give me her name before I leave."

[The ordeal of Cathy's mother is told in "Losing a Mommy, Gaining a Maid".]

"I'll do that. Now, I can relax. I've knocked up quite a few little women since I arrived."

"Do tell."

"Actually, I arrived here with one; unfortunately, the mother came with her. She is an adorable twelve-year-old. Her mother was more accommodating than Brenda. I dumped her a few months after we got here, just as her daughter was ready to drop the kid. It pissed her off pretty bad. I had good reason, though. I met this incredible woman with three girls--a fifteen-year-old, a thirteen-year-old, and an eleven-year-old--the mother lode. All three are now pregnant and showing."

[If you're into this perversion, read "Bad Girls".]

"You are a virile rascal. You do need my help. You're a menace."

"Don't I know it. Estelle, I'm your man. I'm going to do this. I'm going all the way, balls to the wall. I'll fuck your daughter at an assembly if that will turn you on."

"Good, that's what I want to hear. You just make like you have something on me. I can't be seen as a willing participant, but I am very blackmailable. The people here know I'm vulnerable. I have few true friends. You will get more support if they think you have me by the short hairs. I am a fair actress. Do not ever show me the slightest respect or deference in the presence of others. You may verbally abuse me to your heart's content, and I will tolerate a fair degree of physical abuse as well. Don't go too far, not that I wouldn't like it, but few would buy it. If you were to grab my breast or slap my ass after dismissing me, I'm sure that would go over quite well. I will, of course, act indignant, but that's all I'll do before storming off.

"As for what you do to Cindy in my presence; and believe me, I want things done to her in my presence; there are no limits. You can piss in her face while a dog is fucking her ass... Surprised? It's been done, and done often."

"Your daughter has been fucked by a dog?"

"Oh, I see that interests you? Yes, she will eagerly take a dog in any hole. Indulge yourself. You see, Hal, people who know me see me as a woman who will sacrifice my daughter to save my image or fortune. Some call me the Ice Queen. No one will be the least surprised to discover that I stood silently by while you abused her. Turning her over to you to use as your personal whore in order to safeguard my precious money would be in keeping with my character. There's your cover story if you need one. I'm sure you'll be inundated with questions. Make up any story you like, just keep me informed of what you are telling people."

"I'm liking this more and more."

"I'm glad. Now, I want detailed reports from you daily. I want to know how many cocks have violated her and in which way. I want to know every pussy she licks or tit she sucks. I want the names of everyone who participates. Before she graduates, I want every male in her junior class to sample her and as many females as possible. I want every teacher, male and female, to have sex with her. I want numbers, Hal, the more the merrier."

"I'll do my best."

"Have the nurse monitor her health daily as well. Also, have the junior class and all teachers checked for VD. She may be pregnant. If not, she soon will be. I am breeding her with my Negro man servant. She will bear the child and nurse it in school, your wishes, of course."

"Estelle, you are too much. That's marvelous. I admire your style. So that's why you made me cum in her ass. And I foolishly thought you were protecting her."

Estelle laughed, "That's rich!"

"I suppose we'll need to keep semen out of her vagina until we are successful."

"Absolutely, but as soon as we know, let the sperm fly freely. In the mean time, her ass or mouth make fine receptacles. See that her cunt gets a thorough workout, just see that the sperm goes elsewhere."

"I will see to it personally, Estelle."

"I'm sure you will."

"Look, I'd like to get started right away. My assistant principal will be the perfect first candidate. He knows everyone, and he has a big mouth. Besides that, the man is a walking erection and adores your Cindy."

"By all means, bring him in. Cindy, arrange your clothes and sit demurely. Look properly humbled and frightened, just as you did when I walked in here. I'll sit on that couch and look properly pissed."

Hal pressed the intercom button and said, "Marge, send Richard in." Turning to Estelle, he said, "You are going to love this, Estelle. Try not to smile."

Estelle made a stern, icy expression and said, "How's this?"

"That's beautiful. Hold that expression."

Richard Wright entered the office. He was a balding man in his forties, slightly overweight, and wearing an ill-fitting cheap suit. As Estelle studied him, she figured that if she had to pick a child molester out of a faculty photo, she would pick Richard. Her excitement grew as she observed him trying to keep his eyes off of Cindy's legs. Her upper thighs attracted his eyes like powerful magnets, even though Cindy sat with her knees together and her hands resting modestly over her skirt's hem.

He nervously said, "What can I do for you, Mr. Peterson?"

"First of all, knock off the Mr. Peterson shit." Richard's eyes darted to Estelle, then went back to Hal. "I was just telling Estelle what you said the other day, about Cindy."

Richard gulped, then said, "Uh, I'm not sure what you are referring to."

"You know, how you'd give you left nut to fuck the ass off that cute little bitch."

Richard recoiled defensively, going pale. He looked plaintively to Estelle, his mouth moving but no words coming out. Hal went on before Richard could voice a denial, "You did say that, didn't you? You would like to fuck the girl, wouldn't you?"

"Hal, what are you doing?"

"Look at her, Richard. No, don't look at that bitch, look at her daughter! She's the one you want to fuck, not that tired old cunt."

"Hal, are you nuts? Have you lost your mind?" He cast apologetic eyes on Estelle, surprised to see her taking the abuse in silence. She took it, but looked like she could chew through a truck bumper.

"Richard, if you want her, take her. Go on, go over there and take her blouse off. Take the girl's blouse off, Richard." When Richard just stood, staring from Estelle to Cindy, Hal said, "Consider it an order. I take full responsibility. Go, remove the girl's blouse."

Richard expected Estelle to launch herself from the couch, or at least say something. When she didn't, he timidly approached Cindy. He gave one more glance to Estelle, then reached trembling fingers to Cindy's blouse. Cindy stiffened and turned her head away, but made no move to block him with her hand. Richard undid one button, glanced to Estelle, undid another, then the third. He then went right on down, and drew the flaps open, baring Cindy's breasts. His eyes devoured her twin swells with their rigid, pert nipples ringed with tiny goose bumps. While keeping his eyes on the twin globes, he removed the blouse and let it fall.

"Good, now feel them. Suck on her titties if you want. Go ahead."

Richard knelt at the side of Cindy's chair. He seemed to forget about Estelle and eagerly fastened his stubby fingers over the firm flesh. He squeezed, molded, and pinched the flesh into distortion, getting rougher and rougher. He knelt and fastened his mouth on her left nipple and sucked hard. He went from one to the other while Cindy sat stoically with her head turned bashfully away from her mother.

Hal addressed Cindy, saying, "Use your hands, girl. Offer those titties to my assistant. Lean into his mouth." Shyly, Cindy brought her hands up and cupped her titties, leaning into the mouth. Richard was delirious, going from one to the other, delighted at the way she turned her torso as each was presented. He nibbled and sucked, looking up to see her reaction, seeing how she no longer looked away but was watching closely, breathing hard, a clear sign of arousal in her soft eyes, her berry-hard nipples excited by his oral technique as he flicked his tongue over them and bit lightly.

When he eased off of one, she moved the other quickly to his mouth. He didn't have to move; she came to him. Estelle's cold steel voice pierced the sound of heaving breathing and slurping suck sounds, saying, "All right, Hal, you've proved your point. Leave her be."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! She's my whore now, and I'll do with her as I please. Cindy, lift your skirt and part your legs. Show Richard your hot pussy."

Richard sat back on his heels to see if she'd comply. Indeed, her hands pulled the skirt up to her middle and her knees drifted a foot apart. The sight of her hairless slit opening to reveal it's coral interior stole his breath away as Hal said, "Get those fucking legs out wide, damnit!" Cindy moved her knees out to their fullest, exposing the full open plane of her moist sex. Richard's hand went to her crotch and cupped her sex. Cindy stiffened and grimaced as he inserted his fuck finger. His other hand returned to fondle her breasts.

Hal said, "Is that good pussy or what, Richard?"

"You're God damned right it is. What the hell is going on, Hal?"

"Feel her asshole."

The finger eased out and trailed the run of vaginal lubricants, sliding down her ass crack. His wet finger slipped easily in her slimy rear hole. He exclaimed, "You son-of-a-bitch! You fucked her? You fucked her in the ass?"

"Nice ass, too, huh? You want her naked?"

"Oh, Jesus!"

"Cindy, lift your ass so Richard can get your skirt off." Cindy reached for the seat and raised up. Richard unsnapped and unzipped her skirt, then drew it down her legs and off. "Leave the heels on. I think she looks sexier wearing only heels, don't you."

"Fuck yes! This kid would look sexy in a deep sea divers suit." Before she could settle back down, Richard got both hands under her ass, cupping her soft globes. She spread her legs as his mouth moved between her thighs. When he buried his face between her legs, she swooned and raised herself higher, spreading herself wider, crying out, "Oh, Mommy, he's kissing my vagina. He's putting his tongue inside the hole. He's licking my pussy, Mommy!"

Richard clutched her in a tight grip trying to stay with her gyrations. He feasted on her nectar, inspired by her obvious enjoyment of the lurid act. From his rear, he heard, "Honestly, Cindy, you're making a fool of yourself."

Hal sternly said, "I thought I told you to shut up. The kid is a whore now, she's supposed to love it. Get used to it, Estelle. You gave birth to a whore--my whore."

Richard paid her no mind and continued eating the thrashing teen until she reached a powerful climax. He let her down then pried her legs apart to study her pussy in detail, saying, "God damn, this is the finest looking cunt I've ever seen."

"Why look when you can fuck it?"

"Don't tease me, Hal."

"Pick her up, Richard."

Richard reached one arm around her back and the other under her legs then stood. Hal said, "Now, go lay her on her mother's lap."

By this time, Richard lost his fear of Estelle and walked straight over and deposited Cindy on Estelle's lap. He positioned Cindy's ass right over Estelle's thighs. Estelle sharply protested, "Look, if you insist on letting this animal violate my daughter on my lap, at least allow me to remove my skirt. This is a five-hundred-dollar, Journet original. I don't want it soiled."

"Very well. Richard, would you lift her for a second. We certainly wouldn't want to soil Estelle Greyson's Journet."

Richard grinned and lifted Cindy. Estelle raised up and pulled her skirt off. She folded it neatly and laid it over the armrest. She settled back with bare legs, showing her sexy panties. As Richard replaced Cindy, he took note of the wet spot in Estelle's crotch. He also felt her legs in the process. Hal said, "All right. You wanted to fuck her, now fuck her. There's just one thing, though. Cum in her ass."

Richard hurriedly freed his rampant member and knelt beside Estelle between Cindy's legs. He put the head of his cock to her opening and slid in effortlessly. Richard's knees sank deeply in the soft cushions, bringing his cock at the perfect level to fuck her on his knees while watching the penetration. With his hands cupping her ass, the back of his right hand wedged between Estelle's inner thighs, rubbing up against her pantie-covered crotch. He accentuated the pressure, rubbing on Estelle's clit while he fucked her daughter with long measured strokes.

Estelle maintained her stoic show of steely composure, though her panties became saturated. Cindy was not so dispassionate. She rocked and ground her ass on his cock while massaging her tits, crying, "Oh, yes, fuck my pussy, Mr. Wright." He fucked harder, and her hands flew out, one clutched to Estelle's blouse, the other clutched her mother's knee. Estelle pried Cindy's fingers from her blouse and brushed out the wrinkles only to have Cindy back clutching the blouse again over her right tit.

Estelle shouted, "Oh, you little bitch! Look what you're doing to my fucking blouse." She pried her daughter's fingers from her tit only to have the other one fall victim. She shouted, "God damnit, you stupid slut! You are ruining this blouse. Can't you exercise any control at all? Here, if you must grab my breasts, at least let me take the blouse off."

She quickly unbuttoned the blouse and removed it. She folded the blouse and laid it over the skirt. Cindy reached the cup and latched onto the right tit, clutching it in a tight grip. Estelle winced, but Cindy knew how much her mother liked rough treatment of her breasts. She could not squeeze hard enough to suit her. The grossly distorted breast flesh lent credibility to Estelle's agonized expression.

Richard feasted his eyes on Estelle's tits and on the brutal torment Cindy's impassioned lust meted out. This drove him to the brink of orgasm. Remembering Hal's instructions, he pulled out. Grasping Cindy behind the knees, he rolled her pelvis back, bringing her asshole up.

Cindy managed to push her mother's bra cups up over her tits. Estelle protested, but did not try to rearrange her bra. Cindy mauled both tits in her passion-crazed throes. Richard tried to get his dick in her ass without the use of his hands, but had difficulty. He made several stabs before Estelle reached between Cindy's legs and guided him to her rosette, saying, "Here, if it will end this insanity, I'll help."

Once the head penetrated her sphincter, the rest slithered in like a hot knife in a warm butter, or would have had Estelle turned lose of his cock. He patiently waited while taking short strokes. Estelle eased off slowly to permit full penetration. With Cindy still clutching her mother's tit, he pounded Cindy's ass. She wailed, "Fuck my ass! Oh, Yes! Fuck my ass! Cum in my ass, Mr. Wright!"

Richard came in her ass as he had never cum before. His frantic orgasmic convulsions sent him sprawling over Cindy. When it was all over, he needed Hal's assistance in getting up and off. When he stood looking down on the two females, he saw his load pouring out of her abused nether hole, running down through the wide slit of her pussy, and flowing over her mother's thigh. Estelle pried the death grip off her tit, then pushed Cindy to the floor as though disgusted with her. With a face twisted in revulsion, she wiped the mess from her thigh and wiped her hand on Hal's couch. Cindy lay in a heap at her feet, trying to catch her breath.

The amused men watched Estelle make a production of wiping the sperm from her inner thighs with her tits still exposed. She had the messy leg cocked and laid flat, exposing the sopping wet crotch of her ultra-sheer panties. The wet panties were transparent where they touched her yawning pussy. Despite this overt display, Estelle did not appear to be intentionally exposing herself.

To Richard, anyway, she simply looked like a woman who did not give a fuck what the men saw. This was confirmed for him when Estelle glanced up to see them gawking at her beaver and said, "Wipe those smug looks off your faces, gentlemen. I don't normally wear panties, and my vagina lubricates at the sight of dogs fucking. You two look like you've never seen an adult cunt before. I would not be at all surprised."

Hal turned to Richard and said, "Wait outside. We've seen enough of her tired old pussy. I need to have a word with this uppity bitch."

"Yeah, sure, boss. While you're at it, get some money from her to clean the couch." He looked down to Cindy and said, "You're a great piece of ass, kid. I'll be seeing you around." With that, he sauntered out.

When the door closed behind him, Estelle shucked off her panties and spread her legs, saying, "Hurry, Hal, I need a fuck. At least you can cum in my tired old pussy. Cindy, get your tired young ass up here and suck my titties while we screw."

Hal had his cock out and buried to the hilt in Estelle's wet pussy. Cindy fastened her mouth on the nearest tit. Hal gave her a few minutes of good fucking to take the edge off, then said, "Well, how was that for openers, Estelle?"

"That was perfect. I want lots of scenes like that. I want someone new every time I visit, and I'll visit here often. You will summon me, of course."

"Of course. I must personally demonstrate the control I have over you before every faculty member. There will be group scenes."

"Yes, but keep them intimate. Estelle Greyson would never allow herself to be humiliated before a large group. I don't want to set limits and inhibit you, but I know what they'll buy and what they won't. I like humiliation and abuse if it's done right. It takes a rare man to do it right. I've only met one in my entire life and that was this weekend. If you are unsure, concentrate on Cindy. What you did with Richard was fine, though. He knew I was turned on, but I appeared to remain in character, turning on against my will. Above all else, I will always remain in character for Estelle Greyson, or what people expect of Estelle Greyson."

"Well, you fooled Richard. He bought it. I could tell. Using concern for your clothes as an excuse to strip down was classic Estelle Greyson."

Estelle laughed and said, "Yes, it was, wasn't it. That fucker played with my cunt the whole time. God, he had me flowing. I know I surprised him when I guided his cock in her ass."

"He loved it. If I know Richard, he's right outside my door giving a graphic account to the whole office staff."

"How many?"

"Six, besides Richard--five females and one male."

"And he won't mind them knowing what he just did?"

"Not hardly. Richard has the reputation of being a walking erection. He screwed them all except the nurse, Emily, and Pam. Pam is the young girl we recently hired to assist Marge, my secretary. She's a newlywed. She blushes beautifully, but she's all ears if there's any smut happening or being discussed. Richard also has several student whores of his own. None that I'd touch, but he's not as choosy as I am. He fucks them in his office. He's also pretty open about what he's doing, at least, within the office staff. They go back a long way. They are a tight bunch."

"Tell me about your staff."

"Marge is my secretary. She runs this place, and she's been running it for twelve years. She's married with three kids. Her two boys are students here. Rumor has it that she's fucking around off campus, but it's just rumor. If she were forty pounds lighter, I'd put more credence in those rumors.

"Susan, the busty blond that runs the front desk, is our resident bimbo. She'll fuck a snake if someone holds the tail."

"Don't you mean head?"

"No, tail. Things get lost in her cunt real easy. That's a running joke here, and Susan started it. She's the only single female on the staff, and she is never without a date. She makes no bones about being free with her pussy, and she has helped us out quite a few times by taking an angry father into the aid room for a cooling off session. I told her I don't like problems getting past her desk. If a man is the problem, and that man has a dick, his problem does not make it past Susan.

Stephanie is our Girls' guidance counselor. She's a fine looking woman, married with three kids. All three are students here, two boys and a girl. Stephanie projects the straightest image, but from what I hear, she sleeps around quite often. She and Ben, our Boys' counselor, get it on every chance they get, and I doubt there's anyone on the staff that haven't caught them at it. Pam has a sixth sense for knowing which office they're using and when to barge in."

"Have you caught them?"

"No, I'm not supposed to know about them. It was a concession I made to Richard. They cover for him; he covers for them. Basically, I sit in here and see nothing. I have heard them fuck in Richard's office."

"What about Ben? Isn't he your buddy, too?"

"No, Ben is too straight for me. He doesn't get dirty jokes, and he'd raise his nose if I ever told one of my Lolita stories. Richard loves hearing about my exploits. Ben is a quiet loner. He's porking Stephanie, and regularly, but I think she's it for him.

"Emily, our school nurse, is a tough one to figure. For a woman in her mid-forties, she looks damn fine. She gives off a sexual heat you can smell, but nobody is poking her that Richard is aware of. She's in the middle of all the action around here as her aid room is the best place to fuck in private. I had every inside door lock removed from every place in this school that two people could fuck standing up in. The only interior doors that lock from the inside are my office and Emily's aid room.

"Interesting. Richard's door has no lock?"

"No, and he likes it that way. He says it's more exciting fucking behind a door that can open at any second."

"I agree. Cindy, go unlock the door." Hal smiled as Cindy went to comply. Estelle said, "Do the others know he's fucking students in his office?"

"Absolutely. They've been covering for him for years. They don't know that I know. Richard and I hit it off from day one. He's been a godsend to me. This job, by rights, should have been his, but he holds no grudge that I'm aware of. Richard leaves his intercom on so that I can listen in on the shit that goes on in his office. I control the on and off switch from here. Pam will sometimes assist while Richard is with one of his student whores. Two of those women have watched him screw students. My secretary, Marge, was one."

"Why hasn't he screwed this Pam? Sounds to me like she'd be right up his alley."

"He's working on her. She's weakening. The banter that goes on between them is entertaining as hell."

Estelle said, "I do love a nice slow fuck after an intense session like we just had. Keep that steady pace up. Cindy, play with my clitty. Be easy, just rub gently. You'll know when I'm ready to cum. Let's give Richard plenty of time. He has a lot to share. Tell me more about Pam and Richard. Is she the cute brunette with the long flowing curls and almond eyes?"

"That's her. She's nineteen and can't type a lick. We hired her on looks alone. He's working on her. He's damned good at it and just about there. He knows her buttons. She loves the dirty talk and his constant sexual innuendoes. She absolutely loves managing his whores for him. Richard gave her that unofficial job. When he gets horny, he likes to send Pam to fetch the girl he wants from class. He alerts me, then calls Pam into his office. Lately, she's been remaining throughout the session, stripping the girl and guiding Richard's cock. When he's through using the kid, he turns her over to Pam to straighten up and return to class. She loves to clean a kid after a messy fuck."

"I knew there was something I liked about that sexy little bitch."

"Yeah, the two of them are the finest entertainment I have. I've listened to their relationship progress from Pam's first day when she came to talk to Richard about why a female student left his office looking like she'd been having sex, and Richard simply said, 'Because I just fucked her brains out, that's why.' Her response was, 'Oh, I thought so. I was just curious, that's all.'"

Estelle said, "Those two are a match made in heaven."

"They are. She started working as his whore manager the next day. Now, he puts it to her this way: 'Pam, I need me some pussy. I need it bad.' She'll say, 'Well, don't look at me. Mine is spoken for.' He'll go, 'I don't give a shit. I don't want to keep it, I just want to fuck it.' She'll giggle and blush some more. They go back and forth, haggling over her pussy until he has her using fuck and pussy in every sentence. He waits for her to make the suggestion that she go fetch him a girl to fuck. Then they go back and forth as he weighs the potential of each girl she offers to deliver, even offering up girls who she thinks will put out for him, describing their physical charms in crude detail, sharing any rumors she has heard about them. She has been a boon to his stable of whores. He has twice as many as before she arrived. I think there's a dozen, now."

"Has she ever mentioned Cindy?"

"Almost every time. Not that she ever thought Cindy would put out, but just because she knows how desirable she is and how much Richard wants her. She gets off on describing Cindy's body to him. I knew what Cindy had to offer before her math teacher brought her in dressed as she is now. The shaved pussy was a surprise, though. That must be something recent. I must say, Pam described Cindy to a tee, though."

"I shaved her cunt yesterday, but when did Pam see her body?"

"She didn't, but she talked to her PE teacher, Stella Crane. She's a dyke. If you want to know what any girl looks like naked, just ask Stella Crane."

"Yes, I heard. So what happens next? And start fucking me a little harder."

"He gets her all juiced up and squirming in place. You know, like a little girl that has to pee real bad. That's when he offers her one more chance to be the lucky one. Lately, she has gotten a hair's breadth away from putting out. Just recently, she's been letting Richard jack off in her twat. She figures as long as he doesn't insert more than half, they aren't actually fucking. It's a silly game they're playing, and I'm not sure who is teasing whom."

"Well, I'm sure."

"Yeah, I am too, come to think of it. She's a prick tease and a half. Sometimes, Richard has her creaming her panties with his dirty talk. That's when he makes his selection and sends her on her way. The girl is ready to fall off the fidelity wagon. Hell, she's hanging half off as it is."

Estelle said, "Give me some long deep strokes, Hal. Yes, like that. Cindy, place your hand on my snatch with your finger and thumb making a tight ring around the base of Hal's cock. He needs a tight pussy to inspire him. Oh, and shove two fingers up his ass while you're at it."

Hal groaned as Cindy's two middle fingers went up his ass, but the ring she made felt wonderful. Estelle smiled as his renewed enthusiasm and said, "This Pam appears to be quite popular."

"Everyone loves her. She has a great personality, all bubbly, full of life. Everything sexual is a dirty little adventure for her, and her joy is infectious. She's like a living aphrodisiac. She makes everyone horny: teachers, students, her office coworkers, janitorial staff, male and female. She always has a dirty little secret to share, and is always giggling about something nasty. When she fetches a girl for Richard, she stops at every station on the way out to make sure everyone knows what she's being required to do."

"What's her problem? Is she two-faced?"

"No, not at all. She's not snitching, she's sharing. The girl is a compulsive office gossip. Nothing gets by her or stays with her. Everyone gets a big charge out of Pam, because she gets so enthralled in the dirty little affairs that go on, and you'd be surprised how many there are. She's too cute to get pissed at. As far as I know, no one takes offense by her snooping and telling, but we are all waiting for her fall from the fidelity wagon. When she does, she'll land with a big bang."

"Is she the other one that watches?"

"No, that would be Emily, the nurse. Emily is a true voyeur. She'll wait in a long line to watch bugs fuck. After dropping off the victim, Pam goes in search of Emily. During a fuck, Pam posts herself at the door, listens, and reports what she hears. Only recently has she been inside with them. Afterward, Emily leads the student to her first aid room and invites Pam along to assist. No one knows what goes on in there, but the girls leave Wright's office with semen running down their legs and they leave the aid room all nice and clean, ready to return to class. Whatever happens, Emily won't say, and Pam won't share."

Cindy offered, "I'll bet they lick those whores clean. They probably lick each other, too. Remember, Pam is friendly with the school dyke, and they are the only two Richard hasn't had yet."

"That may be. Everyone is speculating, but it's all conjecture. If you ask me, Emily is purely into watching, and Pam seems totally straight."

Estelle said, "This Pam seems like the perfect person to walk in on us right now."

"Yes, but she would never walk into my office unannounced. I intimidate the hell out of her. When I'm around, she's all business. She's afraid I'll fire her if I discover what she's up to. The rest of them are almost as bad as Pam."

"It sounds to me like you've been projecting that unapproachable image."

"I have. When you don't know what the fuck you're doing, it's best to keep everyone at a distance, and keep them guessing."

"True, but that's not a problem now. You could have a custodian's credentials and it wouldn't matter. I have an idea. Cindy is freshly fucked and streaming semen down her legs. Turn her over to Pam and Emily."

"That is a great idea. That's what we'll do. Cindy, you just be putty in their hands. Don't you initiate anything, okay?"

"I won't."

Estelle said, "I want you to hand Cindy over, stark naked, in front of everyone, while I'm still here."

"Well, that's a little faster than I was prepared to move, but this would be the best time of day to do it. Richard probably has the inner office sealed off from the reception area. I'll go along if you're sure that's what you want."

"Yes, that's what I want, and don't be in a hurry to get her out of sight. Drag it out; rub my nose in it; show off your prize. Let them get a good look at her twat and all that cum running down her legs. Cindy get up and let some more drain out of your ass. Get your inner thighs nice and gooey."

Cindy got up and stood with her ass to her mother, her legs together, pulling her cheeks apart. She strained as though passing a turd. Her rectum blossomed open and thick globs of sperm burped forth to cascade down the backs of her thighs. She reached between her thighs to smear these around. While watching her daughter's obscene efforts, Estelle came. Hal emptied his balls in Estelle's spasming pussy shortly afterward.

They parted slowly. Hal adjusted his suit as Estelle dressed. They both paused to inspect Cindy. She turned and posed for them. Her inner thighs and ass crack gleamed with a slimy sheen and cum runs ran to her high heels.

Estelle praised her appearance, then held her by the chin and cautioned, "Now, when you go out there, look demoralized and humiliated, but don't act shy. Your attitude should be, 'I've had all my secrets stolen. I've been crudely violated. My mother has surrendered me to be a whore, and there's no point or use in hiding that fact.' Hal is your master. Do whatever he says without question."

Hal said, "And how should I play this with you?"

"Be firm, disrespectful, and use this opportunity to seal your claim to my daughter. Demonstrate your new power and control. Be creative. I will act like a woman who has no choice but to accept the situation. I'll try to leave, but make me stay until you're finished with me. Make another appointment for tomorrow morning, or put me on a schedule. All right, are we ready?" All nodded.

Hal opened the door and peered out before pushing Estelle ahead of him. She stumbled into a group of six--Richard and the five women: Stephanie, Marge, Pam, Susan, and Emily. She spun around to face Hal as he emerged pulling Cindy along. Hands went flying to open mouths when the women saw Cindy step out naked. Their eyes traveled to Cindy's gleaming crotch, then surveyed her wet legs. Hal addressed Richard, saying, "I suppose you shared our good fortune with the rest. Where's Ben?"

"He's moderating a debate for Harland."

"That's too bad. Ben would appreciate what I'm about to share. All right, here's how it is. You all know Cindy Greyson. Now you know her intimately. I'm sure you all know who this bitch is." A collective gasp went through the room. Estelle started for the entryway, but Hal shouted, "Get your ass back here. I will tell you when you can go."

Estelle halted, fumed, then spun about and marched back, arms folded. Hal continued, "Estelle has offered me the use of her lovely daughter as a bonus for the fine work I've done here as principal." He turned Cindy to face away, then pushed her shoulders low, saying, "As you can see, she's been well used."

He pushed out on Cindy's heel with his foot and pushed her head down to her knees. Cindy's long blond tresses puddled on the floor between her feet, but most dramatic of all was the lurid display of her feminine charms; both holes, raw, inflamed, slimy, and gaping open. Estelle faced away in mock disgust, then turned back reluctantly with Hal's immediate command that she watch.

All eyes stared at the inflamed wet tissues of Cindy's sex and at the cum leaking from her rectum and flowing between those inflamed and shaved cunt lips. Estelle could tell that Cindy was pushing. Her anus puckered and drooled semen. The globs of semen ran thickly through her slit and dripped off her erect clit. Hal studied the interest reflected in the eyes of his female staff members while allowing the vision to sink in. He saw no revulsion, no judgmental stares, no accusing looks, only raw passion or amusement, which inspired further excesses.

He grabbed tissues from Marge's desk and wiped Cindy's slit. He pulled her lips wide open with the fingers of one hand while dabbing at her internal membranes with the other. He took a fresh wad and plugged the hole. He accomplished his work without blocking anyone's view, and manipulated Cindy's pussy in a way intended to present an obscene spectacle. He had everyone's rapt attention.

He said, "I want you all to look at this girl's pussy. This is my pussy. I fucked it and will continue to fuck it. I fucked her ass as well. I shared both with my assistant and will share her with whomever I please. She is my whore. I want to get this out in the open. I'll not hide or sneak around. I earned her. She's my reward, and I want you all to accept that fact. I am well aware of all the dirty little games going on around here. No one is in any position to cast stones. I expect my staff to be discrete, and I will reward that discretion. I will also punish any trouble makers.

"Now, does anyone have a comment to make?" All heads shook, no. "Are there any objections?" Again, all shaking heads. "Good, then I think we have a good understanding." He raised Cindy and propelled her toward Pam, saying, "I believe it's your function to manage the whores. See that this whore gets cleaned up and returned to class. Do whatever it is you do. Her clothes are in my office."

Pam, blushing with unabashed arousal, said, "Is that really my job, I mean officially?"

"Do you have a problem with that? You already manage Richard's whores. Now, you'll manage mine. I only have one, but she'll keep you busier than all of Richard's put together."

"No, I don't have a problem. I can manage her." Pam took Cindy by the elbow, but just held her in place, not wanting to miss anything.

Hal addressed Estelle, stepping up to her, saying, "You may leave, now, but I want to see you here every morning by nine until further notice. What is the name of your driver, that black man?"

"Jason."

"Yes, Jason. After school, I want you to take Cindy to him, stark naked. Tell him he can use her with my blessing. I will talk to him personally to see that you did just that. Furthermore, he's to use no protection, neither is she. My nurse will know if she does. You tell him that I want him to deposit his seed in her pussy as often as it suits him. Grant him complete liberty with her when she's at home."

"You'll get her pregnant if you do that."

"Oh, I fully intend to get her pregnant, but only by him. What's more, she will deliver and raise that child. You did grant me total rights, did you not?"

"Yes, but for God's sake..."

"Tut tut... Do I have the right to impregnate your daughter or not?"

"Well... Yes!"

"By whomever I wish?"

"All right... Yes!"

"Then it is my wish that she bear your driver's child. What I want to know is, will you fully cooperate with me, or do you wish to renege on our agreement? I made it quite clear that I'd accept a cash settlement."

"No, I'll cooperate."

"I knew you would. Bring him in with you tomorrow. I'll want proof of compliance. Now go."

Estelle turned on her heel and received a hard slap to her ass. She stopped dead in her tracks, clenching her fists until the knuckles went white. Something told him he could go further, much further, that she wanted him to. The sensual electricity in the room demanded further degradation of the uppity bitch. He came up, saying, "Oh, you don't think we are on familiar enough terms to take a friendly pat on the ass. Maybe that wasn't intimate enough for you. Perhaps you'd like this better."

With that, he lifted the rear of her skirt above her waist, exposing her panties, then jerked her panties to her feet. They fell from the knees down with a wet plop, a thick puddle of fresh cum showing in the crotch. Estelle stood stoically and permitted this indignity, indicating to him that he had, indeed, read her right. All eyes were on her naked ass, also seeing the pouting shaved lips of her pussy and the sperm leaking from those lips, dropping into the pantie puddle between her feet.

Hal kept to the side, pinning her skirt up high to aid their view. He moved his hand over her bare ass, pulling the cheeks apart, exposing her intimate charms. He delved his fingers into her moist grotto, then smeared cum up the crack of her ass before delivering a sharp smack to her snow white cheeks, leaving a bright red hand print as evidence that it was a serious slap.

Estelle jolted forward from the slap, but made no attempt to escape or admonish him. He fondled her ass, teasing, "Was that better, or do you need another to decide?" Her silence earned her another. Her continued silence earned her a third. After playing with her pussy and pulling roughly on her clit, he delivered a fourth. When he probed her anus, Estelle caved in, saying, "Yes, all right! That's better. No more, please let me go, now."

Hal delivered another hard, wet smack, and had her step free of the panties. He then pushed her toward the door. She left quickly. Hal turned to the others and said, "Things are going to be different from now on. There will be no more secret fucking going on by my office staff. We are going to start by clearing the air. I want each of you women to sit down and make a full confession, in writing, detailing every fuck, every blow job. I want names, dates and places included. It doesn't need to be long and drawn out. Set it up in columns and just put in the numbers, names, and places going back three years, on and off campus.

"This list needn't be fancy, but it had best be complete. Since I know many instances for each of you, if you miss the ones I know about, you are taking a big chance by holding back. The penalty for withholding information will be immediate termination on the grounds of sexual misconduct. It will be reported in the newspaper as such. You decide whether the risks are worth it. I want to see you all back here in one hour. Richard, see that Ben is brought up to speed, and see that he is here as well. That will be all."

Richard followed Hal into his office. When the door closed, the two men exchanged smiles. Richard said, "Holy shit, Hal! What the hell have you got on Estelle Greyson?"

"Never you mind. Suffice it to say, I can fuck her kid and slap her naked ass in public and get away with it."

"What are you up to, Hal? Whatever it is, I like the way it's starting. Did you see the looks on their faces?"

"I put those looks on their faces. Yes, I saw. There's been a hell of a lot more cheating going on than we thought. I can't wait to see what Stephanie writes. She went white."

"So did Emily. I thought she was clean."

"She wants to hide something, that's for sure. Look, Richard, why don't you mill about and drop the hint that I have spies and know everything. Act like you're just trying to help, you know, be a friend. Make each one think twice about holding back. This should be very interesting."

"Great idea."

Richard eased out and did just that, going to each one in turn to pass on the little tidbit of advice. They all wanted to know what Hal was up to, but Richard said he knew nothing. One hour later, they all reentered Hal's office with Ben, the Boys' guidance counselor. Stephanie, the Girls' guidance counselor, sat in the chair beside Ben. Hal had chairs set in a semi-circle before his desk. Emily, Pam, Susan, Ben, Marge, and Stephanie sat in the chairs. Richard stood off to the side. Cindy was still in the nurse's aid room, bound nude to the exam table with her feet in stirrups.

Hal went down the line collecting their papers. Pam handed over a three by five card that boldly said, "My husband, every night, in my bed, but I sometimes let Richard Wright masturbate in any hole he chooses." Hal smiled as the others looked to Pam in complete surprise. After collecting all, he sat on the front edge of his desk and studied them, smiling often, and making amused faces. He laughed out loud at Susan's. Her long list included her lover's cock sizes and star rating. He held her three page report up and said, "Susan, this is not a confession. This is bragging." General laughter eased the tension as he read the others.

Smiling, he set the papers aside and said, "Well, it appears there's not an angel among you, unless we want to call Pam an angel, and I know we don't want to do that." Again, they all laughed.

When the laughter died down, he got serious, saying, "I said things will be different, and I meant it. You ladies are all whores by every definition of the word. And, yes, Emily, sucking off boys in the aid room still makes you a whore." He took another look at her total, and added, "A prolific one at that." More laughter followed. As Emily blushed and the laughter died away, he said, "You are all married except for Susan, and she's the only whore that will freely admit she's a whore. I admire her for that."

Susan stood and took a bow. Marge said, "Sit down, you show off hussy." Susan sat with a broad smile.

"I don't want to inhibit or change you, I just want you to be honest whores, like Susan. Take your example from her. I want you people to get plenty of in-school sex, but I want to know who is fucking who and when. I'll require you women to make a report to me within one hour after you've had sex of any kind on school time. If you fail to make a full report, I'll fire you on the spot. Stephanie, that goes for you and Ben."

Hal turned to Pam and said, "That reminds me, Pam. I know what you and Richard have been up to. What you are doing is fucking, plain and simple. You are a whore, young lady. We hired you because we thought you'd be a hot number. We expected lots of beaver shots and a flash of tittie from time to time. You acted like you'd be an easy lay. As far as I am concerned, we hired you under false pretenses, pretenses you projected. You dress too conservatively, and from what I hear, you haven't been putting out except for Richard. That better change. If you come in tomorrow wearing a skirt longer than Susan's, or wearing bra or panties, I'll fire you. Furthermore, if anyone tells me that you turned down an offer to fuck, I'll see that you never work in this county again."

Pam's face went pale, but everyone else had broad smiles. Hal caught Stephanie's big grin and said, "And you, Stephanie. You think you are so sly, projecting this image of the perfect wife and mother while secretly meeting in motels for your extracurricular activities. Well, that's going to stop. From now on, you'll be the perfect whore, mother, and wife in that order. You will fuck twice daily as a minimum and do your fucking on campus. Furthermore, you'll pick a place with a high probability of getting caught. Like Pam, you will dress the part and can not turn down an offer to fuck."

"Mr. Peterson, please! No!"

"Pam, you work with her and see to it that she gets caught in the act every time."

This put a smile on Pam's face, but Stephanie pleaded, "Mr. Peterson, No! I can't! This will get back to my husband. It will get all over school! I have children in this school, for God's sake."

"How many?"

"Three, a sophomore girl, a junior boy, and a senior boy."

"Pam, see to it that each of her kids catches her in the act."

"Oh my god, no! Please, Mr. Peterson! You can't be serious about this. I can't have my children see me like that--not having sex. My husband will kill me. They'll tell, I know they will."

"I am quite serious, Stephanie. I think your kids should get to know you better. Trust me, this will bring you all closer. They'll love it. As I recall, your husband works for Greyson Industries. If he has a problem with the way I run things, have him take it up with me. If he touches you, or wants a divorce, he'll lose his job. I guarantee it. As for your kids, they'll thank me. Having an attractive, sexy mom like you, and being denied the privilege of watching her screw is tantamount to child abuse. I won't tolerate child abuse in my school, especially among my staff."

Stephanie buried her face in her hands and fretted. Hal continued, "Stephanie, I'll give you fair warning. I intend to alter your life radically if you remain on with me. Call it a personal project of mine. You will go down as the most shameless hussy that ever crossed the threshold of this school. Before I'm through with you, you'll make Susan look like a cloistered nun. This school will graduate no virgin boy while you're on the staff, and that includes your own sons."

"Mr. Peterson, I'm begging you..."

"If you want out, I'll give you a fine recommendation; but if you stay, I will show you no mercy. You will be having sex with both of your boys in front of everyone here, simply to amuse us. Furthermore, your daughter will join Richard's stable of whores. She, too, will entertain us. The choice is yours. If you show up for work tomorrow, you will be the Boys' guidance counselor. Ben, you will be the Girls' guidance counselor. The two of you will put together a sex education program and begin teaching these classes immediately. You two will teach these classes in the nude, and your classes will offer live demonstrations of every sex act a male and female can have, including the perverse acts, which you will demonstrate."

Stephanie turned pale. Glancing about the room, she saw wry smiles forming on the faces of her friends and coworkers. Of course, Ben was pale as well. Nowhere did she see a sympathetic eye. Lewd images flashed in her mind of being naked and having sex with her sons before this audience. Strangely, those images stirred her loins. Other images of her fourteen-year-old daughter getting screwed publicly caused chills of wicked excitement. The numerous images of her and Ben putting on sex shows for the students flooded her mind and excited her clit. She looked to Ben's lap and saw his erection. He was deep in thought as well. She knew she'd stay on, but the changes she faced caused her great anxiety nonetheless.

Hal let this sink in, then turned to Marge, saying, "Marge, I want you to handle Cindy's schedule. I'll give you a list each day of the people she'll service. Arrange the appointments with their respective schedules. You can pull Cindy from classes, but let the teachers teach. No one can cum in her twat until we get her knocked up by their Negro driver. Make sure they understand. I will tolerate no slip-ups."

"Emily, I want you to supervise Pam when she fucks. She'll do her fucking in the aid room unless it's with me, Richard, or Ben."

Emily grew a big smile and nodded. Hal addressed them all once more, saying, "I said things will be different around here, and I meant it. I think you'll all enjoy my way better. Hal Peterson takes care of his own. Be advised, though, Hal Peterson is not to be fucked with. You cross me, and I will crucify you. You all know what you are getting into. If anyone wants out cleanly, tender your resignation today. You'll get a good recommendation. If you show up for work tomorrow, you are one of my people. My people will all go the distance. My people can not quit without severe repercussions. Consider yourselves fairly warned."

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Shortly after arriving home, Estelle called Hal. She told him that he did great, asked about the reaction, and inquired about Cindy. Hal told her that everyone was thrilled by the scene, that he told them nothing about what he had on her, and that Cindy was still in with Emily and Pam. Estelle was very pleased. When Cindy entered the house after arriving home from school, Jason escorted her to her mother's study. She still wore the same outfit, but looked worn and haggard. Jason bowed out.

Cindy collapsed in a chair before Estelle, saying, "Mother, I have been screwed silly by eight different men, some several times each. I ate three women and sucked four cocks. I am beat and sore. I never went back to class after you left."

"Tell me what happened after I left."

"Oh, you want to know about Pam and Emily. Well, it wasn't what you thought, but it was pretty neat anyway. They put me on an exam table with my feet in stirrups. While Emily took forever cleaning cum off my legs and ass, using a swab inside both holes, Pam frigged herself. That Pam is a horny bitch. Hal's right; she's ready. She's ready to put out. She is also very nosy. She hit me with a barrage of questions."

"I hope you didn't disclose anything she doesn't need to know."

"No, I told them that today was my first time with a man, and that I was shocked to be handed over to Hal to be his whore. They liked the fact that I accepted my fate. They seemed to enjoy reminding me of my status, telling me I'd be screwed senseless, pulled from classes, and used constantly. Pam said that everyone would know, so there'd be no use pretending to be anything other than a whore. She should know. She couldn't wait to start blabbing it around."

"I love that girl. Go on."

"They got off on referring to me as Hal's whore. They also went on and on about Hal's plan to get me pregnant by Jason. You made Hal a real hero. They were excited about tending to my pregnancy and speculated about being able to watch Jason screwing me. I presume that's the plan, right?"

"Absolutely, if Jason will go along with doing it before an audience. I assume he will. He's very proud of his cock and his role in this scheme. He wants the whole county to know he knocked up Estelle Greyson's daughter. What better way than before witnesses. What else happened?"

"Mom, my school is full of perverted men and horny bitches. Two of my own teachers fucked me today, and I made love with Stella, the dyke gym coach. We made love like lesbian lovers on the couch in Hal's office, right in front of all the people who saw you, plus Ben, two of my teachers, and the custodian. That was weird."

"Did you cum?"

"Yes, three times with Stella. It was great, but weird. I have never cum so many times in one day. Please, I need some time to recuperate. No dogs, especially."

"You're right; you do need to rest up. I'll see that they leave you alone. Why don't you relax in the hot tub. I'll have Jason give you a good oil rubdown."

"Thanks, Mother. That sounds great. I really need it, that and sleep."

"I need a rest as well. I did a stupid thing today. Juan now comes to the back door when he wants sex. I wanted it badly when I first arrived home. Jason was on hand to oversee us. It was fantastic. I serviced the dogs for you. I've never done it with dogs before. It was great. A few hours later, while Jason was driving your father to the plant and Eva went to get the kid for Hal, Juan came to the back door. Well, I figured Jason would return shortly. I was horny again, so I went with him. That was my mistake. Look what he did to me."

Estelle opened her housecoat and spread her legs. Cindy gasped at the sight of her mother's crotch. Her pussy looked like raw meat, swollen and fire engine red. The redness spread out from her crotch and became splotchy further out. Little red dots were all over her legs, belly, and breasts. "My God, Mother! What did he do to you?"

"While I was staked out on my back, spread-eagled and gagged, he took a shovel and scooped up a fire ant mound. He dumped that mound between my legs."

"Oh, Jesus! Oh my God!"

"Yes, you know how that must have felt; but believe me, you have no idea. It was like having hot coals poured on me. The pain was constant and excruciating. When I passed out, he pissed in my face to revive me. After a few minutes, I was delirious. I passed out six or seven times, only to be revived again and again. I honestly thought I'd die. To make matters worse, Jason did not return as expected. He stopped off to visit his relatives. He released me two hours ago, and that was two hours after I went out there."

"I hope you fired that bastard, Juan."

"This will surprise you, but no, I didn't."

"But why, for heaven's sake?"

"I don't know. There's something about this that excites me. Knowing how dangerous he is, yet still keeping him around. That excites me in a strange way. It's like playing with fire. I hate what he did, or might do again, but at the same time, I crave it. I'm hot right now, just thinking about it. If I could stand to touch my pussy, I'd pound it to pulp. Look at the juices pouring out of my slit. There's no semen in there. That's all me."

Cindy got down on her knees between her mother's wide-stretched legs and visually examined her grossly swollen vagina. Her clit was ten times its normal size and appeared to have taken the brunt of their attack. The labia lips were the size of two bananas, and her inner lips stuck out past the outer by an inch, each as thick as a finger. Her hole was sealed shut by the swelling, but vaginal fluid seeped between the inner lips, and ran down the puffy crack to puddle in her seat. Cindy blew on her mother's pussy and said, "You're crazy, Mother. He'll kill you one day, maybe all of us."

"Not if you stay out of that back yard, and never answer the back door. I will not go out with him alone, ever again. I don't want to get killed; I just want the thrill of living dangerously. Jason is bringing a cousin of his to live with us as insurance. He's a big one. You'll like him. He has been hired as your body guard. He goes wherever you go, except school. He and Jason will work together on impregnating you. They'll both be in Hal's office tomorrow. That should be some sight. Jason said he is bigger than him by two inches and thicker. They call him Tripod. Isn't that cute, a man called Tripod."

"Cute for you, maybe. I don't think I could take one much bigger than Jason."

"Sure you can. Vaginas are incredibly elastic and resilient organs. They only look fragile. You'll see, mine will look like new in a few days. I spoke with a doctor about it. He rushed over after I told him I accidentally hit my head and passed out on a fire ant nest. Once he saw my pussy, he didn't buy my story, but I did get some good news. The swelling will recede gradually over the next few days, and the soreness and redness will disappear even faster. My body is absorbing the venom. You should have seen it an hour ago. I couldn't even move my legs. I can't wait to try fucking with my swollen up pussy. I'd like to try Tripod. Maybe tonight."

"Mother, I hope you aren't considering making this a habit just to get a tight pussy."

"I might. Do you know what the doctor said? You'll love this. He said, 'If this happens again, it won't hurt as much.' He said my body will build up an immunity. The nice part is, I'll still swell up from the bites. I could endure pain to reach that point."

"Mother, you're sick."

"Yes, I know. I think the doctor knows, too."

"It's your body. Do what you want with it, but don't even think about doing that to me. I'll run away first."

"Don't ever threaten me, Cindy. You know you can't run away from me, and I can also do as I please with your body as well. If I want you to squat on a fire ant mound, you'd better squat." Cindy had no retort. Her silence suggested she accepted what her mother was saying. Estelle added, "Don't worry. My perversions don't run in those directions. Your cute pussy is far too valuable to waste on ants. Come on. Show me a smile."

Cindy smiled, but still carried a reserve of trepidation and fear, realizing that nothing was beyond her mother. This reminded her of the woman with the little girl. She said, "Mother, did you put that woman in jail and take her little girl away."

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. Right now, that poor woman is getting gang banged in her cell. Her daughter is in custody. Eva is with her. They will deliver her after Hal gets home."

"Doesn't that bother you at all?"

"No, why should it? That woman means nothing to me. Besides, I rather like the idea of having the police deliver a child to a child molester. It's rather poetic, don't you think?"

"Do they know he's going to molest her?"

"Chief Evans knows. He has no problem with that as long as he gets to use the mother for a week. Once he got her in custody and saw what a doll she was, he called wanting her for two weeks. Of course, I granted his request. Eva's going to play nanny for Hal until the mother gets released."

"Does Eva know what's in store for the girl?"

"Yes, dear, Eva is quite excited about the deal. She'll gladly hold the little girl's legs apart for Hal. She'll make a fine nanny."

"God, everywhere I turn, I see more perverts."

"Come, now, Cindy. Tell me you wouldn't love holding a little girl's legs apart for a man like Hal to fuck. Tell me you wouldn't get juicy in the twat watching a big adult cock fucking the shit out of a little tiny pussy, especially if the child's mother were forced to watch helplessly."

Cindy's hand wandered to her sore pussy. A wicked grin grew on her face. As she gingerly stroked her sensitive lips, she said, "Stop, Mother, you're getting me all horny again."

Estelle laughed, saying, "Oh my god, another pervert. Where will it all end?"

Cindy stood and said, "All right. You win. I'm going to get in that hot tub before I run out back and jump in the dog pen."

"Do that, and get some sleep. You'll need it for tomorrow."

"Yeah, you too. That was cool what Hal did to you today. It was cool the way you took it. Everyone is talking about that scene. I'm sure you'll get more of the same tomorrow. And don't expect any pity for your poor pussy."

"My pussy wants no mercy. It's a glutton, but I already told Hal it was off limits for a few days. I told him he'd have to do all his molesting with you. Go on, before I molest you myself. Richard was right, you are one fine piece of ass, kid." Cindy smiled and sauntered off with an accentuated wiggle in her hips, flipping up her skirt as she passed through the door. Estelle smiled.

Cindy was fast asleep by six p.m. At nine thirty, the light went on in her room. Cindy rubbed sleep from her eyes and soon realized that she lay without covers over her naked body and her legs were drawn far apart. Her eyes slowly opened and saw everyone gathered around her bed. In addition to Jason, her mother, father, and Eva, there was another black man--a tall, skinny, bearded black man with a giant staff poking straight out from his groin. Cindy's eyes went wide.

Estelle stood beside the man, stroking the length of his massive member, her fingers unable to completely encircle its girth. The head, the size of an apple, bobbed with each pass of her hand up his shaft. She smiled saying, "I'm sorry, but I had to wake you to see this. What do you think of this cock, Cindy?"

"Mother, there's no way I can take that. He'll kill me just trying."

"Nonsense. Don't worry, he's not here to mount you. I just wanted him to see what he's getting, and I wanted you to see what you'll be getting very soon. Isn't it marvelous?"

"It's too marvelous, Mother. It will never fit. He's more than two inches longer than Jason."

"You're right. We measured both. Jason is ten and a half. Tripod is almost fourteen inches long. Tripod's is four inches across at the widest part of the head and twelve inches around at the edge of the crown. You're right. You couldn't get that inside, yet. We're going to work on that. Eva's going to be your trainer.

"Chief Evans put me in touch with a whore he knows who can take a baseball bat clear past the middle; yet, she can squeeze down on a pinkie finger. I talked to her on the phone. She told me the secret--muscle control and development. She gave me her regimen. Eva knows what to do. By next week, you will take Tripod to the balls, yet still have a nice tight pussy for the little fuckers. Isn't that exciting?"

"Yeah, sort of, but it sounds painful."

"Actually, she says it's not if it's done right. It involves gradual stretching and vaginal exercises. You'll be wearing pussy stretchers while you sleep. Look, here's your first."

"A cucumber?"

"Yes, it's a little bigger than Jason. Eva will work it all the way in, then you'll wear tight shorts to hold it in while you sleep. Here, Eva, get to work."

Eva got on the bed between Cindy's legs as the others filed out. Tripod called over his shoulder, "Don't stretch her out too much. I like to take her the last mile myself. Be seeing you, kid. Keep that pussy warm and wet for me."

When the door shut behind them, Eva smeared KY jelly over the cucumber and liberally over and in Cindy's cunt. She pressed one end in firmly until four inches went in. Cindy groaned, saying, "Where did you find a cucumber that big?"

"I had to go to three different markets. I got this one at the Piggly Wiggly. Like it?"

"It's bigger than Jason by quite a bit, at least in width."

"Yeah, but we'll get it all in, don't you worry. I'll take my time."

"This is going to hurt."

"Yeah, it might, but you can take it. The girl did say the first time would hurt. We need to stretch those membranes. Bear with me, Cindy. It won't kill you. For the others we will use three-inch diameter candles that are sixteen inches long. We're cutting them down to various lengths and using a torch to round over and widen the tops like a cock head. Tomorrow, you will sleep with a twelve incher. We made that one tonight. It looks awesome."

Eva had half inside when Cindy said, "Did you go to Hal's house today?"

"Yes, I did. I rode out with the police to deliver the kid to him. She's a doll, Cindy, a little doll. I watched Hal fuck her, too."

"Did you help?"

"I held her legs apart and tried to comfort her if that's what you mean."

"Did she cry?"

"No, she took it rather well. Hal took his time and warmed her up first. He got her good and ready. He couldn't get all the way inside, but he fucked her good anyway. She'll stretch. Before long, his balls will be slapping her ass. He wants to get to that point before her Mom gets released. Boy, will she be shocked to see that."

"Did the police know what they were taking her to? Did they know what would happen?"

"I'm sure they did. I sat in the back with Cathy. There were two officers in front, the chief and a sergeant driving. As soon as we got under way, the chief leers at me and says, "Say, how about showing us her pussy?"

"Yeah, I guess they knew. Did you show them her pussy?"

"Sure. Hell, I wanted to see it for myself. She really is gorgeous. She has long curly dark hair and big, brown eyes, just as cute as a bug. She reminds me of Shirley Temple in her later movies. She's a bright, savvy kid, but puts on this cutsie baby talk persona around adults. She knows how to play up the cuteness. I never met a nine-year-old that was aware of her own sexuality. She was quite aware.

"I made her stand on the floorboard so I could get her panties off. She didn't make a fuss. I pulled her onto my lap with her legs hanging outside mine, then raised her dress past her belly button. I took her by the ankles and made a wish. That was a sight, let me tell you. The driver almost ran off the road trying to look."

"Wasn't she upset by this?"

"She was frightened and nervous, yes. She was very stiff and embarrassed by the way the officers were looking at her twat. She got into it though as they made a fuss over her pretty pussy. I no longer had to strain to keep her legs wide apart. The chief reached back and diddled her. At every stop light, the driver took a turn. She took their fingers inside her pretty well. She didn't grunt or groan or cry about it. She was intimidated by the police officers. Evidently, her mommy taught her to always obey the police. I can just hear her saying, 'Police are your friends, sweetheart. Always do what the policeman tells you.'

"She did, too. They were crude and vulgar, saying mean things about her mommy, but she still said, 'Yes sir, ' and 'No sir, ' pulling her pussy lips apart so they could finger-fuck her little twat all the way to Hal's place."

"What sort of things were they saying?"

"They were awful, but I really got off on it. They told her they arrested her mother for selling her pussy to niggers. They asked if she knew what fucking was, then they described it in graphic detail. They told her they took her mother's clothes off and put her in a jail cell with three bad niggers with big cocks. They said all the cops watched the niggers fuck her mother while they laughed at her. They told her how much her mother loves a big black dick in her pussy. They repeated the filthy things she cried out while getting screwed, and the way she begged the officers to come in and screw her, too.

"They built her mother into the horniest slut that ever humped a stiff cock. Their words would have had her in tears if she hadn't been in shock. She may have been aroused, it's hard to tell. She seemed pretty lucid. She asked questions when they used terms she didn't understand, and got crude answers--a crash course in perverse sex. She was very interested in what her mother was going through and when they'd let her go. They did tell her they'd release her in two weeks. That made her feel better. By the time we arrived, she was definitely turned on. I held her up by the hips so each officer could give her a kiss goodbye on the pussy. She liked that and giggled.

"It was so precious when in parting she said, 'Are you guys going to fuck my mommy's pussy, too.' The chief said, 'Do you want us to fuck her pussy?' She goes, 'Yeah, I guess so, if she likes it so much.' He smiles and says, 'I'll cram my cock in her cunt and tell her it's from you.' She giggles and says, 'Okay. Tell her I miss her, but not to worry, Mr. Peterson will take good care of me.' He laughed and said, 'I'll tell her that Mr. Peterson is taking good care of your cute little pussy. That's what I'll tell her. She'll be happy to hear that.'

"Cathy made a worried face and said, 'I don't think she will. The last time, she got really mad and made him go away.' He smiles and says, 'Honey, when she gets out, she will get down on her knees and lick Mr. Peterson's balls while his big dick is fucking your pussy. Why she'll even stick her tongue up his asshole while he's fucking you. That's how happy she'll be.' She goes, 'Wow, do you really think so?' He says, 'I know so. You go in there and suck on Peterson's dick like a good girl. You tell him he has to let you suck it, because the police told you to.' They pulled away, laughing their asses off."

Cindy was so enthralled in the story that she hadn't noticed she'd taken three fourths of the cucumber inside her. She looked down at the three inches remaining, rubbed her distended belly and said, "Man, I'm stuffed. Are you sure the rest will go in? It's at the very end, now."

Eva cupped her palm on the end and jabbed in with hard, short punches. Cindy grunted with each jab, but marveled as another inch went inside. Eva said, "I'm sure, just grin and bear with me. This is where the stretching begins. I stretched you out an inch already. Just two more to go."

"I can feel myself stretching. I'll try. You know, Eva, it is really strange, all this sex all of a sudden. I mean, it's like some sex fairy waved a sex wand over the county and cast a spell on the adults. I mean, the kids all seem the same, but all the adults I meet are sex crazed. People I always thought were straight as an arrow are the biggest perverts. Like Mr. Peterson for example, and my history teacher, Mr. Groves, and my math teacher, Mr. Spivy, all those women in the office. They are all sex fiends all of a sudden. Don't you see it?"

"Cindy, I've been seeing it for years. It doesn't look any different to me. You're just seeing the world with your eyes wide open for the first time. You're sexually active and available, and everyone knows it, thanks to your mother. Right now, you are fresh meat. Horny fuckers are drawn to you like flies to a dead squirrel. The perverts were always there, you just never saw them."

"Yeah, I guess, but it's still weird. I know all the kids are talking about me, but I haven't had much of a chance to interact with them. What's going to be really strange is when I get back in my classes. Hal wants my teachers to do things to me in front of the class. I heard them discussing their plans and ideas. They're going to make me do things to show my tits and ass. They'll spank me and make me sit where everyone can see my pussy. Hal even wants the teachers to have sex with me in the classroom, or let students screw me in the classroom. Can you imagine that?"

"No, not any class I was ever in. That's pretty far out. I don't see how they can get away with it; but if it could be done anywhere, it would be here. This place is unlike any other. People don't see things here. No one wants trouble. Everyone is afraid. There's no heroes or civic leaders, just your mother's cronies. They just might pull this off. How does that make you feel?"

"I don't know, a little scared, a little nervous, a little embarrassed, but a whole lot turned on. I guess I hope they do try those things. It will be an experience no one will ever forget. I plan to leave this burg after graduation anyway, and I won't ever look back. I don't really care what anyone here thinks, or sees. I just want to have fun while I'm here. Screw 'em all."

"Screw 'em all is just what you're likely to end up doing, but I'm with you. Go for the gusto while you're young. Cathy knows that much."

"Yeah, what happened when she got inside? Did she suck him?"

"She leapt into his arms and kissed him. The girl has a crush on the guy, that was obvious. She showed him that she had no panties on, then told him what the police told her to do. He was surprised, to say the least. He carried her to the sofa and let her go for his dick. She got right down between his knees, unzipped him, and started kissing and sucking at the head of his dick like she'd done it all her life. I showed her how to jack him off while sucking and using her tongue on the shaft, then settled back beside Hal to watch her work.

"She was oblivious to us, entranced by her first good look at a real man's cock. Evidently, they'd never gotten that far. Hal was quite pleased with himself. I told him what happened in the squad car and all the things the officers said to her. He was upset by it, shocked that they could be so cruel. He calmed when I whispered to him that what they said turned her on. He took it in with great interest; the evidence of my correct assessment was sucking his boner like a sex-starved whore.

"This got him thinking. He obviously had planned to pass off some innocent story to explain her mother's disappearance, but in light of what I told him, he came up with a much better one."

Cindy's loins undulated against the steady pounding. She lustily said, "I'll bet this is good. What did he tell her?"

"Relax, you're not supposed to be enjoying this... You're right. What he told her was good. I'll tell you one thing, when that woman gets released, she's in for a radical alteration in her lifestyle. She's not a mommy anymore."

"Oh, god, tell me. What did he say?"

"First, he let her suck while he formulated his story, then he stopped her. He suggested that we all get naked. She liked that idea, so we all stripped down. I laid Cathy on his lap, then sat beside him with her feet in my lap. I made her giggle when I stuffed her left foot in my pussy, getting half her foot inside. She wiggled her toes in my twat. That feels marvelous, by the way.

"I put her right foot on my left tittie while Hal cradled her in his left arm, his right hand between her legs, slowly fingering her pussy. The kid was steaming hot. She loved it. She was like a Raggedy Ann doll, lying limp with a glazed expression, breathing hard. He got his two middle fingers inside, and then started talking to her about her mother."

"Oh, yes, push harder!"

"Relax, just one more inch to go. We have plenty of time."

"Yes, but it feels good when you hit hard."

"I'll hit hard at the very end. Maybe you'll be ready to cum by then."

"I'm ready now."

"Tough, wait. Anyway, he says, 'Honey, do you know why your mommy is in jail?' She says, 'Because she sold her pussy to niggers.' He says, 'No, that's a fib. The officers were teasing you, that's all.' She goes, 'Why, then?' He says, 'I had her arrested because she wouldn't let us play games together. Because she wouldn't let us fuck. She wanted me all to herself and wouldn't share any with you. Now, she's being punished for not sharing. You're not mad at me for punishing her, are you?'"

"Oh, that's fucking beautiful. What did she say? She wasn't mad, was she?"

"No, she said, 'It serves her right. She always made me share. Are they going to spank her?' He says, 'Don't you think they should?' She says, 'Yeah, and they should make her get naked in front of lots of men when they do it.' He smiles at me and says, 'Well, I'll pass along your wishes. What should they use, a hand or a belt?' Without hesitating, she says, 'A belt, a thin one.' He says, 'And where on her body do you want them to punish her?' She goes, 'Everywhere, all over.'"

"Oh, that little shit! More, tell me more!"

"He says, 'Where exactly?' She says, 'On her butt, on her legs, on her belly, on her back, everywhere.' He says, 'Even on her pussy and on her titties?' She looks to him and says, 'They'd hit her there, too?' He says, 'They will if you want them to.' She thinks for a second, then smiles wickedly and says, 'Yeah, I want her pussy and titties hit with the belt, too. Tell them to make her do the splits standing on her head. She can do it. I seen her. She uses the wall to help her stay up. They can hit her pussy real good like that. That'll teach her a lesson.'"

"That little monster; I love it!"

"Yeah, so did we. Furthermore, she wanted these punishments meted out daily. She also stipulated that she be held without any clothes or covers for her bed. She wanted her mother placed in a cell with men prisoners and tied spread open on her cot. At first, we assumed she meant spread-eagled, but that wasn't what she wanted at all. Hal described the cheap metal frame beds and she described exactly how she wanted her tied. She wanted her hands tied to the frame at her sides, and her feet tied to the rail behind her head. She wanted her mother's ass raised and both holes available to her cell mates. Hal said he'd see that it was done. This news excited her greatly."

"I gotta cum, Eva. Cram that fucker home!"

"No, there's more. Be patient. Hal told her that after her mother's release, she would not be allowed to be Cathy's mother anymore, and she wouldn't have a job. This seemed to sober her up. He told her that her mom might have to live on the street like the bag ladies she'd seen. He said no one will want her and she'll never find a job. He almost had her in tears, then he said, 'But I could give her a job.'

"She perked up. He said, 'I'll need someone to look after you, someone to cook and clean, a nanny. Eva can't be your nanny for too long. I could give your mother the job.' She brightens up and says, 'Would you? Would you really?' He says, 'If that's what you want. It will be different, though. The courts are going to give you to me. I'll be officially your daddy, but you won't have a mommy.' She whimpers, 'But Mommy is my Mommy.' He said, 'No, not anymore. You can never call her Mommy again. You'll have to call her Brenda. That's her first name.'"

"That is so rich. What a con man."

"Yeah, and she went right along, saying, 'I know, but she hates if I call her that.' He says, 'It doesn't matter what she hates anymore. You can call her bitch if you want. I'll even give you the job of spanking her when she's bad, and you can decide when she's been bad. You will be the woman of the house. She's just a maid, or nanny.' She says, 'I like maid better. I don't need a nanny.' He says, 'Yes you do, and you'll have to do what she says most of the time. Only when she's bad do you get to punish her.'

"That piqued her interest but created some confusion. She thought for a moment, then said, 'But, she won't let us play sex games and fuck if we want to.' Hal said, 'Oh yes she will. You and I will sleep naked together in my bed. I'll get her a cot and set it at the foot of the bed. I'll make it part of her job to help us fuck. She could suck my cock and lick your pussy to get us nice and wet and ready. I'll even make it her job to guide my cock into your pussy.' Her eyes went wide. She said, 'You could make her do that? You could make her lick my pussy?'"

"Please, Eva, now!"

"All right you slut. Take this... and this... and this, and this."

Cindy's body jarred hard with each punch, but she reached her climax and cried out, "Oh, fuck yes! Punch it in all the way, Eva. Fuck! Ohhh... Ughhh! Oh, Yessss."

After her wild climax subsided, Cindy reached between her legs to find that her cunt lips had closed over the thick cucumber. The end was just inside. The other end was under her navel. Eva rummaged through Cindy's dresser drawers for a suitable pair of tight-fitting shorts, then returned to ease them up Cindy's legs. Cindy gingerly lifted her ass off the mattress to allow the shorts to be fitted snugly in place and fastened. While Eva tugged up the zipper, Cindy protested, "This is so uncomfortable. I'm cramping. It feels like there's a log up my twat."

"Try to relax. Lie still. Take your mind off it. This is nothing compared to what you'll have up there tomorrow night."

"I'll die for sure. Quick, tell me something else. Take my mind off this."

"Okay. Well, right after he told her how things would be, she got super turned on and scrambled up to straddle his hips. She took his cock and tried to climb on. I helped her get the head in her hole. Hal let her control the entry. She was so turned on, open and wet, that she sat her full weight on Hal's dick and took half in one sitting. She didn't stop there, though. She kept trying to get more inside. Like I said, she got all but the last two inches before she bottomed out. That's when Hal rolled on top of her and I held her legs apart. Watching Hal's cock fuck that gorgeous little twat was heavenly. You must see those two fuck, Cindy. Your twat will look like hers when Tripod gets a shot at it."

"When? When will I be ready?"

"A week, maybe less. We'll see. Needless to say, he won't be going with you to school until he's ready to perform. Your mother wants Tripod to be a surprise."

"When will you be seeing Cathy again?"

"I pick her up in the mornings and take her to school. I see her again after school lets out and stay till after supper, why?"

"I'd like to meet her. I'll see if I can go home with Hal. You can bring me back when you leave."

"Good idea. We can teach her how to suck pussy."

"I was thinking of sucking hers. She sounds delicious. I'm sure Hal won't mind sharing her with us."

"No, he won't mind. Now, let's go over your exercises. We must keep your pussy tight and in shape. Nobody wants to fuck a baggy old cunt."

Eva went over the routine as Cindy listened attentively. She practiced with the cucumber inside. She practiced until she fell asleep. Cindy did not want a baggy old cunt, one that no one would want to fuck. When she woke up periodically throughout the night, she exercised herself to sleep. The next morning, after Eva removed the anti-sleep device, Cindy exercised while doing her morning rituals. She exercised on the drive to school, on the walk in, and while in Hal's office with Jason and her mother.

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Early Tuesday morning, Jason, Estelle, and Cindy sat on Hal's office sofa. Hal casually sat on the corner of his desk and beamed a big smile to the trio. Estelle smiled back, saying, "Well, aren't we chipper. I take it Lolita drained your noodle this morning."

"She did, indeed, but that was a lousy metaphor."

"I meant no disrespect, but compared to the cock I had last night, all others seem like noodles to me." Patting Jason's crotch, she added, "Well, not yours, Jason. No way is this a noodle."

Hal smiled warmly and said, "I understand." Addressing Jason, Hal offered his hand, saying, "We've never met, but I hope we have a close association from now on."

They shook hands firmly. Jason said, "I'm for that, Hal."

Hal continued, "The reason I wanted to speak with you all first is that I've been doing some thinking, being creative about this situation. I want to share my plans with you to make certain I'm on the right track. I am encouraged by all that has happened so far. My staff is right with me. No one wants out. If you saw Pam on your way in, you'll know what I mean. She's shooting beavers like Daniel Boone, only hers are freshly shaved. Evidently, you inspired her, Cindy. Richard has had her twice in his office so far this morning. By the way, Estelle, this smile is courtesy of Stephanie, not Cathy. Earlier, I screwed her where you are sitting while her daughter sat where Cindy is sitting."

"I'm happy for you, Hal, but I would have thought it would be the other way round."

"I'm saving her daughter for tomorrow. After the threatening talk I gave Stephanie yesterday, I was a bit surprised to see her this morning. I turned her world upside-down. Yesterday, she was, in every outward way, the perfect mother and wife--a real life June Clever. If you didn't see her on your way in, she is dressed quite provocatively. She has on a see-through blouse with no bra and a mini skirt without panties. I made her do a sexy strip in front of her daughter. She then sucked my cock. I had her daughter hold my cock while she sucked. Her daughter then got to guide my cock to her and into her mother's pussy, then hold my balls while I fucked her."

Estelle said, "Impressive."

"It's a start. Now all she needs is gaudy makeup, stiletto heels, and fish net stockings. She must go home at noon and make those changes."

"So, what are these plans of yours?"

"I want to organize a rape squad, run out of my office. I have four young men in mind. They all have bad reputations. They've all given us trouble in the past. Three have rape charges pending or stand accused of sexual assault against teachers or students. The fourth is what I'd call the ring leader of the bad boys in this school. He's cool, popular, a James Dean type. Cindy can probably guess who I'm referring to, can't you?"

"Tommy Blade, right?"

"Actually, his name is Bladack, but you're right. Everyone calls him Blade. I want him on my team. He represents another power base in this community, one that operates underground, but one that is very effective. If he and I teamed up with you behind us, Estelle, we could totally rule this school and the community at large."

"I'm listening."

"Estelle, if you can get your big cats on the police force to turn a blind eye on our activities, I could extend my control outside the school. I will need that ability to keep parents in line. No one will want to face the prospect of having these guys break into their home in the middle of the night, raping their wife and kids, killing their pets, and ransacking their property, especially when they know the police won't do anything about it."

Cindy cried, "No, don't let them kill any pets. That's awful. Mom, don't let that happen, please!"

"She's right, Hal. That will drive some people to violence. Good people will scream and shout for justice for a gang-raped little girl, then go in the bathroom and jerk off to the details of the report. Kill a puppy, and some six-year-old will get daddy's gun and blow your brains out. The rest sounds okay, but I don't want this community terrorized and living in fear. The ones who mind their own business need to feel safe and secure."

"I agree. I figure one or two examples will be all it will take if the newspaper plays up the untouchable aspect of the assaults, you know, no witnesses who will talk, no evidence left, the act of professionals, police are baffled and have their hands tied."

Estelle said, "We can report the assaults in vivid detail so every reader can visualize their family in that situation and take heed. Others will want the details to get off on their neighbor's misfortune. This is good, very good."

"It wouldn't hurt to hint that police suspect a rape gang is being directed by someone in a position of authority at the high school. Send a reporter to interview me. Get my name and picture in the article. Go ahead and make the association in people's minds. I'll make denials and say the claim is ludicrous... blah, blah, blah, but the association will stick."

"I get the point, Hal. I can see you've thought this through. You know this community very well after all. I think your scheme will work fine, especially on those who aren't directly affected by my power and influence. Go ahead, form this rape squad, but make us the first victims. We'll make Cindy's rape the centerpiece of the first article. She will be violated by dogs while I am tied naked and helpless, forced to watch. I will be interviewed as well. I will offer a thousand-dollar reward for info leading to arrest, so on and so forth."

Cindy reacted with mock disdain, "What, aren't I worth more than that?"

"Not to Estelle Greyson. Remember who I am--the penny-pinching ice queen. No, people will get a charge out of that. More importantly, if they see that Estelle Greyson is powerless to punish or prevent these assaults, what chance does anyone else have?"

Hal said, "That's a great idea, Estelle. I'd like to begin this evening. Will two a.m. be all right with you?"

"That will be fine. I'll use this time to replace my valuables with junk that they can ransack. You be sure to tell your hooligans that I will break whatever needs breaking. On second thought, we don't want them knowing I'm in on this, do we? Oh, what the hell. It's all insured."

"Look, I'll tell them to go easy on the destruction of expensive, personal items, and I'll warn against taking anything that can be traced. They know how that would really piss you off. I'll tell them to focus on Cindy. They'll tie up you and your husband."

"I want us to be tied up nude, and I want to be raped as well. Furthermore, I want them to force Ed to rape his daughter at gun point. I want that reported as well. Daddies and daughters will get a charge out of that. Jason needs to violate her as well. The coloreds will love that. Hal, I just had a great idea. Why can't this be reported as the second assault?"

Cindy said, "Mom there was a first, remember?"

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot about that. It seems so minor, now. I can make like I tried to cover-up the first, which, in fact, I did. That would be believable, even expected. I finally come forth after the second time, after feeling helpless and vulnerable. Yes, I like that idea. That will piss off those who were responsible. You'll be stealing their thunder, Hal. They might surface that way. If they do, I expect to hear from you. I just want to know who they are."

Hal offered, "Sure, no problem. There can even be a third rape reported, which you'll deny with 'No comment.' Everyone will believe you are cowed by your assailants. This will explain why Cindy changed, went from debutante to tramp over night. People will presume she's being forced into that role by the assailants."

"Yes, that's true. That notion would be reinforced after a second assault and police couldn't help or prevent it. The third report will simply be icing on the cake. Jason can leak the story, reporting that he has been forced to have sex with Cindy on numerous occasions, and that he thinks she may be pregnant with his child as a result. Oh, this is fucking beautiful. It's perfect. It never dawned on me to use the power of the press to expose this. I love it! This town will love it. The rumor mill will work overtime."

"Great, then let's get busy. I have the boys waiting in the reception area. I want to meet with them right away. Since your twat is out of commission, Estelle, why don't you and Jason go on home. You have work to do there. Cindy, you go on to class. I will be sending for you. The boys will probably want a sample. I'm going to be rough with you. A few tears wouldn't hurt if you can manage it."

"Pinch my nipples real hard, they're super sensitive. If that won't make my eyes water, nothing will."

"Estelle, I'm going to go slow here at school. So far, there's just rumors going around based on the way Cindy was dressed yesterday, and her mysterious disappearance as a result. Those rumors will intensify today. My people have been warned to keep this to themselves for the time being. I've won over three of her teachers, but the other three will take work. The three I won over will start giving Cindy a hard time in their classes. She'll be physically disciplined for the slightest infraction--entering a class without panties for one. They will start slow and gradually escalate their abuse.

"A few days after the story hits the street, she's going to be raped in the cafeteria before over two hundred students and teachers. I'll see to it that the right teachers are there. The teachers will walk out on the rape. We're going to cover up this rape and pretend it never happened. Someone will raise hell about it. That someone, or someones, will be the next victims of the rape squad."

"Are you talking about the student or the family?"

"I expect a barrage of student reports and complaints. The whole school will be in an uproar. I'll have to call an assembly. That's what you do when the school gets in an uproar. In that assembly, I will have Cindy at my side, dressed provocatively, of course. I'm going to put the blame for the rape on her and make an example of her. I'm going to shock the hell out of a lot of people, I assure you. If they don't know who is behind the rape gang after that assembly, then they weren't paying attention.

"I am also going to warn everyone not to air the school's dirty laundry off campus. I will specifically warn them not to talk to their parents or the media. Cover-ups are common in institutions. It's expected. I intend to flush out the snitches in this way. It's the parents' reactions I am talking about. I want to know what parents have the balls to attack me and the cover-up. I expect quite a few will come forward, but the most vocal will get my personal attention. If it's their daughter who got them all fired up, they'll get to witness her rape in their own home. Daddy will even get a piece of his precious little girl while Mommy watches. Who knows, we might even bring in the pooches."

"You should if for no other reason than to tie the MOs together. We don't want anyone thinking the incidents are unrelated. If the snitch is a boy, then Mommy gets her pussy spermed by her little boy. Afterwards, they get to watch Rover pack his little poop chute for him. If he has sisters, you'll need more dogs."

"Absolutely, these will be our example cases. I intend to punish them severely, publicly, and totally. If they cause trouble after that, I will destroy them completely."

Horrified, Cindy said, "You're not talking about killing people are you?"

"No, no! Of course not. Killing isn't necessary. They will lose their jobs, all their property, and all their pride. They'll be left with nothing to stay for. If they do stay, I will turn their women into whores and reduce the men to powerless wretches. You destroy a family the same way you destroy a building, by undermining the foundation. In most homes, it's the monogamous relationship between husband and wife. When the wife has to spread her legs for every cock that comes knocking at her door, and the husband can do nothing but watch, that family loses its foundation."

Cindy said, "And you think you can get away with that?"

"With some, yes. Others will move away, even run from here. Either way, they are no more trouble for us."

Cindy countered, "But after they get away from here, they can start trouble from outside."

"Yes, but they will be up on charges for child molestation. Trumped up charges, but in order to fight the charges, or seek revenge, they'll have to come here. If they do that, they'll be too busy defending themselves to hassle me. They will also be back under our influence. No, those who go will try to put this behind them and start over in total silence. I'm not worried about those who leave, and the ones who remain, stay because they grow to like the abuse."

"How can you say that? Who could like it?"

"Cindy, when you strip people of their pride, and expose them to the perverse things they've only fantasized about, a strange thing happens--they change. Stephanie is undergoing that change right now. She has returned for more. I became a child molester after my eight-year-old daughter was raped by my father. There was nothing I could do about it. He was a sick man. He was still my father. Even my wife, who was abused by her father, agreed that we shouldn't report him."

Estelle said, "Tell me more about this, Hal. I love hearing about these things."

"My pleasure. We all loved the guy. He really was a great man, and he didn't hurt Jenny, he just violated her and stole her virginity. We ranted and raved; we guarded her every waking minute; we kept them apart. In time, we slacked off. Well, he raped her again a month later. This was even less traumatic for us. He raped her a week after that, and we didn't even say anything to him. We stopped hovering over her. The rapes became commonplace after that, if you could still call it rape.

"Bonnie and I found ourselves giving my father all the free time he needed to commit his dirty deed. When we'd see him getting frisky with her, we'd take a long walk or go to see a movie. We allowed him to give her baths which lasted hours, and we no longer let her sleep in our bed with us. We'd find them in bed together the next morning--sometimes in his bed, sometimes in hers, always naked.

"After a month of this, he became extremely bold. He'd take her to her room with my wife and I at home. One night, he sat on the sofa with us and gradually got his cock in Jenny. We just sat there, staring, watching him have his way with our little girl. After that, we were lost. Later that night, my wife masturbated while I got of piece of Jenny. I got hooked on young pussy that way. Jenny became an integral part of our sex life, and my wife, Bonnie, wanted to share her with her father and mother, which she did."

[Hal tells the story in more detail in "Big Daddy's Little Girl".]

"After my wife and I divorced and she got custody of Jenny, I had to look elsewhere for young pussy. I've been chasing after young tail ever since. The same thing will happen to these victims if they stay. Oh, they'll protest, for appearances' sake, but they'll be eating it up. A woman can get addicted to a large variety of strange cocks using her cunt, especially if she can't be held accountable. All she has to do is pretend she hates it. A man can get addicted to living with a house full of whores.

[Read "Confessions of Adultery" if you don't believe it.]

"Men are visual animals, stimulated by what they see. We are all voyeurs at heart. They will be in a voyeur's paradise. Just ask my sister, she lived it.

["Toy Daughter" explores this theme.]

"I talked Mom and Dad into moving here and retiring. They bought a nice place out by the lake. Now they're into the doggies. They lure innocent young wives and young female salespeople into their home, then watch their dog, a male black lab named Duke, go to work on them. He already has the neighbor across the street trained. They are very good at what they do, turning young women into real bitches.

[Read "Duke's Bitch" if you like a good dog meets bitch fuck story.]

"Yes, Cindy, some will remain. I'm not concerned with them. It's the quiet ones, the ones who don't tip their hand. They're the ones you have to watch."

Estelle clapped her hands together and said, "Well, what do you say we get this show on the road. It looks like you have the situation well in hand. I am impressed. You seem to know what you're doing. Just don't forget who's really running the circus. Don't let this newfound power go to your head."

"You needn't worry, Estelle. I never forget where my power comes from. Without you, I could do nothing. I worship you. You made me king, and only you can dethrone me. I like being king."

Estelle stood and beamed a big smile, chucked Hal under the chin, and said, "And king you shall be. Enjoy your kingdom; but remember, I do like being worshipped."

Hal knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and kissed her hand, saying, "I am yours, my lady. Let me pay homage with my mouth to the hole you piss through. Fill my mouth with the ambrosia from your bladder that I may savor it and drink of your holy essence."

Estelle giggled and said, "Cindy, uncover my holy twat for this noble king so that I can give him a mouthful of amber ambrosia."

Cindy stepped up behind her mother as she stood with her feet widely planted. When the skirt crested her mound, Hal exclaimed, "Holy shit, Estelle! What the fuck happened to your pussy?"

"I had a fire ant mound dumped on it yesterday, courtesy of that other king I told you about. You'll have to pry the lips open to get to my piss hole. Don't worry, it's no longer sensitive; it just looks that way."

"Say the word and I'll have this scoundrel flayed, skinned alive."

"You'll do no such thing. He's my toy, or maybe I'm his. Either way, you leave him alone. Come on, get on with it. I need a short piss anyway."

"As you wish." Hal peeled back the swollen lips and fastened his pursed lips to her urethra. Her piss soon flowed freely, filling his mouth while he sucked. He swallowed that mouthful and sucked another. Estelle patted his head and stepped away, saying, "There you go. Enjoy. We must be off now. Cindy, you have a nice day, and keep those legs apart. Give those boys a good ride. Remember, you are a Greyson woman. People expect more from us. Don't disappoint them."

"I won't, Mother. I never do. I'll fuck their nuts dry."

"That's my girl. Come, Jason." She walked regally from the office with the back of her skirt hung up on her ass.

Cindy followed, reaching out to pull the skirt free to cover her mother's bare ass. Pam waited right outside Hal's office door. Pam's hand grabbed Cindy's wrist, and together they watched Estelle walk out into the crowded outer office with Jason following, looking back with a big white smile.

When they passed from sight, Pam turned to face Cindy. She looked disappointed to see her dressed. She took Cindy by the elbow as four young men passed by them on the way into Hal's office. They eyed the two scantily clad women with unabashed interest. After they went inside, Pam said, "Don't we need to clean you?" Cindy shook her head, noting that Marge and Stephanie were watching them. Pam reached her hand between Cindy's legs and lingered long in her inspection. Cindy offered Pam a submissive pose, reaching down to lift her skirt high, spreading her stance to offer the women a better view.

Stephanie closed the reception area door as Pam dropped to her knees. She inserted three fingers in Cindy, saying, "Well, your cunt feels like it's been fucked by a big dick; but you're right, it isn't messy. Did he cum in your ass or something"?

Cindy said, "No, I wasn't screwed anywhere." She then tried out her new muscle control exercise on Pam's fingers.

Pam exclaimed, "Wow, she can squeeze with her pussy! How'd you do that? Marge, feel this. Stephanie, you too."

The two women, filled with curiosity and arousal, came forward. Each reached a hand between Cindy's legs and felt for themselves. Cindy could see by their expressions that her exercises were already paying off. Stephanie said, "Men call this a squeeze box. I've heard about whores that can do this. They make the big bucks. Did you learn how to do this, Cindy? Did someone teach you a trick or something?"

"No, I just do it."

Marge offered, "It must be genetic. You know, like some people can roll their tongue, others can't. The kid is a natural born whore. What did you expect; she is a Greyson."

Stephanie took another turn, saying, "Don't be a bitch, Marge. It isn't the kid's fault."

"I'm not faulting anyone. She's a whore; she's a natural; and, she's a Greyson; enough said. You'd better get the little whore back to her class, Pam. We all have work to do."

Pam stood. Cindy dropped her skirt. Pam took her elbow forcefully propelling her toward the door, saying, "Let's go, little Miss Hot Twat. Put a wiggle in that walk. Shake that merchandise. You walk like a two dollar whore when you walk with me." They made for a comical sight as they moved down the almost-deserted hallway.

A few minutes later, Pam knocked on Mr. Spivy's second period math classroom door, then entered, pushing Cindy ahead. All noise ceased as everyone took in Cindy's sexy outfit: tight, black leather mini, see-through white blouse, and white high heels. Pam said, "Mr. Peterson said the superintendent abolished the dress code, so we have to admit her to classes dressed as she is. He's not happy about it, and he doesn't want her setting a trend. He said if you want to make an example of her, go right ahead. He'll cover you." On the way out, Pam said, "See ya, slut!" The class broke out in titters of nervous laughter.

Mr. Spivy walked around Cindy as she stood facing the class. He slapped the collapsible metal pointer (his trademark) in his open palm. Cindy blushed deep red as he rudely studied her from all angles while allowing the tittering to die down. He came to stand by her side, looking at her vast expanse of bare legs showing beneath a skirt hem that barely went below her crotch. The room went dead quiet as he pointed the tip of his pointer at the front edge of her skirt and lifted enough to make a wrinkle. He said, "So, you insist on making a spectacle of yourself, eh, Cindy? I have a good mind to help you."

A chorus of male voices encouraged him. Most of the class strained forward in their seats, jockeying for a clear view. He quieted the cacophony with a backward wave of his hand, then said, "I see you are not wearing a bra. People in the back can see that. Are you cold, Cindy? You look cold." The class broke out in laughter at his obvious reference to the hard nipples poking out her blouse. Cindy shook her head.

Again he quieted them with a back hand wave. "You are not wearing a bra; I assume you forgot to put on panties as well. Cindy, turn your back to the class." He moved to her front and placed the tip of his pointer at her crotch, lifting the hem slowly. His expression told the class that she had no panties. Several voices shouted, "Turn her around," or "Lift the back!" One brash kid shouted, "Show us her pussy!"

He ignored the laughter this brought on, and noticed several girls blushing. Most of the girls in the class appeared to be enjoying Cindy's humiliation. They wore smiles and laughed along with the boys. He made no comment about the lewd word, a word that would ordinarily have brought a quick and sure reprisal in his rigidly disciplined class. He continued to openly admire her naked pussy, and went so far as to slide the pointer shaft between the lips until the slim chrome shaft poked the back of her skirt high enough to show that the shaft was an inch above crotch level, indicating to the students that the shaft nestled deep in the grove of her slit. This brought howls as he comically made the rear of her skirt bounce out by sawing the pointer in and out.

"You act like a girl who lost her virginity. Girls who dress this way are advertising something. Are you advertising, Cindy? Is there a rate sign on your behind? Shall I lift up your skirt and see?" The class shouted more encouragements.

Bolstered by the way the kids were responding, he dipped low and brought the rubber tipped end of his pointer upward, aimed straight up at Cindy's hole. After nestling the tip inside the hole, he said, "Your classmates want to know if you are wearing panties and if you are still a virgin." He pushed the pointer all the way in until the rubber end hit the back wall of her pussy. When he kept pushing, the sections collapsed. His hand moved steadily up between her legs until disappearing from view. He pushed the end of the pointer inside with a finger, then stood back, saying, "Well, I guess that answers both questions."

Cindy strained to hold the pointer inside. She only managed to slow its egress. After a few seconds, the chrome end appeared below her hem, then the collapsed pointer fell with a clatter between her feet. The class was in an uproar as Mr. Spivy took out his hanky and picked up the wet pointer as though the rod were covered in toxic waste. One boy shouted, "I'll clean it!" Spivy ignored him and wiped his pointer.

When the din died down, Spivy said, "Well, you obviously want to be where others can see you. I'll tell you what. Why don't you stand on my desk for the remainder of this class. Go on. Get up there." He held his chair for her to step on, and Cindy dutifully mounted the desk. She felt ridiculous staring down on her fellow students, kids she'd grown up with, now enjoying her predicament. Those in front could see her pussy and were dipping low to see better. Those in back could see it, too, but dipping didn't help see it any better.

Spivy faced his class, silenced them, and said, "Try to ignore her. I have a class to conduct here. Now, you must turn in your homework assignments. I want you to come up, one at a time as your name is called, and set your papers on my desk." Then, in mock dismay, he looked to his cluttered desk, frowned, and said, "It looks like we'll need to make a space."

He walked over, studied the situation, then used his pointer to tap the inside of Cindy's right ankle and said, "Excuse me, dear, but you'll have to move this foot out to the edge. That's it. Now move the other out a foot or so." The separation between her feet was thirty inches by the time he finished, and he stood looking right up her skirt, stretched to the limit, his eyes just inches from her bare pussy.

The students laughed excitedly as they realized they'd get the same view. From the moment of her first exposure, Cindy gradually warmed to the lewd exhibition until, at this point, she was eager for more. By squatting slightly, almost imperceptibly with her knees bending out, her skirt slid up past her naked pussy mound. The class roared their approval and Cindy smiled, giving her hips a slow sensuous grind.

Spivy smiled his approval as he placed a blank piece of paper far back so that the students would have an excuse to lean in. He, in fact, leaned in and got his forehead wet when he intentionally bumped her pussy. When he stepped away, he wiped his brow with the hanky and said, "Place your papers there, but be careful. There's a low clearance hazard."

For his first choice, Spivy wanted someone bold, someone who would establish a rude example. The boy who shouted out "Show us her pussy" was an obvious choice, but he had a girl, one of Stella's lesbians, also quite bold, who might do even better. He decided to begin with her. She eagerly got to her feet as her classmates hooted and jeered. The rude boy shouted, "Kiss her twat, Blazak. Here's you chance."

The class looked to Mr. Spivy to see his reaction. When they saw him smile, others joined in, even some girls. Karen Blazak marched right up and gazed hard at the pussy. Cindy smiled, then moved forward on the desk to make her cunt accessible to the lewd kiss. She even squatted to bring her pussy to mouth level, adding an enticing dare to her display by placing her hands against the insides of her thighs while widening her knees, fanning and jutting out her beaver in lewd invitation.

Karen's mouth watered. She looked back with a smile, then moved forward and planted a long probing kiss between Cindy's legs. Cindy made a face of sheer ecstasy, then ground her beaver into the lewd kiss. While the students shouted obscene encouragements, Cindy and Karen put on a more obscene display. Spivy allowed the demonstration to go on for several long minutes. When Karen got a lip-lock on the clit, and Cindy was humping her cunt in Karen's face, going for her orgasm, he decided to stop them. Karen ended the kiss only when Spivy gave her a light rap on the fanny with his extended pointer. She set her paper down and returned, licking her lips to cheers. He called the rude boy next.

He also licked her pussy, but went a step further and crudely fingered her. When he had to be called away, he went away reluctantly, rubbing his crotch painfully. Each student came up in turn. The shy girls quickly set their papers on the pile without looking up, though most stared openly. The boys touched as well as stared, and every one of them planted a kiss on the pussy to avoid being called chicken.

Cindy obviously enjoyed the attention. By the time half of the thirty students went through, she had her skirt pulled up past her waist and wantonly offered her pussy, enticing mouths or fingers. She removed her blouse and displayed her titties. By observing the students' actions and reactions, Spivy knew which students he needed to work on, which might tell their parents, and which ones wanted a deeper level of play.

Angie Roberts was definitely going straight to her daddy and mommy. Knowing of Hal's rape gang plan, he prayed the Roberts family would be the first victims. Cute little Angie needed a stiff dick in her little twat, and stuck-up Ginger, her mother, needed a good fucking even more. Angie looked fourteen, though she was Cindy's age. Were it not for Cindy being in her class, Angie would be getting all the attention and winning all the beauty contests. Hers was a beauty that surpassed Cindy's in many areas but not as many. Her legs and ass had no equal. Her delicate features and angelic face gave her a china doll appearance. She had an untouchable quality that inspired others to treat her deferentially.

Her mother was like that as well. Spivy dated Ginger in junior high and most of high school, though she would never put out. He never got to cop a feel or get a glimpse of her luscious flesh. Ginger was the Cindy Greyson of his class, but Ginger never fell from grace. She left high school a virgin and married a well-to-do store owner that needed to be taken down a few pegs.

Besides that, the Roberts had two other daughters younger than Angie, and an older son, a senior. They couldn't move away and abandon a thriving business that they'd sunk a small fortune into. Nor could they afford to lose their property or let it be destroyed.

Cindy had similar thoughts about Angie and the Roberts family. She also had a girl crush on Angie. When Cindy allowed herself to dream of pussy, it was Angie's pussy she dreamed of. Like most girls who have difficulty appreciating their own charms, Cindy saw Angie as the prettier girl. Cindy endured most of the students just waiting on Angie.

Angie had been one that threw her paper on the desk. After all were finished, Spivy called her back up. She timidly came forward. He stood looking down angrily at her and said, "You seem to disapprove of my methods. I won't stand for that sort of childish behavior whether you approve or not. I gave explicit instructions to lay your paper neatly on the pile. You ignored those instructions. Now, go retrieve your paper and do it properly." When Angie remained still, he shouted, "I said do it! Now move!"

Angie went over to the desk and rummaged around the stack, trying to find her paper. Cindy, acting on impulse, squatted low with her knees spread wide. Angie jumped back, shocked to find Cindy's bare beaver waving in her face. Cindy held the pose, resting her hands on her knees, rocking her pelvis over the stack barely two inches below her crotch. The class roared their approval. Spivy came up and took Angie by the arm firmly and repeated his demand. The horrified girl trembled and began to cry. He persisted, insisting she look for her paper.

Cindy had her skirt bunched in her lap, waiting for the girl to return. Angie did return, but very hesitantly. She tried to squeeze her hand through the small space, but each time Angie reached, Cindy rubbed her cunt on the girl's forearm. All the kids were laughing. Spivy kept up his prodding. She soon ignored the cunt rubbing on her arm and went through the papers until she found her own. She laid the paper on top, neatly centered, then shot back. Spivy made her return to straighten the whole stack and insisted she do it by reaching between Cindy's legs. Cindy tormented the girl by inching closer until her cunt was in the girl's face.

When Angie tried to pull away, she found a firm male hand holding her by the scruff of her neck, preventing her from turning her head away or pulling back. Cindy dropped her hands behind her and assumed the crab walk position, bringing her cunt into contact with Angie's mouth. The class exploded from their seats and gathered around to watch Cindy fucking her wet beaver on Angie's twisted, crying face. Cindy gyrated and ground her slimy cunt all over the girl's face, but especially over her nose and mouth.

That was not the only abuse Angie suffered. Hands were all over her body. The kids yanked her panties to her feet, tore her blouse open, and pushed her bra up over her B-cup titties. Fingers rudely entered both holes as others twisted her nipples cruelly. The fingers weren't all male, either. The kids were in a frenzy, out of control.

Spivy released Angie and stepped back to observe a sexual feeding frenzy of sorts. The kids made certain that Angie's pretty face remained in full contact with Cindy's wide-spread beaver. He saw Angie give up her struggles and let herself be mass groped. Her face held steady as Cindy used her face as a pussy wipe.

While this was going on, one boy had gotten in behind Angie with his naked boner in his hand and was inserting that probe in Angie's asshole. Things had gotten out of hand, going beyond what Spivy wanted. Fortunately, the bell rang, giving him the excuse to call an immediate halt. Reluctantly, the kids dispersed, but not before the brash boy got his cock fully inside and managed a few dozen quick strokes. Spivy had to grab the kid by the belt and yank him out of Angie's ass. Cindy climbed down from the desk, as Spivy ushered the students out.

When the last kid left, Angie was still standing, sobbing in place with her panties at her feet and her tits hanging out in the open, her skirt and blouse had been completely torn from her body. He helped recover her torn blouse, and set the blouse over Angie's shoulders. He then set about putting the cups back over her tits. Angie simply stood sobbing with her eyes closed. Cindy remained standing off to the side, smiling at the way Spivy handled the distraught girl's titties while ostensibly trying to get them covered.

He had a free period, so no students filed in to replace those that left. He took note of Angie's hard nipples as he set her bra cups over them. When he knelt before her to pull her panties up her legs, Cindy came up from behind and placed her hands on Angie's hips. Angie made no move to stop her, so Cindy got close in behind Angie and pressed her naked vulva to Angie's ass, grinding her loins against her ass as the boy had done.

Spivy gazed on the delicious sight of Angie's moist slit and protruding clit. The vision made him take his sweet time getting the panties up. He settled back on his heels, his eyes on a level with her crotch. Angie's smooth skin trembled under the excessive fondling touches of his manly hands, but she did nothing to speed him along, nor did she attempt to cover her crotch, though she knew he was staring at her naked pussy.

Cindy wanted no part of restoring Angie's clothing. She had the same idea that Spivy had earlier--that Angie and her family would make the perfect victims for the rape gang. A sexual assault by a teacher would insure their outrage. Though a sexual assault was a bit premature (the rape of the Greysons would not be out until the next day's newspaper), she felt confident that Hal could deal with it. Toward that end, she brought her hands sliding up Angie's sides until she pushed the bra cups back up on Angie's upper chest, exposing her tits once again.

Spivy noted what Cindy had done, and noted Angie's passive acceptance. He halted the progression of the panties at mid-thigh and took a moment to visually explore the girl's vagina. Angie stood limply as Cindy removed the blouse and bra. Cindy's hands then went to caress and fondle Angie's tits. Angie stood with her head down, eyes closed, whimpering softly.

Spivy gazed on her tits from below, marveling at their beauty and perfect symmetry. Her mounds were perfect in form and looked as though she had a high pressure hose up her ass, pushing them to the point of bursting. Her inch-long nipples, pastel pink cones, like a bullet on a snow cone, vibrated when Cindy pulled the tips down and suddenly released them. She finger-flicked the rubbery nipples and twisted them like knobs on a radio. Spivy watched Angie tolerate this abuse as he ran both hands up the outside of her thighs and around her haunches to cup and mold the soft globes of her ass.

He gently, sensuously passed his hands to the front and moved up her torso to fondle her tits for himself, saying, "Angie, you are a beautiful young woman, a very sexy young woman. You remind me of your mother at this age." Angie's eyes opened to slits, and she watched his hands slowly travel down her flat tummy to converge on her loins once again. The left hand went behind to cup her ass and draw her crotch forward, the right delved between her thighs.

He teased his fingers through her wet folds, tested her hole with a gentle probe, then softly rubbed her clit, saying, "We dated for many years, you know. I see you inherited her vagina. Hers responded to the touch of male fingers and lubricated profusely just as yours does." He insinuated his fuck finger deeply and said, "Her pussy was soft and tight just as yours is."

Angie's eyes opened wider as she stared down at her out-thrust crotch. Spivy removed the finger and eased the panties down her legs. She stepped free without prompting, then held each foot so he could remove her shoes and socks. When he released the last bare foot, she stood barefoot, totally naked, keeping her crotch out prominently. Angie lent herself to this effort like a small child being undressed by her mother. When she stood naked, Cindy went to the door and locked it.

Spivy teasingly ran his fingers up the insides of both legs as Cindy got behind Angie and nestled close, kissing her ear, nuzzling her neck, running both hands slowly to the girl's fevered crotch. Cindy applied pressure against the inside of Angie's right foot and the foot slid out. Cindy and Spivy both reached for Angie's crotch. When she got there first, she pried open the moist lips and teased Angie's clit.

Spivy looked up to see Cindy's tongue licking Angie's cheek, and Angie turning her face into that tongue. Their tongues entered a duel outside their mouths as Angie strained back to capture Cindy's tongue. In doing so, she jutted her loins out further than she could have had her upper body not been supported by Cindy.

They kissed passionately with Angie's head resting on Cindy's shoulder as Spivy said, "You know what else your mother loves, a warm tongue in her pussy and sucking lips on her clit. [Angie swooned.] Let's see if you like that as well."

When his tongue slithered through the folds of her tight sex lips, Angie cried out and heaved into his mouth. He cupped her ass as her knees widened, then moved his lips over her engorged clit. She moaned louder as he sucked her hard clit. She pressed her mound to his face and grabbed his hair, pulling him tight. She was on the verge of a climax, but Spivy wanted her to hang at the edge. Reluctantly, he backed away. Angie groaned.

He went back to a slow teasing finger-fucking of her pussy. She humped his finger while still kissing Cindy. He said, "Yes, Angie, you're exactly like your mother. She was a hot little slut too." Angie bucked and moaned on his finger. He said, "You know I'm going to fuck you, don't you?"

She broke the kiss to say, "Yes!"

"You want my cock in your pussy, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"You are a virgin, so was your mother. It's only right that you surrender your virginity to me."

"Yes, I want to. I want you to be the one."

"You realize that this will start a family tradition. When you have a daughter, I'll expect you to bring her to me to deflower."

"Yes, I will. I swear I will! If you fuck me, you get to fuck all my daughters. I'll bring them to you as soon as they enter puberty."

"Yes, I'll want them fertile, just as you are. I won't use protection with them, and I won't use any with you."

"I don't care. I just want you to fuck me."

"When was your last period?"

"Oh... uh... I'm due any day, I think."

"Perhaps we should wait a couple weeks then."

In a panic, she cried, "Oh no! I can't wait that long. Do it now, please! If you do it now, I'll come back in two weeks and let you do it again. I'll come to you every day if you want, but please fuck me now!"

With casual aplomb, he said, "I don't know, Angie. That seems like a lot of trouble for me. I'll just wait."

"No, Mr. Spivy! Oh God! Please, I want to get fucked now. I need it. Why won't you fuck me now?"

Spivy got up and leaned back on his desk. Angie dropped to her knees and attacked his belt. She fumbled with his fly and dragged his pants and underwear down. His cock bobbed in her face and she grabbed his seven inches of throbbing hardness with both hands, slobbering wet kisses all over the shaft, head, and balls, sucking the shiny head into her mouth. He and Cindy exchanged satisfied smiles as they watched Angie getting hornier and hornier.

He did nothing to help. Angie, in a fit of passion, got up, turned around, reached between her legs and scooted back, pointing his cock at her pussy hole. She wiggled herself onto the knobby head and slowly sank its length into her until her hymen stretched against the head. After three deep breaths, she suddenly lunged back, impaling herself to the balls. Spivy's eyes rolled back, his face an exquisite grimace. Nothing ever felt so divine.

After that, she rode his cock like a mad woman. Cindy presented her bare beaver. Angie attacked the wet slit with her mouth, holding Cindy by the hips. Cindy's humping screwed Angie on Spivy's dick. Spivy knew he couldn't last long with that sight to look on. He closed his eyes and took Angie by the hips to ease the delicious buffeting. He tried to find the square root of three while Angie's delightful pussy nursed his dick. Minutes later, he blasted her womb with a hot load of sperm. Angie came with him, grinding her pussy hard to his groin, sucking the sperm in deep. Cindy came with Angie's lips sucking hard on her clit, then stood still for a thorough pussy licking.

When they broke apart, Angie was flushed and panting. She turned, dropped to her knees, and reverently cleaned Spivy's cock with her tongue, saying, "I want to come back every day. You can get me pregnant if you want. That's what you want, don't you?"

"Yes, and I want to knock up your daughters, too. I am serious about that."

"I know you are. I'll still be here. I'll remember. I gave my word to you, and Cindy is a witness. Anyone I marry will have to agree to that condition before we marry. I won't go back on it."

"I know you won't. I won't let you. We're going to draw up a written agreement that you will both sign before many witnesses. He will also agree to share your pussy with me and whoever I decide to share it with. That will also be in the pre-nuptial document."

"Oh, yes. I'd want it that way. You won't ever let us out of that agreement. I know you won't."

"You know what else I won't let you do? I won't let you go back to being a nice girl. You're going to be one of Richard Wright's whores." Angie stopped her mouthings and looked up with trepidation at his cold serious tone. He said, "Do you know about Wright's whores?"

She said, "Yes, everybody knows."

"Then you know what that means, don't you?"

"But I can't, not now, not that, not with just anybody, not with Mr. Wright."

"You can and you will. Furthermore, you will no longer wear bra or panties to school. Wright's whores don't believe in them, as you probably know."

Angie rose to her feet, suddenly feeling cold and naked, shyly covering her crotch. She said, "But, Mr. Spivy, my parents might find out. They'd kill me if they did; besides, I'm not that kind of girl. I know that sounds stupid after what we did, but you are special. What we did was special."

"You're a whore Angie. Fucking a whore isn't special. That's what whores are for. Whores are like toilet paper. After you wipe your ass, you don't think toilet paper is special, do you?"

Angie stumbled back, stung by his cruel words. Tears filled her eyes. She cried, "You're terrible. That's a terrible thing to say." She shouted, "I am not a whore, and I'll never be one!"

Spivy lunged forward and took Angie firmly in hand. Jerking her close, he took a fistful of her long hair, pulled her head roughly back, then crammed three fingers up her cunt. He got in her face, saying, "Listen to me, you fucking whore. You've got my sperm in your cunt, and I will keep replacing it with fresh sperm every day. You'll bear my bastard children and train the cunts to be whores. From now on, I'll treat you like a fucking whore, and I'll tell Wright you joined his stable. You'll fuck when we tell you to fuck, and you'll fuck who we tell you to fuck. Do you understand?"

She tearfully nodded, then said, "Yes!" after his prompting. He added, "If I ever catch you wearing bra or panties, I'll strip you where I find you and beat your whore ass with my belt. Do you understand that?"

"Yes!"

He marched her to the door, unlocked it, and threw her out into the hallway. She sprawled, naked, across the waxed linoleum. Luckily, the hall was empty. When the door opened again, her ripped skirt and torn blouse came flying out. She looked back to see him casually drop her shoes, socks, bra, and panties in the waste can. She scrambled to gather skirt and blouse, then made a dash for the girls' room at the end of the hall. Spivy and Cindy watched her from his open doorway.

When he went back inside, Cindy said, "Was that really necessary? She's going to tell her parents what you did."

"That was the idea. She surprised me. She was easy, thanks to your excellent foreplay."

"You're right; she was easy."

"I want her to tell Mommy and Daddy. Crazy, huh? Well, I've got news for you, kid. Peterson is putting together a rape gang to keep parents like hers in line. When that gang gets through with them, they'll be pimping their daughters, and I'll finally get to fuck Ginger Roberts."

"I thought you took her cherry."

"Shit, I never got a whiff of that woman's pussy. Never believe anything a man says while in the act of seduction. All's fair in love and war."

"It still seemed cruel."

"Do you think she would have told them if I hadn't said those things and threatened to turn her into a whore. Believe me, I didn't enjoy doing that. I adore that kid and her mother. When I look at Angie, I see her mother. I vented some pent-up anger at Angie that was meant for Ginger. She'll get over it. I still love her mother after all these years."

"You have a funny way of showing it, but I guess you're right, she wouldn't have told. Boy, she was something, wasn't she? You really know how to seduce a girl. You had me creaming, and I never got touched by you. You can touch me now, though."

"Thanks, but I'm wasted. You need to get to your next class. You better go back to the office. I'm sure Pam will want to deliver you, or Hal might be ready for you. He's meeting with his boys. They're probably looking for you in your next class."

"I don't need your tired old dick, anyway. I have four hot young studs that can use me to wipe with."

"Very funny, Cindy. Run along before I change my mind."

Cindy walked out smartly. She thought about stopping in the girls' room to comfort Angie, but decided against the idea after understanding Spivy's motives. She wanted Angie's family, now more than ever. Angie was a hot number. Her sisters were adorable as well. Rachel, at ten, made men stop and stare. Jennifer, at twelve, had a body equal to Angie's. She wondered what her sisters and her mom would be like as sex partners. She wondered if Angie's father or brother were any good in the sack. She smiled to herself as she strolled to the office. She encountered Pam en route. Hal was ready for her.

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When the four young men entered the principal's office, they entered thinking they were in trouble. Four chairs sat in a straight line before Hal's desk. Hal offered them seats. This was new. They exchanged looks, then shrugged and sat. Hal studied the boys. Three were powerfully built with cocky attitudes. One was just cocky. Tommy Blade was a likable guy. Cool described him better than any adjective--ruggedly handsome, some would say. Sexy, in a bad boy way, most women would say.

Jake Braddock was a star lineman on the school varsity football team. At six feet two inches and weighing two hundred twenty pounds, few grown men could give him any shit.

Cory Mathews was a punk. He couldn't whip his way through a gossamer curtain. He was a follower who wanted to be a tough guy. He raped three girls and a teacher in order to win acceptance. He still had charges pending from the rape of the teacher, but the girls' parents failed to press charges after receiving telephone threats.

Bubba Mosley, a black center on the basketball squad, completed the foursome. Bubba had been reprimanded repeatedly for going out on the court without wearing a jock. The problem was, his black cock hung four inches below the leg opening of his shorts. That alone qualified for the rape team. After he raped the same teacher Cory raped in an effort to intimidate her into dropping the charges on Cory, he found himself up on charges and suspended from the basketball team until his case was adjudicated. Cory and Bubba were under in-school suspension. They were in special class.

It came as a great surprise to them when Hal offered the guys beer. They accepted. Hal smiled, sat back, and said, "Guys, I have a job for you, one I think you'll like. I want you to rape people for me."

Bubba coughed out his first sip. Cory grinned stupidly. Jake set his beer on Hal's desk and started to get up. Tommy put his arm out and made him sit. Tommy looked to Hal and said, "Don't leave that hanging."

"I'm serious. I want you guys to form a rape squad. I can protect you. I even have the cops in my pocket."

Tommy said, "Why?"

"Because, I have people I need to punish or be made to get in line. I have power that I want to extend. You guys can help. If you help, I can make your lives very rewarding."

Cory said, "Yeah, how rewarding. Me and Bubba ain't got much time. It better be good, and it better come quick."

"Why, you aren't going anywhere." Hal leaned to the intercom and pressed the button, "Marge, send Miss Jennings in." He looked to their startled faces, saying, "I believe you two know Miss Jennings, don't you?"

Before they could answer, the attractive young teacher, dressed in her usual business attire for women (knee-length skirt, white blouse, matching jacket, and modest high heels) entered looking sheepish. That wholesome, All-American young bride look that drove the two boys to rape was there with the added attraction of blushing shame and mortified fear. Her long hair and big brown eyes drew attention away from her impressive chest which she did all she could to downplay by wearing something in addition to a blouse or dress, usually a jacket or cardigan sweater. Two of the boys knew those lumps under her clothing were caused by proud hooters and they were licking their lips at the memory.

Hal said, "I was just telling these guys about your recovered memory regarding the alleged rape. Tell them what you now remember really happened in both cases."

Without looking up, with the boys on the edge of their seats, Jan Jennings softly said, "I seduced Cory, then made up the rape story in the hope that they'd send Bubba to change my mind. When he did come, I seduced him as well."

Cory slammed his palm on the desk and said, "That's exactly what happened. The bitch begged me to fuck her. She fuckin' raped me. I want this in writing. You guys heard her."

Tommy said, "Shut the fuck up, Cory." Looking to Hal, he said, "Okay, we're impressed. So, are the charges dropped?"

"Yes, as of eight this morning. You guys are clear. It's all taken care of. Now all you have to do is decide what you want done with her. I have a taped confession. I can put her behind bars with a phone call, or she can make it up to you in more personal ways. I'll let you decide."

Cory said, "Lock the bitch up!"

Tommy said, "I told you to shut the fuck up, Cory." Addressing Jan, Tommy said, "What do you have to offer us, Miss Jennings, Jan?"

She looked up, fear showing in her reddened eyes. "What do you want? I don't have much money. This is my first year teaching. Please, don't send me to jail. I'll do whatever you want."

"Well, show us your tits and pussy. Me and Jake haven't had the pleasure."

With trembling fingers, on the verge of pissing herself, Jan unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the bra cups off her hooters. Her hooters, as though wanting the freedom and wanting a look around, stood out boldly in the opening of her blouse, parting the sea of clothing. The boys laughed uproariously and made fun of her puckered and skyward arching nipples, putting a shade of red on her features she'd never known before. Even her creamy breast flesh blotched red.

It was all she could do to keep from pissing as she lifted her skirt with one hand while pulling down her panties with the other. Her face turned an even deeper red as the boys made fun of her wet pussy and her horny clit sticking up. Betrayed by her own body at a time when she most needed her body to behave itself, Jan endured the abject humiliation of having that betrayal underscored as each boy toyed with her clit and engorged pussy parts, transferring her vaginal slime to her straining nipples and trembling lips.

The guys could not believe what they were seeing nor what she was enduring. Tommy turned to Hal and said, "Okay, tell us more." To Jan, he said, "You get out of your clothes. We want a better look."

While Jan undressed, Hal said, "What I have to say is for your ears only. Let her get naked, then we'll send her out. You can play with her later."

Cory said, "Are you going to send her out naked?"

"That's up to you. She can wait in the inner office in her birthday suit all day if you want. I called in a sub for her classes, anticipating you'd have something for her or she'd be in jail."

Cory said, "Far fucking out! Let's keep the bitch naked."

By this time, Jan was down to pantyhose and panties. She shimmied out of them with trembling fingers, dying of embarrassment. She kicked off her heels, removed her skirt, panties, and pantyhose, then stood erect, trembling under their hard stares.

Hal came around the desk and placed her centered on the boys. He took her by a fistful of hair and made her lean far back over his desk with her naked crotch jutting out. He kicked her feet far apart, then said, "This bitch now belongs to you boys. I don't care what you do with her, in or out of school. I made her place the call to her husband and listened to her explain everything as she know remembers everything. She begged him to be understanding so that she could do whatever she had to do to stay out of jail."

The boys were taking turns feeling her up and fingering both holes. Tommy said, "Did he buy her story?"

"Yes. Evidently, he knows what a hot and horny little slut he married. She was convincing and took all responsibility on herself. I made her tell him that she had to have young cock or she'd go crazy. She said she was addicted to young cocks, and that she couldn't help herself. She begged to be allowed to bargain for her freedom. She begged him to go along if he really loved her."

Tommy said, "Are you sure he understood what that meant?"

"I made certain she was very explicit about what that would entail. The man must love her, because he wants her to remain free at all costs. You're free to fuck her where you find her. You'll have a key to her house and the welcome mat will be at her bedroom door."

Tommy said while tugging on her long clit, "Well, I guess we have us our own private whore." He released her clit and addressed Jan, saying, "Go sit in the inner office but leave your shit in here, and you'd better be there when we get through, understand, bitch?"

Hal released the distraught woman. She regained her feet and moved toward the door on quaking legs. Cory jumped up, addressing Hal, "Wait, do you have a marker pen?"

Hal opened his desk and took out a red Magic marker. He rolled the marker across the desk to the boy. Jan returned to stand before the boys. Cory took the pen and held Jan by the chin firmly. She grimaced while he wrote out, "I AM A HORE," with the "I" on her forehead, the "A" and "M" divided by her nose, an "A" on her upper lip, and "HORE" spelled out along her jawline. He stepped aside, laughing, "There, that should teach her."

Tommy said, "You stupid fuck. There's a W in whore."

Cory went, "Oh, yeah... where's it go."

Tommy got up, saying, "Give me that, you moron." He placed the W by Jan's right ear. The word didn't look right, but at least it was spelled right.

With the marker still in hand, Tommy write, "FUCK ME" on her chest and then turned her around to write, "I AM A FUCKING WHORE" down the back of the left leg with "FUCK ME IN THE ASS" down the right with an arrow pointing to her ass.

Bubba took the pen and added his graffiti to her back and ass. Jake turned her around and filled in the front, labeling her slut cunt and left and right bastard feeders. On her belly, he wrote, "BASTARD UNDER CONSTRUCTION."

There, all done. Jan no longer looked like the All-American young bride. She looked like the men's room wall at the pool hall only without the stains. She turned pleading eyes on Hal, begging on the verge of tears, "Please, I can't go out there like this."

Hal got up and took her by the arm. He dragged her to the door and shoved her through. After slamming the door, he strode back to laughter and applause.

Hal took a seat on the edge of the desk, then laid out the entire plan, including the rape of the Greysons. The boys were uneasy about tangling with Estelle Greyson and her daughter, Cindy. Hal assured them that he had Estelle Greyson by the short hairs, then described the scene with her from the day before. He could still see they were unsure, so called for Pam.

Pam entered the office and Hal ordered her to strip. Pam was a sexier number than Jan Jennings only because she was cuter. They had all noticed her when she first went to work in the office. They conducted more business in the office than most of the students did. Pam's body never went unnoticed. They were now seeing it quickly unveiled. When Pam stood before them, naked, she did so without the least bit of shyness. She posed, turned, bent from the waist, then sat on the front edge of Hal's desk. She leaned back, and offered her spread beaver in her favorite position, spreading her pussy lips apart with her fingers while smiling wantonly.

Hal reached over and placed his hand on her inner thigh, saying, "When she came to work this morning, she'd had one cock in her entire life. Well, actually, one and a half, but that's a long story. It's now ten fifteen. How many have you had now, Pam?"

"Six, but four more will make it an even ten. I am so fucking horny. I love what you guys did to Jan. She's dying out there. Do that shit to me. Write filthy things all over my body. I want cock in my pussy, lots of hard cock."

The guys reacted instantly, reaching for their crotches and hers. Hal said, "She's never had a black one. Bubba, why don't you put this slut out of her misery."

"Yes, fuck my pussy, Bubba. Show me that big black dick I've heard so much about."

Bubba grinned broadly and fished out his swollen member, fisting his foot-long black snake at her offered opening. He stepped up and put the head in her sopping hole. Pam grunted and squirmed as he fed her sex-starved twat. She winced in pain when his cock bottomed out with three inches remaining but continued drawing him by pulling on his ebony hips, crying, "Deeper. Fuck me deeper! Cum in my pussy, Bubba. Knock my married, white ass up. I want your black bastard, and I want my husband to watch you make his baby in me. Oh, yes Bubba. I want you to make all of my babies. You can fuck me any time you want."

Tommy turned to Hal, saying, "Man, I don't know what you got, or where you got it, but you got it. I don't know about these guys, but I'm in." Bubba said, "I'm in... in up to my balls." Jake and Cory threw in as well, then they settled back to watch the show. Each boy fucked her in turn, driving Pam to delirium. She was insatiable. Even after all four, she wanted Bubba again. Hal had to force her from the office, sending her to fetch Cindy.

He went back to the desk and took his seat on the edge. He said, "I'm sure you are all familiar with Cindy Greyson. Now you'll see her in a whole new light. You haven't seen a female until you've seen this female. You'll get to see her in action tonight, but for now, just enjoy the demonstration, and don't say anything to tip off what we're all about. She'll know, afterward, so will Estelle. That won't matter. I'm doing it just to prove to her that I can, and that I can get away with it, and do it again, anytime I wish.

"Just so you know, you will gang rape Cindy in the cafeteria on Wednesday or Thursday. You guys aren't bashful before an audience, are you? None of you have a cock you need to be ashamed of. I know you aren't ashamed of yours, Bubba?"

Tommy said, "How can we get away with something like that? You ain't God."

"No, but I'll do till he shows up. Don't worry about it. I told you, I can cover for you. I'm doing this to flush out the troublemakers. When I know who they are, you guys go to work. I'm not going to explain all my reasons and motives to you. What I want is four studs with big balls. If it isn't you guys, there are others."

Cory said, "Hey, we got balls, man. You ain't gonna find any bigger. We'll fuck the bitch on the courthouse lawn if you want. Right guys?"

"Shut the fuck up, Cory. All right, we'll rape her in the cafeteria, but let me warn you. If we get busted, you get busted. That's all I have to say. You are in this with us, right up to the balls. You say do it, and we'll do it. Don't go biting off more than you can chew. It ain't the cops you have to worry about. We have friends, lots of friends. You don't know how close that Jennings bitch came to being crawdad bait."

Hal stood and got in Tommy's face, saying, "I'll let that slide. I understand your concerns. You don't know what I have backing me up. Until I give you a reason to doubt me, don't. Until I fail you, don't threaten me. If it happens again, all four of you will be out of a job and on your own with lots of angry people on your ass. In a few days, nobody will want to fuck with me, so your friends don't mean shit. I'm the only friend you need."

Tommy said, "All right, man, cool it. Like I said, we're on the team. You're the big kahuna. I've said my piece."

Pam knocked and entered, pulling Cindy along. Cindy stumbled up to the side of the desk, beside Hal, looking forlorn, abandoned without hope. The four smiling faces drank in her sexy charms. Pam said, "Are these guys going to fuck her? Can I stay and watch? Want me to strip her?"

Hal said, "Pam... Out! Go fuck something."

Pam pouted and left. Hal addressed Cindy, saying, "Okay, kid, get your shit off and show these boys what a female body is supposed to look like. Move!"

Cindy unbuttoned her blouse and removed it. She kicked off her heels, and dropped the skirt. She stood naked before four open mouths. Hal said, "Show them your business end."

Cindy turned and spread her feet wide, then bent forward at the waist and grasped her ankles. Her holes were in open display between her flawless moons. Hands reached out to caress her ass and delve fingers in her holes. When Cory stuck four fingers in her cunt without much effort, he said, "Shit, I figured she'd be tight as a drum."

Cindy squeezed down on his fingers and he exclaimed, "Hey, a fucking squeeze box. Far out. Check this out, Blade."

Each took a turn, including Hal. He was impressed as well. He had her stand straight, then sit on the desk. She proudly spread her beaver without being ordered to do so. The boys huddled around her crotch and resumed their pussy inspection. Her position also afforded them the opportunity to fondle her breasts. Cindy turned on rapidly and was soon squirming and moaning. Hal said, "These guys are going to rape you in the cafeteria tomorrow or the next day. Do you have a problem fucking four guys in front of two hundred kids and teachers?"

"No! I don't care anymore. Mom said I have to be your whore and I have to fuck whoever you say."

"Will you put on a good show, put up some resistance before you turn into a writhing blubbering slut?"

"Yes, I'll try. If you want me to put on a show, I'll give them a show. Mom told me I had to do whatever you say. I'll fuck them all right now if you want. We should practice, don't you think?"

"No, but I do want you to unlock your front door tonight and turn off any alarm system you have."

"I will. We have guard dogs. I can bring them indoors and put them in a spare room."

"Yeah, you do that. Okay, get up and get dressed. Have Pam take you to class. We need to talk."

The guys reluctantly let her go. Cindy reluctantly went, taking her clothes with her, leaving naked. Hal said, "You guys are going to like this job. See that the dogs fuck her. Get to know those dogs. They will come in handy on other jobs."

Cory said, "Far fucking out, man! Cindy Greyson fucking mutts... far-fucking out, man!"

The five finalized details of the Greyson job, then went over the details of Cindy's cafeteria rape. When it was time to leave, Tommy paused at the door, saying, "Just one question. How did you get Jennings to drop the charges?"

"It was easy. I had Richard Spivy seduce her. The man is a master. He had her humping and heaving, blubbering out all kinds of shit about the rapes. She incriminated herself trying to turn him on. We got it on tape. The bitch said she enjoyed the rapes and was sorry she reported them."

"She cried and pleaded through both of them. If she enjoyed them, she sure as hell didn't let it show."

Bubba and Cory backed this up. Hal said, "I'm sure she only said that to please Richard. Either way, she sounded sincere and fucked herself royally. She's your toy. Enjoy."

Cory said, "Can we march her through the campus naked?"

"Maybe in a few days. Let's go slow for a while. That shit you wrote on her is enough by itself. Most of that will show. Parade her around through the halls if you want, but leave her skirt and blouse on. You don't need to button the blouse, but at least tie the tails in a knot under her tits. You can also leave her barefooted. Everyone who sees that will understand what's going to happen to her. When you've had your thrill, take her to an empty classroom and fuck her brains out. If you want, you can fuck with her in the inner office area until the next bell. I presume you'll want a full hallway."

Cory said, "Bitchin', Man."

When they stepped into the inner office area, Jan was sitting on a chair, huddled in a protective ball, her face hidden in her hands. Ben, Richard, Marge, Stephanie, Susan, and Emily stood around with big smiles. Cory went up to Jan and made her stand. He pulled her arms behind her and sat in the chair, pulling her to his lap. Bubba and Jake took the two seats on either side. Each took a leg and drew her into the splits. Jan groaned, deeply mortified, humiliated beyond her wildest imaginings, made more so by her nipples puckering and her clit rising to prominence, throbbing with her rapid heartbeat. Tommy sat on the edge of Marge's desk, looking cool and dispassionate.

When Jake and Bubba reached a free hand to her pussy and began stimulating her inflamed sex, Jan grimaced. Her breathing became rapid and short, her chest heaving, her body showing an all-over blush. Cory whispered obscene things in her ear and told her what a slut she was. She gradually responded to his words with impassioned moans. He released her hands and reached under her arms to crudely mold her up-thrust breasts. He told her to show everyone what a hot cunt she had.

Jan moved her shaky hands between her legs and began shyly masturbating. Before long, she roughly rubbed her clit and fingered her hole. He told her what they had planned, about the empty classroom, her attire, their waiting for the halls to fill so that they could parade her around in her bare feet with her tits half exposed, showing off her signs. She fucked herself furiously and came explosively in tears.

While the fun went on in Marge's office, Pam delivered Cindy to the lesbians in her PE class. The class was near ending. The girls were going to the showers. Stella took Cindy into her private office. Eight girls and Pam followed. Eight smiling, wet-faced girls left when the bell rang. Pam, Cindy, and Stella remained for fifteen more minutes. When they did leave, Stella and Cindy had wet faces. Pam had a wet crotch. Pam led Cindy to the cafeteria. She sat with her through lunch, enjoying the attention the two scantily clad females attracted.

After lunch, Pam waited for the fourth period class to get underway before leading Cindy to it. Mr. Groves, like Spivy, had already sampled Cindy on Monday and was eager to get her in his class to initiate his plans for exposing and humiliating her.

Groves taught American History. At forty-two, fat, bald, and bearded, he was one of the few single male teachers over thirty. He had a hard time attracting females, students or otherwise, so he used his position to trade sex for grades. Before Hal came along, he didn't always get a fuck out of the deal, but he usually got a desperate teen girl to unveil her body for him in his private office. He was so desperate that he was very careless and often went too far. His file had numerous complaints from angry parents, and he also had a police report with several ongoing investigations. Jim Groves was about to lose his job and find himself brought up on formal rape charges when Hal was hired as the principal and everything suddenly disappeared.

Hal saw Jim as a kindred spirit, a lover of the innocent young. They shared the same major, History, and Hal lost his last teaching job for doing the very thing Jim was doing, only with much younger students. Hal befriended Jim, and his first request of Estelle Greyson, the woman responsible for hiring him, was to bury Jim's record and stop all legal action. He took a chance because she knew about his past and hired him anyway.

With her nod, Hal buried all past complaints, and covered his further problems long before getting the official sanction from Estelle Greyson. The legal action simply went away. In return, Jim shared his successes, giving Hal a lascivious pleasure, if not direct participation.

With Hal covering his back, Jim became reckless. He went after girls who he knew would tell their parents, then he went after the mothers. With Hal's help, he usually got both. Hal gave tips that made his method more effective. Jim cursed the fact that the sexiest, most desirable girls were also the best behaved and usually on the honor roll. Hal told Jim that those girls and their parents were the easiest to manipulate. They cared about grades and futures. They cared more about grades than hymens. Hal told him to give subjective tests, essays that must be judged, there being no right or wrong answer. In this way, college bound straight A students got F's in a required course for advancement.

Since all juniors had to pass Groves' class, none could graduate without a passing grade from him. With no private high school within commuting distance, and home teaching not yet approved by the state, parents were in a bind. Their daughter's future hung in the balance. With the principal having a Masters degree in history backing the evaluation of the daughter's essays, they had to accept the grades and the claim that their daughter lied about the abuse, threats, or propositions to get out of their poor showing.

This opened new avenues for further abuse, as the lies needed to be punished, and their district permitted corporal punishment without stipulating restrictions other than skin could not be broken. Public, bare bottom spankings were commonplace in the county schools around the turn of the century. Rules were in place to make the practice institutional, arguing that humiliation was more effective than the infliction of pain when young girls needed to be disciplined. It was Estelle's great grandfather who instituted the rule and saw the rule carried out properly almost every time while he lived. The practice died with him in 1933.

At the time, the rules only applied to pre-pubescent teens. Older girls attended boarding schools in other areas if at all. As the community grew, and a high school was established, the rules were never amended. They'd been forgotten, but discovered by a local attorney who had to defend a teacher who dropped a girl's panties before applying a paddle to her rump. The teacher got off, (in more ways than one) thanks to the rule.

Efforts to amended the corporal discipline rule came up at every school board meeting, but Estelle liked the rule, so it never got the votes needed to alter it. Few teachers had the nerve to try the practice publicly before a classroom full of students, but after Hal Peterson came onboard, Groves and Spivy practiced bare-bottomed spanking and strapping to excess. Spivy would spank girls on their bare bottoms before a classroom full of students, and progressed from that to having them strip nude.

Groves saw no restriction that would prevent him from requiring a girl to strip naked for a strapping, so that was what he required of his female offenders. Girls in his classes lived in terror, and were difficult to find fault with. Opportunities were few, but Groves learned how to create opportunities using Hal's ideas. As a result, even before Estelle joined Hal, half of his female students had bared all before their classmates, usually with a rain of tears before the first fall of the wide leather strap.

The only thing Groves and Spivy had to fear was the retribution of an angry father. Spivy could physically handle any outraged father. He was once a Golden Gloves boxer. Groves relied on Hal, sending parents to him. Being the principal, and a big man besides, made Hal a tough prospect for a father to butt heads with. Few would. Those who tried, failed. Their daughters still faced the strap, and faced the strapping, buck-assed naked before their peers.

Parents had long since adjusted to the idea of the school's right to public beatings on naked skin, but were slow to adjust to Grove's way of doing it. The blatantly sexual beatings drew pleas and complaints, but no charges of misconduct were ever filed. While the law remained on the books, laws advocating that humiliation was a policy and objective, filing charges was pointless. No one could argue that his methods weren't humiliating.

What got Groves in trouble was his passion for pussy. He wasn't satisfied with just a peek and a smack, he wanted pussy. What really wound his clock was getting at the mothers. Fucking a distraught mother was the ultimate for Jim Groves. He would rather screw the mother than the daughter. He preferred married mothers to the single ones. In this way, he also got at the husbands.

His grade manipulations, offers of grades for sex, and straight out propositions for sex got him in trouble and drew the most vehement complaints. What worried Hal was the filed sexual molestation charges that went past his office. Though no charges ever amounted to legal action, and were buried at the police station, he worried about the first that would not be buried. Hal knew he had friends in high places, friends other than Estelle, and assumed that one friend was the school superintendent, Don Hightower. Hal always kissed up to Don Hightower and tried to buddy up to him.

A complaint was no problem under Hal's administration. In fact, a complaint always brought on an additional strapping for the lying teen. Distraught parents would beg and plead on their daughter's behalf once they saw there was no options open to them. Once they understood that their daughter's education was in the balance, they got very cooperative. That's when Groves would offer the only option available: a mother could stand in for her daughter if she agreed to take a thorough strapping in the nude before her daughter and the entire class. Most mothers, after a period of intense anguish, relented and offered to suffer the humiliation for their daughters. They signed the release forms Hal required and were given an appointment to appear in class.

The release forms granted Groves complete freedom to administer a humiliating punishment, without limiting what method or technique he could use. Most learned the hard way, but many knew from the stories they'd heard that they would suffer a much more humiliating event than their daughters would face. For this reason, some of the mothers let the daughters suffer, knowing that they could never endure such abuse in private, much less in public and before children.

Groves was merciless when he got a mommy stripped and bound over his strapping chair. The punishment device, a heavy oak chair with the back cut off at eighteen-inches above the seat and featuring leather straps at the base of each leg for securing wrists and ankles, looked like an odd electric chair without the electrodes. The chair was mounted on a one foot high platform with a roller base so that the entire unit, with a victim secured on it, could be rolled easily about or turned. Over the top of the chair's back was a thickly padded cushion for the penitent to lie over--forward or backward.

The device sat ominously in the front corner during classes like a medieval torture device waiting for its next victim. Few boys felt threatened by the contraption. To them, the chair was a treasured friend, a vehicle that brought food for fantasy, a source of rich voyeuristic pleasures.

To the girls, the chair spoke of unthinkable humiliation, pain, and embarrassment. The chair of shame stole their most coveted intimate secrets and haunted them like an evil specter. To some, the chair of wicked delight tickled their clits just to look at it. The mothers who came to know its function, would often wind up having to make the choice again. Having no secrets to hide, having been stripped of all dignity and pride, few refused a return engagement. Some mothers, on returning, went to the chair trembling and in tears. Some of the mothers were addicted to the chair, and eagerly awaited another call.

Hal became principal when Cindy entered her junior year. Halfway through the second six week term, the first totally naked strapping took place in the chair. Mr. Groves' fourth period American History class--Cindy's class--was the first to witness a chair-bound beating. The poor girl cried pitifully as she was ordered to strip naked. Cindy's heart went out to her. The class was in shock. The boys pleasantly so, the girls genuinely so.

When Groves rolled in the chair for the first time and made the naked and trembling teen stand on the foot-high platform, then strapped her left ankle to the outside of the left rear leg, all eyes opened wide, not a peep was heard. He then forced her right ankle far to the right and attached that ankle strap. He pushed her forward over the padded top, then pulled her left arm to the base of the left front leg, bringing the arm outside the wide arms of the chair before securing it. He did the same to the right. The class stared up the girl's naked behind and at her naked pussy, yawning wide for their visual inspection. Jim noted that girls stared as openly and as intently as the boys.

He wasn't through. He wound rope around each leg at the knees and pulled the girl's knees to the outside edges of the chair. When both were secured, the poor girl had her asshole showing and her pussy opened up to reveal the pink insides of her vaginal opening.

As if this weren't enough humiliation for her, he turned the platform to show her face to the class. The girl tried to hide her tits by hanging her head between her outstretched arms. To keep her head up and hair out of the way, he gathered the hair into two clumps which he secured to each top post. Now both breasts were hanging out for all to see. That, however was not enough humiliation.

Groves went to his desk and returned with what appeared to be a big, black, rubber cock. The lurid instrument had an eight-inch shaft, a bulbous head, and two hanging orbs the size of plums. He turned the chair in profile and made her open her mouth over the head. He worked the cock replica in until her cheeks ballooned out. A clamp built into the base of the cocklike device, attached to the forward edge of the seat.

When he stood with his crotch at just the right level to give the illusion that the cock was jutting from his fly, the boys began laughing. Some girls laughed as well. The bound girl could make no sound. All she could do was groan through her nose. The device forced her head to remain up and in full view. All she could do was close her eyes and cry.

After that, Groves turned her ass to the class and invited the class to pull their chairs up in a tight semi-circle centered on the girl. The boys fought over front row center. The girls sat in the rear. All had a good view as Groves advanced with the strap.

Groves applied the strap firmly and forcefully. His hard strokes had a cracking retort and jarred the victim's supple flesh, leaving a bright red imprint. Twenty-five strokes were meted out in an agonizingly slow pace. By the time the last fell, her entire backside from the backs of her knees to the top of her ass globes glared back an angry red hue.

The class counted aloud the twenty five strokes, then a vote was offered on an optional twenty-five more. Jim had noticed the class members gradually warming to the girl's humiliating punishment. More and more students joined in on the counting, their eager voices raised as the level of excitement raised. The vote was twenty-three for, eight against. Cindy was against, though she had joined the count at twenty.

The girl received twenty-five more, delivered with methodical slowness over the full expanse of her legs and ass as her tears puddled in the seat of the awful chair. After that, she was left in place for the remainder of the class period. The class resumed their former places, and Groves began the lesson. He repeatedly walked by the girl to study her rear areas, patting and rubbing her ass, bringing titters of laughter when he gave her pussy a pat.

Encouraged by the favorable reactions he got whenever he touched her intimate areas, he touched them more often and more crudely. By the end of the class, he'd stop to take her hanging, engorged clit between thumb and forefinger and give it a tug or a shake. He'd finger her pussy or asshole, and, at the end of the class, he lectured with his thumb buried in her asshole, two middle fingers up her pussy, gripping her like a bowling ball with the platform turned so her face was to the class.

Her expression reflected her mortification tinged with undeniable arousal. The class could see the girl's hard nipples pointing down, just inches off the seat, hanging between her arms. Her eyes were open and the tears had stopped flowing. Those that had flowed were dry on her face. Cindy found this very odd, and most exhilarating. Groves made her cum twice, and though she couldn't move or cry out, it was clear to all that the girl had climaxes and wanted more.

Most of the kids did not tell their parents what they'd witnessed, but Cindy did. Estelle was quite amused. She called Hal to express her support of the stricter disciplinary measures. She told him that if he needed her support in the future, he had it. The girl victim did not tell her parents either. Hal fielded a few inquires from concerned parents, but he blew those off after hearing from Estelle Greyson.

He was quick to let Jim know that Greyson heard all about the beating from Cindy and called to offer support. The two perverts were elated. Cindy's reaction, and Estelle's reaction to what Cindy reported, was their chief concern and the primary reason a girl from Cindy's class was chosen as the first victim. Neither had any illusions about trying anything with Cindy, however.

Cindy was safe, as was Angie. Everyone knew that Ginger was in tight with Estelle, and she was a woman with her own resources that she could bring to bear. She was also on the school board with Estelle, though Estelle's vote was Ginger's vote. Angie was in a different history class. Hers was in third period. Their next victim would come from the third period class and push the limits much further.

The girl Angie saw punished was a cute redhead with big breasts. She endured even more sexual abuse than the girl Cindy saw. She was secured backward over the device, a much more humiliating position especially for a girl with big tits. She was masturbated to orgasm before the first blow fell, then masturbated to three more orgasms afterward. When he let her up, she stood on wobbly legs with her vaginal secretions running to her heels.

Jim had the only classroom with a private teacher's office in the rear. He took her directly into his office and screwed her between class changes, between her labia lips, between her periods. When he was finished with her, he made her go out, naked, and retrieve her clothes. He made the girl dress in front of that new class with his semen flowing down her legs.

Jim heard from the girl's mother when her daughter missed her period. They heard from many more parents right after the incident, including Ginger. Ginger threatened court action if anyone ever laid a hand on her daughter. She was extremely upset. Hal called Estelle. Estelle called Ginger. Ginger called back to say that on reconsidering the event, she wanted to lend her support for stricter discipline for the other girls.

From then on, Hal told upset parents to fuck off, in so many words. From then on, it was open season, and time to go after a mother. Sarah McGill got the nod after Jim drove his car behind Rose McGill, Sarah's mother, while she rode her bicycle.

He pictured her fine ass over his chair. Sarah's grades took a nose dive. Even her previous A's became F's. The case of Rose and Robert McGill and their daughter Sarah illustrates how effective the system was for breaking down parental resistance, then subverting their natural tendency to protect their children at all costs, ultimately leading to their total surrender to perverse desires, and the mother's willing surrender to the chair.

[Their story is detailed in "Plucking the Rose".]

The case of the McGills is special only because they were the first family sucked into the whirlpool of perverse family sex, victims of Hal and Jim's seduction schemes. The two perverts got better at the game as time progressed. When Cindy entered the classroom under Pam's escort, they'd been at their game for six months. In that time, they'd seduced eleven families, and Jim had screwed twelve of his eighty-eight female students. Nine of the girls were pregnant with his or Hal's child growing in their bellies. Six were showing. Sarah was six months along and showing very well. With two months left to go in the school year, and Estelle Greyson on board, they hoped to spawn an epidemic.

Most of the pregnancies could be directly attributed to Jim Groves. He was obsessed with the idea and did most of the screwing anyway. Hal Peterson and Richard Wright got their share, but both men were as apt to spend in a mouth or an ass. Richard Wright, in fact, preferred anal sex. Hal appreciated any good looking pussy, even adult pussy, but preferred the very young girls. His ninth graders were, at fourteen and fifteen, at the upper end of his desirability scale. The eight to ten year-olds, being prime.

Until Estelle Greyson opened up the full gamut of possibilities to him, their activities were confined to the exploitation of the junior class, aided by his cohorts, Richard Spivy and Jim Groves. By the time the spring semester was underway, rumors about what was going on with the junior class girls, especially the punishment scenes taking place in Jim's class, were widespread, not only within the school, but within the community at large.

Estelle did her part to insure that her media did not report on, or investigate, these rumors, and the police never made any inquiries, even though several formal complaints had been filed against Jim and Hal. The men were pleasantly puzzled by this fact. They knew of the filings, and had always expected trouble from authorities. When none came down, neither from the school administration nor the police, they assumed Estelle had her hand in that as well.

After months rolled by without a single charge sticking, they grew bolder and bolder. At the start of the spring semester, Jim made it a practice, after a girl's first session in his punishment chair, to take her to his office, still bound to the device, and have sex with her. Though the girls could not make a protest if they wanted to, their mouths being stuffed with the dildo gag, it was rape, pure and simple.

One such rape so outraged the mother of the girl that she stormed into Hal's office screaming at him at the top of her lungs, shaking her fist at him and threatening every charge she could imagine. She didn't stop there, though. She gathered proof, along with statements from other victims and parents, then filed a ten page indictment with the police and the superintendent of schools. She also had sworn statements from other parents and the girl victims themselves.

Jim and Hal sweated this one out, certain that they'd gone too far. Hal called Estelle right away. She told him not to worry, but he worried anyway. When the superintendent called, it was not to fire him, but to commend him for maintaining strict discipline and order in the high school. When the woman returned to deliver another barrage of threats, he and Jim were ready and waiting.

She entered Hal's office to find her daughter, naked, bound backward over the punishment chair, her body crisscrossed with angry read weals from tit to toe, with rivulets of semen pouring from her open and abused holes. Before the mother could run or scream, the men attacked her, shredding her clothes off her body. Though she fought mightily, the angry mother became a standing sandwich with Hal's cock in her pussy and Jim's in her ass.

She struggled against the dual penetration for the first few minutes, her frightened wide eyes constantly darting to her daughter's gaping beaver. After a few minutes, she ceased her struggles with Hal's words in her ears, saying, "It may interest you to know that all the work you did panned out. I've been contacted by the head of the school board, Estelle Greyson, and the superintendent of schools, Don Hightower. After reviewing your report, both commended me on setting a high standard for order and discipline in the high school. We just wanted to thank you."

The fight left her with that news. She stood limply in their embrace and took the double fucking as the hopelessness of her situation sank in with every sinking of each cock. She repeatedly looked to her sexually abused child as she took the dual penetration and their synchronized buffeting and soon began to respond by pushing back on the cock in her ass and forward on the cock in her cunt until they didn't have to hold her and she did all the movement.

She fucked herself at the pace she liked best. A few minutes later, her arms went around Hal's neck, and she looked into his eyes with a glazed look of passion, saying, "You are an evil bastard, Hal Peterson. A gal doesn't stand a chance against you."

She planted kisses all over his face, then kissed him passionately. She broke the kiss only long enough to say, "You are a very nasty man to do what you did to such an innocent child."

Hal smiled and said, "Yes, she was. I also want to commend you on giving birth to such a fine piece of ass."

Together, they turned cheek to cheek to survey her daughter's abused holes, gaping open and drooling sperm. She said, "You're welcome."

Hal tried repeatedly to penetrate the lust they'd awakened, to reach her maternal core, but nothing he said would break her. She seconded every crude suggestion either men offered. In the end, she agreed her daughter would make an excellent whore and deliver a fine healthy baby for them. She was no trouble after that.

The fallout of that success led to greater excesses. It was open season on junior pussy. Richard's stable of eight whores was almost all junior girls. Pam came on board in February and immediately befriended Jim Groves. Though she offered him no pussy, he was intrigued by her unabashed desire to help and participate. She became a frequent visitor on a punishment day. Eventually, he allowed her into his private office for the post game activities. She recruited whores for Richard Wright from the large stock of candidates she had to choose from. Jim had far more than he could manage and was generally a find 'em, feel 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em kind of guy anyway.

Hal preferred to hear of Jim's classroom exploits from Pam when she had her sexual banter sessions in Wright's office. She told it much better than Jim ever did. To hear her was to view the event from the female victim's viewpoint.

Pam was only nineteen and a newlywed to the only man she'd ever had sex with. Her experience came from growing up in a two female parent home. Her mother was a bull dyke with many lovers. Though Pam didn't have a gay bone in her body, she got to see everything women can do with their bodies. She knew next to nothing about men, but she could read the subtle body language of a tightly bound female, knew the tiniest, most insignificant details, like the tensing of an inner thigh muscle, the outward pucker of the rectum when a girl wants to take an invading finger in her ass, or the slight hollowing of the cheeks as a girl fantasizes that the dildo gag in her mouth is actually a real cock.

The mothers who were forced to perform for the kids did not fool Pam one iota. Despite their sternly set jaws, their angry looks, their defiant demeanors, and their tears, Pam saw through them. Pam noticed the way they stood in profile when unveiling their breasts, the way their backs straightened, their tummies sucked in. She knew why they took so long to slide their panties past their pubic bushes, or why some turned their backs on the students at this crucial moment while others faced front.

Every woman knows which view, front or rear, best displays her vagina. Some women have pussies that are set forward, others have pussies tucked back between their legs. Consequently, some turned their backs on the students and some faced forward at this crucial moment. Pam noticed that the women always dropped their panties in the position that best featured their pussies, always lowering them with calculated, sensuous deliberation while pretending to be painfully bashful or reticent.

The students loved watching the mothers for this very reason. The older women knew how to use their bodies. Once Jim knew how to read their body language, he watched for their pantie lowering position. Those that faced front were mounted backward over the chair to display their pussies they way they preferred displaying them. Those who turned their backs, were bent forward. Only when he attempted the reverse did he encounter protests. Women never protested when their pussies were displayed properly.

Pam also told him that big-titted women and women with nice breasts turn their side to the students to drop their panties because they aren't proud of their pussies, or are more proud of their breasts. These women prefer being bound backward, tits up, and like to have their heads facing the audience after they are bound in place. In this position, with their backs arched radically, and their torsos angled down, their tits blossom to their fullest.

She also told him that breasts can take as much punishment as an ass or thigh. That big breasted women derive a great deal of pleasure from having their breasts tormented or handled roughly. Jim was wary of this, at first, but the results were dramatic when he first tried Pam's suggestion. Between Pam's advice and Hal's coaching, Jim had few unsatisfied customers, much repeat business, and a steady supply of married women to fuck in or out of school.

He had women he could call, day or night, that would drop what they were doing and come to him without panties on. He had wives that would toss their husbands out of their marital beds to fuck him. He had husbands he could call who would deliver their wives to him, wait in the car while he screwed them, or come inside and hold their wives' legs apart while he serviced their horny bitches. He had half a dozen women that would fuck him like raging sluts, right in front of their families. Jim put ten married women back in the baby business, much to the husbands' chagrin. Jim had it all, everything he could possibly want.

Richard Wright took the best of the junior girls and made them part of his stable of whores, and Hal occasionally got his fancy tickled. Some of those married women had younger daughters; some had daughters in their prime--or at least prime by Hal Peterson's standard. His supply of little Lolitas did not all come directly as a result of Jim's activities. Some fell from heaven, but were indirectly from Jim. Theresa Andrews was such a case, and she fell from heaven one week before Hal's first meeting with Estelle.

It was while listening on the intercom to one of Pam and Richard Wright's sessions that Hal learned about Theresa Andrews. Theresa was a neighbor of Pam's, a single mother with two daughters; one, her fourteen-year-old, was a freshman in his school, Connie Andrews, but the other was an eight-year-old, little Becky. Hal sat forward and listened attentively. The conversation went like this:

Pam said, "If you really want some nice young pussy, Richard, why don't you let me bring Connie Andrews to you. She's a freshman, a virgin, and cute as a speckled puppy. She has nice hard titties and a tight ass. You can train her. She'd make a great addition to your stable of little whores, and you need to branch out of the junior class."

"You'd make a great addition to my stable of whores, Pam. I wouldn't even need to train you."

"No, and I'd make a good one, too. I'd be the best piece of ass you ever had, but my husband, that meanie, won't let me. Come on, Richard. Get your mind off my creamy, wet, horny pussy. Try not to think about how good it would feel to slide your big cock through my tight, wet pussy lips or how my hard clit would feel riding on the shaft of your cock while you fuck my cunt. My husband won't let me fuck you. I asked, and he said no. You were listening in; you know that. What about Connie?"

"I don't have the time or patience to deal with virgins. I like them, but they're too much trouble."

"Not this one. You could force yourself on Connie, bind her up and rape her in every hole. Her mother will get off on it. She can't wait till Connie becomes a junior and gets in Jim's class. That's all she talks about is the day Connie comes home crying with Jim's semen running down her legs. She has this whole scenario all planned out in her mind, how she's going to get Connie dressed in a short sexy outfit and come down here to register a complaint about her daughter getting raped.

"She knows what usually happens to mothers who complain. She can't get enough of my stories. She wants to watch her daughter get raped. She wants to get raped with her daughter. I told her she didn't need to wait, that I could probably set it up with you. She's all for it. She took off work, just in case it went down today. She's sitting in her apartment on pins and needles, hoping, praying that Connie will come hobbling through the door all teary-eyed and spermy."

"Is that so? Tell me about this eight-year-old. You know, Hal has a thing for the young stuff. If you could set him up with this kid of hers, it would be a big feather in your cap. Hal is an important man to have in your camp, especially with all the non-school shit you're up to."

"Really? That's interesting. I don't know. She's never said anything about Becky. She's just a little kid."

"All eight-year-old girls are little kids, Pam. Little girls have little pussies, and that's what Hal likes about them. They have the tightest and the freshest pussies."

"I'm sure she has a tight pussy, but I don't know about fresh. I never thought of pussy as being fresh. Look, why don't you rape Connie, then I'll see if I can get Theresa to bring Becky and Connie in when she complains. I can work on Theresa. She is easy to manipulate. In just three months, I have taken her from a mother who lived in constant fear of her daughter getting raped at school, to a mother who wants to set it up and watch."

"No, I have a better idea. Let her stew in her juices. You go back after school and tell her that I like the idea of her getting screwed in front of both girls. Don't tell her about Hal. Don't tell anyone about Hal. If it gets out, we'll all know who let it out. You have a big mouth. Let her think I just want Becky present, and that's my condition. Tell her if she agrees to that, I'll rape her little Connie tomorrow."

"Okay, I can do that. Don't you think I ought to feel her out to see how she feels about watching Becky getting raped by a grown man. She should at least be prepared for that."

"It wouldn't hurt to plant a few seeds, but let Hal work on her when she comes in. He's good at this, and he won't rape the kid. He doesn't get off on that shit. He seduces them. He'll have the little shit squirming to get on his cock. If this Theresa is as horny and hot blooded as you say, she'll set her little girl on his cock and kiss his balls while he's fucking the kid."

"She might. I'd sure like to see that. Okay, I'll do it. So who do you want to fuck for now?"

"I want to fuck you, Pam."

[The story "Marital Aid" continues this exchange to it's natural conclusion: at her apartment, later that evening, Richard's dick in Pam's pussy with her husband's tongue in her ass--naturally.]

Hal turned off the intercom, sat back, and smiled. An hour later, Richard entered his office, looking frayed at the edges. He plopped down in a chair beside Hal's desk and said, "How much did you hear?"

"All I needed to hear. I want that kid, Richard. Set it up."

[The story, "The Corruption of Mother Theresa" is a must read for single mothers raising sexy young daughters, with a horny neighbor, in a school district full of perverts, run by a pedophile. Others may enjoy it, too.]

"She's as good as mounted on your pole."

"I've got the rape gang all set. They are going to hit the Greyson mansion tonight. I've decided to wait until Thursday to initiate the cafeteria rape of Cindy. We should allow Wednesday for the news of the assault on the Greysons to sink in. Thursday will be better. The hard part from now on will be keeping those boys in line. They are going to be like kids in toyland."

[Follow the gang after they left school that day in the story, "Ravish Me".]

"Yeah, you're playing with fire with those boys."

"I'm not worried, not with the Estelle Greyson Volunteer Fire Department just a phone call away."

"You're still not going to tell me what you have on her, are you?"

"I'd be stupid to do so. Why should I share the power. I kind of like being the only person on Earth able to control Estelle Greyson. Besides, that much power would blind you."

"Maybe so, it would certainly corrupt me. Speaking of corruption and power, Spivy raped Ginger Robert's daughter in his classroom right after class. I just spoke with him. He said to expect Ginger to storm down here as soon as she gets word. The kid left the school grounds, probably leaving a trail of semen that leads right to Spivy's classroom."

"God damnit! You tell Spivy that I don't appreciate him pulling something of this magnitude without clearing it with me first. Not only is Ginger a member of the school board, but she is a personal friend of Estelle's. You get Spivy and drag his ass here."

On leaving, Richard said, "I'll get him here, but nobody drags Dick Spivy anywhere."

After Richard left, Hal hit the intercom. "Marge, get me Estelle!"

One minute later, Estelle came on the line. "Yes, Hal, what is it? Make it quick."

"One of my teachers got carried away with the daughter of a friend of yours, Angie Roberts, Ginger Roberts' daughter. I'm sorry Estelle, maybe he didn't know. I've been warned that she'll storm down here. I thought I should let you know."

"Why, Hal? Would you clear this with me if you really had me by the short hairs? Would you avoid hassling my friends? Besides, I have no true friends. I told you that already."

"You also told me to keep you informed."

"Yes, afterward. This hasn't played out yet. It's just starting. Tell me how it goes, and if Ginger is too tough for you to handle, perhaps I misjudged you."

"Okay, Estelle. I get the message. I think I can handle her. If I can't, I know four young men who can."

"That's the Hal Peterson I like to hear from. By the way, Ginger has three lovely daughters, one is right up your alley. I believe Rachel is eight or nine, and her twelve-year-old, Jennifer, would look lovely wearing a Doberman. If it goes down, I want pictures."

"Just say the word and it will go down."

"Hal, you're doing it again. I don't want to run the show. If I did, I wouldn't need you."

"I'll get back to you."

"Yes, you will. Goodbye, Hal."

Hal sat back in his leather chair and relaxed with a smile. Minutes later, Richard and Dick entered his office. Dick was starting his defense, but Hal waved it off, saying, "It's all right. I thought it over and decided that fucking with a close friend of Estelle's isn't a bad idea. Still, you should have run it by me."

"I'm sorry, boss. It just sorta came up. A sperm of the moment thing you might say. Have you gotten a call from Ginger?"

"Not yet. When did this girl leave the campus?"

"A little over an hour ago. She was pretty upset. I didn't actually rape her, but I said some pretty hurtful things after I screwed her. Cindy helped me, by the way."

"Just so I know, what things did you say?"

"I told her I intended to knock her up, and that she'd bring her daughters to me when they were of age. I told her she was now a whore and would join the other whores run by Richard. I said something like, whores are like toilet paper: once you use it, it ain't special anymore. It sounded better in the classroom. The room was empty, by the way. There was just me, Cindy, and Angie."

"I don't give a shit if it was standing room only, you clear with me first. So, you like making the girls cry, huh? Maybe we should call you Georgie Porgie. I never figured you for that type, Dick."

"This one is special, Hal. Her mother and I go way back. I'm paying her back for years of blue balls."

"So, take it out on the kid. That's fine by me. I just want to know what's going on."

The intercom interrupted them. "Hal, Ginger Roberts is here to see you. She's... uh... rather upset."

The door to his office burst open and a blistering mad Ginger Roberts came through. She halted on seeing Dick Spivy and turned her wrath on him, saying, "You sorry bastard! How dare you touch my child! You are going to fry for this. Angie is down at the police station writing out a formal charge of rape against you." She turned to Hal and pointed a menacing finger, "And you, you fucking asshole. You fire him this instant, or I'll see that you hang with him. I may not have the pull by myself, but I know the people who do."

Hal calmly said, "Relax, Mrs. Roberts. Nobody is getting fired now that you've filed formal charges. It's now a legal matter, and Mr. Spivy now has legal rights that we can't infringe upon. He is innocent until proved guilty. What we can, and must address, however, is your daughter's punishment for leaving campus without permission, a very serious offense."

"Have you lost your mind? She left campus because she was raped by one of your teachers, a personal friend of yours, I might add. Don't think I don't know what you and your buddies are running here. I've heard all about your whores and your thinly-disguised bondage and discipline sex games. We've bent over backwards giving you latitude, but you have crossed the line, mister. Your fun and games are over as of right now. Your career is over, and if I have my way, the two of you will share a cell for life."

Hal ignored her tirade and said, "Now, since your daughter left Dick's class, he will handle her discipline and decide on the manner and severity of punishment. Usually, in a case like this, a public thrashing in the nude is customary. That will, of course, be left up to Dick. If you would like to take this opportunity to plead your daughter's case with him, feel free to do so."

Dick smiled. Ginger fumed and yelled, "Oh, you fucking bastard. Lay one finger on my daughter and I will personally cut your balls off."

Hal said, "Now, now, Ginger. That's no way to talk to a man who has been victimized by your daughter's irresponsible charges, and I dare say will only make matters worse. If I were you, I'd get down on your knees and suck his dick. You might want to wash it first. It's caked with a virgin's blood."

Ginger looked to Hal, then to smiling Spivy, then to Hal again, then stamped her foot and turned on her heels. As she headed out the door, she shouted, "Fuck you! Fuck all of you."

After the door slammed, Dick said, "I accept her generous offer." The men broke up in fits of laughter.



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Losing Mommy, Gaining a Maid

While Brenda Cummings suffered a sleepless night bound to a hard rack at the city jail, Hal Peterson languished in a king-size bed with her nine-year-old daughter, Cathy. When Brenda had a twelve-inch monster cock splitting her ass, Cathy had Hal's eight-inch cock nestled between her twin moons, giving it a squeeze with her tiny sphincter whenever it went all the way in. When her mother gagged on the cum from a drunk driver, Brenda nursed on sperm from a principal's penis. Such were the fortunes and misfortunes of two people who were once in love.

Hal had to admit that he did love Brenda at one time. Had she been willing to accept his penchant for young girls and been willing to share her daughter with him, they could have tried marriage. She was extremely tolerant of his inappropriate attentions toward Cathy, and she ignored a great deal, but the night she rolled over and reached for his cock, only to find it buried in her daughter's vagina, she freaked.

She didn't freak right away, though. Oddly, she allowed them to continue, even keeping her hand at the point of entry, using her fingers to follow the entry and exit of Hal's cock as it fucked her little girl. Even after he came in the child, she permitted them to sleep, joined at the genitals all night, waking frequently throughout the night to see if they were still connected.

This is what gave Hal hope that she could accept the situation, but the morning brought a total reversal of her attitude in a screaming, ranting, threatening tirade that ended their relationship. She and Cathy moved out. Ironically, Estelle Greyson and her twisted desires brought them back together under a new order.

Hal thought about Brenda, and knew she was suffering a terrible ordeal at the hands of Chief Evans and his crew. He regretted passing along Cathy's wishes that her mother be bound naked to a bed in a cell with men, and strapped regularly. He even told Evans to beat her between the legs, just as Cathy wanted. They weren't her ideas, though. Hal knew quite well that he put those ideas in her head at a time when she was aroused and feeling frisky and playful. He felt badly about adding to Brenda's misfortune, and resolved to intercede on her behalf, just not right away.

Saturday was a day set aside for Cathy. She awoke missing her mother. Hal told her they'd pay her a visit but warned her that she wouldn't see a pretty picture. Cathy said, "I wish I didn't say those things, now. Are they really doing everything I said to do?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so. It's been three days, now. Maybe we can get them to stop some things, but she'll still need to be punished. You still want her to change, don't you?"

"Well, yeah, but can't we change her?"

"I already tried, sweetheart. Only something this strong and scary could change her and make her want to share me with you and let you be boss over her. You do still want to be her boss, don't you?"

Cathy smiled mischievously and nodded, saying, "Will she really have to do whatever I say?"

"That's right."

"Even if I tell her to kiss my pussy."

"Absolutely. If she doesn't do it, and do it good, she'll have to return to jail for more punishment, and she'll know that."

"Maybe we should just leave her alone then, because I do want that, for sure. If this will teach her a lesson, let's let them teach it."

"I'll leave that entirely up to you, sweetheart. You visit with her and then decide, okay? Promise me one thing, though. Don't go showing her any sympathy, or that will ruin everything. When you see her, you need to let her know who's boss. You might feel like crying for her, because she looks so pitiful, but if you do, or even look sad, she'll know you could never be her boss. Understand?"

"I think so. I need to look tough, huh?"

"Right, but that's not all, you need to show her that you are a woman, now, and you can decide for yourself what to do with your body."

"Yeah, she needs to learn that most of all. I'd like to squat on her face while you fuck my butt. That would show her, huh?"

"Yes, especially if you started peeing in her face."

Cathy giggled and added, "Right, and after you shoot your stuff up my butt hole, you could pull out and I'll poop it in her mouth."

"Now you're getting nasty. Come on. Let's get a move on."

Hal called down to the station and arranged the visit with the chief. He told the chief what he had in mind, and wanted Brenda set up to receive her visitors. The chief said he'd have her ready. When they arrived at the station, Chief Evans greeted them on entering. He picked Cathy up and held her with both hands under her dress cupping her naked ass cheeks, saying, "Remember me, kid?"

"Yeah, you took me to Hal's house."

The Chief set her down and said, "That's right. How's that cute little pussy of yours doing?" Giving Hal a wink he added, "Sore, I'll bet."

Cathy lifted her dress to show him, saying, "It's not too sore, wanna feel?"

Hal pushed her skirt down, smiled at the Chief and said, "Somehow, I gotta break her of that habit."

"I don't know, I wish more girls had that habit. Well, I guess you want to see Mommy, right? Follow me."

Hal and Cathy followed the Chief into the area of cells. The cells were all empty except for the biggest one which held four rough and dirty looking men. On a cot against the side wall of bars was a naked woman, bound with her legs pulled back, her ankles tied to the head rail of the bed. Her arms were tied to each side rail. She looked terribly uncomfortable and her fair skin was marked with angry red weals, especially between her legs and over her tits.

Cathy halted in her tracks on seeing the sight. She brought her hand over her mouth to avoid making a sound and appeared ready to cry. Hal pulled her back out of sight before Brenda saw her. He whispered, "Now, Cindy, you promised to be strong and tough. You don't look like too much of either."

"Oh, Hal, she looks so awful. Did you see those red marks?"

"She needs those marks to change. You still want her to change, right?"

"Well, yeah. I guess."

"Then she will need those and many more. You can stop them if you want, but she won't change if you do. It's up to you, dear."

"I'm alright. Let's go see her. Can we go in the cell with her?"

"No, it will be better if she sees you from behind bars. That will work on her mind. Come on."

The two went in and walked to the side where Brenda's bunk was. Cathy paused as they rounded the foot of the bed. They saw her open and red pussy. The position they had her tied in left her ass up and totally vulnerable. The men had obviously taken many liberties in her two nether holes, as wet and dry semen caked her ass and ran down her back to wet the bed with a big puddle. Both her anus and vagina gaped open obscenely. They moved on and stopped near her head.

Brenda caught movement in her peripheral vision, then slowly rolled her head to see who was there. When her eyes fell on her daughter, her head popped up with surprise and alarm, saying, "Cathy! Cathy darling! What are you doing here? Oh, thank God you're safe."

Her eyes fell on Hal. "You bastard. I just knew you had to be behind this. You fucking perverted bastard, child molesting son-of-a-bitch!"

Cathy yelled, "Mom, you stop talking to Hal that way. Hal's been real nice to me."

"Oh, I'll just bet he's been nice. How was she, Hal? You've been fucking her for three god damn days. Your dick must be raw."

Hal calmly said, "My what a pottie mouth we have now. Jail isn't a healthy environment for you. You're picking up bad habits." Hal made a facial gesture to her crotch and added, "And god knows what else."

Brenda seemed to realize her position for the first time and groaned, saying, "Hal, how could you bring her in here and let her see me this way? Isn't there a shred of decency in you?"

"She wanted to see her mommy. What could I do?"

Just then one of the inmates, a huge black, swaggered over to the cot and said, "Is this your kid, bitch?"

Cathy angrily shouted, "Don't you call my mom a bitch, you nigger!"

Hal took Cathy aside and chastised her quietly. When she looked up, the man had dropped his pants and fisted his monster cock at Cathy, saying, "Nigger am I. This nigger has been fucking your bitch mother for three days. She don't call me nigger. She calls me stud. Wanna see me make her cry 'Fuck me, nigger.'"

Cathy looked to Hal, then to her mother's pleading eyes, walked up to the bars, and said, "Yeah, I dare you. She'll never cry 'Fuck me nigger', not my Mom. Go ahead, I'd like to see you try."

The man grinned and knelt on the bed. Brenda cried, "Oh, Cathy, no. Please don't say anything to him." To the man getting ready to impale her, she said, "Please don't do this. Not in front of my child. I'm begging yo... Ahhh... Uhhh."

Cathy had her face tight to the bars just two feet from the point of entry. She eagerly watched the big black truncheon slide between the lips of her mother's abused pussy hole. The sight had an electrifying impact on the girl. She intently watched every inch of that mighty cock sink into her mother's defenseless pussy, then swooned when his big black balls smacked her ass.

Brenda kept an eye on her daughter, afraid the sight would traumatize her. She was shocked to see the expression of interest and delight registered there. Cathy's eyes were riveted to her stretched vagina, and she had the look of a girl about to cry out, "Fuck her harder."

As always, once she adjusted to his size, his cock made Brenda's head swim. He hit spots deep inside that turned on her animal lust. Suddenly, having her daughter watching was a huge turnon for her. Knowing that Hal was screwing her daughter turned her on as well. Her mind replayed the night she fondled their crotches while they screwed and played with herself all night long, of the many times she reached between their legs during the night to assure herself that he was still inside her daughter, gathering their fuck juices to bring to her nose and mouth. She thought of the many nights she laid in bed, alone, frigging herself to the memory of that night, and the many nights she kicked herself for ending the exciting illicit relationship.

He soon had her thrashing her head about and moaning, "Oh, yes, fuck me. Fuck my cunt harder. God, you beautiful fucker. Fuck my horny pussy."

He pulled out. Brenda cried in dismay. He said, "Say, 'Fuck me, nigger.'"

"Oh, yes. Fuck me, nigger. Fuck me nigger! Fuck me in front of my daughter and her lover. Fuck me nigger! Fuck me hard."

The man got up and said, "You go fuck yourself, bitch. I'm tired of your nasty old cunt."

"NO! Please! Don't leave me like this! Finish me, I beg you!"

The man had his back to her and was walking away when he heard, "Hey, nigger. Is this pussy young enough for you?"

He stopped. The other three inmates were up and moving toward the cot. He turned to see the girl standing with her feet apart, her dress up to her waist, and her pussy thrust against the bars. Brenda saw the pussy up close, and the sight shook her back to near normal. She said, "Cathy, put your dress down this instant. Hal, do something."

Hal remained in the back, saying, "She's a big girl, now, Brenda. She decides what to do with her body, not me, and certainly not you."

Brenda turned her eyes on Cathy's bare vulva as the men crowded over her to look and feel. Cathy held her pussy up close for their fingers to enter. The big black got his large finger in her pie and she said, "You want to fuck my pussy, don't you?"

"Cathy, No!"

"Shut up, bitch. Yeah, I want to fuck it. So how are we gonna to do that. The man gonna let you in, cause he sho ain't lettin' me out."

Cathy, like a monkey, pulled herself up on the bars and got her feet on the bunk side rail for support. She pressed her cunt between two bars and said, "Go ahead. Stick it in. Fuck me through the bars."

The man knelt on the cot at Brenda's side and leaned over her, bringing the head of his dick to the lips of Cathy's sex. Brenda had the best view in the house and was reluctant to try and stop the act. She watched avidly as the big black knob pressed hard, indenting her child's pussy lips. Cathy wiggled her pelvis until her cunt lips flowed over the crown, then inch after inch slithered inside. Cathy grunted and grimaced, but got half of the cock in her pussy before she started fucking herself on the ebony rod. Brenda watched in awe as her daughter's vagina milked the black man's cock before her very eyes.

Cathy was fucking the cock like a wild vixen. She managed to turn the tables on the cocky stud. He was the one mouthing passionate declarations. "God damn, this is good pussy!" He came after a few minutes of her powerful and rapid humping. Semen squirted out from the tight edges of her cunt. When he pulled out, thick globs poured from her gaping cunny. Cathy climbed down and let her dress fall in place, smiling as the other three men tried to coax her back up on the bars.

Cathy knelt by her mother's head. Brenda turned her head to hear. Cathy said, "Mom, hang in there. You'll be out in ten days. Hal said he'd give you a job as our maid if you behave yourself."

Anger welled up in Brenda. She looked past Cathy to Hal and said, "You fucking bastard. You steal my kid, turn her into your whore, and you think I'll be your fucking maid. You go straight to hell, mister."

Hal took Cathy by the hand and said, "Come on, sweetheart. You shouldn't be exposed to such filthy language."

"Wait, no, don't go! Don't leave me. Hal, I'm sorry. Cathy! Cathy, I love you. Come back. Hal, please don't leave me here like this. I'll be your maid, I swear."

Hal kept Cathy moving, but as soon as they got out of sight, she spun in his grasp and excitedly said, "Hal, she changed. You heard her. She can go now!"

"No, Cathy. Those are just words. I'll know when she's really changed. The treatment is working, though. She will be good when she gets out. Come on. Let's leave this place. I find it depressing."

The following Saturday, they returned. Brenda was still on the cot, still bound as they'd left her. The huge black man had been released. There were just two cell mates, both looked like regular guys. Cathy remembered one from the last visit. When he saw Cathy, he immediately began trying to get her to show her pussy. Cathy ignored him and made straight for her mother. Brenda's eyes were glazed over, and she took a few seconds to register her daughter. A weak and feeble, "Cathy," emerged from her lips.

Cathy felt truly sorry for her mother. The child's heart went out to her, but after another week under Hal's tutelage, she was in control of her emotions, set on getting her mother changed. She said, "Hi Mom. Three more days and you get out."

Brenda turned pleading eyes to Hal and said, "Hal, for God's sake, you win. I swear, I'll never give you the slightest problem. I'll rim your ass while you fuck. I'll suck your cum from her ass. I'll be your maid. I'll do anything and never ever forget my place. Please, Hal, you must get me out of here. I can't last another day."

Hal was deeply touched and resolved to get her out. He said, "I'll see what I can do. You visit with Cathy for a while. I'll talk to Chief Evans." Hal left. Cathy said, "Did you mean what you said? Would you really suck his cum from my ass?"

"Yes, dear. I'll do anything he wants."

"What about if it's something I want. Suppose I want you to lick my pussy?"

"Cindy, has he corrupted you that badly?"

"Well, would you do it?"

"No, of course not. You're still my daughter, you know. I'm still your mother."

Cathy stood and said, "That's what I figured." She raised her dress above her waist, pressed her crotch between the bars beside her mother's face, and let loose a torrent of amber piss right in Brenda's face. The two inmates laughed uproariously as Brenda tried to avoid the stream. Cathy aimed the stream so that she couldn't. When the last bit dribbled out, Cathy stepped back, dropped her dress, and said, "You are not going anywhere until your time is up. You won't be going then if you still don't know who is boss."

Hal strode in and announced, "Brenda, you're a free woman. The Chief is bringing the keys."

Cathy met him at the corner and said, "No she's not. She's staying right where she is. Come on, Hal. I don't like this nasty place."

Brenda watched them turn Chief Evans around, then watched them all walk out. "NO! Cathy! Come back. Don't leave me. I'm sorry. You're the boss, sweetheart. You're the boss!"

Cathy and Hal returned three days later, the day Brenda was to be set free. This time, she was not bound to the cot, but she was still naked and she had a full cell with eight cell mates. The big black was back as well. He was the first to greet Cindy and the first to request some pussy. The men crowded Brenda out. Cathy shouted, "Let me talk to my mom or no one gets any pussy."

The men gave way and moved back to give mother and daughter some space. Brenda clung to the bars. Cathy drew near. "Hi Mom."

"Hello, Cathy. I'm ready to be good."

"Yeah, how good?"

"As good as you want me to be."

"Prove it. Get on your knees and lick my pussy in front of these men."

Brenda dropped to her knees with her hands clutching the bars. Cathy drew off her dress, her only covering. The men howled. She paraded up and down before the bars and came to stop before her mother, thrusting her crotch to the bars. Brenda immediately lunged at her daughter's slit with her extended tongue. The men were stunned and crowded around to watch.

Cathy let her lick for several minutes, then turned her ass to the bars and touched her toes, saying, "Now, lick my ass." Brenda licked. Cathy stood up and turned around, saying, "Now, suck each guy hard and guide his cock in my cunt." Brenda set to work. In this manner, each man screwed Cathy through the bars. "Now, lick the cum off my body, Mother." Brenda gave her daughter a tongue bath through the bars.

Cathy stepped back and said to Chief Evans, "Okay, I guess she's learned her lesson. Let her out." The Chief opened the cell, and Brenda walked out. She was not, however, free. In order to go free she had to sign over legal custody of Cathy to Hal. Furthermore, she had to sign a confession to the charges against her and accept the terms of her probation.

One of those terms did not permit her to leave the county. Another required her to make weekly return visits to the jail for what was called, counseling. A third required her to reimburse the county for her two week stay to the tune of two thousand dollars. The last made her a virtual indentured servant of Hal Peterson. If she left Hal, she went to jail.

Brenda was incensed by these conditions, but signed everything placed before her. She was whipped, body and spirit. Once outside the jail, Cathy hugged her and smiled broadly, saying, "Oh, Brenda, I missed you so much."

Hal also gave her a warm hug, saying, "That was rough on all of us, but we're together again as a family the way it should have been to begin with. I've missed you, Brenda."

Brenda didn't know what to make of this. Cathy, aside from calling her Brenda, seemed her old self again. Hal acted like they were going to resume their old relationship. When they got to the car, however, her place was clear. Cathy opened the back door for Brenda. Cathy climbed in the front and scooted up next to Hal. There was still plenty of room in the front. The back seat seemed awfully lonely.

When they got to Hal's apartment, Cathy quickly set Brenda straight on what was hers and what was Brenda's. Brenda's was easy, a cot at the foot of the master bed, and a trunk with her clothes. That was it. Everything else had been sold and placed in a college fund for Cathy.

Cathy went over Brenda's household chores and work schedule with her, leading her through the house and setting schedules for everything from washing of windows to the waxing of the banister. Brenda was having a difficult time accepting Cathy as her boss, but when Cathy set her down and went over the rules relating to discipline, Brenda almost lost her temper.

Hal watched from the den as Cathy said, "For minor screw-ups, you will get ten swats on your bare ass with a belt. I will decide what a minor screw-up is. Sometimes, I'll give you ten just because I think you need it, like right now. I don't like the way you're looking at me, so strip and get ready by standing with your feet wide apart, bend over, and touch your toes."

Brenda looked to Hal, but saw no reprieve there. Cathy warned, "You'd better do it or you go back to jail."

Brenda stood and began removing her clothes, anger and resentment building with each button she undid. She watched Cathy handling the belt she intended to use, folded double, swishing the air while she stripped. Once naked, Brenda assumed the position. Cathy got behind her mother and smiled at Hal. Hal smiled and nodded his approval.

The first whack jarred Brenda to her new reality. Cathy was playing for keeps. The cut stung like hell, as badly as any she received in jail. The second crossed the first to make an 'X' on her ass. The next two hit her upper thighs. Cathy was in no hurry, and let each stroke sink in.

Between strokes, she taunted Brenda with inflammatory words and crude fondling. She especially liked poking a finger up her ass, or plucking pubic hairs from her sensitive cunt lips. Brenda could stand the belt without breaking into tears, but when Cathy pulled a hair the tears flowed.

Cathy seemed immune to her tears. Several times, she walked around her to pinch a nipple or slap a hanging tit. For tit torture, Brenda had to stand erect and hold them up from the underside. Cathy liked slapping her mother's big titties and watching them wobble to a stop. She pinched a nipple using her nails to dig into the flesh. The ten strokes took half an hour to deliver. By that time, Brenda was properly cowed.

She returned to her seat but was not permitted to dress. Cathy continued, "If you break something cheap, you'll get ten on the titties--five on each. If you break something worth over two dollars, you get ten on the pussy with a belt. If you ever sass me you get twenty-five on the pussy with a thin cane. You'd better never sass me. If you ever fail to do what I tell you to do, it's twenty five on each tittie with a wire hanger. Do you understand, Brenda?"

"Yes, I understand."

"Good, now would you like something to drink?"

"Yes, thank you. I could use a drink."

Cathy smiled mischievously. Climbing onto the table, she pulled her skirt up to expose her pussy, then swung her legs out, saying, "Here, come get a drink."

Brenda looked at her in astonishment, then turned to Hal once again. Hal looked away. Brenda slowly moved her head between Cathy's thighs, bending her head and pressing her mouth to her daughter's pussy. Piss flowed almost at once, and Brenda sucked hard to gather it and swallow as fast as it flowed. When the flow stopped, Cathy said, "Now wipe me real good with your tongue." Brenda applied her tongue in long laps from anus to clit until Cathy pushed her away.

If she was cowed before, she was cowed and humiliated after that. Cathy looked down on her smugly and said, "That was pretty good, but you'll get better. I won't be pissing in the toilet anymore. Not with you around."

Surprisingly, Brenda made the adjustment rather quickly. Cathy's demands were never-ending, and her punishments were frequent and long-lasting. In short order, Cathy had her mother jumping and living to please her daughter's every whim. The best part for Brenda was when Cathy and Hal became intimate.

Brenda was always on hand for those moments, and though she was there solely to aid and service the two of them, it was the only intimacy and physical contact she had other than the belt. She applied herself diligently with hand or mouth, and by doing so with enthusiasm, won favor with both her masters.

She never got over her desire to feel their copulating genitals. Cathy demanded that she not only feel, but do the inserting, then her task was to keep her mouth busy on the fucking organs. Brenda truly loved doing this. Cathy's favorite position for watching TV was while sitting on Hal's cock, lying back against his chest, with her mother between his knees, licking his cock and her cunt. These sessions sometimes lasted for hours. None of Hal's sperm was ever wasted. It all ended up in Brenda's belly.

In time, Hal became tired of Cathy's dominant role and cruelty. He longed for the mature physical relationship he remembered. The love he once had for Brenda resurfaced. He began to see her as a woman of true strength and character, and he also began to appreciate her touch, warmth, and sensitivity.

One day, Hal took Cathy aside and told her she was dethroned and that Brenda was now her mother again. Cathy threw a fit, but Hal handled that readily by turning her over his knee and giving her the spanking she'd been needing for years. He moved her into her own room while Brenda was out shopping. When Brenda returned, Hal met her at the door with a kiss, a bunch of roses, and a bottle of champagne.

Brenda stood back in shock, her mouth open but no words coming out. Hal picked her up and carried her, the roses, and the champagne to their bedroom. The first thing she noticed was her cot and trunk were missing. Hal laid her on the bed, then joined her. He told her of his true feelings for her, promised that things would be different, told her the charges had been dropped, and swore she'd never suffer another mark while in his house. Brenda broke down and sobbed.

After they made love, Brenda went looking for Cathy. Brenda had a belt and a bladder about to burst. Hal let the two girls work out their differences. Cathy still shared their bed at times, but there was no mistaking who the woman of the house was. She was the one with the belt.

Brenda became the perfect mate for Hal. She never felt put out if he wanted Cathy instead of her. She continued to serve them with her mouth. She also knew all about his adventures at school and supported his extra-curricular screwing. Hal sometimes made a big score and would bring a young girl home to screw. She would watch, participate, or leave them alone, whatever pleased Hal.

Hal liked to bring the mother along with her daughter. Brenda enjoyed these sessions most of all. Her job was to play hostess to the mother, offering drinks, snacks, and making small talk with the distraught woman while they watched Hal having sex with the young girl. Very often, Hal wanted Brenda to join in or have sex with the child during an intermission. She participated readily and enthusiastically.

She particularly liked sitting next to the mother, totally naked, draping one leg across the mother's lap, while her kid ate Brenda's pussy, often with Hal fucking the kid in the ass or cunt. Adding to the mother's sensual torment was Brenda's specialty, and she knew just how to do it. By the time the woman left, her panties would be soaked and she'd look forward to a return visit.

Brenda and Hal got married and lived happily ever after. Cathy ran off with an AWOL sailor and ended up in jail for child abuse. Pity.

Return to Book II

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Motherly Love


After Brenda and Hal sealed their union by marriage, Hal moved quickly to seal them together in a partnership of perversion. Brenda had, by this time, been completely won over to the sport of mother/daughter sex. She knew from first-hand experience how to transform a normal mother into a lusty wench who craved sex with her own child, craved watching someone else--male or female, human or animal--having sex with her daughter, and adore licking her child's pussy before, during, and after sex. Brenda became a most valuable asset to Hal's already masterful talents of perverse persuasion.

Brenda's first test came three days after the wedding. One of the teachers at the high school had a twelve-year-old daughter that Hal wanted from the first day he saw her. After he got firm control of the faculty, after everyone knew and respected his power, he moved on Sally Greenwald and her gorgeous daughter, Jessica.

Sally was a beautiful woman in her own right--petite, full-figured, with sexy legs and a great ass. She wore her dresses shorter than stylish and liked form-hugging sweaters even in the warm weather of spring. Jessica was Sally in miniature. They had the same long, wavy flaxen hair, the same big brown eyes, and beautiful smiles. Sally wasn't smiling when Brenda met her, nor was little Jessica. Both looked on the verge of tears as Hal ushered them into the house. Both knew what was in store.

Brenda greeted Sally and took her arm like old friends. She hugged her, stroked the bare flesh of her arm, and took her on a tour of the house, leaving Hal with the girl. While Hal worked his magic on the child, relaxed her, and undressed her, Brenda worked her own magic on Sally. Her stroking, soothing touches gradually drained away the stiff resistance. When the woman walked easily and did not pull away from the overly intimate touches, she was ready to return to the living room.

Sally stiffened once again when she first saw her naked Jessica being fondled by Hal as he sat in a chair facing an empty sofa. Brenda drew Sally close and nuzzled her neck whispering, "Oh, Sally, your little girl is so pretty and sexy with no clothes on, and she knows it." Brenda planted warm breath kisses to Sally's ear and added, "You are going to love this. Hal is a master at seducing young ladies like your Jessica. He won't hurt her. She'll love every second and beg you to bring her back."

Though Sally did not respond to the kisses, she didn't pull away, either. Her stiffness dissolved with each word pressed to her ears with soft lips. When all the stiffness was gone, Brenda whispered, "Let's sit on the sofa so we can get a good view. First, let's take our panties off. They'll just be in the way when the action gets hot and heavy."

Brenda pulled off her panties as Sally stood motionless. She remained motionless as Brenda dropped to her knees and reached under her dress to hook fingers in her panty waist band. She stood stiffly as those panties inched down her legs, but lifted each foot to Brenda's easy pull for their removal. When Brenda's head went under the skirt, when her hands reached up to cup naked ass cheeks, Sally tensed and pressed lightly on the top of Brenda's skirt-draped head. That pressure eased with the first swipe of Brenda's tongue through her slit. The pressure and tension dissolved with each pass of Brenda's broad tongue, and totally evaporated when Brenda fastened her mouth over the clit and sucked while pulling Sally's ass in tightly.

Sally and Jessica were looking at each other at that moment. Jessica was laid back on Hal's lap with her legs wide, wider than a natural recline would allow. She held her thin legs obscenely open for Hal's manly hands. Those hands had fingers and those manly fingers massaged her pussy, exposed the virgin opening, and teased the child's clit. Sally could not wrest her eyes from her daughter's pussy, nor could Jessica take her eyes away from the head bobbing beneath her mother's skirt.

Brenda quickly had Sally on the verge of a climax, but stopped short. She stood, coming up the front to stand face to face with Sally, then kissed her on the lips. She took Sally in a lover's embrace and her tongue slithered easily inside the aroused woman's mouth. Sally sucked that tongue and kissed back, pulling Brenda in close. Brenda broke the kiss and whispered, "Let's watch. This will be fun. Trust me."

Brenda stripped naked, but left Sally's clothes on. She led Sally to the sofa and sat on Sally's left. Brenda pulled Sally's skirt above her waist, then took Sally's left hand and placed it between her legs. Brenda placed her right hand between Sally's legs. She sat back, and together, they watched Hal molest Jessica. Sally was soon playing with Brenda's pussy as enthusiastically as Brenda was playing with hers, all the while, watching Hal's hands exploring the intimate parts of her daughter.

Sally's eyes stayed riveted to Hal's fingers as they probed every opening in Jessica's young body. Sally let out a passionate moan after Hal wet his middle finger in Jessica's pussy hole, then brought that finger to Jessica's lips, painting her lips with her own vaginal wetness. When Jessica saw her mother's reaction to this, she licked her lips, bringing on another moan. When Hal's wet finger returned with another gift from her pussy, Jessica licked, then sucked the finger. Sally's legs went wide and her right hand joined Brenda's left, rubbing hard on her clit.

Brenda reached over and drew Sally's hand away from her clit, saying, "Not so fast, Sally. It gets better." Sally sighed in frustration, but widened her spread to her daughter's eyes. She had her left leg draped over Brenda's lap, and her right leg was drawn up with the foot resting on the sofa and her knee laid flat. Jessica stared at her mother's obscenely splayed pussy and at the feminine fingers displaying it to her. Mother and daughter made each other hotter and hotter by staring at each other's pussies.

After several minutes of this maddening tease, Hal stood with Jessica in his arms. Brenda placed Sally's legs down and brought her knees together to form a lap. Hal laid Jessica face down across both women's laps with Jessica's ass over her mother's lap and her head in Brenda's.

Brenda immediately cocked her left leg to open her beaver. She took Jessica's head and placed her mouth over the mature pussy, telling the child to lick all the pink parts. Brenda made the pink parts bigger by fanning her cunt lips wide with her fingers. Little Jessica licked all over Brenda's aroused pink tissue with her little pink tongue fully extended. Sally watched the maddening sight along with Brenda, unable to get at her own pussy. Brenda said, "Sally, your daughter has the softest tongue. You simply must try this for yourself. She's a great pussy licker."

Hal undressed while this was going on, then stood over the scene stroking his eight-inch erection. Sally would occasionally glance to his throbbing cock, but watching Jessica lick pussy fascinated her most of all. Brenda struggled to sit up and lean over Sally's lap, keeping her pussy within access to Jessica's lips and tongue. She pulled Jessica's knees up tightly to her mother's right thigh, raising the girl's ass, then spreading her knees wide. This opened the girl's sex to her mother's eyes and Brenda opened the spread wider by pulling the girl's ass cheeks apart.

With her painted-nail fingers, she toyed with the tight-lipped cunny and teased the little nub of a clit. Brenda took Sally's right hand and brought the fingers into play. She eased off as Sally took over. Brenda watched Sally's fingers exploring her daughter's cunt as Hal's fingers had done minutes before. The slender fingers slid into both holes and teased the tiny clit. Brenda sat back as Sally brought both hands into play.

Hal knelt on the sofa and got between Jessica's legs, stroking his cock at her pussy. Sally fixed her eyes on the cock with lusty apprehension. Brenda said, "Take her cherry with your finger. That will be easier on her than if his big cock has to rip through. She'll just feel a pinch."

Sally inserted her stiff middle finger, felt the resistant membrane, then gave a quick push. Jessica gave a lurch and a short squeal, but quickly relaxed as her mother's finger sawed gently in strokes that went in fully to the palm. Sally slid the finger in and out several times, then squeezed in a second finger to stretch her daughter's hole. When she was satisfied that her daughter's pussy was ready to receive her first cock, Sally removed her fingers and placed her hand on Hal's cock. Her fist closed over the shaft and she gave several massaging pumps. She looked to Hal's eyes and said, "Are you ready to fuck my little virgin?"

"I'm more than ready."

"Will you pull out in time? She's already had her first period."

"No, Sally. I want her pregnant."

Sally's face fell and she looked to Brenda for support. Brenda turned and reclined with her head resting on the sofa arm, threw her legs out wide, resting her right leg on Sally's shoulder. She fanned her pussy lips open to present Sally with a provocative view of her daughter's full-face cunt lapping, and said, "She'll look adorable with big milk-filled titties and a big round belly. You'll get to watch her balloon up. When the baby comes, you can nurse along with the baby at your daughter's big milky tits. Don't deny yourself the pleasure of having a pregnant daughter licking your cunt, or of training a baby to nurse on your clit."

The shock registered on Sally's face, but so did the passion the images conjured. Sally turned her attentions back to Hal's cock, as she guided the head to her daughter's slit. She used the fingers of her left hand to spread the tight lips, then ran the head of Hal's cock in the open slit while pumping the shaft. Her eyes lifted to his to say, "If you want her pregnant, I have no choice. I can monitor her monthly cycle and bring her to you when I know she's fertile. Is that what you want me to do?"

"That's exactly what I want you to do."

Sally leaned to her left and brushed Jessica's hair aside. Jessica turned her head to look up at her mother. Sally said, "Honey, don't stop licking her pussy." Jessica rested her right cheek on Brenda's left inner thigh and licked at the slit with her tongue bending down. Sally's fingers slid off her daughter's cheek and replaced Brenda's right hand in pulling the right cunt lip out. The girl's tongue licked her mother's fingers and the pussy as Sally said, "Lick her pussy hole good, sweetheart. That's it, sweetie. Lick deep and lick her clitty hard. Yes, baby, like that."

Sally kept the cock poised at the entrance of Jessica's pussy while blindly pumping Hal's shaft. He was in no hurry and was enjoying Sally's involvement in Brenda's cunt lapping. Sally said, "Honey, when did your last period stop. Can you remember the day?"

Jessica said between licks, "Last Thursday, I think."

Sally sat up but kept her left hand in Brenda's snatch. She looked to Hal and said, "I thought so. She won't take this time, but next Thursday, we should meet every day for a week."

"We'll do that, but it won't always be with me. I'm a busy man, Sally. I'll tell you who to take her to for breeding each day."

"Very well, but I thought you'd want the honors."

"I just want her pregnant. If a dog could get her pregnant, I'd have you breed her with a dog."

This statement made Sally pull the cock. Hal went with the pull and lodged the head inside Jessica's pussy. Sally stretched the skin back to aid the entry, then watched inch after inch slowly gain entry. She kept her fist wrapped tightly around the base of his cock, even when her fist began pounding Jessica's cunt. Gradually, she lifted fingers so more cock could enter, then removed her hand completely to allow full penetration. She reached behind Hal's leg and massaged his swinging balls as he fucked her daughter.

Sally watched the fuck for several minutes, then turned her attention to Jessica's cunt licking. Brenda drew both legs back and held herself open by grasping her legs under the knees. Sally leaned down and laid her head on Brenda's right inner thigh, cheek to cheek with Jessica. Her left hand came down from the top and her right hand came up from the bottom. Both hands spread Brenda's cunt open so both tongues had room to work over the pink parts. Before long, their lips were joined at the corners and their two tongues worked as one.

Jessica jerked and groaned with each deep thrust of Hal's cock. Sally moaned in sympathy as she fought to keep their two tongues touching. Together they entered Brenda's cunt hole, and together they batted her clit back and forth. Together, they made Brenda cum; and together, they licked at her weeping cunt hole. After thoroughly cleaning Brenda's pussy, Sally sat up and focused on the screwing. She leaned in and licked at Hal's sliding cock, and managed licks at Jessica's thin-stretched cunt lips and asshole. She was licking Jessica's cunt lips when Hal came, then licked at the sperm oozing out.

When Hal pulled out, Sally grabbed Jessica by the hips and pulled her crotch to her mouth. Jessica slid fully onto her mother's lap on her back. Her legs were spread out in the splits, as she watched her mother devour her messy pussy.

Brenda got up to stand beside Hal. They looked down on the scene as Sally sucked and licked feverishly with uninhibited abandon, purposefully putting on a show for their amusement. At one point she stopped, rested her chin in the hole, smiled, and said, "Oh, Hal, you fucked my daughter's pussy so good. She's going to make you a good little whore. I'll see to that."

"I'm sure you will, but now we need to take care of you for being such a good mommy. Why don't you let her down so she can pay homage to the pussy that brought her into the world."

Sally grinned and let Jessica down. Jessica crawled between her mother's widely parted legs and immediately began paying homage. Sally never enjoyed motherhood more.

Many mothers followed Sally's example. Some went easier, and some fought to stay detached, but all eventually smiled and spread their legs for their daughters to pay homage. Some were very resistant, none more so than Eve Barker, the mother of a sophomore girl that Hal fancied.

Cathy Barker was as sweet and innocent as a fifteen-year-old could be. She looked younger by two years, but she had a wholesome beauty unmatched in girls her age. Charm, grace, and poise all converged in this chestnut-haired beauty to make a vision no pervert could resist. She was female personified and purity exemplified. She was never out of line, and her grades were the very best in her Sophomore class. Hal had to have her.

When he discovered that both Barker parents worked in the Greyson plant and had a big mortgage, he knew he could have her. He went the direct route and called Eve Barker to his office to watch Cathy receive a strapping on her naked body for something she didn't do. Eve was outraged and defiant until she realized that Hal could pull the plug on both their jobs, leaving them facing bankruptcy and the loss of their home. She sobbed all through Cathy's humiliating ordeal, and turned away when Hal stepped up to Cathy's bound and beaten ass to rape her. While Hal fucked her virgin pussy, two male accomplices received blow jobs at the other end.

Eve was forced to watch the finale as Hal stepped to Cathy's front and presented his soiled cock and balls for cleaning with her tongue. Eve watched from two feet away as her daughter, kneeling on a chair and lying over the chair back with her hands bound behind her back, her head lifted by her hair clutched in Hal's fist, lapped and licked the entire area of Hal's groin, almost appearing enthusiastic in her desire to please him.

Cathy pulled against the upward pressure of Hal's hand in her hair to get her head low so as to lick beneath his balls, stretching her tongue as far back toward his asshole as she could. Hal raised his nearest leg and rested the foot on the edge of Eve's chair. He pulled his scrotum aside to give Eve a better view. Hal released his grip on Cathy's hair and moved her hair to the far side of her head. Eve watched Cathy's tongue lave the entire area of Hal's crotch, and repeatedly suck the limp cock fully into her mouth.

Cathy returned more and more to sucking on his cock as Eve noticed the organ slowly filling with blood and rising. When she had him fully erect, she kept her mouth sucking hard and deep on his cock. She fucked her mouth on his rod with hollowed cheeks, sucking for all she was worth. Eve could clearly see that Cathy was trying to make him ejaculate in her mouth.

Hal never said a word after telling her to clean his cock. Cathy took it upon herself to suck him off. This fact was not lost on Eve, and she stopped feeling sorry for her raped and beaten daughter. She stopped looking away, and watched openly. She stopped crying, and even cracked a smile once when her eyes met Hal's and he was obviously nearing his climax. When he came, Cathy sucked harder.

Eve watched her daughter's throat muscles working to swallow every jet as it arrived. Even after the last drop entered her mouth, Cathy sucked and swallowed hard. As the rapidly deflating cock shrank in her mouth, Cathy nursed it down. She didn't release his cock until Hal moved away and his stretched cock came out with a sucking pop.

Hal set a date for Eve to show up at his home with all three of her kids. She had a boy of thirteen, Jimmy, and a girl of nine, Joann. With her head bowed in surrender, she nodded her acceptance. Eve was not only cooperative, but punctual.

Eve stood at the door with her three kids. They wore their Sunday best. Brenda noticed that Eve took great pains in applying her makeup and she'd been to a beauty salon. She looked stunningly attractive, but not nearly so as Cathy. Cathy hadn't been to the beauty salon, but she didn't need professional help to look stunning. She didn't need makeup, but she wore lipstick and eye shadow. Brenda welcomed them in.

Hal immediately went for little Joann and carried her to his chair. The boy took a seat beside Cathy on the sofa. Both looked nervous and apprehensive. Brenda took Eve on a tour of the apartment, but Eve did not want a tour and never relaxed. She was as stiff and cold returning as when they left, so Brenda had to adjust her schedule and try a different tack.

Hal had just removed Joann's clothes and was settling her on his lap. He pulled her back and parted her legs. Jimmy sat forward to stare at his sister's pussy. Eve started to berate him, but Brenda silenced her with a firm hand over her mouth. She quietly said, "You watch everything, but do nothing. Do you understand?" Eve nodded with the hand still covering her mouth.

Brenda took Eve by the hand leading her to the sofa. She set Eve between Jimmy and Cathy with Jimmy on her left and Cathy on her right. She then stood before them and stripped naked. Jimmy's big eyes never left her body for a second.

Once naked, she pulled Cathy to her feet and began stripping her. Cathy offered no resistance, but was deeply shamed by being stripped in front of her brother. Her bother added to her shame by staring openly at her tits and pussy as they came into view. When Cathy was naked, Brenda moved her to stand before Jimmy, kicked her left foot out wide, then reached from behind with both hands to shockingly expose Cathy's pussy to her brother's hungry eyes. Eve's eyes got a good look as well, but Eve controlled her expression and didn't lean forward. Cathy groaned out her shame as her brother feasted his eyes on her most secret places. After a few minutes, Brenda returned her to her seat beside her mother.

She then drew Jimmy to his feet. She stripped him and exposed his five-inch erection, then knelt and sucked him while he stood in profile to his mother and sister. Jimmy proudly displayed his cock, arching his back with his hands on his hips, watching the sexy woman sucking on his dick. One minute more, and he would have poured out his youthful spend, but Brenda wanted him horny and she stopped. She returned him to his seat and offered her hand to Eve.

Eve's eyes went wide. She pleaded, "Please don't! Not me. Not in front of my children, I beg you." Brenda offered her hand more forcefully, then took Eve by the wrist and hauled her to her feet. Eve cried as Brenda stripped her. She trembled as Brenda displayed her pussy to her son, and she begged as Brenda finger-fucked her pussy. When Brenda dropped to her knees and pushed her feet far apart, Eve pleaded, "Please don't do this to me."

Brenda had Eve standing with her back to Hal and Joann, just one foot from Hal's knees. Both Hal and Joann were naked. Hal was already giving Joann's pussy a good going over with his fingers, which had been a constant distraction to Eve, especially with his familiar hard cock standing tall between Joann's legs. The exciting contrast of an immature vagina behind a mature and throbbing cock was irresistible to Eve's eyes.

Brenda told Jimmy to fetch a barstool from the kitchen. He returned with the thirty-inch tall padded stool and placed it behind his mother as Brenda directed. Though Eve kept begging, she went with Jimmy's pulling hands as he aided her in settling back on the stool with the small of her back centered on the stool. When her shoulders found support, they were resting on Hal's chair between his parted thighs. When her head fell back, she was looking right up the shaft of Hal's cock with Joann's pussy just behind.

Brenda brought three chairs over and set them before the stool at Eve's business end. Eve fell silent and allowed her legs to be widely parted as Jimmy and Cathy were invited to sit on either side of Brenda. Eve felt like she were undergoing a gynecological exam with three doctors.

Brenda had each kid take one of Eve's knees and instructed them to keep the knee pushed out and back. This they did and their mother's cunt blossomed open before their eyes. Brenda applied her delicate fingers to a teasing trace of every detail of the mature vagina, then poked and pulled the fleshy parts before pulling the lips wide and exploring the hole. Under Brenda's encouragement, both kids joined the exploration. The three soon had that pussy crying.

At the other end, Hal moved Joann down his thighs. She ended up in the splits right over her mother's mouth with Hal's cock in her cunt-groove between mouth and pussy. Joann's weight pressed Hal's cock to her mother's lips, in fact, and the maddening play going on between her legs brought Eve's tongue slithering out. She could just reach around the cock to get to the pussy, and she attacked her daughter's pussy from both sides alternating from one side to the other.

Hal let her lick pussy this way for a minute then lifted Joann so his cock would spring forward out of the way. He quickly set her down over her mother's face as his cock was now standing up against the girl's back. Eve attacked the pussy with a hungry vengeance as three tongues attacked hers in turn.

Brenda set the example for pussy eating and had Eve's hands searching blindly in her crotch to determine who was licking and sucking her pussy so well. Cathy was next and when Eve felt Cathy's face in her beaver she groaned out her pleasure while offering her a wide open cunt to lick. Jimmy's face was welcomed likewise and she lovingly caressed his cheeks, feeling for the tongue-to-cunt point of contact with her fingers. With Eve's pussy in good hands, or mouths, Brenda got up and came to sit on the arm of Hal's chair looking down on Eve sucking her nine-year-old's pussy. Brenda said, "This is going well, don't you think?"

"Better than expected."

Brenda dropped to her knees and leaned her face in close to Eve's, saying, "Good pussy, huh?"

"Umm, yes!"

"Don't you think it needs fucking?"

"Yes. I want to watch Hal fuck her little pussy."

"Jimmy would like to fuck your pussy."

"Oh, yes."

"You like begging. Beg him to fuck your horny pussy."

"Now?"

"Yes, right now."

"Jimmy! Jimmy, please fuck Mommy's pussy. Fuck me, Jimmy. I want your cock in my pussy, Son." Moments later, she cried, "Oh, Brenda, he's doing it. He's putting his cock in my pussy. My son is fucking me!"

Hal, meanwhile, had lifted Joann high on his abdomen so that his cock could enter her pussy. He got three inches in before Eve noticed, but when she saw this, her hands shot up and grabbed Joann by the hips and pulled. Hal had to pull against Eve so as not to hurt Joann and give her stretching pussy time to adjust to each inch. Eve's strong pull forced Hal's cock through the hymen, causing the girl to cry out. That didn't stop Eve from continuing to pull and Hal let the woman hurt her daughter, but not harm her. After five minutes, Hal was in to the balls and Eve was licking pussy again.

Brenda called Cathy over and had her mount her mother, straddling her mother's chest with her knees in Eve's armpits. The seat of Hal's chair became crowded. In this position, Cathy's beaver was hanging open at the base of Eve's neck. Eve didn't know this until Brenda pulled her head up and said, "Look, Eve, another cunt to suck. Now you can lean back and suck a cunt, or raise up and suck another."

Eve glued her mouth to Cathy's cunt and tongued her madly. Cathy held her cunt open for her mother's tongue while rubbing her own clit and watching Hal's cock fuck her sister's bleeding pussy. Brenda said, "Let's talk about Cathy, now. She'd make a good whore, don't you think?"

"Yes, a very good whore."

"Then you'll support us in bringing her into Richard Wright's stable of young whores at the high school."

"Yes, she told me all about them. I want her to be one."

"Will you let her ply her trade at home, allow men to fuck her in your home, anywhere in your home?"

"Yes, anywhere."

"Will you keep her in whore attire in and out of school, throw away her bras and panties, shorten all her skirts to crotch level and buy her see-through blouses?"

"Yes. I'll make certain her tits and pussy shows in everything she wears. Indoors, she'll stay naked."

"Then you'll help her get pregnant?"

"Yes, of course. I know about that too."

"Good, then enjoy your whore."

Brenda returned to Hal's side, threw an arm around his shoulder, and said, "Add another satisfied customer, and make room for another whore in the stable."

"There's always room for another whore in the stable."

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Bad Girls


Jan and Stephanie were best friends since grade school. Now in their mid-thirties, they kept the friendship alive by meeting once every Monday morning and talking for hours over coffee at Jan's house. Monday morning was the only time their schedules didn't clash. Stephanie worked days as a secretary; Jan worked evenings as a waitress. Stephanie was married with no kids; Jan was single with three girls: Heather 15, Mandy 13, Tammy 11.

They used to talk about anything and everything, but after Jan divorced her husband, and Stephanie's marriage went into the doldrums, sex was all they talked about. Since Jan was the one with a sex life and a variety of partners, the sessions were primarily a review of Jan's sexual adventures.

Stephanie became quite the vicarious slut. Both women had been conservative nice girls. Opening up their sexuality was a recent event. Jan liked talking about and reliving her escapades; Stephanie lived for them, sucking up the lewd stories like a Hoover Deluxe. The filthiest language freely rolled off their lips where once no dirty word dared to tread. Jan was three weeks into a new relationship with Hal Peterson, a man with potential as a sugar daddy. Monday, April 10th, promised to be a good session, and it went like this:

"Stephanie, you are going to love this. You will never guess who I got a call from and then a personal visit."

"You're right, so tell me, who?"

"Hal's last woman, a divorcee. She says straight out, 'I know you are seeing Hal. I don't know you, but I'll bet any money that you have a young teenage daughter, right?' I say, 'Three as a matter of fact. Why?' She goes, 'The mother lode. Look honey, he doesn't want you; he wants them.'"

"Hal wants kids?"

"Jan, Hal is a child molester.'"

"Woah! A child molester? So, that's how he wants them. What did you say?"

"Well, naturally, I wanted to hear more. She tells me that her thirteen-year-old daughter is about to deliver Hal's baby. Instantly, I pictured this child bursting at the seams. I wanted to see this for myself. I told her I didn't believe her and asked to talk with her and her daughter in person. She said she would be right over."

"Is Hal a child molester?"

"I'm sure he is. I suspected as much before she called. He hasn't done much, but then I've never left him alone with any of the girls. You should see how he watches them move about. He drools over little Tammy and you know Mandy. If she sees a man's lap, she has to squirm her little butt on it and show her panties at every opportunity. He made Heather nervous and uncomfortable, and it wasn't because he was her principal. That's what really tipped me off. That girl is suspicious of everything with a cock, but she was really on her guard with Hal. It was like she could sense his hunger and knew the danger.

"I was just about to give Hal the old heave-ho when this woman called. It wasn't because he salivated over my daughters. Hell, most men do that. He just wasn't my type. He's almost fifty, you know. He does have the most beautiful cock and the biggest balls I've ever seen. When he cums, he cums buckets. You know how I love sucking off a big cummer. With him, my jaws gave out long before he'd cum. He was driving me nuts."

"Hold it, so what could she possibly say that would make you change your mind?"

"I'll have to explain. It came out after she arrived. By the way, that girl of hers looked precious. I didn't blame Hal one bit. Hell, if I had a cock, I'd stick it in the bitch myself."

"I love it when you talk like that. You sound so... so... butch, so vulgar. Go on, tell me about her."

"She is cute, real cute, Stephanie. She is small for a thirteen-year-old, innocent looking like Heather, but petite like Mandy. She has titties as big as mine, though. I don't know how big they were before she got knocked up, but they were bursting with mother's milk and looked so sexy on her little body. She has long, wavy, brown hair and dark brown eyes, full pouting lips, and thin legs. I swear, she looked like a beach ball with legs and arms sticking out. She was so big, she could barely walk. She could not get up by herself if she sat down. I couldn't keep my eyes off her."

"What was her mother's story?"

"She was a talker and held nothing back. She moved here with him when he got the job as principal of the high school. Her kid was six months along back in September. He helped her get a job and a cheap place to live. They never did live together, and she soon found out that he had others on the side. Right before the kid is ready to drop her load, he breaks it off with her."

"What a bastard."

"Hold your judgment until all the evidence is in."

"I don't see how he could not qualify, but go ahead."

"I pretended not to believe her and got her to spill the whole story. She even took off the child's dress to drive home the impact of her pregnancy, as though that were necessary. I could have kissed the bitch for doing that. The little slut had nothing on underneath that dress and stood before me wearing only shoes and socks. Picture that, Stephanie."

"I am, I am."

"God, I wanted to finger that child's cunt and suck her big titties. Those hard nipples dripped milk in a steady drip, drip, drip. The drops landed on the upper swell of her belly, rolled out, then in toward the V of her crotch, and then down the insides of her thighs. The dribbles looked like cum leaking from her pussy. God, I swear, I would have liked to lick that girl from one end to the other, stopping frequently in the middle, right between her fucking legs."

"Jesus, Jan, you're not as straight as I thought. Would you really lick her pussy?"

"In a fucking heart beat."

"You amaze me, Jan. As long as we've known each other, I'm still learning things about you. Have you ever... you know... done it with another female?"

"What's this 'done it' shit? You mean, have I ever sucked cunt?"

Stephanie laughed nervously. "Yes, have you ever sucked a woman's pussy?"

"No, but I think about it. Besides, I would have told you if I had. You know I'm not shy with you. Come on, Stephanie, don't sit there and tell me you've never thought about it. Every woman thinks about it."

Stephanie blushed, but said, "Well, I suppose, on occasion."

"Did you ever think about sucking mine?"

"Jan! Now you are embarrassing me. Can we get back to the story, please? So, what was her story?"

"Answer the question first."

"Oh, all right. I do, sometimes. It's only natural. I'm not queer for you or anything. I mean, you are a beautiful, clean, and sexy woman. You are my best friend. We share everything. Sometimes, I think about it. Big deal."

"So, when you dream about it, is it me licking you, or do you dream about licking my pussy?"

"Oh God! I was afraid this would happen. You are making this sound so dirty"

"I want to know, Stephanie. I think it's great. I mean what girl wouldn't want a best friend that dreams of sucking her cunt. Is that it? It's you licking me, isn't it?"

Stephanie covered her face with her hands and nodded with a groan. Jan teased on, "Do you think about running your tongue up my slit or sticking it in my pussy hole, sucking on my clit?" This time her nod came without the groan. "Do you make me cum and then lap up my juices? Do you lap at my fuck hole, Stephanie?"

Stephanie's eyes appeared through the fingers. She nodded her head sheepishly. Jan playfully taunted, "Do you want to lick my pussy right after a fuck? Will you suck up all that fresh sperm and pussy juice all mixed together? Would you eat the fuck out of me?"

Stephanie's hands came away and she fired back, "Jan, stop! You are intentionally trying to embarrass and make fun of me."

"I want to know, Stephanie. I'm not trying to embarrass you. I want you to be as open and honest with me as I have been with you. This relationship has been one-sided for too long. I give; you take. Tell me, and tell me the truth. Do you?"

"Yes! All right? I said it."

Jan sat back with a smug smile and said, "So, Stephanie, how long have you hungered for my twat?"

"Jan, Stop that!"

"How long?"

"Years, all right? Since high school."

"Since high school! Now, I am pissed. You've been craving my cunt since high school and I'm just now finding out about it."

"It's not like that. It was just a fantasy, that's all. You said you did it too. This is the first I've heard about it."

"Yes, but I don't crave your pussy or any pussy. Once in a while a pussy comes to mind, but it never has a face. I never thought about sucking your pussy. If I had those desires, I would simply ask you to spread your beaver for me and let me lick it. I know you would have let me and thanked me afterward. Frankly, I'm pissed because you never asked. Do you realize how many orgasms you cheated me out of? Probably thousands. I'm pissed, Stephanie."

"Jan, I'm sorry. You really are pissed, aren't you?"

"You're damn right I am."

Jan stood and began unbuttoning her blouse. Stephanie eyed her suspiciously and said, "Jan, what are you doing?" Jan ignored her, tossed the blouse aside, removed her bra, shimmied out of her shorts, and hooked her thumbs in the panties. "Jan, what are you up to?" The panties went smoothly down her trim legs.

Jan kicked free of shorts and panties, then took her seat facing Stephanie with her legs laid out casually. Stephanie's eyes went right for her friend's snatch and watched Jan's index finger tease at the fleshy crack, rubbing over the stiff, pink clit. Jan said, "Don't even think about licking it, Stephanie. Look all you want. Feast your eyes on the cunt you dream about. Picture your tongue where my finger is, gliding over my warm, moist pussy folds. Imagine this clit in your mouth."

The effect on Stephanie was obvious. She looked like a dog watching a kid eating a melting ice cream cone. Her eyes never wandered. She sat in a trance, her face flushed with desire. Jan teased, "I have a good mind to make you beg for it every time. I still might not let you. I just want to hear you beg."

As though the pussy itself were calling to her, Stephanie sank to her knees and inched closer, moving between her friend's widening legs. Jan moved her ass to the seat's edge and threw her right leg onto the table. Her left heel hooked a rung of the chair. She presented as wide a spread as possible as Stephanie's face got closer and closer. Jan used the fingers of both hands to spread her lips open as Stephanie's face hovered over the open, wet maw. When it appeared contact was imminent, Jan said, "If you touch my cunt, I'll slap your fucking face, Stephanie." Stephanie froze and turned puppy eyes up Jan's naked torso.

Jan smiled and said, "I see you like the way my cunt smells." She fucked herself with her index finger then smeared it under Stephanie's nose, wiping some on her lips. Stephanie breathed in deeply, licked her upper lip, and expelled a long moan of pleasure. "Do I taste as good as I do in your dreams?"

"Oh, yes! Please, let me eat your pussy, Jan. Let me make it up to you. I want to suck your pussy for you. Please! Please!"

Jan rummaged in her pussy, soaking her fingers. She brought one finger to Stephanie's lips. Stephanie opened her mouth to receive it. Jan put her finger deep in her friend's mouth and teased, "Here, you can suck on my fingers." Stephanie sucked each finger in turn and licked Jan's entire hand. Jan wet the other and then offered it. After it, too, was clean, Jan said, "Take off your clothes, Stephanie. I just realized, I've never seen you totally naked. Take everything off: shoes, socks, jewelry, even your wedding ring."

Stephanie slowly rose to her feet, looked hard at her friend with passion-glazed eyes, then began by removing her wedding ring. Item by item dropped from her modest body, revealing her demure feminine charms with a great deal of shame and embarrassment. Stephanie was the most modest girl Jan had ever known. Rarely did she show much skin. After a long winter, all traces of the tan lines from her severely modest one-piece suit had disappeared, leaving her body an almost translucent white. Thin blue veins were evident on her firm B cup titties. When the panties came off, Jan detected bare pubic lips. "So, you shave your cunt lips?"

Now totally naked and blushing, Stephanie said, "Yes. Frank likes it that way."

"Why am I just now finding out. Come here. Step closer." Stephanie stepped up between Jan's knees. "Lift your right leg up, straight up in the air. I know how limber you are, Stephanie. Get that foot up over your head." Stephanie groaned, but reached to the table top for support and did as Jan ordered. Her cunt opened obscenely for Jan's visual inspection. Jan leaned in close and traced the outline with a stiff index finger bringing on more groans from her friend. Without warning, the finger went right up Stephanie's hole as far as it would go.

Stephanie groaned out, "Oh, Jan, don't."

Jan fucked the finger in and out, then added a second, then a third. "What, don't finger fuck your horny cunt. Why not?"

Stephanie couldn't answer. She held steady under the lewd abuse. After a moment, she said, "I'm so sorry, Jan. Please don't be angry with me. I'll make it up to you, I swear."

Jan took the fingers away and sat back smugly. Stephanie made a move as if to return to a normal stance. Jan halted her, saying, "Stay there. Now, play with yourself like you do when you dream about my pussy."

"Oh, please, Jan. I can't. Not like this, anyway."

"I'll hold your leg and support you. Use both hands." Jan sat up and reached up to Stephanie's ankle. Stephanie slowly brought her hands into her crotch and began masturbating. Before long, she was going at herself hot and heavy, rubbing hard on her clit and fucking two fingers up her receptive hole. Just as an orgasm seemed close, Jan let the leg go. Stephanie stumbled back, trying to prevent a nasty fall, ending her pussy play at the most frustrating moment. She stood looking at Jan in dismay. Humiliation resurfaced.

Jan said, "Get on your knees and start making up to my pussy. You better be good, that's all I have to say." Stephanie eagerly went to her knees and began by planting light, loving kisses all over the plane of Jan's sex, using both hands to lovingly stroke the inner thighs. Jan reclined, watching the worshipful way in which Stephanie loved her pussy.

Stephanie was in no hurry and wanted to savor every moment. Her tongue gently explored every niche. Her lips caressed the clit. She took long laps up the crack starting from below the anus and going up over the clit. Frequently, her stiff tongue tip teased at the openings of asshole or pussy.

Stephanie's technique was slow and delightful, just the way Jan liked it. She steeled herself for a long session, trying to mask her growing lust, trying to suppress her passion. Jan adored looking at her friend's pretty face as it loved on her intimate anatomy. It appeared as though Stephanie wanted to merge her face with the pussy. Every inch of her lovely face glistened with pussy juice as she turned, twisted, and maneuvered in place. Coating every inch seemed to be her purpose. Jan found it highly erotic, but also amusing.

At one point, Jan said, "You missed a spot on your forehead." In response, Stephanie placed her forehead in the open gash and rubbed all around. She slid forward until her neck rested in the wet trench of Jan's cunt. She coated her neck, them moved further up until her right tit slid in the groove. She took her tit and pinched the mound into distention, guiding the nipple through the moist folds, rubbing it over the clit, then trying to stuff the tit in her friend's hole. Jan giggled, saying, "A tittie fuck. That's a new one on me. Too bad you don't have longer nipples or long skinny tits, huh Stephanie?"

"Oh, yes. I'd love it if I could cram my tit all the way up you."

"I'd love it, too, I'm sure. Do the other one." Stephanie promptly complied. She then returned to licking lazily through the long slit, pausing to suck clit or probe a hole. This would be a very long session, but neither women seemed in any hurry.

Jan settled in and said, "As I was saying before you stuck your head up my cunt, the bitch spilled it all. Turns out, she knew he was after the kid. She said she thought he was a bum fuck at first. Then, he starts asking her questions about Tiffany. That's the girl's name. Perfect huh? Anyway, as soon as she starts answering, he gets rock hard. So she keeps on talking about the kid, and he gets more and more excited. Turns out, he's a great fuck, the best, she says. The only thing is, you have to indulge his fantasy.

"Shit, I discovered that much the first time we screwed. All he talked about was Mandy's ass, or Heather's tits, or Tammy's panties. I played along and fed his fantasies."

Stephanie paused to ask, "She thought he was just fantasizing, huh?"

"Yeah, lots of guys fantasize shit like that. I can see why she'd go along. Hell, I've said all kinds of shit to get a guy hot once I found out what wound his motor. Hell, I've told lots of guys that you and I suck each other's cunts. I told one guy that I fuck the neighborhood mutts. Drove him crazy. I got a good fuck out of it, though. I told you all about that. Remember Jessie?"

"How could I forget? I loved what you told him. I dreamed about that, too."

"What, you fucking the dogs or me?"

"You. At the time, I couldn't see myself doing that."

"But you have no trouble seeing me serving as a bitch to a bunch of mutts, is that it?"

"Jan, I can imagine you doing anything. If it makes you feel any better, I now see myself serving as a dog's bitch. I really get off on it."

"Well, I can't blame you. So do I. You keep licking my twat like that and you can say anything. Damn that feels good! I hope you realize that from now on, your face will be in my cunt from the time you arrive until the time you leave."

"I certainly hope so. Tell, me, did you think it was all fantasy?"

"At first, I did, but he tipped his hand early on. He was subtle, but I saw through it. I knew the first time I turned my back, he'd be trying to mount my babies."

"What tipped you off?"

"Well, one night, while we are slow fucking, you know, just lying on our sides, talking while our genitals carried on their own conversation."

"He's in you, right?"

"Yeah, but not deep. It's just sawing lazily in and out by an inch or two. We do that a lot after a hard fuck. It's real warm and gooey. I love it. Anyway, he says, 'Jan, if you were ever to walk into a room and catch a man, a friend, fucking one of your daughters, what would you do?'

"I knew right away the friend was him. I say, 'That depends on a lot of factors.' He says, 'So you wouldn't automatically go running for the cops?' I said, 'Oh, hell no. I might, if he were raping her and hurting her real bad, but just plain old rape, no way.' He goes, 'How about if she were tied up and pleading with him to stop?' I said, 'Isn't that plain old rape?' You should have seen his smile. He pulled my ass close and gave me a few good, deep strokes to let me know he liked my answer."

"What were you trying to do, open the door to him raping one of the girls?"

"At the time, I simply saw this as a hint, telling me what his fantasy turnon was. He had too much to lose by raping young girls. I mean, he was the principal, for god's sake. Honey, when I get horny, I think all kinds of nasty shit. Anyway, he wants more specifics. He said, 'Suppose there was no force, and the girl appeared to be enjoying herself.' I say, 'That depends, too. It depends on which girl. Heather is one thing, Tammy is another.' Just in case he were serious, I wanted to steer him toward Heather. I told him that if he were fucking Heather, and using a condom, I'd probably hold her legs apart for him even if she didn't like it. When I told him that, I got another royal fucking"

"Would you actually let him fuck Heather?"

"Wouldn't you? The girl needs fucking. She's such a fucking prude, and she's so damned cute and fuckable. Right now, she's just a waste of good pussy."

They both had a good laugh over this. After the laughs died down, Jan said, "Look, since this is going to take a while, I think we should get more comfortable. My ass is killing me on this hard chair."

"This floor doesn't feel so good on my knees, either."

"Let's go to the recliner. You can kneel on a cushion and I can hang my legs over the armrests."

They made the move, got repositioned, and Stephanie went right back to work. Jan said, "Jesus, but you suck a mean pussy, girl."

"Jan, I love doing this for you. It's better than I ever dreamed."

"I love seeing your head between my legs, that's for sure. My pussy and your face are a perfect match. Say, did you ever dream of Heather's snatch. I see the way you watch her. You look at her the way men do. Hungry."

Stephanie giggled. "It showed, huh? Yes, to be honest, I do, quite often. She is so fucking adorable, Jan. If there is a more perfect teenage body, I have never seen it. The trouble is, she has no idea how fucking delicious she looks. If she were two years older, she'd give Cindy Greyson a run for her money."

"Tell me about it. Shit, I'd lick that twat myself."

"Seriously, your own daughter?"

"No, Cindy Greyson. Heather too, come to think of it. I do think about it. I didn't think it could ever happen in a million years, so why not? I also think about her getting fucked by one of my lovers while I have her tied up. Shit, I've even fantasized her being screwed by a pack of dogs. Picture that."

"I've had the exact same fantasy. I can picture it. I just wish I knew what she looked like naked. Tell me, Jan. Have you seen her tits and cunt?"

"Are you kidding. Miss Modesty. I don't think a living soul has seen one pubic hair or one centimeter of tittie flesh. I'm like you; I need a peek just to help fill out my fantasies. Don't think I haven't tried. She knows I'm trying. I often wonder what she thinks about that. She probably thinks I'm queer for her. I know she thinks you are. Several times, she has asked me why you look at her the way you do."

"What did you tell her?"

"I told her the truth. I told her you had the hots for her."

"Jan! You didn't."

"I certainly did. She believes me, too. Wait till I tell her what a good cunt lapper you are. Maybe she'll loosen up."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"See if I don't. Things are going to be a lot different around here from now on. Sex will be out in the open. She'll see more shocking things than hearing about her mother's cunt-crazy friend."

"I don't get it. Aren't you going to run Hal off?"

"Hell no! Not now. Now that I know how to get a super fuck out of him. Stephanie, the woman says he is the ultimate. I believe her, too. He does have the most wonderful cock, and he is already the best I've ever had. His cock looks like the cock they used to make the mold for those perfect rubber dicks: not too big, not too small, lots of bulging viens, a flaring crown, thick at the base, and those fucking balls. God damn, I love big balls. His balls fill a soup bowl and his wad could just about overflow a teacup. I'm exaggerating, of course, but no man ever came like he did. You can feel it squirt hot jets deep in your cunt, Stephanie."

"Aren't you forgetting about the girls?"

"No, I'm not forgetting."

"Jan, if you turn your back on this guy, he'll be all over them."

"He will, and my back won't be turned, I can assure you."

"Come on, Jan. You can't mean what you're saying. You'd let this pervert have sex with the girls just to get a good fuck for yourself."

"That's part of it, but only a small part. Stephanie, you may not believe this. I can hardly believe this. The fact is, I want him to knock those girls up--all three of them."

Stephanie stopped and looked up. "Jan, you look serious. What's gotten into you? Why?"

"Go back to your sucking, and I'll explain." Stephanie returned.

"The idea popped into my head at some point while the woman told me of her plight, how it evolved, and how she was made to accept the situation. The man is a master manipulator. He is doing the same procedure on me as he did on her. I could see where it might work if I were as desperate for a man as she was, or hung up on the guy. The way he seduced the daughter at the same time he conditioned the mother, well, it was masterful. Would you believe he had the mother accepting his having unprotected sex with the girl anytime he wanted it? Would you believe he brought his friends over and shared the kid with them while she looked on? Would you believe he's still porking the kid, even after he started seeing me? Would you believe that shortly after he nailed the kid, he stopped fucking the woman, and she still went along? Stephanie, that shit turns me the fuck on like nothing else ever has. I wanted to be in her shoes."

Stephanie had obviously been affected. Her mouthings were fevered. She attacked Jan's clit with a sucking vengeance, bringing on a powerful orgasm. After the convulsions passed, Stephanie lifted her head and said, "God damn! That turns me on, too. Oh, please do it, Jan. I know they aren't my kids, and I really have no stake in this, but I would love seeing this happen. I would love seeing those girls get knocked up by your perverted lover. Maybe I'd get to watch. Maybe he'd get off on watching me and Heather together. If I could watch men fuck her, I'd do it, too. I would be willing to do anything in front of anybody if I could get at her pussy once in a while."

"I know. And, you will. I can see to it. We'll have such fun, Stephanie. I have been agonizing over this ever since I saw that woman. When your face went toward my pussy with that hungry look, I made my decision. With your support, I know I can follow through. I want you to push me along. Keep me going. Don't let me falter, okay?"

"Oh, you needn't sweat that." Stephanie leaned forward and sucked on Jan's titties while entering her cunt with two fingers. Jan simply languished under the attentions, holding back her response. When Stephanie kissed her way back to her pussy and began lapping at the flowing juices, Jan said, "I hope it doesn't bother you that I don't return the favor. I'd like to, but this feeds into a fantasy I have about having a cunt slave. I like being serviced."

Stephanie raised her slime-coated face, smiled, and said, "In most of my fantasies, that's exactly how it goes. You simply lie there and give me access. It's almost as though you tolerate my need to worship between your legs. If you want to play it that way, it's fine by me. I'll be your cunt slave, but I want Heather for my cunt slave."

"Perfect, because that's how it will be from now on. Heather is yours whenever you want her, but you have to seduce her. You're mine, but I won't lift a finger to cooperate with you. I won't stop you either. You'll have to come and get it and do all the work. I may even moan and groan like I am disgusted by the things you want to do to me. I might even call you filthy names in front of the girls. You take no mind, just go after what you want."

"Oh, yes. That will be wonderful. Tell me more about your meeting with this woman."

Stephanie returned to her oral ministrations. Jan said, "Well, I got hot and horny listening to her phony tale of woe. I asked the naked daughter to walk around and pose for me while listening. Tiffany did what I told her to do. Her mom was getting upset and distracted by the poses I put Tiffany in, and by the obvious look of lust on my face. At one point, when I tried to get the girl to turn her back to me with her feet out wide and bend from the waist, the mother said, 'I can see I'm wasting my time with you, Miss Howard. Obviously Hal found a woman who fits his bill perfectly. Come, Tiffany, get your dress and let's go.'

"When Tiffany tried to pick up her discarded dress, I put my foot on it. I said, 'If you want to go now, take her the way she is.' This woman is smaller than me. She knew I could take her. She sat, shooting me dirty looks. I took Tiffany by the hand and brought her up to stand between my knees facing her mother who was sitting close by across the corner of the table. I boldly ran my hands over the girl's flanks, down to her hips, and down between her legs. The child giggled as my fingers toyed with her pussy. She made no move to resist. I fingered her tight hole and rubbed her clit. While her mother watched me in silence, I felt the girl up from her knees to her shoulders.

"When I squeezed a tit, a thin stream of milk shot out. She giggled because it almost hit her mother. I couldn't resist doing it again, only this time, I aimed. The stream hit her mother square in the face. I shot another and another, firing from both tits, wetting her mother's face until it dripped onto her blouse in many rivulets. She sat stoically, red-faced, fuming while I humiliated her. The kid seemed to love it. I kept one hand on a tit while returning to finger her pussy.

"I said, 'So, Tiffany, how do you feel about your mother getting you pregnant?' The mother started to say, 'I did not get her pregnant, ' but I hit her with a squirt right in the mouth before she could finish. Tiffany giggled and said, 'Well, I didn't want to get pregnant, but there's nothing I can do about it now.' I asked, 'What do your friends think about this?' She said, 'They're freaked out. I'm the only girl in the seventh grade who is pregnant. Most girls have never done anything. Some of my old girl friends can't even talk to me anymore.'

"I said, 'Surely they want to know who the father is. I'm sure the school nurse asked.' She said, 'Lots of people asked, even the cops. I have to tell them I don't know. Mom said they'd put Hal in jail if I told.' I told her, 'Yes, and your mother, too. So, you let everyone think you screwed so many guys that you can't possibly know. Is that it?' She says, 'Yeah, they all think I'm just a whore. Mom even told the school people that I screw anybody. She had to.' I said, 'She had to, to cover her own crime. Do you really think she cares about Hal having to go to jail? She could care less about him now. It's her ass she's trying to protect. You see that, don't you? Mommy wants you to look like a whore so her story floats. Now do you see?'"

Stephanie said, "God, what did she do when you said that?"

"She says, 'I know, but I don't want her to get into trouble. It's okay. The worst part is over. I'm used to the stares and all the talking going on behind my back.' I said, 'I'll bet the boys treat you differently now, don't they?' She said, 'Yeah, they think I'm an easy lay. Actually, I am. Mom says I have to let them so they'll believe the story we told.'

"I grinned knowingly at the woman. She cowered under my stare. I said, 'Does she make you fuck boys in her house?' She says, 'yes.' I go, 'And I'll bet Mommy gets to see lots of horny young cock prancing around the house as a consequence, doesn't she?' Tiffany blushed and giggled, 'Yeah, she even told me to dare guys to go naked in front of her. They like doing that, especially after they fuck me with her being home and all. Some guys like to fuck me in front of her.'

"I said, 'It looks like Mommy gets quite an eyeful, doesn't she?' She smiles and says, 'Yeah, I think she likes watching. She watched Hal all the time. She got to see his friends screw me too. I can do three men at once. She likes that best of all. I do one in my mouth, one in my pussy, and one in my butthole. I like that, too.'

"I smiled at the blushing woman and said, 'Sounds to me like you have it made. So, what happens to the baby?' She told me that she found a couple willing to pay two grand for the kid. It's all perfectly legal, an arranged adoption. She found them in the classifieds. She says they are all over the place, infertile couples wanting white babies. The fucking bitch was making out like a bandit. She got her jollies and two grand to boot. She also got out of having another mouth to feed. I saw right through her and said, 'So, do you plan to breed your daughter again. Would you like to borrow Hal as a stud? Is that why you're really here?'

"Her silence was as good as an admission. Tiffany eyed her curiously, then said, 'Mom, is that right? Are you going to make me get pregnant again?' Her mother looked sheepish, bowed her head, then raised it to say, 'Yes dear. Honey, we need the money. Hal was so good. You like Hal, don't you?' Tiffany says, 'Yes, but why do I have to have the baby? Isn't it your turn?'

"I looked to the woman and said, 'Tell her the truth.' She took a deep breath and said, 'All right, if you must know, it turns me on watching him fuck you. It also turns me on watching a baby grow inside you. I'm going to miss watching you waddle around the house with cum running down your legs.' She looks at me and goes, 'Are you happy, now?'"

"I'll bet you said you were shickled titless, right?"

"Close, I said, 'I'm happy. How about you, Tiffany? Are you happy?' She shrugged and said, 'Well, I suppose it's all right. I'm sorta used to it. I couldn't get a worse reputation, that's for sure. Okay, I'll do it.' She turned to look at me and said, 'Will you let Hal fuck me?'"

"Right, like you are the stud's keeper."

"They think I am, that's all that counts. I pulled the little girl onto my lap with her legs outside mine. I laid her back against my chest and had her place her feet on my thighs with her knees out wide. We presented her mother with a vulgar spread beaver. I looked to the mother and said, 'That all depends. If Mommy will get down on her knees and suck your pussy real good, I'll see what I can do."

"Jan, you're sick. Go on. Did she?"

"Just wait. I said, 'Has Mommy ever sucked your pussy, sweetheart?' She giggled and said she hadn't. I said, 'Considering all that this pussy has done for her, don't you think she should?' She looked right at her mother and sternly said, 'Yes, that's the least she should do.' I gave the woman an expectant look."

"Oh, fuck, she did, didn't she. She ate her own daughter."

"Not right away, but when she saw how serious I was, she finally shrugged and went to her knees. I watched by looking down the girl's body as her mother began licking up her wet cleft. Tiffany giggled while trying to peer over her big belly. The licking was stiff and mechanical at first, but she soon lost her inhibitions and began giving her daughter an enthusiastic tongue-fucking and clitty sucking. She had Tiffany rolling and moaning like a big ball of jelly. The girl tried pulling her legs back in order to see better. I aided her by reaching into my purse and drawing out my compact mirror. I gave it to her so she could see her mother's tongue at work in her cunt. The sight was fantastic, a mother sucking her pregnant daughter."

Stephanie raised up and breathlessly said, "That's fan-fucking-tastic! Can you see yourself doing that to your girls?"

"You bet I can, especially Heather. I will, too. If I'm going to go through with this, I may as well be bad to the bone. I am after that little girl's pussy as much as Hal is. I want to train that girl to lick me while I fuck. Can you imagine that, Stephanie?"

"Oh fuck, yes! Heather's pretty face covered in cum, her pink tongue sliding over a thick cock that's moving in and out of her Mommy's pussy, her tongue trying to wedge itself in alongside the prick."

Jan said, "Yes, and I'm straddling her head on all fours in a sixty-nine position, working a big dildo in her tight pussy, his wet balls drag over her face while he's fucking me."

Stephanie added, "When he comes, she licks his cock clean as he slowly withdraws. As soon as it clears your cunt, she fastens her mouth to your pussy hole and sucks like mad."

"Yes, and I get up on my knees so all the juices seep down into her sucking mouth. Guys from her school are lining up to fuck her. I grab her by the ankles and draw her open, saying, 'Come and get her, boys. Fuck her ass or fuck her pussy. Fuck both if you want, but just make sure it's pussy then ass in that order."

Stephanie laughed and said, "God, I love it. And all the while she's getting gang banged, you are grinding your cunt on her face, fucking her face, calling her every kind of slut there is. She loves it and eagerly licks at your moving cunt. She wants desperately to please her mommy."

During this exchange, Stephanie had been feverishly working several fingers in Jan's hot cunt. Jan came explosively in response to Stephanie's last statement. When she regained her composure, Stephanie was back at her dripping snatch, lapping up her spend.

Jan said, "She'd do it, too. Heather wants to please her mommy. She's such a goody-two-shoes mostly because she thinks that's what I want. I did, until yesterday. Now I want a cunt-sucking whore. I can see her doing all that and more just to please me, Stephanie."

"Yes, but how do you get her to that point."

"I can see myself sitting Heather down and laying it all out for her. You know, just coming right out and telling her to let Mr. Peterson fuck her without protection. Just flat out telling her to let him impregnate her so we can sell the baby for enough cash to keep me out of those fucking dives. She hates me working in those places. You know, I think that might be the way to go with her. I think it would be fun doing it that way. It will be the fast way, that's for sure."

"She'd shit kittens, and you know it."

"Yes, I know she would. She'd be mortified. The point is, she'd do what I want her to do without all that bullshit, pussy-footing around. What the fuck do I care what she thinks about it. She'll adjust. You know how young girls are. They are like putty. Shape them into a whore; you got a whore. I'll bet that Tiffany was every bit as sweet and innocent as Heather. Now look at her. She's a three-holer whore who willingly offers herself as breeding stock, screws anything in pants, and even gets off on watching her mother licking her pregnant pussy."

"I love the idea if you think it will really work. Doing it that way would sure get the ball rolling."

"Yes, it would at that. You know what else? It will be the perfect way to get the other two involved. When they see Heather getting balled, getting pregnant, sucking cock and sucking pussy, they'll want to play too. It always works that way."

"You mean they will be seeing Heather with Hal?"

"With Hal, me, and you. Don't forget, I want you in on this. You still want her, don't you?"

"Fuck yes. I just never dreamed it could happen this fast. I can't imagine Heather doing these things in front of everyone without a long conditioning process. I still have this nagging doubt that she might freak out if you lay it all out for her and tell her you want her pregnant."

"You leave that to me. I know how to handle Heather. I want to let Hal do his thing. I want to experience being worked on by the master. He's going to find me to be the easiest conquest of all--mother lode, indeed. In the mean time, we can be getting Heather to loosen up. You can bet there'll be a lot of tears in the beginning. You ignore that. Don't feel sorry for her. Things may go so well that he screws her tonight when he stops by."

"I hope so, and I don't think I will feel sorry for her. I just flashed on this picture. I'm sprawled out naked in this chair, just like you are now. Heather is kneeling before my cunt, tears rolling down her cheeks. Your hand is pushing her head into my beaver while Hal gets ready to take her doggie style."

"Shit, why not a real doggie?"

"No, a pony."

"Pony, hell, a big white stallion."

"A black stallion."

"If you're going to fantasize, Stephanie, why not think big? A herd of bull elephants."

"That's what I like about you, Jan: You always think big."

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The girls arrived home from school shortly after Stephanie made her departure. Jan followed Heather to her room. Heather dropped her books, turned, smiled, and said, "What's up, Mom?"

Jan took a seat on Heather's bed and patted the spot beside her. Heather sat demurely and tugged the skirt to her knees. "A lot's up, Heather. We are in deep financial trouble. I've been out of work for a few weeks, and now I find the Palace job fell through."

"Mom, why not try a regular job. Try Greyson."

"No one is hiring. We are in deep shit, kiddo."

"Well, I don't need anything. I can skip lunches. Do you want me to try to find a job. I will."

"No, the best you can bring in is kids' wages. That won't help. We need bigger bucks. The rent is past due. My only hope right now is Hal. The guy makes good money, but I don't think he's all that much interested in me. I think he comes around to see you girls."

"Boy, no kidding. The way he looks at me gives me the creeps. He's like that at school, too."

"Yes, well, creeps or no, you have to be friendlier to him, much friendlier, sexy friendly."

"What! What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, you need to act more like Mandy, show some skin, shoot a few beavers his way, sit on his lap more, cuddle on him, fuss over him. In short, make his dick hard."

"Mother! You can't be serious. I've never heard you talk this way. Is this some kind of joke?"

"It's no joke, Heather. That brings up another thing. I am really getting sick of this Miss Goody Goody act you've grown into. I know that isn't the real you, and I hate it. A normal girl your age would be giving her mother fits trying to keep boys' pricks out of her twat."

Red faced and awed, Heather said, "Mother, your language. What's happened to you?"

"I'm glad you brought that up. I haven't been myself either. That's mostly because of you. I could be myself around your sisters. You are the reason I have to wear this phony facade. No more. I am a true blue whore, Heather. I love to fuck, suck cock, lick a little pussy occasionally, and when the mood strikes me, I love letting a group of men have at me. I let men fuck my mouth, my ass, and my pussy. I love cock anywhere they want to put it. I'm a three-holer whore, Heather, and proud of it."

Heather reeled back under the barrage of foul declarations. All she could utter was, "Mom!"

"It's true. Get used to it. I don't know where I went wrong with you. Sometimes, I think you were switched at birth. If we didn't look so much alike, I'd take you back and demand my real daughter, the fifteen-year-old pregnant slut."

Tears welled in Heather's eyes. Jan ignored that and went on, "I'm not telling you this to hurt you, Heather. I want a more open and honest relationship to develop between us. I want you to accept me and love me as I am. Is that asking too much?"

Whimpering, Heather said, "No, Mom. I do love you. If this is what you really are, I'll still love you. I will always love you."

"I know sweetheart. I love you, too. I'll still love you even if you keep on with this phony bullshit. I won't like it, but I can tolerate it. If you really are a good girl, I mean deep down, honest to goodness, life in my home will be rather difficult for you. You understand that, right?"

"Yes. I am not a phony, Mom. I'm not putting on a front."

"Maybe. Heather, our family is different from most. Most mothers raise whores that they force to act like good girls. In our case, that may be reversed. If you are a good girl, you are going to act the whore, at least until you get out and on your own. I will insist on it. I plan to live under a completely different set of moral values. I say, 'If it feels good, do it; if it feels wicked and nasty, do it a lot.'"

"Do you really mean that, Mother?"

"Yes, I do. You'll see. In the mean time, you are going to live under my rules. Do you understand?" Heather nodded meekly. "Good, first of all, there will be new rules for you to follow at home. I want you to start dressing and acting like a whore around this house. I'll get you sexier clothes. Until then, I have some things you can wear. You are forbidden to wear bra or panties, ever, even to school. Do you understand?"

Tears flowed in a steady run down both cheeks. She nodded as though in a trance. Jan said, "Are you a virgin?" She said yes. "You won't be much longer. Hal is coming over tonight. I'm sure he can take care of that pesky hymen."

"MOM! NO! You can't mean that!"

"Read my lips, Heather. I want a whore for a daughter. In fact, I want three whores. I want to start with you. Big sisters should lead the way."

"Mom, this can't be happening to me."

"It can't, huh? Heather, stand up."

Heather slowly, cautiously stood and turned to face her mother. Jan casually but firmly said, "Take off your panties... NOW!"

Heather saw the serious, determined look, turned beet red, then nervously reached under her dress to hook her panties, trying hard not to reveal her intimate areas. Jan watched the panties slide down her daughter's creamy legs, taking note of the fresh wet spot in the crotch. When Heather stepped free and stood waiting, Jan thrust her hand up under the skirt and grabbed Heather by the pussy, lifting the startled child to her tiptoes.

Heather let out a squeal as Jan entered her dripping hole with her two middle fingers. She held her daughter in a tight grip by the cunt as though she were holding a bowling ball in preparation to throw a strike.

Jan made eye contact with Heather and said, "I suppose this isn't happening either. You have a nice tight cunt, sweetheart. I'm sure Hal will love it. As a matter of fact, I'm sure I am going to love it. Does that shock you?"

Jan's fingers were not idle. She curled and uncurled them, rubbing her daughter's G spot. The sensation created a full body blush in the girl and made her breathing labored. She couldn't answer, so Jan said, "I told you I like a little pussy once in a while. Can you think of anything nastier or more wicked than a mother licking her daughter's pussy?"

Heather stared wide-eyed at her lusty mom and shook her head. Jan smiled, and said, "Well, I can. How about a daughter licking her mother's pussy? Want one even better? How about a daughter who sucks her mother's cunt right after she's been fucked? Want one even better? How about a daughter who licks and sucks her mother while she's getting fucked. I'm sure you'd like to do that for me, wouldn't you?"

Heather was in a state of shock. Her mind was numb. Jan stepped up the teasing of her cunt and said, "Answer me?"

Finally, Heather said in soft surrender, "Yes, if that's what you really want."

"Now you are being the kind of good girl I want. Heather, I think I'd like a little sample of your pussy right now. Take off your clothes, dear."

Jan maintained her grip and her teasing finger movements while Heather applied trembling fingers to the task of disrobing. Slowly, bit by bit, the pieces fell away until she stood naked, trembling, stuck on her mother's hand, fixed by the crotch. Jan eased the pressure and withdrew her hand. While Heather watched in amazement, Jan made a show of sucking her wet fingers one by one, making tasty pleasure sounds. When all were clean, she turned her attention to her daughter and said, "Your little pussy is delicious, honey. Give me a good spread. Show me your virgin pussy."

Jan slid to the floor, resting her back against the mattress, forcing Heather to widen her stance, pulling her closer. Heather waddled forward until she straddled her mother's hips. Jan said, "Get that pussy out where I can see it and get to it."

Heather awkwardly widened her knees and tilted her pelvis up, bringing her cunt up into prominent view. "Open it up with your fingers. Show me the pink meat."

Shaking fingers delved between her thighs and the finger tips aligned themselves along both lips. She pulled them out and her coral pink interior opened into a shiny oval. The hole at the base looked tight and pure. Her bright pink clit stood out rigid between the firm labia lips stretched tightly on either side.

Jan leaned forward and studied the pussy up close, tracing her finger over her daughter's secret charms. Ever so slowly, her head moved closer. Jan placed her nose in the groove and drew in a long deep breath. She expelled the air and took another. While expelling it, she said, "Oh, I do love the smell of virgin pussy. I'd better take advantage of this now; it won't be virgin much longer." Heather watched in awe as her mother breathed in her feminine musk, her face a mix of awe and amusement. Heather expelled a long flow of air when Jan stuck her tongue far up her daughter's hole.

Jan wanted to make the act as obscene as she could, so she remained at the hole and fucked her tongue in and out. She could feel her daughter's legs quivering as she did this. Heather had trouble keeping her balance. Her shuffling and stumbling in place brought her pussy in firmer contact. She leaned into the face between her legs, widened her knees, and pried out harder on her cunt lips. Jan made a few passes through her inflamed lips, paused to suck the clit, then returned to tongue-fucking while rubbing her nose on her daughter's clit.

The effect on Heather was dramatic. Although she said nothing, her actions spoke volumes. Soon, her pelvis began to move in a slow grind. The pressure she exerted on her mom's face bore down on Jan. After a few minutes, Jan had Heather grinding her cunt on her face, letting out a steady stream of passionate grunts and groans. When the time was right, Jan moved her lips to the clit and sucked feverishly while whipping it with her tongue. Heather exploded.

The powerful orgasm rocked the child. Falling forward, she had to brace herself on the mattress with her knees at the edge on either side of her mother's tilted-back head. With her stiff arms just above her mother's head, she looked back between her arms, past her hanging tits, to watch her mother's mouth sucking on the pussy she seemed to be feeding to her like a monkey humping a football. All through the long orgasm, Heather humped hard against her mother's mouth.

After her tremors subsided, she held steady as her mother lapped at her weeping pussy, concentrating her efforts on the hole. Heather help her cunt poised to receive this obscene service and hunched her pelvis up for better viewing, fascinated by every lapping lick of her mother's long tongue. The tongue took frequent side excursions to lap all over between Heather's legs, but always returned to her hole and began lazily sucking and licking the flowing juices.

Heather peered further back and saw between a gap in her legs that her mother had fully opened her robe and was naked. Her legs were out in a wide V and her knees were drawn back and pressing to the backs of her own legs. Both hands were busy in her crotch. One rubbed furiously on her large clit while the other plunged three fingers in and out.

The sensation of feeling her mother drinking from her pussy hole and the visual spectacle kept Heather's passions at a boil. Though the position she was forced to assume and hold was obscene in the extreme, Heather could not think of one she would rather be in for such a vulgar activity. When she could add to the vulgarity, she did so. When her mother's long tongue would go deep up her hole, Heather would settle on the mouth and do a sexy grind. When it withdrew, she'd ease up to watch the lapping.

She watched the masturbation activity intently, admiring her mother's fuller, more mature figure. She stared at the pussy being toyed with. The lips were much bigger and fleshier. The clit was easily twice the size of her own and her mother seemed to love treating it roughly.

By leaning out to the side, she could see her mother's left breast. Her nipples were like her own, pink and prominent, only longer. The mound of flesh sagged a bit, but was still full and shapely. Heather knew her own breasts were about as perfect as she could hope for, but she liked seeing her mother's bigger titties--jugs. The desire to suck them was overwhelming.

Heather slowly stood up straight and gave herself over to her mother's talented mouth, convinced beyond a doubt that her mother truly loved what she was doing. Heather had to admit, she loved it too.

She wanted to demonstrate in a subtle way that she was no longer being forced. She moved her hands back to her pussy and opened herself again. The message was not lost on Jan. She looked up Heather's torso while licking her daughter's fingers. Heather's face broke into a loving smile sending Jan over the top. She heaved and bucked while lapping the entire area between Heather's legs. When she finished, she collapsed back, trying to get her breath. Heather remained in place, still holding herself open.

Jan looked at the pose and smiled, knowingly. She looked up to Heather and said, "See, you are not as goody goody as you thought, are you? You liked what I did, didn't you?"

"It felt good." Impishly, she said, "Was I being a bad girl, Mommy?"

"Yes you were. Humping your cunt in your mother's face like that. That was very bad. It was slutty, in fact. And then, watching me masturbate and looking at my pussy and titties. That was awfully bad. You didn't think I noticed, did you? And now, look at you, still showing off your cunt like you want more. Yes, Heather, you are a very, very bad girl and Mommy loves you for it. I love having a bad girl for a daughter."

Heather giggled shyly and said, "I feel bad, but it feels kinda good. This is really strange. Can I get dressed now?"

"Yes, go ahead, but remember what I said. Go look through my things and pick out something revealing and sexy. Oh, and put some makeup on. Go heavy on lipstick and eye shadow. I want to see a fifteen-year-old whore when you get through."

Heather stepped away and gathered her clothes, saying, "Okay, I'll try. I have to be honest with you, Mom. I don't like it. Not this, but having other people see me looking like a whore. I'm afraid it will get around school. You know how Tammy and Mandy are, and you know how Hal will react. He'll treat me like a whore at school."

"I hope he does. Yes, and that reminds me. I expect you to react back. Whores love male attention and love showing off their pussies. If I don't see you shooting beaver shots his way, I may make you go naked."

"Oh, God, Mom! I think you really would. Please, I don't think I can do this, you know, act like a whore. I may be bad, but I know I am no whore. Mom, everybody says that Hal and Mr. Wright have whores, student whores. They do them in school, and everybody knows who they are. I don't want to be like them, Mom. I couldn't be like them. I really couldn't."

"Heather, you don't know what you are yet. Who knows, you may be a bigger whore than me. I may have to force you to wear clothes and our biggest problem may be fighting over every cock that comes through the door."

Heather laughed nervously and said, "Well, I doubt that. I will gladly let you have them all."

Jan noticed that Heather had a hard time keeping her eyes off her pussy. As she moved about the room, she stole glances. When she stopped to talk, she took a position with a head on view, her eyes darting between her legs. She picked a moment when Heather's eyes were fixed on her pussy to say, "You seem fascinated by my vagina, Heather." Jan drew her legs up and splayed herself open, bringing her fingers into play, massaging the wet, fleshy lips.

Heather looked up quickly, blushed profusely, stammered, then felt her eyes being drawn to the obscene display. She stared while fighting herself, then uttered, "Well, it's all out there. It's hard not to look."

"Yes, but it's the way you look, like now, like you are dying to kiss it."

"I'm not either! Mom! You're embarrassing me."

"Like you want to run your tongue all over it and stick it up my fuck hole where you came out."

"Mom, stop, you're just being nasty." Still, she stared.

"You like my big clit, huh?" Jan fanned out her lips and made her three-inch clit stand up like a little cock. "Does that look tasty? Doesn't it look like a little cock? You ever suck on a boy's cock, Heather?"

"No! Never!"

"You should. Cocks are marvelous and cum tastes wonderful. Come closer. Get a good look."

"Mom, I already got a good look."

"Heather, I said come closer. Get down on your belly and crawl right up to it."

Heather feigned reluctance but did as she was told. She crawled right up until her face was only inches away. "Closer!" She inched forward, her eyes focused on her mother's spread beaver. "Closer!" Only one inch separated them. Her mother's intent was obvious. Heather hesitated, debated, then moved her face into full contact and mumbled, "Is that close enough?" Jan said, "No, I want you as close as possible."

Heather became aroused and excited by what she was doing, seeing, and smelling. Her mother's vaginal musk drew her to wedge her face in tightly with her mouth centered at her hole. It wasn't long before she wanted to add taste to the experience. Her tongue eased out and stroked over her mother's vaginal interior. A sudden, overwhelming urge to be bad swept over her and she made fuck motions with her tongue as she sent it deep in her mother's pussy. Jan responded immediately, saying, "Oh, you nasty girl, tongue-fucking your own mother. You are so bad."

Inspired, Heather remembered how her mother masturbated while doing her. She raised her ass with her knees spread out wide and reached under her body with both hands and began a vigorous fingering of her hot pussy. Jan said, "And masturbating right in front of me, too. Oh, Heather, you shameless tramp, you slut, you fucking little whore, sucking your mother's cunt and masturbating too."

Heather moved up and captured Jan's clit in her mouth. While locking her passion-glazed eyes on her mother's eyes, Heather pursed her lips over the fleshy nub and imitated the act of cock sucking, going up and down on the shaft while hollowing her cheeks with her hard suction. Heather observed with great interest the effect her actions had on her mother. Jan threw back her head and moaned, "Oh, yes, you adorable little cunt-sucking whore. You are a natural born cock sucker, Heather. Damn that feels good. FUCK, Yes! Suck Mommy's cunt, baby!"

Heather put her all into the obscene act and moved them both toward a powerful climax. They did, in fact, cum together. After the shudders passed, Heather lapped her mother's spend. Jan looked down to watch her lovely daughter dutifully licking at the juices seeping from her hole, all the while keeping her smiling eyes fixed on hers. Heather had both hands at work holding her mother's cunt open to heighten the lewd sight. Jan added her own touch, by holding her feet by the toes and drawing her ass and head up into a position where she looked down at the scene where daughter tongue met mother pussy.

Heather used her tongue in full extension, tracing it over the full spread. Several times, she passed over Jan's puckered asshole, then paused over it. Locking eyes with her mother once again, she stiffened the tip of her tongue as she pushed in, waiting to see how her mother reacted to that bad girl act. The look on Jan's face inspired the girl to push all the way in. Once in, she fucked her mother's ass with her long tongue. Jan smiled and said, "There is nothing good about you, Heather. Any girl that would do to her mother what you are doing right now, can't have any good girl in her."

Heather's response was to extend her tongue fully and bob her head up and down, in effect, giving her mom a head butt-fuck. Jan was delighted. Heather drew out and gave the pussy a deep fuck kiss, then said, "You might be right, Mom. Maybe I am a whore after all. Maybe I'm just a lesbian. I sure like doing this, and I love the way your pussy tastes."

"This isn't the best position to eat cum from a cunt, dear. I need to be over you. Do you want my cum?"

"Yes, I want it all."

"Okay, roll over onto your back, and I'll squat over your face."

"Ohhh, that sounds really dirty. Let's do it." The two got repositioned. Jan planted her feet on either side of Heather's head and slowly assumed a squat centered over the girl's mouth. Heather exclaimed, "Man, what a view." As the treasure drew near, Heather licked at the runs that had seeped out. She moved steadily closer to the center as Jan moved lower. Soon, mother and daughter were joined cunt to mouth.

Jan rocked her cunt on Heather's face for a while, then got to her knees and leaned out. She supported herself on one stiff arm set at Heather's left hip. With her free hand, she entered Heather's sopping wet snatch and began finger-fucking her. "Suck Mommy's cunt, sweetheart. Yes! You are such a good bad girl. Oh, baby, Mommy is so proud of you. You want to make Mommy proud of you don't you?" Heather nodded into the cunt. "Then you'll help me keep Hal around?" She nodded again, more firmly. "You'll let him fuck you, won't you?" Again, she nodded. "You'll be his little teenage whore at school, won't you?" She nodded vigorously.

Jan had Heather worked into a fever and decided the time was ripe to plant a seed. She said, "If he wants to get you pregnant, you will welcome his sperm into your unprotected womb, won't you, sweetheart?" Not surprisingly, Heather nodded more vigorously than before. She drew her legs back and splayed them out like a bitch on its back as Jan used two fingers to fuck her hard and fast, slapping her clit with her palm on every in-stroke.

As she fucked Heather's cunt with her hand, the girl could barely concentrate on her sucking. Her head fell back repeatedly, letting out groans, only to come charging back for more. Jan kept up her lewd dialog, saying, "I can see you waddling around campus with your big belly sticking out, your tits twice their current size and full of mother's milk."

Heather cried, "Yes! I can see that too. I love it! Oh, God, is this what fucking feels like?"

"A real cock is ten times better. It's bigger, goes deeper, and my hand can't squirt hot cum up your womb. Best of all, only a real cock can get you pregnant. Every self-respecting whore wants to be pregnant by the ninth grade. You are a year behind. You have catching up to do."

"Everyone will know I'm a whore then."

"That's right. They are going to find out anyway. I'll see to that."

"You won't let me use protection, will you? You want me pregnant, don't you? You'll make me wear short, sexy maternity dresses without underwear. You'll make me stay in school, won't you?"

Surprised by Heather's intuitive questions, Jan answered each in the affirmative, driving Heather to further questions. She said, "You'll invite people to feel the baby kick, and you'll lift my skirt up over my belly. It's just an excuse to show them my pussy. You'll like showing people my pussy, won't you?" Again, she got a firm yes. "And they don't even pretend to be feeling my belly, they feel my pussy. They take turns, and I have to let them feel all around and up inside. Sometimes guys try to get their whole hand up inside my pussy and you don't even try to stop them, do you?"

Jan said, "Hell no. I'll pour vegetable oil on the area to help make it easier."

"Yes, and you make me get on my back and hold my feet by my toes like you did. Sometimes, I have to get on the table. You'll want to strip me naked in front of people, won't you?"

"I will always want you naked. Your tits need to be sucked and played with."

"Yes, always. And you let them fuck me. They all get to fuck me. Anybody can fuck me."

"That's right, in your mouth, ass, or pussy. My baby slut is a three-holer."

"Yes, they fuck me in my asshole. They cum in my mouth, too. I have to swallow their sperm, don't I?"

"Naturally."

Heather dove into her mother's snatch and raised her own bucking hips while her mother beat out her climax with pounding fingers. The cum was the best, and left Heather panting, exhausted, and drained. She fell into a total slump as Jan got up and stood looking down on her. "Well, little girl, it looks like you won't be as much trouble as I thought."

Heather looked up with a twisted grin and said, "I can't believe what I just said. Where did that come from?"

"From your dirty little mind, that's where. You need to stop repressing your desires, kiddo. When they come out, they really come out. You even shocked me."

"I shocked myself more. That was fun, though. It's fun pretending to be bad. I know that much, now. It won't be easy doing those other things you want me to do, but at least I'm over my shyness around you. Mom, I liked doing that for you. I'll do it again, whenever you want."

"Even after a fuck."

"Well, I don't know about that."

"I do. It wasn't a question. You'll do what I tell you to do."

"Well, in that case, since I have no choice in the matter, I'll do that, too."

"And you'll lick us while we fuck."

"I suppose so. If you tell me to."

Jan offered Heather a hand up, then drew her close, feeling her tits. Heather took the opportunity to feel her mother's big breasts as Jan said, "You can count on doing that for me, Heather. I would love fucking while your tongue works all around and tries to get inside too. Go ahead and suck on my tittie; I know you are dying to."

Heather smiled and fastened her mouth over Jan's right nipple. She nursed like a starving baby while Jan stroked her hair and teased, "Your job is to keep my man's cock nice and hard while he's fucking me. You are going to suck a lot of cock, before, during, and after sex. You will be eating a lot of sperm, mostly right out of Mommy's pussy hole and off her body. You'll keep Mommy clean, won't you sweetheart?"

Heather sucked hard on the tit, held in both hands, then drew off with a sucking pop to say, "Yes! I'll do whatever you want me to do. Mom, what does sperm taste like?" Her mouth went right back to sucking, her fingers molding and squeezing both breasts.

"I can't describe it. It has a taste all its own. You may not like it at first, but you will develop a taste for it. Most women do, and all whores do."

"Well, I guess I'll develop a taste for it then, huh?"

"You will at that. Now, go get yourself fixed up. I want you looking your best when Hal gets here tonight. Remember, I want to see a whore."

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Jan assisted Heather with her makeup after making her select a more revealing outfit. She chose an ultra short leather micro mini skirt that came just an inch below Heather's crotch. The top was sheer white and almost transparent. Heather's tits were clearly visible through it and much of her breast flesh was out in the open. The blouse buttoned up the front, but Jan left it unbuttoned and tied the tails just under the swells of her breasts. She had her put on four-inch heels and walk around, coaching her on putting a sexier sway to her step.

After applying makeup, Jan stood back to admire the transformation. Heather looked at herself in her mother's full length mirror and exclaimed, "Mom, I look ridiculous. I'm practically naked. I can't let anybody see me like this, not even Tammy and Mandy."

"Nonsense. You'll do better than that. When we walk out there, I want you to strut your stuff like I showed you and shoot a few practice beaver shots. And, do you know what else you're going to do for them. You're going to masturbate for them. You are going to show them how."

"Mom! No! I could never do that."

"You'll do it, or I'll see to it that you are naked when Mr. Peterson arrives. Look, you may as well break the ice with them. They will be seeing a hell of a lot worse than that before I'm finished with you. They will both be on hand to see you lose your cherry, and they will watch you licking us while we fuck. That might happen tonight."

"Oh, Mom, No!"

"Oh, Mom, Yes!" Jan walked up and took Heather firmly by the shoulders, looking deep into her blue eyes, saying, "Did you think I was kidding earlier. Face it, Heather. You are going to be a whore whether you like it or not. You can fight it if you want, but you know I'll win. You do realize that, don't you?"

Heather bowed her head and nodded. Jan detected her near complete surrender and made a bold decision. Grasping her by the chin, Jan lifted her face until they made eye contact. She then said, "Heather, Hal is a child molester with a peculiar kink that I happen to adore. He likes to get little girls pregnant. He has a way of enlisting the mother's cooperation. I met a woman who brought me her thirteen-year-old daughter as proof. She was so cute, a beachball with legs, her tits bursting with milk. I loved it."

"Mom, no! Please don't say what I think you are about to say."

"Oh, yes, what's more, I want Hal to get you pregnant, all of you girls, in fact. You are going to have a baby and you are going to get knocked up very soon. Do you know why?"

Heather shook her head, her mind in a daze. "Because it turns me on like crazy. I can't wait to watch you girls balloon out and grow big titties. I can't wait to hand you over to dirty old men to use and misuse. Every boy in your school will soon know that they can come to our door and get some of Heather Howard's pussy, anytime, night or day. My door and your legs will always be open for a stiff cock. Now do you see what you're in for?"

"Yes."

"Masturbating in front of your sisters doesn't seem so difficult now, does it?"

"No."

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes, I will always love you."

Jan opened her robe and stood with her feet planted wide and her hands on her hips. She said, "Prove it!"

Heather sank to her knees and pressed a kiss on her mother's out-thrust pussy. She pressed another, then another. Her hand came up the backside of Jan's legs and she pulled her face in tight, using her tongue to search through the wet folds. Her hands went up and squeezed her mother's ass cheeks, trying to get further under. Jan widened her knees as Heather scooted under and molded her face into her mother's fleshy cunt. She moved her face all about, trying to smear the wetness while her tongue worked feverishly.

Jan watched and felt her daughter's devotion. She had surrendered to her fate. To test her, Jan said, "Heather, I'm going to let Hal fuck you in front of the whole family. Do you have a problem with that?"

Heather paused to say, "No."

"I'm going to act the part of a good mother and ask that he wear a condom. What are you going to say?"

"I'll ask if he can do it without one."

"I'll say, why."

"I'll say, because I want to have his baby. I want him to get me pregnant."

"That's right. And you better sound like you mean it. He likes to hear phrases like: fuck his sperm into my fertile womb; baby making sperm; pregnant pussy; knocked-up cunt. Use the words sperm, pussy, womb, pregnant, knocked up, egg, and fuck excessively. You can't say them too often. They are music to his ears."

Heather sucked hard on Jan's clit, then pulled off, making a hard sucking sound. She earnestly said, "Mom, I will say them and mean it. I want to get pregnant for you. I want to do all those things for you, everything. I want to lick you while you get fucked, and I want to fuck every guy in school. I want to be used and misused by those dirty old men. I want to suck your pussy every day, and Stephanie's too." She went back to sucking the clit.

"You are going to get your wish, Heather."

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Heather had a new case of the nerves going as the moment of truth neared. Jan made a few final preparations, then announced, "Okay, baby, let's go show your sisters the new Heather." She led Heather into the living room where Mandy and Tammy were sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the TV. She said, "Hey you two, I want you to meet the new Heather."

The girls spun around on their butts and their mouths fell open on seeing their older sister. Both were in a position to see that Heather wore no panties and Mandy crawled up boldly and looked right up her sister's right leg, exclaiming, "Mom! Heather has no panties on. I can see her pussy."

Tammy crawled up and gazed up the left leg, saying, "Wow!"

Jan said, "That's right, and you'll be seeing much more of it. Heather told me that she's tired of missing out on all the fun and wants to be a whore. What do you girls think about that? Doesn't she look like a whore?"

Both girls sat at Heather's feet looking up with big grins. Mandy, the bold one as usual, said, "She sure does. Are you going to let her?"

"Sure, why not. Do you know what else she wants? She wants to get pregnant and have a baby. In fact, she wants Hal to do it, tonight."

"Really! Heather, do you really? Mom, are you going to let her do that too?"

"Yes, of course." Jan nudged Heather to respond.

Heather said, "Yes, that's right. I want to fuck Hal and I want him to shoot his sperm in my pussy clear into my fertile womb. I want to get knocked up."

Tammy cried out, "Mom! Heather said the F word."

"Heather can say any word she wants. She's a whore."

Mandy cried out, "That's not fair."

"Oh, all right, from now on, you can all say those dirty words all you want."

Mandy immediately tried her freedom out, saying, "Are you really going to let Hal stick his dick in your pussy and fuck you?"

"Yes, Mandy."

The girls giggled. Tammy said, "Can we watch him fuck your pussy and shoot all that cream in it."

"It's sperm, not cream, and yes, you can all watch."

Jan gave Heather the signal to masturbate by tapping her ass. Heather stiffened, turned red, but slowly moved her hands to her crotch. The skirt rose easily as her fingers went to her moist lips and brought immediate reactions from the girls. As usual, Mandy said, "Look, Mom, Heather is touching herself between her legs. She's finger fucking her pussy!"

Jan came around and joined her daughters on the floor, taking a seat between them, saying, "Oh, boy, we get a show. Go, Heather, fuck that pussy, girl! Show us how a horny whore plays with her pussy."

She started off stiff and self conscious, but rapidly got wet under the interested eyes feasting on her intimate anatomy. Before long, her knees went out, her hand had two fingers fucking her hole, as the other rubbed furiously on her clitty. Jan told Tammy to pull the ottoman over so Heather could lie on it and spread herself out better. Tammy hurriedly moved it behind her sister. Heather sat and immediately had her legs up and open. The three voyeurs moved into the space between her legs, giggling and making nasty comments, watching Heather give herself a thorough workout. Heather was lost to her passions and could have cared less if the school band marched through.

After she came, Heather stayed splayed out, assisted by each sister holding a leg. Jan invited them to feel Heather's pussy and poke around inside. The two giggling girls had a field day toying with Heather's pussy. Heather appeared to be enjoying the lewd attention and surrendered herself over to being a disembodied vagina.

Jan gave them a tour of the female vagina, then paused to say, "She certainly has a delicious looking pussy, doesn't she girls? I think I'd like to kiss it." With that, Jan leaned into the gaping opening and pressed a full mouth kiss followed by impassioned licking.

Tammy said, "Oh, wow! Mom's kissing and licking her pussy!"

Mandy watched with great interest, and said, "Mom, isn't that dirty?"

"No, not at all. I love licking a pussy, especially one as pretty as hers. Don't you want a lick?"

Mandy said, "I guess," but Tammy said, "No way, that's where her pee comes out."

Jan made room for Mandy while Heather raised her head to watch. Mandy stared at it for a few seconds before going in for a peck. She drew back and thought about it, then went for another, fuller, more open-mouthed kiss. Before drawing back, she took a lick through Heather's slit. She said, "It's not bad. It's kinda neat." She went back and licking the pussy all over and inserting her tongue.

Tammy watched in disbelief, then said, "Hey, it's my turn now. I get a turn, don't I?"

"Mandy, let Tammy have a turn." Tammy took Mandy's place and went right to work planting kisses then long licks. She was really into it when Jan said, "That's enough, Tammy. You'll get plenty of opportunities to indulge yourselves from now on. Heather, here's another rule for you. Since you want to be a whore so badly, you'll have to start by being a whore to all of us. That means that from now on, you serve the three of us in any way that pleases us. That means, Tammy and Mandy can tell you what to do, and you have to do it. Do you understand?"

Heather didn't like that rule, but she nodded her assent. Mandy said gleefully, "You mean we can make her do us, too?"

"Honey, any time you want your pussy licked, Heather will lick it for you. Anytime you want her body, it's yours to do with as you please as long as you don't hurt it. If you put something in her that causes her harm, I will be very angry. Pussies aren't that delicate, but they aren't playground toys."

Tammy said, "Can we fuck her with things?"

"Yes, of course, just be sure they have no rough edges and are very clean."

"How big?"

"You'll have to experiment, but as a rule, don't put anything in there bigger around than your fist, okay?"

Heather cried in alarm, "Mom! A fist?"

"Honey, many cocks have heads on them that big and bigger. Hal's is as big as Tammy's fist. Don't worry, your pussy is quite elastic. Before long you'll be able to take foot long cocks as thick as my wrist all the way to the balls. Jessie has one that big, and you will be fucking him this weekend. I'm sure you could care less who knocks you up."

The girls went looking for suitable objects to experiment with and returned with a hair brush, a cucumber, a large carrot, a Polish sausage, and a plastic bat. Jan ruled out the carrot as being too rough and the sausage because it might leave a bad taste. The other items she told them to pour vegetable oil on and have at it. Heather lost her hymen to a hair brush handle, and nearly lost her mind to the bat. Mandy wouldn't stop until she had half of its eighteen-inch length shoved firmly up her sister's cunt.

To assist in the operation, Heather had to be restrained. Jan sat on her chest, facing away, and drew Heather's legs back and open.

She told Mandy to hold the handle of the bat firmly between her thighs so it would be like a real cock. The girls giggled at the sight, but grew quietly awed as Mandy pushed the oiled bat past the tight ring of muscle with all her might. Heather groaned and strained, and begged them to stop. Jan told her that she needed to be stretched so that Hal's cock would enter easily. After ten minutes of slow progress, and nine inches of bat up her twat, the pain was too intense. Jan told Mandy not to force any more in but to give a gentle stroking motion.

After another ten minutes, the pain eased, replaced by another sensation that Heather found enjoyable. She said, "That feels good, Mandy. You can pull more out and take longer strokes if you want. Oh, yes! Mom, I think I'm going to like fucking a real cock. I think I'll even like Jessie's. Is he really that big?"

"Yes, I'm not exaggerating. You like big cocks, huh?"

"Yeah, once the pain goes away. God, I really feel stuffed. It's kinda neat. When will Hal get here?"

"He'll be here soon, you little cock-hungry slut."

Heather giggled and said, "I kinda like the sound of that, now."

Jan let them fuck Heather for a few more minutes, then told the girls to put their toys away. Sticking to her story that it was Heather's idea to get pregnant, when the girls returned, she said, "Tonight, we will all need to work together to give Heather what she wants. Getting a man to impregnate a minor won't be easy. Most men try not to get a girl pregnant. They don't want the responsibility, or in Heather's case, the possible legal hassle. We need to be very careful with Hal. I'm sure he'll want to fuck her, but we want him to fuck her right, don't we?"

Mandy said, "Yeah, we want him to make a baby in her."

"That's right, so we need to encourage him to shoot his sperm way up inside her pussy. That's were the womb and egg are. He will probably want to pull out and shoot it on the outside. They say they will, and pretend to go along, but at the moment they cum, they pull out. We don't want that, do we?"

Heather came to admire her mother's creativity in deepening her vicarious enjoyment. Even little Tammy was caught up in the excitement, saying, "No way. How can we get him to shoot his sperm in her womb?"

"Well, that's where you two come in. If a man gets really excited, he'll forget about it. If Hal saw you girls naked, playing with yourselves, and playing with each other, that would make him super excited. If you kept urging him to fuck your sister's pussy, and cum inside her, that would turn him on too. You can even say things like, 'knock her up, ' or 'make her pregnant' to encourage him. Do you two want to help get Heather pregnant?"

They both eagerly said they did. "Good, but it doesn't end there. Getting a girl pregnant is not as easy at it sounds. Some couples try for years and can't do it. It takes a lot of tries, so Heather needs to be getting screwed every day, several times a day. We need to keep Hal horny and we need to encourage him to mate with Heather as often as he can. You can help there, too. Whenever Hal is around, act sexy and pay attention to his cock. He won't mind letting you play with it. Men love to have cute, naked, little girls playing with their dicks. They especially like to have it kissed, licked, and sucked. Will you girls do that to help Heather out?"

Both answered in eager, excited affirmatives. Jan was pleased and exchanged knowing smiles with Heather before adding, "Furthermore, when Hal is fucking Heather, I want you girls to each hold one ball gently. If he tries to pull out, I want you to squeeze gently while pushing forward. Heather, you lock your heels on his ass and pull with all your might. He'll have no choice but to cum inside you. Mandy, when he goes to withdraw, after he shoots, it will be your job to wrap your fingers around his cock and make sure no sperm gets pulled out. When he is all the way out, you push any runs inside."

"Oh boy! I love that job."

"Tammy, since your hand is the smallest, you get it oiled up and insert it up Heather's pussy. When you get it all inside, make a fist. That will plug her up. You'll stay like that for thirty minutes while Heather lies on her back with her legs drawn back to raise her pussy. Heather, I want you to hold onto your toes, okay?" Heather nodded, trying not to smile. "Mandy, you rub her clitty to make more pussy juice floods her cunt. That makes it easier for the little sperms to swim around. Tammy, you can stir the soup from time to time by opening your fist and wiggling your fingers."

While the girls laughed and giggled, Heather tried to imagine how that scene would look to others and feel to her. She recognized her mother as being the queen of the perverse and nasty, and could not help but wonder what other tricks she had in store for them. Jan answered her silent thoughts by saying, "By the way, if you girls ever suck Hal until he cums in your mouth, try to hold it all in. Afterwards, go to Heather. She will do a head stand against the wall, then do the splits. She will open up her hole so you can spit it inside. If you want to turn Mr. Peterson on while you do this, glue your mouth to her hole. After you get it all in, give her a good sucking until she cums. Hal will like that, and so will Heather, I'm sure."

Heather developed a vivid mental image of this last scene and liked it very much. The position alone gave her tingles of excitement. She looked to her mother and offered, "Mom, shouldn't I get naked and get in that position whenever I see them sucking on a cock. You know, just to be ready."

"Oh, you like that one, huh? Absolutely. I'll go one better. While you're in that position, why don't you play with your pussy to get it juicy and ready."

"Okay, do you want me to practice?"

"Yes, I think that's a great idea. Keep your clothes on, though. Just let your skirt fall down over your chest once you get in position. Hal could arrive at any minute."

Heather got up and went to the nearest wall. She easily did the head stand; the skirt fell past her waist. Her legs fanned out straight to either side as the three gathered to peer down between Heather's legs, awed by the spectacle she presented.

Jan stood back as Heather began playing with her pussy. She said, "Oh, Jesus, that's sexy! Hal and his friends will love this. Stephanie will simply die."

Mandy said, "Shouldn't we practice, too? We can pretend we have a mouthful of sperm."

"Yes, by all means, do."

Mandy glued her mouth to the wide-open spread and pushed Heather's legs down even further. Mandy's cute little ass looked delightful and inspired Jan to say, "Tammy, flip Mandy's shirt up over her back and take off her panties." Tammy eagerly went to work as Mandy wiggled her ass in approval. She stepped free of the panties and Jan said, "Oh, that is marvelous. Mandy, you have the cutest little pussy." Mandy wiggled into a wider stance.

Tammy said, "I could lick it if you want."

"No, I want you to stand beside her hip facing me. Use both hands to open her up. Show off your sister's pussy. Use your fingers. Finger fuck her, too." Tammy enjoyed that role and quickly had Mandy squirming. Jan watched for a moment, then said, "That does it. One of your girls simply must suck off Mr. Peterson tonight. He has got to see this."

"Okay girls, that's enough. Everybody get straight. Mandy, put your panties back on."

When they were all back to normal, Jan sat them around the dining table for a talk. She began, "Mandy, wipe that pussy juice off your face. Okay, now here's the plan. Heather, you answer the door when he gets here. As soon as he steps inside, go into his arms and rub your body against him while giving him the deepest soul kiss you can. Really swab his tonsils. Rub your pussy against his cock, and rub your tits against his chest. I want you two girls to act the way you always act. Just be your frisky, naughty selves. Tease Heather about the way she's dressed and about the way she's acting. Heather, you let them do what they want. Don't put up any fight or say anything to them. If Hal sits down, you hop on his lap. He will probably want to take me aside first to find out what the fuck is going on.

"Just so you know the story and the situation we're playing, I'm going to tell Hal that my job fell through and we need financial help. I'll explain that I sat Heather down and told her to dress sexy and be nice to him, extra nice, so he'll stick around and help us. I'll tell him that Heather is acting this way to get back at me, you know how teenagers do. Your attitude is, 'Okay, mother dear, I'll be nice. You want nice, I'll give you nice like you never saw.' He'll buy that, otherwise he'd be suspicious of the sudden change."

Mandy said, "Can I show Hal that Heather isn't wearing any panties?"

"Yes, that would be just like you to bring that to his attention. Remember, just act like yourselves. Be yourselves. Be more than yourselves, in fact."

Jan told the two young girls to go wash the oil off their hands and freshen up. After they ran from the room, she turned to Heather and said, "I'm counting on you to do this right, Heather. If you blow this, so help me, I'll make your life miserable."

Heather smiled warmly, then got up and came to her mother. She embraced her, then slid to her knees and folded back her skirt. Jan wore no panties and opened her legs. Heather pressed her face to her mother's crotch and planted tender kisses. She looked up and smiled, saying, "Mom, I'd lick you but I wouldn't want to kiss Hal with pussy on my breath."

"Good thinking. I appreciate the sentiment."

"Mom, I love you, and I love what you're doing. I think it is so cool the way you can think up these nasty things. I am so horny, I could fuck a dog. Mom, I will do great tonight. I am super motivated. I love being your whore. I love everything about it. And, I'm starting to love the idea of getting pregnant. I really do want this. I especially love the way we're going about it. I was thinking, though, wouldn't it be like me to change my mind when my plan backfired, you know, when you get pissed, throw away the condom and say, 'Fine, get her pregnant.'"

"Yes, I suppose it would. What are you getting at?"

"Well, don't you think it would be exciting for Hal if he thinks I'm being forced to bear his child?"

Jan pondered this just for a second, then smiled and said, "I follow you, now. Yes, he would like that. Go on."

"Well, I'm not talking about kicking and screaming, or anything like that, but I could act sad and at the mercy of my nasty mom and sisters. It would be fun for me, and if the girls believed I really changed my mind, I know they'd really get off on forcing it on me. I'm getting a real kick out of the way they're treating me, you know, like their whore."

"Yes, so was I. You do have a good idea there. Are you sure you can keep this act up at least until you get pregnant?"

"Yes, I can act, Mom. You were right; that goody two shoes was an act. I have a dirty mind too. I really get off on being one of those whores at school. Everybody knows who they are because they are not allowed to wear panties, and they have to wear the shortest skirts the dress code allows. The guys are always flipping up our skirts, checking for new whores. We have to be on our constant guard because the teachers pretend they don't see a thing and it does no good to complain."

"I'll bet you're anxious to get your skirt flipped, now, aren't you?"

"Oh, yes! It gives me tingles. You should see what happens when they find a new whore. It spreads through school like a wild fire. The girl gets attacked wherever she goes, even in her classes. Other girls even join in. It's like open season on the new whore. Some new whores get stripped naked in the halls, or get pulled into empty rooms and gang banged."

"And that's what you want, huh?"

"I do now. I'm scared to death, but it is exciting. That's what I always think about when I masturbate."

"Well, you will get your wish, I'm sure. Even if Hal doesn't make you one of the whores at school, I want you to go without panties. I insist. One thing, though, this little act better be convincing tonight. I don't want this looking staged."

"It won't. I want to be a whore, now. That's the best part. You know what else? I can cry when I want to. All I have to do is think hard about the day Whiskers got ran over. I did that earlier in my room. I was so turned on, I was afraid you'd notice. I've done that to you a lot."

Jan laughingly said, "Why you little shit. Well, that talent will certainly come in handy. I'm sure there will be times when tears would seem appropriate to the situation. For one, when I force you into that head stand and make you play with yourself. Tears would certainly add to the eroticism. Heather, I can't tell you how pleased I am to know you are on my team. I really hated the idea of forcing this on you. I would have done it, but hated myself at the same time. This way is much better for both of us.

"You better get up. Hal will be here soon and the girls will be coming back. You might let it drop that you are having second thoughts about getting pregnant. I'll blow it off as nerves, but when the time comes, they'll believe you as well."

When the girls returned, Heather said, "Mom, I've been thinking about this getting pregnant. I don't think that's such a good idea right now. I mean, what about school? Everybody will know I'm a whore, because I won't be able to identify the father."

Both Mandy and Tammy immediately jumped on her, saying, "No way, you can't back out now! She can't, can she Mom?"

Jan silenced them and addressed herself to Heather, saying, "You are just getting opening night jitters. Just relax, besides, Mandy and Tammy will spread the news even if you don't get pregnant, right girls?"

Mandy said, "That's right, Heather. We are going to tell everyone we know that our big sister is a whore who will spread her legs for any guy. They all know your friends. Everyone will know anyway. There's no backing out is there, Mom?"

Jan smiled and brushed hair from Mandy's face, saying, "No, dear. Heather is going to get pregnant, and she's going to have the baby. It has nothing to do with what she wants anyway. I want her pregnant. I want her to walk around in front of all her friends with a big belly and titties full of milk. I want everyone to know that my daughter is a whore. Don't worry about what Heather wants. She's our whore and we can do anything we want to her. We want to get her pregnant just because it will be fun, right? I'm going to bring men here so we can watch them fucking her even when she's nine months along."

"Yeah, that's right. It will be fun, especially when her belly gets big and fat."

Tammy added, "Yeah, and we're going to make you walk around naked and let our friends watch you play with your pussy. She has to do what we say, huh, Mom?"

"Why stop there? Don't you two know guys that want to fuck your sister?"

Mandy said, "We can do that, too? Yeah, we know lots of guys. They're all horny for Heather."

The two excited teens began naming the list as Heather and Jan exchanged surreptitious smiles.

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The knock at the door silenced the laughter. Heather shot up straight with true nervous jitters. The look of impending doom and hesitance was genuine. Jan said, "I believe that's for you."

Heather slowly rose and while passing Jan was stopped by a firm hand shoved up her skirt. Jan lifted Heather to her toes by the cunt and said, "You'd better do this just like we rehearsed, or so help me, the three of us will take belts to you."

Heather wiggled on her mother's fingers and kissed her on the lips, saying, "I will, Mom, I promise."

Heather crossed to the door as Mandy and Tammy followed excitedly. She opened the door and was greeted by a loud whistle as Hal looked her up and down. He moved inside and started to make a comment, but was silenced by Heather when she threw herself into his arms and plastered her lips to his. Her tongue invaded his mouth as he stood there in shock. His eyes were on Jan as she approached with arms folded and stood beside him.

Hal's arms hung limply at his side until Heather began grinding her pussy against his rapidly growing erection. They cautiously moved down her back onto the twin swells of her ass. He watched Jan while testing his limits, pulling her ass in close. Heather rubbed her titties on his chest as Mandy cried out, "Look, Mom, Heather is rubbing her pussy on your boyfriend's dick."

"Yes, I can see that."

The obscene kiss went on for another minute and Hal's hands slid further down to cup her ass below the short hem-line. His fingertip could feel no panties. His excitement was immediate as the hands went under the skirt to mold bare ass cheeks. He reluctantly let her go, but not before getting the tips of his fingers on her cunt lips. Heather stepped back, blushing profusely and Jan stepped into Hal's side, taking his arm around her waist, saying, "Well, Hal, what do you think of my little slut?"

Hal Peterson could hardly speak. He looked from Heather's tits to Jan's face and back before saying, "Hey, I like it. What can I say? I'm a man."

Mandy moved up behind Heather and Heather took in a deep breath, knowing what would come next. Her sister's fingers curled up the hem at both hips and drew hands up, saying, "Look, Hal, Mandy isn't wearing any panties. You can see her pussy."

Hal's eyes shot to the sparse sprinkling of light blond curls in no way hiding the lips beneath. His eyes widened as he saw Heather step out with her right foot and thrust her pelvis forward. Her cunt parted, showing her rigid clit and the coral crease between her puffy and inflamed lips. He noted the hands on hips attitude and defiant look she shot to her mother and realized something was not right between them.

Tammy said, "Look, you can even see her titties through that blouse; see her nipples poking out." Heather took a deep breath and thrust her chest out, still giving her mother that same piercing look.

Hal said, "Yes, I noticed that right away. They look very lovely. I can see why she's so proud of them."

"She is. Wanna see them naked?" Without waiting for his answer, she fumbled with the knot while Heather stood patient. She was having a difficult time, so Heather assisted in getting it started. The knot fell open, and Tammy pushed the flaps from each breast. Hal didn't know where to look. Heather was displaying all of her frontal charms. While Tammy called attention to her sister's tits, pinching the nipples and slapping the sides, lifting the mounds of creamy white flesh in obscene offering, Heather held her own skirt above the waist, freeing Mandy's hands.

Mandy went right for the lips of her pussy and pried them wide, saying, "Look, Hal, can you see her pussy hole?" While Tammy removed the blouse, Hal dropped to one knee for a close look between Heather's legs. She widened her knees for him. Hal stood with an amused smile.

Jan said, "You've shown him everything else, slut, why not show him your ass."

Heather spun around and thrust out her ass toward Hal. She reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, wiggling her ass invitingly like a bitch in heat. Hal's eyes devoured her adorable, tight, puckered asshole and the full view of virgin pinkness between her flawless lips. The shiny pink hole seemed to wink at him. His mouth watered. He said, "Jan, what the fuck is going on here? Am I in heaven?"

"No, Hal. This is teenager hell, at least for a mother. We need to talk." Addressing the girls, Jan said, "Get that ridiculous skirt off of Heather. When we return, I want Hal to see her naked in her heels."

They marched into the bedroom and Jan turned to face Mr. Peterson, saying, "Hal, this is Heather's way of getting back at me. She's throwing a tantrum all because I asked her to be extra nice to you and to start showing more skin when you are around."

"At least she's doing what she's told, but I still don't get it. Why would you tell her to do that in the first place? It isn't even my birthday."

"No, but I'm in trouble, and I may need some help, financial help. I'm sorry, Hal, I just wanted you to stay interested in me. I knew how you liked looking at the girls, and how excited you got afterward. I just figured you'd be more likely to help me if you had a good reason to. It was wrong, I know, but the problem is, my suggesting that really pissed Heather off. Don't let that act she put on out there fool you. The kid is scared to death."

"Yeah, I noticed. You gotta hand it to the kid, though, she's a feisty little shit."

"Yes, well, I want to take some of that feist out of her. She needs to be taken down three or four pegs. I can't let her get away with this. I'll tell you what she deserves, she deserves to get her virgin cunt royally screwed. She is playing with fire and needs to get burned."

"Jan, I couldn't agree more. You know I'm ready, willing, and able. As for that help, tell me what you need, maybe we can work a trade."

"I need five hundred right away. It's for the rent."

"That's a lot of money, Jan. I'll tell you what, I'll give you one hundred bucks a fuck. Let me fuck her five times and you have your rent money."

Jan hugged his neck, and said, "Oh, Hal, thank you so much. I knew you'd come through for us. I'll tell you what, for being so good about this, you can screw the bitch any time you want. Don't take no for an answer, just be sure to use a condom, or pull out."

"We'll talk about that more. For these first five, I'll wear the fucking raincoat."

"I know how you feel about those damn things, but I need time to get her on the pill. You know, the two little ones will be quite upset when they see you roll on a condom. All they've talked about since Heather started threatening to screw you was her getting knocked up. They have teased her constantly about it. They, at least, have the good sense to know that she's playing with fire, even if Heather doesn't."

"They like the idea, do they?"

"Like it? They love it. They are obsessed by the idea of watching their sister get a baby fucked into her cunt. Honestly, you should hear them talk. They sound like you, the way you go on. If I didn't know better, I'd swear you'd been coaching them. It really is a delight to hear them use those nasty phrases. Hell, I've been encouraging them, hoping that would snap Heather out of this. Come on, let's get naked and go fuck the little bitch. Tammy and Mandy are dying to see a real cock at work. I know you won't disappoint them."

They stripped and reentered the living room. Hal's mighty cock stood tall and bobbed menacingly with each step. All three girls looked in awe as he and their mother stood before them. Heather came forward, still with that defiant look. She dropped to her knees and took hold of the cock with both hands. While staring up at her mother, she planted kisses up and down its length, making pleasing noises. She opened wide and took the head in her mouth, sucking hard while pumping the shaft, going, "Ummmm! Oh, yes, I love sucking on your big cock, Hal."

Mandy and Tammy knelt on either side of their sister, watching from close up. Mandy said, "Are you going to fuck her pussy, Hal?"

Heather took her mouth away and said, "Oh, please fuck me, Hal. Fuck my horny pussy in front of my mother."

Jan handed Hal the condom, saying, "Here, help yourself to the slut, but put this on."

Heather said, "No, don't use a condom, Hal. I want your cock naked inside me. I want you to shoot your sperm in my womb the way you're supposed to." The other girls added their pleas in vulgar graphic terms that had Hal ready to cream all over Heather's face. He turned pleading eyes to Jan.

Jan tossed the condom behind her and said, "Fine, get pregnant! See if I care."

Mandy said, "Yeah, Hal, fuck a baby up her cunt."

Tammy said, "Spray her womb full of sperm, Hal. Knock her up, good!"

Heather put on a face of shock and dread, then said, "Mom, what are you saying?"

"I'm telling Hal to knock you up. That's what I'm saying. In fact, I insist he get you pregnant. I don't care how many times it takes. I want you pregnant, bitch!"

"Mom, no! You can't mean that. I was only teasing. I don't want to get pregnant. I mean it, really, I don't. I don't want to have sex with anyone." Heather stood and suddenly acted bashful, cowering behind arms crossed over her intimate parts. Jan had to admire the performance. She was quite convincing as she cried, "I'm not playing this game anymore, Mom. Really, I quit. I'm sorry. I'll behave, honest."

Jan stormed over and slapped Heather hard across the face. The tears poured out. Heather stood cowering and trembling as Jan went on, "Show your cunt now, bitch. Come on, let's see how brave you are now that you have a hard, virile cock facing you. Move, God Damnit! Get on that ottoman and show your pussy!"

Shaking and crying, Heather sat on the ottoman. Jan bent down and grasped both ankles, throwing them wide and forcing her onto her back, saying, "Keep those fucking legs apart, you whore. [addressing Hal] Fuck the bitch, and by all means fill her womb with sperm."

Hal advanced on the spread, stroking his pulsing, dripping member, smiling maniacally. He knelt and poised the naked head at Heather's hole and said, "It will be a pleasure knocking up your daughter, Jan." With that, he grabbed Heather's hips and pulled hard, surprised at the ease with which he sank half his cock into her. Heather groaned and cried as Hal sank the rest in another thrust. Buried to the balls, he laughed and said, "There, bitch. You want my cock, you got it. Now, let's see what you can do with that pussy of yours. Let's see some cock humping."

Heather planted her feet wide out on the floor and showed reluctance, pain, and humiliation as she followed the lewd suggestion. Tammy and Mandy stripped off their clothes, then got on either side and used their fingers to explore the area of genital contact and feel Hal's cock and balls. Mandy said, "Wow, you sure have big balls, Hal. I'll bet they're full of sperm, huh?"

"That's right, sweetheart. Sperm to make babies with."

"Yeah, you're going to make twins or triplets for sure. She'll get so big, huh?"

Tammy said, "We want her pregnant so we can show her off to our friends. We'll make her get naked and let everybody feel her and fuck her. Mom said we could."

"Yes, well I'll do my best to help out. I have a few friends that would go nuts over this pussy."

Jan took that opportunity to walk over and straddle Heather's head, saying, "Hal's friends are always welcome in my daughter's cunt, ass, or mouth." Hal watched in amazement as she squatted on Heather's face and ground her slimy cunt on her daughter's face. Heather appeared to be fighting to get her face away from the cunt until Jan slapped her hard on the belly and shouted, "Hold still while I'm trying to fuck your face, you cunt-sucking whore."

Hal looked from the bright red hand print to Jan's passion-glazed eyes. They exchanged smiles before his eyes lowered to watch as Jan's wide gash slid in a slick of pussy slime from Heather's forehead to her chin. Jan had to smile at the vision of a pervert gone to pervert heaven. With Heather humping her tight, virgin pussy on his cock, and the two little ones, naked and fondling him, Hal didn't have to do a thing but kneel there and enjoy the sight of a mother rubbing her cunt on her daughter's face.

Hal noticed right away when Heather's tongue came out fully to wipe the cunt on its pass over her mouth. The tongue plowed through her mother's furrow. The girl's level of arousal had risen noticeably and was telegraphed by her enthusiastic humping. The girl humped her cunt up and down the full length of his cock.

Mandy said, "Look, Hal, Heather is licking Mom's pussy."

"Yes, I see that. Heather is a really horny bitch, isn't she?"

"Yeah, she wants you to cum in her pussy real bad, Hal." This inspired Heather to bring her legs up around Hal's hips and draw her cunt in tight. She also reached up and wrapped her arms around her mother's waist, pulling her mouth tightly to her pussy. Jan stood, taking Heather with her. Hal followed suit. Heather hung between them, impaled on a cock, and clinging to a cunt, hunching her torso to give the friction she needed to get off and get Hal off.

Jan leaned forward; Hal did likewise. They met over Heather's belly for a passionate kiss. While their tongues dueled, their orgasms swept over them. Mandy cried out, "Oh, Mom, I can feel him squirting his cum way up inside Heather's pussy."

Hal poured a copious load of fertile seed into the writhing young girl. Mandy squeezed her tiny hand around the base of his cock. He was delighted to see her milking his spent cock into her sister, and slowly withdrew. Jan returned to a squat as Heather continued lapping at her weeping hole. Hal drew out and let her body come to rest on the ottoman. Jan drew Heather's legs back, bringing her ass up. As Hal made room, Tammy brought her oiled fingers, held together, to Heather's gaping hole and inserted her hand with a wiggling, twisting motion.

Hal stood back, watching the obscene act with great interest. Jan gave up her place to Mandy. The little girl straddled her older sister's head, facing Tammy, while Heather took hold of her own toes by reaching around Mandy's ass, offering up her spread beaver. While Tammy imitated the motion of a cock with her forearm, Mandy rubbed vigorously on her older sister's clit.

Jan and Hal retired to the sofa to enjoy the post game show. Both were delighted with the lusty trio. With their faces close, Jan whispered, "Are you pleased with the way I raise my daughters, Hal?"

"Honey, you are something else. You have no idea how much I appreciate your allowing me to impregnate your lovely daughter."

"The pleasure is all mine, sir. And may I remind you that I have three lovely daughters."

"I noticed. Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"They are breeders, Hal. They all have empty wombs. I think that's a terrible shame, a waste. If we only had a sugar daddy with big balls, one who could keep their little wombs full of babies."

"Are my balls big enough?"

"Are you applying?"

"I'd be crazy not to."

"Then you got the job, sugar."

"Then I'd better get busy."

"Relax. Look!"

Tammy had removed her hand and was using her index finger on one hand to gather sperm from the hand that had been in Heather. She poked that sperm-covered finger in her own pussy repeatedly. Mandy did likewise after pushing her hand into Heather. They took turns dipping their hands in Heather's well of sperm.

Hal said, "Do you realize that I might get three with a single shot."

"We can only hope. Just look at them; they are such bad girls."

Return to Book II

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Big Daddy's Little Girl


Hal Peterson, the high school principal, and Estelle Greyson, the county's most powerful citizen, often had lunch together in the executive lunchroom of the school. There, they could hash their plans for the corruption of young morals in total comfort and privacy.

It was a few days into their relationship, Hal and Estelle had just concluded their business. Estelle said, "Hal, the other day, you alluded to an event in your life that you think made you a child molester."

"Yes, my father's molestation of my eight-year-old daughter, Jenny."

"Right. I've thought about what you said, and had some nice dreams along those lines. Would you mind telling me the whole story?"

"Sure. Are you taking a clinical interest in the subject, or do your interests run along hot bedtime story lines?"

"Both, but make it juicy."

Hal smiled. "I think I can do that without embellishments. It's a juicy tale. First, let me tell you about my wife at the time. Her name was Bonnie. She was a living doll and still is. She was a photo model when she was young. Her father was the photographer. He started off as a serious photographer, but his work took a nasty turn when clients demanded more and more explicit nudes of his number one model, his twelve-year-old daughter, Bonnie.

"To make a long story short, he took and marketed her child porno shots until she left home to marry me at sixteen. He and his buddies used her as their sexual plaything for years, going out of their way to knock her up. A pregnant young model is hot stuff, I guess.

[Bonnie's early history is told in the story, "Photo Pro".]

"Anyway, she had Jenny at fourteen. When I married her, Jenny was two. I'm the only daddy she ever knew. When I got Bonnie away from her degenerate folks, she reverted to her true self, a very responsible, loving woman and wife. She put her past behind her, forgave her parents, and made the adjustment quite easily. After six years of marriage, we were the perfect family, normal to a fault. I was so straight you could align buildings with me. I didn't know half the stuff Bonnie knew about sex. She had to come down to my level sexually.

"With Jenny, she was the perfect mother. Jenny was our pride and joy. You never saw a more precious, pretty, intelligent eight-year-old in your life. She had her mother's striking good looks and was cute on top of it.

"I would also have to say she had sex appeal. For a girl of eight, she seemed to be aware of her ability to turn male heads. She also liked turning them. She was a beaver shot artist by the age of six, and she usually shot them bare. It gave Bonnie fits, but we never made a big deal out of it, hoping she'd outgrow that phase. If we had a male visitor stop by, we could expect to see Jenny getting poised to shoot. It is hard for any man to ignore a very young beaver. There is nothing that looks quite as naked and sexy as a young hairless snatch, and hers was also full-lipped and forward-jutting. That is to say, her pussy is up front, not tucked down low. When Jenny stood before you, naked, it was all out there.

"That was another trick she liked to pull, coming out naked when we had company. She always had a pretext, such as getting ready to take a bath, or changing clothes, unable to find something, but we saw right through her. Still, we tried to ignore this as well. Bonnie fretted most of all. Because of her experience with adult men at that age, she just knew Jenny would fall victim to a molester. I never worried.

"Well, my father, who we both loved dearly, had a mild stroke shortly after my mother passed away. Naturally, we took him in. He was pretty much his old self, but something wasn't quite right with him. Although I had no qualms about leaving Jenny alone with him, Bonnie said she saw something in the way he looked at Jenny that upset her. I told her she was projecting that something. I told her to stop.

"Jenny loved having a male in the house on a permanent basis. Daddy loved her little antics. He encouraged her by praising her and drawing attention to the fact whenever he saw panties or, better yet, pussy. If she walked out naked, he'd try to get her on his lap before we could hustle her off. This kinda bothered me, mostly because it was so out of character for him. Bonnie saw more than I did, as she was home with him and Jenny. She swore he copped feels, and that she had actually caught him fingering her little pussy.

"I didn't know what to think of that. I was afraid Bonnie might be imagining or exaggerating. She could never bring herself to confronting Dad; I refused to confront him. As time went on, Dad got bolder when only Bonnie was around. She would not leave Jenny alone with him, but that didn't seem to bother him too much. Jenny enjoyed the nasty attention. For weeks, Bonnie was run ragged trying to keep Daddy's fingers out of Jenny's pussy."

Estelle said, "Uh, this is getting good. I can just picture that. Go on."

"So could I at that point. She described every instance in graphic detail, and they were numerous. She often had to bodily lift Jenny off his lap before he'd release his pussy-hold on her. His finger, or fingers, would suck out from her tight quim. It didn't bother him that Bonnie saw his finger in Jenny's cunt. He did not try to hide it from her. In fact, he seemed to get a charge out of shocking her this way. Bonnie was at her wit's end, and she was certain he'd eventually rape Jenny.

"She was right, and she was the one who walked in on them, catching him in the act. He'd slipped into the bathroom with Jenny and didn't even lock the door. Bonnie only left her for a few minutes to answer a phone call. When she returned, Daddy was naked, in the tub with her. He had her soaped up and lying on her back over his chest, his cock buried three inches in her twat. Bonnie was looking at them head on, watching him move her gently by holding her by the hip bones and drawing her up and down easily, his soapy cock making three inches of travel in the tight confines of her cunt.

"For several long seconds, she was speechless. Jenny laid passively, allowing herself to be used this way. Her legs hung wide to each side and her head was raised so as to watch the penetration. She wasn't alarmed, but looked confused. He got another inch in before Jenny winced. This brought Bonnie to the tub. She got on her knees and reached for Jenny, pleading for him to stop. Daddy held tightly to his prize. Bonnie could not free her. She held onto the base of Daddy's cock for the longest time, but that didn't faze him one bit. He loved it. She eventually got up and stood back against the sink for support. Daddy continued his slow easy fucking of our daughter, ignoring Bonnie's presence completely.

"Bonnie remained with them for almost a full hour. She witnessed an almost full penetration of his seven-inch cock and his climax. After he came, he remained buried inside until he got another hard-on. He screwed her again, using faster strokes, causing her some discomfort but no tears. Bonnie admitted that Jenny adjusted and appeared to enjoy most of the experience. When Daddy was through, he stood and handed Bonnie her cum-leaking daughter."

Estelle said, "That is rich. I like this Daddy of yours."

"Yes, well, Bonnie wasn't amused. I wasn't either. We freaked out when it finally settled in. I gave Dad holy hell. Even Bonnie joined in. He seemed most contrite and sorry. He said he couldn't help himself. What could we do? We couldn't call the cops. We couldn't boot him out. He had no place to go. All we could do was voice our objection and try to keep them apart. The following day, Bonnie caught Daddy with his hand in her crotch.

"Bonnie kept Jenny in jeans and never let her out of sight. Still, it was a constant battle, and the battle wore Bonnie down. A month went by with numerous close calls, many angry words, many family meetings, but eventually, the inevitable happened.

"Bonnie fell asleep on the sofa. She awoke to find Daddy, in my easy chair, his cock buried in our naked daughter. She didn't even try to stop them. She watched, lifted her off his spent cock when he was through, then took Jenny to the bathroom to clean her. When I got home, I had words with Dad, but they were more pleading than angry. He listened, but I knew it was useless. We still had no more options than before. Bonnie understood that better than I did.

"When I got home the following evening, I took Bonnie aside and asked, 'What happened today?' She casually said, 'The usual. Your father screwed my daughter, our daughter.' She looked quite calm about that. I said, 'And you watched?' She said, 'I watched him strip her naked right beside me as we sat on the sofa. He asked me to get him some KY jelly. I went for the jelly, handed it to him, then watched him fuck my little girl in the ass. How was your day?' I said, 'Not as exciting as yours, obviously.'"

"Hal, that's beautiful. I hope she had a sense of humor."

"She did, but not that day. Actually, she wasn't too upset. It was more a case of resignation. I asked her if she wanted me to have another talk with him. She said it wouldn't do any good. I was relieved. I was relieved for two reasons: one, I didn't want to confront Daddy again; and two, the situation was beginning to turn me on. I began fantasizing about them fucking.

"Imagining my father's cock taking possession of little Jenny's cunt gave me an erection every time it entered my mind. I was already comfortable with the situation. Another thing that excited me was how Dad was willing to involve my wife in his debauchery. I saw this as having great potential for exciting future fantasy. I even found myself imagining him fucking her or bringing her into the act directly. Imagining my lovely wife, naked, and licking them while they fucked could drive me right over the top.

"We never discussed any of our private thoughts. As it turned out, she had some of her own. Much later, weeks later, she confessed to fantasizing a sexual relationship between Jenny and Dad long before he arrived. She confessed to masturbating to those fantasies and realized a subconscious desire to bring that about when Dad showed a sexual interest in Jenny. He became bold around Bonnie, because Bonnie never gave him any reason to fear her wrath. She never even looked cross-eyed at him when he fingered Jenny, and Bonnie permitted Jenny to run around naked while I was at work.

"She said she never set out with any plan, but subconsciously encouraged the evolution that led to them having sex. Even the bathroom scene was no accident. She made the call; she didn't answer a call. Furthermore, she only tried halfheartedly to free Jenny. She grabbed his cock because she wanted to hold it while they fucked. She stayed because she wanted to watch. Afterward, she masturbated. When Bonnie told me she was resolved to letting Daddy have his way with Jenny, I was pleased, relieved, and supportive. I told her it was the only course open. After that, each day brought a new and exciting story for her to relate.

"Daddy was unstoppable after that. He preferred to do his screwing in front of Bonnie, which was fine by her, though she never let on that it was. Her stories were so exciting that we began meeting in the bedroom for them. It wasn't long before we'd be fucking like rabbits while she recounted every detail for me. In those early sessions, typically, Daddy would have Bonnie undress Jenny and prepare her by applying the jelly to her two holes. He liked to start in Jenny's pussy, but end in her ass. He had Bonnie teach Jenny how to give a blow job. Bonnie demonstrated on Dad's cock. I came buckets when she told me this.

"Bonnie was nervous about confessing this to me, but my reaction told her it was okay. I coaxed the full story from her. She told how she sucked and jacked on his cock with Jenny looking on cheek to cheek with her. She taught Jenny to alternate between licking and sucking, always jacking the shaft. She told her to suck his balls. When he came in her mouth, Bonnie opened wide to show Jenny, then swallowed it slowly. I loved it.

"After that, when Daddy wanted a blow job, he'd summon Bonnie to give another lesson. Bonnie never refused, but would fetch Jenny and begin the lesson. Together, they'd work over his cock while he sat back watching mother and daughter take turns or apply their mouths together. One would suck the head while the other licked and kissed his shaft and balls. The cum was shared. Each got a few squirts, or if one took the whole load, they'd kiss and share it. Bonnie demonstrated how Jenny sucks cock by demonstrating on mine. I developed a strong desire for the real thing.

"This went on for over a week, each day getting better and better as far as Bonnie getting involved. She not only stripped and greased Jenny, but used her fingers to open up her asshole for him, sometimes while he screwed Jenny in the cunt. With two fingers up Jenny's ass, she could massage Daddy's cock while it stroked inside the pussy. When he pulled out of pussy, Bonnie guided it to her ass. With my support, Bonnie became an enthusiastic and eager helper in the act. She dropped all pretense about not liking her role.

"I confessed that I found it exciting as well, and encouraged her to go further and get nastier with them. She was delighted to hear that, because she wanted to instigate a scene. She wanted to surprise me. She warned that it might lead to her and Daddy having sex. I told her to go for it with my blessing. She did.

"Bonnie had always waited for Daddy to make the first move, but she wanted to surprise him with her new attitude. He went for a short walk and Bonnie set to work. She stripped Jenny, applied makeup, did her hair, and jellied both holes liberally. She also stripped, did her hair and makeup, then, for an added touch, shaved her pussy bare. When Daddy walked in the front door, he was confronted by the sight of two naked females, one atop the other, shooting him the widest bare beavers, all greased up and shiny.

"Bonnie sat on the sofa with Jenny on her lap, laid back against her chest. Bonnie's legs were each out at right angles, resting on the sofa's cushions. Jenny's legs rested on Bonnie's. Dad took one look at this sight, smiled, and dropped his pants. He fucked them both alternating between mother and daughter pussy. He'd give Bonnie a few strokes, then give Jenny a few. He came in both cunts, rested for an hour, then fucked Bonnie alone in my bed with Jenny watching. Jenny soon joined in, using her hands on their joined genitals.

"After the fuck, Daddy and Bonnie rolled onto their backs and watched Jenny amusing herself with their messy parts. It was while watching Jenny scooping sperm from Daddy's crotch to stuff up her mother's cunt that Bonnie suggested he start doing things to Jenny in front of me. He was unsure of doing that, but said he'd think about it. Jenny fist-fucked Bonnie to orgasm while he pondered her suggestion.

"Two days later, we were all in the living room watching TV. Dad had Jenny on his lap, as usual; and, as usual, she wore no panties. From my chair, I had a good view of his stroking hand as it made its way up her inner thigh. I could plainly see her swollen and red cunt. I saw the first contact and watched his finger slide easily in and go deep.

"Daddy kept an eye on my reaction. My reaction was unabashed interest, so he went further. He began finger-fucking her while she squirmed and made moaning noises. After ten or so minutes, he picked her up and carried her to his room, our former den. The den was the next room. He didn't shut the door. We heard everything. Bonnie came over and sat on my lap, taunting me to go look. I couldn't. I wanted to, but couldn't.

"She sat with me for a while, then said, 'They're making me horny. Would you be mad if I went in there?' I told her to go ahead. She smiled, got up, then smiled again and began removing her clothes. She did a sexy strip for me, then strutted her stuff into the other room. The sounds coming from that room drove me to beat off right there. Bonnie was very vocal, using the most obscene language. She was getting screwed at one point. I could tell, because she cried out, 'Oh, yes, fuck my pussy, Daddy!' I also knew when he was fucking Jenny because Bonnie would cry out, 'Yes, Fuck her little cunt, Daddy' or 'Fuck her ass, Daddy.'

The biggest shocker of all came when they emerged. Bonnie led Jenny by the hand. Both were naked and sweaty. She guided Jenny before me. Her little cunt, swollen and gaping open, oozed sperm that ran in trails to her tiny feet. I couldn't take my eyes off of Jenny's abused pussy. I never saw a more exciting sight, and she was proud to show it to me. She stood with her feet widely planted and jutted out her pelvis. She grew bolder and reached down with both hands to pry her lips open. Bonnie sat on the arm of my chair to watch along with me. I saw thick, viscous sperm ooze from her open hole to slither down one creamy, wet thigh. Smiling wickedly, she teased, 'Grandpa fucked me in my pussy, Daddy. This is his spermies leaking out of my cunt. He fucked Mommy in the pussy, too, didn't he, Mom?' Bonnie said, 'Yes he did, sweetheart. Tell Daddy what else Grandpa did to Mommy.' 'He fucked her mouth. He fucks her in the mouth all the time. Me too. We like it, huh, Mom?' 'Yes we do. We're Grandpa's whores, aren't we?' 'Yeah, we're both whores. We like getting fucked, especially together.'

"Dad stood at the doorway, taking this all in. We made eye contact. He emerged and came to stand beside Jenny, saying, 'Hal, I hope this doesn't upset you, but it's true. They are my whores, both of them. If I stay here, that won't change.'

"I told him I understood. After that, Daddy took either or both whenever the urge struck him. It was all out in the open. The best part was, I got to screw Jenny that night at Bonnie's urging. Jenny slept in our bed from then on and became an integral part of our sex life. Dad lived for three more years. Jenny outgrew us, and that's when I began hunting the young stuff. That's also when our marriage fell apart.

"Shortly after we opened our relationship by including Jenny, Bonnie developed the urge to get Jenny with her folks. She knew what would happen, and it did. Jenny got pregnant at twelve. That pissed me off, especially when I discovered that Bonnie knew they were trying to get her pregnant and assisted. Jenny fell right into the same life her mother had, being a pregnant child porno star. From there, we slowly drifted apart. Jenny and Bonnie went to live with Bonnie's folks at the age of fifteen. Bonnie and I divorced. Jenny now has six kids and no one knows who the fathers are. Like mother, like daughter, I suppose."

"Hal, that will keep me warm for many nights. Thanks."



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Photo Pro


Jenny took the divorce of her parents hard and sulked for weeks after Hal left. Twelve is a tough age to deal with the loss of a daddy and twelve was the first birthday without him. She seemed to be getting over it, though, and she was wise beyond her years having been sexually active since the age of eight. She not only missed her daddy, she missed her lover.

One rainy Saturday afternoon a month after his departure, Jenny came to join her mother at the dining table and blurted out, "Daddy's not my real daddy, is he?"

"I knew you'd figure it out one day. It's not like I tried to keep it a big secret. Christ, your father and I didn't meet until I was sixteen."

"I never knew when you guys met. I always thought you were sweethearts that got careless then married when you were old enough. It's no big deal, really; but who was the guy that got lucky?"

"Honey, I don't know who your father was, but I can narrow him to a field of seven men. Your Grandpa, my daddy, is a prime candidate."

"That's neat. Did he rape you?"

"No, he didn't rape me. He did use intimidation, cunning, and deception, though; and he did screw me two or three times a day during that time."

"What did he do, exactly? Come on, I told you about all the things Daddy did to me. Come on, tell me about my bad Grandpa and his band of merry perverts. I'm in the mood for a juicy sex story. I haven't had a good poke in over a month."

"Oh, all right. If you want a juicy sex story, I'll give you one that will drown your asshole. For your information, from the moment they learned I was pregnant with you, they took me out of school and kept me at home, naked, with my arms bound behind my back. I could do nothing for myself. I was fed, pottied, enemaed, twat-shaved, fucked, sucked, photographed, and mated to dogs on a daily basis; and all I could do was watch my tits and belly grow."

"Oh, God, Mother! I love it. Tell me the whole story, from the beginning. How did it start?"

"This all started when Daddy got into photography and built a studio out back. Mom wanted him to have a hobby after his medical retirement, and she fully supported his interest in photography. He went away to schools, took courses, and invested literally thousands in fancy equipment.

"One day, he asked me to be his model. He told me he wanted to take artistic pictures of me to enter in contests. I was so flattered, me, an art photography model at the age of twelve. At first, that's just what they were, art photos. Though many involved partial or total nudity, they were tastefully done. He entered my pictures in contests and won a few minor awards. Mom made a big deal out of the awards and displayed them proudly. The underground kiddie porn exchange discovered Daddy long before he received any real recognition. They wanted more graphic shots--frontal nudes and beaver shots. They paid in cash. Daddy really got into photography then. Mom thought it was great that Daddy turned pro."

"Mother, this is making me hotter than shit. I have to masturbate. I'm sorry, but I have to."

"Go right ahead. Comfy, now?"

"Yeah, now I am."

"Mom didn't know Daddy had a little home-grown porno business going, and he also had a local clientele. In her mind, Daddy was a professional art photographer with an international clientele. Had she ever just poked her head in his studio, she'd have known what was going on. The place was wallpapered with my pornographic pictures. Those pictures were in no way tasteful and grew progressively less so. It wasn't long before he had me doing the splits over a camera lens. He had me assume gymnastic poses, nasty poses designed to show my beaver. My tits weren't much to speak of at that time, about like yours are now, tittie buds, but I knew I had a pretty pussy. I knew we weren't making art, but I grew to enjoy posing for nasty pictures and showing my sexy pussy. They grow on you after a while.

"Before long, the weekly sessions took a pornographic turn, and grew progressively more pornographic as Daddy tried to fill customer requests. This trend, I didn't like, but Daddy was a pro at moving me along from one level to the next while blaming the escalation on demands of the market place. In no time he had me masturbating for the camera. He had me fucking myself in the ass with rubber dicks. He gave me enemas. He had me sucking his cock within a month. He fucked my ass the following month and took my cherry a week later. I was thirteen at that time, and I prayed Mom would find out what was going on and put an end to it, because I couldn't.

"When I stopped protesting, and he knew I wouldn't tell on him, he began inviting his porno buddies over for photo sessions. They only watched, at first, but they soon began to use me as well. This went on all through High School, and actually continued long after your dad and I were married."

"Wow, I guess Dad was right; you were getting it on the side."

"Side, back, front, up-side-down, and in every hole."

"Cool! But why did you keep posing for Grandpa after you got married?"

"Daddy blackmailed me with the pictures he had; and besides, I enjoyed the variety."

"So why did you stop?"

"After we started fucking with his dad, I didn't care about the blackmail, and I just got tired of being a sex toy for a bunch of dirty old men when I was getting all the sex I wanted right at home. I just quit."

"Did Grandma ever find out?"

"Yes, but not at first. The story is long, rather complicated, and more than a little bizarre. If you're in a hurry, I'll tell you about her some other time if you want to get right to the juicy parts."

"No, I've got plenty of time. I want to hear everything; besides, Grandma Stevens is my favorite relative. She's the one who encouraged me to show my pussy to grown men. I'd really like to know how she fits into this."

"Well, that doesn't surprise me. Okay, I'll start at the beginning, but you have to realize that she was not the woman that you know today. When I was a young girl, she made Mary Poppins look like a whore. Mom was very excited when Daddy and I began working together, and she cleared three walls in anticipation of creating a gallery of award-winning photos to go with the plaques and trophies. When she saw the first picture to win an award, she blushed and said how nice it was, then placed the picture in a box. It wasn't bad at all. It showed nothing. It's just that I had nothing on.

"After that, Mom just wanted the awards, not the pictures, and she wanted nothing to do with the studio out back that produced them. That was fine with Daddy. Still, she saw plenty but never acknowledged what she saw for what it was. This was my biggest frustration. Imagine standing before a cop with a mugger behind you. The mugger has a gun in your back and is wearing a ski mask. You have your hands high, and the cop doesn't notice anything unusual. That's what my home life was like for me. Mom either had a classic case of chronic denial syndrome, or she was the most naive human on Earth. I never found out which it was. She played her part well if she was aware from the start. I honestly don't think she suspected a thing. She was way too sweet and innocent for what was going on, and far too maternal to turn a blind eye."

"There must have been some close calls."

"There were many, for any normal person. To show how naive she was, or how effective her mental block was, imagine this. It's two in the morning. I am almost fourteen. I come in through the kitchen door walking stiff and bowlegged with a small towel wrapped around me. Daddy is walking behind me carrying the clothes I'd worn when I went out to the studio with him and six men earlier that evening.

"She had just gotten up for a drink of water and unexpectedly met us in the kitchen. She eyed me all over, sees my hair mussed and matted with semen, cum all over my face, trails running down my neck, and gobs of slimy white goo running down both legs. She looks to Daddy and says, "Walter, you shouldn't keep Bonnie up past midnight on a school night. I don't see why photo art has to involve such long sessions, or why it has to be so messy."

"What did she think that mess was?"

"I don't know, but Daddy told her it was cream to protect me from the hot lights, and that the container got dropped and splashed me. She bought this story and even helped wipe the cream off with a wash rag."

"Didn't she notice the cream was coming from your pussy?"

"My asshole, too? And yes, but she didn't say anything about it. She went right to work and wiped my legs, face, and neck. Daddy stood by watching with an amused grin. He, in fact, suggested she check between my legs and told her that's where most of the cream went. She nervously removed the towel and knelt before me. Daddy reached down and took me by the right ankle, then lifted my foot high over my head. I was doing the sideways splits with my beaver in her face, holding onto his waist."

"Holy cow! Was he trying to get busted?"

"He wasn't trying not to. You can imagine the obscene view she had. She saw how red, open, and swollen my pussy was. She must have seen the red hand prints from where they'd spanked me. I'm sure she noticed my asshole still stretched and open. I could feel gobs of the stuff oozing from both holes. She dabbed at my pussy, dabbed at my asshole, then made a wiping pass along my crack. Daddy was enjoying himself, and in no hurry to end the game. He held me in that position for a good five minutes. Mom stayed in place and caught each new dribble as it appeared. So, you see, Daddy didn't have much to worry about from her."

"Mom, Grandma had to know. Nobody is that stupid."

"I don't know. I think she refused to see what her eyes were showing her. Daddy offered an explanation, a dumb one I'll grant you, but an explanation. I think she latched onto his explanation like a life ring thrown to a drowning woman."

"Okay, but how did he explain the hand prints on your ass?"

"He didn't need to. Daddy had always been a strict disciplinarian. He'd spank me on my bare ass with his hand, and sometimes with a belt for the most minor infractions. Mom hated seeing him do that to me, so she'd leave the room. I suppose she figured I'd given him some back talk during the shoot. She knew Daddy would be a hard task master to work for."

"I guess, but I still can't see how she could not put two and two together."

"At that time, I don't think she could have dealt with the reality, so she didn't see any twos to add up. She was into collecting ceramic poodle miniatures, doing needlepoint, Camp Fire Girl fund raising, and organizing Tupperware home parties. I don't think sex ever entered her mind, and the woman wouldn't say the word shit if she had a mouthful."

"She will now."

"Yes, but the woman you know as Grandma is not the same woman that raised me to the age of fourteen. I'm telling you, she was living in a world of her own creation. In her mind, we lived in Mr. Rogers' neighborhood, and she was Susie Homemaker who lived by the glen."

"I can't even picture that."

"Well, that's exactly how she was. Daddy went out of his way to make her realize what he'd been doing with me. I could see he wanted to turn her world in-side-out, and he found her denial amusing. While she was wiping sperm from my twat, he said, 'It looks a lot like sperm, doesn't it?' She admitted it did. He said, 'It tastes like sperm, too. Taste some. Go on, it's safe. Taste it!' I watched Mom lick some from her finger. With a face blushing red, she agreed. He then said, 'Yeah, by the looks of things, with all that spermy stuff leaking out of her pussy and asshole, you'd think we were out there fucking her, huh?'

"Mom blushed a deeper red, but said, 'I thought no such thing, and I do wish you wouldn't use those vulgar words in front of Bonnie. She's just a child.'

"I asked Daddy about Mom's strange behavior the following day, and he said, 'If she don't know what's going on, she's a bigger fool than I thought. On the other hand, she knows I won't stop, and knows better than to try and stop me. She's going to see what she wants to see.'

"His assessment appeared correct. There were numerous instances when she'd see me coming in late and totally naked in the company of Dad and several men, and usually leaking semen down my legs to my heels, making pecker tracks on her waxed floor as I padded through on bare feet. I didn't want to believe she knew what was happening to me but was too intimidated and insecure to say or do anything about it. That seemed to be the case, though."

"Mother, why didn't you just come right out and tell her what they were doing?"

"Daddy made me promise not to ever tell a soul."

"And you felt you had to honor a promise to a child molester?"

"He was my dad, Jenny. You of all people should know the position I was in."

"But I did tell you."

"Yes, but I knew from the start. You only told me about the things I missed out on. The situations between you and me and my mother and me were totally opposite."

"Yeah, I keep forgetting she was different back then and you weren't a pervert back then."

"Thanks a lot."

"Well, you are a pervert. You even admitted it."

"I guess I did, didn't I. Well, I wasn't a pervert back then and I was never a kid like you. I wasn't shy about my body or posing nude for pictures, but when the posing took a nasty turn, I thought of myself as a good girl who was forced to do bad things with perverted men. Keep in mind, at this point we were only two or three months into the sexual activity, and the sessions with other men present were only a month old. I was waiting for Mom to wake up. I figured nothing would change, but she'd at least insist they use rubbers."

"Okay, Mom, you're right. I can see where your head was. I still don't understand hers, though."

"I didn't either. I tried to rationalize her behavior. I knew she was very gullible and naive, and she knew art photography involved nude modeling and was a respectable field. She thought Daddy's cronies were art people and photography experts and that seeing me naked was necessary and essential. I think she figured they thought nothing of seeing a nude child model."

"Could you just walk around the house, naked, with men there?"

"Not at first, but after that late night scene in the kitchen, Daddy thought it was cool to flaunt their activities in front of her. The men thought the game was fun, too. The sessions would start in the house and go to the studio only after everyone arrived. Daddy decided I should wait naked. He'd have me stripped and sitting on the dining table before the first man arrived.

"Mom wasn't happy about Daddy stripping me in the house, but she remained quiet about it and even served coffee. The men would gather around our large oval dining table and drink coffee for thirty minutes to an hour before going out to the studio. They would gather again for an after-shoot beer and bull session that sometimes lasted into the early morning. Mom joined these sessions, but she kept a low profile whenever photo business was being prepared or discussed.

"While waiting for everyone to arrive, the men talked photography, discussing the upcoming shoot with their attention focused on me. I was, after all, sitting naked in the center of the fucking table. They discovered that even if they touched me openly in intimate areas, Mom wouldn't raise an eyebrow. They kept pushing the limits, trying to get her to crack. Daddy encouraged them to try and assured them that whatever her complaint was, he could smooth things over.

"At first, they posed me in what they called aesthetic poses, discussing my photogenic qualities. They also discussed lighting and shadow for the upcoming shoot. They played their roles to the hilt and used all kinds of technical lingo that no one understood. They also used clinical terms for my female body parts.

"I suppose, to Mom, the strange pre-shoot warm-up routine looked proper and professional. Even when they made me sit back and expose a spread beaver, or used their fingers to trace shadow and highlight areas on my pussy. She might blush, look away, go after coffee, but she never raised an objection."

Jenny made a face of disbelief and said, "Mom, that's incredible. She watched men touching your pussy and never said anything about that? She had to be in on it."

"No, not then she wasn't. There would be no reason to hide. I'd be the only one she was hiding that fact from, and she didn't need to hide from me. I was no threat to anyone at that point. I was whipped. I totally accepted my lot in life as a sexual plaything for a group of child molesters. Like I said, I had no hope of ending it. I just wanted Mom to lay down some rules, mostly to keep me from getting pregnant."

"What made you think she could?"

"I just knew she could if she'd just open her eyes. Dad even said that if Mom ever flat put her foot down their little party was over, but he also said he could talk her out of flat putting her foot down, or get her to set it down gently. I believed that, too, and knew she would never tolerate those men intentionally putting their sperm in my pussy."

"She had to be suspicious by then."

"No, not even when their attentions centered more and more on my intimate anatomy. By the way they acted, you'd think art photography was the art of photographing a young girl's beaver. This was typical. A guy would be toying with my clit while Mom asked him if he cared for a warm-up for his coffee. The closest she got to objecting was when a guy stuck his finger up my ass. He didn't keep that finger still, either. He finger-fucked my asshole with Mom looking on. She meekly said, 'Is that really necessary?' Daddy said, 'That's called rectal enhancement. Probing the rectum produces a prominence and swelling in the sphincter muscle which results in better shadow effects, dear.' Her response was, 'Oh.'"

Jenny said, "Oh? You've got to be kidding. This could be a funny movie if the story were halfway believable. I think you're jerking my chain, Mom."

"I'm not kidding. This is all true, I swear to you. To top it off, she apologized for questioning the man's motives. She said, 'I'm so sorry. Every time I think something bad is going on, there turns out to be a perfectly rational explanation. As you can tell, I know nothing about this field.'"

"Oh, that's too much, Mom. How did anyone keep a straight face?"

"They didn't, and she was always asking, 'What's so funny?' The next time we had a session, they laid me out on the dining table with my knees drawn up and pulled back. I had a man holding each leg wide and pressed down on the table top. Mom came over to see what was up and looked shocked to see me in such a vulgar and vulnerable position. Another man stepped up and started masturbating me, feeling my pussy all over, poking his fingers deep inside, rubbing and pinching my clit, pulling on my clit, in fact. At one point, he had his two middle fingers thrust in to the palm, demonstrating to Mom that I was no virgin. Mom stood by and watched him do this and finally asked in a concerned voice, 'What is the purpose in doing that to her?'

"Daddy says, 'It's like the anal stimulation technique. Massaging the vagina brings out the vaginal highlights by stimulating blood flow. This makes the vagina blossom into full prominence and produces the best photo effects when combined with proper lighting. What were you thinking, Beth? Dirty thoughts again?'

"Mom said, 'Oh, no! Absolutely not. I was not questioning the practice. I knew what he was doing to Bonnie had to be for a good reason. I was just curious, that's all.'"

"Mom, I think Grandma was jerking your chain. That would be just like her, too."

"That's possible, but totally out of character for her back then. You could read the genuine anxiety in her face when she saw something inappropriate going on, but as soon as any explanation was offered, relief flooded over her. I doubt she could act that well, even now."

"I sure wish I knew her back then. I'm sorry, Mom, but this is very funny, besides being a super turnon."

"It gets funnier then, so stick around."

"I'm not going anywhere. Tell me more."

"After a shoot I'd play waitress at the beer and bull sessions, either naked or wearing a sexy costume that left the key parts exposed, usually high heels and a dog collar. Cum would leak out of me for an hour, so the insides of my legs stayed wet and shiny. I made a point of giving Mom good looks at my inner thighs and shiny wet ass as I made my way around the table. I also kept any marks I had on me in plain sight. In particular, I wanted her to see the marks made by alligator clips that they often placed on my nipples, clit, or labia lips. Those damn things left bright red teeth imprints that lasted for days. Right after a shoot, the angry marks were positively unmistakable as to what caused them.

"No matter how brazen I was in my efforts to show what they'd done to me, my efforts were in vain. Mom either looked away or pretended not to see. I filled as many glasses as I could by getting in next to Mom and leaning out with a leg raised to counterbalance me. She had to see. There were times when my nearest nipple was in her face, and I'd get sperm on her knees from my wet thighs."

Jenny offered, "That's unreal. She had to be suspicious, at least."

"I'm sure she was, but she never let on. Her demeanor never changed. She never even commented on those ridiculous spike heels I had to wear. She observed everything but saw nothing. Her eyes would light on a man's finger going up my twat or on my nipple being twisted in a vise-like grip into gross distortion. She'd take in the sight, then jerk her eyes away. She got a peek at everything, but would not stare.

"When Mom began joining in on the after-shoot bullshit sessions, acting totally at ease, laughing at their crude jokes, and ignoring all the finger-fucking, ass slapping, tit squeezing, and nipple twisting that was a constant, the guys began treating her as one of the guys. Abuse followed me wherever I went, and Mom was as likely as anyone to slap my bright red fanny or tweak a sore nipple as I passed by. When Mom started abusing me, that really freaked me out, mostly because she was still in denial, and still her regular self."

Jenny sat forward, still playing with her pussy, and said, "Okay, how do you explain her behavior at those bullshit group gropes. If she wasn't an active partner in crime, who explained away the crude behavior at those bull sessions? What they were doing had nothing whatsoever to do with photography."

"Actually, she explained it away after the first one she joined in. She'd sat through several, just smiling, but one day she joined in and felt real bad afterward. That was the only time she took me aside and discussed anything related to my sexual abuse. After the men left and Daddy turned in, she came to me in my bedroom. She sat on my bed and stroked my hair, then told me not to let their crude behavior bother me. She said that men were just grown-up boys when they got together over beer, and that they act silly and nasty, and that this conduct was something we women had to learn to accept about them. She said that even professionals will act like drunk sailors when they decide to unwind, and that's all it was. She said, 'I'm just trying to fit in and make them feel comfortable. I didn't want you to think I enjoyed watching them treat you that way, sweetheart.'"

Jenny said, "She rationalized finger-fucking and tit torture."

"Keep in mind that she'd accepted finger-fucking as a professional act done as part of a warm-up to a photo-shoot. Except for nipple twisting and fanny slaps, they weren't doing anything at their bullshit session that they hadn't already done on the table earlier. The only difference was, the pre-shoot warm-up activities were a professional act; whereas the things they did to me at the bullshit session was men just being playful and crude. She felt she needed to explain and console me about the latter, but never brought up the former."

"What about the nipple torture?"

"She never mentioned anything about those marks made by the alligator clips; but personally, I think those blood red marks, more than anything else, helped break down her wall of denial. She was trying to fit alligator clips into her new world order, but she couldn't make them fit."

"I didn't think you could explain her behavior away, but that would do it, I suppose. It makes sense to me."

"It did for her, anyway, and I truly believe she was sincere. That was when I first noticed her changing. She was shifting from denial to rationalization, and her personality was changing as a result. You could see the stress she was under as her world of denial crumbled around her. She was very relieved when I told her I understood. She let out a big sigh of relief and said, 'I'm so glad you understand. I just want to fit in with the group, Bonnie, and you saw how excited the guys got when I slapped your fanny and called you a little trollop. You were being such a good sport about all the abuse they were dishing out. I figured a little slap and pinch here and there couldn't hurt. It meant so much to them to know I wasn't an old fuddy-duddy sitting in judgment of them having a little harmless fun with my little girl.'"

Jenny took renewed interest, sitting up, saying, "Wow, Mom, that tells me a lot. When she could no longer deny what was going on and knew she couldn't stop it, she had to figure out a way to live with it."

"Exactly, that's rationalization, and I understood, even at that age. I had to reassure her several more times that I understood completely, and that I thought nothing of her slaps and nipple twists; which, by the way, were as hard and cruel as the guys were doing. She really laid it on after she won their approval. She hurt me, and she knew it. She needed to hear me tell her that her abuse of me was okay, and I told her several times before she could accept that.

"Weeks earlier, Daddy gave me permission to answer truthfully to any question Mom posed, but said I couldn't volunteer any information. There were times, after a photo-shoot, that she'd see angry red welts made by a whip. These lasted throughout the week, and I'd do my best to keep them on display throughout the week. She never commented on them, so when she asked for my okay, I took another stab at getting through to her, saying, 'You can't hurt me, Mom. My breasts, nipples, and vagina are accustomed to very rough treatment. I am tough as nails, now, so do whatever you feel you need to do to make our guests comfortable. I won't mind, honest.' I added, 'Also, you can call me any name in the book. I know you are only saying those things to fit in and be one of the guys. You have to verbally abuse me and physically abuse me if you want to be accepted as one of them."

Jenny said, "Don't tell me she didn't catch that hint."

"She did, but she didn't want to discuss it. She just thanked me again and told me what a trooper I was."

"That pretty much told you where she stood on the physical abuse though, didn't it?"

"Yes, but I knew she wouldn't try to stop the beatings and physical torments. She'd known for some time that they were working me over in that studio. She could have attempted to stop them long ago, but didn't. No, I was hoping to start a dialog that would lead to a full disclosure, exposing all the perverted activity. I still thought, at that point, that she might curtail or severely restrict the intercourse if she were confronted with the fact that they were fucking me without protection. I still wanted birth control and felt certain she'd insist on that much, at least. I did lose faith in that conviction after our talk, though. I didn't think she was capable of drawing any lines.

"Having Mom join their bull sessions was a major breakthrough for them, and their nasty little game took a radical leap after she joined in the abuse. In the studio, they had a good laugh over their successes. Daddy told them that he bet they could fuck me and get Mom to go along. They bet money on it and selected a volunteer to try at the next session. They wanted to see anal and vaginal sex, with orgasm, right in front of Mom. Daddy already had Mom in the habit of giving me my enemas prior to a shoot, so my asshole would be ready for a big cock. He told her he wanted my colon clean to flatten my abdomen. She gave me enemas until I shit clear water.

"At the next session, Mom stood close by and watched everything. She obviously felt welcome, because she used to hang back out of the way. I was laid out on the table like a lab frog and getting both my ass and pussy fingered by several of the men at once, a gang finger bang that looked anything but professional. Two others played roughly with my titties. Mom appeared comfortable with what they were doing and would smile from time to time to let them know she wasn't bothered. I remember her saying, 'Boy, that ought to get her blood flowing, for sure.'

"Someone said, 'You know, the French use the natural technique. They will only use a real penis for anal and vaginal enhancement. They do get amazing results, you've got to admit that.' Another one added, 'They are the world's best. They must know something we don't.' Another said, "That's how DuPree won the Googleheim. He used the French method with a model younger than Bonnie.'

"Daddy said, 'Well, damnit, I'm not willing to play second fiddle to a bunch of Frenchies. Honey, I want to try this French technique with Bonnie. She wants to be the best. She has worked hard to be the best. I'm sure she's willing to do anything it takes, but I want your okay if we're going to go all the way with her.'

"Mom said, 'I don't understand. What do you mean, go all the way?' He says, 'Go all the way, dear, as in use a real penis the way it's supposed to be used, the natural way to stimulate a vagina.' 'Oh my, ' she says as they all stared, waiting to hear her reply. I was waiting as anxiously as they were, because this was my chance to get some protection before it was too late.

"Mom agonized over her response, but finally said, 'Well, this is your profession. I suppose you know what's best. I'm sure you'll be careful and take precautions. If Bonnie is willing, and you want to try this French method, I guess you'll need privacy.'"

Jenny folded her arms and sat back, though keeping her knees wide, saying, "Okay, Mom. This has got to be where Grandma joins them all the way. I'm not buying it if you say she didn't."

"Why not? Honey, keep in mind that for two weeks she'd been watching me getting fingers and dildos shoved deep in my ass and cunt. A live penis was no great escalation by then. She had to know I had no hymen. Daddy was a pro at bringing you along one baby step at a time. If they'd pulled that shit just one week earlier, I know she would have freaked out. I wasn't surprised at all; besides, this group was our social circle. We had no other friends. She wanted to be part of their group. She certainly didn't want to act the spoiler when what they were asking for wasn't that big a deal."

"I suppose, but I'm sure she knew the score."

"She did, and she remained anxious after Daddy's explanation. I could tell she wasn't buying the French method. Anyway, Daddy said, 'Honey, these men are professionals in this field. Modesty is not an issue. Aesthetics is all that matters. You should stay; you're part of the team. You needn't be embarrassed, and you may be able to assist. We are going to do this right, or not at all, right guys?'

"All of that crap he was shoveling her way was just to introduce those five words: you're part of the team. He knew exactly what she needed to hear to get her to go along with their transparent scheme. He was a real pro at manipulation, Jenny. They all sounded off with affirmatives without ever asking me how I felt about the plan. The volunteer stood, brought out his eight-inch stiff cock, and stroked the shaft. They slid me to the table's edge, and he placed the head of his cock at my pussy with Mom standing right beside him. He rubbed that throbbing cock around the wet opening of my twat, while Mom stared with eyes wide, her hand covering her mouth.

"Under her intense scrutiny, he went right in to his balls after a brief period of stirring my juices, proving that I had no hymen. He fucked my pussy in long deep strokes, as Mom stared in open-mouthed awe. I tried hard not to show so much as a flinch or let out a tiny grunt. I clearly demonstrated that my pussy was no stranger to his eight-inch cock. Mom's eyes were riveted to my stuffed pussy getting fucked by the only cock she'd seen other than Daddy's six-incher. He screwed me hard for a few minutes, then dropped down to my asshole. Once in position, he grasped my hips and pulled until the head popped in."

Jenny attacked her cunt with renewed vigor and cried out, "Fucking a little girl's ass, right in front of her Mommy. I love it!"

"Mom was truly amazed by what she saw. Butt fucking was not in her vocabulary or life experience. She seemed fascinated by the sight of a big dick penetrating my asshole without so much as a grunt from me. He began a fucking motion and soon had six inches sawing in and out of my well-conditioned asshole. Daddy said, 'It's working. I can see a difference guys. This is the secret all right. Keep that up. Go all the way in. Don't hold back; you're getting there.' He slid right in to the balls."

"He was actually screwing eight inches of cock in your ass and she said nothing?"

"Not a word. I swear. Not only that, after Daddy's encouraging words, the guy slammed into my ass and began fucking me hard and fast until he came--half in, and half out of my ass. Quite a bit of cum was deliberately shot right at my wide open pussy crack. One of the guys reached over and pulled my cunt lips open for him. Daddy explained the cum shot away as an occupational hazard that was unavoidable and to be expected. He asked for another volunteer as Mom went dashing for a rag.

"Another guy stepped up, drew out a larger cock, and inserted the head in my spermy pussy before Mom could wipe off the cum. He pumped his shaft and rubbed my clit, pushed the head in, drew back out, then rubbed the head through my slit. He got his cock good and wet with the other guy's sperm, then shoved his cock in. He gradually pushed all the way in as Mom made an anguished face."

"That's fucking great!"

"So is your cunt, Jenny. Do you think you can get your legs any farther apart?"

"The splits aren't wide enough for you? What's the matter; you can't quite see my tonsils?"

"Get smart with me, Jenny, and the story ends here."

"I'm sorry! I'm real, real sorry. Please don't stop now!"

Bonnie smiled knowingly, then said, "He fucked me hard for a good ten minutes. Daddy said, 'If you feel like you are going to ejaculate, try to pull out and deposit the stuff where it won't cause a problem. She's just a child, and we don't have any rubbers.' Mom offered to go to the drug store and get some, but Daddy just blew that off with something about rubber not being natural. Minutes later, he came in my pussy after stepping up his efforts to reach a climax, pulling our loins tightly together for the cum shot, grunting with each jet he squirted in my womb."

"Oh, Yes! Cream the little girl's womb while Mommy watches. Too much!"

"Mom wasn't exactly helpless. She could have ended their game if she'd pitched a bitch. She appeared visibly shaken by this blatant disregard for the rules she and Daddy sorta laid down. When he withdrew, she wiped angrily at the sperm seeping out from my abused pussy hole, then looked to Daddy to chastise the vulgar man. Daddy said, 'Oh well, accidents happen.' When she heard Daddy blow it off so casually, she instantly stopped her angry display and simply patted the rag to my twat."

"Do you mean she had nothing to say to this man after he intentionally shot his wad in you?"

"All she said was, 'Let's try not to have anymore accidents.' The next guy pulled out but came on my twat. Mom got a clean rag to wipe up the mess, but the guy wouldn't get out of the way. While she waited patiently, he remained in place and used his wilting dick to play in his sperm. Before long, he was stuffing sperm inside. He took his time and didn't stop until his dick gave out. She then wiped up what little was left outside, while the men watched with amused grins."

"Uh! Oh! Oh yes!"

"She stepped aside for the next guy and went to rinse the rag. He made no attempt to avoid cumming in my twat. He actually announced that he was about to cum, then pulled himself in tight to put his load deep. Mom mopped what seeped out and stepped aside for another who did the same thing, only with more exaggerated flair, grunting and pumping his sperm deep. After he finished cumming, he remained lodged inside, plugging his load of sperm until his dick went soft, making her wait there with the rag at the ready while his sperm soaked into my womb."

"Oh! Oh! More!"

"The next guy tried to top that. He spent the whole time jacking off while rubbing the head of his cock in my spermy cunt lips. When he was ready to cum, he announced the fact, then centered his cock at my pussy hole. He put the head in and pumped his load out with his fist jacking the shaft."

"Oh, God, I'm going to cum!"

"Daddy was last and determined to top everyone. He put the head of his cock in my cunt, than placed Mom's hand on his shaft and asked her to do her thing. Mom got into the job after an uncomfortable start. She obviously knew her business, because she knew exactly how to pace the strokes. Mom's fist banged against my sloppy twat as she brought Daddy off. She milked Daddy's spend into my overflowing snatch."

"Oh Jesus! OH JESUS! Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming sooooo good."

Bonnie waited until she had Jenny's attention once again, then said. "I've seen you cum a hundred times, so don't hold your breath waiting for applause. That was fair."

"I'll try harder next time. I'm ready for another one. You know me, my second cum is always better than my first."

Bonnie resumed, "When he finished, Mom cleaned me thoroughly and stepped aside. Daddy said, 'Now look at that dear. See what a difference using a real penis can do? Look how flushed and alive her parts are. Look how her anus has opened and blossomed. See how her vagina is full and open like an orchid?'

"She said, unconvincingly, 'Yes, I see what you mean. If that's what makes a good picture, then you should get some good ones. I better take her into the bathroom and douche her vagina real good to wash out the accidents.'

"Daddy said, 'There's no time for that. Besides, I wouldn't want to tamper with perfection. Pregnancy is a risk we'll just have to take.'"

"Grandma must have freaked at this."

"No, but this is where she seems to have caught on and accepted the inevitable. I thought I detected friendly sarcasm in her voice when she said, 'Well, I suppose. I'm glad I bit my tongue, now. Boy, I sure would have felt foolish if I had voiced what I was thinking. I'm ashamed to even tell you gentlemen, but I actually thought you were trying to get my daughter pregnant. I feel so silly, now. You will get no further questions from me. I've learned my lesson.'

"The funny part was, after saying they had no time, they lounged around for an hour with my ass propped up on two cushions to prevent the sperm from coming out. They even had Mom get the cushions and do the propping. She was puzzled by their odd request, even more puzzled at their lack of haste. She said she wouldn't question them again, and they tested her. She passed the test.

"Mom's brow wrinkled when someone stuck his finger in my cunt, stirred the six loads I had in my vaginal well, and said, 'Just in case she is ovulating, we ought to give everyone's sperm an even chance at the egg, huh? May the best man win.'

"Mom didn't find that a bit funny. She gave no courtesy laugh and the closest thing to a scowl she gives. Later, Mom came around with the coffee pot, and Daddy said, "I think she's ready for another stir, dear. Would you mind?'

"She looked dumbly at him and said, 'You mean put my finger in there?' He said, 'Yes, and stir clockwise.' Mom set the pot down and timidly inserted her index finger. I could feel her slender feminine finger moving around in my twat as she said, 'Like this?' Here, let me show you, Jenny. Get up on the table and lie back. I'll get the cushions."

Jenny climbed onto the table and reclined with her legs hanging off the edge. Bonnie brought two sofa cushions and made Jenny pull her legs up and over her head. Bonnie propped the cushions under the small of Jenny's back, then said, "Now relax but keep your knees out wide. Keep your twat straight up. That's my girl. Okay, you've just been screwed by seven men; six came in your twat and you are one juicy Lucy. Here's what she did."

Bonnie inserted her right index finger and stirred clockwise, saying, "My, but you are one creamy-twatted bitch, aren't you?"

"Wow, that's neat."

Bonnie drew her finger out, then lightly flicked Jenny's clit, saying, "You sure have a cute little pussy, Jenny. Cute enough to eat with a spoon."

"Thanks, but I like it best when you eat with your fingers."

Jenny eased down from the table and resumed her seat. This time, she did not start right in masturbating, but sat with her knees together, eager to hear more.

Bonnie said, "Play with your pussy, Jenny. Make me a good spread. Yes, just like that. In fact, that's what Daddy said when Mom asked if she was doing it right. He said, 'Yeah, just like that. A minute should do.' She stirred the sperm while the guys suppressed smirks. She was called to stir the well five more times before we headed out to the studio. In the studio, they broke up into fits of laughter, mocking her, and repeating the things she said and did."

"Did she get you any protection?"

"She never mentioned it. I don't know why unless she thought that a thorough pussy washing would suffice, or whether Daddy nixed the idea. When we emerged from the studio, an hour later, Mom had the mugs on the table ready for the customary bull session. While in the studio, they decided to place a few welts on my ass and tits. They rarely hit me with the whip--two or three across my ass was about all they ever did. They weren't really into the S&M scene, but they had all the gear and filled requests from time to time. This time, they put at least a dozen welts on my ass, tits, belly, and thighs. Mom never saw anything like that before. I took the whipping without complaint, hoping this would shock her out of her complacency.

"She surprised us by her lack of reaction. If what they'd done upset her, she kept her feelings in check. I did notice that she did not loosen up as fast as the last time we met, but after three mugs of beer, she relaxed considerably and focused her attentions on my welts when I came near. She'd trace the lines with her finger while making some crude comment about me misbehaving during the shoot. Later, after her fourth beer, she'd drag a fingernail along a welt to watch me wince before delivering a hard slap on the welt. She ended up tracing and slapping every welt I had, and would finger my ass and pussy as the guys did."

Jenny giggled and said, "I'm sorry, Mom, but this shit really turns me on. I can picture Grandma trying to impress the guys after you told her that she can't hurt you. I'll bet you wished you'd thought that over more carefully."

"That's an understatement, Jenny. I'm like you, though. I respond to a good ass whipping, even some of their torture devices made me hot. Pain administered by someone who knows what they're doing can be a terrific experience, but Mom did not know what she was doing. No one ever hurt me as badly as Mom did, and I felt obligated not to cry or even cry out. Another thing, when the guys fingered me, they never made a big deal about doing it. They'd reach over, slip a finger in, hold me in place by my pussy or asshole, then slip out and let me move on. Mom, on the other hand, was vulgar. She made sure everybody saw where her finger went, then she'd fuck her stiff finger in and out, giggling, or saying something like, 'Oh, it feels all gooey in there, ' or, 'We must stir this up so the best man wins, ' or, 'Oops, can't make a baby in there; it's full of poo poo.'"

"Oh, that's too much! She was making a real ass of herself, wasn't she?"

"A huge ass, Jenny. Hell, I was embarrassed for her. After all I'd been through, I found her antics the most vulgar and childish of all. She was trying so hard to fit in. She was really pathetic. Whatever maternal feelings she had for me seemed to go right out the window after four beers. She returned to her old self the next day, though. Still, I knew she'd throw me to the wolves when they returned the following week."

"I'm curious; how did she act the next day? I mean, after what she'd seen and done to you, how could she be her old self?"

"She wasn't her old self like she'd been months earlier, or even a week earlier. She knew they were simply dirty old men molesting her child, but she also knew there wasn't a damn thing she could or would do about it. By this time, she was beyond denial and rationalizing, beginning a phase of acceptance. To speed this phase along, Daddy made me remain naked at all times while in the house. He also took me where and when he pleased, which was always where Mom would see. Furthermore, she had to see my welts constantly, so she could never put that night out of her mind. She handled the transition by simply not talking about it.

"When the guys showed up the following week, they started right in fucking me. Mom never lifted an eyebrow when they spermed my womb. She stirred the well between fucks and didn't wipe anything but the table after they finished with me. The guys spent the entire time in the studio preparing me for the bull session to follow.

"For this bull session, they dressed me in one of the S&M theme costumes. In addition to the five-inch spike heels, I wore large-weave fishnet hose, a leather garter belt, and a push-up matching leather metal-studded bra that presented my exposed nipples. My nipples had alligator clips on them with beaded bangles dangling from each. In addition, my clit was pulled out and clamped tightly in a wide spring clamp that they molded into the base of a giant India rubber cock that hung past my knees. This carefully detailed imitation cock was so obscene, especially dangling between my legs, swinging like an elephant's trunk, tugging on my clit with every step. I suppose they wanted to demonstrate what sort of photography they were doing."

"What a sight that must have made. This just gets better and better."

"They didn't stop there, either. They covered my body in lewd graffiti: vulgar messages, nasty cartoons, crudely-drawn replicas of genitalia, cocks shooting thick ropes of sperm, a girl sucking off a pony, a big dog fucking a very pregnant child named Bonnie. Mom was visibly stunned when she saw me, but tried hard not to show it. Her face was redder than I thought possible as she watched me hobble toward the table with a pitcher of beer. The men took seats and carried on as though this were a regular bull session. They ignored me for the most part, but Mom's eyes never left my body. She could not take her eyes off of me. She strained to read every word written, and visually devoured every drawing, especially the doggie scenes which were rather well-done.

"I saw her gradually adjust to my bizarre condition and giggle when Daddy took hold of my cock and made me dance in place on my tiptoes as the guy behind me repeatedly slapped my bare ass hard, making a loud crack with each fall of his hand. I moved around the table with guys tormenting my nipples, pulling on the clamps until my tits were pulled out thin at the ends. My ass took a beating as I made my way toward Mom. By the time I got to her, she was visibly aroused and eager to get hold of me. I knew I'd get no reprieve from her."

"Oh, god, Mom, I need something to fuck myself with. Where's your dildo?"

"In my night stand, top drawer, hurry."

Less than a minute later, Jenny plopped back in her seat with the clamp dong her mother had described in the story. She declared, "Oh, Mom, I love it. When we're finished, you simply must clamp this fucker on my clit and let me walk around."

"It will be my pleasure, sweetheart."

"Please go on."

"Go easy. I know you're not used to one a third that big. Okay, I arrived at Mom's place and she grabbed my nipple clamps, pulling me around by them to stand between her parted knees. She tortured my tits by pulling those bangles to better read what was written on and under my tits. She'd read aloud some nasty witticism, then berate me for being a nasty child. She'd swat my ass or slap my tit flesh, read another, and slap me again. She acted as though I wrote that shit on my body. The men howled, which only drove her on.

"She tired of slapping me after reddening me from my knees to my shoulders. She took me by the cock, hoisting me to the table top. She made me recline before her as she turned her chair to face my spread beaver. She pushed my legs back and told me to hold them wide open. The men sat forward, eager to see what she was up to. Mom unclamped the cock and laid it on my belly with the head between my tits, then rudely pulled my cunt lips open and peered inside my hole, saying, 'Have you been letting these men fuck you out there in that studio, Bonnie?'

"I said, 'Yes, Mommy.' She says, 'Oh, you nasty child. You nasty little whore.' She then gave my clit a hard shake and tug while pinching with her nails dug in, saying, "Oh, you are a nasty little whore, you are.' She probed my anus with her finger and said, 'And did you let them put their cocks in here, too?' I said, 'Yes, Mommy, there too.' She slapped my ass hard and cried, 'You filthy slut, you, letting grown men fuck you in the ass. No doubt you sucked on their cocks, didn't you? You sucked their cocks till they ejaculated in your mouth, didn't you? You sucked and swallowed their sperm right from their balls, didn't you? Didn't you, you cock sucking whore!' 'Yes, lots of times, Mommy. They've been fucking me and making me suck their cocks for over a month.'

She said, 'I'm not the least surprised, and I don't blame them one bit. I'm sure you led them on. I've been watching you closely. You are getting exactly what you deserve. If you think I'm going to stand in their way, you have another think coming, young lady. I'm going to see that you serve these gentlemen properly like a good little cock sucking whore should. I'll see that you beg for cock, and you'll beg them to squirt their sperm in your pussy where it belongs.'

"She took the rubber dong and fitted the head to my asshole, then worked that huge cock in until only two inches remained sticking out while saying, 'And when they fuck your asshole, you'll beg them to pull out and cum in your pussy where the sperm might do some good.' She then pulled me to my feet and smacked my ass, saying, 'We need more beer. Get busy, slut!'"

"OH! YES!"

"Their laughter rang in my ears as I shuffled to the kitchen. This turned into an all nighter, and I was thoroughly screwed in every hole before the sun rose. Mom tucked me in. In parting, she dug in my sperm-filled pussy, took out a sopping wet hand, and smeared the mess over my mouth, saying, 'I meant what I said. You're going to be a good little whore for our friends, aren't you?' Naturally, I nodded. Hell, I already was. You couldn't get much better. I licked her fingers clean, then she left smiling."

"Oh FUCK ME! Oh Mother fuck me! Oh shit, Christ, DAMN! I'm cummingggggggggg! Uh... uh... oh, oh, ahhh! Ahhh."

Jenny took longer to recover. When her eyes opened, Bonnie said, "Not bad. We're almost finished. Wanna stop here?"

"No, go on."

"After that, our photo sessions always began with a gang bang in front of Mom. They dropped all pretense of professional conduct. The men actually stripped naked from the start, parading around, stroking their erections, and placing me in obscene positions for screwing, butt fucking, or cock sucking, sometimes, all three at once. They also stopped using clinical terms. It was fucking, and that's what they called it. My vagina became a pussy or a cunt, and my anus was my asshole. Even Mom began using the term, fuck, and referring to my vagina as a pussy. And they could cum where they pleased, but Mom had a preference for my pussy."

Jenny said, "Yep, Grandma was onboard."

"Oh, yes. Even I was onboard by then. I knew I was going to get pregnant, and I fully accepted that fact. Mom dropped all pretenses. She sat in on the photo-shoots and suggested poses that were every bit as obscene as those the guys came up with. It was her idea to bring dogs into the act. We ended up owning four that I serviced daily, whether filming or not. She also suggested that they take shots of me eating her pussy. She especially liked having me eat her while I was being screwed by a dog. Eating Mom's pussy was also a daily occurrence."

"Oh shit, Mom! You're going to make me cum again!"

"Oh, you like the idea of a daughter eating her mother's pussy." Bonnie lifted her skirt and spread her legs to expose her naked wet beaver, saying, "Go for it, baby!"

Jenny pounded her pussy with the huge dong and cried, "Mother, you filthy fucking whore! Oh, you fucking bitch. You sick slut, you! Oh God, I love it! I love it! Oh yesssss! I'm cummingggggg!!!"

Bonnie returned her feet to the floor and dropped her skirt with a knowing smile. She watched Jenny slowly recover and struggle to sit up. Jenny blushed self-consciously, smiled, and said, "We're both sick. I hope you know that."

"Yes, I know that."

"I hope you're finished, because I can't take anymore."

"We're almost done, but there's a good six inches you aren't using."

"I tried, believe me, I tried. Okay, I'm ready for more."

"Those men were welcome to drop in and screw me any time, day or night. We had orgies, lots of orgies, and somewhere in all that fucking, one of those little sperm cells cracked the egg and made little Jenny. Now you know."

"Wow, think of the competition that one sperm had to fertilize the egg. I feel so special."

"You are special, Jenny. On Father's Day, you have your work cut out for you."

"Yeah, and I think I'd like to leave it that way. I don't want to know which one it was. Is there any chance we could all get together for a family reunion?"

"They aren't all available. I think one died and one moved away, but Daddy can bring what's left together, and they still have two of the dogs. I can't guarantee those guys will behave themselves, but the dogs are well-trained."

"I want guarantees that they won't."

"That, I can guarantee." Bonnie, once again, presented Jenny with an obscene spread beaver, and said, "Right now, you can begin making up to me for eight hours of intense labor. Your time begins when your lips seal themselves to my cunt, you cunt-sucking little whore."

Jenny smiled then got to her knees and crawled forward, but that's another story.



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Confessions of Adultery


My husband and I have endured numerous relocations with his job. He opens new territories for his company. We have been married for sixteen years and have seven children; girl 2; girl 4; girl 6; boy, 8; boy 11; girl 13, boy 15. As you can see, they are evenly spaced and each was born in a different area of the country. In addition, each has a different father. My husband has good reason to doubt that any are his, though he has never confronted me with his suspicions.

The reason is simple. During our entire marriage, Mark has used condoms when we make love. For most of our marriage, I have had a lover on the side, at least one in every area we lived. I never ask my lovers to use protection. Mark is well aware that I take a lover. He doesn't ask questions, and I offer no explanations.

I cheat and he has learned to live with it and accept my infidelity as a fact of life. I love being pregnant, especially by another man's child. I get a rush by handing my husband the newborn bastard, christened after the real father, my current lover, a name well-known to my husband.

Aside from that one quirk, we have a loving relationship and enjoy having a big family. He makes good money. We do a lot of things together. The children are good kids. Everything is fine so long as I can sneak away from time to time and fuck my brains out. It is my pressure relief valve. An adulterous pregnancy is a fringe benefit.

Things changed when we moved to Houston. I always suspected that my super-straight hubby derived a perverse thrill from my behavior. He raises bastards too well. I never felt the urge to draw him out. Why look a gift horse in the mouth?

When we moved to Houston, I immediately began prowling the area for a potential lover and father for our eighth child. I prefer married professionals who can treat me right and have more to lose than me if they start trouble or want to get serious. It took four months, but I finally found him in one of Mark's coworkers, a man named Brian. I try to avoid men who know Mark, and I'd always made it a rule never to go after a company man. Brian was just too damned perfect. Besides being brutally handsome, he is bright, witty, cultured, and well-hung. Those combinations I can not resist.

I have no trouble attracting successful men. I look like a model, have big tits, a trim figure, and legs that belong on a bomber. I have long, flowing, chestnut hair; large, green eyes; full, pouting lips; and my vagina is my best feature. I keep it shaved, clean, and perfumed. Though it has passed seven kids through it, I exercise my vaginal muscles and can hold a slippery candle in me while standing with my legs wide apart. Every man I ever slept with goes bananas over my pussy. They like to look at it, touch it, lick it, smell it, mostly, they like to deposit their sperm in it. I have a squeeze box that craves sperm other than my husband's.

Once a month, Brian and I like to get a suite in a fancy hotel and spend a weekend fucking, eating, and talking. We talk more than with any lover I ever had. We talk about lots of things, but he is intrigued by my lifestyle and wants to know everything about it, especially about my various other lovers and the children they fathered.

He was particularly amused that I named each child after the man that fathered it. Even the girls got feminized male names. George fathered Georgette, my thirteen-year-old. Phil fathered Philis (not Phylis) my six-year-old. Bart fathered Bartina, my four-year-old. And the one he liked best was fathered by my most recent ex-lover, Harold--Haroldette, my two-year-old.

He admires the way I handle my affairs. I don't hide or sneak around. I go out on dates, get dressed up in slinky outfits, stay out all night and entire weekends, and always have my date pick me up at the house and return me. I hide nothing from my kids, my husband, my parents, or anyone else. If anything, I flaunt my infidelity. Brian admires me for my stand, and my flaunting turns him on. It turns me on as well.

The kids do ask a flurry of questions, though I always tell them it's none of their business who I'm going out with, when I'll be back, where we are going, why, how, when, what. You name it, they ask it. Even after all these years without answers, they still ask. The older ones have learned that asking questions about Mom's private goings-on will get them nowhere. They rarely bother. Mark never asks.

When I return from a date, the little kids hit me with another barrage of questions, especially when I look a mess, and I often do. I make no effort to hide the evidence. I can usually count on Steve, my oldest boy, or Georgette, my oldest girl, to shush them. They can ask the most embarrassing questions, like, "Mom, what's that sticky stuff in your hair?" or "How did you get snot on your legs?"

That sort of thing. I don't find these questions embarrassing in the least. Far from it. I go out of my way to inspire questions. I only smile in response. My kids like making me smile.

Mark never asks me a question, even if I stumble in drunk and half dressed at six a.m., or have semen running down my face, or leave a seminal wet spot in the bed, or leave my sperm-soiled panties in plain sight for days, or accidentally call him by my lover's name--an accident I have more often than accident can explain.

I also allow my lovers to call and leave messages with anyone; consequently, the family soon knows the name of the man I'm seeing regularly. My last lover, Harold, had a mischievous streak and liked to leave lurid messages with my oldest daughter, Georgette. She faithfully relayed his messages. He also liked to leave messages with Mark. I got one from Mark that said: Saturday night, eight p.m., no bra, no panties, no condoms.

Brian has no qualms about calling, either. Mark learned of my new lover right away, as Brian calls frequently. He prefers to leave a message. I have been home when Brian left cute but lurid little messages. He also enjoys picking me up and coming to the door, actually coming inside, a new twist, but one I enjoy very much. He talks to the children and Mark. When we return, he always sticks around for coffee.

After our first full weekend together, we came home at eight p.m. on Sunday night. All the kids were up. Mark had his hands full and wore an apron. I wore a blouse with three top buttons missing, no bra, no pantyhose, no panties, and I carried my shoes. My hair was a mess and sticking to my face from a marathon fuck right before we checked out. Brian's semen was smeared all over my thighs under my tight micro-short skirt.

Knowing how much Brian got off on the flaunting of my infidelity, I sat carelessly without adjusting my skirt and gave the kids a good look at my bare, sperm-covered pussy and slimy inner thighs. I'd never been so crude, but Brian inspired me.

The older kids would not say anything out loud, but Philis, the six-year-old, I knew would react. I made sure she noticed, and she exclaimed, "Mommy, you aren't wearing any panties? Where are your panties? What is all that wet stuff on your legs? Why? Where? Who?" I silenced her with a wave-off and smiled at Brian who smiled back. Mark wasn't smiling. He served coffee.

When Brian got up to leave, I walked him to the door. His arm was on my lower back and slipped lower down on my ass with each step. I looked up and smiled. At the door, he turned and placed both hands low on my ass cheeks. My back was to my family. He peered past my shoulder and quietly said, "We have a full audience."

"What did you expect? Is Mark watching, too?"

"Yes. I am sorely tempted to bunch up your skirt, put my hands on your naked ass, and give you a passionate kiss."

"What's stopping you? Are you afraid of Mark?" That challenge did not go unanswered. Brian boldly pulled the back of my skirt up (baring my ass totally) and grabbed big handfuls of my naked ass cheeks.

I teased, "Oh, you are a bold one, aren't you?" He squeezed, molded, and pulled my cheeks apart. I think he expected me to say something as he moved his fingertips low toward my sex lips. I pulled his loins tight against me, sensuously grinding my crotch on his hardon, and said, "I see you're into giving my kids an anatomy lesson. Kinky. I like that."

That was all Brian needed. His fingers reached my cunt and pulled the lips far apart. I could feel the cool air on my inner membranes and a thrill coursed through me as I realized what they were seeing. I cooed, "Now they know where the wet stuff is coming from."

Brian's lips came to mine and we melted into a deep, passionate, loin-grinding, soul kiss that lasted several minutes. All the while we kissed, Brian's fingers manipulated my sex for greater and greater exposure and obscenity. I gave myself over fully to this lurid display. We parted. He left. I turned to see that all of my kids had moved up to within a few feet of us, and they all had different reactions on their faces. The little ones were simply puzzled. The middle ones were amused. The two older kids looked a little shocked.

Mark wouldn't look at me. I ignored them all and simply went up to my bedroom. I didn't even pull my skirt back into place. I went upstairs undulating my naked ass.

This time Mark followed me up and walked in as I dropped my skirt to my feet. He said, "You created quite a scene. I think you need to talk to those kids." I turned to face him and drew my blouse over my head, tossing it to the floor. I stood boldly before him and watched his eyes go right to my glistening pussy. This was the closest Mark had ever came to confronting me and I thought it wise to nip it in the bud. I said, "They'll get over it. Tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. They'll have their old mommy back and all will be forgotten. It's always like that. This will be no different."

"It will not be forgotten, Linda. Kids don't forget things like what they just saw. That was nothing but lewd and crude."

"I hope they don't forget. I'd like to think I still have shock value. What I meant was, it will be forgotten in our day to day lives. This, too, shall pass."

"And what about the next time?"

I strode up to him forcefully, got in his face, and said, "What about the next time, Mark? You have accepted this situation from day one. You knew how I was when you married me. I had a lover all during our engagement. He went with us on our honeymoon. Steve is named after him. Yes, there will be next times as long as we are married. As for Brian, he is into this kind of thing. If I know him, this was just a prelude to bigger and better, more shocking displays. I don't want to go through this each time we part and he does something nasty for kicks. Adjust, darling. You have adjusted to much worse. I think you are just upset at the prospect of raising one more kid that looks nothing like you."

This last statement struck a nerve with him, and he immediately shut down and cooled off. It wasn't because I overpowered him. It was from my implied reference to the kids being fathered by my lovers. That is something we never openly acknowledged. Judging by the way a mild inference to that fact cooled his heels, I wondered what a direct statement would do. I had a powerful weapon in my arsenal that I never knew I had.

Mark became sweet, docile, affectionate, and submissive right after that. He tried to love on me, but I ignored him, amused by his sudden radical turn. I flopped on the bed and made sure my legs were obscenely sprawled in his direction. I peeked through my closed lids and saw Mark staring intently at the semen I could feel seeping from my cunt. A thrill coursed through me and inspired me to say, "If you want some pussy, Mark, don't expect a live body to go with it. I am exhausted. Have yourself a ball, but be sure to wear a condom."

I feigned sleep as Mark undressed and put on a condom. I grunted and yawned as he positioned me. I gave a slight disinterested moan as he entered me, and laid stock-still as he had his way with me, making squishy sucky fuck noises while plowing through Brian's and my fuck juices. It was all I could do not to wrap my legs around him and fuck back. I was having far more fun playing the rag doll and slyly watching my husband go nuts with excitement. I had never seen him so excited. After he came in his condom, he went down on me.

After the pounding I got from his excited climax, I could no longer pretend to be sleeping, so I opened my eyes and just laid there. It was sheer torture for me to pretend to be disinterested in what he was doing to me; when, in fact, I'd never been so turned on. Mark lapped and sucked my pussy as he used to in the early years of our marriage. He seemed to be feasting on my spermy twat. He brought on two great cums, but even these I strained to subdue. I tensed, clamped my legs to his head, and groaned. I am usually quite loud and active when I cum.

After my second cum, I found it easy to simply lie there and enjoy the lazy tonguing that Mark established as he licked lovingly at my slit. I relaxed and fell asleep on his tongue.

As I had predicted, the following morning was business as usual. We had a madhouse as Mark hurried to get out the door by seven, and then there were kids to feed, clothe, spank, wash, coddle, burp, praise, hug, swat, wipe, and kiss good bye as they ran for the school bus. Then there was the house, the laundry, running errands, taking the young ones to pre-school, picking up the dry cleaning, shopping, and all the other little things a mother of seven must do.

Actually, I love my life, my kids, my husband, and all the shit that goes with them. My only eccentricity is my adulterous sex life. I get off on cheating on my husband, but I am faithful to my lover. I have one lover at a time, for a long time, and date only him. The dates are not that frequent. I go on dates about once a week. A date is defined as seeing my lover for dinner and sex, then returning home before sunrise in condition to function the next day. I date on Friday or Saturday night.

Then there is my monthly fling. A fling can be an over-nighter that ends at one a.m. or noon the next day, but leaves me incapacitated the next day. Usually, a fling takes place on the weekend, and full weekend flings happen quarterly. So my extramarital affairs do not disrupt my home life as much as one might expect. Flings, however, throw everyone into a tailspin. The house becomes chaos as Mark plays mom and dad. Mark tried to explain why I needed to go out on flings and once told the kids that I was blowing off steam. They came to call the event, "Mom's steaming."

I didn't go away to fuck a strange man; I steamed. When I returned, I cooled. I was always cool after a good steam. I was happy, energetic, fun-loving, and playful. When I got bitchy after a month, they'd say I needed to steam. Consequently, my flings came to be seen as positive events in our home, at least as far as the kids were concerned. They didn't care what I did on that weekend as long as I returned cool. They looked forward to my flings. To them, dates were mini-flings. When I got dressed up in sexy clothes, they took that as a good sign. I had been unwittingly training them from birth.

Brian appreciated what I had accomplished. He, in fact, pointed many things out to me. He accurately predicted Mark's reaction to being blatantly confronted by my infidelity. He knew how the kids felt, too. He convinced me that they knew much more about sex and what I was doing than I suspected.

He said, "Steve, at fifteen, knows all about blow jobs, eating pussy, and ass screwing. He is sure to share what he knows with the others. They are all curious, even the four-year-old. Bartina knows you suck dicks, and Philis knows very well what the wet stuff on your thighs was. She was trying to be cute and get attention."

When I thought about it, I could see he was absolutely right. Steve and Georgette certainly knew what semen was. They'd both seen plenty of it on me over the years and now Steve could produce his own. The children are very close. As in all large families, the big ones look after the little ones and answer their questions honestly. They don't beat around the bush and bullshit as grownups do. My kids are very good about parenting the young, and my Georgette knows more about sex than Steve. I told her all I know.

Georgette is fast to follow in my footsteps. She already has three boyfriends. She has given two of them blow jobs. She allows all three to see her naked and play with her body. I know, because she gives me a running report on her activities. I don't tell her not to do it; I tell her how to do it safely, and I praise her for her accomplishments. She confided her interest in letting Steve fuck her. I told her she could go for it if she makes him wear a condom. I let her use dirty words in our talks. She loves using them excessively and acting slutty. She also loves it when I talk and act slutty.

Brian was right about Philis as well. Philis does know what semen is. Georgette told me that she caught Steve letting Philis jack him off. Steve agreed to let her watch if she promised not to tell. She promised and told. I promised I wouldn't tell that she told. It's all very complicated, but the fact remains that my oldest boy is molesting my six-year-old and I am powerless to stop it without destroying the trust I have developed with Georgette. I'm not sure I'd interfere anyway, not over hand jobs--blow jobs either.

I learned to trust Brian's judgment. He advised me to be even more open about my infidelity. He wants me to put Mark in a more submissive and subservient position. He thinks I should be more sexually open with the kids than I already am. That scene at the door was a sample of what he wanted to do, but by no means the limit. As I expected, that scene caused no change in my family relationships other than between Mark and me. That change was welcome and long overdo.

The next time I had a fling with Brian, he felt me up while we sat together in the living room prior to going out. The whole family watched his hands roaming over intimate parts while carrying on a casual shop-talk conversation with my husband.

Mark was not casual. He broke out in sweats as Brian's hand crept up my inner thigh. He shushed Philis when she made a comment as Brian's hand closed over my pussy. He almost shit when I reached over and squeezed Brian's prodigious manhood until it tented his thin slacks. He did shit when I unzipped Brian's slacks, drew out his cock, and lazily stroked its length while Brian fingered my pussy. Georgette was visibly impressed with Brian's cock and gave me a supportive smile. I also noted Steve's smile as his eyes devoured my pussy, seen between the fingers of my lover.

We had a great weekend. We shared fantasies. I told Brian that one of my favorite fantasies involved forced exposure. I like to imagine a family kidnapping scene where I am forced to satisfy my kidnappers with my family looking on. I also fantasize about having my history of infidelity laid bare in a court of law with Mark and the kids watching from the gallery. Each child finds out who his or her father was and the circumstances of conception. Brian's fantasies were the hodgepodge of the stereotypical male: threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes, women on women, dogs on women, etc., etc.

When he took me home, I knew to expect something big. He made a big mess in my crotch by depositing three loads without allowing me to clean between them. My micro skirt had a big wet spot in the rear after the ride home. We entered the house, arm in arm, cum trails ran into my high heels. We took seats in the kitchen as Mark put the coffee on. All the kids were there and gathered around. I sat with my knees lewdly parted. Philis, once again, pointed out my pantiless condition and asked what the stuff running down my legs was. This time, I looked to Brian, smiled, looked to her, and said, "That's love honey, sweetheart."

At the door, we went through the same act as before. This time he started right in by unceremoniously raising my skirt past my hips, grasping me low under my ass, and getting his fingers on my sex lips. While he massaged my cunt, I massaged his rampant hardon. We were nose to nose, playing with each other's genitals and giggling at our daring act. He said, "I dare you to take my cock out and kiss it goodbye."

I thought for only a moment, then slid down his front to my knees and went for his zipper. I could hear a mass movement behind me as our audience got into better positions. I was not the least bit surprised when Philis came up along my right side as I reached in to extract Brian's huge cock. She had nothing to say as I fisted his mighty erection and brought his balls out with my other hand.

Georgette had come up to draw Philis away, but froze in place when she got a good look at the cock I had in my hands. When I didn't chase them off, the other kids came in closer. I looked up to Brian's smiling face and continued stroking his cock, keeping it on display as my two middle boys, Bill and Matt, edged in on my left side. Steve came to stand behind them. When Bartina and Haroldette squeezed in, I had them all. That's what I waited for.

I brought my face to the base of his cock and nuzzled it, making cooing moans. I then kissed my way up one side, having to pull down his arching rod to reach the crown with my mouth. I opened wide and slipped my mouth over it, fully engulfing him, moaning, groaning, and making all kinds of yummy noise as my hands pumped his shaft.

I sucked his cock and licked the shaft. I kissed it all over and even kissed and sucked his balls. I worshipped his cock for at least five minutes before planting the kiss to the head and rising to stand nose to nose once again. I basked in the approval I saw in his eyes and felt driven to do more.

With my tight skirt still bunched around my waist, and with my children all standing around in a tight circle, I boldly reached between us and took his cock. While looking Brian in the eyes, I bent his cock down and slid it between my legs. He wasn't inside. His cock rode in the groove of my cunt and the head poked out the rear as I stood on tiptoe and slid my cunt back and forth over it.

Little Bertina and Haroldette got behind me and were grabbing for the head of Brian's cock each time it appeared from between my cheeks. I could feel their tiny fingers on my cunt and ass and Brian certainly felt them as they closed on his knob like a baseball. We almost cracked up at this. We both stifled laughs.

I still had my hand on his cock and had pulled myself back until the head was poised at my hole. I widened my stance, tilted my pelvis, and Brian squatted. I made sure they all had a good look at my pussy as I moved the head of his shiny crown through my lips. I centered the head at my hole and gave a wiggle to firmly lodge his cockhead inside my cunt, then whispered, "Do you dare me?"

His answer was to reach down and grab my ass, low. I thought he was just going to open me, but instead, he lifted me a foot off the ground. His cockhead followed and was still lodged in my hole as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Seven little heads dipped below my ass level. Seven pairs of eyes feasted on the cock/cunt connection. He smiled and said, "I dare you to stop." He then let off and I eased me down over his cock, inch by delicious inch.

This may sound like radical impulsive behavior. It was. I had not planned to go this far; but, by then, I was a raving slut. Having my kids watching from so close only fueled that lust. I go crazy when I get a stiff dick in my cunt. I didn't care who was watching. I wanted them to see how much fun fucking was, so I let out all the stops and put on a visual spectacle, highlighted with impassioned declarations of joy and wild excited abandon. I threw my head about and tore my blouse off. While Brian held me by the ass, I unhooked my skirt and drew it up my body, tossing it off. I wanted to be naked for this fuck. I yelled, "Fuck me, fuck me hard, Brian!"

Brian gave me the fuck of my life. He pounded his cock in me and toyed with my tits while he did it. When he came, I threw my upper body back and he guided my head to the floor as kids made way. In this inverted position, with his spurting cock deeply inside, I lolled like a rag doll while Brian pumped my cunt full of his sperm. The children had a magnificent view as my legs were out wide doing the splits in air. Brian held me by the hip bones and sawed his softening cock in my wide-open snatch for several minutes. He then eased out and gently let me settle to the floor.

He put his cock back, zipped up, and departed. I laid there with all my kids hovering around me. Little four-year-old Bartina said, "Are you cooled now, Mommy?"

I smiled dreamily and said, "Oh, yes, sweetheart. Mommy is very cool now. No school for anyone tomorrow. We are going to the beach."

The kids were elated. They danced and cheered and praised me. I got to my feet and cupped my pussy to hold Brian's sperm inside, then made my way upstairs. Mark was right behind me.

As soon as we were behind closed doors, Mark started in. I pressed a sperm-coated finger to his lips and silenced him, then whispered, "I'm not interested in anything you have to say right now. I am exhausted, and I want to rest. If you would like some pussy, put on a condom and have at it."

With that said, I collapsed on my bed. Seconds later, my irate husband rolled my limp body onto my back, pulled my legs apart, and glued his mouth to my very wet pussy. He ate ravenously, then licked my ass and legs. He screwed me with a condom on, then ate what he stirred up. I went to sleep with his tongue in my snatch, and awoke the following morning the same way. He never said anything about what had happened the night before. We went into our morning routine as we got ready for the beach and he went off to work.

We had a great time at the beach. The beach wasn't crowded as it was early in the season, a school day, and we went to a secluded area; still, there were others. My kids were keyed up and acting silly, trying to outdo each other with childish lewdness. The little ones went naked. The middle two boys played grab ass with Georgette and kept stealing her top while she made weak but loud protests and seemed to enjoy chasing them while holding her naked tits. They yanked her bottoms down a few times and we all got a good look at her lightly-downed maturing pussy.

Steve would not leave my side. If I went in the water, he went. If I tossed a beach ball, he was there to catch it. He admired my figure in my new itty bitty bikini and found it difficult to keep his eyes where a boy should keep them when looking at his near-naked mother. I found his attentions amusing and gave him quite a bit to gawk at.

Later, I laid out for sun, rolled onto my belly, and undid my top. I asked if he'd rub oil on me. I laid resting on my elbows, slightly raised. Only my nipples touched the towel. Steve was nervous and unsure, at first. With my coaxing to get it all over, his hands wandered over the sides and made passes along my breast swells. When he tentatively made first contact with my tit flesh, I could feel his nervous tension. To ease his mind, I said, "Yes, that's good, son." After that, he took more liberties and spent more time massaging on the sides of my breasts than he spent doing my entire back.

I carefully calculated my next move. I waited for his hand to make another sweeping pass on my left breast. I raised up quickly and turned to my left. Steve's hand went right over my breast with my hard nipple between two of his fingers.

I ignored this and untied the tie on my bottoms. I laid back down with Steve's hand still cupping my tit. I settled my weight on it and my fleshy tit trapped his hand. I acted like I just noticed. I said, "Oh, sorry," and raised up. He reluctantly removed his hand. I said, "If there's no strangers near, undo my other side and get my butt real good. I want to try to get rid of my cotton tail. Just push the material down between my legs. If someone comes near, cover me, okay?"

I obviously shocked Steve. He undid the tie, but paused before taking the bottoms off. He said, "Mom, this will make you naked, you know?"

I looked at him and said, "I know, Steve. Does seeing me naked bother you? I'll cover up if it does."

"No! No, it's not that. You're my Mom. It's just a little weird, that's all. You know, being out on a public beach and all."

"Well, I'm not concerned. With Georgette running around half naked most of the time, any strange eyes will be riveted to her, don't you agree?"

He pulled the bottoms off my ass and laid them between my thighs. I took this opportunity to widen my legs, as though they needed widening. A thrill coursed through me as I realized I was indeed naked, in the open, with my son's hands running freely over my flesh. I wanted to get more daring still. When Steve first ventured his oily hand on white ass, I said, "Now, don't get bashful on me, Steve. I don't want a burn anywhere down there. Get it all real good, and keep a good eye out while you're at it."

This helped relax Steve a great deal. His hands moved with a purpose over my entire ass. He gradually inched closer and closer to my ass crack and his sweeping fingers dipped lower and lower between my legs. The other kids were down at the water's edge, so no one paid attention to us and the beach seemed clear. The next time Steve's hand went near my cunt, I moved my feet apart by another twelve inches sending as clear a signal as I could to feel my pussy without giving an engraved invitation. Steve's response to this was a timid but sure pass over my cunt lips. I gave out a disappointed groan when his fingers went back up to my ass cheeks.

The next pass to my pussy was much less timid and covered more area, with greater pressure, for a much longer time. I let out a moan to signal my approval.

Steve's next encounter with my cunt involved his oily hand rubbing the full plane of my aroused flesh, fingers trailing through my wet slit, and a shifting of his position to afford better viewing. I widened my legs to their fullest, drew my knees in a bit, and lifted my pelvis in wanton submission, saying, "That's what I always admired about you, Steve. You've got balls, son. Any other fifteen-year-old boy would be shaking like a leaf if his fingers got within a foot of his mother's crotch. Not my son, no way. This isn't bothering you one bit, is it?"

This was like a can of spinach for Popeye. His rubbing became a groping, cunt-penetrating, feel-up--exactly what I wanted. While slipping a finger in my hole, he said, "That's right. I figure if you don't like it you can ask me to stop."

I wiggled sensuously on his finger and said in a throaty sexy bedroom voice, "Oooh, you said that like you might honor my request and might not. Women like that in a man. It's very sexy and becoming."

Steve fucked me with two fingers while I ground my raised ass and moaned my pleasure like a cat getting screwed. In a weak, teasing voice I said, "Oh, son, you shouldn't be doing that to Mommy's sexual orifice."

Steve took the hint and played along. He increased his fucking, went deeper, and said, "I'll stop when I'm finished."

I heard feet running on sand and heard Georgette's voice exclaim, "Steve, what do you think you're doing to Mom?"

"I'm fingering her cunt. What's it look like?"

"Cool! Mom, Bill and Matt tore my bottoms off. They're ruined, and that's not all, they lost my top. It drifted out with the current. I'm totally naked, Mom."

I casually rolled onto my back and reset my legs in a wide part. Steve went right back to playing with my pussy as I casually looked up to my naked daughter, shielding the sun from my eyes. I said, "So you are. You should have been more careful. That suit wasn't cheap."

"Mom, I need that towel you're on. There are some people beachcombing. They'll be here soon." I lifted my head and looked down the beach. Indeed, two elderly couples were very close and would pass by in a few minutes. I said nothing, and made no attempt to hide myself. She whined, "Maaauuum! I need something. We only brought that one beach towel."

"Maybe next time you'll be more careful."

"Mom, they can see us. They're looking over here. Please, get your suit on and let me have your towel."

"Sweetheart, I'd love to put my suit on, but as you can plainly see, Steve won't let me. When he gets finished and gets his hand out of my pussy, I'll put on my suit."

"Steve! Stop fucking with her cunt! Let her put her suit on. You can finish finger-fucking her after they pass." Georgette was enjoying herself immensely. Her free overuse of extremely foul language in my presence was for Steve's benefit. The people drawing closer had her excited as well. She gave them another glance and said, "Steve, you can play with Mom's cunt all you fucking want to when we get home. She'll fucking let you. She loves having her cunt finger-fucked. She won't stop you, and you know it. Look, at least let me put her bottoms in place while they go by."

I raised up on my elbows to see just how things were. The people were already close enough to see I was bare breasted and that Georgette was naked. Georgette plopped down by my hip and sat cross-legged in their direction. She said, "Don't you care if they see us naked, Mom?"

"Not really. I'd rather they not see a young boy fingering my cunt. They might tell the police about that, but people sunbathe in the nude out here quite often." Steve's body blocked their view of my crotch so he kept fingering me until the last possible second. The people eyed us with shy curiosity. I smiled to them as Steve stopped fingering me and poured more oil on my belly. My smile brought the nearest man over. The others bashfully followed. The women were tittering and stifling giggles. They were all grinning.

The man came and stood directly between my parted legs a few feet away and said to my pussy, "Catching some sun I see."

Steve rubbed the oil around on my belly as the others came closer and smiled self-consciously. Their eyes devoured Georgette and me and seemed intrigued by my wide open bald pussy. I said, "Yes, I'd like to get rid of these tan lines."

One of the women said, "I admire your courage." The other added, "I think an all-over tan is much nicer than tan lines." They looked to Georgette as she relaxed and leaned back on her elbows, moving her legs apart in imitation of me, but doing it in such a way that clearly showed she wanted the attention focused on her beaver.

I suppressed a smile as the first man to come over said, "Are you working on an all-over tan, too, sweetheart?" She impishly said yes, and he offered, "Would you like me to rub some oil on you?" He looked to me and said, "If that's all right with Mommy."

I said, "Please do. That's very kind of you to offer." His smile almost cracked his wrinkled old face as he quickly dropped to his knees at her hip. Steve tossed him the bottle and he squirted a trail up one side and down the other. His wife--I assumed--said, "Chester, honestly!" He looked up innocently as his hands pressed flat to Georgette's body and moved in large circles that over-rode her small, pert breasts, and said, "I'm just trying to help out, dear."

I watched with amused interest as he ran his hands down her legs and up, purposefully steering clear of her beaver. By the way he kept his eyes on her crotch, he wanted nothing more than to massage there too. Steve, meanwhile, became daring and worked his massaging fingers back into my crotch. They watched in awe as his fingers made trails and passes through my slit and over my clit. I said, "That's it, Son, get those areas good."

Addressing the grinning man, I said, "Be sure to massage the oil everywhere. We wouldn't want a burn in her tender female areas."

He smiled a lascivious grin, amazed at his good fortune. His hands went right between Georgette's legs and rubbed oil on her cunt, in her cunt, and gave her little clit a thorough anointing. The little slut moved her legs out as wide as her position allowed and drew her knees up. She gripped her inner thighs to pull her pelvis back so she could see his fingers working over her pussy.

He took advantage of the vulgar spread to delicately trace his oil-coated finger inside her cunt lips and around the inside of her tiny hole. I said, "Yes, that's the way." Steve did me as he saw the man was doing his sister. He, in fact, went one better by fully entering me with his two middle fingers. One lady had her hand cupped over her mouth, but the other looked on in undisguised interest.

She whispered something to her husband. He came up on my side and said, "Would you like me to do your upper body?" I nodded. His friend tossed him the bottle. He squirted the oil over both breasts, then aimed it at my cunt. Steve pulled my cunt lips open and the man squirted a liberal dose on my clit and in my parted slit. Some ran down the crack of my ass. Steve caught it and massaged the oily run into the rosette of my asshole. When he pressed his finger in the center and I made no protest, the finger slowly sank to his palm. All this went on as bony, leathery fingers mauled my tits.

Steve took his inspiration from the man fondling Georgette. He managed to get his index finger fully inside her ass and was fucking it in and out. Georgette drew her legs further back and held herself in that obscene pose to facilitate his efforts. His wife said, "Chester! Control yourself."

Bill came into the group and stood between the two ladies with his mouth agape. Matt knew better than to leave the little ones unattended. They were playing at the water's edge and not interested in what a bunch of grownups were doing. Bill watched for several minutes, then relieved Matt. That's what I like about my kids: they look after each other. Matt was quite amused and interested in all that was going on. The two men did not limit their groping hands to their own areas. They were soon reaching across to sample everything. Steve stayed in my asshole so they could avail themselves of my cunt.

This little scene of debauchery went on until another larger group loomed down the beach. Georgette was beside herself and at one point said, "You can finger-fuck my pussy too if you want." He looked to me for my okay and I nodded. He went right to work, surprised not to find a hymen barrier, sinking in to the palm. His friend took a turn as well.

The ladies had seen enough. They weren't upset, quite the contrary. They were amused, but unwilling to see their husbands sink any lower. They had to drag them away. They hustled their husbands off after thanking us profusely. We definitely made their day.

Before the larger group got too close, I decided to put my suit back on. Georgette got her beach towel. We all had a good laugh at what we'd pulled off as we watched the animated foursome move on down the beach, constantly looking back, probably unable to believe what happened. We smiled at the family of seven that passed by minutes later. Georgette accidentally on purpose let her towel fall completely. Matt stole it, and the family watched Georgette chase him like a naked nymph.

If the kids were excited on the way out, they were impossible on the way home. I said nothing as they let loose with a flurry of filthy words. Steve sat beside me while I drove and played with my tits or fingered me all the way home. Matt and Bill had naked Georgette between them and gave every opening and lump of flesh a thorough fondling. The little ones took it all in with childish delight. Philis sat beside Steve and fished out his cock. I reached into his lap and masturbated it for him as she sucked it. Traffic was light, so I merely steered clear of other cars, especially trucks.

As we neared home, I called a halt to everything and had them sit quietly in their seats. Everyone responded but Steve. I told Steve to get his fingers out of my pussy. He ignored me, and inserted a third finger. I thought that was great and said nothing about it. While Steve fingered me, I lectured, saying, "Okay you guys. We had our fun. Now we're back in the real world again. I don't want to hear anymore fucks, or cunts, or pussies, or cocks, or any other of those words, at least not unless we are completely alone, understand?"

They agreed. I said, "And no fucking around in front of other people. That includes your Dad." Again they agreed. "And do not ever tell your friends about anything that goes on in this family. That's rule number one. It's the golden rule. Everybody must raise their right hand and swear to God." They did that with sincerity.

Georgette said, "Can we go naked at home?"

I said, "Sweetheart, you could always do that. I'm sure your dad would appreciate seeing you girls naked."

She said, "Tell me about it. He even gets off on seeing Philis. She's always showing her pussy."

Philis fired back, "So, I've seen you doing it too. Mom, Georgette hardly ever wears panties."

Georgette shot back, "Yeah, well at least I don't finger myself while Dad is looking. Mom, she's always sticking things in her pussy. It's not just her fingers. She isn't a virgin, at least she has no cherry."

Steve still had his cock out. I reached down and squeezed it. I said, "Did she ever get this in her pussy?"

Steve looked me over, saw my smile, and said, "Yeah, I fuck her pussy, her asshole, too. So does Matt and Bill. We all fuck her except for Dad. He wants to fuck her and Georgette. He gets super horny when you go fuck your boyfriends."

I smiled, widened my knees to give him easier access to my horny pussy, and said, "Why do you think I like fucking other men so much? It makes him fuck me better. You know what else I like to do that makes him horny? I make him wear a rubber when we fuck, but I let my lovers cum in my pussy. Your dad's sperm has never been in my cunt. He isn't the biological father of any of you kids. He's still your dad, though. Don't ever forget that."

Steve said, "Mom, we've known that for years. Why else would you name us after your lovers. Haroldette? Come on, give us credit."

Georgette said, "Yeah! You come home from every date with Harold's cum running down your legs. You walk around for hours like that sometimes so everybody gets a good look at it. You sit so your pussy shows and we can see the sperm leaking out from your pussy hole. You make Dad keep his rubbers out in the open on your dresser. You always end up pregnant after seeing a new lover for a month or two. As soon as you know you are pregnant, you gather the whole family together to make the announcement."

Steve added, "Yeah, like the last time. You aren't even showing, but you tell us you already have a name picked out and say, 'If it's a boy, he will be named Harold. If she's a girl, I'll name her Haroldette.' As if that wasn't enough, you go, 'Oh, that reminds me. I have to meet Harold in less than an hour. I better get a move on.' We all wondered why you didn't just come right out and say, 'I'm having Harold's baby.'"

I smiled my mischievous smile and said, "Don't think I didn't want to. I did everything but. This time I will. If you think I was outrageous before, you guys ain't seen anything yet. Did you guys enjoy watching Mommy get her pussy fucked by Brian's big cock?" The car erupted in loud affirmatives. "Well, you'll see that big sperm-shooting fuck-stick making a baby in Mommy's horny pussy many more times, I'm sure."

I pulled the car into the drive and turned off the engine. I said, "Come on, I think we've shared enough for one day. Your dad will be home soon. Let's try to act normal, at least normal for us, huh?"

The doors flew open and kids piled out. I was still impaled on my son's fingers. We were alone in the car. I looked to Steve and said, "Son, you must let me go. If you'll let me move freely when I need to, I won't do anything to stop you any other time. I promise. I won't even wear panties around the house. How's that?"

"Mom, I didn't take the oath. My right hand was busy finger-fucking your cunt."

"I noticed. What are you trying to tell me, Steve?"

"There's someone I want to let in on this. Greg. He's my best friend, Mom. I have to tell someone. He's nuts about you, you know. He's always getting your old panties out of the dirty clothes and sniffing the crotches. He sucks on them while he beats off."

"Kinky. I knew there was something about that kid I liked."

"He wants to fuck you so bad. Why don't you let him?"

"All right, Steve. If you will agree to what I said, I'll let Greg fuck me. We'll bring him in on our family secret, but I have to check with Georgette first. Greg is one of her boyfriends. She may not want to share. If she does agree, I want it done my way."

"Great! What's your way?"

"With a condom while I take a nap in the nude. You two come in while I'm napping and Greg can have his way with me. You can tell him I sleep like a rock. I won't wake up."

"Great! Suppose I want some, too?"

"I thought you might. I have no problem with incest, sweetheart. If you want to fuck Mommy, fuck me. Remember the condom, though."

"Why? Don't you want a baby by the son of a former lover?"

"Hummm. I'll have to think about that one. It does have a certain perverse appeal. You would certainly be more convenient than Brian. That would frost your dad's cake, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, especially if he was always catching us screwing without a condom."

I shivered with wicked excitement at the thought. The idea grew on me. Brian wasn't all that keen on the idea, anyway. He planned our meetings to fall outside my fertile period. Steve would be easy to work with. He was virile and always ready. I could picture Mark under those circumstances. I could condition him to accept it, I was certain of that. I stroked Steve's seven-inch cock and said, "All right, you little mother fucker. If you want to knock me up, I'm game. We'll have to go slow with Dad. We need to build up to this. Perhaps he should catch us doing other things first."

"You mean like letting him see me fingering you?"

"Yes, and giving you blow jobs."

"Yeah, let's do that now. Let him catch you sucking my dick in the car."

"Hey, slow down. Let's build up to that. Give it a week at least. Don't be in such a hurry. My pussy isn't going anywhere. I keep it between my legs. You know where to find it."

Steve excitedly got up on his knees and aimed his stiff dick at my mouth, saying, "Come on Mom. Just suck it a little. I've never had a grownup woman suck my dick before."

He boldly wiped the head of his dick through my slack lips, earnestly trying to gain entry. I was amused at his eagerness and opened wide. I gave him a deep, hard suck and pulled off to say, "Just a sample. You watch for your dad." I returned to deep-throating his cock as he moaned his pleasure and fucked my mouth. He didn't last long before spraying the back of my throat, drowning my tonsils in his youthful sperm. I sucked, slurped, and swallowed. I kissed the head, smiled with it still in my lips, and said, "Delicious. I love sucking your cock, sweetheart. Fuck my mouth whenever you want, but not when Dad is nearby, at least not until I say the time is right, okay?"

"Sure, Mom. You don't care if the other kids see us fucking or sucking, do you?"

"No, dear, I rather like the idea. I'm sure they will enjoy watching. Look, Dad just drove in. Sit down." Steve sat, but got another handhold in my snatch. I was bare from the bikini top down, sitting on my bottoms with the front flap dangling below my crotch. Mark was out of his car advancing towards us. I smiled at Steve and said, "It appears you want to get this ball rolling right away, huh?"

"Yeah, why not?" I just smiled as Mark came up and kissed me through the open window. While kissing me, he glanced to my crotch and saw Steve's fingers buried in my beaver. He backed away as though he'd seen a ghost and said, "What the... ?"

I said, "I can't get up. He's been in there all the way from the beach." Mark never was the disciplinarian. I handled all that. He never could deal with Steve. He meekly implored, "Steve, please don't do that to your mother."

Steve ignored him. I turned innocent eyes up to Mark and said, "See what I mean."

"You know what brought this on, don't you? You know why he's treating you this way."

"No, Mark, just why is he treating me this way, and exactly what do you mean by 'this way?'"

"You know, like a slut. He's treating you like a slut, Linda, because of what he saw last night."

"That may be, but I can't undo what he saw."

Mark opened my door and said, "Just get out. I'll shield you with my body."

With the door wide open, Mark had a much better view of Steve's three fingers lewdly fucking my cunt. Furthermore, I was able to widen the plane of my beaver with the door open. I moved the seat back fully and slumped in the seat with my pelvis tilted back. I brought my hands down to my inner thighs and framed my sex, saying, "I couldn't get out if I wanted to, Mark. See how he has my pussy trapped."

Mark looked on in astonishment as Steve removed his fingers from my hole. Though free, he saw me use my index fingers to open my pussy and expose my stiff, shiny clit to Steve's fingers. I looked up to Mark with dreamy eyes and said, "See how trapped I am."

"Linda, you are out of control. Have you lost your mind?"

I said, "God, he reminds me so much of Steve Hind. Remember Steve Hind, dear? He's the guy you caught me fucking nine months before little Steve was born. Steve is so much like him, don't you think, dear?"

Mark was silent. His face was a deep red, not with anger, with humiliation. I continued, "Remember all those times Steve Hind would horn in on our dates and do this to me while you had to watch and wait your turn? He looks like Steve Hind, too, doesn't he? You can especially see it in his cock."

I could see the arousal building in Mark with each teasing word. I decided to advance my schedule. I took Steve's rampant hardon in my hand and displayed it with pumping motions. I said, "You must remember Steve Hind's cock as much as you saw of it going in my mouth and in my pussy on our honeymoon. It's funny, but I can't remember you even getting a hand job. All I remember is seeing you in that chair, watching Steve Hind pump his sperm in my fertile womb. I remember it was my fertile womb, because we planned the honeymoon to fall between my periods."

Mark was speechless, numb, in fact. He watched our son slide down the seat to make room for my descending head. I laid my head on his naked belly and teasingly licked at his cock, planting loving kisses all over it while talking. His hands were no longer in my pussy as I sprawled obscenely with one hand in my pussy. I said, "I know what I have to do to gain my freedom, Mark." For show, I slipped my mouth over the crown and sucked. I let it pop free and said, "I'm sure you don't want to watch this, dear. Why don't you go on up and wait for me in the bedroom. This won't take long, then we can talk. Go on!"

Mark reluctantly heeded my dismissal. I sucked Steve in earnest while he praised what he'd seen. Soon, he was squirting his seed and I let him cum on my face, especially over my lips. Afterwards, we disengaged. I said, "There, we're off to a good start. Now, I'll go cement the deal."

"Are you going to kiss him?"

I smiled wickedly and said, "What do you think?"

I walked into the bedroom with Steve's sperm drooling down my chin and neck. Mark met me with questioning, aroused eyes. I took his head and brought his slack lips to mine, moving my face to bring semen to his lips. I had him actively licking the sperm before a minute passed. I released his head and he kept licking. I threw my head back to offer the trails of semen running into my cleavage. Mark dutifully started between my breasts and licked his way up as I stood passively admiring his work.

When he finished, I went to the dresser and tossed him a condom, saying, "You were such a good husband, I'll give you five minutes of pussy starting right now." Mark excitedly tore open the condom and didn't bother removing his pants. I leaned over the dresser with my ass offered to him as he nervously rolled the condom on his aching cock and quickly penetrated me. I stood stock-still watching the clock as my husband humped feverishly trying to beat it.

It took all my strength of will to shake free when his time ran out. Like him, I was about to cum as well. He fell to his knees with a groan, clutching his cock. I stood looking down on him without mercy and said, "I think you can finish on your own."

I stood over him with my hands on my hips and watched him slowly, pathetically start masturbating with the condom still in place. Seconds later he filled the nipple. I smiled and went to the bed, sprawled on it with my legs wide, and played with my still-aroused pussy. I watched him slowly regain his feet and gaze on me with doleful eyes.

I said, "I want you to go tell Steve that his mother needs him right away. Bring him to me, or better yet, just follow. Before you go, place that chair up to the side of the bed. You remember how."

I could see he wanted to say something, but he did as I instructed and left. I decided to go all out. I had him in my control and did not want to lose it. He was still horny and excited, as was I. Besides, I needed a good fucking and if Steve junior was anything like his real father, three times in thirty minutes would not be out of the question. They entered the room a few minutes later. Steve smiled down on me as I finger-fucked myself and smiled back.

While Mark looked on from the rear in helpless awe, I said, "Steve, Mommy needs a good fucking in her horny pussy. I know I sucked you off twice in the past thirty minutes, but could you fuck Mommy's pussy for her? Please?"

Steve grinned broadly, proudly, and stripped naked in a hurry. He crawled across the mattress, fisting his new erection while looking at Mark and saying, "Sure, Mom. I'll fuck your cunt for you, but I ain't using no rubber."

I loved it. I said, "You know I never make my lovers use a condom. Only your dad uses those awful things. Your father never did, did he, Mark?"

Mark looked sheepish, but shook his head. I made him say it out loud. He did. As Steve got poised to enter me, I said, "Sit down, Mark. It will be like old times." Mark dutifully took the seat and watched Steve easily sink his cock to the balls in one pass. Steve let out an impassioned moan and began fucking as I brought my heels to my ass and raised my ass for easier penetration and better viewing. I cooed, "Oh, yes, baby, fuck Mommy good. Take all the time you want, sweetheart."

I looked to Mark while uttering these words and added, "Mommy's womb is wide open, sweetheart. I can feel the egg waiting for your sperm. Make a baby for me, darling."

These words excited Steve. For Mark, it must have felt like deja vu. He'd heard these words before, on his honeymoon. Mark was so sure things would change after we married. He was so sure he'd finally get to sample what I freely gave Steve Hind. He wanted a big family and planned the date of our honeymoon because he thought it would be romantic to conceive our first child then. He was, in fact, still virgin. I went along with his plans and married him, because I knew he was the perfect husband for me, for what I craved.

Steve Hind and I meticulously planned the post wedding activities. When we emerged from church under a shower of rice, there was Steve's car decorated with typical just-married shit and trailing strings of cans. Mark stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Steve behind the wheel. A hush swept the assembly that had moved outside. I had to take his elbow and march him to the car. I opened the back door. Mark plopped in. I closed the door on him and got in front with Steve, sliding over and snuggling up close.

Mark's friends and family, along with other guests gradually inched closer when we didn't immediately pull away. What they saw was me and Steve in a passionate embrace with my wedding dress rucked up to my waist to reveal me naked underneath. I got so excited with all those faces peering in that I slumped lower in the seat and brought my right foot up and rested it on the right side of the dash, hooking the lip of the dash with my high heels. I threw my other leg over Steve's lap to present a full naked beaver. Steve fingered my cunt while we kissed.

This was not as big a shock as it might first appear. All those who gathered near were accustomed to seeing the three of us together. While we dated, Steve was often with us. We spent a great deal of time at Mark's house. Steve and I started right away trying to shock them on a lark, making out beside Mark in their living room with Mark's whole family looking on.

Mark's mother was a shy, quiet woman, but his dad got off on watching my antics. Mark's younger brothers and sisters thought it was neat to watch as well. We gradually progressed from groping make-outs to open naked genital feels, on to blow jobs, and then to getting naked and sweaty on the couch. No one ever tried to stop us, so we kept going deeper and deeper. We never planned to actually fuck in front of them, but that's what we ended up doing.

After that, we stripped for action right after entering the house and started right in putting on the most vulgar sex acts in every conceivable position. It grew tiresome after a few months. The act at the wedding was just to let them know that the wedding changed nothing. Mark got the message. The honeymoon proved that. Now Mark was seeing it all over again with the product of that glorious week of debauchery pounding his lust in my willing beaver. He brought me to three orgasms before emptying his balls in my cunt.

When he pulled out, I assumed my post-fuck honeymoon position. I rolled back and raised my ass, supporting my hips with my hands, elbows tucked in to my sides and my legs in the splits. I explained to Steve, "This is to let your sperm soak in my womb. Why don't you go let your dad lick you clean."

Mark knew the drill well. When he saw me assume the position, he expected my words. Steve crawled over on his knees to the bed's edge and thrust his wilting, slime-coated cock towards his dad. Mark dutifully began licking his son's cock as Steve exclaimed, "Man, this is great! Lick my balls, too. Yeah, now suck it. Suck my cock, Dad!" Mark took Steve's cock fully within his mouth and sucked hard. Steve looked to me and said, "Look, Mom, Dad is sucking my dick like a queer."

"I know, sweetheart. He did that for your father, too. Steve liked to have him suck him off while we made out in front of his whole family."

"Do you mean Steve's family or Dad's?"

"Dad's. All of them--Grandpa, Grandma, and all of your aunts and uncles on his side. They all know who your real father is. They've all seen us fucking, and they've all watched your Dad go down on us before and after."

"Far out! God, Mom, you are such a slut."

"Why thank you, dear. When you get through, let him come over here so he can clean the mess you made of Mommy's slutty pussy."

Steve pulled away and said, "Shit, go to it, Dad. Let me see you eat her box."

Mark came and knelt between my legs and began lapping my pussy and licking my mound and inner thighs. Steve reclined with his head by mine. Together, we watched Mark lick my cunt. Steve said, "Mom, we have to let the other kids see this."

"I plan to, dear. Let's wait until they can see it from beginning to end. There's no need to hide anything, now. Your dad knows what his place is in this family from now on, don't you, dear?" Mark nodded. I went on. "You'll let me humiliate you and crawl back for more, won't you?" Again he nodded, more vigorously than before. "You will serve my sons as you served their fathers, won't you?"

This time, he raised off to say, "Yes, I will. You know I will."

I patted his head as he devoured my hole, trying to get at more sperm. I said, "See why I love this man, Steve. I do love him. He's such a good husband. I might just let him fuck my daughters. Of course, he'll have to wear a condom." This sparked renewed life in Mark. He attacked my hole with his mouth. "Yes, he'd like fucking their little twats. Philis has a cunt that's just the right size for his little pecker. Georgette would probably prefer a cock like yours, Steve, but if he begs real nice, I'm sure she'll throw him a mercy fuck once in a while. You won't mind begging for some of Georgette's pussy, would you, dear?"

"No, I'll beg. I'll beg in front of the whole family. I'll beg in front of Brian, too. I'll get naked and suck his cock. I'll guide it in your pussy, and lick you both while you fuck. I'll lick up his come and clean him afterwards. I'll thank him for fucking my wife in front of me and my kids, I mean your kids."

"That's all right, Mark. You may call them yours as long as you openly acknowledge none are yours."

"Oh, I will, Linda. I'll make sure they all know I'm not their real father. I'll tell each one about their real father. From now on, they can call me Mark."

"No, I want them to call you Dad, but never Father. If they ever slip, I expect to see you correct them, and I don't care what company you are in at the time."

"Yes dear!"



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Toy Daughter


I grew up in a rather bizarre family environment. Mom has a split personality, and my dad is a pedophile. Hal, my kid brother, three years my junior, had it pretty easy. He lived in a voyeur's paradise, and Hal is a voyeur.

Somewhere along the way something happened to twist my mother's sexual wires. For as long as I can remember, she has been caught doing nasty things to herself. She acts like a little girl when we catch her, but gets turned on like a lusty slut at the same time. Rarely would she stop once she got caught. Afterward, she'd act like she had a spell. Amnesia set in after a spell.

We never talked about her spells, though her spells were hard not to talk about. Ninety-five percent of the time, she was your typical mother: nurturing, loving, a good housekeeper, moody at times, sentimental at others, always the disciplinarian of the family. It was the other five percent that discouraged us from inviting friends to our house.

It isn't easy eating a family dinner with your mother fucking herself with a big cucumber. She acted as if nobody noticed that her right hand was in her lap going like mad, or that we couldn't hear the suction noises as her twat got all soupy. We never knew when or where we might round a corner and find Mom, buck naked, stuffing her pussy with something phallic, usually something personal of ours.

Hal's GI Joe has spent more time buried in Mom's trench than any GI ever spent in the real trenches. My Barbie doll got the same treatment. Our toothbrushes always smelled like pussy. Everything we ate, and the utensils we used, smelled like pussy. I remember when Hal was a baby, Mom walked around with his pacifier stuck in her pussy and would take it out and pop it in his mouth. He teethed on her tampons after they'd been in her for hours. Periods did not alter that practice; if anything, they increased. I'm sure I got the same treatment.

She never did stop breast feeding us, consequently she never dried up. Her big titties were always leaking milk; and, like a milk cow, Mom had to be milked several times a day. She likes being suckled, but she also likes being milked like a cow. When we eat cereal, Mom bends over the bowl and we milk her into the cereal bowl. Dad milks her for the cream in his coffee. I don't ever recall buying store bought cow's milk. The first time I tried it at school, I didn't like it. I still don't. Mother's milk is much sweeter.

Mom was an expert beaver shot and more often than not, a glance to her crotch would reveal a pussy with a doll's legs sticking out, or one with Barbie's head sticking out. Sometimes I'd see a short mane of blond hair hanging below the front edge of a bath towel she had wrapped around her, or under the short skirts she liked to wear around the house.

As I entered puberty, much of Mom's sexual eccentricities turned to me. It began slowly, very subtle at first. She used Dad to do her dirty work. He would never have acted on his desires if it weren't for my mother goading him on.

Dad was just a dirty old man with no backbone. Mom had to push him along to do everything he did to me. He did just about everything, too. The only thing he could never bring himself to do was actually rape me. She tried, but he couldn't. Even in this role, Mother was rather bizarre. She thought she was invisible or like a ghost. She was always hovering over the scene, whispering aloud instructions to my dad as though only he could hear. Things such as: "Keep rubbing her knee, Jack. Keep her mind on her knee. Good, now undo the top button. Good, now the next."

I learned to enjoy this game and went along with their charade. I pretended not to notice whatever I wasn't supposed to notice, and usually ended up naked with Dad's finger in my pussy. I knew Dad was pretending; he knew I was; we both knew that Mom really believed. He played along because, through her, he got the courage to do what he wanted to do. I went along because the things she had him do to me felt good. Hal was a ghost like Mom, only she couldn't see him. Since she couldn't see him, we didn't see him either. Consequently, whenever something nasty was going on, Hal was usually nearby.

Dad and I never discussed openly what we both knew. Doing so would have taken some of the magic away. I say magic, because that's how it felt to me. When we got sucked into Mom's weird alter reality, where normal rules didn't apply, it was like being transported into another dimension. Since that other reality brought us so much pleasure, we had no motive for destroying it. Even Hal knew this and probably had the most to lose if it all came crashing down. His was all pleasure with no consequences.

In my early teen years, we never actually fucked. We did have intercourse, though. This was accomplished, supposedly, while I slept or took naps. Several times each week, they'd come creeping into my room and uncover me. Mom would talk him through positioning me, then guide his every action until he had his thin cock buried to the balls. Taking my virginity took them over an hour from the time his cock touched my pussy until my hymen ripped. Trying to pretend to sleep through that was a real challenge. I not only had to hide the pain, I had to hide the intense excitement I experienced with the first feel of a real penis inside me.

He couldn't actually fuck me as that would have been too overt. No one can sleep through a real fuck, even in Mom's other world, but I'm sure they would have tried if I appeared to stay sound asleep. Whenever he did get carried away, I would pretend to wake up, sending them scurrying. I never had to actually open my eyes, a simple stretching yawn was enough. As a consequence, he learned to get half way in and jerk off. Sometimes, he'd fuck me with long, super-slow strokes, then pull out and beat off on my pussy. Usually, he'd stick it back in for the cum shot. I wouldn't permit a real fucking, because I wanted to be raped. Torturing them that way was my way to bring that about. I loved the idea of being raped by my parents. It never worked, but I never stopped trying.

Half of the time, I was the initiator. I knew that to announce my intention to take a nap was as good as saying, "Hey, Mom and Dad, come fuck me, I'm horny." Sometimes, they needed it, and Mom would say, "Connie you look tired, dear. I think you need a nap, sweetheart." If I felt like indulging them, I'd yawn. I usually yawned. On rare occasions, I'd tell her I felt fine and was wide awake. They never pressed the issue. In that way, I did have some control.

It wasn't always Mom and Dad together. Mom had me by herself quite a bit, too. Those were fun, also. She loved to explore my body cavities with fingers, tongue, lips, or objects. She also liked putting her or my own body fluids in my mouth. Menstrual blood might sound hard to take, but I was raised on it and got used to that long before I had to deal with my own and hers.

Piss freaked me out at first, but it isn't bad. Pussy juices, sperm, saliva, it all went in my mouth. Once in my mouth, it all got swallowed. I developed a taste for everything. I also developed a full range of actions while asleep.

This evolved slowly. In the beginning, she was extremely careful. As things progressed, and I never woke up, she'd push the limits. She discovered that she could whisper suggestions in my ear and direct my dreams, or so she thought. One night, she took her tampon from her pussy and poised it at my lips, whispering, "Would you like to suck on my dickie, Connie? Can I put my dickie in your mouth?"

I nodded groggily. She'd say, "Will you suck on my dickie if I do?"

I nodded and said, "Uh huh," then opened my mouth. She inserted the tampon and I sucked on it as though it were a little boy's cock. This tickled her to no end. She also liked a variation on this theme that I call the old switcheroo. She uses two tampons. One goes in my mouth, the other goes in my pussy or hers depending on who is having her period. After a few minutes, switcheroo. The ultimate is those rare occasions when we both flow, the triple switcheroo.

They did do one thing that bothered me a great deal when it first happened. They liked getting Daddy's semen in my pussy. If he ever came on my body, Mom would insist that he scoop up the semen with his finger and put in inside me. Eventually, he learned how to ejaculate inside me by either jerking off with a few inches inside me, or jerking off on the outside, then sending his cock all the way in as he climaxed.

I never knew if they were intentionally trying to get me pregnant, or whether they were simply irresponsible. I sweated out those first few months, but relaxed after nothing happened. I learned to like the idea of taking Dad's semen in my pussy. The risk they we were taking made the act all that more exciting. I looked forward to getting pregnant if it happened.

They also dribbled the stuff in my mouth while I faked sleep. In the beginning, their choices were evenly split between the two places. I wanted my father's most intimate of body fluids in either. I developed a craving for the taste, and when I felt it in my pussy, it gave me a warm, sexy feeling. When Mom discovered how to make me suck a tampon, it was an easy transition to replace the tampon with Dad's cock. That's how we added cock sucking to the list of things I could do in my sleep.

After one year of taking his sperm without a pregnancy resulting, I noticed a change in their behavior. My pussy took precedence as the orifice of choice. In addition, the frequency increased from two or three times a week to a nightly event. In addition, we started doing some regular fucking. Mom used the same dream intervention technique that proved so effective for cock sucking. I was lying perfectly still, as usual, with Daddy's cock half way in. She says, "Connie, I have a nice big dickie, would you like me to put it in your pussy?"

I was so fucking horny, I said, "Uh huh."

Dad pushed all the way in. Mom said, "Does it feel good having my cock in your pussy, Connie?"

"Ummmm!" I wiggled my pussy on Dad's cock. He drew out and went back in, ten times faster than he'd ever dared before. He began a steady in and out stroke, and my hips met each thrust. Before long, we were fucking. I even got to cum like a real woman, showing some feeling, a wet dream of sorts, but it was great. Dad also got to fuck a load deep in my cunt, and I'm sure he enjoyed that freedom. Before, he had to cum passively, now he could grunt and groan and give my cunt a relatively good humping. Mom was ecstatic watching Dad fuck my sleeping body.

Hal got off on it too, masturbating for the first time in his ghostly condition. I knew he liked looking at my body, and I liked having my body put on display for him. I enjoyed daytime sessions mostly because they gave Hal a great view, and I could see everybody through my partially sealed eyelids. Dad wasn't all that keen on having Hal witness his dirty deeds, but then Dad couldn't see Hal's ghost. I couldn't either, but then I was sound asleep. Like I said, Hal had it made and eventually took more advantage of his unique position. This pleased me greatly, but drove Dad to distraction. It didn't matter what Hal did, Mom could not see him, hear him, or feel him. When Mom was focused on me, Hal ceased to exist.

When Mom and Dad began to concentrate on my pussy, Hal filled my mouth with his sperm. When he first started doing that, he'd jerk off in his hand and bring it to my lips, one finger at a time. He got more daring as time passed, and would get close enough to cum on my face. This is what shook Dad, because his face was often near the scene. When Hal got away with doing that, he tried the next logical escalation, getting his cock in my mouth. Doing this got in Dad's way, but rather than acknowledge Hal's presence, Dad gave him room to work. I couldn't have been more pleased. I got to eat sperm and get a womb full.

After another six months with no pregnancy, I was sure I had nothing to worry about. Mom and Dad seemed intent on succeeding. By now, I knew they wanted me pregnant. That knowledge excited me. It was so dirty and perverted, it had to turn me on. They went to extremes to do the job right. There were days when I got fucked three times before dark, and three times during the night. I discovered the joy of waking from a true sound sleep to a fucking.

I also discovered the joy of receiving the sperm Daddy put in Mom when they had sex. If she sucked his cock, she'd bring it to me in her mouth and push it in my hole with a kiss to my cunt while Dad held my ass up and my legs fell open wide, very wide. If he fucked her pussy, she'd stand by my hip and bring fingerful at a time into my pussy as she scooped it off her leg or dug it out of her hole.

As each month went by with no success, Mom became quite frustrated. When I'd start my period, she'd yank the tampon out and smear my face with the blood, sticking the tampon in my mouth before storming off, leaving Dad to clean me so I wouldn't awaken to the mystery of a bloody face. When my next period arrived, she did the same thing, but took Dad with her.

When I looked at my face in the mirror the next morning, I was in a quandary. I looked like a Sioux warrior with bad war-paint skills. How is the game played when you can't ignore the obvious. Do I confront them with questions? Do I hide it and keep quiet. Where was the rule book? I washed it off and said nothing. When I went down, Dad looked relieved, Hal looked relieved, Mom looked like a woman suffering from amnesia. "There's our little girl. Sweetheart, are pancakes fine, or would you rather have French toast?"

I missed my next period.

Mom and Dad acted innocent when I told them I might be pregnant. When the test confirmed it, they acted outraged. I was a bit taken aback by this response. I half expected a party or a medal. I reasoned that it was all part of the game on Dad's part, but Mom surprised me. She went so far as to accuse me of whoring around. She even grounded me for the duration of my pregnancy. Nine months, she said.

In the back of my mind, I always assumed an abortion would be in store for me. After Hal was born, they practiced the abortion method of birth control. Mom loved getting pregnant, announced the fact right away, found ways of reminding us every day that she remained pregnant, then waited till the last minute before aborting it. Trips to the abortion clinic, over one hundred miles away, were annual family outings. There was no discussion of an abortion for me.

They took me out of school and taught me at home. I was only fifteen and very confused. It never dawned on me to challenge my mother's delusions, or to confront my father who played along. They both treated me like a whore. They both acted angry and humiliated by my bringing shame on the family by my sluttish behavior.

As my belly grew, so did their abuse. Many times, I was forced to listen to long lectures about decency and virtue while forced to stand in the living room in front of my kid brother with my dress up over my big belly and my panties at my knees. One reason I never challenged them was that I really got off on this treatment; I willingly went along. I even acted guilty for them, thus encouraging them to increase their abuse.

They added another twist in my seventh month. She had Dad hit my ass with a belt while they forced me to stand in the nude. Hal was always present, not the ghost, the real Hal. Mom would say, "Are you ever going to let those boys put their dirty little penises in your vagina again, Connie?" I'd cry, "No Mommy!" She'd then order one, two, or three smacks. I loved the way she used the plural, implying that there were many lovers and many penises. I thought the plural should be pini, anyway. Besides, Dad never hit hard. It was mostly for show. This went on through a series of questions and a series of whacks. Afterward, I'd be sent to bed.

The truly funny part was that no more than five minutes after I was in bed, even in the dead of afternoon, in they'd creep. I was, of course, expected to be sound asleep, so that's how they'd find me, naked and snoring. The fucking was different, too. They no longer treated me as a sleeping person. It was more like a person in a coma. I got manhandled into position, then screwed without preparation. With my big belly, I was placed on my knees, shoulder on the mattress and done dog fashion. Hal liked this position, because he could get in place with my head in his lap. I sucked Hal's cock and took Dad's screwing, with my eyes being closed my only concession to feigning sleep.

Mom's delusions were different after I got pregnant. Her bad self was evident more and more, with her good self being dominated. Her good self was still there, but had moved into the background. I noticed the change. Dad and Hal were never as tuned in to her as I was. Hal still thought he was invisible, but I knew she could now see him quite clearly, and was amused by what she saw.

Her two personalities seemed to be merging. I always suspected that she knew very well what her bad side was doing, and that her amnesia was her game. I could tell she fought internal struggles, reconciling the two parts. Her bad self had selective perception, such as blocking out Hal. Her good self saw it all. Denial was her survival technique. She still had two personalities, but both were moving closer to the center. Her good self became corrupted. The punishment scenes and my exposure to Hal were acts perpetrated by her good self.

Her bad self altered also. Her childlike fascination with pee, poop, and body fluids, matured to a more adult preoccupation with the genitalia and screwing. In other words, the sex was less dirty and more sexy. Since I was also maturing, this was a welcome change. You can only ingest so much piss, pussy juice, menstrual blood, and saliva before it ceases to be a turnon. Poop smeared on your body just made you smell bad. Fucking, or sucking a hard cock, however, never grows old.

I knew the game had long outlived it's utility. No games were necessary any longer. Dad had overcome his inhibitions. Mom never had any, and Hal didn't seem to care if she saw him or not. As for me, I was hooked on being the family sex toy. I would do anything they wanted, anytime they wanted. I looked forward to the day when everything would be out in the open. I wanted to be used, misused, and abused with my eyes wide open; however, I was determined not to be the one to crash the game. Dad and Hal didn't want to take any chances of blowing their good deal, but Mom was in no hurry. She liked taking advantage of me in my sleep, so I slept, even through a butt fucking.

Eventually, I got the best of both worlds. Mom had gone off on an all day shopping spree, leaving me with Dad and Hal. They got horny, because in my ninth month, Mom, my good Mom, forbade me to wear any clothes, ever. This was to humiliate me. I was also forced to show my spread beaver at all times. Walking was the only time my knees got near each other. Consequently, I made the guys horny. They took matters into their own hands and raped me repeatedly, even tying me down to do it. I struggled and fought, just for appearances' sake. It was a divine raping, just as I'd always wanted. After that, it was rape, rape, rape, whenever Mom's back was turned.

I delivered a baby boy that Mom took control over. She was shameless in her abuse with him. She never hurt the child, but her good self was almost as bad as her bad self. Her good self made me keep his pacifiers in her pussy, and her good self taught the child to also use her clit as a pacifier. Sometimes, I'd remove the pacifier and stick it in his mouth. At other times, I'd carry him to her as she laid back with her knees drawn up and laid open, then settle his mouth at her clit. We teethed him on tampons, of course, and Mom fucked herself with his tiny limbs. It was nothing to see her naked, watching TV, with my baby's leg in her pussy to the knee.

Her bad self brought my child to me in my sleep and treated me to the same. Furthermore, I got to suck his tiny penis and she helped him fuck my pussy. Baby boys do get erections, by the way.

By this time, Hal was visible and brought into my sleep sessions. With his help, I was soon pregnant again. This time, I delivered a girl. Two more boys, twins, followed her, and another girl on my eighteenth birthday. I moved out when I was twenty-two, but Mom kept the kids. I married at twenty-five, and have three kids of my own. My husband knows everything. He won't let me play games with our kids, but he loves to visit my folks and watch me with my other kids. The youngest is now twelve. My first boy is fifteen.

The whole family comes to me in my sleep. My husband is a ghost. He is also a voyeur. Hal never had it so good, because my husband is a ghost from the time he enters until the time he leaves. My family has never acknowledged him, said a word to him, or given him a thing. He roams freely from room to room and sees it all. Daddy has no inhibitions. My kids don't know the word. Mom is bad all the time. Her two selves have finally merged.

The sleep sessions are great, but if you've never been raped by five little kids, you just don't know what you're missing. After we returned from our last visit, my husband stood looking down on the sleeping forms of our three daughters. They all sleep nude in the same big bed. The youngest is three, the oldest is five. I came up behind him, wrapped my arms about his waist, unzipped him, and stroked his hard cock. I whispered sexily in his ear, "You could have your own private little harem, you know. I could make it happen. No pussy is too young for her own father's cock."

I never felt his cock so hard. I gave it a good pumping while he licked his lips. After just a few seconds, all he said was, "When can we start?"

"Pick one and bring her to the bedroom." I left him and went to our room. I left the light on and sat with my back to the headboard, legs apart, and a lifelike cock working in and out slowly. He entered carrying our youngest daughter, Susie. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and looked at me. I smiled and said, "Sweetheart, Mommy and Daddy want to show you something fun to do with your pussy. Would you like that?"

Susie's eyes focused on the dildo going in and out of my pussy. Her face came alive with interest. All she said was, "Uh huh!"



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Duke's Bitch


Life with Benny is a bore, sexually, anyway. Benny is a great provider. I don't have to work. That's part of my problem. Being twenty-two with no kids, married to a thirty-five-year-old couch potato leaves a girl plenty of time to daydream and fantasize. It also leaves plenty of time to masturbate.

I could go find a lover. Benny wouldn't object if he thought I might leave him if he did. All he wants is his nightly quick fuck and snore, clean socks, and a well-stocked beer cooler in front of the TV. When sports are playing, I could ball the high school football team upstairs. He wouldn't care as long as they weren't supposed to be playing a game.

The reason I didn't cheat stemmed from my strict moral upbringing. Even my fantasies were tame. I live in a quiet neighborhood by a lake near the Greyson plant. I generally keep to myself. Few neighbors talk to each other. Most work at the plant and aren't social with outsiders. When new outsiders moved into the neighborhood, I thought it might be nice to have someone to visit or borrow sugar from.

The houses are widely spaced. I decided to make an effort to meet the new couple who had moved in across the street. They were older than Benny by twenty-five years, but I always got along with older people. They looked nice and charming. Their kids were all grown and gone. They appeared to be young retires with a lot of life still in them. I thought they might make good friends.

I put on a nice summer dress, did my hair and makeup, then, gathered my courage and headed over with a fruit basket I'd arranged. It took both hands to hold it and the fruit almost hid me. I had to turn sideways to greet the man when he opened the door for me. I told him who I was and said I just stopped by with a housewarming gift. He asked me to wait a moment then shut the door on me. I stood there and got a little pissed.

I waited a couple minutes, then started to walk away when the door opened and they were both there to welcome me in. I put on a big smile and moved inside, expecting someone to take the basket. I was about to suggest it, when I felt something go up under my skirt and something cold and wet touch my inner thigh near my crotch. When a warm wet tongue snaked through my crotch, I knew they had a dog, a big dog, a big nasty dog. I could not help but wonder, with all the delay, why they hadn't put such a rude animal outside before inviting a lady into their home.

The dog's tongue kept licking through my crotch, sending electric chills, exciting chills, up my spine. The dog was behind me. I wasn't sure they even knew what he was up to. They were admiring my basket of fruit, still making no attempt to relieve me of it. The dog came around to my front and went under again, this time, pressing his muzzle against my inflamed clit and licking even harder.

This time, I knew they knew, because they made room for him to get at me. He plastered my panties to my pussy and had me close to orgasm. It occurred to me that they had actually let the dog in. That knowledge sent a rush of excitement through me. They could see that I wasn't about to bolt for the door. She took the fruit basket, leaving me standing there with their dog's head lapping furiously under my skirt.

By this time, they both took note of what he was up to as I gently struggled to push his head away. The assistance I expected never came as they both stood back and watched, their eyes focused at my crotch, with amused grins. I didn't know what to say, and couldn't speak if I did. Gradually, I stopped struggling, realizing that if they weren't going to help, I had no chance. I couldn't even run. I just stood there with this stupid, far off stare, letting their dog lap away at my pussy.

His tongue was driving me mad. It felt so damn good, I didn't want it to stop. My arms hung limply at my side as they began talking to me as though nothing out of the ordinary were going on. I tried to pay attention, and nodded frequently. The novelty of the situation added to the excitement. They were playing some sort of game with me and I began to like the game.

After several long minutes, the woman, Sarah Peterson, came over and asked if I'd like to sit. She took my elbow and led, saying, "Just ease back slowly, dear."

I eased back taking baby steps, trying not to disturb the dog. When the back of my knees encountered the sofa, I collapsed. The dog mounted my outstretched right leg and began humping it. I could feel his long and thick penis sliding against my calf. They took seats on either side of me, while their dog humped my leg with wild animalistic abandon. They continued talking throughout all this, even while hot jets were peppering my lower leg.

The dog dismounted shortly afterward and went off to lick his shrinking dick. Sarah leaned over and examined my cum-splattered leg, saying, "I'd better get something to clean that mess up for you. Just sit tight, dear."

With dog cum running down to my shoes, I sat waiting. Her husband, Steve, simply smiled. He said his son was the principal of the high school and wanted to know if I knew him. I hadn't heard of a Hal Peterson, but I knew we had a new principal. In a community with one small high school, that's big news. It was strange talking casually with him while his dog's cum slithered down my leg in plain sight. It was more strange when I learned he was the father of our high school principal. I tried to act nonchalant, but he could hardly keep his eyes off my legs.

When she returned with a warm wash cloth, she set about wiping my leg, lifting it higher than was necessary, putting the mess on display while at the same time causing my skirt to slide down my legs. She held my leg so high that she exposed my wet panties. Steve peered between my legs while she worked, taking her sweet time about it. I thought about covering myself, but having his eyes on my wet crotch excited me. I simply sat back and allowed her to do as she pleased.

She took this as a silent okay to further expose and humiliate me. She raised my leg straight up, making the cum run down my inner thigh toward my panties. My skirt was now in my lap. Steve sat on the forward edge of the sofa looking back at my pussy, making no attempt to conceal the fact that it was my pussy he was staring at. Sarah did not do the obvious by starting low and working her way up. She piddled around at my foot until the cum was at my crotch.

I could not believe they were treating me this way. They looked and talked so regular and conservative. Nothing seemed to faze them. You'd have thought the dog had just made me spill a glass of wine in my lap. Sarah said, "We really appreciate you indulging our ill-mannered dog. Most women would have bolted at the first feel of a dog's tongue on their vagina. We especially appreciate you allowing him to relieve himself on your lovely body. It is lovely, isn't it, Steve?"

Steve leaned over and gazed right at my beaver and said, "Quite lovely. By the looks of things, I'm sure Duke was well-pleased with it."

I stared at my own beaver along with Steve, marveling at how much detail showed through wet panties. When he said it was quite lovely, it was my pussy he was looking at. I had to agree.

Sarah slowly cleaned my lower leg, but stopped at my knee, saying, "There, the rest of his sperm won't show. You can get that at your leisure."

After this exchange, they helped me up and guided me to the door. As I passed through, she said, "Come back anytime. I'm sure Duke will be pleased to see you again." The door shut behind me and I could hear their faint snickering laughter.

I left that house in a dumb stupor at a trot. I was quite shook. Well, you can imagine what fantasies that encounter sparked. After a few days, I went back. When our eyes met at the door, they knew exactly why I was there; I knew that they knew. I saw no need to offer an explanation, and they didn't ask. He invited me in as she went to the patio and called for their dog.

The same thing happened, but I was much better prepared. They were also more daring and at ease. Nothing overt was said. We played the game. Duke took one look at me and made a beeline for my snatch. I made no move to prevent access to my pussy and remained standing under his tongue assault much longer than the first time. This time, when I sat, I purposefully sat in a slump to extend more of my leg. When he mounted my leg, his cock rubbed closer to my knee. When he shot his load, the ropy strands went along the insides of my thighs. Some hit my crotch. This time, the woman cleaned me and my crotch very thoroughly under her husband's watchful eyes. She had my skirt folded up above my panties, ostensibly to make sure she got it all.

I found an excuse to stop by at least once a week. We still played pretend games. It was more fun for all of us that way. After my seventh or eighth visit, I stopped wearing panties. By this time, I'd lost my inhibitions; besides, the woman found clever ways of showing her husband my naked pussy. She'd pull out my leg band at the crotch to wipe the inside of my panty crotch. I know, it was pretty lame, but we were all into the game.

When they noticed I'd come over without panties, they really got carried away with the clean up. She especially. Though most of the dog cum was splashed up my inner thighs, she pretended it had gone inside my hole. You can imagine how she addressed that problem. She had hubby hold my legs out wide while she swabbed my hole like a mother taking care of her baby. She even inserted Q-tips to clean deep. I loved it.

After that, I was pretty brazen. We dragged out the sessions by having me stand and walk around. The dog followed with his head under my very short skirt. We all pretended to ignore him. With the skirt being so tight, his constant nosing under from front and rear pushed it over the swell of my hips, leaving me naked from the waist down. When that happened, they'd usually take seats to get a good view. I'd stand before them with their dog's nose in my ass and his long tongue curling up through my legs from behind to swab my clit before drawing back through my crack. Their eyes never left my pussy while we talked. I got quite bold, standing with my feet widely planted and rocking on the tongue in a sensuous grind.

Sometimes, this overt demonstration required comment. She'd say something like, "I can't tell you how pleased we are to find a woman who is willing to service a dog." He might say, "You'd be surprised how many women freak out when they feel a dog's long hot tongue snake up and sometimes into their vaginas, Paula." I let them know I enjoyed these crude statements. Openly drawing attention to my behavior made what I was doing seem all the more obscene.

Usually, I'd smile and offer them a more obscene pose. One time, the dog was in front, trying to get his muzzle up my hole. Steve said, "Whatever you have up there really has him excited." I widened my stance, thrust out my pelvis, reached down, and used my fingers to open myself as wide as I could. God, it felt so wicked doing that with them watching.

This prompted her to say, "Yes, that's much better. Is his tongue getting way up inside your vagina, Paula?"

I said, "Yes, clear to my womb, I think."

She smiled and said, "You are such a dear to allow him to do that. I didn't know there were women like you around. We were ready to hire a professional, but where do you find human females willing to rent themselves out as bitches to satisfy a horny pet."

I loved it. I told her I'd gladly serve as his bitch for free, hoping they'd suggest I allow the dog to fuck me. They, however, seemed content to wait for things to unfold naturally, probably hoping I'd suggest it. She did say, "Paula, I think he'd prefer you perform this service in the nude. Bitches don't wear clothes, you know." Hey, I was game. I stripped. From then on, they referred to me as bitch, or Duke's bitch. My vagina became a pussy or a cunt. The things they said were degrading, demeaning, and intended to humiliate me. I ate them up.

The next time I was there, I wanted to fuck the dog. When it came time, I sat on the edge of the sofa between them and spread my legs. I was being as overt as possible, clearly offering him my pussy and not my leg. The dumb dog was so used to fucking my leg that he went for the leg. He wanted his cock up high. He hugged my waist and the cock rode high on the inside of my right thigh, often poking me in the cunt. I tried to capture it with my pussy. They could see what I was trying to do, but offered no assistance. They simply watched me make a fool of myself, squirming like a bitch in heat while their mutt slobbered on my tits. He ended by squirting his cum all over my pussy and my hand as I tried getting the tip of his shooting cock in my hole.

It was frustrating, but once he gets wrapped around your leg, there's no way to maneuver. Beforehand, I had considered assuming the classic doggie style position. I decided against it. It would have been too straightforward; besides, the missionary position gave them a better view. If I had just sat back and gotten my legs up and out more, he'd have had no choice but to rub on me where pussy was. It would be simple to guide him in from there. Next time, that's exactly what I planned to do. I was determined to fuck that dog, and I knew they wanted to watch him fuck me.

I was about to pop over for a visit to their house when a phone call came. It was Sarah. She said, "Paula, we want you to come over and service our dog, but I must tell you, we are both upset with your last performance."

I knew this was a put-on; she was in her game voice. I assumed mine and said, "Oh, I try very hard to please you and your dog, Mrs. Peterson." I always call them Mr. and Mrs. Peterson in game mode, Sarah and Steve when we just talk and visit.

"You don't try hard enough. It has been three months, and you still haven't learned how to properly service him. We think you are holding back, trying to avoid the obvious. I think you know very well what I am referring to, don't you, Paula?"

"You want me to allow him to fuck me in my pussy and let him cum in my pussy?"

"That is exactly right, Paula. That is the service we expect from a human bitch. That is what you are, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mrs. Peterson. I am your dog's bitch."

"Well, you're not a very good one if he can't fuck you in the pussy and shoot his doggie cum way up inside your cunt where it belongs. I'm tired of cleaning up the mess you make, Paula. If you were a good bitch, you'd think ahead and bring something along to plug up your fuck hole so you could carry the sperm home with you."

Her vulgar banter excited me greatly. I pleaded, "Mrs. Peterson, I'm so sorry and inconsiderate. Please don't fire me. I will do better. I will let him fuck my pussy any time he wants, and I'll find something big to plug my fuck-hole with. I won't spill a drop, I promise."

"That's much better. All right. We will expect you within the hour. Shave your pussy bald and leave your clothes on the doorstep. Do you understand?"

I gulped, but said, "Yes, I understand. I'll be there soon."

I hurriedly showered and shaved, then rummaged around the kitchen for a suitable plug. I settled on a large potato which I carefully peeled and carved in the middle until it took on an hour glass look. I tried it out and found it difficult to insert. I considered using a body cream, but remembered that Duke would be licking it. Perhaps a vegetable oil, I thought.

I used a liberal amount of peanut oil, massaging into the area where I'd shaved, then on impulse poured some into my hole while lying on my back with my ass up in the air. I figured Duke would like it. When I stood, what leaked out, I rubbed into my legs. With my pussy well-oiled, I attempted to re-insert the plug. It slid in almost effortlessly, and once my vaginal muscles closed over the thin middle, it remained locked firmly in place.

I walked around with the plug inside and liked the feeling. A smile crossed my face as I pictured my husband having to pull the plug out before his fuck. The smile grew as I pictured his dick sliding in all that doggie cum. The smile became a guttural laugh as I saw myself refusing to explain the spermlike substance or the reason for a plug.

I patted my pussy and said, "Get used to this thing, pussy. After you get your doggie douche, it isn't coming out until Benny takes it out." I decided to wear the plug over, thinking to make an impression. I modeled my nude form before a full-length mirror, liking the effect the three inches of potato sticking out from my tightly stretched pussy lips made. I loved the way it moved from side to side with each step. I slipped on old loafers and donned my housecoat.

I paid little attention to the neighborhood. It wasn't all that uncommon for a housewife to go from one house to another in a housecoat. A dozen homes had a view of my crossing, though most were spread out and the road had a gentle bend to it. I did notice that no one was outside at the time. I crossed to their house and went to the door. I debated about waiting to drop the housecoat as the door opened, but movement at the window to my side told me I was being observed. I listened for cars, then shrugged out of it, kicking off my shoes before ringing the door bell.

Excitement welled in me with the knowledge that I stood naked, outdoors, in my own neighborhood. I prayed for the door to quickly open. It did not. I waited anxiously, nervously, for two minutes before giving another ring. They were up to playing games. I appreciated the game, and took delight in my own predicament. It got easier as I stood there, waiting. I began to think, "So what if somebody sees me. What can they say?" I hardly knew any of them. I hardly cared what they thought. The idea of being seen, being recognized, being seen with a potato stuffed up my twat, took on a strange appeal. Perhaps Benny would find out.

I took to pacing the walk that ran parallel with the house, passing before the window. I wanted to demonstrate my boldness, but more than that, I wanted the stimulation walking brought between my legs. I could feel the eyes of the couple on my bare, stuffed pussy. I listened for the sound of approaching cars, almost hopefully. For ten minutes, I paced without the door opening or a car passing. I rang again, growing impatient. I rang once more when the sound of an approaching car stood my hairs on end.

I pounded the door as the car drew near, then stood motionless as it passed. I looked over my shoulder and saw that the couple driving by never even looked my way. A flood of relief and excitement coursed through me. The door opened.

I smiled at the couple who stood looking at my stuffed pussy. I opened my stance and thrust out my cunt for them, saying, "Will this do?" Before they responded, I decided to get vulgar, knowing the type of lewd banter they loved. I added, "Will this pussy plug keep all of your dog's hot doggie sperm way up in my pussy where it belongs after he fucks his big dog cock in my bitch cunt?"

My words brought smiles. He said, "I don't know, honey. What do you think?"

Sarah said, "Turn around and bend over. Let's just see how tight a fit we have here. I wouldn't want any accidents to occur. Dog cum is hard to get out of a carpet."

I was still standing in the open, on the front porch, but did as requested, spreading my feet wide and bending low to grasp my ankles. While bent almost double, I noticed that I stood among tiny black ants and they were getting on my foot. Sarah stepped up and fisted the potato, turning, twisting, then removing it with a sucking pop, saying, "I'll be damned, a twat spud." I groaned as she re-inserted it, then told me to stand and turn about. Sarah said, "Okay, now do a few jumping jacks." I smiled inwardly, then did a dozen. "Do a few deep squats." I did a dozen squats.

On the final squat, I remained in that squat with my hands braced on my knees, keeping myself widespread. The tip of the spud almost touched the concrete as I held my pose. Ants were crawling over my legs and several tickled my crotch. I tried to ignore them. I said, "See, my pussy is well-plugged. After I let your dog fuck me with his big doggie cock, and after he shoots his doggie cum way up inside my pussy, I'll plug my hole. No dog cum will leak out to spoil your carpet, I promise."

They stalled, going, "I don't know."

"Look, I want to make up for being a bad bitch. Duke is my lover, and I am his bitch. He is entitled to my pussy, and I have no right to deny him access to it. His sperm belongs in my pussy, and I should have to wear it there as a lesson. I promise to keep this plug in even after I get home. You can stop in unannounced and check on me. Furthermore, only my husband can remove it so that he can enjoy his rights by virtue of our marriage. If he chooses not to remove it, I'll wear it in place until morning."

This monologue pleased them as I was sure it would. They looked happy. He said, "Honey, I think she has learned her lesson. I think she deserves another chance, don't you?"

"Well, it is hard to find a girl willing to grovel naked on our doorstep in broad daylight where anyone can see her, just for the opportunity to mate with our dog. And with a spud stuffed up her cunt so she can carry the dog sperm back to her husband."

"That's right, and don't forget, she is willing to make her husband take sloppy seconds after our dog, her lover."

"Yes, that is very important. Duke's needs must come first, always. It would be better if her husband officially recognized that reality."

They both let that message sink in. I now understood where they were headed. I had the perfect husband for what they wanted. He'd put up with anything. I said, "Suppose I made Benny check with you first to see if Duke needed any pussy before I let him have any. Would that be satisfactory?"

Steve said, "He would do that?" I smiled and nodded.

Sarah said, "Are you sure?"

"I would not make the offer if I couldn't deliver. Look, tonight, Benny will be pulling this plug out. He'll want to know what it's all about, especially when he sees the mess. I plan to lay it all out for him, tell him everything. I will make him understand that Duke is my lover and his needs come first. I will inform him that he can only have my pussy after Duke has had it first. He will always be getting sloppy seconds, and that a fresh, clean, pussy is reserved only for Duke. I will have him call you this evening so the he can personally tell you that he understands the way things are going to be from now on. Now, can I please come in and screw your dog? I'm getting a cramp, and ants are starting to crawl up my leg."

Sarah exclaimed, "Oh, look, honey! There's a whole line of ants and they are crawling up her leg."

He bent down to watch the file march onto my left foot between my big and second toe. Hundreds, possibly thousands, were behind them. I saw them too, but made no move to escape, patiently awaiting permission to get up though they never told me to assume the squat in the first place. The squat did help to conceal me, as there was a bushy plant behind me. The ants crawling up my leg made me tingle. I knew they weren't the biting type. I suspected that my wet, musky vaginal scent or the oil probably attracted them and that my pussy was most likely their destination. Actually, I was as curious as the couple to see what they'd do once they got there.

I decided to drop a hint, saying, "Are you going to make me stay like this until I'm covered in ants as punishment for not being a good bitch, for not freely offering up my pussy to receive Duke's animal cock, for not welcoming his dog cum deep in my womb?"

By this time, several hundred were marching up my inner thigh, headed right for my pussy. The line was thick on the concrete walk. Soon, thousands would converge on my pussy. As the couple watched in awe, ants grew thick around and on the spud. Sarah was amazed at my willingness to endure this assault. Her voice, heavy with arousal, said, "That's exactly what you deserve. In fact, to teach you a lesson, I want you to remove that plug."

"But they will get inside my pussy. Is there no other way?"

"No, I want them to get up your pussy."

I removed the plug carefully, trying not to disturb the many ants on the potato itself. Those on my pussy lips moved into the gaping hole under the couple's watchful eyes. Sarah, inspired by my passive acceptance, said, "That's not good enough. I want you to sit in front of the line of ants and open up your hole with your fingers."

To their surprise, that's exactly what I did. They had to step outside and move to the side to get a head-on view of my open pussy as I hooked my index fingers in from opposite sides. They both knelt to watch the ants, now numbering in the thousands, move up my ass crack and into my pussy hole. I wiggled my butt to get my hole aligned with the column. The column marched right up my hole. I never felt anything so strangely titillating as thousands of tiny legs tickled my interior walls and swarmed over my labia, clit, and fingers. The line showed no sign of diminishing, and I showed no sign of distress. After a few minutes, every place that I'd massaged the oil into was covered in ants. My pussy was a solid black, moving mass, alive with delicious sensation, inside and out.

They let me remain seated in the ant column for fifteen minutes before Sarah said, "Okay, you can get up now."

I withdrew my fingers, trapping tens of thousands of the ants inside my pussy. I rose to my feet, my legs and crotch infested. I knew I would not be invited in and wondered what Sarah would do. Sarah looked at me and said, "Let that be a lesson to you. If you cause any more trouble, the next time we'll look for a fire ant nest for you to squat on. Now, go home and rid yourself. You'd best be ant-free when you return. Oh, and carry your housecoat and shoes. Return without them. One other thing: Put the plug back in."

I killed hundreds of ants re-inserting the twat spud, but the pleasure was worth it. My cunt felt alive as I left the doorstep. Thoughts of being seen evaporated. I no longer cared. The joy of walking naked across the street in broad daylight with my friends watching excited me tremendously. I took my time; I even stopped to check my mail box. I stopped again at my garden hose and sprayed those clinging to my body. At my door, I waved. A hot shower and a long douche cleared my pussy, though there were probably ants, and ant body parts, in places I didn't want to think about. Clean and fresh, I made the return trip.

My trip was interrupted by a car that sent me scurrying back to my door. Another passed as I neared their door. I was sure they saw me. The car did slow. I ducked behind the little bush for another, avoiding the stray ants still in the area. This time, they opened the door shortly after the ring.

They brought me to their dining table for a pelvic exam. They laid me out like a lab specimen and used a penlight to look inside. Sarah announced that all looked well. A few black specks were ignored. Duke was pawing the sliding glass door, eager to get at me. Sarah spun me around so that my cunt faced the dog, then fingered my pussy, saying, "Look, Duke, we brought you some pussy to fuck. She's going to be a good bitch from now on and let you fuck your cock up her cunt. You can empty your balls in this nasty little bitch any time you want, precious."

Looking to her husband while finger fucking me, Sarah said, "Oh, look how happy and excited he is, dear. He can't wait to mount this bitch."

"Come on, dear, we've kept these two lovers apart long enough. Can't you see they're both eager to mate? Look at the bitch squirming in anticipation of taking Duke's cock up her snatch. Her pussy is salivating for his cock. You want that dog dick, don't you, bitch?"

"Yes! Yes! I want to feel his cock in my pussy so badly. I need a good animal screwing. My pussy will suck his cock dry."

Sarah opened the glass door as her husband helped me to my feet. Duke bounded over and devoured my pussy as I held it open for him, saying, "Oh, yes, baby. It's all yours, now."

I put on a vulgar exhibition as I offered up my pussy in a variety of spread beaver poses. Duke was more excited than he'd ever been, and his long cock dangled from it's furry sheath as he moved about me. When Sarah felt we were ready, she led me to the sofa and drew me down between them. I immediately brought my legs up and they each took one and opened me into the splits, offering Duke my pussy poised at the edge of the cushion. Duke jumped up and gripped me around the chest. I reached down and grasped his hard cock, guiding it to my hole.

The couple both leaned in to observe the penetration from each side. Duke's humping loins quickly drove home the eight-inch slab of dog cock, bringing forth a swoon from me. I felt him deep, his pointy cock denting the back of my vagina as the middle swelled inside my cunt. I cried out, "Oh, Fuck! This feels fantastic. God help me, I love this. Oh, Fuck my pussy, Duke! Fuck it hard!"

The dog humped hard and fast for ten minutes before pumping a copious load up my twat. I could feel the hot jets pepper my womb and I announced that I was taking his sperm. Duke remained inside while his cock eased back and the swelling receded. When he emerged, Sarah was ready with the plug and quickly inserted it, saying, "There, now take that to your husband with our regards."

I relaxed in a slump with a satisfied look on my face. I fondled the part of the spud sticking out and purred, "Oh, I will. It will be a pleasure feeling him sloshing around in Duke's cum."

Steve said, "Paula, do you really have that much control over your husband?"

I looked to Steve and said, "That turns you on, doesn't it?"

"It does. It turns us both on."

"I'm glad, because I can deliver. Yes, I do have that much and more. Tell me, what do you really want."

"All right, we would love it if you could stipulate that he can't have you until immediately after Duke has had you. Here, in our presence, of course."

"That's kinky. I like it. All right, I'll see to it."

Sarah spoke up, "There's more. We will want safeguards against cheating. We need some way to insure that the rules are followed."

"Like what?"

"Like a chastity belt worn by you. One that we hold the key to."

"A chastity belt! That's fantastic. Do you have one?"

Sarah smiled and said, "Wait here."

She returned with a chain contraption. I stood to examine it. It looked like the bottoms to a string bikini but without any material covering. It had a metal belt with a long chain dangling from the center. Sarah removed the potato and said, "We won't be needing this, now. She tossed it aside. Dog cum poured down my legs. She fastened the belt snugly around my waist, then drew the chain between my legs, drawing it up my crack. She fastened it to the front with a through pin and snapped a lock on it. I was unfuckable.

"There, you can pee in that thing, but taking a shit will pose a problem. You can do it, but it will be awfully messy. A shower afterwards is a must. You can always come here."

"Okay, I guess that seals the deal. Benny isn't getting any pussy until he plays by the rules. At least I won't have to return home naked, now."

"No, but you'll have to return home right away. You are about to stain my carpet. Honey, get the door for this leaky bitch."

Steve opened the door and I hurried out. I took a quick look around, then started off across the street. Half way across, a car came and I took off like a bottle rocket, just getting inside as it passed. It was a close call that had my heart pounding. Benny had just gotten home and was on his way to the TV carrying a fresh beer and a bag of chips. He halted dead in his tracks and looked me over, almost dropping his beer. "Honey, what the fuck?"

I caught my breath and walked up to him. His eyes went over the device, then focused on the mess running down both legs. I said, "It's dog cum, Benny. I've been fucking the neighbor's dog." I brushed past him on my way to the shower. Benny followed as I expected. I turned on the water and stepped into the stall.

Benny said, "Would you please clarify that?"

"What word didn't you understand?"

"You fucked a dog?"

"Good, Benny. I think you've got it."

"Why?"

"Because he fucks me better and longer than you. He's a great fuck. I'm his bitch. He's my lover. Any more questions?"

"Do the neighbors know."

"They set it up. My job is to service their dog. I take my job seriously."

"So what's with the gizmo, and why were you out running around naked?"

"I wasn't naked, I'm wearing a chastity belt."

"A chastity belt? Those things are for virgins."

"No, they are to keep unauthorized cocks out of privately owned pussies and assholes."

"Who has the key."

"The Petersons, of course."

"So how do I get pussy?"

"Well, that's going to be a problem. They have rules; Duke gets first crack at my crack. You can have pussy, but you have to get it right after Duke gets his, before they lock it up again. They said they'd allow you enough time as long as you don't take too long. I told them they needn't worry about that."

I could see that Benny wasn't as upset as he pretended to be. His eyes couldn't leave my chastity belt, and he asked me to spell out in detail how things were. His raging hardon betrayed how he really felt about my taking a dog lover, so I gave him a detailed description of the act and its effect on me. He'd almost cum in his pants when I'd mention that Duke would always have fresh pussy, and he would always follow Duke only if the Petersons were satisfied with his complete and total acceptance of the true order of things. By that evening, he was more than ready to make the call to explain to them what he understood his role to be.

I almost came just listening to my husband profess over and over in a variety of lewd and graphic terms that he was second to Duke and that I was Duke's number one lover and bitch. Of course, he quickly discovered the key words and phrases that turned them on and used them liberally. They told him to bring the bitch over for mating.

Benny did not like walking me over wearing only the chastity belt; but by then, I'd have it no other way. He thoroughly enjoyed watching me mate with the beast, and dutifully followed, shoving his meager prick in the sloppy mess and dumping his load in record time. After that first session, he refastened the belt and then fastened a jeweled dog collar around my neck, one that they handed him. They told him I must wear it always. It had a hanging tag with the words, "Duke's Bitch," inscribed on both sides in letters easy to read from several feet away. I wore it proudly and intended to wear it everywhere. They snapped a leash to the collar and handed the end to Benny.

On the way home, I stalled. He was so nervous. I was determined that someone see me. When we got to our door, I insisted we go back because I forgot to thank them. Poor Benny was beside himself, but led me back. They were surprised to see me and immediately suspected my motive. When a car did head our way, Benny wanted to run. I stood fast, preventing him. I boldly crossed in front of the car, forcing it to slow, then stop. I waved to the couple inside as Benny tried to hustle me along. They didn't move until we got to our door.

Just when Benny thought we were home safe, the Petersons called us back. Two more cars caught us in the crossing. Both stopped, headed in opposite directions, and remained in the street between our house and the Petersons. When we got to their door, Sarah said, "You're welcome." I had to laugh. Benny wanted in, but they wouldn't have it. We headed back. Benny wanted to pass behind one of the cars, but I wanted to go between the two sets of head lights. One car had a single male driver, but the other had a family with three kids inside, all with their noses to the window. I walked right up to the driver's window of that car. He rolled the window down and turned on the interior light. I leaned down so they all got a good look at the inscription on my collar. He asked if I had the time.

He had a shit-eating grin on his face. His wife just sat there, dumbfounded. One kid said, "Who's Duke." I pointed back to the Peterson house and said, "Duke is their male black lab. Why?"

He said, "What does that mean, 'Duke's Bitch?'" His mother said, "Arnold, please?" I looked to her and said, "Do you want to explain this to him, or do you want me to?"

She and her husband exchanged looks. I saw him pass a signal with a nod. She looked to her kids and saw their eager, excited faces. The other car moved up until the driver was at my ass. I found out latter that he had a flashlight. The woman turned to me and said, "By all means, you tell him."

I turned to the kid and said, "Duke is my lover. I am his bitch. Do you know what male dogs do with their bitches?"

He said shyly, "Yeah, do you let him do that to you?"

"Do what, sweetheart?"

He said to his mother, "Can I say the word?" She said, "You've gone this far, I don't see why not." He smiled and said, "Do you let him fuck you?"

"Yes, I let him fuck my pussy. I let him cum in my pussy, too." I stood up and stepped back, almost getting a cold flashlight up my ass. I displayed my legs with my knees parted and said, "This is his doggie cum. As you can see, it is coming from my pussy." I turned to face the flashlight man and posed for him, saying, "Here, I suppose you want a good look, too." Benny stood stupidly by while I flaunted myself this way. I had to explain the chastity belt, which gave me ample excuse to display my pussy. To do this, I went to each car and threw my right leg up on the top with my pussy in the driver's window. I used my fingers to show its utility. Both of the men, and the two boys in the car took advantage of my position to get liberal feels of my pussy lips, split by the chain. Determined fingers can get past the chain. Shortly afterward, we made it home. Benny had another hardon.

I have since been caught by just about all of our neighbors. They all know what's going on. Benny expected someone to complain, but so far, we've received no complaints or visits from authorities. That was not as unusual as it might seem. I didn't think we would. We live in a very sparsely populated part of the county and the residents are staunch independents with a code that says, "To each his own." Many eccentrics have moved here. We became just one more of the crazies to be tolerated or enjoyed. I get frequent visits from my neighbors, now. Mostly because I only wear the chastity belt and collar. I only dress to go to town; even then, I am hardly dressed.

People call me the bitch lady. I love answering their questions and often repeat them, answering in a loud voice so those nearby can hear. Some parents will hustle their kids away when I am near, but most don't. In fact, kids ask most of the best questions. Some get put up to it, I'm sure. Benny has learned to live with being the community laughingstock. He has little interaction with them anyway, as he works thirty miles away and doesn't socialize. He kind of gets off on it, now, and sometimes takes me on long walks through the neighborhood, on the leash, of course. All in all, it's a dog's life, and we love it.



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Plucking the Rose


The McGills were a hard working middle class family. Both parents worked for Greyson Industries--Rose as a clerk and Robert as a line worker. They had three children, Sarah, sixteen, and two younger brothers. Sarah was no raving beauty, but she had a budding body, pleasantly proportioned, a warm smile, and happy disposition. She was an A student on the college track.

Rose McGill, at thirty-four, still had a young woman's body and took care of herself. Rose rode her bicycle everywhere. Most people knew her or recognized her ass when they saw it through the windshield encased in skin-tight cycling shorts. Her breasts were equally famous. They got good exposure in the thin tube top, their mass, hanging down when riding, bobbed and swayed with each pedal and reverberated with every bump.

Guys would pull their cars alongside her just to watch them flop and jiggle. Even when not riding, Rose showed pride in her breasts. She never wore a bra, and her nipples are too prominent for the braless look, unless showing off, which she was. Rose had long pointed nipples that were perpetually hard from rubbing raw against material. Rose, like many well-developed women, had a streak of exhibitionism in her.

Rose and Robert were most upset at the tone of the note Jim Groves sent home with Sarah, especially after Sarah told them that Mr. Groves offered to change her test grades to As if she'd consent to be his whore. Robert, Rose, and Sarah were in Hal's office bright and early the following morning. Hal had Jim present. After listening to the allegation from a tearful Sarah, and hearing her parents rant, rave, and make threats, Hal heard Jim's side. Jim claimed that the girl lied to hide her falling grades. He handed Hal a stack of her essays with big red F's on them.

Hal read the essays, frowned repeatedly, then slammed them down and said, "Well, it's plain after reading this trash that your girl is lying through her teeth. I should expel her. This is a serious offense. I stand by every grade he gave, and my degree is a Masters in American History. The girl lied, and I now see why."

The color drained from both parents. They were speechless, looking with accusing eyes toward their crying daughter, still sticking to her story, still repeating the allegations. Rose was sympathetic, but Robert was convinced his daughter did lie. He was furious with her for making them lose a day of work to take up the teacher's and the principal's time. Rose took the apologetic approach, not sure what to believe. She begged that her daughter not be expelled.

Hal let her go on begging, leading her to believe that expelling her was his only option. When he had Rose near tears and Robert begging, he held up his hands and said, "There is only one other alternative, but it is most severe." He had their hopeful attention. He said, "If Mr. Groves is willing, she could be punished with a strapping."

Robert jumped at it, but Rose sat back in dismay. Hal said, "Of course, only the most severe form would amend this offense. As you are probably aware, we are one of the few, if not the only public school that permits the public administration of corporal punishment, delivered to a naked student. That is what is called for here."

Rose sat back with her mouth agape. Both were aware that the school had that right. Both knew the rumors that some teachers did that to the girls in private. The idea that they could or would do it publicly shocked them. Robert said, "When you say, publicly, what exactly do you mean?"

"I mean in the presence of her classmates. By the teacher and before the class where the offense took place. In this case, by Mr. Groves in his third period history class. Don't get all worked up. We still haven't heard from him yet. We don't know that he's willing to let her off that easy."

Rose and Robert exchanged worried looks while Jim seemed to be debating the question. Rose was smart enough to see through their act at this point. She suspected Groves all along. She knew her daughter's essays couldn't be failing work. Though she saw through their game, and knew Hal was in on it, she still could see no way out. Game or no game, they could ruin their daughter's chances for a college education.

She slowly reasoned that if Sarah had to suffer insults to her modesty and a little pain to get by these perverts, then she could live with that. Even if the part about whoring for them was true, and she had to put out on a regular basis, it wouldn't kill her, she reasoned. Rose saw nothing wrong with sex, but it pained her to think about her little girl having to strip naked before her classmates and suffer a beating at that pervert's grubby hands. Still, she saw no way out.

Gradually, Rose accepted their situation and the futility of fighting them. Gradually, she entertained the idea of playing along to minimize damages. She could see the potential positive results. Doing so could lead to some nasty fun. Her attitude quickly changed. She addressed Groves, pleading, "Please, Mr. Groves, won't you help us out? Please don't ruin our daughter's college chances all over a stupid mistake."

Robert was surprised by his wife's sudden change. He agreed with her. He suspected no ulterior motive, and like Rose, saw no other option. He just never thought Rose would come to see things that way. He decided to let Rose handle this.

Jim picked up Rose's unexpected change in attitude. When she adjusted her position with an excessive flash of thigh, then sat thrusting out her big tits, he immediately perked up. His dick got hard quickly. Rose noticed this right away, but then she was a compulsive crotch watcher anyway. She caught Jim's eye, then looked at his crotch, passing her tongue suggestively over her lips, making a full circle.

Since all eyes were on Rose, everyone caught it. Rose was not concerned with what everyone caught or didn't catch, as long as Groves understood. Jim took one look at Robert and saw that he would be no problem. He stopped trying to hide his erection and, instead, sat back making it obvious. The raging hard-on grossly tented his slacks as he studied Rose's reaction to his bold move. Eyes went from Jim's crotch bulge to Rose and back, as each was feeling the other out as though no one else was in the room.

Rose sat back in imitation of Jim's pose and let her knees drift apart. Her short skirt, aimed right at Jim, gave him a tunnel view of her panty-covered crotch. She traced a finger on her inner thigh at the hemline and moved it up, bunching the skirt several inches, seductively saying, while staring at his cock, "I'm sure there must be some way we can resolve this to your complete and total satisfaction."

All eyes turned on Jim as the ball bounced in his court. Jim smiled wickedly. His hand rubbed his hard-on, boldly and suggestively. He curled his fist around it to better reveal its dimensions to her and said, "Perhaps."

A high lob drifted over the net. Rose parted her knees wide, and moved her finger high on her inner thigh in a move as dramatic and provocative as Jim's. Her finger advanced up her inner thigh, taking the skirt with it until the fabric bunched in folds over her mound, exposing the crotch of her panties to everyone's eyes. Sarah watched in amazement, but Robert showed little surprise at his lusty wife's actions.

Even when she curled all fingers except the fuck finger to form an obscene gesture, and ran that painted red nail in the wet crease of her crotch, moving it sensuously up and down her panty-covered cuntal groove, pushing in on the material to give Jim a better idea of her intimate dimensions. She said, after several passes up the trench, "Tell me what you want, Jim. You're not a shy man. We are at your mercy. You're in total control here."

With those words of surrender, Jim stood, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and let his pants drop. He wore no underwear. Robert's jaw dropped. Sarah recoiled. Jim took his cock in hand, fisted his seven-inches, then retook his seat, continuing to stroke his erection.

Not to be outdone, Rose reached in with her left hand and pulled the crotch of her panties hard until they ripped away. Her fingers worked in her pussy for highest visual effect. Jim had no words. He was lost in his jerking off. Rose wanted that cock, and wanted it badly. The more she studied it, the more she wanted it inside her. The fact that others were watching only added to the desire. In an impulsive move, seeing that Jim wasn't going to respond and was about to spill his load, she got up, crossed over, hiked her skirt, and sat on his cock, taking it to the balls in her warm, wet, sheath.

Sarah was astonished. Robert was stunned. Rose sat still, wanting Jim to settle down. Her hands stroked his face and she purred, "I thought we needed a more comfortable position to discuss this further. Are you comfortable, now?"

"Fucking me isn't going to get Sarah off the hook, you know?"

"I certainly hope not. It is hardly a punishment for her for what she did, and I rather enjoy this. No, I sat on your nice hard cock to get comfortable, and I'm not comfortable yet." With that, she pulled her top off in one deft move. Her big tits sprang free, bobbing in his face. She unhooked and unzipped the skirt and drew it over her head, tossing it behind her. She sat, naked, impaled on his cock, the shreds of her panties hanging around her waist. She liked the effect, so she left them.

She wiggled her tits and said, "There, now I'm comfortable. Now, we can discuss Sarah's punishment like adults." Rose lifted her tits, saying, "You like my big titties, don't you? Suck them if you want. I'm in no hurry. We have all the time in the world." Jim sucked one, then the other, then went back and forth as Rose wiggled her ass in his lap.

With her husband sitting right behind her, and Sarah sitting beside him, Rose realized that if she raised up, they could see the cock entering her pussy. A wicked thrill coursed through her. She raised herself slowly up and down on the cock, leaning far forward while tilting her pelvis back so they could see the point of entry clearly. She came all the way up until the tip was about to slip free, held her pose for a few seconds, then slid sensuously down to sit fully on his groin. She did this repeatedly while feeding her tits to Jim's hungry mouth, all the while telling him what a great cock he had and what a great fuck he was.

Sarah and Robert could not keep their eyes from staring at the thick cock going in and out of Rose's hot pussy. Sarah could not believe it was her mother acting this way. Robert, at least, believed it was his wife. If he had doubts, they were dispelled when she looked back over her shoulder to see the effect her show was having on them.

Inspired by what she saw, she stood, turned to face them straddling Jim's lap, then took the cock and guided it in from the front. It was obviously a move intended to shock them and flaunt her infidelity. She settled slowly on the cock and reclined against Jim's chest. With the back of her head resting on Jim's shoulder, her feet supporting her body, and her knees out wide, her up and down movement did just that, especially when her hands came down to spread apart her cunt lips. She stared defiantly at her husband and daughter while fucking herself on Jim's rod.

Rose kept up the tease for several minutes, then returned to her original position, sitting on Jim's cock, feeding him her tits. Though she seemed calm and collected, Rose's mind was working in overdrive. Though she still did not like the idea of Sarah having to strip before her classmates, one delicious thought kept popping into her head: "Why not allow Sarah to become this man's whore."

The thought was deliciously wicked, and kept growing stronger. The more she thought about the nice cock she had in her twat, being in Sarah's twat, the more she liked the idea. Her thoughts were, "She was sexually mature and at the age of consent anyway. She'd just be giving it away to some pimple-faced kid any day now. Why not a man, a man who knew how to pleasure a pussy. Why not a dirty old man who could appreciate her tender young body while it was still young and tender."

When her mind was made up, she said, "While your mouth is busy, I have a few ideas of my own to offer. It seems to me that the punishment should be more long term and should, in some way, fit the crime."

Jim stopped sucking. He looked to Hal with a big grin and said, "Go on; I'm listening."

"Well, I was just thinking, she made some pretty awful accusations, impugning the character of a reputable teacher. Sarah, come here. Come up here beside me where we can both see you." Sarah timidly stepped to their side, several feet away, her eyes darting into their joined crotches. Rose said, "Come closer." When she got within reach, Rose grabbed her elbow and pulled her up close to Jim's chair. Jim's left hand immediately shot up the back of Sarah's thigh, up her skirt, and groped her ass. Everyone noticed.

Rose ignored the action going on under her daughter's skirt, and even ignored the panties being dragged down her legs. She held her up, preventing her from crouching away, and made her stand steady as Jim's hand came up between her legs from the rear. She allowed time for Jim to get his fingers up her daughter's cunt, then said, "Repeat those wild accusations again."

Plaintively, she cried, "Mom, they weren't wild accusations. They were true. Mom, he's fingering me."

Rose took Sarah firmly by the chin and brought her nose to nose, saying, "I know he's fingering you, Sarah. I'm holding you still so he can finger you. I want him to see for himself what you have to offer. Kick those panties off and spread your feet out for him. Make it easy for him. Show him what a hot-cunted little bitch you are."

Trembling and confused, Sarah did as her mother told her. She kicked free of the panties and placed her feet shoulder width apart.

Hal looked to Robert to see how he took this. Robert was in a good seat to see everything. In his chair, not two feet behind his wife, he had a good profile view of Jim's hand as it curled around Sarah's right ass cheek. When Sarah spread her stance, he could see the fingers toying with her pussy. Jim made certain the father had a good view. His right hand, a hand that could be used on the girl's tits or to fondle her pussy from the front, was occupied holding the back of Sarah's skirt high over her ass. The purpose was not lost on Robert. He leaned forward to peer between his daughter's wet cheeks with unabashed interest. Hal put any thought about the father not going along out of his mind.

Rose wanted to give Jim time to get Sarah good and worked up, so she moved her hands to Jim's knees and leaned back to give Sarah a good look at the cock buried in her pussy. She saw Sarah's eyes look down, then remain riveted to her crotch. With her feet planted on the floor, she could lift her pelvis. She lifted, rolled, and ground her cunt on Jim's cock, moaning in ecstasy to fan the desire rapidly building in Sarah.

She peered over her shoulder to her husband and saw his aroused interest. She also noticed him looking hungrily at their daughter's wet sex and at the adult fingers enjoying it. This did not surprise her in the least. She reclined fully to lie on her back on Jim's legs. She then reached for Sarah's left ass cheek and pulled. This turned Sarah more Robert's way and exposed a better view of her pussy with two fingers buried to the second knuckle.

Rose said, "I'll bet you never thought you'd see a sight like this, did you sweetheart?" He shook his head. "Do you approve of the way I'm handling this." He nodded. "Do you approve of the way Mr. Groves is handling our daughter's pussy?" Again he nodded.

Rose smiled, blew a kiss, then struggled up to a sitting position to see how Sarah was doing. Her face was a mask of passion. She was ready. Rose got her attention, then said, "They were accusations and they were lies. Don't you ever say they weren't lies. Do you understand me?"

Sarah nodded. Rose said, "Now, what were they again?"

Trembling with arousal, she said, "He said."

"No, he did not say. You should say, 'I said, ' and then tell us what you said he said. Now start over."

"I said he told me that if I didn't let him have intercourse with me..."

"Sarah, you did not say that he used the word intercourse. Say it just as you first told it to us."

"I said he told me that if I didn't let him fuck me, he'd flunk me. Then, I said that he said that I had to be his whore and let him fuck me all he wanted to."

"That's more like it. Those were the lies you told us. Those were lies, weren't they?"

Meekly, unconvincingly, she said, "Yes."

"Now, as I said, the punishment should fit the crime. You fostered this lie, I think you should be forced to live it." Sarah looked at her mother, but was not inclined to question or challenge her, bizarre as her statement was, even in her aroused state.

Encouraged by her daughter's silent acceptance of her statement, Rose said, "I think it would be fitting and proper that you be his whore for the remainder of your time here. You know what I think? I think you made up those lies to put the idea in his head. I think you want to be Mr. Groves whore. You do, don't you?"

Sarah bit her lower lip and nodded. Rose added, "You'd like to use your pussy to get better grades, wouldn't you?" She nodded more directly. "You'd like to fuck your way through his class, isn't that right?"

Sarah said, "Yes!"

Hal heard enough. He hopped down off his desk. He freed his rampant cock, then advanced on Sarah's ass. He didn't want to be rude and block her father's view, but there was no other way. He got in behind Sarah and poked his cock at the fingers blocking her pussy. Jim made way, and guided Hal's cockhead into the child's wet opening. Hal took it from there. He took her by the hips and gradually inched his way inside. Rose watched Sarah's expression go from surprise to a passionate grimace. She saw the pained look when her hymen ripped under Hal's firm pressure, then saw her relax with a sigh.

Rose looked to Jim and smiled, saying, "Well, what do you think of my idea? Will you accept our daughter as your whore?"

"Yeah, I'll accept her, but it still doesn't let her off of her punishment. That's no punishment at all. She wants to be my whore."

"You're right. It is no punishment."

"I think you just don't want me to have the pleasure of exposing her body in my class."

"If it's her body you want to see, here it is. It's all yours. Here." Rose began removing Sarah's clothes while she was being fucked. When she stood naked, Rose said, "There, she's all yours, tits, ass, pussy, the works. Enjoy her with our blessing."

"I will anyway. She's my whore, remember. Now, I want to put her body on display and give her ass a good going over with a strap."

"Come on, Jim. We're bending over backwards, here. Work with us on this, will you?"

"All right, if you will stand in for her, I'll accept that."

"What, me get a strapping, naked, in front of a bunch of kids? Can we get away with that?"

"We can get away with screwing in front of a bunch of kids. Yes, we can do that."

Rose's mind turned over the possibilities. He just described one of her favorite fantasies, and the pleasure from a good spanking had always been part of her sex life. She smiled and said, "Okay, you have a deal. I'll stand in for her. It will be my pleasure." Her passions fired, Rose rode his cock to a powerful mutual climax, then settled back on his legs to watch her daughter's rear entry fucking.

With his cock still buried in the girl's mother, and their joined, wet genitals in the open, Jim was inspired to pull Sarah's face into their crotches. The unexpected sensation of soft lips pressed to her sensitive pussy brought Rose's head shooting up. Looking down her torso, she saw Jim's hand on the back of her daughter's head, holding her in firm contact with their genitals. Fires of new arousal burned in Rose's crotch. She cried out, "Lick, Sarah. Lick us. Lick my pussy and lick his cock, sweetheart."

Robert was on his knees beside Rose looking at the erotic sight. Rose said, "Oh, God, Robert. She's doing it. She's licking my cunt with another man's cock in it. Oh, honey, this is too fucking much. I am committing infidelity, incest, and sodomy all at the same time, and loving it. Oh, yes, you sweet little whore. Lick that man's cum off Mommy's pussy, sweetheart. Show us what a good whore you can be. Eat up all that fuck juice like a good whore should."

Rose lifted her ass, allowing Jim's semi-rigid cock to slide out until only the head remained inside, exposing six inches of slime-coated cock. Rose said, "Lick the fuck-juice off his cock, baby. Lick it clean, then I'll get you some more." When Sarah had the cock clean, she pushed down on her mother's pubic mound, indicating that she was ready. Rose sank down; the cock sank in. When she raised up, a fresh coating presented itself to Sarah's eyes, and then to her tongue. This continued until the cock came out almost as clean as it went in.

After a dozen dips, Sarah pulled the cock out and sucked it. She sucked his cock for a few minutes, then feasted on her mother's pussy, running her tongue deep up her hole, driving her mother to delirious joy. Hal moved toward Rose's head that was resting on Jim's knees. He pulled Sarah's ass along, then pulled her left leg up and over Rose. Rose looked up to see a young, cock-stuffed pussy in her face, the cock sawing in and out. Sarah settled her body over Rose's in the classic sixty-nine position, and sucked her mother's clit.

Rose was fascinated by the view she had of her daughter's deflowering fuck. Looking back, Rose spotted Robert's head peering up from under Hal's swinging balls, watching the same sight she was watching. She said, "Isn't this marvelous? Sarah just put Jim's cock back in my pussy and she's licking us while we fuck. I could kick myself for not bringing her in on our lovemaking years ago as you wanted. Honey, do me a favor. Lick his balls while he's fucking her. Do it for me, sweetheart. I'll remember this sight for the rest of my life. You'll never get another chance to lick a man's balls while he's fucking your virgin daughter. Think of that, Robert."

Robert didn't think too long. He began licking, then licked in earnest. Hal said, "Jim, you'll love this. Sarah's father is licking my balls while I'm fucking his daughter. That's a first for me."

Jim said, "That's nothing, I've got a daughter licking my cock while I'm fucking her mother's cunt. That's a first for me, and I've had lots of mothers and daughters. We struck pay dirt, buddy. It doesn't get any better than this."

Rose and Robert loved hearing the men's lurid exchange. When Hal replied, "You're wrong, pal. It gets much better if this fuck knocks her up."

Robert stopped to look at Rose. Neither had considered that possibility. Hal said, "Hey, Mommy and Daddy. Do you guys care if we knock up your little girl? I'll be dumping this load in her womb regardless, but that don't guarantee she'll take."

Robert looked to Rose; Rose looked to Robert. Robert shrugged. Rose smiled, then said, "By all means. She's yours to do with as you please for the next eighteen months. If you can't get her pregnant in that time, then you're fucking her in the wrong hole."

Sarah raised up to say, "He's fucking me in the right hole now."

Rose laughed, saying, "That he is, Sarah. This load of sperm is headed straight for your womb, dear. If there's an egg in there, you are having a baby."

"I think there is. I'm right between periods."

Hal said, "Did you hear that Jim. Things just got better."

"Hot damn! Quit fucking around and sperm the bitch."

Rose excitedly seconded that, saying, "Yeah, Hal, sperm the bitch."

Sarah raised up, looked over her shoulder and said, "Yeah, Mr. Peterson, quit fucking around and sperm the bitch." Everyone cracked up. A few minutes later, Hal quit fucking around and spermed the bitch.

The McGill family left Hal's office, tired and drained. The next day, Rose got her wish, being the first mother on the chair. To say she loved it is a gross understatement. She loved every minute, and everyone knew it. Jim let her up ten minutes before class ended, took her into his office and screwed her silly. Everyone knew that, too. Rose made certain of that.



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Marital Aid


Hal leaned closer to the intercom and listened attentively while fishing out his erect organ. He heard Richard's distinctive voice say, "I want to fuck you, Pam."

"I know you want to fuck me, Richard." Pressing her hand against her mound and rubbing herself over the short skirt, she teased, "You always want my horny pussy. You can't have it. My husband won't let you."

"I'll bet he'd let you fuck Mr. Peterson."

"I'm sure he would. Mr. Peterson is my boss. He can fire me. Want me to call Phil and ask?"

"No, don't call. I don't want Hal having that advantage. We're in competition to see who gets you first."

"Oh, really? Is there any money riding on it?"

"No, just egos."

"Please let me call my husband, Richard. I need a stiff dick in my cunt so badly. My pussy is so horny I could fuck a snake, even a big rattler."

"I've got a big rattler in my pants just itching to crawl into your snake pit."

"I know, and I want to let it in. I really do. I want you to win; you deserve to win. It was you who got me to start thinking about other men's cocks and being a whore. It was you that turned me into a horny bitch. You won me over, and you should get first crack at my crack. You're not going to, though. Hal's going to win. I can't hold out much longer.

"Look at it this way. If my husband gets used to me fucking another man at school, what harm will one more do? He is warming to the idea. He no longer hassles me about my skirt lengths, and he keeps asking about Hal making advances. At least, now, I know why Hal hasn't tried. I need the little girl look. I guess I should put my hair in pig tails and shave my cunt. Let me call Phil, Richard. I know how he thinks. You and I could be fucking within a week."

"No, and if you do ask him, you'd better not let me find out. I'll be pissed if I lose that way. And don't act any differently around Hal because of what we discussed. If I see you in pigtails, shooting bald beavers, I'll spank your ass for you."

"Is that supposed to dissuade me, a spanking on my naked ass?"

"In front of the office staff, yes. You've opened up, but you still haven't overcome your shyness. No, if I suffer, you suffer. I'm getting plenty of pussy, and you are stuck with one little cock at home, and none at work. We'll see who outlasts the other. And don't expect Hal to come on to you. The bet stipulates that he can't seduce you, while I can do everything within my power short of using force against your will to get you to beg me for a fuck. Rape won't count, otherwise, I'd have raped your ass two months ago. He says that makes the contest a fair one, and that you will come to him and beg without his having to do a thing. That's the gist of our wager, but you haven't got the guts to do that, do you? You can't be certain that I'm not setting you up. I'd do that, just for kicks, and you know it."

"Oh, you're so mean to me. All right, but I'm giving you fair warning. I'm going to shave my twat and shoot all the beavers I want, whether you like it or not. If Hal so much as hints at a willingness to fuck my pussy, I'll be on my back with my heels locked behind my neck before you can say, 'There's a girl with a horny twat.' I can do that, you know. Want me to show you?"

"Hell yes, I want you to show me. I want you to show me everything you've got. Hop up on my desk."

Richard cleared a space for her. As Pam sat in the space and pulled her right ankle up, she said, "All right, but don't get your hopes up about finally getting to see my pussy; I'm keeping my panties on. And don't pull them out of the way; you can't do anything against my will. You'll lose the bet if you take advantage of me. I'll tell Hal you raped me. That's what it will be if you take advantage of me to get me to beg. I'll beg, and you know it, but if anywhere along the way you do something I told you not to do, or if you use any force to get me all hot and horny, I'll consider that rape, and that's what I'll tell Hal. You're going to have to win this bet fair and square, and I don't want you to win this bet anymore. I want Hal to win."

Richard watched her hook the right ankle behind her neck, then do likewise with the left. She sat like a doubled-up ball of warm flesh, then rolled onto her back with her heels locked behind her head. Her skirt fell on her belly, exposing the broad expanse of her crotch. Her wet panties stretched tightly over the well-defined features of her vagina. The thin material was transparent where it pressed against her wet pussy flesh. Little flattened curls of hair showed clearly, as did her enlarged clit, poking up at the top of her panty crotch. Her inviting hole was a dark patch of wet fabric. Little hairs peeked out at the leg holes. Richard took a long look and exclaimed, "God Damn! That's the most erotic sight I've ever seen."

"You like it, huh? It's my favorite position for fucking. Even my husband's little dick feels like a monster this way. Yours would really feel great, but don't get any ideas. We should lock the door. Someone might think we were about to do something nasty. They wouldn't understand that I was just demonstrating my limber abilities."

"I hope someone does walk in. Marge never knocks, neither does Emily."

"Richard, put your cock away. Now that would really look bad with you pointing your big, hard cock at my pussy like that, like you were about to rip the crotch aside and stuff my hole with your giant cock. It looks like you're getting ready to fuck me, and it would look like I want you to fuck me the way I'm lifting my ass up to it. People would get the wrong idea, wouldn't they?"

"They'd be getting the right idea. You couldn't be more obvious, the way you have your hands under your ass, lifting your pelvis, rolling it around, offering me your open pussy like a bitch in heat, rubbing your cunt hole on the head of my dick."

"Why do you always talk as if you're describing things that I can't see? Is this office bugged or something?"

"Of course not. I'm just letting you know how I see things, how they strike me. Come on, Pam. Enough is enough. I know you want this as badly as I do."

"I want it worse, but I have more self-control than you do. I'm a married woman. I'm faithful to my husband. I need his permission first. Well, except for doing it with my boss. Every husband knows that a wife has to put out for the boss on demand. Fucking my boss wouldn't be being unfaithful, that's being responsible. A good wife is faithful to her husband and responsible to her employer. I'm a very good wife, Richard, and a very responsible employee. If Hal only knew how responsible I was, I'd be on his desk right now, and that would be his cock I'd be rubbing my cunt on, only there wouldn't be any bothersome panties to get in the way, and I'd gobble his cock in right up to the balls.

"Don't push back, Richard. You never asked if you could do that. I'll let this time go as a warning, but when you do that, it makes me want to push even harder. You might break through and lose your bet."

"Oh, God, Pam! Don't you want this inside you?"

"You know I do. Like you said, it's obvious. Want me to describe it for whoever's listening? Just look at the way I'm grinding my hole over the head of your cock, pushing my panties up my cunt hole. If you are patient, and don't do anything stupid, like pushing back without asking for my permission, I just might pull the crotch aside and slither right on down to your balls. You'd win, and I'd be screwed. But, then again, this might just be a tease."

"Come on, baby, you want my cock in your horny pussy. Pull the crotch aside. Please, let me push back?"

"You're right, but I told you, I can't allow you; and no, you can't push back. If you want to fuck me, then fuck me, but it will be against my will. Whether I want you to fuck me or not makes no difference. I said, 'No, N, O, NO!' That won't change until my husband says yes. He specifically said that I can't let you fuck my pussy. I begged him to let me fuck your cock. He still said no. You heard me beg him. You heard me ask if I could be your whore. You heard what he said. He didn't think it was right for his wife to be another man's whore. That's just the way he is. He's funny like that."

"Pam, you are driving me crazy. Will you please just shut up and let me get my rocks off."

Richard stroked his cock with the head pressed deeply into the center of her crotch. Pam said, "You're not going to cum all over my panties are you?"

"No, Pam, I'm getting ready to cum in the waste basket."

"No, you're not. I can feel the head of your cock between my fat pussy lips. You're going to cum on my panties, aren't you?"

"Yes, God damnit! I will, if you'll just shut the fuck up for one fucking minute!"

"No, Richard, don't soil my panties with sperm. My husband always checks my panties for sperm as soon as I get home. If he sees your load all over the crotch of my panties, he'll think I fucked somebody. He'll think I've been unfaithful."

"Well, that's your problem. Go wash them out afterward."

"He'll know they've been washed out."

"I don't give a shit if he thinks you screwed the whole Russian Army; I just want you to shut up."

"Why don't you take my panties off?"

"Huh?"

Pam unhooked her legs and set her feet on the edge of the desk. She raised her ass and said, "Take my panties off, Richard. Don't worry, I'll get back in the position after they're safe."

Richard took her panties off, then watched her get reset in her position. This time, he faced a most provocative presentation--a wide-open, slimy wet pussy. The only problem was that Pam's mouth was at the other end, saying, "Well, I suppose this means you'll rape me, now. There's nothing to stop you. I certainly won't. My husband always says, 'If confronted by a rapist, don't resist.' He also says, 'When rape is inevitable, lie back and enjoy it.' Well, I'm not resisting, and I'm lying back, ready to enjoy my rape. Go ahead, stick it in. The only thing to stop you is that silly bet, and there's no money on it, so big deal, right?"

"Shut up, Pam. It's not a silly bet, and I am determined to win. I'm not going to rape you. You are going to have to beg for it, and you will, eventually."

"You're right, I will, but not today. So get busy. Jack off. I'll be quiet."

"Look, can I at least rub the head in your slit?"

"Sure, why not. I'm not totally insensitive to your needs. You can jack off on my pussy all you want to."

"Thank you."

Richard rubbed the head of his cock through Pam's pussy lips. He rubbed up and down her sopping wet slit, returning time and again to lodge his cockhead between her lips at the hole. Her cunt lips flowed over his cockhead. As he continued jacking, more of the head slipped inside. Soon the entire head was in past her vaginal ring. She said, "Richard, I just want to say one thing, then I'll be a good girl and be quiet."

"What is it?"

"Well, if you cum inside my pussy, as it appears you are about to do; and, if you get more than half of your cock in me, like you are about to do; well, that's fucking by any definition. I just thought we should get that straightened out for the record--for the bet, you know."

Richard extracted his cock and held it up to her eyes. He grasped his rod with his right hand around the base, saying, "Okay, is this less than half. If I stick it in this far, will I be safe?"

"A little higher. A little more." With four inches of cock poking up through his fist, she said, "Yeah, that looks about right. Maybe you'd better measure, just to be sure."

Richard shook his head in disbelief, then opened his drawer and took out a ruler. He laid it along the underside of his cock (the cheater's way to measure) and read eleven inches--three inches more than if he had done it on the top side. Without waiting for her to agree, he said, "Now, half of eleven is five and one half." He took a pen and made a mark at five and a half inches down from the tip and said, "Now, as long as this water soluble mark is still here afterwards, we're safe, right?"

"Yes, but I want to check to see if it really is water soluble. I don't trust you." She examined the marker, noting the inscription, set it down, and said, "Okay, that sounds reasonable."

"Good, now can we get on with this? Now, will you promise to remain quiet until I cum and let the mark speak for itself."

Pam made a zipping motion across her tightly sealed lips. Richard shoved his cock in her pussy and made her expel a full breath in one rush of air. Before taking the plunge, he placed his left index finger over the mark on his cock and inserted most of his finger along with most of his cock. He accomplished this feat by pressing the palm flattened to his groin with the finger along the shaft. In this way, he screwed Pam until she went cross-eyed. She moaned and groaned loudly, but said not a word. They came together after a rigorous screwing. When he pulled out, he showed her the mark, saying, "There, are you satisfied?"

She looked at him with dreamy, passion-glazed eyes and said, "Yes, I'm very satisfied."

Richard smiled, then said, "Now, can I jack off in your cunt from now on?"

"I suppose, as long as we measure and mark. I'll have to call my husband to find out, though. It's too late for this time, but he might not want you to do it again. I don't think he'll mind, as long as you use a condom. You shouldn't have cum in my pussy. I never said you could do that, but since we weren't fucking, I guess there's no harm done; at least, not as far as the bet goes. There will be a lot of harm done if you get me pregnant, though. Phil has a low sperm count. He can't knock me up. He'll know it isn't his. That would piss him off. Let me talk to him, okay?"

Richard slid the phone to her. She remained in her position, playing fingers through her soupy cunt lips. When she got Phil on the line, Richard pressed his ear to the receiver. "Hi, honey, this is Pam. I've done a bad thing."

"You let that Richard guy screw you, didn't you?"

"No, but I did let him jack off on my pussy. He just finished doing it."

"He did, did he? Where are you?"

"In his office, lying on his desk."

"In your position, no doubt."

"That's right."

"Is he still there?"

"Yes. He's watching his cum leak out of my pussy and onto his desk. He's looking for something to wipe it up with. Can he use my panties?"

"Yeah, he might as well; he used your pussy."

Pam made as if to be talking to Richard, saying into the mouthpiece, "My husband said you can wipe up your sperm with my panties. He said it's okay since you used my pussy. Honey, Richard really wants to fuck me bad. He's been after me all day to let him. I kept telling him that I couldn't let him, not until you say he can. I told him you said no, but he keeps after me. I couldn't stand to see him suffering any longer, so I let him jack off in my vagina. I know, I should have called first, but we got carried away."

"In your pussy? I thought you said he jacked off on it."

"In it, on it, same difference. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes, I forgive you."

"Honey, Richard wants to know if he can jack off in my cunt whenever he gets horny from now on. Can he?"

"Just what do you mean by that?"

"My cunt, it's just another word for my vagina."

"I know what your cunt is; how does he jack off in it?"

"He only puts half of his cock inside my pussy; we figure that's not real fucking."

"You don't, huh? Okay, but how do you control that?"

"I don't control it. All I do is open my legs real wide."

"You are being obtuse, Pam."

"Oh, is that what they call it when your legs are drawn so far back that you can see your own butt hole?"

"How do you control the depth of penetration of his penis in your vagina?"

"Oh, you want to know how we keep from fucking, right? Well, we measured his cock and made a mark half way up, a mark with a water soluble marking pen. I checked to make certain it was water soluble; I wasn't born yesterday. It says water soluble marker right on the side, and I watched him use that same pen to put the mark on his dick. My pussy was super wet the whole time he was fucking... I mean, jacking off in me. When he was done, the mark was still there, so I guess he keeps his word."

"You guess. You can see your butt hole, but you have to guess whether or not he cheated. You said he was fucking you. Why did you say that at first?"

"It was a slip. I thought he was fucking me, because I thought I felt a big pair of balls banging me in the ass every time he pushed in. I couldn't see anything because my eyes went cross-eyed when he first put his big cock in my very wet pussy; and besides, once he got going real good, my tears blurred everything. You've heard that expression, 'getting fucked to tears.' I know where that comes from, now, only I was jacked-off-in-the-pussy to tears."

"Yeah, how long did his cock measure?"

"Eleven inches. He put the mark at five and a quarter, just to be sure less than half went inside. That's high enough, isn't it?"

"Five and a quarter is half? That's bigger than me."

"Yeah, I know. Half of Richard's cock is an inch bigger than all of yours, and his cock shaft is more than twice as thick. The head of his cock is three times as big as yours."

"You want this pretty badly, don't you?"

"Oh, yes. I want it real bad. I want all of it real bad; but of course, you know that. Every time you stick your prick in me, I tell you how much I wish it were Richard's cock. I wish you'd reconsider letting me work as his whore. He said you'd get free pussy as long as you behaved yourself and didn't interfere with his business. That seems more than reasonable to me; after all, he could charge you to fuck your own wife if I was his whore."

From the sounds coming through the receiver, it was clear that her husband was jacking off. With a voice that sounded as though it were coming through a window fan, he said, "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"What, me being his whore, or you having to pay money to fuck me?"

"Me having to pay to fuck my own wife's pussy."

"Oh, yes, I love it. I mean, what woman wants to fuck a guy with a four inch prick for free. I told Richard he should charge you extra, since he didn't have to worry about losing your business."

"And you'd make sure I paid, every time, wouldn't you?"

"Up front, and to Richard personally, in cash."

Pam took the phone from her ear while her husband had his climax. She cupped the mouthpiece and said, "I think he's in a good mood. Keep your fingers crossed."

When the heavy, staccato breathing stopped, Pam said, "You made a mess, didn't you?"

"Yes, a big one. Pam, why do you keep calling my penis a prick and Richard's penis a cock. They both mean the same thing, but you never mix us up. Mine is always a prick; his is always a cock."

"They are not the same thing, trust me. Look, it's like the difference between a needle and a club. A needle can prick you. A club can cold cock you. A club can't prick you, and a needle can't cold cock you. Do you get it, now?"

"Yes. Sorry I asked."

"My pussy feels pricked after you and cold cocked after Richard. I guess that's why I never get the two mixed up."

"Pam, I think Funk and Wagnalls could use your services."

"Do they have a big, horny cocks, too?"

"You're cracking me up, Pam."

"Well, can Richard jack off in my pussy when he wants to?"

"Yeah, I suppose so, but keep that mark where it is, and make him measure each time. I don't want him stretching you out."

"He will anyway, unless you make us set the mark less than four inches. Please don't do that. You know, you are going about this all wrong. The head of his cock is the thickest part by far. If you are only concerned about stretching, you should make him use the back part of my pussy to jack off in, you know, that part you never use. You should make him play in the deep end."

"I wasn't born yesterday, either. No, you keep him out of the deep end. That's my god damned pool, even if I can't swim in the whole thing. Put the mark at six inches down from the tip. I'm not going to split hairs."

"Good, let Richard split hairs. He splits them right down the middle real good."

"Pam, you're a nut case. Look, I have to go. I'll be waiting for you. Don't worry about cum in your panties from now on. It seems pointless to check you for semen if you're going to be providing this kind of service."

"That's right. There will always be sperm leaking from my pussy when I get home from now on. It's a good thing you trust me, huh?"

"Yeah, good thing. I'll see ya, bye."

Pam hung up, looked to Richard, and said, "Well, you heard him. My husband says you can jack off in my pussy all you want. Since he didn't restrict that to work, I'll assume you can drop by the apartment any time you get the urge to dump a load of sperm in my husband's pool."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious. You heard him. He can't take it back; I won't let him. We both made solemn promises to each other before we got married never to lie to each other or go back on our word. We both take that vow very seriously, that's why I can't let you fuck me until he grants permission. If he hadn't made me promise specifically not to fuck you, I would have long ago.

"One other thing you should know, he forgot to mention condoms. I'm not on the pill, and I won't get on the pill. That's the main reason he wouldn't let you fuck me. I hate condoms. It's the reason he checks for sperm. I don't know whether he forgot to mention it, or if he screwed up, but I'm going to hold him to that, too. He knew you came in my pussy, and his silence is consent. That's a rule we have. I gave him the opening, twice, just to be sure. I told him your sperm was leaking out of my pussy; and then, later, I said I'd always be coming home with sperm leaking out of my pussy. I said it that way for a reason. He must have been preoccupied with something."

"Yeah, like four inches of something."

"If sperm count means anything at all, and it does, you are going to be the daddy of his first child. That will drive him nuts, or maybe not. I'm not sure, now."

"I agree with him; you are nuts, Pam."

"I'm nuts about a man with an eleven-inch cock and a high sperm count. And I do love the way you jack off in a girl's pussy. It felt like the whole thing was inside me. Why, I could even imagine your big balls slapping my ass on every in-stroke, and your cock seemed to get bigger the further it went in." She smiled devilishly, the said, "Strange, huh?"

"Yeah, strange how the mind plays tricks on you."

"Speaking of strange, you know Phil and I had been screwing almost daily for three years without protection. After the wedding, I went for a checkup to see why I wasn't getting pregnant. Turns out, I was still a virgin. I still had my hymen. That wasn't the reason, but we didn't find that out until he got checked. Shit, do you realize that most of my pussy is virgin territory. At least, I think it is. Look, whatever you're doing, don't change when you do it in front of my husband. As long as that mark is still there afterward, he can't say a thing. That was our agreement, and he said you can put the mark at six inches down from the tip."

"Come on, Pam. I won the bet, and you know it. I didn't use force, and you know damned well that we were..."

Pam pressed her fingers to his lips, saying, "Don't say it, Richard. I mean it. I made my husband a promise that I have to keep. If you promise never to say that word in these sessions, I'll trust you to tell me if the mark is still there. My hubby won't trust you, but here at school, I will. I'm sorry, but that's the only way I can look him in the eye and say I'm keeping my word. I know it sounds silly to you, but that's the way I am. I will take your word for it that you will only put half of your cock inside my pussy, that you're not actually fucking me, and that you are not actually fucking my pussy with all of your cock. I know how the mind plays tricks on you, making a girl think a big pair of balls are crammed up against her ass when that isn't possible with only half a cock inside her. Can't we come to an agreement?"

"So how can I ever win the bet if I keep you satisfied?"

"You can't win this bet, Richard. I already told you, Hal's going to win. Why don't you just concede the damn thing, then I can get on with fucking him. I can fuck my boss. Phil already agreed to that. Once my husband adjusts to me getting screwed by another man, the next step will be easier, getting him to consent to letting me have one more, then maybe I can be a whore for you. I want that, Richard. I want to make him pay for my pussy. It turns us both on, but he's not yet ready for the reality. You heard him, though, he's close."

"Yeah, well Richard Wright doesn't concede anything. You go ahead and play all the games you want with your tiny-dicked spouse, but that's the last real cock your horny twat's going to get until you break down and beg for it. And by the way, I screwed you with my finger covering the mark, but I won't count this one. Those were my balls crammed against your ass. No, I want there to be no doubt in anyone's mind, least of all, yours. Deny it all you want, baby, but when hubby asks if you let me screw you, you're lying if you say you didn't. Deal with that."

"You men and your stupid male egos. I'll never understand you. Here I am, offering you my pussy on a silver platter, and all you can think about is winning that stupid bet. All right, Richard, the war is on. We'll see who outlasts the other, but for the record, I did not let you screw me. You screwed me, yes, I admit that. I admit that I knew all along, but I never said you could. All I agreed to was to let you jack off in my twat. As far as I'm concerned, I did not let you screw me. Since Phil and I already discussed this instance, he won't ask about it again. Oh, he'll talk about it, but only in the context of it being a half-penetration jack-off. There won't be another, and there won't be any begging. Pam Reynolds does not beg."

"And you say you don't understand the male ego. You've got it bad, but you don't have it right. You'll beg, and I give you a week, maybe two, tops."

"I'll beg, but not for your cock. I'll beg for Hal's. Maybe you'd like to watch. You can jerk off while you lose."

"Yeah, I'll jerk off while you lose your job. Go on, Pam. Walk in his office and beg for his cock. He doesn't want your tired, old, baggy pussy. He wants to protect his image. You pull a stunt like that, and he'll make a public example of you. Do it. Come on, let's go in there right now."

The fight went out of Pam. She knew her bluff had been called. With Richard unhooking her legs, then dragging her off his desk, she cried, "All right, you saw through me. I won't beg him. I won't even come on to him."

Richard turned loose of her arm and stood back smiling. He said, "You're fucked, and you know it."

"Maybe, but I'm not ready to beg. I can't, Richard, not until I can get Phil to let me off my promise. It doesn't matter how much I want it, I can't and won't break my promise. We will be in a stalemate unless Hal breaks it by screwing me. If you won't loosen up my husband, then maybe Hal will. That's the only way. Richard, why can't we play the game? It was fun, wasn't it? We shouldn't be torturing each other all day when we could be having fun."

Richard thought hard, and said, "Well..."

Pam's expression brightened. She smiled and said, "I have lots of talents besides my pussy. You've never seen me naked, or even seen my tits. I'd get naked for you. Here, look."

Richard stood back and watched Pam hurry out of her clothes. She kicked off her pumps, then stood tall, chest out, holding out her coconut half-shell size titties while rolling the long, hard nipples between thumb and forefingers, saying, "I have nice titties, don't you think? Do you like long nipples? I like them hurt. You can put teeth marks in them or pinch as hard as you can. You like fucking the girls in the ass. Feel my ass, Richard."

Pam turned and offered her ass in a leg-parted half-squat with her hands on her knees. She looked back over her shoulder while jutting out her ass, saying, "Put your finger up my asshole. Feel it. You can jerk off in there, too."

Richard's hands roamed her creamy ass cheeks. He wet a finger in her pussy, then put it to her anus. With the touch of a finger tip, it swelled up like a blossoming rosebud. The finger went right in, all the way, like a hot knife in a tub of warm lard. The anal ring closed on his finger and sucked like a mouth, only better. Pam said, "Imagine how that would feel on your cock, especially if I'm not checking the mark afterward, and I won't ever check, not here, and certainly not at my apartment. If he wants to check, that's his prerogative. If there is none, he'll have to take that up with you. I'd be off the hook."

"Yeah, and what would happen if the mark was gone?"

"In my opinion, he'll see one anyway. He's already whipped, if you ask me. He won't get angry, if that's what you're thinking, and he can't stop us from doing it again. So, what's the big deal. Come on, Richard. Let's play, not squabble. You can win the bet that way. After he caves in and says we can screw, I'll beg in front of the whole office staff. You can screw me in front of Hal."

"Okay, but I want to jack off in your ass right now."

"Is the mark still there?"

"Yes, the mark's still there."

"Good, then get that cock, or the front half anyway, in my ass."

Richard sank his cock in her pussy to the balls, grabbing her by the hips and grinding their loins together for emphasis. Pam purred, "Oh, my, that feels just like you are swimming in the deep end. That feels just like fucking, but I know that can't be. My mind is playing tricks on me again."

Richard withdrew and pressed the head of his cock to her asshole. Like before, it swelled and opened, but unlike with a finger, he had to push his way inside. Once past her anal ring, he slid steadily in to the balls. Pam reached between her legs and pressed his ball sack to her pussy, saying, "Wow, it even feels that way when you jack off in my ass with only half of your cock inside. It feels just like you are all the way inside, but again, that's not possible, right, Richard?"

"Yeah, right, Pam. You keep on thinking that while you stuff my balls up your twat."

Richard fucked her rolling pelvis, taking long, deep stokes, letting Pam's asshole milk his cock. She cooed and moaned, grinding her ass back hard on the deep strokes. He gripped her hips and pulled back hard, then reached around to take her nipples in each hand, twisting and pinching the nipples terribly hard. Pam only ground her ass harder and made pained groans of pleasure. Moments later, he came in her ass as Pam rubbed her clit to a powerful orgasm. As he stood still, deep inside her, Pam smiled over her shoulder, saying, "See how fun I can be."

"Yes, Pam, you are a barrel of fucking monkeys. I just hope that husband of yours likes monkeys."

"He'll learn to like them. He's in training to like them. Seeing this will make him a big-time monkey fan. Trust me on this, Richard. Do me a favor, though, always pull out of my ass and cum in my pussy when he's watching."

"You'll get a nasty infection that way."

"I know, I've been through that. My twat has been conditioned. I used to have a sick thing about my shit when I was younger. I used to stuff my turds up my cunt. I guess I built up an immunity or a tolerance to it. Don't worry about infections. I haven't had any in years."

"Are you still into shit?"

"It was just a phase I went through. Why, are you into it?"

"Not really, not other than being balls deep in it. I've never gone from asshole to pussy before. That will be nice. Mind if I do it, now? I'm still semi-hard."

"Sure, be my guest. Remember the mark."

"Yeah, right." He withdrew from her ass and slid effortlessly into her pussy. He sawed in and out, lazily, feeling his erection slowly recovering."

Pam cooed, "Uhhhh, that's nice. Clean your dick in my pussy. That's what I do for hubby after he butt-fucks me; I clean his dick with my cunt. That's usually how I get off, by grinding my cunt on his softening dick. I can see yours doesn't go soft very easily, even after two cums. Oh, Richard, I just had a great idea. I know how we'll handle this. You put it in my ass, only to the mark. Make sure he sees that. Let me do all the work. When you're ready to cum, just pull out and put it in my cunt, again, only to the mark. Jack off; fill my pussy, then turn to him to get confirmation that the mark is there. After he confirms that it is, and that we lived up to the agreement, I'll ask him if I can clean your dick for you. I know he'll say yes, and a dick cleaning requires me to clean the whole thing. I'll be able to take you all the way in. I'll clean the fuck out of your dick."

"Yeah, literally."

"I'll clean your dick like no dick has ever been cleaned, all the while, he'll be watching your hard cock sliding in and out of my spermy pussy. It will be the longest dick cleaning he ever saw. You just let me do all the work. I want to see if he says anything when he can see we are fucking and going for another cum. You don't move a muscle. It won't be you fucking me; it will be me fucking you. I'll make that painfully obvious under the pretext of giving your cock a good washing in my cunt. I'll be able to change positions, get on and off, everything.

"Since he expects me to go for my cum while doing a cleaning service; and since I am very vocal, and always say nasty things, sometimes hurtful things, sexually demeaning to him, talking about other men, or lately, whoring for you, it will be the perfect excuse to rub his nose in it. Whether he wants to admit it or not, he gets off on everything I say. He loves the way I put down his little dick, and he usually cums when I talk about being your whore and making him pay for my pussy. You'll love it this way, Richard. Please, can we do this my way?"

"I think it sounds great. My part is easy. Sure, when?"

"Are you kidding, tonight, of course."

"We'd better make that tomorrow night. I'm through for the day. Tomorrow, if you want a lot of semen to slide around on, you'd better cool it as well."

"Oh, yes, I certainly do. Okay, then it's tomorrow night. We have a date. Let's make it for nine-thirty. We screw right after the early night news. If you interrupted our fucking to take over, that would be marvelous. Make it nine-thirty-five."

"Do you want to synchronize watches or something?"

"No, just give me a few minutes to get him going without getting him off. He goes slow, so there's plenty of leeway, at least fifteen minutes' worth. Just don't be early. No girl likes a man who comes early."

He laughed and said, "Especially when he's going to be fucking her in front of her husband. I'll be there at nine-thirty-five on the dot."

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Richard was a punctual man. Pam was naked, on her back with her legs spread, eating an apple while her naked husband jack-hammered his diminutive penis in her unresponsive vagina, accustomed to her shows of total disinterest, except when she used his deflated member to rub off on. It was all part of their new game, and he obviously enjoyed his sex that way. He was going like gang busters as she watched the last number on the digital bedside clock change from a four to a five. A few seconds later, their door bell rang. Pam heaved up, tossing Phil to the floor. She sprang from the bed as he got up. Phil said, "What's with you? Who the hell is calling at this hour?"

As she headed for the door, she called out, "That's Richard."

He grabbed her and roughly spun her around, halting her progress. She stood innocently, staring into his eyes. He said, "Why do you think it's Richard?"

"Well, you said he could jack off in me whenever he wanted to. Who else could it be?"

"I didn't say he could come here and do it."

"You said anytime, same thing." The bell rang again. She said, "I have to answer that."

"But..."

"No buts, Phil. A promise is a promise. That's what you said, so that's what I told him. I said stop by anytime. Well, this is the time he chose, sorry."

"Pam, no, not here, not now."

"Let me go, Phil."

The bell rang twice in succession. "Pam, put something on at least."

"Why? It's only Richard. He's seen me naked before. Come on, let me go. He's waiting. He needs me."

Phil released her, then watched her from the hall as she walked right up and flung the door open. She stood before the overweight and balding assistant principal. She melted into his embrace, their mouths sealed in a passionate kiss while Richard tightly gripped her ass cheeks and ground his cock at her pussy, still standing in the open doorway where anybody could see them. As they shuffled inside, locked in their embrace, Richard kicked the door shut behind him. Phil scrambled back to the bedroom.

Richard caught him out of the corner of his eye, then broke the kiss, saying, "He's gone."

They broke apart. Pam went for his belt, saying, "Hurry, get naked. He's hot, Richard. I don't want him to cool off one degree. He's still in shock. We have to move fast."

Richard was out of his clothes in no time, sporting a rampant erection from the lewd kiss. Pam took hold of his cock and led him to her bedroom. When they entered, Phil was sitting up in bed with the sheet drawn up to his nipples. His eyes reflected disbelief at the vision they presented as his lovely wife led the man by his cock to his side of the bed.

Pam led Richard to stand before Phil at his head. With Richard's knees pressed against the mattress and with eight and a half inches of cock sticking straight out from his groin in Phil's face. Phil had to lean back out of the way, watching his wife's hand slowly sliding the skin up and back while aiming it at his face. He could see that the man was no eleven-incher, but easily three times the volume of his own member. He could not help but shrink back under that powerful show of masculinity, especially with his wife so openly fawning over it, making a fool of him.

Pam said, "Isn't this a magnificent cock, Phil? Have you ever seen anything like this?" Phil shook his head. "Now do you see why I go all weak in the knees just thinking about it? Now you know why I'm always talking about Richard's cock, don't you? Now, you know why I call yours a prick or a peter. This is a cock, Phil. This is what a woman wants between her legs, not a prick, certainly not a peter like yours. Look, honey, you can still see the mark from this afternoon. See, I've been a good wife, haven't I?" Phil saw the faint blue line, two thirds the way down the shaft, but nodded anyway.

"It's five and a half. Oh, we get to add another half inch, don't we? Phil, hand me that marking pen. I brought that home just in case he stopped by."

Phil handed her the pen. She raised the cock straight up. From the underside, the mark did look to be half way, but half way from the start of the scrotum. Clearly, they used the cheater's measure, but he wasn't about to argue. Nor did he squabble when Pam placed the tip of the pen an inch below the other line and said, "Is that about a half inch, Phil? You know how bad we girls are at estimating measures." Phil nodded, then watched Pam slip another quarter inch while drawing a mark all the way around. She handed back the pen, saying, "Now, he can put it in me this far, right?" Staring at the blue ring, almost seven inches down on an eight-inch cock, intended to represent the mid-point, looked absurd, but Phil nodded again.

"I wish you'd let him go ahead and fuck me all the way, Phil. I do love what I'm getting, but I want it all, so badly. I wish we could fuck like normal people. I so wish you'd let me be his whore. I would be such a good whore for him."

Phil said his first words, saying, "I'm sure you would, but I couldn't live with it. Be satisfied that I am willing to go this far. I don't like this at all, Pam. You tricked me into this."

"Not really. I told you everything. The only thing I did bad was letting him jack off in my pussy without calling first. I'll admit, that was pretty bad, especially since I'm not on any birth control. I did tell you that he ejaculated his sperm into my pussy. You remember me telling you that, don't you?"

"Yes, I remember. That doesn't make it right."

"No, but you forgave me. That means it is all better, all forgiven. You can't hold that against me, so where did I trick you?"

"All right, you didn't trick me, but you didn't make yourself clear. You led me to believe..."

"No, Phil, you believed what you wanted to believe. I had nothing to do with that. I'll bet you believe I'll make him wear a condom, too, don't you. Well you're wrong. Silence is consent. That's our rule. You knew he was cumming in my unprotected pussy. You could have said something, but you didn't. As far as I am concerned, you consented to let me have all of the sperm I can get out of this cock as long as we don't go past the blue line, and that's exactly what I intend to do from now on. I can only assume you understand the consequences of permitting a man to deposit his seed in your wife's fertile pussy. You understand the consequences, don't you, Phil? The womb is in the deep end of the pussy pool, but those little sperms are good swimmers."

"Yes, Pam, I'm not stupid. It just never dawned on me you would do this."

"Well, it should have dawned on you. I must have said a thousand times, 'I wish I had a big cock with a high sperm count.' I didn't say 'your cock'; besides, when I said, 'big cock, ' that should have tipped you off that I wasn't talking about your little prick. Honey, I'm not saying that to be mean, but it is true. You do have a small penis. That's not your fault. And we now know that it won't make me any babies. You knew I wanted a big family when you married me. You're not really mad at me, are you?"

"I'm not happy with you, but I'm not angry."

Pam recognized the signs of her husband's mounting passions, despite his pretense of displeasure. She reached out and touched the sheet, saying, "Let me show Richard; he won't laugh. You don't need to feel ashamed around him."

She pulled gently. Phil let the sheet fall away, but shyly crossed his legs and covered his dick with his hands. Pam climbed over him and straddled his chest, facing his feet with her crotch in his face. She gently pried his hands off his hard peter and said, "Look, Richard. Isn't this sad? How is any girl expected to get sexual satisfaction from a dick like this."

Richard moved down to Phil's hips and peered over. He took Phil's dick in his hand and fondled its stiffness, saying, "That is a pretty small dick. Look, my thumb is thicker. You poor thing."

Pam eased Phil's legs apart. They parted wide with little pressure as his knees bent and drew up. He laid spread out like a lab frog for their humiliating inspection, thankful that their eyes were not on his red face. He took perverse pleasure in the way the man's heavy fingers handled his dick, and from Pam's hand as it played disrespectfully with his nut sack, saying, "And look at this. He hardly has balls at all. Is it any wonder he has one of the lowest sperm counts on record in the county. Thirteen-year-old boys have higher counts. Of course, they have bigger dicks and balls than he does."

This went on and on, all the while, Phil was staring at his wife's pussy as it hovered near his face. She knew exactly how to tease him with it. She knew how much he liked looking at it while she played with herself as she was doing with her free hand. He'd never seen it look so hot and inviting as her fingers rolled in the folds and her juices dripped on his chest. Her anal ring blew kisses at him like a puckered mouth. Even her ass was hot. He couldn't wait to see them both being penetrated by Richard's cock.

More than anything, Phil wanted to give Pam her total sexual freedom. He secretly wanted her to whore for Richard as well. What he didn't want was the right to let her. He wanted that right to be stripped away from him by her. He wanted her to take it, wrest it away, demand her right to a full and satisfying sex life. Granting permission gave him power that he didn't want; otherwise, he would have acceded to her wishes from the start. When she called to say she took it upon herself to let a man cum (or jack off in her pussy), he was elated. He rewarded her by telling her it was okay and forgiven.

As their sexual relationship opened up to this new novelty of cheating, Phil discovered his joy at being the sexually disabled husband married to a sluttish and demanding wife. Their words of sympathy and pity, their open discussion about his tiny penis, was like sensuous, sweet music to his ears.

Phil's subservient streak was as big a surprise to her as to him. Married only six months when she took the job at the school, they were still in the experimental stage of their relationship. Every day, she came back with new ideas and new stories. She told stories about the men and boys who came on to her, especially stories about Richard and his school girl whores.

Things rapidly progressed from there, until he sat waiting to watch a big-dicked older man stick his cock into his wife's ass or cunt, and pour his seed in the womb set aside by law as his for the purpose of breeding his offspring. He didn't know he had a crippling low sperm count until Pam had him tested. They were both devastated by the news; they wanted to start a family right away.

Their conversation earlier was the first time they talked openly about it outside the context of a sexual fantasy that Pam, more and more, became obsessed with. When she talked about a man screwing her, she made constant references to huge, unrealistic amounts of sperm, always flooding her fertile womb. They were hints, bold hints, that let him know she was thinking the unthinkable--of her bearing another man's child and presenting him that child for him to call his own.

He didn't like thinking about it, but she kept the topic on the front burner during their nightly sex sessions, making references to the pregnancy that always resulted from a rape or her duty to sexually serve her boss. There was never any mention of aborting the child; instead, she talked about the bastard she'd hand him. When he never questioned her afterward, she became more open and direct in future fantasy sessions, making references to red-headed babies, or black babies, that their mere presence in the large family she wanted would be a constant reminder of her infidelity and expose him to public ridicule by a simple family walk in the park. Oddly, he found these fantasies most exciting of all, and she picked up on that right away.

It, therefore, came as no surprise when she said, "I'm going after all the sperm I can get from this cock." Phil and Richard were as different, physically, as a zebra is to a porcupine. The product of their union would not look like him in any way. One look at Richard told him that she wasn't simply fantasizing. She wanted her fantasy lived out in the children she bore him. This, surprisingly, turned him on.

His wife and her lover toyed with a straining, rigid, little dick, on the verge of discharging a crew of shallow water swimmers so that they could humiliate him further by counting them as they went belly up on his belly. Unfortunately, Pam wasn't in a counting mood. She saw what was coming, and released him, then had Richard release him. She drained the pool when she said, "We better get started. It's getting late."

She climbed off and sat at Phil's side. Looking into his eyes with a serious expression, her hand lightly brushing hair from his forehead, Pam said, "Honey, I want to talk serious, now. Can we get serious for a few minutes. Do you need a few deep breaths?"

Phil studied her serious countenance, then sat up, matching her expression. He said, "I'm fine, go ahead."

"I mean it, Phil, this isn't more fantasy stuff. This is real life. I want to talk about this with Richard here. I want to talk about having a baby, his baby. I want a baby; we want a baby. Richard can give us one. He's willing to plant his seed, then step out of the picture. It will be ours, all ours, no strings attached, right, Richard?"

Richard was caught off guard by the intimate moment between two newlyweds who genuinely loved each other, wanted a family, but had a real problem that he could help with. He said, "She's right, Phil. I'd never make a claim on the child. The child would never know I was the biological father unless you told."

"See, Phil. We can start a family, our family. I want that more than anything. I want to start a family with you, my husband. I love you, and only you, and I will forever. Nothing will ever change that. I don't care one flip about your penis size. You know very well that it satisfies me; and I know that it satisfies you. Your penis is not a problem for us. Its ability to procreate is. We are going to need help from men like Richard, and they are harder to find than you think. Richard is perfect. He's easy to talk to, easy to get down with, minds his own business, has his own family, loves his wife, and he doesn't want more kids. You don't feel uncomfortable with Richard, do you?"

"No, at least, not anymore."

"That's why I asked him to come here tonight. I wanted you to witness, first hand, what we do. I want you to see that we aren't lovers, we are not carrying on an office romance, we are just very intimate friends who want to help each other out. I want you to see how we do that without it turning into something seedy and sick. I help him get off, and he gets off where it will do us some good. It's fast, businesslike; in fact, we hardly touch each other except where we must. It's all over before I warm up. We are two friends helping each other out, period."

"Honey, I understand. I appreciate the fact that you felt the need to share that, but it wasn't necessary. I'm okay by this. I want you to have a baby. I know you can't have one by me. I accept that. I have for some time, now."

"Good, then let's go into the living room. I want you to get comfortable and watch from the sofa. If getting dressed will help, go ahead. It isn't necessary, but we'll wait if you want."

"No, I'm over my shyness. Who wouldn't be? Let's go."

The trio walked casually into the living room. Phil sat on the sofa. Pam placed a chair cushion on the low coffee table, then knelt on it on all fours so that her ass was directly before Phil, turned slightly his way. She said, "Okay, Richard, use either hole, but let Phil see the point of entry. Don't block his view. Start when you want. I'm ready."

Richard stroked his manhood, then stepped close as Pam said, "This afternoon, I was in my favorite position when we did this, but the second time, we decided it would be best if we weren't looking at each other. That way, he can pretend he is doing it to whomever he wants, and I can pretend it's you doing me. I want to at least pretend it's you I'm conceiving our child with."

Phil's cock laid limply in his groin. Richard wet his cock in Pam's pussy with little fanfare and no outward response from Pam. It was all very mechanical. He then poised his cockhead at her anal opening. The anus puckered out to receive him, and Pam groaned as the bulbous head forced its way inside. She expelled a long breath when the crown passed through her anal ring. Richard moved in until the blue line was less than one inch from her flesh, then stood stock still. Pam rocked gently forward, then back. Richard rested his palm on her ass, applying pressure when she neared the line. With his right hand, he held the base of his cock, and began jacking off in the short space he had to work in.

As Pam showed signs of deriving pleasure from the penetration, as she moaned and made cooing sounds as it slid in and out, Phil's cock stirred. When he could see her asshole munching on the man's cock, blood rushed in to fill it. Pam observed this with sidelong glances to his crotch and paced her aroused reaction to match Phil's. After a few minutes, her movements were strong and sensuous. Richard had to stop her rearward plunges with a stiff forearm block. The two appeared to be at odds, Pam wanting the cock in all the way, Richard trying to prevent her. Adding to the comical sight, Richard was jacking off. His hand motion intensified and he warned, "I'm almost there."

Pam looked over her shoulder, her face a mask of passion, crying out, "Put it in my pussy, hurry!"

Pam's upper body fell to the cushion, her ass thrust up, her back bowed in sharply making a well of her vagina. Her hands gripped the edges of the coffee table, the side of her face rested on the cushion facing Phil with a look of pure lust, eyes staring off in space. Richard had to angle his cock down to slip his stiff rod into her pussy. Once set to the mark, he resumed his jacking. Pam's pelvis undulated on the inches within her.

Phil's cock demanded his attention. While his wife moaned her impassioned pleasure, Phil beat his meat. Pam watched through slitted eyes, then cried out, "Yes! Richard! Fuck my pussy. Cum in my cunt, Richard."

Pam's incriminating outcry had Phil pounding his cock. Richard had his hands full trying to beat his meat while preventing Pam from skewering herself on his bone. Watching her husband madly whacking off, Richard debated letting her go, ending the charade there and then. He held back because he thought better of letting her continue on with her original idea. The sperm boiled up from his balls and shot forth a strong initial jet that Pam felt. She cried, "Oh! Yes! Spray my womb, Richard!"

Her cunt sucked the jism from the jetting cock. She pulled her body forward and back on the coffee table, her white knuckled hands gripping the table's edges. Each jet she received brought forth more obscene responses. She cried, "Fuck a baby in me, Richard. Fuck your baby in me. Make a bastard in me, sweetheart. Oh, darling, please fuck me! Shove it in to the balls and plant your seed deep."

Phil's cock erupted and sprayed his thin emission everywhere. Like a fountain that blew up, sperm rained down on him. When he caught his breath, Pam was catching hers. She languished on the end of Richard's cock with a dreamy-eyed expression of contentment, still oblivious to his presence. He had to wonder if she even remembered the words she'd cried out in her moment of passion. Those exciting words echoed in his brain, "Fuck a baby in me, Richard. Fuck your baby in me. Make a bastard in me, sweetheart. Oh, darling, please fuck me! Shove it in to the balls and plant your seed deep."

The words, "darling" and "sweetheart" and "we're only friends" sent ripples of wicked delight though his body. He recalled, "I only think of you, Phil," then thought, "Sure you do, you luscious little hypocrite. You never once thought of me, you precious, horny, little slut. You forgot I was even in the room."

Through lids that were half closed, their eyes met. She smiled the smile of a satisfied woman, then opened her eyes as if noticing his discharge for the first time. Her eyes wandered his body, settled on his spent prick, looked up, then said, "Did you enjoy watching?"

"It was entertaining, yes."

"Is the line still there?"

Richard held his hands up as if a gun were in his back. The line showed clearly a fraction of an inch from her clinging vaginal lips. Phil said, "Yes, it's still there, high and dry. He does keep his word."

"See, I told you. Do you feel better about it now?"

"Yes, I'm glad you let me watch. I'm fine with this now. You have my full blessing and support. I want the baby, Pam."

"Oh, Phil, you don't know how pleased I am to hear you say those words. It will be our child, yours and mine, conceived in love. I thought only of you the entire time. It was you and me, making love."

Richard had to force back his smile. Phil avoided looking at him and had to force back his own smile while looking lovingly in his wife's eyes to say, "I know, dear. I did the same. I pretended it was me making love to you."

Pam smiled warmly and thought, "You wish, you dreamer. You haven't seen making love... Yet!" Instead, she softly said, "Honey, Richard was in my ass."

"Yes, I'm well aware of that. You'd like to clean his penis for him, I suppose?"

"Can I? He is a special guest in our home. I'll behave. I won't fuck, I'll just clean it off real good. It's not even hard anymore."

"You want to have an orgasm, don't you?"

Pam stared back dreamily, bashfully, and meekly said, "Can I?"

"Yes, dear. Go ahead." He looked to Richard and said, "You'll like this. This is something that Pam excels at, cock washing after anal sex. It's a real treat, for her as well."

Pam said, "I'll need to clean it all."

"I understand, Pam. Don't worry about the mark. Clean it off; just try not to get carried away."

"I won't. I just want to do this for Richard. I'll try to get off while I'm doing it. At times it might look like fucking. Is that all right? I mean, you can't really fuck with a spent penis, right?"

"Honey, I know what it looks like. You just do a good job, and have yourself an orgasm with my blessing."

Pam disengaged herself from Richard, then got off the coffee table to stand before her husband with her feet together. Cum poured from her abused pussy hole to cascade down both inner thighs. Phil's eyes were riveted to her crotch as she said, "Thank you so much for being so open and understanding." Since she couldn't get him to look up, she looked down as well, saying, "This must be an obscene sight for a husband to have to see. I hope this doesn't hurt you seeing another man's sperm flowing from my vagina like this. I shouldn't have gotten up. I guess I wasn't thinking."

"It's all right, Pam, but if you want to get pregnant, you're supposed to keep it inside for as long as possible."

"I know, but I'm not ovulating. This is just a practice session. Next week will be the real thing. Are you sure you don't mind seeing his sperm pouring out of my pussy?"

"No, I don't mind. Besides, I'll just have to adjust, won't I?"

Pam parted her knees and peeled open her lips, saying, "I mean, there's so much of it. I was afraid it might make you feel bad, you know, inadequate as a man." She cupped one hand under her hole as a thick flow emerged and puddled in her palm. She formed a scoop with her fingers and dragged them up through her slit, gathering more. She held her hand up to Phil's eyes with the palm stretched out, fingers pointing down near his lips, saying, "Look at this, Phil. That's just what was at the mouth of my vagina. There's still plenty more inside. This, alone, is twice as much sperm as you shoot after a three day rest."

As Pam spoke, the mass of sperm slid down her fingers. She slyly held her finger tips just above his upper lip, so that as she got out the last sentence, the mass passed from her fingers to Phil's upper lip. Phil squinted his eyes as the warm, viscous mass touched his skin, then flowed over his lip. Pam put on a great show of surprise and cried, "Oh, my god! Oh, Phil, I am so sorry. This is awful. How careless of me. Here, hold still; I'll try to scoop it back up."

Phil held still, his face a deep red blush as Pam used that same hand to 'scoop up' the sperm. All she managed to do was get it in his mouth, transfer what was left in her hand to his face, and smear it around, all the while earnestly saying, "Oh, damn, I went and got some in your mouth. Now that is something no husband should have to endure. It's bad enough to have to see another man's sperm pouring out of your wife's pussy, but to get it shoved in your mouth after it's been in her pussy... yuck! Just the thought of that makes me want to puke. Damn! I went and did it again."

Richard stood to the side with a good view of Pam's performance. She did manage to scoop some sperm on her finger, but then that finger ended up between Phil's slack lips and got wiped clean in the corner of his mouth while she was saying, "Oh, shit. I'm just making matters worse. I'm just getting more and more sperm in your mouth. This isn't working."

And Phil sat, dumbfounded, thinking, "The hell it's not, you sick little puppy. Go on, get some more. Scoop it off your legs and put it all in my mouth while Richard watches. That's what you want. I dare you."

Pam watched her husband's eyes close. As if she could read his mind, she thought, "You fucker. You love it. You love sucking on my lover's sperm. I ought to scoop up more and make you eat that to. Is that why you closed your eyes, so you wouldn't have to endure the shame of watching me reach for more in front of Richard? Before I'm through with you tonight, mister, you'll get down on your knees and lick it off my thighs. Then you'll kiss Richard's cock and thank him for putting it there."

Pam stepped back, saying, "I'm sorry, Phil. I made a mess of everything. Can you ever forgive me?"

Phil's eyes opened to see Pam looking innocently down on him. He caught Richard, off to the side, and caught his grin. With a mouthful of sperm, and a face wet with his spend, Phil wiped his mouth with the top of his right forearm. It seemed the thing to do, but he did it mostly to mask his swallow. After gulping down the load, he said, "All right, Pam, I forgive you. Don't let it happen again, okay?"

Pam smiled and bent for a kiss, using her dry hand to wipe his mouth first. When she stood, she said, "I guess I better get this finished while I still have a husband. I'm really sorry about filling your mouth with Richard's sperm. I'll try not to let anything like that happen again. You must be mortified. You didn't swallow that stuff, did you?"

Phil looked hard at her, trying to convey his message that she was taking things too far, too fast. Her arousal was obvious. She thoroughly enjoyed humiliating him in that way. He refused to answer, staring hard with a set jaw. Either she missed the message or ignored it. She said, after the long silence, "Well, that answers my question. Look, honey, don't feel ashamed about swallowing Richard's semen. It's not like you swallowed my lover's semen. That would be sick. Only a degenerate husband would do that, and he'd probably lick the icky stuff right off her thighs, or suck it right out of her pussy, or even worse, lick it off her lover's cock."

"Pam, please. That's enough."

"No, it's not enough. I can still see you are upset and embarrassed. You shouldn't be. You'd never stoop that low; besides, Richard and I aren't lovers. We're just good friends. All of us are just good friends. We don't need to be ashamed of what you just did; you know, swallowing Richard's sperm. We can be open and honest with each other. If you like doing things like that, we're not going to look down on you for it. In fact, if I were Richard, and saw the husband of the wife I just screwed swallowing my sperm, I'd be flattered."

"Pam, would you just finish this. I'm all right. I'm not mad, and I'm not embarrassed anymore. Let's just get this over with. We all have to go to work in the morning and it's getting late."

"Okay, if you're sure. Come, Richard. Let's get that cock cleaned up."

Pam laid on her back over the cushion and deftly drew her legs back, hooking her heels behind her neck. Her spermy thighs came up in dramatic, vulgar display. The entire inner surfaces and underside of her legs were a mass of sperm globules and smeared puddles. She traced patterns in the mess with her fingers. Phil's eyes looked longingly at the delicious sight. Having tasted sperm, and found the taste obscenely desirable, he wanted to get down and lick it off.

Pam caught him staring and said, "Oh, how thoughtless of me. This must be torture for you. All this yummy warm sperm getting cold and drying up. I'm sorry, dear. We can wait if you want to lick it off."

"Pam, just please get on with it."

"Suit yourself, but you're still in denial. It's not that late. We're not in that big a hurry that we can't take a few minutes to let you have your fun, too. Richard, you wouldn't mind waiting a few minutes while Phil licks up your cum, would you?"

Richard smiled and turned to Phil, saying, "Sure, what are friends for. Like she said earlier, we're not lovers, and we are all friends here. Go ahead, it doesn't mean anything. Lots of guys like sperm. That doesn't make you queer; it just means you're a guy who likes sperm."

Seeing their open, casual acceptance, and feeling like a part of the group, Phil pondered the idea of simply letting go. The idea grew quickly, until he found himself getting up and settling to his knees. He looked from Pam to Richard, then inched closer and dipped his head. His tongue came out and touched a puddle of sperm. Seconds later, he licked, then licked broadly with a flattened tongue. He licked, swallowed, then licked some more. He licked up one thigh and down the other, licked down the crack of her ass, then lapped her pussy. He placed his mouth over her hole, stuck his tongue in deeply, and lapped at the sperm puddled there.

He lapped at the well of her semen-filled pussy like a thirsty hound, while Pam held the back of his head in her firm pressing grasp, saying, "You're a good husband to lick another man's sperm from your wife's adulterous vagina, and a good friend to the man who made it that way. I know you are dying to lick and suck on his cock, but let me clean it for you first. Go on, take your seat, dear. This shouldn't take long."

Phil reluctantly eased off, his face wet and flush with arousal. He flopped back on the sofa, his dick sticking straight up as he watched Richard's mighty cock, hard as a bone, a cock he was destined to suck. With hungry eyes, he watched it enter his wife's pussy.

Pam, in her favorite position, held her pelvis up my placing her hands, palms up, under her ass. She maneuvered easily, capturing the cock, then wiggled her pelvis as it sank in past the mark. She moaned loudly as it went deeper and deeper, and said, "Oh, yes, Richard. Put that big cock all the way in my pussy so I can wash it for my husband. Since he's going to be sucking on it, I'd better clean it real good. Go deep. Yes, all the way. Bury that fucking mark, that god damned, mother fucking mark. I want to wipe that mark away forever. That mark is an insult to a good friend like you."

And she proceeded to do just that, madly grinding and rolling her loins over it, using her hands to help slide her pelvis up and down it's length in a furious manner. She attacked that mark with a vengeance, quickly wiping away all trace of it, then exploding in her orgasm when she saw it was gone.

Richard settled over her body, sinking his cock to the hilt. She welcomed him with open arms after unhooking her legs. Those legs wound around his hips and drew him in tight. Her hands caressed his face, and she planted tender kisses all over it while passionately saying, "Oh, yes, darling, fuck me. Fuck my pussy, sweetheart, love me Richard. Love me like a woman needs to be loved. Love me with your beautiful cock, darling." Their mouths merged into a soft, passionate kiss as their loins sensuously ground together.

They made love as lovers do, with passionate kisses and soft terms of endearment spoken in each other's ears. The love words, like a billiard ball in a bank shot, bounced off the side-rail of one lover's ear, to sink in the pocket of Phil's ear. Pam sank the eight ball when she said, "My lover, my darling, take me to my bedroom and make love to me all night long."

Phil's startled eyes watched helplessly as Richard gathered his wife's bundle of flesh in his powerful arms and carried her, still impaled on his cock, to his marital bed. Phil got up and followed at a distance. They went into the room. The door shut behind them. He stood in the hall, staring in mute wonder at the closed door. It opened, and a feminine hand tossed a sheet, blanket, and pillow recklessly into the hallway. The door closed, then locked.

Phil came up and gathered the bedding, stood at the door for a second, then returned to the sofa and resumed masturbating. Inside the bedroom, the two adulterers broke into fits of quiet laughter. Pam pressed her ear to the door and listened hard, then turned to Richard and said, "He went back to the sofa. Ten to one, he's jerking off."

Richard said, "I think we're over the hard part. I think we can forget about that fucking mark."

"That fucking thing is history. I've never seen him so turned on, even when I said all of that lovey dovey shit."

"Do you think he bought it?"

"He bought it for what it was, the passion of the moment. He knows we're not lovers at work. He knows I can only love him, but he knows that when I make love, I'm in love. It's true, too. When we were out there, making love, I really loved you and meant every word. It was fun pretending. I like making love as much as I like fucking. I especially like making love to a man with a real cock. That's what got him all fired up. That's why we can kiss that mark goodbye. He likes watching me fuck or make love. Did you see the way that man ate my snatch? That was unbelievable. God, I loved it."

"I loved watching it. Do you think he'll actually suck my dick?"

"I couldn't fight him off it. He is enthralled by it. In fact, why don't we find out? I know you are good for another cum. Let's fuck, and then go out there, hand in hand, and present our spermy crotches to him to see what he does. We won't say a word; we'll just stand there and see who he goes to first."

They climbed on the bed. Pam got set in her favorite position. As Richard stuffed her cunt, he said, "I'll bet he goes for your twat first."

"You and your stupid wagers. Just fuck me, you fool."

They screwed like bunnies and made a big mess. Together, walking hand in hand, they emerged into the dark living room an hour after they'd left. Pam hit the lights, and Phil sat up on the sofa. They advanced toward him, then stood side by side and placed an arm around each other's waist. Phil looked from wet crotch to wet crotch. He gazed on Richard's hanging wet cock for the longest time, waiting for Pam to speak, knowing full well what her words would be.

When Pam moved her feet out and lewdly presented her soiled loins, his eyes went to her. She spoke without speaking. His eyes scoured the scene of her out-thrust vagina, open and weeping sperm that ran in rivers down her creamy inner thighs. The words she didn't speak said quite clearly, "Come, you sick puppy, lick my lover's sperm from my legs and suck it from my cunt. Show me what a good husband you will be from now on."

And like a good husband, in love with a slut, he drew off the covers and slipped to the floor on hands and knees. He crawled to her legs and began licking up rivers of semen until his mouth reached the source and sucked the head waters dry. Without being told, he moved over to Richard, licked his dick and his balls, and sucked life back into that magnificent rod. He sucked and masturbated the man, his wife's lover, and sucked until the man came in his mouth to his wife's close-by command that he swallow it all down. He sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked.

When he sucked Richard dry, Pam was again by Richard's side. Phil pushed the semi-rigid cock toward her crotch. The two turned to face each other as Phil placed the cock at the entrance to his wife's hole. Pam slithered on while Phil held it for her. She flattened his hand between their groins when she hopped up and threw her legs around Richard's waist. Richard cupped her buttocks and pried her cheeks wide apart, leaning backward. Phil crawled behind his wife and did what a good husband should do when presented such a feast--he feasted on adulterous lovers while they fucked.

Pam pushed herself up to look in Richard's face with her husband's tongue buried deeply in her rectum. In a loud, clear voice, she said, "Richard, my darling, please make me your whore." His reply made it so, and the tongue in her ass probed her with joy.

Making a difficult marriage work isn't all that difficult as long as all parties are willing to try. They just need a hand, someone willing to bend over backwards and pry.



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The Corruption of Mother Theresa


Theresa Andrews did everything she thought was right in raising her two daughters: Connie, fourteen; and Becky, eight. For years she fretted over her Connie falling victim to a child molester, and with young Becky in her molesting prime, her fears should be doubled. Now, thanks to her new friend and neighbor, Pam, far from fretting, she was afraid it would never happen.

It all started a few weeks after they met and became friends. It was right after Pam got hired as an administrative assistant at the high school, the same school Connie attends as a freshman. The two women loved to talk, and their conversations grew progressively more intimate over time. Pam's favorite topic is sex, anyway. With her new job, she had new juicy items to talk about each time they met. Sex was going on everywhere at the high school, and Pam got right in the middle of it without getting involved in any of it. Still, she told great stories, and told them well.

Pam always left Theresa with a burning and soaked crotch. Pam would no sooner be out the door than Theresa would be at her cunt with one of her dildos. She was so excited and in need that she was very often careless. In her thirty-two years, she'd never been caught masturbating, but in the six months she knew Pam, Connie caught her half a dozen times, and Becky caught her more than that. To be caught stuffing a giant imitation cock up her twat with her legs wide is bad enough, but when she couldn't stop and continued with a child or two looking on, she knew she was losing control.

Pam had that effect on her. Pam knew all her buttons and pressed them frequently, just for kicks. Theresa knew Pam was playing games with her, deriving pleasure from driving her to the brink of sensual insanity, but the game was so deliciously wicked, Theresa couldn't get enough. She welcomed each new visit, knowing full well that Pam was poisoning her mind with dirty sex ideas.

If she'd had a man in her life, it might be different. She was attractive enough; in fact, she was down right gorgeous. No man would kick Theresa Andrews out of bed under any circumstances. She avoided men out of fear, fear of exposing her innocent daughters to potential harm. It was her mother's dates that molested her when she was growing up. Theresa wanted her daughters to be safe. She was content with her dildos until Pam surfaced and lit fires in her loins that plastic and rubber couldn't quench.

The stories Pam told about Jim Groves and his punishment chair, of nude, public strappings; of raping young girls, impregnating them and screwing their mothers; stories about Richard Wright and his stable of little whores; and the stories of Hal Peterson and the way he and Jim trapped mothers into surrendering to their wicked lust, making virtual sex slaves of them and their daughters. These stories drove Theresa wild. They made her think the unthinkable, and made her think the unthinkable constantly.

Theresa could hardly look at Connie without imagining her getting raped by an adult male. She pictured Connie, bound naked before her classmates, teased and strapped, fondled lewdly, then taken off to be gang banged while she was forced to watch. She'd been caught staring at Connie's crotch so often, that Connie thought she was queer for her. Connie asked Pam if she was her mother's lover. Pam thought that was funny and couldn't wait to tell Theresa. Theresa was mortified, but knowing Pam, she said, "What did you tell her."

To her further chagrin, Pam's said, "I told her I wasn't queer, but I thought you were. I told her you keep trying to look down my blouse, and you are forever trying to get a peek up my skirt. I told her you were fascinated with my vagina."

"Pam, how could you? Why would you tell her that?"

"It's true. You are always trying to look where you shouldn't be looking, stealing peeks at my intimate anatomy. Don't get me wrong. I don't mind. If I did, I'd wear panties and a bra over here and I certainly would never sit like this. I think your obsession with my pussy is flattering."

Theresa hung her head in her hands. It was true. She couldn't help herself. She knew Pam had to be aware, but coming right out with it was so embarrassing, and to expose this fact to her daughter, no less. She lifted her blushing face and said, "I'm not queer, Pam. I know I look. I can't help it. You're so... so... careless."

"Not careless, Theresa. It's practice. I practice shooting beavers on you. I figured there'd be no harm. You can't rape me, and I certainly won't get involved in a lesbian relationship with you. I figured, what the hell."

"So you think I'm queer for you, huh?"

"I think you like what you see. Why else would you keep looking. You're looking at my cunt right now."

Theresa jerked her eyes from the provocative display Pam was giving in her slumped posture with her knees out wide. The short skirt hid nothing, especially as Pam sat with her legs aimed right at Theresa. Theresa said, "Damnit, Pam, you sit like that, with your twat out for all to see, and expect me not to look. I mean, shit, I can see it all."

"Really. What exactly can you see, Theresa?"

Theresa eyed Pam suspiciously. She noticed how Pam widened her knees. Her eyes drifted low on their own accord and settled on the vision of Pam's naked vagina. She gulped and said, "I see your entire vagina, Pam."

"Describe it to me."

Their eyes met for a moment. A wicked thrill coursed up Theresa's spine. For the first time, she looked directly, openly, and long at Pam's pussy. It was a beautiful pussy. The words didn't come easy, but she finally said, "You have light brown pubic hair that hides little. You shave the labia lips. Your clit pokes up at the top like a little soldier guarding the gates. Your inner lips are pink and thin and you have a deep crack."

"That's my pussy, all right. So why, if you've seen it so often, do you still have trouble prying your eyes off it. Like now."

Theresa forced her eyes up, her face a deep blush, saying, "I don't know why. It's just something you don't see everyday."

"Bullshit! I make it a point to show it to you every day, and still you look."

"You tell me, then."

"I think you love my pussy. I know you love looking at it."

"I think we'd better drop this."

"Why, was I right? Do you love my pussy, Theresa? We're friends; you can tell me. I won't think less of you. Hell, I grew up with lesbian parents. I've been around bi and lesbian women all my life. I'm used to women falling in love with my pussy. It doesn't bother me any."

"Look, Pam, I am not lesbian or bisexual. I have never done anything with another woman, nor will I ever. I don't know why I look, but if you're going to keep flashing your beaver in my face, I'll probably keep looking."

"That's fine with me, but I could do much better than that. Hell, I'll take off all my clothes and shoot some real beavers for you if you'd like. We're all girls here, after all. Besides, Connie and Becky already know how crazy you are for my pussy."

"I don't believe this. How did we ever get this screwed up?"

Pam stood and dropped her skirt. In a flash, she whipped her blouse over her head. Theresa sat open-mouthed, stunned at Pam's brash behavior. Pam kicked the skirt away and sat before Theresa could voice an objection. When Theresa found her voice, she managed to get two words out when Connie rounded the corner and froze in place on seeing Pam sitting, naked, with her legs wide apart, aimed right at her mother. Her eyes went wide and she blushed before marching through to the kitchen. Theresa didn't know what to say to her, so she said nothing. Connie left quietly, but she wasn't gone a minute before Becky appeared.

Becky was all smiles and not at all shy. She said, "How come you got no clothes on?"

Before Theresa could stop her, Pam said, "Because, your mom likes to see naked women. She likes looking at my pussy, and since I don't mind, and we're friends, I let her look all she wants."

Becky said, "Oh. Okay. Mom, can I have a Pepsi? Connie got one."

"Yes dear, please have a Pepsi."

When Becky left, Theresa looked to Pam and said, "Did you see that kid? Okay! She just said, 'okay.' Mom wants to look at naked women, it's okay."

"Kids are more resilient and accepting than we think. Now, I can be naked every time I visit and your kids won't think anything of it. Great, huh."

Theresa thought about asking Pam to dress, but after thinking it over, after weighing the benefits of having Pam naked for her stories, she thought twice about it. Seeing her exciting neighbor totally nude had a strange and powerful effect on Theresa. Everything was right out where she could see it. What's more, Pam cocked her left leg, setting her foot on the seat, offering a deliciously vulgar crotch shot.

Theresa watched the woman's cunt hole open and close with each sway of her knee. The sight was impossible not to look at, and Pam made it more difficult to tear her eyes away by spreading wider, moving her right leg out to its extreme and fanning her left knee to a ridiculous extreme. The effect was mesmerizing and obscene.

Theresa was so engrossed with it that Connie's approach went unnoticed until she stood beside her mother, gawking at the same thing her mother was gawking at--Pam's open cunt. Pam never flinched, but Theresa jumped. Connie said, while keeping her eyes on the pussy, "Becky put her pop on my homework and ruined it. I have to start all over."

"You tell her she's in trouble, now run along."

"Want me to send her in here?"

"No, you two stay in the living room." Connie took one last look at Pam's pussy, then left.

Pam said, "Like mother, like daughter."

Theresa said, "Pam, you are corrupting us all. God, how could you sit there like that with my kid looking on?"

"It was easy. It doesn't bother me in the least. Did it bother you?"

"Yes, it bothered me."

"Would you rather I got dressed?"

"I didn't say that."

Pam smiled. "I have good news. I spoke with Richard about Connie."

"Shush, she might be eaves dropping."

"Let's go into your bedroom."

"I don't dare... do I?"

"Why not. That's what a lesbian does."

"But I'm not... oh screw it. I'll never convince them of that. Yeah, let's do go in my bedroom. In fact, I'm tempted to get naked as well. Wouldn't that set them off?"

"Oh, let's do, Theresa. I'll ham it up. I'll even let you put your arm around my waist and hold me close. I might even kiss you when I leave. Come on. It'll be a kick. If you can't do this little thing, you'll never do the other."

"All right, damnit. I'll do it." With that, Theresa stood and began undressing. Pam watched closely, admiring her friend's trim, firm figure. When she was totally naked, they stood up together. Theresa took a deep breath, and awkwardly placed an arm around Pam's waist. Pam tugged her in tight and said, "Act like you love me. Squeeze me tight and get your hand on my ass. That's it. Okay, here we go. Lead away."

Together, they emerged into the living room. Connie and Becky both looked up and froze. Connie gulped; Becky smiled. Theresa nervously said, "We are going into the bedroom, and we don't wish to be disturbed. No phone, no questions, and no fighting, understand?" Both girls nodded. The two women moved on and into the master bedroom.

Once inside, they broke apart and giggled like naughty school girls. They collapsed on the bed, sitting side by side with their naked thighs touching. Both women were acutely aware of the touch and the exchange of body warmth, but neither moved to end it. Pam said, "I am impressed, Theresa."

"It was easier than I thought. God, I feel so wicked and nasty. Can you imagine what they think we're doing in here. Do you think they know what two women do?"

"Connie does, and you can bet she's giving Becky her first lesson. Right now, Connie is telling her that you are licking my pussy."

"Or that you are licking mine."

"No, she knows I'm not queer. I told her so. Besides, I have a husband."

"Oh, Jesus. You're right. I can almost feel their thoughts."

"That's my thigh you're feeling, but it's okay."

"Okay, so you spoke with Richard. Will he rape Connie?"

"Yes, tomorrow, but there is a condition."

"What?"

"When you come down to lodge your protest, he wants you to bring both girls with you."

"Why, Becky is too young."

"Yes, but not too young to watch her mother get the shit fucked out of her and watch her sister being forced into whoredom."

"Oh, that's kinky. You know, I like it. Yes, Becky should see this. Oh, Pam, this will be so bizarre. I hope I can go through with this like I planned. It's all I think about."

"Well, you'll soon get your wish. Connie will make a nice addition to the stable. I can see that she gets a good workout. She'll be the youngest, you know, not to mention one of the sexiest."

"I know she will. I can't wait until men begin stopping by here wanting to fuck her."

"That's another factor. We don't have many like that. Pam, I hope you won't freak out if someone lays a hand on Becky. She is awfully cute, and Richard did specify that she wear a dress."

"That sounds ominous. You don't suppose..."

"Who knows where horny men are concerned. I doubt Richard will."

"Well, I won't freak unless someone hurts her."

"No one will hurt her, I assure you."

"Suppose they try to fuck her."

"They might. I can't promise they won't try."

"I hope they don't try. That would spoil everything. They can strip her and feel her up. Hell, she'll probably enjoy that."

"I'm sure that's all they'll do. Don't worry. Look, I have to be running along. I'm expecting Richard and his wonder cock."

"God how I envy you, a handsome husband, and a big-dicked lover in the open besides. You must be in heaven."

Pam stood and fondled her pussy in front of Theresa's face, saying, "My hot, creamy pussy is in heaven, that's for sure. Say, you know, you can't go out with a dry face. You're supposed to be in here eating my pussy."

"I'll splash some water on, maybe rub some facial cream on."

"No, that won't fool them. You know damn well they'll want to get close for a sniff, just to satisfy their curiosity. They both know what pussy smells like."

"What are you suggesting, Pam?"

Pam stood squarely before Theresa and straddled her friend's knees. She thrust her pussy forward and said, "Here, just rub your face around in it and get all juicy."

"Pam! Are you crazy? Are you going to rub our faces in each other's pussy?"

"Of course not. They know I'm no lesbian. You're the one who is cunt crazy. They don't think I am in here eating your pussy. They think you're eating mine."

"But I thought we were trying to come across as lesbian lovers. This is awfully one-sided and makes me look like the sicko."

"So what. It's what they expect. It's just pussy, Theresa. It won't hurt you. Hurry, I don't have much time."

Pam raised her right foot and placed it on the mattress beside Theresa's left hip. At the same time, she used her left hand to forcefully pull Theresa's face into her crotch. Before Theresa could object, her face melded with Pam's cunt. Wet, musky, pulpy, pussy flesh covered her nose and mouth. Pam took hold of Theresa's head and held it steady while she rubbed her cunt on it.

Theresa was stiff at first, but relaxed quickly and soon lent herself willingly to the vulgar treatment. After only a few seconds, Pam let go. Theresa continued to move her face in the maw before her, wetting her face from forehead to chin, ear to ear. Pam climbed onto the bed and stood over Theresa's face in a standing half-squat to aid Theresa, saying, "They'll expect to smell pussy on your breath, so you better use your tongue in my hole. Yeah, that's it. You're doing good, Theresa. You may have to suck on my clit to get my juices flowing. That's it. Good girl. You're doing it like a real cunt sucking lesbian. Yes, I can feel those juices flowing already. You suck a mean pussy, girl."

Theresa was soon lost in her first venture into cunt-sucking. Pam made the act even more vulgar by humping Theresa's mouth. Theresa loved it and sucked harder, gripping her friend tightly by the hips, pulling her face in tight. Pam said, "You know, it's a shame your daughters can't see you doing this to me. They'd be impressed; I know I am."

"Ummm, I'm tempted to call them in here. I'm beginning to like this,"

"Hey, we could do a number at the door, you know, a parting scene. Instead of a kiss, you could kiss your way to my cunt and give me a parting pussy suck. I don't need to get dressed to cross the hall. What do you think, Theresa? Are you game?"

"Fuck it. Why not? I've gone this far. I may as well sink all the way. After tomorrow afternoon, they'll think I'm sick anyway. Do you want me to stop, now?"

Pam stood and climbed down. Theresa followed. They stood face to face. Pam smiled and said, "You look like a true lezzie slut. You shine."

"I feel like one. I can't believe we're going to do this. They are going to shit gummy bears."

"Good. I like gummy bears. Come on. Let's go. It's show time."

They emerged arm in arm. Both girls watched attentively. Pam broke away to get her things and the two met at the door with the girls sitting on the floor behind their mother. Theresa rolled her eyes up, then leaned in to plant a kiss on Pam's unresponsive lips. Pam turned her head to offer Theresa her neck. Theresa kissed her way down the neck and on toward Pam's right breast.

Pam watched the kids who were watching their mother avidly. She turned each breast into the sucking mouth, then placed a hand on Theresa's head. Theresa went lower, planting kisses as she went. As she neared Pam's lower abdomen, Pam planted her feet wide and used her hand to guide the head to her pussy. Theresa dropped to her knees and settled back on her heels. The two girls had a clear view of both pussy and mouth as their mother planted kisses all over Pam's pubic mound and clit.

Pam inched forward until she stood directly over Theresa's upturned face. She placed her hands on her hips and gently rocked her cunt to and fro on Theresa's mouth. The girls strained to see. Both had risen to their knees just a few feet away and were peering down on the scene, watching their mother's tongue lapping the neighbor's slit and seeing it dip deeply into the center. As lewd and bizarre as this scene was, Pam wasn't satisfied. She wanted those girls to see the full plane of her sex from clit to asshole. She especially wanted them to see how their mother was using her tongue in her hole.

She looked around and her eyes settled on the back of the sofa. It was just within her foot's reach, and stretching up that high and out that far would do perfectly. Furthermore it would swing them even closer to the girls, giving them a view from the rear. In a deft move, Pam launched her left foot out and caught the top edge of the sofa. Theresa, a bit puzzled, remained in contact, fully realizing that her daughters now saw everything. She could reach out and touch them, they were so close. Pam bent low to further expose her cuntal plane, and doing so allowed her to see how the girls reacted.

Both girls could see everything their mother did. With her head tilted far back, she couldn't see them, but they saw her tongue delving inside Pam's pussy hole. They saw the tongue lap the furrow and pause to suck on the clit from time to time. Theresa could not get enough degradation. She put on a show for her girls, lapping her neighbor from asshole to clit in broad flat passes with her fully extended tongue. She stiffened her tongue and face-fucked the hole, sucked the clit, then lapped the slit. Pam cried out, "Oh, yes, Theresa. You are a wonderful cunt-lapper. Make me cum, baby. Make my pussy juices pour down."

Theresa sucked long and hard on Pam's clit and drove Pam over the edge. She came explosively, sending down a gusher of pussy cream that oozed out from her open hole. Theresa began lapping at this flow, then sucked on the hole. Pam brought her foot down and stood erect, allowing Theresa to finish. She swayed sensuously in place, moaning and cooing, voicing her pleasure and contentment. Theresa sucked her cunt for another five minutes in this position before Pam stepped away leaving Theresa to face her bewildered kids.

They exchanged looks for a second before Theresa got up and saw Pam to the door. Pam kissed her on the forehead, then slipped out carrying her clothes. When the door closed, Theresa slowly turned to face two very confused young girls. She said, "I'm sorry you saw that. That shouldn't have happened, but it did."

Becky said, "You sure seemed to like doing that to her. Didn't it taste yuckie?"

"No, it didn't taste yuckie. The vagina is not yuckie, at least, not to me."

Becky said, "Yeah, but you had your mouth where she pees."

Connie said, "Becky, stop asking questions. It's embarrassing."

Theresa came over and sat on the sofa, saying, "No, she can ask any question she likes. You, too, Connie. I'm sure you must have a few."

"Well, I don't understand, but in a way, I do. You like her and she likes that. Is that why you do it?"

"Well, that's part of it. I get something out of it, too. It's hard to explain, but doing nasty things with another person, male or female, feels... well, it feels neat, fun, wicked. While it's happening, it feels great. It's hard to explain."

Becky said, "Doing nasty things makes me get all tingly inside. Is it like that?"

"Yes, exactly. I got all tingly doing that for Pam, knowing that you girls were watching."

"Yeah, but she got super tingly, didn't she?"

"Yes, she had an orgasm. That's different. I give myself orgasms sometimes. You've both seen me do that."

"Yeah, that's neat watching you fuck yourself. Don't you want one, now?"

Theresa did, desperately. Their openness inspired her to say, "Yes, I do. I plan to very soon. Would you girls like to watch Mommy fuck herself with a dildo?"

Becky eagerly said, "Yeah! Want me to go get it for you. I know where you keep it."

"Connie, do you want to watch? Be honest."

"I guess. If it won't embarrass you."

"It might, but we shouldn't be embarrassed about something as natural as masturbation. I'm sure you know about that, don't you?"

Connie went red and hung her head. Becky said, "She knows, all right. She does it a lot. She uses a hair brush handle."

"Becky!"

"It's all right, Connie. All girls do it. I did when I was younger than Becky. I used a candle. We could do it together."

"Uh, no thanks, Mom. I'll watch you, though."

Becky said, "I'll do it with you, Mom. I use my own brush."

"Okay, go get it and my dildo. We'll perform for Connie."

Becky dashed from the room. Theresa turned to Connie and said, "You might at least consider getting naked with us. You'll be the only one dressed, you know."

"Well, I suppose. I don't want to do anything nasty, though. I just want to watch, okay?"

"Suit yourself, but you'll be missing out."

Becky flounced into the room, naked, holding two hair brushes and a ten-inch dildo. She tossed a hair brush to Connie and the dildo to her mother. She sat next to Theresa and spread her legs. Theresa followed suit, laying her right knee over Becky's left. Connie removed her clothes and sat on the floor at their feet. Her eyes went from one pussy to the other as each cunt took an invader.

Theresa was hot starting out. Her eyes watched the brush handle slip easily into Becky's tight, hairless quim. It was Connie's developing cunt that fascinated Theresa. She hadn't had a good look at the object of her fantasies in years. She caught glimpses of it as Connie sat, but with her hands in her lap, she had it covered. Warmed by the wicked feel of the cock in her cunt and the bizarre circumstances, she said, "Connie, please move your hands away from your vagina."

Connie looked with questioning eyes, but slowly let her hands fall out to the sides. Theresa saw her pussy, but only the top part. She wanted desperately to see where the cocks would be entering her daughter. She worked the dildo for several minutes, then said, "Connie, show us your pussy. We'd like to see it, all. Wouldn't we, Becky?"

"Yeah, I guess. Come on, Connie. You do it, too. It feels great."

Connie blushingly leaned back and planted her feet out wide, saying, "Is this good enough?"

Theresa could see the full crack, but wanted a nice, pink-meat spread. She said, "Lie on your back and draw your knees back."

"Mom, that's disgusting."

"Come on, Connie. Please, for me!" Surprisingly, Connie laid back and drew her knees up and out. Encouraged, Theresa said, "Wider, move your knees out as wide as you can."

"Oh, Mom, this is so embarrassing." Nonetheless, she complied. As she did, her tiny, unused hole came into view within the pink oval of her inner meat. The pink sheen shone back into Theresa's eyes. Theresa pounded away at her cunt with the dildo. Becky matched her pace, mimicking her actions and style.

Despite Connie's protests, her pussy was juicing fast. The wetness spread and leaked from her hole. Wracked with passion, Theresa said, "Connie, reach down with your fingertips and pull your cunt open for us."

Connie moved to comply while saying, "Mom, this is sick." She placed the tips of her fingers at the edges of her slit and pulled hard. Her hole gaped open.

Theresa imagined Richard Wright's cock going into that hole and she nearly came. She slowed her fucking, wanting to drag out her first climax. Becky said, "Boy, Mom, you sure like looking at Connie's pussy. Are you wishing you could lick it?"

Connie raised her head and cried out, "Becky, shut up!"

Theresa said, "She does have the prettiest pussy I ever saw, that's for sure."

"What about mine? You can lick it if you want. I don't mind."

Theresa smiled, looked at Becky's pussy and said, "Yours is lovely, but it needs to develop more. Connie has a nicely developed pussy, a perfect pussy."

Connie said, "Mom, you're embarrassing me."

"Well, it's true. Any man would die to fuck your pussy. Any lesbian would die to lick it."

Becky said, "Would you die to lick her pussy, Mom?"

"Becky! Stop it."

Theresa could tell that Connie was enjoying this conversation and her vulgar display. She said, "I'd gladly lick Connie's pussy if she'd let me."

"Ask her, Connie. I wanna see her do it. You saw how good she is at it. Don't you want an orgasm. Mom can make you have an orgasm with her mouth; can't you, Mom?"

"I'm sure I could, but let's not pressure her, okay. Let's just enjoy the view she's giving us."

They silently fucked their respective pussies. At one point, Becky reached over and worked the dildo for her mother. Theresa returned the favor. Before they switched back, Theresa withdrew the hair brush handle and sucked it, making Becky giggle. Connie watched with her head raised. Theresa reached her orgasm a few seconds before Becky. They convulsed together, then collapsed together. Connie sat up, but kept her knees wide. She said, "Are you all done?"

Theresa said, "Not yet. Just taking a breather. Honey, why don't you roll over and get on your hands and knees. I'd like to see your vagina from the rear."

Connie made a reluctant moan, but assumed the position with her ass high and shoulders low. Her sex was beautifully displayed in this position and Theresa was tempted to reach out with her toe and touch it. When she resumed masturbating, she did just that, startling Connie when her toe split the cunt lips. She stiffened, but did not cry out or voice an objection. Theresa took this as a go signal to begin her toe explorations. Her toe explored every nook and cranny, spending a great deal of time imbedded in Connie's hole as deeply as it would go. Theresa had the girl's cunt dripping juice. Theresa enjoyed another cum while toe-fucking her daughter.

Theresa kept her toe deep in Connie's hole while she caught her breath. Connie felt strange with her mother's toe up her cunt, but it felt so good, she remained steady until Theresa pulled it out a few minutes later. Connie stood this time and said, "Are we done, now?"

"I just want one more good one, Connie. This time, I want a real good look at your beautiful pussy. Will you do that for me, sweetheart."

"I guess. How do you want me this time?"

"Do a head stand between my knees with your back to me. When you get up, do the splits."

"God, Mom. You sure ask a lot." Connie placed her head on the floor between her mother's feet and jumped into the head stand with her mother's hands steadying her hips. Once up and balanced, her legs fell out to either side. Theresa and Becky leaned forward to peer into the well of Connie's sex. They both used their fingers to explore, pull, pry, and poke. Connie voiced no objection, even when Theresa fingered her with two fingers.

After several long minutes of this lewd play, Theresa said, "I think I'd like to lie on the floor on my back while you do the splits over my face."

"Oh, God, Mom, that's so nasty."

"Please!"

"Oh, all right. If that's what you really want."

Theresa quickly got on the floor. Connie stood with her feet out wide on either side of her mother's head. Under Theresa's encouragement, and with Becky's assistance, she slid her feet out further and further, bringing her wide open crotch lower and lower. Theresa didn't stop her until the cunt touched her nose. When Connie felt the nose hit her cunt, her immediate reaction was to try to go up, but that was impossible.

Being stretched out that far, Connie kept sinking after a short time. Soon, her cunt covered her mother's face. Theresa took the liberty of using her tongue while Becky took control of the dildo and pounded her mother's cunt. Connie remained in place, driven to distraction by the powerful sensations her mother induced. Theresa sucked and licked her daughter freely, and quickly brought her to orgasm. Becky's fevered assault on her pussy brought on Theresa's own.

Connie fell to her knees in a post orgasmic slump, but remained in place while her mother licked lovingly at the juices still flowing from her hole. Theresa licked and savored her daughter's vaginal nectar while Connie rocked over the mouth between her legs. Theresa could feel the dildo being extracted. Becky shifted position between Theresa's wide apart legs. Theresa couldn't see anything but Connie's pussy, but she felt warm wisps of breath on the sensitive inner tissues of her vagina. Seconds later, the flick of a tiny tongue, then a kiss to her clit.

Shivers went up and down her spine as she realized what her little darling was up to. She moaned into Connie's cunt under a barrage of maddening little kisses that evolved into a full-fledged lapping of her slit. The delightful sensations inspired Theresa to intensify her mouthing of Connie's twat. In response, Connie adjusted her position so as to assist her mother's efforts, making her pussy more accessible and allowing her mother greater freedom of movement. She was instantly rewarded with a real cunt suck like Pam had received.

After her second climax nearly took the top of her head off, Connie rolled away exhausted and spent. Theresa remained captive to Becky's talented little mouth. She moaned, groaned, and writhed until a final orgasm laid her out, panting and spent. She thought the session was all over, but opened her eyes to see a prepubescent vagina descending on her face. Just beyond it, the grinning wet face of Becky, saying, "It's my turn, now." Little Becky's twat muffled her mother's response.

The following morning, Theresa awoke to that same prepubescent vagina closing over her face. She serviced the girl, then went to start the breakfast. The breakfast conversation was stiff, thanks to Connie. Becky would not stop talking about the previous night or her early morning suck. Connie wanted to pretend it never happened. Theresa saw both girls off to school. As Connie left, Theresa said, "You have a great day, dear." She then went to her room and fucked herself to three great orgasms.

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Connie was in her second period class when the school nurse, Emily, came for her. Puzzled, she gathered her books and followed her to her aid room. Emily closed and locked the door, then turning to Connie said, "Take your clothes off, dear. You are scheduled for a full pelvic exam. It's mandatory."

"But why just me?"

"Don't sass me, young lady. Do as you're told, then get up on that table."

Connie nervously began undoing buttons and zips. When she was down to socks and panties, she said, "Don't I get a gown, at least?"

"No, hurry. I haven't got all day."

Connie set her jaw, then pulled off the socks and shucked her panties. She hopped up on the table and sat stiffly. Emily pushed on her shoulder until Connie was fully reclined. She swung Connie's legs up and adjusted her to lie centered. While Connie watched with growing concern, Emily attached stirrup posts. She positioned them out wide to each side, then took Connie's right foot and set it in the right stirrup. She attached an ankle strap then did the same with the left. When her left foot went out and her crotch opened wide, Connie groaned and cried, "Please don't."

"You hush." Emily took the girl's right wrist and secured it to a rail running along the right side.

"Why are you tying me down?"

Ignoring the anxious girl, Emily did the same with the left. Connie was secured. She nervously watched Emily draw out a strip of broad medical tape. The nurse advanced to her face, saying, "Close your mouth." The tape was pressed tightly over her mouth and sealed to her cheeks. Connie's muffled complaint was all Emily heard.

Emily went to the business end of the table and pulled Connie's body lower, drawing the girl's knees up, widening the spread. She reached under the table, tripped a latch, and the end dropped away, leaving Connie's ass at the edge. The woman stood back to survey her work, and said, "There, now you're ready. My, but you are a pretty thing." Her hand went to Connie's crotch. Two fingers entered the distressed teen, causing the girl to panic and go stiff all over.

Emily smiled and said, "A virgin, great. Richard likes virgins. Okay, Miss Andrews. I am going to wheel you into Mr. Wright's office. You won't be coming out a virgin, I can promise you that. If you take my advice, you'll relax and try to enjoy this experience. Whether you relax or struggle will make no difference, you'll be just as screwed. Accept your fate. You've been chosen."

Connie's mind reeled under the outrageous message. Panic went through her as Emily opened a side door into the inner office area. Connie heard Emily say, "All clear?" Another female voice replied, "Yeah, bring her out. Richard's ready." The table began moving, bumping the door frame as it passed through. Connie's head whipped from side to side, her eyes wide and frightened. Margie and Stephanie were looking at her. Pam came out from Richard's office and took the table from Emily, saying, "I'll take that. Thanks, Emily. She looks great, doesn't she?"

"She's beautiful. Sometimes I envy Richard. Enjoy."

Pam's face appeared over Connie. Pam stroked her forehead, saying, "I'm sorry, Connie. I tried to prevent this, but once Richard picks a girl and sets his mind, there's nothing I can do. Please, don't fight. Try to relax. I'll be with you the whole time. Don't worry. He won't hurt you."

Connie did struggle and strain. Her muffled words of protests were expected. Pam opened the door and pulled the table along and inside. Once inside, she closed and locked the door. Connie looked around frantically and spotted Mr. Wright as he stood from behind his desk. When he stood, she saw that he had no pants on and sported a growing erection, the first real cock she'd ever seen. He came up on her right side, stroking that cock in her face. Her eyes, wide and pleading, examined the thick and growing organ intended for her young vagina.

Richard looked her over and smiled. His hands roamed her body at will, teasing the sensitive flesh. She also felt delicate female hands in her crotch. The female hands were applying a creamy lotion and working the tight vaginal ring of tissue. Pam's soothing voice calmed her a bit. She said, "Sweetheart, I am just putting some special cream in you and stretching you a little. It will make the penetration easier. This feels good, doesn't it?"

When Connie stopped to focus on the sensations in her crotch, she had to admit, it did feel good. The sensation relaxed her. Pam stepped up her massage, going deeper and using another finger inside. She also used her free hand to massage Connie's clit. This really got the girl's attention. The feeling was reminiscent of the previous evening when her mother sucked her pussy. The deliciously wicked sensation brought those exciting memories into sharp focus. She closed her eyes and tried to picture her mother's face framed by her inner thighs. The image was a pleasant one to go with the pleasant sensation. Her nerves calmed. Her mind clicked into sensual mode. She opened her eyes and looked for the cock.

She found the cock rubbing against her right nipple, the bulbous head sliding in a glistening smear of precum as the weeping eye ran over the turgid nipple. Richard caught her staring at his dick and brought the head to her face, saying, "You like my cock, huh? Ain't he a beauty?"

Richard rubbed the rubbery, silky-smooth head of his cock over Connie's cheeks, chin, nose, and eye lids. Connie watched the cock closely, admiring its soft feel and exciting musky scent. She decided a real cock was much nicer than the cold, lifeless handle of her hair brush. Her pussy ached and swelled with need. The cock looked to be just the thing her pussy wanted. All anxiety left her, and if they had removed the tape she would have begged him to stick his cock in her pussy. She would have begged for a fuck.

Richard smiled, seemingly able to read her mind. He got between her legs. Pam came up along her left side. She stroked Connie's head while peering between her legs. She looked to Connie while placing a hand under the girl's head, saying, "Here, I'll bet you'd like to see this, too."

Her head came up until her chin rested on her chest. She could see the cock poised at her opening. Richard stroked the instrument through her well-lubricated cunt lips before centering on the hole and pushing gently. The head pried the hole open as it passed through the relaxed ring of muscle tissue. He moaned, and Connie swooned into her gag. He pushed in by fractions of an inch until encountering the membrane barrier. He paused.

Pam said, "Okay, dear. Here we go. There will be one sharp pain, but that goes away quickly, then pure pleasure. Are you ready?" Connie nodded. Richard lunged.

The pain hit her and made her stiffen and groan, but the sharpness immediately dissipated, leaving her wonderfully stretched and filled with a warm presence where that presence was needed, deep in her cunt. After a moment, the cock began moving, sending new sensations, sensations that made her eyes cross and her head swing from side to side. Pam said, "Nice, huh?"

Connie nodded. Pam reached for the tape, saying, "Here, let me get this off. I don't know why Emily did this. I told her you were a good girl and wouldn't give Richard a difficult time." The tape peeled away. Connie stretched her mouth and jaw. "There, that's better, isn't it?"

"Yes, thanks, Pam." Richard was fucking her with long, easy, deep strokes that had Connie moaning with pleasure.

Pam said, "You like fucking, I see."

"It feels good, now. I never knew it would feel this good."

"Let's give some credit to Richard. He is one of the best rapists there is."

"This is rape?"

"You wouldn't do this of your own free will, would you?"

"No, I suppose not."

Richard stepped up his efforts and had Connie moaning in delirium. Pam massaged and tweaked Connie's nipples, bending occasionally to nip and suck one, then the other. Connie came while Pam was sucking a nipple. She came again when Pam rubbed her clit. She came a third time when Pam reached under her and inserted a finger up her ass. She came a fourth time when Richard emptied his balls deep in her womb. The hot jets of baby-making fluid filled her with sensual warmth. Her whole body went limp.

Right after Richard pulled out, Pam wheeled her exhausted body back to the aid room. Connie barely remembered the trip, though she was wheeled through a dozen smiling faces. She remained limp while Pam and Emily swabbed her twat and cleaned her loins. The warm douche felt wonderful, and the warm, soapy enema was a delightful first for her. After the enema, they shaved her pussy, then used a vibrator to induce several orgasms. Afterward, she wanted to sleep. Instead, she was released. Pam aided her in getting down, then guided her to a chair beside Emily's desk. Pam sat behind the desk, and smiled.

"Well, it's all over. You're a woman, now. How do you feel?"

"Okay, I guess. Pam, how can they do this? He raped me."

"Rape is an ugly word, Pam. You enjoyed it, right?"

"That doesn't matter. I was forced. I'm under age. Everybody involved could go to jail; don't you guys realize that."

"Connie, hold your voice down. Look, nobody is going to jail. It's your word against dozens of witnesses that saw you having sex with a fellow student. At least, that's what everyone will swear, including me. I have to, Connie. It's done, accept it, and forget it. From now on, you'll submit voluntarily."

"No I won't."

"Connie. Listen to me. You've been selected. It's done, final. You are now one of Richard's whores."

"I am no such thing. I'll never be a whore, especially not here, in school. I know about his whores. They're a laughing stock."

"Well, get used to it; you're one now. Don't make my job difficult, Connie. It's my job to manage the whores. You are now my responsibility. If you cause trouble, I get in trouble. If you cause me to get in trouble, I'll cut your mother off. She loves my pussy, Connie. You saw for yourself. If I don't let her suck my pussy, she'll be real pissed at you."

Connie hung her head and moaned, "I can't believe this shit is happening to me. Mom would never go along with this. I know she wouldn't, not even for your... your."

"Cunt, pussy, twat... vagina if you prefer."

"Yes, not even for that."

"Well, I think you're wrong, but if she has a problem, she'll have to march down here and take it up with the school administration. She might be able to get you off, but I doubt it. Right now, though, we have business to conduct. First off, you need to sign this confession."

Pam shoved a one-page typed confession in front of Connie. While Connie read it, Pam said, "It just says that you were caught having sex with another student on school property during school hours, that you were inseminated, and that you've been disciplined and are on probation. It's just a formality to keep the whores in line. Sign it, there."

"I'm not signing this. It's a lie."

"Sign it, Connie. You have to sign it, or you'll be publicly stripped and beaten. Do you want that?"

Connie grabbed the pen and roughly signed her name. Pam smiled and said, "Good, now the rules. Your wardrobe must change. Your skirts can not go three inches below your vagina. The easy way to test that is to wedge a playing card in your cunt lips, the short way. Stand straight and see if the card is visible below your hem. If it is, shorten the hem."

"Oh, God. That's disgusting."

"You may never wear anything under your skirts. Your pussy must always be accessible and kept clean shaven. You may not wear a bra or any under garment, and your nipples must be visible through any top covering."

"No way!"

"Let me finish. Blouses that button must show cleavage to below the base of the breasts, and your midriff must be bare. You will also wear three-inch heels. I will take you home after this so that you can get suitably dressed."

"Good, Mom will put an end to this madness in a hurry. Can we go, now?"

"Wait... about your duties. As a whore, your primary function is to serve as a sexual plaything for Richard Wright and anyone he designates. You must be available and ready to perform in any manner requested, day or night, in school or out. You may refuse no request or deny a client any act, regardless of how revolting or disgusting you may find it. I suggest you begin working out your anus, because your cute ass will be a popular place with many of your clients. You have a lovely, tight ass, Connie."

"Gee, thanks, Pam. You would know."

"Connie, I'm just doing my job. Don't take it out on me. Your mother gave you your good looks and sexy figure. Blame her. That's what got you in this mess. You're just too damned desirable for your own good."

Pam's sincere flattering words made Connie blush. She softened and said, "Thanks, Pam. You're right. It isn't your fault. It would be worse if you weren't here. I should be thankful."

"That's right. I can make your life much easier by steering the bad ones clear. I'll set you up with only the best."

"Pam, I'm not going to be a whore. There's no way. Forget it. Mom won't stand for that, I guarantee it. We'll move from here first."

"Well, we'll see, but I have to proceed as if you are one of my charges. As far as I am concerned, you are a whore right now. I hope you can get out of it. I really do, but you do understand my position, don't you?"

"Yes, let's just get home as quickly as possible, okay. I want this settled right away."

"All right, but I can't take you home naked, and you can't wear illegal attire. We'll have to make alterations on your old clothes. That should be easy, we'll just trim the hem of your skirt and you can tie the blouse under your tits without buttoning it. I'll put your undergarments in my purse."

"Pam is this really necessary? Someone might see me."

"Connie, you'd better get used to it. You are not getting off. Come."

Minutes later, Connie stood wearing the ridiculously brief attire. She looked and felt nastier than if she were naked. Emily and Pam stood back to survey their work and smiled. Emily said, "You look adorable, dear. Sweet, and very fuckable. Turn in place."

Connie made a face, but turned about as requested. Pam said, "Beautiful, simply beautiful. That will pass."

The bell rang, signaling class change. Pam took Connie's elbow as to lead her into the hallway. Connie shrank back in panic, saying, "No, not now. The halls are full of kids. Everyone will see me."

"Oh, don't be so shy and silly. They should see you. You should proudly show your body. Your body is merchandise, now. Get used to it. Come." Pam pulled the struggling girl into the busy hall. Once in the crowd, Connie hugged close to Pam and shuffled along. Everyone stopped to gawk and snicker. Some boys looked under her skirt or pinched her tits and ass in passing. Connie was beet red and near panic, fighting off the rude hands that assaulted her modesty. Pam took the long way to the exit, stopping off at the office to sign out, then going to deliver papers to a teacher. She managed to drag out the departure until the halls were once again empty. As they made for the exit, Pam said, "My, but you were a big hit. The kids loved you."

"I want to crawl in a hole and die, Pam. Everybody I know saw me. They all think I'm a whore, now."

"You are a whore, Pam. Get used to it and live a little. Whores have the most fun in this school. You'll see."

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When Theresa got the call from Pam that the rape was going down, she went to get Becky out of school. On the drive back to the apartment, she told Becky that Connie had been raped but was fine. She said they want her to be a whore for the administration. Becky was not upset by the news but fired off a steady stream of questions. Theresa's carefully-phrased, well-rehearsed answers had Becky thinking that turning Connie into a whore was exciting. Theresa was pleased with Becky's attitude, but after their encounter the previous evening, she wasn't too surprised.

Once home, Theresa wanted Becky to get dolled up, explaining, "We need to impress the men that are controlling Connie. We want to influence them to let her go so she won't have to be a school whore."

"I'm not sure I want to. I kinda like having a whore for a sister. Will I ever get to see a man fuck her?"

"I'm sure you will, dear, if she has to be a whore. The men will be able to come to our apartment to fuck her."

"Make her use our room, and tell her she can't kick me out of my own room."

"Well, if we fail, I'll do that. So, you really want to see your sister getting fucked, huh?"

"Yeah, especially by a grownup man with a big peter."

"You may get your wish in a few hours. They just might fuck her in front of us, just to show us they can get away with it."

"That'll be neat."

"You're a little vamp, you are. To be honest with you, Becky, I don't think we'll be successful, but we must try. Connie must see us trying to win her freedom. You understand that, don't you."

"Yeah, but I hope we fail, don't you, Mom? You like seeing naked men, too, don't you?"

"I love seeing naked men, yes. Just between you and me, I think your sister will make an excellent whore, and she'd be fun to watch in action."

Becky giggled and said, "I'll bet you're hoping you'll get to lick her pussy some more, maybe while a man is fucking it, huh?"

Theresa smiled devilishly and ruffled Becky's hair, saying, "I love your dirty little mind, Becky. I wish Connie was like you. Yes, I would love to do that. Who knows, I might get to lick yours while a man is fucking it."

"Do you think it might happen? I think it would hurt."

"Honestly, I hope not. You're still too young, but when you're ready, I'll be there."

"I'll let you, too. I love getting my pussy licked by you. I think I'll love fucking, too."

"Well, we'll see. When we get there, you just be super friendly and cooperative. Don't be shy. I don't want you to wear panties, okay?"

"Sure. That will be neat. I like not wearing panties."

"Well, be sure the men know you don't have any on. Let them see your pussy, okay?"

"Sure. What about you?"

"I plan to fuck somebody, so you'll probably see me in action, at least."

"Oh, that would be super neat. I can't wait."

The door to the apartment opened just then. Theresa and Becky left the bathroom and met Connie and Pam in the living room. Connie threw herself into her Mom's arms and burst out crying. Theresa comforted her, holding her to her bosom while exchanging smiles and winks with Pam. Connie sobbed, "Mom, I was raped by Mr. Wright. They made me wear this all over school. They say I have to be a school whore. I can't, Mom. You have to stop them. Call the police."

Pam said, "I wouldn't advise that, Theresa. You'll just end up in jail, and Connie will still have to serve as their whore. I'm just telling you what happens in these cases."

"What can we do, then?"

"Plead, beg, cry, appeal to their sympathy. That might work, but I doubt it. They want Connie badly, and I'm afraid they have her. I made an appointment for you at two. My advice is that you go there, all dressed up and looking sexy, all three of you. Be nice. Give them whatever they want; then afterward, beg."

"When you say, be nice, what exactly do you mean?"

"Come, now, Theresa. I know you haven't been with a man in ages, but you know how to be nice to a man as well as I do. You know what they want."

"Are you suggesting I have sex with them to win Connie's release?"

"No, I am telling you to fuck them, suck them, offer your daughters to them, get down on your hands and knees and fuck a dog for them if that's what they want, but give them anything they want. If you do that, they might, just might, let her off. Look at her, though. She's just too damned fuckable in my opinion. If I were a man, I wouldn't let her loose, not for anything."

"Well, we must try, whatever the cost." Theresa stood back to talk to both girls saying, "You heard Pam. We have to be nice to these men. It's our only hope."

"Mom, what if it fails? I can't be a whore, I just can't."

"Honey, I see no way out. If we fail, they have you. We'll just have to live with it, and you'll just have to make the adjustment. Honey, in all honesty, you do look lovely dressed like that. You look very sexy."

"Mom, please, not now. The last thing I want to think about is how lovely and sexy I look. I hope you don't expect me to put out to these perverts when we go there. I can't."

"Honey, you must. You will anyway, if that's what they want. I don't want to have to see you getting raped, and especially not in front of little Becky."

"Are you kidding? That brat would love to see me get raped."

Becky shot back, "Yeah, well you're going to get fucked whether you like it or not, and I get to watch, so there."

"Becky, don't torment Connie now. Connie, resolve yourself to cooperating with these men. You are no longer a virgin. It's just another fuck, that's all. Try to enjoy it. Don't make this any more difficult than it is. You think sexy thoughts going into that room, and try to act like you like what they do. I'm going to do the same thing, and so will Becky. Pam, will you be there?"

"Sure. I wouldn't miss this for the world. I'll be honest, watching Connie take a big cock in her precious little pussy is a rare treat. I'm happy to have her as one of my whores. I should let my husband have a crack at her. You know, if this fails, and it will, I think I'll drop by with Phil this evening. You can all watch." Pam came up to Connie and chucked her chin, adding, "You'll like fucking Phil. He has a tiny pecker, but he fucks like a rabbit."

Connie shrugged loose and fired back, "I'm not going to be a whore, Pam. No way, never. You'll have to rape me every time, and Mom won't let you, will you, Mom?"

"Honey, if this fails, I'm afraid I would have to go along with Pam. If we fail, you will be a whore. The best thing I could do for you would be to try and help you adjust. I'm afraid I'd help hold you down if Pam brings Phil or any other man over."

Becky added, "Yeah, and I'll help, too."

Connie collapsed on the sofa with her face in her hands, sobbing. Becky came over and lifted Connie's skirt. She squeezed in between Connie's knees forcing them out and said, "Look at her pussy, Mom. It's all swollen and red from her fucking. It looks neat, huh?"

Connie was beyond caring and offered no resistance. She allowed her sister to push her upper body back to rest against the sofa back, letting her knees fall out limply and letting Becky fold what was left of her skirt back. Pam and Theresa came forward and stared at the distraught girl's inflamed pussy. The two woman were amused by the way Connie permitted her sister to obscenely expose her; and further, she allowed the young girl to toy and pry at her cunt lips and clit.

Becky was also surprised at her sister's passivity. To test that passivity, she placed each of Connie's feet on the cushion edges, then went to untie the knot of her blouse, laying the flaps open to bare her sister's tits. Connie had stopped her sobbing and watched along with the women as Becky resumed playing with her pussy, saying, "She sure looks like a whore, now, huh, Mom?"

Pam and Theresa exchanged smiles, and Theresa said, "Yes, she does."

"Look, Mom, I can get four fingers in her. He must have put a big cock in her pussy."

Pam said, "He's not huge, by any means, but he does have a respectable hunk of meat between his legs. It sure looked good sawing in and out of Connie's tight snatch."

Becky said, "You know, Mom, even if we get her off this whore thing, you should at least let Phil fuck her. You owe Pam that much; after all, she lets you suck on her pussy."

Pam smiled. Theresa said, "You are absolutely right, dear. I do owe her for letting me do that. I suppose it's the least I can do. Pam, from now on, as long as you allow me to eat your pussy, you can share Connie's cunt with your husband."

Connie said, "Don't I have a say so?"

"No, dear, not while you're living under my roof. Consider it rent. You may not end up whoring at school, but you'll whore for me if that's my wish."

"Then I'll end up being a whore regardless."

"I suppose you will."

"Then why are we even going down there? Why don't you just call and thank Richard Wright for turning me into a whore. That's what you want, isn't it? You like the idea, don't you?"

"No, I don't like the idea, but seeing how much you enjoy playing the martyred whore, lying there spread out like a fucking lab frog, letting your sister amuse herself with your cunt in front of me and Pam, pretending you don't look forward to a life of fucking and sucking with dozens of different partners with your school and your mother's blessing, I'm starting to like it a lot."

During this exchange, Becky managed to work her hand inside her sister's cunt clear to the wrist. She balled her fist inside and began moving her arm like a fucking cock. She looked up from her task and said, "Don't listen to her, Mom. She can't wait to start fucking a bunch of men. Look how easy it was to get my whole hand inside, and see how wet her cunt is just thinking about it. Her pussy needs lots of big cocks."

Despite herself, Connie responded to the lewd words of both her mother and her sister. Furthermore, her sister's hand felt fantastic, almost as good as a real cock. Her pelvis began a slow rocking and she widened her spread, lifting slightly to facilitate the screwing her sister was giving her. With her orgasm building fast, she knew she was lost and that they knew her secret longings. The rape, the scene in the nurse's office, the rules, and the walk through the school were the most exciting things that ever happened in her life or her imagination. Parading her body around school was especially exciting, and she secretly prayed they'd fail.

Though it appeared her secret was out, and she was exposed, body and soul, Connie was not about to openly admit her desires. If her body wanted to betray her, so be it, but she could not stop Becky for all the beans in Beantown. Connie's face was a mask of abandoned passion as she screwed back on the invading arm. Becky's taunting words thrilled her further when she said, "We should go down there, but I don't think we should even ask to get her off. Connie would be so disappointed if we won."

Connie telegraphed her agreement with pelvic humps on the arm. This inspired Theresa to say, "You know, Becky, I think you're right. I think I may simply let things go." Theresa watched Connie's reaction to each statement carefully. Each one brought on a reflexive hump from the aroused teen. She went on, "I may just offer my support and assure them that I will cooperate with them in the fullest."

At this, Connie lifted her ass and gyrated her impaled loins on her sister's arm, inspiring Theresa to add, "I suppose I could offer the use of the apartment so that they can feel free to stop by here and use her when they wish."

Connie was going for her climax, but Becky pinched her hard on the clit to bring her back down. It worked, but did not cool her passions in the least. She still fucked herself on the arm. Theresa turned to Pam and said, "Pam, I've made up my mind. There will be no begging at that meeting. I won't even ask them to free her. In fact, I am going to thank them for accepting her as a whore and offer them my full support. The girl is a natural whore with a cunt made for fucking. It would be a crime to deny men the use of her pussy, and I'm sure she can learn to please women as well."

Connie went berserk, even the pinching of her clit could not stay her explosive climax. She came loudly and long, then slumped back to the sofa. Pam said, "I think you made the right decision. As for her learning to please women, there's no time like the present. Would you like the honor, or shall I initiate her?"

"Please, be my guest."

Connie watched Pam undress while trying to catch her breath. Excitement welled up in her despite her recent climax. Becky pulled her hand out with a sucking plop, leaving her empty and still in need. At the first sight of Pam's familiar cunt, Connie felt like licking her lips. She remained passive, however, even as that pussy advanced on her.

Pam climbed on the sofa and stood straddling Connie's hips. She squatted to bring her cunt to Connie's mouth level, then said, "Lick my cunt, Connie. Lick it good like your mother does."

Connie only had to move her head forward by three inches to make contact. Her first taste of pussy came with a lick at the clit. The taste wasn't unpleasant, so she took a longer lick, then a long lick up the slit, ending with a clitty suck. Theresa and Becky came to either side to watch from close-up as Connie's mouth and tongue serviced the lusty neighbor. Pam patted the sucking head and said, "Yes, Theresa, this little girl will make us a fine little whore." Connie pressed her face in tightly to the woman's cunt and rubbed her face in it. "I think she agrees with me. You do, don't you, Connie."

Connie broke the intimate contact to say, "Yes, I'll be a good whore, Pam. I promise."

Theresa got down between Connie's legs and attacked her daughter's pussy with her mouth. Connie ground her horny cunt into the mouth and moaned her pleasure. Connie and Pam came almost together.

Just before two, during another class change, Pam, Theresa, Becky, and Connie made the walk to Hal's office through a crowded hall. The kids made way for them, gawking at the way Connie was dressed, or more accurately, not dressed. Theresa had cut another strip off her skirt, making the hem so short that Connie's naked cunt lips peeked out from the bottom. Her mother also selected another blouse that was practically transparent. She wore a pair of Theresa's four-inch heels which put an exaggerated sway in her step. The kids and teachers they passed were in awe.

They entered the office and discovered a packed crowd. There was Hal, of course, and Richard. In addition, there was Jim Groves, Dick Spivy, Ben, and the office staff, making a total of ten. They brought the total to fourteen. Three chairs were set before Hal's desk. Theresa, Connie, and Becky sat in those chairs. Richard Wright stood beside Hal's desk. The others lined the walls with four sitting on the sofa. Hal smiled as he looked over the three female victims.

The others moved to get a look at Connie's pussy which was out in the open. The men eyed the nervous girl's pussy unabashedly and hungrily. Theresa was nervous but excited. Connie was just plain nervous, like a lamb in a lion's den. Becky was excited and sat shooting her beaver while smiling at everyone. Hal said, "So, Mrs. Andrews. What brings you here?"

Theresa gulped, cleared her throat, and said, "Well, my daughter tells me she was raped in Richard Wright's office by Richard Wright. She further stated that she was required to serve as his whore."

"And you disapprove?"

"I didn't say that." Smiles broke out among the spectators.

"Do you approve or not?"

"I don't know, I was hoping to get an explanation."

"The explanation is simple. We need a new whore for our stable. We chose Connie. Pam, read the rules to Miss Andrews."

Pam took up the sheet of rules and read the outrageous requirements. When she finished, Hal said, "Do you have any questions?"

"No, it's all spelled out. So, how do we seal this? Do I sign something, or do I need to prove my willingness to go along?"

"That seems reasonable, but first, why don't we get to know each other better, get comfortable, relax a bit. Why don't you begin by removing your and your daughters' clothes. I'm sure that will relax the rest of us, anyway, and you'll be more comfortable. Go ahead, start with Connie."

Theresa looked around the room then took Connie's hand and drew her to her feet before her. Stripping her was easy. She was nude in seconds. She then turned to Becky. Becky jumped up and raised her hands. Theresa drew her dress overhead, leaving her naked. Theresa stood and stripped, then sat stiffly. Hal said, "There, that's better. Now the rest of you can remove your clothes. Everyone strip down."

The three Andrews girls watched the bodies around them become unveiled. Theresa made a quick survey of cocks and settled on Richard Wright's as the most desirable. She also studied the females and liked Stephanie's trim bush and big, firm tits. Pam was the best, but her beauty was familiar. There were so many new things to look at. Becky was an avid looker as well. Hal had her attention as he came around to the front of the desk and stood before her with his erection bobbing in her face. Becky smiled up at him, then studied his cock.

Richard came over and stood before Connie, pressing his cock to her lips. Connie took him in her mouth and sucked. Hal said, "A fondness for cock seems to run in your family, Theresa."

"Yes, it would seem so."

Hal inched forward until his cock touched Becky's lips. Becky took his shaft in hand and sucked on the head. Theresa felt ridiculous sitting between her two daughters as they sucked on two big cocks. Wanting to make a good impression, she reached out with both hands and stroked the cocks while the girls sucked. This brought smiles on every face. Hal said, "This is a pleasant surprise, Theresa. Most mothers prove difficult at first. I can see you won't be a problem."

"I don't want to be a problem. I want to work with you. I'm honored you selected my daughter. I think she'll make you a fine whore."

"I'm sure she will. We've started a list, and it is already quite sizable. She'll be kept quite busy."

"My apartment is available."

"Yes, that's understood, but she'll need help. She may need help with the overflow, so to speak."

"I can help, as can Becky."

"Good, then we have a good understanding. Let's get this show on the road. Theresa, get up on my desk on your back."

Theresa did so. Hal laid Becky over her on her back so that their pussies were one over the other. He spread their legs wide and scooted Theresa's ass to the edge. Richard had Connie climb over the two in reverse on her hands and knees with her crotch directly over her mother's face. He then entered Connie from the rear while Theresa watched the exciting penetration. Seconds later, a cock entered her pussy. It pumped a few strokes and withdrew. She felt Becky being jostled as the cock tried to enter her tiny cunt. Becky moaned. Theresa could feel the pressure being transmitted through Becky's body to hers. Since she didn't cry out, Theresa said nothing. She soon felt short strokes as the cock fucked her little girl.

Theresa's passions grew steadily. Occasionally, the man drew his cock from Becky's tight cunt and slipped it into hers. These were most exciting moments, but when the cock drew out, she could feel it screwing Becky and that excited her more. She used her hands to blindly feel the point of entry, allowing the moving cock to pass through her grasping fingers into Becky. Overhead, she had the delicious vision of Connie's cunt taking a stiff cock with ease. Theresa licked at the juncture of their genitals while faces peered in from every angle.

The men took turns fucking the trio. Theresa lost track of the count. Her face was covered in the fuck that ran out of Connie's cunt, and her own pussy was sopping from the cum that ran out of Becky. Her ass was in a puddle of semen, and she could not have been happier. When the men were drained several times over, it was the women they serviced. The three disengaged, got off the desk, and went to the cunt that selected them.

For the grand finale, Hal sat in his big leather chair and brought Becky onto his lap, laying her back to his chest with her legs outside his. His cock stuck up from between her legs and Theresa was invited to kneel and suck.

Theresa eagerly set to work as everyone gathered around to watch. She sucked, licked, and fondled Hal's cock, making passes clear up to Becky's slit, which was high on his belly. She frequently pressed his cock down to run it through her daughter's little slit, then sucked the two together. After this long preparation, she got the head in the little cunt hole and pulled her daughter down until five inches were inside and her cunt lips were tightly stretched around the shaft. She rocked Becky's body to provide the fucking motion while servicing both with her tongue.

When Hal came, Theresa was there to lick up the white cream that oozed from her daughter's slit. As he softened and fell out, she devoured his slime-coated cock. She then ate Becky's messy twat. Richard and Connie replaced Hal and Becky. Theresa performed the same service for them while taking Jim Groves' dick in her ass. Connie officially became a whore that day; but then again, so did her mother and sister.



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Ravish Me


The rape gang went to the downtown pool hall and hung out until dark. They then went to a popular carhop for burgers at eight p.m. The place had a sit-down section in a glass enclosure with six large booths split between two walls. Most customers were served in their cars that lined both sides of a covered runway where waitresses on roller-skates shuttled orders, going through the glass enclosure on the way to and from the kitchen. Guys often sat inside to watch the carhop bunnies run their gauntlet. Tommy, Jake, Bubba, and Cory were always a handful when they came individually. Seeing them all sitting together had the girls swinging wide to pass by their booth. The excited boys were too busy hashing out plans for their late night assault on the Greyson mansion and its occupants. The beauty queen, Cindy Greyson, was on their minds.

A curious scene unfolded in a booth across from their own. Two freshmen, Karen and Brad, a couple they all recognized as two young lovers joined at the hip. They'd never seen one without the other. They sat across from an attractive middle-aged woman. The two females were exchanging loud words. Tommy said, "Who's the good looking bitch with Karen and Brad?"

Jake said, "I think that's Karen's old lady. Brad's brother is on the football team. He says his kid brother has to go on dates with his girl's mother. What a pisser that would be. You know that kid ain't gettin' no pussy."

Cory said, "Yeah, and little hot pants Karen don't look too happy about it, either. Man, I'll bet that little bitch is tight. You gotta know she's cherry. I sat next to them at a ball game once. That girl has the softest, creamiest, smoothest..."

Blade said, "Yeah, yeah, we get the point. The kid's got soft skin, right?"

"You ain't said shit. Did you ever feel a baby's butt after it was powdered. That's what her thigh felt like. She knew I was copping a feel with my leg. It was Brad that got her to move away. She wanted me."

Bubba said, "She didn't want your pale needle dick. I got the cure for what's ailing her. She needs a ride on the black python."

"Fuck you, Bubba. I got over seven inches, all muscle. You ever see a seven-inch needle?"

Tommy studied the attractive mother. She looked to be in her mid-thirties. There was something about a long-haired woman in a short dress and heels that always set him off. Certain women seemed to give off a radiation that he could detect. They radiated sexual need and hunger, sexual dynamos that had been put on a shelf in their prime. Karen's mother glowed with that radiation, despite the conservative, parental demeanor she projected. Thinking aloud, he said, "You know, maybe we ought to go help Brad out. We could loosen those girls up for him. We could show those two how mothers and daughters should get along."

Cory said, "Yeah, we could show them how to get in a sixty-nine and suck each other's cunts."

Bubba said, "We are the rape gang. We should practice before our first job."

Blade said, "Okay, here's the deal. I'll make the move on Mommy. You leave her to me. You guys will handle Karen and Brad. Jake, since Brad knows you, and you're the biggest, you sit beside Karen. You and Bubba slide in on their side and shove Brad up against the window, not hard, just not enough that he can't get up. Cory, you slide in after me on Mommy's side. Let's not get carried away in here. No rough stuff. We'll go for a ride in my Chevy out to the lake. That's where we'll get carried away. I'll be up front with Brad and Mommy. You guys can have a fucking ball entertaining little Karen in the back seat. All right, let's go visiting."

The four boys stood and crossed over to the booth. All conversation ceased as the group converged on the table. Tommy slid in close to the mother, uncomfortably close for her. Jake and Bubba squeezed in on the other side, pushing Karen and Brad together. Karen's mother nervously said, "Introduce me to your friends, Karen."

"They're not my friends, Mother. None of my friends have tattoos."

Tommy rested his right arm over the woman's shoulder, then offered his left hand for her to shake, saying, "Here, allow me. We go to school with Karen and Brad, and we'd like to be their friends. I'm Tommy Bladak. My friends call me Blade. That, there, is Jake, Bubba, and this guy beside me is Cory." Jake held her left hand after the shake, then looked down at the wedding ring and made a pained expression, saying, "And you must be a Mrs. Somebody, I see. God, I hate to see one of those things on a foxy babe like you."

She blushed, but absorbed the complement like a dry sponge. Her initial trepidation eased. She smiled uncomfortably, then said, "Yes, I'm afraid I am. I'm Karen's mother. You can call me Brenda."

Blade tickled her palm with his fuck finger while saying, "I'll call you Brenda; but the question is, can I call you when Mr. Karen's father isn't home?" His right arm rested warmly on her shoulder as he drew her closer.

Her face was a deep blush. She said, "I don't think he would like that."

"Then we'd better not tell him."

"I've seen you around. You hang out in front of the pool hall downtown. I drive by there a great deal. I teach dance classes at the YWCA."

Blade took her hand and placed it on his erection. The hand did not pull away, nor did it squeeze and explore. Her hand rested on the hardest, hottest, longest lump Brenda ever felt through jeans. Blade took a long look at her flat tummy in the form-fitting dress, then removed his hand from over hers and rubbed her belly saying, "I'll bet you teach belly dancing, don't you?"

Brenda looked to Karen as Blade's hand made circles on her belly. Karen was too busy trying to squeeze more space for herself to notice their provocative exchanges. Brenda's hand remained in his lap, and his kept rubbing her belly, making bigger circles. She gently squeezed. As his hand passed dangerously close to her crotch, she squeezed hard. When his hand bumped the underside of one breast, she squeezed harder just as Karen cried out, "Get your hand off my leg."

Karen's eyes focused on the action going on across from her, catching the sight of Blade's hand lifting the underside of her mother's right breast. Brenda watched her daughter's eyes follow the path of her left arm as it disappeared beneath the table, aimed right at Blade's crotch. Karen's eyes returned to lock on Brenda's as if to say, "Mom, why are you letting him do that?" She did say, "Mom, I think we'd better be going, now."

Brenda bit her lip, reluctant to turn loose of the most exciting cock she'd ever felt, or move now that his hand passes included a trip over her engorged clit. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Well, if you can get out, do so. I can't."

Blade said, "Relax, Karen. Me and your Mom want to get better acquainted. What's wrong with a guy touching your leg? You're not into girls, are you?"

In a panicked voice trying to convey urgency, Karen said, "Mom, let's get out of here, now!" She turned sharply on Jake, saying, "Stop feeling my leg, I mean it!" It was apparent that Jake paid no attention to her protests or prying fingers. After a few minutes of plaintive resistance, Karen sat back stiffly with her arms folded, eyes shut, clenching her jaw. Blade distracted Brenda, saying, "So what is a beautiful woman like you doing playing spoiler on a date with two horny kids."

"Believe me, it's not my idea. Her father insists she be chaperoned until she's sixteen. That's what we were arguing about. She blames me."

"It sounds like you are married to a tyrant. Doesn't he remember what it was like to be fourteen with a bad case of blue balls. Look at poor Brad, there. The kid is blue to the gills."

Brenda studied Brad as the youngster's eyes wandered from her to Karen and back. He did look a bit blue, as usual. When he looked into Karen's crotch, Brenda said, "I don't think my husband ever had them; at least, he didn't with me. He saw to that, and I was Karen's age when we started dating. He's not a tyrant, but he is a hypocrite. He can't bear the thought that his little girl is becoming a woman."

Brenda and Blade looked over to Karen when Cory leaned over the table to peer into her lap with the others. Jake had Karen's eyes wide open as his hand worked in her crotch. He said, while looking to her crotch, "She's a woman all right, a virgin, too."

Brenda whispered, "I shouldn't be permitting this, you know?"

"Relax, no one's getting hurt. Look at her face. The kid is enjoying herself. The poor girl is horny; that's why she is so uptight with you."

Cory addressed Brad, forcing him to look up sheepishly from his girl friend's crotch, "Hey, kid, when was the last time you got any pussy?"

Blade took his hand off of Brenda's tummy long enough to slug Cory, admonishing, "Hey, you don't say pussy in front of a lady."

Cory, nonplused, said, "Hey, kid, when was the last time you got any vagina?"

Brenda fought back the laugh but couldn't contain the smile. Brad wouldn't, or couldn't, answer. All he could do was blush. Brenda saw that whatever Jake was doing in Karen's lap had her daughter's undivided attention. She seemed oblivious to everything around her. Brad was absorbed with whatever was going on in Karen's lap, as well. Blade said, "Yeah, that kid has a bad case of blue balls. I feel for the pussy that gets him. She'll have sperm squirting out of her ears."

Brenda smiled and said, "I guess that lady got up and left."

Blade nuzzled her neck and said, "Yeah, there's no lady here. That perfume you're wearing, it's driving me wild. I know that scent. It's from the Ravish Me line of perfumes. Let me see." He nuzzled and sniffed her neck while Brenda raised her chin. "Ah, yes, I can narrow it to two: Ravish Me Here, or else it's Ravish Me In Your Car."

Brenda smiled, then whispered in his ear, "It is a Ravish Me perfume, but it's neither of those two. I'm wearing Ravish Me In a Motel After I Drop The Kids Off. I'll pay for the room."

"No, it's not that. It is definitely one or the other. I know my Ravish Me perfumes, and you reek of one of those two, Brenda." To punctuate his thinly veiled ultimatum, Blade got his hand under her dress, worked fingers in under the panty crotch, and massaged her naked, steamy pussy. Brenda yielded to his intimate touch, her knees widened as far as the limited space allowed. As she felt his fingers invade her moist vagina, she slumped noticeably. His fingers stirred her passions and her juices. With fingers shaking, she fumbled with the heavy metal buttons of his jeans. After Blade assisted, she held his nine-inch, beautifully-formed cock in her hand.

While fisting the cock, Brenda studied her daughter's expressions. The manly hand in Karen's lap beat a steady rhythm against her lower abdomen, indicating to the excited mother that she had already failed in her chaperon duty. She imagined the shorts being unsnapped and unzipped, with his hand, inside, under the panties.

Karen wasn't the least bit interested in what was going on across the table. Her eyes were riveted to her own lap, along with the eyes of her date. Both were fascinated with what was going on between her legs. Karen slumped in her seat as well. Mother and daughter touched knees, answering Brenda's big question. Brenda's left knee did not feel bare skin as she expected; her knee felt shorts. Further inquires made by her knee revealed the parted fly; and within, the distinctive contrast of panty material, wet panty material.

Fired to new levels of passion, but still thinking rationally, Brenda knew she could not leave the booth. If her perfume options were two, it would have to be, 'Ravish Me Here.' The only other occupied table could not see much, but the girls skating by saw her hand pumping a large cock. Blade made it obvious by sitting well back in his seat, putting his proud cock and her hand on display. They looked, but didn't appear alarmed. It would take much more before someone called the police. A part of her wanted this public debauch broken up; another primal part did not. Either way, she knew what she had to do. With her body turned to warm jelly, it was easy to slither under the table. Once under, she got on her knees, moved her head into Blade's lap--and lapped.

Everyone noticed her departure right away. Karen caught the sight of her mother's head, turned to face Blade's lap, pass beneath the table top. She then felt her mother's buttocks hit her knees. Awed, yet excited, she allowed Jake to remove her shorts and panties, remaining passive as he lifted her left foot to untie her sneakers. He removed the shoe and then the white sock. While she and Brad cast their eyes under the table, Jake pushed the material of Brenda's dress up over her haunches. Brenda tried to replace them with a blind hand, but gave up when Bubba rested his heavy leg over the gathered material on her lower back. Jake pulled the panties to Brenda's knees and revealed her oily vagina to the two aroused teens.

Jake took Karen's left leg by the lower part of the calf in the firm grasp of his left hand, and brought Karen's bare foot into contact with her mother's wet slit. Her toes were smothered in pussy flesh. There wasn't anything Karen could do to prevent this, so she didn't try. All she did was curl her toes in. She did this to send a message to her mother that she was resisting. It backfired when Jake used her foot as a dildo and rudely, roughly shoved her foot against the hole. Surprisingly, her foot forced it's way inside, and further pushing lodged it to the heel. Both she and Brad could see the foot and the pussy tightly stretched over it.

Brenda would have objected or groaned loudly were it not for the firm hands griping her head and the huge organ filling her mouth and poking the back of her throat. When Brenda felt Karen's toes feeling around at her cunt, she assumed Karen did this on her own, still angry from their earlier words. When the toes curled in, just prior to insertion, Brenda assumed her daughter did this intentionally, especially when the next move was up her cunt. She knew Karen was getting assistance. Her daughter wasn't that strong, but Brenda thought Karen gave them the idea, and this fired her passions.

Her mouthings became frantic, and after adjusting to the unnaturally large invader, she ground her pussy on the small foot. She fucked herself on her daughter's foot. This surprised Karen who, at first, thought she was hurting her mother. Slowly, she began to curl, uncurl, and wiggle her toes inside her mother's pussy, putting further animation in a pussy already creaming with desire. The waitresses skating by only saw a cock sucking, but that was enough to keep them in motion with unnecessary trips back and forth. Karen's body was blocked by the bulk of two big boys.

Brenda sucked voraciously on Blade's hard cock, mindless of any scene she created, absorbed with the delicious sensations coming from her stretched beaver. The cock exploded unexpectedly, making her gag and cough up sperm through her nose. She quickly caught up with the flow and had her own climax while drinking from the sperm fountain. After she and he were spent, she looked up with dreamy eyes. Blade smiled and said, "What say we go to the lake and watch the submarine races?" Brenda smiled then gave his dick a lick.

The party emerged from the booth en mass. Brenda crawled out after kicking off her panties. Karen had to be dragged as she was forced to leave her shorts, panties, one shoe, and one sock. Mortified at being exposed wearing only a top and one shoe, Karen tried to hide in the middle of the crowd moving out. Brad, being a concerned date and a gentleman, maneuvered his body to act as a block for her. Had Brenda realized her daughter's clothing was being left at the diner, she would have gone back for them. Brenda's mind was preoccupied with the idea of pussy-footing around at the submarine races. She hadn't seen the submarines race in decades.

Blade opened the front passenger door for Brenda, then invited Brad to sit beside her. The others climbed into the big back seat, pulling Karen along and laying her across their laps. Two immediately went for her blouse and bra, while Cory removed her last shoe and sock. Karen was like a rag doll in their hands. With her head resting on Jake's lap behind the driver's seat, her upper torso on Bubba's lap, and her ass on Cory's left thigh. Brad was in the best seat to see the business end of his first love.

In the booth, all he saw was the light, downy covering of her developing pubic bush, and the top part of the swollen peach halves of her labia. He also got a good look at her clit poking up between them, and at Jake's finger using it like a miniature punching bag, batting it back and forth like a cat toying with a mouse. The major difference being that Karen's skinned mouse kept coming back for more.

The way Karen had stared at her clit when Jake did that to her in the booth, you'd have thought she was just discovering what her clit was for. That, however, was not the case at all. She'd just never tried batting it, or letting it rear its bald head in public, beside her boyfriend, with her mother at the table. Karen could not help but admire her brave, tough, shiny-pink clitty and the way it instantly sprang back for more like a blow-up punching clown with a weighted bottom. She could have remained in that booth for hours, watching Jake play with her clitty. Things got even better after he took her shorts and panties off, for then she could part her legs.

As Blade put the car in gear, and backed out of the parking slot, Brenda caught sight of Karen's legs being drawn up and opened wide. She could not resist turning her head to the right, to watch along with Brad who sat with his back to the door, his left arm resting on the seat back. His hand was at Brenda's right shoulder, lightly resting on bare skin. He obviously didn't notice, but the fingers pleasantly burned Brenda where they touched bare skin at the base of her neck.

When she turned her head Brad's way, and caught sight of the obscene spread her daughter presented in the flashes of light from passing under street lamps, Brenda abandoned the delicious contact and turned full to her right, bringing her arm up to rest on Brad's. Their eyes met for just a moment, then both sets settled on Karen's spread beaver. Bubba held her right leg up and cocked. Her left hung off the lap to the floor. Cory fingered her tight, almost hairless pussy, and Bubba's ebony digit tormented her standing clit. He, too, was amazed at its ability to spring back after a hard finger flick.

At the other end, Jake was left to remove Karen's blouse and training bra. Ordinarily very shy about her breast buds, verging on full grown titties, Karen did not bother covering them when they were naked. Jake's one hand covered both quite well. All of the fight had drained out of her. She knew, as soon as the car door closed behind her, that her introduction to sex would be a gang bang. Furthermore, strange as it seemed, her prudish and ultra-conservative mother would watch. And, if her recent behavior was any indication, participate. This took all the pressure off of her. All she had to do was grin and bear it. With every flick to her clit from Bubba's finger, with her mother looking on, she felt more like grinning.

In anguish over the loss of part of her clothes at first, she now even put that out of her mind. Her mother would have to deal with that problem. She didn't bat an eye when Jack rolled down the window and tossed out her blouse, training bra, shoe, and sock. Brenda, however, looked surprised. She started to say something, but sensing that the words would be wasted breath, immediately returned to watching the business end of her daughter, watching it get the business.

Brenda found herself turning on rapidly with the flashing glimpses of her daughter's intimate anatomy, shared with her daughter's boyfriend. Brenda liked Brad a great deal. She fantasized about him often, about he and Karen making love on a chaperoned date. She pictured his youthful, straining cock in Karen's mouth, and it made her own mouth water.

As the lights drifted by, she became acutely aware of their positions. Her fingers had gotten under his shirt sleeve and his hand laid against the back of the seat, near her right breast. The fingers under the sleeve had been inadvertent or subconscious, but her leaning in to press her tit to the back of his hand was calculated, as was drawing up her right leg to rest it over his left. They sat in similar poses, the mirror image of the other, with one leg drawn up, knees against the seat back, and the other leg straight out, their feet touching.

When Brad did not react or stiffen to her sensuous touch, she became more aroused. Her finger tip traced light patterns moving to the underside of his arm near his sensitive arm pit. When the car passed the last town light and moved into the total darkness of the country, they had nothing to look at, so turned to each other. In response to her teasing and toying with his pit hairs, Brad wiggled his fingers timidly against her breast flesh and moved her nipple under his fingers. With her turgid nipple caught between the backs of two straight fingers, Brenda's left hand started the journey to the boy's crotch.

The journey came to an abrupt end with her finger tip touching his thigh when Cory loudly said, "Hey, man, turn on the fucking light. We can't see a fucking thing back here."

An interior light never shone so brightly as it did when the light illuminated her daughter's spread beaver and revealed Cory's cock angled over to play in her pussy lips. The sight stole Brenda's breath away, Brad's as well. Both sat mesmerized, watching the bulbous, shiny crown push and prod her slick, resilient pussy lips. In response to the prodding, Karen cocked her left leg, giving Cory a better target and her mother and Brad a better look at her cunt.

Brad and Brenda temporarily forgot each other and stared openly, occasional taking time to let their eyes wander over Karen's body. Karen had her eyes closed. Brenda did not want to look her daughter in the eyes; she wanted to look freely, and she did just that.

Brenda enjoyed the sight of seeing her lovely daughter passively and willingly accepting the abuse. Much of her anxiety vanished when she saw how well her daughter was taking to group, public sex. Jake freed his cock, then turned Karen's head to it, resting her cheek on his balls and the shaft of his cock at the corner of her mouth with seven inches of throbbing manhood pointing at the roof overhead. When Karen parted her lips and her little pink tongue slowly emerged to caress the shaft like a lioness lazily licking her cub, Brenda wanted to jamb four fingers up her own cunt. Not even the sight of Cory, turning onto his side, and pushing his cock straight into her daughter's virgin pussy, could steal her eyes away for long.

Karen's tongue-lapping became more like a dog licking his dick after getting free of his bitch. Each inch of cock she took in her pussy drove her another inch up the shaft of Jake's cock. When her hymen gave way under Cory's insistent attack, she winced, but did not cry out. She licked her way up the underside of the cock, lapping up the precum drool as she advanced on the head. When Cory's balls pressed against her tight little ass, Karen's left foot came off the floor and rested on the small space that was not occupied by the two entwined arms on the top of the seat. Brenda and Brad stared at her delicate foot, right before their eyes, the toes curling in, then fanning out and arching back, the same foot that had invaded Brenda's cunt.

Brenda, beside herself with lust, quickly got to her knees, facing the back, and took Karen's foot in her hands as though it were a fat cock with five heads. Her tongue mimicked her daughter's as it advanced its way up the foot to her toes, licking her own dried juices.

She felt Brad's timid touch on the back of her left knee. She widened her kneeling stance in response. His hand traveled cautiously up the inside of her thigh until Brenda grabbed it and shoved it against her cunt. His hand wasn't shy after that. It was soon joined by its partner, attacking from the front.

With two excited young hands to satisfy the craving of her pussy, Brenda got up over the foot and slid her mouth over Karen's big toe. Karen seemed to derive more stimulation from her mother's toe-sucking than from the two cocks stuffing holes at each end of her little body. She arched back all toes except the big toe, and wiggled that one in her mother's sucking mouth.

Brenda had the best view in the house of everything going on in the back seat. Straight down her daughter's leg was a cock sawing in and out of her virgin pussy. At Karen's middle, Bubba had freed his black python and laid it over Karen's belly. His golden precum dripped off the tip into her belly button. At the far end, Karen was up on one elbow, sucking hungrily on Jake's cock while jacking it with her left hand.

Meanwhile, Blade reached over and unzipped Brenda's dress and unhooked her bra. That was all Brenda needed. She shrugged off the loose dress without stopping her toe-suck, letting the dress fall to drape Brad's hands. She let him do the rest, and the boy got busy working the material down her legs. She lifted one leg, then the other to assist. She then knelt nude at his disposal.

The frantically excited boy was everywhere at once. Like a horny snake he slithered and crawled between her torso and the seat, through her legs, up, back, and around, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the intimate treasures he found.

Brenda cooperated as best she could, lifting a leg here, an arm there, or bowing her back to allow him to pass through. She offered a tit to his lips with a free hand when he was in that neighborhood. When he got down between her legs, she cocked her left leg and propped her foot on the passenger door armrest, assuming a pose like a male dog pissing to give the boy the best view and access that she could. When he got behind her, she reached back with both hands and pulled her cheeks apart, so that he could examine her asshole. She made it pucker and moaned when he inserted a finger.

Blade just smiled and shook his head as he threw her things out the window. Brenda was too busy and aroused to pay it any mind. She did note the event, though it caused her no concern. The dress was cheap, and the show was Blade's. If his intent was to return them to her car, screwed and naked, then that was fine by her. She would not run or cower, and she'd see to it that Karen did likewise, even if they had to stroll down the carhop runway to get to the car. If he dropped them off at her house, that was even better. She resolved to walk casually to her front door, stand under the porch light, and wave goodbye. She would then enter the house, pushing Karen's cum-drenched body before her to confront the master of the house. It would serve the bastard right, she thought, as she lifted her leg once more.

After what seemed an eternity of this maddening foreplay, Brad stripped off his clothes and poked his naked prick in those same nooks and crannies. Brenda assumed a better position by standing on the floorboard with her left foot against the passenger door, her right, on the driver's side of the transmission hump, while leaning against the seat-back on her forearms, never once taking her mouth off of the toe.

Brad soon got under her and fucked her pussy from below with her tits in his face to bite, lick, and chew while he screwed. In this position, Brenda fucked back efficiently. He blasted her pussy with his hot seed, then climbed out and got right to work on her ass. He screwed her asshole like a horny poodle. When he came in her ass, she did feel like she had semen squirting from her ears.

While ass-fucking Karen's mother, Brad peered over her shoulder to watch the action in the back seat. Karen had just brought Jake to climax and took most in her face. Brenda's left hand slid down the length of her daughter's left leg and explored the point of genital contact. Occasionally, she reached low to probe a digit into her daughter's ass.

Bubba pulled Karen's upper body to an upright position so that he and Jake could exchange places. While she was up, Karen's eyes focused on Brad's nude body, humping her mother's nude body. When Bubba pulled her back down, she had another cock to suck, a big black one.

Cory got up on his knees, grabbed Karen by the hips, and pounded the girl's spasming pussy, smashing her mother's hand between their wet crotches. He came in Karen, but pulled out to also coat Brenda's hand. After he collapsed back in his seat, Brenda massaged her daughter's cunt, using her fingers to stuff sperm inside. She brought Karen to another orgasm by rubbing her daughter's slimy clit.

At the lake, Blade brought out a blanket from the trunk and laid the blanket out in the high beams of the car's headlights. There, where anyone might drive up on them, the seven horny people pulled out all the stops and had an orgy that would make a Roman Centurion blush.

Bubba was first. He knelt on the blanket facing the head lights and pulled Karen so that she stood with her back to his chest. She threw her leg over his skyward arching prong while Brenda knelt before her daughter to assist. The head of Bubba's cock was above Karen's mound, the shaft coming up through her legs, even though Karen stood while he knelt. Brenda took hold of the cock and bent it until the head was at Karen's entrance. Karen wiggled onto the black pole as her mother helped guide the thick black cock in. The cock split Karen's tight pussy. Six inches sank in with six remaining out in full view.

With the others gathered around, but not blocking the light, Brenda licked Bubba from his hanging balls to the top her daughter's clit. Karen cried while sinking on another two inches, "Yes, lick my pussy, Mom. Lick his cock while I'm fucking it." While Karen repeatedly raised to her tiptoes then sank as deeply as she could, Brenda stayed busy with her tongue, holding her daughter by the hips. When Bubba came and pulled out, Brenda remained to suck her daughter to climax.

A free-for-all ensued with both females taking multiple partners while licking each other. When Bubba recovered, and was ready for a repeat, he went for Karen's ass. This time, Karen stood with her feet wide, bent double from the waist. Brenda guided Bubba's cock into her daughter's ass and held his balls as he sank in all the way over the course of several minutes.

When they were groin to ass, Brenda noted how low-slung Bubba's balls were and how open and stretched Karen's cunt was. Impulsively, she gently stuffed his balls inside Karen's pussy. Everyone had to see this for themselves. Bubba stood, holding Karen's legs wide, to show off the obscene spectacle. Karen played with her clit as Bubba placed her stuffed ass and cunt on display. After a few minutes, Brenda came up and sucked her daughter's clit for her, bringing her to climax.

Brenda saw her duty as chaperon was to keep Karen's cunt full of cock, and to lick her daughter's pussy, before, during, and after it was fucked. It was after midnight when the two messy females and one tired, naked boy stood under the porch light of Brenda's home and waved goodbye. They were first taken to the carhop, dropped off at the opposite end from their car, then watched as they walked calmly through rows of honking cars. They were then followed home to make certain she went straight home. As the Chevy sped away on squealing tires, each turned to look at the other.

Brenda put on a brave smile and touched her daughter's angelic, wet face, saying, "Are you ready for this?"

"After walking naked through the carhop, I guess. What choice do we have?"

"None, I'm afraid. There may be an ugly scene. Just let me handle him. I'll do all the talking, but don't cover yourself or shy away, okay? If you want to help out, make sure he gets a good look at your fucked pussy. If you can get his dick hard, we're home free."

"Okay, but that won't be easy for me, not in front of Daddy."

"He's just another man with a cock between his legs. Unless I miss my guess, when he sees you, a stiff one. I'll deal with that, too, but I may need your help."

"Mom, you're not talking about... Mom?" A smile formed on her face and was matched by Brenda's own.

"Let's just wait and see. Come on, we can't stand out here like this all night. Brad, don't worry. I'll call your mother and tell her something. I'll see if you can't sleep over. If all goes well, you'll be sleeping in Karen's bed with Karen in it. If things go very well, we'll all be in my bed with Roger in it. We are not finished with you, yet, young man, regardless."

With Karen leading the way, they stepped in and closed the door. Roger emerged from the den and froze on seeing them. "Brenda! My God! What? Who? Where? My God!"

"We were abducted and raped, Roger. Don't make matters worse by starting the inquisition. After what we've been put through, we don't need that. We were gang raped, Roger, repeatedly raped in every orifice of our bodies for hours on end, over, and over, and over again. Don't give me any shit. I mean that. I won't take it, not tonight, not ever again."

Roger stood silently with his mouth agape, his eyes wandering over Karen's body, standing in a bold, defiant pose with her feet parted and her sperm-covered loins thrust out obscenely. Brenda went over to stand beside him so that together they could survey their sperm leaking daughter and her date, who now sported an erection as they stood, side by side.

Brenda rested her hand on his shoulder and said, matter-of-factly, "If you want a divorce, you have it. Sleep on the sofa. If you don't, get your clothes off and fuck us. We're both still horny. We just need one more stiff cock in every hole to make our evening complete. I can see you have a stiff cock, so don't go acting all high and mighty. You'll just look ridiculous when you shove it up your daughter's ass." She let that sink in, then said, "Don't they make a cute couple, dear?"

Roger stared at Karen as she stroked the boy's erection and simply said, "Yeah, they're cute."

"If you think they're cute now, you should watch them when they fuck. When these two fuck, they're adorable."

As Brenda massaged his erection, Karen turned her back to them and assumed a provocative pose with her ass jutting back in a half squat, peering back at her parents over her shoulder. As her father stared at her ass, she reached back with both hands and pried her cheeks apart to reveal all of her raw, sperm-covered and gaping pussy, as well as the open pucker of her abused rectum. She wiggled her ass in sexy invitation and said, "Come on, Daddy! Shove your cock up my ass and stuff your balls in my pussy like that big black man did."

Roger shoved his cock up her ass and Brenda stuffed his balls up Karen's pussy, just as she did for Bubba. Roger did not want a divorce, not after Brenda stuck her tongue up his ass while holding his balls inside his sexy daughter. With his cock deep in his daughter's ass, he didn't even mind having to look at the boy with the goofy expression on his face while he face-fucked his little girl, holding her by the ears.

Caution, mandatory sexist remark follows:

A slow smile spread over Roger's face as it dawned on him that his little girl was, indeed, becoming a woman, and the mate she chose knew what a woman was for.

Sorry, ladies; it's the new porn law. PP



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Book 3


Hours before the afternoon edition hit the streets, news of the assault on the Greysons began spreading. Gossip centers added and subtracted from the leaked story. By noon, the rumors had reached the high school.

One of the first to see the actual story in print, complete with pictures, was Hal Peterson. Estelle Greyson laid the paper out for him on his desk with a wicked smile. Hal perused the photos and said, "Shit, Estelle, this is pretty hot stuff for a small town paper. I see you got the dogs in the same frame with Cindy."

"If you look closely, you'll see three inches of Patton's cock hanging out."

"By God, you're right, and it isn't difficult to see. Look how Cindy is eyeing that mutt's cock, too."

"That expression was her own idea. I just told her to make sure the photographer caught her staring at the dogs. They weren't going to print that one."

"I see you straightened them out. I like this one, too--her father holding her while looking down her torn top. Too bad the nipple didn't show. Close, but no cookie."

Estelle turned the page to another page of photos, saying, "No nipple, but this makes up for it in spades, don't you think?"

The photo, the largest, was actually featuring Estelle and Ed pointing out the chairs they were bound to. In the background, however, Cindy talked to a reporter with her back to them. Jason's meaty black hand covered her entire ass and his fingers dug into her cheeks, scrunching the tattered remnants of her dress, revealing one shaved and shiny cunt lip. Hal slapped the desk top and said, "Oh, that's fucking beautiful. Jesus Christ, Estelle. How did you ever get them to print that?"

"They print what I tell them to print. You should read the story; I wrote most of it myself."

Hal took the fifteen minutes to read what she'd written and smiled all through the explicit article. At the end, he sat back with a big smile and said, "Estelle, you're too much. This is pornography, good pornography I might add. I feel like I was there. You made my dick hard. People are going to wonder how this could get in your newspaper."

"See the by-line--Tom Turner. It's well known that he doesn't care for me or the power I exert in this community. He just got hired by UPI; in fact, he left this morning. Everyone will think this is a parting shot. I wrote this to make it look like Tom is rubbing my face in Cindy's rape."

"It does look that way, and it's clear who he thinks is behind the high school rape gang. I didn't actually see my name anywhere, though. Actually, Cindy comes out looking like a true victim, almost heroic. One would expect her to be sedated in a hospital bed, traumatized by the ordeal. She looks like she had a rough night, but is ready for another."

"She is ready for another. She enjoyed every second. I think it shows in several of those pictures."

"Most definitely. I think a school announcement is in order." Hal flipped the switch to the school PA system, tapped twice on the mike, and blew twice.

The crackle of the PA cranking up halted all discussion in every class. The PA was a morning instrument. Hearing it in the late afternoon, less than one hour before school let out was usually reserved for announcing the assassination of presidents. All eyes stared at the box in every room:

"Thump... Thump... Phuff... Phuff. May I have your attention, please? Attention in the school. This is the principal speaking.

"I have just been notified by the Chief of Police that the Greyson Mansion was assaulted by four high school thugs last night. No one was killed or seriously injured, but the occupants, including one of our students, Cindy Greyson, were sexually assaulted. This explains why Cindy was not in school today.

"The report states that Cindy was raped by each of these young men and repeatedly violated anally, vaginally, and orally. She was forced to have sex with both parents, the Negro butler, their Swedish maid, and two male Doberman pinschers. The report says that she had to fellate one of the dogs in front of her bound parents while taking the other in her anus. This is after both of the dogs had vaginal intercourse with her earlier in the evening.

"She will be returning to school tomorrow. I'm sure everyone will be sensitive to her feelings. Barking, making obscene gestures, exposing her violated private parts, or propositioning her will not be tolerated during class. [Hal paused to acknowledge Estelle's approving nod, then added] What you do between classes is left to you and your conscience. We can only hope you will be proper ladies and gentlemen and show proper sensitivity.

"Anyone having information that might lead to the arrest and conviction of these thugs will be eligible for a one thousand dollar reward offered by Cindy's mother, Estelle Greyson. Bring whatever information you have directly to me. I will see that it gets the proper treatment.

"That is all. Return to your studies."

Hal sat back with a smug grin. Estelle stood, saying, "Very good, Hal. You continue to impress me. My work here is done. I should be going. I doubt there's any studying going on here."

"No, I expect the parade of pissed-off teachers and titillated kiddies to begin trooping in. You shouldn't be seen here. I'll let you know how it goes."

Estelle wasn't gone one minute before the first angry teacher arrived wanting an explanation for the shocking announcement that made teaching impossible. Over one dozen ended up in his office with similar complaints while wild students ran amuck in the halls. Hal angrily dismissed the teachers, ushering them from his office with threats of disciplinary action.

When one matronly English teacher refused to budge, Hal ripped the clothes off her body and pushed her struggling and pleading into the hallway wearing only shoes and torn pantyhose that puddled around her ankles. Once in the packed hall, she stumbled and fell. Laughing, jeering kids swarmed around her as her fellow teachers backed away, leaving her to fend for herself.

After classes officially let out, dozens of students crowded Hal's outer office wanting to talk with him. They all had ideas about who may have been involved. Blade, Cory, Jake, and Bubba were high on every list, but none had anything but circumstantial and hearsay evidence to offer. Most were just there to try and get more details.

Hal did not disappoint them. He spoke openly to them in intimate groups, offering obscene information that they would not later find in the newspaper. The mood of these group meetings was anything but somber and serious. Those waiting outside the closed door heard frequent laughter. Those inside got to see a principal with a boner in his pants. He made a big impression on the students, their bodies; and, when they all read the newspaper at home, on the student body in general.

As the newspapers hit the street, people gathered in groups to read about the bizarre event. These gatherings were not much different than Hal's office groups. Every diner, barber shop, pub, and beauty salon bristled with lively conversation. Laughter echoed off the buildings. In homes all over town, hard cocks grabbed juicy twats and headed for a mattress. The sounds of squeaking bed springs and thumping head boards--had they been outdoors--would have drowned out the laughter. It seemed that everyone found the tragedy a huge turnon. Everyone, that is, except Ginger Roberts.

Ginger read her copy then flew from the store. She arrived home in a near state of panic. She found her husband, Dan, reading the article at the dining table. She cried, "Dan, this is awful. We are screwed, so screwed. Do you realize what I said to that man? No wonder he wasn't fazed. We're next, Dan. I just know we're next. Any man that can get away with doing what he did to the Greysons won't think twice about doing it to our family."

"You're getting all worked up over nothing, Ginger. Just go down there tomorrow morning with your tail between your legs and apologize. Let him know that you know who's boss. Kiss his ass, and go back to selling silk and lace."

"It's not that simple. If it were, I would. Besides, it wouldn't do any good unless I brought Angie with me. They made it quite clear what they wanted. They want her, Dan--maybe me too."

"So take her with you."

"Dan, they want to turn her into a whore. Hell, they will probably want to screw her right in front of me. Dick would love to do that. He is just the type that would, too. What then? I can't stand there and watch... can I?"

"Knowing you, you will avert your eyes, but you'll stand there if you know what's good for you and the family."

"Don't be ridiculous. I could never stand still for something like that. It would get all over. Everyone would know. Dick would see to it. And what about Angie? The poor kid was traumatized by that animal, and now I'm supposed to deliver her to him, watch him have his way with her, maybe even punish her for telling on him. He intends to impregnate her, you know. Am I to allow that to happen as well?"

"If you can't prevent it, you'll have to allow it."

"I don't have to watch. Although, I'm quite certain Dick will insist I do."

"If you need motivation, think of Jennifer going through what Cindy went through."

Ginger's hand came to her mouth. "Oh my God! We can't let that happen."

"So watch. Hold Angie's legs apart for him. Make him happy. Make them happy. Angie would expect that from you."

"That's a terrible thing to say."

"Bull, she's been your Cinderella plaything from the time she could walk. Why change now when your precious Jennifer is being seriously threatened and throwing Cinderella to the dogs can save her. Angie would expect you to sacrifice her. It would be a shock to her if you didn't. If she read this article, she knows what her fate is. If you ask me, she's probably frigging herself right now."

This had Ginger up and pacing. She made two passes before Dan, then stopped, turned, and said, "Dan, you're absolutely right. She would expect me to sacrifice her to protect Jennifer, even if it was from potential harm. She sees herself as a Cinderella. We've talked about it. She accepts that role. And I agree with you. She's probably fingering herself right this minute, just thinking about having to spread her legs for Mr. Spivy while I watch, not averting my eyes."

"I'm sure she sees you as the type of mother that would get off on watching her get knocked up by a lecherous teacher."

"Yes, she does, and I've got news for her. I am that type--with her, anyway. Dan, I'm going to do it. I'm going to throw Angie to the dogs, maybe real dogs, who knows?"

"That's the spirit. Here, look at this picture, Ginger. You can see the dog's cock sticking out. Imagine Angie's pretty little mouth sucking on that."

"Ummmm yes! Imagine that other one up on her back, stuffing her tight little pussy."

"Yes, dear, I'm afraid we must throw Angie to the dogs."

Ginger slipped her hand under her skirt and deep into her panties, saying, "We must. She'd be terribly disappointed if we didn't."

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Ginger and Dan were wrong about Angie fingering herself over the news. She fought hard against the desire; besides, she wasn't alone. She read the paper along with the family next door.

The Clarks had been their neighbors since Angie was a child. They had a daughter near Angie's age. Dayna was a freshman at the high school. They often visited each other when Angie had free time after chores. Being home all day gave her that free time, as Dayna had skipped classes that day to help her mother spring clean the house. Angie assisted to take her mind off her troubles.

Ray Clark, Dayna's father, drove a truck for the county. He could be rather crude and he always made Angie nervous the way he ogled her body.

Harriet, Dayna's mother, ran the home and tried to keep Ray in line. She was the everyday housewife, a bit plain, but was a beauty when she married Ray at eighteen. She still had her figure, but she didn't bother painting her face or wearing nice clothes. More often than not, she wore a robe and slippers.

Ricky was Dayna's brat twelve-year-old brother. He was forever getting into Dayna's personal things and bugging the girls when they wanted to be left alone. Ricky was a relentless beaver hunter that always bagged his limit when Angie was around. He arrived home first after school let out, and immediately set about hunting beaver.

Ray brought the rumor of Cindy Greyson's gang rape and bestial coupling home with him. He told the version he heard then said, "There's an epidemic of rapes going on. It's the damnedest thing. Billy Thompson told me his daughter, Gloria, got raped at school. Remember, she's the one I told you about that has a snake tattooed on her pussy?"

Harriet said, "I remember, Ray, but must you use that language in front of the girls?"

"Hey, I'm talking about rape, here. I ain't a god damn doctor. They know what pussy is. Anyway, his Gloria and a guy friend of hers raped this goody-two-shoes high school junior in her own home. The girl's mother barges in, just as the guy is putting his cock in. She grabs the kid by the root and hangs on while the guy goes ahead and screws her daughter. Can you picture that shit, Harriet?"

"Yes, Ray, but you needn't act so excited by the idea. A girl got raped."

"Got raped good, too. They're making that girl whore for their gang, and the mother is going along."

[This story is told in "Moby Dick".]

Harriet said, "Knowing Billy, he'll be one of her first customers."

Ray told of two more rapes he'd heard about. With all the talk of rape and forced whoring, everyone eagerly awaited the newspaper's arrival. After the paper arrived, Ray spread it out on the living room floor. He, Harriet, Dayna, Ricky, and Angie read the bizarre and obscene story on hands and knees. The others grew more and more excited as they read. Angie grew more anxious. Dayna knew why and said, "This isn't good news for you, is it, Angie?"

The father said, "Why, is this Cindy a friend of yours?"

Dayna said, "Daddy, Angie was raped this morning by a teacher, a close friend of the principal. He's the guy behind this rape gang. Her teacher wants to turn Angie into a whore."

The gleam in his eye was hard not to notice. The erection in his pants was even harder--not to notice. He got up on his knees to make it harder--not to notice. Harriet, who normally pounced on her husband for the slightest improper behavior in front of the girls, was strangely silent as her husband lewdly postured his aroused crotch before the girls and leered at Angie with an unmistakable hunger. Harriet looked back and forth between her husband's loins and Angie's blushing face, making no attempt to mask her own arousal and amusement.

He said, "So, Angie, you're not a virgin anymore, huh?" Angie hung and meekly shook her head. "I guess we'll have to adjust to having a whore living next door, then."

"Daddy, that's awful. Angie's not a whore."

"Sweetheart, if these men want her to be a whore, I don't think she has much say so in the matter. Angie, look at me." Angie slowly raised her eyes to his crotch, then quickly raised her focus to his smiling face. "You know, some people would say you're a whore already. You've had sex before marriage. That is the definition we go by in this house."

"Daddy, she was raped. It wasn't her fault."

"That doesn't matter. She took a man's penis between her legs, into her vagina, deep into her vagina. Why gloss over it? She took a cock into her pussy."

"Daddy! Mom?"

"Did he squirt his sperm in your pussy, sweetheart? Was it a complete fucking you got? If you are a whore, we have a right to know."

Despite the uncomfortable situation, and the many eyes focused on her, Angie's pussy stirred, juiced, and tingled at the way they were staring at her--even Dayna. His crude words, meant to excite, did excite, them and her. Angie raised herself upright and sat back on her heels. Her knees were a foot apart and the short skirt rested high on her thighs, creating a tunnel to her crotch that drew everyone's eyes. The boy had the best view and peered unabashedly up the tunnel as Angie looked Ray in the eyes and said, "Yes, he did squirt his sperm in my pussy; and, yes, it was a very complete fucking."

"Then you admit, you're a whore."

"In this house, by your definition, yes, I'm a whore."

Angie's vulgar words had an immediate and dramatic impact on the group. The man rubbed his crotch shamelessly, sweat beading on his brow. The boy squirmed his crotch on the carpeted floor and inched closer. Harriet reclined onto her side, bringing her face in line with the tunnel. Each unchallenged act inspired someone else. When her turn came again, Harriet rolled onto her stomach trapping her hand in her crotch. She crossed her legs at the ankles and squeezed. She squeezed and relaxed, squeezed and relaxed, all the while with her head turned to look up Angie's skirt.

Dayna never saw her parents acting so strangely, so lusty and nasty. She also never saw Angie looking so sexy and pretty. Angie was a role model to the younger girl. Angie was a beauty queen. She had a job, though it didn't pay, and boys followed her when they were out together. She also had a great body that Dayna was fortunate enough to get glimpses of when they tried on each other's clothes. Though they had two years difference in their ages, they wore the same size in clothes. Dayna often imagined her friend totally naked.

Her father's words conjured the images of a big fat cock stuffing Angie's pussy, pumping it full of hot creamy sperm. When her father unzipped himself and drew out his big fat cock and began stroking it while aiming it at Angie's crotch, Dayna almost swooned. Were it not for the fact that her little brother crawled boldly forward and rested his chin on the floor by Angie's left knee, looking into her crotch without Angie showing the slightest concern or embarrassment. And were it not for the fact that her mother was frigging herself so openly, Dayna never would have had the courage to do what she did.

Dayna assumed the same sitting pose as Angie, being right beside her friend. Her right knee and Angie's left touched. Dayna reached out and laid her hand on Angie's left thigh, just below the hem of her skirt. The move was a friendly gesture, meant to comfort. Angie took it that way until the hand began massaging and moving. Angie ignored the hand, even when it moved higher with each stroking pass up her thigh, even when her friend's hand pushed the hem with it.

All of this occurred in the space of a pregnant pause between Angie and Ray. Dayna's hand was soon at the very top of her friend's thigh where the leg opening of her panties were, and where the edge of her skirt now was. Dayna's father stared at the wet crotch when he said, "When he had his cock deep in your cunt, sliding in and out of your tight, virgin pussy, did it feel good, Angie? Did you like the feel of his hard cock fucking you in the cunt?"

Dayna's fingers rubbed over the crotch of Angie's panties, then pressed on the clit and slid down the crack. She used her middle finger to feel through the thin panty material for the hole they were discussing. When she found it, her finger indented the spot. Angie said, "Yes, I loved feeling his hard cock fucking me deep in my cunt."

Ray began steadily advancing on his knees with his dripping cock aimed at his target, crumpling newspaper in his path. "Did you ask him to fuck you harder?"

"I begged him to fuck me harder." Dayna's finger went under the panty crotch and explored her friend's vagina. Harriet crawled up to Angie's right knee and rested her chin on it, using her free hand to massage Angie's inner thighs. Ricky followed his mother's example, but he used both hands. All three hands steadily converged on Angie's pussy and began competing with Dayna's for space as the throbbing, weeping cock drew nearer and nearer.

When Angie first started playing along, she never dreamed it would lead to fucking Ray in front of everyone. She certainly never thought the others would be fighting over her pussy, but they were. They were too worked up to try backing off, so Angie resigned herself to a public screwing. Resigned, hell, she needed it, had to have it, and would have cried if they'd suddenly stopped.

As Ray moved within reach, Angie settled back onto her straight arms and lifted her pussy to his cock level, clearly signaling her intention to couple with him. Harriet ripped the crotch out of Angie's panties; the cock was twelve inches and closing. A multitude of fingers danced a delightful dance in her crotch as she watched the organ draw nearer and nearer. He said, "Did you ask him to cum inside you, to spray his baby-making seed all in your fertile womb; or did you beg him to spare you and ask that he pull out at the last moment?"

Many fingers worked in harmony to pull her cunt lips open. They nestled Ray's cock at her hole, awaiting her reply. Angie wiggled her pelvis and her cunt wiggled onto the head of his dick. She then wiggled some more until she captured half by her own effort. She smiled up at him and said with devilish eyes, "I begged him to spray my fertile womb with his hot sperm and make a baby in me."

He lunged into her with an impassioned groan, then took her by the hips and fucked her with a mad fury, unleashing years of repressed lust in a matter of minutes. Angie's eyes went cross-eyed, her body went limp in his grasp. He pounded her as though she were a Raggedy Ann doll, while busy hands freed her of her clothes.

Hands twisted nipples and molded tit flesh. Tongues lapped her mouth and probed inside. Someone sucked on her clit while her pussy got fucked. Small fingers went up her ass, and a large, hairy cunt settled over her face, blocking out the light. She could feel small female hands, Dayna's hands, lifting her head up tightly between her mother's legs. Between snatches of breath, she licked the breadth of a snatch. Before very long, she licked the length as well.

When Harriet lifted off and the light shined again, Dayna was trying to fuck herself on one of Angie's upthrust tits. Abandoning that, and seeing Angie's face free, the girl slithered up and settled her small fuzzy pussy where her mother's hairy maw had been. Angie immediately licked the length and breadth of her friend's cute snatch.

The neighbors had a field day using her limp body to sate their lusty desires. Each took a turn on their favorite part, but they were all active together on some part of Angie. Each of their privates sampled her talented tongue. Sperm swam in every body cavity, but most swam in her womb. Angie surrendered herself completely to them, wanting to serve them as a good little whore. She assumed any position, sucked anything put in her mouth, fucked anything shoved up her cunt or ass. She masturbated for their amusement, and gave each a between-the-legs tongue bath.

When they finished with her an hour later, she dressed and then saw herself out. They did not thank her or offer to replace the panties. Someone did say, "It will be nice living next to a whore."

Leaking sperm from every orifice and reeking of pussy, she returned to her home like a well-lubricated thief. Angie slipped into the house and into the shower. She only had time to rinse sperm and the smell of pussy from her body. She hurriedly dried and slipped on her house frock--her Cinderella style work uniform. She had to set the table. The family was ready to eat.

The family ate quietly for a change. Surprisingly, to Angie anyway, no one talked about the newspaper article. The two little ones probably hadn't heard, she reasoned. Their school made no announcement. When they arrived home, the paper had been put away. Still, it was odd that her mother didn't bring it up. Anything to do with the Greyson's was prime topic for dinner conversation. She ate and shrugged it off.

Angie missed the meeting. The topic had been discussed at great length. Also discussed was Angie's rape, which the kids knew nothing about, but took great pleasure in hearing the juicy details related by their mother. Ginger enjoyed the telling and knew the juicy details because she dragged them out of Angie. She also told them about the angry confrontation in Hal's office, and of her plan to set things right. All were in agreement--Angie needed to be thrown to the dogs. Little Rachel said, "Mom, does this mean we get to have a dog now--a boy dog?"

"It was a figure of speech, Rachel, but I suppose we could consider getting one. What do you think, Dan? Would a large male dog be difficult for us to have around?"

"They are very difficult unless they're kept sexually satisfied."

Rachel beamed, "That's a good job for Angie. Please, Mom, can we?"

"We'll see, Rachel. First, let's see how this meeting goes with Angie tomorrow. If she does well, and makes the adjustment to being a whore, I don't see why not."

If Angie had heard any of their discussion, she'd know why everyone was giving her funny looks. Panic swept her as she imagined a sperm drool she'd missed or a pubic hair in her teeth. She was about to ask what was wrong when Ginger said, "I suppose you heard what happened to Cindy last night."

"Yes. That was awful."

"Then you read the article?"

"Yes."

"Then you must realize what danger you've brought on this family by getting me all worked up over your fling with Dick Spivy."

"Mom, that was not a fling. He raped me."

"We'll hear no talk of rape. He had sex with you, and I'm quite certain you led him on. Now, because of you, we may be targeted by this rape gang. Jennifer and Rachel could get assaulted all because you couldn't take a silly little screwing and keep quiet about it."

Jennifer went into her act, saying, "Oh no, Mommy, please do something. Angie did this on purpose. I just know she did. She probably begged him to mate with her. She'd love to get pregnant. She's just trying to get out of housework."

"I would not doubt that one bit, but it won't work. Don't you worry, precious. Mommy's going to see that Angie sets this right." Ginger fixed Angie with a serious, hard look, saying, "We are going down to Hal's office first thing tomorrow morning. Hopefully, Dick Spivy will be there. We're going to discuss a suitable punishment for your leaving the school grounds without permission. Furthermore, anything they want, they will get."

"Mom, please, you know what they want."

"Yes, and you will make a good whore. I am going to see that you get the part. I want you in something sexy and revealing. You will not wear panties or a bra. I was thinking one of Jennifer's dresses would be just the thing."

Angie's eyes went wide, "No! I can't, not to school. I can barely fit in her dresses and the skirt would hardly cover me."

"That's the idea, Angie. Your attire should tell them how sorry you are, and it should show how willing you are to make amends. Wearing Jennifer's dress will do both. Jennifer, why don't you pick out a sexy one for your sister to wear tomorrow. Angie, go with Jennifer and put the dress on. Model it for us. We'll wait here."

Angie knew better than to argue. She pushed away from the table, then followed her smiling sister. Once in Jennifer's bedroom, Jennifer turned and said, "They're going to fuck you raw when they see you in the dress I pick out."

"Just give me the damn dress, Jennifer."

"No, you get naked first. I want to make sure the one I pick shows your pussy even when you're standing up."

Angie began removing her clothes, but pleaded, "Please don't pick anything that short. I'll probably have to wear it to my classes afterward."

Jennifer looked through the vast selection in her closet, saying, "I know. That's why I want it that short. Here, hold this up. No, too long. Try this. That's better, but I can only see the bottom part of your cunt lips. Here, hold this one up. Yes, that's perfect. I can see your whole pussy, and so will everyone else. Put it on, whore."

Angie knew it was pointless to argue, but felt certain her mother would never be caught out in public with her if she wore that dress. The dress was small on Jennifer. Angie slipped it on, but it wouldn't button up the back, and the hem of the skirt cut across her pubic mound. Jennifer stood back, smiling broadly, and said, "Oh, that's perfect. You'll be the best dressed whore in your school. Go show the others, and keep your hands away from your pussy. When you get out there, do a slow turn, nice and sexy like."

Angie walked out and said, "This is what she picked, Mom." She turned a full circle, as everyone voiced approval or laughed.

Ginger said, "Yes, that's perfect."

"Mom! Are you serious? I can't wear this to school."

"Yes you can. You will at least wear it for the meeting. If they want you to attend classes wearing it, then so be it."

"Mom, this is crazy. I can't walk around school with my vagina showing."

"You can if you wear that dress, and you are wearing that dress, so set your mind to it."

"You're serious, aren't you?"

"I'll send you to school buck assed naked if that's what it takes to safeguard my virgin girls."

Angie buried her face in her hands and cried, "Mom, no!"

"Angie, take the dress off and prepare for a punishment session. You were late setting the table, and you deserve punishment for getting us in this mess. Get a move on, or you'll really get it hard, with a belt."

Angie endured one of the longest punishment sessions ever. The session lasted an entire hour, involved numerous vulgar posses, and everyone got to take a turn warming her ass with a paddle. Afterward, she was forced to stand in the corner, facing out, with her legs wide apart for the remainder of the evening. When bedtime came, Angie fell into her bed naked and went right to sleep.

An hour later, she was jostled awake. Jerry had his hand clamped over her mouth as she slept on her stomach. He climbed over her and she soon felt the rubbery head of his cock poking her in the pussy. She clamped her legs shut and screamed into his hand, but his cock slipped in steadily until she ceased her struggles. He slowly released his hold over her mouth and said, "You like it, don't you? You like my cock, huh, Angie? You're going to make a good little whore, kid. Move your cunt around. Fuck back, or I'll put it in your ass."

Angie always knew that one day her brother would rape her. It came as no real surprise that he would choose this night. In effect, she'd been raped all night long. The punishment session was more a sexual exploitation of her body. She'd never had to endure groping fingers in her crotch before. She'd never been finger fucked by anyone in her family. Everyone tried it in both nether holes on this bizarre evening. Angie fucked back against his battering cock.

Ten minutes into the fuck, Jerry stopped in mid hump. "Did you hear that, Sis?"

"Hear what?"

"Sush... There, I heard it again."

"I didn't hear anything. Come on, can we just get this over with?"

"No, I think there's someone in the house."

Jerry was right. The rape gang was in the house, and the Roberts family grew very close over the next five hours. Ginger, bound naked to a chair, watched her two youngest daughters being raped repeatedly. They shaved every hair off Jennifer's body and mated her with the Dobermans. Dan screwed his girls, and Ginger had sex with her son and Jennifer. Angie was set aside.

Tommy Blade, as it turned out, had a crush on the cute girl. Later, they made love, in private, in her parent's bed while the rape of her family was still going on. Angie responded to his tender loving and cuddled with him afterward, toying with the hairs on his chest, planting tender kisses to his face, neck, and nipples. He told Angie he could stop the abuse and have Spivy back off. Angie said, "Thanks but no thanks."

Tommy professed his love for her and said he'd try to adjust to her kinky desire to bear Dick Spivy's child and continue to allow herself to be used, misused, and abused. Clearly, this was a kink she didn't want straightened out.

The gang left the family spent and exhausted. They also left Ginger with instructions to report the crime and give interviews to reporters. Ginger didn't like this one bit, but Ginger had no choice.

[Read "The Roberts Ordeal" for the blow by blow account.]

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Following the all-night rape/orgy, Ginger was in no condition to trot down to the school on Thursday morning. The girls stayed home as well. It was Angie that woke Ginger at ten o'clock. "Mom, wake up. Mom!"

Ginger rolled onto her back, stiff and sore. "What... Go away."

"Mom, reporters are here."

Ginger's eyes popped open, "What? Who called them?"

"I didn't. No one here did. I'm the only one up."

"Those bastards. They not only commit the crime, they arrange for the coverage."

"Mom, you were supposed to call the police and make a report by eight. Now we have reporters and no official crime."

"Oh, shit! Quick, give me the phone."

Ginger got through to Chief Evans and made a sketchy report of the assault. He said he'd be right over. She hung up and said, "Okay, Angie, we have a crime. Hand me my robe. I suppose it's pointless to get dolled up. I should look this way. I see you're nice and fresh."

"I've been up since eight. I wasn't fresh then."

"You were awfully lovie dovie with Tommy Bladdak last night. If I find out that any of last night was your idea, that you put him up to anything..."

"Mom, you know that's crazy. I'd never do anything like that, and I've never said two words to Tommy in two years. He just likes me, I guess."

"Yeah, well he sure didn't like Jennifer." Ginger made a pained expression as the memory flooded back. "God, tell me it didn't really happen."

"It happened. I had to shave her. Tommy didn't want to do it to her, but he said he had orders. That means it was Hal Peterson's idea."

"I wish you hadn't told me that. I feel like shaving you. I know, I know... It's not your fault. Slide my shoes to me. Give me a hand getting up. Oh, shit, I'm so sore. I think I sprained my neck when that chair went over backwards." Standing, she said, "Okay, let's go down and get this over with. You let me do all the talking."

The reporters not only knew about the crime before it was reported, they knew the story. All they really came for was pictures. They especially wanted pictures of Jennifer. Ginger flat refused, then flat unrefused when one of the reporters asked to use the phone and got Estelle Greyson on the line. Ginger went pale at Estelle's angry tone. Estelle wanted to know why she was being uncooperative with her reporters. Ginger assured her she was not and would not be in the future. The reporters got their pictures.

This shook Ginger, for she began to see Estelle's hand in everything. It suddenly struck her that the dogs were Estelle's dogs. They were the same ones that were in the paper, and the article reported that the dogs that raped her and her girls were Estelle's security dogs. That her long-time nemesis would actually sic her Dobermans on children was staggering, but for her to have little Jennifer shaved of every body hair was incomprehensible.

Ginger had to sit and think. Whatever the reporters wanted, she gave; but otherwise, she sat and thought. Long after they and the police investigator left, Ginger still sat and thought. She thought all day long and into the night, but she hadn't a clue as to why Estelle would do what she did. What threw her was the fact that she did it to her own family first. She didn't have Cindy shaved, but she was breeding her daughter to a black servant and mating her to animals. It was all so baffling and terribly fucking exciting in a perverse way.

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Thursday morning found Hal Peterson and Richard Wright going over the report Tommy Blade made following the assault on the Roberts. They were exceptionally well-pleased. After Tommy took his leave, Hal said, "Richard, we're on easy street from here on in, buddy. I can't wait to get Ginger Roberts back in here with her little girls. It's going to be good."

"I think she learned her lesson. Speaking of lessons, you need to do something about Sue Ellington. She's not playing the game."

"Back up. What game is Sue Ellington not playing?"

"She's Cindy Greyson's speech teacher. Cindy has her for first period. Remember you called her teachers in and told them you wanted Cindy sexually humiliated and harassed in every class?"

"Yeah, yeah... so what's she not doing?"

"She's not doing anything that we can see. I checked with Cindy--nothing."

Hal punched the intercom, "Marge, pull the file on Ellington."

"Okay... just a sec... here it is. What do you need?"

"She's married, right?"

"Yes."

"Does she have any kids?"

"Uh... Boy, six, and a girl, eight."

Hal turned to Richard, "So, our Mrs. Ellington has an eight-year-old pussy to barter."

"I see you're ready to test your wings."

"My wings are tested. I'm ready to fly. Bring me Ellington." To Marge he said, "What does her husband do?"

"He runs the dry cleaner downtown."

"Thanks Marge. Oh, Marge, when you get time, compile a list of all teachers and staff who have girls between the ages of eight and twelve."

"Humm... all right. Are we feeling a little frisky this morning, Hal?"

"I feel frisky every morning. There's no rush. Any time within the hour will be fine. Now send Emily to the elementary school and have her pick up the Ellington girl. Bring her back here. Have her prep the child, then bring her to me in my office. I want her to be wearing a dress, only a dress, no shoes, socks, underwear, nothing, just the dress. If necessary, have Emily swing by their house to get one. And, I don't want the kid brought in here in tears. You tell Emily to get that kid aroused and playful before bringing her in."

"Yes Sir! My, but you are feeling frisky this morning. I know I am; I think Emily is too. We'll get on this right away."

Sue Ellington dreaded the day they'd come for her. She knew they would. She knew her time was limited, but try as she might, she could not bring herself to follow their bizarre instructions. Cindy was her best student and a perfect lady. The men were perverts. Everyone knew that. She knew about the whores, knew about the discipline sessions, knew about the numerous sexual escapades, affairs, and lascivious acts going on everywhere in the school. Why, she thought, can't they leave decent people out of it?

Richard was waiting impatiently at her open door. Sue assigned a student to monitor the class and left with him. As they walked down the empty hall, she said, "I couldn't do it, Richard. I just couldn't."

"We know. I'm afraid Hal is not pleased. I think you'll wish you had."

Sue reached out and halted Richard with a firm grip on his shoulder. "Is he going to fire me for this? Can he do that?"

"Fire you? Hell no, he won't fire you. You may want to quit, but he won't let you do that either. I warned you, Sue. I gave you good advice. You ignored it. I'm washing my hands of you. You're on your own, now."

She stopped him again when he tried to move on. "Don't, Richard. I need a friend. Believe me, I tried, I really did try. I simply could not think of a single thing to do to her. She never gave me an opening or excuse. I can't just call her up and spank her for nothing."

"Spanking her wouldn't have satisfied Hal's requirements unless you stripped her naked and spanked her between the legs."

Sue recoiled at the thought, then said, "You can't be serious. Are her other teachers doing things like that?"

"Spivy screws her every day. Groves puts her on the punishment chair every day--buck assed naked. Stella is doing her thing with her during PE. Sara Brewer stands her in the corner facing out and swats her breasts with a yardstick from time to time. Old man Turner uses her body as a science model. All this week they've been studying the female reproductive system. You are the only one who refuses to do anything. Hal is livid with you."

"My god, I can't believe this. How can teachers get away with such things? Why isn't her mother raising hell? Why aren't parents raising hell? I know if my child reported any of these things to me, I'd want heads to roll."

"Don't you read the paper? Nobody says anything to Hal. I'm going to give you one last piece of advice, then I am backing off: do whatever Hal wants you to do."

Sue set her jaw. "I know what you're suggesting, Richard. I want you to know I am deeply offended. I am a married woman. I do not submit to sexual harassment. I do not cheat on my vows. I do not cow before corrupt authority figures. I do not molest innocent children, and..."

Richard halted her with a raised hand and said, "Relax, Hal doesn't want to fuck a tired old worn-out cunt like yours, Sue. Trust me, your vow is safe with Hal."

These words hurt. The hurt on Sue's face lasted long after the sentence rolled off his lips. The crude words he used stung her ears. She knew she was not a beauty queen, but she prided herself on looking attractive, even sexy. She had a youthful body and wore stylishly short skirts and dresses. Her legs, she knew, were better than any teacher on the faculty, and her breasts were bigger than average; as for her vagina, she was sorely tempted to make him eat his words. No one except her husband knew it, but her vagina was her finest feature, a feature she took great pride in. She married a pussy man and devoted more time to the care of her pussy than most women did with their faces.

Richard watched her fume, then said, "Come on. Show some leg. Maybe he will proposition you. If he doesn't, I'll throw you a mercy fuck afterwards."

Sue's face burned red. Anger, pride, resentment, humiliation, and self pity all vied for front row center in her consciousness. She followed along, awed by the man's audacity, thankful that no one but her witnessed or heard it. Just before they entered the outer office, she halted him again and said, "I just want you to know that I wouldn't have sex with you if you were the last man on Earth."

"Honey, if I were the last man on Earth, I'd be way too busy to bother with a shaggy, baggy cunt like yours. Go on, get in there!"

Richard took Sue forcefully by the elbow and marched her straight through to Hal's office. He opened the door without knocking, and practically threw her in. Sue fell against Hal's desk, bruising her hip. She got steady on her feet, rubbing her sore hip. She backed away from Richard as he advanced toward Hal's desk. To her amazement, he said, "You need to rake this bitch over the coals, Hal. She gave me a ration of shit all the way down here. Said she wouldn't fuck me if I was the last man on Earth."

Hal stood menacingly and advanced on Sue, saying, "Did you say that to my assistant principal, Mrs. Ellington?"

He towered over her as she backed against the sofa, saying, "Well... I, uh, never used that word, the 'F' word, but I did express those sentiments, yes."

"Are you going to stand there and tell me that you wouldn't fuck that magnificent specimen of American manhood?"

"Mr. Peterson, please!"

"Have you ever seen his cock?"

"I will not be addressed in this fashion. I am tendering my resignation as of this moment."

Hal slapped her face and sent her sprawling onto the sofa. Sue screamed and burst into tears. She huddled in the far corner of the sofa, drawing in her legs, defensively tugging her skirt down. Hal stepped over and motioned Richard to join him, saying, "Richard, show her your cock so she can make an intelligent decision."

Sue trembled as Richard stepped up before her, fishing his turgid manhood from his slacks. He flopped its growing hardness in her face and stood leering at her, stroking it to full hardness as she attempted to avert her eyes. Hal grabbed her by the chin and forced her head straight, saying, "You look at his cock." She looked. "Now touch it." He placed her right hand on the shaft. "Use the other to feel his balls." Her left hand timidly came up and cupped Richard's balls. "Now taste it. Put his cock in your mouth." Her eyes looked up pleading through tears. "Get your fucking mouth over his cock, or so help me..."

Hal had his hand drawn back. She slipped her mouth over Richard's cock. Under their close monitoring, she continued to fondle and suck, afraid to stop. Richard was considerably larger than her husband in the cock department. The sensation of his large pulsing manhood deep in her mouth, the weight of his balls, the smooth texture and manly musk filling her nostrils, all combined to send wicked chills up and down her spine. Her sucking improved. Her hand pumped the shaft. Her fingers reverently massaged his scrotum.

Two minutes had not gone by before Sue was giving Richard a first-class blow job. She sat forward on the sofa with her feet on the floor outside Richard's legs. She unbuckled his belt, and dropped his slacks and cotton briefs. Her hands roamed his ass and thighs, using her nails to add to his excitement while her head bobbed on his cock. She brought her right hand back to the shaft and pumped hard, sucked hard, and sucked deep. The pleasure moans she made told the men how she felt about being forced to perform this lewd act.

Hal could see that Richard was near his limit, so he shoved her off the cock and said, "Now, let your pussy get a good look at Richard's cock. Let's see what your pussy thinks of it."

The panicked expression surprised the men, considering how aroused she was. When she just stared back blankly, Hal pushed her against the back of the sofa and pushed her skirt above her waist. Hal was prepared to rip her panties off her, but there were no panties to rip.

Sue had never gone anywhere without panties, certainly not to school. She did on this momentous day, hoping the bold act would inspire her to do something bold and exciting, hoping the adventurous act would inspire her to do something with Cindy. Their shocked expressions added to her excitement. Slowly, under their hard stares, she allowed her legs to part. Both men sucked in a long breath.

Having rendered her naked from the waist down, Hal said, "Open your legs wide and give your cunt a good long look at Richard's cock." Hal reached for her hips and dragged her ass to the edge of the cushion. "There, now make him a beaver."

Sue was laid flat on the sofa with her head bent forward, her chin on her chest. Beavers were her specialty, and she forced back a smile. She drew her legs up and laid her knees almost flat to the cushions. Richard dropped to his knees and exclaimed, "Jesus! Holy shit!"

Richard never saw a more attractive pussy. It was shaved as clean as a baby's behind except for a tiny tuft on her mound in the shape of a heart. She had a small pussy by adult standards, but with mature features, such as a large clit and inner lips that extended beyond the outer swollen lips of her labia. The skin tone was flawless and creamy. The inner membranes shone coral pink. Her super wide spread exposed all of her inner flesh. Her hole looked tight and inviting. She added further to the sexy allure when her delicate painted nails came down and toyed with the lips, opening herself wider. Smiling, she said, "What do you think of my shaggy old nasty pussy, now, Richard?"

Richard did not respond except to move the head of his cock to within a hair's width of making contact with her hole. Sue stared at the cock poised to enter her. She could feel her pussy responding, filling with blood, opening and lubricating in anticipation of a thorough screwing. She waited.

Richard waited as well, but after a few long seconds, he let the head touch her moist, blossoming hole. The contact was as if an electric current went through her body, bringing her to life. She wiggled closer, making her cunt lips flow over the head. She wiggled more and got the head lodged inside her opening. She rocked and ground her cunt, managing to capture half, then threw her legs around his hips and pulled him in to the balls, crying out, "Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Richard! Fuck my horny pussy."

Richard and Hal exchanged smiles, then worked together to remove the rest of her clothes. Sue helped by making their work easier. When she was naked, she arched her breasts, cupping them in her hands, toying with the nipples, saying, "I feel like such a whore. It feels so good." Hal was kneeling beside her. She massaged his cock bulge and said, "I want this one, too. I want to suck your cock, Hal." Hal let her free his cock, then watched her suck it with wild abandon.

Sue frequently took the cock from her mouth to voice vulgar declarations, such as: "Cum in my cunt!" "Fuck my twat!" "Pound my adulterous pussy." "Fuck my husband's private pussy, and fill it with your sperm, Richard! His little cock doesn't deserve a private pussy." "I want him to eat your sperm." "I can't wait to tell him that his private pussy isn't private anymore. My pussy is school property."

The men had themselves a hot-cunted bitch and they could not have been more pleased. Sue was arguably the most desirable woman on the teaching staff, and had a reputation as being the most unattainable. Many men tried, but she rebuffed all advances with cold efficiency. Her fall from grace would be a huge feather in their caps, and Hal's mind was already hard at work planning. He did not want to waste his load in her mouth. He had smaller plans. He drew out, having to push her following mouth away. He stood back and watched her devote her considerable sexual talents to Richard's cock and the screwing it was giving her willing cunt. She came twice before Richard poured a copious load in her snatch.

When Richard pulled out and stood over her with his dripping dick, Sue remained in her spread position, dreamily toying with her messy beaver, smiling up at the two men. If she had post-orgasmic regrets or guilt feelings, they weren't evident. Quite the contrary, she appeared blissful, happy with the way things went, happy with her act of infidelity, happy to be playing with school property before the two men who managed all school property.

Sue was well aware that the men would show her off as a prize. She knew the men at school were after that prize, none more so than Richard. They'd spread the news around. Everyone would know what a hot and horny slut she really was before the day was out: Students, Teachers, Staff, Husband. Everyone would hear about her magnificent pussy, her beautiful pussy. She could see their minds hard at work formulating plans for her unveiling. Ready and willing to lend herself to whatever wicked scheme their nasty minds could come up with, she smiled a satisfied, sexy, mischievous smile and said, "Was I right? Is my pussy school property, now?"

Hal said, "You were right." Offering his hand, he said, "Now, come with me."

Hal led Sue (still naked) into the outer office and then into the hall where he informed her she would have to return to her class to get her purse. He told her to take five minutes to do this. Sue went reluctantly, nervously, shamed beyond endurance, but she went. She returned exhilarated, ready for more, having stayed the full five minutes and then some.

When she entered his office, she found her daughter sitting on Hal's naked lap. Sue was stunned, shocked speechless, numb and immobile, but ended by assisting in the screwing of her little girl. Both were then sent back to the classroom. Sue had to remain nude with her nude daughter for the rest of the day. During class changes, the two had to walk the halls. She was also required to serve as cafeteria monitor, and was on hand for Cindy's gang rape. Sue was never a problem after that eventful day.

[For the story of Sue's eventful day, read, "The Fall of Sue Ellington".]

Richard met with Hal again at ten. "Hal, you should see Ellington. I just caught her hallway act. She's having to high step over boys. The little fuckers are lying on their backs in her path trying to get a glimpse of heaven."

"That's beautiful. And she's not trying to avoid them?"

"She can't really. The crowd has her pretty much channelized. I suppose she could shift a little, but she's not doing that either. She doesn't look too happy about being forced to walk the halls naked, but I think it's all show."

"I think you're right. That bitch is proud of her pussy. The bitch has a right to be. That's a fine pussy."

"Say, I checked with Tommy Blade. They're all set. Are we going to watch this rape, or would that be too obvious?"

"No, I want this to look like a real rape. Late this afternoon, I'm gathering the student body into assembly. There, I'll blame Cindy for the rape and discipline her before the whole damn school. If that doesn't flush out the heroes, nothing will."

"God damn, boss. You may draw out more heroes than we can deal with. Did you ever think of that? There will be over eight hundred people in that assembly and only two of us--four with Spivy and Groves."

"Nothing worthwhile comes without risks. You can skip the assembly if you want, but don't ask me for scraps of pussy if you do."

"I'll be there, but I'm wearing my running shoes. Are you going to strip her for this punishment?"

"Buck naked, buddy."

"Oh, fuck! Are you going to use Jim's chair?"

"No, I want something more dramatic than that. I've got the maintenance crew rigging up ropes and pulleys over the stage front. I'm going to hang her by her heels with her legs in a wide 'V', and secure her hands to the stage, spread out. She'll be an upside-down 'X'."

"There ain't no such thing as an upside-down 'X', boss, but I know what you mean, and you're treading on thin ice. I suppose she'll have her front to the audience."

"Of course. I don't care about them looking at her cunt and tits, but I do want them to see her face. They'll see an angel in agony being whipped by a perverted child molester."

"Is there any other kind?"

"Richard, you are developing an annoying habit of pointing out my errors, correcting me, questioning my judgment, and criticizing my actions. I am bringing this to your attention, because it is having a detrimental impact on our working relationship. If this continues, it will have the same impact on your sex life."

Richard threw both hands up as if Hal had drawn a gun on him. "Hey, boss, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. As for the questioning and criticizing, I thought I was being helpful; you know, like a sounding board."

"I don't need a fucking sounding board. I need a good lieutenant that says 'Yes Sir' and follows orders."

"Yes Sir! What are your orders?"

"Check on that rig. Make sure it's good and strong. Get me a good, limber rod from Jim's collection. I want it long, thin, and swishy."

"Swishy?" Richard suddenly realized he was doing it again, threw his hands up, and said, "No! That wasn't a question. I know what swishy is. I'll get a long, thin, swishy one. Anything else?"

"No, but now I need a sounding board." Richard's eyes rolled back when Hal turned his back, pacing before him. "I have to hurt the girl. She has to scream and cry real tears. The kid is tough, Richard. She takes what Jim dishes out in stride. I'm thinking of whipping her between the legs, hard."

Richard made a pained expression, then said, "I don't like that idea, boss. They'll turn on you if you do that, especially the females. Perverted is one thing, cruelty another. No, I'm dead set against that idea, if you really want my opinion."

Hal stopped his pacing, turned his head to look at Richard, smiled, and said, "Thank you. I believe you have work to do."

Richard bowed out. As he passed by Marge's desk, she asked him what was wrong. Richard looked behind to ensure the door was closed, then softly said, "Hal is turning into a god damned prima donna. He thinks he's the fucking emperor. He's got us all steppin' and fetchin'. He has you procuring little girls for him. He has Emily prepping them for screwing. Did you know he's making money selling Stephanie's pussy?"

"I don't think she cares now that her kids and her husband know."

"How do you like arranging his kiddie sessions?"

"I'm just doing my job."

"Yeah, Hitler's boys tried that one. They hanged at Nuremburg. You have a ten-year-old girl. Did you put her on the list?"

"He's met Karen. I had to. Ben has a twelve-year-old. She's on it too."

"Does Ben know?"

"Yes, I told him I'd have a lapse of memory if he wanted me to. Hal's never met Judy. Ben told me to put her on, and you know how Ben adores his Judy."

"If you guys think he will treat you special because you're staff, forget it. Yesterday, he pulled Stephanie's girl out of class and told her to go to the maintenance room. There were five men waiting for her with hard-ons. He then brought Stephanie and me along to watch them gang bang the kid. He was getting off more by making Stephanie watch. He made Stephanie take her clothes off and masturbate to it."

"And you were incensed. Is that what you're trying to tell me?"

"No, I got off on it. God damn, Marge, her kid is a real cutie, and Stephanie is no pig. I'm only a man."

"Rapists use that one, but they still go to jail."

"True. That man is headed for a fall, Marge. He's on a long slippery ramp wearing roller-skates, and we're all hanging onto his belt."

"So let go."

"I can't, we're moving too fast."

"Then enjoy the ride while it lasts."

Richard smiled. "Marge, you make a good sounding board. Hal needs you to bounce his words off. Have I screwed you yet?"

"Twice, you fucker!"

"Put a note on my desk and remind me to give you another poke." Marge laughed and threw a staple puller at him as he tried to duck out.

Marge waited until he was clear of the office, then leaned to the intercom and said, "He's gone. Shall I turn the intercom off, now?"

"You did good, Marge. Come in here."

Marge turned the intercom off, took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and stood. She came up to the side of Hal's desk. Hal leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his neck, a Cheshire Cat smile on his face. He stared straight ahead for a few seconds, then rolled his eyes to Marge. He made her nervous by simply staring. She said, "Is there something you want?"

He didn't respond right away. Marge fidgeted with her fingers. "You know, it just occurred to me that I've never seen you naked. Get naked, Marge." He moved his eyes to face front. Marge took another deep breath, then dutifully began removing clothes. She stripped completely without Hal once looking over. When he did, she blushed.

Hal made her step back and stand with her feet apart. He visually examined every inch of her body. Her breasts were big and saggy; her body had twenty pounds too much flab, and her hips and thighs needed a workout, but she was not a bad looking example of the female form. She was a Rubenesque woman. Three hundred years ago, she would have been the ultimate woman. Hal told her to turn facing away. She turned. "Move your feet out wider and touch your toes."

"This is embarrassing, Hal."

Hal didn't comment. Marge assumed the embarrassing pose. Hal stared at one of the biggest pussies he'd ever seen. By contrast to the tiny cunts he was used to, Marge's twat was a novelty. She had a cunt that horses had wet dreams about. He got up and crossed the short distance to her, bent, and looked closely, pulling at the lips and clit like an old gynecologist might. He stood and fingered her with one hand on her lower back to aid her balance as a sports doctor might perform a hernia exam.

Hal became aware of his erection, so he drew it out and slipped it in her pussy. He gave her a few full strokes, then pulled out and put it back in his pants. He slapped her ass and said, "All right, get up."

Hal returned to his chair. Marge faced him, with a deep blush. "May I get dressed now?"

"No. Marge, I want to start my day off right tomorrow morning. I want you to set it up. Have Ben bring in Judy; you bring Karen. Have Emily prep them. I want short dresses only. You know the routine. You and Ben will, of course, be present. Shave your pussy and keep it shaved from now on."

Marge was turning pale. Her knees looked weak. A plea or mild protest was trying to form behind her lips. Hal waited. When nothing emerged, he said, "Is there a problem?"

"Please don't, Hal. Karen is too young and innocent, and it would kill Ben to see Judy being used by a man. I'm begging you."

"I'd be doing you two a disservice by not initiating your two kids into the wonderful world of adult sex. I'd be depriving you and Ben of the years of joy they can bring you. No, it will do you all good; besides, it's what I want. You may go now." Marge, trembling, reached for her clothes. "Leave those where they are. You need to get over your inhibitions."

"Hal, no, please!"

Hal came to her and took her gently by the elbow, saying, "I've arranged something special to help you take your mind off of being naked. I think you'll like it." He opened the door and led Marge into her office reception area. Marge shrank back in a crouch when she saw Emily, Pam, Ben, Stephanie, and three maintenance men waiting. Hal led her behind her desk and said, "What do you think. Ain't she a beaut?"

Marge's mouth dropped, and her eyes shot wide. They'd replaced her cushioned swivel chair with a wooden one. In the center of the seat stood a phallus, a big phallus. It was a foot-long, India rubber dick with a three-inch diameter head and a two and one half inch shaft that grew to four inches at the base. The monster cock was lined with bulging veins and looked terribly obscene and menacing. The cock came up through a hole in the seat with the edges finely sanded and polished. She also noted a separate item that looked like a deep V'ed shoehorn fastened to the seat at the forward edge of the cock. Hal pushed her toward the obscene chair and said, "Give it a test ride."

Marge stared at the device, looked around for a sympathetic eye, saw nothing but suppressed smiles and a few unsuppressed smiles, returned her eyes to the cock, then turned pleading eyes to Hal. "Try it out, Marge. We went to a lot of trouble and expense to make you happy. Let's see some gratitude. Hop on!" When she still hesitated, he added in a firm, authoritative voice, "I said, hop on."

Marge, seeing no way out, moved to straddle the chair, then gingerly let her legs bend until the hard rubber indented her pussy. The cock was well-lubricated with KY jelly, so her lips were easily plowed apart. She sank lower and lower, taking half without too much discomfort, then eased the six remaining inches in gradual steps. When her weight fully rested on the seat, her clit rested in the shiny metal cradle. Marge's eyes glazed over, and she stared off in space.

"Nice, huh? Wait till you see this. Pam, go to my console and hit the 'K' switch."

Marge looked up to Hal with a big question in her eyes. Hal simply smiled back. There was an audible hum as Marge convulsed and stiffened. The cock was moving inside her. It went down into the seat of the chair a good four inches before returning two inches more than it started out, vibrating softly as it moved within her body in a six-inch stroke. The last inch lifted her off the seat. The action continued at a steady pace--the pace of a good screwing.

Marge gave Hal a look that plainly said, "You devious bastard."

Hal smiled as her eyes crossed and her head began to loll from side to side. She slumped in her chair, her arms and legs turning to mush. Her tits jostled every time the cock came up. Marge was beyond caring as everyone gathered in close to peer over her desk from all sides. Her knees remained wide apart and her head fell back on the chair's low headrest. Like the headrest on a dentist's chair, it cupped the back of her head but served no purpose when sitting upright. She languished on the device, staring up at the ceiling with a dreamy expression and the beginnings of a smile.

Hal let her dream for a few minutes, then called out, "Give her a shot of 'G'."

Marge yelped and jerked as a sharp, hard buzz hit her clit. The sound was much louder than her buzzer for the intercom. At first, she thought she'd been shocked. The metal horn was attached to a fast and energetic little motor that made her smile once she realized what had happened. Hal said, "That's how I'll be buzzing you from now on, Marge."

Marge rolled her head to take him in, then uttered, "I'll come when you call." Everyone laughed.

"Turn the 'K' off and hit 'L', Pam."

"Jesus, what now?" Instantly, she knew. The cock began to rotate in place and the top six inches bent at a fifteen degree angle. "Oh God!" The viewers could see the bulge made by the head of the cock as it made its pass across the front wall of her vagina, leaving its impression on the skin of her abdomen. She stared at the moving bulge, looking like a puppy under a bedsheet, then placed her hands on her belly to feel it. The bent dildo made one revolution every five seconds. "Fuck, this feels fantastic!"

"Hit all three, Pam. Let's put this woman out of her misery."

"AHHHH! OHHHHH! OH FUCK! OH SHIT!"

With the bent cock going in and out while turning, and with the clit stimulator buzzing away, Marge became delirious. Five seconds of this and she was cumming like a teeny bopper on a prom night gang bang, bouncing and jerking, screaming out her release, "Oh, yes! Oh, god yes! Please! Stop! No more."

"Kill the 'L'." The buzzing stopped. Marge slumped. "Okay, kill the 'K'." The fucking stopped, leaving her with a cunt full of rotating cock. She held her hand up to stop Hal from calling out again. Her look said, "A few more minutes, please."

Slowly, Marge regained her composure. She looked spent and happy. She said, "Okay, kill the whatever."

"Kill the 'G', Pam." All motion stopped. "Well, how do you like our present?"

"Couldn't you tell. If I have to work in the nude, sitting on this thing, I won't get much done, especially if you start fiddling with those switches."

"You don't have much to do anyway."

"You don't see one tenth of my work. By the way, I noticed you skipped a few letters. You have 'G', 'K', and 'L'. Where's 'H' and 'I'?"

"Hit 'H', Pam."

Marge jolted sharply, jumping three inches while yelling. She grabbed her cunt with both hands, her eyes wide open. She'd received a powerful jolt of electricity through the clit horn into her clit. Hal said, "That's to see you get your work done. 'I' is the switch I throw if you fail. Would you like a sample of 'I'?"

"No, please. I'm not curious anymore."

"But we must test the system on its intended subject. Look around you. They want to see the system fully tested."

Marge did look, and they did want it tested. Knowing Hal would get his way, she gingerly settled her clit into the cradle and braced for a bigger shock. She nodded. Hal yelled, "Give her 'I', Pam."

The metal horn folded on Marge's clit like a vise, making her scream and grab her pussy. To make things worse, the cock emerged to its fullest, stretching her clit to its fullest, also stretching her vocal chords to their limit. Hal had to go to his office and give Pam the stop signal. When the cruel device released her, and the cock settled back two inches, Marge was in tears, examining her clit. She immodestly placed her feet on the edge of her desk and pulled her fleshy cunt lips open, ignoring the six people who leaned over her desk on their elbows to look between her legs along with her.

Pam joined the others, squeezing in for the closest look. Marge held herself open to give them a good view of the base of the cock stretching her cunt to the limit, and showing off her huge red clit. Pam reached out and ran her fingers along the rim of Marge's tightly-stretched cunt lips, then softly stroked the clit, saying, "Well, 'I' seems to be working fine. How's your clit, Marge?"

Marge obviously enjoyed exposing herself in such a vulgar pose, and thoroughly enjoyed the soft stroking of her clit. She continued holding her pose, saying, "I guess it's all right, but you have no idea how much you hurt me. Damn, you, Hal. Clits aren't made to take abuse like that. They are extremely sensitive."

"Yes, we saw that. I suppose the bigger they are, the more sensitive, huh?"

"I would go along with that." Pam kept up her soothing strokes. Marge held her pose, adding, "Do you plan to make me work in this chair, stark naked from now on?"

This was more a request than a query, so Hal said, "Yes, I do."

"You'll ruin my pussy. My husband won't like that."

"That's not my problem. Have him switch to another hole."

"He'll like that. He's been after me to make the switch for twelve years."

"A good wife would have done so twelve years ago."

"A good husband would have a bigger dick."

Everyone laughed. Pam ran her fingers along the lips of Marge's pussy, even pushing under to get to the rear part. Marge tolerated this lewd and very personal affront to her modesty, as though the brash young woman had a right to do this to her. Pam had her hand under Marge's ass trying to get her finger inside with the cock, but failing. She said, "If you ask me, this pussy is already ruined for any cock I ever saw."

She moved her finger back along the crack of Marge's ass and probed her anus, causing Marge to grimace, but not comment. Pam got her middle finger deep in and said, "She can still be a good wife, though. She has a nice tight asshole." Her bright eyes turned up to Marge and said, "Is it virgin?"

"Yes."

Pam turned her head to look at Hal. With a devilish grin, she said, "You're not going to let her take a virgin asshole home to her husband, are you?"

"No, I don't think I will. Marge, lie over your desk and reward these men for the fine work they did. Gary, since you invented this thing, you get to pop her butt cherry."

Marge made a groan of resignation, but slowly brought her legs down and got a footing to lift herself free of the cudgel. Pam did not remove her hand, but did remove the finger from Marge's ass. As her cunt climbed the shaft, Pam's fingers followed its progress. When Marge stood free of the monster, Pam inserted her fist. Marge held herself in place and, though she liked what Pam did, she turned to Hal and said, "I can't reward anyone if she won't let me go."

"Come on, Pam. You've had your fun."

Pam removed her hand and Marge stepped free. Everyone cleared the desk as Marge came around to the front. With resignation, she laid over its long axis and gripped the edges with her ass up in offering. Gary had his cock out at the ready, stepped up, and slowly entered her virgin hole. For a first-time ass fuck, Marge took it well. Gary was no monster cocksman, being a little over six inches, but he was fairly thick. The other two had bigger cocks. Marge checked them out while she took her screwing like a good wife.

Pam was more interested in the device than the butt fucking. She ran her hands all over it, then suddenly hoisted her skirt above her waist and straddled the chair. All eyes were on her shaved beaver as she sat, taking the head in with a groan. Four inches was all she could handle, but she bounced on those four, keeping her skirt up high, showing off her pretty cunt--her pretty stuffed cunt.

Marge drained the first cock and the second almost drained her. He felt much bigger, though his was eight inches, just two inches bigger than the first. The difference was in the head. Number two had a big head, twice as big as Gary's, almost as big as the one Pam had up her twat. That big head packed her poop deep in her colon. Though the feeling was good once she adjusted, she knew she'd never cum from a butt fucking. Her ass provided a service, a reward for some, a marital substitute for others.

She began to wonder what her life would be like under the new working conditions. She had resolved not to resist anything Hal wanted after the demonstration he gave them with Estelle Greyson. She was in no position to fight power like that, and no one could blame her for not fighting. Her family was more vulnerable than most. With two college-bound sons and a daughter with college promise, with a heavily mortgaged home, and with her husband nearing retirement eligibility from Greyson Industries, quitting her job or moving away was never an option.

She watched Pam's pussy as it rode the end of her chair's cock. "Funny," she thought, "I already think of that thing as 'my cock'." It was, in fact. Hal made it hers by ruining her cunt for flesh cocks. Her pussy wasn't ruined yet, but it would be if she spent day after day impaled on the cudgel. She wondered what that would be like, mounting that cock every time she returned to her seat. Her job required her to constantly go from file cabinets, to coffee maker, to one office or another. And what about visitors, she pondered.

The outer office was away from the general school population, no one walked through or entered without business, usually a set appointment. Sooner or later, everyone did enter, and sooner or later most parents entered. How could she let herself be seen in such a state, or hide the fact that she sat with a huge rubber cock up her cunt?

A bank of eight chairs lined two walls, but often times it was standing room only in her office that doubled as a waiting area for the other offices. Teachers, students, parents, students with parents, students with teachers, and parents with teachers often waited long to see Ben, Stephanie, Richard, or Hal. They had business at her desk, and often crowded her desk filling out forms and offering papers to file. They'd see what was making her squirm.

When they were busy, would Hal buzz her and make her come to him? Would she be forced to lift free of the cock so everyone could see what was in her. Could she walk before them with her gaping cunt, smeared with her juices, then return and mount the device while they watched the thick instrument slip in easily. Yes, she decided, Hal would do that; and yes, she would have no choice.

Her mind played over the possibilities while the second man screwed her ass. Would he flip the three switches that would drive her crazy, making her lie back with her feet on the desk, moaning foul words like a slut, making her show off her clit and her over-stuffed cunt? Sure he would. She knew he would, and if she did not perform to his satisfaction, if she did not expose her genitals in a lewd enough fashion, if she did not spread her lips wide and toy with her clit, if she did not show those innocent onlookers how much she loved his gift, there was always switches 'H' and 'I'.

Marge's hand went to her clit and she figured a way to cum with a cock up her ass. As her finger massaged her clit, she thought about her children. Two were students in her school and visited the office without business almost every day. Barry, a senior, and David, a sophomore, fine strapping lads with tight asses and cum-stained BVDs that smelled like ambrosia if she kept her nose away from the skid marks. She rubbed harder while imagining them standing in the doorway, watching with tented jeans.

They'd never seen her naked, maybe a swell of breast under a loosely held robe, or inner thighs, panties stretched tight over her full-lipped cunt. She didn't always sit like a lady at home, especially with her boys on the floor while she had her face buried in a magazine to avoid having to catch them stealing looks at the slowly spreading wet spot that made her panties transparent.

They'd soon see her pussy naked, see everything, in fact, nipples, clit, her stuffed pussy hole, maybe even her asshole if they caught her handing out rewards. They could walk in at that very moment. Anyone could. The door wasn't locked and her ass was turned to the door. She rubbed harder as number two washed her bowels with sperm. Number three was nice. He entered with ease. On her left, Pam was frigging her clit.

Looking at Pam's young pussy reminded Marge of her daughter, Karen, and the appointment they had in the morning. Marge accepted the inevitable when she put Karen's name on the list. Her hand shook when she wrote the name, but steadied after long hours contemplating the reality. She pictured Hal's big cock fucking her little Karen. The image was a bizarre one for a mother to contemplate. She'd seen many young girls go into Hal's office. None came out crying, but they all walked funny. Most looked drained but euphoric, like the heavens opened up to them and they saw god's face. Some had semen running down their little legs which they didn't try to hide.

Marge wondered how Karen would look afterward. Would she lose her inhibitions? Would she let the semen show? Would she take to going without panties and showing her pussy to strange men? Would she become a cock hungry little whore. Would she try to sneak to secluded spots to let men fuck her or suck their cocks? More importantly, would her mother look the other way, or would she be there to wipe her pussy dry with a loving smile? Marge knew she could be that type of mother if Hal was as good at seducing young girls as he appeared to be. If he could convert Karen and conquer her inhibitions, she would love to have a little whore around the house that liked having her pussy licked, fucked, fingered, and played with. Karen might grow up to be like Pam.

Marge liked Pam. The girl was so full of the juices of life. Everything was a dirty adventure for her. If ever there was a female to try lesbian love with, Pam was that female for Marge. She longed to lick the girl from anus to belly button, even after a good fuck. Pam was always a fun person to have sharing her office. She had a little desk off to the side. Everyone else had a private office. Pam would add to her humiliation, Marge was certain of that. She'd already demonstrated her ability, and Marge showed her how she would respond--she'd do nothing to stop her, nothing at all. Two loads of sperm pouring down her legs and a cock up her virgin ass was proof of that.

Marge didn't look over when the door opened and she heard two people gasp, one saying, "Holy shit! Sorry"

Stephanie said, "No, come on in. It's just getting good."

Two more sets of eyes joined the others who were watching her wiggle her ass on the plunging cock while frigging her clit. Pam got off the chair dick and boldly sat on the desk with her legs out wide. She scooted up under Marge's head. One whiff of her pussy and Marge grabbed the girl by the ass, pulling her face in tight. Pam held her by the ears, giggling, while being licked ravenously.

Marge ate the girl's pussy like a starving hound at first, but settled into a loving, licking, probing, sucking cunt worship. Pam planted her feet and heaved up her pelvis, grinding her cunt in the older woman's face, putting on a show for those watching. "Suck my cunt. Yes, you love my pussy, don't you? You love sucking my tight, young cunt. Look at her go! Eat that pussy, Marge!"

Marge knew she should have been repulsed and offended by the way Pam was wiping her cunt all over her face, but she was not repulsed in the least, and certainly not offended. Her mouth chased after the moving target with her tongue fully out, proving Pam right before witnesses.

Number three discharged his load without Marge taking much notice. She was too busy chasing pussy. She noticed when he pulled out and left her with a hollow feeling. She knew the eyes were feasting on her ass and hanging pussy, still gaping open, sucking air. She didn't care. She heard Stephanie coaxing someone to step up and take a turn. Marge wiggled her ass invitingly. Stephanie coaxed more. Marge wiggled more, reaching back with both hands and prying her cheeks apart.

She relaxed when she felt the head push in and the shaft slither home. Balls slapped her baggy cunt as she returned her attentions to Pam's pussy. Pam held her pussy still for the sucking, so Marge concentrated on her clit, trying to make her cum. She froze when she heard Stephanie say, "That's it, Barry, fuck her ass good."

BARRY? Marge's head slumped in Pam's beaver. Pam ruffled her hair and said, "That's right. Your son is butt fucking you, Marge. Isn't that exciting? Come on. Don't stop now. Make me cum. I want to cum when Barry shoots his sperm up your ass."

Pam used her fingers to flick her clit over Marge's nose, saying, "Come on, get your mouth on my clit and suck. You know you want to. That's a good girl. Suck hard on my clitty. If you make me cum when your son cums in your ass, I'll stay here and let you lick up all my pussy juice. Oh, yes, you like that idea. Ride that cock, Mommy. Kept that ass moving. Yes, play with your pussy and cum with us."

Marge went wild, humping her ass on Barry's cock, frigging her pussy, and sucking Pam's moving clit. Marge was first to cum. Her cunt-muffled wails and wild gyrations triggered Barry's orgasm. Barry triggered Pam's when he cried out, "I'm cumming, Mom! I'm cumming in your ass."

Pam heaved and bucked against the mouth on her clit, but Marge held her fast in a tight lip-lock. She rode out the girl's orgasm, then lapped at her hole when Pam fell back, exhausted. Pam's upper body hung off the edge of the desk, her hands and long hair reaching the floor. Were it not for Marge clutching her firmly by the hip bones, she would have gone over.

Marge lapped at the girl's pussy in her doubled back position, but Pam had no strength to lift herself up, and rather enjoyed the lewd position. Marge had pushed Pam's skirt past the navel, so those watching had a good look at her naked lower half--her best half. Barry pulled out of his mom's sloppy ass for a better look at Pam's best half. He'd be able to see the best of the best half if his mother's face weren't buried in it to the ears. Still, that was a sight in itself.

Pam was in a giddy mood, a silly showing-off mood. She had a room full of admirers, a mother feasting on her cunt, and a mother's son with a drippy dick watching everything. She brought both legs up, pointing her high-heeled toes at the ceiling, crossed at the ankle. This forced Marge's head out of her crotch, but presented her with a tight slit to lick. Pam's legs were stunningly sexy. She drew one pointed toe down the front of the other leg, then fanned both legs out to the horizontal, doing the spits, giving everyone a good look at her pussy yawning wide before Marge dove on it.

She repeated this act with variations, then rolled onto her stomach and hauled herself up on hands and knees. Marge followed the rolling cunt, never losing contact. Pam bent low and spread her arms out flat on the desk, pressing her breasts to the desk as well. Marge found herself licking a cunt with her face in Pam's ass. She heard the snickers and giggles, but said to herself, "What the hell," and began licking ass. She licked the anus then speared the wrinkled rosebud with her pointed tongue. Pam gave a wiggle and let out a pleasing moan.

Pam stood up on her wide-spread knees and clenched her buttocks, effectively denying Marge access to anything unless she were willing to roll onto her back and get her head under. A woman with no clothes on in a room full of people would have to be pretty desperate to place herself in such a pose. The edge of the desk would dig into the upper part of her ass, forcing her crotch out in vulgar display. The backward reach would thrust up her tits, and everyone would see her mouth, lips, and tongue servicing a young woman's vagina. They'd see her throat muscles working to swallow the woman's youthful spend.

Yes, a woman would have to surrender all dignity to do such a thing, especially with her son looking on and her beaver facing the door. Marge didn't want to surrender that much. She'd surrendered too much as it was. Still, she wanted that dripping pussy, so close, but so out of reach. She twisted her head and reached out with her tongue, but Pam kept the lips from her reach. Finally, in frustration, Marge rolled onto her back and slid underneath. Pam lifted slightly to assist, then placed her hands on her knees and ground her cunt on the woman-without-dignity's mouth.

This is the scene that the Cooper family walked in on. Tony, Barbara, and their daughter, Sarah, were early for their eleven o'clock appointment with Stephanie. They were there to talk about a college scholarship for their senior girl. Before they could back out, Stephanie ushered them to chairs facing Marge's beaver, just four feet away from the center seat. They watched Pam's beaver grinding on the face that lapped hungrily at the open cleft. Marge's legs hung open, showing all she had, her legs running with sperm from her asshole.

The three startled visitors sat like automatons, not saying a word, just staring as Stephanie, acting with professional detachment said, "As you can see, Marge is busy at the moment. When she's through, she has forms for you to fill out. This shouldn't take much longer. Just relax. We have magazines and coffee if you'd like. If you smoke, I can get you an ash tray." She got no reply. "Well, let me know if you need anything."

Marge heard this and knew the family. Sarah was a college bound honor student, an attractive, bookish, short-haired girl, rather shy. Being a senior, she was out of Jim Groves' reach, but Richard Wright wanted her, and wanted her badly. Her parents weren't well off, but were hard working. Both held unskilled jobs at the Greyson plant. Without the scholarship funds there would be no college for Sarah, and Richard dispensed those scholarships, or more accurately, could see that they were not dispensed.

Richard was out to impregnate Sarah. Everyone on the staff knew it. Sarah knew it. She told her parents, so they knew it, too. Marge brought one hand down and showed the Cooper family what a big clit she had, wishing Richard were there to see their expressions--wishing she could see them. Pam looked over her shoulder, saw the Coopers, and really hammed up her act.

She thrust her legs out straight to the sides and raised herself to offer them a full crotch shot. She looked like a gymnast preparing to do a handstand from the splits position. With her hands flat on the desk on either side of Marge's head, she raised her cunt up obscenely, aimed right at the three Coopers. Marge had to stretch up to lick the girl's slit.

Pam's thoughts were on Sarah. Richard had hounded Sarah from the start of the spring semester. He'd corner her in the hallway and cop a feel whenever their paths crossed. Once, he pulled her into the boy's room and held her while three boys felt her up. When Pam came on board, Sarah was the first girl she had to bring to Richard. At least once a week during her first month, Pam took Sarah from a class and delivered her to Richard's office where the two sexually harassed her, trying to get her to put out.

This was before Estelle came on the scene, so Richard could not simply rape a girl that proved difficult. They came awfully close, though. They forced her to strip, and they made her touch Richard's cock. They made her suck his cock twice, and once he dry fucked her against the wall, sliding his cock through her clenched thighs.

Sarah acted like she hated these sessions but came along quietly each time. She also told her parents each time. They complained bitterly, but Hal had deaf ears to their complaints. They stopped complaining after a month. Whether they recognized the futility, or whether they realized who managed the scholarships, Sarah underwent the harassment, and they tolerated what Sarah had to endure.

Sarah seemed resigned after her parents gave up. She not only went willingly, but would strip without being forced. She'd let them place her in any position, and would tolerate any abuse short of penile penetration. Usually, she'd end up flat on her back on his desk with Pam holding her bent knees flat to the desk top, while Richard rubbed his dick all over her cunt and ass and jacked off. Though this had a profound effect on the girl and made her juicy as hell, she never folded and let him fuck her. Richard would spend on her cunt, and Pam would stuff the sperm in her cunt. This is how they tried to get her pregnant. Even with Emily tracking the girl's ovulation cycle, her periods came right on schedule.

The Coopers watched the orgiastic display in silence, though all looked visibly affected. All had rosy blushes. When the two women parted after mutual orgasms, the maintenance men left. Hal went back to his office; Barry left; and Emily returned to her aid room. Pam sauntered over to Sarah as though her parents weren't there, lifted her chin and said, "Do you still have your cherry?"

Sarah blushed deeper and nodded. Pam just smiled, chucked her chin, and sauntered over to sit on a corner of Marge's desk. Stephanie came over and said, "There, she's all done. Let's get those bothersome papers filled out. Step over to Marge's desk, please."

The three rose as one and advanced toward the desk. When they saw what was behind the desk, they halted. Stephanie ushered them closer. They stood with the desk pressing against their thighs and watched as Marge straddled the hideous chair, centered the object at her opening and sank. The full length went in easily and Marge said, "All right, what can I do for these folks?"

Stephanie said, "They're here about the scholarship."

"Fine, fill these out." Hal peeked out his door, then shut it. Marge noticed and braced herself.

Stephanie set the three forms on the desk closer to Marge's side than theirs. Each leaned over and took up the pencil that laid on each form. Each froze when Marge moaned and clutched her pussy. They heard the hum of a motor, then saw movement coming from inside Marge's lower abdomen. Marge sank back in her chair, laid her head in the head rest, then lifted her feet to the desk top, bracketing the three forms between her feet.

The Coopers froze, mesmerized by the sight. In her lay-back, spread beaver position, her clit was not in contact with the metal clit stimulator, but the position afforded a good view of the penetration. Marge stimulated her own clit with the fingers of her right hand. They could see the cock slowly revolving in the confines of her stretched cunt lips and could follow the movement of the head as it made a moving swell cross her abdomen. Suddenly, the cock began its in and out motion as well, and Marge cried out, "Oh God, yes! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy."

Stephanie and Pam exchanged smiles. The Coopers were transfixed. No pencil moved, and no Cooper moved. The Coopers were all eyes, and those eyes were all over the place where rubber met the whore. They watched Marge reach an earth-shattering climax, then Stephanie pushed the forms away and said, "I think we can dispense with this formality. Let's go into my office."

[Follow them by reading the story, "Unnatural Acts".]

Pam, Marge, and Ben were left alone in the quiet office. Marge was still recovering from her climax. Pam sat cross legged so that Ben could see her beaver. Ben was staring at her beaver. He smiled when she caught him staring, then said, "I've never seen a woman lose her inhibitions so quickly or so thoroughly."

Pam said, "Who, her or me?"

Ben glanced at Marge's beaver and said, "Both, actually, but I meant you in particular. Marge has no choice; you seem to live for opportunities."

"I guess I do. You seem to like the new me."

"I do, very much. You are a beautiful, sexy young woman."

"Why thank you, Ben. This is the first time you've noticed me. I thought you were a stone man. Don't you mess around? Are you always all business?"

"I've never cheated, no, but I'm no stone man. Around here, that would be cause for dismissal."

Marge began tuning-in to their conversation, remembering the earlier discussion she had with Hal. She almost hated to bring up the subject, especially in front of Pam, but the opportunity may not present itself again. Ben was frequently out of contact. She brought her legs down and sat up. Ben and Pam looked over. "I hate to interrupt your conversation, but I have something to pass along from Hal. It's for you, Ben. It's about Judy."

Ben's face fell. "No, Marge, please don't say it."

"I'm sorry, Ben. He told me this morning. He wants her and my Karen, tomorrow morning. We're both to be present."

Ben took to pacing the floor. Pam smiled. Marge tried to convey a message with her eyes that this was not a smiling occasion. Pam ignored her and said, "Ben, how old is Judy? Is she cute?"

"She's twelve, and yes, she's cute, too cute for her own good."

"How cute? Does she have tits yet?"

"Please, Pam, not now. I need to think."

Marge added, "Yes, Pam, we could both use some time alone. There must be someone you haven't shown your pussy to."

"Maybe, but this is much more interesting. Come on, Ben. What's there to think about? You're going to bring her. Hal is going to fuck her. You're going to watch him fuck her, so get over it. Tell me about Judy. Does she have tits?"

Ben looked to Marge. Marge shrugged. "Yes, just starting. Buds I think they're called."

"Tittie buds. Yeah, that's a good name for them. So, does she run around the house naked, flashing you her tittie buds?"

"No, Pam. Sorry, but we're just plain ordinary people."

"What about your wife, isn't she fucking anybody?"

"I don't think so."

"You're not sure, though."

"No man is ever sure, but Ruth isn't the type; at least, I don't think she is."

"We're all the type if the right cock comes along. They don't call us the weaker sex for nothing. Take Marge. She doesn't look the type to let her son fuck her in the ass or the type that likes to eat a girl's pussy in a crowd, but she is." Marge blushed at the memory. Pam went on, "I've met Ruth. She's fucking somebody. She doesn't wear those short skirts and show that much cleavage to get your attention. Your wife is a sexy woman. She's trolling for a stiff cock. I know damn well she gets plenty of nibbles and a woman like her lands what nibbles. She's a horny bitch."

"I don't pry into Ruth's affairs."

"Well put. Was that one of those Freudian slips?"

"Hum, maybe it was. I'll have to think about that. You're probably right about Ruth. I don't like to think about it. I turn a blind eye on her suspicious comings and goings. I don't see things I don't want to see. What one doesn't know for a certainty can't hurt one, can it?"

"One, maybe, but a dozen? She's out fucking her brains out, isn't she?"

"I don't know that to be a fact."

"You mean, you've never actually caught her with a stiff dick up her twat, right."

"No, I never have."

"I get the picture. Stop me when I'm wrong. You often answer the phone and get a man saying he has the wrong number or no answer at all, something that rarely happens to Ruth. She goes out shopping and returns long after shops have closed. You've found condoms, sometimes used ones."

"I have not found condoms, new or used."

"All right, then you've found semen stains or wet semen on her clothing, panties, hair, the car seat, her side of the bed, her favorite spot to sit."

Ben thought, then said, "Not in her hair."

"Ben, you married a whore, now tell me about Judy. Does she know her mother is whoring around?"

Ben paced, ran his fingers through his hair, and said, "I don't know. Maybe. I suppose she might. Yes, damnit! Yes she knows. That stupid whore has Judy covering for her. God, if she would just keep her whoring out of our home, everything would be fine. I'd never bother her about it, but to screw a perfect stranger in our marital bed with a twelve-year-old girl keeping watch for her father. God damnit, that just isn't right."

Pam excitedly rubbed her hands together and said, "Oh, this is getting juicy. Has she seen them fucking? Is Ruth open about it, or does she sneak off and lock herself behind closed doors?"

"I wouldn't know."

"There's only two types: those who hide, and those who show off. There is no in-between. Now, what type is Ruth?"

"She's definitely a show off type. Even with me she likes to do it with the lights on and the door open. She likes getting caught."

"Wonderful, then Judy has seen it all."

"Yes. She's probably been in the same room with them."

"That's great news, Ben. Tomorrow will be a cinch for her. She knows the score; hell, she's probably no cherry. Is Ruth the sharing type?"

"No... Ruth wouldn't... would she?"

"She strikes me as the type. Sex is fun. She likes to please her man. If she's with one that likes bringing the kid in on the fun, Ruth would go along, trust me. Judy has sucked cock and been fucked. She might even be a three-holer."

"A what?"

"Mouth, pussy, and asshole--a three holer."

"Oh, no, that can't be. Ruth wouldn't... not with a twelve-year-old, not with her own daughter."

"She would, and you know it. Did you discuss the possibility that Hal might want Judy."

"Yes."

"She took it in stride would be my guess. She probably told you that you had no choice, that you had a bigger responsibility winning bread for the family, that Judy would survive, right?"

"Yes, she said all of that and more. That's amazing, Pam. How could you know that?"

"It goes with everything else." Pam hopped down and went to Ben. She placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and said, "Relax, have fun with it. Think how bad things would be if she were the other type and wanted you to quit your job, pack up, and move away."

"You know, you're right. What you say makes sense. I am fortunate. If what you said about Judy is correct, then this won't traumatize her."

"Traumatize her? Even if she is a cherry, she's dying to try what she's seen. Any twelve-year-old girl wants to try fucking. It's only the fear of getting pregnant or of her parents finding out that stops her. If the parent says fuck, they're ready, willing, and very able. They've been stuffing things up their twat since the age of six. I know I was."

Marge said, "She's right, Ben. Little girls think about fucking as much, if not more, than boys of the same age. I was ready by twelve. If my parents had said have at it, I'd have dropped and spread in the beat of a heart, for anyone, even Dad, even a dog."

"So, you're not worried about Karen?"

"I'm a bit concerned because she has shown no interest in sex or her body. She's overly inhibited for a prepubescent girl. Girls don't get shy about their bodies until hair, hips, and tits start popping out from everywhere. Karen is not cut from the common mold of eight-year-old girls. I'm just hoping Hal knows how to bring her type out. We'll see, won't we?"

"I suppose we will. Should we prepare them, tell them what's going to happen?"

"No, absolutely not. Let Hal win them over. My sister in California had something like this happen to her daughter, Amanda. They were camping in the mountains. Her husband and a friend went to climb a mountain for two days and left her with Amanda and two boys. Three big burly woodsmen broke into their cabin and forced her to entertain them using Amanda. They fucked that kid every which way. My sister had sex with her, and so did Amanda's brothers. She was beaten, lightly tortured, pissed on, and terribly abused. She ended up pregnant."

"Jesus Christ!"

Pam said, "Cool!"

Marge said, "Now that was as traumatic a first experience as any young girl can go through, and my sister swears she'd go through it again in a heart beat. She says the change in Amanda has been a blessing ever since. She's been after me to set up Karen for the past two years. Amanda had no preparation, so I don't think preparing them is necessary."

[Read about Amanda's ordeal in "Master of Ceremonies".]

"We have to tell them something."

"Don't send them in scared half to death. All I'm going to tell Karen is that Hal is the most important man in our lives. He controls our future, and we want to make him happy any way we can. I'm also going to tell her that Mommy does whatever Hal says. I have to tell her that because she'll see this chair and me working in the nude. She should infer from that what type of man Hal is, and how committed I am to doing whatever he says. That's how you should prepare Judy."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'll tell Judy. This is a hell of a coincidence, Marge, but I have a brother, the black sheep of our family, and he makes a living breeding other people's kids and selling their babies to infertile couples willing to pay big bucks to have a baby of their own."

Marge said, "Where's the coincidence?"

"He has been after me to let him knock Judy up. Don't you see? Your sister is pushing you to get something going with Karen; my brother is pushing me with Judy."

"Okay, that's a coincidence. Forget coincidence, tell me more about this brother of yours. Who would go along with such a scheme?"

"I doubt anyone would. He seduces young girls of well-to-do families who then seduce their parents into acts that he uses to blackmail them into cooperating. He has a string of what he calls breeders, girls from twelve to fifteen with parents who cooperate with him in getting their kid pregnant, then offering the baby for adoption. Gary gets the money; the infertile couple gets a baby; that's his business. I told him to go to hell."

"Is he local? I might want his number?"

"He is now. He had to leave Tucson in a hurry. He's starting over right here, and from what I hear, he's off to a good start."

"It was just a thought, but if Hal can hang in here long enough, I may have a breeder whether I like it or not."

[Read about Gary's unique business in "Perfect Angel". This story forms a major branch in Part Three, a branch that dips into the elementary school. A long chain of stories leads from Perfect Angel, but it's mostly about girls in the 11-13 age group, sexy teacher scenarios, some classroom bestiality, with parent/child incest being the central theme. If you like Perfect Angel, you'll like all the rest.]

"Thanks, both of you. You both gave me great advice and took a tremendous load off my mind."

Pam cupped his crotch and purred, "Wouldn't you like to take a load off another part of your body?"

Ben smiled, reached behind her and cupped her ass, saying, "As a matter of fact, I do."

Pam pulled up the back of her skirt so that his hand rested on bare ass and the two walked into his office. She paused before entering to smile back at Marge. Her smile said, "I got him first. Adjust my score."

Marge pulled out her notepad and placed another hash mark under Pam's name, bringing her four-day total to forty-eight. She also placed four hash marks under her own name, bringing her total to four. Remembering the short pussy dip Hal took in his office, she drew a diagonal line through the four and said, "Five, yes, that looks better. Two ahead of Emily, but seventeen behind Stephanie. Look out Stephanie."

She looked between her legs and patted the base of her rubber cudgel, saying, "I wish I could count you, Samson. I'd have them all beat by next Wednesday. Samson... Yes, that's a good name for you."

The door leading to the outer office burst open, startling Marge. Sam Mathews, a Sophomore history teacher, poked his head in and said, "Marge, you'd better get Hal, there's four boys raping Cindy Grey... Marge? What on earth?"

"Yes, I'm naked. Come in or go out. I have to remain this way either way."

Sam, a bit unsure, entered. He approached Marge's desk with equal caution, obviously wondering if she was totally naked. Marge said, "Yes, I'm naked down there too."

"Marge, what's going on?"

"It's Hal's orders. Go ask him. I just work here." Sam had moved to within a foot, leaning over her desk, and was slyly trying to look into her crotch. "Sam, stop acting like a little school boy. Look if you're going to look."

Sam stepped to the edge of the desk and looked, saying, "I just... well, I didn't... Marge... what is that?"

Marge laid her hands on the desk and stood up. "That's what it is, Sam. It's a god damn rubber dick." She sat back on the god damn rubber dick and fixed him with hard stare. "Now, what were you saying about a girl getting raped?"

"Uh, oh, Cindy Greyson is getting raped in the cafeteria... right now. I know who the boys are, too."

"That's fine, Sam. Hal will deal with it at his leisure."

"Don't you want their names?"

"Sam. Let me guess: Tommy, Cory, Jake, and Bubba. Was I close?"

"Why, yes. Did someone get here before me?"

"No, you're the only teacher dumb enough to walk out of a show like that."

"I thought Hal would want to know, but, if everything's under control, I'll head back."

"You do that, Sam. If you hurry, you might catch part of the second act." Marge flipped open her notepad and improvised, "Yes, act two is a butt fucking featuring Bubba and his foot-long black wonder dong." Marge had inadvertently opened the pad to her page and was looking at her five marks. "Uh, Sam... wait. I'm sorry I was so terse with you. I shouldn't have snapped. It's this thing, you understand. It has me all... you know."

"On edge?"

"No, horny. Sam, have you ever had a woman anally."

"Why, yes, yes I have."

"And do you like that method?" She stood and crossed over to him with a sexy sway to her step.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I found it quite pleasurable."

She hooked her arm in his and said, "The aid room is empty."

"All right. If you're sure we won't get in trouble."

"I'm sure." On the way past her desk, Marge leaned over, made a quick mark on the pad and said, "Six!"

"Six what?"

"Nothing. So, you're an ass man. Who'd have guessed?"

Sam flashed back to the monster cock she sat on so easily, looked behind her at her ample ass and the numerous semen trails running down the backs of her legs therefrom, and decided not to comment.

[Go home with Ben and Marge and see how they handle their daughters in "Pleasure Squared".]

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Minutes before Sam made his dramatic entry into the office, Cindy sat at a table in the center of the packed cafeteria. Stella, the dyke coach, joined her. She knew what was coming, but most of the eyes were on Sue Ellington and her daughter. The naked mother and child made quite a spectacle in a school lunchroom. Several kids tried to sit near Cindy, but Stella ran them off. She turned to Cindy and said, "It won't be long now. You're nervous, aren't you?"

"Like a virgin. There's so many people. I'm glad they're in here [indicating Sue and her daughter]. I wonder if Hal arranged that to make this easier."

"Nice thought, but you don't know Hal very well. Come on, you must be a little excited. I am."

"I can tell, but you're not about to be gang raped in front of half the school."

"Yes, but you are. Don't turn around; they're here. Dum ta dum dum."

"Oh, God! I can't believe this is happening. Last week I was a virgin running for the Junior Miss title, now I'm meat on a hook."

"Yes, but what meat. I think I'd better get up. Good luck, kid. Break a leg."

Cindy could only grin as Stella backed away and four big figures closed in around her. The ominous approach caught the attention of several people and word spread quickly. The din gradually quieted as heads turned toward Cindy.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Cindy Greyson in the flesh. You can't keep your figure eating slop like that. Where's your butler? Can't your old lady afford to bring you a decent meal?"

"Leave me alone, Tommy."

Tommy grabbed a handful of her long blond hair and yanked her head back until she was looking up into his smiling face. "You need some work on congeniality, bitch!"

"Let go! You're hurting me!"

Eight hands reached for her. Those hands dragged her onto the table and went separate ways with pieces of her dress. Kids backed away and a big circle formed with Cindy and the four guys in the center. They stripped her completely, then made a wish with her legs, showing her crotch to the crowd. Bubba pulled out his cock and stepped between her legs. A collective gasp went through two hundred throats, followed by a collective intake of breath as his cock drove into her in one steady hard plunge.

Cindy put on a good show of struggle, but surrendered before Bubba finished and another took his place. Each raped her in turn, then left her defiled body sprawled on the table, sperm pouring from her abused pussy, ass, and mouth.

Stella was the first to step up. Cindy looked into her smiling face. "You could at least close your legs."

"I can't move."

"Come on. You're work is done." To the students, she said, "Break it up. Don't you guys have food to eat? You'd think you never saw a naked, freshly fucked beauty queen before. Will one of you teachers give me a hand? Grab her feet. We'll carry this screwed beauty to Emily's aid room."

Four teachers carrying one limb a piece carried Cindy to the aid room through packed halls that moved along with them. Once inside, they realized they'd interrupted Marge and Sam. He pulled out of Marge's ass and hurriedly pulled up his pants as Stella stuck her head out the door to say, "Return to your classes. The show is over, children."

Turning to the aid room, she saw Marge, still lying face down on Emily's exam table with her ass out. "What have we here? Interrupt something?"

Marge stood up, the disappointment showing. Stella said, "Put her on the table. Where are the stirrups Emily puts on this table? Oh, there they are. Okay, set her feet in these. There we go. Now, isn't she pretty? Anybody want to fuck her? We can't mess her up more than she already is. Come on, Mr. Pruit. You want some of this fine, almost virgin pussy, don't you? It's only slightly used."

"I think I'd better be getting back to my classroom."

"How about you, Stan?"

"I'd better not. I think I'd better go, too."

"Sue Ellington, you look like a woman who likes a little pussy once in a while. You don't want to go back out there, dressed, or should I say, undressed like that, do you?"

"I think I have to. Hal's orders. I'm supposed to be in the cafeteria, and my daughter is in the hall, somewhere."

"I guess you better go then."

Sue left. Cindy, Stella, Marge, and Sam remained. Sam said, "I think I'd better go to." He slipped out.

Stella said, "Well, I guess it's just us girls. Eat her, Marge. I dare you."

"You eat her. I have work to do." She left.

Stella looked down on Cindy and said, "I thought they'd never leave."

"God, Stella. That was incredible."

"I thought so, too. Did you cum?"

"You couldn't tell? Three times."

"I thought so, but I wasn't sure. You made quite an impression."

"Those guys made an impression on me. I think I like rape."

"You do take to it well. You looked convincing. Even after you gave up fighting, it looked right. Those kids saw a gang rape. Hal will be pleased with the way you handled yourself. I wonder where Emily is. I suppose I could wash you myself. That's all she'll do. Fuck it; I'll do it. I don't know what they'd do without me around here."

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Ed Greyson had not been idle while all the illicit sex was going on around him. Actually, he hadn't been idle before. Estelle's success at manipulating people with her power simply gave him ideas and encouraged him to greater excesses. He saw opportunities at the plant and moved quickly to exploit them.

One such opportunity involved his chief of finance, a quiet, mousy man who happened to have the most luscious little twelve-year-old daughter that Ed had ever seen. Little Tammy Honeycut was a pervert's dream, and her father, Arthur Honeycut, was a manipulator's dream. Arthur often brought Tammy to work on weekends. She ran errands for him and the adorable little girl frequently came into contact with Ed in doing so.

Tammy captured Ed's fancy with her long, wavy brunette hair that reached to the small of her back, her big almond eyes that always looked sensuous even for a girl of twelve, and her full pouting lips that begged a cock to wrap themselves around. The kid was an early bloomer that had tits most grown women would settle for and hips that belonged on a sixteen-year-old. She was short for her age. Tammy's body looked like a grown woman's body in miniature, and the little mink always wore dresses on Saturday visits to the plant.

Ed and Arthur were not the only ones in the plant on Saturdays. Ed used the quiet Saturday mornings to confer with his key people. Seven men, one woman, and his sexy secretary were usually on hand and in his office for a casual meeting. For these gatherings, Ed pulled his leather chair from behind his massive desk and set the chair at the head of a circle of office chairs with no table between them. Only the secretary sat outside the ring, ready to take notes or replenish coffee cups.

No one in Ed's inner circle would dare raise an eyebrow, much less an objection at anything Ed did, and the meetings were often crude just to shock Amy Strong. Amy was a section leader who didn't really belong at these meetings reserved for top management. She was there simply because she was the most attractive female in any position of leadership. Amy was the most sought-after piece of ass in the plant, but also the hardest to crack. No one had ever penetrated her defenses to their knowledge.

Amy was happily married with three kids, active in the school and community, a real go-getter, eager to rise within the company with an eye toward becoming the first female manager ever at Greyson Industries.

Ed held that bait out to keep Amy in line, for one purpose of the Saturday sessions was to get Amy to loosen up. The men wanted Amy to be the executive slut. They did conduct some minor plant business to lend an air of credibility to their game. Amy knew the men were trying to seduce her, but her ego had her convinced that they also saw her as a potential executive. Ed's seduction technique was bold, as week after week, nothing she wore was sexy enough for him. Amy never let this bother her, because she saw the need to play ball with the big boys if she was ever to join their ranks.

Although she was willing to play ball, Amy was determined not to put out to advance. Gradually, she came to see little harm in dressing to please. Each meeting knocked down more of her defenses as she had to listen to the crudest jokes she'd ever heard, and laugh at them besides. Being the focus of their crude comments and teasing personal jibs also helped her loosen up.

In time, she took in stride the compliments about her big tits, hard bullet nipples, or fine ass. She was teased about the male workers she was fucking, female workers she was going down on, or were going down on her for favors. Amy took all these teasing taunts with good humor, and even played along without admitting or denying anything. There was nothing to admit, but she thought it best to let them think there was.

Slowly, over a period of weeks, Amy began feeling like one of the guys. As a consequence, Amy's dresses grew shorter and shorter until she wore dresses that could not hide her panties when she sat. She dispensed with wearing a bra under tight, form-fitting dresses, and had to change clothes at the plant, they were so short. The panties, too, grew more brief as she took to shopping Ginger's Beautique. In time, she even grew comfortable with letting her knees fall open in an unladylike posture, giving the men their fill of her barely hidden vagina, sometimes revealing a naked, shaved labia lip, shaved at Ed's suggestion.

The one aspect of their Saturday meetings that Amy found disturbing involved Tammy. Ed never let Tammy come or go without embarrassing the little girl. She was a frequent visitor, as Ed sent requests to Arthur for financial reports that Tammy always delivered. The reports were never needed or discussed, so their purpose was apparent to everyone. Little Tammy was the purpose. With a twelve-year-old of her own, Amy's compassion for Tammy and contempt for Ed was difficult to hide.

At first, all Ed would do was to pull Tammy onto his lap. He'd fondle her bare legs, rather high up, sometimes pushing the skirt up in the process. Tammy never tried to stop him, but was obviously embarrassed and nervous as his hands rubbed near her crotch. Ed quickly noted the effect on Amy. She grew stone-faced and silent, sat with her knees together, and was constantly tugging her short skirt down.

Ed stepped up the pressure on both Tammy and Amy by letting his hand go higher each time, keeping her longer each time, and asking the girl indecent questions about boys, boyfriends, and sexual matters in general. As with everything else, Amy gradually came around or became numb. She no longer tried to hide her panties from Tammy, and would not make a disapproving face, even if Ed's hand went over the crotch of the girl's panties.

Tammy also grew accustomed to the indecent fondling before a group of strange adults. Ed's advances came in stages, week after week, so she only had to adjust to slight increases in the lewdness. She hardly reacted when he first laid back her skirt, stiffened only slightly the first time his finger went under the leg band, and winced a little the first time he fingered her pussy hole.

Tammy did react stiffly the first time Ed took off her panties and then finger-fucked her. The orgasm that finger-fuck induced, Tammy's first, helped temper that experience. After that, she allowed herself to be stripped naked each time. She freely lent herself to anything Ed wanted to do to her. Very often, she laid prone over Ed's lap with her bare ass facing Amy, allowing Ed to explore and probe her two nether holes at will.

Ed kept escalating the indecencies after the first time he noted a positive response from Amy. That response came after Ed's finger entered the child's pussy, and came in the form of a big wet spot that turned Amy's panties transparent. Furthermore, Amy knew she had wet her panties with the juices of her aroused pussy, but did nothing to hide that fact from the others. If anything, she came as close to shooting a beaver as she'd ever come.

The following week, Amy showed up with the tiniest panties Ginger sold. The crotch piece was little more than a strand of material that nestled between the lips of her sex. When Ed removed Tammy's panties before pulling her onto his lap, Amy let her secret out. When Ed pulled Tammy's back to his chest, then placed her legs on either side of his own, then began finger-fucking the child, Amy made her first real beaver by sitting back with her knees eighteen inches apart with her eyes focused on Ed's finger going in and out of the girl's almost hairless vagina.

Amy's full and swelling vagina was as much the show as Tammy's. The men looked openly and jockeyed for better positions to see both. Amy did not adjust her position, even when Ed called attention to her pussy by saying, "Doesn't Amy have a pretty pussy, Tammy?" When Amy did not react negatively, Ed directed his next comment to Amy, saying, "Pull that ridiculous string aside and show Tammy your pussy properly."

Amy blushed at Ed's bold statement, but it was Tammy's affirmative nod to Ed's earlier question that motivated Amy to do as he said. She hiked her skirt and hooked a finger in the crotch piece, then pulled it wide to the side, letting her legs fall open by three feet. The other men gathered close to peer between Amy's legs without blocking Ed and Tammy's view. Amy ignored the men, anxious to hear what Ed would say about her brazen display.

Ed said, "There, that's much better, isn't it, Tammy?" Tammy nodded while staring intently. "I'll bet you never saw a grownup's naked pussy before, did you?"

Tammy said, "I've seen my mommy's before, but not the inside parts like hers."

"Yes, you can see everything on her pussy, can't you? You can see the hole where the cocks go in and the babies come out, huh?"

"Yeah."

"She sure is nasty to let all of these men look between her legs, isn't she?"

"Yeah. My mom would never do what she's doing."

"Maybe your mom's pussy isn't as pretty as Amy's."

"Mom's is pretty hairy, that's for sure."

"That's because Amy shaves her pussy lips so we can see it better. She likes it when men look at her pussy. It makes her horny. See how wet and juicy her pussy is? That means she wants a man to fuck her pussy for her. Would you like to watch her get fucked in her pussy?"

Amy sat up and released the crotch strap, saying, "I think that's enough, Ed. There won't be any fucking demonstration. Look, but don't touch, okay?"

"Suit yourself, but you are wasting good pussy, Amy."

"Well, it's mine to waste, and I'll waste it on my Charles, thank you."

After this scene, Amy wore no panties to the Saturday meetings and kept her naked pussy on display throughout the meeting. The sex progressed steadily with Tammy. When Ed pulled out his stiff cock and taught Tammy how to give a blow job, Amy was all eyes. Tammy ended up sucking off every guy there, and did so at each meeting from then on. Being exposed to all those hard cocks while her pussy was also exposed had Amy on the verge of complete surrender.

During some of the hotter scenes with Tammy, she even played with herself, openly masturbating to orgasm. This made Ed decide to go for broke. He wanted to go all the way with Tammy, but he wanted her father's cooperation and involvement. This, he felt certain, would break Amy. If it didn't, who cared, he'd have a Lolita to fuck on Saturdays.

When Ed decided to act, he consulted his closest friends to formulate a plan. Put simply, they conspired to gather false statements accusing Arthur of theft. Confronted with the prospect of immediate termination, Arthur was forced to sign the phony confession to save his job. It was only after the confession was safely in Ed's hand that Arthur realized why they'd framed him.

Ed told him, straight out, that his little girl was to be brought to the office the next Saturday, stripped, and fucked by whomever Ed decided could participate. The life seemed to drain from Arthur Honeycut. Tears filled his eyes and he shook with trembles. That Saturday, however, Arthur led his darling little girl into Ed's office, stripped her, then watched Ed fuck his daughter while two women and seven men masturbated to the scene.

When Ed finished, each man took a turn with Tammy. While she was getting gang banged, first the secretary, then Amy brought their naked cunts to Tammy's face and made her lick. As a grand finale, they all sat around in the nude and watched Arthur fuck his daughter on the floor at their feet. Before leaving, Arthur was told to bring the rest of the family next Saturday. After he left carrying his exhausted and naked child, everyone fucked Amy.

[The Honeycut story is told in "Tammy".]

After that success, Ed looked for others. While attending the annual homecoming game at the high school, Ed was smitten with a new blond, blue-eyed cheerleader, a petite junior, the prettiest and youngest on the squad. Ed had donated the brief cheerleader uniforms and secured the cooperation of the authorities to have the girls wear them. This he'd done at the start of the season. Ed rarely made the games, but was invited to all the practice sessions as an honored guest and chief benefactor. There, he helped orchestrate their routines, and the routines featured spread-legged jumps, spread-legged back flips, or spread-legged hand stands that exposed the girl's crotches covered in a sheer body-hugging leotard that showed their vaginal form and also barely hid the form and tone of the girl's tits.

Stella, the school dyke and cheerleader coach, permitted Ed to freely fondle the girls while ostensibly suggesting better routines or explaining new ones. The girls tolerated Ed's roaming hands, even as he adjusted the crotch fit of the skimpy leotards, or fitted the tops with fingers that brushed hard nipples inside the tops.

Ed could roam their dressing room at will and often stood beside Stella to watch the girls shower. There, they'd select the girl to keep back after practice. They'd nab their selection as the naked girls filed by, then take her, dripping and naked, to Stella's office for private tutoring, often with an impatient parent waiting in a car outside. As the trio passed by, some girls showed their disappointment at not being selected; others breathed a sigh of relief.

Ed had not had the chance to give Darlene Smith a going over, as he'd missed several workouts after she joined the squad. The homecoming game was the first he'd seen of her. One look at her pert tits and the full form of her barely-hidden, light-haired vagina, and Ed had to have her. When he learned that Darlene was the daughter of one of his plant foremen, Ed and his team got busy. Phil Smith was as astonished as Arthur Honeycut at the charges and the statements, but Phil didn't break down and cry. He simply went home to mull over his decision and discuss his limited options with his wife.

The following morning, the next football game day, Phil agreed to an orgy to be held after the game at the Smith's home, an orgy centered on Darlene in the presence of his wife and three other children. Phil also told Ed that they were completely onboard, that the entire family had been conditioning Darlene, and that she would be performing at that night's game with the lower portion of her leotard removed. She would perform the routines with a naked and shaved pussy. Ed was impressed, and promised to be at the game.

[Follow Phil's plight and Darlene's transformation into a family whore in the story, "All's Fair in Lust and War".]

Ed sat in the bleachers surrounded by his eight cronies, eagerly awaiting the cheerleader's first routine. Their eyes were on Darlene as the first routine began.

Everyone was on pins and needles, waiting for the first routine to feature the popular crotch spreads, none more so than Darlene, but for different reasons. She'd had to wear the obscenely modified uniform all day. Having had her pussy stared at throughout the day was little consolation as no one had seen her spread beaver in all its glory. With Darlene standing at the apex of a 'V', closest to the crowd, the infamous jump and spread featured her spread beaver more so than any other.

The first time Darlene had to perform the obscene jump, her legs almost gave out. The jump was clumsy and she did not recover in time. She stumbled backward and fell on her ass, rolling to her back, inadvertently offering an even better spread that lasted longer. The crowd jumped to their feet with cheers as though the team scored a touchdown. People from the visiting side began filtering over.

By the fifth routine, Darlene didn't care anymore. By the tenth, she put everything into the jump. Ed and his buddies were elated at what they saw. They all had raging hard-ons. She was in the middle of a prolonged spread-legged handstand when a shot rang out from the stands, stopping the game. Ed slumped forward in his seat. Arthur Honeycut stood behind him holding a smoking gun. The game ended.

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The weekend was a somber one all over town. Many wondered what the death of Ed Greyson would mean. Would Estelle finally close the plant that turned such a meager profit year after year, or would she hire a new manager and keep trying?

Cindy was inconsolable and hid away in her room. Estelle left her alone. She skipped school that entire next week, but Estelle stopped leaving her alone by Wednesday. The following Monday, Cindy was back in school, but no one touched her. At noon the shocking news spread like a wild fire--Estelle Greyson had been brutally murdered in her own back yard. They found her naked body staked out in a spread-eagle, covered in fire ants, her breasts and vagina had been cut off. Her bloody vagina was stuffed in her mouth.

The town went into mourning, not for the loss of Estelle Greyson, but for the town. Everyone felt certain that Cindy would take her inheritance money and leave. The plant would surely close. Cindy hid herself away for another week as the townsfolk agonized over their uncertain future. On the Monday following her mother's death, after the reading of the will, Cindy wanted to see a long list of people. They gathered outside the study and were called in one at a time. Chief Evans was first.

The town soon learned of the arrests--several teachers, including the principal of the high school. They were shocked to learn of Arthur Honeycut's release after charges were dropped in her father's murder. Justifiable homicide was the term used. They were even more shocked that Arthur Honeycut would head the reopened plant. This shock quickly turned to elation, and people danced in the streets.

Cindy's Aunt Connie was invited to come and share the mansion along with a comfortable lifetime annuity. Eva was given a clean slate and her freedom. She was seen leaving town in a van with three men, one woman, and a dog.



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Moby Dick


My friends make my Mom's life pretty miserable. I say 'my friends' because I'm the one who invited them in and made the introductions. They are all high school kids from the neighborhood, juniors and seniors mostly. I'm only a freshman. My sister, Cathy, is a junior, but she won't hang out with the neighborhood gang in or out of school. She doesn't consider the neighborhood gang her friends. They only come around our house to cause trouble.

Mom would like to run them all off, but she's afraid to cause trouble, fearing they'll take it out on us kids. Besides me and Cathy, there's Eloise, who is thirteen, and Lattie, who is eleven. We can't afford to move again, so Mom felt trapped. I suppose she was. She was raising us by herself on a shoestring and didn't need any neighborhood distractions to deal with.

Gloria was the ring leader and by far the sexiest, most outrageous girl I'd ever seen. She had a body, and she knew it. She had a bad reputation as a girl that would fuck a snake after biting the head off, but that's not why everyone called her snake. Gloria had a snake tattooed on her shaved beaver, coiled in her pussy lips with the head centered on her mound, mouth wide in a strike pose, long gleaming fangs dripping blood, and satanic eyes of fire. The snake was her own creation, and she liked showing it off. Gloria never wore panties under her short leather skirts.

Gloria's explanation for having such an intimidating tattoo in such a nice place was that guys who couldn't stay hard when confronted by the snake weren't worth fucking. Kissing the snake was a metaphor for eating pussy in our neighborhood, and kissing Gloria's snake made you one of the gang. No one messed with Gloria, and Mom feared her most of all.

Scott was a relatively new member of the group. He and Gloria were often together, but they weren't going steady. The rest were just hangers-on, kids like me trying to be cool and fit in. Mom didn't blame me for hanging out with the gang kids. She knew I had to fit in or there'd be trouble. I also think she figured we'd be protected if I were one of the gang. No matter what the gang did, I never got blamed or got in any trouble.

Cathy was the one Mom worried about. Cathy was too cute and sexy for her own good, and Mom saw how the gang continually harassed her. They wanted her to join. Cathy would have none of it. She wanted to be a nurse and go to college. She was into academics and remaining pure for Mr. Right--Dr. Right, actually.

Cathy wanted to be a virgin when she met Dr. Right, even though that might not be until she was in her twenties. We all admired Cathy for her strength and convictions. We all thought she was beautiful, smart, and sexy. The little ones looked up to their big sister, and I deferred to her as the oldest child. Mom worked many different jobs, sometimes two or three at once. Cathy raised us more than Mom did, and with no sibling rivalry whatsoever.

Three months after we moved to the new neighborhood, Mom caught Steve trying to fuck Cathy with Gloria's help. They had her tied, spread-eagled to her bed with two pillows stuffed under her ass, and Scott was poised naked to take her cherry. Mom burst in on them and threatened to call the police. Gloria was also naked. She, in fact, was guiding the cock. When she and Scott went up to Cathy's room, she told me to wait downstairs. I followed Mom when she learned where they had gone and stood behind Mom at the door when she burst in.

Mom was stunned at what she saw. Scott was a bit put off, but Gloria wasn't the least bit concerned. She, in fact, stroked the cock while Mom threw her fit. She said, "Oh, come on, Virginia. We just want to have a little fun. Cathy needs a good screwing. Doesn't Scott have a nice cock? Do you want a suck, or would you rather kiss the snake?"

Mom watched in flustered awe as Gloria taunted and teased her, showing Mom her tattooed pussy with a beckoning finger in the most obscene pose. She was lying across Cathy's middle on her back with one foot on the floor and the other at the edge of the mattress, lifting up her wide beaver while stroking a finger through the yawning slit, taunting, "Come on, Gloria, kneel down and kiss the snake." God, that was no nasty.

Several times, Mom told them to get dressed and get out. Gloria leaned over and sucked on the cock. Mom kept saying, "Stop that, you hear? Get out of my house! How dare you!"

Gloria ignored her and just kept sucking while fingering herself. When Gloria once again placed the head of Scott's cock at the opening of Cathy's cunt, Mom cried out, "No! Please don't!"

Scott made a lunge that buried the head past Cathy's pink ring of vaginal muscle, forcing Mom to physically intercede. She ran up and took hold of the cock just behind the head. Gloria let go, leaving Mom with a fist full of hard cock, lodged part-way in Cathy's cunt hole.

The proper thing for Mom to do at that point was to forcefully shove Scott back. Instead, she simply held his cock to prevent full penetration. Scott could still move his cock in short strokes. That's exactly what he did do. He had several inches of play to work with and used them to firmly seat himself in Cathy's tight pussy, right up against her hymen it looked like. He had an easy three more inches he could add and still leave room for Mom's fist. His was the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and I know Cathy was impressed. Her head strained up to see his cock moving her pussy, and she was bravely sweating in silence.

Mom surprised me. I knew she could have stopped them. She is a robust woman and carries big boxes and crates in a warehouse all day. She could have thrown Scott through a wall, and he seemed to know that. She said the right things, but not nearly as forcefully as the situation warranted. Mom could have grasped Scott's cock higher up and preserved Cathy's cherry, but she never adjusted her grip on the outstroke.

She, in fact, steadily lost ground, gradually allowing her hand to slide back to his pubic hair. She acted faultless when he broke through her cherry and helpless as inch after inch took possession of Cathy's ex-virgin pussy. She was neither. Mom controlled the depth of penetration all the while and gave Cathy more cock as she could handle it. That's how it looked to everyone including Cathy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Cathy moaned and groaned at every thrust and squealed when her hymen gave way. Again, it was Mom allowing her hand to slip that ripped Cathy's cherry. I was stunned by what she did. My heart went out to Cathy. When her cherry ripped, so did Cathy's resistance. Her head fell back on the mattress and she just stared up at the ceiling as though she could see her dreams dissolve in the water-stained plaster.

The side of Mom's fist mashed tightly against Cathy's pussy with every thrust after Scott finally took her cherry and began fucking her in earnest. Gloria clapped and cried out, "That a boy, Scotty. Fuck her good!" Mom kept up her pretense by countering with pleas to stop. If she only knew how absurd she looked as her hand followed the in and out movement of his cock. Her fist was smacking Cathy in the pussy and became sopping wet. From the perspective of anyone looking on, such as mine, she appeared to be fucking Cathy with the boy's cock, assisting the boy in deflowering her daughter, my wonderful big sister.

Cathy was well aware that it was Mom's fist smashing her pussy. In my opinion, she looked away so as not to embarrass Mom. Cathy was very perceptive and understanding. I had more trouble figuring Mom's motives than Cathy did. They were very close, more like best friends than mother and daughter. If Mom knew I was watching, I'm sure she would have let go, but she wasn't concerned with Cathy watching, and wasn't worried about what Cathy might think. At least, it didn't look that way to me.

Gloria wasn't idle. She was kneeing on the mattress with her knees out wide at Cathy's side, masturbating with one hand while exploring Cathy's body with the other. Mom would occasionally look away from the action at Cathy's crotch to watch what Gloria was doing. At one point, Gloria took her sopping wet hand and pressed it to Cathy's mouth, smearing her juices and trying to get a finger inside as Cathy put up a resistance. Mom said, "Gloria, that's awful. Please stop doing that."

In response, Gloria rummaged in her twat for more juice and fed her fingers to Cathy; who, by this time, had stopped twisting her head away and passively allowed those wet fingers to play inside her slack lips. Mom was torn between watching the cock and watching Gloria. After a minute of this, Gloria climbed over Cathy, straddling her head and settled squarely on Cathy's mouth and nose. She fell forward and rested her chin on folded hands that rested on Cathy's mound, smiling at the hand-assisted fuck. Mom cried out, "Don't do that to her. She can't breathe."

Gloria's response was to grind her cunt on Cathy's face and smile, saying, "All she has to do is use her tongue and make me move around. Oh, yeah! That's it, baby. Lick that pussy good."

"Gloria, that's terrible."

"Believe me, Virginia, it is not terrible. You should try it. Cathy sucks a mean pussy."

Indeed, she appeared to be sucking a mean pussy when Gloria got up and leaned back on her straight arms to show us. We saw Cathy's tongue reach out with her head tilted back. Her tongue lapped at Gloria's snake-adorned vagina while Gloria frigged her own clit. Mom had a hard time keeping her eyes off of that scene. Seeing my sister's pretty, pink tongue licking that snake kept my eyes riveted there as well. I crept to Mom's back and peered at the scene over her shoulder. She was sure licking the fuck out of that snake.

Scott's fucking put a wiggle in Cathy's cunt and she arched her loins to meet his thrusts, straining to the limits of her bindings. Gloria came about this time, and Cathy licked Gloria's cunt hole as the fluids seeped out. Gloria teased her cunt just far enough out of reach so Cathy had to stretch to get the tip of her tongue in the hole.

After several minutes, Gloria reversed her position with her knees wide out to the sides of Cathy's head. She had her ass sticking way up with Mom looking right down in it as Cathy licked pussy from that obscene angle, giving us a great view of the job she was doing, even probing and teasing Gloria's asshole. I couldn't believe that was our Cathy, and I know Mom couldn't.

When Scott looked like he was about to cum, Gloria said, "Cum in her pussy, Scott."

Mom said, "Oh, no, please! She has no protection. Please pull out, Scott. I'll finish you with my hand, I promise."

Gloria said, "Pay no attention to her, Scott. This way, you can get a hand job along with a fuck. Shoot your sperm in her and knock the bitch up."

Mom continued to plead her case, but only halfheartedly. When the sperm began shooting down his rod, she let go, allowing Scotty to gain full entry and plant his seed deep in Cathy's womb. This made Cathy climax. Scotty emptied his balls in my sister's heaving pussy with Mom looking on. When he finished, he and Gloria got up and left Mom to deal with the mess and with untying Cathy. I slipped out without Mom ever having noticed me. Cathy knew I was watching, so I was sure Mom would find out. Mom took Cathy into the bathroom and probably gave her the douching of a lifetime.

When she returned to near normal, guilt consumed Mom. She lashed out at Scott and Gloria, but they paid her no mind. They took food from the fridge, and sauntered out, laughing. They left me alone with Mom and Cathy. Eloise and Lattie were out playing. I know I turned red when I knew that Mom knew I had stayed and watched everything. She turned red as well. It was Cathy who helped us both recover. She said, "Hey, what's done is done. It isn't going to kill me, and it wasn't that bad. There was nothing either of you could have done, so let's just forget it."

We both breathed a sigh of relief and our normal color returned. Mom said, "And what about next time, and the time after that?"

"Mom, I'm not a virgin anymore. It doesn't matter. It's just an opening in my body, and it was designed for what they want to use it for."

"It is designed for procreation, Cathy, and they were using it as it was designed. They don't give one twit whether you get pregnant or not. They'd get you pregnant just for kicks."

"I know, Mom. Don't worry. I won't pressure you for birth control pills. I know how tight the money is. Besides, I hear bad things about them, and they are not 100% effective anyway. I'm not even sure you can get them here. They're still considered experimental. I'll just keep a low profile when I'm fertile and take my chances."

"Sweetheart, that's very noble, but if we can't afford those pills, babies are even more expensive. Abortions are illegal. Even if I knew where to get one done illegally, we still don't have that kind of money."

"I know, but if I get pregnant, I'll have welfare money to add to the family kitty. Mom, if you can't lick 'em, join 'em."

I couldn't resist saying, "You sure can lick 'em."

Mom shot me an angry look, saying, "Brad! That was uncalled-for after what Cathy's been through."

Cathy put her calming hand on Mom's shoulder and said, "Relax, Mom. That was funny. I know Brad didn't say it in a mean way. Actually, I licked 'em and joined 'em. Come on, Mom, laugh. I know you want to. That was funny, and you know it."

Mom's stony expression slowly melted. A smile formed and grew bigger until she did let go and did give a reserved laugh, saying, "Oh, Cathy, how did I ever deserve a daughter like you? Nothing ever fazes you. I can't tell you how proud I was of the way you took that ordeal in there. I didn't stop them because I knew they'd have you sooner or later, and I wanted to be there to see they didn't hurt you. It was as if you read my mind. You knew my motives weren't perverted, and that made things easy on me. I'm even more proud by the way you are handling it now: no shame, no embarrassment, no apologies, looking on the bright side."

"What's there to be ashamed or embarrassed about. So I licked a girl's vagina. Big deal, at least she keeps it clean. It was either lick it or be smothered by it, and the sooner I got her off, the sooner she'd get off. I'm not going to apologize for doing that. And she does get off easy. It could have been much worse. She could have been having her period and been a big, fat pig with a dirty, hairy vagina that stunk to high heaven and took forever to get off. If all vaginas were as clean and tasty as Gloria's, there'd be a lot more lezzies in the world."

Mom was surprised by Cathy's openness, pleasantly surprised. She smiled and chucked Cathy under the chin, saying, "It looks like Gloria won over a convert."

Cathy smiled and said, "Mom, Gloria's not queer, and I wasn't won over. I'm just saying, I won't need to be tied up next time. I hope that won't upset you, but why fight it? When Gloria wants her snake licked, I'll get down on my knees and lick it for her. They can have me whenever they want me, and they know it. You know it, and so does Brad. We should be able to admit that openly, don't you think?"

"I suppose. So, what does that mean? How do you want me to act in the future?"

"Just like you did this time. I want you there, by my side. I found it comforting having you with me. And, Mom, I know you enjoyed watching. There's no need to pretend otherwise. Gloria knows it. Scott knows it. Brad knows. They'll tell everyone they know. Relax and enjoy. I want you to."

"Cathy, I just don't know what to say. You amaze me. You truly amaze me. If that's how you honestly feel, I suppose I could relax and enjoy watching."

I said, "What about me? Can I watch, too?"

Cathy came and put her arm around me, hugged me close, and said, "Sure, why not? You've finally seen everything I have, in action. I've got no secrets from you now, do I?"

"I didn't see your butt hole."

Mom said, "Brad!"

Cathy said, "He's just being honest, Mom." She turned her back to me, bent low from the waist, and pried her cheeks apart, saying, "It's not much to look at, just a wrinkled ring of sphincter muscle like any other. You saw Gloria's; I'm sure mine is just like it."

"I didn't see it very well; your tongue was in the way most of the time."

"Well, excuse me. I'll try to remember to move it out of the way for you next time. Who knows, maybe next time, they'll want to do me in the ass. I hear anal sex is popular. I wonder what that feels like. Mom, did you ever try it?"

Cathy stood and faced Mom as Mom said, "Cathy, that's getting a bit personal, don't you think?"

"Mom, you just got through holding a guy's penis while he raped me. I think we can get personal, now, can't we? Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you did. At least you kept the last three inches out till the very end, giving me a chance to adjust. And you gave them to me at just the right time. Most girls say their first time was a let down. Not me. I think my first time will be hard to top, and I have you to thank for that."

"Yes, I suppose we can get personal. All right, if you must know, I have, and it wasn't bad. Your father and I did it that way as a form of birth control. Frankly, I hope they are into anal sex. At least you can't get pregnant that way."

"Mom, I thought my getting pregnant was a good thing. I thought that's what you wanted. You let go right when he ejaculated. You let him plant his seed as deep as he could. And I didn't see you reaching for the douche bag when we were in the bathroom. You cleaned the outside, but left all that sperm inside. What gives?"

Mom turned beet red and stammered, "Well... I... uh..."

"Mom, don't be embarrassed. Just tell me what you want. If you want me to get pregnant, I can arrange it. I know my cycles, and I can get Scott, or any guy for that matter, interested at the right time. Well?"

Mom was on the spot. I enjoyed her discomfort and waited along with Cathy to hear what she had say for herself. She hemmed and hawed for a few seconds, then caved in and said, "Oh, all right. It's true. I wanted you to get pregnant for the reasons you already mentioned. We could use the extra money. Babies can nurse for years and aren't any financial burden until they stop. It's just diapers and baby powder, mostly. I nursed all you kids until you were four. I know; that's awful, but that is why I did those things."

I said, "Mom, I can remember nursing on you."

"So can I, Brad. You were a little stinker. I had to nurse you the longest, until you were six. You liked to bite me when I least expected it. I can still fell those sharp baby teeth of yours."

Mom rubbed her big breasts and I smiled devilishly. Cathy laughed, and said, "I can remember that, too. I always thought it was funny. Mom, be honest. You liked letting Brad suck on your breasts because he was rough, didn't you? I was only nine, but I could see that."

Mom turned crimson but nodded shyly, then said, "Well, damnit, your father had just left me, and I was nursing two babies. I was horny all the time right after he left. My breasts were always out, and Brad demanded equal time. My breasts have always been my weakness, and Brad seemed to know just how hard to bite them--hard, but not hard enough to break the skin."

Cathy said, "Yeah, so after a good mauling, you'd slip into your room and lock the door. Do you want to get real personal and tell us what you were doing in there for hours? Come on, Mom. Don't be bashful. Brad will get a big kick out of it."

"Cathy! You're embarrassing me."

"Oh, come on, Mom. Every female does it. Tell him, as if he doesn't already know."

"All right, if you must know, I masturbated. Are you happy, now, Cathy? Oh, God, I can't believe I admitted that. I must be red as a fire engine."

I laughed. Cathy laughed too, but said, "You are. This is great, Mom. We're sharing. Now, tell him what you did. He knows you were masturbating, but he doesn't know how. Details, Mom, details."

"Cathy, why are you out to humiliate me?"

"I'm not out to humiliate you, Mom. This is fun sharing personal stuff with you. Heck, look how much I've shared. You guys saw me naked and having sex with a boy and a girl. What's more, you saw me responding to both. You saw how I tried to get all of Scott's penis in me, and I know you saw me stretching to get my tongue inside Gloria's vagina. You saw me licking up all of her vaginal wetness after she had her climax. If that isn't sharing, what is? I'll tell you something else, I'll lick her again, every chance I get, and I don't care who watches. You'd better warn Eloise and Lattie, or they'll freak out when they see it."

"Cathy, your openness and honesty amazes me, but I'm not like you. Some things you just don't want to share with your children. Masturbation techniques is high on that list."

"I don't see why. What do you do, hump the door knob, rub off on the bedpost? Did you screw yourself with his GI Joe or something?"

"Cathy, honestly, your language, your imagination. I never."

"Mom, you watched me fucking and sucking pussy. You wiped my cunt for me. My language should be a moot point. Answer the question. What do you do? If you don't tell us, we'll just think the worst."

"You're not going to drop this, are you?"

"No, not if you want me to get pregnant for you. This is the least you can do, be open."

"All right. If you must know, I use my fingers and sometimes a candle I keep between the mattress and box springs."

"Show Brad how big it is. I've seen it, Brad. It's the biggest candle you ever saw."

"Cathy, you snoop."

"Mom, I've been making your bed and cleaning your room for years. Do you honestly think I never saw that big candle shaped like a dick, or never smelled it, or never tried to get it in me. I could only get the head in, and that's why Scott's big dick went in so easily. I usually clean your room with Moby Dick hanging from my twat. Once I get it in, it won't fall out. I could do jumping jacks and it wouldn't fall out. Come on, Mom; how much of that thing can you get inside your pussy? Half? Three quarters?"

"Almost all."

"Jesus! Brad, that thing is three inches thick and fourteen inches long. I measured. Mom, go get it and show him."

"Cathy, no."

"All right. I'll do it."

Cathy brushed past our blushing mother, then returned holding aloft the most obscene replica of a cock. Mom, or someone gifted, carved a helmet-shaped head and thick veins on the shaft. It looked like a monster cock, all right, and well used. Cathy handed it to me. I examined and sniffed it under Mom's embarrassed scrutiny. I said, "Mom, you could mate with a horse."

Mom lunged out and took the thing from me, saying, "That's enough sharing." Turning to Cathy, she said, "And I'll thank you not to use my device. Get your own if you want one."

"Who carved it?"

"I did."

"Will you carve me a smaller one, one I can fuck?"

"Cathy, are you going to start talking filthy, now?"

"I think so. If I'm going to be a whore for this family, I should have the right to talk like a whore, don't you think?"

"No one is asking you to be a whore for the family."

"Maybe not, but that's what I am. Do you deny it? I may have been an unwilling victim this time, but I won't be next time."

"Well, no, not if you put it that way. Suit yourself, Cathy, but I hope you realize everyone will talk about you. You'll get a bad reputation."

"Mom, six or seven months from now, my belly will be out to here, and I'm sure there will be pictures of me screwing guys and eating pussy passed all around school. If you can't lick 'em, join 'em. Why fight it. I'm a whore. If you want me to have a baby, accept that fact. You do still want me to have a baby, don't you?"

"Yes. I already admitted that. Why must you keep rubbing my nose in it?"

"I'm not rubbing your nose in anything. I just want everything out in the open. I want to hear you say, 'Cathy, I want you to whore for the family.' Well?"

"All right. Cathy, I want you to be a whore for this family."

"There, that wasn't hard, was it? Don't worry, Mom. I'm okay with this. Whores don't need college educations. They make more money than nurses, and they stand just as good a chance of marrying money. Maybe not doctors, but money."

Cathy turned to me and placed both hands on my shoulders, looked into my eyes, and said, "Now, baby brother. How do you feel about having a whore for a sister?"

"Pretty good."

Cathy smiled, then kissed me on the lips, using her tongue. She kissed me long and deep like lovers do as her hands came down to my ass and she pulled my crotch into her pussy. She ground her cunt on my hard-on while Mom stood there watching with her mouth and eyes wide open. Cathy's soul kiss lasted several minutes before she broke the contact to get nose to nose and say, "You make me horny, you little fucker. You always have, and I know I make you horny. You have a nice hard cock and a sister who loves nice hard cocks. Let's give Mom a cheap thrill and let her watch us fuck."

Mom followed us to the bedroom and got a cheap thrill guiding my cock into the family whore. It was Moby Dick that gave her a bigger thrill, though. Man, that bitch has a deep pussy! Eloise and Lattie thought so too when they flounced in. Now, we're a three whore family and they're all pregnant. We're going to have diapers and baby powder coming out our ears, but who cares. We're moving uptown to a bigger house within easy walking distance to the red light district.



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The Roberts Ordeal


Suddenly, the door burst open, the light went on, and there stood a big man wearing a dark ski mask holding a gun on them. "Well, well, what have we got here? Gettin' a little late night nookie from Sis, huh? Get up, both of you. Move!"

Similar scenes unfolded in the other rooms. Rachel's door was kicked in because it was locked. Angie and Jerry entered the hall as Jennifer was being dragged by her long hair by another big hooded thug. Another exited Rachel's room carrying her in his arms. Ginger and Dan stumbled out of their room at gunpoint. All made their way downstairs as Ginger pleaded with her assailants. The man pushing her along slapped her hard in the face and said, "Shut the fuck up, bitch! Just keep moving."

Once downstairs, the intruders set about tying Ginger and Dan to straight-backed chairs. First, they were stripped. Their hands were tied behind their backs and each ankle was tied to the outside leg of the chair they sat on. Ginger would not stop pleading. The leader placed an apple in Ginger's mouth, made her open wide, then slapped her under the chin. This effectively gagged her. They hog-tied Jerry and laid him on the floor on his side, then the four hooded young men focused their attention on the three girls.

Angie stood trembling in her nakedness. Rachel, wearing only panties, huddled in the corner of the sofa in a fetal ball. Jennifer, wearing her PJ's, sat at the other end of the sofa hugging her drawn-up knees defensively. A black hand toyed with her long hair. "Man, she's a pretty thing. I'll bet you're cherry, aren't you babe?"

"Please, don't touch me." Pointing to her big sister, she said, "She'll do anything you want. She's a whore. She likes doing those things."

Blade went to Angie. He knew her well. He'd admired her from a distance for years. She was smart, pretty, and sexy. She wasn't the kind of girl that would be caught talking to a guy like him, but that made her more desirable. He said, "Is that true? Are you a whore?"

"They say I am."

Cory said, "They treat her like one. Her brother was knocking off a piece when I barged in."

Blade went to Jerry and raised his head by the hair. "Is that right, punk? Are you in the habit of taking pussy when you want it? Did you rape your own sister, you fucking scum bag?" Jerry shook his head.

Blade threw the boy's head down and stood to address Angie. "Go get dressed, Angie. Don't try to be a hero. Don't go crawling out a window or try to alert anyone. Just get dressed and come back down here and no one will get hurt."

Angie went to her room. Blade turned his attention to the couple, saying, "We're going to have us a little party, folks. Angie won't be a party to the party. If I ever hear you fucked with her because of it, I'll be back, and it won't be for a party. You got that?" Both nodded.

He stood over Jerry and rolled him to his back with his boot, saying, "Fuck Angie again, and I'll have your balls mounted."

Jerry knew who was speaking to him from behind the mask, and he knew he was dead serious. He plaintively cried, "I swear, Blade. I'll never touch her again."

"Shut up, stupid. You have no idea who I am, do you?"

"No! No way. I have no idea who any of you are."

Blade squatted before the boy and lifted his chin, saying, "Are you fucking your old lady, too?"

"No! I swear!"

Blade took his head and lifted it so he could see between Ginger's legs. "What's the matter. Ain't she pretty enough to fuck?"

"She's my mother."

"Look at her pussy. Is there anything wrong with her pussy? Does she have a smelly, old, baggy cunt?"

"No!"

Blade took his signature switch-blade and deftly cut the bindings holding Jerry in a bundle. "Then go fuck her."

Ginger struggled and yelled into her gag, but delicious sensations had already started in her pussy from when they were all looking at it and discussing it. She watched Jerry rising and immediately saw his cock rising at the prospect. Her clit rose in sympathy. Blood rushed to swell her vulva in anticipation.

Blade slapped her ass, saying, "Get that cunt up where junior can get to it, whore."

As Jerry stood between her knees with his hard cock poking straight out from his loins, Ginger lifted her ass high off the seat and waited. Jerry crouched and brought the head of his dick to her cunt. He avoided her eyes; her head was turned away anyway. She groaned as her son's cock sank steadily into her moist female grotto. This is the sight that greeted Angie as she made her way down the stairs dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt.

Blade led her to a seat off to the side, a seat with a good view, saying, "Here, Angie, you just sit and enjoy the show." He got close, stroked her cheek, and said in a low, soft voice that only she could hear, "I know you're no whore, Angie. Anyone who says you are will answer to me. Anyone who gives you any shit will answer to me too. I think you know who I am, don't you?" She nodded, her heart beating rapidly. "I heard what Spivy did to you. He won't ever touch you again. I'll see to it."

"Blade, just leave my family alone. That's all I ask."

"I can't do that, Angie. This is business. I've got orders. Besides, these fuckers deserve this. Look at them." He indicated her brother and mother, lost in the passion of their incestuous coupling. "Do you honestly think they didn't want this?"

Ginger was heaving her pelvis up to meet the energetic thrust from her son. Each was now staring into their joined crotches. Jerry cupped her ass cheeks and pounded his mother's cunt. They were both oblivious to everyone else, and their fevered fucking threatened to topple the chair. Angie said no more.

The fuck didn't last very long. They came together in a powerful explosion of passion that sent the chair over backward, throwing Jerry and his sperm spurting cock through the air. The terrible fall ruined Ginger's orgasm. When Cory and Bubba set her upright, the frustration on her face was evident. She had sperm from her belly button to her forehead, but none near her wet pussy.

Angie knew just how she felt. There is no feeling like a good cum interrupted in stride. She would know, her mother was a pro at cum interruptus, timing her interruptions just right, waiting outside the door that Angie was not permitted to lock, listening for the audio clues before bursting into her bedroom or the bathroom and pulling Angie's hands from her crotch. Then, there were those agonizing minutes, being held by the wrist with her mother's face in her own, taking devilish delight in her torment as the passion slowly ebbed. And the humiliation that followed when she was back to normal and left with the empty feeling and shame.

Worst of all were the punishment sessions that followed being caught masturbating, because these sessions were carried out before the whole family, in the nude, and focused on her pussy--the offending organ. Forced into humiliating positions to receive ruler slaps to her cunt only reawakened her passions but offered no relief--only abject humiliation and pain. Still, she masturbated whenever she thought she could get away with it. Half of the time, she did escape detection. Angie thought her mother had a sixth sense about her need to play with herself.

Now, it was Ginger's turn to suffer the agony and humiliation. Angie tried not to show her pleasure. Ginger gradually took note of what was happening around her. Jake was on the sofa and had pulled Rachel onto his lap. She struggled with him as he tried removing her panties. Jake handled her easily, but soon tired of the game and simply ripped the panties off. He sat her on his lap with her legs outside of his and began stroking her hairless quim. Rachel melted into his fingers. She didn't even resume her struggles when he took out his huge cock and buried four inches in her pussy.

Cory and Bubba advanced on Jennifer. She drew up tightly like a frightened little animal. They lunged for her and tore her clothes from her body, pulling her arms and legs wide open. They toyed with her delicate intimate parts while she squirmed in anguish. Both young men had dropped their pants and rubbed their cocks all over her. They poked her in the mouth, ass, and cunt but not so as to gain full entry. Ginger struggled furiously and screamed into her apple. Dan just watched.

Bubba managed, with great effort, to get his giant black cock buried all the way in Jennifer's ass. The girl was dazed, skewered on a flesh cudgel, impaled so that even taking a breath took a serious effort. She could not struggle or cry. She only groaned as he sat back on the sofa and drew her legs apart for Cory.

Cory knelt between Jennifer's wide-spread legs and aimed his dick at her virgin hole. He pushed in steadily, making her eyes bug out. He pushed past her hymen, making her scream. He pushed on in to the balls and began fucking the long-haired beauty. Ginger cried, but her eyes never left the action. Ten minutes later, the two were still fucking the girl. She was not as stiff or as quiet. Her groans became moans as her clutching hands rode Cory's pumping ass cheeks. Her little legs wound around Cory's legs, and her heels dug into the backs of his thighs. Double fucking set well with her; it just took a little while.

Beside her, little Rachel held her feet by the toes, looking into her cock-stuffed pussy while Jake cupped her ass in both hands, lifting and settling her pussy on his massive erection. He only used half of his cock to fuck her, but that half appeared to be sucked by the little pussy. Her tight vaginal flesh indented with the in-stroke and tenaciously clung to the shaft on the out-stroke. The fit was so tight it looked as though he'd pull her cunt inside out if he suddenly withdrew.

While the others were busy with the girls, Blade went to Jerry, took him by the scruff of the neck, and made him kneel before his father. Dan's dick stood straight up from watching the action on the sofa. Blade said, "You're old man is getting excited watching his little girls getting screwed senseless. Help him out with a blow job."

Jerry made a face, but didn't argue. He dipped his head to Dan's lap, took his father's cock in his mouth, and sucked. Ginger's eyes didn't know where to light. The hedonistic sights happening all around her made her head spin. Her pussy ached for attention. When Blade shoved his booted foot against her cunt, she even welcomed that. He leaned into her face and said, "We're just getting started, lady, so don't go getting too turned on too fast."

Bubba and Cory pumped their loads into Jennifer almost simultaneously. Jennifer came with them, heaving and bucking on the two cocks warming her insides. Sperm oozed from around both cocks. Cory withdrew first, then Bubba pushed her to the floor. Jennifer fell in a heap at her mother's feet. Blade took her by the elbow, lifting her, then dragged her along, signaling Angie to follow, They went into the bathroom and closed the door. Blade said, "I want you to cut her hair off and shave every hair off her body--eyebrows, eyelashes, cunt, the works."

Jennifer almost fainted. Angie said, "Oh, no, you can't ask me do that."

"Orders, Angie. I'm sorry, but you must. Get busy."

Angie looked into Jennifer's sad eyes and felt real pity. She said, "I'm sorry, Jennifer." She took scissors from the cabinet and began cutting the long locks in thick handfuls. The task started off being a sad chore, but with every lock that fell to the floor, Angie's cunt responded. Before long it was difficult for her to hide the pleasure she received at her sister's expense. When she finished with the hair, and Jennifer stood weeping with a shaggy head, Angie wanted to finger her cunt.

Next, she lathered the scalp and shaved her sister's head. She shaved her beautiful thick eyebrows and took great pleasure in carefully trimming her sister's long lashes. Next, she had Jennifer sit on the sink counter top with her knees out for the shaving of her legs and cunt. Blade held the girl's legs out for the shaving of each leg, then got behind Angie for the cunt shave, holding Jennifer open by her two ankles.

Angie whipped up a lather with soap and sperm. When she bent over for this pleasant task, her ass rubbed against the hardness in Blade's pants. She rubbed her ass over his bulge while slowly denuding her sister's twat. With one hand working the razor, her other reached behind to squeeze Blade's cock. Blade rested Jennifer's heels on Angie's back and dropped his pants. He then reached around to unfasten Angie's jeans, dropping them. She wore no panties, so his dick was soon finding its way into her very receptive pussy hole. Angie stopped her shaving and braced herself by placing her hands outside Jennifer's hips. She cried out, "Oh, God yes. Fuck me!"

Jennifer's tits were in Angie's face. Angie leaned in and bit her left nipple. She then bit the right. Her face turned up to look at Jennifer's tear-stained face, then her tongue traveled up a line of tears to lick her sister's stubby eye lash. She licked her two shaved eyebrows, then pulled Jennifer's head down and licked her bald pate.

Wild with passion, Angie reached down, cupped Jennifer's ass, and pulled her cunt tightly into her own. Holding firm, she ground her pussy against her sister's. Blade's thrusts were transmitted to Jennifer's cunt. Angie humped her sister and Blade at the same time, wailing, "Fuck me! Oh, yes, Fuck me hard. Cum in my cunt, Blade!"

Blade redoubled his efforts and brought her to orgasm as his seed flooded her womb. Slowly, Angie's passions and convulsive twitches subsided. Blade drew out, and held Jennifer's legs wide, saying, "Let's get this job done."

Angie picked up the razor with an unsteady hand and returned to her work. Minutes later, Jennifer didn't have a hair anywhere on her body. Angie stood back beside Blade and looked at what they'd done to the beautiful young girl. She still looked beautiful, but only in an erotic way. She was fuckable, but she'd never place in a beauty contest. Angie smiled up at Blade and said, "All finished."

"You did good, now get me a paper bag."

Angie smiled and left the bathroom. She returned with the bag. Blade cut out eye and mouth holes, then drew a grotesquely grinning face on the bag using lipstick. He drew the bag over Jennifer's head then yanked her to her feet, saying, "Act two, sweet thing." He swatted her on the ass, propelling her out the door.

Ginger was getting a fucking from Cory. Dan had just cum in Jerry's mouth. Jerry stood, wiping his mouth when Blade, Jennifer, and Angie re-entered the room. All eyes went to Jennifer, or what they took to be Jennifer. The only thing different was her shaved pussy. Blade tapped Cory on the shoulder and said, "Give it a rest," just as Ginger was about to climax.

When Cory pulled out, she bit through the apple and wailed, "No! No! Please let him finish!"

Blade cut her bindings and hauled her from the chair. He made Jennifer lie down on her back and spread her legs. He positioned Ginger straddling her daughter's head, then bid her to finish on Jennifer's face. Ginger looked down at the mouth behind the large cutout and slowly squatted over it. She could see the dark stains where Jennifer's tears stained the brown bag, but her mind was not in sympathy mode. She pressed her cunt to the mouth and stained the bag herself.

Ginger rode Jennifer's mouth feeling the slack lips sliding through her wet folds. Jennifer's tongue remained in her mouth, much to Ginger's disappointment. She made her need obvious. Jennifer wasn't taking the hint. She was pleased when Blade ordered Angie to remove the bag. At least she could get more skin contact without the bag in the way.

When the bag came off, Ginger almost fell off. She did fall back, losing her balance and ended up sitting on Jennifer's stomach, knocking the breath out of her grotesque daughter, making her upper body rise like a mummy from the tomb.

Ginger's hand flew to her mouth, but only a gasp escaped. The face staring back looked familiar but alien. Blade gave Ginger's shoulder a shove and said, "Fuck her face. Get back over her in a squat and fuck yourself on her face."

Zombie-like, Ginger got back in position, unable to take her eyes off her daughter. She settled her cunt over the face beneath her and resumed her pussy passes over her daughter's nose, mouth, and chin. Her passions returned with a vengeance. No longer content making light passes over the chin, mouth, and nose, she settled lower and mashed her cunt all over her daughter's face, grinding her fleshy pussy into baby-soft skin.

Ginger settled to her widespread knees, reached down, cupped her daughter's bald head, and pulled it tightly into her beaver. She fucked herself on Jennifer's face and exploded in a writhing orgasm. Slowly, she let the head go to the floor. To everyone's surprise, Jennifer's head rose back up on its own and her tongue slithered up her mother's weeping pussy hole. Ginger looked down and watched her daughter lick. She watched Jennifer suck on her clit. Ginger silently reached between her legs and drew her cunt lips open. She stared dreamy-eyed and gently ground her cunt on the working tongue.

Ginger's attention was diverted from Jennifer when Bubba and Cory entered leading two big Dobermans. Her heart sank, but with an excited flutter. Cory led one over and he buried his muzzle in Ginger's cunt. Jennifer backed off in shock. Cory told Ginger to scoot back and make the dog get a hard-on. She scooted back to straddle Jennifer's hips as Cory had the dog straddle Jennifer's head. Ginger eyed the long, full sheath and reached for it with her right hand. One pull exposed his pink cock by two inches. A few pumps and it remained out, growing longer with every pump of her fist.

Jennifer had no choice but to watch the cock as it emerged to its full eight inches, just a hand's width from her face. Cory's command that she suck it went unanswered, but then her mother's left hand came down to cup her under her head, lifting up while angling the prick toward her mouth, saying, "Open your mouth, sweetheart." Jennifer let her mouth fall open. Her mother guided the prick inside and said, "Now suck, baby." Jennifer sucked.

Ginger rested her upper body on Jennifer's chest, supporting some of her weight and Jennifer's head by leaning on her left elbow which rested on the floor by Jennifer's head. This brought her own face close to the cock. She felt a long tongue swipe up through her slit and looked behind her to see Bubba helping the other dog to mount her. Ginger swooned and licked at the shaft of the dog's cock in front of her face. Paws clutched her waist and a hard warm tip of flesh stabbed her pussy. Hands guided the cock to her mark and soon she was impaled on nine inches of dog cock, getting the screwing of her life.

Ginger licked at the dick along with Jennifer. Their tongues fought over the tip. Occasionally, Jennifer gave it over to her mother for sucking, but then took it away after a moment. Ginger allowed Jennifer to decide when she'd suck and when she'd share. While waiting her turn, she licked the cock at Jennifer's lips. When Ginger tried to probe in alongside the cock in her daughter's mouth, Jennifer opened her mouth wider. Ginger's tongue slithered in alongside the cock, and learned the joy of licking a dog's dick while it was deep in her young daughter's mouth. With her pumping hand, Ginger tried to get the dog to pour out his doggie cum so that they could savor it together.

Rachel was on her hands and knees watching her mother and sister share a dog's cock. Angie knelt down beside her for a better look. Awed by the sight, they looked at each other and smiled. Blade, Cory, Jake, and Bubba stood looking down on the four females. Through their masks they were all smiles.

Bubba picked Rachel up and carried her to her mother's rear, saying, "This one needs her own cock to lick." When he set her down, Rachel crawled up and got her face in close to the action. Her little tongue teased her mother's stuffed cunt and licked the plunging dog cock. Ginger drew out her tongue to say, "Oh, God, Rachel's licking my pussy while the other dog is fucking it. God damnit, she's licking us both. That's it, baby. Lick the doggie's cock! Lick Mommy's pussy, sweetheart!"

Angie stood and went to stand beside Blade. He drew her possessively into his side, saying, "You have a horny family, Angie."

"Yes, it looks that way."

"Did you ever think you'd see a sight like this?"

"Only in my dreams."

"Well, get a good look and dream about me instead."

She smiled, then stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss. She smiled again as she went back to the floor to peer up under the dog. She arrived just in time to see him cum. His yellowish cum flooded her sister's mouth and her mother lapped at the overflowing well of sperm. When the cock came free, Ginger sucked it into her mouth. She sucked for a few seconds before the dog walked away. The other dog clutched her tighter, triggering Ginger's orgasm. He then pumped her cunt full of sperm. Rachel kept licking, even after the dog moved away. Ginger collapsed over Jennifer and simply enjoyed her youngest daughter's talented, eager mouth.

A few minutes later, Blade had to drag the three apart. He told Jerry to fuck Jennifer's ass, and set Rachel on Dan's new erection. Bubba, Jake, and Cory triple-teamed Ginger while Blade and Angie retired to the master bedroom to make love.

They made passionate love twice, in fact. Between the two sessions they talked as lovers do, about hopes, and dreams, and the future. They talked about the situation at school, Wright's whores, the rape gang, and her bizarre family life. He told her that he could stop all that and fix everything, but Angie told him not to interfere.

Blade sat back and studied her with a smile. "They are going to make you a whore, Angie."

"I am already by the common definition."

"They'll knock you up and make you deliver."

"I may be already."

"Would it make any difference if I told you I loved you?"

"Not if you can't love me in spite of this."

"In spite of your desire to be used like somebody's fuck rag."

"I guess."

"I don't know. I'll have to see. I'm still going to ask Hal and Spivy to take it easy on you. You're my girl."

"I am? Okay. Yes, I like that. Don't stop them, though. And promise me that you'll tell Mr. Spivy that he can get me pregnant if he wants to."

"You're making this difficult, but if that's what puts a kink in your panties, I'll put in a good word for you."

"Hum, maybe you do love me."

"I do love you, Angie."

"Will you still love me with my belly puffed out to here and after everyone has seen me naked, and half the guys in school have fucked me? Can you love a whore, a real whore, a pregnant whore, pregnant with another man's child?"

"I think so. Who knows, it might be mine?"

"No, I want it to be Spivy's. When I'm ovulating, I want to fuck only him. I want to have his baby, and I want everyone to know it's his baby."

"All right, but that is kinky, you know that, don't you?"

"Yes, but I like my kinky side. I'm going to need a man that likes it too."

"I'm open. We'll see."

When they emerged, two hours later, one dog was screwing Jennifer. The other was screwing Rachel. Ginger went between the two, assisting both while trying not to dislodge her son's cock from her ass. Dan just watched.

Blade surprised Angie by pushing her into Bubba's arms saying, "If you guys want to try some fine pussy, fuck Angie. Pussy doesn't get any better." Bubba led Angie to the master bedroom. As they disappeared from view, Angie blew Blade a kiss. In the bedroom, she blew Bubba. She got to blow two more kisses when Cory and Jake took her up. She also blew Cory and Jake.

The gang left the family spent and exhausted. They also left Ginger with instructions to report the crime and give interviews to reporters. Ginger didn't like this one bit, but Ginger had no choice.



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The Fall of Sue Ellington


Now willing to endure the unendurable, Sue let herself be lifted to her unsteady feet, then followed as Hal led her to his office door. She balked as he reached for the knob, saying, "I can't go out there like this, naked."

The door opened and Hal pulled her along as she followed stiffly, shamed beyond words as she stepped into the outer office crowded with staff workers. Hal kept moving through to the door that opened into the hallway. Once again, she put up a stiff resistance and pleaded; but once again, she was brought along until she, Hal, and Richard were in the hall. There, Hal said, "Now, go to your classroom and get your purse. I'll expect you back here in no sooner than five minutes. Don't stop to clean up. Don't run. Take your time, in fact. If you return in under five minutes, you'll wait in the hall."

"Hal, for God's sake, you can't mean this. You can't be serious." With fresh semen running down both legs, she crouched behind Richard when a student rounded a corner, then stood frozen in place, staring.

Hal dragged her into the open and propelled her toward her classroom, also toward the student. Sue, with no other option, moved past the student and quickly rounded the corner only to encounter three girls who broke into giggles as they watched her scurry by.

Sue's mind was burning with a desire to evaporate into thin air. She thought of dashing to the girl's room, the teacher's lounge, or making a break for the parking lot. To get to her car, however, she'd need to pass through the boys' PE class. She'd need her car keys which were in her purse. If she went that far, she reasoned, she may as well do exactly as Hal ordered.

She kept moving, anxiety building as the door to her classroom loomed near. She'd moved so fast down the hall that it took less than a minute. It would take less than a minute to get back. She quickly determined she had to kill three minutes, at least. She did not have to kill them in the classroom.

Sue paused at the door, having already decided to follow Hal's bizarre instructions, allowing the consequences to fall on him. She was just a teacher doing what she as told, she assured herself. She looked down at her frontal nudity and a shiver of excitement coursed through her. Her tits never looked fuller or more sexy, the hard nipples arching skyward. She looked past her flat tummy to her pussy. It, too, never looked sexier or more open. The fucking it had received made her lips stay parted and caused her fleshy inner lips to hang lower than usual, a vulgar sight--fresh-fucked and juicy red.

Her husband loved the way her pussy looked from a frontal view. Her lips and clit showed completely, even with her legs held together. She had what he called an up-front pussy, not one tucked low between her legs. After a good fucking, sloppy with semen, she had a downright vulgar cunt between her legs and that's what her students would see no matter how she moved about, turned, crouched, or stooped to get her purse on the far side of the room. Damn!

As she studied her up-front pussy, leaking long trails of semen down her inner thighs, she couldn't help wishing it were a down-under pussy. This was an odd wish, considering that her hand was smearing the sperm over the visible areas and tugging the inner lips down and fanning them out in preparation for her dramatic entrance. Sue squared her shoulders, thrust her chest out, and turned the handle. She then marched in while holding her breath. A hush went through the class. Those out of their seats, sat.

Sue's body was a full red hue as she walked to the front of her desk, then turned to face her thirty-three students. She assumed a pose she was fond of: standing with her feet shoulder width apart, leaning her ass against the edge of her desk, resting on her straight arms that supported her with flat palms on the desk top behind her. It was a provocative pose when she was fully dressed, an obscene one when she was freshly screwed and stark naked. Her eyes wandered over the class, but met no eyes. Their eyes were focused much lower and made blood rush to further fill her exposed genitals.

Sue noted the clock and decided she needed to kill three and one half minutes. She was silent for fifteen seconds, then said, "Go ahead and look. That's why I was sent here like this. As you know, I was called to Mr. Peterson's office, accompanied by Mr. Wright. You can also see what came of that meeting. I know you are shocked, but no more shocked than I am. I am mortified, but, as you well know, teachers in this school have no choice but to do as they are told. I was told to come here like this. I have to remain here for three more minutes. I don't like it, and if this offends you, please look away."

No one looked away. If anything, the class stared more openly. Dirty little smiles broke out on many faces, none more wicked or bigger than Danny Smart--Danny Smart ass as she referred to him at home when she'd complain to her husband.

She knew he'd say something to add to her humiliation, but she didn't expect he'd ask her to move her legs out further. A group giggle went through the class as Sue pondered a response. Refusal was her first inclination, but the eager and expectant looks she received from just about everyone made her consider his request.

After ten seconds of contemplation, she said, "He did say not to be shy." She stood, moved her feet out to twice what they'd been parted, then resumed her pose with the edge of the desk now cutting her at the top of her ass cheeks. With her hands placed further back on the desk, her pussy appeared to be purposefully displayed. Boys leaned forward in their seats, visually devouring her shaved, cum-dripping beaver. A quick time check showed she had another two minutes to kill. Knowing the answer she'd get, she said, "Is this satisfactory?"

He smiled a devilish smile and said, "No. Get on your desk and spread your legs as wide as you can. Show us what they did to your pussy. Don't be shy, Mrs. Ellington."

Sue could have kissed the brash boy, but acted shocked. She moved to comply, saying, "You are taking unfair advantage of me, Danny, but I suppose I have no choice." Sue sat at the edge of her desk, pulled her legs up, placed her feet on the desk at the outside edges, then leaned back on her arms while spreading her knees to their fullest. For a long thirty seconds, Sue basked in their admiring stares. Several boys wanted to get closer and started out of their seats. She said, "Ech... Sit! This is show and tell, not touch and tell. Don't make this any more difficult then it already is." The boys sat.

Fifteen seconds ticked by. "I want to ask you all to keep this embarrassing incident to yourselves. If your parents hear of this, there will be trouble. We don't want trouble, now do we? Besides, I am a married woman, and as you can plainly see, I've been unfaithful to my husband and broken my marital vows. I won't lie and say I was raped, but it wasn't my idea, I assure you. If this gets around, my husband will surely find out."

Danny said, "Boy, you really broke the shit out of those vows. Broken vows are pouring out of your unfaithful pussy, Mrs. Ellington."

The class erupted in fits of laughter. Sue wanted to respond, but her time was up. Sue hopped down and went to get her purse, saying, "I have to go back, now. Cindy, take over for me. If they are out of their seats when I return, you'll be severely disciplined. Wish me luck, kids?"

Sue had to ignore Danny as he called out after her, "I wish you luck getting another screwing." She broke into a wry smile as she moved into the hall, saying to herself, "Thanks, but my pussy doesn't need luck to get a screwing; it just needs the proper exposure, you nasty little fucker."

Sue's return trip was nothing like the one going out. She strutted down the hall and when she passed a lone student boy, standing with his mouth agape, she said, "Haven't you ever seen a naked lady? It's rude to stare, you know." He continued to be rude as she passed by.

Sue's heart was beating with a flutter of excitement. She boldly entered the outer office. Three people watched her cross to the door to the inner office and go right in. Four more watched her go to Marge's desk and say, "Mr. Peterson is expecting me."

"Yes, he is. Go on in Miss Godiva."

Sue knocked lightly, then entered, prepared to burst out in nervous laughter. The sight of her daughter, Julie, sitting on Hal's naked lap, knocked the laughs right out of her. Julie was surprised to see her mother boldly walk in wearing nothing but a smile. Julie smiled and said, "Mommy, how come you're naked?"

Sue looked up from Hal's erection to his grinning face; the color drained from her own. The words wouldn't form. Richard came up behind her and led her to the sofa. Together, they sat. Hal's chair was set before the sofa, so Sue had a good view past the standing cock to Julie's naked crotch. Her daughter sat high on his belly with her tiny bare feet on the arm rests, lying back against his big chest. In addition to being bare-footed, she was also bare cunted. Hal's big hand massaged her daughter's leg high up on the inside of her right thigh. The bent-knee position of her splayed legs had the skirt puddled around her middle and her pussy open on obscene display.

Sue's mind raced, trying to find an appropriate course of action to take. Her first impulse, to scream and lash out, quickly passed. She'd already surrendered to them, willingly took their cocks into her body, committed adultery, exposed herself to dozens of kids, and sat beside a naked stranger with a hard on, letting him place her left leg over his lap and not saying anything as he played with her spermy pussy in front of her daughter. What could she say? The fingering felt too good to stop. Besides, Julie appeared relaxed and was obviously enjoying what the man was doing with his hand.

When Sue made no effort to stop Richard from exposing her beaver, and after she permitted him to finger her juicy twat, Hal knew he was home free. Sue's wide eyes never left her daughter's crotch, especially when he began stroking a wet finger through the girl's open slit.

Sue could hardly believe her eyes. Julie's pussy had never looked as it did on Hal's lap. For one thing, it was fuller and open. Her entire vaginal plane shone with what appeared to be KY jelly or a cream lubricant of some kind. Someone had prepared her for this obscene demonstration, and it couldn't have just happened in the five minutes she was away. Her daughter's pussy looked as if it had received a thorough going over for a much longer period. They'd made her climax, probably several times by the dreamy look on her pretty face.

Plainly, Hal was enjoying himself, and in no great hurry. His intentions were made clear when he entered Julie's pussy with his middle finger and made fucking motions, sending it fully inside in a steady fuck cadence. Sue never saw a sight so outrageously obscene, or so exciting. Sue surrendered once again, and wanting to send a silent signal of that surrender, she reached to Richard's cock and began pumping it to match the cadence of the finger stroking her slit. She looked up at Hal, smiled, and said, "I see you've acquired more school property."

Hal smiled triumphantly and said, "As a matter of fact, I have. Do you approve of my new acquisition?"

"It's not for me to approve or disapprove, but I do admire your taste."

"I had you followed. You were wise to spend your time in the classroom. You don't want to know what would have happened had you not followed the spirit of my order."

"I think I can imagine. I think you'll be more pleased by what went on inside my class."

"Do tell?"

"I sat on my desk and shot them the biggest beaver they ever saw. That was the spirit of your order, wasn't it?"

"Absolutely. I am pleased. I think you will enjoy working under me and Richard if you keep this up." Hal flexed his cock, making the head bob up and slap Julie in the pussy. He said, "Would you do the honors?"

Sue's heart pounded; her face went red with excitement. She released her grip on Richard's cock, brought her leg to the floor, then slipped down to her knees and crawled across the five foot separation, coming to kneel between Hal's knees. She took hold of his arching cock and angled it to her daughter's open hole. She fitted the head between the slick lips, then took Julie by the hips and pulled gently but steadily down, saying, "Relax, sweetheart. This will feel good, but there might be a little bit of pain at first. Don't worry, Mommy will go slow."

Julie didn't appear too worried, but she watched intently as the big cock spread her little pussy on its way in. Taking the head past her vaginal ring of muscle made her wince and groan, but the next three inches went in much easier. She said, "Ouch," when the cock reached her stretched hymen, then cried out when her mother pulled her past it with a jerk. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it? That was the hardest part, Julie. The rest is all nice and yummy feeling. You'll see."

To make it even more yummy feeling for the stuffed little girl, Hal laid his hand on Sue's head and pulled her face into the fuck. Sue, repulsed at first, quickly relaxed and used her tongue. She made Julie giggle as her tongue teased the girl's pussy. She made her moan when she sucked on her little girl's clitty. She made the girl groan when she moved her little body so that the cock, buried in her stretched beaver, fucked her in three-inch strokes. Sue moaned when Richard moved behind her and buried his wonder cock in her receptive pussy. She smiled when she heard Julie exclaim, "Look, that man is doing my mommy."

"Oh God, Richard! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

"Mom! You said the 'F' word. I'm telling Daddy."

The adults laughed. Sue said, "Honey, we're both doing the 'F' word, and I want to be there when you tell him."

"You want me to tell him?"

"Yes, sweetheart. I want you to tell him everything. I want you to tell him that we are both school property, and we both do what Mr. Peterson says."

"Okay, I will. Can I say the 'F' word when I tell him?"

"Honey, say any words you want, but especially the 'F' word."

Julie giggled and said, "I'm going to tell Daddy that you licked my pussy when a man's peter was in it, fucking it. There, I said the 'F' word. Fuck! Fucking! Fucker! Fucking my pussy. Mommy licking my fucked pussy while her pussy was getting fucked by another man."

Julie's obscene declarations drove Sue wild. She bucked on Richard's cock, and used her hands on Julie's hips to drive Hal's cock in deeper and faster, shutting off Julie's nasty barrage. Sue got Hal's entire cock into her daughter's pussy, then went wild licking their genitals with her daughter's bare pussy lips resting in Hal's pubic bush. This made Hal groan, made Sue cum, and triggered Richard's climax.

Richard remained buried in Sue's pussy while his cock slowly softened. Sue, spent and lethargic, rested her cheek in Hal's loins, lovingly licking his balls, peering up into her daughter's stuffed pussy. Hal wanted his nut, so he took Julie by the ass and did the lifting and dropping to bring that about. Sue lapped at the juices flowing down the shaft and said, "Hal, you fuck my little girl so good. I can't tell you how happy I am that you did this, that you took control of me, that you took my daughter and let me participate. Cum in her pussy, Hal. Fuck her! Fuck her good. Fill her little pussy with a big load of sperm. I wish you could get her pregnant."

This seemed to do the trick for Hal. He lunged deep and grunted as he poured his milky seed into the girl. White ooze seeped from the juncture of their genitals and Sue eagerly lapped at the flow, licking at the source. Hal lifted Julie until just the tip of his cock was at her hole, allowing the sperm to flow down his shaft. Sue was fast to catch most of it, then worked her way up to the tip. Her probing tongue moved the cock out of the way and she feasted on her daughter's empty pussy, sending her tongue deep inside to lap the walls in search of sperm. Julie giggled and squirmed, holding her feet by the toes, peering into her crotch. "Lick my fucked pussy good, Mom. Yeah, stick your tongue way up my pussy hole and lick all that stuff out."

When the cock slipped out of her cunt, Sue decided that she'd put on enough of a show, and as there wasn't any stuff left to lick out, she settled back on her heels. She smiled up at Julie, then at Hal, saying, "My husband will shit when he hears about this; but don't worry, I can control him with my pussy. He's pussy whipped; I've just never whipped him with it."

"I wasn't worried, Sue. Tell your husband that if he has a problem, he can come see me about it."

"He won't want to see you. He's no John Wayne, believe me. No, he'll want to steer clear of you. Since you control school property on and off campus, can I expect you to stop in from time to time to exercise your property rights? I can have a key made for you."

Hal and Richard exchanged smiles. No mother ever went so easily or willingly under their control. He said, "Yes, I want a key, and you won't be getting any call before I stop by. I don't want panties on this child, ever, and keep her in short skirts and dresses, shorter than this, much shorter. Her pussy should be visible to anyone at eye level with her crotch, and that's when she's standing up straight."

"Are you suggesting she attend school that way?"

"I said always, Sue, and I'm not talking about the bottom of her cunt, I mean the whole pussy, starting from the mid point of her pubic mound." To make clear what he wanted, Hal drew a finger across Julie's pubic mound, an inch above the start of her crack. Julie watched and listened, not showing alarm or voicing any protest, amused at the prospect of going to school with her pussy showing.

Sue did not appear upset or alarmed either, but said, "She'll be sent home, you know."

"If her teacher has a problem, have her take it up with Mr. Jennings, her principal. He and I have already had a long talk. He'll cooperate, but you go with her tomorrow morning and meet with him. He's going to want a reward for taking any flack this causes, so be prepared to reward him."

Sue smiled, leaned forward to plant kisses on Hal's cock and Julie's pussy, sat back and said, "I will. I'll reward him in any way that pleases him. It may interest you to know, Julie has a male teacher. There are only three in the whole elementary school. I doubt he'll be complaining, but he may want a reward too."

"Then reward him as well."

"I like this. I really do. It's bizarre, but exciting as hell. You have big balls, mister. Do you mind if I tell people I take my orders from you, that I must do as you say."

"No, I don't mind in the least. Besides, that's the way it is. That should make things easier on you, shouldn't it?"

"Yes, lots easier and lots more fun. I rather like being at the mercy of a pervert. No offense."

"None taken. That's the image I'm projecting. I'm offended that you didn't add child molester."

"Oh, please excuse me! A child molesting sexual pervert. I'll remember that. Hal, can I return to my class with Julie. I'm sure they are dying to find out what happened. A picture is worth a thousand words."

Hal set Julie on her feet and drew the dress off her, saying, "Take her then. Keep her with you for the rest of the day. Both of you will remain nude for all classes and you will go home in the nude. I want you in the halls during class changes, and you have duty in the student cafeteria during lunch."

"Oh, my, that is a tall order. Can we really get away with that?"

"Don't question my judgment, Sue. Just do as you're told. It may interest you to know that a gang rape will occur in the cafeteria while you are on duty. Four boys will rape Cindy Greyson, and you will do nothing to interfere with this rape. You will watch in silence. That should take people's minds off of the naked teacher and her naked little girl--at least for a while. This should be an exciting day for you."

"It already has been. Come, Julie. We have a job to do."

Sue and Julie walked quickly to the classroom. She only had ten minutes before the bell released them. She kept looking down at Julie, wishing she hadn't done such a thorough job of cleaning the girl's pussy. By the time they arrived at the door, Sue was pleased to see a long line of sperm had leaked from Julie's cunt. She knelt before Julie and smeared the wetness over her child's mound and cunt lips, then stood back to see the effect. With cum trails running past both knees and sperm still leaking from her abused and gaping hole, there was no doubt--the child had been screwed and screwed good.

Sue opened the door and entered the class. No one was in their seats. Most were gathered around her desk. When they saw their teacher, a hole opened up as several boys went back to their desks. There, on her desk, was Cindy Greyson, naked and tied spread-eagled on her back. Between her legs, Danny Smart, still unaware of her entrance, had his fist up her cunt to mid-forearm.

As she and Julie advanced, others returned to their seats. Finally, it was Danny alone, looking at Sue. Only slightly startled, he recovered quickly and said, "My hand's stuck. Wow, is that your kid?"

Sue put on a somber face as she went up to help him extract his arm from Cindy's beaver, saying, "Yes, she's my daughter, Julie. Relax your fist, Danny. You're not helping."

Sue was well aware that they made for a stunning display. With her ass toward the class, and being bent over, she offered another view of her nether charms. Forced into intimate proximity with the bold teen, she also rubbed her breast on his bare arm while getting her fingers all over Cindy's sexy pussy, soaking her hand, in fact. He was resisting her efforts to dislodge him, and she wasn't trying that hard, enjoying the way he elbowed her hanging breast while smiling back at his buddies.

While Sue struggled with her phony attempt to free him, Danny looked over her back to Julie who was responding to requests from students to assume various poses intended to show her pussy. Danny loudly said, "So, he screwed your kid too, huh?"

Sue looked over and saw Julie turned with her back to the class, bending forward with her feet planted wide. She said, "Yes, he did, as if you didn't know. Julie, stop that. Act like a young lady."

Danny had his left hand up Cindy's twat with Sue on his right. He moved away to offer the class a view of her hanging left tit, then batted it with his fingers. The class laughed. Sue said, "Please don't do that, Danny."

Danny dropped to one knee and batted both tits, then squeezed the left, pulling down in a milking motion. The class roared. They wouldn't have heard her protest, so she didn't say anything, nor did she pull away or slap his hand away. She allowed herself to be milked like a cow as he went from one hanging tit to the other.

Sue knew she was inviting more abuse if she didn't put a halt to his activities, but she was so turned on by the lewd show they made. She was open to him going further, hoping he'd go further. She didn't have to hope for long, because Danny's hand went sliding along her belly and into her crotch. She endured the fingers delving into her hole and toying with her fleshy lips. Sue ran her fingers over Cindy's fleshy lips, rubbing the girl's clit, making Cindy lift her head to look down on her crotch. Their eyes met; they exchanged subtle smiles; Cindy's head returned to the desk top.

Danny, meanwhile, had run his finger up the crack of Sue's ass and probed her asshole. This was a bit much to take in silence, so she shouted, "Danny, please, show some respect and consideration. You shouldn't take advantage of me this way. Now relax your fist and help."

As she figured, her pleas fell on deaf ears. His fingering of her anus intensified. Realizing the bell would soon ring, she forcefully extracted his hand, causing Cindy great discomfort. She turned away from him, freeing her anus. Facing the class, she pushed Danny toward his seat, saying, "I said that's enough. Now sit or I will have a talk with your parents about this."

Danny sat, but sat smiling. Sue silenced the class, then said, "Yes, my daughter was molested. Yes, I was assaulted once again, and I'm not even counting what Danny did. That was a terrible thing to do after what I've been through, and I am shocked at all of your behavior. I see nothing funny or amusing about this. You should all be ashamed of yourselves. Julie, I told you to stop doing that, now stand like a lady."

The class grew quiet, but was hardly moved by her speech. Sue turned her attention to Cindy, saying, "I'm holding you responsible for this. I left you in charge with explicit instructions that no one was to get out of their seats. Your punishment will have to wait until tomorrow. Will those who tied her to my desk, please come and untie her?"

Eight boys advanced on the desk. Two worked on the bindings; six worked on Cindy. Danny got his fist up her cunt again, but Sue pulled it out. She stood before him giving him another lecture to ignore. She stood passively and permitted his hands to freely roam her body, molding her tits, pinching her nipples, squeezing her ass, tugging her clit, and fingering both holes. The bell rang with him on his knees peering into her pussy while prying open her cunt lips. Several boys took the liberty of copping a feel of her intimate anatomy as they filed past on their way out.

When it was just her, Julie, Cindy, and Danny remaining, Sue took him by the wrists, hauled him to his feet, pulled him close, getting in his face, she said, "You little fucker. What made you think you could treat me like that?" He stared blankly. "Do you know where I live?" He shook his head. "110 Rosebud. Be there at eight tonight, and I'll fuck your brains out. Now leave before I rape you."

Danny was a bit shook by this, but sauntered away. His saunter was a swagger by the time he got to the door. Sue helped Cindy to dress, then said, "Things between you and me will be different starting tomorrow, Cindy. I'm sorry, but that's the way it must be."

"That's okay, Mrs. Ellington. I understand. You don't have to go easy on me. I'm a lot tougher than I look."

"Well, you are certainly tougher in one area. Wasn't that terribly painful?"

"No, actually, it was quite nice. I've taken bigger. Well, see you tomorrow, and I'm sorry about your daughter."

"She'll live. See you tomorrow."

This was just the beginning of the first day for Sue Ellington. The day got more interesting as it went along. The day became much more interesting during lunch. The most exciting part of all, though, was walking around the school with her naked daughter, teaching classes in the nude, and being in among two hundred cafeteria students, buck assed naked, with an equally buck assed naked daughter.

Sue looked like the suffering teacher and mother--somber, morose, filled with dread and shame, mortified with humiliation. No one needed an explanation to know what happened to her. None of her fellow teachers asked why she and her daughter were naked. Most offered sympathy and support. Many offered hugs. The women, all except Stella, hugged her yet kept her at a decent distance while doing so. Most men hugged her close and far too long to be socially acceptable or sincere. Jim Groves held her by the ass cheeks and hugged her crotch to his grinding groin while standing in a crowded hallway.

The students reacted much more mature than the adults. Few, outside of her classroom, dared to touch her. Crude remarks and snickers were done at a distance. They openly stared, but that was to be expected. The kids in the classes she taught quickly accepted the situation and enjoyed the novelty of being taught by a naked teacher with her naked daughter in the class trying to steal her mother's show. Sue was constantly having to admonish Julie to act like a young lady.

For Sue, the novelty of being naked in school never grew old or tiresome. It was as big a thrill at the end--when she and Julie walked across the parking lot--as when she first entered the hall naked. She was satisfied that her pussy finally got the exposure and attention it deserved. Her remarkably attractive vagina was a huge hit on campus. She grew accustomed to eyes that remained riveted to her crotch level.

In the hall during class changes, a large crowd followed her and Julie as they walked aimlessly, looking forlorn and humiliated. This is where she met most of her fellow teachers, where they tried to console her, and where some took advantage of her to the amusement of everyone around them.

The bad boys in school liked to lie on their backs in her path, forcing her to step over their heads. She was not inclined to change course; but had she been, the tightly-packed crowd around her would have made that difficult. The crowd only gave way to the front, not the sides. To those who watched, it appeared she had no choice but to step over the boys' smiling faces.

Surprisingly, her fellow teachers did not try to control the activity of the boys. Consequently her walks were an obstacle course as more boys became bad boys. She and Julie had to step gingerly over one boy after another, sometimes yawningly over two at a time, giving each a good long look at the prettiest pussy in school, and the cutest little hairless pussy that followed behind it.

She was in mid-yawn across two faces lying side by side when Dick Spivy stopped her to offer a consoling hug. All around them, heads dropped to floor level as Dick held her in his embrace with his hands low, cupping her ass cheeks. Dick had been one of her most persistent suitors, so it came as no surprise to her that he'd take advantage, that he'd pry her cheeks apart, that he'd get a finger up her ass, or that he'd whisper in her ear, "This couldn't have happened to a more deserving mother. Hal said your little girl is a great fuck, but I'll have to find out for myself. Enjoy your walk; everybody else is."

Hands were slithering up her legs from every quarter, converging on her pussy, so Sue was in no hurry to break off the lewd hug. She whispered, "She is a good fuck, but so am I. Why don't you try us both and see which one you like best?" The last part of her sentence was said with several fingers vying for space in her steaming pussy. Dick said he would take her advice, then let her go.

She liked the classroom, because it was her space. In her classroom, she was surrounded by familiar faces, kids she knew. Here, she did not act so somber and humiliated. In her classroom, with her kids, she told them she had no choice, asked that they adjust, told them to feel free to look, then began teaching.

While teaching, she liked to keep moving, watching the eyes follow her pussy as she walked between the rows of desks. She didn't mind when boys leaned in or shy girls leaned away. She didn't admonish anyone for taking advantage of a stoop or bend, and she did much more of that than was necessary. She knew she was being obvious and that everyone was aware that she was intentionally flashing her beaver. The kids enjoyed the show, and she enjoyed performing. No one tried to inhibit her.

She walked the aisles with her hands clasped behind her back, head up, chest out. She stopped frequently with her feet planted wide so that the boys (and some girls) around her could dip their heads low and stare between her legs from front or rear. She would ignore a head peering between her legs or a boy who got up from his seat to kneel behind her and gaze up from the rear. She'd drone on with her lesson, knowing full well that nobody was listening.

She shot beavers when she perched on her stool before the class. She kept the tall barstool in the front center of the room because it was a good perch from which to shoot the class innocent looking beavers. She could hook her heels on the low rung and swivel from one side to the other, swinging her slightly parted legs, her beaver fanning the entire class. Dressed fashionably in a short skirt or dress and wearing panties, it looked somewhat innocent; but stark naked with her knees out wide, it was anything but innocent.

When she paused in her strolls to assume her classic pose before the desk, her feet were never closer than shoulder width, and she placed her hands further back on the desk. She appeared to be offering her cunt for their visual inspection, and she enjoyed seeing all eyes inspecting.

Each new group of students began the same, with self-conscious stares, titters, and giggles. By the mid point, the stares were open, and the titters and giggling stopped. Everyone knew, by this time, that her crotch shots were no accident. Toward the end, as everyone's arousal level was at a peak, the brave would reach out and touch her in passing. At first, she'd feel light finger touches on her leg, or a hand flowing over the ripe curve of her ass. When she said nothing about these liberties, others would try. A trip between two rows of students soon meant walking a gauntlet of curious hands--male and female. Pausing in this sea of hands was an invitation to be fondled, and she paused often.

It didn't take much of this before her cunt ached to be touched, fondled, squeezed, and poked. To start the ball rolling, she'd go to the boldest boy--usually the first to touch her--then turn her back to him in a wide stance and wait. The move wasn't subtle, nor was it meant to be. She may as well have said, "Please play with my pussy; I am so fucking horny." The kids jockeyed for a view.

The chosen one wasted no time, though some would try the hand high on the inside of her thigh before moving up. The ploy never failed to bring a hand into her crotch. Once there, she'd sway in place, bite her lower lip, and enjoy. After that, the hands had one goal--pussy. Her tits were felt up, but not before her pussy was paid homage to. Her asshole took a few fingers, but not before her pussy. Almost every student took at least one turn. Only the shyest girls abstained. The last ten minutes of each glass was a crotch grope festival. She was guaranteed one orgasm, sometimes, two.

It was the last two classes that provided her the best experiences. They entered the class knowing what to expect. Many were in the cafeteria when Cindy was raped. They saw Sue Ellington watching along with the rest, watching with a finger in her pie. They'd heard from the students who were in previous classes. They knew it was okay to touch. There was no need for foreplay. The first stroll down the aisle got the touching ball rolling. She spent the last half of those two classes flat on her back, on her desk, with her legs wide open, in a circle of students, tolerating every indecency any student was brave enough to commit.

You would think some horny kid would try to screw her. Sue thought so, and was fully prepared to permit it. She was slightly disappointed that it didn't happen, but she was not left unsatisfied. Most of the guys wanted to eat her pussy. One would set the standard that the other's had to follow to be considered cool and manly. Six girls also wanted to be cool and manly. With all those hungry mouths to feed, there wasn't time for fucking, besides, no one wanted to prove their manhood after some punk dumped a load in the teacher's twat.

Sue was unaware at the time, but in the last class, while she was being group gammed, Julie had her own group going in the back of the classroom. Six boys fucked her little girl without Sue suspecting a thing. She suspected immediately when they brought Julie over and laid her on Sue in reverse directions. Sue raised her head and was greeted by a well-fucked eight-year-old beaver leaking a copious discharge of sperm in her cleavage. Sue smiled and used her hands to spread Julie's ass cheeks, saying, "You guys should be ashamed of yourselves, fucking my baby when you could have been fucking me."

The bell rang, ending the school day. In parting, several guys wanted rain checks. Sue and Julie were two well-spent females as they walked from the school building to the car. After the day they'd spent, driving home in the nude was fun but anti-climatic.

Mark Ellington arrived home to find his wife dozing in a lounge chair, naked. She'd never done that before, and Julie never ran to greet him without clothes on, which she did. Mark picked her up and Sue opened her eyes, saying, "Hi Mark. How was your day?"

"Not as good as yours. What gives?"

Julie giggled, then said, "I saw Mommy getting fucked by a man."

"WHAT? Sue? What the hell is going on?"

"She's trying to tell you. Try listening."

Mark set Julie down, then sat in his chair to hear what she had to say. Julie knew she had juicy, nasty stuff to share. The shock registering on her Daddy's face told her that much. With a devilish grin, she said, "Yeah, I saw Mommy getting fucked in her pussy."

Mark said, "Julie, we've told you never to use those words. Sue, why is she saying these things?"

"She's saying that because that's what she saw. She's using those words because I said she could. There's more. If you want to find out what she knows, shut up and listen."

Mark shut up. Julie hopped on his lap and said, "I got fucked, too, by a grown up man. I got fucked by six teenagers too, in my pussy. Wanna see?" With that, she raised one leg high over her head and pointed to her red and swollen vagina.

Mark stared, transfixed by the lurid sight of his daughter's abused vagina. It spoke the truth. The kid had been fucked, many times. He looked to Sue with a huge question written on his face. Julie dropped her leg and brought his attention back to her story. "Mommy licked my pussy while the man was fucking it. She licked all the stuff out of it after he took his dick out. Lots of kids got to lick her pussy, and we saw a girl getting raped by four big guys. That was really neat. They fucked her a lot. We got to be naked all day in her school. Everybody saw us, too."

Mark's mind could barely deal with the first part. The rest came in as a blur and stayed blurry. Sue saw he was having difficulty. She got up and sat on the ottoman by his chair. She patted his leg and said, "It's all true, dear. Hal Peterson informed me that, as of today, I am school property. He got Julie out of school and made her school property too. He screwed her right in front of me, and had me go down on them while he did it. That's when she saw me getting screwed by Richard Wright. That was the second time. He screwed me earlier as well."

"What's this crap about being school property? He can't do that."

"I'm afraid he can, and did. Mark, Hal Peterson is the man running this rape gang we read about--the ones that assaulted the Greysons."

"Yes, I remember you saying it was him. They struck again, last night. The paper is full of it. The Roberts of the Roberts Boutique."

"Ginger Roberts? Was it good?"

"What do you mean, was it good?"

"You know damn well what I mean? Where's the paper. I want to read about it. Angie is a student of mine. No wonder she wasn't in school today."

"It hasn't come yet, and the racks are sold out. I read one that a customer brought in. Let's get back to this other thing."

"Yes, I guess you would be more interested in that, wouldn't you? Well, like I said, Hal claimed us. We have no choice. The man is a child molesting pervert and he runs this town. Any man that can rape Estelle Greyson's daughter at will, and can make her screw animals can do whatever he pleases. Well, he pleases to make me and Julie his property. I'm sorry, Mark, but I absolutely have no choice but to do as he says. I just spent my entire day doing just that. What Julie said, about us being naked in school all day, that's just the mild part. I had to teach my classes in the nude. I pulled cafeteria duty in the nude. I've had Julie by my side all day long, well, except for the last class where she was gang banged in the back of the class."

"How in the hell can Julie get gang banged in your class and you not know it?"

"At the time I was pinned to my desk with my legs held in the splits while twenty kids took turns eating my pussy. I'll admit, I lost track of what Julie was up to."

"I was getting fucked in my pussy, Daddy. I was getting fucked a lot."

Mark shook his head, then held his head. "What's gotten into these people? This is crazy. Why can't anybody stop this lunatic? Where are the damn police?"

"Come on, Mark, you've lived here long enough to know the score. Estelle runs everything. If she can't stop it, it can't be stopped. Besides, if you ask me, nobody wants it stopped. At least, I didn't meet any. He is choosing his victims carefully. Everyone wanted to see me naked; they've been dying to see me naked ever since I started teaching. You know how I've been hounded to put out. Well, they got their wish and they have Hal to thank for it. I'll be putting out like a two dollar whore at a Shriner's convention. The same goes for Cindy Greyson, Angie Roberts, and many more. We were all the most untouchable, most desirable females in school, and now, thanks to Hal, we're all whores that anyone can fuck."

"Doesn't anyone have the balls to stand up to him?"

"Do you?"

"Well, no, but surely somebody must."

"Well, he hasn't surfaced or dropped in out of the sky. Face it, Mark, we are another man's property to do with as he pleases. I have already accepted that fact and given him our house key."

"It looks like you didn't put up much of a fuss, either."

"I didn't. As soon as he told me, I lifted my dress, spread my legs, and said, 'It's yours; what do you want to do with it?' He wanted to fuck it and show it off."

"I know that isn't true, but I'll bet it wasn't too far from that. You certainly don't seem upset that it happened."

"Why be upset about something I can't change or stop?"

"Did you even try to stop him from molesting Julie?"

"No, I never said a word. I even guided his cock into her pussy for him and licked his dick while he screwed her. That's the God's honest truth. It won't be the last time, either. He has a key to the house and he wants Julie to be kept in skirts and dresses that show her pussy. She has to attend school like that."

"No, Sue, that can't be."

"Oh yes it can. I have to go with her to her school tomorrow and set it up with her principal and her teacher. No doubt I'll be guiding their cocks into her tight little pussy as well. Maybe you'd like to come along. It is a sight to see."

"I can't believe you're saying these things, Sue."

Sue took Julie by the right ankle and raised it high, causing Julie to fall back on her father's knees. His eyes went right to her beaver as Sue's finger slipped inside. She said, "Feel this girl's cunt, Mark. Go ahead. Put your finger in there." She took him by the wrist and brought his hand to Julie's cunt. "Stick a finger in there. Feel that pussy."

Mark trembled, but eased a finger inside his daughter's pussy. Sue said, "Doesn't she have a nice fuckable cunt? Can you blame any man for wanting to fuck it? Can you blame six horny teenage boys? I didn't. I couldn't blame you if you slipped her the weeny. I know she'd like that."

Sue went to release Mark's hard cock. He watched her fumbling with his fly without comment. She managed to get it out after a struggle. He watched as she steered it to Julie's cunt, then removed his finger so that it could continue. Seconds later, he was three inches inside his daughter's pussy and Julie was struggling to sit up. Sue aided her in straddling her father's lap, then she sat back and watched Julie ride his cock. Mark's eyes rolled back in his head, and his head lolled back on his chair. "She's a good little fucker, isn't she, Mark?"

"Yes! God, yes! I want to go with you tomorrow."

"Great! I had a feeling you'd adjust."



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Unnatural Acts


Cooper family followed Stephanie into her office on unsteady legs. Stephanie placed three chairs before her desk. The Coopers sat. Stephanie took her seat behind the desk, saying, "I suppose you're wondering about the scholarship, aren't you?" The parents nodded. "Well, she qualifies, and for the full amount. Her grades are excellent. There's only one thing holding her back... she's not pregnant."

Barbara said, "I beg your pardon."

"She's not, is she?"

"Of course not, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"I'm afraid it has everything to do with it. You see, the man who has the ultimate say-so wants to get her pregnant. She refuses to cooperate. Ergo, no scholarship. My hands are tied."

Tony said, "You can't be serious."

Stephanie leaned forward, resting her elbows on the desk and said, "Look, let's be honest with each other. We all know what's been going on between Sarah and Richard Wright. Half the school knows. He's made no secret of the fact that he wants to knock up your daughter. We all know what goes on in his office. Pam tells us, and Sarah tells you. You know don't you Mr. Cooper?"

"Yes, damnit, I w, and I don't like it, not one bit."

"Mrs. Cooper, you a"Mrs. Cooper, you are aware, are you not?"

"Yes, we're both aware."

your knowledge and silent consent for months. I presume you advised Sarah on the best way to satisfy Mr. Wright, but she is not doing that. My advice is that you take Sarah into his office, prepare her for sexual intercourse, hold her down if you have to, and see that the job is done properly."

Tony stood and shouted, "This outrageous! How can you even suggest we do such a thing?"

"You don't have much time, and ng it Sarah's way isn't working."

"This is the most..."

"This is the most..."

arm, saying, "No, calm down, Tony. I'd like to hear what she has to say." Tony plopped down in his seat, dumbly staring at his wife. She had that gleam in her eye, the one she gets when she's in the mood, but it looked so out of place in the guidance counselor's office, especially considering the conversation. "Please, go on, Stephanie. May I call you Stephanie?"

"Certainly, Barbara. Thank you, Tony. No as I was saying, the scholarship and her pregnancy are inseparable items. We'd be wasting time to discuss one without accepting the other, so before we waste each other's time, I'd like to hear it from each of you. Barbara, do you accept this situation?"

"Yes, if that's the way it must be." "Yes, if that's the way it must be."

"Tony?"

;

"Sarah?"

"It doesn't matter what I a"Sarah?"

r mattered before."

"It does now, because we have to stop playing games and gserious about this. Now, do you accept pregnancy as a condition for a scholarship?"

"Yes, I accept it, but I don't like it either. I especially 't like it, and if it does happen, I want an abortion as soon as possible. That's the only way I'll accept it."

"No, I'm afraid that wouldn't do. Abortions are illegal; besideRichard wants you to carry the child to term. Your funds will be cut off otherwise. We're talking about a four year scholarship. You might get the first semester in. He probably couldn't stop that, but that won't do you much good."

Barbara looked concerned and said, "We had no idea he wanted her tave a baby. We were prepared to take her to Mexico for a legal abortion."

"Oh, yes. She must have the baby. Richard wants your daughter to bearbastard child and keep it. I see that doesn't set well with any of you, so I'll ask once again. Before you answer, keep in mind, no bastard, no college. Barbara?"

"Oh, what the hell. If we must; I can accept that."

"Tonquot;

"I guess if she can, I can. This Richard is a sick "Tony?"

He should be put away."

"Sarah?"

Sarah looked away, anger and frustration showing clearly, her"Sarah?"

"Sarah, tell her you'll have Richard's bastard. You are going to college. I don't care how many bastards you have to have to do it. Now, tell her."

"All right. I'll have his damn bastard. Happy?"

"Wonderful, so we're all"All right. I'll have his damn bastard. Happy?"

ichard Wright's child. We've been tracking her monthly cycle, and we set this appointment to coincide with her ovulation. She should be ripe right now. As I said, there isn't much time. If she fails to take this time, I'm afraid the scholarship will go to a less deserving, but already pregnant girl."

Barbara said, "Well, we don't want that to happen, do we dear?"

Tony said, "H... No, of course not."

Stephanie said, "Then you see the wisdom Tony said, "Huh... No, of course not."

plain the urgency, yes I do."

"Good. Mr. Wright should beturning soon. They'll direct him to my office. Like I said, it's no secret und here. I suppose we can take care of the messy necessities right here. Why don't you have Sarah remove her clothes while we wait?"

"Mom, no! I don't need to be naked for what he wants to do, and I certainly don't want anyone else watching. deserve some privacy for going along."

Stephanie said, "That may be, Sarah, but Richard will want your parents to watch, and he'll want you totally nd. I can imagine he'll be bringing in a few others as well."

"That's sick."

"The man is a pervert. He freely admits that, but what choice do we have? We'll hav"That's sick."

I might also add that I am just as perverted as Richard, and I'm dying to watch and eager to get started. Come on, dear, take off your clothes. Let's have a look at that sexy body of yours."

"Mom, please, you and Daddy can't go through with this. You heard her; they're perverts. It will be filthy and disgusti I don't want anybody to see, especially not my own mother and father."

"I'm afraid we are going through with this, sweetheart. There's no other way, and time is running out. Getting pregnant wo ruin your life, but missing out on college will. We can handle filthy and disgusting, and we knew they were perverts from the very beginning. Frankly, I find it refreshing to get this out in the open. It's time we stopped playing games. Don't make this difficult. Take off your clothes, sweetheart."

Barbara forcefully pushed Sarah to her feet. The nervous girl looked from one parent to the other, then began angrily removing herothes. When she stood, totally naked, she said, "There, are you satisfied? This is so degrading and humiliating. I could just die. College can't be worth this."

"It is. Trust me. Shame and humiliation will pass, but a college education lasts a lifetime. Have a seat and stop your whining.&t;

Sarah returned to her seat between her parents and held her knees tightly together with her hands in her lap. Stephanie smiled as she ped into the girl's lap, then said, "I just got a glimpse of your cute pussy, Sarah. Would you mind giving me a better look?"

Tony was shocked, but Barbara slapped lightly on Sarah's thigh saying, "Relax, Sarah. Show Stephanie your pussy. You're going to have spread your legs for Richard anyway." Sarah allowed her mother to remove her hands and place them at her sides. Barbara then lifted Sarah's right leg and laid it over Tony's lap, drawing the left over her own. Sarah hid her face in her hands as her mother's fingers toyed with and fluffed her pubic curls.

Stephanie got up and moved around the desk to kneel between Sarah's legs. She laid her hands on the nearest thigh of each parent, high on the gh, and said, "This is a beautiful cunt your daughter has. I can't wait to see it with Richard's cock in it."

Stephanie's hands slid higher up each thigh. Her right went under Barbara's skirt. Her left went to Tony's left ball. Barbara sucked in a deep brh, then said, "It is, isn't it? I haven't seen it since she was little. She's very shy, even at home."

Stephanie's right hand slowly flowed over the crotch of Barbara's panties and massaged her warm, wet pussy through the material. Her left massaged T's erection and balls. She said, "This is a real treat for you then."

Stephanie leaned forward and licked her tongue up Sarah's slit. She also licked Barbara's fingers as they were parting Sarah's cunt lips to expose the t. Stephanie kept up her massaging of parental crotches while circling the clit and fingers with her tongue. She paused to say, "Oh, this is exquisite pussy. This pussy will fuck beautifully. Do you mind if I masturbate? Licking this fine pussy is making me very horny; but, then, I guess you both realize that."

Barbara said, "Uh... no, go right ahead. I'm sure Tony won't mind. Do you mind, dear?"

"No, I don't mind. It's her office. She can dhatever she wants."

Stephanie went low and probed Sarah's asshole with her tongue. She could l the girl tensing up as she tried hard to stifle a reaction. While doing this, Stepie tore the crotch of Barbara's panties out and slipped two fingers up her sopping snatch while rubbing the woman's clit with her thumb. Barbara reached between Sarah's legs with both hands and pried her girl's pussy lips apart. Stephanie rimmed the exposed cunt hole, then licked pussy and fingers before settling back on her heels and saying, "Thank you, Barbara."

Stephanie also managed to free Tony's cock from his pants despite having to work with the weight of Sarah's leg on her forearm. When it popped free, standing tall, e raised her arm so that the girl's leg dropped behind her father's cock. Stephanie then pressed the cock to her soft calf muscle while rubbing it. Once everything was set, she flattened her tongue and lapped hard and deep up the girl's cuntal groove, ending with a brief clitty suck and parting kiss.

Stephanie stood and said, "Now that's a good tasting pussy, and I'm not all that keen on pussy. Thank you for holding your daughter's cunt open for me, Barbara.&t;

She released the catch on her skirt. When it fell, so did Tony's jaw. She stood naked from the waist in heels, revealing a shaved pussy. She leaned against her desk and ead her feet out. She used both hands, one to part her lips, the other to rub her clit. Three sets of aroused eyes focused on her beaver. Stephanie's eyes focused on Sarah's beaver. Actually, Tony's went between the two.

Stephanie said, "I'm trying to imagine Richard's wonderful big cock fucking Sarah's tight pussy. Would you use your fingers to part her lips so I can see her hole. Oh, s, that's marvelous. Richard, you lucky fucker. You are going to love sinking your stiff cock in this girl's cunt hole. Oh, yes, fuck her cunt Richard. Fuck it hard. Fill her womb with your potent seed. Tony, would you use your fingers to prepare her hole for Richard's cock. I'd like to watch you finger fuck your daughter. Bust her cherry."

Tony looked to his wife. She nodded. He timidly brought his hand to his daughter's cunt under Sarah's watchful eyes. He sank his middle finger in, then another under Stephanie urging. He got a third in when Stephanie described Richard's dick and suggested a third finger would be wise.

Sarah grimaced under the three-finger fucking of her cunt, but voiced no protests, even when her hymen gave way. She was as emotionally detached from the proceedings as she had n at her last session with Richard and Pam. In that session, she laid passively while Pam finger fucked her asshole and her pussy, and Richard jacked off with the head of his cock in her mouth.

She wasn't sucking, just holding her mouth open as instructed. When he came in her mouth, Pam told her not to swallow. Pam had to tell her because the last time she had a mouthful sperm, she swallowed. This time, Sarah was told to kiss Pam and transfer the sperm to her mouth. Richard raised her to a sitting position. They sealed their mouths together, and Sarah dutifully pushed the sperm into Pam's mouth using her tongue.

Pam enjoyed the spermy French kiss, so she was in no hurry. She, in fact, passed it back. Cock goo went back and forth several times, their tongues dueling in the spermy soup. When Paad enough, she drew away. Richard held Sarah upside-down by the hips, telling her to do the splits. She did so without protest. Pam glued her mouth to the girl's hole and spit the sperm into her vaginal cavity. She pushed the mass of sperm in deep with her tongue, taking a very long time. She then used a finger to stir the soup. Throughout this bizarre procedure, Sarah remained calm and detached.

Stephanie observed this for herself. The girl had incredible control over her emotions and feelings, but none over her body. Her pussy lubricated and swelled. Her nipples stood up rigid her C-cup breasts. She was hot and horny, but you'd never know it by her expression. Her mother knew it. She was busy rubbing her daughter's clit while Tony was too deeply absorbed in the fingering of her cunt to notice much of anything.

Stephanie removed her blouse and resumed her masturbating with one hand fondling her breasts enticingly for Tony's benefit. Tony was a tit man, and Stephanie had a set of knockers that couldistract a tit man from a seventeen-year-old virgin's pussy. Stephanie said, "Barbara, I love having my tits sucked and played with when I frig myself. Tony looks like he wouldn't mind helping me out. Would you mind?"

Barbara looked to Tony, then to the tits, smiled and said, "No, go ahead. Getting him to start is no problem, stopping him will be a problem. You have beautiful breasts, Stephanie." Stephanie thanked her then straddled Tony's lap, squatting to bring her cunt against the shaft of his cock and Sarah's leg. She presented her beautiful breasts to the eager man while rubbing her t up and down on his cock. Tony brought both hands into play and sucked as much of her right tit in his mouth as he could get.

While he concentrated on her breasts, Stephanie managed to bend his cock far enough down to get her hole over the head. Barbara and Sarah watched her do this and watched her begin riding the cock wiher clit rubbing on Sarah's calf. Sarah said, "Mom, how can you just sit there and let her do that?"

"Be quiet, Sarah. We're adults. If this upsets you, look away."

He managed five minutes of being fucked with tit play before the door opened and startled him off of a tit.

Stephanias not startled off her cock and said, "Richard, thank god you're here. Thiirl needs a screwing in the worst way. Her daddy busted her cherry, and loosened her up a bit. She's primed and ry for you to fuck."

"Well, I don't know about screwing her in the worst way, but I'll see what I can do." He looked from one parent to the other, saying, "So, we meet again. Let me see, Tony, and Barbara, right?&quoThey; nodded. "And this sweet little cunt I'm very familiar with." He reached in with two fingers, felt around, pulled out, and said, "You did a good job, Tony. Your daughter's cunt is ready to fuck. I hope you enjoy a good fuck show."

Barbara placed her right hand over the bulge in Richard's slacks, looked up with that gleam in her eye and said, while massaging his growing erection. "Yes, we do. Ummm, you do have a nice big cock. Stephanies telling us about it."

She went for his belt and soon had his pants at his ankles. He wore no underwear, so his cock jutted naked from his loins, captured by Barbara's worshipful two hands. Sarah watched her mother with unbelieving eyes. Nne was paying any attention to her, and they'd left her at the peak of arousal. Frustration registered on her face and was transmitted in her voice when she said, "Aren't we here to impregnate me? Can't we just get this over with?"

Barbara stopped licking the tip of Richard's dick and said, "Don't look so eager, Sarah; they'll think we raised a slut."

Sarah huffed, looked to her father who was back sucking Stephanie's breasts, thenid, "Well then, can I get up? I'd rather not have to watch you two making fools of yourselves."

Barbara ignored her and toohe cock deep in her sucking mouth, making continuous moaning noises while fanning her fingers and reverently stroking Richard's loins, hips, and ass, going out of her way to make a fool of herselver Richard's cock.

Stephanie pulled Sarah's leg hard against their fucking crotches, using the girl's leg to rub herself off. Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and said, "You guys are sick. I never saw anything so disgusting. I hope he cuin your mouth, Mom. I hope he doesn't have enough sperm left to get me pregnant. I hope I lose that scholarship; I never get to go to college; and it will all be your fault."

Barbara took the cock out of her mouth, but did not take her mouth off the cock. She turned her head with her lips still in contact with the head, angling his cock toward her frustrated daughter. She licked the precum dripping slittween words, saying, "You had your chance, Sarah. You had months of opportunities that you blew playing games. You kept us on pins and needles all that time, teasing us with your filthy stories. Now, you can just wait. By the way, we know very well that him filling my mouth with sperm won't be a waste. I know what the procedure is thanks to you. Actually, I would prefer getting you pregnant while you remain a virgin, pregnant with your hymen intact. It would be poetic justice for a little prick tease like you."

"That's sick, mother. You'd actually put your mouth on my vagina? It isn't just a matter of spitting it in, you know? No, you have to push it way inside. You'd have to stick your tongue way up inside my vagina and it takes a longime. Besides, they already tried that, and it didn't work. "

Tony stopped his tit sucking to say, "It didn't work because you had your hymen. There's nothing in the way, now."

"Yeah, thanks to you. It still won't work. Sperm can get through hymens. Virgins get pregnant all theme."

Richard liked Barbara's idea and picked up on the hint. He added, "There's one big difference, Sarah. We neveracked your ovulation cycles before. This is the first time. We know you're fertile, now. If your mother keeps sucking my coche way she is, and winds up with a mouthful of sperm, I'm sure the sperm kiss method will be successful. Frankly, I'm pissed at you myself. You deserve a pregnancy without the pleasurable fucking that goes with it. Just think, you may be the first virgin to get pregnant by her mother."

Barbara resumed her sucking more energetically than before. Sarah tightened her folded arms and looked away, steaming. After a few seconds, she looked back and said, "That's fine with me; I don't want your nasty old penis in me anyway. I'm ning you, though, I need to pee real bad. I feel sorry for anyone who gets their face near my vagina and stimulates it. I am not going to be responsible for what might happen."

Sarah was surprised to see the exact opposite effect her threat intended to evoke. All four lust-crazed adults increased their activities. No one suggested she go relieve her bladder, which she genuinely needed to do. Her threat was only a little l She knew, it could happen. "Well, are you going to let me up, or what? I'm serious. I really have to go badly. I can barely hold it in as it is."

Again, she got the same response. This time, however, she triggered three orgasms: her father's, Stephanie's, and her mother got a mouthful of Richard's spend.

The four adults disengaged and stood. Richard sat in Barbara's chair while Barbara heler lips closed with a tight-lipped smile. Richard reached over and pulled Sarah over his lap, turning her upside-down with the back of her head resting on his thighsd her ass against his chest. Sarah offered no resistance, but said, "Oh, this is so sick."

He held her by the hip bones with her back to his chest and said, "Okay, doll, make your Mommy a great big beaver."

Sarah let her legs fall open into the splits, groaning, "This is sick, so sick."

Barbara came forward and placher hands on the insides of her daughter's thighs, close to the pussy, then sealed her mouth over the hole in a vulgar, wide mouthedss. Sarah said, "Mother, how could you?"

Sarah was looking straight up her motherskirt. When her mother moved forward, she had to straddle Richard's legs. Her skirt made a tent over her daughter's head. Barbara was well aware of this and positioned her crotch directly over Sarah's face. The shocked younirl stared up into her mother's bare beaver, panty shreds hanging from the leg bands. She could not believe her mother's wet snatch was hovering inches over her face. The trapped air was heavy with her feminine musk. Each breath Sarah drew in was a mind numbing experience.

When Barbara's long tongue first slithered deep into the aroused teen's pussy, Sarah let out a long moan, then said, "Oh god, mother! How could you stick your tongue in my pussy? Oh GOD! This is sick, so sick."

Sarah noticed the distance closing between face and the pussy above it. She could have brought her hands up to brace against her mother's descending ass but her arms wouldn't move. Her hands limply rested on her mother's high-heeled feet. A drop of pussy juice fell onr nose. Another hit her upper lip, and a third landed between her two lips. With nobody able to see, Sarah licked her lips, decided the taste wasn't offensive, then licked her upper lip.

Barbara tongue-fucked her daughter's hole and purposefully let herself sink lower by fractions of an inch, fully expecting Sarah's hands to spring into action at any moment. She knew she was close. Sarah's breath warmed her inner membranes. She knew she was dripping. It had be falling on the girl's face. Surely, she would turn her head. As long as the warm puffs of air hit her directly in the cunt, she knew the head was still up and centered. She also knew her course was on target.

Barbara took a break from tongue-fucking and began licking Sarah's pussy. This brought a moan from the girl and inspired Barbara to sink by an inch. Shortly after that, she sank another half inch and felt the first contact with her pubic hairs. Sarah felt it and saw it as hairsst above her mother's clit tickled her chin. She tilted her head back, which lowered her nose but raised her lips. Soon, the hairs were tickling her lips and juices ran down those hairs. She didn't dare lick for her mother would surely know she was licking. She did hold her head steady, knowing the cunt would not hold steady.

Barbara was thrilled and sucked Sarah's clit. She settled lower and felt the first bare flesh to bare flesh contact as her clit settled in the space between lips and chin. When Sarah said, "Oh, mother, please, stop doing that," she did so with her lips touching pussy lipBarbara sank lower and the next sentence was partially muffled. "Mother, please don't. Mom, you keep sinking."

Barbara had a good lip to lip contact when she moved her sucking mouth directly over her daughter's piss hole and munched, tickling the hole with her tongue tip. Sarah moaned into her mother's cunt, which was now firmly sealed to her mouth. Though her words were muffled they were aude as she said, "Mother, you're going to make me pee if you don't stop. Mother, I swear, I'll do it. I'll pee in your mouth. Oh mother! Don't. Stop. Ahhh."

Barbara took a long squirt of warm piss and kept sucking. She swallowed the mouthful and wanted to stimulate more. Sarah was amazed to feel her mother still sucking on her piss hole after she'd pissed in her mouth. A hot rush went through her body as she contemplated doing it again. Secs later, she did so and got another rush as her mother nursed it from her hole, then tickled her for more.

Light filled the space as someone raised her mother's skirt. Several hands joined in to divest her mother of her clothes. They continued until she was naked, even ripping away the remains of her panties. The stripping did not interrupt the two. Barbara still nursed; Sarah continued to let rt squirts of piss flow on demand. She also found herself licking the pussy in her face. She did so, mindless of those watching.

Before long, mother and daughter were actively sucking each other's cunts. On impulse, just to see what might happen, Sarah sucked her mother's piss hole and tickled it with her tongue. Her mother got the message, and Sarah got a mouthful of piss, so much piss that it made her cough and sputt Her mother's flow never stopped, in fact. Sarah had to drink and swallow as fast as she could. As fast as she could wasn't fast enough. Piss went everywhere. It overflowed her mouth. Went up her nose, and splashed in her face when her mom raised up unexpectedly to show the others. Sarah continued to try to catch the stream in her mouth. She finally brought her hands up, not to push away, but to try and draw the cunt back to her mouth.

Barbara resisted her daughter's efforts, and Sarah ended up pulling her face into the pissing cunt. This made for a most amusing display of wanton lust. Sarah didn't care anymore. She was overcome, and her mother was chiefly responsible for making her that way. She would just have to deal with iSarah sucked her mother's cunt like an enthusiastic nasty child. She also got even by letting her bladder go. Piss was soon pouring down her torso and her mother was coughing and sputtering. When both flows ceased, mother and daughter relaxed and licked each other dry of piss and vaginal secretions from their mutual climaxes.

When Barbara stepped away and looked down on her sated, wet-faced daughter, she smiled and said, "That should do it, but just to make sure, why don't we continue this practice until her ovulation cycle has passed? Richard, you are welcome to stop by the house anytime, or we can return anytime.ther way or both, but we need to make sure she gets pregnant. And Stephanie, you are always welcome, of course. As for you, Richard, being the father of her child would give you unrestricted rights and privileges that extend beyond her ovulation cycle or school hours. I will personally see to it that Sarah fully honors those rights and privileges as long as she lives under our roof."

Richard stirred Sarah's sperm well and said, "How does that set with you, pretty puss?"

"Like she says, get me pregnant and you have unrestricted rights and privileges. I'm a good girl. I do whatever my mother tells me to do; don't I, Mother?"

"Yes you do, and you sl continue doing so, I assure you."

Stephanie came up and said, "Excuse me, Barbara, bu need to go badly. Mind if I use your sexy daughter?"

"No, be my guest."

As the shaved twat settled in place, Sarah said, "Oh, this is sick. s is so sick. I don't think I can drink another dr... umph... agh... umf.gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp, gulp... ahhhh."



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Master of Ceremonies


Spending a week in a remote wilderness cabin of Northern California wasn't my idea in the first place. I'm more a week in a beach condominium type of woman. Being left alone with my three kids was definitely not my idea, but my husband, Frank, just had to spend a day climbing a mountain with his best friend, Steve.

I was a nervous wreak. The woods are alien to me, full of frightening creatures and sounds. Bears roamed the woods, and we had to keep our food hidden from them. The cabin doors and windows were extra heavy to keep them out. I hate bears.

Our kids liked the cabin and the woods. Bears didn't frighten my boys, but thirteen-year-old Amanda wasn't too keen on meeting one. Amanda was a beach girl as well. We would have preferred lying out wearing our new matching bikinis. We didn't even bring them on this trip.

Matt, my horny fifteen-year-old, and Terry, my adventuresome eleven-year-old, loved exploring. When Frank was around, they ranged far; but with him away, I kept all three close by. They could go in and out, but each time they did, either me or Amanda would have to work the two heavy wooden bars on the door.

A knock was the signal to open the door. We figured bears couldn't knock. We were dead wrong. A knock came. I was closest, so I lifted the bars. When the last one lifted free, the door burst in, and I stumbled back. Three huge men charged in. Two were pushing along Matt and Terry. I grabbed the boys and joined Amanda huddled in the corner. The men stood together leering at us with mischievous grins. They didn't look like killers, but they were pondering a devilish act. I could tell by the way they were looking--at me and Amanda, especially.

I think this is a mother's worst nightmare--being placed in a situation of trying to protect all of her kids from an overwhelmingly powerful foe--like a bear, or three horny woodsmen. Facing these three big men was like facing three bears. One was very tall and hairy, but the other two were tall, heavy, and hairy. They reminded me of bikers, only wearing fur instead of leathers.

All I could do was shout plaintively, "Please, don't harm my children." They just laughed. I said, "What do you want? We didn't bring much cash, but what we have is in my purse by the bed. Take it and please go."

The tallest stepped to me and chucked me under the chin, then drew that hard finger down my neck and into my cleavage, saying, "We're not here for cash, but we'll accept your offer. You and me need to have a private conversation outside. Your kids will be fine unless you do something stupid. If that happens, they won't be fine at all. Come!"

My heart sank. My legs could barely support me, but I calmed the kids and followed. He went a few feet from the cabin, out of sight, and stopped to address me. Before he could speak, I said, "My husband is hunting with a group of men and they should be back any minute. You'd better take the money and go."

"Your husband and his buddy are climbing a hill. They'll camp just under the summit tonight and go to the top to catch the sunrise. That should put them back here by nightfall tomorrow night. We met them going up. He asked if we'd stop in and check on you. Well, we're checkin'."

I thought, "Thanks a lot, Frank."

"All right, lady. I'm going to make you a proposition. You're going to make a choice. We're three very horny men, and we don't aim to leave this cabin horny. We'll take our pleasure, but if we have to commit a major crime, we won't leave any witnesses. We'll be here to finish off your old man and his sidekick, too."

My legs gave way. He caught me and lifted me with one hand. The other grasped my jaw and shook my head. He rattled my brains and I could suddenly stand again. He said, "Now, there is another way we can get our pipes cleaned and you and your kids can continue your vacation."

"Yes, please, I'll do anything. You won't have to use force. I'll do all three of you willingly. I want to; I really do. I am very horny too."

"We'll see, because you are going to be the master of ceremonies at our little orgy."

My heart sank. I knew they wouldn't leave Amanda alone. I am considered beautiful and sexy, but next to Amanda, I'm dog meat. The girl is way too sexy for her own good. She developed early into her Jr. Miss body, a scaled-down version of mine; and mine, at thirty-three, won a wet T-shirt contest in Malibu competing against college coeds. Unless the cavalry charged over the hill, I knew we'd both be screwed in all three holes by all three men.

If it were just me having to face that prospect, my knees would have been weak, but not from fear. I go ga ga over big burly men--biker-type men. My four escapades into infidelity were all with bikers. Frank knows of my weakness and of my falls off the fidelity wagon, which further added to my confusion as to why he'd send these men to me. I mean, if your wife is an alcoholic, you wouldn't send her a case of Johnny Walker, especially when she's looking after your three kids. Either the thin air was getting to him, or he was just being cruel. There was also the possibility that he wanted something to happen. When he's in the right mood, retelling the adventures can get him excited. Even when not in the mood, my flings are something he accepts. He calls it his concession. My concession is tolerating his need for an occasional hooker.

When I said I was horny and willing, I was telling the truth. Even after he made it clear that they wanted Amanda as well, I remained horny, though a part of me rebelled--the mother part. He could see my mother part trying to see a way out of this orgy and said, "We're going to screw your kids either way. I'm just offering you a way to survive it. Take it or leave it."

I noted the fact that he used kids, not kid. It made me wince, but I thought it would serve Frank right if his little men got their fanny's reamed because of his little prank. Actually, this statement brought relief. It made me realize there was only one option. I said, "I guess we'll have an orgy then. How do you want me to work this?"

He smiled for the first time. I love making a rugged biker-type smile. He said, "Have you taught your kids about the birds and the bees?" I said that we hadn't formally done so. We left that to the school. He said, "Then do it formally. Teach us too. Teach us everything. Teach by example. It better cover everything, or we'll be unsatisfied, and we won't leave here unsatisfied."

I gulped. I needed clarification. I said, "Are you suggesting I cover acts of incest?" He grinned. "Mother/daughter?" He smiled. "Mother/son?" He smiled big. "Anal, oral, golden showers, S&M, the works?"

He smiled and added, "We want to see some stuff on bondage and discipline, too. Use the girl for that lesson, and you'd better make her bleed, or we'll do it right."

I felt weak in the knees again. I love B&D games, and I agree with him: it ain't real B&D unless you draw a little blood. He steadied me. It felt good to be steadied by powerful masculine arms. One part of my brain shouted, "Oh boy!" Another part cried, "Oh shit!"

He led me back to the cabin, saying, "I'll give you a minute with the younguns to get everybody in the mood to party before class begins."

I quickly huddled with the kids and immediately stifled their million and one questions with a, "Shut up and let me talk."

They shut up and I said, "Look, our lives are in danger if we don't fully cooperate with these men. They want sex--raw, dirty, nasty sex. They want me to pretend I'm teaching a class on the subject, and they expect me to demonstrate every act. It will involve you kids, me, and them in an orgy of sorts. You kids had better do everything, I mean everything we say to do. The most important thing is to survive, and that's what I intend to see happen. I don't care what shape your bodies are in when we get through this. Bodies heal; dead people don't. I'll drag you kids through this kicking and screaming if I have to. I'll beat you black and blue if necessary, but you will survive. Is that clear?"

They all nodded fearfully. They seemed to know the purpose of the men's visit before I said anything, and they had some time to contemplate their immediate future. We were all operating in survival mode. Even Matt, who can usually be counted on to produce an erection at the mere hint of something nasty (seen or heard) listened with a soft penis. Amanda, who loved showing off her new body and teasing grown men with it, looked shy and inhibited. I'm sure Amanda said goodbye to her cherry. I did. Terry just appeared in shock.

The tall man's loud voice broke up the huddle, saying, "It's class time, teacher."

Since we hadn't been introduced (and weren't likely to be) I mentally nicknamed the leader, Lurch. The red bearded one was Redbeard, of course. The dark one was Blackbeard. Redbeard and Blackbeard sat on the couch with Matt and Terry between them. Lurch pulled up a stool by the end of the couch and pulled Amanda onto his lap. She sat stiffly with his hands exploring her legs. A long, heavy, oak coffee table was before the couch. I stood behind it, facing my class. I figured I may as well plunge right in, so I said, "All right class. Today, we learn all about sex in all of its variations."

My intention was to strip to get the mood going. I intended using my body as the example to cover the female anatomy. As I watched poor Amanda trying to bear up to the groping of her crotch--on the verge of panic--I said, "Now, to explain the female anatomy, I need a female volunteer. You, there, you look female. You'll do nicely."

The men laughed, and Lurch propelled her toward me. Amanda came eagerly, but she was going from the frying pan to the fire. I knew, however, that with me, she wouldn't panic, and with luck, I might be able to light a fire where she needed one. I asked that she mount the table and stand facing the class. Her hand, using my shoulder for support, felt cold and clammy.

I removed her flannel shirt, then a T-shirt, then her C-cup bra. Her tits burst onto the scene and silenced the class. I paused to admire them myself. Her tits are superb--hard orbs of creamy-smooth flesh, white against her spring tan, capped by conical, quarter-size, cherry-red nipples. Her nipples were also erect. I moved behind her and reached under her arms to cup her breasts in both hands, as though in offering. I couldn't resist squeezing them, forcing her nipples to arch up.

I said, "These are breasts, tits, boobs. They feed milk to babies, but they serve another purpose--to make sex more pleasurable. You can squeeze them, lick them, suck on them, and bite them gently. The nipples are very sensitive and she derives great pleasure from attentions to them. When stimulated, they become hard as hers are now."

I came around her right side and played with her tits, leaning in to lick and suck the right one while toying with the left. I must confess, I was liking this part. The men liked what I was doing, and Matt had a hard-on. Amanda seemed to relax a bit. The obvious excitement her tits created in the men had an effect on her, but I think my hands and mouth were chiefly responsible.

Since I was in front, I unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them to her feet, leaving her in panties with her pants around her ankles. Her nerves came back and she stood trembling, dying of shame. I had to take a break. The sight was just too exciting to move quickly through. The panties she had on were old ones, riding low on her hip and snug in the crotch. They outlined her sex and showed the mat of her pubic bush through the worn and faded material.

I wanted a pointer of some kind and searched the room with my eyes, settling on the three-foot tip section of a fishing pole. When I picked it up, I subconsciously swished it through the air. Clearly, it would serve a dual purpose nicely. That fact occurred to Amanda as well. She looked like a trapped bunny, just waiting for the big bad wolf's jaw to clamp down on its throat. I felt like a wolf as I approached her. I was sorely tempted to start the B&D session right then. Her flawless thighs needed a few red lines across the backs.

I resisted, and used the rod tip to poke her nipples, saying, "These are erogenous zones on the female body." Amanda held steady against the poke of my pointer. This pleased me, so I poked harder, inverting one nipple completely and causing her to wince. Causing her pain gave me a rush. I hated myself at one level, but it was a level several times removed by that time. I said, "But there are many more."

I got behind her and hooked her panty waist band at both hips. I tugged slowly, unveiling her with sensuous deliberation. The men and both boys were leaning forward as the first hairs saw light. Amanda had her head down, on the verge of tears. I moved her panties slowly down her legs, then lifted one foot after the other to remove her shoes, socks, jeans and panties. Now she was naked, and I wanted a look. I stepped to her front while those behind peered around me. God, what a sexy doll I have. I do appreciate the female form, the vagina especially. I've had a few women in my time, but nothing compared to my Amanda.

Amanda had a pussy that was made for eating. It looked like a fancy French dessert--a puffy-lipped, cream-filled pastry. Her light brown pubic hairs grew thin on the lips, leaving them naked and vulnerable. The clit, shiny and stiff, was like a little skinless rodent trying to squeeze out of a trap. Her inner lips--thin, pink, and with tiny wrinkles--looked like someone stuffed them in her crack, held in place by the puffy outer lips. She revealed a deep crack that disappeared between her legs, glistening with her vaginal wetness, offering a hint at the visual treasures within. I couldn't wait to feast my eyes on those treasures, neither could the class. Redbeard shouted, "Let's see the fuck hole."

I tapped the inside of her right ankle and ordered her to stand with her feet wide apart. She made a slight groan, but moved both feet out shoulder width. I kept tapping until they were over a yard apart and her two sets of vaginal lips separated from each other with sticky reluctance. We could even see her fuck hole, or at least, the top part. The class was dipping low to see it all.

Standing to the side, I said, "Place your hands on your ass and stick out your vagina." She did so, but it embarrassed her greatly. I said, while tapping her mound with my pointer, "This, class, is a vagina, better known as a pussy, a cunt, a twat, or a beaver. This is the essence of a female. This is where the highest concentration of erogenous zones are located, and this is where you will find the primary avenue to the warm, wet, soft membranes of her insides."

The men were loving my anatomy lesson. I was afraid they'd think I was taking too long, or stalling, but they were all into it. I also noticed that Amanda was no longer trembling and frightened, but showed a deep flush of excitement at her forced exposure. She also seemed to like my lesson.

"This [I gave her clit a light rap, which made her jerk] is her clit, and a girl's clit is a bundle of raw nerves, as you can see. These are her outer lips, which cushion the impact of a hard driving cock. These are the inner lips that caress the shaft while she's getting fucked. Lower, in the center of her crack, is her fuck hole, as the gentleman pointed out. This is where you aim your cocks. It likes anything long and cylindrical, but prefers cocks, tongues, and fingers in that order. We will examine her fuck hole more closely and view the other entrance to her buttery insides, her asshole. First, she must assume a better position. Amanda, turn and face the other way, then touch your toes. Be sure to keep your feet out the same distance."

Amanda got into the new position without a groan or complaint. She did better then requested. Her feet went out several more inches and she bent so low that the back of her head rested on the table top, looking up. She wanted to see, too.

Instead of touching her toes, she grasped her ankles. Her feet were spread too far apart for her to touch the toes. The spread she presented was exquisite, better than I'd hoped. Her vulva blossomed before the class, exposing the fullness of her female opening and her anus just above it. In her position, even she could see all of her pussy. If there was any doubt as to her state of arousal, her dripping hole dispelled that doubt. Her cunt cream soon oozed to the top of her crack and dripped off her clit to fall in her face.

I drew my pointer tip around the area of her hole, then inserted the tip gingerly, saying, "This, gentlemen, is the young lady's fuck hole. As you can plainly see by all the vaginal lubrication seeping from it, this young lady is anticipating the reception of a stiff cock. She is making herself ready to fuck. Deep inside, her womb is preparing to welcome millions of sperm from the male organ in the hope that at least one will penetrate her egg and result in a baby."

I ran the pointer around the inside of her cunt ring, saying, "Just inside is a ring of muscle tissue that she will squeeze and relax while your cock slides in and out. The purpose is to heighten the pleasure of the male, inducing him, with this milking action, to surrender his sperm, thus completing the mating cycle, and beginning--with any luck--the pregnancy cycle."

I don't know what possessed me to say, "with any luck," but those were my feelings. The idea of Amanda winding up pregnant from this forced exposure to sex with grown men thrilled me to the core. The idea appealed to the men as well. They all voiced their hope of knocking my daughter up. I looked at Amanda's face. She had twenty or thirty drops of pussy juice all around her nose and mouth. Another landed on the corner of her lips as I looked for her reaction to my statement. She seemed to accept what I'd said. She certainly wasn't anxious about the possibility.

I searched my memory, trying to remember when her last period was. I usually know, because we share the same box of Kotex. It would spoil things to ask if the answer would reveal that she would be unlikely to conceive. When I realized that it was about two weeks, I proceeded along these lines, saying, "If a female accepts a virile cock into her fuck hole when she's near the mid-point between periods, she's almost certain to get pregnant. The more cocks she receives, the more certain the outcome is. Amanda, when was your last period?"

As I had thought, she said it was two weeks ago. I addressed the class, saying, "Well, we will have a rare treat, for it appears our volunteer has a fertile womb with an egg waiting to welcome your sperm. Some lucky man will conceive a child in this girl's womb today. Chances are, it will be whoever goes first. I'll let you men decide among yourselves. The boys will go last." Matt and Terry both looked surprised that I included them, pleasantly surprised. Matt couldn't wait. He rubbed his dick openly.

As I expected, Lurch took this honor upon himself and stood. He began removing his clothes. Amanda watched with avid interest from her inverted vantage point. Her position was as good if not better than any, so I left her in it. She appeared ready and willing to accept her fate--very willing.

When Lurch dropped his pants, a nine-inch, thickly-veined erection bobbed free. He fisted it as he got in behind Amanda. I stood at her side and guided the cock to her cunt hole. I prayed he wouldn't hurt her too badly, and was relieved when he showed a gentle approach, grasping her by the hips and gently applying just enough pressure to advance steadily. Once his thick head got past her ring, he gave her short strokes while keeping up the steady pressure.

Amanda watched the cock go in, inch by inch, moaning her pleasure. When the head encountered her hymen, he stopped. I knelt and placed my hand on her forehead, saying, "Now, this will hurt a bit. Brace yourself."

She bit down on her lower lip, and Lurch pulled hard. Amanda let out a sharp yelp. Two more inches of cock slid in, then the last two went in over the next few minutes. Matt and Terry were on their knees watching intently as this huge man fucked their sister. Amanda came right after the full penetration. Lurch's swinging balls slung their fuck juices all over the dazed child. Her face was a mask of both pleasure and pain as Lurch started pouring it to her. I never saw anything so erotic. My cunt ached for that cock, or any cock.

As Lurch neared his climax, and as Amanda neared her third, I reached between his legs and held his balls. The idea that the balls I held probably contained the seed of my daughter's child thrilled me. I should have been thinking about an immediate abortion, but I was thinking about a big-bellied young teenager, cribs, and diapers. When Lurch came, I gently milked his balls. He liked that added touch.

When he pulled out, Amanda's cunt gaped wide and leaked a long run of fuck that fell on her face. Redbeard took his place, entering her easily with a cock an inch shorter than Lurch's. He lasted five minutes, then Blackbeard took over. His cock was the same length as Lurch's, but it was considerably thicker. When he got in to the balls, he forced out the other men's sperm, or so it must have seemed to Amanda, as she was drowning in falling fuck.

Matt already had his dick out and was keeping it ready with his fist. Our eyes met several times. Each time, he seemed to say, "Sorry, but you said..." I tried to convey with mine, "Don't apologize, I'm dying to see you fuck your sister." I think my eyes also said, "God damn, Son, why have you been hiding that magnificent cock? If I had known that was behind the lump in your pants, Mommy would have been much friendlier. You better believe she'll be friendlier in the future."

Honestly, Matt had my dream cock, even if it was only seven inches long. I love a cock with a wide, flaring crown. His was like a fireman's hat. My pussy drooled over it, and I could hardly take my eyes off it. He caught me staring numerous times. Since I guided the others in, I guided him in as well. I took the liberty of giving his cock a few strokes with my hand, running fingers over the crown before steering him to the target. Letting go was difficult. When he came, I was milking his balls. When he slowly withdrew, I was milking his cock. I held him in her cunt for over a minute, milking that beautiful cock in my daughter's well-fucked pussy.

Terry was rather anti-climatic. His five-inch boner barely touched the walls of her cunt after the others finished with it. When he complained that he hardly felt anything, I made a ring around the base of his cock with my thumb and forefinger and he fucked that. I ended up jerking him off in Amanda's cunt while keeping the head lodged in her opening. Poor Amanda was nearing collapse, drained by a series of orgasms and the difficult pose. When Terry finally shot his load, she collapsed, melting all the way to the floor with the back of her head resting on the table.

I was the only one who had not exposed genitals, and mine were dying to get some exposure. As I began stripping, I looked on Amanda, saying, "Since our volunteer is temporarily incapacitated, I will have to serve as the female model for lesson number two, anal sex."

She was in no condition to take those men in her ass anyway, and I am very anal. Besides, I was dying to give Matt a good look at what he could have any time in the future with just a nod or a wink. That boy had an ass rod and his mommy's primary fuck hole was her asshole.

As soon as I was naked, I mounted the table and assumed the rear, bent-over pose. By looking through my legs, I could see my class and my ass. I watched Matt's reaction and was very pleased. Matt liked his mommy a lot, especially Mommy's pussy and asshole. I used the pointer to point out my asshole and said, "This is the anus and another entryway into a female, or a male for that matter. Using the anus for sex is done purely for pleasure and cannot result in pregnancy. Since I am on the pill and can't get pregnant anyway, I will demonstrate this type of fucking. Step up, gentlemen. The boys will go last."

Matt was pleased to be included once again. Lurch stepped up, but shoved his cock in my pussy. I took him easily, and he fucked me hard, pulling out at the last and shoving it up my ass. Redbeard did likewise, but Blackbeard fucked my ass from the beginning. Then Matt got in place. I smiled up at him as he crouched.

The men could fuck me from the floor, but Matt had to stand on the table and crouch a bit. I swooned at the feel of his cock. He used it to explore the entire vaginal area. I said, "Feel free to put it in my cunt to get lubricated first." He boldly sent it deep in my pussy. He fucked me for a minute or so, then centered on my ass. It was exquisite, feeling that crown part my sphincter and pop inside. He butt fucked me so good; I came while frigging my clit.

Terry didn't have to crouch while standing on the table, but he only wanted my ass. He stuck it right in and humped. A few minutes later, he groaned, shuddered, then pulled out his drippy dick. With the five males having spent twice each, they needed a rest. Clearly, it was time for some mother/daughter action and a little B&D warm up exercise.

We both needed a hosing off. Cum had dripped all over our faces and chests. Our crotches were a runny mess, and cum streaked our legs. On the other hand, a mother/daughter sixty nine would be a real treat for those men under those conditions. A good, lewd performance demanded we do it as we were.

I felt almost certain that Amanda would balk at sucking my cunt, especially in its present condition. Maybe I'm looking at it from a different perspective, but I always thought it was more bizarre for a daughter to lick her mother's cunt than the reverse. At least, I figured the men were more looking forward to that scene, though they'd enjoy and expect both. Clearly, some bondage and discipline was in order.

I helped Amanda to her feet, then had her lie on her back on the table while I searched for suitable binding material. The cotton belt to my robe was perfect. I used it to bind her hands behind her back, then turned her to lie across the long axis of the table with her head hanging off the class side, pulling her tied hands under the table. I pulled each foot back under the table and wound them in the bindings, thus hog-tying her backward with the table running through her body and her bound limbs.

Her tits were displayed nicely, stretched up and most vulnerable, but her cunt needed to be as vulnerable and open. What was needed was something to tie to each knee that could be tied to the table legs. The men offered their belts, and she was very vulnerable moments later. She looked a sight, and I just had to take a moment to admire it.

Amanda looked up at me with pleading, concerned eyes from her backward bound position. I addressed the class, saying, "A female needs periodic discipline to remind her of her subservient role in life, and especially in matters of sex. She should be bound tightly and forced to endure pain and humiliation, or she'll never make a good sexual servant. She needs to know who's boss, and she needs to learn to serve that boss in any way the boss pleases. I will now demonstrate the technique. For this demonstration, the servant's role will be played by Amanda Richards. The role of the boss will be played by yours truly."

I stood between Amanda's legs and looked down on her messy snatch. Smiling, I reached in and stirred my finger in her hole, saying, "She's probably already pregnant, but it wouldn't hurt to stir the pot and give everybody a fighting chance." This brought comments from every guy. Mostly, "Stir it good." I stirred it good, then stood with the rod in hand.

Poor Amanda raised her head and looked terrified as I swished the air over her menacingly. Her pleading eyes said, "Mom, you can't be serious. You can't be thinking about hitting me with that thing." But I was, and her perfect tits begged for my rod. Those white mounds were like targets with those red centers. My first cut went across the top of her right breast, slashing across the nipple--a bull's eye. Amanda howled like a banshee caught in a wringer. Her tears began streaming. The next three were on the other breast--one on top; two cut the underside.

I wasn't hitting her that hard, really, just hard enough to leave a red mark. I've taken much harder and had the skin broken, so I knew she wasn't dying. She sounded like she was dying, though. I whipped her breasts mercilessly until they were both masses of red streaks. I stepped to the end of the table and streaked her abdomen. For my finale, I stood with her head between my knees and focused on her lower abdomen, cunt, and thighs. For this, my class got up and repositioned themselves at Amanda's feet.

I hadn't bothered to see how my sons were taking this bizarre demonstration, showing my dark side for the first time. When Matt plopped down between his sister's knees and looked up with lust-filled eyes, I knew how he took it. His eyes said, "Hit her in the cunt, Mom. Hit her hard."

Terry, who sat beside his brother, looked almost as excited. He, too, wanted to see a cunt whipped from up close. Amanda begged me to stop, begged me not to hit her down there, probably never dreaming I'd actually be aiming at her clit and trying for her slit.

My first cut set her straight. I drew up, locked eyes with Matt, silently sending the message, "This is for you, sweetheart." My arm came down hard and fast, and the rod hit dead center, splitting her wet crack and cutting across her clit. Amanda screamed so loudly, she hurt our ears. I'd wait for her screaming and begging to die down, then deliver another. I hit her ten times in the cunt, most went like the first. I then worked over her inner thighs, outer thighs, lower abdomen and pubic mound. My class wanted more, so I returned to her cunt and delivered ten more, harder than the first ten.

Amanda was numb by this time. She was delirious and meekly moaned as each swat landed. There was blood lust in their eyes. Her cunt had absorbed a terrible beating, was bright red and swollen, but wasn't actually bleeding. I figured, "What the hell, she'll heal fast." I hauled off and hit her as hard as I could. The rod landed with a wet, sickening thwack, dead center. Blood oozed slowly, but mixing with the wetness, quickly turned her whole cunt blood red.

They were satisfied, but my subject needed a bucket of cold water dumped on her to revive her. We had no bucket, but, since golden showers were on the list, and since I was in the perfect position, and since my bladder was about to burst anyway, guess what? Right, I pissed all over my daughter. The men and my boys thought this was hilarious. They soon had their cocks out and added their contribution, aiming mostly at her cunt and tits. Amanda came to with the last of my piss falling on her face.

She turned her face hard to the right. I stopped my flow and squatted, grabbing her head to position her face-up before settling my cunt to her mouth. I ordered her to open her mouth, and she did not hesitate. With the class watching intently, I dribbled the rest in her mouth. I almost filled her mouth, then holding her head firmly, I sat my cunt on it, sealing it tightly with her nose poking me in the asshole. I said, "Now swallow and lick. Lick my cunt real good, or you'll get ten on the clit."

We all watched her throat muscles as she swallowed in one big gulp, then began licking and swallowing. I didn't need to hold her head up, so I let go. She sucked and licked my cunt like an old lezzie pro. I got my knees on the table by each shoulder and Amanda's head raised to follow my pussy. The class returned to their seats for the better view. I said, "This is cunt lapping. Done properly, she will use her tongue from my asshole to my clit. She will probe both holes, lap the juices from my slit, and pause from time to time to suck on my clit. As you can see, she is doing it properly.

"When I cum, she will fasten her mouth to my cunt hole and suck all the juice out. This is called, sixty-nine." I dipped my head to Amanda's crotch and gave her a soothing tongue bath, ending with a clitty suck. She was still too numb between the legs to cum, but I wasn't, and did so. Amanda sucked ravenously on my weeping hole.

I uncoupled from Amanda and got up. The class returned to their seats on the couch. I turned to face my class with my legs straddling Amanda's head. I sat on her chest with my hands resting on my knees, holding them out wide. Amanda's head came up and began licking me. I smiled and said, "That, gentlemen, is how you train a female to serve your needs. That ends the basic instruction. I suggest we open this up to a free for all." The men agreed. I looked to Matt and said, "Sweetheart, would you like to fuck me?"

He nodded eagerly. I reclined fully on Amanda and Matt slid his cock in my cunt. Amanda licked us both while he screwed me royally. Amanda got three more fucks while in this position, and sucked off Terry after Matt came in her face. We fucked and sucked long into the night and all the next day. It was a true orgy. Both boys got their fannies reamed. Amanda received a gallon of potent sperm in her cunt and three more discipline sessions. The last was particularly bloody because they wanted me to use a bundle of thorny stems.

The men left the cabin late the following afternoon with smiles on their faces. We hurriedly worked to set the place right, just as it had been when the guys left to climb the mountain. When they arrived, everything was just as they'd left it, or so they thought. We covered Amanda and left her in bed, telling Frank she wasn't feeling well. That much was the truth.

We survived the ordeal, but nothing was the same after that. When Frank leaves the house, I must deal with three sex maniacs. Amanda adores me and can't do enough to please me, though I beat her regularly and for no reason. Matt screws me constantly, and Terry is forever wanting his ass fucked or cock sucked.

Amanda was pregnant, and I wanted her to stay pregnant. She wanted to stay pregnant just because it pleased me. We concealed her condition from her father until it was too late to abort. Four months later, while Amanda and I lounged by the pool, Frank looked hard at her puffed-up belly and said, "If I didn't know better, I'd say Amanda was pregnant."

Without looking up, I said, "What makes you think you know better?"

"Amanda, are you pregnant?"

"Yes, Daddy."

He sank to his knees and laid his hand on her belly, turning to me, saying, "Were you aware of this?"

"Aware? I was there."

"Where? When? Who?"

I sat up, locked eyes with him, and said, "The cabin. Four months ago. By the three men you sent to rape us."

He staggered and sat on his ass. "But... why? Why didn't you do something about this. Four months? She can't abort, now. Why?"

"I assumed you wanted her pregnant. Did I assume wrong, dear?"

He placed his head in his hands and said, "Oh, Jesus. Oh my god."

I said, "Look on the bright side, Frank. You can't get her any more pregnant than she is. Amanda, go take your father to our bedroom and show him what those men taught you."

Frank looked up as Amanda stood and stripped off her bikini. He looked to me. I smiled. Amanda offered him her hand, saying, "Come on, Daddy, I'm horny." He slowly got to his feet and allowed Amanda to lead him away.

This story has a happy ending. Amanda has another cock to serve. Matt never has to endure a hard-on that won't go away. Terry has discovered his homosexuality early in life. Frank discovered his bisexuality and spends a lot less of our money on whores now. Me, I couldn't be happier; I am the master of ceremonies.



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Perfect Angel


The Stevenson family looked normal to those looking in from the outside. This is the inside story. John, Susan, and their twelve-year-old daughter, Tammy, made a beautiful family portrait. Handsome John, with his distinguished, business-like air of authority filled the background, looming over Susan and Tammy as he did in real life. John had to have everything his way, and ran everything to see that it was. John ran a construction company. John also ran a mistress.

Susan was a good physical match to her dark handsome spouse--petite, fair, elegant, exceptionally well-groomed, and always fashionably dressed in sexy designer clothes. She wore heels to the market. Her beauty turned heads but her attitude commanded respect. Susan liked things looking proper but resisted being controlled. She let John run things to a point. Susan managed a beauty salon. She also managed several affairs.

Tammy was the perfect angel. As an only child with parents who were away most of the time, she could have been a real problem. Tammy was never a problem. She toed the line, followed the rules, got A's as a matter of course, and was seen not heard as parents prefer. Tammy looked like her mother: blond, blue eyes, light skin with faint tiny freckles, and was developing quickly into her mother's full figure. Tammy had tits that looked out of proportion to her smaller than average body. Everyone noticed Tammy's tits, because her mother hadn't found time to shop for bras. Tammy was too shy to bring it up. Tammy's tits embarrassed little Tammy.

The child grew up a loner and, with her media material carefully controlled, she knew very little about the facts of life. She knew where babies came from and how they were made, but that information came from a heath textbook. Tammy never saw her parents naked, certainly not making love. The sounds of passion never drifted from their room. Tammy respected her parents, admired her mother especially, but love eluded her. Physical intimacy was something she never experienced unless hugs and a peck on the forehead counted.

Early in the seventh grade, Tammy befriended a strange girl, a pretty girl, but different. They were both going on thirteen but were physical opposites. Sara Plunket was tall for her age, dark complected, outgoing, and could teach sex education classes to sailors. They had one thing in common--Sara was also a loner.

Sara knew a great deal about sex, and she liked to talk about her favorite subject in graphic detail, making sex sound like the most exciting experience on earth. Sara shocked Tammy every time they got together to talk, mostly because the girl was having sex with both of her parents, her parents' friends, even animals. In addition, she usually provided visual aids.

Tammy could not imagine having sex with a full grown man after seeing the pictures Sara showed her. She saw cocks of all sizes, human and canine, all hard and usually spewing forth rich white cream. All looked huge to Tammy. She knew the opening between her legs was much too tiny for anything she saw. Even her finger felt big.

Tammy met Sara's father when they stopped at her friend's house to get a book a few weeks after they'd met. Sara wanted Tammy to wait on the corner, but Tammy was dying to see Sara's bizarre parents, especially the father. Under Tammy's persistence, Sara relented, saying, "Okay, kid, but you're asking for trouble. You're on your own once we get inside."

Sara's father, Gary, was the exact opposite of her own father. He was short, unshaven, crude, had a beer belly, and was anything but orderly. Where her father had inexpressive, serious eyes, Gary had bright, mischievous eyes. Gary was like a kid that never grew up. Even when he yelled, he appeared to be laughing. When he put on a serious face, his expression was mask-like. Beneath the mask was a grinning little devil. Tammy knew boys like Gary, but she'd never met a grownup like him.

The Plunkets lived in a little house filled with junk. Gary cussed and yelled at Sara's mother the whole time they were there. Sara wasn't at all like her usual self around him. She and her mother were quiet and deferential. Gary called Tammy and Sara over, saying, "Introduce me to your little friend, Sara."

Sara led Tammy to his easy chair and he sat forward, drawing Tammy in with an arm around her waist, saying, "You're a real cutie pie, you are! What's your name, kid?"

"Tammy Stevenson."

Tammy stood stiffly in his grasp. His beer breath bothered her. Worst of all, his hand squeezed her ass cheeks, something no man ever did to her. After several minutes with one hand squeezing her ass while the other roamed up and down her legs, he let her go. She wore a full-body flush. He swatted her ass as she turned to walk away. The slap was a hard swat that stung and left a hand print that was still visible when she got home. The sting gave her an odd sensation, though. As she and Sara walked down the street afterward, Sara told her she was surprised he didn't feel her ass under the skirt.

Tammy had never been spanked, so that form of physical contact was new to her. Oddly, she kind of liked the way her ass tingled as they walked. Tammy thought about that slap often. In recalling it, she wasn't angry that he did it, or that he hit so hard. The assault was a playful slap, not a mean slap. Her ass hurt, but the tingle lasted so much longer than the hurt. Right after the slap, she resolved never to turn her back on Gary again, but it wasn't long before she changed that resolve. Days later, her resolve was to endure another ass groping if that's what it took to get another slap. After a week to reflect on the event, Tammy decided she could take an under-the-skirt groping as well.

Two weeks later, Tammy coaxed Sara into stopping by her house once again. Sara eyed her new friend suspiciously, then said, "Why? Does your fanny need warming?" Tammy turned red. "Hey, I understand. I like it too, sometimes. We get it all the time, Mom especially. If you think a hand slap makes you tingle, try the belt on your bare butt."

"He beats you with a belt?"

Sara looked around to see if anyone could see, then hiked her skirt and pulled the back of her panties down. Red welts crossed her ass cheeks. "Feel. They're raised up. Go ahead!"

Tammy ran a hesitant finger over the area and could feel each red stripe. "God, that must hurt."

"Nah, only when I first sit. Boy does it tingle, though."

"Why would he do that to you?"

Sara dropped her skirt, saying, "Because the Bears lost to the Eagles." Tammy's brow wrinkled. "Football teams. Actually, Dad didn't do this. He bet his friend, Marty, ten bucks against ten across my ass that the Bears would win. Fuckin' Bears; they're worthless. At least I got a good butt-fucking out of it--two. Nothing gets a man's dick hard like whipping a little girl's ass. If you wanna know the truth, I was rooting for the Eagles."

As they walked along, Tammy could not help but admire Sara. Nothing ever seemed to bother her, and she never complained about her bizarre lifestyle. She was always cracking jokes and making light of her situation. Tammy, on the other hand, complained constantly to Sara about being neglected, ignored, and set aside. It was all very odd.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Sara's house loomed up ahead. "Uh oh, Marty's there. You picked a bad time to stop by. Do you still want to go in?"

"They wouldn't hit me with a belt, would they?"

"Nah, not likely, unless they could tell you wanted them to. They wouldn't try anything that might make you go crying to your folks. I've got to warn you, though. Dad was pretty hot for you after he met you. He'll try something. He wants to fuck you real bad."

"What? Really? Why, what did I do?"

"Well, for one thing you didn't rat on him for playing with your ass or smacking your fanny. And another thing, you let him feel you up and you're coming back. To my dad, that's like saying, 'Hey, mister, please fuck me.' "

"I never let him; he just did. He wouldn't try if I said no, would he?"

"No, like I said, he won't do anything that might piss you off."

"Well, let's go in then."

"Okay, but you're on your own. Don't blame me if you come out walking bow legged with a bleeding pussy."

The two girls entered the house and Gary shouted, "Hey, it's the little blond princess. Come give old Gary a hug, sweetie."

Tammy reddened at the fuss he made, but walked up to him and went stiffly into his embrace. He hugged her close and smelled her hair. His hands roamed her ass and the backs of her upper thighs, moving the skirt up with them, exposing her backside to his leering buddy. He held the hug, saying, "Oh, baby, you smell so sweet. I'll bet bees follow you everywhere you go." Tammy giggled and said, "No they don't." He said, "I'll bet your poop comes out in little perfumed plastic capsules don't it?" Tammy blushed, giggled, and shook her head.

Gary finally let her go, saying, "Tammy, I want you to meet a good buddy of mine. Why don't you go give Marty a big hug." He turned Tammy to face the tall, lanky, beady-eyed man with two front teeth missing. His long arms were open to receive her. Gary's hard smack to her ass propelled her half way to him.

Marty gathered her up and squeezed the stuffings out of her. He nuzzled her neck with one hand exploring her legs clear up to her crotch. Tammy squirmed to get loose, but didn't cry out. He held her in place with one hand around her lower back. The other explored her body, even coming up under the dress in front to feel her unprotected tits. The hand then went down, straight inside her panties and into her crotch where his bony fingers felt everything she had between her legs and probed both holes.

Gary allowed a good long feel then stopped Marty, saying, "Hey, none of that shit, Marty. Let her go, you asshole. You don't cop feels off a nice girl like Tammy."

Marty reluctantly let Tammy go. She stumbled back, gasping. His slap sent her to Gary, who caught her and smoothed her dress. Tammy permitted Gary's hands--on the pretext of smoothing her dress--to roam the same areas that Marty got chewed out for touching. Satisfied with her response (or lack of one), Gary said, "Did I see panties when Marty had his hand up your dress, Tammy?"

"I guess."

"Didn't Sara or my wife tell you the rule about no panties in my house?"

"No."

He turned and yelled, "Bitch! Get in here." When Ann, Sara's mother, came running in, Gary addressed her and Sara, saying, "Why didn't either of you fucking whores tell Tammy, here, about our no panties in the house rule?"

Sara and Ann exchanged puzzled looks. Ann responded with, "I guess we forgot."

"You forgot? Tammy is breaking our house rules because you two sluts forgot. Well that's just fucking great. Tammy, you just stand aside, this ain't your fault. Bring your ass over here, Bitch!"

Ann came quickly for a woman eight months pregnant. She lifted her maternity house dress high over her big belly. Tammy gasped at seeing a pregnant woman exposed. The big belly almost caused her to miss the more shocking sight--a shaved and tattooed pussy with a gold ring through the clit. She eased across her husband's lap, settling her belly between his open legs with her ass aimed toward Tammy.

Gary delivered a dozen hard hand slaps while cursing and berating her. Ann's ass recoiled with each blow and turned red. Tammy stared at the woman's pussy, marveling at the length of her slit and the size of her clit. The ring through the clit fascinated Tammy, as did the serpent coiled through the lips with a rose in its mouth. The snake's head covered Ann's pubic mound, but Tammy couldn't see that part very well. Long after the spanking, Gary lectured Ann while her legs kept opening and closing, giving Tammy a provocative view, revealing that the snake emerged from Ann's anus.

Tammy's flushed features betrayed her feelings if her open hard staring hadn't. When he pushed Ann off, he motioned Sara on. Sara also lifted her skirt past her waist. Tammy saw the ten stripes clearly as she laid over her father's lap. The slaps hurt Sara. Tears filled her eyes, and she cried out loudly as he whaled on her naked fanny. Tammy stared at her friend's pussy as well. It, too, was shaved, but it had no ring or tattoo. During the lecture, she held her legs far apart.

By the time he finished with both, Tammy was breathing hard. He looked at her and said, "Rules are rules, Tammy. Either the panties go, or you go."

Tammy looked to Sara. Sara smiled uneasy through her tears. Tammy turned to Gary and said, "I'll take them off. Can I use your bathroom?"

"There's no need for that. Come here."

Tammy nervously came to stand at his feet. Gary reached high under her dress, bunching the material up to her arm pits, even up over both breasts. He wanted Tammy to hold her dress up, so Tammy held her dress up where he'd pushed it even though everyone gathered at her front to look at her naked titties.

Gary hooked her panty waistband, and tugged them to her feet. He managed to give everyone a good look at her pussy while his hands fumbled with removing the panties from her feet.

Tammy was beet red after that unexpected exhibition. With the panties removed and stuffed in Gary's pocket, she still held her dress up because he hadn't told her she could put it down. They were all studying her nude body as Gary said, "I'll keep these panties to teach you a lesson. Be warned, if you break any house rules again, you'll get what they got. You better get with Sara and get to know the rules."

He turned her toward Sara and delivered a hard slap to her bare ass. This slap really stung. Later, when she and Sara were back on the sidewalk, it really tingled. Sara said, "Well, did you get what you came for?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on, Tammy. We're friends. You either came here to get felt up or smacked, maybe both. Just level with me."

"I was curious, okay. I wanted to see what he'd do. And, yes, I wanted to see if he'd hit me again. I didn't think he'd do it on my naked butt, though. Wow, that smarts."

"It's tingling isn't it?"

Tammy broke into a self-conscious smile and said, "Yeah, a lot."

"I wish you could feel mine."

"Say, how come you never told me about the panty rule?"

"What panty rule? It was news to us too."

"He made it up?"

"Yes, he made it up. Panty rule. Give me a break, Tammy."

"But why did you guys play along?"

"Because if we didn't, we'd get a real beating."

"That wasn't real?"

"Shit, we loved it. That was play slapping. From Dad, that was a show of affection. You have a lot to learn, kid. Look, I'm going back. Seeing you gave Marty a big hard-on. I need some cock real bad. I'll see you tomorrow. We'll have the whole day."

On Saturday morning, Sara arrived at Tammy's house. With both parents away, she and Sara had the house to themselves. They went to Tammy's room. Her parents always knocked (another family rule), so Tammy felt secure. Sara brought along a paper bag filled with the oddest things: vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, clit stimulators, and ben wa balls. She emptied the bag on Tammy's bed, then began taking off her clothes.

Tammy watched with avid interest. Sara paid no mind to the hard stares she was getting. Once naked, she climbed on the bed, assumed a lewd pose, and demonstrated each item on herself. Her claim that she could take the biggest of cocks was verified when she plunged a foot-long rubber dong into her vagina, taking it to the base. Tammy couldn't believe her eyes. She had never believed Sara's claim but seeing was believing.

Sara sat up crossed legged and smiled, "Here, you try it with the small one."

"I don't know. I shouldn't."

"Come on. It's just us. Take your clothes off, silly. I've seen you naked. We're both girls. It's no big deal. Look at me. I'm not shy at all." Sara threw her legs up in a wide V, but Tammy already knew her friend wasn't shy. "Come on. I've seen lots of naked women. I see my mom all the time. You know we lick each other's pussies."

"I know, but I'm not like you, Sara."

"Yeah, but you wish you were. I can tell. It'll be fun, I promise. Here, let me help you."

Sara pulled Tammy onto the bed then reached for Tammy's blouse and began undoing buttons. Tammy watched her chest become exposed. "Nice tits. I always figured you for the bra type. You're past ready for one." Sara tested Tammy's berry-like nipples. She pinched gently, and flicked them with a finger, "Your nipples get real hard. You're getting turned on. That's good. Here, lift up. I'll pull your shorts and panties off."

Tammy lifted. The shorts and panties came off leaving her in shoes and socks. Sara removed those as well, then placed Tammy's feet out wide and sat back to admire what she'd unwrapped. "Man, you sure have a neat looking pussy. No wonder my old man flipped when he saw it. That's all they talked about after you left. It's so pink, puffy, and clean looking. I thought you'd have more hair."

She reached out and ruffled Tammy's small patch with her fingers, saying, "I guess there is a lot, but it's so fine it barely shows. You're a true blond, all right. Dad will want you to keep it shaved, though."

Tammy was overwhelmed by deliciously strange sensations. The crude examination of her private parts caused physical stirrings and mental stirrings as well. She admitted to herself that she enjoyed being intimately looked at and touched by her friend. The compliments seemed genuine. For the first time, Tammy recognized the part of her body tucked between her legs as a thing of beauty that others might appreciate. Tammy widened her knees to offer more of her beauty to her friend's exploring fingers.

Sara got down on her belly and scooted close, saying, "Pull your cunt lips open so I can check out your fuck hole."

A wicked thrill ran through Tammy. She was propped up at the headboard resting her back on two pillows, sitting with her knees spread wide apart, her friend's head in her open crotch. With nervous, trembling fingers, Tammy reached between her legs, felt along both lips, and pulled out. Cool air wafted over the sensitive inner membranes, but Sara's warm breath came between those cool breezes to add a delightful contrast.

Tammy tensed at the feel of Sara's probing digit. "Oh, yeah, this is prime, grade 'A' pussy you have here, Tammy. Boy, will my dad love sticking his dick in this hole. He'll think he's in heaven."

Sara's finger drove Tammy to distraction. Unlike her own, Sara's seemed to be finding spots she couldn't reach. The sensation was delightful, but when Sara leaned forward and placed her mouth over the clit, Tammy thought her head would pop open. It was like an electric charge to her brain. She watched her friend's mouth gobbling her vagina, and felt Sara's tongue going inside to the places her finger had been. Sara soon had Tammy panting and grinding her pelvis. Sara moved over the clit and chewed softly while sucking. Seconds later, Tammy screamed as her first orgasm exploded over her. Her head actually popped open and birds flew out. [Just kidding:-)]

Sara sat back with a wet smile and said, "Feels good, huh? That's an orgasm. That is why grown-ups are so crazy about sex."

Tammy's eyes uncrossed. She slowly caught her breath and sat up, saying, "Wow, that was fantastic. I never felt anything like it."

"That's nothing. Wait till you have my dad's big dick slamming into you and one hits. It will take your head off. Here, let's start with the small one, the vibrator. We need to get your cunt ready for my dad's cock. You're so tight, you couldn't even handle a boy's dick."

Sara brought the six-inch, thumb-thick, plastic vibrator up to Tammy's hole and pushed half inside before Tammy could protest. After she had half and Sara turned it on, she didn't feel like protesting. Gradually she took the rest over the next several minutes, but not before encountering the resistance offered by her hymen. Sara pushed past the membrane, causing a sharp pain and outcry from Tammy. "Ouch, that hurt."

"That was your cherry popping. I had to get that out of the way or you couldn't take any more. Don't worry, it'll bleed a little, but you're not hurt. Besides, you're better off without it."

The rest went in easy, and the pain went away. Sara drew the dildo out and said, "This one is too small. You have a very elastic fuck hole. That's a good sign. Let's try this one."

She showed Tammy an eight-inch rubber prick that was twice as thick as the vibrator. Tammy said, "I don't know, Sara. That's pretty big."

"Just relax. You'll see. I'll bet it all goes in. You'll feel stuffed, but it won't hurt." Indeed, the fake cock did go in all the way, much to Tammy's fascination and delight. The thick dildo did make her feel stuffed, but pleasantly so. Sara said, "I think you can take the nine-incher. If you can, you can take my dad."

Sara held up the nine inch rubber dong. It was only one inch longer but considerably thicker. Tammy thought it was a monster. "Your dad's is that big?"

"Yeah, and his has a fuller head. You'll like dad's better."

The way Sara kept implying that she and her father were destined to have sex bothered Tammy, but knowing she never would, she found it exciting to play along. While Sara worked the dong into Tammy's hole, Tammy said, "Oh, go slow. That's way bigger."

"It's already half-way in."

Tammy's eyes opened wide and she looked for herself. Half was inside. Her cunt lips were stretched thin around the shaft. Sara moved the cock steadily in by fractions of an inch, taking short strokes while maintaining a forward pressure at the end of each stroke. It was like someone was fucking her. By closing her eyes, she could picture the man behind the cock. She did not, however, picture Sara's father. The picture in her mind was her own father, and seeing him at a time like that surprised her.

The pressure in her pussy was nearing unbearable levels, but the rubber cock still felt good. Somewhere along the way, her father's image faded and Gary's surfaced. Tammy's loins lifted into the cock, her legs widening. Sara said, "You have all except one inch, but I'll have to force it in. You want to see if you can take Dad's cock all the way, don't you?"

"Yes, go ahead, but go easy." Tammy could feel her cunt walls stretching under the pressure, and she pictured Gary's leering face hovering over her, enjoying her pain as he pummeled her immature vagina. She cried, "Oh, please, no!"

"Take it, Tammy. If you want to fuck my dad, you'll have to take it all the way in."

"Oh, it hurts."

"I know, but this way we get the hurt out of the way, so when Dad fucks you, it will just feel great."

"Oh god, he's so big. He fills up my pussy."

"That's nothing, wait till he cums in it. He'll fill your womb and you'll think the stuff is going to come squirting out your ears. You did it, Tammy. It's in all the way. You can handle Daddy."

Tammy opened her eyes and looked at her stuffed beaver. She felt the hard lump in her lower abdomen and smiled weakly. She no longer played along with the idea, but accepted the inevitable. She and Gary were going to fuck, and soon. She hadn't thought about his sperm filling her fertile womb, though. She said, "Won't he use one of those condoms?"

"My dad? Hell no. If you're worried about getting pregnant, you better get used to the idea if you wanna get fucked by my dad."

"I could never let anyone fuck me without a rubber."

"You'll never fuck my dad, then."

"Can't he pull out and squirt his stuff on the outside?"

"He could cum in your ass but he won't. He'll want to cum in your pussy, and that's where you'll want him to cum. It ain't good fucking unless you get the cum shot. That's the best part, feeling all that cum squirting inside you."

"Well, I guess I could always wash it out."

"Yeah, but you'll probably get knocked up. We'll stop by my house tomorrow after school so you can get your first real fucking."

"But, Sara, I can't get pregnant."

"Wanna bet? Don't worry. It's neat getting pregnant. At least your folks can afford the abortion. I had to deliver the kid."

"You had a baby?"

"Yeah, right before we moved here. They put it up for adoption. Actually, they sold it up for adoption. That's how we got the money to move. Wouldn't you know it. I'm pregnant again. I missed my period last week. Maybe, now, we can get some decent furniture."

Tammy struggled to an upright position with the dildo still inside. The unnatural instrument caused discomfort, but she didn't want it out. She said, "What's it like being pregnant?"

"Well, there's good and bad, but I like seeing my belly blow up like a balloon and my tits get real big and super sensitive. Delivering a baby is a bitch. The best part is you get fussed over, and you get all kinds of special attention at school."

"If I get pregnant, my parents will kill me."

"No they won't. They'll be mad at themselves, and mad at each other, but they'll treat you good. They'll have to pay attention to you then. At least you'll be hard to ignore, and they'll know you're not a child anymore."

Tammy thought about those words long after Sara left. She thought about them all night, and all through school the next day. When it was time to decide whether to go with Sara to her house, or go home, Tammy went to Sara's house. Unfortunately, she forgot to remove her panties first. When she went to Gary for the hug, he found out. "Tammy, I don't believe what I'm feeling. These can't be panties, but they feel just like panties."

Tammy stepped back, worry written all over her face. "Oh, I forgot. I'll take them off right now." She hurriedly reached under her skirt, mindless of what she showed, and quickly shucked them down and off, proudly offering them. "That's a little late, Tammy, darlin'. Take the dress off and lie over old Gary's lap."

Tammy looked to Ann, then Sara. Sara said, "Hey, you knew what would happen. Strip and take your punishment like a big girl."

Tammy nervously removed the dress, her only covering. Gary smiled while taking in her charms, then patted his right knee, offering it for her to lie over, not his entire lap. Tammy laid over the knee and Gary pushed her head low near the ground, clamping her in place with his other leg. In this position, she was tail up and Gary was looking down on her sex. She felt female hands pulling her legs apart and cool air washed over her sensitive flesh. She waited with bated breath for the hand to fall, but it was a finger's touch she felt. That finger traced her nether lips, clit, pussy hole, and asshole before the first slap.

Tammy jerked from the sudden sharp impact, then steeled herself for another. The slaps came in a steady rain after that. Her whole backside burned and turned red. She heard Gary say, "Bitch, go get some cream for this girl's fanny. She has delicate skin, not that hide like you got." When Ann returned, he said, "Don't just stand there like an idiot, rub it on her. Get her cunt real good. I think I whacked it a few times by accident." To Tammy he said, "You just relax, Princess. Momma's gonna fix you right up."

Tammy, in her upside-down position, was acutely tuned in to her ass as soothing feminine hands rubbed cream over the area, stopping frequently to delve slick fingers through her slicker slit, sometimes delving into her hole. She caught movement out of the corner of her eye, then saw Sara crouched beside the chair, hidden from their view. She had a finger over her lips as she inched closer and whispered, "They're so absorbed playing with your cunt, they didn't see me slip away. So how was it?"

"Now it's good. Aren't you afraid they'll hear?"

"Dad doesn't hear that good, that's why he screams all the time, I guess. Mom probably can hear us, but she's cool. So, are you ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, god yes."

"Good, because they're priming you for a fuck. That's why Mom is working that cream in your hole."

"Feels great."

"Yeah, ten to one, Dad makes her suck your cunt. She's good at that, too."

They heard Gary say, "You know, Princess, I feel real bad about smacking your pretty little pussy. Little girls shouldn't have sore pussies. Bitch, give her pussy some loving kisses to make it all better." The girls exchanged knowing smiles as Tammy felt the press of warm lips to her vaginal lips. Tammy made a face of ecstasy when Ann's tongue stabbed deep in her hole. "How's that feelin', Princess?"

"Pretty good, thank you."

Sara said, "When he lets you off, you're supposed to thank him for the punishment. Climb up on his lap and straddle his waist. Give him a hug and some kisses. I'll get his cock out and aim it at your hole. You just sit down on it, okay? That will blow Dad's mind."

"Okay. Wow, your mom sure is good at that. She's going to make me have an orgasm if she doesn't stop soon."

"That's what she's trying to do. Let 'er rip. You'll get more."

When Tammy stopped trying to hold back, a powerful orgasm washed over her. They heard her moaning, groaning, and spent sighs. Shortly afterward, the tongue stopped and Gary released her. She got steady on her feet and then moved up on Gary's chair with him. Gary said, "Hey, what's this?"

Tammy got her knees on either side of his waist, smiled, and said, "Thank you for punishing me so good. I was a bad girl."

Gary felt hands at his crotch at her first words, but that never alarmed him before. He certainly approved now. He hugged Tammy as his cock came out. She kissed his face as his cock was aimed. When Tammy felt the blunt, rubbery head at her hole, she pushed back and sat. She watched the expression on Gary's face as the huge, flesh cudgel went almost effortlessly into her deepest reaches. When she rested her weight fully on his groin, she felt stuffed to the gills.

Tammy's eyes glazed over immediately. Her face showed the strain she was under. Gary's face was all smile. He gently lowered her until she reclined fully on his thighs with her head resting on his knees. This took away some of the pressure as two inches of thick cock came out. Gary held Tammy's legs in a wide 'V' by the ankles. He, Ann, and Sara peered on the vision she presented.

Her ass and the backs of her thighs were red and raw from the spanking. They shone with the cream. Her cunt lips were stretched paper thin around his thickly-veined cock. At the top of her crack stood a bright shiny clit. Her tits were like hard cones, stretched up on her chest. Gary said, "Bitch, get the camera. Her folks will want a picture for the family album. Little Tammy's first fuck. What a shot!"

Tammy lifted her head and smiled as Ann went for the camera. Ann took shots all through their fucking, which lasted for over an hour. They assumed every position in the Kama Sutra. Gary gave Tammy seven good cums before blasting her womb with a hot load of sperm. Tammy came for the eighth time when she felt her insides boil over. Sperm squirted out from their tightly sealed genitals, but lots stayed inside. Much of it poured out when she was lifted free and stood on her feet. Tammy wavered as she looked at the white rivers flowing down her legs. Ann got those shots as well.

Tammy returned day after day and was hooked on cock within a week. In that week, she'd had several men, including Marty. For the first time in her life, her parents took no interest in her after-school activities. She was away more than home and stayed overnight several times, even on school nights, something her mother never permitted in the past. Both seemed to be glad she was out of the way.

Tammy took to sex in all its variations like no child Gary ever met. She'd done it all enthusiastically: anal, blow jobs, groups, enemas, spankings, cunt lapping, even animal sex. She fucked four dogs, three French hens, two turtledoves, and a partridge in a pear tree. She was no longer a perfect angel, but was the perfect life support system for a vagina.

After a great session that involved Ann, Sara, and Gary, Tammy relaxed, curled up on Gary's lap, licking his spent dick. Gary stroked her head and said, "Princess, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to seduce your parents."

"Seduce my parents?"

"Yeah. Start with your old man. Make him hot and horny for you. Make him want to fuck you. I need something on him and your mom, because I'm going to get you pregnant, and I don't want them to interfere."

Tammy looked up and said, "Interfere how?"

"Interfere with the delivery. I know a couple who can't have kids, and I want to help them out. I want to give them mine... well, ours."

"Well... okay, but how do I do that?"

"By doing exactly what I tell you to do--no more, and no less."

"I'll do what you say, but I don't think it will work on. He's so straight and Mom will freak out."

"No he's not. Marty works for your dad. He ain't straight, but his dick is most of the time. He fucked a little girl just a bit older than you, got her pregnant, then bought off her folks. In fact, the mother of the girl is his secretary. Your old lady ain't no goody two shoes herself. Ann's been scoping her out. Seems she has a few studs in her stable. I see where you get your passion for cock, Princess. You inherited it."

"Wow, that's incredible. My mom fucks around? Dad fucked a little girl. I can't believe that!"

"Yeah, he's a man after my own heart. Now here's what you do first. We take this gradual like. First, you need to start showing some skin around the house. Flash him your shaved beaver every chance you get. Then, let him catch you masturbating with your hand, next, a vibrator, and next time, a big dildo. When they start catching you masturbating, that's when you start acting horny for your dad's cock. Take it from me, if you show interest, he'll take over from there. Do not let him fuck you. Offer a blow job instead. I'll get pictures of that. Your real challenge will be to get at your mother's pussy."

"You're right. That's an impossible challenge."

"I don't think so. We don't know if she goes for girl/girl action, but she has a hot pussy. Even straight women will find a girl like you attractive, and if you act like you're crazy about her body, she'll be flattered. We'll coach you along after you tell us how she responds to various come-ons. We'll figure a way and get our picture. After that, Princess, we're home free."

"I'm going to get grounded the first time I step out of line."

"Don't worry about that. We'll visit you. My friends can stake out your folks and warn us if either one heads home. Let me worry about the small shit. You just follow directions. You know, I'm surprised you didn't bitch about getting pregnant."

She smiled up at him impishly and said, "That's because I've been trying to get pregnant."

Gary broke into a broad smile, patted her lower belly, and said, "You certainly weren't trying not to. Wanna try again?"

"Oh, yes. Fill me up."

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The Stevensons had never been a family that walked around the house in their underwear, much less nude. Tammy had never seen her mother or father's intimate anatomy, and they hadn't seen hers since she was six. Her first task was to pad through the house with both parents at home, wearing only a short towel, ostensibly, looking for a shoe.

Gary did not understand that nothing was ever out of place in their house. Her shoes were lined up in her closet except when she wore them. Tammy had to think of another excuse, and hit on searching for her hamster. It sometimes escaped. When it did, she always went into a mild panic, stopping whatever she was doing to turn the house upside-down until she found it. The ploy was perfect. It would even give her the excuse to bend and stoop to look under furniture.

Her mother sat in her reading chair. Her father was watching the news on TV. Tammy fixed the towel high, so the bottom edge barely covered her bottom. She peered behind her in the floor length mirror while bending and saw that it raised high enough to show her entire shaved pussy. Since they'd never seen her with pubic hair, she hoped they wouldn't ask about the shave. They thought of her as a little girl, and she was looking at a little girl's pussy, bald and pouting.

Tammy's nerves were at the high end of their load-carrying capacity, but she was determined to carry out Gary's orders. She had no confidence of success, but knew the plan had to fail before he'd drop his scheme. She was certain it would fail the first time she bent over if they even let her get that far. She took one last look in the mirror, brushed out her hair one last time, then made her way to the living room.

Tammy burst in on them saying, "I was just getting ready to take a shower, but I noticed Harvey was out. Have you seen him?"

Both parents looked surprised to see her in the towel. They exchanged looks, then Susan said, "No, we haven't." She then went back to reading. Tammy went looking. Actually, she simply eased from sight and eavesdropped.

Her parents waited a minute, then John said, "Our little girl is growing up, and she seems to be growing out of her shyness."

"You would see it that way. Don't get yourself all excited, John. Her mind's on that stupid rodent."

"I wasn't looking at her like that; I was just noticing she seemed less inhibited. She could have picked a bigger towel."

"She picked one that was handy, never dreaming that her father would be checking to see if it covered her vagina. Did it, John?"

"I saw you checking it out. You tell me."

"Screw you, John."

Tammy leaned against the wall and began to see possibilities in Gary's crazy plan. She waited a few more minutes, then returned to the living room. She made a quick walk around the room, calling the hamster's name. Both parents watched her closely while trying not to be obvious. She made a few slight bends with her back to each of them, then said, "Can I look around your room?"

Susan said, "Yes, but don't disturb anything, and don't open any drawers. He couldn't get in the dresser anyway."

Tammy walked out, then opened her parent's bedroom door, making noise they could hear. She then tiptoed back to her listening post in time to hear her mother say, "Well, that was a real treat for you wasn't it, John?"

"Jesus Christ, doesn't she realize what she exposed."

"I doubt it. Her mind is on other things. I know what your mind is on, though."

"Don't act so god damned holy, Susan. I'm surprised you didn't dive off the couch and bury your face in it."

"Damn you, John! See if I ever share anything with you again. Ever since I told you about that one time, I'm a lesbian in your mind. Even if I were, I'm not a child molester like some people in this room."

"Hey, you swore you'd never bring that up again. I fucked up. I paid the price. It's over."

"You paid the price? We paid the price, John. Half of that payoff was my money. I had to pay for your little pedophilic adventure. Don't ever forget that, and I won't bring it up again."

Tammy smiled. The plan definitely had potential. She walked back in and said, "I can't find him anywhere. Where could he be?" She then got down on her hands and knees and crawled all around the living room floor, looking under every piece of furniture, all the while with her pussy out in plain sight with both parents following it around the room.

Several times, Susan and John looked at each other, puzzled by Tammy's bizarre behavior. Neither wanted to say anything, however. Each made signs that the other should say something to her. In the end, Tammy had nothing further to look under, got up, and walked out. She went into the kitchen and made noise with cabinet doors, then went to get Harvey from her top dresser drawer. She eased back to her post and waited.

She heard John say, "Damnit, Susan, we were being intentionally flashed. That was not absentmindedness."

"I agree. I don't know what to make of it. I think you should have a talk with her."

"Why me? This looks like a mother/daughter situation."

"She wasn't flashing me; she was flashing you. You should talk to her about it if you really want it to stop. On the other hand, why would you want it to stop?"

"She was flashing both of us. She's obviously going through some female phase that I haven't a clue how to deal with."

"I never went through a flashing phase, not with my parents, anyway. I haven't a clue, either. I'm all for letting her grow out of it."

"So am I."

"Yeah, I know why you want to let her go."

"Fuck you, Susan."

"You wish."

Tammy walked to her room and yelled, "I found him!" She returned to the living room, hugging the hamster to her cheek. She said, "He was curled up in the toe of one of my shoes all along. Isn't that cute?" On impulse, Tammy went to her mother and bent from the waist, giving her father a provocative rear beaver shot. She said, "Look, Mom, isn't he just precious."

Susan looked past Tammy to watch John intently studying their daughter's intimate anatomy. She stalled Tammy for him by petting the hamster's head, saying, "Oh, you little rascal. You gave our Tammy quite a scare, but now you're safe. You stay put, now. Oh, look at that precious face. I'll bet he'd like some cheese. Do you think?"

"No, it makes his stool runny. I know, I'll give him some cookie crumbs."

"Yes, you do that, dear." Susan looked to John and gave him a wink, then said, "Oh, it looks like he hurt his foot. Bend down into the light where I can see better."

Tammy lowered her upper body close to her mother's lap which brought the towel up on her haunches. The spread she presented to her father was obscene, but he wasn't thinking obscene. She said "Oh, no. Which one?"

"I think this one. He was holding it funny. Does it look right to you?"

"I don't know. It does look different than the other. Let's turn him over."

This charade went on for another minute before Susan sent Tammy off with a peck to her forehead. When they heard her bedroom door shut, John said, "Why did you do that?"

"I thought you'd appreciate it. You did, didn't you?"

"You really think I'm a pedophile, don't you?"

"No, John. You're many things, but you're no more a pedophile than I am a lesbian. Just call it a peace offering."

"I accept. I apologize for what I said earlier. I feel badly about looking so hard. Frankly, I'm surprised you didn't get pissed."

"I can't blame you for looking. She's something to look at. Even I'll admit that. Besides, this is clearly her doing. She knew she was showing you her beaver. Whatever comes of this is her responsibility. She has to learn that she can't wave that thing in a man's face without consequences. That's one thing I'll grant you, John--you're all man."

"You know, Susan, that's the nicest thing you've said to me all year."

"I'm in a good mood."

"Look, I feel like turning in early. Care to join me?"

"You know, I am feeling a bit like lying on my back. Yes, I think I will join you."

Tammy scurried back to her room, then tiptoed to her parents' bedroom door after it closed. She couldn't hear what they said, but she finally heard the sound of lust, if not love. She listened for a while, then returned to her room with a self-satisfied smile.

Tammy usually wore pajamas to bed and slept behind a closed door. This time, she slept nude with the door open. A knock at the door was her wake-up call, but at the appointed hour, Tammy was wide awake, posed on her back like a pinup girl with the covers kicked off. She had her arms above her head and one leg out and cocked. Susan came to wake Tammy, saw her, then entered the room and stood over her for several minutes. She eased out and went back to her bedroom. Tammy could barely hear them, but did hear her mother say, "John, you've got to see this. Be quiet."

Tammy was aware that both her parents were hovering over her bed, though she dare not look. They eased out and she heard Susan say, "She's shaving her bush, John. Did you notice the stubble?"

"Yes, I noticed. Christ, what's gotten into her?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd say a stiff cock. John, why don't you go in and wake her up. I know that's what she's hoping will happen. She'd be disappointed if I did."

"Should I?"

"Yes, and don't avoid looking where you want to look. Give her a cheap thrill. Look at her pussy. She shaved it for you, John."

"Do you think so? Fuck it. Somebody has to wake up sleeping beauty."

John re-entered the room and stood over her for a minute before gently rocking her shoulder, saying, "Tammy... Tammy, time to get up. Rise and shine, sleepy head."

Tammy stretched, yawned, then slowly focused on her father with a warm smile. "Hi, Daddy. Is it that time already?"

John let his eyes wander to her crotch while she had her eyes on him. To his utter amazement, she drew in her straight leg, offering him a better look at her spread beaver. She stretched and yawned again, saying, "I could sleep another eight hours."

John patted her inner thigh and said, "Come on. Get out of that bed. You'll be late for school." John took her legs and swung her feet to the floor.

"Oh, all right. I'm getting up."

He helped her stand, then left her. He and Susan returned to their bedroom and closed the door. Talking low, John said, "Honey, if something isn't done about this, I'm going to lose it."

"I saw. She's got it bad for you, John. You're screwed. I'm not going to help you. I think this is marvelous. You're on your own."

"I'm serious, Susan. I'm going to end up fucking the kid if she keeps this up. I'm not superman."

"You have my blessing. What more do you want?"

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I'm serious. John, she wants it. It wouldn't be molestation--not in my book. If anything, it would be a mercy fucking."

"Susan, I can't believe my ears. Look, if you're trying to set me up..."

"Give me a break, John. If I was that type, I could have cleaned your clock when you knocked up your secretary's bimbo daughter. This is not a set-up. If you want to get something going with Tammy, I'll give you all the space you need. Don't hold back on my account. Just take precautions and have yourself a ball."

John smiled and said, "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

"We both are, John. I think we put that on the table last night. By the way, that was the best sex we ever had."

"Yes, it was, wasn't it? It's been a long time. Maybe we..."

"Wait, John. Before you say it, I said it was the best sex we ever had. I had better last Friday. Your pussy is taking a shower right now. Save your sweet talk for her."

"I was just going to say that maybe we can stop bitching at each other all the time. I just don't see why we can't be husband and wife once in a while."

"We can. And you're right. We need to stop all the backbiting. You have your mistress; I have my lovers. We have a nice home. Let's not screw things up. Now that you can get all the pussy you want at home, it should be easy."

John looked toward the bathroom and said, "Yes, that will ease the tension. Damn, this is beginning to sink in. She wants it. She wants it bad."

"Why don't you go wash her back for her. I'm sure she'd love that."

"No, I'm going to let her make the first moves. I am not going to seduce my own daughter."

"Suit yourself, but you're just wasting good pussy in my opinion." Tammy dashed back to the shower, her heart beating rapidly.

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Gary was very pleased with Tammy's report, but he warmed her ass for exceeding his directions. Sleeping nude with the door open was not part of the plan. The fact that it moved things along nicely was irrelevant. After the spanking, he sat her down and explained, "You did good, but you fucked up, too. Now they think you're just after your Dad, and he was never the problem. Your mother is the problem. Now, we need to back off of Daddy and work on Mommy."

"But how? I don't think she's interested."

"She stared at your twat, didn't she?"

"Well, yes."

"Look, all you have to do is start fawning over her. Get real affectionate with her. Compliment everything about her. Try to get her when she'll be most vulnerable, like when she's getting dressed or after a shower. Ask questions about sex, especially ask about the female anatomy. Ask her to show you her stuff. If she does, take a big interest. If you can plant a kiss on her pussy, we're home free. I've got some girlie magazines for you to take home. Put them in your room where they'll be found. Don't stop flashing your father, but don't go any farther with him until I give the word. If he makes a move on you, brush it off."

"Okay, I'll try my best."

Tammy arrived home shortly before six. Susan was home for three hours before John arrived. She had a date to get ready for that evening. Tammy decided that the best way to start was to bring up the bra issue. To do this, she padded into the dining room wearing only panties. Susan looked up from the paper and suppressed a smile on seeing Tammy like that. Tammy said, while holding her tits, "Mom, I need a bra, don't you think?"

Susan set the paper aside and said, "Move your hands."

Tammy thrust out her chest and posed in profile, saying, "Guys are always staring at my tits, Mom."

"They're not tits, they're breasts, and yes, you definitely need a bra. I've been meaning to get you one for months. I'm sorry. I've been so busy. So the guys are checking out your breasts, are they? Do you find this upsetting?"

"No, not really, but they can see my nipples through my tops."

"You'd better get used to guys staring at your breasts, even when they can't see your nipples. They like to talk to your breasts, too. I don't know why. They never talk back."

Tammy giggled and came up close to her mother, staring openly at her chest. She said, "Mom, you have the nicest breasts. Will mine get as nice as yours?"

"Why thank you, Tammy. Yes, I'm sure your breasts will develop like mine did. Mine looked like yours at your age. We have the same nipple types. We have berry nipples--small and perpetually hard. I think most men like them that way. We always look turned on."

"Can I see yours so I'll know what mine will look like?"

"Tammy... ? Well... Sure, why not." As she unbuttoned her blouse, Susan said, "You know, I've noticed a sudden change in you lately. You seem suddenly interested in your body. Is something going on I should know about? Is there a boy in your life?"

The blouse came off. While her mother worked to free the clasp of her bra, Tammy said, "No, there's no boy. I'm just interested." The bra came free and Susan held her chest out. Tammy made a face of unbridled appreciation, saying, "Oh, wow! Those are so fantastic. Those are great titties, Mom."

"Breasts, dear. Oh, what the hell--titties. You can call them titties if you want."

"Mom, they are absolutely beautiful."

"Tammy, you're embarrassing me. They're not that special. Double D's would be special."

"But they're so perfect, creamy smooth and firm. I thought they'd sag, but they stand up all by themselves. Wow! Mom, may I... touch them?"

"Well... Yes, I suppose. Go ahead."

Tammy dropped to her knees and reverently reached for her mother's nearest breast--her left one. Tammy touched it ever so lightly with both hands, sending shivers through Susan. Tammy's warm breath teased the nipple. She toyed with the nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger. She flicked it with a finger, then pinched it lightly, saying, "Please tell me you nursed me as a baby."

"As a matter of fact, I did for the first week."

"You mean I actually had these nipples in my mouth at one time?"

Susan laughed nervously and said, "Tammy, what's gotten into you? Are you feeling all right?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Mom, can I... can I suck on them?"

Susan was caught off guard, but could not deny the desire to permit this incestuous intimacy. After a few seconds pondering the consequences, she said, "Okay, if it turns you on. If it's milk you're after, they're bone dry."

Tammy's mouth was fastened to the nipple right after the okay. Susan stared down at her young girl sucking away like a starving infant, sending delicious ripples up and down her spine. Both hands roamed her two breasts, and soon Tammy's mouth went from one to the other. She was really getting into it, and Susan was responding by offering each breast in turn. She loved the way her daughter roughly squeezed and molded the flesh of her breasts, pushing the mounds high on her chest, then letting them fall naturally. She pressed the two together then pressed her face between them, licking the cleavage.

Susan languished under the skilled mouth of a true tit lover. These were not curious sucks. Tammy nipped the nipples with her teeth and sucked them with urgency. She flicked the hard nipples with a stiff tongue and teasingly sucked. Under this overtly sexual breast exam, Susan was driven to the verge of jamming a hand into her crotch so she said, "Tammy, please. I think that's enough."

Tammy reluctantly eased off with a loving kiss to each nipple. Susan quickly threw her blouse on and closed the flaps without buttoning. When she looked at Tammy, the girl was still staring up from her kneeling position between Susan's knees. Susan placed a hand to her daughter's forehead, saying, "Girl, you are acting a little strange. You must have a fever."

"Why, because I like feeling and sucking your titties?"

"It is strange for a young girl to be so enamored of her mother's breasts, yes."

"Yeah, but maybe other young girls don't have mothers with tits like yours."

Susan smiled while studying her precocious little nymph, then said, "All right, that's an acceptable answer. I guess I can live with a daughter with a tit fetish. It was just starting to feel too good. When something feels too good, it has to be wrong." Susan tossed off the blouse, shook her tits, and said, "Here, have at them to your heart's content."

Tammy went right back to her tit worship. Susan enjoyed it thoroughly and tried to mask her growing arousal by acting aloof, sipping coffee, and pretending to read newspaper articles laid out before her. After ten minutes of this maddening torture, and with her panties sopping wet, Susan wanted to scream. Tammy slowed, eased off a nipple, laid her head on a breast, and looked up to say, "Mom, I've always wondered what my pussy will look like when I'm all grown up?"

Susan coughed out her mouthful of coffee then looked into Tammy's doleful eyes. She looked dead serious. Susan said, "So, you want to see mine, right?"

"Oh, yes, more than anything in the world."

Susan's pussy cried out, "Yes! Show the kid!" Susan thought hard with a host of sensible reservations, but finally listened to her pussy. She stood, saying, "All right, Tammy. I'll show you, but if you act like you did over my breasts, I'm definitely taking your temperature."

Tammy smiled happily while watching the skirt fall. The panties quickly followed. Susan kicked free and remained standing with Tammy kneeling at her feet looking right into her crotch. Susan said, "I don't mind telling you, this feels pretty weird."

Tammy suddenly grabbed her mother around the ass and pulled her face in tight to her crotch, gluing her mouth over her mother's cunt. Susan made no attempt to push her away, but cried out, "Oh, Tammy, you shouldn't do that, sweetheart. Tammy, please don't... no... don't lick me there. I said no touching. Tammy, how could you lick your own mother down there? Sweetheart, you're being nasty. Oh, baby, don't suck on Mommy's clit like that."

As soon as Tammy got her mouth fastened on her mother's clit, she knew she had her by her weakness. Susan slowly sank into her chair, then let her knees fall out wide, making mild protestations all the while. Tammy worked the clit as she'd been taught--sucking, nibbling, nipping, and slapping it around with her tongue. Susan was driven to delirium.

With her mother holding her knees wide apart, still mildly protesting, Tammy tortured the vulnerable clit. Tammy eased off the clit when her mother's fingers took over. She dropped lower to probe her mother's cunt hole with a stiff tongue. Susan swooned, "Oh, yes, baby! Suck Mommy's pussy. Eat me, sweetheart. Yes, lick my cunt, baby. I'm cumming! Suck, baby, suck! Ohhhhhhhhh Yesssssssssss!"

Susan slumped in the chair. Tammy lapped lovingly at the juices pouring from her mother's hole. Susan looked on in wonder at the way her daughter licked deep in her hole, trying to get at the flow of cunt cream. Susan brought her heels to the chair's corners and laid her knees down to each side, offering as wide a spread as possible, saying, "Get it all, sweetheart. Lick up all of Mommy's cum. Drink it down like a good girl. Oh, yes, baby. Suck on my pussy."

Tammy was inspired by her mother's words. She used her fingers to pry wide her fleshy cunt lips. She pressed her face in tight, sending her tongue in extra deep. Susan cried, "Oh, yes, go deep. Lick my womb." Susan's fingers rubbed hard and fast on her clit, saying, "Here, I'll make more cream for you. Keep licking deep. Keep your face tight to my cunt, Tammy. I like seeing your face in my cunt. Rub your face in my pussy. Yes, rub it all around. Get my cunt juice all over your pretty face. Oh, that's beautiful. Here it comes. Get ready! Ohhhhhh! Yessssssss! Suck hard, baby! Suck Mommy's cunt!"

After delivering the second orgasm, Tammy tried to keep licking, but Susan pushed her head away, saying, "No more. Please! I can't take any more." Tammy sat back on her heels and stared longingly at her mother. Susan smiled and said, "You are amazing. Someone had to teach you that."

"Did you really like it, because I love doing it for you."

Susan laughed and said, "Yes, I liked it. I won't be giving you a hard time in the future, but this must be our little secret. I'd never live it down if your father found out, and don't you dare tell a living soul."

"I won't, but you'll let me when I want to?"

"Yes. I'd be a fool to turn down a good cunt lapping, and your mother is no fool. If you want, I'll even return the favor. I've sucked a few pussies in my time."

Tammy jumped up and yanked down her panties. Susan laughed at her eagerness and said, "I see you've thought over my offer. Okay, hop up on the table and make a beaver."

Tammy smiled and got on the edge of the table before Susan's place. She leaned back on her straight arms and made a beaver by planting her feet on the table top and laying her knees down. Susan eyed the spread before her and said, "Honey, you have a marvelous pussy on you. This will be a pleasure." With that, Susan lowered her mouth to her daughter's pussy and never noticed the camera lens peeking in at the window. Tammy noticed.

While Susan prepared for her date, the phone rang for Tammy. It was Sara, saying, "Is there any chance your Mom is listening on the extension?"

"No, she's in the shower."

"Good, Dad wants to talk to you."

"Hey, Princess, good job! We got some great pictures."

"Thanks, it was fun."

"Okay, we can start working on Daddy. When do you expect him, and when will your mom be gone?"

"He should be home by nine, and she leaves when he gets home."

"Okay, by ten, I'll be in the bushes on the driveway side of the living room window. I need you to prop up the blinds at the bottom at least two inches, just the corner near his chair. Make sure it don't look obvious. Your goal is to get him in that chair for a blow job. Actually, anything short of screwing will be great. I want you buck assed naked for this. If you can get him naked, that will be perfect. Oh, and make sure all the lights are on. I can't use a flash."

"Okay, I'll do my best."

"Princess, your best, so far, has been outstanding. Stop by tomorrow after school."

"Tomorrow is Saturday."

"See you in the morning, then. Get 'em, Tiger!"

Susan was too busy getting ready for her date to engage in more sex play with Tammy, but she did permit Tammy to watch her getting ready. While primping, Tammy sat on her mother's bed. They had a frank discussion about sex, men, and fidelity. Fidelity, because Susan admitted that she was going on a date with one of her lovers, her main man, Steve. Tammy learned that her parents hadn't been sexually active with each other for nine years and that they lived in what they called an open marriage. Tammy wanted more on Steve, and Susan was eager to brag about him.

Steve was a lawyer, a married lawyer with three kids, but he had the most wonderful cock, and he could use it for hours. Susan watched her daughter masturbating while she discussed Steve's sexual prowess. She stopped applying makeup to turn and watch. She smiled and said, "My, but we certainly have lost all of our inhibitions, haven't we?"

"Steve sounds like a sexy guy. Talking about him made me horny."

"I'm pleased to see you're not totally into pussy. You're ready to try some cock, aren't you?"

"Yes, I've been ready."

Susan smiled and turned back to the mirror, saying, "You've made that painfully apparent to your father. He's dying to introduce you to the sport. Take him up on it if you want. I have no objection. He's not the greatest, but he'd be good for a young girl starting out. He has a six-inch dick and it's not very thick. I think you could take it without too much difficulty. Would you like me to make an appointment to get you on the pill?"

"No... I mean, I've heard bad things about them. I hate taking pills anyway."

Susan lifted an eyebrow, but went on, "I think they're safe. I take them, and I've noticed nothing bad. In fact, my periods are less severe and are shorter. If you hate taking pills, there's always the diaphragm or condoms."

"Why can't I just let him do it with nothing. Those things all seem to interfere with the natural act. It turns me on thinking about all those millions of sperm getting in my womb." Susan stopped once again to turn and study her daughter, awed by her response. Tammy offered an obscene spread while fucking herself with two fingers. Susan said, "So, you like playing Russian roulette with a loaded gun--is that it?"

"If that means taking a chance on getting pregnant, yes."

"Suit yourself, but abortions are no fun, and they're not cheap."

"So, who wants an abortion?"

"If you get pregnant, I'll want one for you. I'll gladly pay for it, but I wish you'd abandon this kink of yours. Anyway, we'll discuss this some other time. When was your last period?"

"Last week."

"You're pretty safe for the next few days, but after that you'll be at high risk. You've got time to squeeze in a few days of natural screwing, but then you'll have to take a week off or use rubbers. I'll teach you how to use the rhythm method when I get time." Susan set her makeup tools aside, stood up, and turned in place, saying, "How do I look, fuckable, I hope."

"You look very fuckable, Mom. I'd fuck you if I had a dick."

"I'll buy you a strap-on, if I get the time. I wonder if they come in junior miss sizes?"

They both laughed. Tammy said, "I wonder if they come in Steve size. You could wear it for me."

"Good idea. That's what we can do during your ovulation cycle. I'll fuck you when you're fertile. Your dad will fuck you when you're not. There, that solves that, huh."

"I'd like it better if you let Steve and Dad fuck me when I'm fertile."

"Oh, you little mink. I'm going to have to keep my eye on you, I can see. I can't count on your father to act responsibly. In case you didn't know--and how could you--your father knocked up a kid already. It cost us ten grand to keep his stupid ass out of jail. I'm still pretty pissed about that, so knocking up little girls is a sore subject with us. I'm not sure our marriage would survive another, especially if it was you. If you really must get yourself pregnant, go to some other cock for the sperm, will you? Someone besides my husband."

"Are you serious, Mom?"

"Sure, why not. You seem bent on it, anyway. Maybe we can get our ten grand back from some other stupid fucker. With a body like yours, you can take your pick of men, so pick one with money. There, that's some good motherly advice for you. Always pick money; cocks grow on trees."

"That would make a good bumper sticker."

Susan laughed, "Come to think of it, it would. I think I heard your father's car pull up. I'm ready, so I guess I'll wish you luck. Oh, he did say that you have to make the first move, so don't wait on him if you're eager to get started. Later Sweetheart."

"Suck on his cock and tell him it's from me."

This stopped Susan in her tracks. She turned with a devilish grin and said, "I'm going to do just that. He'll like that. I think the three of us should get together. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I'd love it. Please, set it up. I'll fuck his brains out and suck him till his head caves in."

"Tammy, you got that from somewhere. We're going to talk, but not now. You be sure and be a bad girl while Mommy gets her pussy plowed." With that, she turned and walked out. Tammy scampered to her room.

Tammy had just pulled her panties on when her father's knock came. "Come in."

The door opened, and John's smile greeted her. "Hi, Angel. Have a good day at school?"

"Hi, Daddy. Yes, it was okay. I was just thinking about what to put on, but nothing sounds better than just panties. I've been cooped up in clothes all day."

"Well, it's just us in the house for the rest of the evening. Your mother has an evening meeting to attend. They usually run very late. There's no need to dress on my account. You don't even need panties for that matter."

"Really, are you sure you won't mind if I went around naked?"

"No, of course not. This is your house, too. If a person can't go naked in their own home, where can they?"

Tammy drew the panties off, smiled, then stood before her father offering her full frontal nudity. Sweat beaded on his brow and he had a difficult time not looking at the split peach of her naked pussy. It was still wet and shiny from her earlier masturbation exercise, and her clit stood out in prominence above the split. Tammy made it harder to avert his eyes from the vision as she stood with her crotch jutted out and her chest thrust out. When her hand trailed down her front to run fingers through her sex lips, his wide eyes followed.

She purred, "Is there something wrong with my pussy, Daddy. You keep staring at it."

This jerked his eyes up. He said, "Huh... oh... oh no, nothing. It just looks... pretty."

"Really, you think my pussy looks pretty?" Tammy bowed her knees out and looked between her legs. She toyed with the lips and poked at her clit, smearing juices under his intense stare. She said, "I guess you have to be a man to think one of these is pretty to look at. To me, it just looks like a messy crack between my legs." She glanced up to make sure she had his attention before pulling her lips open and saying, "All this creamy stuff keeps seeping out of my pussy hole--see?"

John dropped to one knee and put on a face of concern while examining her vagina from inches away. Tammy thrust her cunt out and widened her knees as he said, "Yes, it does appear to be coming from there, but I think it's natural vaginal fluid. You don't appear to have an infection. It's not a discharge."

"Are you sure, Daddy? I want to make sure. Do you want me to lie on my back. You can see better that way."

"Yes, maybe you should. We need to be sure."

Tammy smiled inwardly, then sat back on her bed. She drew her legs up and fanned them out, pulling herself open with her fingers. John coughed and gulped as he stared on her lewd spread; the pink hole seemed to beckon him nearer. He brought his face in close and breathed in her youthful, feminine musk. It took all his strength to resist plunging his face in her beaver. He brought a finger up and touched her pussy at the hole. When she didn't flinch, he inserted to the first knuckle. The vaginal ring of muscle felt exquisite. Tammy squeezed down on his finger.

John's breathing was fast and shallow as he entered to the second knuckle with no protest from Tammy. Bravely, he said, "Sweetheart, I'll need to open you up to look inside. Can you take another finger?"

"Yes, I can take three if you need three."

John brought the index finger of his other hand to the hole and it squeezed in alongside the first. With his two index fingers hooked in her hole, each past the second knuckle, he pulled until he could look down into the dark pink tunnel. John figured there was room for six inches of cock with room to spare. "Sweetheart, everything thing looks as it should. Your pussy looks perfectly healthy to me, baby."

Tammy had never heard her father use the word, pussy. She liked hearing it from his lips. She liked what he was doing, too, and was in no hurry to end it. She said, "Yes, but does my pussy smell like a healthy pussy, Daddy?"

John sniffed and said, "Yes, this smells like a health pussy. I think your pussy is very fine, Tammy." He sniffed again, then said, "This is definitely very fine pussy--the finest pussy I ever saw or smelled."

"Do you like it more than Mom's pussy?"

"Much more, and I'll bet it tastes better, too."

"You'll never know unless you taste mine."

That was all John needed to hear. His mouth was on her cunt in a second. Tammy swooned and said, "Wow, you're sure getting a good taste." John was swabbing her womb with his tongue when she said, "Ohhh, Daddy, that feels nasty what you're doing. Does Mom let you do that to her cunt?"

John looked up into Tammy's mischievous eyes, then drew his tongue up her slit. When he lifted free, he said, "She used to, and you have a pottie mouth, young lady. You shouldn't use vulgarity. Pussy is bad enough, I think."

He stood and offered his hand. Tammy was a bit put off by his reaction. She let him pull her to her feet, then said, "Sorry, I thought they were the same."

"They may mean the same thing, but ladies don't use that term. A young lady shouldn't use either one. You should call it a vagina."

"I hate that word, though. It sounds like doctor talk."

"All the same, you are a young lady, and you should always act like one."

Tammy was getting angry. Had it not been for her task, she would have let him have it. What a hypocrite, she thought. She decided it was better to let it drop. She said, "I'm hungry. Want me to fix you a sandwich, too?"

"No, I ate already. I'm going to watch some TV. Why don't you join me after you eat, okay?"

"Sure, we can watch TV together. Can I sit on your lap like I used to?"

"Yes, sweetheart, you certainly may."

"Okay, but I better put a towel on your lap. You don't want my cu... vagina juice getting on your pants." John gave her a stern look before they walked out together.

Tammy came into the living room with her sandwich--a major infraction of house rule number 392: no eating in the living room. She climbed onto her father's lap and squirmed on his cock, taking a bite of sandwich. Talking with her mouth full--infraction number 237--she said, "Sure you don't wanna bite?"

"All right, Tammy. Let's get something straight right now. Just because we're getting buddy buddy, that doesn't change a thing. We have rules. Now you take that sandwich back in the dining room, and I'd better not see any mess, not a crumb. Now move, before I get really angry."

Tammy got down and went to the dining room, angry at herself for forcing this confrontation before she'd accomplished her mission. His mood was ruined, and it would take some doing to get it back. She looked at the kitchen clock and saw that it was already nine-forty-five. If Gary had to wait in the bushes all night for nothing, she knew she'd get the belt. Spanking she liked, but the belt really hurt, and the tingle was not adequate compensation. She threw the sandwich in the trash and said, "Damn!"

She tidied up extra well before returning to her father. She stood before him, head downcast, looking penitent. She said, "Daddy, I'm sorry. That was wrong of me to assume those privileges. I'll be a perfect angel from now on, I swear. I want to make it up to you. I'll do anything you want, anything at all."

The implication wasn't lost on John. He smiled and patted his lap. "Hop up here, precious. Daddy forgives you."

Tammy smiled impishly and climbed onto his lap. She turned to rest her back against his chest, then laid her legs outside his. She placed his hands in her crotch and waited. She didn't have to wait long before his fingers were massaging her vagina.

Tammy moaned and wiggled on his rock hard cock, enjoying the nice sensations emanating from her loins. She waited until he was good and horny before saying, "Daddy, I think I'd better get dressed."

John's hands flew from her crotch. He embraced her warmly, saying, "Why, sugar, I thought you liked being free of clothes."

"I do, but I feel funny being the only one naked. I didn't mind what you were doing, if that's what you're thinking. Actually, it felt kinda nice. I'll be right back."

"No, wait. Suppose I took mine off, then we'd both be naked."

"Oh, Daddy, would you? Would you really let me see you naked?"

"Why, yes, of course. You'd really like to see me naked, huh?"

"Oh, yes, I dream about it all the time."

"You do? Well, let's make your dream come true. Hop down and go get three hangers from my closet. And bring my shoe trees."

Tammy rushed off, then slowed as she rounded the corner, thinking, "That fucking jerk. Bring my hangers. Bring my shoe trees. Shit!"

When Tammy returned, John was just taking off his pants, having removed his shirt, coat, shoes and socks. Tammy stood before him, her eyes riveted to his crotch expectantly. John saw her staring at his tented boxer shorts and smiled. He took his sweet time hanging each item on a hanger, then slipping in the shoe trees. He held the three items of clothing in one hand, the shoes in the other, stood before Tammy in only his shorts, and said, "My hands are full, Angel. Will you take off my boxers then take these to my room and hang them?"

Tammy dropped to her knees like a pagan before her idol. With trembling fingers, she eased the shorts down, inch by precious inch. John looked on with a big grin as the elastic waistband stretched over his prick. His cock came springing up in Tammy's face. She moaned as if seeing the face of God, then yanked the shorts to his knees and stared at the cock. Her hands went reverently to his balls, then slid up the shaft to cradle his cock lovingly. John said, "Here, you better take care of these things first."

Tammy's face came closer and closer as though she hadn't heard him, as though she were mesmerized by his prick. John watched her mouth open at the head, then engulf his swollen organ. His cock sank in her warm sucking mouth and three inches of his dick went into her throat. Tammy sucked ravenously with her nose pressed tightly to his groin. First the clothes fell in a heap, then the shoes clattered to the floor.

Tammy had him positioned in the perfect spot for Gary's camera, and she could see the camera. Her father didn't last long under her deep-throat head fuck. When he came, she took the cock from her mouth, turned her head toward the camera, and took his full load in the face while lapping at the shooting head. Cum ran all down her pretty features as she sucked on the head of her father's spent dick. She wasn't finished, however.

Tammy released the cock and hopped into his arms with her legs wrapped around his hips. His spent cock mashed against her cunt. To the camera, they appeared to be fucking. Tammy hugged his neck and said, "Daddy, that was great. Can I do that again sometime?"

"Sure, sweetheart, anytime. Look, why don't you get off me and we'll just relax for a few minutes."

She disengaged herself, saying, "Okay, but can I suck on your cock while you relax?"

"Tammy, it's a penis, not a cock, and yes you may."

John sat in his chair, and Tammy knelt between his knees. She fondled his wilted organ, and said, "You sure have a nice penis, Daddy."

"Thank you, Angel. You have a nice mouth. Why don't you put it to good use. Make me hard again, and I'll show you what else it's good for."

Tammy smiled and took him in her mouth. She got him hard after several long minutes of sucking, then said, "Okay, now what?"

"Now get over me with your knees by my hips."

Tammy did so and found her cunt right over his dick with him aiming. She settled so that the head was between her cunt lips. The camera had a good angle, and that was all she needed. A few seconds would do. She purred, "What now, Daddy."

"Just ease yourself down gently. You control the pace."

"But Daddy, your cock will go up my cunt if I do that."

"Huh, what?"

"Your cock will go up my fuck hole. We'll be fucking."

"Tammy, watch your mouth. I told you for the last time, and I know what will happen. Isn't that what you want to happen?"

"What, to get screwed? No way, not by my own father."

"What do you mean, no way?"

"Daddy, that's nasty."

"And sucking my cock isn't, I suppose."

"Daddy, your language."

"Get down, Tammy. Go to your room." Tammy climbed down and headed for her room. John called out, "No, wait, Tammy. Come back." Tammy returned, holding her head down. John stood before her holding her gently by the shoulders. "I'm sorry I yelled at you. I'm confused. I thought you wanted to do that, you know, have sex."

"Well, I liked messing around, and being naked and all, but you tried to fuck me."

"Oh, honey, no. Daddy wasn't trying to fuck you, precious. No, Daddy was just letting you know that if you wanted to go all the way, I was willing to go along."

"But you put your cock in my cunt and you told me to sit down on it."

"You took me wrong, dear. I was just suggesting. I'd never do that unless I was sure that's what you wanted. I thought you wanted to. I thought you liked what we were doing."

"I did, I loved it, right up to where you tried to screw me in my pussy."

"Look, let's just sit back down and get comfortable, relax a bit. There's no harm in that is there?"

"Okay, but promise you won't try to get your cock up my cunt again."

"I swear. I won't touch my penis. I won't even touch your vagina."

"Daddy, stop calling my cunt a vagina. I hate that word. And I hate penis, too."

"All right, no more. I won't touch your pussy. Okay?"

"Then I don't want on your lap if you won't touch my pussy."

"God damn, Tammy, I'm so confused. Please, can we just sit down and relax together."

"Will you play with my cunt?"

"Yes, I'll play with your cunt."

"Okay."

John took his seat and Tammy laid over him with her back to his chest. She laid her legs outside of his with her cunt just above his wilted cock. His hands came into her crotch and began a slow sensual massage. His dick quickly responded and Tammy reached down between her legs and pressed it against her pussy, trapping it between the folds of her cunt with the head poking above her mound. She closed her legs to form an external cunt that enveloped his cock, then humped herself against it using her fingers to keep it tight to her pussy. This did not help his confusion, but it did make for a good picture, especially when he shot cum straight up and it landed and drooled all over her cunt.

Later that evening, when he recovered, they did much the same, but in other poses. There was the doggie style phonyfuck--where Tammy got on her hands and knees and John knelt behind her, sawing his cock through the cheeks of her ass and her tightly-clenched thighs. There was the missionary phonyfuck--where he laid over her and sawed his cock through her cunt crack trapped by her tightly clenched thighs. And then there was the sodomy phonyfuck--where she laid face down while he mounted her and sawed his cock through her ass cheeks and thighs. John took pleasure from these phonyfucks, and to the eye of the camera, they looked real.

Tammy's favorite, and John's greatest frustration, was when Tammy laid back in his chair with her legs pulled back and wide open, then invited him to press the head of his cock to her cunt while she masturbated. John wanted that contact so badly that he went along, even while she fantasized aloud, and <missing text>, he tried to move off target, but Tammy would not permit him. She held her cunt lips open with one hand while the other lodged the head in her hole then began jacking him off.

With his cockhead lodged inside her hole and Tammy jacking the shaft hard and fast, his entire load shot directly into her pussy. It took every ounce of will power not to sink in to the balls. Tammy milked the last drops into her pussy, then used his wilting member to smear the baby cream in the internal folds of her sex. She smiled impishly and said, "You shouldn't have creamed my cunt, Daddy. Now, I might be pregnant. That's okay, though. At least we can honestly say we didn't fuck. That's not real fucking, is it, Daddy?"

John sank to his knees, physically and mentally exhausted, shaking his head, saying, "No, it wasn't real fucking."

"Good, because that would be incest. Gee, you sure put a lot of sperm in my cunt."

"Your mother keeps a douche bag in the bathroom closet. Wash it out if you're worried. I'm going to bed."

They retired to their own beds. John and his morning erection was over her the next morning, shaking her shoulder. She opened her eyes, yawned, smiled, and said, "Hi Daddy."

"Sweetheart, can we do it like we did last night?"

Tammy looked at the stiff dick in his hand, smiled, and said, "Okay, but don't put it inside my pussy." He climbed on and slid his cock in the groove of her cunt. She clamped her thighs together and he was set. All she did was lie there while he humped his ass off.

Tammy loved the feeling of his cock sliding through her cunt lips, but she tried hard to act indifferently about it, as though this were something she did as a service, permitting him to rut on her body. She yawned and said, "Is Mom home?"

"No, she hasn't come back yet."

"Strange that a meeting would last into the morning, isn't it?"

"Yes, strange."

"I think you should taste her pussy for cum when she gets home."

"Can we talk some other time?"

"Sorry, just trying to offer a suggestion. I'll bet it tastes like sperm."

"Please, Tammy, I'm trying to concentrate."

She remained silent for almost a full minute while he pumped hard, trying to reach his climax. She said, "Are you almost done?"

"Please, Tammy."

She waited thirty seconds to say, "Pull your cock out when you shoot or you'll get that stuff all over my sheet."

"Damnit, Tammy, I was almost there."

"Sorry."

From the doorway they heard, "The sights you see when you don't have a camera."

Tammy looked to her left and saw her mother looking worn-out but smiling. John just groaned and stopped in mid-hump. He said, "It's not what it looks like."

Susan walked in and stood over them. She said, "Please, John, you needn't stop on my account. I approve. Finish your fuck." Addressing Tammy, she lifted her skirt, exposed her spermy twat, drew two fingers through her slit and pressed them to Tammy's lips saying, "Steve said to give you this, and since you're so interested in how my cunt tastes, there's no time like the present."

John was propped up on his elbows with his head above Tammy's face. Susan had to bring her fingers between their faces to deliver the vulgar gift. To his utter amazement, Tammy licked, then sucked those two fingers. She then said, "Tell him thanks." Susan smiled, turned, and left. John got off Tammy and followed.

Susan was back five minutes later. She took a seat on the mattress by Tammy's hip. They exchanged smiles. Susan brushed hair from Tammy's face, saying, "John tells me that you guys did everything but screw. He said you wouldn't let him in your pussy. Is that true?"

"Yes."

"Can you explain this? You seemed eager enough yesterday afternoon. You do realize that the best way to get pregnant is to actually get the cock to cum inside your pussy."

"He did cum in my pussy, once."

"You know what I mean."

"Mom, I can't tell you why."

"Do you mean you can't or won't?"

"Well, I could, but I can't."

"That sounds like someone doesn't want you to tell." Tammy's silence told all. "I see... this someone, is he the someone responsible for your sexual blooming?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you who he is. Please don't try to make me. I won't, no matter what."

"I think I understand. You want to have his baby, is that it?"

"That's part of it."

"Are you in love?"

"No."

"Tammy, is this person an adult?"

"I don't think I should say."

"You just told me all I need to know. Tammy, why didn't you come to me when this first started?"

"I couldn't even talk to you about needing a bra."

Susan sat thinking for quite some time. Tammy was content to let her think. Finally, she said, "I have a feeling he has his hooks in you too deep to unhook you. Does that about size it up?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"You're going to do whatever he tells you to do, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"He told you to seduce me and your father. He wants you to get pregnant with his child. Interesting. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what he's up to. Well, I'm not going to lose any sleep over it. What's done is done. You can't get toothpaste back in the tube. I feel sorry for your father, though. At least I get totally satisfied."

"You will, Mom, I promise."

"I suppose you'll be going to this man today. Tell him something for me. Tell him that I'll go along with anything, including this pregnancy; in fact, I think it's rather cool what he's doing. I admire his style, I really do."

"Is that the truth; do you really?"

"Yes, I really, honestly do. You're living my childhood fantasy of falling under the spell of a sex maniac, only this guy is better. I envy you. But I also want you to warn him that if he takes you away, I'll see that he's hunted like a dog for the rest of his life. You tell him that."

Tammy lunged up and took her mother in a passionate hug, saying, "I will, and thank you so much for understanding. He won't take me away. He just wants my baby."

Susan hugged and patted her saying, "It's the least I can do. I'm going to be here for you when you have to pick up the pieces of your life and try to get back on track. Remember that. No matter how low you sink, or how dirty you get, I can always clean up the mess and help you get straight. I owe you that much; we both do. We love you, Tammy, more than we ever showed."

"Oh, Mom, I love you too. I'll remember, but I like what I'm doing, and I don't want to stop."

They parted to look in each other's eyes. Susan said, "I can't say I blame you. It sure beats sitting around this house twiddling your thumbs."

"It sure does. Now, I twiddle my clit."

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Susan took the news to John. He was livid. He wanted to go straight to the police. He wanted to ground her, bind her to the bed under armed guard, seal off the property, and yank out the phone. Susan calmly let him rant, then said, "And do you think she'll be in any mood to let you play your little games with her? Do you think you'll ever get another blow job? She'll hate you, and the first time you turn your back, she'll be gone forever. No, John, as for calling in the cops, who do you think she'll rat on, him or you?"

That started him pacing. "Oh shit! That's right. Susan, what are we going to do?"

"You do what you want, but as for me, I'm going to buddy-up to this guy if I ever get to meet him. He has my daughter by the short hairs, or stubble, in her case. All I care about is keeping her under my roof. If I have to drive her to him for her fucking, I'm driving. If he wants a baby, I'll burp it for him."

"Susan, if you're getting off on this, you're sick."

"Oh, look who's talking about sick. You fuck your secretary's little girl in front of her, under the threat of losing her job, just for the kick of it, then when the kid turns up pregnant, you tell her that's the breaks. That's sick, but she sure showed you, huh? She won ten grand and lifetime job security. Not bad, and she's still willing to fuck you. I may be sick, but at least I'm not stupid."

"Then this does turn you on?"

"Sure, okay, I'll admit it. I think it's cooler than shit that this pervert wants to knock up a twelve-year-old girl and make her parents go along with it. That's what he's doing, you know. That's why we're getting sex from her. He's getting something on us. There was probably a camera hidden somewhere."

"What do you mean, sex with us?"

"She got me yesterday--got me good. If the cameras were rolling, he has an accomplice in me. I'll hold her fucking legs apart for him to keep those shots in a box."

John was pacing madly. "That explains that disgusting thing you did in there--wiping your lover's cum from your twat and sticking it in your daughter's mouth. Good god Susan, have you no shame at all? Did you have to do that in front of me?"

"Must I remind you that you were fucking her at the time; or, at least, it looked like you were. Besides, I thought it was cool, so did Tammy."

"Oh, Jesus. Oh shit. She set me up. Fuck! Those were poses she got me in. Damn, Susan, Tammy set me up. If there was someone outside that window, he... wait."

John left the room and returned a minute later carrying a tooth pick. Holding it up, he said, "I found this propping up the blinds. I'm fucked, Susan; we're fucked."

"Well, it's as I figured. Now we just wait to see what he wants. Take my advice, though--get set to become his accomplice. It's much easier once you accept it. And don't be pissed at Tammy. She will do whatever he wants her to do. That's our fault she was so easy for him to sink his claws into. We raised her to be pervert bait. Well, we caught one, a big one. Now, we have to figure out how to land him, or get him off the line."

"I feel like we're in a rubber dingy with a great white shark on the line."

"That's about the size of it. In such a case, I say, hang on and enjoy the ride."

"I don't see how you can enjoy this, Susan. Don't you realize what can happen to us, to Tammy?"

"Yes, but worrying about it does no good. All I can do is take each day as it comes. We won't have long to wait. I'm sure he'll be contacting us soon. If he contacts you, take my advice, be nice."

"He'd better contact you, I don't think I can be nice to the asshole."

"I hope he does contact me. I'm going to very nice, and I will be sincere. I can't wait to meet this guy. I really like his style."

"I wish your daughter could hear what you just said."

"I already told her to tell him, and she knows I was serious."

"God, you're unbelievable--un-fucking-believable."

"I need to get some sleep. I'm un-fucking-believably fucked out. Go for a long walk. You need it."

Late Saturday night they got a call from Tammy. Susan answered. Tammy said, "Mom, I'm fine--ugh. I'm staying here--ugh--until Monday. I'll go to school--ugh--from here, but I'll come--ugh-- straight home after school."

"Tammy, what's going on? Is he with you right now?"

"Yes, he's fucking my ass."

"Oh shit, that's fantastic. He makes you call your folks while he's fucking you in the ass. I love it. That is so cool. You've got yourself a winner, Tammy. Honey, can I please talk to him? He doesn't need to say anything. I just want to tell him how excited this makes me."

There was some discussion that Susan couldn't hear, then Tammy came back on the line to say, "Okay, but he won't--ugh--talk. Go ahead."

"I love what you're doing with my daughter. I love it all. I know you don't trust me, but you will one day. Calling me while butt-fucking my daughter is so incredibly cool. Do me a favor. Pull out and cum in her pussy. We must get that child pregnant. Enjoy the weekend. Bye!"

John was standing over Susan when she hung up. "What in the hell is wrong with you? How could you tell him such things?"

"Go piss up a rope, John. Even if I weren't getting off on it, he'd still be fucking her ass and keeping her all weekend. I threw him a curve. He's probably scratching his head right now."

"Bullshit, you probably made him cum. You were pretty damned convincing."

"That's because I was serious and genuinely turned on. In fact, I'm going into the bedroom and have myself a good cum. Wanna watch?" John was speechless, but John followed her to the bedroom.

On Monday morning Susan got a call at the salon. It was John. "Susan, you'd better get over to my office right away. We've been contacted. There was a manila envelope under the door when Carol arrived. It's pictures, and there's a note."

"What about Tammy, is he kidnapping her?"

"No, this isn't a kidnapping. Just come over. I can't discuss this over the phone."

"I'll be right over."

Susan rushed to the construction yard where John had an office set up in a mobile home. She went into his office and found John and his mistress/secretary pouring over photos laid out on his desk. Susan cleared her throat to get their attention, then said, "Don't you think we should keep this private, John?"

"She saw them first, and read the note. Don't worry about Carol. Look at these."

The first ones she saw were of Tammy's first fuck. Susan stared intently at them and finally said, "These are hot. I've never seen porno this hot."

"Yes, and look at these. You come out nicely, too."

Susan flinched at the sharpness and clarity of her genitals receiving Tammy's attention. Carol was looking over her shoulder. Susan held them to her chest and said, "Do you mind?"

"I've seen them all, Susan."

"I'm sure you have. Since you arrive before eight and it's after ten, I presume you two have been fucking your brains out over them."

"Knock it off, Susan. None of this is Carol's fault. Her job is to open and read all my mail. Here, read the note."

Susan took the one page, hand-written note and read:

Greetings,

As you can see, we all have something in common. We all love fucking little Tammy, only I'm smart enough not to get my face in the frame. The others can go straight to jail if they get stupid. I don't think you guys are stupid--horny, but not stupid.

Here's the deal. I need a baby for a couple wanting a baby. Tammy's got an empty womb. I've got balls full of potent sperm. Get the picture?

You are inviting me to dinner Monday night--say eightish. I'm a steak and potatoes man. We'll work on this project together. Enjoy the pics.

Gary

PS Susan, I took your advice and emptied my balls in your little girl's cunt. I have no intention of running off with your little bitch. I'd much rather you took care of her for me. She's going to make me a fine breeder.

Susan reread the PS and felt her clit throbbing. She put down the note with a smile and said, "Well, I feel like we dodged a bullet. If all he wants is a breeder, I couldn't agree more. She will make a fine breeder."

Carol smiled and said, "This is so exciting. You really don't mind, do you? You're going to work with him, aren't you?"

"Yes Carol. Does that make your panties wet. That's the reaction I'd expect from a woman who sets her daughter up to get pregnant so she can extort money from the father."

"It was his idea to screw her without protection, not mine."

John intervened, "Knock it off, you two. Well, what are we going to do?"

Susan sat on his sofa and said, "You need to fuck your whore. I've gone and gotten her all worked up for you. I've got to prepare a dinner."

"She's right, John. She is making me horny. I just think it's marvelous what you two are doing with Tammy. She is such a sexy child. She's such a limber little whore. You must bring her here for a threesome. I can't wait to see her nine months along."

Susan said, "Yes, John, do share Tammy with your slut. Maybe with Tammy's help you can finally satisfy her."

Carol went up to Susan with a big smile and said, "That's right, and your little girl will lick John's cum from my slutty twat, bitch. In fact, I think she should lick us while we fuck. You're welcome to come and watch. You can frig your cunt and get off on it. I'm sure you'd like that."

Susan enjoyed every word, and taunted her just to hear them. John, however, thought a cat fight was about to break out, and said, "Please, girls, let's keep our heads here."

Susan said, "Relax, John. Carol is right. I would get off on it. If that was a sincere invitation--I accept. I'll bring a dildo."

This took the wind out of Carol's sails and put a smile on John's face. He said, "It's a date, then. Right now, we have work to do, and you have a dinner to prepare. I'll be home by six."

"I was hoping to watch a preview performance, but you're right. I'd better go. You two love birds have fun. Oh, and John, bring the pictures home with you. I'm starting an album."

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Susan met Tammy at the door when she arrived. They hugged passionately, then Susan said, "Let's get naked and go in my bedroom. You must tell me all about your exciting weekend; I can't wait to hear all about it."

Once naked and on the bed, the two aroused females attacked each other's cunts in a clutching sixty-nine, rolling about the bed. After their orgasms, they rolled apart and Tammy told her story. Her weekend was a non-stop fuck and suck marathon that included a pair of cocker spaniels. Tammy had to describe each fuck and each suck in detail, but it was the doggie action that most intrigued Susan. She wanted to hear about it twice. Having sex with a dog in front of an audience was another fantasy of Susan's.

After Susan heard it all, she said, "I'm so jealous of you, Tammy. You are living my fantasy, and it sounds better then I ever imagined."

"It is, Mom. I stay turned on. There's always something exciting to remember or look forward to. My cunt is always running."

"Mine too, ever since I began to suspect."

"When did you begin to suspect?"

"This will surprise you, but three weeks ago, this woman showed up at the salon. She didn't fit the mold of our clientele and she only ordered our cheapest services. She was there every day for the whole week, prying into my personal life, asking my staff things about me. I had her checked out and learned that she was your friend's mother. I had Steve run a police check on Ann and Gary. They have a long record of selling babies to infertile couples. Gary is a semi-legit baby broker. He is suspected in the pregnancy of more than a dozen young girls, but parents won't cooperate. They moved here from Tucson because the heat was too hot, and I'm not talking about the weather."

"That's neat. You knew what I was getting into, and you let me continue."

"You don't know how close I came to contacting Gary to offer him your services. Things were going so slow, I wondered what was taking him so long. Why do you think I eased up on your curfew and let you sleep over on school nights? I checked the crotch of your panties every day, but they were always dry. I checked them right after your little hamster charade, while you were in the shower. They were sopping wet with semen. I almost came just holding them to my nose."

"Did you show Daddy?"

"No, he wasn't ready for that. He'd have freaked out. I had a hell of a time getting him to go along with the relaxed curfew. After the hamster episode, I did start conditioning him. He was easy. He fully accepts this, now."

"Mom, this is so exciting, knowing you set me up, and you get off on this."

"I'm glad you like it. I'd still be pushing you even if you didn't like it. Look, we need to work on this dinner thing tonight. I want everything to be perfect. I want you looking so pretty and innocent. I want you to wear that yellow dress that's two sizes too small. I'm so glad we didn't get rid of it. You look so adorable in that dress, and now you'll look sexy and adorable. We'll do your hair in ponytails like you used to wear. I want you looking eleven, sweet and innocent."

"That dress needs a slip or my nipples will show. I can't look innocent with my nipples all hard and poking out the top."

"No, I want that look--innocent and unaware of your sexuality. Why do you think you went without a bra for so long? I was trolling for molesters. Six months from now, you would have still been waiting on a bra if Gary hadn't taken the bait."

"I'm glad he did. It was making my school life difficult. Teachers were hassling me. Luckily, there's no rule that says a girl has to wear one. Now I know why you only buy blouses that are thin and tight."

"I'm surprised they never hassled you about the length of your skirts. I know they have rules about that."

"They did hassle me, but the lengths were too close to make an issue of. Our dress code is fairly liberal compared to other schools. We can wear skirts to mid-thigh. I did have notes to take home to get signed, informing you that my skirts exceeded this. I signed them for you."

"Why, because you like them short, or were you timid?"

"A little of both. I got a charge that boys, and especially teachers, could see my panties when I sat down. I have two teachers, one male, one female, that can't keep their eyes off my crotch."

"Did you shoot beavers?"

"Yeah, but not so they'd suspect. I don't think they did, anyway. I came so close to sitting in Mr. Duncan's science class without my panties on. He has me sit in the front row, just so he can see better, and no one else would know."

"Oh, do, Tammy. Do it for me. I just know he'll hold you after class if you did that and shot him obvious beavers all through the class."

"I'll do it tomorrow. Gary doesn't care who I screw as long as I get pregnant."

"Then why won't he let you screw your father?"

"He never said, but he has a reason."

"I think he just wants him to stay horny, and I love it. This is driving your father nuts. He wants in your pussy so bad he can taste it. Gary is smart to handle John this way. He can get John to do anything if he can come through with the pussy. Your father would suck his dick for a chance to fuck you."

"I would love to see Daddy sucking on Gary's dick. I would die."

"You think I wouldn't. If I get Gary aside, that's exactly what he'll have to do every time he wants to fuck you. He'll do it, too. He wants you that badly. Come on, let's shower together. We need to get you ready, and I need a good shower suck."

John walked into the bedroom at six-fifteen and saw Susan primping Tammy. He caught his breath when he took a good look at his little girl. The dress was his favorite, but he'd never seen it look so luscious on his little Tammy. Her tits looked so out of place, but so damned sexy. It may have been the two ponytails that made them look out of place, or the patent leather shoes worn with turned-down yellow socks. The dress was too small for her, the hem only coming to the very tops of her thighs.

Susan turned to say, "Well, does she look fuckable?"

"Damn right she does. I figured you'd go all out for this, but I never thought you'd make a present out of her."

"It's funny you should say that. Show him, Tammy."

Tammy hopped up on the vanity table and made a big beaver. The first thing John noticed when he stepped forward was the bright red kiss imprint just above her clit on her freshly-shaved mound. Then he read the writing above that:

Gary,

Thank you for accepting our daughter into your breeding program. May our association be long, and may her fertile womb bring you wealth.

Much love and affection,

Susan Stevenson

"Christ, Susan, you're sick. You're both sick. I can see you approve, Tammy."

"Yes, it's neat. Gary will love it."

"I hope you realize he'll want a picture of that."

"I already anticipated that. I took one for him and one for my album. They came out nice, don't you think?"

"Shit! Just when I think you can't shock me, you do. I hope you have a prison fantasy, because that's where you're headed."

"Not if we cooperate with Gary. Remember that. With our help and support, none of us can get busted. I need to start dinner. Why don't you drop your pants and let our Lolita relieve you of that lump in your britches. What a hypocrite!" After she walked out, John dropped his britches.

Gary arrived right on time. Susan answered the door. He was everything she imagined he would be. He needed a shave, and wore baggy pants with a coffee-stained T-shirt that had a pack of Camels rolled up in the left sleeve. He wasn't as bad looking as she thought he'd be, only a little fat around the middle. He had a bad boy smile on his face as Susan said, "You must be Gary. I'm Susan. Please, come in. Dinner is ready."

Gary sauntered in slowly and took a long look around, purposefully ignoring John who stood off to the side, waiting to be introduced. He suddenly reached out and placed an arm around Susan's waist, pulling her in close for a long kiss. Susan melted into that kiss as he molded her ass flesh with a groping hand. When the kiss ended, he let loose of her.

Breathless, Susan laughingly said, "Now that's what I call a greeting. Gary, meet my husband John. John, Gary." John held out his hand, which Gary ignored, saying, "Don't expect a kiss, big guy. You're not my type." John dropped his hand with a scowling look. Gary said, "Where's your little girl, John. I'd like to see what I'm having for dessert."

John yelled out, "Tammy, come in here."

Tammy made her entrance with an impish smile. She stood in the entryway to the dining room with her hands behind her back, turning in place, left and right, biting her lower lip with her head down, eyes up, trying to hold back her smile. Gary said, "Hot damn, she's a vision, eh, John?"

"Yes, she's a vision."

"Hey, let's put on the feed bag. Old Gary needs his strength for dessert." They all moved into the dining room. Gary's place was set at the head of the table with Tammy across from him. Susan was on his left. John on his right. Gary reached for everything he wanted and mounded his plate. He went right to work stuffing his face, eating with his fingers. John's displeasure was obvious, but Susan seemed to love watching him. She said, "So, how was the weekend? Satisfying, I presume."

"Oh, it was satisfying. Wasn't it, Princess?"

"Yes, I was satisfied lots of times."

Susan went on, "From what I hear, even the animals were satisfied."

"You mean Prince and Beasley? Oh, yeah, your little girl saw to that. That kid has a mouth on her that can put a smile on a cocker spaniel's muzzle. They're still smiling."

Susan smiled at the shock registered on John's face. Susan shocked him further when she said, "I'm seeing a man named Steve. He'd love to see her put a smile on his bulldog. I wouldn't mind seeing that myself."

"She can do it. See that I get a picture of it, and I'll give the order."

"I'll see that you get copies of everything we take."

John cried out, "Susan, No!"

Gary ignored him and said, with a mouthful of food, "Princess, you suck off the mutt for your mother, then fuck him for me."

"Okay. Do I let him fuck my ass or my cunt?"

"Why not do both?"

John's outrage was uncontainable. He shouted, "This is too much. I won't allow it."

Gary rested his elbow on the table, angling his dripping fork at John, saying, "If you ever raise your voice around me again, I'll see you that you do hard time. You've got no say-so about how I run my whore." He turned to Susan and said, "I want Daddy there to guide the mutt's cock for her. Maybe after that, he won't feel so possessive towards her."

Susan beamed and said, "John will be delighted to assist. Won't you, John?" John's head bowed. He stirred his food without focus or purpose. "I said, 'Won't you, John?'"

"Yes, I'll assist."

Gary said, "You're a smart man, John. You'll thank me later. There ain't nothing like watching a young girl like Tammy getting it from a mutt with a big cock. Bulldogs have big cocks, John."

Susan said, "I can attest to that. Bruno's is this long, John." She held up her hands eight inches apart. "It's thick, too. Besides that, a dog's cock swells in the middle. I'm sure it will lock inside her ass, maybe even in her pussy. Wouldn't that be exciting to watch, John--our little Tammy locked up with a beast? Steve's going to be so pleased that he found a bitch for Bruno, and Tammy will be so convenient for him to use. He can drop off his dog for servicing when he picks me up for a date. When we return, Bruno will be all smiles and his wife won't be complaining about his embarrassing erections."

Susan turned to Gary, adding, "Steve has three girls and that dog is always trying to mount one or the other. Barbara keeps them in jeans. If she didn't, there'd be no pulling Bruno off until Bruno got off. Steve keeps the dog around because he loves to torment Barbara. He actually told her that if she were a responsible mother, and really wanted to spare the girls, she'd relieve the dog. He makes her wear short skirts without panties. You can imagine the shit that dog puts her through. I've seen it, and it is a sight."

"This Steve guy has class. I like his style. If he was smart, and knew how to manage his old lady, he'd make her service the dog in front of the girls. If he knew how to manage kids, he'd have them in short skirts without panties, too. Hell, with three breeders like he has, he could retire."

"How did you get started in this business, if you don't mind my asking?"

"I don't mind. Ann, my wife, got pregnant right after Sara was born. I didn't want another mouth to feed and couldn't afford an abortion. This anti-abortion church group advertised couples willing to pay for a child. Hell, I thought we'd have to pay someone to take it. We got two grand and all medical taken care of. As soon as her womb was clear, we started making another. She's been pumping out kids like a Pez dispenser ever since. Hell, she's about to drop another one. We're getting five grand a kid now. That's what we sold Sara's for. Nice thing about it is the church does all the setting up. They find the couples."

"Obviously you're not relying on what Ann and Sara can produce by themselves."

"No, I started branching out three years ago, getting kids like your Tammy. I had six breeders going in Tucson before we had to bug out. Things got a little hot for us. It wasn't the parents. I know how to control parents. It was those damned state social workers. They got nosy when so many arranged adoptions had me as a middle man."

"Aren't you worried that it will happen here?"

"No. I know where I fucked up. I never should have picked on the kids of welfare mothers. Kids of well-to-do parents don't need to use social services."

"That's smart. We can certainly afford all the prenatal care Tammy will need. You must be looking for new girls to replace the ones you lost."

"I'm always looking."

"John's secretary has a nice breeder, an experienced fifteen-year-old. I'm sure he can set you up with her." John dropped his fork. "And Steve might go along. He has one that is ready to breed. Pam, his twelve-year-old, had her first period last month. I think he'd set her up with you just to get at Barbara. The other two are ten and eight. He's not all that attached to his kids, and he sure got off on what you are doing with Tammy. I'll talk to him about it if you'd like."

"Yeah, do that, but don't mention my name. Does this Barbara chick know you're fuckin' her old man?"

"She'd better. Half the time we're fucking in her bed while she looks after the kids. After a fuck, I like to walk around, naked, with his cum pouring out of my cunt. I've put cum stains on every piece of furniture she has, and I love letting Bruno lick the cum off my legs and twat with the girls looking on. She'll tolerate that, but when he goes to mount me she drags him away. She's been slow to act lately. The last few times, he managed a few strokes all the way in me before she dragged him away. Her girls were very disappointed about that, but not as disappointed as me and Bruno."

"She's getting off on it. Mark my words, you keep that up and she'll let it go the distance. Yeah, I want her kids--all three of them. I'll put the little ones in training. And John, set me up with that kid you know. Make it soon."

John dropped his fork again, then angrily said, "I can't set you up with Carol's kid without paying Carol. It will cost you twice what the baby will bring."

"No, John. It will cost you twice what the baby will bring. Set it up. You can afford it. I've seen that outfit of yours."

"It would be cheaper if I just gave you five grand."

"Hey, I'm an honest businessman. I don't take payoffs. I earn my money, mister. I don't need your fucking payoff. You set it up. If you want to save some bucks, jew her down. If you paid ten grand, you paid way over retail. She shouldn't be asking more than two or three to breed her kid. Get something on her and you can get the kid for free like I do. That's the only way to turn a decent profit in this business. You need to find parents like you guys with daughters like Tammy--free breeders. That was a great meal, now for dessert. Tammy, get up here and make a spread for Old Gary."

Tammy quickly got up as Gary shoved everything clear before him. In the process, he knocked John's plate in his lap. John was livid, but said nothing. Gary lifted Tammy and set her where his plate had been. He pushed her legs apart as she reclined. His eyes widened when he saw what Susan wrote. He read slowly, his smile growing bigger and bigger until he broke out into a maniacal laugh, saying, "Now, this beats all. You guys got a camera?"

Susan took the photo from her bra. "Here, I thought you'd want one."

Gary took the picture and smiled, saying, "Damn, you thought of everything. Susan, we'll make a great team. Now let's get down to some serious child molesting. Why don't you two hold her legs open for me?"

Susan was right with it, grasping Tammy's right ankle and pulling it out perpendicular to her torso. John reluctantly followed her example with the left while Gary stood and dropped his pants. He fisted his impressive erection, bending it toward the gaping hole they presented. He stepped forward and pressed his dick to her crack. Susan's right hand closed over the shaft. She said, "Please, allow me."

Gary dropped his hands and let Susan guide his cock to her daughter's waiting hole. Once seated, he advanced to the balls with easy, steady thrusts. John could not take his eyes off the sight as his daughter's pussy devoured the large cock with ease. Once in to the balls, Gary set up a steady fuck rhythm that had Tammy moaning and groaning.

Susan's aroused stare reflected her growing excitement. She dipped her head to the juncture of genitals and licked at Gary's pistoning cock and her daughter's stretched cunt. She laid her cheek on Tammy's mound, staring at the plunging cock, saying, "This is beautiful. Fuck my baby, Gary. Fuck her good. Fill her fertile womb with your hot sperm. Make a baby in her belly."

Susan got up and looked to John, saying, "Isn't this fantastic, John? Did you ever think you'd see another man fucking our daughter on the dining room table, fucking her with the express purpose of getting her pregnant, and with us holding her fucking legs apart for him? Isn't this exciting?"

"Yes, Susan. It's exciting."

He said this sarcastically, but Susan knew he had a mighty erection. The way he stared at the cock plunging in and out of Tammy's pussy told all. He was turned on, very turned on. She teased, "Lick his cock like I did, John. Show Gary how much we appreciate him making us a part of this. Do it, John."

John's eyes stared hard at Susan, but those eyes betrayed a willingness to do just as she suggested. When Gary repeated the suggestion, his head dipped slowly. Tammy's head came up to watch as Susan offered Tammy head support. Under three pairs of watchful eyes, John performed the obscene act of subservience. After a few licks, he performed with a show of enthusiasm, licking all around the plunging cock and stuffed cunt. He ended with a kiss to Tammy's clit, then stood, red-faced, wet-faced, and grinning stupidly. Susan was well-pleased.

Gary stepped up his pace and triggered Tammy's orgasm. His followed close on the heels. He shoved his cock deep, held it in deep, and filled her vaginal cavity with his baby-making fluids until they squirted from the tightly-sealed pussy. When he pulled out, Susan, with John's help, pulled Tammy's legs back to bring her crotch up. She used her fingers to scoop sperm from the outside and place it back inside. Gary watched after retaking his seat. He said, "Yes, she'll make an excellent breeder, and you two are the best assistants I ever had. You keep this up and you'll win my parents of the year award. It will look good over the mantle. Let's all go into the living room and shoot the shit while I work up another load for your little girl's pussy."

Susan said, "John, get Gary a bowl of cool water to soak his balls in while you lick and suck his cock for him." John made a pained face, but when Gary seconded the idea, he dutifully went for the bowl. Susan said to Gary, "He really wants that award badly." This made Gary and Tammy laugh. John had no sense of humor.

Susan and Gary placed Tammy on the sofa with her legs up on the sofa back and her head hanging off the edge of the cushion. In this inverted position, her vagina was up, making a well for the sperm. They stood back to admire her. John entered carrying a bowl of water. Gary took a seat in John's chair, scooted forward and hung his legs over the arm rests. Susan took the bowl of water and lifted Gary's nut sack, laying it gently in the cool water. She then moved to permit John to kneel.

Tammy watched as her mother coaxed her father in the fine art of cock sucking. John took to the task with reluctant resignation, but once he got used to having a mouth full of cock, he did quite well. Susan got Gary a beer and sat on the arm of the chair with her arm around his neck, occasionally giving John advice on his technique. She removed her top because Gary complimented her tits. Gary looked to Tammy, then to John, took a suck on an offered nipple, took a big sip of beer and said, "Nope, life doesn't get better than this. Now, tell me more about Barbara and the kids."

"You know, Gary, the more I think about it, the more convinced I am that Steve will set you up with all three kids. He's the type of guy that would do something like that. Me and Steve are a perfect match in that way. We'd be terrible as partners in a marriage. Our personalities would clash, but in bed, we are right in tune with each other. It's funny, but Barbara is just like John. She's a female version of John, neat, orderly, structured, rules driven, conservative to a fault, never late, has to have everything in the house just her way. Steve drives her nuts the same way I drive John nuts, by constantly being contrary and uncontrollable. Maybe she and John would make a good couple."

Gary said, "They'd drive each other nuts."

"Probably. She lives for her kids. John might be that way if his work didn't demand so much attention. John has always fawned over Tammy. He has always tried to guide her every action. Barbara is that way as well. Those kids are her life."

"Then how come she lets you and Steve fuck in their faces."

"It sounds odd to hear how she is now, but this has evolved over years. We didn't always. It started off very clandestine."

"It started off what?"

"Clandestine--sneaky."

"Why didn't you just say sneaky?"

"Sorry. Anyway, we got caught, there was a big fight. She threatened divorce. Steve told her that if she left him, she'd get nothing and he'd get the kids. That was like an ice water douche. She calmed down real quick. She knows what a good attorney Steve is, especially in custody cases. He's killer. He knows he could never win custody of those kids, but she thinks he could win. He didn't know that. When he realized what leverage he could exert over her, he began thinking of ways to exert more.

"One way was to flaunt his relationship with me. He started bringing me by the house. When she got used to that, we'd start getting lovey-dovey in front of her and the girls. She adjusted to that as well. When she walked in on us fucking on her bed, she quietly backed out. After that, we did all our fucking in their bed. We spent most of our time at their house. Naturally, the kids began thinking of me as their dad's girlfriend. They grew to like me, and liked having me around. I was sexy, naughty, silly at times, always making them laugh with dirty talk. They knew their mother was intimidated by me. They knew she couldn't do a damn thing about the outrageous things we did, and they got a big kick out of watching me do things that humiliated their mother."

"How did you humiliate her?"

"Again, it started with small things and built to big things. At first, just loving on Steve was enough, but now, I love on his cock. I'll sit on his dick with the girls gathered at his feet. Also, I can check to see if she's wearing panties. She has to lift her skirt on demand from me or Steve. I love making her do that. I also like to scoop up a handful of fuck from my crotch, then sneak up behind her and cover her mouth with that hand. The kids love that game, Pam especially. Needless to say, Barbara hates it."

"She doesn't fight when you do that?"

"At first, we had a big fight, a brawl, but I won. I ended up sitting on her chest, pinning her arms with my knees. Since I wasn't wearing panties, it was a cinch to scoot my cunt up to her face. She tried to move her head, but I clamped her head with my thighs. The bitch could have heaved me off at that point. I was way off balance, but she had no fight in her. She let me move my sloppy cunt over her nose and mouth. She struggled for air at times, but she didn't try to get away."

Gary said, "Okay, let me tell you what happened after that. She started provoking fights with you that always ended with you sitting on her face."

"Yes, how did you know?"

"Simple, she didn't try to get away, because she didn't want to get away. She loves eating your pussy, but has to be forced if the girls are watching. It gives her an excuse."

"That's what me and Steve eventually figured out, but it took a few times before we did. Now, what we fight over is her pulling the dog off me. Getting that dog, by the way, was my idea. Barbara hates dogs. She is afraid of dogs. Steve and I spent one afternoon going from pound to pound looking for the perfect dog to force her to live with. We were looking for a big-dicked, strong, horny dog. We settled on Bruno when he tried to hump my leg through a wire fence.

"Barbara pitched a bitch about the dog when Steve brought it home. They had another fight. More threats got thrown around. Steve swore he'd take the kids and she wouldn't even get visitation rights. That cooled her off. They fought about keeping him in the house, but again she backed down. They fought when Steve made her wear short skirts without panties. I already told you who won that fight. The last time I was there, they had a fight about Steve's new rule: she can't push the dog's nose out of her crotch, and she has to present him a beaver when he shows an interest.

"She lost that fight, too. We all watched her take a good long between-the-legs tongue bath. She tried not to cum, but I know she had one. She's pretty much beat down as she is. If I want her to eat me, all I have to do is get her by the hair and push her head down. She'll drop to her knees and suck with her girls sitting at my feet and a fresh load of Steve's cum in my twat."

"Yes, but suppose you pushed one of the girls' heads in your crotch?"

"I don't know. She doesn't say anything when Steve does it. The girls will suck him off with her watching. It would probably lead to a fight if I tried it, but I'd win and then she'd accept it. I think I'll do that next time. That would be a fun addition."

"How long would it take to condition her to accept delivering her daughters to a child molester for training?"

"It will take a conditioning phase building to that, but I think she'll condition nicely. Her thinking process will be the same. She'll reason: I can fight this and lose them, in which case they'll still be subjected to the event, or I can go along and be with them to mother them through it. She'll want to mother them through this, even if it means mothering a twelve-year-old through a pregnancy, or mothering an eight-year-old through an ass fucking by a dog. She's a compulsive mother."

"Work on Steve for me, Susan. Get him to go along, and the two of you need to work on her and the kids. Get her to start fucking the dog, and get those kids in skirts without panties. The dog should be fucking them, too. There needs to be a rule in that house: when the dog takes an interest in a pussy, the owner of that pussy has to make it available for screwing."

"I do like that rule."

"And it should go for the eight-year-old, especially. An eight-year-old girl's pussy is just the right size for a big dog. After he's tried all four, he'll keep coming back to her. He'll make her his bitch, you watch."

"God, I would love to see Bruno with Cathy. Cathy is Barbara's favorite, her little darling. If Bruno made Cathy his bitch, that would be beautiful."

Gary patted John on the head and said, "You did good, big guy. I'm ready to dump another load in your little girl. Bring her over and set her on my cock."

John dutifully got up and lifted Tammy in his big arms. He positioned her over Gary's cock, held up by Susan. He lowered Tammy and the cock slid right in. He then followed Gary's orders to lift and drop her, effectively screwing her on his dick. Susan laughingly said, "John, you never looked better than you do right now--the perfect father."

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Gary left well after ten p.m. Susan was so excited, she called Steve and arranged to meet him at their favorite lounge. They sat in a quiet booth and discussed all that had transpired with Gary. Since Steve had been kept current from the beginning, she only had to go over the evening she'd just spent with Gary, Tammy, and John. When she finished, she said, "Well, what do you think about adding your girls to Gary's stable of breeders?"

"I can't say the idea doesn't turn me on, but do you really think Barbara would tolerate that?"

"I do, Steve. I really do. Have I ever steered you wrong? You didn't think she'd sit still for us screwing in front of the girls. That seems tame, now, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but pandering to the needs of a child molester that breeds babies, and allowing that dog to fuck her and the girls. I don't know, Susan. That seems way beyond her."

"I don't think so. I've seen how she looks when Bruno mounts me. She did not want to pull him off. She wanted to watch. Watching Bruno's cock enter my pussy turned her on."

"Maybe, but watching you and watching him do one or all of the girls is another matter. Besides, I can't picture Barbara allowing Bruno to mount her, even if no one was watching."

"Steve, I'd be willing to bet a thousand dollars that she screws that dog every chance she gets. Bruno sure acted experienced. Did you see how fast he was on me and in me?"

"He did seem to know right where the hole was, didn't he?"

"Yes, and when was the last time you slipped Barbara some cock?"

"Months ago."

"And don't you think a sexy woman like Barbara needs screwing more often than that? Do you honestly think she is going without?"

"Now that you mention it."

"She'd never risk cheating on you, Steve. She is deathly afraid you'll divorce her if you ever found out. The dog is the only safe cock she has. Trust me. She is fucking him already. If you ask me, she would love to have that brought out in the open and made a responsibility of hers. You saw how easily she accepted your directive that she offer him her beaver. You saw how she sat with her legs apart and let Bruno lick her twat with the girls and us looking on."

"She did, didn't she?"

"Yes. I say we go over there right now and issue new orders."

"They are all in bed."

"Get them up."

"Let's just work on Barbara alone for this. If she lets Bruno screw her in front of you and me, she'll do it in front of the girls tomorrow."

"All right. Then you'll work to bring your girls into Gary's stable?"

"If this goes down, yes. Come on. I'm in the mood for a doggie show. Barbara was awfully affectionate tonight. She was coming on pretty strong when we went to bed. She climbed in bed buck naked. She only does that when she needs a good screwing. Now would be a great time to lay this on her."

"Let's hurry. Bruno's probably humping her right now."

[Learn all about Barbara's bizarre life in "Bred to Serve". You might want to continue on and finish reading Perfect Angel. This link will be presented again at the end. Chances are, you'd get caught-up in following the link off of Bred to Serve and forget the rest of Perfect Angel. Just thought I'd mention that.]

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John Stevenson sat at his desk the following morning contemplating the approach he would take with Carol. He'd spent a long sleepless night, alone in his bed, thinking about the bizarre twist his life had taken. Never could he have imagined the evening he'd spent helping Gary impregnate his young daughter. He never imagined he'd suck another man, or lick a cock that was fucking his little angel. Now, he was faced with fulfilling his other demands. Gary wanted Carol's daughter, Brenda, to add to his stable of breeders.

Carol was not the problem. Her opportunistic, lowlife husband, Earl, extorted the ten grand from John. Carol was a true hedonist, like Susan, and was excited by the news of Gary and his ambitions to turn her boss' daughter into a baby breeder. Having experienced something like that with her own daughter, Carol could relate to Susan, and knew how a mother could get off on the event.

They always talked in stinging barbs, but there was an underlying kinship between the two women--a sort of secret mutual admiration club. They had much more in common then they even knew. Each found the other exciting, sexy, and desirable though neither was normally attracted to other women. When the two were in the same room, the sexual heat radiating from both raised room temperature to the point where clothing grew increasingly uncomfortable. So far, nothing had ever happened between them.

John recalled their last meeting. Susan's acceptance of Carol's snide invitation to watch as she and John used Tammy in a threesome was quite a shock to him. He never picked up on the undercurrent of lust between the two women, but he did recognize their similarities. The same things that initially drew John to Susan, made him hire and seduce Carol. Both women cut stunning figures in a dress. Both had large firm breasts and hourglass figures with legs being their best features. Both projected untouchable airs to the public, while juggling numerous affairs behind the scenes.

In addition, both had only child daughters of roughly the same age, and they seemed to share a common kink. Carol didn't hesitate to bring her daughter to him and didn't once bring up the subject of birth control. Susan, he discovered, loved what Gary was doing with Tammy. He was shocked by Carol's attitude, but stunned by Susan's. Between the two, he was a mass of confusion. How to deal with Carol was now his major concern. He did not relish the idea of buying the rights to impregnate her daughter with Gary's semen, but knew he would if it came to that. After long deliberation, he decided the best course with Carol was to lay it all out for her and try to enlist her support. It was a long shot; but without it, he knew he'd pay retail.

Carol pulled up a chair beside John's desk and sat to display her legs. Normally, this would bring the expected hand up her leg and sex would follow. John didn't take the bait this time. Instead, he told her about his bizarre evening, leaving nothing out. Carol listened attentively for several minutes, then suddenly stood, shucked off her panties, then sat and masturbated openly, pressing for details. John's story made her cum three times before he finished. He saved the big news for last.

When Carol calmed from her third orgasm, John waited a few minutes, then said, "Carol, Gary wants Brenda. Susan told him about her. He wants to breed her like he's doing with Tammy."

Carol sat up. Interest showed in her eyes as she said, "Oh, he does, does he?"

"He does. He expects me to produce her for him."

"I see. I guess that places you in a bind, huh?"

"It does. I was hoping we could work something out."

"Earl has his eye on a bass boat. I'm sure he'd be open to a cash offer."

"I am not paying ten grand for some jerk to knock up your daughter. Come on, Carol. Help me out here, will you?"

"I'm not the problem, John. You know that. It's Earl. We both have to satisfy Earl, or there will be hell to pay."

"Well, how can we get him on board without involving cash?"

"You can't. Maybe not ten grand, but there will be cash involved; at least enough for a down payment. Three grand at least, but that's just for starters. He'll want pussy. He'll want Tammy and Susan. Together, separately, often, and without restrictions. Can you handle that?"

"Three grand is as far as I'll go."

"Can you come across with Susan and Tammy?"

"I think so. If I tell Gary that's what he wants, Gary will see to it, I'm sure."

"I think I can sell that package, now fuck me!"

John fucked her, and all through the fuck, she talked about her little breeder, Brenda, and the fun she would have with Susan and Tammy. She wanted to get started right away. After the fuck, she got Earl on the phone and sealed the deal. John got Gary on the phone for her. He agreed to supply Susan and Tammy on demand, but wanted Brenda delivered to his home that evening to remain over night. Carol demanded that Susan and Tammy spend the night with she and Earl. At noon, she took Brenda out of school, brought her back to the office, and masturbated while John screwed her. After work, she delivered Brenda to Gary.

Carol stayed to watch Gary screw Brenda and got to see two cocker spaniels screw her afterward. Ann and Sara took turns eating Carol's pussy while the dogs had their way with her daughter. She left an hour later, still eager to start on Susan and Tammy. She, in fact, stopped by the Stevenson house to pick them up. Gary had placed the call informing them to be ready with over night bags packed.

Susan wasn't pleased with the call, because she never considered herself Gary's property. She had no qualms about sending Tammy, and she could see possibilities for an interesting evening. She was just upset that her own plans with Steve, Tammy, and Barbara had to be canceled. She didn't tell Gary that the girls were ready for him. She didn't know why she held that back. The news might have altered his plans. In the back of her mind she knew why. A burning curiosity about Carol intrigued her. She'd never met Earl, but figured a sexy number like Carol wouldn't marry a sexual nobody. Except for rare ones like Steve, a dick was a dick. Carol, on the other hand, was one hot chick and she wanted her. She couldn't help but wonder if the feeling was mutual. She found herself watching the clock as the appointed time drew near.

Tammy had no qualms about going. To her, it was a new cock for her pussy. Having her mother present was a plus. Having her parents watching her fuck was a huge turnon for her. She envisioned at least a threesome with her mother and Earl. She'd met Carol one time and thought she was sexy. Knowing she was her father's mistress made her even sexier--perhaps a foursome was in the offing. Tammy's pussy drooled at the prospect, and she was also watching the clock.

Both Stevenson women were at the window when Carol's Buick pulled into the driveway and honked long and loud. Susan said, "Come on before she makes a bigger scene. Don't say anything to her. You let me do all the talking, and don't look so eager. We're being forced to prostitute ourselves and we're getting nothing for it. We should be pissed. I am; you could, at least, try to look pissed."

"I'll try, but my pussy is pretty excited."

"Clamp your legs together. Let's go." Tammy got in the back seat; Susan sat up front. Carol looked flushed as she put the car in reverse and quickly pulled out. Carol said, "If you two are wearing panties, take them off."

Tammy was quick to say she wasn't wearing any. Susan gave Carol a stern look, then raised her ass and reached under her skirt, saying, "Don't push us too hard, Carol. I don't like this, not one bit."

Carol watched Susan's panties roll down sleek legs. She stopped longer at a stop sign than was necessary to watch the entire operation. When Susan resumed her demure posture and smoothed her skirt, Carol smiled and said, "Now, pull your skirt up to your waist. Expose your cunts, both of you. Let's give the truckers a cheap thrill."

Tammy immediately followed the order, but Susan scowled before doing so. When she resumed her seat, bare from the waist down, Carol eyed her pussy, then reached over and insinuated a searching finger into Susan's hole. Susan made no effort to hinder or help. Carol said, "Just as I thought. You are as slick as a glass bowl full of slugs. How's your twat, kid? You juicy?"

"Yeah, wanna feel?"

"I'll feel in good time. Just enjoy the ride. Play with yourself while Mommy and I get better acquainted. Scoot closer, Susan." Susan, with a show of reluctance, scooted close. "Reach under my skirt and make me feel good."

Susan's impulse was to resist. Instead, she tugged Carol's skirt above her waist before insinuating a finger in the woman's sopping beaver. She said, "Talk about slick. What the hell have you been up to?"

"I just watched my daughter getting screwed by two dogs. I've never seen that, not even in pictures. I loved it. Have you ever tried dogs?"

"Once, sort of. Tammy's the expert, ask her."

"How about it, Tammy? Do you like fucking dogs?"

"Yeah, it's neat. They fuck fast and swell up inside you. I've done it with four dogs lots of times. I suck them and take them in my ass, too."

"Is that a fact? Did they cum in your mouth?"

"Yes, and I swallowed."

"How's it taste?"

"It's okay, but man cum is better."

"I guess we'll have to get a dog. Well, Susan, I expected you to be bitchy about this. Be honest. Weren't you pissed when Gary told you the deal."

"Yes, but being pissed won't change anything. He still has us over a barrel. At least we had to be blackmailed. We could not have been bought."

"If that makes you feel better, I'm happy for you. I'm proud that we couldn't be blackmailed. At least we'll be making money from the deal, and we get two whores in exchange for one. Not a bad deal if you ask me."

Susan had no response. She focused on the feel of Carol's soft, wet, and hairless pussy. Her sensuous fondling explorations sent a message that her words and actions contradicted. Carol returned the same message, melting Susan's stiff composure. Their widening thighs pressed hard against each other. Soon, their flesh rubbed together.

Carol took her right hand from Susan's pussy and used it to fondle Susan's tits through her top. Susan settled back and endured the groping of her chest. Tammy leaned over the seat between the two, then used her hand to unbutton the top three buttons of her mother's blouse. Carol's hand slipped in and under the right cup to squeeze bare tit flesh and roll the nipple. Tammy said, "Mom has nice tits, doesn't she?"

"Very nice. They are fuckable titties. Earl likes tit-fucking. You'll like watching him tit-fuck your mother. You can hold her head up so she can lick his dick while he's doing it. The cum shots are the best. Keep her head up, and she'll take the full load in her face. Won't that be fun?"

"I'll keep her head up for sure. You'll try to catch his cum in your mouth, won't you, Mom?"

"If that's what they want. We're just whores for their amusement. What we want is irrelevant."

"That's the proper attitude, Susan. Remember that. Now, what would amuse me is for you to lay your head in my lap and lick my cunt for the rest of the way to my house."

Susan shot Carol a dirty look and said, "Can't you wait till we get there?"

"No, I can't. Amuse me, whore."

Susan looked to Tammy's smiling face, then settled low, resting on her right side with her cheek on Carol's right thigh. Her tongue licked out and tasted the woman's aroused musky flesh. Carol widened her thighs and tilted up her pelvis. Susan took advantage of the easier offering and licked up through the slit, pausing to tease the clit with her tongue tip. Tammy watched by hanging over the back of the seat. Her mother improved steadily and focused more effort on tonguing the woman's hole. The idea that her mother was tonguing the hole that her father regularly fucked excited the young girl. She said, "Can you taste Daddy's sperm in there, Mom?"

Carol laughed and said, "I'm sure she can. He put plenty in there today. As you can see, she knows right where to find it. That's it, sweetie. Lick my fuck hole. Lap up the mess your husband made in my pussy. Do a good job, and I'll let you lap up the mess Earl makes in Tammy's pussy. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Tammy?"

"Oh, yes. Does Earl have a big cock?"

"Big enough for you. Can you take ten inches as thick as your wrist?"

"I think so. Wow, that is big. Does he cum a lot?"

"He has balls the size of plums. Yes, he cums a lot. The problem is, he cums too fast. I still haven't found the perfect cock, but I'm still looking. How about you, Susan? I know you're still looking, but have you found the perfect cock yet?"

"One. Steve is close--nine inches with a head like a baby's fist and he can fuck for hours. I'll set you up with him if you'd like."

"Yes, do that. Set him up with Tammy. She should experience something like that."

"It was set up for tonight, but then this came up."

"Too bad, but you can always reschedule. Okay, get up. We're here. Tammy, get naked and go on in. Earl is waiting. Your mom and I need to talk. We'll be in shortly."

Tammy looked apprehensive but she stripped off her dress and left the car. The women watched her cute buns undulate down the walk to the front door. A tall hedge offered some seclusion. She rang the bell and waited ten seconds before the door opened. A burly male hand reached out and drew her in. Carol and Susan turned to face each other. Carol said, "I just wanted to tell you that I have wanted you for many months. I think you a very sexy, Susan."

Susan blushed, smiled, then said, "Well, the feeling is mutual."

"You're not really disappointed, are you?"

"Couldn't you tell? Let's go inside. I don't want to miss too much of this. A ten-inch cock as thick as a wrist going into my little girl sounds too good to miss."

"We think alike. He's been fucking Brenda ever since John knocked her up. I guess I'm growing blase about it; but you're right, it is a sight. There's something I wanted to tell you, though. Brenda didn't get the abortion. She's beginning to show."

"I'm not surprised. I'll bet Gary was thrilled. What is she, five months now?"

"Almost. You're not pissed."

"I don't remember the ten grand being for an abortion. She's your kid; do what turns you on."

"Come on. Let's go check it out. Earl likes an audience anyway."

The two women entered the house and found Earl mounted on Tammy just inside the front door. He had her on her back, on the carpet, with her heels hooked on his shoulders. He had all but three inches in her cunt and was causing her great discomfort as he attempted to get the rest inside. Tammy stoically took the pain and offered no resistance. Having her mother sitting beside her, watching the point of entry helped drive her on. Having the child's mother beside him drove Earl on. After a few more minutes, he was in the girl to his balls and set up a steady fuck rhythm that slapped his heavy nut sack against her small ass.

Carol stripped and began divesting Susan of her clothes, trying not to disturb her viewing in the process. After she had Susan naked, she began sucking and licking available body parts. Susan assumed poses to make her most intimate parts accessible, never taking her eyes off the exciting coupling. Her fingers curled around the shaft of Earl's cock as it fucked in and out of her daughter's tight pussy. In a voice filled with aroused passion, she said, "Fuck my baby, Earl. Fuck a baby into her little womb. Make her pregnant with your child, Earl. Pump her full of sperm. Flood her womb."

This was all Earl needed to hear to drive him over the top. He tensed and flooded the child's womb. He poured so much in the cramped space that sperm squeezed out and soaked Susan's fingers. As he slowly drew out, Susan milked his dick of every last drop, then held him with only the head buried. She pumped his cock, saying, "I love how you fuck my daughter. Your big cock is perfect for her." He pulled out with a big smile. Susan scooped the excess that had squeezed out and stuffed it inside, saying, "Let's not waste any. This belongs in her pussy where it can do some good."

Earl stood, looking down on the bizarre sight, still unable to believe his great fortune. It was then that he took stock of Susan and her more mature offering. When he got a good look at her large hanging tits, his dick began to swell. Susan noticed, and noticed where he was looking. She got up on her knees and held her tits up in offering, folding them against his hardening cock, saying, "Do you want to fuck my tits, Earl?"

She reclined on her back beside Tammy and Earl followed her down. He straddled her middle and soon had his erection sawing through her tits which she pressed together for him. Tammy got up on her side and supported her mother's head. Susan licked at the head of his dick each time it poked through. Carol had her face in Susan's beaver and was driving her to distraction with an energetic cunt sucking. The tit-fuck lasted for fifteen minutes and ended with a cock spewing rich sperm into her open mouth. A great deal missed the mark and peppered her face. Tammy licked that off before squatting over her mother's face, turned to face Carol.

Earl stood back to take in all three females and just shook his head in disbelief. He absorbed the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. The mother sucked ravenously on her daughter's freshly-fucked snatch, while his wife devoured the woman's cunt. He'd never seen Carol with another woman, though he repeatedly tried to get her and Brenda together. Watching two beautiful women in hot lesbian action was his life-long dream. Watching three was too unrealistic to contemplate. He couldn't get enough, and his dick began growing once again.

As if Carol could read his mind, she spun around and raised her ass on straight legs slid out wide to the sides to place her ass in the young girl's face. Resting on her elbows, she returned to sucking Susan's cunt. Tammy needed no encouragement. As soon as she saw the inverted spread before her, she had her face in it. Earl sank to his knees before his legs gave way. His eyes roamed the smorgasbord of visual treats while his hand pumped blood into his weary member. The women came in a chain reaction started by Susan and ending with Carol.

When they fell apart, Earl was ready. He pulled Tammy's head close to her mother's and aimed for both mouths. The two put their heads together so the corners of their lips touched just in time to receive Earl's milky offering. Lips and tongues gobbled at the drippy drool, then took turns sucking the head of his now totally drained member. Earl took this for a few minutes before falling over backward, sprawling on his back. Carol, watching from a sitting position nearby and said, "I think you sluts killed my husband."

Susan said, "Tough, get us more cock."

Carol laughed and said, "Not until you revive mine. He helps pay the bills around here. Hey, cowboy! You okay?" Earl's head lolled then lifted, "Pussy, more pussy."

Carol crawled over, saying, "You've had enough pussy for a while. Take a break. I'll mix a batch of Mai Tais. Let's move this party to the pool. We could all use a dip."

The party lasted long into the night. Earl, however, petered out early in the night. Thanks to Carol's strap-on dildo, he wasn't missed too much.

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Barbara would have liked to stay out longer, but she had a meeting to attend, one that Steve set up but told her nothing about other than to be there. When she arrived home, Susan, John, Steve, Gary, Ann, Carol, Earl, Sara, Tammy, and Brenda were gathered in her living room. All were strangers to her except Susan and Steve. Her husband's first words to her were, "Strip, Bitch!"

Barbara's fingers trembled as she moved to comply. Her nervousness was compounded by the knowledge that Bruno was ready again. She'd barely made it inside, and he was nosing her crotch as she stripped. The people were obviously gathered to watch her perform her dog act, though she never thought Steve would be putting her vice on display before strangers. As soon as she was nude, Bruno stepped up his assault. Steve kicked the ottoman to the center of the room. Barbara looked at the ominous piece of furniture, then reclined on it. Bruno did the rest. In just seconds, she put everyone out of her mind.

Everyone enjoyed her act and applauded her afterward. Bruno left her to bask in the attention. She sat up. Steve said, "Barbara, this is Gary. He breeds young girls and sells their babies. I just concluded a deal with him. He's going to breed Pam and put Rachel and Cathy in training to become breeders. These girls are breeders as well. Brenda is five months along. Tammy just started, and Sara, his daughter, is two months along with her second kid. Pam will be next."

Steve's matter-of-fact signed-sealed-and-delivered statement left Barbara little to respond to. Begging and pleading would do nothing, and protesting was like spitting in the wind. She couldn't understand why he would do such a thing, other than to earn additional money, probably to help defray the cost of remaining married to her. She said, "Steve, I will give you an uncontested divorce if you'll let me leave with my girls."

"No dice. You're a good wife. No, we'll do this my way. You will be dealing directly with Gary. What he says goes. He wants to start with Pam, so take her to his house after you pick her up tomorrow. Stay with her and watch a master child molester at work. Bruno, of course, will be welcome. Do you have any questions?"

"No. I'll do as you say. I always do."

Susan got up, crossed to Barbara, lifted her chin, and said, "I do believe this turns you on. It does, doesn't it? Oh, you are a sick, sick bitch, Barbara. Welcome to the club." A smile slowly formed on Barbara's face and became contagious, spreading around the room. Tammy sucked Bruno's cock and put a smile on his muzzle. They all lived erotically ever after.

Thanks to Gary's one-man mission in life, eighty-seven infertile couples received a little bundle of joy to make their lives and families complete. It's a nasty business but someone has to do it.



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Bred to Serve


Barbara Henderson, formerly Barbara Greenwich, went through many traumatic adjustments after marrying Steve Henderson. Though he was ten years her senior, and she was still in school--sixteen in her junior year--her parents went along with the proposal. Steve was a promising young attorney, even at twenty-six.

Barbara didn't love Steve; she hardly knew him. She was, in fact, a virgin. Her wedding was an arranged one. Steve arrived on the scene right after she won the local Miss Sweet Sixteen pageant. She knew money changed hands, lots of money, with promises of a monthly stipend to her parents. She came from a large family that struggled to make ends meet. She did not fault her parents, and knew it pained them to consider, then accept, the man's offer. Selfless sacrifice was a big virtue in her family. Everyone made sacrifices for the good of the family.

The wedding was a quiet affair before a Justice of the Peace who made house calls. She did not wear a ring until she was eighteen and out of school. In fact, she remained in her parents' home until she graduated. After the deal was made official and the marriage recorded, Steve took his marital rights in her bedroom whenever the mood struck him. He took those rights immediately after the deal was made and offered the JP sloppy seconds. Barbara suffered deep shame and humiliation as a result. The walls were as thin as her hymen.

Steve was loud when he took her, and made her say the most disgusting words. After sex, he made her fetch things for him--a beer, a smoke, a wash cloth. He took great delight in sending her out among her family as she was--naked, soiled with sperm, and he expected her to return the same way. Her parents were horrified by this, but Steve's rights were spelled out. Her brothers and sisters were both horrified and amused, though they tried not to show their amusement.

Her father regarded her strangely after her first naked walk through the house with sperm from two men covering both legs. He never looked at her the same way again. He raped her three months after the so-called wedding, which was more a binding of a sex slave. The rape wasn't a violent affair, but he would not take no for an answer. He continued taking her whenever he thought he could get away with it, but got caught by her mother six months after the wedding. Her mother blamed Barbara, calling her an insatiable slut.

Her older brothers followed their father's example. By her seventeenth birthday, she'd been screwed by three of her four brothers, only one being older. The youngest was thirteen. Her sisters agreed with her mother--Barbara was a slut. Before long, the whole family treated her like a slut. Before long, Barbara felt like one, looked like one, and acted like one.

Steve got worse as time went on. No longer content with sending her on nude errands, he marched her, paraded her before her family. He liked having her wear his semen and kept her naked during his lengthy visits. He liked watching her masturbate in front of her family because that devastated her and thrilled them. He brought his friends over and openly shared her with them. Barbara was soon looked upon as something to fuck, a sperm dump. Her brothers took her when the mood struck them, and her mother gave her father those same rights with Steve's blessing. When she left home, she lost her home and abandoned her family. Steve was all she had besides one baby and another on the way.

To Steve, she was a prize to parade like his Bentley. She learned to be a gracious hostess, and she cut a stunning figure in an evening gown. She knew he was unfaithful, but Barbara never felt married to him. He owned her; she didn't own him.

As she matured, into her mid twenties, Barbara took less and less from Steve. She threw herself into raising her three girls. He could do as he pleased outside the home, but if he ever stepped out of line where the girls might see, she pitched a bitch. All that changed when Susan arrived on the scene.

Susan intimidated Barbara. Susan was a classy lady who carried her stunning beauty well, not like the bimbos Steve normally found in bars. Barbara found herself trying to make a good impression on Susan. She didn't want Susan to find any fault with her mothering or housekeeping, though she knew Susan was married and knew she was Steve's mistress.

Susan was Steve's age and they made a perfect couple. Susan began taking Barbara's place at society functions, which was fine with Barbara. Showing up with a beautiful mistress was a major plus to a divorce attorney. They also stopped entertaining when Steve met Susan, another reason to tolerate the affair, encourage it, in fact. Barbara was always nice and polite to Susan, at first, anyway.

A year into the affair, that changed. Susan showed her true character, and would often make a scene in front of the girls that Barbara found galling. Kissing her husband passionately was the first offense, and that ended her adoration of Susan. From there, things went rapidly down hill. Each time Susan stopped by, she added some new and disgusting feature to the illicit relationship, pushing Barbara to her limit each time. Fights began between Barbara and Steve, real fights with threats of divorce action.

By this time, Steve was unbeatable in court. Though most of her information came from Steve, Barbara grew to believe his threats to leave her with nothing. She always assumed she'd leave with nothing but her kids. When he told her he'd take them as well, Barbara went into a panic. The abuse escalated dramatically. The next day, she walked into her bedroom and found them fucking. Barbara eased out quietly. The girls knew they were in there and hadn't said a word. When Barbara returned to the living room, they were stifling giggles.

Barbara stormed from the house and drove aimlessly for an hour. When she returned, she entered to find Susan walking naked from the kitchen, sperm drooling down her legs, carrying two drinks, just as she had done years earlier in her own home while playing step and fetch it. Her girls watched Susan just as Barbara's younger brothers and sisters had watched her--with eyes wide and mouths open, following every step with eyes centered at crotch level or below. A wicked thrill ran up Barbara's spine as Susan stopped to face Barbara with her feet widely planted, smiling.

Barbara tried her hardest not to let her eyes drift down, but they darted down several times. Susan said, "Don't you have Margarita salt? I had to use table salt."

Barbara stormed into the bedroom and began shouting at Steve. He tossed her out. Barbara fell sprawled at Susan's feet. She looked up Susan's legs to her pussy, then up to her grinning face. Susan said, "Well, do you or don't you?"

Barbara heard the giggling behind her and her face went red. She got to her feet, humiliated and defeated. She walked past Susan to the kitchen. She returned moments later and firmly set a tub of salt on the counter top, saying, "Yes, we have Margarita salt."

Susan stared her down, then upended her two glasses on the hardwood floor, saying, "Good, make us two more and bring them to us. Better yet, have Cathy bring them." With that, she turned and walked back to the bedroom. Barbara was furious.

She made two more drinks, but delivered them herself. She knocked, waited ten seconds, then entered. The sight that greeted her eyes stole her breath away, especially when she realized it was intended for her youngest daughter's eyes. Susan was sucking on Steve's cock while finger-fucking his asshole. She was on her side with one leg cocked up, showing her beaver to the doorway. Barbara threw the drinks against the wall above the headboard, splattering both with icy wetness.

Susan took off after Barbara. She chased her through the house while the girls watched in awe. The two ran through several times before Susan caught Barbara in the living room, wrestling her to the floor. Naked and dripping, Susan sat astride Barbara's chest. She pinned Barbara's arms to her sides and slapped her repeatedly in the face. The girls stood against the wall, stunned. Barbara cried and begged Susan to stop. Steve watched naked from the bedroom doorway. Barbara was in tears, whipped, defeated. When Susan stood up, Barbara didn't try to move.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and sent pleading messages up to Susan who stood triumphantly over her. Susan smiled, then let loose her bladder, sending a hot torrent of amber piss into Barbara's astonished face. Barbara quickly covered her face with both hands, but not before taking a long stream full in the face.

The girls stopped crying and moved forward. Susan saw this and stopped the flow. She looked to Steve, got his nod, then squatted, taking Barbara's hands by the wrists.

The girls had gathered quite close by this time. When Susan pried the hands away, revealing their mother's wet, red face, Barbara also saw their faces and moaned. Susan let a squirt go which hit Barbara in the chin and traveled to her forehead. Barbara groaned in despair and turned her head.

Susan applied pressure with her hands to bring Barbara's head back, surprised at the ease with which she managed this. She adjusted her squat, settling lower and moving closer, then let another squirt go on Barbara's nose and mouth.

The squirts followed one after the other, timed to coincide with the intake of breath. Barbara began coughing and sputtering and wound up with piss being shot directly in her mouth. Swallowing became a necessity in order to breathe. By timing her breaths and swallowing in coordinated movements, Barbara was able to breathe normally though complete surrender was necessary.

For the final squirts, Barbara drank Susan's piss without the slightest show of resistance or struggle. Her daughters watched her mouth open to receive the vile offering. Piss filled her open mouth. She'd swallow, then breathe. They were all smiling by the time Susan got off, and she got off by ordering Barbara to lick her pissy pussy.

Barbara wasn't smiling, but she wasn't crying or trying to hide her face, either. Her humiliation was complete, and after getting Susan off, she asked permission to get up. After moving to stand beside Steve, Susan granted permission, but only after Barbara thanked her for the piss.

More outrages followed after that. Days later, after another chase, Susan sat on Barbara's face and filled her with piss. The next day, Barbara ate Susan after she'd been screwed on the sofa in front of everyone. She had to be forced, but there was little struggle. One day, Susan and Steve entered the house with a large bulldog on a leash. Barbara's nightmare was just beginning.

The girls adored the big dog, though he did more than just adore the girls. Barbara had to pull him off of Pam. She threatened to call the police, threatened divorce, threatened to run away, but Steve called her bluff. He dialed the police and handed her the phone. She hung up. Steve told her the dog would remain indoors. Those first few days were pure hell for Barbara. Besides not being house-trained, he was the horniest animal she ever knew. His long reddish pink cock was rarely in its sheath, much to the amusement of the girls, who were fascinated with it.

Barbara had the girls wear jeans after Bruno arrived. She, too, wore jeans. Bruno was a crotch sniffer and leg humper that was impossible to push away if his victim was cornered. If he got his front paws wrapped around a leg or torso, he'd hump till he shot his load. The girls placed themselves in positions where they were easily cornered, and got a big kick out of watching their mother frantically trying to control the animal. Their jeans received numerous wet and sticky stains.

Barbara had to spend time alone with Bruno when the girls were away at school. He stalked her when he had need and frequently caught her in a position she could not escape from. She grew accustomed to riding out his assault, thankful that no one was there to see. She'd go through three pairs of jeans a day until Steve put an end to jeans for her--panties as well.

Barbara went pale at this directive. She knew what it meant. With no barrier between Bruno's cock and her pussy, the inevitable was sure to happen. Sooner or later, it would happen before an audience, and she dreaded the very thought. Still, she fought the new rule. She lost the fight and packed away all of her jeans and panties. Steve took them away.

Steve figured Barbara would hide behind closed doors or secure Bruno in a room, so he removed every interior door from the house and stored them in the garage. He even removed the door to the shower stall. When everyone left the house the following morning, Barbara was in a short dress without panties. Bruno was behind her when she turned from the front door after seeing the girls off to school, amazed that she'd managed to get them out before being mounted. Their eyes met. His solid brown eyes were never more expressive. They seemed to say, "You're mine now, bitch!"

Barbara said, "You look pleased by this development. Well, what are you waiting for? There's nothing in your way. I'm not going to fight you. What, you don't believe me? See for yourself."

Barbara lifted the front of her skirt, exposing her naked loins. Bruno's interest picked up and he advanced on her. Barbara, in a panic, quickly dropped the skirt, backing to the door. She tried to block his flat muzzle as it nosed under her skirt. She pressed her knees together, but that did little to hinder him, and nothing to stop his tongue from slithering through her crack.

That first electric contact of warm tongue on her excited cunt flesh sent waves of delicious shivers through her, relaxing her knees against her will. Soon, his tongue lapped repeatedly through her wet slit as her knees weakened and she slid down against the door, her feet sliding out as though they had a will of their own. In a matter of minutes, Barbara found herself in a most compromising and vulnerable position: legs out wide, knees wide, pelvis jutted out with only her head and shoulders in contact with the door. She was offering the animal her pussy as brazenly as a human female could.

Barbara lifted her skirt high to see his muzzle in her crotch. She said, "I know you want to fuck my pussy. You want your doggie cock in my cunt. I can't do a thing to stop you from having your way with me. Do it and get it over with. I'm tired of fighting you, Steve, and Susan. It's what you all want, isn't it? To make me a bitch, a real bitch. I know you can reach it from there. You did when I wore jeans. Do you want my legs wider? Do you want my cunt lower? Is that it? Here, how's this? Is this more to your li... ughh!"

Bruno startled her when he suddenly jumped up and grabbed her around the waist. He humped furiously, and she felt his hard, pointed prick poking everywhere but at her hole. Barbara had to bear his weight and hers while she waited for the fateful strike, but Bruno was content to rub himself on the inside of her right inner thigh with his prick nosing her fleshly cunt lips, sending delicious sensations coursing through her, but they grew increasingly frustrating until she cried out, "No, you stupid dog! If you're going to rape me, at least do it right."

Her cunt seemed to chase after the tip. She gyrated hard trying to break his hold, forcing him to reposition. Finally, in desperation, she reached down and guided the tip to her hole. Once there, Bruno caught on and drove steadily in, taking her breath away as he impaled her on his thick cock. He fucked her hard and fast, just the way she liked her screwing. When he swelled inside, he was much bigger than Steve, reminding her of the huge cocks she was forced to take when her pussy was young. His furry sheath tickled her clit, adding to the sensations that brought her rapidly to the verge of climax.

Barbara slid to the floor under his frenzied assault, but she kept her cunt up, legs wide, writhing into the bestial thrusts, crying, "Yes, fuck my cunt, Bruno! Make me your bitch! Fill my womb with dog cum! Oh yes! Fuck me hard, lover."

When Bruno poured his hot seed in Barbara's overheated pussy, she exploded in climax, then slowly sank to the floor. As she sank, the cock was pulled free, bobbing fully erect and dripping in her face before he walked off to lie in a corner and lick his dick. Barbara watched him with satisfied eyes, amazed at her canine lover, more amazed at her own response to a canine lover. He screwed her twice more before the girls arrived home. Nothing happened that first night, but two nights later, they saw her get screwed.

To them it looked like a rape, but that was due to Barbara putting up a fierce struggle that confused Bruno. The coupling was very awkward, done on the kitchen floor, on her side. Still, her girls enjoyed the show, and Barbara was deeply shamed by it--not during, but afterward.

Barbara was thankful that Bruno hadn't attacked her when Susan or Steve was around. She kept him thoroughly drained during the day so that he wouldn't. When she got the order to present her beaver to him whenever he nosed her crotch, she knew that wouldn't last long.

Because of the outrageous new rule, her girls witnessed five incidents that resulted in complete intercourse, though they couldn't see much as Barbara shielded her crotch and made them stand away. Still, it was exciting for all, even Barbara. Just having to present the animal with a spread beaver was enough to thrill Barbara, but when sniffing led to licking and licking led to a mounting, the thrill was ecstasy and acting raped became a challenge and a chore.

Days later, Steve and Susan put it to her that she was to screw Bruno on demand, Bruno's demand. By this time, she was ready to totally surrender. She was--in body, mind, and spirit--a bitch, Bruno's bitch. Hiding that fact was her biggest problem. She wanted it brought out in the open. All she needed was the collar as a constant reminder. Since the screwing at the door, she often fantasized having to wear a dog collar, always, even in public.

The momentous event, her turning point, the night she surrendered in body, mind and spirit, began when Susan flipped on the light as Steve yanked the covers off. Barbara had fallen asleep with her right hand wedged in her crotch. She rolled to her back and tried to cover her nudity on seeing Susan. Steve said, "Get up, bitch."

Barbara assumed they wanted the bed and rolled off. She made for the door, surprised to find them following. They followed her into the living room and Barbara turned with questioning eyes. When Bruno saw Barbara's naked body, he padded over and nosed her crotch. Barbara cringed from embarrassment, but didn't try to stop him. As was her duty, she made a beaver and let him lick.

Steve said, "Here's a new rule for you, Barbara. From now on, you fuck Bruno when he wants some pussy. It looks to me like he wants some right now."

Barbara reacted with feigned shock as Bruno licked her between the legs. She said, "Steve, no. You can't be serious."

Susan sat on the sofa with an amused grin, waiting for the show to begin. Bruno kept up his tongue assault. Barbara offered no outward resistance other than to try shielding her nudity. Steve sat beside Susan and said, "It's a rule, Barbara. Don't fight me. You know the consequences."

"Steve, please don't do this to me. I've suffered enough. Have your fun, but please don't involve me or the girls. I'm begging you."

Susan said, "Fuck the dog, Barbara. He's horny for you. Can't you see that? He needs you, Barbara. He wants some of that fine pussy you've been teasing him with. Give it to him like a good bitch."

Bruno was licking her cunt very effectively, bringing a rosy full body blush to her features. Gradually, her tense, defensive posture relaxed. She stood erect with her feet planted shoulder width apart, responding to the tongue action. Her next protest caught in her throat as Bruno's tongue lapped her standing clit. Her eyes glazed over as Steve added, "Do it missionary style so we can see the penetration. Lie over the ottoman on your back with your legs wide. Pull it up close to us so that your cunt will be in front of Susan."

Like a robot, Barbara moved the ottoman before Susan and Steve, then reclined on it so that her body was perpendicular to their knees. Bruno mounted her at once, placing his front paws on the ottoman at her narrow waist. His eight inches of exposed cock bobbed above Barbara's mound for several humps before finding the hole, then easily went in and folded back the sheath to add three more inches, bringing forth a reserved moan from the aroused woman. Steve could see that this was not Barbara and Bruno's first coupling on the ottoman. He and Susan exchanged knowing smiles.

As Barbara got into the act, she lowered her left knee to afford the couple a better view of the cock to cunt connection. She turned her head away so they would not see the passion in her expression. Susan used her foot to push down further on Barbara's left knee, then slid the pointed heel of her high heeled shoe along the inside of Barbara's inner thigh until it teased at the woman's cunt lip and clit, saying, "She makes a good bitch for Bruno, don't you think, Steve?"

"Yes, and I'm sure the girls will agree." This statement brought an immediate reaction from Barbara. It wasn't the anguish he expected, but a visible sign of arousal as she met the thrusting cock and brought her head up to look at her stuffed beaver, still being teased by Susan's heel.

The heel could not have felt good the way it was grinding on her clit, but Barbara made no outcry or pained expression. The cock hammering away at her bitch pussy made up for any discomfort. She wallowed in the degradation of the act and came when Susan suggested waking the girls so they could watch their mommy fucking the dog. Barbara came a second time when Bruno stepped up his fucking and poured his doggie spend into her receptive vagina, what she now thought of as her bitch cunt.

Bruno remained lodged inside for several minutes while Barbara's mind returned to near normal and absorbed what had transpired. Her face was a deep blush when he pulled out, exposing her well-fucked beaver to the couple. She kept her legs wide open for Susan to explore with her heel. Steve pushed one corner of the ottoman with his foot to move Barbara so that her beaver was head on to Susan. The heel went inside the gaping hole with the instep mashing Barbara's clit, bringing a pained look to Barbara's humiliation. Susan said, "You're a good bitch, Barbara. See that you remain one."

Steve added, "Yes, from now on, regardless of who is watching, you spread those sexy legs for Bruno. When you service him, I want you naked on the ottoman, just like you were. Keep those knees flat out to each side so you offer a good view from any angle. Understand, bitch?" Barbara nodded, then answered aloud when prompted. Encouraged, Steve said, "Furthermore, the girls are to wear only dresses without panties from now on. If Bruno wants them, you will not interfere."

This raised Barbara's head and revealed her pained, astonished expression. She said, "Please, no, Steve! How could you? They're just kids. I'll take care of Bruno. I swear, any time, anywhere. They can watch if that pleases you, but for god's sake, don't involve them."

"You'll do exactly as I say, Barbara. I will tolerate no hedging. One slip, and your ass will be on the street. Don't even try to talk me out of this. Susan finds this amusing. As you well know, what amuses Susan, amuses me."

Susan gave Barbara's cunt a shove, adding, "That's right, bitch. And see that Cathy wears the shortest skirt."

"Please, I'm begging you. I'll give you all the amusement you'll ever need. I won't act forced. I'll wear a dog collar if that amuses you. I'll use my mouth on him, in front of anyone. I'll act like his willing, horny bitch. I'll be a bitch in heat, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, in the home, out of the home, in public or in private. I will suffer any humiliation you find amusing, but please don't mess with my girls."

Steve said, "You remain where you are. Susan and I need to talk. Play with yourself while we're gone. Come Susan."

Susan extracted her heel from Barbara's cunt, then followed Steve to the master bedroom. Once inside, Steve said, "That sure sounded like hints to me. You were right, she wants her affair with the mutt brought out in the open."

"Yes, and she just told us what turns her on. She wants to wear a dog collar, and she wants to act like his horny bitch in heat, even in public."

"I say we give her exactly what she wants. That woman has turned bitch. She wants Bruno all to herself. If exposing him to the girls might make him abandon Barbara, she may be difficult to work with."

"I agree. The deeper she sinks with her doggie lover, the more control we'll have over her. I say we get her a nice dog collar and make her stay naked. There is one other thing I want, and I don't think she'll balk at it. I want her to teach those girls how to properly eat a pussy--my pussy."

"I think she'll balk, but what the hell--let her balk."

Susan and Steve returned. Barbara was playing with her messy pussy, but stopped so that Susan could reinsert her heel. Steve said, "All right, Barbara. We'll try this your way. We'll leave the girls alone, but you'd better amuse us. You will wear a dog collar, but that is all you'll wear except when you go out. I expect to see a bitch in heat. You'd better be convincing even when we're not around. If the girls tell me you act differently when I'm away, the deal is off."

Susan added, "One other thing, bitch. Teach those girls how to eat a pussy. You know how I like it done. See that they know. Practice on each other. If I am disappointed in any of them, the deal is off. You'll lose your canine lover to a tighter pussy, and I know you don't want that to happen."

Barbara's expression turned cold and hard as she said, "You're both sick, you know that, don't you?" This brought her another hard foot shove in the cunt that made her wince. Barbara's head lolled back in surrender. Susan and Steve exchanged smiles.

Susan said, "You'll teach them right, won't you?"

Through a grimace with a tight jaw, Barbara said, "Yes, I'll teach them."

"Show me what you'll teach them."

Susan extracted her heel and made a big beaver. Barbara eased up and assumed a kneeling position between Susan's wide thighs. She planted light kisses all over the plane of her sex, slowly zeroing in on the cunt. She planted kisses on the clit, lips, and hole, then began licking the slit from asshole to clit, pausing in the center to lap deep in the hole.

Susan patted her head and said, "Make sure they lick deep. Yes, just like that. When you get to the top, suck my clit for a few seconds. Yes, that's good. Now, when you get to my asshole, probe deep. Tongue-fuck my ass for a few seconds before starting back up. Good! That's it. Now, suck my pussy hole. Yes, that's the way I want your daughters to service me."

Steve watched this performance, amazed at Barbara's willingness to serve his demanding mistress. She now appeared to be loving the act, performing with enthusiasm. He drew out his cock and began jacking off. He was on his side with his cock angled toward Susan's clit. Barbara eyed the throbbing head, knowing what was coming.

Susan said, "When I pull my lips apart, like this, that's the signal that I'm ready to cum. Teach them to suck my clit until I do. Yesssss! Oh, Yessss! Suck it, bitch! Suck my cunt, you nasty, dog-fucking whore!"

Susan exploded in a face-humping orgasm, then relaxed in a slump. Barbara went to her hole without being told and lapped at the flowing juices. Susan smiled to Steve, patted Barbara's head, and said, "That's right, teach them to lick me dry. Reach in deep and lap the walls of my cunt. That's it. Teach your girls to suck and swallow my cum. Make them expert cunt lappers like their mother and you can keep Bruno all to yourself."

Barbara lapped hard and deep. Susan and Steve exchanged another smile. Seconds later, Steve raised up and ejaculated his load onto Susan's clit. Barbara licked the white flow as it seeped into Susan's crack. She paused several times to lick the head of his dick. Using one hand, Barbara angled Steve's cock down until the head touched Susan's clit, then licked both as Bruno came up and nosed her in the ass.

Barbara instantly responded by widening her knees and offering her ass in a wanton display, wiggling her butt. She reached back with her other hand and patted her ass, a clear signal for Bruno to hop on. He did so and Barbara used that hand to guide his cock into her steaming cunt. Through lust-filled eyes, she looked up at Susan and said, "Is this the way you want me to act? Does this amuse you? I want to do it right... to spare my daughters."

"That was fine, but see that you act this way for them."

"I will. I promise. I'll convince them that I'm a slut for his dog cock. I'll be shameless. Is that what you want? Do you want me acting like a shameless slut in front of my girls?"

"That's exactly what I want."

Bruno hugged Barbara tightly, his panting head hung over her left shoulder. Barbara turned her head to the left and licked at his hanging tongue. She then took a long lap up Susan's slit and kissed the head of Steve's cock. She looked up to Steve and said, "Honey, go wake the girls. I think it would amuse Susan if they saw me like this, and I want to show Susan that I can entertain her to her complete satisfaction."

Steve stood and paused to look down on his lovely wife, as she arched back to the humping dog while reverently licking the cunt of his mistress. She actually wanted their daughters to see her doing this. He shook his head in wonder, then went after the girls. In less than a minute, three sleepy-eyed young ladies entered the room, prodded along by a father with a growing erection poking through his open fly. They froze on seeing their mother. Susan said, "Come in, girls. Sit by me and watch the show."

The girls were speechless as they moved to take seats on both sides of Susan. Little Cathy stopped to look under her mother's lower belly to make certain the dog's cock was actually going in her mom's pussy. When she was satisfied, she hopped up on Susan's lap. Susan placed Cathy's bare legs outside her own so that her legs rested on Pam and Rachel's laps, exposing her hairless beaver to her mother's eyes. Barbara looked pleasantly surprised to see that her baby wore no panties under her night shirt. She was not surprised to see Susan's fingers delving into her baby's pussy pie, beckoning with a crooked finger.

Barbara leaned up and licked through the girl's tiny slit, making Cathy giggle and squirm. Pam, who sat on Susan's right, patted Bruno's head, her eyes darting between the cock, which she caught occasional glimpses of, and the two beavers her mother licked alternately. Rachel, on Susan's left, slid to the floor and looked up between her mother's legs, awed by the sight of Bruno's cock plunging in and out of her mom's pussy. Steve stood over the scene, shaking his head with an amused grin. What he was looking at was almost to unreal.

His grin became a smile when he heard Barbara cry out, "Oh, yes! Fuck me, Bruno! Fuck my horny pussy with your big doggie cock. I'm your bitch, Bruno. Pour your dog sperm in my womb."

She turned her head to lick his hanging tongue, then shouted more lewd encouragements. Barbara looked up to Susan hoping to see a smile. Susan patted her head and gave her a smile. Barbara then began taking long laps through both cunts that sat one atop the other.

When Bruno discharged, Barbara came with him. When he pulled out, Barbara got on hands and knees and dipped her head under his belly. She licked his hanging dick, then sucked it into her mouth as all three girls scampered down to take up viewing positions.

Steve joined Susan on the sofa to watch the bizarre spectacle. What was unreal was now surreal--un-fucking-believable. Neither could believe Barbara would stoop so low so willingly. She truly had no shame as she sucked the dog's dick with all three of her girl's faces close to the scene. She and Cathy were, in fact, cheek to cheek. Bruno stood stock still, obviously experiencing something new and liking what he felt.

Steve whispered, "This is going to be much easier than we thought."

"Easier than you thought. I knew she'd be easy. She's ready to meet Gary."

"Set it up. I'm ready, too. By the looks of things, so is Pam." Pam had her ass turned their way and they could see her hand inside her panties, working feverishly on her immature vagina. Susan sat forward and reached out. She dragged Pam's panties down to the girl's knees, then sat back. Pam didn't slow down one iota. If anything, this exposure drove her on. Her two middle fingers entered her tiny hole as she turned her ass to them and widened her knees. Susan said, "Yes, that one is definitely ready for breeding."

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The night after the eventful encounter, Susan was supposed to be stopping by. Steve brought the collar, but Susan never showed. He and the girls fastened it around Barbara's neck, then watched her screw Bruno three times that night. Between the screws, she taught her girls the fine art of cunt lapping, as Susan preferred it. She performed the act on each of the girls under Steve's watchful eyes, then let each girl demonstrate on her. By ten that evening, they were ready for Susan, but Susan never showed. She did call at ten-thirty and explained how she got diverted. They made plans for the following night.

The following night, Barbara and her girls entertained Susan and Steve for hours. They gave Barbara a license to mate anytime the urge struck either of them. Barbara's needs were almost as demanding as Bruno's. If he wasn't nosing her crotch, she was nosing his. She didn't care who was watching. She'd take him in her mouth, suck him erect, then assume the position for mating, sprawled on her back over the ottoman, usually with all three girls hovering over the area of penetration.

The next day, Barbara spent long periods studying her reflection in the mirror, admiring the jeweled dog collar Susan made her wear. It was black velvet, an inch wide, studded with fake diamonds. There was a hanging tag inscribed, "Bruno's Bitch." She was to wear the collar always: to the market, to the schools, even to church. The dog was to go everywhere with her, and he wore a collar that said "Bruno." Her church days were over, she decided, but the market and schools, the long walks through the neighborhood, and visits to see her folks weren't over. They were mandatory.

Oddly, the idea of going out in public with Bruno sent wicked chills through Barbara. Susan made it very clear she was to do just that. She even altered Barbara's wardrobe. She had ten dresses to choose from. All were cut low to expose the tops of her breasts, and all were exceedingly short, obscenely short, worn without panties or bra with four-inch heels. She was to take Bruno everywhere dogs were permitted. She turned heads no matter what she wore. The new dresses would make them spin on shoulders.

Barbara knew the rumor mill would catch fire the first time she stepped foot outside, but the act was not illegal, and her attire was not obscene. A small wind gust would change that, but you can't arrest the wind. Her parents would freak out, and that pleased her. They were close to their grandchildren, if not her. If Steve could deal with the heat (and she felt certain he could), she would endure the stares, the talk, and the gossip. Bruno would be safe to go out with so long as she screwed him right before leaving the house. She would not screw him before going to visit her parents. In fact, she would insure he was randy when they arrived. She and the girls would go there on Saturday morning. Bruno was already randy.

Pam, Rachel, Cathy, Bruno, and Barbara loaded into the station wagon and set out for the familiar two hour drive to Grandma's house.

Barbara rarely went in with the kids and usually honked to pick them up. It wasn't that she wasn't welcome. Her parents had apologized years earlier in an effort to restore relations. Her father made a full confession to her mother, telling how he forced himself on Barbara, and how he encouraged the boys to use her as well. Her mother confessed to an affair. They were even, but then there was Barbara.

To make matters worse, they still received their monthly stipend from the marriage. As long as Steve and Barbara remained married, they would continue to receive the income supplement. Steve was a man of his word, though they knew Barbara suffered terribly under him. The girls were very open about their home life and enjoyed shocking Grandma and Grandpa. They knew all about Susan, but the girls hadn't visited since Bruno arrived in their home.

Though they hated doing it, they repeatedly made it clear to Barbara, that should she leave Steve, she could not come home or receive any financial help from them. They were, in fact, in league with Steve. This fact created and maintained the rift between them. With no place to go, and no means of support, she was kept a virtual slave to Steve, and her parents formed and maintained the chains. Barbara was eager to show them what their stipend was costing her.

Bruno sat on the front seat between Pam and Barbara. Pam fondled his sheath and Bruno's pink shaft emerged by four inches. Pam was the boldest of the three and Barbara knew she often aroused Bruno, then came to tell her mother that the dog needed servicing. Barbara reinforced this behavior by not interfering with the act or berating Pam. Being called by her daughter to service the dog was a big thrill every time it happened. Pam said, "Mom, Bruno needs servicing. Don't you think you better pull over and do something before we get to Grandma's house?"

"No, I don't, and you'd better stop doing that before he makes a mess in the car."

"You're asking for trouble. You are coming in with us this time, aren't you?"

"Yes, we are all going in."

"You know what's going to happen."

"What's going to happen, Pam?"

Pam smiled, looked to her sisters, then boldly said, "He's going to fuck you in front of Grandma and Grandpa."

Barbara never permitted the girls to use foul language in spite of all they'd seen and done. Pam assumed she could get away with it because of all they'd recently done. Barbara looked over and said, "Yes, I suppose he will, thanks to you."

Pleased that she guessed right, Pam said, "You could pull over and suck him off or something."

"I know that, Pam."

Pam kept up her stroking massage, bringing out another two inches of cock. Barbara said nothing about that. Pam said, "He's really horny for you, Mom. You're his bitch. You should suck his cock for him."

"I can't suck his cock and drive. If you keep doing that, I won't need to suck it."

"He won't cum if I don't do it fast."

"Do you think he should enter your grandparents' house in that condition? You know what will happen."

Pam and the two girls behind her exchanged giggling smiles. Pam said, "I know exactly what'll happen. He'll knock you down and fuck you like a bitch. You better pull over and give him some pussy. Suck him off, at least. Wouldn't that feel good? You keep looking at his dick like you want it real bad. Is it making you horny?"

Barbara looked at it and said, "Yes, you know it does. Stop teasing me, Pam."

"You know what? I think you want Grandma and Grandpa to see you and Bruno fucking. Is that it? Is that why you're going in and you want to make sure he's good and horny?" Barbara smiled. Pam smiled bigger, "Keeno! Boy, will they be surprised. They thought Susan peeing in your face was something. Wait till they see this."

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Pam had to keep Bruno from jumping on Barbara as they walked from the car to the front door. Barbara held back as the door opened. June, Barbara's mother, smiled on seeing the girls, then looked surprised to see Barbara with them. She didn't give Bruno much thought as she said, "Barbara. Are you coming in?"

"Yes, Mother. Steve insisted. He also insisted the dog come in with me. I hope that's all right?"

"Well, of course. Everyone, come in. Harold, Barbara's here with the girls."

They entered with Barbara hanging back. Once inside, Pam continued to hold Bruno at bay. He tugged hard on the leash as Harold rounded the corner and headed right for Barbara. He embraced her, then held her at arm's length to study the collar and read the tag.

"Bruno's Bitch? What's the meaning of this, Barbara?"

Barbara said, "I'm the bitch; that's Bruno. If Pam lets that leash go, the rest will be self-explanatory."

June looked puzzled and came forward to look at the collar and tag for herself. When she turned to look at the dog, he was up on his hind legs, his massive cock out and naked, straining against Pam's restraining pull. "Oh my Lord." Her hand covered her mouth as her head went from Barbara to the dog. She said, "Harold, help that child restrain the animal."

Harold's eyes went from the dog to his daughter several times before saying, "June, Steve sent them here for a reason, and I don't think it was so I could help Pam hold the dog. Am I right, Barbara?"

"Bingo, Daddy. I think he wants to demonstrate what a good wife I've become. At home, I don't wear anything but this dog collar and Pam doesn't ever restrain him. She helps him get mounted."

June said, "Oh, honey, no. How could he do that to you? Surely not with the girls at home."

"Are you kidding? I had to teach them how to perform oral sex on his mistress, then assist while they took turns doing it to her after Steve had sex with her. Pam can't hold that dog for long. Decide what you're going to do."

June and Harold exchanged looks, then excused themselves from the room. They returned a few minutes later. Harold said, "Barbara, we talked it over, and we don't think it's proper for us to interfere in your marriage. Naturally, we hate what he's doing, but he has the right to do it... well, maybe not the right in a legal sense, but... well, you know."

Barbara assumed as much, saying, "Yes, I know. Since Steve clearly wants me mated in front of you, we may as well get on with it. I suppose I should remove this dress and assume a mating position. Do you agree?"

June quickly answered, "Yes, of course. I'm sure he'd want you to do this completely naked. Except for the collar, of course."

"Mind if I use your foot stool, Daddy?"

"No, go right ahead."

Under the watchful eyes of both parents and her daughters, Barbara stripped and reclined backward over the stool. The stool supported her lower back, allowing her to offer Bruno the spread he was accustomed to--knees wide and laid down almost flat. Pam released the leash, and Bruno got over his bitch. Barbara placed his front paws on her chest so everyone could see the cock enter her pussy.

June and Harold dropped to their knees on either side of the stool and watched from close-up. Bruno's long cock easily found the mark and slithered inside in three thrusts. They were awed by the sight of the dog screwing their beautiful daughter. June, forgetting the girls were nearby, reached out to caress the cock at the point of entry. Harold fondled Barbara's tits while rubbing his cock. Barbara, quickly aroused to a high state, peered down her torso and cried, "Yes, fuck your bitch, Bruno. Fuck my cunt, baby. Show Mommy and Daddy what your big doggie cock can do for their little girl's pussy."

June's finger entered Barbara's ass to feel the dog's cock from inside. Barbara cried out, "Oh, yes, Mom, fuck my ass. Daddy, let me suck your cock. I miss your hard cock in my mouth. I want to suck you. Cum in my mouth. I'm a good cock sucker, now. I'll swallow all of your sperm, and you won't have to beat me with a belt to make me do it. I'll eat your cunt, Mom. I've been trained. I do it right. I'll make you cum. Fuck me, Bruno. Fuck me!"

Barbara was silenced by her father's cock, but she heard her mother say, "I knew she'd make Steve a good wife someday. Fuck that doggie, sweetheart. Suck Daddy's cock, baby. Mommy has a nice wet pussy just waiting for you." Barbara did, and so did June.

Afterward, while Bruno licked his dick in the corner, and her mother and father rearranged their clothes, Barbara sat up, not bothering to get dressed. Her mother and father looked a bit sheepish when they came to their senses and realized what they'd done in front of the girls. The three girls had remained in the background, just watching the adults have the wildest sex.

After Bruno dismounted, June pulled off her panties and sat on their mother's face right after Harold reached his climax. While June rode tongue, Harold played between Barbara's legs, reacquainting himself with the finest pussy he'd ever had. Barbara addressed the girls, saying, "See, Grandma and Grandpa weren't shocked after all."

June said, "Why don't you kids run on into the kitchen. I've got all kinds of cookies in there and there's milk in the fridge." The girls dashed off, leaving the adults. June said, "I'm sorry this happened to you, Barbara. Not this, but what's happening at home. I know he made you this way, but we can't help you. I don't know how we'd manage without the five hundred he sends each month."

"Five hundred? He gives you five hundred dollars every month?"

"Yes, didn't you know?"

"I had no idea. Has it been five hundred all along?"

"Yes, for almost thirteen years now. With the ten thousand he initially paid, it's almost ninety thousand dollars we've been paid to keep our noses out of your marriage."

"Well, now I see why you never helped."

Harold said, "We couldn't, and can't now more than ever. We feel very bad about that, especially now, after this. Don't get me wrong, we liked it, but we know what you must be going through."

"That's all right, Mom and Dad. I know what five hundred dollars more a month means to you. I can't blame you."

June said, "Honey, you aren't thinking of leaving him, are you?"

"No, Mother. I threaten, sometimes, but I never will, not until the girls are grown, anyway."

"You're a good girl, Barbara, and a great mother. We're all proud of you, even after this."

Barbara said, "I would think especially after this."

"Sweetheart, we all saw how you responded to the animal. Our decision to let Bruno loose was as much from watching your need as to please Steve."

Barbara blushed and said, "I was that obvious, huh?"

"Yes, you were. I see how you keep staring at his penis, and you're making no move to get decent again. You may have resisted, at first, and you probably took quite a beating, but you're hooked now."

Barbara reached for her dress. Harold took it from her, saying, "No, you stay that way. The rules you live by at home apply here as well."

June said, "I agree with him, Barbara. It's all out in the open. I say we keep it that way."

"That's fine with me. You're right. I am hooked, but I wasn't beaten. Steve has never hit me. His mistress hits me, but not hard, just hard enough to show me who's boss. I'm a quick learner."

June said, "Yes, so we've heard. I hope we get to meet her some day." Almost in a whisper, glancing toward the kitchen, June said, "Did she really make you teach those girls to eat her?"

"Yes, Mother. We had to practice on each other."

"You're very good, you know?"

"I know, so are they, Pam especially."

"I don't mind telling you, Harold and I find those girls rather exciting. They're so cute, young, and fresh. I've had to watch Harold like a hawk, but I find myself weakening. What do you think about that?"

"Are you asking for my okay?"

"Not necessarily, but suppose you found out we weren't being good grandparents."

"I'd be disappointed, but not too surprised. Remember who you're talking to. You weren't exactly model parents to me. They aren't exactly innocent, either. I know how they can tease."

"Just be understanding."

"I will, but please, Daddy, don't screw my daughters. They all suck Steve's cock. Settle for that, will you?"

"I won't force them. I'll promise that much, but I'd fuck Pam if she so much as gives a wink."

"That's all I ask. Mom, they like eating pussy, so indulge yourself. Well, I'd better go. Rachel and I have an appointment with her teacher, so it'll just be Pam and Cathy staying. I'll pick them up tomorrow about this time. Come Bruno. Let's go, Rachel. May I have my dress now?"



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Teacher's Pet


Barbara had to hurry to keep a two o'clock appointment with Rachel's sixth-grade teacher--Judy Elders. They were to meet in the classroom on a quiet Saturday to discuss Rachel's poor attention span.

Barbara met with the young newlywed teacher twice before, both times on a Saturday. They were friendly meetings that lasted the full reserved hour. Rachel was a problem student and Judy was determined to bring her along with the parents' help. Saturday meetings with parents was her way to enlist parental support.

Barbara liked Judy. They had a great deal in common. Both had married attorneys who were older than themselves by several years. Both were ornaments to parade at social functions, but Judy was an ornament with a college education, a career, and was not a kept or owned woman.

Judy was also younger, just out of college and in her second year of teaching. With a lawyer for a husband, she didn't need the money. The school district needed qualified teachers and had a difficult time attracting them to the area. As a result, Judy was not one that took any crap. She taught her way. The administration left her alone, gave her one of the new modular classroom units, and focused on other problems.

Barbara liked Judy's independent, take-charge approach. She admired her for wearing the clothes she looked best in without regard to the teacher's dress code. She was most often seen in short skirts that showed off her sleek, dancer's legs. Her tops were usually form-fitting knit tops and sweaters worn with a very sheer bra that presented her proud double Ds rather then confined or contained them. You could tell she was proud of her tits, and her tits looked proud to be on Judy Elders.

She was also fond of low-cut loose blouses that displayed the soft, creamy swells of her breasts along with more than a decent amount of cleavage. Those tops she wore with half-cup bras, and a forward dip could put a young boy in a catatonic coma.

Walking the grounds of an elementary school in the tops she wore, displaying her 38-DD cup breasts to their best advantage, always caused a commotion. She seemed mindless of the distraction she caused, and the distraction was most apparent in her classroom where the students spent the entire day with her, peering down her top or holding hand-held mirrors to the back of her skirt, examining the form, fit, and color of her sexy panties.

Judy was a real flaxen-haired beauty--a blue-eyed, sensuous-lipped, light-complected, sexual dynamo in revealing clothes, a sex bombshell waiting to explode. She was a Playboy pinup girl jumped right out of the centerfold, and looked terribly out of place on an elementary school campus, like a stripper mom on career day, only Judy never acted nervous or out of her element.

She bought all of her clothes at Ginger's Boutique and was a walking advertisement for Ginger's business. She posed for newspaper ads for the Boutique, and got most of her selections for free. When something new came to the Boutique, you'd see it first on Judy Elders in the Sunday paper. Everyone fought over the C section.

When Judy passed by, all thoughts turned to sex: Men, women, girls and boys, even little babies seemed affected and would reach for her mammaries. The woman exuded sex and left a wake of erections, wet pussies, and frustrated babies.

Barbara could sense the animal passion locked up in that woman. From talks with Rachel, she knew Judy got off on exposing herself to the kids. Beavers were her specialty, and sexy panties were her stock in trade.

After six months in Mrs. Elder's class, Rachel had every pair memorized and got to see them every day, often using her own compact mirror because the frequent beaver shots weren't enough to satisfy her. Barbara only found out about this on the drive from Grandma's, and was amused that Rachel thought the exposures were accidents and that Judy was unaware of the beavers she shot or the mirror trick.

Judy's classroom was a free-standing modular unit that was not attached to the old building. Since they would not have to enter the school building itself, just the classroom, Barbara thought she could get away with bringing the dog along. She had no qualms about doing so, because Judy seemed deferential and eager to accommodate the parents, her especially. Judy's husband wanted to join Steve's firm, so Judy went out of her way to butter-up Barbara.

Barbara also wanted to test Steve's ability to deal with problems his outrageous orders would create. She resolved not to shy away from any potentially embarrassing situations, and the Saturday meeting was her first challenge.

Dressed in her own brief attire, attire that would make Judy's look modest, wearing a dog collar with matching high heels, and bringing the dog, ensured there would be embarrassing moments if not a crisis for Steve to handle. After the exciting meeting with her parents, Barbara was up to the challenge.

The two-hour drive to the school gave Barbara and Rachel a chance to talk openly about everything that had recently happened since the dog came on the scene. Pam and Cathy had taken to the addition almost instantly, but Rachel had been slow to respond, hanging back, watching everything, but not knowing what to make of it all.

The scene she witnessed in the car on the way to their grandparents'; and especially the scene at her grandparents' house, seemed to have jarred whatever reservations she had about the bestial mating of her mother. On the ride to the school, she wanted to talk of nothing else, and Barbara was willing to talk openly.

Bruno rode between them, sitting on the seat like a person. This placed his cock between them. Toward the end of their journey, Rachel became brave enough to touch the object of their discussion much the way Pam had. Even little Cathy had fondled the dog's cock and quickly overcame her shyness about doing so. It was, in fact, the first time Barbara saw Rachel actually fondle the dog. She didn't want to inhibit the child, but watching her little hand stroking the dog's erect cock did create quite a distraction.

Rachel stroked the dog in a way to tease and torment a mutt slut who had to drive and was running late. The dog loved it and sat contentedly, watching the scenery pass by with his tongue hanging out. A mile didn't go by without Rachel saying, "Look at it now, Mom." Barbara had to masturbate once that started and did so all the way to the school from fifty miles out, tickling her daughter no end.

Most interesting of all was the discussion they had about Rachel's class with Judy. They'd become sexually obsessed with their teacher. Boys and girls alike found her fascinating. Whenever they gathered in groups, the talk was always about Mrs. Elders, parts of Mrs. Elders, the parts they'd seen in Sunday's ad, or the parts they wanted to see more of. The boys wanted more tit shots; the girls liked the beavers.

As they crossed the empty school grounds, Rachel said, "Mom, are you really going in like that with Bruno?"

"Yes, Rachel. Your father's orders are very strict. The dog goes everywhere with me, everywhere they'll allow him. What do you think Mrs. Elders will do?"

"I don't know. We never had a dog in the classroom before. I don't think they're allowed.'

"Probably not, but it is a Saturday, and it is her classroom. If she won't let him come in, I'll be off the hook, but I have to try."

"This will be so embarrassing. I mean, just look at the way you're dressed. I think Mrs. Elders is going to be the most embarrassed. She's such a goody-goody."

"I'm sure you'll find this embarrassing, but you'll have to take that up with your father or Aunt Susan."

"I wasn't talking about me. This won't embarrass me at all. I was thinking of you and Mrs. Elders."

"I think I can handle whatever comes. As for Mrs. Elders, you don't know what kind of woman she really is. You just know her as the teacher. She has you all fooled. She knows exactly what she's doing to you kids. She's an exhibitionist and a prick tease. She might turn out to be like your grandmother. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Do you think so? That would be neat. She's really pretty, don't you think?"

"She's very pretty and sexy. Would you like to see me try to turn her on? It might be fun."

"Do you think you could?"

"I think it's quite possible, if she's not a true goody-goody. Personally, I think she's a slut."

"A slut? I thought you liked her."

"I adore her. I didn't mean that in a negative way. I just think she has never said no to a stiff dick. I know the type, Rachel. She's a fun-loving slut, the kind people like." Barbara ruffled her smiling daughter's hair and said, "I'll bet you'd like to see her pussy, wouldn't you?"

Rachel had a shy grin as she said, "I don't think I'd mind. I think pussies are neat. I sure like seeing yours and Aunt Susan's. Would you like to see Mrs. Elders' pussy?"

"I wouldn't mind either. I'm like you; pussies are neat. I love 'em."

"You like licking pussies, don't you?"

Barbara looked over and smiled. She said, "Am I that obvious?"

Rachel smiled back, glad that her mother didn't take offense to her observation. She said, "You sure were at Grandma's house. Aunt Susan sure thinks so."

Barbara laughed, then said, "I try."

"Mom, what about when she peed in your mouth. It looked like you hated it at first, but then started liking it. Did you--like it?"

"Well, it wasn't bad when I got used to it."

"You did like it, didn't you? That was neat watching that. I wish she'd do that again."

"Why don't you tell her you like watching me drink pee right from her pussy. You kids always get your way with her. If you were to tell her that, I doubt she'd ever pee in the cold toilet again. I'd be her toilet. Why pee in a cold toilet when you have a warm mouth to suck the pee out of you and then a nice soft tongue to lick you nice and clean afterward?"

"Would you mind if I told her I'd like to see her use you as her toilet for peeing?"

"What do you think?"

Rachel pondered her answer, then said, "I think you want me to."

Barbara just smiled and said, "Well, here we are. Are you ready?"

"I guess so."

Barbara started to knock, but Rachel stopped her hand and said, "Wait! I wanna get Bruno turned on first. His thing's not sticking out anymore."

This was a shocker, but Barbara tried not to show it. This was something Pam would do, but was so out of character for Rachel. The time alone with Rachel opened her up. Barbara was pleased, because she worried about mental anguish and the scars that anguish can cause impressionable young minds. Cathy had no anguish, but Rachel experienced a great deal that she appeared to have worked through.

Barbara looked around the empty schoolyard and said, "All right. Go ahead. I'll stand watch."

Rachel dropped to her knees and cupped the dog's sheath in her hand. She massaged the organ as Bruno, now familiar with the routine, stood like a show dog being posed. Within a minute, Rachel had eight inches of bright red doggie dick sticking out. She smiled and stood, saying, "Now knock."

Barbara returned the smile and rapped on the door. She heard Judy tell them to enter. They entered as Judy came around her desk to greet them. As she had on the last Saturday they'd met, she dressed casually with her long hair clipped in a pony tail. She wore baggy shorts with a cropped T-shirt and sandals. She looked stunning, showing lots of leg and midriff skin. Saturday was her day to show midriff. She made a trim waist and flat tummy look like a sex organ.

On seeing the way Barbara was dressed, Judy tried hard not to stare and focused on the dog instead. Barbara said, "I hope it's all right to bring him in. It's so hot in the car."

Judy's face looked flush as she said, "I don't think there'll be a problem." She dropped in a squat to greet the dog, grabbing his volleyball-size head in both hands to say in cutsie dog talk, "Yes, it's so hot out there, isn't it? Yes, it is."

Addressing the question to Bruno, but expecting a human to answer, she said, "Are you a boy dog or a girl dog?"

The muzzle that suddenly nosed her hard in the crotch, toppled her backward. She fell to her haunches and Bruno marched over her. Judy, with a surprised look on her face, tried to scramble back, but Bruno got her around the chest in a bear hug as he straddled her right leg, hugging his cock to her right inner thigh.

Barbara made it look as though she were trying to control the amorous animal, and she used all the right words in the proper tone, but Bruno never did hear words or respond to the tugs on his leash when he had a female in his clutches. He had Judy good, sending his stiff, slick dick up the wide leg opening of her shorts. By the look on her face, his pointy cock was hammering at her pussy, knocking at the panties to get in.

Judy cried, "Get him off!"

Barbara appeared serious as she said, "Don't worry, he won't bite."

Judy gave Barbara an incredulous look then said, "I don't care. Can't you do something? Please, get him off."

"I'm trying, honestly I'm trying. It's just that he's so strong. I suppose getting him off would be the easiest way, though. We'll give that a try."

Those last words made no sense to Judy at the time. She was getting crudely dry humped, and there wasn't a damn thing she could do to stop it. She couldn't even close her legs because a large dog stood between them. The weight of the dog's upper body effectively pinned her to the floor with his long, flat tongue hanging in her face. In desperation, she moved her mouth out from under the slab of slobbery tongue and said to Rachel, "Go and wait outside, dear. Wait till we get him under control."

Rachel had dropped to her knees at her teacher's hip, and watched the bare thigh grow slick, also watching the cock drive in under the scrunched-up leg of the shorts. There was only an inch or two of cock she couldn't see, and that was driving hard against the crotch.

Barbara said, "It's all right. She's seen much worse. You can imagine what she sees when he catches me coming from the shower wearing only a short towel. I hope you're wearing panties. You are, aren't you? Although, if you're not, it'll be easier to get him off."

Judy turned her attention to Barbara, beginning to suspect a set-up. It was then the familiar phase, "Getting him off" registered its double meaning. She said, "Of course I'm wearing panties, though I can't say they're doing much good."

It was also then that she took note of the collar and the inscription--BRUNO'S BITCH. Judy was about to ask the obvious question when Bruno licked her face all over but dwelled on her mouth, trying to get his tongue in her mouth while Judy pondered the implication of the tag Barbara wore so boldly. She also wondered why the dog wanted to get his tongue in her mouth. It was like he were trying to French kiss with her. Curiosity made her slack her lips and jaw. Curiosity filled her mouth with dog tongue until she gagged as it tried to get down her throat.

As she was on the verge of panic, he began a deep lapping which quelled the gag reflex. This was no French kiss. He was lapping all of the saliva from her mouth: inside cheeks, teeth, gums, tongue (over and under), top, back, sides, and down her throat.

She quickly adjusted to having a tongue literally go several inches down her throat chasing oral fluids. This was soul kissing the likes of which she'd never experienced in her life and she laid still, opened her mouth wide, and made it easier on both of them. While he swabbed her gullet, she couldn't help wondering what he could do to a lady's cunt.

When he got all there was to get, he pulled out, gave a few licks to the face, and resumed a hard humping. With a dry mouth, Judy looked to Barbara and said, "I suppose this is Bruno?"

"Oh, weren't you introduced? Bruno, meet Judy; Judy, Bruno." To Judy, she said, "Under the circumstances, I figured first names were appropriate. Oh, and by the way, Bruno is a boy dog."

Breathlessly, Judy said, "I gathered that."

Judy stopped her struggle with the realization that Barbara was, indeed, trying to "get the dog off" and not trying to get the dog off. She just hoped the damn dog would "get off" or get off. At that point, she didn't care which.

Barbara smiled at the flustered teacher then reached to the right leg opening of the baggy shorts. Judy tried to bring her hands down to block the move, but Bruno's hugging embrace prevented her from getting close enough to interfere. As the shorts were pulled aside to expose her crotch, Judy cried, "Please don't!"

Barbara paid no mind as she and Rachel could now see that the dick had pushed the panty crotch up the teacher's pussy hole. An inch of cock poked inside along with the panties. Barbara hooked fingers in the far panty leg band, saying, "This will make it go faster. Just relax, Judy. We'll help you get him off, don't you worry about that."

In a panic, the distraught teacher cried, "Please don't. Oh, no! Please. Mrs. Henderson, NO! For god's sake, NO!"

It was too late. When the panties came away from her crotch, the dick went right on in, helped along by an eleven-year-old's guiding hand. Judy's head hit the floor as Barbara said, "Relax. This won't take long, now. He's close. I can tell."

From opposite sides of the teacher's pelvis, Barbara and Rachel watched Bruno's dick take steady possession of the woman's pussy. Barbara had the material pulled far to the side, and Rachel reached in to pull the lips apart, enhancing the already great view. Judy groaned at the realization that her student's little fingers were pulling open her labia lips, facilitating the entry of a very large cock.

Barbara had a moment to take stock of what they'd done. She would never have guessed the scene before her was possible, not with innocent little Rachel. She surprised herself. She didn't think she was capable of such an act, especially on someone like Judy Elders. Everything happened so fast and went so smoothly.

It was almost as if they'd rehearsed their roles and practiced for a month. She played the part of Susan; Rachel played Pam's part; and Judy did an excellent Barbara Henderson submitting to bestial rape on the kitchen floor, only they acted out this passion play on the floor of a school classroom in broad daylight with no rehearsal.

Barbara had little time to ponder this thought, but she liked playing Susan's part for a change. She amazed herself at the ease with which she slipped into the cocky, playful, arrogance of her own nemesis and trainer of human bitches.

Likewise, Rachel modeled her actions after her bold big sister, joining in without hesitation, taking an active part in the friendly bestial rape.

Judy was the character Barbara identified with. She knew why Judy didn't fight as hard as she could, and mentally predicted when she'd cease her struggles altogether.

Bruno had to squat low to affect even a partial penetration, and his squat effectively kept Judy from bringing her legs together or moving. She was pinned like a bug with six inches of cock inside, and with five still to go, Judy let her legs relax. The fight went out of her with each stroking inch of canine cock that went in.

Barbara knew exactly what was going on in Judy's mind--carnal surrender--that point where you stop questioning the right and wrong and start surrendering to base sensations. Having your most intimate body cavity stuffed with animal cock while others watch brings out the primal instincts like nothing else she'd ever experienced.

Barbara watched for the signs. When Judy's legs went limp, she said, "Judy, honey, you're going to have to lift up. He can't get a full penetration with your ass on the floor. He thinks he's making puppies. He won't get off until he's in all the way."

Rachel smiled because she'd heard those lines before from Pam. Barbara smiled back. Judy rolled her head to Barbara's side and looked at the smiling mother through passion-glazed eyes that seemed to say, "Why are you doing this to me?" Barbara had recently given the look to her husband, so she knew it well.

Barbara just looked back expectantly. Judy couldn't or wouldn't speak, but she slowly drew her feet in with the soles of her sandals flat to the floor. Barbara said, "That's it. Now, lift up high so he can get more cock in you."

Judy hesitated for just a moment, then lifted her ass clear of the floor by several inches, allowing another inch of cock inside, which brought forth a grunt. Barbara said, "Get that pussy higher, Judy."

Judy raised up another three inches and received another inch as Bruno adjusted his stance. Without being prodded, she raised up six more inches until her ass cleared the floor by a foot and her belly was against the dog's underside as he stood and humped more naturally--at least for a dog doing it to a human in the missionary position, the only position Bruno knew for fucking human bitches. Now that the position was right, the rest of his cock went hammering in, making her groan and grunt with her eyes crossed.

Barbara said, "That's it, girl, now you're making puppies. Now, widen those knees and offer him a good spread. He wants to see you acting receptive. He wants all the way in to the back. There's three more inches in his sheath he can get inside you if you give him a wide spread. That sheath will just fold on back against the mouth of your pussy. That's it. Give him access to the puppy factory. Pretend it's in the deepest part of your pussy and he'll be happy."

Judy followed this vulgar advice without hesitating, yawning her loins in open reception. Bruno drove to the back, bringing forth a series of animalistic groans as his sheath folded against her wide beaver, putting three more inches of cock inside. He pushed the back of her pussy into the back of her mouth; at least, that's the way eleven inches of thick cock felt.

This took her mind off the long finger going up her ass. Barbara, in to the palm, said, "Oh, yes, he has a nice big knot going. It won't be long now."

Judy groaned as she heard Rachel say, "I want to feel."

One long finger exited and two little ones replaced it. Rachel said, "Wow, this feels weird. I can feel his cock moving. It feels huge. Boy, Mrs. Elders sure has a big pussy, huh Mom?"

"Rachel, that's not a nice thing to say, and it's not even true. Pussies are very elastic. Any normal adult could take this much cock. As you can see, Mrs. Elders is not taking it with ease. If anything, she has a smaller-than-average pussy."

Judy followed the bizarre exchange, but her attention span wasn't all that great. The dog was a major distraction. In addition to humping the shit out of her, he was slobbering in her face. This did not prevent her from reaching an orgasm, however. She would have reached two if the damn dog hadn't spermed her puppy factory and stopped humping.

Judy hung from the dog's belly, still impaled on his swollen member. The knot inside felt like a cue ball and that was added to more cock than she'd ever had in her life. He took all the wrinkles out of her pussy even when he stood motionless and panting.

Judy was truly amazed. She, like most women, had imagined sex with dogs, but never imagined anything like the sex she'd experienced with Bruno. The pleasure she received was also a big surprise, though the act was over too quickly, just as she figured a dog would be. Still, she'd never felt so totally female or so totally fucked. She loved both feelings and had been looking for those feelings all her life. She was one happy bitch.

Getting hung up after sex was another surprise. She'd heard it wasn't possible. She knew she could pull off if she tried, but Bruno yelped each time she tried to lower herself off. They were effectively hung up unless she wanted to be cruel. After all he'd done for her, she did not want to be cruel.

Barbara said, "You need to remain coupled until the swelling goes down. It'll just be a few minutes." Addressing Rachel, Barbara said, "Sweetheart, stack some books under her ass so she can relax."

Judy stared past the panting dog's muzzle to the ceiling, her mind slowly absorbing what had happened. The presence of the swollen dog cock still buried deep inside, the slimy wetness seeping out and sliding down her crack, and the obscene position she maintained all fought against the denial she so desperately wanted to cling to.

Barbara did all she could to reinforce the reality, just as Susan had. She did this by keeping Judy's knee pushed back, keeping the crotch bare, and fondling the juncture of cock and cunt, smearing the escaping post-coital juices. She smeared the viscous slime to Judy's asshole and this time, inserted her two middle fingers. Judy groaned on the unnatural invaders as Barbara said, "He's still mighty big, but at least, we got him off. Hurry, Rachel."

Rachel returned with a stack of math books and began piling them under Judy's ass until Judy had to raise up to admit the last. She settled on the stack and felt her other knee getting pushed back to match the one Barbara held. Resting on her head and shoulders with Bruno now standing over her, Judy could look up her torso and see the cock plugging her vagina.

She could see the slimy lips stretched paper thin around the base where the knot was. More than anything else, it was this view that dashed her denial. When little fingers smeared dog cum on her clit, she felt totally debased, mostly because it felt so damned good and looked even better. With adult fingers up her ass, a dog's dick in her cunt, and a child playing with her clit, Judy was not about to say or do anything to hurry things along. Her humiliation, though crippling, was secondary to the sensation of pleasant surrender.

Barbara could see and feel Judy's absolute surrender. She knew that nothing she could say could jar the woman. In fact, anything she said would likely reinforce the reality and receive a positive response. With that in mind, Barbara said, "You're a good sport, Judy. Most women in your position--you know, a teacher in her classroom--would have fought viciously against such an assault. You took to it rather well. You must be a dog lover."

Judy found her voice and said, "These things happen--even to a teacher in her classroom, evidently."

"I suppose this happens to you a great deal? Bruno responded to you as he would a bitch in heat. You must give off a scent."

"No, this is a first."

"Well, you could have fooled us. You certainly have a knack for getting a dog off."

Rachel said, "Yeah, I think you fooled Bruno, too."

They carried on this vein of conversation for several more minutes, then Bruno pulled out and wandered off. Without assistance, Judy could not get up, and no one offered to assist. She lay splayed and exposed, now drooling dog semen from her abused and gaping pussy. Barbara's fingers did come out of her ass, but Rachel's went up her pussy. The knees were held wide as Barbara said, "Well, we got the first part out of the way."

Judy looked a question to Barbara and said, "The first part?"

"Yes, he'll rest up then want to finish. He likes to get off twice when he mates. The second time is always easier, but it does last longer." After the incredulous look Judy gave her, Barbara added, "You've gone this far, I naturally assumed you'd let him finish mating. It would be cruel to stop him now. You're not a dog hater, are you?"

Judy thought hard about the implication, but saw no harm in playing along. She had fucked a dog before witnesses. Fucking him again before the same witnesses seemed a minor concession. Another climax like the last, the strongest she'd ever had, was a big incentive also. And, she did say he'd last longer.

She looked from Barbara to Rachel and back to Barbara before saying, "This classroom door has no inside lock. There's a do-not-disturb sign in my top desk drawer. Would you hang it on the door knob, please?"

"Certainly." Barbara got up, found the sign, and made for the door. Looking back, she said, "Take her clothes off, Rachel. We have time to prepare for this next part. We may as well do this right. There's no sense in mussing her clothes."

Judy felt a slight twinge of panic at this news, but remained passive as Rachel unfastened the right sandal. She removed it as Barbara hung the sign. She removed the left and then went for the belt of Judy's shorts. Barbara returned to oversee the operation. With the shorts unbelted and unzipped, Barbara said, "Raise up and Rachel will ease those off. Try not to get any more doggie cum on them, sweetheart."

Judy's blush deepened, but she raised up, allowing shorts and panties to be worked down her legs and off. Barbara aided Judy to a sitting position on the books, then reached for the base of the T-shirt. Judy said, "Is this really necessary?"

Barbara lifted and Judy raised her arms overhead. The T-shirt came off, leaving her wearing only a bra as Barbara said, "Naked is best. You'll sweat on your clothes otherwise."

The bra came away with no protest, leaving Judy naked and feeling ridiculous. Sitting on text books, leaking dog cum on them didn't help matters.

Barbara was awed by the woman's breasts, the finest she'd ever seen. They were large, perfectly formed, firm, and made proud platforms for two of the longest pink nipples, puckered tight at the base and sticking out by an inch, arching up. A finger flick would start them vibrating, or so it appeared.

Judy moved to stand, but a hand to her shoulder stopped her. Barbara said, "You'd best stay there. Rachel, why don't you bring that chair over here so Judy can rest her back on it? That will provide a suitable position for the next mating. A low bench or ottoman is perfect, but this will do nicely."

When the chair was placed behind her, Judy eased back and supported herself on her elbows as Barbara and Rachel brought chairs for themselves, placing them in good, head-on views at Judy's feet.

Judy sat in that pose with her knees pressed together, feeling totally vulnerable and out of place. She looked at the mother and daughter through proud breasts whose nipples stood tall, prompting Rachel to say, "Wow, look at her tits, Mom! Didn't I tell you they were something. Her nipples are bigger than my whole tittie, aren't they?"

"They are something, but I wouldn't go that far. I suppose if they were relaxed and spread out they would. [reaching out to tweak, twist, pull, and roll the turgid nipples while Judy passively watched] I doubt we'll see them relaxed with Bruno in the same room with her."

Rachel reached out and tried to force the knee closest to her out, but Judy resisted, prompting Rachel to say, "Aw, come on, Mrs. Elders. Show us your pussy."

Judy looked imploringly to Barbara and prompted this response from the smiling mother who was still toying with nipples: "Kids. Their curiosity never ends."

While watching her nipples being pulled into elongated cones by the tips, Judy said, "I know. I have a classroom full just like her. This seems like a good time to ask. Can I count on her discretion?"

"You mean, will she keep this a secret?"

Now watching her nips being pulled down and released to see them vibrate to a stop on jiggling mounds of tittie flesh. "Exactly."

"Come on, now, Judy. I think you know better." [pull, flip, jiggle]

"Please. I must insist. I'm cooperating with you. [pull, flip, jiggle]I think you owe me that much. I'd be ruined if this ever got out." [pull, flip, jiggle]

Barbara sat back and said, "I'd ask for her word, but I know better than to waste my breath. You know how sixth graders are. She'll swear she won't tell, but she will. Who'd believe her, though. If you want to get a promise from her, be my guest."

Judy mulled this unexpected bit of honesty over and had to agree. Who'd believe such a wild story. She opted not to waste her breath, and her silence brought a devilish smile from the excited little girl. A blush formed as Judy imagined class on Monday, with twenty-two grinning faces staring holes in her clothes; which, in itself, would not be unusual, but this time she'd see their little hedonistic wheels turning over the details of Rachel's story. Some would believe--hell, they might all believe when they tried to open their math books and found the pages stuck together.

Despite the anxiety this brought, Judy felt a wicked tingle deep in her loins at the very thought that the kids she had to spend day after day with would know what she'd done, would know intimate details of her most private anatomy, and would know how shameless she could be under the right circumstances. Maintaining order and discipline would be an even greater challenge then it had been.

Barbara could see the wheels turning in Judy's mind and had a good idea which way they turned. She broke the ponderous silence, saying, "Kids can be so cruel. No doubt, some will believe Rachel. They'll want to believe the worst, especially about a teacher as attractive as you. The boys, no doubt, fantasize about you. The girls see you as a sexual role model."

Judy said, "I don't know about that. They're twelve and thirteen-year-olds."

"Yes, Judy, and that's the age when they begin taking an interest."

Rachel volunteered, "Mom's right. You're all we talk about, and I'm the first to see you naked. I want to see your pussy again so I can memorize it. They're all gonna want details. Come on, Mrs. Elders. I've already seen it, I just wanna see it better, without a dog's dick in the way."

Judy ignored the taunt and kept her knees tightly together as Barbara went on, "You have them at that tender age as they're just becoming aware of their sexuality; and there you stand, day after day, with all your luscious parts modestly hidden. Although, from what Rachel tells me, you don't hide them all that modestly. You do wear your skirts dangerously short; and somehow, by the end of the day, they all know what color panties you're wearing. She described your nipples perfectly, so I know they've all see your tits. The only thing they haven't seen is your naked pussy and asshole. You're good."

Rachel said, "Yeah, and we make bets about it."

Judy blushed and said, "I wasn't aware."

Barbara laughed and said, "Oh, come on, Judy. It's just us girls here... well, and Bruno. Let's not forget him. Is that how you get a cheap thrill, by exposing your nasty parts to the little boys and girls? You must be an expert beaver shot, a trick beaver shot. You're good. Rachel had no idea you did that on purpose. I set her straight."

Judy could see that it was pointless to deny the accusation, but her lack of denial caused a deepening of her blush, pointing to her guilt. Barbara laughed and said, "Have you ever considered shooting a bare beaver? They'd like that much better. They could then bet whether you had on panties or not. That would be much more exciting for you and them, don't you think?"

Judy had thought about it, but never seriously, not with all the mirrors in her class. While listening to Barbara, Judy bit her lower lip with an intense desire to cup her sex to quell the heat building there. Barbara gazed on the rock-hard nipples, then at the crotch before adding, "Are you afraid they'll go running home to Mommy and Daddy to tell? You know better. They don't want a sexy teacher like you to get fired, especially after they find out you fuck dogs and shoot bare cunt beavers all day. Losing the panties would be job security in my book."

Rachel said, "Yeah, we all want to see your naked cunt. Mom, make her spread her legs real wide. I want to see her cunt again."

Judy watched the exchange with the heat between her legs getting hotter. Barbara knew this and said, "You know, Judy, you did promise to finish what you started with Bruno."

Judy innocently said, "I intend to."

"Not like that, you won't. You're hiding the only part of you he's interested in--your cunt. If he doesn't see a hot and receptive cunt, his thoughts will wander away from the task at hand. You want to talk about poor attention span, dogs are the worst."

"So, you want me to spread my legs. Is that it?"

"How else do you intend to get him refocused on the job of making puppies in your surrogate puppy factory?"

Rachel piped in, "Yeah, how are you going to get him to fuck you again if you don't show him how ready your cunt is? We know you want it, so stop pretending you don't."

Judy eyed the bizarre twosome. Her eyes once again rested on the collar and the tag. "Bruno's Bitch" glared back at her, and she realized, once again, that the woman she felt uncomfortable spreading her legs in front of was herself a dog fucker, the one who likely trained Bruno. Likewise, she looked to Rachel, a girl who'd probably seen human/dog coupling dozens of times. Judy felt foolish for being shy around them.

Another thought entered Judy's head as she pictured Rachel recounting the events to her classmates. She thought how much better the telling would be if the girl could describe how eager their teacher was to mate with the beast the second time around.

This thought alone should have ended the show but did just the opposite for reasons that Judy could not begin to fathom. The idea of giving them the uninhibited exhibition they were so obviously pushing for, grew. The desire to further incriminate herself also grew. Judy was just about to let her knees drift apart when Barbara said, "You are going to honor your promise, aren't you?"

Judy recalled no such promise, only a passive acceptance of what they had planned. The passive acceptance had somehow become a pledge, but Judy was not inclined to argue the point. If anything, she had the desire to make the promise official. She said, "I intend to fully live up to that promise. What exactly should I do?"

Barbara smiled inwardly and grinned outwardly. With those words, she knew she had a devout convert, a woman hooked on dog fucking after one try, a woman exactly like herself, a dog-fucking slut. She said, "Spread your legs--spread them wide. Show Bruno what a receptive human bitch you are. Get his attention focused between your legs, specifically on your fuck hole."

Judy's face took on a deep blush of arousal as her legs parted, and parted wide. Rachel sat forward and said, "It's about time. Boy, you sure have a nasty looking cunt, Mrs. Elders, all messy and slimy, but that's the way Bruno likes it."

Barbara slipped off her high-heeled pump and brought her bare foot to the spread. Her big toe toyed with the fleshy parts before centering on the hole and pushing in, saying, "This is the part you need to advertise if you want to get Bruno's attention. I'm sure you can do better."

Judy brought her feet to the edges of the top book, her heels tight to her ass. She then laid her thighs parallel to the floor and made a spread as wide as humanly possible by assisting with her fingers, turning her slit into a pink oval which Barbara explored with her toes while Rachel toyed with the clit, beaming, "Wow, she sure wants it bad, huh Mom?"

Barbara, mockingly said, "She just wants to honor her promise, isn't that right, Judy?"

"Yes, a promise is a promise."

Barbara looked around for Bruno and saw him perk up and take notice. She said, "It looks like you've got his attention. Now, let's see if you can keep it. Rachel, sit back and give them room."

Barbara also sat back and withdrew her foot. Bruno moved into the space between the females, sniffed the beaver, then began licking the mess from both thighs, closing in on the grand mess between. At the first long lapping swipe through her widely-parted love lips, Judy let out a long moan while straining up to see. He licked the entire crotch area and sent his lapping tongue deep up her hole, sending Judy into paroxysms of hedonistic joy as she cried, "OH FUCK! He's licking my fucking womb. Oh god!"

He lapped out her vagina the way he lapped out her mouth, treating it like one big throat. When she was dry, Judy excitedly said, "Up, boy! Fuck me. Come on, Boy, jump up and fuck me!"

Rachel cried out, "Oh, wow, Mrs. Elders saying 'fuck me' to a dog. Nobody's going to believe this. We should have brought a camera and a tape recorder."

Barbara said, "Maybe next time we will."

Instead of mounting her as she expected, Bruna came around to her head and licked her lips. Judy opened wide and got her mouth and throat cleaned again, only this time much more effectively as he approached from the side. The dog yawned his mouth wide and Judy was able to get her mouth to the back of his throat, taking tongue almost to her stomach. This action put Rachel in fits and had both leaning forward. Barbara hadn't even done that but made a mental note to try it.

Bruno finished cleaning Judy, then something on the far side of the room caught his attention and he was off to explore. Judy was cross-eyed on the verge of a climax when he abandoned her. She cried, "Oh, God, no!"

Barbara said, "Relax. He'll be back. This will give us a chance to talk, and we need to talk. Try to relax." Barbara felt Judy's pussy then sent two fingers deep inside saying, "Clean as a whistle, inside and out. That's one thing you can say for dog lovers; they make a big mess, but they clean up after themselves. You do have a lovely pussy, do you know that?"

"Make him come back, please. I want to get started."

"Yes, we can see that, but there's something I want to discuss with you. Rachel's right. No one will believe her. I mean, look at you, Judy. Who'd believe that you, Judy Elders, would turn into a slut for a bulldog."

Judy's head slowly cleared as she tried to focus on Barbara's words. Slowly, she said, "Well, I was sorta counting on that."

"Yes, I'm sure you were, but that will make my daughter out to be a liar when she's telling the truth. You are a slut for a bulldog, aren't you?"

Judy looked to the grinning student, then to Barbara and knew where this was headed. She nodded, then said, "Yes."

"You'd like to do this again next Saturday, wouldn't you?"

Again, she looked to Rachel, and again she nodded and answered yes. Barbara went on, "You'd like to make this a regular thing, wouldn't you?"

"Yes. What are you getting at?"

"Just this. I don't want anyone in her class to think she's a liar."

"I can't help what others think."

"No, but you can reinforce her story. It wouldn't take much. Let's say Rachel tells them you have a shaved pussy, totally bald. Let's say you go home and shave it bald. Let's say on Monday, you wear a short skirt without panties. Are you beginning to get the picture?"

"Barbara, I couldn't do that. I'd lose my job. Hell, I might get arrested."

"That's a risk you'll have to take, but we both know the risk is slight. You're out here in your own little world. No one bothers you."

"Yes, but if even one of my kids sees, they'd all know the truth."

"Exactly, that's why I stipulate those conditions. Furthermore, by the end of the week, there shouldn't be a single student that hasn't gotten a good look at your bare beaver from the front and the rear, to include all these nice, juicy, pink parts in the middle."

"That's insane."

"If it is, then we won't be back. It's that simple. You do want us back, don't you?"

"Yes, but..."

"No buts. It's that, or nothing."

"Barbara..."

"That or nothing. You'll get no more Bruno cock until you follow through. I'll give you a choice. You can come right out and make a full confession, backing up everything Rachel will tell them, or you'll do it in a subtle way, bringing them along slowly but surely."

"Oh, Barbara. You're asking the impossible. I could never be a teacher and an acknowledged mutt slut."

"I think you can. I doubt anyone else could, but you could. It's your choice, but your students must be made aware of your avocation: mutt slut. I insist. They're going to be told regardless, so I see no further harm in coming clean. Still, how you do it is up to you."

Judy turned the implication over in her passion-racked mind and knew the truth of Barbara's words. The deed had already been done. They would know the truth, and many would believe or want to believe. The idea of bringing them in on her dirty secret began to take hold and she saw possibilities. She could be swept up in the current of denial, or she could lead them to the bizarre truth, for the truth was, Judy Elders was a dog slut, one that craved a steady diet of Barbara, Rachel, and Bruno regardless of the consequences.

With a look of resignation, she said, "I'll be subtle. I'll shave. I'll come in on Monday without panties on."

"Subtle was a poor word choice. Sly is better. When you shoot your trick beavers on Monday, they should be anything but subtle. If Rachel tells me that anyone thought you weren't flashing your naked cunt on purpose, the deal's off."

"Oh, God, Barbara. You're going to ruin me."

"Not if you handle this right. You should have them mesmerized and in the palm of your hand by Friday. If you can't strip naked and masturbate in front of the whole class by Friday, you're not doing it right."

"Is that what I have to do--strip naked and masturbate?"

"You have until Friday to get this class conditioned to that degree. Whether you follow through or not is entirely up to you. I know you, Judy. If you had them that conditioned, you could not resist. You're a closet flasher and exhibitionist, but you're coming out of the closet."

"You're right; I am; I'd love to do that just once. Do you really think I can get away with it? Honestly?"

"I know so. I'd suggest you build to that. I would think Monday would be too soon, but you're the teacher. You decide when the time is right, but Friday at the latest. That is, if you want to see us, same time, same place, on Saturday."

Rachel rubbed her hands together with glee and cried, "Oh, boy, this is gonna be a great week."

Judy looked to Rachel and saw one of her typical sixth-grade female students, poor attention span and all. The boys would be even more eager, she realized. Her hands wandered down to her fevered loins and shamelessly played there, bringing forth another excited declaration from the girl.

Judy said, "All right, Barbara. I'm going to do this. I'll back-up whatever Rachel tells them, but in a subtle way. On Monday, I'll be sly bordering on obvious. I guarantee you that every student will see, first-hand, that there's not a single hair below my belly button. I am a trick beaver shooter, but ignoring the mirrors is my specialty. I won't ignore them on Monday; I'll acknowledge and tolerate them. That should prove interesting."

"I should think so."

"I've always wanted to teach an entire class period in the nude. I'm going to do that, by Friday at the latest. I'll earn that next session. Right now, I feel like I'd sell my own mother to white slavers for another Bruno fuck. I was hoping you'd take the hint and make me masturbate in front of the class as a condition. That's the only way I could do something like that, but if I were told I had to, I'd do it, in this position, lying on my desk."

"In that case, you have to."

Judy smiled then said, "I want to know something up front, not that knowing will make any difference, but where is this leading? I know you won't stop there. Where are we headed?"

Barbara hadn't given it much thought. She was surprised the game had gotten this far, and Judy was willing to go all the way. She thought briefly, then said, "Well, we're going all the way."

"What is 'All the way?'"

Barbara thought for a moment, then said, "Okay. You're going to become a sex education teacher. I want you to teach your students everything you know about sex, first-hand, up-close and personal."

"Are you saying I'll be having sex with my students?"

"Yes, all of them, in class while the others watch."

"And I suppose I'll be seeing Bruno in class?"

"Why not. He's your lover. They'll know that on Monday. A demonstration is called for, don't you think?"

"I suppose. So what happens when this gets around?"

"If you handle this right, it won't. If it does, we have Steve. He can run legal interference for you. You can't be prosecuted in this county no matter how hard you try. Trust me on that. Rumors may spread, but no one can prosecute a rumor. Steve and Don Hightower, the superintendent of schools, are great friends and they're both in tight with Estelle Greyson. They love this shit. I don't know your principal, but Estelle hired him. He must be one of them."

"He is, but what about the parents?"

"I keep forgetting you're not from here. You still don't get it, do you?"

"Get what?"

"Estelle Greyson owns everything and everyone in the county, as did her father before her, and his father before him going back to reconstruction days."

"I understand that."

"What you don't seem to understand is, we're all toys to her. It's been that way for as long as anyone can remember, only the face of the Greyson changes. Estelle likes child molesters. She recruits and places them in key positions. Even the churches get molester clergy. If a preacher gets defrocked in Iowa, and we have a church of his flavor, she'll run the good man out and fly in the pervert. Same with the schools, Child Social Service, police. Anyone charged with looking after our children is highly qualified to really look after them. That's why we have this problem with a lack of qualified teachers. For years, they have hired unqualified teachers and never pushed them to get qualified."

"Are you saying they're all child molesters?"

"No, but a significant percentage are, and almost all of the unqualified are."

"That would be a third of this school."

"That's right. Furthermore, they have very little to fear. No one chases offenders. The police will violate any victim brought to them and harass anyone who brings or tries to press charges. Prosecutors don't prosecute. Sexually molesting children is no crime here and never has been. Hurt one and they'll hang you, but get caught fucking one and you'll likely get promoted."

"I had no idea it was that bad."

"In our case, that good. We're one of them, now. Start thinking like them."

"That won't be easy. Parents scare me."

"These parents shouldn't. Every parent you deal with grew up here and knows the score. When a couple has a cute little girl, they know she'll grow up running a gauntlet of child molesters and likely wind up pregnant by one before she even thinks about going steady with a boy her own age. We don't like it, but we're resolved to it. We certainly know better than to pitch a bitch about it. Those who can't deal with it, leave the area long before their little darling becomes fertile. The rest resign themselves to run the gauntlet and hope for the best."

"Interesting. So how do I break it to them that their little darlings ran smack into a horny teacher and they'd better not make a fuss about it. I have no power, not me personally."

"If you start throwing your weight around, they'll assume you do. Work on them. You're good at that. Come right out and tell them you plan to teach sex education but your methods are controversial and unorthodox. Get them to sign a consent form granting you a totally free hand. They'll see it for what it is, permission to sexually molest their child. If you don't try to be subtle about it, they'll assume you're well connected, shrug, sigh, and sign the fucker. The kid is yours, and that's an example of a hard case. Most have been hoping someone like you would come along."

Judy pondered this idea and said, "That's an interesting idea. You know, with all the shit that's going on at the high school, I just might be able to pull this off without drawing too much attention. I suppose you've heard the rumors."

"I only hear what Steve tells me, but from what I hear, you'd be hard pressed to draw attention away from the high school principal. He's another one hired by Estelle. From what I hear, he's pulling out all stops, going balls to the wall. He's certainly the boldest we've ever had."

"Yes, and parents don't seem to be a problem."

"No, and you could have yours in the palm of your hand if you dressed properly for the private meeting. Seduce the parents, Judy. You could do it."

"I'll need time. We'll have to go slowly, at first. Before we get into anything heavy, I'll want signed consent forms in hand. I want to move any trouble-makers out of the class. I don't want to molest any child that doesn't want molesting and whose parents don't really mind. I don't want anyone fretting or crying over this."

"You should expect some of that. Parents feel a need to show the proper reaction--to the kid, to each other, even to the molester, but mostly to friends and neighbors. This will get around that way. People here like to talk about the sexual abuse they're forced to endure. It's a martyr thing for some and a crowd pleaser for others. It's a damn good way for a horny wife to make a sympathetic male's dick hard and get a hug."

"I understand. I can see through an act. I'm talking genuine hatred, anxiety, and real tears. I couldn't deal with that from a student or a parent. So far, I don't see any hard cases, and I've met most of the parents."

"Okay, handle them any way you please, but I still want this week to go as planned."

"It will."

Bruno returned, licked fucking fingers, then mounted the anxiety free professional educator and genuinely nice person. Judy shamelessly guided his cock in and cried out, "Fuck your horny slut, Bruno! Oh, God, FUCK ME!"

He fucked her--not God, the mutt. Pay attention.

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The second fuck was much better than the first, both for the recipient and the spectators. Bruno lasted much longer and his bitch fucked back from the first thrust. She had three powerful orgasms, then languished under him, holding onto her toes, savoring the unique sensation of being locked-up with her bestial lover while inquisitive female hands explored every inch of her body.

With Rachel on her tits and Barbara's fingers up her ass, Judy said to Barbara, "You're absolutely right; the kids need a demonstration."

"Yes, and they should all get the opportunity to feel what I'm feeling."

Rachel piped in, "Yeah, and feel what I'm feeling. She's got great titties. The guys are going to go nuts feeling her up." To Judy she said, "Are you going to let them suck on your titties?"

Judy smiled and said, "I intend to nurse the entire class before this is over. Your mother's going to get whatever she wants. I'm hooked solid, now. Hell, I'm hung-up, and I wish I could stay this way forever."

Barbara said, "Just remember, if you ever need Steve's help, be prepared to put out. And if your husband gets hired, your ass will belong to Steve."

"He knows that. We discussed it. I hope he gets hired. I'd love to have my ass owned by a man who knew how to use a woman's ass."

"I'll put in a good word, but I don't want Steve or his current lover to know about our setup unless things go wrong. This is my hobby. Do you understand that, Rachel? Don't tell anyone outside your class, and make sure none of them blab this around. If they do, they might blow everything. You'd better make certain they understand that."

"They won't blab. We already made a pact. We don't want her to lose her job. We can keep a secret if we want to."

"I know you can. Just see that they understand the consequences of telling even one person. This news will spread like wildfire."

"We know that. Nobody has told so far, otherwise everyone in school would know we got to see Mrs. Elder's panties everyday. Everybody's on the lookout for a blabbermouth. They know, if we find out, we'll track them down and they'll be in for it."

Judy listened and was relieved. She said, "Are you kids really that concerned about keeping this secret?"

"Yes. You're the best teacher we ever had, and if you go, Coach Mathews will take over. We hate him. If you do like you say, we'll be even more careful. If you're going to teach us all about sex, we'll kill the kid that screws everything up."

Judy looked to Barbara and said, "I find this most encouraging. I'm feeling much better, much more daring. Monday will be a great day."

Barbara said, "You'd better go easy, Judy. Don't get too carried away. Remember, we want to go the distance. Warm them up. Feel them out. Get the parents on-board. Then we'll get nasty."

"No, I understand. I'm just saying the goal looks attainable. My first customers are due here any minute. Robby Stewart is coming with both parents--Jay and Sandra Stewart. Do you know them?"

"No, should I?"

"No, it's just that they'll be perfect to start with. Robby is my little sex maniac. Every time they've been called in, it's because Robby did something sexual, and this time it's because he flipped up the back of my skirt as I brushed past him."

Rachel said, "Yeah, Mom. It was cool. He didn't just flip the skirt, he lifted it. He showed us her whole ass and she had on these tiny French type panties that were practically nothing. The back part was in the crack of her ass. He sits up front and we all got a good look at her bare buns."

"It's true. He's a real daredevil, and his parents think his antics are cute. They'll be easy, especially after what he did and after they see how I respond to it. I'll rebuke him the way they do."

"Great. I wish we could stay, but we'd best be going. We can't be too obvious."

"No, stay until they arrive. I'd like Robby to see the dog leave, and I'd like them to get a good look at your outfit. I won't wear the bra or panties, and if some cum leaks down my leg while we're talking, saying our good-byes, so much the better."

"You are serious about this, aren't you. All right. You know them better than I do. I'm game if you are. Still, we'd better get you two uncoupled. It's almost three o'clock."

Barbara pulled Bruno off. He came out easily. Rachel helped Judy get dressed. They had to wipe her or the obvious would be too obvious. They put the room back in order, and were wiping off books when the knock came. Rachel went to answer the door and admitted a short dark-haired woman, a tall, lanky man, and his smaller carbon copy, Robby.

Robby took one look at Barbara, saw the dog, glanced at his teacher, then met Rachel's excited eyes. Rachel said, "Hey, Robby. Thanks for the show yesterday."

Robby gave her a your-welcome grin, then looked to his parents who were adding up two and two, not yet coming up with four, but when Judy set the last book on the shelf, showing the wet ass and crotch of her shorts, stood, and turned to face them, revealing a running slick line down the inside of her right thigh, they both thought, "FOUR!"

Judy ignored their incredulous looks and hard stares, stares that darted from her pointed nipples to her leaky thighs, to the dog and back. She excused herself and walked Barbara to the door. Rachel followed holding on to Bruno's leash. As the dog followed Judy, he gave her legs a licking. She blindly reached back and fanned at his muzzle that kept moving up her leg.

When they stopped at the door, Barbara made no move to help, and Rachel just held to a slack leash. Judy, with her back to the Stewarts, got her cunt licked while the Stewarts watched with open mouths.

They couldn't actually see him licking her cunt, but he had her shorts pushed up to her ass cheeks and was licking her through a leg hole between the legs as he stood behind her. Judy danced in place as though trying to avoid the tongue, lightly pushing at the dog's head as he devoured her pussy and Barbara stalled the parting for several long minutes.

After giving the Stewarts a most provocative show, she eased the trio out, then shut the door behind them. Turning with her back to the door, she faced the Stewarts and quietly said, "That is the rudest animal I have ever encountered, and that woman will do nothing to control him."

The Stewarts simply smiled knowingly.



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Sex 101


She made her way past the Stewarts and went to her desk. She took a seat behind the desk, facing the three who sat in the chairs provided for them. Jay and Sandra sat with Robby in the middle. Robby wore a grin, but his parents were still thinking about the "FOUR" they'd added two and two to arrive at.

Judy left no doubt in anyone's mind that the dog had screwed her. They saw semen leaking down both legs, watched the dog lap it up, and when he got his tongue up her twat, Judy stood in a slight squat to receive it. She didn't mean to be that obvious, but once that magnificent tongue got deep in her pussy, she didn't give a fuck what they saw or thought. By the time Bruno cleaned out her twat, Judy left no doubt in anyone's mind.

Judy said, "Well, let's get down to business, shall we?"

Her panties laid on the desk between them, and their eyes rested on those panties. The bra was on the floor by Jay's left foot. Placing the panties there was Rachel's idea. Judy acted like she just noticed the panties and moved them to a drawer. Jay smiled, then reached down and tossed the bra to her. Sandra rolled her eyes as Judy thanked him and put the bra away.

Robby's grin became a knowing smile as Judy said, "As you know, I'm still having trouble with our little Robby." Addressing the devil boy, she said, "Did you tell them what you did to me yesterday?"

He said, "No, I figured you would."

"You figured right."

Addressing his parents, she said, "I moved Robby to the front of the class, center seat, hoping this move might curb his adventures. That was a big mistake. As I walked past, he lifted the back of my skirt clear to my back, exposing all of my backside to the entire class."

Sandra mockingly said, "Robby, that's awful. If your teacher wants her backside exposed to the entire class, she's quite capable of doing that herself."

Jay said, "He's just like his Daddy."

Judy stood and came to stand in front of the desk before Robby. All eyes went to her glistening thighs and the long run of cum traveling down the right thigh as she leaned back on the desk to say, "Yes, it was awful. To make matters worse, I'd chosen that day to wear by briefest panties, one of those French-cut panties from Ginger's Bautique, my husband's favorite."

Jay said, "My favorite, too."

Sandra said, "I think I know what those kids must have seen. You must have been mortified."

"I was. I may as well have been naked. That's my own fault. I'm faulting Robby for lifting my skirt, which was bad enough even if I'd been wearing a decent pair of panties."

Sandra said, "I suppose you'll be moving him to the back row."

"Not necessarily. If he'll promise not to do that again, he can stay up front."

Jay said, "Robby, promise her." Robby promised.

Judy smiled, ruffled his hair, then said, "Your promises aren't much good, but I'd rather have you up front where I can keep my eye on you, even if it causes me occasional embarrassment. Robby, would you wait outside for a little bit. I'd like to speak to your parents alone."

Robby got up and left. Judy waited until he was out the door before saying, "I brought you in because there's something else I need to discuss. I want to teach sex education. These kids need this information, and they need it straight and to the point. The school would not approve of my methods, so I'm taking this up with the parents. I want your okay to do this as I see fit."

Sandra said, "I just want to know one thing. Will this instruction cover bestiality? Most don't."

Judy blushed, but said, "I plan to, yes."

"Then you have our blessing. My only concern is, do you have experience in this area. Are you qualified to teach bestiality?"

Sandra was not being subtle one bit. It was not her question, it was her hard stare at the run of dog cum seeping down the teacher's leg as she asked the question. Bruno wasn't as thorough as she'd thought, but the run was mostly her own lubricants. Judy replied, "I've been doing research."

Sandra smiled knowingly and said, "Yes, we can see you have. So, how was he, aside from being messy?"

"Excellent."

Jay said, "We want to be present when you get to that part."

"I'm afraid having parents here would be a distraction. I'm still doing research. Perhaps you'd like to be present for that."

He said, "That'll do."

"Be here next Saturday at two, without Robby."

Sandra said, "We'll be here. Is that all you wanted to discuss?"

"That's all. I'll be sending home a sealed letter with Robby on Monday. It's a consent/release. Sign it and return it, then be here on Saturday. Oh, and don't be hard on Robby for what he did. We'll work it out."

Sandra said, "We wouldn't dream of being hard on him. He has hard-ons enough from being in your class. Personally, I think he did you a favor. You can use the exposure."

Judy smiled and said, "I won't argue that. So far, he's done an excellent job, but I'm sure he could do better with just a little encouragement. Shall we call him back in? I have a plan that I think will meet with your approval."

Judy went to the door and readmitted the offender. She walked with him to his seat and stood before him once again to say, "Robby, I've talked this over with your parents and we've arrived at a solution. Every time you expose me, you'll receive one demerit. When you earn ten, I'll report this fact to them. You will then go to bed without dessert. Do you understand?"

Robby looked to his smiling parents, then to Judy and said, "Sure. Sounds great."

"Then, we're all set. See you Monday morning, and I'll be seeing you two next Saturday."

Jay stood and said, "We wouldn't miss it for the world."

On the way out, Sandra leaned close and whispered, "We need to talk privately." Sandra then ushered the guys out, saying, "Wait in the car. I need a few words with the teacher."

She shut the door after them, then pushed Judy's back to the wall and sent a hand inside her shorts. She cupped the sopping wet pussy as Judy remained passive to the assault. As fingers entered, Sandra said, "You fucked that damn dog! You magnificent slut, you actually fucked that mutt! Really, how was it? I've always wondered."

"It was great, the best ever. You'll see on Saturday."

Sandra roughly pushed the T-shirt up over Judy's breasts and fondled the tits saying, "God, I've been dying to get at these beauties. Damn, they're gorgeous."

While watching the woman devour her big titties, Judy said, "I'm glad you like them, although you'll get no milk if that's what you're after."

Judy leaned against the door frame with just her shoulders touching, holding up both tits to the famished woman's mouth and mauling hands. This went on for several minutes, punctuated with trips to grope pussy. Sandra eventually sated her lust and eased off with the mouth action to say, "I see what you're doing, and I love it. I'm the one that put Robby up to it. I knew you'd be thrilled. Was it really that good?"

"Great! He couldn't have picked a better day to try that stunt."

"Yeah, he told us. He'll get better. We rarely serve dessert anyway. Look, I can help with some of the other parents. I know several of them quite well. We did some swinging with Cheryl and George Babcock, Brenda's parents. Georgette Hardy, Tanya's mom, was my lover for almost a year. I'm bisexual. She's a lesbian. These people you can be up-front with. You don't need to pussy-foot around."

"Thanks. I appreciate this information. Frankly, I think the Chambers will be my only hang-up."

"Shit, no. Donna and Larry Williams will be easy as well."

"Oh, good. I love the twins, Tabatha and Bobby. I'd love to watch them fuck."

"So would their parents. They'd both get in line to watch bugs fuck, and the twins are all they have at home. Some of the others you'll need coaching to handle them right. If I don't know them that well, I know who does. Barbara Henderson was the only one I knew nothing about, but you two appear to be on good terms."

"We are when I do exactly as she says."

"Then do exactly as she says. I can also feel people out. I'm a social butterfly, known for popping in on people. I'm also known to be quite direct. If there's a problem parent, I'll find out for you."

"I really appreciate that, Sandra."

"I thought you might, but I want something in return."

"Anything. What?"

"In this sex education class of yours, I want you to preach incest. Make it the most natural thing on earth. There's nothing wrong with it."

"I believe that."

"Others don't. I want Robby ready to jump my bones after one class. That horny little shit is driving me up a wall, but he won't make a move on me. He's fucking his big sister raw, but I'm not getting any. He's hung up about being a mother fucker. Change that. Make mother fuckers out to be real men. Mothers are the whores real men practice on. The message they should get should be to treat your mother like a whore, and she'll respond like a whore."

"Some of these mothers aren't going to like that, Sandra."

"Don't you believe it. If you spent any time with a horny young teenage boy that is always trying to get a peek at your goodies, but won't make a move on you, you'd know."

"You forget, I spend time with a dozen, five days a week. You're right, but I'm not their mother."

"There isn't one of those mothers that wouldn't cream her knickers if her little stud walked up to her, sent his hand up her dress, grabbed her by the cunt, and said, 'Quit teasing me, bitch, and give me some pussy.'"

Judy laughed at the idea, because Sandra demonstrated on her, lifting her to her toes by the cunt. Judy said, "I may have to rethink my lesson plan after all. It works for me."

"It works for all. We're all whores deep down, and whoring at home is safe and convenient. Well, do we have a deal?"

"Yeah, I guess so. I could sure use your help."

"You've got it. I'll get to scouting right away. You start working on those little mother fuckers."

"What about the Daddy fuckers?"

"Do you even have to ask? Show me a man that wouldn't fuck his little girl if she came-on to him the right way, or a little girl that wouldn't come-on to her daddy if she knew how."

"What is the right way? I always wondered."

"She comes to him, naked, with a finger in her pussy, pouting lips, saying, 'Daddy, my pussy itches.'"

Judy laughed and said, "That's where I went wrong. I just sat on his lap, fully clothed, and made his dick get hard."

"A waste of time. My way works every time."

"How many daddies do you have?"

"One biological, three stepfathers, four uncles, two grandfathers, and one great-grandfather who was really great on his back."

"A pro. I might have guessed. Okay, incest is best. Anything else?"

"Yes, bisexuality is next best. Get these girls thinking bisexual. Some of these mothers don't have sons, and they need taking care of, too. Show me a woman who wouldn't love to share a roof with a pussy lapper."

"I suppose you have a plan for them as well."

"One mother, two stepmothers, two sisters, three aunts, two grandmothers, and two great-grandmothers that were great on their backs. I do have a plan, and it works every time."

"And just what is this secret formula?"

"Mommy, can I look at your vagina? I want to see where I came from?"

"That works on an aunt?"

"No, but this does: 'Can I look at your vagina up close? I'm dying to see what a grown-up one looks like, and I can't see mine very well."

"Hmmm, I see your point. Who could refuse such an innocent request?"

"Nobody ever has, that's how I know it works. Once they show you what it looks like, they never mind if you find out what it tastes like. Teach it. The mothers will thank you."

"I think I shall, Sandra. I like being thanked for corrupting the morals of minors."

"I'll thank you if you do it right. I'd better go. I'd suck you off, but you have a twat full of dog cum. I have my scruples."

"Oh, damn, and I was so looking forward to it. Before you go, I have one more appointment due here at four. What advice can you give me on dealing with Jack and Carol Hastings? They're bringing their daughter, Tiffany."

"This is your lucky day, Judy. Carol and I are close. We share fantasies. One of her biggies involves Tiffany in the hands of a nice child molester. She spies while he does his dirty deed, and this is a fantasy she has carried out in real life several times."

"Does her husband know?"

"Oh, yeah. They're open about their fantasies, that's how I know what his are. Jack has one along those lines, but he's into the rough stuff. He likes to pretend they get abducted by a gang and he's forced to watch the brutal rape of his wife and daughter. You could play off both fantasies in your teacher role. This rape gang that's being run out of the high school has them both creaming their jeans, but they aren't likely to be targeted. What is she being called in for?"

"Excessive tardies and talking in class."

"Perfect. She needs a bare-bottom spanking doesn't she?"

"Would they tolerate that?"

"Of course, they'll love every second if you don't pussy-foot around and make it clear from the get go that this is just an excuse to molest the kid."

"How obvious can I get?"

"The more the better. The sooner they put their defenses down the better. Get them horny before you bring up the need to administer a bare-bottom spanking. Oh, and the child should be stripped naked for this spanking. Bind her arms behind her back, then lay her across your lap with her juicy parts aimed at the parents."

"I couldn't do that, could I?"

"That's what they want, and if you don't get your fingers wet, they'll be terribly disappointed."

"You wouldn't steer me wrong would you?"

"Never. I don't want anything to go wrong. You're my key to gratification. If this all goes well, you'll open a lot of doors for me."

"I'll have to mull this over. This seems awfully risky."

"Judy, there is no risk, not with those two, and you know what a passive little doll Tiffany is. She's a molester's dream. They've been grooming her for this all her life. This won't be her first bare-bottom spanking, and she's been conditioned to obey all adults, even strangers. Carol will only hire male adults as sitters, and she gives them absolute authority. If that kid's a virgin, I'll suck dog cum from your pussy."

"Hummm, interesting. I suppose I have to trust your judgment at some point. My fingers could use wetting, especially in that adorable little honey pot of Tiffany's. I haven't had a little girl since I was a little girl."

"I like you, Judy Elders. I'll stay in-touch. Later."

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After Sandra left, Judy could think of nothing but prepubescent pussy. Availing herself of a beardless clam, one that played prominently in her fantasies. The one between Tiffany's legs had the aroused teacher's mind working in high gear. Partaking of the forbidden fruit while the parents watched was something Judy had never considered. The idea was just too far out, but the far-out idea quickly took root, shot up, took on branches, and bore fruit.

She checked the time. She had twenty minutes. The outfit she had on would never do, besides, it was wet in the crotch from all the seepage. She had a much better outfit at home, less than a mile away. She decided she had time, placed a note on the door, and ran to her car. She beat the Hastings back by thirty seconds. They were pulling up as she entered the classroom.

She quickly slipped on the four-inch heels, brushed out her hair, hiked the already dangerously short skirt to a level that would mean an immediate arrest if she ventured out in public. The tight hemline cut across her pussy, leaving the bottom portion exposed to anyone sitting at eye level.

She raised the hem to check her hasty shave, satisfied that she'd done a fair job and didn't nick herself considering how quickly she performed the operation. She reset the skirt and adjusted the see-through blouse worn without a bra. As an after-thought, she unbuttoned two more buttons, rendering the see-through factor moot as a slight bend forward laid them bare.

She wore an outfit that would set the tone from the first hello. No teacher, even on a day off, would wear such a get-up. No hooker would wear so little standing on a dark street corner. She was practically naked. When the knock came, Judy jumped, even though she expected it. Her nerves were that keyed.

The door opened to reveal a picture from a family album right out of the American heartland, only their eyes were wider and their mouths hung open. Carol looked as normal as apple pie, and appeared to have just come from baking one. Plain was an understatement. Jack looked like he might enjoy watching a little girl getting raped. He needed a shave, a haircut, new shoes, and a bath.

In sharp contrast to both of her parents, cute little Tiffany stood in a nice dress, her Sunday best, no doubt, because she never wore dresses to class. Her full mane of auburn hair was teased full like a lion's mane which served to frame a face that belonged on a fairy princess. The dress she wore looked too small with the top fitting tight and the skirt sticking out starting at hip level to reveal most of her legs. She wore bobby socks and patent leather pumps. She was dressed to molest. Judy smiled big and welcomed them in.

She walked ahead of the them, putting an exaggerated sexy sway to her step, showing the lower crests of her ass cheeks as she did. When she got to her desk, she turned to face the three taking seats.

Three pairs of eyes zeroed in on her exposed pussy. The pair belonging to Carol were set in a face that took on the unmistakable blush of arousal. Jack's were bugged out. He sat with an erection, obviously spawned by her sexy walk. It was Tiffany's eyes Judy was most interested in now that she knew Sandra hadn't misled her.

She appeared to be in shock, though mesmerized by the sight of her teacher's bare pussy so shamelessly displayed. Her eyes tried to look up, but each time would fall as though weighted. When Judy boldly leaned back against the desk and placed her straight arms back for support, there was no more looking up. Her pussy, from the start of her crack to the bottom was out for all to see: clit, major labia, minor labia, the full slit, an elongated pink oval of interior flesh and a hint of hole.

She said, "I called you here because Tiffany needs discipline. Since our last meeting, she has gotten worse, not better. Obviously, you two need help. I intend to see that Tiffany learns a lesson she'll never forget. My methods may seem harsh and crude, but they are effective. With your permission, I'd like a totally free hand with her."

Carol cleared her throat and said, "Of course. Whatever you think is best. We'll go along with anything, anything at all."

Jack said, "That's right. You're the teacher, and I do like the way you dress."

Judy smiled to Jack and said, "This is my dress-to-impress outfit. It makes an impression on young minds."

"It's making a fucking impression in my god damn pants."

Carol berated, "Jack, cool it! This is serious business. She's not here to entertain a truck driver."

"Well, she's doin' a damn good job. If that skirt rises any higher, I'll blow a fuckin' cum gasket."

Judy could see that Jack wanted to get a party going, an orgy, but that wasn't what she had in mind. She addressed Jack, saying, "Carol's right, we must be serious, but if you find this entertaining, that's fine. All I ask is that you refrain from talking during the discipline session. Afterward, I'd like to speak with each of you, in private, alone. That's when you can offer your critique of my method. That is, if that's what you both want."

Jack said, "Hell, yeah, that's what we both want. Let's get this show on the road. My critique's about to bust through my zipper."

Indeed it was, but he had a simple solution: he unzipped. He hauled out a respectable eight-inch, thickly-veined, meaty cock and began jacking off.

Judy wasn't too surprised, but by the look on Tiffany's face, the little girl was. This told Judy that the girl was seeing her father's cock for the first time, which was another surprise. Even Carol looked surprised and shouted, "Jack, honestly, put that thing away! How can you do that in front of Tiffany?"

"By the way things are going, I figure it's coming out sooner or later anyway, why not at the start."

Judy could see that Carol was upset. Her vulgar husband was spoiling everything for her. Judy wanted them both to get satisfaction, but Jack seemed bent on venting his lust at the expense of everyone else. The man was a pig, but he had a nice dick.

Judy thought hard and thought fast, trying to salvage the session before Carol became too upset. She addressed herself to Carol, cutting off another attack, saying, "Mrs. Hastings, Jack's fine. I intended to ask him to expose his genitals later on, but doing so now works just as well."

This took the wind out of Carol's sails. She sat back and simply said, "Oh."

Judy went on, "Actually, since he started, perhaps you'd like to get ready. I'll be asking you to expose your genitals as well--your breasts, too."

"Me? Well... I, uh..."

"It's part of my technique, a very important part. I can't demand you cooperate in this regard, but in the interest of your child's development, I should think you'd want to cooperate."

"Well, yes, of course, but..."

"You needn't do it now, but be ready when I ask."

Jack said, "Shit, Carol, do it now. Strip them things off, gal. Get naked. It's just friends and family here, right, teach?"

Judy turned cold eyes on Jack and decided to cool his ardor. He was way ahead of the game and needed cooling. She said, "Mr. Hastings, show some respect for these proceedings or we'll end this now. This is not a bordello. This is a classroom."

"Hey, excuse the fuck outta me. I was just taking my cues from you. If you say it's a classroom, it's a classroom, but you're dressed for a bordello. You sure don't look like no teacher I ever saw."

"Then don't call me teach."

"Yeah, what should I call you--CUNT?"

She could tell he regretted saying the word as soon as it left his lips. She'd pacified Carol and pissed off Jack. His dick was probably raising hell with his mouth for blowing the best piece of ass he'd likely ever get. Judy figured him for a guy that chased pussy, and Carol for a wife that knew and tolerated that. With that in mind, she went to him and straddled his lap. She sank on his cock before he knew what she was up to. He slid in easily owing to the residual dog cum still inside a slobbering wet pussy.

Facing him with his dick lodged deep, not moving a muscle, she pulled her top outside her breasts and said, "I prefer bitch. If you call me teach or cunt one more time, this will be all the critique you get. Do we have an understanding?"

Staring hard at the finest set of hooters he'd ever seen, he said, "Sure. Whatever you say."

"Good. This is my classroom, and in my classroom, I call all the shots."

"You're the bitch of the classroom. I understand."

"Good." Judy rose slowly until his dick, slimy and wet, flipped from her hole and slapped his heavy Peterbuilt belt buckle, making him wince. Judy caught Carol out of the corner of her eye. She looked amazed. Tiffany looked ghostly white, wide-eyed and mouth agape. The tone of the session was now firmly set.

Judy said, "Tiffany, take off your clothes." When Tiffany hesitated, Jack grabbed her and practically tore the dress off her. He did tear the panties off. Tiffany took off her own shoes and socks with trembling fingers.

Carol knew she'd get to see her child molestation fantasy played out without the usual sneaking and peeking. Jack knew he'd be getting more pussy, and Tiffany knew she'd be getting it, period. Judy, now confident of success, turned to Carol and said, "Now, would you care to get undressed? I'd prefer you took everything off. It'll be easier that way."

Carol stood and said, "Yes, of course. Whatever's easier."

They watched Carol methodically remove items of clothing until she was down to her cotton panties. She had saggy breasts and stretch marks on her tummy, but looked good otherwise. She had great legs and not an ounce of flab in her thighs or lower abdomen. She had a prominent pubic mound with a bulging pussy that made her look like a man wearing panties.

As she went for the panties, Judy said, "No, let Tiffany remove them." Carol stopped dead. Judy addressed the surprised girl, saying, "Tiffany, get down on your knees before your mother."

Jack cried out, "Hot damn!"

Judy quickly shushed him with a stern look and a finger to her lips. Jack made a zip across his tight smiling lips. Tiffany slowly knelt at her mother's feet and waited. Judy said, "Remove your mother's panties slowly. No, not with your hands--with your teeth."

Carol moaned as Tiffany looked over her shoulder to see if her teacher was serious. Judy raised her voice saying, "Do not question anything I tell you to do. Just do as you're told. Put your arms behind your back and hold them there. Get busy."

Judy retrieved a neck tie she'd brought from home and stooped to bind the girl's arms tightly at the elbows. Tiffany bit the waist band of her mother's panties just below the belly button as Carol watched in awe, captivated by the sight. With the arms secure, Judy stepped to the side to watch. Tiffany inched the panties down by taking bites along the edge and pulling down. She soon had pubic hairs to deal with and had trouble taking bites without taking hairs.

Carol looked enthralled and weak in the knees as her daughter's face came in frequent contact with her mound, tickling hairs as she moved about, her hot breath heating the area between her legs. Carol could have made the task easier by keeping her knees together, but her knees kept drifting out. By the time Tiffany had to deal with the crotch, her mother's knees were two feet apart and her pussy was tilted up and into her daughter's face.

Tiffany's face was red as a fire truck as she had to take careful nips in the crotch. She'd freed the panties from her mother's ass, but the crotch fought back owing to her wide stance. This forced her to keep working in the crotch area. With her mother's pussy now exposed and jutting with its full, fleshy, cunt guts exposed, Tiffany had a tricky challenge not to get wet while getting bites of material.

Judy found the sight wildly erotic owing in part to the obscene-looking cunt Carol possessed. This was no pussy, this was a cunt. Judy never saw such a cunt. It looked like the woman's insides were spilling out from a crack between her legs. The dark abundant hairs made a striking contrast to all the pink meat she displayed. Of course, Tiffany was seeing it up-close and personal, and getting wet as a result. To her, it looked like a raw meat taco smothered in hair with way too much sauce.

Another factor that added to the eroticism was Carol's inability to control her excitement. She wasn't trying to be difficult, but her legs refused to cooperate, and her pussy demanded attention. She seemed ashamed of herself while at the same time loving every second.

Every time Tiffany's face came in contact with wet tissue, Carol moaned. The panties were finally clear of the crotch and clear of hairs. The rest went rather easy because Carol was able to get control of her legs and stand straight once her daughter's wet face got past the pussy.

Carol stepped free, but in replanting her feet, planted them farther apart. She stood in a Wonder Woman pose, inviting more pussy play. Her pussy was, in fact, jutted out toward Tiffany's face when the confused girl again sat up straight with the panties in her teeth.

Judy had no plan and was winging it as she went. She took cues from Carol, so on seeing the pose, said, "Tiffany, do you know what a clit is?" Tiffany spit the panties out and said she did. Judy said, "Good, put your nose on your mother's clit."

Carol bit her lower lip as Tiffany moved forward and touched her nose to the hooded clit, lightly. Judy said, "Press in tight. Push on it."

This brought Tiffany's face into the meatiest and wettest part of the pussy. She was smothered in cunt guts, but held the pose. Judy said, "Will you ever be tardy again? Just shake your head, yes or no."

Carol moaned, "Oh God!" as Tiffany's head went side to side in her beaver.

Judy said, "Will you ever talk out of turn in class?" Again the head titillated her mother with a no answer.

Judy asked a series of no answer questions that had the mother on the verge of an orgasm and had the child's face covered in cunt slime. It was a bizarre sight to witness, especially when Carol began rubbing herself on Tiffany's face during the pauses. Carol moved up and down to compliment Tiffany's side to side. Together, the complementary motions thoroughly wetted all skin on Tiffany's face. Judy paused often and long to allow Carol to eventually reach orgasm. Tiffany got her face fucked by an all-meat taco.

After the orgasm, Carol collapsed back in her chair, keeping her knees wide to air out her sweltering beaver. Judy said, "Now, lick her pussy. Lick it all over. Lick it good. Pretend you're a dog and between your mother's legs is honey. Lick up all the honey, Tiffany. The honey is coming from her fuck hole, so lick that part good and get your tongue way up inside your mother's pussy."

Tiffany did as she was told and had Carol in a state of delirium, headed for another climax. Carol reached down with both hands to frame her sex and pull her spread wider. She placed fingertips on the lips and made that wider, too. Awed by the sight of her daughter licking deep inside her hole, Carol just stared.

Jack was about to cum, pounding his dick. Judy placed her hand on his wrist and said, "Hey, take it easy, big fellah. Your turn is coming. You don't want to waste it, do you?"

When Jack stopped beating his meat, Judy straddled his lap in reverse, settling onto his dick with her back to him. Again, once he was deep inside, she sat still, effectively keeping him from playing with himself. He didn't seem to mind. He removed her blouse and played with her tits instead.

They both kept watch on the action to their right as Tiffany appeared to be getting into her role as a honey-starved dog. She had her mother quivering like a dog shitting razor blades. She did one thing dogs can't do--she paused from time to time to suck on cunt guts, throwing her mother into fits of ecstasy. Judy thought, "If Bruno could do that, he'd be the perfect dog."

Jack whispered in her ear, "I want to fuck the kid."

Judy squeezed his dick with her cunt muscles in reply. Judy leaned back to whisper, "I thought you had."

"No, the old lady won't let me near the kid."

"Is she a virgin?"

"If she is, it ain't for lack of trying. Carol's been throwing that kid to every pervert she meets. She don't think I know what she's doin', but I ain't stupid. She just don't want me gettin' any. She'll go along with you, though. Come on, Judy. I gotta have me some of that tight pussy." Judy gave him another pussy squeeze then settled back in his arms to watch the climax.

Carol's second orgasm made her piss. Tiffany didn't let the pissing pussy slow her down. With both hands braced on her mother's inner thighs, she sucked, slurped, and lapped at the wet maw that just kept getting wetter and wetter until a steady amber stream flowed from the piss hole.

To their utter amazement, Tiffany fastened her mouth on the entire clit area and began sucking hard and swallowing steadily. Carol's head fell back and she pissed freely in post orgasmic bliss, making a constant stream of pleasure moans to go with her constant stream of piss. When piss no longer flowed freely and had to be squeezed out, the moans came with each squeeze.

The final squirts were the most erotic to watch because they were deliberate with Carol looking right in Tiffany's eyes. After a pause to highlight the dramatic tension, Carol would lift into the mouth and squeeze out a moaning squirt which Tiffany sucked and swallowed as her mother's ass settled to the seat with a relieved, "Ahhhhhh..."

Carol dragged out this wicked finale for a good five minutes and a good dozen squirts until she gave the last and looked over to Judy with a look like a woman who just did something very nasty to her child and was very pleased with herself.

Judy smiled, then said, "Tiffany, come over here. Crawl to us on your knees."

Tiffany struggled to get back on her knees, then made her way to her father and Judy. She came to rest, kneeling between her father's parted knees. Judy leaned back with her legs out in the splits, presenting the girl with a shocking view of joined genitals, saying, "Lick us like you licked your mother."

Tiffany applied herself to the task as though born to it. Her fast-working tongue seemed to be everywhere at once. She sucked balls, sucked clit, and tried to wedge her tongue in alongside her daddy's cock. After a few delightful minutes, Judy had her stand and mount the chair they were sitting on.

This was a tricky maneuver as she had to find footing on the outside edges, but with Judy's help, she finally stood over them. Judy stared at the cute little bald cunny that hung in her face, then ran both hands up the girl's legs, converging in the crotch. There, she dallied. She played, once again, with a tight-lipped clam and smelled the familiar ripeness of sweet innocence and youth. She even took a few licks for old time's sake, then sat back.

Carol had crawled over and rested her arm on Judy's thigh with a good view of the action going on in Tiffany's crotch. Judy ignored Carol and kept toying with the girl's pussy. She sent a finger deep to test Sandra's theory. She was no virgin, and by the ease with which she took the finger, had not been for quite some time.

Judy raised off the cock and sat back higher on Jack's abdomen as he scooted his ass forward. Judy guided Tiffany by the hips. The girl knew what was expected, and brought her pussy to the head of her father's dick. She settled over it and then settled down it. The dick slid in almost effortlessly. Owing to the crowded space, she could not seat herself all the way down, but most of the cock was in her.

Judy cupped the girl's ass checks and began fucking the child on her father's dick, rubbing their clits together as she did, saying, "I see you've done this before, haven't you?" Tiffany gulped and nodded. "How many men have you fucked, Tiffany?"

"I don't know, maybe twenty."

Jack exclaimed, "TWENTY! Holy shit!"

Carol didn't act at all surprised and could probably provide the exact number. She kept silent and looked anxious as Judy queried, "When was the first? How old were you?"

"Five, I think. I know I was in kindergarten."

"About how many times have you been fucked by these twenty men?"

"I don't know. Hundreds, I guess."

Judy looked to Carol and said, "Were you aware of this?"

Carol put on an innocent face and said, "I'm shocked. I had no idea. I suspected a few of her sitters may have taken liberties, but it would appear they all did over the years. She never said a word about it, so I figured everything was okay. Men do make the best baby-sitters. I want someone mature that could deal with an intruder. That's why I only hired men."

Carol's defensive reply was not what Judy was after. She carefully worded her response to let Carol know she had nothing to hide and nothing to worry about. She said, "Well, it appears these men violated your trust, but it also appears Tiffany has been a bad girl. She had to lure these men for there to be so many, and her silence afterward is most suspicious."

Carol picked up the message and relaxed visibly as she said, "My thoughts exactly. Only a whore could lure so many men over so short a time."

Satisfied that they were back on track, Judy said, "Well, Tiffany, what have you to say for yourself? Are you a little whore?"

"No, honest, they just do it, and then they tell me not to tell anyone."

"You don't do anything to make them get hard and horny, is that what you're saying?"

"I don't do anything, but they get that way when they give me a bath."

Carol offered, "I insist she be bathed. You can't trust her to wash properly before bedtime."

The two women exchanged knowing looks and Judy returned her questioning to Tiffany, saying, "So, while your sitters wash you, they get horny for no reason."

"I think seeing a naked girl makes them that way. When they wash me between my legs, they get hornier. I get washed a lot down there."

Carol offered, "I insist they wash there, especially."

"As you should. That is a proper washing. [addressing herself to Tiffany] You know what I think, Tiffany?"

"No, what?"

"I think you're a little whore. You like fucking, don't you?"

"Well, it feels good most of the time."

"It feels great having a grown man's dick in you, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, sometimes, if it isn't too big. Some are way bigger than Daddy and they hurt a lot. If it doesn't hurt, it feels great."

"Now, tell us the truth. Did you spread your legs real wide when the men got to washing you between the legs?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so."

"Even after the first time you did that drove the man to want to fuck you, you kept on doing that, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, sorta."

"You know how to make a man want to fuck you, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know."

Judy turned to Carol and said, "There's your answer. You're raising a little cock-hungry whore."

"Yes, that would explain everything."

Judy asked Tiffany, "How does your Daddy's cock feel to you?"

"Great. His is just right."

"Would you like more?"

"Yes."

"I'll get up and give you more room. Show us how you fuck a man."

Judy stood, untied Tiffany's arms, then stepped away. Tiffany scooted closer and squatted until her ass mashed her father's pubic hairs flat. She placed her hands on his shoulders and began doing squats that took her to the tip and back down in rapid order, a drill that had Jack's eyes going cross-eyed. He groaned, "Jesus Fucking-'A' H. Christ! God damnit!"

Carol stood beside Judy to watch the exciting performance. She leaned over and whispered, "Who told you?"

Judy whispered back, "A birdie."

"A birdie named Sandra?"

Judy just smiled. They both turned their full attention to the illicit copulation and watched the little girl come alive now that she had control and knew she was in the company of people who didn't look down on little whores. She used her youthful energy to fuck the shit out of her father. He didn't last long and blasted off in her cunt. She expertly slowed her motion at the first sign of his climax and took up a milking action with her wide-kneed squats. Her cunt appeared to be sucking the sperm from his dick.

When Jack collapsed and was spent, Tiffany slowed her motion to a lazy stroke that soothed the tired organ. In this way, she kept the spongy organ from getting too soft without putting too much sensation into a tired fuck muscle. The women were amazed.

When they saw that Tiffany had coaxed another erection without losing the first, Carol said, "This is incredible. I don't believe my eyes."

Tiffany heard this and began showing off. She placed her hands on her hips and brought her cunt up so the tip just rested in the slimy groove of her sex. Both women took up viewing positions on either side, kneeling to bring their faces where the action was. Tiffany teased the tip, then sank slowly down. She raised half-way and did an obscene bump and grind like a seasoned stripper. She inspired more declarations of awe from both women, which inspired her to do more tricks.

She went low to grind their loins together while he was fully seated, then she came to the tip and did sensuous circles. She did a series of rapid plunges that had her father moaning and turned the sloppy mess in her crotch into a milky froth.

For her grand finale, she sat and spun around. She replanted her feet, then stood in a reversed squat holding to the forward edge of the seat. In this position, like an Olympic swimmer getting ready for the starting gun, she rapidly rode the full length of her father's dick, then just as he neared orgasm, she raised her ass high and engulfed him in her mouth. Jack cried out, "Oh FUCK!" as she sucked the cum from his balls like an industrial vacuum while her sloppy beaver waved in his face.

With the last dribble going down her throat, Tiffany stood to bask in the admiration of the perverted adults. Judy stood and lifted Tiffany, setting her on her feet on the floor. Carol came over and placed a loving arm around Tiffany's shoulder and said, "Sweetheart, that was amazing. Who taught you that?"

"Uncle Willy, Grandpa Smith, Barney, and Cousin Jake. They all taught me things, but it was mostly Uncle Willy. Did I do good?"

"You did great."

Judy said, "You did too great. I thought I'd get a fuck out of this, but look at him. You killed him." This brought laughs from all but Jack. He was dead--well, his dick was.

Judy explained her sex education plans to the Hastings, and they loved the idea. From Carol, Judy learned about more of the parents she'd be dealing with. Carol had a different circle of friends which included most of the people Sandra hadn't mentioned. Between Sandra and Carol, only three couples were in question, but Tiffany offered info on them that she'd gathered from talking to their kids.

The biggest shocker of all was Brad and Bonnie Stevens, Sharon Stevens' parents. By outward appearance, they looked straight as arrows, a handsome couple, both successful in careers with an only daughter that was not only stunningly beautiful, but an early bloomer. Carol assured her that Bonnie, her best friend, wanted their daughter to join them in a family threesome.

The sexy girl was driving them crazy, and they wanted her fucked. They wanted someone to break her in right so they didn't have to. Judy was elated. Her plan seemed workable with no one to spoil the fun. Tiffany also offered information on each of the students. She knew who was virgin and who was not. The children were very open with each other about their sexual experiences, and several of the girls had been screwing their relatives. Two were daddy fuckers--Joann and Karen, now joined by Tiffany.

She also knew which of the boys were screwing, which ones could ejaculate, who had the biggest dick, and who was fucking whom in the class. Robby, as it turned out, had nailed all the non-virgins which was six, exactly half of the girls, having taken three cherries during that school year which was just two months into the spring semester. Robby also had the biggest dick at seven inches and was quite the stud. No wonder he drove Sandra mad, Judy mused.

Judy was quite surprised to learn that the class she'd been with for six months was already a sex class and had progressed as far as they had on their own. It was her inspiration that made them that way, but she'd never done anything overt. Her guess would have been that all of the girls were virgins and all but two of the boys. Robby and Gary did not act like virgins. The others did.

Judy was tempted to tell them about her doggie adventure, but thought it would be best left as a surprise. When Rachel told her story, Tiffany and Robby could add theirs. When the class assembled on Monday morning, there'd be no doubters. Judy's wheels were already turning. She wanted that first exposure to be a doozie. A plan began to gel, one that required a partner.



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Sex Class--Day One


After the Hastings left, Judy got on the phone with Sandra. She told her all about the exciting meeting with the Hastings, then told her of the plan.

The plan was simple. She wanted Robby to use a fishing hook to hook the rear of her skirt and hang it to her top, high in the back, high enough to completely expose her naked ass, and high enough to pull the front up over her pussy mound. If he could practice the move so that he could deftly accomplish the hooking on a teacher slowly passing by his desk, she intended to pretend she was not aware. She also wanted a sign written on a three by five card that boldly declared: "I FUCK DOGS!"

Needless to say, Sandra loved the idea. Judy said she'd wear the same skirt she had on, then described the skirt she'd changed into. On Monday, she explained, the mini-skirt would be worn properly snugged down on her hips, so the hemline would be the normal mini-skirt length. She explained that she could not wear a mini-skirt on campus, but could wear a decent wrap-around that could be discarded once she entered the classroom.

The plan was set in motion, and Sandra said she'd have Robby practice all weekend on her until he could do it in his sleep. She suggested that Judy wear a tight-fitting sweater that would hook easily without pulling down. She also suggested they dull the point of the hook and use two hooks soldered at the eyelets--one to hook the hem of the skirt, the other to hang on the sweater. One would remain sharp, the other, dull. The plan just got better and better.

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By Monday morning, Judy was as nervous as a virgin bride on her wedding day. She'd spent her entire Sunday masturbating and rehearsing all the possible scenarios that could occur. She had a plan if Robby botched the hooking, and one if it went relatively well, and one if he did it perfectly.

She tried the outfit on many times with different top combinations, and finally settled on a red knit crop top that left her midriff bare. It went well with the mini-skirt; but like the skirt, could not be worn on campus. She figured, "What the hell, if I wear the skirt, I may as well go all out and wear the items that went with it to include four-inch heels." She modeled the combination, struck by the image she projected. She looked like a hooker.

The wrap-around was out. She needed a full cover and opted for a light coat. The early spring weather would call for a light coat, anyway, so no one should take notice if she kept it on outside the classroom.

She modeled the coat over her provocative attire and felt confident that no one would be the least suspicious. She could even be naked under the coat without drawing suspicions, since most of her blouses showed a bare upper chest and the hem of the coat was at the proper length for a short skirt, her usual attire.

The prospect of one day going off to teach a class without a stitch on for an entire day, made her attack her tired pussy for the tenth time, and it was only two in the afternoon. By bedtime, she was one tired and worn-out fuckeroo. At least, she got a good night's sleep. She even slept through a fuck, but that wasn't unusual. Remember, she was married to a lawyer.

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When she emerged from her car on Monday morning, she was glad she had the coat. The chill in the air swirled under the coat to tickle her near-naked body, reminding her of her obscene attire. As she walked across the campus to her special classroom, she was aware of the eyes she drew. They seemed to know what was under the coat, but in reality, it was the high heels, and the way they displayed her bare legs, the way they made her walk, that drew attention. Some, no doubt, were thinking she could be naked, wishful thinking.

Still, it was nothing unusual to draw attention to herself at the school. She fought back her insecurities, her fears, and moved confidently on to her classroom. There, she deposited her books and told one of the three students she found there to be the class monitor until she returned.

The kids she encountered knew nothing, or gave away nothing in their innocent expressions. Part of Judy's plan was to keep herself occupied in the teacher's lounge in order to give Rachel, Robby, and Tiffany time to fully recount their stories--a warmup act.

Judy found the lounge packed on the one day she hoped it would be quiet. It seemed everyone needed to use the copier as the office copier was down. Judy's excuse for staying away was to make copies, so she had no choice but to stay.

The teacher mix included office staff, so there were mostly women all crowded into the room designed to seat eight around a long table. She saw only two men, both teachers, and one was reputed to be gay. The other was a schmuck.

Every chair was taken, and eight more stood around. The schmuck had a chair and wasn't about to give it up to a lady. The room was hot and she soon appeared out-of-place wearing even a light coat.

No one took much notice, but eyes occasionally wandered over her bare legs to her high heels, unusual footwear for a teacher who stood all day. She heard whispering, and she felt the stares, but that wasn't at all unusual. It seemed that no matter what she wore, they'd stare and whisper. They'd pegged her for a slut on day one, and nothing short of a religious conversion to an order of nuns would change that. She had a few friends who thought she was cool, bold, and liked her independence, but most were cold and aloof, always finding something to criticize.

One of her friends, Connie Blackwell, sidled up to Judy and whispered, "I see you're wearing high heels and no panty hose. You must be a masochist."

Judy smiled and whispered back, "They go with what's under my coat."

"Really? Take the coat off. I dare you."

"I can't. I'm wearing a mini-skirt and crop top--a micro-mini, actually."

"You're shitting me?"

"No, I'm not. I've always wanted to do this. I finally got the courage. Today's the day."

"Take the coat off, Judy. You must."

"I'd love to, Connie. It's hotter than hell in here, but I can't. I'm serious. I'm dressed like a street-corner hooker."

"Do it, Judy. What can they do? Those that would complain have already complained. Their complaints fall on deaf ears. They know it's pointless to file complaints. We just lost two more teachers, and the state is coming down hard on the district. We're using way too many unqualified subs. We could lose accreditation along with state funding. That's the real pressure. That's why you don't get any static. It's not because they love you in the main office. Please, Judy, strike a blow for womankind. Strike a blow for indecency. Strike a blow for hookers with teaching credentials."

"Connie, stop pushing me. I'm telling you, I can't. I'm obscene under this coat." She leaned in closer to whisper, "I'm not wearing any underwear, either--no bra and no panties."

"Oh, God, you fucking slut! You're going to make me cum."

Judy smiled. Connie was one who could call her a slut and draw a smile. The woman was still pleading her case with her eyes. Judy was tempted to remove the coat, but it was Marge Rogers, her most vocal critic and busybody, drawing attention to the coat that swayed her.

Marge, from her seat at the table, stopped all conversation in the room as she loudly said, "Judy, you're burning up in that coat. Get comfortable. We'll be here awhile."

Connie nudged her, then reached for the shoulders in a move to assist removal. Judy was now on the spot with every eye on her. She had no choice and began undoing buttons. As the coat opened down the front, revealing a bare midriff, the braless top, and short skirt, not a sound was heard above the whine of a copy machine. When Connie drew the coat off, coffee mugs hit the table, mouths fell open, and a collective gasp was heard.

Uncomfortable with the attention, Judy turned her back to them and faced Connie who was looking over her body unabashedly, stunned by what she was seeing. When Connie finally looked her in the eyes, her features showed a bright red flush of excitement. She softly said, "Oh, you nasty little whore."

Judy whispered, "What are they doing?"

"What do you think they're doing. You have every eye running over luscious bare skin that no teacher in this school ever showed. Don't shy away, Judy. You just told them you're an exhibitionistic slut. Face them. Where's your bold, independent spirit? Show them you're not intimidated. Marge is gloating. Don't give her this pleasure. Don't even look humiliated. Damn you! I mean it. Turn the fuck around."

Judy thought, "Oh, God, why did I do that? I'm going to blow everything."

Connie said, "I'm moving. If you want to stand here facing a wall, go right ahead."

"No, Connie, please don't!"

It was no use pleading. Connie moved to refresh her coffee. Judy screwed-up her courage, took a deep breath, and turned to face the others while wearing a forced smile. Marge said, "Are you planning to turn a few tricks today, Judy? I hope you know these kids rarely carry much more than lunch money."

This made every lung suck air. Judy's hair stood up on her neck. Connie stopped pouring coffee. Judy fixed Marge with a defiant stare and said, "You would know."

Marge turned beet red as snickers and outright laughs broke out. She slammed her cup down, grabbed her papers, and left in a huff. Connie began applauding, and several others joined in. Two more female teachers got up and left in a huff, leaving Judy in a less crowded room of more tolerant people.

One third still looked with critical disapproving eyes, another third looked shocked but amused, and the other third were just plain amused. Connie was absolutely thrilled.

One of the critical group said, "Judy, you can expect Mr. Jennings to poke his head in the door. Marge is going straight for his office. If I were you. I'd put the coat back on."

Connie countered, "I say she leaves it off. What can he do?"

Another voice offered, "He can call the police, that's what he can do. What you have on is clearly obscene. I like it, but it is obscene."

The queer said, "He could, but he won't. I say she's safe. I'm with Connie."

Schmuck said, "Greg's right. There's not a damn thing Dick can do about this, and knowing Dick as I do, he won't want to do a damn thing but look."

A moderate voice offered, "Take my advice, Judy. When he gets you in his office, don't cower or back down. We all know you're an exhibitionist. You're not shocking anyone here. If you show fear, he'll walk all over you."

Connie added, "That's right, Judy. Stop trying to hide it. You have a great body. You like showing it. If I had a body like yours, I'd want to show it, too. If women were honest, I think they'd all agree. I think we'd all be exhibitionists if we had something worth exhibiting. I, for one, envy the hell out of you. If you back down, I'll be terribly disappointed in you. You're my hero, girl. Strut your stuff."

One of the moderates, June Bennet, raised her coffee mug in salute and surprised everyone by saying, "I'm with Connie. I salute you. Don't back down, kid. Some of us live vicariously through you. I, for one, will have a great day, and please don't disturb me if I'm taking too long in a bathroom stall."

This shocking inference to masturbation from a woman who never so much as cracked a smile at off-colored humor had all smiling, astonished eyes turned on her blushing face, prompting her to defensively say, "Well, we all do it."

Paula Biggs, her best friend, said, "We don't admit it in public, June. Christ! Why don't you pull your dildo out and show it to them."

June exclaimed, "PAULA!"

Paula defensively said, "I didn't start this, you did!"

June cried, "She started it!"

"You just don't want anyone to know where you keep it."

June turned beet red and exclaimed, "PAULA!"

Laughter broke out all around. June died of shame. When the laughter and teasing died down, a voice they hadn't heard, one from the shocked and critical group, said, "You've gone this far, Judy. You may as well keep on this course. Your little kink is not all that uncommon, and harmless as I see it. If you like showing, there's plenty who like looking. I have to ask. I see you're not wearing a bra. Are you wearing panties?"

Judy blushed crimson and sucked in a deep breath. June looked relieved that attention was now refocused on Judy. Connie quickly said, "Don't you dare tell a lie. I know the truth. Show them, Judy. Do it right. Raise your skirt. Raise it high and hold it there. Do it, Judy, I dare you. I know you're dying to."

With all eyes fixed on the front of her skirt, Judy could not deny the overpowering urge to do just as Connie suggested. All she needed was one more voice to push her over the edge. She received a chorus of, "Do its!"

To an exhibitionist, the chorus was sweet music, intoxicating music. Judy took another deep breath, reached for the hem at both thighs and turned the skirt inside-out, totally baring herself from the waist down. There was another group intake of breath. Connie excitedly said, "Beautiful, I knew you were a shaver. Hold it there. Now, show us your tits. Pull the top up. Do it, Judy. Bare it all, girl."

Almost in a trance, Judy reached for the bottom front edge of her stretchy top and lifted it over her breasts. She stood there, effectively naked, then turned in place at June's suggestion. She turned around fully, then replaced her clothing when Dick Jennings poked his head in the door, took one look at Judy exposing her nude body, and said, "Mrs. Elders. I'd like to see you in my office immediately. And put something decent on before you leave this room."

He then left and eased the door shut. She received a flurry of advice that ranged from "leave the coat" to "shoot him a beaver."

Judy had to think fast and do her own thinking. She was good at sizing-up a situation and quickly weighing her options. She'd gone way too far by removing the coat, and crossed the line by exposing her body to half the faculty.

She was now completely out of the closet whether she liked it or not. Within minutes of her departure, the news would spread to every member of the school faculty, though the students would remain in the dark, at least for a while. Sooner or later, they'd get wind of her behavior. Eaves-dropping was an art.

There were only two possible outcomes if she held to her guns: She and her kink would be tolerated, or she and her kink would be fired. The remote possibility that she might be tolerated and accepted as she was stirred her imagination. The conditions were right, and with Steve to fall back on, she boldly considered going for broke. The prospect of being able to walk about the campus in lewdly revealing clothes or totally naked under a short coat was too good to pass up.

She made her decision and tossed the coat to the floor as though throwing it away for good. Connie jumped for joy as Judy made for the door and the packed office area outside that door, full of students, parents, and staff. She paused with her hand on the door knob to address the grinning faculty members, who now seemed united behind her resolve. She said, "I am an exhibitionist, and I'm not going to hide that fact any longer. I'm proud of my body, and I love showing all of it. Feel free to spread the word. I may lose my job over this, but while I'm here, I'm going to be my uninhibited self. Fuck it!"

With that, and with applause ringing in her blushing ears, she made her dramatic exit, and made a dramatic entrance into a sea of little people, parents, teachers, staff, and a janitor. The sea parted for her. Mouths fell open. Words died on lips as every eye followed her swaying ass and undulating hooters into the principal's office."

When the door closed behind her, Dick Jennings looked up from his desk. On seeing her, he slammed the pencil down and angrily said, "Damnit, Judy! What's wrong with you? How could you walk though that office wearing such an outrageous outfit. You look like a damn hooker."

Judy came forward and sat with a resigned plop in one of the two chairs that always sat before his desk. She crossed her legs and watched his eyes follow the crossing of naked thigh over naked thigh. She said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jennings, but I'm a confirmed, devout, card-carrying exhibitionist. Everyone knows that. I'm tired of hiding this aspect of my personality."

Dick set the pencil down, looked to the ceiling; then, after a deep breath, brought his eyes down, attempting to halt their downward motion at her eye level, but owing to her adjusted sitting position that revealed a portion of her shaved right labia lip, the eyes went down. He shook his head and said, "Judy, you can't do this in my school. You're a stunningly attractive woman, and lord knows, I like looking at you, but not on school time."

Judy watched his eyes as they fought to stay up, fought a losing battle to stay up, then surrendered to a downward fixed stare. When she had his eyes fixed on her crotch, she uncrossed her legs and sat in an unladylike sprawl that brazenly displayed her entire crotch. Dick wiped his brow as she said, "Don't look away. I want you to stare. I like showing my pussy."

Dick gave the beaver a hard stare as he said, "I know you do, Judy, but this is not the time or the place. You're a teacher from eight to four. What you do before and after that is your business. Frankly, I'd love to sit and look at you for hours on end. You can come in after hours and get naked if you'd like. I can assemble a crowd for you. I'll work with you."

Judy felt encouraged. He hadn't once threatened her job. He was pleading, and doing it in a sweat. She decided to go for broke and deftly whipped off her top. She sat back and hung her legs over the armrests, turning a provocative display into a vulgar one. She had him staring as she circled one turgid nipple with the fingers of her left hand, while the index finger of her right toyed with her moist pussy flesh.

She smiled and said, "Go on. I'm listening. I know I have to make compromises. I know I can't go around naked as I'd like to, but I must be permitted certain liberties to sate my compulsion to exhibit myself during school hours. I'm sorry, but I must insist."

Dick swallowed hard and said, "Judy, we've given you all the liberties we possibly can. I've been covering for you, and believe me, it hasn't been easy. You've made a mockery of our dress code for teachers, and I've fought for your liberties to be a lingerie model in your own time. This is way too much. What is it you want? Let's start there."

"First, I absolutely refuse to wear underwear. No bras or panties. There's no room for compromise on that score."

"Jesus Christ, Judy! This is a fucking elementary school."

"I know what it is."

"All right--what else?"

"I will wear anything or nothing in my own classroom."

"NOTHING!"

"Buck naked. Again, there's no room for compromise there."

"Shit! Where is there room for compromise?"

"I'll cover myself on campus, but I won't wrap myself in a cloth cocoon. I'll be covered in public areas, but not in the teacher's lounge. That's my playground. Oh, and your office, of course."

"Judy, most of my complaints are coming from faculty. If you must exhibit yourself, don't do it there."

"I already did. You saw. They loved it, except for a few uptight biddies, and you can ignore them just like you always do. The rest loved my show."

"All right, damnit. I'll go along, unofficially, but if you create too much heat, I'll have to pull the plug. I may be forced to let you go. That wouldn't be good for either of us."

"I'll make it worth your while to fight hard for my desires. Some exhibitionists are teases and some are sluts. I'm of the slut variety. I'll serve as your personal whore as long as you work with me and keep me in my job. I'll fuck you or anyone you tell me to fuck. I'll suck off your wife till her head caves in. I'll pull trains, entertain at parties. I'll even fuck a dog to amuse you and your friends. Does any of that interest you?"

"It all interests me. You'd fuck a dog?"

"I'd suck and fuck a pack at a school assembly."

"Have you ever let a dog fuck you?"

"Yes. I fucked one on Saturday in my classroom. One of my parents brought a bull dog to a conference. She also brought her child. I put on quite a show, let me tell you. Is that your thing?"

"One of them. I've never seen it, but I'd love to."

"Be in my classroom next Saturday at two. Bring your wife. Bring a few friends. Bring a movie camera. I'm an exhibitionist, remember?"

"I'll be there. I may bring my Jennifer. I'll have to feel her out, but I will have a camera. Judy, I'm having second thoughts about inhibiting you. That fact is, you could get away with wearing that outfit on campus. I couldn't fire you unless you actually went naked on campus, and then I'd need Don Hightower's okay. I'm not sure he'd give it. To that point, I can probably fend off complaints, but if someone called the police and reported an indecent of lewd exposure, it could be out of my hands."

"Now, we're talking. Tell me more."

"We did some checking and our local laws are pretty liberal. Unless you have genitals openly exposed, there's not much the law can do. You're in violation of school dress codes, but that's for me to determine. The high school did away with theirs, and I was told I could do the same. Under our current teacher crisis, no one can fault me for dropping the dress code or looking the other way. You're a fully papered teacher. Right now, a convicted child rapist with papers would be hired on the spot."

"That's great."

"Yes, but don't go overboard. Have fun with my blessing, but my official line is, you told me to fuck off, that you'd do as you damn well pleased. Outwardly, we must appear to be at odds."

"That's fine with me. I like that role. It'll fit my new attitude. I have to get back to my students. Today is a special show and tell day."

"I could swear you had a big pair of balls, Judy, but I can plainly see you don't. The parents will be your downfall. I hope you know that. If they band together against you, we will buckle."

"My parents are all cool."

"I didn't say your parents, I said parents. As much as possible, confine your activities to your classroom."

"I fully intend to. Next week, stop by the classroom unannounced. Bend me over my desk, and fuck me. I dare you."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm dead serious. Stop by any time, and don't ever knock. You may ignore the do not disturb sign. You're such an asshole. You won't honor my privacy; but then again, you are the principal. You can do whatever you want. I'm just a little ol' teacher."

"You're a slut is what you are."

"That's right, and right this very minute, my students are hearing all about my nasty weekend adventure from three who were there. I'm a dog-fucking slut and a child molester. I made one little girl eat her mother and fuck her father. Nothing you do to me will shock them after she tells about her exciting adventure."

"God damn, Judy. Which one? Now, you've hit my button."

"Tiffany Hastings. Do you know her?"

"Oh, fuck yes. You've got to be shitting me. I adore that kid."

"I'm not shitting you. By next week, you can enter my class and pick the one you want. It'll be like a harem for you, and you'll have nothing to fear. By then, I'll have every parent on-board with signed consent forms on file, and they'll be fucking the kids as well. No one will be able to throw stones. Think about that, Dick."

"Are you sure about the parents?"

"I'll know for certain by next Monday. I'm scheduling parent conferences all this week. I've got three down, a firm handle on eight, the rest should be easy from what I hear. I'll give you the all clear when I have them all on-board and something on every one of them. I'll have you a harem by next week, guaranteed."

"Do it, Judy. I want this. Hightower will want this, but his preference is little boy butts, and he has friends in high places with low morals."

"Harem was a poor word choice, then."

"Pull this off and your ticket is punched, Judy. Mine, too. I've been a bit of a disappointment to those who hired me. I can't pass this opportunity of a lifetime up, but we must get something on each and every one, something they wouldn't ever want to get out."

"I know, and I'm doing just that. The kids love to talk about their sexual adventures at home, and before I'm through, they'll have lots to talk about before witnesses, all caught on tape, just in case we need it."

"Beautiful, absolutely beautiful."

"In the mean time, I can send Tiffany to see you."

"I couldn't risk that, not till we have something solid on her parents."

"Dick, the kid's mother gets her jollies setting Tiffany up with known child molesters. Get her on the phone. Hell, I'll set it up. She'd like to be here to watch."

"All right. I trust you. Send Tiffany to me."

"Give me an hour or two to warm her up. She'll know she's coming here to get fucked, so don't beat around the bush. When you're done with her, I'd like you to bring her back, and don't knock. You should walk in on something interesting."

"All right, but don't try to involve me. I'll have to act pissed."

"That's right, and I'll tell you to fuck off and get out of my classroom."

"I may and I may not."

"You might and you might not. You're the principal. Look, I need to run. They've had enough time, and I want to make a stop in the lounge for a quickie. I'm horny as hell. I hope Marge is there."

"If she is, do me a favor. Take that juicy finger and stick it in her big mouth."

"Are you serious? I will."

"I'm dead serious. Ten to one, she sucks. I know an excited hypocrite when I see one. She needs to be put in her place, and the others would love to see you do it. My guess is she'll take it like the closet dyke she is. Lay it on thick, Judy. I'm serious. She'll take it. She's not papered and has no place to go. If she quits, she'll help my stats."

"Fuck it! I'm in the mood."

Judy stood and retrieved her top. She pulled it on and tugged down the skirt, made a turn in place with her arms out and said, "How do I look?"

"You look like a dog-fucking slut. Get out of my office, bitch!"

Judy smiled, opened the door and shouted, "Screw you!" She then slammed the door and marched through a silent sea of gawkers that had thinned considerably since the first period bell sounded ten minutes prior.

When she entered the teacher's lounge, she saw that crowd had not thinned at all. Classroom monitors were working over time. They were waiting on her, and Marge was right in the middle of them, seated in her former place, looking apprehensive at the bold figure leaning against the closed door, glaring at her.

Judy focused on Marge and shouted, "You, bitch!"

Marge turned pale and cowed back in her seat, astonished. Judy marched over and stood towering over the woman, then grabbed the back of her head holding a fistful of grey hairs. She pulled Marge's head back, then wiped her glistening fingers on Marge's mouth. She pried at the tight lips until Marge allowed her lips to part, then sent her slimy digit inside, saying, "Suck on that, you fucking prude."

Dick predicted right. She sucked on the finger, and with little prompting. In fact, she opened her mouth with little resistance. The others stood in a tight circle, watching intently. No one appeared to take exception to Judy's bizarre actions.

With no one objecting, Judy was driven to do more. She climbed onto the table and sat wide-legged before the startled teacher. Marge glanced down at the naked beaver as Judy reclined and brought Marge's face into the widening spread, holding her by the ears. Marge went with the pull and soon found herself smothered in pussy. Judy cried, "Eat me, bitch. Suck my cunt!"

Marge began licking and sucking right away, forgetting the crowd that watched. Judy found that holding her wasn't necessary, so she released her hand holds and used those hands to make her spread more obscene, pushing her thighs flat to the surface with her knees drawn up. Now they were seeing her cunt as a cunt should be viewed, in all its coral pink glory in glimpses as Marge made a tour of the entire crotch area with a fully extended and wildly flailing tongue.

Judy wanted the others to see her cunt without Marge's head in the way, so she ordered Marge to tongue her asshole. Marge went to her knees and obliged, leaving the yawning pussy totally open for the rest to devour with their eyes. Judy basked under the appreciative eyes of her fellow faculty members. Even the queer looked interested.

After giving them plenty of time to absorb all the details, she ordered Marge to tongue fuck her cunt hole, which she eagerly did. She sucked Judy's clit to a climax, then lapped at the slobbering cunt hole until Judy was satisfied and pushed her away.

Judy stripped Marge of every stitch of clothing, even shoes and support hose, leaving her naked and cowering on the verge of tears. Before she could gather her wits, Judy pulled the door open and shoved Marge out, slamming the door shut on her shriek.

Judy braced hard on the door to prevent its opening and had to lean hard for ten seconds until the panicked woman went elsewhere to panic. The others stood watching with open mouths and slack jaws, awed, stunned, though some were amused.

Judy smiled and stood straight when she no longer had to brace the door, looked at her audience, and said, "Turns out, they need accredited teachers worse than I thought. Marge is not papered. Marge is fucked. Does anyone have a problem with that? Jennings doesn't."

Connie, one of the amused, now a self-appointed spokesperson, said, "Are we to assume that all unpapered teachers can expect similar treatment?"

"Could be. Why, you're papered, aren't you?"

"No, not a bit. For ten years, it hasn't mattered. Am I fucked?"

"Like I said, that depends."

"On what? If there's new rules, we'd like to know what they are."

"We who?"

Half the hands went up slowly, timidly, not certain they wanted to reveal that fact after what happened to Marge. Judy studied the group of eight with raised hands, four of which she'd have sworn had credentials. June was one and very timid. Judy felt an incredible rush of power, zeroed in on June making her cower and move back to the wall where she had to stand still and cower. Judy smiled and advanced on June the way she had advanced on Marge--a predatory advance.

People parted to let her advance on June, then closed in around them to see what Judy had in store for the frightened six-year veteran teacher with a husband and five kids, a spotless reputation, and community standing. June pleaded with tears forming, "Oh, please, Judy, don't. Please, I beg you."

Judy used a single finger to lift June's chin until her pleading head was tilted far back, exposing a vulnerable neck for the predator to make a quick kill and be done with it. The power Judy held over this attractive woman was intoxicating, and Paula was thrilled by the scene unfolding in dramatic form. She stood close on June's left, leaned in and whispered loud enough for all to hear, "I think you're fucked, June, more fucked than Marge. Exciting, isn't it?"

June's panic-stricken eyes rolled left to silently beg Paula not to give Judy ideas, but that vulnerable look only drove Paula on. Judy remained silent, allowing this little passion play to unfold further, knowing Paula had intimate knowledge of her cowering friend and knew exactly how to fuck her best.

Paula quickly seized the opportunity and said, "Yes, I'd say more fucked than Marge because guys actually want to fuck you, sweetheart. I dare say every male on campus wants to fuck you. Well, excepting Bruce, but who knows, even he might like to try it. Yes, you're fucked. My guess is, you're not out of the baby business, not by a long shot. I think you'd better brace Robert so he can get started on a room addition, a nursery, a big one."

June's tearful eyes rolled front and center to look at Judy, now the principal actor in this passion play. Judy drew out the tension, smiled devilishly, then said, "Is there a dildo in your cunt, June?"

June's brow wrinkled as she nodded. Judy smiled, reached under the skirt, drew the panties aside, dug for the buried plastic, and removed a slimy facial massager. She held it close to June's grimacing bright red face and said, "Is this your dildo, June?"

June nodded. Judy put it back but pulled the skirt high, dragged the panties low, and did so with all eyes watching the plastic slide into shaved cunt lips. June's shame was all over her face, mortified, dying in place as Judy didn't just push it in, she fucked it in.

Judy fucked it in for several minutes until June relaxed considerably, adjusted to the exposure, and accepted her fucked status. With the skirt still up and the dildo once again buried, Judy said, "You are fucked, June. Any man can have you, now. You cannot say no. All you can do is find a place to do the dirty deed, and quickly, within one minute of a request for a fuck."

"Oh god, Judy, no. Please no."

"Sorry, I think you need fucking as badly as Connie does."

Connie quickly said, "Are you saying I have to follow those orders as well?"

"Yes, Connie."

"I just wanted to make sure I understand the rules. Now, this one minute, is that one minute to find a place or one minute to get coupled? If approached in the classroom or out on the playground, there would only be time to bend over for a screwing. Any students present at the time would just have to watch a screwing. If that's your intent, I hope Jennings can deal with the flack. I'll do it, but I want assurances that Jennings has it covered."

Judy had no idea Connie wanted to get screwed in front of students. She obviously did. June didn't. The others didn't want that, knowing there was no way Jennings could cover that, knowing an order like that would blow the lid off everything. They all waited anxiously, none more anxious than June.

Judy let them sweat, then looked to Connie, the only one not sweating, to say, "No, Connie, you have one minute to look for a relatively private place. Once you find a place, get coupled, get fucked, get spermed, and return to your duties."

"All right. I figured that's what you meant."

Judy addressed herself to a relieved June, saying, "Are you clear on the rules?"

"Yes."

"Good. If anyone tells me that either of you whores didn't put out right away, I'll bring a mutt to your classroom, strip you naked in front of all your students, and breed you like a bitch."

June looked faint, but Connie quickly said, "What kind of mutt?"

"A big one with a dick as big as a baby's arm. [turning to June, now white] In your case, I'll have your kids brought to your classroom to watch."

Connie said, "I have two kids in this school, too, you know? Trevor is in Carol's class and Marsha is in Paula's."

Judy looked to Connie, amazed at her friend's eagerness to breed before her students and children. She said, "I'm well aware of that, Connie. I'll have Marsha hold the mutt's leash while he fucks you."

"She'd enjoy that."

"Obviously, so would you."

"A gal's gotta do what she's gotta do. My husband and kids understand that. I understand that. No one has ever pushed. I've been waiting ten years. I think it's about time someone pushed, and I want a good, god damn push for having waited so long. I'm slipping out of my pushing prime. I don't want to wind up like Marge, fucked without a kiss. I'm sure June feels the same way."

Everyone looked to June. She said, "Connie is right. A gal does have to do what she has to do. You can bet your sweet ass, I'll find a suitable place in time. I won't give anyone cause for complaint. If I have to be an available whore, I'll be an available whore. I do need one thing clarified, though. Am I a whore only during school hours, or am I always a whore?"

Connie answered, saying, "A whore is a whore, twenty-four hours a day--right, Judy?"

"That's correct. Any male can knock on your door and ask to fuck the whore of the house. You have one minute from the time you're notified. Will that be a problem for you, June?"

"Not as big a problem as it will be here in school, no."

"Good, then we're all set. I have a class to teach."

Judy smoothed her skirt in place, then marched out, leaving them to talk about her behind her back. They didn't do much talking. June and Connie got screwed on the table, one after the other. They talked mostly about that.

The halls were virtually empty and the grounds were as well. Judy only passed three people on the way to her modular classroom. They gawked, but her mind was on other things, mostly on the break room she just left, a steamy break room with sexual tension so thick it could be sliced and diced.

She focused on the mission at hand, trying to remember her rehearsed plans. When she entered the room, the kids were gathered in a huddle around Robby, Rachel, and Tiffany. On seeing Judy, they broke up, moved to their seats, and stared in awe at her attire.

Judy ignored the stares and the knowing looks she saw in every eye she met. They didn't know what to think, but that's the reaction she anticipated. She avoided Robby as she moved to the front. She faced the students and said, "When I leave the class in charge of a monitor, I expect to return and find you all in your seats, studying quietly. Jerry, I left you in charge. You'll remain after school today for one hour, and inform your parents that I want to schedule a conference as soon as possible.

"As for the rest of you, wipe those silly smirks off your faces. I'm dressed this way for a reason. I will not have this administration telling me what I can and cannot wear. I'm wearing these clothes as an act of defiance. I'm not wearing them to amuse a bunch of kids. If my wardrobe interferes with your ability to learn, you can be transferred to a class where the teacher dresses like an Eskimo. Maybe you'll luck out and get a man teacher. There aren't many, but you never know around this place."

Her number one apple polisher, Cindy, raised her hand and was recognized. She stood, as the rule stipulated, then said, "I think your wardrobe is the best of any teacher in our school, and I think it helps us to learn, especially what you're wearing now."

This brought giggles and snickers, which Judy shushed. She addressed Cindy, saying, "Thank you, Cindy, but what is it about this outfit that helps you learn, and what is it you're learning?"

Cindy was stymied for an answer. She hemmed and hawed until Judy told her to sit down. She then addressed the class, saying, "The point I'm trying to make is, what I wear has nothing to do with learning. It should not impede or enhance learning. It should make no difference. I should be able to teach a class in a string bikini, and you should be able to look past what I'm wearing in order to learn. Do you kids understand what I'm trying to say?"

Heads nodded. She went on with her rehearsed speech, "It would be different if I were up here totally naked. If my genitals were exposed, I can see where that might be a distraction."

She had to pause to silence the tittering giggles, then resumed, "However, what I'm wearing now does not reveal any more of me than a bathing suit would. I'm covering far more than the ordinary swimsuit shows, but you'd think nothing of seeing a woman in a bathing suit, right?"

Heads nodded, but the suppressed smirks told her they had contradictory thoughts behind those smirks. She picked on Robby, saying, "Spit it out, Robby."

Robby stood and said, "If you walked by me in a swimsuit, even at a beach, I'd be thinking something of it."

"Yes, and that's because you have a dirty mind. That's not my fault; that's your problem. That's my point. Why should I have to cover myself in thick layers of restrictive clothes just because a few people have dirty thoughts if they see bare skin. I refuse to do so. I will wear what I want to wear. I'll teach. If you learn, great; but if you don't, that's tough. Sit down, Robby, and stop looking at me that way. I know what you're thinking."

"I can't help it. You're almost naked, and I like looking at naked women. I'm a man."

"You're a boy, now sit down."

Robby sat. Judy paced the aisle farthest to her right, pondering her next words. All eyes followed her. The mirrors came out and she left a wake of reaching arms with mirrors held under the hem. She said, "I understand how boys are, and I'll be tolerant of your natural curiosity. I suppose staring at certain intimate areas of a woman's body is to be expected. Still, it is distracting for me to look at someone who is obviously looking where they shouldn't be looking. I'll try to get over that."

When she got to the end, she turned and skipped the next aisle, going down the aisle that would take her past Robby. She was ready, and said, "I realize the clothes I have on are provocative and are designed to draw attention to sexual areas of a female, but it never ceases to amaze me when people stare at those areas as though they could see right through the clothing. It seems silly to me, but it's something I'll try to get used to. If you can't help staring at those areas, go ahead and stare. I'll make that adjustment in time. You, on the other hand, need to try and control your thoughts. Your mind should be on the lesson at hand."

Judy slowed as she reached Robby. She came closer to his side than the other. As she came abreast of him, she felt the back of her skirt get snagged. He lifted in one smooth move and made the attachment. There was no mistaking what he'd done, but it was done so smoothly, and with her not making so much as a flinch or a stutter in her speech, it would appear to all as if she were unaware. That was exactly what she was hoping for. This was her best-case scenario.

She could hear the stifled giggles as she moved to the blackboard with her bare ass hanging out and a sign on her back proclaiming her to be a dog fucker. Wicked thrills coursed through her body as a flush enveloped her facial features. She had to occupy herself with her back to them in order to regain her composure. Just knowing what they were looking at totally unnerved her as the chalk snapped on the first letter she tried to write.

While retrieving the larger piece that fell to the tray, she was able to look down her front and see how much was exposed. To her surprise, the front of her skirt was up at her waistline, folded like an accordion, leaving her naked from the waist down. This was far better than expected, and Robby's rehearsal had paid off. This was better than her best case.

She knew she'd have a hard time keeping a straight face when she turned and faced the class, so she gathered her composure by writing a series of questions relating to the history homework assignment. She had to pause several times to stop the giggling and talking. By the time she had six questions written out, she'd given the class plenty of time to study her naked ass and the rear view of her shaved pussy pouch.

Judy had often studied that view in a full-length mirror, so she knew how effective it was for showing parts of her pussy not normally seen from the front. She enhanced this view by side-stepping as she moved along, pausing to stand with her feet apart. In this way, everyone got a great view, and the opportunity to study the details, though from a distance.

It wasn't the sight of her most intimate body parts on open display that brought the giggles, it was the card that jostled about as she wrote, bringing attention to the message.

With the last question mark entered, Judy set the chalk down as a signal of her intent to turn. She was now ready and the class was ready also. She turned and faced them centered on Robby. Every eye went to her naked loins and remained there.

Judy, true to her word, ignored where their eyes were looking and said, "Now, who read the assignment? Who can answer the first question? Where was the War of 1812 fought? I'm looking for the region of the United States, so don't say America. Anyone?"

She had no takers as they were all engrossed in the front view of her pussy. Judy had to admit, the front view, although not showing as much, showed pussy as one thinks of pussy. A bald adult pussy, viewed from the front, aroused, with a clit poking out from the crack, had completely mesmerized her students.

Judy clapped her hands several times loudly and said, "Hey, stop looking at me down there. Good lord, you'd think I were naked from the waist down the way you kids keep staring at my crotch." Their eyes all shot up, but most returned to her crotch before the last clap. Half the class broke their stony countenances and tittering giggles went through the room.

Judy folded her arms and said, "I know what you're trying to do. Did you all get together and plot this to try and unnerve me. Is that it?" Their eyes were all back in her crotch as she went on, "It won't work. If you're trying to get me to check, I'm not falling for it. I have a good mind to raise my skirt and show you what it looks like. If I thought that satisfying your curiosity would help you focus on the lesson, I would."

This time, the whole class broke down and started laughing outloud. Judy acted puzzled, then clapped her hands again. They silenced slowly. When the room was quiet, she spoke in a normal voice, saying, "All right, you've had your joke. I can be a good sport. I understand. In fact, I've been a good sport all along. Don't think I don't know about the mirrors. I've known for some time."

The kids looked from one to the other, wearing smiles of surprise. She went on, "Yes, I know you've been looking up my skirts and dresses. I know you like looking at my panties. Frankly, I don't mind, that's why I never made an issue of the practice. I am surprised at all the girls that have mirrors, but whatever turns you on. I must warn you, though. I am not wearing panties today, but I'm sure many of you found that out as I made my way down your row. Yes, I knew about that, too. I knew it would give the mirror gang a cheap thrill, and I'm not bashful, so I made it easy for you. Why are you kids acting so silly, now?"

Cindy raised her hand, was recognized, and stood. Someone tried to quiet her, but Judy said, "Let her speak. What is it Cindy?"

"Mrs. Elders, Robby pinned up your skirt. We can see your vagina."

"That's not funny, Cindy, and I'm surprised at you for carrying this on. I told you, I'm not buying it."

Above the laughter, Cindy's protests were joined by other voices, urging Judy to look down. She let the chorus build, then looked down. Her hands flew to her cheeks as she put on a mock show of surprise and said, "Oh, my god!" She looked to Robby and said, "How did you do that without my being aware?"

"It was easy; I practiced on my Mom."

Judy came over to him, reaching to her backside, feeling for the extent of her exposure. As she stood within easy reach, she said, "Good lord, you've completely exposed my back side. Do you mean I was like this the whole time I wrote on the chalk board?"

"Yes, and it sure was neat watching you write."

"Robby, did your mother put you up to this?"

"She sure did."

Judy turned her back to him and said, "Well, unhook me."

"She told me not to."

Judy turned back around and said to the class, "Can I get a volunteer to unhook me?" No one made a move. "Cindy, will you unhook me?" Every eye turned on Cindy. The peer pressure was too great to buck. She bowed her head.

Judy said, "I see, so this was a conspiracy, huh? You intend to leave like this, I suppose." No one answered. Judy paced, then faced them and said, "Fine, if you all want me to remain this way, so be it. Like I said, I can be a good sport. If you like playing dirty games like this, I can play along. I'll tell you what I'll do. Could we make a deal?"

The kids looked around at each other then nods began. She said, "If you'll unhook me, I'll permit touching as I move about the class. You can lift my skirt, raise my top, touch anything on my body, whatever turns you on. I won't pull away or fight you off."

This brought an instant and vocal positive response, to which she added, "I'm not saying I'll remain in place. I must be free to move, and you must remain in your seats, but if you can reach it, it's yours to play with as long as you don't grab, pinch, or otherwise cause me any discomfort."

Robby called out, "Can we finger-fuck your pussy?"

"If that's what you want to do, be my guest."

Everyone looked amazed that he got away with using that vulgar term, or spoke without being recognized and wasn't chastised. This inspired her other bold one to say, "Can we fuck you?"

"If you can get your dick in my pussy without getting up from your seat, I'd be delighted. I doubt there's a boy in this class with a three-foot dick, but if there is, I'll stand two feet from you and remain still."

This caused raucous laughter. She was famous for cracking good jokes, but this was the first crude joke complete with dirty words. This set the tone of the class, and inspired Cindy to say, "Mrs. Elders, there's a sign on your back. I think you'd better read it."

"A sign? What does it say?"

"I can't say that word."

"You can say any word in this class. What does it say, Cindy?"

Cindy, truly a good girl who never used bad words even among her friends, hesitated, then blurted out, "I fuck dogs," turning beet red as she did.

Judy said, "That surprises me, Cindy. I wouldn't have thought you were the type. Do your parents know that you fuck dogs?"

Kids were laughing and pointing at the extremely embarrassed girl who cried, "No, the sign says, I fuck dogs."

"Why would someone place a sign on me that you fuck dogs?"

Kids were in stitches. Cindy, flustered, cried, "NO! It says that you fuck dogs."

"Cindy, just tell me what the words are?"

"I fuck dogs."

"I'm happy for you. I don't know why you have to keep bragging about it. We all get the point. You are a dog fucker, a bitch. Good for you. Now will you please tell me what words are written on my sign."

Cindy gave up, knew Judy was fucking with her, and refused to play along for anyone's further amusement. As it was, Judy so thoroughly made her label herself a bitch, she knew the label was hers for life. With resignation, she said, "Let me get the sign off your back and show it to you."

Judy turned her back to Cindy for its removal. Everyone waited anxiously. When the card was handed to her, she read it and smiled. She looked to the relieved faces and sought out Rachel, saying, "So, you tattled on me, huh?"

"I told you I would."

"Yeah, I guess you did. So, now my secret's out. Your teacher is a slut for a bull dog. It's true, I'm a bitch like Cindy. We both fuck dogs, and we're both proud of it."

Cindy just plopped down in her seat, resigned. Judy came over and hooked the sign to the front of Cindy's top, so that it hung between her immature tits from a gold necklace. Judy patted the sign, smiled at the resigned bitch, and said, "You're more proud of being a bitch than I am, so I'll let you wear the sign from now on."

Cindy gave a look that said, "I may as well."

Satisfied that Cindy accepted the label, Judy turned her attention to the class, saying, "I'm sure everything Rachel told you was true. Tiffany, did you tell what happened to you last Saturday?"

"Yes. You didn't say not to."

"No, I didn't. I was hoping you would. I know Robby told you all about his visit. I'm sure he exaggerated, but that's okay. He probably said he fucked me. He didn't, but he will. You all will, even the girls. Someone in this class will get me pregnant, but I doubt it will be a girl."

Jennifer's hand shot up. She was recognized, stood, and said, "How could a girl fuck you or get you pregnant?"

"Easy. She can fuck me with a strap-on dick, and she can suck off a boy who can shoot sperm, then put it in my pussy using her mouth. A girl can get me pregnant. Would you like that honor, Jennifer? Would you like to be the father of my baby? [Jennifer turned pale] Sit down, Jennifer. You're making me horny for your child." Jennifer sat quickly.

Judy went to her desk and sat on the edge. As an after thought, she parted her legs and said, "Can everyone see?" Heads on the far left and right leaned to the center but were nodding. "Here, maybe this will be better."

She hopped up on the desk, brought her feet to the edge, and laid her knees down, making a bold beaver, one almost as good as the teachers got. Leaning back on stiff arms, she casually said, "There it is, my pussy. Get a good look. You'll be seeing a lot of it in the future, but enjoy this preview. If someone will unhook my top, I'll take it off. You may as well see tits and all."

Three boys launched from their front row seats to accomplish the task. They even divested her of her top and copped a few feels before returning to their seats. They all managed to get their fingers wet as she permitted those liberties as well.

Surveying the group of enthralled students whose attention had never been greater, Judy smiled and said, "There will be no more lessons in the normal sense. From now on, we'll be studying sex. Does anyone object to the curriculum change?"

No one objected. She said, "Good. You have a lot to learn, and it should be a great deal of fun, but before we can get down to serious business, we need to get your parents on-board. For that, I'll need your help and cooperation. Until that's accomplished, it'll just be looking and touching. If we can't get your parents on board, we'll go back to our usual studies, and if it's just one or two hold-outs, you'll be transferred out of my class so that the rest of us can move forward. Does everyone understand that?"

The heads were all nodding. She said, "Good, because each of you will have to do your part to see we reach our goal, and you may have to help each other out. I believe Tiffany could seduce any man she set her mind to. I've seen her in action. She's a natural whore with God-given talents. She's a three-holer whore that can suck a man off with her pussy, her mouth, or her asshole. She's the standard the rest of you girls should strive for. You will all be pregnant three-holer whores and dog fucking bitches by the end of this class. If that bothers you, bark now."

Judy waited. Cindy looked relieved in a misery loves company way. Everyone with a dick between their legs looked at each girl, expecting barking to start somewhere and spread through the pack of young split tails. Each girl sat, thinking, but not about barking, mostly about motherhood.

Judy let them think, but after a long pause, she said, "I'll take that as a no, that it doesn't bother you. It shouldn't bother you. You're females. That's what you were put on this earth for, to fuck and bear children. In this class, you will be used as nature intended, and nature will be allowed to take its course. You girls get close to Tiffany. I'm your teacher, but she's your coach, your model."

Tiffany blushed as every smiling face turned her way. Judy said, "If we need to call on your considerable talents, will you serve the needs of the class? To be blunt about it, will you fuck any man we send you to?"

Blushing more profusely now, she said, "I guess so."

"Good. You're now the official class whore. Stand on your seat, show the class your whore pussy, then take a bow."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me, Tiffany. Just do as I say. That goes for all of you from now on. Balk at anything I tell you to do, and I'll bounce you out of this class so fast your paws won't hit the ground. Well, we're waiting."

Tiffany slowly stood on the seat as the excited students jockeyed for good viewing positions. She unbuttoned her jeans, unzipped, and dropped them to her ankles. Judy told her to step free of them. Tiffany did so, then hooked fingers in the waist band of her panties and pulled them down. She stepped free without being told, then stood straight and bowed.

Judy said, "Wait. I said show your pussy, then take a bow. Your pussy is tucked between your legs. I am showing you how you show a pussy. Now, show every member of the class your pussy. Put one foot on the top of your seat back and invite each person up, one at a time, to look at your pussy. Do it like this, say, "Robby, would you like to come up and look at my pussy?"

Tiffany implored, "Do I have to, Mrs. Elders?"

"Yes, you have to."

Tiffany reluctantly placed her left foot on the back of her seat, then shyly called Robby in the manner suggested. Robby leaped at the chance, though he'd fucked her several times, and everyone knew it.

Choosing to start with Robby would not have been Tiffany's choice, but was part of Judy's plan. He'd take the opportunity to show off, which would deepen her humiliation and amuse the others. He'd also set the example for those that followed.

Tiffany realized this as Robby reached both hands between her thighs, cupped her ass checks, and pulled her loins out in obscene display.

Since few were paying any attention to her own obscene crotch display, Judy hopped down and came up alongside Tiffany's desk to say, "Well, show him your pussy. Use you fingers to open it up."

"This is so embarrassing, Mrs. Elders."

"Tiffany, and this goes for all you girls, never shy away from an opportunity to show your pussy properly. Until you girls develop full tits, wide hips, and sexy legs, your pussy is all you have to attract male attention. We all have assholes. It's your tight young pussies that make you unique and desirable at this age, and the main part of a pussy is the hole a man puts his cock in when he fucks one. That's what he wants to see, and when you show your pussy, show the hole. Let him see how tight and juicy you are. You want him to see what a good fuck you'll be. Now, Tiffany, show your pussy properly."

Tiffany reached down and placed her little fingers along the labia lips. She pulled herself open, then grimaced under Robby's mocking gaze. Others gazed as well, but Robby acted the fool, pretending he could see her tonsils.

Judy cut the performance short and said, "Pick another. Pick a girl this time."

Tiffany looked around the room and decided on Cindy. Of the girls to choose from, she was the least likely to heap more humiliation on her. Cindy took Robby's place, blushing as much as Tiffany was. She looked into the offered spread, but then started to move back. Judy said, "Hold on, there, Cindy. Get a better look. You just insulted Tiffany. Do you find her pussy disgusting?"

"Well, no, but..."

"Then show some interest. Involve as many tactile senses as you can because you want to. Get close and smell it, feel it, feel inside, give it a lick, taste her, then give her pussy a nice parting kiss to show your appreciation."

"KISS IT?"

"Lick it first to get a good taste, then kiss it."

Robby taunted, "Yeah, Cindy, lick her cunt hole. Lick the part I had my dick in. You'll like that best. Maybe you can still taste me."

Judy berated, "Robby, that's enough. Go sit in your seat and don't get up until we're through. If you say another word, I'll suspend you for the remainder of the week."

This unexpected return to the authoritarian teacher took them all by surprise, most of all, Robby. He knew better than to challenge Mrs. Elders in teacher mode, and he didn't want to miss a single day if classes were going to be this way. He went and sat. Judy addressed Cindy, who blushed more than ever as she contemplated the earlier instruction. Judy said, "Now, do it right."

Cindy eyed those leaning in around her, then eased forward, bringing her face close for the sniff. She explored Tiffany's crotch with her fingers, and sent a finger inside to explore internally. She then came closer to deliver a tentative lick that caught mostly fingers, then gave a parting peck to the mound and tried to back away.

Judy's strong hand was at the nape of her neck to prevent the retreat, saying, "Lick the pink parts. Lick all over inside the slit. Lick inside the hole, then give a her a long sucking kiss to her clit while you tease it with your tongue. Eat her pussy the way you'd want yours eaten when it's your turn."

With Judy holding her face in tight to the beaver, Cindy had little choice but to do it right if she wanted free. Cindy soon got into the spirit of eating out a girl in public, but it was Judy's hand doing maddening things in her crotch that got her in the spirit. Cindy did it right and earned her freedom, giving and receiving an orgasm for the effort. Thus, the example was set for the girls, and who better to set that example than the one who was most eager to please the teacher.

One by one, boys and girls got a chance to show what they'd learned. Tiffany began to like what she had to do after three more boys and two more girls. The rest were a pleasure, and the last few girls tried to outdo each other in their eagerness to please the teacher. When it was all over, Tiffany was totally free of inhibitions as were most of the others. They all got felt up to orgasm, and Tiffany lost count of hers.

When the last flushed student moved away, Judy addressed Tiffany, saying, "I have a job for you. I want you to seduce Mr. Jennings. Fuck him for the cause."

"The principal?"

"Yes, the principal. He likes little girls, and you especially. It should be a cinch for a girl of your talents and experience. We need to influence him, so there's your first assignment. I'm sending you to his office now."

"You mean, you want me to seduce him now, in school, in his office?"

"That's right." Judy went to her desk, took out a note pad and paper, then scribbled a note while saying, "I'm sending you to him for playing with yourself in class. The note says you were caught with your hand in your pants."

Judy tore off the note and handed it to the stunned girl. As Tiffany read, Judy said, "Listen to me. He'll ask why you were doing that. You tell him your pussy itches. Use the word pussy. Do not say vagina. My guess is, he'll want to have a look. I think you can take it from there. Do you understand?"

"I'll get expelled."

"You'll get fucked. You'll get fucked if you simply walk in and hand him the note, but do it just like I told you."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm absolutely positive. If you don't get fucked, I'll give you a thousand dollars. How's that for sure?"

Judy impressed everyone, so she took time to address everyone, saying, "You kids had best learn to trust my judgment on sexual matters. I don't like being questioned by kids who know nothing. I am the expert. Do as I say without question. Do I make myself clear?" They all answered in the affirmative.

While Tiffany got dressed, Judy had everyone take their seats, then addressed the class, saying, "This is just a sample of the sex education you'll receive. It gets better. There's so much more to explore. We have three months to do it in, so there's not much time for overcoming shyness. Before this week is over, every one of you girls will undergo what Tiffany just did. You boys will do something similar. This week is for show and tell. We'll do the show, and then we'll do the tell."

Jennifer said, "What do you mean, the tell?"

"The rules haven't changed. You raise your hand and wait to be recognized. For that infraction, stand on your seat and strip naked."

"Oh no! I didn't know."

"For not immediately doing as you were told, you'll remain there for a full hour."

Jennifer didn't want to know what would happen if she hesitated again, so she climbed onto her seat and began to strip. She had all the smiling eyes on her as Judy answered her question, saying, "You will each tell your sexual histories--what you've seen, heard about, done, or thought about doing. We are interested in anything that relates to the immediate family, especially your parents. Any information you can provide can be useful in winning their support for this class."

As Tiffany left the room, Billy raised his hand and was recognized. He stood and said, "What kind of information?"

Jennifer had just removed her dress and stood in just panties. She didn't have enough titties to warrant a training bra. Judy had no one's attention as they all awaited the key unveiling. She waited. Jennifer took a deep breath then shucked them down her legs. She kicked them free then stood straight covering her crotch with both hands. Judy said, "Place your hands behind your back and move your feet apart as far as the seat allows. Slowly turn in place for the full hour, so that everyone gets a good look at your sexy pussy."

Jennifer's blush was like fire, but she did as she was told. She revealed an adorable little, puffy-lipped pussy, one she should have been proud to show off. Instead, she was deeply shamed, on the verge of tears. Judy realized she came dangerously close to bolting from the room, a disaster this early in the game.

Her hairless pussy and slim build reminded Judy of her childhood playmate, the one she played pussy games with. The desire to sample that pleasure again was overwhelming, and the girl needed relaxing. Judy came over and placed her hands reverently on Jennifer's slim hips, saying, "You have a gorgeous pussy on you, Jennifer. Mind if I have a lick?"

Without waiting, Judy licked. Jennifer stared at the teacher licking her pussy and quickly forgot where she was. Judy went from licks to sucks, to a full face-mashing, cunt-slurping feast, all in the space of one minute. She had the excited girl quivering as she sent her stiff tongue deep and twirled it inside the vagina, actually licking her virgin membrane.

For a finale, she fastened her mouth to the girl's clit and sucked voraciously while rapidly batting the clit with her tongue. The climax hit Jennifer hard and fast, overwhelming her. Judy had to hold her up in order to lap the spend.

When Judy backed away, Jennifer stood with a glow to her cheeks. Judy guessed the girl had never been sucked to orgasm, if she'd ever had an orgasm before this day. This was her third because Judy brought her off twice while she performed on Tiffany. She looked like a love-sick puppy. She now seemed proud of her pussy, or she may have just been awed by the crack between her legs that she thought was just good for peeing through. Either way, she now wanted to show it off and was as interested as everyone else to see the pink parts between the lips, so she used her fingers to open herself up while standing in a half squat hunched far over.

The others who had watched the transformation were visibly impressed by what their teacher could do in such a short time. Her status as a sex expert grew exponentially. Judy saw the impressed looks and knew that if Tiffany got fucked by the principal, they'd worship her as a sex goddess. Judy knew she'd need that status if she were to get them to do what they needed to do as homework assignments.

They talked about the need to tell all and be totally open and honest. They talked about incest, the natural order of things. She told stories of her sexual development from a time when she was their age. She told lies about incestuous sex with both parents, brothers and sisters, grandfathers and grandmothers. She made it sound so easy, so good, and so natural--the best sex ever.

They were sitting on the edge of their seats, (except for Jennifer) enthralled by her lurid tales. Judy, still naked, sat on the edge of her desk, masturbating while telling fuck stories when Dick entered leading Tiffany. The whole class jolted and turned as though they'd been caught red-handed, all except Judy. She sat calmly and kept fingering herself as Dick surveyed the scene with a look of mock shock and anger. He sent Tiffany to her seat and shouted, "What is the meaning of this, Mrs. Elders?"

He was looking at the naked crouching form of Jennifer, so Judy said, "You mean her? She talked out of turn. She's being punished. Jennifer, stand straight, face the principal, and get those hands behind your back. Show him your pussy."

Dick watched Jennifer comply shyly, but said while staring at the frightened girl, "I'm talking about you, Mrs. Elders. Why are you naked in front of all these children?"

"I'm more comfortable this way. Why don't you knock? Better yet, why don't you stop to read do not disturb signs?"

Still staring at the girl, he said, "I don't disturb. I'm the principal."

"You're disturbing me, and you're making Jennifer uncomfortable by staring at her sexy pussy like you want to fuck it."

This jerked his head away from the girl and onto the teacher. His face was a full blush that to the others looked like anger as he fired back, "I want to see you in my office, IMMEDIATELY!"

He then stormed out, slamming the door. Every head turned to Judy as a pall hung over the room. Judy looked to Tiffany and said, "Did he fuck you?"

"Yes."

"Good, then he can wait." To the class, she said, "See the power sex can wield. Now, I can't be fired. The principal will now do as I say, or he'll go to prison. Thank you, Tiffany. You did good. Everyone, give Tiffany a hand. Tiffany, stand and take a bow."

The goddess had spoken. The pall lifted. The masses cheered. Tiffany was all smiles as she stood and took her bow. Caught-up in the excitement, she dropped her pants, kicked free, and mounted her desk to show the class the bite marks and hickeys lining both inner thighs. Her pussy looked raw and drooled semen that ran down her thighs. She danced in place as her fellow students cheered and clapped.

Judy wisely let the celebration go on. It was a shared victory. When they naturally quieted, and Tiffany sat down, Brian raised his hand and was recognized. He stood and said, "Aren't you going to his office?"

"Yes, but in my own sweet time. I'll let him wait and sweat it out. He's just now realizing he was set up. I'll let that sink in. He'll be easier to deal with later."

Another asked, "Are you going to get him in trouble?"

"Not unless he tries to stop me or tries to get me in trouble. Sex is a weapon, but a self defense weapon. Like a gun, it's a good thing to have and not need than to need and not have. Call it insurance. If we're going to be safe, we also need insurance policies on all your parents. That's why telling all is so important. Once we have that insurance, we're safe from that person. Right now, we're only safe from Rachel's parents, Robby's parents, and Tiffany's parents. The rest, we'll need to work on."

Susan asked, "How do we work on them?"

"By having sex with them. Don't worry, I'll teach you all you need to know. For most, the job will be easy. Some will need help. To help with the mommies, we have Robby, our stud. To help with the daddies, we have Tiffany, our whore. Between them, with my expert guidance, we'll get them all, I guarantee.

"Here's your homework assignment. Your parents need to see that you have a powerful interest in sex. Let them both see you naked. They should have a hard time keeping clothes on you, and you girls need to stop wearing panties. Refuse to wear them, and always wear a dress or skirt--the shorter, the better. If you have a male dog, or have access to one, get him to fuck you and get caught. Make it look good and keep doing it. Your parents must see that they have a bitch in the house and she's always in heat. They should be faced with a choice of getting rid of the dog or the bitch, but if they have access to each other, they should adjust to seeing them fuck. They'll adjust if you make it look good."

Cindy was recognized and said, "I'll get grounded if I do that, Mrs. Elders. We have three male dogs, house dogs, Mom's poodles. They can't get rid of them. They'll lock me up instead."

"Then get grounded or locked up, but do it and keep doing it. Be a problem child for once. Be a child with a sexual obsession, one that needs a sex education class. Be a bad girl, Cindy. They won't kill you, and you might be surprised by their response. You need to put this pressure on them so that I'll have a response to work with, but I'll tell you right now, the word I got on your folks tells me that they'll love the new you. Your father is a very horny man, and your mother has a lesbian lover. They both like pussy, and they'll adore yours. Make sure they see it properly. Make sure they see it being properly fucked and they'll lock you up with the dogs."

Cindy sat with a plop, stunned by the news. She had no idea. Judy addressed the others, saying, "The rest of you have similar situations at home, especially you girls. Your fathers want to fuck you whether they act like it or not. The girls and their parents are going to be easy. It's the boys' parents that might pose a problem."

Bradley, the shy and quiet one, was recognized and said, "My mom would never let a kid fuck her, especially not me."

Judy needed another shocker so she drew upon a lie, saying, "Bradley, you don't know your mother. I heard from her best friend that she sneaks into your room late at night and sucks on your dick. She's nuts about your cock. Do you honestly think that a woman who goes to that extreme wouldn't jump at the chance for a fuck? Sit down before you fall down."

Bradley had turned ghostly white and sat in slow motion. He obviously believed her. Others were now wondering about their mothers. This is what Judy wanted as an outcome, the element of possibility.

Judy addressed the boys, saying, "You guys need to work on your mothers right away. Start paying attention to her. Stare at her private parts with that hungry look you give me. Stare as though you have x-ray vision. If she accidentally exposes skin, stare openly at it. Get caught staring. When you get caught, give her compliments like, 'Gee, Mom, you sure have sexy legs, ' or 'Sorry, Mom, but you have the sexiest boobs. I can't stop myself from staring.'"

This made them laugh. Judy smiled and said, "Laugh, but it works. Flattery will get you everywhere with a woman, any woman, but mothers especially, because they already love you. Always use the word 'sexy' when you offer a compliment. This will alert her that you are thinking of her as a sex object, a sex object you desire. This will get her thinking nasty thoughts. Use dirty words, like tittie and pussy, even cunt. Make it look like a slip, but keep slipping, even if you get your mouth washed out with soap. You'd be surprised how effective dirty words are on a woman. We secretly love them. Never say breasts or vagina, and that goes for you girls, too.

"This brings up the main target, your mother's pussy. You boys are now obsessed with your mothers' pussies. You are now on a perpetual beaver hunt. Stalk her like a hungry cat. Sneak and peek. Get caught peeking. When confronted, tell her you just want to see the hole you came from. Beg for a look. Hound her for a look. You must have a look, and not just at her pussy, but at the pussy hole. If she won't let you look, steal the looks. Sneak into her bedroom while she's sleeping and take a look. Wake her up so she'll know you stole the look. Give her no rest. Pursue your mother's cunt. You are all beaver hunters, and when you get one, eat it on the spot. After you eat it, fuck it. Never ask, just do. That's your pussy. Treat it that way. Mommy will soon see it as your pussy and let you at your pussy whenever you want at it."

Gary interjected, "My mom would kill me if I tried that."

"You spoke out of turn. Stand on your seat, strip naked, and jack off."

Gary turned red as the others laughed and jeered. He stood and mounted his seat sheepishly. Judy went on, speaking to the disrobing boy, saying. "She'll secretly love it, and she'll eventually surrender. When you have her spread out like a frog on its back, slip her the dick. Once you've done that, she'll never refuse you. She'll be your whore for life. Don't you want your very own whore?"

Gary had removed his jeans and stood with an erection poking out his BVDs. He hooked his thumbs in the waist band and brought them down. His six-inch boner caught on the elastic and when released, flipped back and slapped his almost hairless groin making the others laugh. Though deeply embarrassed, he nodded.

Judy wanted to speak to the girls, but with a cute, naked boy now jacking off in the middle of the classroom, she knew they could never concentrate. She spoke more to the boys, saying, "Boys, give me your attention. Your mothers will be easy. Just do as I tell you. You'll be surprised how easy this will be. Your fathers will be the problem, especially when he finds out his son is fucking his wife. Chances are, she'll tell him just to make him jealous."

Robby was recognized and said, "My dad would kill me if he knew I screwed my mom. I know she wants it bad, but I don't want to die."

"You're right about your Mom. She told me right out that she wants to be your whore. Your mother wears the pants in your family. I picked that up right away. Don't worry about your dad. He does what he's told. She'll have him sleeping in your bed as you take his place. She'll make him jack off by the bedside while you take your whore in front of him. She'll make you the man of the house and give him sloppy seconds, if that."

"Wow, are you sure?"

"When you get home today, walk up to her, reach under her dress, grab her by the cunt, and say, 'Quit teasing me, bitch, and give me some pussy!'"

"I couldn't say that to my mom. She'd kill me."

"She told me she wanted you to do and say it just that way. That's her fantasy. Give her what she wants, and she'll give you what you want. You don't need to fuck around, stud. You already own a whore, you just don't know it. If you come to class tomorrow and tell us you chickened out, I'll send you home in diapers. We'll find another class stud, one with a pair of balls."

"I'm not chicken. I got balls, big balls. Ask any girl here. I ain't shy. I'll do it just like you said, but if she don't put out, you gotta put out, right here, on the desk, in front of the whole class."

"You call that a threat? You're talking to an exhibitionist slut, Robby. To threaten me, tell me you'll never fuck me on my desk, or worse, you'll fuck me in a private place where no one can see."

This made Robby smile and the others who were paying attention, laugh. Judy told him to sit and addressed the guys, saying, "Robby's mother will be a cinch, but the rest of you may have to work for your whore. You'll get her. I'll make you that promise if you'll just follow my advice to the letter, and don't be shy. Go after it. Take no prisoners. Show no quarter. The pussy between your mother's legs belongs to you. Start thinking of it that way. Claim your pussy."

This made Gary reach a climax. His hand was a blur as he pounded his member on quaking knees. Gary was one of the cum shooters, and he sent cum flying. Sperm hit three students. Only one was a girl, and she didn't appreciate it any more than the guys did. Of course, he aimed at her, and she took most in her face and hair. The class loved it.

Judy made her lick the cum off the boys and wear what she had proudly. She also made her remove her blouse and bra. The class loved that even more, because the girl was the shyest, most proper, and most innocent of the lot--Sharon Stevens--the only girl with fully-developed tits, tits that now had semen running over them from her upper chest. The poor girl looked mortified, but her nipples looked like they could etch glass.

The rest of the day was spent killing inhibitions. Most of the class had to endure humiliating exposure rituals that involved masturbation. Once Gary broke that ice, masturbation was called for in every case.

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Judy went much farther that first day than she had planned. Things went so well, she couldn't stop herself. She remained nude and masturbated openly, almost constantly after licking the cum off Sharon's tits.

Judy decided to visit with Dick Jennings during the recess hour. Sharon had come along so nicely by then, and since it was Sharon's parents that wanted to fuck their daughter, she saw no reason why she couldn't bring her along.

She made Sharon wait in the lobby as she went ahead to clear the way. Dick was a wreck when she entered. He stood and said, "God damnit, Judy, you're going way too fast! Are you out of your mind?"

Judy hushed his tirade with an open palm and said, "Relax. Everything's cool. You're one of us, now. The kids think I have you by the balls. They love it."

Dick sat, still not relieved. Judy took a seat after removing her top. She assumed her former position. He looked at her beaver getting fingered and said, "You're out of control, woman. Gwen told me what you did in the teacher's lounge, and we still haven't heard from Marge. She was last seen making her way through the parking lot, scurrying from car to car."

"I know. Don't you love it?"

"I'm scared shitless, Judy. I told you to confine you activities to your classroom. I said stick you finger in Marge's mouth, not rape her and toss her naked ass in the hall. And what gives you the right to turn my teachers into whores? God damnit, Judy, this is a school, first and foremost. It is not a fucking whorehouse and certainly not your playground. You're blowing it, and I'm scared shitless."

"Don't be. You were blowing it. Now, you're doing it right. From what I hear, you weren't hired to run a good school."

"Well, you have a point there."

"I hope you didn't undo anything I did."

"Not yet, but I intend to... I'm thinking about it."

"Don't. June and Connie accept this. They want this. The rest of the faculty want this. The kids want this and more. Everyone is horny, but those who hired you want this, so leave things as they are."

"Well, the harm is done. I may as well ride this out, but damnit, Judy, slow down. That scene in your classroom can't be ignored until all parents are safe. They aren't whores, yet."

"Relax. I have the kids in the palm of my hand, and you can see where the palm of my hand is."

"I can't believe what I saw going on in that classroom."

"It got better after you left. We got into masturbation. Remember Jennifer? Picture her spread out on my desk, frigging herself off while the whole class gathered around her."

"Good god. Tell me you didn't force that on her."

"I don't force anything on anybody. I push, but gently. I'm no fool, Dick. The kids are eating this up. They love it, and they don't want anything or anyone to blow the deal. They were especially worried about you. I have solid commitments from every girl in that class to keep a smile on your face. You now have your harem. Come to the class anytime and take the one you want."

"Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. I brought you a present, the one with the big titties. She's a virgin. She's in the waiting area, waiting to become an ex-virgin."

"Sharon--Sharon Stevens?"

"You know her?"

"I play golf with her father almost every weekend."

"Did he ever tell you he wants to fuck her?"

"Every weekend?"

"From what I've been told, her mother likes the idea, too. They just don't know how to go about it. He'd probably thank you for breaking her in for them. You might get the mommy as a thank you."

"I've won her several times. Mark's pretty cool, and he's the better golfer. My wife feels like his concubine. You're right, he does want the kid broken in. All right, bring her in. Wait, does she know she's here to get screwed?"

"Yes. By the way, we're friends now; at least to the members of my class we are. In fact, we're now good buddies. When I get back from this meeting, they'll understand that you'll be our friend as long as we keep you supplied in tight, young pussy willing to do anything to please you. Sharon thinks she's being brought here as a peace offering--that's p-i-e-c-e offering."

"And Sharon's willing to do anything to please me?"

"That's right. Your wish is her command. Take charge right away. Don't let her get cold feet. She's very nervous but determined to do her part for the cause. She wants to return to class with a messy twat and receive a hero's welcome the way Tiffany did. Don't let her down."

"Bring her in, and be sure to lock the door. Tell Gwen I'm not to be disturbed. By the way, Gwen is cool. 'I'm not to be disturbed' is our code phrase for, 'Dick has a girl he's trying to fuck in his office.' It's only been used twice this school year, but she lives to hear the code."

"That's great. She looks so straight. She walked out of the teacher's lounge this morning right after Marge. Why did she do that?"

"She has to play it straight--you know, see no evil. She's been hot as a fire cracker all day. She's bisexual and oral as hell, so do me a favor and let her lick your pussy. If she doesn't get a lick soon, the poor woman will explode."

"Well, we can't have that. I'll satisfy her right after we satisfy you. I say we, because I want to watch this."

"I insist. Please, go get the little hero."

Judy went to the door after removing her skirt. Dick tried to make her get dressed, but she said the office was empty when she came in. There was just Sharon and Gwen. She consoled him by saying, "Relax. I'll peek out, first, but if it's still clear, Gwen will get a big thrill out of seeing me walk out stark naked to take Sharon by the hand."

A smile formed on Dick's face and he said, "Okay, but don't take chances, and don't dally. Just get her and come back. You're right; she'll love it."

"She'll love my code phrase even better." With that, Judy cracked open the door and peeked out. The coast was clear. Gwen hadn't noticed the door crack open, so Judy made a noise as she threw it wide and boldly stepped out into the normally busy reception area.

Gwen sat up with a start, and her eyes shot wide on seeing Judy--all of Judy. A rapid flush suffused her pale features as Judy brushed by, went to Sharon, and stood her on her feet. She marched the nervous girl to Gwen's desk, standing to the side of Sharon so as not to block Gwen's view.

Holding both of Sharon's arms behind her back with her right hand, Judy said, "Mr. Jennings will be busy fucking this child for the next thirty or so minutes. Will you hold his calls and see that we're not disturbed until he finishes fucking this girl's virgin cunt?"

Gwen, now red as a beet, nodded dumbly. Judy reached out and cupped the middle-aged woman's chin, tilting her face up as Judy brought her lips down for a kiss. Judy gave the stunned woman a long and passionate French kiss that slowly tapered off to lip licking, followed by a peck. She said, "Thanks. I owe you."

With that, she turned and prodded Sharon on, leaving Gwen in a puddle just as three people entered the reception area and watched a woman's naked ass pass into the principal's office.

The three were Connie Blackwell with two delinquent fifth-grade boys who had obviously been fighting. They were still staring at the closed door as Connie said, "Was that Judy?"

Gwen nodded. Connie smiled and said, "Isn't she something? Here, these two are next, but they won't be nearly as much fun for Mr. Jennings. They were fighting. Tell him to deal with them as he sees fit. I've had it with these two sex maniacs. They were fighting over a girl--her panties, actually. I've got the girl's panties. I'm going to try to track her down."

Gwen said, "Connie, why don't you leave the panties here. If you find her, send her to see Mr. Jennings."

Connie gave Gwen a knowing look and came behind the counter to deliver the panties. She dropped them on Gwen's desk and said, "You might inform him that the girl gave the panties up willingly. They were fighting over possession. Maybe Dick can determine the rightful owner. I'll find the girl, don't worry about that."

As she turned to leave, Gwen said, "What do you want done with these two?"

Connie admitted the two behind the counter as she made to leave. She set the counter top opening down after they passed through then said, "I'd like them transferred into Judy's class. I think she'd love to have these two sex fiends. She could probably control them; I can't. Let's just say I can't do what she'll do. My orders say men, not boys. I wish I could, but... never mind. I think I said too much. I wouldn't want to give Judy ideas. There are far more horny boys than there are men in this school. Forget what I just said, Gwen."

"I'll tell her for you, but don't get your hopes up. Dick doesn't like the orders as they stand now. Unless Judy did some fancy talking, you can expect those orders to be rescinded. Get what you can while the getting is good."

"Except for dick, I already have. I'm now going for seconds, thirds in one case, and that's with June to compete with. She's not doing too badly herself. Five won't cut it, Gwen, not when one is fruity as a box of Fruit Loops. Still, we both got him."

"I'm sorry, Connie. This is a school, you know, and credentials or no, you are a teacher in this school. Get what you can while the getting is good and forget boys. That'll never happen unless you do like Judy and go after it without orders. She has papers; you don't. I wouldn't try. You're a good teacher. We'd hate to lose you, papers or no."

Connie shrugged and left the boys with Gwen and departed. The boys were confused by the cryptic exchange but were now grinning at the prospect of joining Judy's class. They'd seen her, and they'd heard stories, but they'd never seen her naked ass before. They wore big grins.

Gwen gave the boys the once over, then smiled and said, "So, the little tart gave you her panties. Interesting. Tell me about it, and, uh, tell me about her. Don't worry, I'm just curious. I won't breathe a word."

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Inside the principal's office, Sharon was ordered to strip. She had a case of nerves, but she was also resolved to be a good class member and do her duty. Judy sat in the chair and masturbated while Dick stripped along with Sharon. Sharon watched him as he watched her. When they were both naked, he told her to lie back on his desk with her legs wide.

Judy had a good profile view but moved her chair for a perfect profile view. Sharon reclined along the long axis at the right side as Judy faced the desk. Dick stood close, fisting his seven-inch erection while surveying the most provocative little-girl spread he'd ever seen. She looked like a fully developed woman in miniature. He ran his hands over her firm tits then fondled her slimy pussy, before inserting two fingers, saying, "God damn, this girl is hot, Judy."

"I just ate her cunt for her. I have the best looking girls in the sixth grade and they're all yours, chief. Every one wants to be a three-holer whore. They all want to get knocked up, and they are all willing to fuck dogs in a crowd. Isn't that right, Sharon?"

"Yes. We all want to be just like Mrs. Elders. Fuck my virgin pussy, Mr. Jennings. Cum deep in my cunt and make me a pregnant whore. Find me a big dog to fuck and I'll fuck him in front of you and your wife and anyone you'd care to invite to watch. You can take pictures, movies, even."

Dick smiled at this obviously rehearsed speech. Judy smiled back and said, "Isn't she precious?"

"Yes, and a good actress."

"Those were lines, but she means every word. Am I right, Sharon? Tell him how you really feel. Be honest. I want you to be honest, always."

Sharon looked up from the throbbing organ moving through her cunt lips. She looked Dick in the eyes and said, "I'm scared, but I'd like to try everything, even dogs, even in a crowd putting on a show while they take pictures or movies. I would rather not get pregnant, but I don't want you to use a rubber or pull out, so I'm willing to risk pregnancy. If I'm going to get fucked, I want it natural. I want the sperm where it's supposed to go, in my womb. If it makes a baby, well, that's too bad. My parents will just have to deal with it. I'm a whore, and I plan to be a bitch, too. They'll just have to accept the consequences."

Dick said, "They will, sweetheart, don't you worry about that. When you become a bitch, they'll be there with cameras and plenty of film."

Judy said, "Tiffany may be the best fuck, but Sharon is the best equipped. Don't you agree?"

"She certainly is. She gorgeous, a sexy doll just like her mother, only Sharon will look much cuter with a mutt humping her sexy ass. Don't think your mother won't like seeing you mated to a mutt. If I know her, she'll guide his cock and hold his leash while he screws you, and it wouldn't surprise me one bit if she squatted in front and fed you some Mommy pussy while you're getting your twat stuffed with doggie dick."

"If she does, I'll lick it for her."

"God damn! Are you ready, kid?"

"Yes, I guess so. Will it hurt?"

Judy said, "He'll take his time. He doesn't want this to hurt, but your first time comes with a tiny hurt that goes away fast. When it starts to hurt, tell him. Just try to relax, sweetheart."

"Okay. I'm ready."

Sharon's virgin fuck was a huge success. She loved having a dick in her once the thin membrane gave way, causing her only slight discomfort. After that, she eagerly humped back, and unlike most virgin fucks, hers came with two orgasms. She left the desk on wobbly legs. They all dressed and left the office together.

Gwen stood to tell them about the boys. With the office empty, and after having had a frank and intimate talk with the boys, Gwen was eager to get back at Judy, returning shock for shock in a friendly way. She said, "Mrs. Elders, these boys saw you walk naked into the principal's office, and now they insist we transfer them to your class. They both want to fuck you."

Judy made a face of mock annoyance at Gwen's grinning face; then, not to be outdone, looked the boys over, actually, looking over their bulging crotches. She said, "Well, they look promising. We do need more boys to balance things out. I'd like to see their cocks first. Let's step back inside the office."

Dick had no choice but to go along as Judy ushered everyone into the private office. This time, Gwen was not staying out. She closed the door, turning as Judy, with folded arms, said, "Drop those pants, boys. Let's see what you've got to offer to the girls in my class, and me, of course."

The boys looked dumbfounded. They looked from face to face, but it was Sharon's grinning face that unhinged them. One said, "In front of her?"

"Yes. She has a stake in this decision, too. She's one of my girls. Do you want in the class or not?"

The boys looked at each other, then shrugged, went for the pants, and soon stood with their cocks jutting out. Judy was impressed, but tried not to show it. Robby had competition for the largest cock title. Judy boldly pumped each organ, then invited Sharon to do the same. She did so with a blush, but soon got over that and freely fondled both cocks. Gwen demanded a turn, then dropped to her knees and started sucking Trevor while pumping Jason's dick. The woman was a hungry slut. She sucked off Trevor in record time, then quickly got her mouth over Jason's cock just has he was about to soil the carpet.

She drained the boy dry, then stood, wiped her mouth, and said, "Well, I'd best get back to my desk. Let me know what you decide and I'll make the switch."

She made her exit. Judy addressed the boys, saying, "You two missed a lot. Sharon will have to bring you current. Sharon, I want you to fill the boys in, and after you do, I want them to fill you in. You belong to them for the rest of the day. Take them home with you. Let your parents catch you fucking these boys. That should pave the way nicely for you."

Sharon blushed at these instructions, but the boys were all smiles, especially when the luscious girl said, "Okay. I'll do it, but they might not like this."

Trevor said, "Are you kidding? Every guy in school wants to fuck you, Sharon. We're going to love it."

She said, "Not you, silly, my parents."

"Oh. You have a point."

Judy said, "Trust me. They'll love it too. You three have a good time, and make sure you get caught in the act, preferably by both parents."

Dick offered, "Sharon, don't worry at all about your father. He's praying some young stud will come along and nail you good, turning you into a sex-starved nymphomaniac. Your mother is hoping for the same thing. We talk about you when we fuck. As you know, we fuck a great deal. They never told you that you could not take a boy into your bedroom, did they?"

"Well, no."

Dick said, "There's a reason for that. They want you to take a boy into your bedroom. If they see you go in there with two, they'll be thrilled. Trust me." Turning to Judy, he said, "My guess is they won't disturb her, so she won't get caught in the act, if that's what you're hoping for."

Judy said, "He's right. They'll give you privacy. We don't want that. You're going to have to be obvious. After your first round, go out and mingle with them. Look fucked. Don't wear much, and don't wipe any semen. Let them see the evidence for themselves, but don't be too obvious the first time. They'd love it, but it wouldn't look right. We want this to look right."

Addressing herself to the boys, she said, "And you two should look like a couple of cocky and arrogant teenage studs. You just fucked their daughter and you don't care that they know. Get frisky with her in front of them; then, when you're ready for more pussy, drag her ass back to the bedroom. The next time you come out, she should wear even less and look like a frat-house fuck rag."

Trevor said, "How 'bout we bring her out naked. That would be cool."

"If you get a third time, bring her out naked. If you can, fuck her in front of them before you leave. Everything you do should build gradually. Getting away with one thing leads to something bigger. You want this to look natural, and you want to bring them along bit by bit. They should see that you two are getting off on taking chances and are trying to outdo each other. That would look right for two bold bad boys like you two."

Jason said, "I get it. Don't sweat it, Mrs. Elders. We know what to do."

Judy looked to Sharon and said, "You should act like you're at the mercy of these two perverts, like you can't say no, like they have something on you, or you lost a bet. You should not act like you like the way they're treating you, but don't act like you're being raped. At first, you should act shocked that your parents aren't stepping in or saying anything, because they won't, and their lack of responsive action is driving these boys on, making things worse on you. You should be giving them incredulous looks that say, 'Why are you letting them get away with this, ' but don't ever actually say that. Just give looks."

"I know what you mean, and I can give that look. I've given it lots of times when Mr. Jennings is with Mom and Dad's home or due home. They know the look."

Dick added, "She does give good looks, very expressive. She doesn't need to say a thing. She can say volumes with a look."

"Good. As the evening progresses, come around slowly so your parents see that the more it goes on, the more you grow to like it. If it gets to the point where they bring you out naked, come out as a nympho, eager for more cock, starving for it."

Sharon said, "Mrs. Elders... Judy, I can't even imagine this going past the first time. I know they'd like me to be sexually active, but they won't like it to go this way. At some point, they'll stop it. I know them. They hate cocky and arrogant boys. Now, a make out, they'd probably watch from beginning to end, even if two boys were involved."

"That's what we're going to find out. How far will they play along? Do it my way, Sharon. I think I know the best way. We can always try your way if this fails. If all goes well, they'll be left with the nympho they've always wanted without a lot of bullshit making out."

"I hope you're right. I feel like a nympho. I want to do it again and again. I hope you guys are up to this. I'm fucking horny and I just got fucked. See?"

The boys gazed on the drooling beaver she displayed. Jason said, "Hey, don't worry about us. We'll fuck you cross-eyed if your folks let us."

Trevor added, "Fuckin 'A' we will, and we ain't shy. I'll fuck you on your mom's lap and finger her pussy while I'm doing it."

Judy said, "That's the spirit, boys. You're going to fit in nicely. Be in my classroom tomorrow morning, unless you get to spend the night at Sharon's place. If that happens, I don't expect to see any of you in the morning, but I want you to come in when you can to make your report. Are we all set?"

They all nodded. Judy said, "Great. You kids take off. You're through for the day. Start getting better acquainted, but save the cum shots for later. You'll need all you can make."

Sharon said, "Can't I swing by the class and show them I got screwed?"

"All right, but make it quick and you guys wait outside for her. I don't want anyone to see you until I introduce you tomorrow."

[Read on, (seven more paragraphs) then follow the kids in "Making of a Nympho".]

The kids left smiling. Dick was shaking his head. Gwen waited for Judy and took her by the hand as soon as she emerged, dragging her into the empty nurse's aid room. The slut was still hungry.

Day one could not have gone better had it been planned by God herself, and Judy Elders left campus long after sunset, thinking she may be God herself. She had no reason to think otherwise. Three more female teachers hinted strongly that they wanted strong pushes, and Connie almost demanded that boys be included because there were too many whores and not enough adult males to service one whore, much less five.

The gathered whore candidates looked at Connie as though she were nuts. Three of the five bit off more than they could chew, and June was one. They wanted a push into adultery, not a shove into the arms of a pack of horny boys that could come to their homes, demand pussy, and get it within one minute.

The three panicked whores all had eligible male boys living under their roof--horny little fuckers with lots of horny little fucker friends in the neighborhood. June had three, and they were part of a pack of twelve. Connie's amendment would effectively make her the neighborhood cunt, the gang's pussy, slut of the street in addition to all the other males she had to service at school. The other women were in no better circumstances. Though one had no boys under her roof, she had three girls who knew plenty of horny boys, and they were generous girls, very popular without a whore they could pass around.

Judy liked Connie's idea, relented, and issued the outrageous order, knowing Dick would throw a fit when he found out that horny little boys were fucking his female teachers all over the school. The four reluctant, shoved whores knelt and sucked the goddess' pussy, one after the other, demonstrating that, push come to shove, no matter what was demanded, a gal did what she had to do, though two of those gals had papers and didn't need to kneel and kiss anyone's ass any more than Judy did.

Power like that goes to a lady's head. She even made Connie kneel and suck, shoving her in a direction she didn't want to go, putting smiles on the wet faces of the women Connie royally fucked over by whining over the sparsity of whore fuckers.

Tuesday promised to be a very interesting day as the whores were required to announce their status to each of their classes first thing in the morning and at their respective dinner tables that evening, getting things kicked into high gear before Dick could head it off. Furthermore, each had to strip naked to do it, both places, and Connie was to be present in each classroom to see the order was carried out faithfully, then report back to Judy when all was done. She had to go first with the other four watching her, so Connie would see to it that nobody hedged when it came their turn. They were fucked and left feeling like they'd bitten off more than they could chew, even Connie Blackwell felt like she'd bitten off too much. Too bad. A gal has to do what she has to do.



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The Making of a Nympho


Sharon, Trevor, and Jason left the school grounds after Sharon showed the class her well-fucked pussy and received a standing ovation. They walked to a nearby burger bar. The boys wanted to get her alone, and she wanted to be alone with them, but she also wanted the evening to go right. She had a job to do, and they needed to talk. They needed to be in a public place or they'd get no talking done. She was the strong one and insisted they remain in the open.

They ordered sodas and sat at an outside picnic table. They all sat together on the same side with Sharon seated between the boys, facing the burger bar shack. The boys would not keep their hands off her and were constantly checking to see if anyone was looking before copping feels. Sharon fought them off, but after a few minutes decided that checking for onlookers was a better use of her time.

They took chances, but the place was practically empty. After the two carhops had caught them at it several times and just gave smiling winks, they stopped counting them as onlookers. After the carhops informed the counter help, they ignored them too. After the counter help went and got the cooks out of the back, they overlooked them as well.

When the only car pulled out, they were home free. They had seven onlookers that were always looking on, but they didn't count. Sharon sat with her dress rucked up to her hips, no panties, her top open with no bra, and her hands inside pants. The burger bar staff looked amused, though they couldn't see much unless they approached the table.

The kids got free burgers, free shakes, free fries, free pickles, napkins, condiments, balloons, more burgers, more fries, another round of soft drinks, all delivered by different people. The boys wouldn't let Sharon cover herself during a delivery. They trapped her hands in their pants by pushing out their stomachs against their belts. They got her tits out in the open and fingered her pussy all through a delivery while the bug-eyed delivery person stared at the girl's crotch and all the pink meat the boys revealed. They quickly learned how to get free food.

Sharon eventually grew to like the deliveries and offered a good spread. Between deliveries, Sharon explained about the class, told them how the day went, and told them what Judy's plans were as best she understood them. The kids grew hornier as the telling went on, and the food piled up. Before long, Sharon was practically naked, outdoors in broad daylight.

They had worked the top of her dress down her arms, completely baring her chest. The skirt part was rolled into a tight wad around her middle, leaving her naked from the waist down. They had their cocks out and she had a grip on both. She was no longer trapped, but she did nothing to hide from the steady flow of people asking, "Need anything else? Just checking."

Since Sharon could not use her hands for eating, the boys were considerate enough to feed her. Everything they put in her mouth tasted like pussy. When cars pulled in, they had to alter their act, but even that didn't stop the under-the-table games. Basically, they loosely hid her nipples. Sharon didn't care whether they hid them or stripped her naked. She wasn't even on the lookout. She talked, ate, and played with dicks. She was stuffed at both ends. She even had a pickle up her ass, compliments of the fine people at the burger bar who delivered the pickle as a group.

They stayed on that hard bench for almost two hours, but the last hour had put a cramp in their fun as business began picking up. Sharon had to put her dress in order, and reluctantly let the boys put the exciting cocks away. That last hour they spent going over the plan for the evening.

Sharon knew her parents were cool people and very open about sex. They encouraged her to date, even at the tender age of twelve. She believed Judy after she had time to think about all the ways her parents had paved the way for her to become sexually active. They even gave her condoms for her birthday. The condoms came with a new swimsuit that she'd never dared wear, not even at home in their pool with a privacy fence.

The suit, if it could be called that, was just string tied to three tiny triangles. Her mother offered to help her put it on, but Sharon brushed the offer aside and said it was too early for swimsuits. She thanked them, but she remembered the disappointed look they shared, a look she now knew was, "Damn, we failed again!"

Sharon became more encouraged the more she thought about all the clues she'd failed to pick up on. They were trying to seduce her, and she never picked up on that. They tried hard, but she had a blind side that only a stiff dick working in her pussy cleared. Even then, it took Judy's information to make her open her eyes wide. Her parents really did want a nympho daughter, and the boys really would be welcome in their home, in her bedroom, in her pussy, mouth, and asshole if they'd just take that damn pickle out.

Sharon kept thinking about the suit and how disappointed they'd been that she refused to wear it. She felt badly, even at the time. Now she felt awful. They were so good to her and all they wanted was sex. Suddenly, a great idea popped into her head. Suppose, she wondered, if after going into her room with the boys, she emerged wearing the suit. They'd know the boys had her naked at some point and had helped to put the suit on her.

The idea grew stronger and stronger, because it would serve as the perfect ice breaker, getting everyone in the mood. It would look like wearing the suit in front of her parents and the boys got her horny. The boys would get horny watching her strut and model the suit. They'd try to get her to go back to the bedroom, and she'd go because she was horny. That had to be the warm-up for the first fuck. They'd need a warm-up. They'd want a warm-up. "Yes!"

Jason said, "Yes what?"

Sharon told them about the tiny suit and her plan for a warm-up. The guys liked her idea. The truth was, they were both nervous about the parents. A warm-up to see how they were going to act suited them just fine, so they all thought along those lines and tossed Judy's instructions out the window.

Sharon scrapped Judy's idea to look forced or blackmailed. Her parents wouldn't like that at all, even if it got them what they were after. If they saw she was enjoying herself, showing off her body, getting lewd with the boys, they'd like that, she was certain. And the boys needed to act like normal boys. Cocky and arrogant would turn her mother off and piss off her father. They needed to act like normal sixth-grade boys until she got them so hot and horny that they couldn't control themselves. They all agreed and rehearsed their roles, going over possible scenarios leading to the first fuck.

They had another hour to kill and they killed that hour walking. They wanted to arrive after both parents got home and changed into their comfy clothes. For her mother, Bonnie, that was a loose-fitting blouse and baggy shorts. She sometimes went nude or just wore panties. Her father, Brad, usually wore boxer shorts and a T-shirt if they weren't expecting company.

Her father's shorts were pattern underwear with a slit fly through which she often saw his dick. His dick would sometimes be hanging fully out, balls and all, as he pretended he didn't know. She now knew he was pretending though he didn't need to pretend. He, too, would often walk about in the nude. They liked to skinny-dip and encouraged her to join them. She'd swim with her naked parents, but never in the nude. She was also modest around the house, especially after her tits popped out so rapidly and embarrassingly.

She still wasn't used to her 34-C's. Her parents were dying to see them. They even asked, point blank, at the dinner table three nights earlier. They did all they could to put her at ease. Bonnie even went topless to encourage Sharon. Her father acted as though breasts didn't bother him at all, that he was just curious, wanting to see if she were developing properly. The pressure was intense, but Sharon steadfastly refused, and finally asked to be excused. Their looks, once again said, "Damn! Failed again."

Sharon shared all this information with her new friends, her boy friends, and they kept assuring her that she had the best tits they'd ever seen. Sharon didn't need the assurances. She knew she had great tits and knew they were crazy about her titties. Even as they walked the neighborhood streets, they took every opportunity to look inside the low-cut bodice of her dress, as though to reassure themselves that they were still there.

It was easy to check. Her dress was unhooked and unzipped all the way to her tail bone, held together at the top by the boys taking turns holding the two parts together. In this way, when opportunities presented themselves, they could, if they chose to, bare her chest completely by pulling the dress down her arms. They could also let it hang as loose as they pleased to facilitate reaching inside and feeling. They sometimes walked her along by the tits.

Sharon let them decide what they dared try to get away with. She just walked. They got a huge kick out of being daring, and as boys will, kept pushing the limit. Sharon grew to like their game and was actually willing to be more daring than they were.

She shocked the boys when she took a squat behind a tree and shit the pickle out. Their fingering had pushed the eight-inch pickle so far up her ass that walking grew uncomfortable. She had to shit it out and swore she'd never accept another pickle delivery from the Burger Bar, even if their famous pickles were the "Biggest and the Best." Besides, she didn't like being turned upside-down on a full stomach just to receive a complimentary fifty cent pickle. Shitting a pickle in a public place gave Sharon a big thrill, but had the boys sweating bullets as they waited on watch. They were more relieved than she was when it passed.

They walked along quiet streets with heavy vegetation of trees and hedges, so it wasn't like they had to check an entire neighborhood. If no cars were coming, and no one was headed their way on the sidewalk, they felt safe.

Several times, she allowed the dress to slip all the way down to her feet, leaving her naked in her shoes as she walked right out of it. Each time she did that, the boys went into a panic trying to get the dress back on over her head. Half the time, it went on backward, and they had to pull it off and start over, rarely getting cooperation, and never getting assistance from the person who should have been the most interested in getting it back on.

This led to a game of chicken after the boys told her they would not pick the dress up if she let it drop. They then released their hold on the dress. It fell all the way. Sharon walked out of it and kept walking--stark naked in shoes. The boys were in a sweat after ten paces. They walked past a woman out watering her lawn. She watered her poodle. They walked on as a paperboy on a bicycle turned onto their sidewalk and headed toward them. He ran his bike into a hedge as he passed.

The boys were dying as they neared the intersection, and Sharon looked as cool as a shitted pickle while naked as a jaybird wearing shoes. A passing car approached from behind, slowed, then came to cruise alongside. Sharon smiled at the middle-aged driver who couldn't believe his eyes. The boys finally broke and raced back to the dress that was almost a full block back.

Sharon stopped. The car stopped. The driver beckoned her over. Against her better judgment, she casually walked over and leaned in the passenger window because he looked cute. She said "Hi" as she framed her tits in the window on folded arms resting on the sill.

"Get in. I'll give you a ride." He said this while reaching for and fondling her breasts.

Sharon watched him toy with her nipples. She looked down the block to see how the boys were doing, thrusting her chest out for the man. The boys had the dress and were headed back. Sharon leaned back in the window and said, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yeah, get in."

"No, call me. My number is 442-6745. Remember it. Ask my Mom if you can come over and fuck me. Say it just like that. Her name is Bonnie. Tell her I gave you the number. Remember, 442-6745. Tell her that I wanted to show you my new itsy-bitsy string bikini. She'll know it was me that gave you the number if you say that."

"I can't ask your mother that!"

"Why, she'll let you fuck me if you let her watch."

"Are you serious?"

"What have you got to lose, only don't call tonight. Call tomorrow at six. If my dad answers, ask him. He'd like to watch too."

The boys arrived and Sharon stepped back from the car. She let them dress her, but again, she didn't help. The car drove off. Jason, out of breath, said, "You're [puff pant] nuts [puff pant] do you [puff pant] know that [puff pant]?"

Trevor, even more out of breath said, "You [puff pant puff] could [puff pant puff] get [puff pant puff] us all [puff pant puff] arrested, [puff pant puff] you nut."

Sharon had been as scared as they were until the man pulled alongside and she saw his eagerness to get at her. One look at the lust in his eyes, and she wanted him. It was all she could do not to get in the car with him. With the dress back on, she thought about that. Sex was, indeed, a powerful force. She walked along thinking about dead girls along roadsides, and remembered she gave him her name and number with instruction to call, instructions that were sure to be warmly received by her horny parents.

After walking a block, the boys were breathing normally again, feeling giddy and laughing. Jason said, "What did that man want?"

"He wanted to fuck me, what do you think?"

Trevor said, "Figures. What did you tell him?"

"I gave him my number and told him to call tomorrow night and ask my mom for permission. I think she'll give it after tonight."

Jason said, "If he shows up, will you fuck him?"

"I'll have to. They'll expect me to. They'll want to watch."

Trevor said, "You don't sound too happy."

"It's just weird, don't you think?"

Jason said, "It's kinda cool if you ask me."

"Yeah, it is kinda. He was cute. He sure liked my tits. We're almost there. You'd better zip me up."

"Why not let the dress fall off when you step inside. That'll freak 'em."

"No, I want to do this just like we planned. I'm introducing you as my boyfriends. I've never had one. Coming home with two will be shock enough."

Trevor zipped her but didn't bother with the catch at the top. They entered the house together and caught her mother padding through in bra and panties. She made a dash for the hallway. Her father was reading the paper in his easy chair, wearing only the boxer shorts. He sat up, covering his lap with the paper and said, "Sharon, you could have let us know you had company."

"It's all right, Dad. I told them you guys like to be casual at home."

"Sharon, that's beside the point. Have them wait outside till we get decent."

Sharon shrugged and ushered the boys out. She waited with them. When the door shut, Trevor said, "Wow, your mom is a stone fox."

Jason said, "No shit. I see where you got your tits."

"Of course. I didn't get them from my dad, silly. Don't worry. She loved it. They're in there talking this over, I'll bet. I've never done this and Dad saw I wasn't wearing a bra. I forgot about that."

Trevor looked at her top and said, "Yeah, it's pretty obvious when your nipples get hard. Boy are they hard, now."

"Yep, that's what they're talking about. Jason. Quick. Hook my dress but unzip me all the way."

Sharon turned her back to him, pushed her hair up out of the way, and watched the door knob. Jason made the hook, and the zipper came down to her ass. She shook out her hair, then made a few turns, saying, "Is it obvious?"

"Yes, it's obvious. It's also obvious that you're not wearing panties, either. You said all the way."

"Pull it up a little, then. I don't want to be that obvious."

"I pulled it up enough, but now your hair hides the opening."

"That's okay. I have a plan. When we..."

Her words were cut short by the door opening. Bonnie was there wearing a short dress, no bra, and a smile. She invited them in. Brad was back in his chair wearing his silk smoking jacket over Bermuda shorts, smoking a pipe.

When the door shut, Sharon said, "Mom, Dad, this is Trevor and this is Jason. They're my boyfriends."

Bonnie said, "Do you mean friends that are boys, or boyfriends?"

"No, boyfriends, as in boyfriends. I can't decide between them, so they both said they'd be my boyfriend. They agreed to share me."

Bonnie gave Brad a smiling look, then looked back to the three and said, "That sure is a mature decision for young folks to make. I think that's very wise. I hope this works out for you three. You make a cute threesome. Sorry about that exhibition, but I didn't know you boys were coming."

Brad said, "Yes, if she had known two boys were coming, she'd have been naked."

"Brad, honestly. You'll give these boys the wrong impression of me."

Sharon said, "No he won't, Mom. I told them you like going around naked and also like to skinny-dip in our pool."

"Sharon! You're giving away family secrets. Now, I see why you burst in unannounced. You must have been terribly disappointed to discover I wasn't naked."

"We were, but they knew it was a fifty-fifty chance. Maybe next time they'll get lucky."

Surprised but not shook, Bonnie smiled and coyly said, "Call ahead and the odds go way up."

Sharon turned her back to her mother and raised her hair, saying, "Mom, will you zip me up? One of them unzipped me and they both deny doing it."

Bonnie stared at the bare back and looked to Brad as though to confirm his assessment that she wasn't wearing a bra. She ran her fingers down the oval of naked skin on the way to the zipper tab. Before zipping, she pulled the material out and looked down the tunnel to her daughter's bare ass. She held the tunnel open to make certain Sharon knew her naked ass was being inspected. She held it as the boys stole a peek, then said "Well, that's the trouble you'll have with two boyfriends," then zipped the dress.

Sharon again shook out her hair and said, "Thanks, Mom. I'm going to show them my room, okay?"

"Sure, run along, but don't turn your back on those two. They look like sex maniacs to me."

The three kids laughed at her teasing joke and moved down the hall. Bonnie went straight to Brad's chair, waited for the door to shut, and excitedly said, "She's naked under that dress, Brad--stark naked."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. I looked. There's no panties on that girl, and I think that little charade with the zipper was to let me know she was naked."

"No, I can't believe that. Not Sharon."

"That isn't the Sharon that left the house this morning. I think she's had sex. I think she's been fucked. She had that look about her, that ex-virgin glow. And showing up with two boyfriends, taking them straight to her room. Brad, I think we finally got through to her. She knew we wouldn't mind, and those boys had no qualms about looking at her naked ass. They knew I wouldn't mind if they took a peek. Hell, they acted as though I were pulling it out to show them. She had to tell them it was okay, that we were cool."

"God damn! Do you suppose they're in there fucking?"

"I wouldn't be at all surprised. Why wouldn't they be. We're cool parents."

"Go listen at the door."

"No. Let's leave her alone. This is not the time to be putting pressure on her. If she thinks we're spying on her, we'll just drive them to wherever they were before they came here. We don't want that, do we?"

"We also don't want her screwing behind a closed door."

"Give it time, Brad. She'll come along. Let her get comfortable with the idea. I'll bet she's ready to go skinny-dipping. If things go well, I'll suggest it. I think she'll jump at the chance. I know those boys will."

"She's definitely opening up. You're right. I'm just so fucking horny, I want it all right now."

"Typical man. Be patient. I don't care if they're in there for three hours. When she comes out, we don't look at her any differently. We have to be our usual selves, no questions, no dirty looks, no nothing, cool, got it?"

"I'll be okay unless she has cum running down her legs."

"I don't think those boys are old enough to be squirting semen. Still, I hope she uses the rubbers we gave her."

"I hope she don't, and I hope they're fertile little fuckers."

"I forgot... your preggo fantasy. Now that the reality is upon us, are you still wanting to stick to the agreement?"

"Hell yes. Giving her rubbers is as far as you're allowed to go. If she won't use them, you can't say a thing."

"I know, I just can't believe you actually want to see her get pregnant."

"Well, I do, and when it's my turn in the saddle, if she doesn't tell me to wear one, I get to fuck her raw. We agreed. We can put the baby up for adoption, but if she gets pregnant, she stays pregnant."

"Look, if it means that much to you, and Sharon goes along, I am not that opposed to the idea. I'm not trying to..."

They heard the bedroom door open. Brad whispered, "That's too soon."

Bonnie quickly took a seat on the sofa and grabbed a magazine--"Sports Illustrated." They heard the kids enter the room, but neither looked up until Sharon said, "How do you like the suit?"

They both looked up at those words and saw their almost nude daughter pad out before them and do a turn in place. The suit barely hid the nipples, and the pad in her crotch exposed most of her small patch of fine pubic hairs, basically forming a cradle for her clit, leaving the base of her pubic lips bare as the bottom of the pussy patch was wedged between the lips.

The crotch triangle should have been enough to completely cover her sex, but she had it worn too low and someone had intentionally stuffed the excess material into her crack. What showed could have been covered by a quarter. The rest was just string. She was naked or as good as.

Brad was speechless and Bonnie took a few deep breaths as the boys sat on the sofa to her left. Trevor, sitting thigh to thigh with Bonnie, said, "She looks great, don't she?"

Bonnie got her words formed and said, "Yes. Great."

Sharon faced her parents and said, "I showed them my birthday present and they insisted I try it on. I found out that with boyfriends, you can't say no. If they hadn't helped, I'd have never figured this thing out. I don't see how anyone can put one of these on by themselves."

Bonnie said, "That's why I offered to help."

"So, does it look right?"

She did a slow turn, then began a walk to-and-fro as a model might do, putting a sexy sway in her step that had her father's eyes swaying. They all watched her act in silent awe. After several trips back and forth, she started in on poses. The poses were routine swimsuit poses with her arms up fanning her hair, chest out, one knee cocked and bent out, revealing a stuffed slit and bare pubes.

She fished for compliments and opinions. The boys complimented everything. Brad still couldn't speak. Bonnie loved seeing her daughter behave so shamelessly and wanted to encourage her. She said, "To be honest, the top looks dumb. I think that suit would be better as a topless suit. I think you should take the top off and just wear the bottoms."

Sharon said, "Okay," then pulled a string at her back and discarded the top. She rubbed her tits, then thrust them out, saying, "Is this better?"

Bonnie said, "Oh, yes. That's much better. Isn't that better, Brad?"

"Much better."

She danced her titties before each spectator much as a stripper in a topless bar would play to the front row seats. When she got to her father, she stood between his knees and leaned forward, sticking her chest out, saying, "Am I developing properly, Daddy?"

Brad couldn't resist. He made a living bra out of his hands and examined his daughter's mammary development. He rolled the turgid nipples in his fingers, molding the drum-tight flesh, feeling her up with total abandon. Bonnie finally had to admonish him, saying, "Quit playing with her tits so she can finish modeling her suit for her boyfriends. You have your own titties to play with. Sharon's titties belong to them."

He let go and Sharon returned to modeling poses centered on the two boys. The poses became obscene when she did rear poses with her ass jutted out, bent low from the waist. They could all see her stuffed pussy when she posed like that, and she posed like that more and more.

She went to stand before Jason and danced for him, saying, "Do you like my topless suit, Jason?"

Staring into her undulating crotch, he said, "I love it. You've got great titties, now turn around and show me your sexy ass."

She turned and bent forward, looking back along her right hip as he stared into her ass not two feet away. She said, "How's this? Is this your favorite pose?"

"No, I like the one where you bend low and look back between your knees with your feet out wide."

"You mean this one?"

As she assumed the vulgar pose, Bonnie looked over to Brad and rolled her eyes. Brad bit his lower lip and made a face of anguish as Sharon looked up from between her knees at the obscene rear-shot beaver she presented and said, "I know why you like this one, Jason. You have a dirty mind."

She danced over to Trevor and said, "Do you like my suit, Trevor?"

"Yeah, it's great. Can you bend back and touch the floor? That's my favorite pose."

"That's not a pose. That's gymnastics, and I think you have a dirtier mind than Jason. You just want to look between my legs."

"Come on, he got to see you in his favorite pose."

Bonnie said, "Sharon, fair is fair. If that's his favorite pose, I think you should do it. You can't do for one and not the other."

Sharon did not expect this response, but was thrilled by it. She made a show of reluctance and said, "Oh, all right, but he just wants to get a good look between my legs. If you don't mind, I'll do it."

"Why should I mind? He's your boyfriend. Do you think I'd be jealous? Envious, maybe, but not jealous."

"Okay. Mom, would you put your hand in the small of my back to support me while I go down."

Bonnie gave Brad a secret smiling wink before scooting to the edge of the sofa and turning in toward Sharon, placing her back to Brad. Sharon planted her feet wide as Bonnie placed her right hand at the top of her daughter's ass and wedged her knee to the inside of Sharon's left leg. As she went back, her knees went out, in part due to the presence of her mother's knee being in the way, forcing hers out, opening the plane of her crotch as she went lower. After Sharon settled to her hands in a crab walk position, Bonnie kept her hand in place because it offered the excuse to stay hovering over the scene. She looked down on her daughter's pussy, a pussy stuffed with material, but otherwise naked.

Trevor sat forward to stare openly at Sharon's pussy. Brad couldn't see a thing and got out of his seat to stand behind the sofa, looking over Trevor's head. Sharon couldn't see a thing and said, "Mom, is Trevor looking where he shouldn't?"

"Honey, he's looking right where I'd expect a boy to look at a girl in this position."

"I knew it. That's why he likes this position. I'll bet he's the one that unzipped my dress."

"I don't think you can jump to that conclusion."

"Can I get up now, Trevor? Did you get an eyeful?"

"Not yet. Jason wants a look."

Jason had scooted in close so that they both sat between her knees and Trevor was up tight against Bonnie. Sharon said, "Not both of you. You're both looking between my legs, aren't you? Aren't they, Mom?"

"Yes, honey. There's not much else to look at to be honest."

"They can't see any of my pussy, can they?"

Sharon had never said a dirty word in her life, so hearing her say 'pussy' was almost as big a shock as looking at it. She and Brad used the vulgar terms liberally in the hope she'd start using them, but 'pussy' was the first success. Bonnie, encouraged more than ever, said, "I'm afraid so. They can see most of your pussy. The only part of your pussy covered is the clit. The rest of the material is wedged between your cunt lips. Weren't you aware of that?"

Sharon knew using the term 'pussy' instead of vagina would turn things up a notch, but her mother's use of the vulgar term, 'cunt lips' told her that her mother wanted it cranked up another notch. Sharon said, "That's what I was afraid of. It felt funny down there, but Trevor did the bottoms. Can you fix it so it covers my cunt lips?"

"I'll try."

The boys watched this scene and knew their well-made plan had been tossed out the window, mostly because the mother was taking charge and Sharon was going along. After a brief posing session, they were to return to the bedroom and should have been fucking at this point. Neither minded as the show was even better.

Bonnie ran her index finger in under the edge and lifted, exposing the clit and pulling free all the material stuffed in the slit. This made the bottoms loose. Bonnie removed the finger and said, "I'm going to have to retie the bottoms. I'll need both hands, so be ready to support yourself or get up."

"I'll support myself. I can't get up until they say I can get up."

"Well, I'm glad that something I taught you sank in."

Sharon knew of no such lesson, but said, "You mean that a boyfriend must always get what he wants?"

"Exactly." Bonnie pulled both ties that held the bottoms on and they fell to the floor. She said, "Oops, sorry. I'm afraid the cat's out of the bag now, Sharon, or should I say the pussy is out of the suit."

"Oh, great. Now they can see everything."

Bonnie grabbed the bottoms and clumsily wadded them, bringing up a tangle, saying, "Oh, damn, they're all in a mess. This'll take a while to figure out, Sharon. I'm sorry, but you'll have to remain totally exposed for a while."

"The harm's done. I'm sure they don't want you to hurry now that they have me totally naked, especially in this position."

Bonnie made no attempt to untangle the mess. She was looking at the pussy with everyone else. She had the bottoms laying on Sharon's lower abdomen, serving as a table. She gave them a few flips and turns for Sharon's benefit, then tossed them at Sharon's first words of resignation. The boys smiled thank-yous at Bonnie's delaying tactic.

Bonnie enjoyed playing their game and knew she was giving Sharon a cheap thrill by playing along. No one was fooled by the game, but playing the game seemed the best way to continue. She finally said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it's no use. I'm afraid you'll have to stay like that until they say you can get up. I can help support your back. How's that?"

"Thanks, Mom. I'm sorry about this. I hope you're not embarrassed."

"No, not at all. If you can take it, I sure can."

"I know. It's not your pussy they're looking at."

"Well, you wanted to impress your boyfriends. You accomplished that. Nothing impresses a boy more than a good long look at a girl's pussy. You couldn't give them a better look at your pussy if you tried."

"Or a longer one. Trevor, how long are you going to keep me like this? How long can you look at a pussy?"

"All day. There's still some we can't see. Can't you get your knees to go out wider? If we could see it all, we'd let you up."

Sharon widened her stance and brought her knees straight out to each side. Her cunt yawned open when her thighs were in a straight line, exposing all of her hole. Sharon said, "There, are you happy, now? Can you see all of my naked pussy?"

Everyone was happy now. Brad was behind the sofa jacking off. Bonnie was looking at a recently-fucked cunt hole. Trevor and Jason leaned closer and stared harder. Trevor said, "There's still parts we can't see. Your cunt lips are still touching your clit. We want to see that part, too."

Sharon said, "Mom, would you pull my pussy open for them, and see that they get a good look at everything."

"Sure, but you'll have to hold yourself up."

"Don't worry about that, just make sure they see everything. They won't be satisfied until they do."

Bonnie placed her fingertips along the lips and pulled apart. She kept her index fingers free to move parts around, pointing out the pee hole, the clit nub, the hood, the minor labia lips, and the entrance to the vagina. She took out every fold and wrinkle as she gave the boys a guided tour of her daughter's pussy. The tour took five minutes owing to Bonnie's thoroughness, allowing the boys time to study each part she highlighted.

When she could stall no more, she said, "Well, boys, that's all there is to my daughter's pussy... unless you'd like to look inside."

Trevor quickly said, "Yes, we want to look inside."

"Sharon, is it all right if I show your boyfriends the inside of your pussy?"

The excitement came in a rush at her mother's unexpected offer. She eagerly said, "Yes. Show them whatever they want to see."

"I'll have to hook my fingers in the hole and pull out. This will be uncomfortable."

"That's okay, as long as they can see."

"Brad, bring a light will you? Take the shade off of your reading lamp and hold it between Sharon's legs. The boys want to look over our daughter's baby-making apparatus. A boy has a right to know his girlfriend has all the necessary reproductive equipment should he decide to make her a complete woman. Don't you agree, Bradley?"

"Oh, absolutely. Any boyfriend of Sharon's has that right as far as I'm concerned."

Sharon heard this but didn't quite believe what she was hearing. Neither did Jason. He said, "You mean, we can get her pregnant if we want to?"

Bonnie said, "That's right. Here we go. Now, we can see what we're doing. Relax, Sharon."

Bonnie's right index finger went deep inside as Brad came and stood on the opposite side from Bonnie, leaning over Sharon's hip, holding the light in line with the hole. The boys' faces peered around the bare bulb to watch the left index finger go in. Bonnie hooked both and pulled out. The pink tunnel opened and they could see what a gynecologist sees. Bonnie bent down to take a look. She looked for a hymen, and saw the remnants. She could see the cervix, and eased back so the boys could see.

Sharon found the exposure wildly titillating, but her mind kept going over what her parents had said. It didn't take a Rhodes scholar to know they were turned on to the idea of letting her get pregnant, though it defied all reason. Why did they give her condoms if they wanted her pregnant, she wondered.

Bonnie was back to giving her tour, but the inside tour only offered the cervix, the entry to the womb. She said, "Do you see that donut-looking thing with the small hole? That's the cervix, and that hole is where the sperm goes. That's the mouth of her womb, her baby factory. Are you boys ejaculating sperm?"

They both said they were. Bonnie said, "In that case, either one of you could get her pregnant. Sharon knows how we feel about the boy having the right to determine if she's to bear him a child. You are aware of our feelings on that matter, right, Sharon?"

"Yes."

Surprised at this unexpected response, Bonnie and Brad exchanged surprised looks. She had no way of knowing their feelings on the matter. They'd just arrived at them moments earlier while Sharon was putting on the suit. Brad urged Bonnie on. Bonnie said, "You understand that you have no say in the matter, right?"

"Yes."

"It doesn't matter how many boyfriends you have, each one has the same right."

"I know."

"If Trevor and Jason both decide they want you pregnant, you'll have to let them both try. Having two boyfriends doubles your risk, but you knew that. You did know that, didn't you?"

"Yes, I knew that. Mom, I think I have three boyfriends. I met a man today, a grown man, Daddy's age. He said he wants to fuck me. I told him he'd have to get your permission. He said he'd call tomorrow night."

"Really? Do you consider this man a boyfriend?"

"I'd like him to be."

"I'm sure he wants to check you out the way these boys did before he makes his decision. We'll have to explain his rights to him. Is that what you want?"

"Yes, just like you did with Trevor and Jason, exactly."

"That's what we'll do, then. Well, Trevor, Jason, I suppose you two will have to work this out with another boyfriend, but rest assured, we're presenting you with a fertile daughter, complete with all the necessary parts, including parents that recognize your rights to plant your seed in a fertile womb if that's what you want. As long as she says you are a boyfriend, she'll have to abide by our rules and allow you to inseminate her as often as you wish, assuming, of course, that you want her pregnant."

Trevor said, "I want her pregnant."

Jason said, "Me too."

"In that case, you may both fuck our daughter all you want, any time you want."

Trevor said, "I want to fuck her now."

"Well, you know what to do. Brad, put the light down and help support Sharon so the boys can fuck her."

The boys got their dicks out as Brad knelt at Sharon's side. He reached under to cup her ass cheeks and felt her full weight fall into his arms. As Trevor sank to his knees, Brad lowered her cunt to the level of his dick and watched as he pressed the head to her opening. Bonnie pulled the lips apart, offering a better view of the dick going in.

Trevor fucked hard and fast, then dumped a load of sperm in her pussy. As soon as he pulled out, Jason was ready and slid in effortlessly. He fucked slower, going all the way in and all the way out. Bonnie guided his dick for him whenever he became uncunted. Her hands were all over his dick and balls as she said, "That's it son, take it slow and easy. She's probably not ovulating right now, so this is just a practice session. Just enjoy a good fuck."

Sharon loved hearing those words. She could feel her father's lust in the way he gripped and massaged her ass cheeks. Her mother's passion was also in her hands, but more so in her voice.

The fucking felt wonderful after being so turned on, especially Jason's sloppy-second fuck. Having her parents' hands so intimately involved made it even better. She thought about their desire to knock her up, but the idea no longer bothered her. If they were turned on by the idea, which they obviously were, she was turned on by it, too.

Getting pregnant wasn't something she ever thought about, but now that the reality became a certainty, she thought hard about it. That Trevor and Jason went with the idea so eagerly surprised her. She didn't know that males thought that way about reproduction. Obviously, it wasn't just a male thing, because her mother was definitely turned on by it, and Sharon slowly came around to seeing it as a turnon.

Bonnie wanted to explore her new turnon while enjoying the slow fuck show. She said, "This man you met today. Do you think he'll want to make a baby in you, Sharon?"

"I hope so. I wouldn't want a boyfriend that wouldn't want me to have his baby."

"No, of course not. I was thinking, if you want this man, we could put it to him as a condition. In other words, if he's not willing to make a baby in you, he can't have you. If he is, he can have you anytime he wants you. I'll make it clear that your womb will always be available to him to plant his seed in. Would you like us to put it to him that way?"

"Yes. That would be perfect."

"Then that's what we'll do. Sharon, your father would like in on this project. He'd like a chance to get you pregnant, too."

"Okay. Can he be a boyfriend?"

"I don't see why not. Will you be her boyfriend, Brad?"

"Hell, yes. The more the merrier."

"Then you're after Jason. We'll just make this a family project. With all the fertile boyfriends you now have, all eager to impregnate you, we'll keep your womb swimming in sperm. All you have to do is make an egg."

Sharon knew very little of the mechanics of reproduction and asked, "How do I do that?"

"It's all automatic, sweetheart. You ovulate once a month, between your periods. There's three days there that you should be fertile. When did your last period end?"

"Last week sometime."

"Good, then you're coming up on one. You should be ripe in less than a week. You're going to be awfully popular by the weekend. We need to get this pussy in shape for some serious fucking."

"How will you do that?"

"By seeing that it gets lots of fucking, of course."

"Yes, I want lots of fucking."

"Would you like to bring in more boyfriends to help out?"

"Yes, lots more."

"We can help. We know men that would love to fuck you. My boss, for one. As you know, your father is good friends with your principal, Mr. Jennings. He'd like to fuck you."

"He already did. Today. He was my first."

Brad said, "Why that sneaky bastard!"

Bonnie said, "Sneaky bastard, hell. You practically handed her to him on a platter."

"Yeah, but he went behind my back to do it. He's still a sneaky bastard and a lousy golfer."

"Yes, well, you're going to have to let him win again, because this is making me hornier than hell. How was he, Sharon?"

"He was fantastic."

"That's what I thought you'd say. I thought the same thing. For a man with an average dick, he sure knows the moves."

"He fucked you, too?"

"You know very well he did. Not as much as I'd like, but enough to make me root for him on Saturday golf days. The winner gets the wife of the loser for that week. There's no saying no for the loser's wife. Your father practically owns Jessica Jennings' pussy, and he can share it with others."

Turning to the boys, Bonnie said, "If you'd like to fuck the principal's wife, be nice to Brad. She must be a terrific fuck, because he'd rather fuck her than me, and I'm a great fuck. Be nice to Brad and I'm sure he'll let you fuck me, too."

Jason said, "No kidding? Can we get you pregnant, too?"

"No! Sharon's is the only pussy in this house you can knock up, I don't care what he says."

Brad said, "Don't worry, boys. You can fuck Bonnie and cum in Sharon. That's what I plan to do from now on. As for Jessica, she's a better fuck, but then she's had more experience."

Trevor said, "Did you ever knock her up?"

"Yes. She stays fertile. That's part of the deal. That applies to Bonnie, too. When she roots for Dick, she forgets about that. I only lose on the week she ovulates. She's had more than Jessica because she won't carry the fetus as long as Jessica will. Jessica delivers; Bonnie aborts. How many have you had, Bonnie--six, seven?"

Bonnie said, "Nine, and I don't like them. He's right, though. You can knock Jessica up. I think she likes carrying the little bastards."

"She don't like them anymore than you do, Bonnie. She's just a better sport about it. She'll deliver; she just won't keep."

"Good for her; I won't. Put your babies in her womb."

Sharon cried, "Fuck me faster, Jason. I want to try Daddy."

Bonnie said, "No, Jason. Take your time. You're driving her mad. She just wants to cum. It'll be better if she has to wait."

Brad added, "She's right, son, make her suffer. We're in no hurry."

Sharon said, "Oh, god, you guys are so cruel. Daddy, tell us more about Jessica Jennings."

"You like that, huh?"

"Yes. She's such a classy lady, I can't believe you fucked her, much less got her pregnant. That is so cool."

Trevor said, "No shit. She's a fox. How'd this happen? How long has it been going on? Who all has fucked her?"

"All right, I'll back up. It started a year and a half ago. Dick and I had been playing golf for a year, and it became a regular Saturday event. We used to be close, their family and ours, but Bonnie and Jessica had a falling out. The truth is, they are two peas in a pod. They're so much alike, they got on each other's nerves. They both want all the attention."

Bonnie offered, "That's partly true. The main reason is, she was a hypocrite, always looking down her nose at me because of the things I wore or the language I used. Now, I look down my nose at her and she can't stand that. We're just better off not seeing each other."

Brad went on, "Anyway, as golfers do, we began playing for money. We'd wager on almost every hole. One day, I jokingly said we should play for pussy. He laughed it off, but after the game, over a beer at the nineteenth hole, he asked what I meant. I told him the winner should be able to fuck the other's wife without the loser getting pissed about it. At that time, neither one of us could have made the offer. Bonnie would have thrown a hissy fit, and Jessica would have filed for divorce."

Bonnie said, "Don't be too sure about that. I was horny even back then. As for Jessica, she was ready to divorce him if he didn't give her pussy away."

"Yes, but no one knew that at the time. Remember, that was back when Jessica was still the perfect lady, wife, mother, and she was still a full-time teacher. Having her pussy passed around was not high on her list of priorities. She hardly gave her pussy much thought at all, and that was their main problem. The sex had gone out of their marriage."

Jason said, "That would be rough sleeping with a woman like her if you weren't getting any pussy."

"It was rough, because Dick wasn't seeing any pussy, either. He hadn't had a whiff of pussy in six months. He wanted someone to wake his wife up, but more than that, he wanted Bonnie real bad. The poor guy could taste it, and when I showed him some naked pics I had, and described her in bed, I could make him tremble. I could swear the guy came in his pants looking at Bonnie's spread beaver."

Bonnie offered, "He likes to take pictures of me masturbating. We have hundreds. You'll like them. After we're done here, we'll pull out the secret family album. We even have some of Sharon when she was sleeping. She sleeps like a rock, or pretends to."

Sharon said, "I never pretended. Did you take pictures of my tits and pussy?"

"Sure did. We took some three nights ago as a matter of fact. When we said we wanted to see your tits, we meant it."

"Perverts!"

"Stingy bitch!"

"Wow, Mom, you never called me bitch before."

"Sweetheart, I never guided a dick in you before."

"Why not, I sleep like a rock."

"Even rocks wake up when you fuck 'em."

"Yeah, I guess they would. Well, I'm not going to be stingy anymore, but I like hearing you call me bitch."

"How about pregnant bitch? Would you like that better?"

"Oh, yes. I love that. I'll try as hard as I can. I want you and Daddy to help."

"You needn't worry about that. We'll keep you walking funny. Your father has a dozen men, all primed and ready, waiting in the wings. By the weekend, we'll have them lined up outside your bedroom door, a naked picture of you in one hand and a hard dick in the other. How's that for help?"

"Oh, Fuck! Jason, please! Fuck me hard. Daddy, please, don't hold me still. This is torture."

Brad laughed and held firmly to her buttocks. He said, "Don't listen to her, Jason. This is where you want to keep a woman, hanging at the edge. This is how I got through to Jessica--I tortured her."

Jason asked, "How'd you get to fuck her in the first place?"

"We worked out a deal where the loser had to help the winner seduce his wife. I let him win that first game, because I wanted him hooked on the deal. Bonnie was easy. I knew she would be if we took her dancing and got a few drinks in her. When we got home, all I had to do was pass out. She was still hot as a pistol and raring to go. Dick's a great dancer. It didn't take him long to dance his way to the bedroom. She woke up with a hangover and a strange man in her bed. I woke up on the sofa."

Sharon said, "I remember that. I remember seeing Mr. Jennings coming out of Mom's bedroom."

Bonnie said, "What did you think of that? We've always wondered."

"I can't remember. I guess I thought everyone got drunk and passed out wherever they could. I didn't think you two were fucking. Back then, that thought would never have occurred to me unless I actually saw you fucking. Even then, I'd have to see his dick in your pussy."

"Do you mean to tell me, as many times as you watched Dick take me to the bedroom without a stitch on, you never thought we were fucking?"

"I thought you might be, but I didn't know."

"And when we came out and his dick was all slimy, and cum was running down my legs, that wasn't a tip-off? We did that just for you."

"Mom, I never looked at his dick, and I hardly ever looked at you below the waist. If you'll recall, whenever it got too difficult to ignore, I'd leave the room."

Brad said, "Honey, I told you, she was in denial. If she'd have seen the evidence, she'd have not seen it. She would have blocked it."

Sharon said, "He's probably right, Mom. I'll bet I did see it, but I don't remember seeing cum on anyone."

Bonnie said, "Well, god damnit, I know you saw it. I did everything short of wiping my cunt on your face. If I ever get another week, that's exactly what I plan to do. I'd like to see you suppress that memory."

"I hope so, and I wouldn't want to suppress it. I'd want pictures taken. I've changed, Mom. Can't you tell?"

"I guess you have. Welcome back to the real world, soon-to-be-pregnant bitch."

"God, I love that. It's good to be back. If someone would let me cum, it would be great."

"We want you to suffer for all the shit you put us through. Jason, just give her the head to wiggle on. Brad, finish your story, but don't let her wiggle enough."

Sharon cried, "You guys are awful!"

Brad laughed as he watched his little girl squirm her little butt on the end of the boy's dick. He said, "She's everything I'd hoped she'd be, Bonnie."

"She's a fucking nympho, all right. I knew Dick would break her in right. Why wouldn't you listen to me?"

"Because, he's a principal and she's in his school. I just figured he wouldn't risk it, not with her."

"Well, you should have listened to me. I knew he would. That's all he talks about when he fucks me. I told you that."

"Yes, but fantasizing and doing are two different things. We fantasize a lot of things we'd never do. You thought the preggo fantasy was one, didn't you?"

"All right. Point taken. Get back to your story. Get her wiggling again. She's getting bored."

"Where were we?"

Trevor offered, "You lost the first game and helped him seduce Bonnie."

"Oh, yeah. Anyway, I won the next week, and we pulled the same routine on Jessica, only we wound up getting a room at the hotel where we were dancing. They have three kids at home, but I guess you guys know that. Isn't one still in elementary school?"

Jason said, "Yeah, Corrine is in sixth grade. Benny's in seventh at the Jr. High, and I think Carla is a Freshman at the high school."

Sharon offered, "No, she's a Sophomore."

Brad said, "Anyway, we couldn't fuck at their house because of the kids, so we got too drunk to drive and got a room with two beds. Jessica wasn't so drunk that she didn't think anything about that, but we promised to be gentlemen and give her privacy. She was in a great mood, so she finally went along. By the time we got her to the room, she was good and drunk, but not slobbering drunk, and not drunk enough to forget. We didn't give her any privacy, but she didn't ask for any. We both undressed her for bed."

Trevor said, "Wow, this is neat. I'll bet she looks great naked."

"She does, but you'll see for yourself. She looks like a model right out of Playboy. Well, the way we had her spread out, Beaver Hunt is more like it."

Jason said, "She let you do that?"

"She was putty in our hands and conscious the whole time. She loved what we were doing. Anyway, we dragged the going-to-bed preparations out as long as we could, but eventually, we all had to get under covers in the proper beds. When she dozed off, Dick and I switched. I slowly woke her up by playing with her pussy. Actually, I was under the covers eating her with the lights off when she woke up. It was easy to go from there to climbing in the saddle. By the time she realized we'd switched, she was doing all the fucking."

Trevor said, "Oh, man, that's so cool. She knew it was you, but she kept on fucking?"

"She had me in a death grip, fucking the shit out of me, and she wasn't being quiet about it. Finally, Dick turned the bedside light on. By then, we'd kicked off the covers, so it was all out there to see."

Jason said, "I'll bet that freaked her out."

Sharon had a powerful wiggle going that Brad had to stifle as he said, "Freaked? No, but it sure turned her on. When she looked over and saw her husband jacking off, she came unhinged. That's when I grabbed her by the hips and started my torture. I had her in tears, begging for the climax."

Sharon cried, "Fuck! I know just how she felt. Please let me cum, please! I'm dying!"

Everyone laughed. Brad went on, saying, "Jessica was in worse shape than Sharon is right now after Dick came over and sat at her side, raised her head and let her see the dick that had her going bonkers. We look about the same, flaccid, but I grow a huge dick, twice as big as his when I'm all the way hard. It's not twice as long, just twice the volume. She'd never had a dick that big in her. She took Dick by the dick and started jacking off for him."

"Oh, Daddy, please. I want to see your dick. I've never seen it all the way hard. Put it in me and do me like you did her. I want to feel what she felt exactly. Torture me, please."

Jason and Brad exchanged looks. Brad said, "Can you cum without triggering her orgasm?"

"Yeah, if I jack off."

Bonnie said, "I'll do the jacking off. You'll probably pound her clit. This has to be done right. Just keep the head in and think about that scene. Brad, keep talking."

Bonnie got her thumb and forefinger in a ring around his dick and pumped to within half an inch of Sharon's fevered pussy. Jason moaned, "Oh, yeah. That feels great."

Sharon cried, "Not to me it doesn't. I can't feel a thing. I can't even see a thing. This is awful. Hurry up, will ya."

Brad said, "Anyway, that's when we tell her about the wager. We had her in the right frame of mind to listen. She was all ears and cunt at that point. Dick did the explaining. We could see she was taking it well. She didn't voice any objection, and we got her to freely go along with the terms and conditions. Dick spelled them out, and they basically said her ass was mine for that week. She couldn't say no. She agreed to those terms."

"I'm cumming, Bonnie. Do it faster."

Bonnie pumped her hand in a flurry, but still managed to avoid contact with her daughter's pussy. When the semen began squirting, she slowed to a milking stroke and throatily said, "Oh, god, Brad, this is a dream come true, milking a spending cock into our daughter's fertile cunt. This is how I want to get her pregnant. I'd at least like to hold their balls while they inseminate our fertile little bitch."

"I'm sure that can be arranged. Who'd object?"

Sharon said, "I won't unless you're holding me still. I want you both to help out. At least give me something to suck on while you're knocking me up."

Bonnie, in a fever of passion, said, "I'll give you something to suck on, bitch, but it won't have balls."

"I don't care. I'll suck anything. I'll suck your cunt, Mom."

Bonnie stood and cried out as she threw the dress off, "Get that big dick of yours in her cunt, Brad. I'm going to give the horny bitch something slimy to suck on."

Brad got in Jason's place and took Sharon by the hips as Bonnie straddled Sharon's head. Sharon now rested on her head and shoulders, so she watched her mother's slimy cunt descend as she squatted. The cunt yawned wide with each descending inch. The boys dove from the sofa to lie prone on either side with their chins resting on Sharon's shoulders, watching the hot pussy get closer and closer. Brad watched as he got the head of his cock buried in a tight pussy.

Sharon watched the widening gash of the descending cunt. She'd seen her mother's pussy many times and knew she shaved the lips, but she'd never gotten a good look between her mother's legs. With the cunt a foot away from her face in the wide-kneed squat, she got a good look between the lips.

Her mother's cunt was much fuller than her own compact and tight-lipped pussy. Hers had more of everything with inner labia lips that hung outside the larger lips. Her clit was three times bigger, a mouthful, and the hole gaped to make a tunnel. What amazed Sharon was the slick and slimy appearance of everything between her mother's legs. She certainly was going to get something slimy to suck on, and very soon.

When Bonnie's cunt was within reach, Brad sank half of his cock in. Sharon's head came up and she licked at the slimy pussy gash. Bonnie held off, just in reach of the tongue tip, making Sharon work for it and giving everyone a great view. She braced her hands on her thighs and teased her cunt over the reaching tongue. She held her knees out wide to each side, presenting as good a spread as Sharon had earlier.

Bonnie went lower. Sharon tried to get her tongue out as far as she could while lapping furiously at all the hanging vaginal flesh. The boys reached in and pulled the shaved lips out of the way. Bonnie tilted her cunt up so that Brad could see exactly what their daughter was licking. Her hands moved sensuously up her body to squeeze her pendulous breasts as she said, "Oh, God, Brad, this is the ultimate! Look at this--our daughter licking my cunt."

Brad shook his head in disbelief as he watched his daughter's long, slender, pink tongue rimming the cunt hole of her mother. He said, "You got your wish; she's a natural cunt lapper."

"And you got yours. We'll have our very own preggo and we won't have to wait till she's in her late teens. She'll be showing well before she's even in her teens."

"Yes, and picture her nine months along in this position with a belly looking like she has a beach ball up her cunt, with bigger tits leaking mother's milk."

Sharon pictured this image and instantly understood their kink. She cried, "Oh, yes, picture that, Mom. Can you?"

"Yes, I can see that clearly. You're going to be an excellent preggo bitch aren't you?" Bonnie fanned her fingers over Sharon's taut belly as though feeling for the baby to kick.

Sharon buried her face in the lowering pussy, then paused to excitedly say, "Yes. I'll be perfect for you two. Keep me barefoot and pregnant. Keep me naked and pregnant. I want to be the perfect daughter."

Bonnie settled lower and cried, "Then quit talking and suck Mommy's clit." She braced herself by holding onto Sharon's tits and ground her cunt on the sucking mouth fastened to her clit. She went delirious as the powerful orgasm washed over her in powerful waves.

After the climax, Bonnie had to settle to her knees. She kept a wide spread as Sharon feasted on the juices seeping from her hole. Brad now had most of his cock inside Sharon's pussy, but he went slowly, not wanting to trigger her climax. Bonnie looked at the cunt lips stretched paper thin around her husband's cock and smiled, saying, "You must be in heaven, you pervert."

"I'm getting there."

"I just came from there." She leaned back and fanned her own cunt lips out so Brad could see Sharon's post-suck cunt-cream lap. Bonnie smiled at the way Sharon lapped at the hole, then said, "I still have one foot in heaven's gate as a matter of fact. You love Mommy cum, don't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I love it. Make more."

"That's your job." To Brad, she said, "Can't you get the rest in?"

"I'm bottomed out."

Sharon said, "No, I want more. Push harder, Daddy."

Bonnie said, "You may as well start the stretching. She'll be taking bigger cocks than yours by this weekend. Give her what she can handle. You only have three more inches to go."

Sharon cried out, "Yes, Daddy, make it stretch. I want you to get it all in."

Brad gripped her firmly by the hips and forced an inch in which made Sharon cry out, "Oh! FUCK!" She panted, then said, "That's okay, keep doing that."

Brad let her adjust, then pulled another half inch of dick inside, leaving only an inch and a half out. Each time he gave a pull, Sharon yelled, but each time, she ask for more. With one inch to go, and the progress measured by fractions of an inch, Brad said, "We'll have to wait longer each time to give your cunt time to adjust. We have all night, kitten. Just relax. We'll get it all in."

Bonnie said, "He's right. We have plenty of time. You just keep licking my pussy, slow and easy until I tell you to get on my clit. When I say that, suck like crazy till I cum. I should be good for seven or eight cums that way. Would you like a belly full of Mommy juice?"

"Yes, fill me up."

"I'd have to piss to do that, sweetheart. Of course, piss is Mommy juice. It's clean and can't hurt you. You know I'd never do anything that might hurt you."

Both boys looked up to Bonnie's face at that suggestion, but Bonnie was exchanging looks with Brad. The boys looked between the two adults and watched a silent exchange that appeared to say, "I have my fantasies that I want in reality, too, Bradley."

Brad's incredulous look said, "But that one? You'll freak the kid out. Say something to ease her mind. She's afraid you'll piss in her mouth."

"Wait and see how she acts. I'm testing her reaction. Just watch."

That was a lot of conversation to pass with only facial expressions, but the boys were sure they read it right. Everyone looked to the cunt that Bonnie now had spread open and tilted up. Sharon knew her mother was hinting or threatening. That was another sexual surprise that she had to ponder. The idea had never occurred to her, but the suggestion came with mental images that she couldn't get out of her mind. She couldn't possibly imagine anyone pissing in a person's mouth, much less expecting that person to swallow it. That was the suggestion. How else could she get a belly full, she reasoned.

With the cunt in her face, she could easily imagine the scene. She could see the urethra, the hole where piss flowed through. She pictured the amber stream flowing down her tongue and into her mouth to collect in a puddle for swallowing. Sharon tried to imagine swallowing a mouthful of piss and wondered if she could, if she'd keep it down, or wretch, gag, and sputter.

Her mother wanted it badly. She could tell by the way she presented her piss hole. Her fingers held the lips open, but her index fingers spread and pressed down the hood of her clit, pushing the urethra out like a tiny dick. There was a half-inch shaft to suck on should she lend herself to the bizarre purpose, and the way it was presented begged a suck, at least the focal point of her licking.

Sharon knew everyone was waiting to see what she'd do and could sense their desire to see her do it. Trevor ended the stalemate by saying, "Are you really going to piss in her mouth?"

Bonnie calmly said, "If she licks my piss hole, I may have no choice. A daughter should never lick her mother's piss hole when she has a full bladder--unless she's after a belly full of Mommy juice."

The gauntlet had been thrown down. She knew she had to decide to beg off, or lick the piss hole and get it over with. Another quarter-inch of Daddy cock being shoved in pushed her into the get-it-over-with column. When she recovered from the pain, she eyed the shaft of the urethra and gave a lick.

She prepared for the flood, but nothing came. She placed her tongue-tip at the hole to be more obvious, sending a clearer signal, then opened wide for the squirt. Still nothing. Frustrated, she started licking. When the licking didn't work, she sealed her lips over it and began nursing. It appeared she was sucking piss, and Jason excitedly said, "Are you pissing?"

"No."

"Why not? She wants it."

"I know she does, but she has to learn she doesn't always get what she wants."

Sharon let her head fall back to the floor in maddening frustration. In the space of one minute, she'd gone from dread, to acceptance, to craving for the maternal fluid. She actually wanted a belly full and knew she could hold it down. She knew she'd find the taste revolting, but she wanted to feel her belly bloated with her mother's piss. She wanted to suck her mother's bladder dry and lick the last drops.

She got her breath and said, "Mom, I want you to pee in my mouth. Do I have to beg for it? Is that what you're waiting for? All right, I'm begging. Please pee in my mouth. I want to swallow all you have. I want a belly full of Mommy juice and a cunt full of Daddy cock. Please, stop teasing me like this."

"Relax, Sharon. In matters of sex, nothing should be rushed. Anticipation ripens the fruit of the sex tree. You'll get a belly full, but in my own sweet time. Keep licking, and I'll give you a squirt. Try it and see if you like it. If you do, ask for more. I'll be all too happy to accommodate you, but at my own pace. Just take what you get and be thankful."

Sharon began licking, and licked for two minutes before she saw the signs of muscles relaxing in preparation for a release. The part she licked came out a full inch just prior to the dribbling flow that ran down her tongue and formed a tablespoon-size puddle in the back of her mouth before the flow was cut off.

Sharon held the meager offering as she settled her head and closed her lips. The taste was not disagreeable. She sloshed the warm piss and then swallowed. It went down like any other fluid, and she smiled, saying, "I like it. May I have more piss, please."

"That's the way. Now, here's how we'll do this. Get your mouth over my clit. Take in the whole thing, piss hole and all. Now, suck like a baby sucks on a nipple. No, don't try to get me off. This is different. Nurse on my cunt. I need to know what you want. If you want cum, tease my clitty nub with your tongue, but if it's piss you're after, nurse. That's it. Good. Now, if you do a good job of licking my pussy, I'll reward you when you come up to nurse. If not, you won't get any, so you'd better go back to licking and try harder. Got that?"

Sharon nodded while nursing. Bonnie rewarded her with a squirt which she sucked and swallowed, then for good measure, gave her another. When another didn't come, Sharon licked deep in the vagina. Bonnie smiled to Brad and said, "Now, I have both feet in heaven, and I see you're almost there. What is there, half an inch to go?"

"A little more. Maybe three quarters. She's doing fine."

"You're telling me. The thirsty little bitch is swabbing my womb. Trevor, go get two beers out of the fridge. I can see I'll need to replenish my bladder to satisfy this little piss freak. I'd offer you one, but we only have a six-pack. I'm going to need all six before this night is through."

Sharon returned to nursing like a trained seal that did the trick and now expected the reward. She earned three long squirts, then returned to do more tricks. Brad gave her another quarter inch. After an hour, he was in to the balls. Bonnie had downed four beers, and Sharon had a bloated belly. She couldn't take another drop, nor could she do more tricks. Her mouth was sore and her jaws ached.

Bonnie was stiff from holding her squat, so she got up and sat on the sofa with the boys. She threw her legs over their laps and gave them her pussy to play with while Brad picked up his story.

He said, "Where were we? Oh, yes, Dick had just told her his version of our agreement, which was the actual agreement. She accepted those terms so readily, I figured I could add some of my own terms and get away with it. Dick was as turned on as Jessica was, so I figured he'd go along.

"I wasn't sure if Jessica would, because my modifications were pretty far out, even in her excited and vulnerable state. I figured I had nothing to lose. We could always back off, negotiate a compromise deal, but I'd never have her so keyed up and agreeable, so I laid it all out for both of them.

"First, I said, I could take my pussy anytime, anywhere. The implication wasn't lost on her, and Dick knew exactly where I was headed. He'd taken his pussy at my home everyday that previous week, and let my daughter catch him. Hell, he flaunted it at her. He even walked out of the bedroom that following first morning with his naked, shiny cock swinging between his legs."

Sharon said, "I don't recall him being naked, not that time."

"We already established that you have a remarkable ability to repress. You saw what you wanted to see."

Bonnie said, "I came out naked, too. You remember that, don't you?"

"Yeah, it seems like it, but you were always running around naked. I probably thought nothing of it."

"You thought nothing of seeing me naked with cum runs to my ankles. That's how I was, and I was showing them off to you and your father. I knew I'd been knocked up. The fucker explained the golf wager while he was getting his morning fuck. Hell, I told him to cum in my pussy. I was in a rare mood that morning, let me tell you."

"I don't remember that. Honestly, I don't."

"God, all that good posing was for nothing. No wonder we never got anywhere with her."

Brad says, "She's right, Sharon, she was obvious as hell. When she said she damn near rubbed your face in it, she wasn't exaggerating, even that first time. I was shocked at her behavior. She did a one-eighty overnight."

"Well, I don't remember being shocked by anything except her being naked in front of my principal. That's all I thought about, that and what he must think of us."

Brad laughed and said, "This is too much. It's funny, now, but at the time, and for the past year or so, we thought we traumatized you. We figured you thought we were sick. They never got as bad as they did that first time. They'd just fuck and not hide it. Bonnie never waved her freshly-fucked beaver in your face after that morning."

"Wow, Mom, you did that?"

"Honey, remember that pose you did for Jason with your ass to him, looking between your knees. I did that to you at the breakfast table while pretending to pick up a dropped fork. I'll bet your face wasn't two inches from my beaver, and I held that pose for almost a full minute, pretending to search for the fork I dropped on purpose. I could see you staring right into my spermy cunt the whole time, just staring. It was all I could do to keep from backing up and feeding you a breakfast you'd never forget. If I had, you'd probably have forgotten that, too."

"Wow, this is weird."

"You're telling me. Go on, Brad. Keep to the story. You guys will like this. It gets much better."

Brad said, "It does. Anyway, Jessica mulls this shocking development over. She's a good mother and very protective of her kids and her image. She knew this meant I could come to their home. To make sure she understood, I said, 'When I show up, you have exactly one minute--sixty seconds--to bare your pussy and be in a position to receive a fucking. You won't have time to arrange for a sitter or hustle the kids off to grandma's. You'll barely have time to get us behind a closed door.'

"I figured her logical response to this was to ask what the penalty was for failing, but she never asked. What she did do was fight to get more cock in her. Dick and I exchanged surprised looks at this reaction. We knew we'd struck pay dirt, so I added, 'Don't even think about hiding this from your kids. I won't hide. If anything, I'll stall until you're forced to strip down in front of them and deliver the pussy I won fair and square, right out in the open where they can see it being delivered.'

"Well that news really hit her hard. I had to grip her as tightly as I could, like I have to do now with Sharon. Relax, honey, you're not nearly as strong as Jessica. You're just making things harder on yourself."

"Oh, Daddy, please fuck me. I can't take this anymore."

"Jessica couldn't either. I had her begging, and Dick was in shock. I made her agree to those terms, and she readily agreed. I even made her say she'd fuck me in front of her kids. She said it, but then went on to say, 'I won't try to hide anything from them. It's your pussy to do with as you please. You won it fair and square. I'll be a good sport about it, I promise. I'll strip naked at the door, then lie down where I am and present my pussy to you like this.'

"She grabbed her feet by the toes and pulled her legs wide, making an obscene spread that neither me nor Dick could believe she'd actually follow through with. She saw we weren't buying it and said, 'I will. I swear I will. If the kids gather around to look, I'll still hold this pose, waiting for you to tell me what to do. I'll get vulgar if you'd like. I'll say anything you want me to say.'

"I told her I wanted her to say, 'Fuck my horny cunt, Brad. Please fuck my cunt.' She said the words and assured us she'd say them in front of her kids."

"Oh, Daddy, PLEASE!"

"Easy, kitten. I'm not through. It gets better. Keep in mind that she has never gone back on her word. Everything I'm going to tell you, she's done many times over, exactly as she said she would in the heat of drunken passion."

Trevor said, "Wow, Jessica Jennings actually did that?"

"Son, that's nothing. I was just getting warmed up. After that surprising success, I wasn't about to stop. I told her she'd have to get off the pill and present me with a fertile pussy to fuck, that there'd be no pulling out and no condoms. She made me a promise to keep me informed of her fertile cycles so I could play my best game on the week she'd be most fertile.

"I said I'd be handing out special business cards with Jessica's name and address stamped on the back, and that when someone knocked at her door and presented one of those cards, she was to treat him as she treated me. She agreed. So far, I've handed out over a hundred of those cards to possibly twenty different men. No one has ever complained. Like I said, she's a woman of her word."

Trevor said, "Will we get a card?"

"Sure, why not. I give one to her son every week that I have her, which is damn near every week. She honors those, so age doesn't seem to bother her."

Sharon said, "Dad, I want ten--one for each boy in my class. Please can I?"

"Okay, but they'll be date stamped. I don't want a pack of kids showing up all at once. Dick wouldn't like that."

"That's fine. Can I get them by tomorrow?"

"Sure, just remind me. Well, that's about it. Are you ready now?"

"Fuck, yes!"

Brad pulled out all the way to start from an entry. Bonnie guided his cock for him, and seconds later, Sharon received her biggest cock so far, nine thick inches of Daddy cock that took her breath away. She came shortly thereafter. She came a second, third and fourth time before her daddy added his deposit to the sperm bank. When he pulled out, she was a rag doll and collapsed to the floor.

They all stood over her limp body, smiling at her and at each other. Sharon slowly rolled her head and looked them over, smiled, and said, "God, I love getting fucked."

Bonnie reached down to pull her to her feet, saying, "You'll love getting pregnant even better. Come on, nympho slut. I have a full bladder. I need to show you the finger down the throat trick. I'll be damned if I'll ever pee in porcelain again."

She gave Sharon a playful swat on the fanny and sent her giggling and jiggling on ahead. Bonnie paused in the hall entryway to look back at the smiling guys, saying, "I know I'm a sick puppy, but this sick puppy is in heaven."



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Sex Class--Day Two


Judy talked with Carol Hastings and Sandra Stewart for several hours on the phone Monday night. She had to explain how the day went, but Sandra's conversation was cut short by a familiar young male voice in the background saying, "Quit teasing me, bitch, and give me some pussy." She next heard Sandra say, "Gotta go!" [click]

She spoke with Carol Hastings while Tiffany licked Carol's pussy. It wasn't easy carrying on a conversation with a sexually distracted woman while masturbating, but she did the best she could. They spoke mostly about the man fucking Tiffany.

They did manage to exchange some information, filling in many of the details Judy needed in order to deal with other parents. They decided to meet at Judy's house the next day (Tuesday evening at 8 p.m.) after school so they would not be disturbed. Judy said she'd invite Barbara knowing Barbara went everywhere with the dog. One distraction wouldn't be bad, and would insure that the other two showed up.

In class the next day, Judy kept her clothes on and kept to her word to allow touching as she mingled through the students at their desks. Nudity was kept to a minimum. She never wanted nudity to become common-place or an orgy atmosphere to take over the classroom. Humiliation was a key ingredient in establishing discipline, and excessive nudity or free sexual behavior neutralized humiliation.

To re-establish the proper atmosphere after the tumultuous first day, she maintained a classroom environment and focused on the personal sex histories, giving each student the floor to make a full confession, determined not to let the class degenerate into a sex-fest group-grope--a cluster fuck--though she knew she was the one most likely to kick a cluster fuck off, and the least likely to stop one once it started.

Judy had chastised herself a dozen times for letting that first day's success run away with her. She'd gotten completely carried away and resolved not to let that happen again. When she first looked at herself in the mirror on Tuesday morning, she reaffirmed her resolve to keep cool, remain calm, and always maintain control.

As she made directly for her classroom, she regretted the impulsive orders issued the previous afternoon, the orders creating a cadre of five whore teachers; who, if all went according to plan, were preparing to launch outrageous careers. The shit would hit the fan, but that was Dick's problem. She tried to put that out of her mind knowing he'd jump in and restore order in short order. She had her own problems to think about.

Tuesday had a mission--to learn more about the private lives of her students and the families they came from. By the time she arrived in the classroom, she had strengthened her resolve. She even wore panties. She began the class with a long lecture about goals, rules, order, discipline, and the need for absolute honesty and secrecy. She selected the most open and most experienced to go first so that those that followed would be less inhibited.

Tiffany went first, followed by Rachel then Robby. Their stories, especially Tiffany's, took up most of the morning, with Tiffany taking up the first two hours. She had her fellow students riveted, and Judy was stunned at the tales she told.

Tiffany revealed that she figured out her mother's perversion early on, and began cooperating in her own molestation early on. She developed ways of putting strange men at ease, knowing her mother was watching everything from one of her numerous secret hiding places.

Robby bragged for an hour, and Rachel went on and on about her Aunt Susan and her mother--the sexy bitch that her father's mistress could make do tricks.

Judy would have liked to follow with Sharon, then introduce Trevor and Jason, but by noon, they still hadn't showed up. This was a good sign, but it also made her nervous not knowing exactly how things had gone.

Just as they were about to break for lunch, Connie Blackwell knocked on the door and poked her head in, ignoring the do not disturb sign: "Judy, got a sec?"

Judy suddenly remembered that Connie was to report to her when all whores had completed their missions. She saw there was twenty minutes left before the noon recess, so she dismissed the class early. Kids filed out as Connie filed in. With the last kid out the door, Connie said, "It's done, Judy, all five of us did it. Boy did we do it."

"Did what, Connie? What exactly did you do?"

"You know... what we discussed we'd do first thing this morning, what you ordered us to do."

"Oh, shit, Connie. You didn't. Please tell me you didn't."

"What do you mean, tell me you didn't! You told us we had to. You ordered."

"Jesus Christ, Connie. I can't give orders. I'm a teacher just like you."

"Why are you dealing me this crap now? We did it, God damnit! We're whores. We announced, we stripped, and we pulled little choo choo trains on our fucking desks with our students and our own children watching. Between us, we fucked fifty, sixty, maybe seventy little boys. I personally nursed that many and had my hooters honked more times than I care to count. Little brats have been trying to tune Radio Free Europe in on my nipples all morning. Don't tell me you did this on your own. Don't tell me you're not connected. This isn't funny, Judy. It's not funny one damn bit."

"I never said I was connected. I never said shit about connections. I just told Jennings where to get off, that's all. You guys thought I was connected? Where did you get that crazy idea?"

Connie flew into a war dance, shouting, "Oh SHIT! OH FUCK! Oh, God damn a Chinaman! Damn you, Judy Elders! Damn you anyway!"

"Damn me? You started this. You wanted this. All I did was give you what you want. All I did was give them what they want."

"They didn't want this! I wanted this for them, but not from a fellow dumb shit teacher."

"Don't call me a dumb shit. You're the dumb shit. Remember, 'assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me.' You taught me that. You assumed, Connie."

"All right, I'm sorry. You're right, I assumed, but it was a pretty god damn safe assumption. I mean, God damn, Judy, you taught class dressed like a hooker and when you got called on the carpet, you tell the boss to go fuck himself. Look what you did to Marge and got away with. You had to be connected. You had to be. How do you know you're not?"

"I think I'd know if I was. Yes, I'm tight with Dick, but that's just between me and Dick. Hell, he's scared shitless. His connections are very weak and hanging by a thread right now. I'm sorry, but that was all my idea and I got my ass reamed royally for it."

"Before or after you issued those orders?"

"Well, before."

"Fuck, Judy! What were you thinking?"

"What did Dick do?"

"Nothing, yet. He hasn't been on campus all morning. Even if he was, he wouldn't know. We didn't do this out in the halls. It was all done in our classrooms, but it's getting around, now."

"Well, what's done is done. Tell him I told you to do it. I'll take the heat."

"I can't tell him a rookie teacher told me to be a whore so I stripped naked in the classroom and fucked my students. They can't either."

"I don't see why not."

"Don't you see? You have to be connected, I mean connected way up there, connected to this Hal Peterson guy who runs the rape gang, the guy who rapes Cindy Greyson at will and rubs Estelle Greyson's nose in it. If you could call the rape gang down on us for giving you any shit, any teacher would hop when you say hop, shit when you say shit, fuck when you say fuck, and would be thought a fool if she didn't. That's an excuse a husband would buy, a family would buy, a principal would buy."

"You guys thought I could get you raped?"

"Not just us, our families, our kids, our possessions, our lives. Don't you read the paper? That's the only way we can do these things and be seen as heroes, martyrs, mothers who make great sacrifices to spare their families. That's the only way we can be martyr whores. Now, we're just dumb whores with sore hooters."

"Well, you are dumb whores and you deserve sore hooters. Christ, Connie. How dumb can you get. You could have asked me, you know. We are friends, you know. At least I thought we were."

Connie plopped down in a student desk and hung her head in her hands, saying, "I know, I know, I fucked up. I guess I just wanted to believe it so badly, I didn't want to take a chance of it not being so. God, did I fuck up. I am so screwed, Judy, I mean skeeerood."

"I don't see why. You're the only one that knows."

Connie slowly looked up, then sat up, then said, "That's right. The others still believe. Oh, wait. What about Dick? He'll know, and he's the one that'll blow this wide open, very soon. He may be out looking for me right now. He's back on campus."

"Let me handle Dick. He doesn't think I'm connected, yet."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying let me handle Dick. Refer him to me, Hal Peterson's babe."

"You've slept with Hal?"

"No, I've never met the man, but Dick doesn't know that."

"He will with a phone call."

"I doubt it. He doesn't want to draw any attention to himself or his school, and the last thing he wants is to appear unable to control his teachers. All I'd have to do is drop a hint and act connected. He'd assume just like you did."

"It might work. It's worth a try. I could tell him you're connected with Hal. He knows we're best friends. I'd know. That's what everyone else thinks--assumes. I'm the one he'd check with."

"Now, that he would do. I'm beginning to get a clearer picture. You told everyone I was connected to Hal, didn't you?"

"Well, yes, sorta."

"When?"

"Right after you left the lounge to go see Dick."

"Fuck, no wonder everyone was walking on egg shells. No wonder Marge took it."

"You made a believer out of Marge. You made a believer out of everyone who saw you make a believer out of Marge. June had no doubt."

"Well, we're stuck with this charade, now. Our biggest problem now will be Hal getting wind of me riding his coat tails for free."

"Go fuck him."

"I'm keeping a low profile. The only connection I want with that man is by inference. What I'm doing is nuts, but what he's doing is digging his own grave."

"You're right. Sooner or later, Estelle will bury that fool and anyone associated with him. He doesn't realize who he's fucking with. He's new to this area, like you. Low profile is the way to go."

"Yes, and that goes for you martyr fuckers. Party's over. All orders are canceled."

"Wait a minute. Why end it? It went smooth as silk for a junior gang bang. What's done is done. Why undo it. What reason would you have for undoing it or even back stepping? That wouldn't look right."

"You must like sore hooters."

"I can adjust. They'll toughen up over time."

"Do those little dicks do anything for you?"

"What they lack in quality, they more than make up for in enthusiasm and sheer numbers. It ain't bad, not bad at all. I'll say this much, the little fuckers sure love screwing a teacher."

"Do the other martyr fuckers feel the same way?"

"They'll come around. They're over the hard part. Give them time to adjust."

"All right, but if Dick freaks too badly, I may end up compromising. I have my own thing going and I'm not jeopardizing that to save your dumb assuming ass."

"How is that going?"

"So far, way ahead of schedule. So far, no complaints, no balkers, no whiners, quitters, or even hedgers. The kids are all onboard, and the parents don't appear to present a problem. At least, no problem has surfaced, yet. Today, I'm getting them to relate family sex histories--very heavy stuff, much more incest than I expected."

"I wouldn't be surprised. Most girls who grow up here lose their cherry to a close relative, usually a little later on, but incest is quite common, and getting your first experience with an adult is the norm for both sexes. Kids fuck with adults until they're ready to date, and for most, that's sixteen. A girl is still considered cherry if she hasn't fucked a boy or ever gotten pregnant. We don't put much stock in hymens. No one expects to take a cherry to the altar, and girls feel no pressure to hang onto a cherry. They're under great pressure to lose it. A cherry is a baby."

"So I'm finding out. This place has a culture unto itself."

"It does, but you don't see it at street level. Generally, sex is kept behind closed doors or is driven out to the lake. Only recently has it hit the streets. We're not sure why, but we think Hal and his bunch are responsible. This all started when he came in. The odd thing is, Estelle brought him in, his bunch, too. For all we know, she may be behind this, using Hal as a cover. That would explain a great deal and would not be unlike her to do that."

"Yes, well, she's another one I'd just as soon avoid."

"I don't blame you. It's best to treat her like a poisonous snake. Keep your eye on her, but let someone else deal with her. Look, I'd better get out there and let Dick find me."

"Good idea. When you see him, tell him I'm taking lunch in my classroom. I'll expect him."

Connie stood, hugged Judy, then held her at arm's length to say, "I do appreciate you bailing my dumb ass out of this mess. I really do. I'll get with the others and tell them we must go easy and be more discrete in carrying out our orders. I'm sure Dick will demand it; you'll demand the opposite; and we'll be forced to walk a thin line between you two."

"Don't expect me to be demanding the opposite. Expect a compromise, a big one."

"Don't go overboard, Judy. Remember, we want to be martyr fuckers, all five of us, and if you must know, five more are chomping at the bit, waiting to see how this goes. It's going very well, so you can expect horny bitches to be dropping hints left and right."

"Pass the word that I want to be left alone right now. I don't want to deal with this distraction right now."

"Let me deal with it. I'll make the whores and say the order came from you. Come on, Judy, they'll all want a turn, at least. If some classes are getting pussy and some aren't it'll cause friction. Kids who can't get any will want it stopped so others can't get any."

"All right, but rotate them. No more than five whores working at any one time, but that's assuming I can get Dick to go along. There we go assuming again."

"He'll go along. Throw your weight around. He'll cave."

"We'll see, but you go slow and easy with this. If your activities threaten mine, I'll pull the rug out from under you and hang you out to dry. This is important to me, very important to me."

"I'll remember that. Thanks, Judy. You're a real pal, a sweetheart."

"If I'm a sweetheart, eat me."

"Fuck you. That only works when I think you're connected."

"Prude."

"Bitch."

"And proud of it."

Dick entered the classroom thirty minutes after Connie left, but he wasn't in a tirade. He calmly approached Judy's desk and when she set her papers aside and looked up, he said, "Why didn't you tell me you were fucking Hal?"

"Who I fuck is none of your business."

"You know what I mean, Judy. You could have spared me a great deal of anxiety if you'd just told me that Hal put you up to this."

"He didn't put me up to this. Someone else did, someone close to Estelle."

"Who?"

"None of your business. Suffice it to say, I have a get out of jail free card and job security."

"Must be nice. What about me, Judy? What do they say about me? I need to know. Am I being considered for the scrap heap? Have you heard anything?"

"We don't sit around talking about you, Dick. I hate to break this to you, but you are a very small fish in a very big pond."

"But you must have some idea. Please, Judy, Don doesn't give me a clue."

"Bull. He's not pleased and you know why."

"Has he told you why?"

"I've never spoken to Don, but I know why you were hired, and I know you've been a big disappointment. If you weren't such a good principal and the state weren't breathing down our necks at the time, they'd have probably placed Hal here. I think you're safe until this crisis is over."

"Well, I'm safe for a while then. Look, I want your help in being the guy they want. You're doing what I never could, but I think you're moving too far too fast. Christ, Judy, you have students gang banging teachers in the classroom. Becky Foster came to me in tears. Connie, probably volunteered. She seems positively thrilled by the whole thing. June, Helen, and Arnelle are on the verge of breakdowns. Whatever made you pick on those women?"

"They looked interested. They looked like they needed a good gang bang."

"They have families and kids in this school. Where you aware that Connie got their kids out of other classes so they could watch and participate in their mother's gang bang? That's heavy, Judy. That's cold."

"That's Connie. Talk to her about that. She had no such order."

"That figures. Do I have your permission to rake her over the coals?"

"Dick, you're the principal. I support you as the principal because you're supporting me. You are my boss. Don't ask me for permission to do what you feel you have to do to maintain order and discipline in your school."

"I appreciate that, but Connie is your bosom buddy."

"So what. She fucks up. When she does, she's on her own, and she needs to know that. I've already told her that I won't draw on my resources to bail her dumb ass out of any shit she creates. She's on her own when she acts on her own."

"How do I know what I can and can't do?"

"Dick, read my lips. Be yourself. I will never use my connections to hurt you or help you. I will help you all by myself, and I won't fight you with help if you won't fight me. I think we have a good working relationship. There is no one else to consider. Do what you have to do, because if you stop being a good principal, I'm afraid we'll lose you."

Dick breathed a big sigh, sucked a deep breath, and said, "Well, that makes me feel much better. I can live with this. I'll get Connie back in line. I'd appreciate it if you'd confine all activity to classrooms. I won't barge in on a classroom with a closed door. What can't be seen, can't be dealt with, and I don't act on rumors. It's a policy of mine, a new one, my see-no-evil policy."

"I'll pass that along."

"I'll pass that along. Let me be the principal."

Judy saluted and said, "Aye-aye, sir! Would you care to stick around for a little girl, perhaps some nice, tight, boy butt? Take your pick, take two, they're small. Invite Don and make a few brownie points."

"What about the parents?"

"Fuck 'em. If they don't like it, they'll suffer the consequences. The kids won't tell, so don't worry about it. They're whores, every fucking one of them. The boys know their asses and mouths are at my service. They are all ready, willing, and able to serve the cause."

Dick beamed a broad smile and said, "Outstanding, Judy. You're amazing. I will call Don. We will be around to pick a few. Plan on it. I believe you have this situation well in hand. Carry on."

"Give Connie hell. Here's a tip. She hates going down on beaver. Give her to Gwen and Gloria. Let them rake her over the lesbian coals. She'll straighten up fast."

"I'll do that. See ya later, alligator."

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After the lunch recess, she called Jennifer Robbins to the floor, the first girl she'd exposed after Tiffany on Monday. Jennifer was the girl that reminded Judy of her childhood playmate. Jennifer was the one she'd eaten in class and given her first orgasm. It was eating Jennifer that led to a near cluster-fuck. She had a weakness for the girl that she needed to get under control. She figured knowing more about her would help break the tie to Jill, her first love and pussy-playmate. She didn't expect much from Jennifer, but she was eager to hear her story, so Jennifer got the nod.

Except for sibling hanky-panky, a bit of show and tell games, a close call with a rapist, seeing a few men peeing in public, and one flasher who jacked off for her, her story was rather dull and uneventful. By contrast to the others, Judy was surprised the girl wasn't booed off the stage--the stage being a pile of books. She was exactly like Jill, and the more she talked, the more exactly she became. Judy finally had to cut her off to keep from masturbating.

Brian Ackerton held promise because he lived with his mother and two brothers in a two bedroom apartment. Martha Ackerton was a gorgeous woman, a sexy doll who could pass as an Ann Margaret look-alike. Judy could not imagine such a woman, living in cramped conditions with three horny teenage boys, sharing one bathroom, and not having a juicy incest story come out of it.

Brian either wasn't telling or nothing ever happened. He sure didn't want to tell everyone he was a virgin, but he did, so she had to believe him.

She was about to call Gary Wilderson up, a boy she knew was no virgin and was a close second behind Robby in the stud department, when Sharon, Trevor, and Jason entered the classroom, smiling like three cats that ate six canaries between them.

Judy had Gary sit down. She called the three up and could tell by their smiles that they had a great story to tell. Sharon looked radiant, three years older, and bursting with her newfound sensuality. She wore a sexy dress and looked naked beneath it. Judy raised the front of Sharon's dress to confirm her suspicions and found a shaved pussy where the day before there had been hair. Her pussy also looked raw and swollen, juicy in the slit.

She dropped the skirt and said, "Well, it looks like you have an interesting story to tell. Class, this is Trevor Watkins and Jason McCree. They're transferring in from Mrs. Blackwell's class. They're too nasty for her, but they're just right for us. Take an empty seat, boys. I'll get to you later."

She turned to Sharon and said, "We're sharing sex histories. Why don't you start where we went to Mr. Jennings' office and end where you walk in this classroom. In other words, get right to the good stuff and don't leave anything out. And we want details, Sharon. Go ahead. You have the floor."

Judy took a seat at a student desk. She was as eager as the rest to hear Sharon's story. Sharon told the story well, and by hearing the part she was witness to, Judy knew the girl stuck rigidly to the truth, sparing herself no shame and sparing no one else. The boys turned red as she described the scene where they dropped their pants in the principal's office, then watched the redness deepen as she described their dicks in embarrassing detail.

She got nastier as she went along. The scene at the burger bar and the adventurous walk home floored everyone. They'd all eaten at the burger bar, but never had one of their famous pickles shoved up their ass. They lived or walked through the neighborhood she described. They knew the wet poodle and the bruised paperboy. They knew where the pickle was.

Sharon slowed when she got to the bikini scene, and produced the bikini as a visual aid. She not only described the event, as it unfolded, she put the suit on and modeled the poses. She described her mental processes as well. In doing so, most of the audience understood how she could drink piss and turn on to getting pregnant. Had she not done so, she would have left even Judy.

She told the story of her father's wager with Mr. Jennings as a side story, whole and uninterrupted. Because everyone knew who the story was about, she had them hanging on every word. Jessica Jennings had been the teacher for most of them the previous year, during the same time period that the story took place--the latter part of the first semester.

Judy knew Jessica very well, and would have doubted the story had Judy not been able to see the changes that came over Jessica during the period described.

She started off the school year very strict and no-nonsense, ultra conservative and stuck up. All of a sudden, she changed. She hadn't said two words to Judy that first semester, but by the second, they were the best of friends. Her wardrobe changed and competed with Judy's for being the most scandalous. In private, her language suited the streets. Sex was always on her mind, though she wouldn't say what she was doing.

If Brad's story was to be believed, it would explain everything, and also explain why she quit teaching after investing so many years and with the district so hard-up for qualified teachers.

The story left the students who had her the previous year stunned speechless. Judy asked for a show of hands to find out just how many former Jessica Jennings students there were. All hands went up except five, almost eighty-percent of the class.

She asked, "Did any of you have any reason to suspect this was going on?"

They all shook their heads, though they were still pondering the question. Suddenly, Cindy's hand shot up. Judy had her stand and speak. She addressed her former classmates, saying, "Remember when she caught her finger in the desk drawer and yelled, 'Fuck'? That was weird, and that happened sometime after the Christmas break."

Bobby Williams asked to speak and said, "We started the mirror thing in Mrs. Jennings' class because she started wearing her skirts real short. Don't you remember?" Several voices chimed in support. He went on, "Sometimes, she didn't wear panties, but that was in the last month. I think we all got to see her pussy. I know I saw it lots of times."

Judy asked the class, "Did she ever berate anyone for using the mirrors?" They looked at each other, but couldn't think of a single instance. Judy now knew the truth, smiled and said, "She had to know. I think Sharon's father was telling the truth. I'd stake a month's pay on it."

Sharon saved the best for last. She handed ten cards to her teacher. Judy looked at the back, at the date-stamped name and address of Jessica Jennings, then laughed out loud. Sharon said, "Trevor and Jason already have theirs. They're first."

Judy stood and addressed the class, saying, "I have here in my hand ten Jessica Jennings free-fuck cards, one for each boy that wants one. Trevor and Jason earned theirs, and the rest of you will have to earn yours. Who does not want to fuck Jessica Jennings?" Not a hand went up. "All right, fuck your mother and you get a card."

Robby's hand shot up. Judy smiled and handed the mother fucker a card, saying, "I know you did. I was on the phone with her when you made your move. Do we have any more mother fuckers? Before you put your hand up, I'll talk to your mother before you get the card." The three hands that started up, slowly went down. "I thought so. The three that started to lie--stand, strip, and masturbate."

The boys didn't hesitate. After hearing Sharon's exciting story, they wanted to masturbate. As Judy recalled, all three were ejaculators: Gary Wilderson, Billy Krough, and Bobby Williams--Tabatha Williams' twin brother.

As it turned out, Tabatha sat in the middle of all three, and was the only girl remaining that hadn't undergone an exposure or humiliating ordeal. Judy saved her for last as she seemed the one most likely to bolt.

Every boy except the two new additions had had to stand, strip, and masturbate, and some were four-time veterans. Every girl except Tabatha had received a sperm anointing--sometimes a drop, sometimes a hair full or face full. Unsoiled Tabatha soon became the target of all three. When she realized this, she bolted from her seat.

Judy was hoping for just such a violation of class rules, as it offered the perfect climactic finish for a thoroughly arousing tale and the completion of Phase I--the exposure/humiliation phase. Judy couldn't have planned it better if she'd planned it.

Tabatha was a living doll, a gorgeous little brunette with sensuous lips, big brown eyes, and a wisp of a girlish figure that was being transformed into a wisp of a womanish figure, complete with breast buds that bordered on full-fledged boobs. She was ready for the A-cup but still wore a training bra.

Everyone sat up and took notice when Judy caught Tabatha by the arm and said, "Where do you think you're going, young lady?"

Tabatha looked like a snared rabbit as she stammered, "I, uh... They were... I didn't want..."

"You didn't want to receive an anointing of sperm. Is that what you're trying to say?"

"There's three of them."

"I know that. You should be triple thrilled. Haven't you learned anything in this class? You're a female, Tabatha. At least, you look female from the outside. Sperm is what you live for. Sperm is man juice. Females adore sperm. We love it in our bodies and on our bodies. We love the smell, taste, and feel of manly sperm, baby juice, the nectar of life. You run from it. What's wrong with you, girl? Do you have balls between your legs?"

Over the laughter, she tried to offer an excuse, but finally hung her head, a sign of surrender. Judy said, "Get naked. I have a special treat in store for you, young lady... I said, get naked."

Judy came to class prepared with a simple device she threw together in the garage the night before. It was basically a ten-inch wide plank, three feet long, with a strip of wood glued to one end. She laid this plank on Tabatha's empty desk, making a ramp from the seat back to the forward edge of the desktop. The wood strip kept it from sliding off the high end as it caught on the top edge of the back of the seat.

Tabatha watched this being set-up while getting out of her pants. Judy was through in time to watch the removal of the blouse. Every kid in the class was kneeling on the seats for a better look. The masturbators slowed their strokes. The blouse came off revealing a strained training bra. Tabatha stood trembling in bra and panties after removing her shoes and socks.

Her eyes pleaded for a reprieve but got none, so she slid off the panties. Clearly, it was her tits that most embarrassed her, and it was her tits everyone wanted to see. Her little slit with a dark strip of hair to outline the crack was hardly worth looking at with her knees toed in standing in a crouch, but the breasts looked fantastic with their dark areolas showing through the thin fabric, and their hard outline clearly visible.

Tabatha stalled. Judy gave her a stern look. The bra came off like a T-shirt and the arms immediately crossed over the nipples before anyone got a good look.

Judy would have none of that and ordered, "Stand straight. Get those arms behind your back. Stick that chest out, girl. Now, get those feet apart, far apart. Show us you don't have balls."

Tabatha was near tears and red as a beet. Nevertheless, she followed orders and struck the pose Judy wanted. It was a striking pose of budding womanhood, a classic female form just blooming. The class thought so as well. She stood like the stripped martyr before the mob with the most adorable titties that seemed to have suddenly popped out on her chest. Her hard brown nipples looked so stiff and straight you could hang ten-pound lead weights from them and they wouldn't turn down.

Judy walked up and cupped the girl's pussy, pretending to feel for balls. She made jokes that made everyone else laugh, but this was just an excuse to apply expert pussy stimulation techniques to help get the blood flowing in what had appeared to be a dry, lifeless slit. Judy could actually feel the pussy swell in her hand. When the crotch began to feel full, warm, and gooey, she scooped Tabatha's limp body in her arms.

She carried the confused and frightened girl to the prepared desk and laid her, head-down, on the ramp. The girl went totally limp in her arms, and when laid on the ramp, remained limp. With nothing to support her legs, they fell out wide to each side. Her arms dangled to each side. She stared at the ceiling while the class jockeyed for viewing angles, now more interested in her pussy which was wide open at the top of the ramp.

Judy told the masturbators they could arrange their desks to suit themselves and told the class they could leave their seats. A jostling crowd quickly formed at the top of the ramp.

Bobby, Tabatha's brother, was happy with his desk as his desk was in front of Tabatha's. All he needed to do was turn around. She had to look past his dick to see the ceiling. Gary and Billy pulled their desks in to abut Tabatha's--one on the left and one behind. Trevor asked permission to join the masturbators, received permission, and pulled a desk up on the right side, completing the ring.

When he was all set with dick in hand, Tabatha was ringed with dicks in pumping fists, inside another ring of gawking onlookers who poked their amused faces in through every available space.

Gary stood directly before the girl's pussy and squatted only slightly to bring his dick to the open cleft. He was about to even the classroom score with Robby when Judy said, "No touching."

He already had the head in and was reluctant to give up. He whined, "Aw, Mrs. Elders, I won't fuck her. I just want to jack off in her cunt. Look. She don't care."

She didn't appear to mind, because she showed no outward sign. She laid perfectly still and never even tensed-up as the boy forced his dick into her tight vaginal passage. If the penetration caused her any pain, she didn't show it.

Judy, after getting a good look at the penetration, did not want to stop the boy. It was the most erotic spectacle the class had yet witnessed as a class. With all the sex-play they'd witnessed and discussed, they still hadn't seen an actual fuck. They were all gathered at the business end of Tabatha, abandoning her tits in favor of a real cock-to-cunt connection, a possible fuck in the making.

Judy needed more time to think this out. Gary was the type that wouldn't take orders without a fight. He was her obstinate one that only responded when the voice levels betrayed an impending punishment. To stall, Judy kept her normal voice and said, "There will be no fucking in this class until I give the word."

"I ain't fuckin'!" he protested.

"Call it what you will, but when you have your dick in a girl's pussy, you're fucking."

All the while she talked, Gary's dick moved. It moved by fractions with his pumping hand, but moved in by fractions more than out. He soon had half of his six inches inside and was up against the hymen barrier as evidenced by the wince on Tabatha's face.

Judy quickly tried to size-up the situation, first looking at Bobby, her brother. He looked ready to cum. No problem there. She quickly reviewed her parent scale and recalled that Donna and Larry Williams were in the cool column. She didn't recall why, or who put them there, but she felt she didn't need to worry about them should Tabatha run home and tattle.

She looked Tabatha over for signs and saw positive signs everywhere she looked: nipples hard, breathing shallow and rapid, face flushed, pussy juicing and swollen.

Her pussy, in fact, was in stark contrast to how it had been before Judy laid her out. Where it had been flat and formless, it was now in full bloom, like a flower opening, only this was one slippery flower. Judy never saw a pussy make such a radical transformation. She would not have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

The girl's vagina appeared to triple in volume as the labia lips swelled and the insides spilled out through a slit that was now a parted gash. Everything between the outer lips was a bright, shiny pink--a gooey slick of healthy, virginal tissue, blossoming free.

All this thinking took place in a second or two, from the time she finished her speech until Gary said, "Please, Mrs. Elders. She wants to get fucked. Can't you see that?"

Judy could, but she said, "What she wants or doesn't want is irrelevant. Take your dick out of her pussy." She said all she needed to say. He had his orders. If he chose to disobey, he'd be punished. She was covered and now free to watch with everyone else, only she couldn't act like she was enjoying the show.

Gary eased out to the tip, but held there, debating. Slowly, he eased back in, then pulled out, then ran his slime-coated cock head through the slime-coated slit, over the shiny clit, down to the hole and back in. He did this several times while the others watched closely, following his dick as he teased Tabatha's cock-starved pussy.

He even had Tabatha's attention riveted to her crotch; although, she watched as though detached from the event, as though it were another girl's pussy being teased, another girl's hymen being threatened. To look in her face, you couldn't tell what outcome she was hoping for. One could only tell she wasn't worried about her hymen.

In a final act of defiance, which was partly a loss of control, he shoved in all the way. Tabatha sat up with a sharp squeal, then fell back. Her brother groaned, squatted, and began peppering her face with jets of semen. He aimed at her open mouth as she moaned her way through the initial lunges. Two ropy strands went right in her mouth. This triggered Billy who squatted to spray her tits, and this inspired Trevor to hop down, turn her head, and put his dick in her mouth.

Tabatha tried to pull her head back but Trevor's hand prevented her, then Gary started fucking her hard, slamming the pork to her, rocking her on the plank. Trevor brought his hand from behind her head when he could feel she wasn't trying to get away. Seconds later, he relinquished his dick to her hand when it came up and took over the pumping. She raised up slightly and turned to face the dick in her mouth. Trevor stood in a cocky stance with his loins jutted out, hands on hips, watching the buffeted girl shamelessly suck his dick.

Watching the fevered cock sucking triggered Gary's orgasm, which triggered Tabatha's, which triggered Trevor's. While still in the throes of orgasm, she sucked sperm and swallowed. Her legs shot straight up and out in a wide "V" to receive Gary's load. She kept sucking, and was finally nursing on a spent dick while Gary milked his dick into her twat.

When Gary pulled out, she let her legs fall and lie open. As the class studied her well-fucked ex-virgin pussy, she sucked on a deflating and spongy member that offered no more sperm. As though freed of all inhibitions, she let his tired organ slip from her lips, then fell back on the board looking up as she caught her breath.

Judy retrieved a notepad from her desk. She wrote, then tore off the slip and handed it to Gary, saying, "I hope you enjoyed yourself. You just earned three days of in-school suspension. Report to Mr. Jennings, and take Tabatha with you. Since she's no longer a virgin, she may as well service him for us."

"Aw, Mrs. Elders. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to; it just happened."

"Save it. If you had listened to me when I first told you there was no touching, nothing would have just happened. Now go, or would you like to be suspended from this class altogether. Mrs. Blackwell has two empty seats."

"All right, I'm going. I still say she wanted it. Come on, Tabatha. You gotta go fuck the boss."

Judy helped Tabatha down and helped her dress. While pulling up her pants, she said, "Are you up to this?"

"Yeah, why not. Everybody has to take a turn, right?"

"That's right. The two that went before you had a great time. You heard Sharon's story. He's very good for girls starting out."

"Can Bobby go in with me? I'd rather not go with Gary."

"Well... sure, why not. Gary, go on ahead. That gives me a great idea." Judy wrote another note on her pad and handed it to Tabatha, saying, "I'm asking Mr. Jennings to call your parents and report that you two were found fucking on school grounds."

"WHAT!"

"You and Bobby, not you and Gary."

"I know, but why? They'll ground us for life."

"No they won't, but it'll open things up nicely. When they get you home, get caught screwing at home. Every time they turn around, they should find you two naked and screwing. I want to know how they handle that. This will get you off to a good start. They'll be taking you home knowing you two are so horny for each other, you'll risk fucking on school grounds."

"Yeah, and we'll get punished for it."

"Trust me, Tabatha. We all have to take that big first step sometime. Sharon did. You see what it got her. Robby did and now he's a mother fucker with his very own whore. Adults are as horny as kids, but they're inhibited by kids, their own especially. Take the inhibition away, and you'll see a whole new side of them."

"Well, all right. If you say so. Let's go, Bobby."

As Bobby passed by Judy, he smiled and said, "I think it's a great idea."

Judy swatted his butt and said, "You keep after her, stud. Don't take no for an answer, and don't be shy. I have it on good authority that your parents would like to see you two develop a sexual relationship, so don't let them scare you. Show your mother what a good little fucker you are, and you'll be knocking on Jessica Jennings' door in no time."

He stopped at the door, turned and said, "I think Mom will be better. I've seen Mrs. Jennings' pussy. It's kinda big."

"I'll tell Jessica you said that."

"I was just kidding. It looked big because I was using a side mirror off a car. You know--objects appear closer than they are."

"Go on, funny man. Get outta here."

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The class spent the rest of the day going over sex histories. In the two hours they had remaining, nothing earth-shattering came out, although a father fucker came forth to share her story.

Karen Ashe told of the sexual relationship she carried on with her father after her mother walked out of the marriage leaving John, her father, with two girls to raise on his own. For two years, she'd been the wife to fill the void in her father's bed, and a mother to her kid sister, Cissy.

Judy heard her story and understood why Karen seemed eleven going on twenty-one. She carried a great weight for one so young, one who hadn't even had her first period.

The story was not a sad one. Karen liked playing the surrogate wife. She loved fucking her father but wanted to make it better for him, and better for her. She wanted to do it with the lights on, all the way naked, both of them, and face to face, not face down with just her ass exposed as though all she were was a disembodied cunt he could fuck his load in, one that would quietly get up afterward and go clean itself, then get in its own bed until it was needed again.

Judy assured Karen that her sex life at home was about to change radically. She promised to stop by the house, unannounced, and see to it personally that her father knew how to fuck a surrogate wife. Karen took her seat wearing a smile.

Most of the class managed to tell their stories by the end of the class day. Judy had more to go on, but the meeting set for that evening at her home with Carol, Sandra, and Barbara would add volumes. She remained an hour after school to write a list of questions the sexual histories raised.

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When Bobby and Tabatha arrived at the office, Gary was leaving. It didn't take long to dispense with him. As they passed each other, Gary said, "I got you first. Remember that."

Gwen heard that exchange and came forward to admit the kids. She led them to the bench seat just outside Mr. Jennings' office, then turned her seat sideways to sit facing them. "So, what brings you two here? You're Judy's kids, aren't you?"

Tabatha said, "Yes. We're here to see the principal."

"Honey, I know why you're here." She leaned forward and whispered though there was no one to overhear, "I'm one of the gang."

Bobby elbowed Tabatha and said, "She's the one that sucked off Trevor and Jason, remember?"

Awareness dawned on Tabatha as Gwen smiled and said, "So, they told you about that, huh?"

Tabatha said, "Sharon had to tell."

"That's okay, as long as we can all keep a secret. Is that a note? Can I see it?"

Tabatha clutched the note protectively and said, "It's for the principal."

"Honey, I'm his personal secretary. I know everything. Let me see it."

Tabatha reluctantly handed over the note. Gwen read: "These two were fucking on campus. Call their parents. Make up something. They'll go along. Judy,"

Gwen laughed and said, "So, is it true?"

Bobby volunteered, "She got fucked, but not by me."

Gwen said, "By that kid that left, the one that said, 'I got you first?'" Tabatha nodded. "What is Judy up to? I'm just curious."

Tabatha said, "Can't we see Mr. Jennings, now? She never said we could talk to anyone but him."

"Boy, she really has you kids trained well. I'm impressed. Someone got to him before you. He'll be a while. You needn't worry about me. You're the Williams twins, right."

"Yeah, I'm Bobby; she's Tabatha."

"I'm Gwen Adams, just Gwen to my close friends, people I'm close enough to show my pussy to." The twins looked at each other. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm not wearing panties today. Wanna see?"

Bobby said, "Sure."

Gwen made a quick check around, then raised her skirt. She parted her legs and revealed a hairy pussy which she ran a finger down the cleft of, then toyed with the clit. She had the kids' attention locked on her crotch. Getting bold, she gave another look around, then used both hands to peel back the fleshy lips. The mass of hair suddenly gave way to a sea of pink in a long oval slit. The contrast of a big, hairy, mature vagina compared to Judy's big, bald, mature vagina was stunning.

Gwen noted the reaction, taking it as a positive response. She said, "Do you like looking at a grown-up's pussy?"

Bobby said, "I do."

Tabatha said, "Yeah, I guess. Aren't you afraid somebody might walk in?"

"I have good ears. When the office is quiet like this, no one sneaks up on me. What's the matter, dear? Am I making you nervous?"

"Well, sorta."

Bobby said, "I'm not nervous."

"I can see that. You're not nervous, you're horny. Is that a hard-on I see?"

"Yeah. Your pussy made it hard."

"One for; one against."

Tabatha said, "I'm not against. I just don't know you, that's all."

Gwen replaced her skirt and sat up, saying, "I've always wanted to work without panties on. Today was the first day I dared. I guess I'm still pretty keyed up over it. I feel so nasty, I was just dying to do something nasty and bold. That's the first time I ever did anything like that. I guess I shook you up. I'm sorry. I'll behave myself."

Tabatha smiled warmly and said, "Now, I know you. Can I see your pussy again?"

"Why certainly." She fanned her legs wide and hauled up her skirt just as the door to Mr. Jennings' office opened. She hurriedly put her skirt down. Luckily, the man Dick was escorting out had his back to her, but Dick saw a quick flash of yawning naked beaver.

Dick walked the suited man all the way out of the building. Upon his return, he stopped at Gwen's desk and said, "What the hell's gotten into you today, Gwen?"

"They're Judy's students."

"I know that, but not out here." Looking to the twins, he said, "Go ahead in my office. I'll be right there." When the door closed behind them, he said, "Damnit, Gwen, don't take chances out here. This is not a fucking beaver bar, and these kids aren't sailors."

Blushing profusely, Gwen said, "I'm sorry. I am so embarrassed. It won't happen again. I promise. Here, this note came from Judy."

Dick read the note then looked at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and said, "She's nuts, you know that, don't you?"

"Judy covers her bases. She must know something about the Williams. She certainly isn't nuts."

"Well, I'm not in the mood for slap and tickle games. After that talk with the State Comptroller my dick couldn't rise for Little Bo Peep in crotchless panties. Send the kids back and the note with them."

"Let me handle this, Dick. We don't need you. In fact, we can tell the parents that we'll keep this hush-hush if they'll deal with it quickly."

"We? Who's we?"

"Me and the school nurse. Gloria's cool, you know that. We'd both enjoy doing this. You saw how we dealt with Connie. She's whipped."

"That was good, but I have other matters to deal with."

"We don't need to involve you, so why upset Judy by sending them back?"

"Oh... all right. Have your fun, but keep it under control. I know nothing. That's what I told the Comptroller, and I'm sticking to it. I KNOW NOTHING."

Dick opened his office door and said, "Kids. Go with Mrs. Adams."

As Tabatha tried to squeeze by, he stopped her with two fingers under her chin, tilting her face up as he said, "My, but you are a cutie." She smiled as his hand drifted inside her open blouse. With no bra, he easily found her naked titties and peered down the pushed-out top to study them, saying, "Nice titties. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Tabatha, Tabatha Williams."

"Well, Tabatha, we'll have to make time some day, but not today unfortunately." He pulled his hand out and gave her a playful pat on the ass as she continued on through.

Gwen guided them across the large office area to the Nurse's Aid Room. She knocked on the red cross, then cracked the door and called, "Gloria? Are you with anyone?"

"No, just doing some paper work in the back. Come on in. It can wait."

Gwen opened the door wide and led the twins in. They'd been there before to have cuts and scrapes attended. They looked around to see what was different. They saw two cots, an exam table, medicine cabinets, a sink, and Gloria the giant nurse putting papers away at the desk that sat at the end of the long narrow room.

Gloria and Gwen looked to be about the same age--mid-thirties. Gloria, however, was a large, Nordic, cropped blonde with masculine features, and the biggest tits the kids had ever seen, even though the nurse dressed to downplay her mammary endowment. In her white pant-suit nurse's uniform, she stood in stark contrast to Gwen, who was dark, petite, and very feminine in her short, brightly-colored dress, with long flowing brunette hair worn much like Tabatha's.

Gwen went to Gloria, threw an arm low around her waist, placed her left hand on Gloria's left 44-DD breast and said, "Gloria is my girlfriend. I get to nurse the nurse."

Gloria pried the fingers off the breast and sternly said, "Damnit, Gwen, I'll decide to whom, when, and if to open up."

Gwen looked hurt and taken aback. She said, "These are Judy's kids, Gloria. I'd never do that if they weren't cool."

"I don't care whose kids they are, I'll decide, not you." Gloria looked the twins over and said, "Why are they here?"

"Tabatha came to get fucked. I guess Bobby came to watch. Maybe Dick was going to watch them fuck. Who knows, but Judy sent this note, and that explains why they're here."

Gloria read the note and formed a weak smile. She slowly shook her head in disbelief, then looked at the kids. Bobby looked okay with a mischievous gleam in his eye, but Tabatha looked upset. Gloria came up to her and cupped her chin, saying, "What's the matter, dumpling, is Judy making you do something you don't want to do?"

She pouted, "No."

"Well, what is it? You don't look very happy."

"It's just that it was my turn with Mr. Jennings, but I guess he doesn't want me."

Gwen came over and took Tabatha by the shoulders, squatting to get eye-level with her to say, "Oh, sweetheart, it's not that. Mr. Jennings just got very disturbing news right before you arrived. He's just not in the mood right now. It's not you, precious." She gave Tabatha a big hug and said, "He found you very attractive. You saw the fuss he made over your titties."

Gloria laughed and said, "If this don't beat all. Here we are, two professionals, consoling a prepubescent girl because a pedophile won't molest her. That Judy is something else. She can turn the world upside-down easier than anyone I ever met."

Gwen stood and said, "How true, but don't call Dick a pedophile. He just likes fucking little girls, that's all."

"That's what they call grown men that like fucking little girls. Either that, or inmate number 3658865."

"Don't even joke about that, Gloria. You and I could both wind up wearing numbers, and you know it."

"You're right. So, what do we do about this?"

"We call the parents. First, we need to make up a good story. They didn't actually fuck. Some other kid fucked her." Turning to Tabatha, she said, "By the way, where did he fuck you?"

Tabatha innocently said, "In my pussy."

The women stifled their laughs, then Gloria said, "I think she means, where on school grounds?"

Embarrassed, but smiling, she said, "In the classroom, on my desk."

Gloria raised her eyebrows and exclaimed, "You got fucked in the classroom--with the class in session?"

"Yes."

Gwen said, "That must have been very uncomfortable doing it at your desk. Don't you mean, the teacher's desk?"

"No, my desk. Mrs. Elders has a special ramp thing that you lie on. It works real good for fucking so everyone can see. Your pussy is up; your head is down; it makes your legs go wide, and the guy just has to stand on the seat of another desk to be at the right place to get his dick in your pussy. That's how I got fucked; that's how I know."

Gloria said, "I guess you would know. I see some color coming back into your face. I see the memory turns you on. Why don't you kids get those clothes off and hop up on my exam table while we figure out what to do. Play with whatever amuses you, but stay on the table, and don't make a mess. We're going to step out and discuss this for a few minutes. Oh, before we go, do you kids know why Judy wrote this note? Do you know where she's headed with this?"

Bobby said, "Yeah, she wants us to fuck our parents. Everybody has to. The girls have to do both parents. Mrs. Elders says it'll turn them on if they see us fucking, and if they fuck us, they can't say anything about what she does."

Gloria and Gwen exchanged raised eyebrows, then stepped out. Once in the still empty main office, they broke up like two little school girls after hearing a pompom girl fart. Gwen said, "Where did he fuck you? He fucked me in my pussy."

Gloria said, "That's a keeper. Can you believe that woman? She must be insane."

"She'd be insane doing what she's doing without getting something on each parent. She's crazy like a fox."

"I know, but what are the odds she could get an entire classroom of parents involved with their kids?"

"Pretty good, I'd say. She inherited Jessica's group from last year. Jessica had a stacked class, all the pretty ones with easygoing parents. Judy doesn't have to get them all, but everyone she does get lessens the odds of there being any trouble."

"That's true. I didn't think about that. Do you know the Williams?"

"Not really, but I've met Donna. She seems very sweet. She's very pretty, very sexy, a natural blonde, a sharp dresser, likes to show her legs. I've never seen her in anything but a short, thin dress. She has great legs, I remember that."

"If there's a pussy at the top, you'd remember table legs. What about her demeanor, her personality? Would she ever start trouble? Has she ever filed a complaint?"

"Not the type. No, she's quiet and deferential. She bows to authority, a compulsive rule follower, excessively neat, the kind that doesn't want any trouble and would go to great lengths to avoid trouble. I think she's a spoiled only-child from a strict church upbringing."

"Are you just guessing?"

"Yeah, but I'd bet a paycheck on it. She's the type that would not report a rape under any circumstances. I'd bet her house is spotless and tastefully decorated. I'd bet she washes after she wipes her ass, then dusts her butt with a powder puff."

"Okay, I know the type. What's her hubby like?"

"Never met him but we spoke on the phone several times. The kids take after him in looks, so I figure he's tall, dark, and handsome. He sounds like an engineer and I believe he repairs electronic somethings, so my hunch is probably right. Tarzan, he's not. My guess is he has nothing to do with the house, home, or kids. He works; she's a housewife. When I can't reach her, I call his shop number. That's how we've talked."

"Okay. I get the picture. I know who you're talking about, now. Donna's that chick that ran the cookie sale for the PTA, right?"

"The bake sale, but yes, that's her."

"You're right. She's got legs, and she's not shy about showing them. She sure sold a lot of cookies when the wind picked up. I think I bought ten dozen myself."

"I must have missed that, but that's Donna. She's another Judy but without balls. Donna needs wind, lots of wind."

"We need to deal with Donna but inform Larry, or she'll try to cover it up."

"Gloria, don't you think we should call him, and let him call her?"

"Exactly. My guess is, he'll tell her to handle it."

"So, what do we tell him?"

"That his kids were caught having intercourse on campus. He doesn't need to know the details, certainly not over the phone. In fact, he wouldn't expect details over the phone. We have plenty of time to work out the story. Just make the call, Gwen."

"Okay. Why don't you go check on the younguns'. Keep them horny. Let them nurse the nurse."

"Make the call, inmate number 4545789."

Gloria returned to her aid room; Gwen returned to her desk and her Rolodex. She found the card on Williams--Donna and Larry, then dialed Larry's work number:

"Larry's Fixit--Larry speaking."

"Yes, Mr. Williams, this is Gwen Adams from the school. Remember me?"

"Yes, I remember. Is something wrong?"

"I'm afraid so. How shall I put this? Uh... Mr. Williams, your son and daughter were found having sexual intercourse on campus. I'm afraid that's against school policy."

There was a pregnant pause that prompted Gwen to say, "Hello... Mr. Williams..."

"Yes, I'm here. Did I hear you correctly?"

"I think you did, but I can be less obtuse. They were having sex with each other. They were both naked, totally naked. They're still naked. We have them in the nurse's aid room. They refuse to put clothes on. If we turn our backs for a second, they try to copulate. I should say, they do copulate. The boy is very good at getting his member inside the girl's vagina. Getting them uncoupled is no easy matter, let me assure you."

"Is this some sort of sick joke?"

"Mr. Williams, I assure you this is no laughing matter. We are at our wit's end with those two. We are trying to keep this covered up. The principal doesn't know. So far, it's just their teacher, me, and the school nurse that knows about this or saw anything. We need parental help, and we need it fast or we're just going to have to turn this over to more qualified professionals or the police."

"NO! Don't do that! My wife will be right down. If I can't get hold of her, I'll close the shop and be there. Please, just hang on. Do not call anyone, please."

"All right, but if this gets any worse, we may be forced to call in the authorities. I suggest someone who can control them get here right away."

"I'm on it. Someone will be there shortly, I assure you."

Gwen said goodbye and hung up smiling. She went straight to the aid room, knocked lightly, and entered to find Gloria breast feeding the kids while jacking off one and fingering the other, as the kids sat side-by-side on the exam table, looking toward the door without stopping their sucking.

They each held a twelve-pound udder in both hands while trying to get all of the nipple in their mouths. Gloria shouted, "Shut the fucking door, will you. I'm the butt of enough jokes about being able to nurse a whole school. They don't need proof."

Gwen excitedly came up and told Gloria what she had told Larry Williams, recounting the conversation, word for word, adding tone and tenor where appropriate. She then said, "It just came out. I didn't plan anything; I winged it, and that stuff winged right out of my mouth."

"I should have put a tit in your mouth and let the kids make the call."

"Why, I think I did good. Now, when the mommy shows up, they can be fucking. Remember, they try to fuck every time our backs are turned. We're getting frustrated. We can't control them. Who'd blame us if we stopped trying?"

"You have a good point. Hell, they probably think we're angry at them. You made it sound like we're ready to call the police. I forgot about that. You did do good, now that I think of it."

"Do I get a suck?"

"Come around and suck on his dick. Let me think. And don't make him cum. Just keep him hard."

Gwen came around and took the dick from Gloria. She looked it over and said, "My, what a beautiful cock you have, Bobby. I'll bet that's a good six inches and perfectly formed. You two look adorable together, a matched set of fuckers that fit together perfectly. I can't wait to see you two fucking. How 'bout them titties? Aren't they something?"

Bobby pulled off of his with a sucking pop and beamed, "Wow, no kidding. These are great!"

Tabatha sucked her nipple out long and thin, then released to say, "I wish my mom had titties like these. She has big titties, but not this big. I didn't know titties got this big."

As the kids went back to nursing the nurse, Gwen dipped her head and nursed the cock, moaning her pleasure.

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Donna Williams and her twins turned out to be the wildest sexual experience Gwen or Gloria ever had. They could hardly believe what they'd seen, experienced, done, and got away with. It was too good to be believed.

[Read about it in "Donna's Day".]

They had just watched Donna and the twins leave the office. Gwen said, "You know, Gloria, we're very good at this... I mean, working as a team. We read each other so well once things get rolling."

"Spit it out, Gwen."

"I was just thinking, we should work more closely with Judy. She needs our help, our unique talents. She could supply us with safe fruit, ripe for the plucking."

"We do okay on our own."

"I don't call one or two tame adventures a semester doing okay, not when it could be a daily rip-roaring raunchy romp like it was with Donna."

"That could get old very fast, Gwen."

"Yes, but it would be our choice to slow down if it did. The way it is now, we go slow because we have no choice. Another thing, we've never done anything with a parent and child together. This put a whole new spin on the perversion. The kids were great, but Donna made that show."

"I have news for you. I've had parents before, but you're right. She sure did make the difference. You still haven't spit it out."

"I say we pay Judy a visit, stop by her home, get cozy. We have a report to make. She should be impressed. I don't think we have to do a thing except show her what we can do, presenting ourselves as a team. We even have the pictures. These pictures are worth ten-thousand words. We have ten. She's a smart chick. She'll figure out how to make better use of us in the future. She has her work cut out for her with all those parents to deal with."

"I'm not sure I want to get any closer to her fire than I already am. This shit's bound to explode one day. When it does, there will be a bunch of adults wearing numbers."

"I disagree. I think the more adults that get tangled up in this sordid mess, the more likely there will be a cover-up if things did blow-up. This town is too small and too image conscious to allow such a scandal to get out. I say there's safety in numbers, at least in this town there is. In a few days, every female teacher in this school will be a whore fucking kids on campus. What will they do, jail the entire elementary school faculty?"

"You do have a good point there. We could involve a few key people for added insurance. It would be nice to have a whole bunch of folks to drag into the pit with us if we ever do fuck up."

"Exactly, and we couldn't pick a better time to take risks. What they're doing at the high school makes this pale by comparison."

"You're right there. We already have plenty of company."

"Right, but this situation won't last. We need to do our thing while all the powers that be are trying to keep the lid on this pressure cooker. If we were to fuck up on our own, after all this gets buried and everyone is playing it straight again, we'd get hung out to dry."

"All right, Gwen. You sold me. Let's pay Judy a visit and get on the team. Do you know where she lives?"

"I know where everyone lives. I have the Rolodex."

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Judy left the school on Tuesday with Karen in the car. With her husband out of town, and the meeting with the three mothers set for eight p.m., she had a few hours to kill and decided to kill them on a mission of mercy.

Judy felt good about the day-two class session. She'd had a few close calls, but accomplished her goal of setting the proper environment and maintaining order and control. She was eager to hear Karen's critique, and said, "So, what did you think of the class today?"

"It was great, especially that part where Tabatha got screwed. That was neat watching that. Boy, she sure has a pretty pussy, and I like the way she sucked off that new kid."

"Have you ever sucked you father's dick?"

"No, I never sucked any dick, but I'd like to. All he ever does is screw me, and I never get to see him do that."

"You mean he always has the lights off?"

"No, he always covers my head. He does it in the daytime a lot, but I never see a thing."

"Too bad. What does he cover your head with?"

"Mostly, a dark pillowcase, sometimes, he just pulls the sheets over my head. Usually, I'm face down with my butt sticking up."

"That sounds pretty exciting to me, but I guess it gets old."

"It is pretty neat, but you're right, it does get old. We've been doing it that way for almost two years."

"Tell me, Karen, does your sister know what's going on?"

"She does now. Last month, she hid in the closet and watched. She watched us several times before Dad caught her at it. He got really mad, but she still tries to watch. He has to double check for her. I think it's neat that she knows when he's doing it. When he takes me into the bedroom and locks the door, she knows."

"I don't know why he bothers trying to hide it. Seems to me, the cat's out of the bag."

"We don't have a cat."

Judy smiled and said, "It's an expression that means everyone knows, so why hide."

"The cat's out of the bag all right, especially after I told everyone in class. If he finds out I did that, he'll really be mad."

"I'm just going to tell him you told me and me alone, but I'll use that fact as a weapon to get him to open up. Don't you worry. I'll get him to accept this. You may see me threaten him and act angry, but that's just for show. Don't get upset. It's just to impress him."

"If you tell him you're going to get the cops, I'll bet he cries. He's really scared of going to jail."

"He should be. He's breaking the law, big time, but it's a dumb law, one we don't agree with. He'll eventually come to see me as a friend. He will if he opens up and starts treating you right. If he doesn't, I'll be his worst enemy. Either way, you stick close to me, understand?"

"Yeah. I'm sticking close. I want to be a good student. I want to learn everything. You're the expert about sex and stuff."

Judy smiled at the little sensualist sitting close to her. Karen kept her hand on the bare skin between Judy's skirt and right knee, rubbing lightly and squeezing gently. Judy chucked the adorable child under the chin, and said, "Don't be shy, Karen. If you want to play with my pussy, it won't bite. You weren't shy in class today."

Karen smiled as she slid her hand up under the short skirt and encountered the familiar vaginal cleft, saying, "I know. That was fun. No one was shy were they?"

"No, they weren't, and I loved it. My pussy adores little fingers. Tell me, Karen, how do you see yourself, or wish to see yourself--as wife, mistress, or whore to your daddy?"

"What's the difference?"

"Good question, but for starters, the wife gets serviced, the mistress gets presents, and the whore services. Wait, how's this: the wife gets love and kisses, the mistress gets presents and kisses, the whore gets cum, lots of cum."

"Well, I like presents, and I like kisses, and I think I'd like lots of cum."

"You want it all, then?"

"Not really. Kisses are okay, but not from my dad. It's not like I want to be his real wife or even a girlfriend. I just want to get nasty with him, and I want him to get nasty with me and not be afraid. I wish he'd get bossy and make me do nasty things; you know, like stripping and masturbating, stuff like that. I wish he'd put his dick in my mouth, cum in my mouth, and make me swallow it. I wish he'd do that at the dinner table with Cissy watching. I wish he'd do everything with Cissy watching. I wish he'd let his friends screw me while Cissy watches. I wish..."

"Hey, I'm not Santa Claus and this isn't Christmas. I get the point. You want to be his sex slave. Tell me, has he ever fucked you in the ass?"

"No, but I'd like to try that, too. I wish he'd do everything."

"A three-holer whore that gets presents. That's what you'd like to be."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Do you think he'd like that?"

"He wouldn't be much of a man if he didn't. What about Cissy? Would she like to be in on this?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she would. I think she's hornier than I am. I know he'd like to fuck her, too, but I don't want him to. I want him all to myself. I guess I'm stingy, huh?"

"Most whores are; most women are. You'll have to share, Karen. It's only fair, but you'll be getting extra at school."

"Yeah, I guess. That's our apartment building. Dad's home early. That's his car, and that's his boss' truck."

"Is that unusual?"

"No, not really. When they get off early, Clifford usually stops by with him to drink beer. His wife won't let him drink, so he gets a buzz at our place before he goes home. He's the one I'd like to fuck and kiss. He's cute. I think you'd like Clifford."

"How old is Clifford?"

"I don't know, but he's as old as my Grandpa, maybe older. He reminds me of Santa but without the beard. He likes it when we sit on his lap. When Dad isn't looking, he cops feels. He fingers my pussy, and he likes it when Cissy watches. He fingers her, too, and I get to watch."

"Sounds like a fun guy."

"He is, and he's funny, too. Dad likes him a lot, even though he caught Clifford fingering us a bunch of times."

"Oh. How'd that turn out?"

"He gets mad, but Clifford always makes a joke about it and gets him calmed down. He's Dad's foreman, so Dad can't get too mad. I guess foremen can fire you if they want to."

"Well, this is interesting--two pussies, two cocks, sounds like the makings of a real party."

"Don't you mean three pussies and two cocks?"

"I can't stay, Karen. I just have time to get this party going, then I need to get home. I've got a party of my own tonight, a hen party with a dog. That should be interesting as well."

"Wow, that sounds neat. I wish we could have a dog like Rachel's. I'd like to see Cissy sucking on a dog's wiener. She'd do it, too, if I dared her. I'll bet they'd like seeing a little girl do that, naked."

Judy laughed and ruffled Karen's hair after putting the car in park and turning off the engine. Karen smiled back and said, "Well, here we are. Our apartment is number 212, just up those stairs."

"Let's go."

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Karen led the way and let Judy in. Their entry caught Clifford by surprise. He practically tossed Cissy in the air. She landed half on and half off the couch with her legs wide showing her skewed panties. Clifford, in a panic, tried to cover the evidence by tugging her skirt down when he should have been helping her up.

Karen's father entered from the bedroom just as Clifford reached for the hem, unaware that Judy and Karen had entered. They stood just inside the entryway, but he was turned to face the couch and shouted, "God damnit, Cliff, are you playing stink finger again? This shit's getting out of hand. Every time I turn my back, you're diddling one of my girls. What have I got..."

John was cut off by Clifford's troubled look past him. He turned slowly and saw Karen and the teacher. His face went stone white though the scantily-clad teacher was smiling as she moved into the room offering her hand. He reached as he tried to offer an explanation which Judy cut off with a casual wave as she said, "Hey, what's a little stink finger among friends? Show me a little girl that doesn't like to have her pussy played with, and I'll show you a candidate for a convent."

John's mouth hung open as wide as Cliff's. Judy went to Cissy, laid the child on her back beside Clifford and raised her dress to the middle. While they stared, she casually drew the little girl's panties off, pushed the legs wide, then examined the beardless clam of her immature vagina, saying, "Oh, yes, this little pussy is no stranger to adult fingers. Um, yes, that went in easy. This little girl is ready for the real McCoy if you ask me."

Cissy just stared at the strange woman and held her legs wide open for the fingering. Clifford had no idea who Judy was, but he took an instant liking to her, and loved her style. He visibly relaxed when her painted nailed finger went up the little girl's pussy.

Clifford boldly brought his meaty hand to the girl's lower abdomen and placed his index finger on the little clitty nub. He rubbed and said, "That's what I've been trying to get across to her daddy. If you ask me, the way he's raising these girls is a waste of good pussy. These girls need screwing, both of them."

"I couldn't agree more. I'll have to have a talk with their father. It's a shame to let good pussy like this go to waste."

With that, Judy unplugged from the girl and stood to face John who still had his jaw hanging open as he looked past her to watch Clifford's middle finger enter where Judy exited. Judy drew his attention to her, saying, "John, you remember me, Judy Elders, Karen's teacher?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm here on Karen's behalf. She's sexually frustrated and unable to pay attention in class as a result. Obviously, she's not getting enough sex at home. I want something done about that, or I'll be forced to go to the authorities. I want that girl fucked, thoroughly fucked. Get help if you need it, but don't send her off to school with a dry pussy. She can't concentrate when all she can think about is hard dicks."

"I... I, uh..."

"Relax, John. I didn't come here to make threats. I came to help you and Karen--Cissy, too, for that matter. You're taking care of your needs, but not hers. That must change. I insist. Two big strong men like you and Cliff should be able to keep two little pussies totally satisfied. If you can't, I can find some horny studs who can. Am I getting through?"

"I... I, uh..."

Judy looked back to see what had John's attention. Clifford had his cock out and had placed Cissy's hand on it. She became instantly mesmerized by the throbbing phallus and began pumping.

Judy went to Karen and raised Karen's dress up and off over her head, leaving her nude in shoes. She then set her astride Clifford's lap with her back to his chest. The cock went right in owing to her sister's good aim and Karen's sopping wet pussy.

Judy then returned her attention to John, who could not take his eyes off the bizarre scene going on before him. Judy stood beside John to watch as Karen went up and down on the seven-inch shaft with her knees wide, and her sister playing with his balls while hanging over his right leg, trying to get a better look at the point of entry.

They were both looking at Cissy's naked ass getting a thorough going over by Clifford. He appeared to be in seventh heaven with a beer in one hand, pussy in the other, a little girl fucking herself on his dick, and another licking his balls. John looked envious. Judy said, "Well, it looks like my work is done here. I see they're in good hands. John, see that those girls get all the stiff cock they can handle. Don't make me come back here."

"I... uh, I..."

"I'll let myself out."

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Judy arrived home at six-thirty, pleased with the way things went at Karen's. She mentally checked off another parent. She showered, dressed in a simple house dress with nothing underneath, slipped on furry slippers and prepared a simple meal. The door bell rang at seven, an hour before she expected the first arrival.

She opened the door to Gwen and Gloria and invited them in. The two women quickly put her at ease, told her of their afternoon adventure, and strongly hinted at their desire to get more deeply involved.

Judy saw the possibilities at once and liked their ideas. The photos they showed her were most impressive. She'd met Donna Williams at the PTA bake sale. She worked the cookie booth with Donna after the wind picked up and fantasized about her gorgeous legs for weeks afterward. She was standing right beside Donna when a major gust swept up from under the table and inverted the thin dress way past the navel before a few dozen amused onlookers.

Judy was green with envy and wished she'd thought to dress for the occasion. She wished she had a pair of panties as skimpy as Donna's. They had to be a catalog order item, as Ginger's Boutique had nothing like it. From the side or rear, it appeared she had no panties on at all.

After that shocking display, one that left Donna red as a beet, the crowd never thinned around their booth, and the wind never died down. Like a real trooper, she remained and valiantly fought a losing battle with nature, much to the amusement of those around, including Judy.

Judy had to admire Donna's style. She looked genuinely flustered and appeared to be earnestly trying to protect her modesty with little success. She had most people fooled, but Judy wasn't fooled one bit. She knew a fellow exhibitionist when she saw one, and after that bake sale, she saw Donna as a real pro, someone to emulate. The pictures were worth ten thousand words. The beaver shots had her mouth watering.

Judy went through the pictures one more time before returning them to Gwen. She fanned her flushed face and said, "Wow! I hope there's more like her."

Gwen said, "We do, too, and we think there are. We can bring them out of their shell."

"Yes, I see that. I've got three ladies coming here to discuss my project. They all have kids in my class, and they're already involved."

Gloria said, "Who are they? I'm sure I know their kids."

"Barbara Henderson, Rachel's mom; Carol Hastings, Tiffany's mom; and Sandra Stewart, Robby's mom."

"I know them all, the kids, not the parents."

Gwen said, "I know all the parents, and I've met those two girls recently, but Robby Stewart doesn't come to mind."

"I would think you'd know Robby as many times as he's been to see Dick. Robby, our resident Casanova."

"Oh, Robby, of course. He talks to my tits. My tits know him very well. Congratulations, Judy. You're off to a flying start."

"Yes, and I can now add three more parents to the win column--John Ashe, Karen Ashe's father, a single parent, Bonnie and Brad Stevens, Sharon's parents, and now Donna Williams. I assume Larry Williams in onboard as well."

Gloria said, "I think that's a safe assumption. If he's not screwing that little doll of his, it's because he had a heart attack on hearing his wife's report."

Judy said, "Why don't you girls stick around. We'll be discussing the other parents. You may be able to offer input or offer suggestions. I'm assuming you gals want in on this."

Gwen said, "You assume right. We also know key people that should be brought in, people that can help if this blows up in our faces."

"Oh, such as?"

"Such as the chief of police, the editor of our only newspaper, the mayor, the school super, two judges and a few prominent attorneys. We know all these people have a penchant for young girls, not as young as yours, but the younger the better I would think. Luring any one of them between the pristine thighs of one of your junior miss sluts should be a cinch, and once they dip their wicks in the forbidden fruit, that's one less we have to worry about."

Gloria offered, "More importantly, that's one more influential person that will actively aid in any cover-up."

"I see you've thought this through. Are you that worried?"

"Just cautious. We're playing with fire. We like playing with fire, but we don't like getting burned."

"Well, if it puts your mind at ease any, we can count on support from the Hendersons' law firm. Barbara assured me of her husband's support. My husband tells me that Henderson, Greyson, and Jacoby can cover murder in this county. I believe him."

Gwen said, "That is a relief. He's the attorney we were most interested in luring. I never knew he was Rachel Henderson's father."

"Yes, and he's quite the hedonist. He keeps a mistress at his home and she runs the wife, Barbara. Rachel gave me the scoop. She has Barbara wearing a dog collar and servicing that mutt in front of her kids. It is quite a bizarre situation. They make her wear obscenely ridiculous clothes, and she must take that dog everywhere while wearing a collar that is inscribed 'Bruno's Bitch.'"

Gloria excitedly said, "I saw her walking that dog down Sycamore just yesterday. It had to be her. I almost crashed my car. I couldn't believe any woman would wear something that brief out in public on a summer afternoon, let alone a cold and windy day in April. I didn't notice the collar. Jesus, can you imagine living under the thumb of a perverted mistress? God, I love it!"

Gwen said, "Wait till you see her up close. She's a knockout." Addressing Judy, she said, "You say she'll be here at eight?"

"Yes, and so will her dog. I've had the pleasure in case you haven't heard."

Gwen said, "Dick mentioned you liked the mutts, but now I understand what he meant--you really like the mutts!"

"This one, yes. You'll see how much I like this one."

"I can't wait. I've never seen a live bestial act. Have you, Gloria?"

"Are you kidding? My ex was a bestiality freak. He had every movie, still, slick mag, and slide featuring human/animal coupling of every imaginable kind. Dogs aren't the only beasts with cocks."

"Did you ever?"

"I caved in and let a Doberman mount me at a party, but I wasn't impressed. The party guests loved it; the mutt loved it; Benny loved it; but it was over too fast for me to even get warmed up. A bigger dog that took his time might have made a difference, but we broke it off right after that. He ran off with a pony fucker."

Gwen said, "I wish I could have seen you with that Doberman. I've only seen a few flicks, but I loved what I saw. Are we going to see Bruno in action tonight, Judy?"

"I plan to be his main course, but with five other horny twats, he may have other ideas. If you get the opportunity, be my guest. He's very big and slow by doggie standards I would think. Just don't be the first."

Gwen said, "Hell, I might try that myself."

"Speak of the devil, here he is. The bitch is early. Oh, before I admit the bitch, you should know, she's playing the dominant role with me. I guess it's a catharsis of sorts, but I play along. If you must know, she's behind all this sexual activity in the classroom. I do as she says to get the bone. Play along, okay?"

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Judy opened the door to Barbara and Bruno and saw Carol pull up to the curb with Sandra in the passenger seat. Barbara passed on through, holding her head high. Bruno stopped to lick Judy's inner thighs before joining his bitch as she went on in and introduced herself to the two women seated in the living room.

Judy waited at the door for Carol and Sandra. They entered together. Judy made the introductions, then called the meeting to order with Bruno's muzzle buried under her house dress. The others had amused grins as she pretended to ignore the vaginal lapping. Judy kept a straight face as she brought them all current on the classroom activities. While narrating her most recent adventure at Karen's apartment, she was nude, in a standing squat, taking an energetic screwing doggie style.

Judy ended her story with her shoulders pinned to the carpet, ass high, getting pounded while the ladies gathered close for the cum shot. Many feminine hands roamed her intimate parts while the dog pumped his seed into her receptive vagina.

Barbara assumed the power position, holding onto Bruno's leash with her feet astride Judy's head, dispassionately overlooking the scene. When the dog dismounted, Judy looked up the twin columns of Barbara's legs, directly into the bare beaver being lewdly offered as Barbara held the short hem above the mound. Judy stretched up and licked dutifully. Barbara patted her on the head and told her she'd done good for starters.

Judy stood with as much dignity as a woman could muster with dog cum streaming down her legs and a face shiny wet with pussy slime. The others enjoyed her mild discomfort and embarrassment. They then got down to business, discussing the other parents. Carol reported encouraging conversations she'd had with three of the iffy mothers, and Sandra added two sets of parents to the no-sweat column with three other sets added to the should-be-no- problem column, and one set in the proceed-with-caution column, the first in that category.

After reviewing the class roster, Gloria was able to add another no-sweat set of parents that the others knew little about--the Robbins family, Jennifer's parents. This was great news for Judy, as Jennifer, as you may recall, was the girl that reminded Judy of her youthful pussy playmate. Judy wanted details.

Gloria described one of her first instances of molestation after assuming the nurse's job four years ago. Tanya, Jennifer's big sister, was twelve at the time and Gloria found her irresistible. Judy found that easy to relate to, but after hearing how Gloria described Tanya's youthful charms, her mouth watered.

Gloria had Tanya on the exam table with her feet in stirrups for a sports physical. She'd gone far from the normal cursory exam by having the girl strip naked. When she had Tanya laid out and spread wide, she lost control and dove face-first into her precious muff. She climbed over the girl and practically smothered her in pussy. Needless to say, the girl left traumatized, went home, and told her parents.

The mother, Carla, was in Gloria's office the following morning. They had a long talk after Carla assured Gloria that she had no intention of going to the authorities, but wanted to know exactly what happened in every detail. Gloria caught on quickly and gave her all the juicy details in the form of a lurid confession.

Carla left without securing a promise to never do that again, so Gloria did it again the very next day, pulling Tanya from class and really putting her through her paces, introducing the girl to a strap-on dildo. She sent the ex-virgin home with a very sore and shaved pussy, aching jaws, and a belly full of piss. The poor girl sloshed while she walked bowlegged into her home.

Tanya not only told her parents what the big, bad, nasty nurse did, she showed them her pussy. This time, both parents were there the following morning, and they both wanted the details.

Gloria had a pussy pet until Tanya graduated to the seventh grade. She eventually had sex with both parents. Gloria arranged to have them view the molestation sessions without Tanya's knowledge. To accomplish this, she had the girl blindfolded so the parents would feel free to watch from close-up. This led to them joining in, and Tanya was thoroughly screwed. She serviced both parents with her mouth and every orifice of her young body.

The joke was on the parents, as Tanya could see under the blindfold. Gloria saw to it. For most of her sixth grade year, Tanya served three very horny adults and was punished by her mother each time she got pregnant. She had three abortions and was not surprised when her mother told her she'd carry the next one to term if it happened again. It happened again, and she was punished in a remarkable way.

Throughout her fourth pregnancy, through most of her seventh grade year, Tanya wore no clothes at home. If that weren't enough to humiliate a fourteen-year-old molestation victim with a younger brother and sister, her parents invited a biker tattoo artist into their home and had her lower abdomen tattooed with the word, "WHORE."

Gloria was made a party to the crime by being brought in on the tattooing, then hired to monitor the pregnancy. She stopped by the house often to see Tanya. They continued their sessions in Tanya's bedroom. Though the parents couldn't participate without giving themselves away, they watched Gloria and eventually brought the younger kids in to watch along with them as it became too obvious to conceal what was going on.

The parents offered the younger kids no explanation other than this was part of Tanya's punishment and a way for her to pay for the nurse's services which they couldn't otherwise afford. They witnessed some of the most bizarre lesbian sex acts for months on end, and their sister worked without the mercy of a blindfold.

The kids found it hard to figure out what was punishment and what was payment. The giant nurse appeared to enjoy everything, and their sister appeared to accept everything she had to do as punishment. The family watched that tattoo get bigger every week, until by delivery time, she was a

W H O R E

Judy was elated by this news and wanted to get Jennifer started down that same path. She was angry that Jennifer hadn't related this significant event in her family sex history. Gloria loved the idea, and had completely forgotten that they had another daughter that was now ripe for the plucking and every bit as adorable as her big sister.

Gloria was also miffed at the parents for not bringing Jennifer to her attention, and now most of her last year at the elementary school was gone. They'd have to get the girl pregnant right away, so she picked up the phone and called the Robbins', talked to the father, Floyd, and told him to start fucking the girl right away. She would not take no for an answer, demanded that he put Jennifer on the phone, then talked her through the seduction of her father until her pussy sank down his shaft to the balls and ended up with a load of semen in it. It was only afterward that Gloria found out they had company, his parents, Jennifer's grandparents--the county district attorney.

Gloria turned white as a ghost. Clifford Robbins was not cool and he was the one that prosecuted cases. When she told the others, the room was full of ghostly faces, all except Barbara's. She was smiling, took the phone from Gloria and asked to speak with Cliff.

The others watched in amazement as she talked Cliff through the anal rape of his granddaughter. When he was done, she talked Vivian Robbins through the vaginal rape of Jennifer's face.

When Barbara was through, Gloria grabbed the phone and asked to speak with Carla, and talked her through a vaginal rape of Jennifer's face ending in a piss in the mouth as Judy talked Jennifer through the proper way to suck the piss out of her mother while her daddy tore off another piece of pussy on his own. When Judy hung up, she hung up on an orgy.

She looked to Barbara and said, "What the hell do you have on Clifford Robbins?"

"Nothing. I just know he'd love to fuck me and he just watched a sexy little girl fuck her daddy. He had to have a hard-on. I took a chance."

Gloria came out of her chair, "You took a chance! Are you nuts?"

"I had to. By the looks on your faces, I knew we were fucked. We couldn't get more fucked."

Judy said, "Did you know Vivian was cool?"

"I never met her and don't know a thing about her, but she stood quietly and watched two men screw a little girl. I knew she had a pussy. It had to be wet."

Gloria ran her fingers through her hair as she did a full turn in place, saying, "Fuck, I don't believe this."

Judy said, "Hey, relax. We dodged a bullet. Barbara did good. Now we have a friend in the DA's office. He is the DA's office. We can not be prosecuted in this county as long as he's there, and he's been there since Christ was a corporal. I don't know about you girls, but this is cause for celebration, and Bruno looks up to helping me celebrate."

They took a break while Bruno had Judy again, this time while she laid backward over the ottoman. The ladies liked this position, and Barbara sat on the upturned face after the fuck. Judy was wasted after this scene and remained sprawled over the ottoman as the women conversed, made plans, and coordinated the molestation of her choicest students.

Whatever they wanted to do was fine with Judy, and what they wanted was a stable of little studs and whores whose parents were under tight control. They formed a pact, elected Barbara their leader, and made Judy the madam of the house. Judy was pleased with the outcome and liked her role.

The women unanimously decided that their first priority would have to be Martha Ackerton, the Ann Margaret look-alike that lived in a small apartment with three little studs. They wanted nothing less than to turn her into a full-fledged working whore, turning tricks in her home, transforming her little nest into a one-slut whorehouse and private stud farm.

Martha was the type that would have been voted least likely to turn whore by anyone with recent knowledge of her, which included all of the ladies sitting in Judy's living room. They didn't really know her, but they knew scores of women like her and felt they knew the type well.

Martha gave the impression that sex just didn't factor into her life, and illicit sex would be as foreign to her as pork to a Rabbi. The challenge, alone, would have made her the target, but Martha's classic beauty and sexy body made her a prime target.

She had the look that turned the heads of both sexes, and the look that made straight women wonder what it would be like to do it with a woman.

According to Brian, she was the model mother, making it on her own following a messy divorce. She jealously guarded her modesty in or out of the home. Her boys had never seen her wandering about in bra and panties, and she never went about in a towel after a shower, nor did she ever wear a swimsuit, short shorts, T-shirts, or crop tops.

She didn't own casual clothes unless a floor-length flannel robe could be considered casual clothing. Like June Cleaver--the TV mom on "Leave It To Beaver"--Martha wore dresses, only dresses, dresses that were overly modest, and she always sat like a lady in her overly modest dress.

When asked how she took care of her sexual needs, her middle son, Brian, was clueless. She didn't date, didn't lock herself away in her bedroom, and did not own a vibrator, dildo, or anything like a dildo. He and his two brothers had long been curious and looked hard for the answer. They sniffed every phallic object in the house, even the handle of the vacuum cleaner, even the phallic looking veggies.

Under more questioning by Judy, Brian remembered that they did own a shower wand, and when Judy related that bit of news, the ladies smiled knowingly.

Sandra had the scoop on Martha. She had befriended Martha shortly after the divorce, shortly after her hometown return with three kids and not much else. When she had to get out of her parents' house or go mad, Sandra helped her get the apartment and a job at the bank where she worked. Sandra lived next door to Martha's parents, and that's how they'd met six months prior.

At the time of the meeting, Martha had only been in her new apartment one month. Though they'd moved away from each other, Sandra stopped by Martha's apartment frequently, and they shared their lunch breaks at work.

Sandra was eager to get Martha into her bed, and had made the sexy divorcee her personal project from their first meeting. Martha used to hang out at Sandra's house to escape her parents, though her parents warned her that the woman next door was a slut that would pass on her tarnish by association. Martha quickly realized they were right, and just as quickly realized that the woman was a bisexual slut. Still, there was no other escape, and escape became a greater and greater priority.

On Monday evening, after screwing her own son and before the meeting with Judy, Barbara, Gwen, Carol, and Gloria, Sandra drove across town to see Martha Ackerton, catching her at a rare time when no one else was home, right before she was getting ready to take a shower. Though Martha never came to visit after moving from the neighborhood, Sandra became a regular visitor at Martha's place.

The women, having agreed on the goal of turning Martha Ackerton into a whore, sat forward, sensing a juicy story. Sandra saw their eager expressions and said, "Nothing much happened, so just relax. This woman does not open up easily, and she plays the innocent prude to the hilt, even with me. I don't hold back with her, and when I say fuck, she blushes. To tell you the truth, I don't think she likes me. She thinks I'm a crude slut with the hots for her."

Carol said, "Well, she's right, isn't she?"

"Sure, but I never said I was."

"Did she?"

"No, but I can tell what she's thinking. She's friendly because she owes me; and besides, she has no other friends. From what I gather, she was a loner when she lived here for just a few years and had no friends to look up when she returned. I suppose, I'm it."

Gwen offered, "For someone that looks as good as she does, that's awfully strange, don't you think?"

Carol said, "Not for a member of Christ's Crusade. They don't do much socializing outside the church, and they don't care much for each other from what I've seen. I was more than happy to be her best friend. That woman makes my panties wet, and I'm straight--well, almost."

Barbara said, "You said nothing much happened. What did happen, and what was she wearing?"

Sandra smiled, sat back, and said, "Actually, it was what she wasn't wearing. I'd never caught her half dressed. Usually, it was the other way around. I remember several times when I sat kitty-corner to her at my dining table wearing only panties while her kids and mine made constant walk-throughs. She hated that, but would rather sit through that humiliation than sit at home with her born-again parents.

"I wasn't about to let this rare opportunity slip through my fingers. I felt her snatch and tweaked her nipples through her robe. Nice nips, nice snatch, too. She's a true redhead and she shaves her cunt lips. You'd eat that pussy, Carol. Hell, my mother would eat that pussy, and she still calls it a you-know-what."

Carol licked her lips, made a yummy sound, and said, "What was she wearing, damnit? Spill it, Sandy. How did you get to feel her pussy?"

"Okay, here's what happened. First, she only had on a thin robe. She was in the bathroom when I knocked, and she tried to get me to come back later. I just pushed on in. You know me. Well, she didn't want to talk, not in that skimpy wrap, anyway. She kept trying to excuse herself, afraid the boys might walk in and see her half naked, though what she had on was more than I ever wear at home in front of my boys, her boys, any boys.

"You could see her nipples through the material, so I suppose that's what had her concerned; that, plus the fact that the robe was too short, probably something her hubby bought for her and she only wore in the bedroom. I'm sure her parents didn't know she even owned a robe like that."

Carol, "How'd you get her to stay put?"

"It was hard, but I forced her to sit down and listen. I scooted my chair up close, getting my left knee between her two knees. I made like I had great news, then hit her right between her big green eyes with, 'I just fucked my son and it was the ultimate sexual experience. I just had to tell someone.'"

Judy said, "You don't mess around, do you?"

"Opportunity only knocks once. Well, you could see the color drain from her face. Her fucking chin hit her lap. I mean, she took that news like the Pope hearing about a nun that screws goats in the pews. While the shock was still registering, I reached out and laid my hand high on her left leg, on bare flesh, right up here about four inches from her snatch, a little under the edge of the robe where it parted. In fact, my hand made the robe part a bit more."

Barbara said, "Had you ever touched her in an intimate way before?"

"Never like that. I was always touchy-feely with her, but there never was much bare skin to get touchy-feely on. With all that creamy naked skin, I went for the brass ring. I swear, I have never felt skin that soft and pliable other than on a freshly powdered baby's butt, and it's like that wherever you touch her."

Gwen said, "I believe it. Whenever I see her, I just want to run my fingers all over every inch of her body. God, I am so envious. What did she do when you touched her there?"

"She tensed. I squeezed and said, 'Oh, Martha, you must try incest. A young boy is so appreciative of a pussy donor. They can really slam the pork to you, and they just keep on slamming. They cum once and keep on fucking that messy pussy, making whipped cream in your snatch. With three under your roof, your cunt would never go dry. You'd make squishy sounds when you walked or crossed your legs. You would reek of fuck.'"

Judy said, "You really lay it on thick, don't you."

"A picture is worth a thousand words, and I had her seeing pictures. Now she's red and she's got her hand on mine, trying to block my hand from creeping higher or going between her thighs. And let me tell you, that woman has creamy fucking thighs. I never felt skin so soft in my life, not even on a baby. She tried to bring both legs together and trapped my leg as she did. By this time, I've got my hand between her inner thighs and the robe fell out from all the squirming.

"She's in a state, now, and she's trying to cover her bush. She has to use both hands, so my hand can now slide up, and I made it slide until I could feel wet flesh. When my fingers hit her in the slit, she went stiff as a board but didn't say anything, so I kept my hand wedged in there and sorta wiggled my fingers a little to tease the clit. You wanna talk about a hot, juicy pussy, and full... god damn! That woman's guts were falling out through the crack. I had a handful of cunt guts."

Carol laughed with the others and said, "Cunt guts! Where did you get that term, from some two-bit fuck book? Talk about a mental picture that would gag a maggot on a puke bucket."

"That's what it reminds me of, but her cunt guts wouldn't gag a novice nun. They'd make her mouth water. I'm talking coral pink, glistening, clean, fresh, and sexy as all hell with no hair on the lips, big full lips, too. I swear, I have never seen a pussy look that damn good. If Ann Margaret had a pussy like Martha Ackerton, she could never get away with wearing those dancer's tights she wears. You can't hide a pussy like that. That's a pussy you can see through Levi's jeans. I'm not shitting you. I've seen her in jeans, and if all you could see was her crotch, you'd never know there was a girl in those jeans, and I've got this doll right by the cunt and I'm not about to let go."

Barbara asked, "Didn't she object to any of this?"

"Not in a way that would stop me. When there was no doubt that I was trying to play with her pussy, she starts whining about how I shouldn't, how the boys might barge in, how she had to get dressed, all of which I ignored as I kept describing my screw with Robby in the crudest terms I could think of. I think I said shit to that woman that nobody had ever said to her. Her ex was a born-again from the family church, an arranged wedding from what I hear. They marry them off young. She was all of thirteen, and he was in his early twenties. Figure that out."

Gwen said, "I've heard of that. They marry in the eyes of God then make it legal when the kid turns of legal age in the state they're in. They marry them off younger than that. When the kid starts bleeding, God says she's ready."

"Anyway, fourteen years into this unholy marriage, she bugged out. She said she left out of pure boredom. You can imagine what a loser this character was. My guess is she got screwed three times in her life, and those were missionary screwings with the lights off."

Carol said, "A fuck that starts with an invocation and ends with a benediction with a boring sermon in between. I've been there, and I bugged out in fourteen months."

"Me too. I think the crude talk did more to unnerve her than what was happening between her legs. I don't think that woman had heard a dirty word since grade school."

Gwen eagerly pressed, "Sandy, it's about time you got back between her legs. Please, go on, and try to avoid going off on these side trips."

"Well, she slowly stops whining and eventually stops tugging on her robe. The robe eases apart, and before long, I'm seeing her entire cunt as she sits stiffly with my hand freely feeling between her legs with my fingertips diddling in her cunt lips, and those were slimy cunt lips... Oh, and shaved smooth as a baby's labia. She must have just finished shaving and was giving herself a good going over with the shower wand on pulse when I banged on her door."

Gwen said, "Surprise, surprise."

"Yeah, she sure as hell didn't want to see me."

Judy said, "I never would have thought you could get that far with a woman like her. What made you think you could get away with that?"

"After Robby screwed me, we laid together, still joined for a breather. I knew he had been after Martha from the moment he saw her, and she was always at our home, many times while I was working. I knew she had to fend off my husband, Jay, but I also knew he'd be easy to fend off. The guy's a wimp when it comes to seduction, but I also knew Robby wasn't. He'd go for it, and keep on going after it. I wanted the whole story, what he'd done, what worked, what didn't, and how far he'd gotten with her."

Carol sat forward and excitedly said, "Did he screw her?"

"He didn't screw her, but he sure put her through some embarrassing shit trying. She endured grabbing, penile exposures, flipped-up skirts, and if she tried to nap with Robby at home, she'd awake with his naked dick putting lip gloss on her lips with her skirt rucked up to her tits, all with her boys watching from the wings."

Judy said, "She tolerated that?"

"She endured all that and kept coming back. She never said a word to me about the shit Robby was doing to her, so I knew she'd tolerate me, and I kinda knew what trash talk would get her clit to stand up and wiggle."

Carol rubbed her hands together and excitedly said, "I knew this would get better. Go on."

"I'm still talking trash to her, and I can see her nipples are jutting out, hard as hell. I have never seen nipples stick out like hers did. When they're relaxed, they go flat and almost formless, but when that woman gets excited, there's no hiding it. I swear, those pink-nosed puppies stood out an inch and a half, at least. They looked like pinky fingers sticking out of her boob. They're the damnedest nipples I ever saw."

Gwen said, "Puckered nice and tight, huh?"

"Springy and tight, more erect than pucked, like a little baby's dick. She has these conical nipples, slender cones with no discernible nipple tip, bullet nipples, Jay calls them, only hers are longer than any bullet nipples I ever saw. Hers were more like missile cones emerging from a cream-colored silo--a high, firm mound, a proud mound."

Gwen said, "A high, firm, proud mound of dirt, right?"

"Okay, the metaphor wasn't so great, but you get the idea. She has great tits, fantastic tits. The woman does not wear a bra for the support. She wears one to keep her boobs from vibrating and her nipples from showing."

Gloria said, "Now, I have a good picture."

"When she sees me staring at her tits, she clutches the robe at the top, but doesn't shield her nipples, so I reach out and tweak one. That nipple felt like the head of a hard skinny dick. I tweak it good, not too hard, but hard enough that she can't brush my fingers off. I wanted to get my cunt up there and fuck it."

Carol says, "Oh, God, I love this. Nothing much happened, huh?"

"I didn't get screwed or eaten and didn't cum, so no. Anyway, I keep talking trash, but now I'm keeping both hands busy while I'm asking her about her boys, prying, trying to get her to fess up to dreaming about all those nice, young, hard cocks under her roof. She didn't deny having those thoughts, but she wouldn't talk, either. I told her she had to try them, and if she wouldn't, I would. All she could say was, 'Please, ' as in 'please let me go.'"

Judy said, "Please let me go as in 'You're driving me crazy, ' or 'Please let me go, I hate this.'"

"It sounded like please let me go, I hate this, but her body language said I was driving her crazy with lust. I went from one nipple to the other, and she didn't try to stop me. I also got my fuck fingers up her soupy hole. The bitch is tight, so hubby had to be a worm and she doesn't get friendly with cucumbers. Two was a nice fit, but I squeezed four in without hurting her, then went back to one and she still felt tight. That's good elastic pussy like teenage sluts have."

Gwen said, "And she just sat there and let you examine her elasticity, huh?"

"Yes. She could have prevented that by scooting her chair back and clamping her legs together, but she didn't scoot and they weren't clamped, just closed lightly on my knee. I kept on about her little studs, and she was in a sweat."

Barbara said, "You were home free with this bitch. How did you go away empty handed?"

"I'll get to that. I think I nailed her favorite fantasy square on the head. I was fucking her hard with three fingers while working the shit out of those nipples. Her hands came down and gripped the armrests and her legs drifted out. It was all out there now, and I had her doing the rolling hump on my fucking fingers. I know I'm home free now."

Gwen said, "No shit! What is her fantasy?"

"She wants to be taken advantage of in a helpless position, as in drunk, drugged, powerless, unconscious like in those naps she knew better than to take with a house full of horny boys. She should have worn jeans or at least worn panty hose to my house, but she never did. Her uniform was a dress that buttoned down the front, worn over panties and a bra. They've all seen her bras and panties, and Robby got to peer inside. He described her intimate parts to a 'T', so I know he wasn't bull-shitting, and I know damn well she didn't sleep through that."

Carol said, "I've done that, and I can assure you, she was wide awake. I'll bet her thing is rape fantasies. Am I right?"

"She loves gang bang scenarios, but not gang rape. She needs to be taken forcefully, but not in anger. For her, I think just knowing that her sons had their way with her would be enough. I confronted her with what I knew and suspected. She wouldn't deny my accusations. She eventually admitted to being awake and getting a charge out of knowing that her kids were watching what Robby was doing to her sleeping body. I got her to admit that she fantasized about a situation that went all the way with all of them."

Judy said, "It sounds to me like this project will be a cinch."

"It is, but it'll take work. She was about to give me the details of this gang rape fantasy of hers. Her legs parted as wide as she could get them and she had lifted her cunt and was humping my hand when her ten-year-old barged in. When she saw Greg, she was out of that seat in a flash, but not before he got an eyeful."

Carol excitedly said, "Talk about timing. What did he see, Sandy?"

"Plenty. He got a good shot of her full frontal nudity and my hand up her cunt, and I made sure he saw her bare ass. When she dragged herself off my fingers, I dragged my fingers along her flank, taking the robe with them and giving it a high flip in parting. He got a good shot of her ass, so he saw all she had. The kid came over and just stared as I sniffed and licked my fingers. He got the cutest little boner, so I know what he was thinking."

Gloria said, "Where was Martha?"

"She'd dashed into her bedroom, but she left the door open. I suppose that was to hear what I might say to him. After all, I told her I wanted to screw every one of her boys and planned to seduce them, one by one. She didn't tell me not to, but she sure didn't want to be present when I did. Besides, Greg was her baby. Had it been Bill, she may not have been so quick to get back. We could hear her hurriedly getting decent, and she wasted no time getting back out, flushed face and all. She wanted me outta there, and fast. I got ushered out PDQ, let me tell you."

Carol said, "Oh, shit, just when it was getting good."

"I did stall at the door and got in one more, a doozie. With Greg standing right by her, I said, 'You have a lovely pussy, Martha. Don't be such a prude. With a pussy like that, you should be shooting bare beavers like Daniel Boone. That's how you attract hard dicks. If you want to get screwed, you gotta show those boys your pussy. Do what I do. Let them see what a hot and juicy twat you have between your legs, and you'll start getting screwed. Lose the panties and get you some mini-skirts. Wave that juicy pussy in their faces and they'll slip you some hard cock.'"

Judy laughed and said, "I'll bet she shit."

"She was white as a ghost. The bitch just slumped against the edge of the door and groaned. That's when I took my leave. I sure wish I could have seen what happened when she shut the door and faced Greg. He was grinning ear to ear when I left, a devil grin, so that's what she faced, that and a cute boner. He may be the youngest, but he's the boldest, another Robby in the making. Greg has been Robby's understudy since the day they met. I think that she turned around and faced a little Robby with a hard-on and, thanks to me, he had the courage to make his first move."

Judy said, "So, how are we going to get that woman what she wants, and then get her to do what we want?"

Sandy said, "I've given that a lot of thought since I saw her last, and I think Robby can break her down the rest of the way. Once she tastes the forbidden fruit, blackmail will do the rest. She'll do anything to keep this from her folks."

Judy asked, "So, how can Robby get her? Now that she lives across town, she never sees him."

"She will now. His orders are to go to her place after school and wait for me to pick him up. She knows what a nasty boy he is, and hearing about how he treats me really got her going. I got to her pussy after describing how he came up to me, shoved his hand between my legs, and said, 'Stop teasing me, bitch, and give me some pussy.'"

Judy said, "That got to her, huh? Maybe Greg tried that."

"No, he's too young to pull that off. I discussed this project with Robby. He can get those boys to work with him. He's going to be Brian's best buddy until we nail her. He's over there right now as a matter of fact, and he has a scheme that just might go all the way. I waited at the bus stop and gave him some pointers, so let's keep our fingers crossed. Robby and the other two boys arrived home thirty minutes after Greg, so they might have walked in on a mother fucking. She was that hot. I wouldn't be too surprised."

Judy said, "What is he planning to do, drug her?"

"No, he wants her to be wide awake, and so do I. He thought of getting her into a friendly poker game that he'd turn into strip poker, but I doubted that would work. I suggested Truth or Dare."

Judy said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Yeah, it's a swinger's favorite for breaking the ice with new or reluctant couples. The game sounds innocent enough, but can get wild real quick, especially if you get commitments to see the game through to its conclusion and swear to take every dare or tell the truth when challenged."

Gloria said, "I've played Truth or Dare, and it doesn't work on people that lie or have nothing to confess. It won't work on a woman like Martha."

"Under the rules Robby will lay out it will. She'll select truth when she gets picked, but no matter what she says, they'll all vote that she lied. A majority vote makes a liar. Liars must take a dare from each player. If she agrees to play by those rules, she'll be constantly taking dares. If she fails to take a dare or quits the game, she has to pay each player one hundred dollars. She doesn't have it, and she prides herself on keeping her word."

"Shit! I wish we'd thought of doing it that way. That would work if she agrees to play by those rules and the other players are in cahoots."

"Robby knows how to set the trap, and I coached him on going slow and easy with the dares, building one on the other like foreplay until the victim is ready to do anything. Martha has heard about the game from me, so she knows about the trap, the strategy, and the ultimate, inescapable conclusion--a no-holes-barred gang bang."

Carol said, "Well I would think that plan is out."

"I doubt it. If she falls into the trap, she wants to be trapped and gang banged with no holes barred. Robby knows that she knows, so this should be an interesting evening for our sexy little mommy, soon to be the most notorious whore that ever hit this burg, and if you think her parents aren't going to know every trick she turns, think again. I'm buying a movie camera. I'm tired of those assholes looking down their pious noses at me."

Carol said, "Sandy, you're awful, but I absolutely love it. I know her parents. I knew a family that went to their church, and they know Martha very well. They were surprised when she got married off at thirteen. No one knew why she dropped out of school. I found out from church people. She went on some church mission as a wife."

"There's more to it than that, Carol. Personally, I think she was a victim of sexual abuse. A slut wouldn't turn prude, but an abuse victim would. I think she was sold into sexual slavery and taken on the road to keep a traveling preacher from getting bored. I think she lived her fantasy as a child, and I think she was abused by her parents. They still treat her like a child, and she responds to them as a child would. It's all very strange, but I aim to get to the bottom of this. The movies should do the trick."

Carol said, "This is fantastic. Oh, Sandy, I just got a great idea. Why don't we swing by there on the way home and pop in on them. Our stopping by won't stop the game, will it?"

"By the rules Robby will lay out in advance, nothing stops the game. We could, just to see if the game scheme worked, but we'd inhibit the hell out of her and her boys if we stuck around."

"If we can see we are inhibiting the game, we can always leave. I think our being there might have the opposite effect, especially if we smile a lot and act like we're loving it. We could serve as a catalyst."

"With the boys, yes, but I'm not so sure about Martha. On the other hand, she damn near gave in to me. I felt like I could have pulled her head between my legs, and she'd have gone with the pull. She is one horny and sexually frustrated bitch. Fuck it. I'm game if you are. Anyone else want to go with us?"

Barbara said, "I think two is enough. Let's not rush things. If you go, I think you should just pop in and then leave."

"Maybe you're right. I'm just eager to get this ball rolling. I want her; I want her bad."

Judy said, "Barbara's right. Pop in and then pop out. Let Robby do this on his own. She'll be a big feather in his cap, and he does like his feathers. Anything you do to help will take away and make his feather seem smaller."

"You're right, Judy. I'd love to make Robby her pimp. If we succeed, he should own her luscious ass."

Barbara spoke as the group leader and said, "I think we're all in agreement on that. If he gets her, he keeps her."

"Great! That's what we'll do, pop in and pop out." She glanced to the sleeping dog and said, "I think this party's over. Shall we get to poppin', Carol?"

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Martha was now a group project and Sandra was elected the project leader. She went right to work with a pop-in visit right after their meeting broke up.

[Follow the "Martha Project".]

Other projects were discussed and by the close of their first meeting, Gwen & Gloria, Carol, and Barbara each headed group projects.

The Connely family went to Carol because they were neighbors. Cindy Connely, age 11, the youngest daughter of Sara and Stewart Connely, a local car dealer, were on the iffy list. Sara Connely knew that Carol hired transients and drifters to baby-sit Tiffany and knew Carol spied on them while they molested the girl. Sara didn't approve but didn't put her down for it. Cindy and Tiffany were the same age, in the same class, neighbors, and best friends, so Cindy knew everything Tiffany knew, and the sexual histories revealed that she'd been telling Sara all along. This was news to Carol.

All agreed that Sara had to be getting off on it and would probably go along with setting Cindy up to be molested. Through Cindy, Judy's class learned that Connie, age 16, their oldest daughter and Cindy's big sister, had been raped at the age of twelve, and this rape was never reported though they knew who did it--Stewart's best friend and fishing buddy, Barney.

She got raped again, six months later, again, three months after that, twice the following month, at least once a month for the next six months, and then Stewart and Barney took Connie on a week-long camping/fishing trip that she didn't want to go on, wasn't told about, and had to be hog tied, gagged, wrapped in a blanket, carried out of the house at four in the morning, and dumped in the bed of Barney's pickup truck. They left a note that Connie wanted to go fishing and brought her back a week later, stiff, bruised, ate-up with bug bites, unable to walk, pregnant for her fourteenth birthday.

Happy birthday!

The baby looked exactly like Stewart, so they put it up for adoption. Mark, Cindy's thirteen-year-old brother, fucks Connie daily and has since her fourteenth birthday party. Now, he's getting tired of Connie and starting to notice Cindy.

Carol's plan was simple. The next time Cindy spends the night with Tiffany, hire Barney to baby-sit them and invite Sara over to watch. All she could say would be, thanks, but no thanks, but no one was willing to bet she would. After all, Barney was still hanging around, still raping Connie when it was his turn, and he was getting tired of sharing her well-used twat with Stewart and Mark. The poor girl needed relief in her seventh month of her third pregnancy.

[Sara Connely is a mutt slut from way back, and her story is a bizarre chronicle of her life after marriage. Read about it in "The Sara Connely Story".]

And then there was Billy Krough, age 11, son of Faye and Don Krough, the youngest of five--Jill 18, Frank 17, Harriet 15, Ben 13, and little Billy. There was a good looking, All-American family, and Don Krough was Barbara's plumber who she caught trying to fix her youngest daughter, Cindy's, plumbing by putting his finger in the leak that he caused by tickling her. He was still sweating out the legal action, so it was time she and Bruno popped in on the Kroughs to see what they could work out to keep the bread winner of that large family out of prison.

Barbara's idea was to breed Faye to a few hounds from the pound in front of her family. After Faye got fucked by a few horny dogs, she probably wouldn't object to little Billy having some All-American, wholesome mom pussy since he'd be in charge of the family kennel, seeing to it that all the dogs were kept well bred and smiling. Hey, it's a job, and someone's gotta do it.

Needless to say, the women thought Barbara had a marvelous idea, and since she was willing to let Don plug all the leaks in her daughter with any suitable leak plugger on his body, they didn't see him raising an objection.

[Go with Barbara in the story, "Tabasco Momma".]

Everyone went to work.



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Donna's Day


Donna Williams was on her way out of the house when the phone rang. She set her purse down and picked up: "Hello, Williams residence."

"Donna, this is Larry. You're not going to believe the call I just got from the school."

"Why would they call you? I've been here all day."

"I don't know why, but they did. Listen. You have to get down there right away."

"Oh God, Larry! What happened?"

"They're all right. They were caught fucking--on school grounds."

"Larry, you got a prank phone call."

"I thought so, too, but it was that Gwen, the woman who works in the office. She was very upset. They're thinking of calling in the police. Get down there and calm them down, Donna."

"Larry, are you sure? This can't be."

"Damnit, it can be. I'm positive. This was no joke. The kids are naked, still. They refuse to put clothes on, and what's more, they fuck every chance they get. This is serious, Donna. They're bound to think something fishy is going on at home."

"Oh, my god. I told you we should have moved them to separate rooms when they started puberty. They're going to think we encouraged this behavior."

"We did. That's beside the point. There's no law that says we have to separate opposite sex twins at puberty. We've done nothing wrong, but we don't want snoopy social workers snooping around, do we?"

"Larry, you go. I can't handle this. I wouldn't know what to say, what to do. If they can't control them, how could I?"

"I can't leave the shop. I have appointments booked solid all afternoon. I can't get away. You'll have to do your best. The kids will respond to you. You're the mother. They respect you."

"Yes, but I've never been faced with anything sexual. Suppose they don't respond? Suppose they won't listen to me? God, this is so embarrassing. I mean, what do I say to them?"

"Tell them to stop fucking at school."

"You know what I mean, Larry. I have to say something to them. This calls for a talk. You're the talker."

"Just get them home. If you have to, throw a sheet over them and let them fuck each other's brains out till I get home."

"Damn you, Larry. Are you masturbating?" After a long pause, she said, "Oh, you fucker, you are, aren't you? How could you at a time like this?"

"Donna, reach inside your panties. Tell me if you're wet."

"Larry, no. I don't feel like playing. I have to go."

"What are you wearing?"

"My yellow dress."

"What else?"

"Larry!"

"What else?"

"Bra and panties."

"No pantyhose?"

"No, I was just running to the market. Come on, Larry; I have to go."

"No pantyhose? It must be windy out today. No, if it were windy, you wouldn't be wearing panties. I guess it's breezy."

"Larry, don't start this shit--not now."

"Just humor me. Reach inside your panties and feel your pussy. It should be easy if that's all you're wearing. Describe the state of your cunt to me before you go."

"Please, Larry."

"Please, Donna!"

"Oh, all right. Wait a sec... It's wet. Can I go now?"

"You know what I want."

"Jesus... my cunt is so slimy and juicy. My clit is throbbing in my fingers. I'm so fucking hot. I want to show a stranger my naked cunt and let him fuck me. I want a big cock, a black cock... I can't, Larry. You're on your own. Bye."

Donna extracted her slimy hand, then went for a paper towel, talking to herself, saying, "Damn him, anyway, and damn you, you stupid bitch. That's all you need is to go into an elementary school reeking of pussy."

She ripped off a paper towel and began wiping her fingers, still talking to herself, playing only her part of an imaginary conversation:

"Hi, I'm Donna Williams. Oh, sorry about the sticky fingers. We've waited so long to see those two fucking. I'm so excited. How on earth did you get through to them. We've tried everything short of having them sleep one atop the other in the nude."

Donna tossed the wasted paper in the trash, grabbed her purse, and headed out the door, saying, "You dumb cunt."

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Meanwhile, back in the aid room, the four separated in expectation of a parent's arrival. Gloria took charge and said, "All right, you two, start fucking, but just stay coupled and keep an erection going. Tabatha, you lie on your back with your twat aimed at the door, and keep those legs wide apart unless someone tries to pull you two apart. When that happens, you use your legs to cling to him.

"Bobby, you get over her and fuck her hard and fast when your mother or father gets here. You cling to her if we try to break you up, otherwise stay up on your hands and knees so your body doesn't block our view of Tabatha. Give us a good view of your dick moving in her pussy. You are determined to finish, and so is she. Got that?"

The kids quickly maneuvered into position and both nodded their understanding as Bobby sank his dick in his sister's pussy for the first time. He swooned and said, "Wow, this is great. I won't have to act."

Tabatha said, "Me neither. I like this a lot. It didn't hurt one bit, and he's all the way in."

Gwen said, "Jesus, but that's a sight."

Gloria said, "I'll say. All right, kids, slow it down. When we admit anyone, you start doing some serious fucking, and remember, don't pay attention to any adult. If you physically get forced apart, fine, come to your senses, but we're going to try to let you finish. We'll see how it goes. If you can't be controlled, we're going to wrap you two in a blanket and carry you to the car. What happens after that is between you and your folks, but I suggest you be as difficult at home as you are here. That is the point of this drill. Remember that."

Turning to Gwen, she said, "I know you'd like to stay, but you need to be out there ready to meet the parent or parents. If you have the mom, knock once; the dad, knock twice; both, knock three times."

"What difference does it make? It's the same show for all, right?"

"I just want to know, because I'm putting on my sexy nurse costume with a lab coat over it. If it's just the mother, I'm shucking the smock. If it's just the father, I'll wear it unbuttoned. If it's both, I'll leave it buttoned. Wait for me to admit you."

"Oh, God, not the costume. No bra, no panties?"

"Nothing except the high heels."

"Oh, Fuck! She'll shit. If she sees you in that obscene costume, she'll know we set this up."

"That's right. That's the point. I know her type. I can make a woman like that piss herself, especially if I'm wearing that outfit. It turns me into Wonder Woman."

"Don't I know it. I'm about to piss my panties. I'd better go. God, I'm so nervous. I should warn you, Dick said keep this under control. He won't like this plan, not the way it is now."

"You have nothing to do with it. If Dickie boy has a problem, send him to see me. I'll turn him over my knee and spank him, and he knows it."

"Oh, lord! What have I started?" Gwen eased out and went to sit at her desk, sweating bullets. Five minutes later, Donna entered the office and approached the counter. Gwen stood to admit her, saying, "Thank God you're here. Where's your husband?"

"He can't make it. He's booked solid. What's going on, Gwen? Is it true?"

"Yes, it's true. They're in there, and they're still naked. The last time I looked, they were copulating. The nurse has given up trying to stop them."

"Oh, my lord! What's gotten into those two? They aren't like this at home. I swear they're not. Nothing like this has ever happened at home, honestly, they're perfect angels at home."

"Sometimes these repressed sexual drives just explode over them. With opposite sex twins, living together, going through puberty together, this happens more often than you might think. Weren't you two ever warned to expect this?"

"No, never. We had no idea. This comes as a complete shock to us."

Gwen led Donna to the aid room door and rapped once, then waited. Donna said, "I am so nervous. What do I do if they're having sex?"

"I think you should let the nurse handle everything. She's a real pro."

"Yes, of course. That's what I'll do. I want her to handle everything. Can you let her know?"

"It's not necessary. She's a take-charge type."

The door opened just enough to admit the bodies. Donna squeezed in, then Gwen followed. The first sight that greeted Donna was the splayed crotch of her daughter being pounded by the cock and hanging balls of her son. The shot looked posed; it was that obscene and graphic. Donna saw all there was to see and there was no mistaking the fact that the kids were copulating.

Gloria stepped out from behind the door as it closed, giving Donna her next shock. The voluptuous Amazon wore a nurse's costume right off a burlesque wardrobe rack, only it looked three sizes too small and the top wouldn't button at the top. Her huge udders were scrunched together and the top crests of each nipple showed in the wide opening.

The wrap-around skirt was simply a band of white material across her hips, well below the navel and stopped short of hiding her shaved pubic lips. With the silly nurse's hat with a big red cross on the front, the woman looked ridiculous in addition to looking obscene. Florence Nightingale, she wasn't.

Donna's mind raced to put her world in order as the buxom nurse placed a heavy arm across her shoulder, saying, "We have a problem."

It took a second to get her voice, but Donna finally managed to say, "Yes, so it seems."

"They've been at it for almost an hour. This can't go on much longer. I say we wait it out."

Her mind a blur, all she could think to say was, "Whatever you think is best."

The big woman dropped her arm off the shoulder and reached around Donna's back to come up under the right arm. The big woman then snugged Donna closer. Donna felt herself squeezed against the pillowy right breast to her left at the same time her own right breast fell into the clutches of a rudely groping hand, a hand that felt male on a woman that felt excessively female.

Donna had never been so rudely groped in her life by any man, and to get that treatment from a woman threw her senses out of whack. The idea of pushing away or showing any resistance never entered her mind, though no man could have gotten away with doing the same thing. She had no defensive strategy for a female masher, and there was no doubt she was being mashed by a female. This was, in fact, her first intimate contact with any female. The hand was now feeling for the nipple, found it, and began a hard pinching roll that made Donna fight back a wince. The nipple treatment hurt, but it was a good hurt to a woman that enjoyed rough tittie treatment. Gloria did it just right.

Gloria felt the stiffness go out of the woman as her nipple got the treatment. When she was certain Donna wouldn't resist, she pulled Donna's face her way and engaged her in a passionate French kiss. Donna melted into that kiss. Before it ended, Gloria held her up.

After breaking the long kiss, Gloria edged them toward the table. The kids were fucking along the long axis with their asses near the end by the door. Bobby's feet were at each corner, and he was over his sister, held up on straight arms.

Tabatha had her feet planted on the table's edges outside her brother's knees with her knees bowed wide to the sides and laid flat. Her brother hunched in humps like a dog, but it was Tabatha that did most of the fucking by humping back with her ass held six inches off the linen of the table.

This is the scene Donna's face was forced into as her body got carried forward, then doubled over as the table's edge cut into her abdomen. She'd left her arms dangling uselessly at her sides, so they were no help.

Donna was so close that her son's wet balls swung and hit her in the nose on the out-stroke. As if this weren't unnerving enough, her nose filled with the heady scent of sex as someone reached under her dress and dragged her panties down her legs.

She'd forgotten that they weren't alone. Gwen's image popped into her head. With this realization, she lifted each foot to facilitate the removal of her panties. She also stepped out in response to the gentle tap of fingers to the inside of her calves. She continued moving her feet apart as long as the taps continued.

Stepping out so wide lowered her upper body to lie flat on the table top. Donna panted as feminine hands slid up her legs to her bare ass and pried the cheeks apart. She next felt a feminine face press inside those cheeks and a tongue come slithering out to snake all through her wet privates, taking her breath away. She'd never felt anything like it. She'd been eaten before, but not often, and never like this.

Gwen's tongue was everywhere at once and felt eight inches long when it went shooting up her cunt or forced its way into her asshole. Donna had never had so much as a finger up her asshole. The long tongue snaking up her colon made her eyes go cross.

Gloria felt every response in Donna's body. At first, when her panties came down, she went stiff as a board. She relaxed quickly. She went stiff as a board again at the first vaginal contact. She relaxed more gradually that time. When the tongue snaked up her ass, she went stiff as a rail, but relaxed much faster and more thoroughly, going limp as a wash rag. Had her upper body not been lying on the table, she would have melted to the floor.

When Donna felt as limp as a rag doll and did nothing to avoid her son's balls that were now in almost constant contact with her face, Gloria released her grip on the tit knowing Donna wouldn't budge. She was right.

With her freed right hand, Gloria hoisted Donna's dress onto her back, baring her from the waist down. The hand that hoisted the dress slid down the ass crack, paused to tease her delighted sphincter, then went on down to delve inside her slimy pussy hole, there to gather lubricants before returning to the delighted sphincter, there to rudely enter with two fingers to the palm as the mouth fastened on her clit and sucked.

The hand that had been so rude to her nipple was now just as rude to her asshole, gripping her like a bowling ball. The face, lips, mouth, and tongue going over her pussy was compensation enough to overlook the rudeness. The life of a bowling ball wasn't half bad, she mused.

Donna was panting puffs of warm moist air into the loins of her copulating offspring. Whether they knew whose warm moist air that was or not, they liked it and scooted toward it. Gloria raised Bobby's nut sack out of the way and said, "Your son ejaculated in your daughter once, we're pretty sure of that. If you'll look at the drainage seeping out around your daughter's vagina, I think you'll recognize that as a seminal discharge. Would you agree with that assessment?"

Donna couldn't say she didn't see it. Her nose was in it. She could smell the semen, but offered no opinion. This prompted Gloria to say, "Taste it and tell me what you think."

Donna was stunned as much by the suggestion as by her children's reaction to it. They now knew who was puffing in the beaver, and were hanging on every word. At the suggestion, Tabatha's ass came up, her legs yawned wider, and Bobby lifted so only the head remained lodged. They presented the area in question in anticipation of the lick.

When no lick was forthcoming, Gloria gripped Donna's sphincter and firmly commanded, "Taste it and tell me what you think!"

Donna's tongue responded to sphincter commands. She sampled the spermy discharge with a tentative tongue tip and said, "It tastes like sperm."

With no voice command, only a sphincter command, Donna tasted more. More wasn't enough. This time, she started lower, pressing her tongue inside the cheeks of Tabatha's ass, receiving instant assistance when Tabatha sent her hands under and pulled her cheeks apart, exposing all the area between her cheeks to her mother's tongue.

Donna took the hint and lapped at the gooey wetness therein, running her tongue over every square centimeter of the area between the cheeks of her daughter's ass. She licked from her daughter's tail bone to her plugged cunt hole, probing the pink-puckered rosebud of her anus with a stiff tongue en route.

On impulse, she sent her tongue in as deeply as she could, giving her daughter a thrill it took Donna thirty-two years to realize. She then began working her way up to the pussy. There, she laved the entire area, straining to get around the dick to the clit. The kids made room for the head trying to work in their crotches. Donna side-licked her daughter's clit for several minutes, then began licking the shaft of her son's cock, licking from the buried head on up to his balls.

After licking the balls clean, she sucked both into her mouth and rode with them on a stepped-up fuck that had her nose in his ass as her head bobbed up and down. It was a rough ride, so she relinquished his balls as she sought out his asshole with her tongue. Bobby stopped fucking and collapsed over his sister with a guttural moan as he received the unique thrill.

After making his day, she licked her way back down the shaft to Tabatha's pussy. Once there, she tried to wedge her tongue in alongside the cock. There was no more cum to lick if she couldn't get at what was inside. Sphincter commands demanded she keep trying.

That she was trying to get at the rest was obvious to everyone watching, and everyone was watching. Gwen, after delivering two powerful orgasms, placed Donna's hands in her own crotch, and came topside to take a viewing position on the opposite side from Gloria. The kids gazed on the scene by looking down the tunnel of their bodies. They could plainly see their mother's wet face as she licked at their joined genitals with uninhibited abandon.

The kids exchanged whispers, then Bobby's cock went all the way in and emerged with a fresh coating of fuck slime. He held the head at the hole as his mother cleaned his dick. She even cleaned the tip, but had to slide her tongue inside the slit to get to it. When his dick was clean, he fucked it up again.

Donna put on quite a show of servile fuck sucking. The kids did not tire of their obscene game. Bobby eventually pulled his dick out and clear of the hole to let his famished mother at the source. He rolled to his side so they could all get a better look at a mother eating her daughter.

Donna's tongue attacked the sloppy hole, went deep inside, and swabbed the interior walls as Tabatha presented a good spread and held steady for the intimate service. She got help when Gloria and Gwen each took a leg and made a wish.

The excited kids watched their mother work with total abandon, though she knew they were watching, and made frequent eye contact with both while trying to get her tongue as deep inside Tabatha's cunt as she could. Tabatha assisted by reaching down and pulling her cunt lips apart, saying, "Is that better, Mom?"

Donna nodded, but kept licking. After watching this for five minutes, Tabatha urged Bobby back over her then pushed Bobby's cock back so that it aimed at her mother's mouth. Donna abandoned the pussy as Tabatha's ass settled to the table. She engulfed her son's cock, sucking as much as she could into her mouth in the awkward position, nursing at his cock like a thirsty calf on a cow's hanging teat.

Tabatha watched the passionate sucking for several minutes, then responded to Gloria's secret signal to talk to her mother. She said, "Don't suck him off, Mom. Just keep him hard for me while we take a fuck break."

Tabatha looked to Gloria to see if she did good and received a big smile and the signal to do more. Donna had slowed her sucking to a gentle, nursing suck on the head. Bobby's cock strained under the backward pull. With just the head in her mouth, Donna had to apply strong suction and hold on tight or his dick would spring out and slap his belly.

The sight was an amusing one and Tabatha said, "Yeah, that's better. That'll keep him nice and hard. I want to finish our fuck. I want him to cum in my pussy again. You don't mind sucking Bobby's cum out of my pussy, do you, Mom?"

A sphincter command told her a nod wouldn't do, so Donna took her mouth off the dick to say, "No, I don't mind. I prefer it that way." The dick popped out, swished through the air, and slapped his belly. Tabatha laughed and pushed it back. Donna got the dick back in her mouth.

At the sign to keep talking, Tabatha said, "That's great, because the only part of fucking I don't like is the mess. If you'll take care of all the messes, it'll be great. Will you do that for me, Mommy?"

Donna didn't need the signal. She knew she was involved in a conversation and said, [Pop-swish-smack] "No, I don't mind."

Tabatha giggled and pushed the dick back, saying, "Will you promise?"

[Pop-swish-smack] "Yes, I promise."

Tabatha waited until her mom had a good lip-lock on the dick, then said, "Great. I'll do the same for you after Bobby fucks you." [Pop-swish-smack]

Donna had nothing to say to that, so Tabatha presented her with the dick once again. Donna engulfed it, moaned, and sucked more dick than she should as a silent acceptance. Tabatha then said, "I want to fuck Daddy, too. Will you clean me after he fucks me?" [POP-SWISH-SMACK]

Bobby cried, "Ow, that hurt!"

Panting now, Donna said, "Yes, sweetheart! I'll clean your pussy real good after your daddy fucks you... Sorry, Bobby!"

Tabatha said, "Great, then I'll clean you after daddy fucks you. We'll share them both, then we'll clean each other, okay?"

[Pop-swish-smack] "Okay."

"Make it a promise."

[Pop-swish-smack] "It's a promise."

"Put his cock back in me. I'm ready to finish."

Bobby said, "It's about fucking time. I sure wish my dick wasn't numb. I don't think I can take another fuck break."

Donna wasn't laughing with the others. She brought her trembling left hand up, took hold of Bobby's numb dick, and guided it to the hole. She watched it sink in before strong hands pulled her upright. Those same hands removed her dress and bra, then picked her up in strong arms and carried her to a cot that was parallel to the exam table. The kids watched Gloria take a seat on the cot and watched her place their naked mother on her lap as she would an infant.

Gloria cradled Donna in the crook of her right arm, hauled out the right breast, put the teat in Donna's mouth, then took Donna's left hand and pressed it between her legs. Donna's fingers became animated at the first contact with the bizarre woman's vagina. It was the largest, wettest pussy she'd ever felt, though her own was the only one she'd ever felt. While sucking on the huge nipple like a big baby, her fingers toyed with the wet vaginal flesh, which was hidden from her children's view by her own body.

After a minute of this, Gloria brought the messy hand up and wiped it on the right breast and nipple, painting it with cunt slime. She then fed the slimy tit to Donna and placed Donna's hand back between her legs.

Gwen had replaced Donna at the kids' crotches and was doing a great job of mess control until she saw what Gloria was doing with Donna. The kids, slowing down their fuck, tipped her off. The kids watched with avid interest as their mother surrendered to the lewdly offered tit and began sucking and licking the slimy pap. Gloria tormented their mother's arching nipples, twisting them, pulling on them, flicking them with a finger, pinching hard, and generally abusing the hell out of them while Donna threw her chest out to receive the abuse.

Gloria repositioned the aroused mother on her right thigh so that both crotches faced the copulating twins. Donna's legs fell open to either side of Gloria's meaty thigh, revealing the full plane of her blond crotch to her interested children. This new position also exposed Gloria's crotch and Donna's hand, which was busy gathering the slimy wetness.

Donna sat facing the kids with her head turned hard to the left to suck the tit. Her eyes never left her children as she watched them staring at her beaver and at her hand working in Gloria's beaver. Far from inhibiting her, the keen, interested eyes of her children drove her to greater acts of shameless debauchery.

When Gloria took hold of Donna's right hand and placed that hand in Donna's crotch. Donna didn't hesitate to put the hand to work. She masturbated, but with the intent of showing her most intimate secrets in the process, giving the children peeks at the hidden area between her cunt lips. She gave her kids the guided tour through the cunt she promised Bobby he could fuck, and the cunt Tabatha promised to clean with her mouth and tongue.

Though she knew she was riding an intoxicating sexual high, one that would wear off, she intended to honor those promises regardless. Her shameless exhibition was, in a way, to seal those pledges. She re-affirmed her promises by making eye contact frequently, especially while licking her fingers and hand after wiping the slime on the tit, wallowing in the depravity of serving as a dyke's sex toy for the amusement of her kids, who were quite amused by what they saw.

Gwen had gone to Gloria's desk to retrieve a Polaroid instant camera, which she loaded and readied with a flash bar. When Donna saw Gwen approach with the camera, she tensed. Gloria took note of this reaction and said, "Don't take any shots of the kids, and keep my face out of the frames."

Gwen came closer, looking through the view finder, focused on Donna, saying, "I just want to get some good shots of Donna." On seeing Donna's startled reaction, she brought the camera down and explained, "These are just for the private viewing of a few close friends. I doubt that any will know who you are. You have such a lovely body. They'll be most appreciative, and I'm just looking for some sexy cheesecake, nothing vulgar. Do you mind?"

Donna was about to say, "Hell, yes, I mind!"

Gloria cut her response off before she got the first sound out, saying, "Gwen, when will you ever learn? Haven't you learned anything in twelve years?"

Gwen looked at her friend as if to say, "What the hell are you talking about? What the hell did you ever teach me?"

Donna didn't pay attention to the look Gwen gave Gloria. She was looking at Gloria while sucking on her tit. Gloria went on, "Can't you see she's doing all she can to please us without being asked or told what to do. When you ask, you steal from her the chance to anticipate what you want, and the opportunity to give that freely before being told or asked. A woman like Donna lives for those opportunities."

"Of course. How silly of me."

"There's no need to ask Donna for anything, and you certainly don't need to pressure her. Just tell her what you want, or hint at what you want. It's like when I suggested she taste the discharge seeping from her daughter's pussy. She did that, but understood what I was really after and gave me that, too. She ate her daughter's cunt just to please me, and sucked her son's cock to please her daughter--her son, too, I suppose. The woman is a compulsive pleaser, and she's in the mood to please, so don't spoil her mood."

Donna sucked hard on the nipple in response to Gloria's provocative analysis--an analysis that was dead on. She also fucked herself energetically on three fingers as Gwen, once again, readied the camera. Gwen said, "All right, Donna. Here's an opportunity to anticipate what I'm really after and give it freely. You know what I'm really after, don't you?"

Donna released the nipple from her mouth and said, "Yes. You want porno shots of me to show to your friends."

"There you go. Let's get some good old, hot and horny porno shots. Fuck the tame cheesecake. Offer your tits to the camera, and put a smile around that nipple you're sucking on. That's it, girl. Put the nipple in your teeth and show those pearly whites. Beautiful! [Flash]

When the twins saw their mother posing for the camera, they stopped screwing and sat up, side-by-side, on the exam table to watch. Gwen said, "Now, put some shiny on those nipples of yours. Rub some cunt juice on them. Better yet, fuck porno, let's get down and dirty raunchy. Ooops! Damn! There I went and spoiled another opportunity for you."

Donna said, "That's okay. I knew that's what you really wanted. I was going to give it to you. Just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything you say, no matter how raunchy. That's a promise, and I always keep my promises."

"Good. Why don't you climb down and tit-fuck Gloria. Get those titties of yours covered in slit slime. I can get a good shot of that."

Donna, like an automaton, slid off Gloria's lap, then got on her knees between Gloria's legs as the big Amazon drew her feet up to the cot and made an obscene spread by pressing her knees flat to the canvas. The kids hopped down to hover over the scene as Gwen readied the shot looking down on the spread, saying, "Okay feed your right tit into the hole. Stuff it in."

Donna was aware of her kids who were now looking down over her shoulder, but was more aware of the cunt before her. She'd never imagined such a maw. Donna didn't know pussies came in that size. Everything between Gloria's legs was XXX-Large. The hole looked big enough to take her fist, and the clit was almost as big as her fist. She had inner labia lips like long, thick slices of liver. With the massive cunt lips shaved bald, looking like two peeled bananas, the area between Gloria's legs looked like a melting banana split made with pink ice cream smothered in a thick syrup.

Feeling stupid for going along, terribly embarrassed, but powerless to deny the compulsion to please--not just Gloria but everyone else--Donna squeezed her tit into distention and aimed at the opening as she leaned in. Her long nipple went in easily, as did the inch of tittie flesh behind the nipple. Half of her tit was inside the hole, but the remainder was smothered in pussy flesh and looked like it was inside. Donna never felt or saw anything quite so bizarre. She had her tit in one hot and creamy banana split.

Gwen had never seen anything quite so bizarre either and said, "Oh, this is terrific, but it could be raunchier."

Donna looked up and said, "Raunchier? How could it be any raunchier? I'm tit-fucking a woman."

"Well, I want your face in every picture. The pictures are more effective if there's a familiar face to go with the body part or action being featured. Like I said, most of the people who will see these won't know you by name, but they'll have seen you around town, or they'll be seeing you around town. You'll become somewhat of a celebrity in this small circle of say, a hundred or so. That's why I want you to always get your smiling face in the frame no matter what pose you're in. In this case, your pretty face covered in pussy juice would make the shot much raunchier. Don't you agree?"

Donna had to agree. There was no denying it. A face slimy with vaginal secretions would certainly make the pictures raunchier. Donna should have run screaming from the room after hearing Gwen's speech. The speech was clearly aimed at testing her resolve, playing on the very fears that made her draw back when she first saw the camera appear.

Donna had no intention of giving Gwen the satisfaction of seeing her resolve crumble. At that point, Donna didn't care if the pictures were to go into the family album at Great Grandmother Williams' house. Gwen could be shooting for a spread in Hustler, and Donna would not have balked. When Gwen asked if Donna agreed, Donna said, "I suppose you're right."

Gwen said, "Let's do the face-fucking shot first. Take your tit out and put you face in. Tabatha, why don't you hold your mother's hair back out of the way. Your mother needs to get her whole face wet in Gloria's pussy, and we don't want hair in the way of the shot."

Donna eased her tit out and got down on her hands and knees to line her face up with the beaver. Tabatha straddled her mother's back as though to take a horsy ride. She grabbed handfuls of hair and pinned those handfuls to the side of her mother's head. When she settled to her mother's back, Donna felt the moist warmth of her daughter's pussy pressed to the center of her bare back.

With Gloria set, Gwen set, Tabatha set, and Bobby hanging over her shoulder, reaching under her body to maul her hanging tits, Donna moved in and pressed her face in the catcher's mitt of Gloria's beaver. Cunt flesh flowed over her features. She wallowed in cunt flesh, holding her breath as she turned her face in every direction, wetting every bit of dry skin. Gwen said, "Let's have a look."

Donna raised her head and smiled into the camera, even though her right nipple was being cruelly tortured by Bobby's nails. She held the smile but no flash followed. Gwen said, "Looks great. Gloria, how about pulling yourself open, and Donna, why don't you get lower, tilt your head back, and do some cunt sucking. I want one good cunt-sucking shot, but I also want as much of your face in the shot as I can get. I'll watch through the view finder to see what looks best."

Donna watched the cunt fan open before her eyes as Gloria's fingers went into action, and her son assaulted the left nipple.

The bright, shiny, pink spread that opened before her eyes could not have been covered by the average saucer plate. Donna dipped lower and tilted her head back. She found herself looking into Tabatha's smiling face as she leaned forward for a better look.

This was a bit unnerving, but Donna did not let that stop her. She brought her eyes down and focused on all there was before her to lick and suck as the camera hovered over the scene from a foot away. She took directions from her excited daughter, and sucked what she was told to suck, or stuck her tongue where told to stick it.

Donna did everything she could think of to give them the shot they were after, but no flash came. It suddenly dawned on her that the shot was just an excuse to have her suck off Gloria. With that realization, she set about sucking off Gloria and put the camera and the kids out of her mind.

There was one kid she could not put out of her mind, the one who was now playing with her pussy and fingering her asshole. When she felt the blunt, rubbery tip of a penis massaging the area inside her slit, Donna wanted to scream. When the dick slid in, she did scream, "OH, GOD! MY SON IS FUCKING ME!"

Gwen calmly said, "Good, we need a fucked pussy for the beaver shots. Bobby, cum in your mother's pussy. I'm sure she won't mind. You don't mind, do you, dear?"

"No, not at all."

She sucked off Gloria, and rode out the bucking orgasm while holding in a mouthful of clit flesh. [Flash] She then rode out Bobby's orgasm and told the others she was getting her seminal douche.

"Perfect, now get your face good and wet again, and let's do the tit-fuck shot."

Donna now had a super slimy pussy with which to get her face good and slimy. She had another super slimy pussy between her own legs. In fact, after that scene, slimy pussies were pretty much the norm. Hard dicks, however, were scarce.

Gloria was big even in the cum department. When Donna got back up on her knees, her face dripped cunt honey. Her tit swam in cunt honey when she pressed it to the hole, and Tabatha slid on a cunt slick to the base of her mother's spine. Gwen said, "Smile! [Flash] Fantastic! What a shot! Now wet the other tit."

Donna wet her other tit, then assumed a pose sitting back on her heels, her chest out. Tabatha took the opportunity to flick the nipples. Gwen said, "Try to lick your right nipple. Pull your tit up; stick your tongue way out. That's it. Lick that slimy tittie. I know it's slippery, but try to hold on. Try to get your tongue on the nipple. Beautiful! Hold. [Flash] Great, now, let's get some good and raunchy beaver shots."

Donna got to her feet but waited for instructions. Gwen said, "I want you to select the poses for the beaver shots. I have six pictures left to take, so you have six poses to present your beaver in. I don't want artsie fartsie, sensual or erotic crap. Remember, we're looking for raunchy. The people these are for yawn at the slick beaver mags, so you really need to put some thought and effort in these six. I suggest you think acrobatic. You look limber and in good shape."

Donna did not care to incriminate herself this way. Putting the onus on her back added insult to injury. Still, her compulsion to please made her think, and the first pose that sprang to mind was a doozie. She hopped up on the exam table, brought her feet up, grabbed the toes, then reclined while straightening her legs and making a wide "V".

Gwen stepped into the "V" with Tabatha and Bobby on either side of her. Donna felt vulgar holding the obscene pose with Bobby and Tabatha staring directly between her legs, but Gwen was in no hurry, fidgeting with the camera, checking the viewfinder, fidgeting more, checking more, then finally saying, "No, this one's been done to death. To be raunchy enough, we need the cunt wide open, pulled open. I want a good shot of your spermy fuck hole, maybe one with a big glob of your son's cum leaking out."

Donna groaned as Gloria said, "Have the kids stand to each side and reach in to part the lips. That'll make an effective shot just having those little hands in it. We can explain whose hands those are after we explain whose cum that is."

Donna looked apprehensive, but bit her lip as Tabatha and Bobby eagerly joined the shot. Each reached in from opposite sides, laid small fingers along her labia lips and pulled. Donna's head fell to the table top as her cunt sucked air, then burped semen. Her heart beat at a thousand beats per minute, or so it seemed. She panted as Gwen readied the shot and said, "I need to see your smiling face, Donna."

Donna's face came up but not smiling. There was too much anxiety to smile through, and too much raunchy to overcome. Gwen took the picture and said, "Okay, Mommy, let's do another."

Donna collapsed in frustration, then sat up, saying, "Why don't you just direct me, Gwen? I've never done this before. I don't know what you want, and I've never seen a beaver slick magazine. I don't know what's been done to death."

Gwen thought. "Hummm, well, roll to your side. Now send that top leg straight up, pointed at the ceiling. Pull back on the leg. That's it, girl. Now, bring your other hand down and play with your pussy. Yeah, that's it. Play with that spermy pussy of yours."

Gwen moved closer as Donna followed every instruction. The kids also moved closer. Gwen was stalling again, keeping her in that humiliating position, but this time Donna was playing with herself.

Tabatha leaned on the table, then ran her fingers over the beaver Donna played with and Gwen pretended to focus on for a shot. Donna also felt small hands rubbing over her ass, closing in on her asshole. No one said anything about the kids being in the way. Gloria overlooked the scene.

Tabatha finally broke the silence as she rested her chin on her palm, just inches from the beaver. She toyed casually with parts Donna wasn't playing with and said, "Mom, aren't you the least bit concerned with who might see these pictures of you playing with your pussy?"

Donna looked to Gloria and saw Gloria shaking her head. This was all Donna needed to see to say, "No. I'm sure it's no one we know."

"Yeah, but they will know you. You'll be famous, at least to everyone that sees them. They'll tell their friends. Pretty soon, everyone will know."

Gloria read real concern in Tabatha's words and made the cut sign. Donna and Gwen caught the sign, but Bobby was too interested in getting his finger up his mother's asshole. Donna winced as he managed, then said, "Perhaps you're right, Tabatha. Gloria, can we end this?"

"Sure. If you'd like, you can have the pictures Gwen took."

"I'd like that very much."

Donna let her leg down. The finger came out of her ass. She sat up with Tabatha's help, then hopped down. Gwen cried pleadingly, "I want these pictures." She then clutched them possessively to her chest and whined, "Pleeeeease!"

Gloria took the pictures from Gwen and handed them to Donna, saying, "They're yours. They would have gone to a very select group that values privacy, and they never would have gotten beyond that small circle, but they're yours. I just wanted you to know."

Donna was touched. She looked through the pictures, then handed them to Gwen, saying, "I trust you. I don't want them, and they are too good to waste."

Gwen took them and said, "Thanks. Gloria's right. We're talking ten people, tops, and six of those are out-of-state. They'll never see the light. You have my word. That story I told was a tease."

"I suspected, but I wasn't sure. I guess I can get dressed now."

Tabatha said, "Wait, Mom. She still has four more pictures she wants to take. She needs a good one of your ass."

"Oh, so now you want to show me off, is that it?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Because, I'm no longer in the mood, that's why not."

Gwen softly urged, "I sure could use one of your ass, Donna. Just one. Please? Pretty please?"

Donna sighed and said, "Oh, what the hell. Why not? How do you want me?"

"Just bend over the exam table and stick out that gorgeous ass."

Donna did as she was told and assumed a sexy pose with her ass offered to the camera. She peered back along her side and said, "I suppose you want my smiling face in this one, too?"

"Of course, but mostly, I want to see your asshole."

Tabatha and Bobby were quick to hop-to and did for her ass what they'd done for her pussy. As her cheeks were being pulled apart, Donna groaned, "Oh, God, this is insufferable. What a difference mood makes. Please hurry, Gwen."

"Just relax. I need the right angle. You look great, Donna. Did anyone ever tell you what a cute little butt hole you have?"

"Gwen! Just take the damn picture, will ya?"

"You know, Donna, this is the best shot of your pussy so far."

"Christ, Gwen! Please get on with it."

"I'm serious. It's all out there in the open, and now your son's sperm is dripping off your clit."

"God damnit, Gwen."

"What a clit, too. You look terribly aroused, a real juicy Lucy."

"Damn you, Gwen! Take the shot or I'm getting up. I mean it!"

"Oh, all right. Smile big like a happy slut. Oh, that's beautiful!" [Flash]

Donna shot up immediately after the flash and struggled free of the little hands and the little male finger that found its way up her ass. Gwen laughed and said, "That was more teasing. Sometimes, I hate myself."

"You're rotten, Gwen."

"I know. I'm going to take these last three while you get dressed."

"Knock yourself out, but I'm through posing. Give you an inch, you take a mile."

Gloria picked up the dress and handed it to Donna, saying, "You're a good sport, Donna. This was a once in a lifetime experience for us. You made it so." She ended that statement with a long French kiss, a passionate kiss that Donna melted into. [Flash]

Donna blushed as they parted, then started to slip the dress on, but stopped when Gwen pouted, "Don't I get a kiss?"

Donna smiled, tossed the dress, and said, "Of course you do."

Donna moved into the out-stretched arms, but was unexpectedly halted by Gwen's right hand suddenly blocking her at the forehead. There was no mistaking the downward pressure. Donna slowly sank to her knees. Gwen raised her skirt high, spread her feet wide and handed the camera to Tabatha, saying, "I'd like a good one of your mother sucking my cunt."

Donna stared at the hairy beaver for a few seconds while Tabatha readied the shot. She then went forward and took the clit in her mouth. Tabatha, from inches away, said, "Turn your face this way, Mom. Pull her pussy lips open and stick your tongue way up her hole. Yeah, that's it. Now smile like you love eating pussy. Yeah, that's it!" [Flash]

Donna remained in place after Gwen grabbed her head and moved the mouth over her clit. She got her face fucked and gradually lent herself to that purpose, even sucking hard on the clit to bring on the orgasm she felt she owed Gwen. She rode out a wild climax, gave the gash a deep French kiss and several long laps to gather the rich spend she'd brought down. She cleaned the entire area between Gwen's legs, even the inner thighs, then planted a few kisses and got up. She looked to Gwen and said, "Two miles."

Gwen just grinned. Donna slipped the dress on, forgoing the bra and panties. Tabatha dressed. Bobby dressed. When they were all dressed, Donna said, "Do you mind if I ask whose idea this was? I'm not angry, I'd just like to know."

Gwen said, "The fact is, your kids were caught fucking, brought here, and things just evolved from there. When I placed the call to your husband, I was serious. Your kids are sexually active, and you still have a problem. You'd better get it straightened out before they return to school. We might not be able to run interference the next time."

Donna looked to the twins and said, "We have a great deal to talk about then." To Gloria and Gwen, she said, "I can't thank you enough for covering this up. I don't blame you two for what happened. I think we all just got carried away. You gave me an experience I'll never forget. I can honestly say, I'll never regret having gone through it, but I hope I never go through it again."

Gloria said, "That's what men say about combat. It wasn't that bad, was it?"

"I don't know. I've never been in combat. From what I've heard, if you live through it, it's pretty exciting. Well, we'd better be going. We'll get something ironed out."

Gloria said, "Stick to your agreement, and I think your problem will be solved."

Tabatha said, "She's right, Mom. If you'll stick to your promises, we'll be perfect little angels in school." To make her point, Tabatha raised the front of her mother's dress and grabbed her by the cunt. [Flash]

Donna yanked her skirt down, then combed her fingers through Tabatha's hair, ruffled Bobby's hair, and said, "I need to think this through. I need to talk things over with your father. I need time to digest what happened. After that, we'll see. I think I can live with the promises I made, but let's wait and see what your father says. I can almost guarantee he'll force me to live up to my promises once he hears what they were. Come on, kids. Gloria, Gwen, thanks. I'll be seeing you later, I'm sure."

Gloria said, "We combat vets love to gather for reunions."

As they walked out, Bobby lifted his mother's dress high to the middle of her back. She quickly looked back and smiled. [Flash]

The camera spit out the exposed picture, and Gwen said, "Hummm, I guess I had five left. Lucky me."

As the trio left the office, Gloria said, "Donna was keeping count, obviously."



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The Martha Project


With Greg standing behind his mother at the door of their apartment, Sandra said in parting, "You have a lovely pussy, Martha. Don't be such a prude. With a pussy like that, you should be shooting bare beavers like Daniel Boone. That's how you attract hard dicks. If you want to get screwed, you gotta show those boys your pussy. Do what I do. Let them see what a hot and juicy twat you have between your legs, and you'll start getting screwed. Lose the panties and get you some mini-skirts. Wave that juicy pussy in their faces and they'll slip you some hard cock." And then she was gone.

Martha wanted to melt into a crack in the floor, but there was no crack. When Martha turned and had to face her son, Greg, she did so with a bright red face. She didn't know what to say to him and was thankful that he wasn't trying to look her in the face. She was thankful until she realized that he was staring at her crotch as though he could see through the thin material of the light house dress she'd thrown on over her nakedness in her haste to return to the room before Sandra did any more damage.

With no bra on, she knew her erect nipples could be discerned, so she folded her arms over them, trying to think of something to say to break the awkward silence as he just kept staring at her crotch. Martha had to look down to assure herself that there wasn't a gaping hole right over her pussy. She didn't have panties on, either. His stare was that intense, just like Robby's.

When he did look up, he said, "Are you going to do like she said?"

Martha swallowed hard, stunned that he'd bring that up so matter-of-factly, almost as if saying, 'Are you going to start wearing shorter hemlines?' She got her voice and said, "I don't think so, Greg. She was being crude on purpose to shock you, or me, probably both of us. She's like that."

"Yeah, she sure is crude for a lady."

Martha wanted out of the conversation, but couldn't even see her way to escape him. She felt trapped against the door, though she could easily sidestep him. She knew he was making reference to the pussy play he'd caught a glimpse of. She didn't know what to say, and before she could think of something, he dug a deeper hole for her to sink into by saying, "Was it fun showing Robby's mom your pussy? She sure liked it. She licked your pussy juice off her fingers."

This was like a bucket of ice water tossed in her face. The last time Greg used that vulgar term, he got his mouth washed with soap. He had no qualms about using the vulgar word, now. His grin increased after getting the words out, knowing she couldn't say much about it after what she'd just done. All she could say was, "Greg... I..."

He cut her off with, "Can I see it? Can I have a look at your pussy, too, Mom? I didn't get to see it very good with her hand in the way. Robby says you have the prettiest pussy he ever saw, and I bet he's seen hundreds."

Blushing bright red, Martha cried, "GREG! Honestly! How could you even ask me such a thing? And Robby has not seen hundreds, maybe a few, and certainly not mine."

"He did so, and we all seen him do it lots of times. We know you let him look inside your panties. We saw. You let him feel it, finger it, sniff it, and lick it. You had to know."

"GREG, I..."

"You let her play with your pussy and she's not even a guy. Come on! I won't tell." He dropped to his knees at her feet and stared at the crotch of her dress in expectation.

Martha couldn't speak, couldn't move, and could barely breathe as she watched his hands go for the hem. With bated breath, she watched her hemline rise up her bare legs. Before she knew it, he was looking at her pussy, getting a better free look than Robby ever stole, with the inverted skirt pressed to her belly.

When her pussy came into view, there was a big sucking intake of air and a long slow exhalation along with a drawn-out, "Woowww! She's right, Mom. You have a real pretty twat between your legs. Boy, you sure have a juicy cunt. Now, I see why her fingers were so slimy. Move your feet out so I can see the in-between parts, okay?"

This steady barrage of filth was like a powerful aphrodisiac being mainlined. Martha's feet moved away from each other on their own accord as Greg pushed out on the inside of her knees. As the gap widened, Martha had to lean her shoulders to the door to keep from collapsing on her excited son as he dipped his head between her thighs and declared, "Wow, Robby was right! You shave your cunt lips! That's neat."

He dropped the dress over his head so he could use both hands, then scooted directly under her and sat in the space between her feet, forcing her knees out. She stood like a bowlegged cowboy as little fingers peeled her labia lips apart, and Greg said, "We never thought you shaved your cunt. Robby says only whores shave their cunts, that's why we thought he was lying. This is great! You can see everything plain as day this way."

With her knees bowing out to give him freer access and in a trembling voice that was barely audible, carrying no conviction whatsoever, she said, "Greg, don't touch Mommy there. Please, Greg!"

"Is that the hole, way down low? I thought it was higher up. What's this thingie? Is this a clit? It looks like a little kid's dick. I didn't know they got this big. Is that your pee hole? Must be. Does this feel good when I rub on it? Robby says this is what makes a pussy cum. Does this make you wanna cum?"

Martha leaned harder against the door and spoke to the ceiling, saying, "Greg, don't! Oh, Greg, you mustn't rub Mommy there. Oh no, get your finger out of there. OH GREG!"

"This is where you get fucked, huh? This is where the dick goes in your pussy, huh?"

As a curious finger entered her, she bit her lower lip, then cried, "Please, Greg, don't! You shouldn't. I'm your mother. I'm not some cheap... a..."

"Whore?"

"Yes."

"So. Just because you're a mother don't mean you can't be a whore. Robby says most whores are mothers because they're all the time getting fucked, and women that fuck a lot get pregnant a lot. You sure got pregnant a lot when you were little, and none of us look anything like Daddy. You were a whore at one time, that's for sure. Bill's Daddy was a nigger, huh?"

She thought, "Oh, God! They know!" Bill was big and dark, but did not have the Negroid features other than kinky black hair. He wore his hair in a short crew cut to hide that fact, and with his hair short, he just looked like your average white boy with a very good tan that never lightened in winter. She was four months pregnant with Bill when she was married off to a man who had no idea that his young bride had been bred to a black man like a bitch is bred to a stud dog for the amusement of most of the congregation. Surprise, surprise!

Bill's parentage was the unspoken reality that no one dared mention aloud in their home, and to hear Greg say it in those terms--Bill's Daddy was a nigger, huh--made her feel like the lowest of whores, and with no explanation, she'd be admitting as much. Still, she did not want to offer an explanation or deny the charge. She wanted him to think the very worst and tell Bill, Brian, too. She said, "I told you never to use that term for them."

"Yeah, but it's true, though, isn't it? You let a big black nigger fuck you, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"I'll bet he got to fuck you a lot, huh?"

"Yes."

"Robby was right. You're a whore all right. Any white woman that lets a nigger fuck her is a whore. Everyone knows that, and everyone knows Bill's daddy is a nigger. It feels weird in there. I always wondered what a pussy felt like inside. It sure is wet in there. Did you pee or somethin'?"

"Greg, you're being filthy. Stop doing that to me. Get out from under there. I think you've seen enough."

"What, you don't like getting finger-fucked? Robby says whores like getting their pussies finger-fucked. His mom sure likes it, and we all know she's a whore with a shaved cunt. Don't it feel good? How about two fingers? Is that better? Does that feel more like a big ole black nigger dick going in and out?"

Martha gathered what little fortitude she could muster and thrust his hands out of her crotch, then gathered herself to get by him. She walked over him, went straight to her bedroom, and shut the door.

A short while later, Greg heard the shower running and smiled. He waited a few minutes, then went to the sink and turned the cold water on full force. He heard a loud scream from the bathroom and grinned his devilish grin, thinking, "Robby was right. That is what the shower wand is for."

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Martha emerged from the shower and hid herself away in her bedroom for the remainder of the night. Robby, Bill, and Brian arrived just as she emerged from the shower. Robby was the last person she wanted in her house. She wanted to dig a deep hole and hide in it--again.

She couldn't hide from the boys completely, as the only bathroom in the poorly-designed apartment could only be accessed through the master bedroom. She laid with her back to them, pretending to read, knowing they were making more trips than was necessary, especially Robby and Greg.

Greg wisely let her be, but did not honor his word not to tell. Martha could hear their excited whispers just beyond the door and she felt their eyes running along her shapely torso as they paraded through. Though she now had on her long flannel robe with PJ bottoms, she felt naked. What was almost as bad was the realization that they knew about her shower wand and its special purpose. She heard them giggling about Greg's dirty trick.

Martha wanted to curl up and die. She didn't know how she'd ever face them, Greg especially. She certainly didn't want to see Bill's big black eyes. The one time she tried to join the family, she entered to find Bill and Brian sniffing Greg's fingers while Robby held them up. She did an about face and returned to her bed, wishing she could crawl inside the mattress.

They not only knew what her pussy smelled like, they knew she had a shaved pussy, and only whores shave their pussies... no, cunts. "Whores shave their cunts," her little ten-year-old had said while fingering her whore cunt. "Oh God!" She moaned. "I spread my damn legs for him. Robby was right."

Martha felt like she had a whore's cunt between her legs. Despite the anxiety she was drowning in, her cunt was never more alive, though it, too, was drowning. The scalding she'd received now felt nice, a hot pussy that tingled each time one of her boys made a slow walk through.

Although Greg wisely let her be, Robby wouldn't and had something vulgar to say each time he walked through, both ways:

"Nice ass, Martha."

"How's your pussy, still sore? Want me to kiss it and make it all better?"

"Want some cream for your pussy, I got some special cream for whores with burned cunts."

"You need a dildo. They won't burn your cunt."

"What you need is a real dick. Are you still horny?"

"Have you tried frigging off with cold water?"

"Fuck any niggers lately? I'll eat you for a buck if you haven't."

"Wanna suck my dick? That'll take your mind off your sore pussy."

On and on it went for two hours, and each time he strolled through, her boys were at the bedroom door. Everything Robby said tickled them, shamed her, and made her clit throb.

Though it was the wrong tack to take with Robby, Martha ignored him and everything he said. They couldn't see, but his crude taunts brought on waves of flushed arousal that started when he'd enter the room and lasted long after he left. Her sore pussy throbbed and drooled. He constantly reinforced how she already felt, like a horny whore with a sore pussy, an incestuous slut with a strong craving for cock, a bitch in heat that ate up every vulgar term.

Two hours of that abuse and she'd about had enough, so when Sandra and Carol arrived, she got up and locked the bedroom door. When Sandra tried to get her to come out, she told her to go away and take Robby with her. She then listened to the door as Robby and Greg brought Sandra current an everything that happened since her departure. Sandra quietly said to another woman that Martha didn't recognize, "We'd better let her sleep this off. Come on Robby. Try again tomorrow. Next time, stick with the plan."

And then she heard Robby say, "I couldn't. She wouldn't come out and stay."

They talked a bit more, but she only caught bits and pieces. Truth or Dare, she caught. She pictured herself being sucked into that exciting game with four horny boys and a finger stole down inside her PJs and began stroking her throbbing clit. She thought, "Oh god, yes. I must play that game. I must."

When she heard the visitors leave, she unlocked the bedroom door and returned to the bed to dwell on the consequences of a possible future she could not even imagine three hours prior.

Two hours later, she was still thinking about consequences, terrible consequences and ways to avoid them. No way could she afford to play Truth or Dare. Somehow, she knew she had to re-establish the normal order of things, ban Robby from the apartment, and tell Sandra to fuck off and leave her children alone.

Just before bedtime, Greg came up to the foot of the bed. She could feel the other eyes watching from the doorway. They'd put him up to something. She felt it coming. Her whore cunt throbbed in anticipation even as she swore she'd pounce on the first improper action or remark. He cleared his throat, and looked back to his brothers.

Without looking up from her magazine, Martha said, "What is it, Greg?"

"Well, I just wanted to see how your PUSSY was doing after I accidentally turned the cold water on while you were masturbating in the shower."

Though she expected something bold, she never expected this. She rolled to her back and got up on her elbows in absolute astonishment. She looked to the doorway at the grinning older boys, watched them shrink back under her glare, then focused on Greg who didn't seem intimidated in the least by her hard stare and stern demeanor. He stared at her crotch, again with that look of expectation as though she might show him.

Again, she found herself rendered immobile and powerless to speak under that hard crotch stare of his--the Robby technique now mastered by his number one student. The other boys eased back into the open doorway to view this unusual standoff. Greg gave them a smiling look, then turned his gaze on his mother and cockily said, "Did you burn your CUNT with the shower wand?"

Martha knew she had to wrest control immediately or things would only get worse. She wanted to berate him, but couldn't speak. Her smoldering pussy burned under his intense stare and she wanted to hear more, and wanted the other boys to hear more and see more, to witness for themselves how a woman, even a mother, can be melted and won by a hard crotch stare and vulgar words.

Greg gave his brothers a confident look that seemed to say, "See, I can say anything I want to her." When he looked back to his mother, he said, "Did you get to cum? I sure hope I didn't spoil it for you. Well, did ya?"

His mistake was looking her in the eyes and not throwing in more gratuitous vulgarity. The word cunt would have been enough to compensate for breaking the stare. He fucked up and knew right away. She calmly but firmly said, "Get out of my room and go straight to bed." She looked to the door and yelled, "All of you, go to bed, NOW! MOVE!"

The others moved. Greg stayed. He tried the crotch stare again, but the spell was broken. When he could see that he'd blown it, he started to move. Martha said, "You, stop right there, mister."

Greg stood squarely between her feet at the foot of the bed. Martha felt empowered and impulsively unbelted the robe. She drew the flaps aside, raised her ass from the mattress, and said, "Take them off."

Greg looked puzzled, but was not about to look a gift whore in the face. He grabbed handfuls of PJ pants and drew them down her sexy legs. She settled her bare ass, raised her feet, and he removed them with his eyes focused on her naked beaver.

Martha drew her legs up, planted her feet wide apart, letting her knees fall out almost flat to the mattress, assuming a dramatic though vulgar pose as she said, "There, see what your little prank did to me?"

Greg stared at an angry red, cunt-gut-belching pussy laid wide open, but other than redness, it looked fine, great, in fact. His expression reflected no remorse, fear, or pity. He looked like a young boy being treated to a good long look at a shaved pussy in bright light.

Martha quickly realized that her impulsive act to shake him had the opposite effect. He fell forward on the mattress for a closer look, which totally unnerved Martha as she looked through her tits to her son's grinning face, which was almost in her beaver, propped up on his elbows with his two hands poised as though to pull the wings off a butterfly.

She had nothing to say, and helplessly watched as he tentatively ran his fingers over the red areas of her labia and mons, saying, "Is your cunt sore, Mom?"

He took the folds of the robe that were still partially hiding her breasts and yanked them wide open, totally exposing her frontal nudity. He then looked to the doorway, hoping to see his brothers, and was disappointed that they weren't watching him touch their naked mother's pussy.

He seemed to shrug, then turn his attention back to the cunt at hand, gingerly placing his finger tips along the swollen lips, parting them gently to fully expose the clit. He studied the clit, then said, "Your clit doesn't look too bad. I'll bet it hurts, though, huh?"

Martha almost spoke, but the words wouldn't form. Instead, she watched her youngest son toy with her clit, pinched between thumb and forefinger, pulled out, turned one way then the other under his intense scrutiny. He released the fleshy bit of intimate anatomy, pinched the thin labia minora lips, drew the wings of her vulva butterfly wide open, and blew on her clit, saying, "I'll bet that feels good, huh? Do you dare me to lick it?"

A loud voice in Martha's head screamed for her to stop this madness, but she remained speechless and received a lick. He savored the taste, then took another, a longer one up the full length of her wide ovalled slit with a flat tongue. He took several more long laps, then sucked her clit into his mouth and nursed on it while looking into her face to see how she liked that.

Martha did all she could not to let him see how much his clit sucking turned her on. She looked him right in his devilishly smiling eyes as he nibbled, lightly chewed, batted with his tongue, and sucked. Almost as exciting as the sensations he evoked in a clit that never knew the joy of a friendly mouth was the sight of her baby with a mouthful of her most intimate and private anatomy.

She was losing this Mexican standoff and losing fast, rapidly building to a climax that would blow her cover and make her a blubbering slut, totally at his mercy.

He obviously didn't know how close he was. He lifted off the clit and said, "Your nipples sure are pointy. That means you want to cum."

She watched him slip two fingers inside her pussy and resume the fucking motion she'd ran from only hours earlier. She couldn't believe his audacity, or her own in not running from it this time. This time was cruder by far. This time, she could see everything and had to see it through two high-arching tits with pointy nipples that wanted to cum--Damn Robby, anyway!

She took the crude fingering in silence for several minutes. Had he been better at it, she would again be faced with an embarrassing orgasm. His hard fingering hurt more than helped the cause, so she was able to muster the words to say, "Go to bed, Greg. You've had your fun, now go."

"You need to cum. I'll suck you till you cum, if you want. How's that?"

She blocked his head as he went for the clit, saying, "I don't want to cum; I just want you to go."

"I know how to do it for you. Robby showed us how to suck on a clit and make a girl cum. I owe you a cum. He said once you get a girl by the clit, she has to cum. Come on, Mom, let me get you by the clit again. I won't let go this time, I promise, not until you have a cum, I swear!"

"Greg... go... to... bed, NOW!"

"Are you sure? You sure look like you need one. Look at your nipples. They're really poking out now."

He reached out and flicked the right nipple, making it vibrate. As he went to flick the left one, Martha shouted, "GO!"

He went ahead and gave it a good flick, a painful flick, saying, "All right. I'm going, but I coulda done it better than a stupid ole shower wand. At least I won't burn your fucking pussy."

"You already burned my fucking pussy, now get!"

Greg reluctantly left, and Martha fell back to the mattress and covered her face with her hands, mortified that she'd surrendered again, worse than before. She knew he was with his brothers giving them the blow by blow, now adding a detailed description of her pussy to include taste. He could now describe her tits, telling them how the long, bright-pink nipples vibrate when you flick 'em. To top that off, he could also add that their sweet, innocent, moral pillar of a mom used the "F" word and called her vagina a pussy.

She groaned on recalling what she'd said, drew the robe tight around her body, and rolled to her belly. She pounded the mattress and muttered, "Damn, why am I like this all of a sudden? Why are they like this? Why am I encouraging Greg to treat me like a slut? Why do I allow a ten-year-old to use such vulgarity, then respond in kind? What the hell is going on around here? This is insane."

And then Sandra sprang to mind. Robby was Sandra's boy, a mother fucker. He was now hanging out with her boys. Greg was the most impressionable, the boldest, and the nastiest. Sandra had set her up for him. She had also set him up for her. She started this whole mess, in fact.

Martha got up on her elbows and realized that she was being seduced in a coordinated effort. They were all out to get her. Her sons wanted to be mother fuckers like Robby and were taking lessons. "Good lord!" She thought, "They all want to fuck me, all of them--Bill, Brian, Greg, Robby, even Sandra. They all want to have sex with me. They think I'm a horny divorcee... no... a horny whore."

She thought hard about that, then thought, "Oh, Jesus! I think I am! Why else would a woman shave her pussy except to make it look more attractive, to show it off, to make those that see it think the worst, to inspire boldness. Oh Jesus, I think that is why I shaved it, and it is having that exact effect--the effect I was after. I've lost my fucking mind."

She slapped the mattress and cried, "Damn!" then thought, "Now, what? I can't unshave it. Three of them have seen it, touched it, played with it, in fact. Like a stupid whore, I let them feel my shaved cunt. The other two know that I shave between my legs and let others see and feel... oh shit, and taste. What would be the point of trying to hide it, now?"

Martha gave those thoughts more time to sink in, then suddenly lunged from the bed and tossed off the robe, her only covering. She rummaged through her bottom drawer, extracted the thin, diaphanous robe she'd worn earlier, belted it loosely, then adjusted the part so that it just barely closed over her trimmed bush.

The slightest turn gave peeks and a slightly cocked leg exposed a denuded cunt lip or a slick, pink slit. She examined herself in the dresser mirror, tugged on her fleshy inner lips, pulled her long clit out, in effect, fluffing up her cunt. She admired the vulgar effect, gathered her courage, then went to the boys' room.

She paused outside the open door. Their light was still on, and they were talking in a huddle. Greg was, indeed, disclosing her secret charms in minute detail, even describing the tiny goose bumps that ringed her nickel-size areolas. She wanted to correct him, as they were the size of half-dollars most of the time. They puckered to nickel size only when fully erect.

She looked at her nipples and saw nickel-size areola. She could even see the little bumps through the thin material. She gave her nipples a pinching roll and wondered if they'd ever relax again. She wondered if her sons would ever see the half-dollar version or the quarter version. "Shit," she thought, while looking at them after the tweaking, "they're about to see the dime version."

She took a deep breath, then stepped into the doorway with her two-inch-long nipples leading the way. The boys were sitting on the floor in the center of the small room. When they saw her nipples enter their room, they froze and stared--first at the twin objects of their discussion, then at her crotch.

Martha's face took on a deep blush, but she projected a calm demeanor as she said, "I thought I told you boys to go to bed. I do not like being ignored."

Martha braced her hands on her hips, trying to look imposing, but only managed to expose her entire vulva with its bright-red, shiny-wet, fluffed innards, making her look like a bold slut in heat. Having never seen fluffed cunt innards or a slut in heat, they stared at her crotch even harder. She was not being ignored, now.

Bill and Brian stared with their mouths open. Greg grinned. He'd seen it before, only much better.

Greg was sitting with his back to her, twisted around to take her in. He immediately spun around on his ass, leaned back on his elbows, and said, "See, I told you she shaves her cunt."

Martha's flush burned brighter as she said, "What I do with my cu... vagina is none of your concern. What I do in the shower is none of your concern. I'm still the mother. I said go to bed, and I mean right now."

Greg said, "Show us your tits, then give us a good beaver shot, then we'll go to bed."

Martha came over and jerked Greg to his feet, delivering a hard slap to his ass. She propelled him toward the bottom bunk, then lifted Brian by the ear, sending him to the top bunk. Bill got up and went to his bed. Her energetic display displayed everything to them. Her left tit remained totally out in the open and the robe had a six-inch part down the front.

She remained in that state while threatening and shaking a finger at each one in turn, making her boobs wobble. They watched the naked wobbling boob, not the finger.

She remained exposed while tucking each boy in, having softened her tone. Greg played with her boobs while getting his tuck and kiss. When she went to kiss Brian on his top bunk, Greg ran a hand up her leg to her cunt and inserted two fingers.

She fussed with Brian's bedding while getting her twat fingered, then fussed some more until a mouth captured her clit and began sucking voraciously. She expected the fingering but not the sucking. He had her by the clit, and the implication of that slowly sank in. She gripped the mattress and her head fell forward as though powerless to stop what was going on down below. After all, as everyone knows, once a guy has a girl by the clit, she has to cum.

Brian said, "Mom, what's the matter?" And then he leaned out and looked--"OH, Wow!"

Slowly, Martha gained enough composure to finish tucking Brian in while still receiving a hard sucking. She couldn't even focus as she made him lie back then delivered his peck to the forehead, the official ending of a tuck.

As soon as she eased back, Brian was up and peering over the edge of the mattress, looking down her front, seeing his brother with a mouthful of his mother's pussy, sucking hard on her clit like it was a dick. Bill was also out of his bed viewing from the side.

Martha was very aware that both boys were watching from good viewing angles, yet she presented them with better views by jutting out her loins and tilting up her pelvis, putting her sucked clit out where all could see. The robe was unbelted and hanging wide open. She could have easily stepped back and broken the contact or pulled Greg from the bed, but she acted as though he had her in a jaw lock or the suction alone kept her in place, helpless, powerless, at the mercy of his mouth, fearful he might bite if disturbed. He had her by the clit and she wanted to make damned sure the other two saw that plainly, so she bowed her knees out. Now, they saw it plainly.

To add to this effect, she pleaded, "Oh, Greg, please don't bite Mommy down there."

Greg looked up with her clit in his teeth, grinning, adding his own effect to the charade that only he and his mother seemed to know was a charade. Pleased with the way this was going, Martha decided to let him continue until she had that orgasm she now had to have. What choice did she have? He had her by the clit, and thanks to Robby, they all knew what happens to a gal when you get her by the clit. She cums. She can't help it. She has to have it.

Relieved of all responsibility, Martha slid both hands, palms flat and fingers spread down to frame her assaulted loins as he resumed sucking. The lust and passion grew steadily and she telegraphed her lusty response by arching her fingers up, leaning into the mouth, and gradually putting a rolling grind in her loins until the orgasm burst over her and she wailed out her release while grinding her cunt on his sucking mouth. She came good and still he refused to release her, so she had to recover from that orgasm on rubbery legs in a lewd stance.

Several minutes passed as she very slowly recovered her composure. When he started licking, she eased his head away from her cunt and gently settled him into his bed. She fussed with his covers while he toyed with her tits, then knelt and pressed her kiss to his lips. She gave him a long lover's kiss right on the mouth with the others looking on in amazement. They were sure he'd get it good when her clit was out of his toothy mouth.

He got it good, alright, and all the while she kissed him, her hand was under the covers making the bedding bob over his crotch. Lucky bastard.

When she finally finished giving Greg his good night kiss, she withdrew a hand covered in sperm, a big surprise. Her little ten-year-old was a squirter, a good one, too. Once again, she had to tuck Brian in and used that spermy hand to ease him back. Again, he got a peck on the forehead, but he also got sibling sperm on his cheek.

Again, Greg's fingers were up her pussy while she re-tucked Brian. After the drawn-out tucking, after wiping off the sperm and sucking it off her finger, she slowly moved off of Greg's hand, almost dragging him from the bunk as he strained to follow with a finger hooked in her pussy. She had to twist to get off the hook.

Once unhooked, she went to Bill, now back in his bed. She bent low from the waist on straight legs to kiss him, giving the other two an enticing rear beaver shot as she dragged out the tucking and good night kiss to the forehead, accidentally getting sperm on his cheek which she wiped off with the tail of her robe.

When she stood to face them all, she exposed her totally naked front before adjusting the flaps to fold one over the other, then belted. Now properly covered, she turned out the light and exited. Once inside her own room with the door closed, she leaned against the door and exhaled a deep breath, then softly said, "There, that wasn't so hard."

She ran her right hand into her fevered crotch and stroked a finger through her oily slit, thinking, "Now, they're even. Well, almost. Bill and Brian still haven't gotten a feel, but they will if they follow Greg's example. Yep, that should get the ball rolling nicely. Ummmmm, yes... very nicely." And then, she licked her left hand.

Now lying on the bed, nude on the bedspread with the light on, she smiled and thought, "Now, how does a mommy go about getting her kids to fuck her without it looking like it was her idea?"

She no sooner got the thought out when a timid knock came from the unlocked door. She thought about climbing under the covers before granting permission to enter, thinking the knocker needed to use the bathroom. Still feeling aroused from all she'd done and thought about, she casually granted admittance and didn't even bother to close her legs.

Greg entered, totally naked and sporting a four-inch erection from his hairless groin. He smiled on seeing her lying on the bed in the nude. He came to stand at the bedside, thrusting out his cute boner as he said, "Mom, I can't sleep. Can I sleep with you in your bed?"

Martha felt like smiling, but studied her son in silent contemplation, letting her eyes drift to his cute little boner, not two feet from her face. On seeing he was getting a visual inspection, he jutted his loins out even more while grinning proudly, as if saying, "See what I got," as though what he had was a monster cock with bull balls hanging under them.

She contemplated her next move, wondering how it would sound at the Truth or Dare game which she was now determined to play and tell the truth, then said, "I suppose, but I sleep in the nude. You'll have to keep that nasty thing on your side of the bed if we're to sleep together, naked. Do you think you can do that?"

He smiled and said, "I'll try, but I might roll over in my sleep and accidentally get my dick stuck in your pussy."

Martha grew excited by his lewd threat. She thought, then said, "If that happened, you'd be a mother fucker."

"I know. Who cares? Robby's a mother fucker. He brags about it. Everybody thinks Robby is cool. I'd be cool if that happened."

"That may be, but I wouldn't be cool. Mothers aren't allowed to let their sons do that, even on accident. If I woke up and found your penis in my vagina, I'd be obligated to ask you to take it out. The question is, would you be a good boy and do as I say, or would you try to finish and be cool?"

Greg thought, then said, "Who knows? I've never had my dick in your pussy before. I'd like to find out what it feels like. Maybe if you promised to suck me off if I pulled it out, I would. I think I'd like to cum that way even better, you know, in your mouth while you're sucking on my dick the way whores do."

Martha loved the vulgar banter, and had a powerful urge to lean over and suck him into her mouth the way whores do. She wouldn't have to lean far as he'd climbed onto the bed and knelt by her head, stroking his dick while aiming it at her mouth a few inches away.

Martha rolled onto her side with her head propped up on one hand, bringing her mouth in line with his cock, now poised within her lips as she said, "Oh, you'd like that, would you?"

The cock rubbed along her slack lips applying lip gloss the way Robby did as he smilingly said, "Who wouldn't? Wanna suck on it now?"

Martha tried to reply with a dick trying to enter her mouth, and finally had to grab it with her free hand. Greg relinquished his rod to her fingers, assuming he was about to get a blow job, but Martha only gave it a massaging squeeze as she said, "That's a nasty thing to do to your mother, Greg. If I can't fuck you, I can't suck you either. It's the law." She began stroking his youthful manhood, saying, "I suppose I could relieve you this way again. Would that do?"

He grinned wickedly while watching his mother jacking his cock, then said, "Can I cum in your face?"

Martha made a surprised expression and said, "Well, I suppose there's no harm in that. How would you like to do this?"

"Lie down flat with your head propped up, and I'll sit on your chest and jack off in your face."

Martha laid on her back with her head on a pillow and said, "Like this?"

"No, pretend like your hands are tied behind your back, and you can't move your head either."

She placed her hands in the small of her back and laid still, looking straight ahead as he mounted her chest and leered down on her, stroking his dick while saying, "Yeah, like this, only you have to keep your mouth open, like there's something holding it open." Martha opened her mouth. "No, wide open, real wide."

Martha opened real wide and waited. As expected, Greg took advantage and placed his cock fully inside her mouth, laughing at his cleverness.

With a boy's dick fully inside her mouth, Martha said, "Greg, you bwat. How dare you sthick your nathy dick in Mommy's mowf? You should be ashamed of yoursewf."

He just giggled. The words felt great and he understood every one.

He got his wish, but it was a hollow blow job if it could be called that. Still, he was enjoying the sight if not the feel as he supported his upper body by straight arming her pillow and fucking her mouth. They looked in each other's eyes as he said, "Pretend like there's lots of guys here with big dicks waiting to screw you when I get done. Move your legs wide apart like they're tied that way. Pretend they're all niggers. That'll get you good and horny."

Martha followed these instructions. With her legs out as wide as she could get them, imaging the upcoming game, she unconsciously began sucking, acting good and horny, making a decent cunt of her mouth for her excited son to fuck. Not long after that, youthful spend flowed. She sucked on the spewing member and swallowed between squirts. After sucking him dry, she nursed on his spent dick as he collapsed over her face.

With his groin pressed to her lips, she coaxed another erection as he recovered. When he sat back up, she continued sucking as he reached back to finger her pussy wearing a wicked grin. He said, "This time, I'm going to fuck your pussy. Remember, you're tied up. You can't stop me. Keep thinking about all those horny niggers that get you after I'm done."

Martha spit the dick out, then heaved him clear off her and the bed, extracting both hands as he got to his knees wearing an expression that said, "You're cheating. That's not fair."

Martha sat up, then got up from the bed and said, "I told you not to call them that."

"All right, I'll call then jungle bunnies."

"You will call them blacks if you ever want your dick in my mouth again, and I was pretending to be tied. If you intend to fuck this mother, you'll have to tie me for real, and it had best be a good job of tying."

"Okay! Where's some rope?"

"That's your problem. Another problem you'll have is getting me tied in my sleep. I'm a light sleeper, so you have a real problem. You've been relieved, so I suggest we get some sleep and you forget this nasty idea of yours. I'm the mom; you're the son; let's just sleep."

"I'll screw you in your sleep."

"If you can do that, go right ahead, but I wouldn't brag about it."

"You'll wake up, all right, but you'll be begging me to fuck you harder."

Martha turned down the covers while saying, "Like I said, knock yourself out, but if I wake up with your dick in me, don't be surprised if you find yourself on the floor with a dumb look on your face. I hate to break this to you, but you are not Charles Atlas."

As she slipped under the covers, and Greg joined her, he challenged, "Oh yeah. Just for saying that, I'm gonna make you beg loud enough to wake up Bill and Brian. They'll come in and see me on you, and you'll be holding your legs wide, begging for me to fuck your cunt."

Martha laughed and ruffled his hair, saying, "Dream on, stud."

"Go ahead and laugh, but you will. I'll be up on my knees with just the head of my dick in you, and you'll be squirming on it, trying to get more to go in, but I'll keep pulling back."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, and there won't be any covers on you, either. They'll come up close and see everything, but you won't care."

He'd snuggled close and wedged a hand between her legs, so she took his dick in her hand and said, "I won't, huh?"

"No, it'll be like in the bedroom when you wanted them to see me playing with your tits and sucking on your pussy."

"I wanted them to see that, did I?"

"Yeah, why else would you stay by me as long as you did and not say anything while they watched me pulling on your tits like I was milking you, then finger fucking your pussy, and then sucking on it? You loved it, and you loved having them watch."

"Is that so? Then why didn't I stay and let you fuck me?"

"Because you were chicken."

"Oh, of course, I wouldn't want them to see that."

"Why did you go away?"

"There was no reason to stay. I gave Brian his kiss good night, and then it was Bill's turn. I already gave you yours. All I did was tuck everyone in then leave."

"Yeah, well how come you never said nuthin' about what I was doin' with your cunt?"

"There was no point in saying anything to you. It wasn't like it was the first time. I knew they knew that, so I let you amuse yourself, big deal. Besides, you had me by the clit. What could I do."

Martha cocked her top leg to give him freer access to her pussy while pumping his dick hard as she pressed the head against her throbbing clit. Greg took advantage and finger-fucked her hard, saying, "I'm going to cum on your pussy."

"I know. If you'll warn me in time and get your hand out of the way, I'll see if I can get some to squirt up inside. You'd like to get some sperm inside, wouldn't you? Who knows, you might get me pregnant."

"Really? Cool! Okay. Do it faster."

Martha threw the covers off, reached over and flipped on the bedside lamp, then raised the top leg straight up to see what she was doing, but mostly to let Greg see what she was doing. Seconds later, Greg gave the signal and moved his hand. Martha moved the head to her opening, let an inch go in, and jacked the shaft between a pinched finger and thumb, saying, "Now it'll all go inside. Are you happy?"

"Yeah! Get ready to have a baby, cause here it comes. Ugh... ahh... ugh... ummm..."

Martha felt every warm squirt and thought about how the scene would go over at the game. It was a nice fantasy, and Greg was sure to ask the question. She'd tell the truth. That would blow their minds. What would happen to their game plans if she always told a truth no one wanted to challenge? The idea was most intriguing. With that exciting thought in mind, she put condoms, birth control pills, and diaphragms out of her mind.

Some lucky boy was going to knock her up, and she silently rooted for Greg while slowly milking his dick into her pussy, still holding her leg high so that they could both watch. All but one inch of his semi-rigid dick had worked its way inside. Her cunt muscles milked the part that was inside as her fingers milked the base.

They both stared at their joined genitals. She almost said, "Penny for your thoughts," but he spoke first, saying, "We're fucking, aren't we?"

"Don't be silly. I told you, I can't let you fuck me."

"So how is fucking different?"

"It's a lot different. For one thing, you go all the way in from the start. Another thing, you move in and out while fucking. You must get all the friction from the pussy, not the female's hand."

"Cumming in your pussy doesn't count?"

"Well, if it results in a pregnancy, it'll count for something. You can tell the others that I jacked you off in my cunt. If anyone asks, I can't deny it. If I end up pregnant, you'll get the credit. How's that?"

"You'd do that? You'd admit it?"

"I won't volunteer that information, but if anyone comes right out and asks, I couldn't lie. I'd never lie."

"Would you say you jacked me off in your cunt? Would you say it just like that? I wouldn't want you to say, 'I masturbated Greg until he ejacuated into my vagina."

"Ejaculated, not ejacuated."

"Whatever... well, would you do it my way... I mean say it my way?"

"Is it that important to you?"

"Yes!"

"Well, I suppose so, if that turns you on."

"Great! I wanna go get Brian and Bill so you can tell 'em right now."

"Hold on. They're asleep by now. This can wait until morning."

"They're not asleep. They're jacking off."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, they know I must be screwing you, 'cause I never came back. They're jacking off like crazy. They were jacking off when I left. After seeing you naked, they had to jack off."

Martha rolled to her back, pulling Greg on top of her, sinking his new erection all the way in. He grabbed a tit in each hand, smiled, and said, "Now, you want to get fucked, huh?"

"No, I'm just using your dick to plug up my pussy to keep the sperm in. If you try to move, I'll shove you off, so just lie there and be a good pussy plug."

"You wanna get fucked. I can tell. You're horny."

"I'd love to get fucked. You made me horny. All this talk about hard cocks jacking off under my roof makes me very horny. The thought of all that yummy sperm going to waste when there's a horny woman here who would love to have it in her mouth, ass, or pussy... well, it's a crying shame."

"So, quit holding my butt still so I can screw some more yummy sperm in you."

"No can do. Mommies no can fuck sonnies. Sorry."

"Let me go or I'll bite your nipple... hard!"

He got his teeth poised on her right nipple and she said, "You bite my nipple, and you'll return to your own bed with a sore ass."

With the nipple in his mouth, biting lightly at the base, he mumbled, "Yeah, afta ah fuk ya!"

"I'm warning you, Greg, bite any harder and this will be the last time you'll cum in my cunt."

Smiling, he eased off the turgid nipple and said, "Does that mean I can cum in your cunt any time I want?"

"No, and when you do, you'll have to jack off into my cunt. I'll decide when."

"But at least once a day, right?"

"We'll just have to wait and see. If you approach me right, I find it hard to resist. I think you could get away with almost anything as long as you didn't try to fuck me."

"Even jack off in your cunt with Bill and Brian watching?"

"I think so. When I get turned on, I don't care who's watching. You saw what happened in your bedroom."

"Yeah, that was neat. That really blew them away. They really think I'm a stud, now."

Martha ruffled his hair, then hugged him to her bosom. Greg smiled, then returned to sucking and nibbling the right nipple while toying with the left with his head turned to watch his fingers slide up and down the tall nipple cone. Martha watched him toy with her elongated nipple, wondering what he was thinking.

As though he had ESP, he eased off the nipple and said, "Mom, you sure have long nipples. I never saw nipples like these in Playboy or anywhere."

"Yes, I think they're much longer than average. I would think that most nipples don't get half this long. I have your Aunt Ellen to thank for these."

"How'd you get 'em from her?"

"It's a long story. She stretched them when I was about your age. See those hole scars near the ends. I wore gold rings in my nipples. She hung weights on them. That made my nipples stretch."

"I'm glad she thought of that. I like 'em long. You ought to put the rings back in."

"No thank you. I have to wear a thick bra because of my nipples. Rings would only make it worse and would be even more uncomfortable."

"Don't wear a bra."

"I could go braless. My breasts don't sag, not yet, anyway. I couldn't work that way, though."

"Mom, did you ever think about fucking a girl's pussy with your nipple?"

Martha laughed, then said, "I have to admit, the thought has crossed my mind. Why, do you know any girls that want to get tittie fucked?"

"I'll bet Robby's mom would let you tittie fuck her if you lick her pussy."

"You think so, huh?"

"Sure, she lets other women eat her pussy--lesbian women."

"Do you think I'm a lesbian?"

"No, you're a whore. They're two different things."

"Oh, thanks for clearing that up. Maybe I should get the word 'whore' tattooed on my ass so I don't forget."

"That'd be cool... no, on your pussy would be better, on top where there's still some hair, but shave it off and just have the tattoo, a giant one that says 'WHORE.' That way, when a guy goes to stick his dick in your cunt, he'll know he's about to fuck a whore's cunt."

"He'll know that when he sees I shave my cunt."

"Yeah, but a tattoo would be better."

Martha laughed and said, "Damn you, you're making me want to turn loose of your mother-fucking ass."

He raised his head and excitedly said, "Really?"

"Relax. I won't."

His head settled to the pillow of her breast. A long silence passed, then he said, "Mom, how is this gonna work, the jacking off in your cunt thing? I mean, you'll need to be ready when I am, and I never know how long till it goes, and when it goes, it goes fast."

"Hummm, I suppose I'll need to present my cunt in a suitable position for penetration from the start, wouldn't I?"

"Yeah, but how?"

"I can think of many ways."

"Name some."

"Well, it depends on how you're positioned and where you are. If you're standing, I could back up to it and squat a bit to line my pussy hole up with the head of your dick. If you're on your knees, I could slide the ottoman over and lie backward in front of you with my legs pulled back. If you're on your back, I could squat over you and sit when you give the word. If you stand on a foot stool, I could just lie back on the table, or bend forward over it."

"Wow, you'd do all that, out there, in the living room or dining room, wherever I am? With Brian and Bill watching?"

"Sure, but you're forgetting one very important thing. You have to get me so turned on that I forget who's watching and want your sperm in my pussy. That'll take some doing when I'm not naked in bed with a horny young man."

"How do I get you that horny?"

"That's your problem. I sure don't want to help. That's embarrassing getting that horny in front of Bill and Brian."

"Aw Mom!"

"Don't aw-mom me. You're doing just fine with no help from me. Just keep doing what you're doing and I'm sure you'll get everything you want except a real fuck."

"Really?"

"Yes, really. Look, we need to get to sleep. If you want to jack off in me, go right ahead. I'm going to let go, but you pull all the way out, jack off, then do it by the rules. You can put the head in. But only the head. I'll just lie here with my legs open, waiting, but don't be surprised if I drift off to sleep. If I do, no cheating or all deals are off, and I might fake it to test you. Remember that."

She let go; he pulled out; they each assumed their positions; the game was on. While he abused himself with the head of his dick nestled in the folds of her slimy slit, Martha thought about all she'd done, would do, and would pay for when Sandra got involved and her parents found out.

She laid in the jostling bed, thinking of all the exciting possibilities. She had almost drifted off when a Mighty Mouse of a dick came slamming into her snatch, jarring her wide awake. He fucked his load into her, but didn't technically draw back. He'd ease off, them slam home in rapid succession, a good fucking by anyone's standard.

She then watched her son jerk and push in spasms, but not pull out by even a fraction, and when the warm wet jets subsided, he subsided over her, panting, feeling that he'd blown it big time.

She brushed his hair and said, "Good boy. That's how to sperm a whore's cunt for her. I might make things easier for you and not wear any panties tomorrow. You'd have little trouble getting me by the clit if I weren't wearing panties. Once you get a girl by the clit, she's all yours. Everyone knows that."

He immediately perked up and said, "Really! That'd be great!"

"Look, why don't you return to your bed. I'm sure you're dying to share your good fortune with your brothers. I'll even help you out. If they want proof, get the flashlight, bring them in here and show them the evidence leaking out of my pussy. I'll drift off to sleep on my back on top of the covers, so it shouldn't be too hard. Look all you want, and be sure they get a good look at my pussy hole, but don't turn the light on, and don't wake me up. If you get carried away, and do something stupid, if you wake me up, I'll wear panties tomorrow, maybe even jeans. There's no way you'd get anywhere if I'm wearing jeans. Understand?"

"Yeah. This'll be great."

Greg hopped off the bed and headed for his room. As he reached the door, she called out, "Greg, I'm very tired tonight. I doubt I'll be a light sleeper, so if you need to position my legs or pull my cunt lips open, I doubt that would wake me. I just thought you'd want to know."

He said, "Oh, thanks. We'll be real quiet, anyway."

He started to go, and she said, "And, Greg, I'm calling in sick, and you guys can skip school tomorrow. If you don't tie me up and fuck me all night, I'll shave all the hair off my pussy and wear my shortest dress, my yellow dress with no bra either."

"Hey, great! Hurry and go to sleep."

"I'm asleep."

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Martha laid in the darkness thinking of what lay ahead. Her level of excitement could not get any higher. Giving her kids a carte blanche to explore her body was the stuff of far-out, ridiculous, whimsical fantasy, and here it was about to happen for real. She marveled at how quickly things had changed.

She adjusted her leg position several times, trying to find the ideal pose for maximum exposure without being too obvious. She settled on both legs cocked half-way, bent out and lying flat on the mattress.

This was a good pose but not good enough. Greg, however, had a license to make it better. That thought excited her even more. He was bold without a license.

She hoped he wouldn't go overboard. She wanted to pretend to be fast asleep and be half-way believable in the hope of overhearing their candid discussion of her feminine charms.

Overhearing candid conversations about her feminine charms was one aspect of her brief childhood that she cherished. Her mother and her mother's sister, her Aunt Ellen, often spoke candidly about her in her presence. They didn't care what she heard, saw, felt, or thought, and knew she'd remain as silent and accommodating as the table they talked across.

She was, in their opinion, too desirable to go unmolested in a church so heavily burdened with sexual repression, a gift sent by a merciful and grateful God to ease their burden while they did his earthly work--their sex angel.

At ten, Martha had no idea what a sex angel was, but her mother and Aunt Ellen would giggle after referring to her as such. She soon found out how a sex angel served the flock, and that was no flocking picnic.

Still, it was fun being doted over, made to look sexy, or sexier. They were very complimentary, especially with regard to her between-the-legs anatomy, and were quick to show off that part of her to anyone of importance, anyone ordained by God to pass on blessings that brought good fortune on the family and would ward off evil at the same time.

Martha didn't hold a grudge against her mother, because her mother truly believed, and believed Martha was a sex angel. Aunt Ellen was another story. She was pure evil and an expert manipulator. She sold the sex angel idea, kept selling it, and profited in cold cash. She didn't need their fucking blessings. The Lord helps those that help themselves.

Aunt Ellen would never say that out loud, but when Martha first heard those words as an adult, Aunt Ellen sprang to mind.

Aunt Ellen never waited for good fortune, she was a go-getter, the go-between to the elders in need of sexual relief. She arranged the sessions, then worked with Martha's mother to make the sessions as entertaining as possible, both to impress the chosen elder and to amuse those who Ellen invited to watch, film, or participate--mostly outsiders who paid cash to the church mission fund which Ellen managed and managed to skim liberally off the top.

That was also something they discussed openly in front of Martha. Martha's mother got a light cut which was her mad money that no one knew about except Ellen and little Martha, of course.

Her mother did not immediately go along with everything Aunt Ellen came up with: but gradually, one session at a time, her resistance wore down until she rarely questioned her sister's judgment or her cut.

Aunt Ellen sold the idea that there was nothing wrong with the two of them taking pleasure in the sessions, and it quickly became obvious that they were enjoying themselves. When her mother accepted that idea, Aunt Ellen convinced her sister that there was nothing at all wrong with the child's mother taking sexual pleasure and not hiding that fact, that doing so would put everyone else at ease and heighten the enjoyment of the elder, securing greater blessings for the family.

Her mother was much slower to accept that counsel, but bit by bit, that's exactly what she did, until her mother took on the role of master of ceremonies at a live sex show, a child molestation extravaganza in which every perverse whim was catered to openly, including bestiality. Being married off to a dull missionary preacher who just wanted an occasional missionary fuck was a relief when it came.

She'd have never returned to her hometown or her parent's home had Aunt Ellen not been murdered by a lunatic who thought she was out to eat his liver. Martha smiled when she got that news. He probably wasn't crazy.

The boys were taking much longer than she thought they would. She was sure Greg would go get them and return within a minute after getting a flashlight and some rope. Five or six minutes had passed with no sign that anyone was moving in the apartment. They'd need a flashlight at least, and she listened intently for the rummaging.

"What the hell are they doing?" She wondered, getting anxious and frustrated. "I wonder if Greg is waiting for me to actually fall asleep. Jeez, can't that kid take a hint? Could I have been less obtuse? Do I need to spell out what I want?"

And then she remembered his age. Funny, he seemed so much older now, she mused. Clearly, they were waiting. This made her realize that they would not be as bold as she'd figured. They would try hard not to wake her up, and if they didn't hurry, she might actually drift off and miss the whole thing.

Martha slapped herself and mentally said, "No, that can not happen. There will only be a first time once. Whatever happens, I want to be aware, awake, alert, and I want to remember every detail."

Martha checked her nipples and found them unimpressively droopy. That would never do, so she began the dual pinching strokes that they responded to. She quickly had them re-inflated, up and puckered. Her erect nipples had made a big impression on her boys. Though she knew her pussy took top honors, she wanted everything to be perfect when they made their entrance.

Martha alternately fluffed her pussy parts and used the wetness to stroke on her nipples, imparting a shine to add to the stiffness.

For thirty minutes, Martha kept herself at the brink of a climax, not wanting to go over. Her frustration grew, but the need to sleep totally went away. When she was ready to scream, she heard rummaging. Her heart skipped several beats.

She quickly rechecked her ideal position. She set her head squarely on the pillow, and rested her hands at her sides in a relaxed sprawl. There, she waited another three agonizing minutes, but her nipples stayed up as did her clit. They were coming.

They came on tiptoes, shushing each other with Greg serving as the head shusher. Martha watched through eye slits as they crowded the foot of the bed in almost total darkness. When the flashlight came on, she closed her eyes. Her eyelids lit up. That was a smart move.

Greg whispered, "Okay, she's asleep, but be super quiet, you guys. Remember, if she wakes up, you won't get to see me jack off in her cunt tomorrow."

She heard Bill say, "Shine it on her twat, Greg. Quit stalling."

"No, first, you gotta double swear that you won't try anything with her till I say you can."

Brian whined, "C'mon, Greg, we done went through this. First prove you fucked her. If you told the truth, you'll be the boss. We already swore."

"Swear again, or I'll wake her up on purpose and she'll be pissed at all of us."

They swore. When they concluded the formalities, Martha heard a collective gasp and double wow. She peered through eye slits and saw her crotch in the powerful beam. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo against her rib cage as she could also see their mesmerized faces cast in faint light. They were awed by the sight, but Bill said, "You came on her cunt, not in it."

Greg said, "Okay, you each get a leg and spread 'em wide, real slow. I'll prove it."

Brian said, "While we do this, light up her tits. I wanna see those nipples again."

Martha had to look through meshed lashes as the light came up and hands curled around her ankles. She heard more wows. She felt like saying "wow," and she'd seen the sight countless times. They were mighty impressive at that moment, throbbing under the pressure of her high blood pressure and rapid heart beat--a fully grown sex angel.

They moved her legs very slowly, by fractions of an inch, agonizingly slowly. Three minutes passed and her feet had only traversed twelve inches each. At this rate, they wouldn't have her in a decent spread for another ten. She had to fight not to assist.

Greg helped pass the time by reclining at her chest and toying with a nipple to impress his brothers. He used his finger to bend the turgid nipple down to the flesh, then release it. The nipple sprang back like a shot. Showing off, he took it fully in his mouth and sucked. Bill and Brian wanted a turn, but Greg said they didn't know how to do it right and might wake her.

Martha could now see that she'd created a monster, one who didn't want to share. He probably cut a deal that would permit him to call the shots after the show and tell session.

She didn't like that, at first, but began seeing exciting possibilities the more she thought about it. Teasing two unmercifully while giving one total liberties did have interesting possibilities and would be so unlike her to play favorites.

Greg was already growing careless, tempting fate, and Bill angrily said, "Damnit, Greg, you're going to wake her up. Knock it off."

"So. If I do, I can still get what I want."

Brian threatened, "If we get in trouble because of you, we'll both kick your ass, runt, so leave her tits alone."

"She won't let you touch me, so there. You guys are taking forever. I didn't mean that slow. Get her fucking legs out there, will ya?"

Greg got off the bed and took the left leg from Brian. He gently moved it to lie perpendicular with her torso. He then took the right from Bill and put that leg in the opposite direction, making a "T" of her body. The light was off, but Martha knew she was open down below. She could feel the cool air seep into her vaginal cavity. Greg knelt on the mattress and centered himself between her legs.

As the other two took positions on either side, Greg said, "Are you ready for this?"

Bill said, "Come on, Greg. Turn it on."

Brian added, "Hurry before she wakes up. She can't be comfortable lying like this. You know we won't see anything, that's why you're stalling."

That reverse psychology worked. The light came on. Martha saw three heads in her crotch, and they were impressed heads. Bill said, "Fuck! I don't believe this. Greg actually did it. He fucked her. He fucked Mom."

Brian said, "And came in her pussy. That's the part that blows my mind. You know she can't be on the pill."

Greg proudly said, "She ain't on anything. That's how bad she wants it. She don't even care if she gets pregnant. She loves it when I cum in her pussy."

"She must be nuts to want your cum, any cum for that matter. That's one thing she don't need, another mouth to feed."

"Oh yeah, you just watch her tomorrow. When she sees me jacking off, you'll see what she does."

Bill said, "I'll believe it when I see it, needle dick."

"Fuck you, nigger boy."

Martha cringed. Bill fired back, "I'm gonna kick your ass, you fucking little bastard."

"Oh yeah? Just for that, you'll be last, way last, maybe next month--nigger boy, jungle bunny!"

Martha wanted to get up and whip his little bastard ass, but needed more examining. Brian said, "You blew it, Bill. I'm not taking any chances. If she really has a thing for Greg, and he can get her to do anything he wants her to do, you gotta be nuts to piss him off." Addressing himself to Greg, he said, "You're my buddy, Greg. I'm impressed. Wow, what a pussy. I can't wait."

Bill said, "I ain't buying it. If she'll do Greg she'll do a dog. We're next no matter what he thinks."

Greg said, "Remember our deal. She has to invite you, first. You can't try anything unless I say you can. You double swore."

"I know, but I'm saying she'll be inviting, and I say I'll be next. I have the biggest dick, and if it's cum she wants, I can out cum you two put together. If she loves nigger dick, I'll be her little nigger boy. Man, I can't wait to get my nigger dick in that fine white pussy. She'll have cum running out her ears when I get through with her. I'll fuck her till her nose bleeds."

Brian said, "Yeah right. You keep thinking that, but think about this. She may have a thing for little kids with little dicks. She coulda had her pick in the bedroom, but she picked him. That was an invitation to come and fuck if there ever was one, and she delivered that invitation to Greg. You saw what we got, pecks on the forehead, and she knows you have a big dick. She slipped him the tongue and jacked him off. I thought she was going to kiss him on the head of his dick, then fuck him right there in his bed."

Bill countered with, "That's what he says. We didn't see no tongue action. He just said she slipped him the tongue."

Brian said, "Well, I saw a long kiss on the mouth, and he sure wasn't lying about this. You're fucked, Bill."

"Bite me."

Martha devoured their conversation as intently as she devoured the looks between her legs. She'd never heard anything so exciting and provocative. She did not slip Greg the tongue, but the full-mouthed kiss probably did look like a French kiss. It was certainly long enough.

She hadn't planned to kiss one on the lips and the other two on the forehead, but was now glad she did, as it gave her a game plan: She had a thing for kiddie cock and would do anything to please Greg, ignoring the other two until Greg gave the word.

She liked the idea very much, and Bill would finally get his come upins. More importantly, Greg could finally get to be top dog, if only for a day. Truth or Dare would end his reign, but she'd insure he'd be king for a day he'd never forget and the other two would always remember.

The boys amused themselves in her crotch for thirty more minutes. They grew bolder, and Greg became generous. They each got their fingers wet, but Bill had to lick the slimy slit before getting permission. Brian took a lick just to butter-up the boss. Greg sucked the clit, just to show off.

They then explored her asshole after pushing her legs back. After that, her tits took center stage, then back to the pussy, then asshole again, tits, pussy, asshole, tits, etc., etc., until by five in the morning, Mommy dozed off for real.

She awoke several times before any sunlight showed through the drapes, but didn't give herself away. She awoke once with a dick in her pussy, Greg's. She drifted off during an illegal, slow, full-penetration screwing, then awoke again for the cum shot.

The cum shot was too hard to ignore, so she groaned at the first hard slam, sending the other two diving to the floor.

With the others safely out of sight, Martha went ahead and fully awakened, yawned, and said, "You little devil. You came in here and fucked me in my sleep, didn't you?"

"No way, Mom! I jacked off in your pussy, just like you like it."

"That felt like fucking, Greg."

"It wasn't. Honest. I did it just like last time when you said if I'd do it like that every time, you'd love it."

"Okay. I trust you. Did you put more cum in Mommy's pussy, Greg?"

"Yeah, lots more. Are you happy?"

"You know I am."

"You don't care if I get you pregnant, do you?"

"No, Greg. I'm not taking any precautions because I know you'd like to fuck a baby into me... I mean, jack off a baby into me. That is what you want, isn't it, darling?"

Greg beamed though his hidden audience couldn't see him beaming. He spoke loud and clear, saying, "Yeah, that's what I want... Mom, you're not going to invite Brian and Bill to do this too are you?"

"It seems only fair."

"But, I don't want you to."

"Well, I suppose I shouldn't anyway."

"But you will if I say so?"

"To please you? Yes, darling. I'll do anything to please my lover boy, my little stud. I can't let them fuck me, but if you say they can jack off in my pussy, I'll spread my legs real wide for them. I'll even do the jacking. Would you like it if I did that? Would you like to see Mommy get real nasty with Bill and Brian? I'll do it for you, my sexy little lover."

On the floor, Bill grimaced. Brian gave Bill a smile that said, "Told you so. You're screwed, buddy."

Greg said, "Yeah, real nasty. Will you shave all the hair off your pussy and let me write "WHORE" over your cunt with a black Magic Marker, and let Brian and Bill watch?"

"You'd like that, huh? Sure, why not, but you'll have to get me by the clit so it'll look right. I'll let you show off at my expense. Write all you want. I'll be your personal whore for a week. How's that?"

"Just a week?"

"Yes, and that might end before a week's up. I'll decide how long to play along, but I'll set aside one week if you honor your promises. If you're real good and keep my pussy full of fresh sperm, I may extend it indefinitely. We'll see, but I want lots of yummy sperm."

"You'll get all you want, Mom."

"Yes, well, right now, your whore needs more sleep," She yawned and stretched. "You just lie still and keep my pussy plugged... while I... relax... and... zzzzzzzzzz"

One minute passed in silence, then Greg softly said, "Mom?" Ten seconds later and a bit louder, "Mom!"

Bill and Brian poked their heads over the mattress, got the all clear, then stood looking down on the incestuously joined couple. Greg got up on his knees to show them his buried dick, grinning. He said, "Are you guys satisfied, now?"

Brian said, "Sure thing, Greg. I never doubted you, remember?"

"What about you, nigger boy? Who's the boss?"

"You are. Anything you say goes."

"Yeah? Prove it. Get on your knees and suck off Brian like a queer. Swallow his dick juice, too, every drop."

This shocking challenge had Martha wide awake, dying to see what Bill would do. Her eyes strained at the corners of her partially sealed lids. The room was now cast in early morning twilight, and she could see them plainly. Bill said, "Aw, Greg, don't make me do that."

She saw Brian extract a five-inch erection and pose it for the honor. She saw Bill drop to his knees before his brother after getting no reprieve, then to her utter astonishment, she watched Bill's mouth engulf his brother's cock and begin sucking.

Moments later, he was sucking and sputtering, gulping and swallowing. Martha never saw anything so erotic until Bill dutifully licked the softening dick and his own lips, getting every drop of dick juice. He wanted her badly and was taking no chances. He even milked the spent appendage to make certain.

While watching his big brother lick the last drop from the tip of his dick, Brian said, "You suck cock like a true faggot. I knew you'd like to suck my dick, you queer."

Greg said, "Okay, Brian, now it's your turn to do Bill."

"WHAT! But Greg..."

"Do it or else, and don't miss a drop or else. Do it like a true faggot, or you won't be getting any of Mom's pussy."

This put a smile on Bill's face as he fished out a much larger erection, at least seven inches over adult-size balls. Greg dropped to his knees, took the big rod in hand and licked all over the shaft before sucking the bulbous head into his wide mouth.

He made the task look so good. Martha was sorely tempted to end the charade, get down on her knees, and worship her number one son's magnificent dick alongside of Brian. She instantly regretted going along with the game.

She wanted that dick now. She knew she'd never last out a full week. Somehow, she had to convince Greg to start sharing the goodies as soon as possible. She recalled that she did tell him she wanted lots of fresh cum. Well, she decided, however much he could deliver, it would not be enough. The brother that could help out the most was clearly Bill, and he made that more obvious when he exploded in Brian's unprepared mouth. Sperm gushed from the corners of Brian's mouth and the force made him gag.

Sperm came from everywhere, even out his nose, and they were all awed at the volume pouring down Brian's neck. He must not have swallowed any and he took a big squirt right in the face when he backed off to catch a breath. When he hurriedly tried to get reconnected, a shot went up his nose. He backed off and took the last three ropy strands across the forehead in abject surrender.

It was quite a scene, and Brian was quite a mess. He looked sheepishly to his grinning kid brother and said, "I wasn't ready."

"That's tough. Bill gets to go first, but only when I say so. You have to wear his cum for losing, and it still better be there when Mom gets up."

"You're crazy. I can't let Mom see me like this. She'll know what it is."

"Yeah, cause you're gonna tell her. Don't laugh, Bill, cause you're both gonna tell her you like sucking each other off."

"Greg! No! Why?"

"Yes, 'cause I said so. What I say goes, remember? When you guys get hard-ons, let her see you sucking each other off. She'll like seeing that, 'cause she'll know she made you horny, and that'll make her horny, and when she's horny, she'll want me. You better do it, too."

Brian and Bill looked to each other, then shrugged. Brian said, "Okay, Greg, we'll play along, but you'd better be good to us or you'll be on your own, and there's no way you can keep her satisfied by yourself. We might need you, but you need us too."

"Yeah, well, I say you need me more than I need you, so you better do what I say."

Their voices had raised steadily and were almost at normal levels. Before they got any louder or got into a fight, Martha made a stretching motion that ended the discussion and sent the two standing by the bed diving for the door. They were gone when she opened her eyes and said, "You're still on the job, I see. What time is it? Seven ten, already? I must have tossed and turned all night."

"Are you getting up now?"

"Yes, I may as well. I need a shower... no, a hot bath. No more showers for me. Come on, stud, unplug and hop off."

Greg unplugged and got to the floor. As she passed by on the way the bathroom, he said, "Bill and Brian were sucking each other off when I went back to the bedroom, so I came back to stay with you."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, that's how horny you made them."

"I did? I made them so horny they wanted to suck each other's cocks?"

"Yeah. Do you like that?"

"I love it. I'd love to see them do that. Do you suppose they'd let me watch?"

"I can make them do it for you. They're queers. They'll love doing it."

"Oh, I love it. I love watching queers. God, that makes me so horny. Greg, you simply must get them to perform for me. I want to see everything that queers do to each other, everything. I'll be such a good whore for you, Greg, and I'll be satisfied with just your sperm. I wouldn't want to take any away from them."

"No sweat. I'll keep you full, but I'll see that you get some of theirs too. You'll see."

On the far side of the bed, Bill and Brian appeared to be getting root canals without the anesthetic.

She turned to enter the bathroom and Greg said, "Don't forget to shave all the hair off your pussy."

"I didn't forget."

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Martha took extra time making herself pretty, doing her hair and makeup as though getting ready for a hot date, though she'd never been on a hot date. Still, she knew what hot looked like and the yellow dress was hot all by itself. The yellow dress was her first dress purchase since leaving her husband, and she bought it for a hot date.

Cut low in front with a short hem, with a trim, form-hugging waist, she looked hot in the extreme. Worn without a bra and with high heels and nothing on her legs, she looked positively vulgar and she posed before her dresser mirror to study the effect. Stunning, absolutely stunning.

The boys were all up and waiting for her to cook breakfast. Normally, she'd do that in a flannel robe and slippers, then get dressed for work after they all left for school. They'd be surprised.

Martha lifted the front hem to look at her totally denuded pussy again, marveling at the difference removing her small pubic patch made. Now, she had a whore's cunt, a real whore's cunt. All it needed now was a label.

Martha fluffed her cunt innards and made everything wet and juicy. She reached inside the top and twirled her nipples to get them standing tall, then squared her shoulders and looked at her reflection once more before going out. "Oh, you nasty fucking whore! You vulgar bitch."

She turned her back to the mirror and bent from the waist, looking back to see her shiny pussy pouch, her split peach, her hairless cunt, her slut cunt, and she smiled. Folding the waist of the dress under the wide belt worked like a charm to reduce the skirt length to the ridiculous. It only took a slight bend to show pussy. Snipping the elastic of the top also worked like a charm for allowing her tits to hang in the open when she bent forward, although she needed hard nipples to keep the top up when she stood straight. Keeping her nipples stiff was not going to be a challenge.

Ready as she'd ever be, Martha emerged from her room and assumed a sultry sexy pose against the door frame. She was Ann Margaret, only Ann never looked that sexy in her life. The boys never saw their mother look that way, not ever. They all stared with wide eyes, mouths agape, and tongues hanging like Mongoloid idiots. Martha took that as a look of approval and sauntered on up to the table with an exaggerated sway in her feline stride.

Greg sat at her place at the head of the table with Bill and Brian sitting together along Greg's right so that they'd all be facing the bedroom door. Greg was furthest with Brian being closest. Logic and tradition would have her start with Brian for the morning kiss and what-do-you-want-for-breakfast formality. She made straight for the king.

She walked around his chair, twirling a finger in his hair before striking a sexy pose between him and the other two, saying, "Do I look pretty, Greg? I wore this just for you, sweetheart."

"You look like a fucking slut."

Martha heard the sharp intake of breath coming from her rear and smiled to Greg, saying, "I thought you'd like that look. I was trying to look slutty."

"I do, but you don't look slutty enough. Your ass, cunt, and tits need to be showing. Just wear the belt and high heels."

"Well, all right, if that's what you prefer."

She removed the belt, then the dress, then placed the belt back and assumed her sexy pose once again, saying, "How's this, slutty enough?"

"No, you still don't look slutty enough."

He held the marker with the cap off, so Martha said, "How can I look sluttier?"

Greg stood and pushed on her chest until she laid back on the table with her feet still touching the floor. He immediately wrote SLUT in bold letters across her entire chest, turned one tittie into a bull's-eye and turned the other into a clown face with the nipple being the nose, a black nose to match the bull's-eye of the other.

From tits to belly button, he drew his spewing hard-on with balls, his best vulgar cartoon. He dropped to her lower abdomen and wrote WHORE right over the mound from hip bone to hip bone, wrote I LOVE TO FUCK down the right thigh and I'M A SLUT down the other, then pushed both legs up and told her to hold them.

Thrilled beyond her wildest dreams, Martha held her legs wide by holding to the heels of her high heel shoes, launching both brothers from their seats to see the vulgar beaver she presented for Greg's next piece of shithouse graffiti.

Greg turned her cunt into a cartoon face with a vertical smile, then wrote across both inner thighs--FUCK MY CUNT, placing the "M" on the right cunt lip and the "Y" on the left. He then told her to flip over. Martha flipped.

He drew crude drawings all over her back. On her left ass cheek, he wrote, FUCK MY ASS. On the right, he wrote, CUM IN MY CUNT. Down the backs of both legs, he wrote, FUCK ME, I'M A WHORE and LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK. For a final touch, he had her pull her cheeks apart so he could turn her coral-pink anal rosebud into a jet-black bull's-eye. Then, he fucked her ass and came in her cunt.

While getting her ass royally reamed with a small pair of big balls slapping her in the pussy, the thought occurred to Martha that Robby had nothing on her little Greg. While lifting up and pulling her cunt lips open for the cum shot, the thought occurred to her that Sandra had nothing on her. Bill and Brian were thinking the same thing, Ann Margaret neither.

After creaming her slut twat, Greg slapped her ass and told her to get down. Martha, like a slapped slut, eased down off the table as Brian and Bill returned to their seats, scratching their heads and mumbling to themselves. Martha smiled behind their backs then returned to the same spot to assume the same sexy pose, saying, "Is this better, now, darling?"

"Yeah, now you look like a fucking slut. Turn around all the way, real slow. Yeah, stick out your slut pussy. Actually, you look like a fucked slut."

Martha looked down to her spermy pussy and spermy legs and had to agree. After assuming a wide variety of vulgar poses designed to exhibit her spermy pussy, Greg released her to do her breakfast duties.

She went to Bill, bent low to kiss his forehead, placing two comical boobies in his face as she said, "What would you like for breakfast, Bill?"

While staring at her tits, he said, "Bacon and eggs."

She went around to Brian and gave him the same treatment. While watching his kid brother's semen slip from between creamy cunt lips, he said, "Same here."

She then went to Greg, tilted his head up and gave him the French kiss to end all French kisses--long, deep, and continuous, then eased off to say, "What would you like to eat, darling?"

"I want to eat your cunt with butter and syrup, but wash it first."

Martha kissed him and said, "Anything you want, darling." She returned to the bedroom, slow and sexy, stopped at the door, wiggled her ass, then disappeared.

Once in the bathroom, leaning back on a closed door, she let out a long breath in one word: FFFFFFUCK!

In the dinning room, a pair of long-breath FFFFFFUCKS joined hers. Greg beamed.

Martha gave herself a whore's douche by squatting in the tub and pressing her cunt to the flow with her hand cupped to direct water up her snatch, a trick she learned from her Aunt Ellen. Church people don't like sloppy seconds after dogs or pigs. She also ran her eyes over Greg's graffiti and was reminded of her mother's work, only she used red lipstick and drew better pictures. No one could freehand a little girl impaled on a stallion's cock like dear old Mom. This was like old times and gave Martha tingles.

Martha returned fresh and clean, smiled as she passed by the table, then got a stick of butter from the fridge and the bottle of maple syrup from the cupboard. She went to the head of the table, reclined in front of Greg, then made a big beaver that again launched the brothers.

Martha waited until Bill and Brian were in positions at either hip before sliding the stick up her hole. She pinched the very end and fucked herself, quickly rounding off the square edges under awed expressions. When she had a round stick the size of a hot dog and melted butter running down to smother her anal bull's-eye, she drew the stick out and ran it over all of her pink cunt innards making them greasy.

She then set the butter down and picked up the syrup. She poured syrup straight into her hole, then all inside the slit, set the bottle down and said, "There you are, darling, buttered and syrupy pussy, fresh and warm just for you."

Greg wolfed down his breakfast while Martha squirmed under his slavishly sucking mouth. He took fifteen minutes to finish his breakfast, induced three orgasms, and had his mother masturbating at the end. When he finished, Bill said, "I think I'll have what Greg had."

Martha swung her legs to the side and hopped down, saying, "No substitutions. Besides, I understand you and Brian have discovered your homosexuality. I wouldn't dream of feeding either of you pussy. That would not be kosher food for cock suckers."

Greg laughed. Brian started to say, "But, Mom, we're not really..." Then caught himself, looked to Greg, then said, "All that hungry. Cereal will be fine." Bill said, "Me, too."

Martha embraced both boys, hugging them together, saying, "Great. I'd rather not cook. I must say, I am thrilled at this news, about you two being queers. I think male homosexuality is so sexy, I mean just the idea of a boy with another boy's cock in his mouth... well, I get goose bumps... and boys kissing like lovers do... oh god, I just love it. I'm so glad you two have each other. Kiss for me--would you--please?"

Dread and abject mortification was on both faces as Greg said, "Yeah, kiss like you guys do in the bedroom. Show Mom how you like to French kiss while playing with each other's dicks. Show her or else."

Martha stepped back and added, "Please, please do. Don't be shy. Here, let me get your dicks out."

The boys stood and watched their mother free their hard dicks, then step back expectantly, but it was Greg's threatening glare from behind her that made them reach for each other's dicks and bring their lips together. More threatening looks had them Frenching. More had them in a passionate embrace, jacking each other off.

Martha got on her knees and caught their loads without touching her mouth to their dicks. When she stood, she kissed half into each boy's mouth and then said, "There you go. Enjoy. Go ahead and swallow. I know how much queers love sperm."

First Brian gulped, then Bill. While they ate their cereal, Greg reclined nude on the table between them. She sucked him off the way she sucked off dogs for her mother: visual, energetic, long, deep, taking the full load in her mouth. Naturally, she gave half to Brian and half to Bill. Sperm didn't seem to go well with Fruit Loops.

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Bill and Brian stuck with their roles and got better and better as the day progressed. By noon, you couldn't tell they weren't two queers that were madly in love with each other. Greg got all the pussy, ass, and mouth he wanted and his dick was in one or the other all day long.

Brian and Bill fucked each other in the ass while watching their kid brother get the works from the sexiest woman they ever saw, which kept their dicks hard, and they took hard dicks out on each other. One hour before Robby was due at four, they were all fucked out, worn out, and sick of sex, homo or hetero.

Greg wasn't much better and wanted Martha to leave his dick alone, go wash all that shit off, and get dressed in decent clothes. He also told her to stop acting like a slut. Martha pouted, acted reluctant, went off, and got decent. Once behind the bathroom door, she cracked a huge smile.

Martha soaked in a hot tub, reflecting on the past twenty-four hours of almost non-stop sex, the countless orgasms she'd had, and the many erotic sights she'd seen. She hadn't had such a day since she was twelve when the Crusaders for Christ had their convention in New Orleans. Without eels and snakes, that would be tough to top.

Martha laid back and reflected on that bizarre convention. The six-foot long, two-headed king snake alone made that tough to top. You rarely find a king snake that doesn't mind being fed tail first up a little girl's ass, content to ride with just six inches of his two-headed head sticking out, but Ellen found one in New Orleans. Finding men to fuck her with the snake up her ass was another challenge. With two mouths full of tiny fangs for two tender balls, most men had trouble getting it up.

They found plenty that wanted pictures of her pussy full of eels with the snake sticking out of her ass. That was kinda fun. Being bound so severely wasn't. A little girl's feet weren't meant to be taped flat together behind her head with her arms wrapped around the legs and taped behind her back. With a constricting snake five and a half feet up her colon, that can get damned uncomfortable, damned quick. Still, it was a Kodak moment worth a hundred bucks for almost a hundred horny Shutterbugs for Christ.

Martha thought about her mother and all the far-out kinky shit she got into back then. It didn't take much to get her into it, either. She often wondered where it might have led if her father hadn't walked in on a rehearsal with a goat and married her off in a hurry. The stallion was next, and they were serious.

Her mother still had those kinky desires, not as bad as when Ellen was around and pushing, but they were still there and wouldn't take much to bring them to the surface. She ached to have her pussy sucked once again and was dying to take a long, slow piss in her mouth.

Her horny and sexually frustrated mother hinted enough while they lived under their roof for five months following the divorce. Almost everything Martha was likely to put in her mouth reeked of pussy. Food, utensils, cups, glasses, her toothbrush, all were slyly wiped in maternal pussy. And at dinner, Martha got served her favorite--lemonade with no pulp or sugar and warm. Martha knew what it was, but drank it anyway rather than create an embarrassing scene or contradict her smiling mother.

"How is your lemonade, dear?"

"Fine, Mother."

"Hey, Mom, can I try some."

"No, dear. Drink your milk."

Martha smiled as she recalled the many recent dinners when she drank piss from a glass and ate pussy carrots with a pussy fork, giving her mother a cheap thrill with no one being the wiser. It might be kinda nice to tickle her fancy once again, fuck a dog or two, maybe a stallion--possibly. Ummm, a stallion. All that cock. I wonder who she'd get to watch? Greg, Brian, and Bill would top her list for sure. She'd love to debase a mother in front of her sons. Ummm, a stallion. Yes, they'd love that. I think it's time we paid Grandma a friendly visit.

She put stallions out of her mind and began scrubbing off graffiti. Robby would arrive soon and she had to look decent. She didn't know why. He'd love seeing what Greg wrote. Greg was getting too possessive, taking that darling shit seriously. The boy was falling in love, and no one wants a slut lover. That had to be it, and Martha knew she had to nip that in the bud right away. She stopped scrubbing. It wasn't coming off anyway.

Martha dressed in her work clothes--a modest skirt, a long-sleeve blouse, sensible shoes, bra and panties, but still some letters showed below the knee-length hemline and in the center of her chest. The L and U of SLUT showed with the two top buttons open, the way she normally wore a blouse. WHORE was on one calf, COCK was on the other, and when she sat, you could see FUCK and CUNT above the knees. Robby would have a field day just with what he could see. Tough shit.

Martha had a plan, squared her shoulders, then marched out and called her younguns together. Bill and Brian came holding hands and Martha slapped their hands apart, saying, "Stop doing that. I know you two aren't queer. GREG, get in here!"

Greg came from his room and yelled, "What do you want, slut?"

Martha waited until he came within reach, then slapped him to his ass. He sat rubbing a bright red spot on his cheek, wearing an expression that said, "What the fuck was that for?"

Martha dragged him to his feet and said, "You kids listen and listen close. I am nobody's slut, certainly nobody in this apartment. I played along to see how far you sex maniacs would take this, and I must say, I am shocked. Brian and Bill, you two should be ashamed of yourselves. No one needs pussy that badly. Honestly, you boys, all three of you, are pathetic. You all need slut girlfriends.

"Evidently, motherhood is not sacred to any of you, and you respect me the way your respect your socks. I'm just something you cum in, something to wipe your dicks on, something to share and pass around, or keep all to yourself."

Greg, still rubbing, said, "God, Mom, it was just a game."

"Well, get this straight, and get it good. I am your mother. You are my sons. I will decide who I have sex with, and if I choose one of you, consider yourself lucky. Don't brag about it. Don't rub anyone's nose in it. Do the best job you can, and hope I choose you again. If you aren't chosen, don't pout. You have no right to be a mother fucker anyway. You certainly have no right to be proud of it regardless of what Robby says. Robby is a mother fucker and if that were general knowledge, he'd be a laughing stock. He's not bragging to anyone else, is he?"

Brian said, "He is in Mrs. Elder's class."

"Yes, well, Judy Elders is a slut, a real slut. Unfortunately, she's not a mother with three boys. I wish she were. She'd keep her philosophies to herself. The point is, I have no qualms about committing incest. You three obviously don't, so we will be fucking from now on, when I say and with whom I choose, and the only people I want knowing that are us, Robby, Sandra, and my mother."

Bill said, "You want Grandma to know?"

"Yes, she'll be thrilled to hear all about it from each of you, so tell her the truth. Tell it down and dirty. The nastier you get, the more she'll love it."

Brian said, "Wow! Say, Mom, Judy Elders wants all the guys in class to fuck their mothers and report it to the class. I don't want to be the only one that says I can't do it."

"I had no idea she was that into it. Sandra mentioned she'd be teaching sex education in the raw, but that's down and dirty. I approve. Okay, if everyone is doing it, go ahead. You may be one by tomorrow. We'll see how things go tonight. Frankly, you all look too pooped to pop. I think Robby will have me all to himself."

Greg said, "Are you really going to let him fuck you?"

"With all this shit you wrote on me, I doubt I'll be able to stop him. This crap doesn't wash off. It wears off, and I have to work at the bank tomorrow with WHORE, SLUT, FUCK, and CUNT showing."

Bill said, "We could block in the letters so it can't be read."

"I thought of that, but I think I'll leave them. The customers won't be able to see, and the girls I work with will get a big charge out of it. Mr. Branson will probably call me to his office and want to see it all. Who knows; I might get a raise out of it. I know I'll get a rise."

Greg said, "Mom, you're talking like a slut, now--DON'T HIT ME!"

"I wasn't going to hit you. I am a slut; at least, I am now. I like being called a slut, but you'd better be smiling when you try it."

Greg smiled and said, "You slut."

Martha kissed him, smiled, and said, "Thank you. If anyone would know, you would, you mother fucker."

That had them laughing. Martha halted their laughs to say, "Look, Robby will be here soon and I'd like to play this straight. You boys go put regular clothes on and rejoin me at the dining table. We'll discuss it there."

The boys were back after a brief absence and everyone took their usual places. Martha called the meeting to order and said, "Okay, here's how we're going to play this. The three of you raped me last night. You tied me up while I was sleeping, then raped me and wrote all this shit on me. You missed school today because when I got free, I put you all on restriction, kept you home, and lectured you about the proper way to treat women, and mothers in particular. We now have an uneasy truce, but I know I'll have to sleep with one eye open."

Bill said, "So, we're still bad but you're tying to make us be good by reasoning with us."

"That's it exactly. I know I'm no match for all three of you, so I have to be very careful with my limited power to control you. I'm trying like hell to get along and be friends, and I'm doing good until Robby shows up and influences you to be bad boys again. Do you guys know about this Truth or Dare thing he plans to pull?"

Bill said, "Yeah, do you?"

"Yes, Sandra told me all about it. I love it. I want to play. I will let myself get suckered into that game with no way out, bound by my promises. Let Robby set the pace, but when things get heavy, I want you guys to lay it on me thick, anything goes, the filthier the better, and I'll give you a tip. I love being pissed on and I drink piss like lemonade. By the way, Grandma's lemonade is piss right from her pussy."

All wide eyes said, "Mom, are you serious?" but Brian said the words.

"I am dead serious. No one pisses in a toilet tonight. I am the toilet. Let's try to keep this in the kitchen or dining room. We can't be getting piss on the carpet or furniture. Drink lots of fluids. We have plenty of Kool Aid, and I can empty myself when I get full, so keep filling me up."

Greg said, "Mom, this is great. I love it."

"Everyone does. As far as I can tell, it's the universal turnon, both for those receiving and those watching. I don't know about those doing it, but I learned to love it. Tonight, I'll act like I hate it, can't drink another drop, but just keep pumping me full of piss. My belly will bloat out to here and I'll slosh when I move. Robby will love it and so will Sandra when she shows up with her friend, or friends. You guys will get to see your mother sucking on pussies. I'm sure you'll all like seeing that."

They let her know she was right in no uncertain terms. She laughed and said, "I haven't sucked a cunt since I was thirteen, but I suck a mean one and I'm dying to get back into it. Wait till you see what your mother can do with a pussy. If you think I suck cock good, you haven't seen anything. I can make a woman piss when she doesn't want to piss and get every drop that's in her bladder. Of course, with Sandra and any woman she's likely to bring, I doubt that will be much of a challenge."

Bill said, "Mom, you're too much. Where did you learn all this stuff?"

"Your dead Aunt Ellen and your Grandmother. I certainly didn't learn anything from your father, not your biological father, I'm talking about your reverend Daddy. By the way, you are all bastards. I had a hard time adjusting to one man with a little dick. Mom raised me to be a bisexual slut, and he made me be a good Christian wife. He wouldn't even let me suck and fuck the animals. I like slut better."

Wide-eyed Greg said, "You sucked and fucked animals? What kind of animals?"

"Dogs, goats, pigs, snakes, eels, rams, monkeys, chimps, llamas, ponies, a donkey, frogs, tadpoles, geese, roosters, raccoons, a black leopard, just about any animal Mom could get in my cunt, up my ass, or down my throat. Hold on. I know you have a million questions. Save it for Truth or Dare. I'll tell the truth."

Greg said, "Tadpoles? How do you fuck a tadpole?"

"You don't, but thirty-three bullfrog tadpoles will fit in a little girl's cunt. A hundred will go up her ass, and she can swallow dozens without throwing up. They get fucked if they wind up in her ass or belly, and the ones in her pussy she has to suck out and swallow, so they get fucked, too. That's how you fuck a tadpole, and I have fucked thousands of bullfrog tadpoles. We lived in South Florida, and you can always find plenty of bullfrog tadpoles in South Florida--leeches, eels, and slugs, too."

Brian was the most fascinated, so he spoke first, saying, "You said you sucked them out? How could you suck them out of your own pussy?"

"I knew I should have kept quiet. All right, since we have to wait on Robby, I'll tell you all about the tadpoles. My Aunt Ellen, your grandmother's sister, liked to put on perverted demonstrations for people. Bestiality along with cunt and piss sucking were favorites. The tadpoles were a big hit as an opening act, a warm up. Bullfrog tadpoles are big, as big as a man's thumb, thick and slimy. They get in your body and squirm all around. She loved shoving tadpoles up my cunt just to watch me squirm. One would do it, three were better, a dozen was best. More than a dozen and they're too cramped to do much squirming.

"She'd put a dozen up my cunt, put tight panties on me, then make me go to church or school. Eventually, they'd all die, but not for hours, and while they were alive, they drove me crazy. She loved doing shit like that to me. Usually, one or two would wriggle out of my pussy and be trapped in the crotch of my panties where they'd wriggle like crazy against my clit. Try sitting through a boring sermon between your mother and father, having one orgasm after another while trying not to show it.

"Try standing up in front of a class full of students and reciting the Gettysburg Address with three tadpoles doing a death throe on your clit. They all thought I had to pee so bad that I'd grab my pussy, so the teacher would send me to the bathroom. When I got there, I peed through my panties because I didn't dare take a chance of losing one into the toilet bowl. Once they hit that water, they're gone. If Aunt Ellen put twelve in, she wanted to see twelve bodies or I got the belt."

Greg said, "Wow, Mom, Aunt Ellen was a cool lady. That's neat."

"I didn't think so at the time, but you're right, it is neat. The trouble is, neat wasn't enough. With her, if one is good, two is twice as good, ten is super good. She decided I needed some up my ass, so she gave me a deep enema to clear my shit out and poured several dozen into my ass along with the water they needed to swim and survive in. Those would last all day and swim all through my insides from my asshole to my stomach. I couldn't even shit them out because I dare not drop my panties. My whole body felt alive and crawling, but that wasn't enough, so she made me swallow a dozen live ones so my belly would be crawling with them, too."

Bill said, "How could you swallow a live tadpole?"

"Back then, if my Aunt Ellen told me to eat a dog turd off the sidewalk, I knelt and ate. She just put the tadpole on a spoon and said open wide. She dumped that wriggling, squirming thing in my mouth and said, swallow. I swallowed. Later, she fed them to me from her pussy. She'd stuff one in and I'd suck it out and swallow.

"In the act she worked out, they held me upside down with my legs in the splits, then poured a gallon of tadpoles into my empty ass and also filled my pussy. They set me on my back and I had to suck them from my cunt and swallow what I sucked out. Back then, I was very limber and could lick my own asshole, so sucking my own cunt wasn't that hard. I could use my gut muscles to squeeze them to the top, then simply slurp whatever wriggled out. It was a huge hit with the perverted church elders, but it was the normal, everyday, run-of-the-mill, church ladies that went absolutely bonkers when they'd see that.

"Ellen used the tadpoles to break the ice with the nice ladies that got tricked into watching a child being sexually molested. They'd see that first tadpole being pushed, wriggling and squirming up my little hairless pussy, then watch me go from a crying, begging, pleading little angel to a writhing, masturbating, little slut. They never said another word of protest after that. They'd be all eyes and juicy twats, eager to see more, and before the tadpole act was through, a sweet little old lady would let an elder shove a tadpole up her pussy for me to suck out in a large crowd that was mostly men.

"That's how you make a lady take a piss in a little girl's mouth, and it's an excellent way to turn a lady into a tramp, and that's how Aunt Ellen corrupted my Mom and the whole congregation. After Mom fed me three dozen tadpoles from her cunt and filled me with her piss before a roomful of church people, she was hooked solid and didn't need Ellen to indulge herself. All she needed was tadpoles and a full bladder."

Bill said, "Wow, it's hard to picture Grandma doing that."

"She ran the shows after that and Ellen set them up. Thousands of tadpoles died in my belly, and every one came from a pussy first, mine or someone else's. I eventually sucked off every female member of the church that was over the age of twelve with the exception of a few very old ones. Church services became just another sex show, and it was during the service that I serviced the women and girls who were of age. Basically, those who had entered puberty, close to a hundred."

Brian said, "Didn't that make you sick?"

"No, but it made my knees and jaws ache. If tadpoles stayed in my belly too long, yes, but I usually purged my bellyful when the show was over, just like I do with piss."

"Yeah, but what about all those tadpoles you ate and piss you drank, and how could anyone drink that much piss?"

"A full belly of piss or tadpoles will make you queasy if you have to digest it. Mom didn't care if I purged tadpoles, and the same for piss as long as no one saw, including her. She liked the idea of me having to digest her piss, so I only purged her piss if I had to drink a lot from a lot of different people. Mostly, it was to make room for more. Her piss alone I can handle with no sweat."

Bill, looking skeptical, said, "What about this thing you did during church service? I mean, that seems so weird. I mean, that had to be a lot of piss if even half pissed in you. That can't be the same church we went to."

"The very same. Almost all of them pissed, and they weren't shy about it. Keep in mind that by this time, they'd all seen shows, lots of them. Whole families watched. It was all out in the open. I was a sex angel. They all bought into it, or went along is more like it. I don't think anyone seriously bought that bullshit, not even Mom. She wanted to believe it and so did everyone else, but that took time before the whole congregation was onboard and we could move the sex into the service.

"During church service, Mom followed along in the aisle and dragged a big bucket along. When I got to the aisle, I purged into the bucket, then started down another aisle.

"The church service thing started with me doing a few women, then a few more, then more joined in until by the time I was twelve, everybody was into it and church service was like a show. I was the only one that stayed naked. They locked the doors and everyone stayed in their seats until I came to them. The service was a real service with sermons, prayers, and hymns being sung, only there was a traveling sex act going on. You could tell where the act was by looking to see where all the heads were turned, or seeing where Mom was in the aisle."

Greg said, "Did the women show their cunts or did you just get under their dresses?"

"In the early days, it was all hush-hush and people wouldn't stare. I'd get under skirts and do my thing, then move on. No female wore anything under her dress, and they all wore those loose, formless, ankle-length dresses, just like they still do. Some of the older ladies wouldn't show anything and just lifted the dress for me to get under, but the young ones with nice bodies to show off, took advantage and showed off, accidentally on purpose letting those around them see. Really bold ones put on quite an exhibition, and that got sanctioned from the pulpit.

"Things got progressively more vulgar each Sunday, and each time, the vulgarity was sanctioned and encouraged. In my last year, they'd stand, pull the dress off, then sit and lay their legs over the laps of those beside them. It didn't matter who was beside them, either; husbands, fathers, young sons, little daughters, babies. I was a sex angel sent from God as a blessing on His church, a gift to His faithful, a reward for a life of sexual abstinence and excessive modesty. My services were sanctioned from the pulpit giving any female a temporary license to be free and vulgar. Females were encouraged to get it out of their system in God's house."

Brian said, "I'll bet that made the husbands and fathers mad."

"The men had so many sluts to chose from, they didn't give a shit. Everyone was fucking everyone, and everyone knew it. They just didn't openly admit it. Besides, husbands couldn't say anything if they wanted to. Boyfriends couldn't say anything. Some would stand on the seat of the pew and fuck my face or piss so that everyone knew they were pissing. They'd masturbate, fuck themselves with dildos, get into gymnastic poses, whatever they felt like doing, they did. They used this time to drum up business for their pussies, showing the men what they had to offer and what they could do. Some hardly paid any attention to me, and they didn't want me getting in the way."

Greg said, "How could they fuck themselves with you eating their pussies?"

"I waited until they finished. As soon as I touched them they could start, and after they got off and I cleaned them with my mouth, sucking their piss if they wanted that, too, then I'd move on and they'd have to get dressed and sit down. If they wanted to get off, they had to hurry, because Mom was the time keeper. When she tinkled her bell, they had one minute remaining. When she tinkled again, I'd have to go to the next. Most of them just wanted the piss sucked out of them while they rubbed their clitties. If they made it, great; if not, better luck next time."

Bill said, "Didn't you do anything for the guys?"

"I fucked them all a hundred times over. Any male member of the church could come to our house at any time, day or night, and fuck me any way they wanted to fuck me, as many times as they could. That was put out over the pulpit on my eleventh birthday."

Greg said, "Happy birthday, huh?"

"It was for my mother. She got to watch every single one. The guys were well taken care of, Bill. The church thing was just for the girls, and that was like a pacifier. For three minutes a week, they could do what the men could do all week long. They made up for it, though. They took it out on the little bitch that was getting all their cock."

Greg said, "Did you fuck Grandpa, too?"

"No, your Grandfather hated this and dropped out when he found out about the shows. He didn't buy that sex angel crap. He saw it for what it was and wanted nothing to do with it, the church, or Mom while she went along with it and turned our home into a free whorehouse and his little darling into a whore for Christ."

Bill said, "I'm surprised they never got a divorce."

"They almost did. They didn't sleep in the same room or even speak to each other from the time I was eleven until he married me off to a visiting preacher after finding out about the bestiality and them getting me pregnant by a black man just for kicks. That was his last straw. It was done and I was gone before anyone could do a damn thing about it. He still isn't over it, and Mom is still pissed. Half the people in the church still won't speak to him, though he returned to the church right after I left. He stole their sex angel, and they never got another one from what I understand."

Bill said, "No wonder everyone looks at you so funny. They think their sex angel is back."

"Yes, and she is back as soon as Mom finds out about this. Dad will just have to accept it, but this time, I think he will. He knows what the lemonade is, and I know damn well that some of that was his. He'd like to get some of this fine sex angel pussy this time around. I've seen how he looks at my legs. He wants it almost as badly as you two phony cock suckers."

Bill said, "Mom, you're incredible. You really had a rough childhood, didn't you?"

"From ten to thirteen, yes. Before that, it was typical, so normal it was boring. The rough parts were very rough, but a lot of great experiences were mixed in to balance things out. All in all, I wouldn't want to go back and change anything if I had to change it all. What I suffered was worth it. Nothing done by Mom was done with malice. Mom was nasty, filthy nasty, and I loved almost all of it. Most of the really bad stuff was her sister's doing which Mom never knew about and still doesn't. She never will, because I'll never tell and Ellen went back to Hell where she came from."

Greg said, "What bad stuff did she do?"

"Bad bad, evil bad, but I'm not going to entertain you with it, so forget it, and those questions are off limits during Truth or Dare unless you want me to tell a lie and get challenged so that I'll be forced to take a dare from each of you."

[knock knock knock]

"Okay, that's Robby. Bill, why don't you go out in the hall and fill him in. You have a good grasp of the situation. Don't tell him about tadpoles and fuck shows. Just tell him about the rape and my desire to patch things up and get along. Tell him you already got me to agree to a friendly game of Truth or Dare, that I understand all the rules, and made all the pledges and we're just waiting on him. That'll speed things along nicely."

"I understand."

Bill went out and Martha addressed the others. "Remember, you did a very bad thing last night and I made you feel badly about it, so look that way. Greg, you need to be extra cool. You go overboard at the slightest provocation, and you always try to be cool in front of Robby. For once, act your age, will you?"

"I'm so ashamed of myself, Mom. I'm the one that wrote all that shit on you. Tell him that, okay? I am so ashamed because, now, it won't come off."

"All right, you ham, I'll give you credit, but keep your cool or I'll also tell him that I had to tell you there was a W in WHORE, and where it went."

"It still don't look right to me. It looks like wahore. Mom, I already need to piss."

"Just hold it. I'm sure the piss will be flowing freely as soon as we get the game underway. Robby won't waste any time once Bill gets him filled in."

The door opened and Robby strode confidently in with an erection leading the way. At least it was still in his jeans. Wearing a wicked grin, he came up behind Martha and peered down on her from over her right shoulder, reaching from both sides for the opening of the blouse, saying, "I hear we had a hard night last night. I see somebody's been using you as a writing pad. Let's have a look."

Martha grabbed his hands, but not hard enough to prevent him from exposing her SLUT and popping the third button down, which exposed the creamy upper swells of her breasts--the upper crest of a four-ring bull's-eye on one and a pair of eyes on the other. She pleaded, "Robby, please! We don't need to be reminded of last night."

"What's that on your right boob?"

"It's a bull's-eye. Robby, please!"

"Let me see."

"If I show you, will you behave yourself?"

"Show them both."

Martha unbuttoned her blouse, then pulled the cups down, showing both, then covering them after two seconds of exposure to Robby's laughing eyes. "Hey, that's pretty good. Who did that?"

While she buttoned up, she said, "Greg did. Greg did all the writing and drawing."

"Hey, way ta go, kid. Did you get her snatch, too?"

"Yeah, and her asshole, too..." Greg seemed to catch himself, looked to his mother's disapproving face, then hung his head and said, "I'm so ashamed. I thought it would wash off. Now, my mom has to go to work with all that nasty stuff on her body, and everyone's going to laugh at her, and her boss will make her strip naked, and then he'll fuck her whenever he feels like it from now on, all because of me."

Martha thought, "The ham."

Robby patted him on the back and said, "Good job, kid. You just made your mother a whore. That's something to be proud of, not be ashamed of. You should stand on your chair and take a bow."

Greg stood on his chair and took dramatic bows to each person in turn, including the unhappy whore who glared at him from the head of the table.

Martha was pissed but not too pissed. It was just a game and not all that important any longer. Robby pulled up a chair on her right side next to Greg. Bill sat across from her, and Brian sat on her left. Robby reached under the table and patted her leg rather high up on her FUCK, but wasn't looking where he patted as he said, "Since I'm the guest of honor, I get to start out. Martha, have you ever sucked off a pony?"

Martha made a face of absolute shame and mortification as she glared at Bill before covering her face in both hands, crying out, "How could you ask me such a thing? This is supposed to be a friendly game. That question is sick and perverted."

"Yes, and if you lie, I'll know you lied. Me and Mom paid your mother a friendly visit after we left here last night. We had to tell her you'd been a naughty girl and got your pussy burned. We thought she might want to kiss it and make it better."

Martha drew her hands down and gave Bill an apologetic look, then looked to Robby with her best look of dread, saying, "You... you, talked to my mom?"

"Yes, we had a long talk. She brought out the family albums, all twenty of them, and showed us a dozen movies, maybe two dozen. We were there till three in the morning. It's a good thing your daddy turns in early and sleeps like a rock. He doesn't know about the special albums and movies. I'm sure your sons would love to see them, and guess what? Granny is going to show them."

"Oh god, no!"

"Oh god, yes. Now, Martha. Let's play a friendly game of Truth or Dare. Did you ever suck off a pony and swallow his fucking load in front of fifty people, naked, while you fucked yourself with a giant fake dick?"

Martha hung her head and nodded. Robby said, "I'll buy that. Your turn, Martha."

Martha waited for the laughter and talking to die down, then raised her head, squared her shoulders, and tried to put on a good face. She looked to Greg and said, "Truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

"All right, I dare you to stand on your seat and recite the Lord's Prayer."

"Aw, Mom, that's not a good dare."

"I don't care. That's what I want, and I'd like you to think about the words."

Greg angrily stood on the seat and rattled off the prayer at record speed, then plopped down and said, "Now, it's my turn and I hope you take truth, Mother. Truth or dare?"

"Wait, you have to pick someone else. I just had a turn."

Robby said, "You can pick anyone you want when it's your turn. Which do you want--truth or dare?"

"I uh... I... [looking around from eager eye to eager eye, then to Greg's vengeful eyes] I'll take a dare."

Greg stood, took his pants off, stood on the table and walked to his mother, then stood with widely-planted feet and hands on hips with his semi-erect cock directly overhead. After a dramatic pause while Martha gulped, he said with a big smile, "I dare you to get naked and stand on your clothes with your hands behind your back, then suck my mother fucking cock and keep on sucking my mother fucking cock no matter what comes out until I say you can stop, you fucking whore."

"Greg, you wouldn't! You couldn't. You can't be serious! [Turning to Robby] Robby, this can't be a legitimate dare in a friendly game. I was assured that these dares would not be sexual in nature. They all promised before I gave my word."

"I don't think that dare is sexual and I think that's very friendly. He even smiled while he made the dare and he's still smiling, but if you want it put it to a vote, majority rules."

Martha raised her hand high and addressed Brian and Bill, saying, "Well I vote that it's very sexual. Bill, Brian, we agreed. Raise your hands... Brian... Bill? You guys, come on! You know this is sexual. For god's sake, you know he plans to pee in my mouth. Raise your hands... please raise your hands... Brian?... Bill."

Robby said, "Now, all in favor of the dare being friendly and legitimate, raise your hands." Martha looked at four hands held high and her face sank. Good act. "Strip, Martha, or hand over four hundred bucks."

Martha scowled at each in turn, but stripped while scowling, then stood on the clothes, placed her hands behind her back, stared at the penis she had to get on tiptoes to reach with her mouth, then reached and sucked it in, making a sour face as she sucked on his noodle, and the others crowded around her with Robby checking out all the rest of her graffiti.

Greg let out a long relief ahhh. Martha's cheeks bulged as she moaned ughh in agonized shame, the piss overflowed her mouth and ran down her front to drip off her pussy or run down her legs to wet her clothes. Robby said, "Hold up, Greg. Time out."

Martha spit the dick out of her mouth and settled quickly to her heels. She spit and said, "Oh god that was disgusting!"

To Martha he said, "I thought you should know, the rules say, once a person loses their clothes, they have to play the remainder of the game while standing on their seat. You're not going to want to put these clothes back on if you soak them with piss, and those are the only clothes you can wear. It's up to you."

"Are you suggesting that I swallow his urine?"

"Unless you know another way. If you don't swallow, everything that leaks out winds up on your clothes. If you don't mind wearing pissy clothes, don't swallow."

"Oh, you bastard! [looking up to Greg's smiling face] And you. I'm going to remember this. You will rue the day you ever peed in my mouth."

"Okay, Greg, go ahead and finish. Martha, get that dick back in your mouth and start sucking."

Martha raised up and caught the dick and resumed sucking, now making an even better face of revulsion. This time, when her cheeks bulged, she started swallowing, and swallowed steadily as Greg took a long slow piss, making his relief noises all through it while she made noises of disgust--sucking and swallowing all the while.

The boys stood fascinated, watching her stretched throat swallow while her mouth nursed on the pissing dick. She looked like a hungry calf nursing at a sour teat. At the end, after draining his noodle, she continued sucking, only now, she sucked an erect cock, or rather kept up a suction while it fucked her mouth.

Robby shoved a finger up her ass, patted her belly, and teased, "Umm, yummy piss, now we'll get some yummy boy cum to go with it."

To anyone looking on, she looked like a woman going through motherhood hell, having to stretch up to offer her mouth for a fuck while getting her ass and cunt probed. The graffiti alone shown in the position she had to assume would have been enough to drive any ordinary mother into the deepest hole where she would just lie in a fetal ball until someone mercifully pushed the dirt in. Martha was loving it while not showing it, a skill she learned at the age of ten and never forgot.

Martha got a meager offering of sperm but made it look like ball blast. She made two dribbly squirts look like a dozen manly jets. She impressed Robby and that made Greg beam. Greg his limp dick from her mouth and returned to his seat, laughing as Martha examined the damage to her clothes. Everything had wet spots but was wearable, so the game had to wait while she dressed fully and took her seat, looking angry, embarrassed, pissed in, and fucked in the mouth. She looked around the table, then chose Brian, firing, "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth?"

"Have you ever sucked Bill's penis?"

"No, never."

Martha slammed her fist on the table and shouted, "I challenge that! I say you're lying."

Robby said, "Okay, let's vote. Majority rules. Raise your hand if you think Brian is lying."

Only Martha had her hand up and she was furious, shouting, "That's not fair! They all saw him do it..."

Robby interrupted, saying, "It don't matter. The vote is what counts. Now, you have to take a dare from Robby."

"But I choose truth. I am not taking anymore dares."

"Tough, you challenged and lost. You must take a dare from the person you challenged. Well, Brian. What's your dare?"

Martha turned pleading eyes on Brian, laid her hand on his and sweetly said, "Brian, sweetheart, remember our talk, and remember our agreement. Don't be influenced by Greg and Robby. You're a good decent boy, Brian. I'm your mother, sweetheart. Please remember that. Okay, dear, what is your dare?"

Brian grinned devilishly, then said, "Stand on your chair and piss yourself, then use all of your clothes to wipe it all up."

"BRIAN! NO!"

Robby helped Martha onto her seat amid all the laughing jeers, then all eyes were on her legs and crotch, waiting. Martha stood with her face buried in her hands, legs together, dragging out the tension. Someone raised her skirt so they could see her panties, and someone else poked a finger at her pussy as though that would start the flow, and when more fingers joined in the poking, it did.

The boys hooted and hollered as the amber flow wet the panties and ran down both legs. They poked at her pissing pussy and wiped their wet fingers on dry parts of her body. They cupped her pissing pussy and threw or smeared piss on her blouse and skirt. They were being very bad boys, showing her no respect whatsoever. They even honked her hooters, and all moms hate when their kids do that.

She pretended to sob while they soiled her with her own waste, then slowly stopped sobbing after the flow stopped and the abuse tailed off. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and began stripping, ignoring the boys as she did so. She then used her clothes to wipe up all the piss, marched to the kitchen trash can, and threw them all away except for the sensible shoes which she rinsed and set on the counter. She then returned to her chair, mounted it, and stood naked with four amused male sets of eyes devouring her graffiti-clad female form, still wet from piss, titties red from excessive honking. She said, "Now, it's my turn."

Robby corrected, "No, Brian gets to pick the next player, since he was challenged and won."

Martha folded her arms in mock frustration as Brian picked Bill. Bill said, "Okay, Mom, truth or dare?"

With sarcasm in her voice, she said, "How did I know you'd pick me."

"You must have ESP."

"You boys are all going to pay for this. I see what you're up to. You tricked me and put me in this trap. You all conspired against me, but I'm wise to your game and I won't forget this. I'll keep the promises I made and you go right on making up rules as you go along. I won't fight you, but remember this. I will remember everything each and every one of you did to me. I'll remember, and you'll be sorry. Okay, Bill, just tell me what you want me to take. Truth or dare, I don't care."

"Fine, then you're taking a dare, and I dare you to lie on this table and masturbate to orgasm with your legs as wide as you can get them, and you can't fake one because we'll want to see the evidence. You'll have to show us your girl cum when you're all done. If your fingers aren't slimy and gooey, you'll have to go out and walk around the apartment building naked."

This dare brought cheers and applause. Martha, acting shocked, pleadingly cried, "Bill, how could you dare such a thing? How could you even want to see your own mother debase herself that way? I explained to you how women feel about the core of their female anatomy, and how private and personal that area of her body is, how vulnerable she feels when it's laid open, and how deeply personal and private masturbation is to a woman. You said you understood. You said you were sorry. You swore it would never happen again, and now this is the dare you come up with not six hours after our talk. Have you no respect for me at all?"

"Nope, none, not one tiny bit. Do you need help getting up?"

Brian and Robby helped her stand on the table before she could accept or reject Bill's offer. As though all fight left her, she plopped down in the center of the table and fell back with her feet drawn up and her knees flat to each side. She brought both hands to her crotch and began mechanically masturbating by the book--one hand rubbing the clit, one lightly fingering the hole. The boys didn't care. They knelt on their chairs and hung over the crotch area like vultures waiting for something cute and furry to die, and had not Martha been Martha, had she been June Cleaver, she'd have died of shame.

Martha appeared to be staring off in space, trying to ignore all the crude and vulgar things they were saying about her and her splayed beaver. She hung on every delicious word, thrilled by the things they said, resolved to make this act of public masturbation last and last.

Toward that end, she forced herself to remain slow and mechanical in her finger-play when she felt like going at it full bore, heaving and humping, whipping vaginal secretions into a froth, which she would do when the time was right. Twenty minutes later, the boys still weren't showing signs of boredom. They weren't urging her to speed things up or do it any certain way. They liked seeing how she did it all by herself.

When she showed the first sign of something new going on, when she moaned deliciously and gave her pelvis a sensuous roll on a deeper working finger, they all got excited as though the dying bunny had just keeled over. Martha wanted to laugh. She gave them another, then another, and had them dead silent.

Martha teased them mercilessly with her moans and light humps. She used two fingers up her hole and met the deep plunges with small pelvic lifts. She rubbed her clit harder, moaned louder, began rolling her head, breathing faster, and heard, "She's gonna cum!"

Faster and faster, she built one action on another until she had a good uninhibited self fuck going as though she were alone behind a locked door in an empty house and the boys kept shushing each other so as not to remind her of their presence.

Robby whispered that they were about to see a very rare sight, something men never see, what women really do when they're all alone. He further explained that when they show on purpose, it's not the same, that their mother is out of it, and they had to be very, very quiet. Martha wanted to kiss him. He was full of shit, but she wanted to kiss him anyway.

Now, she had to think of something bizarre and unexpected to do, and then it hit her. She brought her fucking fingers to her mouth and sucked them. Four sets of lungs sucked air and she heard four shushes as she went for more. After twenty round trips they were still shushing each other. Obviously, none of the little girls that Robby talked into masturbating for him ever did this. She could picture those little girls with their legs squeezed together on a rubbing hand. Robby was as excited as the others.

Martha had to cum. After thirty minutes of teasing herself to torment them, she'd had all she could stand and went for it. She heaved up and bumped someone's chin, ignored it, and pounded her pussy to mush while wriggling, humping, and squirming on a four-fingered fuck rubbing her clit at a blur until she exploded and screamed out her release.

They were speechless as she fucked herself back to the table, then slowly died and went totally limp.

A collective, "FUCK," was heard, and then someone flicked grape Kool Aid in her face. She stirred, looked around her and seemed to return to the here and now deeply shamed. She modestly covered her pussy.

Bill said, "Now, let's see if there's any girl cum in your cunt, Mom. Show us,"

Martha groaned, inserted two fingers deep, then drew them out and showed... well, slimy fingers. What else could it be but girl cum. They were satisfied. They aided her back to her seat and allowed her to sit in it when she said she couldn't stand because her legs were too weak to hold her up. They believed her.

Robby said, "Okay, now we start another round. Since it's a new round, I start. I pick Martha. Since she already said the chooser could decide if she took a truth or a dare, I say she takes a dare, and I dare her to take me into the bedroom and fuck the shit out of me like a sex-starved whore. Well Martha, do you think you can fuck the shit out of me?"

Martha hung her head on the table, took a few deep breaths, then reached over and took Robby by the hand. Everyone grinned to each other. Her head came up, she took another deep breath, a breath of resolved resignation, squared her shoulders, then stood. Robby stood with her. They all stood. They all followed. She brought Robby to the bed and began removing clothes from the boy with the shit-eating grin.

After removing the last items, while still on her knees before him, she licked her way up his legs to his dick and then sucked it in. Robby pissed; Martha sucked and swallowed, only this time, she made no sour face. She seemed to come alive when the piss began flowing, grabbed his hips, and sucked hard while making pleasure moans as though ambrosia were squirting from his cock. Robby was so stunned, all he could do was stand there and watch, wondering how ambrosia got in his bladder.

Needless to say, her enthusiastic piss suck was very amusing to her sons. When she drained the last drop and licked at the head while milking the dick for more, they were all smiles. She then gave one of her famous blow jobs almost to completion, a blow job that buckled Robby's legs, making him fall back on the bed.

She eased off the dick then straddled his body, pinning his arms. She raped him while he squealed like a pig. Before he came, she reversed herself and settled with his dick in her ass and reclined backward over his body. She masturbated while giving him a helluva ride. He blew his nut in her ass as she blew hers topside. Now there was even more girl cum which she dug deep for, then showed everyone, then wiped it on Robby's fucked-the-shit-out-of body. He didn't care.

She got up and returned to the table. Since she couldn't claim an inability to stand, she mounted the chair and waited for the others to return. Greg came out right away, came up to her and said, "Way to go, Mom. You're the ultimate. You blew Robby away. This is great the way you're doing it."

Martha smiled and ruffled his hair, then assumed her resigned demeanor as Bill and Brian assisted Robby back to the table. Though naked, he didn't stand on his chair. He couldn't with no shit in him. Martha understood.

She said, "Is it my turn, now?"

Robby looked at her and said, "Yeah, it's your turn."

"All right. I chose Robby. Truth or Dare, Robby?"

"Truth."

"Was I the best you ever had?"

"No, the worst."

"I challenge. All who think he's lying, raise your hands." This time, she had three hands held high joining hers. "Well, I guess you have to take a dare from each of us. Robby, I dare you to let my boys fuck you in the ass. Let's start with Bill."

"WHAT! You can't dare that. This is a friendly game. That's not a legitimate dare."

"I say it is. See, I'm all smiles. Let's put it to a vote. All in favor of seeing Bill fuck Robby in the ass, raise your hands."

Again, she had a quorum. "Sorry, Robby. Hand over four hundred bucks or get that cute butt up for Bill."

Poor Robby had to take a butt fucking from Bill, Greg, and Brian, and the last dare had him eating the load he shot in Martha's ass. After that, he could barely sit and didn't want to play Truth or Dare anymore. Too bad, the game rules said the game had to go on to midnight, no quitters. Martha reminded him of the rules, then said, "Now, do I pick the next player?"

Robby said, "Yeah, go ahead."

"Good. Just to show you I'm a good sport, I pick you, Robby."

Robby perked up, gave her a hard look, then developed a grin and said, "I dare you to offer your mouth to anyone who wants to take a piss from now till the game is over, and you have to swallow every drop that gets pissed in your mouth."

"Very well, if that's the way you want to be. I was trying to be nice, but I see what nice gets a girl. All right, I'll accept that dare. When any of you feel like pissing, just stick your dick in my mouth and do it."

Brian and Bill took her up on the offer and left her with a bloated belly that made her look four months pregnant. Six months was her limit, so she mounted the chair like a pregnant woman, stood there and held her aching belly, made a few groans, brought a few smiles, a big hit, and now it was her turn again, so she chose Robby again.

Pleasantly surprised, he looked around the table, then chose Brian, the one who went easiest on him, his buddy and classmate. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to fuck Bill in the mouth."

For the next hour, Martha stood on her chair and watched the boys go back and forth getting even until no one could raise an erection that could threaten anyone and the motion to end the game was unanimously passed. She was, however, seven months pregnant when she stepped down with help, then was helped to the bathroom where she knelt and worshipped the porcelain god.

At ten that evening, when Sandra showed up with Carol, Donna, Gwen, Judy, Barbara, and a bulldog, the boys were all in bed and Robby wanted to go home. Martha was dressed in her long flannel robe and furry slippers, doing her nails at the table: "Hello Sandra. Who are your friends?"

Sandra looked confused. Her little stud looked all worn out and clung to his mommy. She hugged him and studied Martha, looked at the other women who were equally confused, then said, "This is Carol, Donna. You know Judy. That's Barbara, and the dog is hers. That's Bruno."

Martha eyed the collar and Barbara's scanty outfit, then said, "If that's Bruno, and she's Bruno's Bitch, I'm confused. It would seem she is his. Am I jumping to assumptions here?"

"No, you got it right. All right, Martha. What gives?"

Martha smiled, stood, and dropped her robe, saying, "They got what they were after. You win. I'm a whore, a slut. I'm through fighting it. Tell Mom I'm ready to go back to work, and Judy, I'll work for you, too. I won't work for you or your friends, Sandra. We're equals, all in the same boat. Now, if it's a private party you want, you're all overdressed."

They weren't for long.



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The Sara Connely Story


Sara Connely had a terrible time adjusting to her oldest daughter's rapes, especially when she had to treat her daughter's rapist as a guest in their house, a guest that never left.

Barney had his own place, a small trailer on Stewart's used car lot, but he only slept there on occasion. Most of the time, he crashed where he was, and he was mostly parked in front of the Connely TV with a beer in his hand.

Stewart and Barney were buddies since grade school and went off to war together, WWII, saved each other's lives every other day to hear them tell it. Barney was Stewart's best man at the wedding, kissed the bride, slipped her the tongue, and wouldn't stop slipping her the tongue while crudely groping her ass, which ruined the wedding but cracked Stewart up.

It was on the island of Tarawa in the South Pacific shortly after receiving word that he was recommended for the Sliver Star that Stewart told Barney of his plan to return home and marry a good, wholesome girl with a body like the broads painted on the sides of B-24 bombers, then turn her into a whore and share her with his buddies. Barney said he'd be his best man and his best buddy.

Sara Finney was that girl, fresh out of high school, swept off her feet by the handsome hero. She not only had a bomber class body and was as wholesome as they come, she was smart and pretty besides. She was an exceptional beauty--a blond-haired, blue-eyed, living doll--virgin in every hole. They fell in love in a whirlwind romance and married three months later. Barney reminded Stewart of Tarawa, but Stewart never forgot. They were buddies.

Barney was the burden she bore, but she bore the burden as best she could because she knew before she married Stewart that he and Barney were joined at the hip. Barney even went on the honeymoon with them and ruined that.

Barney was everything Sara detested in men. He was rude, crude, childish, vulgar, grabby, insensitive, insulting, short, ugly, repulsive, dumb, uneducated, mean when drunk, and had no respect for women or the institution of marriage. Human females were all cunts to Barney, because he couldn't spell whore.

He did have a certain bad boy charm to him, and he was very proud of his big dick, a dick twice as big as Stewart's meager five inches, and there were times in certain moods when Sara could appreciate those qualities, like on the honeymoon, but she never ever let that show except during the act itself.

Stewart was not possessive when it came to Barney. He shared everything, including his wife. He'd even hold her down. He had to hold her or tie her. Sara would fight like a banshee if he didn't, but if properly secured, she'd take her screwing and succumb to the automatic pleasure responses a woman had no choice but to respond to when forced to accept a mating from a stud with a big dick.

Both men firmly believed that crap, so Sara let them keep on believing that crap, even when she was not in the mood and hated every deep penetrating stroke, she responded and faked orgasms, always several just to keep reinforcing the notion for those times when she was in the mood and being able to go wild under that big-dicked bad boy was just what the doctor ordered.

Sara soon discovered that she needed both men in her life to have a full and satisfying sex life. Stewart was great as a lover, and made love sweetly. She needed that. He took his time, kissed long and everywhere, a master at foreplay, and the fucking when it came was short and sweet, often inducing an orgasm that was a slow roller, sometimes not, but that didn't matter. He always left her feeling good, loved, needed, appreciated, a woman, his wife.

But then she also needed a good fucking with no foreplay, no tenderness, a rough, hard, cunt-pounding, clit-ripping, animalistic rut with a cock that took out all the wrinkles in her young vagina and flooded her with the essence of a man, leaving her feeling well-fucked, gooey, runny, messy, feeling like a bred broad, a dicked dame, a well-fucked cunt. Barney eased tension.

Barney always had to take it and always needed Stewart's help. He tried to take it without help and got hurt. He almost lost an eye and he never forgot the knee to the balls that left him in bed for three days. With Stewart assisting she was easy. Sara would never kick or scratch Stewart, and once he had her in a good hold, she'd cease her struggles. Once Barney got his cock all the way in and worked up her juices, she didn't need to be held, and once he got going good, she'd fuck back, and when she needed her orgasm he could hold still and she'd fuck herself, and that always cracked them up watching Sara fuck herself on Barney's dick like a slut--moaning, groaning, begging for his sperm.

This was always what they were after, reducing her to a blubbering slut. That was another notion they had: that all women have a raging slut in them that a man with a large cock could bring out. She reinforced this notion as well and made the forced sex with Barney even better by acting the perfect lady at all other times. She dressed modestly, never swore, never had a hair out of place, always looked her best, neat and ladylike, and she got better at it as the months wore on.

Another thing that made it better for them was her openly showing hostility and contempt for Barney and everything about him. She loathed him but had to tolerate him. If he so much as brushed against her, she recoiled as though touched by a snake. He was scum, slime, worthless, a freeloader, a degenerate, a pervert, a rapist, but he was a welcome guest in their home, a scumbag to be tolerated.

The men bought the act and when Stewart would get Sara's arms pinned behind her back then lean back against a wall and use his legs to keep hers apart so Barney could get to her pussy, she would writhe violently as she saw Barney's hard cock approach her vulnerable sex, then die a thousand deaths as that evil truncheon touched her between the legs, then act like a red hot knife were being thrust into her pussy as he sank into her helpless body to the balls, and then she'd die in Stewart's firm embrace as his buddy fucked her.

When that happened, Stewart could put her in Barney's arms and she'd hug herself to his body, and if he didn't fuck her, she fucked him, and they'd crack up because he could pick her up, take her anywhere, and make her assume any position, and she'd do anything as long as he didn't keep his cock out of her cunt too long and let the effect wear off.

She'd masturbate, use all manner of filthy language, beg, plead, suck his cock, lick his balls, show her ass, show her cunt, and promise him anything if he would just fuck her and cum in her pussy. Whatever promises she made in the heat of passion, Stewart made her stand good on, so she was careful what she promised because they'd have her acting the slut all the time through promises made in the heat of passion. They were too stupid to realize how that would ruin what they had. She had to be the strong one for all concerned.

The long delays while Barney tried to force a promise from her often reduced the five minutes he had to one, and when the effect wore off, even Stewart couldn't get control of her. They blew it and would have to try again another day. Even when they ganged up on her, they could not induce the effect after blowing it. She remained limp and lifeless, no fun at all. She had them trained and trained well after just a few years.

She even got to where she controlled when. She did this by accidentally on purpose exposing her intimate flesh to them. A peek at inner thigh was enough, but a loose top, a key button unbuttoned, being caught in a towel because she didn't think anyone was home, or simply wearing her swimsuit--all worked equally well. They keyed on visual cues, and once they had one, Stewart would make a move to get her in an embrace, or sneak up from behind and pin her over a counter top or table. When she didn't want it, she simply avoided Stewart's ploy and was alert to any sneak attack. She got better at that as time went on as well.

Sara found that she wanted Barney's big cock at least every other day, but had to have it at least once a week. Much more than once a week would diminish what they had, so she forced herself to ration Barney's cock. She did fairly well, but 4.5 days was her average.

Barney needed pussy every day, and when he had to go five or six days, he became rude and grabby, mean and nasty, hounding her for pussy. When he got like that, Stewart had to take care of his buddy and he'd hound her, too. The sexual tension in that house built to intolerable levels, and then Sara would slip, get caught, and they'd all get their brains fucked out because right after Barney had her, Stewart would make love to her, saying he was sorry but he had to do it. He owed Barney his life and couldn't stand to see him suffer.

She always forgave and said she understood, then languished in her husband's loving embrace as he planted tender kisses all over her body and played with Barney's sperm. He also played in his own which he always deposited on her lower belly. He liked to pull out and see himself cum.

Stewart's chances of fathering any of their kids was close to nil because of this practice. Barney's were excellent because he loved cumming deep in her pussy and came by the pint. The hardest thing for Sara to accept was the fact that Barney would father all of her kids if Stewart didn't get over this fascination with seeing his dick squirt.

For three years, she employed the rhythm method on Barney while trying to get Stewart to cum inside her pussy when she was fertile, but Stewart was never ready for kids. When she confronted Stewart with the obvious, that if Barney continued hanging around, he'd eventually get her pregnant, Stewart just shrugged it off like "Who cares."

Sara cared a great deal. There was little chance Barney would leave the scene, ever. It was Stewart she loved, Stewart she married, and Stewart who should father their children. Besides, Barney's genes would foul the family gene pool, and the two were so different in appearance--Stewart, tall and light; Barney, short and dark. Everyone would know including the kids.

This bothered Sara greatly. She got used to living in a three-way sexual relationship, but she wanted to be seen by all as a decent lady with a dashing husband. She did not like the image of lady and the tramp. She didn't want anyone to even think in their wildest dreams that she'd cheat or even lie down with a dirt bag like Barney, much less bear his bastards.

Her parents would die. They knew him quite well as the brat that put used condoms in the collection plate and pissed in the bushes that lined the sides of the church. Sara complained bitterly about having to share space in the same house with him, and received a great deal of sympathy for bearing her burden. What would they think if she bore a black-haired baby with dark eyes and olive skin. Blue eyes and light hair ran in Stewart's and her family. Olive skin alone would say "Barney's Baby" in bold letters. She dreaded the possibility which more and more appeared a certainty.

And then there were the children. She always saw herself being the prim and proper mother and Barney would have to clean up his act once the kids grew to an age of awareness. There was no way she'd tolerate his antics if kids were present, and she wanted three. Even if she were successful in making him behave and could make their game a quiet, late evening event, one day the kids would see their features in Barney and see none in Daddy, and they'd look at her and think, "Mommy's a cheating slut and I'm a bastard--an ugly bastard, too." Sara cringed at the thought of that times three.

She saw no way to avoid that fate. She saw no way to avoid getting pregnant by Barney. She'd been lucky so far, but the rhythm method wasn't all that effective when pushed to the limits she pushed to get it once a week. She sweated out periods every month and knew, one day, the period wouldn't come, and like it or not, nine months later, her adulterous slut ass would be exposed to the world and she'd just have to learn to live with it, because an adulterous slut was what she had become. She accepted that fact, knew she could never change, and after three years would no sooner give up Barney than Stewart.

What was worse, and what made her shudder, was the inescapable fact that she could live without Stewart's cock but not without Barney's, and if forced to choose between the two cock owners, she would divorce the man she loved and marry the man she loathed. It could happen. He and Stewart could have a falling out. They'd come close, and there had been weeks go by with no Barney, and one two month period that was pure hell for Sara. She almost went to him. Had she done that, he'd keep her and she'd stay. That thought made her cringe and shudder.

She forced those two lugs to hug and make up on the pretext that Stewart was miserable. He wasn't miserable at all, she was, but they shook hands and made up, buddies again, and celebrated by raping the fuck out of Sara. She dodged a bullet and got another good rape.

A strange thing happened after Stewart's shrug. Sara began dwelling on the unthinkable--having a baby with Barney on purpose. After the shrug, at the next friendly rape, Barney tried to get her to promise to bear him a child, to let him knock her up. That had to be Stewart's idea and Sara was stunned.

She made no promise but dwelled on the possibility. Dwelling made her pussy wet. She dwelled more and more, got wetter and wetter, and three days later came out of the bathroom wearing a small towel, shrieked on seeing Stewart and Barney in the living room, and tried to back out, saying, "I didn't know anyone was home."

Stewart held up an empty beer bottle and said, "Wait, honey, get me a beer while you're up."

This was a typical ploy, his delaying tactic. She said, "Let me get something on first," a typical response to a ploy.

"No, I need it now. Don't be shy, Barney's seen you naked lots of times."

Now, it was Barney's turn to say something crude. Barney piped in, "Yeah, baby, drop the fucking towel and bring us a beer like one of them naked waitresses down at the Globe. Shake those titties in our faces and wiggle that sexy butt of yours."

"I'll do no such thing. I think that's disgusting, and for your information, Stewart, just because Barney has seen me naked doesn't mean I would ever show him my nude body on purpose. What he saw, he stole. I'll just be a minute."

"I can't wait a minute. Come on, just get us a beer. You have everything covered."

"Oh, all right. [she marched through] Honestly, I don't see why everything with you men has to be right now, this instant."

This was a ploy she'd never fall for, especially three days after giving Barney sex, but she was so horny she couldn't hide it. Even the towel act was transparent and fooled no one. They were too loud for her not to know they were home. She did the best she could to look proper, determined to get caught by Stewart if she to sit in his lap and wrap his arms around her, throw her legs out and cry, "Please don't let Barney get me!"

She brought the beers out and went to give Barney his. Barney had his pants down around his ankles and was stroking his hard cock at her, grinning devilishly. The guys laughed as she stared at his cock like a bird charmed by a snake, holding out a beer at arm's length while trying to keep all the goodies under wraps--an impressive act, an impressive feat. She finally set the beer down at his feet, never once taking her eyes off his cock, hamming up the mesmerizing effect, making them laugh harder.

This was new. They seemed to think they could induce the slut effect by a provocative display of a big cock. She'd never thought about it, but why not. Why not play along. It could be interesting. It already was.

While she was blindly setting the bottle down between his feet, at eye level to his cock, now angled to her face with the head not a foot away, Barney taunted, "What's the matter, Sara, never see a cock before? You like this cock, don't you, bitch? You'd like to suck this big cock, wouldn't you, slut?"

Sara slowly got to her weak legs and stumbled back, still staring at the cock. She had to get captured by Stewart, so she moved to him blindly while still looking at the cock. She held the bottle back but Stewart wasn't taking and wasn't grabbing. Stewart said, "No, go back in the kitchen and take that stupid towel off. Bring us the beers the right way, the way Barney said. Let's see if you could make it as a Globe nude waitress."

Sara looked to Stewart and said, "You mean act slutty in the nude?"

"Yes, they are very slutty waitresses. Let's see you act slutty when you bring those beers back."

"You want me to act slutty for Barney?"

"Yes, very slutty. See if you can get him to fuck you."

Sara dropped the towel and said, "All right, if that's really what you want."

"No, that's what you want. You can't take your eyes of his big cock, can you? You have to have it, don't you? Look at you, fingering your pussy like a horny slut. I wish your mother could see you now, sticking out your tits, fingering your cunt. She'd be real proud of the slut she raised."

"Please, Stewart, don't do this to me."

"You're doing it to yourself. Go on, get his beer. While you're there, get yourself a good look at his big cock."

Sara moved toward Barney, never taking her eyes of his cock as she stooped low to pick up his beer bottle. Barney slid to the forward edge of the seat and placed the head of his dick at her mouth. Her mouth opened wide and flowed over it. She spilled both beers as she brought her hands up and laid them reverently on his bare thighs, bobbing her head up and down in a deep, hard suck--fucking her head on his dick.

The guys were laughing their asses off and their laughter drove her to her knees. She humped an imaginary dick sticking up from the floor, which was a real long-necked beer bottle that Stewart held in place. At the first feel of bottle at her opening, Sara sank and began fucking herself, making them laugh harder.

She did great, being as pathetic as they wanted her to be, amusing the hell out of them until she got pushed off and landed on her ass in a wide-legged backward sprawl as Barney said, "Go get two more beers, you clumsy bitch."

Sara grabbed her cunt and groaned, rolled to her side, then got to her knees, showing her ass and plunging fingers. Barney reached out with his boot and shoved her ass, making her sprawl forward on the floor, still with her fingers working in her pie. Amid torments of laughter and crude taunts, she struggled to her feet and made her way into the kitchen where she leaned against the counter and smiled, thinking, "I like this game. I like this a lot."

She got two more beers, squared her shoulders, then made her entrance, walking sexy and sultry, passing Stewart's beer to him in passing, not even looking. He had to catch it. When she got to Barney, she bent low and shook her big titties in his face. He wallowed in tit flesh as she alternately fed one nipple, then the other, into his mouth. She set his beer on the end table and mounted his chair. She grasped his cock and tried to get it in her pussy, but his hand capped over the head prevented that. She said, "What's the matter? Don't you want to fuck me?"

"I don't know. Show me your pussy. Show me how much you want it."

Sara slumped in real frustration, then got off and stood before him with her feet planted wide. With both hands she pulled on the lips of her pussy while doing a vulgar grind, saying, "I need your cock, Barney. Please fuck my horny cunt for me. Look how wet and juicy my pussy is. I want your cock so bad. I want you to cum in my cunt. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"

They loved it, so she added some finger-fucking and said, "You fuck me so good. I need your big cock, Barney. Please give it to me. I'm begging."

"I see that. Will you let me knock you up?"

She hesitated for appearances and waited until he asked again before saying with a show of resignation. "Yes. Yes, you can get me pregnant."

Stewart interjected, "I'll hold you to that, Sara, you realize that, don't you?"

"Yes, I know that."

Barney said, "While I'm trying to get you pregnant, I get to fuck you whenever I feel like it. You can't say no. You have to make your pussy available when I feel like putting sperm in it."

"No, I couldn't do that. I can't live that way."

Stewart lobbied, "Sara, you promised he could get you pregnant. You have to let him try."

"But Stewart, he'd be impossible to live with. I can't be a slut all day every day. I can't. I won't."

"You don't have to be. Just make your pussy available. You don't even have to get undressed. Just don't wear panties and always wear a dress. When you see he has a hard cock, get your pussy on it and use you pussy to suck the sperm out. He won't even touch you or move a muscle. Will you, Barney?"

"Nope, you have my word on that, but she has to get that pussy on it every time I have a hard cock."

"There, see, Sara? That's reasonable."

Clearly coming out of the slut effect because she stopped fingering herself, Sara said, "It is not reasonable. The man is a walking erection. I'd be constantly mounting him under those conditions."

"Sara, you said you'd let him get you pregnant, now damnit, quit trying to renege."

"All right, Stewart. I'll do all I can to get pregnant, but I am not going to be a slut while I do it, and I am not going to get undressed for it. Before and after, I am going to be myself, and that must be respected. I'll take all the sperm he can produce, but that's all I'll do, and as soon as I miss my period by a week, that's it. No more. I fulfilled my promise."

"Fair enough. Is that agreeable to you, Barn?"

"Yeah, but she has to keep checking to see if I have sperm to give her. If she sees a limp dick, she has to see if she can get it hard, and if Cyclops stands up and salutes her effort, she has to fuck him dry."

Sara stomped her foot, now totally free of the effect, saying, "I knew he wouldn't leave well enough alone. Give him an inch, he takes a mile. Can't you see what he's doing, Stewart? He will not be satisfied until he has me acting the slut trying to get pregnant by his vile seed. All he wants to do is humiliate me and you're going along."

"Sara, you did say you'd try to get pregnant and take all the sperm he produces. What he's suggesting seems perfectly reasonable. That's what couples do who are trying to conceive a child."

"Married couples, Stewart. That's what married couples do. That's what you and I should do. You don't pass off that sacred act to a buddy on a lark just for kicks. That's sick and perverted, and I can't believe you'd do that to me, to us, to our child. I can't believe you'd make me bear another man's bastard just for fun, and make a filthy game of it besides."

"You made the promise, Sara."

"I know, and that promise was made under duress at a weak moment. You know I'll do or say anything when you get me like that. You set me up then played on my weakness."

Barney said, "What weakness is that, Sara, big cocks? Do you have a weakness for men with big cocks?"

"Yes, I have that weakness. All women have that weakness. It's built into us by nature and biology. I admit it, and stop stroking that disgusting thing at me. I am not falling for that again."

"Just look at it and tell me you don't want this cock, Sara. Come on, just look. I dare you to look."

Sara let her eyes wander down and watched him stroke that magnificent fuck stick drooling golden precum. She decided that she'd made her decent case and now it was time to lose in a big way. She got that mesmerized stare going again, got weak in the knees, then sank to her knees and began licking at the precum. This time, they just smiled.

Sara kept licking as Barney softly said, "You have it bad, don't you, Sara?"

"Yes. I love your big cock--so manly, so long, so thick. And your balls, so big, so full of millions of sperm, baby juice for a thirsty womb like mine."

"Will you promise to do all you can to get all the sperm I can produce?"

"Yes, I promise. I want it all."

"Will you act slutty and get me hard?"

"Yes. I know what makes you hard. Seeing me act slutty makes you hard. I'll act slutty to make your cock hard, then I'll fuck it like a slut would."

"Is that a promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"And you won't ever say we took advantage of your weakness for big cocks will you?"

Sara took her mouth off the head to say, "No. I'll never bring that up again."

"And you won't ever accuse us of playing games with you just for shits and giggles, will you?"

"No."

"And you'll let me humiliate you while I'm knocking your married ass up, won't you?"

"Yes. I want to please you."

"And you'll humiliate yourself all through this game we're playing though you know it's a game and we're just doing it for kicks to humiliate the fuck out of you, mocking your sacred marriage vows. You'll be a good sport about it and lend your womb to the cause, grow a bastard in it, then deliver that bastard and let it suck on your hooters while we laugh our asses off. You will, won't you?"

All through this speech, Sara was deep sucking his cock, but she pulled her mouth off to look up and smile, saying, "Yes, I'm going to be a very good sport about this. I'll think up ways to humiliate myself all through this pregnancy. I'll wear clothes that show my naked belly. I'll let you invite your friends to feel your baby. I won't deny that the baby is yours, and after it's born, I'll get naked and let you watch me feed my tits to your little bastard while I masturbate to amuse you, your friends, and my wedded husband."

Stewart quickly pounced on that, saying, "Is that a promise?"

She looked to her excited hubby, smiled, licked the dick, and said, "Yes, Stewart, that's a promise, and when Barney's lowlife friends come around and want to feel the baby, and their hands go too low and they start feeling my pussy, trying to feel the baby from the inside, you'd better object because I won't. I won't object if they want to feel the baby with their cocks and that's a promise. If a pregnant, adulterous slut amuses you, I'll be amusing all through my pregnancy."

That wiped the smile off Stewart's face but put a big smile on Barney's face as Sara climbed over him and sank on his dick, and to put a further rift in the game plan, Sara said, "You'd like to show off your pregnant, married slut, wouldn't you, Barney?"

"You're damn right. I'd like to take you down to Joe's Pool Hall and pass you around. You wouldn't mind pulling a few trains for ole Barney, now, would you, babe?"

"No, Barney, I'll pull all the trains you want. I'll pull trains in my marital bed if you want."

Stewart angrily said, "There ain't gonna be no god damn train pullin', Barney. I never agreed to that."

"Hey, she's my slut, too."

"She's my fucking wife, asshole."

"She's your fucking wife; you got that straight."

"No, trains, god damnit!"

"All right, no trains, but you gotta let her fuck."

"All right, she'll fuck, but I don't want to see any lines outside my bedroom. Don't be bringing a carload of pool trash in my god damn house--three at a time, tops, and no niggers."

"Niggers won't matter. She'll be knocked up by then."

"Yeah, I suppose. All right, but I don't want any of those moose-dicked jungle bunnies stretching her out."

"Her cunt has to stretch to deliver the bastard. Hell, a few moose dicks will make it easier on her."

"I suppose, but keep those moose dicks out of her ass. If you hurt her, I'll kick your ass."

"You and what army?"

Sara sat up on her knees, still grinding her cunt on the deeply imbedded cock, thrilled by the absurd conversation she'd just heard, but needing to set them straight and head off a fight. She said, "Stop it, you two! I'm going to lay down a few conditions of my own if you expect me to live up to my promises. I never thought you'd take me seriously, Stewart. Right now, I love the idea of being passed around like a piece of meat, but right now I have a big cock in my cunt. I wish I had another up my ass and one in my mouth with twenty or thirty waiting in line, but when I get off this dick, I am going to be so pissed at you, Stewart."

"Me? He started it."

"I'm always pissed at him. You're my husband. You don't share me, god damnit! I'm your wife. I put up with this asshole because you feel the need to take care of him, but that's where I draw the line. I'll go along with this dumb game of yours only because you'll get me pregnant by him sooner or later anyway, but if you think you assholes can pass me around like a cheap slut, forget it. Forget everything. Forget the marriage, forget me, and forget you. I will only tolerate so much."

"Come on, Sara, you love to get royally fucked."

"Who doesn't. Every woman loves a good fuck, and while she's getting fucked, she wishes there were a long line of hard cocks waiting in line for her pussy. I'm no different. I'm liking the idea right now, but I'm very horny right now. The trouble is, you can't keep me horny all the time, and when I come down, I'd be livid if you had put a line on me when I was vulnerable. I'd never forgive you for that, never. In my right mind, I will not live even one hour as a slut."

"Come on, Sara, what's a few more going to matter?"

"It matters a lot. Take it or leave it, but you'd both better get your heads out of your asses and remember who you're dealing with. I am a lady who sometimes acts like a slut. I am not a slut that sometimes acts like a lady. That is never going to change. I only give what I can tolerate and no more. Barney gets pussy once a week on average, because that's all I can tolerate and still live with myself day to day. This game you want to play will be terribly difficult on me. If you make it any more difficult than it already is, you're going to blow it, and when that happens, all bets are off, all promises go up in smoke, and Barney can just take his big dick and go jack off in the back yard."

Barney said, "You talk big, bitch, but I can fuck you anytime I want. All I have to do is wave Cyclops under your nose and you'll get down on your knees and beg for it. Look at you squirming on my cock like a bitch in heat. You know it's true."

Sara slowed her squirming and fingered her clit so she could respond. She said, "It was true this time because I was in the mood. I was horny hearing you two laughing out here. I came out wanting to start something. I was ready back in the bathroom, and I wanted a big cock. That is very rare for me, and it would never work unless I was super horny for big cock. If you tried that when I wasn't in the mood, which is ninety-nine percent of the time, I'd bite the fucker and spit in your face."

"Bullshit!"

"You try it. And furthermore, you'd never get any of my pussy without Stewart's help, and if I stay pissed at Stewart, he'll never get close enough to help, and if you two ever really raped me, I mean really, really raped me, don't ever turn me lose. Don't ever fall asleep in my house, and that goes for you, too, Stewart. I'm serious. If you push me on this game and blow it, you won't be able to take care of Barney, and even you can't stand him when he goes too long without pussy."

Stewart pondered this then said, "All right, Sara, so how do we not blow it?"

"I made promises I intend to keep, but I'll have to live up to them at a pace I can tolerate. Don't push me, either one of you. I don't like your game but I accept it. I'll play along and get pregnant this way, but I think it sucks. I'll suffer the humiliation because there's no way around it, so I may as well amuse you two shitheads, but let me determine how much I can stand and when I can stand it. I'll do the best I can. You'll get all I promised, only don't fucking push."

Barney said, "You promised to let my buddies feel the baby with their dicks."

"I know, and if you get me in the mood before you try it, and don't turn it into a sex circus, I can probably live with that afterward. Who knows, if this goes on long enough, I may get to the point where you can bring a guy over and just say, fuck him, and I'll get naked and fuck him while you two pull up chairs and watch. I might grow to like it and you can bring two or three at a time. Who knows, but you'll never know if you blow it. If you play your cards right, and make it all the way through, I might be willing to work as a whore for you, Barney."

"Are you shitting me?"

"I'm not shitting you. By then, I'd already be a whore. I'd feel like a whore. You could sell my pussy and I'd probably go along with it. I see that as my ultimate destiny anyway, and I think Stewart would love being married to another man's whore, yours especially. If you're still in the picture at that time, assuming I ever reach that point, you could have your very own whore. Right now, I'm loving the idea, but as soon as I get off this magnificent cock, I'm going to hate myself for mentioning that... OH, God... FUCK ME, BARNEY!"

Barney fucked her and she fucked Barney and her womb got flooded. When she recovered and got off, she went into her bedroom, laid down on the bed and cried--all an act, but typical.

Stewart came along and consoled her with a nice massage to her shoulders. Still, she sobbed. His massaging hands moved south, very slowly, and as expected, he was soon playing in Barney's sperm under the pretext of an ass massage, making her ass slimy. She stopped sobbing when he began the pussy massage, and she rolled over for that.

She propped a pillow under her head and got comfortable. Pussy massages following a Barney fuck killed a good hour. She drew her legs in and laid her knees flat, making a broad, flat plane for her hubby to play in. He had plenty of sperm to play with and smeared it all over her sex, inner thighs, and lower abdomen. She kept her pussy free of hair because it was better for sperm smearing, and she'd just shaved, so he was one happy hubby.

He played for fifteen minutes without saying anything, then looked up to Sara's eyes and said, "Did you mean what you said about your ultimate destiny was to be another man's whore while still married to me?"

"Yes. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't mind."

"Let's be honest, Stewart. You've been pushing me in that direction since the day we got married. First, you make me an adulterous slut, then you make me a cheating whore, then you find me a pimp and live happily ever after with a wife always leaking some other man's sperm. Isn't that the plan?"

"Well, say it is."

"It is. Your plan is moving forward. You must be thrilled."

"Okay, I'm thrilled. What about you?"

"I'm wondering how far I'll go before I say, enough is enough and lose you."

"You won't ever lose me."

"Are you sure you could live with just a wife that has a live-in lover."

"Is that how you see Barney, now, as your lover?"

"No, it's just a term for a man I'm fucking that's not my husband. We will never be lovers."

"I wouldn't want you to be. So, are you saying you see him in the picture always, see him fucking you always?"

"I can't imagine you without Barney, and I can't imagine trying to live or be around Barney and not giving him any pussy. After five days, I want him to get laid even if I have to lay him."

"You do get very easy about then. If I didn't help him, can you see just giving it to him."

"I did that today. Would you like that better if from time to time, I got horny and gave it to him, went after it?"

"Sometimes. This was great, but that would get old. He likes it when I hold you. I do, too."

"I find it easier. At least it gets me over the hard part."

"You really can't stand him, can you?"

"You have to ask?"

"It's hard to tell when you're fucking him. When you fuck him, you look like you're in love."

"I fuck his cock, not him. I do love his cock."

"I love hearing you say that."

"I'm sure you do."

"You must like this pregnant game. In a way, it detaches his cock. You'll be getting just his cock--six, eight, ten times a day, maybe more."

"That is a plus, but he is still attached to it. Impaling myself on that arrogant bastard's cock ten times a day doesn't exactly thrill me, especially when the purpose is to conceive a bastard child with him."

"I like hearing you say that, too."

"You're a strange duck, Stewart."

"I know, but I'm cute."

"Yes, you are when you're not giving my ass away. I'm serious, you guys better go easy on that shit, I mean real easy, one baby step at a time."

"But you do see going along, letting other guys fuck you if we take it nice and slow."

"I can see the possibility. I can't ever see being anyone's working whore, not now, but who knows how I'll feel a year from now when I have no reputation to protect and every bum in town has had me a dozen times over."

"You're turning me on."

"I know. I hope you blow it, but in some ways, for your sake, I hope you can pull it off. It won't be easy, but it is possible to turn a woman like me into a working whore who enjoys her work."

"Tell me how."

"You've got balls asking me to dig my own hole."

"Just one big shovelful. That's all I ask."

"You want to know how to get past the major hurdle?"

"Yes. What is it and how do I get you past it?"

"If I gave you that, the rest would be easy."

"Give it to me, Sara. Please, give it to me."

"Jesus, Stew, you don't know what you're asking. It would be like me saying, please cut your nuts off for me, Stew, please give them to me."

"Sara, please!"

"Jeez... all right. It's my parents. When I become an adulterous slut in their eyes, I'll have little incentive to hide my lifestyle, but until they see me and accept me that way, I have no incentive to sully my reputation."

"So, how do I get them to accept you as an adulterous slut?"

"I don't know that you can, but they first have to know that I'm committing adultery, and then they have to find out that I'm a slut, and then they have to try to accept it."

"So, how do I make that happen?"

"Go talk to them and tell them you caught me sleeping with Barney and you want to know what to do about it."

"Yeah, that'll work."

"You don't stop there. Next, you go see them and say you can't stop us from fucking, and you need their help. They'll talk to me about it, but I'll deny everything. They won't be sure who to believe and will start popping in on me when only Barney is here, and they'll see things. One day, they'll catch us fucking. I'll make promises. They'll keep checking. They'll see I don't keep my promises. By then I may be pregnant, and you'll tell them that Barney is the father, and it goes on and on until eventually, they give up and accept that I'm an adulterous slut, or they may never give up, or they may never accept it, or they may disown me. Who fucking knows, but there's your hurdle and a way to get over it. That's all the help you get from me."

"Just one more thing, Sara. When I first go over there, they won't believe me. Do you think they'd get pissed if I showed them a picture."

"Do you have one?"

"Yeah, a few."

"Here?"

"Out in the car."

"Go get them."

"What are you going to do, tear 'em up? I had a hard time getting those developed."

"No, I want to see if they'll do. If they look posed, they won't do, and if they don't show the size of Barney's cock, they won't do, and if I'm not clearly recognizable, they won't do."

"Well then, they'll do. I took them from the bedroom doorway as you were mounted on Barn facing his feet, leaning back with your eyes closed. I snapped off ten shots of his cock in every position up your twat--all the way in, all the way out, halfway. They're good, sharp and clear, but they're vulgar as all hell. You can see your shaved pussy real good and your tits are standing up tall, your nipples hard as bullets. Are you sure it's okay to show your folks? They'll shit when they see them."

"Let me see them."

"All right, but you need more sperm in your pussy. Go out naked and get it. I know he's ready."

"So, this is what it's going to be like. Go get more sperm, Sara. All right. Let's go."

Stewart returned to catch the last part of the sperm-getting. Sara squatted on the cock facing away and worked hard to make him cum. There was no exchange between them, simply a mechanical act--Sara working her ass off, standing in a half squat with her hands braced on her knees, and Barney sprawled back in his chair blissfully enjoying the ride. When she got her sperm douche, she cupped her crotch and marched into the bedroom with Stewart on her heels. She flopped on the bed and assumed the position as Stewart dove between her legs and messed with the freshest load he'd ever messed with.

"God, that was disgusting. I have never felt so cheap in my... Stewart, did you just lick? [he looked up sheepishly] If you want to lick his cum out of my pussy, go right ahead. I don't know what you're bashful about. Do you think that's worse than breeding your wife to a jerk and then playing with his sperm? It's not, trust me."

And with that, he began licking and Sara wanted to scream, "GOD DAMN, MY HUSBAND IS LICKING ANOTHER MAN'S CUM OUT OF MY FUCKING PUSSY!"

But she didn't, she just laid there, cool and calm, not wanting to spook him, not wanting to do anything that might dissuade him from this thrilling practice.

She watched as he ran his tongue inside her messy hole, and when she actually saw sperm on his tongue and saw him draw that spermy tongue into his mouth, she wanted to scream again, but she calmly said while examining her nails, "You know, Stew, the one thing that really bothered me about this was thinking about all that sperm that would get smeared on me, staying sticky and gooey all the time. If you're going to keep me clean this way, that will make this much easier on me. Damn, my nail polish is chipping."

He raised up to say, "I will, Sara, but don't ever let Barn, know. If he knew I did this, I'd never live it down."

"Stewart, I never told him you played in his sperm, do you think I'd tell him you licked it out of my cunt and swallowed it? I'm not stupid."

"You really don't mind, do you?"

"Mind what?"

"Mind this, what I'm doing."

"Mind? What's there to mind?"

"Seeing me licking and swallowing Barney's sperm doesn't bother you?"

"I don't see why it would. It's your tongue, your belly. I'd rather have it licked off of me and out of me with a nice soft tongue than dug out of me and smeared on me with hard fingers. Besides, I like sperm, why shouldn't you?"

"Shit, Sara, this is great. I always thought you'd freak out and think I was queer or something."

Sara was freaking out but only in her head. She said, "I know you're not queer, Stew. You are a strange duck and a rather cute one when you're eating my lover's sperm out of my twat. Hey, give me the pictures."

He handed her the set and returned to deep sucking her cunt, now totally free of inhibitions. He sucked sperm like a sperm-starved sperm whale, running his long tongue deep in her pussy, lapping sperm off her womb.

Sara looked cross-eyed at the first picture and couldn't focus for quite some time, but when she could, she said, "Holy shit! You're right, these are vulgar." She flipped through them, saying, "Fuck! You're right. They'll shit if they see these. Oh my God... Jesus... Shit!... Damn... Oh, that looks good... ummm... yeah... here's the one. You only want to show one as if you snapped the shot and slipped away. This shows most of his dick, and part of his face is in the frame."

"Sara, do you mean to tell me you'd actually let your parents see that? That's the most vulgar one in the set. It looks like your cunt is being sucked inside out by his dick."

"No, it looks like my cunt is sucking his dick in. When they see this, at least they'll know why I strayed from my vow and picked Barney to do it with. That was the part they'd find hard to believe. Seeing is believing, and a picture is worth a thousand words. This one is worth ten thousand. Leave it with them. Let this sink in. This is a picture they'll go back to again and again. Somebody's going to masturbate to this picture, and I'm not so sure it'll be Dad alone."

"Are you serious? Do you actually think she would?"

"I can see Mom taking this picture into the bedroom and curling up with a warm cucumber, and I have never been able to picture her doing anything sexual. If this picture doesn't turn her on, nothing will. I think she'll study this picture and not blame me one bit for trashing my vows, hopping on the adultery wagon and refusing to hop off. We'll see, won't we?"

"We'll see soon. I'm going over there right now. This is your last chance to back out, Sara. Once I deliver this picture, you're stuck."

Sara handed over the picture and said, "I was stuck when I said, 'I do.' Go before I change my mind... oh, and Stew, send Barn in. Tell him I'd like to discuss this whore issue in more detail, and I'd like to interview prospective pimps. I'll see if I can suck another load out of his nuts for you."

"No shit! Doing it on the bed buck naked. He'll like that."

"He will. I'm very horny for big cock. You're going to miss a good one."

"Shit, I think I'll stick around for that."

"No, go. You'll see plenty of this in the weeks ahead. If you're going to be taking pictures of me fucking and showing them to my parents, I'm going to be horny a lot. "

Stewart went with a big smile; Barney came wearing a shit-eating grin.

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Sara literally fucked Barney's brains out. When Stewart returned over an hour later, Barney was dead to the world, curled up in a fetal ball beside Sara. She lay in her new eat-me sprawl as Stewart stood in the doorway wearing a shit-eating grin. Barney snored. When Barney slept, only a mortar barrage woke him up, so Stewart came over and ate ravenously, pushing Sara's knees into her armpits, making her giggle as he lapped cum from her well-fucked cunt like a bear at a honey pot.

Sara could watch her hubby suck semen from inches away in this tightly curled position, and if Barney woke up and rolled over, so could he. Sara patted Stewart on the back of the head and said, "If you want to get me pregnant, you'll have to leave some sperm in there. I had no idea you had such a long tongue. You're sucking Barney's sperm out as fast as he can put it in. Don't be such a sperm glutton."

Barney shot up to a sitting position overlooking the spread and yelled, "Hey, don't suck all the sperm out, queer bait! I'm trying to knock the bitch up."

Sara used her head-patting hand to hold the head. That head wanted to retreat. Stewart just slumped with his face in Sara's beaver with Sara and Barney hovering close, talking about what a good cum sucker he was, what a fine hubby he was to clean his wife after she commits adultery, what an outstanding cock sucker he'd make, and how cute he'd look in panties and combat boots.

They kept it up until Stewart had no more shame left in him and ate without being held. When that happened, Sara used her fingers to open up her cunt and said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, it just slipped out in the heat of passion. I made a promise that I'd do this--feed you our fuck. I also promised to turn a few tricks for Barney just to see what it's like. Isn't that exciting? How did it go with Mom and Dad?"

Stewart eased up, let her legs down, and sat facing them. A little shame returned to blush his cheeks as he looked to Barney and said, "You asshole."

"Cum sucker!"

"Tit ears!"

"Fuck sucker!"

Sara interceded, "All right! Enough! That tit ears crack was uncalled-for, Stewart. He has nice ears. His ears and his cock are the only nice things he has, so apologize... Stewart, apologize or I'll wipe after my next fuck."

Stewart made a face at Sara, but she was just in a playful mood and having fun, so he turned to Barney and said, "Sorry 'bout that tit ears crack, buddy."

"Hey, no sweat. If you can't call your best buddy tit ears, who can you call tit ears... you have some sperm on your chin, buddy. It's kind of distracting. Yeah, that got it. That's better."

Sara and Barney cracked up and Stewart smiled. Actually, Stewart was relieved, glad it was all out in the open. Barney's attitude told him he liked it, was okay with it, and would always tease him about it just like he teased him about everything else. It was disgust he feared, and neither Sara nor Barney showed anything remotely bordering that. They both loved it, his best-case scenario.

Again Sara said, "So, how did it go?"

"Your dad wasn't there and I took so long because I fucked your mother. Does that tell you anything?"

"You're lying!"

"I am huh?"

He stood on his knees and dropped his pants. Sara leaned forward and sniffed the wet matted crotch. "Oh Jesus, he did. He fucked my mother."

Sara was still sniffing so Barney said, "So, you know what your mother's pussy smells like, huh Sara? Just to be sure, why don't you get a taste, see if it tastes like her?"

Sara gave him a side glance, then thought about it and licked. She licked several times from balls to cock head, sucked his dick clean, then sat back and said, "Yeah, that's Mom's pussy all right. I'd know that pussy anywhere as often as she made me lick it."

Almost in harmony, the two gullible ex-marines said, "No shit! Your Mom made you lick her pussy/cunt?" [one said pussy, the other said cunt]

"You idiots. I swear, you'll believe anything about women. And you, Stewart. You of all people should know better. I told you she never ever mentions anything about sex. It's a good thing my periods started at school and the school nurse explained what was going on or I'd have freaked. So tell me. How did you do it? I hope you didn't force yourself on her."

"Give me a little credit, Sara. I don't need to use force on a horny female, and your Mom was one rip-roaring horny female. I figured, why not knock off a piece."

"Back up. Describe how she reacted to what you told her and then how she reacted to the picture you showed her."

"First, I have this sad puppy dog look on my face when she answers the door wearing only a thin robe. She had just stepped out of the shower and still had water droplets on her upper chest and legs. It looked like she stepped from the shower and threw it on."

"The pink one with the white fringe?"

"Yeah, that one."

"Ummm, her sexy robe. Could you tell she was naked under it?"

"I could tell her tits were naked. Where they wet the fabric, you could see plain as day. I could see the goose bumps around her nipples. At first, she hid behind the door, but when she saw how distressed I was, she went ahead and let me in. She excused herself to put something decent on and that's when I could see her ass was bare, so I blurted out, 'I caught Sara in bed with Barney. They were having sex.' That stopped her dead in her tracks. She turned, clutching the robe at the chest with one hand hiding her bush.

"Oh god, I love it. You devil."

"Yeah, she forgot about changing, and to make sure she forgot, I came up and wanted a hug. She hugged me and patted my back. She tried to comfort me while I was hugging her body close to mine, keeping a good contact all down the front. I can feel that she's stiff and nervous, and I am too because I don't know that Ben is on a fishing trip. Still, it was an innocent looking hug. It was only the fact that it went on and on that would make it look otherwise, and I was facing the dining room, so as soon as he arrived, I was ready to break off the hug."

"How long did you two hug?"

"It was a very long hug, at least ten minutes, maybe fifteen. I had no reason to break it off because she relaxed more and more and wasn't making any moves to break off. A minute into this hug and I'm getting definite signals that she's loving this embrace we're in. I could feel her nipples harden. I had her jugs smashed flat to my chest because I'm applying pressure high on her back."

"What was she doing?"

"She's talking to me, telling me these things happen in the best of marriages, and you have to expect this sort of thing when you bring your buddies into your home and leave them alone with your wife, and that nature will sometimes take its course in the best of homes, and that we are all animals under our clothing: Sara and Barney, Ben and that trollop next door... you and me, we're all animals deep down."

"That slut! She was trying to give you ideas."

"Yes, and I caught that right away, and right after she says that, she blurts out, 'Ben went fishing. He won't be back till Sunday night.'"

"Oh, that horny slut, trying to seduce my husband."

"Yeah, and she hadn't seen the first picture, yet. I figure I'm home free so I thought I'd test her, see if I could shake her. I slid one hand down her back and rested it on the upper slope of her ass and said, 'I can't believe Sara would fuck my best friend.'"

"Oh, shit! You said fuck?"

"Yes. She doesn't flinch, but does hug back, so I add, 'The little slut gave him pussy she swore was mine and mine alone.'"

"You said fuck and pussy and she didn't flinch? Are you sure you went to the right house? Was she a tall woman, about five eight, a hundred and twenty pounds, and built?"

"That's her, barefoot and floppy tits, nice ass, and a great set of legs. She goes, 'Now, now, Stewart. That doesn't make her a slut. You could say she's weak, but aren't we all. Women are no different than men, you know. We love sex just as much as men do. We have needs and desires that husbands don't satisfy, even the best of them, even you, even Ben. If the right man comes along and there's little chance of getting caught, I think any woman would respond, any woman, even me with my daughter's handsome and very sexy husband.'"

"That horny fucking slut. God, I love it. What did you do next, Stewart, throw her down and fuck her?"

"No, I dropped both hands to her ass and pulled my hard-on into her mound. She hugged my chest to keep her tits mashed against me. I said, 'I just never thought Sara would fuck Barney.' She says, 'Why wouldn't you think that? He's a vulgar man. You saw what he did to her at the wedding. He as much said he intended to fuck her the first chance he got, and her reaction to that groping kiss was anything but a rejection.'"

"My Mom said fuck!"

"She sure did and that opened the flood gates. Let me finish what she said about that kiss at the wedding. She says, 'To me, it looked like she was trying to tell him he could fuck her any time and any place he felt like it. I mean, if she'd let him feel her up at her wedding right after taking you as her husband in front of God and everyone, where and when would she say no?'"

Sara said, "It wasn't that bad. Boy, they sure gave me shit about that kiss. She still brings it up when she wants to embarrass me. Maybe she was trying to turn me on. You know, now that I think of it, I'll bet she was. That kiss gets more vulgar every time she recounts it. She now has him feeling all inside my dress, groping in my crotch while I just stand there, holding the kiss, letting him have his way with my body. I never contradicted her because it did turn me on. I just figured she remembered what she wanted to see. This is great."

Stewart said, "Right after that, she says, 'He has a big cock between his legs. We all saw that. I'm sure he showed his cock to Sara many times, and I'm sure she sees it naked and throbbing. I don't see how any woman could resist that day after day, week after week, month after month for three years. They've probably been fucking for years I should think.'"

"Damn, she was trying to turn me on. I wonder why? I wonder where she was headed with that? I mean, what would she do with a turned on daughter?"

"If you'll just be quiet and listen, you'll know."

"All right, I'm all ears."

"Anyway, she goes on, 'You practically threw those two together. My daughter is a good girl, but she's no angel. She's a woman with a pussy between her legs. Nature dictates that she use her pussy for the purpose it was intended. We all have that primal urge to mate. Ben and I are surprised she hasn't turned up pregnant as long as this has been going on. We can't see a man like Barney using rubbers on her, and frankly, we can't see our daughter even asking.'"

"Oh fuck! Even Daddy knows! Stewart, if you're making this shit up, I'll be so pissed at you, and it will come out eventually. I can't believe my mother would say those things. This sounds more and more like one of your dumb male fantasies."

"Sara, I swear. This happened. It just now happened and everything is fresh in my mind. I am not adding or holding back. Shit, babe, my dick is still wet. Do you think I made that up, too?"

"I'm sorry, Stew, this is just so unexpected, so bizarre. This came right out of left field. I honestly had no clue they were like that. Wow, this is the ultimate. I am so thrilled. They know I'm committing adultery and they accept it. Hell, my mother is trying to get you to accept it. I love it!"

"Yes, and she tried harder and eventually came right out and said I should be a big man about this and look the other way, and if a pregnancy should result, to be a bigger man and accept the product of that relationship as my own. She said this with my cock in her hand and her robe opened down the front, rubbing the head of my dick on her clit."

"Damn, this just keeps getting better and better. Promise me you won't embellish or add anything. I need to know exactly what happened. Don't say anything just to turn me on. I can't get anymore turned on. I'll be in slut mode for the rest of the night. That's a firm promise."

"I'm sticking to the facts, Sara. You have my word."

Barney said, "So, when do you fuck the bitch?"

"I'm in no hurry. I know I'm going to get fucked. I wanted her to do everything just in case she felt remorse afterward. I didn't want her to ever think I took advantage of her. Hell, I even acted reluctant. She seduced me. She took off her robe, dropped down, and sucked my cock."

"My mother sucked a cock!"

"Your mother does a better slut act than you, Sara. When the cock sucking wasn't getting her anywhere, she laid back on the coffee table and made a beaver like you wouldn't believe. She opened those cunt lips wide and begged like a two-bit whore. Your old lady has a nice cunt, nice tits and great legs, too."

"She's only forty-one, Stew. Where do you think I got my body? So, did you put the horny slut out of her misery?"

"Sure did, and she's tighter than you."

"She's not getting the shit fucked out of her by a moose dick once a week."

"Yeah, and she offered to take care of my sexual needs from now on and she has your father's blessing to do that. She put it to me as a conditional tradeoff. She'd take care of me as long as I left you and Barney alone. They want you two to carry on in the open, and they want me to give you both my blessing. They want you to feel free to fuck Barney in bed with me if you get the urge to do that."

"Are you shitting me?"

"Not a bit. They'd like to see you and Barney acting like horny lovers. They want to see you out in public, at their house, hugging and kissing on each other. They'd like you to bring Barney to their house to fuck him. They want you to follow through on that scandalous act you put on at the wedding. You told everyone you were lovers, now they want to see lovers, and they want everyone else to see it, too. What's more, they want me powerless to do anything about it."

"Oh, this is beautiful. My parents are kinky."

"Here's the kinky part. You're going to love this. As a condition to getting pussy when I want it, I also have to give you my permission to conceive a child with Barney, and I have to wear rubbers while you're trying or abstain from vaginal sex altogether until you're pregnant."

"Stewart, you had to put that notion in her head. Don't try to bullshit me."

"I swear, Sara, that came right out of the blue. I never even mentioned the words pregnancy, baby, or bastard."

"Fantastic! She must have seen the picture."

"No, I had completely forgotten about the pictures. I never mentioned them to this point. I gave them to her right before I left--all ten. She fucking went nuts. She masturbated right then and there, came three times in ten minutes, and was still masturbating when I left. Your mom thinks you have a gorgeous pussy and your dad has been dying to fuck you since your were eight years old. Your mom said that when he sees those pictures, you're fucked, and she'll hold you down for him if she has to."

"Ummm, that could be fun--Mom holding me down for Daddy. I wish she'd done that when I was eight. So, Stewart, did you come clean and blab everything?"

"No, I said very little. All they know is that I caught you two fucking and snapped off ten pictures for proof. I didn't commit to her offer. I said I'd think about it. I figured you'd have something to say about where to go with this."

"Great! You did excellent, Stew, excellent. Okay, here's the deal, guys. I'll play your game though I still don't like it, but you have to play mine, actually, Mom and Dad's. Stewart, I want you to be difficult so they'll be forced to work on me to get you to come around."

"That might not work. They've wanted this for a long time and never gave you a clue."

"Things are different, now. She made a big move, and now they know they were right and have pictures to prove it. They'll do something. I want to see what they'll do and play off that, so the situation is, I'll play your game but you have to play mine, and when there's a conflict, mine wins. I doubt there will be many conflicts since the goals are so similar, but I expect minor ones to crop up."

Stewart said, "Hell, I'm game."

Barney said, "As long as I'm getting fucked, I don't give a rat's ass, but I want some of Mommy's pussy out of the deal."

"That won't be a problem, buddy. That bitch took one look at your schlong and went ga-ga."

Sara said, "Well, she'll have to come and get it. If you go to her, all deals are off. I want to see her beg and grovel. Maybe I can pick up some pointers. I'll see that she wants it. I'm sure she'll want to have a mother-daughter talk about this sooner or later. When it comes, I'll tell her what she has to do to get you to fuck her. You don't fuck any girl that won't grovel and beg."

Barney said, "I don't; never have; never will. A bitch wants Cyclops, she has to beg like a slut. That goes for the bitch's momma, too. It's a firm policy."

Sara said, "Yeah, well you just remember your policy and remember that the daughter of the momma bitch has to watch her momma beg, and then she has to guide your cock into her mommy's cunt and hold your balls while you fuck her. That has always been your policy, right?"

"Yeah, and she has to eat her mother's cunt after I pull out, eat it good, eat her till she cums, and then she has to eat her mother's cum. That's my new policy and I ain't backing off."

"I'll make sure she understands that. Surprised? Did you think I'd give you a hard time about that? Hell, I've fantasized eating pussy for years. I never thought about eating Mom's but pussy is pussy and a fucked pussy tastes like sperm, isn't that right, Stew?"

"Let's find out. Barn has a new woody."

Sara saw Barney's cock sticking up and rolled onto him, getting to her knees over it, giving Stew the fleas-eye view of a big cock entering a wet pussy. Sara laid her chest on Barney's chest, reached back with both hands, and made a better view. Looking back along her flank, she excitedly said, "Lick us while we fuck, Stew. Lick Barney's cock while it's fucking your wife's horny pussy... ummm, yes... oh, you nasty hubby. Lick us both, you sick puppy. Oh fuck yes!"

Sara brought her hands to Barney's head and cradled his ugly head for a deep soul kiss. She rarely kissed him, and rarely with real passion. This was a lover's passionate kiss and when it ended, Barney was smiling ear to tit ear. Sara hovered over his face and giggled. She said, "I'll fuck any man you want me to fuck as long as Stewart agrees to lick us while we fuck. Charge whatever you want. I'll be your whore on that condition, and I get fifty percent, just like we agreed. Deal?"

"You gotta deal, baby, but you ain't gettin' no strange cock till I get your ass pregnant."

"Oh, you meany. Not even my daddy's?"

"All right, but he'll have to pay the going rate and he'll have to do it with Stewart sucking on his nuts and licking his cock."

"Can't my own daddy get a daddy's discount?"

"It'll come out of your half if he does. Give up your cut and he can get pussy for ten bucks a pop."

"I'll give up half of my cut. Let's make it fifteen for Daddy. He can afford it. Oh, I just thought of something. My own daddy might get me pregnant. He could afford to match you cum for cum, and if I know my Stewart, he'll lick your cum out but leave my daddy's cum inside and just eat what leaks out. I wouldn't be at all surprised if he plugged my cunt with a cucumber and taped my thighs together with my hands tied behind my back so I can't wash it out. He'd make me soak in my own Daddy's semen. He's a very sick puppy, you know. It would be just like him to do something awful like that to a girl, especially if the girl is his wife."

Stewart took the hint, popped up, and said, "That's exactly what I plan to do." And then, he went back to licking two sexual organs having mutual orgasms and got gooey fuck splattered all in his face for the effort. When Sara rolled off and saw her husband's face, she burst out laughing. Barney lifted his weary head, took one look at Stewart with his wilting cock in Stewart's sucking mouth and said, "You are a sick jarhead. You know that don't you?" Stewart nodded with his mouth full.

Sara sat up next to Barney and they watched Stewart licking Barney's crotch. Sara cuddled into Barney's side, looked into his eyes and said, "You know, it might be fun pretending to be lovers. You're a good kisser."

"Thanks. That would be kinda neat for a change. I get tired of being called a scum ball. It would be great to walk around with a sexy doll like you on my arm making goo-goo eyes at me."

"Lady and the tramp."

"Thanks a lot."

"I said pretend. You're still an ugly scum ball, and don't ever forget that."

"Fuck you."

"I intend to. That's all you're good for. I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to leave you alone, then I'll fuck you even more. I'm not leaving your big cock alone until I know I have a baby growing in my womb, and I won't know that for sure until I've missed two periods. You're going to be sick of this game before I'm through with your nasty scum ball ass."

"Promises, promises. We'll see who wears out first, slut."

Sara smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, watching her hubby suck cock. A few pleasant minutes passed and she said, "So, where are you going to show me off besides the pool hall?"

"Everywhere, especially in places where people who know you hang out."

"You'd have to take me to church to do that."

"You think I won't?"

"No, and I don't think you'd behave yourself either. I don't think you'll let me wear any underclothes, and I know you can't keep your hands off me even though we're sitting beside my mother and father."

"The same church we used to go to?"

"The very same, the one we got married in."

"Hell, I'm game."

"So am I, and this time, I won't be the one to end the kiss no matter what. If you have the balls, go for it."

"I'll fuck your ass."

"I dare you. You don't have the balls to fuck a girl in church."

"I'll strip you naked and fuck you on your mother's lap, pull out, and cum in your mother's mouth."

"Talk is cheap, scum ball."

Stewart took his mouth of the dick to say, "Sara, he'll do it. Don't be talking that shit unless you're willing to go through with it."

"I am willing, and when Mom and Dad invite me and Barney to attend church with them, they're willing. We won't go unless we're invited, but if they're like you say they are, I think they'll invite. I think they'd love it. I think the congregation would love it. Well, most of them. The ones that don't love it can get up and leave. I know one thing, the pastor won't stop the service or do anything to interfere. He's been trying to fuck me since the age of four. I'll pay him a visit before the Sunday service and see that he has the incentive to keep on preaching no matter what."

Barney said, "You gonna fuck him?"

"I'll give him everything but, then promise him the rest after the service."

"You slut."

"Scum ball!"

"Dog fucker."

"Get me a dog and I'll show you dog fucker."

Stewart had to stop sucking again. "God damn, Sara. Would you fuck a dog?"

"Right now, I'd fuck a pack--suck and fuck. Get me a dog and keep him handy if you'd like to see your wife fuck a dog. Get me horny and I'll fuck a dog. I'll fuck him good and give you thirty minutes to draw a crowd, and if my parents are in the crowd, I'll get on my back, suck the mutt off, and swallow his load."

Barney and Stewart's eyes lit up. Barney said, "Hot damn, Buddy, we've got it made in the shade."

"Yeah, if we can ever get her this horny again."

Sara said, "Why don't I make it a promise so that I can't back out even when I return to normal."

"You'd never keep a promise like that and you know it."

"I would if I promised to keep all the promises I make regardless of my state of mind at the time."

"Would you do that and keep your word after you return to normal?"

"I'd feel more obligated to do so. I do know this, my tolerance level just went through the roof now that I know my parents love this. I won't have the same inhibitions or concerns that I had before. I'm game for anything, now. You guys would be fools not to take advantage. I expect you to, and I expect you to hold me rigidly to any promise I make or ever made. If you want me pulling trains, I'm your choo-choo--whooo whoo. Line up for free samples of slut pussy. Get it while it's hot."

The guys cracked up, giddy with success. They were home free. They finally got their Tarawa slut. Stewart said, "Okay, Sara, let's hear that promise to honor all promises."

Sara raised her right hand and swore, "I, Sara Connely, wedded wife of Stewart Connely, do solemnly swear to honor all promises made in the heat of passion till death do us part. How's that?"

"Great! Now, what promise would you make about the mutt? Make it good. Make it something that would kill you to have to honor. That'll be the test."

"Ummm, let's see. Okay, how about this? Have Barney get the dog. It'll be his dog. I am Barney's whore. Let's make that official right now. There, a promise. Now, as Barney's whore, I can refuse nothing. There's another promise. With those two promises, anything goes, not just with the dog, anything. Naturally, I can whine and plead, but whining and pleading only makes Barney hard and makes things worse. If we're in a public park with lots of people around and he tells me to fuck the dog and I whimper about it, I know he'll make me strip naked and suck the dog off."

Stewart said, "And you would do that, fuck a dog in public--seriously?"

"Not without whimpering first--seriously. I'm telling you guys, there is nothing I won't do, and I no longer give a fuck who sees or where it's done. If you want to keep me out of jail for public indecency, you'd best be careful where and when you give orders. Barney, you get carried away, and if you get too carried away, I'll get carried away, and neither one of you will get any pussy."

Barney said, "Public indecency is a misdemeanor in this county. It's a fine and not a bad one, usually fifty bucks. Cops don't really give a fuck. They just have to be seen doing something about it. They'll put you in the squad car in handcuffs, take you out somewhere, and fuck you. After they fuck you, they'll bring you home. If they have to charge you, the judge will talk to you in chambers. Fuck him, and you'll be fined fifty bucks. Fuck him good, and he'll throw it out."

Sara said, "In that case, get a dog with a big dick. Let's go all out, fuck it. There's just one thing. We need to wait on Mom and Dad. We have to bring them along and then it's all out. Get the dog first thing tomorrow, bring him back and make me fuck him. Right after that, Stewart, you get back to Mom and tell her of this latest development. Tell her Barney claimed me as his property, then to prove it, he made me fuck a dog right in front of you. Tell her I didn't even question his command. I just stripped, got on all fours, and let the dog screw me, and right after, I sucked Barney off and promised to be his whore right in front of you. That should get things going nicely, and I'm sure I'll be hearing from her right after. I am very curious to see how she reacts to that."

"I think she'll fucking love it."

"Let's hope so, because all my promises hinge on them liking this. If they like it, all of it, you guys have a full time slut on your hands."

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Barney and Stewart left at seven in the morning in search of the perfect dog. They returned six hours later with a beast. He stood waist high to Sara on all fours and when they held him up on his hind legs, he towered over her with his dick between her tits. And what a dick it was.

The dog was a mixed breed, part Great Dane and part mastiff, a huge animal with a bare underbelly that made his massive endowment look even bigger than it was. He also looked obscene with balls that belonged on a bull. He was a dog that needed pants. Sara never saw such a dog and was amazed at the size of his shiny red cock that she stroked to full erection in no time at all. She had twelve inches out of the sheath and could push back on the sheath and expose six more inches of dog cock as thick as a baby's arm.

She said, "Fuck, I don't know if I can take this much cock. I don't know if any woman can. Where the hell did you find him?"

Stewart said, "We had to drive to Culver City. We told the guy at our pound what we were looking for. He told us about this dog they had at the pound in Culver City. He's been there for six months because they couldn't bear to put him to sleep and nobody wanted him. They told us he was bred to fuck human bitches, and the bitch that had him proved it. Her husband made her give him up but she still returns to the pound to fuck him. That's why they kept him around. She's no bigger than you, Sara. If she can do it, you can."

"Well, hell, I'm game, but how do I reach it? All fours won't work."

"She does it standing up, forward or backward, but you have to be braced on something. She said you don't want to lose your footing. You can control the depth of penetration if you can stay on your feet. If you assume the position, he knows what to do."

Looking around, she said, "Well, I guess I could lean back against the kitchen counter. Let him down. I want to see him start from scratch on his own."

Sara, already nude, took a leaning back position with her arms braced back on the counter and her feet firmly planted a few feet apart. She wiggled her pussy at him, saying, "Want some pussy, big fella, some nice human pussy?"

He did. He was up over her in seconds, with his front paws on the counter, blindly feeling for her hole with his cock. Sara had several inches of space between their bodies, so she assisted by catching and guiding it to the mark. As soon as he felt hole, he danced up and sent inch after inch up her cunt, making Sara swoon. She had nine inches inside her, still on straight legs, getting fucked, but that was all the cock she'd get without squatting.

She looked to Stewart and said, "I love it. He's so big and he's swelling up inside me."

"Get more."

Sara settled to her elbows and slowly let her knees bow out, slipping her pussy lower down the shaft until her cunt lips could feel the fur at the tip of his sheath. Under their encouraging words, she folded the sheath down three inches, but that was it for her and she was in a hard sweat when she next looked over to the masturbating men and said, "That's all I can take and he has swelled up so big inside, he can't possibly pull out. Feel right over my mound and you'll see what I mean."

Each felt the hard lump move under her skin. It felt like a baseball. Stewart declared, "God damn, Sara, you're hung up like a real bitch."

"Tell me about it. I feel like I've been impaled on a stake. I feel like the end is in my belly. He's pushing on my diaphragm. It's like someone is lightly poking me in the gut with two fingers. I feel like a real bitch."

Barney said, "I got news for you, Sara, you look like a real bitch."

"I can imagine. I thought dogs were faster."

Stewart said, "Not this one. He was trained to go slow. She said he takes twenty to thirty minutes to cum on average, and another ten to come down enough to pull out."

"You saw this woman?"

"No, I talked to her on the phone. She also told me he's trained to throat fuck."

"Throat fuck?"

"Yeah, he fucks you in the mouth and it goes down your throat. She said if you relax, it'll go right down, but his knot can't get inside your mouth, so he can only get the first half inside. That's about nine inches. She warned never to let him throat fuck you until his knot fully forms or you'd be stuck with his dick down your throat until it goes down."

"Shit, how do you breathe?"

"You don't if the knot forms once his cock is all the way in. You'll suffocate long before he cums. If you start after the knot forms, he can't get the knot past your mouth. He'll pull out enough to let you breathe, roughly every thirty seconds, but then he'll go back to fucking. She said take three deep breaths, then get ready. You don't want to be out of breath when he goes back in, because he'll wait thirty seconds regardless and he can't tell time."

"Jesus Christ!"

"She said the best position for throat fucking is on your hands and knees, because you can always break free if you have to. He'll mount you over your head with his front paws on your ass. You won't be able to back off because he'll follow, but you can end a throat fuck by turning your head and pushing at the dick. You just shake loose. You can then get in a fuck position."

"That's unbelievable. Did he ever cum in her mouth?"

"Sure, and he'll pull back for that so that you can suck on the end as he's squirting. He's a big cummer, so she said close your throat and let it run out of your mouth, or suck and swallow as fast as you can. She always swallowed but she said dog cum is an acquired taste."

Barney said, "You'll acquire it."

"I figured as much. God damn, this is good. I hope Mom and Dad are this kinky. I'd love to suck him off in front of them in that position, buck naked wearing a dog collar."

Barney said, "Yeah, with me holding your leash, ordering you to do it."

"Of course. I do whatever you say. I'm your whore. I'll explain that to them first, and then, I'll take orders. I'll show them what a good whore I am for you. They'll be so proud of their little girl. I'll bet afterward, they both come up and pet me and tell me what a good whore I am and what a good bitch I make. I'll wag my ass like a happy little bitch. God, I hope it goes like that. I do love being a happy little bitch. You're such a good doggie... yes you are. Hey, what's his name?"

"Rover."

"Rover. How original. I think Rover is about to cum. Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Rover! Yeah, baby, fuck your bitch. OH FUCK! He's flooding my cunt! AHHH... OHHH... Ugh, YES! Oh GOD! Fill me up, puppy... Oh, Stewart, I'm full of cum. I'm bloated with cum. Feel. I've got cum running out my ears, feels like."

"You are bloated, and none is leaking out."

"How could it? I'm plugged solid. When that plug goes down, look out. I can feel it going down. You'd better get your head out of there, or are you that sick?"

"I won't know till I try it."

Sara looked to Barney and said, "I hope he acquires the taste."

Barney said to Sara, "You're a sick puppy."

"I must be. He's licking at my stuffed pussy and I love it. Say, Stewart, are you tasting anything, yet?"

"A little. It's not bad."

"Good, get it all. I don't want to make a mess if we can help it. He's gone way down. You must be getting plenty, now. I can feel it leaking out."

"Umph... ugh... yeah... ugh... it's... starting... to pour... out."

"Don't talk with your mouth full, just keep licking. Get ready, Stewart. He wants down. Are you ready?"

"Yumph..."

"Okay, Rover. Down boy."

Rover went with the push and Stewart quickly replaced the exiting cock with a tight mouth seal, looking straight up her front over her bald mound. Sara was looking down at the man sucking on her beaver. She rolled her pelvis saying, "Yes, honey, eat that dog fuck out of me. Yes, you're a good hubby. You keep your wife's pussy nice and clean even after a dog fucks her. Umm, eat all that yummy dog fuck out of your wife's pussy. Show Barney what a good hubby you'll be for his whore, his bitch whore. Take your time. Eat slow. Don't be a cum glutton. Make it last. Sip, don't gulp."

At the pace Sara set, it took Stewart thirty minutes to clean her pussy, but he didn't mind and she sure didn't. She patted him on the head for his effort and he wiggled his butt. They all had a good laugh then sat down to discuss what he'd tell Ruth, Sara's mom. Ben was still fishing.

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Sara was on pins and needles awaiting Stewart's return. He took over an hour again and returned with a wet dick again. Sara took that as a good sign and happily licked and sucked him clean before getting in a good masturbation position to hear all about it.

The guys sat on the bed at Sara's spread as she reclined against the headboard, saying, "Okay, start at the beginning."

"As you know, I called first, so she knew I was coming. She answered the door in her birthday suit and pulled me in. Though she didn't know what this visit was about, she attacked me, dropped my pants, pushed me against the wall, and sucked me off."

"I love it."

"Yeah, it was good. After she got my load and slowly swallowed, she wanted me naked and stripped me. We went to the sofa and got comfortable. I just sat there. She turned my way and played with my dick with her arm around my neck. She said, 'Well, Stewart, have you thought over our offer? Are you ready to surrender your wife to Barney unconditionally?'"

"Unconditional surrender? That wasn't the deal last night."

"I know, and I brought that up. She explained that Ben called to report in right after I left, and he wanted an unconditional surrender, a forfeiture of all rights by marriage in exchange for all the sex I want from Ruth."

"Sounds fair to me."

"I told her it was now a moot point, then I explained how Barney claimed you and then I described how he ordered you to suck off the dog, and how you went right to your hands and knees. I described the throat fuck so I hope you can do it."

"I tried it while you were gone. I can do it. It wasn't easy, but I got the hang of it. Okay, so what was her reaction?"

"She climbed on and fucked me like a mad woman. I had to tell her about it while she fucked me. I'll bet she came eight times in thirty minutes, and when I explained how you sucked on that mutt's spewing dog cock, she fucking went berserk."

"OH GOD!"

"Sara, your mother and father are huge fans of bestiality involving you going way back. It's their favorite fantasy and you sucking off a dog is their all-time favorite. They never imagined a dog like Rover. I had to describe his cock over and over again. She is dying to see you and Rover in action. She's going to pop in and hope something happens. She could pop in at any time."

"Okay, you stay dressed just in case she does. Just close the bedroom door with me, Barney, and the dog inside. Bang on the door and tell me my mother is here. I'll make her wait. Actually, Barney will make her wait. When he finally lets me go to her, I'll go out in a slinky wrap, looking fucked and guilty. Hopefully the dog will follow and do some crotch licking. By the way, that mutt can't get enough twat licking."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. If he does that in front of her... well, just imagine it. Anyway, Barney, I want you to stay in the bedroom. Just to let her know you're in here, yell out something like, 'Hey, bitch, bring me a beer.' After I hop to and bring you a beer, I'll throw something on and Mom and I will go for a drive to have that mother/daughter talk. When we get back, if all goes well, you get some Mommy pussy, and I'll get throat fucked to orgasm. I hope he'll be ready by then."

Barney said, "Sounds like a plan."

Stewart said, "Can I make a suggestion I know she'll like?"

"Sure, what?"

"Have Barney throw open the bedroom door then let her see him force you out naked followed by the dog. While you keep her waiting, get the dog fully hard. Try to hide your nakedness while fending off the horny dog. She'd love it."

"All right, we'll do it that way, but I have to look eager to get away. I won't be able to go back in the bedroom. I'll need something I can put on. Why don't you have your shorty bathrobe out there hanging on a kitchen chair? I'll throw that on and have you control the dog so we can get away. That'll leave me almost naked in the car with her for the talk. Forget the beer thing, Barney. If she sees you push me out, that's enough."

Stewart said, "I think I heard a car pull in the driveway."

"Places, everyone. Stewart, get the robe."

It was Ruth, and the pounding on the bedroom door came seconds later, "Sara, your mother's here to see you."

"I'll be out in a few minutes."

After yelling this, Sara returned to coaxing another erection from the dog. Fortunately, she didn't suck him to a climax when she tried throat sucking, and it had now been three hours since the first. He came out easy, all the way out, an impressive load under the belly. Sara stood back with Barney and looked at it. She shook her head and said, "Damn, that's vulgar. I guess I'm ready. I hope you can act. Tell me to get my ass out there in a loud voice and we'll take it from there."

In the living room, facing the bedroom door, Ruth sat excitedly beside Stewart. He had to keep pushing her hands out of his crotch, acting worried that Sara might come out without warning and see. Ruth said, "Are they fucking?"

"Who knows. They have the dog in there with them. I would imagine something's going on."

"This is so exciting. She must be dying of embarrassment right now."

"I'm sure she is. I'm sure he's detaining her. She might be hung up with the dog."

"That's delicious. Can you imagine having to wait for a dog's dick to go down with your mother waiting on you?"

Then they heard, "God damnit, I said get your ass out there!"

"No, please, Barney. My mother's out there. Barney, no, please God!"

And then the door flew open and Sara was thrust out, almost falling, and then the dog walked out swinging that monster schlong under his belly. Ruth sat with her mouth open as Sara cowed away, trying to hide her naked body from her mother and then the dog as he nosed her hard in the crotch and lapped the entire area between her legs, hand and all.

She backed away until she encountered the wall. Her mother was up off the sofa and coming up on her side just as the dog jumped up and pinned Sara to the wall. This wasn't part of the plan but worked out nicely because it looked so realistic. Hell, it was real. Sara was truly trying to control him and wasn't doing very well. His dick hit her dead center on the first attempt and went in to the nine-inch mark.

While getting humped, Sara cried, "Stewart, help me! Get him off."

Stewart pulled hard on his collar, but Rover didn't pull easy. Ruth was simply transfixed, watching the dog cock go in and out of her daughter's pussy. Sara gave her mother a good view by twisting and squirming, all the while imploring Stewart to pull harder.

He pulled harder and Sara managed to twist free but found herself facing the wall with paws pressed on her shoulder blades, pinning her to the wall again. And again, the cock found its mark, only now her face was turned away from her mother, so Ruth got down and moved in for a closer look, signaling Stewart not to pull so hard while Sara told him just the opposite.

Ruth was soon on her hands and knees with one hand in her panties with her face as close to the scene as she dared. She kept getting closer and closer until the dog's haunches hit her and bumped her face against the back of Sara's leg near the top.

Sara smiled when she felt this, knowing her mother's face wasn't a foot from her pussy with a fantastic view of bestiality starring her number one actress. Sara had ten inches of dog cock working her twat in a hard humping six-inch stroke with the swollen knot bumping hard against the mouth of her pussy on the in-stroke.

It was too late to get the knot in even if she squatted, so Sara played the unwilling victim to the hilt, and kept getting bumped by her mother's face. The scene she found herself in was almost comical. Hell, it was comical and she almost laughed. Her poor mother simply could not control herself, got in too far, and repeatedly got her head butted against a butt.

Her mother moved out and around the right leg to the front, squeezing in between the leg and the wall. Sara soon felt feminine fingers exploring the area of penetration. She also felt her mother's cheek against her inner thigh and breast against her leg.

Sara told Stewart to let him finish, then she relaxed her struggles and stepped wider. Her mother's fingers now explored her pussy, feeling along the shaved lips, the bald mound, the clit and inner lips that rode on a plunging cock, feeling her bare ass and soft inner thighs, running her hand up Sara's front to play with her tits and tweak the nipples, then returning to the pussy just in time for the dog's climax.

This time, the dog could pull out right after and did. Ruth's hand was gripping the dog's cock, up against the pussy, so her hand got drenched as the cock slipped through.

Sara remained in place, waiting for her mother to move, but Ruth was in no hurry and wiped her hand on Sara's inner thighs, doing a cum smear the way God intended. You need a lot of cum for a good cum smear and Ruth had a lot, smearing both inner thighs from crotch to knee. She got more and smeared Sara's belly, more and smeared both tits. Between smears, she dallied in the soupy twat with four fingers inserted. She'd gather fuck and find a dry place to smear it. It occurred to Sara that her mother and her husband shared a kink. Her mother did it better, but then she had so much more to work with and softer fingers.

After several long minutes of cum smearing, she got up and went into the kitchen. Sara turned to face Stewart. She gave him a big smile and made a face of ecstasy. She then went to the robe, threw it on without the belt, and met her mother returning from the kitchen, saying, "Mom, hurry, let's go someplace and talk."

Sara got in her Mom's car and they headed to Simpson Park, a quiet place a few blocks away. Sara looked and acted mortified, sitting on her right side with her legs drawn up tight, looking out the passenger side window, tugging at the short hem of Stewart's robe.

Ruth was looking at an enticing display of sticky naked haunch. She could even see the slimy bottom leg and inner thigh with a long drool of dog cum sliding down the curve of thigh to the seat. Sara felt it and felt her mother's eyes watching it. She tugged at the hem, and said, "God, this is so embarrassing, Mother."

"We all knew this was coming, Sara."

"You knew he'd mate me to a dog?"

"He's the type. We just wondered what took him so long."

"You've been expecting this all along?"

"Yes, Sara. We knew it would come to this one day. We knew at the wedding when you gave yourself to him so shamelessly. Honey, you could not have said 'please make me your whore' any clearer if you'd shouted it at the top of your lungs. Ever since the wedding, your father and I have always thought of you as Barney's whore, first, and Stewart's wife, second. Everyone else at your wedding and most of the town think the same thing."

Sara uncurled, sat straight in the seat, and turned her head to face her mother. The robe had parted to expose her naked pussy and they both looked at it. Sara made no move to cover herself and allowed her legs to drift apart so her slit showed as she said, "My being Barney's whore doesn't seem to bother you."

"We adjusted to that reality years ago. Our only child is Barney's whore. We fully accept that and all the ramifications that go with it."

They were now parked and Ruth turned to face Sara and looked openly at her pussy and the finger now stroking through the slimy slit. She reached over and pulled the robe off the hip, then pushed the other side off, then moved the edges outside both gooey tits.

Sara went with this bold move, turned to fully face her mother, then leaned back against the door while making a big beaver, bringing both hands into it to play in the messy groove, saying, "Do you think he has the right to breed me to his dog like a bitch?"

"Yes, we do. He has every right to do with you as he pleases. If he wants you to sexually service his animal, that's where your duty lies."

"Do you support him?"

"Absolutely, and your father is in full agreement on this." Ruth reached out and inserted two fingers deep in Sara's cunt, saying, "Now that you see what your impulsive act has led to, do you have any regrets?"

"No, not if you and Daddy can accept this."

"Honey, we not only accept this, we approve. Your father was just about to the point of going to Barney and asking him to bring this relationship out in the open. Everyone knows you're Barney's slut in that house. He brags all over town. We've heard how you beg for his cock. It's no secret and we got over the shame two years ago. Now, we want this done openly and honestly, and we'd like everyone to see what they've been thinking."

"Do you want them to see me being screwed by a dog?"

"Yes, does that surprise you?"

"Yes, but pleasantly so. I could be a very good bitch for Barney if that's what you'd like me to be."

"We'd like that very much. We have long thought you'd make an excellent bitch, and now that I've seen for myself, we were right. You have a beautiful bitch pussy between your legs, Sara. Open it up for me. Show me your bitch pussy, Sara."

Sara pulled her lips wide and watched her mother's fingers toy with the pink parts, still with two fingers inserted deep. Ruth said, "Yes, this is a lovely bitch pussy, marvelous, and Barney found the perfect dog for it. I must thank him properly for finding such a fine mate for my little girl."

"If you want to thank him properly, he'll make you beg."

"Do you think that's beneath me, to beg for a man's cock?"

"Would you?"

"Yes, I'll beg with my legs wide and my cunt pulled open."

"You'll have to beg with me present. He'd insist."

"I'd want you present."

"Well, then, I'm sure he'll let you thank him properly. There's just one thing. When he's done, he'll make me eat your pussy till you cum, then I'll have to lick up your cum."

"OH! Well, that's between you and Barney. If he tells you to do that, I certainly won't object."

"Why don't we go back and thank him."

"Before we do, we have something to discuss. I'd like to give your father a surprise gift when he gets back this evening. He doesn't know about any of this. All he knows is that we have proof that you are fucking Barney. Stewart delivered some very revealing pictures just yesterday. Were you aware that he came to see me?"

"No, I didn't even know he had pictures."

"He does. I have them now. Here's what I'd like to do. Your father's favorite fantasy is that Barney does just what he did today, stakes his claim on you, only he doesn't stop with Stewart. He brings you to our house and demonstrates to us the control he has over you and makes us accept him as your owner with the right to do as he pleases with you, to include impregnating you. After seeing all the filthy things he can make you do simply by issuing a command, we agree, then hold you down while he plants his seed in your womb. We both swear to serve him as assistants in your sexual enslavement, so on and so forth. There's a lot of silly themes that branch from that, and they get sillier and stupider as they go along. Anyway, I'd like to make that fantasy come true."

"Sounds kinky but fun."

"Yes, it has been fun and it has kept our sex life rich and exciting. We never seriously thought anything like that might actually happen, and we never imagined Barney would stake his claim with a dog. That was too farfetched to contemplate, although dogs do figure prominently in the fantasy as things progress and get nasty. If Barney were to show up with you and the dog, then demonstrate his control by ordering you to suck off that beast, and you get right down and do it, even swallowing his sperm, well, your father would just die. He would just absolutely keel over and die."

Sara laughed and said, "Well, let's kill him. I'll work out something with Barney and we'll be there at eight. I'll make it good, and he'll never know you were in on it."

"Great! I'd like this to catch him right out of the blue. You have no idea how much we both love this fantasy. Ever since the wedding, it's all we think about, our darling angel turned mutt slut."

"I warped you, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. From that day on, we've gone straight down hill. I dare say we qualify as perverts, both of us. We've spent a small fortune on some very raunchy pornography, and we've even done some wife swapping, quite a bit lately."

"I'm glad. Perverts have more fun."

"I'd like to lick your cunt, Sara."

"That's perverted, mother. My cunt is full of dog cum, but I suppose, being a pervert, you prefer it that way."

Ruth smiled as her head went into Sara's beaver and lapped over all the messy pink parts. Sara rolled her loins under the lapping tongue and said, "Do you like the taste of my bitch pussy, Mother?"

"Ummm, yes."

"Would you like me to do this to you tonight as a warmup?"

"Suck the dog first."

"Would you like me to suck Daddy off or fuck him?"

"Suck him and fuck him. Have him cum in your pussy."

"I will, but it'll cost him fifteen bucks. Barney is selling my pussy for twenty bucks a pop. Fifteen is the daddy discount."

"So, your father can have you anytime he wants?"

"For fifteen dollars, yes. That's fifteen each time, not fifteen one time."

"I know how it works. So our baby is a real whore besides being a real bitch."

"Do you approve of that, too?"

"Of course we do, and your father will be elated at this news. He'll be your best customer."

"He'll be my only customer until I get pregnant. Daddy is the only man allowed to cum in my pussy besides Barney. Stewart has to lick and suck all of Barney's cum out each time, so Daddy has a good chance of knocking me up."

"Oh God, Sara, I love this. I absolutely love this. He'll love this. Has Stewart ever licked Barney's cum from your pussy?"

"He does, now. He's not happy about having to do that so he said that after Daddy cums in my pussy, he's going to plug my cunt with a cucumber, tape my thighs together, and tie my hands behind my back so that I can't wash his sperm out and have to let my womb soak in my father's sperm. Barney said he could do that."

"OH FUCK, SARA!"

"Mommy, are you masturbating?"

"No, I'm frigging my fucking cunt, you dog sucking whore!"

"Mommy, your language!"

"Uhhh, Ahhhh... Oh yes, so good. I'm cumming, Sara. Mommy's cumming while licking your bitch pussy... ugh, so good."

Sara smiled and let her mother come down from her orgasm before saying, "You really have no shame, do you Mother?"

"I must have a tiny bit, because I didn't lick your pussy while the dog was fucking it. I almost did. I wanted to."

"I could tell. I was thrilled. I thought you were going to. You certainly had no qualms about feeling me up and smearing me up."

"Did you like that?"

"I loved it. Why do you think I told Stewart to let the dog finish as I spread my legs wider?"

"I missed that. All I saw was dog cock and the sexiest pussy I ever saw getting fucked by it. Sara, your father will just die, just keel over and die. Be a good bitch tonight."

"I will be the best bitch ever. You'll see. Well, are you ready to thank Barney, now?"

"Yes. More than that, I'm ready for you to suck his cum out of my cunt. That's one of my biggies. I fantasize that Barney orders me to train you to be a good cunt sucker, and I throw myself into the task. When I have you, your face is wedded to my cunt, and I even make you suck and swallow my piss. Isn't that awful?"

"That's kinky, Mother. Are you going to piss in my mouth while I'm eating you after Barney fucks you?"

"I would never actually do that, Sara. That's just a crazy fantasy. Sometimes, the craziest, silliest things are a huge turnon in fantasy. Anything goes in fantasy. You can just let your imagination run wild. Ben taught me that and just in the past few years. I'll bet I hadn't masturbated ten times from the time I first did it until your wedding. Now, ten times is a good day. I'm serious. I love frigging off and fantasizing."

"Barney would love it if you pissed in my mouth."

"Oh, I couldn't do that. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?"

"Of course not. That's sick, but it doesn't matter what I want or don't want. I'm just a whore. If you want to properly thank Barney, you should think only of his desires."

"Of course. What was I thinking. He would like that, wouldn't he--a mother pissing in her daughter's mouth while she had to eat her pussy after a fuck? What an awful thing for a mother to do to her child. Yes, I must do that or I can't call myself a pervert."

"I would think so."

"Oh, absolutely, and I must do that when you eat me in front of your father, otherwise, he'll think I'm not one of them, a fellow pervert."

"We wouldn't want him to think that."

"We're going to make an awful mess, you know?"

"Not if I swallow every drop."

"No, you wouldn't--would you?"

"Yes, otherwise I'll make a mess and get a beating, and I wouldn't dream of soiling your nice sofa."

"No, you can't let one drop of my piss reach the sofa. I'm sorry, dear, but you have no choice but to swallow all of my piss, even the dribbles at the end. You'll have to thoroughly lick my pussy to be sure you get it all."

"I will, I'll lick and lick and lick until nothing comes out for several minutes."

"You're a good girl, Sara, a great whore, and an excellent bitch. We are so proud of our little girl."

"Thank you, Mom. A daughter is never too old to hear words of praise from her parents."

They had a good laugh, a good hug, then returned to properly thank Barney. After Ruth thanked Barney's brains out, she made a wide messy spread for Sara. The guys were on the edges of their seats in anticipation of this epic event in a slut's life, the day she goes down on her own mother, something all sluts aspire to do, and to look at Sara go into that beaver, this was a big day in her life. To look at Ruth, it was a bigger day.

Ruth sat low in a big stuffed chair, almost lying in it. She had her legs drawn back and bent at the knees. She rested her forearms on the backs of her thighs, held her cunt lips wide with fingertips lined down each shaved cunt lip, and stared intently at her daughter's approaching face.

The first lapping lick through the wide oval slit made Ruth swoon, and follow-up laps put a wiggle in her hips. The tonguing of her fuck hole drove her wild, and the sucking of her clit made her piss. The guys almost shit when they saw piss hit Sara in the face and she glued her mouth to the piss hole and began sucking and swallowing like mad.

This launched them from their chairs and they took kneeling positions on either side of Sara, pushing back and out on Ruth's thighs, bringing her pussy up and opening the plane of her crotch. Ruth made continuous relief moans, leaving no doubt she was relieving her bladder in Sara's mouth, but without that, Sara left no doubt that she was sucking and swallowing a heavy flow, trying to keep up. The guys were speechless, and their intense interest and fascination sparked Ruth to say, "Swallow all of my piss, Sara. Don't spill a drop."

When the flow slowed to a trickle, Sara unglued her mouth and slurped. When the trickle slowed to a dribble, she began lapping. Ruth could be seen straining out the dribbles for Sara to lap up, and Sara concentrated her licks right on the piss hole, and when no more came, even under a hard strain, Sara used her fingers to peel back the hooded clit, exposing the urethra and bringing it out where she pursed her lips over it and nursed. The guys were awed, dumbstruck, and Ruth said, "Suck out every drop, Sara."

Sara nursed for a few minutes, then fastened her mouth over the large clit and sucked hard. She brought her mother to a thrashing orgasm in under a minute, then rode out her orgasm for another minute, then dropped down to her mother's fuck hole and devoured her spend in deep-probing, wall-swabbing, womb-lapping, deep-delving sucks, then dropped to her asshole and tongue-fucked her ass, then licked her mother from tail bone to belly button, doing both inner thighs, then going over the pussy thoroughly, leaving Ruth in a cross-eyed stupor.

Sara knew she did great and leaned over her mother to solicit praise. Ruth slowly returned to Earth, saw Sara's smiling face, grabbed her by the head and said, "Do that for your father tonight. Don't change a thing, just like that. He'll die, just keel over and die."

Sara laughed and said, "I'll do better. Drink lots of fluids."

"Oh, I plan to down a six pack from seven to eight on a full bladder. I'll be bursting when you start. I'm going to drown you in piss. Don't worry about the damn sofa. I don't want you to catch it all. Let's make it messy."

Sara laughed again. Her mother was so funny to her like this. She loved it. Sara helped her mother up and they hugged, then they kissed, then they swapped spit the way lovers do, dueling with their tongues. Stewart and Barney sat back smugly and absorbed the sight, certain it would dissolve into a sixty-nine at their feet.

As usual, they were wrong. The ladies went into the bedroom with the dog and locked the door. They stayed in the bedroom for two hours, making the kind of noise that drives curious males nuts.

All they were doing in there was making noise that drove curious males nuts, letting the dog get some rest, and talking about fantasies, experiences, sexual likes and dislikes, and controlling men with sex. In two hours, Sara told Ruth everything, held nothing back, and Ruth did likewise. When they parted at the front door at six o'clock, they were in perfect sync and understood each other to a T. They parted best friends and lovers.

Sara returned from the door and told Stewart to go buy her a collar and a leash, then she took Barney into the bedroom and grilled him on his role to be played out in her parents' house at eight o'clock. His role wasn't difficult. Basically, he had to be himself but follow Sara's script, a script Ruth helped write. They didn't have much time as Sara needed to get pretty and wear a fancy dress with all the trimmings: bra, panties, slip, stockings, and garters with high heels. She had to look her Sunday best, so she talked while getting ready.

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At seven thirty, Stewart arrived with the collar and leash--black velvet. He placed the collar around her neck and snapped on the leash. Barney took the leash. Stewart stood back to take in the full picture and grabbed his crotch, saying, "Fuck, what a picture! Sara, you look fantastic, and that collar... shit, it stands out so dramatically. I mean, it screams bitch, sex slave, owned woman, and with Barney holding the leash, it begs an explanation, like what the fuck does he have on that bitch."

"Well, that's the look we're after, so we did good. Okay, Barn. Are you ready? Do you remember the order of things?"

"I got it, already."

"And your speech?"

"Yeah, yeah."

"Look, if you blow this, I'll find myself another pimp, one who can follow simple instructions."

"Don't threaten me. You're my whore. You gave your word. You promised."

"I'll unpromise, and that's not a threat, it's a fucking promise, you dumb scum ball."

"Damnit, Stewart, can't you control your wife?"

"No. God damnit, Barney, don't give her a hard time when she's going along. This is important to her. We give her this; she gives us what we want. Why do you have to fucking complicate this? Play the fucking game, damnit!"

"You fuckers play so many damn games, I don't know up from down. I just want some god damn pussy when I want it."

Sara got in close and softly said, "Then learn to play the game. Get this through your thick skull, Nimrod. You would never get pussy if you didn't play the game. You can't get pussy when you want it unless you pay for it, and you're always broke. The only way you get pussy is if I give you some, and I refuse to give you any pussy unless you play my game."

"I got your mother."

"I gave you my mother. I set it up. You wouldn't have gotten her on your own. You've had three years to try and been horny most of those three years. Write this down on the inside of your right wrist so that when you jack off you can read it. You do not get pussy unless I give you pussy, and I won't give you pussy unless you play my game. Got it?"

"All right. I got it."

Sara turned to Stewart and said, "Stew, I'm going to be gone for a week. You can visit me at Mom and Dad's, but I'll be in training. I'd prefer you stayed away for this week. You two will have to fend for yourselves but Mom will stop by to give you sex. Knowing her, she'll bring meals. I'm sure she'll take good care of you guys. She knows you eat cum, so pig out. Barney, get my bag."

"You get the bag. You're the one wearing the collar, bitch."

Sara picked up her travel bag and threw it into Barney's arms, saying, "Carry my fucking bag, asshole! I'll carry it when we get there, and don't tug on my leash till we get there. Give me that damn thing."

She yanked the leash from his hand and stormed out. Barney looked to Stewart and said, "Your wife is a bitch."

"She will be if you get your head out of your ass. Remember what she said. She gives you pussy. She has always given you pussy. She may not always give you pussy. You have to play the game, Barn."

On the way out he said, "All right, all right, I'll play the fucking game. I just wish she'd stop changing the fucking rules."

Sara went over the game plan one more time on the way over and had him recite his speeches twice. When they pulled into her parents' driveway, they were ready. They stepped from the car and let Rover out of the back. Sara had a leash; he didn't. Sara also carried her bag and got tugged along. She was looking somber and frightened, humiliated and terribly ashamed, mostly cowed, humble, beaten down, a slave to a pervert. Her father answered the door.

Ben took in the scene--Sara, Barney, collar, leash, dog--MALE DOG--and his eyes grew like saucers. He called out, "RUTH, GET OUT HERE!"

He opened the door wide, admitting them, dog and all. Sara struggled on in with the bag, getting jerked by the leash. Barney smacked her with the leash and told her to stand up straight and stick her chest out.

"RUTH, GET IN HERE!"

Ruth came running and ran into Rover who was exploring the new digs. She folded over his back and got carried six feet before she found footing and got off. She looked startled, stood back, looked at Sara standing at attention, holding a travel bag, wearing a collar, then came into the living room and stood quietly at Ben's side as Barney said, "Sit down on the couch. I have something to explain to you." Sara hung her head.

Barney smacked her chest with the leash and told her to hold her head up and stick her tits out. He whipped her ass for good measure, saying, "I told you to keep your tits sticking out, didn't I?" He grabbed her bodice and tore it down to her waist, taking the bra and slip with it. "There, now your tits are sticking out." He pinched her left nipple and twisted hard, making her wince but not cry out. "You'll stick these titties out now, won't you, bitch?" She nodded hard while biting her lower lip. Real tears formed.

Ben sat in stunned awe, gripping Ruth's knee. She had her hand on his and squeezed at all the good parts as he squeezed her knee at all the good parts. They both had the same good parts.

Barney took her bag and tossed it, then turned to Ben and Ruth and said, "I'm here to tell you that your daughter is my whore. I don't care who she's married to or who her parents are, this bitch belongs to me. She's not your daughter anymore, she's my whore. She does what I tell her to do. She doesn't listen to you unless I tell her she can. If you want to continue to see her, you'll do so by my rules, understand?"

Both nodded. He went on, doing surprisingly well, saying, "You will not address her by the name you gave her. You will only address her by one of the names I use: slut, whore, bitch, cunt. You'll use those terms because that's what she is. Mommies have the most difficult time adjusting to this, so Ruth, I want you to come up here and prove to me that you know how to treat a slut, whore, bitch, cunt."

Ruth got up and rounded the coffee table, coming up on Sara's right. Barney was on her left and said, "Impress me, Ruth. Let me see you treat her as I want her treated. Impress me or you'll never see her again."

Ruth looked unsure, confused, though her part was well-rehearsed. She timidly said, "You are a slut."

"Oh, come on, Ruth. Put some feeling in it. She's a slut. You hate sluts. You didn't raise your only daughter to be a slut. Slap her when you say that. Let her know how you feel about her becoming a slut."

Ruth hesitated, then lightly slapped Sara's face and yelled, "YOU SLUT."

"I'm not impressed."

She slapped the other side harder, yelling louder, "YOU FILTHY WHORE!"

"Better, but I'm still not impressed."

She started getting into it, grabbed Sara's right nipple and twisted hard to help with the tears, saying, "YOU FILTHY CUNT!" She grabbed the other one and twisted, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She slapped both tits as she yelled, "YOU GOD DAMN TRAMP."

Tears flowed down Sara's face as she pretended to sob. Ruth continued slapping face, titties, hurling invectives one after the other while hitting harder, making red areas appear. Barney said, "Rip her clothes off. Strip the bitch naked."

Ruth tore into Sara's clothes, ripping and tearing, jerking Sara around as material resisted. Ben had a hard-on he was pressing on with both hands. Ruth circled Sara, ripping at shreds of material while slapping at bare flesh until Sara was down to panties, garter belt, nylons, and heels. She ripped off the garter belt and the hosiery fell to Sara's knees. She got down and removed the heels and hose, then reached up and yanked the panties down and ripped them apart at Sara's knees.

She circled her naked daughter, calling her filthy names, then came around front, grabbed her by the cunt, raised her to her toes, and yelled in her face, "YOU ARE A FILTHY FUCKING, BITCH WHORE, A SLUT, A CUNT, AND I WILL NEVER LET YOU FORGET THAT, BITCH!"

"All right, Ruth, you passed, but just barely. Sit down. Ben, just tell her what your new name for her will be."

Rover wandered over, saw a naked bitch, and began licking her between her legs, getting a rapid erection that emerged from the sheath like a red snake that just kept coming, fascinating Ben. He stared for the longest time as his daughter offered her beaver to the dog's tongue. When Ben saw her do that, he said, "BITCH!"

"Good choice. You don't know how right you are. Would you like to see this bitch suck off a dog?"

Ben looked to Ruth and got a nod, then said, "Yes, I'd like to see that."

"Bitch, suck off my dog. Get on the coffee table on your elbows and knees and show your parents what a good bitch you are. If you can't inspire them to masturbate, I'll take a belt to your ass."

Sara got on the table and assumed the all-fours position with her head centered between parents. The dog, seeing the suck position, came around and climbed up, placing his paws on her rump and his dick in her face. Sara licked at the angry slab of bobbing dog cock until the knot fully formed, then captured the dick in her mouth; then, getting settled on her forearms, readied for the lunge down her throat.

When that long slab of dog cock went sliding into his daughter's mouth and down her throat, Ben got his dick out and began jerking off. Ruth shucked her panties and joined him. They watched their daughter get fucked in the mouth, fucked in the throat, and they couldn't have had a better view. Still, they leaned forward to make it even better.

Ruth placed her hand on Sara's throat and said, "Feel her throat, Ben. You can feel the dog's cock moving in the bitch's throat."

Ben timidly reached and felt just as Rover took his first breather and Sara sucked three deep breaths. He felt the cock come sliding back in, then looked to Ruth in amazement as the cock resumed it's two-inch stroke. Ruth said, "Feel her tits. Go on. She's a whore. Feel anything you want. She's not your daughter anymore; she's Barney's whore. Not only that, she's a slut for his mutt. She's a mutt slutt, Ben. Finger-fuck her bitch cunt. Go ahead. Show him how you'll treat her from now on."

To punctuate her statement, Ruth hauled off and slapped Sara's ass hard, yelling, "SUCK THAT DOG'S COCK, YOU BITCH WHORE." She slapped again and yelled, "SUCK THAT DOGGIE DICK, YOU FUCKING MUTT SLUT!"

Ben felt Sara's hanging tits, then reached around her ass with his other hand and felt her pussy. He grew more comfortable treating Sara like a whore. Soon, he fingered her ass and pussy while tweaking her nipples, and Sara said, "Doesn't she make a better whore than she ever did a daughter? She never did a damn thing for us as a daughter except make us horny."

"Yeah, this is nice. Suck that dog's cock, bitch. Suck it good."

Ruth hauled off and landed another stinging slap, yelling, "YOU HEARD YOUR FATHER. EAT THAT MUTT'S DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!"

Ben felt Sara's throat again as Ruth brought a slimy hand from her cunt and smeared the slime under Sara's nose and on her lips. Ben was awed. His wife was having no trouble adjusting, none whatsoever, totally uninhibited, freely enjoying herself with absolutely no concern for Sara's feelings. He always imagined the reality as being the exact opposite, that he'd have to drag her along just as he'd had to drag her into swinging. In truth, he never imagined the reality. In fantasy, he dragged her along.

She helped him overcome his shyness, and soon, he was as abusive as Ruth. They had both worked themselves up to a fever, taken off all their clothes, and were now sitting back, enjoying a bestial suck-off while stroking each other's genitals, not trying to cum, trying not to, that's why they did each other, to stave off an orgasm.

The bestial suck-off was nearing its climax. The dog humped faster. Sara strained under the buffeting lunges that battered the swollen knot against her lips, and then Rover pulled out and began squirting, peppering Sara's face before she recaptured the jerking cock and sucked, sucked and swallowed, nursing on a spewing dog cock, and both parents died with their partner's genitals in a motionless hand. Neither came, they were in a catatonic stupor, watching their little angel sucking cum from a spewing dog cock while using her delicate hand to pump the sheath--sucking hard, pumping fast, and swallowing steadily.

Ruth and Ben were both in a stupor as they watched Sara nurse on the mutt's spent organ, using her hand to milk more seed into her sucking mouth. She then began licking all over his deflating boner, returning frequently to suck his hanging tool into her mouth. They were simply awed.

With his orgasm past and his canine python receding, Rover hopped down and wandered off to explore. Barney came over and ordered Sara to her back. Sara rolled to her back and laid in a sprawl with her arms and legs hanging off the table, her face, neck, and upper chest thick with dog cum, tits sticking straight up, chest heaving, panting. She laid there like a pervert's smorgasbord and Barney said, "Well, what do think of your little darling, now? Is she a bitch slut or a nice girl being controlled by an evil pervert?"

Ruth sat forward, stuck three fingers up Sara's cunt, and said, "She is definitely a bitch slut. This is not the cunt of a nice girl being controlled. This bitch is slimy wet. Feel this bitch's cunt, Ben."

Ben reached and fingered Sara deep and said, "No doubt about it. This is a slut's pussy. She's a bitch, and a horny one at that. Look at her nipples. This bitch wants to cum."

Barney said, "Make her cum."

Ben grinned, then slipped his right arm under Sara's shoulders and raised her to a reclined sitting position so she could see his hand working in her crotch, and Sara stared as her father's fingers toyed with her sex, entered her, and played with her standing clit. He leaned in and took her left nipple in his mouth and she moaned as he did delicious things to it with his tongue and nibbling teeth. Damn, he was good.

Ben brought Sara to an explosive climax. She writhed and moaned out her release just like a horny slut getting relief, and then she went limp like a slut that finally got it. The parents smiled knowingly and laid their little slut down.

Barney said, "Bitch, get down on your knees and suck your mother's cunt."

Ben grabbed Ruth's knee, squeezing hard, then looked at her grinning face with wide eyes. Ruth said, "Now, we're getting somewhere. Now she can start paying me back for six hours of labor."

Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing as he watched his wife lie aback and make a vulgar beaver as his daughter got to her knees and crawled to it. This wasn't the woman he married. She wasn't even the swinger he created. This was something totally new to him. Ruth splayed her cunt wide open and said, "Suck my cunt, bitch, and suck it good."

Ben had to pinch himself as he watched Sara bring her face into her mother's slimy wet beaver and begin lapping, then sucking, then tonguing the hole.

"Tongue-fuck my cunt hole, you fucking slut!"

Damn! And Sara did it, did it good!

"Tongue-fuck my asshole, you slimy whore!"

Shit! She did that good, too! Sara had her hands on her mother's ass, pushing the legs back until Ruth had the knees in her pits and laid her arms over the backs of her thighs to keep them there, a position Ben had never seen his wife in. With her head bent far forward by the back of the sofa, she could damn near lick her own pussy if her daughter's face hadn't been in the way.

"Suck my clit, you piss-faced bitch!"

Holy SHIT! She was piss faced! and still sucking. Piss was going everywhere, and Sara was still trying to suck! Her face was drenched in flowing piss and his daughter wallowed in that pissing pussy. HOLY SHIT!

Ben watched a six-pack plus get pissed in Sara's face and she sucked and swallowed most of that. Now, she was licking the slit and still getting squirted in the face. She licked at the piss hole, and then nursed on it all the while Ruth demanded she get it all. He then watched his daughter clean up everything she missed, even wiping the piss from her face to her mother's ass and then licking that.

Ben was so awed by what he saw he forgot to jerk off and when the last lick came, he was glad he did, because the next order was, "Suck your father's cock, then fuck him." Ben sat back and waited to get sucked and fucked. If Ruth could do it, so could he.

Sara crawled between his parted knees and sucked him like a dog. She had her Daddy's head lolling on his shoulders in no time, and he was about to cum. She didn't want his first load in her mouth, so she climbed up and straddled his hips, sank on his eight-inch, thick rod, took his head in her hands, and gave him a deep soul kiss while grinding her cunt on his cock. He blasted her womb with Daddy seed with her silky tongue halfway down his throat.

Sara milked his spend with her pussy while feeding her tits to him, one then the other. Ruth watched the fuck and while watching Sara feed tit to her dad, thought, "That was worth every bit of fifteen dollars." Then she added ten times fifteen to put in the daily budget. She backed that off to five. He was ten in his dreams.

Barney interrupted their post-fuck sex play, annoying Sara. He was such an idiot, but she couldn't act annoyed or say anything. Barney said, "Get up, bitch. Lie on the coffee table with your pussy facing them and frig yourself while we have a talk."

Sara laid and frigged with her legs out in the splits along the long axis of the table with her head hanging down off the far side. Ruth fingered Sara's ass, saying, "Isn't she a sight, Ben? Did you ever think you'd see this girl naked, much less masturbating with your cum in her pussy, a dog's load in her belly, and my finger up her ass?"

"Hell no, not to mention a bellyful of her mother's piss. Barney, you've done a good job of turning our daughter into a whore. I have to admire excellence in anything, even reducing a good kid like Sara to a writhing, mutt-sucking, piss-slurping, cunt-sucking slut."

Ruth said, "Don't forget bitch. He turned our daughter into an excellent bitch."

"Absolutely. That alone deserves our praise, Barney. I speak for both of us. We salute you. We are both terribly impressed with what you've accomplished. You have our full and complete support. If there's anyway we can help you, just let us know."

"Good, I'm glad you feel that way, because I want you two to train her to be a good whore."

Ruth said, "You want us to train her?"

"You raised her to be a nice girl, didn't you?"

"Well, yes."

"Then you should do the job of undoing all that nice-girl bullshit you filled her head with."

"That makes sense. I hope all that conditioning hasn't made her difficult. I would hate to think we did anything to hinder you in any way."

"It did, and I want all that good-girl crap out of her head once and for all. I'll give you one week to reduce her to a blubbering slut with no morals whatsoever. Can you do that?"

"Barney, we made her what she is, we can certainly unmake her. Give us two weeks and she'll suck off dogs in a public park. She'll eagerly suck and fuck anything you put on her. I give you my word."

"One week, that's all you get. And Pops, you get one week of free pussy, then you pay like everyone else. You'll get a daddy's discount, so her pussy will cost you fifteen bucks. All others pay twenty. Is that a fair price for your daughter's cunt?"

"Generous, very generous. Thank you. We'll have her ready in a week. Mark my words, she'll be a blubbering slut with all that moral crap out of her pretty head."

"Fine. The dog stays here. Make sure the bitch takes good care of my dog."

Ruth said, "You needn't worry about that. She's a good bitch now, but there is always room for improvement. You'll have a well-trained bitch when you return for her."

"I'll be stopping in to fuck her from time to time, and I want you to stop by the house three times a day to bring us food and pussy... oh, and beer. We drink Pabst in bottles not cans. A case a day should do it."

Sara fumed at him. She couldn't help it. This was all his ad-lib, and he was specifically told not to stop by for pussy. She was livid. It was a good thing they couldn't see her face.

Ruth said, "Pabst it is, and I'll cook you breakfast and serve my pussy any way you like it. Lunch and dinner I'll prepare here and bring over, with pussy, of course. My pussy is yours any time you want it. I'm sure Ben won't mind. It's the least we can do for the fine job you did corrupting our daughter."

Now her mother was ad-libbing and giving away pussy that Sara needed to ration to him and control. Damn, doesn't anybody listen? And then he was gone and Sara sat up--time for act two, scene one.

Ruth said, "What do you think you're doing?"

"He's gone, Mom."

"I know he's gone, but your last orders were to frig off, bitch."

"Mom, you're not actually going to do what he says, are you?"

"I gave my word."

"Mom, he's manipulating me. He has control of my mind. He makes me do things. I'm weak and I need help regaining my strength so I can fight him and break free of this hold he has on me. I need church and moral support. I need buttressing from my mother and father. It wouldn't take much. I know I can beat him and get him out of my life if you help. We have a week, Mom. I can do it, I know I can."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I hate what he's made me, what he's turned me into. Together, we can beat him, Mom. You, me, and Dad can drive that evil bastard out of my life forever. I can restore my marriage to its proper place and live a normal life, raise a family, and be a responsible parent. That's all I ever wanted, to be a mom like you, married to a man like Dad, and Stewart is a good man like Dad."

"Is that so?"

"Yes. I love Stewart and Stewart loves me, and it kills me to see what Barney has done to my husband, and he does it through me. Stewart's love for me is so deep that he takes it and hangs in there, hoping I can muster the strength of will to beat Barney. I can, too. I'm ready to go to war after this, and I'm sure you guys are, too."

Ben heard this and his heart broke. Though her aloof remarks didn't reflect it, he was sure Ruth's soft heart melted long before his. Though their lusty dreams went up in smoke, he now felt like defeating that bastard Barney. It was time to go to war, so it came as a great shock when he looked over to Ruth and saw her stroking a finger lazily through her slit as she said, "What sort of things does Barney make you do to your husband?"

Sara sat at the edge of the coffee table, modestly shielding her nakedness. Her knees were together with one hand covering her crotch and the other arm shielding her breasts, her eyes looking at her mother's finger with a worried look on her face. Ben looked from Sara to Ruth and didn't know what to do. Ruth said, "Well, what sort of things?"

Sara gulped and said, "Well, he makes me grovel for sex in front of Stewart. That kills Stewart to have to watch his wife do that."

"I imagine it would. No man likes to see his wife grovel for another man's cock. What else?"

"He makes Stewart watch us have sex, and all through it, I have to say how great it is and how lousy sex with Stewart is."

"That's awful, but I'm sure you are quite convincing."

"I have to be or he'll beat me, and it kills Stewart to see me taking a beating from a man he detests."

"I'm sure it does. What else?"

Ruth was now fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit with her legs wide apart. Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. He just wished Ruth would get her jollies so they could all discuss battle plans with a clear head. Sara had inadvertently tripped one of Ruth's favorite fantasies. He figured they may as well let Ruth get past it. Actually, it was neat watching Sara sweat, thinking her cause was lost by her mother's lusty behavior. He wasn't worried. He knew Ruth and knew she was just getting in a last good one, so he relaxed and enjoyed the show with a dick beginning to stir.

"I said what else, Sara?"

"He... uh, he makes me rub my vagina in Stewart's face after sex, and... uh, lately, Stewart has to..."

"What Sara?"

"He has to eat Barney's sperm from my vagina. If he doesn't, I can't give Stewart any sex. We can't even sleep together, and we need that time alone to strengthen our union and resolve. Stewart does that disgusting thing to help me. He'll stick by me, and I need you and Dad to stick by us. Together, we can beat Barney, but alone, we stand no chance. Without your help it's hopeless."

Ruth got to her feet and stood close to Sara, too close, thrusting her cunt out until her clit touched Sara's cheek. Sara looked up and said, "Mother, what are you doing?"

Ben had to beat off to this as Ruth said, "What does it look like I'm doing?"

Ben sat forward so he could see better, because Ruth had moved in front of Sara and was running her clit over Sara's lips, applying clit gloss as Sara said, "It looks like you're rubbing your vagina in my face. Why are you doing this to me, Mother?"

"Is that what you think I'm doing--rubbing my cunt in your face?"

"Yes."

"I'm not rubbing my cunt in your face, Sara. I'm just giving you a whiff of my pussy. Can you smell my pussy?"

"Yes, I can smell it."

Ruth placed her left foot at Sara's right hip so Ben had a good view of her now wider beaver as she said, "I was just letting you smell how aroused my pussy is. Does my pussy smell like an aroused pussy?"

"Mother, why..."

"Smell it. Put your nose in the slit and sniff."

"Mom, please, you're scaring me."

"I SAID PUT YOUR NOSE IN AND SNIFF! NOW DO IT!"

Sara put her nose in the slit and sniffed. Ruth said, "No, take a good long sniff." Sara did. "Now, tell me, Sara. Does my pussy smell like an aroused pussy?"

Sara pulled her wet nose out and said with a distressed expression, "Yes, but why... why, I don't understand?"

"I wanted to give you a whiff of my pussy so you'd know that I became sexually aroused by listening to your sob story. This is rubbing my cunt in your face."

And with that, Ruth's cunt flowed over Sara's nose, then smeared over her nose and mouth. Sara leaned back on stiff arms placed behind her and Ruth mounted the table to keep her from escaping. Ruth assumed a half squat and smeared her wet beaver all over Sara's face, saying, "This is rubbing my cunt in your face, Sara."

Ben saw Sara's legs drift apart as she surrendered to her lusty Mom's face-fuck, for that's what it was, and Ben never saw anything like it. Ruth never got vulgar, even at an orgy, preferring to do her dirty deed in a bedroom. Ben took another look at that enticing wet slit of Sara's and thought, "Fuck it. If Ruth is going to get in one last good one, so am I."

He got down on his knees and pushed Sara's legs apart, getting between them as Ruth said, "Now, do you know the difference between getting a cunt rubbed in your face and getting a whiff of pussy? Well, do you, bitch?"

Ben sent his cock in to the balls and heard Sara cry out, "Mom, Dad, why are you doing this to me? Please, I'm begging you. You have to help me. I'm your daughter. I'm not a whore. Please stop treating me this way and help me! Please, God, help me!"

"Do you actually think we would help you after we gave Barney our word that we would help him in any way we can? Do you think we're liars? Is that what you think? Would you like my answer? Here's my answer."

Ruth pissed in Sara's face and the piss ran down her body and parted around the dick Ben was now slamming into his little slut. Ruth went on, "Here, you want my answer again?"

More piss hit Sara's face and ran to her crotch. Ruth said, "Not only will we not help you, we will do all we can to help Barney."

"Mom, no! You can't mean that."

More piss in the face. "I can't? Is that what you're telling me, I can't? I'm pissing in your fucking face, slut. Can't you take a fucking hint?" More piss. "Your father is raping your cunt. There's his answer. Now you know what he thinks of you. You're a fucking whore, Sara. You're just something to fuck. What's more, you will remain a whore, and you will continue to torment and torture your wedded husband, because that amuses Barney, and it amuses me. You will keep giving him hope to keep him there for our amusement. Is that clear, bitch?"

Sara turned a corner, or so it appeared to Ben. He wasn't fucking her; she was fucking him, and fucking him better than he had been fucking her. She was also straining up to suck her mother's cunt, but broke the suck to passionately declare, "YES! I'll torment him for you. I'll keep him hanging on. I'll be a good whore for Barney. I promise. I won't give him any more trouble. I won't resist anything ever again. I want to please you and Daddy. I'll be whatever you want me to be."

"We want you to be a good bitch for Barney's mutt."

"I will. I'll suck him and fuck him, and make Stewart watch and eat the dog's cum from my whore cunt. He'll do it, too. He'll do anything to support me. Would you like to see my loving husband suck dog cum from my bitch cunt?"

That did it. Ben and Ruth popped their corks and fucked the shit out of their daughter at both ends. They left Sara in a wet sprawl and went off to the bedroom for a Ben powwow.

Once behind a closed door, Ben said, "Ruth, what the fuck are you doing? We're going to help her, aren't we?"

"Good Lord, no. Are you mad? After going this far? Hell no. She's a whore and she'll stay a whore. We can see to it and she knows that. She's already given up and accepted her fate. Why undo it. We have exactly what we want."

"Ruth, we can't do that to Sara."

"The hell we can't. We just did. Her inner turmoil is now over. She's at peace. Trying to undo Barney's work will just throw her back into that terrible ordeal, and chances are we'd lose anyway. He has powers we can't fight."

"Bullshit! You don't even want to try."

"No, I don't, and if you had a hard-on, neither would you. My decision is made. If you want to help her, you'll be up against me and Barney, and we both know who will win that fight, don't we?"

"I won't fight you, Ruth, but it just seems wrong."

"You'll get over it as soon as your dick gets hard. You have a week all to yourself to knock up the bitch, and she's ovulating this week. Aren't you up to it?"

Ben got a gleam in his eyes, then looked to the weary cock Ruth was stroking new life in and said, "I'm up to it. All, right, you win. I'm onboard. She'll remain a whore, damn the consequences. We have a bitch to breed."

"Now you're talking like the Ben I know and love. Let's go breed our bitch. Let's see if she fucks a mutt as well as she sucks."

"Hot damn!"

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After breeding the bitch and finding out that she can, indeed, fuck as well as she sucks, Ruth took Sara with her to buy beer, an excuse to talk and compare notes.

Ruth said, "Well, I thought that went great. We killed him a dozen times over."

"It was great, and you were fantastic. I didn't think you had it in you to really hurt me, but you got into it. You hurt me bad. Those were real tears."

"Yes, that was fun once I got going. Boy, I completely floored your father several times tonight--that and when I rubbed my pussy in your face. Oh, no, what really got him was whenever I pissed in your face. He'll never get over that and the way you took it. He thinks I have more power over you than Barney does. I like it."

"Yes, well the next step is to convince them all, and we must never let it slip that that's not the case. I'm putting my life in your hands, Mother. Don't screw up and let them make me the town whore."

"Would you relax. I have no intention of failing. You will never be the town whore except in fantasy, and except for a small circle of swingers and a few church people, no one will know for sure what you are, other than a woman who fucks dogs. That we couldn't keep under wraps if we wanted to, not with that beast you'll be seen with constantly. One look at him, you know what he's for. The collar stays."

"I'm all for that as long as the dog becomes your dog and everyone knows he's your dog."

"He's my dog, now. Barney will never get him back. I'll be ready to take charge by the end of the week, and I'll start on them tomorrow morning. I will not be in the mood."

"I'll believe that when I see it. I know damn well you'll return with a fucked cunt. I have never seen a woman go so bonkers over a stiff dick. Women like you give us sluts a bad name."

"You of all people should know an act when you see it."

"It's a damn good act."

"It is, and tomorrow, they'll see a damn good act of a woman uninterested in cock. When I return, I'll have you eat me. I assume you can tell the difference between a fucked cunt that's been washed out, and a ripe cunt that hasn't been fucked or rinsed. I'll give you a nice, stinky, fishy twat to suck on and make you eat your words."

Sara scooted close and put her arm around her mother. "Mom, you're a pip. I love you, do you know that? I mean, are you aware that I am in-love with you?"

They parked at a liquor store. Ruth gave Sara a kiss and said, "Yes, dear, and it thrills me no end to hear you say it. Don't worry. We'll make love, but let's not let Ben see that until we get all of these cocks properly pussy whipped. I'll just be a minute."

On the way back, Sara said, "Mother, let's make love in the car. Let's park somewhere."

"No, just wait. We'll soon be lovers and everyone will accept that. I'll move Ben out of the master bedroom and Stewart and you in. Ben can have the spare bedroom and we'll fix up a place in the garage for Barney and the dog. It won't be long, I promise."

"I can't wait to make love to you and Stewart at the same time. I'll be in heaven."

"You think I won't? I adore that man. I'll take a lover like Stewart over a stud horse like Barney any day."

"Really! Barney doesn't make you weak in the knees?"

"Not at all, and frankly I can't see what you see in him. Dicks like his aren't all that rare, and some are on men like Ben and Stewart. In fact, your father's cock is very close. I couldn't tell the difference."

"It's more than that. It's the whole ugly package, I'm afraid. At least with you and Stewart on one side of the scale and Barney on the other, I'll never have to worry about having to go with Barney in a split-up. Oh, and Dad, too. Three against one, no sweat."

"You're forgetting Rover. He stays with us."

"Oh, well then, no contest. This bitch goes with her mutt."

"I like hearing you talk like that, Sara. When you talk like a horny bitch, you make Mommy's pussy wet."

"Well, your pussy will stay wet because your daughter is a horny bitch and she loves sucking on that dog's dick, and she loves fucking that animal. You're going to see a mutt slut, not just a bitch."

"Oh, you sweet fucking bitch. You get your head between my legs and suck my cunt, and if we have an accident, it'll be all your fault."

Sara laughed as she laid on the seat and got her head between her mother's legs. She took a few licks, then said, "If we have a wreck, they'll have to extract my head from your cunt."

"It's been done before and that was no picnic."

"I know, six hours of labor."

"Yes, and five of that was trying to get your head out of my cunt. I swear, I thought I was giving birth to a lesbian with a lip-lock on my womb. They had to beat you with a belt to get you to stop sucking on my clit so the doctor could finish delivering you. I was never so embarrassed in all my life."

This put Sara in giggle fits and when she could speak, she said, "Mom, you're a pip."

"It's true, Sara, I swear. The doctor was so disgusted, he just tossed you on my chest like he was tossing garbage. You tore open my hospital gown and attacked my tits, humping your baby cunt on one while sucking on the other. I thought I'd die."

Sara laughed out loud then said, "Mom, stop it. I'm trying to lick your cunt. Christ, you sure have a filthy imagination."

"Your father is even better. You should hear the shit he comes up with. Have him tell you the one where you are sentenced to work at the city dog pound where your job is to give the condemned male dogs their last piece of ass, and the whole town is invited to stop by and watch you work. They even build bleachers around a mud pit for this purpose. Right after you fuck them, you kill them. They call you the Black Widow."

"Jeez, what did I do to deserve a fate like that?"

"Jaywalking."

"Are all of his fantasies that dumb?"

"Dumber, but they put lead in his pencil, so I play along. I'll tell you something, though. For once, the reality was better than the fantasy. That dog they found beats all we ever dreamed of. We never knew there were dogs like that, or dog dicks like that, or that a dog could fuck a woman like he does, or that a dog could get hung up with a human, or that dogs would fuck a woman's throat. We are just completely floored by this."

"I am, too. I have always thought about fucking dogs, but I always figured they'd be fast--zip zip zip, squirt. I never dreamed I'd get royally fucked and then flooded. Mom, you've seen Rover in action. How can I make it better for you and Dad?"

"There's not a lot you can do to improve the sucking and fucking, but there are lots of ways to give us thrills between times. The dog is only capable of performing four or five times a day."

"Give me ideas."

"Well, always look horny for him, like a bitch in heat, trying to entice him to mate with you. Try to get him to lick your pussy, and be vulgar when he does, shameless. Whenever you see him, try to lick his dick. If he's eating, for example, get down on your hands and knees and try to get some dick to come out so you can suck on it. If you see him lying down, lie down with him with your head in his crotch. You love his cock. You love licking and sucking his cock, hard or soft, and you always masturbate when you have his cock in your mouth."

"I'll be insatiable."

"That's what we want, and we don't want you to change this behavior for anyone. We get quite a bit of company. Some are swingers. Some are neighbors or church people. Some bring children with them when they stop by. We don't care who sees you as you are, so it doesn't matter who stops by, and you'll be kept naked and shaved."

"It's your house. I'm game. I'm sure when word gets around, you'll be getting a lot more company."

"We're counting on it. We're dying to see who shows up and who brings kids. That's another thing we're into--corrupting the young."

They pulled to a stop in the driveway but remained in the car. Sara said, "That goes with being a pervert. Have you had much success?"

"Not much. I fuck the paperboy and Ben is fucking a neighbor's daughter, a twelve-year-old. You'll see her and her mother around. She's a pervert, kinda cute too. Other than that... oh, he fucked a ten-year-old boy, too. He paid him. He had the boy suck his dick, then he butt fucked him over my lap. That was an early adventure. It was all I could do to lay the boy over my lap and pull his cheeks apart, so I'll give that one to Ben alone. We'd like to do much more of that. Are you interested?"

"I'd like to watch."

"Well, I'd like to watch you conceive a child with your father, so let's get to work on that. By the way, this child we're making in you is for the express purpose of molesting. We hope it's a she, but when the time comes, you let us have our way with her, or him, for as long as you mother it. Anything goes, agreed?"

"Oh, that's kinky, Mother. You're asking me to raise my firstborn to be your sex slave. That is what you're asking, isn't it?"

"Yes. Do you see a problem with that?"

"No, none at all. In fact, it makes my pussy wet. Why don't we just say my first female child and give you exactly what you want?"

"Great, let's shake on it."

They shook and sealed Connie's fate at conception, for the egg that was to be Connie had just subdivided.

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Sara lived the life of a mutt slut in a three-person bed for six years, and in those six years experienced ten lifetimes of sex and perversion. She had three kids and many miscarriages in late stages of pregnancy. She was, in fact, pregnant most of those six years, and her tits were like cow udders. She became the laughing stock of her home town and the last two years were spent as the town whore with her mother serving as her pimp. It really wasn't all that bad.

It was another late term miscarriage blamed on the battering her womb took that shook Sara, but it was the sex with children and her father's arrest that made Sara say, "Enough is enough." She and Stewart packed up all their possessions, loaded their three kids--Connie, 6: Mark, 3, and one-year-old Cindy--in a 1946 Dodge and headed down the highway with thirty-eight-hundred dollars.

They drove aimlessly for days to find the perfect place to start over and finally stopped in a town that looked good, was far enough away, and needed a used car lot because Estelle Greyson ran the last guy out.

Stewart set to work starting a business from scratch, and Sara set about starting motherhood from scratch. The kids only knew her as the naked thing everything fucked. The little ones she wasn't too worried about. They'd forget. Connie would never forget, but then she wasn't traumatized either. Perverse sex was all she'd ever known from day one when her mother placed her on her grandmother's clit to nurse. From there, it got worse, but she didn't know any different.

Connie had a thousand socially unacceptable bad habits that needed breaking before she could enter school a year behind, and Sara started right in. Thankfully, they were free of Barney for the first time since they married, so at least she didn't have to wean Connie off that dick which she could take in any hole to the balls. Ruth made Connie Barney's pussy just for kicks, and three weeks of that was the final straw. Sara had enough, and when Sara had enough, she up and split.

Sara grilled and tutored Connie on proper behavior as she recalled it, and Connie proved to be a good learner, a sharp kid. The years went by and you'd never know by outward appearances that Connie was different, but she was different. She never forgot. The other two did.

Connie had a fascination with her pussy that never went away, it seemed. She always had something up her twat. Sara couldn't break her of that or masturbation, but did get her to hide, at least from everyone else, even Mark and Cindy. She had no reason to hide from Sara. She also had no inhibitions about feeling her mother's pussy or going for a suck, and if no one was around, Sara let her indulge. If she felt like pissing, she pissed because Connie loved it, and that innocent perversion came in handy at times. Sara also returned the favor. In fact, they preferred pissing in each other, so whenever the coast was clear, a pussy came out and a mouth went down.

Other than that, they were normal, except around male dogs. Neither one could let a dog pass without looking under its belly, not physically getting down and looking, but looking at it. Like ex-smokers, they quit but never got over the desire. They were often seen at the dog pound, window shopping.

Except for a few slip-ups when Connie would arrive home and say, "Mom, he followed me," when it was only the two of them and they traded him back and forth until the poor mutt would never follow a little girl home again, they did alright--sorta.

Some dogs would scratch at the back door. Those were hard to turn away, so one stood lookout for the other. Actually, they didn't do so good in that department and got caught a lot, so Mark and Cindy knew their mother and big sister fucked and sucked stray dogs.

By the time Connie was ten, they didn't even bother with looking out for Mark and Cindy. Sara installed a large doggie door, and had quite a pack that came and went at will, seeking out one of the two available bitches in the house, then cumming and going. The little ones would watch the two big ones take on mutts--one, two, and three at a time, buck naked and completely uninhibited, mutt sluts, both of them, but kids adjust to anything, even the sight of their mother and big sister sucking dog cum from each other--piss, too.

Other than that, everything was normal. Sara was a good mom and responsible parent. She even returned to church. No one knew her dirty little secrets, or knew where their dog went when let out, or knew why he returned wearing a smile. Everything was going great until Connie's twelfth birthday when guess who showed up? Yep, Barney, and he hadn't changed a bit. He needed food, beer, a place to crash, and pussy.

Sara had a fit. Stewart and Barney were buddies reunited. They celebrated by getting drunk and raping Sara. Six years of tension got washed away in an all night rapefest, but they did confine their debauch to the master bedroom, and Sara laid down new rules, and the number one rule was: nothing in front of the kids.

Other rules were also agreed upon: no talk of whoring, no mutts, no orgies, Barney had to stay at his trailer at least four nights a week, and no sex outside the bedroom, period. Her concession was to give Barney pussy at least once a week. It wound up being three times a week, but no one was counting.

Things went well until Barney raped Connie. From then on, Stewart had to help Barney get pussy, and that was once a week, and Sara counted. Six months later, he did it again, then three months after that, again, then it was every month and there was no peace in the household. When Stewart couldn't help Barney rape Sara, he helped him rape Connie. She got knocked up at fourteen, and Sara was pissed, so pissed she threw Barney and Stewart out, and they stayed out for three months until Sara got a call from her mother back in Iowa.

Barney gave her the number, and Ruth talked Sara into honoring her pledge regarding Connie. Sara still loved her mother and missed her terribly, and it broke her heart that her mother called collect from prison. They ran up a ninety-eight dollar phone bill talking over old times, and in the end, Sara swore she'd let anyone fuck Connie. She swore she'd keep Connie barefoot and pregnant, and so it came to pass.

Connie was sixteen and had already delivered two bastards with a third seven months along. Barney, Stewart, and Mark were fucking the girl at will, anywhere in the house. She was barefoot most of the time and pregnant all of the time. Sometimes, just for shits and giggles, Sara held her daughter down so all three could rape her.

When the woman next door who got off on watching her kid get molested by transients and drifters approached Sara with the idea of setting up Cindy to get molested, Sara threw in the towel and said, "Sure, why not. Molest her all you want. Knock her ass up. I don't care."

Carol came with an elaborate plan to have Cindy spend the night with her daughter, Tiffany, and have Barney baby-sit the girls, then they'd sneak in and spy on the molestation. Sara said, "Why bother. Let's just strip the bitches down, open a couple of beers, and watch in the living room. It beats watching The Wonderful World of Disney on a black and white TV."

So, that's what they did. Cindy and Tiffany were molested by Barney, Stewart, Mark, and Carol's husband, Jay, while Sara and Carol drank beer instead of watching the Wonderful World of Disney. With three girls to bring beer and drink piss, they didn't even have to get up. Judy Elders placed another set of parents in the win column.



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Tabasco Momma


Barbara only met Faye Krough one time and that was just for a few minutes when she brought lunch out to her husband when he worked on their kitchen remodeling job and forgot his lunch.

Once was enough to size her up and place her in the perfect little compartment where she kept people types, and Faye was a classic big family mom. She called her husband, "my hubby" and would never say a child's name without the "my" in front. My Jill did this; my Frank did this; my Harriet needs new shoes; my Billy sodomized my backside. She would never say, "The little bastard fucked me in the ass."

Faye wouldn't say "shit" with a mouthful and thought 69 came after 68 and before 70. She lived a storybook family life, and everything was just so perfect, orderly, folded neatly and put away.

She was all woman with a shapely body, but you'd never know it by the way she dressed. Her dresses covered too much of her body and covered it in an unflattering way. Buttoned to the neck with a hemline below the knee, her formless shroud of a dress could as effectively hidden a goat. Her legs never knew a razor, her bush never got a trim, and makeup was for church and PTA functions and was designed to hide, not highlight. Her hair... well, she needed a good wig.

Like all big family moms, sex appeal had no function, and sex was something she kept kids from doing or knowing about. They force everyone around them into the same asexual existence, going about their humdrum routines, living an unnatural life of sexual denial and frustration while putting on a happy face, sitting up straight, not talking with their mouths full, and looking both ways before crossing a street. Barbara had Faye all figured out and she was dead right about quite a few things.

The trouble with women like Faye is they raise husbands and sons that are so horny they fuck anything they think they can get away with fucking, because they can't get away with fucking anything in their own home, not even their own dicks. Women like Faye keep their yards looking so nice by sweeping all their shit onto everyone else's yard. Mothers like Faye live a storybook existence because all the other mothers wind up dealing with her shit when sperm from her husband and sons winds up in them or their little girls.

At least, that's how Barbara saw it and she had proof when she walked in and caught Don getting Cindy ready to take his six inches of sexual frustration. No man was ever caught more red handed than was Don Krough. With Cindy lying on her back on the kitchen floor with her legs wide, no panties, his two middle fingers up her pussy, and his hard dick in his other hand, poised to take their place, all he could do was look up and say, "I, uh..."

Barbara had been across the street visiting a neighbor and snuck back in the house because she knew that look, and knew why he was so eager to put little Cindy to work as his helper. Barbara just glared with hands on hips. He started to pull his fingers out, but she sternly said, "Don't you move a muscle. You keep that erection or so help me I'll call the police."

Don held a dick that was losing pressure rapidly, and though her threat made no sense, he didn't want her calling the police. She looked serious, so he began stroking blood back in his organ. Barbara left and returned with a camera. Now, it made sense, and now his dick was rock hard again. [flash]

She still wouldn't let him up. He wasn't aware, but Faye called earlier and told Barbara she'd be bringing her hubby's lunch shortly before noon. Barbara waited out the thirty-five minutes, and when the doorbell rang, she once again made the threat, only she poured a pan of water over his head and added, "Now put it in her, just the head, and don't you slow down for a second, and don't you dare contradict me." She then bopped him on the forehead with the pan, raising a nasty goose egg.

Don put the head of his dick in Cindy's pussy and kept pumping, and was pumping when his wife rounded the corner and dropped his lunch.

Barbara said, "I thought you should see what your husband does at work and why he can't afford to miss his lunch. He needs to keep up his fucking strength for molesting innocent little girls. He's been at this for almost an hour and refuses to stop."

"DONALD KROUGH, YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!"

Donny had to pump harder and faster, because behind his wife's back, he saw Barbara pointing to the phone. She followed that with a rapid jacking motion with her hand, and when he got the message, she said, "It won't do any good. I've tried everything. I hit him, poured water on him, kicked him, screamed at him. He is intent on fucking my little girl and nothing you can say or do will stop him."

Barbara punctuated this statement with a behind the scenes humping of an imaginary cunt, using both hands on imaginary hips, pulling up tight to convey that he was to fuck. He got the message, and while his wife beat him about the head and shoulders, he grabbed Cindy by the hips and fucked her to the balls. He kept fucking her as he got beat by his lunch, had a thermos bottle of very warm coffee poured over his head, and got kicked in the kidney.

All of Faye's valiant efforts only served to make him take longer. She tried begging, pleading, reasoning, and all the while, Barbara was behind her urging him to fuck harder, deeper, faster, in the crudest way she could in pantomime. He ignored his wife and did what Barbara wanted done. He ejaculated while getting what little hair he had pulled by a mad woman.

[flash, flash, flash, flash, flash]

He never even noticed that Cindy didn't have a cherry, wore no panties, and her mother put her in a very short dress to help a plumber, then left them alone, saying she'd be gone a few hours.

When they left, Cindy and Barbara had a good chuckle and wished there'd been film in the camera, and as fortune would have it, this all went down on Monday when Cindy stayed home with a sniffle. By Tuesday evening when Barbara was to meet with the ladies of Judy's class, the Kroughs were still sweating, and it was at this meeting that Barbara learned that Billy Krough was in the class and the Kroughs were on the very iffy list, the iffiest of the iffy. Barbara promised to deliver the Kroughs.

To keep them in a sweat, she called and talked to Faye after arriving home shortly after ten on Tuesday evening with a mission--get the Kroughs. She woke Faye up, and the woman was upset until she realized who she was talking to.

Barbara could tell by her tone and demeanor that they were, indeed, sweating her call. Barbara listened to a stream of apologies and pledges, then stopped them by saying, "Shut up!"

Faye shut up. Barbara held the pregnant pause to build the suspense, then said, "You are the one I blame for this. You are the one who must make restitution, and you are the one who will see that nothing like this ever happens to any other mother because a Krough male got horny. Your males will never get horny again, and they'll have you to thank."

"What are you talking about? How is this my fault? I did all I could. You saw."

"You didn't fuck his brains out before sending him out of the house, did you?"

"Mrs. Henderson! I see no need to be vulgar."

"Fuck you! Fuck you in the ass, bitch! Because you see no need to get vulgar, my child was raped. Because you see no need to get vulgar, I'll bet dozens of innocent girls have been raped. What do you think God gave you a cunt for, to piss out of?"

"Mrs. Henderson, honestly. I don't understand how you can..."

"Shut the fuck up. Now you listen to me, you frigid cunt. Your hubby is going to prison for a long, long time unless you make me happy, do you understand that?"

"I, uh, yes, I understand, but..."

"Good. That's all that matters and all you need to think about. I will tell you what makes me happy, and I will tell you tomorrow night at seven. See that you have all of the horny little Kroughs there, male and female, and you'd better be wearing something sexy, and I mean drop dead sexy."

"Please, Mrs. Henderson. For God's sake. You can't expect me to dress that way in front of my children."

"Don't tell me what I can't expect. I'm telling you what it will take to make me happy. I don't want sexy, I want vulgar. Every Krough cock had better be rock hard and drooling from looking at you. If I don't see vulgar, and if I don't see hard, drooling, naked cocks that are dying to get at your cunt, ass, tits, or mouth, I will just go straight to your phone and call the police. When they arrive, I'll hand over the photos, and that'll be that. Kiss hubby goodbye forever, and you'd better fuck him good tonight, because it may be your last." [slam]

Barbara slammed the phone on a crying woman. Barbara smiled as she tried to imagine Faye Krough in something vulgar, because Faye would wear something vulgar if it killed her, and something vulgar worn in front of her children could kill a woman like Faye.

Barbara expected the phone to ring within the hour and knew it would be Don. It was, and the call came after twenty minutes, and he was most humble. Barbara was sweet and sexy, which threw him off. She said, "Don, is Faye listening?"

"No, she's lying on the bed in the bedroom crying her eyes out. Can't you hear her?"

"Good, then we can talk."

"God, Barbara, I hope you didn't mean those things you said to her."

"I meant every word. Don, how would you like to have me and all three of my daughters any time you want us? [there was a long silence with sobbing in the background] I'm serious, Don. I like the way you fuck a girl. You're a very sexy man, and we are very horny girls. Well? Are you interested or not?"

"I, uh... yeah."

"Good. I want Faye looking vulgar and ready to do anything, anything at all, to keep you from going to prison."

"You do?"

"Yes, I do, and if she is looking vulgar and does anything at all, you have four horny whores that'll fuck you and suck you anytime you need fucking or sucking. How would you like to have a mother and her three sexy young daughters fighting over your sperm?"

"You want her that bad, huh?"

"Yes, I want her that bad."

"What are you going to do with her?"

"I'd rather make it a surprise. I'll just say this. When I say anything, I mean anything. She had best be ready to fuck a dog in front of you and the kids, then suck off another one, then take another up her ass while eating my cunt and drinking my piss."

"Are you shitting me!"

"No, I'm not shitting you, and listen closely, Don. If she doesn't look vulgar, and if you boys don't have your hard cocks out, drooling for her, I will make that call. I will send you to prison. The photos are clear and sharp. All you can do is plead guilty and throw yourself at the mercy of the court. And, Don, after my little Cindy testifies, there will be no dry eyes and no mercy in that courtroom. You get your bitch ready for anything, and you see that she looks vulgar--sexy, but vulgar."

"Christ, Barbara. You're asking the impossible. You don't know that woman."

"Bullshit. I know her type. She's nothing without a husband, and she'll do anything to hold her family together. Anything. Don't take any shit off that bitch. This is all her fault for sending you out into the world, horny, when she has three pussies under her roof to see that you never leave the house with any sperm in your balls. She's going to be punished for being a lousy wife and mother, because she sends three boys out just as horny as you. When I get through with her, no cock will ever leave that house horny ever again. I am going to make her be a good wife and mother, or I will make her be a welfare momma living outside the state prison with five hungry kids that need shoes."

"What exactly do you mean by vulgar?"

"Surprise me. I'll give you a hint, though. A woman who wears something that shows her tits, ass, and pussy is not vulgar. That's sexy. You'll have to do better than that or get used to a life without pussy. Whatever it is, it better make your dick hard, throbbing, and drooling the way it was when you were about to shove it up my baby's twat. The boys will be easy. They'll get that way if she wore a mini skirt. It's your dick I'll be keying on, and I'm thinking she'll have to go to great lengths to impress your dick after it has tasted my Cindy's tight pussy. I'll leave you with that thought, Don, and I'll see you at seven." [click]

Barbara leaned against the wall with a self-satisfied smile. Don leaned against his wall wearing a wry smile and a hard-on. He counted back from one hundred until his erection went away, then went into the bedroom and said, "Honey, I'm afraid I have bad news. It's even worse than we thought. I guess I'll just prepare myself for prison. I don't think there's any way you can save me."

Faye stopped crying and quickly sat up on the bed wearing an anguished face, saying, "No, Don, don't even think that. We'll get through this, somehow, someway."

"No, honey, you could never make her happy. Let's just make our last hours together count. Let's try to cram a lifetime of love and affection into these last hours; then, when they come for me, turn your back and never look back. I'll free you to find another man to help raise these kids, and hopefully, he'll be a better man, a stronger man, a good man. Have the kids call him Daddy, and tell them to forget me."

With tears streaming down both cheeks, she launched herself from the bed and into his arms crying, "NO! Never! I'll never let you go, never. There is no better man; there is no stronger man. You're a good man, Donald Paul Krough, and you're a great father, and as long as I live and breathe, you are the only man those kids will ever call Daddy. Barbara is right. This is my fault. I failed you. I have failed this family, and I have failed as a wife."

"Oh, now sweetheart, you know that's not true. You're just trying to make me feel better."

She grabbed his shoulders and held him firm at arm's length, looking him dead in the eyes with her most serious expression as she said, "No I am not. It's the truth. Oh, I'll admit, I take good care of you, but a man like you needs much more than folded socks and three hot meals a day. A man like you needs sex the way he wants it, when he wants it, and a wife that won't give it to him makes him vulnerable to temptation. Don, darling, forgive me."

"Sweetheart, there's nothing to forgive. I should have exercised self-control. I failed. I was weak. I should be punished. I don't deserve to be out in free society. I don't deserve a wife like you, and I don't deserve children that look up to me and show me respect."

"Don't you ever say that again. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve kids that look up to me and give me respect. I'm the one that should be punished, and Barbara wants to punish me. That is as it should be. I'm the one responsible for her child getting raped. She is furious with me and has every right to be."

"You didn't do anything, Faye."

"That is exactly right. She wants me to suffer for what I didn't do. I did not take care of your sexual needs. God gave me a vagina, and my vagina is for more than passing urine and babies. Punishing me would make her happy, and I am going to make her happy if it kills me. I will suffer whatever punishment or humiliation she intends to mete out, and you are not going to prison for my crime, and that's all there is to that."

Don was seeing a side of Faye he'd never seen before--her Joan of Arc side. She planted her feet and placed her hands on her hips, squared her shoulders and set her jaw as she declared, "Donald Krough, this gal said for better or worse, and by god, I meant it. She can strip me naked and whip me till I bleed, but as God is my witness, you will never spend one day behind bars, if I have to crawl through broken glass on bloody stumps to kiss her feet just to make her smile."

"Faye, she intends to breed you to dogs in front of the children."

Faye's legs buckled and Don kept her from falling. He eased her over to the bed and let her fall until she sat on the edge of the mattress. She looked like a zombie shitting a banshee. He added, "She also said you'd perform oral sex on her and drink her urine while you're doing it."

Faye's pale face slowly turned up to his. She looked mighty shook. Don knelt, took her by the shoulders and said, "Like I said, Faye, you can't save me, so let's forget about dogs, lesbian acts, drinking urine, and putting on vulgar sex acts in front of the kids to make Barbara happy. Let's just think about all the wonderful years we had together and treasure what we had, and then we'll part with happy memories."

"She wants me to fuck dogs in front of my kids?"

In twenty years of marriage and four years of steady dating, Don never heard Faye utter a dirty word, much less the "F" word. She wouldn't even let him use vulgar words in the bedroom, not even when he'd bust his knuckles with a slippery pipe wrench.

He didn't quite know what to make of it, but he wanted to keep the conversation going to see if she'd do it again or say something else. If she called her vagina a cunt, he'd shit gummy bears. He said, "Yes, oral, anal, and vaginal with the children watching."

"Oral?"

"And anal, from up close I would imagine, and probably masturbating to it."

"Did she actually say she'd want them to masturbate while I suck off a dog?"

"No, but you know they will if they see you sucking on a dog's cock, and you know she'll encourage that, anything to add to your humiliation. I can see her encouraging those boys to jack off on you and it wouldn't surprise me if she wanted the girls to wipe their pussies on you, probably on your face."

The color was back in her face and was now getting very colorful. She became pensive, then said, "Yes, of course. She'd love to see that. I'd probably have to do it in the nude."

"Yes, and in a lewd position that will fully expose your totally shaved pussy."

"My shaved pussy? She said I had to shave my pussy?"

"No, but it would have to be shaved bald for this to get that far. You would have to shave all the hair off your pussy for me to get a hard-on just from looking at it. She made it clear that it was my dick she'd key on to determine if you were vulgar enough. I'd have to be looking at a good shaved beaver showing lots of pink meat and a finger stroking through it before I'd get the kind of rise she's looking for. That's why I say just forget it. You'd never shave your pussy and masturbate in front of the kids. You can't even masturbate in front of me, and we've been married almost twenty years."

"Don, help me up."

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going into the bathroom to shave my cunt, then I am coming out here to show you how your wife masturbates."

After helping her to her feet while holding in a smirk, he kissed her on the forehead. She faced Don and said, "Don, I want you to sit at the foot of the bed in a chair and watch what I've been doing almost daily for the past twenty years after sending you out horny and sexually frustrated. I am going to do it exactly the way I do when no one is home, and I want you to call me every filthy name in the book while I'm doing it, because I deserve it. All you ever wanted to do was watch and jerk off, and I wouldn't even give you that. I wouldn't blame you if you pissed on me. If you do, I'll wear it and sleep in it, but I'll see that you have a nice dry side to sleep on, or I'll set up the hide-a-bed and you can sleep on that. I'm serious."

"Just go shave that sexy cunt nice and close, and don't worry about being pissed on; although, I might drown you in semen if you masturbate the way you used to fuck me when we were dating."

Faye got that naughty little girl look on her face, a look he hadn't seen since they were dating, and the look was every bit as cute and exciting as it was back then. While impishly biting her lower lip, she came up and hung her straight arms on his shoulders and purred, "I do it better, much better now, and that's what will make you so angry that you'll piss on me. On those rare occasions that I let you fuck me, I just lie there like a dead fish, but now you'll see that I haven't forgotten how to fuck a man and fuck him good. And while you watch this, be aware that I am not thinking about fucking you. I always pretend I'm fucking another man in your bed. If that doesn't make you want to piss on me, nothing will."

Now, Don wanted to piss on her because she obviously wanted it, lobbied for it. Hell, she damn near begged for it. As she moved to walk away, wearing that, I've-been-a-very-bad-girl look, another of his favorites from the past, he held her by the arm and said, "Faye, did you? Did you ever?"

Faye studied him for a second, then dropped the cutesy routine and said, "Yes, Don. I have cheated... several times with several different men. None recently and no one you know, but I have been unfaithful. I'm sorry."

He relaxed his grip, softened his expression, then said, "Are you going to show me how you fucked them?"

He could see the relief flood over her. A relief smile formed, then she immediately resumed her cutesy act, biting on her lower lip while nodding, and when he broke a smile, she said, "I'll show you how I fucked the last one not three months ago, right here in this bed. He's still around, and he still calls wanting more of your wife's hot, juicy cunt. Now, you'll see why he still calls."

"Why don't you show me how you'll fuck him the next time he calls and you invite him over to see your shaved pussy."

"I will, and I will invite him over the very next time he calls. If you're home, you'll have to leave so that I can fuck my lover in our marital bed. You'll have to go somewhere and jack off while you think about what I'm doing."

"And the kids? Suppose they're here? Will you run them off, too?"

She thought about this, got a devilish gleam in her eye, then said, "No, I don't care what they see. I won't even shut the bedroom door, and when he's done fucking me, I'll walk him to the door, naked, with his cum running down both legs. I'll bend over and suck his spermy cock while showing the kids Mommy's fucked cunt. I'll pull my cunt lips open so they can look inside and see all the sperm he put in Mommy's fuck hole."

He turned her and gave her fanny a playful smack, propelling her toward the bathroom door. She giggled and flounced like a schoolgirl. It had all been silly fantasy and they both knew it, but it had been decades since they'd engaged in silly fantasy.

Faye paused at the bathroom door and looked back with a serious expression as though the reality of their current situation had suddenly resurfaced. Don got serious with her and sat on the bed to hear what she had to say.

"Don, I think you should go get the kids for this."

"Are you serious?"

"I think I am. I think we must. If I have to masturbate tomorrow evening, I don't want that to be the first time they see it. I also want to ease them into the shock of what they'll see tomorrow. I think we must, I really do, but there's another reason they should see this."

"Why, because it turns you on?"

"No, because they need to see what a hypocrite I've been all these years. They need to see this for the same reason you do. They need to know that it's okay to masturbate, that I do it, and I've done it all along. Don, I've been very hard on those kids about masturbation. I've been awful. We have to set that straight. Have them pull up chairs around the bed and be perfectly quiet. Explain to them that I am going to pretend that no one is here, and then I am going to do exactly what I do almost every day when no one is here. I don't want anyone to talk to me while it's going on, and when it's all over, I'm going to talk about sex, masturbation, this thing with Barbara, and my affairs. I want it all out, Don."

"You don't have to talk about your affairs, Faye. That can just be between you and me."

"No, I want it out. Don, that last one I told you about? He is real, not fantasy. That's a current affair. It's a totally physical thing, they all were. You're the only man I have ever loved. With them, it's just sex, but this one isn't over and this affair has been going on for years. We just had a spat that we patched up three weeks ago, but we haven't been able to coordinate our schedules so that we could make up properly. If it's not the kids hanging around, it's you being home, and it is driving me crazy."

"What's the problem? We can afford a motel room if he can't."

"I only want to cheat in my marital bed. That's what the spat was about. He just wants pussy, and when he wants pussy, he wants it now. He doesn't care where as long as it's at his convenience. If I have to come out of the closet, I want to come all the way out."

"What you're saying is, you want to carry on this affair out in the open."

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. I want you to subordinate your rights to him; in fact, I want you to obtain his permission for anything you get. I want the kids to know and see you do it. I wish he could stop by here any time, day or night, without regard to who is here. I wish he could walk into this house unannounced, take me by the hand, lead me to our bedroom, and fuck me. If he could do that, I'm sure he'd fuck me every day he has free time, and that's three or four days a week. I wish it were more, but that's the best I can hope for. I know this is a shitty time to bring this up, but damnit, Don, it's now or never, and I don't want to lose this one. He's the best I've had in years."

"Are you telling me that nothing will change as far as you and I are concerned? Will I still be getting dead-fish screws once a month?"

"Don, it was never once a month. It was once every two months at best, and once a quarter is more like it."

"Well?"

"That won't change, because that's the way I like it. That's why this has been so difficult. I want you sexually frustrated while I give it freely to someone else. I don't want to fuck him anyplace else. I have never cheated except in our bed after sending you off horny."

"Well, that makes me feel better."

"Better or worse, that's the charge I get out of cheating. Without that, it's just fucking, and I can get fucking from you. I can't get cheating from you, and cheating isn't nearly as sweet as when I've been neglecting your needs. That is my kink, Don. I can't help it. That's what I like. I need it. I have to have it. I want everyone in this family to know and accept it. They don't have to like it. In fact, it's better if they don't. Do you understand, Don?"

"I understand. I hope you understand that I won't remain faithful to a cheating and neglectful wife."

"I don't expect you to, and you haven't been. I just wish you'd pick on girls your own age. You were lucky to get caught by Barbara. At least, there's a way out. Any other mother would have called the police and then took the pictures. Any other woman would blame you, not the wife. She got it right, but you just lucked out. This one's on me, Don, and don't think I'm pleased about this. I'm not, but at least I'll get my cheating out in the open, and that is something I have always fantasized doing, so, all in all, this will be worth it--I think."

"I hope so, because Barbara plans to turn you into a whore and a bitch, a real bitch, and I got the impression that this won't be a one-time thing. I think the dogs will be here to stay and the boys will be your best customers, the girls, too, for that matter."

"Are you serious? Did she say that?"

"She implied it, and she is serious about sending me to prison if she doesn't get everything she wants. I was setup, Faye. That little girl was no virgin, and Barbara set that whole scene up. It's you she wants, Faye."

"Me! Why me?"

"I don't know, but she made it clear that it was you she wanted and if I wanted to stay out of prison, I had better help her get you."

"So all that crap about making memories and living a lifetime of love and affection in a few hours was you helping her get me?"

"No, I couldn't do that to you, and I never dreamed there was anything I could do or say that would get you to do the things she wanted, so I resolved myself to going to prison. It was only after you showed a willingness to make her happy that I began entertaining notions on how I might help."

Faye was pacing in the bedroom, mulling over his words and the whole situation. She had a lot of pieces to fit into her new life puzzle, so she paced quite a bit. Don just watched until she stopped pacing and faced him to say, "I hope you realize this complicates matters a great deal."

"I realized that as soon as you said your affair wasn't over."

"Don, I don't see how I can be a wife, a mistress, and be owned by Barbara. Somehow, wife, mistress, whore, and real bitch don't mesh with motherhood."

"Well, you can toss out wife. You haven't been a wife for eighteen years, not sexually."

"True."

"And what's his name doesn't know he has a free hand."

"His name is Jason, Don."

"Just keep juggling Jason, only now, you just have to juggle around Barbara. I'm sure she won't be hanging out here in the country. I do see her popping in from time to time to check on things, to see that her orders are being carried out."

"You're probably right, and Jason never stays long. He gets his fuck and leaves. They might never meet."

"Yes, but who's to say she won't love the idea of you having a lover that you'll kick your husband out of his marital bed for, or like a man that would interrupt a family meal to bend you over the table, yank down your panties, and butt fuck you with your tit in the gravy."

"Umm, yes. He'd do that, too. He'd love to do that. For him, I'd pull my cheeks apart and stick my tit in hot gravy. As for me kicking you out of bed for him, you'd better believe it, and I wouldn't care if you laid on the floor or pulled up a chair and watched. When my man wants pussy, he gets pussy, and anyone that doesn't like it can just jack off or finger-fuck themselves. Do you think she might, you know, like it?"

"Faye, this woman is major league kinky. This thing you have going is a game of slap and tickle compared to what she's into."

"God, you're right." Faye sat on the bed beside Don. "You know, it hasn't really sunk in. I mean, this woman plans to have me sucking and fucking dogs in front of our kids. Screw wife and mistress. How do I be a mother to kids who see me on my hands and knees getting fucked like a real bitch?"

"Or sucking on one till he cums in your mouth, and they see you swallowing his dog cum. You'll have to swallow. I hope you know that."

"I fully intend to, Don. I love sucking cock and swallowing sperm. I doubt a dog will be much different, maybe better. The idea does not make me sick; it makes me horny. With my kids watching, it makes me very horny."

"So, you do suck cock!"

"Don, I have sucked off and swallowed every man I ever screwed except you, and it wasn't just a few. We're talking two or three a year for twenty years. Do the math."

"You just had to rub that in, didn't you?"

"It gives me a charge. I'm sorry. By the way, the first was on our honeymoon. I sucked off the taxi driver while you registered us. You weren't even the first to fuck me after the wedding. I fucked a bellhop while you were checking out the hotel facilities. His black sperm was in my pussy when you got your first marital fuck, and for every fuck you got, he got three, and he got a choice of holes. I thought for sure Jill would be black."

"Fuck. I'll say one thing for you. I never had a clue. You're good."

"I don't think anybody ever had a clue. Now you know why I insist we live out in the country. I do all my cheating at home. If we had neighbors watching who comes and goes, good wouldn't help. I am good, but that's all over, and we need to get this ball rolling. We're still in the same mess and we have kids we need to prepare. I think I'll just leave the cheating out of this until I see what Barbara's intentions are. Hell, I may totally lose interest in slap and tickle games if it turns out that I like dogs, incest, eating pussy, and sucking piss. Hell, they've all featured in my fantasies at one time or another. I never dreamed I'd actually do any, and here I am faced with them all, and who knows what else. A kinky woman owns my ass, and I have to keep her happy."

"This should be interesting."

"Yes, but first, I have to get through this masturbating thing and I want you to know, this will be the hardest thing I will ever do in my entire life. I don't masturbate for anybody, and I have never shaved my pussy for anybody, and here I'm about to do both in front of my fucking kids. Don, I'm not sure I can, and to tell you the truth, I've been stalling."

"I know, but if you're going to try to save my ass, this is a smart thing to do. Look, take your time in there and I'll sit the kids down and lay it all out for them. I'll be the bad guy and you're doing this just as an ice breaker, because you have to do it for real to save my dumb ass. There's no need to sully your image, no need to talk, just do it and let the act speak for itself. You're the sacrificing hero for as long as this goes on, no matter what you have to do to keep this family together."

"No, I don't want that part. I caused this. I'll come clean. They must see my true lusty nature, and they must see that I'm a hypocrite. Some things are bound to turn me on, and I don't want to try to hide that fact. That would be torture. No, if I turn into a blubbering slut under a humping dog, I don't want them to be too surprised. After they see how I masturbate, they won't be at all surprised."

"It's that good, huh?"

"Don, I have a large dildo that was cast from Jason's cock, exact in every detail, even the skin tone. I keep it inside the box springs of our mattress. I plan to use that. That is how I masturbate."

"Inside the box springs? How do you get to it?"

"Easy. There's a tear in that gauze dust cover underneath. I just reach my hand in and there it is. No one would ever think to look there."

"You're right. Damn! You actually fuck yourself, then?"

"Oh, yes, and with no pubic hair to hide anything, it'll be quite a sight to see. It'll go up my ass to the balls when I go for my orgasm, and I use both hands with my legs as wide as they'll go. I'll have no secrets when this is over."

"Jesus Christ! So, I'll finally get to see my wife's pussy."

"Yes, but keep in mind that at least a hundred men got to see it before you, and they all saw it while I had my legs out in the splits with my cunt lips pulled apart. I love to show men my pussy. That I'll do where and when I feel I can get away with it. Actually, the number has to be closer to two hundred, and that's why I do most of my shopping in Cedar Springs. When I go Cedar Springs shopping, I don't wear panties."

"Damn! You just had to rub that in, didn't you?"

"Yes, and now, I'm ready. Go get the kids and just tell them that I am going to masturbate for them to show them what I do almost everyday after they leave for school. Let me explain why afterward. And, Don, if you feel like pissing on me, do it. I'll explain why you pissed on me and why I deserved it. Do it and leave. Do it when you think it's appropriate, but I would think right after, while I'm lying in post orgasmic bliss would be most effective. Piss in my pussy, then piss in my face when I sit up with my mouth wide open in shock. Piss in my mouth. Piss right in my face."

"I can't piss with a hard-on, Faye, and I am not jacking off."

"I think you will, and if you do, I think you'll inspire company. I think Jill will whether you do or not, and if you piss on me, I know she'll join you. After all the shit I have given that girl about masturbating, she's going to be pissed, and she has every right to be."

"Jill masturbates?"

"Yes, and she thinks she has the right. You have no idea how much sexual tension exists in this house. I keep the sexual heat turned up with the lid on tight. You're not the only sexually frustrated male I turn loose on innocent streets. I use the girls to get to the guys. I have never respected their modesty, not even when the boys have their friends over. I'll strip either one of those girls and paddle their behinds with a room full of boys looking on. I've done it a number of times and did it to Harriet just recently with Frank and four of his football buddies watching. I take my time and make sure everyone gets a good long look at their tits and pussies, and a good look at a girl's pussy must show pink, Don."

"Christ! How could I not be aware of all this? You say Jill masturbates. Is that because you make her?"

"No, masturbation is a sin. That's mostly what she gets punished for. If it weren't for masturbation, she'd be a perfect young lady, faultless, and she is now of legal age to screw anybody she wants, and she is damned pissed about not being able to masturbate in her own home. She thinks it's healthy, normal, moral, and does it to spite me. I have walked in on her dozens of times. She won't even lock her door. Everyone has walked in on Jill masturbating. She won't stop, won't run anyone off, and she does it in the nude with her legs wide apart. By the way, Jill shaves her pussy lips, and I give her hell about that, too. When I catch her masturbating, or check and find a recent shave between her legs, I put Tabasco on her pussy."

"Tabasco?"

"Yes, and that hurts, Don. That really hurts. That's a fire that won't go away for hours, and the more you scrub, the worse it gets. The best you can do is lie there and give it plenty of air. You just lie there and let your pussy cook. It is the most excruciating pain you can imagine, Don. It feels like a hot iron pressed between your legs, and when someone blows on it, it cools down to the temperature of scalding water. That still hasn't stopped her or even slowed her down. I caught Harriet one time, Tabascoed her twat, and that was enough for her. She was thirteen at the time, and I dare say she hasn't masturbated in this house since."

"God, I wish I could have seen that."

"Everyone else did for six hours, and Billy had two of his little buddies over. She didn't care who saw as long as someone would blow on it for her. She had no trouble getting help. Even Jill took turns. Jill has a nice pussy, but Harriet has a great pussy. I even took a few turns."

"I knew she would. With legs like hers, you know there's got to be dynamite pussy at the top. Now, Jill, I figure she has one of those long, thin-lipped slits that stay closed even with her legs wide apart."

"She does, but Jill has the largest clit I ever saw. She has a clit like a baby's dick. She doesn't pay much attention to her hole, but she gives that clit a workout. She even jacks it like a dick. She likes to tug and pull on it, get it all out, hanging out of her slit, then she beats the fuck out of it, or just toys with it, showing it off. She's very proud of her long, prick-like clit, and loves showing it off, that and her tits."

"I wish she'd show it off to me. I love big clits."

"Harriet is just the opposite. She's terribly self conscious, but then her pussy is terribly vulgar looking. That girl shows pink with her legs together. She has a puffy-lipped taco pussy, heavy on the sauce. When I caught her masturbating, she seemed fascinated with her hole, so I rubbed the Tabasco in and around her hole and all inside her slit. She had to hold her cunt lips open the whole time. With Jill, I just give her clit a good coating and pull it out from between her lips."

"Sounds to me like you enjoy playing with their pussies."

"I do, but I don't think it showed. I am always stern and angry, intent on humiliating those girls to mold them into proper young ladies. I rub their pussies as though they were smelly feet. I'm good at my role, Don, and I don't think anyone suspects that I use the girls to sexually arouse anyone. If there are outsiders present, I apologize, beg their indulgence, invite them to stay if they don't mind as it will add to the girl's humiliation, and then I simply ignore their presence and deal with the bad girl. No one has ever walked out yet. I have put on some fantastic exhibitions. I remember one time..."

"Faye, you're stalling again. It's getting close to midnight."

"I know. God damnit. I am so fucking nervous. They're going to hate me or laugh at me, or..."

"Hey, they will not hate you or laugh at you. Your kids adore you. They always have and they always will, and I can't imagine anyone not wanting to see all of you in hot sexual action, getting down and dirty. You're a very sexy woman, Faye. Barbara certainly thinks so, and you know what a looker she is. Your sex appeal shows through. You can't hide it and those kids have to live with it. Give us all a treat, will ya?"

Faye smiled big and said, "All right. I'm doing it. I'm going all the way, down and dirty, no holes barred, no holding back. It's now or never."

She stood, squared her shoulders, and marched into the bathroom. Don woke the kids and gathered them in the dining room. They were very confused, all wearing PJs, and here it was close to midnight on a school night. He waited for all the whining to stop, then let a pregnant pause build tension before saying, "Kids, your mother is going to masturbate and she wants us all to watch. She will explain later, but she wanted me to tell you that she is going to do this just as she does every morning after you kids leave for school. She's going to do her thing and pretend we're not there. When it's all over, she'll explain everything."

Jill said, "Dad, what the hell is going on?"

"Don't ask me any questions. I don't have any answers. This was news to me. As far as I knew, she never masturbated in her life. In fact, I have never actually seen her vagina. All I've ever seen is pubic hair, and she's in the bathroom shaving all of that off. I'll just have to wait and see what this is all about. I do know she has a very good reason for doing this. She's not crazy, drunk, horny, off the deep end, or anything like that. She is doing something she said she had to do. She did say she has been a terrible hypocrite for the past twenty years and wants to make up for that in this way. Let's just leave it at that and go watch. Take your chairs with you and set them around the bed."

Jill said, "Daddy, if she actually goes through with this, I'm going to do more than watch. I hope it won't embarrass you, but I'll take my PJs off and masturbate with her."

"You won't embarrass me, and I may join you. I've been after her to shave her vagina since before we got married, and I have begged to watch her masturbate. I may lose control. I hope I don't embarrass you and Harriet--any of you kids for that matter."

Harriet, following along with her chair, said, "You won't embarrass me, Daddy. If you feel like doing it, go right ahead. I won't look."

Frank said, "You mean you won't look away."

"All right, Frank. Let's not inhibit anyone. This is difficult enough as it is."

They were all in the bedroom and Don took the choice spot, right at the foot of the bed. Jill sat butted up next to his seat with Ben squeezing out Harriet for the seat on the other side of him. Don almost had a daughter sandwich, and silently cursed Ben. Harriet set her chair at the corner on his right. Billy and Frank sat on the far side close to the foot. Clearly, everyone figured the action would be at the foot of the bed.

While waiting, sexual tension rose along with four dicks. You can't hide an erection in PJ bottoms worn without underwear. Eventually, the dick poked out through the wide slit. When that happened, the owner let it remain out. Very quickly, all three male PJs had erect cocks sticking out of them, and Frank lightly stroked his seven-inch beauty.

Jill couldn't take any more, stood, shucked her PJ bottoms, sat, and began rubbing and tugging on her clit. Don had to look to her lap, and when he did, she moved off the clit so he could see it while saying, "Sorry, Dad, but I can't wait."

Frank said, "Hey, Harriet, why don't you join her?"

"I'll wait for Mom. I'm afraid this is just a trick to see who falls for it. I'll bet she comes out with a bottle of Tabasco. I'm not taking any chances."

Billy got up and turned the two bedside lamps on, then tilted the shades to cast light on the bed. Frank thought it would be better to relocate them on the dresser that was right behind Don. That was a better idea, so they got the nod. Once set, the foot of the bed was lit up like daytime. Now, they had a brightly-lit stage, four kids playing with their genitals, one with her hand cupping her crotch with clamped legs, so Daddy took out his cock and went to see what was taking so long.

He stroked with one hand while tapping with the other: "Faye, it's getting late."

The door cracked open and Faye pulled him in. Naked, standing in a defensive crouch, terrified, on the verge of tears, she cried, "Don, I can't do this. I just can't."

Don peered down and could see she'd gone through with the shave. Though one hand was in her crotch, hair would have been sticking out on all sides. He stroked her back and said, "I understand, sweetheart. I'll send the kids back to bed and we can concentrate on our last night together. We need to go over finances, decide important matters, and we don't have much time."

Faye looked up with deep concern, then said, "Don, if this is more of your helping Barbara..."

"Faye, face it. If you can't do it now, you sure can't do it tomorrow. I accept that fact, and now we must deal with the reality. This is no game. They're hauling me off tomorrow. We have things we have to do."

"All right, God damnit, I'm going out there, but if I ever find out that you were in cahoots with that woman and this threat was all bullshit, I will kill you, Donald Paul Krough, and then I'll fuck every colored man in town on your grave."

Don took her highly agitated form by the shoulders, looked her anxiety-ridden face deep in the eyes, smiled and said, "Darling, I swear to you, this is real and no conspiracy. You should also know that your kids are already masturbating just from the anticipation of seeing you masturbate with a shaved pussy."

"They're masturbating?"

"Yes, though Harriet thinks this is a trick and you'll come out with a bottle of Tabasco. She has her hand between her legs, but outside the PJs. Everyone else is playing with naked sex organs, and look at me. I came in this way."

Faye looked at his rigid, weeping, throbbing cock, then smiled, relaxed visibly, then looked up and said, "They honestly want to see me do this?"

"Down and dirty, buck naked, hot and juicy. I am going to cum on you, and I will piss on you."

"You will!"

"I promise, and those boys will cum on you, too. I must warn you, Jill went out and returned with a bottle of Tabasco. She hid it under the bed, but I saw. What should I do about it?"

"Nothing. She owes me. I've done it to myself just to make sure it was safe to do on them. I have drenched my cunt, inside and out. It damn near killed me, but it didn't hurt me. Besides, after hurting Harriet so badly, I've been diluting the Tabasco with olive oil and red food coloring. Right now, it's mostly colored oil and the pain is mostly in Jill's head. No, let her do whatever she wants. I'll take it like a big girl. Don't do anything to stop her, but you might influence her to wait till I'm finished. The show stops with Tabasco. When that shit hits the clit, that's it. You've got about ten seconds and then there's no more touching. I have to act like it's raw Tabasco."

"If I see her reaching too soon, I'll just give her a wait sign."

"I think she will anyway. I always let her finish--well, sorta. I stand by with the bottle at the ready and pepper her clit as soon as she reaches her climax. That way, I can make her rub it into herself. I love doing it that way because it gives me an excuse to take the best seat in the house and watch with everyone else. She's going to get even, and I use both hands. She'll pepper the fuck out of me, and I'll be getting that shit all up in my cunt, all in my slit, all over my clit, and rubbing it in. Oh god, I'm ready, Don!"

Don kissed her and exited, gave the others the thumbs up, then took his seat, leaned over and whispered to his naked daughter, "Don't pepper her cunt until she starts to cum, then pepper the fuck out of it."

Jill smiled big and thrust her chest out when she saw her daddy checking out her tits. He gave her nearest turgid nipple a friendly tweak and that brought her free hand to his cock, making him sit up and take notice as she passionately said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the bathroom, "I want you to fuck me, Daddy! I want you to fuck my cunt right in front of Mom. Cum in my pussy. Knock my ass up. I don't care. I want your cock and so does Harriet. She's a virgin, and she's been saving her cherry for you."

Don looked to Harriet and saw her tearing off her PJs. When she was naked and resettled, she confirmed Jill's statement by actions, showing her pussy to her daddy like a girl that wanted to give it to him.

The bathroom door opened slowly and everyone froze, turned, and watched Faye enter the room wearing a long, flowing, sheer robe that showed her nakedness faintly through a flowery print. This was the robe she always wore with a full slip. It never looked better as she approached the side of the bed at the head, pretending no one was in the room. She dipped low and reached under.

She came up with a giant black cock, a fiberglass replica complete with bulging veins, a shiny black fuck muscle with large balls that formed a flat base which she planted at the edge of the mattress and gazed on while on her knees. Onlookers could easily imagine the black buck reclined before her as she ran her tongue all over that mighty instrument, then deeply sucked it into her mouth while fanning her outstretched fingers over an imaginary black abdomen.

The family watched this with their eyes wide and mouths hung open, but only Don knew this was the cock of her current lover, Jason, the man she wanted him to subordinate his marital rights to, a man she'd butt fuck at the supper table with her tit in hot gravy with the kids looking on.

And now, he wanted that, and he wanted to beg the owner of that magnificent fuck stick for a piece of his wife's ass, and he wanted to be told no even after he'd licked his cock and kissed his balls right in front of his entire family.

Faye glanced to Don's throbbing cock and seemed to know that. Her smiling eyes met his and conveyed a message he understood perfectly: "Yes, Don, my lover is a colored man, and this is the cock you'll grovel at. This is the cock you'll suck just to get a whiff of my adulterous pussy. Get a good look, Don. This isn't slap and tickle, and this isn't going away. This is the cock I take good care of, or will from now on, and your children will want it that way, because they'll get to watch, and I'll share this cock with Jill and Harriet. You just lost that cherry. Look at her. Yes, Don, he'll own all the pussy under your roof, and he's a stingy, uppity nigger, the kind you hate. Suffer, white boy, you won't be getting any pussy from Jason, none, but you'll find out that he's not stingy with his own kind. He'll see that we all get knocked up with little black bastards, and you know what? I couldn't be more thrilled."

Don got that silent message loud and clear, and if that weren't enough, Faye lifted her mouth free, turned her head and said, "What do you think of Jason's cock, Don?"

He wasn't expecting her to acknowledge anyone's presence, wasn't ready with a response, so he nodded. Her use of the vulgar term for a penis was as much a shock to the kids as her earlier use of the "F" word was to him. In many ways, it was more shocking than watching her mouth a dick.

She noted the shocked reaction, smiled, gave the head a lick, then said directly to Don, "It's a perfect likeness of my lover's cock. He had it cast in fiberglass and gave it to me on my thirty-fifth birthday. Wasn't that a thoughtful gift to give your mistress?"

Again he nodded. The kids were in awe, looking from parent to parent. Clearly, Faye could not wait to bring this out in the open, and went on, "I've used it everyday since, sometimes three, four times a day. It's the gift that keeps on giving. I'll show you how I thanked him, how I still thank him, how I will keep on thanking him right here in our marital bed where you get a dead, lifeless poke every three months."

The kids were looking at their father the entire time, puzzled by the fact that he was still beating his dick and not his cheating wife. Faye went on, "Watch closely, Don, and picture the children watching this in the flesh. Pretend they're here, watching me do this, and you'll know what they'll be seeing when I get Jason on this bed again very soon. Just picture him lying here, naked, with his magnificent black cock sticking up and drooling his golden precum."

That let everyone know the score--Don was present, the kids were not. She ran her tongue all over the shiny crown as though lapping up his precum, making pleasure noises, then sucking him deep in her mouth, making more pleasure noises, then fucking her head on the cock before pulling up with a parting kiss, then standing up as though between his legs.

Smiling, she said to the place on the mattress where a head would be, "I love sucking your magnificent black cock, Jason. If my husband ever saw me suck a dick, he'd shit, and if he ever saw me suck a black cock, he'd die. I have never put my mouth anywhere near his little white penis, and I told him sperm made me sick. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me sucking and swallowing yours, licking sperm off your cock, balls, and asshole."

The kids no longer cared how their father took the news. They were all masturbating intently, fascinated with what they were seeing and hearing. This was not the mother they knew, but it was Faye Krough, the woman who gave birth to them, and they were seeing more of Faye Krough than they'd ever seen before.

Faye moved back from the bed and made as though closing her lover's legs before straddling them with her knees against the mattress, standing in a half squat before the cock. Everyone plainly saw her phantom lover in their mind's eye as she unbelted her robe and said, "Jason, I have a surprise for you."

She opened the robe and dropped it. Six pairs of eyes devoured her full nudity but came to rest in her denuded crotch as her hands framed the area she'd shaved, saying, "I shaved my pussy for you, Jason. Do you like it?"

Harriet had to lean out over the mattress to see around the hip, and Ben pushed her down so he could see over her. Don pulled both of them back to their seats, then motioned sternly for them to remain seated. Faye waited for Don to regain control of the kids that weren't there before resuming her little passion play by saying, "Oh, you want a better look?"

She mounted the bed and squatted over Jason's head, saying, "How's this? Can you see everything, now? Oh, Jason, yes, lick my cunt." And it appeared someone were licking her cunt. She reversed herself and assumed a sixty-nine position, returning to her cock sucking while giving Frank and Billy a great rear shot of her bare beaver pretending to be licked. Now, it was Jill leaning across the bed. Don brought her back, and pressed her into her seat.

They watched this sixty-nine for a few minutes, then Faye reversed herself again and squatted over the cock. Six fascinated eyes watched eleven inches of black plastic slide inside Faye's body like a sword being set in its scabbard, and then the scabbard fucked the sword while playing with its floppy tits, holding both up, sucking one turgid nipple then the other teasingly for Jason. The two tit nuts, Frank and Ben, almost blew their wads. Jill wasn't much better. She tried to suck her own, but never came close, even with Daddy's help.

Faye took in all the action going on around her, studying each kid's reaction, pleased by what she was seeing, extremely pleased by Jill's reaction. She had one leg out over her father's lap, the other on Frank's, and fucked herself with three fingers while rubbing her clit hard. This was very rare for Jill to enter herself.

Harriet was almost as bad, sitting back with both feet at the corner edges of her chair, finger-fucking her own pussy, letting her brother, Ben, feel her up at will. He had both hands exploring her body and when he wanted in the pussy, she pulled her finger out and allowed his in. When they moved on, hers returned. This wasn't like Harriet at all, and when Don wanted to feel her pussy, she did the same for him. She had a brother fingering her asshole and squeezing her tit while her father fingered her pussy as she held the lips open for him.

Faye smiled to herself, then said to the mattress, "Do I mind if you fuck Jill? Of course I don't mind. [Jill moaned loudly and heaved up her loins] No, I see no problem. Jill does as she's told. [Jill cried, "Oh God!"] No, Jason, you don't need to use a rubber. I wouldn't insult your cock by wrapping it in rubber. She'll take it raw and suffer the consequences. ["OH FUCK YES!"] Like I said, Jill does as she's told. If you want her pregnant, I will simply tell her to get pregnant. If you want her to bear you a bastard, she will bear you a bastard. It's that simple."

"OH FUCK! OH GOD!" Jill came unhinged and unseated, sliding to the floor in her orgasmic writhing, coming to rest in a fold with her legs on the mattress and her head on the seat, dazed and still fucking herself.

Faye kept the momentum up, because Harriet was about to join her sister. Faye said, "It might interest you to know that Harriet is a virgin. She's been saving her cherry for her father, but I'm sure she'd rather give it to you. We can arrange for you to take her cherry when she's fertile."

"AAHHHHH! Oh god! Yes! Yes! ahhhhhh..." She slid onto the mattress with her back resting on the seat.

Two down, three to go. "What, Jason? You want to watch my sons fuck me? That's kinky. I love it. Yes, Jason, invite your friends. I'll fuck all three at once--Frank in my cunt, Ben in my ass, and Billy can fuck me in the mouth."

Sperm flew, and some hit her. Now, papa bear. "Of course I'll make my husband watch. Who do you think will suck those boys hard for me?"

Don stood, knelt on the mattress, and splattered her flank from shoulder to hip with thick ropes of sperm, then fell forward and found himself looking into a bald pussy fucking itself on black fiberglass."

"Don, get your head off Jason's belly. Can't you see we're trying to fuck? Get back in your chair and stay there, or you'll have to leave the room. You can lick his cock when I'm through fucking it and not before."

Don gave her his whipped puppy look, got up, and returned to his seat. He helped Jill up and then made Harriet get back in her seat and sit up. The boys all had new erections as Faye got in a new position, lying on her back in the spotlights with her ass at the foot of the bed centered on Don. Her feet were outside of Jill on her right and Ben on her left with the knees laid back, opening the plane of her sloppy wet sex beautifully. Using the fingers of both hands, she pulled the fleshy cunt lips wide. Six heads converged over the scene as she said to Don, "Eat Jason's load out of my cunt, Don. Be a good hubby and suck my lover's sperm out of my adulterous pussy."

Don's head came down and he ate imaginary sperm from a very real cunt. Someone on his left shot a load of real cum on the clit while he was down low licking the asshole. Don wasn't going to say anything, and he wasn't about to go back up, but the sperm was headed his way. A very excited Faye ended his dilemma by saying, "You missed the sperm in my slit. Get it all, Don. Lick it all up and swallow it. Suck the sperm off my clit."

Before he could really think through his possible courses of action, sperm got on his tongue, and he just started licking his way up the slit, licking and swallowing, and before he knew it, he was sucking on a spermy clit with Billy and Ben kneeling at their mother's hips, beating their cocks madly in his peripheral vision.

Don retreated to the asshole to clear the target area. Ben hit first, then Billy followed immediately after. A thick mass of white goo slid down a broad pink oval. Back he came as two girls had orgasms, face down on the bed at his sides, almost cheek to cheek with him, watching their father lick their brother's cum off their mother's pussy. The thought occurred to him that his family was definitely into incest. When Harriet disappeared and a hard sucking mouth got his cock, he thought, "Definitely."

He just finished pumping a load in Harriet's mouth when Faye pushed him out of her cunt and took the dildo in hand. Don got everyone back in their seats and wiped his chin. So did Harriet.

Faye fucked herself in that same position, got the boys hard yet again, had the girls frigging off again, but Don was down for the count, though this was by far the most erotic and vulgar thing he ever saw. Faye told him to hold Jason's balls. Now, he held the cock and Faye fucked herself on it. The woman could flat put a fuckin' on a dick. He never saw such moves, and he began to feel like pissing on her the more he saw what she could do but never did for him. On and on it went.

Finally, she pulled the cock out and centered the head on her asshole. Don braced as she slid her ass scabbard down the sword. Jill slyly reached for the Tabasco as Faye began masturbating with both hands, hard and fast. Jill got ready, uncapped the bottle, and when her mother heaved up and cried out, Jill upended that bottle and made it rain fire.

Faye screamed but kept pounding as her hands turned red. She screamed and writhed in pain and ecstasy, just as Jill always did, and Jill still pumped the inverted bottle, even after Faye pulled her hands away because the pain was too great. Jill peppered bare pussy flesh, then shoved the bottle into the elevated and tilted back cunt.

Faye acted helpless as Jill took the base of the bottle and fucked it in and out fast to empty the contents inside her mother's writhing pussy while its owner looked on and screamed with fingers spread and arched back, hovering over the scene.

Over the sound of her own screams, Faye could hear Jill yelling, "How does that feel, Mother? Do you like that? Do you like having your pussy on fire? Isn't masturbation fun with Tabasco sauce? Have it all. Have lots of fun."

And when the twelve-ounce bottle was empty, Jill left it in and sat back, folded her arms, and watched her mother writhe in agony, cry real tears, and beg someone, anyone, to take the bottle out.

Don took the bottle out, stood with his dick in his hand, and pissed into her gaping cunt. Her head shot up, mouth wide, and he filled her mouth. He pissed all over her face, then returned to her cunt and washed her out with the rest. She needed a good washing out and she got it. When Don was done and had stormed off, Jill went to the bathroom. She returned with a washrag and towel. She handed the washrag to Harriet and together they mopped and wiped, going gently in the crotch.

Faye watched while propped up on her elbows, still with her legs yawning wide, marveling at the way they dabbed and blotted in intimate areas. Harriet wasn't shy about handling and wiping tit flesh and Jill had no qualms about touching her mother's pussy, pulling out a cunt lip to dab in the slit. Faye never wiped or blotted and would sometimes add more just as the pain was becoming tolerable.

The intense heat was already subsiding, and internally, she only felt warmth. The piss douche was quite effective. Harriet, having finished wiping all the piss from Faye's body, assisted Jill by pulling out the other cunt lip. Both girls were on their knees, side by side, using one arm to press on the inner thigh on each side to lay their mother's loins wide. They had their mother's pussy all to themselves and they were sharing, doing more examining than nursing, being completely uninhibited about what they were doing. Jill sent Ben for the Q-tips.

Frank and Billy sat on the bed at Faye's right side, and Ben took a seat at her left after handing Jill the Q-tips. All overlooked the scene as Jill took a Q-tip and addressed her efforts to the folds and wrinkles while Harriet unfolded and unwrinkled cunt flesh. While dabbing at her mother's piss hole, Jill said, "I'm sorry, Mother, but I owed you."

"I know. I expected it. Don't worry, I will never do that to you again."

Jill dabbed around the clit as Harriet peeled back the hood. She said, "So, are you serious about those things you said? Is there a Jason?"

"Yes, and yes."

"Is he the Greyson's butler?"

"Yes, you know him?"

"He's been in the newspaper. Everyone knows him."

"I haven't been to town lately, and I haven't heard from him all week. I can't call him; I have to wait till he calls me. What happened?"

"Some guys broke in and raped Cindy Greyson and forced Jason to screw her in front of her mother and father."

"Good Lord. Who would have the nerve?"

"There's a rape gang being run from the high school and rumor has it that the principal controls and directs them. Everyone says he has something on Estelle and there's nothing she can do about it. I heard that Jason is fucking Cindy regularly to get her pregnant, and Estelle has to let him."

"Well, that would explain why he hasn't called. I can't compete with pussy like that. Your principal really has it in for them, doesn't he?"

Frank said, "That's nothing. They also put the dogs on her--two big Dobermans. They fucked her. Her parents had to watch that, too."

"You don't say. I'll bet you kids would like to watch that, huh?"

They all said they'd love it, so Faye began telling them about Barbara, the rape, the call, the demand, and what was likely to happen tomorrow evening, leaving nothing out and nothing to the imagination. Three dicks got hard and Jill ate pussy. Harriet waited her turn as Don returned to the room, took a seat and watched. Now, he wasn't there and the kids were.

While getting her pussy sucked in turns, Faye confessed her kink, told stories of her adulterous adventures, and described her favorite fantasies. She fucked the boys and sucked the girls, then sucked the boys and fucked the girls. Harriet's cherry fell to a replica of Jason's cock though her Daddy's cock was ready, willing and able. He, however, wasn't there and if he had been, he didn't have Jason's permission.

Both girls eagerly pledged their pussies to Jason and surrendered their wombs to him. They also promised to serve Barbara in any way she desired. This orgy lasted till sunup, and Billy was the only one that wanted to go to school. Everyone else wanted to stay home and plan for Barbara's visit.

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Barbara called Judy first thing Wednesday morning, elated by her success. She wanted Judy to go with her at seven. Judy would have it no other way. They rode together with Bruno in the back seat. All the way out, Barbara speculated about what they'd see in the way of vulgar. Judy, having heard Billy's account and the plans they'd discussed, knew that Barbara was in for a shock but didn't let on. Instead, she asked Barbara not to get her hopes too high and accept whatever state as vulgar enough, something to build on. Barbara had no choice. The threat was hollow and there were no pictures; still, she had high hopes.

When they arrived, they just walked in without knocking. Barbara's chin hit the floor. Faye was laid out over a coffee table that was turned broadside to the door, arms and legs bound to the table legs. One large mutt was fucking her cunt while another was fucking her throat. The Krough males were all on the far side jacking off. The naked girls were on their backs, side by side, on the floor with their legs wide facing the door. Written in red lipstick across four thighs was the message:

PLEASE DON'T SEND OUR DADDY TO PRISON

Barbara read the message, then released Bruno. He chose the little one and settled between OUR DADDY and TO PRISON, got in to the balls after she lifted her cunt to his belly, then began fucking her hard. Barbara turned to Judy and said, "Am I good or what?"

Judy just smiled.



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Sex Class--Day Three


Wednesday, day three, took up where personal histories left off. Joann Cummings, age 11, the daughter of Dottie and Alfred Cummings, was a delightful little girl, cute as a bunny's belly button. She was the youngest child in Judy's class, very bright, and should have been in the fifth grade but she started school a year early under a gifted child program.

Besides being the youngest, she was small for her age, a full foot shorter than the other girls in her class and weighing only 75 lbs when the average was 95 lbs. Most of the girls showed some signs of puberty, but Joann showed none--a straight line from shoulders to hips, but she was very pretty and excessively cute.

Joann's cuteness stemmed from a full mane of the most luxuriant chestnut hair always full and bouncy, silky, and shining. With large almond eyes, rosy cheeks, and a big dimpled smile, showing bare legs almost to her bare ass, Joann was so cute that molesters could not resist jacking off in her hair, and normal adults could not resist touching her hair, running their fingers through it, patting, fluffing, twirling strands, then going, "Aw, yuk! What is this shit?"

Three men couldn't resist repeatedly jacking off in Joann's hair in a dark movie theater as she sat between her parents watching Bambi. Between them, they deposited thirteen loads in two hours, and she left that theater looking like she'd gone bobbing for apples in a cum tub.

Since Gwen and Gloria drew Joann as their project, they were on-hand to hear her story. Shortly into Joann's testimony, they knew all they needed to know about Dottie and Alfred Cummings. They raised molester bait and trolled for molesters, but watched their daughter very closely to insure she wasn't stolen, fucked, or murdered. To that degree, they were responsible parents.

Joann Cummings had more cases of minor molestation than all other girls in the class put together if Tiffany were not counted. She was not a virgin though no cock ever entered her body. Many things did since the day she'd lost her cherry to a man's finger at the age of five. Returning from an outing usually meant lying on the dining table with her legs spread so Mommy could get out whatever was put in that wouldn't fall out on its own.

Most things fell out but her list of items that had to be dug out was quite impressive: all denominations of U.S. coins, two Canadian pennies and a 50 peso piece, bills up to a twenty, bottle caps, candy wrappers, gum, popcorn, a goldfish, a frog, used condoms, notes, business cards, pop rocks, atomic bomb candy, jaw breakers, a beetle, a sewing needle, an open safety pin, cigarette butts, and dozens of marbles. Though most marbles fell out, dozens didn't.

Their method for attracting molesters was simple. They'd dress Joann in a very short dress and stroll the seedy downtown streets of large nearby cities until they picked up a pervert or two or three, then they entered a theater with the pervert or perverts in tow. They'd sit in the back with vacant seats behind and wait.

It was the kids who saw a man jacking off in a girl's hair while her parents ignored it, that ended up crawling around on the floor for better looks, ultimately getting brave enough to get in front, under Joann's seat to reach up and blindly play with her pussy. Most of the crap and chump change was put there by nasty little boys with creatures in their pockets.

Perverts were more generous, but some were sadistic. The needle, safety pin, hot stuff, and ice came from mean perverts. The theater game wasn't the only game. They also rode crowded buses, took long elevator rides, and would stand in any long line they saw, anything that would give a pervert the guts to go for it, and IT was jacking off in Joann's hair. Her head being just the right height and full of fluffy, silky hair that begged a load of sticky, gooey cum, with two adults serving as side blocks, a bold pervert had little trouble getting off undetected with parents as accommodating as Dottie and Alfred.

Perverts that saw them knew they were trolling, and some came up and propositioned them on the street. If the proposition was reasonable or the pay was good, they accepted the offer, went with him or them, and watched, making sure they didn't cross the line--no anal or vaginal intercourse, and no blow jobs. They wanted the sperm on their daughter not in their daughter, and toward that end, they went to great extremes but most often far from home.

Money was not their object. Watching as many molestations as they could was the object. They liked it nasty and messy and would often duck behind a dumpster or get behind a parked truck so the perv could quickly jack off in Joann's face while her mother or father held her for it. If they just wanted to hurt her tender parts, maybe put a cigarette out in her pussy, they'd hold her for that, too, whatever it took to make the perv cum on her body somewhere. For gal pervs, Dottie would hold Joann's head while the bitch wiped her fucked or bloody cunt in the girl's face, often while pissing. Mess was mess and the main purpose of an outing was to get Joann messy.

Joann knew her parents were trolling from a very early age. Like I said, she was bright. She also knew they didn't want to discuss what they did, even while getting a goldfish fished out of her twat after riding with it for three hours. At home, day to day, they were as normal as could be with just a few exceptions. It was the monthly outings that were bizarre, and these were weekend affairs, over-nighters with numerous showers and dress changes, most often with perverts buying the room.

Joann never saw a dime of the money she earned, but anything found up her cunt was hers, though bills larger than a one had to go in her college fund. Her college fund had four hundred and twenty-five dollars in it. Only thirty percent was interest earned and all principle came out of her pussy. Mommy and Daddy did much better. One weekend haul was good for two hundred dollars after all expenses were paid including bus fare, and they always rode buses to and from, after trolling the station and surrounding area.

For a long bus ride, the parents took seats on the right side; the child sat alone in the left side window seat. Whatever pervert she attracted would always sit next to her on the aisle, going somewhere he hadn't planned on going until a doll walked by and flashed him a come hither smile and a shot of naked fanny. Once they had the pervert they wanted, they'd get in line for a ticket and the lucky guy or gal would find out where he or she was going. One in ten pervs were gals, and a perv gal was a real treat on a long bus ride, and if the bitch was on the rag, that was a real treat.

Guy or gal, Dottie sat in the aisle seat across from the perv, smiled warmly, then leaned over to say, "Would you mind checking to see if my daughter is wearing any panties? I'll warn you if anyone comes along."

After that ice breaker, the dress stayed up and only came down if Dottie gave the warning: "Cheezeit!"

They had quite a racket and Joann was very open and forthright about exposing it to the class. She was getting damned tired of playing games and wanted to get down to some serious child molesting, and not just two days out of each month. Seven years of half-assed molesting left her craving full-assed molesting. She wanted full penetration to orgasm in all holes, better beatings, more twat torture, tattoos, brands, piercings, and deeper cuts. She also wanted a bigger cut of the total take.

Toward that end, Joann told Gwen and Gloria all she knew about her meek and mousy masturbating mother who was always meek and mousy except when masturbating, and she masturbated all through a weekend outing.

Her mother's outing dress had side pocket slits but no pockets. She could masturbate while walking down a crowded street and her large purse was full of adult toys. She could be seen taking something from her pocket and putting it in her purse, or something from her purse and putting it in her pocket, but she always had at least one hand deep in her pocket unless she was in a safe place to raise the skirt and go at it au natural: an adult movie theater, an alley, a secluded park area, a motel room, a Greyhound bus, an express elevator, a utility closet, projection booth, a quiet bar with a no-see-no-tell policy, a nice home in a residential family neighborhood with the family still in it--any place where a child molester would want to molest a child with room for the parents to watch in relative safety.

When they arrived at such a place, Dottie would get comfortable, get her toys out, and fuck herself silly. Alfred just got comfortable and watched everything. He enforced the rules and drew all lines. He was not a big man but he packed a gun, not a big gun, but a gun is a gun and molesters respect any gun held by a child's father.

Joann didn't know very much about her Daddy. He always was rather cold and distant, quiet and reserved, playing his cards close to his chest, showing little affection for Joann or Dottie. He was not abusive or loving, he was just there and not all that much. She saw more of him on a weekend outing than she'd see in the whole month prior, and while on an outing, he never openly beat off but would get erections. He'd fondle himself through a pocket that wasn't really a pocket, and cum in a condom which he would then hand to Dottie and she'd put it in Joann's mouth. Other than that, he remained cool and aloof on an outing, like the designated driver at a company beer bust.

At home, he was the nasty one and Dottie played it cool when on rare occasions Alfred brought over someone who wanted to molest his daughter while Dottie fretted and fussed, playing the part of a good mother and obedient wife of a child molester that liked to share. At these times, he'd pull his dick out and jack off directly in Joann's mouth, but only after the guest. Alfred was a caring, sharing man and polite to his friends.

Judy's class continued examining sexual histories after letting Joann go with Gwen and Gloria for more interrogation. The more Gwen and Gloria learned about the Cummings, the easier they saw their task, until after the third hour of interrogations, it was no task at all. They had enough evidence on tape to get both parents sent away. All they had to do was call Dottie or Alfred and play tape segments. They'd both jump naked through hoops and put beasts on their little bitch. That, however, would be no fun, so they put their heads together with Joann's and thought about a way to break them and have fun. They let Joann express her desires, then worked out the details that would bring those desires about.

• Number one: Joann wanted to be screwed, sodomized, and fucked in the mouth by several well-hung adult men in front of both parents.

• Number two: she wanted both parents to thoroughly molest her on film in front of a large group of people, employing dildoes, whips, dogs, piss, shit, extreme binding, vulgar tattoos and twat tortures, with copies of the film to be mailed anonymously to both sets of grandparents with no explanation.

• Number three: she wanted her mother turned into a whore that anyone could fuck anytime they wanted to fuck her. She could never say no, not even to their dogs, not even on the street, and she wanted that to be common public knowledge.

• Number four: she wanted her father to be her sexual plaything with strict instructions that he could refuse nothing, with severe penalties if he ever did.

• Number five: she wanted to be in charge of all outings and get to keep all the money after expenses.

That's all she wanted, and the two women saw no problem. They went to work, began making calls, finding the necessary equipment, a suitable hall, dogs, a tattoo guy, movie camera, film, lighting, settings, ropes and pulleys, twat torture devices, etc., etc... 

By day's end, they had the school cafeteria reserved for Friday night with over eighty confirmed to attend and all the stuff they needed to put on a great performance, only the main performers still didn't know they had a date Friday night. Gloria said she'd handle that personally. After the performance, she'd also see that Joann got all of the other wishes on her wish list. Gwen was left to do the final setup and run the rehearsals with the cast of ten extras.

Gloria began making calls with a list she and Gwen prepared. Their "A" list numbered fourteen. After talking to all fourteen at length, describing Joann and her background, how they had their bases covered, and how they were protected, the list grew to over eighty with the likelihood of doubling by Friday night. Perverts and fans of perversion were coming out of the woodwork as each call recommended two more to call.

Once tapped into the high school in-crowd, the list swelled like a pregnant ten-year-old's belly. Gwen had Hal, Estelle and Ed Greyson, the Greyson's maid and their butler, Ginger Roberts, Sue Ellington, Richard White, Dick Groves, Spivy, Stella, the entire staff, all the parents of whores, the rape gang, all the cops, and the entire city maintenance crew. She had the mayor, the DA, and the head of Child Welfare, Roxanne Newbury, who volunteered to do all the twat torture because she knew how to do it without ruining the twat or leaving any evidence. She got the job.

At the end of the day, the two women looked at the list and Gloria said, "Fuck! Child molesting is now legal in this county and responsible parenting is a crime punishable by trial without jury. We even have all of the fucking clergy, their wives, and their god damn mistresses. Fuck!"

"No shit, Gloria. We can just pick the kid we want, do anything we want, then dare the parents to say or do anything about it. Who the fuck can they complain to? They can't even go to their fucking preacher."

"Gwen, we have to get this to Dick right away. The poor guy is sweating his balls off. If he sees this, he'll go grab him some young cherry pussy and fuck her on her teacher's desk with the class in session."

"There's still thirty minutes left. He needs it. Come on. I think he's still in his office."

Gwen and Gloria walked into Dick's office without knocking and caught him brooding with his dick in his hand. He started to shout a protest, but Gloria slapped her tablet on his desk and silenced that with, "Look at this list, Dick. These are just the people I talked to personally and explained everything to. They are all firm commitments and there's another list this long of people who these people vouch for and need to be contacted. So far, everyone I've talked to has jumped at the offer, pledges support, and promises to be here. The cafeteria will be standing room only, and we're only allowing adults. Most wanted to bring their fucking kids."

Dick studied both lists, then looked to Gwen and Gloria in amazement, saying, "This is fucking incredible. This is a who's who of county government. Christ, Roxanne Newbury?"

Gloria volunteered, "Yes, and she volunteered to do all the twat torture. She says she's a pro. Check out the list of clergy. Every church is represented, and we have six from Christ's Crusade. We even have the fucking Bishop of the Mormon Church. We have the Catholics. Father Bennington is bringing a nun."

"Fuck. What the hell am I worried about? I see you talked to Don Hightower. You explained everything, right? He knows this will be done on school property, right?"

"He knows, and he loves it. He gave me Estelle's number. She loves it. She had me call Hal at the high school. He loves it. He gave me a list of thirty names and promised thirty more that he would contact personally. Dick, molesting children is now legal."

Dick nodded his head and said, "It is in this county. Jesus, what the hell is going on? Did someone spike the city water supply? Are we all nuts?"

Gloria said, "Who cares. Everybody in this town is fucking horny--adults, kids, even the fucking dogs. Do you realize there is not one male dog in the pound and a large male of any breed, a mutt, is worth a hundred bucks. Have you seen the pets for sale classifieds? This is typical:

Large, well-endowed male so-and-so, affectionate and trained to please, great with children. $100 firm."

Gwen added, "The paper is full of them. There's a whole cottage industry sprung up almost over night. These people have cleaned out the pounds from as far away as Cedar Springs and Donnely. I checked. Dick, you should walk into a class and get you a virgin while there's still virgins to get. Fuck her right in the class. Have the teacher strip her and hold her, and if the teacher refuses, have her arrested. You'll have to hurry. The final bell rings in fifteen minutes."

"I knew you'd get carried away with this. I am not raping any kids in any classes, Gwen, so get that idea out of your horny mind. You know what this means, though? Jessica can return to the classroom and teach any way she wants. She'd like to and we need her credentials to look good on paper. Fuck, yes. Gwen, tell Mary Dickins we won't be needing her as a temp, and put Jessica on as the full-time teacher for that class."

"Good move. We'll have two Judys."

"Yes, and call John Pendergrast back. Tell him all's forgiven, his record is clear, and if he can't keep his dick out of the little girls, no sweat, we'll work around it. Where shall we put him?"

Gloria said, "Have Tanya Young replace a temp, and let John take Tonya's girl's gym class. Put him in charge of the girl's showers and locker room. It goes with the job."

Gwen excitedly said, "Oh, do it, Dick. Put the fox in charge of the hen house. Estelle will love it, and Don will love it if Estelle loves it."

"Fuck it. Why not? Release Ann Baxter, move Tonya to Ann's class, and tell John he's the girl's PE teacher. Tell him to run the locker room anyway he sees fit and we'll handle all parent complaints. Correction, you two will. I don't want to hear from or see any upset parents. Don't use threats or intimidation. Win them over to our way of doing things. Invite them down to witness John giving the girls a workout, and if they don't agree that giving the job to a child molester is in their daughter's best interest, then we'll talk about getting nasty."

"Aye aye, sir."

"You know, those two will get us back in compliance, or at least get the state off my back. Why didn't I think of this last Monday? It's fucking beautiful. I feel like I'm running a god damn baby harem."

The bell rang as Gwen said, "You are, Dick, and all that tight little pussy out there is yours for the taking. Right now, all that tight pussy is all walking away on sexy little legs."

"Go get me one, a little one, a blonde, and make sure she's a virgin."

Gwen said, "Aye Aye, Sir!" and whipped out a snappy salute, then she was off at a trot. Gloria was right behind her. Five minutes later, they dragged a frightened and confused little second grader into his office with her panties around her ankles. In less than a minute, they had her stripped naked and laid out on Dick's desk with Dick standing at her wide-spread crotch stroking his dick.

She stared at his dick, poking at the tight lips of her splayed crotch, then said, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you, and then these women get you, and then your Mommy and Daddy will have to come and get you, and they'll fuck you, too."

She looked at the dick denting her slit and said, "Oh... I'm not in any trouble, am I?"

"No, you're being kept after school for looking too cute and sexy to let go. Gwen, when I'm done, call her folks and tell them that. Now, sweetheart, are you ready?"

"I guess... ughh... ugh... UGH... ouch... OUCH! Oh, that hurts. UGH... ugh... ughhh. That's better. Ummm... ah... ugh. Are you gonna put it all in? UGH... ughhh... ah... ahhh. Wow, how'd you do that? That feels good, now. Ahhh... yes... I like it. Jenny was right. It only hurts a little bit."

Gloria said, "I can see we don't need to hold this slut down. Dick, you're a master cherry buster. You should start keeping count. How many is this, now?"

"Twelve, fourteen, who counts. I run a kiddie harem. I don't have time to count."

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After assisting in the little girl's rape, Gloria left the school headed for the Cummings residence for a surprise visit. She left right after the girl's daddy fucked her, and he fucked her right after she ate her mother to orgasm. If all parents were going to be as easy as they were, they had it made. They almost seemed grateful for having their kid broken in for them.

Dottie answered the door and admitted Gloria without knowing who she was or what she wanted. Alfred, reading the afternoon paper, didn't like her attitude as she wandered about, looking things over, so he set his paper down, got up and stood in Gloria's path. Gloria pushed him aside and kept casing the joint. She wandered down the hall with both on her heels, found the master bedroom, entered, stripped naked, and laid on the bed with her legs wide, stroking a finger through her wet pussy.

Dottie and Alfred looked down on the naked Amazon from the foot of their bed as though looking at some alien creature that just crashed through their roof and landed on the bed. They looked to each other several times, and then Alfred said, "Do you mind if I ask what you're doing here?"

"I'm masturbating."

"I see that, but why here?"

"I figured you had a bed."

Dottie, becoming amused, said, "Do you do this a lot, just walk into people's homes and start masturbating?"

"No, but you will from now on. I just wanted to show you how it's done and to see what it was like."

Alfred, getting annoyed, said, "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm the school nurse. I examined your daughter today. She has some very unusual scars on her twat, ass, and nipples, clear signs of long term and ongoing child abuse. I've been trained to get at the truth and spent three hours today getting the truth out of Joann. You two are very nasty parents, but I like very nasty parents."

Relief showed on both faces. They had a female perv. What a relief. Alfred smiled and said, "Then you'll love us."

"I like them because I can make them do anything. I can make nasty parents like you two eat shit right from a dead dog's ass." Alfred went to the dresser. Gloria calmly said, "If you point a gun at me, you'll fry. I am not the only one who knows, and the others know I'm here and why I'm here. If I don't return from here as pretty as I came, they'll send the cops to take you away."

Alfred shut the drawer and looked to Dottie, sharing a look that said, "We're fucked."

Gloria saw it and said, "Yes, you two are fucked. I own your asses, so get out of your clothes and amuse me. Dottie, you amuse my cunt; Al, you get to amuse my udders.

"I SAID AMUSE ME!"

They hurriedly undressed and began amusing Gloria.

"There, that's better. Now, here's the deal. I'm keeping Joann at my place until Friday when she'll be released back to you, but only after you perform with her for a select group of local child molestation fans. Put on a good performance, you get her back, fuck it up or don't show up and you won't need her back. By the time you get out of prison, you'll be great grandparents and Joann won't want you around them."

Alfred took the nipple from his mouth to say... who knows, because Gloria slapped the back of his head and knocked his mouth back on the nipple, saying, "You have nothing to say, so shut the fuck up and keep sucking. And, bitch, use more tongue action in my fuck hole and don't neglect my asshole. Now, where was I?

"Oh yes, the show. This has got to be the sexual molestation of a child to end all sexual molestations of a child. We want the works: fuckin', suckin', whippin', extreme bondage, twat torture, piss, shit, dogs, rings, tattoos, the works. Work her over good, and you can have what's left of her back for keeps. Be warned, though, if you can't impress over one hundred seasoned child molesters, if you get more thumbs down than up, the cops will take you away. They'll be there, the entire force, chief and all--a big fan, the chief.

"We'll have everything there that you'll need including helpers. I've prepared a list of acts we want featured. Be working on those, and get with the program coordinator, Gwen Adams, from the school. Coordinate your act with her so she can see that everything is ready and there. By the way, this will be done in the school cafeteria on Friday night, and we'd like you there at six for a dry run. And, Dottie, shave that rug you have between your legs.

"I think that about covers everything. I have to piss. Dottie, suck the piss out of me.

"I said suck the piss out of me, bitch!"

Dottie sucked the piss out of her, and man could that Amazon piss after chugging a six pack on a full bladder. She almost popped that little bitch. With the last dribbling drop in her belly, Dottie sank to the floor and rolled to her back, holding her ballooned belly while groaning.

Gloria shoved Alfred off her tit making a pop. She climbed off the bed and picked up her clothes, looked at the two, shook her head, and walked out. Alfred crawled on his knees to Dottie and said, "God damn, Dottie, did you swallow all that piss?"

"Unngh..."

"Jesus Christ, you look seven months pregnant."

"Ungmmm..."

Alfred took her by the hands and dragged her to the bathroom, propped her up to the toilet bowl, and just in time. Dottie projectile vomited over a gallon of piss and was trying to bring up another quart when the lid hit her on the back of the head and she busted her lip on the rim of the toilet bowl. This just wasn't her day. Earlier, she tore a nail doing the laundry. 


Sex Class--Days Four and Five


Thursday, day four, went over histories already given to clarify details and inconsistencies. Day four was a tying-up-the-loose-ends day with very little overt sex-play other than the five trips Dick made to select girls.

Friday was the first day devoted to sex and was mostly instructional, a real class on the subject, going over the mechanics of sex and reproduction using live models, of course. There were no virgins remaining by Friday afternoon, Dick having scored the last one by two that afternoon.

On Friday night, one hundred and ninety people packed the small school cafeteria, exceeding the fire code maximum by twenty. That was no problem as the fire marshal was there, but it was crowded and hard to see until someone got the bright idea to place the long tables along the walls and have those in back stand on them. This solved the problem and opened up some room to work and gave the camera crew room to move around.

What these one hundred and ninety people witnessed was the child molestation of the century. No child was ever more thoroughly molested and lived to tell about it. To list all the things they did to this little doll would bore you. Suffice it to say, nothing was done half-assed, and nothing was omitted. She was a mess from head to toe, bloody in the crotch, ringed and tattooed, and full of piss. As they wheeled her out to the waiting ambulance, Gloria stopped them to look in Joann's face. She was still there, barely.

"Well, kid, was it all you thought it would be?"

Joann cracked a weak smile and uttered, "Yeah, finally. I think I broke my leg like you said, both of them."

"It was just an expression, you know, like, do great, knock 'em dead, kill 'em tiger."

"Oh. Oh well, legs heal, too."

"Yeah, you'll be back in action in, oh, six months."

"Six months! I can't be laid up for six months. What about Judy's class? I can't miss that."

"Relax, I'll have them set that body cast with your legs in the splits with a big hole for your pussy. You won't miss anything, and I'll see that you're in class on Monday. How's that?"

"Sounds great! Thanks, Gloria. Tell Gwen thanks, too. And remember that other stuff. Mail the film. See that my mom gets fucked and my dad gets screwed."

[If you'd like to see how that film was received by both sets of grandparents, check out "Surprise!" but finish reading this before you follow the link, because you'll be taken back to the main story from there.]

"It's all taken care of. Chief Evans hauled them off to jail. They'll both get what you want while they're there. When you're ready for them, we'll let them out. The films will go out first thing in the morning. Okay, take her away, boys, and if anyone asks, she fell down."

The ambulance man said, "Fell down what, the Rockies into a vat of semen? Don't worry. She fell down. Kids are falling down left and right. It's a damn epidemic. Come on, Mark, pull."

As the cafeteria cleared, all exiting stopped when a man burst in and shouted, "Ed Greyson was shot at the game!"

Estelle had already departed. Everyone else just stopped and looked at each other.



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Surprise!


Harold and June Cummings received a strange package in the mail, and then they had to find a projector to view it on. Neighbors had a projector and they gathered along with the neighbors and their neighbors' kids to see what the film was about.

Four adults and five kids sat in stunned awe through thirty minutes of the raunchiest hard-core porn ever produced staring Harold and June's son, their son's wife, and their grandchild. When the film ran out on the feed roll and flap flap flapped on the intake roll, flicking raw light on the screen, still no one moved, talked--no one breathed.

Finally, the good neighbor pulled the plug and said, "Well, that was educational."

The man's wife got up and left the room, pale as a ghost. June was also pale. Harold was silent but not pale. He sat for a moment, then said, "Pete, could you run that again?"

June gave her husband a queer look, then looked into his lap and the queer look became an incredulous look. Pete looked at his kids. They appeared eager to see it again, eager for more education, so he rewound, rethreaded, and ran it again.

Pete's wife returned, thinking they'd be gone and was shocked to see the film being shown again and all five kids straining forward. She plopped down on the sofa, looking at those who were looking again at what they should have terminated after the first ten seconds when it became obvious they were watching a porn flick. Minutes later, she too stared mesmerized at the screen, catching details she'd missed the first time.

This time, when the film flapped, Pete said, "Again?"

Harold said, "Yeah, run it again." June said nothing. Pete's wife said nothing. The kids said, "Oh boy!" and they all watched it again. Harold got up from his chair and took a seat on the sofa. He slid down the sofa and sat by Pete's wife.

When the lights went out and the film got under way, he placed his hand high on her bare leg. Her leg stiffened at first, but then relaxed and pressed against his, so he slid his hand to her pussy.

Again she stiffened but did not block him or clamp her legs together. By passive acceptance, she permitted him free use of everything between her relaxing thighs. After a few minutes of this, her hand went under his belt line and slid to his dick. He massaged her pussy while she milked his erection, both confident that while the film ran, no one would look back.

The kids were lined up in a row in front of them with Pete sitting in a dining chair by the projector, centered on the screen right behind the middle kid with the sofa right behind him. June sat on the far left; Harold and Jane, on the far right. Pete was close but had his back to them as he half faced the projector and the screen.

June could see in the flickering light, but Jane reasoned that Harold knew that his wife could see them and wasn't concerned, so Jane boldly fondled his very impressive man muscle, excited by the fact that June did see, her husband could glance over and see, or any one of five kids could whip around and see where their mother's hand was and what it was doing.

They grew bold and daring as they got away with it and their assumptions about the movie's captivating effect proved correct. She took her panties off. He unzipped and extracted his dick. She got more daring and exposed her breasts. He sucked her nipples, then dared her to pull her dress up past her waist, throw her legs wide, and masturbate. She debated a few seconds, then did it. Eventually, she got over his cock and impaled herself, but only for a few bold humping strokes before getting cold feet and returning to her seat with the dress pulled down.

She got her courage back and turned her ass to him, hiking the skirt in back, presenting her sex like a bitch in heat. He turned and slipped her the dick, and they fucked this way through the last half of the film until both climaxed just seconds before the film ran out. Both were in their places looking as flushed and sweaty as everyone else when the lights came on, but no one else had a tit hanging out or a hard cock sticking out of an open fly.

When Pete turned to ask Harold if he wanted to run it again, he looked right at Harold's throbbing cock. Most eyes were on Jane's left tit. Harold knew her tit was sticking out all shiny with his slobber, but he didn't give a fuck. He hardly knew these people. She was so out of it, she still didn't know, her mind off in space. He placed his hand boldly on her leg and slid it up, squeezing, showing her husband and three of her five kids a naked crotch wet with semen as he said, "Yeah, Pete, run it again. I think your wife would like to see it, one more time."

She was aware, now, and should have covered her breast, pushed his hand out of her crotch, and pulled her dress down, but Pete had seen it and was rewinding film as though he didn't. The kids were still looking, all five now, but the damage was done. So when Harold placed her hand back on his rod, she squeezed and began pumping, the kids now watching their mother jacking off the older man.

June was looking, but looked amused, so Jane sat there pumping a dick with her wet boob hanging out, letting Harold play with her spermy pussy, even sitting still while he pushed her dress material higher, even when he unbuttoned her dress down the front to the belt where her skirt was now bunched, even when he exposed the other boob while Pete watched, even when he pushed out on her right knee and drew her left leg over his lap, making a nasty sight, a vulgar beaver, which he played with to amuse the children as Pete tried to thread film and watch at the same time.

When the lights finally went out and the film started, she was so hot and horny that she climbed right on and rode his cock, taking her dress completely off. The film could not compete with that, not the fourth time, and they were still fucking when the lights came back on. The kids were all sitting in a semi-circle at their feet, staring into a fucked crotch. Pete pulled the plug and spun around on his stool to face the adultery.

Jane basked unashamed in all the eyes as she fucked her pussy up and down the mighty shaft of Harold's cock. She was reclined against Harold's chest and had her legs wide, lifting her loins to ride the cock from the base to the tip while rubbing her clit as Harold held her by the jugs and rolled her long nipples between thumbs and fingers.

If Jane could have made this fuck any more vulgar or showed more of herself, she would have. They fucked in the bright lights, taking their time, enjoying a long, slow, messy fuck for several long minutes, then Jane rolled her head Pete's way and said, "Run it again, Pete."

Pete rewound and plugged the machine back in.

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In Arlington Texas, Ruth and Mat Fricker, Dottie's parents, took their unexpected film and put it on their own movie projector, got comfortable, and hit the switch. Ten seconds into the film, while watching their naked daughter violently tear the clothes off of their granddaughter in a sea of cheering people, Ruth and Mat sat bolt upright, then watched the next fifty seconds without taking a breath, then both slumped back as Dottie and Harold began beating Joann with belts, beating the naked child severely with Dottie striking the child between her legs.

The thirty minute film was edited segments of three hours cut to thirty minutes. Action cut to more action, each more bizarre than the previous, so there was no place to stop, talk, think, absorb. They just sat there like zombies, just as the Cummings had, and when it was over, they sat dumbfounded just as the others had.

They sat for a few minutes, then Mat hit the off switch, looked to Ruth and said, "The kids are in trouble, Ruth. They were forced to do that by those people getting a kick out of it. I think they used this as blackmail to get them to do something even worse and they refused. Those people carried out their threat and mailed the tape."

"I don't think so, Mat. I think Dottie is one of them. I think Dottie mailed us the film. Run it again, Mat, and keep your eyes on Dottie. Try to keep your eyes on her face, not her shaved pussy."

"Oh, so it's a pussy, now. I think this film got to you, Ruth."

Ruth said nothing as he turned his back on her and set about rewinding. She did place her right hand between her legs and squeezed hard, quenching a fire that needed a hard squeeze, then a good rub, then a fast rubbing before she smoothed her dress and took a deep breath as Mat returned and hit the switch.

Ruth said, "Now, look at Dottie's face when she gets a good direct hit on Joann's slit... THERE, did you see that? And there. Okay, now watch closely when Alfred lifts Joann's right leg to give Dottie a good target. Here it comes. Look at that, right in the slit. Another, dead center. Here comes a good one... AHH, damn, right dead on that child's clit... Oh God, she's whipping that child's pussy good, and Dottie is loving it."

"Ruth, am I supposed to be looking at Dottie's face or Joann's pussy?"

"Both. Look at the kid's cunt, then catch the facial expression on Dottie. OH, fuck... look at that girl squirm. That daughter of ours is flat tearing that pussy up."

Mat was looking at his wife squirm with a hand between her legs, and by the end of the film, that hand was inside her panties and she was slumped all the way to her back with her legs wide. When the film ended, he flipped off the projector and just looked at her, still stroking her slit inside the panties.

Ruth looked to Mat with passion glazed eyes. She was busted and didn't give a fuck. She said, "Dottie sent that film."

"Why? What does it mean?"

"It means that she hasn't changed one bit. She still likes to shock us and titillate us at the same time, only she's moved beyond masturbation."

"Well, I'm shocked and you're titillated, so it still works."

"Run it again, Mat, only get your cock out this time. I want to see you sit through this without getting a woody."

As he moved to rewind, he challenged, "I'll sit on my hands with my cock out if you'll sit on your hands with your pussy out."

"All right, but if you get a woody, you have to eat my pussy through the rest of the film."

"Ruth, you nasty woman."

"I may be a nasty woman, but you're a dirty old man."

"All right, you're on, woman. Get that pussy out."

"Matt, let's get naked."

"May as well, because if I don't get a hard-on, you're going to suck my cock all through the next one."

"Oh, Matt, you dirty old man. Would you actually make me suck your cock like some South Dallas street whore?"

"In a New York minute."

He hit the switch and took a seat beside Ruth, getting his hands under his ass, he said, "Ready?"

"I'm ready for you to suck my cunt. Look at your cock, cowboy."

"Damn!"



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Pleasure Squared


Marge went straight home from work and told Jerry everything, beginning with Hal's requirement that they turn their ten-year-old daughter over to him on demand to be used as a sex toy for the amusement of Hal and his friends. She also told Jerry about Hal's requirement that she work in the nude, about Samson the wonder chair, the six men she'd taken in her virgin ass (one being the incestuous coupling with their oldest boy, Barry), the two sessions with Pam (one was after Pam had sex with Ben), and of her resigning herself to give Hal everything he wanted, including her desire to offer him a house key so that he could have free access to his toy, something Hal had not requested but Marge felt would be a gesture of their willingness to cooperate.

Jerry was numb. His wife held nothing back, often lapsing into the crudest narration, offering the most vulgar details that were more to arouse herself than germane to the story. When the numbness wore off, his dick was hard. As soon as his dick got hard, he became number seven. The numbness returned when his dick went down. Another hard-on cured that as well. It was numbness, erection, numbness, erection, all night long, ending with erection in the morning and numbness when he saw his little Karen in a short red dress, innocently walking to the car beside her mother--an innocent lamb on the way to the slaughter, a virgin sacrifice to the god of bills, mortgages, and a brand new bass boat.

Marge hadn't had time to speak with Karen. The girl knew nothing other than she had to look pretty. In the car, Marge explained, as best she could, her working conditions and the importance of pleasing Hal. She tried not to frighten Karen, or be too crude, but clearly she numbed her mind as well. For several blocks, the pensive girl sat in silence. "Penny for your thoughts."

"Huh, oh, I don't know, Mom. This is so weird. Is Hal a crazy man?"

"No, sweetheart, he's not crazy, wild, evil-eyed, or anything like that. Actually, he's very nice and friendly, handsome even. He just has some strange ways about him, and everybody accepts that. If they didn't, they'd get fired and go hungry. No, you'll like Hal. He loves little girls like you, and he always makes them laugh and smile. He does things that make them feel good, and they always want to come back."

"But, how can you work with no clothes on, on that... that thing? Won't other people see you naked, and see you sitting on that... thing?"

"Yes, dear, but Mommy has no choice. My boss wants it that way. He does this to prove to everyone how powerful he is. I do everything he says as a sign that I accept his power to rule over me. I have to make money so we can live in a house and eat good food. You do like those things, don't you?"

"Yeah, but can't you work someplace where you can wear clothes?"

"Not here. There are no jobs for me here. We'd have to move far away, away from your friends. We'd have to put Skipper in the dog pound. Most places don't take pets, but if you really want me to quit, I suppose I could."

"No! No, don't quit, not if Skipper can't be with us. You can't quit, Mom."

Marge patted her girl's leg and said, "I won't, but I have to be nice to Hal and do whatever he says. We both do. Do you understand, now?"

"Yes. Mom... is he going to make me do things... nasty things?"

"He might, Karen. If he does, I can't help you. You know that, right?"

"Yeah, but what kind of nasty things will he do to me?"

"I don't know, but just think of Skipper and do what he wants, okay?"

Karen sat back with a determined expression and said, "Yes, I'll do it for Skipper. Whatever it is, I'll do it for Skipper. I hope it isn't too nasty, though. Skipper's a good dog, but he's not that good."

"He is so. You're just saying that because you're nervous."

In another car headed toward the high school, a similar conversation was taking place but quite different. Judy sat turned on the front seat to face her father. She sat unladylike, and Ben could see she wore no panties under the shortest dress she owned. She caught him looking several times but rather than adjust her immodest position, she slumped back against the car door making it worse--or better, depending on which internal voice he listened to. Ben had a hard time keeping the car between the lines.

"Mom tells me this guy you work for is a pervert."

"I suppose he is. Still, he pays the bills."

"So, what's he want with me?"

"I don't know. We'll have to wait and see. Whatever he wants, you must remember he controls our future. If I lose my job, we could go bankrupt, lose our home, our nice things, even this car."

"Don't worry, I'll be nice. I like this car." She rode quietly for a block, then said, "Mom says he likes sexy little girls. How do I look? Do I look sexy?"

Ben coughed and cleared his throat. He passed his eyes over her out-thrust chest and darted them to her exposed beaver, saying, "Yes, I think you could pass for sexy."

"Mom said it was a good idea not to wear panties, in case you're wondering."

"I hadn't noticed."

"Yes you did. You keep looking between my legs. You had to notice there's no panties. I'm not wearing a bra, either. I know I don't really need one, but I thought it would be sexier if he could see my nipples. Can you see them? They're right under here."

As she pointed out the obvious bumps with each index finger, he said, "Yes, I saw them before you pointed them out."

"Well, do they look sexy?"

He turned and she thrust her chest out, turning back and forth. "Yes, they look sexy."

She slumped back with a satisfied smile. She lifted her skirt to her navel, saying, "Mom shaved my vagina. I had hair growing there. I kinda liked it, but she said he'd probably like it better if I looked younger down there. Do I... look younger?" Ben took a deep breath, then looked over and said, "Yes, you do."

"Don't look at my face, silly. Look at my vagina." Ben looked at the lewd beaver she offered. The car drifted and ran on the shoulder of the road. Ben wrestled it back.

"Well, do I look younger?"

Sweat beaded on his brow. Ben's voice broke as he nodded and said, "Yes, you look two years younger."

"Perverts like them young, don't they?" Ben nodded. "I suppose I should act ten, then. Like I don't know what he wants."

"Do you... know what he wants?"

"Sure, Mom told me exactly what he wants. Don't you know?"

"No, not exactly, and I don't see how Ruth can know either."

"Maybe she just knows perverts better than you do."

"I'm sure she does."

"Dad, are you going to be there? Does he want you to watch? Mom says perverts like doing that, making the mom or dad watch what they do."

"Yes, I'll be there."

"That's kinky, huh? It'll be kinda neat though, you know, knowing you're watching everything. He'll be mad if you look away. That's what Mom said. I thought I should pass that along."

"Your mom has this all figured out, doesn't she?"

"Pretty much. Then you won't look away?"

"No."

"Even if he... does it to me."

"Judy, you've danced all around this issue, why not just say the word?"

"Okay. Will you look when he fucks me?"

"IF, Karen, IF... and yes, IF he does, I'll look."

"Oh, he'll fuck me all right. Mom says..."

"I don't want to hear any more about what Mom says. Mom isn't here. Mom barely knows Hal Peterson. Mom doesn't work for him; I do."

"Jeez! This really bugs you, doesn't it? If you're worried that I'll cry, or scream, or fight, I won't."

Ben pulled the car off the road and placed the gear shift in park. He turned to face Judy, trying hard not to let his eyes wander down to the provocative spread she still presented, having left her skirt up around her waist. This was made more difficult because she had one hand resting in her crotch, and that hand wasn't idle. Still, he refused to let his eyes drop, saying, "Judy, I want the truth. Are you a virgin?"

"No."

Like a kick in the solar plexus, his breath caught in mid-breathe. This caused his eyes to drop. Not really, but his eyes dropped anyway. What he saw didn't help him start breathing again. Judy was stroking her index finger through her very wet slit. His staring didn't stop her stroking. He tore his eyes away, clutched the steering wheel, looked at the road ahead and took a deep breath, saying, "How many?"

"How many what, men or fucks?"

He looked at her and said, "How many men?"

"Eight."

"How many times?"

"Not counting butt fucks or blow jobs?"

"Christ! No, just straight sex!"

"Just counting the times a man fucked my pussy and came in it, 'cause lots of times I get fucked but someone else gets the cum shot."

"Judy, just tell me how many times you had complete sexual intercourse."

"I'd have to guess, but I think eighty-two would be a good guess. I get a lot of repeats."

"Oh Jesus!"

"I'm sorry, Dad, but you asked for the truth."

"Yes, I did. Okay, so this is just another man to add to the count for you, isn't it?"

"I'm not really counting. Eight is easy to remember. That's not a lot, is it?"

"For a twelve-year-old girl, it's eight too many, and eighty-two is an awfully precise guess for someone not counting."

"I'm mature for my age, besides, Mom says..."

"I told you, I don't want to hear any more about what Mom says."

"All right. Am I grounded or something?"

"No."

"Are you going to spank me? You should, you know. You never spank me. I think that's why I let men fuck me, 'cause I know I won't get spanked."

"Is that so? Well, I have a good mind to spank you right here and now."

Judy's eyes opened wide. She flipped onto her hands and knees and scooted back to bring her bare ass within reach, saying, "Yes, spank my ass, Daddy. Make me be good. Make me stop letting the men fuck my pussy and my asshole. Make me stop sucking on their cocks, too."

Ben stared open-mouthed at the obscene spectacle she presented to his eyes. Her naked ass and pussy could not be more exposed. He saw everything, up close, in detail. He could even smell her lust. Ben passed his right arm under her belly, held her tightly, and delivered a series of slaps to her cute ass, turning the white cheeks red before his eyes. Far from distressing the girl, he saw that she was fingering her pussy. He slapped harder, but that only made her use two fingers. He slapped her until she came. She fell forward on the seat when he pulled his arm away.

Ben stared at her vulgar rear spread and at the fingers of both hands spreading and massaging her pussy. He shook his head, and said, "Now, let that be a lesson to you."

Judy rolled onto her back, placing her left foot on his shoulder, her right was in his lap exploring the dimensions of his erection. She was finger-fucking herself, saying, "Lesson number one, Daddy. That was only lesson number one. I'm going to need lots of lessons. I'm a very bad girl."

"Yes you are, and you're a nasty little girl, too. Okay, that was just the beginning. Now straighten up and act like a young lady. You have a date with number nine."

He reluctantly pushed her foot off his cock. She slowly sat up and said, "Yes, but I'll be fucking him for you. Will you punish me for this one, too?"

"No, this one's on the house. Don't sit like that, and stop playing with yourself. Someone might see and think we're raising a slut."

"Who cares what they think. Mom says... oops, I almost forgot."

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Both cars arrived at the same time, and they parked beside each other. The four met on the sidewalk. Marge ran her eyes over Judy and said, "She's growing up so fast. You sure look pretty today, Judy."

"Thanks. Are you bringing her to see the pervert, too?"

Marge and Ben exchanged uncomfortable looks. Ben shrugged. Marge said she was and introduced her to Karen. The two girls ran appraising eyes over each other, then Judy said, "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

Karen looked to her mother. Marge ushered everyone along. Once inside the office, Marge began taking off her clothes. Judy watched with a growing grin. Karen turned away, embarrassed. Judy said, "How come you're getting naked?"

"Because that's the way I have to work. Hal's orders."

"Aren't people going to see you?"

"Yes, but that's the breaks." When Marge stood naked, Karen began stealing peeks. Marge kept glancing toward the chair that neither girl had yet noticed. The first sight of the huge dong beckoned her and filled her with need. She went to it. Judy followed and exclaimed, "Far out! Are you going to put that in you? Do you have to sit on it?"

Marge watched Karen. The curiosity got the better of her and she inched over as her mother straddled the chair, saying, "Yes, it's Hal's orders."

"Neat, check this out, kid. You're mom's going to sit on that giant rubber dick."

Karen stood beside Judy. Marge waited until both had a clear view, then sat gradually. The cock was dry, so she had to bounce her way down. When she was fully seated, she blushed, more from arousal than embarrassment, but to Karen she looked properly embarrassed. Karen blushed with her and respectfully looked away, but only after seeing all there was to see. Marge said, "You two have to see Emily, our nurse. Go right through that door. Do what she says. She'll explain everything."

Ben and Marge watched the girls disappear into the aid room, then turned to face each other, both letting out long breaths. Marge said, "Pam was right about Judy, wasn't she?"

"Dead right. My daughter's a three holer."

"Mine is scared shitless. I hope Emily starts with Judy. Ben, you look like you could use a piece of ass to unwind. We have time to kill. Mine is always available to you, and there's no time like the present."

"You look content where you are. I hate to disturb you, but if you wouldn't mind, I think I'd like that." Marge smiled and eased up.

Emily surveyed both girls and decided to start with Karen. She lifted her to the exam table and said, "Okay, sweetheart. We'll start with you. You sure are a pretty little girl."

Karen blushed shyly and smiled. Emily explained, "First, I need to give you an exam, like at the doctor's office. Let's get these clothes off. Lift your arms, dear."

"Please, do I have to?"

"Yes, but don't worry, I'm a nurse, and we're all girls here. Come on. Arms up." Karen reluctantly raised her arms, and Emily lifted the dress off. She then removed her shoes and socks and told the girl to lie back along the long axis then lift her butt so she could remove the panties. Karen turned white and froze, covering her crotch. "Shy, are we? Look, suppose we all get naked? Will that be easier?" Emily turned to Judy, saying, "Will you take your clothes off with us?"

"Sure, I don't mind." Judy was naked in one pull of the dress over her head. She kicked off her heels while pulling off the dress. Emily smiled at her uninhibited pose. Emily removed her uniform and posed with her arms out, doing a turn in place. Karen's eyes roamed every curve and crevice on the mature woman's body. She liked the nurse's tits, arched up like ski jump ramps. The woman's pussy looked neat and clean, much smaller than her mother's but much bigger than her own. When Emily asked Karen to lie back. Karen did so and lifted her ass. With a tug and a pull, she was as naked as the others.

Emily began by laying her out flat on her back and rubbing a slippery cream all over her body. This was very relaxing, and Karen let her body go limp. All the tension and anxiety flowed from her body as the woman's hands roamed over tight unblemished skin at will. Judy joined in and Karen experienced the novel sensation of four hands on her body at once, though Judy's hands tended to work her ass and pelvic region and frequently touched places one girl shouldn't touch on another.

Karen was so relaxed that she didn't even tense up when all four hands were busy between her widely parted legs, nor when her pussy and anus seemed to be the focal point of the massage, nor when fingers slipped into her body through those two very private holes. When the two holes became the only point of the massage, and her legs were forced back into her armpits, she did give a groan or two.

Karen knew the two were doing nasty things to her body, but she just didn't care anymore. They weren't trying to hide their nastiness. They talked about her holes and were using all the worst nasty words. Karen didn't mind unless they stopped using their hands. She thought she should make things easier for them, so she held her own legs back, freeing up two more hands. They were pleased that she did this, and the nurse kissed her pussy--a long, sucking kiss to the clit that made Karen moan a long moan.

When the kiss ended, Karen was tempted to ask for another. The nurse's face hovered over her own, smiling with shiny lips. "Did you like that kiss, Karen?"

"Yes, it felt good."

Emily held up a white, plastic vibrator and turned it on. Running it over Karen's nipples, she said, "Sweetheart, this is a pussy massager. This will feel even better. I'll put it in easy, and you'll see. I need to get in a better position, so I'm going to get up on the table and lean over you, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess."

Karen watched the woman climb on then position her body so that her knees were outside Karen's shoulders. The naked nurse laid out over her so that they were lying in opposite directions. Karen could not help but notice that the woman's pussy was directly over her face. She wondered if the woman knew and felt badly about her stealing peeks. She'd never looked a pussy in the mouth before, and the one before her had a huge toothless mouth.

Karen knew grown-up pussies were covered in hair, but when she saw her mother's, it was as hairless as her own. Likewise, the pussy overhead was bald, but she could see the hair stubble and knew it had been shaved. Her mind drifted from the mesmerizing sight as hard plastic vibrating at 2,500 beats per minute sent a tingle from her head to her toes. She didn't mind the pain in the least, even the sharp pain that tore through her hymen. She soon felt the vibrator deep inside, deeper than she thought anything could go inside. It didn't stay deep. It went all the way in and came all the way out--repeatedly.

It went slow, at first, but then faster and faster. Karen's mind was a blur and she didn't notice the pussy getting closer and closer until it was too late to tell the nurse that she was slipping. The busy nurse would not have heard her anyway, because Karen had a face full of pussy. She didn't want to do anything that might disturb the nurse and cause her to stop the vibrator, so she held her head perfectly still. Thankfully, the pussy was moving around all over her face, pressing hard, mashing as it slid from chin to forehead; otherwise, she would not be able to breathe and would have to do something to let the woman know.

Karen decided she liked having the woman's pussy on her face. It felt nasty, warm, soft, wet, and gave off a musky scent that excited her. She prayed the woman wouldn't realize what her pussy was sliding on, but it seemed she was too absorbed in what she was doing to notice anything at the other end of her body.

Karen could taste the pussy, too. Juices from the inside were seeping into her mouth, because the pussy dragged her lips to-and-fro with each pass. Karen could have pressed her lips tightly shut, but she let her lips go slack because she wanted to see what the pussy tasted like. She liked the taste. It wasn't nice like sweet things are nice, but like something nasty that didn't taste bad. Slowly, so as not to alert the pussy's owner, she yawned her mouth open wide.

The juice poured in and Karen savored it, swishing it around in her mouth while swallowing bit by bit. When the flow slowed to a trickle, she eased her tongue out and let it ride in the slick groove from anus to clit, sinking in the two holes whenever they rode over her stiff tongue. Gradually, her confidence grew and she went after the juices by trying to stay with the pussy hole, running her tongue repeatedly over the inner surfaces of the nurse's moving cunt. Karen was tickled that she was getting away with it. The nurse had no idea, she thought.

Suddenly, the vibrator felt extra good and Karen could not get it deep enough. She pulled hard on her legs trying to get more, then screamed into the cunt when it felt like her head exploded. Every nerve in her body was screaming. Her pussy was screaming, then the feeling slowly faded and her entire body went limp as a wash rag.

Karen instantly regretted the scream, for it had to have tipped off the nurse. The pussy stopped moving, but did not move off, just remained stationary over her mouth. Karen expected to see the nurse's face in her face saying, "Oh, you nasty little girl. Shame on you. I'm going to report this to your parents." But it didn't lift off, and the nurse said nothing. She was poking the vibrator at her butthole. Perhaps she didn't know. Karen pulled hard on her legs to raise her butt up more, hoping to distract her further so she could go back to licking. She wanted to try licking the outside as well.

It worked, the nurse was pushing the plastic into her butt, and the pussy began moving again. Karen put half of her tongue inside, ran it slowly around the hole, then bravely pushed it all the way in. Still, the nurse said nothing and the vibrator was deep in her butthole. The vibrator did not feel as good as it had in her pussy, realizing why they called it a pussy massager and not an butthole massager. It hurt more and made her want to poop, but if it kept the nurse preoccupied, she could adjust to it.

When the nurse began moving it in and out like she did when it was in her pussy, Karen felt free to lick all she wanted. She even sucked on the nurse's clitty without disturbing her. At least, she thought it wasn't disturbing her until the nurse went crazy and started thrashing about as Karen had done when her head exploded. Karen thought she'd really get it now. What she got was a nurse sucking on her clit with the vibrator all the way up her butt. Seconds later, Karen's head exploded again.

When the smoke cleared from the explosion, Karen was confused. The nurse was licking her pussy the way Karen had been licking the nurse's: deep inside the hole. The nurse was trying to lick out her pussy juice. It must be all right to do, she reasoned. She also realized that there was no way the nurse hadn't felt what she was feeling. No one can lick a pussy without the owner being aware. Karen returned to licking and sucking and nibbling to her heart's content. This time, their heads exploded together.

The nurse climbed down with a smile and kissed Karen. She kissed with her tongue all the way in Karen's mouth. Karen thought the nurse wanted her to clean the pussy juice off her tongue, so she sucked it clean for her. When the nurse withdrew her tongue, Karen licked the wet areas of her face for her. When the nurse held her face for the licking, turning it from side to side, Karen knew she'd figured right and did a thorough job. The nurse stood with a smile and presented one sopping wet hand then the other for the service. Karen licked and sucked them clean.

Karen was a bit dismayed when Judy presented her fingers for cleaning. She was even more dismayed when she saw both dipping their just cleaned fingers in their pussies, presenting these to her repeatedly. Karen sucked whatever was placed to her lips without complaint. Emily said, "So, Marge's little girl is a first-class cunt sucker, a pussy hound. You like that nasty pussy cream, don't you? Here's some more for you."

Karen sucked on the three fingers the nurse had just pulled from deep in her cunt, then sucked each finger individually. When all were clean, Emily thanked her, then helped Karen to sit up. Judy said, "Is it my turn, now?"

"You were ready when you came in here. You don't need prepping and I'm wasted. Look, if you want, why don't you two do each other. I have another vibrator."

"Fine by me. Lie down, kid. I'll get on top."

Karen reclined without protest and Judy was quickly in place with her cunt pressed to Karen's mouth. Judy tasted different, not better or worse, just different. Emily handed Karen a vibrator and Karen copied Judy's actions with it. A minute later, they were fucking each other's assholes and sucking cunt like old lezzies. They both climaxed at the same time and collapsed. Emily drew the vibrators from their colons, then aided each into a sitting position.

Emily said, "Okay girls. Now, the fun begins. Judy, you already know about fucking. This is for Karen's benefit. Okay, Karen, you saw how much pleasure your pleasure holes can bring you, but you haven't felt anything yet. A real live cock is ten times better."

Judy said, "A hundred times better."

"All right, a hundred times better. A grown-up man's cock is better still, because they are bigger, they know how to use it better, and it shoots more sperm. The trouble is, most grown-up men don't like to fuck little girl's pussies. You girls are lucky, because Mr. Peterson isn't like that. He likes little girl's pussies best. If you let him know that you are dying to try it with a real grown-up cock, he'll let you try."

Judy said, "You'll flip, kid. Fucking is the ultimate, and fucking a man is the super ultimate. I know, I've fucked dozens of men. I've had cocks this big, [She held her hands eighteen inches apart. Judy would make a good fisherman.] clear in to the balls."

"Wow! [Karen would make a good fish.] That big?"

Emily said, "Judy would make a good fisherman. [See, I told you.] She's exaggerating by quite a bit, but you'd be surprised how much you can take. You could take half that right now. You almost did. So, what I'm saying is, go in there and have fun. That's what you're here for. Just be cute and sexy and try to show your pussy. Do what grown up ladies do. Get the men turned on, then ride their cocks for all its worth. Do whatever you have to do to get him to put his cock in your pussy. Rub your ass on his dick, pump it with your hands, suck on it, hell, stick your tongue up his ass. Believe me, try anything, but get that cock in your pussy. Once you get it in, you're home free."

Karen's eyes were wide with interest. She said, "Okay, I'll try."

Judy said, "Hey, don't you go hogging all the cock. I'm older, I should go first."

"That doesn't mean nothing. Hal's the boss. He decides who gets to go first."

"Girls, girls! Let's not fight about it. There will be plenty of cock for everybody. Hal's won't be the only cock. There will be three others that I know about. Each is good for three or four fucks, and they can always call in more. If Hal likes you, he can order men to fuck you."

Judy said, "That's right. My dad will be there. Hey, kid, you can fuck my dad."

"Why don't you fuck him? He's your dad."

"Who knows? Maybe I will. I might even come to your house and fuck every cock in it."

"I hope you do, because one belongs to my dog, Skippy, and it is this long. [You guessed it--eighteen inches.]

Emily touched Karen on the shoulder, interrupting their childish exchange. She gave Judy a sly wink then said, "Sweetheart, I know you're exaggerating, but I suppose you've played with Skippy's dick. Be honest. It's okay. All girls that have dogs with big dicks do it. You do it, don't you, Judy?"

"All the time. We have six Great Danes--all males."

"You do it, too, don't you, Karen?"

"Well, yeah, sometimes."

"I know you must have put it in your mouth."

"Sometimes."

"And you never let him fuck you?"

"No, but he tries."

"Honey, you must let Skippy fuck you. If you let him fuck you, he will love you more than ever. He'll think you are his mate."

"Really? Can people and dogs really fuck together?"

"Of course they can. You don't even have to sneak around about it. Hell, why do you think your folks got you a male dog with a big dick? It's like training wheels for your bike. They got the dog for you to practice sex with. A dog can't get you pregnant. They're probably wondering why you won't practice with him. If you like Skippy, take my advice and make sure they catch you two sucking and fucking, often; otherwise, Skippy will turn up missing, and they'll get another one for you."

Judy offered, "That's right. They'll have him shot. A dog that won't fuck a girl is worthless. They can't pay people to take them."

"No, they wouldn't. They know I love Skippy. I'll just tell them not to."

Emily said, "You don't understand. This isn't something parents like to talk about. It's just something they all do. It's like masturbation. Everybody does it. It's perfectly natural and acceptable, but no one can openly admit they do it, and it just isn't something we talk about. It's the same thing with girls and male dogs. They are only looking out for your best interests. If Skippy can't or won't perform, they'll have to try another one. Girls need a dog they can practice on so they can be a good wife."

Judy said, "Man, I can't believe you're ten-years-old and you never even fucked a dog. It's a good thing we got you straightened out. Lucky for Skippy anyway."

"Now I know what happened to Dutch. He was the dog we had before Skippy. Oh, poor Dutch. Why didn't anybody tell me? He was always trying, but I wouldn't even let him do it on my leg."

"Now, now, don't cry. There's still time to save Skippy. Just make sure they catch you, and often, once a day at least."

"I will, I really will, twice a day, maybe more. Skippy always wants to do it."

Judy said, "And don't forget, they need to see that his dick is actually in your pussy. You don't want them thinking that you're just playacting."

"How do I do that?"

"Well, first, you need to be all the way naked. That way clothes don't hide anything. Then, the best way is to lie on your back with your legs out as wide as you can get them. An ottoman is good for that with most dogs. If he's bigger, you might use a coffee table or a chair. Put his front paws on your tits, that way they can see his dick going in and out of your pussy."

Emily added, "They won't be able to tell if he came in you, so after he finishes, you need to make sure they see the dog's cum leaking out of your hole. Don't be in any hurry to clean up. Stay naked, shoot lots of wide beavers, and let the cum run. They won't mind the mess if they know you and Skippy are doing it right. Oh, and don't forget to suck his cock before and after he fucks you. That's very important. They'll be looking to see if Skippy does everything right. Some dogs won't permit before and after sucking."

Judy said, "She's right. I lost two Great Danes because they wouldn't let me suck on their cocks afterward. With my Great Danes I use the dining table. I make sure my parents see their big cocks all the way inside my pussy. I love all my Danes, and I'd hate to lose even one."

"Thanks, Judy. Skippy likes when I suck on his thing, so I think he'll like it before and after. We have an ottoman and it should be perfect. I can show them my pussy while I suck on it afterwards. I'll just turn their way and stay on the ottoman."

Emily said, "I think you and Skippy will do fine, Karen. Your parents have to act shocked, so expect it. Sometimes they try to stop it. That's just for show. Just keep going back and getting caught. It lets them off the hook, like it's all your doing, and they can't stop it. It's all part of the game. Again, it's just like with masturbation. If your parents caught you playing with your pussy, they'd throw a fit, right?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"If they keep on catching you, they'd eventually stop making a big deal out of it, right?"

"I don't know. I suppose."

"It's the same thing with a sex practice dog. It's just another one of the games people play. You'll see; just keep at it."

Karen said, "The hard part is going to be finding a time when my parents are home but my brothers aren't. I don't think I could do that if they might walk in and catch me. Besides, they'd blab it all over."

Emily said, "No, Karen, your brothers need to see, and no brother wants anyone to know that their sister is fucking and sucking their dog. It just isn't done. Again, it's just like masturbation. Your parents will want the boys to watch, because that's how boys learn how to do the man's part, by watching how the dog does it. That's another reason why your parents have to get you a dog that will do it right. It's not just for you; it is for them, too."

"That's going to be so embarrassing. I hope they know they're not supposed to tell anyone."

"If they don't, your father will take them aside after they've seen it and explain the deal to them. Don't ever be embarrassed or shy around your family. Being the only daughter, your role in the family is critical. You have a responsibility to your brothers as well as to Skippy. We've wasted enough time. I'm sure they're waiting on you girls. Just slip the dresses on. Leave the rest in here."

Karen was the last to get her dress on. Emily stood back and shook her head, "No, that dress is much too long, Karen. I'll have to trim the hem. Hold still."

Karen held still as Emily took scissors and cut away all but three inches of the skirt below the waistline. She stood back and said, "There, that's better. They need to see what you have to offer."

Karen looked down and said, "It doesn't even cover my pussy."

"That's the idea. You don't want it hidden."

Judy said, "Do mine like that, too."

"Very well. Hold still."

Emily led the two girls to Hal's office. When they entered, everyone stood. Emily left them with six naked adults: Hal, Marge, Ben, Richard Wright, Jim Groves, and Dick Spivy. Marge and Ben hung back as the other four moved in on the girls from four sides. The girls stood back to back--one smiling, one trying to smile. When Richard's cock got within arm's reach of Judy, she reached for it and dropped to her knees. She reached for Spivy's cock and brought both to her mouth, sucking one, then the other.

Karen stood stock-still even when both cocks were touching her. She looked behind her to see what Judy was doing, then grabbed both cocks and knelt. Marge leaned in to Ben and whispered, "I don't believe it. What an amazing transformation."

"Oddly, I can't say the same for Judy. I'm not surprised in the least. She's a whore, just like her mother, maybe worse."

"Worse? I was thinking better. She's very good."

"Yeah, well your Karen catches on pretty fast. Where the hell did she learn to deep-throat a cock like that?"

"God, I don't believe it. She really likes sucking those cocks. There's no shyness left in that kid. All that worry for nothing. I guess I have my own little whore to play with, now. The girl is a natural born whore, and I couldn't be happier that I found out sooner rather than later. I want you to fuck her, Ben. I want everyone to fuck her. Come on, let's join the party."

Marge got her wish. At one time, during this private party, Karen had one cock in her pussy, one in her ass, one deep down her throat, and was clutching two more, one in each hand. She was water tight and hanging on for dear life.

Marge also had the obscene pleasure in assisting with the virgin penetration by Hal after removing Karen's dress. As she knelt before a naked man with a raging hard-on and held her naked daughter, cradled in her arms like a baby, Karen began suckling her breast. It was a nostalgic moment except that Karen, as a baby, never laid in her arms with her legs open and drawn back. That, and the fact that Marge never rocked her pussy on an eight-inch penis while nibbling on her baby clit, pausing frequently to lick at the cock sliding in and out of her little pussy. Plus, she could never recall having nursed Karen with sperm on her nipples. Other than that, it was nostalgic.

Karen never saw anything nostalgic in what they were doing. It was just another funny thing adults did, something else that confused her. Why the men were standing around them, pumping their cocks and squirting their man juice on the tit she was sucking on, was a puzzle, but not a difficult one. Sometimes, just doing a nasty thing was its own justification. Nasty things just felt good because they were nasty. In her mind, that explained most of the adult behavior she found confusing. She was happy to be a part of it; happier still, because she was the center of attention, and Judy had to take what she could get.

Judy threw such a fit because she wasn't getting her fair share of cocks. Hal got upset with her and ordered Ben to haul her ass down to the maintenance room and remain with her there until school let out. Ben was pretty upset with Judy, mostly because she embarrassed him. He had to carry his naked, sperm-leaking daughter through the school to the men in the maintenance room, then stand by and watch as they used every opening in her body. After school, he had to carry her to the car. This time, it wasn't that Hal ordered it--Judy couldn't walk.

Marge took Karen home at noon. She had to be carried also. Marge laid her exhausted daughter on the front seat with one leg in her lap and the other on the floor. She wanted her this way, because she couldn't get enough of the sight of Karen's abused and spermy nether regions. She glanced down constantly and all during red lights. Karen wasn't in a talking mood. She was lethargic, smiling at her own thoughts. Marge smiled at her own thoughts, and the car ran on in silence.

Jerry was home for lunch, so Marge left Karen in the car and entered the house. Jerry looked up from his TV dinner. "Jerry, Karen is in the front seat. I don't have the strength to lift her. Would you mind?"

Concern etched Jerry's brow as he stood. "Is she all right?"

"She's fine, just beat. No, not beaten, beat, just tired. Jerry... she's naked, so don't go freaking out."

Jerry hurried to the car, then froze on seeing Karen. When he opened the passenger door, her head lolled back off the seat. She opened her eyes, recognized her father, and smiled. Jerry gathered her up and carried her inside. He had to adjust his grip, as her whole backside was slippery. He glanced into her crotch and said, "Jesus!"

Karen saw where he looked, heard what he said, smiled, and said, "Jesus better not be down there, Daddy, or he's been drowned."

Karen amazed him. She had a sense of humor after what had to be a most traumatic event for her. She had to be in shock, he thought, otherwise she'd try to cover herself, and she'd never let her legs fall open if she were in her right mind. He figured she was too sore to close her legs, so he shifted his right arm higher up her lower back. The left cradled her head. Just as he figured, her legs opened wider. Poor thing.

As he fumbled with the door knob, her upper body slipped out. He quickly grabbed her by the hips with both hands. They entered the house with her upside-down, facing his chest, her crotch under his chin, legs in the splits. Jerry had a stupid, I'm-innocent look on his face as Marge stepped over to meet them, saying, "Well, that is a novel way to carry a naked girl. Were you thinking about dessert, Jerry? I see Karen is having hers."

Karen giggled throughout this ordeal. She was in a giddy mood anyway, and when she went inverted and found her face in a crotch that hid another hard organ, she naturally went for it with both hands. Jerry didn't take ten steps inside before Karen had his cock out and in her mouth.

Jerry was flustered to say the least. One part said, "Quick, hand her to her mother." Another part, lower down, said, "If you hand this cock-sucking bitch off, I'll go to sleep on you the next time you need me." Jerry normally listened to his dick anyway, but this was his little girl it was calling a cock-sucking bitch. Jerry remained flustered, but remained flustered while holding the cock-sucking bitch.

Marge smiled and moved closer. She said, "Relax and enjoy. After what she's been through, a little incest won't hurt her. Besides, she does love the weenie, and she's nuts about the sauce. I'll just sit here and watch, if you don't mind."

Jerry couldn't respond. He'd never had a deep-throat cock-sucking, and Karen was doing it the way he thought it should be done--fast, deep, and with lots of throat action and suction. After thirty seconds of this, he couldn't put her down if she were on fire. Jerry thought things couldn't get any more bizarre, but then he felt a dog's cold nose pressing on his balls followed by a warm wet tongue lapping at his cock and Karen's mouth.

Marge found this quite amusing and held back her instinctive reaction to pull Skippy out of people's crotches. She hated that nasty habit he had except when the two of them were alone in the house. At those times, she took off her panties, rubbed peanut butter in and over her cunt and reinforced the habit. Jerry didn't seem to mind after the initial shock, so Marge watched. The dog's tongue must have helped, because seconds after he began licking, Jerry began sinking to his knees, quivering like a poodle trying to pass a peach pit. "Oh God!" he cried.

Skippy jumped up placing his paws on the insides of Karen's thighs and began lapping at the rich harvest of messy stuff he found between her legs. Jerry, having partially regained his senses, said, "Marge, get this stupid mutt out of there."

"No, let him clean her. It's not hurting anything. I'm sure Karen finds his tongue more pleasant than a wet wash rag." Marge looked down to get confirmation from her daughter and saw Karen's mouth slip over the pink shaft of Skippy's cock. The sight made her gasp. Seconds later, Karen's lips were over the furry sheath with nine inches of dog cock down her throat. Marge eased off the sofa and approached Jerry from behind, leaning to whisper in his ear. "Jerry, don't react, but Karen is sucking on Skippy's dick. She has it all the way down her throat."

Skippy had stopped licking and had his blank-eyed, tongue-hanging mug smiling in Jerry's face. One look at the dog told him that Marge was telling the truth. He turned to whisper back, "What do we do?"

"Return the favor; he didn't stop you."

"God damnit, Marge, this our daughter."

"She wasn't our daughter when it was your dick in her gullet?"

Jerry didn't have a good comeback for that one, so he remained silent, taking a good look at the spread his daughter laid before him. With her legs still held in the splits, it was all there right below his eyes, and most of the mess had been cleared away. The only thing to mar the vision and prevent him from taking a tongue dip was all the dog slobber falling on the little pink beaver. Damn dog!

Skippy was taking longer than Jerry had, and Jerry was running late. He had to get back to the plant. He felt like encouraging his daughter to suck harder, but decided against it. They were still pretending they didn't notice, as ridiculous as that seemed. Karen certainly wasn't trying to hide the fact. She made so much noise sucking the dog, the neighbors should know there was a little girl sucking off a dog next door.

Finally, the dog shot his load in Karen's mouth, licked Jerry in the face, and climbed off. Jerry let Karen slide to the floor, then stood over her, looking at her with a mixture of awe and revulsion. She had an open mouth full of dog cum and was swirling it with her tongue, pushing some from her lips to cascaded down both cheeks. He watched her swallow the rest and then lick her lips.

Marge was simply awed, and helped Karen to her feet. She swatted her fanny and said, "You go hop in the shower, you little cock sucker."

Karen scampered off, hoping she'd stayed an execution. Jerry gathered his things. When Karen was out of the room, he said, "That didn't bother you one bit, did it?"

"Nope. Did you see her smile when I called her a little cock sucker? You should see her smile when I call her a little whore. That's what she is, you know--a cock-sucking little whore, our cock-sucking little whore.

"Don't you mean Hal's cock-sucking little whore?"

"She is that, but we get her when he's not using her."

"I have to go. We need to talk more about this."

"All right, but you fuck her first, and then we'll talk. Think about this, though. If she'll suck the dog in front of us, then she'll fuck him in front of us. Think about that. I know that will keep lead in your pencil all afternoon. You can finally see your favorite fantasy fulfilled right in the comfort of your own home. Go on, she's not up to it right now. Maybe by the time you get back, she will be. I'll prime that pump. Afterward, we'll talk."

Jerry was thinking all the way out the door, on the drive to the plant, all afternoon, in fact. On the ride home, Jerry thought about that cute cock-sucking little whore he had waiting back home.

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Ben and Judy hardly said a word on their trip home. All the spunk and nasty had been fucked out of Judy. She'd been gang banged by nine men in the maintenance room over a five hour period. She was curled on the front seat in a fetal ball with a sheet thrown over her. Ben was still angry with her and half way home he felt the urge to rub it in, saying, "So, what's your count now?"

Without pausing to mentally add, she said, "Twenty-two counting you."

"I thought you weren't counting."

"Twenty-two is an easy number to remember. Don't you want to know how many fucks?"

"Okay, how many?"

"A hundred and three. The three thanks to you."

"Is that resentment I hear? You sure acted like you wanted all three."

"I'm sorry. I did. I'm just upset because you're acting all mad. You're the one that wanted me to come here. You knew what they wanted all along. I don't see why you got pissed off at me. You didn't act that way toward that little whore, Karen."

"Karen didn't act like a spoiled brat. Karen didn't piss Hal off. The whole idea was for you to make Hal happy. That's why I brought you. We'll be damn lucky if he doesn't fire me."

"I'm sorry, but he wouldn't pay any attention to me. All he cared about was Karen, Karen, Karen. What's so special about Karen, anyway? She doesn't even have any tits."

"Judy, Karen was special because she was truly innocent and remained innocent throughout. Even after screwing everybody several times over in every hole, she still had that childlike innocence. I don't know how she does it, but she has it. You walked in looking like a seasoned whore, and left looking like a well-fucked seasoned whore."

"I can't help it. That's what I am."

"I understand, and it's not your fault, but you are wise way beyond your years. We both know whose fault that is."

"Yeah, well I like what Mom did. At least she pays attention to me. She shares her lovers with me and lets them spank me."

Ben winced at Judy's reference to his wife's lovers. Judy caught this and added, "Oh, come on, Daddy. You know very well Mom has lovers, lots of lovers. She's a whore and she'll freely admit it to you if you ever pull your head out of the sand and ask."

"I'd rather not know."

"Fine, then live with the consequences. Your daughter is a seasoned whore at the age of twelve, wise way beyond her years, all because you don't want to know. If you need an innocent, titless little virgin to keep your job, you're fucked."

Judy finally penetrated his anger. Warmth filled his heart for his precious Judy. He reached over and rested his hand lovingly on her hip and said, "I think I prefer a seasoned whore with tits--wise way beyond her years."

Judy got up on one elbow to look into her father's eyes, then sat up and scooted close, saying, "Do you mean that, Daddy?"

"Yes, sweetheart. I really do mean that. I want you any way you are, just as you are, or whatever you become."

Judy threw her arms around his neck and squeezed so hard it hurt. Tears poured from her eyes as she said, "Daddy, I love you. I love you. I love you so, so much! More than like a daughter loves her Daddy. Daddy, I'm in love with you."

These words hit Ben's heart like a nuclear reactor meltdown. He had to pull over on a busy street and park. He took Judy's face in his hands, looked deep in her tear-filled eyes and said, "Sweetheart, I've been in love with you from the day you were born. And I'm not talking about a father's love for his only child. I am totally in love with you. I always have been, and always will be."

"Please, Daddy, don't say these things to make me feel better. Don't ever say that if you don't mean it, because I was serious. I have never loved any man or boy but you, never. Not even in my dreams or fantasies. It's always been you and me forever. If you're just saying this, I'll die."

"Honey, look into my eyes. Look hard. I meant every single word from the deepest depths of my heart."

It was Judy's turn to experience a total meltdown. She clung to her father and hugged him hard, trembling as he tried to hold her as hard. She softly said, "Daddy, please make love to me. That's all I ever wanted. Let's do it here, or in the middle of the road, or on the Courthouse Square. If you don't make love to me right now, I'll die."

Ben broke their embrace. He stroked her face and said, "That's all I ever wanted, too, but we won't do it here. We're getting the finest room the hotel has, damn the looks, damn the gossip, damn your mother, and we're going to make love till our brains fall out."

She smiled and wiped her tears away, saying, "Okay, since you put it that way, I guess I can wait a few more minutes. Drive fast, though, because I'm so horny I might mount the desk clerk."

Ben put the car in gear and squealed tires pulling onto the roadway. Judy laughed and said, "You know, Daddy, I'll still be a whore after we make-love our brains out."

"Sweetheart, I lived with a whore I didn't love for seventeen years. Living with one I'm in love with will be a cinch."

"Then you won't be mad or hurt if I still fuck other men?"

"No, not at all. If it brings you pleasure, that makes me happy."

"You know, that's why I fell in love with you. I knew you'd be that way. This is fantastic. Daddy, do you know what I want to be when I grow up?"

"A dancer?"

"No, your wife."

Ben smiled and said, "Just tell me when you're grown up."

"Are you serious? Will you divorce Mom and marry me?"

"Yes, but we'll have to wait a few years. Your tits will have to be much bigger. It's the law. Fathers can only marry daughters who have big tits."

Judy laughed and punched his arm, saying, "No, seriously. I know we have to wait till I'm eighteen, but can we get married, legally married?"

"Actually, we can do it when you're sixteen, but we'll have to get you some phony papers that hide the fact that we're father and daughter. That isn't hard, and we can even fake your age, so if you fill out fast and look older than you are, we might try it at fourteen or fifteen. Where there's a will there's a way, kitten."

"Oh God, I'm so excited. Maybe in two years we'll be man and wife? I'm going to start doing breast exercises and drinking a lot of milk. Mom won't mind getting divorced so you and I can get married. I told her how much I loved you. I even told her I dream about us getting married. She thinks it's cool. She won't mind if we sleep together and pretend we're married now. She'd like a bedroom to herself."

"Are you serious? Ruth would allow that?"

"She really will. You'll see. We could just go home and make love. We can even use your bed. She can get a date by picking up the phone. She won't need the bed. Let them get a hotel room."

Ben thought about her advice, then made a U-turn. "By god, you're right. Let some other sap buy a room. I want to make love to my wife in my own god damn bed."

Judy snuggled up close and cooed, "Oh, I love hearing you refer to me as your wife. Don't use those lovey-dovey terms of endearment, just call me wife. Come here, wife, I want to fuck your brains out. We don't always need to make love, you know."

"I know, wife. You learn those things when you marry a whore."

"Oh, yes, and that's the other term I can't hear enough from you. I love hearing you call me a whore. It's like each time you say it is a reminder. Calling me a whore lets me know that you haven't forgotten."

"Don't worry, I won't ever forget. Besides, I'm sure you'll keep reminding me by your actions."

"You better believe it, buster. If you think Mom is a whore, you ain't seen nothin' yet. You've seen what I can do, and I'm only twelve and a half years old. Wait till my tits get big. I'll fuck and suck a pack of dogs on Main Street during the Fourth of July parade."

"Well, let's work on those tits. Our parades need something like that. Just don't lie down in any horse shit when you go to suck their dicks. That would be disgusting."

"Daddy, I love you."

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Marge helped Karen dry herself after her shower, then the two went to sit on Karen's bed for a chat. Karen didn't bother to dress, so Marge patted her on the pussy and said, "I guess we're all over our shyness, aren't we?"

"What's there to be shy about? Boy, you sure aren't shy. How many people saw you naked today?"

"Quite a few considering I only worked half a day and most of that was in Hal's office watching you get screwed silly."

"How many do you suppose?"

"First time seeing me--about thirty, thirty five. I'll work a full day on Monday with no distractions like watching my daughter do an act that would make a whore blush. I'll say over a hundred. Who knows, he might send me on errands in the school. The numbers will soar if I have to leave that office. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"I don't know, it's kind of neat, but I wouldn't want to be in your shoes."

"I can't even wear shoes."

"Well, you know."

"Karen, that was a nice thing you did for Skipper, sucking his dick, too."

"I didn't think you'd want to talk about it."

"Sure, why not talk about it. We'd like to see you do that more often."

"Wow, Emily sure had you wrong."

"Emily? What does Emily have to do with this? Wait, did Emily put you up to sucking Skippy?"

"She didn't put me up to it. All she did was explain about sex practice dogs."

"Sex practice dogs?"

"Yeah, you know. Dogs for a girl to practice sex with."

"Oh, I see. Well that's Emily. She takes her job seriously. Why don't you relax, take a nap if you want. I have a few things to straighten up, some things to wash. I'll check on you later, okay?"

"Sure, Mom. A nap does sound good. Would you let Skippy in my room. He usually wants to fuck me after I suck him, and then I'll need to suck him off afterwards. He likes a suck before and after a fuck. He's a great sex practice dog."

Marge led Skippy into Karen's room. She started to close the door, but Karen wanted it left open. Marge couldn't wait to get to a phone.

She called the aid office at school and Emily picked up. "What the hell is a sex practice dog? What kind of crap did you feed my kid?"

"Uh oh. That was quick. What did she do?"

"She sucked off our golden lab right in front of me and Jerry, that's what she did. Her actions had Emily written all over them. Okay, what did you sell her?"

"It was just a joke, but she was buying into it so heavy. Well, it just got deeper and deeper, and then I had Ben's slut daughter backing up everything I said, adding her two bits. So she actually sucked the dog off, huh? I guess she really bought that crap."

Marge wanted to know what crap was purchased. Emily recreated the conversation, almost verbatim. When Marge had the whole story she had to laugh, then she had to thank Emily. "Emily, Karen bought that story."

"Yes, I know, so?"

"So why not leave things as they are? Hell, if she sees me and Jerry going along with everything you said, she'll buy in deeper. She'll have a sex practice dog. Lucky girl, huh?"

"Lucky mom and dad. I wouldn't mind seeing that on a regular basis myself. I should warn you. I told Hal what we did. He thought it was hilarious. I'm sure he'll bring it up on Monday if he doesn't call you sooner. He is quite smitten with Karen. If you don't want her doing doggie acts, you might want to nip this in the bud right now. I'll forget about the blow job, but if you tell me she's screwing the dog regularly, I can't keep that in."

"Thanks Emily, but I kind of like the idea. It's so scandalous. People seem to be big on that shit. Ever since those stories came out about Cindy Greyson and the Roberts girls fucking those Dobermans, that's all people talk about. I can just hear it now: 'Did you hear the news about Marge? She had to turn her little ten-year-old daughter into a real bitch. She takes her around and has to put on shows. Poor Marge.'"

"Yeah, right, poor Marge. You know me; I'm all for it. So, do you want me to tell Hal about the blow job and grease the skids for you?"

"Yes, I think I do. What the fuck, we're all on a slippery slide to hell anyway. We might as well get in all the fun we can get while it lasts."

"That's my motto. I have to go. I have a young man on my table with a groin injury and he's waiting for the nurse to kiss it and make it better. You'd be amazed at the number of groin injuries we get here. It's a fucking epidemic."

"I understand you have a miracle cure for menstrual cramps too."

"I do, but the crampee has to be a little cutie pie, and she has to cure mine before I'll cure hers."

"Did Karen cure your cramps for you?"

"Like a champ. Did you two get it on in there?"

"I did a little clit nibbling and licking, but she was too occupied with cock to cure my cramps. Now that I know she has the cure, I think I feel a cramp coming on right now."

"Go sit on her face. I'm gone. Bye."

Marge hung up the phone, smiled, and ran a finger through her wet slit, thinking, "Yes, Mommy is going to get lots of cramps."

Marge made her way down the hall to Karen's room, making sure her approach was heard. She emerged into the open doorway just in time to see Karen hauling Skippy up between her widely-held legs. She was on her bed with her ass at the edge, looking to the doorway. When she saw her mother, she reached between her legs, found Skippy's cock, and guided it into her pussy.

Marge felt a huge rush sweep over her. She moved forward and sat on the floor, placing Karen's left leg over her shoulder. Her face was level and close to the pink shaft of Skippy's dick and her daughter's equally pink and receptive vaginal opening. Marge cupped her right hand under the shaft, feeling the point of entry. She smiled at the look of pure bliss mixed with slight discomfort showing on Karen's face. Marge could feel the hard knot that swelled just inside Karen's twat.

Marge was amazed at the size of Skippy's erection. She'd seen it many times, hanging four to six inches outside his sheath, but never fully out and swollen thick in the middle. The cock was designed to lock inside a bitch dog, but Karen's stretched and elastic human pussy rode over the pear-sized swelling. She controlled the penetration by planting her right foot on the floor and using her mother's shoulder under the back of her left leg, pumping her pelvis the full length of the shaft for her mother's benefit.

Marge watched nine inches of naked, pointed dog cock slide out to the tip and in so deep that Karen's pussy shoved the sheath back three more inches in her effort to capture as much as possible. Even the sheath pressed into her opening and her pussy lips kissed the dog's balls as Marge pressed them forward for the in-stroke. Marge estimated that twelve inches of pumping dog cock was inside her daughter when lips touched balls. Marge didn't know where Karen put it all, but could see she fought to get even more, seemingly trying to gobble up the balls as well.

Skippy was humping in short strokes throughout the fucking. When the tip emerged on each of Karen's long draws, his tip poked her pussy three or four times as Karen used her right hand to keep it on target. On the deep plunge that followed, his balls kissed her cunt lips another eight or ten times, as Karen was holding the penetrating pose longer each time, wiggling her ass, trying to get more inside. It was while she held this deep stroke and Marge used her fingers to stuff the dog's folded-back sheath inside that Karen said, "Are we doing it right, Mommy?"

"You're doing good, sweetheart, but you must get the furry part in too. His balls should be right up against your pussy when he cums. You want his sperm to go in as deep as possible. You try using your fingers."

Karen began stuffing sheath. The dog aided by pressing forward and humping hard. Karen cried out, "Oh, it hurts, Mom."

Marge knew it must, but the sight was too erotic for her to take pity. If Karen did manage to get all of his sheath stuffed inside, another two inches of cock would be in her pussy and the balls would be up against her lips without being pressed forward. Determined to see that if it was possible, she said, "I know dear, but it is vital. We were afraid Skippy might be too big for you. I think we can find you a smaller dog if you can't manage with Skippy."

"No, Mom. We can do it. It just hurts a little, that's all."

That was a lie. Karen's face reflected that lie, but she did get more sheath and more cock inside. Marge encouraged, "That's it. Keep stuffing. More, baby, more!"

"Ahhh! Ohhh! It hurts!"

"More. Keep using your fingers. There's just a little bit more to get in. That's it. Oh yes."

"Oh, it hurts so bad."

"More, Karen. You can do it. Yes, you're doing it. Yes! You did it, Karen! You and Skippy are doing it right!"

Relief flooded over Karen. She expelled a long breath as she held Skippy's balls to her pussy. Karen held her pose with her legs wide, allowing Skippy to hump her with his balls never losing contact. She appeared to be enjoying the screwing and smiled at her mother. Marge was too absorbed with the sight to notice. It was the most obscene thing she'd ever seen. When Skippy stepped up his efforts, dancing on his hind legs, Karen cried out, "Mom, he's shooting his stuff. I can feel it way, way inside."

"Yes, pull your pussy open wide. Let him in deeper."

Karen pulled hard on her lips and stretched them thin. Skippy did sink deeper by almost an inch, his balls moving into the space and pressed firmly to the inside surface of her stuffed hole. Marge excitedly said, "Yes, Karen, now use your finger tips to press the balls while you pull the lips over them."

Karen grunted and grimaced, then managed to get her cunt lips almost around his balls when her orgasm hit. She screamed and pulled harder until her two lips touched, fully enveloping Skippy's balls as he poured the last of his spend deeper than he ever dreamed he'd be in any pussy, human or dog. Marge was elated.

Skippy was content to languish in place. After all the struggle and pain she'd endured, Karen was willing to languish as well. Marge, however, wanted to see the next act. She also felt motherly concern, wanting to see if Karen was bleeding. She encouraged Karen to ease him out.

Karen pushed at Skippy's flanks. The wet sheath unfolded to its natural five inch length before the first naked pink meat showed. He still had a swollen knot and her cunt flowed over it. With four inches remaining inside, there was still no sign of semen, but the grip of Karen's cunt was still too tight to expect any. Her elastic hole clung to the retreating shaft, even near the narrower tip. It was only when the last inch was at her opening that sperm began seeping out. When the tip slipped out, sperm poured out.

Marge watched the milky yellow fluid flow from her daughter's abused hole, but saw no blood and breathed a sigh of relief. She smiled when Karen slithered to the floor and engulfed the cock. Skippy remained with his front paws on the bed, surprised at this unexpected treat. It was normally his job to lick his dick after a fuck. He liked this new way much better. While bobbing her head and sucking hard, Karen watched her mother out of the corner of her eye, keeping one leg cocked out so she could see the cum pouring out while she nursed the dog's spent dick.

Marge watched this obscene demonstration for five minutes, then tapped Karen and said, "Okay, that's enough. I am satisfied that you two are doing this the right way. If Skippy continues doing like this, I think he'll do."

"Really, Mom? He will, I'm sure of it."

"We'll see, but your father isn't convinced. He won't be until he sees for himself. Then, of course, there's Barry and Steve. Their education is way behind schedule. There's a lot of catching up to do. I hope you two are up to it."

"We are, Mom. We'll catch up. You'll see. We'll get better at it."

"I'm sure you will. When you do this for the family tonight, I'd like you to grab your toes after you get his balls in and scream out, 'Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy, doggie! Fuck my cunt!' Will you do that?"

"Yeah, if you want, but Daddy won't like me using the 'F' word."

"Oh, I think he'll like it when you are doing the 'F' word. Trust me. Just do it, and when Skippy cums, yell that out, too, just like you did."

"I will. I can't help doing that, especially when I'm cumming too. That feels great when we both cum at the same time."

"I know, sweetheart. That's what doing it right is--cumming together. Cum together for your Daddy, and show the boys how it is done right. You'll show them what a good girl you are."

"I'll try. Mom, will that make me a good whore, too?"

Marge stood over Karen, smiling, lifted her skirt to bare her pussy, straddled her daughter, and squatted to bring her cunt to Karen's upturned face, saying, "No, but sucking Mommy's pussy will."

Karen smiled, then showed her mother what a good little cock-sucking, cunt-sucking whore she was. That's when Hal entered with eight men, Ruth, Judy, Ellen, and six Great Danes.

This story is just too disgusting and messy to continue.



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Tammy


Arthur Honeycut, chief financial officer for Greyson Industries, was caught completely off guard when his boss, Ed Greyson, confronted him with charges of embezzling thousands of dollars from petty cash. Ten sworn statements from plant workers made Arthur realize that Ed wasn't joking. Arthur was told to sign a confession and his job would be spared. Arthur signed.

When Ed pocketed the confession, witnessed by his smiling bimbo secretary, Arthur discovered what the charade was all about. Ed said, "Now, Arthur, unless you want to do hard time in the county jail, you bring your daughter to my office this Saturday. You will strip her naked, and you will watch her get fucked by me and my staff."

The color drained from Arthur's face as he stared with disbelieving eyes. How any grown man could even think of having intercourse with a twelve-year-old girl, and Tammy especially, was beyond him. She was such a dear, sweet, innocent child, the apple of his eye, his pride and joy, his only daughter after three boys. Arthur was speechless.

Ed said, "Look, Arthur, we've done everything but fuck her. I strip her and finger-fuck her at our meetings. She sucks our dicks. She's a real hit with my executive group, and the kid has a hot little pussy on her. She's ready for cock, and we're ready to break her in."

Arthur stared dumbfounded at Ed, unable to believe his ears. Tears welled in Arthur's eyes as he contemplated the truth that might be behind Ed's words. Ed saw the tears welling up and stepped up to lay a hand on Arthur's shoulder, saying, "Don't take it so hard, pal. We could have been banging her all along. I just figured we ought to bring you in on this since she's your kid. Don't worry. I have no intention of leaving you out."

Arthur shook free of Ed's grasp, stepped back, and eyed Ed with contempt. Ed shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, but see that she's here and looking good. You go home and sulk if you want, but you be here, or so help me, I'll see that you rot in jail and I'll still fuck your kid. Now get out."

Arthur left Ed's office on trembling legs. He had a talk with Tammy as soon as he got home. They were alone in the house. She confirmed the things Ed told him. She tried to console her father, and assured him that she was willing to do whatever they wanted, that she knew all about sex, and that she knew what they wanted to do.

Arthur just stared blankly at his beautiful daughter. In an effort to break through to her father, Tammy hiked her skirt and pulled her panties down. She presented her naked vagina and said, "See, I'm used to showing my pussy. I'm not shy at all. You can look between my legs, too, if you want."

Arthur could not help but look at the cutest vagina he'd ever seen. His intense stare encouraged Tammy. She assumed he wanted to see more. She dropped to the floor at her father's feet, then spread her legs wide, saying, "You can see everything this way. I told you I'm not shy."

Arthur gazed on Tammy's wide open sex, marveling at her development. What he stared at was no child vagina. His Tammy had a mature vagina, only on a small scale with very little hair. Despite his anxiety, anger, and loathing for Ed Greyson, Arthur's dick became hard as he watched Tammy manipulate her young sex, almost as if she were intentionally trying to arouse him. She pulled the tight lips apart to expose her wet, pink, and glistening hole, saying, "This is where Uncle Ed likes to put his fingers." She toyed with her standing clittie nub, saying, "When he rubs this part, I have an orgasm. I like having orgasms. They feel great."

Arthur still hadn't said a word, and Tammy was masturbating. She entered her hole with the fingers of one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Arthur watched her passions rise quickly as she squirmed under her own practiced fingers. A short while later, she tensed, quivered, and cried out, "I'm having one now, Daddy. Oh... Oh... Ahhhhhh! Oh, this feels soooooooooo goooooood."

Arthur watched so intently that he forgot where he was, who he was, and who he was watching. All he saw was pussy, young pussy, tight young pussy. His cock throbbed in his slacks, and his hand pressed against his throbbing erection.

Tammy recovered from her orgasm and sat up, resting on her elbows pressed to her knees, keeping her knees wide and her pussy in the open. She looked at her father's hand massaging his cock through his pants, and smiled, saying, "You got a boner, huh? They all do. Are you going to jack off, too? Do you want me to do it for you? I know how. Uncle Ed taught me."

Arthur shook the cobwebs from his head, looked to his crotch, and jerked his hand away, saying, "Oh... Uh, no sweetheart."

"I don't mind, really. I like seeing them squirt baby cream."

"No, Tammy. That wouldn't be right for a girl to touch her father there."

"Okay, but I'd never tell anyone."

"No, that's okay. We really shouldn't. Uh... Tammy, are you sure you don't mind doing what those men want to do?"

"You mean fuck me?"

Arthur started to correct her language, but caught himself and said, "Yes, that."

"No, I don't mind. Uncle Ed says fucking makes better orgasms, so I'm all for it."

The term Uncle Ed made Arthur cringe, but he thought better of correcting that as well, considering the intimate relationship they shared and would likely expand. Arthur said, "I take it you've seen a grown man's penis."

"Sure, lots. Well, eight, anyway. I even get to suck on them. They like to squirt in my mouth. It's kind of icky when they do that, but I don't mind too much. If I swallow fast, I hardly taste anything. Want me to suck on yours? I can do it right, without my teeth getting in the way. I just make my lips go like this."

Tammy opened her mouth wide while her lips stayed over her teeth. Arthur said, "No, that wouldn't be right, either. Tammy, are you sure you can take a man's penis inside you?"

"I think so. I practice with Mom's rubber one. Don't tell her, okay?"

Arthur's eyes widened. He said, "Your mother has a rubber di... penis?"

"Sure, didn't you know? She keeps it between the mattress and box springs. She fucks herself with it."

"You've seen her do this?"

"Yeah, but she doesn't know."

"Well, if you think you're ready, then I guess we'll go in to the office together on Saturday."

"Great, I'll be ready. I'll be naked under my dress. That makes it easier for them."

"I'm sure. Tammy, why don't you cover yourself. We don't need anybody walking in on us with you like that."

"Okay, but everybody in the family has seen my pussy."

"They have, have they?"

"Yeah, I told you, I'm not shy anymore. Bill, Ted, and John like seeing my pussy, and Mom likes seeing it too. She says I have a very pretty pussy, and I shouldn't be ashamed to show it. Sometimes, she shows my pussy to her friends."

"What friends?"

"You know, John and Marsha from next door; Uncle Pete; Doug and Ellen from the beauty salon; the pool guys, Eugene and Mark; the paper boy; the meter reader guy; those friends."

"I see. Tammy, does your mother ever go into the bedroom with any of her friends?"

"Uh, oh. You want to know if she lets them fuck her, huh? You're going to be mad, aren't you? She told me not to tell."

"It'll be our secret, just like this Saturday meeting will be."

"Okay, if you promise, and swear to god."

"I swear to god. I'll never tell."

"Yes, she does. She lets the guys fuck her, and she likes to kiss the girls between their legs. She licks the girls' pussies for them."

"Oh, Jesus."

"You're mad, aren't you? She said you'd be mad."

"I'm not as mad as I am shocked. You think you know a person after twenty years of marriage. The fucking slut."

"Wow, you must be mad. You never say fuck in front of me."

"I'm sorry, Tammy. No, I'm not sorry. If you can say fuck, I'll be god damned if I can't. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! There."

"Do you feel better now?"

"Yes, I do."

"Great, then say fuck all you want. I like hearing you say fuck. Mom says fuck all the time, and she always feels good."

"She should, she's fucking half the mother fucking town. Hell, she's probably fucking her own boys."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot about them."

"Oh Jesus!"

"You'd better say fuck some more. Your face is all red again."

"Saying fuck won't help."

"Fucking your kids is pretty bad, huh?"

"It's the ultimate bad, Tammy."

"I thought so, but I was kinda hoping you'd fuck me some day. I feel left out. All I get to do is show my pussy. I guess this means you never will, huh?"

"Don't be too sure about that, sweetheart. I have a feeling those perverts at the plant would love to watch us fucking. I'll fuck you if they make me fuck you."

"That would be nice, but I'd rather you fucked me because you wanted to fuck me."

Arthur leaned out and ruffled her hair, saying, "I want to fuck you more than anything in the world, Tammy, but I need to be forced. I really hope they force me. Does that make you feel better?"

"Yeah, lots better. I can't wait till Saturday."

"That makes me feel better, but I can wait."

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Carol Honeycut was the first to arrive home after Arthur and Tammy had their talk. She flounced in, her usual bubbly self, sporting her new hairdo, her third that week. She posed for Arthur and said, "How do you like me as a redhead? It was Ellen's idea. She says I look hot in red."

Arthur tried hard to mask his feelings. He said, "I suppose if you want to look hot, that'll do."

Carol noticed the sarcastic edge to his voice, and said, "You don't seem too enthused. Don't you want a hot wife? A flaming vixen? How was your day?"

Arthur wanted to know if Carol smelled of pussy. He took Carol by the shoulders and leaned in for a kiss after saying, "Same ole' same ole'."

Carol drew back, saying, "What are you doing?"

"I just felt like kissing you. Hello! What's wrong with that?"

Carol turned her head as he went for her lips, saying, "Arthur, I need to brush my teeth."

"Nonsense. Give me a kiss." Arthur went for her lips once again while pulling her closer. Carol could not escape and let the lip to lip contact happen with little response. Arthur sniffed while kissing and detected pussy. As he parted, Carol eyed him suspiciously. Arthur said, "That wasn't the best kiss I ever had."

"I'll give you a better kiss after I brush."

Bill and Ted, his youngest boys at fifteen and sixteen, arrived home together. They both took Carol in an embrace to kiss her hello on the lips. Arthur noted that Carol offered her lips without reservation, though she still hadn't brushed. Arthur had seen them kiss on the lips a thousand times, but this time, the act looked obscene. Arthur watched closely and saw Ted give his mother's ass a parting squeeze as he said, "Mom, you look great as a redhead--a red fox."

"Thanks, Ted, but your father doesn't think so."

Ted brushed by Arthur with a pat to his shoulder and playfully said, "Don't go by Dad. He only gets excited by a balanced ledger."

When John, his seventeen-year-old entered thirty minutes later, Arthur watched him closely. He quietly got up and followed John to the kitchen where Carol was preparing dinner. Arthur watched John creep up on Carol. He grabbed her by the hips and pressed his loins hard against her ass while nuzzling her neck. John ground his cock to Carol's ass as she giggled and swatted his forehead with a wet ladle, whispering loud enough for Arthur to hear, "Stop that, you horny bastard. Your father's in the next room."

John said, "He's reading the paper. Relax. We'll hear if he gets up. Give me some sugar."

John lifted Carol's skirt past her hips. He revealed that she wore no panties, and the boy wasn't at all surprised to find his mother bare beneath her skirt. Carol stepped out with her left foot as he reached around with both hands to dip low into her crotch, pulling her naked ass back to him as she gripped the counter top. Arthur's jaw dropped open as he watched her do a sexy grind against their son's loins with her skirt hanging up on her hips and her feet planted wide.

Carol looked like a bitch in heat. Despite his anger, Arthur felt his dick getting hard. He canceled his plan to walk in on them. Confronting them with a hard dick tenting his pants would never do. Arthur wanted to walk away, but his feet wouldn't move. The more he saw, the more he wanted to see. They grew bolder with each pelvic grind until John removed one hand from his mother's crotch and used that hand to fish out his cock. Carol said, "John, this is crazy. Not now, for Christ's sake, not with your father here."

John said, "So what? That never stopped you before."

"He's acting very strangely today. He knows I've been eating pussy, but he wouldn't confront me with it."

Arthur noticed that Carol did nothing to stop him from inserting his cock, and even assisted by reaching between her legs to help guide him. Arthur also thought it was strange that they were only concerned about him being home. The others were home, too. Did they carry on their incestuous affairs openly when he was away? Did they fuck in the kitchen as a matter of course? Arthur needed another talk with Tammy to clarify this intriguing question. The very idea had his dick rock hard.

Arthur watched them fuck for a good five minutes while keeping a close ear and eye out for anyone who might enter the living room and catch him spying. He felt like the one sinning. He never saw anything so erotic in his life and found himself empathizing with both of them. His anger, resentment, and hurt pride diminished with each thrust of John's impressive young cock into Carol's delightfully sexy body.

He became so absorbed in their fucking that Tammy entered the room without him noticing. They saw each other at the same time, and Tammy could also see what her father was looking at. She brought her finger to her smiling lips and tiptoed over to him. She whispered in his ear, "See, I told you. Now, watch this."

Tammy padded into the kitchen before Arthur could stop her. He watched as she walked up beside them and took a glass from the dish drainer. She startled them for only a second, but they never missed a stroke. As Tammy filled her glass with water, Carol whispered, "Is your father still reading?"

"Yes, don't worry. I'll cough loud if he gets up."

Tammy padded out and over to Arthur, holding back a snicker. She whispered, "They like doing it where they'll get caught. They do it a lot behind your back." Arthur stiffened when Tammy reached for and squeezed his cock. Arthur's first impulse was to bat her hand away, but her hand felt so damned good that he fought the impulse. Tammy kept squeezing his cock, then whispered, "It's fun watching, huh?"

Arthur nodded. What else could he do? He had a hard-on. Hard-ons are fun. His was getting more fun by the second, but if he didn't stop Tammy's maddening fingers, he'd soil his pants. Arthur watched John cum in Carol's wildly gyrating pussy, then removed Tammy's hand and crept back to his lounger. He slowly settled and gingerly picked up the newspaper. Tammy took a seat on the sofa.

John entered the room and stopped by Arthur's chair to say, "How'd you like Mom's new hairdo, Pops? Doesn't she look hot?"

Without looking up, Arthur said, "Yes, she looks hot."

Moments later, Carol entered the room. She was obviously headed for the bathroom, but Arthur called her over. Carol came up behind Arthur's chair, but Arthur motioned her to the front, saying, "Come around here and let me get another look at that new hairstyle of yours."

Carol nervously said, "I need to go to the bathroom, Arthur. I need to go really bad. I'll be right back."

"Come on. You can hold it for one more minute. I'm between articles. Come on, Carol. Come around here."

Tammy held back her smirking smile as she said, "Yeah, Mom, let Daddy see you. Let him see all of you."

Carol shot Tammy a stern look, but when Arthur looked over his shoulder at her, she smiled. Carol squared her shoulders, then marched to the center of the room, fluffing her hair in an attempt to draw Arthur's eyes away from her legs. The ploy didn't work, because Arthur's eyes went right to her legs where semen ran in trails to her calves. Carol saw where he was looking and went pale. Arthur said, "Do one of those modeling turns. Do it slow."

Carol eyed him suspiciously and turned a full three-sixty, expecting the roof to fall in on her at any second. When she faced front, Arthur's eyes were still focused on her legs, and still, he said nothing. He did glance up once, but his eyes immediately returned to her legs as a large glop of semen slid below her hemline. Carol cringed as she felt the goo sliding to her knee in full view of Arthur.

Carol said, "Arthur, I..."

Arthur halted her with a raised hand and said, "How about doing a runway walk, just back and forth here?"

Carol looked at Arthur as though he were nuts or blind. By this time, the semen runs were at her heels and more followed in plain sight. Carol swallowed hard, squared her shoulders, and turned in profile to begin walking. She walked to the end of the room, turned, and walked back. Carol saw that Tammy had a hand cupped to her mouth to stifle a giggle. Carol stopped before Arthur, awaiting the confrontation. She faced Arthur just a few feet away with her feet defiantly planted apart, hands on her hips, waiting.

She watched Arthur's eyes travel up and down her legs from the hem to her feet and back without ever looking up. When he motioned her to take another walk, Carol looked to Tammy, then to Arthur. She then turned and began walking, this time putting a strut to her step and a sexy sway in her hips. She traversed the room three times, then came to stand before Arthur with an even wider stance, again with her hands on her hips.

The two other boys entered the room, quickly ascertained the situation, then joined Tammy on the sofa with John perched on the arm of the sofa. Carol gave Arthur more time to study her legs, then said, "Would you like to see the walk without the skirt?"

Arthur looked up with eyes that carried a dare and said, "Yes, I would."

Carol unfastened her belt, reached to her side to unhook the skirt, then tugged down the zipper. The skirt fell, revealing her naked loins, matted pussy hair, glistening inner thighs, and the semen still oozing from her cunt. She turned and did her walk with exaggerated flair, then returned. She said, "Satisfied?"

"Yes, thank you. You look hot, Carol. Ellen was right."

Carol smiled, picked up her skirt and belt, tossed them on her shoulder, and sauntered off. Arthur followed her with his eyes until she stopped, just inside the hall. She paused, then turned to face Arthur. She walked back in and said, "I guess I didn't have to go after all." While still facing Arthur, she stepped into her skirt, zipped up, placed the belt on, then returned to the kitchen. Tammy quickly moved to Arthur's chair and whispered, "Wow, that was neat. She knows that you know, but she thinks I told you. Tell her you saw her fucking, okay?"

Arthur said, "I don't plan to ever bring it up, and I doubt she will either."

Arthur was right. Carol never brought it up. She went about her business with the sperm drying on her legs. During their dinner, with the semen still wet, Carol made numerous trips around the table, all through the meal, making sure everybody was well-served. Everyone stared at her legs as she passed by. Carol ignored the obvious stares while doing everything humanly possible to draw attention to her legs. She even went so far as to hike the skirt's waist so far up under her sweater that the hemline just barely covered her pussy.

Carol managed to brazenly show the rear view of her naked pussy each time she leaned out across the table, and she leaned across the table to serve everyone. The obscene display called for a comment, but Arthur refused to say anything, even with her naked ass in his face. Carol spent so much time serving and reserving that she barely touched her meal.

After dinner, Arthur retired to his chair to watch the evening news. Ted offered to help with the dishes. Arthur heard very little dish rattle. Ted was in there for ten minutes, then returned and took a seat in the living room. Carol came in right after him and walked through, ostensibly looking for something. She looked everywhere, stooping, bending, squatting, but always within sight of Arthur. Arthur noticed the fresh sperm trails right away. When she returned to the kitchen, Bill said he'd go help with the dishes and John joined him.

When the boys came out fifteen minutes later, again, Carol followed shortly after them. This time, Carol was naked in her shoes. The sperm on the inside of Carol's legs was so thick a fly couldn't find a dry spot to land. She paraded her naked, sperm-covered body before everyone, but especially Arthur as she again pretended to be looking for something. Again, Arthur refused comment, and Carol was truly flustered.

After several minutes of this maddening charade, Carol came to stand between Arthur and the TV with her legs apart. She said, "Arthur, have you seen my panties?"

Arthur peered around her and said, "No, dear. When did you have them on last?"

Carol looked to the kids, then back to Arthur and said, "Sometime last month."

"If you haven't worn panties in a month, you can probably do without them, I would think."

Carol left the room shaking her head. Nothing was said, not even when they went to bed. Arthur was in the habit of reading in bed for an hour, lying on the covers propped up on two pillows, wearing a robe over his PJs. Carol usually slipped under the covers in the nude and turned her back to him. If she wanted sex, she'd lie on top of the covers and play with her pussy until Arthur made a move.

Arthur was first in bed. Carol followed ten minutes later. She'd remained nude throughout the evening, so seeing her enter in the nude was no surprise. The surprise was that she'd wiped her legs clean, but sported a fresh load on her cunt. Someone, probably Bill or Ted since John had already cum twice, had just jacked off on her cunt. Arthur reasoned that Carol cleaned her legs to better highlight her sperm-covered twat.

Carol strode over under Arthur's scrutiny of her spermy twat. She laid on the covers on her back and waited. Arthur made it a point to look at her pussy, then returned to reading. Carol laid still and quiet for a few minutes, then announced, "I forgot to tuck Bill in. I'll be back in about ten or fifteen minutes."

Arthur said, "Tuck him in good, dear. No need to hurry."

Carol paused to look back at Arthur from the door, then moved on. Ten minutes later, she returned with sperm thickly covering her lips and running down her chin and neck. She smiled at Arthur, then laid on the covers beside him. A minute passed before Carol said, "Aren't you going to kiss me good night? I brushed my teeth."

Arthur decided the time had come to talk. He set the book down, then rolled to his side, facing Carol. Carol turned her head toward him. Arthur saw the dare in her eyes as she puckered her slimy lips. Arthur stared at her lips for a few seconds, then leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. Carol grabbed his head, and his peck on the lips became a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that did not end until she managed to smear his mouth over every sperm cell, even those on her neck.

When Carol released Arthur, he eased back. She smiled. Arthur smiled. Carol coyly said, "Was that kiss better, Arthur?"

"That was much better. At least it didn't taste like a hairdresser's pussy." Carol got up on one elbow, turned to face Arthur, and said, "How long have you known?"

"What time is it?"

"Tammy told you?"

"I dragged it out of her. She didn't want to tell."

"Well, I'm glad you know."

"So am I. Now we can go back to having an honest relationship, if we ever had one."

"We did until three years ago, the day John slipped in with me in the shower. Things have gone down hill since then. Actually, I see them as up hill. So, what now? Do you want to eat me or divorce me? Those are your only choices."

Arthur trailed his fingers through the sperm in her crotch as Carol widened her spread. Together, they watched his fingers spreading the mess, completely coating her cunt. Arthur looked to Carol and said, "You drive a hard bargain, lady."

"I'm sorry, Arthur, but if we are to remain together, you must know your place. I can think of no better way, unless you were to get down on your knees before each of those boys and suck their cocks for them. Do it this way, and we'll keep it between you and me. That's a promise, but you'll be doing this regularly, whereas you'd only have to suck them off one time. You decide."

Arthur rolled to his belly and scooted down between Carol's wide-spread legs. Carol fanned her crotch open with her palms pressing on the inside of her inner thighs. Arthur stared at her wet, slimy pussy, then looked up over her mound, saying, "I'll try to adjust. Whose sperm will I be eating?"

"John's is inside; Bill's is outside. You must also clean what's left of Ted's off my face. Get busy."

Arthur took a deep breath, then got busy. The first few licks were a bit hard to take, but Arthur made the adjustment and was soon lapping with enthusiasm, driving Carol wild. She taunted him throughout the long process, urging him to get it all, lick deep, swallow, lick harder, faster, longer. He sucked her clit to a climax, then licked her face.

Arthur awoke the following morning to a bouncing bed. When he looked to Carol's side, he was confronted with the surreal sight of John fucking his wife missionary style. They were both naked, as were Bill and Ted, who stood at the bedside stroking their cocks. Arthur laid silently beside Carol and watched all three boys fuck their mother.

Little naked Tammy entered the room as John reached his climax. She hopped on the bed, sat cross-legged, and began masturbating. Arthur kept his erection hidden under covers, but he stroked his cock all through the bizarre ordeal and came when Bill pulled out and shot his load up Carol's body, hitting her in the face and tits.

After Bill climbed down, Carol ushered the kids out and locked the door. She returned to the bed with a sexy smile, whipped the covers from Arthur, and said, "As I thought. Crawl over here and lick my cunt. Come get your breakfast; get your breakfast of cum, fresh and warm." Arthur did not hesitate.

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Although they promised to start an honest relationship, Arthur could not bring himself to tell Carol about Tammy and the men from the plant. He tried, several times, but he couldn't bring himself to start. On Saturday, he and Tammy left, as usual, without raising any suspicions.



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All's Fair in Lust and War


Darlene's blue eyes fluttered open at the sound of the "F" word spoken by her mother, Tina. This was a first, and when her father used the ignoble word right after her mother, that became another first. Obviously, her parents were not aware that she was napping on the sofa. Darlene began to sit up and make her presence known, when she heard her father say, "Of course he plans to fuck Darlene."

Darlene settled back down and listened closely. "He had sworn statements from ten people. I had no choice but to accept those bullshit employee theft charges. I had to sign that damn confession or be fired on the spot. Right after I signed the confession, he told me, flat out, he intended to fuck Darlene, right here, in front of the whole family. The man is sick, Tina, sick."

"Sick is putting it mildly. The man is evil, sick and evil. What on earth made Mr. Greyson decide to go after Darlene, anyway? Doesn't he know she's only sixteen; besides, when did he ever meet Darlene?"

"He knows her age, and they didn't meet. He attended the homecoming game and saw her in that ridiculous cheerleader's uniform they wear. He fell instantly in lust with her bouncy tits, blond hair, and naked legs clear up to her panties. He told me that when they jumped with their legs wide, he could make out the form and fullness of her vagina through those thin panties. Actually, he used the word cunt."

Darlene now took a keen interest in the conversation as her mother replied, "Those aren't panties, Phil. They wear a stretch leotard under the skirt."

"I know what she wears, but they look exactly like panties, except that panties would hide more. Those damn leotards look like something out of a Frederick's catalog, and the girls may as well be topless for all that thing hides of their tits. You are aware that Mr. Greyson donated those uniforms and applied the appropriate pressure to see that the squad wore them, aren't you?"

"No, I was not aware. I thought that dyke gym teacher and the perverts on the school board were behind that. I can't say I'm surprised. Greyson gets what he wants. I'm surprised the leotards weren't crotchless. I'm surprised he didn't have them send Darlene to his limo after the game, or during half-time."

"He probably could have. Knowing Darlene, she'd have gone quietly. You know how intimidated she is with authority figures, and she knows he's my boss. We're lucky he didn't think of doing that during half-time or our darling daughter would have been performing the second half with a slimy wet pussy under a see-through leotard."

Darlene's mouth dropped open as her mother giggled and said, "Oh, God, Phil! I can picture her doing that obscene beaver-to-the-sky handstand while facing the crowd. Every jaw would have been in their laps. Every eye is focused on Darlene when they do one of their spread beaver routines. I'm serious. I've noticed. So, how did Greyson connect Darlene to you? Smiths are common."

"I don't know, but when he found out who she was, and that her father worked for his company, he got busy. It sure didn't take his evil mind long to formulate a plan, did it?"

Darlene settled back to the cushions and held her breath. She listened more intently and squeezed her legs together to stifle the growing heat welling up in her crotch. Darlene heard the locker room gossip about Ed Greyson and Coach Stella. She braced herself for the day they'd take her to Stella's office. Being a cheerleader meant that much to her that she was willing to risk anything, but being sexually assaulted in front of her family never dawned on her. She heard her mother say, "What are we going to do, Phil? We have to fight this. Let's sue the bastard."

"Forget it. Ed Greyson covered every base. He even had his bimbo secretary sit in on the session as a witness. They have sworn statements and a confession. Bill Andrews wrote a statement. I couldn't believe it, Bill, after working alongside me for twelve years and being our next door neighbor for ten, after the many times we took him into our home after his wife tossed him in the street for coming home with whore on his breath. If Ed Greyson could get Bill to write up a phony statement, we're screwed."

"Bill is an opportunist; we both know that. Don't be too hard on him. I'm sure he was put under a great deal of pressure."

"Pressure, shit! The son-of-a-bitch is getting something out of this. Probably a place in the line for Darlene after Ed gets finished with her."

"That, I wouldn't doubt. For a shot at Darlene, he'd sell out his mother. We can't let Greyson get away with this. Damnit, Phil, what are we going to do?"

"I'll quit. We'll both have to look for work; what else? It won't be easy, not in this town, not with the bad recommendation he says he'll send anyone who tries to hire me. Shit, Tina, he even threatened to turn the matter over to the police if I didn't see to it that Darlene spread her legs for him. He put it to me just that way, too. He did not mince any words. That's why I'm home early. I'm not actually fired, yet. I'm supposed to be thinking this over. I have until tomorrow morning, then I'm fired. He also said that if he hasn't fucked Darlene by next Wednesday, I'll be arrested."

Tina said, "Well, it's clear what we have to do. We have to move, sell everything, start over. We can move back to Georgia. They can't touch you there."

"Come on, Tina. We can't uproot four kids in the middle of the school year. Jack is all set to go to State this summer. We'd lose our residency status if we moved. And what about Darlene? She's the only junior on the varsity cheerleading squad. She's finally living her dream. She's one of the most popular girls in her class. She has a steady boyfriend that she's serious about, and she wants to attend State as well. No, we can't move, not now, not until Darlene graduates high school. I would sooner go to jail than turn her life upside-down."

"Phil, we can't risk you going to jail. We'd be destitute. All of our lives would be turned upside-down if that happened. Even if he just fires you, we'd be hard-pressed to remain here."

"He'll fire me if he doesn't get Darlene, but I think he's bluffing about taking this to the police."

Darlene's mind raced with the bizarre news. A flood of wicked images stormed her brain. Her sense of indignation fought against her rising passions. Being publicly stripped and raped, as long as she wasn't brutalized, played a major role in her fantasies. Squeezing her legs together didn't help much, but the seriousness of their predicament finally sank in, and that awareness helped cool her growing arousal. Thoughts of Raymond cooled her ardor further.

A growing sense of doom permeated Darlene's mind as she heard her mother say, "You know, Phil. There is one other option. We could lay this out before Darlene. This is as much her problem as it is ours, and she will be equally impacted if you lose your job or get tossed in jail."

"What are you saying?"

"Well, damnit, we told her we didn't like those obscene cheerleader uniforms. We were against her joining the squad because of those uniforms. We told her she'd be asking for trouble by wearing that obscene thing to school on game days. You saw how she brushed our concerns off. Well, she's gone and attracted a pervert, just as we'd warned. Besides, I doubt she's still a virgin. You see how she acts with her steady boyfriend, Raymond. The girl is hot to trot. If they are not getting it on, they soon will be. It wouldn't kill her to put out to your boss, too."

Darlene bit her lower lip after hearing what her mother said. Her father said, "Tina, I don't believe my ears. Do you even hear yourself?"

"Well, damnit, it wouldn't be the first time a girl had to put out to her boss. Ed is her boss, in a sense. Girls that look like Darlene learn, sooner or later, that their looks come with a heavy price tag. The girl is rape bait, molester bait, and if she thinks she can remain faithful to one guy, she can forget that shit. Horny males will not let her rest until she gives up the nookie. Perhaps she knows that already."

"You seem to speak from experience, Tina."

"I do speak from experience, and you know it. I grew tired of fighting them off in our first year of marriage. Don't even ask how many, Phil. You don't really want to know, and I am not willing to confess any particulars. I have to live with this problem; therefore, so do you, and so will Darlene. All I'm saying is, if Darlene is willing to put out to this man, we can go on living our lives as usual. Your job will be secure. I think that's worth a simple poke in the pussy."

Darlene's clit gave a lurch. She pressed a hand to her crotch and clamped down with her legs as her father said, "Tina, I don't think you understand. Ed isn't looking for a simple poke in the pussy, as you put it. He wants to poke her in every hole she has, right here, in front of the entire family. He wants the raunchiest sex imaginable, and he wants us to watch. And, another thing, he isn't talking about a one-time gig. He'll be back again and again. Christ, Tina, he'll turn our daughter into a sex-toy, his personal whore. Is that what you want to see? Is that what you want our kids to see?"

Darlene clutched her pussy and squeezed the pulpy flesh while clamping down hard with her legs. Her rational mind fought against her primal mind. She tried to suppress wicked thoughts with images of her life being trashed. She listened closely as her mother said, "Is he some kind of animal?"

"He's as close as you'll ever find to one, yes."

"Look, we don't know what his plans are. One time might do it. He might simply want to satisfy his curiosity, then move on to another conquest. Men are like that, especially men like Ed Greyson."

Phil said, "You know damned well that one time with Darlene won't satisfy Ed. One time with Darlene wouldn't satisfy any man. Do you honestly think Randy and Babette are ready to see whatever it is he has in store for Darlene? Are they ready to watch their sister being turned into a whore?" Darlene squeezed harder, massaging her inflamed pussy through her sopping wet panties while biting her lower lip.

"Thirteen is not like thirteen when we grew up, Phil. These kids today know everything. They are ready, Randy especially. That little pervert is always trying to get a peek at Darlene's intimate parts. I told you he's been sneaking her panties out of the laundry hamper and jerking off in them. As for Jack, he'd wait in a long line to watch Darlene get screwed by a goat, much less a grown man like Ed Greyson. I don't think we should even concern ourselves with what the kids might see or think. They'll adjust. Darlene is the only one that matters. She's the one in the hot seat. I still say we only have one option and that is to lay this out for her. We should let her decide, then be ready to support whatever decision she makes."

"Even if she decides to cooperate?"

"If I know Darlene, she'll do what's best for the family. There's a lusty side to her that you seem blind to. Perhaps if you spent more time at home instead of working fifteen hour days on a fixed salary, you'd notice. The long hours certainly haven't helped you any. She sees more of Bill than she does of you. Wake up, Phil. Let Darlene do what's right. Let her grow up."

Darlene laid silently waiting for her father's answer. He was thinking over Tina's suggestion. Phil finally said, "All right, Tina. You talk to Darlene; I can't. Lay it out for her, but lay it out fully. Make certain she understands what kind of man Ed Greyson is. I don't want her thinking he's going to make love to her, or give her a simple poke in the pussy, because he won't. He also made it clear that he won't use protection, and she won't either. I think he gets off on knocking kids up, so you make that clear to her, so she'll know exactly what she's getting into. If you'll do that, I'll go along with your plan and support whatever Darlene decides to do."

That last bit of startling news unsettled Darlene. She cringed at the image of herself waddling the halls of her school carrying a rapist's bastard child in her womb, her belly blown up like a beach ball, hearing the snickers and snide remarks as she passed by: "The stuck-up bitch deserves it." "She was asking for it." "I heard she begged for more." "Don't feel sorry for her; she's just a whore."

The two adults were startled by Darlene's voice coming from the sofa, saying, "Mom, Dad, I heard everything." Darlene stood and advanced toward the table, saying, "The school nurse sent me home. I'm having cramps."

Tina said, "Why didn't you tell me you were home?"

"You were tending your plants in the greenhouse, and I just wanted to lie down."

"Well, perhaps it's better this way. I wasn't looking forward to the talk, anyway. So, how much did you hear?"

"I heard enough to know what's going on."

"Then you know the bind we're in?"

"Yes."

"Well? What are your feelings?"

"I'm shocked."

"We're all shocked, Darlene. The question is, what are you going to do about this? If you heard everything, then you know our position. We'll support you whatever you decide."

"I know, Mom, and I appreciate that."

Phil said, "Honey, I don't mean to rush your decision, but I have to give Mr. Greyson my answer by tomorrow morning. Can you decide by then? And one more thing, I want you to decide what's best for you. Do not worry about the family. We'll muddle through some how, either way."

Tina added, "And don't concern yourselves with what Jack and the twins will say or think. I'll have a long talk with them. If you decide not to cooperate, they'll be told it was our decision. If you decide to cooperate, they will know you made that choice to save the family. Whatever they see, should you go along, you'll be seen as a family hero, and they'd better not make so much as a grin, snicker, or give you the hint of a dirty look. I will put the fear of God into them; I promise you that."

Darlene said, "I appreciate that, Mom. I know you will, but I'm sure they wouldn't tease me or make me feel bad. I think they'd act much more mature than you think. Everyone but Randy, anyway."

Tina said, "You sound receptive to the idea of cooperating."

"I am thinking hard about it, but I am hardly receptive."

"Frankly, I'm impressed with your maturity, Darlene."

Phil piped in, "Tina, don't sway her one way or the other. Saying no would also be a mature response."

Darlene said, "Daddy, thanks, but Mom's right to influence me to cooperate. She's just putting the family's welfare first. I'd be shocked if she didn't. But there's something you both need to know. I don't think I am capable of cooperating. I know I need to, but I can't. If you want to make things easier on me, and this is something we absolutely must do, then lift that burden from my shoulders. Force me to cooperate. Tie me up if you have to. Beat me with a belt if I falter, not hard, but hard enough to impress the others. I can take the punishment, but I couldn't take going along of my own free will. I'd feel slutty and dirty no matter how I was treated by the family. I'd feel like I betrayed Raymond, and I could never do that to him. I wouldn't hold anything against you afterward, no matter what happens, but we must stay here. We absolutely must, no matter what."

Tina and Phil exchanged surprised looks, then Tina said to Darlene, "Honey, would you excuse us for a few minutes? Go to your room and lie down. Try to relax. I'll be there shortly."

Darlene nodded, then walked away with a somber expression. Once her bedroom door closed, Tina turned to Phil and said, "Well, she's full of surprises."

"Yeah, what do you make of it? What she said seems understandable."

"Yes, and unless I am mistaken, we hit on her favorite fantasy, Phil. That girl was positively turned on by the prospect of being forced. She wants us to tie her and beat her into cooperating."

"Are you sure you're not reading into her statement? That doesn't seem at all like our Darlene."

"I could see it in her eyes, and I completely understand what I'm seeing. I think the erotic feeling resulting from being taken in a helpless, powerless state is universal among women, at least in fantasy. We women have so many restrictions and taboos imposed on us by society. Being helpless removes all blame and guilt that comes from living in a male dominated society that expects us to be ladies in the parlor and whores in the bedroom. I think we should take her at her word and give her exactly what she wants."

"What does she want, exactly?"

"She wants to be a whore for the family, and she wants you and me to force her to assume that role. We should be convincing about it, too. We should try to make it good for her."

"I think that's a bit much--the family whore? Ed's whore, maybe, but not the family whore?"

"It's a common fantasy, Phil. Girls love to dream about being forced to commit incest with their immediate family members. I did. All of my girl friends did. That's practically all we talked about at slumber parties, and some actually followed through."

"Well, that's news to me. Did you ever follow through?"

"No, but I've kicked myself a thousand times for not trying."

"I still can't see Darlene fantasizing about having sex with all of us. That is what you're suggesting, isn't it?"

"She does--you, me, Jack, Randy, and Babette. I'm sure of it. That is what she wants. Trust me."

"I don't know. This is all so strange. You may be right about her young desires, but the reality won't be like the fantasy."

"No, it might be better."

"For who, you or Darlene?"

"All of us, and let's not forget Ed. He sounds like a man who would much rather see Darlene being forced to serve as his whore by her parents. That's kinky, and Ed's a kinky guy. You might even get a raise doing it this way."

Phil became pensive, then said, "No doubt about it, he is a kinky bastard. That's why he wants to fuck her in front of the whole family."

"And you can't appreciate that? Come on. I know you better than that."

"I won't deny it. You know, he did say a raise might be in the offing if Darlene turned out to be as good a fuck as she appeared to be. Those were his words, not mine."

A devilish grin grew as Tina said, "Then our course is clear. We make sure she's a good fuck. Those are my words."

"I think you're enjoying this."

"I am warming to the idea very quickly. We could use a little sexual excitement around here. We've both grown sexually complacent, and we have a house full of raging teenage hormones that could use venting. I'll admit, the thought of watching Jack and the twins respond to Darlene's defilement has my panties sticking to my seat. We could all use a family whore."

"You're full of surprises yourself, Tina."

"And you have a big hard-on, Phil, so don't try to take the moral high ground with me. You'd fuck that girl in a heartbeat, and you know it."

"Okay, so how do you suggest we proceed?"

Tina smiled and said, "I say we get into the spirit of this dirty deed if we're going to go through with surrendering to Ed's blackmail. We are, aren't we?"

"I think I'm in the mood to surrender. The unemployment line does not appeal to me in the slightest. The only thing that really bothers me is her getting pregnant. That would ruin her life, and I know damn well she doesn't want a baby."

"All we need do is stall Ed until Wednesday. She's ovulating now. Most females cramp before a period. Me and Darlene cramp during ovulation. By Wednesday, she'll be home free for a month. Maybe by then, Ed will move on. If not, we can always say she has the flu until she's safe again. We'll always know when she's ovulating, so we just stall at those times. He'll give up sooner or later."

"I suppose he would. So, are we going through with this?"

"I think we should. Hell, I know we should. I accept the fact that we have no choice, like it or not. Give the guy credit; he won. All's fair in lust and war. I think we should be good sports about this. Why leer and scowl at him while he takes his prize. It won't make Darlene any less fucked or any less pregnant if we slip up. She knew the risks when she dropped this in our laps. She accepted the fact that she will likely get pregnant. She made no bones about that. Come to think of it, she didn't even bring it up."

"That is true, and she must have heard what I said about Ed getting off on knocking up young girls."

"I don't think we should ease her mind about getting knocked up."

"Tina, you want her knocked up. I see that nasty little gleam in your eye."

"So. It's kinky. I have a kinky side too, you know."

"Am I to assume that you'll be dropping your plan for safeguarding her womb?"

"If Darlene makes no bones about safeguarding her womb, why should I?"

"We're getting deep here, Tina."

"Relax. If Darlene makes a fuss, I'll do what I can. If she doesn't, she's resigned. If she's resigned, why not let nature take its course? That's all I'm saying. I say we give Darlene a warmup. She needs to know where we stand, and you need to see what she has to offer your horny employer, not to mention her loving daddy. Tell me you're not dying to see that girl's naked tits, ass, and pussy."

"Are you suggesting we strip her, here, now?"

Tina stood and offered her hand, saying, "Come. Let's just play this by ear. Let me do all the talking. You just stand back and watch, and don't try to hide your erection. We have nothing to hide from her. We are now sexually exploitive parents. If we go through with this, there will be no getting around that fact, blackmail or no blackmail. We need to be convincing for Darlene's sake, so set your mind to that reality. She is expecting us to exploit her sexually. Hell, she practically begged us to exploit her."

They stopped outside Darlene's bedroom and exchanged looks that said, "Are we going through with this? Are we together?" They also exchanged looks that said, "Hell yes!"

Tina opened Darlene's door and the two eager parents walked in. Darlene sat up on her bed looking apprehensive. Tina advanced to the bed as Phil hung back with a good view. Tina stood looking down on Darlene with folded arms and said, "Darlene, we've made our decision. We are removing that burden. You are going to cooperate with Ed Greyson, and you will do whatever he wants you to do in order to sexually satisfy him. Furthermore, you'll do it without protection."

"Mom, I've been thinking about this. I can't. I just can't."

"You can and you will."

"Why me? What did I ever do?"

"You brought this on yourself, young lady. Parading your half naked body like a street corner hooker in the guise of a cheerleader. You've been trolling for perverts. I warned you. Well, now you hooked a big one, and we're going to help you reel him in."

"Mom, you can't be serious. I'm only sixteen. I'm still a virgin. Raymond and I might get married right after graduation. My friends say he's getting up the courage to pop the question. I can't risk getting pregnant, and he will expect a virgin. He won't understand."

"That's too bad. You should have thought about that before you began advertising your wares. Stand up." Darlene gave her mother a questioning look, then eased off the bed and stood before her. "Now strip! Remove everything."

"Mother! No!"

"I said strip and be quick about it."

When Darlene hesitated, Tina roughly took her daughter by the shoulders, gave her a firm shake, and repeated the command. Nervous fingers went to work on buttons, hooks, and zips. Clothing fell item by item as the most perfect teen hard-body slowly emerged into view. Phil stood mesmerized as each new morsel presented itself to his view. Tina analyzed Darlene's charms with a critical eye, then ordered her to lie down on the bed. Darlene laid stiffly on her back and tightened her muscles as her mother sat on the mattress at her hip, then moved to force Darlene's legs apart. Darlene cried out, "No, Mother! Don't!"

Tina reacted swiftly with a hard slap to Darlene's lower abdomen, leaving a bright red hand print. The sharp slap startled Phil, but Darlene's legs relaxed and were soon parted wide. Darlene covered her face with her hands and groaned as her mother touched her inflamed wet sex. She groaned and twisted when fingers wormed their way inside. Tina announced, "She's a virgin, but that's neither here nor there. I'm sure Ed will find her vagina satisfactory. We'll need to trim this unruly shag she has growing between her legs, though. Roll over, Darlene. Let's see if your anus is as receptive as your vagina."

"Mother! No! Not there, too."

Darlene received another hard slap, then reluctantly rolled to her stomach. Tina, once again, parted Darlene's legs, then said, "Now, reach back and pull your cheeks apart."

"No! This is awful. I won't do it! You can't make me."

Tina stood and turned to Phil, saying, "Give me your belt."

Phil's face went ashen. He said, "Tina, is this really..."

"Give me your belt, Phil."

Phil removed his one-inch wide belt as Darlene pleaded to be left alone. Tina folded the belt in half, then struck Darlene over both thighs. Darlene squealed then squealed repeatedly as the belt attacked her naked ass, thighs, and back. Tina delivered a dozen that left a light red impression wherever the belt landed. Darlene wailed, but never cried out for her mother to stop. Tina paused after the last strike to say, "Pull those cheeks apart, Darlene."

Darlene remained defiant. The next twelve left darker, angrier marks and brought forth tears. Tina ordered again, and Darlene's trembling hands slowly reached back and grasped handfuls of luscious ass flesh. She pulled to expose her pink, wrinkled anal rosebud. Tina dropped the belt and sat. Phil moved closer to observe the probing of his daughter's asshole with first one, then two fingers, gradually going in to the palm while Darlene grimaced and tensed. Tina said, "Yes, I think Ed will be especially pleased with Darlene's asshole."

Tina removed her fingers and stood, saying, "Now, roll over and spread those legs wide." Turning to Phil, Tina said, "Go get your shaving cream, a fresh razor, and a towel. If we're going to hand her over to a child molester, she will, at least, look presentable."

Neither Darlene nor Phil hesitated to comply, though Phil thought Darlene's pussy looked presentable as it was. Her fine blond hairs were anything but a shag and hid very little of her full and well-defined vaginal form. Still, he thought, watching Tina shave the girl's twat would be a real treat. While Phil went for the shaving items, Tina said to Darlene, "Was that too hard?"

"No, but I couldn't take it much harder. You're really going to go through with this, aren't you?"

"We must, but let's not discuss it. The decision's been made."

"All right, but I intend to resist every step of the way. Do whatever you feel you must, but don't expect any cooperation. If you use the belt on me again, and it doesn't look real, I'll fight even harder. I don't want anyone to think I'm doing this willingly, because I'm not."

"Don't worry, I will not be gentle. I rather enjoyed hitting you with a belt. You're the only one I've never had to take a belt to. You are in for a big surprise if you think you can maintain your defiant composure when a man is fucking you. Trust me, Darlene. Besides, I've had Ed Greyson, several times. He's no slouch in the sack. And another thing, I wouldn't be at all surprised if Bill and the others who signed statements were not rewarded with this." Tina patted Darlene on her still wide-spread twat.

Darlene looked down her torso to the hand still resting on her pussy after the pat. She then looked to her mother as a smile slowly formed on Tina's face. Darlene said, "I figured as much. You've done Bill, too, haven't you?"

"As if you didn't know. By the way, Bill is no slouch, either. He can make you curl your toes and howl like a banshee. It's not too late to change your mind. If we go any further, there will be no turning back."

"I told you, I can't make that choice."

"That's what I thought you'd say. Okay, your father is coming. It's show time."

Darlene's expression returned to one of mortified distress, and Tina appeared stern and serious. Phil looked nervous and uncertain as he set the bowl of warm water, towel, razor, and shave cream on Darlene's night stand. Tina said, "We'll need to tie her securely in a good position so she doesn't jerk and cause an accident. Fetch two of your old neck ties, Phil."

Phil dutifully left the room once again. Tina addressed Darlene, saying, "You'll probably like this, but not nearly as much as your father will. Would you like a bald pussy, or would you like me to leave a small tuft on your mound? I can shave that tuft in the shape of a heart like I do mine."

"Whatever you want, Mom. I don't want to be asked my opinion on anything. Just do whatever you want."

"In that case, I'll shave you bald. Maybe, when it starts growing out, I'll make a heart."

Phil returned with the ties, and Tina directed him in assisting her. They attached the ties to Darlene's ankles, then secured her ankles to the end caps of her headboard. This pulled Darlene's ass up and laid her wide open. With her head resting on a pillow, Darlene's chin rested on her chest with her clit twelve inches from her nose. Darlene could see most of the plane of her loins, almost to her anus. She marveled at a sight she'd only seen in a hand-held mirror.

Darlene made all the appropriate faces as her mother lewdly handled her raw sex in preparation for the shave. Tina was not the least bit professional in her approach. She massaged the girl's pussy, masturbating her daughter, in fact. Tina's fingers made repeated dips into the well of Darlene's sex. She pulled, rubbed, and teased the fleshy parts, especially the clit. Phil lost his inhibitions and stood looking over Tina's shoulder, missing nothing as Darlene hid her face in her hands, peering through the fingers and counting backward to stave off a rapidly building orgasm that would have proved most embarrassing.

The cool shaving cream, when it did come, saved Darlene that embarrassment, and just in the nick of time. The shave was slow and meticulous, taking five minutes to complete. Not a single hair follicle was left, not even around her asshole. Tina patted the crotch dry, then stood beside Phil to observe the effect. The effect was, to say the least, provocative. The aroused swollen tissues opened to reveal the pink oval and clit standing tall between her full labia lips. Darlene dropped her hands to share the sight. She also found her denuded twat provocative, but masked her true feelings with groans of despair.

Tina said to Phil, "Well, does she look fuckable?"

All Phil could do was nod while avoiding Darlene's eyes. Tina said, "Go ahead. Fuck her if you want. Ed probably isn't expecting a virgin, and he'd get a better fuck if she were broken in."

Both Phil and Darlene turned astonished eyes to Tina. Phil said, "I couldn't... Could I?"

Tina said, "I don't see why not. She'll lose her cherry anyway. Why not lose it to the one who pays the bills? She's in no position to argue the point, and if she does, she'll get twenty good ones across her ass. This position is good for both."

Darlene cut short her protest at this news as Phil seriously pondered a moral dilemma. Tina said, "Decide what you want to do, Phil, or I'm going to untie her."

Phil's dilemma ended. Without looking to Darlene, he dropped his pants and kicked off his shoes. Tina went for the KY jelly and returned as Phil knelt poised on the mattress at Darlene's ass, stroking his seven-inch erection, angled down toward her opening. Tina applied the jelly to her palm and stroked Phil's cock. She squeezed a long bead up Darlene's crack, then massaged that in. She then stood back and watched as Phil pressed the head of his cock down and into Darlene's virgin hole. Darlene stared openly at the obscene sight of her father's cock gaining gradual entry, causing her slight discomfort until the head pressed against her hymen.

Phil paused at that point. Darlene's grimace told him he was there, at the point of no return. He glanced to Tina and received her nod, then looked to Darlene for the first time. He said, "I'm sorry, Darlene, but I must." With that said, he did the unthinkable. His cock sank fast, taking his daughter's cherry in one hard lunge that made her cry out. He held still for a full minute, allowing Darlene to adjust, then began a slow short stroke. His stroke picked up speed and depth over the next few minutes until he was fucking his bound and helpless daughter like a drunk sailor fucks a Girl Scout.

Darlene tried hard not to show how delightful she found the novel sensation. To look in her face, you'd think she were enduring the unendurable with stoic determination. Her eyes, however, never left the scene of the crime. They revealed how astonished she was that her little pussy could so easily accommodate seven inches of cock as thick as her two thumbs pressed together, and that her own father could so callously slam into her with complete abandon. Had her father been able to hold out one minute longer, the orgasm she still tried to stave off by backward counting would have erupted like a dormant volcano.

As it was, she got to watch and feel jet after hot jet of her daddy's sperm douse her womb. After pumping the last jet into his daughter, Phil braced himself by placing both palms on Darlene's inner thighs, holding steady as he caught his breath. His wet pubic curls shrouded Darlene's clit for a full minute before he slowly pulled out. Owing to the downward angle, when his slimy dickhead emerged, his cock flipped up and threw a ropy strand of fuck juice that hit between Darlene's tits and continued up over her startled face, leaving a thin strand over her lips and cheek.

Phil's softening cock came to rest in the wet groove of Darlene's twat, like a hot dog in a bun. His shiny cock laid there mocking Darlene's lost virginity with its tiny, one-eyed, satisfied, vertical grin. Tina said, "Well, isn't this a pretty picture, and me without a camera." Tina picked up the towel and said, "Come on, cowboy. Out of the saddle. You gave her a good ride and a good look at your six-shooter. If she isn't impressed, now, she never will be. Let's get this mess cleaned up."

Tina gave the cock a wipe as Phil moved away, then she went to work, patting Darlene's pussy, giving the clit a good rubbing in the process. She then untied Darlene and helped her legs to the mattress. Darlene laid in a sprawl, mindless of her spread as pink-tainted semen seeped from her abused pussy hole. Tina laid the folded towel under Darlene's ass, then left the room with Phil.

Once in the hall, with the door shut behind them, the passion Tina had been holding back exploded. She pinned Phil to the wall and dropped to her knees. She engulfed his slimy wet cock as Phil looked down in stunned disbelief. After a quick suck, Tina licked his crotch, nuzzled his groin, and kissed his balls. Slowly, with her cheek resting against his wilted member, Tina looked up and smiled, saying, "Oh, God, that was fantastic. You creamed her pussy good, you bastard. And I thought you'd pull out. I loved it. She tastes as good as she looks, too."

"We're sick, Tina. I hope you know that."

"I know. I love being sick, and I intend to get sicker when Ed gets here on Wednesday. It was all I could do to keep from going down on the bitch after you pumped her shaved beaver full of sperm."

"If you do that after Ed fucks her, we'll need to put our kids in therapy."

"Bullshit! They'd love it, and you know it."

"Don't you even think about it, Tina. We can't be getting involved. We can't be seen as willing parties to this."

"Why not; we are. Why hide it? We're not going to hide it from Darlene."

"Well, we must hide it from the others. We're the adults, remember. We're the parents."

"Yes, horny parents." Tina got to her feet and said, "You're trying to take the moral high ground again. May I remind you that you just raped your daughter, and now she's probably pregnant with your child."

"That wasn't rape, and you know it."

"Funny, I didn't hear Darlene say, 'Fuck me, Daddy! Please take my cherry and cum in my virgin pussy. I want your baby.' And I seem to recall her being tied up and beaten with a belt. I'm sorry, Phil, but that defines rape. Live with it. I'm sure you'll rape her again as soon as you can get it up. Deny it!" Tina stood with folded arms and said, "Well?"

"All right. I raped her. I will probably rape her again if you are agreeable."

"I'm agreeable as long as you don't so much as lift an eyebrow at what I do. Agreed?"

"All right, damnit, but I don't like it."

"What? You don't like fucking Darlene?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking about, Tina. You think this gives you a carte blanche to screw anybody you want. Right?"

"I've had that, Phil. No, I just want it out in the open from now on. I'd like to fuck in front of the kids if the mood strikes me. The closest I've come is to walk Bill to the door after sex wearing a short towel with his cum running down my legs."

"My God, Tina! Are you insane?"

"Not at all. The kids love seeing me naked. I walk around in the raw all the time. They know I'm fucking Bill. So what if they see the evidence. It is a huge turnon for all of us, I assure you. You'd be more shocked if you knew how long I paraded around in that condition after he leaves."

"How long?"

"Sometimes hours, sometimes without the towel. I'm walking, stooping, bending, sitting, doing housework, and all the while with four sets of hungry eyes devouring the sight of my freshly-shaved, juicy twat leaking sperm, put there by my lover's cock."

"Jesus Christ, Tina!"

"I'm sick; what can I say?" Tina pressed her body close to Phil's and reached for his stiffening cock, saying, "Oh, I see this turns you on. We must both be sick. Say, Darlene still has her asshole cherry. What say we take care of that, too? I know how you love a good butt fuck. That girl's colon feels like it's filled with warm butter. You can pull out and cum in her pussy for all I care."

While pondering this enticing suggestion, Tina stroked his dick to full hardness. After a few dozen strokes, Phil said, "Let's do it."

They did, and retied Darlene in the same position to do it. This time, Darlene put up a stiff struggle. After a sound whipping on her ass, thighs, belly, tits, and back, Darlene offered no resistance. While Phil enjoyed his daughter's delightful ass, Tina stripped down and masturbated in a chair pulled up to the bedside. Darlene was torn between looking to her left or to her cock-stuffed ass. Her attention was drawn to her crotch when Phil pulled out, then poised the head of his dick at her pussy to jack off his load inside. Darlene groaned as she felt more of her father's sperm flooding her fertile womb.

When the two departed, they left Darlene tied spread-eagled to her bed. An hour later, thirty minutes before the kids were due home from school, they returned to teach Darlene how to suck a dick. Darlene lost all three cherries in the space of two hours. At Tina's insistence, they left Darlene tied to the bed. After hearing what Tina had planned, Phil chose not to be home when the kids arrived.

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As each child entered the house, Tina called them over to join her at the dining table. There, she laid out the entire situation, and told them they had no choice but to hand Darlene over to Ed Greyson to use as he pleased. To say the least, Darlene's siblings were astonished. They had not fully digested this news before Tina began telling them that they had to force Darlene's cooperation. Their mouths were agape as Tina described the several beatings she had to administer on Darlene's tied and naked body.

Tina let this sink in and watched each child mull over the bizarre information. Jack, who had always been his kid sister's protector, who admired and loved her, worshipped her as a goddess, who had been in six fights in his life, all with boys who said nasty things about Darlene, had no fight in him. The prospect of moving to Georgia, of his father being jailed, outweighed his concerns for Darlene.

Randy was less concerned for Darlene, or moving, or having a dad in jail. His mischievous eyes reflected growing interest in the future.

Babette took the news the hardest. Darlene was her hero, her idol. She wanted to be just like Darlene. Her world was shattered, and she tried not to blame her mother. Clearly, the budding young teen was having difficulty digesting what she'd heard. She glanced frequently toward Darlene's bedroom with looks of growing concern and pity.

Tina left them to their own thoughts for a few seconds, then said, "I'm sorry this had to happen, but Darlene was warned. She wanted to be a cheerleader more than anything, and it was that obscene uniform that got us in this situation. I don't feel sorry for her, and neither should any of you. Now, we need to discuss how we're going to handle this as a family. We must all be united. If Darlene sees that we are of a single mind, it will be easier for her to accept her fate. She must accept her fate, or she will continue to receive the beatings."

Randy said, "I'm with you, Mom. She deserves it."

Tina said, "Jack?"

"I suppose. Like you said, what choice do we have?"

"Babette?"

"I don't want to watch."

"You have no choice. We all have to watch. Mr. Greyson insists."

"He's a pervert."

"Yes he is, but that's beside the point. Do you accept this? Will you do your part?"

"What's my part besides looking?"

"We must all put pressure on Darlene to accept her fate. We must treat Darlene like a whore. That is exactly what she will be, whether she likes it or not."

Randy said, "No problem. I always treat her like a whore."

Jack said, "You're the pervert, Randy. You panty sniffer."

Tina said, "No more of that, Jack. Randy has the right attitude. If he wants to sniff her panties, he can sniff them while she has them on, and Darlene better spread her legs wide and let him. Of course, she probably won't be wearing panties again. Not for a long time, anyway."

Babette said, "She'll wear them to school, won't she?"

"No she won't. Everyone knows that the whores at the high school don't wear panties. I don't wear panties, and neither will Darlene. Sending her off to school without panties is as good as making her wear an I-am-a-whore sign."

Randy said, "Are you saying you're a whore, Mom?"

"You kids have all seen me taking men into my bedroom when your father is at work. What do you think we're doing in there, playing Scrabble?"

Jack smiled nervously. Babette looked down, blushing. Randy smiled mischievously and said, "We know you and Bill don't play Scrabble."

Tina ruffled Randy's hair, smiled, and said, "What do you think we do? It's all right. Say it."

"You fuck." Randy saw Tina smile broadly, then added, "Bill fucks you in the pussy." When her eyes lit up, he added, "You let him shoot his sperm in your pussy, too."

Tina laughed and said, "Yes he does, and he fucks my pussy very good. The next time he stops by, you can all watch. You can all watch him fuck Darlene as well. We have two whores in the family, now, and all our secrets will be out in the open; at least, within the family they will be."

Randy beamed and said, "What about Babette? Can't she be a whore, too?"

Babette shot Randy a dirty look. Tina said, "She can if she wants. The more the merrier."

Babette looked to her mother with a wrinkled brow and said, "Do you mean it, Mom? Are you serious?"

"Of course. Why not. You have a pussy, don't you?"

Jack said, "Mom, she's only thirteen."

Tina said, "Oh, and thirteen-year-old girls don't have pussies, I suppose."

Randy laughed and said, "She has one, but it's not as nice as yours or Darlene's."

Tina said, "I'm sure it's very nice. Babette, don't let Randy get to you. You do what you want. If you want to join me and Darlene, you can. If you don't, that's fine too. Either way, you will participate, even if only to observe."

"Okay, I'll look, but I don't think I'm ready for anything else."

Randy said, "Hey, Mom, can I go look at Darlene? She's still naked, right?"

"Yes, and yes. In fact, let's all go look in on Darlene. She's quite a sight. Feel free to touch her as well, anywhere you like. In fact, I want to see all three of you looking and touching. We have to get her used to being looked at and touched before Mr. Greyson arrives. This is all part of helping her to adjust, so don't be bashful when we get in there. Anything goes, so if you've ever had fantasies about Darlene, now's your chance to live them. That goes for you, too, Babette."

"Me, why would I fantasize about Darlene?"

"Don't try to fool me, Babette. I was a thirteen-year-old girl once myself. I thought about other girls all the time. I dreamed about kissing pretty girls between their legs and licking their pussies. I know how much you admire Darlene. Don't try to tell me you haven't thought about kissing Darlene's pussy. I know damn well you want to lick mine. You stare at my pussy as hard as the boys do."

Babette turned deep red, but did not challenge her mother's bold assumptions. Tina managed to turn herself on like she never had before. Impulsively, she stood and shucked her dress. She was naked beneath the dress, and moved before Babette. Tina placed one hand on the back of Babette's head and pulled gently while thrusting forth her loins, saying, "Go ahead, Babette. Give my pussy one good long lick, just to break the ice before going in to see Darlene. You know you want to."

Jack peered around Tina's right hip, watching Babette's head move closer under the gentle pressure. Randy climbed onto the table and laid prone with his head hovering near the scene of impending contact, taunting, "Do it, Babette. Lick Mom's pussy. Give it ten licks. I dare you. You're chicken."

Babette turned her head to fire back, "I am not chicken." She then allowed her head to merge with her mother's twat as Tina widened her knees. The first lick was quick and tentative, but each one that followed grew in duration and intensity as Babette went lower each time. By her fifth lick, Babette reached deep between her mother's legs and drew her flattened tongue up through the wet furrow, clear over the heart-shaped tuft of short hairs. Randy kept count of the licks.

Tina was thrilled by Babette's efforts, and stopped her after the sixth lick. She pulled Babette from her chair and took the seat herself. Once seated, Tina made a wide-spread beaver and beckoned Babette to resume.

Babette dropped to her knees and pressed her face full in her mother's beaver. She licked slowly, avoiding the hair which drew the count. The last four licks took several minutes to complete and brought Tina to orgasm on the ninth. The tenth lick was spent licking the spend from her mother's hole as Tina rubbed her clit in an effort to bring down more pussy cream and prolong the delicious act. The last lick lasted for several minutes.

When Babette sat back on her heels, Tina slumped in her seat. She smiled with her legs still held wide and said, "I dare you to do that to Darlene. Make her cum, then lick up all of her pussy juice just like you did for me. I'll be sitting on her face while you do it. If you do good, and you are willing to get naked, I'll make her do you afterward. Do we have a deal?"

"I guess, but do I have to get naked in front of Randy and Jack?"

"Of course. They want to see your cute little titties and pussy. Don't you, boys?" Both boys nodded eagerly. Babette smiled bashfully.

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Darlene laid in a stupor. Her mind reeled from the bizarre situation she found herself in. She still had the taste of her father's sperm in her mouth, and she imagined the feel of billions of the tiny swimmers frantically searching her vaginal cavity for the entrance to her womb and the fertile egg she knew laid within. Anxiety grew to unbearable levels as she struggled against her bindings, desperate to wash her womb and brush her teeth.

A period of useless struggle always preceded a period of relaxed surrender, wherein she could think more clearly with less panic. Darlene went into a total slump and exhaled a long breath. She thought about the salty, slightly chlorine taste in her mouth and decided it wasn't all that bad. Always, the image of her mother's face appeared at those times. Darlene never saw that face before--maniacal in its intensity, childlike in its desire to see more, to go farther, get nastier and dirtier--the look of a woman possessed with sex.

Darlene knew her mother had this side to her nature. They all knew she was an adulterer who flaunted her infidelity, an exhibitionist who enjoyed shocking her children. Darlene had, indeed, been shocked many times. Seeing her mother walk about the house naked was always shocking, especially the way she'd sit making a beaver that exposed her shaved labia lips. Most shocking of all was when she took to doing so after having sex with their horny neighbor, Bill.

Still, Darlene had never seen her more obsessed as when her father raped her, twice, then returned for blow job lessons. Darlene's strongest mental image was of her mom, with one hand holding up her head with the other holding the root of Phil's cock as she directed Darlene in her sucking efforts. They were cheek to cheek throughout the blow job with Tina licking Phil's cock and Darlene's lips, sometimes pushing her tongue in alongside her father's cock. When his cock began spewing out its load of sperm, Tina's tongue was there to share the bizarre sensation as jet after jet doused both tongues and filled Darlene's oral cavity.

Strangest of all was the lewd kiss she had to hold with her mother after the cock retreated. Their lips sealed in a lover's kiss as Tina's tongue danced in the sperm and teased Darlene's tongue, cheeks, gums, and teeth, painting everything with her father's sperm before easing up to tell Darlene to begin slowly swallowing. The tongue then returned to scoot sperm toward the back of Darlene's throat, herding sperm to the gullet.

Darlene had to admit to herself that she found this last act obscenely pleasant. Feeling her mother's tongue deep in her mouth, deeper than any tongue had ever been, forced into a wide, open-mouthed kiss to accommodate her aroused mother while her father hovered over them while fingering her pussy, masturbating her clit, urging her to, "Eat Daddy's cum, baby."

Darlene found herself responding to the lewd treatment. She pressed into the kiss with her mouth as wide as she could get it. Her loins lifted up to receive her father's fingers, and she sucked her mother's tongue. The orgasm, when it came, was the best ever. She was beyond being embarrassed at this point, and freely gave vent to her passions. The embarrassment came afterward as her two parents stood beside the bed, naked, beaming with satisfied grins.

Darlene fought against the idea that she was more like her mother than she ever realized. She struggled against her bonds, wondering why she was still tied naked to the bed, knowing that her brothers and sister were home being told something, something awful. Darlene said aloud, "Mother, please don't do what I think you're going to do. Please don't let them see me like this. Don't let them see you like this. They've seen enough of you as it is."

No sooner did Darlene get this out then her door opened. Randy's smiling face was the first she saw, and her heart stopped. Babette and Jack followed on his heels, but they weren't smiling. Tina was last, and stood leaning, naked, in the doorway, smiling her lecherous smile as Randy bounded onto the bed and went right for Darlene's vulnerable tits and pussy. He shoved his two middle fingers up her twat while crudely mauling her tits with his other hand.

Darlene knew that pleading with her mother would be a waste of breath, but she had to plead, saying, "Mother, please don't do this. Please stop him. This is so embarrassing."

Tina calmly said, "Why, Darlene? Are you afraid he'll make you cum again? Is that what you find so embarrassing? We know you're not shy about exposing your body to the student body, so that must be it."

Darlene groaned when Randy focused on her beaver with both hands, pulling her lips apart roughly. The cool air wafting over membranes that never saw the light of day told her how much the others could see. Fingers hooked in her pussy hole made her vaginal cavity suck air when he pulled in opposite directions. Randy shouted, "Hey, it looks like she's been fucked already. There's sperm in there."

Tina said, "That sperm belongs to your father. He took the liberty of breaking her in. I must say, he broke her in very well, her asshole, too."

This promptly brought those same fingers to her asshole with the same results. Air filled her packed colon and Darlene groaned in despair while turning her head away from everyone. Before they left her field of view, Darlene noticed Jack and Babette peering in for a look between her legs. She heard her mother move to the bed, then felt hands, many hands exploring her body. Hands were everywhere. She could not count them, but eight was the number in her mind. Those hands awakened the animal part of her brain, and Darlene slowly brought her head back and laid limp in their lewd embrace.

Randy said, "Can I fuck her?" Tina said, "It's may I fuck her, and you certainly may, in whatever orifice pleases you."

"Oh boy! I want some pussy--Darlene pussy."

Randy climbed off the bed to get naked. Getting naked did not take long. His clothing verily dissolved from his body. His five-inch prick showed his eager excitement. Randy jumped on the bed and fell over Darlene. He looked in her face and said, "I'm going to fuck you, Sis, you whore. I'm going to fuck you good and cum in your pussy."

Darlene turned her head away and tried to heave him off, but her clit eagerly awaited his five-inch offering. Her womb swelled to receive sibling sperm.

Hands continued their maddening assault wherever her flesh was accessible. Her tits became accessible as Randy got up on stiff arms to pound her pussy. Jack moved to the other side of the bed to more easily fondle her right tit. Babette had the left to herself. Darlene could not look anywhere without being confronted with the leering eyes of a family member. Seeing Jack acting like the others was hardest to bear, so Darlene centered her head. Just before closing her eyes, she caught sight of her mother bringing her right knee up to rest beside Darlene's left ear.

The sight of her mother's yawning pussy was a familiar one, but never so close, a mere inches away and closer to her nose and mouth than her eyes. She could even smell her mother's aroused sex, a scent she did not find offensive, but did find obscene. With her eyes closed, the wet finger digging at her tightly pursed lips brought momentary alarm.

Realizing that further resistance was futile, and with the nails of those slimy fingers hurting her lips, Darlene relaxed her mouth and let her jaw hang open an inch. Those fingers entered her mouth and the slime was wiped on her tongue with Tina's lewd words ringing in her ears, "Here, sweetheart. Have some nice, warm pussy cream to go along with your fucking."

Again and again, those fingers brought fresh deposits to her mouth, and Darlene had taste to go with smell. The taste was not offensive either but much more obscene. Being hand-fed directly from her mother's pussy was almost too much for Darlene's mind to accept, but the maddening sensations from her groin and tits soon had her sucking and licking those fingers. Her passive acceptance of those fingers brought immediate comments from her siblings. Each called her a whore, or a pussy-loving whore. When she heard Jack say, "She really loves your pussy, Mom. She must really be a whore to go after it the way she is," Darlene gave up pretending otherwise.

Darlene opened her eyes, stared at the fingers digging in her mother's crotch, then lifted her head to meet them with an open mouth. Tina gradually made Darlene strain to get the fingers, leading her to the source until Darlene found herself licking fingers that were still digging in maternal pussy, licking pussy and fingers together, mindless of anyone watching her lewd behavior.

Tina made the act easier and more obscene by placing her right foot on the far side of Darlene's head with the other still on the floor. This placed the full spread of her cunt within reach, and Darlene lapped the full spread as Tina held her cunt lips open for her daughter. The sight of Darlene straining to get her tongue deep in their mother's cunt hole was too much for Randy. He blasted his load deep as Darlene arched up to receive it.

Randy eased out but another cock, a bigger cock, immediately took its place. Jack fucked her hard and deep right from the start, and rapidly brought on an orgasm that had been lying just under the surface. Darlene almost bucked Jack off in her wild pelvic gyrations. Her pussy seemed to be nursing his dick as she moaned passionately into her mother's beaver.

Jack did not last long watching Darlene sucking their mother while heaving her cunt up to meet his thrusts. He filled her to overflowing, then eased off. Babette stared at a very sloppy twat, but still the prettiest twat she'd ever imagined. Despite the sperm, she responded to her mother's urging, and got between Darlene's legs on her belly. When Darlene felt warm breath on her excited membranes, she stopped eating pussy to look down her torso. There, she saw Babette inching forward. The sight shocked Darlene, but she could do nothing more than watch. Tina climbed off and stood at the bedside to watch along with the others.

Everyone was gathered at Darlene's wide-spread legs as Babette inched closer, planting kisses on Darlene's wet inner thighs. The taunts started with Randy, but Tina, and Jack soon joined in with, "Eat her cunt, Babette. Suck that pussy, girl!"

Babette responded and took a lap up Darlene's slimy slit. Darlene moaned and widened her knees, clearly wanting more. She got more as Babette licked in earnest, cleaning the mess her brothers made with a little pink tongue that lost all shyness. Babette was soon licking Darlene's twat as Darlene had licked their mother's, going deep with her face pressed tightly to the center. Darlene watched intently until the bed jostled by a heavy weight, alerting her that Tina had mounted the bed. Darlene watched as her mother straddled her head in a wide stance. Darlene looked into the core of her mother's sex as that core descended lower and lower until a beaver blocked everything. Tina hovered in a low squat facing Darlene's feet. When the downward motion ceased, Darlene's head lifted to close the six-inch gap. Tina rocked her pelvis over the reaching tongue, smiling at her two boys who were lying with their heads on Darlene's chest, licking nipples while gazing at the lewd sight of Darlene lapping mother cunt.

Darlene was lost in a sea of incestuous lust. She could not get enough of pussy or cock. She wanted them all in every imaginable position and combination. She found herself longing for her father to return so he could fuck another load of paternal sperm in her very receptive cunt. She had a craving for more of his sperm in her womb, and resolved to give him the responsive fuck he deserved. She further resolved to ease his mind by begging him to cum in her pussy. The idea of begging for her father's baby brought on a climax that she ground out on Babette's face.

Watching Darlene wipe her cunt on Babette's face triggered Tina's climax, and she sat on Darlene's mouth. She ended by wiping her sloppy twat all over Darlene's face while Darlene did as Babette had done. She held her head steady to facilitate the wiping. This is the scene Phil walked in on.

Tina urged Phil to strip. When the others joined in with a chant, Phil stripped with a growing smile. Tina and Babette relinquished Darlene to him and gathered around the bed with Randy and Jack, joining in the chant, "Fuck her, Daddy."

Phil stood at the foot of the bed between Darlene's legs, stroking his cock with a lecherous grin. Darlene looked down at the sight and began undulating her loins in sensuous offering, saying, "Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck my horny pussy. Cum in my pussy, Daddy. I'll be a good girl now, Daddy. I want you to make me pregnant."

Phil was delighted, and quickly crawled to the inviting spread. He centered his cock at Darlene's receptive hole, then sank in to the balls. Darlene took over and fucked herself on his stationary cock, begging for his seed. Phil fucked his passionate daughter for twenty minutes before giving her his seed. When he came, he arched back with his hands on his ass as Darlene ground her cunt to his groin, crying, "Yes, pump it deep. Give me all your cum, Daddy. Shoot it right into my fucking womb."

Phil did his best, then eased out. He joined the others looking down on Darlene's sprawled, cum-leaking body. Darlene looked drained and exhausted, but she had a contented, satisfied smile on her face. She looked from one to the other while keeping her legs parted to the limits of her bindings. Her pussy was the focus of their attention, and she wished she could see what they saw. Darlene smiled as Tina turned to Phil and said, "Well, what do you think of our family whore now?"

Phil said, "I never would have believed this in a million years, Tina, but you were absolutely right about her. She's a natural. Ed and his buddies are going to love our little whore."

Babette said, "What about me? I want to be a whore, too."

Phil looked pleasantly surprised, then looked to Tina with questioning eyes. Tina said, "Then you will be, Babette."

"Mom, you said you'd make Darlene eat my pussy if I got naked. I'm ready."

"Then get naked and give her your pussy. I don't think I need to force Darlene to eat your pretty pussy, sweetheart. I will if necessary."

They all watched Babette attempt a self-conscious sexy strip. Babette blushed as her training bra came off, then the blush deepened as she shucked her panties to reveal an almost hairless slit. She quickly mounted the bed and copied Tina's act by straddling Darlene's head then squatting low. Darlene did not hesitate. She met the little pussy and gave them a show of eager twat lapping. Babette's eyes crossed right before she fell forward and got into a sixty-nine with Darlene. The two ate each other to orgasm, then remained to lap each other's spends.

When they were through, Darlene was untied but told to remain naked. Darlene listened attentively as Tina laid out new rules for her. Darlene did not bat an eye at the obscene rules she had to live by at home:

1. Your knees must never be closer than two feet except when walking.

2. Any time you see a hard dick or naked pussy, you must drop to your knees and suck it.

3. Whenever you sit in someone's company, you must masturbate.

4. At meal times, you will serve the food, then get beneath the table and serve our genitals with your mouth.

5. While you are ovulating, you must keep your womb full of sperm, and never wipe the sperm from your cunt. You will proudly keep your spermy twat on display at all times, even if we have visitors.

Tina said, "You must also cut the crotch out of your cheerleader leotards and wear them to school tomorrow on game day. Furthermore, you will perform in that uniform during the game and suffer whatever embarrassment and consequences that result. Is that clear, Darlene?"

Darlene did raise an eyebrow at Tina's last order, but that order was not part of the daily rules. Darlene started to protest, but seeing her mother's firm attitude, and the lust-filled eyes of the others, including her father, she cast her eyes to the floor and meekly nodded. Tina smiled and said, "Make the modification, now, then model the new uniform. In fact, do your routine for us." Darlene dutifully went off to comply.

The modification was a huge hit, and she received applause for her beaver-to-the-sky spread. The jump and spread had to be repeated dozens of times until everyone had their fill, satisfied that Darlene would offer the fans an obscene performance at the game. By the time Darlene had exposed her naked twat ten times, she was eager for game time.

That eagerness dissolved the following morning after Darlene donned the obscene uniform. With a pleated skirt that barely went past her ass cheeks, Darlene did not see how she could leave the house, much less attend classes. She'd only recently adjusted to sitting through classes with her leotard-covered crotch on display. With her pussy shaved bald, and with no covering, her displays would cause riots. At any other school, she knew she'd never make it past first period. Darlene, however, knew very well that she'd sit through every period. She also knew that her modifications would not get her kicked off the squad. She did not even want to think about the game when half the town would be in the stands.

Darlene left the house knowing that her life would be forever changed after the first student caught sight of her naked cunt. The very people--teachers, administrators, parents, or the school principal--who were supposed to prevent such outlandish behavior, would rejoice at winning over another whore to amuse themselves with. Raymond was likely to be the only person to be upset, even devastated by her transformation to the ranks of school whores.

News traveled fast after the first wind gust exposed her to a small crowd gathered outside, waiting for the first period bell. By noon, everyone in school knew. Crowds of kids followed her wherever she went, flipping up her skirt as she walked. Raymond had nothing to say to Darlene. By game time, the stands were full, almost as full as the homecoming game had been. Ed, having received the good news from Phil that morning, was in the stands along with a group of men from the plant, including their neighbor, Bill. Darlene had instructions to go with them following the game. They were to all meet at the Smith home for an after game orgy.

Everyone was on pins and needles, waiting for the first routine to feature the popular jump and spread, none more so than Darlene, but for different reasons. Having had her pussy stared at all day was little consolation as no one had seen her spread beaver in all its glory. The jump and spread featured her spread beaver.

The first time Darlene had to perform the obscene jump, her legs almost gave out. The jump was clumsy and she did not recover in time. She, in fact, stumbled backwards and fell on her ass, rolling to her back, offering an even better spread that lasted longer. The crowd jumped to their feet with cheers as though the team scored a touchdown. People from the visiting side began filtering over. By the fifth routine, Darlene didn't care anymore. By the tenth, she put everything into the jump.

In the middle of her prolonged beaver-to-the-sky hand stand, a shot rang out from the stands, stopping the game. From her inverted position, Darlene saw Ed slump forward in his seat. A man stood behind him holding a smoking gun. The game ended.

The Smiths took Darlene home. The car was deathly silent. When they entered the house, Tina sent the kids to their rooms. When all were behind closed doors, Phil said, "Jesus Christ! What do we do, now, Tina? We've ruined her for nothing."

"I know, I know. Look, the damage is done. Ed or no Ed, we've made her a whore. I say nothing has changed. The kids at school won't let her return to her old self. She's marked. Raymond will never speak to her again. I say, we have a whore, and I say we keep her that way."

"But how can we? The reason is gone."

"Who needs a reason? We want a whore. That's all there is to it. We can't go back to treating her differently, any more than the people at her school can. The thing to do is to march right in her room and make that clear to her."

"You're right. I'll get the kids. We may be getting visitors. A murder won't bother Bill. We may still have that orgy after all."

Phil was right, cars began arriving ten minutes later. Darlene accepted her fate and performed admirably under the circumstances. She was a bit surprised when Raymond showed up willing to take sloppy twenty-fifths, even more surprised that he brought his parents, more surprised still when he asked her if she'd go down on his mother while fucking his father, and surprised out of her ever-lovin' whore mind when, after doing so, and while she was still on her hands and knees licking his mother's pussy with his father's spent cock still lodged in her twat, he proposed marriage.

She paused in her licking to shout, "Fuck yes! But I will always be the family whore."

She wasn't the least surprised when he said, "You've got a deal, but you'll have a much bigger family."

Darlene returned to lapping the biggest pussy she'd ever seen while trying to vaginally milk another cock stand out of the biggest cock she'd ever taken, secure in the knowledge that her fiancee was right in more ways than one.


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Posted:  1999-07-09
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