****** A Friend in Need by Phil Phantom ******
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A Friend in Need


We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a decade ago. We bought
our 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago. We've added on, built a pool, deck,
sauna, weight room, and den. Our neighbors are jealous, but they're still
friends. We've known most of them from the beginning - four couples especially.
They've all been through tough times. Cheryl and I have helped them all from
time to time. I'm lucky, I suppose. I'm a top-notch salesman. I'm never out of
work or money, and I'm also free with my money.

My friends think I'm generous to a fault. When we go out as a group, I always
grab the check. We entertain a great deal. Our home is like a yuppie
playground. The drinks are free, the music is sixties/seventies, and there's no
need to drive home drunk. Either stagger home or crash where you are.

Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew them from high school. Frank is
an auto mechanic; Rachel sells Avon - mostly to Cheryl. Cheryl is fucking Frank
fairly regularly, and I've had the pleasure of bopping Rachel a few times when
she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is bisexual. She's had Rachel more than I have, but
only when Rachel gets shit-faced. Rachel gets teased about that a great deal.
She's straight as an arrow with a body that is anything but straight.

Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez keeps the books. I
loaned them the money to start their business. They paid back the principle,
but Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by periodically depositing her tongue
between Cheryl's legs. Ed paid interest as well, making sperm deposits in
Cheryl's sperm bank. Though the debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying
interest. Ed and Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have
to be considered the only plain one in the bunch and she's a little on the
chubby side. I've never fucked Inez, probably never will.

David and Sue are holy rollers. They never miss church, though they've given up
on winning converts from any of us. David is the only guy that has never fucked
my wife, though she tries to get him to mount her; but then again, my horny
wife tries to get everything with a hard dick to mount her. David has a hard
dick most of the time, bit keeps his marital vows.

Sue, on the other hand, will lift her skirt and spread her legs at the snap of
my finger. I had to use a little friendly blackmail to condition her - a few
immodest pictures taken at a drunken bash on New Years Eve 1986 did the trick.
Sue needs an excuse to commit adultery; but GOD, can that woman commit
adultery! She's a genuine three-holer holy roller. Praise the Lord!

She's also the mother of my second child, two-year-old Jennifer. This caused
quite a scandal within their church. I have fire red hair. Dave and Sue are
both brunettes. Jennifer has fire red hair. Dave just started returning to the
group last year, though Sue never left. Dave turns a blind eye to his wife's
infidelity. I get a big kick out of making it difficult for him to do so. I
knocked his wife up on purpose. Don't get me wrong. I like Dave. I like fucking
with him even more.

Getting her pregnant was easy. I simply told her to get off the pill and avoid
sex with Dave during ovulation. I ordered her to track her cycles for me and
report to me for twice-daily screwings at those times when she was most
fertile. She put up a mild fuss, swore she couldn't, but the next day, she
presented me with her pills and a chart. When she was ripe, she reported twice
a day, spread her legs, and let me pump her full of cum. Like I say, it was
pretty fucking easy.

Sue is my whore and I treat her as such. Cheryl gets a kick out of that; hell,
we all do. Okay, Dave don't, but that's the cross he bears. Those born-agains
love bearing crosses, and I love building crosses for them to bear. Sue has
resisted my attempts to get her and Cheryl together. She's weakening, though.

And last, but certainly not least, Neal and Diane. Neal was everybody's best
friend, a regular party animal. He had a joke for every occasion, the life of
every party. He and my wife were lovers before he married Diane four years ago.
Diane was by far the most attractive woman in our group. She was also the
youngest at twenty four, the most educated, the most cultured, and the most
reserved. She was a trophy catch for Neal, but she never did fit in with our
group. We tried, but she always looked and felt out of place, but god what a
looker.

She stands five two, has a full head of silky brown hair down to her ass, and
has a figure that stops express trains (38-22-36). Rachel gives Diane Avon
cosmetics to wear just for the free advertisement. Diane has rare beauty that,
depending on how she wore her clothes and makeup, would make her look right at
home on the cover of Cosmopolitan or Hustler.

Frankly, Diane could make a mud pack look good. She has perfect white teeth,
huge brown eyes, and full lips. I'm a leg man, and I've never seen finer legs
on any woman. Unfortunately, Diane doesn't mess around, drink, or have any
vices to exploit.

Diane was the newest member of our group, but after four years, she never did
fit in. Actually, Dave never fit in either but for different reasons. The two
would talk for hours on end - philosophy, art, religion - while the rest of us
would be rolling in puke, half naked.

We were excited by her addition, but soon realized - like Dave - she'd never
loosen up. We have been salivating over her ever since she arrived on the
scene.

Neal died in a car wreck three months ago. He was a great guy but a lousy
driver and lousier gambler. He had no life insurance and owed a fortune in
gambling debts. Diane had never worked a day in her life, had no family to turn
to, and we were her only friends. When they came to foreclose on the house,
naturally, we took her in. What are friends for?

During that first week, she was treated as a guest. As we got to know her
better. Once we realized how dire her circumstances were, we began seeing her
in a different light. She was helpless on her own and frightened of the outside
world. All she wanted to do was read and tend the garden. When it became clear
that Diane had no plans to leave, Cheryl was the first to suggest that we make
Diane work for her keep.

This idea of Cheryl's came after repeated rejects to her advances. Cheryl
doesn't take rejection well from people she feels owe her. I tried to put the
make on Diane myself, but grounded out at first base.

Cheryl never gave up and got angrier with each rejection. By the end of that
first week, Cheryl wanted to make Diane a domestic servant. She said she could
train the bitch. The idea struck me as cold and heartless, but when my wife
described the uniform she had in mind, I smiled and told her to go for it.

At dinner that evening, Cheryl dropped the bomb on our sexy live-in house
guest. Diane sat meekly listening as Cheryl explained the necessity of either
sending her away, or putting her to work. Diane's submissive acceptance
inspired Cheryl to sharpen her tone. Before long, she came across as a strict
task master, warning and threatening Diane. Cheryl offered work in exchange for
room and board and a small allowance.

Frankly, I was embarrassed, so was our son. Jason was seventeen and Diane's
presence in the house had him in tight pants most of the time. He revered Diane
and treated her like a goddess. Hearing his mother talking to her like a low-
life domestic boggled his mind. Seeing Diane accept this treatment and abuse,
boggled all our minds. I couldn't imagine any woman taking that shit, much less
a babe like Diane. Hell, she could walk out our door and be shacked up with
some wealthy playboy that evening.

By the time Cheryl was through, tears flowed down Diane's cheeks. To add insult
to injury, Cheryl told her that it was not proper for domestics to eat with the
family. She told her to take her plate to the kitchen. Diane looked so
dejected, so hurt and humiliated, like the bottom had completely dropped out of
her life.

I was just about to stop the charade and comfort the distraught girl when Diane
hung her head, picked up her dinner, and departed. When she was out of ear
shot, I looked to Cheryl and started to speak. She shushed me with a raised
hand, and said, "Don't say anything, Red. I know what I'm doing."

She looked to Jason who stared at her with an angry scowl. She said, "Do you
like her, Jason?" He nodded with a set jaw. "Would you like to see what she
looks like naked?" His jaw relaxed. He swallowed hard and nodded. "If I am
successful, you'll get more than a peek at her soft and jiggly parts." Jason
turned to me and said, "Let Mom handle this, Dad. She knows what she's doing."

The boy thinks with the head of his dick, but so did I at his age. For old
time's sake, I was thinking with my dick, too. I said, "She's all yours,
Cheryl. I wish you'd go slower, but I'm staying out of this completely."

Cheryl began at once to train Diane. She started with the clean-up after dinner
and dogged her until late in the evening. Diane could do no right. Cheryl
brought her to tears several times. My wife reminded me of a drill sergeant at
boot camp - loud, degrading, demeaning, and authoritative. What's more, Diane
reminded me of a young trainee - frightened, nervous, unsure, moldable.

Jason and I cringed when Cheryl first slapped Diane across the face for not
addressing her as Ma'am. This was not a simple slap, but a head jarring blow
that made a loud crack and left an angry red imprint. I thought Cheryl had gone
a too far, and the slap almost launched Jason to the rescue. If Diane had cried
for help instead of submissively begging forgiveness, I might have joined him.
As it was, we sat still and watched her beg. Fuck, I couldn't believe it. That
slap should have sent her storming out the door. Instead, she begged
forgiveness.

Cheryl was relentless after that. The physical abuse became commonplace. We
found that hard to watch. We left the room when Cheryl forced Diane's nose into
some gravy she'd spilled on the floor. After three days, Cheryl had Diane
stepping and fetching. She had Diane calling her Ma'am, calling me, Sir, and
calling Jason, Master. Jason loved his title.

On the fourth day, after breaking a cheap vase, Cheryl instituted spanking. She
took Diane by the elbow and marched her into the garage like a child. We heard
the smacks and cries. Right after the spanking, Jason disappeared into his room
for an hour. I later learned that Cheryl had administered the spanking on
Diane's naked ass after making her lift her skirt and bend at the waist. She
dragged her panties down and wailed her behind.

Cheryl gave me a full report. She described Diane's pouting sex lips and her
extra large clit. According to Cheryl, Diane took the spanking well and juiced-
up nicely. Cheryl reported that her training was progressing well. I had to
agree, if total submission was her goal.

By week's end, Cheryl was taking Diane to the garage hourly it seemed. Diane
spent more time in the garage than out. Jason spent as much time in his room as
Diane spent in the garage. For major infractions, like forgetting to call
Jason, Master, Cheryl used a wide leather belt and made her strip naked. After
a punishment session, she'd make Diane stand with her nose pressed into a
corner for up to three hours, still naked.

Jason and I found countless excuses to go to the garage after a whipping. God,
what a body! We were dying to see the front. Cheryl did not hit Diane hard, but
she did redden her ass and thighs. Diane never laid out or even wore a swim
suit. She had no tan line, and her skin, besides being blemish free, was the
color of cream all over. The reddened areas stood out in stark contrast. You
could see where every blow landed for hours afterward.

Having us see her naked backside caused Diane no end of embarrassment. She
clenched her legs tightly together and pressed bodily into the corner as though
trying to merge with the wall. Cheryl was quite pleased with the progress she'd
made. She had Diane attending her toilet, bathing her, painting her toes, doing
her hair and make-up, even trimming her pubic bush. Cheryl shaves her cunt
lips, or used to until Diane started doing it for her. In addition to these
personal services, she calls on Diane to clean her after sex with me or Frank.
She said she could make her do it with her tongue, but was saving that for a
special occasion.

I was in awe of Cheryl's success. Jason would be in awe as well if he had known
half what I knew. The others knew nothing of Cheryl's work or Diane's true
situation. They only knew that Diane was helping out around the house. Whenever
someone stopped by, Diane was busy.

Cheryl planned a coming out party for Diane. On the Friday before the eventful
weekend get-together, Cheryl handed Diane her new uniform and ordered her to
put it on. She instructed her to wear it without bra or panties. Diane took one
look at the obscene maid's uniform and cringed. She begged Cheryl not to make
her wear it. Cheryl was adamant. Jason and I were introduced to the absurd
costume at dinner that evening. We almost fell out of our chairs.

The dress was exceedingly short with an open bodice. The ruffled lace hem did
not hide her lower ass cheeks, nor did it hide much in front. Were it not for
the white apron, we could have easily seen her pussy. The tiny apron just
barely hid her cleft, coming just below the juncture of her thighs. She wore
wide-pattern fish net stockings and a pair of five-inch heels. The waist
pinched in tight and flared to the bust line. The wired top cupped her breasts,
presenting them more than covering them. The full upper globes quivered in the
half cups. The tops of each pink nipple crested the rim.

When Diane turned, we saw that the back was open to her ass, showing the top of
her ass crack framed by the tails of the apron's bow. Diane was beet red
throughout dinner. After her first departure, I turned to Cheryl and said,
"Outstanding! How did you get her to put that thing on?"

"It was easy after I gave her a real whipping. If she bends over, you'll see
the welts."

"No Shit! What did you use on her?"

"I cut a switch from the willow tree."

"Damn, and she took that?"

"Yes, she took it. Honestly, Red, you amaze me sometimes. Do you really think
she doesn't want this? Christ, she almost had an orgasm while I was doing it.
That girl craves harsh discipline and life under an iron thumb. I now know how
Neal landed that doll - and kept her landed."

Jason piped in, "Mom, are you serious? She liked it!"

"Jason, sweetheart, you know nothing about women. If you learn nothing else,
remember, never listen to what a woman says. Learn to read body language. A
woman's body can't lie."

"I don't get it."

"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to give lessons. Maybe your father can clue
you in. He does know some things."

Diane returned with ice tea and looked flushed. She bashfully made the rounds,
filling our glasses. Jason and I tried reading her body language. All we could
read was, "Please! Stop staring at my body." Cheryl must have read, "Please do
something to make me show my pussy and naked ass."

Cheryl's fork flipped from her hand and landed on the floor behind her. Diane
eyed it nervously. Cheryl said, "Remember how I told you to pick things up.
There's a fresh switch in the garage if you forget."

Diane's face reddened. She moved to the fork, facing away from me and Jason.
She took a deep breath then bent from the waist with her feet about eighteen
inches apart. Her skirt rose up over her streaked moons, and her pussy peeked
out from between her tawny alabaster thighs. Cheryl wasn't bull shitting. She
whipped that ass good. She raised welts.

What a cunt! The lips of her cunt were shaved. Her shiny pink clit hung out at
the bottom of the slick coral crease and her full inner lips fanned out like an
orchid. Her asshole could also be seen when she was at her lowest. She remained
fully doubled over with her head past her knees much longer than was necessary
- a five second count, I learned later.

After what seemed an eternity, she picked up the fork and slowly returned to an
upright posture. She faced us, then wiped the fork on her apron, giving us an
intentional though unwilling peek at her pussy from the front. Her pussy was
completely bald. She returned the fork to the side of Cheryl's plate with a
face as red as the cherry tomatoes in my salad. Cheryl smiled and dismissed
her. Her whole body had a red glow and she moved on legs that appeared ready to
buckle.

When Diane left the room, Cheryl said, "If you two can't read that body
language, you're both blind as bats."

Cheryl referred to the obscene display of aroused intimate flesh that was so
totally out of character for Diane - the ice princess. Jason looked confused. I
turned to him and said, "Son, that wasn't just a vagina you saw, that was a
very aroused vagina. She loved showing it to us, despite how she acted."

"How can you tell?"

Cheryl said, "Hold on, Red. Before you start, I think I'd like to take my
leave. I'll go check on the help."

After she left, Jason smiled and said, "Mom doesn't embarrass easily. This must
be good."

"I don't think it's embarrassment as much as discomfort. Anyway, did you notice
how full and open her cunt was?"

"Heck yeah!"

"Did you see how her clit stood out, all pink and wet looking?"

"Yeah, I noticed."

"Did you see how her inner labia lips were full, open, and wet?"

"You mean the fleshy part?"

"Right, and besides, that pussy was drooling. Normally, you can't see inside a
pussy with the legs that close together unless it's aroused. Pussies are like
cocks, when aroused, they fill with blood, swell up, and open up. That pussy
was ready for a fucking and begging for a cock."

"Wow! Is Mom going to let you fuck her?"

"When the time is right, she'll probably let both of us fuck her. Just be
patient."

"Do you really think it might happen?"

"It sure looks that way."

Jason pushed back from the table and stood, saying, "I've had enough dinner.
I'm going to my room."

I smiled and said, "Don't wear it out, Son; you might need it soon."

He blushed and left. Cheryl returned right after he left. She smiled and said,
"My poor baby. I heard what you told him. That was beautiful; I should have
stayed. Hell, I should have told him myself. I don't know why I can't loosen up
around him. I'd like to be totally free and open. I can't even bring myself to
walk around naked in front of him. Isn't that silly?"

"I'm sure he wishes you would. Go see him right now. You can break the ice."

"Yeah, right. I could give him a hand, I suppose."

"Hand, hell, the kid needs a fuckin' blow job."

"Well, he won't be getting one from his mother unless he takes the initiative,
and then he'll get the best blow job of his life. He'll soon be getting them
from the maid, though. By the way, she's hotter than hell. I fingered her in
there. Her pussy feels like a soup bowl." Cheryl held her wet hand up and said,
"Want a whiff?"

"Please, I'm eating dinner."

"Excuse me! Since when did you become a connoisseur?"

"When I get a whiff of Diane's pussy, I want to get it off my own fingers,
thank you."

"Suit yourself, but it might be a few days."

"Not by the looks of things."

"Hey, if you want it, she's in the kitchen. Just bend her over the counter and
pork the slut."

"I'll wait. I don't want to scare her off at this point."

"Shit, Red, we couldn't drive her off with a team of killer dogs. We're stuck
with the bitch."

"Poor us. What WILL we do?" Cheryl smiled.

That evening, we were treated to a punishment session in the living room.
Cheryl made Diane strip right in front of me and Jason. She then took a belt to
her ass and thighs. Cheryl made her stand with her ass to us and took her time.
Diane's juices were drooling down her inner thighs before Cheryl was through.
Afterward, she made Diane stand in the corner facing us until bedtime. Jason
had to leave the room twice.

On Saturday afternoon, everyone gathered at the house for a pool-side barbecue.
Diane kept out of sight until the critical moment. It was her job to bring out
the ribs. Everyone knew that something was going on, because Cheryl requested
that they all leave their kids at home, but insisted that Sue bring Jennifer.
We like having Jennifer around. It drives Dave mad, especially with all the
shit she sees, hears, and innocently repeats at the most inappropriate times.
He can't take that kid anywhere, but he must take her to church.

Cheryl waited until everyone was settled on the deck, then rang a bell. When
Diane stepped through the patio doors in that uniform, carrying the platter of
raw meat, there was a sudden mass intake of air, then absolute silence. Sue
dropped her drink.

Diane never looked sexier. She had a full body blush as she stepped awkwardly
toward the table, trying not to catch her spike heels in the decking cracks.
The wind whipped at her thin apron, treating us to flashes of her pussy,
freshly shaved bald. All eyes followed her progress as she advanced, twisting
away from the wind. Tongues fell to the deck; flies flew in and out of open
mouths. Little Jennifer made things more difficult by being under foot, gazing
up at the grown-up lady's pussy, following wherever she went.

Diane set the tray beside the grill, turned to Cheryl and said, almost in
tears, "Will there be anything else, Ma'am?"

"No, just attend my guests and keep their drinks fresh."

Diane did a curtsey and departed. Cheryl smiled at our astonished guests, then
joined the laughter when Jennifer said, "I saw that lady's pussy."

I wasn't sure how our friends would take this demonstration. Diane was a
friend, our beloved Neal's widow. They'd grown accustomed to Cheryl's bizarre
behavior, but this was bizarre even for Cheryl. The women accepted Cheryl as a
mistress to their husbands. Her bisexuality was an amusement.

Inez and Rachel had experienced Cheryl as unwilling lovers. Neither was
bisexual. Inez had taken quite a ribbing while she was paying interest on the
loan. Cheryl used to take her away from the group and return her with a wet
face. The women knew that if they got too drunk, they were likely to be
assaulted by Cheryl. It was a running joke. They playfully called Cheryl a
sexual predator.

When Diane came into the group, we knew Cheryl would have to have her or die in
the attempt. Diane proved to be unreachable. She never let her hair down, never
drank, never got crazy. She was always modestly dressed and always the proper
lady. Seeing Diane play the subservient maid in that obscene outfit told
volumes.

I can't say anyone was terribly surprised. They knew how vulnerable Diane was
and how determined and crafty Cheryl could be. For the longest time, nobody
spoke. Finally, Rachel stood and toasted Cheryl, saying, "Well, I suppose
congratulations are in order. Maybe, now, I can tie one on without worrying
about waking up with a woman's thighs clamped over my ears."

Nervous laughter broke out, thawing the tension. Frank said, "How is she,
Cheryl?"

"As a maid, she sucks."

Everyone broke up laughing at what they thought was a double meaning. Inez
said, "It just takes practice. Like they say, once you get past the smell,
you've got it licked."

More laughter followed. Diane returned carrying a tray of fresh drinks. She
seemed to be adjusting to the exposure. Though still flushed, she no longer
bothered turning against the wind. She let the wind blow her apron up and
tolerated the eyes feasting on her privates. At first, her old friends tried
not to be obvious about their stares. Before long, they looked openly,
unabashedly, even dipping heads to look between her legs. Even the women
participated. Amazingly, no one felt sorry for her or treated her as an old
friend, an equal.

Cheryl never told them how to act, they just picked up on their roles - uppity
snobs with contempt for the help. Comments about Diane's body began to flow in
her presence. They spoke about her as though she weren't there or didn't
matter. Cheryl enjoyed Diane's humiliation and was pleased by the role Diane
assumed - totally helpless and at their mercy - subservient to the extreme.

Diane kept her cool composure even when someone besides Jennifer poked a head
under her skirt. Diane almost lost it when Frank goosed her cunt and made her
spill a drink on the bikini-clad Rachel. Rachel swiped scotch off her bare legs
and cried, "Clumsy bitch!"

Rachel had never been terribly fond of Diane. At that outburst, Diane turned
fearful eyes on Cheryl and set the tray down. She apologized and began wiping
Rachel's legs with a hand towel, giving the rest of us a delightful rear
display of her naked pussy. She seemed oblivious of the show she was putting on
as she swabbed Rachel's widely parted legs. Ed leaned in close to me and said,
"I don't fuckin' believe this. You fuck her yet, Red?"

I smiled. Frank leaned around Diane's leg and looked right into Diane's crotch
from the rear and exclaimed, "Jesus H. Christ, her cunt is bald as a baby's
butt." His hand went between her legs, instantly bringing Diane erect. She
stiffened as Frank entered her. Cheryl shouted, "You take care of Rachel,
bitch!"

Slowly, trying to ignore Frank's deeply probing fingers, Diane returned to
wiping Rachel's dry legs as Rachel hung her legs over the arm rests of her
chair. Frank was lewdly finger-fucking Diane using his two middle fingers and
whipping her crotch into a froth. Diane's knees appeared ready to buckle as she
dutifully accepted the abuse and attended Rachel's inner thighs.

During this lewd exhibition, Dave and Sue sat quietly on my left with Sue at my
side. Sue was taking it all in. Her eyes rarely left Diane's loins. Dave hadn't
said a word. He had long ago learned to leave his morality at the door. He knew
that at some point during the party, I'd take his wife by the hand and lead her
to my bedroom, usually at a time when everyone was looking and could see where
we went. Afterward, I'd return her looking fresh-fucked, her hair a mess, her
lipstick smeared, and semen trailing down her legs.

Sue enjoyed being used and put on display in this way, though she always
protested mildly. With Sue, you can only get her to do what she wants to do.
She just needs to feel helpless and pressured. More often than not, I bring
Jennifer with us. The little girl is fascinated with my big cock and loves
watching her mommy being nasty.

Sue enjoys being watched by her daughter, but enjoys David's agony even more.
As Sue watched Frank abusing Diane, her face and neck grew splotches of red, a
dead give away to her state of arousal. When Diane fell to her knees and
succumbed to a powerful orgasm, Sue reached over and gripped my hand tightly,
telegraphing her immediate need. When I didn't respond, she tugged. When that
didn't work, she stood and pulled me to my feet, leading me into the house.
This time, we left Jennifer, because she was engrossed with what Frank was
doing to the lady's pussy.

Sue dragged me to the bedroom, shut the door, and attacked me. The woman was
insatiable. She had me exposed, on my back, and mounted in record time. I took
advantage of her aroused state to press once again on behalf of Cheryl. I said,
"Sue, I'm getting tired of you putting off my wife. She wants you. Either you
make yourself available to her, or I'm sending your pictures out to your
parents and telling them who their grandchild's father really is."

I'd made this idle threat so many times, it was quite powerless. This time,
however, Sue said, "Is there no other way?"

This was always the way it went with Sue. I'd apply pressure for weeks or
months, and when she was ready to escalate our game, she'd offer a meek, "Is
there no other way?"

I said "No," somewhat surprised.

She hung her head in mock surrender and said, "I won't resist. Is she going to
treat me the way she treats Diane?"

I hadn't thought about that, but I know a hint when I hear one and quickly
said, "You can count on it, and Dave better learn to accept it." This was a
great line to seal the deal. I have to find a way to humiliate or include Dave,
or she never would have submitted to my blackmail in the first place.

She looked into my eyes while riding my cock and said, "Dave knows his place,
Red. Our daughter is proof of that. If he pouts or complains, he knows he won't
get any for weeks." She paused, then said, "When are you going to tell Cheryl?"

"Right after we're through."

"God, do you think she might put me and Diane together?"

"How do you mean?"

"You know, make us do things to each other, put on a show."

"You mean like make you lick Diane's pussy in front of everyone?"

"YES!"

"In the nude?"

"YES! Both of us."

"I'm sure she will."

Sue moaned and bucked harder, riding my erection to her orgasm. After a few
moments to recover, she said, "Red, I'm pregnant again. I told Dave right
before we came over."

"Did you tell him it was mine?"

"That wasn't necessary. Since I've been off the pill, he's been using a condom.
I insisted, just as you instructed."

"No wonder he was so quiet."

"Red, are you going to make me carry this one full term also?"

"What do you think?"

She rode me harder, bucking furiously. She exploded in another climax and
slowed to a slow, gentle easy ride, moaning in ecstasy. She looked at me
through glassy eyes, smiled, and said, "Everyone knows I'm your whore, Red.
Tammy [her thirteen-year-old daughter], the neighbors, the people at church,
even my parents know. Anyone that knows you and takes one look at Jenny knows.
Going anywhere with her is like having a sign on my ass that says, 'Red's
Whore.'"

"Good, soon you'll have two signs, won't you?"

"Yes! You bastard, you've ruined me. I'm not going to fight you anymore. I mean
it. If you buy me a necklace that says, 'Red's Whore', I'll wear it to church,
to my parent's house, and walk the neighborhood wearing it and little else.
I'll have Tammy place that fucking necklace around my neck, and make David seal
the clasp"

This declaration was more than I'd dreamed. For months, I have threatened her
with that necklace, never dreaming she'd ever cave in. Now, it appeared she was
looking forward to the reality. Sue doesn't fantasize. What she talks about,
even in the heat of passion, she wants. What she wants, she gets. I was feeling
damned lucky and wanted to take advantage of her lusty mood.

For the past two years, I've been trying to set Jason up with Tammy. Sue had
steadfastly refused. Tammy is a living doll, the most incredibly sexy teeny
bopper you ever saw. She is fourteen and not allowed to date. She rarely visits
us. She has blossomed into a gorgeous teen in the past year, a small version of
her mother. Jason has had his eye on her ever since she developed tits.

Sue knows damn well that to let Tammy go out with Jason was tantamount to
handing over her cherry. Jason has a bad reputation. I've bailed him out of
three statutory rape charges by paying off parents. Sue knows how fuckable and
vulnerable her daughter is, and she is well aware of Jerry's reputation. This
is why I hound her to let Jason take Tammy on a date. This was another
challenge I knew would never happen. Just for shits and giggles, I said, "In
that case, tell Tammy she has a date with Jason tonight."

Sue stopped her motion to stare at me, as though she couldn't see that I was
yanking her chain. She shook her head slowly, then said, "You won't give up,
will you?"

This was another surrender phrase. I couldn't believe it. I said, "No, I
won't."

She thought for a moment. My dick grew inside her. She felt it stir and began
moving once again. She bit her lower lip and then said, "All right, I'll do
it."

Wanting to call her bluff, I reached to the bedside phone and handed her the
handset, saying, "Call her."

She took it, paused, then dialed. She said, "Hello, Tammy...Sweetheart, I want
you to do me a favor. I want you to go out with Jason tonight....no, on a
date....yes, I've changed my mind. I think you're old enough, now....I don't
know where he's taking you, just be ready by eight."

I cupped the mouthpiece and said, "Tell her to wear a sexy dress."

She gave a pained look as though to say, "Why must you make this any more
difficult then it already is?" But, when my expression insisted, she relented
and said into the mouth piece, "Honey, you'd better wear a dress. He might take
you to a nice restaurant....No, wear the yellow one....I know what I said about
it, but you do look cute in that dress....No, I'm not setting any curfew.
Jason's a big boy; he knows when too late is...Okay, bye."

She hung up and said, "Are you happy now? I'm surprised you didn't make me tell
her to go without panties."

I didn't think of it, but panties are no problem for Jason. Still, the idea of
Sue telling her precious Tammy not to wear panties for a date had my nuts in a
boil. With so many successes, one on top of another, I had to press on and
said, "Call her back. Tell her not to wear panties. Everything else you've said
is pure bullshit if you can't do that."

Sue rode my now stiff erection, building up speed. She moaned, "God, I can't
believe I'm setting her up for this. Just last week I forbid her to wear that
dress again. It's at least two sizes too small. She must think I've lost my
mind as it is, and now you want me to order her not to wear any panties with a
dress that barely covers her ass as it is. Dave will be livid if I did that to
his only child, the only one he's ever likely to have if you have your way, and
if you have your way, you'll turn his darling daughter into a whore like you
did to her mommy."

"What's one more whore in the family going to matter?"

"That's true. Besides, misery loves company. Fuck it! Give me the god damn
phone."

This time, I listened at the ear piece. Sue said, "Tammy, this is Mom again."

Tammy said, "Mom, don't tell me you changed your mind."

"No, but I want to add another stipulation. You are not to wear panties under
your dress. No pantyhose or shorts either."

There was a long silence, then, "Mom, that's crazy. Is this a joke?"

"It's no joke, Tammy. Let me make this crystal clear for you. You are wearing
the yellow dress and nothing else - no shoes, socks, no bra, not even jewelry.
Under that dress you will be as naked as the day you came into the world. This
is no joke."

"Mother, I think you're serious."

"As a heart attack."

"But, you know Jerry."

"I know him very well. Not as well as you're going to know him, though."

"Fine, if that's what you really want. If you're willing to deal with the
consequences."

"I am, but you'd better be more ready - by eight on the dot, as a matter of
fact."

"I'll be ready."

Sue said she'd better be ready willing and able, then hung up. She was bucking
and bouncing again, rapidly nearing a climax. She looked down on me with
passion-glazed eyes and said, "There, I've handed my daughter to your son on a
silver platter, now I suppose you'll want her next."

I said, "She's now Jerry's whore, but we'll be sharing our whores."

Sue came unhinged. Her nails dug into my chest and she heaved and bucked,
shouting, "Oh, you bastard...YES!"

Man, what a ride. When she calmed, she looked a bit sullen and guilt ridden as
usual. I expected this, and due to the bold steps she'd taken, I expected it to
be more severe than at previous sessions. I figured I'd better not let her come
down off her sexual high.

Sue had worn a modest two piece swimsuit covered by one of Dave's shirts. When
we finished fucking, I made her wear only the shirt. In addition, I only let
her button the two bottom buttons. When she stood, semen poured down her legs.
She looked at herself in the mirror, turned and looked at the rear view. She
looked at me and smiled bashfully, saying, "This will definitely blow Dave's
mind, not to mention the rest of them. Are you sure you want me to go out there
like this with Jason still home?"

"Sure, why not? He'll be fucking you soon. He may as well get a peek at the
goodies."

"My, but we are bold now, aren't we? I see you took me at my word."

"Absolutely. Come on, you have a show to do."

I led Sue to the patio doors and eased her through. She got a sudden case of
nerves at the last moment. Diane passed her on the way in and bashfully looked
down. Someone had pulled Diane's top below her tits and removed her apron. The
stiff top pushed up on the underside of her big mounds distorting them grossly.
I gave her left tit a squeeze as she passed me.

All eyes focused on Sue as we stepped onto the patio. Sue blushed and headed
for her chair. Dave looked away in disgust. Everybody else smiled. I gave Frank
and Ed a high five. I took Cheryl aside at the first opportunity and filled her
in on the latest developments. She was delighted to say the least. She told me
that Ed yanked Diane's top down and fingered her to another climax. I noticed
that his hand had been a little sticky.

I went to tell Jason the good news as Cheryl returned to the party. When I
returned to the patio, Cheryl had Sue reclined in the seat with her shirt wide
open and was inviting everyone to feel the baby kick. Of course, no one could
feel the baby kick. It was only two months along. They did, however, feel Sue.
She took the groping of her messy crotch stoically. Only Dave and Inez
abstained.

I went over and patted Dave's shoulder, saying, "Well, it looks like you're
going to be a daddy for a third time."

He looked up and said, "No, you are."

"Now, now, Dave. Let's not split hairs. What comes out of your wife is yours,
old buddy."

"That's awfully generous considering how much you've put in my wife."

Sue shot her husband a disapproving look as Ed fingered her cunt. She said
sternly, "Dave, I warned you about that attitude. What goes into my body is
none of your fucking business. Now, you apologize to Red this instant."

Dave looked at the fingers plowing his wife's furrow. Sue widened her legs and
drew the shirt flaps off her breasts, leaning back to offer Ed everything she
had. Dave looked to me and said, "I'm sorry, Red."

Sue smiled, then added, "Dave, Jason is taking Tammy out tonight. I want you to
give him some money."

The expression on Dave's face said, "Oh, God! No!"

Sue didn't skip a beat, saying, "This is her first date. I want it to be
special. Tell him she doesn't need to be home at any special time and give him
one of your condoms."

Dave looked at his wife with incredulous eyes. She stared hard right back. For
a second, it looked like Dave was growing a spine, but then he stood his
spineless form and checked his wallet. He went into the house, headed for
Jason's room. I found out later that he gave Jason fifty bucks and a condom.

While Dave was seeing Jason, Diane returned. Cheryl stripped her and ordered
her to kneel before Sue. Sue had her legs draped over her chair arm rests. The
rest of us gathered around as Cheryl ordered Diane to lick Sue's pussy. Diane
slowly knelt and dipped her head between Sue's legs and licked. Sue grabbed
Diane's head, pulled her in tight, and the orgy was off and running.

Frank knelt behind Diane and entered her pussy. After Frank came, we had the
two girls get into a sixty nine with Sue on top. Ed mounted Sue. After Ed came,
they flipped over, and I fucked Diane in the ass. Inez dropped to her knees
before Cheryl and ate her pussy. Rachel fingered Inez and herself at the same
time. Jennifer wandered from one scene to another. Dave walked in on this orgy
and got a hardon.

Jason caught the tail end of the act as he headed out the door on his way to
pick up Tammy. They got home at two in the morning. Sue and Dave had just left.
Inez and Ed were leaving. Frank had passed out in my easy hair. Rachel, Diane,
and Cheryl were using the master bedroom. I sat on the sofa, recovering as
Jason led Tammy inside.

Tammy's yellow dress was torn to shreds. Her right breast hung out and the
skirt was ripped up the front to her navel. Cum matted her hair. Jason tugged
her along and stood her before me proudly. I surveyed her young body and
smiled. Jason parted the skirt halves to show me her cum leaking pussy. I gave
him a thumb's up, then suggested he show her mother what a good girl she'd
been.

He smiled and took Tammy to the master bedroom. That was a banner day at our
house. Diane is now a well-trained whore, as are Sue and Tammy. Diane wears
only the apron, now and sleeps at the foot of Jason's bed. Tammy is a feature
performer at our parties. Everybody fucks her, and all the women use her. She's
pregnant now, two months behind her mother. Lord only knows who the father is.
It might even be Dave, but odds favor a red head.

THE END

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or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex, body waste
ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are
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