Good Doctor Wayne by Phil Phantom (Incest)


"Why don't you sit down, April. Lie down, if you wish." 

April eyed the traditional shrink's couch but chose, instead, the 
matching chair beside it. She sat demurely, modestly tugging her short 
skirt as she sat. "I don't know why I'm even here, Doctor." 

"It's free. It's a break from work. I'm a fun guy to talk to if that's 
all you want to do." 

April smiled her perfect white smile. "I shouldn't even be here wasting 
your time. This was Monica's idea." 

"I see quite a bit of Monica. She's mentioned you." 

"I never knew Monica was that messed up." 

"You don't have to be messed up to see a therapist, April. Actually, 
Monica is fine." 

April detected a double connotation. Monica was right, she thought, he 
was a hunk. He was a sexual predator with deep-blue bedroom eyes and a 
soft voice. She felt like prey. In a way, she envied her younger co-
worker. Monica had few moral convictions and no sexual hang-ups. Monica 
was the only woman she ever knew that notched her bedpost. She had a 
deep notch for Doctor Wayne. 

April heard so many intimate tales about the handsome doctor. She took 
the available appointment just to satisfy her curiosity. The way his 
eyes wandered her body, April knew he was curious about her too. 

Steve Wayne pulled up a chair and sat facing April with a few inches 
between their knees. He jotted her answers to basic information on a 
short tablet. While he wrote, April took the opportunity to look 
around. 

The office was much as she'd pictured. She saw the desk where Monica 
sprawled naked. The carpet that gave her a nasty rug burn on her lower 
back. To her left was the couch, and knowing where to look, she saw the 
cuffs dangling over the end, partially hidden by a bushy plant. Seeing 
those cuffs sent a wicked chill down her spine, and gave Monica new 
credibility. 
Lewd images flooded April's mind as she recalled some of Monica's more 
bizarre exploits. Still, she could not quite accept that a medical 
professional on contract with the state could do the things she claimed 
he did. And he certainly did not look the part of a pervert - a Don 
Juan, a rogue, a Casanova, yes, but not a pervert. 

April was startled from her fantasy as Dr. Wayne said, "So, April, talk 
to me." 

"Actually, there's not much to talk about. I just came here to get 
Monica off my back. I'm fine, really." 

His eyes focused on the bare portion of April's legs above the knee, 
saying, "Yes, you are fine, April." April shifted nervously and placed 
her hands in her lap. He said, "Why don't you start by telling me about 
your sexy teenage daughter." 

April's mouth fell open. Her nails dug into her palms. She cried, "Damn 
that Monica! She told you?" 

Dr. Wayne reached out and placed his hand reassuringly on her right 
knee and said, "Relax, dear. You know I can't discuss anything that 
goes on in here, but nothing says that patients can't. Don't be 
bashful. What you are experiencing is quite normal, quite common, in 
fact. It will do you good to talk about it." 

The doctor left his hand on her leg just above the knee much longer 
than was appropriate. In fact, it wasn't at all appropriate for him to 
touch here there in the first place, not above the knee on bare flesh, 
not when he had to slip under the hem to get full leg flesh contact. 
His manly hand left a hot impression when he finally did lift it. April 
took a deep breath and swore, "I'll kill her. I really can't talk about 
this. It's just a silly fantasy. I never should have told her. My 
fantasy was the only thing I had that came close to Monica's reality. I 
just told her that silly stuff so she wouldn't think I was such a 
prude. It was childish. It's not worth discussing - really." 

"From what I hear, it's more than a fantasy. You've taken steps to make 
that silly stuff a reality, haven't you?" 

April buried her face in her hands and cried out, "Shit! She told you 
everything, didn't she?" 

"Everything you told her. Actually, I've been following this for two 
months now. Come on, April. Talk to me. I'm no moral kingpin, believe 
me." 

"I'm sorry, but I just can't." 

"Please! It's not every day that I get a beautiful woman in here who 
wants to see her daughter fucked by her husband." 

April tried not to recoil at the obscene word, but her rapid flush gave 
her away. Dr. Wayne smiled, patted her knee, and said while stroking 
leg flesh above the knee, "Look, I have done much worse than that. If I 
make a full confession to you, will you open up to me." 

April looked with new interest, trying to imagine what could be worse. 
After a long silence while permitting what amounted to a lower thigh 
massage, she timidly said, "Tell me, then I'll decide." 

"Will you give me your solemn word never to tell a soul, not even 
Monica." 

While ignoring a hand she should have long since brushed off, she said, 
"I swear." 

"All right, but be prepared to be shocked. I stripped and shackled a 
thirteen-year-old girl and took her virginity right there on that 
couch." 

April's eyes went wide. She said, "No, I don't believe you!" 

"It's true. That's not all. Her mother sat in the very same chair you 
are sitting in and watched the whole thing." 

A warm flush swept over April, caused in part by a full, inner-thigh, 
stroking massage. Her heart pounded. A gnawing ache grew between her 
legs. "That's not possible." 

Dr. Wayne stood after giving the area next to an aching pussy a parting 
pat, then crossed to a wall safe hidden behind a picture of the 
governor. He returned with a stack of black and white photos and 
dropped them in April's lap, saying, "Look for yourself, then ask 
yourself, who took the pictures." 

April went through the set with eyes riveted. The first few showed an 
adorable, naked, frightened young girl bound to the couch in the most 
obscene and vulnerable pose a girl can be placed into with both her 
arms and legs shackled at the head end - the left wrist and left ankle 
together - the right and left together, the position pulling the girls 
loins up and spread wide - totally open and vulnerable. The next eight 
showed close-ups of a beautifully-formed, very well-hung penis taking 
possession of that girl's helplessly splayed vagina. The last four were 
taken of the girl's crotch afterward, showing her gaping cunt covered 
in pink tainted semen. 

Dr. Wayne let April absorb the pictures. She went back through the set 
several times, pausing the longest at the shots of the penis joined to 
the stretched vagina. Her favorite was the one showing eight inches of 
the doctor's shaft with only the head buried and an adult female hand 
gripping the base of his shaft. Her breathing betrayed her rising 
passion. She said, "Her mother took these pictures?" 

"Yes, even that one. That, by the way, is the cum shot. I wanted her to 
pump my sperm into her little bitch. She was only too happy to assist." 

"What did you have on her?" 

"Have on her? Why nothing. I was doing her a favor. She masturbated 
throughout this whole session." 

"You are blowing my mind, Doctor." 

"Please, call me Steve. I should think you'd empathize with her. You 
see, like I said, you are not alone. She's been fantasizing this scene 
for years. I merely convinced her that holding it in was harmful to her 
mental health, and that her daughter would adjust, even be happy to 
help her." 

"Help her, how?" 

"By relieving her mother of her suffering. By being her mother's whore. 
By fucking men to entertain her mother so she wouldn't go crazy and 
possibly kill herself. That little girl thinks she is sacrificing 
herself to save her mommy." 

"She's still doing that?" 

"Last I heard, mother and daughter were as happy as hookers at a 
Shriner convention. The girl has developed a real fondness for the big 
ones. She's fourteen now, and nicely developed. As a matter of fact, I 
had her again last month." 

Looking once again at her favorite photo, April said, "This is 
unbelievable." 

"Yes, now, let's hear your story." 

April studied his pleasant face and his warm boyish smile. She said, 
"You're very clever, Steve. It worked. I don't feel at all inhibited 
around you now. If I'm sick, you're sicker." 

He laughed and said, "I'll drink to that. Now, give me the juicy 
details. Tell me about this little vixen you've given birth to." 

"All right, but you won't be strapping her to your couch, I assure 
you." 

"That's not my style. I want you to do that after you strip her." 

April studied the serious look on his face. She smiled, crossed her 
legs, reclined casually, and allowed her short skirt to ride up. She 
said, "You're very sure of yourself. I like that in a man." 

He reached for the foot dangling from her right knee, brought it to his 
lap, slipped off her shoe, and began massaging her foot. She offered no 
resistance. He said, "What you like in a man is the appendage that 
dangles from his groin." 

"Score another point for Dr. Wayne. That feels wonderful. Tell me 
honestly. Do you really think I will sacrifice my daughter's virginity 
on your appendage." 

Steve brought her foot to his lips and sucked her big toe into his 
mouth, staring her hard in the eyes. April felt like her entire nervous 
system was being sucked out through her toe. Her ass slid forward on 
the seat as he sat back, bringing her foot with him. April's skirt 
stayed put. When she came to rest on the forward edge of the chair, her 
panties were in the open. 

Slumped in the chair with a glazed look in her eyes, April made no move 
to adjust her immodest display. Steve eased off her toe, smiled, and 
said, "April, not only will I fuck your little girl, but you are going 
to guide my cock into her cunt and hold my balls while I pump her full 
of sperm." 

His shocking words stole her breath away. She knew she was falling 
under his provocative spell. She wondered if that other mother heard 
those same words after getting her toe sucked. She said, "Five minutes 
ago, I would have said you were nuts." 

He lifted her other foot to his lap and tossed that shoe off, then 
separated her legs by placing her left foot on one armrest and her 
right on the other. He looked at her crotch and said, "I see your pussy 
likes the idea." 

April could feel the cool wet spot he referred to. She said, "My pussy 
is a dumb cunt. It likes lots of things that aren't nice. 
Unfortunately, my dumb cunt seems to be in charge at the moment. If my 
daughter were here right know, I can see myself stripping her for you." 

"When the time comes, and it will come soon, your daughter will place 
herself at your disposal, knowing that she'll get fucked. You leave 
that to me." 

"Okay, you've piqued my interest." 

Steve cast her a knowing grin. He casually said, "Remove your panties." 

"Wow, not even a please. I like that." 

April brought her feet down and lifted her ass. She skimmed the thin 
material down her legs and off. With a gleam in her eyes, she replaced 
her legs over the armrests. She pulled her skirt up past her waist and 
said, "Is this better?" 

"You have a lovely pussy, April." 

"Thank you. You have a lovely cock. I want you to know that I've never 
been unfaithful in seventeen years of marriage." 

"I'm impressed. That's going to change. You know that, don't you?" 

April brought her hands to her crotch and playfully stroked her wet 
slit, saying, "I do now. I've also never shown my pussy to a man that I 
didn't fuck." 

"And how many would that be?" 

"Three. Actually, two were teenage boys, not men, but I was a teenage 
girl at the time. Don't you want to see my tits?" 

"By all means." 

April unbuttoned her blouse and opened her bra. She pulled the material 
free and rubbed her fleshy mounds. Her nipples were puckered and 
arching up. She held them in offering and said, "Do you like them?" 

"I like everything on you, April. You are an exceptionally sexy woman. 
I know you'd like me to put you out of your misery right now, but I 
want you horny while you tell me about your daughter." 

"Yes, the daughter you are going to fuck. I'm liking this idea more and 
more. You don't mind if I play with myself while I tell you about her, 
do you?" 

"As long as you don't cum." 

"I would like to see that magnificent cock while I do this. Would you 
mind?" 

Steve smiled and freed his rigid cock. He posed it for her hungry eyes 
and gently stroked it. April said, "Oh, that's the most beautiful thing 
I've ever seen. Monica was right. You are a stud. Okay, about Terry. 
She just turned sixteen. She is an absolute dream - a wet dream. She's 
a few inches shorter than me, but we both wear the same bra. She has 
long wavy, light-brown hair and green eyes. She's a swimmer. There's 
not an ounce of fat on her body. Her legs are sleek and muscular, yet 
feminine, very feminine. She knows she's hot and likes wearing sexy 
clothes." 

"Have you seen her naked recently?" 

"Yes. Her tits look just like mine only more solid. They actually 
vibrate. Her pussy hair is very light, almost invisible. The lips of 
her pussy are a little fuller than mine, but then mine were like that 
at her age. I got a good look at her clit once. I had a shower massage 
installed - the hand-held type. It doesn't take a girl long to figure 
out the utility of those things. They should be marketed as liquid 
pussy massagers. 

"Anyway, when she stepped from the shower, I was poised for the view, 
pretending to mop a spill. She almost stepped on me getting out. I 
looked up and there it was, in my face, pink and shiny, poking out an 
inch. I embarrassed her by staring at it. I didn't care. I just stayed 
put, forcing her to squeeze past me. Her cunt crept past my face, and I 
looked right at it the whole time." 

"You should have kissed it." 

"Don't think I didn't want to. She was so cute. As she tried to squeeze 
past me without rubbing her cunt across my face, she whined, 'Mom! Your 
making this difficult. You're embarrassing me.' I simply said, 'You're 
the one waving your naked beaver in my face. You could have waited. If 
you're going to shove that thing in my face, I'm going to look.' She 
said, 'I didn't see you until it was too late. I wasn't shoving it in 
your face. Gosh Mom! I'd never do that.'" 

"You handled that beautifully, April. She knows you're interested in 
her sexually. I can use that." 

"Do you think so?" 

"She'd have to be a fool not to. I'm sure she has replayed that scene 
over and over. When did this happen?" 

"Oh, about a month ago." 

"How has she acted since?" 

"Well, since then, she has been much more free about being naked in my 
presence. Of course, I'm always hovering nearby when I know she'll be 
naked or partially dressed." 

"That's good. I'm sure she's noticed that too." 

"She has. I haven't been very subtle lately." 

"How so." 

"Well, like last week, I bought her a few sexy outfits. I insisted I 
help her on with them. I was dressing and undressing her for almost an 
hour, keeping her naked between changes. Three days ago, I bought her 
sexy bras and panties. We went through the same routine, only I got to 
spend a great deal of time kneeling before her and fitting her panties 
- taking one pair off, slipping another pair on, snugging them into 
place - helping." 

"Did you touch her cunt?" 

"Well, I didn't shove a finger up her, but yes, I did manage quite a 
few indelicate touches. My fingers did make contact with naked pussy - 
incidental contact - no big deal sort of thing. That was the attitude I 
tried to project, but it was a very big deal to her." 

"How did she handle that scene?" 

"She was silent the whole time. I may have freaked her out. I'm sure I 
did. She just didn't act freaked out. She acted very confused, and that 
was no act." 

"Is it possible that she thinks you are fascinated with her body?" 

"She might think I'm fascinated with her pussy. That is the case, and 
it has been the focal point of my looking and touching. Looking at her 
naked pussy has become an obsession with me, and I've used some pretty 
lame excuses to get what I want." 

"Perfect, absolutely perfect. Keep that up, only much more openly." 

"I don't know. I feel like I've pushed too hard as it is." 

"No, shock her. Do something that will blow her away. Tell her she has 
a beautiful pussy, worship it, fawn over it, drool over it, make her 
uncomfortable. When she comes here, what I have to tell her about your 
problem will seem believable." 

"My problem?" 

"Yes, you have a very serious condition that only Terry can help you 
with." 

"Don't tell me. She has to be my sex slave, right?" 

"Something like that." 

"You know, you might have something there. She'd do anything for me. We 
really are close. Oh God, you have to fuck me now, Steve. I can't take 
anymore. I'll do anything you tell me to do. I won't question your 
judgment. Make her my sex slave, and Terry will be at your beck and 
call twenty-four hours a day if you want. I'll even deliver her. You 
can take all the pictures you want and share her with your friends. I 
don't care, just please get that cock in me." 

Steve got up and took April, driving her to a babbling climax in less 
than a minute. After pounding her pussy for five minutes, April was 
delirious. She came four times before Steve flooded her cunt. She gazed 
up at him, panting. While he remained imbedded, looking down on her, 
she said, "God! So that's what real fucking feels like. I feel like 
slapping my husband for wasting seventeen of my best years." 

Steve chuckled and withdrew. He wiped his dick on her thigh and took 
his seat. April remained sprawled, exhausted. He said, "Tell me about 
your husband. Is he aware of your plans?" 

"Charlie, aware? That's an oxymoron. Actually, he's a sweet innocent 
man, and I do love him. He's very simple sexually. He knows one 
position and you can set clocks by his love making - five minutes and 
thirty seconds. I do have one strong advantage over him, though. He 
needs pussy on a regular basis. He won't cheat and he has never 
masturbated. He's a case for you, Doc. His mom caught him playing with 
himself and traumatized him. The poor guy can't give himself an 
erection." 

"I can understand that. Sounds to me like that puts you in the catbird 
seat." 

"Yes, and I've just recently realized how to exercise my control over 
him. I believe they call it pussy-whipping. Anyway, all I have to do to 
get my way is cut him off. Just the threat is enough, now." 

"Great. I'm sure you've been using that to advance your goal. How's it 
going?" 

"Slow but sure. Most of my efforts have been directed at Charlie. He 
knows I want him to seduce Terry. I've come right out and told him. He 
thinks I'm crazy, but he humors me. He has to or he gets no pussy. If 
he were a normal man, Terry would not be a virgin. He's terrified of 
making a move on her despite my coaching. She is more confused by his 
behavior than by mine. I'm the sex nut, the one who masturbates and 
will excuse herself from the dinner table to go do it. I'll walk around 
naked and leave a dildo out. I'm the sensualist in the family. He is 
anything but. I'm sure she thinks I'm bisexual and cheat often. She 
knows he never would." 

"Coaching in what way?" 

"Well, I figured it would be best to start by getting him to steal 
peaks at her body. I made him stare at her body and get caught doing 
it. That took a month without pussy to accomplish. The next step was to 
get him to cop feels. He learned his lesson, but it killed him to do 
it. Terry was quite shocked at his unusual behavior. She tells me every 
time he grabs her ass or tits. I calm her by telling her that men can't 
help themselves and that it is torture to share a house with such a 
sexy female. I told her I didn't have the heart to stop him. Still, she 
wants me to know what she's having to endure. We are at a critical 
impasse at the moment. My last challenge to Charlie was to get his 
finger in her snatch, even if he had to hold her down to do it. He has 
been without pussy for over a week. He knows he won't get any until he 
presents his wet finger to me and Terry confirms the assault." 

"You might accomplish your goal without my help." 

"Possibly, but I like your way better. Besides, Charlie doesn't deserve 
her cherry. Sloppy seconds is more suited for him. I should also add 
that I've been mentally conditioning him for the act. For the past six 
months, he hasn't screwed me, it's been Terry. I make him go through an 
elaborate seduction, often while I'm wearing one of her outfits. We 
look alike anyway, and I started wearing my hair in her style. I'm also 
very good at imitating her speech and mannerisms." 

"Role playing is very effective. Go on." 

"I resist but always weaken. I call him Daddy throughout, and if he 
ever calls me anything but Terry, he loses. He gets no pussy that day. 
It is the best sex I've had with Charlie when everything goes right." 

"April, you will get your wish. Okay, here's the plan. Make an 
appointment for Terry to see me alone as soon as possible. I'll 
introduce her to your problem and get her to start calling me about 
everything that happens to her. I'll also be in close contact with you. 
You perform one step, by the letter, then get back to me." 

"I see, working both ends, brilliant." 

"I've been called worse. In the meantime, start worshiping Terry's cunt 
and don't worry about how she'll take it. Whatever you do will play 
right into our first meeting. I want something stronger than a pat on 
the pussy, though. Push yourself. Think of the rewards." 

"Believe me, I have." 

"Let me give you some professional advice. Ease off on Charlie. You are 
playing with fire in his case." 

"I don't understand." 

"If you force Charlie, he might break. Anything could happen. As a 
general rule, never force anyone to do anything. Apply pressure, but 
always leave them the 'no' option. Make them choose. It's like in 
wrestling, you have to be able to cry 'Uncle'. If you take that away by 
applying too much force with no out, you can hurt someone very badly. I 
know you don't want to hurt anyone." 

"I honestly don't. What you say makes sense, but how do I get my way." 

"Use cunning, deception, offer choices between two evils, but always 
respect a no. You see, April. When we make a free choice, and something 
bad results, we rationalize and defend the choice we made. If someone 
forces a bad choice on us, anger and resentment grows and festers. This 
anger is sometimes vented on innocent third parties, sometimes inward, 
and sometimes, at the person responsible. Trust me, it's all in the 
doctor books." 

"Yes, that makes sense. So you're saying I should let Charlie off the 
hook." 

"Forget about Charlie. Put him on a shelf until we get Terry under 
control by her choice. After that, If you want to see Charlie fuck her, 
just order her to go fuck her father. Charlie is a dyed-in-the-wool 
submissive, April. You should take a lover and rub his face in it. He'd 
likely get off on it. Bring some stud home and fuck him in your bed 
with Charlie in it. This would serve a dual purpose if Terry knows 
what's going on. It will reinforce the fact that you have a serious 
problem, and make her take pity on her poor daddy. Play it right, and 
she'll give him a mercy fuck. Charlie will probably accept it too." 

April adjusted herself and stood shakily. Steve took her in an embrace, 
kissing her forehead. She looked into his eyes and said, "I've been 
going about this all wrong. Now I see that you used this method on me. 
You screwed me, but I feel like it was all my choice. I feel like I 
took something from you." 

"You did, about a billion sperm cells." 

April looked at her legs and said, "I have that many running down my 
legs." Looking back to his face, she said, "I can't wait to see you 
with her, Steve. You will fall in lust with Terry, and I know she'll 
fall in love with you." 

"In my business, they call it transference, but I've learned to live 
with it." 

April laughed and said, "I'll bet you have. Is that transference as in 
transferring semen from your balls to their womb?" 

"That or their stomach." 

April bit her lower lip with a sexy moan and said, "I could use a 
little transference. My womb is full, but my stomach is empty. I've 
never sucked a cock before." 

Steve turned her to face the door. He playfully swatted her ass, and 
said, "That's all for you today. I have other patients waiting. You run 
along and do what I told you. Get with my receptionist about Terry's 
appointment." 

"Steve, I need a towel or something. I've got cum running into my 
shoes." 

"See Marsha about that. She gets a charge out of my conquests. It's one 
of her fringe benefits." 

"Steve, I can't go out there like this. There's people out there." 

"There's just an old couple that I know will get a big kick out of 
seeing sperm running down a sexy woman's legs. Go on, and leave those 
panties here. Oh, and April. Be prepared to wipe yourself in the 
waiting room. Marsha won't let you in the restroom until you put on a 
good show for her." April started to protest, but Steve ushered her out 
and shut the door behind her. 

April found herself standing before an elderly couple sitting on the 
couch to her left, and Marsha, peering over the low counter in front. 
On her right, in a straight-backed chair, was a young man she 
recognized from the department mailroom. All were ogling her semen-
streaked legs. With a face as red as a fire truck, and with the damage 
done, April screwed up her courage and approached Marsha's counter. 

She leaned over and whispered, "Please, I need a towel. And please let 
me into the restroom." 

April felt sure the woman would comply, since the young man was in the 
room. The broad devilish smile weakened her belief. While Marsh took 
her time finding the hand towel, April stood nervously feeling the cum 
drying on her legs under the warmth of three pairs of eyes heating the 
backs of her thighs. Marsha returned and held the towel up but out of 
reach, saying, "The washroom is closed. You'll have to step away from 
the counter if you are not conducting official business." 

April fixed her with a look of total shock. She leaned in and softly 
pleaded, "Please, I just..." 

"Ma'am, you'll have to step away from the counter. I'm sorry, but those 
are the rules." 

April stared at Marsha's amused grin, realized the futility of further 
pleading. She debated exiting the office and seeking services elsewhere 
in the building. Rather than risk exposure to many, she opted for those 
already exposed to her infidelity. She stepped back and said, "Is this 
better?" 

"Back more, please." 

The woman was not to be denied her due. Seeing how "into" the game 
Marsha actually was, April stepped to the center of the room. 

The old couple were directly behind her. The young man sat four feet in 
front and to the right. Marsha tossed the towel. April missed catching 
it, because it landed at her feet. The woman demanded a show, or so it 
seemed.

With a groan, April stooped to pick it up, bending from the waist on 
straight legs - for show. A wild rush passed through her body as she 
realized how exposed she was to the two sitting behind her. With a 
white-knuckle grip on the towel, she slowly stood erect, took a deep 
breath, and debated the best way to accomplish her goal - act two of a 
good show. 

The look of lustful admiration on the handsome young man's face made 
her re-think her plan of a quick swipe and dash. The look of hopeful 
expectation on Marsha's face demanded a good show, her entitlement. 
April wanted to befriend Marsha and felt that a good performance would 
insure that. She decided to put modesty and inhibitions aside and make 
a valuable friend.

April smiled at Marsha, then slowly stepped out with her left foot. She 
bent from the waist, keeping her knees straight, and dabbed at the cum 
trails, taking her sweet time. As she slowly moved up both legs, she 
peered back between her legs and saw the old couple gawking at her 
rear. The old man was determined to get a good look at her cunt and 
actually leaned out so far that he had to support himself with one hand 
on the floor. She knew he had a good view of her wet pussy. She 
remained in that pose to wipe through her crotch then stood erect, 
looking at Marsha. 

Marsha was all smiles as she sent a signal with her eyes, one that 
said, "Don't forget the boy." April lifted her skirt above her waist 
and began dabbing her inner thighs and cunt. The young man almost fell 
out of his seat, straining his eyes. Martha looked pleased, but not 
nearly as pleased as the young man.

April finished, stood tall, squared her shoulders, and dropped her 
skirt. She sauntered over with a sexy sway and offered Marsha the 
towel, saying, "There, my private business is over. Now I need to make 
an appointment for my daughter." 

Marsha raised her eyebrows and said, "You have a daughter, how nice. 
How old is she?" 

"Sixteen." 

"Oh, lovely. I hope she takes after her mother." 

"So does Dr. Wayne." 

"I'm sure. Fill this out." 

April filled out the standard questionnaire, looked up to Marsha and 
said loud enough for all to hear, "You'd better stock up on fresh 
towels." 

Marsha said, "I was thinking the same thing. Bring the victim, I mean, 
your darling daughter by tomorrow at four." 

"I'll have her here with bells on." 

"Is that all?" April smiled, winked, and sauntered out. 

Back at her work station, she had to endure a grilling from Monica. 
Monica's first words were, "Well, did you get laid?" 

April looked around then quickly flipped up the front of her skirt, 
exposing her raw pussy. They both broke up laughing. April told Monica 
everything that happened, word for word, but kept her oath about his 
confession. Monica had lots of ideas that stayed within the doctor's 
guidelines. April said, "Monica, do you know a guy that would get off 
on screwing me in front of Charlie and Terry. Some old, big, burly, 
biker type. I want to really blow them away." 

"Why not take two. I know two that would be perfect. They run the 
garage that works on my car. They're both in their forties, big, nasty-
looking, and bold as all get out. They'd fuck you at your mother's 
funeral. And honey, those guys can fuck. They're dumb as stumps, but 
hung like fuckin' horses. The only problem will be keeping them off of 
Terry." 

"They sound perfect. My twat is salivating. Can you set it up?" 

"I'm sure I can." 

"Invite them for dinner Friday night. One thing, though. I'm saving 
Terry for Steve. Make it clear that they keep their cocks out of her. I 
want all the attention. Tell them that if they cooperate, I'll 
personally deliver Terry to their garage and they can fuck her on the 
grease rack if they want." 

"They will hold you to that, April. I'll tell them if you're sure." 

"Tell them. I'm sure. Steve can make it happen." 

"You're right, she's as good as screwed. April, I'm so happy for you."

                                                   * * *

April stopped off at a lingerie shop on the way home and bought the 
most ultra-mini bikini they had. It wasn't something that could be worn 
in public. It was mostly string. The top consisted of two, one-inch 
triangles. The bottom was an elongated triangle with a one-inch base 
and strings coming from each corner. It didn't even cover the mound. It 
was just a simple patch that rested up against the pussy with one 
string that went up the ass crack and two going up the front. The 
strings attached to a simple gold chain that went around the waist. She 
had it gift wrapped. 

April prepared a big dinner and the family ate together -  something 
they usually did only on Sundays. Terry was excited because she made 
the state finals on her school swim team. Charlie was obviously feeling 
the strain of April's demands. He was unable to look at Terry. After 
dinner, April took him aside. 
She said, "Charlie, I'm letting you off the hook. Forget what I said 
about fingering Terry. I'm giving up on you. I'll find someone with a 
real dick to fuck her." 

Relief flooded over him. He was so relieved, he did not immediately 
register the second part. A frown slowly formed. He said, "Oh, April. 
How can you? She's our daughter. Can't you just forget this?" 

"No, I can't. Set your mind to it, Charlie. She's my daughter, and I 
want her to be a whore like me." 

"Like you!" 

"Yes, like me. Put you finger in my cunt, Charlie." 

Charlie reached a tentative hand between her legs. April widened her 
stance and placed her hands on her hips like Wonder Woman. His finger 
went in easily. She said, "What you feel is sperm, a real man's sperm. 
Get used to the feel. Oh, and this doesn't mean you have pussy rights 
again. I may throw you a quick fuck if the mood strikes me, but don't 
count on it. You can fuck Terry all you want, but you'll have to wait 
for her to come to you. That shouldn't take long. If you're smart, 
you'll wish me luck." 

"April, I can't believe what I'm hearing." 

"Believe it, Charlie. And take your finger out of my cunt, if you don't 
mind." Charlie quickly removed his finger and wiped it on his pants. 
April laughed mockingly and added, "A couple of male friends of mine 
will be having dinner with us on Friday night. I expect you to be a 
perfect gentleman no matter what happens." 

"April, you wouldn't do anything with Terry here, would you?" 

"Why not, it's my house." April noticed a strange look in Charlie's 
eyes. The look wasn't hurt or anger or humiliation. He appeared 
aroused. She glanced to his fly and saw the bulge. She wasn't sure she 
was on firm ground until then. Steve was right-on about Charlie. 

She added, "It is my house, isn't it, Charlie." He meekly nodded. She 
taunted, "And this is my cunt?" Again he nodded. She chucked him under 
the chin and said, "Stick around. I'm going to shave Terry's pussy a 
little later. I bought her a bikini to wear at my dinner party. 
Unfortunately, it doesn't hide a thing. I want to give these two guys a 
preview of what they'll be getting later in the week if all goes well." 

"She'll curl up and die, April. Terry's no whore; you know that." 

"She will be. She's in training, and the training begins right now." 

April picked up the small present and went in search of Terry. She 
found her in her room, studying. April walked in and sat on her bed. 
Terry turned, smiled warmly, and said, "Hi, Mom. What's up." 

"Several things, sweetheart. First, I'll be picking you up from school 
tomorrow. You have an appointment with my therapist." 

"You have a therapist?"

"Yes, a very good one. A very handsome one, too. I'm talking about a 
very sexy shrink."

"Why am I going? What's up?" 

"I don't know. He just wants to talk to you for some reason. Don't 
worry. I'm sure it's nothing. Look, I got some great news today, and 
you got a present." 

"I did! From who?" 

"You don't know him. He is a close friend of your grandfather's - a war 
buddy. He saved Grandpa's life in the war. On Grandpa's deathbed, he 
made me promise that if this guy ever needed anything, I should give 
freely. Well, turns out he lives and works right here in Greenville. I 
ran into him the other day. He's coming to dinner Friday and bringing a 
friend. He gave me this and asked that you wear it as a favor to him. 
Isn't that sweet, Dear?" 

Terry beamed and took the small present, shaking it. She said, "I'll 
bet it's a necklace. Is he rich?" 

"No, I don't think so. Open it." 

Terry tore open the gift, reached in and drew out the strings and 
chain. She turned it several ways, separating the components, still not 
sure what to make of it. April feigned surprise and said, "Oh, it's a 
bikini. I told him you were a swimmer. How thoughtful. My but that's 
brief. Let's try it on. Get out of those things, sweetheart." 

Terry studied the ridiculous garment with alarm and said, "Mom, that 
wasn't thoughtful at all. Is this guy some kind of pervert? I can't 
wear this. There's nothing to wear." 

"Sure there is. You'll see. Come on, stand up. Off with those clothes." 

April pulled Terry to her feet and started right in undoing buttons. 
Terry watched her hands work with a feverish intensity, puzzled by her 
mother's strange behavior and calm acceptance of the lewd gift. Terry 
lifted her feet, one by one, as her mother knelt to remove the last of 
her clothes from her legs. She then stood and took the bikini top from 
Terry. 

She got behind the bewildered girl and set the two triangles on Terry's 
nipples, telling her to hold them while she made the tie. After tying 
the top, April walked to her front and looked at the effect. 

Terry's nipples were hardly concealed. The tan outline from her one-
piece swimsuit made her look even more naked, even with the top on. 
April said, "Oh my, that is revealing, isn't it?" 

"Mom, it's ridiculous. Two band aids would cover more. I may as well be 
topless." 

"Here, lets try the bottoms. I guess we have to attach this chain belt 
first. There, that was easy." 

April made the two ties in front, one over each hip bone to the chain, 
adjusting the crotch pad so low that Terry, looking down her front, 
couldn't see it. April drew the tail end up the crack of Terry's ass, 
making Terry squeal. She tied it loosely. She knelt in front of Terry 
and fingered the crotch pad, excessively touching Terry's between the 
legs. 

She was determined to let Terry know by her actions that she was 
purposefully using the excuse to feel her pussy. Her hand, moving under 
the crotch piece, kept pressing harder and getting wetter, waiting for 
Terry to voice some protest. April pressed two knuckles into the fleshy 
center of Terry's pussy. Terry stood in shocked disbelief. When her 
mother dragged those same knuckles through her slit to her clit and 
repeatedly rubbed them over the sensitive nub of her clit, Terry cried 
out, "Mom! What are you doing?" 

April kept her eyes glued to Terry's crotch and moved her knuckles back 
and forth in her daughter's slick slit, saying, "I'm just making sure 
this is adjusted right. I'll just be a minute." 

April was enjoying herself immensely. On impulse, she reached up and 
untied the two front ties, dropping the bottoms so they hung like a 
tail from the back tie. She said, "I have to start over. Terry, move 
your feet apart, dear. I can't see what I'm doing." 

Terry, dazed and still reeling from an overt fondling of her pussy, 
reluctantly stepped out shoulder width, then by a full yard under 
further prompting. April said, "Thrust out your pelvis, dear." Terry 
followed this absurd directive though the direction was clearly aimed 
at making a lewd presentation of her vaginal plane until her mother 
said, "Oh, that's perfect."

Terry had to place her hands on her lower back as a counter balance, 
feeling ludicrous, watching her mother settle back on her heels after 
scooting up close, her mother's face even with and just inches from her 
standing beaver. Her mother had scooted in so close that Terry had no 
choice but to bow her knees out and make a standing beaver right in her 
mother's face.

What happened next completely blew Terry away. Her mother applied the 
fingers of both hands to the lips and opened her up fully, first to 
feast her eyes followed by a thorough sniffing of everything, even the 
asshole. She got her nose wet several times while sniffing too deep in 
the pussy hole which she kept returning to as though that part smelled 
the best. Terry simply could not believe what she was seeing. It was 
like her mom had suddenly turned dog - a nasty dog at that.

After a thorough visual exam and sniff job, April boldly used her index 
finger, teasingly running it through the moist slit. When Terry didn't 
react or complain, she entered her daughter's hole. She eased in to the 
second knuckle. Terry's legs stiffened and a groan escaped her lips as 
her mother used the fingers of her other hand to freely rub her 
daughter's clit. 

Terry bit her lower lip as a second finger joined the first and the two 
began a slow but steady finger-fucking of her pussy. Despite her 
anxiety, her mother's lewd action soon had Terry on the verge of a 
climax - a climax she tried desperately to stave off by counting 
backward from one-hundred. 

April decided that she'd stop if Terry voiced a protest. When none 
came, she stepped up her assault by introducing a third finger and 
vigorously rubbing the clit, abandoning all pretense of doing anything 
other than masturbating her daughter. 

April pressed in so hard with the three fingers that she lifted Terry 
to her toes. Terry was forced to lean into the hand rubbing her clit to 
keep from falling over backward, giving the impression that she was 
welcoming the assault. It wasn't long before Terry did welcome the idea 
of being masturbated by her mother. For several minutes, mother and 
daughter worked together to bring about an orgasm. 

Terry's orgasm broke over her and she cried out and shuddered, humping 
her cunt in time to her mother's working fingers. She quivered out a 
long, intense climax while gripping her inner thighs. As the orgasm 
subsided, April took up a soothing pussy stroke in a very sloppy pussy 
while Terry held for it. All fingers moved through the lips with the 
middle two taking dips to massage inside. The post orgasm pussy massage 
took almost as long as it took to reach orgasm from the first contact 
of finger and pussy, but Terry was happy to hold her lewd position for 
that. In fact, she offered her mother a much better beaver for the 
pussy massage.

April expertly eased Terry down from her powerful climax, leaving her 
with a few gentle petting strokes. She then brought the front ties up 
and quickly made the tie. She made a final adjustment to the crotch, 
gave the pussy a pat, stood, and said, "There, that should do it." 

Terry got out of her lewd stance as soon as she could, still trying to 
regain her composure, clear her befuddled mind, and think straight. She 
stared at her mother with glazed eyes, unable to believe that she could 
pretend nothing happened. She watched her mom stand back and study her 
form with a serious expression while cupping her sopping wet fingers to 
her chin, twirling her other hand in the air, saying, "Turn around, 
dear. Let's see the back. Okay, back facing front. Well, I must say 
this for Bud, he has exotic tastes." 

"Mom, you act like I'm actually going to wear this." 

"Honey, we have to. He asked as a favor. Remember Grandpa's dying 
words?" 

"Mom! You're serious, aren't you?" 

"We have no choice. You see that, don't you?" 

"Mother, this thing is obscene. I'd rather be naked." 

"Yes, so would I, but he didn't ask to see you naked. He asked to see 
you in this." 

"Mom, would actually let me be seen naked by two total strangers, not 
to mention Daddy?" 

"Of course, and I'd be proud to show you off in this. You have a great 
body, sweetheart, a fantastic body. I love this bikini. It shows off 
your body better than anything I could imagine. I want you to wear it 
proudly." 

Terry, in exasperation, looked to her crotch and said, "Look, it 
doesn't even hide my pubic hair." 

"Yes, you're right. We'll have to fix that; we'll just shave all the 
hair off." 

"WHAT!" 

"That's why the suit looks obscene. Remove the hair, and it will look 
super." 

"I don't believe this. Is this a joke, Mom? If it is, it's not funny." 

"No, it's no joke. I wouldn't joke about a thing like this. Take the 
bottoms off. I'll go get the soap and razor." 

"NO! Mother, I can't do this. I just can't. I'm sorry, but I can't." 

April came over and moved them to the bed. They sat side by side. April 
placed her arm around Terry's shoulder and said, "Sweetheart, you know 
I'd never ask you to do this if it wasn't very very important to me. I 
can't disobey my father's dying wish, and I can't force you to help me. 
All I can do is ask, no beg. I'm begging you, Terry. Please wear the 
suit for me." 

Tears welled in Terry's eyes. She softly said, "Mom, I want to help, 
but you're asking too much. I just couldn't do it." 

"All right. I didn't want to put it to you this way, but you leave me 
no choice. If you want me to sign that paper so that you can attend the 
state finals, then you'll have to do this for me. You decide. I'll 
honor your decision." 

Terry defiantly squared her shoulders and said, "All right. If this 
means so much that you'd stoop to blackmail, then I'll do it. I'll wear 
the damn thing." 

April cupped Terry's face in her wet hands and kissed her full on the 
lips, saying, "Oh, thank you. I knew you'd come through. Okay, get 
those off; in fact, get naked; we'll do this in the shower. I'll have 
your dad place my butcher block table in there and you can lie down on 
it." 

"Mom, I can do the shave by myself." 

"I won't hear of it. You could hurt yourself."

"Mom, please!"

"I want to do this for you. It's the least I can do. I'll be very 
careful and take my time." 

Terry gave her a look that said, "I'll just bet you will," but sighed 
and said, "If you insist." 

At the door, April turned and said, "Oh, and slip on a pair of panty 
hose. I'll explain in a moment." 

April told Charlie to set up the table. She returned to find Terry 
putting on the hose. She said, "That's enough. Don't pull them up past 
your knees. I'll show you a trick hookers use to do this. It's very 
clever. Okay now just lie back on the bed." 

Terry eased back onto the bed and watched with curious interest as her 
mother pushed her onto her back. She bunched the crotch of the panty 
hose then reached between the gap of her thighs with her other hand, 
reaching all the way up to the back of her head. She pushed back on the 
crotch, forcing Terry's legs up and back toward her head. At the same 
time, she pulled hard on her head. With a great effort and a lot of 
grunts and groans, April managed to force the crotch material up and 
over her head, hooking it on the back of Terry's neck. When Terry 
realized what had happened, she found herself doubled in two with her 
chin pressed hard against her chest, her knees past her ears, and she 
was staring into her own beaver just a few inches away. 

Though strained, the pantyhose allowed her to relax and adjust to the 
strange position. She could see how a girl could easily attend to her 
own pussy without strain, and it did splay her vaginal plane 
effectively, but this was a two-person job to get set this way when one 
can do the job quite effectively without panty hose. Hooker trick 
indeed. Terry could now see that her mother could use a good therapist, 
sexy or otherwise. Her therapist was probably a woman. She had to roll 
her eyes up to see her mother looking down on her handy work. April 
said, "There, that'll work. Now, I'll just get Charlie to carry you to 
the shower, and we'll get started." 

Terry cried, "Mother, no! Don't let Daddy see me like this. I'll die." 

"Oh, don't be silly. He's your father. I'll be right back. Don't go 
away." 

April walked down the hall with Terry's pleading cries echoing in her 
ears, smiling at her own success. 
She went up to Charlie, setting the heavy wooden, two-foot square table 
in the shower stall, and said, 
"Go get Terry. Just place her on the table. I'll do the rest." 

He gave her a queer look, but got up and went to Terry's room. The 
sight that greeted him sent a jolt through his system. It took a moment 
to realize what was holding her in that obscene position. Terry moaned 
and covered her face with her hands as Charlie stepped closer. He let 
his eyes focus on her pussy, marveling at it's beauty - and wetness. 
After a few moments, he stooped to gather her in his arms, saying, "I'm 
sorry, Terry." 

He picked her up and carefully made his way towards the bathroom. Terry 
said in anguish, "Dad, I think Mom has lost her mind. This is insane. 
Do you know what she has planned?" 

"Yes, but there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, Terry. Try to be strong, 
baby." 

They entered the bathroom and April directed her placement. Charlie 
deftly placed her in position. The shower stall had a glass door that 
swung out. There wasn't room to close it. He eased out and April took 
his place. She dismissed him, took the shower massage unit down from 
its cradle, adjusted the water to luke warm, and told Terry to hold it 
for her. 

April proceeded with methodical efficiency. She lathered the entire 
crotch, using her fingers liberally. She lathered and rinsed several 
times, and tormented Terry with the pulse stream aimed at her clit. She 
brought Terry to the brink only to stop and relather. After four such 
routines, Terry wanted to scream. 
The hair removal was rather uneventful by contrast to the foreplay. 
Though she expected a trim, it became clear that her mother was intent 
on removing every hair below the waist. Compared to all that had 
happened, this realization came as no shock.

Terry watched her mother's meticulous effort with intense interest. She 
noticed the reverent way her mother touched her vagina. The look on her 
face betrayed her true motives, but Terry cared little about her 
mother's motives at that point. 

With the hair gone, and lather rinsed away, Terry watched her mother 
gently pat her crotch dry. She held a mirror up for Terry's benefit, 
saying, "How do you like it?" 

Terry marveled at the view of her own pussy, details she'd never seen 
before. She liked it much better. A smile formed for the first time in 
over an hour. Terry said, "I like it. I'll bet this will shave two one-
hundredths off my time." 

"Exactly, no more pussy drag." 

Terry teased, "Mother! Your language." 

April smiled, stroked her nails teasingly through her daughter's crotch 
and said, "What's wrong with my fucking language?" 

April took Terry's clit between thumb and forefinger, rolling it while 
looking right at Terry. Terry said, 
"Mom, you've changed. What's come over you lately?" 

April smiled a devilish grin, then used both hands to peel back the 
tight labia lips of Terry's pussy. Terry's wide eyes watched as her 
mother's face came nearer and nearer to her spread pussy. She drew in a 
deep breath just before her mother's lips contacted her nether lips, 
then exhaled it in one long moan of ecstasy when April sealed her face 
tight to her cunt and began wallowing in the slimy flesh, smearing her 
entire face in pussy, her pussy, her mother's face in her pussy. 

After a few hard sucks and a tiny bite to the clit, April moved her 
sopping wet face right up to Terry's face, getting nose to nose. She 
smiled and said, "What makes you say that, sweetheart?" 

Terry was too shocked and excited to speak, but the look on her face 
spoke volumes. April taunted, "I see you like the new me, don't you?" 

Terry nodded meekly. "You like having Mommy's face between your legs, 
licking, sucking, and nibbling on your cute little pussy wussy, don't 
you?" 

Terry found the words wildly exciting, intoxicating, though the act was 
incomprehensible. She could smell her cunt on her mother's face and 
liked the smell. Her mother's pretty, smiling face looked nasty in a 
sexy way, covered with her vaginal wetness. 

She pondered the situation, realizing that her mother was going through 
a change, a crises. Latent lesbian tendencies were blossoming and Terry 
began to see exciting possibilities for herself. Sharing space with an 
avid pussy freak spawned exciting possibilities. Though the pussy freak 
was her own mother, she would never have to worry about her mother 
telling a soul. Impulsively, in a soft sultry voice, Terry said, "I 
dare you to do that again." 

"Ask me in a nice and nasty way. Tell Mommy what you want." 

With difficulty, Terry said, "Lick my pussy, Mommy. Please!" 

April scooted back to her daughter's spread and licked a long broad 
swath up her vaginal channel from anus to clit. She repeated this under 
Terry's close approving scrutiny. Terry said, "Suck on my clitty." 
April sucked the hard, pink nub into her mouth, tongue-flicked and 
nibbled it. Terry moaned and placed her hands on her mother's head, 
pulling her tighter, saying, "Oh yes! Oh God! Do that some more." 

April brought Terry to a powerful climax then eased off gradually as 
Terry slowly calmed. Terry looked lovingly into her mother's face as 
she lapped the rich spend pouring from her hole, occasionally thrusting 
her stiffened tongue far up inside, hungry for her juicy reward. 

With her mouth sealed tightly to Terry's hole, only her eyes were 
visible above the bald mound. They locked eyes while April sucked and 
swallowed. Terry said, "You really like eating my pussy, don't you?" 

April nodded her head vigorously, rubbing her nose on the clit. Terry 
giggled and said. "I could tell. I cum a lot, don't I?" 

Again, she received a thorough nose rubbing. Inspired, Terry began 
asking a series of yes and no questions just to feel the answers. This 
resulted in another climax and more juice for April. Finally drained, 
exhausted, and cramped from her lewd position, Terry said, "Can we stop 
now. I'm cramping." 

April raised up and said, "I'll get your father." 

Terry smiled and said, "Okay. I'll wait here." 

                                            * * *

They arrived on time at Dr. Steve Wayne's office the following 
afternoon. Terry went in alone. April had insisted that Terry not wear 
panties to school under her shortest skirt so as to prevent a rash 
after the shave. Terry had to guard her secret all day long, and wasn't 
always successful. 

She took the offered couch and reclined as she though she should, but 
her hands crossed over her crotch protectively. Steve marveled at the 
girl's youthful beauty. Sex exuded from her every pore. She appeared 
nervous as he pulled his chair alongside and placed a re-assuring hand 
on her bare right thigh. 
She flinched at the contact. Steve gently stroked her in small circles, 
saying, "Relax dear. I won't bite. I've heard so much about you. I feel 
like I know you." 

"Mom talks about me here." 

"You are all she talks about. That's why you're here. Terry, your 
mother has a very serious problem. I'm hoping you can help her." 

"What's wrong with my mother? Is she sick?" 

"In a way, yes. It's a mental sickness with a name as long as your 
lovely leg. In brief, your mother has repressed sexual urges that are 
about to explode. Have you noticed her behaving, well, strangely?" 

Terry got up on her elbows and said, "Yes! She's been acting real 
strange."

Steve's eyes immediately darted to her unprotected crotch, and Terry 
shyly settled so as to replace her shield.

Steve said, "I was afraid you'd say that. Look, I need to know every 
detail, no matter how embarrassing. You don't need to use nice terms 
here. Just say what you would on the street." 

"Well she's been trying to see me naked for the last few months. I 
could never figure out why, but every time I have to shower or get 
dressed, Mom is right there. Another thing she does that I thought was 
freaky. Well, she stares at me between the legs, you know." 

"Terry, you can say the word pussy, can't you?" 

Terry blushed demurely and said, "I've never said that word in front of 
an adult." 

"Remember, I'm a doctor." 

"Oh yeah, well, anyway, another thing is that Dad started acting weird 
about this time. My dad is a great guy. We're more like best friends, 
really. All of a sudden I start catching him trying to look down my 
blouse and up my skirts. It was only when Mom was around, though. I 
knew right away that she put him up to it. Dad is such a wimp. He does 
whatever she says. Next thing I know, Dad is grabbing my...my tits." 
Terry smiled self-consciously and said, "That slipped out."

"Tits and pussy go together. I told you - relax."

"I guess you're right. It is kinda silly. Anyway, he grabs my butt, 
too. Again, only when Mom is watching. I sat him down and talked to him 
about this. He told me that Mom was making him do it, but he wouldn't 
tell me why. He asked me to tell Mom that he was doing it even when she 
wasn't around - you know, like complain. Whenever I'd tell her, she'd 
get all excited and press me for details." 

"Why didn't you simply confront her?" 

"I was too scared. I didn't know what to think. I just trusted that she 
had a good reason. It really didn't bother me that much. I got used to 
her seeing me naked. And once I understood where Dad was coming from, 
getting my tit squeezed or my butt grabbed didn't bother me either. It 
was like a game, actually. Dad was so funny. Whenever he was under 
pressure from Mom, he'd get all nervous and sweaty. His hands would 
shake and he couldn't talk. I always knew when he had to grab me. I 
read the signs and made it easy for him."

"How so?"

"Well, I'd go near him and practically stick my boobs or my butt in his 
face. I'd take a quick grope and act all embarrassed and upset. Once we 
had our talk, and he knew I was trying to help, he began to relax. He 
doesn't shake anymore, and he gives me a good long squeeze. He even 
acts a little aggressive, at least for Dad. Mom really gets off on it 
when he acts aggressive. Well, honestly, I do too, sort of." 

"Has he ever grabbed your pussy?" 

"No, I think he'd die. I'd let him. I told him he could. Last week, Mom 
told him he had to put his finger in me. She wants evidence, you know, 
she wants to be able to smell it!" 

Terry shyly covered her face with her hands, saying, "God! This is so 
embarrassing." 

Steve rubbed her leg, saying, "There's nothing for you to be 
embarrassed about. Vaginal lubrication and the accompanying scent are a 
normal, healthy part of your biological makeup. I'm curious, why didn't 
you offer to wet his finger for him? I don't mean by using his fingers, 
but by wetting yours and transferring it to his." 

"Oh, this is embarrassing. Okay, I should be honest. I thought about 
that, but I wanted Dad to do it on his own. He needs to act more manly. 
That's why I figured Mom was pushing him - to make him be more like a 
man. And he was coming along so well. I figured I could help by making 
it easy, but still making him take the initiative. I pretended like me 
and Mom were working on a joint project to make Dad a better lover for 
her. That's the only thing that made any sense to me." 

"That's understandable." 

"Yeah, and when Mom started buying me these sexy clothes and underwear, 
it fit right in. I figured they were to excite Dad. I wore them mostly 
at home. I even started walking around in my skimpy bra and panties, 
walking sexy like. What blew me away was that Mom kept trying to get me 
to wear that stuff to school and out in public, places where Dad never 
was. That's when I started getting suspicious of her true motives. 

"Yesterday, she really blew me away. She came home with a present, 
supposedly bought by a friend of my dead grandpa's. It is the most 
obscene thing you ever saw. She told me this lame story about this oath 
she pledged to grandpa on his death bed, that she had to do whatever 
this guy wanted. Heck, Grandpa didn't have a death bed; he was hit by a 
truck and died instantly. She said this man wanted to see me in that 
bikini. She made me put it on. It was hideous, really gross. It's 
vulgar, in fact. You can't even see the bottoms when I'm standing with 
my legs together. All my pubic hair was showing. She says, 'no problem. 
We'll just shave it.' She wanted to shave my pussy! Oh, and she 
wouldn't let me do it, no, she had to do it. She blackmailed me to go 
along. It was awful - the most humiliating thing I've ever had to 
endure." 

"Tell me about it." 

Terry began a detailed narrative, self-conscious at first. With Steve's 
constant re-assurances, and his warm comforting, non-judgmental 
personality, Terry was soon freely using terms like pussy, tits, clit, 
and fuck. She found it so easy to talk to Steve, and she desperately 
wanted to unburden herself. She told him in long drawn-out detail about 
being masturbated, but did not relate the oral sex scene. 

Steve knew all about the shaving scene, having received a call from 
April right afterward. Throughout Terry's narrative, Steve observed the 
signs of growing arousal as Terry recalled her experience. Her leg 
welcomed the feel of his hand. Toward the end, she used the foulest 
language, unnecessarily. She used the 'F' word excessively and began 
referring to her pussy as a cunt. 

She, again, got up on her elbows, though her skirt had slid up her 
thighs several inches, helped along by her constant movement. He knew 
that at that pace, she'd take another twenty minutes to fully air her 
cunt - her obvious objective. 

Steve leaned forward and said, "Having your pussy shaved must have been 
quite traumatic for you. That's a risky procedure. I'd better have a 
look." 

Steve deftly flipped her skirt back over her middle and pushed her 
knees out wide. Terry sucked in a deep breath and stared with her mouth 
open as Steve studied her beaver with professional detachment. He 
leaned close, clinically moved parts with his index finger, and 
announced, "Well, it looks like she did a good job - no nicks." 

Steve sat back and looked into Terry's surprised face. She kept her 
knees out wide just as he had expected. He said, "I know all of this 
appears strange to you, but from what you told me, I have new hope. At 
least she didn't put her mouth on your pussy. If she'd done that, then 
we would have a serious problem." 

Terry bit her lower lip impishly. She said, "Dr. Wayne, I didn't tell 
you everything. I was too embarrassed. She did do me with her mouth." 

"Terry, I told you how important total candor is. Your mother's life 
may depend on it. Didn't I make that clear?" 

"Her life?" 

"Yes, her life. Have you any idea how many women with her condition 
commit suicide? The numbers are staggering. You can read about it 
everyday. Of course they never tell you what led up to it. Without 
proper diagnosis and treatment, you could be reading about your mother 
one day. Is that what you want?" 

A serious, worried look came over her. She cried, "I'm sorry. I didn't 
realize." 

"All right. Now, tell me what happened. Tell me every single detail." 

Terry proceeded and quickly turned herself on. Juices seeped from her 
cunt. Her labia lips swelled and opened like a red orchid. Recalling 
her mother's oral assault and not being able to touch herself had Terry 
in a sexually frustrated tizzy. 

Steve sat dispassionately watching her squirm. He could see that all he 
had to do was expose his cock and she'd be all over it. He decided to 
wait for the big day, make her stew. 

When she finished, Steve took her ankles and pulled them out straight. 
He replaced her skirt and sat back. A look of deep disappointment 
showed on Terry's face. He said, "Terry, I'm going to ask you to do 
something that no girl your age should ever be called upon to do. Your 
mother can be saved, but not without your help. Are you willing?" 

"Yes! I'll do anything." 

"I was hoping you'd say that. I've grown fond of April. Okay, here it 
is. Your mother is like a pressure cooker. All her life she's been 
suppressing her sexuality. This builds the pressure. Now, there's too 
much pressure built up. She's about to blow. What she's doing that 
seems so strange to you, is venting some of that pressure. She's 
desperately trying to hang on. She wants to live, see you grow up, 
bounce your babies on her knee. She has no idea why she's doing these 
things, but she instinctively knows she has to do them. Can you 
understand that, Terry?" 

"Yes. It is like she's letting off steam. She seems so calm 
afterwards." 

"Here's the hard part, Terry. You are the one person in the world that 
can vent enough steam to relieve enough pressure so that April can 
return to a normal life." 

"Me? Why me?" 

"Because you are the center of her sexual fantasies. When she first 
started having these feelings, her self image couldn't take seeing 
herself doing these filthy things. As a defense, she projected them 
onto you. Over time, she has built an elaborate fantasy life with you 
as the star. She has imagined you doing every kind of perverse sexual 
act imaginable. Mostly, she has imagined you having intercourse with 
your father." 

"She imagines that?" 

"It's her favorite scenario. Now, Terry. Can you imagine what you'll 
have to do to vent a lot of pressure?" 

"Let my dad fuck me?" 

"You do understand. You are a bright girl, Terry. Can you do it?" 

Terry thought for a moment, then said, "I've never done it. I'm a 
virgin." 

"That's not what I asked." 

"Yes. Yes, I can do it if I have to. I can do it for Mom, but Dad would 
never fuck me. I can't even get him to put his finger in my pussy." 

"Let your mother worry about that. I just want to know if you'd be 
willing to sacrifice your virginity for this cause." 

Terry giggled and said, "It's better than giving it away for nothing. 
That's what most girls my age end up doing. The only thing that bothers 
me is this thing tomorrow night. I'm not sure I can go through with it. 
I don't even know these guys. Suppose she wants me to let them fuck me? 
I'll freak; I know I will. Men scare me anyway. Well, not you, but you 
know." 

"I understand, Terry. Look, you do what you think is right. I honestly 
doubt that April would force anything on you. In fact, by all 
indications, she is getting your permission for everything she does. 
Isn't that right?" 

"Well, yeah, I guess so." 

"It would be out of character for her to force things on you, other 
than to exert pressure. She will honor a flat no." 

"That makes me feel better. What do you think is going to happen 
tomorrow night?" 

"I don't know. I have a hunch she intends to shock you and your father. 
I think you may see her having sex with these men." 

"Mom would never do that." 

"Terry, can I be completely candid with you? Can I trust you to keep 
what I say strictly between you and me?" 

"Yeah, honest. I'll never tell a soul." 

"I'm going way out on a limb here, but this is too serious not to. 
Terry, I've been screwing your mother." 

"WHAT?" 

"I only do it to help stave off a total breakdown. It's not much, but 
it is something I can do. It does 
seem to help." 

"You and Mom...did it...when...where?" 

"Right here every time she visits. Right where you are sitting, in 
fact. Terry, I wouldn't blame you if you loose all respect for me as a 
professional, even as a man. I only wanted to help." 

"I don't blame you, Dr. Wayne. You might have saved her life. I think 
that's noble of you. I'm just surprised at Mom. Do you really think 
she'd do it with me and Dad in the house?" 

"I think she'd do it in the same room. I think this whole thing is a 
declaration of independence." 

"But where do I fit in. Why is she dragging me into this?" 

"Can you think of anything dirtier than using your beautiful, sexy, 
teenage, virgin daughter to sexually excite your lovers, then have sex 
with them in front of her and your husband?" 

Terry blushed at the string of lewd compliments. A smile appeared and 
she said, "Wow, that is pretty nasty. So I'm supposed to make them 
horny, is that it?" 

"Yes, but that's not the biggest reason. It's the lewdness factor she's 
feeding on. Involving you is sick and perverted. That's what she needs 
to do to vent steam." 

"I'd better warn Daddy." 

"No, don't do that. She wants to see genuine shock on your faces." 

"She'll see plenty of that if she just kisses one of them. I honesty 
can't picture her doing it in front of us, though. Maybe she might take 
them in the bedroom." 

"You'll soon find out, won't you?" 

"Yeah. I've decided to help her. I'll wear the stupid bikini. If it's 
lewd, sick, and perverted she wants, I'll make them so horny that 
they'll fuck her right in front of me. I wouldn't mind seeing that to 
tell you the truth." 

"That's the spirit. Look, here's my card. Keep me informed. Remember, I 
want details." 

"Don't worry, I'm not bashful anymore. At least not around you, now 
that we have a secret. Dr. Wayne, are you going to fuck Mom today? I 
really think she needs it badly. She's acting really horny." 

Steve smiled and said, "My, but you do adjust quickly." 

Terry blushed and said, "I was just thinking about Mom." 

Steve looked at his watch and said, "I'm a little pressed for time. She 
probably is in worse shape now, though. She's probably out there 
thinking that I'm fucking you." 

Terry's eyes shot wide as she said, "Do you think so!" 

"Terry, your mother has dropped so many hints that she wants me to 
screw you. Yes, I think so." 

"Why didn't you try? Didn't you notice me dropping hints, too?" 

"I noticed, but I'm a doctor, Terry. There are limits. Don't think for 
a minute that I wasn't thinking about it, though." 

"You were...really?" 

"Why do you think I exposed you?" 

"You also covered me up. Didn't you like what you saw?" 

"I loved what I saw. You have the sexiest pussy I've ever seen." 

"I do. Did you notice I didn't put my legs together after you let go?" 
Terry, once again, drew her legs up 
and laid them out. "I'm not shy anymore - see." 

"Yes, I noticed. That's a very sexy pussy."

"Do you wanna fuck it?"

"I would love to fuck it, but we're wasting time. We're here to help 
your mother not ourselves." Steve, once again, laid her legs out, 
pulling her skirt down. "I suppose April isn't wearing panties. I could 
just bend her over the desk and give her a quick poke." 

"God! You're making me all horny. I love the way you put that, 'give 
her a poke.' That sounds so nasty. I like it when you say nasty things. 
Can I watch you fuck my mom?" 

"That's fine with me, but it's up to her. I want you to go out there 
and give her this message: If you want the usual treatment, get naked, 
leave your clothes in the waiting room, and bend over Dr. Wayne's desk. 
Tell her I told you to say those exact words, and don't worry about who 
hears. There are a couple of men out there, but they are close friends 
of mine. Those are my golfing buddies." 

"What about the lady?" 

"Marsha? She's no lady, but she's cool. Don't worry about her. Go on, 
your mother will get a big kick out of it, so will my buddies if they 
get a peek at your pussy. Don't be shy, okay, as a favor to me?" 

"Okay, if you're sure. I'll do it." 

"Go, before I change my mind." 

Terry left the office, growing more nervous with each step. In the 
waiting room, her mother sat alone across from three men in business 
suits. Marsha eyed Terry with intense interest, looking at her legs for 
tell-tale semen trails. She looked disappointed on seeing none. 

Terry went up to her mother and whispered the message after telling her 
that Dr. Wayne made her say it. After hearing the message, April smiled 
and pushed Terry away from her ear, saying, "I can't understand a word 
you're saying. And how many times have I told you that whispering in 
public is rude?" 

April addressed the men, saying, "I'm so sorry. Kids." She turned back 
to Terry and said, "Now, young lady. What was that again? And speak up 
clearly." 

Terry blushed crimson. She knew that her mother understood every word 
she'd spoken. She hesitated for a few seconds, then said, "Dr. Wayne 
said that if you want the regular treatment, you'll have to get naked, 
leave your clothes out here, and bend over his desk. I'm sorry, Mom, 
but you made me." 

April feigned shock at the message. She covered her face with her 
hands, crying, "You should have warned me that it was personal. I'm so 
embarrassed." 

April stood and said, "Well, the damage is done, but I'm not going to 
be the only one humiliated. Maybe this will be a lesson to you, young 
lady." 

April took Terry's hand and dragged her to the center of the room. They 
stood together, facing the smiling men. April said, "You are going to 
strip with me, Terry. If that's all right with these gentlemen." 

They eagerly nodded. 

"Oh, Mom, no, please!" 

"Strip, Terry. Strip off everything, this instant. I'll wait until 
you're done." 

"Mom, please don't!" 

"I said strip! If clothes don't start coming off in three seconds, I'll 
let them do the job. One, two..." 

Terry reached for her blouse buttons crying, "Okay. I'm doing it." 

Terry was methodically undoing buttons, fasteners, and zippers. The 
garments fell off of her body, one by one, until she was left with only 
shoes. Those she kicked free. She stood cowering in a crouch, hiding 
her breast and crotch with both arms. April placed her arms at her 
sides and made the anguished teen stand straight, staring blankly 
forward. 

April then removed her own clothes and walked around Terry, enjoying 
the eyes going from her to Terry and back. Before leaving, April said, 
"I have a better idea." She turned Terry around and kicked out Terry's 
feet by a good yard. She pushed hard on the back of her neck until 
Terry had her head between her knees, looking back at the grinning men 
from between her lewdly parted legs. 

April placed Terry's hands on her ankles, stood and said, "Good. Now 
you stay that way until I get back, and think about what you did. Don't 
move your feet or your hands." 

Terry stared at the floor in abject humiliation. April said to Marsha, 
"See that she doesn't move an inch." 

Marsha came around the counter and joined the men on the couch, smiling 
broadly. After April entered Steve's office, Marsha said, "Didn't I 
tell you guys this would be worth it. Aren't those two something? Look 
at that adorable little cunny - a virgin, too, I hear. You a virgin, 
sweetheart? Ever had a cock in that cute, bald pussy of yours?" 

The fire, ignited between her legs in Steve's office, quickly 
rekindled. The vulgar exposure excited her, but Marsha's lewd words 
stoked the fire. She felt her pussy fill with blood and swell open. Her 
clit throbbed. 

She said, "No, I never have. I'm a virgin." 

She heard one man say, "Look how her cunt's juicing up." 

The other man said, "Look at those tits, would you. Those nipples could 
scratch glass. Hey kid, we can see you're getting off on this. Why 
don't you reach around your ass and pull that pussy open. Show us some 
pink meat." 

Terry looked at them, but couldn't speak. Marsha taunted, "Come on, 
girl, show us your hymen if you really are a virgin." 

Terry found her voice, saying, "I am. I really am." 

The first man said, "She just needs a little more encouragement. Hey 
kid, think about your mom in there getting her twat stretched by 
Steve's cock. Did he show it to you?" 

"No, he didn't." 

The second man said, "Do you want to see ours?" 

Terry said, "I guess, if you want." 

The excited men freed their hard cocks and put them on display, fisting 
their erections. The first was thick and bulky, the second was long, 
thin and arching, and the third was average. She imagined all three 
entering her pussy and pictured her mother bent over Steve's desk with 
his big cock buried to the hilt. She was inclined to give them what 
they wanted, but longed for more of the lewd inducements. 
The long cock with the flaring purple crown held her fascination. 
Marsha launched herself from the couch and came up alongside Terry's 
right side, facing the men. She placed her hands on Terry's tight ass 
with her fingertips framing her slit, saying, "I'm tired of waiting on 
her. I can handle this." 

With that said, she pried Terry's cunt lips wide open, hooked both 
index fingers in the hole, pulled, and declared, "I'll be damned, there 
it is. Isn't that a sweet sight guys?" 

The excited men got up and knelt behind Terry, staring into her pussy. 
Terry liked being examined so obscenely. She felt the cool air on her 
hymen, warmed by their hungry stares. 

While they were absorbed with her pussy, she got a close-up look at 
their cocks. The men were fisting their weeping dicks inches from her 
face. Long Dick noticed Terry staring at his cock. 

He went around to her front and knelt at her head. Terry looked up in 
time to have her vision filled with throbbing cock. He pumped, aiming 
his dick at her mouth, and said, "Here. Get a good look. Like it?" 

"It's really big." 

"See that clear fluid coming from the tip. Do you know what that is?" 

"Pee?" 

"No, it's not pee. That's precum. It's a sweet, honey-like lubricant." 

Before she could react, he swiped the head of his cock across her lips, 
depositing his precum. Terry jerked back, startled. He said, "Taste 
it." 

She licked her lips and found the taste agreeable. He said, "You like 
that, huh? Want more?" 

"Okay, I guess." 

"You'll have to suck it out. Open wide." 

Terry opened her mouth and took in the big head. She began sucking as 
he jacked off. Behind her, Thick Cock stood and brought his cock to her 
pussy. Marsha said, "Don't fuck her. You know what Steve said." 

"I'm not going to fuck her. I just want to give her a sample. I'll just 
dent it a bit." 

"Steve's going to be pissed if you take her cherry." 

Terry listened closely to their exchange. She put no sinister motive on 
Steve's involvement. She saw this as concern for her welfare and 
respected him all the more. The cock in her mouth excited her greatly 
and she sucked hungrily. She waited with expectant anticipation for the 
feel of the stubby cock at her opening, eager to feel the lewd contact. 
She felt the rubbery head push at her inner membranes. He rubbed the 
hot cock up and down her slick slit. Terry was afraid that that was all 
he planned to do. She eased off the cock in her mouth to say, "You can 
stick it in if you want. My mom doesn't care." 

Thick Cock said, "Hey, the bitch wants it!" 

Marsha said, "Steve wants it too." 

"Don't worry. I ain't going to take his precious virgin. Hey, sweetpus. 
I'm going to put the head inside. You tell me when to stop, okay?" 

"Uh huh!" 

Thick Cock grabbed her hips after centering his cock. He pulled gently. 
Terry grunted with the increased pressure, feeling the crown wedge in. 
He pulled harder and the head popped past her vaginal ring and pressed 
against her hymen. She squealed and cried out, "Oh, you're inside. That 
feels weird. I think I like it." 

"God Damn! This is the tightest, sweetest pussy I ever felt. Damn Steve 
anyway. He gets all the cherries. The son-of-a-bitch ought to share." 

Marsha said, "He is sharing. Why do you think he invited you? All he 
wants is first crack at the virgins. You guys get plenty of young 
pussy. You should be grateful." 

"Yeah, I know. I'm just having a hard time convincing my cock. Hey, 
sweetpus, after Steve takes your cherry, I get dibs on being number 
two, all right?" 

Terry got her mouth off the cock and started to speak. With her mouth 
open, a thick, long rope of cum shot to the back of her throat. She 
swallowed reflexively. While swallowing, another strand caught her 
across the nose. She fought to get her mouth over the spewing cock, 
taking another jet on the lower lip. It ran down her chin as she 
fastened her lips around the cock, sucking and swallowing. 

Thick Cock was jacking off with the head buried, beating his fist 
against her vulva on the upstroke, driving Terry wild. Marsha had to 
hold her in place to prevent her from impaling herself. Terry came 
while nursing the spent cock. 

Thick Cock came right after and doused her ass and cunt with his hot 
spend. When he moved, the third man with the average dick, grabbed her 
by the hips, wet his dick in the mess, then shoved that messy dick up 
her ass.

He lost all control and buffeted her ass, slapping his balls against 
her pussy. The others urged him on, hoping he'd finish faster if they 
didn't give him a hard time. Terry wanted him to hurry as well, so she 
leaned back into the assault. When he blasted her colon, she was at the 
edge of another climax.

The adults disengaged and stood back, admiring their handiwork. Marsha 
went for two towels and tossed one to Thick Cock, saying, "Hurry, lets 
get her cleaned up before her old lady gets through. They don't need to 
know about this. 

While she wiped Terry's face, and Thick Cock attended her loins, Marsha 
said, "Let's not mention this, okay?" 

Terry nodded, thinking it was an excellent idea. When they finished, 
she looked as before, only a little raw between the legs. The men 
returned their cocks. All three were back on the couch when April made 
her dramatic entrance. 

She sauntered over to Terry, dripping cum from her pussy, both legs 
heavily streaked. If she noticed the swollen and red areas, she never 
let on. She paraded around Terry, saying, "Well, I see you're still in 
one piece. Do you think you learned your lesson?" 

"Yes, Mommy. I'm sorry." 

April smiled to the audience, then went in search of a towel. She found 
Marsha's stack and brought one back to Terry, who was still holding her 
ankles. April said, "Get on your knees, Terry." 

Terry instantly knelt at her mother's feet, looking into her drenched 
beaver. April handed her the towel, spread her feet out, and said, 
"Here, you clean this mess up." 

Terry started low and dabbed at the semen trails, moving steadily 
toward her mother's crotch. April was playing to the audience and Terry 
assumed Steve put her up to it. He liked showing off to his buddies, 
and she didn't blame him and hoped he'd be pleased with all she'd done 
or allowed to be done. 

Alice stood with her hands on her hips, lewdly offering her soiled 
loins to her daughter's ministrations. 
She said, "Terry, do you know what that stuff is?" 

Conscious that they were both performing, but trying to please Steve, 
Terry said, "Yes, it's sperm." 

Terry was at her mother's inner thighs. "That's right, and where is it 
coming from?" 

"Your vagina." 

"Don't use clinical terms." 

"Your pussy." 

"Tell me how it got there." Terry took her first swipe through the 
inflamed lips, fascinated by the view. 

She said, "Somebody put his dick in your pussy." 

"Who?" 

"Dr. Wayne." 

"That's right, and what's that called?" 

Terry used her fingers to open the lips in order to get at the semen 
seeping from her mother's hole. She said "Fucking! You were letting Dr. 
Wayne fuck your pussy." 

April laughed, pleased with Terry's response and the way she boldly 
handled her pussy. She realized that Terry was also putting on a show 
for the four adults, and that knowledge filled her with pleasure. 

She said, "Are you going to tell your father I've been unfaithful to 
him?" 

"No, never." 

"Yes you are. In fact, as soon as we get home, I'll sit you down with 
him and listen while you do it. You will tell him everything that 
happened and what I made you do, won't you?" 

"If you want me to." 

"Terry, that towel hurts my tender pussy. I think I need something soft 
and warm. Can you think of anything you could use?" 

April was hoping that Terry would take the hint and say, "My tongue." 
Their eyes locked and April tried to send a signal that said, "Don't 
make me suggest it."

Terry surprised her by saying impishly, "I could use my mouth and try 
to suck the sperm out." 

April beamed, saying, "That is an excellent idea. You should have 
thought of it sooner." 

Terry dropped the towel as April waddled into position over her up-
tilted face, centering her hole over Terry's lips. Steve stepped out of 
his office, leaned against the door frame and smiled on the scene. 
April and Steve exchanged smiles as Terry's hands came up from behind 
and grasped April by the hip bones, pulling her face in tight, 
exaggerating the sucking of her mother's pussy. 

April addressed her aroused audience, saying, "She makes a marvelous 
fuck rag. I should have thought of this years ago. What a waste." 

Terry caught Steve's presence out of the corner of her eye and stepped 
up her efforts. She moved her mouth over her mother's clit and sucked 
hard. April said, "Why are you sucking my clit? There's no sperm 
there." 

"I thought if I could make you have an orgasm, it would wash down more 
sperm." 

"Oh, excellent idea. Then by all means, make me cum. Isn't she a doll? 
When she was a baby, I used to let her nurse on my clit as a pacifier. 
Her father used to have fits about that. I never should have stopped 
the practice. I wish he could see her now. Oh yes, honey. You're almost 
there. Flick your tongue on it. That's it, baby. Oh yes! Oh yes! Get 
your mouth over my hole and rub my clit with your finger. Oh fuck yes. 
I'm drowning the little bitch. Drink it down, baby. Oh yeah!" 

After April's orgasm passed, Terry continued to lick and suck her 
mother's pussy. Her hands softly and reverently ran up and down her 
mother's legs. She moved her hands up April's front and molded them to 
her tits, massaging them gently. April allowed the show of affection 
and devotion to go on for a long time, then stepped away, leaving Terry 
in the middle of the room. 

She said, "Get dressed. Let's go have a talk with your daddy so you can 
tell on me."

                                                * * *

April studied Terry, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, staring off 
into space. She said, "You played that very smart back there. You 
surprised me. I didn't really expect you'd stay in the position I put 
you in. That must have been very humiliating for you." 

"I got used to it. I guess you can get used to anything." 

"Like your mother being a slut." 

"You're not a slut, Mom." 

April laughed and said, "You sucked my lover's sperm from my twat and 
then tell me I'm not a slut. Come on, Terry, lets have a little 
honesty." 

"Okay, you're a slut, but I still love you just the same." 

"Isn't that sweet. You know what I think. I think you love the idea. I 
think it makes your pussy wet and juicy. It does, doesn't it?" 

Terry remembered Steve's advice. She hung her head and quietly said, "I 
can't help myself. It just gets that way." 

"I knew it. No girl could eat my pussy the way you did unless she was 
really turned on to it all along. 
Did you ever in your wildest dreams think you'd be sucking sperm from 
your mother's cunt?" 

Terry could see her mother becoming more and more excited by the lewd 
discussion. Her mind tried to look past the bizarre, unfamiliar mother 
to see the mother she knew growing up, a mother crying out for help in 
venting her repressed passions, a mother desperately trying to hang on 
to life. 

Terry did not doubt Dr. Wayne's assessment of the situation. She 
understood the wisdom of his advice. She impulsively offered, "No, 
never. I've thought about licking you there before, though. I think 
about it all the time." 

"You've been secretly lusting after me and your father for years, 
haven't you?" 

Terry blushed and bashfully forced an affirmative nod. Her mother 
smiled, saying, "Of course you have. You can't wait to wrap those 
innocent virgin thighs around his hips and take his stiff cock up your 
twat, can you?" 

Again, she nodded through a deepening blush. April laughed menacingly 
and said, "You fucking little whore. When I think of all the time we've 
wasted, I could slap your face. I hope your father takes a belt to you. 
If I ever catch you acting like an innocent school girl again, I will 
take a belt to you. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, Mother!" 

"You ever lick a pussy before?" 

A shy smile crossed Terry's lips. She said, "Mom, you won't believe 
this, but just last month, I licked eight girls' pussies in one night, 
and that was my first and last time until today." 

"What! There better be a good story that goes with this." 

"There is...want to hear it?" 

"Of course I want to hear it." 

"Well, remember when we had that slumber party at Cindy Hamilton's 
house?" 

"I remember." 

"Well there were nine of us girls, mostly from the swim team. We got to 
talking about sex and boys, as usual. We all got super turned on 
swapping sex stories. Jennifer Gordy suggested we all play a game of 
poker and the first one that lost all of her chips had to be the sex 
slave of everyone else. 

"Most of the girls liked the idea, but me, Cindy, and Toni were against 
it. I didn't want to play poker as the game, because I don't know how 
to play poker. Cindy and Toni were just plain chicken. The others 
finally forced us to agree to play, but we set up rules. 

"One was, if the loser was a virgin, we couldn't stick anything up her 
pussy. Another was, no hurting. Spanking was okay, but nothing that 
might leave a mark. Another was we all swore never to ever tell anyone 
outside our group who the loser was. 

"To make a long story short, I lost, and quickly. They never explained 
the rules of the game very well, and you couldn't drop out of a hand. 
You had to bet no matter what you had. I thought I'd die when I lost 
that last hand. Patty Griswald jumped up and said, 'Let's strip her.' 

"All those girls attacked me. I was naked in seconds. They spread-
eagled me and felt me up. I had sixteen pairs of hands on me and mostly 
between my legs." 

"How exciting! Tell the truth...you loved it, didn't you?" 

"Not at first. At first, I was scared to death. They pulled my legs up 
over my head and forced me into the splits. They pulled my pussy lips 
wide open then took turns looking into my pussy, poking at it, and 
making fun of my cherry. Me, Cindy, and Toni were the only virgins in 
the group. They were really disappointed to find that I was."

"Why?"

"They wanted to play fuck games, you know, fucking the loser with stuff 
like hair brush handles and 
vegetables. Anyway, they worked me over but good. They fucked my ass 
since they couldn't do my pussy. That was one night I hated being a 
virgin. Taking a large cucumber up your butt is no fun." 

"This is fucking beautiful. I love it! What else got shoved up your 
ass?" 

"You name it, if it looked phallic, up my butt it went. Thankfully, 
they gave me a whole series of enemas before they really got serious. I 
was totally empty. I was passing clear water. They got hornier and 
hornier. All but Cindy and Toni stripped naked. That's when they tied 
me on my back and took turns squatting on my face. They held my head 
still while girls rubbed their twats all over my face."

"How nice."

"I didn't think so at the time, but I've thought about it a lot since, 
and the more I think on it the nicer it gets."

"Tell me all about it, and don't skip any details."

"Okay. Girls that were at the end of the line amused themselves teasing 
my pussy. That's when I got turned on. I licked the pussies without 
being ordered to. They thought that was great and teased me mercilessly 
about being queer. They didn't have to hold me after that. I licked 
their pussies anyway they wanted me to: standing, sitting in a chair, 
lying down, doing the splits over my face. That's all I did for the 
rest of the night was lick pussies. Mom, I even had to eat two girls 
that were on the rag." 

"I was going to ask about that. There's no way that at least one out of 
eight girls wouldn't be menstruating. How was it?" 

"Not bad, really. Sarah Brewer made me pull her tampon out with my 
teeth and suck on it. That was gross. That grossed everybody out." 

"Did you ever go down on Cindy?" 

"Yes, and Toni. Cindy took her panties off, and Toni finally stripped 
right before dawn. Cindy was neat. She went ga ga over having me eat 
her out." 

"Some best friend, huh?" 

"She likes to tease me about that night. She's been hinting like crazy 
that she'd like me to do it again. Heck, they all do. They call me 
lezzy, and I'm always getting naked beavers shoved in my face. So far, 
they seem to have kept their word, though. Nothing about me is getting 
around, thank god." 

"Too bad." 

"Too bad? Mom, if that ever got out, I'd be ruined. Everybody is 
talking about Cindy's slumber party. Everybody is speculating about who 
the loser was." 

"Don't tell me Cindy's brother could keep that secret." 

"He couldn't, but Cindy would never tell Mark." 

"I could." 

"Mom! You wouldn't...would you?" 

"When we get home, I want you to get Mark on the phone for me." 

Terry's face fell as all the color drained. She cried, "Mom, I'm 
begging you. Please don't do that. I'll do anything you want." 

"We'll see. As soon as we get in the house, I want you to strip naked, 
go up to your father, and take out his cock. Don't take no for an 
answer, just do it. If you can get him to cum in your mouth, I promise 
I won't tell." 

She whined, "But Mom, Daddy won't let me do that." 

"I know you are stronger than he is. If you can't suck his dick, it 
means you aren't trying." 

Terry sat back and stared out the window, watching her driveway draw 
near with increasing anxiety. With so many things to consider, the one 
overwhelming consideration was that of helping her mother with her 
problem and the awful consequences of not helping. Weighed against 
that, Terry finally set her mind on one goal - following her orders to 
the letter. 

When they walked in the door, Charlie was in the living room, reading 
the afternoon paper. April stood behind Terry just inside the entryway, 
watching as she removed her clothes. She followed as Terry padded into 
the living room, then took a station by the fireplace. 

Charlie set the paper aside, prepared to welcome his family. One look 
at Terry's naked body making directly for him froze his speech. Terry 
walked right up and knelt at his feet, reached for his belt, and said, 
"I have to do this Daddy, please don't fight me." 

Charlie, however, could not relax. He struggled to keep his pants. 
Terry tried to force him to yield, but that was more difficult than she 
anticipated. In exasperation, she placed her hands on his knees and 
pleaded, "Daddy, listen to me! If you don't let me suck your penis - in 
fact, if you don't ejaculate in my mouth, Mom is going to see that I am 
ruined at school. She can do it with one phone call. I could never show 
my face outside this house again. You know she'll do it. I'm begging 
you; let me do this!" 

Charlie turned his frightened eyes on April, while still defending his 
belt. He cried out, "April, please! Don't force her; don't force me. I 
know how much you want this. I understand, but not like this. Honey, 
stop and think about what you're doing. You are going to destroy our 
relationship with our only daughter. She'll end up hating us and will 
probably run away, or worse." 

April shot back, "Charlie, I think I know my daughter better than that. 
I know how much she can take, and she wants me to push. She secretly 
wants me to expose the real Terry." 

"April, the real Terry is exposed. The Terry you are thinking about is 
a product of your imagination. You created the bad Terry." 

Terry observed the exchange like a fan watching a tennis match. With 
her secret knowledge of her mother's problem, and with her father's 
confidences, she felt she could moderate the argument from a higher 
level of understanding. It was a strange position to be in with 
parents. She could say nothing, though, only listen. 

April said, "Bullshit! If you were a real man you'd see right away that 
Terry is a natural born whore. She's addicted to semen. She has to have 
it, and she'll go to any lengths to get it. She wants to get fucked so 
badly she can't stand it. She's a slave to her hot pussy and there's 
nothing she won't do to satisfy her hungry slut slit." 

Terry blushed at her mother's words. She wanted to tell them that she'd 
only had her first taste of semen less than an hour earlier. She bit 
her tongue as Charlie said, "That's pure nonsense, April. I dare say 
she's never seen or tasted semen." 

"Forget about the phone call for the time being, Terry. I think it 
would be instructive for you to tell your father about your afternoon. 
Start with the message you gave me in Dr. Wayne's waiting room in front 
of all those people. Tell him how you humiliated me in front of nearly 
a dozen people, many of them my coworkers. Go on, Terry, and be sure to 
tell him what I did to you as a punishment." 

Terry picked up on the clue to exaggerate. Though it bothered her to 
lie to her father, she went along. She gave an accurate description of 
the event, taking this opportunity to let her mother know what actually 
happened to her while she was with Dr. Wayne. She also put faces to the 
fictitious numbers. 
Charlie sat in numbed disbelief, glancing frequently to his wife to get 
her confirming smug smile. April enjoyed the way Terry narrated the 
incident, giving April another perspective on one of the most exciting 
sexual adventures of her life. From time to time, April interrupted to 
offer a lewd detail, or prompt Terry in a certain direction. Terry 
seemed to read her thoughts, picking up hints and elaborating. 
As in Dr. Wayne's office, the telling of a sex story rekindled her 
vaginal fire. Before Terry was through, she had one hand between her 
legs, the other fondling her breasts, and was using a steady stream of 
the most vulgar terms. 

When Terry concluded her story, April folded her arms curtly and said, 
"Well, what do you think of our little angel now." 

"Damn it, April. What planet are you from. You committed adultery, 
publicly stripped and humiliated my daughter, forced her to perform 
cunnilingus on you afterward, also in public, and have the audacity to 
point an accusing finger at her. You cheated on me, April. You've been 
with another man. Why? I want an explanation. Forget about Terry." 

April pretended to ignore his tirade. She said, "Look at her, Charlie. 
She's so hot she has to masturbate. The girl is shameless. It's a good 
thing I noticed the signs early. Now I can guide her. There's nothing 
we can do, a whore is a whore. It's genetic. Probably from your side. 
Your mother was strange; you have to admit that." 

"Don't change the subject. I want to know about this guy you're having 
an affair with." 

April marched over, saying, "It's not an affair; it was a fuck. And 
where do you get off talking to me in that tone? When did you grow a 
pair of balls?" 

April loomed over him, standing beside Terry. She reached behind Terry 
and propelled her onto to Charlie's lap. As Terry fell forward, she 
turned and sat on his lap. Charlie held her protectively as a shield 
from April's wrath. His right arm crossed over both breasts, his left 
hand rested low on her tummy. Terry settled in, sitting up, her back 
against his chest, her legs outside his, sitting directly over his 
groin. 

While Charlie was focused on his angry wife, Terry placed her left hand 
on his left hand and gently moved it between her legs. Terry guided her 
father's finger through her moist slit. April maintained her tirade, 
shouting invectives and demeaning his manhood. 

Charlie cowered, but Terry felt his manhood awaken beneath her. The 
more demeaning threats and insults her mother threw at him, the harder 
he got. Terry wanted to pass this news bulletin to her mother, but 
could not. 

In addition, her father's fingers began moving through her slit on 
their own. This she passed on by moving her hand off of his. When April 
first noticed, her face lit up. April said, "Charlie, you're pathetic. 
You sit there all sanctimonious, talking morality and fidelity, and 
have the nerve to finger-fuck my daughter right in front of me while 
playing with her tits." 

His fingers stopped moving, but he kept them in place, saying meekly, 
"I thought that's what you wanted. I just want to be a good husband to 
you." 

"Do you want to be a good husband, Charlie?" He nodded. 

"Then find me a big-dicked stud to fuck. While you're at it, get a few 
for your little angel. And by the way, you need to throw in a few cunts 
for her. She has a fondness for pussy, too. Tell your father how many 
little girls you have licked between the legs." 

Terry turned her face to her dad's and said, "Not counting Mom, eight." 

"Some angel, huh! From now on, you address her as slut, whore, tramp, 
bitch, cock-sucker, or cunt-lapper. When you refer to her, don't ever 
use her name or the word daughter alone. It is whore daughter, or slut 
daughter, is that understood?" 

Charlie nodded. Terry squirmed over his stiff cock and yawned her legs 
wide. Charlie moved two fingers into her cunt. Terry snuggled back and 
lolled her head on his shoulder, turning to face him and saying 
impishly, "What are you going to call me, Daddy?" 

"All of them, I guess." 

"No, I want to hear." 

"You are our whore daughter. You're a slut and a cunt-lapper. You are 
my tramp daughter, a cock-sucker." 

"Ummmm, Yes. That sounds better than plain old Terry, especially when 
you say it. I want to suck your cock, Daddy. Please! Please may I!" 

Terry slid to the floor while turning to face him. She settled between 
his legs and reached for his belt. This time, he sat passively and 
watched her open his pants. She freed his stiff member and stuffed it 
into her mouth, sucking hungrily while jacking his shaft. April took a 
seat beside her husband. Her arm went around his shoulder. She took his 
left hand in her left hand and squeezed. Together, they watched Terry 
sucking cock like a sex fiend. 

April turned and gave Charlie a passionate kiss, the first in months. 
She whispered in his ear, "I love you, you know that don't you?" He 
nodded. "You know I'm doing the right thing with her, don't you?" 

He looked to his crotch and saw his lovely daughter trying like hell to 
suck his nuts up through his dick. Again he nodded. "You'll support me 
from now on. You won't give me a hard time?" 

He gave another silent nod while watching Terry get as much cock in her 
mouth as she could. They both settled back to await the climactic 
finish. Minutes later, Charlie's loins lifted, he strained, grunted, 
and pumped a copious load into Terry's feverishly sucking mouth. He 
cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, Jesus! Look at her go, sweetheart. I'm pumping 
cum into Terry's mouth. Swallow it down, baby! Eat Daddy's cum. Oh 
yeah..." 

Terry swallowed as fast as she could, nursing hungrily on the spurting 
cock. After he settled back and relaxed, Terry kept on sucking and 
milking, trying to make him hard again. April tapped her daughter on 
the shoulder and said, "Time out, slut. He's a one-shot cannon. Why 
don't you lie back on the floor and masturbate for us. Tell your father 
about Cindy's slumber party. He'll like that one." 

Terry reclined on her back, spread her legs wide, and proceeded to 
narrate her adventure. When she finished, and after two orgasms, she 
looked to her pleased mother with a self-satisfied smile for she had 
made herself out to be a closet bisexual slut who threw poker games to 
get at the gash. April returned the smile and said, "That was very 
good, slut. Now get Mark on the phone." 

Terry sat up, astonished. She said, "What? But I did what you said!" 

"I know. I'm not going to tell him you were the loser or that you threw 
the game to get at all that juicy pussy. I want to talk to him; now, do 
as I said." 

Terry painfully got to her feet and went to the phone. She paused after 
picking up the hand-set and said, "Please! I beg you. Don't say 
anything to Mark. Don't make me call him." 

"Dial!" 

Charlie cast concerned eyes on April. April merely smiled down on him 
as she got up to move to the phone. Terry dialed with trembling 
fingers. Cindy's mother answered and called Mark. Terry sheepishly 
said, "Mark, this is Terry. My mother wants to talk to you." 

Terry handed April the phone, pleading with her eyes, shaking her head 
and mutely mouthing the words, 'NO, PLEASE NO'. 

April turned her back to Terry and said, "Hello, Mark, how are you? You 
did a great job edging our lawn, but that's not what I called about." 

Terry was back in April's face pleading with prayerful hands. April 
again turned away. "Mark, this may sound a bit odd. I shouldn't be 
doing this. I have to punish Terry. She's done something very bad. It's 
so shocking and disgusting, I couldn't say it over the phone." 

Terry got on her knees in front of April and prayed earnestly. "No, I'd 
rather not say. Just a moment, Mark." April cradled the phone in her 
neck, reached down and lifted her skirt, spread her legs, and shoved 
Terry's face hard up against her crotch, saying, "Now stay there until 
I'm done." 

She smiled at Charlie who was looking back from the sofa. She leaned 
back against the telephone stand, widened her stance, and maneuvered 
Terry's head by pressing on her head. She crossed her eyes, licked her 
lips, then bit her lower lip demonstrating to her husband just how much 
she enjoyed what she was doing to their daughter. Terry now did her 
pleading with her mouth and hands, trying to win influence by acting 
like a bisexual slut. She groveled in her mother's cunt.

Charlie merely shook his head with an uneasy smile, but kept watching. 
April could feel the tears running down her inner thighs as she said, 
"Okay, Mark. As I was saying, I need to punish her severely, but I 
can't bring myself to hit her as hard as she deserves. I thought I 
might gain the impact I need by adding an element of humiliation. That 
way, I wouldn't have to physically hurt her. You always seemed to take 
an interest in Terry. I got to thinking, maybe if you came over and 
watched." 

"Heck yeah, Mrs. Jennings,! I'd love...I mean sure, I'd be willing to 
help you out." 

"Mark, I should warn you, I usually make her strip naked for 
punishments. I suppose I could let her wear her swimsuit." 

"No! Please, you don't have to change anything on my account." 

"Do you think I should ask your mother if it's okay?" 

"NO!...Uh, she left, besides, I'm sure it's okay with Mom. She thinks 
like you do. She lets me look at Playboy and Penthouse. It's no big 
deal seeing a naked girl." 

"If you're sure. I didn't think you'd mind seeing her naked, but I 
thought the punishment part might bother you." 

"No, it won't bother me at all." 

"I won't hurt her, I assure you. It's her pride I want to hurt. Say, do 
you know of anyone else that might be willing to help out. How about 
Cindy or some of the neighborhood boys you know?" 

"Cindy will want to see, for sure, and I can get lots of guys." 

"I think six, maybe ten would be plenty. Be sure to warn them and tell 
them to get their parent's permission." 

"No problem, Mrs. Jennings." 

"Can you get them here in say, an hour?" 

"Sure." 

"See you in one hour then. Oh, and Mark. I hope no one brings a camera, 
because I'll have to be stepping out of the room from time to time, and 
there's no way I could stop her from being photographed." 

"Jerry can bring his Instamatic and Cindy has a Polaroid." 

April smiled and said, "Mark, I don't think you got my drift. I don't 
want to know." 

"Oh, yeah, right." 

"Thanks again, Mark. See you in an hour." 

April hung up the phone and looked down on Terry who sat with her head 
in cunt - in a slump in cunt sobbing quietly. Charlie had come 
alongside and looked on that scene in awe, mostly at his wife who 
seemed to take no pity whatsoever. April said, "Did you really think 
that pathetic display of cunt groveling would spare you? Did you think 
I would take pity on a lowly slut, a father sucker, a cunt lapping 
whore? Did you? Let this be your answer and a lesson."

Charlie could not believe his eyes when April began pissing in Terry's 
face, smearing her pussy around Terry's face as she emptied her 
bladder. Terry got the messages, wet and clear. Her mom really had to 
go bad. That was one message. She was very sick. That was another. 
Venting was fun. That was another message. Piss won't hurt a well-waxed 
hardwood floor, and sluts receive no mercy in her house. After 
thoroughly relieving herself and soaking her daughter, April lifted her 
face by the wet chin and said, "We're going to have some fun, whore. 
Aren't you excited?" 

"Mom, how could you do this to me?"

"What, piss in your fucking face and ruin your dress?"

"No. Ruin me.  How can I go to school tomorrow, or ever?" 

"You'll go. Look at it this way. You're a whore. It pays to advertise. 
What's the use of having a whore for a daughter if nobody knows she's a 
whore. If I had my way, I'd have it tattooed on your forehead. I want 
everyone to know that my daughter is a cunt-sucking, cock-sucking, 
butt-fucking whore. Do you know how you're going to help me with my 
goal?" 

Terry's head shook, no. Her mother continued, "During this mock 
punishment ordeal, you are going to let it slip that you were the loser 
at Cindy's slumber party, and that you lost on purpose." Terry just 
stared numbly. "I want you to think of a clever way to expose yourself. 
You have less than one hour. Now, go put on your bikini and throw a 
robe over it. Take some time to fix your face, hit your hair with a 
blow drier, and put on lots of makeup. Oh, and go heavy on the perfume. 
You reek of piss. There's no time to shower." 

Terry broke down in tears, slowly got to her feet, and left the room. 
April walked over to Charlie and said, "She'll be all right after we 
get started. It'll be better this way. Why drag this out over months." 

He said, "You are destroying her, April."

"I disagree. I'm opening up a new world to her. Bisexual whores and 
sluts enjoy their world. Terry and I are strongly bisexual sensual 
creatures. We love sex, all kinds. She licked at my piss hole while I 
was pissing in her mouth. I wish somebody had pissed in my face twenty 
years ago."

"Be that as it may, inviting those kids is a big mistake, April. What 
you're considering is child abuse. Those kids will talk. Those pictures 
will be all over. The police are going to come knocking on our door." 

"I doubt that. I'm not going to hit her with anything, just my hand. 
Spanking in this state does not constitute child abuse. There's no law 
that says we can't go nude in our own home. I've warned my guests. If 
they stay voluntarily, there's nothing anyone can do but bitch. I'm not 
going to get into any sex play, it will be a straight punishment 
session. Of course, I'm going to punish her for acting like a whore, 
buying that bikini, and shaving off her pubic hair. What they do when 
my back is turned is their business." 

                                                       * * *

Terry went straight to her bedroom phone and called Dr. Wayne. "Hello! 
Steve, this is Terry, Terry Jennings." 

"Terry, you sound like you've been crying." 

"Mom's gone off the deep end. She made me suck dad's dick, then suck 
her pussy while she pissed in my mouth. Now she has invited a bunch of 
kids from school to watch me get punished, naked. She's even going to 
make me wear that bikini and make me admit to them that I'm a whore. 
They're going to take pictures. What am I going to do? They'll be here 
soon." 

"Terry, when you made the commitment to help your mother, did you think 
you'd actually keep it a family secret?" 

"Well, no, but..." 

"I told you she wants a whore, you, to vent through. You volunteered to 
be her sex slave and whore. I told your mom to go ahead and get it out 
of her system, make the announcement to the world. I thought you were 
serious about helping her." 

"I am, but..." 

"There's no buts. Either you are, or you're not. If you are, then you 
go down and act like a fucking whore for your mother. This isn't make 
believe, Terry. You're actually going to have to become a whore and sex 
slave to satisfy her." 

"But I'm not a whore." 

"You'd have a hard time convincing my golf buddies of that. Pete is 
still going on about that blow job you gave him. Dave can't get over 
your tight cunt. Tony raves about your buttery ass. Marsha has talked 
of nothing else. They're still here." 

"They told you?" 

"They weren't going to, but they couldn't hold it in." 

"Steve, when they were talking, they said you had dibs on my cherry. Is 
that true?" 

"I stake my claim on every female that comes through my office if I can 
get her, yeah." 

"Oh. So, when are you going to claim mine?" 

"You're sounding like a whore, Terry." 

"I'm trying to, only how can I be a whore if I'm a virgin?" 

"Good point. It sounds like you've accepted your lot in life." 

"Yeah, I knew I would. You know what? I was scared to death, and I 
cried a lot, but it was out of nervousness. I really think this is 
exciting. I mean, if I have to do it anyway, and Mom is going to see 
that everybody knows I'm a whore, this is a pretty neat way of getting 
started. I was hoping you'd talk me into it." 

"I'll bet your pussy is wet, isn't it?" 

"I'm flooding my thighs; besides, everything on me is wet right now. 
She pisses like a cow and some even got in me."

"Piss won't hurt you. Urine is sterile."

"I know or none would have gotten in me. Look, I better get moving. I 
have a show to put on." 

"Break a leg, kid." 

                                                * * *

Terry had the obscene bikini on and was adjusting the patch nested 
between her legs. She made the top edge show the beginning of her 
vaginal crease. While adjusting the front ties, her phone rang. Her 
friend, Cindy, was on the line. Cindy said, 

"Terry, what's going on?" 

"Oh, Cindy. I don't know what to say. My mom is weirding out." 

"No kidding. Is she really going to punish you, naked in front of Mark 
and his buddies?" 

"Yes." 

"Holy shit! What did you do?" 

"I can't say." 

"Wow, it must be really bad. I'm coming too. You won't be mad, will 
you?" 

"Would it matter?" 

"Look, I'm really sorry, Terry. I feel real badly for you, honestly, 
but you understand, don't you? I can't pass this up. You'd be over here 
if it was me, and you know it." 

"I suppose." 

"Terry, Jennifer Gordy was with me when Mark told me. She's coming 
too." 

"Oh, no, not Jennifer!" 

"She wants to talk to you." 

Terry started to protest, but found herself protesting to Jennifer:

"Hi, lover. I hear you've been a bad girl. Did Mommy catch you going 
down on one of her friends? My pussy has been missing you something 
fierce. It's always crying, 'I need my TerryTongue!'" 

Terry heard the viscous laughter coming from both girls. Her face fell. 
She listened as Jennifer taunted, "We're bringing Cindy's Polaroid. We 
girls had a meeting. We decided that you've been stingy with your 
vaginal favors. We kind of like having a lezzy in the group. Even Cindy 
is pissed at you for not taking her hints. Toni is the only one that 
feels sorry for you, but even she's coming around. We're going to bring 
her along. If your Mom leaves us alone like she hinted she would, we're 
going to hold Toni down for you. You know what you better do, don't 
you?" 

"Please, Jennifer, not in front of those boys. Look, I'll start being 
extra nice to you guys. I won't give you any problem, I promise." 

"I know you won't. Say, your mom won't get pissed if she walks in and 
catches us, will she?" 

"I doubt it." 

"Could we get away with stripping Toni?" 

"Knowing her, she'd probably like that." 

"Yeah! Is Mommy a lezzy, too?" 

"I'm not a lezzy, Jennifer, and neither is my mom." 

"Yeah, right. I'll bet you two lick each other's pussies, don't you? 
Don't you?" 

"Jennifer, please. Why are you being like this? I thought you guys were 
my friends." 

"We are, and we can be better friends as soon as you learn your place." 

"Which is?" 

"On your knees with your face between our legs, sucking our cunts. Now, 
do you understand?" 

"Yes." 

"You don't sound very convincing." 

"I understand, Jennifer. You'll get your way; you always do." 

"That's right, and you better remember, we only promised not to divulge 
the loser's identity. Nothing says we have to keep this or the pictures 
to ourselves. If you don't want to be famous, you'd better learn how to 
be a good friend. See you in a few minutes, lover!" 

The phone went dead. Terry's heart beat rapidly as she hung up the 
hand-set. She turned as her father poked his head in the door. Their 
eyes met. She saw his eyes wander over her skimpy bikini. He said, "May 
I come in, sweetheart?" 

"Yes, Daddy, you know you can." 

He eased inside and closed her door. They stood facing each other, 
exchanging somber looks. Terry burst out, "Oh, Daddy!" 
She feel into his warm hugging embrace. Charlie tried to ignore her 
exciting body pressing him full front. His hands timidly stroked her 
smooth back in a soothing, fatherly manner. He said, "There, there, 
precious. It's all right. I'm so sorry, Terry." 

Terry leaned back in his arms and studied his face. She said, "You 
can't call me by my name anymore, remember?" 

"Your mother is taking a shower." 

"Yeah, well, it's a bad habit to get into. One day you'll slip. I know 
you don't like calling me those names, but I don't want you to get in 
trouble." 

Terry had her arms around his lower waist and applied undue pressure 
keeping their loins in tight contact. Terry could feel his manhood 
stirring against her mound. She reached back and guided both of his 
hands down from the small of her back to the lower slopes of her ass 
cheeks. She smiled as he cupped her moons and returned the pressure. 
Terry lifted to position his cockhead at her clit and shamelessly 
rolled her pelvis as he dug his fingers into her ass crack, pulling her 
tight. 

Terry said, "She expects me to act like a whore, and expects you to 
treat me like a whore. We may as well practice." 
He nodded and rubbed against her. She said, "That feels good, Daddy." 
They rocked against one another for several moments, then Terry said, 
"Daddy, Mom is sick. I talked with her therapist. She has to vent these 
passions or she'll break down. She could kill herself." 

Charlie eyed her curiously, immediately suspicious. He did not pass 
those suspicions to Terry, however. He said, "I'm glad she found 
professional help. Did the doctor suggest you go along with her?" 

"Yes. He said I had to. He said it's a matter of life and death. Daddy, 
he only screwed mom because she needed to vent pressure. He's a real 
neat guy, Daddy." 

"I'm sure he is." 

"Daddy, Mom wants him to take my virginity. We are both willing. I 
think it's all set up." 

"I see." 

"I know she wants to see you and me fucking." 

"Yes, I know. I hear about it all the time." 

"You'll have to do it. You know that, don't you?" 

"Yes. Sweetheart, I could do it right now." 

Terry looked down her front at her father's loins dry humping her 
crotch and said, "I can tell. You almost are. You'll have to wait your 
turn, though." She was delighted at his reaction. He pounded against 
her cunt. She took the lewd abuse with a passive smile, adding, 
"Besides Dr. Wayne, there are three other men who get to fuck my pussy 
before you do." He humped wildly against her cunt. "There may even be 
more that get to fuck me that I don't know about. I think they're 
drawing lots to see who gets to fuck my pussy first." He slammed his 
loins into her repeatedly. "Does it bother you to have to wait in line 
to fuck my horny pussy, Daddy?" 

Charlie groaned, stiffened, spasmed, and drenched his pants while 
clinging tightly to his lusty daughter. Terry felt the warm wetness 
spreading over her crotch. She hugged his neck and whispered sexily, "I 
can't wait to fuck you, Daddy. I wish they'd let you get a number 
before the line gets much longer." 

Charlie couldn't speak. He held her tightly, embarrassed at his lack of 
control. Terry said, "I have to finish getting ready, and it feels like 
you need to change your pants." 

They eased apart, slowly. They both looked at the spreading wet spot 
over his groin. Terry smiled, patted the spot and said, "You shouldn't 
have much trouble treating me like a whore now, huh?" 

He smiled self-consciously and said, "Or calling you one. I'm sorry. I 
don't know why I said that." 

Terry laughed and brushed hair from his brow, saying, "You said it 
because you know I am one." 

He studied her pretty face and said, "Are you really, Terry? I mean do 
you really see yourself that way?" 

"I do now. I certainly will after this little get together. And you 
called me Terry again. The next time you slip, I'm going to tell Mom. I 
mean it." 

"All right. You asked for it, slut. From now on, you are a fucking 
whore, and I'm going to treat you like one." 

Terry smiled, leaned up, and kissed his forehead. She turned him toward 
the door and pushed gently, saying, "Good, now leave this whore to her 
business. I have a show to get ready for." 

He paused at the door to say, "Break a leg." 

Terry said, "You're the second person today that told me that. This 
whore business is beginning to sound dangerous."

                                                              * * *

Terry applied the finishing touches to her full lips by applying thick 
red lipstick as her mother entered the room carrying a grocery bag. 
Terry stood and presented herself for inspection. 

April studied Terry wearing only the tiny string bikini and liked what 
she saw. She set the bag on Terry's bed and advanced on her, kneeling 
at Terry's feet, and dropping the two front ties to the suit. The 
crotch pad fell away and dangled between Terry's legs held by the one 
string secured to the chain belt in back. April brought her middle 
finger to Terry's vaginal opening and said, "You better bite down, this 
might sting a bit." 

Before Terry had time to absorb the instructions, her mother's 
stiffened finger went fully into her pussy, tearing through her hymen. 
Terry went to her tip toes and cried out, "Ouch!" 

April kept her finger deeply embedded and said, "There, that pesky 
membrane is history. I can't very well accuse you of being a whore if 
you are a biological virgin, now can I?" 

Terry shook her head and wiped tears from her eyes. April said, "I had 
hoped to offer your cherry to Steve Wayne, but I think he'd approve. 
He'll still be your first fuck, and you'll find it will go much better 
if his big cock isn't the first foreign object you've taken." 

April withdrew her finger and examined it, saying, "Good, at least you 
don't bleed like a stuck pig the way I did." 

She went to the bag and withdrew a rubber cock eight-inches long and 
thickly veined. It looked to Terry like a lopped-off penis. April 
brought it to Terry's pussy and wet it in her juices. She fit the cock 
into Terry's opening and worked it in, twisting and turning as Terry 
squirmed and groaned. Terry had a difficult time taking it, as April 
wanted to insert the entire dildo. She finally managed to get the base 
past the vaginal ring of muscle tissue, then sat back and smiled, 
saying, "There...feel stuffed?" 

"Oh God, Mom! It feels like it's going to pop out of my mouth." 

"This is nothing, Terry. Pussies are incredibly elastic. I'll have you 
taking foot-long monsters that are thicker than your forearm inside a 
week. I can also teach you exercises that will keep you tight like a 
virgin. You will be able to fuck a horse but still be able to squeeze 
down on a pencil." 

"Can you do that, Mom?" 

"Don't be silly. I'm no whore. Why would I want my vagina turned into a 
toy for any cock that comes along. Turn around and bend over. I have 
one other surprise for you. Grab your cheeks and smile for me." 

Terry followed orders. "No! Grab your ass cheeks, you dumb cunt, and 
get that silly grin off your face." 

April went to the bag and returned with a plastic butt plug, then 
rudely inserted the hard plastic cylinder in Terry's asshole while 
Terry strained and groaned. April slapped her ass and said, "Stand and 
turn around. Now walk up and down." 

Terry took baby steps but gradually adjusted to the novel sensation. 
After a few trips around the room, she walked fairly normal. April 
said, "Perfect, now retie your bottoms, throw on the robe, and be 
prepared to make an entrance at my call. Oh, and Terry, if I'm not 
satisfied with the way you act, and you know very well what I want, 
I'll take a belt to you. Don't think that because I've never laid a 
hand on you that I won't. Things are different, now. Is that 
understood?" 

"Yes, Mother. I'll put on a good show, I promise." 

When April left Terry alone, Terry fell forward onto her bed and began 
crying. Though resolved to her fate, she none-the-less had her normal 
inhibitions and true self-image to contend with. The thought of her 
life after the session filled her with dread. She slowly gathered 
courage and fought the impulse to call Dr. Wayne for more support. She 
listened carefully for noise from downstairs and soon heard her front 
door receiving guests. She recognized every voice and shuddered at the 
awareness that practically every neighborhood boy between twelve and 
sixteen years of age was in her house. 

There were eight in all, not counting Cindy, Toni, and Jennifer, 
bringing the total to eleven. Terry had grown up with those kids and 
fought a running battle with the boys to protect her modesty. They were 
all friends of Mark. Mark was, in fact, the ring leader. Those same 
boys went to elaborate extremes to steal her secrets, often with 
Cindy's help. 

Cindy would distract Terry so that a few boys could get low behind her 
and gaze up her skirt. Sometimes, Cindy arranged to hide boys in her 
room then talked Terry into trying on clothes. As a consequence, Terry 
was forever on her guard. They'd get their fill today, she mused. 

Terry had her ear to the door, waiting with anxious anticipation for 
her mother's call. Five minutes after the last boy arrived, 
she heard, "Terry! Come down here." 

Terry took a deep breath, hugged the robe tightly and made her exit. 
She took the stairs on trembling legs and advanced into the living 
room. The kids sat in a semi-circle around April with the three girls 
standing in the back, smiling. Terry was flushed red as she timidly 
went to stand beside her mother facing the center of the group. 

She noticed that Mark had the best seat, front and center. The Robinson 
twins, the same boys that got into trouble for placing a ladder at her 
bedroom window and spying on her, sat on either side of Mark. Brad, 
Steven, and Jeff were on Mark's left. Jerry and Brady were on Mark's 
right. 

They were all looking up at her in hopeful expectation. Terry gulped as 
April began by saying, "As you all know, my daughter is here to be 
punished. Her humiliation is her punishment, so feel free to look and 
comment. I trust that you all secured your parent's permission and that 
you informed them that Terry would be punished in the nude." 

They all nodded vigorously. The little liars, thought Terry. April 
continued, "Very well. Terry has been doing things that I personally 
find immoral and disgusting, but a picture is worth a thousand words, 
as they say." 

With this, April reached for Terry's robe having to, almost pry Terry's 
paralyzed fingers from it. With agonizing slowness, it parted fully and 
was pulled away. A collective gasp came from the boys at the sight she 
presented. She may as well have been naked. Her breast were bare save 
for the tiny triangles that barely covered each nipple. The right 
triangle had, in fact, slipped off revealing most of that nipple. They 
saw a simple gold chain belt securing two strings that dipped between 
Terry's legs. They could see that the strings tied to a patch, but the 
patch was between her closed legs. They gawked at the bare pubic mound 
and at the beginning of Terry's denuded pussy crack. Their eyes 
devoured her body from her head to her high heel clad feet. 

April let them absorb the vision for a few minutes, then said, "This is 
what Terry spent my money on when she asked to buy a swim suit. Is this 
the type of swim suit a nice girl wears, Mark?" 

Mark said, "Heck no!" 

"Mark, what kind of girl wants to wear a suit like this?" 

"Do you want me to say for real?" 

"Yes, be honest." 

He smiled and said, "A slut, I guess." 

"How about whore, or tramp, or cheap slut?" 

"Yeah, all of those." 

"Cindy, would you ever wear something like this?" 

"No way, I'd die." 

"Jennifer?" 

"Shit no! I'm not a slut like Terry. I'm sorry, Mrs. Jennings, but you 
said be honest." 

"Oh, I agree with you one hundred percent. I appreciate your honesty." 

Addressing Toni, she said, "Aren't you Toni Talbert?" Toni nodded 
bashfully. "Do you agree with Jennifer?" 

"I guess. I know I'd never be caught dead in something like that. My 
Mom and Dad would kill me if I wore something like that." 

"I wouldn't blame them, Toni." 

Terry took all this while staring blankly off in space on the verge of 
hyper-ventilating. April said, "I caught her standing in her open 
window doing a bump and grind with her hands between her legs, flashing 
people that walked by on the sidewalk. Did any of you kids catch her 
act?" 

A sea of heads shook in amused wonder. "Well some of your parents did, 
I'm sure. Terry, remove that suit this instant. It disgusts me to look 
at you in that thing." 

With trembling fingers, Terry untied the top and let it drop. She 
reached behind and released the one tie in back. Her crotch pad hung 
between her legs. She released the two front ties and it fell away 
leaving her naked except for the chain belt and high heels. April 
stopped her from removing the belt and said, "Now, stand with your feet 
wide apart since you like displaying your body so much." 

Terry moved her right foot out with an anguished moan. April wasn't 
satisfied until Terry had her feet a yard apart. The boys strained 
towards the center looking up between Terry's legs. The three girls 
laughed nervously at Terry's embarrassment and at her shaved pussy. 
Jennifer said, "God, what a slut! She even shaves her pussy. What's the 
matter, Terry? Isn't regular naked good enough for you?" 

Jennifer looked to April to see if she'd gone too far. April smiled and 
said, "Well, at least one person knows how to humiliate a girl. What's 
the matter with you boys? I never thought you guys would be this 
quiet?" 

Terry then had to tolerate a barrage of lewd, nasty insults, along with 
crude descriptions of what they were seeing. Despite her anxiety, the 
exposure made her pussy swell and lubricate. Her clit poked out 
dramatically. As yet, no one noticed the tip of the butt plug. This was 
partly because Terry had her cheeks clutched tightly over it. 

April dropped a stack of pornographic magazines at Terry's feet and 
said, "I found these under her mattress." 

The boys scrabbled to examine the full glossy pictures of people 
fucking and sucking. April then emptied the contents of her grocery bag 
between Terry's feet. An assortment of dildoes, vibrators, and marital 
aids shocked the young spectators. April explained, "I found these 
disgusting things hidden in her closet." 

Terry looked down and groaned in further embarrassment. The kids went 
nuts, passing around the lewd devices. More lewd comments followed. 
April said, "This calls for a sound spanking, Terry. Turn around and 
spread your legs wide." She followed orders like an automaton. "Now 
bend over and place your palms flat on the floor between your feet." 

This act brought an instant declaration from several quarters. "Hey, 
Mrs. Jennings. Terry has something up her butt." 

April feigned shock and dipped down to look. She grasped the end and 
slowly removed the plastic device, saying, "Oh my Lord! Is there no end 
to your decadence, Terry? You knew you'd be showing yourself before 
these kids. Are you really that desperate to get the word out? Is that 
what you want? Do you want these kids to spread the news all over 
school and the neighborhood that you are a horny slut?" 

Terry took this as her cue, nodded meekly, then said, "I'm sorry. It 
all started after I lost that stupid poker game at Cindy's slumber 
party." 

April picked up on her cue and the two fell right into an impromptu 
act. "You, lose at poker! I can't believe that. You're an excellent 
poker player." 

"I lost on purpose." 

"Why, for heaven's sake?" 

"I wanted to be their sex slave. I figured they'd make me lick their 
pussies, and they did." 

Jennifer said, "I figured as much. She's lying, though. We never made 
her. You should have seen the slut, Mrs. Jennings. She was insatiable 
the way she kept attacking our cunts. She made a pest of herself, 
crawling around and trying to lick us between our legs. She begged us 
to let her lap our beavers. We only let her because we felt sorry for 
her. She was so pathetic." 

"I'm sure she was, and I don't blame you young ladies one bit. Well, 
Terry, what have you to say for yourself. Is Jennifer telling the 
truth." 

"Yes." 

"Well, for lying, you've earned additional punishment. I might as well 
begin." 

With that formality out of the way, April began spanking Terry with 
hard slaps to her white ass cheeks. Her slaps became centered over 
Terry's vulnerable crotch. Eventually April turned her fingers down and 
delivered wet slaps to her daughter's pussy. 

After a dozen or so, April paused and said, "I feel something hard 
where nothing hard should be." She knelt and pried open Terry's cunt 
lips exposing the buried dildo, exclaiming, "Oh Jesus!" 

She reached in with a finger and thumb and pinched the base of the fake 
cock, withdrawing it deliciously slow. She held the shiny, slick cudgel 
for everyone to see and said, "This is unbelievable. I have a good mind 
to put this back and make you wear it. In fact, that's exactly what I 
will do." 

With that, April fucked the dildoe back into Terry's wet beaver and 
left an inch sticking out. She resumed her spanking, spanking that tip 
in the process and driving Terry to wiggling her hips in invitation. 
April got up and said, "I need to have a long talk with your father, 
Terry. Will you kids excuse me. Terry, don't you move an inch. 
Jennifer, I'll leave you in charge. I'm sure you can keep Terry in 
line." 

Jennifer came forward with a big smile, slapped Terry's ass hard and 
said, "Take your time, Mrs. Jennings." 

April smiled and left the room. Jennifer, came to stand at Terry's head 
overlooking her naked haunches, grabbed a hand full of blond hair and 
lifted Terry's head, forcing her to look up. She said, "You were smart 
not to call me a liar, bitch! So you like sucking our twats, huh? I'll 
bet you like sucking your mom's, too. Your old lady's getting her 
jollies. She's probably back there whacking her clit right now. Are you 
two sucking each other off?" 

"No, Mom's not like that, Jennifer. It's just me, I swear." 

"Bullshit, Terry! I know a con when I see one. You can act, but she 
can't act worth shit. She put you up to this, didn't she? This was all 
her idea. I'll bet she even put those things up your ass and cunt, 
didn't she?" 

"No, I did that on my own. She didn't know anything." 

"You two are pathetic lezzie sluts, but who cares as long as we get 
ours. Ain't that right, Cindy?" 

"Yeah, I guess. Hey, Terry, how come you never let on about your mom? I 
think it's neat. Did you think I'd get upset? I thought we were 
friends." 

Mark said, "I'll bet she was afraid you'd tell me. You would have, 
wouldn't you?" 

"Yeah, probably. Sorry, Terry, but he is my brother." 

Terry could think of nothing to say. They'd figured the situation 
fairly accurately and she knew it was pointless to continue trying to 
defend her sick mother. She wanted to plead or bargain with them to 
keep everything a secret, but feared her mother was eaves dropping. 
April was, in fact, eaves dropping. 

Jennifer released Terry's hair and went to Toni. She and Cindy caught 
her by the arms and together they removed the struggling girl's 
panties. They dragged her to Terry and sat her on the floor behind 
Terry. With the help of several boys, they moved her legs through 
Terry's legs until Terry was looking at Toni's crotch just below her 
head. 

Toni struggled mightily as her skirt was pulled up and her legs were 
forced apart. When she heaved and bucked, her pelvis came dangerously 
close to hitting Terry in the face. It was obvious what they expected 
of Terry, so Terry grabbed Toni by her small hips and buried her face 
in Toni's crotch. 

Toni stiffened at the obscene contact, but as Terry teased her with her 
tongue, Toni's body grew limp. Hands released her as Toni gave herself 
over to Terry's impassioned sucking. She finally went as limp as a rag 
doll, remaining limp even as the rest of her clothes were removed. 

The kids sat all around, mesmerized by the sight of the two adorable 
teens engaging in such a perverse act. Terry got into the performance 
and wallowed her face in her friends naked loins, just as she'd done at 
the slumber party. Toni's thin legs widened so far that they eventually 
were stopped by contacting Terry's shins. 

Jennifer saw this and got inspired. She removed her pantyhose and 
ripped them in half at the crotch. She tied Toni's legs at the knees to 
Terry's legs just above the ankles. Toni offered no resistance. 

She rested on her shoulders and gazed up at Terry's crotch wiggling 
overhead. She watched the dildoe gradually working its way out. Just 
before it fell, Toni reached up and pushed it back in. She did this 
twice more before keeping her hand on it. As her passions grew, she 
began working the dildoe in and out and was soon briskly fucking Terry 
to drive her to more passionate mouthing. 

April walked in on this scene and stood looking down with her hands on 
her hips, saying, "Well, I see my slut daughter has won herself a 
convert. I'm surprised. Toni seemed like such a decent young lady. You 
just can't tell by looking at a girl. My Terry is proof of that." 

Jennifer went over and put her arm around April's waist, hugging the 
woman close. She said, "I was afraid they'd try to scramble apart 
before you got back. I thought you should be aware. Did I do the right 
thing, April?" 

April looked into the girl's mock pouting face, brushed hair from her 
eyes and said, "Of course you did, darling. That's why I put you in 
charge." 

Jennifer placed her left hand over April's heart, laid her head on 
April's shoulder, and with impish eyes said, "You're such a neat Mommy. 
I wish I had a Mommy like you. April, can I call you Mommy?" 

April felt the girl's hand subtly slide lower over her left breast with 
increased pressure. She didn't quite know what to do with the impetuous 
girl, but she knew she liked the girl's style. She found Jennifer's 
masculine manner extremely attractive, and she liked the way Jennifer 
looked. Athletic females with large breasts had always turned April on. 
One of those large breasts was making a warm impression in her side. 

The situation reminded April of junior high dances when two girls tried 
to dance a slow dance. The awkward first moments would slowly dissolve 
as one assumed the lead and the other began to follow. Until this 
moment, April felt as though she were in control, she was directing. 
After going away, it was clear that Jennifer had her own agenda. 

April found herself gradually following Jennifer's lead. She had no 
idea where the bold girl was leading, but feared that if allowed to 
continue, she and Jennifer might end up like Terry and Toni. The 
thought of making love to a young girl in front of a room full of 
minors thrilled her. 

Her mind tried to weigh all of the possible consequences, including 
arrest. She imagined a defense based on her being under therapy, and 
could envision Dr. Wayne supporting her. Maybe they could blame her act 
on medication. Maybe nothing at all would come of it. In the end, April 
decided to follow Jennifer's lead regardless of where it led. 

She looked into Jennifer's eyes and said, "I'd love for you to call me 
Mommy, sweetheart." 

Jennifer smiled a victory smile and let her hand slide over April's 
breast. She gave it a firm squeeze, looking for April's reaction. When 
April took a deep breath and thrust her chest out, Jennifer gave her a 
much harder squeeze, making April bite her lower lip. 

The eyes of the group wandered from Terry and Toni, to April and 
Jennifer, and back. Terry had brought Toni to two orgasms and had one 
herself. She licked Toni casually while taking frequent glances at her 
mother succumbing to Jennifer's seduction. This more than anything had 
Terry worried. 

She wanted to tell her mother to run before it was too late. Her mind 
raced with lurid images of Jennifer dragging her mother through filth 
and degradation for her personal amusement and to assuage her giant 
ego. In a near panic, Terry tried to think of a way to lure her mother 
back. Impulsively, Terry cried out, "Look, Mother! I'm sucking a girl's 
pussy and I don't care who knows or sees." She then buried her face in 
Toni's cunt and rubbed her face all around. 

She raised up to see Jennifer and her mother smiling down on her wet 
face. She saw that Jennifer had unbuttoned her mother's blouse and had 
reached her hand into the cup of her bra over her mother's right tit. 
She also saw April reach under Jennifer's arm and cup her big left 
titty. Terry said, "I'm a whore, Mother, and there's nothing you can do 
to stop me. I want everyone to know." 

Jenny released April's bra from the center snap and folded back the 
cups, tweaking the nipples to hardness. April squeezed Jennifer's 
breast and offered her lips for a kiss. As they kissed, Terry cried, "I 
hope they take pictures and spread them around. I'll pose anyway they 
want." 

Terry watched with anguish as Jennifer released her mother's skirt. 
April wore no panties and gingerly stepped free of the skirt at her 
feet, then shrugged free of her blouse and bra. Terry said, "I'm going 
to let Daddy fuck me, Mother!" 

Jennifer's fingers took possession of April's pussy. Terry saw that her 
words had only excited her mother and driven her further under 
Jennifer's control. She watched as Jennifer leaned up and whispered 
something in April's ear. She saw the smile form on her mother's lips. 
She hung her head in surrender as her mother came over and sat under 
her, bringing her ass up tight to Toni's ass. 

April drew her legs back and out and presented Terry with two gaping 
snatches. Jennifer took up a camera and began snapping pictures, 
directing Terry and April. Terry followed the directions, slavishly 
licking her tongue through both cracks. 
Jennifer took several pictures of April straddling Toni's face with her 
face in Terry's ass. April took the end of the dildoe between her teeth 
and used her head motion to fuck her daughter, driving Terry to fits as 
her mother's face mashed her fevered cunt on every in-stroke. 

The boys lined up to offer their small cocks to Terry's mouth. She 
sucked each one in turn to the tune of a clicking shutter. 
Mark and the twins fucked April while April sucked Jennifer and Cindy 
in turn. 

Before departing, Jennifer arranged for Terry and April to get dressed 
in their finest evening gowns, redo their hair and makeup, then perform 
a mother/daughter act in the center of the living room. They ended up 
naked in a wild sixty-nine. 

As the last kid left, April and Terry disengaged their mouths from each 
other's pussies. Each laid, sprawled naked on their backs in opposite 
directions. April was the first to raise up and speak, saying, "Well, 
fuck it. What's done, is done. Congratulations Terry. You are now a 
whore and there's no going back." 

Terry raised up on her elbows, looked at her mother and said, "Mom, I 
hate to tell you this, but so are you." 

April sat up further, resting on straight arms and said, "You may be 
right. Oh well, it could be worse. Suppose we didn't enjoy it. You did 
enjoy yourself, didn't you?" 

"Yes, I did. I'm not going to enjoy school tomorrow, though. Mom, can I 
please drop out and do home study or take a GED?" 

"No way, Terry. What are you trying to do, ruin my fun? Haven't you 
guessed by now that I get off on humiliating you?" 

"The thought did cross my mind." 

"Yeah, well wait till you see the outfit you are wearing to school 
tomorrow. You'll be sent home, I've no doubt, but not before several 
hundred students and faculty get a good look at your sexy slut pussy." 

Terry smiled and said, "Mom, your awful. I don't have to quit; I'll get 
kicked out." 

"Don't be too sure. I think Dr. Wayne might be able to come up with a 
mental condition for you. Not just simple nymphomania, no, I want 
something exotic like nympho-exhibitionistic-saphic-mania with a 
clothing phobia. He's good at that sort of thing. If you have a 
disability the school will be forced to deal with you not as a 
disciplinary problem, but as a medical problem. It could prove very 
interesting, don't you think?" 

"For you, yes. I think I'm going to want to crawl into a deep hole and 
die." 

"Nonsense. No one can see your cute little pussy in a deep hole, much 
less fuck it." 

"Mom, speaking of fucking my pussy, when is Dr. Wayne going to free me 
of my virginity? I'm still technically a virgin, you know." 

"Soon, very soon. Don't act so eager. You'll spoil my fun. I'd like to 
pretend that I'm sacrificing you against your will. You could at least 
act like a virgin." 

Terry smiled, leaned forward and kissed her mother tenderly on the 
lips, settled back with a wry smile to say, "Would you like lots of 
kicking and screaming?" 

"That would be a nice touch if you don't over-do it. I'll be the one to 
strip and bind you in position. If you put up too much of a struggle, I 
may have to slap you around a little." 

"I kinda like that idea. You could even slap me hard, make it look 
real, make me cry real tears." 

April's face twisted in confusion. "Would you actually want me to do 
that, Terry?" 

"Sure. I think it would be exciting." 

"I'd slap you as hard as I could, even in your face." 

"I know. I can take it as long as I know you aren't really angry with 
me." 

"Honey, if you'd do that for me, I mean really let me slap you around, 
I'll kiss your ass and give you twenty minutes to draw a crowd." 

"Mom, after you get me all tied up like you want, why don't you whip me 
with a whip or a belt or something, maybe even a thin switch. Make me 
beg to get fucked." 

"Well, well, is my baby a closet masochist?" 

"I don't know. Nobody ever hit me before today. I really loved it when 
you started slapping my pussy really hard. I wanted you to hit harder 
and use a belt." 

"On your pussy?" 

"Yes, especially on my pussy. All I've been thinking about is you 
whipping my pussy as hard as you can. It would kill me, I know, but I 
think I might cum while you're doing it." 

"Those are the classic signs. You probably will. It's settled then, and 
from now on, young lady, the slightest infraction will get you the 
belt, you know where." 

Terry smiled and reclined, spreading her legs. She said, "Mom, I stole 
five dollars from your purse last week and used it to buy drugs to give 
to little kids." 

April got up and said, "Why you little bitch! Get that ass up in the 
air and split those legs wide. I'm going to get the thinnest belt your 
father has and beat your cunt raw. How dare you give away good drugs." 

As April stormed off in a mock rage, Terry assumed the position and 
cried, "No Mommy, please don't hit my pussy with a belt! I'll never do 
it again; I promise!" 

April returned waving a thin belt by the buckle. She stood over Terry's 
head looking into her daughter's vulnerable spread. 
She said, "Maybe this will teach you to be a descent girl." 

She lightly swung the belt overhead and brought it down between the 
parted lips of Terry's sex. Terry jerked her legs together, but yelled, 
"Harder!" 

April said, "Get those fucking legs out and keep them out!" Terry threw 
her legs out and lifted her loins in offering. The belt swung down and 
made a sickening wet thwack in her mushy pussy. 

Terry cried but held her legs open. After three more swats, she urged, 
"Harder!" 

April had been holding back, but slowly increased her power, amazed 
that Terry could stand the pain. She saw Terry's crotch take on a 
brilliant pink hue and become increasingly wet. She was ready to quit 
after delivering ten strokes. Inspired by Terry's obvious desire for 
more, she continued. She appeared to want them harder, so she hit 
harder. She put all the force she could into twenty more strokes, 
drawing blood. 

On seeing the first drops of blood, April targeted the spot with a wild 
fury. The last five were delivered while Terry begged for mercy, her 
legs flailing the air. 

April stopped when Terry collapsed. She stood looking down on the mess 
she'd made of her daughter's beautiful pussy. Terry kept her legs 
apart, trying to get her breath. April looked up and saw Charlie by the 
dining room entrance, standing in open-mouthed horror. April went into 
her bedroom without a word to her astonished husband. 

Charlie rushed to Terry and took her in his arms. She relaxed and 
melted into the embrace. Her father kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm 
sorry!" 

Terry whispered, "Daddy, I asked Mom to do that." 

He pushed back to look in her face and said, "I don't understand." 

"I don't think I do either. That fuckin' hurt." 

"Terry, she looked like she was killing you." 

"She was. It hurt terribly. She sure did a good job, though." 

"Terry, I can't believe what I'm hearing. Look at your vagina, 
sweetheart." 

Terry sat back and peered between her legs. Her pussy looked swollen 
and raw. Welts decorated her smooth mound and thin lines of blood 
trickled from those welts. She traced a delicate finger over every welt 
and said, "Wow, this is awesome. I'm so tender and sensitive. This will 
take days, maybe weeks to go away, I'm sure. I wonder if it will swell 
up some more. 
Do you think so, Daddy?" 

"Yes, I definitely think so." 

Terry rubbed hard on the most damaged area around her clit. Charlie 
said, "Doesn't that hurt when you do that?" 

"Not much; I'm pretty numb. It looks neat too. These little cuts are 
nothing, but look how gruesome it looks with the blood all smeared 
around. My pussy looks like raw hamburger, doesn't it?" 

"It looks worse. I wish you'd stop toying with it, Terry. You need to 
clean yourself with a medicated soap and apply an ointment. You don't 
want an infection, not there, especially." 

Terry threw her arms around her father's neck and pouted, "Daddy, 
doctor me. Doctor my poor pussy, please!" 

Charlie shook his head and carried Terry to the dining table. He laid 
her out and said, "You just relax. Daddy will take care of your pussy 
for you, sweetheart." 

"Daddy, don't do too good of a job." 

"Why not, for God's sake." 

"Mom can't very well put this on display, can she?" 

In the bedroom, April was not masturbating to the memory of a 
deliciously wicked first experience with sado-masochism. She stood 
before her mirror looking into a reflection she did not want to 
recognize. A thin belt slipped from her fingers as tears slipped past 
her lids. 

                                                       * * *

The first call to Dr. Wayne was from Terry. She said, "Steve, she did 
it. Boy did she do it!" 

"Did you enjoy yourself?" 

"Parts were fantastic, but something happened that I don't think is 
good. Jennifer Gordy, one of my friends on the swim team, got Mom all 
hot and horny and made her do all sorts of nasty things. Mom even had 
sex with some of the boys." 

"That's not good, Terry." 

"I know, especially not in front of Jennifer. She's a real bossy bitch. 
She'll blackmail Mom and me. She took lots of pictures, too. She has 
pictures of Mom and me making love like lesbians and of Mom getting 
screwed by young boys and squatting over a young girl's face." 

"Shit! Tell me about this Gordy girl." 

"Well, she lives with her elderly grandmother. She gets away with a 
lot. Her grandmother is the sweetest lady, but she's so gullible. 
Jennifer walks all over her." 

"Is she a virgin?" 

"Not hardly. She brags about her fucks. She uses people to build up her 
ego. She'll be trouble, Steve. I'm worried about Mom. Jennifer has 
never had a grown-up to boss around. She's capable of anything." 

"I want her phone number." 

"Sure, it's 555-5648. What are you going to say to her?" 

"Never you mind. Let me handle this. Where is your mother now?" 

"She's in her room. She went there an hour ago. She hasn't been out 
since they left. Oh, there's one other thing. Mom was going to send me 
to school with a super short dress and no panties. She wanted everyone 
to see my pussy. I freaked. I got her to whip my pussy real hard. She 
got sort of carried away and messed it up pretty bad. It's not serious, 
but it looks real bad. It was worth it though. She won't want anyone to 
see it now. This gives us time to help her vent more steam. She sure 
vented a lot today. Maybe she'll be cured before I have to wear that 
dress." 

"Terry, you shouldn't have. That was stupid. Why do you keep resisting 
me on this? I'm the doctor, remember?" 

"I'm not resisting, only stalling. I panicked; I'm sorry." 

"Look, you keep your vagina clean and let it get fresh air. Don't touch 
it or let anyone else touch it, you hear?" 

"Yeah, sure." 

"And for God's sake, don't let anyone see it. I'll give your mother an 
hour to call me, then I'm calling her. In the meantime, you stay away 
from her."

                                                    * * *
_Steve Wayne had to wait thirty minutes before he received the expected 
call. April sounded distraught. "Hello, Steve, this is April Jennings." 

"I've been expecting your call. I just spoke with Terry. You fucked up; 
you know that, don't you?" 

"I didn't mean to hit her so hard. I don't know what came over me, 
Steve. I went crazy. I feel just terrible, awful." 

"I'm not talking about that. That's no big deal. Terry's fine about the 
whipping. I'm talking about you getting involved with those kids. You 
told me you'd stay out of it. Are you trying to get yourself thrown in 
jail?" 

"I'm sorry. I lost control. There's this little vixen that just took 
over. She melted me. I was putty in her hands. I think I'm losing my 
mind. I think I might really be sick, I mean seriously mentally ill." 

"Of course you are, but there are two effective treatments for your 
condition. One involves years of expensive psychotherapy and costly 
psychotropic drugs; the other is relatively inexpensive and involves 
giving the patient whatever she wants."

"With one, the therapist doesn't get laid, with the other, he does."

"Exactly. Which would you prefer?"

"Whichever is the least expensive. I don't want my company to think I'm 
taking advantage of the health plan."

"All right, then I'll see that you get everything you want."

"You're the doctor."

"You'll be fine, trust me. Now, as for that Gordy bitch, I talked to 
her right before you called. I put the fear of God in her. I spoke with 
her grandmother also. Granny will be bringing little Jenny in for 
counseling and observation. I'll have her from Friday morning until 
Sunday night. Don't worry about Jennifer. By the time we finish with 
her, she'll make someone a good pet. As for those other kids, they left 
your house and swore an oath of secrecy. Jenny swears that no one will 
ever breathe a word. She will be bringing in the undeveloped film and 
all the instant pictures taken. She's probably on the phone right now, 
re-affirming their oaths. She thinks she'll be going to juvenile 
detention if this leaks out. This could be a blessing in disguise. You 
could have two little whores in your stable." 

"Steve, I've been thinking; I don't like this fantasy anymore. This 
isn't right. All I ever wanted was to open our family up sexually. 
Terry and Charlie love each other so much, I just wanted them to freely 
express that love without leaving me out. This has gotten out of hand. 
I was trying to please you. I don't want my daughter becoming a whore, 
really, I don't. You put that notion in my head. I just went with it; 
but now, I know it's wrong. I want this to stop, Steve. I've thought 
hard about it. I hate myself for what I've done to my husband and my 
daughter. I need to heal things. Please understand." 

There was a long silence, then Steve said, "April, you're just over-
reacting to an experience that got out of hand. Everything is going 
along just fine. Terry completely accepts that you are sick, and that 
she is helping you. You are and she is. She wants to help you. She 
doesn't want to be a whore with a whore's reputation, but she does want 
a sexually open a free family life just like you do. She wants to be 
able to express her love for you and Charlie, physically as well as 
emotionally." 

"Terry told you in those words?" 

"Yes, I swear. We have talked candidly by phone a number of times. She 
said she has fantasized incest love scenes for years. She wants to be 
your lover. She adores you, April." 

"She actually said that?" 

"Yes, and furthermore, she has the hots for her father. She told me 
that she wants to have his baby." 

"No! She didn't! Did she say that?" 

"Yes, she said that earlier this afternoon. Why do you think she so 
readily went along with that waiting room scene? It was because I told 
her that if she went along with everything, she'd become her father's 
lover and mistress. That has been her primary motivation all along. She 
wants that more than anything." 

April's hand strayed to her crotch and her finger slipped effortlessly 
between her rapidly moistening slit. "She wants to be his mistress. She 
said that before we did any of this?" 

"No, but she arrived at that conclusion after sucking his dick. She is 
in-love with her daddy, now. If you back out now, you'll destroy her. 
She'll feel rejected. She may withdraw, become depressed, maybe even 
suicidal." 

April's finger entered her wet cunt deeply. She said, "I don't want 
that." 

"Of course you don't. We must go forward. You see that, don't you?" 

"Yes, I suppose so, but not like before. I don't want this whore 
business to continue. Only her father. Really, Steve. I don't want 
Terry used by other men." 

"Well, now, April. I do believe you owe me. You did promise to make 
Terry available to me twenty-four hours a day. You promised me her 
cherry and even offered to deliver her if I helped you. You do remember 
saying that?" 

"Well, yes, but that was before." 

"I'm sorry, April, but that was the agreement. If you want my help in 
straightening out this mess you got yourself into, I expect you to 
stand by our agreement." 

"But Steve..." 

"No buts. Unless I get involved with the Jennifer girl, you are in for 
trouble. Those pictures alone can get you twenty years." 

"Dr. Wayne, this is blackmail." 

"This is business. We had an agreement; besides, you selected this 
course of therapy. Remember, the therapist gets laid." 

"I'll lay you."

"Of course you will, but you'll pay me in Terry pussy."

"Will it just be you?" 

"It will be me and anyone I choose to share her with." 

"Please, don't do this, Steve!" 

"I'm sorry, April. I insist. If you don't want the whore, I do." 

"She's not a whore, Steve. She really is a good kid." 

"She'll be a whore when she's with me, but don't worry, her reputation 
will remain spotless." 

"I'm not going to pretend that I want her to be a whore. I can't, not 
anymore. I can't act, Steve." 

"Yes, Bud did mention that. Okay, I'll tell you what - I'll think of 
something. You go ahead and be yourself, act any way you like, but 
remember our agreement. When I call; you deliver." 

"I understand. Whatever you come up with, don't involve me, okay. I'm 
telling Terry that I'm over that need to make her live her life as a 
whore." 

"I may come up with a scenario where you are forced to participate. 
Will you go along with that?" 

"Well, I guess, if I have no choice and Terry knows that." 

"Leave it to me. Oh, and see that no one sees those welts on her cunt." 

"You didn't have to tell me that. I'm so ashamed of what I've done. Oh, 
no! Those mechanics are coming over tomorrow night. Monica is out of 
town and I don't know who they are." 

"Don't run out, they might get nasty. You started this; you finish it. 
Just make sure that you get all the attention, not Terry." 

"No, this is terrible. I don't want this now. They're expecting sex 
with me tomorrow with the promise of having Terry later in the week if 
they leave her alone tomorrow night." 

"Sounds like you have a problem. I'm sure you'll think of something. 
Stay in touch and let me know when my little whore is all better." 

                                                                * * *

After hanging up with Steve, April freshened her make-up and brushed 
her hair. She put on a modest dress and went to Terry's room. She 
knocked timidly. Terry said, "It's not locked." April opened the door 
and saw her daughter lying face-up, naked on her bed reading a book. 
She had her legs apart with a small fan blowing on her beaver. 

April eased inside. Terry said, "I spoke with Dr. Wayne. He suggested I 
give it air. This feels good." 

April came and sat at Terry's left hip. She looked down at the welts 
and winced. She looked to Terry and said, "I'm so very sorry, 
sweetheart. Can you ever forgive me?" 

Terry rose to her elbows and said, "Mom, don't worry about it. I asked 
you to do it. It was great. I loved it. I just need time to heal, and 
we can do it again." 

"Never...never again. Terry, I'm not sick anymore. You healed me; I'm 
cured. I just spoke with Dr. Wayne, too. It worked! His therapy worked, 
and he gave all the credit to you. He told me what you did for me. Oh 
sweetheart, I love you so much. You saved my life." 

Tears formed in both their eyes as they fell into a tight embrace. 
Terry squeezed her naked chest to her mother and cried, "Oh, Mom! I was 
so worried about you. That was awful. I love you so, so much. I would 
have done anything for you, anything at all." 

April disengaged from the embrace to look down on Terry as she settled 
back to the mattress, casually and mindlessly taking her by the boobs, 
using them for support as she said, "I know, and you almost did. Can 
you ever forgive me for the things I said to you, the names I called 
you, and things I made you do?" 

"Don't be silly, Mom. You were sick. That's like apologizing for 
throwing up when you get the flu. [looking to the hands massaging her 
tits] Do you really feel normal again?" 

"Yes, but my normal isn't the normal it used to be. I will never go 
back to my old self, that same old, tired, boring Mom. I am bisexual 
and strongly attracted to you. I also love seeing you and your father 
together sexually. To me, there is nothing at all sick in love being 
freely expressed among immediate family members." 

"Wow, that was a quick cure. Suddenly I feel naked." 

"Honey, you are naked and I'm playing with your tits." 

"I know, but if you're back to normal, being naked in front of you 
feels funny and you playing with my tits feels funny." 

"Sweetheart, we can't pretend that the things we did never happened. I 
don't want to go back to the way things were. We broke some barriers 
that needed breaking. You should feel free to go naked in your own 
home, so should me and your father. We should feel free to express our 
love for each other, physically and emotionally. If anything good comes 
of this, that must be it. Sometimes, I just want to hold you and feel 
you close to me. Sometimes I want to kiss you, not a motherly peck, but 
a genuine kiss with lots of tongue. Do you understand?" 

Terry studied her mother's face, trying to detect signs of the sick 
April. She nodded, a little unsure. She said, "I think I'd like that 
too." 

"I know your father loves you, Terry. He loves you physically as well 
as emotionally. He desires you as a man desires a woman. I think you 
desire him too. I think that's healthy. I want you to know that if you 
and your father want to develop a physical relationship, you'll get my 
complete support." 

"Mom, are you sure you're all right?" 

"Yes, I'm being honest. I'm dead serious about this. I felt this way 
long before my sickness surfaced. I just never had the courage to say 
it or encourage it. Don't worry, I won't be pushing you and your father 
together, not ever again. I just want you to know, you have that option 
with my blessing. I'll tell him the same thing. Where you two go from 
here is completely up to the two of you." 

"Wow, Mom. That's heavy. I doubt that anything will come of this. You 
know daddy. I certainly won't start anything. If he wanted to, you 
know, do it with me, I'd let him." 

"He may surprise you. I'd like to see you two get together." 

"What, to watch?" 

"Sure, I'd love to watch. I'd be happy just knowing that you two were 
having a sexual relationship, but happiest if I were included and we 
all three shared one bed. I wouldn't even mind if he got you pregnant." 

Terry shot up in surprise, staring hard at her mother. "What? Mom, you 
can't be serious!" 

"I'm full of surprises, huh?" 

"I'll say."

"I want to hold your father's balls while he's pumping his fertile seed 
into your fertile womb while you are giving yourself completely to him 
as only an ovulating and unprotected female can. I want to see you 
begging your father for his sperm with your legs as wide as you can get 
them. I want to help the two of you cum together while you create that 
life. Yes, Terry, I wouldn't mind if he got you pregnant. I wouldn't 
mind that at all, and that isn't sick. I think that is the most 
beautiful act on Earth, a life being created between the most beautiful 
female on Earth and the most wonderful man on Earth."

They looked hard into each other's eyes. Slowly, April brought her face 
closer. Terry held still. Inches separated their lips, then 
millimeters. Their lips touched softly. Terry's lips were passive, but 
April's lips encompassed hers and increased the pressure. April's hands 
moved around Terry in a lover's embrace. The kiss grew stronger. Her 
breathing increased. 
Terry became limp as her mother lowered her back to the mattress. 
April's hand delicately, lovingly flowed over Terry's face as her 
tongue slipped out and teased at Terry's lips seeking entry. Terry's 
breathing increased as April's hand went to her breasts. Terry let her 
mouth fall slack, allowing the tongue to enter. Soon, that tongue 
danced in her mouth and swabbed her tonsils while her mother's fingers 
rolled her nipples. 

Terry's mind raced trying to keep up, trying to put things in 
perspective. She couldn't decide who was making love to her, her old 
mom, or the new mom. Whoever she was, Terry was making love to her 
right back. April kept the mouth contact while shucking off the dress. 
The kiss was awkwardly maintained while April stripped completely. She 
then got on the bed, bringing her nude body against Terry's, running 
her hands all over, but avoiding her injured crotch. 

Terry warmed to the sensuous touch and passionate kiss. Her tongue gave 
as good as it got, and her hands freely explored her mother's body, 
giving love and affection in return, matching passion for passion. 
April broke the kiss and started planting tender kisses all over 
Terry's face and chest, stopping to suck her nipples. She paused 
between kisses to say, "I'm not shy. I want us to be lovers, Terry. I 
love your body. I adore your body. I can't wait until your pussy heals 
so that I can love you properly. I want to taste you so badly." 

April quickly reversed her position lying on her side with her head 
over Terry's crotch. She planted tender kisses on every welt and 
breathed in her daughter's vaginal musk. Terry glanced to her left and 
saw her mother's vagina at her left shoulder. Her mother brought  the 
top leg up, opening herself to Terry's eyes. As the kisses became more 
feverish, the crotch came nearer and the gap grew wider - begging the 
attention of lips. 

Terry saw her mother tilting her pelvis provocatively in open 
invitation - now demanding lip service. Terry wasn't sure she wanted to 
carry on a lesbian lover's relationship with her mother, especially if 
things were supposed to be normal, but her mother's need and hunger was 
most obvious. She thought she should at least return the tender kisses 
she was getting, so she leaned over and pressed her lips to her 
mother's pussy lips. 

April rolled atop Terry at the first contact and straddled Terry's 
astonished face. Terry looked into her mother's ass as the wet gash 
mashed to her face. Terry held steady as April used her sensitive cunt 
to feel around for her mouth. On finding it, she began humping her cunt 
on it. 

April used her hands to push her way up Terry's torso until she knelt 
upright on widely-spaced knees, looking down on her daughter's cunt 
smothered face. Terry surrendered and applied herself to getting her 
mother off, literally. She knew that the sooner she came, the sooner 
she'd go. 

Terry tongued her mother's cunt as she'd done in the waiting room, this 
time, putting on a show for her mother. April watched and said, "Oh, 
yes, baby. You love sucking Mommy's pussy, don't you? Oh, Honey, that 
feels so good! Eat me, baby. Eat Mommy's cunt! Suck on my piss hole."

Terry did and got a belly full, but it was sterile piss. Still, this 
wasn't a very loving thing to do to a daughter. To make it worse, her 
mother acted as though she had just squatted on a toilet and relieved 
herself. She didn't even say, thanks. All she said was, "I wish I could 
do you, sweetheart. You must be suffering so. Oh, yes! Suck on my 
clitty. Yes...oh god do you ever suck a mean cunt. This is marvelous. 
Suck that pussy, girl. Eat Mommy's cunt good...Yes! YES!..." 

Terry drove her mother to a great climax and followed her heaving 
bucking pelvis. She lapped at the flowing juices afterward as April 
slowly returned to Earth. After several minutes of hard breathing, 
April slowly disengaged herself and sat looking down on Terry's wet 
face. She bent forward and kissed Terry's cunt-soaked lips, and said, 
"I'll have to owe you. You keep track; I'll pay you back, two for one. 
That was wonderful, sweetheart. I love you so much, darling." 

If a toilet could talk it would sound like Terry saying, "I love you 
too, Mom." 

April sat up straight and took on a more serious countenance, saying, 
"We have a little problem, Terry. Those men are coming to dinner 
tomorrow night. They aren't friends of Grandpa's, but I think you knew 
that. I can't undo the invitation. They've been promised sex with me 
tomorrow, and sex with you later in the week. Monica warned me that 
these guys are tough characters and that they'd hold me to it. I don't 
know what to do." 

"Why can't you just call it off?" 

"I can't reach them. Monica is out of town." 

"Let's go out." 

"They'd come back, and be real pissed. Who knows what they're capable 
of." 

"Well, I don't know what, then. I don't want them fucking me if you're 
all better." 

"I don't want them fucking either of us." 

"Maybe they'll take money instead. Maybe you can reason with them." 

"I'll try, but I may have to put out. Don't worry, you won't, even if I 
have to put out twice or three times and pay money." 

"Mom, if there's no other way, I suppose I could. I mean, I've gone 
this far, right? I'm not really a virgin, not after that dildo. If 
they'll use condoms, I'll let them do it." 

"That's sweet, dear, but this is my problem. I'll handle it. I'll feed 
them, then take them somewhere, maybe to a motel or something. Don't 
think about it, okay?" 

"Okay, but if you can't get out of it, remember, I'll help."

* * *

April received a call from Dr. Wayne at noon the next day. "Hello, 
April, this is Steve. I've got good news to report." 

"Great, I could use it." 

"You can forget about the Jennifer incident. We have everything under 
control. I have all the pictures and the film." 

"How did you do it?" 

"It was too easy. I'm good, what can I say. I told her that she came 
between a doctor and patient, exploited a sick person, and bent that 
person's illness to satisfy her perverse desires. I told her that if 
word of that got out she could spend her youth in juvenile detention, 
probably until she was twenty-one. She was already feeling guilty about 
what they'd done. She believes everything I say. I turned her over to 
Marsha for training. She has her till Sunday. Right now, Jennifer is 
buck naked, bound hand and foot, and being kept under Marsha's desk."

"Good lord!"

"It gets better. Marsha's not wearing panties. She's been drinking 
coffee all morning and hasn't made a pit stop since she got Jennifer. 
You figure it out." 

"My God, is Marsha urinating on Jennifer?" 

"She'd better not be. I just had this place carpeted. No, I happen to 
know that Marsha is a piss freak. My guess is she has Jennifer drinking 
from the tap - recycled coffee." 

"Jesus! That is so sick." 

"Hey, I'll decide what's sick. I'm a doctor, you know." 

"So I've heard. So, making a person drink piss isn't sick, huh?"

"I didn't say that. It depends on the circumstance. If a mother made 
her daughter drink piss while face fucking her, that would be sick."

"She told you?"

"Yes, but we already established that you are sick. Where you fucked up 
was telling her you were all cured. Don't worry. I straightened her 
out. We have made great progress thanks to her, but you will never be 
cured."

"Thank god. I was afraid you were going to tell me to stop doing that." 

"If she had asked me to I would. For your information, she thinks you 
aren't aware that you do that, or are aware but block it out right 
afterward."

"Well, then, let's just let her go on thinking that."

"That would be my advice, and I told her to serve you that way and 
never bring it up. She said she'd be a good porta potty if she had to."

"You're a prince."

"No, I'm a professional therapist following the give-the-patient-
anything-she-wants therapy plan. I just called to let you know, I've 
got it all figured out. It's so simple, it's beautiful. Blackmail, 
plain and straight." 

"I need it simpler." 

"Look, I've got the pictures. All I have to do is threaten to expose 
you by turning these over to the police. If I did, you'd go directly to 
jail. When you bring Terry to the office, I'll confront you with the 
pictures, make my threats, list my demands, bingo, I've got a whore. 
You'll do what I say to stay out of jail; Terry will do what I say to 
keep you from going to jail. It's beautiful." 

"She'll be devastated to learn that you are a blackmailer. She admires 
you." 

"Yeah, well, she'll admire me more when I get eight inches up her twat. 
Besides, who gives a shit if a whore admires you. She's just a fuck." 

"Come on, Steve. I know you are deeper than that." 

"All right. Look, it's the best I can come up with. I'll just tell her 
that I had to have her no matter what, even to the point of stooping to 
blackmail." 

"That might soften the blow. It is rather flattering. I still can't 
act, you know." 

"Okay, I'll make it easy for you. Let's just make it real blackmail. 
You just have Terry in my office next Friday night at eight. She should 
be healed nicely by then. Just be yourself, but don't think I'm kidding 
around. If I don't get my whore, your ass will go to jail. Bye love!" 

April hung up the phone. She didn't quite know how to take his threat, 
but for her own peace of mind, knowing what she had to do, she opted to 
take him seriously. Her finger slipped into her panties and she went in 
search of the porta potty. 

                                                             * * *

At six-thirty, thirty minutes before the men were to arrive, April put 
the finishing touches to her makeup. Terry was handling the dinner. 
April thought it best if Terry wore loose-fitting jeans and a sweat 
shirt. Her hair was uncombed, she wore no makeup, and her breasts were 
bound flat with an ace wrap bandage. 

They went out of their way to make Terry look undesirable. They were 
successful to a degree, but Terry's natural beauty and femininity 
showed through. April, on the other hand, went out of her way to look 
attractive. Her short dress accented her fine legs, and the open bodice 
showed cleavage and the creamy swells of her breasts. She wore high 
heels and pattern stockings, applied expensive perfume liberally, and 
did her nails. 

She entered the kitchen and did a twirl for Terry. "How do I look?" 

"You look like you want to get laid." 

"I suppose that is the idea. I mainly wanted to look better than you. 
I'm not sure I managed to do that. Maybe a mud pack on your face would 
even us up." 

"Oh, Mom, stop it." 

Terry smiled, then turned her attention to stirring gravy. April came 
up behind her, slipped her arms around her a cupped Terry's breasts, 
whispering softly in her ear, "Terry, darling, Mommy's horny again." 

"Mom, you're always horny. I've got to finish this unless you like 
lumpy gravy." 

"I just need a little clitty suck. You can let that simmer. I'm not 
wearing panties. We can do it right here, just kneel and suck my cunt." 

"Mom, Daddy's in the next room." 

"So, he knows we're lovers." 

"Mom, I wish you'd stop using that term and calling me darling. I'm 
your daughter; you're my mother. We love each other, we enjoy sex 
together, but we aren't lovers, okay?" 

April backed away, hurt. She said, "Sure, whatever you say." 

Terry took the gravy off the burner and turned to face her mother. She 
reached out and took her by the shoulders, saying, "I'm sorry, Mom. I 
didn't mean it to come out that way. It's just that I don't like 
thinking that what we have is some lesbian love affair. It's so dykie 
sounding. Look, let me get you off real quick." 

Terry dropped to her knees and went under April's skirt and soon had 
April's clit between her sucking lips. April quickly forgot her hurt 
feelings and raised her skirt to watch. She widened her stance and 
thrust out her pelvis. Terry sucked voraciously, taking a big mouthful, 
sucking hard, and shaking her head. April cooed, "Ohhh, yesss! Oh, 
honey, yes! Suck Mommy's cunt, baby. This makes twenty-two I owe you." 

Terry stopped to say, "Nine, Mother. I told you that I don't want two 
for one, and if you're going to keep track, at least keep track 
properly. We did it four times last night, three this morning, one 
after your bath, and this makes nine." 

"You talk too much. Go back to sucking, and suck a little lower." 

Terry knew what that meant. She rolled her eyes, moved her mouth lower, 
and got her tank filled. Terry then buried her head in her mother's 
loins and sucked all the harder, trying to get her off. April said, "I 
was just giving you the benefit of the doubt. I didn't know you were 
counting." 

Terry broke contact again to say, "I wasn't counting, and I don't want 
to count. I don't want you to count either. Let's just do it when we 
feel like it, okay?" 

April pulled at Terry's shirt, saying, "Come on, get up. I can tell you 
aren't into this." 

"I was in the middle of cooking dinner, Mom." 

"I know, I was just on edge. I thought a suck job might help." 

"Mom, don't you think you should put panties on, maybe pantyhose, too? 
If they see this, they'll think you want it. I thought you were going 
to come across as a descent woman that got a crazy idea, then changed 
her mind." 

"I am. I was going to put panties on, but not before a suck job." 

"Must you call it a suck job?"

"Your father calls his blow jobs. He has gotten more blow jobs than I 
have gotten suck jobs. I'm already getting jealous and now you want me 
to use a nice word for it."

"All right, they're suck jobs. You better hurry. They'll be here any 
minute. Did you tell Daddy what's going on?" 

"Yes, I told him everything. He understands. He just wants them out of 
here as quickly as possible." 

"Does he know you might go to a motel?" 

"Yes, he knows. Look, I better hurry. Fix that gravy." 

After April departed, Terry went to the bathroom to stick a finger down 
her throat and empty her bloated belly tank. The thought of adding 
lumpy gravy to the mix sickened her. The life of a porta potty wasn't 
all it was cracked up to be. It certainly wasn't romantic, and there 
was nothing romantic in giving blow jobs or suck jobs. You just feel 
used, or useful if you are trying to be useful, but there were times 
when she just felt used and had just experienced one of those times. 
She didn't mind giving her mother a complete suck job, but to be used 
as a toilet under the pretext of a suck job sucked. There were times 
she wished her mother would just come right out and say, "Terry, kneel 
and suck on my cunt. I need to take a piss."
 
At ten after six, the door shook under a heavy fist. April rose from 
the dinner table and said, "I think that's for me." 

She opened the door and saw two large men in fresh work clothes. They 
wore embroidered name patches over their left breast. One said Buck, 
the other said Earl. Buck was a tall, tattooed, burly, barrel-chested 
man. Earl was shorter, stockier, and had a full, long red beard. They 
both eyed April up and down appreciatively. Buck said, "Monica said you 
were a fox, but you are one classy fox." 

April extended her hand like a lady and said, "April Jennings. I see 
that you must be Buck, and you must be Earl." 

The other one said, "Actually, I'm Buck, and he's Earl. We wear each 
other's shirts to throw people off." 

"Well you sure fooled me. Look, could we talk outside for a moment?" 

She eased out and closed the door. She turned to face the two men and 
said, "Look, I'm afraid there's been a misunderstanding. I said some 
crazy things to Monica, just trying to freak her out. I never intended 
it to go this far. It was a joke. Before I could stop it, she went out 
of town. I had no idea how to contact you guys. I did cook dinner. 
You're welcome to stay and eat with us. I feel just terrible about 
this." 

Earl, the un-bearded tall one, said, "We missed out on a cock fight for 
this. We showered and everything. We were promised food, beer, and 
pussy. If we don't get food, beer, and pussy, we're going to become 
very nasty, ain't that right, Earl?" 

"I'm Buck; you're Earl, remember." 

"Ain't that right, Buck?" 

"That's right, lady. We get real mean without beer, food, and pussy, 
mostly pussy, huh Buck?" 

"I'm Earl, you idiot." 

"Says Buck on your shirt." 

"Fuck the shirt! I'm Earl, you're Buck." 

"I don't want to fuck no shirt, Buck. I want to fuck this lady's 
pussy." 

The tall one said to April, "Well, you heard him, ma'am. He want's to 
fuck your pussy. Once Earl makes up his mind about a pussy, the only 
thing the owner can do is get the legs out of the way." 

April found their crude and silly banter amusing. They instantly put 
her at ease and had her laughing. She remembered how taken with them 
Monica was. She remembered her saying they were well-hung and could 
fuck her into a stupor. A mischievous smile spread across her face. She 
said, "Are you sure that's Earl?" 

"Yes, ma'am, says so right on his shirt, there, E-A-R-L, Earl." 

"All right, you two. You'll get your food. You'll get all the beer you 
can drink. And, yes, you'll get all the pussy you want, but not here, 
at least, not the pussy. I want to make it clear that my daughter is 
not a part of this, now or ever, take it or leave it." 

The bearded one said, "Fair enough. You sure you got enough pussy to go 
around?" 

"Yes, I'm sure. After you eat, we'll get a motel, okay?" 

"Sure thing," said the tall one, "but we ain't sleepy, are we Buck?" 

"Not so fast, Buck. After we drink all her beer, eat all her food, and 
fuck her pussy raw, we probably could use a nap in that motel." 

"You're right, Buck. She looks like she has a real squeeze box. Them 
tight pussies wear me out. Ma'am, if you'll do the driving, we'd love 
that motel offer." 

Alice stifled a laugh to say, "You get the pussy at the motel." 

"Hear that Earl? We're getting pussy at the motel, too." 

"Shit, Earl. I ain't never had pussy in my sleep before." 

April laughed and stomped her foot. "Stop it you clowns. You know what 
I mean. My family is in there. You behave yourselves. Come on, lets get 
you guys watered and fed."

"And bred," said Earl, or Buck...hell, I'm writing this shit and I'm 
confused.

April said, "Hey, I'm the one that gets bred. Don't forget that. And 
you guys knock off the name game. You're confusing the writer."

Earl and Buck looked for a writer, then scratched their heads. Dumb 
fucks.

April led the way. Just inside the door the tall guy goosed her. April 
jumped two feet, spun around, and playfully shook her finger at him. 
She led them into the dining room. Charlie and Terry were already 
seated - Charlie at the head, Terry to his right. April said, "Terry, 
Charlie, these are my friends, Buck and Earl. Don't ask which is which, 
they don't know and the tags don't matter." 

The tall guy went right up to Charlie and took his hand with both of 
his, shaking it hard and fast, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, 
Chuck. You're a hell of a guy, sharing your food, beer, and pussy with 
a couple of bums like us." 

Charlie sat dumbfounded. April placed a hand to cover her smile and 
shook her head. The bearded one stepped up and likewise shook Charlie's 
hand, saying, "I can tell by looking at you that you are a real buddy. 
You know what a real buddy is Chuck?" Charlie shook his head weakly. "A 
real buddy is one that goes out and gets two blow jobs, comes back and 
gives you one." Beard slapped Charlie's back and cried, "Ain't that a 
scream?" 

Tall went around to Terry and helped her to her feet. He picked her up 
in his arms, hefted her, and said, "Look at this Earl. It's a miniature 
version of April. Feel how light she is." 

With that, Tall tossed Terry across the table into the arms of Beard. 
Terry let out a squeal as she flew through space. Beard caught her with 
ease, hefting her for himself. He said, "Damn, Earl, I think she's 
hollow." He held her cradled in one arm, flipped up her sweat shirt, 
baring her taunt belly, and thumped it like a watermelon. "She ain't 
hollow, but she's ripe." 

April said, "Okay, put her down." 

Beard set her down. "Just having a little fun, April. Earl's the child 
molester. He's the one you gotta watch." 

Tall said, "That's right, if you turn your back, Earl will have her 
screwed, blewed, and tattooed before you can say my Terry is not that 
kind of girl." 

Beard said, "That's right, before you can get it out of your mouth, she 
will be. You better keep a sharp eye on Earl." 

April suppressed a laugh and said, "Will you two sit down so we can 
eat? I'll get you a beer." 

They took seats side by side across from Terry on Charlie's left. Tall 
yelled out, "Better put a six pack on the table. We don't want you 
putting any unnecessary mileage on that pussy going back and forth for 
beer." 

Beard leaned over to Charlie and said, "It's a proven fact, Chuck, with 
every step a woman takes, she rubs two microns of pussy away. I knew 
this marathon runner woman once. You could stick your head in and 
wiggle your ears. That's no shit. Say, Chuck, has April done any heavy 
walking or running?" 

April returned with a six pack and said, "I heard that. The answer is 
no, but if you two don't behave, I'm taking a few laps around the 
block." 

April leaned across Tall to set the six pack between the two. Tall 
pulled her onto his lap on her back and shoved his hand up her skirt. 
April kicked, squealed, and giggled as Tall wormed in under her panty 
leg band and entered her wet pussy. He said, "Hell, we haven't checked 
you out, yet. We might want you to take a few laps. Can't stand no 
Black and Decker pecker wrecker chewing the paint off my weed whacker." 

Tall ripped the panties off April and returned to fingering her pussy. 
April relaxed and let him have his way, enjoying the lewd attention. 
Tall said, "I don't know, Buck, she's awful damn tight. Maybe you 
better check." 

Tall lifted April by the hips and turned her up-side-down. Her skirt 
fell over his arms, exposing her naked ass as he passed her to Beard. 
Beard took the hand-off and laid April on his lap with her head resting 
in Tall's lap. He jammed his thump up her twat and said, "Damn tight 
pussy, Buck." He looked to April and asked, "Are you sure you're 
married?" 

April, now loving the lewd treatment, looked at her splayed, inverted 
loins and studied the thumb skewering her pussy. While reflecting 
casual interest to her husband and daughter, who also saw everything 
plainly, she said, "Yes I'm sure." 

"How long?" 

"Eighteen years." 

"No way." Tall got up and went to Charlie. He lifted Charlie to his 
toes by his collar, unbuckled his belt, released the pants snap and 
pulled the zipper down. With one motion, he dropped Charlie's pants and 
underwear. Terry cupped her hand over her mouth. April struggled up to 
see what Tall was doing. 

Charlie's penis was shriveled and drawn into the pubic hair, making him 
look like a little boy. Charlie's face was beet red as Tall said, "Well 
here's your problem, April. Your husband's got no dick. This here is a 
pecker. You need a cock to properly break in a pussy. Shit, woman, 
you're still mostly virgin." 

With that, he set Charlie down. Charlie hurriedly gathered up his pants 
as Tall opened his fly. All eyes watched as Tall dramatically reach in 
and drew out a thick slab of man meat. He slapped it on the table by 
Charlie's plate. It wasn't even hard and was ten inches long. April sat 
up on Beard's lap and turned for a better look, obviously impressed. 
Tall said, "This is a cock, April." 

April leaned over the corner on her elbows and feasted her eyes on the 
magnificent cock. Her hand came down and stroked it. She curled her 
finger around it and lifted it free of the table. Blood pumped into the 
mighty member. Her hand squeezed, feeling his pulse. His hefty cock 
grew in her fist, prying her fingers open. It rose, arching toward the 
ceiling as April began pumping. Tall stood tall and put his cock on 
proud display as it reached full erection of thirteen inches as thick 
as a large cucumber with a head the size of a small apple. 

April, as though magically drawn to it stood and leaned over the cock. 
She took it in her mouth, just managing to get the head inside. She 
pumped and moaned delicious noises as Beard fumbled with her skirt and 
set his cock at her pussy. He drew back on her hips and sank his head 
in her stretched cunt, making her groan. Tall said, "Of course, mine 
ain't near as big as Earl's." 

April looked up as Beard drew back for another plunge. He sank eight 
inches in her, knocking her breath out and making her fall forward on 
the table. She cried, "Oh Lord!" 

Beard forced another two inches in her and had four left out. He began 
sawing in and out, gaining further entry with each in-stroke. April 
groaned with every thrust, but arched her ass back to meet him. Tall 
walked around to Terry and stood at her side with his cock in her face, 
bobbing under her nose. "Ever see one this big, Terry?" 

She looked up sheepishly and said, "No, I didn't know they got that 
big." 

April looked over and saw Tall rubbing his cockhead against Terry's 
lips. She wanted to say something but Beard made another lunge, making 
talk impossible. She watched Terry gradually turn head-on and open her 
mouth wide. Her lips flowed over the crown and she took in the massive 
head, bulging her cheeks. She placed her hands on his shaft, and began 
jacking and sucking, building in intensity until she looked like a girl 
who absolutely loved sucking cock. She knew a cock that big had to be 
packing a heavy load, and she wanted every drop. 

April's pussy slowly adjusted to the huge intruder, and she never felt 
anything so erotic and exciting. Her ass wiggled on the plunging shaft 
while she watched Terry sucking Tall. The action grew in intensity from 
both groups. Charlie sat between them, stunned and alarmed, feeling 
totally helpless and useless, having neither a cock nor a cunt. 

April came first, crying out, "Oh, God! Fuck me! Earl, Buck, whoever 
you are. Fuck me hard, please!" 

Terry pumped faster and sucked harder. The cock swelled and burst hot 
sperm deep down her throat. She could feel the streams jetting up his 
urethra and into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed, but some leaked 
out at the corners and drooled down her neck. April was awed by the 
sight and shouted, "Suck that cock, Terry! Suck it, baby! Eat that 
mother fucker's cum, you cock-sucking whore!"

Terry ate that mother fucker's cum exactly like a cock sucking whore 
would, then milked the mother fucker like a slut would, then licked the 
mother fucker like a cunt-lapper would, then kissed his balls like a 
girl who wanted to thank a man for a great meal.

After their release, the men stripped and then stripped April. They 
settled down to eat and drink as April fawned over them and their 
cocks. After a hearty meal, Tall laid April on her back on the table 
and screwed her silly. After Tall, Beard flipped her over and screwed 
her from the rear, in the rear. They drank another six pack, told dirty 
jokes, then took April, two six packs, and left. Terry and Charlie were 
still in their seats. 

They got up and walked into the living room. They sat on the sofa 
together. Terry drew her father into her shoulder and kissed his 
forehead. She stroked his bangs and said, "Are you all right?" 

"I'm okay. Your mom was having fun. I don't blame her." 

"Mom loves you Daddy, you know that." 

"I know, honey, but a woman needs more than love. Some need a cock or 
two." 

"I suppose. She did look happy." 

They sat in silence, each thinking personal thoughts. Terry got up and 
whipped her sweatshirt off, saying, "I've got to get out of this damn 
wrapping, and these pants are chafing my you-know-what. I may need some 
doctoring. Would you mind?" 

"No, not at all. I'll get the doctoring stuff." 

Terry stripped and cleared a space on the table. Charlie brought out 
the surgical soap and cream. Terry climbed up on the table and laid on 
her back with her legs drawn up, knees down, making a lab specimen 
spread of her crotch. 

Charlie filled a bowl with warm water and came over. He immediately set 
to work, gently lathering her pussy. He truly loved his work. For 
twenty minutes, Terry watched him work with love in her eyes. She 
looked past to his crotch and noticed the bulge. She got up on her 
elbows and said, "Daddy, I want you to make love to me." 

He stopped and looked up. "What?" 

"You heard me. I want you fuck me." 

"Honey, we can't." 

"Yes we can. Just clean your prick with the surgical soap and put it 
in. I want you to do be my first." 

"Are you sure, Terry?" 

"I'm positive; besides, I need a prick to be my first. You saw what's 
in store for me." 

Charlie dropped his pants, scrubbed his prick and nuts, then fucked his 
daughter. They came together and collapsed in a lover's embrace. After 
catching his breath, Charlie said, "God, Terry. I'm so sorry. I didn't 
mean to cum inside you."

Terry said, "I love you, Daddy. I want to be your mistress. I'll never 
turn you down, and you never have to pull out of a mistress. I want to 
be a fertile mistress for you. I want to give myself completely. I want 
to give my ass, my mouth, my pussy, and my womb, and place them all at 
your disposal." 

"I love you, Terry. Your mother said she wouldn't mind. I believe her. 
I think I'd like that."

                                                        * * *

One week later, Charlie, Terry, and April arrived at Dr. Wayne's 
office. They weren't alone. Besides Dr. Wayne, there were twenty-two 
others, including Monica. Two chairs were centered on Dr. Wayne's desk. 
He stood before the desk, leaning back against it with folded arms. He 
motioned April and Terry into the seats. April looked properly nervous. 
Terry was also nervous. 

The people were all around, some standing, some sitting. Terry 
recognized the two men from the waiting room. April saw the elderly 
couple from the first day. Charlie joined those standing as Terry and 
April took the seats. 

Dr. Wayne dropped a packet of eight by ten photos on April's lap and 
said, "Look them over." 

April was genuinely shocked at the pictures she saw. Terry looked in 
from the side. Steve said, "Needless to say, if the authorities ever 
got a hold of those, you'd be put away for many years, April. I truly 
hate to put this to you this way, but the fact is you have something I 
want, and I'll do whatever it takes to get it." 

"You know we don't have much money." 

"I don't want money, I want your daughter." 

"You can't be serious!" 

"Oh I am. Let me be more specific, April. I want Terry at my beck and 
call, ready to suck or fuck me or anyone I designate. In short, I want 
ownership of her body. You can maintain her, but you must relinquish 
her to me on demand." 

Terry sat in stunned disbelief. April showed equal concern and put a 
reassuring arm around her daughter. She said, "If this is some kind of 
sick joke, Dr. Wayne..." 

"It's no joke, April. I'm ready to call the police right now unless you 
agree with my terms unconditionally. I'm dead serious." 

Sweat beaded on April's brow. She looked to Charlie for support. 
Charlie, as usual, looked helpless and useless. Steve said, "I want 
your answer in five seconds, or I'll have Marsha make the call. Once 
the call is placed, I'm withdrawing the offer. 
One...two...three...four..." 

"All right. I'll agree." She turned to Terry and said, "I'm sorry, 
Terry, but he has us over a barrel." 

"I know, Mom. It's all right. It's not your fault; it's his." Terry 
glared at Steve. 

Steve took his finger off the intercom button and said, "Good, now 
strip your daughter and bind her to my couch. The bindings are 
attached. Cuff her hands at the top, then secure each ankle to each 
wrist cuff with the cinch straps." 

April stood and helped Terry to her feet. Terry stood passively as 
April stripped her. She let her mother place her in position but began 
trembling. April first secured her wrists over her head, each three 
feet apart, then brought her left leg back near her shoulder and looped 
a Velcro strap around her ankle, placing her calf in line with her 
head. When she did the same with her right leg, Terry let out an 
anguished groan. Her sex was lifted, totally open, and vulnerable - 
asshole, too. 

April stood back and said, "There, are you happy?" 

"I'll let you know after I fuck her. I see she healed up nicely - fresh 
shave - nice." 

He dropped his pants as the crowd pressed in. He knelt at her up-lifted 
ass and aimed his cock at her pussy hole. Other men were getting out of 
their pants and getting in line as Steve entered her. Terry moaned as 
he sank in to his balls in her aroused pussy. She looked into his eyes 
and said, "I guess this makes me your whore now?" 

Steve stroked in and out, then said, "That's right, Terry. Do you have 
a problem with that?" 

"No. Whore seems to be my destiny. I'm tired of fighting it. I just 
want you to know, you're not getting my cherry. What you are getting is 
sloppy seconds after my dad. I may be your whore, but I'm his 
mistress."

April cinched the right ankle strap a little tighter while saying, 
"That's telling him, Terry." 

                                                                       
THE END