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   Monica 55: TICKLED PINK

   Hot pink for a hot streak.  Monica strings that bikini along.

   On a scalding hot afternoon Monica Gift felt mischief roll over her body
like the sweat beading up on her.  One of the hottest days of the summer
she decided to go for a walk.  Recalling the last time she walked through
town after a Car Show it just sounded thrilling, even as she lost her
bikini to devilish pranksters.  That is until the Cops picked her up for
streaking.  Of course, said Cops had evil intentions of their own.  She
made an agreement with them that day that would rescue her every time she
misbehaved.  Ever since that bargain was struck she grew bolder and bolder,
Bitch was invincible.  Today she was going to create havoc.

   Donning a hot pink spaghetti string bikini that barely hid her assets,
by assets meaning her bulging cleavage.  Ingeniously exposed allowed her
areolas to easily be viewed if she so much as tugged the material, melons
ripe for the picking.  More flesh revealed than covered!  Her bottoms
concealed her silky smooth snatch but hovering low, just above her clitoral
region.  If she had pubes they would easily be seen.  Thin strings tied
loosely about her waist held them on but just barely.  She hated the
sensations of constriction, a simple bow tie sufficient.  The string
between her ass cheeks revealed 99% of her ass, a stunningly tight heart
shaped ass at that, with just enough booty to jiggle as she walked.

   Her only other attire being dark sunglasses, flipflops, and body jewelry
consisting of a belly chain and ankle bracelets, in her hands her
cellphone. A tiny bottle of baby oil which she had tucked beneath her
bikini bottoms for safe keeping looked silly but did draw eyes to the area.
Giggling about it as if she referred to it as her PUBEscence.  It was light
and just snug enough to ride along without falling out.  Most of the time.
Occasionally she did need to put her fingers down there to nudge it back
in. Doing that around traffic if looked as if she were touching herself as
she strolled.  The bottle rubbing over her clit had a very erotic measure
of success as well.  Friction!  So sexy!

   Her parents were out of town to spend time together without Monica. 
Much needed for all parties.  After her Mother almost discovering the
incest between Monica and her Dad they had concocted an argument between
them to create enough friction to throw Charlotte off the trail.  It was
difficult on everyone but the three of them had worked it out for now.

   Her Dad still got the best of both worlds, even without Charlotte
knowing the full truth.  Monica got her Daddy anytime he asked her for it.
Her Mother learning to overlook and embrace the unspoken intimacy between
them, thinking it innocent enough when they did try and make up from
squabbling.  Not easy, but not impossible!  Monica was glad to be her own
woman today.  This was a stress reliever.  No school antics, no students
growling over Jimmy Newton's getting the hot girls as per his deal in
helping take yearbook photos.  Not even any arguments out of Principal
Knave Janson.  So far!  She had him by the balls so let him stress.  This
was Monica's private time.  Today was all about her freedom.

   Her journey started at her front door ten minutes ago.  Heading down the
street and turning east toward the business district where traffic was
heavier.  She enjoyed the sun on her flesh as she wiggled down the
sidewalks, not many trees or bushes to hide behind so to speak.  Cars were
repeatedly slowing to wave, adding in some high volume wolf calls and sonic
boom whistles.  Most verbal abuse was sexual but there were a few cranky
women pissed at the world.  Whatever!  Get plastic surgery!  Better yet
move!

   Most people enjoyed the sight of a Playboy Playmate in waiting, while
others seemed less sociable to her freedom.  She ignored those folks as
best she could, lusty guys generally defended her in her times of need. 
Not that Monica cared!  What were they going to do, call the cops?  Those
that were nice she taunted and tortured hard.  Light flashes, blown kisses,
flicking tongue, spanking her own ass cheeks, they loved it all.  Shaking
her tits until prize nipples snuck out to say hi in all of their
hitchhiking glory.  A large portion of her voyeurs were greeted with a
mischievous wink, she just as quickly covering herself with a feigning
blush.  She was hardly embarrassed.  So much fun!  Her fanbase was coming
out of the woodwork.

   As usual there were guys she knew from school driving around.  Some
would pull over and coax her to their cars, risky but rewarding.  She would
offer them chances to play with her tits as she knelt close.  Guys going so
far as to peel her cup from her breast and suck on her nipples.  She loved
it.  They loved it more.  The one thing she refused to do was join them in
their car.  Oh, but they begged.  Not knowing many of them that would or
could be a grievous mistake.  Luckily there were so many voyeurs even if
she was drug into a car her watchers would give pursuit and save her.  That
or help abuse her.  It was better she avoided any ride along.  Nope not
today!  Not yet at least!  It really depended on who.  Eventually, she left
them wanting more and continued her bubbly stroll.  Torture was her middle
name.  Monica Gift was a living legend.

   Stoplights were noisy.  Honks leading her to dance about waving.  Her
zest creating a frenzy of testosterone.  Guys craved her.  She craved guys.
Just not yet.  For now she just wanted to rile up the town.  Boy was it
working.  Everywhere she walked the cars followed.  Rats to the music of
the Pied Piper.  She was in no hurry either with no true destination.  For
a town about 12,000 strong it felt like 10% were keeping tabs on her. 
Lingering at a crosswalk she toyed with her bottoms.  Untying one side of
her bikini and parting the strings to offer a fully nude hip she purposely
let her tiny bottle of oil fall to the curb.  Squealing playfully she
kneels to pick it up and lets her back string dangle between her crack.  It
was sexy as all get out.  Guys were using their cellphone cameras to video
her performance.  Even guys in their sixty's.  Horny old men were the best.
Her flirtations kicking into overdrive just for their benefit.  She made
their day.  They made Monica's.

   As the light turned saying walk allowing her to cross she wiggled hard,
toying with her strings without retying them.  Her oil bottle was
strategically relocated to her left bikini cup for safe keeping.  Right in
front of waiting cars she does a 360 on her heels and shows off.  Tugging
her bottoms up into her camel toe.  Lips barely visible but begging for a
tighter yank.  More honks!  More ravenous whistles!  More encouragement to
go streaking.  Regretfully she tied her strings and continued on.  After
slapping her ass cheeks twice to stimulate the masses on the opposite
corner she proceeded on.

   "That's right My Hungry Hungry Hippos." She rubbed her hips as she
strutted.  "Soak it all up." Her grin was devilish, her mood just downright
evil.  She knew traffic was slowing up on purpose, gridlock imminent, just
the kind of chaos she had hoped for.  Moving casually onward she passed by
storefronts, local businesses that truthfully did very little for the
community, some barely staying above water.  Places she had met good people
in, stores she had played around to a resounding success.  She wanted to
expand though.  Going into the same places was fine but she needed to show
off everywhere, not just confine herself to the same old song and dance. 
Some exceptions might be made.  Not many.  Again...not today.

   Stopping to eye herself in the glass storefront of a drugstore she
observed the reflection of not only herself but of the cars passing by her.
Stimulated by their casual drive by Monica tugs at her bottoms drawing them
up between her thighs so that it looked as if she were totally bottomless.
Bare ass to those looking.  A lengthy dance for her own amusement, ass
wiggling about almost a twerk.  She could see reactions that ranged from
jaws dropping to rubbed chins.  Interest was brewing and she loved the
expressions captured.  A tilt of her chin on her shoulder she looked back
at her audience with a seductive wink.  They ate it up.  With a beguiling
smile she releases her bottoms and shakes her booty even harder.  A two
handed slap to both butt cheeks led her to continue her walk.  She was wet
as hell.  Saliva was not doing much for their chins either.

   Reaching the next street corner she had to wait on the stoplight.  Cars
from all four directions ignoring their chance to proceed onward, but
unfortunately toots from cars behind them forced their gas pedal.  As the
light told her to walk she avoided the cars passing and began her stroll.
At the center of the crosswalk she drops her lotion bottle on purpose and
bends over to obtain it.  In doing so she again untethers one side of her
bottoms and lets it dangle.  Remaining on yet displaying a full hip and
thigh to their receptive gaze.  Wolf calls filled the air with howls of
predatory intent.

   "Take it off." She hears a middle aged man in a pickup truck leering out
his window, hand slapping the metal of his door to get her attention.  She
stood erect and pinched her remaining string holding her bottoms to her
hip. Sticking her tongue out at him her other hand retrieved the already
dangled string, holding it out at arms length just before untying the
second string.  Both strings were held out.  Her patch tugged up into her
pussy lips she began twisting in a 360 circle which gave all four
directions a show.  The words spoken were viciously sexy.

   As further honking distracted her she pulled attempted to pull herself
together by tying very loose bows then skipped to the curb, tits bouncing
wildly, her eyes dancing with erotic decisions.  It was safe to say every
guy watching wanted her naked.  Maybe!  Not just yet.  She wanted to
torture them further.  Cars were pulling into parking meters just to avoid
traffic for a better view, something that rarely happened even on a
weekend. The business weren't used to seeing the clustering vehicles.  Sad
though that business was still not coming in to shop.

   To her right one such car turned up their music.  A hard rock tune that
made her dance, almost thrash even.  Bouncing about she hugs a parking
meter and feigns using it as a stripper pole.  Rubbing her inner thighs
along the cool metal pipe holding the meter up felt lovely.  She heard
someone call out, "Ride my dick like that." Razzing him Monica stroked the
pipe for good measure.  She loved a long thick pole.

   Giggling she moved from meter to meter performing similarly for each car
it was near.  Yelling out, "Tip the meter maid." Numerous drivers did just
that, those that found quarters.  At least she was helping her town make a
living.

   Crushing her tits around another pole as if titty fucking it went over
well as a gent pumped change in front of her.  Chuckling the man rubbed his
crotch up against the pole as she brought her compressed breasts up to
graze over his lap.

   "I love tips!" She bantered he replying, "I love tits."

   Winking at him she hopped up and moved on to the next meter pole in
line. Holding it with one hand she spun around it twice before drifting
again.  Butterfly waves toward every available guy she spotted she strutted
away.  Heading past a used appliance store she paused to unveil her breasts
and crushing them into the showroom glass, the young man inside grinning up
a storm.  He stepped outside just to watch her abandon her pose with a
blown kiss.  Another time Sailor!

   Just before reaching the next blocks stoplight, Monica noticed a
familiar Police cruiser watching her from the next block up, but she wasn't
remotely deterred by it.  Nor were her followers.  She had a good twelve
cars lingering close.  Either parked or moving slowly.  Some going around
the block multiple times.

   As she waited on the next stoplight she reached behind her neck and
untied her top.  Placing the strings between her teeth she palms her
breasts jostling them about.  The pink top slipped away from her fullness
as her hands slipped under the material.  Tugging outward the cups escaped
her tits and drooped away from her knuckles.  Deciding to fold her arms she
stealthily removed her top and crumpled it up in her hand.  Topless she
contained them with her forearms.  Guys went gonzo crazy.  Four different
men coughed up begging, "Show us your tits." Maybe!  Not just yet.  Her
tongue wagged toward each of them to rile them up.  Tongues wagged back, in
spades.  Offers to eat her pussy were stimulating and plentiful.

   Crossing the street topless she blows kisses through pouty lips.  Now
she was running into foot traffic.  Guys had abandoned their cars to walk
the sidewalk toward her.  Lust was insane.  Walking up to her one guy
compliments her with his hand palming his concealed erection and choosing
to walk alongside her.

   "You are one sexy girl."

   "I know.  Do you think they all think that?"

   "Let's find out." He chuckles and raises his voice, "EVERYONE HERE THINK
THIS GIRL IS SEXY?" The answer was unanimous as horns blared, men sharing
their own verbal sincerity in droves.  Hearing their affirmation she jumped
up and down.  Her arms lowering to let her bare chest be seen for the first
time.  Nipples dynamic!  The man beside her eyeballing their beauty stood
away just to show her off as if a gameshow model.

   "Christ almighty!  Those need to be squeezed."

   Stepping directly up to him with brilliant eyes she posed ready,
tempting his obvious greed.  "Make the others jealous then."

   That he did!  Both of his hands rose to the challenge to crush very
strong fingers around her bulging breasts.  She coos at his grip as he
playfully jiggles them about.  Seductive eyes ignite a frenzy about her as
she tilts her head sharing her enjoyment of his hostile takeover of her
breasts.  This was her Marilyn Monroe moment.

   "Can you hold on to my lotion bottle and top for awhile?" She giggles
passing them to him which forced him to remove his hands.  He hated to let
go of her tits but accepted her offer.  Stepping away she again palms her
own tits and continues her stroll.  Sneakily revealing peeks at her nipples
one palm at a peekaboo as she passed by cars.  The Man held back and just
watched from a distance to see how bold she might get.  In his ogle he grew
observant of the streets around them.  He had noticed the Police Car just
sitting there watching.  No siren.  No whistle.  This girl was getting away
with her behavior.  Which made him all that much more eager to see how far
she might go.  She was essentially stripping for the whole world to see. 
How was she getting away with this?

   A flurry of more cars take up the parking meters along both sides of the
street.  A section of ten cars in a row had been available to them on her
side.  Each following one another in procession like kids racing for the
same toy.  Maybe they were.

   She couldn't contain her laughter seeing them all line up headlights
facing the sidewalk at a diagonal.  Stopping in her tracks she bites her
lower lip and looks about her for any opposition that might create trouble
for her.  With none evident she steps to a parking meter in front of the
first two cars.  Arms abandoning her boobs she lets her audience all take
them in as she crushes them around the pole like titty fucking.  Having
done it earlier she felt inspired to offer the show once more, this time no
bikini top hiding her.

   Crouching low with her tits compressed around the metal rod she fans her
knees wide to offer a succulent view between her legs.  Her pink bottoms
constricting up into her labia, lips to both sides of her bikini patch. 
Windows rolled down the comments grew serious.  Calling her the sexiest
Meter Maid alive.  She would take that compliment.

   Standing up quickly she dances to a second meter performing the same
stunt.  Then a third meter.  Finally as cars driving by were creating a jam
up she threw herself backwards on to a car hood.  Looking back at the
driver within the car she arches her back and jostles her tits for him,
ending with a pinch of both nipples for his approval.  Licking her lips she
rolls over and blows him a kiss before moving on to the next car.

   "So much fun." Monica wheezes wanting to masturbate, "This reminds me I
need to head over to Kyle's college dorm.  That guy Dalton I met at the
park wanted me to come strip for he and his frat boys.  I'll call him later
and arrange it.  Oh, my God I need to touch myself."

   Choosing another car she moves between vehicles and hops up on the hood
from the side.  Hiking her left leg she runs her fingers beneath her pink
bikini bottom and massages her clit before the drivers eyes.  The car
adjacent him had two guys in it.  The seated man reaching out his passenger
side window took it upon himself to rub her right leg below the knee.  She
played coy as he did, not stopping her stimulating fingers even for a
second.

   On the sidewalk the man holding her oil and bikini top begins to worry
that her performance might land them all in jail.  Yet, the Police cruiser
still hadn't budged.  He could see the two Officers watching with interest.
It made him wonder just why they weren't putting a stop to her lude acts.
Women had driven by looking.  Yet, none had looked all that upset.  Strange
it was.

   "Cops watching you.  Aren't you worried?" The assistant steps close
enough without ruining her moment.  As if hearing that might not do the
dirty work for him.  Still, he felt strangely protective.

   "I don't care.  I'm having too much fun with you guys.  Let them look.
Maybe they're jerking off watching with their dicks inside their donut
holes.  Like you guys should be doing.  Minus the donuts!" She giggles and
kicks her right leg forward for the man rubbing her to get a better grip.
He rolled his palms over her calf and grinned.  Feeding her ego the driver
in front of her leans out and attempts to rub her left foot near his
mirror.

   "Damn!  I can't reach it." The man chuckles.  There was just too much
distance between cars to offer both men their wishes.  Instead she chose to
abandon the car hood entirely and merely dance between their car doors. 
Her fingers still lingering beneath her bottoms.  Nibbling her lower lip
with mischief building she removed her hand.  Taking her wet fingertips she
brought it up to his nose then tempted his lips.  That was all it took! 
Monica let the lone man lick her fingertips.  It gave her goosebumps.  It
also inspired to attempt jerking off.  Watching him lift his hips to
unfasten his pants she flared her eyes and told him bluntly, "ABOUT TIME!"

   Leaning into his window to observe him unzip his fly and introduce her
to his seven inch erection she heard him reply with, "In your honor
Cupcake." Looking up at him with awe as he knuckled his monster she offers
the men behind her a giddy expression.  Pointing at him was her genius idea
to prompt others to follow his lead.

   "My biggest fan."

   She sighs leaning on his door jam to watch him.  In bending over, the
guy opposite his car reached out and rubbed her ass.  The envy spread
amongst those watching.  Everyone had their own desires at this point. 
Arching her back further Monica Gift offered her ass cheeks to her
caresser, his fingers slipping under the string to examine her anal pucker.
The tiny cloth patch pulled aside allowed him a deeper entry inside her
crevice.  A finger poised at her anal cavity made her squeal and dance
about as if ticklish.  He quickly lost his grip.  Hearing his verbal
disappointment she switched positions and poised herself face forward into
his window.  He relaxed back inside as she smirked at him aiming for
swagger.  Reaching in she rubbed his crotch through his cargo pants.  Bulge
rising beneath her teasing fingertips she pats it with a hopeful hint.

   "Why is this not open and being abused?  For shame!"

   "I can fix that." The man unzips and digs under his boxers for a six
incher.  Within his fingers he wags it at her.  She giggled and pecked him
on the cheek before pulling away.  Leaving him he looked disappointed.

   "Don't you put that away.  I'll be back.  I want a 21 gun salute.  Okay
maybe 30." Laughing she palms her chest and scurries around his car to
another.  Goading each occupant to reveal and masturbate at her behavior.
They were mesmerized!  All the while her bikini tops caretaker found
himself joined by three other guys watching the show.  The more guys that
crowded near her the more he stressed over the patrol car.  Sooner or later
the cops would break it up.  Right?

   Six cars now had dicks in hand rising up and down.  Once all were being
taunted she slipped from window to window leaning in to kiss cheeks and
tickle their foreskins, calling each pecker cute.  How could nobody see
these fucks with straining expressions?  Drivers going by did just that,
drove by.  Without so much as a glance of concern.  Elderly ignored the
scene.  Women shook their heads.  It was insanity.

   Dancing between cars she chose to rally those on the sidewalk running up
to the standing men on the curb.  Uncupping her breasts to shake them at
the drooling posse brought on smiles.  Finally she pouts toward them with a
hurtful glint in her drama queen eyes, "Nobody wants to kiss me." Puckers
formed a line, guys getting out of cars just to kiss the bandit.

   Each of the seven daring to wait their turns shared a steamy kiss,
leaving her breasts unattended for a bit of fondling.  While the men were
distracted Monica toyed with her bikini laces her fingers twirling them
along her hips.  Gradually tugged as she stood on tiptoe to make out with
lover number six the strings of her bottoms were untied without them
becoming immediately aware.  The meter guys did however notice and were
beating off the more her flesh revealed itself.

   The tiny patch in behind curled down to reveal butt crack with less
coverage.  She left them there rolled up as she found hands cupping her
tits for a healthy dose of playful jiggles.  Return kissers led to
frolicking hands, including her own.  Bulging jeans were rubbed by tempting
fingers, zippers tugged down mischievously without their help.  Sly
fingertip entries coaxed the men into revealing their own dicks without her
having to bring them out of her own desired efforts.

   In a bold move she turned facing the cars between two studs and shows
her tits to her persistent strokers.  With a sexy glint in her eye she
reaches down and palms two cocks stroking them right in front of the
traffic.  All of them worried this might be going too far.  Everyone had a
lot to lose if busted.  Still her hands sliding up and down their shafts
made them take the risk.  The temptation and lust was just too great.

   Facing them with her bottoms crinkled up her pubic area exposed.  She
had left it with a very faint, barely noticeable peach fuzz of blondish
brown in a straight line up from her clitoral region by an inch.  Seeing it
made the car viewers growl.  Most of them were resisting a detonation.  The
show was too darned good to waste on early firepower.

   "WANT ME!" She yelled laughing.  Oh they most certainly did Miss Gift.

   Only the possessor of her bikini top had avoided showing off his beast
of burden.  Monica wouldn't have it.  Releasing her throbbing man handles
she giggled, "Nobody puts these away dry.  I'll be back."

   A seductive step in the lingering man's direction she eases up to him
lifting his t-shirt to rub her tits against his bare chest.  Peering up at
him she whispers, "I saved the best for last.  You have my top, now you can
have my bottoms.  Peel them off of me."

   "Seriously?" He looks around at the cops.  She swiftly turns his cheek
with her fingers back to face her.  He hadn't even cared that those fingers
had penis scent on them.

   "Stop worrying.  The Cops love me."

   "Daaaamn!" He hisses, "Fuck it."

   "Maybe."

   She giggles as his fingers caress their way down over her ribs to her
hips.  Pinching under the strings she glances over her shoulders at her
gathering of masturbators.  With a look of awe she flares her eyes. 
Bending down the garment thief tugged her bottoms through her thighs and
tugged them away, it was more dramatic this way.  Stepping back and
watching the material move through her gap she moaned sweetly with a short
gasp.

   "Tickled my clit!"

   Relieved of them entirely she whipped her body around to press her back
against his chest bringing his hands around her to roam, his hands were all
over her.  One hand cupping a breast, his other hand slipping down her
belly to massage her clitoris.  Monica gasped at the rubbing and
intentionally made expressions of yearning toward her audience.  A single
finger digging into a curl up inside her pussy she threw her arms around
the back of his neck and drew him in to kiss her shoulder.  So much for
watching over her bikini and baby oil.  She thought this guy was talented,
cute too.

   Watching Romeo stimulate her, she stimulated her voyeurs in return.  Her
whimpering expression forcing her onlookers to loudly snarl.  Some
releasing hard to ear shattering grunts, others nearing their eruption. 
Monica was in Heaven.

   Hearing guys firing off, Monica pulled away from her bikini keeper
leaving him agonizing over his abused erection and darted from vehicle to
vehicle.  Leaning inside each one, some drivers all new to her but more
than welcome to join in.  If their pecker was out and about she dared to
grip them with a lustful, "Let me!" that ventured into stroking wet cocks
of their final drops before departing.  Car to car, door to door she
prowled.  As crazy as it was not even having the cum of other men on her
fingers prevented her next target from letting her rub them off even for a
two minute relief.  Ten cars in a row she massaged twelve dicks to a very
final climax.  Sampling jizz in small favors after each expiration left her
voyeurs to aim for a second round without her assist.  Monica Gift
was...well...gifted.  Bearing gifts as well.

   In her adrenalin rush Monica went so far as to race behind the cars
directly into traffic, waving at passerby's and blowing kisses.  With
traffic slowing to watch or avoid her the honks of frustration became
daunting.  Storefront operators were clustering in their doorways wondering
what all the commotion was about.  Still running on Nitrous Monica thrived
on taunting each and every driver that allowed her to touch them in some
fashion.  Even in held up traffic her fingers were curling and coddling
amid their creamy offerings.  It was utter chaos.  Licking her fingers of
their leftovers only made them praise her more.  It was risky but she lived
for the best shows ever.  Stand still!  Gridlock!

   On her final car the guys up on the curb discussed getting bolder.  Two
friends darting through bumpers crept up behind her as she bent forward
over the car door.  While coaxing final droplets of the driver on to her
knuckles she feels a dick press up against her labia from behind.  Her eyes
brighten up as it forced itself in.

   "OH FUCK!  That was unexpected." Monica huffed at the driver.  Smirking
at her hostile takeover while lifting her chin he went in for an awkward
kiss.  Whimpering into his mouth as she was being fucked from behind she
coos a warm exhale sharing with his own.  After a few moments he tugs at
her bottom lip and decided to make this moment count.  Seat nudged back for
room he hoisted his hips and gripped her by the back of her head.  She
draped over his sill he rose up sideways and plants his trickling cock to
her lips nudging it forward.  Her mouth accepted him without a fight.  More
than she planned, but hey she was so wet right now she relished in the
moment.  After taking charge over Principal Janson all week or dealing with
lesbians this overpowering was just what the Cocktor ordered.

   She sucked his cock for a good two minutes.  As he allowed her to lift
away she offered a yearning expression.  Looking back through his passenger
window she could see the patrol car still loitering.  Pushing away from her
steering wheeler with a thank you she rose from the interior to reach over
her head and palm her lovers cheek.  Turning Monica sideways at her request
she faced the cop car.  With a brilliant vigorous wave she let the cops see
her.  The driver next to her was less than thrilled hiding his face.

   Opting to leave he calls out to the guy fucking her to drag her away
from his vehicle, that he needed to go.  Doing so the guy just moved her
weight from one car to another, his dick never once abandoning her cunt. 
She loved the travel plans.  As the car backed out the cops were able to
see the man thrusting his hips into Monica much better.  His jeans drooping
over his ass just enough without falling.

   Guys were now getting nervous.  Two other cars chose to back out and
fade away.  Another blowjob forced in the car she was bent into led to a
detonation into her mouth, a load she dared to show to her target.  He
winked at her just as she swallowed.  A few minutes later her penetrator
pulled out with a Grizzly style snarl and came on her ass.  His friend
immediately took over choosing to turn her to face him as he hoists her up
on the car door enough to locate his seven inch tool up inside her. 
Picking Monica up, her legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked her right
there on the street.  He was large enough to support her weight so that
made him cocky.  Bravery led to abandoning the car as support, the man
stepping out further toward the car's rear bumper.

   Cars passing by marveled at the boldness.  Here was a totally nude young
woman being fucked for all to see.  Guys watching from all angles, some
females too, shop owners shockingly amused by it all.  Dicks being jerked,
some in hiding others less worried and upfront about it without stress. 
Female drivers and shop employees smiled at the men jerking which only
boosted their egos.  Smugly they pointed at a few of those women and fired
away.  Windows crept down in passing as women winked, some even offering
phone numbers out loud.  It was getting ugly.

   Monica found her lover devouring her nipples as she held them to his
mouth, feeling every thrust up into her.  Her G spot attacked her senses as
each pass rolled perfectly over it to create a thrilling sensation.  With a
glorious squeal the man nailing her lowered her backwards into a dangle. 
So far over that drivers going by could witness his cock diving in and out
of her drenched pussy.  It was enough to start another traffic jam.  Cars
wanting to witness it all.  Her arms flailing.  Titties bouncing wildly. 
Moans loud and proud.  Hands greeting her fans with carefree waves. 
Feeling his cock tensing up the man dared to march themselves right into
the middle of the street and let her down.  Forcing her into a kneel he
jerked off over her face for the halted traffic.  Guys were so turned on by
the sight even her garment holder had to explode.

   In a maddening egotistical stance Monica's lover destroyed her face in a
coat of white.  After he finished off he pointed toward women in the cars
arrogantly as if saying "You're next." They loved it.  Guys whistled.  Some
even for him.

   Monica stood up awkwardly and faced traffic using her fingers to wipe
the cum off of her brow and nose licking them seductively for the men.  She
even shuffled from car to car offering women samples of his leftovers. 
Shockingly three women accepted the taste and wished for more.  Monica
overstepped boundaries by leaning in to let one of the women lick her cheek
of cum.  So hilarious!  So awe inspiring!  Gotta love Florida!

   Cheers and honks forced the storefronts to finally conclude that what
was going on outside was not helping business.  Or was it?  As Store Owners
stepped out yelling, other owners laughed it off.  Who knows business might
boom now.

   The Cops were forced to come to the rescue.  Her parking meter guys had
already vacated.  The curb guys took off running.  Only Monica's bikini lay
tied around two separate parking meters.

   Driving up alongside the couple, the man who had fucked Monica was lured
to a car on the street with two women.  He ducked into the back seat and
they quickly drove off.  Both women would get laid within the hour.  Monica
now stood alone for the Cops.  Bowing for her fans dramatically until her
buddy the distinguished Officer Byrd escorted her to the back seat of their
patrol car.

   "Let's go Jaywalker."

   Her bikini and oil bottle were left behind.

   Monica Gift was tickled pink for the next two hours of her captivity.

   They had to lay the law down.

   HARD!

   Just the way she liked it.



   Monica 56: FACE OFF

   LOOK AT ME YOUNG LADY.  "Ummm!  Mom I can sexplain."

   Monica Gift came home from a lengthy late night walk.  A lazy Saturday
evening for once to counter weeks of outrageous activities.  Over the last
few weekends which included the Slave for a Day Charity event and dealing
with the lesbian girls High School Coach Marion Murray and her lover Karla
she was pretty wore out physically and mentally.

   Her High School Principal having bought her and made her a sex slave led
to more than she bargained for.  She expected teachers galore to have
tapped her holes more than a few times.  Miraculously an odd turn of events
worked more to her advantage.  Lloyd Janson switched it up and admitted his
own sick desires to be her slave.  Thriving on the abuse, she made Knave as
she referred to him her bitch.

   Not only to create havoc by pushing him into decisions that could have
blown up in her face but to show off in front of her fellow classmates.  By
ordering him into sexual misconduct with many of her Braless Brigade and
her nerdy protÃ(C)gÃ(C) Jimmy Newton it had slipped beyond chaos.  Lloyd
adored Mistress Monica so much he simply could not tell her no to anything.
His career on the line he pushed onward in his loyalty.  As much fun as it
was she needed time off.  Even a Mistress struggled with a bit of
conscience now and then.

   Teachers not only from her school but surrounding schools wanted her and
she had ignored them due to Knave and fulfilling the promises she made to
Jimmy for his assist in the yearbook debacle.  Each of those taking part in
the sly sexual photos that only they knew existed were getting away murder.
Their sneakiness a resounding success had passed through the editing
process and the yearbook was off to the printers.  Those girls in her
Brigade who had contributed to the mischief secretly had a bargain with
Monica to do one sexual act with the pudgy often called gross Jimmy Newton.
That originally did not go over well until many discovered just how
talented he was.  Big dicks and energy spoke volume.  Lord have mercy! 
Thankfully those favors were nearing their end.  A week longer at worst,
best in some cases.  Jimmy was living the dream.  So was Knave.

   Tonight however things would become a bit more intimate.  Having
strutted through town in tight grey hot pants and a thin white spaghetti
strap camisole that was sheer in its majority she could have gotten into
all kinds of naughtiness like the hot pink bikini string along a few days
back.  Not over the top sex today she merely wanted to feel freedom and let
the guys drool.  After three hours of mental mischief she found her way
home.  Extra clothing tucked under her bedroom window in a bag by a shrub
was hidden away just in case her Mother was home.  Busted recently for
being outdoors in nothing but a towel with her roleplaying Master Ryan
Quinones, Charlotte was keeping a closer watch these days.  When she wasn't
drunk off her ass.  Monica liked to be prepared.

   While on her walk her parents Aaron and Charlotte did indeed come home
from the Country Club.  Both were pretty intoxicated.  For once not alone.
They had chosen to socialize with a pair of clients from her Father's work.
Both men Aaron's age!  Peeking through a window before heading around to
find her extra clothing she spots a note tacked to the front door. 
Tiptoeing up on to the front porch she unpins it and reads it beneath a dim
nightlight.

   "I checked to see if you were home.  Left voicemail on cell.  Guess you
left your cell home or got too busy.  If you come home and find this I need
a favor.  Your Mom is plastered off her ass.  I popped her a sleeping pill
to help her along.  The two guys we have over are Mitch and Jared.  Clients
of mine.  I need you to come home and tease them.  Far as you want to go
long as Mom is out cold.  From what I hear these guys like to watch.  So,
game on my slutty but loving Daughter....Dad."

   Monica's eyes flare up with interest as she nibbles a nail, mostly with
her lips so as not to chip it.  Paper crumpled up she tosses it over the
rail into the bushes.  With another peek inside she see's the four of them
sitting in their dimly lit living room, watching television with drinks in
hand.  Her Mom resting next to her Dad looked cozy and far beyond tipsy. 
Aware but not that aware.  Decision made to stay in her current attire she
reaches for the door knob and enters.  Game face applied.

   "Hey!  You guys are still up.  Company even." She folds her arms over
her sheer chest with the paper bag of clothes just in case her Mom was of
enough mind to override her drunken state.

   "Hi Pumpkin." Aaron sat forward slightly beaming with pride.  "Mitch? 
Jared?  This is our daughter Monica."

   "Hey there Monica." Mitch smiles standing up to outstretch a hand of
friendship.  His body blocking her Mom's view Monica let her arms fall, his
eyes immediately noticing her perky quite visible tits.  Nipples stabbing
hard and saying hello she hoped Charlotte was oblivious once he sat back
down.  Mitch in turn looks back at Jared still sitting as if saying are you
seeing this?  Jared had noticed her dancing eyes long before her dancing
breasts.  Both quite stunning.

   "Hi." She bites her lower lip while shaking Mitch's hand.  In turn her
other hand waving at Jared with a tad of flirtatiousness.  Those eyes were
all Jared could process.  Devious and delightful they were.

   Quickly folding her arms again, bag blocking her while Mitch returns to
the sofa, Monica looks at her parents.  Dad winking at her while Charlotte
squinted her eyes as if straining against the darkness of the room, "Aren't
you cold?  It's chilly in here."

   "I'm hot actually." Male eyes falling to her grey hot pants and that
extremely evident cameltoe.  Even Aaron's!  "How many drinks have you had
Mom?  You look pretty toasty."

   "Not enough." Charlotte grins, patting Aaron on the chest with a loving
glare.  Aaron leans down and kisses his wife, Charlotte acting a bit
sensual.  The alcohol was definitely stimulating her hormones.  After a
lengthy tug to her Husband's lower lip Charlotte settled in under his
armpit and sighed.

   Monica changed the subject turning to the TV, "What are you watching?"

   Aaron grinned flipping channels quickly while Charlotte had her eyes
closed.  On mute the other channel was a Porno.  The second Charlotte
stirred the channel changed to a Sporting event.

   Eyes sparkling Monica fans her face allowing one breast to be seen.  All
eyes were drawn to its availability while they had the opportunity.  Her
bubbly nature led to covering herself as if modest, accompanied by a
drooping jaw that spoke, "Perverts.",followed by a razzing tongue sticking
out at the two men.  Well received!

   "Join us.  Here come sit by me and your mom." Aaron scoots closer to
Charlotte who giggles and enjoys the crushing feeling of her Husband
closing in on her.  Monica turns first to take off her shoes.  Bending over
in front of Mitch and Jared.  Monica's skin tight grey hot pants molding
over her contours like a second skin alluded to her clam shell pussy,
inviting lustful eyes.  The thin cloth over her butt crack embedded between
her cheeks as if an arrow directed the two men to her hidden pearl.  Once
the shoes are off she sachets over to the second sofa and sits down beside
her Dad, snuggling up to him like her Mom.

   "I love you Daddy." Monica eases up to kiss him on the cheek.  While
Mitch and Jared watched her every move Monica gravitated her pouty lips up
to her Father's earlobe and boldly sucks on it, her devilish eyes on the
Men for reaction.

   Aaron merely smirked using his arm around his wife to hug her tighter.
Charlotte holding her wine glass took a sip trying not to spill it in her
endeavor.  Her motor functions were most definitely slowing up.

   "Need a refill Sweetheart?" Aaron encourages his Wife.

   "Yessssss!" She giggles and leans over to kiss his nose.  It was amusing
to Mitch and Jared seeing both Wife and Daughter so playful toward Aaron.

   "Allow me." Jared reaches to the coffee table for the bottle and
graciously tops off the glass with red wine.

   "Such a Gentleman.  Isn't he Monica?" Charlotte drunkenly glares over
toward her cuddling Daughter.

   "We'll find out." She wiggles her eye brows at Jared.  Her words getting
louder to appease her Mom, "Yep.  Nice guy."

   While Charlotte turned her attention toward Mitch and Jared, Monica
reaches up and caresses her Father's cheek, tilting his profile until
facing her as she kisses him full on the lips.  Seeing this Jared maintains
Charlotte's attention by talking about her dress.  Charlotte in her flirty
mood pinched her cleavage with her own flirty smile.  It was nice to be
noticed!  The discussion lasted three minutes.  The entire time Father made
out with daughter.  The Men were mesmerized.

   Breaking away Aaron returned things to normal adding to the chat over
his Wife's dress, "Didn't we buy that dress online?" He knew better but
found it hilarious to rile her up in her condition.

   That led to Charlotte frowning at Aaron speaking up with a slur to her
speech, "We most certainly did not.  I bought this in Miami.  That cute
little Cuban dress shop."

   "Oh yeah!  I got an illegal cigar just for paying so much for that
dress."

   Charlotte shivers abruptly, "It's so cold in here.  Monica go get my
fuzzy blanket."

   Monica peeling away from her Father hops up, breasts bouncing for a
jubilant show.  Her hands pinching the waistband of the hot pants she
tugged them up deeper into her gap as she whirled in step.  While sitting
the tight pants had lowered to expose her butt crack at the top.  Both men
caught a glimpse and held their breath.  In a second thought Monica leered
over her shoulder at the visiting clients, mooning the men ever so briskly.
Over half of her ass came into view.  Instant hardon on all three men,
Father included.  Charlotte had not seen a thing as she sipped her wine.

   Returning moments later with the blanket Monica concealed herself as she
voluntarily covered her Mom, Aaron eager to snug up the blanket to keep his
wife warm.  The massive blanket bulged high obstructing much of her
viewpoint as Charlotte playfully masked half of her face.

   "Much better." She closes her eyes smiling vibrantly, enjoying its
comfortable plushy feel.

   Monica settling back under her Father's arm again nibbled her lower lip.
Taking her Dad's hand boldly from her shoulder downward over her chest she
let him squeeze her tit and pinch her nipple taunt.  Mitch and Jared became
totally invested in the show.

   As Monica enjoyed Aaron's playful hand she slipped her own hand down
over the concealed erection he had built up.  Massaging it with her palm
before pinching its contour.  Aaron kisses Monica on the forehead and
whispers, "Want that don't you?" Nodding with neediness she again kisses
him on the lips.  Tongues swirling.

   "Are we watching TV?" Charlotte slurred her words, "Sporting events are
terribly boring." Her yawns were becoming a welcome sight.

   Aaron without breaking lips with Monica turns the volume up.  As an
Announcer for the Miami Heat informs the audience of plays and stats.  The
more boring the better.  More wine is sipped as Charlotte retreats into her
blanket afterward.  Mitch and Jared talking about the game only added to
her boredom.

   Kiss intensifying Monica's roaming hand unzips her Father's slacks and
slips within.  Massaging a massive beast held at bay right in front of the
clients.  Mitch and Jared observing her every stroke found it thrilling,
amazed that Aaron and his daughter would be so bold in front of their wife
and mother respectively.

   Finally, Aaron retreated from Monica's pouty lips to check in on
Charlotte, "Falling asleep over there Sweetheart?"

   Eyes dreary Charlotte stirs as he pulls her back against him.  Her free
hand roaming out over his chest from beneath the blanket while he kisses
his wife.  Melding into him she closes her eyes.  Monica meanwhile chose to
continue rubbing her Father's beast while eying both men watching her. 
Inspired by their brewing lust she digs deeper and encourages her Father's
monster from its cage.  Out into the open now Aaron fluffed the heavy
blanket up to make certain Charlotte couldn't see the dirty deed, going so
far as tucking it between them.  Only Mitch and Jared could see it all from
their angle.

   Monica slyly leans over her Father's dick and spits on it for
lubrication.  She then strokes it with a lustful grin toward the men. 
Letting them read her lips she recites, "I love my Daddy's cock." They
could almost envision the inner child by her tone of expression.

   Thumbs up by both men Monica looks over her Dad's chest to see her Mom
slipping away.  Gentle whimpers led to Aaron saying, "I think we need to
take that wine glass from her before she spills it over my back."

   Jared jumped forward standing to cautiously peel the chalice from
Charlotte's limp fingers, then resting it next to him on an end table.  As
he did Aaron switched channels with the remote, returning to the very
steamy porn.  Monica admired the actors, including a beautiful blond giving
head with ambitious vigor.  Inspiration claimed, Monica leaned over her
Father's cock and swallowed him as far as she could down her throat.  The
Men were amazed.  Right here in front of Charlotte should she revive enough
to catch them.

   Aaron watched his daughter's building hunger and swept her hair away
from her face so Mitch and Jared could easily admire her technique.  In and
out, tongue swirling, kisses to his crown, Monica loved putting on a show.
Especially with her mother right here and totally lost to what was going
on.

   Heated by her appetite Monica withdraws long enough to quietly sit up
straight long enough to examine her mother's slumber.  Convinced she was
out cold, a whipped tongue at her Father she swiftly removed her camisole.
Showing the guys her bare breasts while teasing a fingernail around an
areolas she expresses a glare of look at me.  A dramatic shuffle of her
breast with a squeezing grip she teased them, until deciding to toss her
shirt at them.  Catching it Mitch immediately placed it up to his nose
inhaling her scent, Jared leaning over shared the material as if jealous.
She followed it up with a lizard like flick of her tongue to inspire their
lust.  Crawling cautiously from her seat and down to her knees in front of
Aaron, Monica leaned over his lap to compress her breasts around his cock
for a stimulating titty fuck.  The clients easing forward sought out the
visual as best they could, Aaron grinning over at them as if Master of the
World.  They were eating this up.  Just what Aaron wanted to seal a deal.

   As Monica enjoyed the emerging crown with every downward lean she kissed
his urethra before departure, again upon return.  Aaron was so proud of his
baby girl.  Pausing in her compressing grasp just long enough to reach both
hands behind her Monica wiggled her hot pants off of her hips, lifting her
perfectly sculpted butt up until the material was down to her knees.  For
the most part Monica was naked.  Mitch and Jared drooling at the beauty of
her revealed body found her well toned shape sexy as hell, ass tight and
begging to be patted.  Nay...spanked.  Nay...wailed on!

   As she returned to sucking his dick Aaron boldly reached over to coax
his wife toward waking up.  Stirring slightly, she raises her face groggily
to let him kiss her, an index finger lifting her chin.  Charlotte Gift had
no clue of her daughter's deceit.  Mitch and Jared were biting their nails
at the possibility of their being caught.  This was just insane.  While
Monica was youthful and delicious, the men in truth found Charlotte just as
appealing.  Her being plastered and giddy to the touch only made the two
adventurous clients that much more intrigued as to how far this night might
go.  Aaron was a man of his word in telling them it would be a night to
remember.  Freaks loved one of their own.

   "I love you Charlotte." Aaron told his wife.

   "Love you more." She managed with genuine interest in his scrumptious
lips.  All while Monica ravaged his cock.  In her fever Monica reached down
to peel her hot pants over her uplifting knees and guiding them the rest of
the way off.  Once removed she tilts her mouth sideways over Aaron's cock
licking it from the side while preparing to hurl the shorts at Mitch and
Jared.  Catching them before Mitch did, Jared had first dibs on sniffing
the crotch, her sweet pussy forcing his eyeballs to roll white.  Mitch like
his ally found jealousy and almost looked as if he were going to kiss the
man in inhaling her shorts from the outside.  Sharing them with Jared in
almost a queer manner almost made Monica laugh.  Monica Gift was completely
nude and trembling with hormonal adrenalin.  Her Mother oblivious as she
made out with her father a mere three feet away.  So erotic.

   Fingers lightly snapping in front of Monica, Aaron points toward Mitch
and Jared.  Hesitating with his cock still in her mouth she notes him
repeatedly motion her toward them.  Carefully she kisses his beefy head
with respect then departed prowling away on hands and knees.  Her slow
seductive crawl sent her around the coffee table until kneeling between
their laps.  They were so busy hogging her clothing to their nostrils they
hadn't even noticed her unexpected arrival until feeling Monica's hands
roaming up their thighs to rub her palms along bulging erections.  Eyes
relocating to the touch the clothing lowered until she herself inhaled her
own scent, they holding her forsaken fabric right to her face.  Intoxicated
by her own pheromones she squeezed their concealed beasts.  A glance
between they and Aaron found the parents hot and heavy, the porno raging to
their right on the TV.  Putty in Monica's hands.

   With shimmering eyes she coaxes them to pull out their dicks.  Neither
man could resist.  All while watching Aaron kiss and cuddle with Charlotte.
Half asleep his Wife shared intimate moans still enjoying his attention. 
The sleeping pill doing its job well found her kisses waning the longer he
applied his love.  She was so lost in his kiss that her mind couldn't even
recall having guests.

   Dicks revealed Monica examined their length and girth with temptress
selection, her shifting gaze going from one penis to it's neighbor.  Unable
to decide which she wanted more she chose to just begin stroking them
vigorously.  Both men settling back to enjoy her hand friction divided her
clothing as if a security blanket each.  Monica never bothered to look
back, caught by her mother or not she was horny as hell right now.  Her
Father would protect her.

   After a few more tender strokes Monica selected Mitch's cock first, her
nasal exhaust offering a warm foreplay to his stimulation.  Once noting his
erection turn purple she couldn't resist any longer and slobbered all over
his knob in a vicious tongue bath.  Once wet with anticipation she followed
it up by deep throating him in a gurgle of righteous demand.  Not to leave
Jared out she just as swiftly jumped ship to treat him to the same, hands
stroking one while sucking the other.  Back and forth she kept both men
entranced and feeling good.  Faint moans through held breath were evident
on their part fearing Charlotte's notice.  It wasn't until hearing Monica's
audible increase, enticed by her emotions that they realized Charlotte was
no longer any threat.  Hell yeah!

   As Charlotte's kissing failed her Aaron eased out from under her and
assisted in laying her down facing the back of the sofa.  Covering her up
snug as a bug he stood tall and observed his wife's whimpering snore. 
Convinced he had no worries Aaron began disrobing right in front of Mitch
and Jared.  They were too into Monica to even care.

   Standing nude it became more noticeable to Mitch and Jared they amazed
by his boldness.  Coaxing Monica to crawl up on to the other sofa to sit
between Mitch and Jared, Aaron's hands gripped her hips as he positioned
her ass on the edge of the cushion.  Her hands returning to stroke Mitch
and Jared to make certain they weren't feeling abandoned she awaited her
Father's next move.  Eyes locked on her Father's she stuck her tongue out
at him just for her own amusement.

   Aaron gripping Monica's legs razzed her in reply as he hoists them back
over her upper body.  Placing one of her ankles in the grip of each man
they drew her legs wider.  With a smug look Aaron primed his cock up to his
Daughter's soaked pussy and rolled his beefy crown along her labia to
absorb her reaction.  Nasal whimpers let him know she wanted what he was
ready to offer.

   "Still love your Daddy?" He whispers.  Penetration slow and methodical
brought out an emotional gasp before she could even share an answer.

   "God yes." She trembles as he dips his head in and out of her without
fully going deep.  This was Aaron teasing her, in turn teasing his needy
clients.  Even as her hands gripped their cocks tightly, Mitch and Jared
thought alike and leaned over to begin sucking her toes.  Recalling Knave
sucking her toes she rather enjoyed the experience.  Two mouths for the
price of one.

   "Show these men just how much you love me." Aaron goaded her leaning
down into her to kiss her and palm the back of her neck.  Lips lingering
allowed her to accept his instruction.

   "Yes Daddy.  Can I love Mitch and Jared too?"

   Aaron smirks at the men, "Guess you two made an impression."

   "What about Charlotte?" Jared pausing in his toe delight frets, worried
of waking her.

   "She's out cold.  Time to get noisy."

   He rams his cock deep into Monica.  Time and time again as she whines
and mumbles her inner most thoughts, "That feels so good Daddy." Her hands
stroking Mitch and Jared with each thrust inside her, although awkward in
her contortion was met with ravenous tongues between her toes.  Moans
escalate.  Grunts prevail.  Aaron loving the gentle squirting of Monica's
enthusiasm around his girth with each plunge brought on praise in the form
of, "That's my girl." His daughter was trickling all over the couch
cushion.

   Gripping the men tighter as her body tensed up Monica released a
deafening squeal, mind reeling as a brewing orgasm stood ready to explode.
In her reddened features Jared couldn't hold out, even as he devoured toes.
He burst a froth of cum all over her knuckles, his snarl giving way to a
very verbal, "SON OF A BITCH."

   Mitch followed shortly after accidently peppering cum on Aaron's forearm
and Monica's thigh.  Neither stressed over his detonation.  Aaron held out
over his own sound effects as Monica cried out enough for him, "I'M
CUMMMMMMING DADDY." Her revelation so loud it made Mitch and Jared jump and
shoot glances toward the other sofa.  Charlotte in her passed out state had
rolled over facing them, her brain functions fortunately lost to the drug
and booze.

   Aaron tilting his sweaty gaze also eyed his wife examining her
composure. Nothing!  In a bold move he plucked Monica from the sofa and
carried her to the coffee table, her head dangling between the tables edge
and her Mother.  His fucking resumed until Monica convulsed squealing in a
lower octave being so close to Charlotte's ears, "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaddy!" Cum
she did!

   Blown away Mitch and Jared zipped up and watched the show.  As Monica's
body quaked Aaron chose to take it further, too stimulated by the risk to
pass up anything.  Pulling out of her Aaron drug her around by her hair
until they both stood between the table and Charlotte.  Behind Monica he
encouraged her over her Mother's torso.  Eyes bulging Monica finds herself
lightly brushing against her Mom, her hands on the couch back to hold her
weight.  Nudging the table back Aaron fucked Monica juicy cunt from behind.
Monica was in panic mode.  This was far too close.  Way too risky!  Still,
she would not deny her Father.

   Moaning continued, Aaron gripping the back of his daughters neck.  Hand
slapping her hip rather than her unavailable ass, gentle body weight
clashing between Daughter and Mom.  Enough to make Charlotte groan in her
stupor.

   Aaron fucks his daughter harder and harder until she gasps and cries
out, "Daddy!"

   "WHO?" He bellows.

   "DADDY."

   "I SAID WHO?"

   "MMMMASSSTER!" She squirts a massive torrential rain all around his
beast.  His balls dripping in its downpour.  Mitch and Jared discovered
themselves staring in disbelief.  This was insane.  His Daughter calling
him Master was making both men hard all over again.  Monica knew then and
there her desires to manipulate Principal Janson...Knave, as his Mistress
Owner was not the life she truly wanted.  She much preferred being on the
receiving end over any leadership role.  Fun while it lasted, she knew
Lloyd would be disappointed in her.  Maybe awhile longer!  Not forever!

   "That's my slut."

   Aaron pulled out of Monica's gaping cunt and instead of splattering his
daughter's sweet little ass, he sidesteps to her right to lean over his
Wife's face.  Fist pumping his cock viciously he fires a massive load all
over Charlotte's cheeks, brow, nose, and upper lip.

   Mumbling without any comprehension of what just happened Charlotte Gift
spoke, "Love you more."

   "That's my other slut." Aaron chuckled, leering over at Mitch and Jared.

   "That was crazy." Jared stood up.

   "Grossed out?" Aaron smirked.

   "Hardly." Mitch followed in standing.

   "Good.  I'm going to take my Daughter to bed and fuck her some more. 
You two can let yourselves out, after you jerk off over my Wife's face. 
We'll discuss business in my office tomorrow." He pulls Monica up to his
chest and turns her toward the two men.  "Say goodnight."

   "It was nice meeting you." Monica smiles.

   Both smiled back as she was led away toward her Parent's bedroom, door
left wide open.  With a second to be alone in the living room both men
agreed this chance would never happen again.  Risking it they both dropped
their pants to awkwardly share in hovering over Charlotte's face.  With a
loud snore her mouth drooped wide.  Opportunity stolen they both took an
even bigger risk by installing their cocks in her opened jaw, her tongue
held down upon insertion.  She had no clue.  Mitch pumping his fist hard
dramatically cums in her mouth then pulls away letting his business partner
dip within her stew, although brief.  Jared fearing her sudden revival only
came on her lips.  Zipping up in a hurry they stood vigil and watched their
jizz drool over over her sofa and blanket.  In her current state of
incoherence they could have probably fingered her but chose to not push any
sexual assault charges.  Fist bumps of victory sufficient enough they let
themselves out.

   In the bedroom Aaron took his daughter on an incredible journey.  Two
more maddening orgasms, screaming orgasms at that.  Dad was getting rougher
and rougher.  Hand choking her throat he holds her close to him as they lay
on their side.

   "Pissed at me for letting them do that to your Mom?"

   Monica inhales as best as she could beneath his stranglehold.  With a
whisper she replied, "I love you Master.  I have no say." Weird that in
saying this she envisioned Ryan Quinones.  Where was he?  His avoiding her
hurt.

   "You did good.  I need their contracts.  Safe to say I got them."

   "I'm glad I could help."

   He releases her throat and kisses her neck.  Warm and tender.  With a
sigh he makes a decision, "Let's bring your Mother in here and have some
more fun."

   Monica bulges her eyes then rolls to face her Father, "What?"

   Rolling out of bed Aaron took slow steps into the living room expecting
the unexpected.  Seeing Charlotte's face and frothing lips he gnashed his
teeth.  Using the blanket to wipe her dry he pulls her free of it and
admires her own drunken beauty.  For an ever so brief moment he found
regret.  It faded just as fast!  Cradling her in his arms he lifts her
aloft and romantically carries her across the threshold, Bringing her into
the bedroom he softly lay her next to Monica.  Shivering at being nude next
to her mother Monica faintly covers herself with her arms.

   "None of that."

   Carefully Aaron strips Charlotte from her dress and underwear.  Resting
her comfortably on her back.  Monica felt really awkward.  Getting up Aaron
lights a pair of candles on Charlotte's dresser for ambiance.  He then
crawled back over Monica, nudging her to fall back as he penetrates her
pussy once again.

   "Let's make love.  All of us."

   Monica whimpered as her Dad began thrusting.  Kissing her all over. 
That led to Monica kissing him all over.  After five minutes of passion
Aaron pulls away from Monica and crawls to her right.  Mounting his wife he
easily slid his slippery beast into her dry pussy.  He managed well by
using Monica's wetness as lube.  Doing his best to semi wake his wife by
patting her cum dried cheek, his love making made her stir.  Tender
gyrations.  Warm defiant kisses to her cum dried lips brought on sensation.
Charlotte felt something nice.  Her hands attempting to caress her Husband.

   After long feverish moments Aaron peels away from Charlotte and returns
to Monica.  Monica was horrified.  This was so wrong.  Still, her Father's
passion stole her thoughts.  Her legs entwining her Father's hips.

   "Feel the passion?"

   "Yes Daddy." She whispers.  Yes and no!

   "I love your Mother.  I love my Daughter."

   Tears well up at her Father's tender balance, each penetration long and
sturdy.  Each retreat lingering and missed.  Monica devoured her Father's
mouth.  In their sweet gyrations Charlotte mumbles incoherently, "Aaron?"

   "I'm here Sweetheart.  You sleep."

   Charlotte could barely move yet managed to roll over facing them.  Her
right arm attempting to drape over her Husband.  He moved slightly to
accept it.  His hips beneath her hand.  Still he tenderly thrust inside
Monica.  Her own legs forced to abandon his hip in favor of her Mother's
contact.

   "Be right back."

   Rolling over he returns Charlotte to her back and resumes making love to
his Wife.  Her hands around his neck.  Monica freezing to avoid detection.

   "Ohhh, Aaron." Charlotte spoke through parched lips, cum taste hardly
detected.  No other thought finding a foundation to stand on as reality.

   As his Wife moaned Aaron reached out and grabbed Monica by the wrist,
pulling her closer.  Carefully she lays on her side and caresses his spine.
Her left breast touching his rib cage.  Her right breast barely caressing
her Mom's own ribs.  Tedious moments expire as Aaron kisses his wife with
passion.

   Easing away Charlotte finds her body going limp.  Crawling back toward
Monica he moves between them and lays on his back.  Both arms find his
girls and draw them in together.  One under each armpit, Charlotte snoring
slightly, his profile moving from one set of lips to the other.  Charlotte
receptive in a numb yet agreeable reaction.  Monica joyous in her Father's
passionate breathtaking kisses.

   Even in her stupor Charlotte manages to supplant a hand on Aaron's
chest, Monica just below her mother's caressing his abdomen, his erection
was mighty.  He had his girls right where he wanted them.  His next to
perfect threesome.  Keeping it in the family.

   Monica relocates her hand to her Father's cock stroking it softly, while
Aaron dares to guide Charlotte's fingers to his balls.  He could feel her
try an squeeze them but timidly lost interest until he kissed her again. 
Then, her grip increased.

   Aroused by the impossible Monica kisses her Father's chest.  Leading her
to ease away in her journey South.  Pecking her lips along the way until
she nestled in his pubes to find his cock.  Mouth wide she engulfs him as
her Mom plays with his balls.  He held her hair back to avoid it falling on
Charlotte's knuckles.

   Aaron Gift felt like a true Master.

   Having let Charlotte's hand frolic on his balls he hadn't expected her
motor functions to climb higher on their own.  In a strange turn of events
Charlotte's hand reached higher for Aaron's cock, instead finding Monica's
face.  Monica froze in reaction darting her eyes up toward her Dad.  He
found it amusing.

   Easing away Monica let her Mom touch his dick.  Her fumbling grip trying
to stroke him off.  Monica bit her lip and moved in to join her Mother's
hand, both women jerking him off tenderly.  Breathing heavily on his torso,
Monica watched their hands join in probing up and down.  She wondered just
how much further this could go.  Her Mother was obviously regaining some
cognizance.  If she woke up too much she would be busted.  Destroying their
family was never Monica's wish.  Yet, she simply couldn't deny her Father.
Master?  Maybe she was more interested in this lifestyle than she thought.

   Aaron relished in this adventure.  He intended it to go further still.
He knew Charlotte had enough sleeping pill in her system to not snap out of
this funk for at least another hour.  That meant pushing the boundaries.

   Drawing Charlotte's hand away from his cock Aaron began scooting up to
sit near the pillows behind him.  Rolling Charlotte's face over toward his
cock he held her there and worked his dick into her mouth.  Motioning
Monica down to lick his balls, she complied and felt her Mother's breath on
her forehead.  Aaron applied pressure on top of Charlotte's head to force
her mouth up and down.  In her controlled session Charlotte moaned and
actually found herself capable of thin seconds of sucking on her own. 
Monica could hear her Mother's brewing interest in her newfound mission.

   "Higher." Aaron whispered to Monica.  His Daughter moving her tongue up
his balls to the lower portion of his cock that her Mom couldn't reach. 
The two shared in his cock.  Monica got into it.  As strange as it was, she
even moved her lips higher until barely touching her Mom's pucker.  Aaron
was impressed.

   Pulling Charlotte away from his cock by her hair allowed Monica her
moment to shine.  Devouring Daddy for harder more potent thrusts, using
Charlotte to hover a mere inch from kissing her daughter's cheek.  Both
hands gripping their scalps Aaron drug Monica off in a tug then replaced
her again with Charlotte.  Back and forth he swapped their attentions.

   "So beautiful." He grunts.

   Drool dripping from Charlotte's parted lips as he tugs her away, he
hesitated on allowing Monica her next rotation, her eyes rolling back as
she moans.  Having enough he draws his wife away and lays her back, she
collapsing to merely slumber.  Aaron scooted over just enough to coax
Monica up into his lap.  Carefully straddling him she held the rails of the
headboard.  His dick smothering up within her scalding hot pussy lips sent
her reason out the window, gyrating on him vigorously as they share a kiss.
His hands racing up and down her spine as he hunkered down to enjoy her
ride.  The greed in Monica brought on a ferocious demand that he cum inside
her, her hips slamming down and rising high.  Again!  Again!  Again!

   During their ride Charlotte stirred from lack of attention, her arm
flailing upward landed on her Daughter's leg.  Feeling it Monica locked up
in her stride.  Aaron wouldn't have it.

   "Keep riding."

   Teeth gnashed Monica complies.  She could feel her G-spot speaking. 
This led her to moan, louder and louder, until her frenzy made her rage
against the cage.  Her grip on the headboard tight and violent rattling
thrusts meant verbal collisions.

   "DAAAAADDDDDDDYYYYY!"

   "Fuck!" He adds.  In seconds both cum together as one.  He pulls her
close crushing her breasts against his face to feed on her sensitivity,
bodies quaking violently.

   Beside them Charlotte stirred from all the racket and bouncing about. 
So much so that she began to utter, "Aaron?"

   Monica is thrown off to his blind side, he turning sideways to block his
Daughter as she hits the floor in a thud.  Stunned Monica crawls on her
hands and knees and out of the bedroom.  Safe and sound.

   "What is going on?" Charlotte strains to see in the light of the
candles.

   "You don't remember?"

   "Remember what?"

   "We just made love.  You passed out I think.  Too much Wine."

   She could feel that she had been fucked, fingers caressing her labia. 
Her thighs announced their tenderness.  Confused she reaches for her
Husband.  The taste of wine and cum in her mouth made for a very ugly
expression.

   "Go to sleep.  We can try this again when we're sober." He kisses her
forehead.  Leaving the bed she hoarsely coughs as he stands at the foot.

   "Where are you going?"

   "It's 3 A.M.  Monica's fast asleep.  I'm going to grab a drink of
water."

   "Okay!  Hurry back."

   Nodding he leaves the bedroom and finds Monica waiting just outside,
grinning from ear to ear as she palms her rapid heartbeat.  Sharing in her
smile Aaron yanked her to him for another consuming kiss.  Passion
refueled!

   Charlotte faces her dresser and notes something in the mirror.  Laying
there without expression she witnesses the unthinkable.  Father and
Daughter nude in each others arms.  Shivering Charlotte crawls from bed and
fumbles her way until standing in the door watching them.  Absorbing the
passion they shared left her stunned.  Passion that she herself felt coming
from her husband of twenty years.  Her suspicions ringing true it makes her
stand idle and come to a realization.  One that surprised even her.

   "Come back to bed."

   Aaron and Monica abruptly halt and separate.  Busted without denial.

   "Charlotte." He stammers.

   "I said come back to bed."

   He swallows dryly and motions Monica to go to her room.  Covering her
body Monica starts around her Father.  Before Monica could evade the
situation she hears her Mother clear her throat.  Freezing in step Monica
chances eye contact.  Her Mother without expression yet hardly angry.

   "I said come back to bed.  Both of you."

   Charlotte then turns away.  As both follow her Charlotte sprawls out on
her side of the bed.  Patting the center Aaron crawls in next to her as she
eases closer to cuddle up under his arm.  Eying Monica who began crying,
nerves shot under the circumstances, her Mother sighs.

   "Other side."

   After a moment to catch her breath before easing in Monica timidly
cuddles under her Father's opposite arm once more.

   After a long silence Charlotte pats Aaron on the stomach lovingly.

   "Where were we?"

   The night was meant to reflect.  Acceptance forthcoming.

   Both women fell asleep in his arms.

   Aaron could only stare at the waning candles.

   Someone had to stay awake to keep the home fires burning.