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Oh God (Mteen, mc, orgy)
by Phil Phantom (PP@PhilPhantom.Com)
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 They were at it again, all five - husband and four 
sons - at window stations, peeking through blinds, 
drooling over that sixteen-year-old prick-tease, Pam 
Decker. Dorothy took a peek. This time Pam was out 
front washing her Mustang in short-shorts and wet crop 
top, barefoot. This was pure torture. That girl needed 
to be taken down, but Dorothy knew that none of her mob 
stood the slightest chance, not without a weapon, 
cuffs, blind fold, duct tape, and rope. Even then, it 
would take all of them and they had best dispose of the 
body, for if they were ever caught, the judge would put 
them all under a jail for harming one hair on such a 
lovely creature.

 She was a lovely girl. Dorothy had to admit that. Pam 
had it all in absolute perfection - blonde, built, 
cute, and very sexy. She even had a beautiful face and 
personality. She was a prick tease without meaning to 
be, probably virgin because she meant to be, playing 
the field because that was wise, and enjoying life 
because she had it made. Her parents pampered her and 
everyone loved her, but she lived across the street 
from jerks, morons, and a would-be child molester. 
Other than that, Pam had it made.

 After the show, Dorothy called her guys to a family 
meeting. She had them all take seats on the couch. Red, 
her husband but still considered one of "the boys", sat 
in the middle with the twins, Frank and John, on his 
right, Greg and Joe on his left. The twins were Pam's 
age but one grade behind - freshmen. Greg was two years 
older and out of school from having dropped out. Joe 
was two years younger than Pam and set back a grade, so 
he was still in the seventh grade. They weren't much to 
look at, but they all had one fine feature that Pam 
probably didn't know about or appreciate. They all, 
even Joe, had exceptional dicks - larger than average 
and beautifully formed with big balls.

 Red had the whopper, a full ten-incher in bright pink. 
Next came Greg with a nine-incher that was just as 
thick as Red's, roughly the thickness of a large carrot 
at the base, but in chocolate brown. The twins and Joe 
all came in at eight or better, thicker than a plump 
frankfurter, with Joe sporting one of those strung-bow 
dicks. The twins had the largest dick-heads, like 
firemen's hats. Rated on a scale from one to ten, there 
wasn't a dick that would rate below a nine, and three 
out of five that would rate a ten by any girl's 
standard, and which three would depend on personal 
taste. If Pam was at all interested in dicks, a bonanza 
lived right across the street from her. The thought 
occurred to Dorothy - what heterosexual sixteen-year-
old girl wasn't interested in dicks.

 Dorothy looked over her guys, waited for them to get 
settled and quiet, then said, "How would you all like 
to knock Pam up and then have her serve you all as a 
willing whore?"

 They looked to each other and then back to Dorothy as 
though she had asked a dumb but amusing question. They 
all nodded. She went on, "I know a way, but I will need 
your full cooperation. You would all have to follow my 
advice and orders to the letter and not do anything on 
your own. I lead, you follow. You back up everything I 
tell her, and never do or say anything that contradicts 
what I tell her. If you all do that, I believe I can 
get her on your dicks at a very bad time of the month, 
but if one of you goes off on your own, doing your own 
thing, you'll blow it for everyone."

 Red said, "How you gonna do that, Dorothy? She won't 
even look at us, much less talk to us. She damn sure 
won't let any of us screw her."

 "I had a friend just like Pam. I know that girl. I 
know her defenses and I know her weaknesses. Darla kept 
getting pregnant, too. I know how. I know why. Pam is 
no different. They are like peas in a pod, and once 
they get a dick in them, they don't want off till the 
dick gets off, and then they go, 'Oh shit.' Mark my 
words, Pam will go oh shit five times in a row, several 
times a day, all through her fertile cycle, and she 
will end up pregnant. Only then will she think about 
what to do, go to her best friend, and say, 'What are 
we going to do?'"

 Greg said, "What did you and Darla do?"

 "She had six secret abortions in three years; mostly, 
we raised money. She used to make me so fucking angry, 
but I finally came to realize that she had no control 
if a guy did it right. A guy did it right to me and 
that's why you're here, Greg. That's why your dick is 
brown and the others are pink. I hope this isn't coming 
as a shock to you, but you are not sitting next to your 
biological father. Your daddy was one smooth nigger, 
because he talked me into letting him incubate his 
bastard in my womb."

 This was not news to anyone. Greg looked like his 
daddy had been one smooth nigger. Joe looked like his 
daddy had been a white, traveling-salesman, bow hunter. 
The twins looked like Red except for the hair. They got 
their dark hair from their mother, otherwise they would 
look like typical freckle-faced, green-eyed, elephant-
eared, carrot tops. The Bagwell Boys were a motley crew 
of mother fuckers and nothing to bring home to Mom and 
Dad because a girl can't show Mom and Dad the dick and 
say, "Mom, Dad, look what I get to marry - a dick and 
balls that will come when you call, and cum like a 
busted fire hose."

 Dorothy had the guys intrigued. She had their full 
attention. All were in agreement - what they each tried 
individually fell totally flat, why not give Dorothy's 
plan a shot? They had nothing to lose. The odds of 
scoring with Pam were remote and none, and were only 
remote in the case of a rape going well. The odds were 
very remote as the Bagwell Boys were not the brightest 
bulbs on the tree. Between them, they could out-shine a 
dying firefly. To rape Pam and pull it off would take 
criminal genius, careful planning, and flawless 
execution. Dorothy could pull it off, but Dorothy had 
no desire to rape anyone. She did have the desire to 
get those boys laid and teach Pam a lesson at the same 
time.

 Dorothy's planning actually began months before 
revealing the plan, and much of the groundwork had 
already been laid. Seeing the car washing exhibition 
made Dorothy decide to go ahead with the plan. Pam knew 
she had the Bagwell Boys at the windows, and she 
tortured them. That would never do. In Dorothy's mind, 
it was Pam who threw down the gauntlet. Whatever 
happened, Pam brought it on. Whether she carried a 
bastard child to term would be her mother's decision. 
Unlike Darla, Pam could and would go to her mother, 
also Pam's best friend.

 The trouble was, Jenny Decker was a staunch right-to-
lifer, who when posed with the hypothetical, "If you 
daughter were raped and impregnated by a black man, 
would you force her to carry the bastard to term?" The 
answer was, yes. They wouldn't keep it, but they 
wouldn't kill it. Pam wasn't asked. Pam wasn't present. 
Jenny spoke for Pam. Dorothy could not help but wonder 
what Jenny would say if the situation were not 
hypothetical. Was Jenny hypocritical? If so, could she 
also be unfaithful, get herself knocked up, and abort 
the little bastard. Interesting possibility. Dorothy 
was happy that Pam threw down the gauntlet and threw 
for her mom.
The contest was on.

 The Bagwell Boys proved good students. They studied 
their roles and rehearsed their parts without 
questioning the rhyme or reason. Dorothy seemed to know 
what she was talking about. She, at least, had 
confidence of success - success being defined as 
getting Pam naked and willing to get fucked. Willing to 
get knocked up seemed like pie in the sky to the 
Bagwell Boys, but that was success as defined by 
Dorothy. They were willing to humor her if that was 
what it took to get her working toward that goal. 
Better to aim high and fall short than aim low and get 
a direct hit.

 The Bagwell Boys all aimed low. Red would have been 
satisfied with a good long look at Pam's bare ass. Greg 
wanted to see her in bra and panties, in poses or doing 
modeling walks like on a runway. The twins had to see 
her naked tits - Frank had dibs on the left tit, John 
had dibs on the right. They wanted to suck on their own 
tit at the same time they way they still did on the 
mother. Joe would kill to sniff her pussy directly 
instead of her bicycle seat, which he hadn't been able 
to do since she got the Mustang. To Dorothy, their 
goals were laughable and pathetic, easily accomplished 
at the first encounter, and if she failed, she swore 
she'd concede defeat. Her confidence impressed the 
boys.

 Dorothy chose the following Saturday to launch the 
campaign. She had the boys at the ready and waited by a 
window for Pam to emerge. The Mustang look clean and 
ready to go cruising. If Pam emerged before noon, odds 
were she'd have no place special to go and just wanted 
to find something to do. At ten fifteen, Pam emerged, 
dressed in typical school clothes - skirt and blouse, 
cruising clothes, no-place-special clothes, just 
something she threw on. Dorothy stepped out and called 
Pam over just as Pam was unlocking the door to her car.

 Pam didn't want to come anywhere near the Bagwell den, 
but mother Bagwell was now a friend of her mother's, an 
odd couple but her mother enjoyed Dorothy's company. 
Their views were diametric opposites, but Dorothy was 
an articulate proponent of her views, interesting to 
talk to, and never got steamed or excited. Two women 
with opposing view points on very explosive subjects 
could talk like rational human beings. Jenny liked that 
very much, so Pam had to accept that Dorothy could ask 
her over and expect her to come. Still, she wasn't 
happy, and even less happy about Dorothy insisting she 
actually enter the den.

 Pam stepped in reluctantly, then did an about face 
upon seeing all five Bagwell perverts sitting on the 
couch. But Dorothy had closed the door behind her, so 
Pam faced a closed door with Dorothy's hand on the 
knob, Dorothy saying, "Pam, please hear me out. I know 
you hate them and I now know why you hate them. You 
have every reason to hate them, but I want you to know, 
you hate the Pam Decker fan club."

 Pam put her hand on the knob over Dorothy's hand, 
saying, "I am disbanding the club. May I please go, 
now."

 "Pam, please. [taking her hand off the knob, leaving 
Pam's] Of course you may go. I'm only asking that you 
hear me out before you go."

 Pam thought, then folded her arms and faced Dorothy as 
the two stood in profile to the fan club. Pam said, 
"All right. I'll hear what you have to say, but I don't 
want a fan club, certainly not one made of perverts, 
peeping Toms, grabbers, mashers, liars, and bicycle 
seat thieves."

 "I know you speak the truth. They have all confessed 
their misdeeds. Even my husband confessed to offering 
you money on several occasions. To your credit, each 
and every time he did, you told him exactly where he 
could stick his money. For as little as he was asking, 
and for as much as he offered, I think most girls would 
have given those offers serious consideration."

 Pam appeared surprised that he would have confessed 
those offers. In truth, they were tempting, and now 
that she had a car that always needed gas on a tight 
budget, very tempting. All he wanted to do was look at 
her bare ass for a set amount of time at an agreed-to 
fee. In truth, Pam never did tell him where to stick 
his money. She either said, no, or I'll think about it. 
She was glad Dorothy was under the impression that 
she'd told him where to stick it. Dorothy's version 
could easily get back to her mother, so Pam said, "I am 
not a whore and I do not appreciate being treated like 
a whore. I have never given anyone any reason to think 
I might be a whore at any price."

 "I think they finally understand that."

 One part of Pam went, "Damn!" while another went, 
"Good, I'll find another way to get gas."

 What she said was, "May I go, now?"

 "Not yet. I haven't told you what it is I need to tell 
you."

 "Could you do it fast, or outside, because I don't 
like being here in the same room with them."

 "I can well understand, but you need to see how they 
have changed."

 "Yeah, right. Is that what they told you, that they 
changed?"

 "I know they have, because I finally convinced them 
that there was no way any of them could ever score with 
a doll like you, that you are so far above their 
league, you may as well be a Christi Brinkley, a 
Penthouse Playmate, or a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, 
that trying to score with you in their clumsy, inept 
ways only drove you further away, that what they should 
have done was take the opposite approach and tried to 
win favor by sucking up to you and doing nice things 
for you. That still won't get them laid, but might get 
them peeks at those things that fascinate them so. I 
explained to them that girls do take pity on fawning 
admirers and will give a good one a peek, sometimes a 
feel, and on rare occasions, grant a wish. I know my 
boys, Pam, and they all want to try this new approach. 
I assure you, they have changed. Like it or not, you do 
have a devoted fan club that will let you walk on them 
in high heels just to get a peek up your skirt."

 This speech had Pam blushing from embarrassment and 
excitement, partly because Dorothy's husband was 
included in the fan club and Dorothy didn't seem to 
mind, like there wasn't much she could do about it. Pam 
looked over her fans, then back to Dorothy to say, "Why 
are they sitting like that and why do they have that 
blanket over their laps?"

 "I made them take their genitals out and sit on their 
hands as a way of atoning for all the liberties they 
stole from you and insults they heaped on you. You are 
free to pull that blanket off and do whatever you feel 
like doing to them, even if it hurts, whatever it takes 
for you to feel even, and if they resist in any way, 
pull their hands out or beg for mercy, you get to kick 
them right in the balls while the others hold him. All 
agreed to give you this and not be babies about it. 
They know they deserve the worst and they are terrified 
as you can see."

 This was most intriguing to the girl. Indeed, they did 
look nervous, but they also had erections under that 
blanket. This was so bizarre, and so tempting. They all 
looked so big, even Joe. Having never seen a fully 
erect adult-size penis, the desire to at least look had 
great appeal, so when Dorothy took her by the hand and 
led her to her fans, Pam allowed herself to be taken 
and led, then stood and watched as Dorothy yanked away 
the blanket, revealing five fully erect adult-size 
cocks, a sight so stunning that Pam couldn't help but 
suck in a gasp, like a kick in the gut, or a slap in 
the puss with a stiff dick.

 They didn't just have their genitals out, they were 
all naked from the waist down except for socks. They 
also had their legs apart as much as room allowed, 
either showing off or making their balls vulnerable. 
Pam was as fascinated by balls as by dicks, and she 
never imagined balls like the Bagwell balls. Pam often 
fantasized having a man by the balls, even her father. 
She liked to imagine holding his balls while he fucked 
her mother, actually being a part of the sex life by 
not only doing that but by handling foreplay for both 
along with clean-up. All they had to do was the actual 
fucking, and for this nasty chore she was paid a 
handsome allowance.

 Pam allowed herself to be led down the line, stopping 
at each for Dorothy to offer comments that suggested 
she had an intimate knowledge of each. They started 
with the twins and ended with Joe. By the time they got 
to Joe's strung bow, Pam knew the boys were mother 
fuckers and the husband was pussy whipped. Gone were 
terms like penis and testicles, screwing and 
masturbating. In their place were cocks and balls that 
fucked and jacked off.

 Pam couldn't take much more without dropping to he 
knees and sucking one, so she took her hand back and 
made for the door, saying, "I have to go, now."

 With her hand on the door, Dorothy stopped her by 
calling out, "Pam, please don't go and leave them like 
this. Nothing has been resolved. They haven't atoned 
for a thing."

 Pam said without looking over, "This is nasty and I 
don't want to do this. I don't want to touch any of 
them; I just want to go."

 "Pam, please try to put yourself in my place. Imagine 
yourself as a mother of four boys and a husband with a 
thing for young chicks. Imagine that you live right 
across the street from their dream girl, that you see 
them being tortured and tormented on a daily basis. You 
see their suffering and you do what you can to relieve 
as much as you can, but no matter what you do, it's 
only a band aid solution. Wouldn't you at least try to 
help them get something off the girl, when you can see 
they are going about it all wrong and you know how to 
do it right? Is it so wrong for a mother and wife to 
want that for her loved ones?"

 Pam slowly turned her head to look at Dorothy, then 
said, "No, not really."

 "Pam, I know you are no prude, and I know you're not 
shy. I know you're not a cruel person. I believe in my 
heart that if you knew beyond any shadow of doubt that 
nothing you do here would ever leave this house, you 
would end this feud, allow them to prove themselves, 
then reward them in some way. Before there is any 
rewarding, they must be made to atone for past wrongs, 
and they must demonstrate that they did change, that 
they are now ready to serve and worship and be 
satisfied with whatever they get, even if it's just a 
peek at panties or a sniff of your bicycle seat."

 With racing heart, Pam took her hand off the door, 
faced Dorothy and the fans, then said, "Well, if I was 
absolutely certain nothing would ever get out, you're 
right, I'm not a prude, shy, or cruel. If I were 
convinced they really were fans, I would do much more 
than just offer peeks at my panties or a seat to sniff. 
I probably wouldn't wear panties and I'd probably let 
them sniff the real thing...IF I thought they were 
being sincere and would be discrete about it."

 Dorothy came up and warmly took Pam by the hand again, 
saying while leading, "I personally guarantee their 
sincerity, and if you ever get wind of anything that 
got out, just tell me. They'll find out who leaked and 
they will plug that leak so that it never leaks again. 
[arriving at the couch] Sweetheart, if you'll let my 
boys sniff your pussy, I will get down on my hands and 
knees behind you and tongue your asshole for as long as 
you allow them to sniff your pussy."

 Pam stood before Frank on weak legs. That lurid offer 
and that vivid image caught Pam completely off guard. 
Pam could almost feel that long, feminine tongue go 
slithering up her colon, the soft face pressed against 
pliant ass cheeks, supple lips on a puckered sphincter 
- dizzying stuff to a girl who tried not to think 
vulgar thoughts like that, but foreplay often required 
vulgar service. She just never thought about receiving.

 Pam found herself standing between Frank's knees with 
wicked thoughts on her mind, with Dorothy urging her to 
kneel and do as she pleased with his genitals. Pam 
suddenly aware of why she was there, looked to Dorothy 
and said, "Oh, no, I couldn't."

 "Pam, if the situation were reversed and your mother 
had you sitting on your hands with your genitals 
exposed, offering these guys the opportunity to do as 
they pleased, do you think any of them would even 
hesitate to go all the way?"

 "Well, no, but my mother would never place me in that 
situation."

 "I think she would if she thought you were being a 
prick tease and making them suffer. Your mother has 
absolutely no sympathy for prick teases, and a daughter 
is no exception. She could watch you getting screwed by 
one after the other, with no protection, at the worst 
time of the month, and be satisfied that you were 
learning a valuable lesson. I could have gone that 
route but decided to go this route instead, because 
these guys deserve to be treated as abusive jerks more 
than you deserve to be treated like a prick tease. If 
you disagree, we'll do this the other way. I'll arrange 
things with your mother and we'll get this thing 
settled once and for all. It's your call, Pam."

 Pam's mind was a blur. She was thinking in a fog, but 
thinking that perhaps her mother would feel that way 
and might believe whatever Dorothy told her. The idea 
was exciting to contemplate, though like most 
fantasies, quite absurd. Pam acted as though the notion 
was not absurd at all, saying, "No, let's handle it 
this way. What do I have to do?"

 "That's up to you, Pam. Do whatever it takes to make 
you feel squared-up. They should be made to suffer, if 
not physically, then sexually. You need to teach these 
guys a lesson that being aggressive jerks doesn't pay. 
If it were me, I would tease each one mercilessly and 
make each one cum in his own face. I would give each 
the best head ever, then just at the point of release, 
I'd bite, or pull the dick out of my mouth and jack it 
off in his face. I'll tell you something else, I would 
get each one by the balls in my claws and at least make 
him sweat. You have lovely nails, Pam. They make 
excellent claws. Good claws make a powerful impression 
on balls. Start by getting Frank by the balls, then go 
from there. Go ahead, kneel down, get comfortable, and 
make him sweat. That's it, kneel down. There you 
go...Now give me your hand...good, now cup his 
balls...excellent, now let's see those claws."

 Pam couldn't believe she was on her knees between 
Frank's legs and had his balls in her right hand. His 
balls filled her right hand, and they were so soft and 
malleable. The urge to squeeze became overpowering. She 
made claws and did squeeze until she saw him wince and 
heard him groan. She made him wince and groan several 
more times before she took his dick in her left hand 
and began fondling a cock and balls. She never imagined 
anything like it - so soft, yet so hard, and hot. She 
thought they'd be cool. She knew that balls were in a 
sack on the outside of the body to keep them cool. On 
Frank, nature's plan wasn't working. Cock and balls 
were quite warm, hot and throbbing, weeping precum, 
getting her hand wet. At first, she thought he was 
leaking piss, but soon realized what she thought was 
thin watery piss was actually a thick, honey-like, 
super-slippery substance - stuff that could be useful 
in fucking a tight pussy.

 Pam played with Frank's cock and balls for several 
minutes until she felt comfortable enough to do as she 
pleased with it, and she pleased to taste it. She took 
the slippery head into her mouth and discovered the 
taste of what some called dick honey. His fireman's hat 
filled her mouth. She sucked and pumped, then got up 
over him to suck better and pump more effectively. She 
didn't look like she was trying to teach him a lesson. 
She looked like a hungry cock sucker who was sucking 
her first cock and couldn't wait to taste her first 
load of cum, knowing that she would love the stuff.

 Pam sucked Frank's cock like a sex-starved girl alone 
in a room with a cock. Frank might have lasted longer 
had she not sucked his dick that way, but seeing Pam 
Decker's gorgeous face full of his cock, doing her best 
to suck his balls up through it - well, the sight and 
sensations got the better of him. He blasted her mouth, 
making her eyes bug out in surprise at the force and 
quantity of his discharge, and that was just the 
initial blast. That was followed by ten good pumping 
squirts which she sucked and swallowed though he pumped 
cum into her mouth as though he had control and was 
using her mouth as a cum dump. With each jet, he would 
lift and tense. He fucked her mouth, but Pam didn't 
mind. She did like cum and liked having her mouth used 
as a cum dump. She eagerly joined in, using both hands 
on his cock. After the last jet, she still kept on 
sucking, using her hands to milk more sperm out until 
Dorothy tapped her and said, "You certainly taught him 
a lesson he'll never forget."

 Pam suddenly realized that she was not alone in a room 
with a cock. She blushed and sat back on her heels, 
releasing the spent member. She looked to Dorothy but 
didn't quite know what to say. Dorothy smiled, wiped a 
cum drool off Pam's chin, and said, "If that squares 
you with him, fine, but I want this hatchet buried. Are 
you and Frank friends, now?"

 Pam looked to smiling Frank, then to Dorothy and 
smiled. She nodded and said, "Sure, I guess. I don't 
really want to hurt anybody. I would just like us to be 
nice to one another. I'm willing to make the first 
overture."

 "Suit yourself, but this will be the only opportunity 
you get to vent your anger and frustration. If after 
this I see you teasing them, giving them dirty looks, 
or being unfriendly, we'll go about this another way. 
When you find yourself naked between me and your 
mother, and we each have a leg with the boys lined up 
to fuck you while you are ovulating, you might wish you 
had done this right in the first place."

 Pam was bright red, not from embarrassment, but from 
an aroused flush brought on by that image. Pam did not 
want to think that scenario was impossible, nor convey 
to Dorothy that she thought so. Just the opposite. She 
wanted Dorothy to think it was possible and likely 
otherwise she'd never try, and one never knows. Dorothy 
and her mother were pretty close. Maybe they were 
lovers. It could happen. Pam looked unsure as she said, 
"Maybe I can't vent this way, but I don't think I need 
to. I'm not like that."

 "Fine. Now move on to John. You gave Frank eight 
minutes. They will all want at least that if you plan 
to be nice to each one."

 Pam walked on her knees to a position between John's 
knees and immediately set about fondling his cock and 
balls. With him, she didn't wait so long to get started 
on the sucking. With John, she had to take breaks to 
lick his cock and balls, pacing the climax, but when 
Dorothy announced that he had less than one minute, Pam 
got serious and made him cum in fifteen seconds. Again, 
she swallowed the entire load and milked dick for the 
remainder of his time.

 She next moved between Red's legs to face mega dick. 
He was a double hand full and a mouth full. She loved 
licking his dick, licking, jacking, playing with his 
mighty sex organ, and when he had less than a minute, 
she had it stuffed in her mouth and was pumping hard. 
If she thought the twins were cum gushers, their dad 
was a busted fire hydrant. He choked her and made cum 
shoot out her nose, still, she stayed with it and 
swallowed all she could. Dorothy wiped her face and 
neck, then moved her along to Greg.

 By now, Pam was a seasoned cock sucker. She took to 
sucking Greg's dick right away. Greg received an eight-
minute blow job, and she didn't spill a drop. Joe got 
the best blow job because she got into head bobbing 
while sucking. Joe got to fuck her in the mouth. 
Actually, she fucked her mouth on his dick - same 
thing. When she sat back after sucking down Joe's load, 
she was full of semen, looking down a row of spent dick 
on grinning pricks and wondering how she got that way 
when all she wanted to do was cruise the mall and see 
who was out and about on a Saturday morning.

 This was all so very strange, surreal, bizarre, but 
Pam couldn't blame anyone. No one forced anything on 
her. The Bagwell Boys did seem to have undergone a 
change. They were still seated on their hands and still 
hadn't said a word, not one of them. Dorothy assisted 
Pam to her feet and checked her face and neck for cum. 
She found a little, wiped it off, then hugged Pam, 
saying, "I'm so proud of you, Pam. I didn't think you 
could suck off all five, but you did, and didn't spill 
that much cum. You are quite the little cock sucker. 
Your mother thought you would be, knowing how she feels 
about abortions, and knowing you'd never leave a guy 
with blue balls. She was right."

 Pam made a face that Dorothy couldn't see, a face that 
said, "What! Mom said I was quite the little cock 
sucker! You're shitting me! My mom thinks I suck off my 
dates? Do you actually think I suck dicks? Does Frank, 
John, Red, Greg, and Joe think I'm a cock sucker? Dumb 
question. Of course they do. Of course you do. Of 
course you'll tell Mom and confirm what she believes. 
She'll tell Dad and the next time we're alone he'll 
want his cock sucked. Why shouldn't he. He has a cock. 
I'm a cock sucker. Shit, I AM a cock sucker. I do suck 
cocks. I'm pretty good, too, suck and swallow. I, Pan 
Decker, am a fucking cock sucker...and, I am being 
praised for it by my neighbor, my Mom's best friend, 
and the wife of one of the cocks I sucked. Cool."

 When they parted and stood at arm's length, Pam wore a 
smile. Dorothy came in and kissed that smile. Pam 
didn't expect that, nor the tongue. Pam got the 
impression that Dorothy was bisexual. That was a long 
kiss that kept getting longer and more passionate right 
in front of the guys until the two were engaged in a 
standing lesbian love seen. That kiss gradually turned 
Pam into a bisexual before their very eyes. She liked 
French kissing with a woman a lot, liked being felt up, 
and loved having their pussies ground together. Pam 
didn't mind being stripped and didn't mind stripping 
Dorothy. They went to the floor naked and got nasty in 
reverse.

 When it was all over and they were both sweaty and 
slimy wet, they rolled apart and looked at the peanut 
gallery, still sitting on their hands, only with new 
erections. Pam boldly sat back and offered them a wide 
beaver as Dorothy toyed with it and said, "That's more 
like it, Pam. Don't be bashful around them. Show it 
all. Give them something to dream about."

 "I don't mind, but isn't this considered prick 
teasing?"

 "Not if you are willing to offer them relief."

 "What, by sucking them?"

 "Any way you like, but they can't do it for 
themselves. I told them to sit on their hands for as 
long as you're here. As you can see, they do mind. As 
you can also see, they are dependent on you showing 
mercy. You can tease them and make them suffer, or give 
them relief in any way you choose. As a sex symbol and 
object of worship, you always have that option whether 
they are sitting on their hands or not. In the future, 
they'll be allowed to take matters into their own hands 
to get the relief they need. This time, they must 
suffer or depend on your mercy."

 "I can do anything?"

 "Anything or nothing. If you'd like, you may get 
dressed and go."

 Pam mulled this information over while getting a 
finger slowly fucked in her pussy. Pam settled back 
onto her elbows and widened her spread so that all the 
guys could clearly see the finger working in her 
splayed pussy. This as not as big a deal as it would 
have been before the lesbian suckfest they put on, a 
very vulgar exhibition which featured Pam's private 
parts in every conceivable way. There were times Pam 
thought the sole purpose was to show her most intimate 
parts in every possible way. By contrast, this was 
nothing, just another nasty, uninhibited, slutty thing 
to do on a day that she felt slutty, wanted to be 
treated slutty, and wanted to be seen as slutty by 
males who worshipped uninhibited bisexual sluts.

 As she watched a single finger fucking become a double 
finger fucking, Pam said, "Can I fuck 'em if I want 
to?"

 "Sure, they'd love that, but don't you think that's 
being a bit too generous?"

 "I just wondered if I could."

 "I know you're not technically a virgin, but your 
mother is sure you have never been screwed. I think 
she's right. Are you virgin?"

 "I am in that I've never been screwed by a real dick, 
but not if dildos count. Mom keeps hers in her night 
stand. I figure if she doesn't want me to borrow them, 
she'd lock them away."

 "She knows you borrow them."

 "She does! She said that?"

 "Yes, she bought two just with your little pussy in 
mind - training dildos."

 "Wow, two are like training dildos. I can't believe 
she told you, or that she got them for me and never 
told me. Dorothy, are you and mom...you know, lovers."

 "No, Pam, just good friends who often discuss sexual 
matters. We're dancing around the idea of doing more 
than talking, but she's not ready to lie down just 
yet."

 "Figures. I think she will, though. I know she likes 
seeing me naked and my pussy seems to fascinate her. 
I've seen that look in the locker room at school. She'd 
like a lick. I sure wouldn't mind."

 "I'll pass that along. I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

 "Oh, no, Dorothy, don't do that."

 "Why. She has confessed the desire and she is aware 
that you know. She feels like a degenerate. I have been 
trying to help her get beyond that nonsense. She would 
be thrilled and relieved to know how you feel."

 "Honestly...she would?"

 "Honestly, you mother is dying to suck your cunt. The 
least you can do is let your own mother and father into 
your fan club."

 "My father!"

 "I thought that went without saying. You mother 
certainly thinks so. Weren't you aware?"

 "Yes, but I wasn't aware that she was aware."

 "They discuss his problem. He is trying hard not to 
fuck you, but you are making that very hard, no pun 
intended."

 Pam giggled and said, "I sure do. He gets hard 
easy....So, Dad has a problem, huh? Well, he just got a 
bigger one because I don't want to be any kind of 
virgin, and I don't have anything against incest, 
male/female or female/female, father/daughter or 
mother/daughter or mother/father/daughter. In my book, 
incest is best."

 "You talk like a slut."

 "I feel like a slut, and I'd like to fuck your 
husband."

 "Be my guest. You two will make a beautiful baby."

 "I should be safe. My period ended a few days ago. I 
guess I should pull off just to be extra safe."

 "You should, but you won't. If you can, you're a 
better slut than I am."

 "Why, is it hard to pull off?"

 "Damn near impossible. Once you start fucking, primal 
centers take over and you're mating. That's how nice 
girls get pregnant. Pulling off a dick that's getting 
ready to spit just isn't in our nature, and there is 
nothing like taking a dick raw and riding it through a 
climax, feeling it squirt sperm deep in your pussy."

 "Wow, that does sound good. That's one thing you don't 
get with a dildo. That's really neat, huh?"

 "It's the ultimate in fucking. It's what fucking is 
all about. Anything less, you're not really fucking, 
and the closer you get to the danger zone, the more 
exciting it is. If you allow a dick in while you're 
ovulating, there is no way that dick will come out 
unspent."

 "Like I say, I should be fairly safe. I'm willing to 
risk it. Are you sure you don't mind?"

 "Honey, he's all yours. They all are. Fuck 'em all. If 
you fuck one, you may as well, can't hurt."

 Dorothy helped Pam to her feet, then assisted in 
getting Pam straddled over Red's hips. Dorothy held the 
dick up as Pam eased down. Pam had a very wet and 
relaxed pussy between her legs, so Red's mega dick went 
in without too much difficulty, but the last half took 
some work. She eventually sat with her pussy lips 
mashed to his pubic mat to catch her breath and marvel 
at her accomplishment. Her mom didn't have a doldo this 
big, and Pam didn't think she had a pussy that big. Red 
made one in her that big.

 After a few minutes to marvel and adjust, Pam began 
fucking herself on the dick, going slow at first, 
taking short strokes at first, but soon taking long 
strokes in stride. Within ten minutes, she rode him 
like a pro and experienced what Dorothy talked about, 
the burning desire to make him cum in her pussy. When 
he did, she came with him. Her first fuck was 
fantastic, so fantastic that she wanted to fuck them 
all and did in a variety of ways. She was a limber 
bitch with a burning itch.

 Before leaving late that afternoon, Pam fucked them 
all twice and made lesbian love to Dorothy again. She 
left the Bagwell home one fucked-out teeny bopper. Her 
mother wondered where she had been since the car never 
left the driveway all day. When Pam told her she had 
been at the Bagwells all day, her mom put the odd walk 
and the disheveled look together with this shocking 
news and added it all up to a day-long gang bang at the 
Bagwells. Pam could see the awareness dawn, but her 
mother didn't pry. 

She did go into her bedroom and get on the phone:

 "Dorothy, what is going on?"

 "Going on?"

 "Don't act coy with me, Dorothy. Pam just came home 
from all day at your house and she reeks of a woman's 
scent. Furthermore, she looks like she has been ridden 
by five horny males all day. She can barely walk. I 
want an explanation and I want it, now."

 "Jenny, you said that when she is ready to be sexually 
active you would support that decision. Well, she's 
ready and she is bisexual. One more thing, Jenny, I do 
not reek. I am very clean and pride myself on vaginal 
hygiene. What you smell on your daughter is the natural 
female scent, musk if you will, but it does not reek, 
smell, or stink."

 This made the line go silent at the other end. Dorothy 
waited. Jenny finally, in a much more reserved tone, 
came on to say, "I see. I apologize. You're right, she 
did not reek, it's just that the scent of a woman was 
all over her and I am not used to that scent coming 
from my daughter."

 "Get used to it, because she loves to wallow in pussy. 
She loves fucking more, but pussy is a close second."

 "Oh god, is she having unprotected sex with all of 
those boys?"

 "Red, too, and yes. She loves taking a raw cock. She 
would never put a rubber on a dick and she can't wait 
to ride while ovulating. Face it, Jenny, she's as good 
as pregnant. Even if you put her on the pill, there's 
no time for it to take effect."

 "Dorothy, you are doing this on purpose."

 "Am I?"

 "You know very well you are."

 "Not to change the subject, but Pam is under the 
impression that you leave your dildos where she can get 
to them because you want to share, and you have two 
that she is sure you bought just for her, training 
dildos."

 "Oh god, no."

 "She thinks that is so cool."

 "She does?"

 "It is, or would be if it were true. I didn't burst 
her bubble, and you shouldn't either."

 "If she thinks it's cool, I won't."

 "She also thinks you are bisexual with a desire for 
her."

 "Where did she get that idea?"

 "From you. You shouldn't stare at a girl's pussy with 
desire in your eyes. She knows the look, but she thinks 
that is cool, too."

 "She does?"

 "Incest is cool - father/daughter mother/daughter 
father/mother/daughter - incest is best. Be warned. You 
and Matt have a sexual predator under your roof, and 
she is out to get you both."

 "You must have encouraged her."

 "I didn't discourage her. You know my feelings on 
incest."

 "I will not stand for her having sex with her father, 
Dorothy."

 "I notice you didn't say you would not stand for her 
having sex with her mother. You like that idea, don't 
you? She's very good, Jenny. She is also very tasty. 
That pussy tastes even better than it looks, and we 
know how good it looks, don't we? [there ensued a long 
pause] Don't be a hypocrite, Jenny. If you enjoy her, 
let Matt have some, too. Take her to bed with you. 
You'll thrill the piss out of her and make her biggest 
fantasy come true."

 "That's her biggest fantasy, to join us in bed for a 
threesome?"

 "Actually, she wants to serve you two as a fucking 
assistant, you know, handling the foreplay, guiding the 
cock in, holding her father's balls while he fucks you, 
then cleaning up all the mess. She used to imagine 
doing that with a warm wash cloth. She now sees herself 
using her tongue. Let her serve you and up her 
allowance. Make that an official chore. That is her 
biggest fantasy."

 "It it really, Dorothy? Don't lie to me. If Matt goes 
along and we do this and I find out you lied or even 
exaggerated, I will never speak with you again or allow 
Pam to cross the street."

 "You gotta let her cross the street or we can't knock 
her up, so I won't ever lie or exaggerate, and haven't. 
You will let her keep crossing the street, won't you?"

 "As long as you deal straight with me, yes, I will not 
interfere."

 "Good, now let's talk about you. I know you have never 
been unfaithful, but after fucking your daughter, Red 
couldn't help but wonder what you'd be like. He was 
very impressed. He was wondering if you'd consider 
being unfaithful long enough for him to try you out. I 
figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. Well, are you 
interested in ten inches of thick dick or is that too 
much for you?"

 "I uh...well, no, that wouldn't be too much."

 "Then I'll tell him you're interested in spreading 
your legs for him. You are interested, aren't you?"

 "Well, I...yes."

 "Good, we'll get you fucked and we'll let Pam assist."

 "Oh no!"

 "Relax, she also likes to assist with adultery."

 "Oh god."

 "I told you, there is no god. Do what feels good 
because this is all there is."

 "I hope you're right, because I am going to assume 
there is no god. If there is, I will never speak to you 
again, Dorothy."

 "Fair enough, now take your panties off and get your 
slut ass over here...and bring that slut daughter of 
yours."

 "Oh god!"

 The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before 
engaging in unsafe sex practices that involve any 
exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, 
tattoos, bestial sex, body waste ingestion, bindings, 
devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy and are 
offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what 
the risks and hazards are because they can all be 
deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors 
should be left to other minors.    PP
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