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Bizarre Bazaar
by Phil Phantom (phil_phantom@fastmail.fm)

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A bride, new to a small Texas community, makes a lot of 
money for the church in the kissing booth before 
becoming the preacher's whore. (MMF, bi, exh, mast)

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Bizarre Bazaar
By: Phil Phantom

Darla felt the manly hand running up and down her bare 
legs but wasn't alarmed as she staffed the church 
bazaar kissing booth all by herself. Darla knew whose 
hand that had to be - the same jerk who talked her into 
the kissing gig and into doing it with bare legs and no 
panties - a dare from a teasing husband who always said 
she was gutless, a wimp, a wuss, and a prude.

Darla took the dare and ended up having to kiss every 
shithead, creep, dirty-old-man, and horny brat in her 
husband's family church. She kissed them, their 
friends, neighbors, and coworkers, some wives on a lark 
or a dare, many of the youth in the youth group, 
passers-by, total strangers, and strange in-law 
relatives. The reason was simple. Darla was a drop-dead 
gorgeous walking wet dream, new in the community and 
new to the church, a newlywed, easily the gal every guy 
and some girls dreamed about fucking or having in a 
threesome. 

In a sleepy and simple town like Jackson Wells, Texas, 
Darla had everyone wide awake and wondering what she 
looked like naked. She was NFL-Cheerleader-quality 
pussy in a community of plain-janes, Tomboys, redneck 
redheads, trailer-trash blondes, and brunette cowgirls 
in pigtails. The chance to kiss a real blonde like the 
busty twenty-two-year-old Darla for a buck was sure to 
bring in a bundle if all she did was pucker-up and 
peck. 

Darla was a busty blonde who didn't look bimbo or dumb. 
She set the standard for the all-around ten - perfect 
pussy. If they could just get her out of her blouse and 
bra, the sky was the limit. First, they had to get her 
in the fucking booth. Her hubby boldly told them to 
leave that to him, but getting her boobs out was up to 
them. Even then, he offered tips. 

At a buck a kiss, after one hour, Darla brought in two-
hundred and twenty-two dollars. Darla earned every 
buck, but most wanted a good kiss. A good kiss lasted a 
full minute. Darla thought a good-enough kiss was five 
seconds. One of the youth with a marker pen altered the 
Kisses - $1 sign to read: Kisses - $1/minute. That 
amendment was Clifford's tip. His marker, too. Also his 
kid brother.

Hoping to end the prude label, Darla honored the 
amended sign, so she brought in $60/hour in the next 
hour. The bazaar began at eight in the morning, so that 
amendment stood to cost the church a bundle. The minute 
kisses were so popular that the price had to rise and 
did steadily from $2, to $3, then $4, and finally 
stabilized at $5 to help drive youth out of the line. 
From 10:30 on, Darla brought in $300/hour from a 
kissing booth the church traditionally earned $300 from 
in a twelve-hour Saturday Bazaar. At the rate she was 
going, Darla could out-sell the entire bazaar and still 
have a long line of customers to serve.

Darla's shift was due to end at noon, but the other 
women were not willing to honor the /minute amendment, 
and with good reason. One minute of real kissing was a 
sixty-second make-out. Customers were kissing with 
tongue and feeling Darla up for a few bucks. They were 
also telling her what they really wanted to do, 
offering propositions and trying to make dates. Some 
were getting very worked up and quite out-of-hand. This 
was a make-out booth, not a kissing booth, and a 
fucking kissing booth was no place for a lady. Darla 
should have worn panties, and she had a challenge 
keeping that fact a private fact. She wore a bra for 
all the good it did.

Darla was determined to end the prude label once and 
forever; though, after this gig, they might replace 
that label with one that was much worse, but Darla 
stopped caring after the kissing got serious with the 
pastor's support. Pastor John was the first of the 
minute kissers, and the first to make out with Cliff's 
gorgeous wife, the first to cop a feel of her hooters 
and squeeze her fine ass. He purchased a ten-minute 
block when her make-out kisses were still going for a 
buck. 

After the preacher man did that, Darla stopped caring. 
When the money poured in at the rate of five bucks per 
minute, she felt like a kissing whore. The blouse 
remained unbuttoned, the bra remained undone, and the 
double-D hooters were thrown in, thrust out, and became 
something else to kiss. The sign should have been 
further amended to read: Make-out with a big-city whore 
for $5/min with a one-minute max/customer, but there 
was no room to make further amendments. The best they 
could do was squeeze in "one-minute max/customer."   

Darla knew that hand had to belong to Cliff. He was to 
be there at noon to take her home, but there was no 
Cliff to be seen - unless Cliff had gotten under the 
cloth-draped table to get in one final insult to 
modesty, decency, and marital fidelity. He was closing 
in on the pussy, but when he got there, he wouldn't 
find a dry hole. The thighs weren't dry, either. Making 
out for hours on end took a toll. He sure as hell would 
not find a prude.

Many of those kisses were from damn good kissers, and 
kissing was a weakness Darla had, a weakness that 
typically got her laid, bringing about a policy of 
never kissing a date she wasn't willing to go all the 
way with. This gig was shear torture for a kissing fool 
with a thing for having her tits worshipped. Darla was 
not an NFL Cheerleader, but when Cliff met her, she was 
a star waitress at Hooters in Houston - next best 
thing.

Darla's twin beauties were a major hit and a big draw, 
a feature no Jackson Wells church bazaar ever featured, 
but they were features that won quick and easy 
acceptance. She wasn't topless but may as well have 
been. By noon, her proud hooters were out more than in 
and getting more lip service than her mouth. The youth 
were going in on a minute two and three at a time. 
Nursing two young men while kissing a third almost 
drove Darla to masturbation - almost. With three 
hundred onlookers looking on she couldn't pull that 
off, but she could grind her clit on the edge of the 
table. That did help, and she didn't care how that 
looked, at least she wasn't touching herself.

Cliff's hands were most welcome, but Darla would not 
give him the pleasure of reacting to those hands as the 
old Darla would have while on duty. The new Darla 
welcomed hands up her skirt, all over her legs, and 
eventually between her legs. They were very welcome 
there, and no one knew except she and Cliff, and he had 
to wonder if she knew or cared whose hands those were.

At ten minutes after noon with no relief in sight, and 
no Cliff in sight, Pastor John was back with yet 
another proposition while two young men nursed on her 
hooters. He stood to the side and watched the nursing 
boys for a few seconds before looking to the nurse and 
saying, "Darla, you are the greatest with the greatest. 
You are breaking all the records, girl."

Darla looked from her boys to her stop watch, seeing 
thirty seconds more before looking to John to say, "I'm 
happy for you, but my time is up - past up."

"Yes, but we don't have anyone that can follow an act 
like this."

Seeing fifteen seconds, Darla said, "Then follow with 
whatever act you have, but my act is over after these 
two hungry pups, and they have five, four, three, two, 
one...that's it, boys." 

Pulling her tits out of sucking mouths and pushing the 
hands off, she stood straight and covered herself with 
flaps of loose blouse as the waiting throng made a 
group protest. John, looking at the potential angry 
mob, said, "They want you, Darla."

"I know what they want, but I'm not in that business, a 
you shouldn't be, either."

Darla began buttoning up, but John stopped her with a 
hand, saying, "Take the blouse and bra off, Darla. 
Let's make this a topless kissing booth."

Hands were still at work under the skirt and making 
Darla feel very naughty. Those hands wanted her to keep 
on working and be the first topless booth kisser. Darla 
smiled at the thought, then said, "This is already a 
bizarre bazaar."

"The people want that."

"I hope you know, I feel like a whore. If I go topless, 
I will look like a whore."

He began pulling at the blouse to free her while 
saying, "Let me worry about that. This is my church, my 
bazaar, my booth, and you are my..."

Letting him take the blouse, she said, "Your what, 
John?"

"Hand me the bra and I'll tell you."

Darla had a crowd wanting her to hand him the bra and 
two fingers fucking her that were with the crowd, 
making her want to hear the words if he dared. He 
looked like he might say, "My girl," or "My woman." He 
was acting like she was one or the other on the way to 
being a lover. 

Though Darla had never considered having a lover after 
marriage, she did entertain the thought of taking John 
on. He was a repeat customer and the best of the best 
kissers. Darla thought, looked the crowd over, took 
more encouragement from a spouse who seemed eager for 
her to have a lover, or that lover, then shrugged free 
of the opened bra and handed it to him, saying, "Your 
what, John?"

He smilingly took the bra and said in a loud, clear 
voice, "My topless whore in the kissing booth. Now get 
to work. Get that chest out and let's make some money."

Darla didn't expect that, but she was in the mood to 
make money, so she thrust out her bare chest and hit 
the stop watch as an old man took her offering and 
slobbered all over them with a big toothless grin. 
While he did that, the hands under the table took her 
by the bare ass and brought a bearded face between her 
legs just as her clean-shaved Cliff emerged from the 
crowd to smilingly shake his head and go, "If your 
mother could see you now, Darla Sue."

Darla had a third big weakness - having her pussy 
sucked by a man with a beard. Darla braced stiff arms 
on the table, gripping to the forward edge while 
staring open-mouthed and wide-eyed at her husband as a 
monster orgasm built rapidly in over-heated loins that 
she couldn't hold still. 

There before hundreds, with a geezer gumming hell out 
of a tit, Darla had a killer orgasm that left her 
hanging onto the table with legs turned to rubber. The 
man sucking her tits thought he made her cum. Many did. 
They applauded. He took a bow.

Cliff leaned over the table to whisper in her ear, "So, 
my lovely bride is the preacher's whore. You certainly 
have the tits for it, but they should see your pussy. 
How about it? Are you up to being a naked whore in a 
kissing booth. I'm sure John would go for that. There's 
a real crowd pleaser. You're not chicken are you?"

Darla, now on elbows with a hung head, still with a 
bearded cunt sucker sucking and licking as she rolled 
her head to look at Cliff, study Cliff, then say to 
Cliff, "Who are you?"

Cliff laughed then said, "Call me a sharing, caring 
kind of guy - a thrill seeker. I'm proud of the Hooter 
babe I married, but I'd be a lot prouder if they could 
see it all. The best parts of you are still under 
wraps, sweetheart. We gotta get you naked, sweet 
thang."

Darla stood in a wide stance to offer the best pussy 
gobbler she ever got gobbled by a better beaver to 
feast on with no one being the wiser, but Cliff needed 
to know. At least, she thought he should know - thought 
some more, then whispered in his ear, "Cliff, there is 
a man under the table eating my pussy. I thought he was 
you, but he's not you. What should I do?"

Cliff smiled, thought, then said, "What would your 
mother tell you to do?"

That seemed like a very odd thing to say considering 
that her mother hated the fact that her only daughter 
was a Hooters whore. Her mother was a church lady who 
would never have a thing to do with a bizarre bazaar 
and thought dimly of any married woman taking a lover. 

There was a gutless, wimp, wuss, and a prude if ever 
there was one. Cliff wanted her so badly he had to 
share that fact on the honeymoon and the 
mother/daughter fantasy that went with it. Darla 
enjoyed the fantasy but thought he had a better chance 
of playing checkers on the moon.

Darla said, "Get real, Cliff. You know what she'd tell 
me."

"I think she'd tell you to be the best you can be."

"You are a dreamer."

"You look like a dreamer right now. What's the matter, 
Darla? Can't stand up?"

"Why bother if I am now the preacher's whore. Is that 
what I am now? Seriously, Cliff, is that what you 
want?"

"I want your mother. I think if I went to complain to 
her that you became our preacher's whore, she just 
might take pity on me. What do you think?"

"Right now, I think it's worth a shot." Getting up to 
stand in a wide stance. "Now, if you are not a 
customer, I'll have to ask you to step aside." Looking 
beyond Cliff to three boys with toothy grins and a bag 
of quarters, "Next."

Cliff eased back and then eased away. Darla kept an eye 
on him and last saw him talking to her pimp. He then 
left the church parking lot bazaar as her pimp came 
over, snapped his fingers, and commanded, "Let's have 
the skirt."

This brought a cheer of support even from the ladies. 
Darla still had a man licking her pussy, but many were 
now aware and passing that info around as kids kept 
lifting the cloth to reveal him. Darla pondered going 
all the way as she wondered where Cliff went. He just 
might be driving to a Houston suburb an hour away. In 
two or three hours, her mother might very well be in 
that crowd. John again snapped his fingers. Darla 
thought and thought then went for the snap and zip.

Naked in shoes, Darla pushed her eater out as John took 
away the table cloth and raised the price to ten 
bucks/minute. The crowd saw that she was worth every 
buck. Kids were jumping on bikes to go raid savings. 
Some were begging bucks from smiling parents and 
getting them. Darla felt like a true whore in a very 
bizarre bazaar as the make-outs resumed now with pussy 
in the deal.

Darla had countless orgasms over the next five hours 
with three hours remaining. They had to sit her in a 
chair and take the table away. Fucking wasn't allowed, 
but that was all that wasn't allowed. John draped her 
legs over the arm rests to turn a kissing booth into a 
pussy eating booth, and there she sat as customers 
stepped up and got their ten bucks worth in a throng of 
over five hundred lookie loos. 

Her mother and Cliff emerged from that throng at ten 
after seven, but that was not the mother that Darla 
knew. That woman was a young man's lover watching a 
naked whore make money for a church and being quite 
amused by that sight.

She didn't even look like the same woman. She didn't 
dress the same. She looked like a whore's mother who 
just had sex with a young man - the best sex of her 
life - several hour's worth that left her feeling young 
and sexy again. Cliff was good and he had it bad for 
the mother. Darla could easily imagine the romp they 
had. What she couldn't imagine was the romp starting or 
going well. Things obviously went very well for Cliff 
and not bad at all for the mom who was very married to 
a very dull man who probably sat in a worn chair and 
watched sports the whole time they screwed their brains 
out.

Darla didn't think Cliff would go for it. The advice 
was tongue in cheek. He obviously thought he had a 
great way and only needed slight encouragement to try. 
Darla gave him that. By the looks of things - worked 
great - a best-case scenario for Cliff. That woman 
looked eager for a mother/daughter threesome. Darla 
never gave that possibility any serious thought, but 
she had to now.

Darla never gave women and girls much thought, but 
after eleven hours making out with at least fifty of 
them, Darla felt like an old hand at doing chicks. They 
were excellent kissers and good with pussy. Chicks know 
pussy, and the next best thing to a beard is a baby-
butt smooth face in a shaved beaver.

Cliff and Diane watched three young girls take a minute 
each with money and encouragement given to them by 
parents. Each went to her knees and ate pussy. The 
crowd loved that and the girls weren't shy about doing 
it, each trying to outdo the other and trying to get 
the weary whore to climax. By that time, that was a 
lofty goal. They gave it their all and they each went a 
few minutes over time, but Darla simply couldn't go 
over the top. She came close and worked with the girls, 
but the cum simply wouldn't come.

The crowd loved seeing girls or women do Darla, and 
Darla saw Cliff urging Diane to give it a try. Others 
caught on and were joining the effort. Cliff pulled her 
mother's top off. Her mother made a bra of her hands 
while Cliff and two other men relieved her of a tight 
skirt, leaving her naked in shoes with no pubic hair, a 
Cliff trademark which she didn't try to conceal as they 
moved her up to the front of the line and to her knees 
between the whore's knees, there to stare and blush at 
a vulgar beaver made vulgar with a whore's fingers 
lining the lips and pulling out.

They had a moment to look into each other's eyes before 
a hand forced the face into the beaver, but that was 
all it took for mother and daughter to put on a great 
show that ended in mutual orgasms. Diane got a hundred 
bucks worth for free. She also got fucked by three 
ballsie rednecks in that time. They couldn't fuck the 
whore but nothing said they couldn't fuck what was 
eating the whore. 

The slut eating the whore didn't seem to mind, so a 
line quickly formed up on her sexy ass and ten dollar 
bills began getting slapped on her back one after the 
other. In the last thirty minutes of the bizarre 
bazaar, Diane brought in almost three hundred while 
Darla languished under a mother's tongue. The bazaar 
made a killing off the fucking booth - in all, 
$3,678.25. (Darla let a cute boy peck her pussy for a 
quarter.)

By nine that evening, Darla, Diane, and Cliff were back 
in the apartment, wasted but giddy. They were soon in 
bed naked with Cliff in the middle, happy as a lark 
with a mother and a daughter hand on his prick, working 
together to keep him erect. Darla smiled at her mother 
and said, "You slut."

"Me a slut! You should talk. I was forced. I didn't see 
anyone holding you."

"Of course not. I'm the preacher's whore or weren't you 
informed?"

"I was informed with a hand on my leg getting terribly 
familiar with a place I thought was dead."

"That pussy is anything but dead. Does Daddy know?"

"He should. We screwed the afternoon away and did most 
of it right behind his chair."

"That figures. Did he say anything?"

"Yes, whenever he wanted anything. Right before a 
climax, he'd need something."

Darla laughed, then said, "Seriously, was he aware you 
two were fucking behind his back?"

"I'm sure he was, and I'm sure he didn't care so long 
as he wasn't neglected. He didn't mind interrupting us. 
He was a bit of a pain that way."

"That's my daddy. Is he expecting you to come home at a 
decent hour?"

"No. When we left, it was for an overnight visit. I'm 
sure he figures we went to a motel. I told him I'd be 
back by noon. He'll sleep in till noon, so he's fine. 
He's happy for me, but he doesn't want to be put out, 
but tell me the truth, Darla. Do you mind sharing Cliff 
with me?"

Darla met her mother over Cliff's chest to exchange a 
kiss and say, "Not at all, Mother. Honestly, I love 
sharing my hubby with you. I just don't want you to 
have to sneak and steal moments. I don't want any hard 
feelings to come from this, but it sounds like Daddy is 
okay with this arrangement. Honestly, is he, and do you 
see any problems surfacing?"

"He seems to be fine with it. He doesn't want to be 
neglected, and I didn't neglect him. I was more 
attentive than ever, sweet as could be."

"Have you discussed this?"

"We don't need to talk to communicate."

"But are you sure he knew you two were fucking. Were 
you naked?"

"No, but I let the cum flow down my legs. I know he saw 
that enough times to know we weren't just kissing and 
talking about sex. That wasn't all he saw. Your husband 
shaved my pussy at the dining table. Your father turned 
around and watched some of that during commercials. He 
has been after me to shave my pussy for years. From 
time to time, I'll shave the lips, but he watched Cliff 
shave it bald without a whimper of protest. 

"That was my way of telling him that Cliff gets 
whatever he wants. His silent interest was his way of 
saying, go for it, but when I need a beer, you had best 
stop to get me one. I had to bring him a beer with one 
hairy cunt lip. He got a beer and a big kiss. I got the 
finger and a slap on the fanny to send me back to 
Cliff. That was us communicating perfectly."

"Sounds like it."

"No, there is nothing to hide. We could have done our 
fucking at his feet. I enjoyed doing it behind his back 
or while hanging over the back of his chair. He has 
never seen us fuck, but he has felt us fuck and seen 
the product of fucking. He knows we do an awful lot of 
fucking."

"Great! I guess you have a lover. He's going to need 
one because I have one too."

Cliff said, "Lover? What you have is a pimp."

Darla looked to her smiling mother and said, "All 
right, pimp. I see that makes you smile. You always did 
prefer to see me as a whore - a Hooters whore. This 
must make you happy."

"Honey, I was happy for you as a Hooter's whore. I just 
couldn't let that show or you might think I was a bad 
mommy. I'll tell you something else. I was happy for 
you all through high school, and happiest when you came 
home way late and well fucked. [looking to Cliff] I'll 
have you know your wife was the easiest lay in the 
ninth grade and going out on overnight dates with grown 
men, sometimes not getting back from a date until well 
after sunup. You didn't make her a whore, you married a 
whore. If she led you to believe otherwise, she misled 
you."

Cliff smiled and said, "She tried, but I watched her 
work for weeks before asking her out. She had to prove 
she was a whore before I'd pop the question."

Darla said, "Had I known that, I could have saved him a 
lot of time and money. I didn't mislead him as much as 
he misled me. His true colors came out on the 
honeymoon. I married one kinky motherfucker with a 
thing for my sexy mother."

Diane said, "I knew that before you did."

"I'll bet you did. You were awfully supportive of this 
one. I couldn't figure out why. What tipped you off?"

"The first time he came to dinner, he got up behind me 
while I was trying to take a roast out of the oven. He 
took me by the hips, pressed an impressive erection 
into my ass, and whispered in my ear, 'I gotta fuck 
your sexy ass and eat your gorgeous cunt.' No one had 
ever said that to me. Your father doesn't fuck ass or 
eat cunt, but I do think I have a sexy ass and a 
gorgeous cunt. I was surprised to find a man who could 
tell without seeing either. I was very impressed."

Cliff offered, "And red as a fire truck."

Darla laughed and said while twirling chest hairs, "I'm 
sure. I wish I could have seen that."

Diane said, "If you had seen that, you would have seen 
me piss a big puddle. That was not only the most vulgar 
and exciting thing any man ever said to me, but that 
was the boldest and riskiest thing ever done to me. You 
and your father were in the next room and it got worse. 
Your fiancee moved my skirt up and my panties down to 
grind his cock right into my fucking naked cunt. I 
thought I would fucking die when he did that. I thought 
he was going to try and fuck me, and I held my position 
to find out. The heat from the oven was roasting me 
while I waited."

Darla had that image and laughed as she slapped Cliff's 
chest and admonished, "Why didn't you slip my horny 
mommy the weany? You could have pumped her pussy full 
of cum and made her feel like a cheating slut all 
through dinner. You could have brought her along on the 
honeymoon, you jerk."

Diane said, "What makes you think he didn't fill my 
pussy with cum. The only thing he needed was the balls 
to do it."

Darla knew he had the balls, and the grin he wore told 
the tale. She got up on her knees to look down on them 
both, now astonished as she said to her mother, "You 
fucking slut! You have been fucking him all along, 
haven't you?"

There was no venom in that charge, just astonishment, 
so Diane said, "Guilty. All he ever needed was the 
balls. He proved to me that he had those. This is the 
ballsiest man I have ever met. The only reason I wasn't 
along on the honeymoon was he needed to feel you out on 
the subject. I was all for it. I have been waiting and 
waiting. While waiting, I have been getting your father 
used to the idea of me taking your hubby as a lover. He 
knows we fuck every chance we get. We started off being 
sneaky. 

"Today it came out, but this was not the first time he 
saw semen running down my legs after being alone with 
Cliff, and he has known for some time, now, that I 
don't wear panties around Cliff. He has been teasing me 
about that for months and warning me about what you'll 
do when you find out. He is more concerned that we will 
be careless with you around. If he sees us messing 
around when you are around, he'll tell us to get a 
room. We have done that, and he paid for it."

Cliff was loving this, but Darla couldn't quite believe 
what she was hearing. Then again, it wouldn't be like 
her mother to tease or exaggerate. She did like 
shocking. She did want to get this off her chest. She 
wasn't the cheating type, but they had been cheaters. 
Darla sat back on her heels and thought about all she'd 
heard as Cliff grinned and her mother watched for the 
reaction, now a bit unsure of herself and feeling 
badly, even ashamed. 

Darla had to think about this whole situation and the 
marriage she was hip deep in - not exactly what she had 
in mind - not exactly what she wanted - not exactly 
what she didn't want, but the whore label never set 
well with her and the biggest reason was stroking her 
husband's cock like she owned it.

Darla was staring at that and remained silent too long. 
Her mother said, "I feel badly about all the deception, 
Darla, but I am a slave to this man's cock. I still 
can't believe he would rather fuck me and put you out 
whoring for another man. He proved that to me today, 
but I still can't believe it. I am not about to lie 
here and lie to you or let this hard cock go to waste. 

"I have done little else but dream of fucking your 
husband in front of you. I must do that at least once. 
I must, and I must ask you to watch from start to 
finish without saying a word. I don't care how this 
makes you feel. Please, do this for me. We can discuss 
this afterward, but please don't walk out or look away. 
I want to know you are looking at his cock in my pussy. 
Please, Darla!"

With that said, the mother rolled onto the husband, got 
up on her knees to fit the bulbous head to her sloppy 
twat, looking back to see if Darla was looking at that 
sight. She was. Pleased to see that, Diane sank her 
twat down on ten inches of lust, then laid her chest on 
Cliff's chest and engaged him in a passionate kiss 
while moving her cunt up and down the shaft.

Darla had seen fucking up-close and personal before 
with a Hooter's pal and good customer, but this was her 
mother and her bad husband. The sight, always 
interesting, was now fascinating. Her mother was 
clearly as turned on and excited as a female gets. 
Darla got comfortable on her side, lying in reverse 
with her head resting on Cliff's thigh. 

She blew hot breath on the genitals to let her mom know 
how close she was seeing this decadence. That warm 
breath got her mother all excited, so excited that she 
reached back with both hands to pull the cheeks apart, 
not that it needed that.

Darla was tempted to do some genital licking and 
kissing, but thought intense watching was what her 
mother really wanted. When the butt came close, she 
kissed a hand instead to let her mother know how close 
the head was. That kiss made a mother cry out, "Oh 
God!"

Darla smiled, blew more hot breath, and delivered more 
kisses. She also did some genital sniffing and got her 
nose wet. Darla still wasn't sure how she felt, but she 
was happy for her mother. Her mom was never more alive, 
and seeing her be this sexually alive looked great. Her 
mom landed a real winner in Cliff. Darla landed a real 
weirdo. True love might have helped, but the love 
wasn't true, just nice. Cliff was an okay guy who made 
good money and great love, but small town living was 
already growing old even with a bizarre bazaar under 
her belt. 

As for whoring for a good-kisser preacher, that might 
prove interesting, but that could get old quick, too. 
He didn't seem that kinky, but he did seem that horny 
and his lust for money was his weakness. He saw in 
Darla a gold mine with a husband who wanted her mined. 
Somehow, that just didn't set right. Not getting a cut 
of that $3,678.25 didn't set right, either, not after 
putting in twelve fucking hours. Charity ended at noon. 
Whoring began at noon. Most of that haul was made after 
noon. He never offered. A pimp gets a cut, not the 
whole damn thing.

Darla put those thoughts out of her mind and began 
stroking her mother's pumping ass, enjoying a side of 
her lusty mother she never dreamed she'd see much less 
stroke and breathe on, also breathe in. The horny slut 
smelled musky, a healthy musky pussy scent, a familiar 
horny slut scent that Darla never expected to smell 
coming from her mother. She looked great that way, very 
sexy. Darla loved the scent of her mother's lust. The 
obvious interest being shown drove her mother wild. 

Diane came twice without making Cliff go off, then got 
turned around to present Darla with a provocative front 
view of maternal indecency and marital infidelity, 
supported by stiff arms, legs wide and drawn in, her 
stuffed beaver right in Darla's face. Darla raised her 
eyes from the vulgar sight to look into the face of her 
maniacal mother, trying not to laugh or crack a smile, 
waiting for her mother to say something.

Darla didn't wait long, but her mother had to move her 
sloppy twat up and down the shaft a few times before 
saying, "I want to know what you think about this, 
Darla. I want to know what you think of me, but before 
you tell me, I want you to know that from the moment I 
saw Cliff, I was determined to fuck him and give him 
all the pussy he wanted whether you liked that or not, 
and I was sure you wouldn't. I didn't care. I have been 
easy for him since day one and only got easier. He's 
all mine, now, and he gave you to a preacher pimp. He 
did that for me."

Darla stared at the sight while thinking of her 
response. Her mom seemed to want it straight and 
honest, but giving it to her straight and honest would 
ruin her dream fuck. Darla didn't want to do that or be 
too dishonest, so she said, "Well, I am shocked, and I 
can't say that I'm thrilled. I see why you are, but 
whoring for any man doesn't suit me, especially not 
when he keeps it all. I'll watch this, but I'll have to 
weigh my options and make decisions in the best 
interest of my future. I'm not upset, but I may be 
going back to Houston and Hooters."

"I was afraid of that."

Cliff said, "Are you serious? Are we talking divorce?"

Darla didn't want to bring that discussion up at this 
time, and she was surprised to see Cliff reacting so 
quickly with so much concern. He lost his erection and 
moved the slut off. That ruined it, so Darla got off 
the bed and went out to the living room to think and 
get a drink. She left them to talk and expected one or 
the other, possibly both to be out soon. 

Her mother came out ten minutes later, about nine 
minutes later than expected and she had Darla's robe 
on. Darla sat nude on the sofa sipping wine that was 
ready for a refill. Diane filled the glass, then took a 
seat beside her nude daughter, placed a hand on her leg 
rather high up, and stroked from knee to crotch on the 
inside.

After a few strokes, Diane said, "I was afraid this 
wouldn't go well, but I had to go for it after going 
this far. Have you ever wanted anything so badly that 
you'd risk anything and everything to realize it if 
only for one time?"

Darla took a sip and looked to her mother to say, "As a 
matter of fact, yes, today at the bazaar. I have 
fantasized something like that. When the opportunity 
presented itself, I had to go for it. You saw how that 
ended, but I had sex with something like five hundred 
people today - in public - men, women, boys, girls. I 
did everything except fuck."

"I took care of that nasty chore for you - in public - 
another fantasy of mine. I wouldn't mind doing that 
again."

"I wouldn't mind watching again. Watching you fuck is 
growing on me."

She smiled, patted the pussy, and said, "I'm glad, but 
we do have a problem, don't we?"

"I do."

"Cliff is very upset. He doesn't want to lose you. I 
assured him he wouldn't if he took this slow and easy. 
He did and I blew it. Darla, all he wanted was a 
mother/daughter threesome. What red-blooded Texan 
doesn't. I brought in the whore thing and made that 
conditional. That was my kink. Call it ego out of 
control. Tell me to fuck off. Tell the preacher to fuck 
off, but don't trash your marriage. Cliff is a good man 
and he does love and care very much for you. You could 
do much worse, and you aren't getting any younger. This 
may sound like self-serving advice, but I urge you to 
keep Cliff."

"Mom, I don't need to keep Cliff for you to keep seeing 
him."

"No, but I won't enjoy it as much. I love cheating now 
that I've tried it, but more than that, I love fucking 
your husband in your marital bed with you in it. I 
can't promise that switching husbands would make a 
difference. I think I have to fuck any man you marry. 
That feels terribly wicked."

"You should see how it looks."

"I can imagine, and I want to thank you for looking at 
that so well. I never dreamed you'd look that good, so 
good that you'd get your nose wet."

"I wanted to see what infidelity smelled like."

"You certainly got a good whiff. What does it smell 
like?"

"Smells like fuck."

"It should. You had your nose all over a fuck, poking 
your nose in my wicked business, you naughty girl."

Darla smiled, looked deep into her mother's eyes, then 
on impulse, she took her mother's face and kissed her 
passionately with tongue. Diane responded instantly and 
went from stroking pussy to deep fingering a pussy that 
had been fingered and licked to the point of absolute 
exhaustion. Darla had to stop that, but said, "Please! 
This pussy needs rest and relaxation. This is whore 
pussy - working pussy. What you want is a recreational 
cunt. You'll find one between your own legs."

Diane smiled and said, "Your husband certainly thinks 
so."

"He knows his cunts, and Mother, you know I love you, 
but you are a cunt."

"I know, and your father recently called me one. He 
isn't taking this as well as I let on, but he is taking 
it."

"Now, that sounds more like my daddy."

"Yes, but he is mostly concerned with how you'll take 
it. If he knew you were okay with this, he'd be fine. I 
dare say we could fuck in his marital bed with him in 
it. I'd like that, too. He needs a good look and a good 
whiff of infidelity - a good taste for that matter."

"I wouldn't press my luck."

"I'm not going to sit on his face. I'll take what I can 
get. I thought you were going to get a few licks in. 
Doesn't fuck look tasty?"

"I did consider doing that. Would that have made it 
better?"

"Oh God, yes. That is my ultimate fantasy - you licking 
us while we fuck and making a total pig of yourself. 
That's his fantasy, too."

"I should have. Go back and get him up. I'll be along 
in a few minutes to give you the ultimate thrill. As 
for the marriage, I'll let it ride. Who knows, it might 
be a wild ride."

Diane smiled and kissed Darla after getting up. Before 
leaving, she said, "It will be for me if you'll be a 
good whore for the preacher. You could be, but I know 
what is holding you back. The money. Forget the money. 
This isn't about money, and you don't need money. A 
good whore wouldn't give a fuck."

"You describe a sex slave not a whore."

"I prefer to think of you as a whore, an owned whore. 
If sex slave floats your boat, think sex slave, but 
Cliff and I will think of you as another man's whore."

"And treat me accordingly?"

"Of course. What do we care. You are just a fucking 
whore."

"Enjoy this, but the fucking whore better enjoy the 
ride or she goes back to whoring for Hooters. I enjoyed 
that ride."

"Give me five minutes."

Darla watched her mother prance off and stop at the 
bedroom door to shrug off the robe and do a butt wiggle 
that showed pussy. Darla threw a cork at it and hit the 
clit, which popped the slut straight up and indignant. 
That hurt. She looked at the cork to see what made that 
hurt, then to Darla who didn't mean to throw that hard 
or hit anything that delicate and sensitive. Diane said 
after picking up the clit popper, "At least you threw 
the cork and not the bottle."

Stifling a laugh with a hand cupped over her mouth, 
Darla said, "Mom, I'm sorry. I meant to hit your butt."

"Well, you were close."

"I'm so sorry. I'll kiss it and make it better."

"Damn right you will, but give us five minutes."

With that, she tossed the cork and then entered the 
bedroom. Darla caught the cork and brought it to her 
nose, "...ummm...Vin Rose' pussy!"

Darla gave them five minutes, then entered the bedroom 
and gave them ecstasy, but after that, she was pooped. 
She tried to sleep, but they wouldn't leave her alone. 
After an hour of trying to share a bed with them, she 
got up and took the sofa. Sex slaves need their beauty 
sleep.

Sex slave or whore, Pastor John had one in Darla. He 
wasn't sure what to do with one or what god to thank, 
but he knew how to fuck one. His wife was happy he had 
one like Darla. He shared. They enjoyed Darla to the 
fullest and eventually brought in a few friends. They 
began lending her out and eventually selling her sexual 
services. 

In this way, Darla gradually eased into the life of a 
sex slave/whore. The ride got better and better. The 
better it got, the more her mother loved it. Diane's 
life became a living dream, because her hubby came 
along at the same rate Darla did. After three weeks, 
her life was perfect and everyone in it was happy. She 
went from marital bed to marital bed spreading her 
happiness.

This is a story with a happy ending if we end it here, 
so we'll end it here, but you can imagine what went 
wrong. Okay, I'll tell you. The preacher and his wife 
got kinky. The ride got too rough. The whore returned 
to Hooters, and the marriage fell apart. The ride was 
fun while it lasted, which is true of all roller 
coaster rides and meals at Hooters.

The End
                   
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