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Jennifer's Messy Little Problem
by Phil Phantom (philphantom.com)
***
The folks in this little story certainly wouldn't win
any awards for proper child rearing. (MF/f, ped, nc,
inc, exh, huml, ws)
***
Mom got off my face and I could finally breathe. Thick
fuck cooled rapidly all over my face as she climbed off
the bed to stand beside her long-donged, bull-balled
lover. Viscous fuck runs ran down my jaws, into my
ears, down my neck and soaked the back of my head. I
had fuck in my hair, not to mention my mouth.
She aimed a finger at me while saying, "If you like to
spy on people fucking, we'll make things easy on you.
If your father gets wind of this, there will be a
divorce, but guess who you'll be living with? Just
think about that. Oh, and Jennifer, I don't mind doing
my fucking where you can see it. I do mind spying. Just
ask next time. I rather enjoyed that, and I hear sperm
is good for the complexion. If I ever catch you
snooping again, I'll take a belt to you. I may even let
Bob show you what fucking feels like. Remember, all you
have to do is ask."
They turned out the light and closed my door. They left
me as though I would remain wearing all that yucky fuck
goo. There I lay in the dark, wearing all that yucky
fuck goo, still lying crossways on my bed where Mom
dragged me before climbing over me, placing her cunt in
my face, positioned for fucking, whereupon her
adulterous cunt was fucked pretty good by a pretty big
dick and super size balls that dragged all over my eyes
and forehead. I would have seen a continuous up-close-
and-personal fucking had it not been for those
advancing and retreating sticky wet balls.
I'll admit to being curious. Show me a thirteen-year-
old virgin girl that isn't. I always thought it would
be neat to watch two uninhibited lovers making love. I
imagined that they would invite me to take a seat at
the bedside, then go about their business as though I
weren't there. A live sex show would be neat to watch.
I saw an X-rated video once, only you couldn't tell if
they were really doing it or faking it.
Mom and Bob weren't faking it. With her mound resting
on my chin, her clit on my lips, my nose hooked in her
hole sharing space with a pistoning dick, feeling the
pulsing jets on my nose as semen shot down his manly
rod, they had me convinced that they weren't faking it.
I'll say one thing, I sure got a good view of fucking
every now and then. I found out what fucking smells
like and tastes like, too. I found out what it looks
like, smells like, and tastes like before, during, and
after a fuck. I felt like a fucking expert after one
observation. I felt like the kid who was curious as to
the time and then had to watch a clock being built.
Did that really happen, or did I just dream it. No,
that really happened. The taste alone told me this was
no dream. At least, now, I knew what sperm tasted like
- sperm and pussy juice - fuck - my own mother's
adulterous fuck. Not many thirteen-year-old girls know
what that tastes like. I sure wouldn't tell any.
Bob had to put my mom up to doing that. I knew she was
ga ga over the guy but shit, that's GA GA GOO GOO. I
wasn't even spying. All I did was pass slowly by a
bedroom that had a door partly open. It's not like I
stood there peeking at them. Was she actually serious?
Would she actually hit me with a belt and let that man
fuck me if I didn't come to them and ask for this
again.
That was the message I got. They had pinned a spying
rap on me before; now again, they'd do it once again. I
know a pattern when I see one. There was no due process
in this house, not with Bob in it, and Bob now lived in
it with us. I don't know what Daddy was thinking by
offering him the spare bedroom until he got on his
feet.
One look at a guy like Bob and you know he's not the
type you can leave a wife alone with, much less a sexy
young daughter like me - a virgin, too. He may have
been a laid-off buddy down on his luck, but he looked
like a stud sent from Spousal Boinkers. To me, he
looked like a rental unit from Child Molesters R US.
Daddy was now back working swing shift. Bob had us all
to himself from four till midnight. Shit, and this was
only day three. Boy, it sure didn't take him long to
make Mom go GA GA, and she couldn't stand him at first.
She couldn't stand him more than I couldn't stand him.
I don't mind being told I look sexy. Not many grown men
will admit that, come right out and say it, even say
what exactly they found sexy about me. No one ever did
that in front of my mother.
Mom didn't appreciate that one bit, though he found her
sexy, too. He was very complimentary, but Mom saw right
through him, or so she said. I thought she'd toss him
out right up to when she went to bed with him late that
first night. That time, I did spy - not spy actually, I
listened at the door to the spare bedroom. Yup, that
was fucking. I had heard that suckie fuckie sound
before, just not that good - like a toilet plunger
working in the cavity of a juicy watermelon. Bob could
make sounds come out of Mom that Daddy couldn't.
That was my first inkling that we were headed for
trouble at the old homestead. I got my next inkling
when I arrived home from school, passing Daddy on his
way to work. When I entered the house, Mom was lying
across Bob's lap and he was feeling all up and down her
legs, all the way to her crotch. Daddy was still
backing out of the driveway. She must have jumped in
his lap right after Daddy left the house. Talk about
can't wait.
I wanted to brush right on by so as not to embarrass
them, but Bob stopped me by asking about my day. He
called me over. I went over. He wanted me closer. I
came closer, now with Mom's left foot at my right
thigh, her leg hung over the arm. The other leg fell to
the floor with a push from Bob. She just laid there
shooting me a beaver with her skirt bunched up from the
many passes his hand made going from knee to crotch on
the inside of her thigh. I could see her panties were
wet. She was embarrassed, but he wasn't. I was.
I couldn't recall much about my day as I tried not to
look between Mom's legs. He made that very hard to do
when he dug in under the leg band and began playing
with her pussy, even fingering her. Mom groaned and hid
her face in his thick neck, but she didn't try to stop
him, or close her legs, or even cover her crotch with
her hands. She wanted to do something, but didn't.
There was just one moaning groan and then she just laid
there and let him have his way with her pussy right in
front of me.
I made an excuse to leave, something lame like having
homework to do, but he wanted to talk some more. He
said, "Something good must have happened today. Didn't
you get felt up?"
Shit! How old did he think I was. What did he think I
was. I felt like telling him that they don't feel girls
up in junior high. You have to wait for high school
before that happens. I just shook my head, no. He said,
"What, nobody felt those sexy legs of yours?"
Mom's head came out and she looked at me, kinda dreamy
eyed, like being fingered helped her overcome her
shyness and made her curious about my legs because she
looked them over too, at least what they could see of
them. I looked, too. I couldn't recall anyone feeling
them, so I said, no.
It sure was warm. He sure was finger fucking my mom
real good. He sure was fucking up her panties real
good. Once you stretch out the elastic, they're no
good. She didn't seem to care. She drew her left leg in
to make a better beaver, which moved her foot out of my
way, allowing me to get closer, which I didn't want to
do but he wanted me to do, so I did and his left hand
cupped my right leg and pulled me closer until my
thighs pressed into the side of the chair. He then ran
his hand up and down my legs the way child molesters do
(I assume). He felt up my sexy legs pretty good, then
ran his hand up to my ass as he said, "Didn't anyone
feel your sexy ass, and squeeze these cute buns for
you?"
No one ever did, not that I ever recall, not like he
did. He could squeeze both buns at once with one hand.
I said, no while he stuffed my pussy crack with cotton.
After getting the entire crotch of my panties stuffed
inside the lips of my pussy, he brought his hand around
the front, still inside my dress, then made it flat and
sent it up to my chest, saying, "Someone had to feel
these gorgeous titties of yours. Don't tell me you
didn't get these sexy titties squeezed?"
I couldn't say that, now. He was doing it, first one,
then the other, then under the bra, then both together
like he did with my buns. That'll make a little girl's
nipples get hard in a hurry. I don't know what I said,
but his hand slid down to my panties and he dropped
them to my knees. I sucked a big gulp of air when all
that cotton suddenly came out and my cunt lips slammed
shut. I sucked another when he cupped my crotch and
brought me to my tippy toes saying, "I'll bet you got
fingered, didn't you?"
Not until I got home I didn't. I couldn't take that,
not and stay a virgin. I backed up and off, then just
walked away, ignoring him calling me back. I flopped on
my bed and went, "Oh fuck!"
I fully expected him to follow me into my bedroom to
finish the job. I waited and waited but he wouldn't...
I mean, didn't. Okay, I was horny. Who wouldn't be? Bob
was a hunk and he found me attractive. My mom didn't
care. Daddy would never know - hopefully. I might not
get pregnant. It might not hurt too much. Besides,
where would I run. I had run out of house when I
arrived at my bedroom. Sure, I could have run the other
way and gone out of the house, but then what? He'd be
there when I returned for my bed time and still have
three hours to sexually molest me. He could get a lot
done in just three minutes.
I stayed in my room for almost an hour... waiting. I
didn't want to wait all night. I was hungry. Some of my
favorite TV shows would be coming on. I had homework to
do, and the dining table is where I do it. I live here.
He can't keep me penned up in my room. If he is going
to be living with us, he'll just have to adjust to
sharing space with a sexy morsel like me. He sure
adjusted to my mom. He adjusted so well and so fast,
one would think she were a slut.
My mom a slut. Boy, that was a shocker. I never would
have guessed she had it in her. After a little over one
day with big bad Bob, I was surprised I never noticed
that side of her before. Then again, I had never seen
her pussy before. I certainly never saw it being
fingered. That was slut pussy, no doubt about it. Slut
pussy won't stay still with a man's finger in it.
I returned to the living room fully expecting them to
be in the guest bedroom making strange noises, but they
were as I had left them only Mom had no clothes on, not
a stitch. She saw me first and told him. He looked over
and said, "Why did you run off, Sugarpus?"
I bravely said, "You were getting too personal. I'm a
virgin, you know."
"Yes, I felt. You don't look like a virgin, so I
thought I had better feel." I blushed. He went on,
"It's rare to find a virgin who looks as good as you
do. The super good looking ones have a difficult time
hanging onto their cherries. They either get lost or
stolen. What's your secret."
My secret is, I wear panties and sit like a lady.
That's what I felt like saying as he tried to motion me
closer. I didn't budge this time. I stood at a safe
distance and said, "I don't know. I just am."
"You must be doing something wrong. Come on, step up
here. Don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid, and I don't think I'm doing anything
wrong. I think I'm doing right. I'm doing exactly what
my mom taught me to do."
He looks to her; she looks to him - impish, guilt
ridden, like a bad girl. He says, "Did you teach that
sexy daughter of yours to stay a virgin? Did you?"
She looks like a puppy who pissed on the carpet and
meekly says, "yes."
He acts angry, flips her over, pins both arms behind
her lower back with his right hand, then begins wailing
her white moons. She is screaming and wildly kicking
her legs, pleading that she is sorry, begging
forgiveness. He can't get good smacks in with all that
squirming and flailing. He calls me over and tells me
to hold her legs. I jump to and get between the knees,
wrap both arms around her legs at the lower thigh and
sink my weight on them.
That did it, but I have no idea why I did that. I was
doing it and then thought about it. He could now wail
her fanny for her real good for making me be a virgin
while I stared at her cunt from inches away. My whole
world was suddenly turned up-side-down, but man was
that ever neat, and it smelled good, too. Her pussy
fumes got fanned right into my face every time his hand
fell. I got drunk watching Mom's fanny turn beet red.
She'll never teach me to be a virgin again, that's for
sure.
After the spanking stopped and I sobered up, I felt
mighty stupid, but he never said this was over. It may
have been an intermission while he secured pledges that
she would undo all that bad training. She seemed
sincere and repentant, but I thought a few dozen more
wouldn't hurt for good measure. I couldn't very well
voice that opinion, but by hanging on I did. Mothers
were notorious back sliders.
I couldn't believe I was looking right into my Mom's
juicy cunt, and man was it juicy and flushed after that
spanking. Some of his smacks hit her pussy. When he
really needed to drive home a point, he'd smack her
pussy. I swear, my face wasn't ten inches from the maw
of my ma when he took me by the back of the head and
closed the gap to a minus one inch. All that wet pussy
fanned out over my face with my nose up her butt.
He must have thought that mom's hate having a
daughter's face rubbed in their pussies, because he
drove home points by doing that. She acted like this
was worse than pussy smacks. She was really learning
her lesson, now, boy. Hell, I was so drunk, I don't
know what I thought. I went limp and let him make all
the points he wanted to make.
My face must have been merged between my mother's legs
for five or six minutes, possibly ten. Time flies when
you're making points. I made a lot of points with Bob
by not resisting, lending myself to the purpose. Half
the time he didn't need to hold my head and direct
movement. His hand would be rubbing my back, patting me
on the back when I did good. I did good when I helped
him make a point. Smearing my face all around in her
cunt while pushing in tight made a good point. She
hated that but thought he was doing it. The thought
never occurred to me that he would get her off in
private and rat on me. Like I said, I was drunk.
They went off to the bedroom after that. When they
emerged, Mom wore a glow.
She looked at me funny, too. He ratted. I knew he did.
I was so embarrassed. I just knew she thought I was a
lesbian. She seemed to think that was funny, like she
had wasted all that good training trying to keep a
lesbian from losing her cherry. She came over, pulled
me from my homework chair, and hugged me. She hugged me
to her naked body, hugging my head to her tits as
though I'd really like that a lot.
Bob was naked, too, standing to the side of us,
stroking his wet schlong while Mom maneuvered a turgid
nipple to my lips as though I'd really like a nipple to
suck on - a lesbian treat. The damage was done, and
they both expected me to open my mouth and suck, so I
did. I sucked like a lesbian - first one, then the
other. Bob said, "Now there's a sight that'll put lead
in a man's pencil."
Pencil? That was a pencil? I've seen pencils with lead
in them. That was no pencil. That was a full blown cock
he stroked. I sucked on my mom while eyeing that
action. If I was going into training to not be a
virgin, I prayed they had a training cock in mind. No
way was that pencil writing on my cherry tablet. I
tried to act like a 100% lesbian.
I wanted to drop down and suck her cunt, but she held
me too tight. Instead, I went ape over her titties and
began kissing her all over her neck and face, making
her laugh until I sealed her mouth shut with mine and
filled her oral cavity with tongue. I wasn't sure how
lesbian's kissed, but I was pretty sure she didn't
either.
I must have done good. She responded and filled my
mouth right back. Our slobbery French kiss went on and
on, turning Bob on and on until he stepped up behind
her and stuffed her with cock. He then pulled out and
changed holes. He just wanted to get his dick good and
wet before shoving it up her ass.
Kissing her while he entered her ass was like making
out with a woman during child birth. If they thought
this would sell me on tearing up my virgin card, they
had another thing coming. What it did was make me a
die-hard, card-carrying lesbian. I forced my way down
to her cunt and started sucking with his swinging nut
sack slapping me in the neck.
I thought we'd finish her off right there, Bob and I
working as a team - one heterosexual, one homosexual
with a bi-sexual slut between us. He took care of the
rear; I took care of the front. He had other ideas and
pinned her arms behind her back while making her stand
on top of his feet. Once he had her like that, he
backed off from me and walked off with her, headed for
the guest room, leaving me on my knees going, "Fuck!"
My head was spinning. My world was spinning. My world
was up-side-down and spinning. Finishing my homework
was out of the question, so I sat in my homework chair
and masturbated while thinking about life as a lesbian,
wondering how long I could pull it off. I had to keep
up the ruse until Bob got back on his feet. After that,
I could tell Mom that perhaps I was a bi-sexual, too.
We could then get sexy and go out trolling for trouser
trout together. That notion and image made me cum.
When they emerged an hour later, they accused me of
spying on them. I was a bit confused. I had not been
spying. I had been frigging my cunt at the dining table
the whole time, or basking in the afterglow. They would
hear none of my lies. I was stripped naked, laid face
down over Bob's lap with Mom pinning my legs the same
way I pinned hers, then my ass was made beet red with
my mother's warm breath puffing on my pussy. That'll
warm a girl to careless spying.
When he shoved my mom's face in my heated cunt, I
almost died. When he rubbed my back using both hands,
letting me know that what she was doing she was doing
on her own, I did die. My mom was a lesbian, too. My
mommy ate the fuck out of me, especially after he
rolled me to my back and played with my tits. And I
thought I could make myself cum good. I didn't know
what cumming was. They made me a big fan of cumming.
When he rolled my limp, wasted, cummed-out body off his
lap, I just laid there on the floor while they laughed.
They got dressed and went out somewhere. I was still
lying naked on the floor when they left. Mom stopped to
warn, "Lock the door, Jennifer. A rapist might get
you."
Bob said to Mom, "Hey! Didn't you learn your lesson,
bitch."
She goes, "Oh, yes. What was I thinking?" To me she
says, "Jennifer, leave the door unlocked and stay naked
for the rapists. We'll be back to tuck you in, but
don't wait up. Your bedtime is still nine O'clock on a
school night."
After they left, I sat up, wrapped my arms around my
knees and thought, "Yeah, right tuck me in. Fuck me in
is more like it."
Keep in mind, this is only day two, and Daddy indicated
that Bob might be with us through the summer, almost
five months. I didn't count on getting that much sex
before my freshman year of high school, or starting my
freshman year four or five months pregnant. He didn't
seem the type to give a fuck, and Mom in GA GA mode
didn't either. Daddy would. At the rate they were
going, Daddy would set Bob on his feet in a week.
On the other hand, Daddy would need help setting Bob
anywhere. I saw clouds of divorce. I pictured me
calling Bob "Daddy" while delivering his baby while Mom
made out with me. Hummm, divorce wasn't so bad. Some
marriages just aren't meant to work out. I was mature
enough to accept that.
I slept in pajamas, or I did until Mom told me to
remain naked for the rapists. Like a good girl, I left
the front door unlocked and climbed into bed naked at
nine O'clock. There, I waited for my rapist. I stroked
my pussy and waited. I tried to loosen up the hole by
hooking fingers and pulling hard. I got four fingers
in. Bob could get that big head in after an hour's hard
work. That had to be the hardest part, taking the head.
I felt like busting the cherry with my hair brush
handle. I almost did. I weakened it - my hymen, not the
handle, I'm not that sexy.
By ten thirty, I was ready, willing, and able. They had
best hurry. Daddy walked in every night at twenty after
twelve. They were dumb to go out drinking and dancing
in a tight community anyway. It was as if Mom wanted to
get busted, or simply didn't care. She looked easy. She
didn't have panties on.
Someone was bound to notice that. I've been to night
clubs and functions were couples danced, and I've seen
how some guys will cup a woman's ass, squeezing,
pulling their loins together, bunching up the already
short skirt until panties showed. Mom always made
comments about that rude, disgusting, and animalistic
behavior.
Bob was the type to dance that way. Mom now looked the
type to want it. They were headed to a low class dive
to show off her pussy. I overheard that much. I
pictured her out in the parking lot fucking rednecks in
the back of a pick-up truck. I could see that holding
up the show. Since she'd never done that before,
pulling trains was probably more important than
breaking in a virgin daughter. The virgin will always
keep. You can't tell a horny virgin armed with a hair
brush that.
I was just about to take matters into my own hands when
I heard Bob's truck... then another... then a car of
some kind. I heard eight doors open and shut. At the
time, I had tossed my hair brush in the corner and was
wailing on my pussy, getting it good and ready so I
didn't give all those doors much thought. Mom and Bob
could have arrived home at the same time as two
neighbors. Anyway, I wasn't thinking about that. My
rapist was here and I was ready to rape him...until I
heard all those unfamiliar voices in the house headed
toward my dark bedroom.
I pulled the covers up to my neck with wet, sticky
hands and pretended to be sound asleep with my heart
pounding a mile a minute. My door opened. The light
went on, and ten people moved in and circled my bed -
oh shit!
I heard zippers, button flies, belt buckles, and pants
dropping all around me as Mom said, "There she is,
gentlemen, Sleeping Beauty. Remember, behave
yourselves. This is virgin stuff and it had best remain
virgin stuff. Bob, give me your word before we do
this."
That was a big relief, but do what? I still feigned
sleep but was all ears to hear if Bob was a man of his
word. Actually, I wouldn't know if Bob was a man of his
word until after hearing his word and then after they
were done doing what they came to do. The only thing I
knew was that these men needed their pants down to do
it. To a thirteen-year-old virgin, that's pretty
ominous, even a horny one.
Bob assured her that he could whip every ass in the
room if need be, and that his word was his bond. That
was good enough for Mom. She took hold of my covers
while saying, "Jennifer, I know you're awake, so open
your eyes and look around."
I gulped, opened my eyes, and had a look around. I
looked from one grinning redneck cock to another. Most
were pressed close to my bed, leaning in. I could have
touched most of those hard cocks without sitting up. I
felt like a bunny in a wolf's den. I felt like a little
virgin at a child molester's convention. I felt fucked.
I looked to Mom like I was fucked. She smiled and said,
"Don't be bashful. These men want to see how sexy you
are. Just lie there and open your legs wide for them.
Nothing is going to happen. You may get a little wet."
A little wet. I knew what one dick could do. Nine could
drown a bitch. My covers slowly came down. First my
tits popped out, drawing rave reviews. Mom had to say,
"No touching," before going on, but not before half of
them touched. Bob added his emphasis to the no-touching
rule. I appreciated that as the covers uncovered more
of my flesh. By the time my pussy hairs were drawing
comments, this little girl was about to piss herself.
My legs were clamped so tightly I could bust walnuts.
She then whipped the covers completely free and I
pissed myself. I really did, not much, but enough that
everyone noticed and laughed. I had sent a squirt
arching out of my squeezed slit to land at my knees.
They could see my legs could not possibly part on their
own, and Mom couldn't budge them, so Bob stepped to the
foot of the bed, took two ankles, dragged my virgin ass
closer to the foot of the bed, then made a wish.
Fuck, what a rush. He made my cunt gulp air and then he
slid those huge paws of his to my knees and made them
go out to the extreme, pressing them firmly to my
mattress in line with my hip bones, my legs bent
sharply at the knee.
He had me laid out like a lab frog when he told me to
remain that way. He kissed my cunt to make me relax.
Good try; no cookie. He almost got a mouthful of piss,
though. That did work to keep me wide and in place, and
there I remained while all those men talked nasty about
me and jacked off. Those at the foot of my bed had
climbed on and were hovered over my beaver. Eight men
were in a tight ring around me. Bob and Mom stood back,
overseeing this circle jerk. That's what they called
it, a circle jerk. Fitting name, I thought.
I also thought I could just lie there checking out all
the cocks and balls. I saw lots of good training cocks.
A couple that were for the advanced class, and one
other virgin splitter. Mom told me to play with my
pussy and inspire the men. I didn't think they needed
any inspiration. I sure didn't want to masturbate in
front of all those men. I would have trouble doing that
in front of Mom and Bob. The next time she made the
suggestion an order. My obedient but bashful hands went
south.
My hands were in it but my heart wasn't. Mom said,
"Show these men what a hot and horny cunt you are,
Jennifer. Show them how a slut frigs off. Let them see
how badly you want their cocks in your cunt, fucking
your cunt, cumming in your cunt, cumming all over your
sexy young body."
Shit! I felt like saying, "Mom, you are inspiring these
men to see if Bob can whip them all. I don't think he
can." I didn't say anything. I was in shock. I couldn't
believe she would tell me to act that way. I knew she
had to unvirgin me, but shit. This was a crash course.
I must admit, her vulgar directions got through to my
hands. My hands put my heart in it. I looked like I
wanted it pretty badly.
The first to fall to my virgin charms was the guy with
the virgin splitter who was poised between my legs,
rubbing the head of his cock on my fingers, and in
pussy flesh when I made room. This was a no no, but Mom
permitted it. I liked feeling the large rubbery head
between the lips of my pussy, so I pulled those lips
wide and let him at it.
That did it. He blasted off, creaming my slit. The
second squirt went right up me when he pressed the head
of his dick to my hole. He then pulled up and sent a
long, ropy strand up my front to my collar bones, and
another that reached my face. The rest went between my
legs, and he ended by milking his dick inside my pussy
with a little bit more than just the head in. This
nasty business triggered one cock on my left and two on
my right. Between them, they soiled the fuck out of me
- mostly my face and tits. The rest wanted to pace
themselves.
One who hadn't cum but said he was ready changed places
with Tripod. He worked his cock through the mess and
took a few unauthorized dips inside. Mom felt the need
to caution them again. She said, "You can bury the head
and jack off inside if you'd like, but there will be no
balls-to-the-butt fucking."
Balls-to-the-butt fucking. There was a phrase I never
thought I'd hear coming out of my mother at a circle
jerk. Daddy would shit. The guy took her up on the
offer and buried enough to dent my hymen while leaving
enough out to jack off with. His fist pounded my sloppy
twat while I held the lips wide. I enjoyed that, and I
loved being cummed in.
The other three cummed in my pussy, one after the
other, and then they began another round after beers
all around. I was one wet, sloppy, sticky bitch, but I
got to drink beer like a grown-up.
For the second round, Mom placed me on my belly, which
completely fucked up my sheets. I then had to bring my
legs in, offering up my butt. I thought, here we go,
balls-to-the-pussy fucking, but my asshole was off
limits. Same rules applied. This time, they all jacked
off in my pussy. This took a while and I kept eyeing
the clock on my night stand. At the stroke of midnight,
I reminded Mom that she was married to a man who always
arrived home at twenty after when he worked swings.
She let one more have me and then ushered them out
hurriedly at ten after, leaving me to lie in the most
fucked up bed you can imagine. If Daddy came to give me
a kiss on my forehead as he sometimes did, the stench
of fuck coming from under my covers would knock him
over. Jig's up. Everyone out of the pool.
Fortunately, he arrived to a quiet house. We got
through day two, but I spent all of my day three school
day worrying about sperm, my future, my mother, my
Daddy, wishing I weren't so god damn sexy that men
can't resist me. After the night I spent, I felt like
the poster child for child molesting, or the goddess of
fucking. I felt like a fuck rag is what I felt like. I
sat there like a cum dump wondering why men (and some
women) love to degrade, humiliate, and hurt a little
girl so much.
By the time I arrived home, I was in no mood to play
their vulgar games. They could see that and they left
me alone. They tried to get me to lighten up. Mom tried
to talk to me, but Bob told her to let me think it
through. They went off and played in the guest room. I
thought it through. Before bedtime, they could see I
had thought things through and I'd be okay.
I had that playful gleam back in my eyes. Mom teased a
nipple at my lips and I gave it a friendly bite. Bob
took his hard cock and glossed my lips for me, then
stood back and said, "There, now she looks like a whore
again."
While they had been in the bedroom, I had divested
myself of panties and had myself a good cum. That put
the gleam back in my eyes. After Bob glossed my lips
and stepped back, I felt like topping that, so I leaned
back in my chair, and pulled my skirt up. I laid my
beaver wide, saying, "Gloss these lips if you want to
see a whore again."
They both smiled as Bob stepped up, assumed a squat,
and did just that. He even forced the head in which
made my cunt lips go wafer thin. He glossed some more
and took a few more dips before stepping back to eye
the difference with Mom. He said, "Now, that looks like
a whore's cunt, don't you think?"
"Yes, it certainly looks that way. I think she's ready,
Bob, but I'd like to see more evidence before you begin
using her like a whore. She is my daughter, you know. I
have to be certain."
"You just tell me when."
So, you see, when I turned in that night, I expected
them to come in and do something. I was asleep when
they did. I awoke being dragged by my ankle to a new
position, being accused of spying again. I thought,
"This is it." That's when Mom mounted me in reverse and
placed her pussy over my mouth for observational
intercourse. That turned out to be shockingly nasty
business, something I never expected from them. I mean,
fucking over a daughter's face, that's sick.
They left putting the ball in my court. I had a choice
between whippings and fuckings or watching their sex
up-close and personal. I sensed they wanted me to
choose watching up close. Someone had that kink. I
wasn't sure who, but I suspected Bob. I sensed that Mom
went along, but her heart wasn't in it. Mom wasn't the
sick type, although she was the horny type that loved
sex with a well-hung stud.
Having undergone the kinky experience, I knew I could
scratch that itch, but curiosity grew. I wanted to know
what the fuck was going on. Something just wasn't
right. For one thing, they were way too careless, as
though being caught wouldn't be that big a deal.
I laid there with fuck drying on my face, trying to
sort it all out. I had plenty of clues but had never
taken the time to piece them all together. When I did,
a clear and shocking image emerged. Daddy was behind it
all. He hired Bob to seduce Mom. She got on board, told
Dad she was on board, and they were all moving little
ole me into serving as a whore, scratching Daddy's
kinks. Fucking over my face and watching circle jerks
and lesbian sex between a mother and daughter were high
on his list, but he also wanted me to get knocked up.
I waited until he arrived home, gave them ten minutes
to get caught up, then went to their bedroom naked,
caked with fuck. They were all three on the bed. Dad
was still in his work clothes, but Mom and Bob were
naked. They were stunned to see me.
I folded my arms and said, "I know what's going on.
Daddy, you're sick. Mom, you're a slut. Bob, you can go
home, now. I'm putting you on your feet and putting
your feet out of my house. Get your things and go right
now or I'm calling the police."
My parents turned ghostly white. Bob waited a few
seconds to see if they'd try to handle me, then he got
up and left the room. They weren't going to talk until
I did. My mention of the word police let all the air
out of their pervert balloons.
I finally said, "I am going to take a hot shower, then
I am climbing into bed with you two child molesters.
We'll work something out, but there will be no babies,
or whipping, or circle jerks in my future. If you can
live with that, I think we can have fun. If you can't,
and you ever try to pull a stunt like this again, I
know how to work a phone."
I then turned and left the room. Bob was leaving the
house. I had mixed feelings about that, but he was a
bad influence on Mom. Maybe some day when she is more
mature, she can handle it. As for my folks, they
learned how to play nice - messy, but nice. At least
they knew who was in charge in the bedroom.
The End
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