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The Reunion
By: Phil Phantom (address withheld)

***

A couple and their children have their home invaded by 
a bully from the couple's high school days. He's a 
dominant personality to their submissive ones and he 
soon takes over the whole family fore his own pleasure. 
(MFmf, ped, bi, inc, voy, d/s, bd, preg)

***

Jenny and I knew that one day we'd have to deal with 
her past. Brent Hightower was always lurking in the 
backs of our minds. Brent was the school bully, a jock, 
and Jenny's boyfriend in high school. She was the 
cutest girl in my sophomore class when Brent was a 
senior. 

He dropped out of school to join the army. He went to 
Vietnam and stayed for three tours. I started dating 
Jenny in our senior year despite the reputation she'd 
earned after six months as Brent's girl. She wrote 
Brent a Dear John letter and we married right after 
graduation.

We moved far away and lived in fear of Brent's return. 
We only stayed in contact with our immediate families 
back home. In time, we relaxed, but anxiety was always 
there. 

Jenny put me through college. Afterwards, I supported 
her and we had three kids. I got a good job. She became 
a wonderful housewife and mother. After twenty years, 
we had just about put Brent out of our minds. 

We returned to our hometown for a family reunion after 
learning that Brent was stationed in Germany, a career 
army sergeant. We met many of our old friends, had a 
great time, and returned to the west coast.

One year later, Brent showed up on our doorstep. It 
wasn't totally unexpected. While home, we learned that 
Brent hadn't forgotten Jenny, had never married, and 
was determined to find us. After his discharge, he 
headed for California. 

Jenny and I never talked about her past with Brent. I 
never tried to find out how much of what I'd heard was 
true. She never offered information. She was not the 
same girl with me that she'd been with Brent. The one 
thing I knew was that she married me because I was a 
submissive personality, like her. 

She confided in me that she had no control under a 
domineering man. I also knew that a secret part of her 
longed for that uncontrolled submission to raw male 
power. We both had our secrets and respected each 
other's private fantasy lives. We actually had two sex 
lives. We had rather tame sex as normal couples do, but 
we both masturbated frequently, always in private 
fantasizing about another sex life entirely. 

I knew about Jenny's rather large collection of smut 
books and dildos. She kept them locked in a suitcase in 
the sewing room. I had several opportunities to browse 
her collection after she'd carelessly left her suitcase 
unlocked. 

I was shocked by the things I saw. Heavy bondage and 
gang rape was the most popular theme, but she also had 
many books on incest, pedophelia, and bestiality. It 
was hard to imagine my sweet gental Jenny thinking of 
such things, much less getting off on them.

As for me, my fantasies tended to center on Jenny and 
her imagined infidelity. I pictured Jenny screwing 
every male that came into our life. To my knowledge, 
however, I doubt that she'd ever been unfaithful to me. 

I hinted enough that I'd understand if she ever took a 
lover. She'd blush at such hints, but would deny the 
desire. Later in our marriage, after she realized what 
my fantasies were, she'd only smile and say, "Maybe, if 
the right guy came along."

In the summer of '92, Jenny and I were thirty eight. 
Barbara, our daughter, was just turning sixteen and as 
beautiful as her mother at that age. Brad was fourteen, 
and Tommy was twelve. Barbara was quiet, demure, 
petite, and submissive like Jenny and I. Tommy was also 
shy and quiet. 

Brad, however, was very outgoing and difficult to 
control. He was bursting with hormones and gave Barbara 
a difficult time. Jenny, too, complained about his 
language and the way he treated her. She caught him 
trying to jimmy the lock on her suitcase once.

She also frequently found her and Barbara's used 
panties in his room, soiled with dried semen. She 
wanted me to talk to Brad about this, but I kept 
putting it off. Brent's arrival made the discussion a 
moot point. 

Brent arrived late one June afternoon, just before I 
arrived home from work. His duffel bag was just inside 
the entryway. He was sprawled in my easy chair, smoking 
a cigar. Jenny was bringing him a fresh drink when I 
entered. He hadn't changed much. If anything, he looked 
bigger and more rugged. 

Jenny turned sheepish eyes on me as I surveyed the 
scene. Tommy was at his feet, looking up at him like he 
was some kind of super hero. Tommy beamed, "Look, Dad, 
it's Uncle Brent! He was in the war and killed a whole 
bunch of commies."

I set my briefcase down and said, "Hello, Brent."

Brent smiled, flicked ashes on the carpet, and said, 
"Hello yourself, Shrimp. Jenny, here, just invited me 
to stay with you this summer. How about taking my gear 
into the bedroom."

I looked at Jenny. We had no guest room. I couldn't put 
Barbara in with the boys. The garage was unsuitable. 
Jenny, as though reading my mind, said, "Just put it in 
our room. We'll figure something out later."

I couldn't lift his bag. I dragged it to our bedroom, 
then returned to the living room. Barbara and Brad came 
home shortly thereafter. Brent made a big fuss over 
Barbara, making her pose and turn. She blushed 
continually. 

Brent entertained us with his barbaric adventures on 
battlefields, in bars, and in whore houses. We were all 
shocked at the language he used and at the things he 
said. I got the impression from his stories that Green 
Berets did more fucking than fighting. Brad and Tommy 
thought he was cool and hung on his every word. Barbara 
was frightened by him. Jenny had a curious nervous glow 
about her. I was just plain scared shitless. 

The sexual tension between Brent and Jenny was obvious 
from the start. His eyes rarely left her, and I caught 
her eyes wandering constantly from his massive chest 
showing through his open shirt to his large crotch 
bulge under the camouflage pants. 

Whenever Jenny came close, he'd reach out and smack or 
pinch her ass. At first, she'd react modestly, blushing 
profusely, pulling away. After a while though, she 
seemed to go out of her way to move near him, mindless 
of our kids. It wasn't long before she calmly tolerated 
a hand traveling high up her leg, even under her skirt. 
The kids were stunned by her acceptance of this abuse. 
She tried to ignore their questioning looks. 

We've never seen Jenny act improperly in any way. She 
always dressed conservatively, never cursed, and never 
went about in bra and panties as some mothers do. Jenny 
is a small woman, fair complected, with a very pretty 
face and long wavy honey-blond hair. She has a petite, 
sexy figure, tight, but full in the right places with 
long legs. 

Barbara looks exactly like Jenny only her hair is 
straight, long, and dark, and her breasts aren't as 
big. Her figure has developed nicely, but still looks 
immature. She actually looks more like a fourteen-year-
old. Brent gave Barbara a thorough going over with his 
eyes. He might have pawed her, too, but Barbara kept 
her distance.

While Jenny prepared dinner, I had several 
opportunities to corner her. She seemed evasive. All I 
could get out of her was, "What can we do?" or "We'll 
cross that bridge when we come to it."

Several times, I pressed, "Where will he sleep?"

She avoided answering, then after the fourth time I 
asked, she spun around and said, "Where does a six-
hundred pound gorilla sleep? Where the hell do you 
think he's going to sleep? The question you should be 
asking is, where are you going to sleep?"

She turned away before I could speak. I suspected as 
much, but hearing her say it was a shock. It was just 
as well that she turned away, because I couldn't think 
of anything to say. With her back to me, she said, "We 
knew this day would come, Arnold. Now it's here. We'll 
just have to suffer through."

"What about the kids?"

"We can't hide this from the kids. I know Brent. He'll 
enjoy dragging me through the filth in front of them. I 
can't help that; he always gets his way. Frankly, I'm 
surprised he hasn't stripped me naked and taken me in 
the living room in front of the kids already."

I said, "I'm surprised you didn't suggest it."

She spun about and said, "Look, Arnold! I'm no hero, 
and neither are you. I haven't heard a peep out of you 
all afternoon. You wanted me to take a lover; well, you 
got your wish. Don't even think about acting holier-
than-thou with me. If you don't speak out, neither will 
I. 

"As far as I'm concerned, while Brent's here, he's the 
man of the house, and I'm his to do what he will with. 
You and the kids had better adjust. Oh, and one other 
thing. If Brent wants Barbara, and I'm sure he will, 
I'll probably hold her legs apart for him. If you can't 
deal with that, you'd better get brave right now."

I stood in stunned silence while that message sank in. 
I was not feeling any braver, though. Jenny sensed that 
and added, "By the way, he intends to impregnate me 
while he's here. He told me so right in front of Tommy. 
Tommy watched me flush my birth control pills down the 
toilet. He didn't say anything about Barbara, but I 
think she'll get the same treatment. You saw the way he 
looked at her. We won't be getting abortions either. He 
made that quite clear."

I shook my head in silent wonder. I said, "We can 
always run."

"I'm not running from him anymore. I'm tired of living 
in fear. I always thought he'd kill me if he ever found 
me. If all he wants to do is turn me into a breeder for 
his brats, well, I can live with that."

"What about Barbara?"

"I can live with that, too. She can start her life over 
after Brent leaves here. While he's here, though, 
she'll serve Brent, just like me. You'd better get used 
to the idea, Arnold. I think we're going to have 
additions to the family." 

Jenny returned to preparing dinner. I went and sat 
outside on the patio. I needed to think and hide my 
growing erection.

Dinner with Brent was bizarre to say the least. He had 
exhausted his repertoire of fight and fuck stories and 
began reminiscing his high school days. Of course, 
Jenny was the main topic. Our kids heard stories about 
their mother that were unbelievable. 

Throughout the telling, Jenny maintained a deep blush, 
never making eye contact with anyone. I squirmed 
nervously as he described in intimate detail every 
sexual experience she'd had. She never denied anything. 
The rumors I'd heard seemed true. Poor Barbara was 
having a hard time eating. Brad grinned from ear to 
ear, and Tommy smiled innocently.

Besides talking like a barbarian, he ate like one. He 
rarely used a fork, preferring fingers. He made a mess 
where he ate. Brad soon began to mimic him, both in 
actions and speech. He floored us by asking, "How many 
times a week did you fuck her, Uncle Brent?"

Jenny looked up at that comment, as surprised as I at 
our son's words. She, however, made no comment, nor did 
I. We all awaited Brent's answer. Brent smiled and 
said, "Shit, Son, we fucked three times a day and twice 
that on weekends. Ain't that right, sweetpuss?"

Jenny bashfully said, "I suppose. Would you like more 
roast beef?"

Brent leaned back in his chair and crudely groped his 
crotch with a maniacal grin and said, "I think you know 
what I want, don't you?"

"Brent, please, you're embarrassing me."

"Oh, come now, Jenny. Don't tell me you've been trying 
to hide the fact that you're my whore all these years. 
Is that what you've been doing? I don't think you 
fooled Brad. Did she have you fooled, Son?"

Brad smiled and eagerly said, "No way. I knew all 
along."

"How about you, Barbara? Did Mommy fool you?"

Barbara fired back, "My mother is not a whore, Mr. 
Hightower."

"Call me Uncle Brent, sweetheart. And I think you might 
change your tune before the night's out. How about you 
Tommy, my boy? You ever see your mom fucking anyone 
besides your dad?"

"No, never."

"Ever see her naked?"

"Nope!"

"Do you want to?"

Tommy blushed and looked about nervously before saying, 
"Okay, I guess."

"Well, take her clothes off, then. Hell, she won't 
mind. Jenny loves showing off her body. Go on, kid. 
Strip her!"

All eyes were on Tommy, even Jenny's. Tommy looked 
frightened. After a few seconds, Brad volunteered, 
"I'll strip her."

Brent said, "No, you're too eager. Give Tommy the 
privilege. How about it kid? You said you wanted to see 
her naked. Strip her, right here, right now!"

Tommy looked over to his mother. Jenny's eyes cast down 
to her plate. I could see the undeniable flush washing 
over her. Though deeply embarrassed, I knew she wanted 
him to strip her. Tommy said, "You mean do it right 
here at the table?"

"That's right, kid. Strip her buck-assed naked."

He glanced around, ignoring Barbara's dirty look and 
said, "I suppose, if she'll let me."

"She'll let you. Don't worry about that. Go on. Get 
over there and help her out."

Tommy rose cautiously. Barbara said, "Tommy, don't you 
dare!"

Tommy ignored her and cautiously came around to Jenny's 
side of the table. Jenny drew a deep breath as he came 
up beside her. There was a brief pause as they each 
thought about what was about to happen. Timidly, 
Tommy's hands went to the top buttons of Jenny's blouse 
and fumbled with the first button, giving her ample 
opportunity to halt him. When she said nothing, he 
undid the button and immediately started on the next. 
Jenny sat motionless with her arms hanging limply at 
her sides, red as a fire plug. Tommy undid button after 
button until the last one was undone. He moved the 
flaps off her creamy shoulders and slid the sleeves 
down her arms. 

Jenny sat forward to facilitate the blouse's removal. 
Tommy seemed surprised and smiled, tossing it aside. 
With her in her bra, he looked around. Brent nodded. 
Tommy reached for the center clasp of the bra. He had 
difficulty, but it finally gave way. He reverently 
pulled the cup halves free of her breasts. Jenny's 
nipples were puckered and hard. Tiny goose bumps 
circled her nipples.

We all studied Jenny's beautiful white tits. They never 
looked better. Even Barbara looked unabashedly. Tommy 
went for her skirt snap and zipper. Jenny then had to 
make a decision. To go further required her 
cooperation. She had to either lift her ass up or 
stand.

After a moment's hesitation, Jenny stood. The loose 
skirt fell to her feet. Tommy seemed taken aback by 
this sudden display of flesh. He paused. Brad shouted, 
"Drop her fucking panties, Tommy! What are you waiting 
for?"

Tommy hooked her panty waist band, then looked up for 
her okay. Jenny said nothing. Tommy took her silence as 
an okay and drew the panties down her legs, pausing 
briefly when her blond bush came into view. Brad leaned 
forward, resting his elbows on the table as Tommy 
dragged the panties to her feet. 

Jenny assisted by stepping free of her skirt and 
panties. Tommy remained to remove her shoes. When he 
stood, Jenny sat back down. Brad said, "Make her stand 
back up, Uncle Brent."

"If you want a better look, go look. Who's stopping 
you?"

Brad needed no further encouragement. He walked right 
over and knelt by her chair. He grasped her knees and 
firmly twisted her in her seat to face him. He then 
pried her knees out wide, eliciting a groan from Jenny 
as he peered between her legs. Barbara cried out, 
"Brad!"

Brad just said, "What's the matter Barb, jealous?" He 
turned his attention back to Jenny's pussy, imbued with 
the indirect power he derived from Brent. Testing the 
limits, he rudely jammed his middle finger in her hole, 
making Jenny grimace. He wormed it around, sinking 
deeply and said, "What's the matter, Mom? Are you 
bashful?" He continued to physically and verbally abuse 
her, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples, and 
fingering her pussy and asshole.

Brent laughed at Jenny's humiliation. After allowing 
Brad ample time to study his mother's intimate anatomy, 
Brent stood and offered Jenny his hand. She gave hers 
and stood. He led her off to the bedroom. For over an 
hour the sounds of their passionate lovemaking filled 
the house. 

I could not leave my seat. My cock was rock hard. Brad 
and Tommy were at the bedroom door with their ears 
pressed to it. Barbara looked at me and said, "Daddy, 
how can you let him treat Mom that way?"

I said, "Honey, we have no choice."

Barbara got up, stormed past her brothers, went to her 
room, and slammed her door shut. Since her room abuts 
ours, I doubt that she escaped the lewd noise. I could 
not help but wonder what she did in her room. When she 
returned thirty minutes later, she had a look about her 
that I'd never seen before. It was the look of arousal. 
She returned during one of their intermissions. 

I was still at the table. The boys were still sitting 
on the floor at the bedroom door. Barbara joined me. 
She looked like Jenny after a good climax, flushed and 
slightly sweaty. Her anxiety was gone. As the sounds 
resumed, and Jenny became quite vocal, shouting "Fuck 
me, Brent!" Barbara said, "I guess Mom is a whore after 
all, isn't she?"

I said, "It certainly appears that way."

"You don't seem too upset."

"I've suspected as much."

"Do you still love her?"

"Yes! I'll always love her, Barbara."

Barbara glanced down the hall at the bedroom door as 
Jenny's cries grew louder. She said, "I do too. I sure 
hope Brad doesn't start treating her like a whore, 
though. I couldn't believe he did that, or that Mom let 
him."

"He already is treating her like a whore."

"Yeah, I guess. I think that Brent guy gets off on it, 
don't you?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Dad, do you think he might try something with me?"

"Who, Brad or Brent?"

"Brent! Brad better not ever touch me."

"But Brent can?"

"Well, we can't stop him, can we?"

"No, I suppose not."

"Well, do you think he will...you know?"

"I wouldn't put it past him."

"Do you think I might be next?"

"I doubt it, not right away, anyway. Even Brent needs 
to rest-up."

"I'm a virgin, you know."

"I figured you were."

"What should I do... you know... if he tries it?"

"Try to relax."

"You mean, let him do it?"

"I don't think you could stop him, do you?"

"What about you and Mom?"

"I'm afraid we can't help you, Barbara. I'm sorry."

"That's okay. I understand." She sat pensively for a 
few minutes, then said, "I sure hope he doesn't strip 
me in front of Brad and Tommy like he did Mom."

"What about me?"

"Well, you either, but them mostly. Do you think he 
will?"

"I think there's a good chance he will, yes."

"Wow! That will be the hardest part, I think. It's kind 
of scary, you know, doing it. Mom sure seems to like 
it, though." She blushed, then said, "I'm sorry. That 
sounded bad, didn't it?"

"It sounded honest."

She smiled bashfully then said, "In a way, if he's 
going to do it, I hope he'll hurry up and get it over 
with. That sounds bad, doesn't it?"

"No, I can understand how you must feel. The wait is 
the worst part. Frankly, I'm glad you're taking this so 
well. It's a sign of maturity."

"Really! It just makes sense. I mean, if he's 
eventually going to do it anyway, why put it off?"

"Exactly."

"You know, I could make myself look less like a little 
kid. I can look grown up if I try. If I didn't look 
like a little kid, do you think he might make his move 
a little faster... you know, to get it over with?"

"I would think so."

"I thought about putting on a sexier dress, you know 
that red knit one Mom hates to see me in."

"I know the one, and I don't think she'd hate to see 
you in it now."

"Why not?"

"I think it would relieve her mind. She knows what's in 
store for you. If she saw you in that dress, she'd know 
you were resigned to your fate."

"Do you want me to put it on? I will."

"It's up to you, dear. If you do, don't wear bra or 
panties. If you're going to send a message, you may as 
well send a good one."

"Wow! This is so weird. Okay, I'll do it." 

With that, Barbara got up and dashed to her room. She 
breezed past Brad and Tommy. I heard her say, 
"Perverts" in passing. She emerged five minutes later. 
She looked stunning. She returned with a sexy sway to 
her youthful hips, turned in place, and sat. I said, 
"Hey, you look dynamite."

"God, I feel so nasty without underwear. Do you think 
he'll like it?"

"Yes, I'm quite certain he will. Are you sure you're 
ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be. You can really tell that I'm 
not wearing a bra, can't you?"

"Yes, and if you aren't careful how you sit, you can 
tell you have no panties on either."

Barbara sat with her knees facing me and looked down. 
Her hemline cut her thighs just inches shy of her 
crotch. Her legs parted a few inches as she glanced 
down. I was treated to a peek at her lightly-downed 
labia lips. She held the pose and said, "Yeah, I guess 
you're right. If I sit like this, can you see anything 
from where you're sitting?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I can see plenty."

"Does it look sexy, or just slate?"

"To tell you the truth, a little of both."

She smiled, and said, "You know what's weird. I know 
you can see my vagina, but it doesn't bother me like I 
always thought it would."

I smiled and patted her knee. I said, "I think you're 
getting yourself aroused, young lady."

"Is that bad?"

"No, not if you plan on getting laid. It will go easier 
if you're turned on."

"Well it ought to go real easy then, because I am 
definitely turned on. God! Why is it taking them so 
long?"

"Relax, sweetheart. Your turn will come soon enough."

"God! Now I even sound like a slut, don't I?"

"Be honest. You can't wait, can you?"

She smiled wryly and said, "No, I can't. I'm horny. You 
knew all along, didn't you?"

"I suspected."

"Shit! He's going to see right through me, so will 
Mom."

"I think so, but why hide it?"

"It's not so much them I'm worried about; it's those 
two." She indicated by a flip of her head the two boys 
down the hall behind her, still at the door.

I said, "Who cares what they think, Barbara?"

"I'll never live this down, Daddy. You don't know Brad 
like I do. You should have seen the look he gave me 
when I went past him in this dress. They looked up my 
skirt."

"I saw. He liked what he saw, so did Tommy."

"Yeah, well, they're not getting any if I can help it."

"You may not be able to help it."

"You mean Brent might want me to... oh no... no way... 
not Brad and Tommy."

"He might."

"Oh, shit! Is he like a pervert or something?"

"What do you think?"

"I think he is."

"Are you still turned on?"

"Can't you tell. You keep checking."

"Maybe perversion runs in the family. I'm turned on 
just thinking about it."

Barbara looked at the obvious bulge in my pants and 
smiled. Her hand went to the front of her skirt's hem. 
She drew it up past her mound, widened her knees, and 
ran her index finger through her wet slit. She pouted, 
"Silly me. I thought it was looking at my vagina that 
did that to you."

I boldly leaned forward and cupped her sex, saying, "It 
certainly helped." 

She smiled and widened her thighs, lifting her pelvis 
into my palm. I entered her tiny hole with my middle 
finger and felt her stretched hymen just as Jenny 
reached a loud climax in the bedroom. I said, "Try not 
to be too bashful. I'm looking forward to seeing you in 
your birthday suit. You are a lovely young lady, 
Barbara." I slipped another finger inside, saying, "It 
wouldn't have to stretch this a little."

"You better stretch it a lot more. Uncle Brent looks 
really big." I forced another finger inside while 
Barbara grit her teeth and grunted. Her pussy felt 
marvelous. Oddly, it wasn't my cock I imagined plowing 
it's depths; it was Brent's. I'd never thought of 
Barbara in my fantasies, but I did then. 

I also imagined her nine months pregnant with Brent's 
bastard child and my cock gave a lurch. Barbara was 
adjusting to my three fingers. She was exceedingly wet 
and receptive. I knew Brent was in for a rare treat.

Just then, the bedroom door opened. We drew apart. 
Barbara quickly adjusted her skirt. I sat back. Brad 
and Tommy scooted free of the doorway. Jenny emerged 
first, still nude, followed by Brent, also nude. He 
held her by the scruff of her neck in his powerful left 
hand, guiding her toward us as the boys ran ahead to 
view the spectacle from the front. 

Brent's semi-rigid, wet cock dangled and swayed between 
his hairy muscled thighs with each step. As he neared 
us, my eyes could not resist staring at it. It was a 
magnificent piece of work, eight inches long and 
thicker soft than mine was fully erect. The skin looked 
silky smooth and he had a nicely formed little helmet. 
His balls were enormous. I could not blame Jenny for 
falling under his spell.

Jenny looked like a fresh-fucked whore. Her hair was 
sticking to her face. Her body glistened with sweat. 
Semen poured from her raw gaping cunt and cascaded down 
her inner thighs. The boys gawked at the mess Brent 
made of her pussy. Brad, especially, enjoyed the sight, 
bending to peer between her legs as they stopped before 
me. He said, "Wow, Uncle Brent really fucked the shit 
out of Mom!"

Jenny was beyond embarrassment. In fact, she seemed to 
take delight in her lewd exhibition. Brent had come to 
a halt beside Barbara's chair, draping a heavy arm 
around her neck. The weight pulled her head towards his 
crotch. Barbara stiffened at first, but slowly relaxed. 
Her head went closer. 

Brent put his hand on her head and guided it to his 
crotch. Her left cheek came to rest on his pubic mat. 
Her nose hooked over the base of his cock. Brent 
presented me with a bizarre spectacle and said, "You 
stole my cunt twenty years ago, Shrimp. I'm willing to 
let that slide. Jenny probably never told you that she 
gave me her twat. I claim it and everything connected 
to it, including everything that has emerged from it. 
That means your kids belong to me. 

"From now on, they will call me Daddy, and they can 
call you Arnold, Shrimp, or whatever pleases them. 
Furthermore, you get no more free pussy from Jenny. 
She'll cost you one-hundred bucks for a short time. 
Take it or leave it."

I nodded meekly. Brad laughed and said, "Hey, Barb, how 
does it smell down there. That's Mom's nasty pussy 
juice you're smelling."

Brent told Jenny to sit on the table and lie back. She 
pleaded but complied. He made her draw her legs open 
and back, then stepped over and motioned Brad in. Brad 
got between her legs and followed Brent's finger. Brent 
urged him to look closer and closer. 

When Brad's head was less than six inches from her 
gaping cunt, Brent shoved his head in tight to her 
cunt, sealing his face against her pussy. Jenny cried 
out. Brad struggled uselessly. Brent taunted, "You show 
respect for your mother, even if she is a whore, 
understand, boy?"

With that, he let go. Brad fell back on his ass, rising 
on straight arms, his face smeared with semen and fuck 
juices. He stared back at Brent in complete shock. 
Brent told me to kneel between her legs. I got up and 
knelt. I knew what was coming. He said, "Clean this 
bitch's twat and legs, Shrimp." 

I started with the runs that were lowest on her calves 
and lapped up their combined juices until I got to her 
pussy. Jenny got to an upright posture to watch me eat 
her pussy. Since oral sex was something we'd never 
done, it was quite a thrill for her. I did my best to 
make it more thrilling. 

Behind me, I could hear Brent instructing Barbara in 
giving him head. Jenny kept glancing past me to the 
sight, growing more excited with every lap of my 
tongue. The boys feasted their eyes on the duel 
spectacle, going from one couple to the other, poking 
their heads in for good views. 

I brought Jenny to a climax, gave her a few good licks 
for good measure, then turned to watch Barbara. She was 
on her knees with her mouth stuffed with Brent's erect 
cock. It looked to be eleven inches long and as thick 
as a child's forearm. 

She pumped the shaft with one hand and cupped his balls 
with the other. Brad was beside her, grinning with his 
face near hers. He looked up to Brent and said, "Daddy, 
are you going to shoot off in her mouth and make her 
swallow it?"

Brent pushed Barbara's head off with a sucking pop. 
Barbara looked surprised. He lifted her to her feet and 
pushed her into Brad's arms, saying, "Why don't you and 
Tommy take her into my bedroom and tie her up for 
fucking. Be creative." He turned to Jenny and said, 
"You go with them and supervise. I need to have a 
little talk with hubby."

Jenny got down and followed them. Barbara kept glancing 
back to me as Brad dragged her along. When they were 
out of sight, Brent pulled up the chair Barbara had 
vacated. I took my seat. He smiled, and said, "Look, 
Arnold. I know you're getting off on this. Jenny told 
me of your little kink. Let's not bullshit each other, 
okay?" I nodded. 

"I won't be here long, three months, six months, tops. 
I've volunteered for a special program sponsored by the 
UN. It involves disarming land mines in third world 
countries. Those nasty fuckers are everywhere by the 
tens of thousands. Little kids are getting killed and 
maimed every day. I can't take retirement. I've got no 
family, nothing much to live for. 

"I won't survive long doing that kind of work. It's a 
numbers game. It's not if you fuck up, but when. I 
might last a year, maybe two, but one day... BOOM, no 
more Brent. Don't give me those phony sad eyes. I'm not 
looking for sympathy. If it matters to you, I'll tell 
you what I want here."

We were interrupted by Brad. He ran into the dining 
room and retrieved his mother's panties from the floor 
where Tommy took them off. On the way back, he said, 
"She needs a gag."

Brent and I exchanged smiles. I said, "I don't 
understand, Brent. Why would you do this?"

"It's personal. Let's just say I have a lot to atone 
for. The point is, I want my last days here to be my 
best. I want to experience everything sexual I've ever 
dreamed of, with the girl I've always dreamed of. I 
also want to leave a kid or two behind. She told you of 
my plans to knock her up. I plan to knock Barbara up, 
too. Furthermore, I want those kids carried full term. 
If you or anyone else interferes, there will be hell to 
pay."

"Jenny is resigned to bear your kids, Brent. She even 
wants Barbara involved. I won't interfere."

"Good, I didn't think you would. I'm going to leave you 
to raise my kids, Arnold. I have two-hundred thousand 
dollars in life insurance. I'm making Jenny the 
beneficiary. The UN will add another hundred grand. I 
want my kids to know that I'm their father. I want them 
christened, Hightower."

"We'll do that, Brent."

"You're a good man, Arnold. You realize of course, that 
I'm going to use the shit out of your family for a 
while."

"You made that quite plain."

"I've just begun. You might get off on it; you might 
not. It might get old. Don't be a hero, okay? Grin and 
bear it."

"I'll be okay. You haven't heard a complaint yet."

"No, but you haven't seen your little girl squirming on 
the end of my dick, either. I have plans for that kid. 
You might not like them."

"Don't be too sure."

"You interested in fucking her?"

"The thought has crossed my mind."

"Are you willing to pay two-hundred bucks a pop. I need 
some mad money."

"That sounds reasonable to me. Just to keep peace in 
the family, how about upping the price of Jenny to 
match it. We can afford it."

Brent smiled, patted my shoulder, and said, "I always 
liked you, Shrimp. Okay, it's two bills. Look, Jenny 
don't know about the UN deal. She thinks I'm here to 
stay. She thinks she and Barbara are going to be 
pumping out kids for years. Let's leave her to think 
that, okay? She's getting off on the idea."

"Yes, I could tell."

"Well, they should have little Barbara all set. Want to 
watch?"

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Just for appearances, what say I have them strip you 
and tie you to a chair?"

"Sounds kinky. I think they'd like that."

"All right, from now on, I'm treating you like dog 
meat. As far as I'm concerned, we never had this 
conversation."

"I understand. Oh, and Brent, I really got off on 
cleaning up after you."

"Yeah, it looked that way. You could act a little less 
enthusiastic... you know, just for show."

"Yeah, right. Sorry. I'll try."

"You ever suck a guy off, Shrimp?"

"No, never."

"You will. Come on, maybe after I'm through pounding 
Barbara's cunt, I'll set her on your pecker. See if you 
can't work up a good hard-on while you're watching."

"That will be no problem. She's hot for you, or 
couldn't you tell."

"I noticed. She's just like her mother."

Brent shoved me through the door. I regained my balance 
and saw what they'd done to Barbara. She was naked, 
tied spread eagle to our bed. They'd placed two pillows 
under her ass. 

Brad and Jenny were each tying a length of pantyhose to 
each of Barbara's knees, drawing her knees out fully 
and tying the ends to the bed frame. Jenny's panties 
had been stuffed in her mouth and secured with nylon 
hose. Barbara struggled and strained at her bonds, 
raising her sweating head to look about with eyes 
bugged out. She was obviously having second thoughts 
about losing her virginity. 

Brent propelled me to the foot of the bed. We gazed on 
her wide open spread. Brent taunted, "Get a good look 
at your virgin daughter, Shrimp. She won't be a virgin 
much longer. Jenny, Brad, strip him and tie him to a 
chair. I don't want him getting heroic once I get 
started."

Brad ran for the chair. Jenny came over and started 
unbuttoning my shirt. While working, she whispered, 
"I'm sorry, Arnold. You know I have to do this. I had a 
talk with Jenny. She understands the situation. She's 
just nervous right now." She drew off my shirt and 
pulled my undershirt over my head. 

Brad returned with the chair and set it beside the bed 
by Barbara's hips. Jenny removed my shoes, then dropped 
my pants and shorts. I stepped free, naked. Brad led me 
to the chair and tied my hands behind the chair back. 
He also tied my ankles to the front legs. My dick 
started to stand as soon as Brent knelt on the end of 
the bed.

The boys got on each side and watched Brent advance on 
his knees, fisting his growing erection. Brent called 
Jenny over and told her to guide his cock into 
Barbara's cunt. 

Jenny knelt beside Barbara's left hip, took hold of 
Brent's cock, and aimed the head at Barbara's open 
cunt. She ran the crown up through our daughter's wet 
lips, then centered the head at her opening. Brent gave 
a shove, Barbara groaned. He shoved harder, she groaned 
louder. The head passed her inner ring of muscle 
tissue. He paused to let her adjust. 

Jenny jacked his shaft and smoothed her other hand over 
Barbara's lower abdomen, offering soothing words. 
Barbara breathed in short shallow breathes, looking 
down at her vulnerable spread, beads of sweat dotting 
her wrinkled brow. My cock ached.

Brent lunged. Barbara squealed into her gag. He broke 
her hymen and was in by half. He paused. Jenny stroked 
the stretched lips surrounding Brent's cock. Brent took 
two more inches and started a slow easy in and out 
sawing motion. Barbara lathered quickly. Pink wetness 
appeared on his shaft. 

He took deeper and longer strokes. Barbara's head 
flailed the mattress as Brent continued to gain deeper 
penetration. Brent remained on his knees to give 
everyone an unhindered view of his cock entering 
Barbara's stretched pussy. 

Her pussy seemed to be chewing on his meat, reluctant 
to let it withdraw. Her lips clung tenaciously to his 
shiny shaft on the outstroke, and puckered inward on 
the instroke. Brent had managed to insert all but the 
last inch. He exclaimed, "Fuck! This is one tight 
pussy. Hang in there, kid. Just one more inch to go."

Barbara shook her head wildly. Brent ignored her and 
pressed in, grasping her hips for leverage. Amazingly, 
his cock went in further. Two more attempts seated him 
fully. He stopped to rest with their pubic hairs mashed 
together.

Throughout the fucking, Tommy kept looking at my dick. 
He seemed as fascinated by it as Jenny and Brad were 
with the fucking. When Brent took a break, Tommy eased 
off the bed and sat on the floor between my knees, 
looking at my cock weeping pre-cum. 

He reached out and touched it. 

My cock jerked. 

He touched it again. 

When I made no comment, he wrapped his fingers around 
the base and squeezed. Jenny looked over from behind 
him and made a puzzled face. She tapped Brent to alert 
him. They watched Tommy bring both hands to play on my 
pulsing meat. 

He was soon jacking me off and moving his face in 
closer. From the other side of the bed we heard Brad 
say, "Go ahead, Tommy, suck Dad off. He likes sucking 
my cock. He's been doing it since he was eight. Do him, 
Tommy; you know you want to."

Tommy needed no further encouragement. He got up over 
my cock and engulfed the head, sucking hard and jacking 
fast. It was all I needed. My cock exploded in his 
mouth. Tommy sucked and swallowed like a pro, milking 
my cock of every last drop. I was awed, so were they. 
He didn't want to stop; he was trying for another. 

Jenny just shook her head with a smile. She returned 
her attentions to their genitals. She dipped her head 
and planted kisses near the juncture. Brent drew out 
all but the head to allow her further access. Jenny 
used this freedom to get her tongue down along where 
his shaft entered her pussy. She laved the area of 
Barbara's pussy and managed to suck on our daughter's 
clit. 

Barbara had recovered significantly. Her head was up. 
She watched her mother licking her stuffed cunt. I 
could see the passion in her eyes. Gone was any sign of 
anxiety. The licking obviously set well with her. She 
let out a pleasant moan every time Jenny fastened on 
her clit. 

While this was going on, Brad played with and sucked 
Barbara's 'B'-cup tits. Brent gradually returned to a 
slow, steady, deep fucking of her cunt. Barbara 
responded to the fucking this time. She had little 
freedom of movement, but I could see her straining to 
meet his strokes. The pace picked up. Jenny got a lick 
in here and there. 

Brad had gotten off the bed and stripped. He returned 
to kneel at Barbara's head, jacking off, aimed at her 
face. Barbara watched with interest and hunger. She 
wanted at that six-inch rod. Her muffled noise got 
Jenny's attention. 

When Jenny saw what Brad was doing, she immediately 
abandoned Barbara's crotch. She went up to Barbara's 
head on hands and knees. Her ass faced me. I had a 
great view of Jenny's dripping, inflamed sex. She took 
Brad's cock fully into her mouth, surprising him. She 
sucked hard on the boy's cock, right over Barbara's 
face. 

Tommy stopped sucking me to peer between his mother's 
legs. Inspired, he reached over and entered her with a 
finger. Jenny wiggled her rear. He pursed all fingers 
at her opening and shoved. His hand went inside her 
well-oiled pussy. 

Jenny stiffened and groaned around Brad's cock as Tommy 
began fist fucking her. I just sat there, totally 
mesmerized by the transformation that had taken place 
in my family members. It was as if a sex fairy waved a 
magic wand and turned everyone into sex-starved 
maniacs.

Barbara was the first to climax, followed by Brad, then 
Jenny. Brent paced himself, waiting until he had 
everyone's attention. In a dramatic finale, with the 
others gathered at Barbara's loins, he gripped her hips 
and pounded her cunt. 

Barbara climaxed again as her cunt filled with sperm. 
Brent's pumping made squishy, sucky noises as he 
continued thrusting. Sperm and cunt juice whipped into 
a milky froth. He shuddered and groaned out the last 
squirts then slowly eased out. 

Jenny dived into the vacated space, gluing her face to 
Barbara's gaping, drooling gash. She climbed over 
Barbara, positioning her knees on the outside of 
Barbara's head. She stopped long enough to tell Brad to 
remove Barbara's gag. 

He removed the gag and Barbara lifted her face into her 
mother's cunt. The two went at each other like 
practiced lesbians while we guys watched. Tommy 
remarked, "Boy, they sure like each other's pussies, 
don't they?"

Brad said, "Man, this is great! I never thought I'd get 
to see this."

We watched the two bring each other to several orgasms. 
While they were engaged, Brent said, "All right you 
guys. I have some rules to lay down. Nobody but me cums 
in their cunts, understand?" Since he addressed me 
also, I nodded along. 

"In fact, I don't want either of you boys even sticking 
your dicks in a pussy. Shrimp, you can fuck pussy, but 
only with a condom, and only after paying cash. By the 
way, I'm raising the price of pussy to two hundred 
bucks. Both are them are too prime to go for one bill." 

Jenny looked over and smiled with a wet face. I 
returned a mock look of anger and frustration. This 
only made her smile broaden. She returned to sucking 
pussy.

Brent went on, addressing the boys, "If you guys want 
off, use their mouths or assholes. You can have those 
anytime you want. Don't worry; they can't say no. If 
either one gives you any shit, just let me know."

This bit of news spurned the girls on to greater 
excitement. They attacked each other's cunts and both 
climaxed together. 

After calming down, Jenny rolled free. Brent ordered 
Barbara released. He picked her up and held her aloft, 
right over my lap. Jenny held my stiff cock up as Brent 
lowered Barbara. She faced me with her legs out wide 
and sank right over my seven-inch dick. It was 
exquisite. 

Brent released her. They all gathered around. Barbara 
sat still for a moment, looking into my face with a 
self-satisfied smile. Brent ordered her not to move 
unless I agreed to pay up. Barbara began at once to 
plead with me to buy her. She said, "Oh, please give 
him the money, Arnold. Your cock is just right. I love 
it! Please fuck me!"

I held out for show, making her plead all the harder. 
Jenny soon joined in. She actually went for my wallet 
and took out two one-hundred dollar bills, saying, "Say 
the word, Arnold."

I held out for several minutes, then nodded. Jenny 
handed Brent the bills and Brent handed Barbara a 
condom, saying, "Put this on him, then give him a ten 
minute ride. If he can't get off in ten minutes, tough 
shit!" Barbara wasted no time. She had me covered and 
mounted in seconds. I came after only three minutes, 
but she remained for the full ten, riding my shrinking 
dick.

**

The next three months were the greatest and most 
bizarre in our lives. The sleeping situation worked 
out, since Jenny and Brent always took at least one kid 
to bed with them and I slept in the empty bed. Sex was 
a constant amusement at our home, with everyone fucking 
everyone else. 

I spent five thousand dollars on pussy in the first 
month. Both Jenny and Barbara got pregnant that first 
month also. As soon as we knew for sure, their pussies 
were made available to us. 

Brad loved fucking his mother and gave her little 
respite. If he had had to pay, he would have easily 
spent fifty-thousand dollars on Jenny alone. Luckily, 
both were free to the boys. 

Tommy rarely availed himself of pussy, preferring cock, 
mine or Brent's. He even took it up the ass like a pro. 
Brent was with us for three months, then shipped out 
without warning. My family was depressed by his 
departure. I explained the situation.

In the spring of '93 we were blessed with two new 
family members--Brent Hightower Jr. and Christa 
Hightower. Jenny gave birth to the boy, Barbara had the 
girl. In April of '94, we got a check for three-hundred 
thousand dollars. 

I placed the money in a trust fund for Brent's 
children. A picture of a younger Brent in his Green 
Beret uniform, receiving the Congressional Medal of 
Honor from President Nixon, hangs over our mantle like 
a shrine. A large binder contains hundreds of news 
clippings about the work he did with the UN. He got 
what he wanted. 

THE END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
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