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Playing the Game
by Phil Phantom (pp@philphantom.com)

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Charlene is an attractive 17-year old high school senior 
who has serious doubts about the new man in her divorced 
mother's life. (MF/F-teen, underage, nc, rp, inc, anal, 
1st-lesbian-expr, voy, ws, scat)

***

Charlene knew her new step-father would be serious 
trouble, because he simply was not the type who could 
share a residence with a seventeen-year-old cheerleader 
and not do all in his power to shake her pom poms for 
her. 

Charlene knew the type. He might even resort to rape. 
Charlene warned her mother to hold off getting married, 
just for one more year. In one year, the temptation 
would be gone, but there was no way that man would get 
through one month. 

However, Charlene's mother couldn't wait, either. The 
wedding went down. Charlene's rape went down three weeks 
later.

He came to her in her room, gagged her, stripped her 
naked, bound her face-down, securing wrists and ankles 
to the four corners of her bed, then had his way with 
her luscious body. He fucked her pussy, then moved up 
one hole and fucked her ass, possibly to keep from 
cumming in her pussy, but she wasn't sure that he 
hadn't. It felt like he had, but he kept right on 
fucking her. He just moved up a hole. If he did, in 
fact, cum in her pussy, then move to asshole and keep 
right on fucking, he did, in fact, make a big impression 
on Charlene. No one had had the balls to even cum in her 
pussy before.

He was incredibly big, bigger than Charlene ever 
imagined or experienced, and she had never experienced 
anal sex before. The start was awful, but once he got in 
and made a home for himself, Charlene never felt 
anything like it. Charlene thought there was also 
nothing like having sex in bondage. There was nothing 
like being totally helpless while a very hard and horny 
man had his way with you. 

Charlene tried to hate this rape, and the man raping 
her, but she couldn't. Not really. He was so excited, so 
passionate, and so very masculine. Charlene simply 
couldn't believe how good it felt, and he was in no 
hurry. His pussy-fucking was superb, but his ass-fucking 
was out of this world - unfucking real.

He was also noisy and the flimsy bed made a racket with 
the headboard banging against the wall. Charlene was 
well aware, but he didn't seem to be. Charlene knew they 
were going to get company if he didn't get his head out 
of her ass.

A mother and three younger brothers entered the room 
enmasse, and with them came light. Charlene closed her 
eyes and thought, "Ah fuck!"

Her mother was going, "Hank, you get off of her right 
now! Do you hear me? Hank! HANK!"

Charlene couldn't believe it, but Hank wasn't stopping 
or slowing. He picked up speed and was going for his 
nut. Charlene opened her eyes to see her three brothers 
trying to see better. Bruce, 16; Kevin, 14.5; Mark, 13, 
the brothers three could together easily overpower the 
guy, but they weren't at all interested in joining 
forces for that unworthy cause. They were all trying to 
see her pussy. Her mother was pulling on Hank, yanking 
Hank, but Hank could not be yanked.

Hank kept right on fucking and Charlene found that very 
amusing, and getting raped before an audience made a 
great experience even better. Cheerleaders aren't known 
for being shy or introverted, and Charlene was all 
cheerleader, a classic model, not a shy bone in her 
lovely, near perfect, neat, trim, athletic body. 

Her brothers were a fan club who fought over her worn 
panties. She never bothered throwing them in the hamper. 
She simply tossed them in the boy's room and let them 
fight over a smelly treasure. She did the same thing 
with used tampons.

They saw plenty of good cheerleader pussy, but they 
never tired of seeing more. They saw plenty of a naked 
cheerleader, but that never grows old or stale, except 
to a cheerleader's mother who was very tired of Charlene 
walking around with no clothes on as though she did have 
clothes on. Now, they were seeing a naked cheerleader 
get a royal fucking in the ass, and her mother couldn't 
do a damn thing about it.

Hank stopped going for his nut and fully laid over 
Charlene to begin licking her neck, face, and ear while 
sawing the log in her rear. What balls! What passion! 
What a fucking animal he was! Charlene loved every lick 
and wanted to kiss with him.

As though reading her mind, he removed the gag, turned 
her head, and forced a rapist's soul kiss on her, 
sending a thick tongue half down her throat while her 
mother had a fit. Charlene used her tongue on the tongue 
invader to let him know that she was not having a fit. 
He got that message quick and drew his tongue back to 
see if he got it right.

Her following tongue told him he did get it right. Her 
tongue was soon fully in his mouth. Their tongues were 
playing with each other. She sucked his tongue like a 
dick, then he sucked hers like a dick. He knew she was 
loving his kind of sex, plus she was clenching and 
relaxing her buttocks to make butt fucking feel better. 

That was why he had to kiss her to find out if that was 
what she was trying to convey. He was thrilled to find 
out that it was. After finding that out, the wife was 
just a pesky fly and those boys never were a concern. 
They had all urged him to nail her sexy ass.

He wasn't sure he could trust those boys, but turns out 
he could. The lads knew their sister very well. They 
said she loved a good rape, loved being tied up, and 
especially loved a good butt-fucking after a man with 
balls came in her pussy but kept right on fucking. 
Sounded risky, but they seemed so sure. Kissing was 
believing. 

She certainly held no grudge over a friendly grudge 
fucking. That was what they called it, what she was 
into, grudge fucking. Fuck her like you are pissed at 
her and don't give a shit. He done that real good. Hank 
got up on his knees and did some ass grudge fucking.

Charlene got the stuffings fucked out of her ass, then 
got a load dumped in her ass. To add insult to injury, 
he took a healthy piss up her ass. Charlene could not 
fucking believe the balls, but as her entrails filled 
with urine, she did believe she had to shit real bad. 
Hank had his doubts about relieving himself in a girl, 
but the boys were right about everything else. He gave 
them a thumbs up so they would know he was doing it. 
They all looked pleased. Ethyl wasn't.

"Good lord, Hank, are you taking a piss in my child!"

"Ahhhh... yes, Ethyl, I am taking a piss in your child. 
After a good healthy fuck, I love a good healthy piss. 
Your child is good for both. Just a bit more, you can 
set her free and wipe her ass for her."

Ethyl though, "The nerve of that fucking asshole. Who 
the hell does he think he is?"

Charlene thought, "What a man!"

Bruce thought, "What a fucking moron."

Kevin thought, "What a dope."

Mark thought, "I wonder what that feels like."

Eyhyl thought, "Charlene is never going to forgive me - 
never."

Hank yanked his dick out, wiped it on her ass, then got 
off the bed and went to get a beer. The boys crowded 
Charlene's rear to check out those fuck holes, which 
were in a fuck hole display. Charlene, having been 
pulled to her widely planted knees, stayed that way 
after her rapist departed, giving the boys a view of 
cheerleader they had never seen before, an awe inspiring 
view. Ethyl couldn't budge them, either.

Ethyl gave up trying and instead went to all the knots 
and began setting limbs free, knowing that Charlene must 
need to get on a toilet very badly. Hank did that to her 
once, and she remembered quite well the awful cramping 
and aching need to evacuate bowels. She could see by the 
expression on Charlene's face that she, too, felt the 
need to scoot and squat, and three boys gawking at her 
most privates was nothing to even think about.

Ethyl ignored the boys, knew they'd be no help, and 
helped Charlene to unsteady legs after getting her to 
her feet. Charlene held her butt cheeks together while 
being helped to the bathroom. Boys did, at least, get 
out of their way. Those were the most amused brothers 
she ever saw, and a bathroom door could not be shut on 
them. While Ethyl tried as Charlene sat and dumped. When 
the dumping came, in came the boys to crowd her beaver, 
a beaver they made trying to see her asshole evacuate. 
Ethyl was so outraged at those boys, she had no words, 
just outrage... but that was terribly interesting...very 
interesting...my goodness, absolutely fascinating.

Charlene had never taken a shit for her family before. 
She had no idea they found her asshole or her colon 
contents so fascinating. Then again, her colon had never 
contained so much interesting stuff in such volume. Dump 
was a very good term for what she kept doing. Her lovely 
ass felt like a cum dump and porta potty. A man couldn't 
ask for a better. The great thing about Hank - he didn't 
ask - or say thank you. What a fuckin' animal!

Bruce expressed those same sentiments, but he said it 
out loud when they all thought the show was over, but 
then a massive dump came along equaling all the dumps 
that came before it. Massive relief came with that dump. 
Something gave way. Mark said, "The packed poop dam gave 
way."

Kevin said, "I'll bet that's it. All that stuff got in 
behind the packed poop dam, then kabloowee, thar she 
blows!"

Bruce said, "He sure did pack her poop for her."

Ethyl thought it best to remain silent on the subject, 
but it did look that way to her, too. Ethyl was relieved 
to see Charlene so relieved - relieved and now in a 
relaxed slump, apparently not too upset with an overly 
curious family. She never was very shy or modest, but 
this was entirely different. 

Ethyl knew of no female who could sit through what 
Charlene was sitting through, and be in a relaxed sprawl 
with her legs wide, showing a fucked cunt and ravaged 
butthole as though showing the soles of her feet. Ethyl 
simply could not imagine being able to do what Charlene 
could do, and she made intimate exposure look so easy 
and so natural.

Charlene could not be loving this more. She could see 
the awe in her mother's expressive eyes. She could see 
the fascination in the eyes of her sibling fans. She 
knew she climbed several notches on their esteem poles. 
She wasn't slumped and relaxing, she was basking and 
absorbing.

Hank entered with two beers. One full, one half full and 
being made half empty, but he set that one down, took 
Charlene by the right ankle, and said while putting her 
right ankle over his head, "Here, this cool beer will 
refresh you."

Charlene clung to the toilet bowl in near panic, not 
knowing what the fuck he was up to, until she felt the 
cool glass of a long-necked Coors enter her ass. He 
upended that bottle and shook. What a rush. Cold, 
bubbly, foamy liquid went all through her innards. He 
drew the empty bottle out, gave her leg a good shaking 
to get all that good beer all in and through her colon.

He shook her for a full minute, then set her right, 
pushed her head back and laid another forced soul kiss 
on her. This time Charlene really was in a full slump, 
arms and legs dangling. What a man. Even Ethyl thought, 
'What a man." She didn't say shit about this kiss. Any 
man who could do that to a girl could kiss her anywhere 
and any how he pleased. Besides, Charlene appeared to be 
thinking the very same thing. Ethyl returned to watching 
for the dumps. These dumps were sure to be good, and 
they soon started coming.

Charlene enjoyed the most passionate kiss while getting 
her breasts mauled by rough callused hands - large, 
masculine, working-man's hands, the kind her breasts had 
never known but fell instantly in-love with. They were 
rough hands on a rough man who knew how to manhandle a 
pampered, stuck-up, uppity, full-of-herself cheerleader 
bitch.

When he broke that kiss, he said, "Next time I want a 
fuck, you get naked and go get on that bed. Your momma 
will be along to tie you up like I want you, and you 
ain't gonna give her no shit, are you?"

Ethyl looked up to see if she'd be given any shit. She 
could see she would be given absolutely none, but Hank 
wanted to hear her say it. Charlene said, "No, I won't 
give her any trouble. I promise."

"See that you don't and we'll get along just fine. You 
ain't a bad fuck for a cheerbitch, but you are gonna get 
better, aintcha?"

"Yes! Whatever you say, Hank."

"Damn right. We'll let these boys give you some fuck 
practice. You gotta problem with that?"

"No, no problem."

With that, the man of the house left the bathroom of the 
house to the residents of the house. No one had a thing 
to say. They just watched good dumping, as Charlene did 
good slumping. At least, she finally developed the taste 
for beer.

The boys wanted to exchange high fives but thought 
better of it. They pretended to not be happy about 
having to rape their poor sister. Ethyl was sure they 
must be acting. Charlene was sure she smelled a rat, but 
she liked the way the rat smelled, mostly because her 
mother couldn't smell it.

There was only one person in the house dumber than Hank, 
and she wanted to see a girl poop beerie pooh pooh. She 
was also fascinated by sperm oozing out of a fucked 
pussy. She kept flushing to get clear water for the 
sperm globs to fall into. She would then watch them go 
plop, plop, plop - fascinating.

Charlene found her family fascinating. She never found 
them so fascinating or fascinated by anything. Brothers 
pushing out on limbs had her legs out at right angles 
and that brought the puckered asshole up. Now the cum 
oozed out and flowed on either side of the puckered anal 
rosette to flow down the butt crack and fall off 
somewhere near the tail bone. Two brothers working 
together opened up the cunt. Ethyl was thankful, because 
she was about to. Now, she didn't have to embarrass 
herself.

Charlene felt like saying something snide at this point, 
something like, "Can a girl get a little privacy around 
here?" She felt like it but thought she might get it, so 
she just sat there and watched them watching her, all of 
her, being even more fascinated now that they could see 
all of her, seeing a part of her they had never seen 
before, as very few people ever see inside a 
cheerleader. Charlene could almost see inside a 
cheerleader. What she could see was fascinating, and she 
could see that he did, indeed, cum inside her pussy.

That man had balls, because that is one thing you do not 
do to a cheerleader. Nobody cums in cheerleader pussy. 
Cheerleader can't afford to get knocked up. Nobody wants 
to see a pregnant bitch jumping up and down, going, 
"Give me a B," etceteras, etceteras. Hank obviously 
didn't give a fuck. Charlene found that impressive. Then 
again, Hank could get all the cheerleader pussy he 
wanted, because Hank was Hank and could not be yanked 
off a cheerleader, no way, no how. Hank showed everybody 
that he don't give a fuck.

Charlene smelled a big rat, smelled three, in fact - 
three smiling rats gawking at wide open cheerleader 
pussy and grinning at a cheerleader's royally fucked 
asshole. She wasn't sure how they did it, but was sure 
they did. That was Hank, but Hank under the influence. 
Charlene saw a bit of Bruce, Kevin, and Mark in that 
Hank who couldn't be yanked. She saw Bruce the bondage 
geek, Kevin the butt fucker, and Mark the piss enema 
freak. All they needed was a big, dumb, horny, strong 
man to put it all together and pull it off. Now, here 
she sat allowing them to gloat.

Actually, they pulled it off so well, she didn't mind 
allowing them their victory gloat. She didn't even 
begrudge them the grudge fucks they'd be getting. They 
were good brothers and had been great fans. They 
deserved all the pussy and ass they wanted, and if the 
holes were going to be used, they may as well get some, 
too. She had no desire to make love to any of them, 
anyway. Grudge fucking was fine, in fact, the only way 
she'd want a brother's fuck.

The rats weren't the problem. The mother had always been 
the problem, the spoiler, the stick-in-the-mud, the 
prude, and she didn't appear to be any further problem. 
She had always been, but that seemed behind her, now. 
Something happened to turn her around, something so 
shocking, vulgar, and fascinating that she simply was 
not the same woman. 

This mother saw nothing at all wrong with boys behaving 
this way with a sexy sister who had just been thoroughly 
raped in both holes. No problem. She was just as much a 
party to this crotch gawking party as they were, and if 
they hadn't opened up the cunt, she would have. They 
beat her to it.

There was no apology in this woman. This mother was not 
sorry, not in the least. She was satisfied that the 
daughter finally knew who the man of the house was. This 
daughter now knew her place, and she knew to just sit 
there and let them gawk at her most private privates, 
because it would not be the last time they gathered to 
do that. She had just best get used to it, and she had 
best not give a mother doing her duty any shit - none.

Charlene liked this new mother a lot. This new mother 
seemed to like cheerleader pussy as much as nasty boys 
did. She was like one of them, now. Charlene had a new 
fan in her fan club and the new fan took her position 
right in the center of a leg fan. Charlene knew somebody 
would venture a finger in that yawning pussy and was not 
too surprised when the new fan went first and used the 
two middle fingers. She felt all around, then let the 
junior members have a feel all around. 

The fan club had a leader. The club needed one. They all 
silently agreed that she made a great leader. Any mother 
who would finger a fucked daughter like that was worthy. 
Ethyl decided who went next and when turns were up. That 
was what they needed. The mother was a fair and just 
mother - to sons - fuck the daughter.

Charlene acted like an abused daughter who had to bear 
this insult and indignity. Ethyl liked seeing that. 
Ethyl took courage from that. Ethyl saw surrender in 
that. Ethyl saw no fight, no whining, whimpering, no 
begging, pleading, no playing on a mother's sympathies. 
Ethyl didn't want to have to deal with any of that, just 
resigned surrender. Ethyl could deal with that. Resigned 
surrender, good; anything one should expect, bad. 
Charlene made this very easy on Ethyl, so Ethyl took 
another turn, because that was so much fun.

Ethyl had a blast playing with a pussy. The boys were 
thoroughly entertained, and the girl had nothing to say. 
She better not say anything. Ethyl felt so full of 
herself, she wondered if the boys would like to see how 
girls masturbate. 

Very much so. 

Ethyl showed them. 

Charlene watched her mother masturbate a daughter on the 
toilet. Charlene found that demonstration fascinating. 
Her mother was very good at that. She taught Bruce, then 
Kevin, then gave Mark a go at it. By the time Mark had 
his go, Charlene wanted to scream, but she suffered 
through yet another great orgasm, then screamed, cried 
out, actually, cried out and slithered like a lump of 
Jello going down steps.

Charlene was wiped and group carried to her bed and 
dumped. Ethyl ushered the fan club out, then returned to 
get Charlene tucked in nice and neat - snug as a fucked 
bug in a warm and comfy rug. She then sat at Charlene's 
hip and brushed at Charlene's hair while looking into 
somber eyes, the eyes of the fucked and abused, but 
resigned and surrendered.

Ethyl felt sorry for Charlene. She said, "I'm afraid you 
were right and I was wrong. What's done is done, 
Charlene. I can't change Hank. I love Hank. Despite what 
he did and will continue doing, I am going to keep Hank. 
You may end up hating me. I hope you never do, but you 
might. I want you to know, I will always love you, 
Charlene, always. Nothing will ever change that. I will 
always be your mother - maybe not a good one, but a 
mother who loves you very much."

Charlene smiled warmly and said, "I know you do, and I 
could never hate you no matter what you do. Your place 
is with Hank. I know you must stand by your man. I knew 
you would, because that's the kind of woman you are. You 
stand by your man through thick and thin, and when you 
say for better or worse, you mean it. I respect that 
about you, and that was why I wanted you to wait before 
saying those vows. 

"I knew I'd be screwed. If forced to choose between 
sacred vows made to a loved husband and none given to a 
loved daughter, I knew which one you'd chose. I knew I'd 
lose."

"You did lose. I had to choose, Charlene. I had to."

"I know. I saw that. I wasn't surprised. I swear, Mom, 
if you betrayed everything you stood for to take my side 
against your husband, I honestly feel that I would lose 
every ounce of respect for you. I might be grateful that 
you stood up for me, but I wouldn't want a hug from you. 
I wouldn't want you to touch me. 

"At least this way, I still respect you so, and do love 
to feel your touch, and your hugs, and your tender 
kisses. From someone I love and respect, they feel great 
all over, even between my legs. I never thought I would 
want you to kiss me there, but I was so glad you did, 
because that is where I feel love the most."

"Do you mean that, Charlene? Do you honestly mean that?"

"Of course I mean that Mother. That was so sweet of you 
to kiss me there for so long and so good. I felt so much 
love in that kiss. I felt that love clear to my womb. If 
I didn't know better, I would swear you were licking my 
womb, healing my wounds, making my pussy owie go away, 
because that is what mommy's do - don't they?"

"Yes...yes, of course... Charlene, I must confess... I 
enjoyed kissing you there, and I was licking your womb. 
You had sperm leaking out of your cervix. I was licking 
at that."

"Well, that was your husband's sperm. I can certainly 
understand you wanting that. You are a woman. You do 
love your man. I know that had to be a humiliating way 
to get it, having to lick it out of your daughter's 
pussy with your three sons looking on."

"I didn't mind. I know they enjoyed that very much. I 
will do that again, and again, and again. They like 
seeing that, and I enjoy doing that. I'm sure you don't 
mind, but even if you did mind, I expect you to allow me 
to do that. I will do that after they fuck your pussy, 
and they will be fucking your pussy from now on. Hank 
made that very clear. I know he was serious. I hope you 
know."

"I know."

"Well...good... I think we all know, then. So, I guess 
I'll say good night and let you get some rest."

She kissed my forehead and got up to leave. I pouted, 
"Aren't you going to kiss my poor pussy nightie night?"

She turned, smiled, came back, uncovered me, and gave my 
poor pussy a great nightie night kiss, roughly thirty 
minutes worth, then tucked me in and French kissed me on 
the mouth, like a good mommy.

That's how this cheerleader got knocked up and bounced 
from the squad. Oh well, you win some, you lose some, 
and some get rained out. The main thing is not whether 
you win or lose. The main thing is being the center of 
attention. I was, still am, no regrets.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously 
consider seeking professional help.
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