left hand and gently moved it between her legs.
Terry guided her father's finger through her moist
slit.  April maintained her tirade, shouting invectives and
demeaning his manhood.  Charlie cowered, but Terry felt his
manhood awaken beneath her.  The more demeaning threats
and insults her mother threw at him, the harder he got.  Terry
wanted to pass this news bulletin to her mother, but could not.
In addition, her father's fingers began moving through her slit
on their own.  This she passed on by moving her hand off of his.
When April first noticed, her face lit up.
     April said, "Charlie, you're pathetic.  You sit there all
sanctimonious, talking morality and fidelity, and have the nerve
to finger-fuck my daughter right in front of me while playing
with her tits."
     His fingers stopped moving, but he kept then in place,
saying meekly, "I thought that's what you wanted.  I just want to
be a good husband to you."
     "Do you want to be a good husband, Charlie?"  He nodded.
"Then find me a big-dicked stud to fuck.  While you're at it, get
a few for your little angel.  And by the way, you need to throw
in a few cunts for her.  She has a fondness for pussy, too.  Tell
your father how many little girls you have licked between the
legs."
     Terry turned her face to her dad's and said, "Not counting
Mom, eight."
     "Some angel, huh!  From now on, you address her as slut,
whore, tramp, bitch, cock-sucker, or cunt-lapper.  When you refer
to her, don't ever use her name or the word daughter alone.  It
is whore daughter, or slut daughter, is that understood?"
     Charlie nodded.  Terry squirmed over his stiff cock and
yawned her legs wide.  Charlie moved two fingers into her cunt.
Terry snuggled back and lolled her head on his shoulder, turning
to face him and saying impishly, "What are you going to call me,
Daddy?"
     "All of them, I guess."
     "No, I want to hear."
     "You are our whore daughter.  You're a slut and a
cunt-lapper.  You are my tramp daughter, a cock-sucker."
     "Ummmm, Yes.  That sounds better than plain old Terry,
especially when you say it.  I want to suck your cock, Daddy.
Please!  Please can I!"
     Terry slid to the floor while turning to face him.  She
settled between his legs and reached for his belt.  This time, he
sat passively and watched her open his pants.  She freed his
stiff member and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking hungrily and
jacking his shaft.  April took a seat beside her husband.  Her
arm went around his shoulder.  She took his left hand in her left
hand and squeezed.  Together, they watched Terry sucking like a
sex fiend.  April turned and gave Charlie a passionate kiss, the
first in months.  She whispered in his ear, "I love you, you know
that don't you?"  He nodded.  "You know I'm doing the right thing
with her, don't you?"  Again he nodded.  "You'll support me from
now on.  You won't give me a hard time?"
     He gave another silent nod and they both settled back to
watch the climactic finish.  Minutes later, Charlie's loins
lifted, he strained, grunted, and pumped a copious load into
Terry's hard-sucking mouth.  He cried out, "Oh, yes!  Oh, Jesus!
Look at her go, sweetheart.  Swallow it down, baby!"
     Terry swallowed as fast as she
could, nursing on the spurting cock.  After he settled back and
relaxed, Terry kept sucking, trying to make him hard again.
April tapped her daughter on the shoulder and said, "Time out,
slut.  He's a one-shot cannon.  Why don't you lie back on the
floor and masturbate for us.  Tell your father about Cindy's
slumber party.  He'll like that one."
     Terry reclined on her back, spread her legs wide, and
proceeded to narrate her adventure.  When she finished, and after
two orgasms, she looked to April with a self-satisfied smile.
April returned a smile and said, "That was very good, slut.  Now
get Mark on the phone."
     Terry sat up, astonished.  She said, "What?  But I did what
you said!"
     "I know.  I'm not going to tell him you were the loser.  I
want to talk to him; now, do as I said."
     Terry painfully got to her feet and went to the phone.  She
paused after picking up the hand-set and said, "Please!  I beg
you.  Don't say anything to Mark.  Don't make me call him."
     "Dial!"
     Charlie cast concerned eyes on April.  April merely smiled
down on him as she got up to move to the phone.  Terry dialed
with trembling fingers.  Cindy's mother answered and called
Mark.  Terry sheepishly said, "Mark, this is Terry.  My mother
wants to talk to you."  Terry handed April the phone, pleading
with her eyes, shaking her head and mutely mouthing the word,
'No'.
     April turned her back to Terry and said, "Hello, Mark, how
are you?  You did a great job edging our lawn, but that's not
what I called about."  Terry was back in April's face pleading
with prayerful hands.  April again turned away.  "Mark, this may
sound a bit odd.  I shouldn't be doing this.  I have to punish
Terry.  She's done something very bad.  It's so shocking and
disgusting, I couldn't say it over the phone."  Terry got on her
knees in front of April and prayed earnestly.  "No, I'd rather
not say. Just a moment, Mark."
     April cradled the phone in her neck, reached down and lifted
her skirt, spread her legs, and shoved Terry's face hard up
against her crotch, saying, "Now stay there until I'm done."  She
dropped her skirt over her daughter's head and smiled at Charlie
who was looking back from the sofa.  She leaned back against the
telephone stand, widened her stance, and maneuvered Terry's head
by pressing her skirt-shrouded head.  She crossed her eyes,
licked her lips, then bit her lower lip demonstrating to her
husband just how much she enjoyed what she was doing to their
daughter.  Charlie merely shook his head with an uneasy smile,
but kept watching.
     She could feel the tears running down her inner thighs as
she said, "Okay, Mark.  As I was saying, I need to punish her
severely, but I can't bring myself to hit her as hard as she
deserves.  I thought I might gain the impact I need by adding an
element of humiliation.  That way, I wouldn't have to physically
hurt her.  You always seemed to take an interest in Terry.  I got
to thinking, maybe if you came over and watched."
     "Heck yeah, Mrs. Jennings,!  I'd love...I mean sure, I'd be
willing to help you out."
     "Mark, I should warn you, I usually make her strip naked for
punishments.  I suppose I could let her wear her swimsuit."
     "No!  Please,  you don't have to change anything on my
account."
     "Do you think I should ask your mother if it's okay?"
     "NO!  Uh, she left, besides, I'm sure it's okay with Mom.
She thinks like you do.  She lets me look at Playboy and
Penthouse.  It's no big deal seeing a naked girl."
     "If you're sure.  I didn't think you'd mind seeing her
naked, but I thought the punishment part might bother you."
     "No, it won't bother me at all."
     "I won't hurt her, I assure you.  It's her pride I want to
hurt.  Say, do you know of anyone else that might be willing to
help out.  How about Cindy?"
     "Cindy will want to see, for sure.  I can get lots of guys."
     "I think six, maybe ten would be plenty.  Be sure to warn
them and tell them to get their parent's permission."
     "No problem, Mrs. Jennings."
     "Can you get them here in say, an hour?"
     "Sure."
     "See you in an hour then.  Oh, and Mark.  I hope no one
brings a camera, because I'll have to be stepping out of the room
from time to time and there's no way I could stop her from being
photographed."
     "Jerry can bring his Instamatic and Cindy has a Poloroid."
     April smiled and said, "Mark, I don't think you got my
drift.  I don't want to know."
     "Oh, yeah, right."
     "Thanks again, Mark.  See you in an hour."
     April hung up the phone and stepped away from Terry.  Terry
sat with her head hung, sobbing quietly.  April lifted her face
by the chin and said, "We're going to have some fun, whore.
Aren't you excited?"
     "Mom, how could you?  How can I go to school tomorrow, or
ever?"
     "You'll go.  Look at it this way.  You're a whore.  It pays
to advertise.  What's the use of having a whore for a daughter if
nobody knows she's a whore.  If I had my way, I'd have it
tattooed on your forehead.  I want everyone to know that my
daughter is a cunt-sucking, cock-sucking, butt-fucking whore.  Do
you know how you're going to help me with my goal?"  Terry's head
shook, no.  "During this mock punishment ordeal, you are going to
let it slip that you were the loser at Cindy's slumber party, and
that you lost on purpose."  Terry just stared numbly.  "I want
you to think of a clever way to expose yourself.  You have less
than an hour.  Now go put on your bikini and throw a robe over
it.  Take some time to fix your face and hair and put on lots of
makeup."
     Terry broke down in tears and slowly got to her feet and
left the room.  April walked over to Charlie and said, "She'll be
all right after we get started.  It'll be better this way.  Why
drag this out over months."
     He said, "Inviting those kids is a big mistake, April.  What
you're considering is child abuse.  Those kids will talk.  Those
pictures will be all over.  The police are going to come knocking
on our door."
     "I doubt that.  I'm not going to hit her with anything, just
my hand.  Spanking in this state does not constitute child abuse.
There's no law that says we can't go nude in our own home.  I've
warned my guests.  If they stay voluntarily, there's nothing
anyone can do but bitch.  I'm not going to get into any sex play,
it will be a straight punishment session.  Of course, I'm going
to punish her for acting like a whore, buying that bikini, and
shaving off her pubic hair.  What they do when my back is turned
is their business."
     Terry went straight to her bedroom phone and called Dr.
Wayne.  "Hello!  Steve, this is Terry, Terry Jennings."
     "Terry, you sound like you've been crying."
     "Mom's gone off the deep end.  She made me suck dad's penis
and now she has invited a bunch of kids from school to watch me
get punished, naked.  She's even going to make me wear that
bikini and make me admit to them that I'm a whore.  They're even
going to take pictures.  What am I going to do?  They'll be here
soon."
     "Terry, when you made the commitment to help your mother,
did you think you'd actually keep it a family secret?"
     "Well, no, but..."
     "I told you she wants a whore, you, to vent through.  You
volunteered.  I told your mom to go ahead and get it out of her
system, make the announcement to the world.  I thought you were
serious about helping her."
     "I am, but..."
     "There's no but's'.  Either you are, or you're not.  If you
are, then you go down and act like a fucking whore for your
mother.  This isn't make believe, Terry.  You're actually going
to have to become a whore to satisfy her."
     "But I'm not a whore."
     "You'd have a hard time convincing my two buddies of that.
Pete is still going on about that blow job you gave him.  Dave
can't get over your tight cunt.  Marsha has talked of nothing
else.  They're still here."
     "They told you?"
     "They weren't going to, but they couldn't hold it in."
     "Steve, when they were talking, they said you had dibs on my
cherry.  Is that true?"
     "I stake my claim on every female that comes through my
office if I can get her, yeah."
     "Oh.  So, when are you going to claim me?"
     "You are sounding like a whore, Terry."
     "I'm trying to, only how can I be a whore if I'm a virgin?"
     "Good point.  It sounds like you've accepted your lot in
life."
     "Yeah, I knew I would.  You know what?  I was scared to
death, and I cried a lot, but it was out of nervousness.  I
really think this is exciting.  I mean, if I have to do it
anyway, and Mom is going to see that everybody knows I'm a whore,
this is a pretty neat way of getting started.  I was hoping you'd
talk me into it."
     "I'll bet your pussy is wet, isn't it?"
     "I'm flooding my thighs.  Look, I better get moving.  I have
a show to put on."
     "Break a leg, kid."
     Terry had the obscene bikini on and was adjusting the patch
nested between her legs.  She made the top edge show the
beginning of her vaginal crease.  While adjusting the front ties,
her phone rang.  Her friend, Cindy, was on the line.  Cindy said,
"Terry, what's going on?"
     "Oh, Cindy.  I don't know what to say.  My mom is wierding
out."
     "No kidding.  Is she really going to punish you naked in
front of Mark and his buddies?"
     "Yes."
     "Holy shit!  What did you do?"
     "I can't say."
     "Wow, it must be really bad.  I'm coming too.  You won't be
mad, will you?"
     "Would it matter?"
     "Look, I'm really sorry, Terry.  I feel real badly for you,
honestly, but you understand, don't you?  I can't pass this up.
You'd be over here if it was me, and you know it."
     "I suppose."
     "Terry, Jennifer Gordy was with me when Mark told me.  She's
coming too."
     "Oh, no, not Jennifer!"
     "She wants to talk to you."
     Terry started to protest, but found herself protesting to
Jennifer. "Hi, lover.  I hear you've been a bad girl.  Did Mommy
catch you going down on one of her friends?  My pussy has been
missing you something fierce.  It's always crying, 'I need my
Terry!'"  Terry heard the viscous laughter coming from both
girls.  Her face fell.  She listened as Jennifer taunted, "We're
bringing Cindy's Poloroid.  We girls had a meeting.  We decided
that you've been stingy with your vaginal favors.  We kind of
like having a lezzy in the group.  Even Cindy is pissed at you
for not taking her hints.  Toni is the only one that feels sorry
for you, but even she's coming around.  We're going to bring her
along.  If your Mom leaves us alone like she hinted she would,
we're going to hold Toni down for you.  You know what you better
do, don't you?"
     "Please, Jennifer, not in front of those boys.  Look, I'll
start being extra nice to you guys.  I won't give you any
problem, I promise."
     "I know you won't.  Say, your mom won't get pissed if she
walks in and catches us, will she?"
     "I doubt it."
     "Could we get away with stripping Toni?"
     "Knowing her, she'd probably like that."
     "Yeah!  Is Mommy a lezzy, too?"
     "I'm not a lezzy, Jennifer, and neither is my mom."
     "Yeah, right.  I'll bet you two lick each other's pussies,
don't you?  Don't you?"
     "Jennifer, please.  Why are you being like this?  I thought
you guys were my friends."
     "We are, and we can be better friends as soon as you learn
your place."
     "Which is?"
     "On your knees with your face between our legs, sucking our
cunts.  Now, do you understand?"
     "Yes."
     "You don't sound very convincing."
     "I understand, Jennifer.  You'll get your way; you always
do."
     "That's right, and you better remember, we only promised not
to divulge the loser's identity.  Nothing says we have to keep
this or the pictures to ourselves.  If you don't want to be
famous, you'd better learn how to be a good friend.  See you in a
few minutes, lover!"
     The phone went dead.  Terry's heart beat rapidly as she hung
up the hand-set.  She turned as her father poked his head in the
door.  Their eyes met.  She saw his eyes wander over her skimpy
bikini.  He said, "May I come in, sweetheart?"
     "Yes, Daddy, you know you can."
     He eased inside and closed her door.  They stood facing each
other, exchanging somber looks.  Terry burst out, "Oh, Daddy!"
     She feel into his warm hugging embrace.  Charlie tried to
ignore her exciting body pressing him full front.  His hands
timidly stroked her smooth back in a soothing, fatherly manner.
He said, "There, there, precious.  It's all right.  I'm so sorry,
Terry."
     Terry leaned back in his arms and studied his face.  She
said, "You can't call me by my name anymore, remember?"
     "Your mother is taking a shower."
     "Yeah, well, it's a bad habit to get into.  One day you'll
slip.  I know you don't like calling me those names, but I don't
want you to get in trouble."
     Terry had her arms around his lower waist and applied undue
pressure keeping their loins in tight contact.  Terry could feel
his manhood stirring against her mound.  She reached back and
guided both of his hands down from the small of her back to the
lower slopes of her ass cheeks.  She smiled as he cupped her
moons and returned the pressure.  Terry lifted to position his
cockhead at her clit and shamelessly rolled her pelvis as he dug
his fingers into her ass crack, pulling her tight.  Terry said,
"She expects me to act like a whore, and expects you to treat me
like a whore.  We may as well practice."
     He nodded and rubbed against her.  She said, "That feels
good, Daddy."  They rocked against one another for several
moments, then Terry said, "Daddy, Mom is sick.  I talked with her
therapist.  She has to vent these passions or she'll break down.
She could kill herself."
     Charlie eyed her curiously, immediately suspicious.  He did
not pass those suspicions to Terry, however.  He said, "I'm glad
she found professional help.  Did the doctor suggest you go along
with her?"
     "Yes.  He said I had to.  He said it's a matter of life and
death.  Daddy, he only screwed mom because she needed to vent
pressure.  He's a real neat guy, Daddy."
     "I'm sure he is."
     "Daddy, Mom wants him to take my virginity.  We are both
willing.  I think it's all set up."
     "I see."
     "I know she wants to see you and me fucking."
     "Yes, I know.  I hear about it all the time."
     "You'll have to do it.  You know that, don't you?"
     "Yes.  Sweetheart, I could do it right now."
     Terry looked down her front at her father's loins dry
humping her crotch and said, "I can tell.  You almost are.
You'll have to wait your turn, though."  She was delighted at his
reaction.  He pounded against her cunt.  She took the lewd abuse
with a passive smile, adding, "Besides Dr. Wayne, there are two
other men before you."  He humped wildly against her cunt.
"There may even be more that I don't know about.  I think they're
drawing lots."  He slammed his loins into her repeatedly.  "Does
it bother you to have to wait in line to fuck me, Daddy?"
     Charlie groaned, stiffened, spasmed, and drenched his pants
while clinging tightly to his lusty daughter.  Terry felt the
warm wetness spreading over her crotch.  She hugged his neck and
whispered sexily, "I can't wait to fuck you, Daddy.  I wish
they'd let you get a number."
     Charlie couldn't speak.  He held her tightly, embarrassed at
his lack of control.  Terry said, "I have to finish getting
ready, and it feels like you need to change your pants."
     They eased apart, slowly.  They both looked at the spreading
wet spot over his groin.  Terry smiled, patted the spot and said,
"You shouldn't have much trouble treating me like a whore now,
huh?"
     He smiled self-consciously and said, "Or calling you one.
I'm sorry.  I don't know why I said that."
     Terry laughed and brushed hair from his brow, saying, "You
said it because you know I am one."
     He studied her pretty face and said, "Are you really, Terry?
I mean do you really see yourself that way?"
     "I do now.  I certainly will after this little get together.
And you called me Terry again.  The next time you slip, I'm going
to tell Mom.  I mean it."
     "All right.  You asked for it, slut.  From now on, you are a
fucking whore and I'm going to treat you like one."
     Terry smiled, leaned up and kissed his forehead.  She turned
him towards the door and pushed gently, saying, "Good, now leave
this whore to her business.  I have a show to get ready for."
     He paused at the door to say, "Break a leg."
     Terry said, "You're the second person today that told me
that.  This whore business is beginning to sound dangerous."


           "Good Doctor Wayne--Part V"
BY:  TIFFANY

     Terry applies the finishing touches to her full lips by
applying thick red lipstick.  Her mother enters the room carrying
a grocery bag.  Terry stands and presents herself for April's
inspection.  April studies Tiffany wearing only the tiny string
bikini and likes what she sees.  She sets the bag on Terry's bed
and advances on her, kneeling at Terry's feet and dropping the
two front ties to the suit.  The crotch pad falls away and
dangles between Terry's legs held by the one string secured to
the chain belt in back.  April brings her middle finger to
Terry's vaginal opening and says, "You better bite down, this
might sting a bit."
     Before Terry had time to absorb the instructions, her
mother's stiffened finger went fully into her pussy, tearing
through her hymen.  Terry went to her tip toes and cried out,
"Ouch!"
     April kept her finger deeply embedded and said, "There, that
pesky membrane is history.  I can't very well accuse you of being
a whore if you are a biological virgin now can I?"  Terry shook
her head and wiped tears from her eyes.  April said, "I had hoped
to offer it to Steve Wayne, but I think he'd approve.  He'll
still be your first fuck, and you'll find it will go much better
if his big cock isn't the first foreign object you've taken."
April withdrew her finger and examined it, saying, "Good, at
least you don't bleed like a stuck pig the way I did."  She went
to the bag and withdrew a rubber cock eight-inches long and
thickly veined.  It looked to Terry like a lopped-off penis.
April brought it to Terry's pussy and wet it in her juices.  She
fit the cock into Terry's opening and worked it in, twisting and
turning as Terry squirmed and groaned.  Terry had a difficult
time taking it as April wanted to insert the entire thing.  She
finally managed to get the base past her vaginal ring of muscle
tissue then sat back and smiled, saying, "There, feel stuffed?"
     "Oh God, Mom!  It feels like it's going to pop out of my
mouth."
     "This is nothing, Terry.  Pussies are incredibly elastic.
I'll have you taking foot long monsters that are thicker than
your forearm inside a week.  I can also teach you exercises that
will keep you tight like a virgin.  You will be able to fuck a
horse but still be able to squeeze down on a pencil."
     "Can you do that, Mom?"
     "Don't be silly.  I'm no whore.  Why would I want my vagina
turned into a toy for any cock that comes along.  Turn around and
bend over.  I have one other surprise for you.  Grab your cheeks
and smile for me."  Terry followed orders.  "No!  Grab your ass
cheeks you dumb cunt, and get that silly grin off your face."
     April went to the bag and returned with a plastic butt plug.
April rudely inserted it in Terry's ass while Terry groaned.  She
slapped her ass and said, "Stand and turn around.  Now walk up
and down."  Terry took baby steps but gradually adjusted to the
novel sensation.  After a few trips around the room, she walked
fairly normal.  April said, "Perfect, now retie your bottoms,
throw on the robe, and be prepared to make an entrance at my
call.  Oh, and Terry.  If I'm not satisfied with the way you act,
and you know very well what I want, I'll take a belt to you.
Don't think that because I've never laid a hand on you that I
won't.  Things are different, now.  Is that understood?"
     "Yes, Mother.  I'll put on a good show, I promise."
     When April left Terry alone, Terry fell forward onto her bed
and began crying.  Though resolved to her fate, she none-the-less
had her normal inhibitions and true self-image to contend with.
The thought of her life after the session filled her with dread.
She slowly gathered courage and fought the impulse to call Dr.
Wayne for more support.  She listened carefully for noise from
downstairs and soon heard her front door receiving guests.  She
recognized every voice and shuddered at the awareness that
practically every neighborhood boy between twelve and
sixteen-years-old was in her house.  There were eight in all, not
counting Cindy, Toni, and Jennifer, bringing the total to eleven.
Terry had grown up with those kids and fought a running battle
with the boys to protect her modesty.  They were all friends of
Mark.  Mark was, in fact, the ring leader.  They went to
elaborate extremes to steal her secrets, often with Cindy's help.
Cindy would distract Terry so that a few boys could get low
behind her and gaze up her skirt.  Sometimes, Cindy arranged to
hide boys in her room then talked Terry into trying on clothes.
As a consequence, Terry was forever on her guard.  They'd get
their fill today, she mused.
     Terry had her ear to her door, waiting with anxious
anticipation for her mother's call.  Five minutes after the last
boy arrived, she heard, "Terry!  Come down here."
     Terry took a deep breath, hugged the robe tightly and made
her exit.  She took the stairs on trembling legs and advanced
into the living room.  The kids sat in a semi-circle around April
with the three girls standing in the back, smiling.  Terry was
flushed red as she timidly went to stand beside her mother
facing the center.  She noticed that Mark had the best seat,
front and center.  The Robinson twins, the same boys that got
into trouble for placing a ladder at her bedroom window and
spying on her, sat on either side of Mark.  Brad, Steven, and
Jeff were on Mark's left.  Jerry and Brady were on Mark's right.
They were all looking up at her with hopeful expectation.
     Terry gulped as April began, saying, "As you all know, my
daughter is here to be punished.  Her humiliation is her
punishment, so feel free to look and comment.  I trust that you
all secured your parent's permission and that you informed them
that Terry would be in the nude."  They all nodded vigorously.
The little liars, thought Terry.
     April continued, "Very well.  Terry has been doing things
that I personally find immoral and disgusting, but a picture is
worth a thousand words, as they say."  With this, April reached
for Terry's robe having to almost pry Terry's paralyzed fingers
from it.  With agonizing slowness, it parted fully and was pulled
away.  A collective gasp came from the boys at the sight she
presented.  She may as well have been naked.  Her breast were
bare save for the tiny triangles that barely covered each nipple.
The right triangle had, in fact, slipped off revealing most of
that nipple.  They saw a simple gold chain belt securing two
strings that dipped between Terry's legs.  They could see that
the strings tied to a patch, but the patch was between her closed
legs.  They gawked at the bare pubic mound and at the beginning
of Terry's crack.  Their eyes devoured her body from her head to
her high heel clad feet.
     April let them absorb the vision for a few minutes, then
said, "This is what Terry spent my money on when she asked to buy
a swim suit.  Is this the type of swim suit a nice girl wears,
Mark?"
     Mark said, "Heck no!"
     "Mark, what kind of girl wants to wear a suit like this?"
     "Do you want me to say for real?"
     "Yes, be honest."
     He smiled and said, "A slut, I guess."
     "How about whore, or tramp, or cheap slut?"
     "Yeah, all of those."
     "Cindy, would you ever wear something like this?"
     "No way, I'd die."
     "Jennifer?"
     "Shit no!  I'm not a slut like Terry.  I'm sorry, Mrs.
Jennings, but you said be honest."
     "Oh, I agree with you one hundred percent.  I appreciate
your honesty."
     Addressing Toni, she said, "Aren't you Toni Talbert?"  Toni
nodded bashfully.  "Do you agree with Jennifer?"
     "I guess.  I know I'd never be caught dead in something like
that.  My Mom and Dad would kill me anyway."
     "I wouldn't blame them, Toni."  Terry took all this while
staring blankly off in space on the verge of hyper-ventilating.
April said, "I caught her standing in her open
window doing a bump and grind with her hands between her legs,
flashing people that walked by on the sidewalk.  Did any of you
kids catch her act?"
     A sea of heads shook in wonder.  "Well some of your parents
did, I'm sure.  Terry, remove that suit this instant.  It
disgusts me to look at you in that thing."
     With trembling fingers, Terry untied the top and let it
drop.  She reached behind and released the one tie in back.  Her
crotch pad hung between her legs.  She released the two front
ties and it fell away leaving her naked except for the chain belt
and high heels.  April stopped her from removing the belt and
said, "Now, stand with your feet wide apart since you like
displaying your body so much."
     Terry moved her right foot out with an anguished moan.
April wasn't satisfied until Terry had her feet a yard apart.
The boys strained towards the center looking up between Terry's
legs.  The three girls laughed nervously at Terry's embarrassment
and at her shaved pussy.  Jennifer said, "God, what a slut!  She
even shaves her pussy.  What's the matter, Terry?  Isn't regular
naked good enough for you?"
     Jennifer looked to April to see if she'd gone too far.
April smiled and said, "Well, at least one person knows how to
humiliate a girl.  What's the matter with you boys?  I never
thought you guys would be this quiet?"
     April then had to tolerate a barrage of lewd, nasty insults,
along with crude descriptions of what they were seeing.  Despite
her anxiety, the exposure made her pussy swell and lubricate.
Her clit poked out dramatically.  As yet, no one noticed the tip
of the butt plug.  This was partly because Terry had her cheeks
clutched tightly over it.  April dropped a stack of pornographic
magazines at Terry's feet and said, "I found these under her
mattress."  The boys scrabbled to examine the full glossy
pictures of people fucking and sucking.  April then emptied the
contents of her grocery bag between Terry's feet.  An assortment
of dildoes, vibrators, and marital aids shocked the young
spectators.  April explained, "I found these disgusting things
hidden in her closet."  Terry looked down and groaned in further
embarrassment.
     The kids went nuts, passing around the lewd devices.  More
lewd comments followed.  April said, "This calls for a sound
spanking, Terry.  Turn around and spread your legs wide.  Now
bend over and place your palms flat on the floor between your
feet."
     This act brought an instant declaration from several
quarters.  "Hey, Mrs. Jennings.  Terry has something up her
butt."
     April feigned shock and dipped down to look.  She grasped
the end and slowly removed the plastic device, saying, "Oh my
Lord.  Is there no end to your decadence, Terry?  You knew you'd
be showing yourself before these kids.  Are you really that
desperate to get the word out?  Is that what you want?  Do you
want these kids to spread it all over school and the neighborhood
that you are a horny slut?"
     Terry took this as her cue, nodded meekly, then said, "I'm
sorry.  It all started after I lost that stupid poker game at
Cindy's slumber party."
     April picked up on her cue and the two feel right into an
impromptu act.  "You, lose at poker!  I can't believe that.
You're an excellent poker player."
     "I lost on purpose."
     "Why, for heaven's sake?"
     "I wanted to be their sex slave.  I figured they'd make me
lick their pussies, and they did."
     Jennifer said, "I figured as much.  She's lying, though.  We
never made her.  You should have seen the slut, Mrs. Jennings.
She was insatiable the way she kept attacking our cunts.  She
made a pest of herself, crawling around and trying to lick us
between our legs.  She begged us to let her lap our beavers.  We
only let her because we felt sorry for her.  She was so
pathetic."
     "I'm sure she was, and I don't blame you young ladies one
iota.  Well, Terry, what have you to say for yourself.  Is
Jennifer telling the truth."
     "Yes."
     "Well, for lying, you've earned additional punishment.  I
might as well begin."  With that, April began spanking Terry with
hard slaps to her white ass cheeks.  Her slaps became centered
over Terry's vulnerable crotch and eventually, April turned her
fingers down and delivered wet slaps to her daughter's pussy.
After a dozen or so, April paused and said, "I feel something
hard where nothing hard should be."  She knelt and pried open
Terry's cunt lips exposing the buried dildoe, exclaiming, "Oh
Jesus!"  She reached in with finger and thumb and pinched the
base of the fake cock, withdrawing it deliciously slow.  She held
the shiny, slick cudgel for everyone to see and said, "This is
unbelievable.  I have a good mind to put this back and make you
wear it.  In fact, that's exactly what I will do."  With that,
April fucked the dildoe back into Terry's wet beaver and left an
inch sticking out.  She resumed her spanking, spanking that tip
in the process and driving Terry to wiggling her hips in
invitation.  April got up and said, "I need to have a long talk
with your father, Terry.  Will you kids excuse me.  Terry, don't
you move an inch.  Jennifer, I'll leave you in charge.  I'm sure
you can keep Terry in line."
     Jennifer came forward with a big smile, slapped Terry's ass
hard and said, "Take your time, Mrs. Jennings."
     April smiled and left the room.  Jennifer, came to stand at
Terry's head overlooking her naked haunches, grabbed a hand full
of blond hair and lifted Terry's head, forcing her to look up.
She said, "You were smart not to call me a liar, bitch!  So you
like sucking out twats, huh?  I'll bet you like sucking your
mom's, too.  Your old lady's getting her jollies.  She's probably
back there whacking her clit right now.  Are you two sucking each
other off?"
     "No, Mom's not like that, Jennifer.  It's just me, I swear."
     "Bullshit, Terry!  I know a con when I see one.  You can
act, but she can't act worth shit.  She put you up to this,
didn't she?  This was all her idea.  I'll bet she even put those
things up your ass and cunt, didn't she?"
     "No, I did that on my own.  She didn't know anything."
     "You two are pathetic lezzie sluts, but who cares as long as
we get ours.  Ain't that right, Cindy?"
     "Yeah, I guess.  Hey, Terry, how come you never let on about
your mom?  I think it's neat.  Did you think I'd get upset?  I
thought we were friends."
     Mark said, "I'll bet she was afraid you'd tell me.  You
would have, wouldn't you?"
     "Yeah, probably.  Sorry, Terry, but he is my brother."
     Terry could think of nothing to say.  They'd figured the
situation fairly accurately and she knew it was pointless to
continue trying to defend her sick mother.  She wanted to plead
or bargain with them to keep everything a secret, but feared her
mother was eaves dropping.  April was, in fact, eaves dropping.
     Jennifer released Terry's hair and went to Toni.  She and
Cindy caught her by the arms and together they removed the
struggling girl's panties.  They dragged her to Terry and sat her
on the floor behing Terry.  With the help of several boys, they
moved her legs through Terry's legs until Terry was looking at
Toni's crotch just below her head.
     Toni struggled mightily as her skirt was pulled
up and her legs were forced apart.  When she heaved and bucked,
her pelvis came dangerously close to hitting Terry in the face.
It was obvious what they expected of Terry, so Terry grabbed Toni
by her small hips and buried her face in Toni's crotch.  Toni
stiffened at the obscene contact, but as Terry teased her with
her tongue, Toni's body grew limp.  Hands released her as Toni
gave herself over to Terry's impassioned sucking.  She finally
went as limp as a rag doll, remaining limp even as the rest of
her clothes were removed.  The kids sat all around, mesmerized by
the sight of the two adorable teens engaging in such a perverse
act.  Terry got into the performance and wallowed her face
in her friends naked loins.  Toni's thin legs widened so far that
they eventually were stopped by contacting Terry's shins.
     Jennifer saw this and got inspired.  She removed her
pantyhose and ripped them in half at the crotch.  She tied Toni's
legs at the knees to Terry's knees.  Toni offered no resistance.
She rested on her shoulders and gazed up at Terry's crotch
wiggling overhead.  She watched the dildoe gradually working its
way out.  Just before it fell, Toni reached up and pushed it back
in.  She did this twice more before keeping her hand on it.  As
her passions grew, she began working the dildoe in and out and
was soon briskly fucking Terry to drive her to more passionate
mouthings.  April walked in on this scene and stood looking down
with her hands on her hips, saying, "Well, I see my slut daughter
has won herself a convert.  I'm surprised.  Toni seemed like such
a decent young lady.  You just can't tell by looking at a girl.
My Terry is proof of that."
     Jennifer went over and put her arm around April's waist,
hugging her close.  She said, "I was afraid they'd try to
scramble apart before you got back.  I thought you should be
aware.  Did I do the right thing, April?"
     April looked into the girl's mock pouting face, brushed hair
from her eyes and said, "Of course you did, darling.  That's why
I put you in charge."
     Jennifer placed her left hand over April's heart, laid her
head on April's shoulder, and with impish eyes said, "You're
such a neat Mommy.  I wish I had a Mommy like you.  April, can I
call you Mommy?"
     April felt the girl's hand subtly slide lower over her left
breast and noted the increased pressure.  She didn't quite know
what to do with the impetuous girl, but she knew she liked the
girl's style.  She found Jennifer's masculine manner extremely
attractive, and she liked the way Jennifer looked.  Athletic
females with large breasts had always turned April on.  One of
those large breasts was making a warm impression in her side.
     The situation reminded April of junior high dances when two
girls tried to dance a slow dance.  The awkward first moments
would slowly dissolve as one assumed the lead and the other began
to follow.  Until this moment, April felt as though she were in
control, she was directing.  After going away, it was clear that
Jennifer had her own agenda.  April found herself gradually
following Jennifer's lead.  She had no idea where Jennifer was
leading, but feared that if allowed to continue, she and Jennifer
might end up like Terry and Toni.  The thought of making love to
a young girl in front of a room full of minors thrilled her.  Her
mind tried to weigh all of the possible consequences, including
arrest.  She imagined a defense based on her being under therapy,
and could envision Dr. Wayne supporting her.  Maybe they could
blame her act on medication.  Maybe nothing at all would come of
it.  In the end, April decided to follow Jennifer's lead
regardless of where it led.
     She looked into Jennifer's eyes and said, "I'd love for you
to call me Mommy, sweetheart."
     Jennifer smiled a victory smile and let her hand slide over
April's breast.  She gave it a firm squeeze, looking for April's
reaction.  When April took a deep breath and thrust her chest
out, Jennifer gave her a much harder squeeze, making April bite
her lower lip.  The eyes of the group wandered from Terry and
Toni, to April and Jennifer, and back.  Terry had brought Toni to
two orgasms and had one herself.  She licked Toni casually while
taking frequent glances at her mother succumbing to Jennifer's
seduction.  This more than anything had Terry worried.  She
wanted to tell her mother to run before it was too late.  Her
mind raced with lurid images of Jennifer dragging her mother
through filth and degradation for her personal amusement and to
assuage her giant ego.  In a near panic, Terry tried to think of
a way to lure her mother back.
     Impulsively, Terry cried out, "Look, Mother!  I'm sucking a
girl's pussy and I don't care who knows or sees."  She then
buried her face in Toni's cunt and rubbed her face all around.
She raised up to see Jennifer and her mother smiling down on
her wet face.  She saw that Jennifer had unbuttoned her mother's
blouse and had reached her hand into the cup of her bra over her
mother's right tit.  She also saw April reach under Jennifer's
arm and cup her big left titty.  Terry said, "I'm a whore,
Mother, and there's nothing you can do to stop me.  I want
everyone to know."
     Jenny released April's bra from the center snap and folded
back the cups, tweaking the nipples to hardness.  April squeezed
Jennifer's breast and offered her lips for a kiss.  As they
kissed, Terry cried, "I hope they take pictures and spread them
around.  I'll pose anyway they want."
     Terry watched with anguish as Jennifer released her mother's
skirt.  April wore no panties and gingerly stepped free of the
skirt at her feet, then shrugged free of her blouse and bra.
Terry said, "I'm going to let Daddy fuck me, Mother!"
     Jennifer's fingers took possession of April's pussy.  Terry
saw that her words had only excited her mother and driven her
further under Jennifer's control.  She watched as Jennifer leaned
up and whispered something in April's ear.  She saw the smile
form on her mother's lips.  She hung her head in surrender as her
mother came over and sat under her, bringing her ass up tight to
Toni's.  April drew her legs back and out and presented Terry
with two gaping snatches.
     Jennifer took up a camera and began snapping pictures,
directing Terry and April.  Terry followed the
directions, slavishly licking her tongue through both cracks.
Jennifer took several pictures of April straddling Toni's face
with her face in Terry's ass.  April took the end of the dildoe
between her teeth and used her head motion to fuck her daughter,
driving Terry to fits as her mother's face mashed her fevered
cunt on every in-stroke.  The boys lined up to offer their small
cocks to Terry's mouth.  She sucked each one in turn to the tune
of a clicking shutter.  Mark and the twins fucked April while
April sucked Jennifer and Cindy in turn.
     Before departing, Jennifer arranged for Terry and April to
get dressed in their finest evening gowns, redo their hair and
makeup, then perform a mother/daughter act in the center of the
living room.  As the last kid left, April and Terry disengaged
their mouths from each other's pussies.  Each laid, sprawled
naked on their backs in opposite directions.  April was the first
to raise up and speak, saying, "Well, fuck it.  What's done, is
done.  Congratulations Terry.  You are now a whore and there's no
going back."
     Terry raised up on her elbows, looked at her mother and
said, "Mom, I hate to tell you this, but so are you."
     April sat up further, resting on straight arms and said,
"You may be right.  Oh well, it could be worse.  Suppose we
didn't enjoy it.  You did enjoy yourself, didn't you?"
     "Yes, I did.  I'm not going to enjoy school tomorrow though.
Mom, can I please drop out and do home study or take a GED?"
     "No way, Terry.  What are you trying to do, ruin my fun?
Haven't you guessed by now that I get off on humiliating you?"
     "The thought did cross my mind."
     "Yeah, well wait till you see the outfit you are wearing to
school tomorrow.  You'll be sent home, I've no doubt, but not
before several hundred students and faculty get a good look at
your intimate secrets."
     Terry smiled and said, "Mom, your awful.  I don't have to
quit; I'll get kicked out."
     "Don't be too sure.  I think Dr. Wayne might be able to come
up with a mental condition for you.  Not just simple nymphomania,
no, I want something exotic like nympho-exhibitionistic-saphic-
mania with a clothing phobia.  He's good at that sort of thing.
If you have a disability the school will be forced to deal with
you not as a disciplinary problem, but as a medical problem.  It
could prove very interesting, don't you think?"
     "For you, yes.  I think I'm going to want to crawl into a
deep hole and die."
     "Nonsense.  No one can see your cute little pussy in a deep
hole, much less fuck it."
     "Mom, speaking of fucking my pussy, when is Dr. Wayne going
to free me of my virginity.  I'm still techniquely a virgin, you
know."
     "Soon, very soon.  Don't act so anxious.  You'll spoil my
fun.  I'd like to pretend that I'm sacrificing you against your
will.  You could at least act like a virgin."
     Terry smiled, leaned forward and kissed her mother tenderly
on the lips, settled back with a wry smile and said, "Would you
like lots of kicking and screaming?"
     "That would be a nice touch if you don't over do it.  I'll
be the one to strip and bind you in position.  If you put up too
much of a struggle, I may have to slap you around a little."
     "I kinda like that idea.  You could even slap me hard, make
it look real, make me cry real tears."
     April's face twisted in confusion.  "Would you actually want
me to do that, Terry?"
     "Sure.  I think it would be exciting."
     "I'd slap you as hard as I could, even in your face."
     "I know.  I can take it as long as I know you aren't really
angry with me."
     "Honey, if you'd do that for me, I mean really let me slap
you around, I'll kiss your ass and give you twenty minutes to
draw a crowd."
     "Mom, after you get me all tied up like you want, why don't
you whip me with a whip or a belt or something, maybe even a thin
switch.  Make me beg to get fucked."
     "Well, well, is my baby a closet masochist?"
     "I don't know.  Nobody ever hit me before today.  I really
loved it when you started slapping my pussy really hard.  I
wanted you to hit harder and use a belt."
     "On your pussy?"
     "Yes, especially on my pussy.  All I've been thinking about
is you whipping my pussy as hard as you can.  It would kill me, I
know, but I think I might cum while you're doing it."
     "Those are the classic signs.  You probably will.  It's
settled then, and from now on, young lady, the slightest
infraction will get you the belt, you know where."
     Terry smiled and reclined, spreading her legs.  She said,
"Mom, I stole five dollars from your purse last week and used it
to buy beer."
     April got up and said, "Why you little bitch!  Get that ass
up in the air and split those legs wide.  I'm going to get the
thinnest belt your father has and beat your cunt raw."
     As April stormed off in a mock rage, Terry assumed the
position and cried, "No Mommy, please don't hit my pussy with a
belt!  I'll never do it again; I promise!"
     April returned waving a thin belt by the buckle.  She stood
over Terry's head looking into her daughter's vulnerable spread.
She said, "Maybe this will teach you to be a descent girl."  She
lightly swung the belt overhead and brought it down between the
parted lips of Terry's sex.