Terry jerked her legs together, but yelled, "Harder!"
     April said, "Get those legs out and keep them out!"  Terry
threw her legs out and lifted her loins in offering.  The belt
swung down and made a sickening wet thwack in her mushy pussy.
Terry cried but held her legs open.  After three more swats, she
urged, "Harder!"
     April had been holding back, but slowly increased her power,
amazed that Terry could stand the pain.  She saw Terry's crotch
take on a brilliant pink hue and become increasingly wet.  She
was ready to quit after delivering ten strokes.  Inspired by
Terry's obvious desire for more, she continued.  She appeared to
want them harder, so she hit harder.  She put all the force she
could into twenty more strokes, drawing blood.  On seeing the
first drops of blood, April targeted the spot with a wild fury.
The last five were delivered while Terry begged for mercy, her
legs flailing the air.
     April stopped when Terry collapsed.  She stood looking
down on the mess she'd made of her daughter's beautiful pussy.
Terry kept her legs apart, trying to get her breath.  April
looked up and saw Charlie by the dining room entrance, standing
in open-mouthed horror.  April went into her bedroom without a
word to her astonished husband.
     Charlie rushed to Terry and took her in his arms.  She
relaxed and melted into the embrace.  Her father kept saying,
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
     Terry whispered, "Daddy, I asked Mom to do that."
     He pushed back to look in her face and said, "I don't
understand."
     "I don't think I do either."
     "Terry, she looked like she was killing you."
     "She was.  It hurt terribly.  She sure did a good job."
     "Terry, I can't believe what I'm hearing.  Look at your
vagina, sweetheart."
     Terry sat back and peered between her legs.  Her pussy
looked swollen and raw.  Welts decorated her smooth mound and
thin lines of blood trickled from those welts.  She traced a
delicate finger over every welt and said, "Wow, this is awesome.
I'm so tender and sensitive.  This will take days, maybe weeks to
go away, I'm sure.  I wonder if it will swell up some more.  Do
you think so, Daddy?"
     "Yes, I definitely think so."  Terry rubbed hard on the most
damaged area around her clit.  Charlie said,   "Doesn't that hurt
when you do that?"
     "Not much; I'm pretty numb.  It looks neat
too.  These little cuts are nothing, but look how gruesome it
looks with the blood all smeared around.  My pussy looks like raw
hamburger, doesn't it?"
     "It looks worse.  I wish you'd stop toying with it, Terry.
You need to clean yourself with a medicated soap and apply an
ointment.  You don't want an infection, not there especially."
     Terry threw her arms around her father's neck and pouted,
"Daddy, doctor me.  Doctor my poor pussy, please!"
     Charlie shook his head and carried Terry to the dining
table.  He laid her out and said, "You just relax.  Daddy will
take care of your pussy for you, sweetheart."
     "Daddy, don't do too good of a job."
     "Why not, for God's sake."
     "Mom can't very well put this on display, can she?"

     In the bedroom, April was not masturbating to the memory of
a deliciously wicked first experience with sado-masochism.  She
stood before her mirror looking into a reflection she did not
want to recognize.  A thin belt slipped from her fingers as tears
slipped past her lids.


NOTE: I posted this notice with the origional posting:

"This is where Tiffany decided to end this story.  Some
will undoubtedly say, "Good ending."  I argued for another part.
Somehow, leaving the main character a virgin goes against my
grain.  What about Dr. Wayne's prize?  What about the two
mechanics invited to dinner the following night?  What about
school and Jennifer?  So many loose ends.

Here's a chance for all of you delurkers to pitch in.  Write part
six and e-mail it to me at an101532@anon.penet.fi.  I'll use the
most popular ending or write one myself using ideas from you.  If
you can't write but want to influence the direction, just send in
the ending scenario that you want to see.  If you want credits,
say so.  I'll ignore your signature block, so give the name you
want credited.  All submissions go in the bit bucket after
selection is made.

When this is done, I'll repost all parts including the added new
ending.  Don't sit on this; get busy.  I'd like to repost by next
week."

Part six was written by me using the ideas submitted by readers.
I hope it does justice to the story.

Phil Phantom

                     "Good Doctor Wayne Part VI"
                           By: Phil Phantom

     The first call to Dr. Wayne was from Terry.  She said,
"Steve, she did it.  Boy did she do it!"
     "Did you enjoy yourself?"
     "Parts were fantastic, but something happened that I don't
think is good.  Jennifer Gordy, one of my friends on the swim
team, got Mom all hot and horny and made her do all sorts of
nasty things.  Mom even had sex with some of the boys."
     "That's not good, Terry."
     "I know, especially not in front of Jennifer.  She's a real
bossy bitch.  She'll blackmail Mom and me.  She took lots of
pictures, too.  She has pictures of Mom and me making love like
lesbians and of Mom getting screwed by young boys and sitting on
a young girl's face."
     "Shit!  Tell me about this Gordy girl."
     "Well, she lives with her elderly grandmother.  She gets
away with a lot.  Her grandmother is the sweetest lady, but she's
so gullible.  Jennifer walks all over her."
     "Is she a virgin?"
     "Not hardly.  She brags about her fucks.  She uses people to
build up her ego.  She'll be trouble, Steve.  I'm worried about
Mom.  Jennifer has never had a grown-up to boss around.  She's
capable of anything."
     "I want her phone number."
     "Sure, it's 555-5648.  What are you going to say to her?"
     "Never you mind.  Let me handle this.  Where is your mother
now?"
     "She's in her room.  She went there an hour ago.  She hasn't
been out since they left.  Oh, there's one other thing.  Mom was
going to send me to school with a super short dress and no
panties.  She wanted everyone to see my pussy.  I freaked.  I got
her to whip my pussy real hard.   She got sort of carried away
and messed it up pretty bad.  It's not serious, but it looks real
bad.  It was worth it though.  She won't want anyone to see it
now.  This gives us time to help her vent more steam.  She sure
vented a lot today.  Maybe she'll be cured before I have to wear
that dress."
     "Oh, Terry, you shouldn't have.  That was stupid.  Why do
you keep resisting me on this?  I'm the doctor, remember?"
     "I'm not resisting, only stalling.  I panicked; I'm sorry."
     "Look, you keep your vagina clean and let it get fresh air.
Don't touch it or let anyone else touch it, you hear?"
     "Yeah, sure."
     "And for God's sake, don't let anyone see it.  I'll give
your mother an hour to call me, then I'm calling her.  In the
meantime, you stay away from her."

     Steve Wayne had to wait thirty minutes before he received
the expected call.  April sounded distraught.  "Hello, Steve,
this is April Jennings."
     "I've been expecting your call.  I just spoke with Terry.
You fucked up, you know that, don't you."
     "I didn't mean to hit her so hard.  I don't know what came
over me, Steve.  I went crazy.  I feel just terrible, awful."
     "I'm not talking about that.  That's no big deal.  Terry's
fine about the whipping.  I'm talking about you getting involved
with those kids.  You told me you'd stay out of it.  Are you
trying to get yourself thrown in jail?"
     "I'm sorry.  I lost control.  There's this little vixen that
just took over.  She melted me.  I was putty in her hands.  I
think I'm losing my mind.  I think I might really be sick,
Steve."
     "Nonsense.  Let me handle diagnosing mental illness.  You're
fine, trust me.  Now, as for that Gordy bitch, I talked to her
right before you called.  I put the fear of God in her.  I spoke
with her grandmother also.  Granny will be bringing little Jenny
in for counseling and observation.  I'll have her from Friday
morning until Sunday night.  Don't worry about Jennifer.  By the
time we finish with her, she'll make someone a good pet.  As for
those other kids, they left your house and swore an oath of
secrecy.  Jenny swears that no one will ever breathe a word.  She
will be bringing in the undeveloped film and all the instant
pictures taken.  She's probably on the phone right now,
reaffirming their oaths.  She thinks she'll be going to juvenile
detention if this leaks out.  This could be a blessing in
disguise.  You could have two little whores in your stable."
     "Steve, I've been thinking; I don't like this fantasy
anymore.  This isn't right.  All I ever wanted was to open our
family up sexually.  Terry and Charlie love each other so much, I
just wanted them to freely express that love without leaving me
out.  This has gotten out of hand.  I was trying to please you.
I don't want my daughter becoming a whore, really, I don't.  You
put that notion in my head.  I just went with it; but now, I know
it's wrong.  I want this to stop, Steve.  I've thought hard about
it.  I hate myself for what I've done to my husband and my
daughter.  I need to heal things.  Please understand."
     There was a long silence, then Steve said, "April, you're
just over-reacting to an experience that got out of hand.
Everything is going along just fine.  Terry completely accepts
that you are sick, and that she is helping you.  She wants to
help you.  She wants a sexually open a free family life just like
you do.  She wants to be able to express her love for you and
Charlie, physically as well as emotionally."
     "Terry told you in those words?"
     "Yes, I swear.  She told me that when she was making love to
you in front of all those kids, she pretended that you two were
alone and actually making love.  She said she has fantasized that
for years.  She wants to be your lover.  She adores you, April."
     "She actually said that?"
     "Yes, and furthermore, she has the hots for her father.  She
told me that she wants to have his baby."
     "No!  She didn't!  Did she say that?"
     "Yes, she said it in my office this afternoon.  Why do you
think she so readily went along with that waiting room scene?  It
was because I told her that if she went along with everything I
said, she'd become her father's lover and mistress.  She wants
that more than anything."
     April's hand strayed to her crotch and her finger slipped
effortlessly between her rapidly moistening slit.  "She wants to
be his mistress.  She said that before we did any of this?"
     "That's right.  If you back out now, you'll destroy her.
She'll feel rejected.  She may withdraw, become depressed, maybe
even suicidal."
     April's finger entered her wet cunt deeply.  She said, "I
don't want that."
     "Of course you don't.  We must go forward.  You see that,
don't you?"
     "Yes, I suppose so, but not like before.  I don't want this
whore business to continue.  Only her father.  Really, Steve.  I
don't want Terry used by other men."
     "Well, now, April.  I do believe you owe me.  You did
promise to make Terry available to me twenty-four hours a day.
You promised me her cherry and even offered to deliver her if I
helped you.  You do remember saying that."
     "Well, yes, but that was before."
     "I'm sorry, April, but that was the agreement.  If you want
my help in straightening out this mess you got yourself into, I
expect you to stand by our agreement."
     "But Steve..."
     "No buts.  Unless I get involved with the Jennifer girl, you
are in for trouble.  Those pictures alone can get you twenty
years."
     "Dr. Wayne, this is blackmail."
     "This is business.  We had an agreement."
     "Will it just be you?"
     "It will be me and anyone I choose to share her with."
     "Please, don't do this, Steve!"
     "I'm sorry, April.  I insist.  If you don't want the whore,
I do."
     "She's not a whore, Steve.  She really is a good kid."
     "She'll be a whore when she's with me."
     "I'm not going to pretend that I want her to be a whore.  I
can't, not anymore.  I can't act, Steve."
     "Yes, Bud did mention that.  Okay, I'll tell you what, I'll
think of something.  You go ahead and be yourself, act any way
you like, but remember our agreement.  When I call; you deliver."
     "I understand.  What ever you come up with, don't involve
me, okay.  I'm telling Terry that I'm cured."
     "I may come up with a scenario where you are forced to
participate.  Will you go along with that?"
     "Well, I guess, if I have no choice, and Terry knows that."
     "Leave it to me.  Oh, and see that no one sees those welts
on her cunt."
     "You didn't have to tell me that.  I'm so ashamed of what
I've done.  Oh, no!  Those mechanics are coming over tomorrow
night.  Monica is out of town and I don't know who they are."
     "Don't run out, they might get nasty.  You started this; you
finish it.  Just make sure that you get all the attention, not
Terry."
     "No, this is terrible.  I don't want this now.  They're
expecting sex with me tomorrow with the promise of having Terry
later in the week if they leave her alone tomorrow night."
     "Sounds like you have a problem.  I'm sure you'll think of
something.  Stay in touch and let me know when my little whore is
all better."

     After hanging up with Steve, April freshened her make-up and
brushed her hair.  She put on a modest dress and went to Terry's
room.  She knocked timidly.  Terry said, "It's not locked."
     April opened the door and saw her daughter lying naked on
her bed reading a book.  She had her legs apart with a small fan
blowing on her beaver.  April eased inside.  Terry said, "I spoke
with Dr. Wayne.  He suggested I give it air.  This feels good."
     April came and sat at Terry's left hip.  She looked down at
the medicated cream covered welts and winced.  She looked to
Terry and said, "I'm so very sorry, sweetheart.  Can you ever
forgive me?"
     Terry rose to her elbows and said, "Mom, don't worry about
it.  I asked you to do it.  It was great.  I loved it.  I just
need time to heal, and we can do it again."
     "Never, never again.  Terry, I'm not sick anymore.  You
healed me; I'm cured.  I just spoke with Dr. Wayne, too.  It
worked!  His therapy worked, and he gave all the credit to you.
He told me what you did.  Oh sweetheart, I love you so much.  You
saved my life."
     Tears formed in both their eyes as they fell into a tight
embrace.  Terry squeezed her naked chest to her mother and cried,
"Oh, Mom!  I was so worried about you.  That was awful.  Oh,
Mommy, I love you so, so much.  I would have done anything for
you, anything at all."
     "I know, and you almost did.  Can you ever forgive me for
the things I said to you, the names I called you, and things I
made you do?"
     "Don't be silly, Mom.  You were sick.  That's like
apologizing for throwing up when you get the flu.  Do you really
feel normal again?"
     "Yes, one hundred percent, back to my old self, same old
tired, boring Mom."
     "Wow, that was a quick cure.  Suddenly I feel naked."
     "Honey, you are naked."
     "I know, but if you're back to your old self, being naked in
front of you feels funny."
     "Sweetheart, we can't pretend that the things we did never
happened.  I don't want to go back to the way things were.  We
broke some barriers that needed breaking.  You should feel free
to go naked in your own home, so should me and your father.  We
should feel free to express our love for each other, physically
and emotionally.  If anything good comes of this, that must be
it.  Sometimes, I just want to hold you and feel you close to me.
Sometimes I want to kiss you, not a motherly peck, but a genuine
kiss.  Do you understand?"
     Terry studied her mother's face, trying to detect signs of
the old April.  She nodded, a little unsure.  She said, "I think
I'd like that too."
     "I know your father loves you, Terry.  He loves you
physically as well as emotionally.   He desires you as a man
desires a woman.  I think you desire him too.  I think that's
healthy.  I want you to know that if you and your father want to
develop a physical relationship, you'll get my complete support."
     "Mom, are you sure you're all right?"
     "Yes, I'm being honest.  I'm dead serious about this.  I
felt this way long before my sickness surfaced.  I just never had
the courage to say it.  Don't worry, I won't be pushing you and
your father together, not ever again.  I just want you to know,
you have that option with my blessing.  I'll tell him the same
thing.  Where you two go from here is completely up to you guys."
     "Wow, Mom.  That's heavy.  I doubt that anything will come
of this.  You know daddy.  I certainly won't start anything.  If
he wanted to, you know, do it with me, I think I'd let him."
     "He may surprise you.  I'd like to see you two get
together."
     "What, to watch?"
     "No, silly.  I told you, I'm cured of that.  I mean, I'd be
happy knowing that you two were having a sexual relationship.  I
wouldn't even mind if he got you pregnant."
     Terry jerked back in surprise, staring hard at her mother.
"What?  Mom,you can't be serious."
     "I'm full of surprises, huh?"
     "I'll say."
     They looked hard into each other's eyes.  Slowly, April
brought her face closer.  Terry held still.  Inches separated
their lips, then millimeters.  Their lips touched softly.
Terry's lips were passive, but April's lips encompassed hers and
increased the pressure.  April's hands moved around Terry in a
lover's embrace.  The kiss grew stronger.  Her breathing
increased.  Terry became limp as her mother lowered her back to
the mattress.  April's hand delicately, lovingly flowed over her
face as her tongue slipped out and teased at her lips seeking
entry.  Terry's breathing increased as April's hand went to her
breasts.  Terry let her mouth fall slack, allowing the tongue to
enter.  Soon, that tongue danced in her mouth and swabbed her
tonsils while her mother's fingers rolled her nipples.
     Terry's mind raced trying to keep up, trying to put things
in perspective.  She couldn't decide who was making love to her,
her old mom, or the new mom.  April kept the mouth contact while
shucking off the dress.  The kiss was awkwardly maintained while
April stripped completely.  She then got on the bed, bringing her
nude body against Terry's, running her hands all over, but
avoiding her injured crotch.  Terry warmed to the sensuous touch
and passionate kiss.  Her tongue soon gave as good as it got, and
her hands freely explored her mother's body.
     April broke the kiss and started planting tender kisses all
over Terry's face and chest, stopping to suck her nipples.  She
paused between kisses to say, "I'm not shy.  I want us to be
lovers, Terry.  I love your body.  I adore it.  I can't wait
until your pussy heals so that I can love you properly.  I want
to taste you so badly."
     April quickly reversed her position lying on her side with
her head over Terry's crotch.  She planted tender kisses on every
welt and breathed in her daughter's vaginal musk.  Terry glanced
to her left and saw her mother's vagina at her left shoulder.
Her mother brought her right leg up, opening herself to Terry's
eyes.  As the kisses became more feverish, the crotch came nearer
and the gap grew wider.  Terry saw her mother tilting her pelvis
provocatively in open invitation.  Terry wasn't sure she wanted
to carry on a lesbian lover's relationship with her mother,
especially if things were supposed to be normal.  Her mother's
need and hunger was most obvious.  She thought she should at
least return the tender kisses she was getting.  She leaned over
and pressed her lips to her mother's nether lips.
     April rolled atop Terry at the first contact and straddled
Terry's astonished face.  Terry looked into her mother's wide
open wet gash as it descended to her mouth.  Terry held steady as
April used her sensitive cunt to feel around for her mouth.  On
finding it, she began humping her cunt on it.  April used her
hands to push her way up Terry's torso until she knelt upright,
looking down on her daughter's cunt smothered head.  Terry
surrendered and applied herself to getting her mother off,
literally.  She knew that the sooner she came, the sooner she'd
go.
     Terry tongued her mother's cunt as she'd done in the waiting
room, this time, putting on a show for her mother.  April watched
and said, "Oh, yes, baby.  You love sucking Mommy's pussy, don't
you.  Oh, Honey, that feels so good!  Eat me, baby.  Eat Mommy's
cunt!  I wish I could do you, sweetheart.  You must be suffering
so.  Oh, yes!  Suck on my clitty.  Yes!  YES!"
     Terry drove her mother to a great climax and followed her
heaving bucking pelvis.  She lapped at the flowing juices
afterwards as April returned to Earth.  After several minutes of
hard breathing, April slowly disengaged herself and sat looking
down on Terry's wet face.  She bent forward and kissed Terry's
cunt-soaked lips, and said, "I'll have to owe you.  You keep
track; I'll pay you back, two for one.  That was wonderful,
sweetheart.  I love you so much, darling."
     "I love you too, Mom."
     April sat up and took on a more serious countenance, saying,
"We have a little problem, Terry.  Those men are coming to dinner
tomorrow night.  They aren't friends of Grandpa's, but I think
you knew that.  I can't undo it.  They've been promised sex with
me tomorrow, and sex with you later in the week.  Monica warned
me that these guys are tough characters and that they'd hold me
to it.  I don't know what to do."
     "Can't you just call it off?"
     "I can't reach them.  Monica is out of town."
     "Let's go out."
     "They'd come back, and be real pissed.  Who knows what
they're capable of."
     "Well, I don't know what, then.  I don't want them fucking
me if you're all better."
     "I don't want them fucking either of us."
     "Maybe they'll take money instead.  Maybe you can reason
with them."
     "I'll try, but I may have to put out.  Don't worry, you
won't, even if I have to put out twice or three times and pay
money."
     "Mom, if there's no other way, I suppose I could.  I mean,
I've gone this far, right?  I'm not really a virgin, not after
that dildoe.  If they'll use condoms, I'll let them do it."
     "That's sweet, dear, but this is my problem.  I'll handle
it.  I'll feed them, then take them somewhere, maybe to a motel
or something.  Don't think about it, okay?"
     "Okay, but if you can't get out of it, remember, I'll help."

     April received a call from Dr. Wayne at noon the next day.
"Hello, April, this is Steve.  I've got good news to report."
     "Great, I could use it."
     "You can forget about the Jennifer incident.  We have
everything under control.  I have all the pictures and the film."
     "How did you do it?"
     "It was too easy.  I'm good, what can I say.  I told her
that she came between a doctor and patient, exploited a sick
person, and bent that person's illness to satisfy her perverse
desires.  I told her that if word of that got out she could spend
her youth in juvenile detention, probably until she was twenty-
one.  She was already feeling guilty about what they'd done.  She
believes everything I say.  I turned her over to Marsha for
training.  She has her till Sunday.  Right now, Jennifer is buck
naked, bound hand and foot, and being kept under Marsha's desk.
Marsha's not wearing panties.  She's been drinking coffee all
morning and hasn't made a pit stop since she got Jennifer.  You
figure it out."
     "My God, is Marsha urinating on Jennifer?"
     "She better not be.  I just had this place carpeted.  No, I
happen to know that Marsha is a piss freak.  My guess is she has
Jennifer drinking from the tap - recycled coffee."
     "Jesus.  That's sick."
     "Hey, I'll decide what's sick.  I'm a doctor, you know."
     "So I've heard."
     "I just called to let you know, I've got it all figured out.
It's so simple, it's beautiful.  Blackmail, plain and straight."
     "I need it simpler."
     "Look, I've got the pictures.  All I have to do is threaten
to expose you by turning these over to the police.  If I did,
you'd go directly to jail.  When you bring Terry to the office,
I'll confront you with the pictures, make my threats, list my
demands, bingo, I've got a whore.  You'll do what I say to stay
out of jail; Terry will do what you say to keep you from going to
jail.  It's beautiful."
     "She'll be devastated to learn that you are a blackmailer.
She admires you."
     "Yeah, well, she'll admire me more when I get eight inches
up her twat.  Besides, who gives a shit if a whore admires you.
She's just a fuck."
     "Come on, Steve.  I know you are deeper than that."
     "All right.  Look, it's the best I can come up with.  I'll
just tell her that I had to have her no matter what, even to the
point of stooping to blackmail."
     "That might soften the blow.  It is rather flattering.  I
still can't act, you know."
     "Okay, I'll make it easy for you.  Let's just make it real
blackmail.  You just have Terry in my office next Friday night at
eight.  She should be healed nicely by then.  Just be yourself,
but don't think I'm kidding around.  If I don't get my whore,
your ass will go to jail.  Bye love!"
     April hung up the phone.  She didn't quite know how to take
his threat, but for her own peace of mind, knowing what she had
to do, she opted to take him seriously.  Her finger slipped into
her panties and she went in search of Terry.

     At six-thirty, thirty minutes before the men were to arrive,
April put the finishing touches to her makeup.  Terry was
handling the dinner.  April thought it best if Terry wore loose-
fitting jeans and a sweat shirt.  Her hair was uncombed, she wore
no makeup, and her breasts were bound flat with an ace wrap
bandage.  They went out of their way to make Terry look
undesirable.  They were successful to a degree, but Terry's
natural beauty and femininity showed through.  April, on the
other hand, went out of her way to look attractive.  Her short
dress accented her fine legs, and the open bodice showed cleavage
and the creamy swells of her breasts.  She wore high heels and
pattern stockings, applied expensive perfume liberally, and did
her nails.
     She entered the kitchen and did a twirl for Terry.  "How do
I look?"
     "You look like you want to get laid."
     "I suppose that is the idea.  I mainly wanted to look better
than you.  I'm not sure I managed to do that.  Maybe a mud pack
on your face would even us up."
     "Oh, Mom, stop it."  Terry smiled, then turned her attention
to stirring gravy.
     April came up behind her, slipped her arms around her a
cupped Terry's breasts, whispering softly in her ear, "Terry,
darling, Mommy's horny again."
     "Mom, you're always horny, I've got to finish this unless
you like lumpy gravy."
     "I just need a little clitty suck.  You can let that simmer.
I'm not wearing panties.  We can do it right here, just kneel."
     "Mom, Daddy's in the next room."
     "So, he knows we're lovers."
     "Mom, I wish you'd stop using that term and calling me
darling.  I'm your daughter; you're my mother.  We love each
other, we enjoy sex together, but we aren't lovers, okay?"
     April backed away, hurt.  She said, "Sure, whatever you
say."
     Terry took the gravy off the burner and turned to face her
mother.  She reached out and took her shoulders, saying, "I'm
sorry, Mom.  I didn't mean it to come out that way.  It's just
that I don't like thinking that what we have is some lesbian love
affair.  It's so dykie sounding.  Look, let me get you off real
quick."
     Terry dropped to her knees and went under April's skirt and
soon had April's clit between her sucking lips.  April quickly
forgot her hurt feelings and raised her skirts to watch.  She
widened her stance and thrust out her pelvis.  Terry sucked
voraciously, taking a big mouthful, sucking hard, and shaking her
head.  April cooed, "Ohhh, yesss!  Oh, honey, yes!  Suck Mommy's
cunt, baby.  This makes twenty-two I owe you."
     Terry stopped to say, "Nine, Mother.  I told you that I
don't want two for one, and if you're going to keep track, at
least keep track properly.  We did it four times last night,
three this morning, one after your bath, and this makes nine."
     "You talk too much.  Go back to sucking."  Terry buried her
head in her mother's loins and sucked all the harder.  April
said, "I was just giving you the benefit of the doubt.  I didn't
know you were counting."
     Terry broke contact again to say, "I wasn't counting, and I
don't want to count.  I don't want you to count either.  Let's
just do it when we feel like it, okay?"
     April pulled at Terry's shirt, saying, "Come on, get up.  I
can tell you aren't into this."
     "I was in the middle of cooking dinner, Mom."
     "I know, I was just on edge.  I thought it might help."
     "Mom, don't you think you should put panties on, maybe
pantyhose, too?  If they see this, they'll think you want it.  I
thought you were going to come across as a descent woman that got
a crazy idea, then changed her mind."
     "I am.  I was going to put panties on, but not before a
clitty suck."
     "You better hurry.  They'll be here any minute.  Did you
tell Daddy what's going on?"
     "Yes, I told him everything.  He understands.  He just wants
them out of here as quickly as possible."
     "Does he know you might go to a motel?"
     "Yes, he knows.  Look, I better hurry.  Fix that gravy."
     At ten after six, the door shook under a heavy fist.  April
rose and said, "I think that's for me."
     She opened the door and saw two large men in fresh work
clothes.  They wore embroidered name patches over their left
breast.  One said Buck, the other said Earl.  Buck was a tall,
tattooed, burly, barrel-chested man.  Earl was shorter, stockier,
and had a full, long red beard.  They both eyed April up and down
appreciatively.  Buck said, "Monica said you were a fox, but you
are one classy fox."
     April extended her hand like a lady and said, "April
Jennings.  I see that you must be Buck, and you must be Earl."
     The other one said, "Actually, I'm Buck, and he's Earl.  We
wear each other's shirts to throw people off."
     "Well you sure fooled me.  Look, could we talk outside for a
moment?"  She eased out and closed the door.  She turned to face
the two men and said, "Look, I'm afraid there's been a
misunderstanding.  I said some crazy things to Monica, just
trying to freak her out.  I never intended it to go this far.  It
was a joke.  Before I could stop it, she went out of town.  I had
no idea how to contact you guys.  I did cook dinner.  You're
welcome to stay and eat with us.  I feel just terrible about
this."
     Earl, the un bearded tall one, said, "We missed out on a
cock fight for this.  We showered and everything.  We were
promised food, beer, and pussy.  If we don't get food, beer, and
pussy, we are going to become very nasty, ain't that right,
Earl?"
     "I'm Buck; you're Earl, remember."
     "Ain't that right, Buck?"
     "That's right,lady.  We get real mean without beer, food,
and pussy, mostly pussy, hugh Buck?"
     "I'm Earl, you Idiot."
     "Says Buck on your shirt."
     "Fuck the shirt, I'm Earl, You're Buck."
     "I don't want to fuck no shirt, Buck.  I want to fuck this
lady's pussy."
     The tall one said to April, "Well, you heard him, ma'am.  He
want's to fuck your pussy.  Once Earl makes up his mind about a
pussy, the only thing the owner can do is get the legs out of the
way."
     April found their crude silly banter amusing.  They
instantly put her at ease.  She remembered how taken with them
Monica was.  She remembered her saying they were well hung and
could fuck her into a stupor.  A mischievous smile spread across
her face.  She said, "Are you sure that's Earl?"
     "Yes, ma'am, says so right on his shirt, there, E-A-R-L,
Earl."
     "All right, you two.  You'll get your food.  You'll get all
the beer you can drink.  And, yes, you'll get all the pussy you
want, but not here, at least not the pussy.  I want to make it
clear that my daughter is not a part of this, now or ever, take
it or leave it."
     The bearded one said, "Fair enough.  You sure you got enough
pussy to go around?"
     "Yes, I'm sure.  After you eat, we'll get a motel, okay?"
     "Sure thing," said the tall one, "but we ain't sleepy, are
we Buck?"
     "Not so fast, Buck.  After we drink all her beer, eat all
her food, and fuck her pussy raw, we probably could use a nap in
that motel."
     "You're right, Buck.  She looks like she has a real squeeze
box.  Them tight pussies wear me out.  Ma'am, if you'll do the
driving, we'd love that motel offer."
     "You get the pussy at the motel."
     "Here that Earl.  We're getting pussy at the motel too."
     "Shit, Earl.  I ain't never had pussy in my sleep before"
     April laughed and stomped her foot.  "Stop it you clowns.
You know what I mean.  My family is in there.  You behave
yourselves.  Come on, lets get you guys watered and fed."
     April led the way.  Just inside the door the tall guy goosed
her hard.  April jumped two feet, spun around and playfully shook
her finger at him.  She led them into the dining room.  Charlie
and Terry were already seated - Charlie at the head, Terry to his
right.  April said, "Terry, Charlie, these are my friends, Buck
and Earl.  Don't ask which is which, they don't know and the tags
don't matter."
     The tall guy went right up to Charlie and took his hand with
both of his, shaking it hard and fast, saying, "It's a pleasure
to meet you, Chuck.  You're a hell of a guy, sharing your food,
beer, and pussy with a couple of bums like us."
     Charlie sat dumbfounded.  April placed a hand to cover her
smile and shook her head.  The Bearded one stepped up and
likewise shook Charlie's hand, saying, "I can tell by looking at
you that you are a real buddy.  You know what a real buddy is
Chuck?"  Charlie shook his head weakly.  "A real buddy is one
that goes out and gets two blow jobs, comes back and gives you
one."  Beard slapped Charlie's back and cried, "Ain't that a
scream?"
     Tall went around to Terry and helped her to her feet.  He
picked her up in his arms, hefted her, and said, "Look at this
Earl, It's a miniature version of April.  Feel how light she is."
     With that, Tall tossed Terry across the table into the arms
of Beard.  Terry let out a squeal as she flew through space.
Beard caught her with ease, hefting her for himself.  He said,
"Damn, Earl, I think she's hollow."  He held her cradled in one
arm, flipped up her sweat shirt, baring her taunt belly, and
thumped it like a watermelon.  "She ain't hollow, but she's
ripe."
     April said, "Okay, put her down."
     Beard set her down.  "Just having a little fun, April.
Earl's the child molester.  He's the one you gotta watch."
     Tall said, "That's right, if you turn your back, Earl will
have her screwed, blewed, and tattooed before you can say my
Terry is not that kind of girl."
     Beard said, "That's right, before you can get it out of your
mouth, she will be.  You better keep a sharp eye on Earl."
     April suppressed a laugh and said, "Will you two sit down so
we can eat.  I'll get you a beer."
     They took seats side by side across from Terry on Charlie's
left.  Tall said, "Better put a six pack on the table.  We don't
want you putting any unnecessary milage on that pussy going back
and forth for beer."
     Beard leaned over to Charlie and said, "It's a proven fact,
Chuck, with every step a woman takes, she rubs two microns of
pussy away.  I knew this marathon runner woman once. You could
stick your head in and wiggle your ears, that's no shit.  Say,
Chuck, has April done any heavy walking or running?"
     April returned with a six pack and said, "I heard that.  The
answer is no, but if you two don't behave, I'm taking a few laps
around the block."
     April leaned across Tall to set the six pack between the
two.  Tall pulled her onto his lap on her back and shoved his
hand up her skirt.  April kicked, squealed and giggled as Tall
wormed in under her panty legband and entered her wet pussy.  He
said, "Hell, we haven't checked you out, yet.  We might want you
to take a few laps.  Can't stand no Black and Decker pecker
wrecker chewing the skin off my weasel."  Tall ripped the panties
off April and returned to fingering her pussy.  April relaxed and
let him have his way, enjoying the lewd attention.  Tall said, "I
don't know, Buck, she's awful damn tight.  Maybe you better
check."  Tall lifted April by the hips and turned her up-side-
down.  Her skirts fell over his arms exposing her naked ass as he
passed her to Beard.  Beard took the hand-off and laid April on
his lap with her head resting in Tall's lap.  He jammed his thump
up her twat and said, "Damn tight pussy, Buck."  He looked at
April and asked, "Are you sure you're married?"
     "Yes I'm sure."
     "How long?"
     "Eighteen years."
     "No way."  Tall got up and went to Charlie.  He lifted
Charlie to his toes by his collar, unbuckled his belt, released
the pants snap and pulled the zipper down.  With one motion, he
dropped Charlie's pants and underwear.  Terry cupped her hand
over her mouth.  April got up to see what Tall was doing.
Charlie's penis was shriveled and drawn into the pubic hair,
making him look like a little boy.  Charlie's face was beet red
as Tall said, "Well here's your problem, April.  Your husband's
got no dick.  This here is a pecker.  You need a cock to properly
break in a pussy."
     With that, he set Charlie down.  Charlie hurriedly gathered
up his pants as Tall opened his fly.  All eyes watched as Tall
dramatically reached in and drew out a thick slab of man meat.
He slapped it on the table by Charlie's plate.  It wasn't even
hard and was ten inches long.  April got up and turned for a
better look, obviously impressed.  Tall said, "This is a cock,
April."
     April got on Beard's lap and leaned over the corner on her
elbows.  Her eyes feasted on the magnificent cock.  Her hand came
down and stroked it.  She curled her finger around it and lifted
it free of the table.  Blood pumped into the mighty member.  Her
hand squeezed, feeling his pulse.  It grew in her fist, prying
her fingers open.  It rose, arching towards the ceiling as April
began pumping.  Tall stood tall and put his cock on proud display
as it reached full erection of thirteen inches and as thick as a
large cucumber with a head the size of a small apple.
     April, as though magically drawn to it stood, and leaned
over the cock.  She took it in her mouth, just managing to get
the head inside.  She pumped and moaned delicious noises as Beard
fumbled with her skirts and set his cock at her pussy.  He drew
back on her hips and sank his head in her stretched cunt, making
her groan.  Tall said, "Of course, mine ain't near as big as
Earl's."
     April looked up as Beard drew back for another plunge.  He
sank eight inches in her, knocking her breath out and making her
fall forward on the table.  She cried, "Oh Lord!"
     Beard forced another two inches in her and had four left
out.  He began sawing in and out, gaining further entry with each
instroke.  April groaned with every thrust, but arched her ass
back to meet him.  Tall walked around to Terry and stood at her
side with his cock in her face, bobbing under her nose.  "Ever
see one this big, Terry?"
     She looked up sheepishly and said, "No, I didn't know they
got that big."
     April looked over and saw Tall rubbing his cockhead against
Terry's lips.  She wanted to say something but Beard made another
lunge, making talk impossible.  She watched Terry gradually turn
head-on and open her mouth wide.  Her lips ran over the crown and
she took in the massive head, bulging her cheeks.  Tall placed
her hands on his shaft and Terry began jacking and sucking.
April's pussy slowly adjusted to the huge intruder and she never
felt anything so erotic and exciting.  Her ass wiggled on the
plunging shaft while she watched Terry sucking Tall.  The action
grew in intensity from both groups.  Charlie sat between them,
stunned and alarmed, feeling totally helpless.
     April came first, crying out, "Oh, God!  Fuck me!  Earl,
Buck, whoever you are, fuck me hard, please!"
     Terry pumped faster and sucked harder.  The cock swelled and
burst hot sperm deep down her throat.  She could feel the streams
jetting up his urethra and into her mouth.  She sucked and
swallowed, but some leaked out at the corners and drooled down
her neck.  April was awed by the sight and shouted, "Suck that
cock, Terry!  Suck it, baby!"
     After their release. they stripped and then stripped April.
They settled down to eat and drink as April fawned over them and
their cocks.  After a hearty meal, Tall laid April on her back on
the table and screwed her silly.  After Tall, Beard flipped her
over and screwed her from the rear.  They drank another six pack
and told dirty jokes, then took April, two six packs, and left.
     Terry and Charlie were still in their seats.  They got up
and walked into the living room.  They sat on the sofa together.
Terry drew her father into her shoulder and kissed his forehead.
She stroked his bangs and said, "Are you all right?"
     "I'm okay.  Your mom was having fun.  I don't blame her."
     "Mom loves you Daddy, you know that."
     "I know, honey, but a woman needs more than love."
     "I suppose.  She did look happy."  They sat in silence, each
thinking personal thoughts.  Terry got up and whipped her
sweatshirt off, saying, "I've got to get out of this damn
wrapping, and these pants are chafing my you know what.  I may
need some doctoring.  Do you mind?"
     "No, not at all.  I'll get the stuff."
     Terry stripped and cleared a space on the table.  Charlie
brought out the surgical soap and cream.  Terry climbed up on the
table and laid on her back with her knees drawn up and spread.
Charlie filled a bowel with warm water and came over.  He
immediately set to work, gently lathering her pussy.  Terry
watched him work with love in her eyes.  She looked past to his
crotch and noticed the bulge.  She got up on her elbows and said,
"Daddy, I want you to make love to me."
     He stopped and looked up.  "What?"
     "You heard me.  I want you."
     "Honey, we can't."
     "Yes we can.  Just clean your penis with the surgical soap
and put it in.  I want you to do it."
     "Are you sure, Terry?"
     "I'm positive."
     Charlie dropped his pants, scrubbed his cock and balls, then
fucked his daughter.  They came together and collapsed in a
lover's embrace.  Terry said, "I love you, Daddy.  I want to be
your mistress.  I'll never turn you down."
     "I love you, Terry.  Your mother said she wouldn't mind.  I
believe her.  I think I'd like that.

     One week later, Charlie, Terry and April arrived at Dr.
Wayne's office.  They weren't alone.  Besides Dr. Wayne, there
were twenty-two others, including Monica.  Two chairs were
centered on Dr. Wayne's desk.  He stood before the desk, leaning
back against it with folded arms.  He motioned April and Terry
into the seats.  April looked properly nervous.  Terry was also
nervous.  The people were all around, some standing, some
sitting. Terry recognized the two men from the waiting room.
April saw the elderly couple from the first day.  Charlie joined
those standing as Terry and April took the seats.
     Dr. Wayne dropped a packet of eight by ten photos on April's
lap and said, "Look them over."
     April was genuinely shocked at the pictures she saw.   Terry
looked in from the side.  Steve said, "Needless to say, if the
authorities ever got a hold of those, you'd be put away for many
years, April.  I truly hate to put this to you this way, but the
fact is you have something I want, and I'll do whatever it takes
to get it."
     "What, you know we don't have much money."
     "I don't want money, I want your daughter."
     "What, you can't be serious."
     "Oh I am.  Let me be more specific, April.  I want Terry at
my beck and call ready to suck or fuck me or anyone I designate.
In short, I want ownership of her body.  You can maintain her,
but you must relinquish her to me on demand."
     Terry sat in stunned disbelief.  April showed equal concern
and put a reassuring arm around her daughter.  She said, "If this
is some kind of sick joke, Dr. Wayne..."
     "It's no joke, April.  I'm ready to call the police right
now unless you agree with my terms unconditionally.  I'm dead
serious."
     Sweat beaded on April's brow.  She looked to Charlie for
support.  Charlie, as usual, looked helpless.  Steve said, "I
want your answer in five seconds or I'll have Marsha make the
call.  Once the call is placed, I'm withdrawing the offer.
One...two...three...four..."
     "All right.  I'll agree."  She turned to Terry and said,
"I'm sorry, Terry, but he has us over a barrel."
     "I know, Mom.  It's all right.  It's not your fault, it's
his."  Terry glared at Steve.
     Steve took his finger off the intercom button and said,
"Good, now strip your daughter and bind her to my couch.  The
bindings are attached.  Cuff her hands at the top."
     April stood and helped Terry to her feet.  Terry stood
passive as April stripped her.  She let her mother place her in
position but began trembling.  April first secured her wrists
over her head, then brought her left leg back near her shoulder
and looped a velcro strap around her ankle, pining her foot in
line with her head.  When she did the same with her right leg,
Terry let out an anguished groan.  Her sex was lifted, totally
open and vulnerable.  April stood back and said, there, are you
happy?"
     "I'll let you know after I fuck her.  I see she healed up
nicely, fresh shave."  He dropped his pants as the crowd pressed
in.  He knelt at her ass and aimed his cock at her hole.  Other
men were getting out of their pants and getting in line as Steve
entered her. Terry moaned as he sank in to his balls in her
aroused pussy.  She looked into his eyes and said, "I guess this
makes me your whore now, huh?"
     Steve stroked in and out, then said, "That's right, Terry.
Do you have a problem with that?"
     "No, it seems to be my destiny."

                         THE FINAL END

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