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   Saleswhore
By: Phil Phantom

   Stan Reynolds heard the timid knock at his office door and wondered
where his private secretary was.  It certainly wasn't her.  She never
knocked, timid or otherwise.  He set his work aside, then got up and
answered a door he'd never answered before.

   There stood Rachel Thompson, his one-gal sales force.  "I'm sorry to
bother you like this, but I had to wait until Gwen stepped out."

   "Well, this is a pleasant surprise.  After our last private encounter, I
never thought I'd get you alone again.  Been doing some private thinking,
Rachel?"

   Rachel blushed as he welcomed her inside with a hand gesture which she
accepted, getting her ass squeezed in passing, making her take a short hop.
As he shut and locked the door, she faced him with both arms raised in a
non-threatening defense, saying, "Please, Mr.  Reynolds.  It's not what you
think.  Believe me.  I am not here for that."

   Stan ignored her claim and her hands.  He stepped in close and drew her
into a tight embrace, dropping both hands to her firm ass as he nuzzled her
ear.  Rachel gently pushed against his barrel chest, but accepted the ear
nuzzle and lobe nibble.  At least, she didn't turn her head trying to avoid
his nibbles or the ear licks that followed.

   "You sexy little fuck.  So, you heard about Stan's Wonder Worm and
decided that being alone with the horny boss man wasn't such a bad idea
after all, huh?"

   "Mr.  Reynolds...Stan...I came to talk, only talk...about Susan
Mathews,...you know, that sexy number in accounting...the one with the big
boobs and eighteen-inch waist...wears form fitting dresses, high
heels...the one that makes an hour glass look like a crushed beer can...the
one they call The Untouchable...You had to have noticed her...Stan..."

   Rachel squirmed as he got her tight-fitting skirt up high enough to get
both hands under the back hem and inside the back of her panty hose,
panties too, and was digging low, making steady progress toward her
moistening feminine grotto until she blurted out, "I'm a lesbian on the rag
and I think I have crabs."

   Stan's hands came out in a flash and he stood back as though suddenly
finding himself in the arms of a leper with bad breath.  Rachel smoothed
her skirt and smiled.  Stan eyed her, then said, "You're not a
lesbian...are you?"

   "I'm married, Stan, but I am strongly bisexual."

   "I suppose your crabs are just fleas."

   "That was a lie, but I am on the rag.  Can we talk about Susan...just
talk?"

   While moving back behind his desk, he said, "We may as well.  I've lost
my mood."

   Rachel took a seat at the end of his couch so she could converse without
the big desk being between them.  She also wanted to keep an eye on his
crotch while they talked.  Stan made it easy by swiveling his chair to face
her head-on with his knees apart and a hand rubbing his groin as though
he'd been kneed in the crotch.  She looked at his massaging hand and
smiled, saying, "You want her, don't you?"

   If we're thinking of the same woman, hell yes--blonde, about five six,
legs that won't quit, built like a brick shithouse?"

   "That's the one, and I know how you can get her any time you want her,
and if you're interested in young stuff, she has three very sexy daughters.
You can get them, too, and the youngest is thirteen.  I've met that one,
and she is hot stuff.  Picture Shirley Temple with tits, big tits.  Breed
them, show them, share them with friends.  Mommy will deliver them naked
with bows in their belly buttons--Interested?"

   By the look of his strained slacks, he was very interested.  He said,
"I'm listening.  First tell me what's in it for you."

   "I want those girls, all three.  I should say, I want at them from time
to time, and I don't want Mommy getting in my way.  They'll be all yours. I
just want you to share.  Mostly, I want Susan transferred to sales.  I need
her, and if I had her under my total control, I could double or triple
sales.  We're talking steady growth as long as she and her little darlings
put out.  If you've looked at the numbers lately, you'll see that we need
that marketing edge.  Our competition is eating our lunch and they're doing
it with paid escorts, whores."

   "Okay, now tell me the rest."

   "I had lunch with Susan and two other women from accounting.  Susan is
absolutely convinced that you are connected to the mob and this is nothing
but a money laundering enterprise."

   "WHAT?  She's in accounting.  She sees where the money comes from."

   "Yes, but she also sees that big black Caddy with the dark windows, the
flashy suits, the body guard, and a lot of that money she sees is cash. 
She handles all the cash accounts."

   "Jesus Christ!  Me, a mobster."

   "She's only been here a few months, Stan.  She doesn't know you're just
a horny guy that has to be on constant guard from pissed husbands."

   "Okay, so she thinks I'm a mobster.  How does that help?"

   "Simple, she thinks you are ruthless, dangerous, and should never be
crossed.  She watches too much TV, but that's good, because she'd never go
to the police.  I also found out that she can't quit.  She's in a big
financial bind right now because her ex has stopped making child support
payments.  Oh, and besides those three girls, she has two boys, eleven and
fourteen, I believe.  Trust me, Stan.  If you put the squeeze on her and
played the part she thinks you are, she'd be putty.  If you threatened to
have her kids tortured and killed, one at a time while she watched, there
isn't anything she wouldn't do to spare them from that fate--nothing."

   Stan stood and glared down on Rachel, then stormed around the desk,
saying, "That's a fucking sick thing to say, Rachel!  You have to be an
awfully sick bitch to even think of something like that.  Why don't you
take your sorry ass out of my office and go slink back into whatever slime
hole you slithered out of."

   Rachel's face fell and she turned white.  She got to her feet on
trembling legs and said, "All I meant was, tell her something gangsterish.
That just came to mind.  That's the kind of sick shit she'd expect to hear
from a real mobster, and she put that notion in my head."

   "Bullshit!"

   "No, I swear.  She said, and these were her exact words, 'If a man like
that ever sets his sights on you, you'd best just strip and spread 'em. 
They don't take no, and they don't kill slow.  They have you cut up alive,
then they feed the pieces to you until you're full of yourself, then they
feed you to gators until they're full of yourself, then they make luggage
out of the gators, drain the swamp, put up a casino, and make a million the
first week.'"

   "Susan said that--those exact words?"

   "I swear.  Ask Joy Smith or Debbie Strickland.  Please believe me.  I am
not a sick bitch.  Yes, I have a passion for young girls, but I'm not into
hurting them.  I adore them.  I just want to love them up one side and down
the other, but I would never ever lay an unwelcome finger on a child under
any circumstances.  You must believe me."

   Stan had been eyeing her with a jaundiced eye.  When she ended her plea,
he said, "I believe you'd love to bind those girls and whip them till they
bleed.  You look the type."

   He noted that she didn't deny that accusation, but did look guilty as
charged.  He paced, then faced her and said, "I'll give this more thought,
but I'll tell you this.  If you ever hurt those girls, I'll see you fry for
it.  I may not be a mobster, but I know mobsters.  All I'd have to do is
drop a dime and a name, and that name will simply vanish from the face of
the Earth.  Go sit on that, Butch!"

   Rachel took that as a goodbye, tucked her tail between her legs, and
made her quiet egress.  Stan returned to his seat and thought, trying
mostly to get a clearer picture of the sexy blond.  All he could recall
were legs, fantastic legs.  When Gwen returned to help man the fort, Stan
decided a stroll through accounting was in order.

   He spotted Susan right away, sitting in a cubicle in a room full of
cubicles with her back to him.  She reminded him of Lori Anderson only not
quite as tall.  Sitting down, she looked exactly like Lori Anderson--from
the rear.  He saw she had pictures on her desk, five, in individual frames.


   He hadn't planned on making personal contact, but everyone looked busy
and the cubicles that could eaves drop were empty.  He went over and sat on
the edge of her desk.  From the front, she looked like a cross between
Dolly Parton and Marla Maples.  She dressed like Lori Anderson, had tits
like Dolly Parton, with a face like Marla Maples.  How did this one ever
get past his radar, he wondered.  She probably walked by and he became
fixated on her sexy legs and swaying, heart-shaped ass.

   Susan jumped when his imposing form came suddenly into view, then gulped
as he sat on the edge of her desk looking down on her with a mobster
look--penetrating and calculating, unafraid, sure, cold, scary, and sexy if
you find men like that sexy.  She did; didn't want to; couldn't help it.

   "Mmm...mr.  Reynolds, Sir.  What a surprise.  Is there...anything I can
do for you?"

   Stan eyed her from head to toe, making the tour of her legs most
obvious, saying nothing, letting her sweat, and she did sweat.  He stared
at her proud tits, then slowly, cat like, let his eyes wander over to the
set of pictures.  They looked like school pictures.  He picked up the
oldest girl, a spitting image of her mother though he couldn't see the bod.
He raised his eyebrows, then said, "Cute kid."

   "That's, uh, Penny, my oldest.  She just turned sixteen a few months
ago."

   He set Penny down and picked up the middle daughter.  She looked
fourteen, but then he remembered she had a son who was fourteen.  He looked
at the oldest boy and saw they were identical twins just as Susan said,
"That's Cathy.  She and Robby are twins, identical twins.  They're
fourteen, now, actually fourteen and a half.  All of my kids are eighteen
months apart, except the twins, of course.  Nine months pregnant, then nine
months free, then back to being barefoot and pregnant again.  That was the
way it was with Lester until I said, enough is enough."

   She was rambling.  He picked up the youngest daughter.  She looked much
younger than thirteen, more like ten or eleven.  She had that Shirley
Temple look with the dimples and brown curly hair, but it was her
mischievous smile and big brown eyes that made her look sexy, like she was
thinking, "I'm not wearing any underwear."

   Susan volunteered, "That's an old picture of Karen.  I think she was
ten. She's now thirteen and looks much different.  Once they enter puberty,
my girls shoot up like weeds.  She's one I'll have to keep my eye on.  She
sprouted up and out in all the wrong places...for a mother, anyway.  Uh,
this is my baby, Kevin.  He was nine in this picture.  He's now eleven and
a half and he's now going through puberty.  He's the last, thank God."

   After making that remark about Karen sprouting out, she tried to divert
Stan's attention away from her, but Stan wasn't diverting.  He kept looking
over Karen's picture, ignoring the one being offered up.  Without taking
his eyes off of the girl, he said, "With a body like yours, you must be
driving that boy nuts.  I hope you didn't tell him that masturbation will
make him go blind.  That would be cruel."

   "Well, no,...we...uh, never discussed that subject.  I don't think he
has a problem.  I do his laundry."

   "Pecker tracks, huh?"

   "What?"

   He let her figure it out.  Seconds later, she said with a blush of
awareness, "Uh, never mind."

   Stan made his decision.  He was going for it.  He had to.  Karen had him
captivated.  She had a certain twinkle in her eye, a precocious smile, and
if the kid was built, she was his ideal woman child, one vice he'd never
indulged but always kept in the wings should the perfect opportunity come
along.  The more he listened to the quaking voice of Susan Mathews, the
more he realized he'd never get a better one.  He said, "What size bra does
Karen wear?"

   "Bra?"

   "Yes, bra."

   "Uh...I buy adult 34 D-cups, but I have to take them in to 30s.  They
don't make a 30-D.  She's at a very awkward stage right now--very
top-heavy. She hasn't grown into her chest--physically or mentally.  That's
why I have to keep my eye on her.  Getting her to wear a bra is the hard
part.  She hates them and would love to go topless if I'd let her."

   "Do you have anything more recent, something on you, something in a
bikini?"

   "I, uh...well, no, not on me and nothing in a bikini.  I won't let her
wear a bikini."

   "Get some for me by tomorrow.  I'd like to see her in a string bikini.
Take a full roll in a variety of poses and get them developed.  I want full
color glossies in eight by ten.  I'd like them on my desk by noon
tomorrow." He took a crisp hundred-dollar bill out of a roll of bills, then
flipped the bill into her lap, saying, "That should take care of it." He
peeled off another, flipped it and said, "And get her a bikini, the
briefest possible, string and bottle caps if that's the briefest." He
peeled and flipped another, saying, "And get yourself something nice."

   In a tone that was more plea than a statement, she said, "That's very
generous, Mr.  Reynolds, but I can't take pictures like that or put Karen
in a suit like that.  I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid I'll have to pass on
your kind offer."

   Ignoring the bills she attempted to pass back, he said, "It wasn't an
offer.  Take the rest of the day off and come in at noon tomorrow.  Come
directly to my office.  Gwen will be expecting you."

   He stood, cupped her under the chin, tilted her head far back and said,
"More importantly, I am expecting you, and you know what else I am
expecting." Susan swallowed hard.  "Don't make me come looking for you. 
I'm the one guy that can find plain folks in the federal witness protection
program.  Finding a doll like you with five kids wouldn't even be a
challenge.  You don't quit; you don't run; you don't hide; you do as you're
told, and everybody stays happy and healthy.  Cross me and...well, you
don't really want to know, do you?"

   Susan's head shook within his grasp.  Stan could tell by the look in her
eyes that she pictured an awful lot of luggage.  He'd said all he needed to
say, and yet, he didn't really say anything.  Still, she had her marching
orders.  As they say in the sales game, once you've given your pitch--shut
up!  Stan touched her on the nose, blew her a winking kiss, then walked off
like the Frank Sinatra.

   Before leaving the accounting office, he turned and said, "I'm
transferring you to sales.  After you check out here, report to Rachel. 
I'll let her know you've been given time off with pay."

   Susan pissed her panties.  I mean, she really pissed her panties.  No
shit!  Piss dripped from her seat and puddled on that plastic mat thingie
they put down for chairs with rollers.  It's a good thing, too, because
she'd have ruined the new carpet.  As it was, she'd ruined a good dress. 
Checking out would take a while.

   Stan stopped by Rachel's office and found her on the phone.  She quickly
blew off her party and looked hopefully to her employer.  Stan sat on the
corner of her desk and said, "All right, we're going to go for it.  I just
had an interesting talk with Susan.  I guess you were on the level."

   "I didn't exaggerate one iota, Stan.  Isn't she something?"

   "She's something all right, but she's scared half out of her mind. 
She's dangerous in that state.  I want you to get her to relax, be a buddy
not a boss.  By the way, she was told to report to you.  She's in sales
now, and she has off until tomorrow at noon.  She has to get sexy pictures
of her thirteen-year-old for me.  She needs a good buddy.  My guess is
she'd jump at the offer of help.  If you get the nod, don't go overboard.
Make the experience pleasant for Susan and Karen, but see that I get some
very revealing photos--up close and personal, if you get my drift."

   "Don't worry, Stan.  I know exactly how to handle this.  We're buddies
already, and she knows I'm interested in her sexually.  She's thinking it
over, kind of tip toeing with the idea.  Right now, she's down on men but
getting hard up and horny.  My guess is she's never tried anything with
women but she's curious.  With her type, I never fail.  I'm very good, and
my sales experience doesn't hurt."

   "Go slow, Rachel.  Blow this, and I may think about pimping your skinny
ass to prospects."

   "I won't blow this, that I promise.  Trust me, Stan.  In this area, I
know what I'm doing, but my real expertise is with the kiddies.  I have
been at that game for over twenty years.  I've had dozens, maybe over a
hundred, and never been reported by any of them.  I've had both sexes and
been in some pretty heavy scenes.  I never take a kid down a path they
don't secretly want to travel.  My secret to success is that I can tell. 
It's a gift."

   "Nothing speaks louder than success.  I'll trust your judgment until you
fuck up once, but I want you to understand this--if I get a sniffle, you
get the flu."

   "Then you'll give me a free hand?"

   "Free until I feel a sniffle coming on.  You had best understand me,
Rachel.  I'm a fun guy, and I want everyone to have fun with me.  No force,
no tears, no sleepless nights, no stress, no strain--fun, fun, fun for
everyone, and I expect you to run this show that way.  I want to get Susan
past this shitty part as quickly as possible.  If you're as good as you say
you are, you work your magic on Susan.  I don't want to see that terrified
look on her face ever again, and if I ever get a negative report from those
kids, your ass will be gone before the line goes dead."

   "You've got a deal, Boss.  Now, can we talk about a raise?"

   Stan stood and made for the door.  At the door, he stopped to say, "I
don't deal on promises; I deal on results.  You should know better, and you
work on commission.  If you want a raise, close more sales."

   "Wait!  What deal is she coming in on?"

   "I hadn't thought about it."

   "We should make it good--heavy on draw, light on commission.  She's not
sales minded.  She only wants guarantees, something she can run a budget
on."

   "What do you suggest?"

   "I think they start accounting girls out at 18K.  She's probably at 20K
by now.  I'd double her take home pay, say 50K, and not offer any
commissions.  Besides, she can't sell, she can only assist the sale."

   "You want all the commissions."

   "I deserve them.  This was my idea.  I found her and told you how to get
her.  You couldn't do this without my help, not safely."

   "All right, Rachel, you sold me.  Get with Greeley and set it up that
way effective today.  Oh, and it had better be safe."

   With that, he left.  Susan knocked five minutes later and announced
herself through the door.  Rachel excitedly said, "Come in!  Come in!"

   Rachel excitedly came out from behind her desk to greet Susan with a
hug, an embrace, saying, "I heard the great news, Susan.  I put in the
request just an hour ago, but I had no idea I'd get what I wanted, not this
fast."

   Rachel eased back, at least, she eased back her head.  She still kept
their bodies merged to keep up the transfer of body heat, especially in the
erogenous areas: breasts, loins, and ass where her hands rested and pulled.
"Why aren't you jumping up and down?"

   "Rachel, he wants my baby.  He wants Karen."

   "What makes you think that?"

   "He picked up her picture and just kept staring at it.  He got aroused,
asked about her bra size, and then he ordered me to provide him with sexy
bikini shots of her.  He wants them on his desk by noon tomorrow.  What am
I going to do, Rachel?"

   "Humm, this looks bad.  I can't say I'm too surprised.  I should have
told you not to display those girls on your desk.  Around here, that's like
trolling for a molester.  It looks like you caught one, a big one."

   Rachel finally released Susan, satisfied that she wasn't the one to
break off the intimate hug.  She paced while thinking, and Susan watched
her think and pace.  Rachel stopped pacing, looked to Susan, and said,
"Okay, do you want it straight or sugar coated?"

   "I want it straight."

   "Resolve yourself to handing over Karen, naked on a silver platter with
a bow in her belly button."

   "Good god, Rachel, I could never!  She just turned thirteen.  You've
seen her.  She's just a child."

   "I saw her, and I saw a little woman who knows the score."

   "That's beside the point.  I know she's a child.  What's more, she's my
child, and I'm not about to hand her to a child molester."

   "You must.  He won't kill her, hurt her, or take her away from you, but
you'll be taking care of his little whore for him.  That's what you have to
resolve yourself to, and that's what he's paying you fifty-thousand dollars
a year for."

   "Fifty thousand?  He's paying me fifty thousand?  He never said anything
about paying me fifty thousand."

   "That's what he told me to put you on, and you don't need to make any
sales.  He said your job was to assist me in any way it takes to clinch a
sale.  He didn't have to tell me what that meant."

   "Well, you'll have to tell me."

   "Straight or sugar coated?"

   "Straight, always straight."

   "You're a sales whore, Susan.  Whatever the prospect wants, you provide,
and if the prospect wants a little girl, or boy for that matter, you
provide.  If he's into incest, golden showers, bestiality, group sex,
bondage, discipline, anal, oral, whatever he wants, you provide."

   "Oh my god!"

   "You wanted it straight."

   Now, it was Susan pacing and thinking.  Rachel let her think and pace.
The pitch was delivered.  Silence was now golden.  The first to speak
looses.  Rachel wasn't about to lose if it took all afternoon.  Ten minutes
later, Susan stopped pacing and said, "Rachel, I can't work as a whore. 
I'm a mother with five children.  And I can't let him use my daughter as
his personal whore.  I can't let him use my children to entertain perverts.
I can't go to the police.  I can't quit.  I can't run.  What am I going to
do?"

   Rachel, now seated behind her desk, put on a concerned look and said, "I
think you answered your own question.  You're a mother with five children.
You'll save what you can, mother them all, and support them the best way
you can."

   "Yes, of course, but how can I live day to day with this situation?"

   "One day at a time." Rachel got up and came to Susan, placed one arm
around Susan's waist and hugged her close, then trailed a finger in the
open space of her top, running over silky-smooth flesh, saying, "This is
not your fault.  You didn't seek employment with a known child molesting
Godfather and display your children's' pictures as bait to lure him to you.
You didn't, did you?"

   Susan watched the finger draw across the swelling of her upper breast
flesh as she said, "No, of course not."

   "That's good.  You had me worried, especially after that conversation at
lunch.  You seemed to know what would happen, and you do dress to attract a
man like Stan.  You'll have nothing to do with any peons, even good looking
peons.  If a person didn't know better, they'd think you were waiting for
the big fish to take the bait."

   Ignoring the button being unbuttoned, Susan said, "Is that what everyone
thinks?  Do they honestly think I use my children as bait?"

   The finger now toured actual breast flesh inside the top edge of each
cup as Rachel said, "You wouldn't be the first, Susan.  I wasn't sure
myself.  I mean, you're with those kids everyday, yet you display their
pictures on your desk.  The only people doing that lost custody, and the
only women with custody doing it are trying like hell to get Stan's
attention.  That's why I didn't interfere.  I'm not one to judge another
woman.  To each her own, I say.  You can tell me the truth, Susan.  Does it
turn you on thinking about a sexy child like Karen in the clutches of a
child molester, a mobster?"

   The finger rubbed across one very hard nipple as Susan said, "No, of
course not.  That would be sick.  I love my kids.  I'm proud of my kids,
and that's all there is to it, and I don't care what anyone thinks."

   "I think your nipples are hard and very lovely.  I thought you'd have
huge nondiscript nipples, but these puppies are gorgeous.  I love nipples
that pucker tight and stick straight out and dark pink is my favorite
nipple color.  Damn, they're like rubber.  Are you sure you don't want that
kid molested?"

   They were both looking inside Susan's pulled out cup, staring at an
alabaster mound of flesh with a cherry-pink nipple in full pucker getting
rubbed over by an index finger, then tweaked between a thumb and finger. 
Susan watched the tit play in silence, then said, "Rachel, are you a
lesbian?"

   "No, but I do appreciate things of exceptional beauty, and I don't limit
myself to one sex.  Right now, I'm growing a bit tired of the male sex and
developing a deeper appreciation of the female.  You had a big influence in
that direction, and I sense you feel the same way.  Am I right?"

   While Rachel began undoing buttons, clear to the belt that went around
Susan's waist, then peeled the parted halves off the shoulders and unhooked
the bra, exposing both DD breasts which she took in each hand, Susan said,
"I am down on men, but I can't say I am switching, or even bisexual.  I'm
not sure I want to do this, Rachel, not here anyway."

   "Relax.  No one enters my office without knocking.  Stan does, but he
knows about me.  I'm sure he put you here because he knew I couldn't keep
my hands off you.  God, these are great tits, Susan.  I don't usually go
for big boobs, but these are hooters.  I would have sworn you had a boob
job.  How do you keep them so firm?"

   "Rachel, don't I have any say so?"

   "Come on, Susan.  Make the best of a bad situation.  We can be friends,
best friends, bosom buddies.  Let's not get off on the wrong foot.  I can
tell you're enjoying this.  I'm a woman.  We don't have to play games, and
you needn't feel uptight with me.  I adore you, and I can give you so much
pleasure at a time when you're under so much stress."

   "Could we at least lock the door?  I'm not used to going topless in a
place of business--anywhere for that matter."

   "I'd rather leave it unlocked.  It's more exciting that way, don't you
think?"

   "I'm too nervous to find anything sexually exciting."

   "That's not what your nipples say, and it's not cold in here."

   "Please, can we just talk for now."

   Rachel released Susan's breasts and stood back wearing a warm smile. 
She said, "Sure, we can, but leave your tits out.  Go topless for me.  Live
a little."

   They took seats on the sofa, and Rachel immediately placed her hand on
Susan's leg, pushing the hem up by four inches to rest the hand past the
mid point, a few inches down from pussy.  Susan stared at the hand rubbing
over a nylon-clad thigh, watching it boldly go in toward the inner thigh
area before turning up.

   Rachel said, "I thought I felt wetness on your ass." She cupped the
crotch and declared, "My god, girl, you're sopping wet!  I've never seen
anyone turned on this much.  What gives?"

   "Rachel, please don't touch me between my legs.  I, uh...peed myself. 
God, this is so embarrassing."

   Rachel ignored the request, laughed, and said, "You pissed your
panties!"

   "I've never been so frightened.  I lose control easily, but never like
this.  Please, Rachel."

   "Relax, I love it.  I love feeling your pissy undies, you sexy bitch."

   "This is so bizarre.  Rachel, honestly, could we just talk?  I need to
talk, and I can't think straight with your hand between my legs.  Please."

   "Oh, all right, spoil sport.  Let's talk."

   "Thank you.  Rachel, I need your help.  I could never take the kind of
pictures he wants of Karen, but I'm thinking you could.  I'm thinking you
might enjoy doing that.  Am I right?"

   "Are you kidding?  I'd love it.  Karen is one sexy little girl.  Yummy."

   "Not you too?"

   "I'm into females right now.  You have to admit, Susan--forget she's
your daughter--that is one sexy little girl."

   "I suppose.  She knows it, too.  She's a bit of a ham and quite the
exhibitionist.  I think she'd love a photo session like the one Stan wants,
but not with me looking on.  I was thinking, if you made a game of it, got
her laughing, praised her beauty, especially her tits, she'd open up and
get sexy for you.  I don't know.  She might freak out.  I just don't know."

   "She will not freak out.  Not with me she won't.  I'm very good with
girls her age.  She wouldn't be my first."

   "Rachel!  You're not...you aren't..."

   "A child molester?  That's a nasty term.  I prefer lover of the young.
Stan made me that way.  What choice did I have?  He snaps, I jump.  He
holds the hoop, I jump through the hoop.  It has been that way for years.
I'm tired of beating myself up for it.  He made me what I am.  I've come to
accept that.  I quit fighting years ago.  Take my advice, Susan.  Don't
ever fight that man, never."

   Susan sat in ponderous silence, then said, "I understand, Rachel. 
Fighting him never entered my mind.  Let's get back to Karen.  How can we
do this?"

   "You just let me handle everything, but I want you right at my side, and
show your happy face, and be loving and affectionate with me.  We must act
like lovers, and Karen should see you loving on another woman."

   "I could never."

   "It will excite her and put her at ease with me.  You may as well get
used to it.  We'll be together a great deal, and I won't hide my desire for
you in front of kids that will see that and much more before too long."

   Alarmed, Susan recoiled and said, "What are you talking about?"

   "Susan, you're going to be whoring for us.  We can't hide that fact. 
You'll be entertaining prospects in your home.  Your home is now the
corporate whore house.  That's part of the 50K."

   Susan shot to her feet and closed her open top, pacing madly while
saying, "That is out of the question!  No way on Earth will that ever be
the case.  You tell that...that, monster..."

   "Hold on, Susan.  I won't tell him anything.  If you have something to
tell him, you tell him yourself.  If you're going to fight him, I don't
want any part of this.  You're going back to accounting.  I want as far
away from you as possible.  Just go."

   "Rachel, no!  Please!  I need you.  I won't fight.  I won't cause
trouble.  I swear I won't.  I'll work as a whore if I must and I'll
surrender Karen if I have no other choice, but you must help me keep this
from my other kids.  That's all I'm asking.  I'm begging."

   "I want your word that you'll never ever look cross-eyed at Stan no
matter what happens."

   "You have my word."

   "Let me think about it, but don't get your hopes up.  I can't really see
any way, and I doubt there is a way.  Stan likes turning a woman's home
into his whore house.  He'd rather fuck Karen in her home with all of you
present than in a plush hotel in private."

   "Oh my God.  Oh no!  Please tell me you're joking."

   "I'm not joking, Susan.  Furthermore, he's into incest of all types. 
You and the kids will be a great amusement to him and his friends.  Be
thinking along those lines, and the sooner the better."

   Now trembling and in tears, Susan stared open-mouthed and pissed herself
again, launching Rachel from the sofa as she grabbed Susan's cardigan
sweater, which she wore tied around her waist to hide the wet area in back.
She placed the sweater between Susan's feet just as the flow down each leg
reached her heels.  Rachel picked up one soggy ankle after another and
placed both feet on the sweater just as the shoes overflowed.

   Susan stood with her face in her hands, pissing and crying, lifting each
foot as prompted, not caring about anything, not even the fact that Rachel
had her dress pushed up past her waist, her panties and panty hose pulled
down to her knees, and was saying, "Piss away, you sexy bitch!"



   * * *

   Susan was still in a daze as she wandered along, following Rachel in a
Fredricks of Hollywood swimsuit section.  Susan wore nothing under her
dress, Rachel having seen to that.  Having never been out in public
braless, much less pantiless, Susan was more than a little on edge, certain
that everyone knew she was naked under her dress.  They certainly knew she
was braless.

   Rachel picked up one bit of string nothingness after another, asking
Susan's opinion, trying to get the distraught woman's mind on the upcoming
shoot, now scheduled for immediately after school at Rachel's house in the
two hours they'd have before her husband arrived home.  Not that he'd mind,
but he would be a distraction, humping the child while they tried posing
her.  Molesting children was all they had in common, and they were good at
sharing their conquests.

   Susan nodded dumbly to everything, and Rachel finally took Susan by the
shoulders and shook her, saying, "Hey, snap out of it.  Get in the mood. 
You couldn't even fake it like you are now, and Karen will pick up on that
right away.  If she sees you stressed out, she'll stress out, and we'll get
nowhere, and I will not force her.  I flat refuse to coerce her in any way.
If she needs coercing or a whipping, you'll have to do it, and you'll have
to do it someplace else.  You're not going to beat that child in my home.
Do you understand me?"

   "Rachel, I can't, I just can't."

   "In that case, you go your way and I'll go mine.  Don't even look at me
in the plant.  Good luck."

   In a panic, Susan chased after and grabbed Rachel, turning her. 
"Please, don't leave me, Rachel!  Help me.  I just need help.  Push me.  I
need a push.  Push hard.  I need a hard push.  Snap me out of this, I beg
you.  I'll do anything you say--anything."

   Rachel acted as though she were thinking about it, when in fact, she was
thinking about a way to shock Susan into a more cooperative frame of mind.
They had attracted the attention of Ray, the owner--a good friend of
Rachel's--along with three male customers, and interest from half a dozen
browsing females and two female sales clerks.  The situation had
possibilities, and she'd earlier given Ray a secret sign that they didn't
know each other.  This wasn't the first time they played this game with an
unaware guest shopper in Rachel's company.

   His nod meant anything went.  If he nodded twice, that meant keep it
within bounds.  If he shook his head, that meant don't do anything.  This
time, she got a nod and a smile because Rachel had never brought in
anything so sexy that was not a minor.

   Rachel stopped Susan's pleading and said, "All right.  I'll tell you
what.  Show me that you can overcome your inhibitions and act slutty, and
I'll reconsider.  Prove to these people that you are an uninhibited
exhibitionist.  Let me see you padding around in crotchless panties and
half cup bras and spend more time out of the dressing rooms than in.  Put
on a good performance, and I'll think about helping you.  Fuck up once, and
I'm out of here.  You'll be on your own, and I'm dead serious."

   In shock, Susan said, "Rachel, I'll get arrested!"

   "Are you kidding.  In here?  They love when an exhibitionist comes in.
It's good for business.  Horny shoppers buy.  The owner would never call
the cops.  If a customer complains, he might stop you.  If you push it to
that point, we'll call that a success.  I'll be impressed, but I think
you'd have to get naked and masturbate to shock anyone here.  Do that, and
you have a partner."

   Susan looked around and saw ten people looking at her.  She looked to
Rachel, then thought of luggage, then squared her shoulders and began
shopping in the skimpy undies section.  To start, she chose a set of
French-cut panties and shear bra, went to a changing booth and put them on.


   Rachel went to Ray and gave him the rundown, making his smile broaden.
They were eagerly awaiting Susan's entry, but she was taking forever. 
Rachel said, "I think you'd better help break the ice.  Get her going.  Go
easy, though.  She's ready to bolt, and this one is a pisser, a real
pisser."

   Ray knew the type, smiled, and went over to the louvered salon doors and
peeked over the top, not being subtle, totally inappropriate for a strange
man in such an establishment.  He caught Susan posing, and she shrieked
when the man's smiling face suddenly appeared in her peripheral vision.

   "You were in here so long, I thought you needed assistance.  [running
his interested eyes over her near nakedness] I see you managed to get it
all in.  That's a shame; I was hoping to help.  By the way, those look
stunning on you, very sexy.  If you want to see the effect at a distance,
we have a full-length mirror on the back wall of the shop.  Just stay away
from the front window."

   On the verge of hyperventilating or pissing, Susan gathered her wits and
said, "Would that be permissible, I mean, to come out like this?"

   "Permissible?  Hell, with a bod like yours, I'd pay you.  Take your
time. Walk around.  Try on anything you like.  If you stick around for an
hour, you can have that set with my compliments."

   His appreciative stare warmed Susan and started a tingle in her crotch.
Arrest was her biggest concern, but he acted like the owner, and he wasn't
concerned.  She wasn't really that bashful about her body, and many of her
best fantasies featured acts of lewd exhibition in a setting much like the
one she now found herself in.  She never acted on that fantasy but thought
about it a great deal.  A warm smile formed and she posed full front for
him, saying, "Do you really like it?  I mean, is it really that sexy?"

   That was all the invitation he needed and he entered the booth.  He
quickly had Susan against the wall and had his hand in her panties and a
finger stroking her slippery slit.  She stiffened at first, but quickly
relaxed and let herself be fondled top and bottom as he pressed in close
and whispered in her ear, "You're a horny little cunt, aren't you?"

   Panting, she said, "Yes!"

   "You get out there and make those dicks hard and get those cunts
drooling.  Do a good job for me, and I'll stuff this horny cunt with eight
inches of hard cock.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

   "Yes!"

   "Go get 'em tiger, or should I say, pussy?"

   He left her panting.  Seconds later, before she lost her nerve, Susan
stepped out into a sea of eyes, seeking one set in particular, Rachel's. 
She stood in the back wearing a big smile.  With that smile, Susan took
encouragement and began walking, looking at herself in the full mirror,
never once taking her mind off of those looking at her.

   Each time, she selected something sexier and more revealing until she
arrived at the crotchless panties and half-cup bras.  When she stepped out
in that outfit, she had a much bigger crowd, now twenty, with men
out-numbering women.  She'd gotten too close to the front window.  Rachel
applauded, and others joined in.  Susan strutted her stuff like a stripper
on a runway.

   She didn't masturbate, but did touch herself.  She got her fingers wet
and her wet fingers got her bare nipples wet, and she was one slimy bitch
when Ray dragged her to the back room and fucked her silly with Rachel
looking on.  After he fucked her, Rachel ate her.  Susan left on wobbly
legs carrying a bag of nasty goodies and one very nothing string bikini,
all compliments of the owner.

   Susan sat in a daze in Rachel's new Lincoln as they headed to Susan's
house to meet Karen at her bus stop.  Susan was still riding a sexual high
and looked to Rachel with lust in her eyes.  Rachel looked over and smiled
knowingly, then said, "You look like a fresh fucked fox after a forrest
fire.  You're into this, now, aren't you?"

   "That was incredible, Rachel.  God, I needed that, all of it.  I forgot
how good a hard cock and a good fuck felt--twenty-two years to be exact."

   "I think whoring will suit you quite well."

   Susan giggled and said, "I do, too.  The fuck was fantastic, and
you...oh, Rachel, I loved what you did.  I'll spread my legs for you
anytime, anywhere.  Well, almost anywhere.  [giggle] I hope I can keep this
mood when I see Karen step off that school bus.  Don't let me freeze up. 
Slap me if you have to, but we must get these pictures, and we need to get
Karen in the mood to be molested.  There's no point in putting that off
either.  If you want to know the truth, I'm looking forward to watching you
molest my little girl.  [giggle] Aren't I awful?"

   "Would you like to watch while I teach her how to eat pussy?"

   "Oh God!  You nasty child molester, you.  [giggle] Actually, in the mood
I'm in right now, I'd love to watch you teach Karen the ropes.  Ummm, yes,
that would be something to see.  My little girl, licking your
pussy...ummmm. God, I am so excited, and just an hour ago, I was near tears
with fret and worry just thinking about taking pictures of her in a bikini.
Now, I'm eager to watch her eat a woman's pussy--correction, a child
molester's pussy.  [giggle]"

   "Great, because I'm using your pussy as my demonstration model."

   "Oh fuck!  That, I'm not ready for."

   "Too bad.  I need my itches scratched, too.  I want to see a daughter go
down on her mommy, and I want to see the two of you scarfing down on each
other's cunts.  So will Stan, so there's no time like the present, is
there, Mommy?"

   "I'll freeze.  I know I will.  I can't even imagine that.  You were my
first and I still haven't tried it.  I've thought about it enough.  I've
never thought about doing it with a kid, certainly not my own.  Are you
sure I'll have to do that for Stan?"

   "Absolutely, with Karen and the others.  You'll suck all three of their
cunts and they'll suck yours.  You'll be sucking and fucking the boys, too,
so be thinking about that."

   "Oh god, I am so screwed.  Those boys would fuck me at the drop of a
hat. They'd fuck me if a hat looked like it was about to drop.  Hell,
they'd fuck me at the sight of a hat.  Mention the word hat, and they'll
fuck me."

   "You made your point, you horny bitch!"

   [giggle] "Turn left at the next intersection.  It'll be two blocks down
on the right.  The bus stop, I mean.  I live three blocks further down on
the left.  We're early.  If you'd like, we can wait at the house.  The big
kids don't get home until four.  It'll just be Karen and Kevin.  If I have
to fuck him and suck him, he may as well see my lady lover.  Listen to me.
I am accepting this insanity far too easily.  I feel like a whore already.
I feel like a mother fucking whore."

   "Wait till he sees me finger fuck you?  Have these kids ever seen your
cunt?"

   "Cunt.  I used to fly into a rage at that word.  I feel like a cunt, and
now I love that term.  Seriously, though, no they haven't, and I'd rather
not shock him that much just yet.  Just touch me in an intimate way.  I'll
respond and touch you in the same way.  I'll even kiss you."

   "Kiss my cunt in front of them.  You owe me."

   "Yes, I do, and I'm looking forward to paying you back, but not in front
of Kevin.  He'd shit if he saw me do that.  That's my house, the brown
two-story."

   "Nice house."

   "I wish I could still afford it."

   "What, 50K isn't enough?"

   "I forgot about that.  I'm drawing whore's wages."

   "Yes, and this is a two-story whore house.  Get used to it."

   "That just seems so unreal.  How does one get used to it?"

   :"It'll feel like a whore house when all the cunts in it are getting
fucked like whores."

   They sat in the car with the engine off.  Susan got serious, showing
uptight signs as she said, "How long before it's like that?  Give it to me
straight, Rachel."

   "Three, maybe four days if I know Stan.  Can't wait to get things
started, huh?"

   "No, I can wait, but I can see you can't.  Let's go inside.  I'll show
you around your new whore house."

   Susan took Rachel on the three dollar tour.  When they arrived at the
master bedroom, Rachel threw herself on the bed with her skirt pulled up
and legs spread wide, revealing a totally shaved pussy with a rose tattooed
on the mound and the thorny stem winding its way in and out of her bare
cunt lips all the way to her anus.  Susan, shocked speechless, stared at
the vulgar yet enticing spread, a well-defined vagina with vagina innards
spilling out between puffy labia lips,

   Susan was staring a cunt-and-a-half in the slobbery mouth as Rachel
said, "Give me a sample of your cunt eating abilities."

   "Here?  Now?  They'll be along any minute.  I'd rather do this when we
can get into it properly."

   "You need to have cunt breath when you greet the kiddies with a nice
long kiss on the mouth.  Slip the little fuckers some tongue and give them
a thrill.  Come on, eat me!"

   "Rachel, you're freaking me out.  I told you, I'm not ready for this."

   "You eat my cunt or I'm out of here.  I'll let you figure out how to get
Karen ready for a child molester, but she'd better be ready by tomorrow,
because he'll be here, and he'll be naked with a hardon when she walks in
the door.  If you want her to go merrily over and hop on his cock, you get
down and start sucking my cunt.  I mean it, Susan.  I'm not going any
further until you demonstrate to me that you are serious and committed to
going all the way.  You can't choose the pace, so forget that.  Stan will
set the pace, and Stan is not a man that waits for anything or anyone.  You
need to be one step ahead at all times, and that's what I'm trying to do
for you.  Fight me at any point, and you're on your own."

   Susan absorbed this message rather quickly and settled to her knees as
the message settled in.  She stared at the wet beaver for a few seconds,
then appeared to resolve herself, leaned forward, and merged her dry lips
with slimy cunt lips.

   Rachel smiled and said, "There, that's not so bad, is it?  Now, get that
tongue to work.  I showed you how it's done.  Yes, that's it, deep, ummmm,
yummy, huh?"

   Susan tried to run her tongue deep in the woman's pussy, but there was
something in the way just inside the hole, and that something had a string
attached to it--

   TAMPON!

   "What's the matter, Susan?"

   "You're menstruating?"

   "So.  If my bloody rag is in your way, pull it out.  Rare pussy is a
rare treat.  Turn me on, Susan; use your teeth."

   Susan stared blankly at the string, then went for it with bared teeth.
She pulled the soaked wad of cotton out, and spit it to the floor.  Rachel
laughed.  Susan saw that the tampon was just spotty and soggy, not soggy
red.  Rachel was at the end of her period.  Relieved, Susan returned to
cunt sucking, trying not to think red.

   She quickly adjusted to the strong vaginal musk--offensive at first, but
easily adjusted to.  As she ran her tongue up the slit and over the clit,
Rachel said, "Now, when those kids get here, you kiss them on the mouth and
I want to see you using lots of tongue.  Give each one a good taste of my
pussy."

   Susan made a pained face and Rachel said, "Don't make me make that
threat again, Susan.  It's getting old.  Just do as I tell you.  I won't
threaten again.  The next time you balk, I'll just get up and leave. 
You're doing great so far.  Don't blow it now."

   Susan, now resolved further, pushed back on Rachel's inner thighs and
put more effort into sucking the woman's cunt, putting a smile on Rachel's
face as she said, "That's it, girl, get that nice stinky slut slime all
over your pretty face.  Yeah, Baby.  Get it all over--forehead, cheeks,
ears.  Get your neck.  That's it.  Get that sexy neck real good.  Oh,
yeah!...Now, get those tits out and give them a good coating.  Tit fuck me.
I want you to reek of pussy when you hug those kids.  Ummm, yes, you nasty
whore."

   Susan freed her tits after getting her neck wet, then eagerly coated her
tit flesh in the slimy maw, at times, fucking the hole with her nipple,
first one then the other, all the while on the verge of tears and a climax.

   Rachel saw this dangerous condition and remembered Stan's warning, a
sobering memory.  She'd let herself get carried away.  She couldn't help
herself, but could now see she was about to blow the whole deal and
possibly get her ass fired.  She wasn't worried about being vanished from
the face of the earth, but he'd sure as hell fire her ass.  She didn't want
to, but she pushed Susan away and sat up.

   Susan sat back on her heels and simply cried into her hands.  Rachel
quickly sat up and comforted her, saying, "That was just a test, Susan.  I
had to test your resolve.  We're not going to do any of those things, not
today, anyway.  You did great.  I'll stick with you.  I trust you, now."

   Susan stopped sobbing, let her hands down, broke a weak smile, and said,
"You were just testing me?"

   "Sorry, but I had to see what you were made of before I stuck my neck
out for you.  I think you'll do fine with a few rough spots.  You'll get
through them.  I have confidence in you now.  You were actually going to do
it, weren't you?"

   "Yes.  What choice do I have?  I didn't know how, but I was resolved to
it."

   "Incredible!  You are one sexy little bitch.  You're going to make Stan
one sexy whore, and you're going to make me a rich bitch."

   Susan now wore a big smile, a proud smile, a warm loving smile.  Rachel
kissed her smiling lips, then said, "Hurry and get yourself cleaned up and
presentable.  You smell like a fish market, and you'd better use some
mouthwash.  I'll go out and greet the kids.  I'll tell them you had to go
to the bathroom.  Don't worry.  I won't do much without you."

   Susan wiped her tears and breathed a quaking sigh.  She got up and went
to her private bath as Rachel left the room at the sound of kids in the
house.

   Susan dropped the dress to her waist and scrubbed slut slime as though
it were toxic waste, then gargled twice, brushed her teeth, and gargled
again.  She doused herself in perfume.  Now satisfied that they'd smell
nothing unusual, she restored the dress.

   She wanted to restore undies, but decided against it.  She needed to do
something radical to advance them toward decadence.  That was a start she
could handle.  Though they wouldn't know she had no panties on, they'd see
bare legs and they'd never seen her go braless.  It was a start.

   Impressing Rachel took on a new priority and motivated more ideas.  She
thought kissing them on the lips would be a good idea.  That, she could
handle.  They used to peck lips, but only when the kids were very young. 
Since then, it was a peck on the forehead, nose, cheeks, or chin, very
properly avoiding the mouth.  A good kiss on the mouth would get them
thinking in new directions, and if Rachel saw some tongue action, she'd be
impressed.  Susan gave that lots of thought.

   She thought about Rachel, her lover.  Yes, they were lovers.  They
should do something, something that Kevin could report to the others, a
kiss, a passionate kiss, perhaps.  She'd take her cues from Rachel, but
that was doable.  Oddly, Susan began to respond sexually to the idea,
warmed to the idea, and was soon ready to go out and show affection.

   She could hear the kids laughing.  That made her feel better, helped her
relax, and put a smile on her face.  When she entered the living room, she
saw what had them laughing.  Rachel had lifted the back of her mini-skirt,
a skirt she had just purchased, exposing most of her bare left ass cheek
and the tattoo thereon, one Susan hadn't noticed in the bedroom.

   Rachel was bent horizontal from the waist with her feet planted wide. 
The kids were on their knees behind her, laughing at the butterfly tattooed
on her ass while getting a good peek at the woman's naked pussy in the
process.  They had flushed faces, amused arousal, excitement.  They'd never
met a woman like Rachel, and probably never saw an adult vagina from the
front or rear, and they were getting a very good look at a rear view.

   On Rachel, the rear view was the best view.  Rachel knew how to show
kids her cunt and the kids weren't bashful about looking at it.  The little
shits were cheek to cheek with their noses practically in the woman's butt.

   When Susan got close, approaching from behind, she saw what had them
laughing.  The butterfly was on its back and sported an erection.  It was,
in fact, a human cock with butterfly wings.

   Susan almost laughed as she stared with them, then said, "Haven't you
kids ever seen a woman with a tattoo before?"

   The kids, on hearing their mother, jolted back and stood up straight. 
Karen said, "Not there, we haven't."

   Susan assumed that the "there" Karen referred to was the portion of the
rose tattooed on Rachel's cunt.  That was what they were all staring at
when she so rudely interrupted them.  Susan said, "She doesn't want one
that shows.  That's a good place, don't you think?"

   Susan said this while running her fingers over the butterfly as both
kids nodded with wide eyes watching their mother's hand flow over a woman's
naked ass while moving low toward the crotch.  Having her kids watch and
seeing their amused reaction inspired her to trail a finger down to the
lips of Rachel's pussy.  With their eyes focused on the pussy, Susan said,
"She has one on her pussy, too.  It's a rose.  See, this is the stem."

   Rachel stood and faced the kids, raised the front of her skirt and
showed the rose.  They weren't laughing.  They were too stunned and
mesmerized by the sight of the full frontal view of a woman's shaved pussy,
shocked even more when their mother sank to her knees, hugged the woman
with one arm around her bare ass, then used that same finger to trace over
the rose, then follow the stem through the cunt lips.

   Again, Susan took encouragement from the wide-eyed stare of her kids. 
Getting closer, with her cheek resting at the top of Rachel's right leg,
Susan addressed Kevin, saying, "Doesn't she have a pretty pussy, Kevin?"

   He could only nod and couldn't even manage that when he saw his mother
reach out with her tongue and flick it over the clit.  Susan ran her
tonguetip the length of the slit, gave the slit a firm kiss, then stood. 
And then they watched them kiss, a long kiss that featured a mutual finger
fuck, and when the kiss ended, their mom dropped to her knees and opened
her arms to Karen, a familiar sign that she wanted a welcome home kiss.

   Karen moved into the arms expecting to deliver and receive a cheek peck,
but finding lips meeting hers and pressing firmly together.  She quickly
discovered this was not to be a peck, and she soon felt the tip of her
mother's tongue running the length of her lips.  Susan tested the waters
and the waters parted, so she sent her tongue inside, fully inside and they
French kissed.  When Susan retracted her tongue, Karen returned the favor,
and they did more French kissing.

   And then it was Kevin's turn, and he got the same thing, only a longer
one, and then they watched another finger-fucking kiss between the two
women, and saw tongues dueling outside the mouths, and they just couldn't
believe what they were seeing.

   When that kiss ended, and the two women stood side by side with arms low
around each other's waists, under each other's skirts, feeling each other's
naked ass, Susan said, "Kevin, Karen--Rachel and I are girl friends.  We
love each other like boy friend and girl friend.  You had best get used to
seeing us kiss, because we like kissing, and I'm sure you'll be seeing us
together a lot from now on.  I hope this doesn't upset you."

   Karen smiled and said, "Mom, are you a lesbian?"

   "No, dear.  I'm what they call bisexual.  So is Rachel.  We like both
sexes.  It's more common than you might think."

   Kevin said, "Wow, Mom!  I never thought I'd see you kiss another woman
like that.  I never saw you kiss Daddy like that."

   "He never turned me on the way Rachel does.  When I'm with Rachel, I
feel very sexy, and I get very horny."

   "Yeah, I could tell."

   Susan smiled, ruffled his hair, then addressed her smiling daughter:
"Karen, we're going over to Rachel's house.  She wants to take pictures of
you for her collection of sexy young girls.  Would you like posing sexy for
Rachel?  We bought you an itty bitty bikini, so itty bitty you have to look
close to see it."

   "Wow!  Yeah, I guess so."

   Kevin whined, "Don't I get to go, too?"

   "No, dear, this is just for girls.  Karen will be almost naked and the
poses will embarrass her if there's a boy watching."

   Karen's face was in full flush as she tried to absorb the message.  If
the message didn't get through loud and clear, it did when Rachel said,
"We'll all be naked, Kevin.  In some, Karen will be naked and your mom will
be doing things to her pussy that boys should never see.  This is a private
girl party, but I'm sure Karen will tell you all about it."

   Karen stood wide-eyed with her mouth open.  Susan thought that was going
too far and knew they'd better get a move on before Rachel shocked them
further.  She took Karen by the hand and led the way.  Rachel followed. 
Kevin followed Rachel, watched them place Karen between them on the front
seat, then drive away.

   He didn't see both women place hands high on Karen's bare legs.  Karen
saw the hands.  She couldn't take her eyes off them and watched both hands
move steadily up to her panties and start digging under the panties, coming
at her naked pussy from both leg holes.

   Karen stared into her crotch, amazed that her mother's hand was in
there, doing more to her than the weird lady was doing.  Her mother had a
finger up her hole.  Susan, now riding another sexual high, excited beyond
reason by the shocking display they'd put on, excited by her own exposure,
the French kissing, all of it, was now ready for more and vented her new
lust on her daughter's pussy, more to impress Rachel, but she soon forgot
Rachel and simply enjoyed playing with a young girl's pussy.

   Karen helped a great deal.  Had she shown the slightest anxiety or taken
the shocking revelations with a hint of disapproval, Susan could not have
laid a hand on her leg, much less put a finger in her pussy.  The girl
loved it, all of it, and would dive right into being molested.  Kevin, too.
She almost wished they'd brought him along, but he was left to report what
he'd seen to the others.  He'd be doing that about now.

   Susan thought about that scene.  She knew the two young ones would be
easy, the middle two, difficult, and the oldest, impossible.  She imagined
their reaction to the things he had to tell them, and doubted he'd be
believed.  Kevin wasn't the most reliable source, but then he could swear
to God and become reliable.  Robby and Cathy would be shocked but want to
believe--Robby, for sure.

   Penny would call him a liar and be very upset.  When Penny was Karen's
age, she'd been a handful, worse than Karen and with the mouth of a sailor,
but she didn't have a voluptuous woman's body to blame it on.  She
developed, but very gradual, and at sixteen, still hadn't been able to fill
her C-cup without using tissue.  She, however, had classic beauty, a young
lady, and now that she'd found Jesus, a young lady holy roller who was
quick to tell everyone else how to act or what Hell was like if they didn't
act right.  Now, deep into the church, she was impossible, and Karen bore
the brunt.

   Susan could visualize seducing Cathy and Robby, or could see Rachel
doing it, but had no idea how they'd make a decent whore out of Penny with
Jesus in the way.  Still, Susan could see exciting possibilities in trying,
and if that failed, forcing her.

   Susan smiled to herself, then looked over to Rachel, met her eyes and
said, "Doesn't she have the most wonderful little pussy between her legs,
Sweetheart?"

   "At this age, they all do, but this one is a juicy little beaver, I'll
grant you that.  Take her fucking panties off so we can get a preview."

   Susan set about giving them a preview, and Karen lifted her ass without
being told to do so.  The panties were down and off in seconds, then Karen
settled lower in the seat, bringing her feet up and pressing her soles
together, making them a good spread to play with, also without being told.

   At the first traffic light, all three gazed on the little beaver with
the inflamed and swollen cunt lips with a light covering of downy pubic
hair.  Her cunt lips were so full, they kept the slit closed even in the
sitting splits that Karen sat in.  Susan had to pull on a lip to see what
was inside, exposing the bright coral-pink interior, and when Rachel pulled
the lip on her side over, they saw it all: shiny clit, soft inner lips, and
her tight little pristine hole which Susan entered with her free hand,
saying, "God, she is so tight, and she's a virgin, Rachel.  I'd have sworn
this one would have taken care of that on her own.  I know Penny did.  I
caught her fucking herself with my hairbrush when she was younger than
Karen--eleven, I believe."

   "That's par for the course."

   "Yes, but you haven't seen my hair brush.  Lester bought it in a New
Orleans adult novelty shop.  The handle is a cock only somewhat subtle. 
There's no veins or crown, but it has an arch to it like a hard cock and
the end of the handle has a bulb twice as thick as the shaft.  Any women
would look at that handle and see a cock.  Penny did, and the little bitch
had it in to the bristles, going to town with her eyes closed.  She was
having such a good time, squirming on that fake dick, pretending it was her
daddy, I let her finish.  God, what a sight that was, and was she ever
surprised when I pulled the dildoe out of her twat.  She opened her eyes
wide, let me tell you."

   "That's precious."

   "Yes, and I was pretty cool.  I wasn't pissed; in fact, I smiled and
told her that if she ever did get her father to use the real thing, she'd
be terribly disappointed.  Honest, Rachel, the man has a four-inch dick
with a hair trigger, and I remained faithful to that worm for seventeen
years.  Ray was the first since my divorce six months ago, and when I see
Lester again, I'll slap him for telling me he had a cock."

   Karen, who sat wide-eyed and all ears, excitedly said, "I knew it. 
Penny is such a lying hypocrite, Mom.  She told me she wanted to be a
virgin on her wedding day."

   "She may want to be, but it's too late for that.  My brush has an
eight-inch handle.  Cherries don't grow that far back.  I'll tell you
something else, Karen.  I gave her my permission to use my brush in my
bedroom, only in my bedroom, and she took me up on the offer.  I've caught
her in the act dozens of times since then, and I always stayed and
watched."

   "You mean she was still doing it after she joined the church."

   "She was, but she tried to hide it.  I never caught her at it after
that, but I knew she was using it.  I gave her that brush on her birthday.
She hides it like a dildoe, but I found her hiding place.  I've been
checking the handle almost daily, since.  Guess what it smells like every
day so far, and I've been cleaning it after every check."

   "Oh, that fucking liar...oops...sorry, I slipped."

   Susan laughed and said, "Honey, it's all right to say fuck when you're
getting fucked.  [little girl giggle] I'm fucking you with my finger, or
hadn't you noticed?"

   [another little girl giggle] "I noticed, all right.  Mom, you can fuck
me all you want.  I like being able to say fuck in front of you...FUCK! 
FUCK!  FUCK! ...FUCK MY PUSSY!  [giggle a lot]

   Rachel said, "Speaking of fucking her pussy, why don't you take care of
that bothersome cherry while you have her in the right position.  They go
easy to a finger with long nails."

   Susan looked to Karen's anxious face and said, "Rachel is right, Karen.
You're better off without it, and that would be the best way.  You might
feel a little stinging pinch, but that's all, and it goes away quick."

   Karen looked from her mother to Rachel and back, then said, "I guess."

   Susan said, "Hold still, Karen.  There's a spider on your neck."

   "GET IT OFF!  GET IT OFF!"

   [SLAP]

   "Did you get it?"

   "There was no spider, and you're no virgin."

   "WHAT?"

   "See for yourself."

   Karen looked to her crotch and saw her mother's finger in to the palm.
"Wow.  I didn't feel a thing."

   Rachel said, "I'll have to remember that.  Busting cherries is usually
the hardest part.  That was very cleaver, Susan.  I'm impressed."

   "I served two years in the Peace Corp in the Andes right after college.
It works great for shots, too.  Aranja!  Slap Stick.  Hey, slapstick.  I
made a funny."

   Rachel said, "Very funny.  You should be on stage.  One leaves in ten
minutes.  Okay, here we are, girls, and now we only have an hour until
Frank gets home.  We have to be finished and out by then.  If Frank sees
this juicy morsel, he'll have her tied up for hours, and I mean literally
tied up.  He likes to tie them up to fuck 'em."

   Susan said, "We're in no hurry."

   "Really!  Well, then, we'll take our time.  You are full of surprises,
Susan.  [Susan beamed; Rachel looked to Karen who was not beaming] How do
you feel about your mommy wanting to watch you get tied up and fucked by a
grown man?"

   Karen looked to her aroused mother, then to Rachel, then said, "I guess
it's okay if it's okay with her.  [she looked to her mother] Won't I get
pregnant, though?"

   "I'm sure he'll pull out in time."

   Susan said the last part while looking to Rachel, turning a statement to
a question.  Rachel said, "You don't know male child molesters very well.
Frank will pull out in time--out of her ass to cum in her cunt in time. 
Come on; let's go.  We have a child to molest."

   Susan walked beside Rachel and managed to whisper, "Rachel, I don't want
her to get pregnant."

   "Tell that to Stan.  He'll want them all pregnant.  Start stocking up on
Pampers."

   The look Susan gave in response was priceless.  Rachel smiled at the
look and said, "You two get naked while I ready the equipment.  Get that
suit on her.  Let's get those shots out of the way, and then we'll get
started on the good stuff."

   "How am I ever going to get good stuff developed?"

   "We have our own studio and do all of our developing, even color. 
That'll save you a few bucks."

   Developing the film was a big concern and she desperately needed the
three-hundred she hadn't spent a dime of.  The relief pushed out the
anxiety and she began stripping.  She only had the dress and shoes to strip
out of and was able to assist Karen out of her clothes and help her into
the suit.  Stripping Karen for molesting gave Susan a cheap thrill.  Karen
could tell as her mother removed the bra and massaged the red lines,
pausing frequently to tweak and roll the nipples.

   Karen figured that she had the right to cop a feel off her mother, and
with her mother on her knees, and her tits handy, Karen did, matching tweak
for tweak, nipple roll for nipple roll, throwing in a milking action
because she'd always wanted to do that to her mother's udders.

   Rachel, now nude and holding a 35mm camera, came upon that scene and
said, "Hold that pose, girls.  Ah, yes, mother and daughter playing with
each other's titties [flash].  Great, now suck on a tit, Susan.  Nurse on
your kid.  Good!  [flash] Karen, get on your knees and suck on Mommy's
tit...no, the left.  I want the right one in the foreground.  That's it
[flash].  That's super.  Okay, when you get that suit adjusted, show me
your best sexy poses."

   The suit looked absurd on Karen, but Karen felt sexy in it and knew how
to strike a sexy pose.  Rachel snapped off ten pictures in a variety of
revealing poses, slutty poses, then said, "Okay, get rid of the suit and
let's see a good mother/daughter beaver.  Susan, why don't you lie back on
the coffee table.  Karen, you lie over her on your back.  Get your cunts,
one over the other."

   Susan didn't want to get involved in any pornography with her daughter
but found herself responding to every command, and her wants soon became
moot as Karen laid over her and rested her head between the twin pillows of
her breasts.

   Rachel said, "Beautiful, fucking beautiful [flash]!  Karen, hold your
legs open by grabbing onto your toes.  That's it, sweetheart, make a big
beaver.  Mommy, you reach between her legs and show me her little fuck
hole. Let's show the people what a tight little pussy she has to fuck. 
This is the silver platter, Susan, so make it look good."

   Susan found herself reaching, lining all fingers along the lips, and
pulling wide while looking over Karen's shoulder to see Rachel get close to
capture both cunts and both faces [flash], and only then did Susan rethink
the wisdom of getting her smiling face in the frame--and what the hell was
she doing smiling, anyway?

   "Fantastic.  Let's see some kissing.  Karen, arch back and get your
tongue way out.  Mommy, suck on it but let some show.  Suck it like a dick.
Yeah, that's it [flash].  One more.  Both of you stick your tongues out and
make them look like snakes fucking.  Susan, finger fuck her.  Karen, pull
your cunt open.  [flash] Fan-fucking-tastic!  You sluts look great.  Karen
flip around.  Let's get some cunt sucking action."

   Karen hurriedly reversed her position, but Susan had reservations. 
Those reservations dissolved when her daughter's wet beaver filled her
vision.  Obviously, Karen had no reservations.

   Rachel said, "Susan, you need to pull your legs back so Karen can reach
your cunt with her mouth.  Karen, you can help by pulling back on her ass.
Hug your mother's ass and pull.  Yeah, that's doing it.  Susan, can you get
your mouth on her cunt?  [Susan said she could] Do it while I focus on
Karen doing you.  [Susan did and made Karen giggle.]

   "Okay, Karen, let's see a good pussy lick.  Come on, you can do better.
Get your tongue inside the slit and press in.  Make your tongue plow
through Mommy's pussy.  That's it [flash].  Now, get your face full in it
and look at the camera.  Smother your face in mother.  That's it [flash].
Stick your tongue in Mommy's fuck hole and smile big.  Yeah, that's it. 
[flash].  Now, touch your tongue to her asshole [flash].  Suck on her clit
[flash].  Now, suck on my clit, you little cunt slut!"

   Susan felt Rachel's knees against the back of her own thighs and missed
having the mouth on her cunt.  She could feel every cunt humping bump being
transmitted through her daughter's body as Rachel face-fucked the kid. 
Susan devoured Karen's pussy so she'd derive pleasure from the experience
and ignore all the derisive terms Rachel hurled at both of them while Karen
performed that intimate service.

   Karen was first to climax quickly followed by Rachel, leaving Susan
wanting one in the worst way, but Rachel was on break.  Karen climbed off
and Susan sat up, looking on the floor to see Rachel slowly rise with a
shit-eating grin on her face.  Rachel, now sitting cross-legged, said,
"Wow, that was great!  How about a beer?"

   "I don't drink."

   "How about you, Karen?  Care for a cold beer?"

   "Yeah!"

   Susan said, "She doesn't drink either."

   "In my house she does.  What's the matter, Susan?  Do you need to cum?
Karen, take care of your mother while I get us a beer.  Lie back, Susan."

   As Karen knelt between her legs, Susan slowly settled back.  The first
lick through the slit from asshole to mound put Susan in a better mood. 
The fiftieth made her cum.  While her mommy recovered, Karen wiped her
mouth and accepted the bottle of beer.

   "Cheers."

   Susan was up on her elbows, still with her legs wide, watching the two
drink together on the sofa at her side while playing with each other's
pussies.  Karen looked to Rachel and said, "Who is Frank?"

   "My husband."

   "How big is his dick?"

   "Big enough to put a smile on your face, Sugarpus.  I'd say it's twice
as long as your Mommy's fuck finger and a little thicker than her thumb. 
The head is like two of her thumbs.  You'll like the head, especially when
it moves through the entrance of your little pussy.  You'll feel that real
good, and he likes to pull all the way out and shove it all the way in when
he fucks a little girl."

   "That sounds like it would hurt."

   "You'll adjust.  You'll love his big balls.  He'll pump your womb full
of baby juice.  When was your last period?"

   "I'm not sure.  I think I'm kinda in the middle."

   "Great, then you're probably fertile!"

   Susan said, "Rachel, can we talk about this?"

   "What's there to talk about?  If Frank doesn't do the job, Stan will. 
Does it really matter who the lucky daddy is?"

   Susan thought about this, then said, "No, I suppose not.  Karen, how do
you feel about that--about getting pregnant?"

   "I don't know.  It's kinda cool in a way, mostly because you know and
you're going along with it.  Who's Stan?"

   "He's a gangster with the Mafia.  He's the reason I'm going along.  He
saw your picture and decided he had to have you, all of us actually.  I had
no choice but to go along.  He'd kill all of us if I didn't.  He'd get away
with it, too."

   Rachel said, "Don't let your mother frighten you, Karen.  He is a
mobster, but he's a fun guy as long as nobody crosses him.  I think you'll
like him, and I know he's going to love you.  He'll see that you have lots
and lots of fun with your sexy body.  He'll see that you get to do anything
you want to do and your mom can't say a thing about it.  If you feel like
getting naked and fucking a guy at the dinner table, all she can do is
smile and wipe your cunt when he's through, and if you tell her to use her
tongue, she'd better do it or Stan will be pissed."

   "Really!  With Kevin, Robby, Cathy, and Penny watching her do it?"

   "With them and a roomful of people watching her do it.  You're going to
be his little pussy pet, and everybody had best treat you like a princess."

   "Wow, even Penny?"

   "Even Penny.  If you tell Penny to let a dog fuck her, she'd better get
naked and get on all fours."

   "Wow!  Does she know that?"

   "She will."

   Susan felt like jumping in at several points to tell Rachel not to put
ideas in Karen's head, but when Karen reacted so enthusiastically to
putting a dog on Penny, Susan bit her tongue.  She'd like to see that
herself, and hated herself for wanting that.  If Karen did become Stan's
pussy pet, they were all in for a rough ride, but Susan immediately saw
advantages.  That would place Karen in the role of bad guy and she could
join the others as fellow victims of Karen's insatiable lust and filthy
mind.  Ummm, not a bad scenario, not bad at all.  The best part was, Karen
would be doing back flips to please Stan.  That certainly couldn't hurt.

   Susan sat up and swung her legs over to face the two.  She rubbed
Rachel's right leg and Karen's left as she said, "Rachel, you shouldn't
have told Karen that.  There's a powerful sibling rivalry going on between
her and Penny.  Karen will have Penny jumping through hoops like a trained
seal, a slut seal.  Penny is our resident holy roller.  I think that would
just about kill her."

   "That's not my problem.  It's not your problem, either.  That's Penny's
problem.  She'll have to work out her problem with Karen and the Almighty,
in that order, but I can tell you right now, Karen will show her no
mercy...will you, Sweetheart?"

   Susan ran her hands up both legs to both pussies, and fingered both
pussies as Karen said, "No way.  She never showed me any.  Now, I'm the
boss over her, and she's gonna pay.  Mom, we need a dog, a big horny dog
with a big horny doggie dick for Penny to suck on."

   Rachel said, "Don't forget the collar.  If she's his bitch, she should
wear his collar."

   "Yeah, a big one she can't hide or take off, and it'll have a dog tag on
it that say's bitch."

   Susan leaned forward and licked Rachel's pussy as Rachel offered, "Name
the dog Rover and put `Rover's Bitch' on the tag.  You wouldn't want anyone
thinking she was just difficult to get along with.  One look at her tag
should let them know that she's the kind of bitch that fucks dogs."

   "YEAH!  That's a great idea!  And she'll have to wear that to school. 
Oh, wow, she'll have to wear that to church.  I'll bet that will stop her
from going to church, huh, Mom?"

   "I should think so, but are you sure you'd want to do that to your big
sister?"

   Susan now licked Karen's pussy as Karen said, "She's never been a big
sister to me.  She's always been a bitch.  Now, she'll be a real bitch, and
I'm going to love it."

   "You may get your wish, but Penny might wind up being Stan's pet, and
you might be wearing a collar."

   "Not if Stan likes big tits and a tight pussy on a girl that loves to
fuck and wants to get pregnant.  He won't get any of that from Penny. 
[looking excitedly to Rachel] Will you teach me all about fucking and let
me practice with Frank."

   Susan licked Rachel as Rachel said, "We'll teach you everything we know
and our door is always open to you."

   "Mom, do you care if I practice with Robby and Kevin?"

   "Would it matter if I did?"

   Susan stared at Karen's pussy being offered with little fingers pulling
the lips wide in a lewd attempt to lure the maternal mouth back.  Susan
went to it and ran her tongue inside the hole.  [giggle] "No, they'd fuck
me anyway.  Would you try to break it up if you saw us fucking out in the
open where everyone in the family can see?"

   "What would be the point?"

   Now, involved in a conversation, Susan had to get her licks in when she
could.  "Really!  Could I stay naked?"

   "It's your home; it's your body."

   "It always was.  How come you always jumped all over me before?"

   "Things are different, now.  I never let you lick my pussy, either, did
I?"

   [giggle] "No, and you never licked mine before.  What about now? 
Suppose I tried doing that at home.  Would you stop me?"

   "I'm not sure.  I'm not sure I could.  I like it too much.  You'll just
have to try, but you'd better get me in the mood first if you want to do it
with anyone watching."

   "How do I do that?"

   "Oh, get me thinking about sex, show me your pussy just like you're
doing now, play with yourself, talk nasty, and tell me how much you want to
eat my cunt and suck on my big titties.  If you did that in front of your
brothers and sisters, I think I'd just have to let you have your way with
me regardless of the consequences."

   "Really!  You'd let me strip you naked?"

   "Every stitch."

   "And put you in any position?"

   "Any position, but remember, I'm not as limber as you are."

   "You can still do the splits, can't you?"

   "I think so." Susan sat back and sat in the splits with both legs out at
opposing angles.  "Is this good enough?"

   "Yeah.  That's the splits.  [Karen reached to the wide beaver with her
bare foot and ran her toes through it] Mom, suppose I told Robby and Kevin
they could fuck you when you're like this?"

   "I'd get fucked.  I don't think you'd have to tell either one of them
twice."

   "I wouldn't.  They both want to be mother fuckers.  They call each other
mother fucker all the time, did you know that?"

   [now getting toe fucked as Rachel took a picture] "I've heard them. 
They knew I was listening, too.  It sounded like wishful thinking, so I
silently wished them luck.  They won't need luck with you around, will
they?"

   "Nope, and they won't need rubbers, either.  I'll tell them they can cum
in your pussy whenever they feel like it.  Can you get pregnant?"

   "If I don't get my ass on the pill and they can cum in my pussy whenever
they feel like it, I can."

   "Don't get on the pill!  If we have to get pregnant, you should, too."

   Rachel said, "Forget the pill, Susan.  Stan will want the mommy
fertile."

   "Well, that settles that."

   Karen said, "Wow, this is great.  When is Frank going to get here.  I
want to get fucked.  I'm horny."

   "Well, then, lets get you ready to meet Frank.  He should be along in
about ten minutes.  Boy, will he be surprised to see you here with your
Mommy.  We don't get many Mommies.  Susan, see that low bench in the
corner, the one with the straps hanging from it.  Drag it to the middle of
the room.  That's his workbench."

   Susan got up and went to the simple padded bench that looked like a
modified piano bench with hanging leather straps all along both sides--five
pairs.  She dragged the bench to the center of the room and Rachel assisted
Karen in reclining on it.  She strapped Karen's arms to the legs of the
bench, then with Susan's help, pulled both of Karen's legs back until the
thighs laid flat along both outside edges where they were strapped in
place. When they stood looking down on the trussed child, Susan remarked,
"Now, that's a picture of a child ready for molestation."

   "Not quite.  See those long straps at the ass end.  Run those behind
Karen's head and cinch them tight so that her chin digs into her chest.  He
likes the girl to watch her holes getting fucked."

   As Susan worked the straps, Karen said, "Good, because I wanna watch my
holes getting fucked.  Cinch it tight, Mom...Wow, I can even see my own
butthole.  This is neat."

   Susan stood and had to agree.  She dipped two fingers in the pussy pie,
got them good and slimy, then moved them to the puckered anal rosebud and
pressed in, saying, "We need to get this hole ready for buttfucking.  Grin
and bear it, Karen."

   "Ughhh...that feels weird....ohhhh...ugh...How many fingers are up my
butt."

   "You can see there's only two."

   "Yeah, but it feels like you have your whole hand up there."

   Rachel went for the camera, saying, "Hold that pose, Susan.  We need a
picture of this.  Okay, smiles everyone.  Look at the birdie."

   Karen said, "What birdie?  I don't see any birdie.  [flash] Now, I do."

   Rachel said, "We need some shots of Mommy doing the cunt sucking. 
Susan, show me cunt sucking and make it visual.  Keep fingering her ass."

   Rachel took ten of Susan sucking, licking, probing, and lapping the
trussed spread with a slimy smile until...

   [Door opening]

   "WHAT THE FUCK!"

   Susan stepped aside so as not to block Frank's view as he quickly
marched over.  Rachel said, "Welcome home, dear.  Don't I get a kiss."

   "What the hell!  Where did you get her?  And who is she?"

   "That's Karen's Mommy, and little Karen is a fertile virgin.  Mommy
wants to breed her little bitch.  Are you going to stand there asking
stupid questions, or are you going to fuck the bitch?"

   Frank started stripping.  Within a minute, he was fucking the bitch, and
not going slow and easy.  Karen wasn't liking that one bit, and neither was
Susan.  Susan finally couldn't take anymore and shouted, "Go easy on her,
you asshole.  She's a virgin for Christ's sake."

   This slowed Frank down.  Rachel said, "Take it easy on this one, Frank.
This is a freebie.  Piss off Mommy and you'll be jacking off to a memory."

   That slowed him way down.  Karen stopped crying and stared.  She
grimaced a few times as the last two inches went in, but soon adjusted and
was all smiles.  Even when he lengthened his stroke, she was still smiling,
fascinated with her remarkable pussy being able to take all that cock.  She
looked to her mother and said, "I like fucking."

   "I was sure you would."

   And then he pulled out and started in on her asshole and the groans and
grunts resumed.  He took his time, though, and he soon had her smiling at
her stuffed ass.  He fucked her ass for several minutes, then pulled out
and shoved his brown-smeared fuck stick up her cunt.  He fucked cunt for a
while, then asshole, then cunt, asshole, cunt, ass, then came in her cunt
very hard, but that made Karen cum.

   As they recovered, Susan pulled Rachel into the kitchen, out of earshot,
and said, "He shouldn't fuck her ass and then her cunt.  That'll give her
an infection."

   "Yes, and that's her problem.  I guess it's your problem."

   "Great, so Stan gets her with an infected pussy.  That's our problem,
because if he asks me how it got infected, I'll tell him."

   "Douche her with Listerine.  That'll stop her from getting an
infection."

   "She'll go into orbit."

   "Again, that's your problem.  We just fuck 'em.  We're molesters not
mommies.  You mother, we molest."

   "God damnit!  We're leaving."

   Rachel reached out and caught Susan's shoulder, saying, "Hold on!  Don't
leave."

   Susan squared off with her and fired back, "Why shouldn't I?  This is
not some dumb kid you lured off the streets.  This is my child, and you're
supposed to be my friend."

   "I am, Susan.  Why didn't you say something sooner if you had a problem
with the way he fucked her.  That's how he fucks a kid.  I told you that."

   "I know, but it didn't sink in until I saw that shitty dick go in her
pussy."

   "You saw it do that half a dozen times and never said a word."

   "The damage was done after the first time.  More wouldn't hurt."

   "And besides, you loved watching him pull his dick out of her shitty ass
and shove it up her cunt."

   "Yes, I did, and I wish I could have seen more of that.  I could have
watched that for an hour and masturbated to it.  It's your attitude that
pisses me off--'That's your problem, Mommy, we just fuck 'em.' I don't need
that shit, Rachel."

   "Sorry.  It won't happen again.  I thought you'd get off on it.  You
seemed to enjoy the fact that we were molesting her, so I played it up. 
What you saw was a real molestation."

   "So, you're saying that was all an act?"

   "My part was.  Frank wasn't acting, and unless I miss my guess, he's in
there stuffing her mouth full of cock, and it went from her ass to her
mouth with no stops in between."

   "Oh Fuck!  That's sick!  You stop him, Rachel!  The party's over."

   "Hold on.  What you don't know about molesting children would fill a
book.  Kids her age are very into toilet games.  Actually, most pass
through that stage right before puberty, but getting them back into it
takes no time at all.  You give a kid what they want, even if they didn't
want it at first, and they'll keep coming back for more until they get
bored and move on.  In a way, we molesters provide a social function."

   "Oh really?  This, I gotta hear."

   "Yeah, we help kids discover what their preferred kinks are.  Molested
kids know exactly what they want from sex and usually choose compatible
partners."

   This had Susan mulling.  She and Lester had never been molested and boy
were they a sexual mismatch.  Still, the shitty dick bothered her and she
said, "That may be, but you can't tell me a kid likes having a shit covered
dick stuffed in her mouth."

   "Not at first, but as soon as they adjust to the smell, they absolutely
love it.  The messier it get, the more they love it.  Piss and shit on one,
and they go bananas.  By the way, your own shit can't hurt you unless it
gets in an open cut or an open pussy and doesn't get washed out with a good
disinfectant.  I've seen kids take a healthy shit and then eat it off the
floor."

   Susan made a wrenching face and shook her head, saying, "I'm going to be
sick.  I have to get out of here, Rachel.  I'll get over it, but I need to
get Karen and get away for some fresh air, maybe a stiff drink."

   They returned to the living room, and sure enough, Frank was straddling
the bench and Karen had a mouthful of shitty dick and was sucking on it. 
Rachel started to speak, but Susan stopped her with a hand to her shoulder.
She whispered, "The damage is done.  Let him finish."

   Rachel looked knowingly to Susan and said, "This usually takes a while.
Shall we pull up chairs and get comfortable?  You can get in that orgasm
you wanted."

   Susan thought, then said, "We may as well."

   Rachel brought two chairs from the dining room and set them close to the
bench, giving Susan the seat by Karen's head.  In fact, when Susan parted
her legs and began masturbating, Karen could look left and watch--and did.

   Shortly after the women arrived, Frank withdrew and hobbled to the ass
end to re-insert his cock in Karen's shit chute.  Susan groaned and said,
"Oh, fuck, he's going to do it again?"

   "Again, and again, and again.  Slow down, girl.  We have plenty of time.
I told you, this takes a while.  Here, you do me and I'll do you.  I'll
know when the time is right.  Just relax and enjoy the show.  Pretend it's
some helpless waif off the street that's being forced to eat her own shit
off a child molester's dick."

   Susan couldn't relax and squirmed on Rachel's fingers as Frank's
shit-smeared cock emerged and closed the distance to Karen's mouth, her
head now being freed of the cinch strap.  Susan could smell the fecal
stench which made it all the more unfathomable to watch Karen lick at it,
then open wide to receive it, then suck, lick, and suck some more until his
cock was clean.  The process would then start all over again.

   Susan became enthralled with what she saw, and it was Karen's lusty
response that so enthralled her.  She could no longer smell shit, and the
nausea soon left her.  After the third round, while Frank was taking a shit
dip, Karen turned her head and said, "Wow, Mom, he sure is nasty, huh?"

   "Yes, he is.  I warned you about child molesters, didn't I?"

   "Yeah, but you never told me how nasty they were."

   "Now, you know."

   Before long, it didn't bother Susan one bit to watch Karen lick bits of
turd off the dick, and Susan got to where she'd point them out to her
daughter, or get some on her finger and feed it to her, or take a finger
dip in ass and feed that to her while Frank took a shit dip.  Before long,
Karen didn't have to wait for something stinky to suck on, and she was as
happy as a puppy in a kitty litter box.

   The process took close to thirty minutes with dozens of shit dips until
Frank was ready to cum and jacked off in her mouth.  Susan came while
watching Karen nurse on a shooting brown cock, and almost came again
watching Frank take a piss in her face while taking a shit on her belly.

   When Susan returned to near normal, she was again repulsed and wanted
Karen douched and cleaned in place.  Rachel was all too happy to do the
honors.  She upended a bottle of Listerine in Karen's pussy while Susan
cupped a hand over her daughter's mouth to stifle the scream.  Karen
writhed and screamed for over a full minute until she went limp.  The rest
was easy.  They wiped her off, put her in the shower, gave her some to
gargle with, helped her dress, and they were off once again for Susan's
house.  It was now well after dark.

   They rode mostly in silence.  They were all played out.  Susan grew
anxious as her neighborhood drew near.  She was in no mood to answer
questions, nor did she want Karen telling all.  She certainly didn't want a
scene with Rachel.  When they turned onto their street, Susan said, "Just
drop us off, Rachel."

   "That was my intent.  Let me say this, though.  Don't do any back
peddling.  You'll just have to cross that difficult ground again.  Face the
music, and face it head on.  Don't go off and hide.  You're a whore living
in a whore house and don't forget that for one minute.  You may be
entertaining your first customer tomorrow night."

   "I'll try, but it won't be easy.  I'm mostly worried about the things
Karen will tell them."

   Rachel addressed Karen, saying, "She has a point.  If you tell all,
you'll freak everyone out.  Keep the weird stuff to yourself, and just tell
about the pictures we took."

   "Can I tell them I got fucked?"

   "Not yet.  They'll find out soon enough, possibly tomorrow.  They can
see for themselves.  Don't even tell them a man was there.  This was a girl
party.  All we did was girl stuff, lots and lots of cunt sucking, and we
all loved it."

   "Yeah boy, we did too, huh?"

   Susan ruffled Karen's hair, smiled, and said, "We sure did, and you can
make me out to be a pussy nut.  I can live with that.  Play that up.  I
want Penny and Cathy thinking about that when I tuck them in and offer a
choice of where they'd like their goodnight kiss."

   "Yeah, do that.  Cathy will want it on her pussy, and so will Penny, but
she'll act like she doesn't.  You should give it to her there anyway. 
She'll go, 'No!  No!, Mom, don't kiss me down there!' But she won't do a
thing to stop you.  She is such a hypocrite.  You should eat her till she
cums, and I want to be there to watch her squirm when you lick the girl cum
out of her fuck hole.  She'll go bonkers when you do that.  I know I did."

   Rachel said, "Do it, Susan.  I dare you.  Do her first and let the
others watch.  Do the boys, too.  Everyone gets tucked and sucked.  That'll
advance things along nicely."

   "I suppose it would at that.  I won't make any promises, but I think you
might be pleasantly surprised.  [They had pulled to a stop in the driveway]
Don't forget the pictures, and I'll need a ride to work in the morning.  I
left my car at the plant, remember."

   "I'll be by at eleven.  Good luck, slut."

   Rachel watched them walk toward the front door thinking, "Shit, if this
were any easier, I'd have to pay for it.  You gullible slut.  You'll have
me in six figures within the month.  Ha!  I love it!  I am so fucking
good!"



   * * * A sudden case of nervous anxiety washed over Susan as they
approached the house and she saw the drapes settle after three heads went
away.  She didn't want to think about the confrontation that awaited her
inside.  Karen saw the anxiety and stopped at the door to say, "Mom, relax.
This is a dream come true for all us kids, even Penny.  We're going to love
you like you are now, you'll see.  Don't let Penny fool you.  It's all
show, and the others know it.  Come on, think sexy and stick your chest
out. Ready?"

   "Ready as I'll ever be, and thanks, Karen.  I needed that."

   They entered to find the four kids sitting at the dining table.  Kevin
was smiling.  Cathy smiled weakly.  Robby had a big grin, and Penny
scowled. Susan was tempted to beg off and go take a hot bath, letting Karen
answer all questions and bring her siblings current, but three out of four
smiles or near smiles made her walk with Karen to the table and face the
music.  It was Kevin who said the first words, breaking the ice with,
"Well, did you have a good naked girl party?"

   As expected, Penny said, "Kevin, you brat!  Mom, Kevin has been trying
to make us think you are a lesbian with a lesbian lover and you took Karen
to a lesbian orgy."

   "Kevin exaggerated, but I can understand why he'd think that."

   Shocked, Penny exclaimed, "Is it true what he said?  Did you kiss
and...and fondle a woman with a tattoo on her...on her..."

   "Pussy?"

   Amid general tittering giggles and open laughter from Karen, Penny
cried, "Mom!  I was going to say vagina."

   "I prefer pussy or cunt."

   This shocked Cathy into open-mouthed silence, but Robby and Kevin loved
it.  Penny was beet red with anger or arousal, probably arousal because the
words weren't angry in tone as she said, "Mom, what has gotten into you? 
What are you doing?  Don't you know you'll go to Hell for doing what you're
doing.  And you could go to jail for getting Karen involved.  She is a
minor, you know, way minor, and I can tell by the looks of her she did
something nasty, although that doesn't surprise me one bit."

   Penny was referring to Karen's wet and matted hair.  Karen fired back,
"They pissed all over me, and I loved it.  I licked Mom's pussy while she
was taking a piss.  Is that nasty enough for you, Penny?  She licked mine,
too, and we both licked Rachel's.  We sucked each other's cunts and we all
had a great time, and no one's going to jail or Hell, so go fuck yourself
with your dildoe hair brush and dream about Daddy, you fucking hypocrite,
bitch, dog-dick-sucking slut!"

   That sucked the air out of the room.  Even Robby and Kevin sat with open
mouths.  Penny turned white, then looked to her mother with tears in her
eyes, tears of betrayal as she said, "Are you going to let her talk to me
that way, Mother...are you?...Mother!"

   "You had that coming, Penny.  You are a hypocrite.  You preach the
gospel and tell everyone they're going to Hell, then you go in your room
behind a closed door and fuck yourself with that hair brush dildoe I gave
you for your birthday."

   "THAT'S A LIE!  I NEVER!"

   "You never miss a single night by my estimation.  I found your hiding
place and I've been checking daily to see what your dildoe smells like.  I
wash it every time until there's no smell, but the next day, when I pull it
out from between your mattresses, it not only smells like pussy, it's still
sticky.  And I know for a fact that you dream about that thing being your
father's dick, or did you think I'd forget you wriggling around with that
dildoe up your cunt to the bristles going, 'Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me!  Cum
in my pussy, Daddy!' ...Cat got your tongue, Penny?"

   Penny's hands covered her red face and it was evident that she wished
the ground would open up and swallow her.  She had no defense, no fight
left in her, and in that vulnerable state, Karen went to Penny's room, got
the dildoe brush and returned with it, walked right up to Penny and poked
it at her left tittie, unbuttoned the blouse all the way, pulled both cups
down, and rubbed over both nipples.  She ran it over any exposed flesh, ran
it up her right leg, poked it up Penny's skirt clear to the panties, all
without Penny doing anything to stop her, just crying into her hands while
getting rudely poked in the crotch and exposed besides.

   The skirt was in her lap because Karen pushed the skirt into her lap,
past the panties, and everyone was looking at the bulb end poking into the
crotch of Penny's panties as Karen taunted, "Here's Daddy's cock, Penny. 
Aren't you excited?  Look, he wants to fuck you.  He wants to get his hard
cock in your horny pussy, Penny."

   Susan felt sorry for Penny and was sorry she betrayed her confidence so
thoroughly, rubbing it in, and was about to stop Karen from making matters
worse, but watching Penny take the abuse and seeing how the others were
excited by what they were seeing: one under the table, one lying over the
table, and one kneeling beside Penny on the side opposite from Karen, all
huddled over their sister's crotch, eager for more gave Susan pause.

   Susan paused long enough to finally realize that Penny was putting on a
good show topside, but down below, where all the action was, her legs
weren't even pressed together, allowing Karen to work the head of the
dildoe all over the wet crotch of Penny's panties, and they got
progressively wetter and transparent before everyone's eyes, not to mention
her long nipples being hard enough to etch glass.

   Karen seemed to know what she was doing and was teasing Penny in a way
worthy of a seasoned seducer like Rachel, and it was working.  Susan came
to sit at the table's edge overlooking the scene with Cathy lying beside
her on the table.  Cathy looked to her mother and they exchanged smiles
prompting Susan to place a hand low on Cathy's back and begin rubbing
toward legs, going over the ass to get there as Karen, imitating her
father's deep voice, said, "I can't get my dick in your pussy with your
panties in the way, Penny darling.  Daddy needs to fuck you, Sweetheart. 
Get your panties out of the way, Darling."

   While Susan massaged Cathy's ass and got another queer look, Penny
pleaded, "Mom, why aren't you stopping her?  Why are you letting her do
this to me?"

   Susan ignored Penny and pulled Cathy's skirt up, baring all of her legs
and all of her panties, getting another queer look, but a quick one, so
Susan sent her hand into the crotch and massaged pussy over panties which
made Cathy suck a deep breath, which prompted her twin to say, "What's the
matter with you, Cathy?"

   "Nothing.  I just needed a deep breath, that's all."

   No one could see what was happening on the table, so Susan smiled and
dug her way under the panties and into a very wet slit.  Cathy didn't look
over or suck another breath.  Not wishing to draw anyone's attention, she
laid still and got her pussy fingered while watching another get tormented.

   Karen could have easily pulled the crotch aside and sent the thing home,
but didn't.  Her intent seemed obvious--to get Penny to pull them aside,
and she was making progress.  Penny no longer sat forward, but now sat far
back, still with her face covered but in a very open and provocative
position, an inviting position.  Her legs, which had been close together
without touching, were now open in a relaxed sprawl that opened the crotch,
exposing the area of the hole to the torment of the bulb, which Karen kept
poking at like a blind dick trying to get in as both boys had nipples to
play with.

   She did so much hard poking that she poked most of the crotch material
into the crack and exposed most of the labia on both edges, all the while
taunting, "Please, Penny, I need to fuck you.  You always let me before. 
Why won't you let me fuck your pussy anymore.  Don't you love me?  Don't
you love Daddy's cock anymore?  Pull your panties aside if you love Daddy."

   The kid was laying it on thick, and Penny was a wreck.  She was no
longer crying or even pretending to cry.  The hands melted away from her
face and the arms soon dangled at her sides.  She stared into her crotch
with a faraway look, a dreamy look, ignoring the nipple play and ring of
faces also looking into her crotch.

   Karen turned up the heat, saying, "Don't you want my baby?  I can't make
a baby in you unless I can get my dick in your pussy, Sweetheart.  I have
to shoot my sperm way up in there to make a baby.  Won't you please pull
your panties aside for me and let me get my cock in your pussy?"

   Bingo.  Her eyes closed and the right hand moved to the crotch as she
said, "Yes, Daddy, I'll let you fuck my pussy." And the crotch came far
off, exposing all, and Karen pushed the bulb in past the vaginal ring. 
Penny moaned and said, "Yes, Daddy, put more in.  Fuck me.  Cum in my
pussy."

   But Karen wasn't through teasing.  She wasn't giving more.  Penny ripped
out the crotch and begged for more.  Karen placed Penny's hand on the
bristles, and Penny gave herself more, and fast, too.

   The scene was erotic as hell, and everyone was busy giving themselves
more with the exception of Cathy who got it from her mom, and she was no
virgin, but Susan wasn't too surprised.  The twins were very close. 
Everyone was close, close to cumming, and they were all waiting on Penny.
When she'd speed up, they'd speed up.  When she slowed to a lazy stroke,
they all slowed.  She was the pace man...er, woman,...uh, girl.  She was
the slut setting the pace.

   It would seem that Penny had turned the tables on them and was now the
teaser.  Susan had her doubts.  Penny was too far gone, off in fantasy
land. The tease was unintended, but Karen would have none of that,
intentional or otherwise.  She resumed her normal voice and said, "Penny,
you nasty girl.  What are you doing to yourself?  Are you fucking yourself?
You'll go straight to Hell for that, you wicked girl."

   Penny's eyes opened wide as she saw what she was doing and saw everyone
watching what she was doing.  She shrieked, let go of the brush, and hid
her face.  Karen grabbed the brush and finished her off in a flurry of deep
jabs that had Penny gripping the chair's arms and lifting her ass to
receive them.

   Robby stood and blew his nut on Penny's tits.  Kevin stood and squirted
the side of her face, then wiped his dick on her moaning lips.  Cathy
humped back on her mother's fingers and drew everyone's attention to her
climax.  That made Susan cum, which triggered Karen's climax, which got
wiped on Penny's face when Karen climbed onto her sister's seat and wiped
her cunt in her sister's face for three seconds before Penny heaved her off
right into Susan's arms.  It was a lucky catch.

   Right away it became evident why Karen got hurled.  She was pissing, and
still pissing while being held in her mother's arms.  She was a piss
fountain and the strong stream arched high and fell on Penny, and kept
falling on Penny once Susan got her wits about her and could aim.

   When the fountain went dry, Penny sat up, sputtering, wiping slut slime,
piss, and sperm from her face, crying, "Oh, gross!  Mom, did you see what
that sick pervert did?"

   While setting Karen down, Susan said, "Yes, she fucked herself with a
hair brush while pretending it was her father fucking a baby into her.  We
all saw it, Penny, but if you'd like to do it again, I'm sure we'd all like
to watch again."

   Amid peals of laughter, Penny, sopping wet, got up in a huff and stormed
off to her room.  The brush fell out of her twat and she came back and got
it, but that only made matters worse, because it ruined her huff and
created more laughter when Karen said, "You dropped Daddy's dick.  If you
don't come back and get it, I'll hide it from you."

   Cathy was still sprawled face down on the table, still recovering.  Her
panties had been worked down to her knees and her skirt was flipped over
her ass, presenting a provocative display that Robby wasn't all that
interest in, but Kevin had never seen and was leaning across the table,
checking it out.  Karen said, "Kevin is looking at your pussy, Cathy."

   "I know.  Who cares.  Let him look."

   Karen had never had a good look, so she joined him, coming at it from
the other side.  Together, they pulled Cathy's ass crack open for a better
look.  Robby removed Cathy's panties and pushed her legs apart.  Susan
watched her kids, brushed hair from Cathy's face, and knew her kids would
survive the ordeal to come.

   Penny needed more work and Susan wasn't sure that now wasn't the best
time.  Her holy roller was still riding a sexual high.  She'd be easy, but
what she really needed was a session with Frank and Rachel, a long session,
the royal treatment, the works, and Karen needed to be there to watch and
assist.  They'd need a dog or ten.  She'd be a well-trained bitch when they
finished with her, and that was exactly what the family needed--a new home
entertainment center.  They all watched too much TV.  They certainly had no
need of a Jesus freak who was emotionally bonded to a hair brush.

   Getting Penny to agree to attend a girl party would be even easier if
she struck while the iron was hot.  Susan made her decision and pulled the
dress off over her head.  This got everyone's attention.  As Susan walked,
naked in her high heels toward Penny's room, four excited bodies scampered
off the table.

   With four kids on her ass, Susan paused at Penny's door to face them,
softly saying, "Watch, but don't any of you say a word or do anything. 
Pretend you're ghosts."

   She didn't have any of their eyes, but she hoped her message got
through. She expected a locked door, but the knob turned.  She eased the
door open and saw Penny lying face-down on her bed, nude, sobbing into her
pillow.  Susan eased in.  The others followed.  Susan eased over and gently
sat at Penny's hip facing feet.  The sinking mattress alerted Penny that
she had company and she quickly turned her head, saw her naked mother, only
her mother, and her head buried in the pillow with a groan of fake despair.

   Susan made a shush sign to remind the others, now gathered on the far
side of the bed.  She placed her left hand on the back of Penny's right leg
and began a sensuous stroking motion in the direction of pussy.  She said
nothing and Penny did nothing.  When Susan touched the first wet pubic
hairs, she said, "Penny, you have very sexy legs.  I never told you that,
but you do, you know,...very sexy."

   Susan ran her hand over both legs from heel to crotch as she gave more
leg praise, and Penny halted her sob routine so as to hear better.  Susan
ran both hands over Penny's ass, molding and squeezing while saying, "I
love your ass, so pure and white, not an ounce of flab, a nice tight ass."

   Susan pushed out on inner thighs and the legs parted with ease, assisted
until one foot hung off one side of the mattress and the other off the
other side, a nice spread.  Susan moved both hands up the inner thighs and
framed Penny's sopping wet sex, saying, "But you know what I like best
about your sexy body?  Do you know what part I like most of all?"

   They heard a muffled, "What?" Kids had to cup their mouths to stifle
giggles and Susan shushed them again before saying, "I love your sexy pussy
most of all.  I loved it from the first day I caught you masturbating with
the hair brush, fucking your pretty little pussy.  I couldn't stop you.  I
had to watch.  I could have watched you do that all day, every day, and
never been bored.  That's why I wasn't mad, and that's why I let you keep
coming back and didn't hide the brush from you.  I found excuses to barge
in on you, but mostly, I gave you privacy.  Just knowing what you were
doing to yourself in my bedroom was enough.  It was our little secret,
wasn't it, Penny?"

   Penny turned her head but didn't raise up.  Her cheek settled on the
pillow and she didn't see the others.  She said, "It was until you told
everyone.  Why did you tell on me?"

   "Because, I think everyone should see what I saw.  I don't think we
should have secrets.  They loved watching you fuck yourself.  I wish you'd
stop hiding and start doing that out in the open where we can all enjoy it.
There's no point in hiding, now, is there?"

   "That was embarrassing, Mother."

   "I know, but it's over now.  It won't be embarrassing next time, will
it?"

   "Mom, I can't do that with everyone watching."

   "I don't see why not.  We all know your dirty little secret, and we like
watching."

   "They'll make fun of me and call me a hypocrite."

   "You wouldn't be a hypocrite if you didn't act so holy and hide your
dirty deed.  If you'd announce when you felt like getting fucked by Daddy,
then got naked and put on a good show for us, no one would call you a
hypocrite or make fun.  We'll be too busy masturbating and getting nasty
with you."

   "I'm a Christian.  I can't act nasty and be a good Christian."

   "You can't be a good Christian and act nasty behind a closed door,
either.  Jesus sees everything you do.  Jesus watches you masturbate while
pretending your father is fucking you.  You're the one that told us
thinking is the same as doing in the eyes of God.  If the Bible is true,
you're not getting into Heaven, so you may as well have fun like everyone
else.  If you want to be a good Christian, give your Daddy dick back and
tell me never to touch you in nasty places.  Tell me not to lick and suck
on your pussy and I won't."

   "Are you serious, Mom?  You'd do that?"

   "In a heartbeat, and I'd be terribly disappointed if you told me not to,
but I'd honor your request.  You're the reason I'm bisexual today.  It was
seeing your delicious looking pussy that made me want to lick one.  It
would be a crying shame if I never got to lick the pussy that got me
started down this slimy road."

   A pregnant pause followed while Susan stroked a finger through a very
warm and slimy slit before sliding into the slippery hole.  She took a few
deep strokes, then said, "Shall I take the Daddy dick and leave you alone?
What'll it be, Penny--good Christian, or your nasty self--free and totally
uninhibited around your family?"

   Penny was thinking.  After a full minute, she quietly said, "I guess
I'll be my nasty self."

   "Then, you want me to lick your cunt?"

   "If you want to."

   "Would you let the others watch?"

   "Would you want them to watch you do that?"

   "Sure, don't you think they'd like to watch their mother lick their big
sister's sexy cunt?"

   "Probably.  I know Karen would.  Knowing her, she'd get so turned on,
she'd come and sit on my face while you were doing it."

   "Now that you're being yourself, I'll bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?
You liked it when she rubbed her cunt in your face, didn't you?  She has a
very sexy pussy, too, and believe me, she tastes great.  You hated to push
her off, didn't you?"

   "Yeah, to be honest, it was kinda neat until she pissed in my mouth. 
You're right, her pussy does taste good.  She sure was juicy.  I was going
to sit there and let her rub her pussy in my face until she started
pissing."

   "You loved that part best of all, didn't you?  Don't lie, Penny."

   Penny giggled, smiled, and said, "Yeah, it was.  You helped her piss all
over me, didn't you?"

   "I aimed.  I aimed good, didn't I?"

   "I'll say.  Mom, you're making me horny.  Do you feel like doing it now,
you know, with your mouth?  No one has ever done that to me, and I've
always wondered what that would be like."

   "Sure.  Why don't you roll over for us."

   "US?" She rolled over, sat up, and saw the grinning "US" playing with
their genitals.

   "Oh, Mom!"

   "Come on, now, Penny.  Remember,...be yourself.  Show us how nasty and
uninhibited you can be?" Susan picked up the brush and placed it between
Penny's legs, saying, "Give us a demonstration in the nude and make
yourself cum this time.  Show us how much you want to be Daddy's whore and
have his baby.  Put on a good show, and I'll arrange it for real, but
you'll be his whore not his lover.  He'll jump at the offer, but you'll
have to bear him a child as part of the deal before I'll go along.  Well,
are you interested?"

   Penny thought with a full flush to her features as Susan got behind
Penny and sat with her legs drawn up and laid wide, prepared to serve as
back support and tittie manipulator for the show of shows.

   When Penny settled against her mother's front, she wore a living bra
with living panties to match thanks to her four siblings with their eight
curious hands and forty fingers.  Fingers delved in both holes, sometimes
three in each from different hands.  They hurt, but Penny bore up while
making a good spread by hooking each knee behind her mother's bent legs. 
Susan assisted.  With the last leg hooked, she was in a spread far beyond
the splits with both holes out there and wide open to delving digits.

   She settled her head back between breast pillows and watched her
mother's fingers tweak her rigid nipples while her siblings made a thorough
exploration of her lower regions.  Holding the dildoe by the bristles,
Penny looked back and said, "I'm ready when you are, but you'll have to
tell them to stop.  I need that part if you want a good show."

   "Let them play for a while.  We're in no hurry.  There's something I've
always wanted to talk about.  Now would be a good time.  It concerns your
father.  You should be interested if you truly want to be his whore and be
the kind of whore he wants."

   "I do.  What is it?"

   "Do you recall--I think you were eleven--some people came to visit us
and they brought a dog over, a nasty dog."

   "I remember.  Bruno, the beagle.  I was twelve.  It was a few months
after you caught me masturbating with the brush.  I had to be twelve or
almost twelve."

   "Yes, that's right.  It was after.  I figured you'd remember, but I
always wondered what you thought."

   "I think about that a lot."

   "I'm sure you do.  We let you stay up late on a school night.  I had you
wear a dress with no panties.  I dressed you and left the panties off on
purpose.  Do you remember that?"

   "Yes, and I wondered why until the dog showed up and wouldn't stop
licking me between the legs and you wouldn't do anything to stop him.  It
made sense then."

   "So, you knew I set you up?"

   "I figured it out.  It wasn't that hard, especially when you told me not
to touch him.  What else could I do but let him lick all he wanted to? 
After the first few good licks, I was more than happy to let their dog lick
my pussy with everyone watching.  I even pulled my dress up and spread my
legs for it.  I figured that's what you wanted, and I was right.  No one
said a word, you all just stared at the dog's tongue going in and out of my
pussy.  I think about that all the time."

   "I do too.  Your father put me up to that.  He worked for that man.  I
fought him tooth and nail, but he eventually talked me into it, but I hated
doing that.  Now that I realize it was after watching you fuck yourself, I
probably reasoned no harm could come from it.  You weren't a virgin and I
knew you'd like showing off for your father.  You couldn't get pregnant.  I
guess that's why I caved in.  I have harbored so much guilt over that
incident.  I hated myself and hated him for forcing me into that scene."

   "That was Daddy's idea?"

   "No, it was his boss' idea, but your father went along, and it turned
him on a lot once it started.  For years following that night, just
mentioning dogs would make him hard."

   Karen excitedly said, "Did Penny get fucked by a dog?"

   "Almost.  I stopped it, and don't interrupt.  Play and listen.  Keep her
in the mood to tell us the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the
truth.  You want to tell the truth, don't you, Penny?"

   "Yes."

   "Penny, I want the truth.  Has your father ever fucked you?"

   "No, but I tried to get him to.  I'm still trying, and I'm going to keep
on trying...well, you want the truth."

   "I do, and I appreciate you telling me the truth.  I wondered if he took
my threat seriously.  You'll have no trouble once I give him the go ahead.
Now, tell me how you felt about that scene with the beagle."

   "I loved it, Mom.  I loved every second, and I hated when you pulled the
dog off of me just when things were getting good.  And you didn't pull him
off as fast as you think you did.  He did get his dick in my pussy, not
far, but it went in to that knot thing.  When you pulled him off, you
pulled his dick out, and I wanted to scream."

   "We didn't see that.  If I had known that, I might not have pulled so
hard."

   "If you'd have just waited a few more seconds until he got that fat knot
in, you could have pulled till you were blue in the face and it would have
stayed in.  We'd have been hung up.  I was real tight back then, and that
was a big knot, about the size of Karen's balled fist.  It would have gone
in, but I know it wouldn't have come out until his dick went down.  Dog
dicks are made that way.  You would have had to watch me get screwed all
the way, and even after he came inside my pussy, he'd stay lodged in until
the knot went away, and they say that sometimes takes twenty or thirty
minutes."

   "You've done your homework.  Did you ever go beyond study and try that
on your own?  Tell the truth."

   "No, but I'd tell you if I had.  I almost did, several times.  I've
talked to girls that did, and they all loved it.  They say a human can't
get hung up, but all three said they did.  I always figured things would
have been different if you had been forced to watch me get hung up with a
dog for that long.  I figured you'd have gotten used to it and would want
to see it again and again."

   "That's what I always wondered, and I have cursed myself a thousand
times over for losing it.  Your father stayed pissed at me for months after
that.  Eventually, we both got hooked on doggie scenarios involving you,
and if we hadn't started drifting apart right after that, I'm sure we'd
have tried again.  He tried to get me to come around.  He tried hard.  He
even bought a male dog which I made him get rid of.  He's still trying, and
he still wants to give you a dog.  He still works for those people, and I'm
sure they still have the dog or another just as horny."

   "I'm willing, and I'd like to have my own dog."

   "Yes, and you'll get one, but are you willing to be a full time bitch,
wear a dog collar, and perform in front of large groups of strangers with
or without your father present?  Would you suck off a dog?  Would you let a
dog cum in your mouth with people watching and taking pictures, maybe
video?"

   "Wow, Mom!  How many people are we talking about?"

   "Lots, and not always the same ones."

   "Suppose this gets around?"

   "It will get around.  You'll wear the collar always--to school, church,
shopping, the Y pool--everyone that knows you will know that you're a dog's
bitch because it'll say so on your tag."

   "Are you serious?"

   "Your father would want it that way."

   "He would?  Are you sure?"

   "Absolutely.  Nothing makes him harder than thinking about you wearing a
skimpy outfit with a dog collar in public, and when he pictures you in a
micro mini with no panties and dog cum streaming down both of your sexy
legs, he cums."

   "Oh Jesus!  Oh god!  You're going to make me cum.  That's one of my
favorite fantasies.  If you're sure he wants that for real, I'll do it. 
I'll even wear the collar to school.  Girls are doing that, now.  It's the
punk look.  I know one girl that wears a tag that says `bitch' and she'll
tell you what it means.  She'll even show you pictures.  I've seen them. 
They call her Lassie and she loves it.  Even the teachers call her Lassie.
If she can do that and get away with it, so can I.  Get me a collar, and
get me some sexier clothes to wear.  They did away with the dress code this
year, so anything goes as long as the genitals are covered, and Lassie's
are just barely covered.  They aren't covered at all when she sits and no
one has said anything.  They stare and she shows."

   "You can do even better, can't you?"

   "I don't think so, but I can sure show a better beaver to stare at.  The
bitch is a dog in every sense.  If they want to see pussy, I'll show them
what a pussy should look like.  I'll shave all the hair off and show
everyone what dogs get to fuck."

   Karen excitedly said, "Mom, let's shave it now!"

   "Yes, why not?  Go get my razor, a bowl of warm water, soap, and a
towel. Cathy, help her." To Penny, she said, "We'll get you all fixed up,
Penny."



   * * *

   Rachel arrived at eleven, thirty minutes after Susan rolled out of
Penny's bed.  Penny was still in it.  The rest were crashed on the floor.
Susan dragged Rachel into the house and into Penny's bedroom, proudly
showing her naked children and Penny asleep with a hair brush still lodged
deep in her bald cunt.  Rachel surveyed three little bald cunts, smiled and
said, "Not bad.  I see we advanced things along quite nicely."

   "Very nicely.  There's not a virgin in the house and those two are
mother fuckers.  Penny agreed to serve as our bitch.  She wants a collar,
and we need a dog right away.  I thought she'd need a session with you and
Frank, but she's already way beyond that.  The bitch drinks piss like
Kool-aid."

   "Too bad.  It would have been fun breaking her in.  Well, are you ready
to see the boss?"

   "Ready, willing, and able.  How do I look?  Is this whorish enough?"

   "It is unless you're wearing panties."

   "Susan pulled the mini skirt up and showed her shaved pussy, saying, "No
panties, no bra, in uniform, clean shaven and ready to report for duty."

   "Well, let's go see the general."

   In the car, Rachel handed Susan a large manila envelope--the pictures.
Susan went through them, marveling at their provocative vulgarity.  They
were all there, all thirty, and sharp.  "Wow, this is hard-core porn.  Are
you going to show him all of these?"

   "No, you are."

   "I'd rather you did it, and I'd prefer you just showed him the bikini
shots."

   "No, it'll be better if he sees how willing you are to please.  Show him
with a smile, and show him everytrhing.  He'll love them all."

   "I would think a smile wouldn't be expected.  I wasn't smiling when he
last saw me.  I was kinda hoping to show tearful surrender."

   "He wants a smiling mom who surrendered and got in the mood to have some
fun with this.  If you can't beat `em, join `em.  He wants to see that
attitude.  Trust me."

   "If you say so, but he gave me the impression he likes to bully a woman
into doing what he wants."

   "No, you don't know him like I do.  Bullied mothers can turn on you. 
He'd want proof that you're onboard as a team player, a happy whore."

   "I guess that makes sense."

   Susan told Rachel all about her evening.  After they entered the plant,
they parted.  Susan went straight to Stan's office.  Gwen was expecting
her, but not in a mini skirt, five-inch heels and braless in a see-thru
blouse.  Her wide eyes said that much.  She reached for the intercom and
said, "Stan, Susan is here, and you're not going to believe this."

   Feeling nervous and very underdressed, Susan heard the male voice say,
"Send her in and hold my calls.  In fact, close the office and join us."

   While eyeing Susan, Gwen said, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

   Gwen got up and went to the main office door, placed a sign on the knob,
and locked the door.  She turned to Susan and studied her with folded arms,
running her critical eyes from breasts to bare legs and back, shaking her
head, then looking Susan in the eyes to say, "I don't suppose you're
wearing panties with that outfit?"

   "Well,...uh, no..."

   "Show me."

   Gwen stood looking down at the crotch while Susan's trembling hand
grabbed the hem at the center and pulled enough to reveal her shaved twat.
Gwen broke a mocking smile and said, "When did you shave it?"

   "Last night.  Is there something wrong?"

   "No, nothing's wrong, nothing at all.  I'm sure he'll love it.  Why
don't you get out of your clothes.  I'd like to lead you to him in your
birthday suit.  Keep the heels on.  Are those the pictures of your
daughter?"

   "Uh, yes."

   "Here, let me have a look.  [She snatched the envelope from under
Susan's arm] Go on...strip.  Don't keep him waiting."

   While Susan stripped off the blouse, she watched Gwen remove the photos
and spread them out on her desk.  She waited for her reaction and didn't
wait long.

   "Oh, Jesus!...Oh my god!...Oh fuck!"

   Susan dropped the skirt and said, "What's wrong?  That's what he wanted,
didn't he?"

   "FUCK!...Mother fuck!...Hooolee shit!"

   Nude in heels and ready to run, Susan came up behind Gwen and said, "Why
are you acting like this?  He wanted sexy and revealing photos."

   Gwen turned her eyes on Susan and looked her over like she were some lab
specimen that went bad in the petri dish.  She said, "You are one sick
puppy.  He said bikini shots, not kiddie porn.  Go on.  I'll gather these
up and follow you in."

   "Wait, take the porno shots out.  Just show him the ones of her in a
bikini."

   "Go!  I'll decide what to show him."

   "But..."

   "I said, go!"

   On the verge of tears, Susan reached for the door to Stan's private
office and the door opened on its own, revealing Stan.  "What the hell is
taking so...woah...Well, hello there, Miss Godiva."

   "I uh..."

   Gwen stopped putting the pictures away and spread them out all over her
desk top, saying, "Stan, you'd better look at these."

   Stan brushed past Susan and came up beside Gwen.

   "Hoooleeee shit!  Son-of-a-bitch!  Jesus Fucking H.  Christ!  What the
fuck?" And then he turned incredulous eyes on Susan, now cowering back and
hiding her nakedness.  He said, "Whose idea was this?"

   "Well, Rachel said..."

   "I knew it!  Gwen, get Rachel in here.  No, never mind.  I don't want to
see that sick bitch.  Tell her she's fired and tell her I want her off this
property within the hour.  And there will be no severance pay."

   He turned to Susan, who was now pissing in place.  He looked at the
puddle she was making, shook his head, then said, "When you're done, get in
my office, and bring your clothes with you."

   He helped Gwen get the photos stuffed back in the envelope and entered
his office behind Susan.  She said, "Can I get dressed?"

   "What's your hurry?  Just relax.  You're fine the way you are.  Just set
your things down and take a seat on the sofa.  We need to talk."

   Susan was so confused.  He fired Rachel but was being nice to her. 
Nothing made sense, but she did as directed and took a seat on the far end
of the sofa out of direct line of sight.  He could see her upper body, but
that was all.  When he sat at his desk, he said, "No, scoot down here. 
Don't be bashful."

   She scooted.  Now, he saw all of her and was looking in her lap to see
everything.  He couldn't see much.  Her legs were pressed tight and both
hands were in the way.  He said, "Would you relax?  I'm not going to bite
you."

   Susan slowly drew her hands away and laid them at her side but kept her
knees together until he placed his hands on them and gently pulled them
wide apart, as wide apart as they'd go.  When he had them where he wanted
them, he let go and Susan kept them there.  He now had a good view of all
she'd shaved and was intently looking for missed hairs as he sat back and
reached for the packet of photos.  While still staring, he emptied the
packet in his hand and began going over the photos, one by one, slowly. 
He'd look at a photo, then look at her tits or pussy.

   Susan studied his expression and hung on every sound he made looking for
condemnation.  She soon realized he liked everything he saw and she kept an
eye on his crotch for confirmation.  She began to relax after he got
halfway through the pictures, and by the last, her pussy was dripping wet
and her nipples were as hard as his dick, which he now had out and was
stroking.

   As he studied the last, Gwen entered the room and came to stand behind
his chair, looking at Susan's wide beaver as she said, "Rachel was in
tears, but she got the message.  So, what now, boss?"

   Stan looked up from the photos and said to Susan, "Well, it seems you
came willing to play ball.  You have a very sexy daughter and the two of
you make quite a photogenic pair.  Am I to assume by these pictures that
you have no objection to my having a full sexual relationship with both of
you?"

   Susan looked puzzled.  Gwen said, "This is not a trick question, Susan,
nor is this a trap.  Anything you say will be in the strictest confidence.
Nothing will ever leave this room."

   Stan added, "She's right, Susan.  I just want your honest answer and
your job is not dependent on your answer.  You may return to accounting and
we can pretend none of this ever happened, but I need someone with your
qualities in sales.  You could do much better than Rachel if you were
willing to play ball, and I think you know exactly what that means.  I'm
talking six figures, easy, and much more if you are willing to make this a
family enterprise."

   Susan mulled this over, then said, "You're not connected to the Mafia,
are you?"

   He laughed.  They both laughed.  "No dear.  I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but I'm not.  I'm just a dirty old man with a lot of credit, a lot more
debt, and a bad case of blue balls for your youngest daughter.  I want to
fuck her, but I'd be very gentle and very good to her.  She won't ever
complain or want for anything, and I'll take every precaution against
pregnancy.  That, I assure you."

   Gwen added, "He would, too, Susan.  He's just a big old huggy bear with
no teeth and a hardon that never goes away.  If I had a daughter, and she
were agreeable, I would not think twice about letting her experience sex
with Stan as often as she wished.  I'm serious."

   Susan mulled, looked at his straining cock, a nice nine-incher, a fuck
muscle as thick at the base as it was at the head and bulging with large
veins, then to Gwen's warm smile, then to Stan's hopeful eyes.  She brought
her right hand to her beaver and stroked a finger through the slit, saying,
"Suppose I wanted you to get her pregnant?"

   Gwen and Stan looked to each other, then to Susan.  Stan said, "Well,
that changes everything.  If you want her pregnant, I can certainly
accommodate you, but I'd want guarantees that her bastard never comes
calling with his hand out."

   Susan said, "He or she will never know who his or her father is.  You
have my word on that.  The girl is a whore, or will be now that I'm head of
sales."

   "Great!  Shall we seal this agreement with a handshake or a fuck?"

   Pulling her cunt open with both hands, she said, "A fuck, definitely a
fuck.  That's how I intend sealing all agreements."

   As he approached on his knees with his cock in hand, he said, "I think
you'll make a great saleslady."

   As he sank his cock to the balls, Susan said, "Correction...Saleswhore."



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