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"The Seduction of Brenda--Part One"
By Phil Phantom
I had been a faithful wife and mother of three for sixteen years
and then blew it in a sick affair that only lasted a few weeks.
The aftermath, however, will change my family's lives forever.
It all started when I responded to the come-ons from one of my
husband's coworkers, a crude but ruggedly handsome man. Whether
it was middle age insecurity, or the long hours that Frank had to
work and the resulting neglect, is hard to say. I was feeling
neglected. I was horny, and though I keep fit and trim and my
figure turns heads, I was looking at the downhill side of my
thirties and beginning to feel old.
For whatever reason, I met Tom Drake at the motel he suggested,
cheated till the wee hours, and did it again and again for almost
three weeks. I somehow managed to pull back from the abyss at
the very last moment. One day, I stopped cold turkey and tried
to re-dedicated myself as a loving wife and mother to my three
kids.
I did some incredibly stupid things while with Tom. Not only did
I let him have me in every sick way his twisted mind could
imagine. I posed for pictures. At the time, he was my lover,
and I would do anything to please him. I not only had sex with a
dozen of his friends, including women. I had sex with dogs.
After screwing a German shepard and sucking off a great dane at a
party, I quit. Tom was livid. I begged him to leave me alone,
then began hanging up when he called.
Unfortunately, I did not quit before my kids discovered my
infidelity. With my going out almost every night and returning
in the early hours of morning, looking like a whore put through a
wringer, my discovery was inevitable. We talked. I begged their
indulgence and swore them to secrecy. They were shocked but
understanding and accepting.
When I quit, I never told them that I had stopped cheating. I
wasn't sure I could, so if I failed, at least I wouldn't look
like a failure and a weak person. Their dad returned from an
assignment about that time, so the break in my activities and my
return to normal looked appropriate.
Two weeks passed with no calls. I sweated on pins and needles.
The day my husband returned to the field for another thirty-day
stint, a packet came by UPS. I opened the envelope with
trembling fingers. A dozen eight by twelves spilled onto my
dining table and took my breath away. Three were of me fucking
two big black studs. Three were girl/girl sex scenes. The rest
were with various dogs. The last was a closeup of my smiling
lips around a great dane's cock. In the background you could
plainly see a German shepard humping my ass. I was on all fours
with my big breasts dangling. They had smeared my nipples with
peanut butter and a litter of pups fought to suck my tits.
Because of the oblique angle of the shot, my face, the great
dane's cock, the shepard, and the pups were in the shot. I held
in my trembling fingers a most remarkable photograph.
Once the shock and revulsion wore off, I looked at the photos
again. Vivid memories came rushing back. I could feel the hot,
silky-smooth texture of that great dane's penis and taste his
animal lust. My clit twitched at the memory of the shepard's
long cock and the knot that swelled to fill all space within my
vaginal cavity. My vagina responded to the memory and swelled as
though in expectation of another encounter, as though the dog
would come bounding through the door at any minute. My moral
values had taken a severe beating and had not been re-
established.
One reason for this was that I never got a strong moral
foundation in the first place. My values were imposed on me by
me. Consequently, they were a bit muddled and fluid. I was
raised in a decadent home. My parents are perverts, Mom
especially. Like most teens, I tried to be the opposite of my
parents. I assumed high moral values while being forced to live
under highly immoral ones. I passed my moral values to my
children. I was especially strict with Brenda, my fifteen-year-
old daughter. She is my joy, a dear, sweet, innocent girl and
growing more beautiful with each day. She took the news of my
wild side and infidelity the hardest. After my confession, we
had difficulty being comfortable with each other.
Like most adults, I could see myself becoming my parents. I
could also see my children rebelling against my high moral
values. This phenomina was most evident in Jason, but Brenda
showed signs as well. She reads some pretty racy material and
her walls are plastered with near-naked male models. Her
interest in boys began before puberty. My hope was that her
modesty, a modesty I fostered, would prevent her from becoming
the school slut.
My two sons, Jason 14, and Terry, 12, seemed to take my lewd
behavior in stride. At first, they were as shocked as Brenda.
The shock wore off quickly, especially for Jason. He immediately
accepted me in my slut mode. The boys are both well-behaved
little gentlemen. They help around the house. All three get
along great and keep their rooms spotless. None have ever given
me one iota of problem. I could tell I'd fallen a few notches in
their eyes. If they only knew the extent to which I'd fallen,
they'd die. Well, maybe not Jason. Terry might survive. Brenda
would die.
My husband, Sam, is a hard working company man. He is a safety
engineer with a consulting firm. He travels extensively. He is
away more than home. I could have been unfaithful all along with
little fear of getting caught. When the pictures arrived, he had
just left the country on another thirty-day assignment.
I have the moral mind of a decent housewife, but the pussy of a
raging slut. I call it my beast. When it rears its hooded clit,
it must be fed. I have learned to control my drives by feeding
the beast as soon as it stirs. While looking at the pictures
spread out on my table, the hungry beast stirred mightily. I
soon found myself looking at the pictures with one hand busy in
my panties. It wasn't long before I studied the details while
furiously fucking myself with two fingers in a wide-legged
stance, remembering, wanting, needing.
And then, I saw the note. This stopped my finger play with a
self-made promise to resume. It said:
Greetings, my little dog-fucking slut, [my clitty gave a
lurch]
How do you like the pictures? How do you think Brenda,
Jason, and Terry will like them? How about Sam? How about
your mother and father at 467 Rosewood, Kansas City, Mo.
74569? How would Sam's parents like a copy sent to 34587
Gleen Cove Rd. Evansville, In. 84523? How would you like
to be a porno star for your whole family?
Rover
PS woof woof bark woof
PPS That's mutt talk for, "You are one fine bitch, Connie"
Had I read the note first, the beast might not have awakened. I
would have flung the pictures against a wall and been too upset,
mortified, frightened, and guilty to allow the nasty beast to
emerge. As it was, the beast was awake and jumping for joy. It
drowned out any feelings of shame, anxiety, and dread.
I was trapped. Tom had me but good. There was no way out. He
won. I was his to do with as he pleased. There would be more
animals to fuck and suck, more pussy to lick, more cocks to
service, and more pictures, parties, and sex, sex, sex. This is
what the beast in my pussy was telling me. My mind listened.
The beast told me that everyone makes mistakes. I made a big
one, but that was history. What's done is done. Now, I had a
moral obligation to set aside all other considerations and
protect the innocent--my family. My moral responsibility was to
keep Tom from mailing those pictures. My duty was to serve him
in any way he required, no matter how vile, disgusting, or
filthy. Whatever was required, I must do willingly. "If you are
truly a decent woman, you have no choice," said the beast.
Yes! For once, the beast was absolutely right. I had no choice.
Going along was the moral thing to do. I needn't feel guilty. I
had no choice. This time, I was truly a victim, I told myself.
My fingers rewarded the beast for its perceptive analysis with a
two-fingered fuck. I poured over the pictures once again, my
mind made up and resolved to follow the moral course. My job was
to give Tom what he wanted.
My mind threw up one final warning flag. One thing Tom wanted,
the thing I quit because of more than any other reason, he wanted
me to bring Brenda into the games. He wanted to fuck my little
darling, take pictures of her, and mate her with beasts,
including mine. My beast said, "Sometimes, you must sacrifice
the few to save the many. You must give us , I mean them,
Brenda!" The beast adores Tom and his magnificent nine-inch,
cervix-banging, pussy-pleasing fuck rod. The two were in league.
In my state of mind, with the beast in full control and nearing
orgasm, I accepted that premise. Yes, I must sacrifice Brenda.
There's no other way. I have no choice. Tom will insist. He
will have his way. Resistance is useless. He always wins. He
already won. The beast jumped in orgasmic joy.
After the orgasm, I removed my panties, knowing another round
would soon be required. My mind and my beast began
collaborating, working together, becoming one. The reservations
I should have been experiencing, and the post-orgasmic guilt, did
not materialize. I studied the pictures again, but this time, I
used my fertile imagination to project Brenda into the pictures.
It was Brenda's angelic face that wrapped her full smiling lips
around that great dane's cock. I saw my daughter sucking one
black cock while her pussy took another. The whores humped
Brenda's face and smeared their freshly-fucked cunts all over
pretty features. Brenda's loins arched in wanton reception of
the shepard's cock. Brenda's nipples fed the puppies. My
fingers were back in my soupy twat. Mind and beast were there to
receive them.
Yes, it was Brenda that fired my passions. Her young, petite,
youthful, hard body would be the perfect addition to our circle.
The men, especially, would love her pristine cunt with its fine
light-brown, downy covering of fine, silky hairs. Her tiny
squeeze box would melt their raging hardons and drain their
balls. And the dogs, yes, magnificent animals, clean, pure-bred
specimens raised on human pussy, each with a specialty.
They had a dalmatian, a boxer, a basset hound, and for comic
relief, a toy poodle. Their star performers were a German
shepard named Butch and a great dane named Colossus.
The great dane was too big to fuck, but great for sucking. His
monster, one-foot cock spewed forth doggie cum by the pint, and
he stood on hind legs to receive this service. All he needed was
a little help from an assistant holding a front paw for balance.
In a pinch, a wall or counter top would do.
The shepard was the best fuck. He could last for ten or fifteen
minutes and presented a fine visual performance by grasping his
bitch and hunching his loins in animalistic fervor. He took
pussy, he didn't accept pussy. When Butch felt like fucking, he
went to his bitch and nosed her crotch. If she did not
immediately assume a mating position, he growled menacingly. If
that didn't get her on all fours, he would literally attack her
clothes, shredding them. He would then nip and nose her into the
desired position. Butch had been trained to rape human females
who were uncooperative. Brenda's initiation into cross-species
mating would begin with bestial rape in a circle of horny
partiers.
The circle I refer to is comprised of eight men in their forties
and fifties. Tom is not the ring leader; he is their newest
member. Tom proved valuable as a supplier of meat, prime meat.
The circle likes to lure beautiful, straight, sexy women into a
vulnerable position to undergo the rape. Any female was game.
They have gone so far as to kidnap victims, stripping them, and
tossing them to the dog. No victim ever reported this rape.
Most turned docile afterwards and let themselves be used again
and again. The circle had many female followers who had been
victims at one time, but had to get an invitation in order to
attend a party.
The wives of male members were like associate members and
attended every party. Some of the party goers were close friends
of the inner circle. Former victims served them in various ways,
most often as sexual playthings at their private orgies. Some
lived with a member couple working as a live-in maid. At
parties, they served as waitresses in revealing costumes.
A typical party would be two to three dozen people in all. I
only attended one--as the victim. Tom told me about the others
he'd seen. They were much alike, and the results were the same.
All guests remained in full formal dress and served as a contrast
to enhance the humiliation of the victim. To be the only person
naked in a group of formally dressed, distinguished couples is a
feeling that must be experienced to be appreciated.
Orgies and parties are not the same thing. Orgies are small
informal gatherings, held at a circle member's residence, were
everyone gets naked and gets it on. Parties, are large
gatherings of orgy groups to witness a spectacle, usually a
staged rape, held in a remote location, such as an airplane
hanger or abandoned warehouse. Parties break up and orgy groups
go their separate ways to get it on. I was raped in a hanger.
Though I had attended several orgies prior to my party, and knew
many of the guests intimately, seeing them dressed while I was
nude; and, having just had sex with a dog, milling about with dog
cum running down my legs, is a deeply humbling experience. The
feeling is not like an orgy. The humiliation seeps into the
soul. At some point, the victim wallows in that sick feeling and
can't seem to get enough depraved humiliation. I couldn't, as
the pictures clearly showed. Observing this transformation was a
primary purpose of the party.
Parties were carefully staged events centered on the guest of
honor, the unwary victim. As the circle grew, and their pallets
grew numb to the rapes, they demanded only prime meat. Bringing
fresh meat to the table was the goal of every monthly party. I
was prime meat. Brenda was prime rib. Tom could make a big name
for himself with my help. My moral responsibility was to help
him secure Brenda as their next victim, so my mind went into
overdrive.
She'd need a special dress, something braless, thin straps, thin
material, a breakaway dress, one that would fall apart at the
first bite and tug. And panties, special panties that had weak
seams. She would need these to prevent those nasty nips that
sometimes bled when Butch tried rendering ordinary panties to
shreds on a squealing, kicking female. Brenda's clothing must
fall off completely.
I could fix them to do just that. For her rape, she must be
naked, stark fucking naked. The ranch would be packed to watch
my daughter. Friends of circle members would fly in. It would
be twice the three dozen who watched my rape.
Sixty, maybe seventy people, mostly well-dressed couples, would
watch her gradual transformation. They'd gather in a big circle
and cheer Butch on. They'd see her go from a frightened little
girl to a bitch in heat. The process went from stark terror, to
deep shame, to passive surrender, submissive acceptance, euphoric
indifference, to willing submission. If she was anything like me
and two other innocent women Tom seduced, to a bitch in heat,
offering her pussy up to the dog's deep, hard-driving thrusts.
She'd receive his hot sperm douche and moan in ecstasy.
She'd remain impaled on his swollen cock while dog sperm sank
into her womb. She'd carry the full weight of the dog as he
posed triumphantly with his front paws on her shoulder blades,
playing to the crowd, receiving pets, praise, and strokes from
the multitude. In this humiliating position, while people
discussed her slutty performance, she'd endure another fifteen
minutes while his cock knot receeded.
Brenda would willingly endure this post-fuck ritual as doggie
sperm leaked from her stuffed pussy and dripped off her clit.
She would strain to keep the dog up on display, aiding him in
using her body as a platform from which to bask in canine glory.
Ton said they all did. I did. I remember the feeling. I
remember how odd it was to feel that way, to want to hold that
rapist dog up. I remember the ache in my arms as I strained to
do so.
I vividly recall the moment I knew I couldn't maintain that pose
much longer, of fighting back hard, of thinking of an
alternative. I remember the pleasure I experienced as the idea
of using my head, literally. All I had to do was drop my head to
the floor as though getting ready to do a hand stand. I would
only settle a few inches, but my neck could easily take the
strain off my arms. The relief was so nice in the new position,
and then there was the view.
Oh, the view! There it was, Butch's balls, hanging below the
furry sheath, pressed to my inflamed vagina. The puddle of sperm
between my knees; the drip, drip, drip, of the glistening off-
white drops that gathered on my erect clit before elongating and
falling free; oh, the view! The people all seemed to disappear
with the fall of each pearly drop. There was just me and my
animal lover, in post coital bliss.
I could see a portion of his thick, red cock and the way my pussy
seemed to be nursing on it, reluctant to let it go, fighting to
keep his magnificent male appendage lodged inside. The feeling
of losing that fight as I felt the pressure within diminish, and
the desperate way I tried to use my weak vaginal muscles to keep
his pussy pleaser stimulated, to hold it inside until my own
fires died was agonizing and frustrating.
And then there was emptiness, the sense of loss when it fully
emerged, glistening with my spend and his. I felt the powerful
desire to turn around as other women had and lick it, suck it,
and try to coax another erection, mindless of the laughs and
jeers. I failed in that regard. I still carried some
inhibitions. Later, Tom explained that half do, half don't.
When they do, it makes for a special ending, one the regulars
fervently hope for. I wondered if Brenda would. I hoped so, for
the beast's sake, you understand.
To satisfy the beast, Brenda would need conditioning. The circle
only had one disaster in all the years they'd been plying their
craft. It involved a victim's daughter, a sixteen-year-old
virgin. She got raped, got fucked, but she freaked out and never
calmed. They had to try and wrest Butch from her. It wasn't
easy, but the girl looked like she might be emotionally scared
for life and draw attention to their group if the mother broke
down and made a confession. They saved her and used that rescue
to convince the girl that they were heroes and she a poor victim
of a dog gone mad with desire. They lied, telling her the dog
would be put to sleep if she wanted. She calmed and finally
granted Butch reprieve but not forgiveness. She recovered. The
mother took her away. They never saw either one again. All
ended well, but the experience taught them a valuable lesson: the
victims could not be virgins.
The conditioning was the part that made me balk. Tom made it
clear that we'd need to condition Brenda. We'd need to get her
used to taking human cock first. She'd need to adapt to having
people see her naked and having sex. We needed to awaken her
normal sexuality, expand it, and make her want sex in all its
variations before introducing her to another species in a large
crowd of people.
I agreed with his assessment but balked at the conditioning
process. At the time, I could not imagine being a party to that,
setting her up for sex with grown men, watching them fondle my
little darling's delicate parts, seeing several horny old men
passing her around like a fuck toy, pouring their seed in every
hole, shooting sperm on her lovely body, in her long golden hair,
seeing naked whores coax my daughter's face between their legs,
perhaps my own hands coaxing her head between my legs. This is
what drove me away. I could not see myself allowing these things
or being an active participant. I could not even take the first
baby steps; I just quit.
>2
My attitude was different after the beast and my mind made a
pact. After they joined forces, it became easy, even enjoyable
to contemplate Brenda's conditioning process. My spirit joined
in, making a complete triad of mind, body, and spirit. We had
one goal in mind: the seduction of Brenda. While feeding the
beast three fingers, mind and spirit began devising a plan.
Beast is useless at times like these. Beast can offer no
creative ideas. Beast only wants to slate its hunger. We fed
the beast while plotting my little girl's introduction to
perverted sex and her ultimate destiny--a bitch to serve Tom and
his intimate circle of friends. We wanted her to suck Butch's
cock without prompting. The beast insisted.
The phone rang while I was working out my plan. As I expected,
it was Tom. He said, "Enjoying the pictures, Connie?"
I put an aroused smile in my voice, a sultry smile, and replied,
"You know I am, you bastard."
"Smile when you say that, bitch."
"I was smiling. Well, I guess I'm back in the circle, or am I in
the dog pound for being a bad girl?"
"That depends. We're giving you the opportunity to be a good
girl. Knowing you, you prefer the pound."
"I do, but I also want to be a good girl."
"That's what I wanted to hear, but you'd better be serious. We
are."
"I am serious, Tom. You win. I will be a very good girl from
now on. I promise."
"You know what we want, Connie."
"Yes, you want my baby, my little virgin daughter for Butch."
"Connie, if you are recording this call, it won't do you any
good. This call is inadmissible unless you have a wiretap permit
issued by a federal judge or advise me that I am being recorded.
Besides, I won't say anything incriminating. I'm not stupid."
"I assure you, I am not recording this. The idea never crossed
my mind. Here, I'll prove it. Tom, I want to help you fuck my
daughter. I want to guide your cock in her tight, virgin pussy
and hold her little legs apart for you. I have ideas for
conditioning her to fuck the dogs and for putting on a good first
performance with Butch. I think I can get her to suck him for
the ending you guys like. I want to have sex with her. I want
pictures taken and distributed through the underground network.
I, Connie Lynn Stevens, want to make my fifteen-year-old virgin
daughter a dog-fucking, pussy-sucking, porno whore. I am not
recording this, but I'm sure you are. Am I right?"
"Bingo and bravo. You do know what we want, and it does appear
you do want to be a good little girl. So, how do you propose we
start?"
"I've been thinking hard on that. I need a week to get her ready
for you. I need to get her warmed up, break the ice. I need to
get her thinking centered in her panties. I also need to get her
to open up and lose some of her inhibitions regarding her body.
The kid is extremely bashful about her body, Tom. She is having
difficulty growing into her womanhood. I haven't seen her naked
since she was eleven. Can you wait a week before we start the
conditioning? It'll be worth it."
"All right, a week but no more. I want that cherry delivered by
next Thursday. I can seduce her if you can't."
"I'm sure you can. I have ideas along those lines as well."
"Let's hear them."
"Well, Brenda has always dreamed of being a model, a high fashion
model. Modeling has been her dream since she was eight and
received a fashion Barbie set for her birthday. She has even
taken classes and has a cheap portfolio taken by a studio. If
you pose as a modeling agent, she will be putty in your hands.
She reads all about the modeling business. I have read some of
her trashy romance novels. The stuff is full of models being
used by agents, photographers, producers, and designers."
"All right, I'll tell her I'm a modeling agent."
"She'd uncover you in two seconds. Hear me out. The plots are
all the same. The heroine gets screwed all the way to the top,
meets her dashing Romeo in Paris, gets swept off her feet, and
saved from a life of sexual servitude. She then lives happily
ever after with her Prince Charming. If she knows anything about
modeling, she knows the business is full of dirty old men who use
young girls. I think you could play that part convincingly."
"I'm impressed. I plan to have Ben, Stewart, and Alan on hand.
We want this location to look like an agency, right."
"Yes, and I want to be present. I want to watch this, Tom. I
won't interfere. I really do want to watch. I could be very
useful in calming her."
"Oh, I insist you be there. Half the fun will be fucking her in
front of Mommy."
"Mommy couldn't agree more. I do suggest we save the fucking for
her second visit. The first visit Next thursday needs to be
foreplay, total nudity, a few feels, maybe some light fingering
to let her know you are one of the dirty ones. The next week,
she will be braced to go further. She may go in expecting to put
out. From what I've read, she'd think you were phoney if you
didn't screw her by the second visit."
"I don't want to go through this bullshit more than once."
"Indulge me, Tom. I want it this way. Can I have some fun,
too?"
"I said Thursday, and I mean Thursday. You are not going to
stall your way out of this if that's what you're up to."
"Tom, when will you believe me? Okay, how about I bring her in
for this first meeting earlier in the week, say Monday. I can
get her primed for a mild session by then. Actually, this could
be much better. I can act outraged at your unprofessional
conduct. You dangle a big enough carrot, and go easy on her, I'm
sure she'll plead for the second visit to be arranged as soon as
possible."
"Fine, I'll go along with that. Monday would be good, and I
would like a demonstration of your progress. I think I'll have
Stewart here for that first visit. Stewart saw Brenda at a
company picnic. He will want in on anything involving that
little doll. I'm sure she won't remember him, and she's never
seen me. He's a better dirtier old man than I am."
"I agree, but see that he doesn't get carried away. He could
blow it. For my own satisfaction, I would love to have her drag
me into this kicking and screaming."
"It would be best anyway. We can't force this along at any step
of the way. The circle is still nervous about doing this at all.
Don't let that give you any ideas. If she doesn't work out for a
party; that's fine, but if I don't get my fuck, I'm holding you
personally responsible. The pictures will go out."
"I can see you aren't going to trust me until you see me cheering
Butch on with the rest of you."
"Honey, you won't just be cheering. After she gets into it, I
want you to strip down and sit before her, lift your cunt to her
face, and fuck her face while she's getting it. If you do that,
I might start trusting. Connie, this next party is my show. I'm
not just providing the victim, I'm staging the whole fucking
show. This is my ass on the line here, and my big chance to be
one of the boys."
"I thought you were one of the boys."
"Shit...hardly. I'm trying to hang in by a thread. They are the
big league. I'm a fucking batboy who keeps handing them the
wrong bat. I thought your performance was spactacular. They
called it a flop, and you know why."
"Jesus Christ, how many times must I grovel for not sucking a
dog's dick."
"I'm not asking you to grovel, but you need to know the score.
I'm not taking chances with Brenda. I want her dreaming of
sucking dog cock by party time without her ever having fucked a
dog. If she goes in there looking like an experienced bitch, I'm
fucked. If she don't suck his dick, I'm fucked. The way I see
it, I'm fucked all around, but you can bet your sweet dog-fuckin'
ass I won't go down without giving it all I got."
"Well, you're going to need my help to accomplish your goal. I
think I can swing it. I know my kid, Tom. Let me guide the
process. You will fall flat on your face if you handle Brenda
like you did me. You should have at least warmed me to the idea
of sex with dogs before taking me to that party. You should have
found out how I felt about dogs, made me watch some doggie fuck
flicks, or taken me to see a woman getting screwed by a dog. No,
not hard-charging Tom Drake. Just strip the bitch and toss her
in the pound. I had a dog phobia, you asshole."
"All right, all right. I've heard this song ten times too many.
You should be thanking me. I cured you of your phobia."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome....All right, Connie. I'll work with you. Help
me out, babe. Don't let me down, okay?"
"Have I ever? Oh, shit! Forget I said that. I won't let you
down. You have my word of honor. I'm going to do my very best."
"Love ya, babe."
All through our talk, I'd been fingering my cunt. His lewd words
and my vivid imagination had me on the brink as I frantically
rubbed my clit. I cried in a shaky voice filled with passion,
"Oh, yes, you dirty bastard! God, I love your filthy mind and
your horny cock. I'll give you Brenda, you horny bastard. I'll
fuck my slimy cunt all over that little bitch's face while Butch
is banging her the bone. She'll suck that dog's cock, then I'll
suck his cock while I fuck her face again for good measure,
Batboy. Ohhhh...Yessss! Yessss! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!
I dropped the phone while in the middle of the best of all cums.
When I recovered and got back on the line, I could hear the
laughter of several men. I was not surprised to be on a speaker
phone as well as being recorded. It was Tom's style. I said, "I
hope you guys enjoyed that. I sure did."
"Yes, we could tell. Be at the Towers Building, Suite 1408, on
Monday at six PM. That's Ben's accounting office. We'll have it
looking like a modeling agency by then. I'll even get an
engraved sign made for the door and plaster the walls with shots
of models cut from magazines that we supposedly represent. I'll
get my wife started on that part. She has a stack of those
women's magazines."
"Oh, yes, that will be perfect. Brenda is gullible anyway, but
it will be best if the office looks convincing. We'll be there.
Bye, love!"
"Not so fast, sweet lips. Now that you're back, how about
running over to my place? Me and the boys need our pipes
cleaned. Dorothy's beaver misses your talented tongue, and Duke
is humping her leg after hearing your voice."
Duke is the basset hound. His cock is almost equal to the great
dane's, but he can't drive as hard. He is Tom and Dorothy's
family pet. Duke is my second best fuck. His specialty is doing
a girl in the missionary position. I learned this at the party.
They brought him to me after I'd serviced the dalmatian in my
ass. I was more than ready for a repeat. I said, "I can't wait.
After the kids get home from school, and I do a little prep work,
I'll be right over. It won't be more than an hour, promise.
Bye."
The boys Tom referred to, along with his wife, Dorothy, comprised
Tom's group before I came on board. They were hardly a swinger's
group as the passed themselves off to be. The group was actually
Tom sharing his slutty wife with his buddies from work. They
hired hookers to fill in the ranks, even after they had me.
Nothing spoils an orgy atmosphere faster than some dumb bimbo
renegotiating the deal in mid-orgy, saying, "The bitch can eat my
cunt, but it'll cost ya an extra twenty, thirty if ya want me to
piss in her mouth."
I never saw Duke until the party. If I had seen Duke prior, I
would have fucked him, sucked him, and been prepared for Butch.
Duke is adorable, and was not the kind of dog that trigered my
phobia. Big dogs, like German shepards and great danes, the kind
of dogs big enough to knock a shy majorette to her hands and
knees during an outdoor pep ralley before a thousand teachers and
fellow students, then hump her madly while adults took their
sweet fucking time coming to her aid, as her fellow students
laughed and jeered, then jeered and laughed more when the
embarrassed little trooper tried to go on with her performance
with sticky, slimy dog-cock goo running down her naked legs in
that ridiculous one-piece sequined bathing suit that her
perverted mother removed the liners from so her pussy crack (now
sopping wet where the mutt came on the crotch) and nipples showed
through, the kind of dog that raped me at the party, not a cute,
cuddly little fucker like Duke. Talk about your run-on sentence.
Anyway, everything was working out perfectly. The timing was
perfect. Of course, Tom timed it that way. After Sam left that
morning, the kids were still eating breakfast. Mischievously,
Jason said, "Hey, Mom, are you going to call your boyfriend and
tell him the coast is clear?"
Terry said, "Yeah, it's party time again! [no, not that party,
just party. They knew nothing about the distinction between an
orgy and a party. To them, an orgy was a party, an adult
party.]"
Brenda gave them dirty looks. I almost told them there would be
no more boyfriends or parties. Something held me back. Woman's
intuition, I guess. I let their suggestive comments ride with a
weak, embarrassed smile.
When I later received the UPS delivery, I was glad I'd waited. I
could now slip right back into my slut mode, and they'd never
suspect I'd been on a break. During the peak of my sexual fling,
I had actually gotten quite lewd at home. The changes began with
the confession and escalated greatly after the party (yes, THE
party--woof woof).
I didn't plan to get lewd at home, or get caught cheating, but
Tom forced the issue. The kids were already suspicious of my
nightly activities, mostly because of the ultra-sexy clothes I
wore going out at night--at Tom's insistance, I might add. He
would not allow me to leave decently attired and change later.
Tom wasn't happy until I totally degraded myself.
The climactic event occurred after a week of fevered sexual
activity and nightly orgies (prior to THE party). One early
morning, Tom brought me home, stark naked, huddled low in the
seat and covered with semen. He stopped the car three houses
down and told me to get out.
I was half drunk and still riding an orgiastic high. I got out
and stroled to my door. The neighborhood was dark and quiet.
Tom took off when I got to the door. That's when I discovered he
had my purse with my keys. Our house is secure. We don't hide
keys, and there is no way to get inside without breaking in. I
had no choice but to ring the door bell repeatedly. All three
kids came to answer.
All three gasped on seeing me in that condition. I just brushed
past and went to my room. When they arrived home from school the
next day, I had no choice but to sit them down and tell them what
was going on. I told them I attended adult parties, and I sorta
told them what went on, sorta. They saw me naked and covered in
sperm. They sorta knew.
I said, "Yes, I am cheating on your father. If you want to tell
on me, that's your prerogative. I won't be angry. I took that
chance when I decided to cheat. If you tell, be advised it will
split our family. I may even lose custody. You kids could even
get split up between us. I hope we can work this out and keep
this as our little secret. I am having fun and I won't stop. If
your father finds out, I'll deal with him at that time. There is
the possibility, if you guys cover for me, he may never find
out."
I received immediate pledges of secrecy from all three, although
those were the only words Brenda spoke for the longest time. We
talked openly for over an hour, and Brenda finally came around
and hugged me. She apologized for acting the way she did. She
told me she would love me no matter what I did. Jason and Terry
added their support as well. What began as a tense,
uncomfortable, and embarrassing experience, ended with us
becoming closer than we'd ever been.
Admitting my sexual misdeeds was the most difficult thing I'd
ever had to do. I told them that I was tired of being left
alone, tired of sleeping alone, and tired of missing out on
life's little pleasures. I confessed that I had a boyfriend and
we went to adult sex parties.
I had to tell them I had sex with several men. They saw too much
semen on my body for any one, or three, to deposit. They wanted
the number. I said eight when there had been eleven. It seems
moot, now, but at the time, I didn't think they could handle
numbers in the two digits.
I led them to believe that I partied with Tom and his male
friends in a fancy hotel suite downtown. I couldn't bring myself
to tell them about the women, cunt sucking, golden showers,
enemas, and drinking piss by the gallon right from the source.
Still, I was pretty open and graphic about my straight sex and
love of semen.
One side benefit resulting from our sorta frank discussion of my
sex life was that I finally had the birds and bees talk with all
three at once. Sex had been a taboo topic of discussion in our
home. Sam would not discuss it, and I never could broach it, not
even with Brenda. When she started her periods, I got her a
brochure to read. I took the opportunity to lay it all out for
them. They asked good, serious questions. I gave good, honest
answers.
Another by-product of this talk was that it ended my modesty.
After the talk, I let it all hang out. During the sex education
part, I took off all my clothes and used my body as a female
model. I sat with my legs wide apart, feet resting in the table,
pointing out the various parts of female anatomy. I demonstrated
how women masturbate, and even hooked my index fingers in my hole
to open myself wide, inviting each kid to look inside in the name
of education. They may have seen the beast hiding behind a
corner, because the beast was definitely up and about.
After that, I went out of my way to let them see me naked. I
even shaved my pussy to look more naked. After a shower, I would
take my time getting dressed and find endless reasons to wander
through the house looking for little things, stooping, squatting,
and bending. I enjoyed being naked in their presence and did not
hesitate to touch my pussy or masturbate wherever the mood struck
me.
Brenda was uncomfortable, especially about the masturbating, but
the boys positively adored having a naked female wandering about,
showing off her body and playing with her pussy. By the time Sam
was due to return, I was nude more than dressed and constantly
playing with myself.
Jason had no inhibitions from the start. The first time he saw
me playing with my pussy on the sofa, he came and sat beside me,
then stared openly at my working fingers. Terry was a little
bashful at first; but before long, he would plop down on the
floor and stare into my twat. Brenda never would overtly look,
but she always managed to be where she could see everything on
the sly.
After a few days of this exhibitionistic behavior, I encouraged
the kids to join me. The boys eagerly dropped their pants and
beat off while looking at my twat, but Brenda would have none of
that. Watching my sons jerking off while they watched me really
got me off. Knowing that both boys were shooting semen thrilled
me. One day, a few days after the party, after I'd become a
dedicated slut, Jason got up on his knees when he was about to
cum. He fisted his cock while aiming at my pussy. He shot his
hot sperm over my fingers. Brenda let out a groan of disgust
which inspired me to use my fingers to put the sperm inside my
pussy. I absolutely loved disgusting Brenda.
Terry copied his brother when he was ready. He knelt up and
pumped his small dick with the head very close. I used my
fingers to open my cunt lips and offered my open hole for a
target. We all watched as a series of small jets shot into my
pussy. Brenda was awed at our vulgarity, but knew better than to
express her views. For the brief period it lasted, coming in my
pussy was the way it went each time.
I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them got brave
or carried away and sank his cock in to the balls. I was ready
and willing to go all the way with my boys. Incest never
bothered me; it excited me. I was content to let them decide
when to take the plunge into mother-fuckerhood. Jason came very
close the night before his father returned. He actually pressed
the head of his cock to my hole while he jacked off. With my
squirming wiggle, he managed to lodge the head inside when he
came. Jason pumped his rod as it spewed forth its hot load
inside his mommy's horny pussy.
With Brenda slyly watching, I cried out, "Yes, baby, fill Mommy's
pussy with your sperm!" Brenda was so shocked, she left the
room, something she never did before. Jason strutted about for
over an hour. You would think he had just impregnated the queen.
>3
With Sam off again, the kids probably expected a return to my old
behavior. I certainly didn't want to disappoint them. I only
had five minutes before they were due home from school. I threw
off my clothes and tossed them into the laundry room. I had no
time for a shower, but wanted to shave my pussy. I'd let the
hair grow out during my intermission and had a stubble beard
between my legs.
I was in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the tub, and had
removed the stubble from my mons. I was about to start between
my legs when the three kids came home. I paused and waited. An
image of Brenda shaving my intimate parts stirred the beast. A
smile slowly formed and I called out, "Brenda! Brenda, will you
come up here please?"
Moments later, the door cracked open. Brenda peered in and her
eyes opened wide at my obscene position. She must have thought I
was masturbating. When she saw the razor, she relaxed. I said,
"Come in, please."
She eased inside and shut the door. I said, "Sweetheart, I want
to ask you a favor. I need help shaving these difficult parts.
I'm afraid I might cut myself, and I have a date to run to.
Would you?" I held out the razor and spread my legs wide so
she'd understand what I wanted shaved. The look on her face was
priceless. She blushed a deep red.
Brenda eased closer with her eyes on my spread beaver. She
tentatively took the razor and said, "You mean there?"
"Yes, there. I can easily get the top, but getting down low is
tricky. If this bothers you, Jason would be happy to do it."
"No! No, I'll do it. Mom, you wouldn't really let Jason shave
your vagina, would you."
"Why not? I let him cum in it. I'm willing to let him fuck it.
Why wouldn't I let him shave it? Don't you think he'd want to?"
"Oh, he'd want to, all right. He'd shave it forever. That's the
problem." She sat on the lid of the toilet, and I scooted over
to be right in front of her.
I placed one foot on the sink and the other on the toilet paper
dispenser, trapping Brenda between my legs. She leaned forward
and cautiously touched the razor to the top of my left labia lip.
Her tiny strokes were getting us nowhere. She wouldn't use her
fingers on my pussy flesh. I said, "Come on, Brenda. You aren't
shaving rose petals. The pussy won't bite you. Use your
fingers, or I will call Jason."
She grew redder, and said, "Mom, this isn't easy for me. I've
never touched another girl's vagina before. This is weird."
"Please, Brenda, don't get clinical on me. I know you don't call
your pussy a vagina, and I know you young girls talk about your
pussies. Jason and Terry have no problem calling it a pussy or a
cunt, why do you?"
"It's just hard to use those words in front of you, Mom."
"Try it. I use them, and I'd prefer that you did too. I like
hearing you use dirty words."
"All right, pussy." After saying it, her fingers touched it.
Lightly, at first, the pressure increased and her shaving strokes
were better as well.
I watched with my arms behind me supported on the back edge of
the tub. I said, "That's more like it. Yes, get down there and
get those stubble near my cunt crack."
Brenda had to get right down in there with her head just inches
away. The razor made a long pass up my labia. I said, "Honey,
pull that other cunt lip out of the way. Just shove it aside.
It's used to rough treatment. Just get a grip and pull."
She pressed four finger tips against the right lip and pulled. I
said, "No, get your fingers in there and grip it like you are
going to lift me up by the cunt lip."
"Are you serious, Mom?"
"Yes, do it!"
She used her right hand to get a grip on my labia. Her fingers
went into my cunt grove, and she gripped the flesh to her palm
gently, saying, "Like this?"
"Okay, but grip tighter or it will slip through your fingers when
you pull." She gripped tightly and pulled my cunt flesh wide
open. It hurt, but I made no sign of that. I said, "That's the
way to shave a cunt, Brenda. See how everything on the other
side is now fully in the open? Now get all those little bastards
and get them good."
Brenda appeared to relax at this point. Her nervous anxiety left
her and she diligently applied herself to the task. When she had
one side clear, she switched hands and repeated the process on
the other side. She rinsed and patted me dry, then held a hand
mirror for me to examine the job. I said, "Excellent! Tom will
be so pleased. He will be even more so when I tell him that my
daughter did this for him. He likes to lick my pussy, but he
doesn't like the hair."
"Oh, gross, Mom. You really let him do that. I thought only
lesbians did that sort of thing."
"Gross? You think my pussy is gross?"
"No, I didn't mean that. Yours is beautiful." She blushed with
her impulsive compliment, then added, "I mean, for a pussy...I
mean like...well, I've only seen mine and girls in the showera
school, but I've never seen one up close like this. It's not
gross or anything."
"But licking it is?"
"Well, isn't it?"
"Sweetheart, I am certainly no lesbian. Tom will vouch for that,
but I sure love licking, kissing, and sucking a pussy. I have
eaten many pussies in my life. I did it for all my girl friends
before I married your father, and I've eaten many more since
meeting Tom. Don't knock it till you've tried it. I can't
believe you never licked Shelly or Susan."
"Mom, no way! I never! Things must be different now, because
girls don't do that to other girls unless they are lesbians.
Shelly would die if she heard you say that. So would Susan."
"Do you look down on me now that you know I love licking other
women between their legs?"
"No. That's your business. I'm surprised."
"Here, would you like me to shave your pussy and then show you
how it feels?"
"MOM! You mean you'd do mine too...I mean, lick it?"
"I would love to, but not unless you let me shave it first. I
hate hair in my teeth as much as Tom does. Well?"
"I couldn't. No, no way!"
"Well, suit yourself. It wouldn't bother me any. How about the
shave. Do you want to see what that's like?"
"I might, but I could never do what you just did. I'm not like
you. I'd die of embarrassment."
"Your face is bright red just talking about it. Brenda, you
really need to conquer this phobia you have about having people
seeing you naked. Your PE coach told me you skip showers. She
thinks you're too bashful to shower with other girls. That's not
normal or healthy. You should at least feel comfortable with
your family."
"I'm just shy, that's all. And Miss Brewer is a dyke. She hangs
around watching us shower. She just wants me in there so she can
watch me and get all turned on. She knows I'm shy and bashful,
but she won't let me use the private stalls."
"Well, I want to see you change that shyness. You shower where
she can get a good look at you. She suggested ways of ending
your shyness. I suggested a few myself. You will be taking a
note to her tomorrow. For your information, she will assign a
different team of girls each day to scrub you down in the open
shower area."
"Oh, no, Mom, how could you? I'll be a laughing stock."
"And, I want to start seeing some skin around this house. You
can start opening up around me, Jason, and Terry."
"Mom, I am not giving those perverts a free peep show. They
steal enough looks as it is; besides, if they want to see what a
naked female looks like, they see plenty of you."
"Yes, and they are going to see plenty more now that I have this
great shave to show off. You're right, I'm not like you, Brenda.
I'm proud of my body, all of it. You should be even more proud.
You have a body I would die for."
She blushed bashfully and said, "Do you really think so? Susan
says I'm skinny. Shelly thinks I need bigger breasts."
"They are just right, a grown man's handful. As for skinny, your
weight is perfect for modeling. By the way, in case you didn't
know, all models have to keep their pussies free of hair. They
all shave their cunts."
"What? I never heard that!"
"It's true. I read it in Playgirl magazine. According to the
article, it's an industry standard. Of course, the subject is
never discussed in the trash you read. Models have to shave,
because photographers can't afford to have a curly pubic hair
peeking out under a panty leg band or bathing suit. Another
reason is that designers want the models to look like real
females with real female parts underneath their clothes. A big
mat of hair spoils that. They want the labia lips and clit to
show subliminally when models wear panties or those new bathing
suit bottoms. Look closely and you'll see the faint hint of the
pussy crack and the slight protrusion of her clit. Check for
yourself. The manikin look is out; real is in."
"Wow, Mom, I never knew that. What you say makes sense, though.
I'll check it out."
"Another thing I read was that low-slung pussy is out, high-slung
pussy is in."
"What does that mean?"
"Well, you probably never noticed, but most pussies are tucked
way down between a girl's legs. If a girl with a low-slung pussy
stands straight with her feet together, you see nothing at all.
They call these girls manikins. Manikins are out. You are very
blessed, Brenda. You inherited my high-slung pussy. I remember
it from when you weren't so bashful. Your pussy is way up there
like mine. Our pussies show through Levis. Your pussy is
definitely in, sweetheart. You would be a hot model with a pussy
like yours. You should dress to accent that feature. You should
take the liners out of your swim suits. Wear thin, tight pant
suits and shorts without underwear if you want to get noticed."
I was not making this up, although I'm reasonably sure it was
made up. The photographer who took her portfolio shots tried
these lines on me when I balked at permitting nude poses of
Brenda. He took me into his private office for the hard sell. I
saw right through him, but I knew Brenda would buy the bullshit
line. She never would have stripped for him, anyway.
She said, "Mom, are you serious? Dress like that in public? Try
to show my pussy? Go without panties? There's no way, Mom. I
could get arrested. Why do you think I only wear flowing dresses
and pantyhose with panties? I can't even wear those tight
spandex skirt dresses that everyone is wearing. I put Shelly's
on and you could see my pussy lips even with panties on. Shelly
noticed right away. I was so ashamed."
"Well, you'll never be a model then. You'd better start looking
at other professions. If you ever did get a break, it would be
because some talent scout noticed you had a high-slung pussy.
Oh, there's no doubt they'd sign you to a contract, and there's
no doubt you'd rocket to the top. The trouble is, it's your
pussy they'd be marketing to their clients. You'd get a string
of panty, bathing suit, and sexy lingerie jobs. You'd be a prime
candidate for Sports Illustrated, probably win it, too. The pity
is, you'll never get noticed. Your portfolio shots don't show
that you have a high-slung pussy."
"That's your fault, Mom. He wanted to take some, but you
wouldn't let him."
"He wanted you to strip naked so he could take beaver shots,
that's what he wanted. The guy was a pervert, Brenda."
"He was not, Mom. All models have nude and semi-nude shots in
their portfolio. They are tastefully done and no way what you
call beaver shots."
"He would have taken beaver shots. Still, I knew you'd never
pose for them regardless. I was just taking the pressure off
you. I would have let him if I thought you'd pose like a mature
adult and not get all squirmy and silly like a little girl
showing her nasty parts."
"I'm not like that. I would have posed right. I know how to
act. I'm not bashful in front of a professional. It's a job.
They don't do it for fun."
"Well, he was having fun, and he would have had a lot more if I'd
gone along or hadn't been there. Now, I wish I'd just sat there
and kept my mouth shut. You can rest assured, if the situation
arises again, that's exactly what I will do. In the mean time, I
suggest you focus on nursing, teaching, or fire fighting."
"I am going to be a model, Mother. My mind is made up. I want
the rest of those pictures for my portfolio. Let's call him
again, please!"
"I am not about to waste my time until I see a dramatic change in
you. When you start prancing around here in your birthday suit,
and start shooting naked beavers to your brothers, we'll talk
about it."
"Mom, that's not fair. I can't do that. That's different. That
would be just plain nasty. I'm not like that."
"That's right, and the modeling business is just plain nasty,
too. If we return to that man, you'll find out how nasty it is.
Don't expect me to stop it either. When he has you laid out like
a lab frog with your knees in your arm pits and starts putting
Vasoline on the outside of his lens so he can shove it up your
cunt to get pictures of your ovaries, you'll see. I won't stop
him either. If anything, I will be pulling your cunt lips open
for him while he pushes that lens up your little virgin pussy
hole. It would be worth it to say, 'I told you so.'"
My words had her blushing again. She said, "God, Mom, you sure
like talking nasty, don't you?"
"I like talking nasty and doing nasty. Get used to it. And
don't think I'm not serious about what I said. You work on
losing your inhibitions or forget about modeling. You can start
right away. I have to run, but when I get back, I want to see
progress. I won't be gone too long. I should be in by eight. I
either want to see you running around naked, or as a minimum, I
want to see you shooting bare beavers like Daniel Boone."
"Mom, you're awful....just kidding."
"I am also dead serious. You think about what I said." I got up
to leave but paused at the door to add, "If you want to impress
me, shave that twat of yours. I won't take you for pictures with
a hairy cunt, anyway. If you need assistance, ask Jason. I'm
sure he'd do a thorough job on your cute little pussy. Wait,
that wasn't nasty enough. How's this? Offer to suck his dick,
and I'm sure he will lick your pussy for you. Was that better?"
"Mom, you are awful, but I still love you."
"Her declaration fanned my flames. Impulsively, I went up to her
with a sexy sway to my steps, stood with my feet apart, one hand
resting on a jutting hip and said, "If you really love me,
promise to do as I say and seal it with a kiss. I think you know
where I want that kiss."
My pussy was close to her nose as her head tilted back to look up
and see if I was serious. I stood patiently while watching her
breathe in my female scent. I knew I was pushing too hard, too
fast, but if she did it, we'd move ahead by leaps. I waited.
She softly said, "Do you really want me to...you know...kiss you
there?"
I just smiled expectantly. She contemplated for a few more
seconds; then, just as I was about to give up on her, her head
shot forward and her lips pecked me on my mound just above the
clit. This peck shot an electric charge though me. The feeling
was fantastic, and I wanted to go further.
I tried not to show how her shy kiss affected me. I looked down
on her sheepish, shy, doleful eyes, and said, "Christ, Brenda. I
asked for a kiss on my pussy, a pussy kiss, not a peck on my
belly. I know I said I had a high-slung cunt, but not that high.
If you are willing to kiss Mommy's pussy, as you obviously are,
then at least do it right. Your mouth lips should seal over my
cunt lips, not top or bottom, but right in the center."
Brenda sat in shock at this news, but never interrupted me as I
went on, saying, "I can see that part of the problem is your
position. You are sitting up too high. You can't get to the
center. Here, try kneeling on the floor at my feet."
I took her hand and she nervously knelt. I said, "Now sit back
on your heels and tilt your head back. Yes, that's it. That's
perfect."
While she held that pose, I got in a wide-set stance and inched
forward over her face. I watched my clit travel over the tip of
her nose and stopped, saying, "You need to press our lips tightly
together so I feel flesh contact all over my vulva." Amazingly,
she pressed her lips up tight to my pussy, mashing my cunt lips
flat, then tried to back off.
I said, "And another thing, a pussy kiss lasts much longer than a
regular kiss. You should never be in a hurry to end a pussy
kiss; in fact, pussy kisses are terminated by the kissee."
Brenda returned her lips and widened her mouth to encompass more
of my cunt. She pressed her face in tightly and looked up at me
over my bald mound the whole time as if awaiting more
instructions. I decided to go ahead and get the lesson on cunt
lapping out of the way. I said, "You're doing fine, but you need
a slight adjustment. Move your mouth lower, open wider, and
position your nose on my clit. Yes, that's better, that's it.
This places your mouth at my pussy hole so my pussy juice will
flow into your mouth. I can feel myself juicing. Can you taste
it, yet?"
She nodded while maintaining a firm lip lock. I smiled and said,
"Good. Now you need to use your hands, sweetheart. Reach up
through my legs, reach around my ass, and grasp me by my hip
bones. Yes, now pull your face in tighter and move it around.
This rubs your nose on my clit and brings down more juice.
That's what you want, sweetheart. You want that pussy cream.
You want your partner to know that you want her pussy cream, that
you crave it.
"Now, here's the most important part. All pussy kisses are
French kisses. The tongue is very important. Use your tongue to
feel around inside. Come on, Brenda. Don't get bashful on me
now. Yes, that's better. Feel all around like you are trying to
find the hole. Pretend like you don't know where it is, tease
me. Yes, baby, like that. Now, when you get to my hole, shove
that tongue deep inside as far as you can. Oh yes, baby, yes!
Try to lift Mommy off her feet. Oh, that's wonderful. Now lick
the walls of my cunt like you can't wait for the juice to flow
down, like you are starving to get at it. Yes, like that. Suck
Mommy's pussy, sweetheart! Oh, yes!"
I let her continue giving me the most pleasurable tongue and suck
job. I was nearing my climax, so I said, "Now, get on my clitty
and suck hard. Hang on tight. You are going for a ride. OOhhh!
Ughhh! Ohhhhh, yeeesss! Suck, baby, suck. Yessssssssssssssss!"
Brenda held tightly to my heaving bucking pelvis and sucked my
clit like a pro, while I ground out a delicious climax. I wasn't
fully recovered when I said, "Now, go lick up the juice you
brought down. This time, use your fingers to open up my cunt and
seal your mouth right over the hole. You want to make it clear
to your partner that all you want now is your reward for a good
pussy kissing. Get a good seal and just suck at first. Make
like you are drinking gallons of her cum. Do a lot of
swallowing, and between swallows, make pleasure noises like you
do when eating something delicious."
Brenda was doing marvelously, really hamming it up. You would
think I was pouring down ambrosia. I languished under this
treatment, then said, "Some women will push you away at this
point, having got what they wanted. If you did a good job, she
will allow you some time to get your reward. Toward the end, you
should start reaching inside with your tongue. This lets her
know that you almost have it all.
"Okay, that's enough. Now that you have had your reward, you
need to thank her for allowing you to drink her cum. You do this
by lapping at her whole slit with your tongue flattened and broad
in long sweeps up her crack. Yes, the way a dog licks. Kissing
pussy is a subservient act for one female to perform on another.
It is a degrading act and you want to reinforce your lowly
position by enhancing the degradation. Most women will respond
to this type of subservient lapping by opening themselves wider."
I lifted my right foot and placed it on the toilet tank top. "If
she presents herself like this, you should wallow in her cunt,
trying to coat every inch of your face with her pussy juice.
That's it, get wet all over, forehead too. Get the chin. Get
your nose up her hole. Yes, fuck her cunt with your nose. Okay,
now return to your licking, only this time start further down
between her legs near her asshole. Go over her asshole if you
can reach it, or try to show her you want at it. Yes, like that.
"Most women will grant you better access to their asshole by
assuming a position better suited for ass licking." I stood and
turned my back to her, assumed a wide stance, and bent forward at
the waist, presenting my ass to my daughter's lips. I said,
"This time, you focus on her asshole. Lick it, suck it, and get
your tongue way up inside. Use your hands to pry her cheeks
apart, then get your face in there firmly. Reach around to her
hip bones and pull yourself in tight. Great, now stiffen your
tongue and give my asshole a good reaming. She should feel you
moving your tongue in her shit. This lets her know that you
don't even find her shit offensive."
Brenda was doing her best to make me feel that novel sensation.
She was full of surprises. I said, "This act demonstrates, more
than any other, how far you are willing to go to please your
partner. This isn't as much for sensual pleasure as it is an act
of submission. If you don't want to be that submissive, you
shouldn't go this far. In either case, it is customary to at
least pay attention to a woman's asshole, give it a good licking
and lightly probe it with your tonguetip."
Brenda did not ease off and continued stirring my shit. I got
the message. I let her go on for a few more minutes, then eased
away, turned around, and cupped her chin, saying, "You did very
well for the first time, Brenda. Now that I know what a good
pussy kisser you are, I will expect this more often. You
understand that, don't you?" She nodded, or she did in my
imagination.
Actually, everything after the peck on my mound was a product of
my imagination. Everything was true up to where she gave me the
kiss on my mound. That part was true. The rest was fantasy, one
of my favorite fantasies, teaching my daughter how to please a
woman. Images of that fantasy played in my mind during the long
pause before the peck and after as I waited for another, the one
that never came.
What I did say after the kiss was, "That was close, but no
cookie. You know very well where my pussy is and the difference
between a peck and a kiss." I waited and fantasized while she
sat and thought. Like I said, the real kiss never came. I moved
back and said, "I can't wait all day, but you know what I expect
to see when I get home, don't you?"
"I'll try, Mom. I really will. It won't be easy, but I will
try."
"You do that."
I left her still seated on the toilet lid. When I opened the
door, Jason and Terry were backing away with guilt-ridden
expressions. I'm sure they heard everything we said. Brenda hid
her face in her hands at this realization. I said, "I hope you
two got an earful. I don't want to hear that you teased Brenda
for shaving my pussy, and especially don't tease her about
kissing my pussy. If your sister wants to kiss her mother's
pussy, that's her business."
Behind me, poor Brenda was dying of shame. I went on, saying,
"If you heard what I told her about loosening up and showing some
skin, you won't tease her about that either. If she's upset and
uptight when I get home, and I find out it's because of your
teasing, I'll spank you both on your bare asses and let her take
pictures. If you think I'm kidding, try me."
Brenda's face was no longer hidden. She wore an amused smile,
almost daring a comment. I went to my bedroom, satisfied that I
got Brenda off to a good start. I had her thinking centered in
her panties, and she had a great deal to think about. I dressed
and went straight to Tom's house.
>4
I had mixed feelings about seeing Tom's wife, Dorothy, again. I
met her a week into my fling with her husband. At Tom's urging,
I agreed to try a threesome with her. Despite what I'd told
Brenda, Dorothy was my first female lover. She is typical of the
circle wives. She enjoys her special status and flaunts her
status over the playthings Tom brings home and to the parties.
He presented me to her as though bringing home a gift, a toy for
her to use and play with, a mouse for the cat. Her first words
to me were, "Get on your knees, bitch!" I got on my knees.
What followed was the scene I'd fantasized with Brenda, only I
was in Brenda's place. Dorothy taught me the art of servicing a
woman. She taught me to submit. At the party, she took control
of me right after the rape by placing a jeweled dog collar around
my neck and leading me about on a leash. She humiliated me
beyond words and supervised my other matings. She orchestrated
the scene involving the shepard, great dane, and the tit-sucking
pups. The woman awed me. She is elegantly beautiful, a classy
woman. In her presence, I was truly humbled and submissive.
My first act on entering her house was to strip and get on my
knees. After properly worshiping her cunt, she had me crawl to
each man and suck him off. Then, she brought the dog over. She
held him on his hind legs and instructed me to suck him. I
eagerly did just that and would have sucked him to a climax.
Dorothy had other ideas. She ordered me onto my back and the
basset hound knew what to do. Duke climbed between my legs and
stood with his front paws on my tits. He got his cock inside my
pussy and more or less stood there. It was my job to do the
fucking by grinding my stuffed cunt on his cock. It was still a
marvelous fuck.
After he came, she raised him onto his hind legs with his cock
still inside me. She had Tom hold the dog while she rummaged
through my purse and retrieved my driver's license and lipstick.
She then went for a camera. She laid the license on my pubic
mound and using a tube of lipstick wrote, "Hi Mom! Hi Dad!" She
took the camera and focused on my twat display, getting a good
frame of my cunt stuffed with a very large dog cock. After he
pulled out, they took others while I licked and sucked his cock.
The purpose was obvious--blackmail material. They still didn't
believe me.
She also wrote nasty things all over my body and posed me in the
most obscene poses. Starting from my knees and going up one
inner thigh and down the other, she wrote in big letters, "Fuck
my pussy, Daddy." On my tits, she wrote, "Please suck my tits,
Daddy." She covered my back, my buns, my belly, and the backs of
each leg with vulgar graffiti directed at my parents. Even Mom
had a message that said, "Mommy, please let me be Daddy's whore,
and I'll suck your pussy any time you want."
Before I left, Tom handed me a business card from the Ford
Modeling Agency. The card carried the name of Stan Summers and
had a Fifth Avenue address. He told me they provided the models
for the company in their advertising account. He thought the
impressive card might come in handy.
As I drove home, leaking dog cum from my twat, I got the oddest
thrill out of imagining Mom and Dad's reaction to those pictures
and the others I had received. Dad is a dirty old man in his own
right, and Mom is worse. He came very close to raping me a
number of times and fondled me from the time I was in my mid
teens. Mom knew about the fondling, instigated it, in fact, then
turned blind eyes on it. I could easily imagine both of them
getting off on seeing me in those pictures. I wondered what they
would do if those pictures arrived in the mail. The idea would
not go away.
When I entered the house, the cum was running all the way to my
high heels. Much of the writing was visible below my hemline and
on my chest. Dog cum looks like human cum only thinner. The
kids wouldn't know the difference. Their eyes focused on my legs
and I got a charge out of them seeing what they thought was
evidence of my renewed infidelity while trying to read the words.
I suppose fucking a dog is still infidelity. Bitches think so.
Brenda was fully clothed and not shooting beavers. She said,
"Mom, can we talk privately?"
I nodded, and she followed me into my bedroom. I stripped as she
took a seat on my bed and read me. She said, "Mom, what happened
to you?"
I modeled my graffiti for her while explaining, "Oh, nothing,
they just had some fun and took some pictures. They said they'd
mail them to Grandma and Grandpa if I wasn't a good girl.
Wouldn't that be a gas? I'm not sure I want to be a good girl,
now."
"Grandma and Grandpa would die. You wouldn't really want them
seeing that, would you?"
"Believe me, Brenda. They would not die. Besides, why not? It
might be fun being Daddy's whore. Don't tell me you never
fantasized about letting your father screw you, Brenda?"
"Mom! Never! Did you?"
"I went through a phase. I came close to letting him. He almost
raped me, lots of times. Hell, he's still trying. The last time
I had to fend him off was three months ago. Things are different
now, though."
"You know, it's funny, this doesn't shock me at all. He touches
me, too, and Grandma knows it. I can see you letting him. I
liked letting him, especially with her watching. It was neat.
That's not what I wanted to talk about, though. I can't do it,
you know, get naked with Jason and Terry looking. Let me prove
myself at the studio. I will be perfect there, I promise."
"Did you shave?"
"I got to thinking about that, too. I can't, not if I have to
shower in the open showers with all those girls watching me. And
Miss Brewer, forget it, if she saw me naked with a shaved pussy,
that would be the end of it. She'd think I wanted to be one of
her pussy pets. Her pussy pets shave their twats."
"Brenda, when I told you I spoke with Miss Brewer, perhaps I
should have said I spoke with her in person, in her private
office with the door locked. We had a delicious conversation,
then we talked about you."
Brenda shot up from the bed and began pacing in a panick, saying,
"Mother, you didn't! Please say you didn't! No, I can't believe
you and Miss Brewer."
"She's very tasty, Brenda. You really should try her before you
put her down."
"Oh, shit, Mom. You didn't tell her I was a lesbian, did you?"
"No, of course not. You're not, are you?"
"NO! I am not queer for girls. No way. Look at my walls,
Mother. Would a lesbian have a room like mine."
"That's neither here nor there. I found Stella to be a lovely
person, and I'd like you two to get to know each other better.
Toward that end, I granted her certain liberties. I already told
you about the shower solution, but she also has my written
permission to use corporal discipline with you if you don't do as
you're told. I have a feeling you and Stella are going to become
bosom buddies very soon."
Brenda collapsed on the bed, shaking her head held in both palms,
saying, "I am screwed, so screwed. I can't believe you are doing
this to me." She looked up with doleful, unbelieving eyes and
said, "Mom, you just handed me to a lesbian on a silver platter."
"I know. That was my intent. After that pathetic pussy kiss you
gave me, I was glad I did. You need training from an expert.
She's an expert, Brenda."
"Fine, if that's what you want, that's what you'll get. She'll
see to it. Still, I don't want to shave my twat. Every girl
there will see. They'll tease me mercilessly and spread it all
over school. I'll be labeled a whore and a pussy pet. They'll
call me a pussy pet, anyway, after seeing me go in Stella's
office and remain there all through PE, but I don't want to be
called a whore, too."
"Then I'll pick up some career brochures tomorrow."
"Mom, no, I want to be a model!"
"Then do what models do; shave your twat."
"Please! Don't make me do that. Don't you care if people think
I'm a whore?"
"Sweetheart, I won't make you do anything. Besides, I think
models are whores. Both are selling their bodies, and other
people see it that way too. It doesn't bother me if people see
you for what you are. When I see a model, I see a whore. When I
see you acting like a whore, I might start taking you seriously.
I'm just telling you that I will not take you seriously until I
see proof that you are serious. If you want to be a model, go in
the bathroom right now and shave your pussy. When you are done,
come downstairs and model your shaved pussy for me and your
brothers."
On the verge of tears, she implored, "Mom, I can't do that!"
"Fine, don't then. Will that be all?" I rummaged through my
purse and took out the card, saying, "I guess we won't be needing
this then."
"What's that?"
I casually tossed the business card into her lap. Brenda took
the card and her eyes went as big as nipples on a big momma. She
exclaimed, "Ford! This is a Ford Modeling Agency card!" She
turned the card over and over, then said, "Mom, how did you get
this?"
"Oh, some guy I met at the party. Steve, I think. No, it wasn't
Steve."
"Mom, it was Stanley, Stanley Summers. Do you have any idea who
you met?"
"Yeah, Stan, that's it. Anyway, he took one look at my pussy and
flipped. He said, 'Do you by chance have a daughter that looks
anything like you, say between fourteen and eighteen?'"
Brenda was on her feet, pleading, "Yes! Yes, and then what?"
"Well, then I told him about you and told him you wanted to be a
model."
"Did you tell him I took the classes, that I had a portfolio?"
"I didn't need to. He asked if I could take you to their local
people for an interview."
Brenda hopped about as though she'd won the lottery. She flung
herself in my arms and hugged me tightly, saying, "Mom, I love
you. I'll shave. I'll strip. I'll let Jason and Terry look at
my pussy. They can even bring their friends. I don't care if
the whole school finds out and everyone calls me a whore."
She stopped suddenly and said, "Mom, did you...you know...do it
with him? Please say yes!"
"Do what, Brenda?"
"Oh, I get it. You want me to use the words, huh? Mom, did you
let Stan fuck you? Did he fuck your pussy?"
I looked to the cum runs on my legs and said, "Whose cum do you
think this is, and who do you think wrote all this shit and took
the pictures?"
Brenda launched herself once again into my arms and squeezed me
tightly, saying, "Oh, Mom, thank you. Thank you so much. I
could just kiss you. Oh, yes, I know where, too. All right.
I'll kiss your pussy, Mom."
She dropped to her knees, then immediately planted a firm wet
kiss to my pussy right over my clit. She took my breath away by
her impulsive act, then stood with a laughing smile, her mouth
sopping wet. She wore a twisted grin, saying, "Wow, I forgot
about that. It sure was messy down there." She licked her lips
and said, "Ummm, not bad, though. I don't know whether I'm
tasting him or you."
"Does it matter?"
"Not really. God, I can't believe I did that. Did you like it?"
"It was okay. I've had better. I have certainly had them last
longer."
She giggled, dropped to her knees and said, "Here, I'll do it
again." With that, she glued her mouth to my pussy and got
lower, pressing harder, and moving her lips over my cunt flesh.
I watched her animated show of affection with a pussy rapidly
building into an inferno. She held this passionate kiss for the
longest time, and ended only after planting several smaller
kisses over a broad area including my wet thighs. She stood with
red-tinted cheeks from the lipstick on my inner thighs, a wet
face, a sheepish smile, and said, "You didn't expect a kiss like
that, did you?"
"No, that was much better."
"I can hardly believe I was tasting Stan Summers' semen."
"Was it good?"
She smiled self-consciously, and said, "Yeah, not bad. In fact,
I like it."
I posed my right leg, the leg with the majority of the dog's cum
on it and said, "Well, help yourself. You needn't be bashful
with me."
"You mean lick his cum off your legs?"
"Yes, and I'm sure there's more still in my pussy, way up there."
Brenda giggled and said, "You're just trying to get me to put my
tongue up your pussy. Oh, well, I kissed it, why not?"
I lifted my foot and she licked her way up to my pussy, pausing
frequently to comment on how nasty it felt or how tasty his sperm
was. When she got to my cunt, I presented her with a lewd
spread, holding my lips open. She only hesitated a moment before
licking high up inside me. She then went to my left foot and
repeated the process, ending with another long cunt lapping. She
gave me a thorough tongue bath, then sat back on her heels with a
smile and said, "Did you like that?"
I said, "I'll bet you're glad I let him fuck my pussy and not my
ass, huh?"
She laughed and said, "I knew you'd say something gross, but I
don't care. You can do no wrong in my book, Mom. You can even
call me a whore. They can all call me a whore. I don't care."
She then began undressing and said, "See, I'm serious. I'm
getting naked, and I will shave my pussy."
I sat on the bed and watched her lovely body come into full view.
Her breasts were absolute perfection, full, firm, and creamy-
white globes of firm flesh with well-defined, hard, conical, pink
nipples. Her breast skin was an alabaster cream color, pure and
as soft-looking as goose down. Her ass looked like two round
halves of white satin pillows with a tight crack between them.
When she stood to show me her full frontal view, my eyes focused
on her pussy. Even with the light downy covering, her vaginal
features showed through clearly. It was, indeed, a high-slung
pussy and her bright, shiny, pink clit peeked up through the twin
peach halves of her puffy labia lips.
She saw me staring and moved her feet apart. Her pink meat
crease opened slightly under my intense gaze. I felt drawn to it
like a bee to a flower dripping nectar. She giggled when I
pulled her onto the bed and laid her on her back. I got down on
the floor between her legs. She giggled more when I frantically
spread her legs and studied her open beaver. Her giggles turned
to squeals of delight when I glued my mouth to her pussy and
licked furiously.
I held her by the inner thighs as I devoured her slit. Her
giggles stopped as she struggled to see. She strained up on
stiff arms to peer between her legs and moaned as I sucked the
shyness out of her. Her hands came into play as she attempted to
widen her parted legs. I used my fingers to open her cunt lips,
fastening my feverishly sucking mouth on her erect clit.
Brenda had her arms wrapped around each leg at the knee, with her
arms on the inside. She pulled herself up while opening herself
wide. I could look up and see her passion-wracked face just
inches from the scene of the crime. Her breathing was labored
and she appeared to be getting off more from the sight than the
feel. Seeing her mother's face in her beaver drove her wild with
excitement. Feeling my mouth sucking so hard on her sensitive
clit had her panting.
To slow things down, and add to the visual spectacle, I flattened
my tongue and licked all over her spread from her asshole to her
mound. I smeared my face in her sopping wet beaver, pausing to
probe her hole deeply, then sucking that hole as though drinking
her vaginal honey. This inspired her first words. She cried
out, "Oh, yes, Mommy, suck my pussy....ughh...oohhh...suck my
cunt!" I sucked hard.
This drove her on. She went, "Oh, yes, you do love my pussy.
You love sucking my cunt, don't you?" I nodded eagerly while
sucking. "Lick it all over again." I laved all over her cunt
and ended at her asshole. I licked, sucked, then probed her tiny
rosebud until I had my tongue fully inside. She giggled and
said, "Oh, you are so nasty, Mommy. I love having a nasty Mommy!
I really do."
I pulled my face in tightly to her ass and tongue-fucked her
asshole. Brenda was about to pop, so I went to her clit and
mauled it with my sucking mouth. She exploded in a flurry of
dirty words, all the while heaving and bucking, screaming out her
release. When she calmed down, we were both out of breath. I
sat back on my heels. Brenda lay sprawled and exhausted. That's
when we heard Jason's familiar voice say, "Far out!"
I turned to the doorway and saw Jason and Terry standing there
with wide eyes focused on their sister's spread beaver. I said,
"So, what do you think of our little Brenda now, boys? Isn't she
pretty with no clothes on?"
Brenda made a slight groaning noise and moved her knees closer
together. I halted that movement by applying pressure on the
insides of her knees. She went with that slight pressure and let
her legs fall out fully. She heard Jason move close and say,
"Man, she's got a neat pussy. We saw you sucking it, Mom."
"I'm glad you did. You'll get to see me do that more often, too.
If you're smart, you'll try it. Your sister's pussy tastes even
better than it looks."
Terry knelt between her legs and played his fingers over her sex.
He said, "I never thought her pussy would look this good. I
never thought she'd let us see it. Now, she even lets us touch
it."
Brenda raised her head slightly, said, "And kiss it," then
dropped her head. Jason kissed Brenda's pussy, then Terry, not
to be outdone, gave it a few licks. They went back and forth,
taking turns licking her slit. After a few minutes amusing
themselves with their sister's pussy, Brenda struggled onto her
elbows and watched. She looked to me and smiled, saying, "See,
I'm getting over my shyness already. If you want, I'll stay
naked all night and keep my beaver out and open where these
little perverts can get to it whenever they feel like it. Is
that what you want, Mom?"
"If you include me among the perverts and treat us to frequent
wide-beaver masturbation shows, I think that will satisfy me."
She brought her right hand down and massaged her clit, saying,
"Okay, but I don't want them jacking off anywhere near my twat.
They can cum on my tits if they want, but I don't want to get
pregnant by my own brother."
I said, "How about letting them cum in your mouth. Sperm is good
for your complexion."
"Really? Okay, I guess so."
Both boys had been jerking off throughout this conversation. She
no sooner than she said she'd do it, when Jason was up on his
knees by her head, trying to stuff her mouth. Terry got in
position on her other side. With the rubbery heads of two little
dicks knocking at the door to her mouth, she mumbled, "Gee, what
have I started? Wait, one at a time, please! Jason, you first.
Terry, wait your turn."
Terry reluctantly eased back and Brenda took Jason's cock in her
mouth and sucked. He continued jacking off in the limited space
available, as Brenda took in more and more of his five-inch cock.
Before long, he had to relinquish the job to Brenda, but Brenda
was doing a great job on her own, going fully down the shaft and
sucking hard. Suddenly, he tensed, groaned, and poured his seed
into her sucking mouth. She swallowed, smacked her lips, and
gave the wilting head a parting kiss. She then turned to Terry's
four-inch pecker and sucked him off.
After he climbed down, Brenda announced, "Now, I want to
masturbate, and I want you all to watch me do it." On the
surface she appeared to have undergone a total transformation
from a shy, modest, reclusive little girl to a wanton,
exhibitionistic, teen nympho. I could tell the act was forced,
however. Exposing herself still wasn't easy for her. She wanted
to impress me; I was impressed.
After her performance, she was a bit uncomfortable holding to her
pledge. I took her in the bathroom and shaved her pussy. Later
that evening, when she'd sit, she didn't always remember to
spread her beaver for us. A little reminder fixed that. She
remained the center of attention all night long and sucked those
boys off three more times each. She also tried to eat my pussy
as she'd seen me eat hers. It was great, but hardly the job I
did on her. The fact that she was willing to do it at all,
suggested doing it without prompting, especially with an
audience, was the best part. I knew her technique would improve
over time. Stella would see to it.
After bringing me off, then dutifully staying to lap my spend
from my pussy hole, she sat back on her heels, smiling through
wet lips and confessed to frequent fantasies about being one of
Stella's pussy pets, that she imagined being open and brazen
about her status while flaunting her shaved pussy proudly. She
thanked me for making her fantasy come true, and swore she'd
serve Stella faithfully and not try to hide the fact that she was
a pussy pet.
After her shower the next morning, she made her entrance into the
kitchen, nude, sporting her freshly-shaved pussy. She assumed
various poses for us, and received much praise, pussy licks and
kisses. She said, "See, I haven't changed back. I am serious.
Will you call the photographer now, Mom?" She sat on the kitchen
table with her beaver spread wide, and I sucked her clit until
she came.
When I finished, I stood looking down on her wide-spread beaver,
and said, "Yes, I'll call him, but remember what I said: I will
not interfere no matter what."
"I understand. Nothing bad is going to happen. You'll see.
Thanks, Mom."
* * *
After the kids went off to school, I had time to think and
reflect on all that had happened in less than twenty-four hours.
I could not begin to count the orgasms I experienced, and those I
was party to boggled my mind. My kids alone were in double
digits. Sex had once again consumed my life and was now
consuming my children's lives as well. They were acting as
insatiable as I was.
My inability to control my weakness was also an inability to
control theirs. My desire to be out of control became a desire
to see them out of control as well. That would happen after
Jason sank his cock in my pussy, and Brenda got her pussy fucked
with my willing assistance. I thought about that day and smiled.
Jason was ready. If he hadn't been so preoccupied with Brenda,
he most likely would have screwed me last night. Brenda was as
ready to receive a stiff cock as any fifteen-year-old virgin
could be.
My thoughts drifted to my parents. The idea of exposing my
perverted nature to them grew and grew. At some point, it became
my goal. I picked up the phone and called Dorothy an hour after
the kids left. She did not act surprised when I told her that I
wanted those pictures mailed anonymously to my parents. She
laughed and said, "You stupid slut. I mailed those pictures an
hour ago. Why do you think I took them?"
This was a surprise. I said, "Why?"
"Because it turns me on. Because I know you and your type.
Because I know you will do as we wish regardless. Because I know
we don't need to blackmail you to get you to do what we want. I
mailed them to prove that to Tom. He only thinks he knows women
like you."
"What did you tell them. Was there a note?"
"No, just the pictures. You were the note, remember? You take
it from here. You better give Mommy and Daddy a call. You have
some splainin' to do, Lucy."
I hung up the phone with mixed feelings. She did what I wanted
done, but stole the last vestige of control from me. I couldn't
even manage my own perversion. I also had to face the fact that
blackmail was not the controlling factor. She took away my
crutch. My mind and my soul recoiled at the reality as the beast
laughed manically.
>5
I was left with guilt feelings that grew along with a feeling of
helplessness that grew exponentially. I needed to call my
parents. Local mail usually arrived the next day. They would
get the pictures in Saturday's mail in all likelihood. With
trembling fingers, I dialed the number. Mom answered.
I said, "Mom, I have some shocking news to tell you. I think
you'd better sit down."
"I am sitting. What? What is it? Are the kids all right?"
"Yes, they're fine. It's about me, Mom."
"Well, don't keep me on pins and needles. Whatever it is, you
know we can work it out. Is Sam mistreating you, dear?"
"No, Mom. Sam is fine. It's me. I've been bad, mother, very
bad."
"Are you talking bad as in sex bad? You're having an affair,
aren't you?"
Mom could not hide her amused interest. She lives for that sort
of thing. She has been hoping to hear a juicy tale of sexual
misconduct from me since I married Sam. She pries every time she
sees me. She tries to live her soap operas through me. I said,
"It involves sex, but it is worse than an affair."
"Are you involved in an affair?"
"Of sorts. Mom, I'm involved with a group of people. They're
swingers. It started as an affair, but things have gotten way
out of hand." I did not intend to lay it all out for her, but I
needed to skirt close to the actuality. I needed the cleansing a
partial confession would bring. I knew she wouldn't condemn me
and would enjoy whatever juicy tidbits I could offer. I also
knew she wouldn't do anything to stop me.
"Oh my! What do you mean by way out of hand?"
"Mom, you will be receiving pictures, probably tomorrow. They
are the most sick and disgusting things. I can't even tell you.
They got mailed because of a miscommunication. We had a little
party yesterday. Things got crazy. They brought out a camera
and took pictures. Then, they started writing things on my body,
things directed to you and Dad, nasty things."
"Tell me, sweetheart. What nasty things?" Her excitement was
obvious.
I said, "I can't tell you. They were sick; let's leave it at
that. We were pretending that we were going to mail them to you
to shock you. At least, I thought we were pretending, or I never
would have suggested they write that stuff."
"You suggested? Connie, please, just a hint?"
"Mom, this is so embarrassing. Okay, just so you know the vein
they were in. One said, 'Please fuck my pussy, Daddy!' You can
imagine where that was written."
"Oh my goodness. Where exactly, sweetheart? You can tell me."
"Mom, you are making me embarrass myself."
"Connie, this is your mother. You needn't be embarrassed. I
understand these things. I do read, you know?"
She reads all right--the Enquirer, the Star, True Detective,
Hustler. I feigned reluctance and said, "Oh, all right. I wrote
it on the insides of my thighs."
"You wrote it?"
"Yes, I wrote it. I was just trying to be vulgar, you know, one
of the gang. It was stupid. They added stuff. It just plain
got silly. Anyway, the hostess thought I actually wanted those
pictures sent out. She mailed them to you this morning. I want
you to destroy them unopened. They will arrive in a fat manila
envelope with no return address and a local post mark addressed
to Dad. Will you do that, Mom?"
As I suspected, she said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but your father
would kill me if I destroyed his mail. I can't even read mail
directed to him. I'm afraid I can't help you that way, but I
will explain everything to him. He won't be angry with you if
that's what you're thinking. He has long suspected you were a
lusty woman. I think he will be rather pleased and flattered.
You know how he adores you. The poor man could hardly keep his
hands off you. I think we can be honest about that now, can't
we?"
"Yes. Right now, our dirty little family secret seems mild."
"Yes, I suppose it does seem mild to you now. You don't know how
I've wanted to talk about this, our dirty little secret. I know
that you know of my complicity. You do know, don't you?"
"Yes, mother, I knew. How could I not? You were always nearby
and never good at hiding. Did you think you were invisible?"
"I know. I was terrible. I couldn't help myself. I even egged
him on."
"I understand. I'm the same way."
"I always wondered. Tell me, Connie. Have you seen Brenda and
Sam? Have you seen them having sex?"
"No, Mother. Sam isn't like Daddy. I will be seeing her having
sex, though. They are pushing me very hard to bring her into the
group. I must admit, I'm not resisting."
"Oh, you dirty thing you. How I envy you. She is such a
darling. What I wouldn't give to watch your father having his
way with her, or you again for that matter. I never did get to
see you two go all the way in the usual way. You guys sure came
close, though. I kick myself for not pushing harder; I'm still
pushing, even today. Isn't that awful?"
"Honesty is never awful, mother. Like I said, I understand. I
also know that you two have had a sample of my little vixen,
haven't you?"
"She told you?"
"Yes, but only last night. She also said she loved it. We
didn't get into any details. How far did you go?"
"Pretty far. We never got her naked, but he got her panties off
and he played with her pussy. She loves having her pussy played
with, and she has the most beautiful pussy we ever saw. Sorry,
dear, but she surpassed even you at that age."
"I know. I've seen it too. Look, I'll tell you what. I need to
have someone to turn to, someone I can trust, someone who
understands and won't put me down. If this blows up in my face,
I may need a place to live."
"You know you can trust me, and I have never put you down, not
for anything. You can return home anytime, you know that. You
never made me feel dirty for the things I did. I feel I owe
you."
"Yes, and I appreciate that about you. The things I have to tell
you will surely test your limits. Trust me."
"Sweetheart, you have no idea where those limits are. I assure
you, they are way, way out there. I don't even know where they
are, and I've been looking for them for thirty years."
"We'll see. Anyway, I can help you get your wish. The pictures
can be a start. Daddy will want the real thing after seeing
them. I can see him trying to take me up on the offers depicted
in those pictures. It won't take much of a push to force me to
go along. As for Brenda, once I get her broken in, I can set her
up with Daddy, and we can both pull up seats for the show."
"Oh, Connie, sweetheart, we *are* on the same frequency. I truly
want that. We must, we simply must do that."
"We will, don't worry. I do want to be forced, though. Push
Daddy. I also want to be forced to hand over Brenda. It will be
more exciting that way. I'm sure you understand."
"I certainly do. Yes, that will be divine. I love it."
"Good, then simply pretend we never had this conversation and
that all I did was call you to try to get you to destroy that
envelope, unopened. Let Daddy do the rest. If he falters, you
push. You are much better at being domineering with me than
Daddy is. Let me see you really ham it up."
"You can count on that."
"Oh, and Mom, I don't know if you're into this sort of thing, but
I've learned to appreciate the joy of girl/girl sex. Would you
get off on seeing me and Brenda together that way?"
"Oh, God, yes! Have you?"
"We haven't made love, but we have sucked each other's pussies."
"Oh, you adorable little pervert, you. I feel so left out."
"You needn't be. I have no qualms about sucking yours. I'm sure
Brenda is also ready. She does look adorable with a mouthful of
hot, steamy, spermy pussy."
"You didn't let her eat you after being with a man, did you?
Please say you did even if it's a lie."
"I never said anything about it being a man's sperm. I just said
sperm."
"Oh, Lord! Are you implying what I think you are implying?
Don't tease me, Connie. You are treading on my favorite fantasy
here. I'm still frigging off to your public rape on the football
field by the horny mutt."
"I wasn't raped; I was humped and cum on."
"I was in the stands; I know what I saw."
"Fine, Mother. You're right. His cock slipped in under the
form-fitting suit you made for me. He was fucking me, and I
wasn't really trying to get away."
"That's right, and that's how it looked to everyone who saw it."
We were, indeed, on the same frequency. I teasingly laughed and
said, "You're kinkier than I ever dreamed, Mother. The truth is
all in the pictures. All I will say is, right after the pictures
were taken, I went straight home and got Brenda to lick my pussy.
When she was done, there was not a trace of semen in me or on me.
I'll leave you with that image. Bow wow, Mommy! Enjoy!"
Things went better than I expected, though I fully expected they
would go well. I wasn't sure she'd get off on the picture of me
fucking and sucking a dog, but it appeared she would very much.
She tried hard to involve me in their sex life as a teenager.
She didn't start until I was well into puberty, but once she did
start, she was relentless. I fingered my cunt while reflecting
on my bizarre upbringing.
To look at my parents, you would never suspect them of being
anything other than straight arrows, asexual straight arrows at
that. Mom is a plump little woman with a cheery smile and a
Sunday-school-teacher look about her. Dad reminds everyone of
Jack Sprat, and his name is Jack. He is not only thin, but
short. Both are strange in their own way.
Dad began molesting me, if you could call it that, when I entered
puberty. He never would have done anything on his own. He is
your basic Homer Milktoast type. Mom was the catalyst from the
very start. She was always nearby, sometimes ridiculously
nearby, hovering over us like a ghost, giving Dad directions in
quiet whispers. I was never sure whether she really thought I
couldn't hear or see her, or whether she just pretended that I
couldn't. In either case, I pretended I couldn't, and that was
the important thing.
Dad only did what he told her to do, thereby exonerating himself,
at least in his own mind. We both had to pretend not to see or
hear Mom, or the scene would have been too absurd. Dad knew that
I knew he was pretending. He knew that I knew. He knew that I
was pretending, and I knew he knew I knew. Is that clear? We
both thought Mom was a bit crazy, but since humoring her gave us
nasty pleasures, and we were enjoying ourselves, we humored her.
Mom made pretending difficult, at times. She was good for the
first few years, but by the time I was fifteen, she'd get so
carried away and excited that she'd talk above a whisper and get
in plain sight, very close. I found it necessary to close my
eyes when she'd appear in my field of vision. At times, there
were more than one set of hands touching me.
I was passive in the first year, but after that, we behaved like
teenage lovers in the backseat at a drive-in. I was fascinated
by my dad's cock, totally out of proportion to his build. He has
a beautiful eight-inch cock with a head that filled my mouth. I
drank gallons of his cum over those years.
The one thing Dad balked at was using force to screw me. Regular
screwing was the only act I resisted, and the only reason I
resisted was to provoke a rape by my parents. I wanted that very
much. Mom wanted him to rape me. She tried her damndest. I
permitted penetration, but no movement once inside. He would get
his cock all the way in me, but I would not permit him to move
once he did. If he tried to fuck me, I pushed him off.
I hoped, in this way, to drive him to rape. I tortured him, in
fact. He'd be deep in my cunt, and I would grind my pussy
against him, moaning pleasurably, enjoying myself. If he tried
to enjoy himself, however, out he'd go. I could actually climax
this way, but he couldn't. Still, no rape. Mom would be furious
with him afterwards. I enjoyed my molestations until I found
Jesus in my junior year, right after the dog incident. Jesus
knew I hadn't been penetrated and that I really was trying to get
away. He was there, because I'd been calling him: "Oh JESUS!
Oh Jesus!"
It was only in the past three years, after my church activities
began to die down, that Dad started in on me again. Again, it
was Mom pushing as before. We visit them often, as we all live
in the same area. I stop by, alone, whenever I do my shopping.
Sometimes, I just visit. I played along only to let them know
that I forgave and forgot, or just accepted the way they were.
It took a long time to get back anywhere near to where we'd been
in my teens. I was the passive recipient of Dad's lust, and
assumed any position he placed me in.
I also let him ejaculate anywhere on my body, usually in my face
or on my pussy. Most recently, I let him strip me naked and eat
my pussy all he wanted. I would not permit full penetration, nor
did I give him head. I did let him press the head of his dick to
my opening so he could send his seed inside, and I let my mouth
go slack so that he could poise the tip between my lips and flood
my mouth as he did in my youth. Being married made things
different. I still would have welcomed a rape, though.
I knew the chances of that happening were more remote than
before. I was an adult woman and bigger than him. Even with my
mother helping, they couldn't actually rape me. My half-hearted
resistance would have been tantamount to committing adultery.
Besides, he was too intimidated by me to use any force. Mom
never even suggested he try. They treated me with kid gloves,
fearful that I might rebel once again.
In hindsight, I wish I had never found Jesus. I didn't even know
he was lost. I found him just when Dad was getting forceful with
me. I wish we could have continued playing the game, even into
adulthood. Rape, delicious rape, could have been a constant
specter in my life and saved me from the boredom of a monogamous
marriage. Those early teen years with Mom and Dad were the high
point of my sex life until I met Tom Drake.
As most children do, you don't appreciate your parents until you
get older. After two good orgasms recalling my youth, I sure
appreciated mine. After Dad saw my pictures, he certainly
wouldn't take any shit off of me, and I would finally get the
rape I deserved.
That would have to wait, though. I had a call to make to a
pervert photographer who was into making child porno and wanted
my little girl to play with, exploit, and molest. It's so hard
to find a good one, and he's a damn good one.
* * *
Fred Stoner was no modeling professional, but he was a
photographer with a small studio. He took the class pictures for
the school. After photographing Brenda's class, he called to
offer his services in building her a model's portfolio. He went
on and on about her natural beauty and photogenic qualities
without being aware of her plans to model. I knew she'd be
thrilled and flattered. I suspected his motives were simply to
seel more pictures, but thought Brenda might get a charge out of
posing. Being a responsible mother of a girl that can best be
described as child molester bait, I agreed after insisting I be
present.
Fred was a man in his late fifties, short, overweight, and
balding. He looked hard-up and I could see the desire in his
beady eyes as they roamed over Brenda's fully clothed body. She
brought several outfits and had to change behind a screen. A few
of her outfits showed a great deal of skin. He did all he could
to steal peeks and was terrible at hiding his true motives. He
also had trouble hiding his erection as he positioned her with
unnecessarily long touches to bare skin near intimate areas. I
permitted this indiscretion with a slight twinge of amusement,
possibly pity. I drew the line at letting her pose in the nude,
or even in panties and bra.
Fred remembered me, though it had been several months. He
remembered my unamused expression as he tried to bullshit me into
letting her pose for his cheesecake shots. He remembered the way
I rolled my eyes in disgust, then gathered Brenda's things, took
Brenda's hand, and led her out of his studio. Though I'd stormed
out, he still sent the photos he took. He also sent a note that
expressed his sadness that I took him wrong and hoped I would
reconsider for Brenda's sake. His ending line was a PS that
said, "You must let her light shine. Her beauty is all over, not
simply in her smile. False modesty hides the light and steals
the world of her glory. Brenda has the right to shine."
I thought these words were poetic. I knew they could not be his.
Fred was far too crude and common. He obviously had someone else
who wanted to see Brenda's light. At the time, the idea angered
me and I debated reporting him to the school district. I saved
the letter in the event he persisted and had it in my hand to
read the phone number from the letterhead. I smiled when I re-
read the PS.
Fred was surprised to hear my voice, and more surprised at the
warmth he detected. I said, "I've had time to reconsider your
words, Mr. Stoner."
"Please, call me Fred."
"Yes, well, Fred, I've thought about what you said, about
permitting a full and complete portfolio of pictures, about
letting her light shine. I think I may be guilty of standing in
the way of my daughter's modeling chances."
"Oh, you are, Mrs. Howard. Uh, is it okay if I call you,
Connie?"
"Certainly. Actually, it was another mother who had sat in with
her young daughter, a woman I met in passing. Anyway, she
confirmed all of what you said."
"She did, huh. Was her name, by chance, Joann?"
"Yes, I think it was."
"And you say she told you all about her daughter's session, her
nude session."
"Yes, and she assured me everything was ligit. Naturally, I was
shocked senseless by some of the things she told me, but when she
explained why the poses I thought were pornographic and vulgar
were normal and necessary, well, I felt foolish for the ay I
behaved toward you. And, I did notice the vaginal form coming
through in the ads like you said. I was shocked when I first
noticed. Now, when I look at a panty ad or a swimsuit ad, my
eyes go right to the...well, you know?"
"Yes, I do. I know what I'm doing, Connie. I'm a professional;
I'm not a pervert."
"Yes, I realize that now, and I'm so ashamed of the way I
behaved. You probably want nothing to do with Brenda now."
"Don't be silly, of course I want Brenda...I mean, as a
subject...not like an old man might want a young girl...I mean,
not like anything dirty..."
"Please, Fred, don't justify yourself. I know exactly what you
mean. My eyes are wide open now. If you will just give Brenda
one more try; I swear, I will be as quiet as a little mouse. I
won't give you any trouble what so ever."
Fred seemed a bit taken aback by my pleading, submissive tone.
He had been preparing his own plea. He needed time to think. A
long pause followed. He pretended he had another call and needed
to place me on hold. I pictured him standing with his hand
cupped over the mouthpiece and a dumb look on his puzzled face.
After a few minutes left on hold, he returned with, "Well, I
wouldn't mind finishing her set, but I hate having someone
looking over my shoulder while I work."
"Please make an exception in my case, Fred. I think she'd be a
nervous wreck if I had to leave her with you, especially knowing
the type of shots you need to take. She is terribly shy, Fred.
Just having me in the same room will put her at ease."
"I'm not sure you truly understand the nature of these shot's. I
can handle a young girl's shyness. I am a professional. It is
the mothers that ruin every shoot and end up wasting my valuable
time, sometimes threatening to sue me for simply doing my job."
"Fred, I can guarantee you, that won't happen. I know you need
pictures of Brenda's vagina. I know she has to pose naked. I
know you have to pose her for closeups with her legs spread wide
open. I expect she will be touched in places where men are not
supposed to touch a fifteen-year-old virgin. My friend told me
you have to look upon this as you would a trip to the
gynecologists office. That made sense to me. I know this is all
part of a professional series."
"You do, huh?"
"Yes, I understand these things now. Joann set me straight. She
explained why the photographer had his assistant fondle her
genitalia to bring out that full state of arousal that makes the
vagina swell and blossom for the camera."
He seemed surprised at this information. I never met Joann. I
didn't even no a Joann. After a short pause, he said, "She did,
huh? She could get blackballed for disclosing industry secrets,
but I won't tell. By the way, Connie, I have two assistants that
usually help me on these shots."
"I understand. She told me there'd be other men present."
"We will all be touching Brenda's private parts from time to
time. Did she tell you that?"
"I inquired about their role. I must confess, I found that
highly suspicious them even being there. Again, she reassured
me, and yes, I know what to expect. You might see me cring, but
forget I'm even there. That's just the mother in me. I probably
can't help that. I am a mother. Still, I promised Brenda, swore
on a Bible, that if you would accept her back, I'd be silent
regardless. I will keep my pledge to my daughter, and make
another to you. I swear in Jesus' name, I will remain absolutely
quit throughout, and will never violate the sanctity of these
special sessions. If I got Brenda black-balled, I'd never hear
the end of it."
We continued this conversation; Fred tested me. I passed every
test, and each time he escalated the test, I hinted at further
escalations I would tolerate in silence. I had the old pervert
breathing hard before we were through. I played the part of a
mother resigned to these indignities in the interest of
furthering her daughter's modeling career. He seemed to buy it,
or at least he was convinced he and his buddies needed to play
the game that way. We set the appointment for after school that
afternoon.
Brenda sat in nervous excitement as we drove to the studio. She
had a difficult day after the embarrassing shower scene. Four
girls were selected to give her a shower while her whole PE class
of fifty girls and the coach gathered around to watch. The couch
let the class out of PE fifteen minutes early in order to do
this.
By the way, I never met Stella Brewer. I did talk with her on
the phone, and asked that she personally see to it that my
daughter took a good shower after PE. I told her she could have
her scrubbed if she found that necessary.
Poor Brenda was stripped and gawked at by teasing girls while two
held her stretched out by the arms and two others used long-
handled scrub brushes on her body, mostly scrubbing her between
the legs on her denuded pussy. The shocking news was all over
school by fifth period. She was still feeling the humiliation.
When we entered the studio, Fred had four assistants, not two.
They were all Fred's age and all looked like perverts. They eyed
Brenda with hungry eyes as I took a seat off to the side and left
Brenda standing before them. Fred immediately took charge and
tried to calm her with soothing words of praise. She raised a
mild objection to starting with the other men present, but Fred
parried the objection and told her to remove her dress. Brenda
blushed ten shades of red, looking to me for support.
She looked for the changing screen and saw that it had been
removed. The one-room studio offered no other place in which to
change. We all waited expectantly. She looked like a trapped
animal but soon undid buttons and snaps with resignation. The
men pulled up chairs around her as Fred observed her through his
viewfinder.
Slowly, he coaxed her into stripping fully. Brenda took on a
bright red hue, but followed his instructions. The poses he
placed her in were artsie to begin with, but as the shoot
progressed, as male hands roamed he body at will, and I remained
true to my word, they became bold and vulgar.
Brenda kept looking for me to stop them, but I just sat there
smiling smugly my I-told-you-so smile. Halfway through, they had
her spread beaver in the view finder and fingers toyed
relentlessly with her pussy. I watched them poke and prod her
two holes, tweak her pert nipples, and finger her pussy. They
quickly had Brenda panting.
They got so caught up in their game, they totally forgot I was
watching the whole thing. They had Brenda assume the most
outrageous poses, which she went into without the slightest
hesitation, using her own fingers to open her pussy when told to
do so. They dropped the use of clinical or professional terms
and directed her saying things like: "Finger your cunt hole," or
"Show your clit. Pull your pussy lips wide apart." or "Pull your
cheeks apart and show us your asshole. Now, finger fuck your
asshole." She played with herself in every position imaginable
while the camera ate rolls of film.
As I'd hoped, the men did not try to press their luck by trying
to fuck her. They settled for their beaver shots and feels.
They even induced two orgasms in Brenda before they were through.
One guy even ate her pussy while holding her up-side-down with
her doing the splits in front of the lens. His eyes caught my
smile as his tongue went in her hole. After the shot, he kept
licking until she had an orgasm. He then brought her over and
laid my exhausted and drained child on my lap.
I thanked him, and then thanked them all as she dressed. As I
was leaving, I turned to address the men with a vampish smile and
said, "You disappoint me, gentlemen. I came here to watch a
virgin get gang banged." Five jaws hit the floor.
In the car, Brenda was quiet. I said, "So, was I right?"
"Okay, you were right about him. Still, I can't believe you just
sat there and let them do those things to me. Suppose they keep
the negatives. Suppose they sell them and they get published in
one of those girlie magazines. I'll be ruined as a model. Some
brat at school will get hold of them, I just know it."
"Yes, that might happen. You should have thought about that
before you spread your legs for the camera. I didn't see you
putting up much of a protest."
"Mom, there were five grown men and one of me. Besides, that
should be your job."
"I told you I wouldn't do anything. Did you think I was kidding?
You are just lucky they didn't want some virgin pussy." This
stunned her, so I reached into my panties and stroked my pussy,
saying, "I was all primed and ready to watch my little virgin get
her cherry popped by five dirty old men, and the bastards
chickened out."
With her eyes watching my fingerplay, she said, "Mom, you are too
much. I think you're serious. You really have gotten perverted,
haven't you?"
"You knew that. You should have known what I wanted and given it
to me. My pussy is upset with you, Brenda. When we get home,
you have some making up to do."
"Yeah, I figured as much. I suppose you'll want me to do it in
front of the boys, right?"
"Naked, with me on the table. They can help by holding my legs
wide apart for you."
Brenda turned on her side and placed her hand high up on my inner
thigh. I removed my hand and hers slid into place, her fingers
quickly delving into my hot, juicy hole. She said, "I suppose
simple kisses won't do, will they?"
"You suppose right. I want a suck job, a full facial, cunt-
lapping, face fuck."
Brenda's wet index finger eased down to my puckered asshole. The
finger teased my wrinkled tissue before probing the hole. She
said, "Here too?" The finger pressed inside fully. I moaned.
She moved the finger sensuously in and out, saying, "I'll have to
tongue-fuck your asshole to make up for not offering those men my
cherry, huh? I should have begged them to fuck my cherry pussy.
I wish I had, now. I hate disappointing my perverted Mommy."
I moved my fingers back to my clit while she fingered my ass.
She obviously wanted to bring me off. While I rubbed myself
furiously, she continued her teasing banter, saying, "I should
have spread my legs wide and pulled my pussy lips open and begged
those men to fuck their hard cocks up my virgin cunt, huh?"
"Yes! Yes, damn you!"
"I should have begged them to pump their sperm right into my womb
and make me pregnant, huh, Mommy? I'll bet you'd like seeing me
get knocked up, and begging for it besides, wouldn't you?"
"Oh god, yes! I want to watch you get knocked up. Why do you
think I never mentioned putting you on the pill?"
"Oh, that's sick, Mother. You are so bad. You are so nasty.
You were going to let those men fuck my unprotected pussy without
a condom, and you won't let me have birth control pills, will
you?"
That did it. I exploded in climax and almost swerved off the
road. Brenda kept her finger in my ass while I regained my
composure. I was still breathing hard and her finger was still
moving slowly. She laid her head on my shoulder and purred, "I
guess I'll just have to adjust to having a perverted Mommy who
wants to see me get pregnant."
She raised her head and kissed my lips. Her tongue took a swipe
through my slack lips, then probed along my teeth and gums before
returning her head to my shoulder, saying, "I still love you,
though, Mommy. I'll try hard to be a good girl from now on. You
should spank me when I do something that doesn't please you."
I smiled inwardly and said, "I will, Brenda. You may count on
it."
"Maybe you'll get your wish when we visit that other studio on
Monday. Don't get your hopes up too high, though. Those guys
really are professionals. Look, if you really are serious about
watching me getting screwed, why not invite your boyfriend to do
it. I'd let him if you want me too, but I don't want to get
pregnant. He'd have to use a rubber or pull out. I'd be ruined
as a model if I got knocked up, not to mention the harm it would
do to my scholastic career. Of course, I suppose we could just
get an abortion."
"There will be no condoms and no pulling out, Brenda. If you get
pregnant, that's just your tough luck. There will also be no
abortions."
Brenda sat back with a concerned look on her face and said, "Mom,
are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious. I kind of like the idea. It's perverted."
"Yeah, it's very perverted, and I don't like it one bit."
"Then give up on being a model."
"No, you know I can't do that. Especially now that I'm this
close to being discovered. Mom, if you want to watch someone
fuck me that badly, just get me on the pill and I'll do it all
you want."
"We'll see."
>6 * * *
When we entered the house, there was a message for me from Mom.
I knew what that was about and dialed their number with trembling
fingers. After watching all that sex, I needed a good fucking.
Mom was hot. Her voice was trembling with lust as she ordered me
to their house. I acted meek and submissive, then drove right
over.
What followed was the release of decades of pent up sexual
frustration on all our parts. They played their roles
beautifully, and I truly looked shamed, penitent, and submissive.
They rubbed my nose in those pictures, calling me vile names,
then forced me to strip and pose. Mom took charge and directed
everything.
I not only got a royal screwing, but was forced to beg for it.
While getting my pussy banged, she rubbed her cunt in my face,
demanding my tongue. I brought her to three orgasms before Daddy
spermed my womb. They kept me up all night, and brought me to
numerous orgasms while I writhed like a bitch in heat, trying to
placate their hunger and false anger.
When I stood at the door, properly humbled and dripping sperm
from my pussy, Mom let me know my place from then on. I nodded
like a good daughter. When she added, "Next time, bring Brenda
with you. She needs to see these pictures, and then she needs to
learn her place."
I pleaded, "Oh no! Mom! You can't let her see those pictures.
Please, not my baby!"
Mom slapped my face. It wasn't hard slap, but it was loud. The
act was so out of character for her that I almost lost it and
laughed. I wished that I could cry on demand, but I did the best
I could to look on the verge. As she shouted, "Bring the bitch,
understand?" I bowed my head and nodded. Daddy was impressed.
I walked away smiling. When I returned home, Sunday morning, the
kids were all naked and masturbating together. The sexual heat
went up several notches after Brenda's photo session. By Monday,
her little pussy was looking pretty worn and red from all the
abuse it received from me, the boys, and her own fingers. I had
to keep her home from school all that day so she could rest up
for the interview that evening.
Mom called right after I arrived home. She wanted to apologize
for the slap and to find out if I really wanted those pictures
kept from Brenda. I laughed and told her everything was perfect.
She wanted me back, and wanted Brenda. I convinced her to wait
until I said she was ready. I assured her that would be very
soon. She told me that spanking me fulfilled a lifelong fantasy,
then apologized for doing that. Again, I laughed, saying, "Mom,
you're too much. You call that a spanking? You didn't even
leave a red mark. Next time use a belt and put some muscle
behind it. That goes for Brenda, too."
"Oh, Connie, do you mean that?"
"If we don't have marks that last at least twenty-four hours, we
will both be very disappointed."
Mom was beside herself with arousal. She said, "Oh, sweetheart,
I love you so much. You have no idea how much you have pleased
your father and me. He still hasn't recovered."
"Mom, it was my pleasure. There's lots more where that came
from. Don't forget Brenda, and I have two young sons. They're
yours if you want them. They have no hangups about committing
incest, believe me. Remember, you have the pictures. Use them.
I will do anything to keep those pictures under wraps. Don't
forget that. This is my gift to you and Daddy. I want you to
indulge yourselves." Mom thanked me profusely and declared her
love over and over. You are never too old for parental approval.
Brenda was still hot to trot when we arrived at the fake studio
on Monday evening. Tom had five men with him, not one, as we had
agreed. They made a big fuss over Brenda. They took seats
around a long table and invited Brenda to mount the table.
Brenda climbed right up and strolled its length several times,
walking with a sexy sway in her hips. Tom said, "Okay, baby,
let's see what you have."
Impishly, she said, "Would you like me to strip naked?"
"Yes, strip everything off."
The men sat forward as Brenda got right down to business. She
threw the dress off over her head and whipped off the bra while
kicking her shoes off. With just sexy panties on, she hooked her
fingers in the waist band and wiggled her ass as she slid them
sensuously down her legs. She stood straight and made her way to
the head of the table, stopping to stand before Tom.
Every eye was on her crotch or ass as she passed by. When she
stopped at the end, she reached down to draw a finger through her
slit, saying, "Is this naked enough?" Her behavior floored me,
them too.
Tom looked to me with a big shit-eating grin, then said,
"Actually, it's your pussy we're mostly interested in marketing.
Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, not at all. What girl wouldn't want her pussy marketed."
"Good, now go around the table and give these men a good look at
the product."
"Want me to start with you?"
"By all means."
Brenda sat on the table's edge and rolled back, grabbing her toes
as she held her straight legs up in a wide "V". The men stood
and peered in from all sides as Tom leaned forward, exclaiming,
"Holy, shit!"
"Do you like my pussy? It's a virgin pussy, you know?"
Tom entered her with two fingers and said, "Honey, I love your
pussy. You aren't a bit shy, are you, kid? That's very
important for pussy models. We like that."
"No, I'm not shy at all. If you are going to be my agent, my
pussy is all yours, isn't it? I get paid to take good care of it
for you. Isn't that how it works?"
"That's exactly how it works, sweetheart. We are now your
official agents if your mother agrees to those conditions."
I walked over and stood beside Tom, looking down at the fingers
fucking my daughter's cunt. I said, "How do we do this? Do I
need to sign something, her vagina, perhaps?"
One of the big wigs from the circle handed me his pen, saying,
"Sign your name on her cunt. We will accept that as a transfer
of rights."
While I pressed his pen to her soft mound, right above the crack,
Tom began an obscene finger fucking. My hand, trembling with
excitement, slowly scribbled out my signature as the men pressed
her legs flat. I had to go very slowly as Brenda added to the
difficulty by trying to hump the fast fucking fingers. She cried
out, "That feels good. Do that some more."
I finished off my signature, then announced, "Well, gentlemen. I
guess her vagina is now yours to do with as you please."
I returned to my seat, off to the side. One by one, the men came
to stand in Tom's place, allowing Brenda to stay put. Each
finger-fucked her, and the last guy stood with his dick in his
hand. Brenda watched him bring the head to her opening, then
wiggled her ass as he sank the head into her. "Oh, yes, mister.
Fuck my pussy if you want. You can cum in my pussy, too. My
Mommy doesn't care if I get pregnant."
Tom and I exchanged surprised looks, then he eased over and
whispered, "What the fuck's going on?"
I whispered, "I don't know. This wasn't in the script. Don't
look a gift cunt in the clit."
Brenda took her first fuck with relative ease. Her hymen broke
with only a slight twinge of pain and hardly any bleeding. That
first guy didn't last long, nor did the rest. Tom brought her to
me to take his turn, saying, "So Mommy doesn't care if you get
knocked up, hey kid?"
"No, she wants me knocked up."
"Well, so do we, then. Lets just do this on Mommy's lap, shall
we?"
Tom laid Brenda over my lap, ass up. Brenda reached back and
parted her cheeks. I guided Tom's cock into her sopping wet cunt
and got to see the most erotic screwing of a young girl. It was
so erotic that each man stood waiting for seconds with raging
hardons. Each took her on my lap. The semen poured out of her
and soaked my skirt. Several took her a third time on the table.
After that, they were drained. We both departed on wobbly legs.
On the ride home, Brenda was still steaming from her marathon
screwing. Cum leaked all over the front seat. Luckily, we have
leather seats. I glanced over from time to time and observed her
stirring the spermy soup coating her raw pussy lips. She had a
dreamy, far off stare. I said, "I'm surprised you told them I
wanted you pregnant. I thought pregnancy was death to a model."
"It's the truth. They weren't going to use condoms or pull out
anyway."
"That's true."
"I figured you wanted to see something perverted. I said that
mostly for you."
"I appreciate that, too."
"Mom, please let me get on the pill, and I'll give you all the
perversion you want. I promise, anything, the more perverted,
the better."
"Okay, I'll make you this deal. Your sixteenth birthday is in
six weeks. If you get discovered between now and then, I'll
present you with birth control pills. In the mean time, you must
offer your pussy to any man who shows even the slightest interest
in you sexually. That includes your brothers. Even when you
suck a guy off, you try to get him to cum in your pussy."
"Oh, Mom, no! I'll get pregnant for sure and you know it."
"You probably will, but that's the only concession I'll give you.
Remember, I want you pregnant. Take it or leave it."
"Oh, all right. I'll get pregnant for you if that's what you
want, but please, please let me get an abortion."
"I'll consider it. It all depends on how well you live up to
your end of the agreement. If I can see that you are earnestly
tying to get pregnant, and if you never balk at any perverted act
I want to see you perform, I'll grant you that abortion."
Brenda jumped at the offer and extended her hand, saying, "Okay,
it's a deal. Let's shake on it." We shook. She slumped back
with a sigh of relief, the said, "Shit, now I have to let Jason
and Terry fuck my pussy whenever they want, huh?"
"I expect to see you hounding them for their sperm."
Her hand delved into her panties; her legs widened. She said,
"Suppose they accidently cum in my mouth. How will I get it in
my pussy?"
"I'll be more than happy to help. You can transfer it to my
mouth, and I'll spit it into your hole for you if you open
yourself real wide."
Her reaction was immediate. She pulled her skirt up to her waist
and fucked her pussy hard with two fingers while crying out, "Oh,
God! You'd do that, wouldn't you? Would you hold me like that
man did at the photographer's studio. I can pull my pussy open
if you can hold me up."
"I'm sure I can hold ninety pounds of slut."
"Yes, that's what I'll be, a slut. After you get it all inside,
will you suck my pussy like he did?"
"Sure, why not? I may have to sit down, but the position will be
the same for you. We need to allow plenty of time for their
fertile sperm to seep down to your womb."
"Yes, keep me like that for a long time. Oh, Shit! Mommy, I'm
coming! Ahhhhh...Yessss!"
When Brenda got deeply absorbed with her masturbation, I
gradually eased up along the driver's side of an eighteen-
wheeler. It didn't take the driver long to notice my daughter.
He kept abreast of me from then on. When she collapsed her head
back on the head rest, she noticed him. She did not jump or
scream as I expected. She didn't have the strength to even
adjust her skirt or close her legs. All she said was, "Mom, you
did that on purpose. That man is staring at my pussy."
"Is that a fact?"
Brenda surprised me by turning on the seat so that her feet faced
the rig. She then reclined and rested her head on my lap. She
pulled her skirt above her waist and widened her spread, using
her fingers to play teasingly through her excited pussy. She
purred, "He looks interested, Mom. Shouldn't you pull over so he
can fuck me?"
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Wouldn't you? I'll ask him to cum in my pussy. You can climb
in the truck with us and watch the whole thing."
"Maybe some other time. I think your pussy has taken enough cock
for one night. Just give this one a good tease. Show him your
tits; I'm sure he can see them from there."
Brenda quickly opened her top and pushed the bra over her tits,
saying, "He can, but turn the interior light on so he can see
everything better. I'm looking right at him. Do you like my
titties, mister? Want to suck on them? Do you want to fuck my
horny pussy for me? Do you want to shoot your sperm up my womb
and get me pregnant for my mommy?" She laughed a guttural laugh
and said, "I think he can hear me. Oh, come on, Mom, let me fuck
this guy. He's kinda cute. I'll bet he has a big cock, too."
I sped away, saying, "Well, forget it, the son-of-a-bitch almost
hit us. I don't want no lousy truck driver knocking up my baby
girl, anyway."
Brenda sat up and adjusted her clothes, pleased with herself.
She turned and smiled, saying, "How'd I do for my first time?"
"Not bad. Keep that up, and you'll earn that abortion."
"Mom, what sort of perverted things will you have me do?"
"Oh, the usual, pulling trains, sucking off whores, entertaining
at parties, letting people piss on you, drinking piss right from
a whore's cunt, that's always a crowd pleaser, fucking and
sucking off dogs, that sort of thing."
Brenda was staring hard at me with her mouth wide open. I felt
the stare, but ignored it. I said, "See if you can find
something good on the radio."
"Mom, please tell me you're joking."
"No, I want to hear some music. Find an oldies station."
"No, Mom, I mean, what you just said?"
"About what?"
"Dogs! You know!"
"What, fucking and sucking dogs. Big deal, who hasn't?"
"Have you?"
"Sure, I love sucking and fucking doggie cock. The more, the
merrier."
"Mom, that's disgusting! You sucked on a dog's cock?"
"Sure, I love sucking dog cock."
Brenda sat back, trying to absorb this, then sat up and said,
"Did you ever suck a dog until it came?"
"Sure, that's the best part. Yummy dog sperm, love it!"
"Oh, gross. I don't believe you. You actually let a dog cum in
your mouth?"
"Sure, lots of times."
"Did you swallowed it?"
"I always swallow dog cum."
She laughed nervously and said, "Now that's sick. How does dog
cum taste? Is it yummy?"
"It tastes great. You should know, you've tasted it."
"WHAT?"
"Last Thursday night. I lied. That wasn't Stan what's-his-
face's cum. That was Duke, my boyfriend's basset hound. That
was his cum you licked off my legs and sucked out of my pussy.
You ate it all up. You said you liked it."
Brenda sank back, turning pale, moaning, "Oh, shit! You let me
lick dog cum out of your pussy? Oh, mother, how could you?"
"Easy, I'm a pervert, didn't I tell you?"
She sat in silence for a long stretch, then in a more calm voice
said, "I did notice a difference after sucking off the boys. You
are right, it's not half bad, kinda yummy. Actually, I think I
like it better than human sperm. Man, I can't believe this. I
ate dog cum right out of my own mother's pussy. Man, that is
sick. That is super perverted."
I let her stew on that in silence. She came back a few minutes
later and said, "So, I guess now you'll want to see me suck it
right from a dog's cock, huh?"
"You got it."
"When?"
"Soon."
"Tonight?"
"Not that soon."
"I suppose your perverted friends will want to watch?"
"I'm sure they wouldn't miss that for the world."
"How many will see me doing it? Will I be naked?"
"A dozen or so; and, yes, of course."
"When then?"
"Hey, don't act so eager. You'll spoil my fun. You could at
least give me the pleasure of dragging you down into the depths
of perversion. I never dreamed I'd have to put a leash on you to
hold you back."
Brenda said, "Mother, I can assure you, I am not looking forward
to any of this. The only reason you won't have to drag me is so
I can get that abortion. After what happened today, I must be
pregnant. Placing that condition on me is as good as dragging
me, if that makes you feel any better."
"It does, Brenda. For a moment, you had me worried. I thought
you were really into this perverse stuff."
"I told you before, I'm not like you where sex is concerned. My
dream is one guy, the right guy, forever, and remaining faithful
to him forever. Part of my dream was going to him, a virgin.
Thanks to you, that's a laugh."
"You're welcome."
"Mom, is somebody really going to piss in my mouth?"
"What do you think?"
"And I have to drink it?"
"All of it, right from the pussy."
"Fuck! I suppose you've done that, too?"
"A few times. Piss isn't bad. You know it's sterile, don't you?
In the old days, they used it to clean battlefield wounds with
urine. The only bad part is the smell, and you can't smell
anything while you're drinking. Just don't breathe in through
your nose and you'll do fine. I'd rather drink it than wear it."
"I never knew piss was clean. I always thought it would make you
sick."
"So, you have thought about drinking piss, huh?"
"I've thought about a lot of things, even dogs, but I thought I
was sick for thinking about it."
"But it did turn you on to fantasize about it, didn't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose it did. I think everybody thinks crazy
thoughts, but only the perverts act on them. I think that's the
only difference between us. I used to fantasize all the time
about licking your pussy, Mom. I remember doing that when I was
only five. When I do perverted things, it's because you make me.
I'm still the same person inside. That gives me piece of mind."
"Even when you are sucking on a dog's cock in front of a bunch of
horny adults with a belly full of whore's piss."
"Maybe not while, but afterwards."
"Frankly, Brenda, you surprised me this evening. I thought you'd
at least make them seduce you. That was no way for a model to
act on a first interview."
"Mom, I knew they were phoney right from the start. That means
there's no way I'll get discovered in six weeks; which means no
birth control pills; therefor, I am going to get pregnant; which
means I'd better learn to be a good pervert, or I'm having a
baby, right?"
"I can't fault your reasoning if what you say is true, but they
looked real to me."
"Come on, Mom. Give me some credit. They weren't modeling
agents, and that was no modeling agency. Those were just a bunch
of dirty old men like the others, only dressed better. You set
that up so you could watch me get gang banged. That head guy,
Tom. He's your boyfriend, isn't he?"
"I'm impressed. What tipped you off?"
"Lots of things. That door sign was just stuck over the real
one. Those pictures on the wall were just clippings cut from
magazines. I know who most of those models are, and they never
worked for Ford. Besides, you called him Tom, and he called you
Connie right from the start. He never introduced the other men,
but you knew all their names. I knew I was getting set up to
fuck them all, so I just got down to it. If I hadn't gone along,
I'd have just gotten raped. I'm sure you would have helped them.
I'll bet I surprised everyone, huh?"
"Yes, you did, and you are absolutely right: we would have raped
you."
"Actually, I was surprised you never made me eat your pussy for
them. I was kinda hoping you would. I don't think that's
perverted. Well, doing it in front of people is, but me loving
on your pussy isn't. It feels natural for a daughter to give her
mother pleasure, especially there, where she came from. I enjoy
doing that for you. I like showing my love for you that way."
"Brenda, I'm flattered, but all this talk about you licking my
pussy and drinking piss has made me horny and my bladder is ready
to burst. We have another ten minutes before we reach home. Be
a good girl and get down there and love Mommy's piss hole for
her. I'll do the rest; you just suck and swallow."
"What! You mean right here, right now?"
I moved the seat back fully and opened my knees wide while
pulling my skirt up. "Yes, here and now. I really have to go,
and I don't want to pull over."
Brenda stared at my offered pussy, then slowly brought her head
to my lap. Her lips sought out my piss hole, and she soon had a
nursing, sucking action going. I was excited by her willingness
and eagerness. She opened my vaginal lips with her fingers and
got a good seal around the entire area of my urethra, sucking
hard and pausing to tease the tiny hole with her tonguetip, then
sucking hard as though trying to suck the piss right out of my
bladder.
It took all my control to relax enough to allow the first
dribbles to flow. When piss began to seep into her mouth, Brenda
stepped up her efforts. She moaned her pleasure and sucked
harder. I wanted this exquisite feeling to last, so I said, "I
want to drag this out all the way home, Brenda." Her head bobbed
her approval while keeping her mouth firmly sealed. I let short
squirts into her mouth. I saw that she held the mouthful,
swallowing it in small doses, apparently savoring the taste.
She presented a lurid sight as well as giving me a delightful
sensation. When she wanted more, her tonguetip tickled the hole.
I let more out, letting her know that I understood the signal,
allowing her to predict and control the flow. This gave her
opportunities to lick my pussy to lap up the flow of pussy juice
her actions brought down. She also sucked my clit and would
pause to say things like, "Oh, Mommy, I love drinking your piss
right from your beautiful pussy. I want it all." She'd then
tickle my hole and get more.
In this way, we passed the ten minutes, arriving home highly
aroused. I called Tom and told him to arrange an orgy for
Brenda, that she was ready for anything, even a dog. I told him
to bring hard cocks and eat plenty of oysters. Tom wanted to
know how I knew she was ready for the dogs. He made me recount
our conversation. To my complete surprise, he was furious with
me. He said the dog was to be a surprise, and that she was too
ready. He called her a fucking slut, and said I ruined her as a
party candidate.
I got pissed at him and told him to fuck off. He made threats
and tried to use blackmail. I told him to mail those pictures to
anyone he wanted. I even suggested he mail them to Sam. At that
point, I didn't give a shit. Afterward, I worried about it, but
decided that Tom and his pals were probably more worried about
the shit I had on them. He never called back. I sweated out the
whole week, but no one called, and no one received any pictures.
That was it.
Right after I hung up from talking to Tom, it was as if all the
wind went out of my sails. The reality of what I'd almost done
to my daughter, and what I had done, flooded my hull, threatening
to sink my ship. I felt awful. Guilt consumed me. I shuddered
when I remembered the scene in the car, of pissing in my
daughter's mouth. Then, I remembered my instructions to her. I
dashed into the living room and gasped.
There was Brenda, on her hands and knees, taking Jason in her
pussy while sucking off Terry. Inwardly, I cried, "Oh, my God,
no!"
It was all my fault. I had driven them to this. I set it up. I
collapsed in a dining room chair and debated my next course of
action. I went from wanting to rush over and tear them apart, to
going off and hiding. I felt helpless. It was like seeing the
toothpaste all out of the tube; you can't put it back. I could
see no way to put things back, and could do nothing but deal with
the mess. In this helpless state, I watched both boys reach
their climax.
After they pulled out, Brenda marched over to me with her mouth
full of Terry's semen, her lips tightly clenched. I stared
dumbly as she pointed to her mouth then her pussy, then I
remembered. I just looked at her and said, "Swallow it, Brenda."
Brenda studied me, then gulped. "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Sit down, Brenda. Jason, Terry, come over here. I want to talk
to all of you."
The three kids took seats around the table. The boys also
noticed my somber, serious look. "What's the matter, Mom. Are
you mad because I fucked Brenda. She said I could. She begged
me to."
"No, it's not that. I'm not mad at anyone but me. Look, I went
a little crazy. I don't know what came over me. Brenda, forget
what we discussed in the car. There will be no orgies, no
parties, no pregnancy, no more perversion. If you are pregnant,
we will get that abortion."
"Mom, I don't understand."
"I don't either, dear. Suffice it to say, the people who were
behind this have just been told to go fuck themselves, and I mean
it. I am not going to blame this all on them, but they had a lot
of terrible influence over me, and they were using blackmail.
I'm through taking orders from them. I don't care what they do
with their blackmail material. I don't care if I lose Sam, lose
you kids, and end up in jail. I will no longer be anyone's
puppet, and I will no longer jeopardize you kids."
Jason said, "Mom, I hope you aren't thinking about trying to go
back like you were. It won't work. We like you like this, or
like that, well, you know, slutty."
His words made me feel warm. I placed my hand on his cheek and
smiled, saying, "I know you do, Jason, and who can blame you.
Don't worry, I could never go back the way I was. Besides, I
think the intimacy is a good thing. I'm not ashamed of that."
"Can I still jack off in your pussy?"
His vulgar words, words that would have thrilled me just ten
minutes earlier, made me blush and choke. I caught my breath
while I tried to think of something to say. I wished we were
alone to discuss this so that I could let him down gently.
Before I could answer, Terry said he wanted those privileges too.
While studying them, Brenda stunned me by saying, "What about me,
don't I get to lick your pussy anymore and do that other
thing...you know?"
My pussy gave a lurch at the memory and at her sincere desire to
do it again. Thoughts of making my vagina available for my kid's
amusement began to play in my mind. Jason said, "What other
thing?"
"Do you want me to tell him?"
I could see that she wanted them to know, and that excited me
greatly. I said, "You may as well."
"Mom pissed in my mouth and I drank it all down, right from her
pussy."
They boys' eyes went wide. They liked the idea. It turned them
on. They wanted to see it. Brenda said, "Can you pee some more,
Mom? Let's show them."
Suddenly, I wanted them to see, wanted that delightful sensation.
Though my mind rebelled, I scooted back and exposed my pussy.
Brenda dropped right down and peeled back my lips as the boys
gathered close to watch. I sat back with me feet on the seat,
knees pushed out and down by the boys, offering an obscene
spread. Brenda used her fingers to bring my urethra into
prominence, pointing out my piss hole before fastening her lips
to it. Terry said, "Are you pissing yet, Mom?"
"I'll say when, almost...almost...now! Oh, yes, I'm pissing in
her mouth right now."
This was apparent, as Brenda sucked and swallowed. She even
backed off so we could see the amber stream shoot into her mouth.
The boys got very excited watching their sister perform this
vulgar act, and I also got very excited. The flow did not last
long. After Brenda emptied my bladder, she remained to lick my
pussy lovingly. I basked in her attentions and made my decision.
I looked to my boys and said, "Of course you can jack off in
Mommy's pussy. You guys can have free use of my body. I owe you
that much, and you don't even have to ask."
Terry asked, "Can we fuck you?"
"Yes, sweetheart, you can fuck Mommy's pussy, her ass, or her
mouth. That's what unlimited means. As for you, young lady, I
am granting you those same unlimited rights. Don't ever ask,
just take what liberties you want, okay?"
"Great, then you'll pee in my mouth when I want."
"Yes, if you want."
"Okay, but I want you to always let me know when you have to go.
If you ever pee in the toilet with me here, I'll be mad at you."
I patted her head and said, "Don't worry, I prefer this method."
"Mom," she said, "I like getting fucked. I'm not a virgin
anymore. You aren't going to stop that, too, are you?"
"Well, I suppose not, but we must get you on the pill."
"Can we wait?"
"Wait for what?"
"You know, until I get pregnant. I kinda got used to the idea.
Getting pregnant turns me on. I want to get pregnant, and I want
to have the baby. We can put it up for adoption."
"But what about school? What about your father? What will your
friends say?"
"They'll say I'm a whore. They already do, just because I shaved
my pussy. I'm going to keep on shaving it, too. And I want to
let guys from school fuck me. If they're going to call me a
whore, why not get the pleasure that goes with it. And another
thing, I lied when I said I never thought about fucking Dad.
Maybe if he saw me as a whore, he'd do it. If I was already
pregnant, he might figure, 'Why not, she can't get any more
pregnant.'"
"All right, Brenda, but this is your decision. Don't blame me if
it backfires on you. If you want to be a whore, you have my
blessing."
"Great, then I can keep on fucking Jason and Terry?"
"Be my guest, anytime."
This had them all dancing. Oddly, I felt no guilt this time. If
anything, I felt like they were using me, and I love being used.
The End
Note: I know this is an abrupt ending, but I got tired of this
story and it could just go on and on and on. I didn't think
Brenda would ever get to that damn party, so there won't be no
damn party, not for Brenda, anyway. Hell, you saw what a slut
she became. The dog rape wouldn't have been that much fun
anyway. There are other stories that need telling.
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