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Bosom Buddies
Dandy Don

Jack Jackson was the coolest guy with the bitchenest house and super
cool parents. They were rich and lived in opulence, but the neatest
thing about them was that they were nudists who shared decadence. They
were party people who partied the way the Romans partied, and their
ten-acre estate looked like a Roman villa - open, airy, lots of nude
statues and fountains. Friends of Jack could swim naked in his pool,
walk about the house naked, walk the grounds naked, talk to his naked
parents naked, and see other adults naked and doing every manner of
fun-loving deviant behavior. Everybody talked about Jack's place.
Jack's place was THE place. Kids could drink beer and wine at Jack's
place. A slew of junior and senior girls lost their virginity at
Jack's place.

A girl over sixteen could get screwed by an adult at Jack's place. In
our state, sixteen was the age of consent. At Jack's place, sixteen
was the minimum age. Entering the grounds was giving consent. Fucking
was encouraged but going off to a private wasn't.

Jack had three older brothers, all two years apart, and they all
graduated from George W. Bush High. In previous years, Jack's place
was known as Cory's place, Robert's place, Jeff's place, now Jack's
place. For eight years in a row, that place was some place and a major
influence on eight graduating classes. After Jack graduates, George W.
Bush might return to normal, but in six years another string of
brothers by a different mother was due through.

When I became a junior, Jack was a senior. Most of his friends were
seniors, but they dated quite a few junior girls. I had five close
friends who had been to Jack's place. Three of the five lost
virginities there. One didn't have one to lose. The other only went
once and chickened out, though she did do the skinny dipping thing.
She did that well, so well they had a difficult time getting her bare
ass out of the pool. She had not been invited back and was dying to
return. She swore she wouldn't chicken out this time. She swore she
would even fuck their dogs.

That was another thing about Jack's place. They had dogs, male dogs,
and their friends brought over male dogs, only males and they were
naked, too, dozens of them. Jack's place was like a dog pound or
kennel club at times. The Jacksons bred Rottweilers, those huge Roman
war dogs. They had dozens of them, and their friends had them. We're
talking some hung mutts, more like little horses - ponies with paws.
They weren't your everyday crotch sniffers and leg humpers, either.
Those dogs licked pussy and tried to fuck pussy. To them, any human
female was a bitch in heat. When they wanted pussy, they just went for
it. It was considered poor from for an invited female guest to be rude
to the dogs. Jerri was rude to all of them, very rude, so she blew it
badly.

Doing it with a dog and doing it with a Rott are two different things.
A dog will poke you in the pussy and be done before you can get into
being jabbed rapidly in the pussy. When you fuck a Rott, you get
FUCKED. You get the shit fucked out of you, and you know you've been
royally fucked. Most dogs give up on trying to bury the knot, but a
Rott never gives up and has the strength to force a fist-size cock
knot through a key hole. They don't fuck like dogs, they fuck like
Rotts and were bred to rape the villagers who opposed Rome. The Romans
liked their villagers raped long, slow, to the balls, and hard.

A female veteran of Jack's place, a bitch, had that label to bear, but
so many cool and popular girls wore that label that bitch wasn't a bad
thing. For one, bitch meant you could take on a Rott. A girl who
screwed pooches was a mutt slut - no respect. You had to respect a
bitch. Any girl who could take a Rott and go back for more proved she
was all woman. The best girls were the busiest bitches - three-holer
bitches. Homely, ugly, fat, dumpy, titless chicks weren't qualified to
be bitches. They weren't invited to become bitches. There was a great
deal of pressure on girls to make the cut, get to Jack's place, and
get bred. Once bred, there was great pressure to be a three-holer. You
rarely heard the term bitch by itself. She was a one-holer, two-holer,
or three-holer bitch. Three-holer bitches were looked on in awe. Those
bitches had once had Rott balls banging on their chin and could hold
their breath a really long time.

Between these extremes were girls like me, nice attractive girls,
clearly a big majority, but earning the bitch label meant moving up to
babe class. A good looking, well-built, over sixteen, bitch babe was
very popular because she could be taken to Jack's place - THE place to
go. Without that clearance, you were stuck with duds and movie dates.
All the cool hunks hung with Jack, and they had bitch babes up the
wazoo, and these were babes who put out even to dogs - well Rotts. In
any other school, these girls were the lowest form of life,
mutt-fucking sluts. In our school, they were called cheerleaders.
Every one of our twelve varsity cheerleaders was a big-time bitch
babe. Many from the junior varsity squad were as well. I was one of
three over sixteen exceptions on the JV squad.

I never dreamed of fucking dogs or even fucking before marriage. I had
no idea what a Rott was or that there was a difference. I came from a
good Christian family, good breeding, sound family values. I was good
through and through and felt terrible guilt about masturbating. I
would not let myself think wicked thoughts, so masturbating wasn't all
that much fun, more an exercise than a sexual act. Sometimes, roughly
once a month, my pussy had to have exercise. When I discovered
vibrators, the type you strap onto your hand, the chore became
automated. What used to take twenty to thirty minutes or more was now
a five-minute or less thrill ride. Jerri's mom turned me onto her
vibrator. I had to have my own, bought one with my own money, and hid
it inside the box springs of my bed by making a tear in the dust
liner.

Masturbating became a daily ritual, usually the way I started my day,
the way I ended my day, too. I also knocked off a piece here and
there. I had no idea electronic masturbation fucked up the TV
reception. Mom and Dad scoured the house for the source and found it
by following the cord. Hidden the way it was, the purpose was obvious
if the smell didn't give it away.

I wanted to die, melt away, vanish. I had never been so humiliated. My
parents were pretty cool, even amused. Dad hugged me and dried my
tears. Mom sat me down and we talked. Masturbating was okay, natural,
healthy, necessary, and she had one, too, only hers didn't fuck up the
TV. I needed a better vibrator, one designed for the purpose.

Dad bought me one and gave it to me, embarrassing, yes, but I thanked
him and was glad to get it, though the Pulsating Pussy Pleaser 5000
looked exactly like a big cock with an electrical cord coming out of
the balls base. Mom had one just like it. Mine certainly lived up to
its name, but I had a 2000 or 3000 pussy. Dad, always practical,
bought one I could grow into. The Pulsating Pussy Pleaser 5000
gradually grew into me and made a 5000 cunt out of my once cute
little, virgin pussy. I amazed myself. Within a few weeks, I was good
to go for any man or beast. I was ready to stalk livestock. It's hard
not to think wicked thoughts when you are fucking yourself with a
pulsating horse cock that your parents gave you with the admonition to
"use it or lose it."

When I became aware of Jack's place and the way things were in our
high school, I was appalled. That was late in my sophomore year before
I made the vibrator discovery. I could not believe what I was hearing.
Sounded like Sodom, Hell on Earth, Satan's playpen, a place where
perverts in togas fuck girls like me at will. I learned all about
Rotts, too - fascinating animals - and those frisky Romans. Those guys
were party animals.

No way would you ever catch me at a Jackson Toga Party. Besides, I
couldn't afford to be caught there. My parents knew the Jacksons. Dad
is Phil Jackson's accountant. My parents have been to Jack's place
many times. I was sure they kept their clothes on and never went
because they wanted to go. Phil was Dad's most important client. They
had to go. They had to have seen what went on there. If they ever
found out that I went there - I shuddered to think.

I put Jack's place completely out of my mind, which was no problem
until I knew the dating scene and could date. When I turned sixteen, I
could go on dates and stay out until midnight on a Friday or Saturday.
The trouble was, no one asked. I was invited to Jack's place a number
of times, but that was the only offers I had. I am definitely babe
material, too, that was why I was asked - ten offers in the week of my
birthday, and one came from none other than Jack himself. Sorry boys,
this gal don't do dogs - excuse me, Rotts.

One by one, my dearest friends accepted offers. One by one, they did
Rotts, all except for Jerri Yablonski, and she regretted not doing
Rotts. To get back in their good graces, she went around telling
everybody she would do Rotts, and Jerri was every bit as pure and
wholesome as I was. The big difference was, her folks didn't socialize
with the Jacksons. They socialized with my parents and were members of
the same church we went to for as far back as I can remember. Jerri
and I grew up like sisters with interchangeable sets of parents.

The pressure to go and get bred was enormous. As a teenage girl, you
must fit in and be considered cool or your life is nothing. You go
nowhere; you do nothing; you wait. That's no life when all around you
are enjoying a rich life, a fun life, meeting new people, doing
grown-up things, and fucking, real fucking.

Yes, at sixteen a girl thinks often about real fucking and what a
waste it is to wait. We like our cocks big, the bigger the better. Our
eyes are bigger than our pussies. In dogs, we prefer Rotts. Guys think
they are the only ones who think about sex constantly - BULL. Sex is
all we talk about, sex and guys - sometimes clothes and music, but in
the context of sex and guys. To be left out was killer, but what
choice did I have. Unlike Jerri, I couldn't go, though she went and
blew it badly. Rotts scared the fuck out of her. If one came near, she
climbed a tree or dove into the pool. They were HUGE all over, but she
wasn't and was very small where it counts.

So, I discover vibrators and place my life on cruise control to
nowhere, hoping and praying that Dad would lose the Jackson account. I
figured I might blow it, too, but I wanted to give it a shot. At least
I knew what to expect. Jerri didn't know what was expected of her. She
would not have been rude to the dogs had she known and gone in knowing
and physically prepared. If she couldn't do it, she wouldn't have
gone. Same with me. I was thinking I could, though I was sure I'd hate
it. How could any girl like being licked and fucked by a dog with
people watching? I couldn't imagine, but I could imagine grinning and
bearing it. With my 5000 sunk in to the rubber balls, I could imagine
liking one of the bigger fellas in the school auditorium with a packed
assembly, crowning the queen three-holer bitch of George W. Bush High
School. Wicked thought, but it sure got me off real good whenever I
did me doggie style.

I was doing me doggie style one morning and thought my door was
locked. It wasn't. Dad opened the door, but my head was turned the
other way. The buzzing masked the sound of my door opening, so in
blissful ignorance, I fuck away while pretending I had a Rott mounted
on me. I was also saying shit like, "Fuck me, doggie, fuck me good!
Fuck my bitch pussy with your great big doggie dick." Shit like that.
Me and my big mouth, but somehow, that helped to say the words quietly
out loud.

When I finished stroking my ravaged pussy back down to planet earth, I
rolled to my back. That was when I saw him, leaning back against a
closed door, arms folded, grinning with a hardon. Oh God! You would
have to be the sixteen-year-old daughter of a good and decent
God-fearing man to know the depth of my degradation, shame, and
embarrassment. Add to that the fact that he hadn't seen me naked or
even near naked since early childhood. Even my swimsuit is a modest
one-piece. I didn't just want to die, I wanted to burst into flames
and jump onto a slippery slide to Hell. He just smiled and said,
"Breakfast is ready, Lassie." Then left.

That was it! He smiled and called me Lassie - no lecture, no ticket to
Hell, no I've never been so ashamed in all my life, no punishment, no
threats, no Pulsating Pussy Pleaser 5000 repossession - he called me
Lassie with a smile and a hardon - WOW! What a nifty way to call a
girl a bitch! How cool can a father get! My Dad called me a bitch -
with a smile - and a hardon - nice one, too, easily a 3000 dick, maybe
a 4000.

I have no idea how long Dad stood near the foot of my bed, but even if
he walked in at the very end he would have seen me banging my cunt to
the balls, driving that bad puppy home. He saw me pound my pussy while
up on spread knees with my head and shoulders pressed to the mattress.
He would have caught the climax which featured most of the talking. I
don't think that could have looked or sounded any more vulgar had I
been fucking a real dog. For one thing, he would not have seen so much
of my most intimate anatomy with a dog in the way. I had no secrets
from him, now - none, nada, zip. He got a good look at my womb when I
pulled the fucker out then remained there panting while stroking my
clit. He even saw my fucking asshole. Then, I roll to my back and show
him my tits. Fuck! Everything!

He was cool, but I sure didn't want to come out and face Mr. Cool,
Madam Notsocool in particular. I knew he'd tell Mom. I couldn't see
her being cool and getting a wet-on. The moral backbone of the family
would not think that was cool, and I was sure she didn't think I used
the dildo the way I assumed she used it - up the cunt to the balls. I
assumed I was just to use the vibrating feature on the outside parts.
Only a slut or married lady would fuck herself to the balls.

I had to face the music. I stalled only long enough to allow him time
to tell Mom the whole vulgar, pathetic, disgusting story. I did not
want to walk in on the telling. I took a piss, wiped my sloppy beaver,
called it a dumb cunt and a bad pussy, threw on my robe, and made my
way downstairs, listening intently for any clues as to what I was
walking into.

Halfway down the stairs, I realized that I should have put my PJs back
on. My shorty robe was entirely too sexy to be worn over a nude body.
This marked the first time I wore my shorty that way outside my
bedroom and bath. I picked a bad time to be breaking new modesty
ground. Sexy wasn't the look I was after. Dad catching me naked shook
me more than I realized. I'm surprised I had sense to put anything on
after modesty became a moot point. Mom and I used to see each other
naked quite often. Now Dad had seen more than Mom ever had. He saw
womb and asshole. What was there to hide - my asshole from Mom?

They were waiting, and to my utter astonishment - smiling. On the
verge of laughing was the moral backbone of the family. They were in
this sort of mood when they made the vibrator discovery - amused on
the verge of cracking up. That didn't help my embarrassment any, but
at least I wasn't in any trouble. There would be no lectures and God
wouldn't be brought in. Thank God!

Mom said, "You should be embarrassed, young lady. We told you to use
it or lose it, not prove it or lose it. You are going to give your
poor father a heart attack. As it is, you gave him a hard attack. His
skin is still stretched so tight the poor man can't blink."

He looked it. I couldn't help but look. Seems like he could have done
a lot to make that less obvious. Sitting where I couldn't see his
crotch for one. Mom was trying to be funny, maybe trying to ease the
tension, but I wasn't in the mood for jokes. At first, I didn't get
it. When I did, I couldn't believe she would make a joke like that.
First my father calls me Lassie, now my mother is making jokes about
my father's erection - a boner that I brought on. I quickly sat
because the horny fucker was scoping out my legs.

Mom dished out scrambled eggs, spilled some on my legs, and picked the
bits off, exposing my pussy while she did. Dad leaned over to look.
She combed curls with her nails as though bits of scrambled egg were
in my pubic hair, but there weren't any. She did that for Dad. She
kept my pussy out in the open while picking and saying, "So, doggies
are your thing, are they? I went through that stage. We all do. How
can we not. Dogs are man's best friend. If our man has a best friend,
regardless of the number of legs he has, we must wonder what he'd be
like in the sack, or on the floor, or in the back yard, whatever the
case may be. Curiosity is in our nature. Curiosity comes packaged with
every pussy....There, I think that got it all. Good as new."

Mom was blowing my mind. "Curiosity is in our nature - Curiosity comes
packaged with every pussy." Did she actually say that and use the
term, pussy? In the process of combing through my pubic hair without
cause, she wanted my legs wider to check lower down, I suppose to see
if any got on my asshole. She also opened my robe, then she leaves me
that way, totally exposed with my knees two feet apart, a fully
fledged beaver for Dad to gawk at - that and tits, but he liked my
beaver more. While she dished out hash browns and sausage patties, I
debated setting myself right again, decent again, but thought she
might after she finished. She seemed to want me that way, and I sensed
a test of some kind, maybe a modesty test now that Dad had seen
everything.

I didn't know what was passing or failing. I had never been given a
test like this. What was expected? Was modesty an issue any longer?
Did my tits and pussy showing matter? Was false modesty a bad thing?
If I covered myself, would she uncover me? Did I have any right to sit
like a lady after proving I was nothing but a hard-up, mutt-fucking
slut. Did Dad now have the right to stare at my cunt? Seemed like it.
He acted like he did. Mom could see what he was staring at - my slit,
my clit, my wrinkly inner lips. He couldn't see the hole. I'd have to
pull out on the lips to show him that, but she did that while trying
to get imaginary egg bits out of cunt lip hair. She either did that
for him or did that for herself. Maybe she wanted to see my hole after
a PPP 5000 workout.

When she set everything down, she looked into my crotch and said,
"Your father tells me you take your dildo all the way to the base. I'm
impressed. For a girl your size and tender years, that is quite an
accomplishment. [Kneeling and reaching in] Your pussy looks none the
worse for wear. Of course, at your age, the vagina is so elastic. The
hole springs right back into tip top shape. The vagina is an
incredible organ, isn't it?"

I agreed, and while my breakfast got cold, the three of us discussed
and examined my incredible organ with Mom kneeling at my right side,
parting my legs fully and opening the lips to expose the elastic hole
we were discussing, with Dad leaning far forward and hanging onto my
left leg to get a close look. Maybe he wanted to know what it smelled
like. Any closer, he'd know what it tastes like. From Mom, I got the
impression that pussy was the whole thing and vagina was the hole.

I can't say I didn't find this unwarranted exposure erotic, thrilling,
and utterly nasty, but they weren't acting nasty. They were acting
like concerned and interested parents - concerned and interested in my
cunt and fuck hole. Oddly, I warmed to this bizarre experience and
intrusive exposure rather quickly. Hanging it all out was neat,
exciting, erotic in a vulgar sort of way. I was proud of those most
intimate parts between the lips, but to this point had only showed
them to Jerri, her mom, my gynecologist, and a second grader who gave
me his Scoobie Doo lunch pail for a look when I was an impressionable
first grader. He felt cheated; I scored. I told him it was just a
crack but he wouldn't listen. Well, it wasn't just a crack any longer.
I had PUSSY and super cool parents who were into PUSSY. This was so
out of character for us, but there we were doing it and in no hurry to
stop doing it.

Dad asked me how long I had been fantasizing about having sex with
dogs. I told the truth and said, "Three weeks." Three weeks just
happened to coincide with the length of time I had been a proud
Pulsating Pussy Pleaser 5000 owner, but it also coincided with the day
I helped Jerri screw her first pooch, which was one week after her
failed attempt to get her Jack's place dating certification. She was
in training for a second attempt. With Jack's place, two strikes and
you're out, one strike if you're not a cheerleader. She trained like
Rocky. I was like that trainer guy who kept pushing Rocky to do more.
Mom made the wrong connection right away and said, "Our gift opened
whole new horizons for you, didn't it?"

I said, "I suppose. I don't think there is any direct connection, but
your gift got me thinking wicked thoughts while I...you
know...masturbate."

Mom said, "Yes, that is a wicked thought. Have you ever acted on that
thought?"

Talk about personal. Then again, she was holding my cunt lips open for
us, fully exposing everything I have between the lips. I did
appreciate that but not as much as Dad. Since I was allowing her to
get personal with me, I saw no reason why I shouldn't answer her
personal questions with all the candor I put into showing my cunt. I
said, "No, I haven't." I then thought why not ask her the same
question, since we were on such a personal level. I said, "Have you?"

She smiled and said, "A lady is entitled to her secrets, but I will
tell you this - I would."

Wow, my mom would fuck a dog and had been to Jack's place many times.
Two and two is four. No, that can't be. Two and two must be three or
five, can't be four. My mom could not join that ongoing Roman orgy.
Dad, sure, not Mom. No way could my born-again mother take off all of
her clothes and rut with a mutt while people gathered to watch. Then
again, this wasn't my born-again mom who hadn't stepped foot in a
church in over two months holding my cunt open so that Dad could test
the elasticity of my fuck hole with a finger. Still nice and tight.
Incredible organ. She tried it to the palm. Incredible. With her
finger still in my pussy to the palm, I now realized that two and two
had to be four, and she must have had her finger in other young
pussies. She liked young pussy as much as Dad did, maybe more. She
hogged the pussy.

I did not mind in the least, and I'm sure she could tell. I was
totally at ease with her fingering my pussy while holding a great
beaver for her. I even held the left cunt lip open for her. She could
finger that pussy to her heart's content and did, unabashedly, first
with one, then two, then three fingers which she moved in and out -
finger fucking me.

I enjoyed being three-finger fucked. She let Dad do some, then she did
some more, then he got another turn, then she got another. This went
on until my breakfast was cold, but I was as hot as a freshly fucked
fox in a forest fire. Mom made me cum, then got up to place my
breakfast in the microwave. Dad returned to his chair only after she
delivered the plate and told him to give it a rest. He was going for
another orgasm and making progress. He had three fingers up me going
good while rubbing my clit just right.

I ate with my beaver still on display. I had to air that nasty finger
sucker out after that scene, and modesty was definitely a thing of the
past. After letting Dad masturbate me, my pussy was all his to
masturbate at will. After breakfast, I hoped he would finish what he
started. I kept my pussy out and open to inspire him. My tits were
half out - all out when I leaned forward.

During breakfast, we continued our discussion. Masturbation was the
chief topic. I had no inhibitions about discussing the subject. They
wanted to know everything. I told everything - frequency, duration,
fantasy content, methods, positions, speed setting, pulse setting.
Evidently, I was not a lady entitled to secrets. I was also sure that
a bisexual bitch asked most of the questions, and I do not mean that
in a bad way. As I stated, bitch was not a bad thing if the bitch does
Rotts.

As for bisexual, many of my friends were. All the cool chicks are
openly bisexual. Cheerleaders, at least at George W. Bush, were
notorious bisexuals. To be cool, you had to have a bosom buddy. Jerri
and I were headed there with each other, now trying to prove to each
other that we were fully bisexual, mostly trying to impress others. We
were bosom buddies, lovers who held hands and kissed, giving the
impression that we sucked each other's snatches when the most we had
done was finger each other, or vibrate each other with her mother's
massager.

Actually, it was Ann I was most attracted to. Ann is Jerri's mother.
She is gorgeous, a southern lady so soft and delicate she looks like
she'll melt in your mouth. I have had a major crush on her for years
and Jerri told her. After finding out about my crush, Ann became very
affectionate with me. She knows that Jerri and I are bosom buddies and
mess around. She thinks us being bosom buddies is great, totally
harmless, a good thing for girls, a safe outlet for overwhelming
sexual urges.

Ann also found my crush on her to be very flattering. She wouldn't do
anything with me because I was a minor, but hugs and kisses were okay.
She also allowed me to shave her legs and give her massages after a
bath. She wasn't too picky about the towel, but it had to be on her
somewhere. I could massage her pussy but not penetrate. Jerri being
present didn't matter. Jerri often helped with the massages, but Ann
and I did most of our best messing around when Jerri was away. Ann
wanted to get it on with me so badly. The crush was very mutual, but
her moral convictions were also very rigid. She didn't mess around
with me; I messed around with her.

Mom struck me as being strongly bisexual and ill at ease about letting
me know, not sure how I'd take it. I put her mind at ease by telling
her my bisexual fantasies and experiences with Jerri, who they know
quite well and adore. Dad has a crush on her. I dare say, Mom did,
too. Jerri is very cute in a bikini. She is even cuter naked, an itty
bitty tittied pixie. Dad knew she had to be tight and very elastic.
They also knew Ann as we all attended the same church - or used to. We
stopped going as a family. I never asked why. I went without them, but
I also skipped a lot of Sunday services with them not on my case to
get a move on or we'd be late.

I left them with the impression that Jerri and I were lovers who went
all the way. I was hoping to leave it at that, but Mom pressed for
details, such as, do we lick each other's pussies. That was next on
the agenda, so I told her a little white lie and said we did.

That thrilled them and put Mom at ease. She was so happy for me. After
that revelation, we discussed Jerri's cute pussy. Fortunately, I could
offer a good description to include how tight and elastic she was. I
told them I had to push my stiff tongue in, that she was that tight.
Dad was beside himself. Mom could taste her; Dad could feel her
squirming on his cock. They had to watch us get it on. They just had
to. I told them she was shy but I'd see what I could do.

She used to be shy. Jack's place cured her of that. Jack's place
didn't cure her of her virginity, but she was ready for the cure.
She'd fuck my dad. We knew he was hung, at least high-school hung. She
was telling everyone who would listen that she would fuck Rotts. She
was ready to tell them that she did fuck dogs. She did, but I was the
only person who knew, although her mother knew. We knew she'd never
tell, though that wasn't an issue. The whole point of doing that was
to inform others should we need to resort to that option. We figured
that being a mutt-fucking slut might get her back in good graces if
all else failed. Okay, I figured, but as her trainer, that was my
responsibility. As for her virginity, dildos and dogs don't count;
Rotts and humans do.

One trip to Jack's place, she just had to go back. Of course, she
wanted me to go with her. She also wanted me to fuck dogs with her,
but I only watched. I could vouch for her if she ever got the nerve to
tell anyone. I could tell them that Jerri was a mutt-fucking slut. She
was thinking about it with me encouraging her to go ahead and be
herself. I figured there was a good chance she'd get it on in front of
my parents, and an even chance she'd get it on with my parents if she
did. I knew they would try like hell. Then again, as her trainer, I
could make her do it. I prefer not to make her do anything. I lead
through influence and inspiration. I pull; I don't push. Knowing Jerri
as I do it's like she's on roller blades - push, pull, same
difference. Push or pull too hard, she falls down.

This was a bizarre breakfast to say the least. Nothing should have
come as a shock, but I almost spit a mouthful of eggs across the table
when Mom said, "You should visit the Jackson estate with us. They
encourage nudity. In fact, they demand it of girls. If you are into
dogs, you'll enjoy yourself there. The place is crawling with horny,
well-hung mutts, and they don't ask, they simply mount you. Jack asks
about you all the time. He is quite a catch, that boy."

Dad said, "You'd be smart to be extra nice to that young man. He's
going places. I know he has his eye on you - or parts of you."

This was unreal. This was my birthday, Christmas, and New Year's Eve
all rolled into one. The hard part was not showing it. I calmly said,
"He has invited me to a Toga party."

Mom said, "That's wonderful. When are you going?"

"I didn't say. I told him I'd think about it."

Dad said, "What is there to think about? Don't you know who he is, who
his father is? Do you realize that if I were to lose his account, your
college education goes right out the window? Do you know what you
should be willing to do for that boy - the boy and his father, their
damn dogs as well, Lassie? Do you?"

I knew. I didn't want them to know that I knew. I wanted them to spell
it out, and Dad seemed ready to. Mom beat him to it before I could say
I didn't know. She said, "You should be willing to serve as a whore
and a bitch for those people."

Fuck! That's laying it out for a girl. I looked to her like she was
nuts, and she added, "I'm serious. They are that important to our
welfare and financial security. You dream about being a bitch. Why not
do something about it and put dreams to good use. You can lie around
here dreaming your life away, buzzing your brains out, or go over
there and fuck your brains out while creating a life for yourself. If
you impress anyone there, you are on your way up, kiddo. Over there,
the lower you are willing to sink, the higher you'll climb. Do there
what you did for your father here, only do it with a real dog. You'll
be a big hit, Janice, a major hit. They want you badly. A Rottweiler
would look very good on you, and you can handle any Rott they have if
you can take that dildo to the balls. Your father tells me you take
that thing quite easily, like you can suck that thing in to the balls.
Do that with a Rott, you'll be star."

I just sat there, thrilled but numb. Dad took my numb look the wrong
way. He reached out, took my hand, and said, "Sweetheart, truth is, we
are under great pressure to deliver you. That dildo was to help get
you ready. What we did this morning...that also had a purpose. We
can't simply drop you into that mess totally unprepared. When your mom
said be a whore and a bitch, those weren't just words. Somehow, we
have to prepare you to be both indefinitely. We are at a loss for how
to do that other than to be sexually free and open with you, even
sexual with you. That was the next step...both of us. Your mom agreed
to go first. That was why we were thrilled that Jerri paved the way.
Now you know."

Mom took over and said, "Janice, you have big decisions to make and
not much time to make them. We won't force anything on you - pressure,
yes, but no force. You have the ultimate say. I had to face the same
decision you do. They wanted me to become a whore and a bitch for
them. Make that bisexual whore. That was the toughest decision of my
life, but I chose family welfare over personal modesty and morality.
The Jacksons now own me, and they are free to use me in any manner
they wish. Now they want you, and I promised to help win you over by
Saturday."

"Saturday! You mean this coming Saturday?"

"Yes. I promised to deliver a bisexual whore and a bitch by Saturday.
That doesn't give us much time. I have only just begun. This doesn't
stop here. This is just the start. I will keep on and won't take no
for an answer. You'll have to be much more emphatic than that to
prevent me from having full blown lesbian sex with you...reciprocal
sex, Janice. After I'm through, your father will do his very best to
make you feel like a whore. He is free to bring in others if that will
help. After that, we'll bring over a dog and breed you like a bitch -
probably to several. We have to do all that before Saturday. Three
days; three major events. You'll have a lesbian day, a whore day, and
a bitch day. This is lesbian day. I will be a lesbian all day long,
and you are staying home from school for the remainder of this week."

Dreams do come true, though I honestly never dreamed this. How could
I. This was the impossible dream. This doesn't happen to any girl,
much less a nice girl from a good Christian home with God fearing
parents. Having made that long speech, she fell silent. She said it
all, so Dad had nothing more to say. They waited on my reaction. They
were both quite obviously anxious. I gave no clue as to how I felt or
how I took that speech. I wasn't sure how I felt about sexual slavery.
I wasn't expecting that, but I was sure I wanted to experience a
lesbian day, a whore day, and a bitch day. I had the final say. That
was reassuring.

After a pregnant pause, I slowly got up and shrugged free of my robe
to stand naked before them, looking to Mom while saying, "I'm going to
go lie down and think about this. A massage would be nice."

With that, I took my leave, went upstairs, and flung myself on my bed
as giddy as a schoolgirl playing strip poker with all the boys in the
neighborhood and only one item on, a one-piece swimsuit holding a pair
of threes. Fuck, was I ever horny.

I lay face down and waited. Mom entered my room about two minutes
after me. She entered naked with a bald pussy. I smiled and stared at
her pussy. Bald was something new, but it could have been months old.
She came and sat at my hip, placed warm hands on my body, and said,
"You look like you could use an all-over massage."

I said, "That would be great."

Her hands flowed over my body. That did feel great. After a minute of
feeling me from head to toe, she said, "You have a very sexy body,
Janice."

"Thank you. So do you. Your shaved pussy looks very sexy."

She massaged my ass, pulling my cheeks apart, pulling the lips apart
with fingertips, checking out the goodies. The goodies were between
the lips. She saw my asshole, but she saw it earlier, too. After a few
minutes of ass massage that was mostly asshole and pussy massages,
some womb massaging, she lightly smacked my fanny with a wet hand and
said, "Roll over. Let's see the front."

I rolled and then lay with my legs apart. She massaged my tits for a
bit, then went south, saying while pulling my lips apart, "You
certainly have a lovely pussy between your sexy legs, Janice."

"Thank you. So do you. I really love that shave. Everything shows when
you get rid of all the hair."

"Would you like me to shave your pussy?"

"Would it look sexier without pubic hair?"

"I think so; besides, I hate getting cunt hairs caught in my teeth."

That was a cool way to tell a daughter you are going to eat her cunt.
I smiled warmly and thought of a cool way of telling her that was fine
by me. I said, "Then shave it."

Things were going so well that Mom wanted to invite Dad in to watch me
get my pussy shaved, no doubt to watch everything. I couldn't see him
leaving after the shave. I told her that was fine and added that he
was welcome to stay as long as he wished. We both knew what that
meant: "Sure Daddy can come watch us suck each other's cunts."

She delivered a nice long, wet, tonguey kiss to my pussy before she
left. Wow, was that ever a trip watching my mom Frenching my pussy.
She left no doubt that she had done that before. She may have entered
into this thing a reluctant bisexual, but she was fully into the role
now. She loved running her tongue all over my pussy, inside the lips,
even up my hole. My mother tongue-fucked my fuck hole. She didn't want
to stop. That was some really good pussy. I couldn't wait to try some.
She had pussy every bit as good as mine on a larger scale - more of a
good thing.

She flounced off the same way I flounced in. She sure has a cute ass
when she flounces - made me want to bite it. I thought she made a
great whore, so eager to please her masters. She could now see winning
me over and was very excited about the prospect of being able to
deliver such a desirable morsel, all trained and ready to serve.

Shit, I had a trainer - two trainers - and what a program they had -
three days - a lesbian day, a whore day, and a bitch day. Why didn't I
think of that. Three days, and you're all set to pass the test, even
the more demanding whore-level certification. Silly me, I didn't even
know they had one.

I knew she would turn me over to them without the slightest qualms, no
restrictions, anything goes, all the while looking for praise. I was
so screwed, but if I could be as happy as her, what was wrong with
that. Church sucked. You can be late for a fucking and you don't need
to dress up. For that matter, fucking can come to you.

They returned together. Dad was very happy that he could watch this
exciting event, so happy that he came naked with his hard dick in his
hand - nine inches of throbbing, weeping, straining, flexed love
muscle. That had to be a 4000, at least a 3500. Mom brought my vanity
chair to the bedside and had him sit, reminding him that this was
lesbian day and to keep that womb hose of his out of my pussy, that
he'd have me all day tomorrow and could fuck me till the cum poured
out of my ears. They then looked for my reaction to that statement. My
reaction was to place my legs out in the lying splits, which placed my
left foot in his lap. He took my foot and used it to rub his cock. I
used my foot and toes to feel his cock and got my toes all slimy
gooey.

Before she left us to get shaving items, Mom watched that action, then
said, "Yes, she's going to be a good whore for her daddy. I may just
let you fuck her some today. There is plenty of pussy for both of us,
but since this is my day, I'll decide when - agreed. He agreed. I
wasn't asked. I would have agreed, but that would have given me a say
in the matter. They didn't want that, and I didn't want that. I would
have no say at the Jacksons. This was conditioning for sexual slavery
- pretty fucking exciting stuff for a horny virgin with dick slobber
all in her toes.

Mom returned with the items and lay down at the foot of the bed,
propped up on her elbows to do the job. Dad had to take his fingers
out. When he pulled out, she put her tongue in and pressed her face
tight against my beaver. I swear she licked the back wall of my womb.
God, what a sight! The sight had Dad jacking off full bore. I thought
he'd cum all over my foot, but he said he was saving that load for my
pussy, which answered the question I didn't ask regarding protection,
a questing she raised in my mind when she implied that semen would be
fucked into my pussy until it poured from my ears. I gathered that
semen didn't matter. Fine by me. If the Jacksons could cum in my
fertile pussy, then Dad could.

They also looked for my reaction to that shocking news presented for
the second time. The first hint could be passed off as frivolous
hyperbole, but the second was to the point and informative, which also
told me that the first was also. My father would fuck me with his womb
hose and ejaculate in the vicinity of my womb - cream the fucker, hose
that womb down good. They planned an incestuous sperm douche that
clearly called for a reaction. I wish I could have given them one, but
I was stumped, dumbfounded, baffled, disoriented, clit-stupid and
cock-struck. A thorough womb wash sounded pretty good. I made no
objection and didn't bring up condoms. Silent acceptance was a good
reaction.

Mom took that reaction as a positive sign and told Dad to hold off and
she'd let him cum in my pussy right after the shave. He thanked her
and paced himself. I waited while Mom began the shaving by removing my
muff. She used soap, so that curtailed her licking. She was very
thorough while doing the lips, going over and over the area between my
legs to get my most intimate areas smooth as silk. After rinsing and
patting dry, she pulled the lips apart and gazed on the sight along
with Dad who had gotten up to fuck me. I got up on my elbows to see
what they were seeing. Impressive, if I do say so myself. That was one
very lovely young pussy made to look like a fucking whore's cunt.

Mom said, "Phil will be so pleased with this girl's pussy. I can't
wait to see him fuck it with that big cock of his, fuck it and cum in
it with our blessing."

Dad said, "We're going to win big points with this pussy, no doubt
about it."

"Well, what are you waiting for. See if you can put a smile on her
face while you give her a taste of what she'll be in for. Fuck her
like a whore." Mom looked to me and said, "He is going to fuck you the
way others will. He will not make love to you, so brace for an
impersonal fucking and be thinking whore, a piece of ass, something to
fuck. All you are is a cunt. To the Jacksons and their crowd, females
are cunts. You may as well get used to hearing that term. Answer to
the term and think of yourself as a cunt. This will be easier to
accept if you do."

Dad crawled into position and centered his cock at my hole. After
three weeks of 5000 workouts, this wasn't the big deal it would have
been. The sperm was the big deal. I assumed fucking a girl like a
whore meant creaming her cunt for her without regard to consequences.
No one even asked where I was on my fertility cycle. I was in a
relatively safe period, but they had no way of knowing. I found that
rather odd. I also found that exciting, like real fucking with real
consequences. With real parents who didn't give a fuck. Here we were,
father and daughter. We had no business doing that, or fucking for
that matter. With the Jacksons, family values took on a whole new
meaning.

He sank in to the balls rather easily with a look of ecstasy when his
balls pressed to my ass. I think I had the same look. Flesh does make
a difference. The Pulsating Pussy Pleaser 5000 has no heartbeat. It
can spring to life but can't create life. My daddy's dick could, and
he was trying like hell. I was also trying like hell. He was fucking a
pussy that was sucking on his cock.

I couldn't believe I was fucking with my father while my mother sucked
on my titties. I kept looking to make sure. Yes, that was them every
time I looked - one fucking, one sucking, both having themselves a
ball. Every kid enjoys parental attention, but few experience it on
that level. I can't say I felt love, but I felt their desire. My
father absolutely loved fucking me and was pacing himself so as not to
end it too soon. I liked that and also wanted our incestuous fuck to
last. I also did some fucking, but slowed when he did. I keyed on him.
Sometimes, he held perfectly still and let me suck his cock for him.
He loved the way my pussy could suck cock. Mom said it looked exactly
as though my cunt were sucking his cock.

Together, we made the fucking last for twenty minutes, but when the
time was right, I made him a receptive beaver to cum in. I left no
doubt about my willingness to take a cum shot deep in the cunt. My
wanton actions triggered his orgasm. He crammed me with cock and
pumped me full of cum. My father's sperm jetting into my pussy
triggered my orgasm. We came together with me lagging slightly behind.

Mom was overjoyed; thrilled with the way I behaved at the point of
climax, and following climax when my pussy nursed on his spent cock.
She loved the way I pressed my cunt tight to his groin and ground it
in place, milking that big bad daddy fuck stick. She asked me if I
would do that for Phil and any guy he had me fuck. I assured her I
would, though I was dying to ask her about the pregnancy issue. I
didn't, hoping she'd volunteer something, but she didn't. She just
wanted to make sure I would take cum shots like I wanted them, nurse
sperm like I wanted every drop, and that all cummers would be
welcomed. With Daddy's dick still in me, and with my cunt still
nursing on the fucker, I told her I'd be a good cunt. She liked
hearing that and kissed me on the mouth - French kissed me on the
mouth - weird, pleasant but weird. This was the woman who once washed
my mouth out with soap for saying pussy. Now, cunt earned a kiss.

After the kiss ended, she placed two gooey fingers to my lips. Those
fingers came straight from her cunt. I parted my lips to admit them,
then sucked. Dad watched this in awe from inches away. He laid over
me, still with his wilting dick in my pussy. He liked being in my
pussy, and Mom hadn't ended his turn. I loved having him remain in my
pussy. I loved the feel of my father's great cock deep within my body.
I loved thrilling him by sucking on those nasty fingers like a girl
who loved the taste of pussy. That thrilled Mom, too. She gave me more
and more, hand feeding me pussy slobber, and I lapped her creamy slit
slop like honey until she decided to bring me the honey jar.

She placed her ass in Dad's face in order to get her cunt over my
mouth, but that gave Dad a great view of me lapping and sucking on my
mother's cunt, sucking the gooey guts out of the long puffy lips. I
lapped at the slit and sucked on the guts. I pressed my face into
those gooey guts and stuck my tongue way up her fuck hole. I thrilled
them. I knew I could do it, but I never thought I would enjoy doing
it. I thoroughly enjoyed the taste and texture of my mother's fleshy
pussy. I wasn't acting. I absolutely loved sucking cunt and it showed.

Mom was thrilled and excited, saying, "God, she loves sucking cunt,
Jim. Look at her eat this pussy. June will fall in-love with this
cunt-sucking bitch."

Dad said, "This is fantastic! This is unbelievable, Eve. Phil will
have himself a real crowd pleaser to get those teeny bopper cunts
worked into a lather. You two will make an awesome mother/daughter
lesbo combo. I could watch this all day long."

"You will, and you'll be fucking her all day long. Just remember how
nice I was to you when you have her. Is that good pussy? Did you dump
a big load in this whore?"

"This is the best pussy I ever had my dick in. Sorry, Eve, but it's
the truth, and yes, I creamed her cunt good."

"I'm happy for you. Get it up and give her another dose. Can't hurt,
or would you rather fuck her ass?"

"I'd like to try some of this luscious ass. That has to be good."

"When you are up to it, go for it."

I didn't like the sound of that, but I knew ass had to be on the
agenda. I knew the dogs often miss the right hole and it was wise to
guide them to the right hole. Many two-holers got that way by accident
or carelessness. If they get their knot up your ass, and they always
do, you're stuck, hung-up, and many find that unpleasant because you
are stuck with the mutt until his knot goes down, sometimes thirty
minutes after he dumps his wad. Bitches have been dragged by the ass
over concrete. In pussy, they'll slip out.

I also had a 1000 asshole - a finger-size asshole. As I mentioned
before, Dad is a 4000, maybe a 3000, but even 3000 was way out of my
anal range. Again, I wasn't asked. That was as it should be and how I
still wanted it, but my ass was in for a royal reaming if he fucked
ass the way he fucked pussy. Of course, there were 5000 and 6000 dicks
at Jack's place. They had Rotts that were 6000, and 6000 was horse
cock. 5000 was pony cock. I could only imagine what a 6000 Rott would
feel like up my ass. That's roughly fourteen inches of cock with a
lump the size of a softball. Ten pounds of meat crammed up the ass.
That would kill Jerri. She acts like a baby when you stick a pinky
finger up her ass, but she swore she'd go back and offer ass to the
Rotts. That spoke volumes about the attraction of Jack's place.

Lewd exhibitions were a big thing at Jack's place. Girls doing girls,
girls doing women, mutts doing girls, large black men doing little
white girls like Jerri, fucking them in the ass. Face fucking by other
bitches or Rotts - hot stuff. Trains were very popular. Bondage was a
big hit with a mutt train. A bound bitch was fucked blue and couldn't
do any guiding. Bound bitches were no doubt sex slaves like my mom.
That was the destiny awaiting me at Jack's place. I never heard of any
mother/daughter lesbo combos, but that would get the teeny bopper
cunts in a lather. Watching Jerri and her mom would lather my twat up
good.

I was definitely headed for Sodom. I knew what my answer would be. If
it was good enough for my mom, it was good enough for me. Sodom
changed her, opened up a whole knew life. Decadent sex was now the
driving force, and she applied herself to that end as fully as she had
given her life over to Jesus Christ. She worshipped a new god, now,
Eros in the form of Phil Jackson. Her god demanded a sacrifice and I
was it. Seemed like they were planning to hand me over to him as a
gift, womb and all.

They were busy turning me into a bisexual whore and pleased with the
progress they were making. The operation could not have gone any
smoother, and that totally blew them away. They could not believe how
easy this was, and how easy I was. I showed no reluctance about
serving a man like Phil, not even with my womb. They couldn't get over
that and kept making references to all the cum I'd be taking inside my
pussy, my fertile pussy. The more I remained silent on the subject of
condoms and pregnancy, the more excited they became until it became
clear that the god wanted me knocked up.

At first, this realization did bother me. I thought that was going a
bit too far, but as the notion sank in and I gradually adjusted to the
idea, getting pregnant grew on me like a baby growing in the womb.
Before long, I wanted to get pregnant. I knew they wanted to hear me
say it. They were goading me into saying it. Silence wasn't enough.
They wanted acceptance, complete and total surrender. Mom wanted to
give Phil my womb. Kinky.

I was still eating my mother's cunt with my Dad's cock still in me.
They were talking about all the sperm that must be getting into my
womb. She wanted him to get hard to force more in. He was trying by
thinking about all the large blacks that would be fucking me. They
were all pony cocks, 5000's. Two were 6000's, large horse-cocked
niggers. Dad was a big-time bigot, but not when it came to breeding
his daughter to them. The image of me offering a big black stud a good
beaver to cum in got him up and throbbing. That big boner moved sperm
into my womb. Mom told him to keep that up, that when he moved all the
sperm in, they would flip me over so he could fuck my ass.

He was in a hurry to ream my ass out. There was a lot more sperm he
could have herded into my womb. I felt like telling them as they
flipped me. Mom pulled my cheeks apart. I laid there and grit my
teeth, braced for a trip to Hell. I soon felt the rubbery head at my
butt and clenched my asshole in response - a natural reflex. I wasn't
trying to be difficult. My asshole rebelled. Mom smacked my fanny and
told me to relax, make like you are taking a shit. I thought that if I
shit all over him that might turn him off. It was worth a try. I
tried, but I let in a dick - WOW - what an eye opener!

More than half went in all at once. The rest followed by large
fractions, bringing on cramping, but I bore up. Within five minutes, I
was taking cock in the ass as easily as I took the PPP 5000 in the
pussy, and a colon full of throbbing cock felt great, too.

He loved being up my luscious ass filled with buttery shit. I had
never been proud of my shit before. I didn't know my poo poo could be
buttery. He was in no hurry once he got all the way in. I knew this
fuck would last a long time. I got comfortable and laid my head on
folded arms. I had to slightly lift my hips so Mom could get to my
pussy by reaching under. Oh, what a decadent joy that was - Mom
playing with my spermy pussy; Dad fucking my ass, churning butt
butter. If I only had Ann's gorgeous pussy under my mouth and Jerri
playing with the tits she loved so much, I'd be in seventh heaven.

After eating Mom, I had to have Ann. I knew I could get her, too, I
just never pressed the advantage. I respected her wishes, and she
pretty much left it up to me, simply hoping I would respect her wishes
and not press the advantage. I always wondered what she would do if I
did press. I couldn't see her stopping me. I could see her pleading
with me not to do that, but not physically preventing me, not even by
closing her legs. Not once did she ever close her legs on me. She was
good about keeping her legs wide apart no matter what. Maybe I could
corrupt her. Maybe I could get her to the Jacksons - with Jerri. Now
there was a mother/daughter lesbo combo.

My parents were having themselves a decadent ball with my fuck holes,
talking as though I weren't listening, or what I heard didn't matter.
They loved treating me like a sex slave, Phil's property with them
having no say over how he used or misused me. They speculated as to
the use and misuse but didn't once mention knocking my young ass up
for shits and giggles. They talked around it. They hinted. They
alluded, but they wouldn't come right out and say the words. I found
that all very amusing.

They were begging me to get onboard with this project. I got the
impression that the womb was the main thing Phil wanted, and without
that, Dad's future with Phil was in jeopardy. I think Mom's primary
motivation was to give Phil what he wanted. They both wanted my womb
to hand to Phil on a silver platter.

I let them suffer but not to be cruel. I thought they should work for
it. Everything else came so easy. As Dad always says, nothing that
comes easy is much valued. I would give them what they wanted, but I
wanted them to appreciate the gift. They were trying hard to influence
me but beginning to think nothing would get me to go that far. Silence
was no longer golden, it was a sign that I wasn't going along. Mom's
despondence was most apparent. She kept petting my womb as though
petting a lost cause. Dad fucked an ass as though fucking it goodbye.
I had been silent too long and not responding in any way - not a good
sign.

They suffered long enough. Without raising my head, I said, "Dad, when
you feel like cumming, would you cum inside my pussy?"

That took them by surprise - silence, dead silence. Mom extracted her
hand and came to lie on her side beside me. She brushed hair from my
eyes and said, "Why do you want Daddy to cum inside you pussy,
sweetheart?"

"He might get me pregnant. That turns me on."

She grew a big smile, then kissed me long and hard. When she came
away, she said, "Does it matter who knocks you up?"

"No, not really. Does it have to be Dad?"

"No, it can be anyone. The baby will be put up for adoption anyway -
unless you want to keep it. I assume with college in your plans, you
wouldn't want to be saddled with a bastard child."

"I wouldn't, but I do want the pleasure of carrying the bastard to
term."

I said that because she tipped me that there would be a child, plus I
assumed he'd want a full-term knocking up. My saying that excited Mom
even more. She said, "Oh, absolutely. Phil wants that. What he wants
is a pregnant whore. I should say, another. I'm two months pregnant,
Janice. He plans to keep me barefoot and pregnant from here on,
possibly until my womb gives out. You will probably be in the same
boat until you go off to college. Even then, you'll likely go off
pregnant."

"How do you know he'll let me go?"

"Honey, he won't actually own you. He will when you are on his
property, but that is true of any cunt that steps foot on his
property. You accept that reality or you don't step back on his
property. We want you to accept that fact so that you can join us, be
one of us. We are a Jackson family, now. We want you to be a part of
that family. I'll be keeping my bastards. After college, maybe you'll
settle down here and keep your future bastards. If you marry right,
the man won't mind you serving as Phil's whore. Your father loves the
fact that I am another man's whore, on and off the property - full
time. He can't even fuck me without getting Phil's permission. I fuck
only when Phil tells me to fuck, and only who Phil tells me to fuck.
He breeds me the way he breeds his dogs. He'll breed you the same way.
To him, we're just two more bitches."

"I had no idea he was like that. I know girls who went there. They
weren't treated that way."

"Most of the cunts who go there aren't whores. Phil's whores are his
prize possessions, his trophy cunts, his bitches. He treats us well
and only has a few mother/daughter whores. He treats them best. They
get the most attention."

This was great news. All my fears were laid to rest and I loved this
setup. Me, a trophy cunt, a real bitch with an owner/breeder and
everything. A great idea popped into my head. I said, "Mom, suppose I
could get him another set of mother/daughter whores, two more bitches
for his kennel?"

"He'd be ecstatic. Who do you think you could get?"

"Jerri and Ann."

Dad said, "You think you can get Ann Yablonski! What on earth would
make you think that?"

"We mess around. She's a horny lady. She is very bisexual and she has
as a hot cunt. I think I can win her over to the dark side. Jerri is
already won over. She does dogs and she has been to the Jackson
estate."

Mom said, "Jerri! You're kidding, little Jerri fucked Rotts?"

"No, but she will. She flunked. She blew it big time, but she wants
another chance. She'd be a good whore, and she is a great bitch. She
would help me get her mother. With the two of us working on Ann, I
don't think she stands a chance. We won't take no for an answer.
She'll have to be much more emphatic than that, and she doesn't have
it in her to be more emphatic than saying, no thank you. Even then, it
sounds like, thank you. I'll work her sexy ass over with the 5000.
She'll follow me anywhere after that. She uses a hand massager. She
doesn't know what her pussy can do, or what she'll do to make it
happy."

Dad said, "Honey, if you can get Ann and Jerri, Phil will erect a
statue in your honor."

Mom asked, "How can we help?"

"Let me go to her and get her started while Jerri is in school and her
husband is at work. We've never had this much time alone. I should
have her blubbering by the time Jerri gets home. After I fill Jerri
in, we'll come over here and get nasty for you. If all goes well, Ann
might come with us. If she does, have Dad fuck her. Join him. We may
all join in, have a mini orgy. After she becomes a cheater, I think
she'll go to a Toga party with us."

Mom said, "It's worth a try if you think you can break through her
defenses, but I know Ann. I can't see that happening. No way would Ann
sit by while we sexually molest her little angel, and we do plan to do
that. If Ann might spoil those plans, don't bring her. We have waited
too long for a crack at that sexy little bitch. I know damn well Ann
would not tolerate what we have in mind for her little angel."

"She loves to watch me sexually molest her little angel. She stood
right beside us in their garage and watched me help a dog get mounted
on her little angel. She has seen a great deal of that since then. Not
only will she watch everything I do to Jerri, she lets me do shit to
her. Ann lets me shave her legs and massage her pussy. I shave legs
and cunt lips. She says cunt lips are part of the leg, only she won't
call them cunt lips. She calls them labia lips, and her cunt is a
vagina. Other than her language, the woman is a slut."

Dad said, "Maybe I don't know Ann. Are you sure that was Ann?"

"Short, blonde, drop-dead gorgeous, small tits, great legs, puffy cunt
lips - excuse me, labia lips."

"That's Ann. How's the pussy?"

"The ultimate, very plump and juicy, sweet smelling, gorgeous clit,
hair you have to look close to see. After a thorough massage, her
pussy reminds me of a split powder puff that got dipped in honey. Look
at her legs. You know those legs make a perfect pussy of themselves."

Mom said, "She does have perfect legs. I hope you get her here. I sure
would love a taste of that sexy bitch."

Dad said, "Before or after I get through fucking her."

"Who cares, but you get your cock out of that ass. Save it for Ann,
maybe Ann and Jerri. You are the only cock we've got, and we have a
mini orgy coming up early this evening. Get some rest, stud. If Ann
has never cheated, and I'd bet a month's wages she hasn't, we can't
have her first fall from the fidelity wagon be a drop and flop. She
has to see what she's been missing."

"Married to Fred, she's missing six inches. That man has the puniest
prick I've ever seen on a man. I haven't seen him hard, but I can't
imagine he gets much bigger than my index finger."

Dad was still in my ass, sawing his log slowly. I said, "Jerri has
seen him hard. She was impressed, but my pinky impresses Jerri if I
put it up her ass. By the way, Dad, I love it up the ass. I wish I
could have you up my ass when the blacks fuck me."

"Sweetheart, I would love that and there is no reason we can't. We
don't need to go to Jackson's. I can bring niggers here if you are
serious."

"I'm serious. Bring them on. Breed me to blacks if that turns you on.
Tomorrow is whore day. After that, Phil will handle all my breeding."

Mom said, "If I put the bug in his ear, he'll breed you to blacks. For
your father's sake, I will place that bug in his ear. Come on, Jim,
you've played in her poop long enough. She has a date to get ready
for."

Reluctantly, Dad eased out. I felt very empty. I suddenly needed to
take a shit - dump some butter.

* * *

At ten in the morning on a school day, a Wednesday, Ann was very
surprised to see me on her doorstep. She was pleasantly surprised. I
looked hot in my shortest skirt, high heels, and a form-hugging
T-shirt - no bra. No panties, either, but she couldn't tell. The
missing bra was noticed immediately and brought a smile. She loves my
tits more than Jerri does, and Jerri has been ga ga over them since I
got into a D cup. The only penetration Ann won't say a word about is
nipple penetration. I can fuck her with a squeezed tit. She'll just
lie there and purr.

While looking over my twin pussy pleasers, she said, "Janice, what on
earth are you doing here? Is something wrong? Are you sick? You don't
look sick."

"I'm not. I'm ditching. Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"Yes...yes, of course. Do come in."

We hugged; we kissed; we rubbed our pussies together. Okay, I pulled
her ass in and rubbed my pussy on hers through our clothing, but she
didn't fight free. She resisted, but I figured she would. She got
rubbed and the kiss was our longest ever. I wasn't going to break it
off. She eventually did, pushing us apart by holding onto my
shoulders. I still held our loins together, holding her tightly by the
ass as she said, "Good lord, Janice! What has gotten into you, girl?"

"You, you sexy doll."

"Janice, stop that. [meaning the loin action] This is
disgusting....Janice, I mean it. This is vulgar. We can't be doing
this."

"Sixteen is the age of consent. I'm sixteen. I consent."

"That may be, but you are not yet an adult, and I am not free to do
this sort of thing even if you were. I am married, you know."

"So, I don't have a dick."

"My vows said to forsake all others. No mention was made of gender or
genitals...although, I can't see Fred making an issue if he knew it
was you and your genitals doing me and my genitals. He would probably
like it and give his approval."

"Then what's the problem?"

"I don't know, but I know this isn't right. For one thing, this feels
too good. I wish you would stop doing that."

"Give me another kiss and I will - a better one - a real kiss. I want
some tongue."

"Janice! Honestly...oh, all right..."

I knew she would. She loves kissing. She is a great kisser, and we
kiss the way lovers do. Our tongues were all in each other's mouths
while I laid it on thick down below. She didn't resist. She tilted her
cunt up. Her hands roamed my back and ass, pulling us together,
mashing our breasts. This kiss was twice as long as the first, which
was twice as long as our longest kiss prior to this, which I would
guess to be roughly a minute, so this kiss was roughly four, maybe
five. That's a long kiss, and it was that long because she was in no
hurry to end it. Toward the end, she was trying to cum but could only
get close. She tried hard, I'll give her that. We finally parted
mutually, sort of melting away until we stood apart.

I had a wet spot on the front of my tight skirt; she had one in the
crotch of her loose shorts - looked like she pissed. That was all her.
Mine was me and some of her. She knew she was soggy, and she knew she
did that to herself. She was embarrassed and said while standing with
her legs bowed out, gripping her inner thighs with her pelvis tilted
up to show me all the damage, "Look what you made me do. Now, I have
to change."

I said, "Change into nothing."

"I can't go naked."

"Why not? I am."

Seconds later, I was. She stood straight and stared at my denuded
crotch. She had seen me naked before, with Jerri, and I usually get
naked to massage her. She liked checking on us. We liked having her
check on us. We didn't stop anything if she checked on us, not even
dog fucking. She liked seeing us walk around naked, kissing and
playing with each other's pussies. She was very supportive of our
bosom buddy relationship.

Dogs were also a safe way to vent sexual energy, though the mutts did
all the venting. She brought us the massager and brought us cookies.
She would even bring the doggie a treat. I never imagined a mother
could be so casual and aloof about her daughter being bred like a
bitch to street mutts. When she stumbled on that first scene, we
thought she'd go right through the roof, but she acted as though I
were brushing Jerri's hair, not trying to get a stiff dog dick to go
in her pussy. Ann blew us away.

She was full of surprises like that. You could never predict her
response to anything sexual. She was a total contradiction to the way
she lived her life, the way she acted, and the personality she always
projected. She wasn't like Dr. Jeckle and Mr. Hyde. She was Ann,
always Ann, even in the midst of gross decadence and bestiality, but
Ann in the presence of bestiality was the oddest circumstance. We
found that quite thrilling. We wouldn't dream of doing any breeding
without her.

Ann loved watching anything sexual. She liked seeing sex. She liked
seeing me naked is what she liked and this time was no exception. By
the look in her wide-eyed stare, I knew she liked shaved pussy. I
posed for her, did a complete turn, then assumed the position she had
just been in to say, "Do you like?"

Staring right at my cunt, she said, "You look lovely. I'm sure Jerri
will like the new look."

"Right now, I'm not interested in Jerri. It's you I want to please.
Please take off your clothes and let me please you? We are all alone
with hours to kill. Let's not waste them, not even one minute."

"Janice, I...Well...I shouldn't."

"Why not? Jerri doesn't care. She knows I have a crush on you. She
thinks it's great. She wishes we could be bosom buddies, too. We could
be three-way bosom buddies."

"Jerri would not want me horning in anymore than I already do. I am
making a pest of myself as it is. I'm sure she thinks I am some sort
of voyeur, a perverted sort."

"BULL! We love having you horn in, and we would love to have you in
the middle of us. She thinks you are very sexy. We both want you. If
you can't tell that we love your pussy, you weren't paying attention.
I know better."

Ann walked over and plopped down on the sofa, saying, "Janice, you are
blowing my mind. Did Jerri actually tell you that? She wants me -
sexually?"

I followed and sat beside her, saying, "Yes, and her hands told you
that. Why is that so hard to believe?"

"For one, I'm her mother."

"So what. Incest is best, and you are one hell of a foxy mother. She
is bisexual, or hadn't you noticed."

"I noticed, believe me, I noticed....Tell me, and be honest. Would you
have sex with your mother?"

"I just did. Didn't you taste pussy on my breath? That was Mom."

Ann's brows narrowed as she shot back and stared me in the face. She
was trying to recall the taste, so I came in close and puckered. She
came in, sniffed my lips and face, then sat back and went, "Good lord!
I do smell pussy."

That marked the first time I ever heard Ann use the term, pussy.
Progress. I said, "You smell my mother's pussy. Nice, huh?"

"You are lying to me. Eve would never do that with you. I'll bet you
got that from between your own legs."

"Call her and ask her."

"I wouldn't dare and you know it."

"Okay, I'll call her and tell her you don't believe me. She'll want to
talk to you. Will that convince you?"

I started up, but she stopped me, pulling me back, saying, "All right,
I believe you." She sat in silent ponder and a smile slowly formed.
She looked to me with a devilish grin and said, "You are something
else, Janice. You eat your mother's pussy, then rush over and kiss me
- twice."

I smiled and said, "Kinky, huh?"

"Yes, very kinky. That is a very sneaky way to get me to kiss your
mother's pussy. Is that what you'd like to see?"

"Who wouldn't. That's what she'd like to see."

Eyes wide, "Did she say that?"

"Yes. She wants you, too. Everyone who sees you wants you. Anyone who
sees your sexy legs wants to start at the toes and lick their way to
the source. My mother is very bisexual, Ann. I can't believe you never
noticed."

"I never had a clue, although, come to think of it, she does make a
big fuss over my legs. I look for those things. You know I'm bisexual.
At least, you should know."

"Mom said you were."

"She did? When? How long has she known?"

"She did, and I don't know when. She just knows, and she is so jealous
that I get to shave your legs, which includes pussy lips. She'd like
to lick the hair off your legs and your pussy, and she doesn't care
how long that takes."

After laughing, Ann sat back thinking, then said, "This is incredible.
I find your mother very attractive. I love a full-figured woman. She
has the most gorgeous breasts. You have your mother's breasts."

She reached for them while saying this. I presented her with a chest
to fondle for the first time, saying, "I just borrowed them to impress
you."

"I'm impressed. You do have the most beautiful set of breasts, Janice.
Does Eve have the same nipple type as you?"

While she twirled my nipples, I said, "Exactly, only hers are a little
longer with more of a reddish hue to them."

"I love these nipples and I love seeing my daughter suck on them. I
would love to watch your mother nurse my daughter. I have fantasies of
Eve. I have fantasies of you, me, and her. I have fantasies of you,
me, her, Jerri, eight dwarfs, and Shetland pony."

"That's doable."

"Is it?"

"Yes, we just need to round up the dwarfs and a pony, now get naked."

"I shouldn't, you know. This still isn't right. [she began stripping]
This doesn't mean we're going to do anything. I'll get naked since you
are. I don't mind being naked. You have seen me naked countless times.
I am not ashamed of my body. Not in the least. I see no harm in you
and I being naked together while we talk, but you behave yourself,
young lady. Nothing has changed. Rules are rules even without the
towel. There will be no sex between you and me, Janice. I'm sorry, but
I can't allow sex. That doesn't mean I don't want it. You know very
well that I do. That's why I'm getting naked, but don't read more into
that than there is....There, all naked. Are you happy, now?"

While I talked, I trailed my nails lightly up and down her inner thigh
from knee to pussy, saying, "I'll be happy when you let me do anything
I want to do without that fucking towel in the way. I'll be happy when
you start acting like a bisexual. I'll be happy when you and Mom are
lovers who let me join you. I'll be happy when I can be cheek to cheek
with my mom while we lick your sexy pussy. I'll be happy when Jerri
and I get cheek to cheek to lick your pussy, but I'll be happiest when
I can look between my legs and see your beautiful face."

As I ended that sentence, I entered her pussy with two fingers and her
mouth with one tongue. She welcomed both. She let me finger fuck her
while we kissed. Evidently, she liked everything she heard very much.

When the five-minute kiss ended, I kissed my way down her front while
getting set on my knees between her legs. She watched the progress and
made me a better beaver as my lips kissed her pubic hair, her muff,
the only place she has pubic hair and there isn't much there. When my
kisses were kissing her slit, that beaver got super wide. That was
when my tongue came out and her hands grasped my head. The horny bitch
loved being licked, but a stiff tongue up her hole brought her legs
off the floor. That made a beaver that she held open by grasping her
inner thighs. I chowed down. Not long after I began chowing down on
that fantastic spread she offered me, she came like a banshee getting
a freezing enema. Imagine that.

I ate her to three orgasms before she wanted a break. I would have
gone for four. She needed the break. Orgasms like that take a lot of a
gal. I came up, sat at her side, and we kissed. While she rested up, I
nursed on her tits while fingering her pussy. Anything I wanted to do
was fine with her. She watched and stroked my head lovingly. She
adored me. What was not to adore.

Ten minutes into the break, she said, "I love this. God do I love
this. I needed this so badly. You have no idea. I'm glad you pay no
attention to my nonsense. I'm thankful that you can read body language
and pay attention to that."

"Nothing says eat me like a good beaver."

"You got that right. I promise you this, Janice. From now on, I will
start acting like a bisexual. You won't have to read body language.
I'll come right out and ask you to eat me. And I'm not going to hide,
not in my own home. Fred wouldn't mind. Jerri would love that. You are
right. She is very fond of my pussy, and I am well aware of that
attraction. I have been so foolish. If Jerri thinks incest is best,
and she finds me desirable, I should jump for joy."

"Then jump, because I first heard the term from her. We were
discussing you and our sexual fantasies of you. That was three, maybe
four years ago. They were rather tame back then. They aren't now. We'd
love to breed you like a bitch."

"Breed me like a bitch, huh. Sounds interesting. What were they like
when they were tame?"

"We liked to pretend that we could order you around, make you strip
naked, assume vulgar poses, make you masturbate, piss yourself, that
sort of thing."

"I like the tame ones. Under what pretext could you order me around?
Did you have something on me? Did she catch me cheating?"

"I don't recall. How we got control wasn't important. We had it and
abused it. There wasn't a fucking thing you could do about it. You
were at our mercy. We took turns thinking of all the nasty things we
could make you do."

"Like fucking men for you?"

"No, we wouldn't do that. We were good girls. Like I said, they were
tame, mostly nudity and vulgarity. We were into potty things back
then. Making you squat and shit in the back yard was heavy stuff.
Making you piss while doing a headstand, slowly so that the piss
dribbles down your front and wets your face and hair - that was a
thriller. Mostly, we wondered what your pussy looked like with your
legs apart. Your pussy has been a constant source of fascination and
speculation, but I'm sure you were aware of that."

She spread wider to get a better view of my slow and easy three-finger
fuck while saying, "I am such a dope. I saw the signs that long ago
and refused to see them for what they were. That may have been out of
guilt for all the sexual fantasies I have of her. Jerri features in
almost every fantasy. If she's not the star, she plays a supporting
role. If she is not in a supporting role, she is there watching,
either bound and forced, or spying on me and masturbating. I have been
such a fool."

I came off a nipple to say, "Yes, and look at all the orgasms you
missed out on."

She pulled her lips wide open while saying, "Don't remind me. I could
kick myself right in the cunt."

"Cunt! I don't believe I ever heard you use that term."

"I'm sure you haven't. Jerri hasn't. Fred hasn't. I like that term.
Cunt is so vulgar, don't you think?"

"Yes, but I love the term, makes my cunt wet."

She laughed and said, "Same here. See for yourself. [I looked] Is that
a juicy cunt or is that a juicy cunt?"

"That's a juicy cunt, but make more. I love that stuff."

"I can tell. You're the one making it. Keep up the good work....You
know, Janice, I have been called a cunt and my cunt got wet. I almost
fucked a guy who called me a cunt. I came so close. He called me a
cunt over a disputed repair bill. Instead of fucking him, I paid him
what he demanded. I told Fred about it and spelled out C U N T, then
told him I wanted to fuck the guy. He thought that was funny,
hilarious. I swore, then and there, the next man who calls me a cunt,
I am fucking if I have to rape him right there on the spot. I mean
that, but wouldn't you know, no man has since then and that was eight
years ago. I'm still waiting. I'll still do it. I swear I will, and I
can't wait to tell Fred what I did. I'd love to see him laugh that
off."

Boy, did I ever get a bright idea. I said, "If you don't you're a
fool. Any man who has the balls to call you a cunt has earned the
right to fuck it and cum in it."

"My thoughts exactly. When I go to Fred, I want to have a cummy cunt
with the stuff running down my legs. I want to see the look on his
face when he sees that. I'm not on any form of birth control. He wears
rubbers and hates them. He would die of pure envy if he could see that
a man fucked me without one. He'd be pissed if he knew I let him. He's
a jealous little weenie. He's the only man I know who suffers from
penis envy, but he has a right to."

"Tiny, huh?"

"I wouldn't say tiny. I don't think five inches is tiny, but I think
that's below average. His weenie is also a thin weenie. That doesn't
help, and he treats me like a lady even during sex. I know he means
well, but everything he does is wrong, wrong, wrong. If a man calls me
a cunt or even uses that term in my presence, I have this overwhelming
desire for his sperm in my cunt. If Fred only knew how easy it would
be to fuck me without a rubber. I sure won't tell him, and don't you
dare. Besides, I doubt it would work for him. It would probably piss
me off if he tried it. The sad truth is, I don't want Fred sexually
and don't want to fix our sex life. Maybe I'm a lesbian...no, I do
love a good cock and a manly man behind it. I'm sure a lesbian
wouldn't."

"My dad is a manly man who loves using that term. Mom is a cunt. I'm a
cunt. His secretary is a cunt. He'd call you a cunt."

"I suppose he would if you tell him what I just told you. You're not
thinking of doing that, are you?"

"I'm not?"

"Janice!"

"He has a great cock, Ann. I'm talking nine inches of muscle cock with
balls like a bull. He'll cream your cunt good. He will impress Fred
for you if cum dripping off your heels would impress him. The man cums
like a bull."

That had her thinking. After a bit of thought, she said, "Janice, you
said incest is best, and you seem to know your father's cock awfully
well. One might say, intimately well."

"I should. We fuck."

Eyes wide, "NO! You fuck your father?"

"Sure. Ann, the man has a nine-inch muscle cock with balls like a
bull, and he loves to fuck. Mom doesn't care who he fucks. I have the
best cock any girl could want living right under my roof. Why wouldn't
I fuck him?"

"I was under the impression you were a virgin. You won't fuck dogs."

"I won't fuck those dogs, no. Bring me a Rottweiler, I'll fuck his
hind legs off the ground."

"Are they supposed to be good?"

"Those dogs were bred for humans. Yes, Ann, they are very good. Rotts
are hung and fuck long and hard, but slow. You can cum several times
with a good Rott. These mutts Jerri is fucking aren't worth the
effort. She is doing them a favor, but they aren't doing much for her
besides making a mess of her pretty pussy. A Rott makes one hell of a
mess, but half of that mess is your doing."

"You learn something new everyday, but getting back to what you just
said. Are you serious, Janice? You actually fuck your father?"

"Fucked him this morning as a matter of fact - once in the pussy, once
in the ass. Sorry, Ann, but I am no virgin."

"You are blowing my mind, girl. So, you have sex with both of your
parents. How is that working out? Is there any jealousy?"

"No, because I have sex with both. If I had sex with one but not the
other, I suppose there would be jealousy."

"Yes, I suppose so....You know, Fred would love to fuck Jerri."

"Jerri knows that. She'd love to let him, but she worries about you
finding out."

"I would have no objection if they used protection."

"Then tell her. She'll be thrilled."

"I can't tell her. Why don't you tell her. I'll give Fred the
go-ahead."

"You should tell them both. Bring them together, then watch them fuck.
I know you want to."

"What gave me away, my juicy cunt?"

"That and you'd be a fool not to want to see that. You're no fool."

"Hummm, I suppose I could. You're sure Jerri wants to?"

"I know so. She almost did. She will with or without your permission.
She'd much rather have it and have you there."

"I trust you, Janice. Please don't mislead me. This is very serious
business."

"I am well aware of that, and I like having your trust. I could have
told Dad without warning you. Mom and Dad want to watch me and Jerri
get it on this evening. I'd like you to come along. They want you to
watch with them. That's why I'm here, Ann."

"Good lord. I'm not sure I'm ready for that. Are you two going to get
naked and go all the way?"

"Yes, the whole way, sixty-nine, the works. Cunt sucking, Ann, that's
what they want to see - two young chicks getting it on. I know you
love that, and you are dying to see some cunt sucking, so why not join
them. You are all of like mind, and what better ice breaker could you
have with Mom. You know she'll get all hot and juicy, and there you'll
be, right beside her, just as hot and juicy."

"I don't know, Janice. I would be so inhibited. I mean, what would
they think of me being a party to something like that, bringing my
daughter to something like that, lending her to such a purpose?"

"Ann, they would think you are like them. You'd be among friends, a
fellow bisexual for one. I thought you were going to start acting like
one. A bisexual would want to be there and want to sit next to another
bisexual. A bisexual would want to be between a hard cock and a wet
pussy, and that is where they want you."

She mulled that bit of wisdom over, then said, "What you say makes
sense. I do love the way you talk with your hands. Keep talking. You
are getting through to me. You have my cunt hanging on every word."

"Then start thinking like a cunt. You are a cunt and you know it. Let
that show, too. A man shouldn't have to call you a cunt in order to
get pussy. There should be no magic word. A look should do. If a man
makes your pussy wet, fuck him, and don't ever make a man wear a
rubber - husbands excluded, of course."

"Of course. I wouldn't dream of putting a rubber on a strange cock,
but tell me, do you honestly think I'm a cunt? Is that how you see
me?"

I took a wild stab in the dark and said, "Deep down, you are a whore.
You'd like to be."

"You are very perceptive. You're right, I would like to be a whore. I
think about that a great deal. That's my number one fantasy, mostly
being forced to become a whore - kidnapped, blackmailed, threat of
bankruptcy, a corrupt employer, sold into sexual slavery, doing it to
spare my daughter being gang raped, at the mercy of a daughter who
caught me cheating."

"So, I struck a nerve awhile ago."

"Damn right you struck a nerve, a central nerve, then pissed all over
it. I have dozens of great scenarios, even several where Fred forces
me - not so much forces but urges or pleads out of financial
necessity. I'd love to be a whore. Any excuse will do. I would love to
be blackmailed, oh god would I love that. I would be such a good whore
for a blackmailer, even if he was black. No one, and I mean NO ONE,
knows that except you. No one would ever suspect that about me. I am
very curious. What made you guess that about me? You sounded so sure
of yourself. What made you so sure that I would love hearing you say
that about me?"

"You and I are very much alike. Jerri has the same fantasies. You and
Jerri are very much alike. Like mother like daughter. My mom is a
whore. I'm a whore. Like mother, like daughter. I was sure that, deep
down, you were a whore; besides, my fingers are up your cunt, and I
know a whore when I feel one. Face it, you are a whore who is acting
like a lady. You may as well start acting like a whore, too. No one
should have to force you. Be yourself, Ann, be a bisexual whore.
You'll be much happier that way."

"I know I would. I wish I could."

"You can start by playing the role at my house tonight. Dress sexy,
lose the panties, shave the cunt, and just be yourself. A bisexual
whore will be most welcome in my house tonight."

"You said your mother was a whore. I assume by that you mean she fucks
around - a slut as opposed to a prostitute."

"Big time slut."

"Is your father aware?"

"Very aware and most supportive. He loves being married to a whore -
slut or prostitute."

"Your mother is very lucky to have a husband like that. With a cock
like he has, I'm sure jealousy and insecurity isn't a factor."

"Hardly. I'm sure he does quite well on his own. He doesn't go without
pussy unless he wants to. I know I'll never turn him down."

"Fuck it! I'm going to do it. I want you to shave my cunt, then help
me pick something out. I'll wear whatever you pick out. Pick out
something you think your father would like to see me in. You must know
what he likes."

"He likes flesh, the more, the better, and you won't wear any
underwear."

"Fine, I won't wear any. I am going to do this. Damnit, I must do this
- I must. If I don't get fucked tonight, I will be very disappointed."

"You won't be disappointed. You are going to get fucked. That, I can
guarantee. So will your daughter. She'll get fucked and Dad will cum
in her cunt. I guarantee."

She smiled and said, "Your guarantee is good enough for me. Let's
shave this cunt, shall we?"

"After you."

I thought for sure Ann would say something about Dad cumming inside
Jerri. Safe sex was a big thing with her, mostly because of the
pregnancy thing. That was the whole basis for supporting bisexual
behavior and bestiality, to keep Jerri from getting pregnant. Girls
her age need those safe outlets. They don't need virile cocks going
off in their fertile cunts. I guess she changed her mind, because that
smile told me she loved the idea. My guarantee was good enough for
her, but you see what I mean by her - you simply can never predict. I
have never known anyone like her, and that unpredictability was a
major attraction. I love surprises. Predictable people are a bore.
Unfortunately, Jerri was the most predictable person I have ever
known. I still adore her, but I adore her more with her mother in the
picture.

Ann was much easier than I thought she'd be - another surprise. After
shaving her cunt for her, I brought out the PPP 5000, which I brought
over in a paper bag that she paid no attention to. She paid attention
when I pulled that big boy out. Her eyes grew as big as her tits,
which were not as big as saucers but were bigger than tea cups. Nice
tits. Mine were bigger. Some would say nicer. Jerri did say that quite
often. She loves nursing on me, so does my mother. Ann did, too, but
took a break after seeing the 5000.

I fucked that horny bitch from one end of her house to the other. I
had her blubbering before noon. That's how good it went. By the time
Jerri arrived home from school at ten after four like clockwork, I had
her naked mother on the living room floor in the position I was in
that morning for Dad, only I played the Rott and did not block the
view. Jerri stepped in, saw that sight, dropped her book bag and her
jaw. With eyes as big as my tits, she said, "What are you doing?"

"I'm milking a goat. What does it look like?"

Jerri came over and knelt on the other side of her mother's raised ass
and watched me fuck her mother's cunt for her. She couldn't believe
her eyes. Jerri had seen the 5000 at my house, and she could take most
of it. She was almost Rottworthy. Her mom could easily take all, just
like I could, and she took it like a bitch, though she knew Jerry was
at her ass staring her in the fucked cunt, seeing her asshole pucker
on the in-stroke, watching it suck in on the out-stroke. Mine did,
too, but you should see Jerri's suck and pucker.

It took a few minutes for this bizarre scene to sink in. You would
have to know Ann to understand how bizarre this scene was. You had to
pinch yourself several times and check several times to make certain
that was really her. When the bizarre scene did finally sink in and
settle in, when the reality could no longer be questioned and the
person's identity was no longer in doubt, a big smile grew on Jerri's
face with a look that said, "You got my mom! Way ta go, Janice. This
is fucking awesome!"

I said, "My mom and Dad want to watch us get it on tonight, go all the
way, and your mommy wants to watch, too. Are you game?"

"Hell, yes, I'm game! Are you shitting me. Your mom and dad want to
see that?"

"They are dying to see that."

"How did this come about? How did all of this come about? Why weren't
you in school today? What are you doing here, besides milking a goat
who looks like my mom with no clothes on?"

"It's a long story. Here, you milk her for a while. My arm is getting
tired. I have been milking this bitch for over four hours."

Jerri took over the milking and couldn't believe I called her mother a
bitch. More than that, she couldn't believe her mother didn't get up
and run me out of the house. What was more, her mother seemed to like
being called a bitch while being milked. You could tell by the way she
fucked back.

Jerri still wasn't over this shocker when I said, "This whore loves
getting her cunt fucked, doesn't she?"

That was too much for Jerri. Her hand went into her panties and went
ape while her other hand held tightly to the base of the 5000 so that
her mother's wild gyrations didn't dislodge it. Calling Ann a whore
while using the term cunt really got her going, which thrilled the
piss out of Jerri.

I wasn't through thrilling Jerri. I saved the best for last. I got my
cunt under her mother's head, took her by the ears, and face-fucked
the slut while calling her a slut, a whore, a bitch, and a
slit-sucking cunt. Jerri died while watching her mom eat that fucking
cunt like a famished lesbian being fucked by a 6000 Rott while the
entire village looked on.

Ann came totally out of the closet for Jerri. She came totally out by
going down on Jerri, then swinging her leg over Jerri's head to
sixty-nine with her kid. I got to watch the mother/daughter lesbo
combo that was the mother of all mother/daughter lesbo combos. Mom and
I didn't hold a candle to those two cunt nuts. If we held a candle to
them, they'd fuck each other with it. I watched years of repressed
mutual longing and lust get vented in a matter of minutes. Getting
them to stop was the hard part. I need a crowbar and a bucket of
icewater. Since I didn't have those, I shoved my thumb up Jerri's ass.
That worked just as well - predictable.

We had to break up the party because hubby was due home and we had
places to go, people to see, things to do. He entered the house as
three whores left, and his lovely wife looked like the biggest whore
after Jerri and I dressed her. We didn't dress her in much. His jaw
hung the whole time. Ann gave him a peck on the cheek and told him not
to wait up. That was it. She cracked up in the car. The look on his
face when he smelled pussy on her face - that was a look, alright.

I knew Ann would be game for Jack's place, but didn't mention Jack's
place, whoring, fucking Rotts in public, mother/daughter lesbo combos,
or bearing bastards for a guy who thinks all women and girls are cunts
and treats them accordingly. She'd be too easy, easier than me, way
easier. The prospect of facing my mom and Dad cooled her heels
tremendously. Halfway there, she was as nervous as a school girl on
her way to her first gang bang. I thought it best to let my folks deal
with her and win her over to the dark side. By the time we pulled up
to my house, that posed a challenge. Getting her to get out of the car
posed a challenge. She was naked - damn near.

We got her in by having Mom come out and talk to her. They sat alone
in the car for fifteen minutes. Me, Jerri, and Dad watched from the
window. We saw them kiss several times and knew progress was being
made. When they were doing more kissing than talking, we knew it
wouldn't be long. They needed to hurry because Dad was trying to get
his cock in Jerri. The fucker couldn't wait.

Jerri didn't make things very difficult for him. She stood in a good
bent-over pose while staring out the window as though a man wasn't
trying to shove his hard cock up her cunt. I told him she was tight.
Hard India rubber can pry its way past that tight vaginal ring of
hers, but the spongy head of his cock only flattened, making matters
worse. He wasn't about to give up, and Jerri wasn't about to
discourage him. She does much better with chisel-tipped dog dicks.
Those slip right in. The bitch was built for mutts.

They looked comical trying, and I couldn't decide which was the better
show. The thought occurred to me that once Mom got Ann calm and in a
mood to unlax, walking in and being hit with the sight of a hard man
trying like hell to fuck her little angel might shock her back to her
former state and require the process be started all over again, if she
didn't take Jerri by the hand and drive off. We couldn't have that,
and that was the down side of dealing with an unpredictable person.
Some surprises aren't very nice.

I told Dad to hold off till after the show because I could loosen her
for him. I assured him he would slip right in after that. She needed
manual loosening before the head of the PPP 5000 would enter. When she
could take four of my fingers, she could take Dad. Rather than give
up, he tried her asshole. Big mistake. Jerri sprang to life and
climbed the curtains, dragging down drapery, the supports, the rod,
and fucking up the blinds, which would be needed to hide a mini orgy.
That got his mind off Jerri's ass and onto home improvements. We were
so preoccupied with restoring functionality to the drapery that Ann
and Mom's entry caught us by surprise. Fortunately, we were just
finishing up, straightening blades of the blinds.

Ann wasn't at her former glory, but did look much more at ease. We
sorta overdid it on dressing her to look like a whore. She didn't want
to face Dad looking like that, and she still didn't. I thought she
looked fantastic. So did he. She was pretty much naked, and bare flesh
on Ann is a traffic stopper.

We couldn't find a skirt of hers small enough to suit us, so we had
her wear one of Jerri's minis. On Ann, Jerri's mini was a micro that
didn't quite cover all the ass. It might have had she not tugged the
front so far in an attempt to cover her pussy. Up top, she wore a
tight, cropped T-shirt, showing bare midriff and the undersides of her
tits. We cropped it that way. Besides that, it was see-thru. She may
as well have been topless. The final touch was her highest high heels,
which didn't go with the skirt or the top, but did great things for
her great legs, making them greater, but the total package made her
feel naked and look ridiculous. No woman wants to look that way.

Dad tried to make her feel absolutely beautiful. His praise was so
genuine and sincere; he did more to unlax her in one statement than
Mom did in fifteen minutes worth - with numerous kisses. He made her
feel sexy and beautiful. I was so proud of him. Mom seemed in awe and
immediately let him take over. Mom stepped back; Dad stepped in; Ann
went easy into Dad's arms as he placed one low around her hips and
took a hand in the other, leading her to the sofa, which was set as
center stage on the love seat, about four feet away, the sofa and love
seat now facing each other. How cozy.

Jerri and I hadn't given any thought as to how we were going to go
about doing this thing. We could see where we'd do it, but how to
start. I'm sure we were both thinking the same thoughts as Mom took
her seat beside Ann on Ann's left. She kept her hands off Ann; Dad had
both hands on her, one still around her waist, but the other was now
on her right thigh and stroking toward the pussy, which was showing
after she sat.

We planned it that way, but we didn't anticipate the problem. She
didn't want her pussy showing, but there it was, the whole fucking
bald cunt right out where we could all see. Keeping her legs closed
didn't help much, and she couldn't close them all the way without
clamping down on Dad's hand, preventing him from stroking the
ultra-soft inner thigh flesh, which she apparently didn't want to do.

Jerri and I took our seats on the love seat. We sat close and held
hands the way we do on the game bus. We were looking right up a cunt
which only made matters worse. How can you not look. Trying to ignore
Ann's bald pussy was like trying to ignore a gargoyle eating a
squirming fetus. Something needed to be said. I was at a loss. Jerri
had no idea what to say. Mom was staying out of it, just sitting there
watching. That didn't help.

Dad, god bless him, did it again by saying, "Ann, I swear, you have
the most lovely pussy God ever put between a pair of sexy legs. I
always knew you had a killer pussy, but I swear, I never expected a
pussy this beautiful. This pussy is a work of art. You take my breath
away, Ann, you honestly take my breath away."

That was fucking beautiful, and Ann responded to those words of
vaginal praise like she does to a tongue in the slit. Her legs seemed
to fall away from each other until the knees were eighteen inches
apart and she proudly showed everything to everyone. Mom saw that the
time was right to get involved. She pushed the hem up to expose the
entire mound. She then drew Ann's left leg onto her lap and began
massaging the inner thigh area. That move opened up the cunt nicely,
but Ann didn't seem to mind, so Dad drew her right leg high onto his
lap. That made a vulgar yawning beaver, but that was okay. Her beaver
was a work of art.

He stroked it; He petted it; He fingered it; He praised it; and he got
that fucker juicy in a hurry. Mom uncovered Ann's tits, then leaned in
to suck one. Dad slipped another finger in the juicy hole, then
another while telling her what a tight cunt she had. He said the magic
word and didn't realize there was one because I forgot to tell him. He
knew he said something right. She suddenly needed more fingers, a
stiff cock, a big Rott, or a PPP 500. He gave her another finger. What
she wanted was cock, his cock, and she went for it with both hands
which forced Mom to give up on trying to nurse on the bitch.

Mom wasn't pissed or frustrated. She was more amused than anything,
doing her best not to laugh. That would have been bad. Mom lent her
support by stroking intimate flesh where she could while trying not to
get in the way. When Ann freed that stiff dick, it was love at first
sight, the cock of her dreams. She had to have that big muscle cock up
her cunt. She swung her leg over his lap and got mounted on it facing
him. She fell against his chest as she sank with Mom rubbing her clit
for her. We saw the dick going in the pussy real good.

Though she swore she would do that, I would never have predicted she
actually would. This was so un-Ann, so out of her nature and
character. This was the sluttiest of slut behavior without the
slightest inhibition. No one would have predicted that. Jerri was
simply in awe, but I predicted that.

We had the best seats in the house for watching an assisted fuck in
that position. We settled back and enjoyed the show, forgetting that
we were the show. Hell, they forgot we were even there. I placed my
hand in Jerri's crotch. She placed her hand in mine, and we sat there
playing with each other's pussy while watching her mom fuck my dad
while my mom encouraged them to fuck. Great show if you like that sort
of thing. We did. We fucking loved it.

That show would not have been near as good had Mom not been in it.
Once they got going good, Mom had one finger up Ann's ass, the other
hand rubbing her clit while she sucked on a tit. Ann couldn't remain
still if she wanted to, and Dad couldn't move. He just sat there
getting fucked by a woman who coud not help but fuck him. He looked
happy that way.

No one was happier than Ann. She was committing adultery in front of
her daughter. She knew what she was doing. She was showing her
daughter the cock that wasn't her father's fucking the pussy she came
into the world through. She wanted Jerri to get a good look at that
sight. She kept looking back to see if Jerri was looking at it. She
was never disappointed. I swear, Ann was so funny, like a nice girl
doing something terribly naughty, and wanting to get caught. That's
when it dawned on me - blackmail.

That was what she was after. She wanted Jerri to blackmail her into
becoming a whore. The words, "any excuse will do," and, "you struck
and big nerve then pissed all over it," came back to mind. This was
perfect. I knew Ann would like Jack's place, but I now knew she would
love being blackmailed into serving Phil.

I had to get word to Mom. I first got word to Jerri. She needed to
know, then Mom needed to know. I still hadn't had a chance to tell
Jerri all I had learned about Jack's place. I had to catch her up on a
great deal of material. Fortunately, Ann was in no hurry to end this
exhibition, and Dad was even less so. He loves dragging out a good
fuck, and I dare say he found a better pussy than mine.

It took me twenty minutes to fully bring Jerri current, get her
onboard, and get her to understand why she needed to blackmail her
mother into cooperating. The hard part was convincing her that she had
to get pregnant and bear the bastard. She didn't want to do that
anymore than I wanted to at one time. Turning her around wasn't easy,
but I managed. It was a good thing, too, because right after, Ann
decided that showing us a fuck with her back to us wasn't good enough.
She got turned around and fucked facing us, making talking difficult.
She would think we were talking about her in front of her back -
something like that. Anyway, that would not have been cool.

Now we could watch Ann fuck the cock that wasn't Jerri's father and
give our full, complete, and undivided attention to adultery - which
was nice. I still had to get Mom aside so that I could tell her not to
mention Jack's place until we could decide how to go about
blackmailing Ann. She wouldn't be doing any talking until the fuck was
over. That would be the perfect time, during a fuck break - if they
ever took one.

While waiting, it hit me. We need pictures. Ann would love it if we
took pictures. They are worth a thousand words, and blackmail isn't
the same without them. I got up, dashed to my room, grabbed my Brownie
[not my asshole, my camera] and discovered that I had no film - SHIT!

I had no idea how to get pictures like that developed, anyway. Taking
them was the important thing. I had plenty of battery power for the
flash attachment, and a zoom lens. That would be a nice touch. I put
it all together and headed back, hoping they'd still be going at it in
that same position.

They were, and Jerri was on her knees hanging onto my Dad's knees
watching her mother's yawning cunt go from the tip of Dad's cock to
the base and back, over and over. She had her chin resting on his
balls and licked of pussy and dick whenever the pussy came within
reach. No normal mother would want her daughter to look at that, much
less lick at that. Ann wasn't normal. Her legs couldn't get any wider.
She couldn't fuck her pussy on any more dick than she was fucking it
on, and Jerri couldn't get enough of that sight - or close enough.

I broke Jerri's concentration by handing her the camera and saying,
"Be sure to get her face in the frame."

Ann understood the implication right away. You could see it in her
face - thrill and dread mixed. Jerri wasn't as quick to catch on. At
least I didn't need to show her how to operate my antique Brownie. All
I had to do was kick her to get her head out of her ass. Oh yeah!

Jerri brought the camera up and zoomed in on the fucking cunt, then
scooted back a bit to get the face in the frame. Ann said, "Jerri,
what are you doing?"

"Just getting a few pictures. Smile."

[FLASH]

"Jerri, what are you going to do with those pictures?"

Jerri went to advance the film and discovered she was taking pictures
with an empty camera. She started to tell me there was no film in the
camera, but got kicked. The kid catches on eventually. Her mom asked
the question again. Getting low to shoot from the floor, allowing her
to get closer to the genitals while keeping the face in the frame,
Jerri said, "Nothing...smile."

[FLASH]

"Jerri, if those pictures ever get out, I'll be ruined."

Jerri moved to the side to get a profile shot, saying, "They won't get
out. Look at the camera, Mom."

[FLASH]

"I'm serious, Jerri. If those pictures ever got out, they would get
copied and end up all over the place. I would be totally ruined."

Going back between Dad's legs to get a close-up of the genitals, Jerri
said while focusing and zooming, "I know. Hold your cunt lips open.
Move your cunt to the end of his dick and hold there for a sec."

Ann followed directions. I knew she would give Jerri all the blackmail
material she wanted while protesting every shot, but she surprised me
by not protesting this one, nor the next, which was just as bad, cock
all the way in. She made no further protests while following every
direction. She was no longer fucking; she was posing. She even got
back in her original position for a few with her cheeks pulled apart.
She kissed with Mom, and posed nursing Mom, squeezing a tit into her
mouth. She nursed on Mom. She leaned way over to lick Mom's pussy and
posed for a shot of her smiling lips sucking Mom's clit out of the
gash.

After that, Jerri directed Dad and Ann in a series of fuck positions
from the Kama Sutra or Gymnastics Quarterly. Ann sure was a limber
bitch and very photogenic. She sucked, she fucked, she took muscle
cock up the ass like a seasoned asshole whore. That impressed the fuck
out of Jerri. Too bad we had no film to capture the moments on. Jerri
took ten or twelve of Mom and Ann getting it on the way Jerri and I
were there to do but didn't. She took another ten with Dad and Mom
fucking Ann - one fucking her pussy, the other fucking her face.

I don't think Ann gave it any thought, but that was one hell of a long
roll of film. Jerri ran the battery down and had to stop. She must
have fired off fifty flashes. She wore her mother out by having her
hold so many obscene poses. We were an hour into this monkey fuck and
they were still going strong. Now, they were fucking the shit out of
her and glad we were finally through with that camera bullshit, which
they didn't quite understand but assumed I must have my reasons.

Mom couldn't wait to get me aside. She finished first, then got off
Ann's face to march me into the kitchen by the elbow. When we got
there, she grilled, "What the fuck was that all about?"

I told her the story. She caught on quickly. I was now a very smart
cookie. We now needed to decide where to go from here. For that, she
had to think. To think, she had to pace. She looked funny pacing in
the kitchen with no clothes on with a bald pussy. I don't know why
that struck me so funny, but I couldn't help laughing. Mom stopped
pacing and said, "What's so damn funny?"

At first I couldn't answer, but she splashed cold dirty dishwater on
me. That helped. I settled and said, "I'm sorry, but I never saw you
pace naked in the kitchen with a shaved pussy. It struck me funny,
that's all."

"When your belly gets out to here and your tits are leaking mother's
milk, we'll have you pace for a good laugh."

"I'll have Jerri pace with me, because she wants to get knocked up,
too."

That got her interest. She came over all bright-eyed and said,
"Really! She said that?"

"I talked her into it just a while ago. She's all for it. Can't wait,
and she is ovulating or close. I loosened her up for him. All he needs
is a hardon."

"Oh, Janice, this is fantastic. Ann wants to see Jerri get pregnant
but she's all twisted over that. She knows she shouldn't, but she does
very much. We talked about that in the car. I told her I felt the same
way about you and convinced her that we should start doing what our
pussies tell us to do, to hell with the consequences or the right and
wrong of it. She finally agreed and that's why she's here. From all I
have seen, she now wants that more than ever, and more than ever, she
is resolved to follow her pussy. If she finds out Jerri is ovulating,
she'll be beside herself."

"I'll have Jerri tell her, but how are we going to handle this
blackmail thing? She'll go to the Jackson estate without it, but that
is how she would like to go."

"I see that. Do you have any exposed rolls of film lying around?"

"Yes."

"Bring me two if you have two. Just give them to me and let me handle
this."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know, yet. Just get the film and let me pace in peace. When
you get back, not a giggle or I'll keep you barefoot and pregnant all
through college."

I zipped my lips and dashed. No way did I want to be barefoot in
college. I returned with the film rolls and tried hard not to laugh
but got wet again. She said, "You must think I won't do it."

"I know you will. I figured I may as well laugh. You'll find some way
to get what you want."

"Damn right I will, and these rolls will get me what I want from Ann.
She'll get that girl knocked up or else."

"Or else what. You'll show her pictures of cheerleader camp."

"If I have to, but I won't have to. Just the threat of developing
these should be sufficient."

"Pretty potent stuff those cheerleader pictures."

"Not as potent as sperm, dear. Jerri will soon vouch for that."

"By the way, they are finished fucking. Dad went somewhere - I think
to take a cold shower. Jerri and Ann are on the love seat having a
mother daughter talk. She had me get her a folded towel to sit on, and
she's not sitting like a lady. She's draining like a slut."

"Does Jerri have the camera?"

"No. I took that to my room on the way up while they were still
fucking. I told Jerri that you would have the film and to let you
handle this."

"Perfect. Janice, I am very impressed. You are thinking two steps
ahead of everybody."

"I'm motivated."

"I see that. Let's join the girls, shall we."

"Yes, lets."

Arm in arm, we went to the sofa to take seats directly across from Ann
and Jerri. She still sat with her legs apart. Mom said, "What have you
done with my husband?"

Ann said, "I have a better question. What have you done with the film
from that camera? Jerri tells me you took it from her. I'd like to
know why, and I want that film placed in my hand."

"We don't always get what we want, do we."

"Cut the crap, Eve. Give me that damn film. We're leaving, but I'm not
leaving without that film."

She sounded and looked serious to me, to Jerri, too. I looked to Mom
to see how she took this sudden turn to the old Ann. Mom settled back
with the film in her hand and slowly folded her arms. That is how she
paces while sitting. Ann could see the film and made a more demanding
demand. Mom sat through that then calmly said, "You are not going
anywhere until you get your daughter pregnant. That will have to wait
on Jim."

"You can't be serious."

"Don't I look serious?"

"Eve, she's ovulating. I can't allow this to go on, not while she's
ovulating. Please be reasonable. Fun is fun, but this would be sick,
knocking up a girl her age just for perverted thrills. I'm sorry, but
I can't let you do that."

Ann was serious. This was no bullshit. I felt like telling Ann the
film was bullshit, but Mom would kill me. I sat there and watched Mom
threaten, "You see that Jerri gets good and pregnant and stays that
way, or this film gets developed, the prints photocopied, and your
pornography gets tossed to the four winds. I will mail a set to your
parents, and I will personally hand a set to the reverend. I'm sure he
will call you in for a private consultation. I wouldn't bother wearing
panties for that one, and do shave extra close for his holiness."

"Eve, you wouldn't dare send those pictures to my parents!"

"Oh wouldn't I. We have big plans for you and your lovely daughter,
big plans."

"Exactly what are your plans?"

Mom told her exactly what the big plans were. Ann hung on every word
with her mouth open. Ann never dreamed a scenario such as Mom
described in minute detail. She couldn't believe the things Mom was
telling her, but Mom kept reassuring her that it was the truth, the
whole truth, and nothing but the truth. This was real and she had best
accept the reality.

Mom finally convinced Ann that the threat was real, the blackmail was
real, and there was no getting out of it. When that fully sank in, you
could see the excitement in nipples so hard they could etch glass with
a clit that throbbed between puffy lips like a skinned rodent trying
to squeeze out. The clit seemed to be prying the lips apart, and the
parting lips appeared to be pushing out on thighs. She gradually sat
back offering us a fantastic beaver with her arms limp at her sides -
abject surrender if you read elementary body language.

Mom is an expert at reading a persons body language, so she easily
understood what Ann had to say, and said, "That cunt no longer belongs
to you. That cunt now belongs to Phil Jackson. The womb goes with it,
as does everything that ever emerged from that womb. Phil now owns
your daughter and can do with her as he pleases. You have no say in
the matter, is that understood?"

Ann nodded, but Mom wanted a verbal response. Ann swallowed hard,
looked to Jerri, then back to Mom to say quite convincingly, "Yes, I
understand. I won't give you any trouble, not as long as you hold
those pictures over me. I will obey Phil in every way, and I will
personally tell him that he is free to do with her as he pleases, that
I will respect his property rights to me and to Jerri. I won't fight
you, Eve. I have too much to lose to fight."

"Good, now lie there while Jerri sucks on that sloppy cunt of yours.
Don't move a muscle or say a word. Just lie there and watch her
sucking on your cunt. I want to see you nurse the little whore on your
fucked crotch - one whore nursing another."

Ann loved that directive, and Jerri didn't need to be called twice to
dinner. She wanted at that juicy beaver. She got in place and went
right for the clit. Ann fought the impulse to grab her by the ears and
fuck her pretty face for her. Instead, she laid there and watched
Jerri eat pussy, lap pussy, and dig deep for the gooey wads of fuck
therein. Ann loved nursing Jerri at the crotch. Keeping still was the
hard part. I couldn't do it, not if Jerri were eating a fucked cunt
the way she was. That would drive me up a fucking wall. It drove Ann
up a fucking wall, too, but there was no wall to go up - just cushions
to grip. She looked like a small albino monkey trying to pass a large
peach pit.

Dad came in from a shower and grew a hardon watching that sight. He
appeared ready and so did the pussy, so Mom told him to fuck it and
cum in it. This time, he went in, not easily, but with effort he
managed to get all nine inches in. After a short breather, Dad took
Jerri by the slender hips and began fucking her like a miniature
whore, lifting her knees off the floor, driving her face into her
mother's cunt, thrilling the mother. He thrilled the daughter, too.
This was no poodle poke. This was a real fucking with the real McCoy.
He had Jerri gripping her mother's inner thighs the way her mother
gripped seat cushions. That had to hurt.

[By the way, my name is Janice McCoy. I suppose I should have
introduced myself in the beginning, but I couldn't wait to tell you
this story, and it is all true - swear ta god.]

For me, the best part was watching Ann. For Ann the best part was
watching Jerri get fucked. For Dad, the best part was watching his
cock move in and out of that cute little pussy. For Mom, the best part
was my cheerleader camp pictures. With those, she owned two very fine
whores. I wondered how long it would take her to realize what she'd be
giving away when she could loan them to Phil and own them the rest of
the time.

I was still two steps ahead of her. It took her two minutes to lean
over to me and whisper, "Christ, Janice, do realize that I own that
woman - the child, too?"

I leaned to her and said, "I realized that two minutes ago. I'm still
two steps ahead. Precious gift, aren't they?"

"Fuck that. I like Phil, but not that much. He's not getting you,
either. I own all three of you. I'll let him borrow the three of you,
but I'm keeping the papers on you bitches. If you were really two
steps ahead, you'd be on your knees sucking my cunt right now."

I can take a hint, but I would have rather watched the cum scene. I
watched a cum scene, my mom's. My field of vision filled with cunt in
motion, but I heard another cum scene as Ann cried out, "Cum in her
cunt, Jim, cum deep in her cunt. Oh god, yes, flood her womb with your
sperm!"

By the time I got to look back at the scene, it was all over. He had
driven Jerri into her mother's arms. Ann held Jerri by the ass cheeks,
pulling her in and open. Dad collapsed over Jerri and kissed with Ann.
I saw one of Ann's most passionate kisses before Mom dragged my head
back to her beaver. I knew she'd be a demanding owner. She always was
a bossy bitch.

Before I got buried in pussy again, I saw a problem. Dad and Ann were
more than sexually attracted to each other. I got a hint of that
earlier in the evening, but that kiss spoke volumes. I was sucking on
a jealous woman. Dad didn't know the pictures weren't real. He knew
nothing about the blackmail. Mom couldn't boss Ann around without him
going, "What the fuck?" So she sat there and ground my face into her
cunt, which was beginning to piss me off.

There are some things about my mother that make me hate her, and all
of those things were coming out. Old hatreds were coming back. Old
attitudes were coming back, such as not wanting a big belly. I still
wanted everything else, but that sucked, and I came to realize that
she wanted that for her own jollies. Ann did, too, but Jerri wouldn't
be getting pregnant if Mom didn't do a number on Ann's head.

I kept getting madder and madder. Mom had set the film at her side so
she could grind my face and hold my head to do it. That film was her
power base. I slyly reached around, got the two rolls, brought them
under me and pulled the film strips out, fucking up all my dumb shots
taken at cheerleader camp which would save me $10.50 now that I
couldn't develop them.

I broke free of mom and stood with the film strips dangling.
Everything stopped. Everyone looked at me. I moved to a point where
everyone could see me and I could see everyone and said, "Ann, you're
free. Mom, you are a bitch, and you are an ignorant bitch if you think
you can knock my ass up for shits and giggles. Furthermore, if Jerri
is pregnant, you are paying for the abortion. This is all your doing.
If you don't want to accept responsibility and act responsibly, fine,
we'll just go see the school guidance counselor and see what she
advises in a situation like this. Odds are, she'll advise prosecution.
She always advises prosecution in cases like this. Don't you even
think about threatening me, punishing me, or raising your voice to me.
You raped me; Don't fuck with me."

With that, I dropped the film and marched up to my room. I did not
flounce and flop like a giddy schoolgirl. I walked in and sat down on
my bed like a girl who did the right thing but the house would burn
down because of it. I wasn't far off. All hell broke loose downstairs,
mostly between Mom and Dad. That didn't end until she stormed out with
a "FUCK YOU!" I heard Ann and Jerri leave not long after that. I
expected company.

I expected naked company, but it came fully dressed and five minutes
late, looking sober and somber, not sure he'd be welcome. I love my
daddy very much. He's a good man, a horny man, but that's good. That
was still good. I was still dressed in the outfit I wore over to
seduce Ann. I was looking fine but feeling naked compared to him. Sex
wasn't on his mind. Hell, he had just gotten off twice. He asked if he
could come in. I said sure. He asked if he could sit beside me. I
patted the spot. He sat and took my hands in his.

Dad looked into my eyes with a serious look and said, "Janice, I let
you down in the worst way a father could. When you needed me most, I
wasn't there for you. Worse than that, when you needed me most, I
screwed you. I'll never forgive myself for doing that. Honey, when it
comes to sex I'm weak, the weakest, no backbone whatsoever. All I
could think of was one thing, seeing you naked. Anything that advanced
that cause was good; anything that interfered was bad. Supporting your
mother was good in that regard. I will never regret having seen you
naked. I will always treasure that memory, but..."

I stopped him with my fingers to his lips and said, "Shush. I know
what you are going to say. Don't say it. I don't want to hear it. If
you think you can make me feel bad about the sex we had, forget it. I
don't. I won't ever. I refuse to. I'm sorry, but I see you as a sex
object. I know you are weak, now I know your weakness. When I want
you, I know I can have you. Live with that."

He grew a big happy-daddy smile, then leaned in and kissed me. It was
a father/daughter kiss, but very nice. When he eased back, he said,
"Honey, I can live with that. Frankly, I was hoping to get that
response from you. I don't think what we did is wrong at all. That was
the most beautiful sexual experience of my life. I will always
treasure that. I will never regret that. As for you knowing my
weakness - sweetheart, my weakness is you. It has always been you. It
will always be you. Snap your fingers, I'll crawl to you on my belly,
and crawl over Ann and Jerri to get there."

"Daddy, you're going to make me cry...see, you did, but that was so
sweet. You are amazing. You know exactly what to say. You knew exactly
what I needed to hear, but there is no way I would ever snap my
fingers at you. I have far too much respect for you to ever do
anything like that. No, when I need you, I want to let you know with a
kiss."

"I'll be looking forward to your special kisses. Janice, your mother
and I are getting a divorce. It's long overdue. The sooner the better.
Ann is also filing for divorce. That, too, is long overdue. Ann and I
have been in-love with each other for over ten years. We have both
known it and felt it but never spoke about it. We never did anything
about it. This evening was a watershed event for us. The damn broke.
It all came pouring out. We want to be together forever. She is going
to get a few things and she'll be coming right back. Jerri is waiting
downstairs. She wanted to come up and talk to you, but I asked her to
let me see you first. She wants to live with us and be her mother's
maid of honor. Janice, don't be offended, but I would like you to be
my best man. I wouldn't want anyone else at my side. It must be you or
no one."

Oh fuck, did I ever burst into waterworks. Every positive emotion I
could feel burst over me and came out in the form of blubbering tears.
I don't know what he thought, but he was there for me, holding me,
rubbing my back, kissing my forehead and cheek. God, I loved that man,
and I loved Ann, and Jerri. We would all be a family, and Jerri and I
would be real sisters.

I suddenly got all happy and pushed free of his embrace to say while
wiping tears, "I'll be your best man even if I have to dress like one
and get my hair cut short. I wouldn't miss this marriage for the
world. Jerri is excited isn't she?"

"She's on a cloud. She's dying to see her sis. Would you like me to
send her up and leave you two alone for the evening?"

"You just want us to leave you two alone for the evening."

He smiled and said, "Just for one evening. After that, I want you
girls to remember how weak I am. I'm sure Ann won't mind. We'll be
going to the Jacksons together. She'll get plenty of everything."

"What about us? Can we go?"

"Of course. We'd like to be a good Jackson family, but you won't go as
whores. I won't allow that."

"Well, you had best make an exception for your bride."

"What do you mean?"

I explained all I knew and this made him smile. I got the impression
that whore wouldn't be a problem for this marriage. His smile grew
bigger as he said, "I can't believe how perfect she is for me. A whore
is exactly what I want."

"Soulmates. That's what you two are, you're soulmates."

"I believe so. I see two more soulmates, and saw it years ago. You and
Jerri."

"How can that be? We're both girls."

"In this life you are. You are usually a man. She is usually a woman.
This time, you tried something new just for shits and giggles."

"So, you believe in reincarnation."

"Always have. Your mother is the Christian. She'll go back to that and
be more pigheaded and self-righteous than ever. Now that she has seen
Satan, she can describe him better - Hell, too."

"She tried to make it better with my ass. Screw her."

"She's still your mother, Janice."

"I know. We'll work this out, but if she ever thumps her Bible in my
face, I'll lick her cunt for her."

"You think that will stop her from thumping?"

"No, she'll just stop while she cums. I don't care. I see through her.
Like you say, she's still my mom. We all have our cross to bear, but I
have my sexy daddy and my Pulsating Pussy Pleaser 5000 that he gave
me."

He kissed my nose and said, "Best investment I ever made. I'll have to
get one of those for my other daughter."

"Give her Mom's. That'll chap her ass."

"The bitch took it with her. She grabbed that and a toothbrush."

"She's no dummy. You must take care of the holes. You should have
tossed her the enema bottle."

"Don't think I didn't want to along with a gallon bottle of muriatic
acid and a cork."

We had a good laugh, kissed in parting, then Jerri flew into my room
and into my arms. We rolled on the bed and laughed...then we stopped
with me on top, looking into her eyes. All we did was breathe and look
deep. I finally said, "Dad thinks you and I are soulmates."

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. What do you think?"

"I think he's right. I know you from somewhere, only not as a girl.
You look like a girl, but deep down you are a guy. You always get on
top. You always lead when we dance. When we used to pee on ant hills,
you always peed standing up. I always squatted."

"Only an idiot squats over an ant hill."

That cracked her up. I knew it would. She squatted too low several
times, lost footing and sat once. That was the day we did fire ants.
That was the last day we did fire ants. I carried her like a man,
ignoring the ants biting me. Yes, there was a man in me. I have felt
that man all my life, but I never felt or acted like a Tomboy. I love
being a girl, but that might be because it was something new. Fuck,
who knows. I kissed my sis, and she kissed me back. In this life, we
were bosom buddies, and I had the bosoms.

The End

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