Abigail Vandergriff pushed her fourteen-year-old daughter, Sarah, to the end of the train car and the small bathroom there. She was incredibly angry to see that Sarah had applied makeup, and was determined to scrub the makeup off before their train journey resumed. Her husband, the Reverend Charles Vandergriff, waited in their compartment as the train got underway. The two doting parents were to present Sarah at an exclusive boarding school out east before beginning the long summer crusade for souls.

The Vandergriffs didn't want their daughter to feel out of place or different from the other girls at the Chesterfield Academy. They agreed she needed a new dress, just for the trip -- but, more especially, for her introduction at Chesterfield. After that, she'd wear a uniform.

Abigail was not pleased by the selection Charles made. A young lady's hemlines should never show the knee, and Sarah's showed several naked inches above the knee, a shameless exposure by their rural community church standards. Charles purchased the dress at their three-hour layover in Chicago. For the big city, the dress was simply a dress, he argued.

In addition, to add to Abigail's displeasure, the extremely low-cut dress showed bare cleavage and the naked top portions of her daughter's bulging breasts. The bra he purchased was not a bra in the traditional sense, but wired supports that merely pushed the firm breast flesh up and toward the center of her chest, accenting the cleavage Sarah already had without support. Without the support, Sarah simply had big tits on a little girl's frame -- with the wires helping, she looked positively obscene.

Her daughter's bulging breasts drew men's eyes like a dead squirrel drew flies, and Abigail found that extremely difficult to tolerate. Sarah's breasts were lewdly offered, and the top crests of each nipple showed like decorative garnish on a platter of breast meat at a Thanksgiving church supper -- which would be the last supper Sarah ever served, after being heard to say, "Care for some breast? Leg, thigh? Pussy, perhaps - or do you want some meat off a dead bird? Make up your mind - I've got a thousand people to serve."

Sarah was often quite inappropriate in church, much to her mother's dismay.

Abigail constantly pulled the top of her daughter's dress up, hoping to conceal the twin orbs of creamy white flesh capped by conical dark-pink nipples, or tugged the skirt down to hide her daughter's luscious upper thighs and the vagina tucked therein-between. Lately, this preacher's daughter had been quite a handful, but she had never been so difficult to cover up or hide away after being unsuccessful.

Getting her difficult and uncontrollable ass off to boarding school was proving to be as difficult as getting her to go anywhere else she didn't want to go. Along with all the puberty hormones that had her acting like a bitch in heat half the time, she had one hormone that helped her deal with an overbearing, domineering, and hypocritical mother very effectively.

That particular hormone made Sarah speak the truth or what was on her mind directly to the mother's face without fear. Abigail found that totally disarming -- for she would not lash out at the truth, and it was the overdose of that hormone, more so than all the other hormones, that made boarding school an absolute necessity very quickly. Sarah knew far too many truths. Hurry, Charles, we must!

Abigail was furious with Charles for allowing a big city clothing salesman to push the absurd outfit on him. She cursed herself for not taking care of that business herself, but Chicago art galleries, and their limited time in the city, drew her away. She took her anger out on Sarah. Abigail had Sarah firmly by the elbow and hustled her along. Sarah should have known better than to accept the dress -- or even try it on, she fumed.

They had ten minutes to board the train when Abigail first saw Sarah in the dress Charles had purchased. He spent their allotted funds for Sarah's new dress, and there was no way to exchange the dress for another. Abigail was stuck with Sarah in that dress, and she was not at all happy, treating her like a common street hussy, treating her the way she looked. She was thankful that her husband did not wear his preacher garb. To the other waiting passengers, they appeared to be liberal parents of a teenage girl who dressed like a slut. No shortage of those out in the real world.

Sarah had no experience walking in high heels or sitting in a dress so short; consequently, she rarely had her knees pressed together, and her arms rested on arm rests when they sat in the waiting area, not demurely folded over her skirt in her lap. Abigail had no experience at parenting a slut -- and thus found it best to play the part of a liberal Chicago mother, and would not adjust Sarah's clothes in public, or admonish her for her posture.

Sarah often showed her shear, tiny panties, and men were shameless in their attempts to steal peeks, and to study the form and features of her youthful vagina as the family waited for the boarding call.

Abigail saw the panties, along with a half-dozen men. When she got her first good look up Sarah's dress, she almost fell out of her seat. Her daughter's labia lips were not hidden by the thin crotch, and her clit showed through the almost transparent material. Abigail could not understand how her husband could purchase such panties for his daughter to wear -- especially off to an elite Christian boarding school! At times he seemed oblivious to the world around him, but he should know that world quite well, and know how a girl dressed as Sarah was would be received into that world. Chesterfield was known for being very tough on shameless sluts.

In the tiny bathroom compartment, Abigail roughly scrubbed Sarah's face while holding her tightly by the chin. "Honestly, Sarah, I don't know what has come over you lately. Your father, I understand completely; he's simply in another universe. I always thought you had more sense. I swear, you act like a mare in season. Showing your intimate parts to strangers as casually as you'd ... as you would ... oh, I don't know, but it just isn't decent, and you were never raised that way. The way you've been acting these past few months, it's as though a sex fairy sprinkled sex dust over you, lost her footing and dumped the bucket onto your head."

Sarah chuckled at the image, but it was so true. Did seem that way, sometimes. Her mother liked making a good funny and getting a good chuckle -- and that was a good one, but this was serious. She went on to say, "If you must know, that is the principle reason you are being sent away to a good boarding school while we go on this mission. Your sexual hormones are completely out of balance. You are completely out of control. I'm not faulting you, Sarah. I do understand, but at the rate you are going, you'd bring this ministry nothing but shame -- and in all likelihood, a bastard child to rub our noses in."

Sarah tolerated the tirade without comment, but was clearly not pleased with having her art work scrubbed off. Her mom just kept on getting herself more and more steamed. By the time they made it back to their six-person compartment, Abigail was ready to explode -- and since they were the only people in the compartment, she exploded, "Charles, how could you buy this obscene dress for Sarah? And Sarah, what on earth were you thinking when you put this thing on?"

Charles looked stunned to hear Abigail lash out after she already expressed her displeasure on returning from the art museum, meeting him and little Sarah on the station platform. "What? I think the dress is quite pretty. I see other girls Sarah's age wearing dresses very much like that."

"Oh, honestly, Charles. You must be blind."

"How so?"

Abigail made Sarah stand up straight, saying, "Look at her. Take a hard look. Tell me you don't see what you see."

"What? Darling, I see Sarah in a dress. She looks very nice."

"So, then -- what are these, Charles? Do you ever see girls, or women for that matter, with their nipples showing?"

"Abigail, you're embarrassing Sarah. And they aren't showing ... well, not very much. And I hardly think people will notice that sort of thing; she's a little girl. The lady at the store said the dress was a good fit. What do I know? Can't you, perhaps let something out? Or hike something up?"

"No, I can't let this out, and hiking her dress up would only expose her female genitalia in those ridiculous panties you purchased. Although, I'm sure Sarah wouldn't mind airing her genitals and showing everyone her so-called panties. A Band-Aid would cover her vagina better. How you ever made it back to the station with her looking like this without getting arrested is a true miracle from God. The real miracle will be getting us all the way to the Chesterfield Academy and getting her admitted after they see her panties. It is my understanding they don't accept whores, only young Christian ladies. These are clearly whore's panties that go well with a whore's outfit. Where the hell did you shop?"

"The panties came with the dress, Abigail. Please, darling, stop embarrassing Sarah."

"You fool, panties never come matched with dresses. She may as well not be wearing panties. The ones she has on are simply a tease. Do you realize the men sitting across from us could see parts of her naked vagina? I wondered what had them so transfixed. I stooped to pick up a book -- that I dropped on purpose -- and almost died! If she'd been nude down there, she'd have been less obscene. And as for you, young lady, how could you sit like that with all those men sitting right across from you trying to count your pubic hairs?"

"That's the way I sit. I didn't care what they count."

Abigail sighed. "For goodness sakes, Sarah. They could see your ovaries. You never ever bring your foot up on the seat when you wear a dress, any dress, but especially this thing."

"Well, I never wear dresses except in church -- long ones. I can't sit with my feet flat for hours. I'll go crazy."

"Well, you'd better try. All of your things are in a baggage compartment, and your father was stupid enough to walk off and leave your old clothes in the slut's outfitter store. You are wearing that dress all the way to Boston, and chances are, this compartment will be full up most of the way. And keep that top pulled up. When you move around, your nipples climb. Pay attention to your modesty. You look indecent enough as it is. I feel like I'm traveling with a whore going on vacation."

"At least I don't show anything in church, like some people I know."

"I should slap your face for that, young lady."

Sarah smiled. "Go ahead, if you can slap a child speaking the truth. I know you can't, no matter how much you want to. That is the thing I admire most about you, Mother. I do - I really do, and I don't see why you're making such a fuss. We don't know these people. I could care less if all of my nipples show. And I don't care if perfect strangers see a portion of my sexy pussy, when you so freely show every bit of your sexy pussy to everyone we know -- including their young children, who marvel at all the hairs that aren't there, but should be, between the sweet legs of a preacher's hot, slut wife."

"Charles! Did you hear what your daughter just said to me? Charles, put that book down. Charles! CHARLES!"

"What, huh?"

"I swear, I have never seen any human being get so absorbed. It's like you go off in outer space. Oh, read your stupid book."

"Mmm-hmm. Yes, darling."

Turning to Sarah, Abigail shook her finger in Sarah's face, threatening, "If I ever hear that word come out of your filthy mouth again, I'll ... I'll..."

"Pussy, Mother, pussy. You love to show your very sexy pussy in church. You are an exhibitionist who loves to show her sexy legs, ass, and pussy to all the people she knows. Pussy pussy pussy pussy. You love the word, love hearing me say the word, loving showing the world the word -- and if it weren't so, you would slap my face for saying so, right to your face. You are a slut for showing pussy in all it's pussy glory. Praise the Lord for great pussy! Let the pussy show .... What!? No slap. How about cunt? You are a whore for showing shaved cunt to the little children. Damn! No slap ... not even for that. What does a girl have to do to get a good slap around here -- lie?"

"Please, Sarah, please!" Truth hormone strikes again, but Charles was in another universe - thank God.

The door opened and a stunningly attractive middle-aged man with mischievous blue eyes and a devilish smile poked his head in, saying, "I believe I'm riding with you folks. If there's a problem, I can wait out here till you get it resolved -- or clear out the bodies."

Abigail, knowing he had to have heard much of that, blushed deeply as she said, "Oh ... no, no problem. Do come in. Hello, I'm Abigail Vandergriff. That's my husband the Re ... Charles Vandergriff. And this is our daughter, Sarah. We were just having a difference of opinion. We rarely see eye to eye, but we never fight - typical mother/daughter fare. Please, don't be put off by it. Puberty is having fits with her and with her perceptions of the world, which are quite absurd and grossly exaggerated, I assure you."

He smiled. "Well, I am very pleased to meet you -- especially you, young lady. From all I heard, I love the way you see the world, but your mother is probably right. Puberty will distort the view. Your mother seems perfectly normal to me, and I look for those things. I can spot a true exhibitionist from across a train station platform and get my seating arrangement quickly rearranged. You, my dear, are a true exhibitionist. It is indeed a great pleasure to meet you."

To Abigail he said, "To you, lovely lady, my heartfelt sympathy. I know she must be a challenge, and a great temptation to slap. The fact that you didn't shows great strength of character -- to go so well with your exceptional beauty, charm, and grace. You are such a lovely mother with such a lovely daughter, and oh what a relief this is. My biggest fear was that I'd be stuck in a box with some Quakers or some old church biddies. I can see you folks aren't Quakers."

Abigail blushed furiously and nervously said, "Not hardly."

"Nope," Sarah chimed in. "Fuck the Quakers."

Blushing, Abigail noticed how he devoured Sarah like a visual meal, and added, "She's going off to boarding school -- if she doesn't get arrested for lewdness, rudeness or indecent exposure first."

"Or public urination," added Sarah. "Or bestiality."

Abigail forced a laugh, then added, "Kids these days, and the girls are the worst. No, we're not Quakers. I swear, I think she'd run around like a naked Indian if I let her. I have half a mind to let her, too."

"I wish you would. She's simply adorable, and it's easy to see where she got her stunning good looks."

"Goodness," Abigail blushed through a self-conscious smile.

Turning to Charles, the man said, "Oh, excuse me if I was out of line. I say what pops into my head. Excuse me ... hello ..?"

Abigail said, "Forget it. When Charles gets his nose in a book, he doesn't see anything or hear anything. Howling monkeys could be climbing up our legs, and he'd never know."

The man leaned back to study both sets of legs, making Abigail blush, but Sarah giggle. He smiled at Abigail and said, "I'm sorry, I was just picturing myself as the lead monkey on your stunningly lovely right leg."

Abigail's face turned a deeper shade of red. He made her feel giddy, like a school girl. She said, "Oh, stop it. You're making me blush, and I don't blush easily. I know you're fooling with me. If you were the lead monkey, you'd run up one of Sarah's legs -- certainly not my old bones, for goodness sakes."

"Old bones? Those legs look mighty fine to me. Besides, all the silly monkeys would be up Sarah's legs, and I hate a crowd when I'm picking passion fruit. I'm a smart monkey. I'll still be eating luscious fruit long after they pluck Sarah bare."

He had Sarah laughing, but Abigail turned a deeper red as her forced laugh caught in her throat. He turned to face Charles and said, "Hey, Chuck, mind if I shimmy up your wife's leg and eat my fill of her passion fruit? Promise, honest injun, I won't eat it all. I'll save you some - not much, but some ... boy, he's really into that book. What's he reading, Fanny Hill?"

Abigail was startled from her mental image of the man, scaled to monkey size, shimmying up her leg and munching on her vagina. She shook her head and said, "Oh, uh, see what I mean? He didn't hear a thing. If he had, I'm sure he would have said 'help yourself -- but don't make her scream'."

"Well, that would certainly disqualify me from eating my fill. I never ate a woman's passion fruit without making her scream - cream and scream, I mean," he said, then fully extended an extraordinary tongue and made it do some extraordinary tongue tricks. "See what I mean?"

The man unwittingly hit on a sensitive erotic nerve with Abigail. Ever since she was a young teen, after learning of such practices in a book that got passed around in a brown paper bag, Abigail had fantasized the experience of lips between her legs, munching and kissing her sensitive nasty parts. The image always got her off, though she'd never had the experience.

She did see what he meant. That tongue was a scream-and-a-creaming machine. That tongue could whip cream in any vagina. Her blush was one of arousal as though deep-licked right in the slit as she said, "You're a devil, Mr...."

"That's right, I haven't introduced myself. Forgive my manners." Turning to Sarah, he took her right hand and brought delicate fingers to his lips in a courtly bow, making Sarah giggle when he kissed her fingers with a full-lipped sloppy kiss, saying, "Phil Latio, at your service."

Sarah flushed, smirking. "I like your service."

The man smirked, his lips upon her fingers. "Say, do I taste passion fruit on your delicate fingers? Have you been plucking your own passion fruit, young lady?"

Abigail's mouth fell open. This time Sarah turned red as Abigail gave her daughter an incredulous look, then Sarah turned even redder when Phil began licking her fingers. Abigail was astonished at what she saw, as Phil made an obscene production out of sucking each of Sarah's fingers and her thumb -- then licked the palm and hand all over. Abigail noticed how Sarah warmed to the lewd treatment, then brought her left hand up when he finished the right. Phil said, "Wonderful, a two-handed passion fruit plucker. This must be my lucky day."

Abigail watched every stoke of his broad tongue, and every press of his sucking full lips as her daughter fed her fingers into Phil's amazing mouth, giggling as he sucked them in. No one noticed Charles' eyes darting over the top of his book, or the jersey he slowly pulled over his lap.

When Phil took Abigail's left hand and brought it to his lips, he could feel her nervous tension. He could also feel her aroused passion as her eyes watched his lips with fear and hopeful expectation. Phil sniffed her fingers, front and back, palm and wrist. He made a face of disappointment, then dropped the left and thoroughly sniffed the right. He dropped the right and picked up the left once again, saying, "Shucks, I was hoping to at least have a one-handed passion-fruit plucker."

Abigail smiled her self-righteous smile to Sarah, then gasped when her ring finger was sucked into Phil's mouth. When his exciting mouth slipped off her finger, her wedding ring went with it. Abigail said, "You give that back!"

Phil smilingly showed her the ring on his tongue tip, then rolled tongue and ring inside to say, "Wedding rings that slip on and off easily are a sure sign of a loose woman. Your ring of virtue came off very easily, Abigail. You must be very loose with your vows -- and your virtue."

"That means nothing of the sort. Give it back."

Phil teased her by offering the ring on his tongue, then pulling his tongue back when she'd reach for the ring. Abigail was drawn into the game and soon found herself with her fingers inside his mouth, chasing her ring, dueling with a nimble tongue. Sarah was laughing and Abigail saw the humor as well. Eventually, she gave up and said, "Please give back my ring."

Phil said, "I'll return your ring, but only if you swear to wear the ring of shame and infidelity on your right hand for the remainder of our journey -- and admit that you are a woman of loose virtue."

Phil looked expectantly, as did Abigail to Charles, then to little Sarah. Abigail looked back to Phil, made a defiant face, was at a loss, looked to her absorbed husband again, then said, "Oh, all right. If it will make you happy. Besides, I'm sure my Charles will never notice or care."

Abigail looked from one grinning face to the other, then to Charles -- who still appeared to be absorbed in his book. Her heart beat wildly and her clit tingled as she squared her shoulders and said, "I am a woman of loose virtue. As proof, I will wear my wedding ring as a ring of shame and infidelity on my right hand for the remainder of our journey together."

Phil smiled and said, "You realize, of course, that I will be under no obligation to honor the sanctity of your marriage for the remainder of this journey if you do not wear a snug wedding ring on the proper finger?"

"I understand that, Mr. Latio -- as if you had been, up till now. I am sure you will be the perfect womanizing rogue that you have proven yourself to be. I think the sight of a wedding ring on the proper finger of a wife only excites your passions, so I will gladly do without and wear a ring of shame and infidelity on the proper finger instead. Perhaps that will cool your passions."

Phil smiled devilishly, then positioned the ring between his lips. Abigail caught on and brought her right ring finger to the hole. Phil slid the ring on, then sucked her finger obscenely before sucking all the way off. Abigail wiped her wet finger, looked at her ring of shame and infidelity, and said, "Honestly, you are such a scamp."

He bowed deeply, and they all laughed as they took their seats: Phil beside Charles; Abigail across from Phil beside Sarah. Charles and Sarah had window seats. A short, two-foot gap separated opposing sets of knees. Charles still had his nose buried in his book. Abigail took a few seconds to recover her composure and tug to Sarah's dress down. She looked to Phil and said, "So, Mr. Latio, what line of work are you in?"

"I'm in lady's underwear."

"Lady's underwear? Somehow, that doesn't surprise me. Are you in manufacturing or sales?"

"Wearing."

That sat her back. She looked to the obvious crotch bulge he was displaying obviously in cowboy fashion after a long hard ride as she said, "You wear lady's underwear?"

Phil smiled and unbuckled his belt. He pulled apart both flaps of his slacks, fully unzipping his fly to expose an impressive cock and large balls caressed by a thin pair of sexy panties. Abigail gasped at the provocative sight as Sarah leaned forward. Abigail pulled Sarah back, but they both stared openly at the thickly veined nine-inch shaft with the head trapped by the strained waistband, the muscular near-erect cock stretching the panties to their limit. Precum from the head of his penis wet the top rim of panty material, making the bulbous crown plainly visible. The plum-sized head, sitting atop the equally thick shaft, presented an erotic spectacle that could not be ignored. His large balls, with matted pubic hair, made a large pouch in the crotch that could not contain them.

Abigail was speechless, and Sarah was afraid to say anything -- for the truth would come out: GOD DAMN, WHAT A COCK!

Phil said, "I like the feel of soft silk against my manhood. I like the way it looks, too, don't you?"

The question was directed to Abigail. She took a deep breath and said, "Well, yes, I suppose. You do seem proud of your manly endowment. I must say, I admire your courage, your openness, and your ... your, ah, taste in panties."

"Yes, but do you admire my manly endowment?"

Abigail turned redder, looked to Sarah and to her mesmerized expression, then to Charles and his stone-like stare into the book, then back to Phil's grinning face, and said to his penis, "What is there not to admire> Your very masculine penis and extraordinarily large testicles seem like a most capable instrument for the purpose they were intended."

"Are you alluding to urination, recreation, or procreation?"

"All three, I should imagine."

That drew a laugh from Sarah, and from Phil. Abigail grew increasingly uncomfortable and could not keep her eyes off Phil's crotch. She'd never seen anything so visually erotic. Phil's was by far the largest cock she'd ever seen, and she'd never seen a cock so perfectly formed or so utterly masculine, and to see a cock and balls like that through shear panties was ... captivating, to say the least. His cock was the perfect instrument for pleasing a vagina; and Sarah, inexperienced as she was, seemed to know that.

Abigail found herself staring openly -- longingly -- fighting back the impulse to lick her lips as Phil displayed his panty-enhanced manhood, for they did, indeed, enhance, and panties certainly did not detract or make looking at anything else possible. He sat back smugly with his knees widely parted and his trouser flaps wide open. She knew if she didn't leave, she might do or say something that would encourage the bold man even further.

Phil's cock grew under their intense gaze, then the glistening, purplish wetly gleaming head popped free with the panty waistband now catching him under the crown. Seeing that enticing portion of naked cock was too much for Abigail, and Sarah started forward. Abigail grabbed Sarah and said, "Sarah, I think we need to powder our noses."

Sarah said, "Mine is fine. You go ahead."

Abigail took Sarah by the hand and dragged her to her feet and out the door, saying, "Please excuse us. We won't be long, and please don't put anything away. I am not the least bit offended, I assure you. I just need to powder my daughter before she embarrasses us by climbing inside your panties and making a fool of herself. This may take a while, so take this opportunity to get to know my husband."

Phil smiled as they left. When they were gone and the door was shut, Phil turned to Charles and said, "You can put the book down now." Charles didn't budge. "Hey, Chuck. You can stop playing your little game. I know what you're up to. You're a shrewd man. Your wife is completely fooled. I heard everything when I stood outside the door. You are a dog -- you are seated next to a hound."

Slowly, Charles let the book drop and turned bashful, guilt-ridden eyes toward Phil, then let his eyes drop to Phil's groin. Phil said, "I see you're impressed. Do you like my panties?"

"You are a very unusual man, Mr. Latio."

"So are you, Charles, so are you. So, what are you hoping will come of this?"

"Whatever comes naturally."

"Do you want to see them screwed?"

"I can't say I would mind."

Phil gave him a brotherly smile. "No, I didn't think you would. Do you have anything in particular you wanted to see? Hell, man, I'll work with you."

"You're doing fine without my help. You certainly move swiftly and surely. My Abigail has never had to deal with a man of your ... your ..."

"Talent and endowment. Yes, I know. This will seem remarkably easy -- now, what would you like to see?"

Charles blushed slightly. "Anything at all will suit me, but I would especially like to see you with Sarah -- and Sarah naked, if you can manage that."

"I'm sure I can manage that and much more. Have you ever seen a mother and daughter licking each other's cunts?"

"Good heavens, no!"

"You could, if that would interest you. Those two are dying to suck each other's cunts. Trust me. I know my cunts, and mother/daughter cunts I know best. Those two are aching. They need cunt more than cock, and they're both aching for cock."

"Well, I uh, yes...of course."

"You just keep one eye over your book when they get back. This will be a trip you'll never forget. Now, get down on your knees and lick my cock and balls while you tell me everything you know about them, starting with your very horny wife."

* * *

Abigail pulled Sarah along to the bathroom at the end of the car. They both squeezed into the small space. Abigail said, "Well, I hope you're happy with the mess you have us in now. Thanks to your brazenness and your father's stupidity, I am forced to play the role of a loose woman with a slut for a daughter. There's no telling where this will lead."

"Mother, don't you love that name, Phil Latio?"

"A name's a name; presumably short for 'Philip,' he must be Italian."

Sarah laughed. "Don't you get it, Mom? Phil Latio. Fellatio. That means penis sucking. It's a made up name."

"My goodness. I suppose you're right, but I am shocked you'd know that term. I didn't."

"I wish I'd introduced myself as Connie Lingus. Ha! Wouldn't that have been something? Phil Latio, meet Connie Lingus."

Abigail frowned. "I don't get it."

"Mother! Cunnilingus ... pussy eating. Connie Lingus. Now do you get it?"

"Sarah, now I am simply shocked! Where on earth did you pick that up?"

"Jeezz, Mother, everywhere. Where have you been hiding? Everybody eats pussy. Even pussies eat other pussies. Little girls eat pussy. Little boys eat pussy. Grandmothers eat granddaughter pussy. Uncles eat niece pussy. Aunts eat pussy. Dogs eat pussy. Even cats eat pussy if you put tuna juice on a pussy. Pussy is great eating, and everybody is eating it."

"Nobody told me."

Sarah grinned. "I'm telling you, and you can tell when I'm telling the truth."

"I believe you."

"He sure has a big thing, doesn't he?"

"Penis, Sarah, he has a big penis. And how would you know big from small? When did you ever see a man's penis, or any penis for that matter?"

"I've seen plenty, and I have seen plenty of Daddy's."

Abigail blushed. "Good Lord! When did you ever see your father's penis?"

"Hundreds of times, Mother. He finds a way to show me his penis whenever you're not around. He's not too obvious about it, but he isn't that sly, either. I guess men are proud of their manhoods, huh?"

"Well, your father has nothing to be proud of, and I am shocked to learn this about that pious hypocrite. I am beginning to think he knew exactly what he was doing when he bought you this dress."

"He seemed to know what he wanted, and he picked out the bra and panties. I even had to model them by themselves in a crowded slut shop worse than Ginger's Boutique back home. By the way, there was no female clerk. Three men waited on us, and they kept me naked most of the time."

"Sarah, I will slap your face for lying."

"I know, but never for telling the truth -- and you can always tell, so you must know I am telling the truth, because you are not slapping. You are listening to the truth. Would you like to hear more truth?"

"Yes."

Sarah grinned. "They measured me for almost an hour while Daddy watched. You would not believe what needs to be measured to get a good fit on a pair of nothingness panties."

"You are making this up! This is a true fantasy. That's what this is."

"No, I am not making this up. They were very thorough. My pussy crack is four inches long, and my clit is an inch and one-half long by one-half inch at the top, and three-quarters at the base. I love being measured for panties by true professionals. The bra was fun, too. Guess what? My nipples are exactly as long as my clit; they triple checked. All three of them, a few times apiece."

Abigail was blushing furiously, now. "Oh, that bastard! I have a good mind to go back in that compartment and show him a thing or two. If he can show his penis to his own daughter and parade her naked body in public, I can certainly show my vagina to one stranger."

"Oh, do, Mother. Let's take our panties off and show him some great Christian pussy."

Abigail could see the raw passion in Sarah's eyes. The girl was in heat before she saw Phil's wonder cock. Abigail had mixed feelings about returning Sarah to that steamy compartment. The inevitable was sure to happen. In a way, Abigail hoped it would. Sarah needed to be put out of her misery. Besides, a primitive part of Abigail's brain wanted to watch. With a new tone in her voice, a sexually playful tone, Abigail said, "You little hussy! You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Sarah said, "Why not? I think it would be fun. He showed us his cock. It's our turn to show our cunts. He challenged us."

"We're not taking turns, Sarah. This is not a game. That man is dead serious; he made his intentions quite clear. He intends to have sex with me -- you too, I should think, right there in the compartment. Right in front of your father, I should imagine! Now, I must think of a way to keep him at bay; or, at least, keep his attentions focused on me and my cunt. He challenged me. I am certainly up to that challenge."

"Hmph. You just want him all to yourself."

"Sarah! I should slap your face."

"If it weren't the truth, you would have. It's not fair, Mother. He wants me, too. I'm not a child anymore. I'm fourteen."

Abigail let her eyes roam over Sarah's body and said, "No, and you've made that fact abundantly clear. Frankly, I don't know why I feel obligated to preserve your virtue. You place no value on it. You masturbated after your father bought you that dress, didn't you?"

"Both hands. Three times, if you must know. Twice in the store while they watched."

"Shameless, absolutely shameless. I wouldn't be at all surprised if you started doing it in here, right in front of your own mother."

Sarah eyed her mother suspiciously. Her statement was more a challenge, possibly a request. To test her theory, Sarah reached to her hem and ran her right hand up her leg, watching her mother's eyes following. Encouraged, Sarah pulled her skirt up past her panties with her left hand, then slipped her right hand inside, going in under the panty waist band, saying, "I'm not at all ashamed, and I do feel like doing it again. Oh, God! My pussy is so hot and wet. Wanna feel?"

Abigail watched her daughter's fingers playing in the crotch, under the panties. She said, "Why, you ... You have no shame, Sarah, none whatsoever."

Sarah, emboldened further, drew the panties off -- then placed her left foot on the wall beside her mother, offering her mother a good view of pussy and fingers in the dance of solo lust. Abigail never took her eyes off the dance. Under Abigail's intense scrutiny, Sarah manipulated her wet sex like a lust-crazed two-fisted passion fruit plucker.

Abigail watched intently for a good minute before saying, "You may rest assured I will waste no more time protecting your virtue. You are a slut, Sarah, and I will treat you as one."

"God, I wish you would. I'd like you to guide Phil's hard cock into my pussy, Mother. I wanna get fucked like a horny slut all the way to Boston."

Abigail never heard that word emerge from Sarah's lips. Hearing that word caused a wicked thrill to shoot up her spine -- then down again, to lodge between her legs and spin her clit. Not wanting to inhibit Sarah in any way, Abigail tried not to react. She calmly said, "I may do that. I may do better. I might encourage him to spend his seed deep in your fertile womb. I hope he gets you pregnant. I hear the academy treats their pregnant girls like whores."

"Oh, good! Oh, fuck! Maybe they'll fuck me the whole time I'm there. That would be great. Shit! Mom, you gotta help me get pregnant."

"You can count on it, Sarah. I'm sure they'll be pleased to have a whore as lovely as you. I am also sure Mr. Phil Latio will love putting his manhood to good reproductive use once he gets a good look at your reproductive equipment. You do look wet and receptive, and quite fertile. He could smell fertile young pussy across a train platform. I know what brought that man. Hurry with your self abuse; we should be getting back."

"I will, if you'll take off your panties and stockings."

This request added another level of excitement. Abigail said, "I suppose I should. I can see you won't be putting yours back on."

Sarah dropped to her knees before her mother and said, "Let me do it for you. Just hold up your dress."

Abigail was both surprised and thrilled by Sarah's action as she declared, "Sarah, what's come over you? You shouldn't. Oh Sarah, this is so ... so ... "

"So cramped that you need help. Come on, Mother. We're both girls, and I am your daughter. It's not like I haven't seen what you carry around between your legs. Lift your foot."

Abigail looked down her front, into the sparkling eyes of her aroused teen. Their positions were already lewd, pressed together in the tight space. With Sarah's face at crotch level, obviously hungry for an intimate peek while blindly freeing undies from feet, Abigail could not resist granting her daughter's perverse desire. While slowly lifting her skirt higher to see better, Abigail said, "This is vulgar, Sarah."

Sarah ignored the comment and went to work assisting. She had unhooked her mother's stockings from the garter belt to get the panties off and now rolled each one down to the ankles. She then removed her mother's shoes. While she worked and studied pussy up-close and personal, Abigail held her skirt high aloft, bunching the material under her breasts. Sarah removed the garter belt -- her face one inch from her mother's crotch -- as Abigail cried, "Sarah this is most embarrassing. Could you at least have the decency to avert your eyes?"

Sarah stared at the bald cunt she had seen so often from a distance and at various angles but never up close and head-on. She continued to stare between her mother's legs, watching the lips, clit, and fleshy parts move as each leg was lifted and set further apart. Abigail groaned, "Sarah, honestly, how could you stare at that part of me that way?"

"You have an incredibly sexy pussy, Mom. Everyone in church thinks so, especially after you started shaving so close and so well. Phil will like eating your passion fruit. He'll like fucking it, and I am going to like watching a cock like that fuck a cunt like this."

"Sarah, your language. I suppose a mouth like yours belongs where it is, near a nasty place."

"There is the difference between us, Mother. I don't think your pussy is a nasty place. I like the way he called your pussy 'passion fruit.' That sure suits what you carry around between your sexy legs. Has anyone ever eaten your passion fruit pussy?"

"I don't even want to discuss this subject with you -- and no, no one ever has. You have seen quite enough of my intimate place, young lady. Any more and I will begin to wonder about you. This much interest in the vagina is not a healthy sign, not in a girl, and certainly not in a girl daughter - goodness Lord Jesus!"

Abigail held her passive pose with her skirt held high, even as Sarah boldly leaned in and pulled the fleshy lips apart, sniffing at the wide wet slit, saying, "Ummm, you smell nice down deep in your intimate place, Mother. I think I'd like passion fruit - yours anyway. I think you're right. This can't be a healthy sign. This sexy smelling cunt is making me feel very queer ... ummmm ... very queer, indeed."

That girl did appear to love the smell, and that did thrill the person giving off such a lovely scent, or musk, or whatever Sarah found so alluring. Abigail said with her knees bowing out, "From where I'm standing, it doesn't look at all healthy. I can't say I'm not flattered, but we really should be getting back ... don't you think?"

"Ummmm ... You keep your pussy so neat and clean, you'd think you were a professional whore."

"I'm sure some people think I am."

"They do, except they think you do it for free. I guess that would make you an amateur whore. They all say you're a cheating slut -- but that doesn't bother you, does it, Mom?"

"I can't help what people say. I'm used to it. Goes with being a sexually attractive preacher's wife. People will always think the very worst. Does it bother you what people say about me?"

"Heck no. Who do you think spread most of the rumors about you?"

"I suspected. I hope you realize, I have never cheated on your father."

"Yes, but you'd like to, and you make it pretty obvious to everyone else. Do you actually think that what goes on with the adult choir stays in the adult choir?"

"Despite what you may have heard, Sarah, I am not having a sexual affair with Harvey -- at least, nothing that has been consummated."

"I never thought you were fucking, but you sure like having your cunt aired and fingered in public. Everyone -- and I mean everyone -- knows every little detail of this sexy pussy. They all know you have a hot and sexy pussy that you are very proud of. People believe anything I tell them about you, and I've told some doozies."

Abigail's heart was aflutter. "Such as?"

"When we go to Crystal City to do our monthly shopping, I have to play the lookout while you try to fuck as many men as you can."

"Oh Sarah, how could you?"

"Easy. I love confirming what everyone already thinks you are - a cheating slut."

"I suppose that would be easy. So, tell me. How have you confirmed that for them?"

Sarah grinned, her smile now less than an inch from her mother's slippery cunt. "I've seen you fucking everywhere: in book stores, shoe stores, in taxis, on buses, in a phone booth, under a table in the Hungry Wrangler, in alleys, in parks, in police cars. You fuck and suck old men, little boys, blacks, Mexicans, Chinese."

"Good Lord, no wonder everyone looks upon me as though I were the lowest of sluts. Sometimes, I feel like they think I'd kneel for dogs and moan for mutts."

"Uh ..."

"Oh no. Oh god no! Sarah?"

"Well ..."

Abigail eased her pussy forward, her dripping clit a quarter-inch from her daughter's lips. "Out with it. What rumor did you start regarding me and dogs, or god knows what?"

"Mom, everyone I tell a 'mutt and the preacher's wife' story to loves it. I mean, picturing you mating with dogs -- who wouldn't? The sexiest woman in the church community, the preacher's wife, a real bitch? They fucking love it. They all love it. They hang on my every word when I tell a mutt and the preacher's wife story."

"What exactly did you tell them, and who is they?"

"'They' is anyone that will listen -- and who in our church won't? I'll describe the first I ever told. Just remember, they get better each month. I'm sure you can use your imagination. Last week, you fucked a whole pack in a crowd of onlookers."

"How many of these absurd bestial stories have you told?"

Sarah considered, every word from her lips sending hot breath onto her mother's overheating cunt. "I don't know, maybe a few dozen. Yeah, it started about three years ago. Anyway, the first one went like this: we were in the park, by the war memorial -- 'trolling for trouser trout,' as you call it."

"I call it 'trouser trout'? Where do you get this stuff?"

"I read. Anyway, as usual, you use me as bait. I am practically naked. I'm wearing nothing under this super thin summer dress that a slight breeze can lift over my head. It's quite breezy, but you won't let me touch my dress. Naturally, men gather -- and you take your pick of the cock; only the best-looking kiddy-molesters. Well, this time, the park is almost empty. It's early. A distinguished man wearing a suit, walking his large male bulldog, strolls by and stops to admire my legs. You're both discussing my dancer's legs, but it's my naked pussy you're both looking at. That's when his dog takes an interest and starts licking my pussy."

"Good heavens. People believe this nonsense? Our parishioners believed this about me?"

"It could happen. After all they'd heard from me and seen with their own eyes, sure. No one ever doubted me, never. And when I told them that I knew better than to push the dog's head away when you had an interested trout nibbling at the bait, that seemed just like you. I was so afraid of making you angry that I trapped my billowed skirt under my arms and presented the dog with a better target to feast on. I fed my naked pussy to the man's dog while you two still pretended to be admiring my dancer's legs."

"You little devil. I can see you doing that, too, you little hussy. Go on. What happened next?"

"That's the kind of response I usually get, 'Go on, Sarah, what happened next?' Well, the dog gets a big hard-on. You see it and kneel, mesmerized by such a mighty organ. The lust in your expression is unmistakable, and the man offers to breed you to his animal. We move off the beaten path into a hidden alcove where you strip naked and assume an all-fours position, wagging your naked butt at the excited dog. The man gives the command to mount, and the dog mounts you."

"Oh, you nasty little bitch. Go on! Then what!?"

"His cock is poking all around back there, but won't connect, and you're getting frustrated. You finally call to me and tell me to guide him in the right hole. Naturally, I kneel at your side, peer under, take the beast's turgid member in hand..."

"Turgid member, huh? Yes, you've done your reading. So then what? Which hole is the right hole? What, Sarah, what do you do?"

"I stick it in your slobbery cunt, the fuck hole, that's what I do. I put you out of your misery. I then stand beside the gentleman and watch my horny mother get matted to the beast. He compliments me on what a fine bitch I have for a mother, and I smile and say, 'Thank you, Sir,' while I stroke his hard cock, which he will use to fuck my bitch mommy in the ass with after his dog gets through fucking her bitch pussy. He let's me lick it for him, to get it wet for my mommy's asshole."

Abigail's knees became weak and parted considerably more. "Oh, Sarah, that's awful what you've done and what you're doing is positively obscene. Don't pull me open like that. I hope you realize that you have made me a true bitch and a slut in the eyes of everyone we know."

"I know, and they love you that way. We need to get a large male dog so that they can see you walking your lover. They should see the big prick that uses this pretty pussy, a pussy everyone is very familiar with, swinging between his hind legs. They'd get a big kick out of that, and no one would be the least surprised. You know Daddy. He'd turn a blind eye as always."

"Yes, I suppose he would. That would be something, wouldn't it?"

"Oh, yes, please do it. Do it for me, as a going-away present."

"You're not going away if I have my say -- and if I did this, it would not be for you. If I must be a bitch and a cheating slut, I'll be a proud bitch and a shameless cheating slut."

"You really liked my story, didn't you? I can tell. God, your bitch cunt is so wet."

"Sarah, get your nose out of there. OH GOODNESS GRACIOUS! Oh, you nasty little slut. Sarah, don't you dare kiss me there. Sarah, don't suck on that! Stop ... do you hear me? Sarah, don't kiss my ... don't you dare put your tongue in ... there ... and, fuck ... and lick ... lick me like ... fuck, like a dog."

Sarah was lapping her mother's wide slit, pausing to tentatively probe between the engorged lips, seeking the hole. Abigail made her daughter's task easier by widening her knees and squatting a bit, leaning against the wall for support, all the while saying, "Oh, Sarah, no -- you shouldn't French kiss Mommy's fuck hole. You mustn't. Sarah, this is very vulgar behavior. This is wicked, Sarah, very very sinful - wicked and sinful - nasty, vulgar, and sinfully wicked. I cannot permit this behavior to go on. Please don't put your tongue in me; my cunt shouldn't be kissed by little girls like this."

Abigail, however, did permit Sarah to indulge herself, going so far as to widen her knees to their fullest while thrusting out her loins in open presentation. Sarah ignored her mother's words and listened only to body language. She concentrated on getting her tongue in as deeply as she could into the center of her mother's aroused sex. When Abigail placed her left foot on the wall behind Sarah, Sarah moved further under with her face pressed tightly up in the core of her mother's pussy, reaming her quivering mother's sex with a deeply-probing tongue.

Abigail fell victim to the lurid contact, giving herself over to the delicious sensations emanating from her long-neglected pussy. The passions aroused by Phil poured out on Sarah's sweet lips and talented pink tongue as Abigail was quickly brought to orgasm. Abigail trembled and groaned out her release, then watched through dreamy, passion-glazed eyes as Sarah lapped girlie-cum cream from the salivating fuck hole, then nursed gently on a swollen clit.

After a long while, Abigail eased her daughter's head from her beaver. Sarah sat back on her heels, smiling up with a wet face, saying, "Your passion fruit tastes delicious, Mother."

"I'm flattered, but get up. I think you've seen and tasted enough passion fruit." Abigail hauled Sarah to her feet and said, "We're going back in there, but you let me lead. I will decide what, if anything, happens."

"Okay, mom -- but I want something to happen."

"I am well aware of that fact. Still, I will decide if and when. Now, wipe your face, and wipe off that stupid grin while you're at it. No one must ever know about this. Do you understand?"

"Sure. Does that mean you'll let me do it again?"

"We'll see. I doubt there will be many opportunities to slake your unnatural desires; but, if you feel you must have them slaked, I suppose we could slip into this place a time or two before we arrive at our final destination. We might do this as often as you wish, but we must be discrete. When you feel the need, we will go powder our noses."

"Oh, goody, but why not powder my nose in the compartment after he fucks you? Why hide after that? I'd like that most of all. You are going to let him fuck you -- aren't you, Mom?"

Abigail thought she was beyond being shocked, but the lurid image of Sarah sucking her adulterous pussy, dripping with another man's seed, right in front of the husband and her father was almost too much to bear. All she could say was, "Sarah, your language!"

"You will, won't you?"

"If you seem willing, he insists, and your father persists in reading, then -- I suppose I would."

Sarah bounced with joy. "Oh, I am so excited. Your pussy will be full of sperm from his magnificent cock. Yummy. I can't wait, and Daddy will absolutely love it. I assure you, he is not reading and hasn't read a single word since Phil entered the compartment. Unless I miss my guess, he is sucking that man's cock, or at least planting thank-you kisses all over his magnificent balls. Daddy absolutely loves a bold, manly man. He has never met one like Phil Latio, unless he hired him, coached him, and placed his order."

Abigail's brows arched at that intriguing possibility and a wicked smile formed on her lips. She said, "He may very well be a hired gun to draw out and expose the real me if any of your wicked stories about me have fallen on your father's gullible ears."

"They don't fall. I sit on his lap and tell him cheating preacher's wife stories and mutt and the preacher's wife stories while he plays with my tits and my pussy. He jacks off when I let him touch my clit. You're right. He is very gullible. He is now convinced that you are an absolute slut for the mutts. Who isn't?"

"Oh, you wicked child. That explains everything."

"It doesn't explain why I love licking you clean after a fuck."

"Oh, you'd like licking your mother's pussy after an adulterous fuck, would you? You think licking Phil's sperm from my pussy would be yummy, huh?"

Sarah smiled and nodded. "I want to lick cum out of you even more than I want it in me."

"Well, when we get back in there, you make him good and hard for me and I will give you what you want. You are a nasty little slut, Sarah, but I suppose I can adjust. Remember what I told you - discretion - at least until I see that this is what it appears to be."

"I'll remember. Mum's the word until Mum gets cum."

During this discussion, they gradually returned to their former provocative pose with Sarah sitting back on her heels, a ten-inch gap separated pussy from mouth. Abigail purposefully kept her beaver spread wide in Sarah's face, and enjoyed seeing Sarah's eyes feasting on her intimate anatomy as they spoke openly of fucking and sucking sperm from adulterous pussy. Just hearing the vulgar words coming from Sarah was enough to start Abigail's juices flowing again, and Abigail found herself moving her cunt forward to close the gap. When Sarah noticed her mother's renewed arousal and advancing cunt, she smiled, leaned forward, and pressed a wet kiss to the wet cunt lips.

Abigail accepted the lurid kiss as though it were due, smiled in return, and placed her left foot back on the wall behind Sarah. Then she eased the fingers of her right hand down and spread her aroused pussy flesh, saying, "Show me how you'll lick Mommy's cunt after I let Phil fuck it. Show me how you'll lick the sperm out of my adulterous pussy, Mommy's bitch cunt, sweetheart."

Sarah leaned in and drew her flat tongue up through the open slit, licking slit and fingers through a smile as her eyes remained steady on her aroused mother. Her unabashed efforts brought a smile to Abigail's face and emboldened her. Abigail pinned her skirt up under her arms and brought both hands into play, pulling the lips of her sex wide, exposing her hole to her daughter, saying, "Pretend there is gobs of Phil's sperm inside my pussy, Sarah. Show me what you will do. Show me what your father will see."

Sarah immediately glued her mouth tightly to her mother's hole and stabbed deeply with her tongue. While Abigail groaned and ground her cunt on Sarah's mouth, Sarah swabbed the walls of her mother's inflamed, weeping vagina, sucking and licking hungrily like a starved pup licking honey from the inside of an empty but sticky jar.

Sarah had Abigail in a state of delirium in no time. Abigail moaned, "Oh, yes, sweetheart. Mommy must get you some nice warm sperm, fresh sperm, sperm fresh from Phil's big balls. Make him horny for me, sweetheart. Let him see your adorable tits and your hot little pussy. Play with it, then show him mine. I won't stop you. Do anything, but get him to fuck me. You don't get any until I do."

Sarah paused to say, "Can I lick you two while you're fucking, Mommy?"

Hearing this, and getting hit by the powerful image, made Abigail explode with a drenching orgasm that made Sarah cough and sputter as she held tightly to her mother's hips and sucked the bucking twat. She stayed with the wildly gyrating pussy until the motion came to an unsteady stop. Abigail looked down in wonder, watching her daughter continue to lick at the swollen slit. Occasionally, Sarah would give the sensitive clit a gentle suck, or dip low to lap at the still-weeping hole.

Abigail could have allowed this intimate after-play to go on for hours, and Sarah appeared content to service the spent pussy. They did, in fact, languish for ten minutes after the orgasm. As it was, they'd been powdering their noses for over thirty minutes. Twice, someone tried the door, not believing the occupied sign was still up. Reluctantly, Abigail pushed Sarah's head from her crotch and set her foot down, allowing her dress to fall into place once more. Sarah got to her feet once again.

Abigail wiped Sarah's face, then turned Sarah to face the door. Abigail reached around her to turn the handle, opened the door, and moved them through, saying, "Think sexy thoughts, Sarah. Tease him. Show Phil what he might get if he pleases me. Do a good job on this journey, and this will be a round-trip train ride. When we return, I'll let you pick out the dog that will be my unabashed lover. "

When they returned to the compartment, Phil still had his pants undone, but he was only half hard and back under wraps. Charles was reading, more intently than ever, almost in a catatonic state. Abigail had seen that state before, and knew a bomb could go off without disturbing him. She wasn't worried about Charles, anyway. She figured it would serve him right to come out of his self-imposed trance to find her getting fucked, and fucked properly. Better yet, to awaken and find his daughter getting fucked properly over his lap while his wife watched or assisted.

Abigail formed a mental picture of herself guiding Phil's cock into her daughter's virgin pussy. She smiled at the image, but directed the smile to Phil as they entered. Her eyes fell to his limp flesh as she said, "I hope we weren't gone too long."

Phil smiled and said, "You were, but you didn't miss anything except your husband admiring my cock and balls on his knees. As you can see, he is back into his book, but he certainly does greatly admire a manly man's endowment. He made me feel quite welcome."

The two smiling girls took their seats across from Phil, and Sarah immediately shot Phil a naked beaver. Phil's smile broadened as he and Abigail looked at the brazen spread Sarah offered. Sarah accomplished this by placing one foot on the seat as she'd done in the station. Without panties on, the effect was stunning, made more so by the casual swing of her knee, making her tight-lipped pussy wink like a very friendly kitty. Abigail gazed on the sight for a wink or two, then looked up to Phil, saying, "Not very subtle, is she?"

"No, but who cares about subtle? Chuck sure don't."

Abigail gave Phil a lover's smile, then returned her eyes to Sarah's crotch. Sarah had moved the skirt's hem up past her mound and widened her spread, making an obscene display of her naked pussy. Abigail was impressed by her daughter's bold display, but even more impressed by Sarah's pussy. The young, tight, fresh-looking vagina made Abigail's mouth water -- though she'd never given much thought to other females and their intimate parts. The most she'd ever done was admire a big-breasted woman with envy, though her own breasts were nothing to scoff at.

Abigail openly stared at Sarah's pussy, oblivious to the two sets of male eyes doing likewise. She'd completely dismissed Charles from her mind, but Sarah could see her father's eyes peering over the top of his book. Having three sets of eyes examining her pussy so intently made Sarah's pussy fill, and open like a moist flower. Her coral-pink clit sprang up from between the parting lips, aching and throbbing with her heartbeat. Abigail found her daughter's engorged clit most appealing of all and impulsively reached over to give the distended nub a playful flick, watching the clit recoil and spring back as though made of rubber.

Surprised by her own boldness, and thrilled by the feel of her daughter's pussy, Abigail returned again and again, taking bigger liberties each time. She gradually went from stolen touches to a constant rubbing and toying, then on to pulling and tweaking of the fleshy parts within puffy lips. She appeared to be fluffing her teenager's overheating cunt, displaying the intimate charms of her daughter directly to Phil's interested eyes. When she used both hands to open the lips and display the coral pink hole, the invitation was as unmistakable as if she'd come right out and said, "Wouldn't you like to stuff your cock up this tiny hole, Mr. Latio?"

Before long, Abigail was freely masturbating Sarah's widest possible seated beaver before Phil and Charles. Sarah intended to do this to herself, but when her mother made the move, Sarah sat back in a slump, drew her legs in, laid them open, and let her mother do it for her. The virginal child was thrilled by the novel sensation of foreign fingers on her private parts -- with a very exciting and excited audience looking on at the best beaver she could offer; her mother pausing from time to time to make it better by pulling open the lips, showing all there was in pause-to-show-pussy breaks - her specialty.

Abigail was as surprised as Sarah by her own actions. She was driven on by the look in Phil's eyes and the sight of his growing cock. As her finger slipped inside Sarah's tight, almost hairless, pussy, Phil pulled the panty material away from his cock and hooked the waistband under his balls. Both girls swooned at the sight of Phil's naked, pulsing organ, especially as his fist began pumping the shaft, milking precum from the crown, getting that instrument as fucking ready as the mother got the child's instrument fucking ready.

Abigail wanted that cock in her hot cunt; but clearly, Sarah needed it more. The poor child was in agony as she squirmed on her mother's fucking fingers. Her eyes never left the exposed cock. Her spread beaver beckoned Phil's cock. Phil answered the call by dropping to his knees and advancing, cock in hand, aimed at the spread. Abigail watched the cock close the distance as Phil settled between Sarah's knees. He brought his cock to her cunt and waited.

Abigail took the hint and removed her finger. Though she hadn't planned things to go this way, she was as eager as Phil and Sarah to let things proceed. Toward that end, she took hold of Phil's organ and guided the weeping head to Sarah's slobbery opening. Phil let loose and followed Abigail's lead as she nestled his cock between the creamy lips of her baby daughter's sex. With a short lunge, he was inside, just past the head. Another lunge sank him in by three inches. Another had the head pressing hard on the girl's hymen, and a quick, hard lunge, tore that barrier with a shriek from Sarah. The rest went in rather easily over the next several minutes. Phil was fucking the Vandergriff child before her aroused parents, and fucking the child properly.

His balls would have been slapping Sarah's ass had Abigail's hand not been cupping them. Charles saw his wife get to her knees beside the fucking daughter, reaching a left arm around Phil's right hip to cup his balls from the rear while moving her head between their coupled loins, watching intently as the shaft of Phil's cock took wicked possession of their only child's tender, young, virgin pussy. Sarah was as intent on watching as her mother was, but voiced no protest when her mother's head blocked her view.

The aroused teen voiced no protest; because moments later, she felt her mother's hot wet tongue swipe across her clit. Just as the finger-play began, so did the tongue action. What started as a few kisses and licks soon turned into a wildly licking tongue that frequently tried to worm its way in alongside the cock. Sarah presented as wide a spread as possible to facilitate this effort, and Phil withdrew completely several times. Each time he withdrew, Abigail's tongue shot deep into Sarah's cunt, much to everyone's delight. Charles even put his book down for a better look, though Abigail had no knowledge of this.

When Charles leaned forward and tried to peer around Phil's left hip, Phil eased right to give him a better view. Sarah smiled at her lusty father, enjoying the sight of him freely gawking at her naked pussy being slavishly lapped by his inverted wife, her mother. To enhance the experience for him, Sarah reached down and pried her lips wide, saying, "Lick my pussy, Mommy. Lick my cunt the way I licked yours in the bathroom."

This drove Abigail to a passionate fever as she, unwittingly, put on a vulgar display for her husband as Phil took a break, stroking his cock. She had her nose pressed hard to Sarah's asshole with her mouth hard against the cunt as Sarah added, "Oh yes! Fuck my pussy with your tongue, Mommy. Show me how you'll suck the sperm out after Phil shoots his yummy sperm inside me."

Sarah and Charles exchanged smiles as Abigail dined inverted, trying to get as much of her tongue in Sarah's pussy as she could. Sarah said, "You'll have to suck all the sperm out so I won't get pregnant. If I get pregnant, it will be your fault, so do a good job. Oh, yes, that should do it. Now, let him finish fucking me. Help the nasty man cum in my unprotected baby pussy, Mommy."

Phil took the cue and moved back into place. Charles reluctantly sat back as Abigail made way, guiding Phil's rampant cock to its oily mark. After five minutes of powerful screwing, in which he brought Sarah off twice, Phil poured a copious load in Sarah's hungry twat. When he pulled out and returned to his seat, Abigail got down on the floor between Sarah's knees and devoured her daughter's spermy cunt. Charles got an excellent view of this motherly service as Abigail was blinded by young beaver in her attempt to get as deeply inside as she could. She appeared to be swabbing the girl's womb, and the expression on Sarah's face testified to Abigail's womb-swabbing proficiency.

Five minutes later, Abigail backed off, wiped her face, and resumed her seat. She looked a bit shook as she let her eyes roam bashfully from Phil's grin to Charles' catatonic book stare. She looked back to Phil and said, "See what I mean about Charles?"

Phil said, "Yes, but aren't we lucky he didn't see any of that."

Abigail relaxed a bit and let a smile form. She said, "Yes, he would have been shocked. He thinks I'm a faithful wife and good mother. I hope you enjoyed yourself. She was a virgin, you know."

"Those things don't escape me, Abigail. Yes, I enjoyed myself. How about you?"

Abigail reddened, saying, "Please, let's not talk about that. I got carried away."

"Indeed, and did Sarah get carried away in the bathroom. I must say, you have a novel way of powdering her nose."

Abigail turned to Sarah and said, "You have a big mouth, young lady. What happened to mums the word?"

Sarah smiled impishly and said, "Sorry, it just slipped out. Besides, I figured that since you were licking my pussy, and didn't seem at all bashful about doing it in front of Phil and my reading Daddy, what was the harm?"

Abigail made a stern face, but said, "I suppose. Well, the cat's out of the bag, now. At least your father didn't notice. That would have given him a heart attack."

Sarah said, "I doubt that. A hard attack, maybe."

Abigail looked to Charles, then to Sarah, then said, "I suppose you would know better than me."

"He gets hard every time he sees my tits, ass, or pussy."

Abigail looked to her husband. Charles held his steely-eyed gaze firmly on the book. Abigail said, while still staring at Charles, "Surprisingly, that is not surprising. Was the slut supply store the first time he got a good long look at everything?"

"It was the first time he got a good long look at everything between my pussy lips, but he has been stealing peeks at my girlie goodies for months now. He got a real good look at the pussy goodies in the slut store. They also needed to measure the diameter of my pussy hole and the distance from my pussy fuck hole to my butt fuck hole so the fucking panties would fit right. He got a good long look then, as did about eight other men, but I have given him lots of looks at my tits and my pussy. He likes seeing my naked ass, too. Was I bad, Mommy?"

"I'm sure he doesn't think so. I am surprised he's willing to part with you just as he's on the verge of getting a screw off you."

"I'm surprised, too."

"I take it you'd let your father screw you?"

Sarah grinned. "Sure, why not? I had sex with you, didn't I?"

"Touché. Charles! Charles, I know you are listening to this. If you want to screw Sarah, you have my blessing. Charles, Sarah wants you to fuck her. Charles! All right, play your silly game, but you're missing out on some fine young pussy. Nothing?" Abigail turned to Sarah and said, "Take off your clothes, Sarah. Everything."

Sarah smiled, stood, and stripped as Abigail kept an eagle-eye on her husband. His eyes never wavered. They crossed back and forth over lines, then remained poised in the book as he turned a page. Sarah was naked when Abigail sat back and looked to Phil, saying, "I'm still puzzled. If he doesn't stop this charade, he's a fool. This journey is his last chance for some time. Oh, well -- I know a good thing when I see it, and I'm not playing games."

Abigail looked hard at Phil's limp dick and wet her smiling lips. Phil looked at the beaver Sarah shot his way when she sat back. Under his watchful eyes, Abigail pulled her skirt up and bared her beaver. She began stroking a finger through her aroused sex as Sarah knelt on the floor by her left leg and watched the finger. Abigail smiled at Phil and said, "It's yours for the taking anytime you want it, Phil."

"I'll keep that in mind, Abigail, but I need to rest up for the moment. Let Sarah tickle your fancy. Maybe that will bring Charles around."

Abigail looked from Sarah to Charles, then back to Phil. She made a wide spread of her dripping cunt, pulling the dress off over her head. She removed the bra and reclined, naked, spread wide. Sarah got between her mother's knees and descended on the hot, pink spread as Abigail kept an eye on Charles. He never peered over the top, even when Abigail placed both feet on the seat and pressed her knees flat to the bench, even when Sarah buried her pretty face in the sloppy, overheating folds. Abigail gave up watching Charles and watched Sarah instead. Charles' eyes peered over the top and his cock gave an unholy lurch.

Sarah slowly drove her mother into a dreamy state. Abigail slumped with her hands spreading her inner thighs, eyes closed, a fixed smile on her face, put there by Sarah's tender wet kisses and long, loving slit licks. Phil's cock gradually responded to the erotic spectacle and stood tall in his groin. He said, "She does that quite well, I take it."

"Oh, yes, very well. Charles, you can forget about putting this kid in a boarding school. We're taking her back with us. I am not giving this mouth up, not even for a year. Furthermore, if you go on this stupid crusade that can't increase our congregation by one soul, you'll go alone."

Phil said, "Keep your eyes closed, Abigail. Promise me."

"Fine by me. I promise. [eyes closed] Here's your chance, Charles. I won't break my promise to Phil, but I will break my wedding vow to you, and not just on this journey. From now on, I will fuck who and when I feel like fucking. I won't try to hide my infidelity from you -- or anyone else, and I am not going to restrict my infidelity to two legged lovers. We're getting a dog. Let's see you deal with that. Come on, Charles. Watch our naked daughter loving on my adulterous pussy, my bitch cunt as Sarah likes to call it. You know how many men would love to fuck me. They'll get their chance. Every last one of them, and their dogs. Let's see you ignore that."

Charles slowly, timidly raised his eyes. He looked to Phil, then back to Abigail's crotch. Gradually, he grew comfortable and set the book in his lap and stared openly. Phil said, "Keep them closed till I say open them. Okay?"

"You have my word, Phil. He's looking. I can feel him looking. Enjoy this, Charles. I am."

Charles eased forward for a better look as Phil said, "Tell me, Abigail, have you ever been unfaithful to Charles? Tell the truth, no fantasy."

"The truth, huh? The truth is, no, damnit! That is, if you're talking about fucking. My daughter tells lies, great stories, but they are all lies. I have been a loving, faithful, and devoted preacher's wife all along. I came close a number of times, though. I've been finger-fucked more times than I can count. Would you like to hear about the most recent? It's good, and Charles knows him very well."

"Please do."

"Harvey Greenbaum. Hear that, Charles? Harvey tries to fuck me every chance he gets, and his fingers have been in my cunt more times this year than your cock has in seventeen. He's bold, aggressive -- mean, even. Hard to imagine, huh? Imagine this: me and Harvey have been carrying on a sexual affair for years, a non-fucking sexual affair that everyone is well-aware of and seems to be enjoying. We do everything except fuck, and everyone thinks we do our fucking in private."

Phil looked to Charles and could see the news was a true shocker. Abigail went on, "Phil, Harvey is our choir director. Charles is a preacher. I'm afraid we, actually I, misled you. Sorry, we're almost as bad as Quakers. I suppose that's hard to believe after what you've seen and done, but it's true."

Phil smiled and said, "Do go on."

"Harvey is a little man who acts more pious than Charles. Whenever he gets a chance, though, he shows his true colors, and loves showing off with the preacher's wife, and loves showing off the preacher's wife. He's been trying to get in my panties for years, and he's had a great deal of success these past two years since discovering my hidden passion for showing my pussy. I don't wear panties when I know I'll be around Harvey, but that's because he tears them from me if he finds me wearing them. That means every Sunday and Wednesday, I am naked under my dress - now naked and shaved, as per my lover's wishes."

"I like your church."

"So do our parishioners, but I am more responsible for filling the pews than he is. It has been that way for over a year, and I'd be surprised if anyone in the congregation doesn't know. Sarah can attest to this, as she always seems to be present when one of her little juvenile delinquent friends decides to expose me. Every Sunday, my naked pussy gets exposed dozens of times. My pussy gets more exposure in our church than the scriptures do."

Sarah raised up to say, "That's right. They get to feel my titties if they do it good, when a lot of people are looking. She loves it, though. Everyone knows that, too. If she didn't, she would wear panties and not make herself so vulnerable to an assault. I've seen her dress yanked up so high her naked titties popped out, and stayed out as she struggled uselessly to get her dress back in place. Last Sunday, an eight-year-old got his whole hand up her cunt and made a fist. She couldn't get it out and he wouldn't let go."

"How many people witnessed this?"

"Dozens, maybe fifty, but that's nothing unusual for Mom. That was a small after-service crowd, the ones that hang around for her after-service performances - usually her best. This was the best so far. She held her own skirt up past her waist and leaned back against a wall while the kid's mother tried to extract her son's arm from Mom's beaver. Hell, his mother put him up to it, greased his hand, and distracted Mom while he snuck his hand up her dress and got in. Everyone knew what was going to happen except Mom."

Abigail said, "Let me finish this. I knew something was coming. Something always happens, and I knew as soon as Gail cornered me that Bobby was the chosen one. I had my eye on him the whole time and had to pretend not to notice as he rummaged between my legs blindly trying to find the hole. The stupid little fucker found my asshole and tried getting his fingers to go in. I clamped my sphincter so tight you couldn't have driven a darning needle up there with a ball peen hammer."

Phil laughed openly, as did Sarah. Charlie stifled his with a cupped hand on his mouth. Sarah added, "He blew it badly, and it made Mom look absurd as she pretended to ignore him, trying to focus on Gail."

Abigail took over, "It was absurd, and I knew it. Hell, the persistent little shit was practically lifting me to my toes and keeping my balance was my biggest chore. I wanted to reach under my skirt, grab his wrist, and place his fingers at the right hole. Thank God he finally realized his error and ventured forward. Once he got there, his lubricated hand went right in, and I could then go into my act. You must admit, Sarah - once something happens, I act good."

"I'll admit that, but this time, you were pretty obviously trying to show everyone your stuffed pussy."

"Gail needed to see what her nasty child was doing. I was stuck. I needed her help, and she needed to see what the problem was."

"Mom, you didn't need to pull your dress up so high or part your legs as wide as you did. What you were doing was blatantly showing off your beaver so that everyone could see it clearly from all angles. You looked like you were trying to deliver a huge baby standing up, and got it all out except one arm. I was off to the far right side and even I could see your asshole."

"Maybe you're right, but they were there to see my pussy. I took advantage of the situation and they all loved it."

"I'll say. The best part was watching Bobby's mother fuck you with her son's arm, and the best part of that was watching her pull his arm all the way out, then watching her push it all the way back in while you held the pose for her. What was your reasoning for holding the pose after you were free? She made you wait before putting it back, all the while, you're standing there with your cunt wide open, gaping open. Hell, we could see your tonsils."

"I know - but like I said, they stayed after services to see my pussy. What better way to show it? I admit it. I am a slut for showing pussy. The worst part was being teased, having that wet fist held just out of reach, making me wait for it. That made me look bad, but I love looking bad when I know I am looking good and pleasing my lover. I know I never pleased him more than I did that day."

"You looked good to me. That made you look horny and hard up. Gail loved it, and she was praised afterward for the way she handled you. Bobby got carried out on shoulders. He's a fist-fucking hero. You're a fist-fucking slut, but that didn't sully your reputation one bit -- not in our church, it didn't."

"True, but you side-tracked me. I was telling the guys about my other activities. I've been showing my naked pussy for quite some time, mostly in choir practice. Fact is, I do love it. I keep my pussy neat and trim. Wednesday is choir practice day. We have the church to ourselves; well, except for twelve women and eighteen men. And a dozen-some kids. By the way, Charles, they have all caught Harvey with his hand up my cunt, and they all know I let him have his way with me. Are you listening, Charles? I hope you are, because the preacher's wife is Harvey's slut. Just ask any member of the choir."

Phil saw that Charles was not only listening, but was sitting forward, listening intently. He half expected Charles to speak up. When he said nothing, Phil said, "Don't worry about Charles, Abigail. Tell me. Just be aware that he is avidly listening with a stiff dick in his hand."

"Oh, all right, but this charade is growing tiresome. You can't hide your head in the sand forever, Charles. I'll see to that. Every member of our choir has seen my naked pussy, all of it, up close, the pink parts, the clit, my fuck hole, and usually with one or more of Harvey's fingers fucking in and out of it, or using a dildoe on it, in it, over it. They've all seen me cum on his long, skinny fingers. They all know how much I crave those wonderful fingers. Last Wednesday, they had a special treat. They saw me totally naked, and they heard me beg Harvey to finger-fuck my horny pussy, in those exact words. After the Sunday after-service fist-fucking exhibition that by Wednesday, everyone in town had heard about, being coy seemed foolish."

Sarah speared three fingers into her mother's cunt, diving back into the hot slickness of that juicy pussy.

Againl, swooning, continued. "Harvey insisted I use those very words after I did a slow sexy strip before the choir. You don't believe me, Charles, but it is the gospel truth. I'll swear to it on a Bible. Don't think the choir didn't enjoy the show. I made it slow and sexy. I played with myself while I stripped, and I even fingered my own cunt while I begged. I masturbated for them. Next time, we'll fuck. I am sure of it. I promise you we will. In front of the choir, too. They love watching me get nasty with Harvey."

Phil grew harder and soon sported a new erection. With Sarah settled between her mother's legs, her ass was wedged between Phil's knees. With a wet pussy just below his hardening cock, Phil took a moment to adjust positions. Reaching down, he took Sarah by the hips and lifted her until her legs went over his lap, then settled her with his cock resting in the groove of her sex. Sarah had to support her upper body by resting her elbows on Abigail's wide thighs. Her nubile young body formed a bridge between the two bench seats. Though she did not stop her oral attentions, even when Phil bent his cock down and entered her cunt, Abigail knew something had changed and said, "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Abigail. I just lifted Sarah's ass so I could get my hard cock in her pussy. I hope you don't mind if I fuck your little girl again."

Abigail smiled while holding her eyes tightly shut and said, "No, by all means. Fill her young womb with your potent sperm. Hear that, Charles? I hope she gets pregnant. Nothing would please me more than to march our daughter down the church aisle, wearing that sexy dress you bought her, and her eight or nine months pregnant. I'll have to let the belly out of the dress, and that will most certainly raise the hem -- at least six inches above her little cunt, I expect. Picture that, Charles. Won't Harvey be pleased when he finds out he can screw Sarah to his heart's content? Me, too, for that matter. Fuck her good, Phil. Plant your virile seed deep in her womb. This time, I'm not sucking it out."

Phil said, "No need, Abigail. This load is going in your womb."

"Oh, I like that plan even better. We have plenty of time to get her pregnant. Work on me. This preacher's wife needs to be a pregnant preacher's wife."

Charles was no longer leaning forward; he was leaning back and over toward Phil. He, in fact, had his head over Phil's abdomen, inches from the point of entry. He breathed in the scent of their unholy union, and his eyes feasted on tender young pussy stretched around a thick male member, twice the size of his own. Charles had his own cock out and was stroking it. He watched the wrinkled, pink pucker of his daughter's asshole move in and out with the pressure from Phil's massive organ as it displaced innards on entry, or tried to suck them out on withdrawal. He marveled at Sarah's nether beauty and at her remarkable ability to take such a mighty weapon so easily, so soon.

Phil caught Charles' attention and motioned for them to exchange places. Charles looked bewildered, but when Phil raised Sarah free of his cock, slid down the seat, and motioned Charles to slide into his place, Charles slid. Sarah's hungry cunt came down right over her father's erection and Charles swooned, biting his lower lip to stifle a moan. He soon had Sarah by the hips and was rocking her on his dick as Phil had done.

Sarah knew she had a new cock, a daddy cock, and that knowledge drove her to gobble her mother's beaver. Phil straddled Sarah's shoulders and pressed his wet dick to Abigail's lips. Her smiling lips engulfed his organ as the buffeting continued, indicating that Charles was no longer reading. Charles appeared to be fucking his daughter properly.

Charles took in the provocative sight and languished in the tight grip of his teen daughter's hot squeeze box. She was a natural whore, he thought, just like her mother. Her mother was thinking the same thing as she peeked. When it comes to sex, some women just can't be trusted.