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                               Sex Slave Daughter
                                  By: Tiffany

                                  HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

I have a very sexy neighbor and was sure I'd be lying under him before long,
but it wasn't me he wanted. He wanted my sexy daughter, Crissy, all of
sixteen, but just barely sixteen, looking more like fourteen. I couldn't
blame the guy, or any guy, but my sexy neighbor was old enough to be her
grandfather and appeared to be way too big for any petite girl of sixteen
tender years and virgin. I was sure she was virgin, and was just as sure she
was about to be an ex-virgin if Karl remained a neighbor and she continued
flirting.

Karl was cool and crafty. He befriended me before starting anything with
her. We were coffee buddies a few weeks after he rented the other half of
the duplex Crissy and I shared. At first, I was sure I had found someone
convenient to take the ache from between my formerly married legs on a
regular, non-committal basis, but that never happened, or even came close to
happening, though I don't think I could have been more obvious had I enjoyed
coffee and conversation in the nude while masturbating with a toilet
plunger.

At first, I thought he might be gay, but it soon became obvious that he
wasn't gay around Crissy. She could brush past the table in jeans and sweats
right after a shower and he'd get hard. She once came out wearing a towel. I
thought he'd bust right out of his jeans. She acted like she didn't know a
man was in the apartment, but I know that little prick tease. She knew and
was quick to check his crotch to see if he liked her. She was slow to leave
after seeing how much he liked her. She never saw any man like her that
much. What was not to like. The towel was skimpy, and Crissy was busting out
all over with enough pristine young flesh showing to arouse a Pope at a
state funeral.

I felt like yanking that towel and making two people very happy...three if
you count me. I would like to have seen their reaction. Seeing Karl in the
presence of a naked Crissy would have been interesting to say the least.

For days after that event, I often thought about that scene or scenes like
that. I began fantasizing scenes that were even better with a naked Crissy
casually going about while Karl and I chatted, him unable to keep his eyes
off her gorgeous young body and her doing her best to keep her gorgeous
young body in his full view, showing off those parts a man like Karl would
most want a good look at - tight virgin pussy.

That girl has a pussy that makes a woman, even a mother, want to grow a
dick. My pussy was never that good looking. She has pubic hair, but you have
to look hard to tell. There isn't much and what she has is fine and light.
She has a puffy little split-peach of a pussy that needs a dark-full bush to
hide behind. She has a pussy that shows quite well even in a swimsuit with a
liner. Her well-defined pussy pouch used to bother her, but during the
summer of her fifteenth year, she removed the liner. I suspected as much
right away. You could tell she was a girl from across a large community
pool. She was awfully popular but was only into showing pussy through thin
fabric and having her top pulled down to free her cute C-cup titties with
powder-pink, button nipples. She came close to getting her precious cherry
popped in the pool.

At sixteen, Crissy was ready for sex but wanted to be a virgin at the altar,
a goal I never instilled in her but thought was admirable. I wished her
luck, but I couldn't hold out to age seventeen and didn't see how she
possibly could, not as good as she looked and loving to show her stuff as
much as she did. She'd go to school naked if the dress code permitted
nudity. She had her swimsuit pulled completely off at least a dozen times
over the summer, and she was in heaven each time. This doesn't count the
hundred or so times she was fully exposed by someone yanking her bottoms
down after a buddy had stolen her top. This was big sport at the community p
ool.

The lifeguards loved her, but the pool matron banned Crissy from the pool in
early August. She saw right through the little tease. Crissy had all the
guys fooled, but she didn't fool Greta Gadfrey or me. I would have fought
the expulsion, but would have felt foolish fighting for Crissy's right to be
stripped naked at a public pool.

I knew Crissy would be easy for a guy like Karl. Smooth, handsome, and hung
was too much for Crissy. Getting pussy off of Crissy would be like taking
candy from a baby who was sick of candy. I knew that Crissy had to be sick
of her cherry and feeling the weight drag her down. That hymen weighed heavy
between her coltish legs - the last remnants of a girlish figure. The urge
to mate grows very strong in a girl of sixteen. I knew the signs. She had
them all, including a pussy that gave her fits. Some lucky stiff was sure to
score. More and more, I thought, "Why not Karl?"

That was a crazy thought, at first, but that crazy thought would not go
away. I ended up masturbating to images of Karl fucking Crissy. In time, I
could think of no two humans I would rather see fucking, and I do love
watching two attractive humans fuck. My ex took our smut collection with
him. I missed the smut. We had some good smut but nothing as good as a
fifty-year-old, hung hunk fucking a drop-dead gorgeous little girl of
sixteen who looked all of fourteen. I knew that Karl, if ever given the
opportunity, would fuck the stuffings out of my little cotton-tailed bunny.

We often talked about Crissy, especially after that towel stunt, which he
also saw as a blatant act of exhibitionism. She was that obvious but didn't
think she was, just as she didn't think she was obvious at the pool while
chasing brats in the nude, standing at the side of the pool with her hands
on her hips yelling for them to give her suit back. Right, that works - NOT.
Sure is a good way to show everyone with an interest what you've got. Very
few were not interested. Even I was interested. Naked, that girl is
something else. She had that Greta bitch drooling. That poor dyke did not
want to get rid of that juicy morsel. She had to.

In our morning talks following the towel incident, I often told Karl that
what Crissy needed was a good fucking. We often told each other dirty jokes
and stories, so my use of vulgar language was not out of place. Sex was all
we talked about, but that was all we did - talk. It should have come as no
surprise that, one day, he would look me right in the eyes and say, "I'm
going to fuck your daughter." I should not have been surprised, but was, and
it was mostly that he would put it that way instead of posed as a question,
as in, "May I fuck your daughter? - Please may I?"

He threw that gauntlet down, then sat back wearing a smug grin. I thought,
"What nerve!" At first, I didn't respond. I took a long sip of coffee while
studying him. When I set the cup down, I calmly said, "Just how do you
propose to go about doing that?"

He smiled and said, "Slow and easy."

I thought about that. Slow and easy would do the job, but I didn't think
he'd have to go too slow, not with Crissy. She was already interested in
him; at least, in what he had between his legs. We knew he was packing. I
estimated ten to eleven inches. I'm sure she had her own estimate. He was
thick all over. I assumed he was thick there, too. I felt like asking how he
intended to get her ready to receive such a tool, but we weren't that
intimate. We had never discussed his tool, though we had discussed Crissy's
pussy - tits, too - ass, too. In hindsight, I did quite a sell job, though
in all honesty, I wasn't selling - not consciously. I just knew he was
interested and knew what everything looked like from many angles, even
beavers. He knew all about her pool shows.

I took another long sip while debating my next response, reminding myself
how much I'd like to see fucking while also reminding myself that the kid
was my fertile and unprotected, virgin daughter. He never mentioned condoms
and didn't seem the type to give a shit. Then again, I didn't want to see a
rubber fuck. I wanted to see cum running down her legs from a pussy that
looked like a tunnel of lust. I love a good cum scene, and fuck pouring down
sexy legs always gets to me. No legs are sexier than Crissy's. I always
imagined him fucking her hard and creaming her good, pumping her little
pussy full of cum. I imagined that again while peering back at him over the
rim of my cup.

He smiled like he could read my thoughts and said, "I am going to fuck your
little girl. I'm going to use my entire cock and cum in her pussy. If she is
cherry, I'll let you know."

I set my cup down and studied him before saying, "I'm sure she's cherry. She
would tell me if she wasn't."

"Then, she'll tell you that I fucked her and came in her pussy."

"I doubt that, but she'll tell me someone did. If she allowed you to fuck
her, she'd protect you. She knows I won't pry, not even if her fucker is an
adult who uses no protection and refuses to pull out in time. If you are
thinking of taking it, she might go straight to the police. That's not a
threat. I just know her."

"I appreciate the tip, but I have no intention of taking anything. When
she's ready, she'll give it to me, but after that, it'll be mine. She'll
spread her legs for me anytime I want to fuck her, and she'll take the load
every time. I'll be fucking that little honey six to eight times a day."

God, I love a cocky man. My pussy got very wet and envious. I thought about
him fucking her six to eight times a day, cumming in her fertile and
unprotected pussy six to eight times a day. The very idea should have made
me cringe because we were talking about raw fucking without regard to her
getting pregnant. That would do the job nicely. I knew he wanted her fertile
and unprotected. I just knew it. He had that look about him, like he'd get a
big kick out of knocking her young ass up and be very disappointed if I took
steps to see that she was protected. Oddly, I had no desire to protect her.

At this point, I did a strange thing. I smiled and said, "You'll get her
pregnant if you screw her that often, each and every day."

He smiled back and said, "I think she'd look cute pregnant, don't you?"

"She'd look cute getting pregnant."

His eyebrows lifted on hearing this. He smiled bigger and said, "Would you
like to watch me fuck your daughter's little pussy? [I didn't reply, but did
by expression] Would you like to see what I'll be fucking her with?"

Now, he had my eyebrows lifted. I looked to his obvious erection and said,
"Would you mind?"

"Not at all."

With that, he stood and dropped his pants and underwear, freeing a monster -
an eleven-inch muscle cock that I'd have to strain to take. He stood right
before me with that throbbing truncheon bobbing within reach. I had to
reach - with both hands. God, what a cock! No way could Crissy take a cock
that big. His fuck club was all muscle and grew thicker toward the base. My
hand couldn't close at the base or the head, not by an inch. He had a cock I
could swing from, and so smooth, and so hot, and so god damn delicious
looking. I had to suck on it.

I made a fool of myself over that man's cock. I worshipped that cock. He let
me suck him off, and I allowed a man to cum in my mouth for the first time.
My ex would be very impressed - and very pissed, because I also swallowed
his load, something I thought I'd never do, but his semen wasn't bad. He
said I did real good, then put himself away and sat back down. I wiped my
chin and felt like a used cocksucker, but that wasn't a bad feeling
considering what I was contemplating. I contemplated being a very bad mommy.
Pathetic cocksucker seemed a step up.

After that fawning blowjob, I'm sure he felt like he had a partner. I was
very sure when he said, "So, you'll help me turn your little girl into a
whore?"

A whore? He wanted a whore! Of course he would. What man wouldn't? Why stop
at once? Why not go for ownership? The idea with all of its whorish
implications quickly grew on me. I might see a lot of fucking if I lived in
a whorehouse. A bad mommy is a bad mommy. Why not go all the way. I tried
not to let my excitement show. I tried to play it cool though I had a
whore's cunt burning between my legs. I calmly said, "Help you? Do you
expect me to hold her legs apart for you?"

"That would be nice but not necessary. No, I want you to keep her fertile
and accessible."

"Oh, is that all?"

"Is that asking too much?"

"Of a good mother, yes."

"You never struck me as a good mother. You said she needed a good fucking.
You said that several times just in the past three days. Did you change your
mind? Are you now going out for mother of the year?"

"No, she does need a good fucking. She doesn't need to be split down the
middle, passed around like a piece of meat, placed on sexual exhibition to
amuse perverts, and she sure doesn't need a bastard baby. Whore is not
exactly the destiny I had in mind for her. I assume by whore, you mean whore
in the classic sense, as in a cunt you own and control."

"You assume right. Her destiny is HER destiny. Your daughter has a whore's
destiny. The only question is, whose whore? I'm staking my claim on your
daughter's sexy ass. I may be the first, but I won't be the last. I can find
the baby a good home, and she can handle the cock with a little practice."

I didn't feel inclined to make an issue of her destiny, especially since I
agreed with it and wanted to honor his bold claim. I wanted to tell him so,
but thought silent acceptance was a better way. I simply said, "So, you
expect her to carry this baby to term?"

"Yes, of course. I said she'd look good pregnant - all the way pregnant -
beach ball belly, big ole titties full of mother's milk, waddling around the
apartment in her birthday suit, barefoot and pregnant. That's how I want my
whore."

I had the image - most provocative on my Crissy, though my image had fuck
running down both legs to her heels. He gave me another opportunity to
challenge his claim. This was another opportunity to show my silent
acceptance. I said, "Kinky, and you expect me to help you get her that way?"

He got my silent messages loud and clear and seemed quite pleased when he
said, "Yes, I do. I expect you to help get her that way and keep her that
way. I expect you to honor my claim. I expect you to begin treating your
daughter as my whore."

"I see."

I do love a cocky man and this was the cockiest. He even got his cock out
again and stroked it to full erection. I wanted to suck it again, but more
than that, I wanted to see that thing going off inside my sexy daughter as
soon as possible. I watched him play with his cock for a full minute of
silent awe, then said, "How can I help?"

He smiled big and said, "When she gets home from school today, get her to
pose naked for me. I'll have a camera."

"Are we talking beavers or artsie fartsie stuff?"

"Raunchy beavers. I don't even want her thinking artsie. I want her to know
from the get-go that I want pictures of her pussy, her cunt, and I want you
posing her cunt - legs yawning, lips pulled apart, lots of pink. I want
pictures of her fucking womb."

"Damn, you mean no warm-up? Just get right down to treating her like your
whore?"

"Good ice breaker for an exhibitionist, don't you agree?"

"Yes, but she has never showed pink. That's a tough order even for a woman
who has given birth in a crowd. She is only sixteen with the body of an
eighteen-year-old and the sexual maturity of a twelve-year-old. She only
recently discovered the joy of thrilling people with her naked body. Before
that, she was extremely shy. We're talking about a very intimate part of a
girl's body. I haven't even seen a good beaver, not since I changed her
diaper."

"You will if you'll help her relax and get into the mood. Help her feel like
a whore and she'll act like a whore."

I swallowed hard. This wouldn't be easy. Even I would have trouble giving
Karl a good beaver, and I still wanted to fuck him and had just sucked him
off. Crissy was a virgin, no longer a shy one, but still. That was a big
leap and Crissy and I weren't that intimate. Still, if I could get her to
relax, the plan might go very well. She might get fucked. I had to ask, and
said, "Are you going to try to fuck her at this beaver shoot?"

"If all goes well, I'd like to get the head in and give her a dose of baby
juice, yes."

Baby juice. I loved it. What balls. I smiled and said, "What happened to
slow and easy?"

"We will go slow and easy. I plan to shoot several rolls with breaks between
rolls. When she's ready, I'll slip her the dick. When she's ready, she'll
take the dick. You guide the dick, and you make it go off in her pussy.
After it does, leave it be. Let her soak while you make her feel like a
whore. With a cunt full of cock and cum that shouldn't be too difficult."

"I should think not. Christ, when I offered to help, I didn't think I'd be
the one to get her pregnant."

"I'll get her pregnant. You are just my assistant."

"If I do that, she'll certainly see it that way."

"Yes, and be thrilled."

"Or pissed a few months from now."

"By then, she'll be taking this big boy to the balls and loving every inch,
thankful that she has such a cool mommy."

He had a point there, but I didn't feel like a cool mommy. I felt like a
pervert because I knew I'd do this thing and try like hell to get him to go
off inside her pussy. She could think I lost my mind, but I had to try. I
had to. I had not fantasized anything this good. How could I? I never
dreamed there were men like Karl - or mothers like me for that matter. I
sure hoped Crissy wanted to be a mommy, but I seriously doubted that. My
last conversation with her indicated that she still held to the goal of
taking a cherry on her honeymoon. As for kids, she wanted two but not until
she was in her thirties. She didn't even like babysitting. To earn spending
money, she had a newspaper route, which she still serviced on a bicycle.

Crissy was not a candidate for unwed motherhood, but she would be easy to
fuck, easier still for a team of seasoned adult mother-makers. If I wanted
her pregnant, she would be pregnant. If I wanted her to remain pregnant, she
would remain pregnant. Karl knew this. The slick fucker worked on me to get
what he was after. I could now see how he did that. His obscene jokes and
stories - heavy in preggo themes - planted seeds, which took root in a horny
and sexually frustrated mind. He got my thinking turned around long before
he threw down the gauntlet, and he knew when he could throw it.

Though my eyes were now wide open, I was not pissed. I was impressed. He was
good, very good. He deserved to get the girl. I wanted him to get the girl.
Getting the girl was OUR goal. The girl was his, all fairly won as far as I
was concerned. I'd be the keeper of his little whore and strive to be a good
one, deferring to him on her proper care and keeping. He could sell pussy or
share pussy. He could mate her to dogs, and I knew he was into that kink.
Mutt themes were also common. I could not help but visualize Crissy making
neighborhood mutts happy. We had a slew of them, and Crissy was, paws-down,
the finest bitch within miles. How could any mother even dream of doing that
to such a sweet and innocent little girl?

For one, Crissy wasn't that sweet or that innocent. She used to be, but that
changed when a mature woman's body bloomed on her girlish frame. When the
hips filled out to match her tits, something clicked in her. She now looked
like a miniature bombshell and was innocent only because no one had gotten
to her - yet. Deep down, I knew someone would, if not by hook or crook, then
by rape or molestation. I hate to say it, but my kid is rape bait. Feminists
may cringe, but some girls are asking for it. Some rapes are justifiable.
Some girls do wear a subtle "rape me" sign. Crissy, from mid-June on, wore
two - one front, one in back. To look at her, you would swear she had no
panties on. Half the time, you'd be right.

I tried talking to her about the signals she sends, but it was like talking
to a chair. I scolded her for going out without panties on, but secretly
wished I had the nerve to do that in skirts as short as she liked to wear -
mid-thigh or shorter. She has gone off to school that way and was sent home
that way three times in the first month of school. The boys line up to sniff
her bicycle seat. She thinks that's funny. I do, too, but a mother must
sternly object to bare-cunted bike riding.

I still felt like a pervert, and knew Karl was, but Karl was the pervert I
knew and had no fear of. He would never hurt Crissy, take her away, or
destroy her life. He just wanted to get her pregnant and have kinky fun with
her. I couldn't fault him for that. At least, if she were under Karl's
perverted thumb, she wouldn't be out trolling for child molesters. Okay, I'm
rationalizing, but god damn it, I wanted to watch. Karl would be the only
one likely to let me watch - and assist. I never dreamed of assisting.
Assisting was a never-had dream come true.

Karl left but would return in time to meet Crissy coming in from her paper
route, roughly six in the evening on a Friday. That would give us the whole
weekend to thoroughly play with Crissy if things went well. I was pretty
sure they would go well if we got off to a good start. I spent the afternoon
rehearsing and shaved my pussy because Karl said he could get Crissy to lick
it. I didn't want that, but could not put anything past Karl. I had to be
ready with a very clean pussy that also looked neat and attractive.

My intention was to shave the lips, but I ended up shaving myself bald,
knowing damn well Crissy's face would be in it to the ears. I ended up
masturbating a shaved cunt while picturing my daughter's pretty face buried
in it as Karl pumped massive inches of cock into her tight little cunt,
forcing her face in tighter and tighter while a couple of horny dogs waited
their turn. Fuck, was I ever horny and feeling about as perverted as a
mother can get. By 5:30, I was fit to be tied, pacing and looking out the
window - one way for Karl, the other way for Crissy.

Karl arrived first, but I expected him first. He had a 35MM camera strung
around his neck and carried a light stand with a leather case holding film
and attachments. He set those down and came over to lift my dress. I wore no
panties as per his instructions. He noticed the shave and wetness. He never
told me to shave, not even lips. From his kneeling position, he looked up
and smiled, saying, "Nice pussy. Good enough to eat. Did you put a piece of
candy up there?"

It felt odd letting this stranger examine me between the legs, pulling my
lips aside with fingers, but it was like he had the right. I was, after all,
his assistant. I wish I had thought of candy and said, "No candy, but if you
are intent on doing that thing you said you'd do, candy might not be a bad
idea. If you think it needs some, we have a roll of Lifesavers here
somewhere."

He sniffed, gave me a deep lick through the slit, then came off saying, "No,
let her taste pussy. [he stood] I want to get her addicted to the taste of
pussy, not candy."

I was so flushed I could barely stand. I said, "You're awful. I suppose
you'll want her addicted to the taste of dog sperm, too."

He smiled that wicked grin of his, like he saw another nasty seed took root,
and said, "Why not. With your help, we can accomplish anything."

He wasn't wrong, but that would be a tough bill to fill for a girl who can't
stand runny yokes. I watched him set-up his equipment. The living room would
be our studio and my sturdy coffee table would serve as a vaginal display
table. He aimed the lights at one end - the pussy end. Watching him made me
realize that we were actually going through with this bizarre scheme and
wouldn't be beating around the bush. Crissy might enter, take one look at
the setup, and say, "Are you going to take pictures of my beaver?"

I still had an uneasy feeling about the full emersion technique, preferring
a gradual build-up. We women do love our foreplay, but Karl wasn't the
foreplay type. He wanted to get right down to business. I thought I'd give
it one more try and said, "I think it would go better if we built slowly tow
ard beaver shots, maybe start with nude poses that grow progressively lewd.
Going for beavers will be a big shock to her system, especially with a
camera trained on her."

He came over, took me by the shoulders, and said, "Shock will work in our
favor, but if you want to build to a good beaver, we'll build, but we'll
build rapidly. I'll give you three nudes, then I want to see some pink.
After that, I want a beaver. From then on, it'll be all beavers. We're here
to photograph her adorable cunt. Let's let her know that early on."

That was better than nothing. I was relieved. If he let me handle the poses,
three should be all it took. He then told me that I would handle all poses,
that I would pose her in a way that would get his interest settled between
her legs, that I would feature her adorable cunt, showoff her cunt, get him
interested in her cunt, especially her tight, virgin, fuck hole like a
mother who wanted it fucked good and proper. Shit! I didn't expect that.
Hell, he was making me the heavy, the pervert, the child molester. He was
just a photographer who liked to photograph nude models. Bastard!

He was a bastard, but a sly bastard. That would work, but it would sure
place me in a dim light if things went wrong. He was a smart bastard. I was
now determined that things go right. The trouble was, I wasn't all that sure
how Crissy would respond to a mom like that. I never gave her any indication
that I was like that, though she did know I liked watching porno movies. She
walked in on me masturbating to one. We discussed that embarrassing
incident. I defended my taste in videos. At the time, she found them
disgusting, but masturbation was okay. That was three years ago. I dare say
she wouldn't find them disgusting, now, but had no way of knowing.

Crissy did know that I liked seeing her naked. She often walked around naked
just for my viewing pleasure. We didn't discuss this, and I never
masturbated while watching her strut her stuff, but I did encourage the
practice and complimented her on her developing feminine charms. I often
told her she had a gorgeous pussy, a pussy she should be very proud of, so
showing it off wouldn't seem all that out-of-place, though I never showed it
off to anyone, certainly not a man who couldn't be in the same room with her
without getting an obvious erection. Karl did nothing to conceal erections.
She knew how he felt about her. She knew he didn't need to be sold.

When Crissy did arrive, I had a bad case of nerves. She paused just inside
the door and took in the unusual scene. She noted Karl and his camera, the
lighting, the coffee table, the odd arrangement. I doubt she thought beaver
shoot, but had to realize we were waiting on her and that pictures of her
were in the offing. Her first words were, "What's up?"

She looked adorable in a pleated skirt and white blouse, a bit sweaty and
wind-blown, but still adorable for a paper-girl. She had on the skirt she
often wore without panties because it was heavy enough to stay down in wind.
I knew she had gone off to school with panties on, but she often removed
them to do her route. She loved riding her bike with no panties on. I would
have bet a hundred bucks that she had none on. She looked flush like a good
ride on a bare cunt often produced. This was a good sign. She got some
foreplay on her bike and was headed for her room to finish herself off -
also the norm. She could see that she wouldn't be allowed to pass on
through.

I came up and placed a hand on her shoulder and said, "Sweetheart, Karl
would like to take some pictures of you - nude pictures. Would you be
willing to pose nude for Karl?"

This shocked her and made her flush deepen quickly, but I could tell that
she was excited by the prospect. She leaned in close to whisper, "Mom, I'm
not wearing any panties. He'll think I'm a slut if he finds out. Can I get
naked in the bathroom then come out? I need to freshen up, too. I'm all
sweaty and my hair is a mess."

I told her to go ahead and come out when she was ready. She was very happy
to hear that. I explained her intentions. She flounced by Karl, but was
stopped. He said, "Don't be long. I want you looking sexy, and you look
plenty sexy just as you are. All you need is nothing on."

That made her blush deepen and her heart race. Hell, that made my heart
race. The kid was hot, eager for anything that involved total nudity. She
wouldn't be long. After she left the room, I came up to Karl and said,
"She's not wearing panties. She doesn't want you to think she's a slut."

He grinned and kissed me. I wasn't expecting a kiss. He never kissed me
before. This wasn't exactly a passionate kiss, more of an atta-girl kiss,
but any kiss feels great to a female assistant. I was determined more than
ever to get another, and we were off to a great start. My case of nerves
quickly settled. I was sure Crissy would do great and be no problem. She had
that look like she gets when she wants her swimsuit all the way off.

Crissy emerged from the hallway looking as sexy as I had ever seen her,
standing tall with her head up and shoulders back. Between her legs was wet,
inflamed, and a bit raw looking. That was probably from the hard ride, but I
suspected she applied hand action to make it look better. We could see raw
pink though her legs were close. She had her clit and inner lips fluffed and
out of the swollen slit. This was intentional, a vaginal display aimed at
getting him interested in her adorable pussy. Her pussy drew our eyes. She
seemed pleased with the result of her efforts. I knew I'd have no trouble
getting her to part her legs.

I came up to Crissy, took her by the hand, and led her to Karl who sat
slowly on the arm of the sofa to eye her from nipples to knees, focusing
mostly on the area between her legs as I said, "Isn't she lovely, Karl?
Didn't I tell you she'd make a fine subject?"

Staring right at her cunt, he said, "Absolutely gorgeous. I've never seen
lovelier pubic hair on a girl."

On her own, Crissy bowed her knees and jutted up her cunt to let him see
further between her legs, showing him all of her lovely cunt hair. She held
that lewd pose while he ran his fingers through her downy hairs, through her
swollen lips, and entered her with a probing fuck finger that she didn't
expect but offered no objection to. While Karl fingered her, I knelt at her
side and pulled out on her thigh to get a good look while saying, "Is she
tight?"

Something had to be said. He was fucking her with a finger while I watched
that stiff finger slip in and out of her pussy from inches away. This seemed
like the right time to let Crissy know that I was delivering her up to a
child molester who was welcome to molest her with my blessing. If this
alarmed her, it didn't show. I think she thought I was a pretty cool mom who
did and said a pretty cool thing at a time like that. He said she felt very
tight, then eased another finger in while I massaged her clit for her, a
super cool thing for a mom to do at a time like that.

I knew we could dispense with any nude poses and do as Karl wanted and was
already doing. We hadn't taken the first picture but were already sexually
molesting her as a team. She seemed quite at ease with being masturbated by
a team of child molesters. She widened her stance and offered us a butter
cunt to work on, apparently not the least concerned with where this activity
was headed. In a matter of seconds, she turned her body totally over to us.
We could have laid her down and got on with the fucking. I doubt she would
have offered a whimper of protest. She was that ready. Raw bike riding made
for excellent foreplay. That, or my little girl really was a slut. You
couldn't convince me we weren't masturbating a slut.

Karl stopped before she climaxed, right before. I know how that feels. You
want to scream. Poor Crissy could barely remain on her feet, so I assisted
her to lie back on the coffee table while Karl readied his camera, focusing
on her loins. I took her limp legs and parted them wide, saying, "Have you
ever seen a sexier pussy on a girl?"

"Never. You were right, Angela. Crissy has a fantastic cunt between her
legs, but so do you."

I blushed and said, "My cunt was never this good, but thank you for saying
that."

Crissy had struggled up on her elbows to look at the cunt we were
discussing, watching Karl focus in close while I used fingertips to open the
lips. God, did that ever feel perverted, but Crissy wasn't the least put off
by the exposure, like she wanted everything to show and appreciated the
help. With her acting this way, I felt encouraged to say, "This is virgin
pussy, Karl - prime, grade-A, virgin pussy."

He looked to Crissy and said, "Is it virgin pussy. Have you ever had a real
cock in your pussy?"

Crissy proudly said, "No, never. It's virgin pussy. Swear ta God it is."

He smiled and said, "Do you mind if I take a few dozen close-up pictures of
your virgin pussy?"

With his lens getting fogged by her vaginal steam, she said, "No, take all
you want. I'll pose any way you like as often as you like. I'm not bashful."

She held her legs open in as wide a spread as possible, so I used my fingers
to pull her fully open, giving Karl as good a view of pussy as the view gets
without going inside. He said, "I see that. Would you mind if I bring over a
few close friends to watch you pose your sexy pussy along with your mother?"

This was news to me and surprised Crissy. She looked to me before telling
him he could, that she would, that whatever he wanted, she'd do. I saw no
need to correct him. If he could get her to perform with me, I saw no reason
why not. Her answer suggested she'd do a performance, as in a
mother/daughter bit. I went in and gave her clit a good licking while Karl
snapped off a few shots. I knew he'd like that, but my licks thrilled the
piss out of her. She didn't expect that, and I never thought I'd do that,
not this soon. On impulse, I did something I had often thought about doing.
After doing it, I had no regrets and wanted to do more. My kid was
delicious.

We shot a thirty-six-exposure roll in a variety of very lewd poses that
often had my tongue deep in the subject with my face full of pussy. Crissy
loved seeing my face pressed in tightly between her legs. My long tongue
going up her hole sent shivers through her body. She took to having her
mother eat her pussy like she had been expecting that for years. I could
never have been that at ease had my mother ever done that to me. Crissy had
no problem and even ground her cunt into my mouth. A cunt-sucking mother
didn't bother her in the least. She was thrilled to finally have one.

I got nude halfway through that roll but didn't put my bald pie in her face.
I'm sure she would have returned the favor had I done so, but I couldn't do
that without Karl suggesting that action. At his suggestion, I was all
primed and set. I just couldn't bring myself to initiate that act.

Karl got naked during the break, which greatly impressed Crissy. She spent
her break on her knees between his knees, fawning over his super cock with
her hands and her mouth. Even I wasn't that bad. If there was any fear of
that mighty cudgel, she didn't show any. It was love at first sight, and
Crissy showed no reluctance at getting her mouth, lips, and tongue on that
cock. She sucked and jacked and had to be stopped several times. The load
was for her pussy.

By this time, it was an unspoken reality that she'd get fucked by that dick,
and the load was reserved for her virgin pussy. She did all she could to let
us know she was ready, willing, and able. Ready and willing was obvious, but
I could not see how she could possibly be ready. I had slipped three fingers
up her twat, but that was a tight stretch. Karl had a five-finger dick at
the head. Her eyes were bigger than her snatch, but it was clear to me that
she'd give it her all. I was greatly relieved to see her acting that way. I
would have been scared shitless at that age. I was also relieved to see that
she wasn't the least concerned about taking his load.

I had done good and delivered a whore way ahead of schedule. Karl was very
pleased. Oddly, I was pleased with myself. He could not have accomplished
this without my help. If anything, it was my mouth that turned her into a
willing whore. I felt a great urge to impress Karl further. I thought for a
moment, then said, "What do you think of your new whore, Karl?"

Those words made Crissy take in a mouthful of cock and made Karl grin. He
said, "You said you could deliver. I never doubted you."

I beamed. I was such a good assistant and such a bad mommy. Crissy was so
screwed, but I doubt that anything could have made her happier at that
moment. By the looks of things, serving as a man's whore was a dream come
true for her. The cock she fawned over seemed to be the cock right out of
her dreams. She'd be a good whore, a happy whore, and a well-used whore if I
had Karl pegged right. He knew plenty of dirty old men that would love to
dip a dick in a cute little whore.

She wanted to serve and receive praise from both Karl and me. WE had a
whore. That thought didn't occur to me until that moment, but I soon saw her
that way and liked the idea. Why shouldn't she serve two masters? She seemed
willing enough. I wasn't sure that she wasn't more willing to serve me than
Karl.

Crissy had her ass to me giving me a good rear view of her pussy as she
sucked Karl. On wicked impulse, I slid my bare foot up her inner thigh and
entered her slippery niche with my big toe. I wiggled and she helped until
my toe was fully up her cunt. She even assumed a bitch-in-heat pose and did
a slow grind on my foot, showing me how eager she was to please me. I looked
to Karl and said, "Are you going to share your whore with your friends?"

"Yes. Any objection?"

"No. I'm sure she'll be a good whore for you. Crissy, will you be a good
whore for Karl?"

She came off the cock to say, "YES! I'll be a very good whore. I promise."

I knew she'd keep that promise. Karl knew he didn't have to waste any more
film. This slut was as ready as she'd ever get. After Karl snubbed out his
cigarette, he carried her over to the coffee table. I knelt at her hip and
took hold of his cock. Crissy held her legs wide as I got the head good and
slippery in her slit. I still could not see how this war club could possibly
gain entry, but Karl had the solution. He grabbed the head of his cock and
squeezed all the blood out, then centered and pushed. That moved the head in
past her vaginal ring, but then it re-inflated on the other side. He gave a
hard shove, which tore through her hymen, bringing forth a high-pitched
squeal. Crissy wasn't virgin anymore.

Karl gave her a few minutes to adjust, then began short jabs to get more
dick in her. Crissy's cunt lips clung tenaciously to his powerful shaft. I
never saw anything like it. I held to the base of his cock and offered hand
action while he took pussy by fractions until he had half of that mighty
instrument inside. She had all she could take. The rest would require
stretching, a painful process, but she wanted more, so Karl began the
stretching process by taking a firm grip on her hips and pulling in tugs
that made her grimace and grunt. Amazingly, over the course of thirty
minutes, he stretched her out enough to get all but the last four inches in,
leaving just enough room from my hand.

I was in awe of my girl. She was a real trooper, a whore for the record
books. She had taken enough and I was about to tell Karl so when he beat me
to it. He eased two inches out and told me to jack him off. Crissy got up on
her elbows to watch. Now, I felt decadent. Mothers don't do what I was
doing, but I did and enjoyed myself thoroughly. When he blasted off, that
was the thrill of a lifetime. There I was pumping sperm into my fertile
daughter like a true pervert, and she thought that was really neat.

Making her feel like a whore was easy after that. She helped. She liked
feeling that way. She wanted his cock to stay right where it was. Things
could not have gone any better and they only got better and better. The
weekend was one long, three-person orgy with intermissions to help her
deliver papers. We did everything three can imagine. We even did the mutts,
three, all for Crissy. She took to canines like a true bitch, and took to
pussy like a seasoned lesbian.

She wasn't too keen on being a mommy, but when I explained Karl's kink, she
got into the idea. Her desire to please was boundless, and it was me more
than Karl that she wanted to please. She came right out and told me so, and
told me that her number one fantasy was to serve me as my sex slave. For
Karl's sake, we let that be our little secret.

I could not have been happier with the outcome of this very risky venture.
It couldn't have gone better, but could have been a disaster in a hundred
different ways. Karl remained in our lives through one baby and a couple of
months into another, just about one full year, but he eventually moved on.
We aborted the second one. That was his kink, not ours, but we did meet a
bunch of good men through Karl. They kept coming back, only I played the
madam this time. In my whorehouse, the madam also gets fucked.

Naturally, Crissy and I grew very close. We were more lovers than mother and
daughter. The kid loved sucking my cunt and could spend hours between my
legs. She lived with me until she was twenty-six and I had remarried. She
also married, but she sure didn't bring no cherry to the altar. We're still
close and she lives nearby. We see each other often and she is still playing
sex slave. I'll never tire of the game. My momma raised no fool.

                             The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
other minors. PP


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