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                                  The Test
                               By: Phil Phantom

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Diane knelt at the feet of a big man in many ways, but the way that most
impressed her stood ten inches tall, throbbed, leaked, and required her to
get up off her heels and stand up on her knees to get her mouth over the
bulbous glans. Her sixteen-year-old mouth had difficulty encompassing the
plum-size head, but she did manage. That was all she was required to do, put
his dick in her mouth. Her mother sat on one side of Mr. Collins; her father
sat on the other. They explained what she had to do, but that was all. After
that, nothing, and she needed some kind of guidance, anything, an
explanation, directions, orders, a duration, a purpose, a reason. WHY? A
hint would do. Are we trying to avoid discharge or bring about discharge? Is
it okay to suck and use hands?..swallow or spit?...or carry in my mouth to
the toilet...WHAT?

This was maddening, absolutely maddening. Her first real cock in the mouth,
the finest she ever dreamed, so big, so masculine, so soft yet so hard, and
the taste, all that golden precum he leaked and kept oozing, such a sexy
taste. She thought dick snot would taste pissy and revolting, but it wasn't
at all, kinda sweet, a manly sweet. Dick snot was a dumb name for precum.
Dick honey or cock nectar was much better.

Diane now wondered if Jenny McCarty ever sucked a dick in her life. Where
did she come up with dick snot and ball barf. And why does everything
associated with the vagina have a positive name - nookie nectar, clit candy,
slit syrup. And why did she always sit so close, always touching, kissing,
feeling. Diane smiled to herself and thought, "Because I have a best friend
who would kill to pull a used tampon out with her teeth, suck it clean, and
slip it back in along with her frog tongue, that's why."

That dick honey flavor had to be what cum tastes like. She wasn't sure, but
she thought the sperm cells swim in that fluid. Flavor would come from the
fluid, not the sperm cells. Cum had to be great, and Mr. Collins had to be a
mega-cummer with balls as big as his were. What a hunk her Daddy's boss
was - more a buddy than a boss, but he was still a boss. Diane had always
thought he was a hunk, and a hung hunk, but never thought about the balls
being hung too. His cock was impressive, but those balls were awesome. She
wanted to take one in each fist and squeeze till he gave her all the juice,
squeeze and suck, suck and squeeze, wring those nuts out, then suck those
shriveled nuts up through the dick, chew 'em up and swallow, then stick her
tongue down the long tube to the empty ball sack and lick the walls of the
balls, now halls with no balls.

Diane stopped thinking about spitting or carrying the load to the toilet,
now determined to swallow just as she was already swallowing some precum.
Her mind raced trying to make sense of this riddle. Given as little
information as she was given, with instructions that clearly stated that her
mouth was not to come off the penis until given permission to do so, even
should ejaculation occur, Diane knew she had a riddle to solve and would
receive no further clues. They were watching her try to solve the riddle.

This was a really tough riddle. Was this a punishment riddle? Did someone
tell her parents she was a compulsive cock sucker, a problem, a nympho, a
whore, sucked her thumb too much? WHAT?

Were they testing her? If she sucked him off, would she fail the nice girl
test? If she didn't, did she need therapy for not being a normal teenage
girl. Would that mean she was queer? Was this a lesbian test?

Maybe this was a blind obedience test. Maybe her father bragged that he
could give such an order and she would obey without question. If that was
so, she passed, or would if she could go the distance without sucking or
using her hands. Three minutes and counting. So far, so good.

But maybe this was a test of Mr. Collins? How long could he stand to have
his hard cock in the mouth of a terribly cute and sexy teenage girl without
cumming, or how fast could he cum without moving or using his hands. He
clearly wanted to use his hands, but couldn't. Diane could look up to his
face and see the toll this was taking on him, too. He was trying real hard
to cum or trying hard not to cum. It was difficult to tell, but either way,
he liked having his cock in her mouth.

This could be a test to see how long she could hold a beautiful manly cock
in her mouth without masturbating. She couldn't touch him, but no one said
she couldn't touch herself. Masturbation was healthy, necessary, and
encouraged. She had parents who often asked and would tell her to go
masturbate if she looked moody or cranky. If she weren't feeling well,
masturbation was suggested. If her door were closed, they'd knock and ask if
she were masturbating, not if she were decent. That wouldn't matter, but if
she were naked and masturbating, they would respect her privacy. Sometimes
she didn't want to be bothered and would say she was masturbating. A growing
girl couldn't masturbate too much, and less than daily was too little. They
checked daily.

So far, she never masturbated in front of them, but situations such as this
called for masturbation. When you feel horny, you should masturbate.
Sometimes, she looked horny and was sent off to masturbate. They had to know
this was making her very horny. If they couldn't tell by looking, they could
certainly assume so. If she didn't masturbate, would she be lectured? They
both worried about her being out in the world, getting horny, and not taking
care of that in a safe and natural way. Girls allow horny to get the best of
them and end up in trouble. Sexually satisfied girls rarely get in trouble.
You can't be too safe or too satisfied - better masturbate.

Diane knew she could do it in front of her parents, but they had company,
important company. He didn't understand their ways. Diane knew that they
were rare in their attitudes toward masturbation. Other girls didn't live
with masturbation being openly promoted and encouraged. Some were punished
for doing it. Diane liked the way her parents were, but knew others would
think they were strange, even kinky. Then again, the company in this case
had his naked cock in her mouth and was trying hard to cum or not cum. That
was even stranger, even kinkier. He had no right to look down on them, but
he sure liked looking down on her. For as long as she had known Mr. Collins,
he looked down her blouse or up her dress. This was new.

Five minutes and counting, still nothing and no clues. Diane was no closer
to figuring this riddle out, but did come to the conclusion that this was a
test of some kind. The big question was, is the test a serious test with
serious ramifications, or a silly test that came from a golf course. More
likely a golf course wager. If this were serious, this was way out of their
style. In fact, if this was a serious test, Diane had every right to be
pissed about it. They had no right to test a daughter this way and they knew
it. Whether she passed or failed, the test would become the issue. Not only
was this a violation of her civil rights, this was illegal as hell. This was
one time she could get pissed and they had better listen. There would be no
going off to masturbate this mood off. They would hear their first "FUCK
YOU!"

On the other hand, if this did result from a golf course wager, and they got
Mom to go along, that was cool, cooler than shit, exciting stuff, still
illegal, but not if the victim has no complaint and no one ever finds out.
This would also mark the first time they ever did anything sexual with her.
Diane always thought they were the type of parents who would. They enjoyed
seeing her naked, liked talking about sex with her, were both into the
masturbation thing, liked talking to her about her pussy, and seeing how the
pussy was coming along though it hadn't changed much in over two years.

Thorough physical exams were common from both parents, individually and
together, Diane did not consider that being sexual. That unusual practice
had been going on since long before puberty. They did not have sex and no
one had an orgasm. Any outsider would consider the practice sexual. The
exams were clearly sexual, and Diane enjoyed them, went easily into an exam,
and never wanted one rushed through, but her parents never got horny with
her. They just enjoyed a good look and feel. Afterward, they might get horny
with each other.

Lately, though, Diane could see that they were getting horny with her and
wanted to do more. Her mother was now into sniffing the pussy and got her
nose wet doing it, doing that a great deal. Her father was into fingering,
not quite finger fucking but at times the distinction was rather fuzzy,
making it hard to tell the difference, getting harder all the time, and so
was he.

The writing was on the wall for anyone paying attention, and now this, ten
minutes and counting, getting more exciting with each passing second, which
she now spent running her soft tongue over the head, applying pressure with
her lip-protected bite, and using the tonguetip to tease more precum from
the slit, looking to see the effect various subtle, non-sucking, penile
stimulation techniques had on Mr. Collins. He liked anything a lot.

Diane couldn't take anymore and had to masturbate. Her pussy ached. She, at
least had to rub it. She also knew that going for the pussy might offer a
clue, so she widened her kneeling stance and sent the left hand up her left
leg, up under the skirt to the crotch. She did this slowly so they could
stop her if that was not allowed. No one did, and everyone noticed. Mr.
Collins appeared fascinated, craning his neck to try to see. Her parents
looked to each other and appeared surprised, as though saying, "Well I'll be
damned. She's doing it. She is actually doing it, and without the slightest
bit of shame. Amazing!"

Diane didn't think they would be at all surprised, much less very surprised.
Diane knew Mr. Collins would be thrilled. He couldn't see much, but could
tell she was massaging her pussy through panties, now imparting a suck on
the penis, not too obvious, but everyone did notice. Nothing was said about
that, either. Evidently, sucking was okay, maybe expected. If sucking was
expected, then a hand to help should also be expected. If that were so, then
making him cum was expected. She hoped so.

Diane brought her right hand to the dick and curled her fist at mid-shaft,
then took up a slow pumping stroke while making the sucking very obvious.
She made Mr. Collins groan, his first sounds. He clearly wanted to cum, was
trying to cum, but needed that added stimulation and sucking, a bobbing suck
was better.

He also wanted to see better what was going on in her crotch, and the
panties were in the way. She thought for a moment, then began working them
down her legs, expecting someone to stop her, her mother most likely, but no
one did. This was another surprise for them. Diane blindly worked the
panties off her lower legs and feet. After doing that, she thought, "Why not
take the skirt off, too. Mr. Collins still won't see much unless I get the
skirt off."

Diane had to think about that, but the more she thought about it, the more
she liked the idea. That would really surprise them, and Mr. Collins would
love that. He'd see pussy, maybe not from a very good angle, but he'd see
parts of pussy being masturbated. That might make him cum. All they can do
is stop her. With that thought, she brought both hands to the hip to unhook
and unzip. Again, her parents looked to each other, but said nothing, nor
did they give her a look that suggested she shouldn't. Diane looked for the
look from her mother. A look would be her way so as not to appear the spoil
sport, but Diane didn't get THE look that only she would understand. Better
than that, when the zipper got hung, her mom freed it. Diane couldn't see
the problem. Her mom could. Her mom helped. She at least helped get the
zipper down. Diane was on her own after that. The rest was pretty easy.

When Diane returned to sucking cock and playing with her pussy, she did so
naked from the waist down with shoes on. That had to be quite a sight for
the boss man. He still couldn't see much in the way of pussy, but he sure
liked looking at that bare ass. Her parents liked watching her suck cock
like she loved it, so she stopped holding back and let it show. She brought
her pussy hand up and cupped the balls while jacking the cock and doing deep
bobs with powerful suction, like a girl who really wanted a mouthful of cum.
She wasn't masturbating but was humping, rubbing off on the front edge of
the cushion like a slut to show how horny this made her.

Diane thought for sure Mr. Collins would cum at any second, but he was
holding back or it took more than enthusiastic sucking, partial nudity, and
wanton pelvic bumps and grinds. She had been at it that way for over three
minutes without a discharge, so she began trying other ways. She went back
to masturbating, but this time she tried to help him see better by getting
off more to the side and cocking out a leg. She tried two-handed
masturbation, and one-handed with one holding the blouse tails out of the
way. She managed to show him pussy, and pussy taking fingers, but did a poor
job of sucking while she did. She never lost the cock, and kept at least one
knee on the floor, but he seemed to need that one hand jacking along with a
good head bob.

Diane knew that the thing to do was to just go ahead and get all the way
naked. Why not. Maybe it was the titties he needed to see. Titties would be
easier to show than pussy, and hid did love her titties even before she had
titties. She now had a set that rivaled her mom's 36 D's with better
nipples. Even she admitted that while stroking them enviously. Diane decided
to go for it. To do that, she took a break and went back to simply holding
the head of his cock in her mouth while she used both hands to unbutton
buttons. She didn't expect any don't-do-it looks, and didn't need any help,
but she received help from both parents. She did three buttons, but they did
everything else, freeing her of the blouse, the bra, then both shoes and
socks until she was completely naked.

As though that weren't enough parental support, while getting the shoes and
socks off, her mother sniffed her pussy and her father fingered it, finger
fucked it, no doubt about that. That was finger fucking, and the nose went
fully inside the slit, up and down, rimming the hole, used just like a
finger. They didn't stop doing that, either. They took turns and remained
back there. This greatly excited Mr. Collins, especially when her mom did
her thing because her sniffing thing looked exactly like she were eating
pussy - felt like it, too. Her nose wasn't getting wet, her face was getting
wet - nose, lips, cheeks, chin. The only thing she hadn't done was bring her
tongue into play, but Mr. Collins didn't know that. She wanted him to think
the worst - in this case, the best.

Diane now knew what this was all about. This was their way of getting sexual
with her. This was it. No more holding back. They were going for it. Diane
knew this day was coming and for over two years looked forward to this day.
For the past year, she wondered what was taking them so long. She couldn't
help wonder why they thought they needed help, a gorgeous cock to drive her
over the edge, not that it wasn't a bad touch, and a great cock did drive
her over the top and make her want to fuck. She clearly showed all the signs
and symptoms of a girl who wanted to get fucked, not just suck a dick.
Showing Mr. Collins pussy the way she did was more an offer to cum there
rather than in the mouth. She impressed her parents. They got the message,
and the more Diane thought about the way they were going about this thing,
the more she absolutely loved it. The technique was brilliant and would take
them from mild, pussy-footing around foreplay to all-out, anything-goes
raunchy in one session.

Diane didn't need to do anything with her pussy. That nasty chore was being
well taken care off, freeing her to use both hands on Mr. Collins. To show
her appreciation for the assistance, she assumed a more provocative,
bitch-in-heat kneeling stance, grinding her cunt back against fingers and
face. She especially made her mother's face feel welcome which eventually
lured out a shy tongue until there was nothing at all shy about that tongue,
and the faked eating out was anything but fake. She was flat getting with it
and even doing asshole. Daddy also did asshole. They loved her asshole.
While one ate pussy, the other fingered asshole. While one finger-fucked
pussy, the other tongue-fucked asshole. Mr. Collins was beside himself, but
Diane was beside himself and herself.

Gradually, Diane began to concentrate on the dick at hand and the task at
hand, doing her best to put her lower regions out of her mind, but her lower
regions were putting her out of her mind. Masturbation never felt that good,
and her asshole had never been a sex organ. It most certainly was now, a
major erogenous zone, overlooked for years. Not anymore. That was one hole
she very much enjoyed feeling something go in and move around in, the deeper
the better.

Mr. Collins still hadn't cum, but he sure looked like he would. He still
handn't touched her and still handn't said a word you could find in the
dictionary. He made a lot of noises, could not hold still, and his fists
were cleched. This told Diane that for some reason, he couldn't touch her or
speak. He wouldn't even feel an offered tit, and he loved those tits. This
was very odd considering what was going on at her rear. They were talking
and using their hands. What Mr. Collins couldn't see, he could hear about.
He knew when the mother began using her tongue like a dick. He knew she had
a great asshole, a finger sucker, whatever that was. Mr. Collins thought
that was good, but a three-finger sucker was great. A three-finger sucker
could suck his cock, once he got the four-finger head past the sphincter.

Diane felt the blunt rubbery head of a cock in her pussy lips, but expected
that at some point. They obviously thought she'd come off the dick and say
something about that unsheathed penis nosing around near the mouth of her
fertile and unprotected pussy. They gave her every opportunity to object or
at least show disapproval by body language, but they heard none and noticed
none, and it was they because her mother's fingers were holding the pussy
lips wide open. The dick poked into both holes, threatening pokes, seemingly
to try to evoke a response, maybe to get her to take her mouth off the dick.

Diane couldn't understand why they were doing this. The main purpose of
masturbation was to avoid taking unnecessary risks because of super
horniness. Now, they were doing what they warned her would be done under
super horniness, only it was them doing it, and she couldn't stop them, not
and obey the rules. Made no sense, and it made no sense why he didn't follow
through on any pokes, at least not very far.

Diane didn't devote too much thought to this inegma. She had a mega-dick
that was about to go off in her mouth after investing so much good effort to
bring that about. She put her odd parents out of her mind, and redoubled her
cock sucking efforts. Seconds later...WOW...a sperm firehose went off in her
mouth, blasting hot cum to the back of her throat. Right away, she knew that
cum tastes different, more like ball barf, kinda gross, but she had mentally
committed to swallowing, so she drank and drank while he heaved up and
pumped and pumped, crying out, "I did it! I did it! I'm cumming in her
fucking mouth, and she's drinking the shit."

It tasted a lot better after he said that, and even better when he said,
"Your little slut is drinking my cum, buddy boy. Get up here and look at
this, both of you. I'm still giving her cum and the little slut is still
sucking it down."

Diane quickly had parents on either side, watching closely from up-close
while Mr. Collins kept on taunting, "Yeah, this sexy bitch loves drinking
cum from a dick. Yeah, baby, show mommy and daddy what a good little whore
you are. Let them see you suck and swallow. There's still some more cum in
the pipeline. Let them see a happy whore nursing on a man's cock. You take
to cum like a true slut. Yeah, you keep doing it like that. You're making
your folks very proud, mighty proud."

Diane didn't know why those awful things he said thrilled her so, but they
did, and she responded as suggested, though she could see that her parents
weren't proud but were shocked - awed or shocked. Either way, Diane only
cared about pleasing Mr. Collins. Even after the cock wilted, she continued
sucking, more a nursing suck, and she could now get more in her mouth,
almost half, and she wanted to look even more slutty for him, so she brought
both hands between her legs and masturbated hard and heavy, like a super
horny slut would, one who wanted to get fucked really bad - without a
condom - while ovulating - wanting to get pregnant - not caring - wanting it
that bad - wanting her parents to see that while hoping Mr. Collins would
say something along those lines.

She wasn't disappointed. Right away, he said, "Look at your horny slut fuck
herself. This girl wants to get pregnant. She'd let a nigger fuck her and
cum in her fertile pussy. She wants cum, any cum. Man, that pussy would suck
a dick right now, and suck it better than her fucking mouth. Look at her
mouth. Did you ever see a girl so happy to have a spent dick in her mouth. I
may just make her happy and leave it in until my dick gets hard enough to
fuck her. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sugarpus?"

Diane nodded eagerly, then had an orgasm eagerly, then collapsed, but kept
up a good nursing suck like a contented whore, but she was curious as to
what the hell this was all about. She also realized that Mr. Collins got to
say when she could take her mouth off the dick. Somehow, for some reason, he
now called all the shots and seemed in charge.

Her mom and dad were close on either side, but her dad sat back on his heels
and said, "All right, Brad, you won. I honestly didn't think you would."

Ah, a wager. Her mom said, "Jim, we're not actually going through with this
are we? Fun is fun, but we can't allow that."

Allow what? Diane looked to her dad, but Mr. Collins spoke, saying, "A bet
is a bet, Jan. You agreed to it. We all shook on it?"

Now Diane looked to her dad as he said to her mom, "He's right, Jan. A bet
is a bet, and this was a serious bet. We did agree."

Jan countered, "Honey, it was a silly bet with nothing coming to us if we
won. There was no actual cross wager. He said she would; we said she
wouldn't. We were wrong, he was right..."

Her father said, "Yes, and the terms were all laid out should he win. [WHAT
TERMS!] We didn't ask for any winnings should we win. We were so sure we
would, we were satisfied with the satisfaction of winning. Honey, we agreed
to terms and asked for none in return. [WHAT TERMS!] It's a valid wager,
Jan. We have no choice."

Diane now thought she'd hear WHAT TERMS, so she looked quickly to her mom,
but Mr. Collins spoke, saying, "To the victor go the spoils. Take a good
look at your sexy daughter, Jan. Take another good look at her sexy pussy.
Open it up and look. You'll see spoils. Kiss that virgin pussy goodbye.
While you're at it, stick your tongue way up there and give that womb of
hers a good lick. You can lick the spoils."

A hint, a pretty strong one. Diane assumed the cherry was spoils, but making
the womb spoils was heavy stuff. They should have asked for something with a
sixteen-year-old daughter's womb on the line - and not be so sure of
themselves. What would ever make them think she wouldn't go bonkers over a
dick like that? Seemed like a sure thing. They sure didn't help it not be,
and her innocent-acting mom could take most of the credit with that talented
tongue of hers licking a womb into submission. She could lick a girl into
wanting to get pregnant, and proved it.

Her mom didn't do as he suggested, but she did rub Diane's bare back down to
the butt, a feeling rub. She liked feeling the butt, and kept feeling the
butt while saying, "I already got a good look at your spoils, a look and a
lick, thank you very much. [she looked to Jim] Do you honestly expect me to
go along with this and treat our daughter and her womb like the spoils of a
serious wager?"

Diane looked to her dad as he looked to her and then her mom to say, "Yes, I
do, and be a good sport about it. Brad won her fair and square, her and her
womb. We did our best to get her to come off that dick, and you went above
and beyond the call of duty. We did our best, but our best wasn't good
enough. I told you not to underestimate Brad. He doesn't make wagers he
can't win with a high probability of winning. I told you that, but you were
still willing to take this challenge. You of all people should know better
than to challenge Brad's manhood. Now, look where that manhood is. Pretty
picture, isn't it. You should go back there and get another look at her
pussy, a last look at her virgin pussy. Kiss that virgin pussy goodbye, and
give that empty womb of hers a good licking. Let her know that the womb goes
with it, all spoils won fair and square. I'm serious."

Diane felt growing excitment as the implications of this wager sank in and
grew more real. She wasn't at all pissed though they weren't even
considering her feelings. They might think they could wager away her womb,
but she could set them all straight in two seconds. To do that, she'd have
to take her mouth of the dick. She had no desire to do that. She did desire
to make it hard again. Toward that end, she kept up the sucking while
looking from speaker to speaker with a look that showed she had no
intentions of being a party pooper or spoil sport no matter what the terms
were, though one was obvious and involved the womb.

Her mom kept looking for the look that would spoil the party and grew more
comfortable with going along having not seen it. Her fanny stroking tried to
keep Diane in that frame of mind and kept getting lower on the fanny until
her hand stroked pussy. That this scene was turning her mom on was obvious.
That she wanted to be a good sport was obvious, and kissing the virgin pussy
goodbye did set well with her even when Brad suggested it. After Jim
suggested it again, and added that he was serious, she said, "I couldn't do
that, not now."

Brad said, "Sure you can. She's not going to move, not while she has a dick
in her mouth. You can do anything you want just like before. I'd like you to
prove that you'll be a good sport about this. Talk is cheap. You go back
there and open that virgin pussy up and get a good long look at it, then
kiss it goodbye. Kiss it good, because when this dick gets hard enough to
fuck that pussy, she'll be one very fucked ex-virgin with a sore cunt
between her legs. She'll want her mommy to kiss it and make it better. While
you're at it, you give that womb a good licking. I want that womb ready to
receive sperm. If you lick it good, it'll suck in the sperm. Lick it real
good and you can lick down an egg for me. That'll prove to me that you'll be
a good sport about this. Help me get your daughter pregnant, and show
enthusiasm. That's what I expect to see from you, Jan, enthusiasm."

Jan had three fingers deep in the pussy, and that did feel like enthusiasm
to Diane. Her mom said, "All right, I'll do it with enthusiasm if that's
what it takes to make you happy. Jim's right. You did win fair and square,
and I did offer to throw in the womb if you did. I'll lick her womb until
you're ready to fuck her. Hows that?"

"Excellent. My dick's getting hard already."

Diane assumed the wide bitch-in-heat kneeling stance she had been in as both
parents went to her ass end and knelt. Her father placed both hands low on
her ass and opened her up as her mother used her fingertips to line along
the lips and open that up. They then gazed on virgin pussy as exposed and
open as virgin pussy gets while talking about how lovely it is and
speculating as to how it would look after Brad got through fucking it with
that big cock of his.

Diane wanted that promised goodbye kiss right away, but they were in no
hurry, thoroughly enjoying themselves, each trying to outdo the other in
good sportsmanship. Mr. Collins could stop by and fuck that pussy whenever
he felt like it, even after it got knocked up, all the while it was knocked
up. That was his pussy. She was his whore. He could fuck it or let anyone
else fuck it. Her mom suggested that even a dog could fuck it, then asked
Brad if he thought their daughter would make a good bitch. He thought so.
Her father could fuck it with her owner's permission. The owner gave
permission. If dogs could; he could. Terms. Spoils. Then came the kiss -
FINALLY!

When Jan began licking the womb, the cock in Diane's mouth grew and grew
until the moment was at hand to do the dirty deed, whereupon her mouth
finally came off the dick - FINALLY - one hour and fifteen minutes with a
cock in her mouth. She felt like a whore, then they treated her like one.

Diane didn't think they would treat her like a whore, but they most
certainly did. Three adults fucked her for over an hour. Mr. Collins was
difficult to get off with a sucking, and twice as difficult with a fucking
after having gotten off with a sucking. He fucked her every way there was to
fuck a girl. The parents assisted - great sports.

A great deal of repressed lust came bursting onto the scene that evening,
almost overwhelming one young girl - almost. Whore felt good for a change,
and she also had repressed lust to vent. For the most part, she was a damn
good whore, so good they didn't feel at all bad for the way they used,
misused, and abused her. When they tucked her in, they fucked her in. Her
dad fucked her in the ass while her mom fucked her face. She couldn't
understand how they could still be so horny, but they woke her from a sound
sleep three hours later and did it again. In the morning, they did it again
only her father fucked her pussy. Her mom lured a large dog off the street
and gave him a piece of daughter ass - a big piece. Diane went off to school
feeling fucked, but Jenny McCarty thought she smelled good.

When Diane arrived home from school that day, she entered a home and a group
that awaited her - eight naked men, her naked father, her naked mother,
three horny dogs, and a billy goat with a big fucking dick. Her mother said,
"Take off all of your clothes, Diane. Your owner would like to breed you.
We'll start with the goat."

Diane looked from eager face to eager face, hardon to hardon, then let her
eyes roam the goat, then began removing clothing. That was one good looking
goat, and he really liked her a lot. Diane wasn't about to pass up an
opportunity to fuck a goat - or be bred like an animal in public.

Diane's resolve to put an end to this nonsense and set her parents straight,
to place things on a more reasonable footing which included birth control,
disolved with a fantasy coming to life. As she shimmied out of her panties,
she realized that being open about masturbation was a good thing, but
sharing your fantasies wasn't. Naked, she went to her owner and knelt to
receive her dog collar, which she thanked him for, calling him master. Her
parents were so proud, but they were kinda kinky.

                             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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