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                         Walking Wet Dream
                         By: Phil Phantom

                         HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Few men are blessed with a daughter like I have. The little mink has been a
walking wet dream for most of her life. Now sixteen, Charlene is as fine a
specimen of young womanhood as those specimens get, only she looks two years
younger than she is. To find fault, you'd have to look at the soles of her
dainty feet. Even then, you'd have to be picky. I couldn't ask for finer
inspiration for sexual fantasy, or a worse temptation for a father trying
hard to control strong sexual impulses of an incestuous nature. The sexy
little nymph was bucking for a fucking whether she was aware or not, but
Charlene is very aware.

She knows grown men take one look at her and want to stick a dick in her.
She doesn't want to hear how pretty you think she is; she wants to see
evidence. With Charlene, the sincerest form of flattery has always been the
male erection. She'll keep pouring on the sexy charm until you can't hide
how you feel. Try to hide it, she'll sit on your lap and make you cum in
your pants just to teach you a lesson. When she sat me down for a
father/daughter talk about her mother's affair with a neighbor two houses
down, it was all I could do not to rape her at the table. For this talk,
Charlene must have figured I needed a good hardon. She got one without
having to sit on my lap.

I knew about Jenny's affair. I sanctioned the affair. Buck could fuck and
was hung. I told her to go for it. Have yourself a fucking ball. I couldn't
keep up with Jenny and reserve masturbation time for fantasies of Charlene.
I knew Jenny wasn't hiding her affair. I didn't want her to hide, though I
never expected Charlene to come to me and tattle on her cheating Mom. I did
figure she'd see some shit, get all hot and bothered, and remember that
there was a cock in the house, that so inspired, she might just aspire to
hop on Pop. It could happen, but nothing would ever happen if I had to make
the moves on her. I simply couldn't.

Jenny promised me she would see to it that Charlene got an education and an
eyeful, though she knew my motives. Jenny thought that might get me what I
was after. Me fucking our daughter didn't bother Jenny if the fucking was
Charlene's idea. We both thought incest could be great if Charlene wanted
it. Jenny had her own designs on Charlene. We knew that the first to score
would likely benefit the other and lead to a threesome. Each in our own way
advanced the cause, but I always figured Jenny had the better chance. They
were much closer, saw each other nude quite often, had intimate girl talks,
and shared tampons.

[For some strange reason, they were into dealing with each other's periods.
Jenny took care of Charlene's; Charlene took care of her mother's. That is
being intimate and that started with Charlene's first period right after she
turned twelve. What began as period care evolved into general pussy
maintenance.]

I knew all about Charlene's remarkable little quim. Jenny tells me all about
that adorable little clam, that juicy split peach, that cumquat twat of
hers. They even shave each other. Jenny likes a full shave; Charlene likes
having her puffy lips shaved. They now offer each other full service vaginal
care to include massages that induce orgasms. Charlene has often had her
hand up her mother's cunt to mid-forearm on the pretext of giving her a deep
massage. That's intimate. I figured Charlene's first threesome would be with
her mom and Buck, but that was cool. I didn't need to be first; I just
wanted in. We didn't share our day-to-day progress, each hoping to surprise
the other, but Jenny did drop hints that they were making progress
day-by-day. We were and had been in a friendly competition that I hadn't
made any progress in beyond placing Charlene on my lap to rub her legs clear
to her panties. I had, over the years, turned our Charlene into quite the
little leg-rub whore.

Her leg rubs were a nightly thing - what came to be called her nightie-night
thing. She'd come to me in her baby doll nightie (see-thru) with nothing but
skimpy panties on under it. She'd lie in the crook of my arm and get rubbed,
purring the whole time that she sat on my erection. I could have taken more
liberties than I did. I was most welcome and could have massaged her ass and
pussy but rarely ventured into nasty zones except to brush by them
innocently. While I did my leg-rub thing, Jenny often rubbed Charlene's
feet, and often chided me afterward for being gutless. I suppose I was, but
I didn't want to seduce, Charlene. I wanted Charlene to seduce me. I could
live with that. Jenny's argument was that Charlene was seducing me, that I
should wake up and smell the coffee if I couldn't smell the pussy.

GET YOUR FINGER WET! DUMMY!

According to Jenny, that would be all it took. Charlene has a pussy that
responds well to the finger. She lubes rapidly and aches for more. Jenny
always said that I had the best chance at getting to Charlene because she is
totally straight, adores me, and aches for male fingers. Maybe so, but I
figured Jenny had the best chance because they were already on such intimate
terms. Her chances got better when she could offer cock, and what a cock she
could offer. The team of Buck and Jenny held out the greatest hope, and once
Charlene turned sixteen, Jenny seemed more determined than ever to bring
Charlene into our love life. According to Jenny, light and easy seduction
was fair play after age sixteen. I tended to agree. Still, I wanted her to
do the light and easy seducing.

 From the looks of Charlene, the A-team made a great deal of progress. I
listened with great interest, trying hard to look seriously concerned while
getting harder by the second.  To make matters worse, or better, I could see
that the telling aroused Charlene like she had been trying to gather the
courage, that she had fantasized the telling, got off on the telling, and
was eager to get a reaction. I couldn't quite tell what reaction she wanted
to see, but whatever it was, I wanted to give it to her as best I could.

Charlene came to this talk wearing no bra under a spaghetti-strap top, and a
short skirt - barefoot as usual. Barefoot is enough to make me hard. The kid
always looks provocative but rarely goes about without a bra while wearing a
thin, brief top. Her dark, protruding nipples show through too well. The
exception is the nightie. The nightie she wears may as well be just panties.
Short skirts are the norm, but so are panties. I often see her in bra and
panties, sometimes just panties, but never without panties; consequently, I
have never seen her pussy except through panties.

We sat facing each other at the corner of the table, knees almost touching,
with her showing two-thirds of her thighs and three-fourths of her inner
thighs. Fucking kid has killer thighs for a small girl with coltish legs.
Damn, she looked hot and tight. I'd bet a month's wages she had no panties
on. I swear I could smell hot, tight, virgin pussy.

She was nervous getting started and only grew more nervous as she entered
into the topic. We had never discussed sex, much less cheating spouses,
fucking, sucking, and other adult nastiness. She didn't know what words she
could use and which ones she couldn't, or if she could even discuss these
things with me. I figured a good place to start was to put her at ease. I
interrupted her hemming and hawing, took her nervous, sweaty hands in mine,
and said, "Charlene, relax. There is no need to be uptight. You seem to have
trouble choosing your words. I'm a big boy. I've heard them all. Nothing you
can say will shock me. Use any words you feel comfortable using."

She smiled and relaxed considerably, then said, "Any words?"

"Any words?"

"Even the 'F' word?"

"Fart or fuck?"

That made her laugh, still a nervous laugh, but she seemed relieved. She
never heard me say fuck before, though her mother often used the term.
Charlene took a deep breath, let it out fully, smiled and said, "Okay...I
feel funny using that word in front of you, but sexual intercourse isn't me.
I would feel dumb saying sexual intercourse every time I had to say...you
know..."

"Fuck?"

She blushingly smiled and said, "Yeah. Are you sure that won't bother you if
I say that word?"

"Try it. Let's see."

"Okay......fuck."

I released her hands, looked around, sat back and thought, then looked into
her big blues and said, "Nope, fuck don't bother me."

She liked that and said, "What about pussy?"

"Ummm...nope."

"Dick?"

"No problem there."

She was loving this and quickly said, "How about cock?"

God, this conversation was killing me. I never thought I'd be discussing
cock with Charlene - ever. I loved the way she said, cock, like she had one
at her lips - mine. She kept glancing to mine, which lay along my right
thigh and made a strong impression in tight Levis. She liked seeing the
evidence that I was happy. Around her, I was often happy. She was a real pro
at making a dick stand up and salute her, but mine was connected to a
heartstring. An I-love-you-Daddy was enough to being me up. With her
near-naked ass on my cock, I was always happy. I wanted to drag this part
out; besides, this was most relaxing for her. I said, "Do you need to use
both terms?"

"No, not really. I can call it a penis if you'd like."

She kept glancing at my dick which she avoided doing in the past, even after
squirming on it for close to an hour. I have had that girl on my lap while I
wore boxer shorts and my naked cock actually touched her naked flesh. My
cock has pushed the crotch of her panties inside her crack, and my dick
honey has soaked her crotch. Still, when she'd get off, she would avert her
eyes. There were times I'd be fully out of either the leg opening or the
fly. She would be well aware and try all the harder not to look - I suppose
so as not to embarrass me, and that would have.

My hardons were a constant source of embarrassment, proof that I wanted to
fuck her, and she was good about not rubbing it in where we'd have to
recognize that problem for what it was - paternal lust, pure and simple.
Something was different, now, for she drew attention to the proof by staring
as though the time was now right to bring this problem out in the open and
accept it for what it is - possibly to discuss the problem and offer a
solution. To me, that suggested she might be willing to do something about
it, like put a pathetic Daddy out of his misery. God, this was great,
exactly the result I was hoping for! I said, "What do you call a penis?"

"Dick, usually, but a big one is a cock. At least, it is to me. A peter is a
little one; a dick is a medium; a cock is a big one."

"What do you consider to be a cock?"

She intentionally stared at my penile impression, then looked up to say, "I
think anything over eight inches would be bigger than average."

I think she meant to imply that mine was a cock. It did look over eight
inches. I said, "I think anything over six is bigger than average. By your
standard, I missed having a cock by half an inch. By a realistic standard,
I'm safely into cock territory by an inch and a half."

That got her doing math in her pretty head. She liked talking about cock
with a man who had seven and a half inches and didn't mind her staring at
its impression. Of course, the guy she came to discuss had three inches on
me and was twice as thick. Buck is hung, and I knew she had seen Buck
buck-naked and strung a number of times. Jenny didn't keep much from me; at
least, I knew that much. I knew they were doing most of their fucking in our
home with Charlene present. I knew Charlene had some juicy stories to tell,
was eager to tell me some, and I was eager for details.

Charlene was now quite comfortable though she had fully erect nipples and a
pussy that seemed to be bothering her. She said, "We'll use the realistic
standard, then. I wouldn't want to insult your cock."

"You better not or I'll whip it out and bop you in the mouth with it."

Surprised, she giggled and playfully said, "If you do, I might bite it."

God damn, I wanted to stick my cock in her sweet mouth, but I stayed cool
and said, "If you bite my cock, I'll make you suck on it until the hurt goes
away."

This shocked her - pleasantly, which shocked me because I shocked myself by
blurting out those shocking words. She said, "You wouldn't really make me
suck on your cock - would you?"

Shocking, but pleasantly so. I said, "Bite it and see."

"Suppose I kiss it - then what?"

That fucking little tease. This was almost a request, like, "May I?"

I said, "If you kiss my cock, I'll probably cum all over your pretty face,
that's what."

That had her squirming with clenched thighs. She said, "Daddy, that's
nasty."

"You're right, kissing your father's cock is nasty. The more you kiss a
daddy's dick, the nastier it gets."

"I can imagine. Your cock gets all messy just from me sitting on it.
Sometimes I think it's going to slip inside."

"One day you'll wiggle when you should have waggled and you'll wiggle seven
and a half inches of cock up your cunt."

I just spoke our minds when I said that, and used the term "cunt" because
Jenny told me that Charlene loves that term more than pussy. Cunt was so
nasty. The reaction in her was immediate and profound. Her cunt ached at the
thought. She excitedly teased, "You mean all I have to do is wiggle right?"

"That's all."

"I'd have to wiggle with no panties on."

"No one ever said you had to wear panties."

"Then, I won't."

I smilingly said, "Don't threaten me, young lady."

"I'm not threatening you; I'm promising you. I dare you to take your shorts
off and hold your stiff cock straight up. I'll wiggle right down on it and
settle back for a leg rub with your cock all the way up my cunt."

"You'll get a pussy rub."

"If you rub my pussy, I'll squirm around until you cum."

"And don't think I won't."

She perked-up like that was something she'd welcome. I guessed. She said,
"You'd cum inside my pussy?"

I now knew I had guessed right and said, "Without batting an eye, then let
you soak in sperm while I give you an hour-long leg massage."

"If you did that, I'd lie there and soak, which brings me to why were here
talking about cock and fucking. Your wife, my mom, is fucking one every
chance she gets - a big one, big like a cucumber big."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yes. I've seen them do it with my own eyes, right here in this house, all
over this house. Right here on the table, once."

"Really? On the table?"

"Not both of them. Just her. She leaned over it. He got behind her and
fucked her that way. I sat right where you are and watched him fuck her."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's so. She was right here. You can imagine the view I had. I saw a
giant cock going all the way in her pussy. I watched that mega-cock fuck her
pussy. I saw that huge cock cum in her pussy, too. I saw cum pour down her
legs and drip off her clit, loads and loads, gobs of cum. He has huge balls
like bull balls and cums a gusher. He drenches her pussy in sperm - I mean
floods it. They make a big mess and call it fuck as in a noun. That's a good
term for a big mess that comes from fucking. They sure make a lot of fuck
when they fuck."

I still wasn't sure what reaction she wanted so my reaction was neutral
which was not the reaction she expected. She said, "Don't you even want to
know who your wife is screwing without a condom?"

"I know who - Buck."

She sat back wearing a puzzled expression and said, "How did you know that?"

"She asked me if she could fuck him. I said, yes."

"You did! Why would you say, yes? Don't you care?"

"No. Do you?"

"She's not my wife."

"She's your mother. Do you care who your mother fucks?"

"Not if you don't, but why don't you care? Don't you love her?"

"I love her to pieces like cats love mieces. I love her so much I want her
to be happy. Big cocks make her happy."

"You can say that again."

"Big cocks make her happy."

She laughed, then studied me, glanced at my cock, then said, "You're pretty
cool."

"I think so. I think you're pretty cool, too."

"Me? Why am I cool?"

"You covered for her for the longest time. I think most girls your age would
have ratted at the first indiscretion. You watch them fuck, up-close and
personal. That's pretty cool if you ask me."

"I guess I was pretty cool for a while. You won't tell her I ratted, will
you?"

"No reason to. She thinks you're cool. I like her thinking you're cool."

"She thinks I'm cool...really? Why? Does she tell you what they do to me?"

This was news to me. Jenny never mentioned anything about doing anything TO,
Charlene. I said, "TO you?"

"I guess not. That's really what I needed to talk to you about. I would
never rat on her, but it's not just her anymore. They're dragging me into
this sordid business. It's now to the point where we have to discuss this or
you'll soon be seeing me with a big belly. You probably will, anyway."

Though she dropped a bomb in my lap, I tried not to act too surprised. A
part of me hoped this might happen. Someone needed to break her in. I
thought Buck stood the best chance. He seemed the type that would pork a
teeny bopper, and I could picture Jenny going along if she thought Charlene
needed and wanted porking. We both thought she needed porking. Pussy that
fine should be porked after age sixteen. Unporked after that was a waste of
good pussy, and we both abhor a waste of good pussy. I casually said, "Is he
fucking you?"

I could tell she was surprised that I wasn't upset after the bomb she just
laid on me. Fathers are supposed to fly into a rage at the prospect of a
fucked and knocked-up daughter. They don't casually ask, "Is he fucking
you?" Not with a throbbing cock.

She checked out the throbbing cock and the dime-size wet area forming at the
tip, then lifted her eyes to say, "Not actual fucking, no, but he squirts
his cum inside my pussy."

Now, things were coming together. The provocative attire, the unlady-like
slump, fingers idly stroking her inner thigh, the words, the stares, the
phrasing, all aimed at turning me on. She came hoping this talk would turn
me on. Well, she wasn't disappointed and kept checking the old dick meter to
see how she was doing. She was out to tease me or fuck me, I wasn't sure
which, but if she kept this tease up, she would surely get the fucking. More
and more, I thought I might never get a better opportunity. I said, "How
does he cum in your pussy without actually fucking your pussy?"

"Easy...he gets the head of his cock in and Mom jacks him off until he cums.
It all goes in and stays in as long as his cock stays in. None leaks out
because my pussy is stretched too tight around his cock shaft even after he
goes soft. They like to leave it in for a long time. Sometimes, they leave
it in until it gets hard again. Sometimes, I get two loads. Two loads really
fills me up."

"What do you do, just lie there and watch?"

"Well...yeah, sorta. What can I do? It's two against one. I can't stop
them."

"Did you ever try?"

"Well...no."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I guess because they started off slow and easy, doing stuff I
didn't mind until, one day, he was pushing his cock in and I didn't mind
that either. It felt kinda good, especially when he cums inside me, but the
best part was after. That was why I let him. I wanted him to cum inside my
pussy so I could get what came after."

"Okay, aside from a baby, which I assume isn't it, what came after?"

"You won't believe this."

"Try me."

"Mom licks it all out, or most of it...see, you don't believe me but she
does, and she likes doing it. Mom loves fuck. She loves to fuck and loves to
eat fuck, and she loves getting fuck off of and out of me. She especially
loves licking it out of my pussy."

"I believe you. Your mother is bisexual."

"SHE IS? Do you know that for a fact?"

"Don't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose, but does she do other chicks?"

"She has."

"Have you seen her do it?"

"A few times, but none recently. She was into that pretty heavy about ten
years ago."

"Wow. Well, that explains it then. She's still into that pretty heavy if you
ask me."

"You don't seem to mind."

"Why would I mind? What girl wouldn't want her pussy licked out?"

The little prick tease now stroked a finger through her slobbery split peach
of a pussy. I couldn't see it well, but I could tell she had no panties on
and had just given herself a close shave. That was one juicy peach with no
fuzz. I boldly leaned forward, folded her skirt back over her middle and
pushed out on her knees. Now, I saw everything. What a pussy! Fuck! She
didn't expect that, nor did she mind. She waited for me to say something
after I settled back to observe the beaver she toyed with. Something needed
to be said. I finally broke the awkward silence with, "So, you found a way
to get your mom to lick your pussy."

"Actually, she licks up cum wherever it lands. She gets a big charge out of
making him cum on me. At first, they liked sitting on the sofa with me
between them. Mom sucks him or jacks him, but when he cums, I get it. I get
creamed, but she licks it all off. They have been doing that from the first
day they messed around over here. Some got on my pussy once and she even
licked that. It didn't take me long to figure out how to get more pussy
licking, or how to get her to lick the inside."

"So getting him to go off in your pussy was your idea?"

"No, but they were headed there. I saw it coming and spread my legs when it
did. I let them know they could do whatever they wanted with my pussy - not
by saying that, but by the way I acted."

"Even fuck it?"

"Yes, even fuck it. I act like I want it fucked. It's getting to that, but
they're in no hurry. Maybe next time or the time after, we'll be actual
fucking. They know I'm ready for real fucking. I suppose I am. I know I am.
The truth is, I want to get fucked real bad. The trouble is, I think they're
doing this because they want to get me pregnant. The real fucking I'm going
to get will be real risky with no protection. They are making me want it
that way. I am absolutely convinced they want me pregnant."

"A guy like Buck would."

"What about Mom. Why would she want me pregnant?"

"Her first priorities are to serve the needs and desires of her lover. Those
were my conditions. I told her that if you're going to do this, go all the
way and do it right. Serve him fully and deny him nothing."

"Dad, that's crazy. Why would you tell her that? Mom is taking you
seriously."

"She had better."

"Why?"

"Because, Charlene, I know your mother. She gets off on pleasing a man,
doing whatever turns him on. If she couldn't give of herself completely, she
wouldn't get the maximum pleasure. I made that stipulation to insure that
she held nothing back. If she can't please Buck, she has to stop seeing him
and go find a man she can please. She's very fond of Buck. I'm sure she'll
do all in her power to please him."

"Boy, you're telling me. I thought she was crazy. Dad, you are way too cool.
I'm going to end up pregnant because of you. That's how cool you are."

She was staring at my naked cock while saying that. I had to get my dick
out, then had to stroke it. There we sat, stroking our genitals, staring at
each other's genitals being stroked. She had scooted her cunt to the forward
edge of the seat and widened her spread, placing her thighs out in a
straight line, a sitting splits beaver. She also stroked her sexy pussy in
such a way as to expose the pristine hole, sliding fingers through the lips
while pressing out. All I had to do was drop to my knees and slip my cock
in. The invitation was that obvious, like, "Would you like to stick your
cock in this tight hole?" I suppose I didn't because I knew I'd be getting
some and wanted to drag this out - tease her some.

I said, "If you hold that pose, you might end up pregnant by me."

Staring hungrily at my weeping cock, she said, "No kidding. You may as well
if you're going to let them do it. If I have to get knocked up, I don't
really care who does it. I won't be keeping the baby anyway."

"You can always say no. Your mother would honor a sincere no from you."

"I know she would, but they have me trained and conditioned not to ever say
no. I want cum in my pussy, now. I want to get fucked, now, the regular way.
I want him to get on top of me and fuck me like he fucks Mom. He could bend
me over the table and fuck me from the rear. He could put me on hands and
knees and fuck me doggie style. I don't care how he fucks me, but however he
fucks me; I want him to cum deep in my fertile and unprotected pussy."

"That's a sign of good training."

"I'm like a whore now, Buck's whore, and Mom is training me to be a good
whore for Buck, the kind that'll let him fuck me without a condom, cum
inside my pussy, and knock me up just for kicks."

"It would seem she's doing a good job."

"She is, a real good job. She knows exactly how to handle me. I haven't
given them any trouble at all. I never whine or whimper about getting sperm
in my pussy. I whine and whimper until I do, then I'm all happy. Mom makes
me happier. I get a good reward when I act like a slut who wants to get
pregnant."

"You're a good girl."

"I know. I'm trying to be. Now, I'm trying to be a good whore. When Buck
wants to put his cock in my pussy, I spread my legs like this and grip my
inner thighs like this. I am always eager to take his cock and his cum, and
take his cock as deep as he wants to put it, to the balls if he wants. I'll
take all I can get, and that's a lot of cock for a little pussy like this."

Fuck, was that kid ever begging for a porking. I said, "I'm surprised you
didn't get fucked good and proper if you offered Buck a spread like that."

"Me, too. If you ask me, they're going way too slow. I was ready for a good
fucking last week. I think they like to torture me. I won't get a good
fucking until I beg for one. Right now, I'm so fucking horny I'd beg a dog
to fuck me. I wish somebody would fuck me...anybody."

I couldn't take anymore. I got to my knees, centered my cock at her hole,
and pushed in while she watched with great interest. We didn't say a word as
I inched in. Seven and a half inches later, we were groin to groin with me
pulling hard at her slender hips, my cock throbbing inside her tight,
sweltering pussy that had no hymen that I noticed. She experienced no pain
that I noticed, only ecstasy. I did notice that. The last two inches made
her eyes close, but she opened them again to look at our merged loins. The
lewd and provocative sight made a pleasant smile form on her lips. She
looked to me and said, "Daddies aren't supposed to fuck daughters, you
know."

"I know, but my daughter is a whore and she did say, anybody. I can't have
you out begging dogs to mount you."

She smiled with a naughty twinkle in her eyes and said, "I would, too. You
were smart....You know, if you had called me a whore even a little while
ago, you would have hurt my feelings. Now, I kinda like hearing you call me
that. Why is that?"

I took up an easy stroke, staying in the deep end while saying, "I think you
sense that I don't look down on whore daughters who aren't too proud to beg
a dog for sex."

Doggies are my thing. My best fantasies, which I share with Jenny, involve
breeding Charlene to mutts. Charlene copulating with any mutt would be like
watching the First Lady getting fucked by a bear, or a child getting raped
by a wolf, or a teeny bopper getting bopped by an amorous lion. Jenny
planted some seeds for me, and these were seeds I never expected would ever
get planted. My bestial fantasies of Charlene were strictly in the bizarre
sexual fantasy category, never a serious possibility. To my utter
astonishment, those bestial seeds appeared to have germinated. Jenny
certainly had Charlene thinking wicked thoughts. She had Charlene feeling me
out on the idea, and hoping I'd take an interest.

In response, Charlene said, "Yes, I'm getting that impression. You might
think I was kidding, but I was getting that hard up. I was looking for the
right dog - a big mutt with a big doggie dick who wouldn't fuck a girl and
tell."

"They all tell. Pretty soon, all the mutts would be treating you like a
bitch in heat."

"Ummm, is that so. Buck has a big horny mutt. They keep threatening to breed
me to him. It used to be like a threat. Now, it's more of a tease to get me
horny. Works, too. Buck actually wants to do that, and Mom is thinking about
making him happy that way, too."

"She'll have to if she wants to hang on to Buck."

This response pleased her very much. She said, "I'm serious. They'll
actually do it, and they know I wouldn't mind being bred like a bitch. They
know how horny that makes me. If you ask me, I'm being groomed to be a whore
and a bitch - a bitch whore - a whore for Buck and his dog. Buck wants to
see a very pregnant little girl getting fucked by a very big mutt. Do you
still want Mom to serve her perverted lover in any way she can?"

"She must. I insist and will continue to insist."

She smiled big and knowingly as she said, "I can tell the idea turns you on.
I can feel your heart beat through your cock."

 "That doesn't surprise me. You fit me like a tight glove."

"I should. I'm almost a virgin. Half of your cock is in virgin territory."

"What happened to the territorial barrier?"

"Mom's vibrator happened to it. All part of the training. That's a good way
to lose your cherry if you have to lose it. I knew I had to."

"When did you first know you had to?"

"About two weeks ago, right after she licked my pussy for the first time.
That's when I caught on that she was getting me ready for Buck to fuck - his
dog, too. That was also the first time she brought his cock to my pussy and
used the head to masturbate me - him and me, actually. That's how sperm got
all over my pussy - some in it. She ate it all. She chased little sperms
around inside my pussy for the longest time. That drove me crazy."

"I can imagine. I know she's good. This one chick called her frog tongue."

Charlene laughed and said, "Boy, that fits her. I think she can lick her own
eyebrows. I know she can lick my cervix. I'm not sure she was trying to
catch sperm cells or herd them into my womb. I didn't care what she did so
long as she kept her tongue deep in my cunt. I knew right then I'd end up
being Buck's whore and his dog's bitch. I never thought you'd like the idea,
but you do, don't you?"

"I think you'll make Buck an excellent whore and an even better bitch. I
intend to congratulate your mother on doing a fine job of training. I'm also
going to tell her that the training is over and to stop fucking around and
get down to some serious knocking up and breeding. You're ready for some
major cock and big league fucking."

"OH, YES, DADDY! TELL HER THAT...I AM...I REALLY AM!"

She whipped off her top while saying that. I cupped her ass and stood with
her. I wanted this little bitch slut on a big bed. She was all over me -
hugging, kissing, and wriggling. When we arrived at the bed, I eased her
down and settled over her in the push-up position. She was already fucking
the full length of my cock, going to town like a Yankee Doodle Dandy whore
at a ho-down. When I added my motion, we whipped up a froth. I was soon
slamming her tiny ass into the mattress and making her little whore ass
howl. She came at the third hard slam and kept on cumming. I tried to hold
off but lost it near the end of her orgasm, which triggered another. I was
putting that little slut out of her misery, but I think I needed it more
than she did. I slammed pork to that little fucker like my life depended on
it. I didn't think I'd ever stop pumping semen into my little mini-whore,
bitch-in-heat, sweet daughter.

Eventually, I ran out of steam and sperm. I collapsed over her in exhaustion
and she began a euphoric, giddy laugh. I took a few breaths and said,
"What's so funny?"

"You are. You raped me."

"Yeah, well you had it coming."

"How long have you wanted to do that to me?"

"Not long, ten years or so."

"Damn! What took you so long? Didn't you know I had pussy in my panties?"

"I was waiting on you to make me a welcome-Daddy beaver."

"Shit, is that all it takes. I wish I had known that when I was six. That's
how long I have been a virgin whore."

"You hid it well."

"I did not. You're blind as a bat if that's what you think. Your trouble is,
you don't know a whore when you see one, not even if she's lying in your lap
half naked with her legs apart. Mom knows a whore when she sees one. At
least, she'll rub the whore's feet and feel sorry for her. She will at least
come tuck a frustrated whore in and make her cum."

"How long has she been doing that?"

"Not long, but she now uses her mouth. She'll eat me good and make me cum
three or four times. She'll even eat up all my whore juice. God, I love when
she does that...you know, eats my gooey slit snot like she loves the stuff."

"Slit snot?"

"Gash goo?"

"How about cunt cream?"

"Fine, cunt cream. The point is, she loves the stuff and I make gobs of it.
I'm a really wet slut."

"Yes, I noticed."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Very good. There's nothing like a wet slut."

She smiled, then hugged me tightly. I rolled us to place her on top, still
with my semi-hard cock deep inside her pussy. She liked that and got to her
elbows, which rested on my chest to look into my face while saying, "I'm
soaking in your sperm."

"I know."

"I can get pregnant, you know."

"I figured you could."

"Don't you care?"

"Yes. I want to be the one."

"That's perverted."

"I know."

"Does that make you horny...you know, knocking up your own daughter?"

"Very much."

"Good. I'll wish you luck, then. Of course, Buck has a head start and he'll
be putting most of the sperm in my pussy. Does that bother you?"

"No. You're his whore."

"Really, is that how you see me...as Buck's whore?"

"The important thing is, that's how Buck sees you. Your mom is giving you to
Buck and he'll share you with his mutt. She is out to please her lover, not
me."

"You might be right, but I don't think she'd mind if you get some too. If
you want to know the truth, I think I'm more her whore. Buck goes through
her. She handles everything, says when and how much. She'll decide when I
can have it all, you know, get regular fucked and bred. That's why if you
tell her I'm ready; I'll get fucked and bred. If you tell her we're already
doing it, she'll let Buck do it. I'm sure she will, and after Buck gets
some, his dog can get some."

"And you'd love that?"

She blushed real cute and said, "Well, I am a whore. You said so yourself."

This was a dream come true, Charlene with my spent, unsheathed cock in her
tight, ex-virgin, fertile pussy, telling me that she's a whore while trying
to get me hard again so she could fuck some more, get more sperm, and have
more to soak in. I gripped her tight ass cheeks and assisted while saying,
"You most certainly are a whore - a horny little whore with a thirsty cunt
between your legs."

She smiled and said, "My cunt is thirsty - thirsty for more ball juice. Are
you going to give my whore cunt another drink of yummy sperm - Daddy sperm -
the best kind for a whore like me."

Now I smiled and said, "I will if you keep that up. That's not a cunt
between your legs, that's a sperm milking machine."

She laughed and said, "It is. Can I use it on your cock whenever I feel like
it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No. Do you think Mom would mind?"

"I doubt it."

"I want to do that thing we talked about. I want to come for my
nightie-night massage with no panties on and sit right down on your hard
cock with Mom right there, watching - tonight. Can we do that and go all the
way...you know, let me milk the sperm from your balls while she rubs my
feet?"

"You'll get a good foot rub that way."

"That's not what I'm after. Remember, she tucks me in."

"She might not wait."

"I hope not. She licks me with Buck's cock still in my pussy. I love that.
Do you think she would do that with you, too?"

"Let's see."

"Really, do you want to?  Do you think we should...you know, surprise her?"

"Yes - tonight. I know she'll be pleasantly surprised, and even more
surprised if she thinks that is our first time and she sees you taking all
the initiative. I'll have the boxer briefs on. Don't sit right on my cock.
Go after it after a good warm-up in which you get your hands down there and
force the issue. Get my cock free and put it in. Show her your stuffed cunt
and fuck her husband like you own his cock. I'll play helpless. You play
like you're tired of being teased and will take cock from now on unless she
is going to try and stop you."

Excitedly bouncing on my dork, Charlene said, "OH, YES! THAT'S HOW I WANT IT
TO BE!"

I had to slow her down. I had a full hardon, but I wasn't up to losing it
again so soon. To say that this was pleasant was to say that Monica Lewinski
was a fair intern. My little doll was everything I ever fantasized she'd be
only I never dreamed her pussy would feel that good or be that hungry. To be
honest, I never seriously considered fucking her without a rubber, or if I
did, I'd pull out in time. Jenny's thing was getting a girl pregnant; at
least, I knew the fantasy turned her on. I never thought she'd want Charlene
pregnant, but if Buck expressed an interest, I could see Jenny going along,
making that the goal, and that would take longer and complicate matters.

That also explained why Jenny didn't fully keep me advised of her progress.
I think it would be safe to say she would assume I'd put my foot down and
say, "We'll have none of that." I might have had I not seen how effectively
she had Charlene conditioned to the idea. Jenny worked Charlene perfectly,
took her time, and did it right. Charlene was, indeed, a cum nut even with
no one to lick the cum out of her pussy. Charlene was very pleased that her
father liked the idea, wanted in on the project, and posed no stumbling
block, not even to the mutt thing. That was what the talk was about. That
was her hope, what she was after, her best-case scenario. She could hardly
believe her good fortune. The way was now clear to give her mom what she was
after.

Charlene is a bright kid. She had to catch on pretty quickly, though it
didn't take a Rhode's scholar to figure that out, not when your mom is
jacking a man off in your fertile pussy day after day, and doing her best to
make you crave a load of virile cum up your snatch. By the time I had
Charlene riding my cock, the kid wanted to get knocked up in the worst way,
and was eager to show her mother what a good girl she was. Charlene knew her
mother would be pleased.

I knew Jenny would love to see me ejaculate in Charlene. Since Charlene
might already be pregnant, or soon would be, I would have to bear part of
the responsibility. I could hardly throw up any stumbling blocks. If I did
it once, odds were good I'd do it again and again and have no objection to
Buck doing some bare-back fucking. What would be the harm. In any event, I
knew the nightie-night scene we had worked out would be a big hit with
Jenny. I had no doubt that Charlene would get her stuffed pussy licked.
Gotta keep up that positive re-enforcement. Fucking Jenny, what a gal.
Fucking sex nut is what she is, and the daughter was following in her high
heels though barefoot.

I had a good idea how she worked her magic on Charlene, but I knew the story
had to be real good. I had a hardon and had Charlene under control, letting
her ride it easy. She grew to like that, too. She rode my dork from the tip
to the base wearing the most blissful look, off in space fantasizing about
the scene that would go down in less than six hours. She wanted another
load, but I convinced her that we should save it for her mom. She liked that
idea. Yes, she wanted a fucking mess.

I held her ass and said, "Tell me how all this started."

"Do you want the long version or the short?"

"The long. Start at the beginning. We have a good hour to kill."

"Okay...well, I suppose the beginning was when I found out she was fucking
Buck, and I found that out when I went to shave her pussy for her and it was
all sloppy messy with cum and her pussy looked fucked - freshly fucked by
something really big."

"How long ago was that?"

"A month...yeah, about four weeks...four weeks come to think of it. That was
five Saturdays ago. You worked that Saturday and she was off. It was still
morning, before noon. She came straight from Buck's house and wanted a
shave, which was weird in itself, not to mention the fact that I had just
shaved her the night before. I couldn't believe what I saw and wondered why
she didn't at least wipe before making me a beaver. Hell, I had to wipe her
before I could shave her. She was a big fucking mess with cum runs all the
way to both heels, and she was so proud of that mess, and proud of what she
had done. That was when I learned that fuck was a noun. I couldn't believe
my eyes or my ears. I knew you didn't do that. Right away, she told me who
did that, told me how big he was, and how good he fucks. We had talked about
fucking before and I knew she messed around on you, but not so close to
home. I never dreamed she would walk the neighborhood in broad daylight
looking like that. You could tell she'd been fucked. She looked fucked. You
could see fuck. I thought that was pretty fucking daring - pretty slutty,
too."

"Did you criticize her?"

"No, I never criticize her. She has done worse, just not close to home. She
likes fucking in public or risky places and I think that's cool and tell her
so. I often wondered how much was true and how much was just to make my
pussy wet, but I knew this was real. She knows her secrets are safe with me.
We are like pals, girlfriends; at least, when we do our thing in the
bathroom. You know that we take care of each other's pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, but I often wondered what you thought about that."

"I always loved doing it, but never thought of it as a sexual thing until
this past year. Actually, I always thought it was sexual, way sexual, but
she was so cool about it. That made it easy to pretend it wasn't - you know,
like two gals helping each other out with a nasty chore - you scratch my
back, I'll scratch yours sort of thing, only we were scratching each others
cunts and having a ball doing it. What we now do is pretty sexual and has
been. There's no pretending it's not. We get nasty and talk nasty but only
in the bathroom. I suppose you know we masturbate each other."

"I heard you fist fuck her."

"I do, now, and I love doing that. I'm real good at it, too. I can make her
cum really hard and long. I love that, and boy, does she ever know how to do
me. It's even better now that she uses her mouth on me. I love the way she
eats my pussy. I am such a slut for her mouth and she now does me in my room
whenever the urge strikes her, or it looks like I need it. Hell, I always
need it. Sometimes I tell her. She is real good about taking care of me, and
I do make a pest of myself ever since she started using her mouth on me.
That's all part of the training. She wants me horny all the time and loves
when I come to her in need and whisper, 'Mommy, would you please suck on my
cunt for me?' I say those exact words or I don't get my cunt sucked by a
mommy."

"Don't you return the favor?"

"Not really. I'm not very bisexual, but I don't think I'd mind eating her
pussy. I think about it a lot. I have had my face in her beaver and I have
done some licking, but not what you'd call eating out. I know she'd like
that."

"What's not to like?"

"Exactly, and I owe her. I'm going to do it. I just haven't, yet. She
doesn't really push me to do anything. I appreciate that."

"It sounds like she pushed you into her thing with Buck."

"Drew, not pushed. She drew me in. I was pretty easy to draw, too. When they
started meeting here and started messing around in the same room with me, I
wanted to be drawn in. I wanted to get closer and see better. Right away,
they got too close and I ended up drenched in his cum. That did gross me out
at first, but Mom licked the mess off me. That super grossed me out, but boy
did that ever feel good. That first load went mostly in my face. I quickly
got over being grossed out and began looking forward to getting creamed and
licked."

"Were you nude for these cream jobs?"

"No, but between them, they'd get my clothes out of the way. I didn't wear
much or anything that would pose a problem for them - no bra, no panties -
mostly a short skirt and blouse. I usually ended up nude or wearing a skirt
that was more like a belt. After a week of cream jobs, I stripped naked
before we even started anything. Since then, I am always naked and stay that
way."

"So, at first, they weren't fucking, they were creaming."

"Right, but they did some fucking every time. One way or the other, I got
creamed. They'd fuck but cream me. They would fuck right over my lap and
he'd pull out to cum in my face. Sometimes he'd pull his cock right out of
her pussy and stick it in my mouth. Of course, my mouth was wide open so
that he could."

"Do you suck him?"

"Yes, but I don't usually swallow. I swallowed at first, but Mom can't lick
what I swallow. She'll lick the cum right out of my mouth. I like that more
than I like swallowing cum."

"You are full of surprises, Charlene. So is your mother."

"You're telling me. As soon as I turned sixteen, she has been like a whole
nuther person, a sex fiend, a bisexual sex fiend with a thing for incest. I
love it. I love seeing his giant cock and love seeing fucking up close. They
don't mind. In fact, they fuck to give me the best views, or the best
access. I can look, even stare. I can touch them, even while they're
fucking, even where they are fucking. I can do whatever I want to do or
nothing at all. They make me feel very welcome like they wand me there and
involved. I grew more and more comfortable until I freely handled Buck's
cock and balls before, during, and after a fuck. I could poke my nose into
their dirty business until my nose got wet if I wanted to."

"Did you?"

"Not at first, but I kept getting closer, wanting better views. I eventually
got wet from fuck dripping onto my face. After that, things kept on getting
messier and messier. After a week of cream jobs, his slimy cock going off
against my lips was no big deal. Mom had me sucking on his creamy cock
before two weeks was up - sucking him off and swallowing every drop until I
wised up and let her lick it out of my mouth. I'd suck; she'd jack. That
table fuck I told you about. Well, I wasn't seated in the chair. I was on my
knees hugging to Mom's wide legs, kissing and licking Buck's cock and balls
while he fucked her."

"You licked them while they fucked!"

"Yes, him and her, cock and pussy - mostly cock. When he came and pulled
out, all that fuck went in my up-turned face and poured down my naked body
while I held the position and let Mom's cunt drain on my face with Buck
using his cock to smear it around."

"When did that go down?"

"Pretty recent. That was no big deal. When they fuck doggie style, my face
is usually right under them. His wet balls drag over my forehead. That's how
close I get. I like to lick his cock while he's fucking, and lick right
where cock meets pussy. I've had big wads of fuck fall in my face when he
pulls out. Sometimes, he'll pull out and shoot all in my face and chest or
Mom will wipe her cunt on my face, neck, and tits. She always licks up all
the mess, so I never minded, not even when she'd squat over my face and give
me a good fucked-cunt facial."

"Christ!"

"Yeah, I've had my nose up her fucked cunt lots of times. I just hold my
breath with my lips sealed. I didn't mind that one bit. That was like eating
pussy. I felt like I had eaten pussy - more like pussy ate me."

"I had no idea she'd get that down and dirty with you. That is some pretty
heavy shit, Charlene."

"I know, but I asked for it. Hell, I knew I'd be getting messy when I got
under there. It couldn't get messy enough to please me. They knew that. They
gave me what I wanted, then Mom would lick me clean which was a super turn
on. I love being licked anywhere. After I got smart and started getting
naked right off, I ended up getting messy all over, and she licked all over,
didn't matter where. I often wondered what would happen if any got between
my legs. One day, I found out. Blew me away, but she licked it all up, even
inside the slit, and I was sure none got in the slit."

"Are you saying this was two weeks ago?"

"About that. I know it was the very next time that she jacked him off
between my legs while I held myself open in my welcome-Daddy pose. That felt
really weird and vulgar but knowing what would happen after made me want
some to get inside to see if she would actually stick her tongue inside my
pussy. I didn't think she'd do that. In fact, I figured she would make sure
none went in if for no other reason than one sperm cell could get me
pregnant. Imagine my surprise when she centered the head right at my hole
and made several squirts go right up me. I still wasn't sure she'd go after
it, and for the longest time, she only licked the outside. There was plenty
outside, all between my legs, in my ass crack, in my slit, on my mound. She
had me squirming, but when she sent that frog tongue of hers straight up my
cunt, I came unglued. I went berserk. I fucked her face is what I did."

"Jesus Christ!"

"That's what I said. After that, my pussy was theirs to do with as they
pleased. Buck fucked Mom, but his load went up me, and I did all I could to
get every drop inside my pussy. He could have fucked me any time he wanted
to."

"Why didn't he?"

"It was Mom who held him back. I'd be wide open and ready to try to take all
of him. I knew it would hurt like hell, but I didn't care. I wanted his cum
in way deep so she'd have to work hard to get it all. I swear, Dad, she'd
eat me for half an hour after Buck came in my pussy. I'd cum six, seven,
even eight times. She'd still keep on eating me. She made me a slut for cum.
I'll admit it. I am a slut for cum. I don't care if I get pregnant, and I
know she wants that. That turns her on like crazy. She wants me knocked up.
She'd like to keep me barefoot and pregnant. Now, I want me knocked up and
it turns me on just thinking about being kept barefoot and pregnant. She
wants a whore she can play with and pass around - one that'll fuck a dog.
I'll be her whore - her bitch whore. I want to please her, and I know she'd
be pleased if I was a whore for you, always hounding you for cock and cum,
sucking you, fucking you, always trying to get knocked up by you, bearing
you one illegitimate, incestuous bastard after another. She wants that. I
know she does."

I said, "You may be right. I'll do my part."

"Would you really, Daddy? Would you keep me barefoot and pregnant?
Honestly?"

"Sweetheart, I will do anything to please your mother. If she wants you kept
barefoot and pregnant, pumping out one illegitimate, incestuous bastard
after another, I can certainly handle that job."

"Really! Oh DADDY! OH GOD! LET ME GO. I GOTTA CUM!"

"Easy, girl. You can't cum without making me cum. We're saving that,
remember."

"I GOTTA CUM!"

I had the solution. I rolled her off and dove on her cunt. That was what she
needed. The little slut fucked my face for me. Jenny created a monster and
spoiled her rotten. One cum wasn't enough, nor two, three, or four. I never
knew any female who got so wild over having her cunt eaten. Jenny certainly
knew the way to that girl's heart. We had ourselves a whore. The question
was, could we keep up with her. Then again, we could always build a kennel
out back. Seemed to me that Jenny was agreeable. As for Charlene, I had no
doubt she'd want a well-stocked and well-hung kennel.

That was one horny little bitch and having orgasms only made her want more.
I never saw anything like it, not that I was complaining. I just never knew
the kid had it in her to be that slutty and insatiable. I always pictured
her as just the opposite - completely wasted and satisfied after one orgasm
and never vulgar, a quiet cummer, a squeezer and groaner, a passive piece of
ass who grew shy and embarrassed after sex, and could not ever get over
having committed an act of incest much less contemplate an act of
bestiality.

I had a squirming, vulgar bitch on my tongue, one who thought incest was
best if done while sucking off a large mutt. Hell, I never even dreamed
about her sucking on one. Jenny thought about it, put that obscene thought
in Charlene's head, and Charlene developed a powerful craving for sucking
off dogs and swallowing their load. She wanted to know if that would bother
me if she did that while I fucked her. I said, no, but wasn't sure. That
would certainly be a distraction.

She languished in her welcome-Daddy beaver, looking down at me eating my own
fuck, which I never thought I would ever do. She caught my eye, smiled, and
said, "Ummm, yes, eat my fucking cunt. You're such a good daddy. You fuck a
daughter's cunt then eat it all up. Ummm, yes, eat the fuck out of me,
Daddy. I'll be a good whore and a super bitch - a mega-whore and a
cock-sucking bitch. You'll see. God, I love it. I love you perverted
fuckers, both of you, and I don't know who is the most perverted. You are
both good at training a girl, taking a nice, innocent girl and making her be
the way you want her to be. I think Mom wants the pregnant whore and you
want the bitch. Maybe it's the other way around, but I know one thing - you
two perverts are in cahoots and I never stood a chance."

Mighty perceptive little bitch, but I could see where she'd now be able to
put two and two together and see through us. I saw no point in denying the
charge or defending our actions. We won. She lost. At least she was being a
good sport about it - a damn good sport. I felt like saying, "You're
welcome." Instead, I said, "Your mom wants a whore; I want a bitch."

"Who wants me pregnant, Buck?"

"We all do, including you."

She smiled and said, "I do, now. I'm ruined. I'm a sex slave for perverted
parents. I may as well be kept barefoot and pregnant."

This bothered me. I never thought of us as perverted parents or of Charlene
as a sex slave. Then again, I never envisioned anything remotely this
perverse. This was Jenny's doing, not mine. There was the possibility that
Buck was the driving force behind the perversity, but then Jenny appeared to
be in control. Charlene seemed to think Buck had little to do with any of
this aside from providing the cocks.

This bothered me to the point that I had to take my face out of her beaver
and sit up. I even closed her legs, which surprised her. She said, "What's
wrong?"

"Sit up, Charlene. Sit up and get serious. I want your hands and your head
out from between your legs."

She sat up against the headboard and rested her hands in her lap, saying,
"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, honey. I think we did. If you see yourself as a sex slave to perverted
parents, something is very wrong. I won't allow that. You must be in
complete control at all times, doing only what you want to do, free to not
do whatever you don't want to do. That's the way it has to be or it won't
be. I will stop this shit right-fucking-now. Charlene, you think hard and
tell me exactly what you want and, more importantly, what you don't want."

"Gosh, Dad, I don't know anymore, but I like what you just said. It would be
nice to know I could stop everything if I wanted to, but the truth is, I
kinda like the idea of being a sex slave to perverted parents. I know you're
not really, but it's fun pretending you are."

I smiled and took her hands in mine, then said, "I understand. We can play
that game as long as we all know it's a game, and we all know who is really
in charge. You, Charlene, you are always in charge. Say the word, everything
stops, or say the word and we'll play a new game. You are the most precious
thing in our lives. Your welfare and happiness is always foremost with us.
We have our own sexual likes and dislikes, our own little kinks, but we are
in full agreement - Charlene comes first."

She smiled warmly on the verge of happy tears and said, "Cums most, lately."

"That, too."

"Dad, you make me feel so special. I feel so loved. I feel like crying is
what I feel like."

"Then cry if that makes you happy."

She mulled, wiped wet eyes, and said, "Dad, I want to make Mom happy. She is
super enjoying this game. I don't think she'd enjoy it as much if she knew
we were just playing a game. She like has me under a spell, turning me into
a whore who lives to please her. She likes it real nasty. So do I. I like
being her sex slave. She doesn't force me to do anything; she makes me want
to do anything. I like that; I really, really like that. I trust her
totally - you, too. I trust you both and simply want to throw myself at your
mercy for your pleasure. Whatever turns you two on will turn me on. I'm sure
of it."

I lay alongside of her and took her in my arms. God, I loved that girl. As I
said in the beginning - few men are blessed with a daughter like I have. I
now felt fine. We'd be okay, and she was right, Jenny wouldn't like it as
much if she knew we were playing a game. I also knew that Jenny was hard at
work to make Charlene the kind of daughter I wanted, at least in fantasy,
going one better with that mutt-sucking thing. The woman was hard at work
making me a dream-doll. That touched me and didn't seem to bother Charlene
one iota. Jenny was going about it right and making the doll want it. Jenny
knew I wouldn't want it any other way. She is quite a gal, my Jenny. Quite a
slut, too, a bigger slut than I thought. She was already doing shit I didn't
think she was capable of - squatting over our daughter's face and giving her
fucked-cunt facials - Christ! Not exactly light and easy seduction, but you
can't argue with success.

Jenny got off duty at nine that evening and arrived home dog-assed tired.
Waitressing on a Saturday night was always rough, but she went in tired.
Buck kept her tired, so Saturday shifts after starting her thing with Buck
left her dog-assed tired. She wanted to go straight to bed, which threw
Charlene into a panic. I thought it best to wait one night, but Charlene
couldn't wait. She had to do this nightie night thing ASAP. She sat Jenny
down and began massaging her feet.

That was smart and quick thinking. That was the one thing that will keep a
dog-assed tired waitress on her ass; plus, she would feel she owed Charlene
one. Charlene had her nightie on and was all set. As yet, Jenny hadn't
noticed the absence of panties. I would have noticed right away, but sex was
the furthest thing from Jenny's mind, another good reason to put this thing
off.

I was also set for the nightie night thing, wearing my boxers and a T-shirt.
I always sat on the sofa for these things so that Jenny could rub feet. That
was where I was, but Charlene wasn't in my lap, she was kneeling on the
floor before Jenny. She soon had my wife purring, lying in a sprawled slump
beside me on my left, getting more than just a foot rub. This was foreplay,
a leg massage that went all the way up. I couldn't see what her hands were
doing up Jenny's skirt, but I knew that look.

Jenny languished blissfully through ten passes up each leg with long pauses
at the top. Her eyes were closed with her head back most of that time. Yes,
she was getting in the mood. She smiled with Charlene's hands far under the
skirt, then said without looking to me, "Your daughter is being very nasty."

I gave Charlene an atta-girl nod while saying, "Whatever she's doing is
certainly relaxing you."

I now knew what Charlene was up to under that skirt. She was up to her elbow
in pussy - had to be. Her right hand and forearm went somewhere. Since
hearing about Charlene's fist fucks, I had been dying to see one. Charlene
was dying to show me one. The kid was killing two birds with one fist. Jenny
was now in the mood for anything. Still without opening her eyes, she said,
"Oh, Roger, this girl is being very naughty. You should take her panties
down and give her a bare-bottom spanking for this."

Charlene smiled while moving her mother's skirt up so that I could see what
she was doing to earn a bare bottom spanking. Awesome! In almost to the
elbow and I could see the impression of her fist just below the belly
button. Jenny wore no panties or panty hose. This was a request of Buck's.
He hated them and pubic hair. He hated bras, too, but Jenny can't work
without a bra. Charlene got her nipples from her mommy, but Mommy had a big
pair on a big set of mounds that needed the support. After exposing her
mother, Charlene said, "I'm not wearing any panties."

Jenny's eyes popped open and her head shot up to look. Charlene got up on
her knees and lifted the front of her nightie. Jenny looked to me. This told
her that something was new, that something happened, and that the nightie
night thing would not be business as usual. I just smiled. She looked from
Charlene to me, then to Charlene's loins since she still had herself
exposed, having hoisted the nightie way up to her tits. She studied the
provocative, shameless display, then said, "I think you two were being
naughty while I was working my ass off all day."

Charlene said, "Why do you think that?"

Jenny looked to me, and the look alone said, "You fucked her, didn't you?"

We wanted that to be a surprise, but the way Charlene was behaving gave us
away. She would never be that way had we not gotten that intimate. I feigned
innocence while saying, "Charlene told me what you've been up to. You're the
one who has been naughty. You're the one who needs a bare-bottom spanking."

Jenny looked to Charlene who still held her nightie up, still with her arm
up a cunt, wondering exactly what Charlene had shared. Charlene said, "I'm
sorry, Mom, but I told Daddy that you were cheating with Buck and not using
a rubber. I thought he had the right to know since he told me how much he
loves to eat pussy. That was rotten letting Daddy clean up after another
man. He deserves clean pussy to lick and suck on."

"I suppose you showed him one."

"All I did was show him. I didn't think he'd stick his tongue in it."

Jenny smiled and looked to me, satisfied that Charlene didn't tell all, just
enough to get her pussy licked, no longer sure that we had gone all the way.
A day spent eating pussy would produce the same results. If we had fucked,
Jenny would expect me to get behind Charlene and fuck her again. We had
discussed this and that was how she wanted to find out that I scored. I was
to simply stick a dick in Charlene as though that were the most natural
thing, the norm, like a father giving his daughter a greeting peck on the
forehead. Since I didn't shove a cock up her, I must not have gotten that
far.

Jenny was a bit disappointed in me, as in, "How can you spend the day with
your tongue up a girl's snatch and not go for a fuck? Christ, what do I have
to do - stick it in for you and pump your hips. Can't you see she's ready!
Dummy! Dope! Chicken shit!" What she said was, "You need your ass whipped,
you pervert."

Charlene got tired of holding her nightie up and pulled it off with one hand
as I said, "ME! A pervert! You fuck in front of our minor daughter and have
the nerve to call me a pervert."

"Big deal. You spent the entire day with your face in her cunt. You have her
so hot and horny she attacked me as soon as I walked in the door. Christ,
Roger, didn't you even make her cum?"

Charlene volunteered, "No, he didn't. He said that would turn what he was
doing into a sex act, and that wouldn't be right."

That was good and delivered like a true pro. Jenny heard that, looked to me
and fired, "Roger, you fucking asshole. What the fuck is wrong with you. You
have been torturing this poor girl. How the hell can you say sucking on her
cunt isn't a sexual act just because no orgasm results? Do you think she
gives a shit. Look at her. She's so fucking horny she'd fuck a dog out on
the front lawn. I have a good mind to take her to Buck to have him and his
dog put her out of her misery. I may just keep Buck to myself and let her
have the mutt. I'm sure she'd be grateful for that."

Now Charlene threw her act in high gear. She had one hand working her own
cunt while the other fucked her mother, crying excitedly, "Oh yes, Mom, I
will be. Please, the dog is all I need. You can have Buck. The dog is all I
need. Oh please, Mom, I gotta get my cunt fucked by something."

Jenny loved this, certain that I was hearing this for the first time. I had
a stunned speechless dumb look on my face as she said, "See what you've done
to your daughter, you asshole. You have her begging for dog cock like a
cheap slut. Are you happy? Is that what you want? Do you like seeing her
this way. Look at her...LOOK...do you like seeing her this way? I have a
good mind to bring the dog here and have you watch him put that slut out of
her misery. You deserve to watch a mutt fuck your precious little princess
like a bitch in heat."

Now, it was my turn to act. I said, "You wouldn't!"

"Oh wouldn't I?"

Charlene cried, "Please do, Mom. Bring him here. I'll be a real good bitch.
I'll even suck his cock."

That did it for Jenny. That was all she could take. She exploded in orgasm
and I got to see Charlene in action, see one of this fist-fuck orgasms Jenny
told me about. Unreal. I never saw Jenny cum that hard or that long. She
literally went ape and ended up on the floor, dazed. This wasn't exactly the
plan we had in mind. In many ways it was better. With Jenny in a daze,
Charlene and I exchanged looks that agreed on following Jenny's lead. She
had something in mind that was better than what we had dreamed up, and she
would think she brought it all about. Winning was more important to Jenny
than to me. She did deserve the credit. In a way, I sorta slipped in and
stole victory right out from under her. That wasn't right. It was best she
continued thinking that I hadn't had the ultimate pleasure with Charlene.

Jenny slowly came around and got Charlene's arm out of her cunt. With my
help, Charlene and I aided her back onto the sofa where she continued to get
her breath and her wits about her. After a good orgasm, Jenny usually gets a
clear head. Unlike Charlene, one does it for her. I should have warned
Charlene not to trip her trigger. It would not be unlike Jenny to want to go
to bed and be left alone. Then again, being so close to total victory, that
wouldn't be likely. At any rate, Charlene and I were resolved to let her run
the show.

We waited on Jenny to say something. While we waited, Charlene massaged
Jenny's pussy with both hands. Jenny enjoyed that and lay sprawled with her
legs wide to receive it. This wasn't masturbation. This was a vaginal
massage, exciting to watch and we both watched Jenny do her vaginal massage
thing. Four fingers of one hand massaged just inside the mouth of the cunt,
the other massaged the external parts. The entire area between Jenny's legs
was sopping wet. Those fist-fuck orgasms produce a great deal of slit snot
as Charlene would say, and I wish she wouldn't say that. Cunt cream sounds
much nicer. Slit snot...what a pip.

After a few minutes, Jenny rolled her head my way and said, "Did you enjoy
that?"

"I can tell you did."

"I always do. She's very good at taking care of her mommy. I trained her
well."

"Yes, I see that."

"Would you like to see her clean this mess up with her tongue."

Charlene caught my eye and gave me a sly nod, letting me know that she was
ready. I said, "Jenny, how could you even think of having Charlene do that
to you."

"Why shouldn't she. I do it to her all the time. Didn't she tell you?"

I looked to Charlene as though this was news to me and said, "Charlene, is
this true?"

"Yes. I didn't want you to think Mom was a pervert or I would have told
you."

Jenny said, "She has us both eating her cunt for her. She is not the
innocent you think she is. She's a real slut for a tongue. I can't believe
she let you get away with licks. I don't care what you think, you did not
seduce her; she seduced you. I'm surprised she didn't fuck your brains out."

I started to say something, but Charlene beat me to the punch, saying, "He
knows I seduced him. I was pretty obvious. I practically put my naked beaver
right in his face. I was so horny today. I had to have something besides my
fingers."

Jenny looked to Charlene and said, "Why not go for dick? You do know he has
one that's just right for you, don't you?"

"Yes, but I thought he should decide when to use it on me. I don't think he
wants to."

Jenny laughed, looked to me, and said, "Isn't that precious? She thinks her
daddy doesn't want to fuck her. I see why she thinks that. I should let her
go on thinking that. If I did, you'd never get any Charlene pussy. It would
serve you right, too. You don't deserve any, not after tormenting her all
day. Roger, I am so disappointed in you. I swear, I am bordering on being
pissed. I will not have you tormenting this child that way. If you stick a
tongue in this girl, you make damn sure she has a few good cums. I'm
serious. If I ever find out you pulled another stunt like this, I will be
pissed."

I looked properly chastised. She looked to Charlene and said, "I want you to
tell me if this ever happens again. Licking pussy is a sexual act, and when
you engage in a sexual act with anyone, you deserve an orgasm. You should
demand satisfaction, even from your father, especially from your father.
I'll tell you something else, young lady. He wants to fuck you so bad I have
seen him cry. I'm talking tears in his eyes. Don't think for one second that
he doesn't want to stick a dick in you, but you had best resolve yourself to
the fact that he'll never stick it. If you want to get stuck by your
chicken-shit daddy, you'll have to do the sticking. Take my advice. If you
see him with a hardon, he is begging you for pussy. Act accordingly. Take it
and give it back when you're through with it. If he doesn't thank you, then
the next time he gets a hardon, flip him the bird and tell him to go
jackoff."

Charlene smiled big and said, "Are you serious, Mom? Do you mean just do it
without asking...you know...go all the way?"

"Sweetheart, listen to me and listen good. That dick is yours if you want
it. That dick has always been yours for the taking. He won't deny it. If he
does, I'll call him a liar right to his fucking face and he knows it. The
cock, the balls, and all that's in them are all yours. I assume by 'all the
way' you mean can you make it go off inside you. Charlene, his sperm belongs
to you. If you want that sperm in your pussy, all you have to do is slip
your little pussy down his dick. I doubt you would even have to move. There
is no way he could keep from giving you sperm if you want sperm."

Charlene looked to the tent in my boxers. My dick only needed a slight nudge
to come popping out through the gaping fly. Charlene stared, then reached,
nudged, then took my rod in her fist. She looked to her mom and said,
"Really! I could do that? I could get pregnant if I want?"

Jenny smiled and said, "You have a fertile womb and you are holding a virile
cock. You know how to get pregnant. You're a big girl, Charlene. I won't
stop you and he can't, but I'll tell you this. If you get yourself pregnant,
you're not getting an abortion. You'll bear the bastard."

Charlene slowly pumped my cock while mulling this exciting information, then
said, "Can Buck get me pregnant?"

"Anyone with virile sperm could. Just get some in your pussy at the right
time. Buck would love to donate to a good cause."

"You wouldn't mind?"

Now, it was my turn. I said, "Jenny, please don't."

"Why, do you want the honor?"

"No, of course not."

"Then stay out of this. You have no say in this."

"She's my daughter, too."

"Roger, do you have any idea how ridiculous you look talking that shit with
your hard, weeping dick in her hand? Take my advice and stay out of this or
she'll sit on that thing and make a complete fool of you. I would love to
see you try to stop her from getting a load of cum from your balls. You'll
pump your little princess so full of sperm it'll come shooting out of her
ears."

That was the signal Charlene wanted to hear. She got up, looked to her mom,
and I saw the subtle nod she got from Jenny, like, "Do it, Charlene. Fuck
him." Charlene thought for a second, then got her pussy over my cock while
facing her mom. With dramatic pause, she stood with the head centered, got
another encouraging look from Jenny, then eased down. Jenny stared at inches
sinking in. Charlene made the last half look difficult, taking those last
inches in little bounces until her pubes mashed my hair flat. She then
settled back in the crook of my arm in her massage pose, bringing her bent
legs into her mother's lap, her stuffed beaver wide. Jenny smiled big then
leaned in and kissed the place where we were joined, a wet dream come true.

She gave us a few licks before pulling out and patting the juncture, saying,
"How does that feel, Charlene?"

"Wonderful. It didn't hurt at all."

"You're a woman, now. You can be a mother if you want to be, but you'll
probably have to do some moving."

I said, "Please don't move."

Jenny said, "Don't listen to him, Charlene. You do anything you want. He
could stop you from moving if he really wanted to. For that matter, he could
lift you off. He'll do neither. He wants you right where you are and he
wants you to move. Don't pay attention to anything he says. Watch what he
does. When he goes to blow his nuts, you couldn't get your pussy off that
dick if your life depended on it. Try it and see. I'll tell you exactly when
he'll blow. Try to escape and you'll get a taste of rape."

Charlene began moving, encouraged by her mother's inner-thigh-stroking hands
with mine ineffectively trying to stop her. Before long, she rode the entire
length and my hands were assisting. Jenny was in seventh heaven, intimately
involved in this daughter fucking. She got herself turned around and laid on
her belly to put her face right in it, licking us while we fucked, a most
bizarre but very pleasant sensation. She got Charlene's clit in her mouth
and rode up and down while sucking, making Charlene cry out, "Oh yes, suck
on my clitty! He's helping, Mom, his fucking me, now."

"I know, honey, be ready. He won't last long. Remember what I told you. Try
to get away. I want you to experience rape. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! I want Daddy to rape me and get me pregnant."

"He will, Charlene, every time if you want it that way. All you have to do
is get him started."

"Oh, god Mom, he's already doing it. He's doing all the work, now. He's
raping me."

"Fight him, Charlene. Don't let him rape you. You're a nice girl. You're no
slut. You don't want to get pregnant by your own father. Fight, Charlene,
fight!"

Charlene struggled but I would hardly call that fighting. I had no trouble
raping her while she fought. The silly bitch had an orgasm while fighting
against rape, but I think Jenny brought that on by trying to keep the clit
in her mouth. Charlene's orgasmic gyrations tripped my trigger and I blew
cum while jamming her down hard, cramming her with spewing cock which made a
fading orgasm spring back to full force. She screamed through my climax then
went totally limp with Jenny licking at seepage. Now, I was in seventh
heaven. We all were.

Jenny was very happy with the way things went, totally convinced that she
watched Charlene's virgin fuck. She saw all the training come to fruition
with Charlene going for the baby juice. Jenny took a gamble that I would
follow her suggestion and rape Charlene. She could not have been sure I'd do
that. Actually, she was quite surprised that I did that. As I stated
earlier, knocking the kid up was her thing, not mine. I wanted Charlene on
the pill before we did anything with her. That had always been my position.
I wanted her on the pill as soon as she looked like she might be ready to be
sexually active with anyone. She appeared ready at sixteen. Jenny had been
stalling, so this was a major victory for her. Licking my sperm from
Charlene's pussy had to be pure bliss. She certainly licked like it was. You
would think honey was seeping out along the edges. That silly fuck-sucking
slut was getting her tongue in alongside my wilting dick, which kept my dick
from fully wilting.

Charlene looked to me with a dreamy smile that said, "See what I mean about
her. She loves that stuff. She loves lapping up fuck soup." I prefer the
term love juice, but fuck soup was descriptive of what Jenny was lapping at.
I didn't make love to Charlene; I raped her.

Charlene and I languished under Jenny's oral attention. She was totally lost
in her own world, digging deep for the rich stuff with Charlene straining
forward to watch. I gave Charlene back support. We both watched. Jenny had
both of her hands busy between her own legs with her bare ass showing,
licking a fucked cunt while masturbating. She looked pathetic, consumed with
lust, mindless of how that looked. We watched this provocative spectacle for
a good ten minutes and saw a good orgasm. By this time, I had Charlene
plugged with another full erection and Jenny had difficulty getting her
tongue in.

Jenny came out smiling blissfully with a shiny wet face. She kissed her way
up Charlene's front, stopping to give the nipples a sucking, then on to kiss
Charlene. They engaged in a sloppy French kiss right in front of my face.
Neither had ever mentioned doing that. I couldn't imagine them doing that
but Charlene got into Frenching with her mother in a big way, using
excessive tongue, even licking wetness from her mouth, lips, and chin. The
kiss lasted several minutes, then Jenny gave me a quick one before getting
back in her place and taking one of Charlene's feet.

Jenny said to Charlene while looking at her stuffed cunt, "You look very
sexy with your father's hard cock in your pussy."

Charlene said, "That's my hard cock."

Jenny smiled and said, "It is now. Are you happy?"

"Yes, very."

Jenny looked to me and said, "How about you, stud? Are you pleased with
yourself, or are you filled with shame and dread?"

"I'm not pleased, but I feel no shame or dread. I'm weak. I'll admit that."

"Weak?" She mocked. "You weren't weak when you raped your daughter, and you
did rape her. Don't even try to say you didn't."

"All right, I raped her."

"Damn right you did, raped her and came in her pussy. I see you are in no
hurry to get her off your dick. Do you think she needs to soak in sperm?"

"If there's any left in there, I see no harm. Like you said, this is her
dick. She is obviously not finished with it. I'm willing to wait."

Jenny smiled to Charlene. Charlene smiled back and said, "God, it really is
my dick, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Always has been. I should have told you sooner."

"I wish you had. I could have gotten pregnant at twelve."

That warmed her mother's perverted heart. Jenny got a dreamy-eyed look on
her face and ran a loving hand over the juncture of genitals, saying, "Ummm,
yes, and you would have looked so adorable pregnant at that age. I could
kick myself, but you will still look adorable with a big belly and milky
tits. I can't wait to see you waddling about the house in your ninth month,
wearing your birthday suit with cum running down your legs. I picture you
that way a great deal."

"You're going to get your wish if I have my very own dick, plus you can make
all the cum you want run down my legs, even dog cum. You gave me a dick,
I'll give you my pussy. You can do whatever you want with this pussy. It's
your pussy. I'll just carry it around for you. Whenever you want to put cum
in it, I'll bring it to you."

Jenny loved the sound of that. She placed her hand possessively on that
pussy, saying, "That's very generous of you, and I accept the gift. I assume
the womb goes with it."

"Of course. Keep it pregnant if you want."

"I'll do that, Charlene. I'm serious."

"I know you are, but it's your pussy and your womb. What you do with it is
your business."

Jenny looked to me and said, "Sounds like I have myself a whore. What do you
think of that, Roger?"

"That's the way it sounds to me, too."

"Yes, but what do you think of me turning your little princess into a whore,
a pregnant whore. I will, you know. I'm serious. I'm talking slut if I get
my way. [looking to Charlene] Can I turn you into a slut?"

"Yes. I'll be anything you want me to be."

Jenny looked back to me and said, "Well?"

"Well...she's off to a good start."

"More than you think. If you like her as a slut, you have me to thank."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. I must say, you surprise me, Roger. I knew you had it bad
for her, but do you have it that bad that you'll let me have my way with her
to get what you want?"

"I must. I don't feel like stopping you."

"Well, you hold that thought while I get some sleep. I am exhausted. Do what
you want with my whore, but bring her to bed with you. Sleep with your dick
in her. I want to wake up and see that."

With that she got up. As she padded off, I said, "I'll do that. Sleep
tight."

"Fuck you, Roger."

Jenny has a rather loose pussy. She's a bit sensitive about that. She always
says 'fuck you, Roger,' when I mention the word, tight. It's a running joke,
but it was no joke after she took to fist fucking.

As soon as she left the room, Charlene got up and faced me, straddling my
hips before squatting to get re-cocked. She sat fully, then threw herself
into a hug, going, "Oh, Daddy, this was the ultimate. She is so happy. Did
you see how happy she was when I gave her my pussy and my womb and said I'd
be anything she wanted me to be?"

"Charlene, she will turn you into a slut, and she will keep you pregnant.
This is no game. She is dead serious."

"I know, but I don't care. Crazy, huh?"

"Yes. Way crazy."

"Does it bother you that much?"

"Charlene, you're my little princess. What do you think?"

"I think you're fucking me again. That's a funny way to treat a little
princess."

I held her by the ass and was only lifting and dropping her a little bit to
keep my dick hard. Still, she had a point and I didn't stop. I grinned
sheepishly and said, "Can't a daddy fuck a little princess?"

"Sure, but he better get her owners permission first. This is your wife's
pussy you're fucking."

"A husband has every right to fuck his wife's pussy."

That made her think...then smile...then say, "That's right, you do. I didn't
think about it that way, but this is your wife's pussy. You can fuck it all
you want. I just carry it around. When you want some, take some, but don't
treat me like a little princess if you're going to use me like a whore. I
want you to treat me like a whore, a little slut, something to fuck."

I smiled and said, "All right, Charlene, I'll do that." Then, I did that. I
rolled her to her back and fucked the stuffings out of her. I then carried
her to the bed, still joined, and woke Jenny while getting us in beside her.
Jenny rolled our way and immediately reached between Charlene's legs,
smiled, and said, "Good, stay that way. Oh, Roger, I love this. I am going
to be such a bad mommy to this slut, and I doubt I'll feel the slightest
remorse for anything I make her do. I can make her do anything, Roger,
anything. Do you know what I'll enjoy most of all...turning her into a slut
before your very eyes, ruining your little princess. I will, too, Roger. I
will because she'll let me. I'm going to turn her into a bitch, Roger, a
real bitch. I can't wait to see the look on your face when you see your
sweet, innocent, little princess getting fucked by a big mutt and you see
her taking that mutt cock like a bitch in heat."

We had Charlene between us. Jenny had to talk past Charlene to talk to me.
At this point, she looked to Charlene and said, "You'll be a good bitch for
me, won't you, Charlene?"

"Yes, a very good bitch. I'll always be in heat for you. Just bring me a
mutt. You'll see."

Jenny looked to me and said, "I've been busy, Roger. I have been hard at
work making a slut and a bitch out of your little princess."

"I see that. Don't get too carried away, Jenny. Let's remember who this
bitch slut is."

"I won't get carried away, but you stop acting holier than thou. Don't you
dare go back to treating her like the princess. She's a slut princess, now.
You can't have it both ways, and she can't live both ways. She's a slut,
now, and I want her kept that way. We're in this thing together, no going
back. Agreed?"

"Agreed. I'm willing to follow your lead, Jenny, but lets not get too
carried away."

"I suppose getting her pregnant is getting too carried away?"

"No, I'll go along with that."

"You'd better since you're already helping. Doing a good job, too. I'm
impressed. Doesn't it bother you that you're doing this?"

"No, you can keep her barefoot and pregnant. I'll do my part or watch while
you breed her like a dog to any stud you please."

"Really! So, it wouldn't bother you if I breed your daughter to Buck? I know
you won't mind me breeding her to his dog. I'll do that often, starting
tomorrow. You'll think she's married to the mutt, but what about Buck? Are
you saying you won't mind if I breed her to Buck to make a little bastard
Buck, just so he can get his kicks knocking up our little girl."

"I told you to make him happy. If that makes him happy, let him knock her
up."

"Interesting. She may already be. I've been pumping his sperm into her pussy
for over two weeks, now. No, he doesn't fuck her. He puts the head in and I
jack him off. You said make him happy. That makes him very happy. It might
interest you to know she takes a load of virile sperm like a true slut, and
has from the start. She makes me a good spread and takes every drop without
a whine or whimper. Not once has she made an objection to me pumping a man's
cum into her fertile cunt. Hell, she'll pump herself full of cum, then
languish on that spent cock like a happy whore with a cunt full of sperm. I
wish you could see that. You will see that. I want you to do the pumping.
Would you do that?"

"Yes, if he'll let me."

"He'll let you. Hell, he's dying to fuck her in front of you. He wants us to
watch him knock our daughter up."

"We must make him happy."

"We must. So, that isn't going too far. What is? Are you saying I can't
breed her to livestock?"

"I'm saying, we don't get too carried away. I don't want to come home one
day and see her pulling a train on the living room floor."

"Then call ahead."

"Jenny!"

"I was just kidding. I won't get carried away. You're the one I'm worried
about. You keep her out of the dog pound. One dog, Roger, Buck's. I won't
have you breeding her to every stray mutt that pisses in our yard."

"Fine. Get some sleep, Jenny. I think we have a good understanding. Charlene
now knows what she's in for. She hasn't said anything, so I take silence as
acceptance."

Charlene said, "I already said she could do anything. She knew that before I
said it. I let her do whatever she wants. You guys can do whatever you want
with me. I'll pull trains and go to the pound. Do whatever you feel like
doing. Use me anyway you want. Do whatever turns you on. You'll never hear
me whine or whimper. Use me to the fullest while you still have me, because
when I turn eighteen, I'm going to live my own life and only do the things I
like doing, and I'll be on the pill while I'm doing it. You have time to get
three bastards out of me, more if I have twins or triplets. I'll deliver
what I'm carrying when I turn eighteen, but after that, I'm repossessing the
womb. Pussy goes with it. I'm not saying I won't share. I'm saying, for the
next twenty-two months, it's all yours. The whole body is. If you're smart,
you'll use it to the fullest."

That laid things out nicely. Jenny gave her a long French kiss. I gave her a
big hug. Jenny came away from the kiss and said, "Well, I'm taking her at
her word. You do what you want, but if you don't want to see her pulling
trains, call ahead. When I said slut, I meant slut, and I want to watch a
slut pulling trains in the comfort of my own home."

The little slut was happy. I could tell. She knew her mother could get her
plenty of cock, trainloads of cock. That was what she wanted. I finally saw
Charlene for the slut she really was. You just wouldn't know to look at her,
but my cock was buried in a slut that couldn't be happier. I told her I'd
set her up with all the mutts I could and asked if she was serious about
making a trip to the pound. I told her I could probably set something up
with the workers to bring her in after hours so she could come in on a
regular basis to serve the condemned mutts a last fuck - a big fantasy of
mine - dumb, I know, but she said anything.

She said she'd love that and told me to set it up. She even suggested I take
her with me when I went to set something up. She could offer them pussy. She
said, "You could offer me up as their whore in exchange for access to the
dogs. They might put me to work there. Would you like it if I worked as a
whore in a dog pound?"

Jenny, who had rolled away from us, said, "Like it. He'd fucking love that.
You'll get the job, but if you're going to be a whore for him, you'll be a
whore for me, too. I plan to sell all the pussy I can, so get some rest.
You'll need it."

Yes, that was one happy slut. Damn, did we ever have it made. The rest of
this story is predictable. Charlene got hired on the spot - under the table,
of course. Then again, she was under the table sucking off the big boss when
she got the job. Right after that, he brought Spot in and the other
workers - four - one female, three males. I thought the female might pose a
problem. She looked straight as an arrow, but she helped Spot get mounted
then got in front to face-fuck Charlene. What a nasty cunt she turned out to
be, and she was Charlene's immediate supervisor.

Jenny, true to her word, turned pimp overnight. We made a killing selling
pussy. Charlene was pregnant when she turned eighteen and did deliver a set
of twins, making three bastards with one in the oven. She also repossessed
the pussy because we had gotten completely out of hand. The fifteen rings in
her nipples and pussy didn't bother her too much, but we went a little
overboard on vulgar tattoos. Well, damnit, she said anything.

                            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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