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                                   Tale of a Fallen Angel
                                      By Phil Phantom

                                      HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

"Tell me a good fuck story, Viv. I figure a good whore must know a good fuck
story. I'm just going to sit here and listen while I stroke my dick."

"All right. It's your money. I could use the rest. This, by the way, is a
true story. This is my fallen angel story. Is that what you had in mind, or
do you want hot monkey fuck action?"

"Tell me your fallen angel story. That has to be good. You don't look the
part. Something had to make you fall."

"You're right, I got a hard shove, but some angels, regardless of looks like
to stand too close to the edge of a cloud, especially if they think they see
something nasty going on. I may have been an angel, but I was a very curious
angel."

"Who pushed you, a perverted uncle?"

"No, my perverted mother, only she wasn't perverted until some pervert
pushed her. He pushed her into me. Here I am."

"That's it! That's your story?"

"No, silly, that's the preamble. You bought an hour; you'll get an hour.
Pace yourself. This story should be good for three cums. Since you're giving
me a rest, I'll allow more time if you need it. Here, I'll masturbate along
with you. Watch my fingers. Keep pace with my tempo. That's it, nice and
easy."

"Viv, you're the greatest. God, you have a gorgeous cunt."

"I'll bet you say that to all the whores."

"No, I've had them all and told them all about yours."

"When you're with a whore, you should never talk about other whores. That's
very poor form, Jack. I should think you'd know better."

"I've been accused of much worse. They never complain about my money not
being green enough, but a whore with a shaggy, baggy, or unkept cunt will
hear about it from me. I tell them all to take a look at what you have
between your legs if they want to see what a whore's pussy is supposed to
look like."

"Several have pried my legs apart. Now, I know why. Stop doing that.
Besides, my mother and genetics deserve the credit. I just keep it neat and
clean."

"And physically fit."

"Yes, and so do most whores. Look, do you want my story or would you rather
worship my pussy?"

"I'll worship with my eyes. Tell me your story."

"When I was in high school, all through high school as a matter of fact, my
mother had a lover. She also had a husband, my daddy.  I'm not talking about
a guy she fucked, they were lovers. In my freshman year it was a clandestine
affair that she didn't hide very well. By my sophomore year, she was openly
going out on dates, having him pick her up at the house and dropping her off
in the early morning. Sometimes, we'd pass as I was going off to school. I'd
look fresh; she'd look fucked. Sometimes, he'd come in and she'd cook him
breakfast. She made us call him, Uncle Bob. Uncle Bob was happily married,
but she didn't care. They were in love."

"What makes you think that?"

"Late in my sophomore year, everything came to a head. She grew tired of
sneaking around, and the affair was just too obvious. She gathered me,
Buddy, Christen and Daddy on the sofa, and stood before us in one of her
slinky, sexy, going-out dresses, very short."

"How old were Christen and Buddy?"

"Let me see. I was fifteen, so Buddy had to be twelve, and Christen was ten.
Bob is standing beside mom and she proceeds to tell us that they are lovers
in love and that she is tired of hiding her love, that she's not ashamed,
that we had all best get used to it, and she had best not see anyone lifting
so much as an eyebrow.

"We kids were blown away, me especially - not that this was news, but that
she was bringing it out in the open. Being the oldest, I took it hardest. I
felt for Daddy, because she was talking to him as though he were just
another of her kids. He loved her dearly. We all knew that. They got along
great. It didn't seem to matter to her that she was hurting him, humiliating
him, and doing it in front of us kids just seemed cruel, but I could tell
she was intentionally trying to hurt and humiliate him just by the way she
talked to us kids and ignored him, as though he didn't matter.

"I knew nothing about PWs or that a man could get off on being pussy
whipped. She knew and gave him what he craved, but it would ruin it for him
if we kids knew. I didn't learn this until recently. For years, I thought
she had a cruel streak. What I witnessed was emotional cruelty done mostly
to impress a shithead lover. Of all the reasons to pussy whip a man, that
was the lowest, and she let me go on thinking that so as not to ruin things
for Daddy. Confused, yet?"

"No, I understand perfectly. I was into that with my first wife and drove
her to sleep around and be obvious about it. If the kids knew the truth,
they'd think I was sick. I made them think she was sick. I played on her
love for me to get her to be the sicko. I'm sure your father did the same
thing, but she went out and found one to love, or one good one she could
pretend to love. Love isn't sick. It ain't right, but it ain't sick. That's
a compromise solution."

"She now admits she despised the asshole all along, but she had us
thoroughly convinced that she was head over heels in love. I saw what she
was doing as showing off for Bob. He loved it. He had a hardon and a big
grin. She knew she was turning him on. Just when I think this can't get
worse, she says, 'Now, I want you all to watch this and watch closely. Get
used to it, because you'll be seeing much more in the future.'

"She then faces Bob and they are standing centered on me in profile. They
embrace and start kissing passionately. I'm talking some serious
spit-swapping, and then the groping starts. Bob's hands drop to Mom's ass
and he starts gripping, bunching the material as he's grinding his cock
against her crotch. She's up on her tip toes with her arms around his neck,
which raises the hem, but I can see she's all tense and nervous, like she's
gritting her teeth and bearing it, like he wanted to make this scene but she
didn't.

"She is up on tip toes with her head on the far side of his head to get her
mouth by his ear. I just know she is telling him to stop that. I'm sure they
agreed to kiss, because she went right into his arms, but lifting her dress
wasn't part of the agreement. Bob is ignoring her, slowly bunching her
skirt, making the hem rise higher and higher. I see her knuckles turning
white as she digs into the flesh of his back, trying to convey how serious
she is. This has no effect on him. In no time, we can see bare ass flesh and
no panties.

"A lot of the fight went out of her after we saw she had no panties on. She
returns to the kiss, but this is more of a grudging surrender kiss, the
damage being done but he can expect a piece of her mind later on. The kiss
goes on and on and he gets her skirt up high on her ass and starts molding
bare ass flesh. She holds the kiss but I can see she is stiff and
unresponsive, pissed about having her ass bared and groped.

"She remained pissed and unresponsive for a while, but then she became
responsive and didn't look at all pissed. In fact, she looked like she loved
it. She sorta melted under the pressure. Buddy is half off the sofa trying
to get a better look between Mom's legs from the rear. I wanted to slap him,
but we were told not to lift an eyebrow. I figured slapping him would be
frowned on. She obviously didn't mind showing herself or she'd wear panties.
I figured, why should I care.

"It was while watching my mother responding to that crude groping that my
whole attitude changed. I liked what I was seeing. I wanted to see more. I
thought what she was doing was so bold, daring, cool, exciting, and she
looked so sexy, so in-love, so full of passion. I put Daddy out of my mind.
He was a grown man. If he didn't like it, he could get up and leave, get a
divorce, jack off. He did not have to sit there and watch. It actually
turned me on that he was sitting there beside me watching this lewd and
passionate exchange between his wife and another man, a man that could
easily whip his ass.

"Bob kept looking at us while holding the kiss. I knew he was checking our
reaction, so the next time his eyes caught mine, I gave him my smiling
impish look while biting my lower lip, a look like, 'I love it. Do more.'
Daddy saw this exchange, but I didn't care. I wanted him to see, and I
placed my hand on his knee just so that I could directly convey my
excitement by squeezing when something caught my attention.

"Buddy is obviously enthralled, and Christen is on the edge of her seat,
trying to see between their crotches to see the parts that are rubbing
together. From her seat on the far right, there wasn't much else to see. It
was Christen, Daddy, Me, then Buddy.

"Bob sees we're into it, so he slowly turns them so that Mom's ass faces me
and Daddy. There it was, her whole pussy, out in broad daylight, winking at
us as his hands squeezed the fleshy globes low down on her ass with his
fingers lining the crack. Daddy and I could see her hole, inside the lips,
the clit, everything, so could Christen and Buddy. Christen laid over Dad's
lap for a better look as I squeezed his knee hard. Mom shaved her cunt lips,
and she has full, puffy cunt lips besides. Plus, she was totally aroused,
swollen, open, and leaking pussy slime which smothered her clit. Our pussies
are identical, so you can easily imagine what we saw. This wasn't just a
woman's vagina, this was a hot cunt in full arousal.

"Well this act went over so good that Bob decided to take her dress off. I
know they didn't plan to go that far. Mom looked surprised when he reached
up and unhooked, then unzipped her dress. She broke the kiss and they had a
heated exchanged in whispers. She is being very forceful and determined
while losing the argument. The next thing we know, she has her arms straight
up overhead and the dress is coming off. She was naked underneath it.

"We were looking at her naked backside, and she looked great. Since meeting
Bob, she'd been a diet and exercise fanatic, and boy did it pay off. She had
a body like a curvaceous Olympic swimmer. Bob slowly turned her and we saw
her front. Wow! That was my initial reaction, Wow! She looked great. She has
great boobs, and back then, they were firm hooters, proud titties standing
tall on her chest. She had a drum-tight tummy which made her pubic mound
even more prominent.

"Her pussy mound was neatly trimmed in a heart shape and you could see her
cunt very well -  the big puffy lips and her clit poking out all pink and
shiny. Her whole crotch is glistening with her wetness, and I am amazed that
she doesn't have her knees pressed together in the state her cunt was in. I
would have died of shame if anyone saw my pussy looking like that - looking
like a hot cunt. I simply could not believe that this was my mom standing
there like that, showing off her cunt to us kids.

"She had her feet planted outside his with her knees slightly bowed out, and
she's rolling her pelvis in a sexy grind. Our eyes are captivated by her
pussy as it does this obscene dance for us, fucking an invisible cock. Her
hands are hooked back behind his neck and he is holding her by the boobs,
tweaking and rolling her nipples, as he's whispering in her ear. We know
he's telling her what to do, and she does what he tells her. New action
always followed his whispers.

"I'm leaning forward with Christen and Buddy, staring into her cunt and not
feeling the least bit shy about doing it. She obviously wanted us to look at
her cunt, so we looked. Every chance I got to make eye contact with her, I
send her my smiling look of approval. Each time she catches my look, her
dance gets better, the knees go wider, the squat gets lower, and she's
showing more of the core of her sex.

"I get the feeling that I'm the determining factor as to how far she'll go.
She's taking all her cues from me, and I feel like one disapproving look
would end the show. I sense that one thing she told Bob was that she'd go
along until she saw one look of disapproval from me. She knew the others
would love this shit and it couldn't get nasty enough for them. If anyone in
the family tempered her actions in the past, it was me. She didn't want me
to hate her. She always took it hard when I'd give her my disapproving look.
I am very careful not to give that look. I keep my bottom lip in my teeth,
my eyes wide, my lips in a smile, and I remain sitting forward showing keen
interest. This seems to keep her going.

"We're now looking at her wide open cunt doing it's fuck gyrations. We can
now see her slobbery cunt hole. I'm thinking that this show can't get any
better without a cock in it when her right hand sensuously travels down her
front, fingers spread, and slides right in the grove and her middle finger
slips in her hole. Then, she starts masturbating, and I could have shit.

"I can't believe she's masturbating in front of us, and doing it in such a
vulgar way. I mean there's self love, and then there's fucking one's self.
She was fucking herself and giving us the guided tour of her cunt between
fucks, using her fingers to part the lips and expose everything between the
lips, doing it exactly the way I'm doing it, now."

"God damn, Viv, nobody masturbates like you."

"I learned by watching my mother. Watching her masturbate made a huge
impression on me. I'm at that age when I think masturbation is a sick
perversion and that I'm the only girl in Hampton High that does it, living
in constant fear that my mother will find out. Now, I see she does it, and
she does it really good.

"This goes on for a while, then she slows to a casual pussy massage, a very
wet one I might add, but then she starts talking. You have no idea how
distracting it is to be talked to by your mother while she's masturbating,
but we looked up frequently to acknowledge that we were listening. I'm sure
we kids drove Mom on, and drove her to be so obscene. I wasn't the only one
salivating over her pussy. She had us in the palm of her hand, and the palm
of her hand was between her legs. I know what effect that has on a woman.
She could not get her legs far enough apart.

"She says, 'Bob is married and wants to stay with his wife. If he'd leave
her, I'd divorce your father and marry Bob. That's not going to happen, and
I accept that. I'm just his mistress or his whore, depending on who you ask.
You can even ask him and get different answers depending on his mood.
Whether he sees me as his whore, or his slut, or his mistress, to me, he's
my lover, my only lover.'"

"Your father coached those words."

"I'm now sure he did. I could not fathom what she was saying, but this love
affair looked awfully one-sided. It didn't seem right, but it sure was
intriguing. She goes on, saying, 'I am replacing your father with Bob, and
Bob will get all the rights and privileges that a husband should get. Your
father can remain here, but as my guest, a friend. We'll share a bed when
Bob isn't around, but nothing else. He won't be getting any pussy. I plan to
be faithful to my lover, Bob, and as long as your father lives under my roof
as my legal husband, he'll remain faithful to me.'"

"Ah, yes, spoken like the loving wife of a die hard PW freak."

[the pace picks up. Jack follows]

"Yes, and now, I'm really turning on. She not only wants to humiliate Daddy,
she wants to torture him. I don't know why, but I'm dying to cement this
deal and do something to demonstrate my support. I wanted to drop to my
knees and kiss her pussy. I wanted to. Instead, I said, 'Would you like us
to call Bob Daddy?'

[the pace picks up even more. Jack follows]

"Mom smiled and said, 'Yes, I think that would be appropriate, since he'll
be taking your father's place as my sexual mate. Thank you for suggesting
that, Vivian. You're being very mature about this. I take it you approve of
what I'm doing.'

"I love parental approval. She gave me an opening to do more cementing, so I
eagerly said, 'Oh, yes. I approve very much. If you love Bob, and he doesn't
want to leave his wife, you have to be his part-time wife. You're just being
a good wife to the man you love.'

"My words thrilled her. I could see the relief wash over her, a great weight
lift off of her, and a sensual peace come over her. She looks to my dad and
then says to me, 'As you can tell, Bob likes to have his sex out in the open
where everyone can see. Would a good wife go along with that as I am doing.
Would a good wife let her lover fuck her in front of her children, and would
she starve her legally married husband of pussy while she gives her lover
his fill in front of him and his children?'

[the pace picks up even more. Jack follows]

"Strangely, hearing my mother use the word, 'fuck' was more stunning than
anything we'd seen, and she knew it. She threw that out like a wet fuck rag,
and it hit me right in the face. Bob had been getting his dick out and we
next see the blunt lump of purple flesh with one eye come slithering through
her cunt lips, picking up her cunt slime along the way. He had a dick almost
as big as yours and it poked out the front by three inches when his crotch
was pressed tight to her ass.

"We're all staring at this huge cock sliding between her cunt lips, sliding
in and out in a fuck motion without going in her hole. He held her by the
hips and fucked as she used her hand to keep his dick in her cunt groove. It
was the first adult cock I'd ever seen, and I was most impressed. I thought
his must be an exceptionally large cock, and that explained why my mother
would do anything to be his whore. Everything fell into place once I saw
that cock.

"I am speechless, staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed at that huge cock so
she says, 'Well, Vivian, would a good wife let her lover fuck her in front
of her kids and her husband? Tell me what you honestly think.' I looked up
and said, 'Yes, I think a good wife would for a man like Bob...I mean,
Daddy...Daddy Bob, not Daddy my biological father.'

She turns to my biological father and says, 'Walter, get down on your knees
and come over here. Come up along my side. Don't block the kids' view of my
pussy, or their new Daddy's cock which is about to fuck my pussy with your
help, that is, if Vivian, as the oldest child, approves of this method for
wedding a new cock to her mother's pussy.'

"Approve! Boy, did I approve. I couldn't believe I was being asked. They
were all awaiting my approval, none more so than Daddy, my biological father
Daddy. All right, for the sake of clarity, I'll still call him Daddy and
call Bob, Bob, but remember, Daddy became Walter that night, and Bob became
Daddy, and we never fucked up. Anyway, I look to Daddy and say, 'Yes, I
approve. I think that's a good way to make the change official.'

"Daddy slips to his knees. I'm stunned because I'm thinking he'll get up and
leave, go for a drive, get lost so we can get on with the fucking without a
party pooper. He crawls to her left side and looks up like a whipped puppy.
We're all on the edges of our seats as Mom says, 'Take his cock and put it
in my fuck hole. Demonstrate that you understand and accept the new order
around here. Show these kids that you know how to be a good house guest and
that you accept Bob's cock as sole possessor of my pussy. Be a good deposed
husband and put my lover's cock in my pussy, Walter.'

"My cunt is on fire, about to chew a hole in the cushion of the sofa. Daddy
reaches between her legs, takes hold of the cock, and bends it up to her
hole. She places her left foot on Daddy's shoulder and turns slightly to the
right. Now we see everything, and as if that weren't enough, Mom brings the
fingers of both hands down to spread the lips wide apart like this. That
brought us kids off the sofa like the springs had been loaded. We took up
kneeling positions in front, shoulder to shoulder to witness from as close
as we dared the dramatic penetration.

[the pace picks up even more. Jack follows, sensing the climax]

"This fired Mom up, and she starts teasing her hole out of reach. Bob is
still moving his dick, which slides in Daddy's grasp, making it look like
Daddy is jacking him off. She lets him get the head in, then slides off. He
looks like he's trying to thread a needle on a running sewing machine. If I
were to watch this now, I'd see it as being funny, but at that time, I
thought they were being cruel, rubbing it in, heaping the humiliation on. I
thought it was great and impulsively brought my hand to her inner thigh, the
thigh she had lifted, and began stroking her.

"She immediately looked down. We locked eyes. I wasn't sure I hadn't crossed
the line. I mean, here I was, stroking my mother's intimate area. I'm
talking about the part right up at the top, a part no daughter ever gets to
touch, even accidentally. I did that to convey more than a look of approval.
She might miss a look, but not a feel, not there. She did not misconstrue
the message, either. She smiled an approving smile. I was so excited, and my
arm that was giving comfort and support to the enemy was blocking Daddy's
view, making his difficult job impossible.

"This charade seems to go on forever, and I'm getting bolder and bolder,
using both hands on both inner thighs, squeezing and rubbing, when he
finally gets connected and the dick goes in. Then, they start fucking, and
while they're fucking, I massage Mom's crotch. I'm not getting my fingers
wet, but my hands are right in there with hers, and his balls are touching
my hands. I even cupped his balls. I got brave and touched her clit, and she
releases her hands with my finger on her clit. I figured she wanted me to
take over, and I was all too willing."

"OH, FUCK, VIV!"

"Wait. Stay with me, Jack...I approached cautiously, but before long, I held
her cunt lips open while they fucked. Before doing that, I took the
opportunity to thoroughly explore every inch of her cunt, and got my hands
thoroughly slimed. Jack, that was an awesome experience for a young girl who
idolized her mother. She became a sex goddess that night, and I worshipped
her sex. She could do no wrong.

"I felt them up while they fucked. I felt all over his slimy cock and balls.
He often fucked through my grasping fingers and into her cunt. When he came
in her pussy and the mess began getting on my fingers and sliding down my
arms, it was ambrosia, not yucky scum as my best friend called it. With his
dick only half in, I boldly grasped the base of his shaft and began milking
the last of his spend. When he pulls out, my hands are right there to catch
the load, and what a load it was."

"JESUS CHRIST!"

"Stay with me....Mom is a juicy bitch anyway, but Bob is a heavy cummer. He
must go without for many days before seeing Mom, because his first fucks
were always gully washers. No man I've ever met can cum like Bob could. I'm
talking a flood of thick semen. I was out of my mind, my hands drenched in
their fuck, when suddenly, my hands were smearing that fuck all over my
face. They just watched as I went back for more and more until all the mess
had been transferred from her crotch to my face, hair, and neck. I actually
sent my fingers up her cunt to get more."

"FUCK, GET IT, VIV!"

Vivian dove on his cock and nursed a shuddering discharge from him. Like a
good whore, she abandoned her own orgasm and took care of her trick. She
swallowed his load, wiped her lips, sat back in her chair, then got back
into her wide beaver position and once again took up the lazy stroke they
started with. Jack would be a few minutes catching up.

Vivian resumed, "When she brought her leg down, and I sat back on my heels,
I found myself sitting there, smothered in wet fuck with everyone staring at
me. It was like waking up from a wet dream. Had mom not been smiling, I'd
have died, but that smile was all I needed to smile back.

"The next two years saw many more scenes like that, even worse, but Mom
never let it get too out of hand. Sex between them always involved the
entire family. Typically, Mom made Daddy sit in a chair after she dropped
his pants. He had to jack off to the fuck. That was the only sex he got, so
he quickly overcame his shyness and jacked off. Watching him jackoff and
seeing him cum all over himself was a real treat for all of us."

Jack now rejoined her, saying, "Did this Bob guy nail you?"

"Bob couldn't touch us kids, but we could touch him on his cock and balls.
We could touch her all we wanted to, anywhere we wanted to. Hell, we
masturbated her while she got fucked. We kids handled the foreplay, and my
thing was playing with her spermy pussy after a fuck and cleaning her by
transferring the fuck to my body."

"Fun job."

"I thought so. Mom also gave me the pleasurable job of attending her body, a
daily chore that I eagerly looked forward to and took hours accomplishing. I
bathed her, shaved her, massaged and anointed her with scented oils. I even
administered enemas. I attended her pussy for her, which included
masturbating her and changing tampons. She simply turned her body over to me
and languished under the most attentive care, lovingly applied. I would love
to have a daughter that thought I was a sex goddess.

"We kids were an intrugal part of the fucking from beginning to end. We all
liked playing with Bob's cock, even Buddy. We took turns. Someone had the
job of opening Mom's pussy. Someone else got to guide the cock in, and
someone else held his balls while they screwed. There were times when they
didn't move at all. We'd get two or three inches in and jack Bob off in
Mom's cunt.

"We got better as we went along. We kids took more and more of the
initiative. They never told us what to do. We simply took over and they let
us. We stripped them, got each one worked-up and ready, placed them in the
position we wanted them to fuck in. In mid-fuck, we'd have them change
positions. Between the three of us kids, we covered every erogenous zone,
and her fucks were a trip to heaven as she just laid there with her legs
apart being gang serviced. That has to be the ultimate sex trip for any
mother, and we lived to give her a trip to heaven."

"Did you guys eat her out?"

"Christen got carried away one day and licked Mom's pussy while they were
fucking. Mom didn't stop her, even after Bob pulled out and Christen began
licking inside the hole. We all stood back and watched Christen lick Mom's
pussy clean, inside and out. Mom gave her a good spread and waited until she
was done, then patted her on the head, but after Bob left, she sat Christen
down and asked her not to do that. That was it. No yelling, no threats,
just, don't do that.

"Lucky for me, Christen took the plunge first, because I would have curled
up and died if she'd said, don't do that, to me. Christen just shrugged and
asked for something to get the taste out of her mouth. I think she got a
cookie and a soda pop. Lucky bitch.

"Late in my junior year, Bob showed signs of losing interest. His weekly
overnight stays became bi-monthly quickies. We all knew he had a powerful
interest in me, and Mom used me to keep his interest. At first, she
encouraged me to wear my sexiest clothes, then to wear them without
underwear, then she had to buy special sexy clothes, then hooker outfits,
then she'd make me up to look like a hooker. Anyway, we kept sinking lower
and lower. By the start of my senior year, she had me showing my naked tits.

"I had to work topless so I wouldn't stain my clothes, or at least, that was
the excuse she used. Smearing my body with fuck was still my thing, and my
thing kept growing because they loved it. It wasn't enough to smear my face.
I had to smear my whole body from the waist up, and making a big production
out of doing it. While she laid in a baby-delivering position, I reached
inside her cunt, actually fist-fucking her to get my hand juicy. I'd switch
hands and smear the fresh fuck with one while getting more with the other.

My post-fuck shows were a big hit and only got bigger, nastier, and messier
as time went on. Once I started going topless, smearing my tits, or getting
my tits wet by pressing them between her legs, in effect, tit-fucking her,
became the hot item. Bob was a tit man, so when my set went on display, his
interest returned.

"Still, things kept degenerating, and I was the bait used to keep Bob coming
back. His visits in my senior year were monthly events, and Mom appeared
desperate to hang onto the asshole. There was no love, just her dependency,
and he called her his whore, and generally treated her like shit. Still, she
took the abuse, made excuses for his behavior, and she used me more and
more.

[the pace picks up. Jack follows]

"In time, I wore only panties, and a sex session started with me stripping
down to my panties while everyone gathered around to watch. Those strip
shows got progressively more vulgar, especially latter on when we needed
something more bizarre to get the show rolling. I was an adorable little sex
kitten in my senior year, and I knew it. Though I hated the way he treated
my mother, I liked the attention he gave me, and Mom encouraged me to be
flirtatious, to even act horny for his cock. I was. It was no act.

"In the last semester of my senior year, I was told to make my strip routine
a slow and sexy strip to get Bob excited. This was a family project, but it
was my job, my responsibility, to see that Bob got good and worked-up for a
fuck. This was a major escalation, but I was all for it, and I took my job
seriously.

"Everyone had parts to play. We spent many nights rehearsing these routines
using Daddy as a stand-in for Bob, only Daddy got teased mercilessly with no
relief as we tried one thing then another until Mom felt we had a good
routine down.

[the pace picks up even more. Jack follows]

"Needless to say, Bob loved the acts, and started returning to weekly
visits. He never stayed all night. He'd take in the show, fuck mom, take in
my post-fuck routine, then leave, probably to spend the night with his new
mistress. This only drove Mom to try harder, and she put even more pressure
on me to try harder. I told Mom I was willing, but didn't see how I could do
more if I had to wear panties.

"Mom wanted the panties to remain on, but she also wanted me to flash my
pussy. I did this by pulling them to my knees just to strike a pose, pulling
the crotch up tight and getting the material fully inside the lips, or
pulling the crotch away in various poses while playing to Bob or Bob's
standin during a rehearsal. This addition almost killed Daddy. Rehearsals
were shear torture for him, but I loved rehearsals more than the actual
shows.

"When obscene peeks grew stale for Bob, I had to climb all over him, rubbing
my pussy in his face. I was also directed to get his dick thoroughly wet
with my cunt juice, which meant I could work his dick all over and through
my cunt. I could even insert his cock, but she'd only let me put the head
in. Daddy, of course, got that same treatment, only I had to be very careful
when his cock was in me, because nine times out of ten, he'd go off, and I
had to quickly get my womb out of danger. Rehearsals became very messy
affairs, fun, but messy.

[the pace picks up even more. Jack follows]

"Sometimes, Buddy had to stand-in for Daddy, but he was worse than Daddy,
and loved to surprise me with a sneak cum shot right up my cunt. He was good
at cumming while making no outward sign. I'd suddenly feel gooey wet between
the lips, and know I'd been creamed. Mom thought it was funny, even when it
happened with Daddy. I'm damned lucky I didn't get knocked-up as a virgin.
She refused to put me on the pill. She said a girl must learn to protect
herself naturally. Naturally, I did a lot of sperm flushing, and the douche
bag and bowl were kept in the living room for that purpose.

"Christen and Buddy got in on the act late in my senior year. They'd handle
the stripping and showing. I simply turned my body over to them. The rule
was, the panties had to stay on my body, but they stayed mostly on one
ankle. They're big thing was getting Bob's cock in my pussy, only the head,
sticking by the rules, and then jacking him off till he came, then leaving
me plugged to soak in the sperm. She had to go along because that was what
he came for - to put sperm in my pussy and make me sweat it out.

"Mom wasn't too crazy about that, and it was more that she wanted the first
load, not out of concern for my fertile womb drowning in virile sperm, which
it most certainly was. Even with just the head in, after he came, my cunt
was full. Watching me lying there, impaled on a spent fuck stick, in a
sweat, dying to get to the douche bag, tickled everyone except Daddy and me.

"When school let out, things went downhill rapidly. The panties went right
away. Mom wanted my pussy shaved bald, and gave Buddy the job. My pussy was
his responsibility. I had no say in the matter. This was his reward, and the
little fucker, now fifteen, was impossible. You can imagine what that horny
little pervert put me through."

Jack smilingly said, "I can imagine, but why don't you tell me."

"Are you liking this story?"

"I'm liking it better and better as you go along."

"From here on it goes straight down hill. I was not a happy camper. Buddy
tortured me with those shave sessions. He teased me the way I teased Daddy,
but at least Daddy got off. All I got was heaps of humiliation and a shaved
twat, a twat shaved daily by the way. If you must know, I hate shaving my
twat. I only do it because the profession demands a clean look.

"Bob became a super asshole during those last few months. He started
bringing guys over, and they were jerks. They'd watch the show, then Bob
wanted Mom to let the guys he brought fuck me and Christen. She absolutely
refused, but allowed herself to be pressured into letting them cum in my
pussy without full penetration. For that, I was laid across her lap, the men
put the heads of their cocks in my cunt, and Mom jacked them off in me.
Then, they'd laugh while I did my public douche.

[the pace picks up even more. Jack follows]

"Later, they had Christen doing the jacking off, and they wouldn't let me
douche. Mom actually put a cork in my cunt with three or four loads of cum
in there. I couldn't douche until they left, and they sometimes partied all
night, taking the cork out to add more. She told me that if I got knocked
up, that was my tough luck.

"Christen started getting the same treatment, and then they started on
Buddy. He took it in the ass. It got very ugly, Jack, and we hardly
recognized our mom. She couldn't turn loose, although she could see we
weren't having fun and that we all hated Bob. The men he brought over were
free to do anything but fuck us, but they fucked us anyway. Sometimes Mom
bitched about it, but mostly she ignored it. We gave a lot of blow jobs and,
of course, we had to let them jack off in our cunts and asses. We were
little whores, pure and simple.

"GET IT, VIV!"

Vivian wasn't expecting this one. She dove, but caught it in the face. She
captured the rest, and like a good whore, she left the cum on her face when
she sat back to resume her tale. Jack was wasted, and his hour was almost
up. She waited until he appeared composed, then said, "You're time is about
up. I said you could have three, but can you manage three?"

"I don't think so, Viv. I wish I could. I would like to hear the punch line,
though."

"Bob made a major mistake right when things were intolerable for us. He
showed up with his new mistress to show off his whore family as he called
us. Mom went ballistic. The shows were over. The shaves ended. My job ended.
My sexy wardrobe got trashed, and she tried to return everything to pre-Bob
order, which was fine with us, because we'd had our fill of sex and craved
normalcy.

"The transition was literally overnight. Mom said the last four years never
happened, and they simply never happened. That lasted until Daddy died, we
fell upon hard times, and she began looking at us as material assets. Mom
began pimping us kids. We made good money, bought this big house, hired on
more girls. Now, here I am, single, twenty-one, a fallen angel with a nice
cunt between her legs that you need to stop rubbing other whore's noses in.
Promise me."

"All right. You know, I think I'll rent your mother next week and hear this
story from her perspective."

"All right, but to hear her tell it, you would think I were the slut who
drove her to whoring."

"Well, Christen agrees with your mother, then."

"She's the slut that drove us all to whoring."

"I'll figure out who the slut is and get back to you."

"Well, if anyone can find a slut in a whore house, you can."

He smiled like a man up to the challenge.

                                     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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