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                                                   Dueling Uncles
                                                   By: Phil Phantom
                                                 HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com


Little Debbie, thirteen going on fourteen, looked like she had a pussy
between her legs that would make any man moan in ecstasy. She had a
prominent bulge in the front of her string bikini bottoms that suggested a
penis and testicles or a cunt that could nibble its way down a cock and suck
in the balls. She had outgrown the awkward stages of puberty and now had the
body and face of a beautiful little woman. She had tits, not buds, and they
were A"s" going on B"s". Little Debbie was a doll - a gorgeous, 5', 96lb,
hazel-eyed, dark-brown-haired, bubbly, bouncy, frisky bundle of lust on
dainty feet with painted nails.

She preferred the company of adults and she knew she was hot stuff in adult
company. Any fool could see problems ahead, and her parents were not fools.
John and Sarah were liberals who believed in learning from mistakes, having
the freedom to make mistakes, and helping pick up the pieces after mistakes.
They believed that kids aren't clay. A child will be what it will be not
because of you but in spite of you. Good parenting or bad, cream will rise
to the top. Trying to force a child in any direction is like trying to push
a chain. Better to get out in front and pull - lead by example. They might
follow.

When it came time to let Debbie pick out the bathing suit she wanted, Sarah
had to grit her teeth and remember her resolve, then pull out her Visa card
to buy practically nothing. The price was something.

It was in that nothing of a suit that Debbie pranced, bounced, skipped,
dipped, bent, arched, flipped, and flopped while four couples sat around the
pool mesmerized by young flesh rejoicing in being young and female. Debbie
made certain she was the center of attention. If she ever found their
attention straying, she'd do something audacious to win it back, like
surfacing after a dive with a skewed top, exposing one or both breasts. That
always worked.

She would also bring a skewed top to Sarah for retying, removing the top
completely, wanting her mom  to start from scratch while Debbie held her
hair out of the way, facing the group, tits out, arched, stretched, proud
with every right to be. The little woman child had incredible tits, firm as
sinewy thigh flesh with long, dark nipples like chocolate kisses. She had no
tan line because she sunned herself wearing only the bottoms. She preferred
to have someone oil her because the oil softened her nails and that did
something or other - another attention getter.

One Saturday, early in the season, Debbie sat on her sunning table amid the
semi-circle of adults who were sitting in chairs and loungers, gazing at her
usual  beaver made by leaning back on stiff arms with legs hanging off the
side edges of the coffee table. She rode that narrow coffee table like a
horse, leaning back and using the rump for support - sometimes on stiff
arms, sometimes on elbows, sometimes lying flat. This time, she was up on
straight arms looking into her own beaver, saying, "Mom, I need a bikini
wax. My public hairs keep poking out from under the crotch piece. It's
embarrassing."

Calling her pubic hairs public hairs was funny the first few times, cute the
next ten, but was now too old to even give her a courtesy grin. What Sarah
should have said, and fought not to say, was, "Wear a suit with a decent
crotch and that won't happen." What she said was, "A bikini wax won't help
with a suit made of string. If hairs poking out bothers you, what you need
is a shave."

Sarah exaggerated. The bikini was more than string, but not much more. The
flat braided crotch strap was only one-half-inch wide between the legs,
leaving both labia lips exposed when Debbie sat and made a beaver, which she
did to excess. If the suit had a feature it was vaginal exposure. Debbie
looked for a suit with that feature. She picked a good one. Between Debbie's
legs there were three areas that needed cover: the left lip, the right lip,
the half-inch gap between them where all the goodies were. The strap could
cover one feature. Whenever she spread her legs, it was pot luck. Every
beaver yielded some kind of treat and she continually had to dig that strap
out of her gash. For $114.98, you'd think there would be a Velcro snatch
guard.

Her mother was right, only a shave could solve her problem. That was all
Debbie needed to hear. She went off, shaved her pussy bald, then returned to
show everyone, marking the first time she appeared bottomless. She now wore
the top with no bottoms. Her baby bald beaver impressed everyone except her
mother. Sarah grit her teeth as her husband praised his daughter's denuded
vaginal form. Everyone agreed, Debbie had a lovely, well-developed pussy
between her legs.

Debbie was very proud of her pulpy, grown-up-looking pussy with an
adult-size clit sticking out from between pillowy labia lips. Her shiny pink
clit looked vulgar between the lips of a bald cunt. They said sexy and used
the term pussy. She thought the clit looked sexy and pulled the lips open to
display it better. No one told her that looked sexy. That was too vulgar to
pass off as sexy. Her mother put a stop to that display, but not sternly or
angrily. She simply said, "That's enough, Debbie."

Debbie decided to sun her butt since it was already out and had been
accepted out. When she laid face down on her sunning coffee table, she
reached back and undid her top. Freed of the top, she then had to prop
herself up on her elbows to be rid of her top. She was now naked - outside,
among the people, stark naked. She waited to see if anyone would notice.

Debbie's coffee table was her stage, and she set her stage for maximum
effect between the pool and the adult semi-circle. Regardless of the sun's
position, her feet were to her audience with a couple on her right, another
on her left, another down the left leg, Mom and Dad down the right. Anyone
could reach out and touch her or use her sunning table to rest drinks when
she didn't need it.

She asked for oil and received a thorough backside lube job from two men who
did an excellent job on her ass and crotch. When it was time to flip, she
was tits-up naked, all the way naked, full-frontal nudity, what she'd been
after all along. All along she had been testing her limits with this
objective in mind. They saw it coming. When the day did arrive, none were
surprised except that neither Sarah nor John said anything. They were even
more surprised that neither said anything about Randy and Dick venturing
oily hands between their daughter's legs, which they did to excess.

When one ventured out, another ventured in. Her pussy didn't get much sun,
neither did her tits. Two grown men openly fondled her and fingered her.
Debbie didn't figure on being fondled and never dreamed of getting fingered.
Being naked seemed to make a difference in the way men treated her. Their
oily fingers slipped into her pussy and her asshole as though they couldn't
help themselves. Debbie didn't expect that to fly, but it flew as though men
aren't expected to restrain themselves if a girl is all the way naked. She
laid there and took the fingers, little dips and digs at first, but
eventually roto-rooting reamers to the palm in both openings, amazed that
both of her parents allowed that through silent acceptance.

At first, Debbie had both legs on the table, not together, never together,
but after a few minutes of being tits-up naked and fingered, her legs
drifted off the edges. After that, everyone could see what they were doing
plain as day - their wives; her parents; the couple from across the street.
Bill's wife would never permit such a thing, but they weren't averse to
watching two grown men finger a child.

After thirty minutes of getting oiled in the nude, Debbie decided she needed
to go potty. It was go to the bathroom and finish herself off, or let the
guys finish her off in place and try to hide an orgasm. Watching her walk
away in the nude on rubbery legs was a treat, but watching her return
wearing a look of satisfied bliss, still naked, brushing her long flowing
hair like a Polynesian princess - that was a vision. Either she took a
healthy shit or she fucked herself with the phallic handle of that hair
brush. That wasn't a brush that could also serve as a dildo; that was a
dildo you could brush hair with. The brush was like a slender bowling pin
with bristles at the base.

This hair brush of Debbie's was a running joke. From the day she first
showed up with the thing, he guys refused to recognize it as a hair care
product. They called it a dildo and them doing so always got a reaction from
Debbie. "It is not a dildo. Mom, make them stop calling my hair brush a
dildo." For her to come out brushing her hair with her dildo was a
provocation and another attention getter. Someone - Randy, Dick, or both -
was bound to sniff the handle and either accuse her of brushing her hair
with a dildo or fucking herself with a hair brush. They did both: "Mom, make
them stop!"

Debbie walked among the people, brushing her hair, seeing if it was now okay
to be completely naked, to walk about naked, to stand, stoop, squat, bend,
and talk naked, to go in and out of the house naked, to sit astride her
horse naked, to shoot buck naked beavers while brushing her hair with a
dildo.

She found that she could, and when she stood close to someone, they would
draw her in and stroke her flank, bare ass, and back. Even Bill could do
that. The women did that. Her mom and her dad did that. Dick and Randy would
stroke the insides of her legs from calf to crotch, mostly crotch, and they
continued the practice of delving fingers into her holes. Debbie kept
returning to Dick or Randy to get her holes reamed and her clit fluffed up.

Oddly, when it came time for a dip, Debbie asked her mother's help in
donning the suit. Seemed silly, but Sarah assisted. Debbie was in and out of
that suit all day. That turned out to be a big attention getter, getting in
or out. She received assistance doing both. Everyone, even Bill and Angela,
served as assistants. Getting sun was a good excuse to get naked and lubed.
That duty always fell on Randy and Dick and became progressively more openly
sexual as the day wore on. They even brushed her - or rather, pinned her -
they fucked her with the damn dildo is what they did - both holes, to the
bristles - a foot-long brush with eight-inches of handle.

Randy and Dick put liberal parents to the test, but they went back a long
way with John and Sarah. They played football together in high school. They
were at the wedding. They watched Debbie grow up. They were Uncle Dick and
Uncle Randy. The men adored Debbie and really showed it by late afternoon
after Bill and Angela departed. They brought Debbie to orgasm and made fools
of themselves doing it. One had a finger up her ass. The other had a
brush/dildo working her pussy. Each had a tit, and together they made Debbie
writhe, heave, and buck. They worked her over good and left her spent and
panting with only half of the bristles poking out of her cunt with the end
of the handle turning her innie belly button into an outie.

John didn't say anything about this vulgar assault which amounted to being
held down and raped, nor did Sarah, but they weren't pleased. Their daughter
would have to give birth to that hair brush before bedtime. Randy's wife,
Jill, thought fucking the kid with that brush was amusing. She also thought
Sarah and John were a couple of over-indulgent liberal fools. Dick's wife,
Jenny, wasn't amused, but she wasn't about to say anything if Sarah didn't.
How they raised their kid was their business. Jenny liked Debbie and didn't
blame Debbie one bit, but she hated to see Dick look and act the fool over a
child. What he engaged in was an act of child molestation whether the child
wanted it and the parents allowed it or not.

In the car on the way home, she spoke her mind, saying, "You really did it
today, Dick. I hope you're proud. You finally showed your true colors."

"Well, god damnit, Jenny, she begged for it. More, more, more...we gave her
more."

"She's a thirteen-year-old child, Dick."

"She'll be fourteen in two months."

"So fucking what. If she were seventeen, she would still be a child under
the law."

"The law wasn't there. Her parents were right there the whole time. They are
the law, and they didn't say shit all day."

"And they are not happy with the way you two took advantage of their
daughter. Don't say you didn't. That kid had no chance. She would have kept
coming back to those fingers, and you guys knew it. You guys lured her with
fingers and worked her over with the brush. You lured her into a rape is
what you did."

"Did they say anything to you?"

"I spoke with Sarah in the kitchen, but that was before Bill and Angela
left. She wasn't happy then, and that was before you began playing hide the
hair brush in her offspring."

"Well, damnit, she should have said something. We'd have stopped."

"I did find out why they haven't said anything. You may be interested to
know that you two perverts could go all the way with Debbie and they still
wouldn't say anything."

"WHAT! She said that? We can fuck Debbie?"

"You could, but you might lose dear friends if you do. They would allow it,
but they won't like it."

"Then why would they allow it?"

"Debbie needs to learn a lesson. I agree. I just don't think she needs it
taught that way. They seem to think that only experience teaches. I would
set her down and go, 'Now, look here, girl. This is how it is.'  They know
she's asking for it, playing with fire, and they are willing to let her get
burned."

"Burned? Burned how?"

"I assume pregnant, but with those two, who knows. We may be talking heavy
shit."

"Like what?"

"Use your imagination, Dick. If you could do anything you wanted to Debbie,
what would you do?...Never mind, I know. Do it if you have the balls. Maybe
Sarah was giving me the green light to pass along to you; maybe you'll lose
a dear friend even if that was a green light. I don't know. If it was me, I'
d back off, but you'll probably play one-up-man-ship with Randy until you
fuck Debbie over royally. Who knows, if you two idiots get carried away and
the Cummings stick to their resolve, it might be fun to watch. I know Jill
is looking forward to it. I'm sure she's egging Randy on."

"He'd fuck her over just to do me one better. He started that hair brush
shit. I was the first to get a finger all the way in her, and I'll be the
first to bury my dick."

"I knew it. Here we go. Let the games begin."

"Well, god damnit, Jenny. If I got a green light, so did Randy. He'll go for
it. I'd look like a wimp if I stood back and let him have it all."

"IT? We are talking about Little Debbie. She's not an it."

"I know, but she does need to learn a lesson. She's not asking for it, she's
begging for it. We won't fuck her over, but two other jerks will. John and
Sarah know what they're doing."

"I think it's more a case of them knowing what kind of girl Debbie is and
coming to accept it."

"Debbie is no whore, Jenny. She's just a girl in love with being a girl. She
loves male attention. She always has. Now, she has a sexy body and a
full-blown cunt between her legs. This is something new and it's going to
her head."

"I know exactly what is going to her head, and through her head, and so does
Sarah. Jill sees it. Angela sees it. Normal girls don't get that carried
away with their sexuality or their bodies, not at that age. We see a budding
whore, a future stripper or porn star. Sarah doesn't think there's a fucking
thing she can do to alter that course. Jill doesn't want her to. Angela
wants to watch. She and Bill would stand in line to watch a dog take a
shit."

"And what do you think?"

"I already told you. If I were her mother, I would set her down and lay it
out for her - tell her how it is and how it's gonna be. That may not change
a damn thing, but I'll be damned if I'll raise a whore."

"Yes, but she isn't your daughter, and I'm asking what you think."

"All right. I'll be honest. You putting your dick in her wouldn't impress
me, not even to the balls. As big as you are, Debbie could handle you, no
sweat. The way she took that brush, I'm sure she's had cucumbers or
something bigger. If you want me onboard, cum in her pussy in front of her
parents. Show no regard for her getting pregnant. Do it deliberately. Grab
that little slut, cram her full of cock, and pump her full of cum. Hold her
there and make her soak in it. Do that and get away with it, I'll support
you all the way. I'll be just like Jill, standing by my man. Debbie is your
whore. I'll step aside or make room in the bed."

"No shit! You mean like a threesome?"

"Why not. She's gorgeous. I'd eat that pussy, but there is one stipulation.
 From the moment you slip her the dick until this shit ends, I can fuck
anyone I want to fuck, no questions asked."

Dick mulled this over then said, "Who do you want to fuck?"

"None of your business. No questions asked, remember."

"It's someone I know, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"You're fucking him now, aren't you?"

"Do you honestly expect me to answer that."

"You just did."

"Think what you want."

"It's John, isn't it?...Randy?...You're not fucking Bill, are you?...It must
be someone in our neighborhood...Gary?...Mark?...Colin? Are you fucking that
nigger, Jenny?"

"I'm not saying, but he's the first man I'm going to in a short skirt with
no panties. I'll offer this white pussy on a platter, and if you ever use
the 'N' word again, it'll be fertile white pussy. I'll knock the bigot out
of you if I have to nurse your little black bastard in public."

"You'd actually do that, wouldn't you?"

"With a wet pussy. Don't tempt me, Dick. I would love to offer Colin or any
handsome black man a fertile pussy to fuck at the worst time of the month."

Dick mulled this shocking revelation over while pulling into the driveway.
After shutting off the motor, he turned to his wife and said, "Why don't we
up the stakes?"

"I'm listening."

"I nail Debbie; you go off the pill for the duration - no pills, no rubbers,
no pulling out. If you get knocked up, we keep the little bastard."

"I'm not on the pill and haven't been for over six months. We've been doing
the rhythm method. You just didn't know it."

"Why."

"I'm not saying that I've been cheating on you, but I would not want to
cheat with a pussy that couldn't get knocked up. That would take some of the
fun out of cheating. The pill reduces the risks and the consequences of
cheating. I believe that cheaters should live with the risks and the
consequences. A cheating wife doesn't ask a lover to wear rubbers or pull
out. A cheating wife wraps her legs around a lover and pulls him in. She
takes the cum shot in the womb and wears the fuck until it leaks out or her
husband licks it out. That is how I'd be...IF I were cheating."

"That's cold, Jenny. If I find out you've been cheating and letting me lick
your fucked pussy...if you've been lying there watching me eat another man's
cum...I'll lose a lot of my respect for you."

Jenny smiled and placed her hand on the side of his face, saying, "I know,
sweetheart, but that is one of the risks a cheating wife is willing to take
for the joy of watching her husband lick a lover's load out of her cheating
cunt. The loss of a little respect is a small price to pay for that great
pleasure. That's a bargain no wife in her right mind could pass up. You know
how we gals are; we are always out looking for a bargain. I know I am, and
do you want to know who else is like that? Someone who can't pass up a
bargain like that?"

"It sure ain't Sarah after what she paid for that suit....Who?"

"Jill."

"Jill feeds Randy her lover's cum? [laughing, slapping the steering wheel]
Oh fuck! That's fuckin' beautiful! Randy slurping up some guy's wad out of
his old lady's snatch. That's just too fucking beautiful. I'm going to fill
that bitch so full of cum he'll choke on it."

"Yeah, payback's a mother, huh?"

Jenny couldn't see Dick's face turn pale, but she knew. The light dawning
should have lit up the car. He slumped back in the seat and said, "Jenny,
how could you? Not Randy. Anyone but Randy."

"Oops! Did I let the cat out of the bag? I'm sorry, Dick. I haven't done it
with Randy all that much. Of course, much is a relative term. I'm sure you
think once or twice a week for six months is too much. He doesn't."

"Fuck...does he know what you do with it?"

"Yeah...turns him on when I tell him about it. He screws me better when he
hears how you chase his sperm cells all around inside my snatch with your
tongue. He's nasty."

"He's nasty! You're a cheating whore."

"That must be the loss of respect thing rearing its ugly head. Maybe you'll
feel better after you get even. You're a much better cummer than he is, and
Jill wants you to get even."

This had him sitting up again. He said, "She does!"

"After I described how well you were hung and how much you cum, that's all
she talked about, how much she wanted to help you get even and get caught
up."

"No shit! Do I have a lot of catching up to do?"

"Loads, literally. She can't wait to get started, Dick. You don't need any
foreplay with Jill. Just take her wherever you have the balls to do it. That
's how she likes it and she's not the least bit bashful. Fucking in public
places is her thing: on a bus, in elevators, in restaurants, in hallways,
lobbies, cars, taxis. If a man, even a complete stranger, has the balls, he
can fuck her and she never wears panties."

"I'm aware of that."

"Walk up and stick it in. Dump your load and give her a kiss. She likes that
added touch after someone uses her as a cum dump."

"What a slut, but a perfect wife for Randy."

"Yours is worse. I don't want the kiss and there are some men Jill won't
fuck. Blacks for example. I'll seek them out, get in front, back up, reach
back, and grab their cocks. That always gets me fucked."

He fell back in a slump again, moaning, "Oh, god, no...does Randy know?"

"I may have mentioned it a time or two. He screws me better when I describe
how you go after Colin's load. So does Colin. Did you know you had a
definite preference for black semen? It's amazing, but even in pitch dark,
you seem to know white from black. You won't allow any black sperm to get
away. They can swim their little black tails off but they can't hide from a
determined bigot - suck, slurp, down the hatch, every last one. There must
be something to it, because your method of birth control has kept me from
getting pregnant."

"Jesus Christ, Jenny. You really fucked me. I can't believe what a slut you
are."

"There's that nasty attitude again. I sure feel sorry for Randy. He'll choke
on your little guys, won't he?"

"Damn right he will. I'll show him how to cream a bitch."

"Right. You'll cream her like a black man, huh?"

"You're loving this, aren't you?"

"A little bit. Would you like to go in and practice on me. I'll pretend I'm
Jill or Debbie. Take your pick."

"It would have to be Jill. You can't pretend to be a Debbie. Even if you
could giggle like her, you'd need a few pounds of raw liver stuffed up your
snatch."

"That hurt."

"Payback's a mother. Stop fucking niggers and start fucking horses, maybe we
won't need so much liver."

"Nine months from now, I'll show you a mother. I'll also show you the
meaning of payback. I'll nurse that black mother fucker until he goes off to
college."

"If you can get that black bastard to fuck you for me, I'll spring for
college. If we had a mother fucker in the house, I'd be all smiles no matter
what color he is."

"Come on, stud. I'll make you smile. I can tell you something about Randy
that will make you cum and smile."

"What did he do...suck a dick?"

"Better...you're warm. Guess the color and the pussy it was in when he began
the licking."

"Oh Jesus! Details, Jenny, details!"

"Let's go inside and save this for the hot and sweaty part."

"Fuckin-A!"

                                            * * *

Late Sunday morning found everyone back at the Cumming's home, out on the
deck, waiting on Debbie to wake up and join the party. Jill was catching
Bill and Angela up on what they missed by going home to prepare dinner. They
had just returned from church and were still in church clothes. They came
over before changing because they had a favor to ask of the Cummings. Seems
the reverend and his wife heard about Debbie and wondered if they could stop
by.

John was okay with it, but Sarah didn't like the idea and smelled a rat.
John smelled a rat, too, but exposing Debbie to rats was the general idea.
Sarah still hadn't fully adjusted to the idea. Sarah was still trying to
adjust to the previous day and Jill's reaction to it. Hearing Jill describe
what happened after Bill and Angela left told Sarah exactly where Jill stood
on the subject of child molestation. So far, they had three child molesters,
two voyeurs, and Sarah wasn't sure what Jenny was but she was looking like a
cheap slut and openly flirting with Bill and John. Two more of anything was
two more than they needed. Angela knew she needed to plead her case to
Sarah.

Angela said, "It's not what you might be thinking, Sarah. He isn't
interested in saving anyone, especial not girls like Debbie. He has a real
problem in that area. His wife indulges him, but she would rather he
practiced his nasty business outside the flock, if you know what I mean."

Sarah bluntly said, "So, your preacher is a child molester."

"Reverend...yes, I would say so. He wishes he had more parents like you and
John - parishioners who are into this sort of thing."

"Just what is this sort of thing, Angela?"

John cut in, saying, "I'm sure what Angela means is, parents who are open
minded, liberal in their sexual attitudes, and free with their children,
allowing them to explore their own sexuality. Isn't that right, Angela?"

Angela looked a bit confused, but she nodded. Sarah received John's message.
She looked to Angela and said, "They are welcome to join us if they'd like."

"Oh, that's wonderful. I think you'll love them. They are a fun couple when
they get away from church people."

"Aren't you church people?"

"Yes, but we don't count. Pat - Reverend Greyson - has been molesting our
two girls from the time they were little tikes until they went off to
college. In fact, he still screws them when they come home."

Bill was stroking Jenny's leg rather high, but stopped to add, "Yeah, he
kept them both barefoot and pregnant all through high school. Between them
they gave away seven babies and Carla is about to deliver twins of his. That
'll make nine. He is a potent rascal, but he at least finds good homes for
the babies he makes. If he didn't, we'd be up to the rafters in Pampers."

Bill had been easing his hand up and was at the crotch, but Angela saw that
and reached over to ease his hand down the leg a few inches as though
saying, "You can feel her leg but not her pussy."

Sarah eyed the hand now free to fondle leg but not pussy, saying, "How nice.
Did you two get to watch all of this sexual activity?"

Angela said, "Yes, he doesn't mind one bit. Darla - that's his wife - she
also watches. We all watch. We like to watch, but I suppose that comes as no
surprise to you."

Sarah saw that Angela again had to move Bill's hand out of Jenny's crotch.
This time, it got wet. Jenny only wore a mini-skirt and halter top - no
panties - shaved pussy. Evidently, Bill liked to do more than watch.
Evidently, Jenny wanted to fuck him. Sarah waited until Angela got her hubby
back under control before saying, "No, that comes as no
surprise...so...Bill...did you ever get to screw your daughters?"

Angela gave Sarah a shocked and dirty look, then answered for Bill, saying,
"He most certainly did not. Bill would never do something like that. Would
John screw his daughter?"

Sarah could tell that Bill had, indeed, screwed his daughters. The truth was
in his face, and his hand was back between Jenny's legs getting wet again.
Sarah said, "I was just asking. As for whether John would, he may have.
[looking to John] Have you?"

John was watching Bill get some stink finger off of Jenny, but he looked
over to say, "No, not yet, but if she comes out brushing her hair, that may
change. [Looking right at Jenny] I'm going to fuck somebody."

Jill got everyone's attention when she said, "If she comes out naked with
that fucking dildo of hers, somebody better fuck me."

Everyone laughed. Angela sat back and let Bill play with Jenny's pussy.
Sarah finally smiled, looked over to John, and said, "Take care of Jill. I
think Jenny is spoken for."

Again, everyone laughed. Angela pouted, "If they're [indicating Randy and
Dick] taking care of Debbie, and John is taking care of Jill, and my Bill is
taking care of Jenny, who is taking care of me?"

Sarah said, "You like to watch, remember. You and whatsername can take care
of each other."

"Darla, and she's nearing sixty. I'd rather take care of you."

"Suit yourself, but that won't solve the problem of who will take care of
you. I might also add that if you are taking care of me, and doing it
properly, you won't see much."

That made them laugh. Angela also laughed. She added, "If I do it properly,
I suppose I'll be getting a good look at your public hairs."

"I don't have any, but you are welcome to look closely for as long as you
like."

"Damn, does everybody shave their pussy except me?"

Jill said, "Seems so. Why don't you go home and get into something more
comfortable. While you're at it, shave that nasty cunt. If you look like a
slut, people might start treating you like one."

Jill didn't care much for Angela, and wasn't all that fond of Bill. In fact,
she didn't care much for anyone who looked down on sluts, and until very
recently, that included the Cummings. Angela assumed that Jill was tight
with Sarah, so she never gave Jill any guff. She felt even less inclined to
do so now, so she shrugged off the tone and said, "It certainly worked for
Debbie. It's worth a try. Bill, do you have any objection...Bill?"

"Huh?" Bill had two fingers working away in Jenny's wide beaver when Angela
finally got his attention. She repeated the question and Jill's advice about
being treated like a slut if she looked like one, and she did so while
watching his fingers treat a shaved woman like one. He said, "No. Shave it.
Jill's right."

"You wouldn't mind if men treated me like a slut?"

"Why would I mind? Go fuck somebody. Have a ball. Have a baby. Have two."

Angela stood in a huff and said, "Fine, I will. [looking to Sarah] I will
also take care of you if you were serious. I have always wanted to do that
for another woman."

Sarah smiled and said, "I was serious."

Jill said, "After you do her, you can do me. After Bill does Jenny, you can
do her. Don't forget Debbie. She'll want hers done. You better get you some
knee pads, girl. When you come back here, you'll be sucking a lot of cunt."

Angela clearly didn't like the sound of that though she liked the idea of
that. The term, cunt, grated on her like nails being dragged down a chalk
board. Kissing a lot of pussy sounded so much better that sucking a lot of
cunt. Sarah didn't want Angela leaving on a sour note, so she said and did
something quite surprising. She hung her legs over the arm rests of her
chair, pulled the crotch of her suit aside, and said, "Kiss my pussy before
you go. Make my pussy miss you."

Randy and Dick had never seen Sarah's pussy. They didn't even know she
shaved. This was so unlike her to do something like this. Even John was
amazed. Even he took a look. Everyone looked, and Sarah didn't appear at all
bashful while shooting a vulgar beaver, fully exposing her pussy. They could
see where Debbie got her pussy. That was Debbie's pussy on a larger scale,
and that pussy drew Angela to her knees.

Angela's face came into that pussy for a dead-center kiss, and then went
fully into that cunt when she discovered how good it was to have her head
between another woman's legs. She made sounds of ecstasy while rubbing her
face all in that nasty gash, using her lips, tongue, nose, kissing, sucking,
nibbling. Sarah looked on dispassionately for several minutes, then said,
"You're very good, Angela. My pussy will miss you. Promise you'll hurry back
and finish what you started."

Angela didn't want to stop. She looked up with passion-glazed eyes and saw
that she was being dismissed. Slowly, she eased off, got her wits and stood.
She made her exit and passed Debbie on her way out. Debbie wondered why
Angela's face was all slimy wet, but they didn't speak.

Debbie was naked, her suit in one hand, her dildo in the other. The adults
straightened up, sat up, and gave their attention to the little slut. Bill
wiped his hand. Jenny tugged her skirt down. Jill closed her legs. Sarah had
her legs down and her suit back in place before Debbie appeared, but all the
men had raging erections which Debbie thought she caused.

Debbie came to stand before everyone on Randy's side of her stage. She
dropped the wad of bikini and began brushing her hair, doing her head flips,
flinging hair from one side to the other. Randy didn't waste time feeling
his way up the inside of her leg. He had his hand oiled and went straight
for the clit, oiled it up good, and began giving it fluffing up flips. After
what he did the day before, this was no big deal, exactly what she expected
from him. She hoped they would pick up where they had left off, that Bill
and Angela being there wouldn't make a difference. Angela was gone, but Bill
being there made no difference.

Angela looked down to observe what Randy was doing to her clit, acting like
this was no big deal, even as Dick went at her asshole by reaching across
the coffee table. She acted like his two middle fingers going up her ass was
no big deal, either. She stood there brushing her hair, acting like it was
no big deal when it was a very big deal twice over. She did fairly well at
acting dispassionate, but her nipples looked like they'd vibrate if pulled
down and released.

Randy twirled a nipple while saying, "I see you brought your dildo."

She said, "After yesterday, I won't argue with you. I know what happens if I
insist that it's a hair brush."

Dick said, "What'll happen?"

"You'll stick it up my pussy and then use it like a dildo. I learned my
lesson."

Randy said, "If you learned your lesson, then why are you brushing your hair
with a dildo? Shouldn't that be in your pussy where a dildo belongs."

On the verge of hyper-ventilating, she said, "Yes."

He held out his hand to receive the dildo while saying, "Then, let's get it
in there. Lie down and spread your legs."

She handed him the dildo, then laid down, drew her legs in, and let them
fall open. Randy assisted by applying his hands to her inner thighs and
pressing down, laying her wide open as Dick ran the rounded end through her
pussy lips, teasing the clit and the hole before sending it in all the way
to the bristles, making her moan. He took up a gentle stroke but a full
stroke that had the onlookers on the edges of their seats, all gathered
close around in a tight huddle on her crotch.

Except for Bill, they had all seen this the previous day. The last session
began this way and built in intensity until she was getting the stuffings
fucked out of her while begging for more. She could not get more without
taking bristles. Dick finally gave her a couple of inches of bristles but
had to twist and cram to force them in. Everyone with a pussy between their
legs winced while watching, but Debbie kept crying for more. Dick gave her
more. The kid proved she had a tough pussy, one that likes a little agony
with its ecstasy. Some could relate; some couldn't. They all enjoyed
watching, and they were enjoying this.

This was even better than the previous day. For one, Randy and Dick were
more at ease with what they were doing. They weren't worried about being
stopped, or going too far, or being too nasty. They were in no hurry. Debbie
was used to being screwed by fingers and objects in front of her parents and
was over her shyness about having orgasms. She appeared at ease with what
she was doing and with letting her pleasure show. This time, she showed
pleasure from the moment of entry. This time, she was up on her elbows
watching along with everyone else.

After a few dozen strokes to get her good and loose, Randy said, "Isn't this
better than brushing your hair?"

"Yes...lots better."

Dick said, "You like getting your pussy fucked, don't you?"

"My pussy has never been fucked except with dildos and things like dildos."

Dick said, "Would you like to get fucked with a real cock, one bigger than
your dildo/brush?"

Her eyes lit up as she said, "Bigger than the handle or bigger than the
whole thing?"

"I'll let you be the judge."

As Dick fished out his instrument, Randy protested, "Hold on. Who says you
get to go first. Can't you see I'm fucking her?"

"Get your dick out. We'll let her pick the one she wants...needle dick."

"Fuck you, horse cock."

Wide-eyed Debbie said, "Wow, it is a horse cock! I want that one. Don't
worry, Uncle Randy, you can fuck my ass."

Grinning Dick got into position at the end of the coffee table, pulled the
dildo out, and pulled her ass to the edge. Debbie held herself open while
watching Dick run the head of his cock through her slimy grotto. Debbie
couldn't believe her parents were going to permit this. Not only were they
permitting it, they were both craning for a better look. This was all too
unreal to be happening, but it was. That huge cock plowing its way into her
body told her it was.

Dick had to fight to get every inch in, but he finally got every inch in.
Debbie was so stuffed she had difficulty breathing. Her mother reached a
hand around Dick and placed it on Debbie's lower abdomen, over the
impression of the cock head, just beyond the belly button. She said, "How
does that feel, Debbie?"

Debbie grunted out, "Great...I'm stuffed...with cock...I love it."

"I figured you would. Well, you're not a virgin anymore."

"Nope...I'm happy...about that."

"You'll have to manage your own sex life, think of consequences, decide who,
when, where."

"Great...everyone...all the time...anywhere."

"I was afraid you'd say that. [looking to the guys] All right, guys, she's
all yours. Enjoy her with our blessing, but we expect you to always treat
her as you would your own daughter. I know that doesn't limit you much, but
I hope that will insure her safety."

Bill said, "I share my daughters with the reverend and let him knock them
up."

"I'm aware of that. If Debbie will allow you to use her that way, we won't
stand in your way."

Debbie heard this while taking Dick's long strokes. She said to her mom,
"You don't care if I get knocked up?"

"I care, but I'm leaving that up to you."

"Far out! I thought he'd have to pull out when he cums. Are you saying they
can all cum in my pussy when they fuck me?"

"That's what I'm saying."

"Fantastic! This is too much! Did you hear that, Uncle Dick. You can cum in
my pussy. We can make a baby. Fuck me harder. Don't screw me like a little
girl; fuck me like a whore. Come on, cram it in! More!
Harder...faster...FUCK ME!!!"

Debbie had everyone masturbating and that was the scene Angela, Pat, and
Darla walked in on. She soon had them masturbating, too. Angela knelt down
behind Sarah and masturbated while licking Sarah's snatch. Pat got tired of
wanking on his holy staff and fucked Angela with it. Bill climbed on Jenny.
Jill climbed on John. Darla knelt down and sucked on Randy. The dog they
brought with them mounted Darla. What they had was a backyard orgy centered
on Debbie and Dick, and that was pretty much how things remained until
Debbie graduated high school and went off to do Dallas.

That's another story, and that story has already been done by film makers,
but they could have made a better movie by focusing on Little Debbie's
formative years and called it, Little Debbie Does Fort Worth.

                                       The End

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sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
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