Message-ID: <25599asstr$965085005@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Phil Phantom" <Phantom@Sonny.Net> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: <79eh5.28365$ga2.819655@newsread2.prod.itd.earthlink.net> NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 05:19:15 PDT Subject: {ASSM} Dueling Uncles Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 19:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25599> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: kelly, IceAltar 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 Read other stories by visiting Phantom Base at HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com 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. 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