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Oh God
By: Phil Phantom
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   They were at it again, all five - husband and four sons - at window
stations, peeking through blinds, drooling over that sixteen-year-old
prick-tease, Pam Decker.  Dorothy took a peek.  This time Pam was out front
washing her Mustang in short-shorts and wet crop top, barefoot.  This was
pure torture.  That girl needed to be taken down, but Dorothy knew that
none of her mob stood the slightest chance, not without a weapon, cuffs,
blind fold, duct tape, and rope.  Even then, it would take all of them and
they had best dispose of the body, for if they were ever caught, the judge
would put them all under a jail for harming one hair on such a lovely
creature.

   She was a lovely girl.  Dorothy had to admit that.  Pam had it all in
absolute perfection - blonde, built, cute, and very sexy.  She even had a
beautiful face and personality.  She was a prick tease without meaning to
be, probably virgin because she meant to be, playing the field because that
was wise, and enjoying life because she had it made.  Her parents pampered
her and everyone loved her, but she lived across the street from jerks,
morons, and a would-be child molester.  Other than that, Pam had it made.

   After the show, Dorothy called her guys to a family meeting.  She had
them all take seats on the couch.  Red, her husband but still considered
one of "the boys", sat in the middle with the twins, Frank and John, on his
right, Greg and Joe on his left.  The twins were Pam's age but one grade
behind - freshmen.  Greg was two years older and out of school from having
dropped out.  Joe was two years younger than Pam and set back a grade, so
he was still in the seventh grade.  They weren't much to look at, but they
all had one fine feature that Pam probably didn't know about or appreciate.
They all, even Joe, had exceptional dicks - larger than average and
beautifully formed with big balls.

   Red had the whopper, a full ten-incher in bright pink.  Next came Greg
with a nine-incher that was just as thick as Red's, roughly the thickness
of a large carrot at the base, but in chocolate brown.  The twins and Joe
all came in at eight or better, thicker than a plump frankfurter, with Joe
sporting one of those strung-bow dicks.  The twins had the largest
dick-heads, like firemen's hats.  Rated on a scale from one to ten, there
wasn't a dick that would rate below a nine, and three out of five that
would rate a ten by any girl's standard, and which three would depend on
personal taste.  If Pam was at all interested in dicks, a bonanza lived
right across the street from her.  The thought occurred to Dorothy - what
heterosexual sixteen-year-old girl wasn't interested in dicks.

   Dorothy looked over her guys, waited for them to get settled and quiet,
then said, "How would you guys like to knock Pam up and then have her serve
you all as a willing whore?"

   They each looked to each other and then back to Dorothy as though she
asked a dumb but amusing question.  They all nodded.  She said, "I know a
way, but I will need your full cooperation.  You would all have to follow
my advice and orders to the letter and don't do anything on your own.  I
lead, you follow.  You back up everything I tell her, and never do or say
anything that contradicts what I tell her.  If you all do that, I believe I
can get her on your dicks at a very bad time of the month, but if one of
you goes off on your own, doing your own thing, you'll blow it for
everyone."

   Red said, "How you gonna do that, Dorothy?  She won't even look at us,
much less talk to us.  She damn sure won't let any of us screw her."

   "I had a friend just like Pam.  I know that girl.  I know her defenses
and I know her weaknesses.  Darla kept getting pregnant, too.  I know how.
I know why.  Pam is no different.  They are like peas in a pod, and once
they get a dick in them, they don't want off till the dick gets off, and
then they go, 'Oh shit.' Mark my words, Pam will go oh shit five times in a
row, several times a day, all through her fertile cycle, and she will end
up pregnant.  Only then will she think about what to do, go to her best
friend, and say, 'What are we going to do?'"

   Greg said, "What did you and Darla do?"

   "She had six secret abortions in three years; mostly, we raised money.
She used to make me so fucking angry, but I finally came to realize that
she had no control if a guy did it right.  A guy did it right to me and
that's why you're here, Greg.  That's why your dick is brown and the others
are pink.  I hope this isn't coming as a shock to you, but you are not
sitting next to your biological father.  Your daddy was one smooth nigger,
because he talked me into letting him incubate his bastard in my womb."

   This was not news to anyone.  Greg looked like his daddy had been one
smooth nigger.  Joe looked like his daddy had been a white,
traveling-salesman, bow hunter.  The twins looked like Red except for the
hair.  They got their dark hair from their mother, otherwise they would
look like typical freckle-faced, green-eyed, elephant-eared, carrot tops.
The Bagwell Boys were a motley crew of mother fuckers and nothing to bring
home to Mom and Dad because a girl can't show Mom and Dad the dick and say,
"Mom, Dad, look what I get to marry - a dick and balls that will come when
you call, and cum like a busted fire hose."

   Dorothy had the guys intrigued.  She had their full attention.  All were
in agreement - what they each tried individually fell totally flat, why not
give Dorothy's plan a shot?  They had nothing to lose.  The odds of scoring
with Pam were remote and none, and were only remote in the case of a rape
going well.  The odds were very remote as the Bagwell Boys were not the
brightest bulbs on the tree.  Between them, they could out-shine a dying
fire fly.  To rape Pam and pull it off would take criminal genius, careful
planning, and flawless execution.  Dorothy could pull it off, but Dorothy
had no desire to rape anyone.  She did have the desire to get those boys
laid and teach Pam a lesson at the same time.

   Dorothy's planning actually began months before revealing the plan, and
much of the groundwork had already been laid.  Seeing the car washing
exhibition made Dorothy decide to go ahead with the plan.  Pam knew she had
the Bagwell Boys at the windows, and she tortured them.  That would never
do.  In Dorothy's mind, it was Pam who threw down the gauntlet.  Whatever
happened, Pam brought it on.  Whether she carried a bastard child to term
would be her mother's decision.  Unlike Darla, Pam could and would go to
her mother, also Pam's best friend.

   The trouble was, Jenny Decker was a staunch right-to-lifer, who when
posed with the hypothetical, "If you daughter were raped and impregnated by
a black man, would you force her to carry the bastard to term?" The answer
was, yes.  They wouldn't keep it, but they wouldn't kill it.  Pam wasn't
asked.  Pam wasn't present.  Jenny spoke for Pam.  Dorothy could not help
but wonder what Jenny would say if the situation were not hypothetical. 
Was Jenny hypocritical?  If so, could she also be unfaithful, get herself
knocked up, and abort the little bastard.  Interesting possibility. 
Dorothy was happy that Pam threw down the gauntlet and threw for her mom.
The contest was on.

   The Bagwell Boys proved good students.  They studied their roles and
rehearsed their parts without questioning the rhyme or reason.  Dorothy
seemed to know what she was talking about.  She, at least, had confidence
of success - success being defined as getting Pam naked and willing to get
fucked.  Willing to get knocked up seemed like pie in the sky to the
Bagwell Boys, but that was success as defined by Dorothy.  They were
willing to humor her if that was what it took to get her working toward
that goal.  Better to aim high and fall short than aim low and get a direct
hit.

   The Bagwell Boys all aimed low.  Red would have been satisfied with a
good long look at Pam's bare ass.  Greg wanted to see her in bra and
panties, in poses or doing modeling walks like on a runway.  The twins had
to see her naked tits - Frank had dibs on the left tit, John had dibs on
the right.  They wanted to suck on their own tit at the same time they way
they still did on the mother.  Joe would kill to sniff her pussy directly
instead of her bicycle seat, which he hadn't been able to do since she got
the Mustang.  To Dorothy, their goals were laughable and pathetic, easily
accomplished at the first encounter, and if she failed, she swore she'd
concede defeat.  Her confidence impressed the boys.

   Dorothy chose the following Saturday to launch the campaign.  She had
the boys at the ready and waited by a window for Pam to emerge.  The
Mustang look clean and ready to go cruising.  If Pam emerged before noon,
odds were she'd have no place special to go and just wanted to find
something to do.  At ten fifteen, Pam emerged, dressed in typical school
clothes - skirt and blouse, cruising clothes, no-place-special clothes,
just something she threw on.  Dorothy stepped out and called Pam over just
as Pam was unlocking the door to her car.

   Pam didn't want to come anywhere near the Bagwell den, but mother
Bagwell was now a friend of her mother's, an odd couple but her mother
enjoyed Dorothy's company.  Their views were diametric opposites, but
Dorothy was an articulate proponent of her views, interesting to talk to,
and never got steamed or excited.  Two women with opposing view points on
very explosive subjects could talk like rational human beings.  Jenny liked
that very much, so Pam had to accept that Dorothy could ask her over and
expect her to come.  Still, she wasn't happy, and even less happy about
Dorothy insisting she actually enter the den.

   Pam stepped in reluctantly, then did an about face upon seeing all five
Bagwell perverts sitting on the couch.  Dorothy had closed the door behind
Pam, so Pam faced a closed door with Dorothy's hand on he knob, Dorothy
saying, "Pam, please hear me out.  I know you hate them and I now know why
you hate them.  You have every reason to hate them, but I want you to know,
you hate the Pam Decker fan club."

   Pam put her hand on the knob over Dorothy's hand, saying, "I am
disbanding the club.  May I please go, now."

   "Pam, please.  [taking her hand off the knob, leaving Pam's] Of course
you may go.  I am only asking that you hear me out before you go."

   Pam thought, then folded her arms and faced Dorothy as the two stood in
profile to the fan club.  Pam said, "All right.  I'll hear what you have to
say, but I don't want a fan club, certainly not one made of perverts,
peeping Toms, grabbers, mashers, liars, and bicycle seat thieves."

   "I know you speak the truth.  They have all confessed their misdeeds. 
Even my husband confessed to offering you money on several occasions.  To
your credit, each and every time he did, you told him exactly where he
could stick his money.  For as little as he was asking, and for as much as
he offered, I think most girls would have given those offers serious
consideration."

   Pam appeared surprised that he would have confessed those offers.  In
truth, they were tempting, and now that she had a car that always needed
gas on a tight budget, very tempting.  All he wanted to do was look at her
bare ass for a set amount of time at an agreed-to fee.  In truth, Pam never
did tell him where to stick his money.  She either said, no, or I'll think
about it.  She was glad Dorothy was under the impression that she told him
where to stick it.  Dorothy's version could easily get back to her mother,
so Pam said, "I am not a whore and I do not appreciate being treated like a
whore.  I have never given anyone any reason to think I might be a whore at
any price."

   "I think they finally understand that."

   One part of Pam went, "Damn!" while another went, "Good, I'll find
another way to get gas."

   What she said was, "May I go, now?"

   "Not yet.  I haven't told you what it is I need to tell you."

   "Could you do it fast, or outside, because I don't like being here in
the same room with them."

   "I can well understand, but you need to see how they have changed."

   "Yeah, right.  Is that what they told you, that they changed?"

   "I know they have, because I finally convinced them that there was no
way any of them could ever score with a doll like you, that you are so far
above their league, you may as well be a Christi Brinkley, a Penthouse
Playmate, or a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader, that trying to score with you in
their clumsy, inept ways only drove you further away, that what they should
have done was take the opposite approach and tried to win favor by sucking
up to you and doing nice things for you.  That still won't get them laid,
but might get them peeks at those things that fascinate them so.  I
explained to them that girls do take pity on fawning admirers and will give
a good one a peek, sometimes a feel, and on rare occasions, grant a wish. I
know my boys, Pam, and they all want to try this new approach.  I assure
you, they have changed.  Like it or not, you do have a devoted fan club
that will let you walk on them in high heels just to get a peek up your
skirt."

   This speech had Pam blushing from embarrassment and excitement, partly
because Dorothy's husband was included in the fan club and Dorothy didn't
seem to mind, like there wasn't much she could do about it.  Pam looked
over her fans, then back to Dorothy to say, "Why are they sitting like that
and why do they have that blanket over their laps?"

   "I made them take their genitals out and sit on their hands as a way of
atoning for all the liberties they stole from you and insults they heaped
on you.  You are free to pull that blanket off and do whatever you feel
like doing to them, even if it hurts, whatever it takes for you to feel
even, and if they resist in any way, pull their hands out or beg for mercy,
you get to kick them right in the balls while the others hold him.  All
agreed to give you this and not be babies about it.  They know they deserve
the worst and they are terrified as you can see."

   This was most intriguing to the girl.  Indeed, they did look nervous,
but they also had erections under that blanket.  This was so bizarre, and
so tempting.  They all looked so big, even Joe.  Having never seen a fully
erect adult-size penis, the desire to at least look had great appeal, so
when Dorothy took her by the hand and led her to the fans, Pam allowed
herself to be took and led, then stood and watched as Dorothy yanked away
the blanket, revealing five fully erect adult-size cocks, a sight so
stunning that Pam couldn't help but suck a deep breath in a gasp, like a
kick in the gut, or a slap in the puss with a stiff dick.

   They didn't just have their genitals out, they were all naked from the
waist down except for socks.  They also had their legs apart as much as
room allowed, either showing off or making their balls vulnerable.  Pam was
as fascinated by balls as by dicks, and she never imagined balls like the
Bagwell balls.  Pam often fantasized having a man by the balls, even her
father.  She liked to imagine holding his balls while he fucked her mother,
actually being a part of the sex life by not only doing that but by
handling foreplay for both along with clean-up.  All they had to do was the
actual fucking, and for this nasty chore she was paid a handsome allowance.

   Pam allowed herself to be led down the line, stopping at each for
Dorothy to offer comments that suggested she had an intimate knowledge of
each.  They started with the twins and ended with Joe.  By the time they
got to Joe's strung bow, Pam knew the boys were mother fuckers and the
husband was pussy whipped.  Gone were terms like penis and testicles,
screwing and masturbating.  In their place were cocks and balls that fucked
and jacked off.

   Pam couldn't take much more without dropping to he knees and sucking
one, so she took her hand back and made for the door, saying, "I have to
go, now."

   With her hand on the door, Dorothy stopped her by calling out, "Pam,
please don't go and leave them like this.  Nothing has been resolved.  They
haven't atoned for a thing."

   Pam said without looking over, "This is nasty and I don't want to do
this.  I don't want to touch any of them; I just want to go."

   "Pam, please try to put yourself in my place.  Imagine yourself as a
mother of four boys and a husband with a thing for young chicks.  Imagine
that you live right across the street from their dream girl, that you see
them being tortured and tormented on a daily basis.  You see their
suffering and you do what you can to relieve as much as you can, but no
matter what you do, it's only a band aid solution.  Wouldn't you at least
try to help them get something off the girl, when you can see they are
going about it all wrong and you know how to do it right?  Is it so wrong
for a mother and wife to want that for her loved ones?"

   Pam slowly turned her head to look at Dorothy, then said, "No, not
really."

   "Pam, I know you are no prude, and I know you're not shy.  I know you're
not a cruel person.  I believe in my heart that if you knew beyond any
shadow of doubt that nothing you do here would ever leave this house, you
would end this feud, allow them to prove themselves, then reward them in
some way.  Before there is any rewarding, they must be made to atone for
past wrongs, and they must demonstrate that they did change, that they are
now ready to serve and worship and be satisfied with whatever they get,
even if it's just a peek at panties or a sniff of your bicycle seat."

   With racing heart, Pam took her hand off the door, faced Dorothy and the
fans, then said, "Well, if I was absolutely certain nothing would ever get
out, you're right, I'm not a prude, shy, or cruel.  If I were convinced
they really were fans, I would do much more than just offer peeks at my
panties or a seat to sniff.  I probably wouldn't wear panties and I'd
probably let them sniff the real thing...IF I thought they were being
sincere and would be discrete about it."

   Dorothy came up and warmly took Pam by the hand again, saying while
leading, "I personally guarantee their sincerity, and if you ever get wind
of anything that got out, just tell me.  They'll find out who leaked and
they will plug that leak so that it never leaks again.  [arriving at the
couch] Sweetheart, if you'll let my boys sniff your pussy, I will get down
on my hands and knees behind you and tongue your asshole for as long as you
allow them to sniff your pussy."

   Pam stood before Frank on weak legs.  That lurid offer and that vivid
image caught Pam completely off guard.  Pam could almost feel that long,
feminine tongue go slithering up her colon, the soft face pressed against
pliant ass cheeks, supple lips on a puckered sphincter - dizzying stuff to
a girl who tried not to think vulgar thoughts like that, but foreplay often
required vulgar service.  She just never thought about receiving.

   Pam found herself standing between Frank's knees with wicked thoughts on
her mind, with Dorothy urging her to kneel and do as she pleased with his
genitals.  Pam suddenly aware of why she was there, looked to Dorothy and
said, "Oh, no, I couldn't."

   "Pam, if the situation were reversed and your mother had you sitting on
your hands with your genitals exposed, offering these guys the opportunity
to do as they pleased, do you think any of them would even hesitate to go
all the way?"

   "Well, no, but my mother would never place me in that situation."

   "I think she would if she thought you were being a prick tease and
making them suffer.  Your mother has absolutely no sympathy for prick
teases, and a daughter is no exception.  She could watch you getting
screwed by one after the other, with no protection, at the worst time of
the month, and be satisfied that you were learning a valuable lesson.  I
could have gone that route but decided to go this route instead, because
these guys deserve to be treated as abusive jerks more than you deserve to
be treated like a prick tease.  If you disagree, we'll do this the other
way.  I'll arrange things with your mother and we'll get this thing settled
once and for all.  It's your call, Pam."

   Pam's mind was a blur.  She was thinking in a fog, but thinking that
perhaps her mother would feel that way and might believe whatever Dorothy
told her.  The idea was exciting to contemplate, though like most
fantasies, quite absurd.  Pam acted as though the notion was not absurd at
all, saying, "No, let's handle it this way.  What do I have to do?"

   "That's up to you, Pam.  Do whatever it takes to make you feel
squared-up.  They should be made to suffer, if not physically, then
sexually.  You need to teach these guys a lesson that being aggressive
jerks doesn't pay.  If it were me, I would tease each one mercilessly and
make each one cum in his own face.  I would give each the best head ever,
then just at the point of release, I'd bite, or pull the dick out of my
mouth and jack it off in his face.  I'll tell you something else, I would
get each one by the balls in my claws and at least make him sweat.  You
have lovely nails, Pam.  They make excellent claws.  Good claws make a
powerful impression on balls.  Start by getting Frank by the balls, then go
from there.  Go ahead, kneel down, get comfortable, and make him sweat. 
That's it, kneel down.  There you go...Now give me your hand...good, now
cup his balls...excellent, now let's see those claws."

   Pam couldn't believe she was on her knees between Frank's legs and had
his balls in her right hand.  His balls filled her right hand, and they
were so soft and malleable.  The urge to squeeze became overpowering.  She
made claws and did squeeze until she saw him wince and heard him groan. 
She made him wince and groan several more times before she took his dick in
her left hand and began fondling a cock and balls.  She never imagined
anything like it - so soft, yet so hard, and hot.  She thought they'd be
cool.  She knew that balls were in a sack on the outside of the body to
keep them cool.  On Frank, nature's plan wasn't working.  Cock and balls
were quite warm, hot and throbbing, weeping precum, getting her hand wet.
At first, she thought he was leaking piss, but soon realized what she
thought was thin watery piss was actually a thick, honey-like,
super-slippery substance - stuff that could be useful in fucking a tight
pussy.

   Pam played with Frank's cock and balls for several minutes until she
felt comfortable enough to do as she pleased with it, and she pleased to
taste it.  She took the slippery head into her mouth and discovered the
taste of what some called dick honey.  His fireman's hat filled her mouth.
She sucked and pumped, then got up over him to suck better and pump more
effectively.  She didn't look like she was trying to teach him a lesson. 
She looked like a hungry cock sucker who was sucking her first cock and
couldn't wait to taste her first load of cum, knowing that she would love
the stuff.

   Pam sucked Frank's cock like a sex-starved girl alone in a room with a
cock.  Frank might have lasted longer had she not sucked his dick that way,
but seeing Pam Decker's gorgeous face full of his cock, doing her best to
suck his balls up through it - well, the sight and sensations got the
better of him.  He blasted her mouth, making her eyes bug out in surprise
at the force and quantity of his discharge, and that was just the initial
blast.  That was followed by ten good pumping squirts which she sucked and
swallowed though he pumped cum into her mouth as though he had control and
was using her mouth as a cum dump.  With each jet, he would lift and tense.
He fucked her mouth, but Pam didn't mind.  She did like cum and liked
having her mouth used as a cum dump.  She eagerly joined in, using both
hands on his cock.  After the last jet, she still kept on sucking, using
her hands to milk more sperm out until Dorothy tapped her and said, "You
certainly taught him a lesson he'll never forget."

   Pam suddenly realized that she was not alone in a room with a cock.  She
blushed and sat back on her heels, releasing the spent member.  She looked
to Dorothy but didn't quite know what to say.  Dorothy smiled, wiped a cum
drool off Pam's chin, and said, "If that squares you with him, fine, but I
want this hatchet buried.  Are you and Frank friends, now?"

   Pam looked to smiling Frank, then to Dorothy and smiled.  She nodded and
said, "Sure, I guess.  I don't really want to hurt anybody.  I would just
like us to be nice to one another.  I'm willing to make the first
overture."

   "Suit yourself, but this will be the only opportunity you get to vent
your anger and frustration.  If after this I see you teasing them, giving
them dirty looks, or being unfriendly, we'll go about this another way. 
When you find yourself naked between me and your mother, and we each have a
leg with the boys lined up to fuck you while you are ovulating, you might
wish you had done this right in the first place."

   Pam was bright red, not from embarrassment, but from an aroused flush
brought on by that image.  Pam did not want to think that scenario was
impossible, nor convey to Dorothy that she thought so.  Just the opposite.
She wanted Dorothy to think it was possible and likely otherwise she'd
never try, and one never knows.  Dorothy and her mother were pretty close.
Maybe they were lovers.  It could happen.  Pam looked unsure as she said,
"Maybe I can't vent this way, but I don't think I need to.  I'm not like
that."

   "Fine.  Now move on to John.  You gave Frank eight minutes.  They will
all want at least that if you plan to be nice to each one."

   Pam walked on her knees to a position between John's knees and
immediately set about fondling his cock and balls.  With him, she didn't
wait so long to get started on the sucking.  With John, she had to take
breaks to lick his cock and balls, pacing the climax, but when Dorothy
announced that he had less than one minute, Pam got serious and made him
cum in fifteen seconds.  Again, she swallowed the entire load and milked
dick for the remainder of his time.

   She next moved between Red's legs to face mega dick.  He was a double
hand full and a mouth full.  She loved licking his dick, licking, jacking,
playing with his mighty sex organ, and when he had less than a minute, she
had it stuffed in her mouth and was pumping hard.  If she thought the twins
were cum gushers, their dad was a busted fire hydrant.  He choked her and
made cum shoot out her nose, still, she stayed with it and swallowed all
she could.  Dorothy wiped her face and neck, then moved her along to Greg.

   By now, Pam was a seasoned cock sucker.  She took to sucking Greg's dick
right away.  Greg received an eight-minute blow job, and she didn't spill a
drop.  Joe got the best blow job because she got into head bobbing while
sucking.  Joe got to fuck her in the mouth.  Actually, she fucked her mouth
on his dick - same thing.  When she sat back after sucking down Joe's load,
she was full of semen, looking down a row of spent dick on grinning pricks
and wondering how she got that way when all she wanted to do was cruise the
mall and see who was out and about on a Saturday morning.

   This was all so very strange, surreal, bizarre, but Pam couldn't blame
anyone.  No one forced anything on her.  The Bagwell Boys did seem to have
undergone a change.  They were still seated on their hands and still hadn't
said a word, not one of them.  Dorothy assisted Pam to her feet and checked
her face and neck for cum.  She found a little, wiped it off, then hugged
Pam, saying, "I'm so proud of you, Pam.  I didn't think you could suck off
all five, but you did, and didn't spill that much cum.  You are quite the
little cock sucker.  Your mother thought you would be, knowing how she
feels about abortions, and knowing you'd never leave a guy with blue balls.
She was right."

   Pam made a face that Dorothy couldn't see, a face that said, "What!  Mom
said I was quite the little cock sucker!  You're shitting me!  My mom
thinks I suck off my dates?  Do you actually think I suck dicks?  Does
Frank, John, Red, Greg, and Joe think I'm a cock sucker?  Dumb question. 
Of course they do.  Of course you do.  Of course you'll tell Mom and
confirm what she believes.  She'll tell Dad and the next time we're alone
he'll want his cock sucked.  Why shouldn't he.  He has a cock.  I'm a cock
sucker.  Shit, I AM a cock sucker.  I do suck cocks.  I'm pretty good, too,
suck and swallow.  I, Pan Decker, am a fucking cock sucker...and, I am
being praised for it by my neighbor, my Mom's best friend, and the wife of
one of the cocks I sucked.  Cool."

   When they parted and stood at arm's length, Pam wore a smile.  Dorothy
came in and kissed that smile.  Pam didn't expect that, nor the tongue. 
Pam got the impression that Dorothy was bisexual.  That was a long kiss
that kept getting longer and more passionate right in front of the guys
until the two were engaged in a standing lesbian love seen.  That kiss
gradually turned Pam into a bisexual before their very eyes.  She liked
French kissing with a woman a lot, liked being felt up, and loved having
their pussies ground together.  Pam didn't mind being stripped and didn't
mind stripping Dorothy.  They went to the floor naked and got nasty in
reverse.

   When it was all over and they were both sweaty and slimy wet, they
rolled apart and looked at the peanut gallery, still sitting on their
hands, only with new erections.  Pam boldly sat back and offered them a
wide beaver as Dorothy toyed with it and said, "That's more like it, Pam.
Don't be bashful around them.  Show it all.  Give them something to dream
about."

   "I don't mind, but isn't this considered prick teasing?"

   "Not if you are willing to offer them relief."

   "What, by sucking them?"

   "Any way you like, but they can't do it for themselves.  I told them to
sit on their hands for as long as you're here.  As you can see, they do
mind.  As you can also see, they are dependent on you showing mercy.  You
can tease them and make them suffer, or give them relief in any way you
choose.  As a sex symbol and object of worship, you always have that option
whether they are sitting on their hands or not.  In the future, they'll be
allowed to take matters into their own hands to get the relief they need.
This time, they must suffer or depend on your mercy."

   "I can do anything?"

   "Anything or nothing.  If you'd like, you may get dressed and go."

   Pam mulled this information over while getting a finger slowly fucked in
her pussy.  Pam settled back onto her elbows and widened her spread so that
all the guys could clearly see the finger working in her splayed pussy. 
This as not as big a deal as it would have been before the lesbian suckfest
they put on, a very vulgar exhibition which featured Pam's private parts in
every conceivable way.  There were times Pam thought the sole purpose was
to show her most intimate parts in every possible way.  By contrast, this
was nothing, just another nasty, uninhibited, slutty thing to do on a day
that she felt slutty, wanted to be treated slutty, and wanted to be seen as
slutty by males who worshipped uninhibited bisexual sluts.

   As she watched a single finger fucking become a double finger fucking,
Pam said, "Can I fuck 'em if I want to?"

   "Sure, they'd love that, but don't you think that's being a bit too
generous?"

   "I just wondered if I could."

   "I know you're not technically a virgin, but your mother is sure you
have never been screwed.  I think she's right.  Are you virgin?"

   "I am in that I've never been screwed by a real dick, but not if dildos
count.  Mom keeps hers in her night stand.  I figure if she doesn't want me
to borrow them, she'd lock them away."

   "She knows you borrow them."

   "She does!  She said that?"

   "Yes, she bought two just with your little pussy in mind - training
dildos."

   "Wow, two are like training dildos.  I can't believe she told you, or
that she got them for me and never told me.  Dorothy, are you and mom...you
know, lovers."

   "No, Pam, just good friends who often discuss sexual matters.  We're
dancing around the idea of doing more than talking, but she's not ready to
lie down just yet."

   "Figures.  I think she will, though.  I know she likes seeing me naked
and my pussy seems to fascinate her.  I've seen that look in the locker
room at school.  She'd like a lick.  I sure wouldn't mind."

   "I'll pass that along.  I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

   "Oh, no, Dorothy, don't do that."

   "Why.  She has confessed the desire and she is aware that you know.  She
feels like a degenerate.  I have been trying to help her get beyond that
nonsense.  She would be thrilled and relieved to know how you feel."

   "Honestly...she would?"

   "Honestly, you mother is dying to suck your cunt.  The least you can do
is let your own mother and father into your fan club."

   "My father!"

   "I thought that went without saying.  You mother certainly thinks so. 
Weren't you aware?"

   "Yes, but I wasn't aware that she was aware."

   "They discuss his problem.  He is trying hard not to fuck you, but you
are making that very hard, no pun intended."

   Pam giggled and said, "I sure do.  He gets hard easy....So, Dad has a
problem, huh?  Well, he just got a bigger one because I don't want to be
any kind of virgin, and I don't have anything against incest, male/female
or female/female, father/daughter or mother/daughter or
mother/father/daughter.  In my book, incest is best."

   "You talk like a slut."

   "I feel like a slut, and I'd like to fuck your husband."

   "Be my guest.  You two will make a beautiful baby."

   "I should be safe.  My period ended a few days ago.  I guess I should
pull off just to be extra safe."

   "You should, but you won't.  If you can, you're a better slut than I
am."

   "Why, is it hard to pull off?"

   "Damn near impossible.  Once you start fucking, primal centers take over
and you're mating.  That's how nice girls get pregnant.  Pulling off a dick
that's getting ready to spit just isn't in our nature, and there is nothing
like taking a dick raw and riding it through a climax, feeling it squirt
sperm deep in your pussy."

   "Wow, that does sound good.  That's one thing you don't get with a
dildo. That's really neat, huh?"

   "It's the ultimate in fucking.  It's what fucking is all about. 
Anything less, you're not really fucking, and the closer you get to the
danger zone, the more exciting it is.  If you allow a dick in while you're
ovulating, there is no way that dick will come out unspent."

   "Like I say, I should be fairly safe.  I'm willing to risk it.  Are you
sure you don't mind?"

   "Honey, he's all yours.  They all are.  Fuck 'em all.  If you fuck one,
you may as well, can't hurt."

   Dorothy helped Pam to her feet, then assisted in getting Pam straddled
over Red's hips.  Dorothy held the dick up as Pam eased down.  Pam had a
very wet and relaxed pussy between her legs, so Red's mega dick went in
without too much difficulty, but the last half took some work.  She
eventually sat with her pussy lips mashed to his pubic mat to catch her
breath and marvel at her accomplishment.  Her mom didn't have a doldo this
big, and Pam didn't think she had a pussy that big.  Red made one in her
that big.

   After a few minutes to marvel and adjust, Pam began fucking herself on
the dick, going slow at first, taking short strokes at first, but soon
taking long strokes in stride.  Within ten minutes, she rode him like a pro
and experienced what Dorothy talked about, the burning desire to make him
cum in her pussy.  When he did, she came with him.  Her first fuck was
fantastic, so fantastic that she wanted to fuck them all and did in a
variety of ways.  She was a limber bitch with a burning itch.

   Before leaving late that afternoon, Pam fucked them all twice and made
lesbian love to Dorothy again.  She left the Bagwell home one fucked-out
teeny bopper.  Her mother wondered where she had been since the car never
left the driveway all day.  When Pam told her she had been at the Bagwells
all day, her mom put the odd walk and the disheveled look together with
this shocking news and added it all up to a day-long gang bang at the
Bagwells.  Pam could see the awareness dawn, but her mother didn't pry. 
She did go into her bedroom and get on the phone:

   "Dorothy, what is going on?"

   "Going on?"

   "Don't act coy with me, Dorothy.  Pam just came home from all day at
your house and she reeks of a woman's scent.  Furthermore, she looks like
she has been ridden by five horny males all day.  She can barely walk.  I
want an explanation and I want it, now."

   "Jenny, you said that when she is ready to be sexually active you would
support that decision.  Well, she's ready and she is bisexual.  One more
thing, Jenny, I do not reek.  I am very clean and pride myself on vaginal
hygiene.  What you smell on your daughter is the natural female scent, musk
if you will, but it does not reek, smell, or stink."

   This made the line go silent at the other end.  Dorothy waited.  Jenny
finally, in a much more reserved tone, came on to say, "I see.  I
apologize. You're right, she did not reek, it's just that the scent of a
woman was all over her and I am not used to that scent coming from my
daughter."

   "Get used to it, because she loves to wallow in pussy.  She loves
fucking more, but pussy is a close second."

   "Oh god, is she having unprotected sex with all of those boys?"

   "Red, too, and yes.  She loves taking a raw cock.  She would never put a
rubber on a dick and she can't wait to ride while ovulating.  Face it,
Jenny, she's as good as pregnant.  Even if you put her on the pill, there's
no time for it to take effect."

   "Dorothy, you are doing this on purpose."

   "Am I?"

   "You know very well you are."

   "Not to change the subject, but Pam is under the impression that you
leave your dildos where she can get to them because you want to share, and
you have two that she is sure you bought just for her, training dildos."

   "Oh god, no."

   "She thinks that is so cool."

   "She does?"

   "It is, or would be if it were true.  I didn't burst her bubble, and you
shouldn't either."

   "If she thinks it's cool, I won't."

   "She also thinks you are bisexual with a desire for her."

   "Where did she get that idea?"

   "From you.  You shouldn't stare at a girl's pussy with desire in your
eyes.  She knows the look, but she thinks that is cool, too."

   "She does?"

   "Incest is cool - father/daughter mother/daughter father/mother/daughter
- incest is best.  Be warned.  You and Matt have a sexual predator under
your roof, and she is out to get you both."

   "You must have encouraged her."

   "I didn't discourage her.  You know my feelings on incest."

   "I will not stand for her having sex with her father, Dorothy."

   "I notice you didn't say you would not stand for her having sex with her
mother.  You like that idea, don't you?  She's very good, Jenny.  She is
also very tasty.  That pussy tastes even better than it looks, and we know
how good it looks, don't we?  [there ensued a long pause] Don't be a
hypocrite, Jenny.  If you enjoy her, let Matt have some, too.  Take her to
bed with you.  You'll thrill the piss out of her and make her biggest
fantasy come true."

   "That's her biggest fantasy, to join us in bed for a threesome?"

   "Actually, she wants to serve you two as a fucking assistant, you know,
handling the foreplay, guiding the cock in, holding her father's balls
while he fucks you, then cleaning up all the mess.  She used to imagine
doing that with a warm wash cloth.  She now sees herself using her tongue.
Let her serve you and up her allowance.  Make that an official chore.  That
is her biggest fantasy."

   "It it really, Dorothy?  Don't lie to me.  If Matt goes along and we do
this and I find out you lied or even exaggerated, I will never speak with
you again or allow Pam to cross the street."

   "You gotta let her cross the street or we can't knock her up, so I won't
ever lie or exaggerate, and haven't.  You will let her keep crossing the
street, won't you?"

   "As long as you deal straight with me, yes, I will not interfere."

   "Good, now let's talk about you.  I know you have never been unfaithful,
but after fucking your daughter, Red couldn't help but wonder what you'd be
like.  He was very impressed.  He was wondering if you'd consider being
unfaithful long enough for him to try you out.  I figured it wouldn't hurt
to ask.  Well, are you interested in ten inches of thick dick or is that
too much for you?"

   "I uh...well, no, that wouldn't be too much."

   "Then I'll tell him you're interested in spreading your legs for him. 
You are interested, aren't you?"

   "Well, I...yes."

   "Good, we'll get you fucked and we'll let Pam assist."

   "Oh no!"

   "Relax, she also likes to assist with adultery."

   "Oh god."

   "I told you, there is no god.  Do what feels good because this is all
there is."

   "I hope you're right, because I am going to assume there is no god.  If
there is, I will never speak to you again, Dorothy."

   "Fair enough, now take your panties off and get your slut ass over
here...and bring that slut daughter of yours."

   "Oh god!"

   The End


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