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Sexual Favors
By:Dandy Don
Times were hard and the rent was due - again. Abner Duckett was not
about to be put off again. There was only one thing that could buy the
time they needed, and she was asleep in her room dreaming of a boy her age
- a fourteen-year-old hunk named Dave. Jack eased her door open and let
Duckett slip in. Jack then looked to his wife who stood fretting and
watching from the end of the hall. There wasn't much to say and no reason
to stay. He went to her and hugged her, feeling about as worthless as a
husband and father could feel. Fran looked up and said, "She'll
understand. She knows what a bind we're in. When she sees Duckett, she'll
know. She'll do what she must."
The child's father said, "Yes, but she's so young and so innocent. If
only he were a timid runt. A cocky bastard like Duckett has got to be
hung."
"Dabney is young, but I wouldn't say innocent. Since she started seeing
Dave, she's been carrying condoms in her purse and they get used."
"That pip squeak is probably hung like her pinky finger. If he's using
a rubber, he's slipping his dick in the nipple reservoir and doesn't even
know it unrolls. If she's fucking him, she still doesn't know what it is
to get her twat fucked. Duckett'll fuck it."
"She'll adjust. I adjusted to you."
"I took my time."
"I'm sure he will, too. He'd like to do this again next week, and the
week after, and the week after that. He knows this strike is nowhere near
settlement. We are looking at months of postponed rent payments with
weekly drop-ins to put up or put out. If he traumatizes her, he knows damn
well we won't allow him to traumatize her again. We'll just squat and
force him to go through a legal eviction process, which won't be fast or
easy in this county while this strike is going on."
"I hope you're right, but week after week? Can we do that to Dabney?
Do we have the right to do that to Dabney?"
"Of course not, but we can allow her to help us out. I'm sure she's
aware of him by now. You don't hear her screaming. That's a good sign
that she's helping. He's probably naked and getting her that way. She can
see how big he is. You can bet he is fully erect. She knows very well
what he plans to do with it. I hear no sounds of struggle or protest.
Right about now he should be drawing her panties down her...Jack...you have
a hardon."
Jack cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her into his hardon, saying, "You
gave it to me."
"Yes, by talking about Dabney and Duck getting ready to fuck."
"You paint a good picture."
Jack freed his Willey while rucking up her dress. When he began pushing
her panties down, she said, "Jack, you devil, you are positively randy."
"And you have a wet pussy, lady. Come on, work with me."
"Jack, we can't do this out here, not with that going on in there.
Jack, stop it! This is insane!"
"Come on, Fran. The boys are all asleep and Dabney is tied up for a
while."
"Possibly literally."
"As long as he doesn't traumatize her, he's free to tie her up if that
turns him on. Don't you agree?"
"Well,...yes, I suppose. Still..."
"When was the last time we did it in the living room? When was the last
time we did it standing up?"
They could now hear the distinctive sounds of a child's bed under a
punishing weight and stress, a steady cadence of stress. Fran said, "Oh,
god, they're doing it, Jack. He's fucking our baby!"
"Fucking her good, too. Come on, Fran, let me in. I can't stand this.
I gotta fuck you."
"He's going to wake the boys. They'll come out. They'll see us.
They'll know we were fucking while Dabney was getting raped."
"And they'll all get hardons and jack off. Let's do something daring.
Let's get naked and fuck, right here, right now, right on the fucking
floor."
"Jack please!"
Jack was determined and went about stripping her. She gave him some
resistance but not enough to retain any clothing. He got naked quickly and
laid her on the floor. Her legs fell open and she received him with Jack
on his knees pressing out on her inner thighs, saying, "You're slicker than
a snail's belly."
"You haven't screwed me in three weeks. What do you expect?"
"I'm screwing you now, you horny wench."
"Ung, god,...yes, screw me, Jack. Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
"Would you like me to fuck you the way that old tight wad is fucking
Dabney?"
"Oh, yes. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast."
"Do you want me to cum in your pussy like he's going to do to our
daughter?"
"I assumed he'd be wearing a condom."
"Da Duck don't fuck with no rubber on."
"Oh fuck!"
"You didn't answer my question. Do you want me to cum in your pussy
like he's going to do to our daughter?"
"This isn't a good time. If you do, we'll have a problem, another
problem. We can't pay our rent, much less for an abortion or two."
"I guess Dabney's in deep shit then isn't she? Sooner or later, that
old boy's gonna hit pay dirt. He may hit pay dirt tonight."
"You hope he does, you pervert. I think you threw her womb in as part
of the deal."
"You call me a pervert and you with no clothes on, fucking in the living
room while your daughter is getting raped and pregnant, hoping the boys
will get up and see what a sexy mom they have, get hardons, and jackoff for
you - jackoff on you. You'd like that, wouldn't you - three horny little
fuckers jacking off on your naked body, creaming your big jugs for you
while I cream your womb."
Fran heaved and bucked, crying out, "Oh, Jack, you nasty bastard. Cum
in my cunt. Make me cum. I'm almost there. Harder! Oh yes! Ahhh, yes.
Oh, Jack! Oh, Jack. Oh god, I'm cumming...so good..."
Jack came with her, then they both looked around for smiling young
faces, relieved that they saw none. It was then they realized that no
sounds were coming from Dabney's room. They scrambled to get up and get
dressed, hurriedly throwing on clothes, Fran wiping with panties that she
then stuffed between cushions of the sofa. And then they waited...and
waited...and waited.
They waited twenty minutes and then heard the sound again, the sound of
more fucking, not as energetic this time. Jack looked to Fran and said, "I
didn't think the duck had it in him."
"Poor Dabney. This is duty above and beyond the call of duty."
"Not if she liked it."
"It's hard for a girl to like her first experience even under the best
of conditions with someone she loves. She may not be a virgin, but this is
her first experience. I assure you, Dabney is not liking this."
"Well, she's not crying about it."
"She might be wearing a gag. She might be screaming her head off,
crying out, Mommy, Daddy, help me!"
"Don't let your imagination run wild. I think he knows that if he pulls
a stunt like that, I'll beat the crap out of him. He knows I can do it,
too. He's pushing his luck with me. He knows you don't push a man when
he's down. If he's getting seconds it's because she went along."
"We should have set a time limit. This is bad. The longer sperm stays
in, the more get inside the womb where they can't be washed out. They can
survive for three or four days in there. She needs to douche right after."
"I'm sure he is well aware of that fact and he doesn't want her washing
his little landlords out. Right now, he's packing them in. Dabney has a
womb full of little Ducketts by now."
"This really turns you on, doesn't it? What is it about men that you
get a big charge out of knocking us up?"
"That's all part of the drive to procreate. That drive is built into
us. We fuck 'em to knock 'em up."
"I understand that, but why root for the other guy? Aren't you supposed
to see him as competition? Shouldn't that be your sperm you're rooting
for?"
"If my sperm were in her, I would be."
"You'd like to get your sperm in her, wouldn't you?"
Jack looked to her before answering. He studied her, then said, "I
wouldn't mind. A man would have to be crazy or queer not to want to fuck
Dabney. Hell, I don't blame Duck. I don't blame him for taking seconds.
There should be no time limit on this. The deal is, whatever it takes to
satisfy him. He can stay all night if he wants. He can sleep with his
dick in her then fuck her in the morning before he goes."
"Aren't we generous?"
"If we don't bother him or give him dirty looks when he comes out, he'll
think so. One act of generosity deserves another. Right now, we're buying
time. He may just write off a week's rent for each night with Dabney.
That's over a hundred bucks for an all-nighter."
"That's prostitution. I will not prostitute my daughter. Don't you
even suggest it."
"This is different, I suppose?"
"Yes, it is. There is no exchange of money or anything of monetary
value. We are doing him a favor; he is doing us a favor."
"Dabney is doing us a favor, and he is doing us a favor."
"Whatever, it is not prostitution and never will be, and there should be
a time limit. This is ridiculous. He is still fucking her. That child
will be so sore tomorrow she won't be able to walk."
"Tomorrow is Saturday. She can stay in bed all day - all weekend."
"And next weekend, and the next, and the next?"
"She'll adjust."
"To being used by a dirty old man, a pervert, a child molester? I don't
think so."
"I hope so. I sure would like to do more fucking on the living room
floor." Fran smiled and playfully slugged him, which prompted him to add,
"Sooner or later, we're bound to get caught."
"I'm sure we will. I'm also sure you'll invite them over to jackoff on
my titties while you keep right on fucking me with my legs pressed out flat
so they can see it good."
"I most certainly will. Gotta give my boys a good look at their momma's
pussy."
"You better not."
"Or what, you won't cum?"
"I'll probably cum, but afterwards I'll feel used and degraded, defiled
and soiled."
"Wet and sticky, too."
"Yes, very wet and sticky. Knowing them, they'll get it all in my face
and hair, too. They might even wipe their dicks on me."
"On your lips."
"On my pussy lips. Knowing you, you'd let them."
"I'd let them fuck you."
She slugged him and said, "God, you're awful. I think you really would.
You're the type that would tie a mother down and jackoff while her three
sons had their way with her."
"No, but Duck is."
"You're the type that would let him and do the stripping and tying for
him then go fetch a dog when he told you to."
"I'd get you a big fella with a foot-long wanger."
"I'm sure you would just to impress Duck. You'd think he were the head
of the union. He's just a fucking landlord, and a lousy one at that." She
then checked the time and said, "Damn, he's been fucking her for thirty
minutes, now."
"He's winding this up. The pace has picked up."
"Well, it's about time."
They sat and listened to a fuck building to a climax and soon listened
with a hand on the other's bare organ, building their own intensity until
Fran could take no more and mounted him. She fucked him in tempo to her
daughter's fucking and they climaxed with Dabney and Duck, or just Duck.
Again, they hurriedly got straight, then sat and waited.
When they heard the door, Jack leaned in and whispered, "Let's be warm
and friendly until we have cause to be otherwise. We're not upset. A deal
is a deal."
Duck stepped into the living room with his wet cock still hanging out of
his fly. He was still in the act of dressing, but this was a blatant
exhibition, totally uncalled for, a crude provocation after what he'd done.
Jack and Fran had stood to meet him. Instead, they met his cock and were
both staring at it as he tucked his shirt tails in. The man was hung
bigger than Jack, and Jack had nine thick inches. Duck appeared to be
packing an eleven-inch cock, even thicker than Jack's. Jack was a medium
cucumber; Duck was a large. After much delay while they gawked at his
schlong, he put it away, zipped up, and looked to them.
He said, "I'll be back next Friday. You have been given a week. If you
need another week, same deal. I think we have a good understanding."
Jack said, "Yes, of course. I hope everything was satisfactory."
Jack walked Duck to the door as Fran went to Dabney's room where she saw
the door open and the light on. Her heart was in her throat as she rounded
the doorway. There she saw Dabney, sprawled naked on her back with her
ravaged pussy facing the door, a huge puddle of cum in it, and on it, and
on the bed at her ass. The sight took a mother's breath away. Dabney's
little pussy was now a tunnel of lust, a fucking mess, and she looked like
a tits-up rag doll. She couldn't even lift her head, close her legs, or
cover her crotch. She just laid there staring up at the ceiling even after
her father joined her mother and exclaimed, "FUCK!"
Fran ushered Jack out and went for cleaning supplies: warm water, wash
rag, towels, fresh bedding. The kid needed a good douche but there wasn't
much point in that. Without saying a word to her fucked daughter, Fran
went to work like a nurse on the rape ward. When she had Dabney nice and
clean and lying in a fresh bed, she tucked her in and gave a kiss to her
forehead.
Fran got up, turned out the light, and almost had the door closed behind
her when she heard Dabney say, "I'll be all right, Mom."
Fran eased the door shut, then fell against the wall, letting out a long
sigh of relief. Those few words did so much and said so much. Fran
returned to the living room to find Jack still up and waiting on the sofa,
looking as anxious as she had been. She came and sat across his lap and
placed her arms around his neck, saying, "Was that a sexy sight?"
"Are you referring to his cock?"
"That was a sexy sight, but I was referring to what it did to your
daughter."
"I don't know about sexy, but it sure made a fucking mess of her. How
did that go?"
"Quite well. She's almost good as new - well almost. Jack, brace
yourself. She's not a virgin anymore."
"No shit. You seem in good spirits."
"She put my mind at ease. She can handle this. She knows this is just
the beginning. She'll be a good girl."
"Really! Did she like it?"
"I didn't get that impression, but she can adjust. She took all of him,
and I have a pleasant surprise for you."
"Do tell."
"I left his sperm in her. I cleaned up the outside by not the inside,
and she didn't say anything. I tucked her in with his sperm still in her.
I did that for you, Jack."
Jack smiled big and sent his hand into her crotch. Two middle fingers
entered her soupy twat as he said, "You did that for me?"
"Yes. Are you happy?"
"I'm very happy. Will you be nice to Duck from now on?"
"Yes. How nice do you want me to be? I can be as nice as Dabney if you
like."
"Would you let Duck fuck this pussy and cum in it?"
"I could. I see him almost everyday. I'm sure he's interested."
"He saw the way you looked at his cock. Now, he knows you're
interested."
"Was I that obvious?"
"I thought you were going to drop to your knees and suck it."
"Do you think he noticed?"
"Yes, he noticed. You'll be hearing from him very soon."
"What shall I do?"
"What can you do? You are totally captivated by his cock. All he has
to do is show it to you. You'll get naked, lie down, spread your legs
wide, and beg him to fuck you with it."
"God, I think you're right. Should I ask him not to cum in my pussy?"
"It'll do no good."
"Off course not....ummm, I could use reverse psychology on him. I could
beg him to cum in my pussy. He might pull out and jackoff in my face if I
do that."
"It's worth a try."
Fran slapped his chest playfully, then got serious and said, "Honestly,
Jack, do you want me to fuck him?"
"Yes, I think I'd like that."
"What about him cumming in my pussy?"
"That too."
"I'll get pregnant."
"And you'll have a baby, so will Dabney, right about the same time, very
likely by the same father."
"And you want that?"
"I guess so."
"You'd better know so before I spread my legs for him, which will
probably be Monday while you're on the picket line and the kids are in
school. If you're serious, I'll welcome him in with open legs and a sperm
sucking womb. If you're dead serious, I'll bear you a bastard."
"I'm dead serious. Be his whore, Fran. Deny him nothing, and don't
worry about the kids finding out. Don't try to hide a thing from them or
me."
"You're serious? You want me to be another man's whore - openly?"
"I'm serious. Openly."
Fran mulled this over while being influenced by fingers, then said, "All
right, Jack. We'll do this and let the chips fall where they may until you
cry uncle, but let me warn you, if I'm pregnant when you do, we're stuck
with it. I'm not aborting a child just to play a kinky game, and neither
will Dabney. If this goes on too long, we'll end up with two more mouths
to feed that don't look like you."
"By then the strike will be over and we'll have a new contract. We'll
be able to afford two more."
"With our luck, we'll both have twins."
"Shit happens."
"We're going to be deep in shit if this strike fails - deep in baby
shit."
"We'll survive, and look at the fun we'll have."
"WE? I'll have fun. Dabney might end up having fun. The boys should
like sharing a place with a couple of whores. I can't see where your fun
comes in unless you think you can hand me off to Duck and go climb in bed
with Dabney. If that's what you're after, forget it. You're not getting
any."
"Off either of you?"
"Off Dabney. I'm still your wife. I have to fuck you."
"Not if you're a good whore for Duck. You fuck who he tells you to
fuck. Same goes for Dabney."
"Okay, time out. You lost me. I'll fuck the guy and I'll bear a
bastard. I'll try to be open about it, but I am not going to be that
jerk's whore, a true whore, and neither will Dabney. He would put us to
work and you know it."
"I know."
"Well, forget it. I am not getting involved in prostitution. I'll
trade sexual favors. If that doesn't do it for you, tough shit."
She pushed his hand out of her crotch and got up off his lap. She stood
looking down on him and said, "I'm going to bed. You need to think on this
some more, and don't do it with a hardon. Let me know what you decide
before Monday, but you know how far I'm willing to go. It's a take it or
leave it proposition, Jack.
* * *
When Fran awoke on Saturday morning, Jack was gone to the union hall
where he hung out most of the time that he wasn't manning the picket line.
A note beside the bed read: I've thought it over and I want all you're
willing to give. Love, Jack.
Fran shook her head, then reached for the bedside phone to call a close
friend who had been through a number of these strikes over a
twenty-three-year period. This was Fran's first, so she and Jackie talked
often. The phone was their union hall.
"Jackie, this is Fran. I hope I didn't wake you."
"Almost. What's up?"
"We did it, Jackie. Duck had Dabney, and Jack was hornier than I ever
saw. You were dead-on right - right as rain. We screwed in the living
room - twice - while it was going on."
"Was it good?"
"Never better. I sure needed that. It had been three weeks - three
whole weeks. I found out I can't go three weeks. How do strikes last
longer than that?"
"In a thousand different ways, just like you're experiencing. You're
good for three more weeks, aren't you?"
"I'm good to go the distance. That's what I'm calling about. Jack
wants me to start fucking the duck, and get this - he wants me to have
Duck's baby - and get this, be Duck's whore - openly literally. He wants
the duck to own my ass, and Dabney's. He doesn't want pussy unless Duck
says he can have some - and he is dead serious. What gives?"
"It's like I told you. When men can't provide, they feel emasculated.
They'll punish themselves, usually sexually."
"Did Rod ever do that?"
"Honey, every time and he's doing it again. He's acting like a little
boy, pouting and jacking off every time I come in late. If I didn't get
laid, I have to act like I did. I smack his hands if he tries to touch
it."
"This is so strange - bizarre. How is he after the strike - resentful?"
"No, proud, but it takes that first pay check and a night out on the
town to restore his masculinity. That's when you go back to fawning over
them and no other. That's when there's no man like your man. They're too
proud and puffed up to give a shit about what you did in the past.
Actually, they blame themselves and you are wise to let them accept the
blame. Your attitude should be, if you don't bring home the bacon, you are
not entitled to any pussy. I only fuck real men and I must fuck."
"We must, once a week, at least."
"Daily if you're smart. At least let him think you have to have it
every day. Let him think you get it every day. That's what I do."
"How much are you actually getting?"
"Not much. The bars are full of striker wives trying to get laid, and
I'm not the woman I used to be. Women like you get the pick of the litter.
I settle for what's left if there's anything left."
"I'm sure it's not that bad for you, Jackie."
"Sometimes it feels that way. There's nothing worse than sitting in a
smoky bar all night nursing cheap drinks and going home empty cunted. I
have squirted hand cream up my twat. That's pathetic, Fran."
"I guess I'm lucky to have home delivery."
"Very. If you're a smart cookie, make hay while the sun shines. You
have a license to fuck, but it'll get revoked."
"You should see this guy, Jackie. He's hung like a stallion. I'm
serious, and I love them big."
"Who doesn't, but what about Dabney?"
"She took him and didn't bleed, but she wasn't virgin and she may have
been playing with my dildos. I only buy large."
"That's good, but how did she take being used that way?"
"She took it like a trooper, but she knew it may come to this. I
dropped a number of hints. She's a sharp kid, and she is willing to do her
part. We didn't hear a whimper out of her before, during, or after. We
didn't hear her cum, either, but she could be a silent cummer, a moaner.
Personally, I think she just bore up and let him fuck her. I'm sure she
was a lousy lay, a limp-rag fuck, but I doubt a guy like Duck cared. I got
the impression he used her little body to jackoff with."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"No...not really. I suppose it should, shouldn't it?"
"I would think so, but she's your kid. It doesn't bother me. In fact,
I rather like the idea. My pussy does."
"Are you playing with it?"
"Can you smell it?"
"This is a telephone not a smellaphone. I can't smell your pussy, but I
can picture it."
"Oh really. Describe your picture."
Fran detected the playful lust in Jackie's voice and settled back with a
hand between her legs, saying, "Well, I see a lovely pussy, nicely trimmed,
full and fleshy, very juicy."
"I shave the lips, but the rest is accurate. It's very juicy. Tell me
more."
"I see your finger, your index finger stroking all that internal pink
flesh, lazily stroking, toying with the clit."
"You have ESP, but I'm using two fingers."
"I think you have a big clit - a nice, big, shiny clit."
"I have a good mouthful. I'd like to see my nice, big, shiny clit in
your lovely mouth, Fran."
"I'd like to have your nice, big, shiny clit in my mouth, Jackie."
"Really! This is a pleasant surprise. Would you suck my cunt for me?"
"I'd love to suck your cunt for you."
"You've never sucked a cunt, have you?"
"No, but I'm willing. I think I'd be very good."
"I think you'd be excellent. I have always thought so. When I first
met you I wanted to fuck your pretty face, your face or your gorgeous
titties. I'd fuck those jugs and then fucked your face."
"I wish you had. I would have let you. I'm serious. I thought you
were very very sexy and I wanted to make a good impression on you. I would
have fucked you with my jugs, first one, then the other until you climaxed
on both. When you fucked my face, my tongue would have been out the whole
time, and when you finished, I would have licked you all clean and parted
with a nice kiss on your sexy pussy - no cunt. Dabney has a pussy. You
have a cunt - a sexy cunt."
"You get your whore ass over here right now, you twat teasing bitch."
Fran laughed, then said, "I'd love to, but I need to see how the little
whore is doing. We'll make a date, though."
"This afternoon at two?"
"That sounds good. Can you keep that sexy cunt of yours on simmer until
then?"
"I'd have to turn it down to simmer. You have me boiling over."
Fran laughed and said, "Get your hands out of the pot. Let it simmer
down."
"Oh, all right...damn...this isn't easy. Bring Dabney with you. I'll
make her poor little pussy feel better."
"I can make her poor little pussy feel better."
"Kinky. I like that. Do you eat that girl's pussy, Fran? You can tell
me. Do you?"
"I almost did last night. I came so close to giving it a kiss. It was
so tempting, and she knew I was mulling it over. It would not have
surprised her one bit, nor shocked her. She has very expressive eyes and
her eyes were saying, 'Go ahead if you want to. I won't mind.'"
"Why didn't you?"
"Chicken. She has expressive eyes, but up till then she hadn't said
anything. I wasn't sure how she was feeling. If I saw that look again, I
wouldn't hesitate."
"You want to stick around to see if you get that look, don't you?"
"That's part of it, but I also need to be here when she wakes up. I'm
sure she needs nursing."
"Yeah, like nursing on her cunt, or will she be nursing on your cunt?"
"You are a very nasty woman, Jackie."
"You ain't seen nasty, yet. Bring Dabney. I'll show you nasty."
"See you at two."
"Bring Dabney!"
"Get your own Dabney. Better yet, I'll be your Dabney. She'll be my
Dabney."
"Kinky. Duck can fuck one end and you'll fuck the other."
"I might. I would do that to please my lover."
"Then do it to please me."
"I was speaking of Da Duck. He's my lover. Do you think I'm queer or
something?"
"Dabney will when you get a good lip-lock on her pussy."
"She can think whatever she likes as long as she keeps her legs wide and
lets me suck on her pussy. If I cared what she thought, I wouldn't have
let a man molest her, or left his sperm in her cunt."
"That's the spirit. Fuck the little bitch."
"That's what my hubby wants, so that's what he'll get. Of course, he
won't get any. Da Duck will and any duck Da Duck wants fucked will."
"You've got this shit down pat, Fran. You're a fast learner."
"I learn at the feet of the master."
"I like the sound of that. Will you call me Master when you kneel
between my feet?"
"I'll call you anything you like, just don't let it go to your head."
"My cunt will go to your head."
"That's what my head and jugs will be there for. Two, right?"
"Yes, both jugs, and bring Dabney."
Fran laughed and said, "We'll see. Bye bye...Master."
Fran set the phone in the cradle while wearing a smile, still toying
with her pussy. She really liked Jackie, but she was a nasty bitch, easy
to titillate. Fran knew that she outdid herself this time and opened up a
can of lesbian worms doing it. The mutual attraction and interest had
always been there but Fran never thought anything would ever come of it.
This wasn't the first time she had been sexually attracted to a woman, but
nothing ever came of any others.
There was something different, now. Being so intimate with Dabney's
pussy the night before had to be the difference. That was the most lesbian
thing she had ever done, and she enjoyed doing it. She took her time doing
it. Dabney knew she took her time and didn't mind. She seemed to like the
intimate loving attention. Fran didn't feel at all self conscious, and she
should have felt very self conscious after all the mess was gone. For ten
minutes, all she did was play around down there with her face close in,
applying a soothing vaginal massage to a sore pussy with her cheek resting
on an inner thigh.
Dabney accepted this most intimate attention with warm eyes and a
pleasant smile. She would have welcomed tender kisses, loving licks, even
a gentle sucking from a grateful mother. She did good and had a pussy owie
because she did so good. Mommies kiss owies. There is nothing wrong with
that. Kissing pussy owies isn't sick or perverted, not if she wants to do
it. That was the message Fran was almost sure she read, and certain after
it was too late. Some other time. The morning perhaps.
Fran woke up in a lesbian mood. Maybe that's why she and Jackie crossed
the line so easily and so thoroughly. After that phone conversation, Fran
felt like they'd been lesbian lovers for years and had already done
everything in the Lesbo Handbook. She knew their first meeting would not
be awkward. She'd get right down and suck. And who knows, Dabney might
want to be on-hand to watch. Females who like pussy may not bother her one
bit. She may be one. Dave looked more like a girl than a boy.
Fran looked to the bedside clock and saw that the time was right to be
waking Dabney. She could have finished herself off in short order, but
decided to go see Dabney with a warm lesbian glow. After cumming, she
probably wouldn't try anything, but with a good glow going, she'd try
something. Fran was eager to see if they could pick up where they left
off, because they left off right as they were about to become oral. The
poor girl probably needed an orgasm, and Fran left her high and dry, unable
to manually stimulate a tender sex organ. How thoughtless of her.
Fran eased into the room, still wearing her nightie with nothing on
under it. She never wore the short nightie out of the bedroom without
panties, and rarely if the boys were likely to see her. The fabric was too
shear and far too short, a gift from Jack that suited his taste in the size
he liked - too small on a too medium woman. Wearing the nightie with only
panties on, she may as well go topless in panties, and they were already
too interested in her swaying hooters. She may as well have been naked
when she went to Dabney's room, but the boys were still asleep, and if left
undisturbed could sleep until noon. That gave her a potential three hours
to roam about the house almost naked.
Dabney opened her eyes when the weight of her mother settled on the bed
at her hip. She smiled, then took in her mother's nightie, noted the bare
hooters, then let her eyes drift down to note the absence of panties. Her
eyes lingered in the crotch before coming up. That visual survey told Fran
that Dabney knew something was up, but Fran saw no alarm, shock, or
confusion, almost as though Dabney expected as much, or expected her to
come in the nude. The still warm smile suggested that she liked what she
saw, and she saw a bare pussy sporting a shave of the lips. She could even
smell the dabs of perfume and see the wet dabs on the inner thighs. This
made a sharp girl smile warmly.
Encouraged, Fran said, "I came to see how you were doing."
"I'm okay...a little sore."
Taking the covers in both hands and lifting her weight free of the bed,
Fran said while drawing them all the way down. "Let's have a look at the
damage."
After tucking the bedding at the foot of the bed, Fran sat at the foot
of the bed and parted the legs. Dabney assisted by pulling her legs in as
her mother pressed down and out, making an obscene spread for her to
examine. Dabney folded her pillow and used it to raise her head so that
she could also see into her crotch. After getting settled, she placed her
hands on her inner thighs between the knees and crotch, using them to hold
herself open, making a lesbian feast of herself, a presentation, a welcome
mat for a cunt lapper with sweet smelling thighs.
Fran gazed on this spread along with Dabney. Much of the swelling had
gone down, and the hole was now closed, but that was a fucked pussy, still
swollen, raw, and tender. Semen had been seeping out all night and wet the
bed at her ass, making a platter-size wet spot. The crack of her ass was
still wet. Soiled and fucked raw, that still looked like a very delectable
pussy. Fran went down to her elbows, lying on her front for a close-up
inspection, looking more like a lesbian about to dine.
Fran peeled the lips apart slowly, looked long and well, here, there,
and everywhere, then said, "I think you'll live."
"I wasn't sure, but I think you're right. The vagina is a lot tougher
than it looks."
"This one sure is, but I wouldn't call it a vagina, not anymore."
"What would you call it?"
"Right now, a cunt."
Dabney giggled at a word she never heard her mother use. In fact, Greg
got grounded for a full week because her mother found out that he used that
most vulgar of terms. They all sat through a lecture about the "C" word
which turned into a lecture about the "F" word, the "N" word, and profanity
in general. The "C" word and the "F" word were holding hands at the top -
super no nos. Her mother's intentional use of the term sent a message that
wasn't lost on Dabney. Things were different, now, time to toss out the
old rules. In response, Dabney said, "A cunt? I have a cunt, now?"
While peeling the lips wide apart with her thumbs, Fran said, "You most
certainly do. This is a cunt."
"If it is, then I went from vagina, skipped pussy, and went straight to
cunt all in one night."
"No, I think you went from pussy to cunt in one night. I think Dave
wiped out the vagina months ago."
"He did the best he could, but I still had a vagina down there until Mr.
Duckett ruined it."
"He didn't ruin it, Dabney. He just loosened you up a bit."
"He loosened me up a lot, and Dave didn't need me loosened up any. I've
been doing pussy exercises to try to get tight for him. There went six
weeks worth of hard work shot in the butt."
"You found my dildos, didn't you?"
"I found one, but I thought it was a pussy exerciser. Was that a
dildo?"
"You mean that long thing with a head, bulging veins, and balls that
looks exactly like a man's cock."
"Now that you mention it, I guess it did resemble a man's penis at that.
Unfortunately, it didn't resemble Duckett's penis. I wish you had hinted
that he was part horse, and hinted about a month ago."
"If I had known, I would have been buying us time about a month ago."
"I don't think it would have done much good. Duckett likes molesting
little girls with little vaginas between their legs. You look like you
might have a cunt and might like it - no offense."
"No offense taken. I do have a cunt and I would like it. He must have
loved cramming his monster cock up this adorable little pussy. Did that
bad man hurt my widdle girl's pussy?"
"Yes, he did."
"Do you want Mommy to kiss it for you?"
"You should do more than that after all I did."
This unexpected response piqued Fran's interest. She halted the kiss
she was about to deliver and said, "What would you like me to do?"
"You should suck it for me."
"You want me to suck on this nasty cunt?"
"Yes. That's the least you could do. I had to suck Duckett's dick
after it was in my cunt. I don't even do that for Dave."
"Did he cum in your mouth?"
"No, he wanted me to make him hard so he could fuck me some more."
"You are developing quite a potty mouth, young lady. If I hear you say
fuck one more time, I'm going to put my cunt in your face."
"FUCK! Would you actually put your fucking cunt in my fucking face.
Fuck, that's fucking gross."
Fran got up and whipped off her nightie, then reversed herself over
Dabney after throwing a leg over her head. On her hands and knees, she
settled her cunt to the face and then merged them well before sliding the
wide messy maw from chin to forehead, feeling her daughter's nose traveling
through the slippery slit and dipping into the slimy hole. The head did
not shy away from this vulgar contact, so Fran gave her daughter's face a
good sliming before she ground her cunt on Dabney's mouth and said, "You
get that nasty tongue up my cunt hole and keep it there. I'll teach you to
say fuck, young lady."
That tongue sought out the hole and went slithering up and went deep.
Fran smiled knowingly, then settled her face to the inviting spread she had
below. They were soon eating pussy like two starving dykes and the orgasms
were difficult to keep track of, but Dabney stayed ahead of Fran by a good
margin of two.
They kept this sixty-nine up for almost an hour, and might have gone
longer but the boys were up and about. One was sure to open Dabney's door.
There was no lock and they had no respect for privacy. By barging, they
could sometimes catch her naked or wearing only panties. Even bra and
panties was worth being yelled at. Masturbating in her room was always
risky and she couldn't tie up the only bathroom. They caught her
exercising under covers because she had yet to master fucking herself with
her eyes open.
With three barging brothers always on the prowl, Dabney had no modestly
left to steal, but they kept on stealing anyway. Dabney was a masturbator,
but she was no tattle tale, ergo, there were rewards for barging. The
worse that could happen was getting hit by something wet and dick-like.
This was no deterrent for horny teenage boys with a drop-dead gorgeous
sister.
Dabney knew the risk they were taking much better than Fran did, though
Fran was aware of the barging game. She just didn't know it was epidemic
and out of control. Fran and Dabney assumed a big risk by continuing, but
that risk of being barged in on kept them going. Eventually, enough
orgasms for Fran overcame the risk she assumed and they disconnected. Fran
slipped on her nightie and covered Dabney.
Standing at the side of the bed, looking down at her wet-faced daughter,
Fran smiled and said, "I enjoyed that very much."
"Me, too. Let's do some more. We're safe until after all the good TV
shows are over."
"That may be true for Bobby, but Greg and Jerry could care less about
Saturday morning cartoons. They'd much rather have a look in here and hope
for a shot of naked girl."
"Imagine the thrill if they saw two - a fully grown woman and a girl - a
mom and a sister - sucking away on each other's cunts."
"I can imagine the thrill."
"Come on. Take the nightie off. I'll do you. You just lie here and
let me eat you. Let's take a chance. It'll be fun."
"As tempting as that offer sounds, I'm not ready to take that chance. I
think the risk is higher than you're letting on. As it is, I have to
figure a way back to my bedroom without being seen, and I'll have to go
right past the kitchen to get there."
"You should have brought your bra and panties with you. I'd lend you
mine, but they'd never fit. Besides, you look good that way. They get a
big kick out of seeing you in your baby doll nightie. Wait'll they see you
in only the nightie. They'll cream their jeans. You should take your
time, stay that way, walk into the kitchen, cook breakfast, act natural.
They are dying to see what you look like naked."
"Is that a fact. And how would you know?"
"They're always asking me if I've seen your pussy, yet. I already told
them what your tits look like, and your bare ass, and your pussy from the
front. They want to know what it looks like between the lips. They are
all three nuts about pussy, not just pussy, beavers, your beaver
especially. They all want to be gynecologists and practice on you."
"That's interesting. I thought they were all boob babies."
"They are that, too, but they have seen your tits, at least enough to
wet their curiosity. Now, their focus is on your cunt, and they are very
curious, and they still call it a cunt. They have never called your pussy
anything but a cunt. In their minds, cunt is the highest level a vagina
can achieve. Yours will always be a cunt; mine will always be a pussy;
Sunday School teachers and little girls have vaginas."
"I'm flattered. Had I known that, I never would have made that dumb
speech. I must have come across like a Sunday School teacher. I certainly
wouldn't want them thinking that about me. I would prefer they see me as a
whore."
"I think they like to think you are. I think whores have cunts, regular
chicks have pussy, and those who don't put out at all have vaginas."
"Now, you can tell them what my cunt looks like and tastes like, or do
you need another taste?"
"Sure. Bend over and pull your cheeks apart. I'll lick your cunt.
I'll lick it for as long as you hold the position with the nightie off.
Even after they come in, I'll keep licking as long as you hold the
position. If you'll act like a shameless whore, I'll act like a hungry
lesbian."
Fran smiled and said, "I'll pass."
"What's the matter...chicken?"
"I'll do that one day, and I'll do it right in front of them, and soon,
but not today. Things are going to be getting a lot nastier around here
while this strike goes on, and much of that nastiness will center on you,
so you had better brace for it."
"I'm braced. It can't get much nastier than this, can it?"
"Like I said, brace yourself, and if you have any modesty, get rid of
it."
"What are you and Dad going to do, turn me into a whore or something?"
"Something worse than a whore. A whore gets paid. What you will be
called upon to do will be done as a favor for a favor. We'll need a lot of
sexual favors to get through this. Brace yourself. Oh, and at two, we're
going to see a friend I owe a bunch of favors to."
"I hope he's not as big as Duckett."
"She's not."
"SHE?"
"Yes, she. We will both be doing her favors. Got a problem with that?"
"No, no problem. I'll be a good girl."
"See that you are."
"Duckett had no complaints, did he?"
"No, but he also offered no praise. Did you fuck him good?"
"Yes, real good. At least I thought I fucked him good. He didn't have
to do much. I did most of the fucking and all of the sucking."
This came as a big surprise. Fran said, "It sounds like you did good.
Keep up the good work."
"Okay, but if I'm doing this for favors, I'd like to get this room
painted a different color. I hate this color, anything but lime green.
Tell him I'll fuck him for white or off white. I'll fuck him, suck him,
then fuck him again - the usual."
Fran paused at the door and said, "I'll pass that offer along. Get some
rest. I'd like to get every room painted along with new carpet and
appliances."
"Shit, he'll knock me up and fuck me to death."
"Remember, cunts are tougher than they look."
"I knew that would come back to haunt me."
"I'll have Jerry bring you breakfast in bed."
"He'll want to know why."
"Then tell him. I'll tell him that you'll explain everything, even why
I'm naked under my nightie. He'll be very curious about that after
watching me prepare and serve breakfast. Ta ta, my little chicken."
Fran eased the door shut behind her while hearing, "Mom, no!...Mom...ah
shit."
* * *
Greg, Jerry, and Bobby [16, 15, 13] were in the process of cooking their
own breakfast and making their own messes doing it when their mother came
into the kitchen and ran them out. They didn't go out; they got out of her
way. They weren't about to go anywhere. She was as good as naked and
wiping stuff off the floor with her ass aimed their way. They saw her
pussy that way. They got to see what was between the shaved lips that way.
Dabney never mentioned anything about no shaved cunt lips. That was
certainly worth mentioning.
The three boys sat at the breakfast table with their jaws hanging open,
bug-eyed and dumbfounded. This was unreal, too cool to be happening, but
it was, several times right off the bat, three good twat shots right in a
row. A boy would think she didn't know they were there or forgot to put
her panties on - and the robe - and the slippers. If she were pregnant,
she'd look barefoot and pregnant, and in the kitchen where she belonged.
Three dicks were never harder. Three sets of eyes were never bigger.
Fran could feel their eyes burning her intimate pink pussy flesh, but
she went about her business as though the young lads weren't there, or as
though she forgot to put panties on, though she wouldn't do what she was
doing if she had panties on. She tried not to be too obvious as she tried
to show them her mature vagina along with those mysterious pussy parts
between the cunt lips of said vagina. She also showed her jugs, her ass,
her everything as she set about orderly breakfast preparation with entirely
too much wide-stance, deep bending. She did an awful lot of low searching
in a kitchen she knew like the guts of her pussy.
The show she put on was captivating, mesmerizing, enthralling, fucking
fantastic, and called for several rounds of high-fives but they were all
trying not to be noticed, being quite as mice, like ghosts. Fifteen
minutes into cleaning up their messes, restoring order, washing a few
dishes, then starting her own breakfast preparation, she still didn't
realize that they hadn't left the kitchen - or so they assumed. That had
to be the only explanation for the sights they were seeing, because the
only other explanation was that she was showing them her body, especially
her pussy, on purpose. If that were the case, then that wasn't really
their mother. If this wasn't really their mother, maybe they could fuck
her. It was a thought that all three thought at one time or another, and
all together when she'd bend over and search long and hard.
Fran grew comfortable showing all and became amused by the way her boys
were acting. She thought they'd get silly and out of hand the first time
she showed her bare ass, but this quiet as mice like ghosts thing was
amusing. She expected high fives at good twat shots and got reverent
silence instead. That was akin to a standing ovation. She didn't think
her pussy was all that special, even with the lips shaved. Then again, it
was the pussy they came into the world through. Maybe that has special
appeal. Maybe they want to go back, or put part of them back. Reading
their dirty little minds wasn't difficult with her back to the little
mother fuckers, bent over from the waist, rummaging through a bottom
drawer.
She allowed this absurd exhibition to go on far too long to acknowledge
that she knew they were there all along. To do so, she would be admitting
that she was showing off, bucking for a fucking. She had to bring the show
to a close. Breakfast was cooked and ready for serving. She now had to
draw upon rusty acting skills along with an improv script, but she finally
had one, at least the start of one.
After stirring the scrambled eggs and turning off the heat, she made her
first full turn and halted with a look of surprise at seeing the three of
them seated right behind her. She gasped and said, "I thought I told you
boys to get out! Have you been here all this time?"
Three grinning heads nodded slowly. "Oh my god!" She said while acting
naked. "Greg, go get me my robe...Greg...oh, never mind. I guess it's too
late, now. If you guys have been here this whole time, I suppose you saw
everything there is to see."
Three smiling heads nodded. Fran relaxed her naked lady posture,
stopped shielding, stood straight, squared her shoulders, and said, "Well,
I hope you're all happy, now. I hope you got your eyes full."
Again the heads nodded. Fran said, "You could at least look me in the
face. The way you guys are gawking, you make me feel naked."
Greg, the oldest, said, "Mom, you are naked. That nightie doesn't hide
a thing, especially when you bend over, but it's no big deal. So what if
we see you naked. You're our mom. Dabney sees you naked."
"Dabney's a girl."
Jerry said, "So? She's your kid and we're your kids. We're all your
kids."
"She's a girl kid and you three are boy kids. There's a difference."
Bobby said, "Yeah, but we're not like boys boys, we're son boys."
Greg offered, "What bean brain is trying to say is, we don't see you as
a sex object like other boys would. You don't need to feel shame or
embarrassment around us. You can just be yourself...you know, like you are
with Dabney. We should be able to share the bathroom with you the way she
does. We only have one. It sure would make life easier if we could all
share."
Bobby said, "Yeah, we want to watch you pee, too."
Jerry smacked Bobby on the head. Fran wanted to laugh but held it in,
saying, "What you say makes sense, Greg. There's a lot of truth to what
Bobby says, too. I'm not an idiot. I also know that there is something
wrong with a boy who doesn't see his mother as a sex object, or there is
something wrong with the mother. I think you boys are all normal, and by
the way you guys keep staring at parts of me, I assume there's nothing
wrong with me. I think you would all have sex with me if I let you. Tell
me if I'm wrong. Better yet, stand up, drop your pants, and prove that I'm
wrong."
Greg didn't say anything. Jerry said nothing. Bobby said, "Will you
let us if we prove you right. I can prove it. Wanna see?"
"That isn't necessary. I can see. All three of you have a problem or
you're stealing bananas that you don't need to steal. Don't tell me I'm
not a sex object unless you can look me in the face with a limp penis in
your britches."
She was looking at Greg when she said this. He smiled sheepishly then
stood and said, "Okay, you got me. I lied. You are a sex object, and this
ain't no stolen banana. I got a hardon, and I got it from watching you
bend over. I'll admit it. I want to have sex with you, and they do, too,
even if they don't admit it. They can call me an MF, I don't care. I'll
wear the T-shirt. Just say the word. I'll even wear it in front of Dad
and take my lickin'."
"I appreciate your honesty, Greg. I'll have to think about that, but
while I think about it, we can start sharing the bathroom. I won't lock
the bathroom door, and I won't be modest anymore. [she said while pulling
the nightie off overhead and tossing it] Same goes for Dabney. We can all
shower together, not all at once, but two or three at a time regardless of
gender. We can conserve water that way. That'll make Duckett happy."
Though she was as good as naked before she dramatically and unexpectedly
stripped off the nightie, a totally naked mom with absolutely no sign of
modesty can't be beat for shear viewing pleasure, especially if she is
built like Fran. The boys couldn't decide whether to gawk at her naked
jugs or her naked cunt as Greg said while plopping down to get a better
look at her naked cunt, "That'll make us all happy."
Jerry said, "Dabney won't be happy, not if she has to let us see her
naked."
Bobby said, "Who cares. She has to, huh Mom?"
"Yes, she'll have to if I have to. I am putting an end to modesty in
this house. I'm setting the example, and she will follow my example. I
refuse to be the only female sex object in this house. She'll shower with
two of you, but no more than two, and no horsing around. You can soap her
up, but don't be sticking anything in her...or me."
Greg said, "I'm not hungry. Let's take a shower, Mom."
"After breakfast...and Jerry, you'll be taking Dabney's breakfast to
her."
"How come? Is she sick?"
"I'll let her explain. You just deliver. Tell her of the new rules and
new water conservation policy. You'll shower with her. I'll shower with
Greg and Bobby...that is unless Bobby would rather join you and Dabney."
Bobby said, "Heck no! I want to soap you. I got dibs on the front."
Greg didn't like sharing with Bobby, and didn't like this dibs bullshit
at all. He whined, "Mom, you're not going to let him get away with calling
dibs on parts of you, are you?"
"No, I won't. I'll be constantly turning while you guys do the washing,
but I had best not feel like I'm being fought over, or parts of me are
being fought over. I want to feel like I am being served by two boys who
are working as a team to get me clean. If you start acting silly, stupid,
or possessive, we'll return to solo showers."
Bobby said, "Can we soap whatever we want when it comes around to us?"
"You'll get to soap everything, but just remember, I want everything
washed, not just my boobs and my pussy. If you boys do a good job, who
knows, we gals might be having sex in the shower. A lot depends on how
well you soap-up a pussy. Do it right, you get sex; do it wrong, you get a
shower. Do it lousy and you can shower alone."
This just kept getting better and better, and now she was calling it a
pussy while implying that there might be some fucking of said pussy. If
they could just keep her talking, she might even say fuck, maybe not cunt,
but fuck. Three eager voices in unison said, "How do we do it right?"
"Experiment and see what works and what doesn't. What works on me might
not work on Dabney, and I don't know what works on me because I have never
taken a shower with a boy. The best advice I can give you is go slow and
experiment, pay attention, and see what the pussy responds to. If the
pussy likes what you're doing, you'll know it's okay to fuck it, and if you
can't figure it out, the pussy will fuck you. The point is, discover how
to do it right and you'll get fucked."
Three smiles became big shit-eating grins when the "F" word finally
came. Fran knew that word would have that effect and serve as the official
sign that the old rules were out and the new rules were in. They had no
idea why, but they knew what they knew, and they were each thinking the
same thing. Had they known stolen modesty would have this effect, they'd
have been barging in on the mother instead of wasting time on the daughter.
You live and learn.
When she turned her back to them to return to the stove, she said, "The
fucking food is getting cold. Bobby, set the fucking table. Jerry,
prepare a fucking tray for Dabney, and bring her an ice cube for her cunt.
Greg, pour the fucking drinks, but before you do, slip an ice cube up my
cunt. I'm so fucking horny, I can't eat. Maybe an ice cube will help.
Better make that two. Put one up my cunt and one up my ass. That should
cool me down. The way I feel right now, I'll be fucking you boys before I
get wet. I don't want to make this too easy. You'll think I'm a fucking
whore or something."
Bobby and Jerry exchanged high-fives as Greg shot up to go to the
freezer. He grabbed an ice tray and sent it flying when he twisted,
throwing cubes all over the floor. Fran smiled while scooping out the last
of the eggs onto a serving platter that held sausage and biscuits. He went
to his knees, found two, and crawled on his knees to her ass, eager to
start the operation. The other two were on their knees ready to watch the
operation.
Just ass the operation was about to begin, Fran turned to face them,
saying, "Run them under the faucet to round out the sharp edges. We'll do
the cunt first, then the ass," She said while stepping out wide to place
one foot outside each grinning kneeler, resting back on her elbows, placing
her wide open cunt in their faces, assuming a vulgar cunt-exhibiting
position right out of some crude fuck story downloaded off the Internet.
Though it was right there, they still wanted a closer look. Their heads
bumped getting one. Fran held in another chuckle and said, "Enjoying the
view?" Both nodded as Greg returned from the sink with his rounded-over ice
cubes, trying to squeeze in between two who wanted to keep center stage
seats. He wasn't about to simply reach down and send one up. No way.
This was a delicate operation, something akin to child birth in reverse -
you'd think.
He finally pried his way in and went about the task. His prying bowed
her knees out even more and made her hang lower. You don't get a mom in a
position like this, not even in the crudest, most outlandish fuck story,
but there she was, and there that cunt of hers was - un-fucking-believable,
but truth is often stranger than fiction.
First, he had to find the hole. Fran waited patiently. This wasn't as
easy as it might seem. He couldn't use both hands. The other held the
asshole ice cube. He pressed the cunt cube to the cunt, but steered clear
of the hole that would gobble it up and end the operation. He needed an
excuse to dally. Fran gave him one when she said, "That feels good. Yes,
rub it all around, first."
He needed help and had two who didn't need an invitation. Each took a
lip and pulled out, opening up that cunt nicely, making a wide oval of pink
pussy flesh to rub a rapidly melting ice cube over. The boys devoured all
that intimate pink with their eyes while their mother made sounds of
soothing pleasure. They looked for steam.
Greg was almost out of ice cube when Bobby said, "Wow, Mom, your cunt
sure is hot. It almost melted the ice cube already. You must be really
horny, huh?"
"Yes, but this is helping. Go ahead and shove the rest inside, Greg.
Push it deep."
He did, using his two middle fingers. He then looked up and said,
"Would you like me to use my cock? That'll get it deeper."
"No, I want you to work for it. That's why we're doing this. Okay, now
let me get turned around so you can do my ass."
He pulled out and they gave her room. She stood turned, and hung her
upper body over the counter while placing her feet wide and jutting her ass
out, a view they were familiar with, only not this close or this good.
Greg said, "I need another cube. My fist melted this one. Hold the
position, Mom. I'll be right back."
"I'm not going anywhere."
Jerry found a nearby cube and used it to cool the stuff inside her labia
lips, saying, "You look like you need more cooling."
"I do. Ummm, thanks. Yes, rub it all around my cunt, then push it
inside. I already melted the other one."
Bobby said, "You sure do have a hot cunt. There's water dripping out.
We might have to use all the ice to cool this cunt down. Do you want me to
get some more and stuff `em in there?"
"No, this will do."
Greg returned, knelt, and applied the anal cube to the anal sphincter,
making Fran go, "Ohhh, that's cold. Go ahead and push it in, but not deep.
Just past my asshole."
Greg pushed at the center and the asshole ate the cube, closing over his
finger which he left in. Jerry didn't have much cube left, so he sent his
in and discovered that he could feel Greg's finger. He exclaimed, "Hey, I
can feel Greg's finger. Wow, this is neat! Hey Greg's finger! How do you
do? How's the weather at your end of town?"
"Shitty?"
"It's raining over here."
Bobby excitedly said, "I wanna feel! I wanna feel!" When Jerry gave no
ground, Fran had two fingers up her cunt, and three fingers feeling each
other inside her body. She felt ridiculous but they were having themselves
a ball playing finger tag inside her body. So much for all that good
cooling off. The breakfast was cool enough. She finally put a stop to
their silliness, forced an evacuation of the village, and stood up.
"All right, I'm cool; so is your breakfast. I'll put this in the
microwave. You guys get busy with your assigned tasks. Mush. I'm not
horny anymore, so don't fuck with me."
They knew serious when they heard serious and mushed. Jerry had to wait
on the microwave to do it's thing, but he had the tray ready to receive the
grub. He even had Dabney's ice cube, a fresh one. The other two wanted to
go with him, but Fran made them sit and eat.
Jerry managed to let himself into Dabney's bedroom while carrying the
tray because Dabney wouldn't open the door for him and didn't want the
breakfast. Tough shit. Mom said. He entered. She sat propped in the bed
with the covers pulled up to her shoulders, a good indication that she was
naked. Jerry set the tray on her night stand, then took hold of the covers
between her hands and said, "Mom said I have to rub this ice cube on your
pussy, so let go and spread your legs."
"You're lying."
"I swear to god, now let go and spread `em wide or you'll get the belt.
She's serious."
He wouldn't swear to god if it weren't true, and Dabney knew it was
true...still. She said, "All right, do it, but you don't need to see it.
Just reach under the covers. I'm sure you'll find it. It's somewhere
between my legs. Just feel around for something that feels like a crack."
"She says you have to let us see you naked from now on, and we all share
the bathroom and shower together from now on, and we get to wash you from
now on, so let go so I can see what I'm doing."
"You're lying. She'd never say that."
"Swear ta god. Now let go before this one melts too much and I have to
get another."
Dabney let go and scrunched her face as her covers were unceremoniously
hauled away, leaving her naked, vulnerable, and very excited which she
masked with a show of mortification, like a shy girl under a forced
exposure. Jerry grinned down on her, raping her with his leering eyes as
he said, "Now spread `em. Spread `em wide...wider...wider...as wide as you
can get them...wider!"
She was back in her feed-mom-pussy pose, pulling back on her inner
thighs with her legs splayed out before he was satisfied, but he had a
great spread to amuse himself with after she got that way. He sat wearing
a big grin, then took the ice cube and began running it over her pussy
flesh, seeing her as he had never seen her before, and he had gotten some
of the best barge-in shots. He never got to see a good splayed beaver.
This was the best, the ultimate, and he didn't know it didn't normally look
that way.
Jerry started off demanding and bossy but knew she would decide if they
fucked in the shower. He switched gears after touching her pussy. He
didn't want to cool it. He wanted to warm it. She reacted to ice the
exact opposite that her mother did. Where Fran cooed and moaned with
pleasure, Dabney winced and groaned. He kept the ice away from her flesh
as much as possible, letting it melt in his hand as his hands and fingers
roamed pussy.
After a minute, Jerry said, "I'm sorry, Dabney, but I have to do this."
"You love doing this. Don't tell me you're sorry."
"I'll admit, I love seeing you naked. I think you are very beautiful
and very sexy. You are the sexiest girl in school, no shit. I think you
have a great body. I love touching you this way, but I hate seeing you
being so uncomfortable about it. Honestly. I am sorry. I wouldn't say it
if I wasn't."
He seemed sincere. This came as a big surprise, especially from Jerry,
her number one tormentor. She didn't immediately warm to his line of
bullshit, but the way he reverently and gently massaged her pussy had its
intended effect. She relaxed and stopped acting abused. She watched for a
while, then said, "Actually, it feels kinda nice what your doing. I guess
it was this vulgar position I hated most."
"I'm sorry, Dabney. You don't need to be this open. Mom never said you
had to get like this. That was just me being a jerk. I wanted to get a
good look at your pussy. You can put the your legs any way you want. I'll
look away while I finish."
"That's all right. I'm used to it now. I don't even mind if you look."
"Really? You don't mind? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Well, if you're sure you don't mind. Is it okay if I open it up some,
you know, with my fingers?"
"Go ahead. Here, I'll help you....There, that's all there is to my
pussy...just an ordinary pussy like every other girl has between her legs."
"Bull! I've seen other girls' pussies, and lots of pictures of pussies.
Wow! What a pussy, Dabney! I never thought any pussy could look this
good."
"Not even Mom's."
"Not even Mom's, and we got to see it just like this just a little while
ago. We got to do her with ice cubes. She took two up her cunt and one up
her ass."
"Lucky you. Lucky all of you."
"Yeah, but I'm luckiest of all because I'm here with you."
"Jerry,...that is so sweet."
"Not as sweet as your pussy, I'll bet."
"Would you like to taste it?"
"May I?"
"If you want to, I don't mind."
Jerry smiled and went down, took a lick, smiled, and said, "Sweet as
honey. I knew you would be. May I have some more...please?"
"If you think my cunt is as sweet as honey, you can have all you want.
[He smiled and began lapping] You'll find most of the honey in the
hole....Yeah...that's it...way up in there...that's where Duckett shot his
wad."
Jerry shot up and off the bed, spitting and sputtering, wiping his mouth
like a kid who ate landlord fuck. Dabney innocently said, "What's the
matter? I thought you liked it?"
"You fucked Duckett!"
"No, Duckett fucked me."
"Does Mom know?"
"She let him in and made the deal to buy us a week on the rent. Yeah,
she knows."
"God damn, Dabney, why didn't you say something?"
"I did."
"Yeah, after! Fuck! Yuck! Duck goo."
"But, I thought you liked it. You said it tasted like honey."
"I was just trying to make you feel better. It tasted like shit. You
better not tell anyone."
"I would never tell."
"Swear ta god."
"I swear ta god. Are you finished with me, now. May I put my legs
down?"
"No...not yet," He said while settling to the bed and reaching for her
snatch. He toyed with the pink stuff, then eased two fingers inside,
saying, "You fucked the duck. That's something. He came in your pussy,
too. That's really something. Didn't even have to use a rubber on you.
You can fuck my daughter and cum in her pussy, just give us one more week
to come up with the rent. Man, what a lucky fucker. Imagine that, Mom
swapping out your pussy. Dave ain't gonna like this."
"Are you going to tell him?"
"I have to. He's my best friend, and he was my best friend before he
became your lover boy."
"I suppose he tells you everything, too?"
"Yup, every little thing. He tells everybody. The whole school knows
you fuck him every chance you get. That must make you feel like a whore,
doesn't it?"
"You tell me. Do I feel like a whore to you?"
"Yeah, feel like and look like - no offense, Dabney, but look at you."
"No offense taken. You're right, I look like a whore."
"Do you feel like one?"
"I do if I have to let you guys do shit like this to me?"
Jerry thought about that while continuing to do more shit like that to
her. He then said, "She said she would be setting the example that you had
to follow, and she lets us do shit like this to her, so I guess you have to
let us do shit like this."
"Well, I'm letting you."
"Yes, and not whining or complaining about it. I'll let her know.
She'll be pleased to hear that. I think she wants you to be a good whore.
They'll be needing a good whore for a while."
"Yes, I suppose."
"I guess we can fuck you, now."
"I suppose."
"I'd like to fuck you, now."
"What's stopping you?"
"Nothing, I suppose. I won't if you ask me not to."
"Go ahead. Everybody else will and they won't ask, but thanks for
asking."
Jerry hurriedly got up and shucked his pants, pants and underwear, then
crawled to her beaver on his knees with his cock in hand. He was no Duck,
no Dave, either. He was somewhere in the middle and soon in the middle of
her cunt lips pushing in. He went in easy and sank to his groin in one
motion, ending his days as a cherry boy, awed that he ended them in his
sister.
At that same instant, Greg and Bobby ended their cherry days in their
mother - Greg in the cunt, Bobby in the ass. She took a full minute of
crotch soaping before she surrendered all holes. It was then find a hole
and get in as best you can. Bobby had to stand on the two sides of the tub
to get his dick up her ass. She made a good Mommy sandwich. Jerry and
Dabney showered after sex and had to wait on them, watching the action by
peering inside the curtain. Fran didn't mind one bit and was thrilled to
see the cum running down Dabney's legs. She congratulated Jerry and asked
if Dabney was a good fuck. He gave her high marks, the best he'd ever had.
Jack returned that afternoon to a different house than he left, a
different family, too. For one, they were all naked, in his bedroom, in
his bed. That was different. He walked in on a staged setting. Fran was
on her back propped on pillows eating grapes with her legs apart, Dabney on
her belly eating pussy, Greg fucking Dabney in the ass, with Bobby and
Jerry lying on each side sucking on her titties. Jack damn near shit his
pants. Fran casually ate a grape then said, "We found something to do that
doesn't cost money. You'll have to make yourself something to eat. We
don't have much...peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. You're welcome to
some of my grapes if you like."
Jack fell against the door jam and just stared with his mouth agape. He
never envisioned this, not that he didn't like the vision. It was a
vision. Fran knew she accomplished a vision, and if any vision could shock
him back to his senses he was staring at it. His growing erection revealed
that he had no sense. He was senseless, stupefied, dumb-founded, beside
himself, and horny. Dabney never looked better. Greg sure was enjoying
that girl's ass. That girl sure was enjoying her mother's pussy. He
hadn't seen the other two nurse in ages. They hadn't forgotten how.
Nursing a child still looked like a sex act to him, now more than ever.
Then again, the babies were jacking off and the mother was playing with her
clit.
When Jack found his legs, he came close to the bed to survey all the
action. He had to check out that ass fuck and got a good look at Dabney's
pussy on the out-stroke. He then went to check out Dabney's tongue action
in the fuck hole. She stopped to say, "Hi, Daddy," then went right back to
eating pussy and licking masturbating fingers. Jack settled to the bed and
stroked her bare back, looking to Fran, and saying, "Can I play, too?"
"No, you can not play, too. You're welcome to watch. You can jackoff
if you like, but you don't get anything until you start bringing home the
bacon."
"Shit, Fran, I didn't call this stupid strike."
"I don't care who called it. Instead of walking that picket line and
hanging out at the union hall, you could be out working a temp job. Other
men are."
"There are no temp jobs, and the pickets must be manned if we're going
to end this strike. That is my job."
"Fine, then go jackoff, and don't get any on any of us."
Jack had to jackoff. He just had to. He whipped it out and started
whacking off like a wimp. When he came, he cupped his hand over the end so
as not to soil any of the perverts, and there he stood with a limp dick in
one hand and a handful of fuck in the other, feeling about as low as a man
gets. Of course, he thrilled the piss out of everyone else, but what do
you expect - they were perverts. Too bad he missed the two hours Dabney
and Fran spent with Jackie Stewart. Now, that was perverted, what with all
that piss drinking and anal tongue reaming, and some shit involving a
female Poodle and a pet Hungarian Hairless Hamster that wasn't even in the
Lesbo Handbook.
Jack hung around for a few hours, hoping something else might happen,
but they were all fucked out from a full day of decadence. He also wanted
to get Dabney off to himself and sneak in a little father/daughter action.
She seemed interested, giving him the eye, eying his crotch, looking mighty
sexy. Jack didn't know it, but his sexy daughter had a de-clawed hamster
up her twat with just his nose sticking out, and he bites. Pussy was home
and he had a new home. He could be lured out with Cheeze Wiz, but Jack
didn't know that. He thought a pussy bit his finger. Fran was not
sympathetic to his owie. She looked and said, "I told you, no touching."
"What the fuck was that!"
"None of your business."
"NONE OF MY BUSINESS! MY DAUGHTER'S PUSSY BIT ME! bit the shit out of
me. Look, it's bleeding."
"Stick your dick in her and see what you pull out."
"Fran, what was that?"
"A lesson learned."
"No, seriously. There is something alive in there, some kind of animal.
This was a bite."
"That was a nibble. You haven't had a bite yet."
"God damnit, what was that?"
"It's a cross between a Tasmanian Devil and an Alligator, and it hates
being poked at, so don't poke anything between Dabney's legs that you want
back."
"Duck ain't gonna like this."
"Duck won't have to deal with it. At the appointed time, I'll take the
critter. When I'm up, she'll take it. We share the role of serving as its
host. It can't live long outside of a host or its skin dries out. It'll
come out to eat, piss, and shit, but then it goes right back in and settles
in, gets all comfy and cozy."
"How do you make the transfer?"
"We get our pussies together. If he sees another pussy, that always
looks better. To them, the grass is always greener between another pair of
female legs."
"Damn! No doubt about it - whatever it is, it's a male whatever.
Christ, Fran, where did you find this thing?"
"Jackie breeds them. It's a hobby, a family hobby. Her mother and
Jackie's two daughters and their three daughters are all playing host to
families of the little vaginal varmints. Jackie carries eight in her.
Ours is the daddy of her bunch. We're just borrowing him. He's her stud.
When she gets another pregnant female, she promised her to us. If we want
another, we'll have to buy it, and they aren't cheap."
"How not cheap?"
"One, zero, zero, zero big ones - a cool grand, but that's for a
pregnant female. You can get one individual pup for half that. We both
want pregnant females, so you have to get your lazy ass back to work."
"Are you going into business?"
"You're damn right we are. All she needs is more hosts to expand her
operation. We keep half of whatever she sells. We just have to raise the
pups to selling age."
"How long does that take?"
"Roughly six weeks. They have to be mature and healthy. Mortality is
high, but they usually bear a litter of between eight and twelve."
"Christ, can you get twelve of those fuckers up your twat?"
"She does. If she can, I can. I took her eight. I thought I'd die,
but they all managed to squeeze in and make room for themselves. Dabney
took six when I transferred from me to her. When the last two couldn't get
in no how no way, panic set in and they all scurried back to me. That was
a trip. Jackie laughed her ass off. She knew that would happen. They
were glad to get back inside Jackie where they had room to stretch out -
home sweet home. They do get rather attached to their birth host, but they
are always looking for something better. Mostly, they're just curious. If
they see or sense another pussy, they have to go check it out."
"This is fucking bizarre, Fran. This beats all I ever heard."
"Tell me about it. You should hear the stories Jackie has to tell."
"Lets hear one."
"All right. You'll like this one. She came home one day and caught Rod
fucking the maid on their bed. He was fucking her in the ass and had her
on her belly. They didn't know she entered the room and the room reeked of
pussy. Jackie pulled her panties down and got her cunt at the foot of the
bed. The little fuckers left her and went straight to that bitch's cunt.
You never heard such a wail and never saw a Mexican bitch move like that,
but she had two-hundred pounds on her who thought she was finally getting
into having her ass fucked. Turns out it was a case of servant rape, but
Jackie didn't know that. She didn't know that girl's hands were tied, and
she didn't notice she was gagged until she heard the muffled wail. By
then, it was too late. All seven were in her or getting in her. They got
in her, and this was a near mature brood. By the time they all got
settled, she looked seven months pregnant and had pissed herself."
"Fuck! What did she do...Jackie I mean?"
"The damage was done. The bitch was illegal, couldn't say shit, so
Jackie forced her to host that bunch. They kept her tied until she got
used to it. Actually, she never did get used to it, but she put up with
it. She put up with the critters and the rapes, and they both raped her at
will. She didn't have much choice. She stayed on until she found another
job, but she raised that litter and another before she split on them
without giving notice. The second litter was a big one, thirteen, and most
survived. When she carried that litter toward the end, she looked like a
mother about to deliver. She waddled about, couldn't get up on her own,
had to sleep on her back, and that was a frisky bunch, always out and
about, running in and out of the house, tracking muddy paws across the
womb. They drove that poor girl half out of her mind. Some litters are
like that. You take the good with the bad in this business."
"Fuck! Unbelievable. You're not pulling my leg are you?"
"She might have been pulling mine. I'm just going by what she told me,
but I believe her. Let me tell you about my introduction to her hobby.
She also did it this way to a neighbor who she thought might play host for
her. This gal had been coming onto her, hinting that she'd like a lesbian
experience, which is what I did and the reason we were there today. Dabney
and I went over there to pussy foot around."
"You had a date to suck some cunt is what you're saying."
"Exactly. We weren't hinting at it or beating around the bush, we came
to suck cunt. Getting started is the hard part, and Jackie talked me into
getting naked and letting her tie me into a chair, her fantasy. Well, it
was a start and sounded innocent enough, so I strip, sit, and get bound,
got my cunt yawning wide. I think she's going to kneel and start sucking,
but she straddles my lap and looks hard into my face, wearing this
shit-eating grin like she was about to piss into my pussy. I'm thinking,
`Humm, kinky.'"
"That's when you felt the critters."
"Yes, and I came unhinged. Jack, that is the oddest sensation on earth.
It was like a cock with a burrowing nose and four crawling legs - a
squirming, twisting, writhing cock going right up my twat hole. I knew it
was alive but I had no idea what it could possibly be. It was like a huge
salamander, fucking freaked me out."
"I can imagine."
"I get one in and another starts, then another, then two at once. I'm
stuffed and still they keep coming. I'm cramped and they still keep
coming, and none are settled. They are all up there jockeying for a place,
checking out the new digs. I get all eight in and Jackie gets off so they
won't go back. That's when I can see what these fuckers are, but that
didn't help because I never saw anything like them. They looked like
over-grown baby rats without tails, about the size of a hamster. In fact,
they are hamsters. They are hamsters bred to have no fur and they de-claw
them at birth by cutting off the paws, giving them little stubs. Those
stubs drive a girl mad, let me tell you."
"I can imagine. Hamsters, huh? Damn!"
"Hungarian Hairless Hamsters - cunt parasites. You think a case of the
crabs are bad, try rodents."
"I'll pass. I take it you adjusted."
"Not for a while. It was a good thing she tied me. I think you would
have to tie any woman, but they eventually grow on you. You start feeling
like a mommy. They begin to look cute, like little fetuses - going in,
coming out, saying `Hi Mommy,' then going back in, crawling around inside,
outside, rubbing your clit, poking their noses up your ass, writhing around
in your slit to keep their skin moist. A woman will warm to them given
time. Took me about ten minutes to fall in love. Dabney fell in love
watching. The one she picked she named Dave. She can't wait to introduce
Dave to the other Dave. He better wear a chain maile condom. The little
fucker has been running his mouth all over school."
Jack made a hard wincing face and said, "Ohhh, shit. That runt can't
afford to lose much."
"How do you know? Did you suck his dick?"
"I watched him take a piss once out at Lake Trinidad."
"Do you like watching boys take a piss? Did that make your mouth water?
If it did, you have three who would love to take a piss in your mouth after
you suck their cocks for them. You can have all of that action you want. I
can set it up if you're interested."
"Did you guys talk about using me that way?"
"Yes, we did. They'd also like to butt fuck you."
"Did they actually say that?"
"All three."
"They want to use me like a queer just because I'm not bring home the
bacon like I used to. Is that what you're saying?"
"You got it, sport. A man brings home the bacon. Queers and fagots
hold whiner signs on picket lines."
"I don't see no fagots out there, but I can see how they'd feel that
way. I suppose if it makes them feel better, I'm man enough to take it."
"I told them you were. They'll be thrilled. Don't you go acting all
huffy when they approach you with a hard cock. You act queer, understand."
"Yes, I understand."
"And act like you like it, whatever it is. I don't want those boys
feeling like they are taking advantage of you. I want them to feel like
they are doing you a favor, even by taking a piss in your mouth. You drink
it like beer, understand?"
"Yes, but I won't like it."
"You don't have to like it, just act like you do."
"That won't be easy, Fran."
"You had better convince me or I'll get Da Duck to fuck you in the ass.
He'd do it for me, and you know it...Don't you know it?...Jack?"
"Yes, I know it."
"You'll be a good boy, won't you?"
"Yes, I'll be good, but when this strike is over and we get some money
in the bank, we're getting out of this dump."
"That'll be a while, won't it?"
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"In the mean time, you'll suck up to that man and kiss his ass, won't
you?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Duckett is my lover, and you will treat my lover with the utmost
respect. You do not ever refer to him as Duck or Da Duck. He is Mr.
Duckett to you, and when you see his cock, you kneel and kiss it, and I
don't care if it just came out of my bloody cunt. You kneel and kiss it.
Is that clear?"
"Yes. That's clear. I'll be good, Fran."
"You see that you are or you'll be walking that picket line funny."
"Yes, Fran. May I go, now?"
"Please do, but be back by nine, and bring something to eat, something
decent. Go kill something, for Christ's sake. Oh, pick up a few cans of
Cheeze Wiz...and beer for the boys. Buy yourself a pair of panties."
Jack left the house with his ass dragging and a hardon leading the way.
Fran couldn't wait to tell Jackie how that went. Again, her predictions
were right on. Whip them and they'll tuck their tails - and get a hardon.
Unbelievable.
Practically everything in Fran's life was unbelievable, like the whole
world had been turned up-side-down and inside out. Right was wrong, wrong
was right, rodents living in vaginas. She still couldn't believe that.
What sick bastard ever conceived of such a notion to try it in the first
place? It had to be a guy, and what sort of woman would hang around a guy
like that and allow him to experiment with shit like that. "Here, Honey,
put this thing in your pussy." "Okay." Maybe he kept her tied, or had a
maid, or a daughter. That was possible. You can do anything to a
daughter.
Fran poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the breakfast table,
thinking about Jackie and her two daughters. There was a classic case of
doing anything to a daughter, both of them, and it all started when Jackie
needed more hosts. The girls were seventeen and fifteen at the time and
dating. The last thing they needed was a family of rodents up their play
pen. Tough shit. Jackie bound one and forced her into the business, then
a month later, she bound the other one. From then on, they were carrying.
They both have daughters of their own. They too, as young as they are,
share the load. A woman could go far with five or six daughters.
Sons, on the other hand, are only good for one thing - fucking. That's
all they want to do, eat and fuck, sleep and fuck - fart, scratch, and
fuck. If you don't fuck them, there's no point in having them. Three was
just about the right number. She figured she had roughly eighteen inches
of son cock. That wasn't too shabby, and they were still growing boys.
Though the money was tight, Fran felt she had the world by the short
hairs and she still hadn't gotten together with Da Duck to inform him of
their affair, and to sit down and begin playing Let's Make a Deal. She had
a precious commodity in Dabney, and Fran was a shrewd negotiator. He'd
like some of that young stuff every day.
Yes, Fran had the world by the short and curlies until she heard the
news coming from the kitchen radio playing in the background. The strike
was over. Oh fuck! Oh well, there was still the business to fall back on
and you can't unfuck a son. Water conservation was still a smart idea.
The End
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minors should be left to other minors. PP
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