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Five-Star Pussy
By: Phil Phantom
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
Tabatha Christy, sweet sixteen and never been kissed below the waist
fell madly in lust with the first boy who did. Adam Blake was a great
kisser, but when he kissed great between her legs, Tabatha lost her head,
lost her cherry, lost her innocence, but found a quarter in the back of
Adam's van while getting it doggie style. Finders keepers.
That became her lucky quarter. She prayed like hell the luck in that
quarter would help her have a period right on schedule two weeks from the
night she found it. That had to be a very lucky quarter to pull that wish
off. Tabatha still could not believe she could be that stupid or that a
boy who could kiss as well as Adam would not come prepared with several
condoms. As lucky as he got, he had to know he'd get some.
Tabatha hated herself in the morning, and just as she suspected, Adam
did not respect her in the morning. Now, she was just another notch on his
van, only Adam didn't carve notches in his rolling lust nest, he wrote the
full names and awarded stars. Now a senior nearing graduation, his van was
littered with names and stars. One name stood out among fifty-five others,
the new one with five stars, Tabatha Christy.
Only three others had five stars. One was a teacher who received her
stars and resigned, left the area, and was never heard from again. One was
a cheerleader and a senior from the graduating class of '97. She went on
to cheerleader greatness at BYU. Even four stars were a rarity. Only five
names earned four stars. Most were two and three star conquests. Tabatha
didn't know what she did to earn five, but a new five star fuck was a big
deal in Hardington Falls, Utah. A five-star sophomore was unheard of.
Everyone was talking about the new five-star pussy in town.
The worst day in Tabatha's young life was the Monday following a
Saturday night date with Adam, and she went on that date to prove that
nobody, not even Adam "Bad-boy" Blake, could get a good Mormon girl to put
out. Tabatha didn't want any stars. What she wanted was the distinction
of having shot the bad-boy down. That was almost as good as five stars.
Then again, if she earned any, she wanted five. A five-star whore was a
bit of a celebrity in Hardington Falls. Adam's ratings carried a great
deal of weight. Some girls went to Adam to get rated. He didn't give
anything away. A girl or a woman got what she earned and deserved. His
own sister was a three-star. The guy was hard - pretty big, too.
Actually, Tabatha had the best and the worst day of her life. The day
was the most embarrassing, but she also felt like a movie star who earned
an Oscar for a nude love scene. All the girls looked on with envy. All
the guys were drooling and fawning all over a sophomore girl. She didn't
lift anything or open anything all day, and she must have walked on three
dozen leather coats, lettermen jackets, and nice sweaters. If she even
looked like she wanted something, she had ten to choose from, and a date
with any guy she wanted.
Tabatha wanted to be filled with shame, but she could have any guy she
wanted - Morman, Gentile, Catholic, or Jew - because they all wanted her.
Five stars from Adam was worth dumping any chick for, or wife, or career.
Tabatha was overwhelmed at the lewd, crude, and profitable offers that
poured in all day. By noon, she knew she needed to get on the pill right
away. She simply had to discuss this with her over-parenting parents.
They simply had to understand that five stars changes everything in a
girl's life. A five star whore simply must follow her destiny and put out
for fun and profit - she must. God would want her to.
By the end of the school day, Tabatha had already accepted several of
the more profitable offers. One came from the principal who offered her
immunity from hassle in exchange for pussy. She would need that, so she
gave him some. Fortunately, he had condoms in his desk. He fucked her on
his desk. He also gave her five stars. She gave him two but told him he
was a five.
Mr. Abernathy kept her two hours after school, so he had to give her a
ride home. To her amazement, he wanted a kiss and a hand job in her
driveway. The man had balls. They were out, too. Tabatha looked all
around and checked the windows in her home carefully before reaching for
his cock while leaning over and puckering up. They kissed for a full ten
minutes while she jacked on his dick. No one was peeking out any windows
when she started, but the whole family was when she peppered the windshield
with principal semen. A couple of lover strollers and a newspaper boy on a
stopped bike were also watching from the sidewalk with a car full of
passengers stopped in the street.
When Tabatha emerged from the car, the three on the sidewalk applauded,
the car honked, passengers waved, and Mr. Abernathy leaned out the window
to say, "Kid, you are the greatest. See you tomorrow, sweet thing. Would
you like me to pick you up? No trouble."
She stopped between his car and her now open front door to say, "I'll
have to get my parent's permission to accept a ride from a strange man, but
thanks for the offer."
He was not a stranger, but he was a strange man. Her mother stood at
the door, and her mother was not fond of strange men. She would rather
Tabatha accept rides from strangers than from a strange man. That man,
principal or not, was one strange man who needed wipers on the inside. The
nerve. Mrs. Christy was not amused and wanted everyone to move along, and
she wanted that nasty daughter inside - NOW!
Tabatha squeezed past a shocked mother and entered a living room with a
shocked father, two shocked younger brothers, and a terribly amused, big,
senior, two-star sister, one of the first names to appear on the van of
conquest back when she was a sophomore and the Dodge van was brand new.
Pretty Patty looked mighty proud of her kid sister. She had been proud at
school, too. The others were all shocked, but Patty said, "You are
something else, Sis. Don't you blush or hang your head. Don't let them
make you feel ashamed. Be proud, damnit. Stand your ground."
Her mother slammed the door and shouted, "I'll be damned if I am going
to be proud of having the biggest slut in this community living under my
roof and bearing the surname, Christy. I do not raise sluts, and I will
not tolerate a proud one. Anything you do reflects on me as well as the
Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and I do not appreciate the
reflection I am seeing. Good lord, Tabatha, have you no shame, no decency,
no honor? Do you think I want people pointing to me and going, there goes
the mother of a five-star slut? Do you think I will hold my head up and
stick my chest out, put a bumper sticker on my car that says, I am the
proud mother of a five-star slut. Well, do you? DO YOU? Answer me!"
Before Tabatha could say anything, big sis stepped in, took Tabatha into
her side, and faced the mother, saying, "I'll answer you. No, you don't
get any damn credit. You don't do a damn thing except masturbate and
mother us to death. Now, back off and lighten up. Go masturbate and get
in a better frame of mind. Use that dildo I bought you for Mother's Day. I
think three good Samson cums might make you appreciate what this daughter
has done for the Christy surname. People might just think the mother of a
five-star fuck might be a five-star fuck herself. You might just be giving
that rubber dong a much-needed rest. I warned you not to shame her.
People in glass houses, Mother dear."
Samson was news to everyone except the lady of the house, and that
red-faced, astonished lady wanted to melt into a puddle of humiliation
after that lambasting. She needed a slammed door to prop her masturbating
ass up after that. The sons were quite amused.
Mr. Christy looked to his wife and now knew why her pussy was so loose.
Any dildo named Samson and used to excess would produce loose as a goose
pussy. She didn't have a black lover after all, and he was relieved. He
came to comfort her and make her feel better. He was also a bit amused as
he took her in his arms and did a better job of supporting her than the
door had. He actually held her, and she needed to be held and reassured
after her glass mansion had been reduced to bits and slivers.
He held her tightly and let her bury her red face in his shoulder as he
massaged her back and nice white ass while saying, "It's okay, sweetheart.
I'm glad it's out. I need to apologize. I could have sworn you had
several black lovers. This Samson fella sounds like a great guy. He
sounds pink and made of India rubber. You don't need to hide a lover like
that from any member of this family. We'll set a place of honor for him at
the dinner table. He can sit at my place. We'll prop him up on a
barstool. If you want, you can sit on that bar stool, too. I promise, no
one will stare or crack any jokes."
He was great at easing tension, and that made everyone laugh and brought
the whole family together to offer the masturbating mother support. She
was still terribly embarrassed, but she had two sons supporting her legs
with a nice leg massage that went well with a husband giving a bare ass
massage and exposing all of the legs. She had daughters rubbing her arms
and back. All that supportive rubbing felt great as she said, "John,
honestly, you are as bad as Patty. You make me feel like a slut in my own
home."
He said, "You know, you do feel a bit like a slut in your own home at
that. How about it, boys, does she feel like a slut to you guys, too?"
Twelve-year-old Billy said while giving the upper right thigh a massage,
"Feels like it to me, Dad."
Fifteen-year-old Brad said while massaging pussy lips and a pubic patch,
"She's wet like a slut. Like you say, Dad, if it looks like a duck,
waddles like a duck, quacks like a duck, it must be a slut."
They all had a good laugh, then Brenda said, "Brad, get your hands out
of there. Good lord, this whole family has gone sex crazy. I feel like
I'm on a date with a horny octopus. See what you've done, Tabatha, you
naughty girl."
Brad obviously wasn't getting his hands out of there. If anything he
was getting his fingers in there as Tabatha kissed her mom and said, "If
anyone thinks you are a five-star piece of ass because of me, I am not
going to apologize, because I think you are, and I think five stars is
genetic. It has to be, because I didn't know anything, I just showed up
and let him do his thing while I acted naughty. The stars had to come from
somewhere. They sure didn't come from any experience. If anybody asks,
and they do ask, I say I got what I got from my sexy mom."
Patty said, "See. You should be praising her, not shaming her. She
does reflect on you, and her stars are casting a huge reflection. I took
after Dad, but her stars are still reflecting on me, though everything she
got, she got from you. Anyone can see that. If she's a five star fuck,
you must be, too. You may as well get used to it, Mom. And Dad, if you
are a jealous man, you are going to be miserable. The mother of a five
star is going to cheat. Your wife will be getting offers that are too good
to pass up."
Brad said, "I'll make her one. This is one slick pussy. Whatever is in
my piggy bank is yours, Mom. I don't know how much, but it's pretty
heavy."
"Bradley, get your hand out of there. Good lord. I'm not a catcher's
mitt. I'm your mother."
John kissed his wife to shut her up and make her be a good catcher's
mitt for her eldest son. She did nothing to end that kiss except try to
squirm off that boy's forearm, which only squirmed her further on as he
dropped to his knees, dropped her panties to her knees, and played Samson
very well. John had to hold most of her body weight after a few minutes,
and held her full weight while she shuddered through a lengthy orgasm.
She slowly regained her rubbery legs, but ignored what Brad was doing.
Patty said she needed three Samson orgasms to appreciate the great honor
Tabatha brought to the Christy surname. Brenda was now willing to give
that idea a shot. Brad made a better Samson than Samson did, and John had
never been so affectionate, nor had anyone else in the family. They were
all being very affectionate. All that affection felt great and went great
with a son getting that intimate, familiar, and deep. He did have a heavy
piggy bank.
The second orgasm was as good as the first, but the third was killer and
left the mother a spent rag doll that had to be dragged and set on the sofa
like a shot duck. John made Brad stop, and he stopped Billy from getting a
turn, but not before Billy got in almost to the elbow. Enough was enough.
Patty smiled to Tabatha and hugged her again. Brad wanted a hug, too.
Daddy wanted a hug and a kiss. Billy was looking up her skirt trying to
see what five star pussy looked like while everybody hugged her. She had
no panties on, so he knew what one looked like - neat and slippery.
Supper was on the table getting cold as Brenda got up to offer her hug
and kiss. The three orgasms did the trick. Brenda was a new woman after
that experience, now with no panties and a bare tit hanging out. After the
hug, Tabatha kissed that bare tit, mostly to bring attention to it, but
Brenda didn't seem to mind her tit getting that attention, as though it was
high time her breasts got the attention they deserved. Tabatha may have
the five-star pussy in the family, but Brenda had the five-star tits.
Tabatha paid homage to one, then freed the other one. There stood a
proud mom with five-star hooters being worshipped by sons. Patty came to
stand beside her father, put her arm around his waist, and said, "I was
afraid this might happen. She has a bad case of tittie pride. That wife
is itching to do some cheating. She'll be easy. What you need is an easy
daughter to help get you through this."
He smiled, placed his arm around her trim waist, and said, "Do you know
where I might find one?"
"Your hand is on one's ass. I was a two star at her age, but I'm an
easy four star now. If you wanna see how easy, lead me to a bed."
They left the room and headed in the direction of the master bedroom,
then the mother took those boys to their room. Tabatha went to the table,
took a seat at her place, and ate some cold pork 'n beans. After a few
mouthfuls, she set her fork down and said, "This sucks. Someone should be
taking me to a fucking five star fucking restaurant. Where is my lecture?
Where is my grounding? Why am I not being parented to death? Can't a
fucking whore get any attention in this fucking family? Fucking perverts."
Turns out that quarter was no good. Mr. Period never showed up, and
she missed her period. Her mother missed hers, too. Oh well, pregnant
bellies looked great on two five-star whores. They soon took pride in
their bellies and enjoyed comparing and letting the boys draw vulgar
cartoons on them. The naughty boys were also good at doing asses and tits
and making funny faces out of five-star pussy. They all enjoyed the good
life once everybody lightened up, and they all got lighter as the whores
got heavier. The church got lighter, too, by six souls.
The End
Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com
CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of
fantasy and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is -
masturbation. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards
are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with
minors should be left to other minors. PP
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