index


Message-ID: <29463asstr$985248603@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit
Subject: {ASSM} One Crazy White Lady
Date: Thu, 22 Mar 2001 03:10:03 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

                        One Crazy White Lady
                         By: Phil Phantom
                       HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Betty wanted desperately to fit in with her new husband's friends, but
they were a difficult bunch to warm to. They were friendly enough, a bit
too friendly, even the wives. Betty never knew people so openly sexual,
playfully crude, even raunchy. Sex was all they had in common, all they
talked about, their only interest, and seemed to be all they did. Betty
knew right away that they were all screwing each other. Even the women
were screwing each other. Before she saw any of that, they seemed that
way. Rob never did say what they were. In fact, all Rob ever did say was
loosen up, relax, let your hair down, wear something sexier, show more
tit, lose the panties, shave the pussy, give it some air, let it show.

This was not the type of marriage Betty envisioned when she agreed to
marry Rob. He was never that way before they married. Betty never would
have exposed her three kids to a marriage like that, or let them see a
mom like that, but once in one like that, what was she to do, chalk up
yet another failed marriage. Third time was supposed to be the charm,
and she finally landed a rich guy. People would think she must be the
problem. Her kids might think that. Betty could not let them think that,
because that was not the truth. She never cheated, they did, and the
last one cheated with a daughter, adding insult to injury by committing
the sin of sins, incest.

At least he didn't force himself on her. It was just cheating, that's
all. In her second marriage, the one that produced the two girls, Betty
promised herself that she would not make cheating such a major issue,
and didn't until he began cheating with their youngest daughter and
wouldn't stop. The girl was only eleven at the time. Her willingness to
cheat meant nothing to Betty. Incest was the issue. That issue trashed
husband number two, but he was damn lucky he didn't end up divorced and
in jail.

Betty trashed two otherwise good marriages because of cheating spouses
only to marry a third that made the other two look like monks. Rob
cheated on the honeymoon, three times with three different bimbos. One
was a whore that he paid for. That was before she arrived in Phoenix and
met his friends. She knew right away he had been fucking all of those
women, and went right back to doing that. On any given day, he kept
slipping away. After slipping away all day, he'd be too tired to make
love that night, if she even saw him that night. His dick always reeked
of pussy. The man didn't even have the decency to wash after being with
another woman. He'd take it out of one and put it right in her mouth.
Often times, his dick was still wet or sticky.

He got some sort of cheap thrill out of putting a wet dick in her mouth.
Betty gave him his thrill, having again resolved not to make cheating an
issue. She finally came to accept cheating as a way of life for manly
type men, the only kind she felt any attraction for, but Rob tested a
woman's limits on a daily basis. She also came to accept that Rob went
shopping for a trophy wife that would impress a group of seasoned
swingers, a WOW wife, a classy lady built like a brick outhouse. Betty
wowed them, but they sure didn't wow her unless they did something so
totally unexpected or shocking that she would go "wow" before thinking.
After thinking, she'd go, "Jesus Christ, how did I ever get in this
mess?"

Betty gradually got used to the taste of other women and came to view
that taste as a flavor, not a stench. Most were very clean. Even the
whore was an expensive whore. That helped. One day, she'd get a Mackerel
flavored dick in her mouth and that would be the true test. Slightly
fishy was okay, but Mackerel...no way. Maybe no way. She was no longer
sure what she could take or what she might do. After sharing a whore
with her husband on her honeymoon, Betty wasn't sure anymore, not after
doing what she did with that whore - and loving it.

Trying to fit in with swinger types was the hard part. Betty had never
had a desire to screw other men. She had no desire to screw other women.
She had no desire to screw, period. Making love with a man she loved was
her thing. Rob was a great love maker until after the wedding. Then, he
became a fucker, and a rare fucker at that. Betty got to the point where
she would welcome a fucking, but would end up masturbating, which she
didn't care to do if she had a wedding ring on her finger. She never had
to before, not when she was married. Between marriages, sure.

Betty just wasn't "into" this swinging thing, but like it or not, she
was in it. Like it or not, those people were their friends. Those people
came and went at all hours, day and night, never knocked, and were
indecent, lewd, crude, socially unacceptable, and her kids were exposed
to all of that - like it or not. Their home was Rob's pad, and Rob's pad
was some sort of swinger central. Rob's pad was a luxurious, spacious,
full-featured swing pad, but it wasn't a home for a family. Kids slept
in rooms that swingers were used to fucking in. The rooms had no locks,
the people didn't knock, and kids sometimes found themselves in a
crowded king-size bed, involved in a threesome they didn't agree to.

That was the toughest part of being Rob's wife. Her kids lived a bizarre
life and saw a bizarre new mom. She dressed differently, acted
differently, flirted, got felt up, smiled when she got felt up, flirted
with women, kissed with women, made out with women, went to bed with
women, danced dirty with all kinds of men, got screwed while dancing,
went to bed with all kinds of men, drank too much, showed her tits,
showed her ass, and showed her bald pussy at times with no panties on.
That was not their mom, but that was Rob's wife.

As days turned to weeks and four made a month, Betty slowly but surely
became the trophy wife Rob wanted. Anyone could fuck her in any hole and
didn't always need privacy to do it. With enough drugs or alcohol in her
system, anywhere was fine. She didn't like to get too wasted, but could
not stand being stone sober. She found a level where she could be Rob's
wife and be lucid. She tried to hover there. For a mother who never
drank, smoked, or used off-color language, an excessively modest mother
who was always stone sober and in full control, buzzed and topless was
bizarre.

Betty was tame and decent, even a prude compared to other women they
saw. Their mom was without doubt a classy lady - the prettiest, the
sexiest, the hostess with the mostest. Everyone treated her with
respect, even while fucking her in the ass. No one ever took all of her
clothes off, and she wouldn't, not all. The kids saw naked women, women
masturbating, naked women getting screwed, and naked women making love
to other naked women. Bare breasts were as common as bare feet. The
sight of pussy wasn't that rare. No one wore panties or bras. Beavers
were in season. Some had rings and tattoos. Most were shaved. Adorned
and decorated vaginas were the rage.

The men were like Rob: handsome, virile, successful, cool,
sophisticated, hung, cocky, bold, playboy types, and generally not as
crude as the women they brought. A nice word for the women who weren't
wives was slut or prostitute. Some were whores and fucking sluts. Some
were fucking animals - literally. They fucked animals and were proud of
that. Tattoos or jewelry proclaimed them bitches, and they all wore dog
collars. Betty could not agree more. Why anyone would bring one into a
person's home where there were kids was just beyond her, but they did,
with their animals, and they did their thing like animals, even with
kids looking on. A bitch was an animal. You simply had to view them that
way, treat them that way, and they don't mind because they know they're
bitches.

Bill, her oldest boy at sixteen was amused by most of it, and he was a
big fan of bare breasts and vaginas. He was a bit uncomfortable about
his mother showing her bare breasts or her vagina, though hers were
among the very best in a crowd of built babes. He looked down on some
things but pretty much found most everything interesting. He never did
mind being a part of any threesome, especially if two chicks climbed
into bed with him. The chicks loved him, raved about him, and made him
out to be quite a stud. Bill adjusted to this bizarre new world very
easily. He just wished his mom wasn't in it.

Sarah, at fourteen, went into shock and never recovered. Everything
shocked her and she never grew numb. Betty didn't know what she would do
with Sarah. Shipping her off to her father was an option, but her father
didn't want her because she wouldn't put out. She would just eat his
groceries and cramp his style. Sarah needed to toughen up, lighten up,
and loosen up. Betty often wished someone would rape her well. What that
girl needed was a good raunchy fucking that produced orgasms. One good
orgasm might just do the trick for her, but if anyone climbed into her
bed, she was up and out before they settled. Sarah slept fully dressed
with one eye open.

Katy, at thirteen, was the opposite of Sarah. Anything sexual interested
her. The bitches were her favorite. She loved male attention and female
attention. Katy loved attention, period. If a dog came up, she'd let him
lick what he wanted to lick just to get attention. She loved being
naked. Katy was a problem because she loved this new life and new mom
too much. As for threesomes, if the number of times Sarah got bumped
from her room was any indication, Katy had been involved in roughly
fifty in the first month. What she did in those threesomes, foursomes,
or moresomes, Betty didn't want to know, but knowing Katy, anything.
Betty needed to get that girl on the pill, but Rob said not to worry,
abortions were cheap and fertile pussy was a treat.

That was the type man she married, but when he told her that, she was
the type wife to shrug it off and forget about birth control. It was
that, or go to war on a hundred fronts, or divorce a rich guy and the
opulence that came with him. Betty had no fight in her and divorce was
still no option, so she kept plugging away at trying to adjust to being
Rob's trophy wife, living his life, and simply hoping for the best where
her kids were concerned.

Kids were always Betty's chief concern. What they thought of her used to
be the biggest concern, but that concern eroded at the rate of one
witnessed indiscretion after another until there wasn't much of the old
mom left to defend, or hide. She had the small consolation of being not
as bad as the rest, or best of the worst, or the lady of the tramps.
They may have thought of her as the slut who kept some of her clothes
on, or the lesbian who only liked making out with chicks, or the bitch
who only wanted her pussy licked by a dog, or the topless waitress who
let people draw on her tits.

At first, Bill had a real problem with each and every indiscretion. Each
step down from the lofty pedestal she had been on was like a knee in the
groin. He eventually grew accustomed to seeing her at his level, then
became at ease, then grew to like here there better. He could admire her
openly and make comments about her tit drawings, clean them off, and put
others on. He could tell her she needed to show more ass. He told her
that her pussy was the sexiest he'd seen, though she only shaved and
didn't adorn or decorate. Her pussy didn't need anything except opening
up. He loved sitting beside her whenever she made out with a chick and
would draw a dog's attention to her pussy.

Betty didn't appreciate him doing that but never said anything, and him
being beside her never bothered her when she made love with a chick.
That was rather pleasant because he liked massaging her legs. Lying in
the arms of a woman with her bare legs in her son's lap was novel enough
to add another dimension to making out with a female that made that more
enjoyable than just simply enjoyable. He also took vaginal liberties
when her partner wasn't taking them, but Betty got used to that. Thanks
to Bill, her pussy never went wanting for attention.

She never got used to being licked by a dog, mostly because of the
obscene exposure that entailed. One leg would get pushed to the floor,
the other pulled to his chest, and the skirt would get pushed up to the
waist area. Betty didn't mind showing pussy, but never could get used to
showing a beaver, showing pink as Rob liked to say. Bill loved the pink
parts. He loved opening the pussy. Rob ordered Betty to allow Bill to do
as he pleased. To help overcome vaginal shyness, she did allow him. That
did help some.

The licking was always very pleasant, so that helped a great deal, but
then he'd pull her lips open and make an obscene act into something
terribly vulgar. That also made the licking feel better, and he was good
about not doing that with a crowd of gawkers looking on. More than five
onlookers was a crowd. There were times she wanted her lips opened up
and was glad he was there because a classy lady wouldn't do that to
herself.

Betty grew to enjoy the level of intimacy they shared as friends instead
of the strict mother and son relationship they once had. There was
little of that left, and they certainly weren't lovers. Intimate friends
was the best term. They were close friends and quite intimate, at least
he with her. He could touch anything and do anything, being quite
familiar with her body, and he knew not to bring his dick into the
picture, though he would take it out and play with it when there weren't
many people around. He did get cum on her body, but he always wiped it
off or rubbed it in. If any got on her pussy, he rubbed it in, but
abortions were cheap and fertile pussy was a treat.

Betty really didn't care. There were times she wanted him to put the
head in and jack off. One day he would and she knew she'd lie there and
watch. There were times she wondered how good he'd be in the sack. He
always got rave reviews, a real dynamo with a pile-driving ass. Betty
liked those and Bill did have a nice dick, hardly what one would call
hung, but he had a good dick if he put it to good use as he seemed to.
Betty assumed he had a hang-up about being a mother fucker, and she
wasn't about to help him over that, but if he ever got over that on his
own, he would find a mother who had no such hang-up. There was
absolutely no incest taboo at Rob's pad. Rob made that perfectly clear.

Sarah saw a great deal of the sexual interaction between mother and son,
and clearly did not approve. Putting Sarah out of her mind was never
easy. In Sarah's eyes, she stepped off the pedestal, fell into a sewer,
then languished there without a care. The best way Sarah had of
demonstrating that fact was by petting the dog that licked her mother's
pussy. That was unnerving to say the least, but Betty suffered through.

After one month, Sarah hadn't changed one bit as everything got worse
and worse. Her old world and former life was no longer. Her own family
seemed alien, and she now knew her father didn't want her and she knew
why, because Betty told her why. She didn't tell her to be mean or
cruel. Sarah needed to know the truth. Her father was a
twenty-four-carot asshole. The sooner she stopped thinking about that
option, the sooner she might embrace a life of sensual pleasure. More
and more, Betty came to see Rob's life that way. It was only bad when
you fight it. The life offered orgasms aplenty, and countless just plain
feel-goods. Sex had many variations, endless possibilities, thrills,
chills, sharing, caring, love, and affection. Fucking was good, and
women were great for making love.

Katy was the first to get into the full swing of swinging and living for
sensual pleasures. She went too fast for Betty. Even after Betty had a
month to try to catch up, Katy was still too fast and far ahead. All the
guys were fucking her and all the women had had her. Her asshole and
pussy always looked freshly used, and she usually reeked of pussy. She
was terribly fond of the dogs, and they were terribly fond of her. Sarah
would pet a mother-licking dog, but Katy would suck on one. Betty had
not yet seen her getting screwed by a dog, but knew she did. Everybody
said she was a terrific little bitch. Even Bill said she was. Sarah
would have nothing more to do with her slut sister. Seemed like everyone
had seen it except Betty, and Betty was getting to where she wanted to
see it. She was at least prepared to watch it and not stop it. Couldn't
be worse than watching her suck one off and wipe her chin with a
back-hand swipe.

Sarah was the one Betty most wanted to see get fucked by a dog. Sarah
needed something that strong and degrading to bring her down to earthy
earth. Betty was also under a great deal of pressure to get Sarah to
loosen up, lighten up, and get with the program. The bitch was just too
damn sexy to let go to waste. If Betty was the trophy wife, Sarah was
the trophy daughter. That was one fertile pussy he wanted knocked up,
and he insisted that Betty personally see to it. Betty got the
impression that Sarah would not be getting an abortion but didn't want
to ask. Sarah would look awfully cute pregnant, and in that place, that
was enough reason to let her stay that way.

That was a tough order to give to a mom, though Betty hardly felt like a
mom anymore. She hardly felt like a wife, either. Rob did as he pleased,
barked orders, and she followed orders. The life was easy and good, but
some orders were tough. Fortunately, she only had one problem child. The
other two were an asset. One was a true joy and great with legs and
pussy.

Not long after receiving that order, Betty and her best friend, Bill,
were alone on a love seat in a quiet alcove with her legs in his lap.
This would be a great time to get a dog involved and open up the lips,
but none were around. They both kept an eye out. Bill had her in the
position for a dog - one leg down, one leg up and folded against his
chest, pussy fully exposed. He had her butt perched on his hip and had
his dick in one hand. The other toyed with the pussy. He had her
prepared for a dog or a good creaming of the pussy. He could angle his
dick down and touch every part of her pussy, but hadn't done that, yet.
So far, there had been no genital to genital contact. They seemed poised
for it, or he might be thinking of an attempt at insertion. They rarely
enjoyed this much privacy with little prospect of being disturbed.

Betty watched him fondle the genitals, but her thoughts were mostly on
Sarah. Betty didn't really care what Bill did with his dick and hoped
she conveyed that attitude so as not to inhibit him in any way. She
didn't want to invite penetration, but didn't want to discourage it. She
wanted him to feel free to do as he pleased. He seemed comfortable. He
used the fingers of one hand to open the lips to view the interior,
which he often did. He loved to marvel at the hole he came into the
world through, and often told her that she had a gorgeous cunt hole. He
liked using the term, cunt. More than that, he like hearing her use it.
He still had the taste of soap in his mouth. After some study, he said,
"Have you been fucked today?"

"Can't you tell?"

"Usually, but not today. If you did, you got a little guy. Your cunt
hole looks fresh but it looks a little raw, too."

"You probably made it raw. I feel like I have been fucked by ten little
guys. No, to answer your question, I have not been fucked today. Have
you?"

"No."

"Slow day. We can't even get the dogs to come out and play."

"Yeah, I was hoping one would come along. Your cunt could use a good
licking."

"Well, you're the expert when it comes to my cunt. You always seem to
know when my cunt needs a good dog licking. I always defer to your
judgment."

"Damn right. I take good care of this cunt. This is my mommy's cunt."

"You do take very good care of your mommy's cunt. You'll never hear me
complain. What are you whipping up now, some sort of ball balm or sperm
cocktail?"

"Could be. Is your cunt feeling thirsty?"

"Should be. It hasn't had a drink all day. Gotta get my vitamin S."

"I can fix that."

"I'm sure you can. Your balls look bloated."

That was all it took for him to angle his dick to the hole and push the
head in. He looked to see how she took that and saw that she took it
well, so he began pumping with his fist as he said, "Got the nozzel in.
You'll be drinking, soon."

"Fill 'er up."

Betty watched in silence for a while. Bill was in no hurry. He was
enjoying this penetration being so easily and casually accepted. Silence
was golden, but she broke the silence to say, "I have to get Sarah
pregnant. Rob's orders."

He thought about that, then said, "Does he know you're a girl?"

She laughed and said, "I often wonder....So...what do you think about
that?"

"Well, she needs to get fucked."

"That would be a good way to get her pregnant."

"Or someone could stick the head of a dick in and jackoff."

"Yes, that will work, too. Nothing like a good dose of vitamin S in a
fertile cunt."

"Is your cunt fertile?"

"Of course. I told you his motto. Abortions are cheap, fertile pussy is
a treat. Didn't you think that would apply to me, too."

"Knowing your views on abortion, I didn't think you would let that apply
to you."

"I have changed my views on a lot of things, including incest."

"I'm glad to hear that."

"You should be. In most states, what you are doing is considered
incest."

"I think Arizona allows a boy to insert up to half of his dick in his
mother's cunt before they consider that incest. Even then, it's just a
misdemeanor - small fine - community service. Basically, they just slap
the mother fucker on the wrist."

"What do the mothers get?"

"They get their asses slapped."

"Ohhh, I do love the way they do things in Arizona. I wouldn't worry
about getting your wrist slapped. I think you are well within legal
limits. Getting back to Sarah. You know her better than I do. I need to
get her fucked and get her fucking. She needs to get with the program."

"That'll be tough. She wants no part of the program."

"I can't put her out on the street, and she can't stay here the way she
is. Somehow, we have to get through to her. I was thinking a mutt might
do it."

"Forget that. She'll freak. If you want my honest opinion, you could do
it."

"What do you mean, I could do it."

"Make love to her, only go all the way."

"Don't be ridiculous. That's your dick talking."

"No, I'm serious. She likes girls. Girls don't frighten her, and you
don't frighten her more than any other female, plus she needs your
affection right now, and she knows you're into chicks, and it wouldn't
freak her if you got very friendly while getting affectionate. If you'll
eat her pussy and make her cum, she'll go exploring. She will at least
go exploring with you holding her hand. She needs her mommy, Mommy."

That made Betty think. She thought and said, "Eat Sarah's pussy, huh?"

"You know that has got to be good eating pussy."

"I never thought about it, but she would be a tasty bitch. Have you ever
seen her pussy?"

"Are you kidding - no, but I know someone who has. She told me about
it."

"Who, your friend, Sue?"

"No, her Aunt Connie."

"WHAT! Connie got to her?"

"She got to all of us."

"That shouldn't surprise me. She's just like her damn brother. So, did
Sarah like it?"

"I guess so. You would have heard about it if she didn't. Connie didn't
just have her once, you know."

"I guess she liked it. That's great news. At least I know she can be
thawed. I'm damn good at thawing chicks, but it helps if they have
already been thawed."

"You're the best, and Sarah knows it. If her mouth isn't watering, she
isn't paying attention, and when you are with a chick, she always pays
close attention. I noticed that right away."

"I did to, but I didn't think it was envy. She comes to pet the dog and
make me feel like whale shit."

"That is not why she pets the dog. You are reading her all wrong. That
is just an excuse to come close."

"Maybe, but that seems out of character for her. Then again, if she is
into pussy, that is a good way to get close. What did Connie tell you
about her?"

"I don't know how much to believe. Sarah would never even admit to doing
anything with Connie. I could tell by the way she acted that she had and
still was. Katy told me everything, and that did match everything Connie
told me about Katy. That doesn't mean she wouldn't lie or exaggerate
about Sarah."

"Assume she didn't lie or exaggerate. What did she tell you?"

"The key is to get her by the pussy. She is very difficult until you get
her by the pussy, then she gets very easy. She gets sopping wet and very
horny very quickly. She goes bonkers when she gets a mouth on her pussy,
but a tongue up her ass sends her out of this world. I can't picture
that, but Connie swore she was anal as hell and loved getting a big
strap-on dildo up her ass. Connie has one she calls the Gargoyle, and it
is one big, ugly, nasty looking fucker about a foot long and as thick as
a large cucumber. I had to take that damn thing all the way up my ass
before she'd let me fuck her."

"You must have wanted that pussy real bad, or did you?"

"I did, and it was her taunting me that both Katy and Sarah could take
all of the Gargoyle in the ass and the pussy that finally got me to give
it my all or die trying."

"You actually believed that?"

"Not without checking, or trying to check. Sarah wouldn't confirm that
but Katy did, then she took my pee wee baseball bat in both holes to
prove it."

"Christ."

"That's what I said. Anyway, I figured if that little runt could, I
could. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Connie was real good
at getting it in as I could take it. To tell you the truth, it was kinda
nice. I'll tell you something else. That training and conditioning
served me well here. The chicks love me, but so do these guys."

"Yes I heard. I wondered if you would ever tell me."

"I'm not ashamed. I'll tell you right now. I'm bisexual as hell. I'm not
crazy about sucking guys off, but I sure love a big cock up my ass."

"I salute Connie, and I hope she didn't lie or exaggerate. If Sarah has
had her holes conditioned, she should be no problem. I just need to open
her mind and give her a taste of Rob's good life. I wouldn't mind
tasting Sarah on Rob's dick. I wouldn't mind tasting Sarah while Rob's
dick fucks her. I'd like to suck on Sarah's clit while she gets pregnant
for me."

"Ah shit, Mom, you went and made me cum!"

"Ummm, yes, I feel it! Oh, you nasty mother fucker. Pump that sperm into
your mommy. Get me pregnant."

"I wish."

"So do I. I wish you'd lie over me and fuck me like a whore."

No sooner said than done. His last squirt was set deep, and he never
went soft. He kept right on fucking and fucked her like a whore, which
made her cum right before he came for the second time. That did him in,
and that was the best fucking Betty ever had in her life. She held
tightly to his ass, pulling him in, holding him in deep. She kissed him
passionately and told him what a great mother fucker he was. He was a
tired mother fucker, but that was sweet music to his incestuous ears.

They both felt giddy, so happy they crossed over. They knew this would
not be the last. His mom made that quite clear by the way she
possessively clung to his ass. He got propped up to look into her
smiling face and say, "Mom, you are the best piece of ass I ever had."

She smiled big and gave him a passionate kiss, then settled back to say,
"Do I make a good whore?"

"The best. I feel like I have my dick in a thousand-dollar hooker."

"Well, that is good. I've had one of those. Talk about good pussy."

"Are you trying to get my dick hard again?"

"Oh, does that arouse you? I wasn't aware."

"Like hell you weren't. You seduced me that way."

"Bill, I'm shocked. Do you actually think I make love to a woman the way
I do just to make your dick so hard that you'll stick it in my cunt and
fuck me with it? Is that what you think?"

"Yes, I do. I think you'd fuck a dog to make my dick hard."

"Ummm, so that would make your dick hard, would it?"

"Yes, very hard. You'd look great with a mutt fucking you."

"Rob thinks so, too."

"Rob knows what he's talking about. He doesn't need a trophy wife as
much as he needs a set of good mother/daughter bitches lounging around
the place."

"Daughters. I have two. We can't leave Sarah out."

"Good luck, but if she sees you being a good bitch, she'll come around."

"That would make your life complete, wouldn't it?"

"I have everything else any guy could want."

"Well, if you want your mommy to be a good bitch, you be my breeder.
I'll let you decide when I need it. I'll be a good bitch for you, but no
one else. If they want to see that, they'll have to go through my
handler."

He beamed a big smile and said, "Oh, Mom, I love you."

That watered her eyes and brought her hands to his face as she said,
"Bill, do you mean that? Do you honestly love me this way?"

"Yes, more than ever, and I'm not talking with my dick. I'm talking with
all of my heart and soul. Mom, you are beautiful this way. Nothing you
do looks vulgar. You can bring class to bestiality and make that an act
of pure beauty."

"Beauty and the beasts, huh?"

"Yes. Teach Sarah, because she would also bring beauty to the beastly
act. These trashy bitches will all bow down to you two. These mutts
won't touch a bitch after they've had you and Sarah."

"What about Katy?"

"Mom, face it. Katy is a trashy bitch."

"Yeah, I'm facing it. That saddens me, Bill."

"I know, but Katy was headed there with or without this. She would have
been a real problem for you."

"I know, but she's so young. She would not have been a problem for many
more years."

"So what. The end result would be the same. At least this way, she won't
end up on some sleazy street corner. She'll end up married to one of
these guys."

"True, same for Sarah, but Sarah was destined for a decent life."

"Yeah, one just like yours was. Do you honestly wish that on her? What
have you got against her, anyway? She is exactly like you. The two of
you have always been so close."

"I know, but we are now so far apart and growing further apart."

"Bring her to you. Mom, she wants to be close to you. She needs you. She
is so lost and all alone. You are the only one she wants to be close to.
If you were standing waist-deep in a lake of shit that was on fire and
calling out, 'Sarah, come to me,' she'd come to you. She might wet
herself down and hold her nose, but she would come to you."

"Damnit, you are so right, Bill. I have been such a fool, so guilty, so
ashamed, so self-absorbed, so god damn stupid. Honey, let me up. I am
going to her right now, and I am not leaving her side until we are as
close as we have ever been - closer."

Bill got up, and helped his mom up, then held her in a lover's embrace
to say, "I do love you, and not like a son loves his mother. You are a
very beautiful person, inside and out. And don't you feel bad. All
natural blondes are stupid, and shaving your pussy won't help. You are
still a natural blonde, Mom."

She smiled and kissed him, then said, "Shaving the blonde hairs off my
cunt doesn't help, huh?"

"No, that just makes you look intelligent."

Love burned in her smiling eyes as she said with all the sincerity she
could muster, "I love you too, Bill, and not just as a mother loves her
son. You are very special to me. I won't ever regret this because it
gave us this type of love. This alone has made it all worthwhile and
makes it all right. This is good. I want this. I want you in my life
always, and always like this - friends and lovers."

"I can't imagine a life without you, or one without you as both a friend
and a lover. I am ready to propose an unofficial marriage between us
till death do we part, and Mom, I will be faithful in that I will never
leave you."

That brought on the water works. Betty had to rest her head on his
shoulder and cry while he rubbed her back. When she could talk, she
softly said, "I shouldn't try to tie you to me, but I want that so much.
I accept your proposal of unofficial marriage, Bill. You are the husband
I recognize, the one I serve and try to please. Rob will have to accept
that. From now on, I'll send him to you with his damn orders. If he
doesn't like it, I'll divorce his sorry ass. I trust your love and good
sense. I know what Rob is. If I keep letting Rob have his way, we will
all end up as tattooed trashy bitches that no man in his right mind
would want. When that day comes, we all get taken out with the trash. I
know this won't last, but I want to leave the same way I entered - head
high, shoulders back, walking on my hind legs."

"You and Sarah will never lose your class and dignity - never. I will
guard that with my life. Rob doesn't intimidate me in the least, and he
knows it. I'll whip that fucker's ass, and he knows I can do it. If he
gives me any shit, I'll put your tits away and take your pussy out of
circulation. That goes for Sarah's, too, when they come out and her
pussy goes in circulation."

Betty stood back wearing a proud smile, saying, "We're in good hands,
but I hope it doesn't come to that. My tits like being out, and my pussy
loves being in circulation. To make this last, we have to find that
happy medium. Rob would never dump a classy lady or keep one that won't
put out."

"Well, I love these tits out where they belong, and this pussy should be
in full circulation. I want a whore, but a class act, and that goes for
Sarah, too."

"I'll get her for you, and she will serve you as I do. She'll be a good
whore just like her mommy. May I go to her, now?"

"Yes."

"How do I look?"

Wearing only a short skirt and doing a slow turn in place, Bill watched
a full turn, then said, "You look great except for all the cum running
down your hind legs. I think that looks great on you, but she won't."

"I'll stop and freshen up. Should I put a top on?"

"No, never. You look your best just the way you are."

"No shoes?"

"No, your feet are too pretty."

"Wish me luck."

"Be very affectionate and let her know you want her sexually. Remember,
get her by the cunt."

"Got it."

With that she was off at a prance and what a sight she was prancing up a
spiral stairway made of glass. Sarah hated those see-thru steps because
people could see up her dress - how 'bout that.

                               * * *

After freshening up and brushing out her luxurious blonde hair, Betty
went in search of her look-alike daughter and found her in the first
place she looked - in her bedroom reading a book, propped up, sitting on
her made bed in a very tidy room. This was her space, her sanctuary, her
prison. On seeing her topless mother, she took note and buried her nose
back in the book to show her disapproval.

Betty came and sat at her hip, placed a hand on bare leg, and began
stroking upward on inner thigh flesh. Sarah thought she stroked a bit to
high and wedged a hand between her legs to prevent a way-too-high stroke
that seemed likely if she didn't take that drastic measure. She also set
the book down, looked at the rude hand, then to her mother to say, "Mom,
what are you doing? I'm not one of your girl friends. I'm your
daughter."

"I know, but I love your legs. I just want to touch them and feel how
soft they are. You can take your hand out of your crotch. I won't rape
you, Sarah."

Sarah slowly relaxed and then drew her hand out from between her
clenched legs, then relaxed her legs. When she laid her hand at her
side, her mom folded the skirt back to fully uncover legs and the crotch
of her panties, bringing forth a, "Mom, someone could come in here and
see us like this. What would they think?"

"They would think you were allowing me to admire your legs clear up to
your panties, then they would admire your legs clear up to your panties.
You do have the sexiest legs, and these legs get sexier as they go up.
The sexiest part is right here on the inside of your thighs next to
panties."

"MOM, don't touch me there!"

"This is the sexiest part and the softest part. Relax, Sarah. I'm not
going to eat you. I just want to feel you. Let your legs part...come
on...more than that....Spread them, Sarah."

"Mom, I know what you'll do if I spread my legs."

"What will I do?"

"You'll feel between my legs."

"Do you think I would want to feel your pussy?"

"Yes. You love feeling pussies. You feel every pussy you can get your
hands on."

"Have you ever seen me feel a daughter's pussy?"

"No, but I think you would if a daughter spread her legs for you."

"Spread your legs and find out."

"All right, I'll spread them, but don't put your hand inside my panties
- promise me."

Sarah made the spread before securing the promise. Betty slid her hand
squarely over the pussy and began a very nice over-panty pussy massage
that instantly made Sarah forget any promises. Sarah watched intently,
fully expecting her mother's hand to slip in under the leg hole at the
crotch. When that didn't happen when expected, she made a better beaver,
then a better one until she turned a good beaver into a vulgar crotch
presentation with both legs drawn fully in and laid flat.

Betty soon had that pussy slobbering and thoroughly soaked the crotch of
the panties, rendering them see-thru. She had a cunt begging for bare
flesh contact, and a girl teetering at the edge of orgasm. Betty held
her there, made her sweat, and kept her interest.

After five minutes of this torture, and still no bare flesh contact,
Betty said, "You sure do have a juicy pussy, and you smell absolutely
delicious. I wish I didn't have to stay on top of these damn panties."

Sarah said, "You never did promise."

"I didn't?"

"No, you didn't."

"I thought I did."

"No, you didn't say anything. You just started playing with my pussy."

"Do you still want that promise?"

"Not now."

"Can I take your panties off?"

"If you want."

"Yes, let's get them out of the way. Put your legs together and lift
up...there, that's better. Now, do that spread again. That's a good
one...oh, yes...Oh, Sarah, you have a lovely pussy, a very sexy pussy."

"I thought you didn't like them with hair."

Placing palms against inner thighs and peeling open the lips with
thumbs, Betty said, "I prefer them shaved, but you have such lovely and
fine pussy hair. And your coloring. What a gorgeous pink hue. Oh, Sarah,
I feel like doing a terribly wicked thing to this beautiful pussy, at
least wicked for a mother to do to a daughter's pussy."

"What?"

"I think you know what."

"Kiss it?"

"For starters. May I please, Sarah?"

"Well...if you really want to."

"Thank you Sarah. You won't regret this. I want you to lie back, relax,
but watch everything I do. Would you like that?"

Sarah settled back with wide eager eyes, saying, "Yes, I want to watch
everything."

Betty got on her belly, got centered, then delivered the best French
kiss a girl's pussy ever received. That girl fell instantly in-love with
her mother's mouth. After that kiss she fed cunt to her mother without
the slightest inhibition. She enjoyed a series of orgasms, hard to tell
how many. Some blended into others with quakes and minor temblors
between them. The girl absolutely loved being eaten and could lie under
a pretty mouth all afternoon. She did lie for close to one hour. By the
end of that hour, she didn't have the slightest qualms about feeding
pussy to her pussy-loving mother and finally got over her shyness about
letting her tongue-fuck the asshole.

At the end, Sarah was on her front with her butt in the air, pulling her
own cheeks apart to receive a good tongue reaming. She got over that
shyness very well and proved to be very anal. She'd take a dick in the
ass with no problem. While fingering her ass with three deep fingers,
Betty asked her if she'd like to get her ass fucked. She was not too
surprised when Sarah admitted that she wouldn't mind that and had gotten
that from several guys who wouldn't let her escape from the bed, Rob
being one of them. There were three who had been back several times for
more ass, as a group and individually. She promised not to tell if they
would only do it in her ass. She also promised not to run from them if
all they wanted was a piece of ass. Betty praised her but wondered why
Rob never mentioned that she was coming along nicely and being a good
little butt whore.

Betty came to lie down beside Sarah. She held her close and kissed her.
Sarah did need that affection very much. She melted into her mother's
loving embrace. She wanted more and more, could not get enough, or feel
enough. She felt everything. She wanted everything, wanted to do
everything, and wanted to return the favor. She owed her mom an hour,
but Betty just wanted to hold her and talk. Yes, she was owed an hour,
but later. Getting Sarah to settle down and stop sucking on her tits was
the hard part. She finally did but missed the sucking that went so well
with the fingering. Betty stopped the sucking, but not the fingering.
Sarah could finger and still talk.

Betty began the serious talk by saying, "Honey, I have been so wrong to
leave you alone to sort this all out on your own. I feel just awful for
not being there for you. I should have known better."

"It was awful. I never felt so scared and alone. This place is so scary.
These people are all sex fiends. They are all child molesters and I have
no one to protect me from them."

"I know sweetheart, and you still don't. I can't, not and remain Rob's
wife, which I do want, but Bill is going to come to our rescue."

"How is Bill going to rescue us? He is as bad as they are. He's one of
them, now."

"Yes, but with a difference. He wants us to remain classy and above all
the raunchy filth and muck."

"I think he likes the filth and muck the best. He sure likes what the
dogs do."

"Yes, but he thinks we will bring class and beauty to bestiality."

"WHAT!"

"Honey, face it. If we stay here, and I plan to, we will be doing dogs.
You will be doing people any way they want it - male and female. You'll
stay right in this bed when you get company, and you will be involved in
threesomes, fourseomes, or moresomes."

"MOM!"

"Honey, you can't come to me anymore. When you go to bed, you stay in
bed. If they bring a dog along, you'll be involved in that, too. If they
bring a dog, you can bet he's for you."

"But Mom, I don't want to play these dirty games with these people. For
one, I'll get pregnant."

"Not by a dog."

"That's one good thing about them."

"From what I've seen, there are a lot of good things about them."

"Yeah, just ask Katy. She can even tell you how they taste."

"She's a good bitch."

"You're telling me. And you want us to be like that?"

"No, we will do it with class simply because we are two very classy
chicks."

"Classy chicks don't do that."

"True, but when they must, that is a beautiful sight to people like
these. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Well...yes, I suppose."

"Don't you think that they think you are every bit as classy, beautiful,
and sexy as I am?"

"Well, yeah. I don't think so, but they keep telling me I am."

"Haven't you thought about me getting down on my all fours for a dog to
mount?"

She blushed, smiled, and said, "Only to excess, and only when I
masturbate."

Betty smiled and said, "Don't you think I do the same with thoughts of
you getting on your all fours, naked?"

"You do?"

"To excess, and always when I masturbate, which I now do to excess."

"Wow, I can't even picture you masturbating. Well, I can now. Still
seems weird seeing you be sexual and...well...nasty."

"Do I ever look vulgar?"

"No...except when you let Bill open up your pussy so a dog can lick the
inside and stick his tongue way up your hole."

"That probably does look vulgar, but it sure feels good."

"It looks good, too. I sure wouldn't mind holding your pussy open like
that. The lip holder gets the best view."

"Who is stopping you? Have you ever seen me stop Bill?"

"No, and I'm glad you never do. That's the one thing I love to watch you
do. You never saw me walk away from that."

"No, come to think of it, you never do. You usually end up on your
knees, petting the dog. The lip holder doesn't get the best view, the
mutt petter does."

She smiled and said, "She sure does. I think I'll stick with my job,
only from now on, I won't be shy. Who knows, I might even pet my pussy
with my other hand. Boy, I sure feel like doing that when I'm watching a
long dog tongue going in and out of your pussy hole and you're squirming
all around like you really love the way that feels."

"I'd like to see you hold still."

"No way. You'd see me fuck a dog's tongue like a slut."

"But classy."

"Of course. We are always classy no matter what we do - right?"

"According to your brother we are. From now on, we only follow his
orders - agreed?"

Sarah thought about that with her lower lip in teeth, then smiled and
said, "Okay. I will if you will, but I'm going to get pregnant."

"Yes, but you will look adorable."

"Can't you get me on the pill?"

"Are you referring to an adorable prevention pill?"

"That answers my question. I guess I better get used to the idea of
being adorable and walking around with no clothes on, huh?"

"Start by getting used to walking about topless in a short skirt with a
bald pussy. We will work toward barefoot, bare-assed, and pregnant, as
you get more adorable. Before we can make you look adorable, we need to
get this sexy pussy of yours knocked up."

When Betty reached for that sexy pussy, Sarah rolled to her back and
spread her legs to look at her sexy pussy with her mother's two middle
fingers fucking it. She said, "Yes, but your fingers won't do it. We
need a dick - a human dick."

"I was thinking of giving Rob the honor. I'm sure he'd like that job."

"He does have a nice dick. My ass sure likes it, and my sexy pussy gets
jealous."

"We'll just have to get him to switch holes, won't we?"

"Yeah, maybe if I fart when he goes to put it in, he'll go yuck and
stick it in the other hole."

"Maybe, but that isn't the classy way. The classy way is to let your
classy mother put it where it belongs."

"That works for me. I want you there the whole time."

"Honey, if you'll get pregnant for me, I'll suck on your clit the whole
time."

"If you do that, I'll give you a set of twins. You'll see my pussy suck
his dick, then nurse on it after he fills me full of cum."

"You have a deal. That, I would love to see from that close up."

"Yeah, well I'd like to see a dog tongue-fuck your pussy from that close
up, so don't be too surprised if you find a classy daughter sucking on
your clit next time."

"While she masturbates with both hands and shows her cunt."

"Probably. Boy, we sure are a couple of classy chicks, aren't we?"

"I think Bill has his work cut out for him."

"Mom, I think we're going to embarrass him."

"I think he'll spank us if we do."

"That would be neat."

"I think so, too. Sarah, you may think I have lost my mind, but I think
I am in-love with Bill. We fucked, just now, and that was the best fuck
of my life."

"Wow! I wish I could have seen that."

"You'll see plenty of that in the future."

"I'm not surprised that you are in-love. I saw it coming. He fell
in-love first."

"Yes, with my pussy."

"That came after he fell in-love with you. After that, your pussy was
his pussy. He was surprised that you let him have it."

"I was under orders from the big boss. Give the kid your pussy. That was
to help me overcome my vaginal shyness."

"Works good, huh?"

"I'm not over it, but that did help. It'll help you, too, so brace
yourself. Bill now owns your pussy, too. I gave it to him as a wedding
present. We are unofficially married. He proposed; I accepted; then I
gave him your pussy."

"How romantic."

"He thought so."

"He would. Oh well, my pussy was going to waste with me owning it."

"That is exactly what Rob said. We can't have good pussy going to
waste."

"I agree. I finally agree. I even agree with knocking it up. That is the
best idea I've heard all month."

"I'm glad you feel that way, because like it or not, it would get
knocked up and stay that way. I was prepared to tie you spread-eagled to
this bed, naked, with your pussy lubed and a cork up your ass, light on,
door wide open, with a welcome mat in the hallway."

"I'd be fucked if you did that."

"Those were my thoughts, too."

Sarah became pensive, then said, "Mom...lets do it that way."

Betty thought, thought some more, then said, "Are you serious?"

"Why not. I have been such a stubborn bitch. You have tried your best.
You must be at your wits end especially after you came and gave me a
long talk and I said, 'Screw you and all your pervert friends. Just
leave me alone.'"

"I don't have to take that shit."

"No, you don't. You could teach a girl a lesson she'll never forget, and
get her used to showing her wide-open cunt."

"No, not me, Bill. I'll tell Bill what you said and tell him what I
think should be done. Let him do it."

"He'd do it."

"I know he will if he sees I want him to. Are you sure you want it this
way? You'll get dogs."

"I'll get them anyway. Yes, I want it this way, but I want you here, at
least for the first few."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

"Wow, this is going to be super neat. This is like a fantasy I have, the
gang's captive girl."

"I think we all have a gang's captive girl fantasy. I can relate, but if
this fantasy begins to wear thin, you can tap out by crossing your index
finger over your fuck finger. I'll be looking for the signal, but I'm
sure we'll have plenty of time to talk."

"Great. I doubt I'll tap out when I'm with someone, but who knows, this
might get old after a while. I'll let you know when I'm whipped and
ready to be a good daughter like Katy."

"You'll never be like Katy. We're not going there, but you will do as
you are told. Don't ever lose your dignity, but do as you are told with
as much class and grace as you can. Never show how much you love what is
being done to you, but never act like you hate it. You endure with stoic
dignity, and a lady cums the way she sneezes."

"So, when I have mutt-cum running down my chin, I should use a hanky and
dab."

"Right, fold and dab, fold and dab. Never spit - swallow. When you
swallow cum, especially dog cum, make a good disgust face, and don't
ever fart. If you do fart, give the dog a dirty look."

They enjoyed a good laugh, the first in over a month.

                          * * *

Betty went ahead and told Bill that Sarah wanted to play out a gang's
captive scenario. He was thrilled with the way things went, very proud
of his mom/bride, and loved the idea of a bound and vulnerable Sarah. To
make the experience better for Sarah, they decided to pretend that Bill
didn't know the truth, and once they had her stripped and bound, he
would take first honors.

Sarah knew to play it by the scenario she and her mom discussed and
rehearsed. Stiff resistance and good acting was expected. Bill and Betty
walked in on Sarah reading, fully dressed, looking concerned for having
recently told her mom, "Screw you and all your pervert friends. Just
leave me alone." Now, her angry mom was back with Bill, and they were up
to something because they had leather cuffs and soft-cotton ropes. Sarah
set her book down and prepared to defend herself, but they grabbed her
and began stripping her.

Sarah did a fair job of acting, but eventually found herself naked and
trussed for fucking. Not only were her wrists and ankles tied to the
four corner posts, but they wrapped rope around her legs at the knees
and pulled them out. After putting a gag over her mouth and a pillow
under her ass, Sarah was ready to be entertaining. She did look a sight
as Bill began taking his pants off. Sarah watched with worried eyes as
her mom used a hand to make her pussy receptive, saying, "So, screw me
and all my pervert friends, huh? Just leave me alone, huh? Well,
sweetpea, that isn't going to happen. Allow me to introduce you to my
closest pervert friend, Bill. Bill, meet your sister's juicy cunt, which
by the way, is fertile and juicy. Help yourself. You don't mind, do you,
Sarah?"

To look at her, you would think she minded very much, but once Bill sank
that hard dick into her pussy, she became stoic and sneezed a great
deal. She needed to work on taming her orgasms. It would help a great
deal if her mom wouldn't suck on her clit while she took a screwing.
Bill was mighty impressive in his own right, but put those two together
and they were killer. Sarah had no idea sex could feel that good.

She blew it badly, so Betty removed her gag after Bill dismounted,
splashed cool water on her face, and gave her a few light slaps to get
her to focus, saying, "Sarah...Sarah, look at me. Who am I?"

"Hillary Clinton."

"Who fucked you?"

"My brother, the rapist bastard pervert, Bill Clinton."

"He knows, Sarah, and you can't act worth beans."

"What do you mean, he knows?"

"He knows were are playing a game of gang's captive girl."

"Oh."

"I hope you do better with the general public, because you take a
fucking the way Katy does."

"Maybe I could take a fucking like a young lady if you didn't suck on my
fucking clit."

"If you don't want me to suck on your fucking clit, I won't."

"No, I want you to. I'll try harder. They can't all be as good as Bill."

Bill came up on her other side, leaned in, and gave her a smiling kiss,
then eased back a bit to say, "Thanks, Sarah. I have always wanted to do
that. You were better than I ever imagined."

She smiled warmly and said, "Yeah, well, you were exactly the way I
always imagined - FANTASTIC! Do that some more."

Betty said, "Hey, we share. You'll get plenty more, but this is my stud.
[looking to Bill] Why don't you go down and start spreading the word.
Let's drum up some business. [he left; Betty looked to Sarah] Gag or no
gag?"

"Gag until I stop all struggles."

"You got it. Open wide, bitch."

Sarah stayed tied to that bed for a solid week, and remained gagged for
half of that time. Everyone had her many times over. Every dog had her
many times over. After the gag came off, she would suck them without
whining. Betty dabbed for her. Betty grew weary of playing gang's
captive long before Sarah did. Even Rob thought that was excessive and
wanted her turned loose after two days. He actually felt sorry for Sarah
and came to talk to her, pleading with her to accept the life he offered
and not keep making her mother angry. Did no good, but when she did come
out of her bindings, that was one whipped debutante who gave no one any
shit.

Sarah came out of that week in bondage, a real pro at being a classy
chick under the control of perverts, through her brother who wanted to
impress perverts. Betty was just as good. That week established her as a
bitch you don't want to cross unless you have her son on your side. Rob
soon saw that he created a monster, but the monster could be easy to
work with as long as he never forgot who the bitches belonged to: Betty,
Sarah, and Katy. Bill was easiest with Katy. Pretty much anything went
with Katy, but everything to do with Sarah and Betty had to be cleared
in advance and never strayed from the agreed course. He could and did
take those two out of play. He could and did get assholes barred from
the property for varying periods of time.

After two months, and one month with Bill owning the bitches, things
settled into a stable routine exactly the way Bill and the bitches
wanted it. Rob couldn't be happier. His friends were ecstatic. Their
future looked bright and secure. In a rare moment, when the family found
themselves alone on the property with only the large black man servant,
they all gathered at the love seat in the alcove. This time, they had a
great mutt.

Betty and Sarah had their skirts on, but Katy, as usual, was naked. Bill
had his dick out and was doing his lip holding thing while the mutt did
his thing. Sarah sucked clit and masturbated while getting fucked in the
ass by Eugene. Katy was on hands and knees sucking off the mutt while
another fucked her. This was quite a family portrait, and one the guests
rarely saw. Eugene was like family and had been given Sarah's asshole,
which he availed himself of to excess to the joy of all who saw that.
Everyone saw that to excess. That big nigger taking that little lady in
her little white ass was a major attraction.

Bill smiled to Betty and said, "Are you happy, now?"

She took her eyes off that big black cudgel she loved watching so much
to turn them on Bill who she loved so much, and said, "I couldn't be
happier. My Sarah is a nigger's asshole whore. My little Katy is the
biggest bitch in Arizona. We are all barefoot and pregnant. My son
married me off to a dog who I am required to publicly make love to
without a stitch of clothing on. How could I be happier?"

"I'm under a lot of pressure to keep you all pregnant. Everyone is
curious to see if you deliver a litter of puppies. I was thinking, if
that would make you happier, you could make a bunch of perverts very
happy. When they are happy, I am happy."

"To tell you the truth, I am also curious. The way I make love to my
doggie hubby, and as often as I make love to him, I think anything is
possible. I think he is curious too, aren't you fella? Es ou are."

"Do we go for it?"

"Sure, why not. Make them happy. When you're happy, I'm happy. What the
girls think, doesn't matter. One is a bitch; the other is a cunt-sucking
whore. Fuck 'em."

That made Bill smile and brought Sarah off the clit to say, "I'm still a
lady, though, right?"

"Yes, dear, always a lady, now suck my cunt."

Sarah went down smiling but had a difficult time capturing the clit due
to the hard buffeting she received. When Betty talked like that, Eugene
always fucked harder. That was one crazy white lady.

                            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

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+