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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Doing the Daughter
Date: Sat, 14 Apr 2001 06:10:03 -0400
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                        Doing the Daughter
                         By: Phil Phantom
                      HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

Rachel felt like she were being called on the carpet. Both
parents sat in their side-by-side matching recliners set before
the big screen TV, but the TV wasn't on. The call was like a
summons and came from her mom - the usual sommoner. Rachel
couldn't imagine what she may have done. Grades were good. She
hadn't scratched the family car. All chores were done. Phone
calls were kept under ten minutes, the music low, skirt lengths
were right. She wasn't dating anyone offensive; in fact she
wasn't currently seeing anyone. Studies took up all of her free
time. At this point in her junior year, winning a good
scholarship was all that mattered. There'd be time for guys when
the guys were more to her liking - with any luck, ivy league
wearing Polo sweaters driving a convertible Porsche that she'd
look like a million bucks in, especially while driving. Rachel
couldn't imagine what the problem could be, but this did sound
and look like a summons - looked serious, too. 

Rachel came to stand before both parents but addressed herself to
her mother, saying, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, but we may have a problem. Rachel, are you a virgin?"

"WHAT?"

"You heard me, and I'm sure you understand the term. Are you or
are you not a virgin?"

The initial question was like a bucket of ice water in the face,
but the rephrased repeat was a an ice water enema. That will make
an embarrassed girl indignant. Rachel stuck a firm hand on a
supple hip and fired back, "Whether I am or not is nobody's
business."

"Maybe not, but if you are, this up-coming weekend will be very
difficult for you."

Very perplexed, Rachel let the hand slide off as she said, "What
do you mean by that?"

"You are going to be sexually active this weekend, very active,
all weekend. We were rather hoping you weren't a virgin." 

Rachel stood with her mouth agape, staring, as though replaying
that bizarre message on the faulty recorder of her mind, certain
she wasn't getting it right, because it sounded like her mother
said, "You are going to be sexually active this weekend, very
active, all weekend. We were rather hoping you weren't a virgin."
That couldn't be right.

Jan turned to Bill and said, "This doesn't look good, Bill. She
is responding like a virgin. Tell her, and be blunt. Lay it out
for her exactly the way you laid it out for me. Hold nothing back
or I'll withdraw my support. Assume she is a virgin and respect
her as one, but she's not a child. Don't treat her like one. If
you expect her to act like an adult this weekend, you can start
right now by treating her like one. I insist."

Rachel liked that and placed her hand back on a cocked hip as
though saying, "Well?"

Bill cleared his throat, took his eyes off her sexy legs, then
said, "As you know, we recently returned from a reunion of 27th
Infantry."

"Yeah, the Wolfhounds. Go on."

"I met an old buddy from Nam, Joe Spivy. I showed Joe your
picture, the one I carry in my wallet, last years prom."

"I know the one. Go on."

"I show everyone. When someone pulls out pictures of the fancy
car or house they own, or business they run, or bridge they
built, I pull out the picture of the princess I made. You look so
pretty, so sexy, so grown-up, like a young movie star or super
model. I'm so proud of that picture, Rachel."

Rachel blushed, smiled, and said, "Thank you, Daddy, but what
does that have to do with what Mom said about this weekend?"

"For Joe, it was lust at first sight. He kept the picture.
Actually, I gave him the picture."

"Why would you do that?"

"Joe saved my life. Not just that, Joe risked his life to save my
life. He took a bullet in the thigh but still dragged me to
safety. He won the Silver Star. I'd give Joe anything he wanted.
Sweetheart, Rachel, Princess...Joe wants you...all
weekend...right here, and he has three sons he wants to share you
with and a wife who at the very least wants to watch. She might
be one of those. We never got around to discussing her desires."

Jan butt in with, "Bill."

That was enough. Bill looked to Rachel and said, "I guess you
should figure on doing her, too."

Jan now shouted, "Damnit, Bill, tell her exactly what you do
know, and don't sugar coat it. Tell her exactly what you told me,
word for word. If you don't, I swear, you're on your own."

Bill swallowed hard and appeared embarrassed. He couldn't even
look at his curious daughter as he quietly said, "She'll lie over
you in the sixty nine position with her pussy at your mouth while
her sons screw her. If you lick, she'll lick you. If you don't
lick, she bites."

"Daddy, you can't be serious. This is a joke, right?"

He now looked her in the eyes, saying, "No, honey, this is no
joke. I told him he could have you, no restrictions, anything he
wants, from Friday night to Monday morning. During that time, he
owns you. I promised him we'd just watch and stay out of it, but
he wants us to be part of this party. I'm not sure exactly what
that means, but I can imagine."

Her mother said, "Tell her what you imagine, and keep in mind, I
already know what you imagine."

Bill took a deep breath then went on, "I later learned that Joe
is a hardcore swinger into all manner of kinky sex. He, his wife
Brenda, even his boys swing with them. They swing as a family,
and they are into everything: bondage, discipline, pissing games,
anal, oral, vaginal, girl-girl, boy-boy, incest. You name it,
they've done it. I didn't know that. By the time I did, I
couldn't withdraw the offer. It was a done deal. I figured your
mother would go along after I explained the situation and
together we could make you understand."

Rachel folded her arms defiantly, resolutely, and firmly said,
"Well you can't, so forget it...no way...no how...I don't DO
people, I DO homework. Right now, I have homework to do, so if
you'll excuse me, I...."

Jan cut her off, saying, "You are not excused. You stand right
there and you listen to me, young lady. Don't you tell us what
you do and don't do. We brought you into this world and that
would never have happened were it not for what Joe did. Joe is a
national hero. Yes, he's a swinger, but that does not make him a
pervert. Lots of people turn sex into a game, and many like to
turn the games into a party. The Spivys are lovely, attractive,
fun-loving people. I haven't met the boys, but Brenda raves about
them. I've seen their pictures. They are hunks, handsome hunks,
college boys, and I saw them naked and fully aroused. Any one of
those boys could be a Chip 'n Dale dancer. They are hung low and
strung tight. She says incest is best and I believe her. What
they want is a sex party. His family wants to party with our
family with you as the center of attention. If you are not
currently sexually active, it is high time you were, because WE
are going to DO the Spivys this weekend - all weekend, so get in
a party mood. The sooner the better. You have three days to
loosen up, so get sexually active and put your school work on a
shelf for the time being."

Rachel fired back, "It's up to me to decide when, where, and with
whom I become sexually active. It's my body."

Bill countered, "A body we created thanks to Joe."

Rachel replied, "I'll thank him, but not that way."

Jan said, "It's not up to you to thank him, or to determine how
he is to be repaid. Your father is thanking him. Your father is
repaying a debt. Your father will thank you. I dare say he will
be eternally grateful and make this well worth your while.
Depending on how well you serve, we may be talking about a new
car, a generous allowance, complete freedom, the freedom to bring
lovers in this house and fuck them in your own bed. That's how
complete."

"MOTHER!"

The "F" word brought that response. Jan knew it would and said,
"That's right, I said FUCK. Because of this development, you can
say fuck and do fuck. You can walk around naked and fuck anyone
you want in any room in this house. You can fuck on the dinner
table while we're having dinner. You can fuck your brains out all
night and your father will bring you breakfast in bed for you and
your stud, then kiss both of your wet genitals before departing.
If you can't see the advantages of one little act of service,
then you don't have a brain in your pretty head or a pussy
between your sexy legs. I know damn well you do. Unless I miss my
guess, a very wet one - pussy, not brain."

Rachel stood open-mouthed and stunned speechless with the image
of her father planting those kisses resulting in unconscious
thigh squeezes which did not go unnoticed, prompting Bill to add,
"I'll suck his dick for him and lick your fucked pussy."

Jan looked over and said, "That bit of vulgarity wasn't
necessary. I think she gets the picture. You don't need to act
queer to make her pussy any wetter. Her pussy is plenty wet.
Let's give her a chance to think this over. I'm sure she'll
arrive at the right decision, and do what's in her best
interests." 

Indeed, she did get the picture, but the picture was the vulgar
picture her father painted. That was a picture she couldn't have
possibly imagined in her wildest dreams, and she had some pretty
wild dreams. In many, he licked her pussy, but no way would her
Wolfhound, Nam vet, beer-drinking, ball-game-watching, all-man
daddy lick a fucked pussy. Suck a dick? Impossible. 

Christ, could he really be that grateful. He sure seemed sincere,
and her mom was like the salesperson for family swinging,
determined that there not be a party pooper, eager to get this
exciting action going, horny as all get out, anxious that this
orgy be a big success so that it kicked off a new swinging
lifestyle with a sexy daughter to serve as the centerpiece, a big
draw, a lure, sex bait. That Brenda chick sure made a big
impression on Mom, that or her Chip 'n Dale offspring.

Rachel now doubted that they were dragged into this development.
She had her doubts about the story. She'd heard or overheard all
of his Nam stories. That was one she never heard but should have.
She suspected they had been sold on family swinging by Joe and
Brenda Spivy, tried a little, and got hooked. Rachel knew nothing
about family swinging but suspected you needed a family. Without
her, they were just a couple, ordinary swingers, or swinger
wannabes. Clearly they were family swinger wannabes. Though she
had good suspicions, she wouldn't dream of calling them liars,
not that she feared their wrath. They were wrathless parents,
great parents, adoring parents, and they spoiled her to the best
of their limited ability. She would never want to embarrass them
that way.

Rachel felt like bait with a father who would be very
disappointed, but a mother who would be so pissed if the ingrate
daughter didn't go along and do well, her very best, put some
slut into it. The trouble was, Rachel wasn't a slut and was a
virgin - a technical virgin, but a real dick was what counts.
Furthermore, Rachel wasn't the swinging type, or orgy type, or
even a threesome type. She was the one man one woman type with
the right man, for ever and ever or death do they part. Although
three hung, strung, Chip 'n Dale dancers held a certain appeal
for a girl with three virgin holes. 

Fantasy was another matter, but all sorts of silliness goes on in
her head to excite her primal brain so that masturbation didn't
take up so much valuable time. A good, dumb, wicked, filthy,
dirty, nasty fantasy could cut the time in half. Throw in a chick
or a dog, five minutes later she could be back doing something
productive. Licking three Chip 'n Dale dancers while they fucked
their sexy mother, now that was a two-minute session - what
Rachel referred to as a wham, bam, thank myself session. She made
a mental note: Three Chips and a Chick. Soon, that would be
abbreviated to Chips 'n Chick, and finally to C&C. If anything,
Rachel was a model of efficiency and time management.

Lurid images swam in a sea of conflicted thought. These thoughts
pulled her this way and that with a wet pussy crying out for
attention. Even her nipples wanted attention. Body parts demanded
to be heard. Her primal brain wanted in on the debate, and her
primal brain could only grunt. Through it all, Rachel knew she
simply couldn't and tried to think of a way to ease her father's
disappointment and assuage her mother's anger. Their story was
pure bullshit, but the need to repay their kindness and
generosity wasn't. They never asked much, and now they were
begging for something that to them seemed so minor, so easy. Get
sexually active and lets party. Walk around naked and fuck your
brains out. Be a whore; we'll pay you. 

After a ponderous pause, Rachel said, "Mom, Dad, I'm sorry, but I
just can't do what you want me to do. I just can't do it. I wish
I could. I honestly wish I could, but I'm not like that. I would
ruin everything if I even tried. I'd be a miserable flop and a
total party pooper. I know a girl just as good as me who'd do it
for money. I could talk to her for you. We look so much alike,
you might get away with passing her off as me. She's a fair
actress, too. You know her. She played the role of Dorothy in The
Wizard of Oz - Christi Hardy."

Rachel could see that they were buying, weren't budging, and more
needed to be said, because they weren't talking, either, so she
kept on, "She'd probably get a big kick out of playing me at an
orgy....I know she'd like to play with me, if you know what I
mean....Hey! I could do that. If I were to go to bed with her,
she'd do it for free, in a heart beat. I could do that for you
guys. I wouldn't like it, but I could do that. Those other
things...well, I just couldn't. Trust me - If I could, I would -
and I would do my very best...but...there's just no way...that I
could, uh...do..."

Jan said, "Rachel, take off your clothes, every stitch, right
here, right now."

Indignantly, Rachel cried, "MOM!...no."

"Don't tell me no...strip."

Defiantly, she stated, "Mom, you can't make me strip."

"So help me, Rachel, I'll strip you myself. Don't make me get up.
If you don't want a few dozen orgasms this weekend, there is
something wrong with you. I want to see what it is. Now strip."

"MOM!"

"GOD DAMNIT, YOU FUCKING LITTLE BITCH! I SAID STRIP!"

The force of her anger impressed Rachel to the point that she
knew she'd be naked, either by her own effort of her mother's,
and she didn't want her mother to have to do that. Rachel began
reaching for buttons while saying, "All right, I'll strip, but
can't we go into my bedroom for this?"

"Sure, but we all go."

"That's not what I meant. I mean us girls should go."

"Get used to being naked in front of lusty admirers, and trust
me, you'd be safer going off with your father. I may have been
the obvious choice, but not a wise one."

"Gosh, Mom, now you have me worried. Tell me, why is it I'm
getting naked again?"

"Unless there's something physically wrong, you are working this
party if you just lie tied on a bed with your legs apart. The
only way you can fuck this up is by not showing up. The Spivys
don't want some whore, they want you. They'll have you if we have
to hold your fucking legs apart. If there is a functioning pussy
between those legs, there's nothing wrong with you. We'll soon
find out if that pussy of yours is in good working order."

Rachel couldn't believe this was happening, but she now believed
her parents were very serious. This thing would go down unless
she ran from it, but how could she run knowing how important this
was. How could she return on Monday? Would they even welcome her
home? Things didn't look good. 

Actually, being tied wouldn't be a bad way to get through this
ordeal. If her mom were serious, and that would be acceptable,
she could handle a few dozen orgasms that way. She was mostly
concerned with being able to perform. If all she had to do was
lie there and be used, how hard could that be. The idea took on a
stronger appeal as items of clothing fell away. By the time she
was down to bra and panties, she looked forward to being naked.
They had both seen her in bra and panties, but neither had seen
her naked since puberty. They both looked eager to see what she
had been hiding from them. Rachel knew they'd be impressed. She
couldn't decide what to reveal first.

She opted for the bra, and went for the bra when her mom said to
her dad, "Well, Bill, what would you like to see first - her tits
or her pussy, or would you like to see that cute ass of hers
first."

This told Rachel that her mom was already getting into the party
spirit. That greatly excited the girl and brought on a deep
blushing flush that reddened her face and blotched her chest.
Rachel dropped her arms and stood awaiting her father's decision.
He picked up on the party mood, sat forward, and ran his admiring
eyes over lightly concealed charms. If they weren't trying to
turn her on, they were doing a damn good job without trying. He
stroked his chin, then said, "This is a tough choice. I suppose I
should save the best for last and get a look at those nice
titties first."

Her mom said, "Excellent choice. [turning to Rachel] Let's see
those titties - slow and sexy like. We're in no hurry. We can mix
business with pleasure."

Rachel's heart pounded in her chest as she reached for the center
clasp. She unhooked, then arched her shoulders back to thrust out
her 34 D's'. She eased the right cup off first, displaying a
proud breast with an arching light-pink nipple, stiff as rubber,
a strung nipple. The sight made her father go, "Christ!"

Her mom said, "I do believe she could pop a balloon with her
nipple. Her pussy must be sopping."

Beaming with pride that was difficult to conceal, Rachel removed
the other cup, then shrugged free of the bra and let it fall.
Bare breasted in shear sexy panties, she posed with her chest
out, arms slightly back, awaiting comment or someone to throw
balloons at her chest. Again, it was her father who spoke first,
saying, "God, what a great set of tits. I knew they'd be good,
but not this good."

Jan said, "With tits like that, she could nurse her parents."

Her daddy said, "I'm all for that."

Jan said, "How about it, Rachel? Would you be willing to let your
parents nurse on you?"

On the verge of hyperventilating, Rachel could only nod. Her
mother motioned her close and pressed on a shoulder to get her to
kneel. Both parents leaned in and sucked both nipples that no one
had ever sucked before, and the shock almost made her fart.
Rachel tightened her sphincter and watched her mommy and daddy
nurse. They seemed to be getting milk. She now kicked herself for
the many times she drew the line at nipple sucking for fear that
would lead to pussy sucking, which would, of course, lead to
sexual intercourse. She also knew she had been right.

Shy and timid at first, Rachel warmed quickly to parent nursing.
She placed her hands behind her back, thrust her chest out, and
watched each try to out-do the other in breast stimulation. They
both had good technique, but her mother knew best how to mouth a
girl's tittie. They also ran their hands over her body and seemed
to take turns checking to see how wet her panties were getting.
They soon had her soggy drawers plastered to her cunt, stuck in
her cunt, and wedged in her ass crack.

After ten minutes of absolute bliss, they eased off, sat back,
and had her return to her feet on legs that could barely hold her
up. She stood like a newborn gazelle, trying to refit her panties
while they returned to discussing her tits. Her mom said, "I
think she has enough tittie to fuck. Rachel, press those mini
hooters together. See if you can make a tittie cunt."

God, tittie cunt. Her mother actually used the term cunt in a
sentence, and mini hooters. That was cute - mini hooters - mini
hooters that make a tittie cunt. There was so much more to sex
than Rachel ever imagined. Rachel could now see her body as being
more than a biological instrument for procreation. In a way, her
body was like an amusement park with fun rides and attractions,
not the least of which was Tittieland and the twin peaks of
Hooterville.

Rachel pressed her mini-hooters in from the sides, trying not to
cover the nipples while doing so. Indeed, there was enough to
fuck. Daddy said so. Mom agreed. Rachel looked down at the tunnel
she formed, trying to imagine a cock head that kept poking
through until it squirted her in the face. Nasty swingers would
like that. If she were tied spread eagled on a bed, her mom could
form the tunnel for the guys. Five guys cumming in her face.
Rachel could only imagine the mess that would make. She'd better
get a car.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her mother saying, "Turn around.
Let's see that ass."

Rachel faced away, hooked her thumbs in the waist band and eased
the edge past the twin alabaster moons of Assland, hearing her
dad cry out, "Good lord, what an ass!"

And her mom say, "Now don't you wish we had kept up the
bare-bottom spanking?"

"It wasn't my idea to stop."

Rachel thought, "It wasn't mine, either."

Her mom said, "Bill, she was very impudent with me just a while
ago. Are you going to let her get away with that? I would feel
much better if those luscious moons were a nice red hue, not too
red, sort of a bright pink, just enough to remind her of who
she's talking to in the future."

Rachel began her rapid breathing in anticipation of the spanking
that would produce such a lovely hue. She heard her father
getting up while saying, "You're absolutely right, Dear. One
bright pink fanny coming right up."

Rachel assumed the position with her hands braced on her knees,
and then there came slap after slap all over her fanny, spaced
between fondling feels. Clearly, he spanked something he
treasured and held in reverence. Rachel wished he'd slap harder
and spend less time worshiping her ass and trying to get a peek
at her asshole. She was afraid if he got a good look, he'd kneel,
kiss it, and ruin the effect of a discipline session just as they
were re-instituting the practice of spanking as an amusement.
Then again, his way was nothing more than an excuse to feel her
up in a way that entertained her masturbating mom.

MASTURBATING MOM! 

Was she really masturbating? Rachel had to know for sure. She
peeked back through her armpit. Oh my God, she is! Legs hung over
the arms of her chair, wide beaver, both hands working in a
shaved cunt, telling the spanker what to spank and feel. Daddy
got his hand wet, and didn't get a good look at the asshole
because his fingers were in the way. 

Rachel decided that they knew best how to spank a girl for no
good reason. She held the bent-over pose and took her discipline
like a naughty girl while peeking back at her mother, checking
out that exciting action while Daddy made her entire ass wet and
red between checking her anal oil level with his finger dip
stick. He would then scoop up a handful of slimy slit sauce and
deliver a wet smack. He'd smear that in, check the oil, bring
down more juice, scoop, smack, then start the process all over
again. In the process, he had worked her panties to mid thigh.
They would have gone lower but her stance was too wide.

Rachel was nearing a climax when her mother said, "That's enough,
Bill. Okay, Rachel, pull the panties back up and face us. You're
begging for a belt."

Rachel did so, but sorta wanted to try the belt. Once again
facing the folks, her mom said to her dad, "Are you ready to see
this girl's pussy?"

He had already seen it, felt it, and fingered it. Rachel could
only assume her mother meant from the front, which compared to
the rear view was no big deal unless you're into pubic hair. He
took his seat saying, "You bet. I've been dying to see her pussy
for years. I hope I don't cum in my pants."

"So do I. That would be such a waste when there is such a sexy
pussy to cum in. Then again, we need to save her sexy pussy for
Joe and his three sons to cum in. We can't have you wearing it
out with that big cock of yours. You could cum on her pussy if
you want. Would you like that?"

This lewd banter was shear torture. Rachel thought she'd be
pulling the panties down right away and had readied for the
order, getting her thumbs hooked at each side, even pushing down
until the pubic hair showed over the waistband with the stretched
elastic band just at the start of the crack. She looked eager to
showoff her sexy pussy while trying hard not to stare at her
mother's sexy pussy. She, too, was showing off and still
masturbating - unreal - totally shameless. Rachel wondered if she
could ever bring herself to masturbate with someone watching, or
do it as casually as her mother did. Rachel was also eager to
hear more of this lewd banter which was clearly designed to
arouse her passions to a boil. 

The banter clued Rachel that her father would also be fucking
her, and informed her that they would all be cumming in her
pussy. Rachel assumed they'd all be wearing condoms. This was big
news, undeniably erotic news. Her own daddy, cumming inside her
pussy. Rachel never fantasized fucking with a sheathed cock. Hers
were always big cum gushers who pumped copious wads of hot, thick
cum into her fertile pussy while she begged for more and used her
tight pussy to milk out every drop with a womb that sucked in
passing sperm. Her mom hit major pay dirt with that bit of
banter. Lucky guess or calculated strategy. Did all girls think
like that? Did all girls dream of getting pregnant by their
daddy? Rachel waited, eager to hear more.

Her father said, "I'd love to cream her cunt, but could I cum
inside the slit?"

"Sure, why not. If you'd like, squirt some sperm up her fuck
hole. I see no harm. If she gets pregnant, we'll be aborting
anyway."

"Great! I can't wait. I hope I knock her up. That would be
fantastic."

Rachel's ears burned, her clit throbbed, her nipples ached, and
she could feel her womb sucking. They were killing her and seemed
to know her thoughts when she masturbated. If they next began
talking about breeding her to a mutt, she was a goner. She'd be
masturbating for sure, on her back, writhing like a slut. How
embarrassing. Rachel prayed, "Please don't bring up the mutts. I
beg you. Spare me that. Leave me with one ounce of dignity.
Mommy, please, no mutts, please!"

Jan addressed Rachel, saying, "Take off the panties, Rachel. Just
slide them on down and step free."

Rachel did that, then stood straight, showing all. Both parents
leaned forward and in for a close look between her legs. Jan
tapped the inside of Rachel's left leg to get her into a wider
stance. Rachel assumed the stance, placing her feet eighteen
inches apart. That wasn't enough. A yard apart was enough, and
she had to move in closer, bow her knees out, tilt her pelvis up,
and hold that vulgar position while her parents conducted a
physical exam, an exam that revealed the absence of a hymen as
fingers went easily in to the palm, two at a time.

The exam was maddening - a lewd, crude, dual-parent, finger
fucking - a bit more than Rachel had braced herself for. Fingers
went up her cunt, up her ass, and fondled her breasts. They also
sucked her, front and rear, both tits, licking here, there, and
everywhere. At one point, she had her mother's tongue up her
pussy with her father's tongue up her ass and they were dueling
with their tongues inside her body, getting a big kick out of
Frenching in Rachel. Placing Pussyland right next to Assland was
a brilliant idea. God was so smart, a playful deity, smarter than
Walt Disney even. Rachel absolutely loved Frenching in Rachel.

She didn't think they were capable of doing what they were doing
to her, or saying the things they were saying about her. They
were already treating her like a slut, speculating as to how many
guys she had fucked, and who they knew who probably fucked her,
and all the men they knew who wanted to fuck her, and which ones
they could invite to fuck her, how much fun it will be to watch
her get fucked, and why abort. She'd look so cute pregnant.

Rachel didn't feel like correcting their impressions or their
plans for her, not even the plans to get her pregnant for the fun
of it. She felt like a slut who wouldn't need to be tied after
all. In fact, she wanted the freedom to move. She was doing quite
a bit of moving trying to get off on fingers that kept switching
around - maddening - frustrating - like trying to change a flat
tire on a moving car. 

The effort made her look like a slut which greatly amused her
parents who now knew she'd work out just fine. They were no
longer worried. Furthermore, they could make Rachel work any
party or do anything to anybody by Frenching in Rachel. They knew
how to work her. She'd be whatever they wanted her to be, and
that pleased them greatly, for they had big plans for their sexy
daughter and less than two years to use her to the fullest. No
time to waste. They had wasted so much already.

Rachel felt fucked, but didn't care. She might later, but at that
particular moment, all nasty plans sounded great to her,
especially the pregnant plans. She just wished that one plan was
to make her cum. She needed that so badly, but that didn't seem
to be part of the plan. Rachel thought acting slutty and won-over
might win her a climactic reward, but that didn't work. That
amused them but brought her no closer to climax. Finally, in
exasperation after a lengthy Frenching in Rachel session, she
dropped to her knees and fell forward, hanging onto the arms of
both chairs with her head hung between them, panting. Frenching
in Rachel was diabolical.

After a moment, her mother's wet hand lifted Rachel's head by the
chin. There was her mother's smiling wet face saying, "You'll be
a good girl and work the party the way we want you to work it,
won't you?"

"Yes, but I want you to know I'll be fertile. I may be fertile,
now."

"We want you fertile, or did you think we were kidding?"

"No, I belive you. I'll produce the egg; you supply the sperm. If
I don't get knocked up, it won't be because I didn't try."

"That's all we ask, now climb up and get on Mommy's lap. We need
to have a little talk."

Rachel took a deep breath and wondered what this was all about.
She got up with her father's help, and was laid in her mother's
lap with his help. Rachel felt silly, being cradled like a big
baby, lying sideways with her legs draped over the left arm of
the chair. Her father parted her legs wide, then took his seat
with an excellent view, a super beaver.

Jan's left hand went into that beaver and began a light stroking
of the slimy slit, pausing each time at the top to toy with the
clit. The right hand came from under the back to cup the right
breast. This felt very odd, nice, but odd in a lesbian sort of
way. Then again, her mother had been using her pussy in a lesbian
sort of way and still was, so this wasn't that unexpected. That
her mother lusted after her was glaringly apparent. She took
incest is best to heart. She wasn't going to hide that lust any
longer. They would be involved in a lesbian relationship whether
Rachel wanted one or not. Rachel thought it best not to fight it
and simply go with it. The idea was not repugnant and was
somewhat intriguing. Her mother was a beautiful, clean, sexy lady
with a very sexy pussy. Licking her pussy wouldn't be so bad.

When the kiss came, Rachel went into it with an open mouth and
offered a lesbian lover's kiss, which was a kiss that showed two
females what they would do to each other's cunts. Jan was
pleasantly surprised by Rachel's willingness to engage in this
type of kiss with her. She expected a hesitant kiss, rather
stiff, with resistance to a tongue's entry. Rachel's silky soft
tongue was the first to enter and it went deep and began licking
the entire inside of the mouth. Jan opened her mouth wide as
though spreading her legs wide. Rachel licked the back of her
mother's throat, sucked the tongue like a clit, licked over the
lips like labia lips, then returned to more deep licking in the
cunt of her mother's mouth like she would the mouth of her
mother's cunt.

Jan rewarded this effort with a two-finger fucking of Rachel's
pussy. She also demonstrated to Rachel what she could do to a
cunt that she hadn't already demonstrated between Rachel's legs,
which wasn't much. Rachel already knew her mom could suck a mean
cunt and had a long, talented tongue. Still, had she a better
beaver, she could have done better. Rachel made her a better
beaver with her mouth. That was much better. Rachel simply had to
make her mom a better real beaver.

Rachel couldn't wait to try this with real cunts. Bill couldn't
wait to see that, but contented himself with jacking off while
feeling up Rachel's legs, determined to hold off so he could cum
inside her pussy. He assumed that Jan was serious. She looked
serious. He wasn't expecting this lesbian development. He didn't
know she was bisexual, at least, not this bisexual. For all he
knew, Rachel was her first, though they both looked like they'd
done this sort of thing quite a bit. Sure looked like it. In
fact, they looked like lesbians. He wasn't sure he'd be getting
any pussy. Maybe once a female discovers that she's a lesbian,
they lose all interest in dicks. Bummer.

His fears were completely unfounded. All women are part lesbian.
They all know how to do THE kiss. They would all suck cunt if it
didn't strain their backs. They are more than happy to help each
other out. "Eat your pussy? Sure, if you'll eat mine."
Sixty-nine. That's why they all have head at one end and pussy at
the other. Females are built to help each other out, and that
explains why they always go to the bathroom in pairs.

When THE kiss ended, Jan looked to Bill wearing a wet grin. She
said, "Would you like to fuck her?" Bill nodded wearing a stupid
grin that went well with a stupid question. Jan said, "Help her
up. Let's get her into the bedroom. I'll see if I can't get her
in the mood to put out for her father. You just be ready when she
begs."

Rachel was ready to beg after seeing her father's bobbing cock.
She knew he was big, but not that big. He looked like a real cum
gusher, a virgin splitter, a womb hoser. A dick like that could
get a girl pregnant by rubbing up against her. She estimated ten
inches as thick as a baby's forearm, full of bulging veins, a
very muscular, masculine cock. Fortunately, the head wasn't any
bigger than the shaft and wasn't very blunt, more torpedo shaped.
She could handle that cock, but the length was about at her
limit. A little bit thicker and two inches longer, her daddy
would have the cock of her dreams. The cock of her dreams hurt
and stretched a girl's pussy, making an extremely snug fit so the
sperm would have no place to go but into the womb.

Bill carried Rachel in his arms with his dick wedged in the crack
of her ass, the firm rubbery head pressing right against her
loosened asshole. That had to be accidental or he had a
prehensile penis with eyesight. With each step, more of her
weight rested on the head of his dick. That was not accidental;
that was opportunistic. Rachel had to clench her asshole to
prevent entry, but halfway to the bedroom she thought, "Why am I
doing that?" Three steps later, she wasn't. One step more and she
had four inches of cock up her ass, being carried by a grinning
father.

Rachel looked into his smiling face as another inch went in. She
said, "Daddy, don't drop me."

"Daddy has you. I'm holding you in three places, Precious."

"I know. Just don't make it one."

From behind them, they heard, "Bill, is your cock up her ass?"

"A little bit."

"Why you nasty fucker...and you little slut. I didn't hear a
whimper out of you."

Rachel laughed and said, "I never do."

"You little whore." Arriving at the bed, Jan added, "Wait, Bill.
Hold her. I want to see this."

Bill turned to face Jan as she got to her knees and exclaimed,
"Christ, this little butt slut has more than half your cock up
her ass."

"I know. Pretty sight, ain't it."

"Yes, it is, but not as good as this sexy pussy drooling slut
slobber on your cock. Ummmmmm..."

Rachel felt her mother's tongue make repeated swipes through the
slit. That marvelous sensation together with the dick throbbing
in her colon made the sexually molested daughter swoon and go
totally limp. Jan kept up the oral assault as Bill jockeyed
Rachel around so that her back was to his chest and he held her
up and open by the backs of her thighs. In this sitting position,
he could move her on his cock while presenting her mother with a
beaver to work on. Being sexually molested by a team was the only
way to go.

Rachel now had seven inches of cock working in her ass with her
mother devouring the pussy the way she kisses. Rachel watched
this sight and never saw anything that wonderful between her
legs. Her mother's face and her pussy were a match made in
Heaven. As for the cock in her ass, that was beginning to cause
cramps. Still, even with the cramps, that much cock up her ass
felt fantastic, and she had never given much thought to ass
fucking, assuming she probably wouldn't like a cudgel in the
rump, and assuming that the type of man she'd marry wouldn't be
into that sort of thing. She also assumed that incest was worst.
So much for assumptions.

Bill and Jan had Rachel writhing and squirming, headed straight
for a monster orgasm when Jan eased her mouth off to say, "She'll
be begging any minute, now. When she does, lay her on the bed on
her back. I want to guide you in."

Jan returned to mouthing Rachel's excited sex organ. One minute
later, Rachel cried, "I wanna get fucked! Please, somebody fuck
me and cum in my pussy!"

Smiling, Jan got up and said to Bill, "I guess you'll do, but lay
her out and go wash your dick. We can't risk a nasty infection
this close to Friday. I'll keep her motor running."

Bill laid Rachel out while Jan quickly got naked. As soon as Bill
walked away, Jan was getting over Rachel in reverse. Rachel soon
had her field of vision filled with a shaved pussy, descending.
When her mother's mouth engulfed her cunt, Rachel took a deep
breath and returned the favor. After a few seconds, Rachel
thought, "Not bad. Don't smell bad either. Damn, this cunt
sucking thing ain't bad at all. Mummm, yummy mummy. Take your
time, Daddy."

Bill returned with a squeaky clean cock all jellied up with KY
jelly, ready to fuck a tight daughter. The sight of them chowing
down on each other froze him. Once again, unfounded fears
returned, now worse. They really were lesbians, and Rachel was as
bad as Jan.

Jan caught sight of Bill stroking his dick and rolled off,
saying, "Daddy's here, Precious. Make him a nice beaver and he'll
make you a nice baby."

Bill thought while seeing the spread Rachel eagerly made, "Now
that's more like it."

That was a welcome-Daddy spread if there ever was one with the
wife making it better by framing the sexy pussy with her hands,
exposing the pristine hole with fingers, and saying, "Fuck her
good, Bill. This is fertile pussy. Make it count. I want to see a
big belly on this child, so use both balls and lets make a set of
twins."

Bill knelt and allowed Jan to guide. He pushed and entered the
pussy easier than he had entered the asshole because that was one
slick pussy and he was using one slick dick. He went on in to the
balls because nothing indicated that he shouldn't. When he
bottomed out, that's when Rachel groaned. He was a little bit
bigger than he looked.

Rachel adjusted quickly and soon took over most of the fucking.
He was far too slow to suit her tastes and was satisfied with
shorter strokes. Rachel liked a full stroke, so full that she
often lost the dick. When that happened, her mom helped out. 

Rachel was quite the energetic, limber fuck, and her daddy
couldn't take too much of that. Even counting backward from a
hundred by threes, he was losing the battle. When it was clear
his battle was lost, Rachel wrapped her legs around him and rode
him like a monkey in heat with a mount who had a banana party to
get to. Her mount wasn't going anywhere until she got every drop
out of him. Even then, she clung tightly, wanting to soak with a
good plug.

Needless to say, both parents were pleased. This was the daughter
they wanted, a clinging cum sucker. In their best-case scenario,
they still saw Rachel giving them a hard time about getting
pregnant. In their wildest dreams they never imagined a daughter
who was into that more than they were, or one who wanted to carry
the little bastard to term. She received high praise from both
parents and was very proud of herself. She clung tighter and
received even more praise. Her mother inserted two fingers up her
ass and used them to massage the womb, asking if that helped.
Rachel said, "Oh, yes, do that some more. I can feel my womb
sucking the sperm in."

Jan said, "We can't get enough sperm in this womb, can we?"

"No, especially not now. With any luck, I'll be good and pregnant
by Monday - hopefully by Daddy."

Bill and Jan smiled to each other. Jan then looked to Rachel and
said, "Sweetheart, we have a confession to make. I'm afraid we
told you a little white lie. I hope you won't be angry."

"Did it help get me in this position?"

"Yes. The lie was instrumental."

"Will that lie get me pregnant?"

"It's a pretty safe bet. Without that lie, you'd still be a
virgin."

"You knew I was a virgin?"

"I wasn't positive, but I would have bet the house on it, yes.
You've been fucking yourself with something, though. I'm curious.
What was it?"

"Cucumbers."

"Good choice. You obviously knew who the biggest threat to your
virginity was."

"Threat? I had to use a cuke so I could pretend it was Daddy
fucking me. I'm into realism."

Bill said, "Then why didn't you come to me? There's nothing
realer than what hangs between my legs, Precious."

"I didn't want you to know I masturbated, and I thought you'd get
upset if I used your dick to do it."

"I would have closed my eyes."

"You would have peeked and realized I was fucking you. I didn't
want to get a spanking. [they laughed] Mom, what was the lie? Not
that it matters, I'm just curious."

"Joe Spivy is the man your father saved to win the Silver Star.
Turns out he's a homosexual preacher and wanted to pay your
father back. He spent all weekend sucking your father off. When
he saw your picture he said, nice."

"Little white lie, huh?"

"Well, it got you here."

"No Chip 'n Dale dancers?"

"I'm afraid not."

"No mommy I can suck."

"You can suck me."

"Will I at least get spanked when I'm naughty?"

"Absolutely."

Rachel lay there under that delightful womb massage, thinking.
After a few thoughts, she said, "Well, at least you won't be
mating me to mutts to amuse perverts...or will you?"

Jan looked to Bill, Bill to Jan. The thought obviously hadn't
crossed their minds, or that a thought like that could cross
Rachel's mind. Seconds later, Jan looked to Rachel and said, "Of
course we will."

"Oh great. I had to open my big mouth."

"Sorry, Rachel, but we are perverts. We didn't know until last
weekend. Turns out we had the exact same fantasies regarding you.
We both wanted you naked in our bed. We both wanted you pregnant.
We both want a slut. What a coincidence, huh."

"I'll say. So you put your heads together and concocted this orgy
thing."

"That was to throw all kinds of sexual things at you to see what
you respond to. We forgot to mention the mutts and the dwarfs."

"You guys are something else. I can't believe you're actually
going to mate me to dogs and invite people over to watch. That is
so perverted. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if you placed a
hideous dog collar on me with a tag that read, BITCH."

"You'll believe it when I help the doggie onto your back and your
Daddy guides the doggie's dick into your bitch pussy."

Bill quickly said, "Hold on, there. I'll lift the mutt, you guide
his cock."

"Fine, you lift, I'll guide, but we must get this bitch mated and
it's going to take both of us. You know how she hates being bred
like a bitch before a large crowd."

Rachel added, "Right, I'll need to be bound good. Don't forget
that."

Jan said, "Absolutely. We can't have you trying to crawl away
while we're trying to get you hung up. Anything else?"

"Yes, whatever you do, don't make me suck on one. That's gross."

Jan looked to Bill and said, "Make a note, Bill."

"Right. Stick a mutt cock in her mouth."

Rachel made a disgusted face and said, "You sneaky perverts. You
tricked me again."

Her mom said, "One would think you'd learn. How's that sperm
sucking coming along?"

"A little more, please. Are you getting tired?"

"No, not at all. If it'll help get you pregnant, I'll switch
hands when I get too tired."

"How about you, Daddy. Are you getting tired?"

He said, "Tired of being balls-deep in my little princess? Not
hardly."

"That's good, because I sure like having your cock in my
cunt...oops, I said a naughty word - two of them. I'll get the
belt for sure...won't I?"

Bill looked to Jan; Jan looked to Bill; Bill looked to Rachel and
said, "You're going to get the belt, young lady."

"Oh FUCK! Not the mother fucking belt!"

"The belt!"

"Boy, it sure doesn't pay to provoke perverted parents. I had
best be a very good slut from now on, huh."

The parents smiled - nodded and smiled. Rachel then said, "Now,
can we discuss that car, the generous allowance, and breakfast in
bed with cock sucking and fucked pussy licking. I want it all,
and I must have a convertible, a red one. A used Miata would
suffice if it's not too used. Twenty a week should be plenty, and
suck my lover to orgasm, but you don't have to swallow. Just let
me see the cum in your mouth and then you can go. Of course, do
me first and then do him."

Bill and Jan now had to go someplace and talk. She pulled out,
then he pulled out. They excused themselves. Ten minutes later,
they returned. Rachel turned off the fuck video she was watching
and stopped fucking herself with her mother's dildo but kept it
moving. "Well?"

Jan said, "You drive a hard bargain, a bit too hard for my
tastes."

"I'm worth a lot more. I've thought this over and my position is
a take or leave it one."

"In that case, we'll need more time. Excuse us."

"Take all the time you want. I'm comfy."

As they backed out, the TV went back on and the dildo hummed to
life. She resumed a good fucking stroke while they were still
watching. In the hall, Bill said, "She's right, Jan, she's worth
a hell of a lot more. We're asking an awful lot, and she's
willing to give more than we ever dreamed. Christ, Jan, she'll do
dogs."

"I know, but she's getting what she wants, too. We have to come
up with the mutts and find her a crowd. How are we going to do
that, lure mutts off the street, place an ad in the classifieds,
post fliers throughout the neighborhood? Come see us mate our
bitch daughter."

"I'm sure we can get the mutts, and I know I could round up some
guys who'd pay to see it."

"What bothers me is us being in the position of buying her
services. She should be willing to serve for free. For what she
wants, she should pay us. Christ, a Miata and twenty a week. That
is one expensive little whore."

"I have to suck cocks. The money ain't shit. We were going to buy
her a car anyway and up her allowance to ten a week. I have to
suck cock, Jan."

"And you're way too willing. That's what worries me."

"Don't rub it in. I'm just over my hang-up. Sucking a dick is no
big deal, that's all. Come on, let's go kiss her ass and seal
this deal."

"No, I don't want it this way. She's already acting like her shit
don't stink. A week from now, she'll be impossible. I say we jerk
a knot in her tail and tell her to forget the whole thing. I'd
like to yank that dildo out of her and send her on her way."

"NO! That'll ruin everything. We did it, Jan, we pulled it off,
better than we ever dreamed. If you do that it'll ruin
everything."

"If I don't know my daughter, you're right, it will. If I don't
know her, perhaps that's best. This will end up being a disaster
and she will have us to blame. If I do know my daughter, she'll
break before she gets past the bedroom threshold. She'll take
whatever she can get and bear her share of the responsibility. In
any event, she'll be an equal player or we simply won't play."

"I don't like it."

"I know you don't because you don't know her. I would think you
had learned your lesson. I would think you had learned to trust
my judgement. I got her on that bed, and I can keep her on that
bed on our terms."

"We have it all, Jan. Why risk it?"

"Bill, you are as transparent as ice. You're worried about losing
your cocks. You want that suck job so bad you can taste it. Look,
she loves a cock sucking daddy, and I love a cock sucking
husband. You have nothing to hide from us. Be open about it, and
between Rachel and I, we'll see that you get plenty of yummy
cocks to suck on. You can have all the cum you want. You can lick
it off our legs and from our cunts. Feeding you cum will be pure
bliss, so swallow your pride so you can swallow some cum. I know
you're not queer, but you are a cock sucker. Now, look me in the
eyes and admit that you're a cock sucker...in the eyes,
Bill...now!"

Bill slowly looked into her eyes and said, "All right, I'm a cock
sucker."

"Damn right you are, and a damn good one, too. You'd make any
queer green with envy. I doubt many queers have sucked off a
platoon of Wolfhounds."

"It was a squad, not a platoon. There's a big difference."

"I know the difference. I fucked a platoon, the whole third
platoon, and every damn one told me he got at least one blow job
from you. Be a proud cock sucker. You sucked off a platoon. Wear
the T-shirt."

"Well, for your information, you fucked what was left of third
platoon, which is roughly a squad. You fucked fifteen. A platoon
is forty-four - forty-five if you count the platoon leader."

"Bite me, Bill. If we go to another Wolfhound reunion together,
I'm fucking every Wolfhound including the god damn mascot. How
many is that - two hundred - three hundred?"

"Are you serious? You'd fuck a real Wolfhound?"

"Yes, and give you thirty minutes to draw a crowd."

"She won't like that, but I can sure draw you a crowd if you're
going to fuck the bitch."

"Asshole. We've been gone long enough. Let's go in there and let
me handle our little bitch."

"You'd really fuck a Wolfhound, huh...you think you know a
bitch."

"Fuck you, faggot."

They marched in, surprising Rachel that they'd be marching. Her
mom marched right over, yanked the dildo out, took her by the
wrist, and dragged her off the bed, saying, "No deal. If you
don't want to play with us; we don't want to play with you; go do
your homework."

Rachel stood stunned. She looked to her dad, and he added, "You
heard your mother. Go on, get, and get dressed. I don't even want
to look at you if this is the way you're going to be....Go on.
Get out of here."

On the verge of tears, lips quivering, Rachel made her way to the
door then burst into tears when she got her hand on the knob. She
turned and sobbed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it to come out that
way."

Jan came over and took Rachel in a hug, saying, "Well, it did,
and you hurt our feelings."

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I never meant to hurt anybody's feelings. I
just want you guys to love me."

"Yes, for money. Do you know what they call a person like that?"

"Yeah, a dumb whore. I am so stupid. I just want a neat car, and
I need more money if I have a car, and that thing Daddy said
super turned me on, and I got to thinking about all those things
and a way to get them..."

"And you went for it. Good try, no cookie. What now?"

"I'll be good, any way you want me."

"We want you pregnant."

"Yes, I know. I do too."

"We want a slut, a shameless slut."

"I am a slut, totally shameless. I want to stay naked and fuck my
brains out. You can watch me masturbate and even fuck myself.
Invite people to watch."

"Can we take pictures and videos?"

"Sure, all you want. I'll make beavers, vulgar beavers right in
front of the lens. Shave my cunt. I'll fuck all the guys you
want, any way you want, three at a time if you want. I'll do
chicks and dogs and dwarfs and apes. I'll put a snake up my ass,
a frog in my cunt, and suck off a pony while frigging my clit. I
don't care who sees the videos. You can publish the pictures and
distribute the videos. If it's a porn star you want, I'm your
girl."

"Excellent. That is what we want. Now, your father has a request.
He is very fond of sperm and cocks. He'd like you to lure some
here. Could you do that for your daddy?"

"Sure, I'd love to. Lots of guys wanna fuck me. I can get Daddy
all the sperm and young cock he wants, even grown men if he likes
them, too."


"He likes all kinds, but is especially fond of the young, hung,
and strung."

"No problem. The football team is full of those."

Jan turned to Bill and said, "There, happy now?"

Bill was a little red but smiling. Rachel came over and embraced
him. She looked up and said, "You're not still mad are you?"

"No, Precious. I was never mad, just hurt."

"I'm so sorry, Daddy. I will be a very good girl from now on, and
it's all free. I'll be your slut, not your whore."

"What color Miata did you want?"

Surprised, she said, "Any color, but red will go good with the
porch light."

They all had a good laugh and shared a group hug, then onto the
bed they fell, still laughing. 

Don't you just love a happy ending?

                                   The Happy Ending
                                   
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