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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Give the Women Their Way
Date: Thu, 26 Apr 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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                         Give the Women Their Way
                            By: Phil Phantom
                          HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

I never thought I'd get a hardon watching my wife fuck another
man, but I had never seen her fuck another man before. The one
she was fucking had a cock that dwarfed my six thin inches. That
was a true cock. A true cock made a big difference in the way she
responds to getting fucked. I noticed that she fucked a true cock
without a true condom, trying like hell to get that true cock to
cum in her fertile pussy. That was the true shock, for she always
swore that if she ever did cheat, she would make damn sure the
fucker wore a condom, not just to protect us from infectious
disease, but to insure against an unwanted pregnancy, as we do
not believe in the abortion method of birth control. We believe
in condoms, preach condoms, and swear by condoms. Either she made
an exception, or he didn't believe in them.

She finally caught sight of me standing in the open bedroom
doorway. I saw the sudden awareness in her eyes, but her eyes
soon rested on my tented crotch. She saw that trouser tent and
relaxed, or decided that busted was busted and relaxed. Maybe she
thought, "Oh, it's only him." She could see that I wasn't going
to stop it, so she returned her attention to her lover, seeming
to put me out of her mind, but then I saw her left leg move far
out to the side to offer me a better view, not that I needed one.
I could see quite well that he had a very large cock and wasn't
wearing a condom.

Whether that was to shock me, shame me, excite me, or tell me
something else, I wasn't sure, but her doing that had a profound
affect on my dick. I wanted to take out my Wee Willy and play
with it, but I just stood there watching my wife make passionate
love to this guy. 

I knew the guy and knew this would eventually happen. He was a
neighbor who stopped by often to flirt openly with my wife, which
used to make me terribly uncomfortable, though she rather enjoyed
the attention, even if our three kids heard or saw things they
shouldn't. Though often crude and blunt, his flirtations were
always sexually flattering and showed the children how much a man
other than their father wanted her. Barbara needed to be reminded
that she was still sexually desirable. She was beginning to
notice the aging process at work on her perfect bod, seeing
changes no one else would notice, certainly not a guy likeCliff.

It all looked good to Cliff. The man was incapable of
complementing something without touching it, and he complimented
everything on Barbara. Although that embarrassed me, she didn't
seem to mind. He could touch her the way I couldn't if children
were present. She never scolded him for grabbing her crotch,
squeezing a tit, or groping her ass under her skirt. The most
she'd do is go, "Cliff, stop that. You embarrass me. I swear, you
are the horniest man I ever met." With me, she'd slap my hands
away and shout, "Damnit, Robby, not in front of the kids. I am
not something to grope and paw like some low-rent streetwalker."

With him, she was. She might tell him to stop, but it was obvious
she didn't mean it, and she never forced the issue, or evicted a
hand from an intimate place, and if he got in under her panties,
as was often the case, and remarked on how wet or slick or hot or
tight she was, she took that as a compliment and said thank you.
If he remarked on how horny she felt, she might say that a man's
hand between her legs tends to have that affect on her, or if
getting fingered, standing or seated on his lap, she might
comment on how manly his hands were or how sexy his fingers felt.
Those seeing and hearing that knew those two were destined to
fuck. 

I was not surprised to see them fucking, or to know they went
there to fuck with three kids in the house and didn't even bother
locking the door. A year ago, I would say, that can't be my wife.
A month ago, I might say, damn, is that my wife. A week ago, I
would have no doubt without opening the door, just by hearing her
talk. The kids didn't need to see to know what the fuck was going
on in there. The fuckers were talking and fucking and talking
like fuckers. I had to run three kids off so that I could open
the door and not be surprised. 

We have two boys and a girl - boys ten and twelve, girl fourteen
- sex fiends all, and they all had their ears pressed to the door
getting an earful, with twelve-year-old Richard getting an eyeful
down his sister's blouse. I noticed that Effie had no bra on and
seemed aware that she had an admirer. She had to be. His nose was
in her cleavage. He had unbuttoned all but the last two buttons.
She had to notice, although seeing Effie prance around naked was
now a common sight.

Common though it was, there is nothing common about Epiphania.
[her mother's favorite name for a girl, though everyone calls her
Effie, mostly because Effie can't stand the name Epiphania but
loves Effie. When she hears Epiphania, she knows she's in
trouble, and that might explain why she hates the name.] When you
see that girl with no clothes on, no matter how many times you
see it, you think, "Jesus Christ, Effie's naked!" I have never
seen a female look so naked with no clothes on, or anyone that
young look so female from any angle. 

Cliff and his relentless pursuit of her sexy mother put a set of
horns on Effie that I had never noticed, although her brothers
have never let her forget that she's a girl. Effie has always had
a sibling fan club, and for most of their existence she has
lobbied to get them neutered. Now, sex and looking sexy was the
be all and end all of her existence. Their puny peters and pink
nuts are her personal property that she likes to wash, blow-dry,
decorate, and use as meters of sexyness. She doesn't stand before
a mirror; she stands before a boy. Totally naked was totally
sexy, and I totally agree if we are talking Effie, but for most
females, a little something over nothing is sexier than nothing
over stark fucking naked. 

Effie wears her flawless skin like fine underwear. The first
thing she did was stop wearing underwear. I noticed the missing
bra right away, but didn't notice the absence of panties until
she forgot and did a cartwheel in a dress. I should say,
pretended to forget. That was the most blatant act of vaginal
exhibitionism I ever saw. When I mentioned this to Barbara, she
shrugged it off as girls being girls. "They get that way. It's
just a stage. Relax and enjoy it," she says, "because she'll grow
out of it, and she'll never be cuter."

Cute! What I saw flash by my face wasn't cute. That flying beaver
was bright pink and terribly wet, shaved of all pubic hair, and I
knew she had some the night before. I also knew who inspired the
shave - her shaved mother, and her mother shaved because Cliff
loved denuded pussy, or putting it in Cliff's terms: bald cunts.
Cliff had to love Effie's bald cunt, but a true cock would kill
that girl. I wasn't too sure that her mother wouldn't watch her
die, then say, "Dying while getting fucked is just a phase they
go through. Relax and enjoy it while it lasts. She'll never be
this fuckable as long as she lives."

Fucking was to die for, and Effie wanted to die, but puny peters
and dry nuts  weren't going to kill her. As Barbara says, "What's
the harm?" When I stumbled upon my sons fucking my daughter I was
to pretend they were playing nicely, no big deal, siblings
getting along. I'll say they were getting along, like a whore and
two sailors. 

I knew Barbara was in the mood to cheat. When she turned
thirty-four, she told me that if the right guy came along and
said the right things at the right time, she was going for it.
None did, or none she wanted did. There were a few close calls,
but no one said the magic words. She kept making the threat, but
I think it was more to convince herself that she would cheat.
When she turned thirty-five, she told me she would take a lover
if the right man came along. The right man was a hung stud that
could fuck. 

She put me on notice, then Cliff comes along, but he wasn't
exactly what she had in mind. He talked a good line, but her stud
wouldn't talk, he'd just do it - and be younger, with more hair,
be terribly handsome, and be head-over-heels in-love with her and
know the magic words: I love you. Cliff would only say the magic
words to a mirror or to his crotch, or he'd add a word and fuck
it up, as in, "I'd love to fuck you." 

He persisted and she gradually warmed to him, mostly because
nothing better came along, and she simply had to take a lover -
had to. You can only threaten to do it so much before you have
to, or have to hire someone to fuck you, or get a male dog and
hang a pork chop on your back. Barbara doesn't tease well or
appreciate dog and pork chop jokes. That ain't funny.

Barbara now had it bad for this Cliff character. It seemed he
could do no wrong, even after it became obvious that he had a
strong sexual interest in Effie. I saw this coming, but it came
slowly at first, and was mild at first. For several months, he
only pursued Barbara, and Barbara wasn't all that responsive to
his technique. I could have told him he was too crude and direct
for a woman like Barbara, but I didn't feel like helping him,
mostly because he did not respect my home and family enough to
cool it when husband and kids were around. Had he, I might have
offered a few tips. I had a wife who needed some good, hard,
raunchy loving to feel sexually alive again. Except when teasing
her, I am sensitive and sympathetic to her needs, but he never
acted like he needed or wanted my help.

He didn't seem to care. We didn't see him that often, maybe once
or twice a week, but a couple of weeks before his pursuit became
relentless, a daily event, I noticed Barbara responding. That
gave him encouragement, and encouraged him to stay the course,
that the technique was finally working. I knew exactly what
turned Barbara around. It was the night he turned his sexual
attentions on Effie by playfully pulling her over his lap for a
playful spanking that resulted in her dress being pushed high
onto her lower back and her panties being dragged down.

Barbara stood right there and watched him do that, and he was in
no hurry, either. After baring Effie's ass, he warmed her cute
fanny, but also took every opportunity to visually examine her
pussy as well as feel it between smacks. He stroked her oily slit
and fingered her tight hole between smacks that grew
progressively wetter until her little ass had a shiny wet glow to
it. Watching that prolonged sexual spanking gave Barbara a nice
red glow, too.

I was in shock at this man's audacity. The nerve of him thinking
he could get away with molesting our young daughter right in
front of the mother, the father, and two siblings who were
getting their first good look at their sister's pussy. Barbara
and the boys stood at Effie's ass with the good view. I sat in
profile. They saw everything he did to a pussy that she used to
guard like the Army guards Fort Knox. What he did mostly was
finger it and tug at her pubic hairs to make her squeal. I forget
what the spanking was for, something silly, but it ended up being
for having a hairy pussy. He didn't like seeing hairs between a
sexy girl's sexy legs. I believe they were gone by morning, but I
know Barbara shaved hers off that night.

When I asked Barbara why she did that, she said that Cliff hates
hairy pussy, and whatever Cliff wants, Cliff gets. What he wanted
was quite obvious, so she thought she had best get it ready for
him, because it was clear I would not be standing in his way. She
blamed me for what happened to Effie as though it was my
responsibility to act like a parent, not hers. I suppose it was,
but it was hers, too. She acted like it was all up to me, and if
I didn't stop Cliff, I should go see that Effie shaved her pussy.
She stated that if I didn't hinder him, I may as well help him.
The result would be the same regardless.

I wasn't sure what she meant by that, whether the result would be
the same if I hindered or helped, or that the result would be the
same if I helped or didn't help. Makes a big difference. One is a
hint to have some fun myself, whereas the other suggests that
nothing I do can prevent Cliff from fucking my daughter. I should
have gotten clarification, but I was afraid I wouldn't like it
spelled out and clarified.

Anyway, that ended the discussion and gave me a great deal to
think about. I was trying to help Barbara get laid, not Effie. I
couldn't tell Barbara that. She'd be incensed if she knew I was
helping her, or thought she needed help, but I stayed out of it
because I could see that staying out advanced the cause. Letting
him spank and fondle Effie advanced a cause that was getting
nowhere, and though this was a clear-cut case of child
molestation, the child loved it, absolutely loved it, all of it.
I dare say that if he tried to put his dick in her pussy, she
would have loved that, too. I never saw a child grow horns so
quickly, and had never seen anything affect Barbara so
dramatically as watching that assault. 

I haven't seen my wife that horny since the honeymoon, and the
kids never had. She wanted to fuck that man's brains out for
doing that to Effie, and now she hinted that she wanted me to
help him get Effie. That was her way - a strong hint. I got the
hint, took the hint, but Christ, that was asking a lot. I wanted
him to fuck my wife, not my daughter. Him fucking Effie might be
a big turn-on for Barbara, but it didn't do a damn thing for me
except make me want to toss that pervert out of my house. Staying
out of it was the best I could do, and I wasn't sure I could do
that if he ever tried using his dick.

I saw a cartwheel the following day, but that cartwheel wasn't
meant to impress me. That was a cartwheel to show Cliff that she
was a good girl, and that all she needed to be a good girl was a
good bare-bottom spanking. She got another one for doing a poor
cartwheel - too slow, legs too close together. He made her cum,
but she came the first time, too. That girl came first time and
every time she want over his lap. He quickly turned her into a
slut for the finger, but did the same to Barbara.

Barbara took her first fingering that night, but wouldn't go in
for the spanking variety, or for having her shaved pussy
uncovered and fingered. She took hers standing up beside his
chair. The fact that the kids were looking at it by looking up
her legs didn't bother her too much if at all. I couldn't see
what difference that made, but if she sat on his lap to get one,
she would modestly cover his hand with her skirt though kids were
on their knees or butts looking up her skirt. She never said
anything about that, or ever said anything about them hanging on
her legs, and leg hanging made her legs hang open more. 

Her legs were never in a wide beaver, but were never closed,
either. Her covering technique only kept me from seeing exactly
what his fingers were doing to her. If I wanted to see, I would
have to get on my knees and squeeze out a child, or ask a child.
I would never do either, but it was obvious enough just seeing
the look on her face and the action of the hand at work under her
skirt. My wife was thoroughly enjoying a good finger fucking,
doing absolutely nothing to mask or mitigate her orgasms. If they
were all real, which I seriously doubted, Cliff had a real Midas
touch with her pussy.

She was easy after that, and she never wore panties after shaving
her pussy. The first order of business after Cliff stopped by was
a shave check. Those always resulted in a lengthy fingering
session. Effie got her spanking variety, sometimes for not
shaving good enough, but when the shave was satisfactory, Barbara
provided a reason to discipline Effie. One way or the other,
Effie got her spanking, her fingering, and her orgasms. He had
the Midas touch with her pussy, too, and I think all of hers were
genuine. 

I could see that he was preparing that little pussy for something
big. He began with one, two, then graduated to three fingers sent
deep, all under the watchful eyes of a mother who had to
understand the purpose of stretching out that tight hole and
often had a hand on the girl's ass, watching from close-up,
remarking that she was loosening up nicely or coming along
nicely.

I'm sure Effie knew what she was loosening up nicely for or
coming along nicely for. If the prospect worried her, I saw no
evidence of that, but the preparations went on and on while he
and Barbara danced around the idea of fucking. We all knew whey
they were headed with this. They talked about it often, and he
got Barbara to use the ignoble "F" word that I never thought I
would ever hear her use in front of the kids until her language
was as bad as his. She had a cunt between her legs and he wanted
to fuck her cunt. She wanted to know how badly he wanted to fuck
her cunt, or wanted him to know how badly she needed her horny
cunt fucked.

After a full week of this pussy-footing around, the big mystery
was why they weren't fucking and were just talking about it. I
thought they might be and were just playing games with my head,
but that would be hard to do, since he worked when I worked and
was home when I was. They could have been getting together during
the day, but why sneak around when they could fuck in front of
us. If they could talk about fucking in front of us, why not fuck
in front of us. I found it all very odd.

One night, a few days before I came home to find them fucking,
Barbara was on her knees watching intently as Cliff prepared
Effie's pussy for fucking. Barbara asked him right out if he
wanted to fuck her cunt and was that what he was doing, preparing
her cunt for fucking. He smiles and says, "Looks that way, don't
it."

She smiles back and says, "Yes, it does, and I'd say this cunt is
as ready to fuck as it is ever going to get unless you are
getting her ready for a horse."

He laughed, but I wasn't laughing. Barbara was taking this thing
way too far. Playful spanking and fingering is one thing, but a
fourteen-year-old girl doesn't need fucking by a grown man, even
if she wants it, and I had no doubt she did. I wasn't sure who
wanted that more, her or her mother, or why her mother would want
that. Why would any mother want that, and what about Barbara and
Barbara's past made her this way, because Cliff's obviouse desire
and intent to fuck Effie set all this in motion. Cliff wasn't
getting anywhere with Barbara until he pulled that shit on Effie,
but after setting his sights on Effie, Barbara became easy,
almost take me when you want me easy, but he was in no hurry. It
was like Barbara had to wait on Effie to come along, and Barbara
was growing impatient, like she's ready already. Let's get on
with the fucking.

I sensed her frustration, and could see she was serious about
getting Effie fucked. What I thought didn't matter since I wasn't
about to step in at this point. She may have thought I was as
frustrated as she was and just as eager to see Effie get fucked
by an adult. She might have, because we never talked about it. I
could see where my staying out of it when things were clearly
headed there might give her that impression. Barbara still had no
clue that I was trying to help her not Effie.

I don't know what Cliff thought, but the kids had to think I was
too chicken to voice an objection. Cliff may have thought so,
too. He is a big guy, but the law was on my side. I'd never fight
the guy, but I would call the law. Then again, I couldn't do that
after allowing so much. I'm sure that fact wasn't lost on him. At
this point, he pretty much had a license to do as he pleased with
Effie if I wasn't willing to fight him, and to that point I had
never so much as voiced an objection or raised my voice, though
his discipline was sometimes rather harsh, rather excessive,
lasting too long, or done too often each evening, and making her
strip naked on his arrival and stay that way was now accepted
procedure.

Effie was his whore in training. He treated her like his little
whore, and Barbara joined him. She enjoyed stripping Effie naked
for him, otherwise she would be shaved and naked on his arrival.
She also began shaving Effie's pussy for her, since I wouldn't,
not that I wouldn't enjoy doing that nasty chore. I simply
couldn't. My hand would have been shaking so bad, I would have
sliced her to ribbons and gotten my ass kicked by her owner and
chewed by his lover. For better or worse, until her daddy grew a
true pair of balls, Effie was on her own. The kid was fucked,
just hadn't been, yet - by an adult.

I gradually became resigned to that fact. Sooner or later, he
would. There was nothing stopping him, and a mother encouraging
him. She was never more encouraging than she was that night. She
may have thought he wasn't sure he could actually go all the way
with Effie, but Barbara put his mind at ease on that score by
saying, "Cliff, you should let your dick do some of the
stretching. If she's too tight, spank her afterward. Foreplay is
one thing, but this is ridiculous. You are torturing the poor
girl. Fuck her, why don't you. Put her out of her misery, for
Christ's sake."

Fuck a child for Christ's sake. I'm sure Jesus would like that.
He died on the cross so that we could fuck our children. Fine
words coming from the daughter of a Baptist minister. Could be a
clue, though. Had Barbara been fucked for Christ's sake? Did some
horny pervert put little Barbie out of her misery? Did Daddy? Did
her mommy help? I wouldn't put it past those two.

Barbara kept her sexual past a closely guarded secret, but she
was no virgin when I got her at fifteen. She looked like she'd
have a tight pussy, but I almost fell into the damn thing. That
fuck didn't do much for her or me. She apologized for being
loose, but offered no explanation for being that loose. She
didn't own a pony. Effie was getting that loose and would soon be
apologizing to some lucky boy who thought he was lucky until he
goes to finger her and finds himself wrist-deep in pussy, wearing
his date like a mitten. "Sorry, but I'm kinda loose down there"
is a bit of an understatement when your wristwatch is getting
wet.

Something in Barbara's past made her this way, and she became
this way overnight. Something clicked, triggered in part by
Effie's age and sexual development. Effie blossomed sexually
during the time that Barbara developed a craving to cheat. I
never made the connection. I thought Barbara's age and sexual
boredom served as the trigger. Life was suddenly passing her by.
She had to get some while the getting was good. Maybe seeing
Effie develop into a sexy little girl put horns on Mommy. Seeing
horns on Mommy, put them on Effie. Maybe Barbara saw horns on her
mommy. I sure did. That is one horny bitch, and you don't expect
that from a preacher's wife.

Barbara was now acting like her mother. She never had, just the
opposite, but I could see it now, and she talked like her, too.
It wasn't Cliff she was emulating, it was her mother. Cunt was
her mother's favorite term for the vagina. Cliff would sometimes
throw in a pussy, twat, or snatch, but with Barbara, it was
always cunt after it became cunt. Effie had a cunt, but she
didn't. That was definitely pussy - nice, tight, adorable pussy
being made into a cunt. I will never understand why any girl
would want a loose cunt. What good is a loose cunt to a
girl...unless...unless the little girl wants to fuck hung men.

Hummm...

Could that be it? Did Barbara know something most girls don't.
Would a mother want to pass that on to a daughter? They were very
close, Barbara and Effie. Had they talked about it? Were the two
of them working Cliff as a tag team? Did the ignorant fucker
stand a chance?

Not a snowball's chance in Hell, but the ignorant fucker appeared
to be dragging his feet. He came for Barbara, but ended up having
to play child molester to get her. Maybe I had Cliff all wrong,
and his heart, or his hard, simply wasn't in fucking children. It
was beginning to look more and more that way. I know I couldn't.
The desire is there, but I simply could not do that, and not
because she's my daughter. Incest wasn't the issue - age was. I
simply cannot fuck a child. I can't finger one. I can't even
shave one. At least he could finger one. He did that very well,
but Barbara put him on the spot. He suddenly had to go, pulled
three fingers out of Effie, got up, and went, leaving Barbara and
Effie looking to each other in confusion, like a tag team whose
opponent left the ring.

It was all I could do not to laugh, but I could not help saying,
"Don't worry, Barbara. I'll stop by the dog pound and the butcher
shop. I'll get a mutt and pound of pork chops."

To which she responded, "Fuck you, Robby, fuck you in the ass at
the foot of the cross."

Just like her mother. Her mother said those exact words to me
after I called her a hypocritical slut, but I call's 'em like I
sees 'em. My response to Barbara was, "If you want to get Effie
bred properly, have your mother do it."

That shut her up. That left her standing speechless with boys
looking up her legs while pulling out the front of her skirt, and
I finally saw her slap rude hands away and say, " Damn, you
little brats! Stop doing that! And stop hanging on me! Let go of
my fucking legs, you little perverts."

If that wasn't the momma pot calling the mother-fucker wannabees
black. That deserved comment, but I had commented enough for one
night. The pot needed to simmer, and the pot was at a boil. I
grabbed my coat and went out for a B&B: brewski and blowjob. The
best B&B was at the home of my in-laws where my father-in-law
would hand me a cold Corona with a lime twist inside, while my
mother-in-law knelt and blew me. We had our ups and downs, but we
were currently on a long up cycle and had been since I came down
to whine about my wife wanting to cheat on me. Beth lifted me up
by going down. 

There ain't nothing like a cold Corona while watching a man's
wife suck your dick. There ain't nothing like cumming in the
mouth of a preacher's wife or mother-in-law, and having both in
one, we're talking my kind of Heaven. Preacher John couldn't
agree more. He has been watching me cum in his wife's mouth - off
and on - since I was sixteen. I could fuck her, but the slut has
a cave cunt between her fat thighs, owing to the fact that her
preacher man is hung like a pony. Suspicious, huh? I thought so
at age sixteen, too. His cock was as big as my arm, and my arm to
the elbow was as big as his daughter's cunt.

Barbara and her parents weren't having an up cycle. Their
relationship has always been strained. Even in my down cycles, I
get along better with them than when she is on an up cycle. When
she is down, they don't see each other at all. I try to maintain
good relations for the sake of the kids. She keeps them strained
for the same reason, but I said something tonight that might
change that. If Cliff didn't want to play hide the salami with
Effie, Grandpa sure would. She had to be mulling that over.
Oddly, having Grandpa do it didn't bother me as much as having an
asshole do it, assuming it had to be done, and I was assuming
that.

True to form, John handed me my Corona as Beth went down and got
my dick out. We now had us a routine, didn't need no small talk,
no foreplay, no footsie. We get right down to business. I
wouldn't be there if I didn't need a beer and a blowjob, so why
beat around the bush. Lately, I had been needing B&Bs a great
deal. They knew that Barbara had picked out a lover and was going
for it, balls to the wall, leaving me to take care of myself. I
left it to them, but they told me I need never suffer without. I
didn't.

Yes, they took good care of me. No complaints there. I used to
complain about John getting cum on me. He has a nasty habit of
squirting his load on a guy. He likes to sit close to a guy while
his wife sucks a guy. He'll put his arm around a guy and angle
his cock toward a guy. He can drench a guy and get most of it in
a guy's face. That used to freak out this guy, but I am long over
that, now.

I used to be homophobic as hell, and I used to think he was as
queer as a three-dollar bill. I now realize that we are both
bisexual to varying degrees, as most people are. I can now
appreciate a nice cock and the taste of cum. I have sucked him
off. He has sucked me off. I fuck him in the ass, and I have
suffered the head of his cock in my ass. I can't take a fucking
from that splitting wedge he calls a cock, but he is more than
welcome to jackoff in my ass, or take a piss in my ass. His piss
enemas are very relaxing. 

The first few times he did that wasn't. I was seventeen and
insulted. I felt used, degraded, soiled, but then I thought about
it and decided what was the harm? He was fucking up my shit, but
I always felt better after he did that. Warm piss makes a very
effective enema, especially with soft lips sucking your dick as
was most often the case. My mother was big on enemas as a
cure-all for what ails you. I'll take a hot fat cock nozzle over
her thin hard plastic type any day, though Mom used to suck my
dick, too - to take my mind off the cramping. Nothing sexual, I
assure you.

I know what you are thinking: Bullshit! You're right. It was
bullshit, but I never thought we were doing anything sexual,
because I grew up getting my enemas that way. It was only when I
began cumming in her mouth as a young teenager that I thought we
were doing something nasty, and I was getting more enemas than I
needed. I was getting enemas when she needed them. She might just
as well have said, "Son, you look like you could use a good
blowjob." When does a growing teenage boy not?

She never would come right out and put it that way, or just give
head. We always had to go through the bullshit that made it okay
for us to engage in a blatant act of incest, which became awfully
blatant after she started getting semen out of my nuts. The woman
was a nut for boy cum. She couldn't pretend otherwise. She wanted
that nut sauce and was happy when she got it. Getting a mouthful
was pure ecstasy. She'd nurse on a spent cock until it came up
again, then go for another wad - always two, never satisfied with
one

About the time I started dating Barbara, Mom was masturbating
while sucking me off. She had been for years, but only on the sly
in a sack dress. When I turned sixteen, she was doing it openly
in the nude and using a big-assed dildo on herself, the vibrating
type. She couldn't hide that. I stared, but would never mention
it. I'm sure she was very grateful, because she had to have it,
didn't mind the stares, but didn't want to talk about it or what
she was doing with it. Actually, the excuse to get naked and fuck
herself was to help me cum easier. She indulged me. 

She understood and was not embarrassed, but that wasn't something
we should talk about. She did acknowledge that we had crossed the
line, but no one need know, there was no harm in it, and orgasms
were relaxing. I agreed. I could make her have an orgasm by
cumming in her mouth. Feeling her up gave me orgasms, so I was
free to touch whatever I pleased. I enjoyed sticking a finger up
her ass. I have a very anal mommy with an asshole that functions
like a second clit.

The whole time I am dating Barbara, I have two grown women
sucking me dry. I could hardly play the stud with Barbara, which
would have posed a problem with any normal girl. Barbara wasn't
interested in my dick or in boy fucking. She had a thing for my
arm and my fist. I could always get that up, so we had no
problem. She knew her parents were having their way with me, but
she didn't know about my mom. I figured her parents were having
their way with her, but I never saw that, and the subject was
strictly off limits, though she would sit in a chair all miffed
while waiting for her parents to finish with me so we could go do
something - go on our date.

I was, in fact, a sexually molested child, but I never felt that
way until I net her parents and was. In all honesty, I grew to
like it, though I was very freaked by it all, especially the
homosexual acts. I also kept on seeing Barbara to get more of
everything. We became very close over time. I was a very cute boy
with a cute little dick. Her parents have always loved me and my
little dick, though Barbara could care less about my dick. She
did grow to love me and I her. After she got away from her
parents, I grew to love her pussy. She never became tight, but
she did recover. I stopped fist fucking her because fist fucking
fucks up pussy. Our sex life has suffered, but she has always
been good about keeping a decent pussy for me, and letting me use
it. I am good to her by eating her, but she is also good to her
by masturbating, and things went along fine until Effie sprouted
out in tits. I was slow to make the connection.

I now had it all figured out. Now, everything made sense, but she
was going about this all wrong, barking up the wrong tree. She
had a perfectly good set of child molesters for Effie, tried and
true molesters that Effie was very fond of. They were very fond
of her. I could see why Barbara wasn't fond of them. They were
hypocrites. That was her big problem. If he weren't a preacher
and she a preacher's wife, I doubt that Barbara would have a
problem. Barbara can't stand a hypocrite. They are that, and
there is no getting around that. They'll never change. I can
accept that, but she can't.

Barbara was herself a hypocrite. Though she would not attend her
parent's church, she still attended church and dragged the kids
along. She was not a fulltime slut and child molester, but she
was now exactly like her mother. I'm sure she is sexually
involved with all three kids, giving blowjobs to the boys and
going down on Effie after a shave. The boys might be getting ass
and pussy. Effie might be doing her mom. I would not be at all
surprised, because Beth would, and Barbara was just like Beth -
sexually shameless and bisexual as hell.

John and Beth were not aware. They did not know how bad things
were, or know the kids were involved, or that Barbara had
undergone a change. I thought they'd like to know, so after a few
beers, a blowjob, and mouthful of John's cum, which by the way is
absolutely delicious and high in protein, I brought them current.


They were thrilled to say the least, about fucking time to say
the most, and they wanted Effie badly. They were hungry for her
and pleased that I was eager to provide. We were united, but we
all had different ideas for getting Barbara to go along. We all
knew her very well differently. We each had a piece of the
Barbara puzzle, but our pieces weren't meshing.

Without a cohesive plan, we had no plan. We were forced to wait
on Barbara to make a move, but I planted the seed for that move
before leaving the house. How or if that seed would germinate was
the big question that only time could answer. In the mean time,
with Barbara on the out, the kids were out. When she was out,
they were out, and the grandparents hadn't seen any of them in
over a year. They had no idea what a knockout Effie was. The last
time they saw her, she was in the awkward early stages of
puberty. She came out of that quite well, but I had no recent
pictures, and I needed some of her naked with her legs apart.
Cliff had a bunch, but I doubted that he'd share.

I had my doubts that he ever had them developed. I think he just
liked taking them. He had several rolls of her masturbating, and
one roll of Effie fucking herself with one of her mother's larger
dildos. When Barbara said that her cunt was as ready to fuck as
it would ever get, she wasn't kidding. Effie proved she could
fuck a big dick. That girl can flat put a fucking on a rubber
dick. She has all the moves down, and the kid loves performing
for an audience. Pull out a camera, you have instant slut.

Barbara knew where I went. She knew about B&B outings, but she
was asleep when I slipped in beside her at two in the morning. I
wasn't exactly drunk, but I wasn't exactly sober. I reeked of
beer, semen, and pussy. Telling her folks about a photo session
got them wild. We had us a little orgy on their living room
floor, just like old times. Barbara woke up, took in the sight of
me, then took in the smell. I now knew all about her sexual past.
Those were scents she was very familiar with. She rolled toward
me, got up on one elbow, looked me over, then said, "You have
some nerve getting in my bed like this [looking to the bedside
clock] at this hour. We needed to talk."

"I needed pussy."

"I have pussy. I think you went there for cock."


"That's a good place to go for cock."

"Aren't we the happy bisexual?"

"I have never denied my bisexuality. I am what I am. What you see
is what you get - indoors, outdoors, at work, at home. What are
you, church lady?"

That flipped her away from me with a curt, "If that's going to be
your attitude, we have nothing to discuss. Turn out the fucking
light, asshole."

I turned out the fucking light, but we could talk in the dark. I
put my hand on her bare shoulder. She shook it off. I put it
back; she pried it off. I put my hand low on her bare ass and she
left it there, because I told her I loved her and would respect
her affair with Cliff, deferring to him as her lover, IF she
would allow the kids to go back to seeing their grandparents, and
allow sleepovers."

She mulled that over with a clear understanding of the
implication of a sleepover. I might as well have said, "If you
will allow your parents to sexually molest the kids." The fact
that she didn't immediately yell, "HELL NO!" was an indication
that she had been thinking it over while I was away. The fact
that she cocked her top leg to allow my hand between her legs was
a sign that she thought favorably, but her wet pussy was a better
sign - wet and getting wetter while mulling.

I slipped four fingers into her as she said, "Define defer."

"For one, he is free to fuck-up this fine pussy for hubby's with
little dicks."

"Why, because you plan to get the pussy you need off of Effie?"

"No. I have the same problem Cliff does. Can't fuck the young."

"He does seem to have that problem, doesn't he?"

"That, or he turned queer all of a sudden."

"No shit. He sure didn't seem the type."

"Some people aren't what they appear to be."

"But you are, I suppose?"

"I am now more than I ever have been, yes. How about you,
Barbara, and this is not a criticism or a put down. I want you to
think about it. Are you, day in and day out, around the clock,
the person you project, now more so than last month, last year,
ten years ago...or, are you moving toward being two people more
and more each day?"

"All right, you've made your point, but which Barbara would you
rather I was twenty-four and seven? I can't be both."

"Who says you can't. Your mother does it quite well, and you are
doing quite well. The people with a need to know, know well what
you really are."

"What am I really?"

"A shameless cheating slut and bisexual child molester."

That evaluation brought about a pregnant pause, then, "Are you
fine with that?"

"Perfectly fine."

She slowly rolled to her back, keeping her legs apart so that I
could continue working her cunt from the front. She placed her
hands behind her neck, thought a bit, then said, "Well, if you
are perfectly fine with that, then I am perfectly fine with
admitting to all of that. If you will defer to my lover, or
lovers, Mom and Dad can have the kids and do as they please with
them. Will that make you happy?"

"Deliriously happy."

"Fine. I guess that's settled, then."

"I guess it is, now, let's fuck up this pussy for Cliff."

"AHHH! Oh, Robby! Oh fuck...easy. Remember, you're not a boy with
a boy's arm."

"But you're not a girl with a girl's pussy."

"When was I ever. Oh fuck, Robby! Is that your wrist I feel?"

"Like old times, isn't it?"

"Almost. Are you going back to calling me Mitten?"

"Are you going to go back to calling me a Preacher's Piss Pot, a
Holy Sperm Bank, or Choir Boy?"

"You left out Faggot Assed Whore Sucker."

"You always were good for name calling, which was galling coming
from a whore for both parents."

"They told you everything, didn't they?"

"Everything I needed to know. I know you were never raped. I know
you turned them into hypocrites, then put them down for it."

"Is that how they see it? I molested them."

"Molest hardly applies in our case or in the kids' cases. The sex
is all very mutual. That's how they see it, but they don't know
why you hate them when they can't return to being a monogamous
couple having occasional straight sex, and they can't live their
lives openly and honestly anymore than you can. They are just
people and parents. All they can do is love you, pray for you,
and for themselves."

"Yeah, prey for more pussy."

"Barbara, before I left, your father had us all kneel and pray
together, and that was the most moving religious experience of my
life, the most touching prayer I ever heard, and though my ass
was full of piss and I was cramping badly, I knelt there and
cried. I was that moved by the experience. I know you are so
wrong about him, about them."

"I know they love me, Robby, and I do love them, but don't tell
me you don't see the hypocrisy of their lives, and what an insult
that is to God."

"I see no hypocrisy. Your father is a man of God, and your mother
is the wife of a man of God. You, Barbara, are the daughter, and
you should be very proud. I now believe there is a God, and I
know he loves them, but he is ashamed of you and the way you are
behaving, and it is not for what you do, but what you don't do."

"Just what don't I do?"

"Honor thy father and mother."

"If they were good and decent people, I would. If they were, I'd
be good and decent, too, but they are not, and they made me this
way, and I'll be damned if I will honor them for doing that."

"God did not say IF they are good and decent people. He simply
said and meant, honor thy father and mother. Those are the
parents he gave you, and those are the parents you must love,
honor, and obey. There is your challenge. Get to Heaven with that
handicap. Others have to come in a wheelchair. Some have to feel
their way without eyes. The rules of the game are simple. You
can't read between the lines of the Ten Commandments, Mitten.
That was the part of the Bible that God wrote personally so that
we'd get it right and not fuck it up."

I can always tell when Barbara is deep in thought, because her
lips aren't moving but her eyes are - left, right, up, down -
hummm. She looked to me and sheepishly said, "I have never
thought of it that way, but what you say makes sense. That is a
good challenge. Heaven shouldn't be easy for some but impossible
for others."

"It's not, but we each come here with differing weaknesses and
strengths. Only God knows what challenge best suits us."

"You surprise me, Robby. For an atheist, you are quite the
religious philosopher."

"Those are not my ideas. Those are ideas your father gave me
tonight in prayer with his dick up my ass, and God, did I ever
need to shit. I finally take every inch of that cock, take a full
bladder of Mexico's best recycled beer, and the fucker gets
inspired to deliver a long sermon. That made a believer out of
me."

Barbara laughed long, then said, "If that's what it takes to
bring a sinner to kneel at the foot of the cross, my daddy will
do it. I am very proud of my daddy. I am, now."

"Then God answers prayers, because he answered your father's. I
have seen a miracle."

"You haven't seen nothing yet, because if I honor my father and
mother, as I fully intend to do from now on, I'll be a whore for
Christ, as will my offspring. My mommy and daddy will lay us all
at the foot of the cross, and the sinners will flock to kneel."

"Praise the Lord!"

"Fuckin' 'A'! Fucking for Christ is Heaven."

"Amen!"

"Get the kids up. We're going for a ride."

I looked to the clock, and said, "Jesus Christ, Barbara, it's
almost three in the morning. Can't it wait?"

"No. I have waited too long. I am moved by the Holy Spirit."

"That's my hand."

"That, too, now take it out and get moving, Fuck Face."

I did, and we did, and they had a tearful reunion. Three days
later, I walk in and find my wife in bed with another man,
fucking when I thought we had seen the last of Cliff. I guess
they patched things up, but I still expected to see a condom. She
wanted to make damn sure that I saw there wasn't. I saw that, as
did the kids who had snuck back to see around me. She knew the
door was wide open. She had to know they'd sneak back. She seemed
unconcerned, though it was hard to imagine her fucking in front
of them so shamelessly. She talked a good line, but I couldn't
see her actually doing it. Seeing was believing. I pretended not
to be aware of the kids so they'd see it.

They weren't seeing anything they hadn't seen before. They had
just gotten back from a long weekend with the grandparents. This
was the first I saw of them since dropping them off early
Saturday morning. They looked the same, but I was sure they were
different. I hadn't seen much of Barbara, either. I was surprised
they weren't all in the bed with her. They were dressed and shut
out, not locked out, but shut out.

We saw Barbara inspire an orgasm, then milk it for all it was
worth. After he pumped her full of cum, she smiles and says, "I
forgot how good raw fucking is."

He says, "It's the only way to fuck."

"You sold me, now sell the idea to Robby. He'll have to raise the
bastard."

"Fuck Robby."

"There's an idea."

"Tell it to a queer."

"Oh come on, Cliff. Tell me you don't think Robby has a cute
ass."

"I'm telling you, I don't think any man's ass is cute. Look, I
ain't doing no kid, and I sure as hell ain't doing no man. Stop
trying to change me, or we'll just forget it."

"Fine, have it your way, but it's my way or the highway, and you
be in church this coming Sunday, or we can just forget it."

"I ain't no fuckin' Baptist."

"Then you ain't fuckin' no Baptist."

"You are one fucked-up bitch, do you know that?"

That did it. I walked in and cold cocked that asshole, knocked
him right on his fucking ass, and when he got up, I beat his ass
right out the front door, out into the yard, and halfway down the
block. I whipped him like a red-headed stepchild. God, was I
pissed. Nobody calls my wife a bitch in my home except me.

Barbara wearing a robe pulled me off of him and got me back in
the house where she was literally astonished. I had never fought
before. I was still shaking, and my fists were bleeding. I hurt
myself beating him in the face. Barbara tended my wounds while my
children beamed with pride - Daddy was a badass. Barbara
corrected, Daddy is a dumbass.

She wasn't really mad, more amazed than mad, and she wasn't sure
what set me off. When she was all through, she had to know, sent
the kids out to play, then sat me down for a talk that began,
"Robby, why did you do that? That was not what I calldeferring."

"That was not what I call loving. The man is an asshole. I will
share my wife, but god damnit, you had better love her."

She smiled warmly and kissed me, then sat back to study me, then
say, "You are my hero, do you know that?"

"I thought I was a dumbass."

"You are. You could have gotten hurt. You did get hurt, but you
are still my hero. You're right, he is an asshole, and the
asshole won't wear a condom. Good riddance."

"How was the weekend?"

"Inspiring. Why didn't you join us?"

"I thought you needed time alone."

"We missed you."

"I missed all of you."

"Robby, I love you. I want you beside me in church."

"I love you; I'll be there. How was the sermon?"

"You heard it on your knees, and you are right - that was one for
the books - gave me chills."

"Try it with a dick in your ass."

"I'll take your word for it. I never could take that dick in my
ass. You were the first to impress me. I think you were seventeen
at the time. I thought, what a man. Later, I thought, what a
fucking asshole whore, but I first thought, what a man. Today
marks the second time I looked at you and thought, what a man.
You make me horny, Robby."

"Shall I go drag Cliff back here for you?"

She laughed and said, "No, drag his wife. I'd like to see you
fuck his wife."

"No can do. Thou shalt not covet they neighbor's wife, nor his
ass."

"Then don't covet it. Just fuck it."

"You are reading between the lines again. Just be thankful that
He didn't say anything about the women coveting the men, or you'd
be shit out of luck and stuck with the one you married."

"Praise the Lord, and Daddy did bring that up. Did you know that
a woman can't sin sexually, and a man who submits to a coveting
woman isn't sinning. He just can't go after it. You should have
seen the predatory women looking around for their next victim,
and all those guys trying to look like helpless lambs. Daddy hit
on a theme that will build one hell of a church. You wait and
see. He is convinced he had a vision and is thinking about
expansion. I want your cute lamb butt in the pews."

"Then it shall come to pass. The meek shall inherit the Earth,
and all women go to Heaven."

"Praise the Lord!"

So, that is how we became a church family and got right with God.
The family that prays together, stays together. I now sit in a
pew between my mother and my wife, helpless as a baby lamb. Trust
me. Life goes much better when the women have their way.

                                 The End

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