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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Lone Stranger
Date: Thu, 31 May 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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                           The Lone Stranger
                            By: Phil Phantom
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I saw a sight I never thought I'd see - my wife bent over the
washing machine, hugging the machine with her skirt up on her
back, panties pulled to her knees, taking a fucking like some
two-bit whore in a dark alley, only they weren't alone in a dark
alley. They were in our laundry room with a houseful of guests
and with our kids up and about. Anyone could have opened that
door on them. I did to get to the garage to our spare
refrigerator. The poolside bar fridge needed restocking, but any
one of our three children might have been given the task, or a
helpful guest. The stupid, inconsiderate, cheating fuckers didn't
even lock the damn door.

They were unaware of my intrusion, and I was too stunned to do
anything or ease out. I simply stood, mouth agape, watching my
wife's vagina sucking on a thick penis. At least, that was how it
looked. My wife doesn't do that sort of thing, her pussy never
sucks, and we hardly knew that guy her pussy was sucking on. He
was a friend of somebody, a new guy, a virtual stranger. Besides
that, my Franny doesn't cheat. At least, she never had, never
wanted to, simply wouldn't. I know, because at one time, I urged
her to try swinging or an open marriage, thinking that might
spice-up our dull sex life. She simply couldn't fuck for
fucking's sake, wouldn't dream of taking a lover, and insisted
that there were other safer more discrete ways to spice up a sex
life: sex toys, massage oils, lingerie, mirrors, even porn.

Well, it sure looked to me like she was fucking for fucking's
sake, and loving it by the look of her white-knuckled grip. She
was getting a lot more cock than she was used to and taking it
unsheathed, raw, about ten inches worth as thick as a
richly-veined cucumber. She had no business taking any cock raw,
not with her fertile pussy, and she knew you can't trust a guy to
pull out. That was why we have three kids instead of two. He
didn't look like the type anyway, and he fucked like a redneck
trucker intent on creaming a truckstop cunt, and my PhD wife took
it like a slut hash slinger wanting her cunt creamed, expecting
it and braced for it.

I could swear that cunt was sucking. Of course, I never saw my
wife's cunt getting fucked, not from this angle. Maybe it looked
that way when I fucked her from the rear, but I doubted it.
Probably needed a thick dick to make it suck, maybe four extra
inches caused that suction effect. Sure did look good, though,
damn good. I had the urge to tap the guy and go, "Say, pardon my
rude intrusion on your fucking of my wife in our home with our
kids up and two-dozen house guests milling about, but what does
that feel like...Sir?"

He was a big guy in more ways than penile. One should always be
polite to big mother fuckers, especially when they are fucking a
mother. They were nearing that crucial moment. I had to stay to
see if she would at least remind him to pull out. To my utter
astonishment, not only did she not, she cried, "Yes, cum in my
cunt. Oh, god Jim, yes, fuck me hard. I want every drop deep in
my cunt. Fuck me like this, and I'll bear you all the bastards
you want. Oh god, yes, cream my cunt, baby - cream it good, stud.
Fill 'er up!"

I heard enough and saw enough. I eased out as he gave her his
last drops deep in her cunt, and that was one word she refused to
use or tolerate, even in the heat of passion. Cunt was simply a
vulgar word, demeaning to women, and had no place in a healthy
sex life or marriage. I think that bothered me more than watching
her use her cunt to entertain a guest, offering to bear all the
bastards he wants. I felt like calling her a cunt, a cheating
cunt, a lying cunt, too. Won't fuck for fucking's sake -
BULLSHIT!

I returned to poolside without the needed resupply that several
beer drinkers were awaiting, and I had no ready answer for why I
returned empty handed. I must have looked white as a sheet. I
made some lame excuse that amounted to being distracted, then had
to stall going back to allow the cheaters time to get straight. A
few minutes later, they emerged together, all smiles. I went
right by them without looking at either of them. I know Franny
thought that was odd, cold, unlike me, the ever charming and
gracious host.

When I passed through the laundry room, I saw the panties she had
been wearing, crumpled and soiled with semen, lying on the floor.
The slut took her panties off, used them to wipe her cheating
cunt, then just dropped them. Hell, anyone could have picked them
up and got fuck all over their fingers like I did.

What the fuck was she thinking, and now she was out there with no
panties on wearing one of her shortest skirts, hanging on the arm
of that blue-collar gigolo. People were already noticing, and I
was slow to take note of the intimate way those two carried on,
like a couple, always together, and usually with her hanging on
him with his hand resting on the slope of her ass, or bare leg,
or hanging over a tit like couples do, only they weren't a
couple, we were a couple, a married couple, a professional
married couple, and he was a single male on the prowl wearing
tight pants that showed how circumcised he was and an open shirt
with gold resting in thick chest hair that showed how virile and
wealthy he was - impressive for those who display wealth in gold
instead of diamonds. The only person likely to be impressed in
our home was my daughter Susan.

Actually, a friend brought them to my attention at the last
weekend gathering, warning me about that guy, suggesting I keep a
close eye on them. I laughed that off. He didn't know Franny very
well, but I wasn't laughing, now. Turns out I didn't know Franny
very well.

I grabbed a case of beer and made my way back to the poolside
bar, now looking for Franny and Jim. There they were, off in a
quiet corner with two other couples with her perched on the arm
of his chair, her arm over his shoulder and his hand resting on
her bare leg, stroking. They were having a lively conversation,
loads of laughs, and she seemed oblivious to the amount of leg
that fucker was stroking, or how much of her already short skirt
was being made shorter. The other couples had to see pussy the
way she was seated, as high as her skirt was, and one couple kept
looking where pussy was. The other couple only took politepeeks.

My mind was not on playing host, and the reason became obvious.
Another good friend, Pete Zimmer, a neighbor, came close and
said, "I know what you're thinking, Frank, but don't mess with
him. Try to ignore him and take this up with Franny in private. I
hear he's a champion kick boxer who loves to fight as much as
fuck. He's bad news, Frank. Ignore it."

I'm not much of a fighter, so I took that news to heart and put
those macho notions out of my head, but how to ignore that shit.
Hell, I saw them fucking. Maybe I wasn't the only one. Seemed
like I was the last to wise up. That stood to reason, since I had
to do my work and Franny's after that guy showed up at our
weekend pool parties. I was too busy to notice much beyond food
and drink needs. I was like the solo bartender, waitress, cook,
and bottle washer. Hell, I discovered them on a resuppy run. All
the others had nothing better to do than watch the sexy hostess
and the stud play hide the salami.

Now that I noticed them, one look told you they were fucking.
Franny came across as one of those bimbos that get a big charge
out of attending a party with no panties on, loving the reaction
of those that noticed, one of those proud-of-her-pussy bimbos
that every party needs but we never had. We had one now - MY
FUCKING WIFE!

I wasn't really angry, more shocked and surprised than angry.
This was exactly what I wanted her to be, only not with this
highbrow set, or neighbors, or immediate family. I wanted her to
be a slut with low-rent, low-life, out-of-town swingers with
dicks smaller than mine. I wasn't really upset with the guy. He
was single, and she was the best, the pick of the litter. He
could not call himself a stud if he didn't nail her. He, too, 
had a reputation to preserve and enhance. A dog's gotta bark.
Bird's gotta fly. Stud's gotta fuck - BUT NOT MY WIFE IN MY
CASTLE!

I looked to Pete after watching them some more. Pete seemed to
know the guy, or knew of him. Pete was a good guy who gave sound
advice and was married to a wife that anyone could fuck with a
rubber to protect his dick and a paper bag for her head - fucking
Agnes. If anyone knew how to live with a cheating whore, it was
Pete. His advice was to ignore them. I said, "I caught them
fucking, Pete, caught them in my laundry room fucking behind an
unlocked door."

"We've all caught them fucking, Frank."

"WHAT!"

"Just about all. They'll slip away and fuck five or six times in
the course of an evening, and they never lock a door. The thrill
is getting caught. That's what Jim is into, public sex. The women
get into it, too. Franny is heavy into that scene now. She loves
that shit."

"Christ, Pete, my kids see everything we see."

"Frank, your kids have seen more than anyone, and your daughter
has seen twice as much as your two sons put together."

"Pete, you're shitting me. Susan has seen them?"

"Her bedroom is their love nest. If she's not in it, she'll soon
be along. They don't close the door. If you use the downstairs
bathroom, you go right past Susan's room, and there they are,
humping away as though they are alone. I've seen it with ten in
the room and six more peering in from the hall, with all three of
your kids inside the room close to the bed - ringside seats -
eyes bugged-out and mouths agape."

"Fuck...this is too much. Who is that guy, and who invited him?"

"Don't know, but I know the ladies love him, and I know he can be
big trouble if any man gets in his way."

"I can't believe any of my friends and associates would bring a
man like that to one of our pool parties. I'd love to find out
who it is and give him a piece of my mind."

"Whoever brought him will never admit it now that he has his
sights set on Franny."

"Whoever brought him knew he'd zero-in on Franny, but how could
Franny do that?"

"It ain't all her fault. Jim is that good, and he has that
bad-boy mystique going for him. Women are drawn like moths to a
flame. The sex is great and the risks are exciting.  This thing
builds slowly. It's a conditioning process. After everyone has
caught them and seen everything, numbers don't matter so much.
After a while, you want more in the audience, and you want to
show them more. What's more, Franny seeks ways to please him by
doing more, showing more, and by getting raunchier. Jim keeps
raising the stakes, upping the ante, and quite frankly, the
audience demands more."

"Raising them to what, fucking in the street?"

"Close. In time, he'll fuck Franny where he pleases. They'll fuck
right here on the patio or in the living room. They'll get down
and dirty, downright raunchy. He's done it before, and they are
headed that way now. Franny is almost game, and showing you was a
key step on the dirt road to public fucking."

"They let me catch them on purpose?"

"Where better? We saw them go in there, then saw you head that
way. They took no notice of you, did they?"

"No, they didn't, but I assumed I went undetected."

"They knew. You got a show, a private show. How was it?"

"To be honest, pretty damn good."

"They are good. I've seen a lot of public fucking and never seen
better. I'll tell you something else, buddy boy. I've seen a lot
of pussy. Franny has a fantastic pussy, and she has just come to
realize that. Everyone loves to look at a fantastic pussy -
young, old, male, female - we all love a good pussy. She is now
proud of that toothless kitty, proud and getting off on showing
it. Check it out."

I looked over my shoulder, then turned to face them. Damn, he had
her skirt all the way up, now displaying pussy and three more
couples had joined their group to check out the display. Pete
said, "That's pussy pride you're seeing."

"Now I see why she began shaving the lips. She hasn't done that
since the early years of our marriage."

"First sign of pussy pride - remove anything that hides pussy.
Keep it neat, trim, fresh, clean, and gooey. Show a well-used
pussy, fucked pussy, and be proud of it."

"That is not my wife."

"Not when she's with him, she isn't. That is Jim's woman. Respect
that or there will be trouble. No one wants that, Frank. I have
been elected to come and talk to you. Just ignore them and let
this thing play out. He will eventually move on or onto someone
else. You might try talking to Franny, but wait until you have
her alone and he's not around. If you take my advice, leave her
be. Let her do this thing. She'll be a better wife for having
done it, and the damage is done. We now know she cheats, and we
have seen her goodies. You can't get toothpaste back in the tube,
but you can make one hell of a mess trying. Women appreciate a
husband who gives them freedom to fuckup and be bad sometimes."

"Freedom to cheat?"

"It isn't cheating if she doesn't hide and you bless it."

"You just want to fuck her."

"There isn't a man here that doesn't. She is advertising her
wares and abilities, drumming up interest, and letting us know
that she'll cheat. After Jim steps aside, every man she smiled at
will go for it. She smiles at everybody. Every man here will fuck
your wife whether you like it or not. You can't stop two people
who are determined to fuck. You can look generous and cool, or
pathetic and insecure while we're doing it, but make no mistake
about it, we are all going to fuck your wife."

"Damn!...I know you're right. I see that now. She is on the
prowl. What bothers me most is that she let the kids see this,
Susan especially. A sixteen-year-old virgin doesn't need a role
model like that."

"Bullshit. Franny is the perfect role model for Susan. Sex is
fun; openness is healthy; the body is beautiful; and marriage
needn't be a straight jacket. Women can mess around too, and a
woman must demand her sexual freedom. If Susan takes her mother's
messages to heart, she'll marry wisely and be happy in her
marriage. A father should want that for a daughter."

"Damn, Pete, I think you want to fuck my daughter, too."

"I sure wouldn't turn it down. She's a doll, just like her
momma."

"She is that."

"Who knows, she might want to hop on Pop. If she knows that Mommy
isn't taking care of Daddy, you might get some mercy pussy.
Daughters feel a sense of duty and obligation in these
situations."

"You sound as though you speak from experience."

"I'll never tell, but do I look unhappy? My Agnes is no raving
beauty, but I have three teenage daughters that are, and I'll put
any of mine up against your Susan any day. In fact, that sounds
damn good. What say we put Cathy and Susan up against each other,
then we'll get behind them. You get behind Cathy. I'll get behind
Susan. While they're making out, we'll pack their poopers for
them and make their pussies rub against each other. Beats crying
in our beer, don't it?"

Damn, that was a vision. He did have three little dolls, and I
assumed Cathy was the one that would match-up well with Susan.
Nothing winds my crank like the thought of two young chicks
getting it on, or fucking a girl in the ass. Franny won't take it
in the fanny, but it wasn't Franny's fanny that haunted my
dreams. Susan's fanny, however, has been an obsession for many
years. I'm a good dad except for the few dozen times that I have
fingered Susan's fanny over the years, and only when I get drunk
enough, and only because she seems to like it and never tells.

Franny isn't anal, but Susan must be to lie there and purr for me
the way she does. I always start off giving her a back rub and
end up fucking her ass with two middle fingers, but my little
girl never turns down one of my back rubs. For the past year, a
back rub starts with me pushing her night clothes up over her
head and pulling her panties off, getting those bothersome
fuckers out of the way from the start. I then go right for that
luscious ass of hers and start kneading, and squeezing, and
opening her cheeks to look at her goodies, and that girl has got
some goodies between her sexy legs, let me tell you. I will give
her back an occasional pass and I rub her legs, but my back rubs
are ninety percent devoted to the worship of her beautiful ass,
her adorable pink asshole, and her stunningly attractive pussy.
Instead of asking if she'd like a back rub, I may as well ask her
if she'd like Daddy to worship her ass. I have turned that kid
into a slut for a back rub, but I am too damn chicken to do
anything but fawn and worship.

Pete would have no such problem, and Pete struck a fantasy nerve
and knew it. I couldn't help but smile. We were both smiling as I
said, "Level with me, Pete. Are you fucking your girls? You can
tell me. Goes no further."

"All right, Pete. I'll level with you. Yes, I am. Now, you level
with me. Are you fucking Susan?"

"No, but I'm about to get me some ass. She loves a good
fingering, and I know she'll love a dick even more. I've been
sorely tempted."

"What about the pussy? Do you finger that, too?"

"She's a little pussy shy, but she'll let me get my finger wet."

"That's good. They're all pussy shy. You're going about this
right, but start paying more attention to her pussy. Help her get
over that shyness, but stay focused on her ass. Let her know that
ass is all you intend to fuck. That'll help her relax. Soon, you
can fuck pussy and cum in ass, and when it is safe to do so,
she'll let you cum in her pussy. After that, you have yourself a
convenient fuck that you can use for trade."

"Trade?"

"Yes, trade. I am well connected with others who have daughters
to swap. I'll be happy to trade with you after you get her broke
in, plus I can get you connected. Interested?"

"Yes, very."

"All right, then use this situation to advance the cause. Susan
is eating this shit up, knows where it's headed, and is dying to
see it get there."

"How do I advance the cause? I may as well. I can't impede it,
mitigate it, or control it?"

"Go with the flow. Be supportive. Be cool. Be generous. Go over
there and freshen their drinks for them. Be nice to them. Smile.
Cater to them. Treat them like a couple that are free to do as
they please."

"Damn, Pete! I thought you'd say ignore them, turn a blind eye. I
can do that. I'm good at that."

"Yes, but that's not enough."

"That's as far as I'm willing to go."

"I've got three honeys that love to fuck in any hole. Mine are
good and broke in. All I have to do is say, 'Be nice to Frank.'
All you'll have to do is kick back and enjoy the ride. If you
want to do that thing with Cathy and Susan, that is very doable.
Cathy loves the girlies. She would love to get her bisexual mitts
on Susan. I watched Susan. She does like pussy, and Franny is so
proud of her pussy right now, she'd let Susan pay homage to it.
Susan would love to. I saw that clearly. She is very proud of her
mom's sexy pussy and loves having people admire it, discuss it,
and praise it, which they are doing. Franny is eating that
vaginal praise up, and so is Susan,"

"Damn, I'd give my left nut to see Susan paying homage to her
mother's snatch."

"Then do as I tell you and go make Franny feel good about what
she's doing, and make Jim feel most welcome. Do it right, and
he'll spend the night. You'll be forced from your marital bed. Go
cry on Susan's shoulder and see how she handles that situation.
Ten to one, she'll take good care of her poor daddy."

"Do you think she will - honestly."

"I think she will if for no other reason than to support her mom
and Jim by taking you out of the picture. She wants those two
fucking whenever and wherever the mood strikes. She wants them
naked and out fucking where all can see, and she wants you to go
along. We all do, now go make it happen, because it won't happen
until Franny can see that you are okay with it. She's as ready as
she'll ever get, just waiting on you, big boy."

"Fuck it. I'm doing it. What are they drinking? Can you tell?"

"Looks like some sort of frozen daiquiri. Looks pink."

"One pitcher of strawberry daiquiris coming right up."

I made the pitcher and headed over wearing a warm smile, coming
up from behind on Franny's left. Jim sat on her right. She was
still perched on the arm of his chair with her right foot between
his legs. When I got there, I could plainly see his finger
stroking through the lips of her slimy cunt. That didn't stop
when I appeared, offering to refresh their drinks.

I caught Franny by surprise. She did stiffen and place a
shielding hand over her exposed crotch, but didn't try to pull
his hand out of her crotch, or try to pull her bunched skirt
down. She turned red as she held her glass up for filling. While
filling her glass, she gradually relaxed and found my warm
hospitality to be sincere, most welcome considering what I walked
up on, and saw them doing earlier, and heard her say while they
were doing it. She would think I had time to think it over and
got turned on by what I saw and heard and now wanted more, or at
least wanted to let her know that I wasn't upset by her slutty
behavior.

I'm not sure what she thought, but her shielding hand came away
to take Jim's glass and get it filled. Jim slipped her the finger
while I filled his glass and asked if there was anything else he
needed. He smiled like a welcome guy while entering her with two
fingers. She let her left leg go out to make that easier and to
show more, and to show me that my being there and staring at it
did not inhibit her in the least.

I have seen bold, shameless bimbos, but nothing like that. This
action demanded comment, but I was speechless, just gawking at
this guy finger fucking my wife's fucked pussy like he owned it.
Onlookers were expecting some sort of comment. Franny expected
something, and Jim almost demanded a response. This was a clear
challenge made from both of them. He took possession. Franny
surrendered it. I just stared like a dumy, but finally said, "You
look lovely tonight, Franny, very sexy."

That was good enough. She smiled to me, then looked into her
crotch as his fingers came out and pulled the right lip aside to
show a cummy slit and sperm-drooling hole, I suppose to see  if I
thought that was sexy, too. A dozen onlookers saw that vulgar
sight along with me, and they were quite amused when Jim scooped
a thick drool of cum from her open hole and spread it over her
erect clit, painting her prominent clit with their fuck while she
casually watched him do it then toy with it, pleased that I was
still there to see that.

I know she was pleased and proud of herself for not shying away
from that crude and dramatic exposure, another milestone crossed,
another hurdle down. She pleased him, then looked up to me
wearing a proud smile and said while Jim continued toying with
her clit, "Thank you, Frank. That means a lot to me that you
think I look sexy. I feel very sexy tonight - free and sexy. I
owe that all to Jim. He is helping me overcome my inhibitions and
shyness. [looking back to her crotch to see Jim scoop more fuck
and spread it] He is doing a very good job, don't you think?"

This was getting easier for me. The hardon helped. I said, "You
certainly have gotten over your inhibitions. I think Jim is doing
a very good job - an excellent job. Keep up the good work, Jim.
Make yourself right at home. Me casa es su casa; me espousa es su
espousa."

He looked at me like a redneck looks at a French waiter. I
clarified, "My house is your house, and she's all yours. I'll
keep your drinks fresh."

He understood that. I thought that was a good time to take my
leave. I did it. Pete saw it all and came back to the bar with
me. He praised me and said we were home free. I don't know about
free, but I was home which was also Jim's home. My wife was now
Jim's woman. I gave her to him in public. Those who weren't
actually there soon heard about it. Susan soon heard about it and
sought me out. I was still talking to Pete when she she came
bopping up and got between us. Pete let her in and placed an
overly friendly arm around her, hugging her tight to his side
with his arm around her upper back and the hand pressed against
the side of her right breast, distorting it, which was pretty
obvious because she didn't have a bra on, only a thin T-shirt.
That bothered her, but she didn't fight it. That bothered me, but
I ignored it, figuring Pete knew what he was doing.

I knew Susan wanted to speak to me in private, but Pete wasn't
about to let her go. We carried on small talk while Pete's hand
took liberties, taking more breast, getting closer to the
erecting nipple, making her very nervous and self-conscious at
first, but she gradually relaxed and simply went with it. Before
long, he held her by the tit, massaging the flesh in firm
squeezes while giving the nipple area stroking and pinching
tweaks. She gradually responded and liked that familiar touch
with me taking frequent note and saying nothing about it. He
played with her chest over her top until she was okay with that,
then dropped to her bare midriff and went under to play with her
naked chest. She didn't even flinch or stiffen when he did that,
and seemed totally at ease with letting this man play with her
tits in front of me. I grew confident in Pete's method when, at
first, I was sure he was blowing it.

Pete also gave her suggestive and intimate compliments, totally
inappropriate compliments, even crude. At first, she was greatly
put off and uncomfortable, but then seemed to suck them up until
he said she was a sexy little cunt just like her mother. I wanted
to slug him. Cunt was not a term used in our house, and you never
ever refer to any female as a cunt. Susan had been conditioned
and I fully expected her to turn outraged hellcat over that
remark.

She turned bright red, but not from embarrassment. That was a
strong flush of arousal made stronger by my not saying anything.
When she could speak, she thanked him for the compliment while
looking right at me, thinking that might shake me. It didn't. If
she thought cunt was a term of endearment, that was fine with me.
Cunt was her mother's hangup, not mine, and Jim got her mom over
that hangup. Maybe Susan knew that. She saw more fucking than I
did and must have heard more.  The shit her mother was saying was
worse than the shit she was doing. I only smiled as Pete's breast
molesting hand slipped down her front and pressed in between her
legs over her shorts.

That stiffened her and made her suck a sharp breath, but she
didn't try to get free or stop him from massaging her crotch the
way he massaged her breast. Her deep flush stayed. That clearly
felt better than a breast massage. After all that breast play,
she needed her pussy massaged. She soon welcomed that level of
familiarity even though he now stood close behind her with his
hard dick pressed hard into her luscious ass. This was lewd,
crude, and a clear case of child molestation, but our guests were
gathered around Franny and Jim and paying us no attention;
besides, Susan and Pete were on the far side of the bar with me
at the end, viewing from profile, holding one of Susan's hands to
help keep her calm and lend support.

She appreciated that support, because she was in the clutches of
a determined child molester and getting a good child molesting
from him. She wanted her daddy, but didn't want him to stop it. I
thought Pete might drop her shorts and try to stick his dick in
her ass. I wasn't sure she wouldn't let him if I didn't stop him.
I wasn't inclined to stop him if Susan showed no sign of
distress. I sorta wanted Pete to break her in for me. He was much
better at this than I was.

This was getting out of hand quickly, but so was my pool party.
Franny had her top off and some jerk was drawing cartoons on her
tits. Susan saw this and clearly thought that was great, proof
that I really did surrender her mother to Jim. She now felt
comfortable talking in front of Pete after I watched him push her
shorts and panties down to mid thigh, then slip his hands between
her legs. I was okay with that, so she was too. That felt much
better. Pete knew how to work a girl's pussy. She soon relaxed in
his capable hands and purred for him the way she does for me when
I have her ass sucking fingers.

Susan smiled when I looked up from her crotch. She smiled and
said, "Mom sure is having fun. I heard what you told her about
losing the inhibitions, thanking Jim for helping her lose them.
Me case es su casa; me espousa es su espousa. That was really
cool, Dad, and she does need to lose the inhibitions. He is
helping - a lot. I think it is so cool that you're not jealous
and don't mind sharing your wife with another man. I never
dreamed you could be that cool. I think that is very sexy in a
man - very sexy. I just wanted you to know that."

I smiled warmly and said, "Thank you, Susan. You're pretty cool
yourself," I said while watching her clit get a vigorousrubbing.

Susan could not speak while Pete did that, but when he slowed the
clit torture, she gave me a dreamy-eyed smile and said, "Like he
said, I'm just like my mom, only I don't have her inhibitions."

That was wishful thinking, but getting closer to being true.
Looking to her crotch, I said, "I see that. I think you are
acting mature beyond your years."

"I'm not a child, Daddy. I'm a sexy little cunt."

"You certainly are."

Pete said, "She's not a child, not between her legs she's not. I
think she inherited her mother's pussy."

That was the right thing to tell her. She turned her head to say
to him, "I did. Between the legs, we look exactly alike only her
pussy is a bit bigger. Do you think she has a beautiful pussy?"

"The finest I ever saw. Yours must be even finer. You are so firm
and tight. You feel like a virgin. That can't be possible. Is
it?"

"Yes, still got my cherry. Can't you feel it?"

He dug deeper, then said, "Ah yes, here it is, tight as a drum,
hardly been dented. Don't you masturbate?"

"Sure, all girls do, but I don't stick things in there that might
bust my cherry. Gotta save that for Mr. Right, and don't get any
ideas. You aren't right, you just feel good."

She sure told him. I thought that was pretty cool and praised her
with a kiss. She came away from that kiss and looked to me with
eyes that seemed to be seeing Mr. Right. It was like she was
saying with her eyes, "Daddy, I'm saving my cherry for you. Don't
let him take it."

I tapped Pete and said, "Go easy on that pussy, Pete. No dents."

"I'm being nice to it, just stroking it, that's all."

Susan said, "He's being good, Daddy. Don't worry. I can handle
myself, and your friend can handle my pussy as long as Jim is
free to handle Mom's. You can too, if you want - pussy, ass,
titties, whatever you want. I will have no inhibitions with you,
but you gotta let Jim do anything he wants with Mom. Is it a
deal?"

We all looked toward the gathering and saw Jim dropping Franny's
only article of clothing, the tight skirt. We watched it come off
and watched her do a slow turn in place with her arms raised to
the heavens. The group applauded all through her slow turn, then
she took a bow and showed us her ass. I looked to the amused and
smiling daughter and said, "That's his woman now. You gotta deal,
but on one condition."

"Name it."

"Take care of Pete. You got him all worked up and horny. The man
needs taking care of."

"All right. I'll take care of him. Tell me how you want me to do
that. I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"Then take him into your bedroom and fuck him."

That raised her eyebrows. She said, "Fuck him! Fuck him how? With
my ass or my pussy?"

"Ass. The pussy is for Mr. Right, and I am Mr. Right or we don't
have a deal."

I was right. I was Mr. Right. Her smile of relief told me so,
then she said, "Okay, Mr. Right, we have a deal. Come on, Pete.
Follow my ass."

She took him by the hand and led him off with her shorts still
hung at mid-thigh. After that gorgeous ass passed from view, I
turned my attention to the group, which now included my two sons,
and from what I could see, the central characters were reclined
on a lounger in the center of that group. I grabbed my pitcher
and went to see how their drinks were doing. The crowd parted to
admit me, and there she was, lying back over his nude body with
her legs hanging off each side. When I got over them, I could see
his dick fully inside her pussy. They weren't fucking, just
coupled. My boys were on their knees, sitting back on their heels
at the foot of the lounger getting an eyeful. Everyone got an
eyeful.

On seeing me with my pitcher, Franny asked for her glass, which
she left at her former table. Jim still had his and held it
aloft. I refilled his while my youngest son fetched his mother's
glass and handed it to her. She thanked him. He smiled and took
his former place to gaze upon decadence. I did some gazing myself
and spilled icy slush on Franny's decorated left boob, decorated
with the filthiest graffiti I might add. That chilled her but
thrilled her.

Boobs weren't the only thing decorated.  She had a bold sign on
her lower abdomen that said, "BASTARD IN THE MAKING." On her
inner thighs, right up next to pussy it read, "JIMS CUNT." My
boys can read, but Jim's cock in her cunt didn't need a sign.
That said, "JIMS CUNT" better than any sign could.

I didn't expect anything near this vulgar. I expected a public
exhibition of fucking, but this was unbelievable. The crowd did
seem to love it. No one looked upset. No one left the party.
Everyone seemed greatly amused and entertained. Even the ladies
thought this was great, a real hoot. Of course all the guys loved
it. Even decorated in filth, Franny is a lovely sight to look at
naked. The pussy was the best part, and that was all out there
and stuffed with an impressive cock. The boys loved seeing their
mother this way, and she loved having them see her this way, so
who was I to poop their party.

Franny couldn't believe I was okay with this, but I appeared to
be. I suppose to test me or further amuse her audience, she drew
both legs in and fanned open her crotch, putting that sign on
display along with a more vulgar view of stuffed cunt. She said,
"Stevie [our fourteen-year-old] wanted to write something on me,
so I let him decide what and where. He chose the area between my
legs and wrote this. Isn't he a stinker?"

Christ, my oldest son wrote that shit! I stayed cool and calm and
said, "Well, he spelled cunt with a C and not a K, but left out
the apostrophy that shows possession. That reads, the cunt of
many Jims. I assume he meant that this is Jim's cunt."

Franny said, "You're right, but maybe he did mean it that way.
[looking to Stevie] Is that what you meant, or did you mean to
say this is Jim Robert's cunt?"

Stevie smiled to her and sheepishly smiled to me, then back to
her to say, "I meant to say that your pussy is Jim Robert's
cunt."

"Then you better fix it."

Stevie got up and went for the laundry marker. Franny held her
obscene pose. The sight was breathtakingly vulgar and so
un-Franny. The fact that it was Franny made this so god-damn
entertaining. Involving our sons this way bothered me, but
everyone else thought that was great, a treat, a real hoot. The
boys sure loved it, and Stevie was a mother fucker wannabe if
ever there was one. That boy has been grounded for most of his
post-puberty months for trying to fuck her in her sleep, and each
attempt only got him one month with time off for good behavior.
Franny naps and naps like a stone. We both wondered how many
times he got away with it, because a one-month grounding was no
deterrent.

After giving it some thought, I could see why Stevie wrote what
he did, and where he chose to place it was a no-brainer. If he
had to write, I LOVE YOU, he'd write it between her legs. He
chose to label her Jim's Cunt because he was punished, not for
trying to fuck her, but for treating her like a whore, a cunt, a
piece of ass. The only time Franny ever used the term cunt was
when reading Stevie the riot act, and then she would use it to
excess. "I am not your damn cunt. I am your mother. I am nobody's
cunt." She was now. She obviously couldn't agree more.

When he returned, he boldly settled on his belly between their
legs, got right over her cunt, and carefully made the apostrophe.
That was a very bold apostrophe. When he finished, he said, "Can
I go over the rest so that it matches the apostrophe?"

Smart boy. Franny smiled and said, "Sure, if you want to."

That boy was in mother fucker heaven. He made a billboard between
her legs and managed to butt the S and the C right up to the cunt
lips. This operation took ten minutes, but when he was through,
Jim said, "Now, do her ass. I want a great big fucking whore on
her ass."

Stevie's eyes lit up as he said, "Fucking whore or just whore."

"Just whore, but use her entire ass and make her asshole the
center of the O."

I thought this was a bit much and thought Franny would think so,
too, but she stayed out of this. She got up, got off the dick,
got turned around, got back on the dick, and settled facing Jim
on her knees with her ass up. She took this opportunity to get in
a few long  strokes before settling to get labeled. Even then,
she didn't stop moving, but Stevie didn't mind and told her she
could fuck some more, just not fast. She did, just like a damn
whore, and her son labeled her, but he took his sweet time doing
it.

I watched about five minutes of this decadence, then remembered
that I had a daughter getting fucked. That was what I really
wanted to see, so I eased away and went to her room, hoping the
door wouldn't be locked, knowing it had to be. Pete would never
bang a minor behind a door someone could open, but he did, and
was, and my little punkin was purring on her belly, stark fucking
naked with a dirty old man sawing eight skinny inches of dick in
her behind.

I eased in and locked the door, then came close. Pete was all
smile, porking my baby in the butt, supported in the pushup
position, pumping her fanny. My baby just laid there with her
head resting on folded arms, getting fucked. She looked to me and
said, "I'm taking care of him."

"I see that."

"Is Mom taking care of Jim?"

I told her about the scene I witnessed and thrilled the piss out
of her. I had her fucking Pete. He got up on his knees and simply
let her work out. She worked her asshole over his dong while
playing with her pussy until I took over and did it for her. I
had pussy in one hand and tits in the other. That was decadent. I
felt about as perverted as a father can get, but it sure felt
good, and my little girl loved being naked while being worked
over by two grown men.

At one point, she looks to me and says, "Daddy, someone needs to
label me a whore. I love this. I can't wait to get fucked in the
cunt like a whore."

Pete said, "Well, sweetie pie, you'll get your wish, because I
know a lot of men that want to fuck that tight cunt of yours.
We'll treat you like a whore."

I started to set him straight, but Susan said, "Do it. I want you
to. I'll fuck any man you bring me. Fuck 'em and suck 'em, pick
any hole and they can cum in any hole. I don't care if I get
pregnant. I wanna get pregnant. I wanna be a pregnant whore like
my mom."

I knew Franny would have a bad influence on Susan. Pregnant whore
is not a good role model, I don't care what Pete says. Naturally,
he praised her, the pervert. Well, I remained silent and helped
her get her cookies as Pete got his. Then, it was my turn, and
she was raring to go. She flipped onto her back, yawned her legs,
and begged me to fuck her. I asked Pete to leave us alone.

After Pete reluctantly left, I locked the door and took a seat at
the hip of a girl who thought she'd be getting fucked like a
whore. She looked perplexed and disappointed. She said, "Don't
you want to?"

"Sit up, Susan. Sit beside me. We need to talk."

She slowly got up and sat beside me. I put a fatherly arm around
her and said, "You will not be a whore, and you will certainly
not be a pregnant whore."

"But Dad..."

"No buts. Your mother is not a whore, but there is a good chance
she'll be getting pregnant. That doesn't make her a whore."

"Daddy, how do you define whore? I've seen her. By any definition
except prostitute, Mom is a whore, and a happy whore."

"That may be, but she is trying something new and getting a bit
carried away with it. She will come down from this sexual high,
maybe not as down as she used to be, but she won't stay like this
after Jim moves on, and he will move on."

"Why, he likes fucking her. He loves fucking her. She loves
getting fucked by him. Why would he leave?"

"Because he does this and moves on to other conquests. After he
wins totally, he loses interest, and he just won totally. He
might savor the victory for a while, but he'll move on."

"No, he can't!"

"Yes, he can. He will, and your mother knows that. She's milking
this for all she can, getting the most from the experience.
Things will return to normal, or near normal, but they will be
looser. I think we can say cunt now, and Stevie might get no
dessert for fucking her. He might get more dessert for fucking
her. I'm not sure, but fucking a mother is now a misdemeanor, and
treating her like a cunt is fine with the cunt."

She laughed, slowly grew silent, then said, "What do I get,
fingers. I'm tired of fingers. You know what I want, and you know
where I want it."

"You'll get what you want where you want it, but I'll cum in your
ass."

She smiled big and said, "You gotta deal."

"IF...if you will pay homage to your mother's cunt."

"Pay homage? What do you mean by pay homage?"

"Worship her cunt with your mouth."

"Eat her pussy?"

"Yes, and let me watch. Stevie and Brian would love to see that,
too."

"She'd never let me do that."

"I think she would. Let us all watch."

"All who? You don't mean all of them, do you?"

"Sure, why not. They love this shit, and your mother has become
quite the showman. That won't change after Jimmy leaves. She'll
be doing things with Stevie and Brian, but doing things with you
would be a major attraction. Mother/daughter lesbo action is hot
stuff Susan. Those are her favorite porno themes, and the showman
in her must want that for her audience."

"I can't picture that. That would be majorly kinky to do in
private, but as a performance for that many people, wow...that's
a lot more than she's done. That's like way kinky...superkinky."

"Our friends demand only the best in their kinky entertainment.
Franny knows them and knows what they like. If she saw a leaning,
she'd encourage it."

"A leaning?"

"Be a cunt nut, Susan. Be bonkers over pussy. Act lesbian. She'll
be giving the boys pussy from now on. I'm sure of that. If you
wanted pussy, too, she'd give you some."

"Well, that would be kinda neat. I could act lesbian but I
wouldn't want that to get around."

"We'll swear an oath of secrecy, a family secret. As for the
guests. Don't worry. Now that minors are involved, they wouldn't
want any of this to go anywhere."

"Okay, I'm a lesbian, but you better remember that I'm not, and
you better take care of my needs or I will be a whore. You better
believe I'll get pregnant."

"Don't you worry about that. Daddy will take good care of you,
but this is not the time or the place. We should rejoin the
party."

"I'm all for that. I wanna see some more fucking."

"You will, but take this opportunity to do some leaning, and if
you see an opportunity, lean in and kiss some pussy. If she lets
you kiss it, lick it. If she lets you lick it, suck it. If she
lets you suck, gorge yourself."

"Wow...I'm pretty sure she'll let me kiss it. No telling where
that'll lead."

"If it leads to her letting you gorge yourself on her fucked
cunt, I know where it will lead. It'll lead to you becoming a
pregnant whore."

I said that to see her reaction, and her reaction said she wanted
that very much. She said, "Are you serious?"

"I believe so, and if your mother wants one, I won't stand in her
way."

"Daddy, I am going to kiss her cunt so good she'll want me to
lick it. I'll lick it so good she'll be begging for a suck job.
My suck job will make her spread her legs wide and stay that way
while I gorge myself on fuck. If that's what it takes to get her
to want a pregnant whore and get you to go along, I'll suck that
fucking whore till her head caves in."

"That's the spirit. Why don't you go shave that whore cunt of
yours bald and then put on something that can't hide it."

"How 'bout my cheerleader uniform with nothing on under it?"

"I dare you."

"Oh, you dare me! Just for that, I'm coming out wearing only the
skirt. I'm coming out barefoot and topless. Dare me?"

"Double dog."

"You're on, Mister Right. Nobody double dares this
whore...nobody. You go double dog dare Phil to fuck me in the ass
while I'm sucking Mom's cunt."

I smiled and left her, wondering if she had the balls. She sure
seemed determined. If she did come out wearing only her
cheerleader skirt, she would cause quite a stir and steal the
spotlight from her mother. I wasn't sure how that would go over,
but Franny had only herself to blame for setting the example she
set. I figured I'd let her deal with it, but if Susan ended up
chowing down on Franny, a butt fucking would go over good.

Stevie was still putting a whore on his mother's ass, but I could
see what took him so long. The whore was fucking on the full
length of her stud's dick. His artwork was a mess and both hands
were sopping wet to the elbows. He was an intimate part of this
fucking and only wrote when he could. Franny kept losing the
dick, but Stevie helped her get it back each time. He kept one
hand on the cock and one holding a marking pen, but when he
needed two hands, he reversed the pen and sent it up her ass,
using her asshole as a pen holder. I was surprised she tolerated
that. She not only tolerated it, she held still for it.

I got Phil off to the side and said, "This shit is getting heavy,
Phil. Is this usual?"

"I don't think so. Stevie is the driving force. You missed him
fucking her in the ass."

"He fucked her in the ass!"

"Yes, and fucked her good. He made her cum. She isn't Jim's cunt,
she's Stevie's whore. We've been praising that boy up one side
and down the other, and so has she. Jim can take a hike any time
he's ready. We won't miss him, not with Stevie running the show.
He's a generous little shit. He has promised everyone all the
pussy they want. Mommy acts like he has the right."

"If she gives him the right, he does. By the way, Susan says
she's coming out wearing only her cheerleader skirt, that and a
shaved bald pussy."

"Fuck! Do you think she will?"

"Don't know. How will that go over?"

"Are you kidding...with this crowd?"

"Yes, but what about Franny? Susan will steal her thunder."

"She does want all the attention. I suppose it depends on what
Susan does."

"She swears she's going down on Mommy."

"If she does that, I think Mommy will welcome the addition like
she welcomed Stevie."

"I hope you're right. If this does go down, and Susan goes down,
and Franny welcomes it, I have been dared to double dog dare you
to fuck Susan in the ass while she's chowing down on Mommy. Are
you up to it?"

"If she goes down on Franny, I'll soon be up."

"Will you do it?"

"I'll have to wait and see how the crowd reacts. That would be
awfully risky. There may be someone here who thinks that goes
over the edge. It would only take one and we'll be up to our
nipples in snoopy social workers. I can't afford that."

"I can't either. Have you noticed anyone looking down their nose
at this shit? Has anyone left?"

"I don't think anyone left. You would know better than I."

I made a quick survey and head count and came up with
twenty-eight, but I never counted before going off with Susan. I
said, "Looks about right. The people I thought might leave are
still here."

"I haven't noticed anyone looking upset. I've been keeping my eye
on the ladies. They all look like they are loving this shit. They
are giving Franny lots of support and encouragement, and they
adore Stevie. That boy has been promised more pussy than he knows
what to do with. One of those whispered promises got his mom
fucked in the ass."

"Who whispered?"

"Cynthia Edwards."

"I wouldn't fuck her with your dick."

"I asked her what she told him. She offered him her daughter."

"Giselle!"

"Giselle...sweet thirteen and never been fucked."

"He has a heavy duty crush on Giselle."

"Cynthia knows that. He tried to rape her in their home with them
home. She needs to be bound and gagged. Cynthia promised to strip
her and hold her for him."

"You gotta be shittin' me!"

"I'm not shittin' you, and she offered to hold her for me, so I
asked about you. She offered to hold her for both of us. Heads or
tails?"

"Tails. Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. Just set a  date."

"Phil, you are a buddy."

"Let me manage Susan and I'll get you all the tight tail you
want. She wants to be managed. We discussed it. She's willing to
do anything. She'll work stag parties, pull trains, do chicks,
even mutts, and she wants to get knocked up."

"She'll fuck mutts. She said that!"

"She said anything. She'll do mutts, suck and fuck, on video.
Why, does that wind your crank?"

"It's not a turnoff. I just can't picture Susan getting humped by
a mutt."

"I'll get the pictures. You get me Susan."

"You'll have to get Susan from Franny, but don't mention the
mutts to Franny. On second thought, maybe you should. I don't
know anymore. That might sway her in your favor, or it might blow
the deal."

"Best not mention it, then. Mothers are funny about that shit.
Cynthia won't hold Giselle for a mutt. We discussed that."

"You've got big balls, Pete."

"Well, she was so agreeable, I didn't see that it would hurt to
ask. She wasn't put off by my asking. She just said she wouldn't
hold her. She didn't say we couldn't, and she smiled when she
said it."

"Damn!"

"She wants the kid thoroughly molested. I assured her we were the
right men for the job. She assured me we had nothing to fear as
long as we didn't injure her, and that pregnancy was not an
injury. She told me to save the rubbers for some other sexy
little bitch."

"Fuck. Just proves you can't judge people by looks or occupation.
Cynthia is an author of children's books. Christ, speaking of
looks, look what just walked out."

"JESUS!"

Susan emerged onto the patio looking like a cheerleader wet
dream. She looked nervous and padded straight for us, head high,
shoulders back, tits vibrating proudly. Few noticed, but word was
slowly getting around. She came to stand where we would block the
view of most, saying, "I did it. All the hair is gone and I'm
naked under this skirt. Daddy, I am so nervous. Suppose they
laugh? Suppose Mom gets pissed?"

Pete chucked her under the chin and said, "No one will laugh, and
your mother will only get pissed if you steal the attention away
from her. If you draw attention to her with your sexy bod, she'll
be thrilled. Now, lose the stage fright or you'll never make it
as a performing whore. We've been discussing your career. I have
big plans for you and your sexy cunt. Show us what you can do.
Let's see some pussy pride. Step back where they can all see you
and show us your cunt. Show the front then the rear, and show it
like you want it knocked up. Do it right, and Jim might knock it
up for you tonight."

My excited daughter looked to me. I saw that Jim was Mr. Righter.
She wanted my okay. I smiled and gave her a nod. She smiled and
stepped back. Everyone was now looking to Susan, even Jim and
Franny. Franny stopped fucking to watch, but Stevie didn't. He
was fucking her ass again, having himself a ball, but he also
watched his topless sister with keen interest. I do believe that
was the first time he saw her tits. Brian, our resident tit man,
got up to see closer.

Susan gave her audience a looking over, then turned to face Jim,
looking right at Jim. She then drew the skirt up and showed her
shave, totally inverting the skirt while bowing her knees out.
She showed pussy, showed it well, and awed the crowd. I watched
her mom. Franny didn't know what to make of this. I couldn't tell
whether she approved or disapproved.

After showing the front view very well, she turned around and
bent way over with her feet planted wide. That was the way to
show pussy, ass and pussy, and she did that very well while
undulating her pelvis in a rear grind that sent a message no stud
could mistake. Jim wanted that cunt and called her over.

Now, I could see concern etched on Franny's face, and she shoved
Stevie out of her ass like he was a pesky ass fucker. That pissed
Stevie off. He got off the lounger and stood with folded arms,
fuming at his whore. I felt like taking master Stevie aside and
telling him the facts of life, which his inflated ego and
oversized head blinded him to. His whore was still his mother,
and he needed to know when she was which and act accordingly, or
he'd get his little impudent ass whipped.

Pete and I followed Susan over to the group, but this wouldn't go
well unless Jim handled it right. Franny was not about to
surrender that cock to her daughter or any other young slut, and
it was a young slut that strutted her stuff over there and stood
close so that Jim could feel-up her pussy while she held the
skirt up so that he could see and feel.

Susan had a powerful case of pussy pride going and wanted it
played with. She also wanted to show Jim that she had a cherry
pussy, and demonstrate a willingness to have him end that
condition. She did that when he told her to turn around and bend
over. She demonstrated a willingness and eagerness to fuck like
no whore ever did, and did that right in her mother's face with
Jim getting his two middle fingers fucked by the cherry beaver.

When Susan first did that, I thought Franny would explode, but
the more Franny saw, the less explosive she became, until she
appeared to be enjoying the demonstration. When Stevie decide to
reassert his authority over his whore, the whore let him. She
took the hard spanking he gave her, then took the hard cock he
gave her, and when Jim pulled Susan back and into her mother's
face, Franny ate pussy. Franny gorged herself on young pussy and
thrilled the piss out of one junior whore.

I'm serious. Susan pissed. She couldn't help herself. I know she
wouldn't do that on purpose, but she leaked piss continually, not
a steady flow, but a steady leak, and Franny had to lick a leaky
pussy if she wanted to lick that pussy. She had to want to more
than not because she did. The piss didn't seem to bother her any.
She didn't avoid that leaky spot. If anything, she teased that
spot to make it leak more.

This was bizarre but quite popular, so popular that half the
ladies were playing with themselves, and three were getting
fucked by dicks they weren't authorized to be getting fucked by.
Fucking Agnes was first to fuck. Another was Cynthia, and her
fucker was her husband's boss. My boss, too. His wife was
masturbating to it, so the boss wasn't in any trouble. All
around, guys were jacking off or being jacked off. All of the
women were being stripped. Some were helping and others simply
allowed it. Few seriously resisted. Bit by bit, item by item, the
crowd turned fleshy and messy. An orgy was underway, so me and
Pete stripped down and looked for willing pussy. By the time we
got down to flesh, willing pussy was any pussy.

This impromptu orgy came on fast and hit hard. We were a cranked
up group. Once we got cranked up, we hardly paid any attention to
the catalyst for this orgy. When I next noticed them, Susan was
flat on her back on the deck getting the stuffings fucked out of
her by Jim with Franny over her in reverse on hands and knees,
grinding pussy in her face while licking the fuckers. Stevie was
on his knees behind his whore, still fucking her in the ass.

I got to fuck three women I had been dying to fuck and ate a few
others I had always wanted to eat. We had some damn fine looking
ladies in our group. They all looked better with no clothes on,
and they all needed a good raunchy rut. When we turned our
attention back to the main act, they were being good and raunchy
for us. Franny was awesome, queen of the raunch. She left no
doubt that her daughter was now a whore, and seemed to want her
pregnant. She was urging Jim to cum deep in her cunt.

Cynthia loved it. She was beside me, rocking on Pete's dick,
trying to keep it hard enough to stay in. Brian was having
himself a ball playing with her big jugs. Naturally, she asked
him if he'd like to fuck her sexy daughter. I think she offered
to hold Giselle for every dick there. I doubt any turned her
down. If Giselle was virgin, she was in for a rough week.

Our little orgy lasted through the weekend. People came and went,
but we still had a few going late Sunday night. Susan was screwed
solid with little rest. Cynthia brought Giselle over and bound
her to a bed. Pete brought over his girls and a few mutts. Others
went home and came back with kids and mutts. We had a merry time
for a straight bunch of upwardly mobile professionals, and every
weekend after that was a fucking ball.

We owed it all to Jim who didn't even stay through that first
weekend. Like the Lone Ranger, he did his job and rode off into
the sunset leaving us to muse, "Who was that guy?"

Turns out, nobody knew who brought him in, where he came from,
where he went, or if he was even a  kick boxer named Jim Roberts.
Whoever he was, he sure turned our lives around for the
raunchier. Those of us with daughters turned them into whores and
then let Pete manage them any way he pleased. If you ask me, Pete
hired that guy. Whenever I bring that up to Pete, all I get is
his stupid grin and another tape of my daughter doing anything.
That's better than just a stupid grin any day.

                                                         The End

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