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Copyright (C) 1997 and 2002, Phil Phantom

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                           Good Cop, Bad Cop
                           By: Mister Peebody


Don Bradshaw loved fucking Sally "Suckemsilly" Jones, and now that she
was another man's new wife, he loved fucking her voracious, man-eating
squeeze box even better.

The years treated her well. She never looked better, now thirty-two.
He first boinked her when she was eighteen, fresh out of her first
brief marriage, now in her fifth, only this marriage showed promise of
lasting over a year, having already passed the halfway mark. This
time, Sally struck pay dirt.

Her old man was loaded and on the road most of the time. He even had
the decency to call ahead before arriving home after each business
trip so Sally could ready the house, run out all the studs muffins,
and clean the ash trays.

Sally was part wife, part live-in whore, and part baby sitter to his
sixteen-year-old daughter that he wanted monitored at all times when
she was not in school. A day maid came in twice a week and took care
of all the real chores. Sally was free to shop and screw, the two
things Sally was good at.

The night was young and they were relaxing in the master bed, smoking
cigarettes after a good, hard fuck. Sally blew smoke at his limp
schlong, smiled, and said, "You're finally showing your age, Randy
Don. Three years ago, you'd still be hard. I think I'll start calling
you Gramps."

The fifty-five-year-old drifter said, "Three years ago, you were in
your twenties."

Sally laughed, then said, "You always did like them young. That's
mainly why you're here, that and the monster cock you pack."

"Oh...explain."

"How would you like some sweet-sixteen virgin pussy, Gramps?"

"Janet?"

"Yes, Janet. You like? I can arrange it."

"What's not to like. She's a doll, but I thought you said she hated
your guts."

"She does, and that's why I want her fucked and fucked good.
Interested?"

"What, in rape?"

"Rape is a strong term. I was thinking more along the lines of sexual
molestation with some hard fucking thrown in. We have two weeks to do
the job right, and she just started spring break; plus, I happen to
know her period ended last week. She'll be fertile soon - a bonus."

"A bonus?"

"Yes. It would please me no end to knock the little bitch up. Her
Daddy would whip her ass good for getting pregnant, and he wouldn't
buy any bullshit about sexual molestation. That's why I have to watch
her constantly. He swears she's putting out. In his mind, any girl
that good looking would have to be. He knows I'm bisexual. I think he
figures I can scratch her itches for her and get her to want the
others scratched at home. He has a rampaging case of blue balls for
her."

"Can't say I blame him."

"Interested in helping out?"

"That is a worthy cause, but I don't sexually molest minors or anyone
else for that matter."

"I know. Believe me, Randy Don, you weren't my first choice, but those
that would be are too chicken shit. They're afraid of her old man and
they don't believe me when I tell them that he wouldn't mind one bit.
They know he'd hang them out to dry if this ever reached the
authorities. You can disappear right after and never get caught even
if nosy social workers or the cops did buy her story. You have balls.
You also have the biggest cock, and that's mainly what I want, a cock
that will turn her off to men like the giant cock that raped me did
for a while. I just need her turned off to men for a while."

"So you can move on her and she'll be more receptive."

"Well, nothing else works. It's worth a try. Once I get her broken in,
I can bring her into the master bedroom and introduce her to a cock
that's just right for her - Daddy's cock. I became bisexual after that
rape. My rape took me years to get over."

"You certainly got over it in a big way."

Sally smiled her devilish smile, grabbed his cock, and purred, "Thanks
to guys like you, I did. You were the biggest and the best, Don, no
shit. I have never found a better fuck than Randy Don, and I looked
hard, all over, believe me."

"Oh, I believe you. I hear that a lot, and I've heard it from girls
younger than Janet, so your theory about her hating men after sex with
the best has no foundation, rhyme, or reason to it. By the way,
fucking you is like opening a window and fucking the world."

She laughed, gave his massive lump a hard squeeze, and said, "Liar. I
do exercises. I can hold a steel rod in my squeeze box while standing
with my legs apart, and I can slip a wedding ring off a man's finger
with it, so bite me, asshole."

Now, Don smiled. Sally laid back, took a drag on her cigarette, then
blew smoke rings. She said, "Anyway, a good rape by a big-dicked older
man will probably set her off men for a while. If you gave it too her
that way, hard and without mercy, I might stand a chance."

"I don't fuck beginners that way, so there is slim chance of this
working."

"Right now, I stand no chance at all. She hates my guts. Hell, I'm so
mean to her, she has every right to hate me, but damn, she is so god
damn frustrating. She makes me so fucking mad. I can't help being mean
to her. All I get is dirty looks and rejection, and we have to live
together under the same roof, in each other's face constantly. I want
a girlfriend, not a step daughter. I want someone to shop and play
with, someone to dress up and get silly with, and when we get home, I
want someone to get naked and sweaty with. God, that little bitch
turns me on."

"What you're saying is, you blew it bad and you want me to unfuck this
mess for you."

"Yeah, but I have it all figured out, and it'll work. I know it will.
She's not the type to blab, not to her dad, not to the cops, not to
anyone. She is exactly like me when I was her age. When shit happened,
especially sexual shit, I tried to cover it up and pretend it away.
She's like that. I tested her. Boy did I test her. You can molest her
all you want. She won't say shit."

"Exactly how did you test her?"

"By doing shit to her, sexual shit. For a full week, I made her stay
naked. I shaved her pussy, still do, every fourth day so half the time
she has to deal with itchy stubble. I even put stinging nettles in her
bra and panties and sent her off to school - done that quite a few
times. I have whipped her tits, ass, and pussy with a belt while she
was tied S&M style. I have literally wailed the shit out of her. I
even had her nipples pierced and put rings in them. I clamp her to
things by her rings. I once put a cigarette out in her cunt. I got
carried away, but I was drunk, and this guy I was with wanted to see
me do it. He dared me. No one dares me when I'm drunk."

"That was incredibly dumb, Sally, even for being drunk."

"I know, and I apologized to her the next day. Luckily, she was wet.
It didn't even raise a blister, but that should tell you how bad I got
and how much she hates me. I tested her, believe me."

"I see why you have a problem. I never knew you had that side, Sally."

"Look, I did most of that shit weeks ago, and mostly when I was drunk.
I have backed off of the S&M shit. I just wanted to test her to see if
she'd squeal on me. Besides, she's a tough little shit. She'll take
the worst I can dish out and then spit in my face. She'll do what I
order her to do, because her father put me in full charge, but she'll
let me know exactly how she feels about the order. I think it would
have to get bloody before she'd cry uncle or go crying to her daddy. I
could never really hurt her. Anyway, I need help with her, and you're
at the top of my `B' list."

"Well, I support your motives, but you're going about this all wrong.
Your plan will only make things worse, and setting her up to be raped
might be the straw that breaks the camel's back. She may not call
Daddy; she might just dial 911. They teach them that in school, you
know."

"Can you think of a better one?"

"I believe so, but I need to see the interaction between you and Janet
before I can formulate a workable plan."

"Well, she's home. Want me to go fetch her. I've done it before. I've
had her sit in a chair right at the bedside and watch me cheat on her
father. I've done that lots of times. She just glares at me.
Sometimes, I throw fuck in her face or rub my fucked cunt on her body.
She hates getting yucky fuck on her little princess body. How's that
for interaction?"

"Not what I had in mind. I was thinking more along the lines of us
taking a smoke break with her, say out in the living room, just the
way we are. In fact, let the fuck roll down your legs. Let her see it.
Talk to her. Ask her about her day. If she gets snotty, respond as you
normally, but don't go getting into any S&M, slappy slut shit or I'm
outta here, understand?"

"You always were a pussy cat. Can I at least strip her down so you can
see what you'll be getting. I shaved her this morning. I know how you
like your pussy bald. You have never seen a pussy like that kid has
between her sexy legs. That's one full, juicy, grade-A cunt clam, a
Georgia peach, and those tits, gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous. My rings
help, but those pink-nosed puppies were fantastic without the rings."

"No, don't fuck with her, just talk. Talk mean and nasty if you feel
so inclined, but don't do anything. A few minutes is all I need. We'll
take a smoke break with her and then come back in here."

"I'm ready and leaking. Hand me a smoke."

They got out of bed. Sally accepted the cigarette, lit up, then said,
"If she holds true to form, she'll be seated between the master
bedroom and the front door so that she can intimidate my house guest
on his way out. Ten to one, she'll be sitting on the sofa where she
was when you arrived. She likes to intimidate them on the way in,
too."

"If she is, I'll sit beside her. I'd like you to pull up a chair close
to her so that you block the TV."

"Sounds like a plan. She's never seen a cock like this. I'll say one
thing for you, Randy Don, you look as big soft as you do hard. She'll
shit when she sees Brutus. Think nasty thoughts and show her what a
true fuck muscle on a real man looks like. The little bitch will shit
her panties if you can muster up one of your pulsing bitch splitters.
Ready?"

"Ready."

                                  * * *

Indeed, Janet was seated on the sofa watching TV when they emerged,
naked, Don's foot-long schlong swinging like a wet horse cock. Copious
fuck ran down both of Sally's legs to the heels. Janet noted both
crotches, blushed, then tore her eyes away and faced the TV with her
arms folded under her perky tits.

As Sally went to fetch a dining room chair, Don studied the girl in
profile from the end of the sofa. Lovely didn't even come close. The
woman/child was gorgeous, a living doll in alabaster, looking as soft
as a baby duck's belly. Her father had every right to worry about her
getting some off the property. Free to date, she'd be every jock's
dream conquest. She'd probably fall in love with the first one that
made her tits vibrate, and that would be that.

She still had on her school clothes - a skirt with a pleated hem that
rested at mid-thigh on the most delicious looking legs he'd ever seen,
legs even better than Sally's and he didn't think that were possible.
The white blouse was puffed out by two breasts that were perfect for
her frame which was shapely with a wisp of a waist cinched wispier by
a two-inch patent leather belt that matched her shoes. Janet looked
expensive, bored, frustrated, and furious. Sally did not exaggerate.
 From years of experience in undressing female packages, nude, that
expensive, bored, frustrated, and furious girl had to be stunning.

As Sally set her chair in place at Janet's closed knees, Don plopped
down on Janet's right. He noted that her eyes went to his cock which
laid over his left thigh, presenting a sight any female would find
hard not to glance at, like a snake poised to strike her between the
legs. His one-eyed python appeared to be looking up Janet's skirt. He
said, "Hello there."

Janet ignored him, tugged at her hem, and tried to see around Sally
when she took her seat. Sally leaned right to counter that attempt,
saying, "Forget the fucking TV; we're here to visit. So, how was your
day?"

Janet glared into Sally's face and said, "Boring, as usual. Now, can I
watch my program?"

"No." Sally leaned back in her chair with her ass at the edge, then
placed one bare foot on the sofa on Janet's left, letting the knee
fall out and down, lewdly showing off her fucked beaver."

Janet looked but made a disgusted face, then looked up to say, "You're
disgusting."

"You're a prude."

"I am not a prude, but when I marry a man, I'll be faithful to him,
and I will always clean up after we have sex. I certainly wouldn't go
around showing my used vagina off to minors after I had cheated on
him."

Sally made a beaver, then made it gross by using both hands to pull
the lips apart, saying, "I'm not ashamed of what we do. My husband
knows I let other men dump their loads in my cunt."

Don could see Janet checking out his growing member, now filled with
enough blood to lift free of the thigh - the python now eyeing tits.
She also glared into the beaver Sally showed off before she fired
back, "Yeah, I don't see you messing around when he's home!"

Now, she stared at his cock again as Sally said, "When he's home, I'm
faithful, and stop looking at my lover's cock, you horny little slut!"

Janet's eyes shot up and she turned beet red as she said, "I am not a
slut, and I wasn't looking at that. I just didn't want to look your
way. Where else is there to look, at the wall?"

"I say you're lying. I say your slut pussy is all puffy and slobbery
from gawking at my lover's big cock."

"It is not, and I wasn't gawking at that."

"You were gawking at the carpet just beyond his cock, I suppose.
[Sally's, right foot came over to the hem of Janet's skirt and moved
the hem up by several inches] Let's check out the crotch of your
panties for a wet spot, shall we? We'll soon see what you were gawking
at and drooling over."

With the hem pushed almost to the crotch, Janet grabbed Sally's ankle
to halt further progress like a girl with a wet spot in her panties,
saying, "Stop that!"

"Fuck you! Get your fucking hand off me and spread your fucking
legs...NOW!"

Janet fumed but was clearly about to obey. Don reached over and set
Sally's foot at the edge of the sofa, surprising everyone. He then
placed his arm around Janet's shoulders protectively while tugging her
hem back into place, saying, "Leave her alone, Sally."

For a man with a big hardon, a pulsing twat splitter, this seemed odd
behavior. Janet looked from his throbbing man muscle up to his face as
Sally said, "Don't boss me, Don. Remember, you are a guest in my
house, and I am in charge of her. She does what I tell her to do, and
I want to see if this lying slut has a wet cunt from staring at your
cock."

"I understand that this is your house and that you are in charge of
her, but if you want me to remain, there are certain behaviors I will
not tolerate. You had best respect that."

Sally pouted. Janet looked from one to the other in awe. After placing
his arm around her shoulder, she slowly settled into his shoulder with
her cheek resting on his left breast as he stroked the other cheek and
brushed hair from her eyes. She could not help looking at his giant
cock, standing tall and pulsing just a few inches from her face,
filling her field of vision, blocking all view of carpet.

When Janet's cock gawking became obvious to all, Sally angrily said,
"I thought I told you to stop staring at my lover's cock, bitch!
[scooping a big wad of fuck from her crotch] Here, you want some?"

Sally lunged and almost got her messy palm to Janet's face, but Don
intercepted the hand at the wrist, saving Janet again. He said, "I
said none of that shit, Sally. Come on. Break's over, or I'll just
dress and be off. Your choice."

Don sat up, releasing Janet. Sally pouted, then got up, saying, "Oh,
all right, but she deserved it, and she'll get it when you leave. I'll
sit on her slut face and give her all the fuck she wants."

Janet snarled, "Try it and I'll bite your filthy cunt, you whore."

Don stopped Sally's comeback and forcefully led her back to the master
bedroom. Once inside, Sally said, "What was that all about?"

"I have a workable plan - good cop, bad cop."

"I need more than that, and I'd prefer a plan with no cops in it -
good or bad."

"It's a technique cops use in interrogations to win trust and
cooperation. We've already laid the ground work. You're the bad guy.
I'm the good guy. Janet now sees me as her protector, a decent man, a
man of scruples, a man who has a measure of control over you because I
have a big dick."

"Yeah, so how does that help me?"

"I build on that and slowly get her to be the kind of step daughter
you want. I can also build on that to get her to let me knock her up
if you still want that."

"I still want that. Turns me on. Kinky, bitch, ain't I?"

"You always were. Anyway, I think it will work, but I have a wish list
I want filled out of this."

"Name it."

"I have a few friends that are into making porn. I could make a nice
bundle off that girl in a few sessions. They're into some pretty kinky
stuff - lesbian shit, mutts, piss, gang fucks, inter-racial, kiddy
porn, light S&M, some tattooing, nothing her father is likely to
object to, but her Stanford fiancee might want an explanation."

"She doesn't have one."

"She will, Stanford or some other ivy league dweeb who never expected
a tattooed fiancee."

Sally smiled her devilish smile and said, "Kinky. I'm game if you
think you can pull it off."

"You can co-star in it if you'd like."

"I like. How soon can we start rolling the cameras?"

"Three days, maybe four."

"That soon? I'd be very impressed, but you underestimate her. Don't
let her fascination with your cock fool you. She is fascinated by all
cocks, but she treats them all the same. They are all snakes and they
all have poison. Still, they are fascinating to look at, and your cock
is the most fascinating one she's seen so far."

"I understand. She's a typical sixteen-year-old girl."

"She is not typical. She's a virgin, and her goal is to be a virgin on
her wedding night. Makes me want to puke, but she's serious. Her dead
mother filled her head with a ton of old-fashioned values, things
like, don't fuck dogs, don't eat pussy, don't drink piss, and for god
sakes don't ever let anyone get any of that on film. It'll come back
to haunt you."

"That kid is torn between two worlds and only needs a slight push one
way or the other."

"She has been pushed by a bull dozer with me driving."

"Yes, when all she needs a feather push by the right man. Little Janet
has a hot pussy between her legs that drives her mad, but you can't
push or drag her, you can only lead her by the pinky, and I'm not
talking about a little finger. "

"You may be right. Her pussy is usually wet, and the sexy little clam
is slobbery wet after one of my twat shaves. So far, I haven't dove in
head first, but it takes all the strength I have to just give it a
slap and get up. By the way, that twat slobber of hers is like nectar.
I have to come to this room and frig off while licking my fucking palm
after a good pussy slap."

"I can imagine. I'll have her feeding it to you before long, and
before she feeds you, she'll dine between your sexy legs. That's a
promise."

"A hollow promise."

"Sally, that girl is as interested in your pussy as she is in my dick.
All that shit you're picking up on is her mask, her only defense, and
she feels she needs one around you or she'd end up being your fawning
pet. That scares the hell out of her, but trust me - if you ever sat
on her face, she'd bite but not hard enough to stop you from doing it
again. That girl could very easily become your best friend and lover.
You just need to carefully and gently remove her mask. You do that by
proving to her that you are no threat and there's no need for a
defense."

Sally leapt onto the bed and rolled to her back with two fingers
working in her soupy twat, saying, "If that happens, I will die and go
straight to bisexual heaven, Don. That would be a dream come true.
I'll erect a statue in your honor and have it placed on the front
lawn."

Don laid down beside her, then rolled onto her and inserted his mighty
cudgel, saying, "I'll hold you to that, you cheating whore."

"Music to my ears. Uummm, god, I love your cock. I can't wait to see
it in Janet, right to the balls. You'll make her go cross-eyed."

"You won't see my cock go in to the balls until she can handle it.
Remember, I'm the good guy, always."

"So, am I bad always? I want her to be my best friend."

"You will be bad until she comes around. As she makes the effort, you
treat her better. Before long, you are bosom buddies."

"Humm, I like the plan, if it works. It's a little hard to imagine
considering the way things have been."

"That's my problem. You just remain the same until you see her trying
to get on your good side, and then you slowly respond. Make her make
all first moves. Let her initiate all first contacts. You don't have
to do a thing."

"I like that. Just be myself. I can't wait to see her pretty face
between my legs. I will go absolutely ga ga."

"No you won't. When she has a good lip lock on your cunt, you'll take
a full piss in her face and finish by smearing your cunt all over her
face, then you'll walk off laughing."

"No shit. I like that. I guess that would be true to my character. And
you think she'll tolerate that and keep coming back, huh?"

"Yes, even knowing you'll piss, knowing she'll get face-fucked, hoping
you'll remain in place this time so that she can eat you to orgasm and
then lap your cum so that she can demonstrate how much she wants to be
your friend."

"Oh god, Don, fuck me hard and make me cum!"

He did.

                                * * * 

They both lit up and relaxed after that fuck. Sally looked to the
bedside clock that showed the time to be 10:03. She said, "Janet just
went to bed. You should go tuck her in. That's what her father does,
and for the next two weeks, you are replacing him. By the way, she has
to keep a light on in the bedroom. It's a soft white, but you'll be
able to see what you're doing if you decide to do anything."

"Not a bad idea. What does her daddy do?"

"Nothing, just tucks in his little princess and gives her a peck on
the forehead. He's gutless. He won't do a thing until he has proof
that she's a slut that would want it."

"Does she lock the door?"

"She's not allowed to be behind a closed door. I don't let her
masturbate. I sniff her fingers from time to time and watch her
shower. Shit, piss, shower, dress, undress - she doesn't do a damn
thing with her body unless I'm watching. I keep her horny and
frustrated."

"Good move, but there are ways around that."

"There are, but she'd be too afraid to try them for fear I'd catch her
at it. I'm always popping in on her, especially in the first two hours
after bedtime. She's frustrated, believe me. I know a pussy starved
for a finger when I see it."

"Good move. This will help advance the cause," Don said while getting
up.

Sally turned on the TV and said, "If you don't come back with a stinky
finger, I'll be disappointed in you. [paused at the door, he smiled]
Her room is the last one on the left down the hall. And, Don, get that
thing hard. Make an impression. A hungry snake poised to strike is
much more fascinating to a virgin than a sleeping snake with a full
belly."

Don smiled and left the room. He could see the end room and the soft
light coming from it. He moved softly and quietly to the doorway and
listened. Nothing. He eased his head around and caught the foot of her
bed, saw two feet making an impression on the bedspread about three
feet apart, then waited to see any tell-tale movement. Nothing, and
then the feet came together and appeared to vibrate, signs of a hard
squeeze. He smiled knowingly, then saw the feet relax, then another
long squeeze - the old squeeze-out-an-orgasm technique.

He waited a minute, then knocked softly after stroking his cock into a
semi-hard - a forty-five degree - impressive, but non-threatening.
 From inside, he heard a shaky, "The door's open."

Don entered and saw Janet lying with the covers pulled up to her neck,
her perky titties making another set of impressions. Her eyes landed
on his sixty-degree erection and fear showed on her face. He came
over, sat on the bed at her hip, and stroked hair from her eyes,
saying, "Sally dozed off. I wanted to come see you and tell you how
sorry I am for the way she behaved out there and for the way you have
to live. I figured there was no point in getting dressed. I now see
that was a mistake. I'm frightening you. I'll go put something on."

He started to rise but she quickly said, "NO...I'm not frightened." He
settled. Janet glanced to his rising hardon, then up to his face, then
said, "It's all right. I'm used to seeing naked men walking around
ever since she showed up, and seeing a grown man's erect penis doesn't
bither me a bot...I mean, bother me a bit. Anyway, I'm used to her
shit, and I am not a slut just because I look at a naked penis."

"It would be unnatural if you didn't."

"That's right, a girl my age should show an interest in the opposite
sex. Those who show too much or none at all have something wrong with
them."

Don noticed that each time he spoke, her eyes fell on his cock and
remained until it was her turn to speak. She did this again when he
said while brushing her silky hair with his fingers, "You are
certainly no slut and you couldn't possibly be a lesbian. I think you
show a normal and natural healthy interest in the penis."

"I do, too. I don't see anything wrong with looking. She is so full of
it, but she doesn't scare me anymore."

"Yes, I can see that, and you're not afraid to look where you damn
well please in your own home. You're quite the little spitfire."

Janet glanced up from his cock as she smiled like a spitfire. She
caught him staring at her tittie imprints. He rested his free hand
just below the left one and gave her a paternal pat and massaging rub.
An awkward silence ensued as his chest rubbing ventured closer to
tittie flesh, and then he was on tittie flesh and squeezing the firm
mound gently. She gulped and stiffened while staring at her covered
tit being massaged and squeezed.

Don looked to her nervous eyes and said, "Sorry, but I had to feel.
They look lovely, even through bedding. Like most men, I have a
weakness for breasts, and my favorite ones are young, firm, and still
developing. I think my young mother may have weaned me too soon."

Janet gulped, forced a smile and said, "That's okay."

"I should have asked, first. I really am, sorry, Janet. I'll stop if
this upsets you."

"That's okay. You did ask, in a way. You just asked after."

He was still squeezing, feeling up her left tittie through bedding. He
switched to the right one as she stared at his hand, taking furtive
glances to the cock right beside it, a venomous stalk in full bloom.
After a minute with one hand, he brought the other into play. He
allowed her time to adjust to being freely felt up, then said, "Sally
told me that she had your nipples pierced and had rings set in them.
I've never seen that. Would you mind showing me?"

Janet swallowed, looked at the cock, then at him, then said, "You may
as well. She shows everyone else. You're the first to ever ask my
permission."

Don pulled the bedding to her knees, then began undoing buttons on her
PJs while she watched. When he had them all undone, he took the two
flaps in his hands, paused for dramatic effect, then unveiled her
entire chest and upper abdomen, causing her to suck a deep breath.

There they were, awesome. Two of the finest titties Don ever saw, and
two of the cutest nipples he ever saw, pierced by one-half-inch gold
rings through the pencil eraser tips. Her nipples were puckered as
hard as a nipple could pucker as he took each between each set of
thumbs and forefingers to roll and tweak, pausing from time to time to
lightly tug on the rings.

Janet watched this exciting tit play while panting, near hyper-
ventilating. He also played with her tit flesh, massaging her heaving
chest with both of his massive hands. She felt tight, tense, nervous,
but clearly liked being felt up by such manly, competent hands -
gentle hands, but huge.

Don massaged gently until he detected a noticeable relaxing, then said
while squeezing one boob at the base to place the ringed nipple on
display, "That must have hurt."

"It did, but not too much. She used an ice cube to numb them.
Inserting the rings hurt. They weld the rings closed, but that didn't
hurt much. What hurts is being snapped into something where I can't
get comfortable."

"I'll bet."

Now visibly relaxed about being bare chested and discussing her
nipples, watching Don play with them as they did, she said, "She likes
to hang things on them or lock them together. Sometimes, the rings
almost touch. That hurts a lot."

"I can imagine with breasts this full and firm. Your poor nipples must
take a terrible punishment being atop firm breasts like these. Can you
tell if this treatment is stretching your nipples out?"

"Yes, it is. They used to be almost flat except for the tips. Now they
always stick out. If she keeps on, I'll have granny boobs with nipples
down to my waist."

"Knowing Sally, she'll keep on. I'm surprised she didn't ring your
clit. The rings usually go together as a set."

"Please, don't give her any ideas. She'll want to link them all
together with a single pad lock. I could not stand being in a position
like that for very long, and talk about embarrassing. Can you imagine?
"

"Yes, very easily, but you sound like you'd let her do it. That
surprises me after seeing your spunk."

"Yeah, well, my Dad put her in charge. If she orders it, I don't have
much choice but to go along. He thinks the sun rises and sets on her
behind."

"So, you would actually spread your legs for the operation, and hold
still while it was done?"

Janet stared at his full erection, the longest stare so far, then she
looked up and said, "If she ordered a ring put in, yes. I would have
no choice. I see that turns you on. I suppose, now, you'll go tell
her."

"I'd never do that to you, Janet, but you're right. I'm busted. It
does turn me on. You know what they say, stiff dicks never lie. [she
giggled] Maybe I should have gotten dressed before coming in here. I
feel like I have a lie detector between my legs."

Again she giggled, giggled and stared at his cock, then to him to say,
"I'm glad you didn't. At least, with you naked and your penis where I
can see it, I can tell when you're lying."

"So that's why you keep looking where a young girl shouldn't."

"Well, it's hard to ignore. I mean, a girl doesn't see one like yours
everyday, not even in this house. From what I've seen, you're awfully
big down there."

They were now both looking at his fuck muscle as Don held it up on
proud display, saying, "So I've been told. Sally sure likes it."

"I'll bet she does. She sure didn't want that one to go walking out
the door. I've never seen one with so many bulging veins, and I never
knew they got that big. Have you ever measured it?"

"Years ago, but it's pretty much the same - thirteen-inches long,
measured on the top side, and nine inches around at the base and at
the head, seven at the thinnest part just behind the head. You
couldn't close your hand around even the thinnest part, but you're
welcome to try."

"I'd better not. Chances are, that's when she'd come bopping in here.
I'd never hear the end of it. By the way, thanks for saving me. I owe
you. She would have smeared that yuck in my face if you hadn't stopped
her. Can you imagine?"

"Oh, yes. With Sally, I'm surprised she didn't try to pull your face
into her beaver."

"She has tried, but I just bare my teeth and she thinks twice."

Janet barred her pearly-white fangs for him. He laughed, and said,
"Smart girl, but would you dare bite?"

"I wouldn't dare tell you. I can see the idea of me not daring turns
you on." Janet had her eyes on a golden run of precum that had spilled
over the edge of his dick and was running down the shaft.

"Sweetheart, that idea would even turn your father on. Girl/girl
action is a universal male turn on, and you two are mother/daughter,
the ultimate turn on."

"I can imagine. You're all animals, although we are step-mother and
step-daughter, but we do look so much alike that the step part
wouldn't be important or even mentioned. Most of the guys she brings
over think we're mother and daughter. I'm not even allowed to say the
step word. If I do, I get slapped. They can think what they want. I
don't care what they think."

"My little spitfire."

She smiled like his little spitfire. Don flattened his right hand on
Janet's tummy and ran over the drum-tight flesh, getting all four
fingers to slide under the waistband of her PJs as she watched in
silence. She stiffened at first, but relaxed after three more passes
that only brushed by the very top area of her shaved mound.

He said, "You have the softest skin I ever felt, Janet."

"I can see you're telling the truth. Thank you for that sincere
compliment. By the way. I don't even know your name."

His fingers now ran over her bald mound slowly as he said, "Don, just
call me, Don - Uncle Don if you like. I think I'll be here all through
your spring break, so we should be on familiar terms."

His fingers still rested on her mound. Janet remained stiff and tense
until they moved on. With the danger past, she said, "I'll call you
Don."

Don returned to her breasts so she'd relax, and she immediately looked
relieved. She needed to relax now that she sensed a full-blown
seduction that would not be sated by feeling up titties. He gave her a
good massage and reassured her that he would never do anything without
asking first, and that he would always honor her wishes. She smiled
and said, "I think I would like to call you Uncle Don, I mean since
you'll be staying so long. You'll be like family, and we are getting
to know each other very intimately. I trust you, Uncle Don. I think
you're a good man."

He said, "I am a good man and you can trust me. If I'm not one, I'm
not the other, and I pride myself on being both. Sally and I go back a
long way. I'm sure she would tell you that I have always been both."

"I believe you. I don't need to ask anyone. When I say I trust
someone, I trust them until I'm proven wrong. That's just the way I
am."

"Sally tells me she doesn't let you masturbate. I told her that sucks.
Every girl needs that release. She's just being cruel."

Janet turned red, hesitated, thought for a moment, then said, "I know,
and it sucks big time."

"Have you found a way around her cruel rule? You can tell me. I would
never pass that along. Swear to god."

Janet thought, then said, "No. She's too crafty. Besides, I wouldn't
want her to have the pleasure of catching me at it so I just think of
other things."

He sent his hand back to her mound, lower, near the crease of her
crack, saying, "Does it work?"

At first, she stiffened, but then said, "It helps."

They discussed masturbation for several minutes with Don's hand
rubbing her lower abdomen, remaining inside the PJ bottoms and getting
closer to her clit as they talked. He soon passed over the top of her
crack with every pass and she gradually adjusted to his fingertips
riding the labial swells and valley at the top of her pussy. Before
long, she relaxed and could talk without the nervous hesitance or the
anticipation of a clitty-bumping ride-over. Her swollen clit and labia
lips were like speed bumps to passing handmobiles with the fingers
acting like axles under stiff suspension - a maddening sexual highway
to a girl who hadn't masturbated in ages.

The subject matter alone warmed her loins. They got into technique,
fantasies, and frequency. With his fingers brushing over her clit five
times every few seconds, Janet was very forthcoming about her
masturbation habits and sexual fantasies. They were tame, normal stuff
for a teenage girl. She claimed to do it twice a week, sometimes once,
usually using only her hands, one at work on her clit, the other at
work in the hole, careful not to go too deep - normal, normal, normal
- all girls do it - wish I could - sure do miss it.

When Don knew he had her hot enough to fully cooperate, he stood and
drew the bedding all the way past her feet, revealing her PJ bottoms
to be shorts. He unbuttoned them and said, "Here, lift up. Let's get
these out of the way."

Janet hesitated for only a few seconds before lifting her ass clear of
the mattress. She then watched her PJ bottoms being removed. When he
returned to her, he surveyed her nude body, focusing most of his
attention on her lower half, her pussy especially.

Sally was right. He never saw better. This was the mother load, and
that was one hot, slobbery pussy he could see after pressing out on
her inner thighs. Janet did not resist. Her body, limp like a rag
doll, was his to do with as he pleased. He pleased to take his seat
lower down on the bed, at her business end and peel back the lips with
his thumbs for a thorough visual inspection while applying pressure
with the palms to keep her spread vulgar.

He had that panting girl's pussy laid open like a shucked oyster when
he dipped his head in, sniffed, and then licked. He sniffed and licked
all over the coral-pink terrain, giving her snaky licks and butterfly
flicks, not devouring the cunt the way tigers do. That would be crude
and might lead to merciful relief. He was a gentle gourmet who
tortured a girl to death. When he had her squirming and swooning, he
said, "You know, I got to thinking. I forgot to ask. I assumed you
wanted the PJs off as badly as I did, then assumed I could take a
better look and even lick."

"That's okay. I did, and you can."

He went back for some much-anticipated licking as Janet strained up to
watch while holding her legs back by pulling on the underside of the
knees. He pulled up short and peered over the mound to say, "Sally
won't let you masturbate, but she didn't say I couldn't do it for you.
Would you like me to give it a try?"

Janet was in a sweat and in a quandary. She looked into her splayed
pussy that was now opened by Don's thumbs to feature the virgin hole,
then said, "I would, but I also want to be a virgin on my wedding
night. I think we've gone too far already, but I like what you're
doing. You can look and lick all you want, and the external massage
feels great. We could do it that way."

"Janet, I see you think big. I hate to burst your bubble, but there is
no way you and I could get it on. I don't need to stick my finger in
this pretty pink hole to know it isn't my size by a long shot. My
eyesight is good. You could not handle a man like me, not without a
lot of vaginal conditioning, so put those thoughts out of your pretty
head. Besides, I do not have sex with minors, and I do believe you are
in that category. Am I correct?"

Visibly relieved and now up on her elbows, Janet said, "I'm sixteen,
yes, but why are you doing this if you don't want to...you know."

"Screw you?"

"Yes. I thought that's what you wanted."

"I'd love to, but I'd hurt you. I will not seek my own pleasure at
someone else's expense."

Janet appeared dumbfounded, shook her head to clear the cob webs, then
said, "Where did Sally ever find a man like you?"

"I found her a long time ago. Actually, I'm no saint, Janet. I would
screw a minor if I knew she wanted it and knew she could handle
Brutus. I would and have many times. I know that's not the case with
you."

"Brutus?"

"My dick."

"Good name for it. Well, then, what do you want? I know you want
something."

"Friendship."

"That's all?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"Well, yes, but isn't there something sexual you'd want in return? If
it won't get me pregnant, I'm more than willing. Be honest with me and
tell me what you want. I am not a child, and I am certainly no prude.
I think I proved that to you."

"To be honest, I'd like to see you and Sally get along while I'm
here."

"If you mean get along the way lesbians get along, forget it."

Don began lazily stroking a finger through Janet's slit as they
talked, and Janet needed that vaginal attention. Her legs fell limp
almost immediately and she took great interest in watching him run his
finger over her vaginal terrain. She also watched him stroke his cock.
Sally was right; Janet's pussy ached for a finger.

Don said, "You know, all of the trouble you and Sally are having stems
from you rejecting her advances. She's very bisexual, and she has a
huge crush on you, you know."

"Duh...I figured that out right away."

"Rejection hurts, Janet, and hurt people hurt back."

"So, if I lick her pussy for her she'll be nice to me. Tell me
something I don't know."

"She'll lick your pussy, too."

Janet thought about that, stared at his dick for a while, then said,
"And you'd like to watch us licking each other's pussies? You'd like
to see some red hot mother/daughter action, right?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"Sally doesn't want a lover, she wants a pussy slave."

"That would be fun to watch, too."

Janet giggled, then said, "Fun for you - fun for Sally, but I'd be the
one with her messy beaver in my face all the time. She'd have me
cleaning her up after sex, cleaning her up with my tongue. I'd have my
tongue up her ass when it wasn't in her pussy. You're asking a lot,
mister."

"I saw the way you looked at her messy twat, Janet. I don't think you
would have minded one bit, and I didn't see you draw away from her
hand. Pussies don't lie, either, and I'm feeling a very wet one right
now. I think one of your favorite fantasies is to serve as Sally's
pussy slave, and another is to get that clit ring to complete your
set."

Bingo. Don knew he hit pay dirt when Janet drew both legs fully up,
out, and down, frog-like, to offer a more open pussy for him to play
with. She then looked him in the eyes as she reached down with both
hands, drew the lips apart, and said, "Okay, pussies can't lie either.
Now, you can see my lie detector better. Now, we can't lie to each
other. So, what now? Are you saying you'll masturbate me if I become
her pussy slave and let her put a ring in my clit?"

Don pulled the finger from her hole to toy with the clit she placed on
display. Don pinched the hood where the ring would go and said, "I'll
certainly put the bug in her ear. This clit needs to be ringed."

"Go ahead. I'll hold myself open like this for it, and you can watch
while they do it. Masturbate while they do it. I'd want you to, and
I'd want you to cum all over me."

"You'll need a mask and snorkel."

She laughed at the image, then got serious and said, "What about the
pussy slave thing? I know you want that, too. Slave status goes with
the ring set. I'd feel funny just coming out and asking after the way
we've been. [She then acted out the part] 'Sally, I was just thinking.
Don't these rings come in sets - one for each nipple and one for the
clit? I'm feeling a bit out of balance. I also heard that a three-ring
set is a pussy slave set. Is that true? Would I be your pussy slave if
you balance me out?' Is that how I do it, Uncle Don? I'm serious. How
would I broach the subject with her when we don't even talk unless we
have to. I never ask her for anything. I'd feel dumb asking for that."

"No, you'll have to build to it, win her trust. I can coach you.
Follow my instructions and you'll be dining on fuck between Sally's
soft creamy thighs in no time."

She giggled, then said, "That's gross."

Sending two fingers up her hole to the hymen, Don said, "Yes, but it
makes your pussy wet, doesn't it?"

Janet grimaced as the second invader made room for itself in a one-
finger hole. Once she made the adjustment, she said, "Pussies don't
lie. It's wet in there, isn't it?"

"Slobbery wet, an ocean."

"Good. I'm glad pussies can't lie. I'm glad you know. The truth is, I
can't wait to suck Sally's pussy for you, Don - Uncle Don. I'd like to
lick her nasty cunt right after you pull out. I'd like to lick your
cum off her sexy legs right up to her messy beaver. Would you like to
see a naked girl do that to her mommy?"

"Yes, and I'd like you to lick us while we fuck."

Don brought his dick pumping hand into play on the clit, and began a
short fucking motion with the other. Janet immediately responded with,
"Oh, god, make me cum! Rub harder, faster, finger my pussy...ohhhhh!
..."

Don had a squirming bitch on his hand. He rode out an orgasm that was
long overdue, then massaged her pussy while she dreamily caught her
breath. She slowly turned dreamy eyes on him, then on his limp,
unspent dick, then back to him, saying, "You didn't cum. Why not?"

"I'm here to service the lady of the house. I can't be wasting cum on
mere pussy slaves."

She looked to his sad member, then said, "I feel like I used you.
Isn't there anything you want me to do? I'll do anything if it won't
get me pregnant."

"I enjoyed myself, Janet. I enjoyed myself very much. I wanted to get
close to you and become friends. I wanted to offer you some relief and
give you pleasure. I got what I came in here for."

Janet appeared teary-eyed as she looked into his eyes, saying, "You
are so sweet, Don...I mean, Uncle Don."

"Just Don. Uncle Don doesn't do a thing for me. Call me what you feel
like calling me. You can call me, Big Dick, Tripod, or Daddy Dong if
you want. My name is Don. You just be good to Sally so I don't have to
live with any tension while I'm here, and I'll be happy. I know that
sex slave stuff was just fantasy - good for the moment."

Janet smiled warmly, then said, "You amaze me. You're right. I love
the fantasy, but the reality - I don't know. Who knows, the reality
might even be better."

"It wouldn't hurt to try it with her once. Seasoned dykes say she's
outstanding, and she does taste good. She keeps herself clean and
shaved."

"Yes, that's a big plus. You're right, I should try it at least once.
Yes, I think I should. Damnit, I'm going to do it. I owe you
something, and that's what you want, and that's all you asked
for....So, how should I be from now on?"

"For one, stop giving her shit. Act like she owns you and can sell you
to white slavers."

"That won't be hard. I fantasize that, too. What else?"

"Let her know you find her attractive, sexy, desirable."

"How?"

"Compliment her legs. Use the term, sexy, when you do. Odds are,
you'll be shaving them from now on."

"I'd like that job. They are sexy. I'm a leg gal. What else?"

"Be openly affectionate, even fawning, like a dog."

"She'll know something is up if I do that."

"Yes, and for a while, expect her to push you away. You keep crawling
back. If you ever get the opportunity to kiss her pussy, you act
mesmerized by it, then lean in and deliver the kiss."

"Like you did."

"Yes, exactly."

"You seduced me."

"I relaxed you, but you can seduce her the same way."

"If she has me shaving her legs, I'll have plenty of opportunity. I'll
do it. I'll give it a nice kiss, and then I'll lick all around, even
inside the hole, and then I'll suck and keep on sucking, especially on
the clit. Is that the way it's done?"

"Yes, but don't be surprised if she pisses in your face."

"WHAT!"

"She'd do it, and wet sports are a big part of lesbian loving."

"PISS? Are we talking about that stuff that leaks into a toilet after
you take in too many fluids?"

"Yes, piss. Piss is sterile, Janet. You can safely drink it unless the
person has a bladder infection. The stuff won't hurt you, and Sally
loves lesbian piss games."

"Piss! She'll piss in my face - in my mouth?"

"Expect it, and don't pull away when you get it. Piss is a test. A
straight bitch will be repulsed, but a bi-gal or dyke will be drawn to
pussy water immediately. The piss test also tells them how deep their
partner wants to go, how into the lesbo scene they are. A real lover
of trench warfare loves being wet. If you want to score points with
her, start drinking at the first dribble, and never show any
hesitance."

Janet wrinkled her brow while saying, "Drink piss - actually swallow
it?"

"If you want to be Sally's playmate, you had best learn to love the
stuff, that and yucky fuck. Sally is hardcore. She's not into the
housewife or coed who just wants to dabble in trench warfare but
doesn't want to get wet. Sally wants to get down and dirty with a
commando bitch who shares her passion and knows the score."

"Christ. I can see pussy slavery isn't all it's cracked up to be. I
never even thought about piss except to take a good one before trying
it with another girl. My biggest fear was that I'd lose control of my
bladder with someone's mouth between my legs. Shows what I know, huh?"

"Janet, you are only sixteen. There's a whole world of sex that you
know nothing about. When I first met Sally, she knew even less than
you do, and she was eighteen."

"Oh well, I have plenty of time to adjust my thinking. You know, now
that I know that piss can't hurt you, it is kind of exciting to think
about - I mean, how degrading, someone taking a piss in your mouth and
you having to drink it all down - suck it out and swallow like a human
toilet."

"The subject is well-covered in the pussy slave manual, you know."

"I can imagine. I'm surprised I never thought of it, but a master
would do that if she had a true pussy slave. Why use the toilet when
you have a warm face to sit on and soft lips to suck the piss out
with, and a tongue to wipe you. Fuck, this is making me all horny
again. [pulling the labia lips apart once again while curled up to
look into her vagina] Don, feel inside my pussy and see if I'm all
slobbery. Feels like it."

Don sent two middle fingers in and rummaged around under her intense
scrutiny. She clearly loved the level of intimacy and openness they
shared. As his fingers settled in, she made a passionate face,
purring, "Ummm, I love the way your fingers feel inside my pussy. They
feel a lot better than mine do. How horny do you think I am right now,
Don?"

"Horny enough to suck off a mutt in a crowd with cameras."

Biting her lower lip, she broke a smile, then said, "Not quite, but if
you keep that up, I'll suck a big doggie dick and swallow whatever
comes out in a crowd of relatives with video cameras."

"Kinky. I like that in a sixteen-year-old virgin."

"If you push in any harder, I won't be a virgin. I'll still be kinky,
though."

"Do you ever fantasize about fucking dogs?"

"I think all girls do. The thought has to cross a girl's mind when she
sees a dog's dick all the way out of the sheath, and who hasn't had
their leg humped and wondered what would happen on all fours in the
nude. When Mom was alive, we used to have a male boxer, so I saw a lot
of doggie dick. I never did anything except touch it, but I did think
about doing a lot more than that. Does that turn you on, too?"

"Me, and ten million others."

"Have you ever seen it done?"

"Only in pictures. Bestiality porn is very popular, but the models
usually look like dogs. I'd love to see some with a girl that looked
like you. Got any."

"Yeah, right. My mom took them. Just kidding....Hey, maybe we could
make some. There's another bug for you. I'll do whatever my master
tells me to do. I think she'd order me to suck them and fuck them to
please you, Don. I know she would."

"And you wouldn't be upset with me if I asked her to arrange a few
shooting sessions so that we can film you in action with a few horny
mutts? I'm serious, Janet, I know people in the business that would
flip over a sexy young bitch like you."

Janet mulled this unexpected news over for a few seconds, then said,
"I shouldn't give my answer with your fingers up my pussy, but I might
say I mind a great deal if they weren't, and you might not put that
bug in her ear if I did that. We need to make a deal, first. I lied. I
used to masturbate three to five times a day. If you'll match that,
I'll serve my master, at least while you're here."

"Deal, now answer my question."

"Just to be on the safe side, get me worked up real good and then ask
me again. Whatever I say, I'll live up to, I promise you that, and
I'll never say you took advantage of me at a weak moment. That should
insure that you get all the good pictures you want - videos, too.
How's that?"

Don stood wearing a big smile, and said, "In that case, I'd like to
eat you, and I want you to make me the best spread possible, because I
want tons of Janet porn out of this two weeks."

Janet turned to sit on the edge of the bed to face him, then laid back
and drew her legs back, knees in the armpits, her forearms laid over
the backs of each leg with fingertips laid along cunt lips, pulling
herself wide, saying, "You don't give a girl a chance, do you, Uncle
Don?"

Don knelt before the inviting spread and said, "Nope. You can kiss
that virginity goodbye, so we may as well throw in a few two-legged
studs in this deal. Who knows, before a week is up, you may be able to
handle Brutus."

Don nibbled and delivered little kisses to pussy flesh while
conversing, foreplay to a good eat-out, but Janet enjoyed the playful
buildup. She said while getting her clittie nibbled, "Oh, shit. I
didn't think about that, but a dog could deflower me as well as a man
can. Could we limit this to little poodles and no two-legged studs?"

"Not if I have my way. They don't shoot doggie porn with little
poodles, Janet. If I have my way, it'll be a dog that takes your
virginity, a big fella. Some are as long as Brutus only not as thick."

"So, you want my first fuck to be with a dog?"

"Absolutely. That picture would be pure gold."

"A virgin fucking a dog - pretty kinky."

"Kinky sells, so kinky pays, and you are right to worry. A dog dick
can do the job quite nicely, and you'd have the unenviable task of
telling your fiancee that you gave your cherry to a mutt, or would you
wait until the honeymoon and tell him after he realized he wasn't the
first?"

A few licks and Janet was dreamy-eyed, off in fantasyland, saying,
"Ummm...tough choice, but I would have to tell him the truth, wouldn't
I?"

"Absolutely. You don't want to start off a marriage with a lie."

"I'd never do that. What shall I do. If a dog is to have me first, I
suppose I must marry a man who doesn't mind that I mated with
animals."

"That would be wise. From what I hear, once a woman crosses that line,
she is ruined for humans and must occasionally seek out a canine
lover. Odds are, you'll bring one into the marriage and bring him
along on the honeymoon. The question will be, who has the first rights
- the man or the beast. They will both be your mates. By rights, the
dog came along first, so he should have you first. The man should have
to wait his turn."

"Naturally. My goodness. Finding a man like that will be next to
impossible. You are making this difficult for me, and I wanted to make
this easy for you to get all you want. You should get started before I
come to my senses. If that happens, I won't spread my virgin legs for
a dog, and you won't get your pictures of me being deflowered by a
mutt."

Don's mouth captured her entire cunt and made her eyes go cross when
his long tongue shot up her hole and licked the hymen in question. She
swooned, moaned, then said, "Oh, fuck. I am so screwed. No man will
ever marry me, now. Just place a collar around my neck and put me to
work in a breeding kennel as the workout bitch."

Don ate and ate. She writhed and squirmed while elaborating more on
her workout bitch fantasy. The fantasy was dumb, unrealistic, and more
science fiction than erotic fantasy - typical adolescent girl,
masturbation, mind candy - but her workout bitch fantasy clearly
satisfied her vaginal sweet tooth. When her orgasm teetered at the
brink, he lifted off to say, "Janet, do you mind if I ask Sally to set
you up to do porn while I'm here, you know, that super raunchy shit
like you were talking about?"

Cross-eyed Janet looked him in the face and said, "No, I don't mind.
I'll do anything. Take all the pictures and videos you want. I don't
care, just make me cum...pleaseeeee, make me cum!"

He did, and then he stood over her rag doll form. Now, it was time to
tuck her in. He scooped her in his arms, laid her in the bed, and drew
her covers up. He then kissed her forehead. She said, "I regret saying
that, you know."

"I know. All women regret the things they say in the heat of passion."

"I hope you know, that workout bitch thing was just a silly fantasy. I
wouldn't really want to live my life that way."

"I wasn't sure, but I can see where you'd have difficulties nursing
hundreds of hungry puppies with sharp teeth and no milk to give, just
tittie blood."

"They'd be sure to draw blood, and once they tasted blood from those
fleshy bags on my chest, don't you think they'd chew?"

"I'm sure they would, and that's probably why workout bitches don't
last long. Don't worry, I have nothing like that in mind for you, and
I'll have to think hard about whether or not I want to take advantage
of you. A lot will depend on how nice you are to Sally."

"I'll be very very nice. You'll see. I swear."

"We'll see, but that's no promise that I'll spare you, or that Sally
won't think of it on her own. We know the same people and great minds
think alike. When great dirty minds see a pretty girl like you with no
clothes on, bestial porno pops to mind, that and dollar bills."

"I'll live up to my word, Don, but please try hard not to do that to
me, and save me from Sally. Porn would ruin my life if it ever got
around, and mine would, especially that picture you want - the mating
of a virgin girl and a stud dog."

"You're right about that. Pictures and videos of you fucking the mutts
would get wide circulation and get copied a great deal. All I can say
is, I'll try. You get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big day."

"A wet day."

"Count on it."

At the door, she stopped him when she called out, "Uncle Don, don't I
get to kiss Brutus good night?"

"No. Get some sleep."

He left smiling with the image of an older Janet finding photo copies
of her young self sucking on a big ole dog dick in her son's dresser
drawer. The girl was fucked, and the guilt he might ordinarily feel
about his crucial role in fucking her wasn't yet surfacing, probably
due to the fact that the kid invited such treatment, or possibly due
to her being just too damn good looking not to fuck with and fuck over
- the price one pays for absolute beauty and sensuality - more than
just compensation in the grand scheme of things. Life according to
Randy Don.

                                * * *

Sally had fallen asleep watching Jay Leno. Don turned off the TV and
climbed into bed. She awoke with his cock probing her asshole. She
awoke fast and rolled over to face him. Randy Don was not dandy in the
poop chute.

She got on her right side to face him, up on one elbow. She took his
right hand and brought it to her face and immediately broke a smile.
They kissed and she smelled more young pussy. Breaking the kiss, she
exclaimed, "You fucker! You ate her out, too. I wanna smell your
dick."

"You'll be smelling you, but go right ahead."

She abandoned the dick sniff and settled back, still on her elbow,
saying, "I take it things went well."

"Very well. We're buddies, and I think we can move the first shoot up
one day, say the day after tomorrow."

"No shit! What makes you so sure?"

"We discussed it, that and serving as a pussy slave, drinking piss,
clit rings, the mutts."

"You're shitting me!'

"We discussed it in the heat of passion. I'll still have to do more
work on her to get everything we want, but she is committed to serving
as your pussy slave starting tomorrow, and she feels cheated out of a
clit ring.'

"No way. I don't believe it.'

"I believe it, seeing how that's her number one fantasy."

"If she had that fantasy, she sure hid it well."

"When they're that young and inexperienced, they often mask what they
want as something they hate, especially if what they want is something
they shouldn't want. You most often see it in the way young boys treat
girls. You just read her wrong.'

"I'll be damned. Shit, I want to start right now. Why wait till
tomorrow. I'm hot and horny."

"Hold on. You have to let her make the moves, and you'll have to wait,
otherwise she'll know we share info on her and that it's us against
her. If she ever senses that, she'll clam up and go back to being
obstinate. Good cop, bad cop has rules, Sally."

"Damn! But you're sure she'll go all the way."

"If she and I stay best buddies, yes. She needs time to mull this over
and sort things out. I gave her a lot to think about. We'll need time
alone - time when she won't have to sweat you popping in on us."

"I'll go shopping and leave you in charge."

"I thought you might."

"When?"

"Right after she eats you, drinks your piss, gets face fucked, and
shoved away - say nineish."

"What, at night?"

"Nine in the morning. I'm good."

"If all that goes down by nine, I'll call Paul's statue maker and have
him get started."

"You may be out by eight. I'm that good, and my girl is that ready to
demonstrate her willingness to serve."

"Well, momma Sally is ready to get it on with my little girl."

"I think you can forget being best friends with her. That doesn't fit
in with her fantasy, and she likes the rough treatment. If she didn't,
that kid would have been dialing 911 the first time you touched her.
She loves being sexually used, misused, and abused to a degree. The
rule is, she must receive pleasure from it. There's the line you can't
cross too often with one like her. She'll only do what she wants to
do. If she fights too hard, she doesn't want to do it."

"I'm aware of that."

"She also likes placing herself in traps, so look for them, and then
use them."

"I hadn't noticed that trait, but I'll be looking for it. Anything
else?"

"We struck an agreement. She'll be nice to you for the duration of my
stay if I'll masturbate her three to five times a day. I'd like to do
this openly in front of you, so why don't you give me the right to
mess with her all I want as long as I keep my dick out of her. It'll
look right. You're trying to keep my big dick around, using her as
bait."

"Sure, no problem. Do you want to tell her or do you want me to find a
way to throw it into the mix?"

"I'll tell her that I dropped the hint, then she'll be waiting for you
to give the word. That way, she and I are conspiring against you,
pulling one over on you."

"I like this good cop, bad cop thing. Very clever."

"It is, but it can also backfire easily. You have to remain in
character and remember the plans we work out as we move things along.
One wrong step, and she'll get suspicious. Right now, she suspects
nothing, so she's not looking. If she looks hard, she'll see right
through us. Jig's up."

"What do you think will happen after you leave?"

"Hard to say. That depends on how she feels about the sex slave game.
She may tire of it quickly, or she may just be getting cranked up.
Maybe you'll evolve that close friendship you want. I think it all
depends on how much fun she has while I'm here protecting her. She
feels safe with me here. She'll go a lot further with me here. She may
go all the way and become comfortable with you holding her leash or
her hand."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see how she responds to the
things we get into. I'll get that clit ring put in right away. I
should have gone for it when I had her nips done, but I chickened out.
Hell, the way she went on about a needle in the nips, I figured one in
the clit would kill her."

"Yes, do set that up while you're out. Let's do that tomorrow night,
maybe invite a few friends over to watch. The kid does love showing
her pussy. What is the most that ever saw her naked and spread out?"

"Not many. I haven't done any partying here, just guys, and usually
one at a time. Paul won't tolerate any parties and the neighbors are
snoopy. I have to limit guests to what cars will fit inside, no street
parking. Three was the max, I think, and that was pretty tame come
think of it. I just took them to her bedroom and drew down the covers
to show them her tit rings. No more than eight men have seen her
naked, and only two have seen a trussed beaver. How many are you
thinking we should invite?"

"You invite a few couples; I'll invite a few of my porno friends.
We'll ask our invitees to car pool. Let's make it intimate, no orgy,
just friends gathered to watch a girl get a clit ring. Let's not scare
the fuck out of her, just give her a cheap thrill. Let them know to
dress up like they're going out, nothing too fancy. After we finish,
we'll go out and hit a few night spots. We'll leave Janet snapped into
something to keep her out of trouble while we're gone."

"Let's just pray that the house doesn't catch fire."

"You had to say that, didn't you."

"Well, I'm responsible; besides, I'm her mommy. It's in a mother's
nature to protect their children. Can't we hog tie her, gag her, and
lock her in the trunk and take her with us?"

"We could get rear ended."

"Boy, don't I know it. Thanks for the wake-up. Say, why don't we stake
her out on the back lawn. Nothing can happen to her there. She'll get
cold, but we won't be gone long enough for her to die of hypothermia."

"I'll find out if she has an aversion to cold. If not, we could do
that unless a cold front moves through."

"Great, then we have a sitter for her clitter. There's an eyebolt set
in concrete that used to be where they chained up their dog. We'll
lock her clit to that. At least her clit will still be there when we
return."

"You had to say that, didn't you?"

"Stop it. You're being over protective. Remember, you're not her real
father or her Gramps. Let me lock my bitch up, then we'll go party
with friends."

                               * * *

Sally awoke the following morning at six and went to make coffee.
Janet didn't usually awaken until seven and she was now on spring
break, so Sally threw her comfortable, unflattering robe on and headed
for the kitchen. There, she found coffee already made. When she turned
around, there was Janet wearing only panties - a most provocative
sight.

Sally quickly cleared her head and remembered her role, gave Janet a
curious look, then said, "What gives?"

"I just wanted to do something nice for you in way of apology for the
way I've been behaving."

Sally made a perplexed expression, then poured herself a cup of
coffee, then faced Janet who stood like a penitent with hands clasped
behind her back, making a striking image of submissiveness.

Sally sipped, maintaining her critical eye, then said, "Why the
panties?"

"Do you want me to take them off?"

"I want you to explain why that's all you have on."

"I thought you would like to see me this way. I thought about coming
out naked, but with only panties on, I highlight my nipple rings."

"I'm going to ask you again, young lady, what the fuck is going on?
Cut the crap."

"All right, I got to feeling badly for the way I've been, and I want
to try and make up. I haven't been truthful with you, Sally. I think
you are very sexy, and I like a lot of the things you do to me,
including these rings you had placed in my nipples. I don't know
exactly what to do to please you, but I'd like to find out and then do
them."

Sally sipped her coffee, then said, "You sound sincere, but my
bullshit meter is red-lined."

"I don't blame you for doubting me, but let me prove myself."

"I need to think on this. Why don't you take Don his coffee. Lose the
panties, and if you really want to please me, put a smile on his face,
but not by making him cum. Take all the time you need. Use your
imagination. Do anything you like, but he had best come out wearing a
big smile and a bigger hardon. I'll just sit here and think this
through."

Janet held back a smile ready burst all over her face as she hooked
thumbs in the waistband and drew her panties down and then off. She
went to the coffee pot, poured a cup, then looked over her shoulder to
Sally and said, "How does he take his coffee?

"I can't remember. Probably black. If you do this right, his mind
won't be on coffee."

Janet moved past and down the hall, then into the master bedroom where
she saw her big Huggy Bear lying on his back, snoring away with the
covers off and a piss-on standing tall. She paused for a moment to
smile and stare at Old Glory, then set the cup on his nightstand.

She climbed over him and straddled his loins, moving in place so that
his cock went up her front. She then eased down and slid forward to
slide her slimy pussy along the length of Old Glory. Her pussy flowed
over the ridges and valleys of his long shaft as she eased herself
along from balls to crown, back and forth several times.

Don's eyes popped open and he looked wide-eyed at Janet, then down his
front to see what felt so damn good. There, he saw a pussy sliding
back and forth on the underside of his cock. Janet said, "I brought
you some coffee. My master sent me and said to put a smile on your
face."

He smiled big, then said, "My compliments to your master. Let me smell
your breath."

Still sawing her sloppy cunt over his log, she said, "Sorry, not yet.
She doesn't trust me. She's in the dining room, thinking this over.
Does this feel good? It does to me."

"I can tell. Your cunt is slobbering all over my cock."

She giggled, then said, "I am so fucking horny, Don. I wish I could
fuck you. I wish I could take all this great big cock up my horny
pussy clear to the balls and use my fucking slut cunt to suck all the
ball juice out."

"I wish you could too, sweetheart."

"I'll bet I can get the head in. She said I could do anything so long
as I didn't make you cum. Want me to try?"

"Go ahead and try, but don't hurt yourself or get too carried away.
Remember, that cherry is for the dogs."

She immediately got up and straddled his loins in a standing squat
while saying, "Yeah, I kinda figured you'd hold me to my promise. I
don't blame you. If I wanted something badly and someone promised me,
I'd make them pay up. [fitting the head to her hole] Ready. Here
goes."

Don linked his fingers behind his head and watched dispassionately as
Janet sank her weight on his cock head, but the head was too bulbous
and the shaft too stiff. All she managed to do was look comical, like
a girl trying to sit on a one-legged stool. After several failed
attempts, he said, "Squeeze all the blood out of the head and then
settle before the blood rushes back in."

She tried that and it worked. She stood with three inches of Brutus up
her cunt and then held that skewered pose with her eyes bugged wide.
After a moment to get her breath, she said, "Wow, what a strange
sensation. I feel like I have a fleshy baseball bat up my twat. How
does any woman take all of it, or do they?"

"They do, even girls your age, but you have a hymen making you feel
bottomed out. Don't try to take any more or the doggie will be sad
puppy."

Janet smiled, then came forward and gently eased herself down on his
chest, still impaled. She got up on her elbows, looked into his
smiling face, and said, "We wouldn't want any sad puppies. Don't
worry, Huggy Bear. I've thought about it a lot and I want to make that
dog smile for you. I also want to be a good bitch for my master, so
put that canine bug in her ear as soon as you can, okay?"

"Will do, sugarpus."

Janet, still impaled on his dick, was afraid to pull any out for fear
the head might pop out and she was unable to take more because her
cherry was stretched to its limit. After a moment of silence, she
said, "Now what?"

"I don't know. This was your idea. I have to piss."

"Don't you like it?"

"If I didn't have to piss, I'd love it."

"Do you want me to get off?"

"When you're ready."

"I don't know why, but I thought you'd be thrilled just to get the
head in. I guess you get all the pussy you want. I'm just making a
pest of myself, that's all I'm doing."

"I'm sorry, Janet, but until I shit, shower, and shave, I don't feel
much like loving. I guess I wanted to be at my best for our first
time, even our first attempt. I wanted to give you the full treatment
with lots of loving kisses and plenty of good foreplay. You know, do
it right and leave you with a fond memory of me. I feel dirty first
thing in the morning."

The smile was now on Janet's face as she struggled to get uncocked.
When the dick came free, she snuggled up to his side, hugged him, and
kissed his cheek. She said, "You're my Huggy Bear. You always say the
right thing. You always make me feel good. I am going to be the very
best bitch I can be for you, Huggy Bear. You'll see, and you'll have
lots of good pictures to remember me by."

Now, he smiled big, kissed her forehead, then said, "That's my girl.
You just make that doggie a spread like you made for me last night and
smile into the camera as his cock breaks through your hymen."

"I will, and I'll pull my pussy lips wide open so you can get a good
shot of his doggie dick buried in my pussy hole."

"Nobody shows pussy like you do, Janet. By the way, you'll be getting
that clit ring tonight, and I hinted to Sally that I wanted to mess
around with you. Don't be surprised if she issues new orders today."

Janet looked puzzled and got up on her elbow, then said, "When did you
have a chance to speak with her? You said she was asleep when you
left, and she woke up first."

Thinking quickly, he said, "Yes, but after being with you, I needed a
blow job and woke her up. She kissed me afterward and smelled pussy on
my breath. We talked."

Now, no longer puzzled and re-snuggled, Janet said, "I would have
given you a blow job. I hinted enough, silly. I almost woke you up
with a blow job, but I wanted to feel your monster cock on my pussy
even more. Was she pissed?"

"A little, at first, but then she realized that I messed around with
you but returned to her for the real thing. She also sees how me being
able to mess around with you, benefits her. I stay horny. I stay
happy. I stay."

"She's using my tight young body to keep you at home, but keeping all
the good stuff to herself."

"Yeah, well, you'll get it second hand, all that she doesn't swallow."

"Yeah, I can't wait to get that started."

"I can't wait to piss."

Janet got a devilish gleam in her eyes, then eased down to get between
his legs. She took his dick in both hands and said, "My master's wish
is my command." With that, she tried to get her mouth over the head.
She didn't have enough mouth, so she squeezed out the blood and
managed, but then a giant-sized dick head re-inflated and filled her
mouth, bulging her cheeks, leaving no room for piss. If he let loose,
the stream would go straight into her lungs.

Now, she looked even more comical with her eyes squinted, waiting for
the torrent. She looked like a girl with a fire hose in her mouth. She
realized this and got uncocked right away. Looking at Don's smile, she
said, "This isn't going to work. You'll drown me, and if I just purse
my lips at the hole, I'll spill some on the bed. How do we do this?"

"We don't. I like to piss in a toilet, not in little girls. You've
done your job, now return to your master and make her smile. She likes
to piss in little girls, not toilets."

"At least go with me and smile big, then go to the bathroom. Get me
off to a good start with her. Tell her how good I was, or tried to
be."

                                         * * *

They entered the dining room together. Don was smiling ear to ear when
he came up and gave Sally a thank-you kiss and then described how he
woke up. He did not tell her about the fuck attempt. Instead, he told
a story of how Janet showed him her pussy by squatting over his face
and pulling the lips apart.

He left, leaving Janet before her master, arms behind her back,
awaiting orders. Sally took a sip of coffee while studying the girl,
then set the cup down and said, "I don't trust you, Janet. You're up
to something. I just haven't figured it out yet. Tell me. Did anything
unusual happen after you went to bed last night?"

"Yes. Don came to my room. He felt me up, stripped me naked, fingered
me, then ate me out, then left."

"I know. I told him he could amuse himself with you. I also told him
he can mess with you anytime the mood strikes him. He'll be staying
here for two weeks. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, not if it pleases you."

"I'm impressed. If he ever cums in you or on you, I'll be pissed at
both of you, and I expect you to report any violations, understand?"

"I will, and I will expect to be punished even if he rapes me."

"I am very impressed. Janet, I have decided to ring your clit and
invite a few guests over to watch it being done. I want you looking
your best, though you won't be dressed. Since your crotch will be
featured, I expect you to shave extra close and do your nails and
hair. You must be ready by eight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I'll be ready, and I'll hold myself open for it unless you'd
rather bind me."

"No, I'd rather you held yourself open, that's why I want your nails
done. I wouldn't want anyone to think this was being forced on you.
Some of the people I am inviting are fairly straight laced and
wouldn't approve, but a mother who indulges her daughter's kinky
desires...well, that is worth watching. Do you think you can look
slutty and kinky for me tonight?"

"Yes."

"How will you do that?"

"Well, I'll keep my legs apart as much as possible, and I can keep my
chest out like I'm showing off my nipple rings. I can move close to
the guests and respond when they try to cop feels. If you want, I'll
try to get the men to fuck me, and the women to let me eat them out.
I'll be as slutty as you want me to be, Master."

"Master! Excellent, now kneel and kiss your master's cunt, Bitch.
[parting her flannel robe and making a spread] Bite it, and your ass
is grass, and I'll be the mower from Hell."

Janet knelt close and placed her hands lovingly, reverently on soft
inner thighs. She smiled, and said, "A pussy slave would never bite
her master's pussy."

With that, Janet slowly eased in with pursed lips. Sally sat stiffly,
acting ready to deliver a slap. When lips touched clit, the lips
parted and pressed on. More kisses followed over other areas, then
snaky licks, then butterfly flicks, then laps, then probing tongue
stabs into the hole.

Sally slowly relaxed and put her hand down, gripping the edge of her
seat when Janet's mouth covered the clit and she began sucking. She
said, "You amaze me, Janet. You do, indeed, seem sincere. We'll see."

Janet knew what was coming, but that didn't prepare her for the warm
mouthful of piss she suddenly held in a mouth with bulging cheeks. Her
surprised face backed off by an inch and a steady torrent of warm piss
splashed off her stunned face. Janet didn't want to look surprised or
back off, but she couldn't help either reaction. The flow was that
sudden and intense. Sally moved the fast-flowing stream all about the
stunned girl's face, soaking her hair as well.

Janet swallowed her mouthful and didn't die. Quickly gathering her
wits, she opened her mouth, captured the stream, and closed in on the
source. She stopped the leak but had to keep swallowing to do so.
Toward the end, she sucked and swallowed, and at the very end, she
nursed on the piss hole, then lapped Sally's slit, and then got her
face smeared with pussy as she held her head steady - the face fuck
Don made reference to but never explained. After a few seconds, Janet
understood perfectly. Her pretty face did, indeed, feel fucked.

Now, Janet was ready to be pushed away, but Sally couldn't bring
herself to do it. Since no shove came, Janet returned to eating pussy
when the pussy settled down and stopped eating her face. Sally
returned to languishing under a delightful tongue job.

Don walked out, brushing his teeth. He stood and stared, making
critical eye contact with Sally. Janet was not aware of him being
there. He shook his head. Sally gave him a look that said, "I'm weak;
what can I say?"

Janet ate pussy for ten minutes before giving Sally an orgasm, which
Janet lapped from the hole, and then went back to licking to bring
down another discharge of girl cum. Thirty minutes later, Don was
through with his morning ablutions. He entered the dining room to find
Sally flat on her back, wasted on the floor, Janet still eating pussy,
only now lying flat on her belly, both lying in a puddle of piss on
the hardwood floor.

He stood over them and caught Sally's dreamy eye. He said, "It's women
like you who give motherhood a bad name."

Sally smiled weakly, then said, "I don't give a fuck. She's the best,
the best ever, Don. This girl can flat suck a mean cunt. You don't
give me orgasms this good. I lost count at seven, and every one was a
killer cum."

Don could see how good Janet was. Though she'd been eating pussy for
forty-five minutes, she still looked ravenous and was after more of
the gooey stuff in the chewy center, sending her long tongue
repeatedly deep inside the splayed beaver of her new mommy.

Janet was on her belly looking damn fine and he figured she probably
needed an orgasm. He pulled a chair alongside her cute butt and
reached between her sexy legs to trip her trigger for her, but he
found little fingers already at work.

Sally said, "I told her she could frig off. The poor girl was
suffering."

"You're too kind. Are you giving her that right, now?"

"No, just when she pleases me, and only when I say. Right now, I think
she's had enough."

Janet didn't wait to be told. Both hands emerged from beneath her body
and she placed them lovingly on her master's inner thighs, then began
a loving massage. Don said, "You have the good life, Sally."

"Don't I, though. Do you wanna butt-fuck her?"

"No, I do not and stop trying to get me to molest that child. It's not
going to happen, Sally, and it better not happen by anyone else while
I'm here. You and your perverted friends can go ahead and play your
perverted games with her, but if any harm comes to this child, if she
cries real tears while I'm here, I'll tear this fucking place apart
and whip me some royal ass, and I am dead serious, Sally."

Sally shoved Janet out of her crotch and struggled to her feet. She
merged her body with Don's and pouted, "Don't be this way, Don. I'm
just having a little fun. You know I won't hurt her or let anyone else
hurt her, not really hurt her. She's a lot tougher than she looks. She
can take whatever I can dish out. She proved that. I just like playing
games and having fun. I never had a pussy slave before, and she likes
being my pussy slave. Ask her."

Janet stood at their side in her penitent pose, awed again by her
protector, her Huggy Bear. He looked to her, then said to Sally, "I
have no doubt she'd say she loves being your pussy slave. I advised
her to stop fighting you and surrender. She obviously took my advice.
She'll say anything and do anything to be on your good side. You now
have the pussy slave you always dreamed of, just don't get carried
away - and treat her right. She can always revert to the brat she was.
Neither of you wants to live with that situation again."

"Advice noted. You're right, and she was wise to listen to you. I
would have whipped the spirit out of her, or she'd have run away. We'd
both lose. I will take your feelings into account, but you must let me
amuse myself with her or I haven't won anything."

"I understand that and so does Janet. She knows she'll never leave
home a virgin, and she'll have to engage in every manner of perversion
and be photographed doing it. She knows you'll ruin her and she is
resigned to that fate. Just be decent to her while you're ruining her,
and occasionally, do something for her. Remember, you are her mother,
now. Sometimes, you have to act like a mother, and you can never
forget that you are her mother."

"I know, and I like being her mommy. She just has to understand that
her new mommy is a perverted slut, that's all."

Janet was about to cum from leg squeezes as they both looked to her,
halting the squeezing abruptly. Don said, "Was there ever any doubt in
your mind, Janet?"

"No, but I love her anyway. Sally is my mother and my master, and I
will love her in both roles. If ruining me gives her pleasure, then I
want her to ruin me in any way she pleases. I will cooperate to show
my love and devotion."

Sally came next to Janet and hugged her in a firm side embrace,
saying, "See, Don, we have bonded as mother and daughter. You have
nothing to worry about. [facing Janet] Kiss me, you slit slut."

They entered into a deep soul kiss, a real slobber swapper, grinding
their nude bodies together while cupping each other's asses. Indeed,
they had bonded. When the kiss ended, Don said, "Well, you certainly
kiss as mothers and daughters should. I'm hungry. What's for
breakfast, and don't say, pussy?"

Sally said, "Janet, make your substitute father some breakfast. I need
a long, hot bath. I'm going shopping. [stopped at the hallway
entrance] Don is in charge in my absence. Remember what I told you.
And, Don, you can play with my daughter, but don't soil her with your
seed. Your seed is for me. Oh, after I finish my bath, I'll want you
to soil me."

                                         * * *

After Sally entered the bathroom, Janet leapt onto her Huggy Bear,
wrapping her legs around his waist. She kissed him all over his
freshly-shaved and smelling of Old Spice face, then laid one on him,
right on the mouth. He held her butt and allowed her to swab his
tonsils for a few seconds before laughingly disengaging, saying, "To
what do I owe this inappropriate expression of gratitude?"

Janet leaned back in his arms wearing a beaming smile and said,
"You're my Huggy Bear, and you really do care about me."

"You weren't paying attention. I set you up to be ruined on film."

"Yes, I caught that. You are as subtle about getting what you want as
I am about wanting to suck cock. Gee, I wonder if she got the hint."

"If she didn't, she will while she soaks. That still doesn't explain
why you're so pleased with me."

"I was ruined when Sally married my father. She made that clear while
I ate her out. According to her, my father is only straight between
his legs, and only when thinking of me as a ruined slut. By the way,
he's one of the ten million you mentioned."

"I might have guessed. Living under the same roof as a girl like you
would give any man ideas. Still, you have to take everything Sally
says with a shaker full of salt. She may be advancing her own agenda
and just assuming he'll like it or learn to like it."

"Either way, she'll ruin me and Daddy will find out. No, I love my
Huggy Bear because you tried to keep her from hurting me, ruining my
life and making me miserable at the same time. You care about me, and
don't say you don't."

As he looked into her lovely face with those large loving eyes, he
knew she was right. He could never deny the fondness he felt, but he
still wanted her ruination put on film, and he still needed to make a
bundle off her manipulated ass. He was in quite a quandary and getting
a hardon which was already pressing against her ass as he said, "I do,
but I'll still allow Sally her plaything. I still want my pictures,
and I'd still like to fuck the stuffin's out of you."

"I can tell that you're not lying. Lift me up and set me on it. Sally
wants me to fuck and get knocked up, and I want to see what punishment
she'll meat out if I steal your seed from you."

"Yes, but I want my Rover-gets-a-young-virgin shot."

"Well, you'd better set it up for this afternoon, because I think
Sally wants me to get fucked tonight. She wants a lot of things, but
they mostly fall into the slut category, and she wants to get started
right away. She said she'd whip my poor pussy raw if I have another
period. That is whipping in the worst way. I could do without her
pussy whippings, so I need sperm, lots of sperm. I want lots of your
sperm, Huggy Bear. If I have to bear a bastard to make her happy, I
want your bastard."

"Your new mommy is a nasty little slut, isn't she?"

"Yes, but she has sexy legs and a great tasting pussy. I can live with
nasty. What I can't live with is a sore pussy that I can't bear to
touch."

Setting her on her feet, Don said, "Well, I can't live without
breakfast, and you have orders. Get busy or I'm going to tell your
master that you need disciplining in the worst way."

Janet pouted with a protruding lower lip, then broke a smile and said,
"All right, but mess with me while I make you something. Remember, we
have a deal."

Don poured himself a cup of fresh coffee, saying, "I'll mess with you
at my convenience. Get to work." He smacked her butt then headed
toward the kitchen table.

Taking his seat with a view of Janet as she went about her chores, Don
sipped and studied the provocative displays she offered as she did all
she could to sexually entice him to come and play. Her attempts were
cute, bordering on pathetic, and reminded him of a bitch in heat.

Janet wouldn't even put on an apron to fry the bacon, so that little
chore was not only cute, it was painfully pathetic. One good splatter
caught most of her right tit and set her to dance. Another sizable
drop landed right on the tip of her left nipple and made her yell. She
recovered and looked to Don, saying, "Next time, you get cold corn
flakes."

He smiled and said, "That's what I wanted this time, but since you're
this far into it, eggs and bacon will do."

She gave him a stern look while threateningly holding a dripping
spatula, then said, "You Huggy Bear asshole."

Don smiled and, while sipping his coffee, he realized how much he
liked this extraordinary woman/child that he was about to royally fuck
over with Sally's help. He also thought about how much money he could
make in two weeks. Torn was an understatement.

The breakfast was great, the bacon perfect, nice and crisp like
Janet's left nipple which had a blister that needed popping. She had
an ice cube on it. She sat kitty-corner to Don, sitting on the corner
of her chair like a saddle-sore cowboy so that her Huggy Bear could
see pink pussy parts while eating his breakfast.

Don appreciated the view and she noted where his eyes kept venturing.
She said, "Damn, my master is going to be so pissed at me for fucking
up her nipple. I've never had a blister on my nipple before. What
should I do? I can't leave it like this."

"After breakfast, I'll drain it for you. Keep the ice on. That'll
help."

She smiled warmly, further melting his heart. Don placed the fork in
his left hand so that he could scratch her vaginal itch a bit; plus,
her pink display drew his finger like a magnet. When his index finger
touched her clit and easily slid down and into the hole, Janet
straightened, swooned, leaned back, and made one of her please-finger-
fuck-my-pussy spreads by placing both feet on the corners of her chair
and laying the knees down.

Don smiled and gave her virgin fuck hole a short two-finger workout,
saying, "You're pathetic, do you know that?"

"Yes, but I don't care. Make me cum."

"I'm just checking your oil."

"Am I low?"

No, you're flowing over. [she giggled and looked] Janet, your life is
about to take a radical turn. Don't you have any reservations about
this?"

She looked up, thought, then shrugged, then said, "I guess, but my
only option is to run away from home. I don't want to do that. I'm
comfortable here; besides, my father would disown me if I ever ran
away. He's rich, and I'm the only heir. I'm not stupid. If I were on
the street, chances are I'd get ruined even worse. I know I'm molester
bait, pimp bait, porno bitch bait, only people who don't love me and
fear my dad won't be nice to me."

"You have a point, but you can always go from here into a sheltered
environment, even go to college, make your own way. You are also
glamour bait, doctor bait, lawyer bait, millionaire bait, and you do
have people like me who will look after you. For a doll like you,
Huggy Bears are a dime a dozen."

"Are you making me a serious offer while finger fucking me? If you
are, again, I'm not stupid, and I do know what you like - woof woof. I
may be a natural blonde but I aren't stoopid, Huggy Bear."

"No, you're not. Good point. I guess I just feel terribly guilty
because I know where you're headed if you remain on Sally's path of
fun and ruination."

"I do, too. She likes to talk while a pussy slave serves her carnal
desires. She doesn't hide much, or hold her bladder in much. Look at
my belly. [highlighting her mounded belly] This is a morning pee along
with a pot of coffee. Piss better not be harmful, or I'm dead.
Actually, I love being her pee pee toilet, but I didn't count on
vulgar tattoos or having sex with my father. Evidently, he'd like to
pork me and not use a rubber."

"I can't say I blame him. How does that set with you?"

"I'm still here, aren't I? When you came in, I was still eating pussy,
wasn't I? Actually, that part didn't set too well, and if she is right
about my dad getting off on knocking me up and using me like a slut,
this will be tough. I have never thought of my father in a sexual way;
besides, I'll bet he has a teeny weeny. In fact, I know he does. I
never saw it hard, but I've seen it soft. Daddy's dick is about the
size of your thumb - whoopee. I need a whopper like Brutus. Speaking
of Brutus, would you mind moving your arm so that I can see him
better?"

Don smiled and shifted to allow her to see his erection, then
abandoned his fingering to display it for her while leaning back in
his seat. Janet was sorry to lose the fingers, but wide-eyed on seeing
Brutus. She set her feet down and leaned over him, placing both hands
on the beast as she marveled, "God, your cock is gorgeous. Can I suck
it?"

"I'm trying to eat."

"So, eat while I suck."

"I find that distracting and very rude behavior from a young lady."

She laughed just as she was about to engulf the head. She couldn't
stop laughing, so she abandoned the effort and just jacked the shaft,
saying, "Rude behavior, right. I suppose, now, you don't want to see a
young lady virgin get fucked by a mutt."

"I'm willing to back off. I'm willing to keep Sally from going there.
All I need is for you to tell me you don't want to go there."

Janet released his dick and sat back in her chair to observe him,
still with her legs wide, but with critical observation. Don knew he
had raised suspicions. After a few moments, she said, "What is going
on, Don? Why are you backing off just as I am willing to go all the
way? You started this shit. You planted all the bugs in my head."

Don set his fork down and faced her with both hands on her knees. He
looked at her beaver, then into her face, then said, "I know, and I
regret doing it. I feel like I'm propelling you down a life path you
would never have gone down, and my motives were less than honorable. I
want the mutt thing primarily for the money I'll get for setting it
up."

Janet watched his cock slowly lose pressure and droop like a deflated
bag. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What does it mean when a penis
deflates if a hardon reflects the truth?"

"It depends on what's said. In this case, a droopy penis indicates
sincerity because we're not talking dirty or about the possibility of
Brutus getting wet."

"Oh. Sincerity, huh. Ok, Mister Sincere, now I'll be sincere. You
can't get me to do anything I don't want to do, no matter what you
say. You're a man. I will never fully trust you. Sally can because
she's a woman, but I still decide what I'll give her and what I won't.
With her, it's a bit of give and take. I'll tolerate some things I
hate to get some things I want, and I will trust her on some things,
not on others. What I'm saying is, stop feeling guilty and go back to
being a man, my Huggy Bear with a Brutus cock. Let me worry about
Janet."

Don smiled big as she went on, "And if you want to see a dog fuck a
virgin, or just make a few bucks off it, you'd better act quickly,
because I think Sally plans to pass my sexy ass around tonight. If I
have to choose between satisfying my Huggy Bear and pleasing my
master, guess who gets pleased?"

"Well, then I guess I'd better be waiting with a towel draped over
Brutus when Sally emerges from the bath, then hadn't I?"

"I would if I had a Brutus between my legs. Can I join you? You both
need licking, don't you?"

Don got up but placed a hand on her head to keep her in her seat,
saying, "I need time alone with her so that I don't look like a
hypocrite, plus, I want to get that bug planted exactly right so that
she thinks it's her idea. You know too much about men already. You
just stay here and get yourself in trouble by playing with yourself."

She looked up and back as he departed, then said as he disappeared
from sight, "I will, so drop a bug for her to sniff my naughty
fingers."

                                    * * *

Don entered the master bath just as Sally stepped from the tub. He
tossed her a towel and said, "The kid is smarter than I thought. I'm
not sure who is taking advantage of who."

Sally toweled and smiled, then said while doing her back, "I got the
same impression. What I can't figure out is why she has taken so long
to take advantage. The girl has been famished for pussy, and I have
been all but force feeding it to her with her jaws tightly clenched.
Now, she does a total one-eighty."

Don sat on the toilet lid and dried Sally's legs for her, saying,
"Maybe she just needed that gentle push, and now she's off and
running."

"Maybe. So, what now, Mr. Answerman?"

"I guess we party. She appears to be ready for anything and
everything. Why play games. The only thing is, if she ever learns that
we played a number on her, she might get pissed."

Sally had been playing with his dick which was now rampant, so she
straddled the toilet with Don on it and fed Brutus into herself. She
had to work at it as she'd washed out all of her natural lubricants,
but she soon had him in all the way.

After the effort, Sally needed a rest and simply sat with Brutus
buried to the balls. She looked into Don's smiling face and said, "I
doubt she'll ever be pissed - disillusioned, maybe, but not pissed.
Why are you sweating it? I have to live here."

Sally began doing slow lifts and squats. She always did like
controlling the action, so Don just sat back and let her, saying, "I'm
getting to like the kid. She calls me her Huggy Bear. She's dying to
fuck me, suck me or fuck me. The kid loves Brutus."

"Her eyes are bigger than her twat. Give me a plan, Huggy Bear. How do
you want to play this? You may not know what you're doing, but your
methods work."

"For one, she needs that cherry popped, and I want a dog to pop it.
That means, in addition to a clit ringing, we need to arrange a mutt
session for tonight."

"That leaves out the Kensingtons; although, that could be interesting.
They're friends of Paul and practically raised Janet. Susan Kensington
and I hit it off. She's bi. We hit it off good, and she told me how
she has fantasized about Janet for years. She almost went for it a
number of times. That's why I thought she'd like to see the ringing.
It would give her a good long look at the kid's snatch."

"But you're not sure she'd enjoy watching her get bred."

"She probably would. It's Ben, her husband. He's Paul's best buddy,
and he keeps close tabs on Susan after dark. She can't come without
him."

"If he has a dick, I think I can speak for Ken."

"Can you assure me that Ben won't speak to Paul? Mutts were never part
of the deal. I'm not sure he wouldn't be furious with me. You don't
put a mutt on Paul's little princess."

"If Ben gets to fuck Paul's daughter, yes, he'll probably keep quiet
about the mutt. Is Susan possessive?"

"Not a bit."

"Who else is on your guest list?"

"A couple I met in San Diego and did some swinging with a few years
ago. They're cool, so cool they swing with their kids. They might even
want to bring the kids along."

"How many and what ages?"

"Four, all under fourteen - two boys, two girls. The youngest is a
nine-year-old girl that can take half of Brutus. The fourteen-year-old
is a doll like Janet that can take Brutus to the balls, or damn near."

"Shit, then I'd like to meet them."

"Chances are good you will. The other couple is Phyllis and Bill
Bradshaw, a couple I'm trying to seduce. They both turn me on. They're
newlyweds, early twenties. Phyllis does my hair. Her husband works
there, too. I want them both. I need a good ice breaker to get a
threesome going. With the doggie business, we're talking ice crusher."

"Suppose they don't like their ice crushed?"

"I'll risk it. I can always go to another salon. They'll know this is
a sex thing. If they're not into sexual exhibitions, they'll bail.
Once any of my people get here and see Janet get her ring, they'll be
in the mood for anything involving Janet. What about your people? How
low down on the social ladder are they? Are we talking dirty old men
in overcoats?"

W"e're not talking Rhodes scholars, but they can clean up, and two
have porno sluts that can pose as wives - hell, they are wives, they
just don't belong to my friends. If you want everyone coupled up, I
can invite two men, two women, but there are four men who run this
business as a joint enterprise. They'd all like to be in on this."

"How much control can you exert?"

"They'll play by my ground rules."

"Then invite all four."

"We need to decide what the ground rules are and then let the pros go
to work."

"Well, I say we lay on the dog action and let her do some man fucking
afterward. I'm going to do a bi number with her just to give Phyllis
ideas and light a fire in her panties. The rest can join or abstain,
but let's set eight as the start time and midnight as the end time.
That way, my people will be under pressure to act or miss out. Your
people should have no problem getting in all they want. My ring man
will take payment in Janet pussy. Hell, that's what he wanted for the
ring job."

"I didn't want an orgy, but we may as well strike while the iron is
hot. Once she is an ex-virgin and possibly pregnant, there isn't much
chance she'll try to return to old ways. Besides, she appears firmly
committed to this course."

"She convinced me, now cum deep so I can feed her long and slow."

"Your timing is perfect, just pick up the pace and put your fingers in
your ears to hold the cum in."

She did, and it all stayed in. When she eased off the cock, she
pinched her labia closed, saying, "Now comes the test of a true pussy
slave. We'll see if her fantasy is strong enough to carry her through
this evening's festivities."

"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. She loves pussy, and is dying
to try sperm. The two together should be sweet ambrosia to her."

"It was to me. Ready?"

"Ready."

                                    * * *

They found Janet sitting on the sofa with her legs drawn up frog
fashion, naturally, caught in the act of masturbation, going to town
with one hand rubbing furiously on her clit, the other with three
fingers plunging away at the hole. She didn't even notice their
arrival until Don stopped her hands.

When Janet opened her eyes, she saw a stern mistress scowling at her
while holding her pussy lips closed. Janet turned sheepish as Sally
yelled, "When I get home, I'm going to whip your cunt good, now get on
your knees and eat me. Unsoil my loins, you little slut!"

Janet got to her knees before her master. Don sat in her place on the
sofa. Sally stood with her feet out and let go of her pussy. Thick
fuck belched from her cunt and began rolling down both legs before
Janet's wide eyes. Janet stared at the mess for a few seconds, long
enough for the run on the left leg to reach the knee before leaning in
with her tongue out to catch it.

Don got to see the lap that saved the knee, and the expression on
Janet's face as she drew the yucky slop into her mouth. Not exactly
sweet ambrosia, but not exactly puss off a baboon's ass either. It was
clearly somewhere in between.

She took another, then another, and another until lap followed lap in
quick order leading to the lapping of the slit. She lapped the
freshly-fucked slit for a while before zeroing in on the hole, lapping
fuck from the source. Sally was in ecstasy. Don grew another erection.
Janet was back to playing with herself unknown to her master.

Once Janet had to use her talented tongue to go digging deep for fuck,
the show took on a new level of vulgar eroticism. Sally and Don
watched in awe as the young girl dined on fuck like a starving
refugee. Sally could barely remain standing. Don wanted to shove his
dick up Janet's ass, for that gorgeous ass was between his knees and
he watched delicate fingers enter the hole, both holes. The little
bitch was hot, bucking for a fucking.

After a ten-minute eat-out, Janet must have captured every drop of
pussy juice and every last sperm cell. Sally finally had enough and
walked away on wobbly legs, leaving Janet wanting to follow on her
knees. Don gripped her hips with his knees to hold her in place.

Sally addressed Janet, saying, "Now, clean him while I get dressed."

Don relaxed his grip. Janet turned around within his legs, eyed the
messy cock, and smiled. He said as Sally left the room, "Bon appetite!
"

Janet licked Brutus and his two companions from stem to stern and
back, then sent her tongue up Don's asshole. She jacked him, sucked
him, jacked while sucking, and sucked each nut into her mouth while
jacking. When Sally emerged fifteen minutes later, all dolled up and
ready to leave, Janet was still playing with Brutus.

Sally stood behind Janet and established eye contact with Don who now
looked a bit sheepish, realizing that he was about to be left to a man
eater. Sally smiled and then said, "I'm leaving now. Don, don't let
her run the house or violate my rules. Discipline her if you must. In
fact, she has a cunt whipping coming. Handle that."

She went to the front door, paused, then turned and said, "I suppose I
should pee before I go."

That was all Janet needed to hear. She crawled to Sally on her knees,
got her head under the tight skirt, and Sally took a piss. Not a drop
spilled.

After Sally left, Janet faced Don with a wet smile and a mouthful. She
crawled back to him, got close, opened her mouth so he could look
inside and see the amber lake, then after he watched, the lake drain.
She licked her lips and said, "God, I love serving that fucking slut.
Thanks for turning me on to piss, Huggy Bear."

"You're welcome, my little trench commando."

Janet climbed onto his lap and straddled his loins, pinning Brutus
with her snatch, saying, "Well, how did it go? Am I getting fucked by
a mutt tonight?"

"Yes, and you'll have quite an audience to watch. We figure fourteen
not counting me, Sally, and the dog."

"Fourteen? Really? That makes sixteen people in all. Shit, I didn't
count on there being that many. I just figured on the ring guy, the
dog guy, you and Sally, and maybe a couple of Sally's guy friends."

"Is that a problem?"

"Sixteen is a lot. I've never been seen by more than three. Shit,
sixteen! Anyone I know?"

"I think you know the Kensingtons, right?"

"Sally would not invite them - would she?"

"She plans to, yes."

"She's crazy. They'll freak. My dad will find out before he's ready to
find out, and he may never be ready for what you guys have planned.
He'll rush home. I'll be grounded for life, and Sally will be history.
You have to stop her, Don. She's gone nuts."

"I think she knows what she's doing. Susan is bi, you know?"

"Susan Kensington is bisexual? No way!"

"Sally would know. They've gotten it on."

"No, I would know. That can't be. Susan was my mother's very best
friend. If Susan were bi..."

"Mommy was bi. Now you know why you are. What's so hard to believe
about that?"

"Don, my mother was...no...couldn't be...could she be?"

"I would think so, but why not ask Susan right after you two get
through sixty-nineing for us."

Janet appeared deep in thought, awed by the news. Don let her absorb
the news. When Janet was ready, she said, "My mother was a hypocrite
if she was getting it on with Susan all these years. Then again, she
never tried to steer me away from women, just boys. Still, she acted
so straight and proper, filling my head with moral bullshit."

"Mothers do that. Sally is the exception. She uses reverse psychology.
She fills a daughter with slut thoughts because she knows she'll do
the opposite and be a good girl."

"Good strategy....So, Sally thinks Susan and Ben would like to see me
get it on with a mutt and a bunch of guys....I think she's wrong."

"She might be, but we're going to offer Ben a piece of your ass to
keep him quiet."

"Ben fuck me? I can't picture that...on second thought, under those
circumstances, assuming he stays and watches, he might. I know he
wants to. He is very touchy feely lately, and if everyone else is
getting some...and Susan and I get it on...you know, I'll bet he
would. Oh, god, Don, that would be a trip, me and my Dad's best
friend, fucking. Did Sally say I'd be getting fucked by the men?"

"She said she'd invite them to have a piece, yes. I know the four men
I'm inviting will, for sure. The ring guy will. I'll give it a shot
once you're loosened up. That's six right there."

"Oh, Don, yes, you must, and cum inside my pussy. I want Ben. I want
him bad. I want pictures of me and Ben getting it on."

"Pictures your daddy might find?"

"Might? He'll find them. I'll see that he finds them. Sally will see
that he finds them. Odds are, she'll fax them to him, those and
others. According to her, she and my dad fuck and fantasize about me
being a slut. She said if he had proof that I was, he'd have no qualms
about using me, too. If my dad knew Ben was getting some, I doubt he'd
have any problem. He'd probably have no problem getting sloppy seconds
after Ben."

"I thought you weren't interested in hopping on pop."

"No, but my master is. I am too, in a kinky way. He is my father, you
know. They want me in bed with them. Kinky, huh?"

"Oh, yes."

"Can you imagine? My father fucking me while Sally sits on my face."

"Yes, but when I imagine it, Sally just got fucked by a mutt."

"You're sick. I like you....Say, Don, do you know if Sally ever got it
on with a dog?"

"I don't recall, but I'd bet she has or will without much prodding."

"Ummm, wouldn't that be a picture...me licking them while they fuck
and then eating her out after the dog pulls out...my father
watching...jacking off to it?"

"That would be something. Janet, you have a filthy mind. Did anyone
ever tell you that?"

"Yes, my mother, countless times. She'd catch me masturbating, or
catch me with stinky fingers, and then demand to know what I had been
thinking. She caught me a lot, and I could not lie to her without her
knowing I was lying, so I told her exactly what I'd been fantasizing
about in minute detail - embarrassing as hell, let me tell you."

"I take it your fantasies were not as tame as you led me to believe."

"When I was ten, they were pretty tame. Since puberty, especially
since high school, they've been pretty kinky for a girl my age. You
heard one - my workout bitch one. I've had to tell Mom that one a
dozen times, and with all the juicy details. You just got the Readers
Digest version. Now, I know she got off on hearing my most private
thoughts and fantasies after Susan planted those ideas in my head to
see what would germinate. I'll bet she shared the fruit with Susan.
I'll bet they frigged each other off to them, and then got in a sixty-
nine to eat what leaked out. Fucking hypocrites. They could have, at
least, invited me to play."

"Fucking hypocrites."

"No shit! That is exactly what they were up to. They were doing a
number on my head, working together like you and Sally are with your
dumb good cop, bad cop routine. God damnit, I'm going to fuck their
husbands."

Don's mouth fell open and she shut it for him with a warm smile. He
slowly made a smile to match her smile and said, "So, how long have
you known?"

"I didn't have a clue until I saw the expression you just made. I was
just checking out a hunch. That's rotten, Huggy Bear."

"Yes, very, and I wanted out and wanted to let you off the hook. You
convinced me that you wanted this shit. What will you do, now?"

"My momma didn't raise no fool. I'm going to fuck a god damn dog in a
large crowd while the act gets recorded for posterity. I hope my
future husband finds a copy posted to his bulletin board at the plant,
and my kids keep getting them stuffed into their wall lockers at
school. What Linda Lovelace did for cock suckers, I plan to do for
mutt fuckers. Mom would have wanted that. I hope she's watching from
wherever she is, and I hope she has some kind of pussy to stimulate
over there, because this is going to be one hot fucking mutt-fuck
show. What are you going to do, Huggy Bear?"

"Watch - watch, and make a bundle. My momma didn't raise no fool,
neither."

                           The End


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open sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos,
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remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. PP

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