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"See what you started, Mom." "I know. I'm so sorry, but Barry's right. You can't leave him hanging like this. Two wrongs don't make a right." "Well, I guess I better take my clothes off then." Barry said, "Sit up. I'll help." Candy's dress slipped over her head, leaving her in her bra. Barry removed the bra and even removed her high heels. "Damn, this is one fine pussy. I like the shave. It's so smooth and you can see everything." "Don't you like my breasts?" "Everybody agrees that your tits are the best in the state. These are great titties." Barry played with her tits, then went back to her cunt. He fingered her hole. I'd been watching his bulge grow from the time I pressed my fingers to his balls. Barry had an impressive lump, but I was dying to see his naked cock. He went right for the belt and had his turgid manhood out in full, pulsing, glory before our eyes. God damn that was a gorgeous cock. He had at least eight inches to offer, and that was slightly better than I was not getting. I wanted that cock for myself, but I remembered why we were there. He needed to seduce Candy without my help. I had interfered enough as it was. Barry removed all of his clothes, then sat between us, displaying his cock proudly. When I didn't comment on it or reach out and fondle it, Barry looked disappointed. I think he had hopes of a mother/daughter bang. I did, too, but I caught myself in time. Barry turned his attentions back to Candy, who was sitting up with her legs folded under her, watching him stroke his cock. Barry said, "Well, do you like my cock?" "I guess. I've never seen one...a real one. I've seen baby ones, but they don't count. It sure is big." "Here, put your hand on it. No, wrap your fingers around it. Yeah, like that. Now pump. Yeah, that's it." "The skin slides." "That makes fucking easier. See that stuff leaking out. That's not piss, that's precum. Feel it. It's super slippery." "You're right. It's like sewing machine oil." "That will help lubricate your pussy when we fuck." "You seem to think we're going to go all the way. I only agreed to get naked." Barry pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss. Candy's hand kept pumping his cock. She was melting in his mouth, but her hand wasn't about to release that prize. Barry had one hand working her pussy and another on her tits. Candy was a goner in seconds and allowed herself to be moved so that he stood on the floorboard hovering over her with her legs wide. He moved her to the center of the seat, beside me. I'm sure he did this for my benefit, because I only had to look down to see the penetration. The trouble was, he blocked the moonlight. I wasn't about to miss this, so I flipped on the interior light, and there was that glorious pussy, open to receive that magnificent cock. He pulled her ass to the edge of the seat and pressed her knees out flat. Her left knee was actually pinned between my lap and the steering wheel. He positioned her in perfect position for a fuck, all the while, maintaining that kiss. He was good. She broke the kiss when he took his cock and forced it down to aim at her hole. She removed her hand from his cock and used both hands to push against his hip bones. She struggled to get up, but I applied slight upward pressure to keep her leg trapped under the wheel. Barry used his free hand to press her right knee down. She was pinned like a bug. She said, "Barry, no!" Barry pushed forward. "Barry, don't. I'm not ready for that." His cockhead pressed to her hole. "I mean it, Barry. Don't push any more." The head squeezed in. "Barry, just be satisfied with the head inside. I don't want to go all the way." Barry kept pumping and the cock inched its way in by fractions until he encountered her hymen. "Ouch, that hurts. Barry, you're hurting me. Barry. Mom, make him stop. Mom! Mother! Uggggh! Ow, ugh...oh, oh...oh...Oh Barry." They were fucking, or do you need a real picture? Barry screwed her like that until all signs of resistance were gone, then placed her in a variety of positions, all designed to show off to me. He sat beside me and had her mount him facing forwards, then backwards. He screwed her doggie style while she hung out my window. That was bizarre, watching my daughter getting fucked right in my face. It was right in my face, too. Her ass kept bumping my chin and his hip bone hit behind my ear. That was my fault, though. I shouldn't have tried to look so closely. Barry had Candy roll to her back, hanging out the window so he could offer me the front view. I had to help support her because the window frame dug into her back. So there I was, literally holding her up for the fucking. The view was worth it, especially when he placed her right leg around my head. I could have pursed my lips and they would have rode along on the shaft of his dick as it sawed in and out of Candy's twat. That's up close and personal, friends. I couldn't resist giving his cock a lick or two-hundred. I licked his dick whenever I knew Candy wasn't looking. The aroma and taste of fuck filled my brain. For the finale, Barry laid Candy's head in my lap and laid her body out on the front seat, then began screwing my daughter in earnest. I thought placing her head in my lap was a nice touch. I stroked her face while he pounded her cunt. Occasionally, she'd look up at me with those far away eyes. "Oh God, fuck me, Barry. Fuck my pussy. Oh, Mommy, he's fucking me." "I can see that; but on the other hand, I don't see a thing. I'm not here." "Oh yes you are, and you're watching a guy fuck me. He's fucking me so good, Mommy. Can I say fuck when I'm getting fucked?" "Yes, dear." "Fuck me harder, Barry. Oh God! Mom...I was easy, wasn't I?" "Well...yes, you were." "I'm such a slut, aren't I?" I knew it would come back to haunt me, but it was clear she wanted to hear me say it. I said, "Any girl that spreads her legs as quickly as you did and goes all the way on the first date is a slut in my book." "Yes, I am a slut. Fuck me, Barry. I'm a slut. Oh Yessssss! Ohhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh JESUS!" My first fuck wasn't nearly so good. I didn't even cum. Candy came again shortly after this, and again when Barry pumped her womb full of potent sperm. They dressed on the ride back. We dropped Barry off. Before he got out, he asked Candy to go steady. That kid knew a good thing when he saw it. He had a foxy girl with a sexy mom that picks up and delivers. I told him that John would not permit Candy to go steady. She could go on chaperoned dates, but not with one guy only. He said no such thing, but Candy needed to sample more seduction techniques. She was ready to jump at his offer. As we left, she said, "You're not going to tell Daddy what a slut I was, are you." "Of course not. He'll never hear any of this. Besides, you're not a slut, you just lost control." "I was easy. You said so yourself." "You were, but that's because you're new to this, and Barry was very experienced. If you don't want to be easy, think about what he did to make you cooperate. Next time, you'll be on guard." "I know why I was easy this time." "You do? Why?" "Because you took my panties off for him." "So it's my fault." "I didn't mean that. I took it to mean that it was okay by you, that you approved what he was doing to me." "You read into it, then. I wasn't thinking along those lines. The panties were coming off. I could see that. It just seemed the thing to do. I took my panties off on my first date, too. I figure just about every girl goes that far." "I suppose they do. Did you go all the way like I did?" "No. I stopped at panties. I think I went all the way on my fourth or fifth date." "God, I was easy." "Yes, you were, but that doesn't make you a slut." "You thought it did a while ago." "I just said what you wanted to hear." "You're pretty smart, Mom. I did want to hear you say it. I don't know why. It's crazy, huh? I had a climax right after. Did you notice?" I burst out laughing, then calmed and said, "Yes, we both noticed. You were as subtle as a monkey staked on an ant hill. You came three times by my count." "Right on. Three good ones. Mom...I like sex." "So welcome to the human race." "I'm glad Dad won't let me go steady. I almost said yes. There's lots better guys than Barry. He'll blab all over, but no one will believe him. They all know you went with us. I kinda hope they do believe. Maybe they'll stop calling me baby. I thought that bikini would stop it, but it made things worse. You know what they call me, now? Baby Bambi." "I like it. The name suits you." "Bambi is a whore, Mom. She does it with every guy she sees, and she even did it with a dog at a party. I saw the pictures. Do you still think it suits me?" She struck a nerve with me. Dogs litter my fantasies, even some I've had with Candy. I have a mental image of a big black lab mounting Candy as she walks to the pool in her bikini. That ridiculous excuse for a bathing suit would not stop a determined dog, and the picture always makes me cum. I said, "After what I saw tonight, it still might suit you. Candy, did those pictures actually show the dog's penis entering the girl's vagina?" "Yes, and from close-up. They focused on that, especially. The dog came in her vagina, too. There was a great picture of his penis slipping out and all this creamy stuff flowing out around the tip. It sure was messy." "God, I'd love to see those pictures." "Gosh, Mom, I thought you'd be shocked. I hope you're not going to start calling me Baby Bambi, too." "I won't in public, but I think it's kind of cute. You don't mind if I call you that in private, do you?" "Well, not really. Just don't let Daddy hear you. Everybody in town has heard stories about Bambi." "Tell me more about the pictures." "Oh, yeah. They did show his penis just before it went into her her vagina. You could tell it was before, because her vagina wasn't messy." "You don't need to use nice words with me, Baby Bambi. I've watched you fuck, remember." "Boy, that's weird hearing you calling me Baby Bambi. It's kind of like when you called me a slut. It makes goose bumps on me. I like it." "All right, Baby Bambi, tell me about those pictures. I'll drive around for a while. We're getting home kind of early, anyway. Hey, we could drive back out to the lake. It was beautiful there, though I doubt you noticed." "That would be weird going parking with my mother. That's where everybody goes. The place was empty because it was still very early. I doubt it will be empty now." "Maybe not. We did pass two cars on the way out. Still, our side windows are tinted, and who says a mother can't drive out to the lake to talk with her daughter." "Well, I suppose we could. Don't be surprised if the cops check us out. They do that a lot. They get their jollies surprising kids while they're screwing. They don't do anything except shine their lights all over them and make everybody get out of the car. I know three girls that had to stand in their headlights totally naked while the cops checked ID's'. If the girl is under sixteen, they take her home to her folks wearing only a blanket. They did that to Christa Stewart and Penny Fields. They made Penny strip naked in front of a bunch of kids. She was just necking with a guy." "I wish you'd told me about that when Barry suggested we go to the lake. Can you imagine if they'd driven up when you were hanging out the window, or shined a flashlight in while Barry was fucking your pussy with your head in my lap? You're under sixteen, you know, Baby Bambi." "I can't believe how neat it is hearing you call me Baby Bambi and using words like fuck and pussy." "I'm glad; now answer my question." "I thought it was too early to worry about cops. They won't waste a trip out to the lake when there's a good chance no cars will be there. Besides, I could see if any cars were coming, and I had my Mom with me. They wouldn't take me from you and deliver me to Dad." "They might after they put me in jail, Baby Bambi." "You don't have to worry about that. The lake is out of their jurisdiction. They can't arrest anyone. I heard they caught a man screwing a ten-year-old, his own daughter. They beat him up, and took the girl home, but they couldn't arrest him. That's what I heard, anyway. Yeah, let's do go out to the lake. I like talking to you this way." "I don't want to go out there, now." "Mom, we're just going to be talking. It's not like we're going to get naked and play with each other. Boy, wouldn't that be something if they shined their lights in a car and saw a mother and daughter doing what lezzies do." "Just what do lezzies do, Baby Bambi?" "You know. They lick each others pussies. Didn't you know that?" "I knew it, but I didn't think you did. Baby Bambi is a good name for you. I'm sure Big Bambi licks pussies, doesn't she?" "Yes, she does, and I've seen those pictures too. After seeing those, I'd let her lick my pussy. Mom...did you ever let a lezzie lick your pussy?" "No, but I sure wish I had one right now." "Do you mean it? Would you really let a girl do that?" "In a heart beat; wouldn't you?" "I did." I almost swerved off the road. When I got steady, I looked to her smiling face and said, "You did? Who, when, where, and how? Details, Baby Bambi, I want details." "Wow, this really turns you on, doesn't it?" "After watching you get your cute little pussy fucked, and after hearing about a dog fucking your namesake, and after all this talk about licking pussy, my pussy would have to be dead and buried not to respond. I'll go to the lake, now tell me." "Do you think my pussy is cute?" "Baby Bambi, don't change the subject. And, yes, I think your pussy is cute. You have an adorable pussy. I love shaving it, and I'd probably lick it in a heart beat. Now out with it!" "Are you serious? You'd actually lick my pussy?" "Baby Bambi, you're avoiding the topic." "I want to know. Tell me the truth, then I'll tell you all you want to hear. It's good, too, really juicy, and you know the girl who did it. You even know her Mother, and her mother put her up to it." "Oh, Jesus! You better not be making this up. It's Judy and Pat Shriver, isn't it?" "No way, that dog. I wouldn't let her sniff my pussy." "Karen and June Winslow?" "Come on, Mom, the holy rollers? I can't believe you didn't guess right off." "Not Sarah and Gwen." "Bingo!" "Candy, no! Not my best friend. Not with Gwen, she's only six." "So, she has a tongue, and so does Sarah, a nice long, warm, silky-soft tongue." "Are you serious? I swear, if you're making this up, I'll turn this car around and tell your father what a slut you are." Candy laughed, then said, "Go ahead, but it's true. I'll swear on a bible. Don't you want to hear all about it? All you have to do is tell me the truth, the honest truth, not just something you think I want to hear." "I swear, Baby Bambi, I'll lick your pussy for you anytime you want it licked. I'll lick it right now with all that cum in it. I'll lick it while you're taking a piss. I'll even lick it when it's on the rag." "Oh God! Not while I'm pissing, not while I'm having my period! I don't believe you. You're just saying that to hear about Sarah and Gwen. No way would you lick my pussy right now, not with all this sperm oozing out of it. It's a gooey mess." We were in the country, on the lake road. I swerved to the shoulder and braked fast. I threw Candy back on the seat and pried her legs apart, thankful that Barry took her panties as a souvenir. Candy was giggling, straining to look between her legs as my head pressed to her wet beaver and my tongue shot far up her sloppy hole. She cried out, "Oh, Mom! Oh, Mom! Oh, you shouldn't stick your tongue up my pussy hole, not after a guy came in there. Oh, shit! You're eating his cum, aren't you? Oh, God, Mom, that is so gross!" Candy made a wider spread, heaving up her loins in lewd offering, saying, "Here, is that better? Do you like getting your tongue way inside? Shit, you suck my pussy better that Sarah and Gwen put together. Yeah, clean up the mess so Daddy won't see sperm in my pussy and find out what a bad job of chaperoning you did." Candy was grinding her cunt on my sucking mouth. She even humped my nose after lifting her pelvis and capturing my nose in her hole. I nose-fucked her while licking her asshole. I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't get enough of my face in her crotch, and she couldn't get enough of her crotch in my face. She wiped her cunt all over my face, and I licked everything that crossed my mouth. I was on my knees and elbows with one hand in my panties, frigging my cunt to beat the band. I tore the crotch out of my panties. The ripping material alerted Candy to my frigging. She said, "Are you finger-fucking your pussy, Mom?" "Yes, Baby Bambi!" "I wish I could see that." "I looked up, saw no cars coming, then reversed myself over her after pulling her down the seat. I resumed my cunt sucking and frigged my cunt, right over her face. She pushed my dress up over my ass and up to my tits. I didn't think a passing car could see my naked ass, so I didn't worry. I was too gone, anyway. Candy's fingers joined mine. I had fifteen digits in my hot box. She said, "If Daddy checks my pussy, and finds out my cherry is busted, I'm not taking all the blame. You were supposed to chaperone me." I lifted up to say, "He won't check, but if he does, tell him the truth." "He's checked before." "What? Are you telling the truth?" "Yes, he has checked me ten or twelve times since my birthday. That's more than once a week." My mind raced. "How does he check?" "How do you think? By putting his thumb way up my pussy hole." It was true. John is the only guy I ever knew who uses his thumb more than his fingers. Shit, if he was doing that, I had nothing to worry about. She said, "I'm telling him you pulled my panties off, and I asked you to stop him, begged you to stop him, but you wouldn't. You even held my legs apart so he could fuck me. That's the truth." I was surprised that the slight pressure I exerted on her leg was even noticed, much less twisted to my holding her legs apart. What the hell. I was feeling generous. I said, "That is the truth, so tell him that if he checks." "I hope he checks tonight. I like it when he checks. He checks my pussy real good for a long time. He always makes me cum. Oh God, you're gonna make me cum, too. Oh yes! Suck my clitty, Mom! Suck it hard!" Candy made me cum too. We came so hard, we didn't notice the beam of light shining in through the corner of the windshield on the driver's side. I did hear, "Bart, get a look at this." I sprang off Candy. We both struggled to sitting positions, yanking our clothes in place. A tap at my window froze my heart, and the words, "Police! Step out of the vehicle, now!" That got my heart pumping, and pumping good. I wanted to die. I looked to Candy. She looked to me. "Get out now, or I'm busting the fucking window." I opened the door. My only consolation was that we were outside the city limits. They had no right to be ordering me around, and could not arrest me, but in our small town, pissing off the police was not a good idea. I decided to be very friendly. They were men, and we were female. I saw no other options other than to use the female parts of us to appeal to the male parts of them. They led me and Candy to the rear of our car. One officer left to turn on every light on the squad car, even the flashing blue strobes. The lights blinded us for a few seconds, but then we faced two smiling police officers, eyeing us up and down. My face was shining wet with Candy's cunt juices. The sergeant wiped a thumb across my chin, sniffed it, and said, "So, a cunt lapper, huh? You like them young." Turning to Candy, he said, "How old are you, sweetheart?" He examined her dry face as she said, "Fifteen, Sir." "What's the matter, don't you like sucking pussy?" Candy blushed, but remained silent. "You two look alike. You're not related, are you?" "She's my daughter. Look, she lost her cherry tonight. We were talking about it. We were talking about dirty sex and how much fun nasty things are. One thing led to another. She dared me to lick her pussy. What can I say? The kid has a gorgeous pussy, full of sperm, and I love sperm. I'm a woman who likes sex, the dirtier the better. Look at her pussy and tell me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you were her mother." The other officer lifted Candy and set her on the trunk of my car. He peeled back her skirt and drew her legs wide. "Holy, shit, Pete. Look at the snatch on this kid." Sergeant Pete looked and felt, fingering her hole. Both officers tested her hole. I came up and opened her top to expose her breasts, saying, "And look at these titties. How can anybody resist a package like this? She's been long overdue for a fucking. I'm sure you two know Bambi. They call her Baby Bambi." Bart said, "So you're the mother of Baby Bambi. We've heard of Baby Bambi, too." He addressed Pete, saying, "This is the little bitch I told you about who struts her shit down Pecan Street ten times a day. My son calls her Baby Bambi. She likes showing her cunt on the ladder at the pool." "Yeah, I remember. Look, Lady Bambi, I don't suppose you'd mind standing lookout while we take Baby Bambi in the back seat of the squad car, would you?" "No, please do. It'll just mean more sperm for me." The two officers took turns screwing my daughter while I watched the road and tapped the hood whenever a car approached. One watched from the front seat while the other screwed. They each came twice, and each sampled all three of her holes: mouth, ass, and pussy. When they were done, they placed her back on my trunk to watch me clean her. Candy thoroughly enjoyed my cleaning, but they hurt her pretty badly when they screwed her asshole. Her pussy was sore and raw as well. John wouldn't need to stick a thumb up her twat. One look said, "This bitch has been screwed in both holes by men with big dicks." By the time they released us, the time was after eleven. I had promised John to be back by eleven. We hurried home. Candy was too busy trying to re-apply makeup and make herself presentable to tell her Sarah and Gwen story. I was too shook to appreciate it, and a pussy sucking story was the last thing I wanted to hear. I sucked enough pussy to last me for some time. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed sucking Candy's pussy, even after the officers finished with it. The trouble was, they couldn't get enough of watching me lick my daughter. I must have licked and sucked her cunt for over an hour, and my jaws ached. My tongue felt swelled up, and I had a difficult time swallowing and talking. When we walked in, John met us just inside the doorway. "Where the hell were you? You're forty-five minutes late." "I know, John, but we took a drive out to the lake. The moon was full. We lost track of time. There was no phone, so I rushed home." "You took them to the lake? Are you nuts, Pam? You took those kids parking." "Relax, John, I sat in the car with them the whole time. I never took my eyes off them for a second. Barry behaved like a boy should, and you'd be proud of our little girl. We spent most of that time with two city police officers who were out checking on kids who had no chaperone. They gave Candy a tour of their squad car, and they praised the job I did looking out for her the way I was." Candy was about to lose it, so I figured I'd better stop before she fell to the floor and burst out laughing. As it was, she strained to hold her laughter in. John said, "What's with her?" "She's just giddy and tired. You run along to bed, Candy. Take a shower first." Candy ran to the bathroom, but her run looked awfully odd. John's eyes followed her. She ran bowlegged and stiff, as though she'd been gang banged in both holes. John said, "Why do I get the feeling that this wasn't as innocent as you made it sound?" "I don't know, John. What do you think happened? Do you think I pulled her panties off for Barry? Do you think I stood watch while the officers took turns screwing her in the squad car? Do you think we're late because I was out there licking her pussy to get the sperm out so she wouldn't get pregnant?" "Shit, Pam, what would make you say such a thing? It just looks like you two are sharing a secret, something funny. It also looks like you picked up something out there--a rash or something. Hold still." John took me by the chin and looked close, turning my head from side to side. He was close enough to smell pussy on my breath or on my skin. I had nothing to wash with. I was busted, and I knew it. He released my chin abruptly, then stormed off in search of Candy. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a stiff shot of straight bourbon. I downed that shot, and poured another. I wished I hadn't been so cute, because now he knew everything. He looked like a ghost when he entered the kitchen. "You...you..." "Yes, me, me. Whatever she told you, I'm sure it's true." I downed that shot, and filled the shot glass again. "You watched them screw my daughter. You took her god damn panties off for the kid and held her legs apart. Pam, what the fuck got into you?" "Nothing, and that's the god damn problem. Nothing's been getting into me lately. I'm fucking horny, and ever since she started wearing that damned bikini, I've had to shave her twat every other day. Do you know what it's like to look between that girls legs on a regular basis? Of course you do. You check her hymen almost as regularly. You check the fuck out of it, mister big thumb, Mister bury-my-dick-in-my-daughter's-ass-cheeks, Mister Jack-off-in-bed-next-to-my-wife-who-is-horny-as-hell-from- watching." I downed the shot, then slammed down the glass. John plopped down in a nearby seat. I walked over, ruffled his hair, and said, "I'm going to fuck myself. You can watch, or you can do it for me. If you want, go fuck Baby Bambi. Yes, she likes being called Baby Bambi. She aspires to greatness. She got off to a good start. I saw to that. Don't use a rubber. I want her baby." John climbed in the bed at three in the morning. My head was still buzzing. We faced each other on our sides. I looked past him to check the clock, then said, "How was she?" "I didn't use a rubber." I smiled, reached for his wet cock, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "This poor thing got quite a workout. I can usually get some response. Her little cunt sucked it dry. She didn't leave me one sperm cell." "I fucked her four times, Pam." "In three hours? Isn't that a personal record?" "It might be. You're not angry?" "Why should I be angry. I asked you to make me a baby; that's how babies are made." "Why didn't you ask me to make one in you?" "What, and go through that shit again. No thanks. I just want a baby; I don't want to have a baby. Don't look so smug. I don't care who fathers the kid. I hope it's you, but why depend on one when there are so many willing sperm donors out there." "You want her to be Baby Bambi, don't you?" "She is Baby Bambi. She's been Baby Bambi. We had nothing to do with that; we just speeded things up. I want to get a dog, John, a male black lab. An adult male lab." "That's sick, you know that." "I know, but Baby Bambi's mother wants one. What Baby Bambi's mother wants, Baby Bambi's mother gets, or Baby Bambi's daddy won't get no more Baby Bambi pussy." "Is this dog for you or for Candy?" "Me, but I'm willing to share." "Fine, we'll get you a dog. You want something besides a dog and a baby. What is it?" "I want out of my vow of fidelity. I have no one in mind; I just want the right." "What about me?" "You have Baby Bambi. Your vow holds with that one exception. When she leaves the nest, we'll renegotiate." "Fair enough." We rolled apart and went to sleep. "Baby Bambi" Part three of three John had to work the next day, so I awoke in an empty bed. For a moment, I thought I'd been dreaming, but the soreness in my jaw told me otherwise. My pussy gradually awakened after I awoke. Images from the night before flashed in my mind and titillated my sleepy twat. The guilt and remorse I should have felt did not materialize. I looked to the clock--ten A.M.. Sarah would be stopping by for coffee. Saturday mornings were reserved for us to get together and catch up our lives. I needed a shower. The shower never felt better, and my hand-held water wand set on pulse never felt better on my cunt. All through that delightful shower, I thought about Sarah and Candy, wishing I'd at least gotten the gist of the story out of her. All I knew was that Sarah got Candy to let Gwen lick her twat, and Sarah had licked Candy's twat. I believed Candy, but I had a difficult time picturing Sarah doing the things I tried to imagine. And her little Gwen, sucking a pussy, was too much for my mind. Sarah and I go back to grade school. We've been fast friends ever since. She moved next door to us after she married. I was in the delivery room when Gwen was born. I thought we had no secrets, but then, I never told her about my sex problems with John, or my fantasies about Candy. She doesn't know I want to have sex with a dog, so I had no right to be pissed about her secrets. Still, seducing my own daughter, her goddaughter, seemed like a serious breach of trust. As I thought about things, I realized Candy changed suddenly right before her fifteenth birthday. She started dressing in sexier clothes, using make-up, and all she wanted for her birthday were sexy clothes: the bikini, the sexy nightie, mini skirts, French-cut panties. The cock grinding, the shaves, all happened about that time, as did her persistent whining about not being able to date. Everything pointed suspiciously to Sarah. If she seduced Candy about that time, that would explain the changes. Part of me was angry, but another part was glad that Sarah opened the way to my sexual fulfillment. I was suffering, but too timid to do anything about it. Candy opened me up, put ideas in my head, got John horny again. Realizing that you can't unfuck something, and after weighing the pros and cons, I decide to simply go with the flow and bury my anger. I do love Sarah. She's the dearest friend a person could have, and she is very pretty. We are both petite women, but Sarah has that pixie look that makes her cute. Mine is called full-bodied, sexy, voluptuous cute. She even has a slight turned-up nose, and she wears her dark hair short. Even now, at thirty-three, her body is tight, firm, and wrinkle free. She has delicate features, even delicate feet. She's my little China doll, and I do love her so. I would have tried a bi-sexual relationship with her if she'd ever given the slightest hint of interest. We still share clothes. We dress and undress in front of each other. I know her body as well as my own. Hell, we practically grew up in the same house. She was at my house more than I was. We massage each other, did each others hair and nails. We wax each others legs. Shit, we've plucked the wild hairs from each other's twats so they don't stick out of our bathing suits. If either of us had ever wanted a shaved twat, we would have thought nothing about asking the other to do the honors. Damnit, why, if she wanted to suck or be sucked, didn't she come to me? There's that anger again. A knock on the bathroom door interrupted my toweling. "Pam, you in there?" "Yes, Sarah. It's not locked. I'm just getting out of the shower." The door opened. "Do my back, will you. Do it hard. Get the circulation going for me." I turned my back to her and Sarah started right in, warming my skin, making my skin tingle. "What's the matter? Did you tie one on last night?" "Three straight shots of bourbon right before bed. Do my legs, too. That feels so good." Sarah did the backs, then turned me to face her. She was on her knees. I planted my feet apart. My cunt was less than a foot from her face as she wrapped my right leg and rubbed, going up and down my leg. She said, "What was the occasion?" Her towel-covered hand kept touching my cunt when she came up, sending delicious waves of pleasure through me. Looking down on her in that position, I could imagine her leaning in to press her mouth to my sex. The thought would have never entered my mind the day before, nor would I have given any thought to her not-so- accidental contacts with my pussy. I was beginning to see her in a new light. I said, "Candy lost her cherry." Her face looked up. "What! Are you for real? How?" "How do you think? A stiff dick ripped it apart." "Whose?" "Some kid named Barry, a junior in her school." "Did he rape her?" "No, but he didn't ask her permission. He took her." "Well, then, he raped her." "No, I was right there beside them, holding her legs apart. It wasn't rape; it was forced intercourse. I know the difference. Remember me? I hold the world's record." It is true. I've never cheated on John, but I've been raped twenty-eight times in our sixteen-year-marriage, and that's not counting repeat offenders. All told, counting my late teens, I think there might be over fifty. My own father was the first when I turned sixteen. Half came back and two show up at least twice a year or more. I don't call them rapes, because none were violent. All, however, forced their way on me. I've been slapped, and getting my clothes torn off is par for the course. I fight hard each time, but I always end up humping back. I never reported the first. After the fifth, I thought there was something about me that drove them to it. Sarah thought so too. She says I send a signal, a scent, like a bitch in heat. It drives men crazy. They can't help themselves. I believed her, but thought John must be immune to the scent I gave off. John only knows of a few assaults, the ones I couldn't hide, the ones that wrecked the bedroom or left bruises on me, bite marks on my inner thighs, that sort of thing. If he knew how many there were, he might not buy the scent theory. I keep quiet and take many showers. Sarah said, "Pam, is this a joke?" "No, it's no joke. John decided he'd let her date if I chaperoned. I didn't want the job, so I promised the kids I'd be a ghost. I swore I wouldn't interfere, or tell anyone what they did. That little fucker held me to my word. All I could do was sit there and watch while he screwed the shit out of her." Sarah's rubbing was staying high, going from leg to leg, keeping my cunt excited in the process. Her rubbing was not accidental. Sarah was turned on, and she was trying to stimulate me as well. She said, "This is too much, Pam. You set yourself up for that. You said you held her legs apart. How does a ghost do that?" "Actually, he pinned her left leg between my lap and the steering wheel. He held the other one. That freed his hand to guide his cock into her wide open pussy. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it but watch his dick sink deeper and deeper." "Holy shit! And you watched?" "How could I not? Anyway, the kid is a natural. She took to screwing like a field mouse. She'll be impossible to stop now that she knows how good it feels. I'm sure as hell not going to try. I'm not putting her on the pill, either." "For heaven's sake, why not?" "Because, I'd like a baby." "So, make one. Get off the pill. It's easy, or did you forget how?" "I don't want to have one; I just want one." "That's pretty kinky, Pam. It's like you're breeding her." "What's wrong with that? She's my kid. If you can find a way to derive pleasure from your kid, I say go for it." "Pam, I've never heard you talk like this. You said pleasure like sexual pleasure. That doesn't sound like you at all." "I'm falling in love with that towel, Sarah." "Oh, sorry. I guess my mind isn't on my work." "No, don't stop now. You started it. The least you can do is finish." "We have turned over a new leaf, haven't we? Here, is this better." Sarah placed the towel over the edge of her hand and began sawing the soft cotton through my cunt crack, applying the perfect upward pressure on my clit. "Oh yes. Do that. Keep doing that." "Do you want to stop talking until you get off?" "No, let's talk. I want this to last, if you don't mind." "It's fine by me. So, did you get off on this thing with Candy?" "Yes. I shave her pussy every other day, Sarah. The little bitch is driving me crazy. If you ever saw that spread, you'd want it too. She could turn you into a cunt lapper, Sarah. I stay horny. Watching that cunt take a big cock was the ultimate." "I'll bet. Are you saying her pussy turns you on?" "That's what I'm saying. Sarah...I sucked her cunt last night." "Oh Jesus!" Sarah threw down the towel, grabbed my ass, and pulled her face into my snatch. She got a lip-lock on my clit that sent electric shock waves coursing through my body. I grabbed her head to steady myself and exploded in orgasm, humping my cunt in her face. Sarah stayed with my wild gyrations, then licked at my weeping cunt hole afterward. I placed one foot on the toilet to give her better access to my hole, tilting up my pelvis and spreading the lips with my fingers. Sarah sucked me dry, licked my fingers, then looked up, saying, "I've been wanting to do that for a long time." "Yes, it would appear so. You're very good." Sarah stood, drying her face, "Thanks. Now what?" "Well, I'm not going to divorce my husband and marry you if that's what you're thinking." She laughed and said, "Shucks. No, I mean, is this a one time thing, or are we expanding our relationship? I'm all for it if you are." "I'm game. Is this your way of asking for equal time?" "No, you don't need to do me unless you want to. I'd be happy if this was one-sided." "It might be. I'm not really into eating pussy. Candy is the exception." "That's fine. If you couldn't tell, I love eating pussy." "Let me introduce you to my daughter, then." "We've met. You know, don't you?" "Yes, and I'm pissed that you didn't confide in me." "I'm sorry, Pam, but how do you tell your best friend that you're sucking her daughter's cunt for her every chance you get?" "I know. I'm not really pissed. I'm hurt. I thought we could share anything." "We can now. Relationships evolve that way. I'm sure there's still things you can't share with John. Bill doesn't know I suck pussy. Our relationship goes beyond our marriages. That's good." "You're right. Sarah, I want to fuck a dog, and John is getting me one. John's fucking Candy with my blessing, and I can fuck around now. I want Candy to be the biggest whore in town. There, that's everything." "All right. I guess it's my turn. You might want to sit down." "Wait, if this is going to be lengthy and juicy, lets go into the bedroom. I'd like to get comfortable." When we entered my bedroom, I shut and locked the door, then climbed on the bed. I placed the pillows behind my back and sat back with my legs wide. I asked Sarah to get undressed and stand by the bed where I could watch her playing with herself while I played with myself. When we were both in position, I said, "Okay, out with it." "I taught Gwen to suck pussy, and we suck each other." "I knew that, but I love it. Oh yes! This is going to be great. More." "I have fucked a dog, several." "Oh, God, yes. I love it! You fucking bitch. More!" "I've been fucking John for the past eight years, and I fuck guys whenever I think I can get away with it." I stopped suddenly and sat up. "What? You? John? That bastard. So you've been keeping him satisfied. Fuck!" My head hit the pillow. "Is there more?" "I screwed your father, Pam." I shook my head to clear the webs. Everything she said stunned me. I didn't know where to start. Finally, I said, "Are you still fucking John?" "Well, yes. Last Thursday. I'm sorry. I can't help myself. If John wants it, I can't refuse." "Shit! He'll want it. When did you fuck my dad?" "All through high school. Actually, it didn't stop there. We fucked last year." "Ranger. You were fucking Ranger, weren't you? You fucked my dog." "Yes, and you almost caught us." "Damnit, I did catch you. All these years, I thought I dreamed it. You fucked him in my closet when you spent the night. That wasn't a dream." "That is where we did it in the beginning, but I was talking about a time in the garage. You walked right past us. We were beside the refrigerator. You're dad did catch me, and that's when he started screwing me. I was thirteen at the time." "You told me you were a virgin until senior prom." "I lied. Your mom caught me screwing Ranger lots of times, but she never told on me. After the first time, she just told me to be more careful. I was more careful, except when it was just her and me in the house." "My mother saw you screwing Ranger and just said be more careful. That doesn't surprise me, the bitch!" "She got off on it, but that shouldn't surprise you either. I'd strip naked in front of her and we'd do it while she watched and frigged herself off. She'd call me when the coast was clear. I let her do everything. She stripped me, positioned me, guided his cock, cleaned me afterwards, and played with my body for hours. She taught me to eat pussy, and ate mine. She knew about me and your dad. She watched us fuck. She liked watching us. I could never have kept my secrets from you without their help." "Sarah, you're blowing my mind. If this is a joke, it isn't funny." "It's no joke. I'm not laughing. I'm trying to come clean." "You're a slut, Sarah. How could I know you for so long and not know that?" "I don't know, but you're right, I am a slut. I guess that ends our friendship, huh?" "Don't be stupid. I need a slut friend now more than ever." "Oh, thank god! I thought it was over between us. I felt like dying. I've dreaded this day for twenty years." "Relax. Now we can elevate our relationship to higher levels. There's no secrets at all between us...is there?" "I'm afraid there is. I saved the biggest for last." "Oh, shit. What is it?" "You're going to think I'm sick if I tell you." "I think you're sick already. You are one sick puppy, Sarah, but you're my sick puppy. I won't put you to sleep; I promise. I have a soft spot in my heart for sick puppies. Now, what is it?" "Pam, I'm the reason you get raped so much." "WHAT! You? How? Why?" "I don't know why. I hate myself for doing it, but as for the how, that's easy. I just tell a guy you like being forced, that you have a rape fantasy. I prove that I'm your best friend. I show him all of the personal stuff I have of yours. My room is a shrine to you; you know that. Once they believe that I'm not setting them up, that I'm trying to help you realize your fantasy, they are eager to help. I simply convince them to remain in character before, during, and after. It works." "Christ. You owe me three or four wardrobes of clothes, bitch." "Let me pick them out, and I'll pay up." "Screw you. I can imagine what you'd have me wear. Are you going to keep doing this?" "I can't stop. I've tried, believe me, I've tried." "Well you haven't had trouble lately, when I could have used a good forced fuck. If you're going to keep my husband satisfied, you could have seen to it that I got some too. Why the dry spell? It has been over a year since I've been screwed." "I know. Three-hundred and ninety-two days without cock." "You've kept track?" "I cut you off." My mind was numb. "But why?" "I don't know why. I'm sick. I'm torturing you." "No shit! But I want to know why. What are you getting out of it?" "Pleasure. I get to control your sex life. I wanted you good and horny for when I got the courage to make my move on you. I seduced Candy to break the ice and get you thinking about pussy. I started working on her on day one. She wasn't easy. She doesn't have a gay bone in her body, and talk about innocent. You should have seen her face the first time I showed her pictures of dogs screwing girls." "Jesus, that was you with the pictures." "Yes, she's seen everything from gays butt fucking, to orgy flicks. And she's seen a flood of lezzie stuff. Hell, I even trained Gwen just to break the ice with Candy. When you babysit a kid that hounds you to suck on your clit, sooner or later, you're going to give in. She gave in three months ago, and she started letting me do it two months ago. Things moved rapidly after that. I made her want to be Baby Bambi. I suppose you've heard about Bambi?" "Yes. What is your connection with Bambi?" "I met her at a party. We talked. We ate each other. We're still close. Candy met her at my place. That's where she saw her first live fuck. She watched her daddy screwing the town whore. He didn't know he was being watched." "That bastard. So, now that I'm being a good girl, do I get my prize? Can I have some cock, now?" This hit a nerve with Sarah. She started finger fucking herself unabashedly, and said, "Not yet. I'll decide when." She was really into this control thing. She actually believed she could decide who and when I screwed. I had a desire to play along, but, like I said, the scenario has to be believable for me to get off on it or buy into it. I couldn't resist saying, "Don't you think I'm capable of getting my own cocks. I have a license to screw now, no more marital vows, remember?" "If you do, I'll get angry. I can have you hurt, hurt bad. It's all in the instructions I give your rapist, and I know several that will do exactly as I tell them. I can have your tits cut with razors. I can have you whipped in your cunt. Have you ever had a cigar put out on your nipples, or needles shoved into your asshole? I don't want to hurt you, but I can. I'm sick, Pam. Please don't make me hurt you." The color drained from my face. I knew she would do it, too. I've been hurt before, and I'm not into pain. Suddenly, I realized, she did control my sex life. Suddenly, my clit began to throb. She could see in my expression that I knew she was right, and that knowledge drove her on. She was frigging herself harder, staring hard at me with a victorious grin. I knew some verbal sign of my surrender and acceptance would push her over the edge. I didn't need to pretend. I surrendered and accepted. I said, "You win, Sarah. I'll behave. Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want." "Oh! Yesssss! You will! You know you will. You're mine, Pam. Everything that's yours is mine. Ohhhh! Yessssss!" She fell forward on the bed with her head on my belly. I laid my hand on her cheek and softly stroked it. Slowly, her eyes turned up. She smiled and said, "I love you, Pam. I'll be good to you, but you better never cross me, or I'll be bad to you." "I know, Sarah. I think I understand, now. Everything has led up to this, hasn't it?" "From the time we were kids, I've dreamed of this day. I wanted to own you and everything you own. It's all mine, now, even Candy. She'll do whatever I say. I special ordered that bikini you bought. I put her pussy on public display. Don't think for one minute that she liked walking to and from the pool wearing that thing. And going up that ladder with all those kids under her was shear torture for her, especially after I made her request the shave. "She's really shy about her body. I go to the pool every chance I get to make sure she shows everything. When she climbs out of the water after jumping off the high dive, she climbs out with her tits and pussy exposed. Everyone gathers to watch her slowly recover, starting with her tits." "How can she get away with that at a public pool?" "I had to fuck the parks administrator and the senior life guard to get them to turn a blind eye on Candy's act. You've got to see it for yourself, Pam. She blushes every time she has to stand on the deck with her pussy and tits showing." "I can imagine. How long does it take her to get straight, and how many people are close by?" "I'd say it takes a full three minutes to cover everything. She has a procedure she must follow. The jump skews the material. The top gets forced above her tits. The bottoms are worn loose, so they rise up. First, she has to untie the bottoms and let them fall to the ground. Next, she reaches back and unties the top." Are you telling my daughter gets naked...in public?" "Absolutely. Not a stitch on her, and with her pussy shaved bald. She stands stark naked while she arranges the top. She then puts the triangles on her tits, leans back, and ties the bow in back. Then, she bends with her feet apart and picks up the bottoms. She steps in the leg loop, then adjusts the material in place, making sure the crotch string runs outside her cunt lips. That's when she's ready to climb the ladder and start the process all over again." "She does that all day?" "She makes a series of three jumps, then breaks for an hour. She may walk home, but she can't stay gone more than one hour. Each day, she does maybe eight shows. I'd say eighty people, mostly guys, are in the dive area, but another eighty watch from poolside, catching glimpses between the gawkers. You'd be surprised how few complaints there have been. None recently. She's going to start getting fucked in the pool. Goggle sales should skyrocket." "Have you cleared that with the authorities?" "Yes, everything is set. Would you like to watch?" "Yes, I think I would, but won't that look suspicious? A mother wouldn't sit still for that?" "Her mother will. You're the mother of Baby Bambi. Half the town already thinks you're sick for letting her go around like that. Wait till they see you in the pool wearing goggles in your bikini. Yes, I've got one for you, and it makes Candy's look conservative. You can start shaving your twat. Your cunt is going on display. And start doing breast exercises. I've noticed the start of a sag developing. You'll be getting a tit job soon, but work on them anyway. You're going to have double D's'." "Really? Who's paying?" "You are. The cost is three grand, but John has it set aside." "You've covered every angle, haven't you?" "No stone unturned. I learned the art when we were kids. Your mom, dad, and I were a team. He didn't want to rape you, in case you carry any hard feelings. He had to do it, or I would have cut him off. He only screwed you when I told him to." "I never held a grudge about Dad. I could tell he was fighting an internal struggle, but Mom's actions bothered me a lot. She walked in on us so many times, and pretended nothing was happening, I just knew she had to be in on it and probably put him up to it. When I got pregnant the first time, and she wouldn't hear of an abortion, then, after suffering the humiliation of being pregnant in my sophomore year, staying in school, and delivering the baby, she gives it up for adoption as though it were a turd I passed. I've carried that grudge. I suppose you put her up to that." "Of course. She wanted to keep the kid. I wouldn't hear of it. Three pregnancies in three years, and each carried to term, each given away. That was my crowning achievement. That took some doing, but she was hooked on my tongue and watching me fuck Ranger. I had to cut her off for three months before she began to cooperate. It was a struggle each time I upped the ante. Do you remember the time she cleaned your room while you were getting fucked on the bed?" "Do I? I still fantasize that scene. I think that's the time I got pregnant." "Don't think that came easy for her. She went six months without sex from me or your dad before she caved in. It killed her to watch you getting screwed by your father against your will, without protection, knowing you were between periods, knowing you'd get pregnant. You can imagine what changing your sheets while you were on them getting your cunt plowed did to her." "Did to her? What about me? Can you imagine what that was like, knowing he was going to cum in my pussy when I knew I was fertile, after I told him I was ovulating, with Mom standing right there? Can you imagine how involved she had to get to accomplish a change of bedding? The American Nursing Federation should award her a medal. I didn't think it was possible to change sheets with a person in the bed, much less two people screwing. She did it. We had a hard time looking each other in the eye after that, I'll tell you." "Yes, but it sure broke the ice, huh?" "No shit! After that, she'd pull up a chair. Getting my pussy wiped and washed after sex didn't seem so out of character. Having to wear a pussy plug to hold Dad's sperm inside came as no surprise. I never did adjust to having her minister to my cunt, and I certainly didn't take to having my cunt shaved bald like Candy did. I still feel that terrible itch when she'd let it go for three or four days. Oh, and PE, the humiliation I suffered in those showers--belly out to here with a shaved pussy." "Oh, yes, that was exquisite. Girls can be so cruel, can't they?" "Fuck yes! Blabbing it all over school, stealing my panties, taking pictures and spreading them all over school. Everyone knew what I looked like naked." "How about the time they held you spread-eagled on the floor and stuck a banana up your cunt, and you just about ready to drop the first kid. That made a nice picture." "I suppose you were behind that, too?" "It was my camera, my film, and my banana. I picked the biggest I could find, but it went right in, peel and all." "And I never suspected you behind any of this. You were always there for me, being a friend, my only friend." "What are friends for?" "Well, I'm glad this is all out. I still think you're the best friend I ever had. I do love you, Sarah, in spite of your sickness. Maybe because of it. You've controlled my sex life from the very start. It's only natural you should continue. Is there anything else I should know?" "Let me think. No, nothing big. I screwed every guy you ever dated, but that's no big deal? There weren't that many." "You know, you've screwed everything around me but me. If I touch it, you want to screw it." Sarah laughed and said, "That's true. I'll bet a shrink could put a name on that condition." "Shrink hell, I already did. You're a slut." "Yeah, but I'm sure there's a type of slut with a latin name." "How about slutius gluttonus?" "Yeah, that's me. It will be you, too, before I'm through. I have big plans for you, Pam. You'll like some, and hate some, but you'll endure as you always have. I hope you like tattoos and body piercing. I'm into it. Not for me, you understand, but you will look like a landscape painting with rings and gold chains hanging from everything delicate. I intend to tattoo you from your neck to your toes, front, back, and everything between. Especially between. Don't even think about trying to stop me. I'll have your clit removed with a dull knife, and Candy will be wielding the knife. I love you, Pam, but you're mine to do with as I please. Accept it." My heart stopped beating, but the idea of Candy cutting off my clit got it going again. I think Candy would do it, and I think John, my mother, and my father would hold me down. What could I say? I bowed my head and said, "Please, don't hurt me, Sarah. I love you. I'll be your canvas, and I'll wear anything you pierce me with. My body belongs to you. My daughter belongs to you. Everything I own belongs to you. It always has. My life is in your hands." "I know, Pam. I'm glad you know. One day, I'm going to take that too. That day is a long way off, but I can't bear the thought of you growing old. I will kill you myself, slowly, carefully, over days, then I will skin you. You will suffer for me, suffering pain you can't possibly imagine. Your agony will be your final gift to me. Your painted and ornamented skin will adorn my bedroom and complete my shrine." I fainted. |