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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. |