Greg and Alicia Potter were righteously outraged after learning that their three lovely daughters were used to reward a high school basketball team all through a two-week Bible camp. A close friend of the reverend, who coached the team, also ran the camp -- only he ran it in a very bizarre way this year, and three lovely blonde young ladies would never be the same because of it. Three nice young Christian girls got on a church bus, but three shameless sluts without a shred of decency or modesty got off, and it looked like they got off a basketball team bus after a long road trip from winning the state conference, and celebrated with the team all the way home.

Greg was furious. Those leaky sluts were ruining the back seat of his new Saturn, and every time he looked back, it seemed someone new took the dare to show him a beaver, but all he could see was damage the warranty wouldn't cover. He saw damage only a seat cover would cover; thick seat covers, maybe a stack of them. He felt like telling those dripping, fresh-fucked girls to suck that slop in and hold it in.

Alicia wanted them to drain that potent slop out, seats be damned. She also wished she had known the condition they'd be in; she could have brought towels for them to sit on, and decent clothes to wear. Fifteen-year-old Darlene only had a tiny skirt on, nothing else, not even flip flops -- and that one needed some sort of top cover for those massive tits. Her youngest, Faye, at eight, hardly had breasts to speak of, but she wore a T-shirt, only a T-shirt ... well, a T-shirt and flip flops. Connie, an eleven-year-old with B-cups, wore nothing at all, stark naked and covered in the filthiest graffiti anyone could possibly imagine, and poorly spelled, but a lot was in pictures that were expertly drawn.

They all had artwork and writing. Faye was proud of her pussy, a cat's face drawn in her crotch.

Their littlest was excited, showing off the kitty. "Daddy, do you like my pussy? Isn't she cute? You should see her suck on a big cock. That looks really neat, just like a kitty sucking on a guy's dick, and it looks even neater if the cock is big and jet black. You should see that. I'd love to show you, but you'll have to find a black man to fuck me. If you wanna see it, just bring me a big black man. I'll get him to fuck me. It's real easy. I'll just spread my legs real wide like this and show him my white baby-cunt. He won't even notice the pussy when he rapes me, Daddy. He'll just stick his hard cock in its pretty pink mouth. You'll see, it looks just like a pussy sucking on a big black cock. See, daddy? See how many fingers I can get in my pussy?"

This provocative event occurred at a red traffic light; cum squelched around her fingers and dribbled to the floor-mats.

Afterward, the green-lit intersection fading behind them, a visibly shaken father looked to his stunned wife as the older sisters gladly handed over a lost wager. Daddy's little darling now had herself two badly crumpled five-dollar bills -- and for ten bucks, Faye destroyed all that was left of Daddy's little girl and his special feelings for her. She was now the little baby-cunt, and the other cunts never spent five bucks more wisely. Alicia saw the money change hands, but knew that had to be a dare with monetary incentive. Alicia knew that when Faye made a vulgar beaver and said, "Daddy, do you like my pussy?"

She might just as well have plunged a dagger into his chest and twisted, but he did like her pussy, and that fucking drawing of a cat wasn't bad either. He stared open-mouthed and speechless all though that speech. Alicia marveled at the clever way her vagina was used to make a cat's yawning mouth. And those whiskers on her skinny inner thighs were a very nice touch. The only thing out of place was all that cum oozing from a freshly fucked cunt that shouldn't have a hole a woman could insert a fist in. On little grade-schooler Faye, that did look very odd. The others didn't look much better or any less odd. They all had cunts, now, but only Faye's had a pussy.

Alicia knew that Coach Cunningham would do something more to get even, but this something more was something else. This 'something' was so well and thoroughly done, so utterly dastardly and diabolical, that anger and hurt never fully surfaced. Alicia was simply in awe, and felt a powerful desire to bow to the master and congratulate him. He did say that he doesn't get mad, he gets even -- and he was still getting even with Greg, all just for fucking the Coach's wife one time while wearing a condom in a very mutual, consensual act of adultery caught on hidden video.

Alicia couldn't count the number of times she had to fuck Bill Cunningham for Greg, but it was now in three digits with no sign of letting up -- though she was pregnant enough already, now going into her seventh month. His pound of flesh was a boy, and might tip the scales at over nine pounds at the rate he was growing. Still, if Greg begged her to go fuck him, she was more than happy to get all dolled up and shave the way Coach liked, and wear those terribly slutty clothes he loved to see her in, and go meet him where Greg told her to meet him, and stay out all night -- and try like hell not to let Greg see how happy she was to do that for him. Now this. Bill was something else, and he had Greg seething. He wasn't seething after seeing Faye's kitty, but when the light turned green, he burned rubber - a Saturn V-8 with overhead cam power exhibition.

Well, he impressed a cop -- and of all things, a black cop. The girls were quite beside themselves and didn't want to cover anything, but naked fourth-grader Connie needed something. Thinking quickly, Alicia took off her blouse and told Connie to put it on. She told Faye to tug that T-shirt down and keep her pussy hidden. She handed teenage Darlene a magazine and told her to let her boobs read, then sternly told all the girls to stop acting silly and be serious, that this was serious, that some cops take their jobs seriously.

Connie chirped, "Not black ones who see white pussy, mom. You should strip us, not cover us. We'll get Daddy out of any ticket."

Alicia, wearing only a bra and skirt, only had time to get in one last stern warning glare. The cop peeked in the driver's window and took a slow look around before looking to the nervous driver and saying, "Are you aware that exhibition of speed is against the law?"

"It's a new car, officer. The power -- I'm not quite used to a V-8 on a chassis this light."

The girls were all smiling and flirting, showing enticing bits and pieces of sexy white girl, and Alicia tried distracting him with the biggest boobs. He liked her bigger boobs, but Faye's pussy drew most of his attention until Darlene set her magazine down and smiled. He smiled and said, "What the hell are ya'll doing riding around like this?"

Darlene said, "We just rode four hundred miles on a bus with the State Champion Oscar Wildcats basketball team. We were helping them celebrate."

The cop grew a knowing grin and said, "They won that championship several months ago, but I see why they are still celebrating. If you helped, I salute you -- all of you, and I can see you all helped in every way you could. That's a good looking pussy, young lady."

Faye beamed. "Thank you, mister! How do you like my baby cunt?"

"I like that too. I like 'em all."

The girls were all showing the cunts they helped the team with -- but they were winning over the law, so Greg was okay with that exhibition of cunt going on in his fucked-up back seat. He was checking that out, too, and with a new appreciation for the cunt as a sex organ, not so much as an instrument of destruction. He had some damn fine cunts back there, all shaved bald and thoroughly opened up and broke in. Those cunts were looking damn good, maybe not for fucking to a man with an average white dick, but to a large black man, that was all still tight white pussy. Greg had always been terribly proud of his little ladies. He now felt pride in his little cunts and looked to the officer to say, "Yes, they sure showed those boys ... not boys. No, I meant nothing racial, I meant to say, young men. They showed those young men a good time ... but those Wildcats earned it. Yes sir, indeed, those Wildcats made us all very proud. And not just you colored folks ... I mean Negroes ... uh, blacks, black Americans, or African Americans ... whatever."

He had the girls chuckling, and Darlene piped up, "My father may come across as a racist bigot, but he's a scared faggot. He hardly ever says 'nigger' unless one writes him a citation or fucks his wife. I would be more than willing to suck your cock to get him out of this one, but I swear, I couldn't drink one more drop of nigger juice. I've got in coming out my ass in buckets. My sisters are in worse shape, but I don't think Mom has had any -- ever. I'm sure she'd love to bribe you."

Blushing and furious, Greg leaned way back so that the smiling officer could talk to his blushing wife. He said, "Bribing a peace officer is serious business. We should discuss this back in my patrol car."

Greg was about to say, "Just give me the damn ticket," but the cop was gone and his wife was getting out of the car.

He and his daughters watched the two of them walk to the squad car and get in, the officer's hand on her ass up the back of her skirt. They looked very friendly and sat very close. Connie said, "I see we got a new car. Is this a Chevy or what?"

"CHEVY! Do you think I'd own and damn General Motors car? I'll have you know this is a brand new, fresh off the lot, 2K11 model..."

Darlene said, "Thar she goes and thar she blows. Yeah Mom."

Little Faye grinned, saying, "Wow, he must be a Moby Dick. Her head doesn't even bob below the dash. Work that cock, Mom."

Connie chuckled. "Don't sweat the ticket, Dad. I think Mom has everything in hand."

Dad was staring at three of the finest asses he'd ever seen in his life as all the girls were on their knees and looking out the back window. Darlene realized that her skirt hid half of her ass, so she flipped it up and onto her back while looking back. His teenage daughter laughed, "There, is that better, Daddy?"

He smiled sheepishly, but that was much better. Now he had three bare asses to look at, and Greg was a big fan of bare asses on young girls -- always had been, but only assumed they had them. He also assumed they'd all have hair on their pussies by now, but he closely checked all three and saw nary a hairy.

The girls were being obvious about showing their fucked cunts. They were each in a wide stance, and preteen Connie, in the middle, had to place her knees between the knees of Darlene and Faye to show hers well. Since they were being so obvious, Greg saw no reason to be subtle. He moved along, half hanging over the back of the front seat, checking each one out. When he checked all three and returned to Connie, she looked back and said, "Looking for something?"

Blushing, he couldn't look his fourth-grade daughter in in the eye. "Yeah - pubic hair. Ya'll don't have any pubic hair."

"Coach Cunningham made us shave our cunts and keep them shaved -- and when Coach Cunningham tells a girl to do something, she had better do it."

Faye said, "Yeah, we got inspected twice a day. Cunt inspections - better than yours. He would use his whole hand, and not just one finger."

Darlene said, "Dad, don't look now, but I think Mom is trying to get you out of all future tickets."

Greg looked in time to see his wife's bare ass gingerly settle over something huge and phallic, like a cock she had to take in stages while standing on the seat in a squat. Even after she took him all, she came all the way up to show part of what she took. Christ, how could she?! She knew her daughters had to be watching. And that damn cop, that bastard, holding her skirt up to expose her ass that way. Lucky for him, Greg pulled off onto a mostly-deserted lot.

Lucky for Greg, too. He could keep on checking out those asses and pussies. Their assholes had been fucked, too, and leaked, too, and six gorgeous thighs ran with cream of nigger to the knees, there to puddle on fine Ameircan-made whatever that artificial shit was. Odds were it wasn't fuck resistant.

Connie moved her hand down to start massaging her pussy; cum oozed from around her fingers an inch from her father's nose. "Christ, Mom, you are embarrassing us. Jeez, Dad, don't you ever fuck her?"

Darlene said, "No shit! I didn't even go that bonkers, and I went to camp desperate to get fucked."

Faye began playing with her tiny asshole. "Dad, you must not have a very big dick. I think that's why she's acting that way. How big is your dick, anyway?"

"None of your business."

Connie, half her hand up her cunt, looked to Faye and said, "Don't ever ask a white guy how big his dick is unless you know it's big. They're very sensitive about that, and you know Daddy doesn't have a big dick. You were being a brat, Faye, and you should apologize."

Faye said, "She's right, Dad. I knew. I guess I was being a brat, but I told you I didn't want to go to no dumb Bible camp and you made me go."

"Baby, I had no idea it would be like that!"

His eight year old daughter giggled, three immature fingers working in her abused asshole. "You knew who ran it. You fucked his wife. What did you think he'd do, give us extra dessert and stuff?"

Connie laughed and said, "We got extra dessert, all right. Cream of nigger, all we could eat. Thanks a lot, Dad. I mean it, thanks loads."

They all giggled, then Faye cried out, "Oh! He's hosing her. Look her hold on!"

Darlene said, "Cum douche city. She's sucking it out of him."

Connie said, "Good thing Coach got her pregnant, huh, Dad?"

He finally thought so, but wasn't happy that his daughters now knew the baby wasn't his and probably knew that he had to share his wife with the big jerk. Then again, they knew something like that was going on in the marriage. Their mother was going out on dates looking like a whore, staying out all night, then coming in looking like a fucked whore. This -- knowing it was Coach Bill -- was better than thinking she was a whore. He often considered fessing up but didn't need to, now. After seeing how she handled that cop, he wasn't so sure she wasn't a whore, after all. She sure flounced back to the car like a whore that got fucked good, wearing only the skirt, now carrying the bra, panties, panty hose, and shoes, not even covering her incredible tits, letting them flounce and bounce, legs covered in runny fuck.

She flounced right into the car and into her seat as he thought, "Oh no! Not the fucking front seat, too! Ah shit, no, not the front seat ... oh, you fucking whore."

He was about to give her hell when the grinning officer appeared at his window, leaning in to say, "Well, I guess I'll let you go with a warning this time, but keep your foot easy on that right pedal. And give these girls plenty of rest. They earned it."

Alicia learned across Greg to say, "Thank you for everything you did, officer. I mean that."

"Oh, it was my pleasure, Ma'am, my pleasure."

"Oh no, sir - the pleasure was all mine."

And they came together in Greg's face to kiss long and passionately. Greg had to pull his head back, but he got to see soul kissing real good with the excited girls all hanging over the seat telling her to really lay one on him. She did, then eased off to say, "You've got my number, and I was dead serious about that citizen patrol ride-along thing we talked about. Call any time. I'd love to go cruising with you."

That got her another kiss, and when she eased back to her seat, he looked to Greg and smiled. "You can call me a nigger, now. I fucked your wife."

He didn't, and he didn't spin his tires when he pulled away, but he did look cross-eyed at his wife who saw that look and replied, "Well, I got you out of a ticket."

"Yes, a fifty-dollar god damn ticket and fucked up a three-hundred god damn dollar seat."

Alicia laughed. "Oh, bite me, Greg! I told you to get a car with leather upholstery, but no, you had to have a damn Saturn. Furthermore, you brought all this on yourself."

"ME! What did I do! I just sat here."

"If you had kept your dick in your pants, none of this ever would have happened. Bill wouldn't feel a need to get even. I wouldn't be pregnant. The girls wouldn't look that way, act that way, and wouldn't have turned that man on, and I wouldn't feel like a used whore that another fuck would matter to. I saved us fifty bucks, and I thought that was all that mattered to you."

Greg scowled. "Is that why you gave him your number?"

"No, that citizen patrol thing sounded interesting. Police work has always fascinated me, and I think citizens should get more involved with their police."

"I'm sure you do. You sure got involved with that one. I suppose you are going to sit there on your cummy twat and tell me and your daughters that you have no intention of fucking that guy, aren't you?"

"No. All work and no play makes Alicia a dull wife."

"Wife? Is that what you are ... a wife? Sounds more like whore to me."

She considered, smiling. "Bill might agree with you, and I might agree with Bill. At times I do feel like a whore, but I feel like your whore. So far, all of my extramarital fucking has been for you, usually at your insistence. Okay, this time, I assumed. If I assumed wrong, I assumed wrong -- but don't expect me to ever be faithful to you ever again, you cheater. Furthermore, when I look in that back seat and see what has become of my daughters, I blame you, not Bill. You did that to them, and mister, you are going to live with that with no help from me. Don't think for one minute that Bill feels even after having done this."

"Christ, Alicia, I only screwed his wife, I didn't murder her."

She laughed. "Take that up with Bill. If I were you, I would get my mind set to breeding these girls to blacks. I think it's clear that's what he wants."

Faye piped up, "Yeah, breed us. That is what he wants, and we need lots of breeding."

"Yeah, and don't bring us no puny white dicks," Connie said. "We want prime beef -- All American Afro cock."

Darlene said, "No more high school boys for me. I want men. Black buck, and lots of it."

Alicia said, "Are you proud of yourself, now? Do you see what you've done to these fine young ladies?"

"I didn't do it," Greg whined. "He did!"

"Right -- if you did it, they'd still be fine young ladies, just a little damp between the legs, that's all. That wouldn't hurt a Saturn seat, would it?"

"Don't remind me of the seats, Alicia. Could you at least squeeze your legs together and try to hold that crap in?"

That did it. Alicia wiped her cunt all over her seat and the console. That made him slam his fist against the wheel, which fired off the air bag -- and it wasn't supposed to do that, and it hurt like hell, and scared the piss out of everybody, and piss was one thing those seats didn't need. Greg was not having a good day when the best day of a Saturn owner's life was the first day with his new Saturn.

Poor Greg didn't deserve a day like this, and Alicia felt sorry for the poor schmuck. He wasn't a bad man, just a dumb schmuck with lousy luck. He had big balls going after the wife of a man like Bill Cunningham, even though she is drop-dead gorgeous and flirted with him. Don't do the crime if you can't do the time, as they say. His misfortune was his own making, and he always made misfortune worse by not facing matters head on. He should have gone toe to toe with Bill at the beginning, faced the music, but he feared the ass-whipping he was sure to get.

That would have been the end of it, though; asses heal from ass-whipping.

To avoid the ass-whipping he had coming, Greg would put up with anything. At first, this basketball-camp trip seemed like the final straw, since her getting pregnant obviously wasn't. When it began to appear that the trip didn't do it, Alicia thought, "My god, what the hell will it take."

Then she became curious, then Faye did that pussy thing, which fascinated her father, then Greg peeled out, not angry but charged up and showing off, and the cop came, and the blouse came off, and Greg allowed those girls to try to get him out of a ticket, giving Faye a big nod of approval for showing the cop her kitty so well.

Alicia had suddenly stopped feeling sorry for him. She couldn't wait to get with that horny cop.

The other fault Greg had was living in a world of his own creation, and those little ladies were perfect examples. He blinded himself to the reality that they were anything but little ladies -- but she had to deal with the reality, and keeping panties on those sluts was a full-time job. Keeping them virgin and not pregnant was also a full-time job. None of them seemed to care. Alicia had recently decided to give up on Darlene and stop fighting it; the sixth time she found her fifteen year old daughter in her room, middle of the day, with a cock in each hand and three more filling mouth, pussy and shitter, she gave up. She knew Darlene would get pregnant at Bible camp. The teen didn't want no stupid pills, didn't want no fucking rubbers, and wasn't packing no damn panties that she wouldn't wear anyway.

Kissing her daughter goodbye for camp, Alicia simply said, "Fine - go. Have a ball, but don't come crying to me for an abortion. Killing an unborn fetus is not a birth control option."

Actually, Alicia got along quite well with her girls after she started going out on fuck-dates, looking like they wanted to look to go to school. Though she promised Greg she wouldn't, she told them what was going on, and the girls thought that was the greatest thing they ever heard. No mother ever received such enthusiastic support for cheating, though she wasn't cheating, and she tried to make that very clear -- but they preferred to think of it as cheating, so Alicia stopped fighting it. She was cheating, loving every minute, and pulling a big one over on their father, which made her a hero, and that felt great for a change. Finally, she did something they approved of: got knocked up and became an even bigger hero.

God, did those girls love that bastard growing inside their mother. She had to fight to keep their hands off her bare lower abdomen until she gave up and let them feel her up at will. Those little shits would not stay within the boundaries of a developing fetus. They especially strayed into shaved areas and on up to breast areas, ostensibly to feel if they were getting any bigger. Oddly, after giving up the fight, it felt pretty damned good to get felt up by young female hands -- felt queer as hell, but damn good, too good to object to if they liked doing that so much.

They did like doing that to her, and it was a genuine feeling up with little pretense of fondling a baby bastard unless they were trying to do it through her pussy. That was the hardest part for Alicia, allowing them to get their curious hands deep between her legs, right smack dab in the middle of pussy, then play with the damn thing, and when all three wanted to play, they all vied for space between her legs, all fighting for the two choice spots - clit and hole - making Alicia want to scream, "For Christ's sake, play with your own damn pussy!"

She never did. What she did do was offer more room and allow the displaced one -- usually baby Faye -- the use of her asshole.

That was also difficult to tolerate, a finger up the ass, especially by a lone feeler upper who went straight for the anus without any foreplay. With even a little foreplay, a finger or two was most welcome there, but to just reach a dry hand down the back of panties and start digging in a person's butt, Christ, and they all knew better, especially if she was doing something: dishes, laundry, cooking, dusting under a bed. Yowie! Fucking little bitch brats!

It was all done in fun, but Christ. Fun was fun, but let's show some respect. And the worst, the very worst was bringing a cummy cunt into their domain. Oh, they loved playing in fuck, and that was how Alicia first got a child's fist up her cunt, but Coach Bill paved the way and made it slippery. He loosened it up for them. Hands would slip right in, and oh the joy. No mother needs to experience that much joy, but Alicia did to excess, a ritual after a date.

Yes, Alicia did get along much better with them after becoming a pregnant, cheating whore. They also talked. They had to know everything, the juicy details, blow by blow, suck by suck, and mothers hate being that open with girls they are trying to dissuade from sex. They insisted; they masturbated openly while she talked. They wanted fuck stories with real fuck words in them, none of this penis and vagina shit. Their choice terms were cock and cunt, and they get together to fuck, not screw - fuck, and not fuck, but FUCK!

With all this shit going on, right up till the time those girls went off to Bible camp, Greg didn't have a clue. He didn't know those sluts. He never knew them, and the one he never knew the most was his little angel, baby Faye -- the one who insisted that Daddy check her panties to make sure they fit every morning. That little eight-year old bitch sucked cunt while fisting ass. She was very good, but she wasn't the sweet little girl Greg thought she was. She was damn good and got paid to do it sometimes. She was that damn good, but she was addicted to TV.

Sometimes, when a mother had to have it, needed a tiny girl's hand up her shitter and a slick tongue on her clit, a mother had to get naked and wave a couple of bucks under darling's nose to get her to follow into the master bedroom. Once there, she'd work a whore mother over good and earn every dime of two bucks. By the time of Bible camp, those payments to Greg's precious angel were a budget-item labeled 'prenatal health care' that made Greg wince and go, "Shit, Alicia, what are you doing for that little bastard, shoving lobster tails up your twat? You should give this bill to the bastard's father."

To which she would say, "I just did. If you want to pass that along to the bastard's biological father, be my guest."

That would shut him up, and Alicia took great comfort in knowing that he now saw those girls as they really were. To him, they underwent a total transformation. To her, they just got fucked, that's all. Certainly nothing unexpected or shocking: same old Darlene, Connie, and Faye, different car, different clothes, but the same three sluts, now being sluts and brats in front of their father, too. After that air bag went off, he didn't need that shit, so Alicia jerked knots in their slut asses and made them sit still and be quiet. When she talked like that, they shut up. They were good about not provoking her when she talked like that. All three sat perfectly still and got serious.

Greg was about to cry. Alicia scooted close and held him, pulling his head to her bare bosom, holding him, rubbing the back of his head and neck, saying, "There, there, it'll be all right. I know it hurts. I know it was very scary. I know they aren't supposed to do that. We'll get it fixed and I'll get these seats professionally cleaned or we'll by new ones. This is a good car, Greg, a very good car, a very sensible family car and made in America. You made a wise choice. I just wish they came with leather upholstery, but that's no biggy. The important thing is we didn't hit anything and no one got hurt ... well, other than you, but the next most important thing is to get out of this intersection before another cop comes along. Sweetheart, we are all half naked and we are being noticed. I really think you should try to drive or let me drive ... right now."

"My face hurts. It's like I stubbed my entire face."

"It looks that way, but try to drive, Greg."

He whined. "I wanted the powder puff type, not the face stubber type."

"I think they are all face stubbers, now pull yourself together and drive this motherfucker, GOD DAMNIT!"

Greg sniffed and looked around at all the people looking in his windows and saw the urgency. Though his vision was blurred, he could see to move between large objects like cars. The people, he hoped, would move out of his way if he went slow, so he crept along.

Alicia wanted an exhibition of speed, so she reached her leg across the console to apply pressure to his foot. That brought an exhibition of speed right into a ditch. They didn't need that, and the ditch wasn't far from the crowd -- and the crowd ran over and helped half-naked little girls out just as the police arrived. The police, thank god, was a familiar face who quickly ushered the females into his squad car, tossed them blankets to wrap up in, and took off, leaving Greg to deal with the car and accident report when other police arrived.

Officer John Jones looked to Alicia, obviously shaken, and said, "Are you all right? Do you need medical attention?"

"I banged my side on the dash a little, I think, but I'll be fine. Just take us home, please."

"Where is home?"

"4237 West Winchester. It was just a few miles up on the right in the direction we were headed."

"I know where it is. I'll get turned around," he said, looking to the younger ladies. "How are you girls? Anyone hurt?"

Darlene and Connie shook their heads 'no,' but little Faye said, "Yeah, mister -- my pussy hurts. Wanna kiss it?"

Officer John smiled. "Some other time. Let's be serious here; I have to do real police work. I can't be kissing little white girls on their pussies while I'm on duty. I get off soon and wouldn't mind stopping by to check on you girls ... if that's all right with your momma."

Alicia smiled and said, "That's quite all right. You are most welcome any time, and you may do anything you like with their pussies. You'll get no argument from any of them, I assure you."

He smiled, reached up her leg, and pet her pussy, saying, "Suppose I bring a few friends. Would that pose a problem?"

"If you don't bring enough to go around, yes."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I have two sons and a partner who have never had white pussy. I'd like to treat them -- and all of this white pussy is a treat, especially this one. You got some fine white pussy between your legs, sweetheart - fine pussy."

"Thank you. I try to be fine."

He grinned. "You know, I have heard about white families like this that fuck blacks - the momma, the girls, everybody - but I never ran into one. Can't say I ever believed it, or believe it now, even. Sure sounds and looks like it, though. Is that what it is, or is this something else?"

"Take this left up ahead, then go five blocks. We're the second house on the right -- and to answer your question, we are now but weren't until you pulled us over and won over the mother. The girls got won over at a Bible camp the Wildcats were invited to. I haven't had a chance to get the story, but I suspect they were given to those boys and forced to put out until they were happy to put out."

Both looked to the back for confirmation. Fifteen year old Darlene served as spokesperson and said, "That is pretty close, except the only force was Coach Cunningham taking all of our clothes away and making us shave our pussies. He then assigned us to their hut and made us go there after he, the reverend, and few other guys from church fucked us for a few hours to get us good and broken in. We went to the Wildcats all broke in and ready."

Connie added, "Yep. That's when we got good and broke in. We like getting fucked."

Officer Jones pulled into the driveway she pointed to, then followed them to the door to retrieve his blankets. All but Alicia's were given to him before they arrived at the door, which came as no surprise to Alicia; the girls flounced to the door naked and still dripping cum. Change was in the wind, it seemed -- so, after handing over her blanket, Alicia stepped out to say goodbye on the doorstep. She was naked except for the skirt, dripping cum to her ankles, which made John look around before saying, "You ain't bashful, are you?"

"They've all seen me come home naked, or near naked. This is about par for the course. Why? Does this make you nervous, Officer Jones?"

"John, Big John, and no -- it doesn't. You can walk around naked on your property so long as no one files a complaint. It's a little-known point of law."

"Would you like me to drop the skirt?"

"I'd like that."

Alicia released the skirt and let it drop, then stepped free to pose. She did a slow turn, then faced him and said, "All naked. Now what, poses or see-you-laters?"

"Walk back to the squad car with me. Let's chat a bit, official like. Lets give the neighbors a better look at you and their police doing their duty, advising a citizen about our public indecency laws."

She walked with him to his car, then waited while he got out his citation pad and pen. John then turned to her and said, "There, that's better. Feel comfortable?"

"I feel naked and terribly exposed, pregnant and fucked ... but I've had that feeling before, only for quick trips - dashes actually. This is different. I'm the neighborhood whore, but I never admitted it so openly."

John considered. "I'm not forcing this on you, am I?"

"You are by virtue of playing on my desire to please you, thrill you, titillate you, excite you, or just plain turn you on."

"All the above."

Alicia tried to keep her hands away from her pussy. "Then take your time, sir."

"Your daughters were raped and held captive in a sex slave situation. How do you honestly feel about that, and why aren't you reacting like a typical mother of three girls their age?"

Alicia shrugged, finally giving in and running a hand across her pussy. "Well, I'm not happy about it, but I certainly did see it coming. It's all very complicated, but there is a powerful man getting even with my husband for fucking his wife -- and part of that is using me at will, and now them."

"Did he rape her?"

"No, she came onto him, actually. He even used a condom."

"Who is this asshole? Maybe I can ease his hurt feelings."

"Why would you want to? He now wants Greg's daughters bred to blacks like you and your partner and sons. Greg needs you or he'll get his ass whipped."

John laughed. "Okay, forget I said that. I think I like the guy. He sounds like a brother. Hell, he sounds like my brother. Was Greg using a rubber to get him some brown sugar -- 'bout five ten, nice tits, bubble butt?"

"No, the guy is white, but he is in tight with a lot of blacks ... especially now."

"Ha! Coach Cunningham."

Alician rubbed at her clit. "I didn't say that."

"So, me and Coach be fuckin' the same ho."

"Could be."

Officer John's grin widened. "And you don't care what he's doing ... or do you?"

"I run hot and cold. Right now, I'm hot. When I picked the girls up, saw the condition they were in, and saw all of those Wildcats, I was stone cold and furious. A lot depends on Greg. Sometimes, like a while ago, he deserves this shit and I want his face rubbed in it until he cries uncle or begs for mercy. I just wish he'd be a man and stand up to Co ... the guy."

"Shit. He'd get his ass whipped."

Alicia eased a few fingers into her pussy. "A man would take his medicine like a man."

"Good point," John said, glancing around. "Well, you are creating quite a stir on this quiet residential street."

"I noticed."

"Had enough?"

Alicia blushed, but didn't remove her hand from her pussy. "I'll leave that up to you, sir."

"You are the sexiest pregnant ho I ever saw. I can't see anyone filing a complaint when you do beautify the neighborhood so well."

"That was very sweet. We pregnant hos suck up any compliments we can get, because we feel fat and ugly. Beautiful and sexy ... yeah, I love the sound of that, so lie to me some more."

"I'm telling you the gospel truth, and speaking of the gospel, what church do you go to?"

"The same one Bill Cunningham does."

John frowned. "Which is?"

"Christ's Crusaders, and it is pure horseshit Wasn't always, but now is because the new reverend is a pervert hiding behind the cloth. I think the only one still buying his bullshit was Greg. Now he's wondering what kind of man would let that happen to three young girls. Wait till he finds out Reverend Dicker did dick her, and her, and his little darling, baby Faye."

"Shit hit da fan?"

Alicia was now masturbating openly, running both hands through the dripping flesh of her overheating cunt. "I doubt it. Dicker is a friend of Bill's. Bill came in when Dicker took over - Bill and about ten other girl lovers and wife fuckers. No, Greg is a wimp -- he'll stay with it and let Dicker and the boys have their way with his wife and daughters. They started on me a month ago; that's why I say I saw this coming. Truth is, I rather enjoyed it. The girls will, too, though they have been spoiled by black cock. I have, too. God, that was good, the best and the biggest cock I ever had. I'll stand out here until midnight to impress that cock, or lure you with my sexy daughters. I have no pride, John, none ... this should prove it."

"I do love that, and I do love making a sexy white woman like you beg in public. This is close enough. At least I know why you're out here."

Alicia smiled and said, "Yes, you'll be back. Come back to fuck me, sir."

"Damn right. Plan on seven."

"We'll be ready at seven ... or was that the number of your friends to plan on?"

He just smiled, then raising his voice, he said, "Okay, this is your last warning, Mrs. ... Mrs. ..."

"Potter, Alicia Potter."

"All right, Mrs. Alicia Potter, you get back in that house and stop creating a public spectacle [tearing off a blank citation and handing it to her] The next time we get a complaint, I'm running you in."

She turned without saying goodbye, and walked casually to her door showing a fine ass and fucked legs to at least thirty lookie loos and a dog that came up to lick her pussy from the rear. That didn't even spook her, and he got to lick her pussy for twelve casual paces. He tried to go in, but she prevented that. She did pet him, though. He was a good doggie and didn't hurt her reputation any worse than it was. Inviting him in would, but not much. Most were surprised that she didn't.

Alicia left one licker and walked right into another - Faye. Alicia fell back against the door and let her because Alicia needed it and the other two saw that a hundred times, with and without fuck running down her legs. Faye preferred cunt with fuck in it or on it. The other two talked nonstop and at the same time until Alicia shushed them to concentrate for a moment on the delightful feel of Faye's mouth. Two weeks seemed an eternity without it, and we may be talking sexual addiction here. Alicia looked like a junkie getting a much-needed fix, but soon felt euphoric.

She looked first to Darlene and said, "Was it great or was it hell?"

"A little of both, but great after the first week. It was almost too intense, that's all. The Wildcats made it intense, but they also made it great once we adjusted. I mostly want to tell you about Reverend Dicker and the congregation. Mom, everybody with a dick fucked us during Bible camp."

Connie said, "Everybody, mom. They came out there just to fuck the Potter girls. You and Dad were the only members who never came out. Everybody else did, like they were told they'd get a crack at the Potter girls if they came out. Boy, did they turn out for that. I knew a bunch of guys wanted to fuck us real bad, but I never thought they'd drive that far for sloppy hundredths."

Darlene nodded, "And some brought friends. The Wildcats were guests of Coach Cunningham."

Eleven year old Connie giggled. "That church is not a church anymore. Everybody was fucking everybody else, and we were used to get them all excited, naked, and fucking. It wasn't a Bible camp, it was an orgy camp. Mom, I'll bet a thousand people were there on average, and maybe two thousand were there total at some time. They brought cameras, and dildos, and dogs. I didn't see any Bibles."

Darlene said, "Mom, they put dogs on us and bred us like bitches, right out where everyone could see and get good pictures."

"Are you bragging or complaining?"

"A little of both, I guess. Mom, they screwed us half to death and treated us like scum ... maybe not scum, but like whores and bitches. We were the camp cunts; we drank piss, got walked on leashes and went to sleep with plugs in our asses to keep us loose. Hell, we didn't do anything. Dad screwed the bitch, but we were paying for it."

"It sounds like the worst is behind you, and you look like you had a good time eventually."

Darlene said, "After a while you get used to being treated that way."

"Get to like it," added Connie.

"Are you still used to it?"

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, I still want to get fucked. Why, are we going back?"

Alicia smiled. "To church, yes. Let me rephrase that. We go back until your father wants out or you girls say you've had enough. We won't force anything on you. They will, but we won't."

Connie said, "What do you want us to do?"

"Take what you can take and try to enjoy it. I want your father to deal with this. He won't have to if you girls bail out. He can't force you to do anything, but Bill will want to use him to get to you girls. Coach will be forced to urge you to go do things like he does me."

Darlene said, "We like that."

Connie nodded in agreement, and Faye came off the cunt to say, "Count me in. They can force me to do this all day, with or without dog-cock in my ass. Boy, this is great snatch."

Connie laughed, now masturbating as she watched her sister at work. "She pigged out on beaver, mom, so that's quite a compliment."

Darlene said, "We all pigged out on beaver -- even those of us who prefer cock. I swear, if I ever taste another pissy cunt, I'll puke. Mom, we are not well liked in that church, not by anything with a cunt between it's legs."

"No one hates us, Darlene. They're jealous," Alicia said. "They needed to take you beauties down a few pegs, that's all. They're fine with me, now. I'm just a whore, no threat."

"They sure took us down a few pegs, like clear down to the animal kingdom."

"Honey, they brought you to their level. The men in that church have always treated their women no better than bitches. Your father always treated us like ladies. That had to be galling. I don't blame them; I really don't. Now that I'm one of them, I understand them. They are even friendly and affectionate with me now. They will abuse me, or watch me be used and abused, but then comfort me as though I am miserable like they are. They can be very affectionate -- even more affectionate than Faye, here."

"Yeah, I experienced that, too," Darlene said. "But I don't like females loving on me and kissing me, trying to make love. It's so creepy. Feels good, but creepy."

Connie added, "I got into it a few times. You'll learn to like it."

Alicia said, "Well, this thing has got to come to a head soon. If it doesn't, I may leave your father. We can all go far away, maybe California."

"Don't do that, Mom," Connie cried. "We're a family, and Dad needs you and loves you. He'll come around."

"I like to think so, but every time I think he might, he runs. I can't take much more of that. Look where it got him ... and us. He won't leave here and we can't stay here like this. I won't live like this much longer."

Faye stood and said, "I thought you liked it."

"I do, but it is getting to be a bit much, and I see no end in sight. To be perfectly honest, I don't like what is happening to you girls. This isn't right, and you will all get pregnant. I know you don't care and probably want to get knocked up, but pregnancy is the leading cause of babies that are a major pain and cost a small fortune to raise. All you girls think about is walking around with big bellies and tits. That's the easy part. Getting that way is the fun part, but being a mommy is a pain."

Connie said, "Why don't we put our babies up for adoption? Then, we'll just have the fun and easy part."

"That may be an option, but I'm keeping mine. They are a pain, but I love my babies too much to part with them, and you will all probably feel the same way when the time comes, or I will grow attached to your bastards and want to keep them."

Darlene said, "Mom, I'm probably pregnant already. Connie and I hit fertile cycles out there. Too late to think about that now, unless you want to spring for abortions."

Faye clutched her belly and said, "Nobody's aborting mine. I wanna get big, super big, and I wanna see what color it is."

Connie said, "You're too little to be pregnant. Knowing you, you'll probably give birth to a litter of Dalmatian looking puppies and grow four more sets of tits."

"I don't care. I wanna see what comes out. I know what went in and got all mixed up. I wanna keep it no matter what it is."

Alicia said, "Nobody is getting an abortion, and you are all getting pregnant. Darlene is right. It's too late to worry about that, now. You may as well enjoy it while it lasts. Besides, we're not through breeding you girls, and I practically promised Officer Jones a crack at it. You girls aren't pregnant until we get a good belly on you, so be good girls and let your parents breed you. You're father will be the most active breeder, jerking those men off into your, once he gets a call from Coach and gets his marching orders. I can hear him now, 'Yes sir, right away, sir. Yes, even the little one. All black. Yes sir, no problem.'"

Darlene said, "Like you say, that is the fun part. You'll love it, won't you?"

Alicia smiled and said, "I am looking forward to it, yes, but I think I'll have my most fun watching Dicker and his bunch have their way with you girls. I do need help with them, and I do like the way they breed a bitch."

Faye said, "Did they put dogs on you, too?"

"A few, enough to make me wag my tail for them. The ladies do love watching Alicia Potter wag her tail for a mount."

Connie said, "Boy, I'll bet they do. I can't wait to see that."

Faye said, "I'll bet you don't suck them."

"You'd lose that bet. Your mother is a whore and a bitch without an ounce of pride, not any that they'll ever see. I hope you girls lost all of yours out there, because that'll help. Pride does get in the way of a good time. I figure if we're going to do this and go through this, we may as well try to have a good time, and not begrudge anyone else a good time at our expense."

Darlene said, "Mom, that's a great way of looking at it, and that's how I see it, too. I mean, it's not their fault. I would drive that far to see a girl like me get fucked royally. I wouldn't mind shoving my cunt in her face and pissing, either. That would be kinda neat."

Connie said, "It must be, because they sure did like doing that to us while dogs fucked us. Girls I thought were my friends did that to me. Sarah's mom did that to me, while Sarah's dad fucked her."

Faye said, "All of my friends and their moms did it to me. I licked 'em while they did it. I got more of that than you two put together, because I licked."

Alicia placed and arm around Faye and said, "That's my girl. That's what I like about you. You never did have any pride."

"If I did, I sold it for two bucks a pop."

"Speaking of Pop, he's going to want some pussy. How do you girls feel about giving him a crack at it? Before you answer, let me put in a good word for him. He adores you girls even now, and he now sees you sexually. I can't say he's a great fuck, but he is a fantastic love maker. You feel the love and adoration, and that does feel great when everyone else is using the fuck out of you. I don't know about you, but I do need that."

Darlene said, "Boy, I could sure use some tender loving right now. Sounds great."

"I love my daddy," Connie said after a moment of consideration. "Put me down for some, but only if he's man enough to take it."

Faye said, "Put me down for a lot, rape or no. I know how my Daddy is, and I hope I didn't ruin it by taking that bet."

Alicia said, "Honey, he still adores you, but lay off the crude and vulgar shit. That goes for all of you. Just be yourselves, now. He knows you're all sluts who are now hooked solid on large black cocks. He understands and doesn't blame you. He blames himself, as well he should, but let's not rub it in too deep and grind. He got the message loud and clear, now just be your regular selves. Crave the love and physical affection, just like you do with me, only let's spread it around equally. Make a fuss over his car and his cock and you'll make his life so sweet while he is going through this hell."

Faye said, "How can we love his car? You fucked it all up."

"They'll give him another one with fresh seats. I did him a favor, and let's not fuck up the seats of his other one."

Darlene said, "Nobody fucks up seats like you can, Mom."

She smiled and said, "Yeah, well, he pissed me off, and no one can do that like he can."

Connie said, "Yeah, the nerve of him calling you a whore after what you did."

They all had a good laugh, then Alicia brought all of her girls into a group embrace to say, "I love you girls more than you can ever know, and I promise you we will have fun and be okay. Let's keep this openness going and be totally honest with each other. And let's all stay together. One for all, all for one, the Potter girls forever."

The warmth of all that love could melt candles a block away. They all kissed each other on the lips with tongues until four tongues writhed together in the center, something they had never done and all thought was really neat, so they kept that up for quite some time while groping between each other's legs. Each set of legs had two hands between them, and with two choice spots between each set of legs, that worked out perfectly. The Potter girls were far more bisexual than they ever thought, seeming to rejoice in that newfound discovery, which was good, because the congregation did want to put them all in a pile and see what happens. They did that at camp with poor results, but the feeling was it needed the mother to get those girls going good. They seemed to be right, because that group hug ended up on the floor where they all chowed down on each other in a daisy chain.

Greg tripped over it and stubbed his face again. He still wasn't having a good day, and his vision hadn't improved much. Now, he had four comforting him and one was sucking his dick - his little angel. Faye nursed on him like a starved calf, and he had never been nursed on like that before. Three others were being very loving and affectionate while his wife got his nosebleed stopped. He began feeling a lot better, and when Darlene offered one of her gorgeous young titties to nurse on, he felt a whole lot better. And then he came and that got gobbled up and wolfed down. Wow!

After that whopper orgasm, he sat on his butt and looked to four smiling blurred faces that he vaguely recognized as his family. He looked from one to the other, then said, "What were you all looking for?"

Alicia said, "I dropped a contact."

"Oh. I'd help you look, but I still can't see for shit. Say, how come everybody is being so nice to me all of a sudden? And who was real nice to me?"

Faye kissed him on the mouth, his semen dribbling from her eight-year-old lip, and said, "I was, Daddy, and I'm sorry for saying you had a little dick. I wanted to apologize to it."

"Apology accepted, but why aren't you all mad at me anymore?"

Alicia said, "They were never mad at you, Greg. They were just wound up from that rolling gang-bang bus ride. I did get angry, but I got over that. I'm sorry I wrecked your new Saturn, and fucking up the seat like that was unforgivable."

"That's okay. You totaled it. I'll get a new one, but I'm going to have them disable the face stubber. That feature sucks. How can you give an accident report if you didn't see it? What did we hit, anyway? "

"A ditch."

"Oh ... well, we hit it good. Did you guys get in any trouble for being naked, or almost naked? I wondered about that."

"We got lucky. Officer Jones arrived not long after we got out."

"How nice for you," Greg whined. "Did you get lucky again?"

"No, darn it, but he is coming back after he gets off duty and bringing his partner and his two sons. We'll all get lucky then."

"Alicia, how can you say that so matter-of-factly? I am your husband and their father. You can't be bringing men into my home and carrying on like that as though I have no say and don't matter. A man's home is his castle, Alicia. This is my castle. I'm the king in my castle. You're supposed to be my queen, not his whore with three little whorelets to share."

"Sweetheart, face it. Bill will be calling you and making it official. He will have you breeding your daughters to blacks until they are good and pregnant. You'll do it, and you'll need black studs to do it. I am being nice to Officer Jones because I know he can get you all the black studs you'll need to do your job properly and make Bill happy -- and consider this, Greg. He will be very pleased if you anticipated his desires and got started without being told to do so. You'll probably get an atta-boy for this, and if you keep going out of your way to please him, he may become a buddy."

"Really, a buddy, do you think so?"

"I know him intimately. Yes, I think so, and he lets his buddies fuck Janet. He'll probably let you have some more. That was good pussy, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, real good."

"I'm trying to help you, Greg. You deserve good pussy like that," Alicia said. "And you need a buddy like Bill. He can get you all kinds of good pussy, but you can't be stingy with yours."

"I haven't been with your pussy. He must see that. Has he said anything?"

"Yes, he is very pleased that you give it up without a whine or whimper and don't mind that he shares with friends and dogs. That impressed him, especially the fact that you never flinched when he told you he was breeding me to mutts."

"I flinched, but he couldn't see it. So, that impressed him, huh?"

"Yes, very much, and I didn't mind helping you out, or helping you out with this new challenge, but if you don't want or need my help, I'll stay out of it and let you handle this on your own."

Greg looked terrified. "NO! I need your help, Alicia. You're doing good. You're doing great. I guess I wasn't thinking, but you were. I owe you an apology, Alicia. I thought you were just horny and jealous of all the black cock the girls got. Now, I see what you were doing. You really had me going there. I thought you were really hung up on black cock bad, like head- over-heels bad."

"I hate to burst your bubble, Greg, but I am. I am now. I won't lie to you. I'm sure you'll see that when you see me with him. I'm afraid the whore label now fits me. I was wrong to take offense. I should have bowed my head in shame and begged forgiveness, instead, I jumped all over you and caused an accident, and broke your new car, your Saturn."

"Totaled, not broke, and you don't need to bow your head when I call you a whore -- but you don't have to jump on me like that. At least you now admit it, and that nigger cop didn't make you that way, Bill did. You're not my whore; you're Bill's whore, and I wish you would admit that. You are not fooling anyone, Alicia, least of all these girls. They see how you are, and they see how proud you are of your bastard baby. You are always showing off your big belly and you're doing it now. Admit it, Alicia, you are so proud of that big belly full of bastard that you proudly carry around for Bill and show off for Bill. You tell everyone whose bastard that is and whose whore you really are. Come on, Alicia, admit it. You are proud of being Coach Cunningham's whore, and you are so proud to be carrying his bastard baby boy."

Alicia went to her back and proudly held her belly, saying, "Yes, Greg, yes, I am proud, so proud, and I know I bring great shame on you by being so proud and show-offy. I do brag, and I know that's awful. Yes, I admit it. I am Coach Cunningham's whore, and I do love being his whore. I do now, but you pushed me into his arms and urged me to be a good whore. I did it for you, Greg."

"Thanks - thanks a lot, but I understand - I think. Anyway, I'm glad we have that out in the open. You can stop playing with your bastard, now, Alicia. We know you're proud. We get the point."

Alicia accepted the help sitting up, then looked to Greg to say, "Sorry. I guess I do get carried away."

"A little, but you keep being that way for Bill, and tell him that I told you to."

"I'll see that you get all the credit."

"Thanks. And I want credit for breeding these girl tonight, but I want you to handle all that. I'll just watch, okay."

"Sure, no problem. Would you like to pick out a mate for Faye?"

He looked to Faye and then to her pussy, then reached and felt her pussy, then said, "Sure. I'd like that. Yeah, I'd like that a lot. She'll breed good, this one will. This is good pussy, good white pussy. Yeah, the niggers love fucking this fine white pussy, don't they, my little angel?"

"They sure do," his eight year old daughter beamed. "And this pussy sure does love nigger dicks."

"Sure it does. It loves those great, big, black, nigger dicks. That's yummy stuff, ain't it?"

"The yummiest."

"Well, we're going to get this sexy white pussy all the nigger juice it wants, aren't we, Alicia?"

His wife smiled. "Yes, Greg, we'll breed the little slut until nigger juice floats her eye balls."

"Don't call her that."

"Do you prefer whore?"

"No, she's just a girl that likes to fuck niggers, that's all. They all are. Lots of white girls are that way after they get nigger fucked. Girls like big dicks, and they got the biggest dicks. That's just the way it is, and these girls got nigger fucked real good. They gotta have it now, and we gotta get it for them, and lots of it. I should thank Bill for getting them niggered fucked so good. Bill likes niggers, and white pussy this good should be for the niggers. Yeah, he did real good. Got 'em three good ones and hooked 'em good and solid, but they're not sluts or whores like you are, Alicia."

Alicia struggled up, then pissed all over Greg's bowed head, then walked off. Faye said, "I think she's pissed. Something you said upset her."

Greg looked perplexed and soggy. Connie took off her mother's blouse to dry his face while saying, "Yeah, she's touchy about something."

Darlene said, "Pregnant women get that way, but I wouldn't take it personally, Dad."

"She pissed on me! How do I not take that personally? She took a piss right on my head. She's never done that before, and she has been pregnant for years if you add up all the months. She gets cranky, but she never pisses on me."

Faye said, "Maybe she had to go real bad. I'll bet that bastard was pushing on her bladder and she blamed you for the bastard. Do you think?"

Greg struggled up and went in search of his hard to figure wife, but tripped over the ottoman and stubbed his face gain - three times in one day - a new record. He found her lying face down on the bed, crying...well, sobbing quietly. He came over and sat at her butt holding a rag over his nose. He looked between her legs out of habit, then stared because he never saw her pussy look so big and so fucked.

After he sat and didn't say anything for so long, she looked back to see him checking out her cunt and said, "It's a whore's cunt, Greg. All whores have them."

"I know, but yours sure is big."

She grabbed a pillow and slapped him with it, then beat him with it and vented a great deal of anger and frustration, dropped it and sat in a slump. He slowly uncovered his head and looked to her, still perplexed. She looked to him and said, "When are you going to stand up to Bill?"

"Stand up to him! I can't stand up to him. He'll kick my ass."

"Yes, and that will hurt like a stubbed face, but a stubbed face will heal and the hurt goes away. This hurt will never go away, Greg, and you are destroying this family by not taking your medicine like a man. Bill just wants you to own up to what you did. He respects a man, but has none for a wimp, and I don't either. Greg, I can't take any more of this. One day, you'll have to face him. While you still have something left to be proud of, go cut your loses, and there is no better time than now after he did this to our girls. He expects this will do it, and if it doesn't, he will show no mercy. Go, Greg. Go tell him this makes you square and if it doesn't square things, it's time to fight."

"Then what, I beat him in the fists with my face until he cries uncle? "

"If you must, yes. Greg, you must go or I must go and I take the girls with me. I never wanted to give you this ultimatum, but there you have it and I am dead serious. This was my final insult. I do have one ounce of pride left and I'm using it now. You go or we go."

Greg sat in deep ponder, then looked to her and said, "Stay here, Alicia. I can't live without you and my girls. You stay. I will settle this once and for all."

He stood, went to the door, stopped, turned, looked to her, and said after more ponder, "Alicia, you are no whore -- you just married an ass and a coward. You never were a whore, and you aren't now, and never will be, so help me God."

With that he was gone.

Greg found Bill mowing his lawn without his shirt on, and he looked mighty. Greg turned pale and shivered, but stepped out of their second car and walked on unsteady legs to intercept Bill at the turning point, and that was when Bill saw Greg and hit the kill switch on the mower. He then stepped up to confront a very frightened man who said in a quaking voice while wincing from an anticipated blow his first words would bring, "Bill, we are square. I fucked your wife and I am sorry, but this squares us."

At that point he winced so hard he couldn't see, but no blow came. He waited a bit more before venturing a peek, then peeked, then opened his eyes to see Bill smiling at him. When Bill reached to place a hand on his shoulder, Greg flinched, making Bill laugh and say, "Relax, Greg. I'm not going to hit you. I won't hit a man who faces me in the right. You are right. We are square."

"We are!?"

"Yes, we are. I'm sorry it had to go this far, but you don't take from Bill Cunningham without asking. If you had asked, I probably would have said, sure, go for it. There aren't many men who have the balls that I won't give my go ahead to go for it."

"You mean, you might have let me fuck her?"

"I didn't say that. I said I'd give my go ahead to try. She decides who she fucks and always has. I only take issue with those sneaky fuckers who go behind my back to get some. We're all square now, Greg -- and I'm glad this is over. Now as one man to another, I want to ask your permission to keep on seeing your wife and daughters, and I'm asking on behalf of Dicker and a few other guys, and the Wildcats. We love fucking your pussy. You got good pussy, Greg, the best there is and more than any one man can satisfy. This won't be like before. We have to get them to want to play with us, and you won't be under any pressure to provide pussy. Well, what do you say? Can I get your permission to try?"

"Sure, I guess so."

"Thanks, Greg. Now, isn't there something you'd like to ask me? Janet is in the back sunning herself by the pool, and looking damn good. I'm sure she'd appreciate a good oil rub-down, especially from you."

"She would?"

"I do believe so, yes."

Greg couldn't believe his luck. "Well, may I have your permission to ... to ..."

"To what, Greg. Tell me exactly what you want to do to my wife."

"I want to fuck her."

"Just fuck her?"

"Well, make love to her and all that would entail. I want your permission to use your wife in any sexual way."

"Go for it ... and Greg, she said you were by far the best lover she ever had. I want to thank you for giving her that. Thanks buddy, I mean that."

Greg gave Bill his best firm and manly hand shake while beaming with pride and saying, "My Alicia is sure impressed with you, too, Bill. My girls are big fans of your Wildcats - big fans - the biggest."

"They are a big hit with the Wildcats, too. I think we're going to get along great, now you go on back there and be good to that special woman of mine. I'm going to call Alicia and tell her this is all over and we are all square, if she's still talking to me. She must be mighty pissed."

"Well, shucks - she ain't happy, but I think you could calm her and say the right words to her. I can't promise she'll still want to party, but I think she might if you tell her you want to show off your bastard. She likes that part. If you get her good and horny, she'll want to see those girls get fucked by a bunch of niggers ... oops ... sorry."

"Hell, that's what I call them. Niggers don't mind as long as they know you love them, and they figure that any white man that shares their wife and daughters with them must love them."

"I must love them, then, because I sure do love sharing them with ni-- black-- ni-niggers. You have my permission to share them with all them fellows you want."

"You're a true buddy, Greg. Yes, we're going to get along great. Janet is all yours any time you want her, and I think I can speak for her on that. I know I can. Go get her, Tiger."

* * *

Alicia expected a call from Bill or from a hospital, and she was glad to hear Bill say, "That husband of yours is quite a man, Alicia."

"He is. What did he do, and what did you do?"

Bill explained the brief confrontation and made Greg look more tough and manly than he was, which surprised and thrilled Alicia. Then Bill said, "I'm sorry it had to come to this, Alicia. I know you must be livid for what we done to those girls. You know who we are, and I'm sure you heard all about it by now."

"Yes, I know all about it."

"Well damnit it Alicia, he wouldn't budge."

"I know."

"I had to do something that drastic."

Alicia smiled. "Well, it worked. You can't argue with success."

"Don't you think I went a bit overboard, like way overboard?"

"Bill, have I ever criticized you, or tried to influence you in any way, regarding this score you need to settle with my husband?"

"No, but I never told you what I had planned for your daughters."

"Do you think that would have made a difference when I have always maintained that you had every right to do whatever you feel you must to even the score?"

"Did that include turning them into a bunch of whores for a black basketball team?"

Alicia grinned ear to ear. "Sure. Why not? If you had told me, I could have properly prepared them and sent them all off with shaved cunts and no underwear."

"You're quite a gal, Alicia. How's my little bastard?"

"Coming along fine, but I think he's going to be a place kicker in the NFL."

"That's my boy. Say, Alicia, now that this is over, what say we keep partying? Greg is okay with it. He's out back fucking Janet right now."

"In that case, let's party, but not tonight. We have a date. Me and the girls have a date, actually -- but after that, set something up."

"Anything in particular?"

"Surprise me. I like your surprises, and just so people don't think we're having an affair, I'm your whore. I'm good at that role, but the girls aren't. They are my daughters. If they are happy, I'm happy."

Coach Bill smiled. "Well, I am good at making you happy, so let's go from there. Keep Friday night open and make no plans for the weekend."

"I've got you booked."

"You're the greatest, Alicia, the greatest."

"That's what they all say. Give my regards to Janet."

"Done. Later."

Alicia set the phone in the cradle and looked to the smiling sluts who were listening in. She said, "Are you sluts ready to party?"

They were; they did; all was right on West Winchester once again.