They were at it again, all five - husband and four
sons - at window stations, peeking through blinds,
drooling over that sixteen-year-old prick-tease, Pam
Decker. Dorothy took a peek. This time Pam was out
front washing her Mustang in short-shorts and wet crop
top, barefoot. This was pure torture. That girl needed
to be taken down, but Dorothy knew that none of her mob
stood the slightest chance, not without a weapon,
cuffs, blind fold, duct tape, and rope. Even then, it
would take all of them and they had best dispose of the
body, for if they were ever caught, the judge would put
them all under a jail for harming one hair on such a
lovely creature.

She was a lovely girl. Dorothy had to admit that. Pam
had it all in absolute perfection - blonde, built,
cute, and very sexy. She even had a beautiful face and
personality. She was a prick tease without meaning to
be, probably virgin because she meant to be, playing
the field because that was wise, and enjoying life
because she had it made. Her parents pampered her and
everyone loved her, but she lived across the street
from jerks, morons, and a would-be child molester.
Other than that, Pam had it made.

After the show, Dorothy called her guys to a family
meeting. She had them all take seats on the couch. Red,
her husband but still considered one of "the boys", sat
in the middle with the twins, Frank and John, on his
right, Greg and Joe on his left. The twins were Pam's
age but one grade behind - freshmen. Greg was two years
older and out of school from having dropped out. Joe
was two years younger than Pam and set back a grade, so
he was still in the seventh grade. They weren't much to
look at, but they all had one fine feature that Pam
probably didn't know about or appreciate. They all,
even Joe, had exceptional dicks - larger than average
and beautifully formed with big balls.

Red had the whopper, a full ten-incher in bright pink.
Next came Greg with a nine-incher that was just as
thick as Red's, roughly the thickness of a large carrot
at the base, but in chocolate brown. The twins and Joe
all came in at eight or better, thicker than a plump
frankfurter, with Joe sporting one of those strung-bow
dicks. The twins had the largest dick-heads, like
firemen's hats. Rated on a scale from one to ten, there
wasn't a dick that would rate below a nine, and three
out of five that would rate a ten by any girl's
standard, and which three would depend on personal
taste. If Pam was at all interested in dicks, a bonanza
lived right across the street from her. The thought
occurred to Dorothy - what heterosexual sixteen-year-
old girl wasn't interested in dicks.

Dorothy looked over her guys, waited for them to get
settled and quiet, then said, "How would you all like
to knock Pam up and then have her serve you all as a
willing whore?"

They looked to each other and then back to Dorothy as
though she had asked a dumb but amusing question. They
all nodded. She went on, "I know a way, but I will need
your full cooperation. You would all have to follow my
advice and orders to the letter and not do anything on
your own. I lead, you follow. You back up everything I
tell her, and never do or say anything that contradicts
what I tell her. If you all do that, I believe I can
get her on your dicks at a very bad time of the month,
but if one of you goes off on your own, doing your own
thing, you'll blow it for everyone."

Red said, "How you gonna do that, Dorothy? She won't
even look at us, much less talk to us. She damn sure
won't let any of us screw her."

"I had a friend just like Pam. I know that girl. I
know her defenses and I know her weaknesses. Darla kept
getting pregnant, too. I know how. I know why. Pam is
no different. They are like peas in a pod, and once
they get a dick in them, they don't want off till the
dick gets off, and then they go, 'Oh shit.' Mark my
words, Pam will go oh shit five times in a row, several
times a day, all through her fertile cycle, and she
will end up pregnant. Only then will she think about
what to do, go to her best friend, and say, 'What are
we going to do?'"

Greg said, "What did you and Darla do?"

"She had six secret abortions in three years; mostly,
we raised money. She used to make me so fucking angry,
but I finally came to realize that she had no control
if a guy did it right. A guy did it right to me and
that's why you're here, Greg. That's why your dick is
brown and the others are pink. I hope this isn't coming
as a shock to you, but you are not sitting next to your
biological father. Your daddy was one smooth nigger,
because he talked me into letting him incubate his
bastard in my womb."

This was not news to anyone. Greg looked like his
daddy had been one smooth nigger. Joe looked like his
daddy had been a white, traveling-salesman, bow hunter.
The twins looked like Red except for the hair. They got
their dark hair from their mother, otherwise they would
look like typical freckle-faced, green-eyed, elephant-
eared, carrot tops. The Bagwell Boys were a motley crew
of mother fuckers and nothing to bring home to Mom and
Dad because a girl can't show Mom and Dad the dick and
say, "Mom, Dad, look what I get to marry - a dick and
balls that will come when you call, and cum like a
busted fire hose."

Dorothy had the guys intrigued. She had their full
attention. All were in agreement - what they each tried
individually fell totally flat, why not give Dorothy's
plan a shot? They had nothing to lose. The odds of
scoring with Pam were remote and none, and were only
remote in the case of a rape going well. The odds were
very remote as the Bagwell Boys were not the brightest
bulbs on the tree. Between them, they could out-shine a
dying firefly. To rape Pam and pull it off would take
criminal genius, careful planning, and flawless
execution. Dorothy could pull it off, but Dorothy had
no desire to rape anyone. She did have the desire to
get those boys laid and teach Pam a lesson at the same
time.

Dorothy's planning actually began months before
revealing the plan, and much of the groundwork had
already been laid. Seeing the car washing exhibition
made Dorothy decide to go ahead with the plan. Pam knew
she had the Bagwell Boys at the windows, and she
tortured them. That would never do. In Dorothy's mind,
it was Pam who threw down the gauntlet. Whatever
happened, Pam brought it on. Whether she carried a
bastard child to term would be her mother's decision.
Unlike Darla, Pam could and would go to her mother,
also Pam's best friend.

The trouble was, Jenny Decker was a staunch right-to-
lifer, who when posed with the hypothetical, "If you
daughter were raped and impregnated by a black man,
would you force her to carry the bastard to term?" The
answer was, yes. They wouldn't keep it, but they
wouldn't kill it. Pam wasn't asked. Pam wasn't present.
Jenny spoke for Pam. Dorothy could not help but wonder
what Jenny would say if the situation were not
hypothetical. Was Jenny hypocritical? If so, could she
also be unfaithful, get herself knocked up, and abort
the little bastard. Interesting possibility. Dorothy
was happy that Pam threw down the gauntlet and threw
for her mom.
The contest was on.

The Bagwell Boys proved good students. They studied
their roles and rehearsed their parts without
questioning the rhyme or reason. Dorothy seemed to know
what she was talking about. She, at least, had
confidence of success - success being defined as
getting Pam naked and willing to get fucked. Willing to
get knocked up seemed like pie in the sky to the
Bagwell Boys, but that was success as defined by
Dorothy. They were willing to humor her if that was
what it took to get her working toward that goal.
Better to aim high and fall short than aim low and get
a direct hit.

The Bagwell Boys all aimed low. Red would have been
satisfied with a good long look at Pam's bare ass. Greg
wanted to see her in bra and panties, in poses or doing
modeling walks like on a runway. The twins had to see
her naked tits - Frank had dibs on the left tit, John
had dibs on the right. They wanted to suck on their own
tit at the same time they way they still did on the
mother. Joe would kill to sniff her pussy directly
instead of her bicycle seat, which he hadn't been able
to do since she got the Mustang. To Dorothy, their
goals were laughable and pathetic, easily accomplished
at the first encounter, and if she failed, she swore
she'd concede defeat. Her confidence impressed the
boys.

Dorothy chose the following Saturday to launch the
campaign. She had the boys at the ready and waited by a
window for Pam to emerge. The Mustang look clean and
ready to go cruising. If Pam emerged before noon, odds
were she'd have no place special to go and just wanted
to find something to do. At ten fifteen, Pam emerged,
dressed in typical school clothes - skirt and blouse,
cruising clothes, no-place-special clothes, just
something she threw on. Dorothy stepped out and called
Pam over just as Pam was unlocking the door to her car.

Pam didn't want to come anywhere near the Bagwell den,
but mother Bagwell was now a friend of her mother's, an
odd couple but her mother enjoyed Dorothy's company.
Their views were diametric opposites, but Dorothy was
an articulate proponent of her views, interesting to
talk to, and never got steamed or excited. Two women
with opposing view points on very explosive subjects
could talk like rational human beings. Jenny liked that
very much, so Pam had to accept that Dorothy could ask
her over and expect her to come. Still, she wasn't
happy, and even less happy about Dorothy insisting she
actually enter the den.

Pam stepped in reluctantly, then did an about face
upon seeing all five Bagwell perverts sitting on the
couch. But Dorothy had closed the door behind her, so
Pam faced a closed door with Dorothy's hand on the
knob, Dorothy saying, "Pam, please hear me out. I know
you hate them and I now know why you hate them. You
have every reason to hate them, but I want you to know,
you hate the Pam Decker fan club."

Pam put her hand on the knob over Dorothy's hand,
saying, "I am disbanding the club. May I please go,
now."

"Pam, please. [taking her hand off the knob, leaving
Pam's] Of course you may go. I'm only asking that you
hear me out before you go."

Pam thought, then folded her arms and faced Dorothy as
the two stood in profile to the fan club. Pam said,
"All right. I'll hear what you have to say, but I don't
want a fan club, certainly not one made of perverts,
peeping Toms, grabbers, mashers, liars, and bicycle
seat thieves."

"I know you speak the truth. They have all confessed
their misdeeds. Even my husband confessed to offering
you money on several occasions. To your credit, each
and every time he did, you told him exactly where he
could stick his money. For as little as he was asking,
and for as much as he offered, I think most girls would
have given those offers serious consideration."

Pam appeared surprised that he would have confessed
those offers. In truth, they were tempting, and now
that she had a car that always needed gas on a tight
budget, very tempting. All he wanted to do was look at
her bare ass for a set amount of time at an agreed-to
fee. In truth, Pam never did tell him where to stick
his money. She either said, no, or I'll think about it.
She was glad Dorothy was under the impression that
she'd told him where to stick it. Dorothy's version
could easily get back to her mother, so Pam said, "I am
not a whore and I do not appreciate being treated like
a whore. I have never given anyone any reason to think
I might be a whore at any price."

"I think they finally understand that."

One part of Pam went, "Damn!" while another went,
"Good, I'll find another way to get gas."

What she said was, "May I go, now?"

"Not yet. I haven't told you what it is I need to tell
you."

"Could you do it fast, or outside, because I don't
like being here in the same room with them."

"I can well understand, but you need to see how they
have changed."

"Yeah, right. Is that what they told you, that they
changed?"

"I know they have, because I finally convinced them
that there was no way any of them could ever score with
a doll like you, that you are so far above their
league, you may as well be a Christi Brinkley, a
Penthouse Playmate, or a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader,
that trying to score with you in their clumsy, inept
ways only drove you further away, that what they should
have done was take the opposite approach and tried to
win favor by sucking up to you and doing nice things
for you. That still won't get them laid, but might get
them peeks at those things that fascinate them so. I
explained to them that girls do take pity on fawning
admirers and will give a good one a peek, sometimes a
feel, and on rare occasions, grant a wish. I know my
boys, Pam, and they all want to try this new approach.
I assure you, they have changed. Like it or not, you do
have a devoted fan club that will let you walk on them
in high heels just to get a peek up your skirt."

This speech had Pam blushing from embarrassment and
excitement, partly because Dorothy's husband was
included in the fan club and Dorothy didn't seem to
mind, like there wasn't much she could do about it. Pam
looked over her fans, then back to Dorothy to say, "Why
are they sitting like that and why do they have that
blanket over their laps?"

"I made them take their genitals out and sit on their
hands as a way of atoning for all the liberties they
stole from you and insults they heaped on you. You are
free to pull that blanket off and do whatever you feel
like doing to them, even if it hurts, whatever it takes
for you to feel even, and if they resist in any way,
pull their hands out or beg for mercy, you get to kick
them right in the balls while the others hold him. All
agreed to give you this and not be babies about it.
They know they deserve the worst and they are terrified
as you can see."

This was most intriguing to the girl. Indeed, they did
look nervous, but they also had erections under that
blanket. This was so bizarre, and so tempting. They all
looked so big, even Joe. Having never seen a fully
erect adult-size penis, the desire to at least look had
great appeal, so when Dorothy took her by the hand and
led her to her fans, Pam allowed herself to be taken
and led, then stood and watched as Dorothy yanked away
the blanket, revealing five fully erect adult-size
cocks, a sight so stunning that Pam couldn't help but
suck in a gasp, like a kick in the gut, or a slap in
the puss with a stiff dick.

They didn't just have their genitals out, they were
all naked from the waist down except for socks. They
also had their legs apart as much as room allowed,
either showing off or making their balls vulnerable.
Pam was as fascinated by balls as by dicks, and she
never imagined balls like the Bagwell balls. Pam often
fantasized having a man by the balls, even her father.
She liked to imagine holding his balls while he fucked
her mother, actually being a part of the sex life by
not only doing that but by handling foreplay for both
along with clean-up. All they had to do was the actual
fucking, and for this nasty chore she was paid a
handsome allowance.

Pam allowed herself to be led down the line, stopping
at each for Dorothy to offer comments that suggested
she had an intimate knowledge of each. They started
with the twins and ended with Joe. By the time they got
to Joe's strung bow, Pam knew the boys were mother
fuckers and the husband was pussy whipped. Gone were
terms like penis and testicles, screwing and
masturbating. In their place were cocks and balls that
fucked and jacked off.

Pam couldn't take much more without dropping to he
knees and sucking one, so she took her hand back and
made for the door, saying, "I have to go, now."

With her hand on the door, Dorothy stopped her by
calling out, "Pam, please don't go and leave them like
this. Nothing has been resolved. They haven't atoned
for a thing."

Pam said without looking over, "This is nasty and I
don't want to do this. I don't want to touch any of
them; I just want to go."

"Pam, please try to put yourself in my place. Imagine
yourself as a mother of four boys and a husband with a
thing for young chicks. Imagine that you live right
across the street from their dream girl, that you see
them being tortured and tormented on a daily basis. You
see their suffering and you do what you can to relieve
as much as you can, but no matter what you do, it's
only a band aid solution. Wouldn't you at least try to
help them get something off the girl, when you can see
they are going about it all wrong and you know how to
do it right? Is it so wrong for a mother and wife to
want that for her loved ones?"

Pam slowly turned her head to look at Dorothy, then
said, "No, not really."

"Pam, I know you are no prude, and I know you're not
shy. I know you're not a cruel person. I believe in my
heart that if you knew beyond any shadow of doubt that
nothing you do here would ever leave this house, you
would end this feud, allow them to prove themselves,
then reward them in some way. Before there is any
rewarding, they must be made to atone for past wrongs,
and they must demonstrate that they did change, that
they are now ready to serve and worship and be
satisfied with whatever they get, even if it's just a
peek at panties or a sniff of your bicycle seat."

With racing heart, Pam took her hand off the door,
faced Dorothy and the fans, then said, "Well, if I was
absolutely certain nothing would ever get out, you're
right, I'm not a prude, shy, or cruel. If I were
convinced they really were fans, I would do much more
than just offer peeks at my panties or a seat to sniff.
I probably wouldn't wear panties and I'd probably let
them sniff the real thing...IF I thought they were
being sincere and would be discrete about it."

Dorothy came up and warmly took Pam by the hand again,
saying while leading, "I personally guarantee their
sincerity, and if you ever get wind of anything that
got out, just tell me. They'll find out who leaked and
they will plug that leak so that it never leaks again.
[arriving at the couch] Sweetheart, if you'll let my
boys sniff your pussy, I will get down on my hands and
knees behind you and tongue your asshole for as long as
you allow them to sniff your pussy."

Pam stood before Frank on weak legs. That lurid offer
and that vivid image caught Pam completely off guard.
Pam could almost feel that long, feminine tongue go
slithering up her colon, the soft face pressed against
pliant ass cheeks, supple lips on a puckered sphincter
- dizzying stuff to a girl who tried not to think
vulgar thoughts like that, but foreplay often required
vulgar service. She just never thought about receiving.

Pam found herself standing between Frank's knees with
wicked thoughts on her mind, with Dorothy urging her to
kneel and do as she pleased with his genitals. Pam
suddenly aware of why she was there, looked to Dorothy
and said, "Oh, no, I couldn't."

"Pam, if the situation were reversed and your mother
had you sitting on your hands with your genitals
exposed, offering these guys the opportunity to do as
they pleased, do you think any of them would even
hesitate to go all the way?"

"Well, no, but my mother would never place me in that
situation."

"I think she would if she thought you were being a
prick tease and making them suffer. Your mother has
absolutely no sympathy for prick teases, and a daughter
is no exception. She could watch you getting screwed by
one after the other, with no protection, at the worst
time of the month, and be satisfied that you were
learning a valuable lesson. I could have gone that
route but decided to go this route instead, because
these guys deserve to be treated as abusive jerks more
than you deserve to be treated like a prick tease. If
you disagree, we'll do this the other way. I'll arrange
things with your mother and we'll get this thing
settled once and for all. It's your call, Pam."

Pam's mind was a blur. She was thinking in a fog, but
thinking that perhaps her mother would feel that way
and might believe whatever Dorothy told her. The idea
was exciting to contemplate, though like most
fantasies, quite absurd. Pam acted as though the notion
was not absurd at all, saying, "No, let's handle it
this way. What do I have to do?"

"That's up to you, Pam. Do whatever it takes to make
you feel squared-up. They should be made to suffer, if
not physically, then sexually. You need to teach these
guys a lesson that being aggressive jerks doesn't pay.
If it were me, I would tease each one mercilessly and
make each one cum in his own face. I would give each
the best head ever, then just at the point of release,
I'd bite, or pull the dick out of my mouth and jack it
off in his face. I'll tell you something else, I would
get each one by the balls in my claws and at least make
him sweat. You have lovely nails, Pam. They make
excellent claws. Good claws make a powerful impression
on balls. Start by getting Frank by the balls, then go
from there. Go ahead, kneel down, get comfortable, and
make him sweat. That's it, kneel down. There you
go...Now give me your hand...good, now cup his
balls...excellent, now let's see those claws."

Pam couldn't believe she was on her knees between
Frank's legs and had his balls in her right hand. His
balls filled her right hand, and they were so soft and
malleable. The urge to squeeze became overpowering. She
made claws and did squeeze until she saw him wince and
heard him groan. She made him wince and groan several
more times before she took his dick in her left hand
and began fondling a cock and balls. She never imagined
anything like it - so soft, yet so hard, and hot. She
thought they'd be cool. She knew that balls were in a
sack on the outside of the body to keep them cool. On
Frank, nature's plan wasn't working. Cock and balls
were quite warm, hot and throbbing, weeping precum,
getting her hand wet. At first, she thought he was
leaking piss, but soon realized what she thought was
thin watery piss was actually a thick, honey-like,
super-slippery substance - stuff that could be useful
in fucking a tight pussy.

Pam played with Frank's cock and balls for several
minutes until she felt comfortable enough to do as she
pleased with it, and she pleased to taste it. She took
the slippery head into her mouth and discovered the
taste of what some called dick honey. His fireman's hat
filled her mouth. She sucked and pumped, then got up
over him to suck better and pump more effectively. She
didn't look like she was trying to teach him a lesson.
She looked like a hungry cock sucker who was sucking
her first cock and couldn't wait to taste her first
load of cum, knowing that she would love the stuff.

Pam sucked Frank's cock like a sex-starved girl alone
in a room with a cock. Frank might have lasted longer
had she not sucked his dick that way, but seeing Pam
Decker's gorgeous face full of his cock, doing her best
to suck his balls up through it - well, the sight and
sensations got the better of him. He blasted her mouth,
making her eyes bug out in surprise at the force and
quantity of his discharge, and that was just the
initial blast. That was followed by ten good pumping
squirts which she sucked and swallowed though he pumped
cum into her mouth as though he had control and was
using her mouth as a cum dump. With each jet, he would
lift and tense. He fucked her mouth, but Pam didn't
mind. She did like cum and liked having her mouth used
as a cum dump. She eagerly joined in, using both hands
on his cock. After the last jet, she still kept on
sucking, using her hands to milk more sperm out until
Dorothy tapped her and said, "You certainly taught him
a lesson he'll never forget."

Pam suddenly realized that she was not alone in a room
with a cock. She blushed and sat back on her heels,
releasing the spent member. She looked to Dorothy but
didn't quite know what to say. Dorothy smiled, wiped a
cum drool off Pam's chin, and said, "If that squares
you with him, fine, but I want this hatchet buried. Are
you and Frank friends, now?"

Pam looked to smiling Frank, then to Dorothy and
smiled. She nodded and said, "Sure, I guess. I don't
really want to hurt anybody. I would just like us to be
nice to one another. I'm willing to make the first
overture."

"Suit yourself, but this will be the only opportunity
you get to vent your anger and frustration. If after
this I see you teasing them, giving them dirty looks,
or being unfriendly, we'll go about this another way.
When you find yourself naked between me and your
mother, and we each have a leg with the boys lined up
to fuck you while you are ovulating, you might wish you
had done this right in the first place."

Pam was bright red, not from embarrassment, but from
an aroused flush brought on by that image. Pam did not
want to think that scenario was impossible, nor convey
to Dorothy that she thought so. Just the opposite. She
wanted Dorothy to think it was possible and likely
otherwise she'd never try, and one never knows. Dorothy
and her mother were pretty close. Maybe they were
lovers. It could happen. Pam looked unsure as she said,
"Maybe I can't vent this way, but I don't think I need
to. I'm not like that."

"Fine. Now move on to John. You gave Frank eight
minutes. They will all want at least that if you plan
to be nice to each one."

Pam walked on her knees to a position between John's
knees and immediately set about fondling his cock and
balls. With him, she didn't wait so long to get started
on the sucking. With John, she had to take breaks to
lick his cock and balls, pacing the climax, but when
Dorothy announced that he had less than one minute, Pam
got serious and made him cum in fifteen seconds. Again,
she swallowed the entire load and milked dick for the
remainder of his time.

She next moved between Red's legs to face mega dick.
He was a double hand full and a mouth full. She loved
licking his dick, licking, jacking, playing with his
mighty sex organ, and when he had less than a minute,
she had it stuffed in her mouth and was pumping hard.
If she thought the twins were cum gushers, their dad
was a busted fire hydrant. He choked her and made cum
shoot out her nose, still, she stayed with it and
swallowed all she could. Dorothy wiped her face and
neck, then moved her along to Greg.

By now, Pam was a seasoned cock sucker. She took to
sucking Greg's dick right away. Greg received an eight-
minute blow job, and she didn't spill a drop. Joe got
the best blow job because she got into head bobbing
while sucking. Joe got to fuck her in the mouth.
Actually, she fucked her mouth on his dick - same
thing. When she sat back after sucking down Joe's load,
she was full of semen, looking down a row of spent dick
on grinning pricks and wondering how she got that way
when all she wanted to do was cruise the mall and see
who was out and about on a Saturday morning.

This was all so very strange, surreal, bizarre, but
Pam couldn't blame anyone. No one forced anything on
her. The Bagwell Boys did seem to have undergone a
change. They were still seated on their hands and still
hadn't said a word, not one of them. Dorothy assisted
Pam to her feet and checked her face and neck for cum.
She found a little, wiped it off, then hugged Pam,
saying, "I'm so proud of you, Pam. I didn't think you
could suck off all five, but you did, and didn't spill
that much cum. You are quite the little cock sucker.
Your mother thought you would be, knowing how she feels
about abortions, and knowing you'd never leave a guy
with blue balls. She was right."

Pam made a face that Dorothy couldn't see, a face that
said, "What! Mom said I was quite the little cock
sucker! You're shitting me! My mom thinks I suck off my
dates? Do you actually think I suck dicks? Does Frank,
John, Red, Greg, and Joe think I'm a cock sucker? Dumb
question. Of course they do. Of course you do. Of
course you'll tell Mom and confirm what she believes.
She'll tell Dad and the next time we're alone he'll
want his cock sucked. Why shouldn't he. He has a cock.
I'm a cock sucker. Shit, I AM a cock sucker. I do suck
cocks. I'm pretty good, too, suck and swallow. I, Pan
Decker, am a fucking cock sucker...and, I am being
praised for it by my neighbor, my Mom's best friend,
and the wife of one of the cocks I sucked. Cool."

When they parted and stood at arm's length, Pam wore a
smile. Dorothy came in and kissed that smile. Pam
didn't expect that, nor the tongue. Pam got the
impression that Dorothy was bisexual. That was a long
kiss that kept getting longer and more passionate right
in front of the guys until the two were engaged in a
standing lesbian love seen. That kiss gradually turned
Pam into a bisexual before their very eyes. She liked
French kissing with a woman a lot, liked being felt up,
and loved having their pussies ground together. Pam
didn't mind being stripped and didn't mind stripping
Dorothy. They went to the floor naked and got nasty in
reverse.

When it was all over and they were both sweaty and
slimy wet, they rolled apart and looked at the peanut
gallery, still sitting on their hands, only with new
erections. Pam boldly sat back and offered them a wide
beaver as Dorothy toyed with it and said, "That's more
like it, Pam. Don't be bashful around them. Show it
all. Give them something to dream about."

"I don't mind, but isn't this considered prick
teasing?"

"Not if you are willing to offer them relief."

"What, by sucking them?"

"Any way you like, but they can't do it for
themselves. I told them to sit on their hands for as
long as you're here. As you can see, they do mind. As
you can also see, they are dependent on you showing
mercy. You can tease them and make them suffer, or give
them relief in any way you choose. As a sex symbol and
object of worship, you always have that option whether
they are sitting on their hands or not. In the future,
they'll be allowed to take matters into their own hands
to get the relief they need. This time, they must
suffer or depend on your mercy."

"I can do anything?"

"Anything or nothing. If you'd like, you may get
dressed and go."

Pam mulled this information over while getting a
finger slowly fucked in her pussy. Pam settled back
onto her elbows and widened her spread so that all the
guys could clearly see the finger working in her
splayed pussy. This as not as big a deal as it would
have been before the lesbian suckfest they put on, a
very vulgar exhibition which featured Pam's private
parts in every conceivable way. There were times Pam
thought the sole purpose was to show her most intimate
parts in every possible way. By contrast, this was
nothing, just another nasty, uninhibited, slutty thing
to do on a day that she felt slutty, wanted to be
treated slutty, and wanted to be seen as slutty by
males who worshipped uninhibited bisexual sluts.

As she watched a single finger fucking become a double
finger fucking, Pam said, "Can I fuck 'em if I want
to?"

"Sure, they'd love that, but don't you think that's
being a bit too generous?"

"I just wondered if I could."

"I know you're not technically a virgin, but your
mother is sure you have never been screwed. I think
she's right. Are you virgin?"

"I am in that I've never been screwed by a real dick,
but not if dildos count. Mom keeps hers in her night
stand. I figure if she doesn't want me to borrow them,
she'd lock them away."

"She knows you borrow them."

"She does! She said that?"

"Yes, she bought two just with your little pussy in
mind - training dildos."

"Wow, two are like training dildos. I can't believe
she told you, or that she got them for me and never
told me. Dorothy, are you and mom...you know, lovers."

"No, Pam, just good friends who often discuss sexual
matters. We're dancing around the idea of doing more
than talking, but she's not ready to lie down just
yet."

"Figures. I think she will, though. I know she likes
seeing me naked and my pussy seems to fascinate her.
I've seen that look in the locker room at school. She'd
like a lick. I sure wouldn't mind."

"I'll pass that along. I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

"Oh, no, Dorothy, don't do that."

"Why. She has confessed the desire and she is aware
that you know. She feels like a degenerate. I have been
trying to help her get beyond that nonsense. She would
be thrilled and relieved to know how you feel."

"Honestly...she would?"

"Honestly, you mother is dying to suck your cunt. The
least you can do is let your own mother and father into
your fan club."

"My father!"

"I thought that went without saying. You mother
certainly thinks so. Weren't you aware?"

"Yes, but I wasn't aware that she was aware."

"They discuss his problem. He is trying hard not to
fuck you, but you are making that very hard, no pun
intended."

Pam giggled and said, "I sure do. He gets hard
easy....So, Dad has a problem, huh? Well, he just got a
bigger one because I don't want to be any kind of
virgin, and I don't have anything against incest,
male/female or female/female, father/daughter or
mother/daughter or mother/father/daughter. In my book,
incest is best."

"You talk like a slut."

"I feel like a slut, and I'd like to fuck your
husband."

"Be my guest. You two will make a beautiful baby."

"I should be safe. My period ended a few days ago. I
guess I should pull off just to be extra safe."

"You should, but you won't. If you can, you're a
better slut than I am."

"Why, is it hard to pull off?"

"Damn near impossible. Once you start fucking, primal
centers take over and you're mating. That's how nice
girls get pregnant. Pulling off a dick that's getting
ready to spit just isn't in our nature, and there is
nothing like taking a dick raw and riding it through a
climax, feeling it squirt sperm deep in your pussy."

"Wow, that does sound good. That's one thing you don't
get with a dildo. That's really neat, huh?"

"It's the ultimate in fucking. It's what fucking is
all about. Anything less, you're not really fucking,
and the closer you get to the danger zone, the more
exciting it is. If you allow a dick in while you're
ovulating, there is no way that dick will come out
unspent."

"Like I say, I should be fairly safe. I'm willing to
risk it. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Honey, he's all yours. They all are. Fuck 'em all. If
you fuck one, you may as well, can't hurt."

Dorothy helped Pam to her feet, then assisted in
getting Pam straddled over Red's hips. Dorothy held the
dick up as Pam eased down. Pam had a very wet and
relaxed pussy between her legs, so Red's mega dick went
in without too much difficulty, but the last half took
some work. She eventually sat with her pussy lips
mashed to his pubic mat to catch her breath and marvel
at her accomplishment. Her mom didn't have a doldo this
big, and Pam didn't think she had a pussy that big. Red
made one in her that big.

After a few minutes to marvel and adjust, Pam began
fucking herself on the dick, going slow at first,
taking short strokes at first, but soon taking long
strokes in stride. Within ten minutes, she rode him
like a pro and experienced what Dorothy talked about,
the burning desire to make him cum in her pussy. When
he did, she came with him. Her first fuck was
fantastic, so fantastic that she wanted to fuck them
all and did in a variety of ways. She was a limber
bitch with a burning itch.

Before leaving late that afternoon, Pam fucked them
all twice and made lesbian love to Dorothy again. She
left the Bagwell home one fucked-out teeny bopper. Her
mother wondered where she had been since the car never
left the driveway all day. When Pam told her she had
been at the Bagwells all day, her mom put the odd walk
and the disheveled look together with this shocking
news and added it all up to a day-long gang bang at the
Bagwells. Pam could see the awareness dawn, but her
mother didn't pry.

She did go into her bedroom and get on the phone:

"Dorothy, what is going on?"

"Going on?"

"Don't act coy with me, Dorothy. Pam just came home
from all day at your house and she reeks of a woman's
scent. Furthermore, she looks like she has been ridden
by five horny males all day. She can barely walk. I
want an explanation and I want it, now."

"Jenny, you said that when she is ready to be sexually
active you would support that decision. Well, she's
ready and she is bisexual. One more thing, Jenny, I do
not reek. I am very clean and pride myself on vaginal
hygiene. What you smell on your daughter is the natural
female scent, musk if you will, but it does not reek,
smell, or stink."

This made the line go silent at the other end. Dorothy
waited. Jenny finally, in a much more reserved tone,
came on to say, "I see. I apologize. You're right, she
did not reek, it's just that the scent of a woman was
all over her and I am not used to that scent coming
from my daughter."

"Get used to it, because she loves to wallow in pussy.
She loves fucking more, but pussy is a close second."

"Oh god, is she having unprotected sex with all of
those boys?"

"Red, too, and yes. She loves taking a raw cock. She
would never put a rubber on a dick and she can't wait
to ride while ovulating. Face it, Jenny, she's as good
as pregnant. Even if you put her on the pill, there's
no time for it to take effect."

"Dorothy, you are doing this on purpose."

"Am I?"

"You know very well you are."

"Not to change the subject, but Pam is under the
impression that you leave your dildos where she can get
to them because you want to share, and you have two
that she is sure you bought just for her, training
dildos."

"Oh god, no."

"She thinks that is so cool."

"She does?"

"It is, or would be if it were true. I didn't burst
her bubble, and you shouldn't either."

"If she thinks it's cool, I won't."

"She also thinks you are bisexual with a desire for
her."

"Where did she get that idea?"

"From you. You shouldn't stare at a girl's pussy with
desire in your eyes. She knows the look, but she thinks
that is cool, too."

"She does?"

"Incest is cool - father/daughter mother/daughter
father/mother/daughter - incest is best. Be warned. You
and Matt have a sexual predator under your roof, and
she is out to get you both."

"You must have encouraged her."

"I didn't discourage her. You know my feelings on
incest."

"I will not stand for her having sex with her father,
Dorothy."

"I notice you didn't say you would not stand for her
having sex with her mother. You like that idea, don't
you? She's very good, Jenny. She is also very tasty.
That pussy tastes even better than it looks, and we
know how good it looks, don't we? [there ensued a long
pause] Don't be a hypocrite, Jenny. If you enjoy her,
let Matt have some, too. Take her to bed with you.
You'll thrill the piss out of her and make her biggest
fantasy come true."

"That's her biggest fantasy, to join us in bed for a
threesome?"

"Actually, she wants to serve you two as a fucking
assistant, you know, handling the foreplay, guiding the
cock in, holding her father's balls while he fucks you,
then cleaning up all the mess. She used to imagine
doing that with a warm wash cloth. She now sees herself
using her tongue. Let her serve you and up her
allowance. Make that an official chore. That is her
biggest fantasy."

"It it really, Dorothy? Don't lie to me. If Matt goes
along and we do this and I find out you lied or even
exaggerated, I will never speak with you again or allow
Pam to cross the street."

"You gotta let her cross the street or we can't knock
her up, so I won't ever lie or exaggerate, and haven't.
You will let her keep crossing the street, won't you?"

"As long as you deal straight with me, yes, I will not
interfere."

"Good, now let's talk about you. I know you have never
been unfaithful, but after fucking your daughter, Red
couldn't help but wonder what you'd be like. He was
very impressed. He was wondering if you'd consider
being unfaithful long enough for him to try you out. I
figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. Well, are you
interested in ten inches of thick dick or is that too
much for you?"

"I uh...well, no, that wouldn't be too much."

"Then I'll tell him you're interested in spreading
your legs for him. You are interested, aren't you?"

"Well, I...yes."

"Good, we'll get you fucked and we'll let Pam assist."

"Oh no!"

"Relax, she also likes to assist with adultery."

"Oh god."

"I told you, there is no god. Do what feels good
because this is all there is."

"I hope you're right, because I am going to assume
there is no god. If there is, I will never speak to you
again, Dorothy."

"Fair enough, now take your panties off and get your
slut ass over here...and bring that slut daughter of
yours."

"Oh god!"