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                                      Daughter on the Prowl
                                         By: Phil Phantom
                                       HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Sandy didn't care for her new step-mother and liked her less when she caught
the slut cheating on her dad. She walked right in and caught them fucking on
the floor of the living room, totally naked. To say Sandy was shocked and
stunned is a gross understatement, having never seen a naked adult man or
woman, and certainly never seen actual sexual intercourse, but she got a
good look at all three while rooted and mesmerized. The female wanted to
stop and hide, but the male wanted to finish the ride and seemed excited by
being walked in on by a fourteen-year-old cutie, so Sandy observed sexual
intercourse to completion, withdrawal, to include wiping the dick on the
slut.

Ann thought for sure she'd catch hell right after Rob arrived home, but even
after he and Sandy had several moments together, no hell broke loose. No
hell broke loose the next day or the next, though tension and dirty looks
from Sandy were as common as passing each other without saying a word. It
wasn't that Rob didn't know he married a twenty-seven-year-old high school
cheerleader who refused to grow up and move on. He knew she was still easy,
but not in HIS house, not around HIS daughter. Hell would break loose, and
Ann hated it when hell broke loose. She wanted everyone to love everyone and
just party. Lets just party, we'll clean everything up later.

Ann was still a bouncy bubbly, perky-titted, blue-eyed, platinum blonde, but
she also looked like an adult. If you were to cross a sexy teacher with a
popular cheerleader, the result would be Ann. Ann was Ann and most accepted
Ann as Ann. Everyone loved Ann as Ann, but Ann was no kind of Mom
replacement and made a terrible wife. She couldn't do anything a mom could
and did everything a wife shouldn't. Was it any wonder the daughter was less
than satisfied with Ann. To top it off, Sandy hated cheerleaders.

Ann tried to be nice to Sandy right from the start, but there was no winning
that girl over. The task seemed impossible after being discovered in the act
of adultery. Ann didn't think Sandy would ever thaw and then she had to go
and walk in on that scene, then stand there and watch. The situation went
from bad to worse when four days later, Sandy came home sick from school and
found Ann naked with two naked men. They weren't doing anything except being
naked, but it was obvious they had done something and were enjoying a smoke
break with wet genitals.

Three weeks later, Sandy again walked in unexpected. This time, Ann and her
cowboy were in the master bedroom herding in the ovaries, but she neglected
to close the door. Sandy came to investigate the strange sounds and stayed
in the doorway with her arms folded, leaning against the door jam, watching.
Ann eventually saw her watching and went, "Oh fuck, not again." The fuck
went on. Sandy wouldn't budge and was there to step aside to let the nervous
buckeroo out. Ann just laid on the bed with her legs apart, looking up at
the ceiling, waiting to hear whatever it was Sandy had to say.

Sandy stood there for a full minute after the guy left the house, then
simply walked away. That night, no hell broke loose, nor the next, nor the
next. Ann found it all very odd, but they were no longer ignoring each
other. Sandy wasn't friendly, but she wasn't scowling. Occasionally, they
did exchange words with no cutting edge to them. Most importantly, she was
no party pooper.

A week later, Sandy entered through the back door and came upon a very
well-hung black man in Ann's back door, fucking her back door right off the
hinges. Ann was on her knees with her head and chest on the living room
floor, butt sticking up, the man kneeling behind her, gripping her by the
hips, riding her to town at a trot.

Ann wasn't aware that Sandy was watching, but the black was. He gave Sandy a
good view with Ann's face turned away. He motioned her over with a friendly
smile. Sandy came close, knelt, and sat back on her heels not four feet
away, watching the long, ebony cock go all the way in and all the way out,
with the best view ever of Ann's shaved crotch when he came all the way out.
Her knees were far apart and so were her cunt lips as it appeared he fucked
her there first. He could see Sandy's interest in the pussy as well as his
cock and gave her plenty of both by pulling his cock out and fucking around,
highlighting both.

In frustration, Ann cried out, "Tyrone, why do you keep fucking around? It
took me forever to adjust. Now I can take it all and you're fucking around.
Look, if your pissed about having to cum in my ass, I explained all that. I
am no longer on the pill. I can convince Rob that a white baby is his, but
not a black. It's too close to take risks. Come on, baby, fuck my ass. I'll
make it up to you."

"It ain't right all these white boys get to cum in your pussy and I gotta
cum in shit."

"Tyrone, please. Don't be that way. You know damn well it's not prejudice. I
've got it made here. Rob's a good man. He works twelve hours a day, six
days a week. He's generous. He treats me well. For once, I have a good home,
my own place. I can't blow that. He's good to me. He's like a dad to me. He
takes care of me, and his daughter is finally starting to warm to me. Turns
out, she's a really cool kid. She'll never accept me as a mom figure, but we
could end up like sisters or best friends. Come on, Tyrone, I like these
people. I don't want to blow this. Fuck my ass. I'll make it good for you.
Call me a white bitch and slam it to me hard."

Tyrone fit the head of his cock to her ass, smiled to Sandy, then reached
out and ruffed her hair like a buddy with a secret, then took Ann by the
hips and fucked that white bitch hard for ten minutes, his big, black balls
slapping her in the cunt while she frigged her clit, moaning and groaning.
When he came, she came, shot up, threw her head around wildly and spotted
Sandy. After the orgasm, she collapsed and moaned, "Oh fuck, not again."

Tyrone pulled out, went to wash his dick, and came out dressed to find Sandy
still sitting back on her heels looking at Ann's crotch. Ann hadn't budged
and now hid her head in folded arms. Tyrone came over and again ruffed Sandy
's hair, then leaned down and planted a kiss to her head and said, "Ann is
good people. Give her a chance to prove it. She be da best friend you ever
had. Ann give a friend da shirt off her back even if she know you only want
it so you can look at her tits. Don't matter. Friend want it; she got it ta
give; she give it. Ain't nothin' wrong with that. Anybody call Ann a whore,
I bust 'em in the fuckin' mouth and gotta stand in a long mother fuckin'
line to do that."

He gave Ann a friendly smack on the ass and said, "And she's a good piece of
ass for a white bitch." He headed for the door, then stopped at the door to
say, "You da best, baby. I won't fuck dis up. If he good to you, he all
right by me."

With that said, he left. Right after he left, Ann said, "How long have you
been here?"

"Long enough to know I'm a really cool kid."

"Oh fuck, that long?"

"Yeah. Is that not cool?"

Ann fell to her side, then struggled to sit facing Sandy. She curled up and
sat with her legs folded, elbows on her knees, face in her hands, then
dropped her hands and looked to Sandy and said, "I'm sorry, Sandy. I know, I
'm a slut. I'm a shitty step-mom, can't do anything right, ruined your
favorite sweater, and I'm a lousy wife to your father. You have every right
to hate me. I don't know why you haven't told. I have blown it so bad. Why,
Sandy? Why are you staying silent?"

"I'm not sure."

"Can I get more than that? I'm very curious."

"I am, too. Maybe that's it."

"That you're curious? Curious about what?"

"Sex."

"Are you a virgin?"

"Yes."

"Your curiosity is understandable. You have certainly received an education
lately."

"I haven't learned anything I didn't already know, but I got to see it."

"Today you did."

"Does that bother you that I saw so much for so long?"

"It bothers me that what you saw will get back to your father, yes, but
being bothered by you watching...no, not really."

"You mean it doesn't bother you that I see you naked?"

"No."

"Any part of you?"

"No."

"Not even between your legs?"

"No, not even that part."

"Would you show it to me?"

"If you'd like."

Ann unfolded her legs and settled back on her elbows, then presented Sandy
with the widest possible beaver, boldly showing both fucked holes and the
mess leaking from the gaping bottom hole, totally captivating the girl. She
stared for a long moment, then said, "Doesn't it bother you that I'm staring
right at your wide open vagina?"

"Can we call it a pussy? It's just us girls?"

Sandy smiled bashfully and said, "Sure, if you want...well, does it?"

"Let me hear you say it, Sandy. I can see you're not comfortable. Please be
comfortable with me. I'm not your mother, and I don't feel comfortable with
being your step-mom. I'd like to be your friend. I do think you are a really
cool kid. Come on, say the word."

Sandy smiled warmly and said, "Doesn't it bother you that I'm staring right
at your wide open pussy?"

"There, that wasn't so hard, was it? No, Sandy, it doesn't, not one bit. Did
you notice my wide open asshole just below it?"

Sandy giggled, then said, "Yeah, kinda hard not to notice."

"Tyrone can sure fuck-up a white bitch's asshole, can't he?"

Again she giggled, then said, "Boy, I'll say. Didn't that hurt?"

"Having the ass hole itself stretched open doesn't. That feels pretty good,
but you get cramps as the mass goes in. You adjust. Things get moved around
in there and eventually, there's a tube the dick can move in without
cramping. This may sound hard to believe, but even you could handle a man
like Tyrone. It would just take longer to adjust. Tyrone is good about
helping a woman adjust, or a girl, and once you adjust, there's nothing like
a good hard fucking in the ass...excuse my French, but I'm a slut."

Sandy was clearly affected by the harsh French and the sales pitch to serve
as Tyrone's little white bitch, but she said, "You're no slut."

"I most certainly am a slut and you know it. Let's get that straight between
us. Call me a slut. I want you to. You won't hurt my feelings, I promise.
The truth is, I am a slut, and a lot of men around here know that. You've
just seen the tip of the iceberg. True, no one would call me a whore, not
unless they were teasing, and I do accept favors for sex, favor for a favor,
and you can owe me. I keep no records. Owe me forever. I don't care. In the
strictest sense, I am a whore, but people don't see me that way, but they
all call me a slut with a warm smile. I accept what I am. I'd like you to
accept what I am. Call me a slut, Sandy, but do it with a smile."

Sandy smiled and said, "All right...you're a slut, but I don't look down on
you, and I don't think you're a whore in any sense. If anyone calls you a
whore, I'll get in that line. I'd like to be right behind Tyrone. I thought
that was so sweet what he said about you, and I know it's all true. No, I'll
never look down on you, Ann."

"You look down on my cunt."

"Wow, you'll say anything, won't you?"

"Won't you?"

"Well, yeah, I guess I could."

"What do you have between your legs?"

"You mean, what do I call it?"

"Yes, what do you like to call it. What word makes it tingle?"

"Well, I call it a pussy, but the word that makes it tingle is the word you
just used - cunt."

"You're blushing."

"I know. I'm still blushing from when you said it. I have never heard an
adult say that word, and I have never said that to an adult before."

"Yes, but I'm a slut and your friend. You can use any words you like with
me. Why not use the words that make your cunt tingle. What words make your
cunt tingle?"

"Well, cunt, fuck, cock, mother fucker, cock sucker, dick, asshole, prick,
even pussy, but not as good as cunt. I love cunt."

"You love cunt? Are you a lesbian?"

"NO, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, I love the word cunt. You can have
a cunt and be a cunt. I've been called a cunt and that really makes my cunt
tingle."

"Have you ever been called a lesbian?"

"Yeah, girls are always calling each other lesbians, queers, dykes, muff
divers. If you even look down in the showers, someone will accuse you of
wanting to look at her pussy, usually a cheerleader. They're the worst. They
love to humiliate you, then you get teased by everybody. When you're seated,
getting dressed, they'll bend over right in your face. You better look away
quick and act disgusted, and it better be a good act. I know you were a
cheerleader, but at our school, the cheerleaders think they are so hot and
so sexy that everybody wants them, even girls. You don't dare look at a
cheerleader's pussy, and man do they make it hard not to look. That's why it
's so weird to be able to look at a pussy like this without you thinking I'm
queer. All I ever see in the shower is patches of hair and maybe a hint of a
slit. Big deal. You never see beavers, not like this you don't. The
cheerleaders shave their pussy lips, but not the whole thing."

"Have you ever seen one like this?"

Ann reached in with both hands and opened her cunt fully, turning a fucked
and loose pouch of pussy into a long, wide oval that showed all the guts.
Sandy's eyes went as wide as the cunt she stared into. She said in awe,
"Wow, no way! Man, that's what I call a beaver and a half. You can see
everything."

"Here, would you like to look inside a cheerleader's cunt? Check this out."

Ann hooked two fingers in from each side and pulled, opening her hole large
enough that a girl's hand could go in and not get wet. Sandy was awed before
she did that and totally stunned after. Ann said, "Come on. Don't be shy.
Get down here and have a look inside. It won't bite you, and I won't think
you're queer just because you have your head between my legs. I know you're
just curious."

"Well, I guess."

Sandy went to her belly and crawled in close until her face was six inches
from Ann's ass. Ann said, "You can get closer, but watch that asshole. You
might want to keep your mouth sealed. Cum from the ass is nasty stuff."

Sandy scooted closer, and closer, and closer until her eyes were at the
fingers and her lips got wet with her nose fully inside the gaping hole of
the anus. She was so captivated by the interior view of a cheerleader's cunt
that she didn't realize her nose was in a slut's asshole with her lips and
chin were in yucky fuck - nasty stuff. The slut realized it but held back
her smile and said, "Interesting, isn't it?"

When Sandy tried to say, "Yeah, it is," she made bubbles. When she took a
breath through her nose, she got a shock. She came up and wiped her mouth
and nose. Ann said, "I tried to warn you."

"I got engrossed, but that's okay. None got inside my mouth, but I see what
you mean. It is nasty stuff. Sandy lowered herself again though Ann was no
longer opening the hole. She was back to resting on her elbows watching
Sandy study a cunt up close. Ann had her cunt tilted up with Sandy hovering
over the gash on elbows with her palms resting on Ann's inner thighs framing
that which fascinated her. After a moment of study, she said, "Is it okay if
I open up the lips?"

"Sure, do anything you want."

Sandy laid her fingertips along the lips and pulled out, making that oval
again. She studied the clit closely with her nose right over the pussy hole,
breathing through her nose, enjoying the scent of pussy, enjoying it so
much, it became obvious she was sniffing a slut's cunt, so obvious that she
stopped trying to hide that fact and placed her nose in the hole and took a
long, deep whiff. When she came out, she looked sheepishly to Ann and said,
"I'll bet you think I'm queer, now."

"No, I don't, just curious. You should be. That's only natural, especially
in an environment where girls can't feel free to explore each other's cunts
without some idiot calling them a queer or a lesbian. That really sucks."

"You're telling me it sucks. Could you do that where you went to school,
explore each other's cunts?"

"Sure. We all did. Nobody thought anything of it. We all made each other
beavers like this."

"Are you serious, you all did or just cheerleaders?"

"We were all curious, and we cheerleaders loved the attention. We never made
anyone feel bad about looking or touching. With boys it was a different
matter, but we were very good to our girls. You show me yours; I'll show you
mine. I'll lick yours; you lick mine. We cheerleaders had our own favorite
lesbians, and we were especially good to them. They were treated like pets,
even pampered."

"LICKED! You guys licked each other's pussies?"

"Are you saying you have never in your life licked a pussy?"

"No, never."

"Not once?"

"No. Who could I lick that wouldn't call me queer or blab so others could.
Nobody dares lick one."

"That's not natural, Sandy. How would a girl ever know if she's straight,
queer, or bisexual?"

"You don't. Everyone is straight."

"They most certainly are not."

"They're not?"

"Hell no they're not. The normal average is twenty percent straight, ten
percent homosexual, with the rest being bisexual. Only one in five should be
straight."

"No kidding. Has that been proven?"

"In study after study, and that has been my experience out in the world. I'm
bisexual. Most of my female friends are, about seven out of ten. I doubt
that you are homosexual, Sandy, but odds are, you are not straight either.
For one, you are way too cool and way too cute. Total straights are odd
balls and usually homely and plain - Jesus freaks, wall flowers, nun
wannabes, and dog fuckers. They sure don't party. You're probably like me."

"So there's nothing wrong with me if I like pussy?"

"Of course not. Did you think there was?"

"Oh god, what a relief! Yes, Ann, I thought I was queer. I'm not queer at
all. I'm a bisexual. I like dicks, but I like pussy, too. My favorite
fantasy is the football team fucking me while I eat out the cheerleaders."

"That's a party, and you're a party animal just like me."

"Wow! Can I lick your pussy?"

"I was hoping you would."

That was all Sandy needed to hear. Her tongue was all over and in that
pussy. Ann smiled, laid back, and stroked Sandy's head while the girl
discovered the joy of eating pussy for over thirty minutes. She became
pretty good without tutoring. She even made Ann climax when she finally got
around to sucking the clit. After she lapped the girlie cum from the hole,
Ann pulled Sandy up to lie over her body. They were nose to nose and
smiling. Ann kissed Sandy, then looked into her eyes and said, "Thank you so
much, Sandy. You are very good. Don't you ever feel ashamed for what you do
or what you are. You are a lovely person and a really cool kid. I want to
tell you something else. Whenever you feel the urge to lick my pussy, you
don't need my permission. It's yours to lick, sweetheart. I'll lie down for
you or get in any position you like. I'll be a slut for you, too, Sandy, and
I don't mind being treated like a slut. I like being a slut. I love being
used. I enjoy giving pleasure with my body."

"I'll be a slut for you, too, Ann."

"You think you'd like to be a slut, huh?"

"I'd like to be like you."

"Would you like to get fucked by grown men? I know a lot of men who would
love to fuck a cutie like you."

"Yeah, I guess, but I might get pregnant."

"I can get you on the pill."

"Why aren't you on the pill?"

"I wish I was. Your daddy wants more children. He wants to turn me into a
mommy. I think that's a big mistake. They won't have any good sweaters and
they'll likely starve before first grade."

Sandy laughed and then kissed Ann, then looked down on her and said, "Well,
I think you'd make a fantastic mommy. I can show you how to cook and wash a
sweater. You can show me how to be a good slut."

Ann rolled Sandy onto her back, then got on her side beside the girl with
her hand low on Sandy's abdomen. Sandy laid passively, expecting that hand
to venture between her legs, showing nervous excitement as Ann, propped up
on one elbow, looked down on her face. The hand just lightly massaged
between the belly button and the mound, hip bone to hip bone, over the light
dress fabric. Ann was smiling, looking into Sandy's face. For half a minute,
she just looked, then came in to plant several loving kisses before easing
off to say, "You are adorable."

"I'm nervous."

"I know. I won't do anything until you're not, so just relax. There's no
hurry, but I am very eager to make you feel wonderful."

"I am too, but I'm still nervous."

"Then we'll just talk while I lightly run my hand over areas that are okay
for a friendly step-mom to touch."

"Okay. This feels real good, and I'm not that nervous. You can be a real
friendly step-mom."

"How about a lesbian step-mom who is trying to make her straight
step-daughter a lesbian step-daughter?"

Sandy giggled and said, "Okay. Win me over to the dark side, but I know what
you are and I know what you're trying to do. You just want to turn me into
your pussy slave."

"I am a cheerleader. You would make a good pussy pet. If you had been in our
school, we'd have been fighting over you."

"Oh god, would you really?"

"Absolutely. You are the type we forced to become lesbians, then made pussy
pets of and fought over or traded back and forth like property."

"You forced girls to become lesbian pussy slaves! Honest, you did that?"

"Yes, we did, to the really good Freshman girls we did. Some were too good
for boys. When we staked our claim on a girl and put our mark on her, boys
left her alone. They had better or they'd get no cheerleader pussy, ever."

"How did you mark them?"

"With a dog collar that had our name on it dangling on a tag."

"Oh fuck, touch me anywhere!"

Ann lightly trailed her nails up the inside of Sandy's left inner thigh,
saying, "Even between your legs?"

"Especially there."

Crossing over at the crotch and trailing down the other thigh, Ann said,
"You're not ready for that, yet."

"Oh yes I am."

"You can't be. You still have your panties on and I can't see your cunt."

Sandy whipped off her panties and hauled her dress up to her arm pits, then
settled with her legs apart, panting. Ann trailed the fingers up slowly and
trailed over the inflamed slit with puffy lips, making Sandy arch and lift
her ass, but it fell with a disappointed plop when the nails moved on. She
cried, "You're teasing me."

"Am I?"

"Yes. You're evil, an evil lesbian step-mother."

"Yes, but look how I have you. I am evil, but very crafty. You are ready to
cross over to the dark side and be my pussy slave, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm ready. Is this how you got your pets to wear your collar?"

"Exactly. Works every time. Would you put on and wear a collar for your head
cheerleader if she had you like this?"

"Yes, in a second."

"Would you be a good pet and stay away from boys?"

"Yes. I belong to Mary Beth. I'm Mary Beth's property. She can do anything
she wants with me."

Ann smiled, brought her hand up, and put Sandy out of her misery in nothing
flat. Sandy exploded on two fingers, then laid like a rag doll on those two
massaging fingers as Ann came down and delivered a tender kiss to her lips -
mouth lips. When she eased up, she said, "You are a lusty little girl,
Sandy."

"That's a good name for it. God, that was the best cum ever."

"That was nothing. Wait till I use my mouth. You aren't ready for that, yet.
We have to condition you for that."

"Oh fuck. How long does it take?"

"Depends on the girl. I'll know when. Until then, you're on fingers."

"That's okay. I like fingers. I love your fingers. They don't feel anything
like my fingers."

"There is nothing like other fingers, any other fingers."

"I believe that. I do, now."

"Now, we need to talk over a serious matter. You said you were willing to
fuck men. Would you be willing to fuck your father?"

"My father! Why do you ask. He'd never fuck me."

"I think he would. I'm sure he would. I'd stake my life on it."

"Why do you think so? Has he ever said he wanted to?"

"No, but I know your father very well, and I know why he married me, a
bisexual slut."

"Why?"

"So I'd seduce you and get you into bed with us, then make you so horny that
you hop on pop while I hold him down."

"That's crazy. He'd never let me get in bed with you guys, and no way could
you hold him down."

"Your father and I go back many years. I know what he likes, and he likes
one thing, to watch two chicks make out beside him, then turn on him. I can
hold your father down. You could hold him down. We can take turns holding
him down. We can have our way with him. Any two chicks can, but the two
chicks he would most like to be at the mercy of is you and me, his two
favorites, so he marries one, puts them together, and waits - hopes, prays,
and waits."

"Do you really think so?"

"Sandy, I know your father. When I first saw you, I knew what he was up to.
I knew what my mission was. He always brings me whores that look like you.
There's one that if she were eight years younger could be your twin: long
dark hair, big brown eyes, pouty lips, short and sexy. We make a good salt
and pepper set, but not as good as you and I."

"Why doesn't he just come right out and say what he wants?"

"He can't. He is not a child molester, he's a victim. He hires two chicks to
make out for him, then he ends up getting attacked - every damn time. That
floats his boat. I guess he figures you are now old enough to be water, but
he can't place you in the pond. That's my job. I'm the child molester. He
would not raise hell with me if he walked in and found me holding your
cheeks apart for Tyrone. He'd chew my ass and toss Tyrone out, but he'd chew
gently, like, 'Christ, Ann, she's only a fourteen-year-old kid. You can't be
doing shit like that to her.' I'd make my pouty face and go, 'I'm sowy
Daddy. I was a bad girl. I won't do that no more. I pwomise.'"

Sandy giggled and said, "That's a cute pouty face. What doesn't make sense,
if that's how it is, why are you afraid I'll tell?"

"Because he'd be super pissed if he thought I was taking care of me and not
doing anything to take care of him. So far, it looks like I am totally
ignoring his needs and floating my own boat, and he wouldn't want me
floating my own boat in his pond. Shit, I've been trying to molest you, but
you wouldn't get close enough."

"I got close enough today."

"You had your nose up my ass. That's close."

Sandy laughed, then said, "That's too close. Would you believe I have never
had my nose up a sluts ass right after she got it fucked until today?"

"I find that hard to believe. It was like you knew right where it was and
could find it blind folded."

"That's easy. You can sniff out a butt hole, and if you sniff out a pussy
hole, just drop down one. It's a cinch to be a slut's brown noser. Fooling
you into thinking I was an old pro at it was easy."

"I was completely fooled. Now, back to serious business, could you and would
you fuck your father?"

"It'll be kinda weird, but I guess so. The trouble is, I haven't fucked
anybody."

"I can fix that."

"I'll bet, but let's not start with Tyrone."

"He'll be very hurt, Sandy. He really likes you."

"I'll be really hurt if he really fucks me."

"No, you wouldn't. Not if you were loose and he went easy. Tyrone is very
good with cherry girls despite his enormous size. The smart thing about
making Tyrone your first in both holes is you fully get rid of your
cherries. All that come after that are fucking slut asshole and slut pussy.
When you hop on pop, you can use either hole and take him to the root in one
fale swoop - blow his fucking mind."

"I want Tyrone."

"I thought you might. You're a daddy's girl, aren't you?"

"Yes, is he big?"

"He's no Tyrone, but he'll impress the fuck out of your little pussy."

"How big is he?"

"I'd say ten inches as thick as Tyrone. He has a bigger head than Tyrone.
That makes a difference. Your daddy has a cock head like a plum. It would
completely fill your mouth and leave no room for cum, and he cums like a
fucking bull. When he goes off in your mouth, just hang on and keep
swallowing. If you don't, it'll all come shooting out your nose and you'll
look silly."

Sandy laughed hard then said, "Well, I wouldn't want to look silly while I'm
sucking my father's cock. I want to look hungry, and thirsty, and really
cool."

"You got the idea. You're going to get that ball juice and there's not a
fucking thing he can do about it but give it up."

"Oh, Ann, this is so exciting. I can't wait to rape my daddy."

"I'll set it up with Tyrone and get you ready for him - both holes. We'll
make an afternoon of it and let Daddy catch us in the act. At least he'll
know I have stopped fucking around and am hard at work sexually molesting
you with a dick that will prepare you for him."

"Are you sure he won't blow his top? I can't picture him walking in on that
and not blowing his top. I sure don't want it to look like I'm going along
on my own free will. I want it to look like I'm being child molested."

"It will. I'll have you in the position I was in with Tyrone. I'll have your
head clamped between my knees with both arms pinned over your back. Tyrone
will have you by the hips, slamming the pork to the little white bitch. We'
ll have to place some books under your knees to get your fuck holes up where
he needs them. Would that make you comfortable with this scene?"

"Sure, as long as I'm good and adjusted to having the pork slammed to the
little white bitch. He couldn't blame me, but your guys are going to look
pretty bad. What'll you do when he steps in, come flying apart and say she
begged for it?"

"No, in fact, we won't stop until Tyrone gets his nut. There's no reason to
stop. You won't know he's there. He won't need to go into his act until you
are aware of him. Until you do become aware, he'll play helpless in the face
of Tyrone. He's no match for Tyrone, but once you are aware of him being
there and Tyrone is finished, he'll order him out of the house by
threatening to call the cops. He'll probably send me to my room and take his
little girl to the bathroom, maybe wipe her, place her in a warm tub, and
tell his poor baby it'll be alright. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if he
stayed and nursed you back to being good as new, gotta get all that nasty
black sperm out of his little girl."

"Man, wouldn't that be something, my daddy trying to get all the sperm out
of my pussy."

"I was thinking asshole, but we can put it in the pussy if you are willing
to risk getting pregnant by Tyrone. I can't get you on the pill that fast,
and even when you start on them, it takes a couple weeks. I was thinking of
doing this tomorrow. Where are you on your cycle?"

"It's been about two weeks, maybe ten, twelve days. I'm not sure."

"That's bad. That's real bad."

"I'll risk it."

"We're not talking risk at this stage. You're at the point in your fertility
cycle where couples who want a baby make one. There's a slight risk that you
won't."

"Daddy would take care of it."

"Don't count on it. I'm convinced he wants to knock me up for shits and
giggles, and he has brought me pregnant whores. Both of us pregnant might be
the ultimate floating boat for him. You may miss a period and discover that
Daddy is an ardent right to lifer. You'd be fucked."

"Well, if that's what he wants."

"Damn, you are a daddy's girl. Fine, if you'll bear him a bastard, we'll
forget about pills. May as well find out where he stands on abortion,
right?"

"I know where he stands. I'd like to find out if he changes his mind if the
woman who should have the right to choose is his own daughter who he makes
all decisions for until she turns eighteen. That would be interesting."

"In that case, I'm not just a child molester, I'm a child molester out to
knock up his daughter for kicks."

"You're evil."

"Yes, but this complicates things, because we have to become very friendly
at the same time that I am doing my evil deeds."

"That is complicated."

"No, not if I am forcing you to love sex, all sex, making you a slut for
sex. I can get you sex, all kinds. When he walks in on this fist scene, he
mustn't think it's the first. You should look well on your way to being won
over. You're not crying. You just had an orgasm forced on you. When he picks
you up, you're all dreamy-eyed with a look that says, 'God that was great
fucking, the best so far. Wow, does my pussy ever love a big, black cock.'"

Sandy giggled and said, "Yeah, and maybe I won't have to act and he can see
it's no act. Maybe he'll leave the sperm in my pussy and just wipe the
outside. Maybe he'll see it's no use. I'll just get more big, black cock
till I end up pregnant. What's the use in trying to prevent it. May as well
scoop up big-black-cock sperm and stick it back in the little-white-pussy
hole that ain't little no more....Are you trying to make me cum?"

"Try to hold still."

"I can't, not if you do that. Oh god that feels good. How many fingers are
you using?"

"Three."

"Wow, try four."

"No, we'll take this one step at a time. Take three in the cunt and three in
the ass, then we'll move on to four. Are you ready for three up your ass?"

"Yes, one at a time, not all at once."

"Let's see how you do with one. You tell me when you're ready for two. All
set?"

"Yes....God, that feels weird, like pooping in reverse. Feel any poop, yet?"

"Yes, you're full of shit."

Sandy giggled then said, "So I've been told on the abortion issue. I'm a
right to lifer."

"I say again, you're full of shit."

"No one has the right to murder a baby...AHHH...I thought you'd wait till I
was ready."

"I wanted you to know I disagree."

"Oh...that's a good way. I thought you said the stretching was easy."

"It is. Your asshole stretched easy. I didn't say you wouldn't notice."

"No shit."

"There's plenty of shit. Ready for three?"

"I guess, but after three, I'll be in complete agreement with you on
all...Ohhhh...wow...I notice that."

"So will Tyrone. You have a very snug little asshole and nice buttery shit."

"Thank you. I try to stay regular and get lots of fiber."

"Whatever you're doing, it's working. Makes me wish I had a dick."

"Makes me wish you had a dick."

"I do have a dick. Want me to put it on?"

"You mean a strap-on dildo. You have one of those?"

"I have three. What color do you want - pink, red, or blue?"

"They come in blue? Why would they make one in blue?"

"Not the dick, I mean the color you want to be when I shove it up your ass."

"Oh...well, I don't want blue. I'm already pink. Let's go for red."

While getting up, Ann said, "One foot-long dong coming right up."

"FOOT-LONG! That's red? That's Tyrone."

"That is who we are preparing you for. Make up your mind - pink or red."

"I guess red, but I hope you do it like Tyrone does."

"Yes, I'll slam the rubber to the little white bitch."

"Ann, you're making me nervous."

"Relax. I was just teasing. We'll take all the time we need, then I'll slam
the rubber to the little white bitch."

Sandy smiled up as Ann went off to get her medium. Sandy, took her clothes
off and on her own, assumed the chest on the floor butt-fuck position. When
Ann stepped out wearing her dong, she had to pause to take that sight in.
The sight made her smile big. Sandy said, "Do I look like I want it?"

"You look like a little asshole slut, but you look adorable. See, you made
my dick hard."

"I know that's going to kill me. I just know it."

Kneeling behind Sandy and fitting the head to the loosened anus, Ann said,
"If I hurt you, I'll let you whip me with a belt."

After taking the first three inches with no sign of discomfort, Sandy said,
"If you don't hurt me, do I have to let you whip me with a belt?"

Ann gave her another inch, slow and easy while saying, "Seems fair, don't
you think?"

"Yes, I'll let you, and I'll be honest."

Another inch went in as Ann said, "I trust you, and you can bet your sweet
ass I'll be extra careful and go extra slow with that incentive."

"You just want to whip my ass, don't you?"

Ann let her adjust to almost half, saying, "Want to? I'd be awful to want
to, an evil step-mother to want to, but a girl needs discipline and you are
a near perfect child. There is little reason to whip your ass. I need to
look for opportunities and excuses. It's for your own good, and it will hurt
me more than you, sweetheart."

Ann didn't do any moving but Sandy did and had a finger rubbing her clit to
inspire movement. She took two more inches on her own and hurt herself doing
it, but she held in any outward show of pain, except for the look on her
face. After adjusting to what she took, she said, "Bull, you want to, and I'
ll bet you finger your pussy while you're whacking me."

"You're wrong, because your mouth will be in the way."

"You're going to whip me while I eat your pussy?" That got another inch up
her ass, and that brought a muffled groan along with a great face. Didn't
hurt.

Ann found this very amusing, and decided the best way to get that dong up
Sandy's ass was to talk her onto it. She said, "Yes, and those lashes will
come down on your ass cheeks and curl around to pop on the backs of your
legs, but guess where those lashes will land and where the tip will pop if
you don't suck my cunt well?"

"On my poor pussy?"

Sandy was now fucking herself on that dong and nibbling away at the
remaining three inches, making steady progress by fractions because Ann held
her back from making steady progress by inches. She would have hurt herself
and might have remembered ass fucking in a negative light as a result. That
would never do, but keeping her going and keyed up was good. Ann said, "It's
for your own good, Sandy. That may seem cruel, but a girl needs that type of
discipline to keep her in line, keep her in her place, and a step-mother
needs that most of all or she gets no respect. When a girl gets her pussy
popped for not sucking her step-mother's cunt well, she at least learns
respect. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes. That's the only way to get a girl like me to respect a slut
step-mother - the only way."

"Then you'll understand when I find excuses to discipline you, or simply see
that you need discipline and order it. Will you assume the position and
offer an unprotected pussy for me to pop if need be without whining or
pleading."

"Yes, you decide when I need it. You don't need any excuse. I'll get in a
good position without whining and jut my cunt out so you can pop it good,
and I'll keep it there while you pop it and pop it and pop it for no good
reason, even if I'm sucking your cunt as best I can. I'll know you're just
teaching me respect."

Ann smiled down where the ass met the plastic base. The kid had it all and
wanted a free ride, so Ann turned her loose. That kid went riding at a
gallop, going for an orgasm. Ann didn't start slamming rubber until the
orgasm hit, and the resulting orgasm blew to top of Sandy's head off,
spilling brains all over the rug.

[Not really, but it seemed that way.]

Ann had one pooped-out little teeny bopper on her dick, but she looked real
cute, real happy, very content, with one eye looking to Ann as she said,
"That was neat."

"You're an asshole slut."

"Sticks and stones can break my bones but names can never hurt me. If you
want to hurt me, pop my pussy with a belt. By the way, you win. You didn't
hurt me. I hurt me but you didn't. I said I'd be honest."

"I said I'd trust you. I also said I would discipline you as I see fit. I
meant that. You have a whipping coming, and I had best not see any whining."

"You won't. Do you want to do it now?"

"No, I want a break, a cigarette, and a cold beer. You are wearing me out."

"I'm wearing you out! I'm the one with a foot-long dong up my ass and my
brains spilled out all over the rug. By the way, did my face go red."

"Beats me. It was a blur, but you do look a little flushed."

"My cunt sure feels flushed. I have cunt juice running to my knees and
making puddles. I might have pissed myself."

"If you pissed on my floor, you have another ass whipping coming for that."

"I think I did. I'm sure I did. If I didn't, I will as a show of
disrespect."

Ann pulled the dick out of Sandy, took it off, then helped Sandy up and over
to the dining table where they both took seats across a corner. Their chairs
faced each other. Their knees were one inside the other, and Ann had both of
Sandy's hands in hers, looking into her face. This was a serious time, so
Sandy looked serious as Ann said, "You fantasize about that a lot, don't
you - being whipped, enslaved, bound, beaten, tied, humiliated, dominated by
a woman or a girl."

"Yes. Is that bad?"

"No, it's not bad, but that's not me, Sandy. I'll be glad to play those
games with you. I could give your pussy pops, but if you're heavy into this
shit, I can't play the heavy. I could never really hurt you, Sandy. I just
couldn't do that. I already love you too much."

"I'm not heavy into it. In fantasy I am, but I probably wouldn't like it
heavy in reality. I do want to play, though. Make me show respect and
discipline me when I don't. You decide how much and how hard. I don't want
you to do anything you don't want to do."

"Good, I'm glad to hear this isn't a heavy S&M fixation."

"Ann, do you really love me - I mean love love, because I really love love
you - not the kind of love like you use when you sign a letter, I mean real
love and not like lovers in-love. I'm not talking about mushy love."

"You are talking about love as in a powerful affection that goes way beyond
friendship."

"Yes, exactly."

"That was exactly what I meant and why I can't really hurt you or do harm.
It would be like if you had a puppy you adored and I wanted you to hurt it.
You may have a strong desire to please me, but you couldn't do that, could
you?"

"No, and I understand. I just thought you might be into it, too, and get off
on hurting me, not harming, hurting. For a while it sure sounded like it and
that drove me wild. You saw."

"Yes, and I knew what to say to drive you wild. I can play the game, and I
can hurt you. I just can't hurt you heavy or do you any harm. I'll whip your
impudent ass and pop your pussy, and I'll probably get turned on doing it if
you're sucking my cunt. If you want more pops, work my clit. I'll pop the
fuck out of that poor pussy. I'll teach you respect until I cum, then I'll
fuck your impudent face for you."

Smiling big, Sandy said, "Promise."

"Yes, I promise. You have two coming, and you're getting one right after my
break. You'll get the other after your father gets home and he sees how you
sass me. He'll see me drag you off. He'll hear me whip your ass, then I'll
drag your ass back and show it to him - pussy, too, of course - but we'll
get straight once and for all that I don't have to take any shit off of you,
and when I think you need discipline, I will discipline you as I see fit."

"He won't like that and he won't go along with that."

"He will if he sees a shaved pussy and I push your head down between your
knees so he can see your wet face. If he can see I am making progress, he'll
ignore the red marks on your adorable ass and sexy legs. When he sees your
swollen, fire-engine-red pussy, he'll know I'm making good progress."

"Ann, I know my dad. He does not believe in physical discipline. Yes, he
might let you spank me, but if he sees that you took a belt to me,
especially there, I think you'll see a side of my dad you don't know and
never want to see."

"Maybe, but I don't think so and I'm willing to take that risk. He sees the
other approach doesn't work with you. He'll see that this harsh approach
does. Passively allowing me to display you that way will serve as proof. Men
don't like giving up on their dreams, especially if they are sexual and
within their grasp. You'll soon be leaving the nest. He has a window of
opportunity he can't waste. I probably couldn't take an eighteen-year-old in
hand, nor a seventeen, but I can handle a fourteen-year-old quite easily.
Now, he has a new wife who has had enough sass from a brat step-daughter.
She is at the end of her rope with that girl. Either you let me control this
brat, or this marriage is over, buster. That normally wouldn't work with a
man like your dad, but factor in everything else and picture the setting. Do
you think he might be willing to overlook a few dozen red stripes that will
go away in a few hours for a shot at that juicy, young, virgin, Sandy pussy
he's staring at."

"Maybe he will at that. Fire-engine-red, huh? That's a good pussy whipping.
I'm all for that, but if I go to school with a shaved pussy, even shaved
lips, I'll be in a lot of trouble."

"No, you'll just be the first to bravely step forward and admit she is
bisexual. If anybody wants their pussy licked, step up to the mouth, but I
don't lick straight pussy, hypocritical cheerleaders, or dog's asses."

Sandy laughed hard, then said, "I'll do it, but I just won't lick straight
pussy or dog's asses. I don't want to leave the cheerleaders out, and when
puts a butt in my face, my nose is going up her ass and my tongue is going
up her womb. When they call me a queer, I'll wipe my face and say,
'Bisexual. Queers won't beg for a dick. I do.' No, gotta have the
cheerleaders."

"Suit yourself, but don't ever shy away from boldly being what you are, and
you, my dear, are very bisexual. You're also a slut, but the shaved bald
pussy pretty much says that."

"I can't wait. They'll all shit. Come on, let's shave the fucker then whip
it good."

"I'm still on break. You go shave the fucker."

"I thought you'd want to."

"Sweetheart, I have shaved more pussy than the average barber has shaved
faces."

"I wish I could say that."

"You're getting a late start, but you're on the right path. Maybe by the
time you're thirty-three you can say that."

"Okay, you're twenty-seven, so twenty-seven from thirty-three id six. Six
from fourteen is eight. Are you saying you started at the age of eight? You
had hair on your pussy at eight."

"No, but Mom did."

"YOU SHAVED YOUR MOM'S PUSSY!"

"Shaved it, ate it, fucked it, changed her tampons for her, douched her,
wiped her slit after she pissed, masturbated her. Rodney had the shitty
jobs. He had the yard work and trash. My big sister was straight. She had
dishes and bed making, and Mom messed up a lot of made beds, her being a
whore and all."

"Oh fuck. I've been masturbating to all the wrong fantasies."

"Oh, would those chores have been a turn-on for you?"

Sandy's hands converged in her crotch. One going for the clit, the other
seeking a hole as she said, "Fuck yes! Weren't they for you?"

"At the time, they were just good chores, a little messy sometimes. I didn't
care too much for licking her clean after a fuck, especially after an
asshole fuck, but you get used to it. The trick is not to breathe through
the nose."

That did it. Sandy lifted her legs, spread wide and wailed. Ann reached in
with one hand, saying, "Here, let me help you out. Remember, other fingers
are best."

Sandy let go. Ann inserted her two middle fingers and placed the thumb on
the clit. Ten seconds later, she worked a mass of writhing flesh sinking to
the floor. That was where Sandy ended up, dazed with her legs in the air,
wondering where she was. Ann said, "Nope, not ready for the mouth yet."

It took a while for Sandy to get back in her chair and when she did, she
wasn't all there. Ann offered her a swig of beer. Sandy took a swig and made
a disagreeable face, but that did bring her around and made her sit up. Ann
chuckled and took a swig. Sandy said, "You were making that up, weren't
you?"

"Is that what you think?"

"I'll bet you never put no collars on no Freshman girls, either."

"You don't think so, huh?"

"I don't know. I don't want to know. I know at some high school somewhere
they must. I know whores have children and work out of their home. Some
whores are pretty nasty. I suppose if you were raised in that environment,
you wouldn't think much of it. A girl raised that way might grow up to be a
slut but not a whore. A girl raised that way who became a head cheerleader
would lead the rest. At least, the rest would follow her. She'd be there
leader. She'd determine what was cool and what wasn't."

"Do you or don't you believe me?"

"I want to believe you. If it's not true, don't ever tell me, okay."

"Would you want me to swear a solemn oath on our love that from this day
forth, I will never lie or embellish the truth, would you want that from me?
I'll give you that oath, and I will honor that oath. Well?"

Sandy pondered, pondered hard, then said, "No. It would be great knowing you
only and always told me the unvarnished truth, but it's not worth it. If you
lie, you lie so good."

Ann smiled and leaned forward to cup Sandy's face in both hands to say,
"Much of what I have told you is true. Some was embellished truth, but
nothing was a lie, and whether you want it or not, you have my oath on our
love that I will never tell you a out and out lie, and I want that same oath
from you."

Sandy smiled and said, "I give you my oath on our love, I will never tell
you any out and out lie."

"Let's seal our oaths with a kiss."

They sealed it with a French kiss, a long French kiss, one of those on and
on and on throat swabbers. We're talking a five minute gullet lapping soul
kiss, and when it finally did end, Sandy couldn't see straight. Another swig
of beer fixed that, then she went off to shave her snatch while Ann enjoyed
a much-needed cigarette.

When Sandy returned, she sported a clean shave and carried one of her father
's folded belts. Ann expected as much. Sandy said, "Well, you said right
after your break."

"I know. Place it on the table. Turn around and bend low. Step out wide. I
want to see what he'll see. Get your head down at knee level. Feet wider,
about a yard apart."

"I'd never stand with my feet that far apart."

"No, but I'll push them out that far and you'll leave them there."

"Oh, yeah, submissive. I forgot. My ass and legs are all whipped up and my
cunt is swollen and fire-engine red. You're right, I'd leave them
there....well, how do I look?"

"Fucking awesome, Sandy. He's gonna shit. You definitely have a cunt that is
best viewed from the rear."

"So do most cheerleaders."

"You also have a cunt that looks much better with no hair at all."

"I think they all do, but I love the way I look, now. You can sure tell I'm
a girl."

"You can when you bend over. Actually, I don't need to place your feet that
far apart. This is overkill. Pull the right one in about a foot...a little
more...a bit more. Okay, that shows everything. Eighteen inches is all we
need, and that's a natural stance. Remember that distance. When I turn you
to face away, be standing with your feet that far apart. I don't want it to
look like I'm trying to show your cunt. I want this to look like I'm trying
to show your ass and would rather he didn't see your cunt. I won't be seeing
what he's seeing, and don't you look at him. You're too ashamed. Look at his
feet, but have your shiny wet face where he can see it."

"I'm getting so excited about this, Ann. I'm scared, nervous, and excited. I
sure hope this goes well."

"If it doesn't, you have nothing to worry about. Daddy will hold you and
make you feel better. I'm the one that'll get my ass whipped and may be out
of a job and a home. I'm taking this risk."

"I know, but I don't want you getting fired and kicked out."

"Sweetheart, nothing worthwhile comes without risk. Think of the risks he is
taking. If any of this goes wrong, you could go to the police. I could pin
it on him, or at least make him an accessory. You could end up hating him.
Your mother could win custody or you'd want to go live with her. If this
shit ever hit the newspapers, he'd be ruined. We haven't even gotten to the
pregnancy thing. He'll be responsible for getting you pregnant and keeping
you that way. How will you feel about that one, two, three, ten years down
the road when your eyes are wide open if they don't open wide up when he
doesn't immediately suggest an abortion."

"They will be if he knows a big, black cock has been fucking me. If he doesn
't tell me I'm getting an abortion, he is telling me he is keeping me
pregnant. What's more, if he finds out that a black man is fucking me and
doesn't use every means available to stop that from ever happening again, he
is letting you get me pregnant. He knows that I know he could stop it cold
if he wanted to and control you if he wanted to. He can play his silly game,
but he'll know I see through him. I'll see through him tonight if he lets
you get away with this. I'm fucked. What's more, he knows I would never call
in the cops or go to Mom. No risk there. He knows I'll always love him. The
only thing he's risking is my respect."

"That explains a great deal, then. A man can get by without that. When
respect is placed on a scale with sexual satisfaction, respect goes flying
off the scale as satisfaction goes slamming to the table top. He'll feel
like he can always win that back, but he has a window of opportunity for
this bit of sexual satisfaction, and the memories will last him a lifetime.
No, I'm not worried one bit. You're fucked, now get down on your all fours
and get this cunt in your mouth. I'm going to teach you a lesson young lady,
a lesson you'll never forget.

Sandy dove into that cunt in a stance with her knees a yard apart, her back
bowed like a sway-backed, four-legged, asshole slut, with her cunt jutted
out like a catchers mitt ready to receive strike three. Ann picked up the
limber, inch-wide, soft-leather belt, and studied her target like a pitcher
trying to decide how to strike this vertical-lipped mother fucker out. Sandy
offered that pussy up so good, Ann could see it without having to lean
forward and peer over the ass. A snapping pop on that pussy would have to
hurt like hell. Ann never did understand the pain freaks, but she had one
sucking voraciously on her clit. With some reluctance, Ann drew back and
came down on the right ass cheek - no snap, no pop, little enthusiasm for
the task, and the disappointment was telegraphed through the mouth that
seemed to say, "Oh, come on, Pussycat. You can do better than that."

Ann said, "I just need a few practice shots. I'm not going for your cunt
until I learn how to make this belt pop and your pussy sizzle. Just hang on
and keep sucking. That will help motivate me."

Ann tried another and another and another, each getting better, but it took
her over twenty to get a good pop. It was all in the wrist. Gotta snap it
right at the last second. That pop got Sandy's attention though it landed on
the base of the left ass cheek and left an angry red mark about the size of
three fingers. Ann was about to ask if Sandy still wanted that between her
legs, but the mouth on her clit answered that question before it was asked,
so Ann delivered [thwack-POP].

That really got Sandy's attention and shot her upright with her eyes popped
wide open like she saw Jesus in a cheerleader's pussy. She didn't yell, but
her expression was a yell. Ann thought this experiment was over, but Sandy
went back down and got on the clit. Fine [thwack-POP]. This time, Sandy
remained, though her sucking stopped and she groaned. Ann waited until the
sucking resumed, then [thwack-POP]. Ann delivered ten between the legs this
way before going back to popping ass and legs. She got the ass and legs nice
and bright, then delivered ten more between the legs. She made Sandy cry,
but she kept on sucking.

In all, Sandy took three dozen pops between the legs before Ann reached a
climax. That ended it. Ann laid the belt down and watched Sandy lap pussy
before getting her by the head and fucking her face for her. She said she
would and she did. Now they were ready to see how that pose looked after a
discipline session with face fuck and tears.

After Sandy got in position, Ann said, "Fuck, this will break a father's
heart."

Sandy was looking up at her own pussy, now swollen and fire-engine red. She
then looked to Ann and said, "Ann, if he sees it like this, he'll know I'm
under your control. A woman who can do this to a girl, owns her ass. He'll
take one look and know this pussy is in the bag."

"I know, but it will break his heart that it had to come to this to put it
in the bag. He was counting on a seduction into the bed, not a whipping the
bitch into the bed."

"To tell you the truth, this wasn't as much fun as I thought. It takes you
forever to cum."

"I wasn't enjoying myself, either. If I weren't torturing your pussy, I'd
have cum ten minutes ago. You suck great."

Sandy stood up, turned around, and sat gingerly while making faces that
showed it wasn't gingerly enough. Ann said, "Poor baby."

"Poor pussy. So what now?"

"We fall back on plan B. Tomorrow stays the same, but to set it up, we've
had a break-through. Now, you can't do enough for me. You are kissing up
like a man who must get a raise."

"Why, because you can get me sex."

"No, because I can get you raped and pregnant if you don't start treating me
with respect. At least you think that will help. You'll try anything to get
on my good side. You'll give me foot rubs right up to the crotch. You can't
keep your hands off me, and every time you bring me something, I expect a
kiss. I only kiss one way, the French way, which disgusts you, but you let
me stick my tongue in your mouth. I'll grasp you by the jaw. You pucker up
and make faces like I'm pushing a cold, hard, dog turd into your mouth."

Sandy laughed and said, "He's bound to say something after the way we've
been."

"I'm sure he'll get me off in private and want to know what gives. I'll act
innocent and just tell him that you suddenly realized what a great person I
am and I think you have a crush on me. He'll leave it at that, but when he
walks in tomorrow and sees what we're doing to you, everything will make
sense. Tomorrow is when you discover you love big, black cock in your little
white pussy. Daddy will take over from there and we can cue off him from
there on. What do you think of plan B?"

"My pussy loves it."

"Plan B has no leather in it."

"My pussy noticed that."

                                                 * * *

Plan be got off to a great start. Rob arrived home at eight to find Sandy on
her knees, siting back on her heels between Ann's legs, giving Ann a foot
and calf massage. Ann had on a super short and sexy dress and he could see
she had no panties on. From where Sandy sat, she had a head-on view. He set
his briefcase down, then came over to sit on the sofa beside Ann. They look
on his face said, "What the fuck, Ann?" And they kissed hello. She said,
"How was your day at the office, Dear."

Rob watched Sandy's hands glide above the knee to work the muscles of Ann's
thighs, saying, "Not nearly as good as yours, evidently."

"Yes, we're buddies now, aren't we, Sandy?"

Sandy looked to her dad and said, "Yes, me and Ann, I mean Mom, are very
close, now."

Ann said, "Excuse us, Rob. When she calls me Mom, she gets a kiss."

Rob looked on in amazement as Sandy came up to get a cold, hard, dog turd
shoved down her throat. Right after that, he took Ann by the hand and said,
"I need a word with you in private. Something has come up that we need to
discuss. Will you excuse us, Sandy."

"Sure. Would you like me to draw you another bath, Ann - I mean, Mom."

Ann was now standing, so Sandy had to stand to get her dog turd. Sandy came
to Ann; Ann did not come to Sandy. After the disgusting kiss, Ann said, "No,
I've had enough baths for one day, but don't go away. I'll want more
massages." With that, they went off to the master bedroom. The master was
hard as a baseball bat. Ann noticed and took him by the bat, saying, "Hey
batter, you're up."

"Ann, what the fuck is going on?"

"We're getting along. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes, very much, but how did you do it? You weren't getting along
yesterday."

"Yes we were, a lot better than the day before yesterday and the day before
that. I told you she'd come around. She's now calling me Mom. Did you notice
that?"

"I noticed. I also noticed she doesn't like French kissing with her mom."

"She doesn't. I assumed she did. You know I always close my eyes when I
kiss. Was she making faces?"

"Like you were feeding dog turds into her mouth."

"Why that little bit...uh, stinker. You know, Rob, that's to be expected.
She has never kissed a woman on the lips before. Your daughter is totally
straight, but she'll warm to it. You'll see. It just takes getting used to,
that's all."

"I don't think so, Ann. I think forcing lesbian acts on her will have the
opposite effect and end up setting your relationship back just as it was
beginning to thaw."

"Nonsense. Don't you think I know what I'm doing. Can't you see I'm getting
somewhere? How do you think I got where I am."

"Ann, don't tell me you forced her too...too..."

"I didn't force. She wants to do that."

"You're lying. I can tell you're lying. You are a terrible lier."

"So what, she does it, and now she's being nice to me. Sure, she gagged at
first, but she no longer gags or pitches a fuss. Before long, she won't
whine or make faces, she'll just do it. Not long after that, she'll offer to
do it to be nice to me. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes, but..."

"With a totally straight chick, there is no other way except to take a belt
to her. Would you rather I do that?"

"No, of course not, but this is almost as bad, and I can't see this
accomplishing what it is supposed to accomplish, not if she's totally
straight. You can't make a lesbian or even a bisexual."

"I can make a bisexual. I've made dozens of those out of straight chicks,
and just what is it supposed to accomplish, Rob?"

"You know, you and Sandy becoming very close."

"Do you mean very very close?"

"Yes, very very close."

"Do you mean close like me and Karen are close?"

"Well, sure, if Sandy wanted to be that close. I'd have no objection."

"Then leave her to me and stay out of it."

"Well..."

"Not well, either stay out of it or go get me a belt and send her stubborn
ass in here."

"All right. I'll stay out of it, but I still say she'll never end up like
Karen."

"You're right. Karen isn't straight, not at all. I'll have to hold Sandy
back to keep her from going for the cock until she has help. She may not
need help. If that girl ever gets you by the root, you had best lie
perfectly still and let her have it or she'll hurt you. I mean it, Rob, she'
ll dig her claws into your balls and could seriously hurt you."

Rob had his mouth open and his eyes glazed over as he said, "Would she
really?"

"She's a daddy's girl, Rob. She has it bad for her daddy. All day long we
have been discussing your cock. She wants to know everything there is to
know about it."

"She does?"

"Yes, and I told her everything I know. I think I know everything. That girl
is out to get you, Rob. Some how, some way, she'll get you. If I were you, I
take her to bed and put her out of her misery. Would you rather do it that
way?"

"No. I couldn't do that."

"All right, Rob, I'll try to protect you for as long as I can, but sooner or
later, I'll have to let her have some. If you put up a struggle, I'll hurt
you, and you know I can hurt you, don't you?"

"Yes."

"She'll just have to accept that the way to her daddy is through her new
mommy. She understands that and that's why she's being nice to me. I am not
forcing her, Rob, but I did make it quite clear to her that if she wants any
daddy cock, she'll get it through me. That girl will suck a pussy to suck a
dick - at least, your dick. That much I know. I have her kissing my ass and
playing step and fetch it. Leave her to me. Just nod your head, Rob...all
right, now send her in here. We need to talk about kissing."

Rob left in a daze. Sandy entered a minute later wearing a smile. She shut
the door and said, "What did you say to him? He looks like a zombie with a
hardon."

"That could not have gone more perfect, and I just winged it all the way
through."

"Okay, so what flew?"

"You have a bad case of the hot panties for daddy's dick, so bad that you'll
go through a bisexual slut to get to it. By the way, you are totally
straight. You gag when you suck pussy, or you used to."

"Shit, now I'll have to act."

"Your acting is good so far. He didn't doubt that you were straight. You'll
love this. He said, 'She had a look on her face like you were sticking a dog
turd in her mouth.'"

"Wow, I am good, but I was going for cold. So, does this change anything?"

"No, not really, but it moves us along nicely. I say the night after Tyrone,
we hop on pop."

"I'm game."

"Between now and then, you try to go through a bisexual slut to get to his
cock. You are now obsessed with his cock. I told you all about it. It is
more perfect than you ever dreamed. You must have it, and he is convinced
that you must. I told him that if you ever get him by the root, he'd better
lie perfectly still or you'll hurt him, seriously hurt him. I told him I
would protect him, but we would eventually have to let you have some. I said
that girl will dig her claws into your balls if you try to take her daddy
cock away from her. I damn near made him cum in his pants."

"Wow, you damn near made me cum in my...nothing. Fuck, did he really believe
that?"

"A man will believe what he wants to believe, and your father believes that
an aroused female is nothing to trifle with. They can hurt you. Yes, Sandy,
he now thinks you are fully aroused and on the prowl, just looking for a
chance to strike when my back is turned. You'll have to be that way, so I
can't leave you two alone for very long. If I catch you reaching for his
cock, I'll slap your hand. If I see you with his naked cock, I'll slap and
chew your ass. If I catch you trying to mount that poor man, I just may take
a belt to you, young lady."

"That did it. I gotta go for the mount. This bitch is on the prowl."

"So, you didn't get enough leather, huh?"

"I'm still into it, just don't be whipping me between the legs. You are one
sick and sadistic bitch when you get a belt in your hand."

"Yeah, well you're one sick puppy when you get a slut's clit in your mouth.
Turn around. Let me see how well you're healing."

Sandy faced away and bent over. Ann flipped the dress onto her back and
said, "That's not bad at all. You don't looked whipped. You look like you
sat too long in a lawn chair - except for your pussy."

"I don't think my pussy looks bad at all. Now it's just puffy and rosy."

"That does look like you've been trying to make yourself go blind. He needs
to see this plump and juicy pussy so he'll know the effect this is having on
you. I should have never told you about his lollipop cock with the creamy
center. You had this papa fixation under control until I did that."

"Yeah, you fucked up again. First the sweater and now this. Poor Daddy, now
he might lose his balls. He better not move an inch."

"He won't move a fraction of an inch. If you even touch his leg, he'll
freeze and become paralyzed."

"If he does, I'd go for it, Ann. That would give me all the courage I need
to act like a slut for his cock. I know he wants me like that. I'm
convinced, now. I can be that way, easy. Hell, I feel that way. I could go
right out there and squat on his cock, take him to the balls, and ride him
till he came inside my pussy, and fuck did I just get a great idea!"

"Looks like it. Let's hear it."

"Let Daddy have my cherry and knock me up. We don't need Tyrone, and I can
uncherry myself. For that matter, I can knock myself up. Those are two guilt
trips he won't have to carry out of this. For that matter, if I see he wants
me to remain pregnant, I can take up my right to life stance and demand my
right as a woman to give birth. Shit, I could free him of all guilt."

"Sandy, that is beautiful, and so are you to want to do that for your
father. Remember this, though. He wants to be a victim, a totally innocent
victim of female lust. You need to keep your claws sharp and constantly
remind him that his balls are in jeopardy. You need to get him by the balls
and dig those claws in until you can see he gets the message. Do that
constantly and don't be afraid to hurt him. Show him that you are serious
and not to be trifled with. When you need him to assume another position,
you get him by he balls and get him that way."

"Far out. Do I have to hold his balls all the time?"

"No, he knows you can get them whenever you need to. You just do that to
reinforce the threat, and don't overdo it."

"How much is too much?"

"A few good times in the beginning and then just hold his balls for position
changes is all that's necessary. Now, if he makes any moves that could be
interpreted as trying to get away, you get his balls and dig in. He'll do
that when he wants it. You'll see what I mean. He'll only do that when you
can get him by the balls. He'll never try to get away when he's on top of
you and easily could."

"I love this game, Ann, I really love it."

"Just remember, it's not a game to him. He doesn't want a game with whores
he has paid to play a role. He now wants the real thing. He will not want to
think that you and I are playing a game. Your relationship with him must
change for real, and my relationship is one of getting between you and your
victim unless you're willing to take care of me. If you reward me, I'll let
you at him."

"Ann, you must let me at him tonight. I want to fuck him. I wanna fuck his
brains out."

"Prove to me that you can take care of my needs with enthusiasm and I'll go
clubbing tonight and leave him at your mercy."

"But I want you there."

"No you don't. You're straight. You only do me to get him. You want him all
to yourself. Don't worry. There will be plenty of opportunities for
threesomes. This first time should be special. Chances are, you'll be making
an incestuous bastard. That's pretty special."

"That's pretty kinky."

"Yes, and he'll like that."

"All right, if you're sure about this, but I hope he doesn't snap out of it
when it's just me and him."

"He won't unless you snap out of it. Remember the balls, Sandy. Be a real
threat to those balls. Before I leave, you let him know you mean business,
and he's in deep shit if I leave you two alone. Make him sweat, and when you
see me to the door, then kiss me on my way, you shut that door and lock it,
then turn and look like a panther. You could freeze him with a look, and let
him see those claws. Make him piss his pants while you stalk up. Don't run
up like a bitch in heat. You are a big cat, not a pussy. I'm a bigger cat,
but your claws are as sharp as mine, and you are much hungrier. The old
satisfied lioness isn't much of a threat, but that lean, mean, hungry
panther is. That one is not to be taken lightly or trifled with at all. That
one will seriously hurt you."

Sandy smiled like a cat and made a panther-like growl, then giggled and
said, "I can do it. Yeah, I'm a panther. He better not mess with me."

"Keep that attitude, pussycat. From this day forth, keep that attitude. You
are a panther. He wouldn't want you to be anything else."

"I don't think I'll ever want to be anything else. I really feel like a
panther, a panther in heat. God damn does my cunt ever ache. My fucking
cherry is killing me."

Ann laughed and said, "I can see that. Down girl. Let's move into this
panther mode gradually. You weren't a panther when he last saw you, but he's
in there trying to picture the panther in you. I gave him a good mental
image to think about. To kick this off, when we come out of this little
huddle, you've had a royal ass chewing for making nasty faces while we kiss.
There will be no more of that, not if you want that cock. I'm keeping my
eyes open. I had better see passion, you little bitch."

"I'm sorry. I'll try. I really will try hard not to throw up."

"You're going to end up eating pussy with him right beside me, but don't you
dare get intoxicated on the fumes and go ga ga on me like you do. You start
off licking a crack in a rusty bucket of pus and puke. You'll need another
talking to. That won't get you no cock. When we come back, you're licking a
leaky sack of shit. Back we go. You come back and lick a crack on the
bathroom floor. Back we go, and we keep going back until you are licking a
sweet crack with honey in the hole and your favorite candy is way in the
back."

"Finally, no acting."

"And all along the way, I'll be leaving you alone with him. I'll go to the
bathroom, get a beer, make a phone call, get a smoke. Whenever I turn my
back, you go for that cock and you are one pissed panther. That mother
fucker won't fuck a daughter, now you have to suck some nasty slut's cunt to
get you some Daddy dick. Fuck, are you ever pissed."

"And to top it off, I get punished for letting him know how pissed I am."

"Yes, but let's go easy on the punishment and pissed and heavy on the cock
obsession. Let him know you're pissed, but it's the cock you're after. You'
ll get that whether he likes it or not, and somehow, you'll satisfy that
bitch and get her the fuck out of the house. You'll take her shit, but you
won't wait till she's gone."

"Ann, I can't. I'm serious. I gotta get that cock in me and bust this
cherry."

"Do it, but I'll drag you off if I catch you."

"At least give me time to bust it or you'll have a pissed panther on your
hands."

"Wait till I go to the bathroom, then, and go easy. Don't go flip flopping
all over his dick right away. Make it last. Let him savor it and give me a
chance to let it drop that you have a virgin pussy between your legs that is
ovulating. Make this very special. When he does go off in your cunt, he
needs to know he's making a little incestuous bastard in you. Make that
hardon last a few hours. He has good control and likes to drag the sex out,
but he couldn't take flip flopping under these conditions, and don't jack
him too hard when you suck. He couldn't take that, not with your mouth on
his cock."

"Oh god, let's go. I'm ready, Ann, I am so ready."

"You're too ready. I'm sorry to have to do this, but do you see that penguin
in the corner?"

"What penguin [SLAP] OWEE, Why did you slap me? That hurt."

"Yes, but now you don't look ready. You do look like you'll be a better
kisser. Now we're ready."

"I still don't see no stupid penguin."

"Are you sure your roots aren't blonde?"

"If they were, I could get by with a 1.0 grade point average and be a
cheerleader."

They moved into the hall with Ann saying, "Very funny. I'll have you know we
had to maintain a 3.0 to remain on the squad."

"I'm impressed. I'll bet you girls had to suck a lot of cock and cunts to
maintain a 3.0."

Ann jerked Sandy to a halt halfway down the hall, well out of earshot of
Rob. She said, "What you need is a wet face to explain why we took so long.
I think I'll show you what became the coolest thing to do to a Freshman girl
in the halls after I became the head cheerleader. I'll play the head
cheerleader with no panties on, you play the Freshman girl with a dry face.
Ready?"

Sandy nodded. Ann got a grip of hair and forced her to her knees, then
leaned back against the wall and stood in a wide stance with her feet two
feet from the wall and three feet apart. She used both hands to pull Sandy's
head into the beaver, then held it there while she ran her cunt all over
from chin to hairline, ear to ear, even the neck. She then lifted her,
pushed off the wall, and said, "We sucked cocks and cunts to stay out of
trouble for doing shit like that, but we earned our fucking grades."

"Wow, cheerleaders earning a 3.0, was that on a scale of ten?"

Ann swatted Sandy's ass right before they came in sight of Rob who was still
seated on the sofa with a hardon. Before Ann took her seat, she and Sandy
stood facing each other for what appeared to be a rehearsed routine. Rob
could see the hand print on Sandy's slimy wet face as she said, "Mom, can I
get you anything?"

"I'll let you know, but you get a kiss for calling me Mom."

"This kiss was totally different as Sandy entered into a lover's kiss with
Ann standing passive to receive it. This was a passionate kiss with tongue
action that Rob could see, more on Sandy's part than Ann's. The kiss lasted
a full minute with Ann ending it by pushing Sandy away. She then sat at the
edge, more a recline than a sit, and parted her legs more suited for eating
than massaging. Sandy dropped down between those wide legs and began
massaging the innermost inner thigh area while massaging cunt lips with her
thumbs. This was quite a leg massage while staring hungrily at her father's
crotch and getting her thumbs wet. Actually, the entire crotch area was wet,
but her thumbs kept slipping off the lips.

Ann turned Sandy's head away from that manly morsel, saying, "You keep your
mind off that. Pay attention to what you're doing or I'll give you something
to look at. How would you like to massage my legs with your nose up my ass?
How would you like that view?"

"I'll watch what I'm doing. I couldn't do a good job of massaging your sexy
legs in that position - Mom."

"Very good. You've earned another kiss."

Sandy got up on her knees and engaged Ann in yet another passionate kiss,
this time while lying over her. Rob was amazed at the transformation in his
daughter. That lengthy talking to, the slap, or the face fucking she
obviously received certainly established who the boss was. And he remembered
her staring at his hardon with that hungry look. He never saw that look
before, and she seemed upset with him for some reason. He had a good idea
why. Allowing her step-mother to bully and use her that way being at the top
of the list. Still, this was too good to stop.

He watched a three-minute make-out, this time with Ann fondling Sandy's bare
ass. He wanted to lean far forward and look between the legs, but Sandy
would see him and that would really piss her off. She was probably upset
with him for looking at her ass, but he couldn't help himself. He had to
look at that sexy ass, especially with Ann's hands molding the pliant flesh
and pulling the cheeks apart. He could have leaned a little forward and got
a peek at the asshole but dare not do that, either.

Sandy pulled her dress down quickly after being set free. Her face was
read - anger, arousal, shame - he didn't know, but it was red as she looked
at his cock and got her face turned for doing that. Ann said, "I told you to
keep your eyes off that cock, you little slut. You're not getting any. You'
ll stay a virgin until I say you're ready to not be a virgin, and besides,
you're not on the pill yet and you are ovulating, not to mention the fact
that the cock you keep looking at is attached to your father's loins. That
probably makes little difference to you, but it makes a big difference to
him. He won't fuck you, so stop thinking about it. When the time is right
and you're safe to fuck, I can get you fucked. Think about me. Is that
understood?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Mom."

"Good, you've earned another kiss."

This time, as Sandy stood up on her knees, Ann reached down and pulled her
loose dress up to her arm pits before Sandy's body settled over her own.
This time, Rob got a flash of frontal pussy and saw shaved pussy. This time,
Ann turned Sandy's head away from Rob and kept it from turning back. Rob
went for a good look and got one all through the kiss with Sandy's butt
cheeks pulled wide apart. He got a damn good look, was awed by what he saw,
and got caught leaning far forward as Sandy settled back on her heels,
staring daggers at him with a deep red face - very angry, very aroused, very
ashamed - he wasn't sure, but was sure he shouldn't have done that.

Ann said, "Are you pissed that your daddy looked at your pussy?"

Sandy looked hard at him while saying, "No, I'm pissed that he thinks he has
to steal a look at my pussy, like I wouldn't make him a good beaver if he
asked to see one. He should know I'd give him the shirt off my back even if
I knew he only wanted it so he could look at my tits. Yeah, I'm pissed. I'm
real pissed."

"Well, we can't have that, so I'll ask for him. Let's see what you've got.
Show your shit, Sandy."

Sandy stood and whipped the dress off. That left her naked, looking like a
panther with no fur. She kept her claws, though. She climbed onto the sofa,
catlike, and straddled his lap, took his hands and placed them firmly on her
tits, digging the nails in as she did, loving the look on his face, pure
terror and rampant excitement, especially from the message the nails
conveyed. He massaged those hard little titties good.

She then stood, faced about, and straddled his hips in a standing position,
put her cunt right in his face and grabbed him by the balls, saying, "You
wanna see my cunt, Daddy, there's my cunt. Get a good look. Take a whiff.
That's virgin pussy, fertile virgin pussy, but you're too good to fuck a
daughter. We'll see about that. You'll fuck a daughter or I'll have your
dried-out, shriveled-up nuts pinned to my mother fucking headboard, you
stingy prick."

Ann said firmly, "All right, young lady, that is quite enough of that. Get
down. NOW!"

Ann waited until Sandy was standing before her ready to take her medicine
before saying, "Let's get one thing straight right here and now. I am the
queen bitch in this house, and this is my husband. You are the little bitch,
and he is your father. The queen bitch does not approve of incest, but, she
can be swayed, lulled, pacified, satisfied, and persuaded to look the other
way. Am I getting through to you, or do I need to spell it out."

In a completely different tone, a most subservient tone, Sandy said, "No, I
understand you perfectly, and I am willing to completely satisfy you, Mom."
Dropping to her knees, she ran her palms up both inner thighs to the crotch,
saying, "I know exactly what you want, Mom. Aren't I being good to you, now,
Mom?"

"That's better. That's much better. Yes you are. Come get your kisses. You
earned three."

"Where would you like them? I said I'd be very good to you, very good."

Ann looked to Rob and said, "See. Didn't I tell you she'd come around."

"Ann, don't you see, she's only doing this to get at me."

Sandy shouted in a mean voice, "YOU SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH! SIT THERE, AND
DON'T YOU SAY A FUCKING WORD!"

Ann shrugged to Rob, but turned her attention to Sandy and said, "That's
twice, now, you have usurped my authority in this house in the last five
minutes. You and I need another mother daughter talk. Rob, if you will
excuse us."

The girls headed toward the master bedroom, but at the entrance to the hall,
Ann paused to turn back and say, "Oh, and Robby, you'd better remain seated.
I may be going out tonight - all night. She is already upset with you. Don't
make her angry. I don't think you want to see her angry. Your balls look
much better on your than they will as a trophy on her headboard. I can tell.
This one doesn't make idle threats. She'd actually do it. This one is
dangerous, very dangerous. If I were you, I'd be a very good boy and keep my
fucking mouth shut."

He nodded while keeping his fucking mouth tightly shut. The cats moved on,
but once in the bedroom, they were like playful kittens, rolling on a
mattress. Sandy rolled to her back and said, "Oh god, I can't believe I did
that or said those things to my dad."

Ann was up on her side, looking down on Sandy, saying, "Well, I brought you
in here to tell you that you were fan fucking tastic - absolutely perfect."

"Really, was I that good?"

"Sweetheart, your father is in heaven."

"Is he really? Did he really like that?"

"Honey, he loved that. This is real. He knows, or thinks, this is no game.
This is what he wants, Sandy. This is what he has craved all of his life and
he could ask for no better cat-like female than you. You are scary, girl. I
saw a panther, a pissed panther. So did he."

"Oh god, I love this, Ann. I do love this, and the best part is, I get to
make my father's dreams come true. What better gift could I give him."

"None. There is no greater gift, and for gals like us, there is no greater
pleasure than giving."

"I know. I can't wait to give him some pussy."

"Well, I'm going to leave you two alone. You have this situation well in
hand. We don't need to play anymore games, but you do need another wet face
so he'll know you had to satisfy the queen in order to get to him. When you
turn to look back to him, you're not pissed, but you have a look that says,
"Do you see what I had to do to get what you should have been giving me all
along, you fucking stingy bastard."

"Yeah, I don't need to act pissed. I like that. You're right, I can take
over from here. I just have one question. It's about the language. I wasn't
sure if I should use the harsh vulgarity on him, you know, me being his
daughter and being so young. I took a chance. Was that good or bad?"

"Excellent. He loves that shit, and that shit coming out of his innocent
young daughter was as good as a cunt in the face. By the way, that was a
damn good cunt in the face. He saw Jesus emerging from the womb. He sure got
a good whiff of fertile virgin pussy. He wants to cum in that pussy, but he'
ll try to convince you he doesn't, so just make him keep his fucking mouth
shut. You do all the talking, and tell him how he has made your life a
living hell by not sexually molesting you. How he teased you with his big
cock. Fawn all over his magnificent cock. That's your cock, now. Have fun
with your new cock. Mount and dismount ten times. Feed him pussy while you
play with it between mountings. Fuck his dick with your ass. Drag this out,
then use your pussy to suck the sperm out of his balls which are now your
balls whether they dangle between his legs or dangle from your headboard. It
's his choice where they dangle, but make no mistake about it, they are your
balls."

"Ummm, my balls. I like that, now, let's get me slimy gooey, Queen Ann."

"You know where the slime bucket is. Knock yourself out."

Getting into position, Sandy said, "Would you like an orgasm?"

"I'll get mine later, but thanks for the offer."

Sandy got her face, neck, chest, and tits slimy gooey, then saw Ann to the
door and out after kneeling to kiss her pussy good-bye. She then stood,
closed the door, and locked it with a finality, trapping her victim which
she turned slowly to face. He looked frightened but still had a hardon, now
more obvious than ever from all the weepage that left a dollar-bill-size wet
spot in his tan slacks. Sandy studied her prey for a full minute as though
it were a bleeding bunny, making him sweat, then advanced slowly, saying, "I
don't want to hear one word out of you tonight, not one peep. You have
nothing to say and only need to nod or shake your head. Seal your lips
except when you eat my pussy. Is that understood?"

He nodded.

Sandy arrived and stood with her feet outside his feet, hands on her hips,
saying, "Do you see what I have to do to get what you should have been
giving me all along? Do you? [He nodded] Do you see where my tits were, what
I had to do to that slut to get them this way? Do you? [He nodded] Do you
see where my fucking face was? Have you any idea how difficult that is for a
straight chick? How degrading, how humiliating, how utterly fucking
disgusting that is? [He shook his head] Of course you don't. How could you?
You're a man. You love pussy, all pussy, all pussy except daughter pussy.
No, you'll have nothing to do with this type of pussy. LOOK AT IT! Does this
pussy disgust you, Daddy?"

He shook his head while staring at the jutted pussy that she pulled open
with fingers to reveal the daughter hole and daughter clit. She said, "I
think you're lying. I think this pussy must disgust you. This pussy has
shared a roof with you for fourteen years. Not once did you try to look at
it, touch it, or put anything in it, especially what it wanted most, your
cock. This pussy ached for your cock, but did my suffering bother you? Fuck
no. Let the slut suffer. Let her fuck herself blind. Had yourself a good
laugh, didn't you?"

He shook his head most emphatically while lifting arms palm up, conveying in
those simple actions and a facial expression that spoke volumes: Sandy, I
swear to you. I had no idea you were suffering. I would never have laughed
at your suffering. I adore you, Sandy. I never got a clue, not a hint.
Nothing on you disgusts me, nothing.

While he said all that without saying shit, she climbed up and straddled his
waist, sat, and began undoing his tie while saying, "Your ass is now mine,
Daddy dear. I know you could push me off, and you could keep me away, but we
both know you have to sleep. Ann was right, you know. I am dangerous. I have
been teased enough. Go ahead. Use your superior strength to thwart me, just
don't ever go to sleep after you do. You'll wake up and see me holding two
things - a bloody knife and a sack of balls. Come on Mr. Big Strong Man.
Wanna push me off? Go ahead, ninety pounds, no sweat, little push. You could
push me onto the floor with your pinky finger, but you don't you have the
balls, do you?"

He shook his head most emphatically, like he knew if he did have the balls,
he wouldn't have the balls for very long. She would. Sandy had his tie off
and lifted her weight to untuck his shirt, then gripped both halves in the
middle, looked him in the eyes, and said, "I'm going to rape you because you
don't have the balls to stop me, and if you stop me, you won't have balls,
period. You'll fuck daughter pussy or you'll fuck no pussy at all. [RIP,
buttons flying, shirt wide, chest bare]

Sandy laid against his chest and began licking, licking and purring while he
laid in a slump and watched in amazement. She lapped like a cat, a big cat
with her claws digging into the flesh at both sides. She licked his chest,
his nipples, his neck, his face, and did her panther growl by his ear making
him stiffen. She licked his mouth, then got his tit in claws and was able to
lick inside his mouth, not French kissing, licking as though saliva were
warm blood.

She then got up on stiff arms with tits in her claws, looked down on him and
said, "Oh, yes, Daddy dear, you will fuck a daughter. You'll do worse than
that. This daughter has a fertile egg in her pussy. You're going to make an
incestuous bastard in your daughter. What's more, I will hand you your
crying bastard, and that bastard will call you Daddy. That is only the
beginning. I will fill your home with incestuous bastards who call you
Daddy. I'll be the mommy and you'll be the daddy. Sorry, but I'm not going
anywhere. Ann will be our Queen. Yes, I'll take good care of the queen. She'
ll think I'm a starving lesbian in love with her slut ass if it'll keep you
playing daddy. She'd like to get back on the pill and let me bear all the
little rug rats. That's fine with me so long as they're yours. You can
speak, now. I'd like to hear what you have to say."

"Sandy, I am so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know. I
never meant to torment you. I adore you, Sandy. I flat out adore you,
everything about you, every inch of you. Nothing on you disgusts me. You are
precious from head to toe, but we can't make children together. It wouldn't
be right. I know you can force me to, and you can force me to live with you
as husband and wife. You could force me to make mad passionate love to you,
but think about how wrong that would be."

"I can only think about how right that would feel and how right that would
be if I am bearing you children."

"True, Sandy, but must you bear the children we conceive?"

"Yes. You know how I feel about that."

"Yes, I suppose so. I won't fight you, Sandy. You have been tormented
enough, and I can't risk losing my balls. I won't risk losing my balls. I
think you actually would do that, wouldn't you?"

"Try me and see."

"No, I won't do that. I'll be a good boy, Sandy."

"I've heard enough, now shut your fucking mouth and let me rape you. Try to
stop me, and I'll hurt you. Is that understood?" [He nodded]

Sandy got down on the floor between his legs and went for the buckle of his
belt. He brought his hands in, probably to assist, but the action could have
been interpreted as defensive and brought a loud, "PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS
DOWN!" They slapped cushions in a hurry. She unfastened the belt, unhooked
his slacks, pulled the zipper down, and said, "Now lift your ass!" He
lifted.

Sandy dragged slacks and boxer shorts down past his knees and worked them
off, then took off his shoes and socks, rendering him as naked as she was,
but he had a throbbing erection poking out of his crotch. She went right for
it, got both hands on it, and loved all over it with lips, tongue, and face.
One would think she were a pussycat and his organ were covered in rich
cream. He watched in amazement, then watched in awe as she took his whole
cockhead into her mouth and purred with his balls in her claws. She gave
them a painful squeeze which got his attention. She then relaxed her grip
and his ass settled - message received.

Sandy sucked and played with his cock and balls for fifteen minutes, then
got up and straddled his hips. She squatted while using her hand to align
the head of his dick with the hole it was supposed to go in. Getting him in
wasn't easy, but once in, getting more in wasn't as difficult or as painful
as she thought. He just watched her squat-bounce all the way down to his
balls. Took about five minutes. Where she lost her cherry in that process
was a mystery to him and to her. She thought she had one, should have had
one, and wondered if Ann hadn't put a tear in it when she was preparing the
pussy for Tyrone. That was quite possible. The main thing was, she had all
of her daddy's big dick inside her body, liked it there, and decided to rest
with it there.

She just sat, looked at him, and said, "That was easier than I thought it
would be. I know you must be thinking I'm not really cherry, but you're
wrong. I think Ann broke it. This is my first dick. This will be my first
load of sperm, and I am ovulating. Any comment? You may speak."

"Only one. This is the best pussy I've ever had my dick in."

"Daughter pussy isn't bad, is it?"

"Not bad at all."

"Do you feel like a child molester?"

"Not at all. This is none of my doing. I am no child molester, Sandy. That
is the only reason I never made a move on you. The only reason. Don't you
think I didn't lust for you or want you. You have no idea how much I wanted
to fuck you. I've wanted to fuck you since you were seven. For the last few
years, that's all I ever think about. I have fucked you every way there is,
even bound and gagged. I have raped you in my mind countless times."

"Did you ever cum in my fertile pussy?"

"Oh god yes. I always cum in your pussy. Sometimes, I'll stick a cucumber up
your twat and tape your legs together, tie your hands behind your back, and
make you sleep with my wad in you. In my dreams, I am quite the child
molester."

"Will you have any trouble cumming inside my pussy for real?"

"No, no trouble at all. Again, this is none of my doing. If you induce an
orgasm while I have my dick deep inside your pussy, I'll flood you with my
seed with a clear conscience. To be perfectly honest, I'm looking forward to
it. I'll enjoy pumping my cum in your pussy, and knowing you have an egg in
there only makes it that much better. I'm not getting you pregnant. You are
getting yourself pregnant."

"Well, good, then you won't be fighting me. I know I can keep your dick
hard, but I wasn't sure I could force a man to cum. I was afraid I'd have to
hurt you, but that would make your dick go down, kinda makes things
difficult for a girl to get knocked up in a rape situation. Know what I
mean?"

"I know exactly what you mean, and I must try to stave off orgasm, but to be
perfectly honest again, you could make me cum."

"How?"

"I can't tell you that."

She reached back, got him by the balls and changed his mind. He blurted out,
"Okay, okay...ride me hard from tip to groin while calling me filthy names
and using vulgarity. That'll make me cum against my will."

She relaxed her grip and smiled her feline smile, then said, "There, that
wasn't so hard was it?"

"It was, but now your problem is solved. I am completely at your mercy, now.
You can force me to sire all the kids you want."

"Yes, but how many do I want? Six would be nice, but maybe twelve would be
twice as nice. You can afford twelve. Yes, cheaper by the dozen. A dozen
little bastards calling you Daddy and me, Mommy. I wonder what they'd call
Ann. Probably Aunty Ann. She wouldn't want to be called Queen Ann or other
mom, or head mom, or Mom's lover. Maybe just Ann. How do you see her role?"

"She's the queen, but you're right, she wouldn't like that. Ann is Ann. I
see her coming and going as she pleases, leaving us to live as husband and
wife. Of course, she'd sleep with us when it suited her and there she'd be
queen. We would both serve the queen, but out of bed, out with the family,
she'd just be Ann, fun lovable Ann, free to come and go as she pleases
without a care in the world because her every need is taken care of."

"We'll treat her good, won't we?"

"Yes, we'll treat her very good. I always have. Ann has been very good to
me. I owe her more than I could ever repay. Ann will never want for
anything."

Sandy smiled and came down to give her father a kiss, a lover's kiss, a real
good kiss, then came up and said, "Sorry I have to do this to you, but I've
got you now and I'm never turning loose. I own your cock. I own your balls,
and now, I want the juice. [the ride began] Give it to me you stingy prick.
Cum in my hungry cunt, you bastard! Cream my mother fucking womb for me.
Pump your daughter full of cum, you pussy-teasing asshole. Send your boys in
to rape my egg. Spread her egg legs apart and rape the shit out of her. Fuck
me, Daddy, fuck me!"

Pop goes the weasel. Sandy rode a geyser. Cum went everywhere, some came
shooting out her nose. Just kidding, but she thought it would.

Was this the start of a good three-way marriage between a sexy daughter, a
fun-loving bisexual slut, and a guy like Robby? What kind of stupid question
is that? Do I have to say, "And they lived happily ever after before you can
put this aside and go to sleep wearing a smile?" Well, fuck you. Ann had
AIDS.

Just kidding. They lived happily ever after. Sorry I flared.

                                              The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
other minors. PP

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