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From: "Phil Phantom" <PP@PhilPhantom.Com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Renonians
Date: Thu, 23 Nov 2000 23:10:04 -0500
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   The Renonians

   By: Phil Phantom

   HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

   Linda accepted the slumber party invitation though she was two years
past the prime slumber party age, fourteen being a good time to stop that
nonsense.  Sixteen was a time for real dating.  The trouble was, she was
new to Reno, Nevada, didn't know anybody, and a young neighbor's slumber
party invitation for a Friday night was her only offer.  Though Linda
changed her mind five times and was now two hours late, she finally came
prepared to do some slumbering with a bunch of silly freshmen girls.

   Linda walked three houses down in her nightie with a robe on over it,
feeling dumb, plodding along in tattered bunny slippers that didn't help
her feel any less dumb.  She wondered what sort of dumbness this dumb night
held, thinking back to a few from her past that got quite dumb. 
Half-dressed girls in groups could get so damn silly and get themselves so
damn horny.  All it took was one rather queer one like Becky to turn
attention away from pricks to pussy, stares to dares, and before you know
it, girls who wouldn't dream of licking one would lick them all on a dare
or to be not square.

   Linda had one slumber party go that way and didn't look forward to
another, but Becky looked the type.  Linda knew the look, and a sexy
nightie slumber party was another tip-off.  The word sexy was a tip-off. 
Linda was sorely tempted to turn around and plod home but wasn't sure what
was worse, a gang of giggling girls or a pair fighting parents.  The move
to Reno Nevada was a major fuck-up all the way around.  Linda took her
chances with the girls, rang the doorbell and waited like a dumb bunny.

   A smiling near-naked man wearing one sock, a pair of panties, and panty
hose tied around his neck like a scarf answered the door, invited her in,
and offered to take her wrap, then took it, leaving Linda in a shortie
nightie with five other adults looking her over from the dining table where
a card game was in progress - strip poker by the looks of things.  John,
Becky's strangely-dressed father, led Linda over to the group and made
introductions.

   Linda felt naked until she met Becky's mom, Jill, and close friends,
Pete and Donna, Darlene and Frank.  None were dressed any more or any
better than John.  This was dress poker, a game where you wore what you
could win and starts with all nude players.  Linda soon realized that she
interrupted a game in the early stages, and John was the most presentable
to answer the door.  He led her around the round table to meet each player
and see for herself just how poorly each was doing.  She also saw how happy
the guys were to meet her.  Pete was as happy as a stallion.  Linda never
saw a man so happy.  Linda didn't know they got that happy.

   They all made a big fuss over what a lovely, sexy, gorgeous girl Linda
was.  They didn't just look, they touched, stroked legs, patted butt, and
asked what size bra she wore when she wore one.  They all made guesses, but
John got it right.  Then again, he cupped the breasts by reaching under the
nightie to make a living bra of his hands, exposing her panties while
thumbing her nipples before offering his guess - 34-C's'.

   Linda never met any adults like Nevada adults.  Even the women liked
sixteen-year-old girls in panties with lovely breasts.  Even after Linda
told John that he guessed right, he still held the excited titties while
pressing his erection into her ass to make her pussy jut out, which
inspired Donna to pull the panties out to peer in and see if the little
doll was a natural blonde.  Since she was, they all wanted to see, so Donna
pulled the panties down to mid thigh.  They all agreed, she had a very
lovely pussy - tits, too.  John said the ass was superb - sweet and very
fuckable.

   Linda never ever met adults like Nevada adults, but they finally let her
go unfucked.  Jill led her to Becky's bedroom to meet the kids, Linda being
the last to arrive.  Busty Jill wore men's boxer shorts and that was all.
On the way, with her arm around Linda's waist, holding her tight and
feeling a tit, Jill said, "They'll be so thrilled you could make it. 
That's all we've heard - Linda this, Linda that.  Wait'll you guys see
Linda.  You were well worth the wait, sweetheart, and they are going to be
thrilled when they see you.  You are exactly what their little party needs,
but if they get to be too much, you can always join our party."

   When they reached the door, Jill held Linda, looked her over one more
time, then said, "You are absolutely gorgeous.  I could eat you alive."

   She then proved it be sending a tongue down Linda's throat.  Having
never been kissed that way by an adult, Linda didn't quite know how to take
a kiss like that from a mother like that, or what to do with her hands, but
she knew she liked Nevada adults - male and female.

   Linda expected a room full of giggling girls, but she entered a room
full of leering boys stroking erections and Becky without a stitch on,
inspiring erections by showing off a shaved bald beaver.  There stood eight
teenage boys all older than Becky, and three were older than Linda.  They
were all happy to see her, like a street gang in need of a slut.  Linda
wanted to strangle that little lesbian bitch.

   Then again, there was date potential in that group and only one lovely,
hairless, clean-looking pussy to lick.  Being warmed up by frisky adults
didn't hurt the cause.  When Jill left her with that horny, girl-hungry
mob, Linda wasn't all that pissed.  Nevada was looking up, and odds were,
they wouldn't be staying in Reno much longer.  The way things were going,
they'd be back in San Diego before school started, having blown the summer
chasing illusive opportunity.  A Nevada reputation didn't mean much, so
Linda took a seat on the bed and was glad they could see through her top
and liked what they saw.  Next to Becky, she felt over-dressed.  Next to
Becky, she'd be over-dressed if all she wore was natural blonde pubic hair.

   They talked for a while.  They were born and bred Renonians, swinging
Renonians, living the good life.  They all knew each other quite well, from
birth most of them, and they all knew that Becky was into babes.  They all
had that in common, and they all agreed that Linda was a babe.  Most of
those kids belonged to the three couples.  Two were brothers of Becky. 
Three were the sons of Donna and Pete.  Two were the sons of Darlene and
Frank, but not one knew who their real daddy was - proud Renonians, the
bastard offspring of whores and tourists.

   One proud bastard, Cliff, was a best buddy of Becky's big brother, Eddy.
They were the two seniors that Linda took an immediate liking to.  Their
cocks were certainly senior - pony dicks.  The rest were okay except for
one freshman brat, Donna's youngest bastard, Dick, who also wanted to know
if she was a natural blonde.

   Linda felt like telling him to go ask his mother, or flipping him off
and telling him to fuck off, but she didn't want to get off on the wrong
foot with two seniors who were just as curious.  She ended up showing just
enough pubic hair to prove her naturalness, but that wasn't enough for the
little bastard.  He wanted to see it all.  He demanded she show her whole
cunt, the cunt hole, even the asshole.  Linda flipped the little asshole
off.  He flipped her off.  Eddy thumped the little bastard on the head.  A
hard thump from Eddy made him go tell.  Eddy apologized to Linda.  Linda
took a greater liking to Eddy.  Compared to the other nasty bastards, Eddy
was a true gentleman with a lovely cock.

   John brought Dick back and warned Eddy about his thumping.  Eddy
defended the thump.  John heard a different story than Dick related, so he
took Dick back out.  Pete brought him back and made him apologize to Linda,
but that was worse than the things Dick said, for Pete said, "You kneel and
kiss her pussy, and tell her you're sorry for acting like a jerk."

   Pete, the hungest of the hung, the equal of two seniors combined, fully
naked and fully erect, then looked to the astonished Linda and said, "Just
part your legs and let him kiss the crotch of your panties.  I want to
shame him, not you, sweetheart."

   That wasn't the way things were done in San Diego, but Linda now knew
that Renonians play by a whole different set of rules and standards.  For
all she knew, crotch kissing was standard fare and practiced in the public
schools as a good way to shame bad boys, but this came across like a dare,
and everyone wanted to see her take that dare.  They were all gathered at
her legs staring at her clenched thighs, stroking cocks, dicks, or peters.
Linda gulped as she debated, then figured she may as well.  The evening
held all the promise of getting much worse unless she left, and she lost
all desire to leave after strung-like-a-bow Eddy came to her rescue.

   She looked to Eddy to see what he wanted.  His warm smile wanted to see
a beaver, so she settled back onto her elbows and allowed Becky to push the
nightie up.  Linda then lifted her feet and parted her legs to expose the
wet crotch of her panties to the grinning brat who went to his knees and
made the parting extreme by pressing his palms to the inner thighs.

   Linda had no intention of offering a spread that vulgar, but they were
all checking it out and liking what they were seeing.  Linda fought the
urge to resist.  She forced herself to relax and go with a vulgar display
until she freely offered them a vulgar pose and needed no assistance.  Dick
was in no hurry, enjoying the view and what he got her to do, which was
freely offer the widest possible beaver she could hold.  To prove it, he
stopped pressing and began stroking her cunt lips through the stretched and
transparent panties.

   Linda felt vulgar letting him do that in that pose, but nobody was
rushing him.  She kept looking to Eddy and to Eddy's weeping cock to draw
encouragement.  She didn't want to be the one to tell Dick to get on with
it.  That was Pete's place, but Pete was enjoying the spread and stroking
his horse cock.  The longer she held that pose, the more liberties Dick
took.  Linda knew he'd slip those maddening fingers in under the panties,
but when he did, she welcomed them inwardly but made a disapproving face
outwardly.

   The face made Pete thump his boy and say, "Get on with it.  I said kiss
it, not play with it."

   Dick said, "I'm just making her cunt good and wet.  I thought you wanted
to shame me.  I'm making a nasty cunt I'd be ashamed to have to kiss. 
She's working with me, so don't rush me, rush her.  Tell her to quit
fucking around and get her cunt good and sloppy."

   The little fucker was an expert with his hands, masturbating Linda
better than Linda could masturbate Linda.  She was working with him after
that speech.  Nobody needed to rush her.  They could see she was trying her
hardest.  He could move the clitty hand in a blur while moving four pursed
fingers in the hole at an angle Linda couldn't accomplish.  The result was
an orgasm that snuck up fast, came on strong, and put her back flat on the
mattress where Becky fully opened the nightie to fully expose the heaving
perky-nippled breasts that several boys ejaculated on.

   The kiss to the crotch came while Linda was getting her wits about her,
ready to get back up on her elbows.  The hard, pressing, grinding face sent
her right back down.  The little fucker was good with everything and could
chew a clit through panties just right.  Second orgasms always did come
easier, but this was ridiculous.  Linda had never been that easy, and never
for a little brat.

   Now in a complete rag-doll slump, her panties came off easy.  Rolled
this way then that, her nightie came off easy.  Sloppier and slimier than
she had ever been in her life, loose as a goose from Dick's expert fist
fuck, Pete's cock went in easy.  The first half did.  The rest hurt and
opened up new frontiers.  Pete added a few more inches of usable pussy by
steady and relentless stretching.  Pete made a home for himself, then
deposited a copious load of little Petes without asking her if she would
mind bearing him a child.

   At the time, Linda didn't mind in the least, but after he pulled out,
she minded a great deal, partly because she counted back the days to her
last period and realized that Pete could not have come at a worse time or
in a worse place with so much of his best.  Sperm count was not that man's
problem.  Paternity suits probably were.

   Linda now had a problem to take back to San Diego.  With parents opposed
to abortion, a big problem.  They had no problem with a sexually active
teen who acted sexually responsible.  Linda had always been from the day
she said, "Mom, Dad, now that I'm sixteen and going steady, I want to go
all the way with Jeffrey - tonight.  I'd like your blessing and three or
four of the lubed and ribbed condoms in fiesta colors."

   They let her pick which fiesta colors.  Their faith and trust in her
came without question or reservation.  Linda was a bright girl with a
bright future and a good head on her responsible shoulders.  Their bright
daughter would never do what she just did, then stare at it while another
guy added insult to injury.  Eddy went next, then Cliff, then Joey, Frank,
Tom, Bill, Larry, Toby, then last but not least, Dick right up the ass.

   Linda pulled her first choo choo train, and pulled it with a shaved
lesbian sitting on her face.  Where they put their cum was of little
concern after Pete.  After Pete, it was cum one, cum all.  After Pete,
Linda indulged herself and savored the unique sensation of letting guys cum
in her over-protected pussy, for Linda not only used condoms, she used
rhythm, too.  The one time she didn't use condoms, she didn't use rhythm
either, and the timing could not have been worse.  How ironic.

   After Pete, Linda made a conscious decision to go hog wild and be a slut
for one night.  The little party and the big party merged into one big
party centered on a slut with a voracious appetite for getting sperm in her
pussy, making out with chicks, sucking cock and eating pussy.  She stayed
up all night and half the next day, then decided to make a full weekend of
it, obtained parental permission to be extra dumb and do it up right.

   Carl and Joann Griffin had no idea they were granting such permission,
but when Linda came trudging home on Sunday evening wearing only the bath
robe and bunny slippers, looking fucked out of her mind, they looked to
each other and thought, "How could this move to Reno get any worse?"

   Linda dropped the robe and showed them.  She was clean, but they were
seeing shaved bald party pussy, so raw and inflamed she looked like a
breeding mare in season right at the end of a busy breeding season.  The
gold rings in her nipples and clit didn't help her look any more
responsible.

   Joann had to sit.  Fortunately a chair was nearby.  She sank into it,
stared, and said, "Linda, how could you?"

   Her father said, "Damn, girl, did you lose a bet or win three gold
rings?"

   Linda looked from astonished mother to amazed father and said, "No, just
my blonde head.  I got stupid.  I had a blast being stupid, but I feel dumb
now.  I'm sorry, but I was not prepared for what I walked into.  I have
never been to a swinger's slumber party with three men, three women, eight
studly boys, and a very cute young lesbian.  What can I say.  I am as
blonde as they come.  I'd have trouble proving it right now, but actions
speak louder than pubic hair.  I walked over there while ovulating.  You
can bet I'm not ovulating, now.  Do what you want with me, because I am too
stupid to live."

   Carl and Joann thought about all she said and what she had had to deal
with.  Joann was first to relate, get up, come to Linda, and give her a hug
while saying, "Sweetheart, you are not too stupid to live.  I should have
told you how stupid we can get.  We are only smart when it is one on one.
When we go up against any determined group, all bets are off.  I also
failed to mention that we have a weakness and a fondness for cute lesbians.
I'm sorry, but I was too embarrassed, and I wasn't sure I passed on the
gene.  I never had to face a group like you just faced.  I feel lucky to
get you back.  Welcome home, sweetheart."

   Linda began crying in a hug that her father joined to make it a group
hug.  He hugged from the rear.  His hard cock pressed into her rear.  He
hugged the way John estimated breast size.  He said, "This is all my fault,
Linda.  This never would have happened had I not brought you here.  You are
pregnant because of me.  I might just as well have done the dirty deed
myself."

   He almost was.  Joann noticed and never saw her husband act that way
with Linda.  He was grinding against her ass and not being too subtle about
it.  He was right, too, this was his fault.  If this was what it took to
get him to admit it, Joann wasn't about to make him stop.  In fact, Joann
wanted him to make a complete and total ass of himself.

   Joann knew how.  She held Linda while she smiled to Carl and kissed him.
That passionate kiss gave him all the encouragement he needed to go for it.
He got his cock out, fit it to the wettest hole, and sent himself deep with
no effort.  While he fucked his daughter, Joann held and stroked her
daughter.  The daughter felt very loved but also very fucked, but she
needed one more good fuck and one more passionate kiss with a woman to make
her weekend complete.  The kiss came as the dick came and ended when the
dick slipped out three minutes later.  WOW!

   They were all thinking the same WOW.  They came together fast, but came
apart slowly, then went to the dining room slowly, then sat slowly after
Joann laid a folded towel on Linda's seat.  Linda had a parent on one side,
a parent on the other, and both were stroking upper leg from knee to
crotch. WOW.

   Joann said while fingering spermy pussy lips, "See what I mean about
dealing with groups."

   Linda smiled and said, "I guess even two parents can form a group."

   Joann said, "I am not going to offer any apologies, nor do I expect any
from your father.  Linda, I'm sorry, sweetheart, but you look too damn good
without clothes, with bunny slippers, rings and no pubic hair.  When you
dropped that robe, you had this coming."

   Linda smiled, looked from her grinning father to her smiling mother,
then said, "Why do you think I dropped the robe."

   That got her fingered and kissed from both.  When that display of
affection ended, Joann said to Carl, "Well, what now?  Back to San Diego,
or do we stick it out here.  Abortion is out of the question.  This changes
nothing in that regard.  The only question is, do we ride this out here or
back home where everyone can watch and speculate?"

   Carl said, "I'm willing to leave this up to Linda.  We have a year lease
with ten months to go.  We can get work in the casinos.  She can stay here
until she no longer looks easy and irresponsible.  No one back home need
ever know.  If we stay here, I see no reason why she can't remain easy and
irresponsible.  She can't get any more pregnant."

   Joann said, "It's clear what you'd like her to do.  If you don't mind, I
would like to put this another way.  Linda, whether you live here or back
home, you will always have choices.  If you are pregnant in San Diego, your
choices will be as easy as they are here.  Odds are, you'll be easy in
either place as long as you are pregnant.  You can't be irresponsible once
you are already pregnant.  Furthermore, if we see you walking around in
your birthday suit wearing bunny slippers, it won't matter where you are.
The question boils down to, where would you like to be easy?  You will
remain a natural blonde in either place, pubic hair or no pubic hair,
pregnant or not pregnant, for groups or in one on one confrontations.  We
natural blondes are just plain easy after we've been group had, so factor
that fact in."

   Carl said, "You're right, Joann, you did word that much better.  I just
wanted her to stay in Reno.  It never dawned on me to try to get her to
stay and be a Reno slut."

   Joann said, "I am not telling her anything she doesn't already know, but
let me tell you something, buster.  If I have to serve drinks in the
nothing costumes these Reno sluts wear, I'm shaving my pussy and getting
easy.  Put that in your Reno pipe and smoke it."

   He placed his arm around Linda's shoulder and said, "The choice is
yours, Linda.  Easy alone, or easy with company?"

   Linda smiled, then looked to her smiling mom who had two middle fingers
working in a sore, tired, and sloppy pussy, then said, "I'd like company
and new bunny slippers."

   Joann said, "You got it.  Introduce me to your friends."

   "You got it."

   Carl said, "Can I get an intro, too?"

   Linda said, "You got it.  I say screw San Diego.  Reno swings.  I say
get comfortable.  Don't lease - buy.  When in Reno, do as the Renonians do
- fuck tourists, short-timers, and opportunists.  Live for today and let
the chips fall where they may.  By the way, Renonians keep their bastards."

   Carl said, "Sounds like a plan."

   Joann said, "Sounds like a great way to live.  Lets all climb into bed
and practice being Renonians."

   They did that and were good ones.

   The End

   Author's Note: To the fine, upstanding, good citizens of Reno, Nevada
who may find the term Renonian offensive and take exception to the
characterization portrayed in this true story as related to me by a true
Renonian drink slinger and talkative slut but fabulous fuck, may this not
reflect on your tight slots and your loose sluts.  My sincerest apologies
to the both of you.

   Phil Phantom

   Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at
HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

   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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