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From: "Phil Phantom" <PP@PhilPhantom.Com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Baby Makers  
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 11:10:04 -0500
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   The Baby Makers

   By: Phil Phantom

   HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

   My husband and I were doing a terrible thing, but doing it very well to
a sweet and innocent fifteen-year-old daughter who was being very mature
about this considering we were doing this for money, and not a sum large
enough to justify doing this to her for money.  She allowed us to strip her
naked, place her in a lewd and vulnerable position, there to endure the
sexual assault of a rather large man who tore through her precious hymen
then flooded her more precious womb with the seed of a detestable slime
ball, and not for the ten thousand she was worth, nor half that, nor a
third or quarter - one lousy thousand dollars.

   We sold her virginity and tossed in her womb for a thousand measly
dollars when selling it for ten-thousand would have been a terrible thing
to do.  Twenty might have been acceptable, understandable, and justifiable.
Fifty grand probably would have gotten her enthusiastic support. 
Fortunately, Karen is a practical child willing to help out.  For fifty
grand to fatten the family coffer, she might fuck a monkey on stage or star
in a monkey-fuck video.  She would be the first to admit that everything
has its price.  She would also be the first to admit that her sexy ass has
a price and the womb was ten times whatever that amount was.  In her mind,
we sold her sexy ass for a lousy hundred bucks.

   She was terribly disappointed, hardly enthusiastic, resigned to being
bred like a bitch for a token sum of money, but we were dealing with a real
tightwad, my employer, Tod Arnold, a man Karen calls Toad Armload, and with
good reason.  Tod Arnold was the child molester she had to tolerate.  She
dealt with him as she does toads and other creepy crawlies.  As best she
could, she avoided them and him.  Sometimes, that wasn't possible.  When
avoidance wasn't possible, she experienced sexual molesting.  Those who
should have helped her acted helpless and watched.  At least we never
helped Tod, and without help, he could do just about everything except get
his dick in a hole.

   To get in any hole on Karen, he had to have a cooperative victim, and
before that would happen, he needed cooperative parents, more cooperative
than giving him opportunities and then staying out of it.  A higher level
of cooperation would cost him.

   We were lucky to get a thousand out of Tod.  He is used to getting what
he wants from me in exchange for modest paychecks.  That was a mitigating
circumstance.  That man could get it for free.  The fact that we got
anything was cause for celebration.  We couldn't get Karen to jump up and
down with us.  She was too hung-up on what a bargain she was.  In her
world, anything cheap was.  I'm sure she felt like a cheap whore.

   In our family, which consists of five children, two sets of grand
parents, uncles, aunts, and cousins galore on both sides, I am more a whore
for Tod than a girl Friday.  After ten years in his employ, and after
bearing three bastards that look remarkably like toads, the secret and the
reality were out and in general knowledge.  No one knew that better than my
two oldest, Jeff and Karen.  She had to know she would eventually be in the
position she was in if I remained in the position I was in.  After ten
years, I showed no sign of not loving my position.  Mommy was on a career
track.  That was the resignation we saw.

   Me, my husband, my employer, my kids, and quite a few of my extended
family members have a unique relationship.  My husband loves watching me
fuck other men.  My boss feels that sexual harassment is an employer's
right, the number one perk, and an employee who accepts that has job
security.  I accept that, and I have five kids who are all voyeurs.  One
might call friends and extended family members fans.

   The chemistry was perfect or became perfect as soon as I could accept
having sex in public.  Sex had always been the most deeply personal and
private of acts.  Tod gradually turned my thinking around and did so by
hook and crook.  His thing was taking me to a private club to perform live
sex acts on stage.  I'm not talking about a booth with peep windows
entertaining a handful of perverts, I mean on stage for a sex dinner
theater entertaining fifty to sixty affluent couples while they drank,
dined, and got sucked by the help.  When I wasn't on stage, I was help on
my knees.  He video taped my performances and sent those tapes to my loved
ones.  In Jeff and Karen's case, he would arrive at my home to meet them
coming home from school.  When I arrived home an hour later, I often found
Jeff and Karen watching me instead of cartoons.

   Little by little, I had nothing to hide from anyone.  Little by little,
I developed a fan club.  Many of the fans were awfully little.  Little by
little, my adult fans were in my adult audience seeing a live performance,
taking their own videos to share with the little fans.  The night I looked
out and saw my parents in the audience, I almost died, but they turned out
to be my biggest fans.  For their hundred bucks per plate, they, like all
the others I knew, wanted me on my knees.

   For many months, I thought Tod was a Toad - a sick, degenerate,
perverted toad.  He put me through seven kinds of hell for a while.  Today,
I would much rather have an audience, and nothing is too private or too
personal.  My kids, my parents, my extended family, a few close friends,
and my husband think sex in the open is great, but we did have one who
thought it was great for everyone except her.

   Karen has always been the shy one, the blushing one, the embarrassed
one, the one who usually watched from a distance but didn't want to miss
anything.  She was fine until she entered puberty.  She then became very
fine and kept getting finer.  She never had an awkward stage.  She became a
woman the way a caterpillar turns into a butterfly - gradually,
awe-inspiring, but never awkward.  By the time she was fourteen, she had a
fully developed young woman's body on a small scale.  Little woman suited
her quite well.

   Puberty was when Tod took notice, and he noticed the first signs at age
twelve.  Her tittie buds caught his interest.  They needed pinching and her
cute fanny needed smacking.  Each week he saw a girl getting sexier and
fuller.  We began seeing more of him.  We also began seeing more of our shy
and modest daughter - our budding woman/child.  He used to pop in to mess
with me, still does, but Karen got his attention first, like a warm-up act.
She didn't warm to this unwelcome attention.  For more than a year, the act
warmed everyone except her, but he finally hit on something that seemed to
warm her to a boil.  Stripping her and spanking her was something he could
manage on his own, so we saw an awful lot of that after her fourteenth
birthday.

   I wouldn't say Karen was easy to strip and spank, but she was easy to
capture after getting a spanking that exposed everything she had and
resulted in her getting thoroughly masturbated.  That was some birthday
spanking, one hell of a coming out party, and thirty guests could not have
been more impressed.  They all agreed with Tod - a birthday spanking had to
be delivered on a birthday suit.  Tod had all the help he needed that day.
Happy birthday sweet fourteen - with roughly fifty to grow on.

   Karen received a thorough molesting that day.  We saw orgasms that she
couldn't hide very well or duplicate on her own.  She discovered that
fingers other than her own feel totally different, and manly fingers feel
so much better than little girl fingers.  She discovered that having
someone else masturbate you was a lot like having someone else tickle you,
that trying to do it to yourself just isn't the same.

   When a girl first makes that surprising discovery, she becomes easy to
touch, and she will get over her shyness if you keep her legs far apart
long enough.  I do believe that discovery made Karen easy to capture.  That
used to be the hard part, just getting hold of her, but she stopped trying
to escape, would not get behind a locked door, and would not exit the house
through a window.  He simply had to go get her, drag her out to where we
all waited, then strip her and do his nasty thing while we took video for
family and friends who couldn't be present.  The video taping bothered her,
but a large live audience bothered her much more.  Even with a large live
audience on-hand, she was only difficult when he attempted penetration with
his rather large cock.  Part of the problem is, she has no rather large
holes.  One has teeth.

   After fifteen months of watching these twice-weekly assaults, seeing
countless failed attempts at penetration, we all wanted to see the attempts
not fail.  Jack was first to admit it.  When he could; I could. 
Grandparents were quick to follow suit.  Uncles, aunts, and cousins
demanded penetration.  Her brothers and sisters didn't need to admit it. 
We knew who they were cheering on.  Her brothers were thirteen and nine
with two sisters who were eight and six.  They all wanted to see fucking.
They love fucking but were tired of seeing me fuck.  They never tired of my
sucking, but the fucking was getting old.  Karen was choice meat, tight
stuff.  That had to be good, and a desire to watch her suck a man's cock to
orgasm then swallow was the choicest and least likely to ever go down
without a weapon being used.

   Karen knew we were getting off on these assaults.  She knew she had her
own fan club and had to know where the act was headed, so she wasn't too
surprised when Jack and I sat her down and told her the facts of life.  The
fact was, she could no longer put this off.  Tod had to have it, have it
all, and agreed to pay.  We accepted his offer, and there must be no more
resistance.  I can't say she took that news well, but she did take it with
resignation.  She accepted that we had that right.  We got her to agree to
that at the onset.  Only then did we tell her what we did.  She had to
accept that with resignation and offer Tod that which he had purchased.

   When the time came, she took her fucking like a sold whore - took it
with resignation, but took it nonetheless.  I also detected a bit of
relief. The waiting was finally over, and the experience wasn't as bad as
she imagined, mostly because her first was limited to Tod and immediate
family.  Penetration was difficult, but she did adjust.  Tod didn't give
her his usual brutish fucking.  He wanted her to like it.  He tried not to
hurt her.  We were all thankful for that.  The surprise was how well she
could eventually take his full cock.  Her little pussy made a snug home for
that massive cudgel, which came as a big surprise to us, but a much bigger
surprise to the owner of the pussy.

   For this ritual fucking, we had Karen kneel at the edge of the sofa with
her head down and pressed into the sofa back where the seat cushions meet
the back, with Jack and I seated at each side stroking her to help keep her
calm.  Tod stood at her ass and worked his dick into her vulnerable pussy
with the kids gathered all around him with good views of fucking.  Jack and
I got good views by leaning forward, looking in from left and right.  After
Tod got all ten inches in and used them in a full stroke, that was quite a
view.  That was also one hell of a slobbery-wet pussy, giving one
indication as to how well she was taking this new type of sexual molesting.

   She gave very little outward sign, but the body language eventually told
the tale of a body that liked getting deeply fucked by a big cock.  She
took a fucking from a serious cock that meant serious business in that it
was fucking to make a baby.  He had that right; we sold him that right; she
offered up fertile pussy he could cum in because we had the right.  This
was a breeding, not just a fucking.  She didn't take that news well at all,
but, in time, that pussy appeared thirsty for sperm.

   I must say I enjoyed this much more than I thought I would.  Jack loved
playing with her tits.  I was more into her adorable little pussy.  I had
never touched her there, but couldn't resist and brought my hand in from
underneath to work her clit.  My hand had a dramatic effect and got her
pussy moving so well that Tod had to stop moving or start cumming, and he
wanted this first fuck to last.  Karen wanted that wad deep in her hungry
pussy.  She got up on her elbows to give her daddy better access to her
titties and to get a better stroke on the cock.  We soon had her fucking
like a horny whore.

   We never dreamed we would get a result like that out of Karen.  She
always did her best not to be too entertaining, acting put-out, acting
molested, insulted, used and abused, forced into showbiz.  This was not at
all like the Karen we all knew.  This was the Karen we all wanted - Karen
the uninhibited slut.  We weren't sure there was such a thing, but we now
had one who seemed to love the fucking, the audience, and audience
participation.  She especially loved what Jack and I were doing to her, but
we weren't the only ones taking liberties.  All four siblings had hands on
her body.  In all, fourteen hands roamed that girl's body, each vying for
choice space to roam.

   I had no difficulty making her cum.  With fourteen hands tickling her
and a big cock deep in her pussy, she was as hot as a freshly-fucked fox in
a forest fire.  The girl was a mass of hair triggers all being tripped. 
Tod couldn't hold off against all that motion, so he gave in, took her by
the hips, and pumped her full of cum.  That blew her mind.  That pussy did
suck a dick - chewed it, sucked it, then milked it.  She had enough semen
in her to impregnate her entire sophomore class, and she still wanted more.

   I had mixed feelings about getting my daughter pregnant just for shits
and giggles, but the guys had no mixed feelings.  Karen's brother, Jeff,
was also a cum squirter, eager to join this project.  Surprisingly, Jack
wanted in on it, too.  We hadn't discussed this, but they had their dicks
at the ready waiting on Tod's okay.  When Tod eased out, he offered pussy
to Jeff.  You never saw a boy fuck a sister so quickly with a father urging
him to hurry.  Karen barely had time to adjust to the idea of a brother
fucking her when she had to adjust to the idea of a father fucking her. 
She did adjust and ended up chewing, sucking, and milking his dick, too.

   We had us a fucking whore with all the bashful fucked out of her.  We
also had a very messy whore.  I never saw such a fucking mess.  I picked
her up and carried her into the bathroom, put her in the shower, then
stripped down and got in with her.  Poor thing, couldn't hardly do anything
for herself, but that's what mommies are for.  I sure didn't feel like a
mommy.  I felt rather like a finicky lesbian with a filthy little slut to
get squeaky clean, but once I got her squeaky clean, I ate the sexy little
bitch the way a lesbian would in a shower.

   Her Toad went down on her every chance he got, so her pussy was no
stranger to a mouth, but Mommy knew how to do it better.  I wasn't sure
she'd be comfortable with me doing it, but she was quite comfortable, at
least as comfortable having sex with her mother as she was having sex with
her father.  I took that as a good sign.  Oh, the possibilities we never
dreamed.  I went ahead and shaved her pussy because her father likes them
shaved and her mommy prefers hairless pussy.

   After the shower, we kept her naked.  She had no objection, though she
was back to acting like a molestation victim, now with a shaved bald pussy.
She must like playing that role.  At least she played a resigned victim,
and when her brother wanted more pussy, he simply had more.  Tod knocked
off another piece before leaving, and Jack got some ass right after he
left. She was so accommodating and in such a good position, I took a seat
at her head, took her by the ears, and brought her face between my legs. 
While Jack fucked ass, I fucked face.  May as well.  If she could play
victim, we could certainly play our roles.  I was as much a molester as any
of the others.

   That bothered me a bit, but only in the beginning.  I can tell when a
girl likes a good face fuck.  I did not force her to bring her tongue into
play.  The girl liked pussy, or she liked my pussy, or liked being used by
pussy.  Whatever the case, I got licked and sucked to orgasm, then licked
thoroughly.  I liked girl cum, too, so I could relate.  Gotta get all of
that yummy girl cum.

   We took Karen to bed with us that night and turned in early.  She came
along without a whimper.  We played child molester and had ourselves a
ball. She continued playing victim and had herself a merry old time.  She
played her part very well except as orgasm approached and washed over her.
She'd lose it for a bit, but then get it back only to lose it again.

   More and more we could see that Karen wanted to play that game more and
more.  The more we acted like real child molesters, the better she liked
it, so one night when she couldn't seem to get enough, we bound her hands
behind her back with a necktie then turned her over to the kids so that
they could have some fun with her.  That was like turning a crippled
gazelle over to a pack of wild dogs.  We thought we had been molesting her.
We were amateurs.  At least she could still walk after we finished with
her.

   I couldn't watch that.  I had to trust that Karen was having a good time
at the mercy of siblings and cousins who had none.  She must have, because
she never whined about being trussed and turned over to the brat pack. 
Those sessions were hardest on me.  I never felt like a true child molester
until I began subjecting Karen to the lust of her fellow childs.  A pack of
ten or more was the norm when six was excessive, difficult to control, and
impossible to satisfy.  A full pack was eighteen.  For those, I had to
leave the house and take a long walk.

   By the time Karen turned sixteen, she was still playing her victim role,
but playing it nine months pregnant, due any day.  She blew out sixteen
candles in her birthday suit with every member of the family present and
roughly twenty friends of family or buddies of Tod.  She also invited a
dozen of her close friends, the ones who knew what she was and wouldn't be
shocked to see her have a birthday party in her birthday suit - again.  We
had close to one-hundred on-hand.  Only half were adults.

   We were a true fan club by this time.  We wanted to throw her a real
party, not a molest-the-birthday girl orgy.  Christ, the poor thing was
about to pop.  We wanted to love her, praise her, and shower her with gifts
for being such a great sport about all this, the pregnancy especially.  She
not only stayed barefoot, she was mostly nude and in bondage throughout her
pregnancy.  The kid was one hell of a good sport.  We all had fun at her
expense, even her close friends who got a big kick out of bringing over
their close friends to see their close friend in pregnant bondage.  They
all fucked her or fucked her with something.  Of course they wrote shit on
her body, mostly on the big belly like a cast on a broken leg.  We all had
fun at her expense, but enough was enough.

   Karen and I finally had to talk about it.  That was a talk that was long
overdue.  She didn't want no dumb birthday party, didn't want no praise,
didn't want no presents.  I didn't want no orgy in my back yard, not with
those numbers.  We arrived at a compromise - a regular birthday party in
her birthday suit - which, by the way, was littered with filthy graffiti as
most liked using the indelible marking pens.

   With that group, that party went over very well.  Naturally, she
suffered some abuse.  The kids were impossible, and Tod was an asshole.  He
just had to fuck her in the ass after giving her the birthday spanking.  I
thought that was uncalled for, but that as a big hit.  I allowed one
butt-fucking but made the line dissolve.  It was a good thing I did,
because the butt fucking broke her water and she went into labor.  The
little bastard was born on her birthday while still in her birthday suit.
The staff found that amusing.

   As much as she didn't want a baby, once she had one, she couldn't
imagine life without one.  They were inseparable.  The big thing became
stopping by to watch a nude mother nurse in bondage.  The child nursed
while the mother got fucked.  Karen now got to play victim mother.

   Karen never tired of the victim games, and neither did her fans.  We
have kept her barefoot and pregnant all through high school.  By the time
she graduated, she was the mother of four with another on the way, and in
that time, I gave birth to three more.  We were up to our tits in dirty
diapers.  The games weren't fun anymore.  We resigned at the same time and
became a team of mothers.  For a while, it was fun, but all good things
must come to an end.  Guys think we can just keep pumping out babies.  Guys
are like that because they only pump them in.  They are the baby makers; we
are the baby raisers.  If the shoe were on the other foot, I assure you,
freeways wouldn't be so crowded.

   The End

   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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