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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Good Cop, Bad Cop
Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2001 19:10:01 -0400
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                           Good Cop, Bad Cop
                            By Phil Phantom
                         HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com


Don Bradshaw loved fucking Sally "Suckemsilly" Jones, and now
that she was another man's new wife, he loved fucking her
voracious, man-eating squeeze box even better. 

The years treated her well. She never looked better, now
thirty-two. He first boinked her when she was eighteen, fresh out
of her first brief marriage, now in her fifth, only this marriage
showed promise of lasting over a year, having already passed the
halfway mark. This time, Sally struck pay dirt. 

Her old man was loaded and on the road most of the time. He even
had the decency to call ahead before arriving home after each
business trip so Sally could ready the house, run out all the
studs muffins, and clean the ash trays. 

Sally was part wife, part live-in whore, and part baby sitter to
his sixteen-year-old daughter that he wanted monitored at all
times when she was not in school. A day maid came in twice a week
and took care of all the real chores. Sally was free to shop and
screw, the two things Sally was good at.

The night was young and they were relaxing in the master bed,
smoking cigarettes after a good, hard fuck. Sally blew smoke at
his limp schlong, smiled, and said, "You're finally showing your
age, Randy Don. Three years ago, you'd still be hard. I think
I'll start calling you Gramps."

The fifty-five-year-old drifter said, "Three years ago, you were
in your twenties."

Sally laughed, then said, "You always did like them young. That's
mainly why you're here, that and the monster cock you pack."

"Oh...explain."

"How would you like some sweet-sixteen virgin pussy, Gramps?"

"Janet?"

"Yes, Janet. You like? I can arrange it."

"What's not to like. She's a doll, but I thought you said she
hated your guts."

"She does, and that's why I want her fucked and fucked good.
Interested?"

"What, in rape?"

"Rape is a strong term. I was thinking more along the lines of
sexual molestation with some hard fucking thrown in. We have two
weeks to do the job right, and she just started spring break;
plus, I happen to know her period ended last week. She'll be
fertile soon - a bonus."

"A bonus?"

"Yes. It would please me no end to knock the little bitch up. Her
Daddy would whip her ass good for getting pregnant, and he
wouldn't buy any bullshit about sexual molestation. That's why I
have to watch her constantly. He swears she's putting out. In his
mind, any girl that good looking would have to be. He knows I'm
bisexual. I think he figures I can scratch her itches for her and
get her to want the others scratched at home. He has a rampaging
case of blue balls for her."

"Can't say I blame him."

"Interested in helping out?"

"That is a worthy cause, but I don't sexually molest minors or
anyone else for that matter."

"I know. Believe me, Randy Don, you weren't my first choice, but
those that would be are too chicken shit. They're afraid of her
old man and they don't believe me when I tell them that he
wouldn't mind one bit. They know he'd hang them out to dry if
this ever reached the authorities. You can disappear right after
and never get caught even if nosy social workers or the cops did
buy her story. You have balls. You also have the biggest cock,
and that's mainly what I want, a cock that will turn her off to
men like the giant cock that raped me did for a while. I just
need her turned off to men for a while."

"So you can move on her and she'll be more receptive."

"Well, nothing else works. It's worth a try. Once I get her
broken in, I can bring her into the master bedroom and introduce
her to a cock that's just right for her - Daddy's cock. I became
bisexual after that rape. My rape took me years to get over."

"You certainly got over it in a big way."

Sally smiled her devilish smile, grabbed his cock, and purred,
"Thanks to guys like you, I did. You were the biggest and the
best, Don, no shit. I have never found a better fuck than Randy
Don, and I looked hard, all over, believe me."

"Oh, I believe you. I hear that a lot, and I've heard it from
girls younger than Janet, so your theory about her hating men
after sex with the best has no foundation, rhyme, or reason to
it. By the way, fucking you is like opening a window and fucking
the world."

She laughed, gave his massive lump a hard squeeze, and said,
"Liar. I do exercises. I can hold a steel rod in my squeeze box
while standing with my legs apart, and I can slip a wedding ring
off a man's finger with it, so bite me, asshole."

Now, Don smiled. Sally laid back, took a drag on her cigarette,
then blew smoke rings. She said, "Anyway, a good rape by a
big-dicked older man will probably set her off men for a while.
If you gave it too her that way, hard and without mercy, I might
stand a chance."

"I don't fuck beginners that way, so there is slim chance of this
working."

"Right now, I stand no chance at all. She hates my guts. Hell,
I'm so mean to her, she has every right to hate me, but damn, she
is so god damn frustrating. She makes me so fucking mad. I can't
help being mean to her. All I get is dirty looks and rejection,
and we have to live together under the same roof, in each other's
face constantly. I want a girlfriend, not a step daughter. I want
someone to shop and play with, someone to dress up and get silly
with, and when we get home, I want someone to get naked and
sweaty with. God, that little bitch turns me on."

"What you're saying is, you blew it bad and you want me to unfuck
this mess for you."

"Yeah, but I have it all figured out, and it'll work. I know it
will. She's not the type to blab, not to her dad, not to the
cops, not to anyone. She is exactly like me when I was her age.
When shit happened, especially sexual shit, I tried to cover it
up and pretend it away. She's like that. I tested her. Boy did I
test her. You can molest her all you want. She won't say shit."

"Exactly how did you test her?"

"By doing shit to her, sexual shit. For a full week, I made her
stay naked. I shaved her pussy, still do, every fourth day so
half the time she has to deal with itchy stubble. I even put
stinging nettles in her bra and panties and sent her off to
school - done that quite a few times. I have whipped her tits,
ass, and pussy with a belt while she was tied S&M style. I have
literally wailed the shit out of her. I even had her nipples
pierced and put rings in them. I clamp her to things by her
rings. I once put a cigarette out in her cunt. I got carried
away, but I was drunk, and this guy I was with wanted to see me
do it. He dared me. No one dares me when I'm drunk."

"That was incredibly dumb, Sally, even for being drunk."

"I know, and I apologized to her the next day. Luckily, she was
wet. It didn't even raise a blister, but that should tell you how
bad I got and how much she hates me. I tested her, believe me."

"I see why you have a problem. I never knew you had that side,
Sally."

"Look, I did most of that shit weeks ago, and mostly when I was
drunk. I have backed off of the S&M shit. I just wanted to test
her to see if she'd squeal on me. Besides, she's a tough little
shit. She'll take the worst I can dish out and then spit in my
face. She'll do what I order her to do, because her father put me
in full charge, but she'll let me know exactly how she feels
about the order. I think it would have to get bloody before she'd
cry uncle or go crying to her daddy. I could never really hurt
her. Anyway, I need help with her, and you're at the top of my
`B' list."

"Well, I support your motives, but you're going about this all
wrong. Your plan will only make things worse, and setting her up
to be raped might be the straw that breaks the camel's back. She
may not call Daddy; she might just dial 911. They teach them that
in school, you know."

"Can you think of a better one?"

"I believe so, but I need to see the interaction between you and
Janet before I can formulate a workable plan."

"Well, she's home. Want me to go fetch her. I've done it before.
I've had her sit in a chair right at the bedside and watch me
cheat on her father. I've done that lots of times. She just
glares at me. Sometimes, I throw fuck in her face or rub my
fucked cunt on her body. She hates getting yucky fuck on her
little princess body. How's that for interaction?"

"Not what I had in mind. I was thinking more along the lines of
us taking a smoke break with her, say out in the living room,
just the way we are. In fact, let the fuck roll down your legs.
Let her see it. Talk to her. Ask her about her day. If she gets
snotty, respond as you normally, but don't go getting into any
S&M, slappy slut shit or I'm outta here, understand?"

"You always were a pussy cat. Can I at least strip her down so
you can see what you'll be getting. I shaved her this morning. I
know how you like your pussy bald. You have never seen a pussy
like that kid has between her sexy legs. That's one full, juicy,
grade-A cunt clam, a Georgia peach, and those tits, gorgeous,
absolutely gorgeous. My rings help, but those pink-nosed puppies
were fantastic without the rings."

"No, don't fuck with her, just talk. Talk mean and nasty if you
feel so inclined, but don't do anything. A few minutes is all I
need. We'll take a smoke break with her and then come back in
here."

"I'm ready and leaking. Hand me a smoke."

They got out of bed. Sally accepted the cigarette, lit up, then
said, "If she holds true to form, she'll be seated between the
master bedroom and the front door so that she can intimidate my
house guest on his way out. Ten to one, she'll be sitting on the
sofa where she was when you arrived. She likes to intimidate them
on the way in, too."

"If she is, I'll sit beside her. I'd like you to pull up a chair
close to her so that you block the TV."

"Sounds like a plan. She's never seen a cock like this. I'll say
one thing for you, Randy Don, you look as big soft as you do
hard. She'll shit when she sees Brutus. Think nasty thoughts and
show her what a true fuck muscle on a real man looks like. The
little bitch will shit her panties if you can muster up one of
your pulsing bitch splitters. Ready?"

"Ready."

                                  * * *

Indeed, Janet was seated on the sofa watching TV when they
emerged, naked, Don's foot-long schlong swinging like a wet horse
cock. Copious fuck ran down both of Sally's legs to the heels.
Janet noted both crotches, blushed, then tore her eyes away and
faced the TV with her arms folded under her perky tits.

As Sally went to fetch a dining room chair, Don studied the girl
in profile from the end of the sofa. Lovely didn't even come
close. The woman/child was gorgeous, a living doll in alabaster,
looking as soft as a baby duck's belly. Her father had every
right to worry about her getting some off the property. Free to
date, she'd be every jock's dream conquest. She'd probably fall
in love with the first one that made her tits vibrate, and that
would be that. 

She still had on her school clothes - a skirt with a pleated hem
that rested at mid-thigh on the most delicious looking legs he'd
ever seen, legs even better than Sally's and he didn't think that
were possible. The white blouse was puffed out by two breasts
that were perfect for her frame which was shapely with a wisp of
a waist cinched wispier by a two-inch patent leather belt that
matched her shoes. Janet looked expensive, bored, frustrated, and
furious. Sally did not exaggerate. From years of experience in
undressing female packages, nude, that expensive, bored,
frustrated, and furious girl had to be stunning. 

As Sally set her chair in place at Janet's closed knees, Don
plopped down on Janet's right. He noted that her eyes went to his
cock which laid over his left thigh, presenting a sight any
female would find hard not to glance at, like a snake poised to
strike her between the legs. His one-eyed python appeared to be
looking up Janet's skirt. He said, "Hello there."

Janet ignored him, tugged at her hem, and tried to see around
Sally when she took her seat. Sally leaned right to counter that
attempt, saying, "Forget the fucking TV; we're here to visit. So,
how was your day?"

Janet glared into Sally's face and said, "Boring, as usual. Now,
can I watch my program?"

"No." Sally leaned back in her chair with her ass at the edge,
then placed one bare foot on the sofa on Janet's left, letting
the knee fall out and down, lewdly showing off her fucked
beaver."

Janet looked but made a disgusted face, then looked up to say,
"You're disgusting."

"You're a prude."

"I am not a prude, but when I marry a man, I'll be faithful to
him, and I will always clean up after we have sex. I certainly
wouldn't go around showing my used vagina off to minors after I
had cheated on him."

Sally made a beaver, then made it gross by using both hands to
pull the lips apart, saying, "I'm not ashamed of what we do. My
husband knows I let other men dump their loads in my cunt."

Don could see Janet checking out his growing member, now filled
with enough blood to lift free of the thigh - the python now
eyeing tits. She also glared into the beaver Sally showed off
before she fired back, "Yeah, I don't see you messing around when
he's home!"

Now, she stared at his cock again as Sally said, "When he's home,
I'm faithful, and stop looking at my lover's cock, you horny
little slut!"

Janet's eyes shot up and she turned beet red as she said, "I am
not a slut, and I wasn't looking at that. I just didn't want to
look your way. Where else is there to look, at the wall?"

"I say you're lying. I say your slut pussy is all puffy and
slobbery from gawking at my lover's big cock."

"It is not, and I wasn't gawking at that."

"You were gawking at the carpet just beyond his cock, I suppose.
[Sally's, right foot came over to the hem of Janet's skirt and
moved the hem up by several inches] Let's check out the crotch of
your panties for a wet spot, shall we? We'll soon see what you
were gawking at and drooling over."

With the hem pushed almost to the crotch, Janet grabbed Sally's
ankle to halt further progress like a girl with a wet spot in her
panties, saying, "Stop that!"

"Fuck you! Get your fucking hand off me and spread your fucking
legs...NOW!"

Janet fumed but was clearly about to obey. Don reached over and
set Sally's foot at the edge of the sofa, surprising everyone. He
then placed his arm around Janet's shoulders protectively while
tugging her hem back into place, saying, "Leave her alone,
Sally."

For a man with a big hardon, a pulsing twat splitter, this seemed
odd behavior. Janet looked from his throbbing man muscle up to
his face as Sally said, "Don't boss me, Don. Remember, you are a
guest in my house, and I am in charge of her. She does what I
tell her to do, and I want to see if this lying slut has a wet
cunt from staring at your cock."

"I understand that this is your house and that you are in charge
of her, but if you want me to remain, there are certain behaviors
I will not tolerate. You had best respect that."

Sally pouted. Janet looked from one to the other in awe. After
placing his arm around her shoulder, she slowly settled into his
shoulder with her cheek resting on his left breast as he stroked
the other cheek and brushed hair from her eyes. She could not
help looking at his giant cock, standing tall and pulsing just a
few inches from her face, filling her field of vision, blocking
all view of carpet.

When Janet's cock gawking became obvious to all, Sally angrily
said, "I thought I told you to stop staring at my lover's cock,
bitch! [scooping a big wad of fuck from her crotch] Here, you
want some?"

Sally lunged and almost got her messy palm to Janet's face, but
Don intercepted the hand at the wrist, saving Janet again. He
said, "I said none of that shit, Sally. Come on. Break's over, or
I'll just dress and be off. Your choice."

Don sat up, releasing Janet. Sally pouted, then got up, saying,
"Oh, all right, but she deserved it, and she'll get it when you
leave. I'll sit on her slut face and give her all the fuck she
wants."

Janet snarled, "Try it and I'll bite your filthy cunt, you
whore."

Don stopped Sally's comeback and forcefully led her back to the
master bedroom. Once inside, Sally said, "What was that all
about?"

"I have a workable plan - good cop, bad cop."

"I need more than that, and I'd prefer a plan with no cops in it
- good or bad."

"It's a technique cops use in interrogations to win trust and
cooperation. We've already laid the ground work. You're the bad
guy. I'm the good guy. Janet now sees me as her protector, a
decent man, a man of scruples, a man who has a measure of control
over you because I have a big dick."

"Yeah, so how does that help me?"

"I build on that and slowly get her to be the kind of step
daughter you want. I can also build on that to get her to let me
knock her up if you still want that."

"I still want that. Turns me on. Kinky, bitch, ain't I?"

"You always were. Anyway, I think it will work, but I have a wish
list I want filled out of this."

"Name it."

"I have a few friends that are into making porn. I could make a
nice bundle off that girl in a few sessions. They're into some
pretty kinky stuff - lesbian shit, mutts, piss, gang fucks,
inter-racial, kiddy porn, light S&M, some tattooing, nothing her
father is likely to object to, but her Stanford fiancee might
want an explanation."

"She doesn't have one."

"She will, Stanford or some other ivy league dweeb who never
expected a tattooed fiancee."

Sally smiled her devilish smile and said, "Kinky. I'm game if you
think you can pull it off."

"You can co-star in it if you'd like."

"I like. How soon can we start rolling the cameras?"

"Three days, maybe four."

"That soon? I'd be very impressed, but you underestimate her.
Don't let her fascination with your cock fool you. She is
fascinated by all cocks, but she treats them all the same. They
are all snakes and they all have poison. Still, they are
fascinating to look at, and your cock is the most fascinating one
she's seen so far."

"I understand. She's a typical sixteen-year-old girl."

"She is not typical. She's a virgin, and her goal is to be a
virgin on her wedding night. Makes me want to puke, but she's
serious. Her dead mother filled her head with a ton of
old-fashioned values, things like, don't fuck dogs, don't eat
pussy, don't drink piss, and for god sakes don't ever let anyone
get any of that on film. It'll come back to haunt you."

"That kid is torn between two worlds and only needs a slight push
one way or the other."

"She has been pushed by a bull dozer with me driving."

"Yes, when all she needs a feather push by the right man. Little
Janet has a hot pussy between her legs that drives her mad, but
you can't push or drag her, you can only lead her by the pinky,
and I'm not talking about a little finger. "

"You may be right. Her pussy is usually wet, and the sexy little
clam is slobbery wet after one of my twat shaves. So far, I
haven't dove in head first, but it takes all the strength I have
to just give it a slap and get up. By the way, that twat slobber
of hers is like nectar. I have to come to this room and frig off
while licking my fucking palm after a good pussy slap."

"I can imagine. I'll have her feeding it to you before long, and
before she feeds you, she'll dine between your sexy legs. That's
a promise."

"A hollow promise."

"Sally, that girl is as interested in your pussy as she is in my
dick. All that shit you're picking up on is her mask, her only
defense, and she feels she needs one around you or she'd end up
being your fawning pet. That scares the hell out of her, but
trust me - if you ever sat on her face, she'd bite but not hard
enough to stop you from doing it again. That girl could very
easily become your best friend and lover. You just need to
carefully and gently remove her mask. You do that by proving to
her that you are no threat and there's no need for a defense."

Sally leapt onto the bed and rolled to her back with two fingers
working in her soupy twat, saying, "If that happens, I will die
and go straight to bisexual heaven, Don. That would be a dream
come true. I'll erect a statue in your honor and have it placed
on the front lawn."

Don laid down beside her, then rolled onto her and inserted his
mighty cudgel, saying, "I'll hold you to that, you cheating
whore."

"Music to my ears. Uummm, god, I love your cock. I can't wait to
see it in Janet, right to the balls. You'll make her go
cross-eyed."

"You won't see my cock go in to the balls until she can handle
it. Remember, I'm the good guy, always."

"So, am I bad always? I want her to be my best friend."

"You will be bad until she comes around. As she makes the effort,
you treat her better. Before long, you are bosom buddies."

"Humm, I like the plan, if it works. It's a little hard to
imagine considering the way things have been."

"That's my problem. You just remain the same until you see her
trying to get on your good side, and then you slowly respond.
Make her make all first moves. Let her initiate all first
contacts. You don't have to do a thing."

"I like that. Just be myself. I can't wait to see her pretty face
between my legs. I will go absolutely ga ga."

"No you won't. When she has a good lip lock on your cunt, you'll
take a full piss in her face and finish by smearing your cunt all
over her face, then you'll walk off laughing."

"No shit. I like that. I guess that would be true to my
character. And you think she'll tolerate that and keep coming
back, huh?"

"Yes, even knowing you'll piss, knowing she'll get face-fucked,
hoping you'll remain in place this time so that she can eat you
to orgasm and then lap your cum so that she can demonstrate how
much she wants to be your friend."

"Oh god, Don, fuck me hard and make me cum!"

He did.

                                * * * 

They both lit up and relaxed after that fuck. Sally looked to the
bedside clock that showed the time to be 10:03. She said, "Janet
just went to bed. You should go tuck her in. That's what her
father does, and for the next two weeks, you are replacing him.
By the way, she has to keep a light on in the bedroom. It's a
soft white, but you'll be able to see what you're doing if you
decide to do anything."

"Not a bad idea. What does her daddy do?"

"Nothing, just tucks in his little princess and gives her a peck
on the forehead. He's gutless. He won't do a thing until he has
proof that she's a slut that would want it."

"Does she lock the door?"

"She's not allowed to be behind a closed door. I don't let her
masturbate. I sniff her fingers from time to time and watch her
shower. Shit, piss, shower, dress, undress - she doesn't do a
damn thing with her body unless I'm watching. I keep her horny
and frustrated." 

"Good move, but there are ways around that."

"There are, but she'd be too afraid to try them for fear I'd
catch her at it. I'm always popping in on her, especially in the
first two hours after bedtime. She's frustrated, believe me. I
know a pussy starved for a finger when I see it."

"Good move. This will help advance the cause," Don said while
getting up.

Sally turned on the TV and said, "If you don't come back with a
stinky finger, I'll be disappointed in you. [paused at the door,
he smiled] Her room is the last one on the left down the hall.
And, Don, get that thing hard. Make an impression. A hungry snake
poised to strike is much more fascinating to a virgin than a
sleeping snake with a full belly."

Don smiled and left the room. He could see the end room and the
soft light coming from it. He moved softly and quietly to the
doorway and listened. Nothing. He eased his head around and
caught the foot of her bed, saw two feet making an impression on
the bedspread about three feet apart, then waited to see any
tell-tale movement. Nothing, and then the feet came together and
appeared to vibrate, signs of a hard squeeze. He smiled
knowingly, then saw the feet relax, then another long squeeze -
the old squeeze-out-an-orgasm technique.

He waited a minute, then knocked softly after stroking his cock
into a semi-hard - a forty-five degree - impressive, but
non-threatening. From inside, he heard a shaky, "The door's
open."

Don entered and saw Janet lying with the covers pulled up to her
neck, her perky titties making another set of impressions. Her
eyes landed on his sixty-degree erection and fear showed on her
face. He came over, sat on the bed at her hip, and stroked hair
from her eyes, saying, "Sally dozed off. I wanted to come see you
and tell you how sorry I am for the way she behaved out there and
for the way you have to live. I figured there was no point in
getting dressed. I now see that was a mistake. I'm frightening
you. I'll go put something on."

He started to rise but she quickly said, "NO...I'm not
frightened." He settled. Janet glanced to his rising hardon, then
up to his face, then said, "It's all right. I'm used to seeing
naked men walking around ever since she showed up, and seeing a
grown man's erect penis doesn't bither me a bot...I mean, bother
me a bit. Anyway, I'm used to her shit, and I am not a slut just
because I look at a naked penis."

"It would be unnatural if you didn't."

"That's right, a girl my age should show an interest in the
opposite sex. Those who show too much or none at all have
something wrong with them."

Don noticed that each time he spoke, her eyes fell on his cock
and remained until it was her turn to speak. She did this again
when he said while brushing her silky hair with his fingers, "You
are certainly no slut and you couldn't possibly be a lesbian. I
think you show a normal and natural healthy interest in the
penis."

"I do, too. I don't see anything wrong with looking. She is so
full of it, but she doesn't scare me anymore."

"Yes, I can see that, and you're not afraid to look where you
damn well please in your own home. You're quite the little
spitfire."

Janet glanced up from his cock as she smiled like a spitfire. She
caught him staring at her tittie imprints. He rested his free
hand just below the left one and gave her a paternal pat and
massaging rub. An awkward silence ensued as his chest rubbing
ventured closer to tittie flesh, and then he was on tittie flesh
and squeezing the firm mound gently. She gulped and stiffened
while staring at her covered tit being massaged and squeezed.

Don looked to her nervous eyes and said, "Sorry, but I had to
feel. They look lovely, even through bedding. Like most men, I
have a weakness for breasts, and my favorite ones are young,
firm, and still developing. I think my young mother may have
weaned me too soon."

Janet gulped, forced a smile and said, "That's okay."

"I should have asked, first. I really am, sorry, Janet. I'll stop
if this upsets you."

"That's okay. You did ask, in a way. You just asked after."

He was still squeezing, feeling up her left tittie through
bedding. He switched to the right one as she stared at his hand,
taking furtive glances to the cock right beside it, a venomous
stalk in full bloom. After a minute with one hand, he brought the
other into play. He allowed her time to adjust to being freely
felt up, then said, "Sally told me that she had your nipples
pierced and had rings set in them. I've never seen that. Would
you mind showing me?"

Janet swallowed, looked at the cock, then at him, then said, "You
may as well. She shows everyone else. You're the first to ever
ask my permission."

Don pulled the bedding to her knees, then began undoing buttons
on her PJs while she watched. When he had them all undone, he
took the two flaps in his hands, paused for dramatic effect, then
unveiled her entire chest and upper abdomen, causing her to suck
a deep breath. 

There they were, awesome. Two of the finest titties Don ever saw,
and two of the cutest nipples he ever saw, pierced by
one-half-inch gold rings through the pencil eraser tips. Her
nipples were puckered as hard as a nipple could pucker as he took
each between each set of thumbs and forefingers to roll and
tweak, pausing from time to time to lightly tug on the rings.

Janet watched this exciting tit play while panting, near
hyper-ventilating. He also played with her tit flesh, massaging
her heaving chest with both of his massive hands. She felt tight,
tense, nervous, but clearly liked being felt up by such manly,
competent hands - gentle hands, but huge. 

Don massaged gently until he detected a noticeable relaxing, then
said while squeezing one boob at the base to place the ringed
nipple on display, "That must have hurt."

"It did, but not too much. She used an ice cube to numb them.
Inserting the rings hurt. They weld the rings closed, but that
didn't hurt much. What hurts is being snapped into something
where I can't get comfortable."

"I'll bet."

Now visibly relaxed about being bare chested and discussing her
nipples, watching Don play with them as they did, she said, "She
likes to hang things on them or lock them together. Sometimes,
the rings almost touch. That hurts a lot."

"I can imagine with breasts this full and firm. Your poor nipples
must take a terrible punishment being atop firm breasts like
these. Can you tell if this treatment is stretching your nipples
out?"

"Yes, it is. They used to be almost flat except for the tips. Now
they always stick out. If she keeps on, I'll have granny boobs
with nipples down to my waist."

"Knowing Sally, she'll keep on. I'm surprised she didn't ring
your clit. The rings usually go together as a set."

"Please, don't give her any ideas. She'll want to link them all
together with a single pad lock. I could not stand being in a
position like that for very long, and talk about embarrassing.
Can you imagine?"

"Yes, very easily, but you sound like you'd let her do it. That
surprises me after seeing your spunk."

"Yeah, well, my Dad put her in charge. If she orders it, I don't
have much choice but to go along. He thinks the sun rises and
sets on her behind."

"So, you would actually spread your legs for the operation, and
hold still while it was done?"

Janet stared at his full erection, the longest stare so far, then
she looked up and said, "If she ordered a ring put in, yes. I
would have no choice. I see that turns you on. I suppose, now,
you'll go tell her."

"I'd never do that to you, Janet, but you're right. I'm busted.
It does turn me on. You know what they say, stiff dicks never
lie. [she giggled] Maybe I should have gotten dressed before
coming in here. I feel like I have a lie detector between my
legs."

Again she giggled, giggled and stared at his cock, then to him to
say, "I'm glad you didn't. At least, with you naked and your
penis where I can see it, I can tell when you're lying."

"So that's why you keep looking where a young girl shouldn't."

"Well, it's hard to ignore. I mean, a girl doesn't see one like
yours everyday, not even in this house. From what I've seen,
you're awfully big down there."

They were now both looking at his fuck muscle as Don held it up
on proud display, saying, "So I've been told. Sally sure likes
it."

"I'll bet she does. She sure didn't want that one to go walking
out the door. I've never seen one with so many bulging veins, and
I never knew they got that big. Have you ever measured it?"

"Years ago, but it's pretty much the same - thirteen-inches long,
measured on the top side, and nine inches around at the base and
at the head, seven at the thinnest part just behind the head. You
couldn't close your hand around even the thinnest part, but
you're welcome to try."

"I'd better not. Chances are, that's when she'd come bopping in
here. I'd never hear the end of it. By the way, thanks for saving
me. I owe you. She would have smeared that yuck in my face if you
hadn't stopped her. Can you imagine?"

"Oh, yes. With Sally, I'm surprised she didn't try to pull your
face into her beaver."

"She has tried, but I just bare my teeth and she thinks twice."

Janet barred her pearly-white fangs for him. He laughed, and
said, "Smart girl, but would you dare bite?"

"I wouldn't dare tell you. I can see the idea of me not daring
turns you on." Janet had her eyes on a golden run of precum that
had spilled over the edge of his dick and was running down the
shaft.

"Sweetheart, that idea would even turn your father on. Girl/girl
action is a universal male turn on, and you two are
mother/daughter, the ultimate turn on."

"I can imagine. You're all animals, although we are step-mother
and step-daughter, but we do look so much alike that the step
part wouldn't be important or even mentioned. Most of the guys
she brings over think we're mother and daughter. I'm not even
allowed to say the step word. If I do, I get slapped. They can
think what they want. I don't care what they think."

"My little spitfire."

She smiled like his little spitfire. Don flattened his right hand
on Janet's tummy and ran over the drum-tight flesh, getting all
four fingers to slide under the waistband of her PJs as she
watched in silence. She stiffened at first, but relaxed after
three more passes that only brushed by the very top area of her
shaved mound.

He said, "You have the softest skin I ever felt, Janet."

"I can see you're telling the truth. Thank you for that sincere
compliment. By the way. I don't even know your name."

His fingers now ran over her bald mound slowly as he said, "Don,
just call me, Don - Uncle Don if you like. I think I'll be here
all through your spring break, so we should be on familiar
terms."

His fingers still rested on her mound. Janet remained stiff and
tense until they moved on. With the danger past, she said, "I'll
call you Don."

Don returned to her breasts so she'd relax, and she immediately
looked relieved. She needed to relax now that she sensed a
full-blown seduction that would not be sated by feeling up
titties. He gave her a good massage and reassured her that he
would never do anything without asking first, and that he would
always honor her wishes. She smiled and said, "I think I would
like to call you Uncle Don, I mean since you'll be staying so
long. You'll be like family, and we are getting to know each
other very intimately. I trust you, Uncle Don. I think you're a
good man."

He said, "I am a good man and you can trust me. If I'm not one,
I'm not the other, and I pride myself on being both. Sally and I
go back a long way. I'm sure she would tell you that I have
always been both."

"I believe you. I don't need to ask anyone. When I say I trust
someone, I trust them until I'm proven wrong. That's just the way
I am."

"Sally tells me she doesn't let you masturbate. I told her that
sucks. Every girl needs that release. She's just being cruel."

Janet turned red, hesitated, thought for a moment, then said, "I
know, and it sucks big time."

"Have you found a way around her cruel rule? You can tell me. I
would never pass that along. Swear to god."

Janet thought, then said, "No. She's too crafty. Besides, I
wouldn't want her to have the pleasure of catching me at it so I
just think of other things."

He sent his hand back to her mound, lower, near the crease of her
crack, saying, "Does it work?"

At first, she stiffened, but then said, "It helps."

They discussed masturbation for several minutes with Don's hand
rubbing her lower abdomen, remaining inside the PJ bottoms and
getting closer to her clit as they talked. He soon passed over
the top of her crack with every pass and she gradually adjusted
to his fingertips riding the labial swells and valley at the top
of her pussy. Before long, she relaxed and could talk without the
nervous hesitance or the anticipation of a clitty-bumping
ride-over. Her swollen clit and labia lips were like speed bumps
to passing handmobiles with the fingers acting like axles under
stiff suspension - a maddening sexual highway to a girl who
hadn't masturbated in ages.

The subject matter alone warmed her loins. They got into
technique, fantasies, and frequency. With his fingers brushing
over her clit five times every few seconds, Janet was very
forthcoming about her masturbation habits and sexual fantasies.
They were tame, normal stuff for a teenage girl. She claimed to
do it twice a week, sometimes once, usually using only her hands,
one at work on her clit, the other at work in the hole, careful
not to go too deep - normal, normal, normal - all girls do it -
wish I could - sure do miss it.

When Don knew he had her hot enough to fully cooperate, he stood
and drew the bedding all the way past her feet, revealing her PJ
bottoms to be shorts. He unbuttoned them and said, "Here, lift
up. Let's get these out of the way."

Janet hesitated for only a few seconds before lifting her ass
clear of the mattress. She then watched her PJ bottoms being
removed. When he returned to her, he surveyed her nude body,
focusing most of his attention on her lower half, her pussy
especially.

Sally was right. He never saw better. This was the mother load,
and that was one hot, slobbery pussy he could see after pressing
out on her inner thighs. Janet did not resist. Her body, limp
like a rag doll, was his to do with as he pleased. He pleased to
take his seat lower down on the bed, at her business end and peel
back the lips with his thumbs for a thorough visual inspection
while applying pressure with the palms to keep her spreadvulgar.

He had that panting girl's pussy laid open like a shucked oyster
when he dipped his head in, sniffed, and then licked. He sniffed
and licked all over the coral-pink terrain, giving her snaky
licks and butterfly flicks, not devouring the cunt the way tigers
do. That would be crude and might lead to merciful relief. He was
a gentle gourmet who tortured a girl to death. When he had her
squirming and swooning, he said, "You know, I got to thinking. I
forgot to ask. I assumed you wanted the PJs off as badly as I
did, then assumed I could take a better look and even lick."

"That's okay. I did, and you can."

He went back for some much-anticipated licking as Janet strained
up to watch while holding her legs back by pulling on the
underside of the knees. He pulled up short and peered over the
mound to say, "Sally won't let you masturbate, but she didn't say
I couldn't do it for you. Would you like me to give it a try?"

Janet was in a sweat and in a quandary. She looked into her
splayed pussy that was now opened by Don's thumbs to feature the
virgin hole, then said, "I would, but I also want to be a virgin
on my wedding night. I think we've gone too far already, but I
like what you're doing. You can look and lick all you want, and
the external massage feels great. We could do it that way."

"Janet, I see you think big. I hate to burst your bubble, but
there is no way you and I could get it on. I don't need to stick
my finger in this pretty pink hole to know it isn't my size by a
long shot. My eyesight is good. You could not handle a man like
me, not without a lot of vaginal conditioning, so put those
thoughts out of your pretty head. Besides, I do not have sex with
minors, and I do believe you are in that category. Am Icorrect?"

Visibly relieved and now up on her elbows, Janet said, "I'm
sixteen, yes, but why are you doing this if you don't want
to...you know."

"Screw you?"

"Yes. I thought that's what you wanted."

"I'd love to, but I'd hurt you. I will not seek my own pleasure
at someone else's expense."

Janet appeared dumbfounded, shook her head to clear the cob webs,
then said, "Where did Sally ever find a man like you?"

"I found her a long time ago. Actually, I'm no saint, Janet. I
would screw a minor if I knew she wanted it and knew she could
handle Brutus. I would and have many times. I know that's not the
case with you."

"Brutus?"

"My dick."

"Good name for it. Well, then, what do you want? I know you want
something."

"Friendship."

"That's all?"

"Isn't that enough?"

"Well, yes, but isn't there something sexual you'd want in
return? If it won't get me pregnant, I'm more than willing. Be
honest with me and tell me what you want. I am not a child, and I
am certainly no prude. I think I proved that to you."

"To be honest, I'd like to see you and Sally get along while I'm
here."

"If you mean get along the way lesbians get along, forget it."

Don began lazily stroking a finger through Janet's slit as they
talked, and Janet needed that vaginal attention. Her legs fell
limp almost immediately and she took great interest in watching
him run his finger over her vaginal terrain. She also watched him
stroke his cock. Sally was right; Janet's pussy ached for a
finger.

Don said, "You know, all of the trouble you and Sally are having
stems from you rejecting her advances. She's very bisexual, and
she has a huge crush on you, you know."

"Duh...I figured that out right away."

"Rejection hurts, Janet, and hurt people hurt back."

"So, if I lick her pussy for her she'll be nice to me. Tell me
something I don't know."

"She'll lick your pussy, too."

Janet thought about that, stared at his dick for a while, then
said, "And you'd like to watch us licking each other's pussies?
You'd like to see some red hot mother/daughter action, right?"

"Who wouldn't?"

"Sally doesn't want a lover, she wants a pussy slave."

"That would be fun to watch, too."

Janet giggled, then said, "Fun for you - fun for Sally, but I'd
be the one with her messy beaver in my face all the time. She'd
have me cleaning her up after sex, cleaning her up with my
tongue. I'd have my tongue up her ass when it wasn't in her
pussy. You're asking a lot, mister."

"I saw the way you looked at her messy twat, Janet. I don't think
you would have minded one bit, and I didn't see you draw away
from her hand. Pussies don't lie, either, and I'm feeling a very
wet one right now. I think one of your favorite fantasies is to
serve as Sally's pussy slave, and another is to get that clit
ring to complete your set."

Bingo. Don knew he hit pay dirt when Janet drew both legs fully
up, out, and down, frog-like, to offer a more open pussy for him
to play with. She then looked him in the eyes as she reached down
with both hands, drew the lips apart, and said, "Okay, pussies
can't lie either. Now, you can see my lie detector better. Now,
we can't lie to each other. So, what now? Are you saying you'll
masturbate me if I become her pussy slave and let her put a ring
in my clit?"

Don pulled the finger from her hole to toy with the clit she
placed on display. Don pinched the hood where the ring would go
and said, "I'll certainly put the bug in her ear. This clit needs
to be ringed."

"Go ahead. I'll hold myself open like this for it, and you can
watch while they do it. Masturbate while they do it. I'd want you
to, and I'd want you to cum all over me."

"You'll need a mask and snorkel."

She laughed at the image, then got serious and said, "What about
the pussy slave thing? I know you want that, too. Slave status
goes with the ring set. I'd feel funny just coming out and asking
after the way we've been. [She then acted out the part] 'Sally, I
was just thinking. Don't these rings come in sets - one for each
nipple and one for the clit? I'm feeling a bit out of balance. I
also heard that a three-ring set is a pussy slave set. Is that
true? Would I be your pussy slave if you balance me out?' Is that
how I do it, Uncle Don? I'm serious. How would I broach the
subject with her when we don't even talk unless we have to. I
never ask her for anything. I'd feel dumb asking for that."

"No, you'll have to build to it, win her trust. I can coach you.
Follow my instructions and you'll be dining on fuck between
Sally's soft creamy thighs in no time."

She giggled, then said, "That's gross."

Sending two fingers up her hole to the hymen, Don said, "Yes, but
it makes your pussy wet, doesn't it?"

Janet grimaced as the second invader made room for itself in a
one-finger hole. Once she made the adjustment, she said, "Pussies
don't lie. It's wet in there, isn't it?"

"Slobbery wet, an ocean."

"Good. I'm glad pussies can't lie. I'm glad you know. The truth
is, I can't wait to suck Sally's pussy for you, Don - Uncle Don.
I'd like to lick her nasty cunt right after you pull out. I'd
like to lick your cum off her sexy legs right up to her messy
beaver. Would you like to see a naked girl do that to hermommy?"

"Yes, and I'd like you to lick us while we fuck."

Don brought his dick pumping hand into play on the clit, and
began a short fucking motion with the other. Janet immediately
responded with, "Oh, god, make me cum! Rub harder, faster, finger
my pussy...ohhhhh!..."

Don had a squirming bitch on his hand. He rode out an orgasm that
was long overdue, then massaged her pussy while she dreamily
caught her breath. She slowly turned dreamy eyes on him, then on
his limp, unspent dick, then back to him, saying, "You didn't
cum. Why not?"

"I'm here to service the lady of the house. I can't be wasting
cum on mere pussy slaves."

She looked to his sad member, then said, "I feel like I used you.
Isn't there anything you want me to do? I'll do anything if it
won't get me pregnant."

"I enjoyed myself, Janet. I enjoyed myself very much. I wanted to
get close to you and become friends. I wanted to offer you some
relief and give you pleasure. I got what I came in here for."

Janet appeared teary-eyed as she looked into his eyes, saying,
"You are so sweet, Don...I mean, Uncle Don."

"Just Don. Uncle Don doesn't do a thing for me. Call me what you
feel like calling me. You can call me, Big Dick, Tripod, or Daddy
Dong if you want. My name is Don. You just be good to Sally so I
don't have to live with any tension while I'm here, and I'll be
happy. I know that sex slave stuff was just fantasy - good for
the moment."

Janet smiled warmly, then said, "You amaze me. You're right. I
love the fantasy, but the reality - I don't know. Who knows, the
reality might even be better."

"It wouldn't hurt to try it with her once. Seasoned dykes say
she's outstanding, and she does taste good. She keeps herself
clean and shaved."

"Yes, that's a big plus. You're right, I should try it at least
once. Yes, I think I should. Damnit, I'm going to do it. I owe
you something, and that's what you want, and that's all you asked
for....So, how should I be from now on?"

"For one, stop giving her shit. Act like she owns you and can
sell you to white slavers." 

"That won't be hard. I fantasize that, too. What else?"

"Let her know you find her attractive, sexy, desirable."

"How?"

"Compliment her legs. Use the term, sexy, when you do. Odds are,
you'll be shaving them from now on."

"I'd like that job. They are sexy. I'm a leg gal. What else?"

"Be openly affectionate, even fawning, like a dog."

"She'll know something is up if I do that."

"Yes, and for a while, expect her to push you away. You keep
crawling back. If you ever get the opportunity to kiss her pussy,
you act mesmerized by it, then lean in and deliver the kiss."

"Like you did."

"Yes, exactly."

"You seduced me."

"I relaxed you, but you can seduce her the same way."

"If she has me shaving her legs, I'll have plenty of opportunity.
I'll do it. I'll give it a nice kiss, and then I'll lick all
around, even inside the hole, and then I'll suck and keep on
sucking, especially on the clit. Is that the way it's done?"

"Yes, but don't be surprised if she pisses in your face."

"WHAT!"

"She'd do it, and wet sports are a big part of lesbian loving."

"PISS? Are we talking about that stuff that leaks into a toilet
after you take in too many fluids?"

"Yes, piss. Piss is sterile, Janet. You can safely drink it
unless the person has a bladder infection. The stuff won't hurt
you, and Sally loves lesbian piss games."

"Piss! She'll piss in my face - in my mouth?"

"Expect it, and don't pull away when you get it. Piss is a test.
A straight bitch will be repulsed, but a bi-gal or dyke will be
drawn to pussy water immediately. The piss test also tells them
how deep their partner wants to go, how into the lesbo scene they
are. A real lover of trench warfare loves being wet. If you want
to score points with her, start drinking at the first dribble,
and never show any hesitance."

Janet wrinkled her brow while saying, "Drink piss - actually
swallow it?"

"If you want to be Sally's playmate, you had best learn to love
the stuff, that and yucky fuck. Sally is hardcore. She's not into
the housewife or coed who just wants to dabble in trench warfare
but doesn't want to get wet. Sally wants to get down and dirty
with a commando bitch who shares her passion and knows the
score."

"Christ. I can see pussy slavery isn't all it's cracked up to be.
I never even thought about piss except to take a good one before
trying it with another girl. My biggest fear was that I'd lose
control of my bladder with someone's mouth between my legs. Shows
what I know, huh?"

"Janet, you are only sixteen. There's a whole world of sex that
you know nothing about. When I first met Sally, she knew even
less than you do, and she was eighteen."

"Oh well, I have plenty of time to adjust my thinking. You know,
now that I know that piss can't hurt you, it is kind of exciting
to think about - I mean, how degrading, someone taking a piss in
your mouth and you having to drink it all down - suck it out and
swallow like a human toilet."

"The subject is well-covered in the pussy slave manual, you
know."

"I can imagine. I'm surprised I never thought of it, but a master
would do that if she had a true pussy slave. Why use the toilet
when you have a warm face to sit on and soft lips to suck the
piss out with, and a tongue to wipe you. Fuck, this is making me
all horny again. [pulling the labia lips apart once again while
curled up to look into her vagina] Don, feel inside my pussy and
see if I'm all slobbery. Feels like it."

Don sent two middle fingers in and rummaged around under her
intense scrutiny. She clearly loved the level of intimacy and
openness they shared. As his fingers settled in, she made a
passionate face, purring, "Ummm, I love the way your fingers feel
inside my pussy. They feel a lot better than mine do. How horny
do you think I am right now, Don?"

"Horny enough to suck off a mutt in a crowd with cameras."

Biting her lower lip, she broke a smile, then said, "Not quite,
but if you keep that up, I'll suck a big doggie dick and swallow
whatever comes out in a crowd of relatives with video cameras."

"Kinky. I like that in a sixteen-year-old virgin."

"If you push in any harder, I won't be a virgin. I'll still be
kinky, though."

"Do you ever fantasize about fucking dogs?"

"I think all girls do. The thought has to cross a girl's mind
when she sees a dog's dick all the way out of the sheath, and who
hasn't had their leg humped and wondered what would happen on all
fours in the nude. When Mom was alive, we used to have a male
boxer, so I saw a lot of doggie dick. I never did anything except
touch it, but I did think about doing a lot more than that. Does
that turn you on, too?"

"Me, and ten million others."

"Have you ever seen it done?"

"Only in pictures. Bestiality porn is very popular, but the
models usually look like dogs. I'd love to see some with a girl
that looked like you. Got any."

"Yeah, right. My mom took them. Just kidding....Hey, maybe we
could make some. There's another bug for you. I'll do whatever my
master tells me to do. I think she'd order me to suck them and
fuck them to please you, Don. I know she would."

"And you wouldn't be upset with me if I asked her to arrange a
few shooting sessions so that we can film you in action with a
few horny mutts? I'm serious, Janet, I know people in the
business that would flip over a sexy young bitch like you."

Janet mulled this unexpected news over for a few seconds, then
said, "I shouldn't give my answer with your fingers up my pussy,
but I might say I mind a great deal if they weren't, and you
might not put that bug in her ear if I did that. We need to make
a deal, first. I lied. I used to masturbate three to five times a
day. If you'll match that, I'll serve my master, at least while
you're here."

"Deal, now answer my question."

"Just to be on the safe side, get me worked up real good and then
ask me again. Whatever I say, I'll live up to, I promise you
that, and I'll never say you took advantage of me at a weak
moment. That should insure that you get all the good pictures you
want - videos, too. How's that?"

Don stood wearing a big smile, and said, "In that case, I'd like
to eat you, and I want you to make me the best spread possible,
because I want tons of Janet porn out of this two weeks."

Janet turned to sit on the edge of the bed to face him, then laid
back and drew her legs back, knees in the armpits, her forearms
laid over the backs of each leg with fingertips laid along cunt
lips, pulling herself wide, saying, "You don't give a girl a
chance, do you, Uncle Don?"

Don knelt before the inviting spread and said, "Nope. You can
kiss that virginity goodbye, so we may as well throw in a few
two-legged studs in this deal. Who knows, before a week is up,
you may be able to handle Brutus."

Don nibbled and delivered little kisses to pussy flesh while
conversing, foreplay to a good eat-out, but Janet enjoyed the
playful buildup. She said while getting her clittie nibbled, "Oh,
shit. I didn't think about that, but a dog could deflower me as
well as a man can. Could we limit this to little poodles and no
two-legged studs?"

"Not if I have my way. They don't shoot doggie porn with little
poodles, Janet. If I have my way, it'll be a dog that takes your
virginity, a big fella. Some are as long as Brutus only not as
thick."

"So, you want my first fuck to be with a dog?"

"Absolutely. That picture would be pure gold."

"A virgin fucking a dog - pretty kinky."

"Kinky sells, so kinky pays, and you are right to worry. A dog
dick can do the job quite nicely, and you'd have the unenviable
task of telling your fiancee that you gave your cherry to a mutt,
or would you wait until the honeymoon and tell him after he
realized he wasn't the first?"

A few licks and Janet was dreamy-eyed, off in fantasyland,
saying, "Ummm...tough choice, but I would have to tell him the
truth, wouldn't I?"

"Absolutely. You don't want to start off a marriage with a lie."

"I'd never do that. What shall I do. If a dog is to have me
first, I suppose I must marry a man who doesn't mind that I mated
with animals."

"That would be wise. From what I hear, once a woman crosses that
line, she is ruined for humans and must occasionally seek out a
canine lover. Odds are, you'll bring one into the marriage and
bring him along on the honeymoon. The question will be, who has
the first rights - the man or the beast. They will both be your
mates. By rights, the dog came along first, so he should have you
first. The man should have to wait his turn."

"Naturally. My goodness. Finding a man like that will be next to
impossible. You are making this difficult for me, and I wanted to
make this easy for you to get all you want. You should get
started before I come to my senses. If that happens, I won't
spread my virgin legs for a dog, and you won't get your pictures
of me being deflowered by a mutt."

Don's mouth captured her entire cunt and made her eyes go cross
when his long tongue shot up her hole and licked the hymen in
question. She swooned, moaned, then said, "Oh, fuck. I am so
screwed. No man will ever marry me, now. Just place a collar
around my neck and put me to work in a breeding kennel as the
workout bitch."

Don ate and ate. She writhed and squirmed while elaborating more
on her workout bitch fantasy. The fantasy was dumb, unrealistic,
and more science fiction than erotic fantasy - typical adolescent
girl, masturbation, mind candy - but her workout bitch fantasy
clearly satisfied her vaginal sweet tooth. When her orgasm
teetered at the brink, he lifted off to say, "Janet, do you mind
if I ask Sally to set you up to do porn while I'm here, you know,
that super raunchy shit like you were talking about?"

Cross-eyed Janet looked him in the face and said, "No, I don't
mind. I'll do anything. Take all the pictures and videos you
want. I don't care, just make me cum...pleaseeeee, make me cum!"

He did, and then he stood over her rag doll form. Now, it was
time to tuck her in. He scooped her in his arms, laid her in the
bed, and drew her covers up. He then kissed her forehead. She
said, "I regret saying that, you know."

"I know. All women regret the things they say in the heat of
passion."

"I hope you know, that workout bitch thing was just a silly
fantasy. I wouldn't really want to live my life that way."

"I wasn't sure, but I can see where you'd have difficulties
nursing hundreds of hungry puppies with sharp teeth and no milk
to give, just tittie blood."

"They'd be sure to draw blood, and once they tasted blood from
those fleshy bags on my chest, don't you think they'd chew?"

"I'm sure they would, and that's probably why workout bitches
don't last long. Don't worry, I have nothing like that in mind
for you, and I'll have to think hard about whether or not I want
to take advantage of you. A lot will depend on how nice you are
to Sally."

"I'll be very very nice. You'll see. I swear."

"We'll see, but that's no promise that I'll spare you, or that
Sally won't think of it on her own. We know the same people and
great minds think alike. When great dirty minds see a pretty girl
like you with no clothes on, bestial porno pops to mind, that and
dollar bills."

"I'll live up to my word, Don, but please try hard not to do that
to me, and save me from Sally. Porn would ruin my life if it ever
got around, and mine would, especially that picture you want -
the mating of a virgin girl and a stud dog."

"You're right about that. Pictures and videos of you fucking the
mutts would get wide circulation and get copied a great deal. All
I can say is, I'll try. You get some sleep. Tomorrow's a big
day."

"A wet day."

"Count on it."

At the door, she stopped him when she called out, "Uncle Don,
don't I get to kiss Brutus good night?"

"No. Get some sleep."

He left smiling with the image of an older Janet finding photo
copies of her young self sucking on a big ole dog dick in her
son's dresser drawer. The girl was fucked, and the guilt he might
ordinarily feel about his crucial role in fucking her wasn't yet
surfacing, probably due to the fact that the kid invited such
treatment, or possibly due to her being just too damn good
looking not to fuck with and fuck over - the price one pays for
absolute beauty and sensuality - more than just compensation in
the grand scheme of things. Life according to Randy Don.

                                * * *

Sally had fallen asleep watching Jay Leno. Don turned off the TV
and climbed into bed. She awoke with his cock probing her
asshole. She awoke fast and rolled over to face him. Randy Don
was not dandy in the poop chute.

She got on her right side to face him, up on one elbow. She took
his right hand and brought it to her face and immediately broke a
smile. They kissed and she smelled more young pussy. Breaking the
kiss, she exclaimed, "You fucker! You ate her out, too. I wanna
smell your dick."

"You'll be smelling you, but go right ahead."

She abandoned the dick sniff and settled back, still on her
elbow, saying, "I take it things went well."

"Very well. We're buddies, and I think we can move the first
shoot up one day, say the day after tomorrow."

"No shit! What makes you so sure?"

"We discussed it, that and serving as a pussy slave, drinking
piss, clit rings, the mutts."

"You're shitting me!'

"We discussed it in the heat of passion. I'll still have to do
more work on her to get everything we want, but she is committed
to serving as your pussy slave starting tomorrow, and she feels
cheated out of a clit ring.'

"No way. I don't believe it.'

"I believe it, seeing how that's her number one fantasy."

"If she had that fantasy, she sure hid it well."

"When they're that young and inexperienced, they often mask what
they want as something they hate, especially if what they want is
something they shouldn't want. You most often see it in the way
young boys treat girls. You just read her wrong.'

"I'll be damned. Shit, I want to start right now. Why wait till
tomorrow. I'm hot and horny."

"Hold on. You have to let her make the moves, and you'll have to
wait, otherwise she'll know we share info on her and that it's us
against her. If she ever senses that, she'll clam up and go back
to being obstinate. Good cop, bad cop has rules, Sally."

"Damn! But you're sure she'll go all the way."

"If she and I stay best buddies, yes. She needs time to mull this
over and sort things out. I gave her a lot to think about. We'll
need time alone - time when she won't have to sweat you popping
in on us."

"I'll go shopping and leave you in charge."

"I thought you might."

"When?"

"Right after she eats you, drinks your piss, gets face fucked,
and shoved away - say nineish."

"What, at night?"

"Nine in the morning. I'm good."

"If all that goes down by nine, I'll call Paul's statue maker and
have him get started."

"You may be out by eight. I'm that good, and my girl is that
ready to demonstrate her willingness to serve."

"Well, momma Sally is ready to get it on with my little girl."

"I think you can forget being best friends with her. That doesn't
fit in with her fantasy, and she likes the rough treatment. If
she didn't, that kid would have been dialing 911 the first time
you touched her. She loves being sexually used, misused, and
abused to a degree. The rule is, she must receive pleasure from
it. There's the line you can't cross too often with one like her.
She'll only do what she wants to do. If she fights too hard, she
doesn't want to do it."

"I'm aware of that."

"She also likes placing herself in traps, so look for them, and
then use them."

"I hadn't noticed that trait, but I'll be looking for it.
Anything else?"

"We struck an agreement. She'll be nice to you for the duration
of my stay if I'll masturbate her three to five times a day. I'd
like to do this openly in front of you, so why don't you give me
the right to mess with her all I want as long as I keep my dick
out of her. It'll look right. You're trying to keep my big dick
around, using her as bait."

"Sure, no problem. Do you want to tell her or do you want me to
find a way to throw it into the mix?"

"I'll tell her that I dropped the hint, then she'll be waiting
for you to give the word. That way, she and I are conspiring
against you, pulling one over on you."

"I like this good cop, bad cop thing. Very clever."

"It is, but it can also backfire easily. You have to remain in
character and remember the plans we work out as we move things
along. One wrong step, and she'll get suspicious. Right now, she
suspects nothing, so she's not looking. If she looks hard, she'll
see right through us. Jig's up."

"What do you think will happen after you leave?"

"Hard to say. That depends on how she feels about the sex slave
game. She may tire of it quickly, or she may just be getting
cranked up. Maybe you'll evolve that close friendship you want. I
think it all depends on how much fun she has while I'm here
protecting her. She feels safe with me here. She'll go a lot
further with me here. She may go all the way and become
comfortable with you holding her leash or her hand."

"Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see how she responds
to the things we get into. I'll get that clit ring put in right
away. I should have gone for it when I had her nips done, but I
chickened out. Hell, the way she went on about a needle in the
nips, I figured one in the clit would kill her."

"Yes, do set that up while you're out. Let's do that tomorrow
night, maybe invite a few friends over to watch. The kid does
love showing her pussy. What is the most that ever saw her naked
and spread out?"

"Not many. I haven't done any partying here, just guys, and
usually one at a time. Paul won't tolerate any parties and the
neighbors are snoopy. I have to limit guests to what cars will
fit inside, no street parking. Three was the max, I think, and
that was pretty tame come think of it. I just took them to her
bedroom and drew down the covers to show them her tit rings. No
more than eight men have seen her naked, and only two have seen a
trussed beaver. How many are you thinking we should invite?"

"You invite a few couples; I'll invite a few of my porno friends.
We'll ask our invitees to car pool. Let's make it intimate, no
orgy, just friends gathered to watch a girl get a clit ring.
Let's not scare the fuck out of her, just give her a cheap
thrill. Let them know to dress up like they're going out, nothing
too fancy. After we finish, we'll go out and hit a few night
spots. We'll leave Janet snapped into something to keep her out
of trouble while we're gone."

"Let's just pray that the house doesn't catch fire."

"You had to say that, didn't you."

"Well, I'm responsible; besides, I'm her mommy. It's in a
mother's nature to protect their children. Can't we hog tie her,
gag her, and lock her in the trunk and take her with us?"

"We could get rear ended."

"Boy, don't I know it. Thanks for the wake-up. Say, why don't we
stake her out on the back lawn. Nothing can happen to her there.
She'll get cold, but we won't be gone long enough for her to die
of hypothermia."

"I'll find out if she has an aversion to cold. If not, we could
do that unless a cold front moves through."

"Great, then we have a sitter for her clitter. There's an eyebolt
set in concrete that used to be where they chained up their dog.
We'll lock her clit to that. At least her clit will still be
there when we return."

"You had to say that, didn't you?"

"Stop it. You're being over protective. Remember, you're not her
real father or her Gramps. Let me lock my bitch up, then we'll go
party with friends."

                               * * *

Sally awoke the following morning at six and went to make coffee.
Janet didn't usually awaken until seven and she was now on spring
break, so Sally threw her comfortable, unflattering robe on and
headed for the kitchen. There, she found coffee already made.
When she turned around, there was Janet wearing only panties - a
most provocative sight.

Sally quickly cleared her head and remembered her role, gave
Janet a curious look, then said, "What gives?"

"I just wanted to do something nice for you in way of apology for
the way I've been behaving."

Sally made a perplexed expression, then poured herself a cup of
coffee, then faced Janet who stood like a penitent with hands
clasped behind her back, making a striking image of
submissiveness. 

Sally sipped, maintaining her critical eye, then said, "Why the
panties?"

"Do you want me to take them off?"

"I want you to explain why that's all you have on."

"I thought you would like to see me this way. I thought about
coming out naked, but with only panties on, I highlight my nipple
rings."

"I'm going to ask you again, young lady, what the fuck is going
on? Cut the crap."

"All right, I got to feeling badly for the way I've been, and I
want to try and make up. I haven't been truthful with you, Sally.
I think you are very sexy, and I like a lot of the things you do
to me, including these rings you had placed in my nipples. I
don't know exactly what to do to please you, but I'd like to find
out and then do them."

Sally sipped her coffee, then said, "You sound sincere, but my
bullshit meter is red-lined."

"I don't blame you for doubting me, but let me prove myself."

"I need to think on this. Why don't you take Don his coffee. Lose
the panties, and if you really want to please me, put a smile on
his face, but not by making him cum. Take all the time you need.
Use your imagination. Do anything you like, but he had best come
out wearing a big smile and a bigger hardon. I'll just sit here
and think this through."

Janet held back a smile ready burst all over her face as she
hooked thumbs in the waistband and drew her panties down and then
off. She went to the coffee pot, poured a cup, then looked over
her shoulder to Sally and said, "How does he take his coffee?

"I can't remember. Probably black. If you do this right, his mind
won't be on coffee."

Janet moved past and down the hall, then into the master bedroom
where she saw her big Huggy Bear lying on his back, snoring away
with the covers off and a piss-on standing tall. She paused for a
moment to smile and stare at Old Glory, then set the cup on his
nightstand.

She climbed over him and straddled his loins, moving in place so
that his cock went up her front. She then eased down and slid
forward to slide her slimy pussy along the length of Old Glory.
Her pussy flowed over the ridges and valleys of his long shaft as
she eased herself along from balls to crown, back and forth
several times.

Don's eyes popped open and he looked wide-eyed at Janet, then
down his front to see what felt so damn good. There, he saw a
pussy sliding back and forth on the underside of his cock. Janet
said, "I brought you some coffee. My master sent me and said to
put a smile on your face."

He smiled big, then said, "My compliments to your master. Let me
smell your breath."

Still sawing her sloppy cunt over his log, she said, "Sorry, not
yet. She doesn't trust me. She's in the dining room, thinking
this over. Does this feel good? It does to me."

"I can tell. Your cunt is slobbering all over my cock."

She giggled, then said, "I am so fucking horny, Don. I wish I
could fuck you. I wish I could take all this great big cock up my
horny pussy clear to the balls and use my fucking slut cunt to
suck all the ball juice out."

"I wish you could too, sweetheart."

"I'll bet I can get the head in. She said I could do anything so
long as I didn't make you cum. Want me to try?"

"Go ahead and try, but don't hurt yourself or get too carried
away. Remember, that cherry is for the dogs."

She immediately got up and straddled his loins in a standing
squat while saying, "Yeah, I kinda figured you'd hold me to my
promise. I don't blame you. If I wanted something badly and
someone promised me, I'd make them pay up. [fitting the head to
her hole] Ready. Here goes."

Don linked his fingers behind his head and watched
dispassionately as Janet sank her weight on his cock head, but
the head was too bulbous and the shaft too stiff. All she managed
to do was look comical, like a girl trying to sit on a one-legged
stool. After several failed attempts, he said, "Squeeze all the
blood out of the head and then settle before the blood rushes
back in."

She tried that and it worked. She stood with three inches of
Brutus up her cunt and then held that skewered pose with her eyes
bugged wide. After a moment to get her breath, she said, "Wow,
what a strange sensation. I feel like I have a fleshy baseball
bat up my twat. How does any woman take all of it, or do they?"

"They do, even girls your age, but you have a hymen making you
feel bottomed out. Don't try to take any more or the doggie will
be sad puppy."

Janet smiled, then came forward and gently eased herself down on
his chest, still impaled. She got up on her elbows, looked into
his smiling face, and said, "We wouldn't want any sad puppies.
Don't worry, Huggy Bear. I've thought about it a lot and I want
to make that dog smile for you. I also want to be a good bitch
for my master, so put that canine bug in her ear as soon as you
can, okay?"

"Will do, sugarpus."

Janet, still impaled on his dick, was afraid to pull any out for
fear the head might pop out and she was unable to take more
because her cherry was stretched to its limit. After a moment of
silence, she said, "Now what?"

"I don't know. This was your idea. I have to piss."

"Don't you like it?"

"If I didn't have to piss, I'd love it."

"Do you want me to get off?"

"When you're ready."

"I don't know why, but I thought you'd be thrilled just to get
the head in. I guess you get all the pussy you want. I'm just
making a pest of myself, that's all I'm doing."

"I'm sorry, Janet, but until I shit, shower, and shave, I don't
feel much like loving. I guess I wanted to be at my best for our
first time, even our first attempt. I wanted to give you the full
treatment with lots of loving kisses and plenty of good foreplay.
You know, do it right and leave you with a fond memory of me. I
feel dirty first thing in the morning."

The smile was now on Janet's face as she struggled to get
uncocked. When the dick came free, she snuggled up to his side,
hugged him, and kissed his cheek. She said, "You're my Huggy
Bear. You always say the right thing. You always make me feel
good. I am going to be the very best bitch I can be for you,
Huggy Bear. You'll see, and you'll have lots of good pictures to
remember me by."

Now, he smiled big, kissed her forehead, then said, "That's my
girl. You just make that doggie a spread like you made for me
last night and smile into the camera as his cock breaks through
your hymen."

"I will, and I'll pull my pussy lips wide open so you can get a
good shot of his doggie dick buried in my pussy hole."

"Nobody shows pussy like you do, Janet. By the way, you'll be
getting that clit ring tonight, and I hinted to Sally that I
wanted to mess around with you. Don't be surprised if she issues
new orders today."

Janet looked puzzled and got up on her elbow, then said, "When
did you have a chance to speak with her? You said she was asleep
when you left, and she woke up first."

Thinking quickly, he said, "Yes, but after being with you, I
needed a blow job and woke her up. She kissed me afterward and
smelled pussy on my breath. We talked."

Now, no longer puzzled and re-snuggled, Janet said, "I would have
given you a blow job. I hinted enough, silly. I almost woke you
up with a blow job, but I wanted to feel your monster cock on my
pussy even more. Was she pissed?"

"A little, at first, but then she realized that I messed around
with you but returned to her for the real thing. She also sees
how me being able to mess around with you, benefits her. I stay
horny. I stay happy. I stay."

"She's using my tight young body to keep you at home, but keeping
all the good stuff to herself."

"Yeah, well, you'll get it second hand, all that she doesn't
swallow."

"Yeah, I can't wait to get that started."

"I can't wait to piss."

Janet got a devilish gleam in her eyes, then eased down to get
between his legs. She took his dick in both hands and said, "My
master's wish is my command." With that, she tried to get her
mouth over the head. She didn't have enough mouth, so she
squeezed out the blood and managed, but then a giant-sized dick
head re-inflated and filled her mouth, bulging her cheeks,
leaving no room for piss. If he let loose, the stream would go
straight into her lungs. 

Now, she looked even more comical with her eyes squinted, waiting
for the torrent. She looked like a girl with a fire hose in her
mouth. She realized this and got uncocked right away. Looking at
Don's smile, she said, "This isn't going to work. You'll drown
me, and if I just purse my lips at the hole, I'll spill some on
the bed. How do we do this?"

"We don't. I like to piss in a toilet, not in little girls.
You've done your job, now return to your master and make her
smile. She likes to piss in little girls, not toilets."

"At least go with me and smile big, then go to the bathroom. Get
me off to a good start with her. Tell her how good I was, or
tried to be."

                                         * * *

They entered the dining room together. Don was smiling ear to ear
when he came up and gave Sally a thank-you kiss and then
described how he woke up. He did not tell her about the fuck
attempt. Instead, he told a story of how Janet showed him her
pussy by squatting over his face and pulling the lips apart. 

He left, leaving Janet before her master, arms behind her back,
awaiting orders. Sally took a sip of coffee while studying the
girl, then set the cup down and said, "I don't trust you, Janet.
You're up to something. I just haven't figured it out yet. Tell
me. Did anything unusual happen after you went to bed last
night?"

"Yes. Don came to my room. He felt me up, stripped me naked,
fingered me, then ate me out, then left."

"I know. I told him he could amuse himself with you. I also told
him he can mess with you anytime the mood strikes him. He'll be
staying here for two weeks. Do you have a problem with that?"

"No, not if it pleases you."

"I'm impressed. If he ever cums in you or on you, I'll be pissed
at both of you, and I expect you to report any violations,
understand?"

"I will, and I will expect to be punished even if he rapes me."

"I am very impressed. Janet, I have decided to ring your clit and
invite a few guests over to watch it being done. I want you
looking your best, though you won't be dressed. Since your crotch
will be featured, I expect you to shave extra close and do your
nails and hair. You must be ready by eight. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I'll be ready, and I'll hold myself open for it unless
you'd rather bind me."

"No, I'd rather you held yourself open, that's why I want your
nails done. I wouldn't want anyone to think this was being forced
on you. Some of the people I am inviting are fairly straight
laced and wouldn't approve, but a mother who indulges her
daughter's kinky desires...well, that is worth watching. Do you
think you can look slutty and kinky for me tonight?"

"Yes."

"How will you do that?"

"Well, I'll keep my legs apart as much as possible, and I can
keep my chest out like I'm showing off my nipple rings. I can
move close to the guests and respond when they try to cop feels.
If you want, I'll try to get the men to fuck me, and the women to
let me eat them out. I'll be as slutty as you want me to be,
Master."

"Master! Excellent, now kneel and kiss your master's cunt, Bitch.
[parting her flannel robe and making a spread] Bite it, and your
ass is grass, and I'll be the mower from Hell."

Janet knelt close and placed her hands lovingly, reverently on
soft inner thighs. She smiled, and said, "A pussy slave would
never bite her master's pussy."

With that, Janet slowly eased in with pursed lips. Sally sat
stiffly, acting ready to deliver a slap. When lips touched clit,
the lips parted and pressed on. More kisses followed over other
areas, then snaky licks, then butterfly flicks, then laps, then
probing tongue stabs into the hole. 

Sally slowly relaxed and put her hand down, gripping the edge of
her seat when Janet's mouth covered the clit and she began
sucking. She said, "You amaze me, Janet. You do, indeed, seem
sincere. We'll see."

Janet knew what was coming, but that didn't prepare her for the
warm mouthful of piss she suddenly held in a mouth with bulging
cheeks. Her surprised face backed off by an inch and a steady
torrent of warm piss splashed off her stunned face. Janet didn't
want to look surprised or back off, but she couldn't help either
reaction. The flow was that sudden and intense. Sally moved the
fast-flowing stream all about the stunned girl's face, soaking
her hair as well.

Janet swallowed her mouthful and didn't die. Quickly gathering
her wits, she opened her mouth, captured the stream, and closed
in on the source. She stopped the leak but had to keep swallowing
to do so. Toward the end, she sucked and swallowed, and at the
very end, she nursed on the piss hole, then lapped Sally's slit,
and then got her face smeared with pussy as she held her head
steady - the face fuck Don made reference to but never explained.
After a few seconds, Janet understood perfectly. Her pretty face
did, indeed, feel fucked.

Now, Janet was ready to be pushed away, but Sally couldn't bring
herself to do it. Since no shove came, Janet returned to eating
pussy when the pussy settled down and stopped eating her face.
Sally returned to languishing under a delightful tongue job. 

Don walked out, brushing his teeth. He stood and stared, making
critical eye contact with Sally. Janet was not aware of him being
there. He shook his head. Sally gave him a look that said, "I'm
weak; what can I say?"

Janet ate pussy for ten minutes before giving Sally an orgasm,
which Janet lapped from the hole, and then went back to licking
to bring down another discharge of girl cum. Thirty minutes
later, Don was through with his morning ablutions. He entered the
dining room to find Sally flat on her back, wasted on the floor,
Janet still eating pussy, only now lying flat on her belly, both
lying in a puddle of piss on the hardwood floor.

He stood over them and caught Sally's dreamy eye. He said, "It's
women like you who give motherhood a bad name."

Sally smiled weakly, then said, "I don't give a fuck. She's the
best, the best ever, Don. This girl can flat suck a mean cunt.
You don't give me orgasms this good. I lost count at seven, and
every one was a killer cum."

Don could see how good Janet was. Though she'd been eating pussy
for forty-five minutes, she still looked ravenous and was after
more of the gooey stuff in the chewy center, sending her long
tongue repeatedly deep inside the splayed beaver of her new
mommy.

Janet was on her belly looking damn fine and he figured she
probably needed an orgasm. He pulled a chair alongside her cute
butt and reached between her sexy legs to trip her trigger for
her, but he found little fingers already at work.

Sally said, "I told her she could frig off. The poor girl was
suffering."

"You're too kind. Are you giving her that right, now?"

"No, just when she pleases me, and only when I say. Right now, I
think she's had enough."

Janet didn't wait to be told. Both hands emerged from beneath her
body and she placed them lovingly on her master's inner thighs,
then began a loving massage. Don said, "You have the good life,
Sally."

"Don't I, though. Do you wanna butt-fuck her?"

"No, I do not and stop trying to get me to molest that child.
It's not going to happen, Sally, and it better not happen by
anyone else while I'm here. You and your perverted friends can go
ahead and play your perverted games with her, but if any harm
comes to this child, if she cries real tears while I'm here, I'll
tear this fucking place apart and whip me some royal ass, and I
am dead serious, Sally."

Sally shoved Janet out of her crotch and struggled to her feet.
She merged her body with Don's and pouted, "Don't be this way,
Don. I'm just having a little fun. You know I won't hurt her or
let anyone else hurt her, not really hurt her. She's a lot
tougher than she looks. She can take whatever I can dish out. She
proved that. I just like playing games and having fun. I never
had a pussy slave before, and she likes being my pussy slave. Ask
her."

Janet stood at their side in her penitent pose, awed again by her
protector, her Huggy Bear. He looked to her, then said to Sally,
"I have no doubt she'd say she loves being your pussy slave. I
advised her to stop fighting you and surrender. She obviously
took my advice. She'll say anything and do anything to be on your
good side. You now have the pussy slave you always dreamed of,
just don't get carried away - and treat her right. She can always
revert to the brat she was. Neither of you wants to live with
that situation again."

"Advice noted. You're right, and she was wise to listen to you. I
would have whipped the spirit out of her, or she'd have run away.
We'd both lose. I will take your feelings into account, but you
must let me amuse myself with her or I haven't won anything."

"I understand that and so does Janet. She knows she'll never
leave home a virgin, and she'll have to engage in every manner of
perversion and be photographed doing it. She knows you'll ruin
her and she is resigned to that fate. Just be decent to her while
you're ruining her, and occasionally, do something for her.
Remember, you are her mother, now. Sometimes, you have to act
like a mother, and you can never forget that you are hermother."

"I know, and I like being her mommy. She just has to understand
that her new mommy is a perverted slut, that's all."

Janet was about to cum from leg squeezes as they both looked to
her, halting the squeezing abruptly. Don said, "Was there ever
any doubt in your mind, Janet?"

"No, but I love her anyway. Sally is my mother and my master, and
I will love her in both roles. If ruining me gives her pleasure,
then I want her to ruin me in any way she pleases. I will
cooperate to show my love and devotion."

Sally came next to Janet and hugged her in a firm side embrace,
saying, "See, Don, we have bonded as mother and daughter. You
have nothing to worry about. [facing Janet] Kiss me, you slit
slut."

They entered into a deep soul kiss, a real slobber swapper,
grinding their nude bodies together while cupping each other's
asses. Indeed, they had bonded. When the kiss ended, Don said,
"Well, you certainly kiss as mothers and daughters should. I'm
hungry. What's for breakfast, and don't say, pussy?"

Sally said, "Janet, make your substitute father some breakfast. I
need a long, hot bath. I'm going shopping. [stopped at the
hallway entrance] Don is in charge in my absence. Remember what I
told you. And, Don, you can play with my daughter, but don't soil
her with your seed. Your seed is for me. Oh, after I finish my
bath, I'll want you to soil me."

                                         * * *

After Sally entered the bathroom, Janet leapt onto her Huggy
Bear, wrapping her legs around his waist. She kissed him all over
his freshly-shaved and smelling of Old Spice face, then laid one
on him, right on the mouth. He held her butt and allowed her to
swab his tonsils for a few seconds before laughingly disengaging,
saying, "To what do I owe this inappropriate expression of
gratitude?"

Janet leaned back in his arms wearing a beaming smile and said,
"You're my Huggy Bear, and you really do care about me."

"You weren't paying attention. I set you up to be ruined on
film."

"Yes, I caught that. You are as subtle about getting what you
want as I am about wanting to suck cock. Gee, I wonder if she got
the hint."

"If she didn't, she will while she soaks. That still doesn't
explain why you're so pleased with me."

"I was ruined when Sally married my father. She made that clear
while I ate her out. According to her, my father is only straight
between his legs, and only when thinking of me as a ruined slut.
By the way, he's one of the ten million you mentioned."

"I might have guessed. Living under the same roof as a girl like
you would give any man ideas. Still, you have to take everything
Sally says with a shaker full of salt. She may be advancing her
own agenda and just assuming he'll like it or learn to like it."

"Either way, she'll ruin me and Daddy will find out. No, I love
my Huggy Bear because you tried to keep her from hurting me,
ruining my life and making me miserable at the same time. You
care about me, and don't say you don't."

As he looked into her lovely face with those large loving eyes,
he knew she was right. He could never deny the fondness he felt,
but he still wanted her ruination put on film, and he still
needed to make a bundle off her manipulated ass. He was in quite
a quandary and getting a hardon which was already pressing
against her ass as he said, "I do, but I'll still allow Sally her
plaything. I still want my pictures, and I'd still like to fuck
the stuffin's out of you."

"I can tell that you're not lying. Lift me up and set me on it.
Sally wants me to fuck and get knocked up, and I want to see what
punishment she'll meat out if I steal your seed from you."

"Yes, but I want my Rover-gets-a-young-virgin shot."

"Well, you'd better set it up for this afternoon, because I think
Sally wants me to get fucked tonight. She wants a lot of things,
but they mostly fall into the slut category, and she wants to get
started right away. She said she'd whip my poor pussy raw if I
have another period. That is whipping in the worst way. I could
do without her pussy whippings, so I need sperm, lots of sperm. I
want lots of your sperm, Huggy Bear. If I have to bear a bastard
to make her happy, I want your bastard."

"Your new mommy is a nasty little slut, isn't she?"

"Yes, but she has sexy legs and a great tasting pussy. I can live
with nasty. What I can't live with is a sore pussy that I can't
bear to touch."

Setting her on her feet, Don said, "Well, I can't live without
breakfast, and you have orders. Get busy or I'm going to tell
your master that you need disciplining in the worst way."

Janet pouted with a protruding lower lip, then broke a smile and
said, "All right, but mess with me while I make you something.
Remember, we have a deal."

Don poured himself a cup of fresh coffee, saying, "I'll mess with
you at my convenience. Get to work." He smacked her butt then
headed toward the kitchen table.

Taking his seat with a view of Janet as she went about her
chores, Don sipped and studied the provocative displays she
offered as she did all she could to sexually entice him to come
and play. Her attempts were cute, bordering on pathetic, and
reminded him of a bitch in heat.

Janet wouldn't even put on an apron to fry the bacon, so that
little chore was not only cute, it was painfully pathetic. One
good splatter caught most of her right tit and set her to dance.
Another sizable drop landed right on the tip of her left nipple
and made her yell. She recovered and looked to Don, saying, "Next
time, you get cold corn flakes."

He smiled and said, "That's what I wanted this time, but since
you're this far into it, eggs and bacon will do."

She gave him a stern look while threateningly holding a dripping
spatula, then said, "You Huggy Bear asshole."

Don smiled and, while sipping his coffee, he realized how much he
liked this extraordinary woman/child that he was about to royally
fuck over with Sally's help. He also thought about how much money
he could make in two weeks. Torn was an understatement.

The breakfast was great, the bacon perfect, nice and crisp like
Janet's left nipple which had a blister that needed popping. She
had an ice cube on it. She sat kitty-corner to Don, sitting on
the corner of her chair like a saddle-sore cowboy so that her
Huggy Bear could see pink pussy parts while eating hisbreakfast.

Don appreciated the view and she noted where his eyes kept
venturing. She said, "Damn, my master is going to be so pissed at
me for fucking up her nipple. I've never had a blister on my
nipple before. What should I do? I can't leave it like this."

"After breakfast, I'll drain it for you. Keep the ice on. That'll
help."

She smiled warmly, further melting his heart. Don placed the fork
in his left hand so that he could scratch her vaginal itch a bit;
plus, her pink display drew his finger like a magnet. When his
index finger touched her clit and easily slid down and into the
hole, Janet straightened, swooned, leaned back, and made one of
her please-finger-fuck-my-pussy spreads by placing both feet on
the corners of her chair and laying the knees down.

Don smiled and gave her virgin fuck hole a short two-finger
workout, saying, "You're pathetic, do you know that?"

"Yes, but I don't care. Make me cum."

"I'm just checking your oil."

"Am I low?"

No, you're flowing over. [she giggled and looked] Janet, your
life is about to take a radical turn. Don't you have any
reservations about this?"

She looked up, thought, then shrugged, then said, "I guess, but
my only option is to run away from home. I don't want to do that.
I'm comfortable here; besides, my father would disown me if I
ever ran away. He's rich, and I'm the only heir. I'm not stupid.
If I were on the street, chances are I'd get ruined even worse. I
know I'm molester bait, pimp bait, porno bitch bait, only people
who don't love me and fear my dad won't be nice to me."

"You have a point, but you can always go from here into a
sheltered environment, even go to college, make your own way. You
are also glamour bait, doctor bait, lawyer bait, millionaire
bait, and you do have people like me who will look after you. For
a doll like you, Huggy Bears are a dime a dozen."

"Are you making me a serious offer while finger fucking me? If
you are, again, I'm not stupid, and I do know what you like -
woof woof. I may be a natural blonde but I aren't stoopid, Huggy
Bear."

"No, you're not. Good point. I guess I just feel terribly guilty
because I know where you're headed if you remain on Sally's path
of fun and ruination."

"I do, too. She likes to talk while a pussy slave serves her
carnal desires. She doesn't hide much, or hold her bladder in
much. Look at my belly. [highlighting her mounded belly] This is
a morning pee along with a pot of coffee. Piss better not be
harmful, or I'm dead. Actually, I love being her pee pee toilet,
but I didn't count on vulgar tattoos or having sex with my
father. Evidently, he'd like to pork me and not use a rubber."

"I can't say I blame him. How does that set with you?"

"I'm still here, aren't I? When you came in, I was still eating
pussy, wasn't I? Actually, that part didn't set too well, and if
she is right about my dad getting off on knocking me up and using
me like a slut, this will be tough. I have never thought of my
father in a sexual way; besides, I'll bet he has a teeny weeny.
In fact, I know he does. I never saw it hard, but I've seen it
soft. Daddy's dick is about the size of your thumb - whoopee. I
need a whopper like Brutus. Speaking of Brutus, would you mind
moving your arm so that I can see him better?"

Don smiled and shifted to allow her to see his erection, then
abandoned his fingering to display it for her while leaning back
in his seat. Janet was sorry to lose the fingers, but wide-eyed
on seeing Brutus. She set her feet down and leaned over him,
placing both hands on the beast as she marveled, "God, your cock
is gorgeous. Can I suck it?"

"I'm trying to eat."

"So, eat while I suck."

"I find that distracting and very rude behavior from a young
lady."

She laughed just as she was about to engulf the head. She
couldn't stop laughing, so she abandoned the effort and just
jacked the shaft, saying, "Rude behavior, right. I suppose, now,
you don't want to see a young lady virgin get fucked by a mutt."

"I'm willing to back off. I'm willing to keep Sally from going
there. All I need is for you to tell me you don't want to go
there."

Janet released his dick and sat back in her chair to observe him,
still with her legs wide, but with critical observation. Don knew
he had raised suspicions. After a few moments, she said, "What is
going on, Don? Why are you backing off just as I am willing to go
all the way? You started this shit. You planted all the bugs in
my head."

Don set his fork down and faced her with both hands on her knees.
He looked at her beaver, then into her face, then said, "I know,
and I regret doing it. I feel like I'm propelling you down a life
path you would never have gone down, and my motives were less
than honorable. I want the mutt thing primarily for the money
I'll get for setting it up."

Janet watched his cock slowly lose pressure and droop like a
deflated bag. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What does it
mean when a penis deflates if a hardon reflects the truth?"

"It depends on what's said. In this case, a droopy penis
indicates sincerity because we're not talking dirty or about the
possibility of Brutus getting wet."

"Oh. Sincerity, huh. Ok, Mister Sincere, now I'll be sincere. You
can't get me to do anything I don't want to do, no matter what
you say. You're a man. I will never fully trust you. Sally can
because she's a woman, but I still decide what I'll give her and
what I won't. With her, it's a bit of give and take. I'll
tolerate some things I hate to get some things I want, and I will
trust her on some things, not on others. What I'm saying is, stop
feeling guilty and go back to being a man, my Huggy Bear with a
Brutus cock. Let me worry about Janet."

Don smiled big as she went on, "And if you want to see a dog fuck
a virgin, or just make a few bucks off it, you'd better act
quickly, because I think Sally plans to pass my sexy ass around
tonight. If I have to choose between satisfying my Huggy Bear and
pleasing my master, guess who gets pleased?"

"Well, then I guess I'd better be waiting with a towel draped
over Brutus when Sally emerges from the bath, then hadn't I?"

"I would if I had a Brutus between my legs. Can I join you? You
both need licking, don't you?"

Don got up but placed a hand on her head to keep her in her seat,
saying, "I need time alone with her so that I don't look like a
hypocrite, plus, I want to get that bug planted exactly right so
that she thinks it's her idea. You know too much about men
already. You just stay here and get yourself in trouble by
playing with yourself."

She looked up and back as he departed, then said as he
disappeared from sight, "I will, so drop a bug for her to sniff
my naughty fingers."

                                    * * *

Don entered the master bath just as Sally stepped from the tub.
He tossed her a towel and said, "The kid is smarter than I
thought. I'm not sure who is taking advantage of who."

Sally toweled and smiled, then said while doing her back, "I got
the same impression. What I can't figure out is why she has taken
so long to take advantage. The girl has been famished for pussy,
and I have been all but force feeding it to her with her jaws
tightly clenched. Now, she does a total one-eighty."

Don sat on the toilet lid and dried Sally's legs for her, saying,
"Maybe she just needed that gentle push, and now she's off and
running."

"Maybe. So, what now, Mr. Answerman?"

"I guess we party. She appears to be ready for anything and
everything. Why play games. The only thing is, if she ever learns
that we played a number on her, she might get pissed."

Sally had been playing with his dick which was now rampant, so
she straddled the toilet with Don on it and fed Brutus into
herself. She had to work at it as she'd washed out all of her
natural lubricants, but she soon had him in all the way.

After the effort, Sally needed a rest and simply sat with Brutus
buried to the balls. She looked into Don's smiling face and said,
"I doubt she'll ever be pissed - disillusioned, maybe, but not
pissed. Why are you sweating it? I have to live here."

Sally began doing slow lifts and squats. She always did like
controlling the action, so Don just sat back and let her, saying,
"I'm getting to like the kid. She calls me her Huggy Bear. She's
dying to fuck me, suck me or fuck me. The kid loves Brutus."

"Her eyes are bigger than her twat. Give me a plan, Huggy Bear.
How do you want to play this? You may not know what you're doing,
but your methods work."

"For one, she needs that cherry popped, and I want a dog to pop
it. That means, in addition to a clit ringing, we need to arrange
a mutt session for tonight."

"That leaves out the Kensingtons; although, that could be
interesting. They're friends of Paul and practically raised
Janet. Susan Kensington and I hit it off. She's bi. We hit it off
good, and she told me how she has fantasized about Janet for
years. She almost went for it a number of times. That's why I
thought she'd like to see the ringing. It would give her a good
long look at the kid's snatch."

"But you're not sure she'd enjoy watching her get bred."

"She probably would. It's Ben, her husband. He's Paul's best
buddy, and he keeps close tabs on Susan after dark. She can't
come without him."

"If he has a dick, I think I can speak for Ken."

"Can you assure me that Ben won't speak to Paul? Mutts were never
part of the deal. I'm not sure he wouldn't be furious with me.
You don't put a mutt on Paul's little princess."

"If Ben gets to fuck Paul's daughter, yes, he'll probably keep
quiet about the mutt. Is Susan possessive?"

"Not a bit."

"Who else is on your guest list?"

"A couple I met in San Diego and did some swinging with a few
years ago. They're cool, so cool they swing with their kids. They
might even want to bring the kids along."

"How many and what ages?"

"Four, all under fourteen - two boys, two girls. The youngest is
a nine-year-old girl that can take half of Brutus. The
fourteen-year-old is a doll like Janet that can take Brutus to
the balls, or damn near."

"Shit, then I'd like to meet them."

"Chances are good you will. The other couple is Phyllis and Bill
Bradshaw, a couple I'm trying to seduce. They both turn me on.
They're newlyweds, early twenties. Phyllis does my hair. Her
husband works there, too. I want them both. I need a good ice
breaker to get a threesome going. With the doggie business, we're
talking ice crusher."

"Suppose they don't like their ice crushed?"

"I'll risk it. I can always go to another salon. They'll know
this is a sex thing. If they're not into sexual exhibitions,
they'll bail. Once any of my people get here and see Janet get
her ring, they'll be in the mood for anything involving Janet.
What about your people? How low down on the social ladder are
they? Are we talking dirty old men in overcoats?"

W"e're not talking Rhodes scholars, but they can clean up, and
two have porno sluts that can pose as wives - hell, they are
wives, they just don't belong to my friends. If you want everyone
coupled up, I can invite two men, two women, but there are four
men who run this business as a joint enterprise. They'd all like
to be in on this."

"How much control can you exert?"

"They'll play by my ground rules."

"Then invite all four."

"We need to decide what the ground rules are and then let the
pros go to work."

"Well, I say we lay on the dog action and let her do some man
fucking afterward. I'm going to do a bi number with her just to
give Phyllis ideas and light a fire in her panties. The rest can
join or abstain, but let's set eight as the start time and
midnight as the end time. That way, my people will be under
pressure to act or miss out. Your people should have no problem
getting in all they want. My ring man will take payment in Janet
pussy. Hell, that's what he wanted for the ring job."

"I didn't want an orgy, but we may as well strike while the iron
is hot. Once she is an ex-virgin and possibly pregnant, there
isn't much chance she'll try to return to old ways. Besides, she
appears firmly committed to this course."

"She convinced me, now cum deep so I can feed her long andslow."

"Your timing is perfect, just pick up the pace and put your
fingers in your ears to hold the cum in."

She did, and it all stayed in. When she eased off the cock, she
pinched her labia closed, saying, "Now comes the test of a true
pussy slave. We'll see if her fantasy is strong enough to carry
her through this evening's festivities."

"I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. She loves pussy, and is
dying to try sperm. The two together should be sweet ambrosia to
her."

"It was to me. Ready?"

"Ready."

                                    * * *

They found Janet sitting on the sofa with her legs drawn up frog
fashion, naturally, caught in the act of masturbation, going to
town with one hand rubbing furiously on her clit, the other with
three fingers plunging away at the hole. She didn't even notice
their arrival until Don stopped her hands.

When Janet opened her eyes, she saw a stern mistress scowling at
her while holding her pussy lips closed. Janet turned sheepish as
Sally yelled, "When I get home, I'm going to whip your cunt good,
now get on your knees and eat me. Unsoil my loins, you little
slut!"

Janet got to her knees before her master. Don sat in her place on
the sofa. Sally stood with her feet out and let go of her pussy.
Thick fuck belched from her cunt and began rolling down both legs
before Janet's wide eyes. Janet stared at the mess for a few
seconds, long enough for the run on the left leg to reach the
knee before leaning in with her tongue out to catch it.

Don got to see the lap that saved the knee, and the expression on
Janet's face as she drew the yucky slop into her mouth. Not
exactly sweet ambrosia, but not exactly puss off a baboon's ass
either. It was clearly somewhere in between.

She took another, then another, and another until lap followed
lap in quick order leading to the lapping of the slit. She lapped
the freshly-fucked slit for a while before zeroing in on the
hole, lapping fuck from the source. Sally was in ecstasy. Don
grew another erection. Janet was back to playing with herself
unknown to her master.

Once Janet had to use her talented tongue to go digging deep for
fuck, the show took on a new level of vulgar eroticism. Sally and
Don watched in awe as the young girl dined on fuck like a
starving refugee. Sally could barely remain standing. Don wanted
to shove his dick up Janet's ass, for that gorgeous ass was
between his knees and he watched delicate fingers enter the hole,
both holes. The little bitch was hot, bucking for a fucking.

After a ten-minute eat-out, Janet must have captured every drop
of pussy juice and every last sperm cell. Sally finally had
enough and walked away on wobbly legs, leaving Janet wanting to
follow on her knees. Don gripped her hips with his knees to hold
her in place.

Sally addressed Janet, saying, "Now, clean him while I get
dressed."

Don relaxed his grip. Janet turned around within his legs, eyed
the messy cock, and smiled. He said as Sally left the room, "Bon
appetite!"

Janet licked Brutus and his two companions from stem to stern and
back, then sent her tongue up Don's asshole. She jacked him,
sucked him, jacked while sucking, and sucked each nut into her
mouth while jacking. When Sally emerged fifteen minutes later,
all dolled up and ready to leave, Janet was still playing with
Brutus.

Sally stood behind Janet and established eye contact with Don who
now looked a bit sheepish, realizing that he was about to be left
to a man eater. Sally smiled and then said, "I'm leaving now.
Don, don't let her run the house or violate my rules. Discipline
her if you must. In fact, she has a cunt whipping coming. Handle
that."

She went to the front door, paused, then turned and said, "I
suppose I should pee before I go."

That was all Janet needed to hear. She crawled to Sally on her
knees, got her head under the tight skirt, and Sally took a piss.
Not a drop spilled.

After Sally left, Janet faced Don with a wet smile and a
mouthful. She crawled back to him, got close, opened her mouth so
he could look inside and see the amber lake, then after he
watched, the lake drain. She licked her lips and said, "God, I
love serving that fucking slut. Thanks for turning me on to piss,
Huggy Bear."

"You're welcome, my little trench commando."

Janet climbed onto his lap and straddled his loins, pinning
Brutus with her snatch, saying, "Well, how did it go? Am I
getting fucked by a mutt tonight?"

"Yes, and you'll have quite an audience to watch. We figure
fourteen not counting me, Sally, and the dog."

"Fourteen? Really? That makes sixteen people in all. Shit, I
didn't count on there being that many. I just figured on the ring
guy, the dog guy, you and Sally, and maybe a couple of Sally's
guy friends."

"Is that a problem?"

"Sixteen is a lot. I've never been seen by more than three. Shit,
sixteen! Anyone I know?"

"I think you know the Kensingtons, right?"

"Sally would not invite them - would she?"

"She plans to, yes."

"She's crazy. They'll freak. My dad will find out before he's
ready to find out, and he may never be ready for what you guys
have planned. He'll rush home. I'll be grounded for life, and
Sally will be history. You have to stop her, Don. She's gone
nuts."

"I think she knows what she's doing. Susan is bi, you know?"

"Susan Kensington is bisexual? No way!"

"Sally would know. They've gotten it on."

"No, I would know. That can't be. Susan was my mother's very best
friend. If Susan were bi..."

"Mommy was bi. Now you know why you are. What's so hard to
believe about that?"

"Don, my mother was...no...couldn't be...could she be?"

"I would think so, but why not ask Susan right after you two get
through sixty-nineing for us."

Janet appeared deep in thought, awed by the news. Don let her
absorb the news. When Janet was ready, she said, "My mother was a
hypocrite if she was getting it on with Susan all these years.
Then again, she never tried to steer me away from women, just
boys. Still, she acted so straight and proper, filling my head
with moral bullshit."

"Mothers do that. Sally is the exception. She uses reverse
psychology. She fills a daughter with slut thoughts because she
knows she'll do the opposite and be a good girl."

"Good strategy....So, Sally thinks Susan and Ben would like to
see me get it on with a mutt and a bunch of guys....I think she's
wrong."

"She might be, but we're going to offer Ben a piece of your ass
to keep him quiet."

"Ben fuck me? I can't picture that...on second thought, under
those circumstances, assuming he stays and watches, he might. I
know he wants to. He is very touchy feely lately, and if everyone
else is getting some...and Susan and I get it on...you know, I'll
bet he would. Oh, god, Don, that would be a trip, me and my Dad's
best friend, fucking. Did Sally say I'd be getting fucked by the
men?"

"She said she'd invite them to have a piece, yes. I know the four
men I'm inviting will, for sure. The ring guy will. I'll give it
a shot once you're loosened up. That's six right there."

"Oh, Don, yes, you must, and cum inside my pussy. I want Ben. I
want him bad. I want pictures of me and Ben getting it on."

"Pictures your daddy might find?"

"Might? He'll find them. I'll see that he finds them. Sally will
see that he finds them. Odds are, she'll fax them to him, those
and others. According to her, she and my dad fuck and fantasize
about me being a slut. She said if he had proof that I was, he'd
have no qualms about using me, too. If my dad knew Ben was
getting some, I doubt he'd have any problem. He'd probably have
no problem getting sloppy seconds after Ben."

"I thought you weren't interested in hopping on pop."

"No, but my master is. I am too, in a kinky way. He is my father,
you know. They want me in bed with them. Kinky, huh?"

"Oh, yes."

"Can you imagine? My father fucking me while Sally sits on my
face."

"Yes, but when I imagine it, Sally just got fucked by a mutt."

"You're sick. I like you....Say, Don, do you know if Sally ever
got it on with a dog?"

"I don't recall, but I'd bet she has or will without much
prodding."

"Ummm, wouldn't that be a picture...me licking them while they
fuck and then eating her out after the dog pulls out...my father
watching...jacking off to it?"

"That would be something. Janet, you have a filthy mind. Did
anyone ever tell you that?"

"Yes, my mother, countless times. She'd catch me masturbating, or
catch me with stinky fingers, and then demand to know what I had
been thinking. She caught me a lot, and I could not lie to her
without her knowing I was lying, so I told her exactly what I'd
been fantasizing about in minute detail - embarrassing as hell,
let me tell you."

"I take it your fantasies were not as tame as you led me to
believe."

"When I was ten, they were pretty tame. Since puberty, especially
since high school, they've been pretty kinky for a girl my age.
You heard one - my workout bitch one. I've had to tell Mom that
one a dozen times, and with all the juicy details. You just got
the Readers Digest version. Now, I know she got off on hearing my
most private thoughts and fantasies after Susan planted those
ideas in my head to see what would germinate. I'll bet she shared
the fruit with Susan. I'll bet they frigged each other off to
them, and then got in a sixty-nine to eat what leaked out.
Fucking hypocrites. They could have, at least, invited me to
play."

"Fucking hypocrites."

"No shit! That is exactly what they were up to. They were doing a
number on my head, working together like you and Sally are with
your dumb good cop, bad cop routine. God damnit, I'm going to
fuck their husbands."

Don's mouth fell open and she shut it for him with a warm smile.
He slowly made a smile to match her smile and said, "So, how long
have you known?"

"I didn't have a clue until I saw the expression you just made. I
was just checking out a hunch. That's rotten, Huggy Bear."

"Yes, very, and I wanted out and wanted to let you off the hook.
You convinced me that you wanted this shit. What will you do,
now?"

"My momma didn't raise no fool. I'm going to fuck a god damn dog
in a large crowd while the act gets recorded for posterity. I
hope my future husband finds a copy posted to his bulletin board
at the plant, and my kids keep getting them stuffed into their
wall lockers at school. What Linda Lovelace did for cock suckers,
I plan to do for mutt fuckers. Mom would have wanted that. I hope
she's watching from wherever she is, and I hope she has some kind
of pussy to stimulate over there, because this is going to be one
hot fucking mutt-fuck show. What are you going to do, Huggy
Bear?"

"Watch - watch, and make a bundle. My momma didn't raise no fool,
neither." 

                                        The End

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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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