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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Bridget Nelson Fan Club
Date: Tue, 15 May 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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                 The Bridget Nelson Fan Club
                        By: Phil Phantom

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                [ Super Sale Now Going On ]

Right after the varsity cheerleading practice ended, and all the
girls were headed for the showers, Bridget heard her name being
called out by a man at a distance. A man in a suit was waving her
over to the tall chain-link fence that closed in the football
practice field. She knew better, but curiosity got the best of
her, and there was that fence. He did know her name, and he wore
a business suit. He didn't look like a bad guy. He looked like an
insurance guy. She stopped well shy of the fence and said, "What
do you want?"

He seemed very nervous as he rattled off a canned speech, saying,
"I would like to offer you a very easy and pleasant job making
one hundred dollars a week for a few hours of your time one night
each week. Would you be interested?"

"I'm not a prostitute. I'm a minor. I'm a virgin. I'm a Wildcat
cheerleader and a good Christian...though I don't attend any
church. Anyway, the answer is, no, I don't fuck."

She turned on her heels and heard, "Bridget, you don't have to do
anything you don't want to do. You may do everything you would
like to do, and no one will ever touch you,...except to shake
your lovely hand and thank you while handing you ten ten-dollar
bills - [ that stopped her ] - ten twenty-dollar bills for the
first time - [ that made her think ] two-hundred for four hours -
[ that was the same number she came up with ] - fifty dollars an
hour to do nothing more than look as pretty and sexy as you can
possibly be for ten very responsible men with references who
absolutely adore you. We are the Bridget Nelson Fan Club."

Bridget turned around after hearing the word fan club. From then
on, she was nothing but intrigued. She stepped closer and could
reach out and touch the fence, but she stopped to study this man
who adored her - absolutely adored her - and wanted to see her be
as pretty and sexy as she could be for four hours. He was kinda
cute - nice smile - love-puppy eyes roaming all over her lovely
body.

"My name is Chuck Greenwood of Greenwood Life and Casualty. I
believe your father knows me. I am on the up and up, and I am not
ashamed to make you this offer. I would make the same offer and
explain all details in front of both of your parents. I just
wanted to talk to you first."

She said, "Okay, I'm interested - Chuck."

He smiled, and said, "You know, I have never seen you up this
close. I watch every game just to watch you. We all do. We watch
and take way too many Bridget pictures, but we are all of the
opinion that you can't have too many."

"I have never noticed a group like that, and I would notice."

"We spread out so we won't be conspicuous. Believe me. You do
have a fan club - a very devoted and dedicated fan club."

"I believe you. Tell me more."

"We are at every home game, just to watch you. We meet between
games and we share our pictures and our feelings, impressions,
and I'll be perfectly honest...we often share our Bridget sexual
fantasies. You are a dream that comes to life on a football
field, and sometimes you prance close by, but I have never seen a
dream look so real as you do when you stand this close. I'm
sorry, Bridget. I didn't mean to get weird on you and make you
feel uncomfortable. I should not have said those things."

Bridget felt very warm and very mushy between the legs as she
came right up to the fence and put her fingers over his fingers
that were coming through the links and were on her side. That
made him look up - then down and into her top, which was right at
the fence, right under his nose as she said real sultry and sexy
like, "Does this look and feel more real - Chuck?"

Chuck swallowed hard while staring at the naked upper swells of
her breasts, counting Bridget tittie freckles to blow them all
away at the next meeting. That was what he told her when she
asked what was so interesting on her chest. That surprisingly
frank and candid reply tickled her, made her ego and her chest
swell, made her feel sexy and horny as hell, and made her press
her chest into the fencing until there was Bridget tittie flesh
on his side, and he had four open links worth that he didn't know
what to do with until she said, "Go ahead. Feel how real."

He employed all fingers and ran them reverently over bulging
breast flesh as Bridget said, "I have two giant freckles you may
be interested in counting."

Chuck got hold of himself, stepped back, put his hands in his
pockets, and said as Bridget stood back a bit confused, "Bridget,
I am having a very difficult time holding it together. I don't
think I was the right choice to make this initial contact. I
think they sent me because I look the least like what we are;
plus, I know your father. Fact is, I think I am the worst
possible choice because I have the worst case of the Bridgets.
I'm blowing it bad, Bridget, real bad."

She looked to his tented slacks and smiled, saying, "They say a
stiff dick is the sincerest form of flattery. If that's what
you're talking about when you say you are blowing it bad, you're
not blowing anything on this side of the fence. I'm not getting
wet and sticky...not that getting wet and sticky would blow
anything. Chuck, you're doing fine. Relax. I just wanted you to
see that I'm only a girl, a regular real girl."

"No, Bridget, you are a young goddess, a young sex goddess. To us
you are. I feel like I have touched the breasts of a goddess."

"You stroked the upper titties of a Wildcat Cheerleader. Trust
me. They have been stroked before, all over, by dirty little
hands. They've been sucked, nibbled, lightly bitten, lightly
chewed, squeezed, molded, slapped around a little, because I like
a little rough stuff. I like to feel my titties, especially my
nipples. I love when somebody reminds me that I have sensitive
nipples. I am very proud of my nipples - Chuck. If you love these
cute tittie freckles, you would love my nipples. I hinted
strongly enough, and scared you away."

He smiled warmly, relaxed, and said, "You are very real. Thanks,
Bridget. I really needed that."

"I could tell. Now tell me what I have to do to earn this two
hundred bucks. I am very interested, and I do need the money very
badly. Lay it on me, Chuck - plain street English. What must I
do, and what do you have on your Bridget wish list?"

"There are ten wish lists, Bridget, and they vary, but most want
everything a man can imagine in a sexual fantasy involving a
drop-dead-gorgeous sixteen-year-old girl. Nobody expects to get
any sexual wishes fulfilled. For our two-hundred, we want to see
all of you, and see what Bridget does with a naked Bridget."

"WHAT I DO? NAKED? Are you saying you want me to masturbate for
you? [ him bashfully nodding ]...for four hours?"

"We wish you would for some of that four hours, but we want to
spend four hours with you while you are naked, and we would like
to take pictures, and we'd like to talk about our favorite
subject with our favorite subject. That's it. Take off your
clothes, sit with us, talk with us, relax, do whatever you like,
and let us get some good Bridget pictures to jackoff to. Four
hours; two-hundred bucks."

"Is masturbation required? Before you answer, if it isn't, you
won't get it. If it is, you might or might not. I'll have to
think hard about that. Naked and talking, I could do.
Pictures...I suppose. For that kind of money, you should get some
good pictures. I can strike sexy poses for you, at least they are
sexy in a uniform. I should think very sexy without anythingon."

"Will you pose in the positions we'd like you in?"

That jerked her head back, widened her eyes, and made her go,
"BEAVERS! Are you saying you want me to offer you beavers?"

"Well, let's be honest. We're not a glee club fan club; we're a
sexy girl fan club made up of seasoned, mature, hardcore
perverts. The part of a sexy girl like you we are all most
interested in is that special place between the sexy legs - pussy
- specifically, Bridget pussy, the ultimate in pussy. The part of
that pussy we are most interested in is between the pussy lips.
We'd love pictures of the hole in Bridget we all dream of
entering in a variety of ways, what we call the juicy core of
Bridget - what some lesser beings prefer to call the fuck hole of
Bridget. As their chosen spokesman, in all honesty, I must tell
you straight out and honestly - WE want great close-up pictures
of your wide-open cunt that shows the fuck hole WE are all aching
to fuck."

Honesty that was that honest and graphic was like a deep lick
though the slit followed by a wet, farty, raspberry to the clit.
Bridget had a powerful ache coming through the core of Bridget as
she absorbed that bit of shockingly vulgar honesty that he would
not be ashamed to share with her parents. No, they were no glee
club fan club. She squeezed her thighs together like a
cheerleader who had to pee real badly and said, "Damn, Chuck. You
hardcore perverts do have a way with dirty words. You're making
my damn pussy wet and itchy."

He smiled while watching her do thigh squeezes, and said, "Feel
like masturbating?"

"In front of ten men like you with cameras trained on my fuck
hole in a wide beaver."

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm the best looking member. We
decided to put our best pervert forward hoping to make a good
impression. I'm eloquent. The others talk nasty."

"What are they, dirty old men?"

"Dirty old men come in all ages and don't look dirty. Your father
could be one. Rumor has it he is, but he's not social. The social
kind, my kind, dream about great pussy, but we don't get much of
any kind of pussy. We are the dream team, world-class jackoff
artists with first class inspiration and great taste in young
girls. Of all the pretty young girls in the city, we picked you
to be our goddess, the girl we'd most like to taste."

"Phew...I think you are trying to get me to masturbate on school
grounds."

"Is that against the rules?"

"In a Wildcat uniform it is. This is against the rules. I need to
be going, but you need to tell me whether masturbation is or is
not a requirement. I'll be honest. You should make it one. If I
had to, I probably could. Same with the poses you want. If that's
what I have to do, then I have to. I need the money that badly,
and I would probably do it, but I won't do anything without my
parents okaying this. I won't go behind their back, and I won't
do anything they haven't approved, but they are pretty cool and
liberal parents. If I want to do this, and they can be satisfied
that no harm will come to me, I'm pretty sure they'd go along."

"We are prepared to satisfy any demands they may have to make
this thing go down and be a regular thing. We want to meet with
you once a week. We're talking a hundred bucks a week, steady
income. You can pick the time and place. We will want to make you
and both parents happy so that we can make this a regular thing.
That's what we're after. We want a regular thing, a weekly
meeting with our goddess, parents relaxed and okay, everybody
happy."

"Masturbation and poses. Make a decision, Chuck."

"Do you think they'd go along with both?"

"I don't know. I would think they wouldn't care about the
masturbation. I'm the one who has to do it. The beavers showing
the core of their daughter might freak them more than the
daughter. If they could be assured that those pornographic photos
will never see the light of day, or be free of my identifiable
face - it's my beaver - my fuck hole. I'll show you guys my fuck
hole. Take all the fuck hole pics you want. They might be
concerned with who might end up looking at their daughter's fuck
hole."

"Photos in the hands of ten independent free agents with various
levels of trust and responsibility can never be guaranteed. If
they took such a guarantee, they'd be foolish. If you don't
consider that, you'd be foolish, but these pictures would be
illegal. That is your best safeguard. Whoever has them, won't
want them to ever get out. We want your beaver and your pretty
face, so we have an issue. We must have Bridget pictures - face
and cunt together, or as close as we can get them without you
straining your back."

"Damn, Chuck! I think you need a totally uninhibited gymnast. You
have a relatively modest cheerleader, and a shy one when it comes
to showing her fucking fuck hole."

"You look limber enough to curl up and lick your own cunt. Can
you? Do you? We wonder?"

Looking a bit too proud and smug for a girl her age having just
been asked such a series of questions by a strange man while
still in uniform, Bridget said, "I have come awfully close and
could probably lick my fuck hole with a little assistance, but I
sure wouldn't want any pictures like that floating around, or any
that are even close."

"I would have to say that is a must, and I'll go out on a limb
and say you must assume and hold all poses required of you, and
allow all the pictures we want to take of any pose, even assisted
poses."

"Now we're taking a hard line. I must have said or done something
to give you encouragement."

"Yes, you got very horny at the mention of vulgar pictures. We
don't need to require masturbation if we get pictures and poses.
Preventing you from masturbating will be the challenge, but we
are not a group of fools. If you want to masturbate, we'll hold
your legs apart for you, and help you get a good look at your own
asshole while you finger-jab your fuck hole and jiffy-rub your
clittie. Is that how you do it?"

"Yes, Chuck, I think that's how we all do it - the tried and true
finger-jab/jiffy-rub technique. I suppose the no touching rule is
out, now?"

He thought about that, smiled, and said, "Bridget, if we didn't
touch you, I think you would feel cheated. We will touch, but you
always have the right to say, 'You stop touching me there with
that for now.' And we have the right to try again later, or use
something else some place else - a long wiggly tongue inserted
deep into the soft, coral-pink, and juicy core of Bridget,
perhaps."

The strange man was killing her strangely. Bridget, clinging to
the fence, squeezing thighs, suddenly felt a man's lips at her
lips with a long wiggly tongue wanting in. She kept her eyes
closed and parted her teeth to let the nasty thing in, though one
never knows where the tongue of a pervert has been. Her mouth
filled with wiggly tongue showing her mouth what a pervert's
tongue could do inside her fuck hole. Bridget pressed her lips
through the opening and took all the tongue she could get, trying
to show a pervert what her pussy would do to a pervert's tongue.
She never felt anything like that and soon had her pussy pressed
to the fence. His two fingers felt for the vaginal crease and
found the clit, then rubbed it fast and hard as she pressed in
hard, top and bottom - cheerleader glued to chainlink like a
horny monkey getting some rare primate nookie behind the
zookeeper's back.

This obscene, highly dangerous activity did not go unnoticed, and
just as Bridget reached her climax, she heard the voice she was
afraid she might hear call out, "BRIDGET! YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT
FENCE...BRIDGET! GET OFF THAT FENCE!"

That cut short a great orgasm only because Chuck sprang back.
Bridget took a deep breath, let it out, eased down, then called
back, "He's my Uncle Chuck. I haven't seen him in years. I'll be
right in, Mrs. Garvey."

Mrs. Garvey wasn't buying it. She waited right there with folded
arms. She knew what she saw - Uncle Chuck indeed. Bridget looked
to Chuck who was passing his card through, saying, "I knew I'd
blow it, but that's how to reach me. The conditions stand, and I
will talk to your parents if you wish, but they will stand with
them to. If we can't get this the way we want it, we'll dream.
See you at the game, sweetheart. Oh, and we'd like to see more
ass, lots more."

She smiled, and said, "Pervert....Bye, Uncle Chuck."

And she was off prancing over to Mrs. Garvey. When she got there,
Mrs. Garvey said, "You're Uncle, huh? I wonder. Would your mother
know this Uncle Chuck?"

Remembering that sometimes a good defense is a good offense,
Bridget put her arm through a stiff arm of Gail Garvey's, hugged
that arm, and got them moving as Bridget said to a confused
coach, "Not to change the subject, Coach, but I have been
troubled lately by these very erotic lesbian fantasies. Well, I
was wondering if that's normal...and, I need a mature woman who
may or may not have had some experience with other cheerleaders
who are plagued by these wicked dreams. I hear you are very very
easy to talk to, and I hear you talk so good."

Now walking like close friends, one might say, bosom buddies,
Gail said, "Of course. We should talk...intimately...openly. Now
would be a good time. If now is a good time, and you talk very
good, your mother need never know you tried to fuck an uncle you
don't have through a chain link fence you don't own."

Bridget halted them and smiled like a naughty girl, then said
impishly, "Ms. Garvey...Gail...can I say something very nasty to
you...whisper it in your ear?"

Gail smiled knowingly and offered her ear. Bridget put her lips
to that ear and said, "You are a fucking cunt, and if you don't
want everyone to know you are a cunt sucking cunt, you keep your
fucking slit-licking mouth shut about who I fuck through
fences...okay...bitch!"

Bridget left Coach Garvey standing with her mouth open. The coach
never heard anything so nasty. That offensiveness was a good
defense, and that parting face lap that took a broad swath from
ear to ear, stopping to thoroughly do the open mouth like an open
cunt, left Gail smiling and thinking all was not lost. A
different approach, perhaps - kneeling perhaps - the leg licking
slow approach beginning with a little foot worship. Yeah, that
would impress her. That always gets them in the mood to get their
little slits licked.

Bridget thought of little else for several days. Several times,
she dismissed the whole thing as too crazy and too dangerous,
then she'd masturbate and think - why not. The risks made it
great. Ten men were ten fold the risk - great times ten. She
would then think about the down side and how little control she
had when she gets horny. Suppose there had been no fence. He was
lucky there was a fence made of linked steel and that didn't stop
them from having sex. They did have sex, great sex, the best sex
Bridget ever had with a man old enough to be her father. 

Bridget never thought Frenching a man would feel so great, better
than kissing a jock, or a jock's jock with the jock's cock still
in it on a dare in underwear. Goddamn that was good!

Bridget was never so horny in her life, and all because she knew
she had a ten-man, seasoned, mature, hardcore, pervert, fan club
and they were all itching to adore her, and she did so love being
adored - fuck hole especially. If they only adored half as good
as Chuck and looked ugly as a fucked monkey butt, that still had
to be better than adoring yourself ten times a day.

Four days after the offer, Bridget decided she had to go forward
and take the offer to her parents, just lay it out, hold nothing
back, and express her wish to at least do it this once for
two-hundred big ones. She then had to chose a parent. Both were
easy to talk to about anything, both open-minded, both liberal,
both risk takers to a degree - hedged risk takers.

Her mother would be the easiest to get this by, so Bridget
decided to take this to her father. The thought being that she
could sell this to him better than his wife could, and if he was
sold, she'd be triple easy. Plus, rumor has it that he might be
one of them. Could be.

Bridget had the perfect opportunity after school on Thursday. He
was home, the mom wasn't. Bridget was in her room masturbating
again, trying to build the courage to start something wrong. What
to wear for a sex talk. Getting him horny would be wise. Mood was
important. She hadn't done a bra and panty stroll-through in
ages, and it had been years since she did an underwear lap talk.
Undies on the lap always made his dick hard. Shit, she thought,
when was the last time? Did I even have tits? Did I wear a bra?
Was it just panties? Damn, was it that long ago - six years ago?
Can I even get away with that, now? Suppose he says, "Bridget, go
put something decent on, then we'll talk." 

Not with the right bra and panties, so Bridget got up and found
the perfect set - an inappropriate gift she got to keep. Uncle
Fred - what a card. They needed him in their club. He'd give
Chuck a run for the presidency.

Bridget put the gossamer and lace, see-thru undy set on and saw
naked girl. Well, this was a little less obvious than going out
there naked, but did say slut wanna fuck where naked would just
say girl wanna be free - naked and free. What would he do, she
wondered, if I came out naked and said, "Daddy, I need to talk to
you about a sexual matter, and I want to be naked to do it. May I
lie on your lap, please?"

No, he'd let me talk naked, but we'd be seated at the table. No,
this must be a lap talk, and I have got to look sexy. So what if
he thinks slut wanna fuck. The slut does wanna fuck. That's what
we need to talk about. The daughter is feeling like a slut and
something must be done about it. We can do this in a controlled
setting with responsible adults, or the slut takes the goodies to
the streets and takes potluck. Keep it straight and honest,
Bridget. Lay this problem in his lap. That's what fathers are
for. They are the guardians of pussy and reputations. Moms just
want to have fun while spoiling everyone elses fun.

With the magic underwear on, and snugged into place, everything
showing through just fine - pussy fully aroused, nipples erect,
all systems go, Bridget took a deep breath, squared her
shoulders, let the breath out, and marched right up to her father
reading the newspaper in his easy chair and flopped backward into
his lap, crushing the news. He pushed his reading glasses up,
looked at what he got, looked up and down the length of what he
got, pausing to note the aroused pussy and erect nipples, then to
the face to say, "What's up?"

"I have a problem, a sexual problem - a big one."

He surveyed her body again, then said, "You're giving me one."

She chuckled and parted her legs because he kept going back to
looking at the pussy. Now, they were both looking at pussy
through nothingness. He said, "Is that the problem area?"

"Yeah, all this area right in here."

"That would be your vaginal area, the inflamed area."

"Inflamed and wet, very wet?"

"Well, can I get you a roll of paper towels - a dry pillow - a
bail of hay?"

She laughed, then struggled up to give him a hug, and while
hugging him, she said while he extracted the crushed news, "Thank
you, Daddy. You are making this so easy for me. Believe me, this
is so difficult. At least starting was. I'm fine, now, thanks to
you."

"Honey, what is it? We can talk about anything. You know that."

Bridget felt great, now, and settled back. As an after thought,
she opened her legs wide - two feet wide at the knees with her
vaginal area titled up into the bright light of a strong reading
lamp. That placed the entire crotch area out in the open and open
for discussion. That wet, aroused pussy was the topic of
discussion. Daddy was sure it must be pregnant, so sure that he
said, "That pussy looks mighty pregnant."

"You have very good eyes if you see pregnant pussy on a virgin."

"Oh,...my mistake....I thought I saw a feet of a fetus sticking
out."

Bridget giggled and looked for little feet, then decided that he
took the clit for fetus feet and said, "That's my clit."

"Ah, yes, the clit. Nice clit."

"I like it."

"So, what's the problem?"

"I'm horny all the time, way too horny to function in normal
society as a virgin with a fair reputation - fair and getting
worse all the time."

"Are you looking for permission to be sexually active, or do you
need better toys?"

Bridget cracked up. He was not usually this funny, but he was a
riot under pressure, and he was under great pressure. He did have
a throbbing hardon and was breaking a sweat. A search for fetus
feet by pulling aside the panties, then toying with and pointing
out the clit put the pressure on. Leaving the pussy out, and
still toying with the clit kept the pressure up and kept his eyes
on the pussy play. That play became more and more like
masturbation as Bridget brought her other hand into play and used
that to show the pink core of a horny daughter.

Bridget was unaware, but she was about to masturbate on the lap
of a major fan of female masturbation - a MAJOR fan, going way
back. He'd rather watch a sexy girl masturbate than fuck her. To
encourage this one, he massaged her left inner thigh with a
reassuring hand going in slow passes from knee almost to pussy
with the panties pulled off to the right side. That reassuring
stroke did make Bridget feel like he wouldn't mind at all if she
just went ahead and got into some heavy, serious, self-fucking
right there on his lap in bright light. She felt very much at
ease using two hands on the pussy they were staring at in
pregnant pause silence, simply because they both loved watching a
sexy girl play with her pussy more than talking.

After five silent minutes of casual finger-jab/jiffy-rub
technique, Bridget wanted to finish herself off very badly, but
she also wanted to keep a good horny mood going to help her
through their talk, so she forced herself into idle speed and
just kept up a good vaginal massage, which was more for vaginal
display purposes than function. 

She displayed the pussy very well, all the coral-pink areas, the
core of the virgin that ached so badly, the clit that gave relief
so well, and those cute wrinkly inner lips that make it all so
very photogenic and sexy cunt-like. He got to know her pussy very
well, see the problem for himself, and encourage the obvious
solution by reaching into her nothing of a bra to massage her
chest for her. He knew how to do a girl's nipples very well. He
also did a girl's asshole like the rumors were very true.

That didn't help her hold at an idle. That got her pussy moving,
wanting more attention than it was getting. Pussy was jealous of
asshole, and wanted more hole attention. The pussy seemed
determined to get it and had gobbled up two middle fingers to the
palm, but Bridget held fast and said, "Daddy, a man representing
a group of ten seasoned, mature, hardcore perverts who claim to
be the Bridget Nelson Fan Club made me a very interesting offer
that I can't get out of my mind because my horny pussy won't let
me forget it."

"Pussies can be that way. What was the offer?"

"Two hundred big ones for four hours of posing naked for pictures
and conversation about Bridget with Bridget. I think they want to
talk Bridget into masturbating for them and their cameras. If I'm
naked and like this, and ten horny naked men are taking zoom
shots of this, especially this area my fingers are in, what they
call the core of Bridget, or the fuck hole of Bridget, I think
they are going to get tons of Bridget masturbation shots - tons
and tons."

"Hummm, I wouldn't mind having a few hundred pounds."

"Really?"

"You are a very sexy girl, Bridget. You'll probably never be
sexier than you are right now, and you still have that virgin
thing going for you. Masturbating virgins are hot stuff."

"Even masturbating virgin daughters?"

"Honey, you are still a sexy girl. I don't think it's any secret
that my dick is hard. The stock report didn't do that."

"Naked virgin daughter, huh?"

"Playing with her very sex and photogenic pussy, yes."

"Is it photogenic?"

"Very."

"What makes it photogenic?"

"Well, you have pussy stuff in there, not just a slit with an
opening at the base. You offer a lot to feast the eyes on. The
lens is just the eye of the camera. These men made a wise choice.
How did they see your pussy?"

"I don't think they did. I think they are going by legs and ass.
They are Wildcat Cheerleader fans - my fans. I guess they figure
the pussy must be great, too."

"Great legs make great pussy. I saw you mom's legs and knew that
had to be one fantastic pussy. I wasn't disappointed."

"Are we similar?"

"You look like a photo copy of your mother at sixteen, between
the legs you do."

"How does she look now?"

"Let me just say that when you get to her age, you should be so
lucky."

"Great! So, what do you think? The guy who heads this thing and
the guy who made the offer says you might know him. He's willing
to speak with you and Mom and satisfy any demands you may have,
but the photos aren't negotiable. They get all they want of any
pose they want or no deal...oh, and this is a weekly deal, but at
one hundred a week. I get double for the first time."

"Who made the offer?"

"Chuck Greenwood of Greenwood Life and Casualty. I have his card.
Do you know him?"

"I know of him. I've met him. Seems like a decent sort. What
about the others?"

"He gave me the impression they were experienced hardcore
perverts - child molesters, perverts, kid-rapers, flashers that
sort, but with references and very responsible. He said I'd be in
complete control and could stop anything by saying stop that."

"I've been watching this pussy. What would you stop?"

"Right now...a red hot poker."

"Hummm, I'm not sure I want you in charge."

Now, he was seeing female masturbation and loving what he was
seeing as Bridget said, "Daddy, right now, I don't want any say
so. I want you to put Chuck in full charge and order me to obey
his every wish and command."

"I think that might be the best way to go."

Clearly not expecting that response, she cried, "WHAT! Are you
serious?"

"I would feel much easier if there were a responsible adult in
charge. I think I can trust Chuck more than I can trust you with
the pussy you've got. With you in charge, this pussy is in
charge. With this pussy in charge, it's anything goes. I know I
can sit down with Chuck and arrive at reasonable limits that will
give those men what they want without giving them everything they
could possibly want."

"Daddy, are you serious, I mean really serious? Would you
honestly do that...give those men what they want?"

"I am very serious, Bridget. If you go, you should go in prepared
to do everything you are told to do to the best of your ability -
no questions asked. Chuck will have your mother's and my support.
You may assume that anything he orders you to do was
pre-approved. If he over-steps his bounds, he'll lose our trust
and the first session with the sexy little Bridget may be their
last shot at Bridget fuck hole. He'll have that to consider, plus
we will be generous. We will bend over backward to give them
those things they most want, so there should be no need to step
out of bounds."

That got her going good, writhing while fucking herself. She
moaned, "Oh god! Dad, Chuck wants to fuck me. They all want to
fuck me. That is what they most want - to FUCK ME - HERE, RIGHT
HERE - RIGHT IN THE CORE OF MY CUNT!"

"I am well aware of that. If he didn't insist, I would. This cunt
needs fucking, right in the core. If your mother saw this cunt,
she would insist. She'd say, 'Her cunt must get fucked and fucked
well. We insist you all fuck our daughter in the cunt if nowhere
else, but damnit, you will fuck that horny girl in the cunt or no
deal!'"

Talk about bending over backward. That girl went monkey fuck on
him. Grace Nelson entered the house and went totally unnoticed.
She caught everything he said, then watched Bridget go monkey
fuck on him while he tried to keep her on his lap so he could
watch that cunt action. As she settled, Grace gracefully eased up
and stood looking down on her. He was so absorbed in examining
her spent pussy, he didn't notice the wife watching him do it
until she said, "Looking for your wedding ring, Hubert?"

His violent reaction catapulted the spent, rag doll body of his
daughter eight feet. She rolled three more right into the TV, not
hard, but the TV stopped her from completing another roll. That
fucked-monkey toss snapped her out of monkeyville and into
livingroomville with a mother helping a flung child to her feet.
Once on her feet with the undies all skewed and not covering
anything they were ill designed to cover, the mother said while
putting the pussy cover in place, "I take it I wasn't supposed to
see or hear any of that."

Bridget said, "I couldn't decide whether to come to you or Daddy
with this problem. Since you weren't here, I came to Daddy, and I
laid my problem in his lap."

"Well, did he fix it or break it?"

"He came up with a solution I hadn't thought of, that's for
sure."

"From what I could see, you were all for it."

"What he came up with made a lot of sense at the time - a lot of
sense."

"And now?"

"Well..."

Hubert interjected, "I was talking trash to her to help her get
over the hump. She got to talking sex and got herself all turned
on. Next thing you know, I have a masturbating daughter on my
lap, needing help getting over the top. What you heard and saw
was my help, and that's all it was, Grace...I swear."

"So, Bridget just started masturbating in your lap. You were just
sitting there minding your own business, being a good listener,
hands to yourself, and she just starts masturbating, having
herself a ball, but she got stuck. She needed her Daddy, the
female masturbation expert ready with a finger for her ass."

He looked rather sheepish and busted, so Bridget came to his
rescue, saying, "Go easy on him, Mom. I started it. Yes, he made
it awfully easy to get carried away. I will give him that, but I
loved every bit of it, and he mercifully carried me over the top,
then dumped me like yesterday's news with a dead fish wrapped in
it. Now, I feel used and dumped, and I want my Mommy. Daddy bad;
Mommy good."

That had everyone laughing or smiling, and when Hubert arrived,
group hugging. Grace rubbed both their backs while saying, "No,
Daddy not bad, and Mommy not all good. Most of the time, Mommy
bad; Daddy good. Mommy very good at not getting caught, but Mommy
needs to go because Mommy has no panties on and there is
something trickling down her legs that shouldn't be trickling out
of a faithful wife, so with that semi-confession to even the
score, the bad Mommy and naughty wife will take her leave so she
can hurry up and wipe her cheating pussy before her husband finds
out it is."

She turned and took two steps, but a third was halted by the
stiff-arm hand grip to one of her arms as Daddy said, "Hold on
there, Miss Kitty. You get back here, stand still, and trickle
for your daughter."

He made her stand in front of her amused daughter as she pleaded,
"Oh, please don't make me trickle in front of my innocent
daughter."

"She is not innocent, and she is very curious about the pussy
between her mother's legs. She wants to see what kind of pussy
she's going to have when she grows up and gets married. [Bridget
plopped right down and sat cross-legged at her mother's feet,
looking for a flow of evidence to appear] I think this is the
perfect time to show her what type of pussy she'll have."

"Please don't make me lift my skirt well above my waist with my
feet planted wide. Not now, Hubert! This would be the very worst
time. You know how impressionable she is. I'm her role model. If
she sees this pussy, she'll become a model cheating wife. That's
very bad, but what makes this worse is, [covering her face with
hands] Oh, I am so ashamed."

"Grace! What did you do?"

Slowly uncovering a face that wasn't at all red, she said, "I let
the man I cheated with shave all the pubic hair off. Now, my
pretty pussy looks like a cheating slut's cunt. I can't let
Bridget see a cheating slut's cunt between her mother's legs. If
that were to happen, she'd shave her pussy and start walking and
talking like a fuckin' slut."

Bridget was loving this impromptu banter, a parent passion play
put on just for her amusement, and she was dressed for it, and
seeing good trickle. Bridget absolutely loved this nastiness
coming from responsible yet liberal adults. Her parents were so
cool and getting cooler by the moment, and her mom - her cheating
slut mom - had a shaved bald pussy - a cummy, runny, shaved-bald,
recently-fucked, slut's cunt. Oh boy!

Daddy said, "I'll tell you what I'll do, cheating wife. I'll
leave this up to Bridget, but you must do as she wishes, to the
letter. If she tells you to step wide, yank it up, and pull it
open, you step, yank, and pull. If she feels like examining that
slut cunt of yours, then you stand there and let her examine away
until she is satisfied that the sex organ between your legs is,
indeed, a cheating slut's fucked cunt. Agreed?"

"Absolutely, for I know my Bridget would never subject her dear
sweet mother to that level of crippling humiliation and
degradation, not to mention that exam thing that would surely
reveal the true nature of my sex organ. Ask, but I know exactly
what she'll say. She'll say, 'Mother Dear, you may go.' She
certainly would not look me in the face and order me to step,
yank, and pull my cunt open for a thorough exam. Ask her. She'll
show you. Ask."

Looking to the amused daughter, Daddy said, "Bridget. What would
you like your mother to do? Look her right in the eyes, Bridge,
and let her have it."

Bridget tried holding in the excited smile as she settled back on
stiff arms and made a beaver while watching cum trickle down both
legs. She slowly raised her eyes to meet her mother's excited
smiling eyes, then said, "Step way wide, take everything off, and
open up your slut cunt for a very thorough sex organ inspection,
Mother Dear."

Grace acted shocked, mortified, incensed, beyond words, beside
herself, but she began taking off everything, saving the skirt
for last. She looked very sexy and had love bites on her titties.
A hard tittie sucker got hold of her. When she was ready to drop
the skirt, had it unfastened and unzipped, she looked to Bridget,
and in a serious tone said, "I hope you know that if I am forced
to drop this skirt and expose my true self to you, that is the
mother you will have from now on. I can play it either way, but I
can't go back and forth. I'll be honest. The real me will
thoroughly enjoy this if you are as thorough as you sound and as
eager as you look. On the other hand, I can keep hiding my true
self from you. I have done it for sixteen years. I can certainly
do it for two more and insure that you get a normal eighteen
years of good parenting. Then again, if you've had enough of that
and you are feeling like a big girl wanting to play with the big
kids, just say, 'Drop it, slut!'"

Bridget smiled while thinking of something to do that would be
equally cool, then had a great idea and got into a new position.
She got on her belly and low crawled slowly, inching her way to
her mother's legs, going for the right that was cummy to the
ankle. Both parents looked to each other, wondering, what the
fuck is she up to as Bridget arrived at the right foot and began
planting kisses and delivering fawning licks. When her fawning
foot worship arrived at the ankle, she sniffed at the cum drop,
then licked that cum drop. She then slowly and sensuously licked
at the run, working her way up the inside of the right calf,
lovingly licking the soft skin of her mother's sexy leg.

Grace looked to Hubert with sultry eyes that said, "Oh fuck,
Hubert. I have raised my match."

Hubert was loving this, and watched intently along with Grace as
Bridget licked her way up to the skirt hem at the right knee,
then crossed over to catch the cum run at the left calf, lapping
that up to the hem, but the hem was now advancing. As the hem
advanced, the lapping tongue advanced until Bridget had to raise
up on stiff arms to reach the messy mid-thigh areas. 

Grace would not be dropping, she would be pulling the skirt off
overhead, but this still might stop, and Bridget still might not
want a new mom. No one was sure what she might do when she had to
deal with the very messy close-up inner thigh area and the cunt
itself. She was at least making her decision a dramatic and
suspenseful one - but that was Bridget. She would do something
like that either way.

Hubert saw things the same way and drew encouragement from
Bridget going as far as she did and still seemed intent on going
all the way with it, which he very much wanted to see her do. The
last time he experienced anything this exciting, right after, he
yelped, farted, and dumped it on the floor. He did want to see
that very much, but the kid needed a hard dose of reality,
because she was thinking of diving head first into a world of
kinky adult sexuality, depending on a parental safety net to
catch her each time she falls, not that they wouldn't, but the
safety net was no longer a broad catch-all net. 

In reality, Bridget's safety net was two parents running around
blindly with their arms out, wondering where she'll come down. He
didn't want to piss all over her exciting adventure, and they
probably wouldn't with the proper assurances and a foundation of
trust in the men involved, but he was serious in that she
couldn't be trusted, and she needed to lose faith in the parental
safety net concept.  

As Bridget neared that critical inner thigh area on the right
leg, Hubert said, "If you go all the way with this, you will have
a bad mommy. That scenario I described won't be bullshit under a
bad mommy. She would get you well fucked. She would insist, and
you will go in and take orders from Chuck. She does think you
need to get fucked - a lot. A lot once a week just ain't gonna
cut it. They'll have to do much better than that to make her
happy. If you don't think a bad mommy wouldn't want you to keep
on licking until you are licking ovaries, think again."

That threat got Bridget onto her knees and scooted up between her
mother's wider stance as Grace went ahead and tossed the skirt
off. Now, a bad looking mommy placed her hands on her hips and
moved that messy crotch right up to her daughter's face as
Bridget settled to her heels and placed her hands on the bad
mommy legs to stroke. This forced the issue, called the bluff,
put the ball in the daughter's court, and Daddy raised the stakes
high enough that Bridget had to stop and think this through. The
parents were quite a bit kinkier than she thought, maybe too
kinky, maybe a little out of her league.

Grace didn't regret doing what she did, because she wanted
Bridget to think the worst and be sure. She was glad Hubert said
what he said, though she had no idea what the hell he was talking
about. She knew he was trying to put a scare into Bridget. They
were good at thinking with a like mind. Now Bridget had a lot to
think about with a very messy bald cunt in her face - almost -
right at eye level.

Had Bridget not had a killer orgasm and vented so much sexual
steam, she'd be in that cunt to her ears licking ovaries, but she
was thinking clearly and feeling sober - scared straight. Then
again, she knew that feeling would pass and she'd be tortured by
a pussy demanding adoration and cameras again.

Grace saw the uncertainty and said, "You never told me to drop
the skirt. This may look like a bad mommy, and I have been a
naughty wife, but I am your same mommy. Until you say those
words, nothing you do will change me. I don't know what you have
gotten yourself into, Bridget, but a good mom will hold your hand
and never let go. That doesn't mean she won't turn lose to let
you be a little naughty, but she will be right there to catch
you. If you want a bad mommy, I can be that, too. I can be as bad
as you want, I would imagine, but you would have to tell me how
bad. I will never force any kind of bad on you. Like I say, do
what you want, just don't say the magic words unless you mean
them."

Bridget smiled up, then opened up the pussy, then leaned in and
kissed the cummy pussy. She pressed her lips to the core, the
fucked fuck hole and held them there while looking up to see her
mother's reaction. Her mother was smiling down on that sight
while leaning into that vulgar kiss with a fucked cunt tiltedup.

That was all the encouragement Bridget needed to send a wildly
wiggling tongue as deep as she could. That got her petted. Her
mom said, "By the way, I do believe a good mommy will allow her
daughter to eat fucked pussy if she wants to. I may be wrong
about that, but that's just the kind of good mommy I am. I also
took a good long look at that pussy you've got. I do think that
pussy needs a good fucking, so if you have stumbled across a good
child molester, we just may be able to play let's make a deal to
get you some good, hard, thick adult dick for that hungry pussy
to chew on."

Bridget went lick crazy all over her mother's crotch after
hearing those exciting words. Hubert told Grace what Bridget
stepped into, and he told it very well. He didn't gloss over
anything. They were a group of child molesters who wanted to play
very nasty games with Bridget once a week. They seemed a
responsible group, willing to work with the parents, and play by
established rules. He thought it would be a great and safe
adventure if handled right, and he did think the right way was to
give control with full parental support to the group leader,
giving none to Bridget, authorizing any and all safe sex acts and
all the Bridget porn they wanted. If she goes in, she plays by
their rules, or she won't be allowed to play with them ever
again.

That had Bridget masturbating and sucking cunt. Grace loved the
Bridget Nelson Fan Club. She said, "That is just what this girl
needs, and you are absolutely right. We need a responsible adult
we can trust to do her right, then just back off and let them
have their nasty fun. I say we hand over a nude sex slave with a
shaved pussy and her hands bound behind her back, and when they
return her to us, we had best get rave reviews with no
complaints...and this sexy little bitch is making me cum...oh
lord!"

Oh lord was right. Mother and daughter climaxed together, then
fell to the floor as puddles of fleshy mush. Hubert stood in the
middle of that messy puddle of female flesh, beating his meat,
trying to decide who to soil...daughter, of course, but the wife
looked damn good, too, so he gave her a squirt in the face, then
turned the sperm hose on the daughter. Liquid Daddy rained down
on her squirming, sexy ass, and that made her masturbate a wide
beaver, which really made his day.

                                                               *
* *
                        
The Bridget Nelson Fan Club turned out to be a bunch of
pussycats. They were all like Chuck - fawning, obsequious, very
licky, very sucky, more like a bunch of panting dogs. It wasn't
the sexual molesting she braced for, but it was damn good, great
fun, and the fans were thrilled to pieces, and they all got
pieces off Bridget, but they all tried to make love to her the
best, and she had her heart set on a good multi-fuck hole gang
rape. That was mostly because of all the Phil Phantom material
her father gave her to read to help her get ready. 

After the men left, the parents were eager to hear how it went
for Bridget, because the reviews were gushing. Bridget was wet
from head to toes with their saliva, and she was as clean as a
newborn in every hole. She didn't look too thrilled as she
shrugged and said to her father, "You should have given them the
Phil Phantom material to read. Those perverts don't know what the
fuck they're doing. They really are a fan club."

Her mom said, "Is that so bad?"

"No, it was great for a fan club meeting, but I was expecting a
pervert meeting, a gang child molesting with clit and nipple
rings, all sorts of vulgar tattoos, some pussy whipping and
tittie torments. They didn't even bring a fuckin' mutt - not one
fuckin' mutt. They call themselves perverts. Phil Phantom, now
there's a pervert. You get me ten Phil Phantoms, I'll show you a
happy sex slave. I shouldn't be able to walk, talk intelligently,
or even see straight. Look at me. She walks; she talks; she's
seeing twenty/twenty; and clean as a Mother Superior's asshole -
not a mark or blemish on me. I got gypped."

Grace ruffled her head and said, "They may not be a Phil Phantom
fan club, but they are a great bunch of guys and they are a good
mom's idea of a group of perverts, so you'll just have to make do
with what you've got. I want you to think about this. Most girls
your age don't have even one child molester they can call their
own. You have ten. If we count Uncle Fred, your father, and me,
you have thirteen. I know that's an unlucky number, but just
think about it, Bridget. You have thirteen child molesters
sexually molesting you - thirteen."

"Fourteen. Coach Garvey is sexually molesting me, now. I think
fourteen is going to be my lucky number. She really wants to work
me over good, and she reads Phil Phantom. She sends him
suggestions on how to fuck over little girls. He writes back and
tells her she is one sick bitch and to stop sending him that sick
shit. You know she's gotta be good. She sure tastes good even on
her period after a dog. That is one yummy bitch when she'srare."

Grace looked to Hubert and said, "Damnit, Hubert, I told you not
to let her read that crap. She was a perfectly happy
well-adjusted, typical, average, sixteen-year-old girl, then you
have her read that Phantom shit. Now, she aspires to be a bitch.
She crawls around on her all fours and drinks out of the toilet.
I can't sit down to take a piss without her hounding me for a
drink. Now, she wants to be the sexual plaything of a dyke that
Phil Phantom calls one sick bitch. Good job, Hubert, real fine
job. I hope you're proud."

"Shit, Honey, I left the caution paragraph on the stories. Hell,
if she gets to the end and then stops reading, is it my fault she
gets all fucked up in the head. Well, is it?"


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

CAUTION: Bridget, 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, that
Garvey dyke is one sick bitch, Bridget. PP
 

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