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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} The Test
Date: Fri,  7 Sep 2001 12:10:02 -0400
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                                  The Test
                               By: Phil Phantom
                     HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

Diane knelt at the feet of a big man in many ways, but the way
that most impressed her stood ten inches tall, throbbed, leaked,
and required her to get up off her heels and stand up on her
knees to get her mouth over the bulbous glans. Her
sixteen-year-old mouth had difficulty encompassing the plum-size
head, but she did manage. That was all she was required to do,
put his dick in her mouth. Her mother sat on one side of Mr.
Collins; her father sat on the other. They explained what she had
to do, but that was all. After that, nothing, and she needed some
kind of guidance, anything, an explanation, directions, orders, a
duration, a purpose, a reason. WHY? A hint would do. Are we
trying to avoid discharge or bring about discharge? Is it okay to
suck and use hands?..swallow or spit?...or carry in my mouth to
the toilet...WHAT?

This was maddening, absolutely maddening. Her first real cock in
the mouth, the finest she ever dreamed, so big, so masculine, so
soft yet so hard, and the taste, all that golden precum he leaked
and kept oozing, such a sexy taste. She thought dick snot would
taste pissy and revolting, but it wasn't at all, kinda sweet, a
manly sweet. Dick snot was a dumb name for precum. Dick honey or
cock nectar was much better. 

Diane now wondered if Jenny McCarty ever sucked a dick in her
life. Where did she come up with dick snot and ball barf. And why
does everything associated with the vagina have a positive name -
nookie nectar, clit candy, slit syrup. And why did she always sit
so close, always touching, kissing, feeling. Diane smiled to
herself and thought, "Because I have a best friend who would kill
to pull a used tampon out with her teeth, suck it clean, and slip
it back in along with her frog tongue, that's why."

That dick honey flavor had to be what cum tastes like. She wasn't
sure, but she thought the sperm cells swim in that fluid. Flavor
would come from the fluid, not the sperm cells. Cum had to be
great, and Mr. Collins had to be a mega-cummer with balls as big
as his were. What a hunk her Daddy's boss was - more a buddy than
a boss, but he was still a boss. Diane had always thought he was
a hunk, and a hung hunk, but never thought about the balls being
hung too. His cock was impressive, but those balls were awesome.
She wanted to take one in each fist and squeeze till he gave her
all the juice, squeeze and suck, suck and squeeze, wring those
nuts out, then suck those shriveled nuts up through the dick,
chew 'em up and swallow, then stick her tongue down the long tube
to the empty ball sack and lick the walls of the balls, now halls
with no balls. 

Diane stopped thinking about spitting or carrying the load to the
toilet, now determined to swallow just as she was already
swallowing some precum. Her mind raced trying to make sense of
this riddle. Given as little information as she was given, with
instructions that clearly stated that her mouth was not to come
off the penis until given permission to do so, even should
ejaculation occur, Diane knew she had a riddle to solve and would
receive no further clues. They were watching her try to solve the
riddle.

This was a really tough riddle. Was this a punishment riddle? Did
someone tell her parents she was a compulsive cock sucker, a
problem, a nympho, a whore, sucked her thumb too much? WHAT?

Were they testing her? If she sucked him off, would she fail the
nice girl test? If she didn't, did she need therapy for not being
a normal teenage girl. Would that mean she was queer? Was this a
lesbian test?

Maybe this was a blind obedience test. Maybe her father bragged
that he could give such an order and she would obey without
question. If that was so, she passed, or would if she could go
the distance without sucking or using her hands. Three minutes
and counting. So far, so good.

But maybe this was a test of Mr. Collins? How long could he stand
to have his hard cock in the mouth of a terribly cute and sexy
teenage girl without cumming, or how fast could he cum without
moving or using his hands. He clearly wanted to use his hands,
but couldn't. Diane could look up to his face and see the toll
this was taking on him, too. He was trying real hard to cum or
trying hard not to cum. It was difficult to tell, but either way,
he liked having his cock in her mouth.

This could be a test to see how long she could hold a beautiful
manly cock in her mouth without masturbating. She couldn't touch
him, but no one said she couldn't touch herself. Masturbation was
healthy, necessary, and encouraged. She had parents who often
asked and would tell her to go masturbate if she looked moody or
cranky. If she weren't feeling well, masturbation was suggested.
If her door were closed, they'd knock and ask if she were
masturbating, not if she were decent. That wouldn't matter, but
if she were naked and masturbating, they would respect her
privacy. Sometimes she didn't want to be bothered and would say
she was masturbating. A growing girl couldn't masturbate too
much, and less than daily was too little. They checked daily.

So far, she never masturbated in front of them, but situations
such as this called for masturbation. When you feel horny, you
should masturbate. Sometimes, she looked horny and was sent off
to masturbate. They had to know this was making her very horny.
If they couldn't tell by looking, they could certainly assume so.
If she didn't masturbate, would she be lectured? They both
worried about her being out in the world, getting horny, and not
taking care of that in a safe and natural way. Girls allow horny
to get the best of them and end up in trouble. Sexually satisfied
girls rarely get in trouble. You can't be too safe or too
satisfied - better masturbate.

Diane knew she could do it in front of her parents, but they had
company, important company. He didn't understand their ways.
Diane knew that they were rare in their attitudes toward
masturbation. Other girls didn't live with masturbation being
openly promoted and encouraged. Some were punished for doing it.
Diane liked the way her parents were, but knew others would think
they were strange, even kinky. Then again, the company in this
case had his naked cock in her mouth and was trying hard to cum
or not cum. That was even stranger, even kinkier. He had no right
to look down on them, but he sure liked looking down on her. For
as long as she had known Mr. Collins, he looked down her blouse
or up her dress. This was new.

Five minutes and counting, still nothing and no clues. Diane was
no closer to figuring this riddle out, but did come to the
conclusion that this was a test of some kind. The big question
was, is the test a serious test with serious ramifications, or a
silly test that came from a golf course. More likely a golf
course wager. If this were serious, this was way out of their
style. In fact, if this was a serious test, Diane had every right
to be pissed about it. They had no right to test a daughter this
way and they knew it. Whether she passed or failed, the test
would become the issue. Not only was this a violation of her
civil rights, this was illegal as hell. This was one time she
could get pissed and they had better listen. There would be no
going off to masturbate this mood off. They would hear their
first "FUCK YOU!"

On the other hand, if this did result from a golf course wager,
and they got Mom to go along, that was cool, cooler than shit,
exciting stuff, still illegal, but not if the victim has no
complaint and no one ever finds out. This would also mark the
first time they ever did anything sexual with her. Diane always
thought they were the type of parents who would. They enjoyed
seeing her naked, liked talking about sex with her, were both
into the masturbation thing, liked talking to her about her
pussy, and seeing how the pussy was coming along though it hadn't
changed much in over two years.

Thorough physical exams were common from both parents,
individually and together, Diane did not consider that being
sexual. That unusual practice had been going on since long before
puberty. They did not have sex and no one had an orgasm. Any
outsider would consider the practice sexual. The exams were
clearly sexual, and Diane enjoyed them, went easily into an exam,
and never wanted one rushed through, but her parents never got
horny with her. They just enjoyed a good look and feel.
Afterward, they might get horny with each other. 

Lately, though, Diane could see that they were getting horny with
her and wanted to do more. Her mother was now into sniffing the
pussy and got her nose wet doing it, doing that a great deal. Her
father was into fingering, not quite finger fucking but at times
the distinction was rather fuzzy, making it hard to tell the
difference, getting harder all the time, and so was he. 

The writing was on the wall for anyone paying attention, and now
this, ten minutes and counting, getting more exciting with each
passing second, which she now spent running her soft tongue over
the head, applying pressure with her lip-protected bite, and
using the tonguetip to tease more precum from the slit, looking
to see the effect various subtle, non-sucking, penile stimulation
techniques had on Mr. Collins. He liked anything a lot.

Diane couldn't take anymore and had to masturbate. Her pussy
ached. She, at least had to rub it. She also knew that going for
the pussy might offer a clue, so she widened her kneeling stance
and sent the left hand up her left leg, up under the skirt to the
crotch. She did this slowly so they could stop her if that was
not allowed. No one did, and everyone noticed. Mr. Collins
appeared fascinated, craning his neck to try to see. Her parents
looked to each other and appeared surprised, as though saying,
"Well I'll be damned. She's doing it. She is actually doing it,
and without the slightest bit of shame. Amazing!"

Diane didn't think they would be at all surprised, much less very
surprised. Diane knew Mr. Collins would be thrilled. He couldn't
see much, but could tell she was massaging her pussy through
panties, now imparting a suck on the penis, not too obvious, but
everyone did notice. Nothing was said about that, either.
Evidently, sucking was okay, maybe expected. If sucking was
expected, then a hand to help should also be expected. If that
were so, then making him cum was expected. She hoped so.

Diane brought her right hand to the dick and curled her fist at
mid-shaft, then took up a slow pumping stroke while making the
sucking very obvious. She made Mr. Collins groan, his first
sounds. He clearly wanted to cum, was trying to cum, but needed
that added stimulation and sucking, a bobbing suck was better.

He also wanted to see better what was going on in her crotch, and
the panties were in the way. She thought for a moment, then began
working them down her legs, expecting someone to stop her, her
mother most likely, but no one did. This was another surprise for
them. Diane blindly worked the panties off her lower legs and
feet. After doing that, she thought, "Why not take the skirt off,
too. Mr. Collins still won't see much unless I get the skirt
off."

Diane had to think about that, but the more she thought about it,
the more she liked the idea. That would really surprise them, and
Mr. Collins would love that. He'd see pussy, maybe not from a
very good angle, but he'd see parts of pussy being masturbated.
That might make him cum. All they can do is stop her. With that
thought, she brought both hands to the hip to unhook and unzip.
Again, her parents looked to each other, but said nothing, nor
did they give her a look that suggested she shouldn't. Diane
looked for the look from her mother. A look would be her way so
as not to appear the spoil sport, but Diane didn't get THE look
that only she would understand. Better than that, when the zipper
got hung, her mom freed it. Diane couldn't see the problem. Her
mom could. Her mom helped. She at least helped get the zipper
down. Diane was on her own after that. The rest was pretty easy.

When Diane returned to sucking cock and playing with her pussy,
she did so naked from the waist down with shoes on. That had to
be quite a sight for the boss man. He still couldn't see much in
the way of pussy, but he sure liked looking at that bare ass. Her
parents liked watching her suck cock like she loved it, so she
stopped holding back and let it show. She brought her pussy hand
up and cupped the balls while jacking the cock and doing deep
bobs with powerful suction, like a girl who really wanted a
mouthful of cum. She wasn't masturbating but was humping, rubbing
off on the front edge of the cushion like a slut to show how
horny this made her.

Diane thought for sure Mr. Collins would cum at any second, but
he was holding back or it took more than enthusiastic sucking,
partial nudity, and wanton pelvic bumps and grinds. She had been
at it that way for over three minutes without a discharge, so she
began trying other ways. She went back to masturbating, but this
time she tried to help him see better by getting off more to the
side and cocking out a leg. She tried two-handed masturbation,
and one-handed with one holding the blouse tails out of the way.
She managed to show him pussy, and pussy taking fingers, but did
a poor job of sucking while she did. She never lost the cock, and
kept at least one knee on the floor, but he seemed to need that
one hand jacking along with a good head bob.

Diane knew that the thing to do was to just go ahead and get all
the way naked. Why not. Maybe it was the titties he needed to
see. Titties would be easier to show than pussy, and hid did love
her titties even before she had titties. She now had a set that
rivaled her mom's 36 D's with better nipples. Even she admitted
that while stroking them enviously. Diane decided to go for it.
To do that, she took a break and went back to simply holding the
head of his cock in her mouth while she used both hands to
unbutton buttons. She didn't expect any don't-do-it looks, and
didn't need any help, but she received help from both parents.
She did three buttons, but they did everything else, freeing her
of the blouse, the bra, then both shoes and socks until she was
completely naked. 

As though that weren't enough parental support, while getting the
shoes and socks off, her mother sniffed her pussy and her father
fingered it, finger fucked it, no doubt about that. That was
finger fucking, and the nose went fully inside the slit, up and
down, rimming the hole, used just like a finger. They didn't stop
doing that, either. They took turns and remained back there. This
greatly excited Mr. Collins, especially when her mom did her
thing because her sniffing thing looked exactly like she were
eating pussy - felt like it, too. Her nose wasn't getting wet,
her face was getting wet - nose, lips, cheeks, chin. The only
thing she hadn't done was bring her tongue into play, but Mr.
Collins didn't know that. She wanted him to think the worst - in
this case, the best.

Diane now knew what this was all about. This was their way of
getting sexual with her. This was it. No more holding back. They
were going for it. Diane knew this day was coming and for over
two years looked forward to this day. For the past year, she
wondered what was taking them so long. She couldn't help wonder
why they thought they needed help, a gorgeous cock to drive her
over the edge, not that it wasn't a bad touch, and a great cock
did drive her over the top and make her want to fuck. She clearly
showed all the signs and symptoms of a girl who wanted to get
fucked, not just suck a dick. Showing Mr. Collins pussy the way
she did was more an offer to cum there rather than in the mouth.
She impressed her parents. They got the message, and the more
Diane thought about the way they were going about this thing, the
more she absolutely loved it. The technique was brilliant and
would take them from mild, pussy-footing around foreplay to
all-out, anything-goes raunchy in one session.

Diane didn't need to do anything with her pussy. That nasty chore
was being well taken care off, freeing her to use both hands on
Mr. Collins. To show her appreciation for the assistance, she
assumed a more provocative, bitch-in-heat kneeling stance,
grinding her cunt back against fingers and face. She especially
made her mother's face feel welcome which eventually lured out a
shy tongue until there was nothing at all shy about that tongue,
and the faked eating out was anything but fake. She was flat
getting with it and even doing asshole. Daddy also did asshole.
They loved her asshole. While one ate pussy, the other fingered
asshole. While one finger-fucked pussy, the other tongue-fucked
asshole. Mr. Collins was beside himself, but Diane was beside
himself and herself.

Gradually, Diane began to concentrate on the dick at hand and the
task at hand, doing her best to put her lower regions out of her
mind, but her lower regions were putting her out of her mind.
Masturbation never felt that good, and her asshole had never been
a sex organ. It most certainly was now, a major erogenous zone,
overlooked for years. Not anymore. That was one hole she very
much enjoyed feeling something go in and move around in, the
deeper the better.

Mr. Collins still hadn't cum, but he sure looked like he would.
He still handn't touched her and still handn't said a word you
could find in the dictionary. He made a lot of noises, could not
hold still, and his fists were cleched. This told Diane that for
some reason, he couldn't touch her or speak. He wouldn't even
feel an offered tit, and he loved those tits. This was very odd
considering what was going on at her rear. They were talking and
using their hands. What Mr. Collins couldn't see, he could hear
about. He knew when the mother began using her tongue like a
dick. He knew she had a great asshole, a finger sucker, whatever
that was. Mr. Collins thought that was good, but a three-finger
sucker was great. A three-finger sucker could suck his cock, once
he got the four-finger head past the sphincter.

Diane felt the blunt rubbery head of a cock in her pussy lips,
but expected that at some point. They obviously thought she'd
come off the dick and say something about that unsheathed penis
nosing around near the mouth of her fertile and unprotected
pussy. They gave her every opportunity to object or at least show
disapproval by body language, but they heard none and noticed
none, and it was they because her mother's fingers were holding
the pussy lips wide open. The dick poked into both holes,
threatening pokes, seemingly to try to evoke a response, maybe to
get her to take her mouth off the dick.

Diane couldn't understand why they were doing this. The main
purpose of masturbation was to avoid taking unnecessary risks
because of super horniness. Now, they were doing what they warned
her would be done under super horniness, only it was them doing
it, and she couldn't stop them, not and obey the rules. Made no
sense, and it made no sense why he didn't follow through on any
pokes, at least not very far.

Diane didn't devote too much thought to this inegma. She had a
mega-dick that was about to go off in her mouth after investing
so much good effort to bring that about. She put her odd parents
out of her mind, and redoubled her cock sucking efforts. Seconds
later...WOW...a sperm firehose went off in her mouth, blasting
hot cum to the back of her throat. Right away, she knew that cum
tastes different, more like ball barf, kinda gross, but she had
mentally committed to swallowing, so she drank and drank while he
heaved up and pumped and pumped, crying out, "I did it! I did it!
I'm cumming in her fucking mouth, and she's drinking the shit."

It tasted a lot better after he said that, and even better when
he said, "Your little slut is drinking my cum, buddy boy. Get up
here and look at this, both of you. I'm still giving her cum and
the little slut is still sucking it down."

Diane quickly had parents on either side, watching closely from
up-close while Mr. Collins kept on taunting, "Yeah, this sexy
bitch loves drinking cum from a dick. Yeah, baby, show mommy and
daddy what a good little whore you are. Let them see you suck and
swallow. There's still some more cum in the pipeline. Let them
see a happy whore nursing on a man's cock. You take to cum like a
true slut. Yeah, you keep doing it like that. You're making your
folks very proud, mighty proud."

Diane didn't know why those awful things he said thrilled her so,
but they did, and she responded as suggested, though she could
see that her parents weren't proud but were shocked - awed or
shocked. Either way, Diane only cared about pleasing Mr. Collins.
Even after the cock wilted, she continued sucking, more a nursing
suck, and she could now get more in her mouth, almost half, and
she wanted to look even more slutty for him, so she brought both
hands between her legs and masturbated hard and heavy, like a
super horny slut would, one who wanted to get fucked really bad -
without a condom - while ovulating - wanting to get pregnant -
not caring - wanting it that bad - wanting her parents to see
that while hoping Mr. Collins would say something along those
lines.

She wasn't disappointed. Right away, he said, "Look at your horny
slut fuck herself. This girl wants to get pregnant. She'd let a
nigger fuck her and cum in her fertile pussy. She wants cum, any
cum. Man, that pussy would suck a dick right now, and suck it
better than her fucking mouth. Look at her mouth. Did you ever
see a girl so happy to have a spent dick in her mouth. I may just
make her happy and leave it in until my dick gets hard enough to
fuck her. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Sugarpus?"

Diane nodded eagerly, then had an orgasm eagerly, then collapsed,
but kept up a good nursing suck like a contented whore, but she
was curious as to what the hell this was all about. She also
realized that Mr. Collins got to say when she could take her
mouth off the dick. Somehow, for some reason, he now called all
the shots and seemed in charge.

Her mom and dad were close on either side, but her dad sat back
on his heels and said, "All right, Brad, you won. I honestly
didn't think you would."

Ah, a wager. Her mom said, "Jim, we're not actually going through
with this are we? Fun is fun, but we can't allow that."

Allow what? Diane looked to her dad, but Mr. Collins spoke,
saying, "A bet is a bet, Jan. You agreed to it. We all shook on
it?"

Now Diane looked to her dad as he said to her mom, "He's right,
Jan. A bet is a bet, and this was a serious bet. We did agree."

Jan countered, "Honey, it was a silly bet with nothing coming to
us if we won. There was no actual cross wager. He said she would;
we said she wouldn't. We were wrong, he was right..."

Her father said, "Yes, and the terms were all laid out should he
win. [WHAT TERMS!] We didn't ask for any winnings should we win.
We were so sure we would, we were satisfied with the satisfaction
of winning. Honey, we agreed to terms and asked for none in
return. [WHAT TERMS!] It's a valid wager, Jan. We have no
choice."

Diane now thought she'd hear WHAT TERMS, so she looked quickly to
her mom, but Mr. Collins spoke, saying, "To the victor go the
spoils. Take a good look at your sexy daughter, Jan. Take another
good look at her sexy pussy. Open it up and look. You'll see
spoils. Kiss that virgin pussy goodbye. While you're at it, stick
your tongue way up there and give that womb of hers a good lick.
You can lick the spoils."

A hint, a pretty strong one. Diane assumed the cherry was spoils,
but making the womb spoils was heavy stuff. They should have
asked for something with a sixteen-year-old daughter's womb on
the line - and not be so sure of themselves. What would ever make
them think she wouldn't go bonkers over a dick like that? Seemed
like a sure thing. They sure didn't help it not be, and her
innocent-acting mom could take most of the credit with that
talented tongue of hers licking a womb into submission. She could
lick a girl into wanting to get pregnant, and proved it.

Her mom didn't do as he suggested, but she did rub Diane's bare
back down to the butt, a feeling rub. She liked feeling the butt,
and kept feeling the butt while saying, "I already got a good
look at your spoils, a look and a lick, thank you very much. [she
looked to Jim] Do you honestly expect me to go along with this
and treat our daughter and her womb like the spoils of a serious
wager?"

Diane looked to her dad as he looked to her and then her mom to
say, "Yes, I do, and be a good sport about it. Brad won her fair
and square, her and her womb. We did our best to get her to come
off that dick, and you went above and beyond the call of duty. We
did our best, but our best wasn't good enough. I told you not to
underestimate Brad. He doesn't make wagers he can't win with a
high probability of winning. I told you that, but you were still
willing to take this challenge. You of all people should know
better than to challenge Brad's manhood. Now, look where that
manhood is. Pretty picture, isn't it. You should go back there
and get another look at her pussy, a last look at her virgin
pussy. Kiss that virgin pussy goodbye, and give that empty womb
of hers a good licking. Let her know that the womb goes with it,
all spoils won fair and square. I'm serious."

Diane felt growing excitment as the implications of this wager
sank in and grew more real. She wasn't at all pissed though they
weren't even considering her feelings. They might think they
could wager away her womb, but she could set them all straight in
two seconds. To do that, she'd have to take her mouth of the
dick. She had no desire to do that. She did desire to make it
hard again. Toward that end, she kept up the sucking while
looking from speaker to speaker with a look that showed she had
no intentions of being a party pooper or spoil sport no matter
what the terms were, though one was obvious and involved the
womb. 

Her mom kept looking for the look that would spoil the party and
grew more comfortable with going along having not seen it. Her
fanny stroking tried to keep Diane in that frame of mind and kept
getting lower on the fanny until her hand stroked pussy. That
this scene was turning her mom on was obvious. That she wanted to
be a good sport was obvious, and kissing the virgin pussy goodbye
did set well with her even when Brad suggested it. After Jim
suggested it again, and added that he was serious, she said, "I
couldn't do that, not now."

Brad said, "Sure you can. She's not going to move, not while she
has a dick in her mouth. You can do anything you want just like
before. I'd like you to prove that you'll be a good sport about
this. Talk is cheap. You go back there and open that virgin pussy
up and get a good long look at it, then kiss it goodbye. Kiss it
good, because when this dick gets hard enough to fuck that pussy,
she'll be one very fucked ex-virgin with a sore cunt between her
legs. She'll want her mommy to kiss it and make it better. While
you're at it, you give that womb a good licking. I want that womb
ready to receive sperm. If you lick it good, it'll suck in the
sperm. Lick it real good and you can lick down an egg for me.
That'll prove to me that you'll be a good sport about this. Help
me get your daughter pregnant, and show enthusiasm. That's what I
expect to see from you, Jan, enthusiasm."

Jan had three fingers deep in the pussy, and that did feel like
enthusiasm to Diane. Her mom said, "All right, I'll do it with
enthusiasm if that's what it takes to make you happy. Jim's
right. You did win fair and square, and I did offer to throw in
the womb if you did. I'll lick her womb until you're ready to
fuck her. Hows that?"

"Excellent. My dick's getting hard already."

Diane assumed the wide bitch-in-heat kneeling stance she had been
in as both parents went to her ass end and knelt. Her father
placed both hands low on her ass and opened her up as her mother
used her fingertips to line along the lips and open that up. They
then gazed on virgin pussy as exposed and open as virgin pussy
gets while talking about how lovely it is and speculating as to
how it would look after Brad got through fucking it with that big
cock of his.

Diane wanted that promised goodbye kiss right away, but they were
in no hurry, thoroughly enjoying themselves, each trying to outdo
the other in good sportsmanship. Mr. Collins could stop by and
fuck that pussy whenever he felt like it, even after it got
knocked up, all the while it was knocked up. That was his pussy.
She was his whore. He could fuck it or let anyone else fuck it.
Her mom suggested that even a dog could fuck it, then asked Brad
if he thought their daughter would make a good bitch. He thought
so. Her father could fuck it with her owner's permission. The
owner gave permission. If dogs could; he could. Terms. Spoils.
Then came the kiss - FINALLY!

When Jan began licking the womb, the cock in Diane's mouth grew
and grew until the moment was at hand to do the dirty deed,
whereupon her mouth finally came off the dick - FINALLY - one
hour and fifteen minutes with a cock in her mouth. She felt like
a whore, then they treated her like one.

Diane didn't think they would treat her like a whore, but they
most certainly did. Three adults fucked her for over an hour. Mr.
Collins was difficult to get off with a sucking, and twice as
difficult with a fucking after having gotten off with a sucking.
He fucked her every way there was to fuck a girl. The parents
assisted - great sports.

A great deal of repressed lust came bursting onto the scene that
evening, almost overwhelming one young girl - almost. Whore felt
good for a change, and she also had repressed lust to vent. For
the most part, she was a damn good whore, so good they didn't
feel at all bad for the way they used, misused, and abused her.
When they tucked her in, they fucked her in. Her dad fucked her
in the ass while her mom fucked her face. She couldn't understand
how they could still be so horny, but they woke her from a sound
sleep three hours later and did it again. In the morning, they
did it again only her father fucked her pussy. Her mom lured a
large dog off the street and gave him a piece of daughter ass - a
big piece. Diane went off to school feeling fucked, but Jenny
McCarty thought she smelled good.

When Diane arrived home from school that day, she entered a home
and a group that awaited her - eight naked men, her naked father,
her naked mother, three horny dogs, and a billy goat with a big
fucking dick. Her mother said, "Take off all of your clothes,
Diane. Your owner would like to breed you. We'll start with the
goat."

Diane looked from eager face to eager face, hardon to hardon,
then let her eyes roam the goat, then began removing clothing.
That was one good looking goat, and he really liked her a lot.
Diane wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to fuck a goat - or
be bred like an animal in public.

Diane's resolve to put an end to this nonsense and set her
parents straight, to place things on a more reasonable footing
which included birth control, disolved with a fantasy coming to
life. As she shimmied out of her panties, she realized that being
open about masturbation was a good thing, but sharing your
fantasies wasn't. Naked, she went to her owner and knelt to
receive her dog collar, which she thanked him for, calling him
master. Her parents were so proud, but they were kinda kinky. 

                             The End

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