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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Walking Wet Dream
Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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                         Walking Wet Dream
                         By: Phil Phantom
                    HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

Few men are blessed with a daughter like I have. The little mink
has been a walking wet dream for most of her life. Now sixteen,
Charlene is as fine a specimen of young womanhood as those
specimens get, only she looks two years younger than she is. To
find fault, you'd have to look at the soles of her dainty feet.
Even then, you'd have to be picky. I couldn't ask for finer
inspiration for sexual fantasy, or a worse temptation for a
father trying hard to control strong sexual impulses of an
incestuous nature. The sexy little nymph was bucking for a
fucking whether she was aware or not, but Charlene is very aware.


She knows grown men take one look at her and want to stick a dick
in her. She doesn't want to hear how pretty you think she is; she
wants to see evidence. With Charlene, the sincerest form of
flattery has always been the male erection. She'll keep pouring
on the sexy charm until you can't hide how you feel. Try to hide
it, she'll sit on your lap and make you cum in your pants just to
teach you a lesson. When she sat me down for a father/daughter
talk about her mother's affair with a neighbor two houses down,
it was all I could do not to rape her at the table. For this
talk, Charlene must have figured I needed a good hardon. She got
one without having to sit on my lap.

I knew about Jenny's affair. I sanctioned the affair. Buck could
fuck and was hung. I told her to go for it. Have yourself a
fucking ball. I couldn't keep up with Jenny and reserve
masturbation time for fantasies of Charlene. I knew Jenny wasn't
hiding her affair. I didn't want her to hide, though I never
expected Charlene to come to me and tattle on her cheating Mom. I
did figure she'd see some shit, get all hot and bothered, and
remember that there was a cock in the house, that so inspired,
she might just aspire to hop on Pop. It could happen, but nothing
would ever happen if I had to make the moves on her. I simply
couldn't. 

Jenny promised me she would see to it that Charlene got an
education and an eyeful, though she knew my motives. Jenny
thought that might get me what I was after. Me fucking our
daughter didn't bother Jenny if the fucking was Charlene's idea.
We both thought incest could be great if Charlene wanted it.
Jenny had her own designs on Charlene. We knew that the first to
score would likely benefit the other and lead to a threesome.
Each in our own way advanced the cause, but I always figured
Jenny had the better chance. They were much closer, saw each
other nude quite often, had intimate girl talks, and shared
tampons. 

[For some strange reason, they were into dealing with each
other's periods. Jenny took care of Charlene's; Charlene took
care of her mother's. That is being intimate and that started
with Charlene's first period right after she turned twelve. What
began as period care evolved into general pussy maintenance.]

I knew all about Charlene's remarkable little quim. Jenny tells
me all about that adorable little clam, that juicy split peach,
that cumquat twat of hers. They even shave each other. Jenny
likes a full shave; Charlene likes having her puffy lips shaved.
They now offer each other full service vaginal care to include
massages that induce orgasms. Charlene has often had her hand up
her mother's cunt to mid-forearm on the pretext of giving her a
deep massage. That's intimate. I figured Charlene's first
threesome would be with her mom and Buck, but that was cool. I
didn't need to be first; I just wanted in. We didn't share our
day-to-day progress, each hoping to surprise the other, but Jenny
did drop hints that they were making progress day-by-day. We were
and had been in a friendly competition that I hadn't made any
progress in beyond placing Charlene on my lap to rub her legs
clear to her panties. I had, over the years, turned our Charlene
into quite the little leg-rub whore.

Her leg rubs were a nightly thing - what came to be called her
nightie-night thing. She'd come to me in her baby doll nightie
(see-thru) with nothing but skimpy panties on under it. She'd lie
in the crook of my arm and get rubbed, purring the whole time
that she sat on my erection. I could have taken more liberties
than I did. I was most welcome and could have massaged her ass
and pussy but rarely ventured into nasty zones except to brush by
them innocently. While I did my leg-rub thing, Jenny often rubbed
Charlene's feet, and often chided me afterward for being gutless.
I suppose I was, but I didn't want to seduce, Charlene. I wanted
Charlene to seduce me. I could live with that. Jenny's argument
was that Charlene was seducing me, that I should wake up and
smell the coffee if I couldn't smell the pussy. 

GET YOUR FINGER WET! DUMMY!

According to Jenny, that would be all it took. Charlene has a
pussy that responds well to the finger. She lubes rapidly and
aches for more. Jenny always said that I had the best chance at
getting to Charlene because she is totally straight, adores me,
and aches for male fingers. Maybe so, but I figured Jenny had the
best chance because they were already on such intimate terms. Her
chances got better when she could offer cock, and what a cock she
could offer. The team of Buck and Jenny held out the greatest
hope, and once Charlene turned sixteen, Jenny seemed more
determined than ever to bring Charlene into our love life.
According to Jenny, light and easy seduction was fair play after
age sixteen. I tended to agree. Still, I wanted her to do the
light and easy seducing.

From the looks of Charlene, the A-team made a great deal of
progress. I listened with great interest, trying hard to look
seriously concerned while getting harder by the second.  To make
matters worse, or better, I could see that the telling aroused
Charlene like she had been trying to gather the courage, that she
had fantasized the telling, got off on the telling, and was eager
to get a reaction. I couldn't quite tell what reaction she wanted
to see, but whatever it was, I wanted to give it to her as best I
could. 

Charlene came to this talk wearing no bra under a spaghetti-strap
top, and a short skirt - barefoot as usual. Barefoot is enough to
make me hard. The kid always looks provocative but rarely goes
about without a bra while wearing a thin, brief top. Her dark,
protruding nipples show through too well. The exception is the
nightie. The nightie she wears may as well be just panties. Short
skirts are the norm, but so are panties. I often see her in bra
and panties, sometimes just panties, but never without panties;
consequently, I have never seen her pussy except through panties.


We sat facing each other at the corner of the table, knees almost
touching, with her showing two-thirds of her thighs and
three-fourths of her inner thighs. Fucking kid has killer thighs
for a small girl with coltish legs. Damn, she looked hot and
tight. I'd bet a month's wages she had no panties on. I swear I
could smell hot, tight, virgin pussy. 

She was nervous getting started and only grew more nervous as she
entered into the topic. We had never discussed sex, much less
cheating spouses, fucking, sucking, and other adult nastiness.
She didn't know what words she could use and which ones she
couldn't, or if she could even discuss these things with me. I
figured a good place to start was to put her at ease. I
interrupted her hemming and hawing, took her nervous, sweaty
hands in mine, and said, "Charlene, relax. There is no need to be
uptight. You seem to have trouble choosing your words. I'm a big
boy. I've heard them all. Nothing you can say will shock me. Use
any words you feel comfortable using."

She smiled and relaxed considerably, then said, "Any words?"

"Any words?"

"Even the 'F' word?"

"Fart or fuck?"

That made her laugh, still a nervous laugh, but she seemed
relieved. She never heard me say fuck before, though her mother
often used the term. Charlene took a deep breath, let it out
fully, smiled and said, "Okay...I feel funny using that word in
front of you, but sexual intercourse isn't me. I would feel dumb
saying sexual intercourse every time I had to say...you know..."

"Fuck?"

She blushingly smiled and said, "Yeah. Are you sure that won't
bother you if I say that word?"

"Try it. Let's see."

"Okay......fuck."

I released her hands, looked around, sat back and thought, then
looked into her big blues and said, "Nope, fuck don't botherme."

She liked that and said, "What about pussy?"

"Ummm...nope."

"Dick?"

"No problem there."

She was loving this and quickly said, "How about cock?"

God, this conversation was killing me. I never thought I'd be
discussing cock with Charlene - ever. I loved the way she said,
cock, like she had one at her lips - mine. She kept glancing to
mine, which lay along my right thigh and made a strong impression
in tight Levis. She liked seeing the evidence that I was happy.
Around her, I was often happy. She was a real pro at making a
dick stand up and salute her, but mine was connected to a
heartstring. An I-love-you-Daddy was enough to being me up. With
her near-naked ass on my cock, I was always happy. I wanted to
drag this part out; besides, this was most relaxing for her. I
said, "Do you need to use both terms?"

"No, not really. I can call it a penis if you'd like."

She kept glancing at my dick which she avoided doing in the past,
even after squirming on it for close to an hour. I have had that
girl on my lap while I wore boxer shorts and my naked cock
actually touched her naked flesh. My cock has pushed the crotch
of her panties inside her crack, and my dick honey has soaked her
crotch. Still, when she'd get off, she would avert her eyes.
There were times I'd be fully out of either the leg opening or
the fly. She would be well aware and try all the harder not to
look - I suppose so as not to embarrass me, and that would have.

My hardons were a constant source of embarrassment, proof that I
wanted to fuck her, and she was good about not rubbing it in
where we'd have to recognize that problem for what it was -
paternal lust, pure and simple. Something was different, now, for
she drew attention to the proof by staring as though the time was
now right to bring this problem out in the open and accept it for
what it is - possibly to discuss the problem and offer a
solution. To me, that suggested she might be willing to do
something about it, like put a pathetic Daddy out of his misery.
God, this was great, exactly the result I was hoping for! I said,
"What do you call a penis?"

"Dick, usually, but a big one is a cock. At least, it is to me. A
peter is a little one; a dick is a medium; a cock is a big one."

"What do you consider to be a cock?"

She intentionally stared at my penile impression, then looked up
to say, "I think anything over eight inches would be bigger than
average."

I think she meant to imply that mine was a cock. It did look over
eight inches. I said, "I think anything over six is bigger than
average. By your standard, I missed having a cock by half an
inch. By a realistic standard, I'm safely into cock territory by
an inch and a half."

That got her doing math in her pretty head. She liked talking
about cock with a man who had seven and a half inches and didn't
mind her staring at its impression. Of course, the guy she came
to discuss had three inches on me and was twice as thick. Buck is
hung, and I knew she had seen Buck buck-naked and strung a number
of times. Jenny didn't keep much from me; at least, I knew that
much. I knew they were doing most of their fucking in our home
with Charlene present. I knew Charlene had some juicy stories to
tell, was eager to tell me some, and I was eager for details.

Charlene was now quite comfortable though she had fully erect
nipples and a pussy that seemed to be bothering her. She said,
"We'll use the realistic standard, then. I wouldn't want to
insult your cock."

"You better not or I'll whip it out and bop you in the mouth with
it."

Surprised, she giggled and playfully said, "If you do, I might
bite it."

God damn, I wanted to stick my cock in her sweet mouth, but I
stayed cool and said, "If you bite my cock, I'll make you suck on
it until the hurt goes away."

This shocked her - pleasantly, which shocked me because I shocked
myself by blurting out those shocking words. She said, "You
wouldn't really make me suck on your cock - would you?"

Shocking, but pleasantly so. I said, "Bite it and see."

"Suppose I kiss it - then what?"

That fucking little tease. This was almost a request, like, "May
I?" 

I said, "If you kiss my cock, I'll probably cum all over your
pretty face, that's what."

That had her squirming with clenched thighs. She said, "Daddy,
that's nasty."

"You're right, kissing your father's cock is nasty. The more you
kiss a daddy's dick, the nastier it gets."

"I can imagine. Your cock gets all messy just from me sitting on
it. Sometimes I think it's going to slip inside."

"One day you'll wiggle when you should have waggled and you'll
wiggle seven and a half inches of cock up your cunt."

I just spoke our minds when I said that, and used the term "cunt"
because Jenny told me that Charlene loves that term more than
pussy. Cunt was so nasty. The reaction in her was immediate and
profound. Her cunt ached at the thought. She excitedly teased,
"You mean all I have to do is wiggle right?"

"That's all."

"I'd have to wiggle with no panties on."

"No one ever said you had to wear panties."

"Then, I won't."

I smilingly said, "Don't threaten me, young lady."

"I'm not threatening you; I'm promising you. I dare you to take
your shorts off and hold your stiff cock straight up. I'll wiggle
right down on it and settle back for a leg rub with your cock all
the way up my cunt."

"You'll get a pussy rub."

"If you rub my pussy, I'll squirm around until you cum."

"And don't think I won't."

She perked-up like that was something she'd welcome. I guessed.
She said, "You'd cum inside my pussy?"

I now knew I had guessed right and said, "Without batting an eye,
then let you soak in sperm while I give you an hour-long leg
massage."

"If you did that, I'd lie there and soak, which brings me to why
were here talking about cock and fucking. Your wife, my mom, is
fucking one every chance she gets - a big one, big like a
cucumber big."

"Is that a fact?"

"Yes. I've seen them do it with my own eyes, right here in this
house, all over this house. Right here on the table, once."

"Really? On the table?"

"Not both of them. Just her. She leaned over it. He got behind
her and fucked her that way. I sat right where you are and
watched him fuck her."

"Is that so?"

"Yes, that's so. She was right here. You can imagine the view I
had. I saw a giant cock going all the way in her pussy. I watched
that mega-cock fuck her pussy. I saw that huge cock cum in her
pussy, too. I saw cum pour down her legs and drip off her clit,
loads and loads, gobs of cum. He has huge balls like bull balls
and cums a gusher. He drenches her pussy in sperm - I mean floods
it. They make a big mess and call it fuck as in a noun. That's a
good term for a big mess that comes from fucking. They sure make
a lot of fuck when they fuck."

I still wasn't sure what reaction she wanted so my reaction was
neutral which was not the reaction she expected. She said, "Don't
you even want to know who your wife is screwing without a
condom?"

"I know who - Buck."

She sat back wearing a puzzled expression and said, "How did you
know that?"

"She asked me if she could fuck him. I said, yes."

"You did! Why would you say, yes? Don't you care?"

"No. Do you?"

"She's not my wife."

"She's your mother. Do you care who your mother fucks?"

"Not if you don't, but why don't you care? Don't you love her?"

"I love her to pieces like cats love mieces. I love her so much I
want her to be happy. Big cocks make her happy."

"You can say that again."

"Big cocks make her happy."

She laughed, then studied me, glanced at my cock, then said,
"You're pretty cool."

"I think so. I think you're pretty cool, too."

"Me? Why am I cool?"

"You covered for her for the longest time. I think most girls
your age would have ratted at the first indiscretion. You watch
them fuck, up-close and personal. That's pretty cool if you ask
me."

"I guess I was pretty cool for a while. You won't tell her I
ratted, will you?"

"No reason to. She thinks you're cool. I like her thinking you're
cool."

"She thinks I'm cool...really? Why? Does she tell you what they
do to me?"

This was news to me. Jenny never mentioned anything about doing
anything TO, Charlene. I said, "TO you?"

"I guess not. That's really what I needed to talk to you about. I
would never rat on her, but it's not just her anymore. They're
dragging me into this sordid business. It's now to the point
where we have to discuss this or you'll soon be seeing me with a
big belly. You probably will, anyway."

Though she dropped a bomb in my lap, I tried not to act too
surprised. A part of me hoped this might happen. Someone needed
to break her in. I thought Buck stood the best chance. He seemed
the type that would pork a teeny bopper, and I could picture
Jenny going along if she thought Charlene needed and wanted
porking. We both thought she needed porking. Pussy that fine
should be porked after age sixteen. Unporked after that was a
waste of good pussy, and we both abhor a waste of good pussy. I
casually said, "Is he fucking you?"

I could tell she was surprised that I wasn't upset after the bomb
she just laid on me. Fathers are supposed to fly into a rage at
the prospect of a fucked and knocked-up daughter. They don't
casually ask, "Is he fucking you?" Not with a throbbing cock.

She checked out the throbbing cock and the dime-size wet area
forming at the tip, then lifted her eyes to say, "Not actual
fucking, no, but he squirts his cum inside my pussy."

Now, things were coming together. The provocative attire, the
unlady-like slump, fingers idly stroking her inner thigh, the
words, the stares, the phrasing, all aimed at turning me on. She
came hoping this talk would turn me on. Well, she wasn't
disappointed and kept checking the old dick meter to see how she
was doing. She was out to tease me or fuck me, I wasn't sure
which, but if she kept this tease up, she would surely get the
fucking. More and more, I thought I might never get a better
opportunity. I said, "How does he cum in your pussy without
actually fucking your pussy?"

"Easy...he gets the head of his cock in and Mom jacks him off
until he cums. It all goes in and stays in as long as his cock
stays in. None leaks out because my pussy is stretched too tight
around his cock shaft even after he goes soft. They like to leave
it in for a long time. Sometimes, they leave it in until it gets
hard again. Sometimes, I get two loads. Two loads really fills me
up."

"What do you do, just lie there and watch?"

"Well...yeah, sorta. What can I do? It's two against one. I can't
stop them."

"Did you ever try?"

"Well...no."

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I guess because they started off slow and easy,
doing stuff I didn't mind until, one day, he was pushing his cock
in and I didn't mind that either. It felt kinda good, especially
when he cums inside me, but the best part was after. That was why
I let him. I wanted him to cum inside my pussy so I could get
what came after."

"Okay, aside from a baby, which I assume isn't it, what came
after?"

"You won't believe this."

"Try me."

"Mom licks it all out, or most of it...see, you don't believe me
but she does, and she likes doing it. Mom loves fuck. She loves
to fuck and loves to eat fuck, and she loves getting fuck off of
and out of me. She especially loves licking it out of my pussy."

"I believe you. Your mother is bisexual."

"SHE IS? Do you know that for a fact?"

"Don't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose, but does she do other chicks?"

"She has."

"Have you seen her do it?"

"A few times, but none recently. She was into that pretty heavy
about ten years ago."

"Wow. Well, that explains it then. She's still into that pretty
heavy if you ask me."

"You don't seem to mind."

"Why would I mind? What girl wouldn't want her pussy lickedout?"

The little prick tease now stroked a finger through her slobbery
split peach of a pussy. I couldn't see it well, but I could tell
she had no panties on and had just given herself a close shave.
That was one juicy peach with no fuzz. I boldly leaned forward,
folded her skirt back over her middle and pushed out on her
knees. Now, I saw everything. What a pussy! Fuck! She didn't
expect that, nor did she mind. She waited for me to say something
after I settled back to observe the beaver she toyed with.
Something needed to be said. I finally broke the awkward silence
with, "So, you found a way to get your mom to lick your pussy."

"Actually, she licks up cum wherever it lands. She gets a big
charge out of making him cum on me. At first, they liked sitting
on the sofa with me between them. Mom sucks him or jacks him, but
when he cums, I get it. I get creamed, but she licks it all off.
They have been doing that from the first day they messed around
over here. Some got on my pussy once and she even licked that. It
didn't take me long to figure out how to get more pussy licking,
or how to get her to lick the inside."

"So getting him to go off in your pussy was your idea?"

"No, but they were headed there. I saw it coming and spread my
legs when it did. I let them know they could do whatever they
wanted with my pussy - not by saying that, but by the way I
acted."

"Even fuck it?"

"Yes, even fuck it. I act like I want it fucked. It's getting to
that, but they're in no hurry. Maybe next time or the time after,
we'll be actual fucking. They know I'm ready for real fucking. I
suppose I am. I know I am. The truth is, I want to get fucked
real bad. The trouble is, I think they're doing this because they
want to get me pregnant. The real fucking I'm going to get will
be real risky with no protection. They are making me want it that
way. I am absolutely convinced they want me pregnant."

"A guy like Buck would."

"What about Mom. Why would she want me pregnant?"

"Her first priorities are to serve the needs and desires of her
lover. Those were my conditions. I told her that if you're going
to do this, go all the way and do it right. Serve him fully and
deny him nothing."

"Dad, that's crazy. Why would you tell her that? Mom is taking
you seriously."

"She had better."

"Why?"

"Because, Charlene, I know your mother. She gets off on pleasing
a man, doing whatever turns him on. If she couldn't give of
herself completely, she wouldn't get the maximum pleasure. I made
that stipulation to insure that she held nothing back. If she
can't please Buck, she has to stop seeing him and go find a man
she can please. She's very fond of Buck. I'm sure she'll do all
in her power to please him."

"Boy, you're telling me. I thought she was crazy. Dad, you are
way too cool. I'm going to end up pregnant because of you. That's
how cool you are."

She was staring at my naked cock while saying that. I had to get
my dick out, then had to stroke it. There we sat, stroking our
genitals, staring at each other's genitals being stroked. She had
scooted her cunt to the forward edge of the seat and widened her
spread, placing her thighs out in a straight line, a sitting
splits beaver. She also stroked her sexy pussy in such a way as
to expose the pristine hole, sliding fingers through the lips
while pressing out. All I had to do was drop to my knees and slip
my cock in. The invitation was that obvious, like, "Would you
like to stick your cock in this tight hole?" I suppose I didn't
because I knew I'd be getting some and wanted to drag this out -
tease her some.

I said, "If you hold that pose, you might end up pregnant byme."

Staring hungrily at my weeping cock, she said, "No kidding. You
may as well if you're going to let them do it. If I have to get
knocked up, I don't really care who does it. I won't be keeping
the baby anyway."

"You can always say no. Your mother would honor a sincere no from
you."

"I know she would, but they have me trained and conditioned not
to ever say no. I want cum in my pussy, now. I want to get
fucked, now, the regular way. I want him to get on top of me and
fuck me like he fucks Mom. He could bend me over the table and
fuck me from the rear. He could put me on hands and knees and
fuck me doggie style. I don't care how he fucks me, but however
he fucks me; I want him to cum deep in my fertile and unprotected
pussy."

"That's a sign of good training."

"I'm like a whore now, Buck's whore, and Mom is training me to be
a good whore for Buck, the kind that'll let him fuck me without a
condom, cum inside my pussy, and knock me up just for kicks."

"It would seem she's doing a good job."

"She is, a real good job. She knows exactly how to handle me. I
haven't given them any trouble at all. I never whine or whimper
about getting sperm in my pussy. I whine and whimper until I do,
then I'm all happy. Mom makes me happier. I get a good reward
when I act like a slut who wants to get pregnant."

"You're a good girl."

"I know. I'm trying to be. Now, I'm trying to be a good whore.
When Buck wants to put his cock in my pussy, I spread my legs
like this and grip my inner thighs like this. I am always eager
to take his cock and his cum, and take his cock as deep as he
wants to put it, to the balls if he wants. I'll take all I can
get, and that's a lot of cock for a little pussy like this."

Fuck, was that kid ever begging for a porking. I said, "I'm
surprised you didn't get fucked good and proper if you offered
Buck a spread like that."

"Me, too. If you ask me, they're going way too slow. I was ready
for a good fucking last week. I think they like to torture me. I
won't get a good fucking until I beg for one. Right now, I'm so
fucking horny I'd beg a dog to fuck me. I wish somebody would
fuck me...anybody."

I couldn't take anymore. I got to my knees, centered my cock at
her hole, and pushed in while she watched with great interest. We
didn't say a word as I inched in. Seven and a half inches later,
we were groin to groin with me pulling hard at her slender hips,
my cock throbbing inside her tight, sweltering pussy that had no
hymen that I noticed. She experienced no pain that I noticed,
only ecstasy. I did notice that. The last two inches made her
eyes close, but she opened them again to look at our merged
loins. The lewd and provocative sight made a pleasant smile form
on her lips. She looked to me and said, "Daddies aren't supposed
to fuck daughters, you know."

"I know, but my daughter is a whore and she did say, anybody. I
can't have you out begging dogs to mount you."

She smiled with a naughty twinkle in her eyes and said, "I would,
too. You were smart....You know, if you had called me a whore
even a little while ago, you would have hurt my feelings. Now, I
kinda like hearing you call me that. Why is that?"

I took up an easy stroke, staying in the deep end while saying,
"I think you sense that I don't look down on whore daughters who
aren't too proud to beg a dog for sex."

Doggies are my thing. My best fantasies, which I share with
Jenny, involve breeding Charlene to mutts. Charlene copulating
with any mutt would be like watching the First Lady getting
fucked by a bear, or a child getting raped by a wolf, or a teeny
bopper getting bopped by an amorous lion. Jenny planted some
seeds for me, and these were seeds I never expected would ever
get planted. My bestial fantasies of Charlene were strictly in
the bizarre sexual fantasy category, never a serious possibility.
To my utter astonishment, those bestial seeds appeared to have
germinated. Jenny certainly had Charlene thinking wicked
thoughts. She had Charlene feeling me out on the idea, and hoping
I'd take an interest.

In response, Charlene said, "Yes, I'm getting that impression.
You might think I was kidding, but I was getting that hard up. I
was looking for the right dog - a big mutt with a big doggie dick
who wouldn't fuck a girl and tell."

"They all tell. Pretty soon, all the mutts would be treating you
like a bitch in heat."

"Ummm, is that so. Buck has a big horny mutt. They keep
threatening to breed me to him. It used to be like a threat. Now,
it's more of a tease to get me horny. Works, too. Buck actually
wants to do that, and Mom is thinking about making him happy that
way, too."

"She'll have to if she wants to hang on to Buck."

This response pleased her very much. She said, "I'm serious.
They'll actually do it, and they know I wouldn't mind being bred
like a bitch. They know how horny that makes me. If you ask me,
I'm being groomed to be a whore and a bitch - a bitch whore - a
whore for Buck and his dog. Buck wants to see a very pregnant
little girl getting fucked by a very big mutt. Do you still want
Mom to serve her perverted lover in any way she can?"

"She must. I insist and will continue to insist."

She smiled big and knowingly as she said, "I can tell the idea
turns you on. I can feel your heart beat through your cock."

 "That doesn't surprise me. You fit me like a tight glove."

"I should. I'm almost a virgin. Half of your cock is in virgin
territory."

"What happened to the territorial barrier?"

"Mom's vibrator happened to it. All part of the training. That's
a good way to lose your cherry if you have to lose it. I knew I
had to."

"When did you first know you had to?"

"About two weeks ago, right after she licked my pussy for the
first time. That's when I caught on that she was getting me ready
for Buck to fuck - his dog, too. That was also the first time she
brought his cock to my pussy and used the head to masturbate me -
him and me, actually. That's how sperm got all over my pussy -
some in it. She ate it all. She chased little sperms around
inside my pussy for the longest time. That drove me crazy."

"I can imagine. I know she's good. This one chick called her frog
tongue."

Charlene laughed and said, "Boy, that fits her. I think she can
lick her own eyebrows. I know she can lick my cervix. I'm not
sure she was trying to catch sperm cells or herd them into my
womb. I didn't care what she did so long as she kept her tongue
deep in my cunt. I knew right then I'd end up being Buck's whore
and his dog's bitch. I never thought you'd like the idea, but you
do, don't you?"

"I think you'll make Buck an excellent whore and an even better
bitch. I intend to congratulate your mother on doing a fine job
of training. I'm also going to tell her that the training is over
and to stop fucking around and get down to some serious knocking
up and breeding. You're ready for some major cock and big league
fucking."

"OH, YES, DADDY! TELL HER THAT...I AM...I REALLY AM!"

She whipped off her top while saying that. I cupped her ass and
stood with her. I wanted this little bitch slut on a big bed. She
was all over me - hugging, kissing, and wriggling. When we
arrived at the bed, I eased her down and settled over her in the
push-up position. She was already fucking the full length of my
cock, going to town like a Yankee Doodle Dandy whore at a
ho-down. When I added my motion, we whipped up a froth. I was
soon slamming her tiny ass into the mattress and making her
little whore ass howl. She came at the third hard slam and kept
on cumming. I tried to hold off but lost it near the end of her
orgasm, which triggered another. I was putting that little slut
out of her misery, but I think I needed it more than she did. I
slammed pork to that little fucker like my life depended on it. I
didn't think I'd ever stop pumping semen into my little
mini-whore, bitch-in-heat, sweet daughter.

Eventually, I ran out of steam and sperm. I collapsed over her in
exhaustion and she began a euphoric, giddy laugh. I took a few
breaths and said, "What's so funny?"

"You are. You raped me."

"Yeah, well you had it coming."

"How long have you wanted to do that to me?"

"Not long, ten years or so."

"Damn! What took you so long? Didn't you know I had pussy in my
panties?"

"I was waiting on you to make me a welcome-Daddy beaver."

"Shit, is that all it takes. I wish I had known that when I was
six. That's how long I have been a virgin whore."

"You hid it well."

"I did not. You're blind as a bat if that's what you think. Your
trouble is, you don't know a whore when you see one, not even if
she's lying in your lap half naked with her legs apart. Mom knows
a whore when she sees one. At least, she'll rub the whore's feet
and feel sorry for her. She will at least come tuck a frustrated
whore in and make her cum."

"How long has she been doing that?"

"Not long, but she now uses her mouth. She'll eat me good and
make me cum three or four times. She'll even eat up all my whore
juice. God, I love when she does that...you know, eats my gooey
slit snot like she loves the stuff."

"Slit snot?"

"Gash goo?"

"How about cunt cream?"

"Fine, cunt cream. The point is, she loves the stuff and I make
gobs of it. I'm a really wet slut."

"Yes, I noticed."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Very good. There's nothing like a wet slut."

She smiled, then hugged me tightly. I rolled us to place her on
top, still with my semi-hard cock deep inside her pussy. She
liked that and got to her elbows, which rested on my chest to
look into my face while saying, "I'm soaking in your sperm."

"I know."

"I can get pregnant, you know."

"I figured you could."

"Don't you care?"

"Yes. I want to be the one."

"That's perverted."

"I know."

"Does that make you horny...you know, knocking up your own
daughter?"

"Very much."

"Good. I'll wish you luck, then. Of course, Buck has a head start
and he'll be putting most of the sperm in my pussy. Does that
bother you?"

"No. You're his whore."

"Really, is that how you see me...as Buck's whore?"

"The important thing is, that's how Buck sees you. Your mom is
giving you to Buck and he'll share you with his mutt. She is out
to please her lover, not me."

"You might be right, but I don't think she'd mind if you get some
too. If you want to know the truth, I think I'm more her whore.
Buck goes through her. She handles everything, says when and how
much. She'll decide when I can have it all, you know, get regular
fucked and bred. That's why if you tell her I'm ready; I'll get
fucked and bred. If you tell her we're already doing it, she'll
let Buck do it. I'm sure she will, and after Buck gets some, his
dog can get some."

"And you'd love that?"

She blushed real cute and said, "Well, I am a whore. You said so
yourself."

This was a dream come true, Charlene with my spent, unsheathed
cock in her tight, ex-virgin, fertile pussy, telling me that
she's a whore while trying to get me hard again so she could fuck
some more, get more sperm, and have more to soak in. I gripped
her tight ass cheeks and assisted while saying, "You most
certainly are a whore - a horny little whore with a thirsty cunt
between your legs."

She smiled and said, "My cunt is thirsty - thirsty for more ball
juice. Are you going to give my whore cunt another drink of yummy
sperm - Daddy sperm - the best kind for a whore like me."

Now I smiled and said, "I will if you keep that up. That's not a
cunt between your legs, that's a sperm milking machine."

She laughed and said, "It is. Can I use it on your cock whenever
I feel like it?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No. Do you think Mom would mind?"

"I doubt it."

"I want to do that thing we talked about. I want to come for my
nightie-night massage with no panties on and sit right down on
your hard cock with Mom right there, watching - tonight. Can we
do that and go all the way...you know, let me milk the sperm from
your balls while she rubs my feet?"

"You'll get a good foot rub that way."

"That's not what I'm after. Remember, she tucks me in."

"She might not wait."

"I hope not. She licks me with Buck's cock still in my pussy. I
love that. Do you think she would do that with you, too?"

"Let's see."

"Really, do you want to?  Do you think we should...you know,
surprise her?"

"Yes - tonight. I know she'll be pleasantly surprised, and even
more surprised if she thinks that is our first time and she sees
you taking all the initiative. I'll have the boxer briefs on.
Don't sit right on my cock. Go after it after a good warm-up in
which you get your hands down there and force the issue. Get my
cock free and put it in. Show her your stuffed cunt and fuck her
husband like you own his cock. I'll play helpless. You play like
you're tired of being teased and will take cock from now on
unless she is going to try and stop you."

Excitedly bouncing on my dork, Charlene said, "OH, YES! THAT'S
HOW I WANT IT TO BE!"

I had to slow her down. I had a full hardon, but I wasn't up to
losing it again so soon. To say that this was pleasant was to say
that Monica Lewinski was a fair intern. My little doll was
everything I ever fantasized she'd be only I never dreamed her
pussy would feel that good or be that hungry. To be honest, I
never seriously considered fucking her without a rubber, or if I
did, I'd pull out in time. Jenny's thing was getting a girl
pregnant; at least, I knew the fantasy turned her on. I never
thought she'd want Charlene pregnant, but if Buck expressed an
interest, I could see Jenny going along, making that the goal,
and that would take longer and complicate matters.

That also explained why Jenny didn't fully keep me advised of her
progress. I think it would be safe to say she would assume I'd
put my foot down and say, "We'll have none of that." I might have
had I not seen how effectively she had Charlene conditioned to
the idea. Jenny worked Charlene perfectly, took her time, and did
it right. Charlene was, indeed, a cum nut even with no one to
lick the cum out of her pussy. Charlene was very pleased that her
father liked the idea, wanted in on the project, and posed no
stumbling block, not even to the mutt thing. That was what the
talk was about. That was her hope, what she was after, her
best-case scenario. She could hardly believe her good fortune.
The way was now clear to give her mom what she was after. 

Charlene is a bright kid. She had to catch on pretty quickly,
though it didn't take a Rhode's scholar to figure that out, not
when your mom is jacking a man off in your fertile pussy day
after day, and doing her best to make you crave a load of virile
cum up your snatch. By the time I had Charlene riding my cock,
the kid wanted to get knocked up in the worst way, and was eager
to show her mother what a good girl she was. Charlene knew her
mother would be pleased.

I knew Jenny would love to see me ejaculate in Charlene. Since
Charlene might already be pregnant, or soon would be, I would
have to bear part of the responsibility. I could hardly throw up
any stumbling blocks. If I did it once, odds were good I'd do it
again and again and have no objection to Buck doing some
bare-back fucking. What would be the harm. In any event, I knew
the nightie-night scene we had worked out would be a big hit with
Jenny. I had no doubt that Charlene would get her stuffed pussy
licked. Gotta keep up that positive re-enforcement. Fucking
Jenny, what a gal. Fucking sex nut is what she is, and the
daughter was following in her high heels though barefoot.

I had a good idea how she worked her magic on Charlene, but I
knew the story had to be real good. I had a hardon and had
Charlene under control, letting her ride it easy. She grew to
like that, too. She rode my dork from the tip to the base wearing
the most blissful look, off in space fantasizing about the scene
that would go down in less than six hours. She wanted another
load, but I convinced her that we should save it for her mom. She
liked that idea. Yes, she wanted a fucking mess.

I held her ass and said, "Tell me how all this started."

"Do you want the long version or the short?"

"The long. Start at the beginning. We have a good hour to kill."

"Okay...well, I suppose the beginning was when I found out she
was fucking Buck, and I found that out when I went to shave her
pussy for her and it was all sloppy messy with cum and her pussy
looked fucked - freshly fucked by something really big."

"How long ago was that?"

"A month...yeah, about four weeks...four weeks come to think of
it. That was five Saturdays ago. You worked that Saturday and she
was off. It was still morning, before noon. She came straight
from Buck's house and wanted a shave, which was weird in itself,
not to mention the fact that I had just shaved her the night
before. I couldn't believe what I saw and wondered why she didn't
at least wipe before making me a beaver. Hell, I had to wipe her
before I could shave her. She was a big fucking mess with cum
runs all the way to both heels, and she was so proud of that
mess, and proud of what she had done. That was when I learned
that fuck was a noun. I couldn't believe my eyes or my ears. I
knew you didn't do that. Right away, she told me who did that,
told me how big he was, and how good he fucks. We had talked
about fucking before and I knew she messed around on you, but not
so close to home. I never dreamed she would walk the neighborhood
in broad daylight looking like that. You could tell she'd been
fucked. She looked fucked. You could see fuck. I thought that was
pretty fucking daring - pretty slutty, too."

"Did you criticize her?"

"No, I never criticize her. She has done worse, just not close to
home. She likes fucking in public or risky places and I think
that's cool and tell her so. I often wondered how much was true
and how much was just to make my pussy wet, but I knew this was
real. She knows her secrets are safe with me. We are like pals,
girlfriends; at least, when we do our thing in the bathroom. You
know that we take care of each other's pussy, don't you?"

"Yes, but I often wondered what you thought about that."

"I always loved doing it, but never thought of it as a sexual
thing until this past year. Actually, I always thought it was
sexual, way sexual, but she was so cool about it. That made it
easy to pretend it wasn't - you know, like two gals helping each
other out with a nasty chore - you scratch my back, I'll scratch
yours sort of thing, only we were scratching each others cunts
and having a ball doing it. What we now do is pretty sexual and
has been. There's no pretending it's not. We get nasty and talk
nasty but only in the bathroom. I suppose you know we masturbate
each other."

"I heard you fist fuck her."

"I do, now, and I love doing that. I'm real good at it, too. I
can make her cum really hard and long. I love that, and boy, does
she ever know how to do me. It's even better now that she uses
her mouth on me. I love the way she eats my pussy. I am such a
slut for her mouth and she now does me in my room whenever the
urge strikes her, or it looks like I need it. Hell, I always need
it. Sometimes I tell her. She is real good about taking care of
me, and I do make a pest of myself ever since she started using
her mouth on me. That's all part of the training. She wants me
horny all the time and loves when I come to her in need and
whisper, 'Mommy, would you please suck on my cunt for me?' I say
those exact words or I don't get my cunt sucked by a mommy."

"Don't you return the favor?"

"Not really. I'm not very bisexual, but I don't think I'd mind
eating her pussy. I think about it a lot. I have had my face in
her beaver and I have done some licking, but not what you'd call
eating out. I know she'd like that."

"What's not to like?"

"Exactly, and I owe her. I'm going to do it. I just haven't, yet.
She doesn't really push me to do anything. I appreciate that."

"It sounds like she pushed you into her thing with Buck."

"Drew, not pushed. She drew me in. I was pretty easy to draw,
too. When they started meeting here and started messing around in
the same room with me, I wanted to be drawn in. I wanted to get
closer and see better. Right away, they got too close and I ended
up drenched in his cum. That did gross me out at first, but Mom
licked the mess off me. That super grossed me out, but boy did
that ever feel good. That first load went mostly in my face. I
quickly got over being grossed out and began looking forward to
getting creamed and licked."

"Were you nude for these cream jobs?"

"No, but between them, they'd get my clothes out of the way. I
didn't wear much or anything that would pose a problem for them -
no bra, no panties - mostly a short skirt and blouse. I usually
ended up nude or wearing a skirt that was more like a belt. After
a week of cream jobs, I stripped naked before we even started
anything. Since then, I am always naked and stay that way."

"So, at first, they weren't fucking, they were creaming."

"Right, but they did some fucking every time. One way or the
other, I got creamed. They'd fuck but cream me. They would fuck
right over my lap and he'd pull out to cum in my face. Sometimes
he'd pull his cock right out of her pussy and stick it in my
mouth. Of course, my mouth was wide open so that he could."

"Do you suck him?"

"Yes, but I don't usually swallow. I swallowed at first, but Mom
can't lick what I swallow. She'll lick the cum right out of my
mouth. I like that more than I like swallowing cum."

"You are full of surprises, Charlene. So is your mother."

"You're telling me. As soon as I turned sixteen, she has been
like a whole nuther person, a sex fiend, a bisexual sex fiend
with a thing for incest. I love it. I love seeing his giant cock
and love seeing fucking up close. They don't mind. In fact, they
fuck to give me the best views, or the best access. I can look,
even stare. I can touch them, even while they're fucking, even
where they are fucking. I can do whatever I want to do or nothing
at all. They make me feel very welcome like they wand me there
and involved. I grew more and more comfortable until I freely
handled Buck's cock and balls before, during, and after a fuck. I
could poke my nose into their dirty business until my nose got
wet if I wanted to."

"Did you?"

"Not at first, but I kept getting closer, wanting better views. I
eventually got wet from fuck dripping onto my face. After that,
things kept on getting messier and messier. After a week of cream
jobs, his slimy cock going off against my lips was no big deal.
Mom had me sucking on his creamy cock before two weeks was up -
sucking him off and swallowing every drop until I wised up and
let her lick it out of my mouth. I'd suck; she'd jack. That table
fuck I told you about. Well, I wasn't seated in the chair. I was
on my knees hugging to Mom's wide legs, kissing and licking
Buck's cock and balls while he fucked her."

"You licked them while they fucked!"

"Yes, him and her, cock and pussy - mostly cock. When he came and
pulled out, all that fuck went in my up-turned face and poured
down my naked body while I held the position and let Mom's cunt
drain on my face with Buck using his cock to smear it around."

"When did that go down?"

"Pretty recent. That was no big deal. When they fuck doggie
style, my face is usually right under them. His wet balls drag
over my forehead. That's how close I get. I like to lick his cock
while he's fucking, and lick right where cock meets pussy. I've
had big wads of fuck fall in my face when he pulls out.
Sometimes, he'll pull out and shoot all in my face and chest or
Mom will wipe her cunt on my face, neck, and tits. She always
licks up all the mess, so I never minded, not even when she'd
squat over my face and give me a good fucked-cunt facial."

"Christ!"

"Yeah, I've had my nose up her fucked cunt lots of times. I just
hold my breath with my lips sealed. I didn't mind that one bit.
That was like eating pussy. I felt like I had eaten pussy - more
like pussy ate me."

"I had no idea she'd get that down and dirty with you. That is
some pretty heavy shit, Charlene."

"I know, but I asked for it. Hell, I knew I'd be getting messy
when I got under there. It couldn't get messy enough to please
me. They knew that. They gave me what I wanted, then Mom would
lick me clean which was a super turn on. I love being licked
anywhere. After I got smart and started getting naked right off,
I ended up getting messy all over, and she licked all over,
didn't matter where. I often wondered what would happen if any
got between my legs. One day, I found out. Blew me away, but she
licked it all up, even inside the slit, and I was sure none got
in the slit."

"Are you saying this was two weeks ago?"

"About that. I know it was the very next time that she jacked him
off between my legs while I held myself open in my welcome-Daddy
pose. That felt really weird and vulgar but knowing what would
happen after made me want some to get inside to see if she would
actually stick her tongue inside my pussy. I didn't think she'd
do that. In fact, I figured she would make sure none went in if
for no other reason than one sperm cell could get me pregnant.
Imagine my surprise when she centered the head right at my hole
and made several squirts go right up me. I still wasn't sure
she'd go after it, and for the longest time, she only licked the
outside. There was plenty outside, all between my legs, in my ass
crack, in my slit, on my mound. She had me squirming, but when
she sent that frog tongue of hers straight up my cunt, I came
unglued. I went berserk. I fucked her face is what I did."

"Jesus Christ!"

"That's what I said. After that, my pussy was theirs to do with
as they pleased. Buck fucked Mom, but his load went up me, and I
did all I could to get every drop inside my pussy. He could have
fucked me any time he wanted to."

"Why didn't he?"

"It was Mom who held him back. I'd be wide open and ready to try
to take all of him. I knew it would hurt like hell, but I didn't
care. I wanted his cum in way deep so she'd have to work hard to
get it all. I swear, Dad, she'd eat me for half an hour after
Buck came in my pussy. I'd cum six, seven, even eight times.
She'd still keep on eating me. She made me a slut for cum. I'll
admit it. I am a slut for cum. I don't care if I get pregnant,
and I know she wants that. That turns her on like crazy. She
wants me knocked up. She'd like to keep me barefoot and pregnant.
Now, I want me knocked up and it turns me on just thinking about
being kept barefoot and pregnant. She wants a whore she can play
with and pass around - one that'll fuck a dog. I'll be her whore
- her bitch whore. I want to please her, and I know she'd be
pleased if I was a whore for you, always hounding you for cock
and cum, sucking you, fucking you, always trying to get knocked
up by you, bearing you one illegitimate, incestuous bastard after
another. She wants that. I know she does."

I said, "You may be right. I'll do my part."

"Would you really, Daddy? Would you keep me barefoot and
pregnant? Honestly?"

"Sweetheart, I will do anything to please your mother. If she
wants you kept barefoot and pregnant, pumping out one
illegitimate, incestuous bastard after another, I can certainly
handle that job."

"Really! Oh DADDY! OH GOD! LET ME GO. I GOTTA CUM!"

"Easy, girl. You can't cum without making me cum. We're saving
that, remember."

"I GOTTA CUM!"

I had the solution. I rolled her off and dove on her cunt. That
was what she needed. The little slut fucked my face for me. Jenny
created a monster and spoiled her rotten. One cum wasn't enough,
nor two, three, or four. I never knew any female who got so wild
over having her cunt eaten. Jenny certainly knew the way to that
girl's heart. We had ourselves a whore. The question was, could
we keep up with her. Then again, we could always build a kennel
out back. Seemed to me that Jenny was agreeable. As for Charlene,
I had no doubt she'd want a well-stocked and well-hung kennel. 

That was one horny little bitch and having orgasms only made her
want more. I never saw anything like it, not that I was
complaining. I just never knew the kid had it in her to be that
slutty and insatiable. I always pictured her as just the opposite
- completely wasted and satisfied after one orgasm and never
vulgar, a quiet cummer, a squeezer and groaner, a passive piece
of ass who grew shy and embarrassed after sex, and could not ever
get over having committed an act of incest much less contemplate
an act of bestiality.

I had a squirming, vulgar bitch on my tongue, one who thought
incest was best if done while sucking off a large mutt. Hell, I
never even dreamed about her sucking on one. Jenny thought about
it, put that obscene thought in Charlene's head, and Charlene
developed a powerful craving for sucking off dogs and swallowing
their load. She wanted to know if that would bother me if she did
that while I fucked her. I said, no, but wasn't sure. That would
certainly be a distraction.

She languished in her welcome-Daddy beaver, looking down at me
eating my own fuck, which I never thought I would ever do. She
caught my eye, smiled, and said, "Ummm, yes, eat my fucking cunt.
You're such a good daddy. You fuck a daughter's cunt then eat it
all up. Ummm, yes, eat the fuck out of me, Daddy. I'll be a good
whore and a super bitch - a mega-whore and a cock-sucking bitch.
You'll see. God, I love it. I love you perverted fuckers, both of
you, and I don't know who is the most perverted. You are both
good at training a girl, taking a nice, innocent girl and making
her be the way you want her to be. I think Mom wants the pregnant
whore and you want the bitch. Maybe it's the other way around,
but I know one thing - you two perverts are in cahoots and I
never stood a chance."

Mighty perceptive little bitch, but I could see where she'd now
be able to put two and two together and see through us. I saw no
point in denying the charge or defending our actions. We won. She
lost. At least she was being a good sport about it - a damn good
sport. I felt like saying, "You're welcome." Instead, I said,
"Your mom wants a whore; I want a bitch."

"Who wants me pregnant, Buck?"

"We all do, including you."

She smiled and said, "I do, now. I'm ruined. I'm a sex slave for
perverted parents. I may as well be kept barefoot and pregnant."

This bothered me. I never thought of us as perverted parents or
of Charlene as a sex slave. Then again, I never envisioned
anything remotely this perverse. This was Jenny's doing, not
mine. There was the possibility that Buck was the driving force
behind the perversity, but then Jenny appeared to be in control.
Charlene seemed to think Buck had little to do with any of this
aside from providing the cocks.

This bothered me to the point that I had to take my face out of
her beaver and sit up. I even closed her legs, which surprised
her. She said, "What's wrong?"

"Sit up, Charlene. Sit up and get serious. I want your hands and
your head out from between your legs."

She sat up against the headboard and rested her hands in her lap,
saying, "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, honey. I think we did. If you see yourself as a sex slave to
perverted parents, something is very wrong. I won't allow that.
You must be in complete control at all times, doing only what you
want to do, free to not do whatever you don't want to do. That's
the way it has to be or it won't be. I will stop this shit
right-fucking-now. Charlene, you think hard and tell me exactly
what you want and, more importantly, what you don't want."

"Gosh, Dad, I don't know anymore, but I like what you just said.
It would be nice to know I could stop everything if I wanted to,
but the truth is, I kinda like the idea of being a sex slave to
perverted parents. I know you're not really, but it's fun
pretending you are."

I smiled and took her hands in mine, then said, "I understand. We
can play that game as long as we all know it's a game, and we all
know who is really in charge. You, Charlene, you are always in
charge. Say the word, everything stops, or say the word and we'll
play a new game. You are the most precious thing in our lives.
Your welfare and happiness is always foremost with us. We have
our own sexual likes and dislikes, our own little kinks, but we
are in full agreement - Charlene comes first."

She smiled warmly on the verge of happy tears and said, "Cums
most, lately."

"That, too."

"Dad, you make me feel so special. I feel so loved. I feel like
crying is what I feel like."

"Then cry if that makes you happy."

She mulled, wiped wet eyes, and said, "Dad, I want to make Mom
happy. She is super enjoying this game. I don't think she'd enjoy
it as much if she knew we were just playing a game. She like has
me under a spell, turning me into a whore who lives to please
her. She likes it real nasty. So do I. I like being her sex
slave. She doesn't force me to do anything; she makes me want to
do anything. I like that; I really, really like that. I trust her
totally - you, too. I trust you both and simply want to throw
myself at your mercy for your pleasure. Whatever turns you two on
will turn me on. I'm sure of it."

I lay alongside of her and took her in my arms. God, I loved that
girl. As I said in the beginning - few men are blessed with a
daughter like I have. I now felt fine. We'd be okay, and she was
right, Jenny wouldn't like it as much if she knew we were playing
a game. I also knew that Jenny was hard at work to make Charlene
the kind of daughter I wanted, at least in fantasy, going one
better with that mutt-sucking thing. The woman was hard at work
making me a dream-doll. That touched me and didn't seem to bother
Charlene one iota. Jenny was going about it right and making the
doll want it. Jenny knew I wouldn't want it any other way. She is
quite a gal, my Jenny. Quite a slut, too, a bigger slut than I
thought. She was already doing shit I didn't think she was
capable of - squatting over our daughter's face and giving her
fucked-cunt facials - Christ! Not exactly light and easy
seduction, but you can't argue with success.

Jenny got off duty at nine that evening and arrived home
dog-assed tired. Waitressing on a Saturday night was always
rough, but she went in tired. Buck kept her tired, so Saturday
shifts after starting her thing with Buck left her dog-assed
tired. She wanted to go straight to bed, which threw Charlene
into a panic. I thought it best to wait one night, but Charlene
couldn't wait. She had to do this nightie night thing ASAP. She
sat Jenny down and began massaging her feet.

That was smart and quick thinking. That was the one thing that
will keep a dog-assed tired waitress on her ass; plus, she would
feel she owed Charlene one. Charlene had her nightie on and was
all set. As yet, Jenny hadn't noticed the absence of panties. I
would have noticed right away, but sex was the furthest thing
from Jenny's mind, another good reason to put this thing off. 

I was also set for the nightie night thing, wearing my boxers and
a T-shirt. I always sat on the sofa for these things so that
Jenny could rub feet. That was where I was, but Charlene wasn't
in my lap, she was kneeling on the floor before Jenny. She soon
had my wife purring, lying in a sprawled slump beside me on my
left, getting more than just a foot rub. This was foreplay, a leg
massage that went all the way up. I couldn't see what her hands
were doing up Jenny's skirt, but I knew that look.

Jenny languished blissfully through ten passes up each leg with
long pauses at the top. Her eyes were closed with her head back
most of that time. Yes, she was getting in the mood. She smiled
with Charlene's hands far under the skirt, then said without
looking to me, "Your daughter is being very nasty."

I gave Charlene an atta-girl nod while saying, "Whatever she's
doing is certainly relaxing you."

I now knew what Charlene was up to under that skirt. She was up
to her elbow in pussy - had to be. Her right hand and forearm
went somewhere. Since hearing about Charlene's fist fucks, I had
been dying to see one. Charlene was dying to show me one. The kid
was killing two birds with one fist. Jenny was now in the mood
for anything. Still without opening her eyes, she said, "Oh,
Roger, this girl is being very naughty. You should take her
panties down and give her a bare-bottom spanking for this."

Charlene smiled while moving her mother's skirt up so that I
could see what she was doing to earn a bare bottom spanking.
Awesome! In almost to the elbow and I could see the impression of
her fist just below the belly button. Jenny wore no panties or
panty hose. This was a request of Buck's. He hated them and pubic
hair. He hated bras, too, but Jenny can't work without a bra.
Charlene got her nipples from her mommy, but Mommy had a big pair
on a big set of mounds that needed the support. After exposing
her mother, Charlene said, "I'm not wearing any panties."

Jenny's eyes popped open and her head shot up to look. Charlene
got up on her knees and lifted the front of her nightie. Jenny
looked to me. This told her that something was new, that
something happened, and that the nightie night thing would not be
business as usual. I just smiled. She looked from Charlene to me,
then to Charlene's loins since she still had herself exposed,
having hoisted the nightie way up to her tits. She studied the
provocative, shameless display, then said, "I think you two were
being naughty while I was working my ass off all day."

Charlene said, "Why do you think that?"

Jenny looked to me, and the look alone said, "You fucked her,
didn't you?"

We wanted that to be a surprise, but the way Charlene was
behaving gave us away. She would never be that way had we not
gotten that intimate. I feigned innocence while saying, "Charlene
told me what you've been up to. You're the one who has been
naughty. You're the one who needs a bare-bottom spanking."

Jenny looked to Charlene who still held her nightie up, still
with her arm up a cunt, wondering exactly what Charlene had
shared. Charlene said, "I'm sorry, Mom, but I told Daddy that you
were cheating with Buck and not using a rubber. I thought he had
the right to know since he told me how much he loves to eat
pussy. That was rotten letting Daddy clean up after another man.
He deserves clean pussy to lick and suck on."

"I suppose you showed him one."

"All I did was show him. I didn't think he'd stick his tongue in
it."

Jenny smiled and looked to me, satisfied that Charlene didn't
tell all, just enough to get her pussy licked, no longer sure
that we had gone all the way. A day spent eating pussy would
produce the same results. If we had fucked, Jenny would expect me
to get behind Charlene and fuck her again. We had discussed this
and that was how she wanted to find out that I scored. I was to
simply stick a dick in Charlene as though that were the most
natural thing, the norm, like a father giving his daughter a
greeting peck on the forehead. Since I didn't shove a cock up
her, I must not have gotten that far.

Jenny was a bit disappointed in me, as in, "How can you spend the
day with your tongue up a girl's snatch and not go for a fuck?
Christ, what do I have to do - stick it in for you and pump your
hips. Can't you see she's ready! Dummy! Dope! Chicken shit!" What
she said was, "You need your ass whipped, you pervert."

Charlene got tired of holding her nightie up and pulled it off
with one hand as I said, "ME! A pervert! You fuck in front of our
minor daughter and have the nerve to call me a pervert."

"Big deal. You spent the entire day with your face in her cunt.
You have her so hot and horny she attacked me as soon as I walked
in the door. Christ, Roger, didn't you even make her cum?"

Charlene volunteered, "No, he didn't. He said that would turn
what he was doing into a sex act, and that wouldn't be right."

That was good and delivered like a true pro. Jenny heard that,
looked to me and fired, "Roger, you fucking asshole. What the
fuck is wrong with you. You have been torturing this poor girl.
How the hell can you say sucking on her cunt isn't a sexual act
just because no orgasm results? Do you think she gives a shit.
Look at her. She's so fucking horny she'd fuck a dog out on the
front lawn. I have a good mind to take her to Buck to have him
and his dog put her out of her misery. I may just keep Buck to
myself and let her have the mutt. I'm sure she'd be grateful for
that."

Now Charlene threw her act in high gear. She had one hand working
her own cunt while the other fucked her mother, crying excitedly,
"Oh yes, Mom, I will be. Please, the dog is all I need. You can
have Buck. The dog is all I need. Oh please, Mom, I gotta get my
cunt fucked by something."

Jenny loved this, certain that I was hearing this for the first
time. I had a stunned speechless dumb look on my face as she
said, "See what you've done to your daughter, you asshole. You
have her begging for dog cock like a cheap slut. Are you happy?
Is that what you want? Do you like seeing her this way. Look at
her...LOOK...do you like seeing her this way? I have a good mind
to bring the dog here and have you watch him put that slut out of
her misery. You deserve to watch a mutt fuck your precious little
princess like a bitch in heat."

Now, it was my turn to act. I said, "You wouldn't!"

"Oh wouldn't I?"

Charlene cried, "Please do, Mom. Bring him here. I'll be a real
good bitch. I'll even suck his cock."

That did it for Jenny. That was all she could take. She exploded
in orgasm and I got to see Charlene in action, see one of this
fist-fuck orgasms Jenny told me about. Unreal. I never saw Jenny
cum that hard or that long. She literally went ape and ended up
on the floor, dazed. This wasn't exactly the plan we had in mind.
In many ways it was better. With Jenny in a daze, Charlene and I
exchanged looks that agreed on following Jenny's lead. She had
something in mind that was better than what we had dreamed up,
and she would think she brought it all about. Winning was more
important to Jenny than to me. She did deserve the credit. In a
way, I sorta slipped in and stole victory right out from under
her. That wasn't right. It was best she continued thinking that I
hadn't had the ultimate pleasure with Charlene.

Jenny slowly came around and got Charlene's arm out of her cunt.
With my help, Charlene and I aided her back onto the sofa where
she continued to get her breath and her wits about her. After a
good orgasm, Jenny usually gets a clear head. Unlike Charlene,
one does it for her. I should have warned Charlene not to trip
her trigger. It would not be unlike Jenny to want to go to bed
and be left alone. Then again, being so close to total victory,
that wouldn't be likely. At any rate, Charlene and I were
resolved to let her run the show.

We waited on Jenny to say something. While we waited, Charlene
massaged Jenny's pussy with both hands. Jenny enjoyed that and
lay sprawled with her legs wide to receive it. This wasn't
masturbation. This was a vaginal massage, exciting to watch and
we both watched Jenny do her vaginal massage thing. Four fingers
of one hand massaged just inside the mouth of the cunt, the other
massaged the external parts. The entire area between Jenny's legs
was sopping wet. Those fist-fuck orgasms produce a great deal of
slit snot as Charlene would say, and I wish she wouldn't say
that. Cunt cream sounds much nicer. Slit snot...what a pip.

After a few minutes, Jenny rolled her head my way and said, "Did
you enjoy that?"

"I can tell you did."

"I always do. She's very good at taking care of her mommy. I
trained her well."

"Yes, I see that."

"Would you like to see her clean this mess up with her tongue."

Charlene caught my eye and gave me a sly nod, letting me know
that she was ready. I said, "Jenny, how could you even think of
having Charlene do that to you."

"Why shouldn't she. I do it to her all the time. Didn't she tell
you?"

I looked to Charlene as though this was news to me and said,
"Charlene, is this true?"

"Yes. I didn't want you to think Mom was a pervert or I would
have told you."

Jenny said, "She has us both eating her cunt for her. She is not
the innocent you think she is. She's a real slut for a tongue. I
can't believe she let you get away with licks. I don't care what
you think, you did not seduce her; she seduced you. I'm surprised
she didn't fuck your brains out."

I started to say something, but Charlene beat me to the punch,
saying, "He knows I seduced him. I was pretty obvious. I
practically put my naked beaver right in his face. I was so horny
today. I had to have something besides my fingers."

Jenny looked to Charlene and said, "Why not go for dick? You do
know he has one that's just right for you, don't you?"

"Yes, but I thought he should decide when to use it on me. I
don't think he wants to."

Jenny laughed, looked to me, and said, "Isn't that precious? She
thinks her daddy doesn't want to fuck her. I see why she thinks
that. I should let her go on thinking that. If I did, you'd never
get any Charlene pussy. It would serve you right, too. You don't
deserve any, not after tormenting her all day. Roger, I am so
disappointed in you. I swear, I am bordering on being pissed. I
will not have you tormenting this child that way. If you stick a
tongue in this girl, you make damn sure she has a few good cums.
I'm serious. If I ever find out you pulled another stunt like
this, I will be pissed."

I looked properly chastised. She looked to Charlene and said, "I
want you to tell me if this ever happens again. Licking pussy is
a sexual act, and when you engage in a sexual act with anyone,
you deserve an orgasm. You should demand satisfaction, even from
your father, especially from your father. I'll tell you something
else, young lady. He wants to fuck you so bad I have seen him
cry. I'm talking tears in his eyes. Don't think for one second
that he doesn't want to stick a dick in you, but you had best
resolve yourself to the fact that he'll never stick it. If you
want to get stuck by your chicken-shit daddy, you'll have to do
the sticking. Take my advice. If you see him with a hardon, he is
begging you for pussy. Act accordingly. Take it and give it back
when you're through with it. If he doesn't thank you, then the
next time he gets a hardon, flip him the bird and tell him to go
jackoff."

Charlene smiled big and said, "Are you serious, Mom? Do you mean
just do it without asking...you know...go all the way?"

"Sweetheart, listen to me and listen good. That dick is yours if
you want it. That dick has always been yours for the taking. He
won't deny it. If he does, I'll call him a liar right to his
fucking face and he knows it. The cock, the balls, and all that's
in them are all yours. I assume by 'all the way' you mean can you
make it go off inside you. Charlene, his sperm belongs to you. If
you want that sperm in your pussy, all you have to do is slip
your little pussy down his dick. I doubt you would even have to
move. There is no way he could keep from giving you sperm if you
want sperm."

Charlene looked to the tent in my boxers. My dick only needed a
slight nudge to come popping out through the gaping fly. Charlene
stared, then reached, nudged, then took my rod in her fist. She
looked to her mom and said, "Really! I could do that? I could get
pregnant if I want?"

Jenny smiled and said, "You have a fertile womb and you are
holding a virile cock. You know how to get pregnant. You're a big
girl, Charlene. I won't stop you and he can't, but I'll tell you
this. If you get yourself pregnant, you're not getting an
abortion. You'll bear the bastard."

Charlene slowly pumped my cock while mulling this exciting
information, then said, "Can Buck get me pregnant?"

"Anyone with virile sperm could. Just get some in your pussy at
the right time. Buck would love to donate to a good cause."

"You wouldn't mind?"

Now, it was my turn. I said, "Jenny, please don't."

"Why, do you want the honor?"

"No, of course not."

"Then stay out of this. You have no say in this."

"She's my daughter, too."

"Roger, do you have any idea how ridiculous you look talking that
shit with your hard, weeping dick in her hand? Take my advice and
stay out of this or she'll sit on that thing and make a complete
fool of you. I would love to see you try to stop her from getting
a load of cum from your balls. You'll pump your little princess
so full of sperm it'll come shooting out of her ears."

That was the signal Charlene wanted to hear. She got up, looked
to her mom, and I saw the subtle nod she got from Jenny, like,
"Do it, Charlene. Fuck him." Charlene thought for a second, then
got her pussy over my cock while facing her mom. With dramatic
pause, she stood with the head centered, got another encouraging
look from Jenny, then eased down. Jenny stared at inches sinking
in. Charlene made the last half look difficult, taking those last
inches in little bounces until her pubes mashed my hair flat. She
then settled back in the crook of my arm in her massage pose,
bringing her bent legs into her mother's lap, her stuffed beaver
wide. Jenny smiled big then leaned in and kissed the place where
we were joined, a wet dream come true.

She gave us a few licks before pulling out and patting the
juncture, saying, "How does that feel, Charlene?"

"Wonderful. It didn't hurt at all."

"You're a woman, now. You can be a mother if you want to be, but
you'll probably have to do some moving."

I said, "Please don't move."

Jenny said, "Don't listen to him, Charlene. You do anything you
want. He could stop you from moving if he really wanted to. For
that matter, he could lift you off. He'll do neither. He wants
you right where you are and he wants you to move. Don't pay
attention to anything he says. Watch what he does. When he goes
to blow his nuts, you couldn't get your pussy off that dick if
your life depended on it. Try it and see. I'll tell you exactly
when he'll blow. Try to escape and you'll get a taste of rape."

Charlene began moving, encouraged by her mother's
inner-thigh-stroking hands with mine ineffectively trying to stop
her. Before long, she rode the entire length and my hands were
assisting. Jenny was in seventh heaven, intimately involved in
this daughter fucking. She got herself turned around and laid on
her belly to put her face right in it, licking us while we
fucked, a most bizarre but very pleasant sensation. She got
Charlene's clit in her mouth and rode up and down while sucking,
making Charlene cry out, "Oh yes, suck on my clitty! He's
helping, Mom, his fucking me, now."

"I know, honey, be ready. He won't last long. Remember what I
told you. Try to get away. I want you to experience rape. You'd
like that, wouldn't you?"

"Yes! I want Daddy to rape me and get me pregnant."

"He will, Charlene, every time if you want it that way. All you
have to do is get him started."

"Oh, god Mom, he's already doing it. He's doing all the work,
now. He's raping me."

"Fight him, Charlene. Don't let him rape you. You're a nice girl.
You're no slut. You don't want to get pregnant by your own
father. Fight, Charlene, fight!"

Charlene struggled but I would hardly call that fighting. I had
no trouble raping her while she fought. The silly bitch had an
orgasm while fighting against rape, but I think Jenny brought
that on by trying to keep the clit in her mouth. Charlene's
orgasmic gyrations tripped my trigger and I blew cum while
jamming her down hard, cramming her with spewing cock which made
a fading orgasm spring back to full force. She screamed through
my climax then went totally limp with Jenny licking at seepage.
Now, I was in seventh heaven. We all were.

Jenny was very happy with the way things went, totally convinced
that she watched Charlene's virgin fuck. She saw all the training
come to fruition with Charlene going for the baby juice. Jenny
took a gamble that I would follow her suggestion and rape
Charlene. She could not have been sure I'd do that. Actually, she
was quite surprised that I did that. As I stated earlier,
knocking the kid up was her thing, not mine. I wanted Charlene on
the pill before we did anything with her. That had always been my
position. I wanted her on the pill as soon as she looked like she
might be ready to be sexually active with anyone. She appeared
ready at sixteen. Jenny had been stalling, so this was a major
victory for her. Licking my sperm from Charlene's pussy had to be
pure bliss. She certainly licked like it was. You would think
honey was seeping out along the edges. That silly fuck-sucking
slut was getting her tongue in alongside my wilting dick, which
kept my dick from fully wilting.

Charlene looked to me with a dreamy smile that said, "See what I
mean about her. She loves that stuff. She loves lapping up fuck
soup." I prefer the term love juice, but fuck soup was
descriptive of what Jenny was lapping at. I didn't make love to
Charlene; I raped her.

Charlene and I languished under Jenny's oral attention. She was
totally lost in her own world, digging deep for the rich stuff
with Charlene straining forward to watch. I gave Charlene back
support. We both watched. Jenny had both of her hands busy
between her own legs with her bare ass showing, licking a fucked
cunt while masturbating. She looked pathetic, consumed with lust,
mindless of how that looked. We watched this provocative
spectacle for a good ten minutes and saw a good orgasm. By this
time, I had Charlene plugged with another full erection and Jenny
had difficulty getting her tongue in.

Jenny came out smiling blissfully with a shiny wet face. She
kissed her way up Charlene's front, stopping to give the nipples
a sucking, then on to kiss Charlene. They engaged in a sloppy
French kiss right in front of my face. Neither had ever mentioned
doing that. I couldn't imagine them doing that but Charlene got
into Frenching with her mother in a big way, using excessive
tongue, even licking wetness from her mouth, lips, and chin. The
kiss lasted several minutes, then Jenny gave me a quick one
before getting back in her place and taking one of Charlene's
feet.

Jenny said to Charlene while looking at her stuffed cunt, "You
look very sexy with your father's hard cock in your pussy."

Charlene said, "That's my hard cock."

Jenny smiled and said, "It is now. Are you happy?"

"Yes, very."

Jenny looked to me and said, "How about you, stud? Are you
pleased with yourself, or are you filled with shame and dread?"

"I'm not pleased, but I feel no shame or dread. I'm weak. I'll
admit that."

"Weak?" She mocked. "You weren't weak when you raped your
daughter, and you did rape her. Don't even try to say you
didn't."

"All right, I raped her."

"Damn right you did, raped her and came in her pussy. I see you
are in no hurry to get her off your dick. Do you think she needs
to soak in sperm?"

"If there's any left in there, I see no harm. Like you said, this
is her dick. She is obviously not finished with it. I'm willing
to wait."

Jenny smiled to Charlene. Charlene smiled back and said, "God, it
really is my dick, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is. Always has been. I should have told you sooner."

"I wish you had. I could have gotten pregnant at twelve."

That warmed her mother's perverted heart. Jenny got a dreamy-eyed
look on her face and ran a loving hand over the juncture of
genitals, saying, "Ummm, yes, and you would have looked so
adorable pregnant at that age. I could kick myself, but you will
still look adorable with a big belly and milky tits. I can't wait
to see you waddling about the house in your ninth month, wearing
your birthday suit with cum running down your legs. I picture you
that way a great deal."

"You're going to get your wish if I have my very own dick, plus
you can make all the cum you want run down my legs, even dog cum.
You gave me a dick, I'll give you my pussy. You can do whatever
you want with this pussy. It's your pussy. I'll just carry it
around for you. Whenever you want to put cum in it, I'll bring it
to you."

Jenny loved the sound of that. She placed her hand possessively
on that pussy, saying, "That's very generous of you, and I accept
the gift. I assume the womb goes with it."

"Of course. Keep it pregnant if you want."

"I'll do that, Charlene. I'm serious."

"I know you are, but it's your pussy and your womb. What you do
with it is your business."

Jenny looked to me and said, "Sounds like I have myself a whore.
What do you think of that, Roger?"

"That's the way it sounds to me, too."

"Yes, but what do you think of me turning your little princess
into a whore, a pregnant whore. I will, you know. I'm serious.
I'm talking slut if I get my way. [looking to Charlene] Can I
turn you into a slut?"

"Yes. I'll be anything you want me to be."

Jenny looked back to me and said, "Well?"

"Well...she's off to a good start."

"More than you think. If you like her as a slut, you have me to
thank."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. I must say, you surprise me, Roger. I knew you
had it bad for her, but do you have it that bad that you'll let
me have my way with her to get what you want?"

"I must. I don't feel like stopping you."

"Well, you hold that thought while I get some sleep. I am
exhausted. Do what you want with my whore, but bring her to bed
with you. Sleep with your dick in her. I want to wake up and see
that."

With that she got up. As she padded off, I said, "I'll do that.
Sleep tight."

"Fuck you, Roger."

Jenny has a rather loose pussy. She's a bit sensitive about that.
She always says 'fuck you, Roger,' when I mention the word,
tight. It's a running joke, but it was no joke after she took to
fist fucking.

As soon as she left the room, Charlene got up and faced me,
straddling my hips before squatting to get re-cocked. She sat
fully, then threw herself into a hug, going, "Oh, Daddy, this was
the ultimate. She is so happy. Did you see how happy she was when
I gave her my pussy and my womb and said I'd be anything she
wanted me to be?"

"Charlene, she will turn you into a slut, and she will keep you
pregnant. This is no game. She is dead serious."

"I know, but I don't care. Crazy, huh?"

"Yes. Way crazy."

"Does it bother you that much?"

"Charlene, you're my little princess. What do you think?"

"I think you're fucking me again. That's a funny way to treat a
little princess."

I held her by the ass and was only lifting and dropping her a
little bit to keep my dick hard. Still, she had a point and I
didn't stop. I grinned sheepishly and said, "Can't a daddy fuck a
little princess?"

"Sure, but he better get her owners permission first. This is
your wife's pussy you're fucking."

"A husband has every right to fuck his wife's pussy."

That made her think...then smile...then say, "That's right, you
do. I didn't think about it that way, but this is your wife's
pussy. You can fuck it all you want. I just carry it around. When
you want some, take some, but don't treat me like a little
princess if you're going to use me like a whore. I want you to
treat me like a whore, a little slut, something to fuck."

I smiled and said, "All right, Charlene, I'll do that." Then, I
did that. I rolled her to her back and fucked the stuffings out
of her. I then carried her to the bed, still joined, and woke
Jenny while getting us in beside her. Jenny rolled our way and
immediately reached between Charlene's legs, smiled, and said,
"Good, stay that way. Oh, Roger, I love this. I am going to be
such a bad mommy to this slut, and I doubt I'll feel the
slightest remorse for anything I make her do. I can make her do
anything, Roger, anything. Do you know what I'll enjoy most of
all...turning her into a slut before your very eyes, ruining your
little princess. I will, too, Roger. I will because she'll let
me. I'm going to turn her into a bitch, Roger, a real bitch. I
can't wait to see the look on your face when you see your sweet,
innocent, little princess getting fucked by a big mutt and you
see her taking that mutt cock like a bitch in heat."

We had Charlene between us. Jenny had to talk past Charlene to
talk to me. At this point, she looked to Charlene and said,
"You'll be a good bitch for me, won't you, Charlene?"

"Yes, a very good bitch. I'll always be in heat for you. Just
bring me a mutt. You'll see."

Jenny looked to me and said, "I've been busy, Roger. I have been
hard at work making a slut and a bitch out of your little
princess."

"I see that. Don't get too carried away, Jenny. Let's remember
who this bitch slut is."

"I won't get carried away, but you stop acting holier than thou.
Don't you dare go back to treating her like the princess. She's a
slut princess, now. You can't have it both ways, and she can't
live both ways. She's a slut, now, and I want her kept that way.
We're in this thing together, no going back. Agreed?"

"Agreed. I'm willing to follow your lead, Jenny, but lets not get
too carried away."

"I suppose getting her pregnant is getting too carried away?"

"No, I'll go along with that."

"You'd better since you're already helping. Doing a good job,
too. I'm impressed. Doesn't it bother you that you're doing
this?"

"No, you can keep her barefoot and pregnant. I'll do my part or
watch while you breed her like a dog to any stud you please."

"Really! So, it wouldn't bother you if I breed your daughter to
Buck? I know you won't mind me breeding her to his dog. I'll do
that often, starting tomorrow. You'll think she's married to the
mutt, but what about Buck? Are you saying you won't mind if I
breed her to Buck to make a little bastard Buck, just so he can
get his kicks knocking up our little girl."

"I told you to make him happy. If that makes him happy, let him
knock her up."

"Interesting. She may already be. I've been pumping his sperm
into her pussy for over two weeks, now. No, he doesn't fuck her.
He puts the head in and I jack him off. You said make him happy.
That makes him very happy. It might interest you to know she
takes a load of virile sperm like a true slut, and has from the
start. She makes me a good spread and takes every drop without a
whine or whimper. Not once has she made an objection to me
pumping a man's cum into her fertile cunt. Hell, she'll pump
herself full of cum, then languish on that spent cock like a
happy whore with a cunt full of sperm. I wish you could see that.
You will see that. I want you to do the pumping. Would you do
that?"

"Yes, if he'll let me."

"He'll let you. Hell, he's dying to fuck her in front of you. He
wants us to watch him knock our daughter up."

"We must make him happy."

"We must. So, that isn't going too far. What is? Are you saying I
can't breed her to livestock?"

"I'm saying, we don't get too carried away. I don't want to come
home one day and see her pulling a train on the living room
floor."

"Then call ahead."

"Jenny!"

"I was just kidding. I won't get carried away. You're the one I'm
worried about. You keep her out of the dog pound. One dog, Roger,
Buck's. I won't have you breeding her to every stray mutt that
pisses in our yard."

"Fine. Get some sleep, Jenny. I think we have a good
understanding. Charlene now knows what she's in for. She hasn't
said anything, so I take silence as acceptance."

Charlene said, "I already said she could do anything. She knew
that before I said it. I let her do whatever she wants. You guys
can do whatever you want with me. I'll pull trains and go to the
pound. Do whatever you feel like doing. Use me anyway you want.
Do whatever turns you on. You'll never hear me whine or whimper.
Use me to the fullest while you still have me, because when I
turn eighteen, I'm going to live my own life and only do the
things I like doing, and I'll be on the pill while I'm doing it.
You have time to get three bastards out of me, more if I have
twins or triplets. I'll deliver what I'm carrying when I turn
eighteen, but after that, I'm repossessing the womb. Pussy goes
with it. I'm not saying I won't share. I'm saying, for the next
twenty-two months, it's all yours. The whole body is. If you're
smart, you'll use it to the fullest."

That laid things out nicely. Jenny gave her a long French kiss. I
gave her a big hug. Jenny came away from the kiss and said,
"Well, I'm taking her at her word. You do what you want, but if
you don't want to see her pulling trains, call ahead. When I said
slut, I meant slut, and I want to watch a slut pulling trains in
the comfort of my own home."

The little slut was happy. I could tell. She knew her mother
could get her plenty of cock, trainloads of cock. That was what
she wanted. I finally saw Charlene for the slut she really was.
You just wouldn't know to look at her, but my cock was buried in
a slut that couldn't be happier. I told her I'd set her up with
all the mutts I could and asked if she was serious about making a
trip to the pound. I told her I could probably set something up
with the workers to bring her in after hours so she could come in
on a regular basis to serve the condemned mutts a last fuck - a
big fantasy of mine - dumb, I know, but she said anything.

She said she'd love that and told me to set it up. She even
suggested I take her with me when I went to set something up. She
could offer them pussy. She said, "You could offer me up as their
whore in exchange for access to the dogs. They might put me to
work there. Would you like it if I worked as a whore in a dog
pound?"

Jenny, who had rolled away from us, said, "Like it. He'd fucking
love that. You'll get the job, but if you're going to be a whore
for him, you'll be a whore for me, too. I plan to sell all the
pussy I can, so get some rest. You'll need it."

Yes, that was one happy slut. Damn, did we ever have it made. The
rest of this story is predictable. Charlene got hired on the spot
- under the table, of course. Then again, she was under the table
sucking off the big boss when she got the job. Right after that,
he brought Spot in and the other workers - four - one female,
three males. I thought the female might pose a problem. She
looked straight as an arrow, but she helped Spot get mounted then
got in front to face-fuck Charlene. What a nasty cunt she turned
out to be, and she was Charlene's immediate supervisor.

Jenny, true to her word, turned pimp overnight. We made a killing
selling pussy. Charlene was pregnant when she turned eighteen and
did deliver a set of twins, making three bastards with one in the
oven. She also repossessed the pussy because we had gotten
completely out of hand. The fifteen rings in her nipples and
pussy didn't bother her too much, but we went a little overboard
on vulgar tattoos. Well, damnit, she said anything. 

                            The End

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