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Subject: {ASSM} The Gypsy Queen pt. 5 {Stereograph} (MFg+ ped con? slow)
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Story codes: MFg+ ped con? slow

WARNING: This story contains graphic descriptions of sex with
         minors.  Read at your own risk.


======================{ The Gypsy Queen }=======================
                      { Part 5  Repairs }

   The girls and I marched to the van.  We each had our pirate
headscarf on.  We had to.  We were headed to the 'Bloody Queen's
Faire' with a group of Pam's friends for an annual outing,
'Pirate Weekend'.  The annual outing had been started by a group
of young men that included Pam's late husband.  It had been a
drunken bash and was governed by a set of, mostly silly, rules.
One of the rules was that everyone involved had to wear a Jolly
Rodger bandanna from 'Last call for the bathroom' until entering
the front door on Sunday night.  There were dire penalties for
being caught without it.  In the following years, the men had
grown up and added girlfriends, wives, and children.  It was now
a family event, but silly rules were still a big part.

   It was a four and a half hour drive to our motel.  We had to
make a rendezvous, at a rest stop, first.  The penalty for being
late was for the late arrivals to buy everyone else 'Dippin
Dots'.  Given the price of faire food, that could put a serious
dent in a family's weekend budget.  We weren't going to be late.

   I was driving for the first leg to the rest stop.  The girls
played noisily and squabbled some, but it was no worse than I'd
expected.  Pam kept it from getting out of control, as a good
parent should.  Traffic on the Interstate was murder, just what
you'd expect on a summertime Friday evening.

   The first hitch of the weekend happened just a few miles short
of the rest stop.  Pam must have seen Cathy playing with herself
and told Ann to give Cathy her vibrator.  Pam and Ann had a loud
argument about who had rights to Ann's toy.  Cathy never made a
peep.

   "Drop it!  Both of you," I said.  "Cathy doesn't want the toy,
so you're arguing about nothing.  This trip is long enough without
that."

   They both tried to sway me to their side, but I ignored them.
We arrived at the rest stop about fifteen minutes later.  The
argument ended as the girls went to play with the other children
and Pam helped set up the picnic supper.  I hung out with the
other men, bullshitting.

   Most of the other people were familiar to me.  I had a bit of
an acquaintance with some of them.  They were all happy Pam was
getting on with life again.  I'd get along fine with this bunch.

***

   Saturday morning was hectic.  With three slugabeds in our
room, and two morning people, we started getting ready late.
Annie and I had passed the time before the others woke doing a
69.  Pam was cross that she'd missed watching any but the
conclusion.  Cathy wanted petted.  Darla crowded in, and I petted
both girls at the same time.  Pam had to have a screw then, with
the girls cheering us on.  We should have been taking showers and
eating.  Garb and accessories were hard to locate.  We were
almost late for the trip to the faire.  The penalties for being
late would have been bad.  I hadn't had time to make a coffee
run.

   Everyone had a good time that day.  We spent lavishly on food
and rides for the children.  There was plenty of joking and
laughing.  The entertainers were familiar with our group and
played up to us.  Shopping and haggling occupied the rest of the
time.  Enough beer was consumed to keep us jolly.

   At the pub, away from the children, some of the men teased me
about having a houseful of pussy to draw on.  They were just
joking, of course.  If they'd known the truth, they would have
been horrified.

   It was at the motel that night that things came to a head.
Just as bedtime, for the younger girls, approached I ended up
giving Darla a mustache ride while Annie rode Sparky.  Pam
masturbated while watching.  Cathy just watched, quietly.  Annie
and I made our usual mess since Sparky pushed out what he had
pumped in.  Pam ordered Cathy to lick up everything, including
Ann's pussy.  Cathy licked me clean, but refused to lick Annie,
who looked unenthusiastic at the prospect of Cathy licking her.
Pam grabbed Cathy and spanked her very hard several times.  Cathy
retreated to a chair in the corner, crying.  Annie took Darla to
the bathroom to 'clean up'.  I yelled at Pam and we fought.  Then
I took Cathy to my breast and gave her all the comfort I could.

   The weekend was ruined.  The girls tip-toed around Pam.  They
barely made a sound.  Cathy took her bandanna off at the gate
Sunday morning and announced she wasn't playing anymore.
Everyone gave me suspicious stares.

   I spent the whole drive home wondering what to do.  I could
have just walked away from the whole mess.  I'd lived without
much sex for many years.  I'd miss it, but not enough to trouble
me much.  I'd never thought to satisfy my taste for little girls
anyway.  I loved the girls, and Pam, too much to do that.  Pam was
getting out of line, but she was a wonderful woman most of the
time.  A plan formed in my mind.  If it worked, all would be
well.  If it didn't, I'd be in a lot of trouble.  I was willing
to take the risk.

***

   I took a half day off on Wednesday.  I drove to Pam's house.
Pam was working and the girls had a teenage girl babysitting.  I
briefly wondered how much she knew about our family life.  I
didn't know and wasn't taking the risk of finding out the hard
way.  I took all four to the park and bought ice cream from a
vendor.  I was looking for an excuse to ditch the babysitter for
a while when fate stepped in.  She spotted friends at a picnic
table on the other side of the park.  She asked to go visit them.

   I outlined my plan to the girls.  They were scared, but agreed
to try.  We swore the most dire oaths that children can come up
with that we'd stick together though the plan.

   We beat Pam home by five minutes.

***

   Friday I crawled to Pam's house through traffic worse than I'd
ever yet seen.  Perhaps I was just more impatient than ever
before.  Pam and the girls were on the lookout for me.  I was
mobbed with hugs and chatter the moment I emerged from the truck.
God, I loved that whole crew.

   Pam was eager to start with sex the moment we entered the
house.  I shrugged and went along.  The girls and I weren't ready
to put the plan into action yet.  To humor Pam, Cathy and Darla
humped my hands while Annie rode my tongue.  Then I screwed Pam
silly.

   At supper everyone was subdued.  Pam wore a post-coital glow.
The girls were nervous about tonight's plan.  So was I.  After
supper we played outside.  I'd brought a croquet set.  The girls
took bathroom breaks to set up props for the night.

***

   We repaired to the family room.  Tonight's Feature; a movie
Pam had made from video and still shots of the girls and me
having sex.  Everyone knew what she wanted.  When the scene of
me tying up Darla came around, I asked for Pam's hands.  She held
them out, silly girl.  I tied her wrists together and her ankles
to her wrists.  She wiggled testing the bonds, looking just like
her daughter in the video.  She had equal success.  Then the fun
began.

   Pam asked to be freed.  Those were her last words before Annie
gagged her with a knotted bandanna.  Annie tied the gag tighter
than needed.  I didn't have her fix it.  The way Pam was bound
was known to the army as 'Buck and Gag' back in the days when
corporal punishment was still allowed.  It was one of the cruelest
practices.  Darla had loved it, but I'd only had her tied that
way for about fifteen minutes.  It was quite comfortable, for
short periods, and she was distracted at the time.  Soldiers under
punishment often felt comfortable enough to taunt the officers
early on.  This led to unauthorized additions to the punishment.
They were hardly needed.  By the end of the usual three hour
session, a man was in extreme agony.  They often could not walk
back to quarters after release.  I explained this to Pam.  Extreme
is an overused word, applied to this punishment it had real
meaning.  Some men asked to be killed during punishment, if they
could still speak around their gag.

   I started off the corrective instruction with, "Pam, you are
getting way out of line with your sexual demands on the girls.
They are doing more than they care for in an attempt to please
you.  You still punish them for failure to do enough.  It has to
stop!"  I punctuated the last word with a riding crop to her
thigh.  I don't remember why I bought the crop, not for use like
this.

   "We like doing things for you," piped in Cathy, "but you push
too much.  You make us do icky things!"  Cathy half-squatted and
dribbled some piss on Pam's face.

   "You treat us like toys!" screamed Annie.  She started one of
Pam's vibrators going and stuffed it under Pam's butt.

   Darla had no speech to give.  She merely swatted her mother's
arm.

   "You treat them just like toys.  You haven't always done that
to children." I said.  "I've spoken to some of your former
playmates, starting with the woman who's son you plan to borrow.
They tell me you were always kind and fun to play with.  These
are your own flesh and blood.  They are your children," I whacked
Pam to drive home the point, "born of your body." (whack) "The
ones you love most, like a good mother should." (whack) "You
ought to treat them better than mere playmates!" (whack)

   By now, Pam ought to be feeling the strain of her tied
position.  I discarded the crop.

   "We love you, mommy," Darla said, and the others piped
agreement, "we want you to be good to us."

   "We want to please you, but we're little girls," said Annie,
"we can only do so much and we will only do what doesn't scare
us."

   "No more icky things, not unless it's made fun," said Cathy.

   "The rules you laid out for my interactions with your
daughters showed a concern for their safety and wellbeing.  Your
behavior since then suggests you've forgotten about that," I said.

   The girls lined up.  Each one peed directly on Pam's face.
Pam was crying behind her gag.  She'd taken in what we had to
say.  By now she was in real pain as well.

   I said, "We are going to clean up and have some fun.  You will
stay tied while we do.  Think hard what you want to say to us.
I'll remove the gag first, so you can have your say.  If you say
the right thing, we'll shower you and put you to bed.  If you
don't say the right thing, I'll put the gag back and untie you
much later.  You'll sleep where you are, dirty as you are.  Make
your choice."

***

   I cleaned each child of pee.  They lined up and made a game of
sucking Sparky, turn and turn again.  Each girl licked and sucked
for a period of time determined by her sisters.  Then the next
girl had her chance.  Darla won.  She showed off her cum filled
mouth proudly.  The prize was a grand, round the world, licking
by me.  Darla loved her prize.  The other girls were jealous, so
they got consolation prizes, a nice heavy petting.  We all
trooped to the kitchen for sundaes.  We cleaned up behind
ourselves.  Pam was not going to be in any shape to clean the
kitchen, and if she gave the right answer we didn't want to tax
her patience.

   Pam had been tied for about an hour when we returned to the
family room.  Annie untied her gag.

   "Have I really been such a monster that I deserve this?" Pam
said.  Annie started to gag Pam again.  I stopped her.

   "Yes, you have."

   "I didn't realize.  I'm just trying to make up lost time.
We only live so long.  Children grow so fast and it's hard to
find any for this kind of thing.  I'm feeling pressured," Pam
said.

   "You're making excuses.  You just need to agree not to push us
and say you are sorry, no more."

   "But you all have to understand!"

   I let Annie tie the gag.  We ejected the movie Pam had made
and put in a wonderful, old, family musical.  It was older than
me and still pleased all of us.  I let it play for a while, then
paused it.

   Annie removed the gag.  Pam's first words were, "I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry."  She broke down crying.  I started the movie and
let her cry.

   "I'll be good!" Pam shouted over a mass scene of singing and
dancing.  I stopped the movie.  "I'll stop pushing."

   "You are allowed to ask for what you want," said Annie.

   "Ask.  Not demand!" put in Cathy.

   "No spankings!" added Darla.

   "Ask, if it's something I will do, I'll do what I can to make
it fun.  If I, or the child, says no, then no is the answer," I
said.

   "No means no!" the girls chanted in unison.

   "No means no," said Pam.  "I can live with that," She hung her
head down.  "Please forgive me."

   Each of us forgave Pam.  I untied her.  She'd been tied for
about half the time a soldier would have been.  She was too stiff
to move on her own.

   We gave Pam some time to regain the use of her legs.  We lead
her, half carried by me, to the bathroom and ran a warm bath.  We
used the homemade soaps Annie had acquired to bathe her, taking
turns.  We lead her to her bedroom, me supporting her on the
steps, and put her to bed.  We joined her and slept in a big
group hug.

***

   I arose early, as did Annie.  We cleaned the family room
carpet.  The other girls came down one at a time and watched.

   We were all enjoying coffee or milk on the back porch when Pam
came down.  I poured for her.  We drank and joked for a while, no
one mentioned the previous night's activity.  Someone suggested
the woods, Pam begged soar legs.  Annie started to chide her, I
put a stop to it.

   "Water under the bridge.  Why don't we have a picnic at the
park.  You girls can play and us old people can relax and watch,"
I said.

   The park passed by voice vote.

   The girls competed for my attention.  They shot me so many
pantie flashes it got old.  They competed for Pam's attention
too, showing off their abilities on the monkey bars and at
gymnastics.  I joined them for a game of tag that somehow
featured a lot of sprawling on the ground, legs held high.  I
suggested going home to play.  Home we went.

***

   The girls were ready to play naughty, but everyone was walking
on eggshells.  They all looked to me to smooth things out.  Pam
was afraid of offending anyone again and the girls were afraid
Pam's reformation might not have taken.  I looked to Cathy for
help.

   I sent her for the markers and had her explain the 'Target
Game'.  I let Cathy start it, kissing the hand she drew on,
aggressively.  We passed the pen.  Of course I gave, and got,
four times the kisses.  We were all in the mood by the time Darla
targeted her mound.  I'd kissed everyone's butt and nipples by
then.  Darla got an aggressive kissing, but I didn't go all the
way to eating her.  It was Cathy's turn, and sure enough she drew
on her mound.  I drew on my balls.  Annie, mound.  I pointed to
my previous target.  Pam, mound.  I drew on Sparky's shaft.
Around the circle we went again.  Annie won, just barely getting
her mouth in place after the first shot anointed her nose.  She
got a royal licking for her prize.

   Pam stepped in.  New pen, and a vibrator.  One of hers, not
Annie's souped up model.  Spin the toy for a drawing partner, who
got touched with the toy.  I waited for an objection, but the
girls were comfortable with this game.  Round and round we went.
I stayed away from my dick, it was still sensitive.  The girls
found novel places to try.  Soon enough, we were back to pussies.
Cathy came first, winning the game.

   That left Pam and Darla still randy.  We settled on Darla
taking a mustache ride and sucking Pam's tits while Pam rode
Sparky.  Ann and Cathy got to be the cheering section.  Everyone
agreed to their part.  The afternoon was young and things were
working out.

***

   I moved in during the week.  Pam and I shared a bed.  Not much
except sleep happened in it unless a child joined us.  Pam scaled
back her demands for sex to a couple times a week.  She explained
that she was comfortable with that, now that the pressure to get
any was over.  The girls scaled back too.  I was kept busy
enough with the four of them and only one of me.

   Cathy still wanted her morning petting, she just had to get up
before I had to go to work to get it.  Annie saved screwing for
private time with me.  She liked her toy for sessions with Pam
and me.  Pam liked that too, she got more dick that way.  Darla
was apt to come up with something novel at any moment.  She lost
interest in pee games and moved on.  She still played hard and
was apt to get scraped in the process.  All the girls still
engaged in short bouts of playing with themselves during times of
inactivity.  Orgasmic sex hadn't replace that.

   All four showered me with affection.  I was one happy man.

***

   Three weeks after the disaster at Pirate Weekend we were back
on the road to the Bloody Queen's Faire.  Different group,
different theme, different rules.  This group was all couples.
Pam's girls were the only kids.  The theme was Romance Weekend.
We all wore a specially designed silk rose on our headgear.
There was a list of words.  If you used one you had to kiss
someone, of the opposite sex, picked by the other participants
present.  It went much better than Pirate Weekend.

   No one took the girls seriously.  The girls made sure they
paid their penalties.  Cathy, shy and cautious Cathy, made the
most mistakes.  She must have kissed every man in our group at
least once.  Darla volunteered to collect every penalty she was
present for.  She was often chosen as a joke.  Annie was very
careful and kissed the least.  I think she was starting to
realize how soon this game could get serious for her.

   That night in the motel was our first night all in the same
bedroom since I'd moved in.  I wasn't the same room as before,
but they all look the same.  Everyone was nervous again.  I
started off by using as many of the forbidden words as possible,
in a sentence.  Pam and the girls all claimed a kiss.  Cathy and
Darla both wanted petted, so I did them at the same time.  Pam
started kissing their nipples, then backed off.  Both girls told
her it was alright to kiss and used a forbidden word, snickering
almost in unison.  Annie still hung back.  The little ones came.
We formed a group hug.

   Pam was ready for the main event.  She asked Annie to take a
mustache ride and suck her tits, while she rode Sparky.  That was
her favorite way to do a three-way screw.  Annie shook her head
'no'.  Pam looked to be getting angry.

   "I don't like the lezzie stuff, mom.  It's weird.  I'd rather
face up," Ann said.

   Pam said, "You're just a child yet, so it's not lezzie.
You've been sucking my tits all your life.  When you grow some
yourself, we'll stop."

   "I don't want too!"

   Pam looked on the verge of going off.  Then she calmed and
lipped, "no means no,".  "Have it your way then."

   We hunkered down to a good hard screw then.

   Life was good.  Very, very, good.

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