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A Friend in Need by Phil Phantom
We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a decade ago.
We bought our 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago. We've added on,
built a pool, deck, sauna, weight room, and den. Our neighbors are
jealous, but they're still friends. We've known most of them from the
beginning - four couples especially. They've all been through tough
times. Cheryl and I have helped them all from time to time. I'm
lucky, I suppose. I'm a top-notch salesman. I'm never out of work or
money, and I'm also free with my money.
My friends think I'm generous to a fault. When we go out as a group,
I always grab the check. We entertain a great deal. Our home is like
a yuppie playground. The drinks are free, the music is
sixties/seventies, and there's no need to drive home drunk. Either
stagger home or crash where you are.
Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew them from high school.
Frank is an auto mechanic; Rachel sells Avon - mostly to Cheryl.
Cheryl is fucking Frank fairly regularly, and I've had the pleasure of
bopping Rachel a few times when she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is
bisexual. She's had Rachel more than I have, but only when Rachel
gets shit-faced. Rachel gets teased about that a great deal. She's
straight as an arrow with a body that is anything but straight.
Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez keeps the
books. I loaned them the money to start their business. They paid
back the principle, but Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by
periodically depositing her tongue between Cheryl's legs. Ed paid
interest as well, making sperm deposits in Cheryl's sperm bank.
Though the debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying interest.
Ed and Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have to
be considered the only plain one in the bunch and she's a little on
the chubby side. I've never fucked Inez, probably never will.
David and Sue are holy rollers. They never miss church, though
they've given up on winning converts from any of us. David is the
only guy that has never fucked my wife, though she tries to get him to
mount her; but then again, my horny wife tries to get everything with
a hard dick to mount her. David has a hard dick most of the time, bit
keeps his marital vows.
Sue, on the other hand, will lift her skirt and spread her legs at the
snap of my finger. I had to use a little friendly blackmail to
condition her - a few immodest pictures taken at a drunken bash on New
Years Eve 1986 did the trick. Sue needs an excuse to commit adultery;
but GOD, can that woman commit adultery! She's a genuine three-holer
holy roller. Praise the Lord!
She's also the mother of my second child, two-year-old Jennifer. This
caused quite a scandal within their church. I have fire red hair.
Dave and Sue are both brunettes. Jennifer has fire red hair. Dave
just started returning to the group last year, though Sue never left.
Dave turns a blind eye to his wife's infidelity. I get a big kick out
of making it difficult for him to do so. I knocked his wife up on
purpose. Don't get me wrong. I like Dave. I like fucking with him
even more.
Getting her pregnant was easy. I simply told her to get off the pill
and avoid sex with Dave during ovulation. I ordered her to track her
cycles for me and report to me for twice-daily screwings at those
times when she was most fertile. She put up a mild fuss, swore she
couldn't, but the next day, she presented me with her pills and a
chart. When she was ripe, she reported twice a day, spread her legs,
and let me pump her full of cum. Like I say, it was pretty fucking
easy.
Sue is my whore and I treat her as such. Cheryl gets a kick out of
that; hell, we all do. Okay, Dave don't, but that's the cross he
bears. Those born-agains love bearing crosses, and I love building
crosses for them to bear. Sue has resisted my attempts to get her and
Cheryl together. She's weakening, though.
And last, but certainly not least, Neal and Diane. Neal was
everybody's best friend, a regular party animal. He had a joke for
every occasion, the life of every party. He and my wife were lovers
before he married Diane four years ago. Diane was by far the most
attractive woman in our group. She was also the youngest at twenty
four, the most educated, the most cultured, and the most reserved.
She was a trophy catch for Neal, but she never did fit in with our
group. We tried, but she always looked and felt out of place, but god
what a looker.
She stands five two, has a full head of silky brown hair down to her
ass, and has a figure that stops express trains (38-22-36). Rachel
gives Diane Avon cosmetics to wear just for the free advertisement.
Diane has rare beauty that, depending on how she wore her clothes and
makeup, would make her look right at home on the cover of Cosmopolitan
or Hustler.
Frankly, Diane could make a mud pack look good. She has perfect white
teeth, huge brown eyes, and full lips. I'm a leg man, and I've never
seen finer legs on any woman. Unfortunately, Diane doesn't mess
around, drink, or have any vices to exploit.
Diane was the newest member of our group, but after four years, she
never did fit in. Actually, Dave never fit in either but for
different reasons. The two would talk for hours on end - philosophy,
art, religion - while the rest of us would be rolling in puke, half
naked.
We were excited by her addition, but soon realized - like Dave - she'd
never loosen up. We have been salivating over her ever since she
arrived on the scene.
Neal died in a car wreck three months ago. He was a great guy but a
lousy driver and lousier gambler. He had no life insurance and owed a
fortune in gambling debts. Diane had never worked a day in her life,
had no family to turn to, and we were her only friends. When they
came to foreclose on the house, naturally, we took her in. What are
friends for?
During that first week, she was treated as a guest. As we got to know
her better. Once we realized how dire her circumstances were, we
began seeing her in a different light. She was helpless on her own
and frightened of the outside world. All she wanted to do was read
and tend the garden. When it became clear that Diane had no plans to
leave, Cheryl was the first to suggest that we make Diane work for her
keep.
This idea of Cheryl's came after repeated rejects to her advances.
Cheryl doesn't take rejection well from people she feels owe her. I
tried to put the make on Diane myself, but grounded out at first base.
Cheryl never gave up and got angrier with each rejection. By the end
of that first week, Cheryl wanted to make Diane a domestic servant.
She said she could train the bitch. The idea struck me as cold and
heartless, but when my wife described the uniform she had in mind, I
smiled and told her to go for it.
At dinner that evening, Cheryl dropped the bomb on our sexy live-in
house guest. Diane sat meekly listening as Cheryl explained the
necessity of either sending her away, or putting her to work. Diane's
submissive acceptance inspired Cheryl to sharpen her tone. Before
long, she came across as a strict task master, warning and threatening
Diane. Cheryl offered work in exchange for room and board and a small
allowance.
Frankly, I was embarrassed, so was our son. Jason was seventeen and
Diane's presence in the house had him in tight pants most of the time.
He revered Diane and treated her like a goddess. Hearing his mother
talking to her like a low-life domestic boggled his mind. Seeing
Diane accept this treatment and abuse, boggled all our minds. I
couldn't imagine any woman taking that shit, much less a babe like
Diane. Hell, she could walk out our door and be shacked up with some
wealthy playboy that evening.
By the time Cheryl was through, tears flowed down Diane's cheeks. To
add insult to injury, Cheryl told her that it was not proper for
domestics to eat with the family. She told her to take her plate to
the kitchen. Diane looked so dejected, so hurt and humiliated, like
the bottom had completely dropped out of her life.
I was just about to stop the charade and comfort the distraught girl
when Diane hung her head, picked up her dinner, and departed. When
she was out of ear shot, I looked to Cheryl and started to speak. She
shushed me with a raised hand, and said, "Don't say anything, Red. I
know what I'm doing."
She looked to Jason who stared at her with an angry scowl. She said,
"Do you like her, Jason?" He nodded with a set jaw. "Would you like
to see what she looks like naked?" His jaw relaxed. He swallowed
hard and nodded. "If I am successful, you'll get more than a peek at
her soft and jiggly parts." Jason turned to me and said, "Let Mom
handle this, Dad. She knows what she's doing."
The boy thinks with the head of his dick, but so did I at his age.
For old time's sake, I was thinking with my dick, too. I said, "She's
all yours, Cheryl. I wish you'd go slower, but I'm staying out of
this completely."
Cheryl began at once to train Diane. She started with the clean-up
after dinner and dogged her until late in the evening. Diane could do
no right. Cheryl brought her to tears several times. My wife
reminded me of a drill sergeant at boot camp - loud, degrading,
demeaning, and authoritative. What's more, Diane reminded me of a
young trainee - frightened, nervous, unsure, moldable.
Jason and I cringed when Cheryl first slapped Diane across the face
for not addressing her as Ma'am. This was not a simple slap, but a
head jarring blow that made a loud crack and left an angry red
imprint. I thought Cheryl had gone a too far, and the slap almost
launched Jason to the rescue. If Diane had cried for help instead of
submissively begging forgiveness, I might have joined him. As it was,
we sat still and watched her beg. Fuck, I couldn't believe it. That
slap should have sent her storming out the door. Instead, she begged
forgiveness.
Cheryl was relentless after that. The physical abuse became
commonplace. We found that hard to watch. We left the room when
Cheryl forced Diane's nose into some gravy she'd spilled on the floor.
After three days, Cheryl had Diane stepping and fetching. She had
Diane calling her Ma'am, calling me, Sir, and calling Jason, Master.
Jason loved his title.
On the fourth day, after breaking a cheap vase, Cheryl instituted
spanking. She took Diane by the elbow and marched her into the garage
like a child. We heard the smacks and cries. Right after the
spanking, Jason disappeared into his room for an hour. I later
learned that Cheryl had administered the spanking on Diane's naked ass
after making her lift her skirt and bend at the waist. She dragged
her panties down and wailed her behind.
Cheryl gave me a full report. She described Diane's pouting sex lips
and her extra large clit. According to Cheryl, Diane took the
spanking well and juiced-up nicely. Cheryl reported that her training
was progressing well. I had to agree, if total submission was her
goal.
By week's end, Cheryl was taking Diane to the garage hourly it seemed.
Diane spent more time in the garage than out. Jason spent as much
time in his room as Diane spent in the garage. For major infractions,
like forgetting to call Jason, Master, Cheryl used a wide leather belt
and made her strip naked. After a punishment session, she'd make
Diane stand with her nose pressed into a corner for up to three hours,
still naked.
Jason and I found countless excuses to go to the garage after a
whipping. God, what a body! We were dying to see the front. Cheryl
did not hit Diane hard, but she did redden her ass and thighs. Diane
never laid out or even wore a swim suit. She had no tan line, and her
skin, besides being blemish free, was the color of cream all over.
The reddened areas stood out in stark contrast. You could see where
every blow landed for hours afterward.
Having us see her naked backside caused Diane no end of embarrassment.
She clenched her legs tightly together and pressed bodily into the
corner as though trying to merge with the wall. Cheryl was quite
pleased with the progress she'd made. She had Diane attending her
toilet, bathing her, painting her toes, doing her hair and make-up,
even trimming her pubic bush. Cheryl shaves her cunt lips, or used to
until Diane started doing it for her. In addition to these personal
services, she calls on Diane to clean her after sex with me or Frank.
She said she could make her do it with her tongue, but was saving that
for a special occasion.
I was in awe of Cheryl's success. Jason would be in awe as well if he
had known half what I knew. The others knew nothing of Cheryl's work
or Diane's true situation. They only knew that Diane was helping out
around the house. Whenever someone stopped by, Diane was busy.
Cheryl planned a coming out party for Diane. On the Friday before the
eventful weekend get-together, Cheryl handed Diane her new uniform and
ordered her to put it on. She instructed her to wear it without bra
or panties. Diane took one look at the obscene maid's uniform and
cringed. She begged Cheryl not to make her wear it. Cheryl was
adamant. Jason and I were introduced to the absurd costume at dinner
that evening. We almost fell out of our chairs.
The dress was exceedingly short with an open bodice. The ruffled lace
hem did not hide her lower ass cheeks, nor did it hide much in front.
Were it not for the white apron, we could have easily seen her pussy.
The tiny apron just barely hid her cleft, coming just below the
juncture of her thighs. She wore wide-pattern fish net stockings and
a pair of five-inch heels. The waist pinched in tight and flared to
the bust line. The wired top cupped her breasts, presenting them more
than covering them. The full upper globes quivered in the half cups.
The tops of each pink nipple crested the rim.
When Diane turned, we saw that the back was open to her ass, showing
the top of her ass crack framed by the tails of the apron's bow.
Diane was beet red throughout dinner. After her first departure, I
turned to Cheryl and said, "Outstanding! How did you get her to put
that thing on?"
"It was easy after I gave her a real whipping. If she bends over,
you'll see the welts."
"No Shit! What did you use on her?"
"I cut a switch from the willow tree."
"Damn, and she took that?"
"Yes, she took it. Honestly, Red, you amaze me sometimes. Do you
really think she doesn't want this? Christ, she almost had an orgasm
while I was doing it. That girl craves harsh discipline and life
under an iron thumb. I now know how Neal landed that doll - and kept
her landed."
Jason piped in, "Mom, are you serious? She liked it!"
"Jason, sweetheart, you know nothing about women. If you learn
nothing else, remember, never listen to what a woman says. Learn to
read body language. A woman's body can't lie."
"I don't get it."
"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to give lessons. Maybe your father
can clue you in. He does know some things."
Diane returned with ice tea and looked flushed. She bashfully made
the rounds, filling our glasses. Jason and I tried reading her body
language. All we could read was, "Please! Stop staring at my body."
Cheryl must have read, "Please do something to make me show my pussy
and naked ass."
Cheryl's fork flipped from her hand and landed on the floor behind
her. Diane eyed it nervously. Cheryl said, "Remember how I told you
to pick things up. There's a fresh switch in the garage if you
forget."
Diane's face reddened. She moved to the fork, facing away from me and
Jason. She took a deep breath then bent from the waist with her feet
about eighteen inches apart. Her skirt rose up over her streaked
moons, and her pussy peeked out from between her tawny alabaster
thighs. Cheryl wasn't bull shitting. She whipped that ass good. She
raised welts.
What a cunt! The lips of her cunt were shaved. Her shiny pink clit
hung out at the bottom of the slick coral crease and her full inner
lips fanned out like an orchid. Her asshole could also be seen when
she was at her lowest. She remained fully doubled over with her head
past her knees much longer than was necessary - a five second count, I
learned later.
After what seemed an eternity, she picked up the fork and slowly
returned to an upright posture. She faced us, then wiped the fork on
her apron, giving us an intentional though unwilling peek at her pussy
from the front. Her pussy was completely bald. She returned the fork
to the side of Cheryl's plate with a face as red as the cherry
tomatoes in my salad. Cheryl smiled and dismissed her. Her whole
body had a red glow and she moved on legs that appeared ready to
buckle.
When Diane left the room, Cheryl said, "If you two can't read that
body language, you're both blind as bats."
Cheryl referred to the obscene display of aroused intimate flesh that
was so totally out of character for Diane - the ice princess. Jason
looked confused. I turned to him and said, "Son, that wasn't just a
vagina you saw, that was a very aroused vagina. She loved showing it
to us, despite how she acted."
"How can you tell?"
Cheryl said, "Hold on, Red. Before you start, I think I'd like to
take my leave. I'll go check on the help."
After she left, Jason smiled and said, "Mom doesn't embarrass easily.
This must be good."
"I don't think it's embarrassment as much as discomfort. Anyway, did
you notice how full and open her cunt was?"
"Heck yeah!"
"Did you see how her clit stood out, all pink and wet looking?"
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Did you see how her inner labia lips were full, open, and wet?"
"You mean the fleshy part?"
"Right, and besides, that pussy was drooling. Normally, you can't see
inside a pussy with the legs that close together unless it's aroused.
Pussies are like cocks, when aroused, they fill with blood, swell up,
and open up. That pussy was ready for a fucking and begging for a
cock."
"Wow! Is Mom going to let you fuck her?"
"When the time is right, she'll probably let both of us fuck her.
Just be patient."
"Do you really think it might happen?"
"It sure looks that way."
Jason pushed back from the table and stood, saying, "I've had enough
dinner. I'm going to my room."
I smiled and said, "Don't wear it out, Son; you might need it soon."
He blushed and left. Cheryl returned right after he left. She smiled
and said, "My poor baby. I heard what you told him. That was
beautiful; I should have stayed. Hell, I should have told him myself.
I don't know why I can't loosen up around him. I'd like to be totally
free and open. I can't even bring myself to walk around naked in
front of him. Isn't that silly?"
"I'm sure he wishes you would. Go see him right now. You can break
the ice."
"Yeah, right. I could give him a hand, I suppose."
"Hand, hell, the kid needs a fuckin' blow job."
"Well, he won't be getting one from his mother unless he takes the
initiative, and then he'll get the best blow job of his life. He'll
soon be getting them from the maid, though. By the way, she's hotter
than hell. I fingered her in there. Her pussy feels like a soup
bowl." Cheryl held her wet hand up and said, "Want a whiff?"
"Please, I'm eating dinner."
"Excuse me! Since when did you become a connoisseur?"
"When I get a whiff of Diane's pussy, I want to get it off my own
fingers, thank you."
"Suit yourself, but it might be a few days."
"Not by the looks of things."
"Hey, if you want it, she's in the kitchen. Just bend her over the
counter and pork the slut."
"I'll wait. I don't want to scare her off at this point."
"Shit, Red, we couldn't drive her off with a team of killer dogs.
We're stuck with the bitch."
"Poor us. What WILL we do?" Cheryl smiled.
That evening, we were treated to a punishment session in the living
room. Cheryl made Diane strip right in front of me and Jason. She
then took a belt to her ass and thighs. Cheryl made her stand with
her ass to us and took her time. Diane's juices were drooling down
her inner thighs before Cheryl was through. Afterward, she made Diane
stand in the corner facing us until bedtime. Jason had to leave the
room twice.
On Saturday afternoon, everyone gathered at the house for a pool-side
barbecue. Diane kept out of sight until the critical moment. It was
her job to bring out the ribs. Everyone knew that something was going
on, because Cheryl requested that they all leave their kids at home,
but insisted that Sue bring Jennifer. We like having Jennifer around.
It drives Dave mad, especially with all the shit she sees, hears, and
innocently repeats at the most inappropriate times. He can't take
that kid anywhere, but he must take her to church.
Cheryl waited until everyone was settled on the deck, then rang a
bell. When Diane stepped through the patio doors in that uniform,
carrying the platter of raw meat, there was a sudden mass intake of
air, then absolute silence. Sue dropped her drink.
Diane never looked sexier. She had a full body blush as she stepped
awkwardly toward the table, trying not to catch her spike heels in the
decking cracks. The wind whipped at her thin apron, treating us to
flashes of her pussy, freshly shaved bald. All eyes followed her
progress as she advanced, twisting away from the wind. Tongues fell
to the deck; flies flew in and out of open mouths. Little Jennifer
made things more difficult by being under foot, gazing up at the
grown-up lady's pussy, following wherever she went.
Diane set the tray beside the grill, turned to Cheryl and said, almost
in tears, "Will there be anything else, Ma'am?"
"No, just attend my guests and keep their drinks fresh."
Diane did a curtsey and departed. Cheryl smiled at our astonished
guests, then joined the laughter when Jennifer said, "I saw that
lady's pussy."
I wasn't sure how our friends would take this demonstration. Diane
was a friend, our beloved Neal's widow. They'd grown accustomed to
Cheryl's bizarre behavior, but this was bizarre even for Cheryl. The
women accepted Cheryl as a mistress to their husbands. Her
bisexuality was an amusement.
Inez and Rachel had experienced Cheryl as unwilling lovers. Neither
was bisexual. Inez had taken quite a ribbing while she was paying
interest on the loan. Cheryl used to take her away from the group and
return her with a wet face. The women knew that if they got too
drunk, they were likely to be assaulted by Cheryl. It was a running
joke. They playfully called Cheryl a sexual predator.
When Diane came into the group, we knew Cheryl would have to have her
or die in the attempt. Diane proved to be unreachable. She never let
her hair down, never drank, never got crazy. She was always modestly
dressed and always the proper lady. Seeing Diane play the subservient
maid in that obscene outfit told volumes.
I can't say anyone was terribly surprised. They knew how vulnerable
Diane was and how determined and crafty Cheryl could be. For the
longest time, nobody spoke. Finally, Rachel stood and toasted Cheryl,
saying, "Well, I suppose congratulations are in order. Maybe, now, I
can tie one on without worrying about waking up with a woman's thighs
clamped over my ears."
Nervous laughter broke out, thawing the tension. Frank said, "How is
she, Cheryl?"
"As a maid, she sucks."
Everyone broke up laughing at what they thought was a double meaning.
Inez said, "It just takes practice. Like they say, once you get past
the smell, you've got it licked."
More laughter followed. Diane returned carrying a tray of fresh
drinks. She seemed to be adjusting to the exposure. Though still
flushed, she no longer bothered turning against the wind. She let the
wind blow her apron up and tolerated the eyes feasting on her
privates. At first, her old friends tried not to be obvious about
their stares. Before long, they looked openly, unabashedly, even
dipping heads to look between her legs. Even the women participated.
Amazingly, no one felt sorry for her or treated her as an old friend,
an equal.
Cheryl never told them how to act, they just picked up on their roles
- uppity snobs with contempt for the help. Comments about Diane's
body began to flow in her presence. They spoke about her as though
she weren't there or didn't matter. Cheryl enjoyed Diane's
humiliation and was pleased by the role Diane assumed - totally
helpless and at their mercy - subservient to the extreme.
Diane kept her cool composure even when someone besides Jennifer poked
a head under her skirt. Diane almost lost it when Frank goosed her
cunt and made her spill a drink on the bikini-clad Rachel. Rachel
swiped scotch off her bare legs and cried, "Clumsy bitch!"
Rachel had never been terribly fond of Diane. At that outburst, Diane
turned fearful eyes on Cheryl and set the tray down. She apologized
and began wiping Rachel's legs with a hand towel, giving the rest of
us a delightful rear display of her naked pussy. She seemed oblivious
of the show she was putting on as she swabbed Rachel's widely parted
legs. Ed leaned in close to me and said, "I don't fuckin' believe
this. You fuck her yet, Red?"
I smiled. Frank leaned around Diane's leg and looked right into
Diane's crotch from the rear and exclaimed, "Jesus H. Christ, her
cunt is bald as a baby's butt." His hand went between her legs,
instantly bringing Diane erect. She stiffened as Frank entered her.
Cheryl shouted, "You take care of Rachel, bitch!"
Slowly, trying to ignore Frank's deeply probing fingers, Diane
returned to wiping Rachel's dry legs as Rachel hung her legs over the
arm rests of her chair. Frank was lewdly finger-fucking Diane using
his two middle fingers and whipping her crotch into a froth. Diane's
knees appeared ready to buckle as she dutifully accepted the abuse and
attended Rachel's inner thighs.
During this lewd exhibition, Dave and Sue sat quietly on my left with
Sue at my side. Sue was taking it all in. Her eyes rarely left
Diane's loins. Dave hadn't said a word. He had long ago learned to
leave his morality at the door. He knew that at some point during the
party, I'd take his wife by the hand and lead her to my bedroom,
usually at a time when everyone was looking and could see where we
went. Afterward, I'd return her looking fresh-fucked, her hair a
mess, her lipstick smeared, and semen trailing down her legs.
Sue enjoyed being used and put on display in this way, though she
always protested mildly. With Sue, you can only get her to do what
she wants to do. She just needs to feel helpless and pressured. More
often than not, I bring Jennifer with us. The little girl is
fascinated with my big cock and loves watching her mommy being nasty.
Sue enjoys being watched by her daughter, but enjoys David's agony
even more. As Sue watched Frank abusing Diane, her face and neck grew
splotches of red, a dead give away to her state of arousal. When
Diane fell to her knees and succumbed to a powerful orgasm, Sue
reached over and gripped my hand tightly, telegraphing her immediate
need. When I didn't respond, she tugged. When that didn't work, she
stood and pulled me to my feet, leading me into the house. This time,
we left Jennifer, because she was engrossed with what Frank was doing
to the lady's pussy.
Sue dragged me to the bedroom, shut the door, and attacked me. The
woman was insatiable. She had me exposed, on my back, and mounted in
record time. I took advantage of her aroused state to press once
again on behalf of Cheryl. I said, "Sue, I'm getting tired of you
putting off my wife. She wants you. Either you make yourself
available to her, or I'm sending your pictures out to your parents and
telling them who their grandchild's father really is."
I'd made this idle threat so many times, it was quite powerless. This
time, however, Sue said, "Is there no other way?"
This was always the way it went with Sue. I'd apply pressure for
weeks or months, and when she was ready to escalate our game, she'd
offer a meek, "Is there no other way?"
I said "No," somewhat surprised.
She hung her head in mock surrender and said, "I won't resist. Is she
going to treat me the way she treats Diane?"
I hadn't thought about that, but I know a hint when I hear one and
quickly said, "You can count on it, and Dave better learn to accept
it." This was a great line to seal the deal. I have to find a way to
humiliate or include Dave, or she never would have submitted to my
blackmail in the first place.
She looked into my eyes while riding my cock and said, "Dave knows his
place, Red. Our daughter is proof of that. If he pouts or complains,
he knows he won't get any for weeks." She paused, then said, "When
are you going to tell Cheryl?"
"Right after we're through."
"God, do you think she might put me and Diane together?"
"How do you mean?"
"You know, make us do things to each other, put on a show."
"You mean like make you lick Diane's pussy in front of everyone?"
"YES!"
"In the nude?"
"YES! Both of us."
"I'm sure she will."
Sue moaned and bucked harder, riding my erection to her orgasm. After
a few moments to recover, she said, "Red, I'm pregnant again. I told
Dave right before we came over."
"Did you tell him it was mine?"
"That wasn't necessary. Since I've been off the pill, he's been using
a condom. I insisted, just as you instructed."
"No wonder he was so quiet."
"Red, are you going to make me carry this one full term also?"
"What do you think?"
She rode me harder, bucking furiously. She exploded in another climax
and slowed to a slow, gentle easy ride, moaning in ecstasy. She
looked at me through glassy eyes, smiled, and said, "Everyone knows
I'm your whore, Red. Tammy [her thirteen-year-old daughter], the
neighbors, the people at church, even my parents know. Anyone that
knows you and takes one look at Jenny knows. Going anywhere with her
is like having a sign on my ass that says, 'Red's Whore.'"
"Good, soon you'll have two signs, won't you?"
"Yes! You bastard, you've ruined me. I'm not going to fight you
anymore. I mean it. If you buy me a necklace that says, 'Red's
Whore', I'll wear it to church, to my parent's house, and walk the
neighborhood wearing it and little else. I'll have Tammy place that
fucking necklace around my neck, and make David seal the clasp"
This declaration was more than I'd dreamed. For months, I have
threatened her with that necklace, never dreaming she'd ever cave in.
Now, it appeared she was looking forward to the reality. Sue doesn't
fantasize. What she talks about, even in the heat of passion, she
wants. What she wants, she gets. I was feeling damned lucky and
wanted to take advantage of her lusty mood.
For the past two years, I've been trying to set Jason up with Tammy.
Sue had steadfastly refused. Tammy is a living doll, the most
incredibly sexy teeny bopper you ever saw. She is fourteen and not
allowed to date. She rarely visits us. She has blossomed into a
gorgeous teen in the past year, a small version of her mother. Jason
has had his eye on her ever since she developed tits.
Sue knows damn well that to let Tammy go out with Jason was tantamount
to handing over her cherry. Jason has a bad reputation. I've bailed
him out of three statutory rape charges by paying off parents. Sue
knows how fuckable and vulnerable her daughter is, and she is well
aware of Jerry's reputation. This is why I hound her to let Jason
take Tammy on a date. This was another challenge I knew would never
happen. Just for shits and giggles, I said, "In that case, tell Tammy
she has a date with Jason tonight."
Sue stopped her motion to stare at me, as though she couldn't see that
I was yanking her chain. She shook her head slowly, then said, "You
won't give up, will you?"
This was another surrender phrase. I couldn't believe it. I said,
"No, I won't."
She thought for a moment. My dick grew inside her. She felt it stir
and began moving once again. She bit her lower lip and then said,
"All right, I'll do it."
Wanting to call her bluff, I reached to the bedside phone and handed
her the handset, saying, "Call her."
She took it, paused, then dialed. She said, "Hello,
Tammy...Sweetheart, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to go out
with Jason tonight....no, on a date....yes, I've changed my mind. I
think you're old enough, now....I don't know where he's taking you,
just be ready by eight."
I cupped the mouthpiece and said, "Tell her to wear a sexy dress."
She gave a pained look as though to say, "Why must you make this any
more difficult then it already is?" But, when my expression insisted,
she relented and said into the mouth piece, "Honey, you'd better wear
a dress. He might take you to a nice restaurant....No, wear the
yellow one....I know what I said about it, but you do look cute in
that dress....No, I'm not setting any curfew. Jason's a big boy; he
knows when too late is...Okay, bye."
She hung up and said, "Are you happy now? I'm surprised you didn't
make me tell her to go without panties."
I didn't think of it, but panties are no problem for Jason. Still,
the idea of Sue telling her precious Tammy not to wear panties for a
date had my nuts in a boil. With so many successes, one on top of
another, I had to press on and said, "Call her back. Tell her not to
wear panties. Everything else you've said is pure bullshit if you
can't do that."
Sue rode my now stiff erection, building up speed. She moaned, "God,
I can't believe I'm setting her up for this. Just last week I forbid
her to wear that dress again. It's at least two sizes too small. She
must think I've lost my mind as it is, and now you want me to order
her not to wear any panties with a dress that barely covers her ass as
it is. Dave will be livid if I did that to his only child, the only
one he's ever likely to have if you have your way, and if you have
your way, you'll turn his darling daughter into a whore like you did
to her mommy."
"What's one more whore in the family going to matter?"
"That's true. Besides, misery loves company. Fuck it! Give me the
god damn phone."
This time, I listened at the ear piece. Sue said, "Tammy, this is Mom
again."
Tammy said, "Mom, don't tell me you changed your mind."
"No, but I want to add another stipulation. You are not to wear
panties under your dress. No pantyhose or shorts either."
There was a long silence, then, "Mom, that's crazy. Is this a joke?"
"It's no joke, Tammy. Let me make this crystal clear for you. You
are wearing the yellow dress and nothing else - no shoes, socks, no
bra, not even jewelry. Under that dress you will be as naked as the
day you came into the world. This is no joke."
"Mother, I think you're serious."
"As a heart attack."
"But, you know Jerry."
"I know him very well. Not as well as you're going to know him,
though."
"Fine, if that's what you really want. If you're willing to deal with
the consequences."
"I am, but you'd better be more ready - by eight on the dot, as a
matter of fact."
"I'll be ready."
Sue said she'd better be ready willing and able, then hung up. She
was bucking and bouncing again, rapidly nearing a climax. She looked
down on me with passion-glazed eyes and said, "There, I've handed my
daughter to your son on a silver platter, now I suppose you'll want
her next."
I said, "She's now Jerry's whore, but we'll be sharing our whores."
Sue came unhinged. Her nails dug into my chest and she heaved and
bucked, shouting, "Oh, you bastard...YES!"
Man, what a ride. When she calmed, she looked a bit sullen and guilt
ridden as usual. I expected this, and due to the bold steps she'd
taken, I expected it to be more severe than at previous sessions. I
figured I'd better not let her come down off her sexual high.
Sue had worn a modest two piece swimsuit covered by one of Dave's
shirts. When we finished fucking, I made her wear only the shirt. In
addition, I only let her button the two bottom buttons. When she
stood, semen poured down her legs. She looked at herself in the
mirror, turned and looked at the rear view. She looked at me and
smiled bashfully, saying, "This will definitely blow Dave's mind, not
to mention the rest of them. Are you sure you want me to go out there
like this with Jason still home?"
"Sure, why not? He'll be fucking you soon. He may as well get a peek
at the goodies."
"My, but we are bold now, aren't we? I see you took me at my word."
"Absolutely. Come on, you have a show to do."
I led Sue to the patio doors and eased her through. She got a sudden
case of nerves at the last moment. Diane passed her on the way in and
bashfully looked down. Someone had pulled Diane's top below her tits
and removed her apron. The stiff top pushed up on the underside of
her big mounds distorting them grossly. I gave her left tit a squeeze
as she passed me.
All eyes focused on Sue as we stepped onto the patio. Sue blushed and
headed for her chair. Dave looked away in disgust. Everybody else
smiled. I gave Frank and Ed a high five. I took Cheryl aside at the
first opportunity and filled her in on the latest developments. She
was delighted to say the least. She told me that Ed yanked Diane's
top down and fingered her to another climax. I noticed that his hand
had been a little sticky.
I went to tell Jason the good news as Cheryl returned to the party.
When I returned to the patio, Cheryl had Sue reclined in the seat with
her shirt wide open and was inviting everyone to feel the baby kick.
Of course, no one could feel the baby kick. It was only two months
along. They did, however, feel Sue. She took the groping of her
messy crotch stoically. Only Dave and Inez abstained.
I went over and patted Dave's shoulder, saying, "Well, it looks like
you're going to be a daddy for a third time."
He looked up and said, "No, you are."
"Now, now, Dave. Let's not split hairs. What comes out of your wife
is yours, old buddy."
"That's awfully generous considering how much you've put in my wife."
Sue shot her husband a disapproving look as Ed fingered her cunt. She
said sternly, "Dave, I warned you about that attitude. What goes into
my body is none of your fucking business. Now, you apologize to Red
this instant."
Dave looked at the fingers plowing his wife's furrow. Sue widened her
legs and drew the shirt flaps off her breasts, leaning back to offer
Ed everything she had. Dave looked to me and said, "I'm sorry, Red."
Sue smiled, then added, "Dave, Jason is taking Tammy out tonight. I
want you to give him some money."
The expression on Dave's face said, "Oh, God! No!"
Sue didn't skip a beat, saying, "This is her first date. I want it to
be special. Tell him she doesn't need to be home at any special time
and give him one of your condoms."
Dave looked at his wife with incredulous eyes. She stared hard right
back. For a second, it looked like Dave was growing a spine, but then
he stood his spineless form and checked his wallet. He went into the
house, headed for Jason's room. I found out later that he gave Jason
fifty bucks and a condom.
While Dave was seeing Jason, Diane returned. Cheryl stripped her and
ordered her to kneel before Sue. Sue had her legs draped over her
chair arm rests. The rest of us gathered around as Cheryl ordered
Diane to lick Sue's pussy. Diane slowly knelt and dipped her head
between Sue's legs and licked. Sue grabbed Diane's head, pulled her
in tight, and the orgy was off and running.
Frank knelt behind Diane and entered her pussy. After Frank came, we
had the two girls get into a sixty nine with Sue on top. Ed mounted
Sue. After Ed came, they flipped over, and I fucked Diane in the ass.
Inez dropped to her knees before Cheryl and ate her pussy. Rachel
fingered Inez and herself at the same time. Jennifer wandered from
one scene to another. Dave walked in on this orgy and got a hardon.
Jason caught the tail end of the act as he headed out the door on his
way to pick up Tammy. They got home at two in the morning. Sue and
Dave had just left. Inez and Ed were leaving. Frank had passed out
in my easy hair. Rachel, Diane, and Cheryl were using the master
bedroom. I sat on the sofa, recovering as Jason led Tammy inside.
Tammy's yellow dress was torn to shreds. Her right breast hung out
and the skirt was ripped up the front to her navel. Cum matted her
hair. Jason tugged her along and stood her before me proudly. I
surveyed her young body and smiled. Jason parted the skirt halves to
show me her cum leaking pussy. I gave him a thumb's up, then
suggested he show her mother what a good girl she'd been.
He smiled and took Tammy to the master bedroom. That was a banner day
at our house. Diane is now a well-trained whore, as are Sue and
Tammy. Diane wears only the apron, now and sleeps at the foot of
Jason's bed. Tammy is a feature performer at our parties. Everybody
fucks her, and all the women use her. She's pregnant now, two months
behind her mother. Lord only knows who the father is. It might even
be Dave, but odds favor a red head.
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