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Barbie Doll
By: Tiffany
An oldie but goodie, expanded and rewritten Nov, 1999
Three months ago, I was your everyday housewife and mother of three--two
boys, Phil, 15; Joey, 13; and a girl of twelve, Sandy.
My husband, Maxwell Blake, is a big-shot attorney with the DA's office.
Cheating on Max never entered my mind, and probably never would have had we
not moved across the street from Staci and Joe. Before that fateful move, I
was so straight, if I masturbated more than once a month, I felt guilty.
The life of a housewife with all kids in school is boring to the extreme.
Staci ended my boredom and made me what I am today. I freely admit, I am a
sex junkie, a whore, a slut. Sex is all I think about, and no perversion
turns me off. I want my sex down and dirty, filthy and disgusting, the
wetter the better.
In fantasy, I wanted everyone to know the new me. In reality, I didn't want
to advertise that fact, but I had no desire to reverse the self-destructive
course Staci had me on.
I was like the junkie that knows where the addiction will lead, but doesn't
want help. I feared my sexual addiction would virtually destroy my life and
my marriage. I'd lose my children and possibly wind up in prison. I couldn't
help that. The risks out-weighed the consequences, because the sex was that
good.
I love Staci for what she's done. She took her time with me, got to know me,
inside and out, then began her expert manipulations that led me to where I
am now. The journey has been a long and difficult one for me. As my father
would say, nothing worthwhile comes easy. Eight months of patient prodding
has paid off for both me and Staci.
Staci adored me from our first meeting. Her husband is a police detective,
so Max and Joe have the law in common. Staci and I had nothing in common. In
fact, I found her rather dull and one-dimensional. She's also rather plain
and plump with short cropped hair and a pudgy face. She dropped out of high
school, whereas I am working on my masters in English. I found her childish
fascination with sexual matters disturbing and her language atrocious. In
mixed company, I laughed uneasily at her crude jokes, but the stories she
told me when we were alone left me speechless.
I had never heard such shocking and disgusting things in my life: S&M
piss-freak orgies, mother's fucking sons, fathers raping young daughters,
women having sex with animals, mothers watching dirty old men molest their
daughters and getting off on it, wives taking on troops of horny men, blacks
on whites, old with young, dogs on little girls, people eating shit straight
from the assholes of other people and drinking warm piss like chilled wine.
She had my head swimming in a swamp of perverse and stinky sex.
Max and Joe got along like brothers, so I was stuck with Staci. I felt like
I had to indulge her. I had to listen to her stories and laugh at her jokes.
I did notice that her stories were always about someone she knew or heard
about, never about anything she had any direct knowledge of. I came to
realize she was simply fantasizing out loud, and I thought she was a very
sick woman.
What I found particularly disturbing was that her vile fantasies worked
their way into my tame fantasies like an invading virus, pushing my simple,
relatively clean daydreams of romantic love out; replacing them with fuck
and suck orgy marathons, often with me as the feature performer. I stopped
my monthly practice of masturbating in the shower using a water wand, and
began a daily session of self abuse, sticking anything phallic up my cunt or
ass, anywhere in the house.
After six months of Staci's stories, I learned how to lick my own pussy.
Staci planted that idea in my head as well. She told me a story about a
female gymnast with a hunger for her own pussy. Being an ex-gymnast and
volunteer cheerleading coach, I figured I'd give it a whirl. I almost broke
my back in the attempt, but a simple self-fuck with cucumbers or my
daughter's hair brush handle was no longer enough. I just had to lick my own
clit.
We didn't always sit for stories. Most of our time together was spent with
Staci doting over me, doing my hair and make-up, giving me pedicures,
massaging me, dressing and undressing me constantly. We shopped for clothes
a great deal, with Staci making the selections as though she were my
wardrobe manager. I deferred to her and wore what she picked out. I let her
clear out my closet of all my modest dresses, tossing out every pair of
pants I owned. I wore only short dresses at Staci's insistence. I became
Staci's live Barbie Doll. My boring life ended when I came to accept my role
as a living Barbie Doll.
Staci worshiped my body, every inch of it. According to Staci, I had the
perfect female form. I have always thought of myself as being too short, too
skinny, too hippy, and too top heavy. Furthermore, I thought of the female
genitalia as a nasty crack next to a shit hole.
She convinced me I was beautiful to the extreme, especially between my legs.
This took some convincing, but she soon had me comfortable even when
languishing before her with my legs wide apart for a vaginal shave or the
vagina version of a pedicure--a cunniecure as she called it.
A cunniecure began with a scented douche and involved a close shave, a
clitty suck to orgasm, a thorough hot oil massage, and ended with a dab of
perfume. I liked her cunnicures, but hiding the result from my husband was
impossible. My first cunnicure prompted Max to sit me down for a stern
lecture.
In the early days of our marriage, Max warned me not to cheat. I remember
being incensed at the mere suggestion. This time, I listened attentively as
he said, "Theresa, I'm not the type of man that lives in fear of his wife
cheating on him. I won't have you followed. I won't question your activities
or the way you dress. I won't snoop or ask questions. You can come and go as
you please, but if I ever find out that you cheated on me, if I ever get
proof positive or catch you in the act, I'll make you wish you had never
been born."
That was it. I simply nodded my understanding, but I didn't quite
understand. He didn't elaborate on what he'd do exactly. Max wasn't the type
to ever hit a woman. He had never threatened me with divorce. I could only
imagine what wishing I'd never been born entailed. Max is a big man, a man
of John Wayne stature who could snap my back with one hand. I seriously
doubted he would physically harm me, but the thought never left my mind.
I thought he might force me to undergo a breast reduction or a cliterectomy.
Perhaps, he'd tattoo the word "Whore" on my forehead. He might fit me with a
chastity belt. Staci and I had a good laugh at the possibilities, but it was
Max's threatening lecture, oddly enough, that launched Staci's crusade to
start me down the road of adulterous affairs.
I steadfastly refused. Staci steadfastly persisted. When we went out, she
made the purpose clear, and that was to find me a man to fuck. She made me
feel like meat on a hook the way she dressed me. I could expect Staci to
lift my skirt in public to show an attractive admirer that I wore no
panties, and that I was, indeed, a female. I always protested these
outrages, but never hard enough to stop them, though flashing a total
stranger with Staci along was like a visit to the gynecologist.
She also brought men to my house during the day. If a plumber or salesman
stopped at her house, I could expect him to stop at mine with Staci. Once in
my house, I had to endure Staci's embarrassing urging for me to expose
myself to the interested stranger or strangers. I always put up stiff
resistance; but, more often than not, I ended up naked and doing vulgar
poses.
I absolutely refused to permit touching, but I posed for pictures, danced on
tables, masturbated with Staci's dildoe collection, and allowed the men to
jack off on my body. Staci pushed friendship beyond the limits and pushed
marital fidelity to the limit. I felt myself sinking deeper and deeper
toward adultery. I felt crazy even considering adultery. I had the perfect
cock right at home. Max has a remarkable cock, eleven inches and thick,
thicker in the middle, like a slender football, a real pussy pleaser. The
only problem was, I wasn't getting that cock enough due to his traveling
schedule.
I knew cheating was just a matter of time if I didn't end the relationship
with Staci. Ending the relationship seemed impossible. Each week, she had me
dressing sluttier and sluttier, even around my friends and family.
The kids didn't know what to make of my new wardrobe. Whenever I'd see their
accusing eyes roam my scantily-clad body, my husband's threat played in my
mind, reinforcing my determination not to allow penile penetration under any
circumstances.
Max's reaction (or rather, lack of one) to the way I was dressed and made-up
gradually put me at ease. True to his word, he never questioned me. I could
leave the house at ten in the evening, looking like a two-dollar whore, and
Max would not lift an eyebrow. If I returned at three A.M., Max would not
grill me. He would not check my pussy to see if I was loose or messy. I
never was, but he didn't know that. I presumed he didn't want to know. Staci
said he didn't want to inhibit me.
This strange behavior almost had me convinced that Staci had been correct in
her analysis of Max's message. She said, "Max is telling you to fuck around,
but be discrete about it. He is telling you to have your fun, but don't get
caught. He just doesn't want your cheating brought out in the open. Lots of
men are like that, Theresa, especially men that are away from home as much
as Max is. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, girl. Go get you some leg."
I couldn't believe this was true about Max, but she did make sense. Before I
was ready to try my first adulterous affair, I wanted a better test. Max was
to be home all weekend; so, on Friday night, Staci and I went out. I never
looked sluttier. Staci had me in a tight patent leather mini skirt, fishnet
hose, a push-up bra under a transparent blouse, wearing five-inch heels. I
not only looked like a whore, I felt like a whore and walked like a whore.
Five-inch heels will make any five foot woman walk like a whore. My kids saw
me in this outfit, and they were stunned. Max just told me to be careful as
we left the house.
We stayed out all night. I slept at Staci's house after we closed all the
bars. When we saw activity in my house the following morning, I walked
across the street. Before making that walk, Staci added the finishing
touches to my appearance. The bra was gone. The panties were gone. My blouse
had two buttons missing. I had a broken heel, so I carried my high heels,
and I also carried my hose. My hair was a wreck, and my lipstick was
smeared. I looked thoroughly fucked, but my pussy was tight, fresh, and
clean, just in case he confronted me, which I was certain he would do.
I entered my house as nervous as a fucked nun returning to the convent,
naked with a drippy twat. Max was serving breakfast to the kids when I eased
in. They all stopped to stare. I tried to move on up the stairs, but only
managed to go up five or six steps before Max halted my progress by saying,
"Are you hungry?"
I couldn't believe it. Did he really ask, "Am I hungry?" and in a calm
serious tone? I was looking down on the dining table just below. More
importantly, they were looking up, up my naked legs.
I wasn't sure how far up my legs they could see, but they didn't need to see
far to know I had no panties on. Excitement coursed through me. On impulse,
I moved closer to the rail, facing them.
With one foot on the step above, I'm sure the kids could see my shaved
pussy. Their expressions and hard stares at my crotch told me that much.
Max remained cool. He couldn't see up my skirt from his standing position on
the far side of the table, but he saw my provocative stance. He knew I was
intentionally showing my beaver to the kids. I said, "Maybe. What are you
serving?"
"What do you want?"
"Oh, eggs and toast would be nice. Hot coffee would be extra nice. I'll
freshen-up and be right down."
He said, "You can freshen-up after breakfast. Here, take my seat. I'm
finished."
My heart raced as I contemplated his unexpected offer. I expected a scene,
but I didn't want that scene to unfold before the children. Max's tone,
however, did not suggest a scene was forthcoming, and that really had me
intrigued. My clit tingled at the notion that my husband wanted me to hang
around the family in the condition I was in. I mulled the offer for a
second, then shrugged and marched down the five steps. Max held the chair
for me, and I sat.
Max returned to the kitchen to cook my eggs, pop in some toast, and pour my
coffee. While he was away, I exchanged smiles with my amused children. I
could see "Whore" written on all their faces, and I loved what I was seeing.
I asked if everyone had slept well. Phil, my oldest, asked if I had. I
smiled and said, "I slept some, but not much. I'll nap after breakfast."
Max was listening in as Joey said, "Where did you sleep, Mom?"
I said, "Here and there, Joey. Where did you sleep?"
He didn't answer, he just smiled knowingly. Sandy said, "You never stayed
out all night before."
"No, I suppose not."
Max returned with my coffee and said, while setting the cup before me, "I
thought I told you kids, no prying. What adults do with their time is no
business of yours." He addressed me, saying, "Your eggs and toast will be
right out."
I smiled warmly and said, "Great, I'm starved."
Before returning to the stove, he said, "You look like you might be."
That was it. That one statement came as close as Max got to implying I'd
done anything improper. He joined me while I ate my breakfast. The kids
remained, though they were finished. Everyone watched me eat. Afterward, I
got up, took a shower, took a nap, and woke around noon to emerge in a tiny
bikini we'd purchased the previous evening.
I announced that Staci and I had a date to go swimming in a private pool.
Max didn't ask whose private pool. When Phil tried to ask, Max cut off the
question, then berated him for prying again. I sauntered out the door,
almost naked in heels.
We had no private pool to go to, so Staci drove me aimlessly while I told
her about my remarkable morning. She was pleased, but not surprised. I was
pleased and excited, but still not prepared to cheat. Staci thought I had no
excuse, and lobbied, once again, for a trip to visit her father.
Staci's mother died three months after Staci and I met. Her father, who she
loved dearly, became a despondent recluse. Staci thought he needed cheering
up, and thought a roll in the sack with me would be just what the doctor
ordered. A day did not go by that she didn't press the issue. With the
crutch I'd been leaning on severely weakened by Max's apathy, and with the
inevitability of adultery looming on my horizon, I couldn't say no. Besides,
I was pretty fucking horny just from basking in the hungry, appreciative,
and accusing eyes of my children. I said, "All right, but just a quickie,
and just this once."
Staci was elated and drove like a maniac. She led me up the walk by my
elbow, and entered the house without knocking. Bill, Staci's father, didn't
know we were coming. We arrived at two in the afternoon, and Bill was still
in bed. The place was a shit-house mess and reeked of stale beer and
tobacco. His bedroom was like a cave. He'd blocked the windows with foil. I
regretted my decision as soon as we entered the house.
Whatever arousal I felt at the thought of my first adulterous act, even with
an old codger, went away with the first whiff of stale air. The sight of
Bill made me want to run. I would have, too, but Staci had a firm grip on my
elbow, prodding me further into the cluttered bedroom. He looked pale and
under-nourished with a three-month growth of beard. He peered at us with
eyes sunk in. He had smoke-stained teeth and long, dirty fingernails.
Every girl's dream.
Bill sat up in bed as Staci flipped on his light. I still wore only my
bikini and high heels, so his eye rubbing wasn't all from too much light.
Staci said, "Look what I brought you, Dad."
Bill ran his eyes over my body, saying, "What do you mean, you brought me?"
"I brought her for you, Dad. She's a whore."
I turned beet red and looked at Staci like she had a lot of nerve to be name
calling when I was willing to perform this mission of mercy for her. My
mouth was still open as Bill said, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be spending
your money on no whores for me. If I wanted a gad damn whore, I could pick
up the fucking telephone. Take her back. Maybe you can get your money back."
I thought, "That bastard! He's rejecting me?"
I looked to Staci as she countered, "No, Daddy. She's not a working whore.
She's a slut whore. She's married and has kids. She's the neighbor I told
you about. Remember? Theresa Blake."
This peaked Bill's interest. He reached for his bedstand and retrieved the
glasses thereon. He put his glasses on and studied me with new interest.
Oddly, I found myself sticking out my chest. Just as I took a deep breath,
my top sprang free. Staci had pulled the back tie. I fought the reaction to
cover myself as she said, "Check out these boobies, Daddy. Nice, huh?"
"Not bad. Not bad at all. Lets see the rest of her."
I had to fight harder as Staci's hands went for my bottom ties, but I stood
steady as the bottoms came loose and fell to my feet, leaving me naked in my
heels. She said, "How about this slut's pussy, Daddy? Is this a pussy, or
what?"
My blush deepened, partly from arousal. I hardly had time to bask in Bill's
appreciative stare before Staci rudely spun me about and shoved my head down
between my knees, saying, "Check out this fine ass, Pops." She rudely pulled
my cheeks apart, and added, "She's a three holer, and you can cum in her
pussy. It may interest you to know that she's not protected."
This was too much and called for a challenge. We needed to discuss this
detail. I assumed I'd be getting a quick poke with a dick sheathed in a
condom, or he'd pull out. I never hinted that I'd let a man cum in my pussy,
ever. Furthermore, she added, "She wants to go home with cum running down
her legs to see what her old man will do. I figured you'd help us out."
I was floored. How dare she, I thought? No way could I walk in with sperm on
my legs. Strangely, the very idea and mental image had my juices boiling.
The impulse to challenge Staci weakened dramatically. She dropped to her
knees with her left cheek resting on my left ass cheek, bringing her left
hand under to hug my hip from below while the right teased my wet sex and
entered my pussy.
She purred, "She's a hornie little slut, Daddy. She needs a man with a big
load to impress her hubby and kids. Yes, her three kids will see her spermy
legs too."
"Staci! NO!" I thought to myself.
Bill swung his legs to the floor, sitting on the edge of the mattress right
behind me. His bony fingers joined his daughter's as he said, "Damn, this is
fine pussy, Staci, fine pussy. You done good, kiddo. You say her kids will
see my cum on her legs, huh?"
"Tell him, no, Staci," I thought again while biting my lower lip.
"Absolutely. I plan to enter the house with her to see their reaction."
They had me breathing hard, warming quickly to their fingers and their
exciting words. In all the stories Staci told involving incest, she never
once told a story involving her and her father.
By hearing their exchange, it was clear to me they had more than a normal
father/daughter relationship, even if they weren't fucking.
Staci's incest stories were my favorite and were chiefly responsible for my
recent obsession with thoughts of fucking my own sons and imagining my
daughter with Max. Her stories drove me to outrageous behavior around my
kids when Max was away. They'd seen me naked dozens of times, and each had
caught me masturbating several times. Sandy even caught me using her hair
brush handle as a dildoe.
The lewd exchange between Staci and her Dad kept me in place and kept me
silent. Talking about me and not to me gave me a huge thrill. I felt like
raw meat with no say-so and no opinion. Speaking up would have spoiled the
effect. I hung on every word in silence, getting hotter by the second.
Bill said, "Does she have a daughter?"
"Yes, Daddy, and you'd love her. [Staci!]Sandy is only twelve, cute as a
bug, and she has tits, nice handfuls. She looks just like her mother in
miniature."
"Is she petite like her mom?"
"Yes, she'd look nine or ten if it weren't for her womanly figure. She's
adorable, Daddy, and I'll bet she's tighter than Stephanie Williams. [Oh,
Staci!]You remember Stephanie Williams from third grade."
"Hell yes, I remember. Tighter than Stephanie, huh?"
"I'm sure of it, and virgin besides." [Staci, how could you?]
My mind was in turmoil. What the hell was Staci up to, I wondered? How dare
she suggest my Sandy to what I now knew was a seasoned child molester. How
many little girls had she acquired for her father, and why wasn't he fucking
me? I needed fucking now more than ever, and they just kept on playing stink
finger in my soupy twat.
Bill said, "I'll make you a deal, Staci. You get me this Sandy, and I'll
screw the bitch for you. I'll screw her good, too. I've got a week's worth
of sperm built up. She'll have sperm over-flowing her high heels by the time
you deliver her to her hubby and kids. What do you say? Do we have deal?"
"It's a deal, Dad. Let's shake on it."
They took their hands out of my pussy to seal the deal. I felt like
shouting, "Just accept a verbal contract and get on with the fucking, will
ya?"
Moments later, after Staci sucked her father's cock to get him good and
hard, I got my much-anticipated screwing. The old pervert wasn't bad. His
dick was a bit of a disappointment in girth, but any woman would be
impressed by its length. He would certainly impress the hell out of my
virgin daughter.
He had the perfect ass-fucking cock--ten inches of uniform thickness. For
cunt fucking, what he lacked in bulk, he made up for in technique. A woman
with my Max up her cunt and Bill up her ass would be in seventh heaven. My
womb received a good sperm douche. Max never came like Bill did. The old
guy, true to his word, dumped a big load in me.
After he dumped his load, Staci stood me straight and began replacing my
top. She let the cum ooze from my twat until she was satisfied, then
replaced the bottoms. At the door, on the way out, Staci said, "I'm going to
be bringing Sandy by tomorrow afternoon. You shave and shower. Get this dump
cleaned up, and let some light in. Open the fucking windows, and spray
something, anything. If this place isn't presentable, I'll march her right
back out and you can go jack off."
Bill said, "I'll have me and the house clean and smelling sweet. You just
see she's wearing something cute and sexy. And see that she's not wearing
panties."
Naturally, I was shocked by this exchange. I decided to set Staci straight
about Sandy as soon as we got back in the car. I should have said something
when the matter was first brought up. I should have stopped the deal. I
should have told Bill he needn't go to the trouble of cleaning his dump or
taking a shower. I didn't say anything, and didn't know why. I did know that
silence, as far as Staci was concerned, was my acceptance, and the longer I
remained silent, the stronger my acceptance became.
Once back in the car, while looking at my thoroughly saturated, slimy,
sticky, messy legs, I forgot about Sandy. When I found my voice, I said,
"Staci, we can't go in the house with me looking like this."
"Bullshit! Trust me, Theresa. Max will get a big charge out of this, and the
kids will love it too. There will be three hardons and a juicy twat after
they see you."
"If Max sees this, I'll wish I'd never been born."
"Bull. If Max would do anything to you, he'd have made a specific threat.
Wishing you were never born is the same as saying, 'I'll do nothing, nothing
at all.'"
"That's easy for you to say."
"Trust me. I'm telling you. Max does not want to see sperm on your legs.
He'll ignore what he sees, or accept whatever excuse you offer."
"Yeah, like what the hell could I say that would explain a thick, creamy,
white fluid running from my crotch to my heels?"
"Tell him it's suntan lotion that you forgot to rub in. Tell him you dropped
a jar of hand cream, and it splashed up your legs. Tell him a dog humped
your leg and had an accident. Tell him anything. He'll buy whatever you tell
him. Trust me."
I looked at my sperm-drenched legs and shook my head. If Max bought any of
those stories, I'd fuck my own father while sitting on my mother's face.
Still, if Staci was right, and she'd been right all along, I'd be in for the
sexual experience of a lifetime. I would love to be able to walk in my
house, before my whole family, dripping semen from my freshly-fucked cunt.
As my driveway loomed ahead, I resolved to give it a shot.
My resolve diminished greatly as the car came to a stop and Staci reached
into my crotch. I said, "What are you doing?"
Staci had the crotch piece pulled aside and dipped a finger into my spermy
well. She smeared the sperm on my left cunt lip and adjusted the crotch so
that the left edge nestled in my crack, completely exposing my left labia
and clit, saying, "Let's do this up right if we're going to do this at all."
I stared at the obscene display in my crotch and said, "Let's not do this at
all, then. If you think I'm going in with half my cunt hanging out in the
open, you're nuts."
"You look sexy as hell this way, Theresa. Look, they all believe you went
out to get laid. You were willing to let them see the evidence. They've all
seen your shaved pussy, all of it, so what's wrong with putting everything
together for dramatic effect?"
"I'll tell you what's wrong. Max will kill me if I go in like this,
especially in front of the kids. This is not being discrete, Staci. This is
flaunting my adultery in his face. Besides, I never agreed to this."
"I agreed for you. Look, when Max said be discrete, he meant with other
people, people outside the home, the public, not your family. Max doesn't
give a fuck what the kids think. He proved that this morning, didn't he?"
Once again, Staci had me questioning my judgement and seeing her side as the
rational interpretation. She was right. Max didn't seem to worry about what
the kids thought. I looked in my crotch again, and a wicked thrill coursed
through me at the thought of going in like that.
A multitude of provocative questions ran through my mind. Could I actually
walk in and make anyone believe that I was unaware of my exposure? Did it
really matter that they believed? Could I be this shockingly brazen and get
away with it? I had to find out. With fatalistic aplomb, I said, "Let's go."
We'd been sitting in the driveway long enough to give everyone inside the
house time to move to the living room to await my entrance. Still, I wasn't
sure anyone would be there. By the time I reached the door, I was actually
hoping they'd all be behind the door. I figured, "What the hell. If I'm
going to blow it now, and wish I'd never been born, I may as well go down in
a blaze of glory. Do it right, or don't do it at all, as Staci would say.
Whether from excitement or arousal, my knees were ready to buckle. How I
walked steady, I'll never know, but I did.
I entered with my head up, shoulders back, chest out, strutting my stuff.
All four were in perfect positions. Max sat in his easy chair, reading a law
book. Sandy and Joey were sprawled on the floor watching the TV. Phil sat on
the love seat nearest the door. When they saw me, Max closed his book. Sandy
and Joey sat up, facing me. Phil sat forward and turned my way. I could have
reached out and laid a hand on each of them, they were that close.
Max ran his eyes over my legs, peering over his bifocals. He said, in a calm
voice, "What happened to you?"
I said, "What? You mean the mess?"
"Yes, I mean the mess."
"I dropped a jar of hand cream as we were getting into the car. The contents
splashed up my legs."
Max eyed me and my crotch suspiciously, ran his eyes up one leg and down the
other, then said, "I see. I hope you weren't in a public place."
My confidence grew. He was acting exactly as Staci had predicted, just like
he had earlier at the breakfast table. I said, "We weren't. It was private,
very private."
"Good, because your suit needs adjusting."
I peered innocently between my legs with my knees bowed out and exclaimed,
"Well, I'll be." I pulled the crotch piece out further, completely exposing
my pussy, saying, "My goodness. That stuff splashed clear up here. What a
mess."
I watched a thick drool gather on the lips at my hole, so I know they saw it
too. That drool got bigger and bigger, elongating, then dropping between my
feet as another formed. Staci came around to see for herself. I didn't have
anything to say, so Staci said, "You're right, that cream got you dead
center looks like. I'll get some paper towels and clean that mess off. Here,
we'd better get these off you."
Staci deftly untied both ties at my hips and let the saturated suit bottoms
fall with a wet splat on the hardwood floor. The crotch landed inside up,
displaying a thick puddle of cum right where my pussy hole rested. The
vulgar scene I presented demanded comment, but no one said a word, not even
Max.
I was still hunched over, looking between my legs when Staci returned with
the roll of paper towels. She knelt behind me so as not to block anyone's
view, then set about wiping out my high heels, taking them off one at a
time, replacing each bare foot wider than it had been. After the second heel
was wiped clean, I stood with my feet wide apart, obscenely wide.
I stood up straight and basked in the hard stares centered in my crotch,
more specifically at the base of my pussy crack. Semen continued to drip
from my cunt to fall on the suit bottoms, adding to the puddle already there
as Staci concentrated on my lower legs, taking her sweet time moving up.
I was surprised that so much cum was still inside me, but I had been seated
most of the time following the deposit. Still, standing erect for so long
brought down a steady flow of cum that dripped steadily to the floor. With
everyone's eyes focused on my leaky twat, I could let my eyes survey my
audience.
Sandy looked enthralled, having never seen semen before, I presumed. Joey
had a look of pure astonishment. He bravely scooted closer, looking up my
left leg into paradise. Phil was on the edge of the cushion, leaning far
out, peering into my crotch from around my right hip. Max sat casually,
observing everything, but rarely making eye contact with me, though he did
appear surprised by my brazen display and casual attitude. I'd have given
anything to know his thoughts. If he'd have just moved the book off his lap,
I'd at least know if the scene turned him on.
Staci was obviously enjoying her role. I knew she would do something to make
the scene even more vulgar. I waited and wondered. She finally mopped my
inner thighs and my pussy was all that remained. She'd been silent to this
point. I felt my pussy lips being pried open and heard Staci declare, "My
goodness, girl. How did you manage to get that cream up inside your vagina?
Good lord! It's everywhere. What you need is a good douching to clear this
mess out."
Staci wiped my crack and then slapped my fanny, saying, "Come on, lets get
you in the bathroom."
The show was over. We walked into the master bath and shut the door. We both
cracked up. Me, from nervous tension being released; Staci, from pure
excitement. I said, "I don't fucking believe this, Staci."
She said, "I don't either. I was just guessing."
"You what! You mean to tell me that you sent me in here knowing I might get
killed?"
"He wouldn't kill you, but I thought you'd get your ass reamed out good.
Christ, Max ate it up, all of it. He was really getting off on watching the
kids devour your spermy pussy with their eyes."
"Do you really think so?"
"I know so. I kept my eyes on him. Why do you think I got behind you?"
"So they could see my twat leaking cum from my cunt hole."
"That too, but I wanted to see Max's reaction. We're home free, girl. You
can screw your brains out, now."
"Wow, that's right. I can, can't I?"
While Staci attended my pussy, I sat on the toilet and thought wicked
thoughts. Sandy came to mind. The time was right to talk about the deal. I
thought about the deal instead. I wondered what would happen if I didn't
talk about the deal. Would Staci bring me along, or would she simply take
Sandy? Would she ask permission? Would she ask Sandy's permission? Would
they rape my little girl, or seduce her? Would they use protection?
No, of course not, I reasoned. They were excited about the possibility of
knocking me up. Knocking up a little girl would be ten times more exciting.
Now, I was thinking like them. Yes, the idea was undeniably exciting.
Picturing my little Sandy with a balooned belly and tits bloated with
mother's milk had me on the verge of a climax. The idea of watching that old
fart screw my daughter was exciting as well. Staci seemed to read my mind
and said, "You're thinking about Sandy getting pregnant, aren't you?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"I've got your cunt in my hands, remember. You're getting excited. I figured
it had to be that."
"Why would you think that would excite me?"
"Because, I planted that seed months ago. That tree is ready to bear fruit.
You didn't bat an eye when I arranged the date and sealed the deal."
"You're a real pro at this aren't you?"
"Yes, you never stood a chance."
"Is that all you were after, Sandy?"
"Hell no. If Mom hadn't died and Dad hadn't slipped into a funk, I'd have
never thought about it. As it works out, Sandy is just what he needs. No,
Theresa. It's you I want. I want my own little Barbie Whore, and now I have
one."
"What about Sandy?"
"She's going to be Daddy's little Barbie Whore, at least until he gets back
on track and can get his own."
"And you expect me to go along and Sandy to cooperate?"
"Yes, and you will. Daddy will handle Sandy. All we need to do is deliver
her cute little ass, then get comfortable and watch a real pro at work."
"That easy, huh?"
"That easy. No force. No pain. No tears. Just as long as you see she gets
back often, Sandy will give you no problem. Trust me."
"I trusted you in the car, and you damn near got me killed. I hope you're
right, though. I'd love to watch a good seduction, then have a horny preteen
on my hands afterward."
"Horny? She'll eat your pussy for a ride to my father's house."
I bit my lower lip. Staci's words had a way of instantly forming vivid
mental images in my mind. That one made my clit stand up and throb. Staci
saw this and smiled her devilish smile, then said, "Yeah, that tree is
bearing fruit, too. I'll be up to my ears in fruit shortly."
Staci was about to insert the nozzle, but halted, saying, "You know, Max is
pretty horny. He's been a good boy. He should be rewarded. I'll bet he'd
love sliding his boner into a sloppy twat. I'll bet he'll really get off on
sloppy seconds from his wife. Yep, that's what we'll do."
She set the douche bag aside and stood, saying, "I'll leave you guys alone.
You should go out there naked and plop down on his lap. Talk about the first
thing that pops up. Get in slut mode, Theresa."
"I never got out. All right, I'll do it. I'm anxious to get him alone,
anyway. I'd like to know what's going on in his head."
"Don't pry. Let him initiate any conversation. If he asks you who you're
fucking, stick to your story."
"It's a dumb story."
"So? He can't prove otherwise unless he's willing to eat you out. If he does
that, break down and confess. You've got yourself a winner. He'll bring guys
home for you to fuck."
"I'd like that."
"What wife wouldn't?"
Staci departed, leaving me to think for a few minutes before emerging. I
could hardly believe my good fortune. All my fantasies seemed within the
realm of possibility. If all continued going well, I'd be screwing all kinds
of men, fucking my sons, basking under my daughter's slavish tongue,
watching her get screwed, get pregnant, and deliver a child. I'd see Max
fuck her, and who knows how many of his swinging friends. Yes, all seemed
possible, even probable. I exited the bathroom with a sexy strut in my step.
Max was still in his chair. The kids were seated on the floor at the foot of
his chair. They'd been talking together, about me, no doubt. All eyes turned
to watch me stroll over. I took Max's book off his erection, set the book on
the end table, then reclined across his lap, being careful not to bend his
boner. I ran my fingers through his hair and purred sexily, "Is that a gun
in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?"
"You're treading on thin ice, Theresa."
"Am I? How so?"
"That was a man's semen on your legs. I can't prove it, but I'm no idiot."
"That was hand cream, Max. I'd never be unfaithful to you."
"Bullshit! You're a fucking whore, Theresa. The kids know it. I know it.
Staci and Joe knows it. Half the town probably knows it by now."
"Max, you think I'm a whore, really? I'm shocked."
"That's cute, Theresa, real cute. Let me catch you in the act, and we'll see
how cute you act."
"You lied to me."
"How's that?"
We were both playing to an audience of our children. That much, I picked up
right away. I was thrilled, and Max's cock throbbed under my naked ass.
Sandy, Joey, and Phil were all ears and eyes as I pouted, "You promised
you'd never accuse me unless you had absolute proof. You have no proof,
Max."
"You're right. That was wrong. I apologize. I don't have absolute proof.
Even if that hand cream tested out as sperm, you could always say you placed
it there yourself. Knowing you, that's exactly what you'd say. No, I'll get
proof positive sooner or later. One day, you'll slip up, and I'll catch you
with a cock in you. When I do, you'll wish you'd never been born."
"All right, Max, but until you catch me with a cock in my pussy, don't
accuse me, okay?"
"All right, Theresa. That's how we'll play it. I take back what I said about
your being a whore."
"No, don't take it back if you really think I am a whore. I don't mind what
you call me. Calling me a whore doesn't make it so. Only proof positive
would make it so. Even if I told you I let a man fuck me, I could be lying.
Proof positive is a cock in my pussy, agreed?"
"Agreed, whore."
"All right, now I'll tell you that the cream was a man's sperm, several in
fact. Staci collected the specimens in a jar, and I used a turkey baster to
put the sperm inside my pussy to make you think I'd been unfaithful. We
played a joke on you, Max."
"Bullshit, Theresa. You went out and got fucked, by several men no doubt.
Play your game, but remember my warning."
"I will, but I kinda like this game. I like teasing you this way; besides,
Staci enjoys collecting sperm for my pussy, and she loves cleaning sperm off
my body."
"With her tongue, unless I miss my guess."
"Sometimes. Does that make me a lesbian whore?"
"It makes you a slut, Theresa."
"Oh, a slut too? I'm a whore and a slut, am I? I never knew the
distinction."
"There is none, but you are both."
I looked to the kids and said, "Did you hear that children? Your father says
I'm a slut whore. Your mother is a whore and a slut. How does that make you
feel?"
I looked to each in turn in expectation of an answer. Sandy shrugged and
said, "I don't know. It's your body and your life. It doesn't bother me
any."
Joey said, "I think it's kinda neat having a slut whore for a mom."
Phil said, "I'm with Joey, and ditto what Sandy said."
I looked to Max with a smile, saying, "You'd better hope I'm not a slut
whore, Max. They won't rat on me. When you go out of town, I could bring my
men here and fuck them right here in the living room. They won't mind, and
they won't tell. That is, if I really am a slut whore."
"Be that as it may, Theresa. One day, you'll slip. When you do..."
"I know. I'll wish I'd never been born. Don't worry, Max. I'll never slip,
not with three good lookouts. If I was a slut whore, that is. I'm horny,
Max. All this slut talk has made me horny as hell. Fuck me, Max. Fuck me
here; fuck me now. Let the kids watch us fuck. You fuck me so good, and your
cock is so hard right now."
Max looked to the grinning eager faces looking up, felt my pussy, slipped a
finger inside, and said, "All right, whore. Get on the floor and spread
wide."
I climbed down and sprawled in a circle of excited kids as Max stood and
dropped his pants and briefs. Sandy's eyes were riveted to her father's
mighty erection as he knelt between my legs. I planted my feet and raised my
pussy to meet his dick. Max angled his straining cock down and pushed the
head inside. I wiggled my pelvis, sinking my cunt over the shaft, clear to
his balls. Max took me by the hips and hammered my adulterous pussy like he
used to do, ages ago.
I swooned under his pummeling assault as small hands fondled my jiggling
breasts. Joel and Sandy each had a tit. Phil's hands stroked my lower
abdomen and inner thighs while trying not to get his hand trapped by his
father's driving thrusts. Occasionally, he brushed across my clit or touched
a bare cunt lip stretched thin by his father's cock. I was in pervert's
heaven.
The kids got bolder as the fuck went on. They traded off parts, so each got
to feel my pussy. They slowly lost their inhibitions about getting in the
way of our slapping genitals. Little hands were always getting trapped on
the in-stroke. Sandy was more interested in feeling her father's cock.
During her turn down below, Max fucked with half of his cock so that Sandy's
fist could ride the base. Her fist hammered my cunt, so I didn't miss the
part she held.
Joey tried to worm his finger in alongside his father's cock, and that felt
marvelous to me. Max didn't seem to mind either. Phil played with my ass and
eventually fingered my asshole. He invited the others to feel their father's
cock through the thin membrane of my colon. Each took a turn, and each was
delighted, none more so than me.
When Max came, he pulled out for dramatic effect, spraying my chest and face
with a copious load. He also sprayed Sandy's cheek as she was sucking on my
right nipple. Sandy raised up with a start, just barely avoiding a long ropy
strand that draped the nipple she'd been sucking. When Max was through
sperming me, Sandy returned to the nipple.
Max and I exchanged smiles as we watched our daughter suck my spermy tit.
Our smiles broadened when she licked my spermy tits, chest, neck, and face.
We all watched Sandy lick sperm, and she gradually lost her inhibitions
about sperm licking with an audience. As she finished with the last drops on
my face, Max milked a few more directly on my clit to add to the remnants of
his first jet that made a direct hit at the top of my pussy crack. That shot
ran down the crack, split by my clit. Max painted my clit by milking his
dick.
I knew what he was up to, but I also knew Sandy would balk at licking cum
off my clit. Still, I supported the attempt, paving the way by saying,
"Clean all the cum off me, Sandy, and I'll get you that dress you liked."
Sandy renewed her cleaning efforts, going back over ground already covered.
All she needed was an excuse, and I languished under her oral ablutions.
When she sat up, satisfied that she'd earned the dress, Max pointed the
oversight out to her.
Sandy stared at the pearly drool oozing over my clit and seeping into my
pussy crack. None of us seriously expected she'd fall for Max's challenge.
It was more a joke, but as Sandy continued to stare at my clit, thinking
hard, we began to wonder. To help her decide, I drew my legs back and fanned
my lips open with my fingers. My sperm-drenched clit stood tall and shiny. I
could feel the thick run sliding down my crack toward my pussy hole.
I felt like all she needed was a slight nudge, so I said, "If you don't
start soon, you'll have to lick Daddy's sperm out of my pussy hole. That is,
if you want that dress."
Her eyes widened as she looked to each of us in turn. All she saw was
hopeful, expectant faces smiling back. She gazed on my wide-spread beaver,
then slowly leaned across my abdomen. She licked tentatively with her
tonguetip barely making contact with my clit. I said, "You'll never get it
clean that way. You'd better hurry."
The next lick was a real lick that moved my clit. The licks that followed
swabbed my clit, moving the excited nub from side to side, up and down, back
and forth, over and around. She spent so much time on my clit that the run
she should have chased ran inside my hole. I said, "You're too late. Daddy's
cum is now inside the hole."
Joey said, "That means she has to lick inside your pussy, right, Mom?"
"If she wants to earn that dress she does."
She wanted the dress, but what she really wanted, what she'd stalled for,
was an excuse to get at my hole. She crawled lower to get her head square to
my beaver and followed the path of the drooling run with her flattened
tongue. When she reached the hole, her tongue swabbed the rim, then slipped
deep inside. She mashed her face to my cunt, trying to get her tongue in as
deeply as she could. I was in ecstasy; the guys were in awe. Sandy kept this
up for several long minutes.
Max had never enjoyed sex more, and neither had I. We were spent and totally
satisfied, but the kids hadn't gotten off. They were more wired than when we
started. They couldn't keep their hands off me or out of my holes. Sandy
couldn't keep her mouth off me or her tongue out of my holes. Whether I sat,
stooped, walked, or just stood still, fingers entered both my holes or toyed
with my tits. Sandy's tongue went everywhere, but made my twat home base.
Since Sandy was too shy to touch Max's cock after the fuck, and he was too
inhibited to suggest she clean his cock, he got dressed and watched me and
the kids. I did nothing to discourage the kids. If anything, I made my parts
more accessible. This lewd activity went on for several hours. We watched a
movie on TV. Well, Max and I watched the movie. The kids watched me, or
parts of me. Even as I prepared dinner, my body received their attentions.
By this time, I usually had one at a time to tolerate.
Sandy spent most of her time curled up on Max's lap. During the meal, I
remained naked and sat between Joey and Phil as they continued to amuse
themselves with my body all through the meal. Sometime during the dinner
preparations, Sandy lost her shyness about fondling her father's cock. She
stroked his erection all through dinner.
Sandy had her chair pulled up beside Max's at the head of the table. Her arm
was in constant motion throughout the meal. Max and I never enjoyed a meal
more, that's for sure. Sandy dove to Max's lap for her desert. All we saw
was her head bobbing up and down and Max's eyes cross. That is, until he
came.
For the cum shot, Max gripped the edges of his seat and heaved his loins up.
Sandy's sucking mouth appeared over the table top as the sperm boiled up
from his balls. We could see the jets shoot up the thick central vein, and
Sandy's throat muscles contracting after each jet she took. She pumped his
shaft with both hands, milking him of every last drop. She was sucking her
father like a heavy duty vacuum cleaner. She made me wish I had a cock.
Family sex was a foregone conclusion at that point. All inhibitions had been
breached. Max was going to fuck Sandy. I was going to fuck the boys. We all
knew that without anyone saying so out loud. Max waited for me to initiate
the orgy. I waited on him. The kids waited on anyone to break the stalemate.
Max couldn't, and I didn't want an orgy involving Max. That wasn't my
fantasy. I wanted to sneak my fucks in. I wanted Max to seduce Sandy and
carry on with her behind my back so that I could catch them in the act. I
wanted my fantasy, not a free- for-all. The kids went to bed horny.
Max and I were also horny, but we enjoyed another terrific fuck. Afterward,
we talked. Without an audience, Max was more serious.
He said, "This is crazy, you know?"
"How so?"
"This game we're playing."
"We're playing a game?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Theresa. We're perverts."
"Who cares? We're having fun. The kids enjoy having perverted parents. We're
lucky perverts with lucky kids."
"I want to fuck Sandy."
"You pervert."
"I'm serious. She wants me to fuck her. While you were in the kitchen
preparing dinner, she got my cock out, got me hard, then whispered, 'Daddy,
I want to do it. I want to go all the way with you.'"
"Like I said, Max, you're a lucky pervert. Just don't get caught, or I'll
make you wish you'd never been born."
Max sat up and looked down on me with a puzzled expression. I smiled wryly.
He said, "Seriously?"
"As serious as you are with me."
"I know what I mean by that statement. What do you mean?"
"Wait and see. That's what I have to do."
Max laid back, staring up at the ceiling. After several minutes, he said,
"You're going to fuck those boys, aren't you?"
"Who knows? I won't get caught fucking them. That's for sure."
Minutes passed before Max said, "You want it this way, don't you?"
"Max, I won't snoop. I won't ask questions. I won't open any shut doors
without knocking and getting permission to enter, but if I ever get proof
positive that you are screwing our daughter, if I ever actually catch you
with your cock in her pussy, I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
"Gotcha. Good night, sweetheart."
"Good night, darling."
Max and I went to sleep with a good understanding. At three in the morning,
I awoke to an empty bed. I got up and went to Sandy's room. The door was
shut, but the light was on. I pressed my ear to the door and heard her bed
bouncing to the pounding of a paternal beat. I smiled and returned to bed. I
was still awake when Max tried to ease in an hour later. As soon as he was
settled, I said, "How was she?"
Max almost jumped out of his skin. He said, "Damn you, Theresa!"
I laughed and said, "Well, you were gone long enough."
"Circumstantial evidence. You have no proof."
I felt his sticky cock, then smelled my fingers. I said, "This smells like
virgin pussy to me, Max."
"I fingered Sandy and rubbed her juices on my cock."
"Clever, very clever. Trying to trick me, huh?"
"Yeah. A practical joke."
"Okay, just remember what I said. If I ever catch this cock in Sandy's hot
little ex-virgin pussy, I'll make you wish you'd never been born."
"I understand. Same goes for you, whore."
"Gotcha. Good night darling."
"Good night, sweetheart."
Max drifted off to sleep, but I couldn't sleep. I had a raging case of the
hot-twat. When Max began snoring, I eased out of bed, then tip toed down the
hall to Phil's room. I slipped into Phil's bed and he awoke with a start. As
soon as he realized who I was, he rolled on top and entered me. He fucked me
gloriously, three times in rapid succession, then lay sprawled on top of my
body, exhausted.
When he fell asleep, I rolled him off, then went to Joey's room. He was
harder to wake up. I had to turn on the light and shake him awake. When he
saw my naked tits bobbing in his face, he broke a smile and sucked one. I
yanked his underwear down and sat on his erection. We fucked twice more with
me on the bottom, then laid side by side to rest up for another. The sun was
just about to rise when a delicious idea came over me.
Max likes to sleep in on Sundays, and he sleeps soundly. I knew we could
fuck in the bed beside him if we were careful. Joey loved the idea, and we
went to my room like thieves. I eased onto the bed, then Joey got between my
legs. We both kept a wary eye on Max as the dirty deed progressed. This fuck
was slow and easy. After three cums, Joey wasn't about to go off like a
bunny.
We screwed beside Max, on top of the covers, for thirty or more minutes.
Early morning twilight filled the room. I was deliriously excited by our
bold adventure, languishing under a slow easy screwing with my eyes closed,
dreaming naughty dreams.
Suddenly, Joey's loins came down hard against my crotch, so hard he had to
have been assisted. My eyes opened wide to find Max hovering over us with
his hand pressing down on Joey's ass, pinning us to the mattress. Max
shouted, "Busted, bitch! I told you what would happen. I warned you. I knew
you'd slip up. Now, you're going to wish you'd never been born."
I have never been so frightened in my life. His maniacal look made me fear
for my life. That's when Max began tickling me. I can't stand to be tickled
while pinned, and I was pinned beneath my own son. I cried out for him to
stop while struggling and writhing. Max said, "Say, I wish I'd never been
born."
I cried, "What?"
"Say it, whore. Say, I wish I'd never been born."
The tickling was driving me mad. I screamed,
"I wish I'd never been born! I wish I'd never been born!"
The tickling stopped. The pressure came off Joey. Sandy and Phil came
rushing into the room. Phil was naked, and Sandy only had panties on. We
could see dried virgin blood stains on her inner thighs. They looked at the
scene with alarm showing on their faces. Sandy bashfully squeezed her legs
together while covering her breasts, but Phil did not try to hide his
growing erection. Max sat back smugly and said, "See, I told you I could
make you wish you'd never been born."
Relief flooded over me, and then I felt giddy. I started laughing, then
howling. I laughed poor Joey right off me. He fell on the floor, then got up
and stood between Sandy and Phil. They were laughing too. Sandy no longer
hid her tits. We were all laughing. Phil yanked Sandy's panties to her feet,
and we laughed harder.
Max had shaved her twat and drew one of his infamous cartoon characters on
her pussy, turning her pussy into a goofy old man with a vertical smile. Her
clit looked like his tongue sticking out. Sandy stepped free of her panties
and danced while twirling her panties overhead. She showed off her cartoon,
pulling on her labia lips to make the man's tongue stick out. We screamed.
When the boys sandwiched her between them and dry humped her, my sides
ached.
They fell on the bed then crawled up to lie beside us. I had Phil and Joey
on either side of me, and Sandy squeezed between Max and Phil--one big,
happy, buck-assed naked family. When the laughter died down, I said, "Now
what?"
Max got out of bed, reached down and lifted Sandy in his arms. He held her
so her ass faced us. We got a good look at her swollen pussy peeking between
her legs as Max said, "I'm going to get me some more tiny pussy. You guys do
what you want."
As soon as they left, the boys attacked me. I got screwed good. Incest
squared. By eight AM, I was exhausted, fucked out, sore and tired. The boys
were worn out as well. Max and Sandy emerged, still naked, wanting
breakfast. I told them to fix me some, too.
In a way, I was elated, but also disappointed. Sandy would be no fun to
watch with Staci's dad now. She'd be too eager from the start. Cheating
wasn't cheating anymore. Nothing was dirty, nasty, or forbidden. Everything
was out in the open, a sexual smorgasbord. I'd been cheated of my fantasies,
but what the hell. When you cum ten times a day, who gives a shit about
fantasies.
Staci felt the same way I did. She loved watching us fuck each other, and
had another Barbie Whore to play with, but it just wasn't the same. Bill
didn't care whether Sandy was an experienced whore or a shy virgin. He just
wanted a tight pussy to fuck. When I explained the story to Max, he gave
Bill unlimited and unrestricted visitation rights.
Max loved watching me or Sandy getting screwed, but he especially loved
watching Sandy and Bill. Bill stopped by unannounced three or four times a
day, and took Sandy where he found her. On the sofa, in the bathroom, in the
hallway, at the dinner table with the family eating, it made no difference
to Bill. He loved an audience, and we loved being that audience.
Max and I had a long and serious talk a few days into our new arrangement.
We did not want our expanded sex life to become mundane or routine. We
shared our fantasies and discovered many points in common. We both needed
perverse sex to heighten our enjoyment. We both liked watching each other
with multiple partners. At the top of our list was getting Sandy pregnant.
We also liked group scenes, and mother/daughter sex acts before an audience.
Sandy became the key to our sexual fulfillment. We liked anything involving
Sandy. We wanted her to stay barefoot and pregnant until she left home for
college. We planned to adopt her baby out, then knock her up again. When we
told Sandy of our wishes, we gave her two options: do as we say, or do
without sex.
Sandy took off her shoes and said, "I'm barefoot, now get me pregnant."
Max knew a slew of swinging couples, and we began entertaining regularly,
usually with one couple at a time. As an ice breaker, we played a game that
involved Bill and Sandy. We never let on to the guests that we were
swingers. During a formal dinner with the kids in attendance, Bill would
enter the house looking like a wino off the streets.
This alone would shock our guests. When no one made introductions, or so
much as acknowledged Bill's presence, their curiosity was peaked. Bill would
advance to the table, coming up behind Sandy. He'd pull out his cock and
begin stroking his erection, teasing the head at her face, interfering with
her attempts to keep on eating. Still, no one said a word, but our guests
were clearly awed.
Me, Max, Phil, and Joey pretended not to see Bill or Sandy. No matter what
he did to her, or what she did in response, we would not look over or react
in any way. This put our guests in a quandary, questioning reality.
Bill would strip her at the table, then fuck her on the table. He'd fuck her
pussy, then her ass, then cum in her mouth. He'd then dress and leave,
usually leaving Sandy sprawled naked on the table. When the door shut behind
him, I'd say something like, "Would either of you care for more peas, ham,
pussy, anything?"
If they hadn't caught on by that time, my question was the ice breaker.
We've never tired of that game, and all the swinging couples we've met were
initiated into our dirty little secret that way.
A month after we started our new life-style, Max had a young couple over for
dinner. The guy was a new young attorney in Max's office. His lovely wife
was the picture of newlywed bliss and innocence. Jan was a tall, sexy young
lady with classic beauty and intelligence to match. That bronze darling had
everything in abundance, including long legs, wide hips, and big tits. We
were both smitten by her charm and beauty, though her husband was a bit
stuffy.
They were not swingers, and the dinner was strictly business. We even sent
Phil and Joey away to stay with friends so there wouldn't be any slip-ups.
Sandy needed to remain at home to work on her science project. Earlier, Max
told me to call Bill and warn him that we had straight company. I forgot.
We'd just finished dinner and sat in the living room for cocktails.
Sandy sat on the love seat doing her homework. I was on the sofa, turned to
face John and Jan who were also seated on the sofa to my right. Max had
brought a dining room chair over so as to sit beside me in order to share
the coffee table and create a more intimate setting. Our backs were to the
love seat which sat at a ninety degree angle to the sofa. With Jan seated at
the other end, and John between us, he couldn't see his wife unless he
turned around, but they both had a good view of Sandy by looking between me
and Max.
Bill walked in ten minutes after we sat down. We didn't actually see him
enter, but we knew it had to be him. Max and I looked at each other. My look
said, "Sorry, I forgot." His said, "Oh no! Do something."
We both knew Bill would not be put off by the unfamiliar couple. We'd told
him not to worry about friends unless we called him. We were frozen into
inactivity. We did not acknowledge Bill's presence, because our backs were
to the love seat. He entered quietly, so unless he came into our view, or
our guests told us he was there, we had no reason to look behind us. We were
facing the couple and saw their expressions. The looks on their faces told
us Bill had just shucked his pants. I heard him take a seat beside Sandy.
Their expressions were priceless. I was waiting for one or both of them to
alert us to what was going on behind us, but they were speechless. I didn't
know what Max was waiting on, but every second counted. The action would
start quickly. They were his guests. If he wasn't going to act, I saw no
reason to.
By the expressions on our guest's faces, I knew obscene acts were taking
place behind us. At this point, Sandy would be climbing up to straddle
Bill's lap and ease down on his cock with her bare ass facing the couple.
She wore no panties. I was so amused by the couple, I wasn't about to look
back.
Max, I found out later, was intrigued by their silence. Since nothing
alerted us, and he had no reason to look behind him, he didn't. Still, their
facial expressions were enough to alert any intelligent person.
We trained Sandy to fuck for an audience, going for the highest visual
impact, keeping the cock/cunt connection in view. Jan and John were her
audience, and the looks on their faces told me Sandy knew that. She'd be
fucking Bill in a variety of lewd positions, all designed to show Bill's
stiff cock penetrating her hairless quim.
John and Jan had wide eyes and slack jaws as they looked past us, not at us.
Nonetheless, Max and I carried on small talk with them, or tried to. At this
point, experience taught us that Bill would be stripping Sandy naked while
she rode the bologny pony. Jan's hand came to her mouth as she obviously got
her first glimpse of Bill's cock penetrating my daughter's shaved twat.
Her husband broke out in a sweat with eyes focused low, about pussy level.
Still, neither said anything. Max and I had to carry all the conversation.
When I heard Bill and Sandy adjust positions, I knew Sandy was getting on
her hands and knees for the butt fuck; otherwise, only one person would be
moving--Sandy.
She'd press her shoulders to the cushions and raise her ass high, aimed
obliquely toward our amazed guests, then pull her ass cheeks apart.
As the shiny cock penetrated my daughter's pink sphincter, I said, "Are you
two feeling alright? You look a little piqued." They both nodded like
zombies. Max and I turned to each other, trying to hold in our smiles. We
knew exactly what had them so mesmerized. Sandy getting butt fucked is a
sight to stop trains, but what was coming up would blow them away.
When Bill cums, he draws out, grabs her by the hair, and yanks her head back
to his cock. While pumping his dick, Sandy engulfs the head and sucks hard.
He blasts her mouth with half his load, then pulls out to pepper her face
with the rest. Afterward, he wipes his dick in her hair, stands up, pulls up
his pants, and leaves.
We knew when Bill was ready to cum by the wide eyes getting wider. Bill and
Sandy were unusually quiet, which helped a great deal. We were able to
ignore the cum scene and enjoy the couple.
Jan no longer had her hand over her mouth. She bit her lower lip while
squeezing her legs together. The hand gripping her knee had white knuckles.
John had an erection that he tried hard to conceal from us with both hands
pressed to his lap. He sat stiff as a board throughout the bizarre ordeal.
Bill dressed and left as quietly as he'd entered. We could hear Sandy
putting her clothes back on and putting herself in order. We heard her
retake her seat and open her books. At this point, I said, "And the kids
these days. You have to watch them every minute." I turned to look at Sandy
and said, "This one, especially."
Sandy smiled and said, "Oh, Mom, that's not true and you know it. I'm a
perfect angel."
After I turned back around, I noticed Jan forcing back a smile and John
trying to avert his eyes from Sandy's direction. I found out later that
Sandy pulled her top over her tits, pulled her skirt up to her waist, sat
with her legs in the splits, and put on a solo act of preteen masturbation.
Jan found the performance delightful. John found the act distracting.
Max said, "Are you sure you two are alright? Can I freshen your drinks?"
John finally got his voice and said, "No thanks. I'm fine."
Jan handed Max her glass and said, "I'd like a double, straight up."
Jan was sharp. When her head cleared, and she had a few moments to think
about what had just happened, she realized they'd been had. Her attitude
changed dramatically after that. Max and I could see her mind turning the
events over. We could see her relax, get comfortable, then get too
comfortable for her still confused and uptight hubby.
She drank her double scotch rather quickly. She smiled knowingly while
seeking to make eye contact with us. We gave her that eye contact and
returned her smiles, but she still wasn't sure. Max offered to freshen her
drink, then took her empty glass after she downed what was left in one gulp.
John gave her a disapproving glance, tugged her skirt lower on her thighs,
and suggested she sit up straight. Jan refused to budge.
To avoid a confrontation, I engaged John in conversation.
I was pleased to see Jan immediately pull her skirt up past the level where
John thought she was showing herself immodestly. She defiantly stuck her
tongue out at the back of his head. I also watched Max expose himself to Jan
when he stood behind the sofa to hand Jan the drink.
John had his back to Max as Max offered Jan his profile. If John turned, Max
could easily turn as well, and at least hide his naked dick. Keeping an eye
on Max and Jan while keeping John focused on my every word wasn't easy. Max
had his hard cock fully out and stroked the shaft for Jan's excited and
visibly impressed, big, brown eyes. He stirred her drink with his cock, then
handed the drink to her. Jan smilingly ran her tongue around the rim of her
glass, being as suggestive as a woman can be without coming right out and
saying, "I want to suck your cock."
Max put himself back in order, retook his seat, and maintained eye contact
with Jan. When Max took out his hard cock in front of his wife and child,
Jan had all the proof she needed to properly size-up the situation. She
excused herself to go to the bathroom. We eagerly awaited her return.
When Jan returned after a long stay in the bathroom, I took it upon myself
to keep John's attention focused on me. When she sat, she leaned back
against the armrest, almost in a sprawl, a very undignified recline for a
lady in a short skirt. When she pulled that skirt up and spread her legs, I
almost choked on my drink. Max did.
She not only removed her panties and panty hose, she'd shaved her pussy and
taken lipstick to write "Fuck Me" across both inner thighs with her bald
pussy breaking the two words. At the time, I had no way of knowing whether
she arrived with a shaved twat, but I later found out she had never so much
as trimmed her bush. Sandy's shaved pubes inspired her.
She held herself in this provocative position as I tried my damndest to keep
her hubby from looking back. Actually, I don't know why I tried so hard. She
didn't seem too awfully concerned."
I expected Max to offer her a tour of his private law library. John had
already had the tour as Jan helped with the dinner. Max was having too much
fun watching Jan's daring and obscene act. He was in no hurry, and I
couldn't blame him. He knew he was going to get laid. Jan obviously had all
the teasing she could take and was determined to get some strange cock.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught her act, and I was deeply impressed.
I'd never seen a woman look so horny, so in need, or so provocative in
displaying that need. She had absolutely no inhibitions. She stroked her
pussy, then finger-fucked her hole.
She eased onto her right hip and pulled her skirt over her ass. She then
pulled her left ass cheek out to expose her asshole while mouthing the
words, "Fuck my ass."
Jan was losing control. Her passions were driving her to extremes. I wanted
to send a message to Max to get her out of the room and put her out of her
misery, but Max wouldn't look my way. Jan had resumed her reclining sprawl,
and had pulled her skirt all the way to her middle, clear past her belly
button. She had one foot laid on the back of the sofa, and the other far out
on the floor, offering as wide a spread as she could make.
If her hubby turned, there was no way she could get back in any sense of
order, but that didn't stop her. Her hand began undoing buttons. One, then
two, then three, until we saw she had removed her bra as well. She hauled
out one beautiful, long tit and brought that tit to her lips. She ran her
long tongue over the turgid nipple while masturbating with her free hand.
She undid the rest of her buttons and threw her blouse open to reveal
another message below her breasts: "Whore." For all intents and purposes,
she was a naked whore.
By this time, I was no longer interested in distracting her hubby. She
deserved to be caught, and Max deserved to lose out on a fantastic fuck if
her hubby got pissed. John was eager to look back ever since Sandy set her
books aside and came over to stand behind her father, looking down on Jan
with unabashed interest. When I threw my hands up and stopped talking, John
spun around.
"Jesus Christ, Jan! What do you think you're doing?"
Jan didn't blink an eye. She said, "Can't you tell? I'm trying to get
fucked."
John read her messages, then turned his pale face to Max, pleading, "Mr.
Blake, I'm sorry. She's never done anything like this. I swear. She normally
doesn't drink hard liquor."
Jan used her left leg to force John to sit back, saying, "You're blocking
his view. Sit back and shut up." Jan shrugged free of her hanging blouse,
unfastened her skirt, then raised her ass to slip the loose skirt down her
legs, telling John to take the skirt the rest of the way as she held both
skirt-draped legs over his lap. John gave her what we assumed was a stern,
unbelieving look, which we could see she returned with stern resolve. He
slowly, reluctantly removed the material from her legs.
Jan placed her right foot in his face and said, "Take my shoes off, too." He
removed that shoe, then awaited the other. When he tossed the last shoe, his
wife was naked. She twisted her wedding ring off her finger and handed that
to him saying, "Put this in a safe place. I won't be needing it tonight."
John slipped the ring in his vest pocket. Jan sprawled, getting low with her
head resting on the arm rest, purring, "I'm naked, totally naked, Max. Fuck
me, please! Fuck my ass. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my horny cunt. If you will just
fuck me with that magnificent cock of yours, I'll do anything, any time,
anywhere, from now on. Treat me like a whore, always. I want to be your
whore, Max."
John looked stunned and helpless. Max stood and removed his pants, saying,
"Sorry John Boy, but no man should have to turn down an offer like that from
a woman as sexy as your wife. If my wife has no objections, it looks like I
have myself a whore."
I said, "If your whore has no objection to licking a little pussy now and
then, I have no objection to you having a whore."
Jan sat up eagerly and said, "Oh, Theresa, I will. I'll eat you and your
daughter, together, if you want."
After removing his boxer shorts, Max settled between Jan's legs and screwed
her over her husband's lap. John was beside himself as he watched the thick
shaft of my husband's cock take steady posession of his wife's hungry pussy.
His wife became a wailing banshee once Max's cock sank in to the balls. Max
didn't fuck her; she fucked him. All John could do was watch helplessly.
Sandy, John, and I watched them screw until long after midnight. John was as
horny as his wife had been, but I wasn't into mercy fucks. Besides, wimpy
men turn me off. I got more enjoyment watching him suffer. When Sandy and I
stripped down and ate each other, poor John was in agony. John left in
agony, because Jan stayed with us. She moved in with us. Jan became my
Barbie Whore.
All in all, it ain't a bad life for a gal who wished she'd never been born.
The End
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