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Jennifer's Messy Little Problem
By: Tiffany
Mom got off my face and I could finally breathe. Thick fuck cooled rapidly
all over my face as she climbed off the bed to stand beside her long-donged,
bull-balled lover. Viscous fuck runs ran down my jaws, into my ears, down my
neck. and soaked the back of my head. I had fuck in my hair, not to mention
my mouth. She aimed a finger at me while saying, "If you like to spy on
people fucking, we'll make things easy on you. If your father gets wind of
this, there will be a divorce, but guess who you'll be living with? Just
think about that. Oh, and Jennifer, I don't mind doing my fucking where you
can see it. I do mind spying. Just ask next time. I rather enjoyed that, and
I hear sperm is good for the complexion. If I ever catch you snooping again,
I'll take a belt to you. I may even let Bob show you what fucking feels
like. Remember, all you have to do is ask."
They turned out the light and closed my door. They left me as though I would
remain wearing all that yucky fuck goo. There I lay in the dark, wearing all
that yucky fuck goo, still lying crossways on my bed where Mom dragged me
before climbing over me, placing her cunt in my face, positioned for
fucking, whereupon her adulterous cunt was fucked pretty good by a pretty
big dick and super size balls that dragged all over my eyes and forehead. I
would have seen a continuous up-close-and-personal fucking had it not been
for those advancing and retreating sticky wet balls.
I'll admit to being curious. Show me a thirteen-year-old virgin girl that
isn't. I always thought it would be neat to watch two uninhibited lovers
making love. I imagined that they would invite me to take a seat at the
bedside, then go about their business as though I weren't there. A live sex
show would be neat to watch. I saw an X-rated video once, only you couldn't
tell if they were really doing it or faking it. Mom and Bob weren't faking
it. With her mound resting on my chin, her clit on my lips, my nose hooked
in her hole sharing space with a pistoning dick, feeling the pulsing jets on
my nose as semen shot down his manly rod, they had me convinced that they
weren't faking it.
I'll say one thing, I sure got a good view of fucking every now and then. I
found out what fucking smells like and tastes like, too. I found out what it
looks like, smells like, and tastes like before, during, and after a fuck. I
felt like a fucking expert after one observation. I felt like the kid who
was curious as to the time and then had to watch a clock being built.
Did that really happen, or did I just dream it. No, that really happened.
The taste alone told me this was no dream. At least, now, I knew what sperm
tasted like - sperm and pussy juice - fuck - my own mother's adulterous
fuck. Not many thirteen-year-old girls know what that tastes like. I sure
wouldn't tell any.
Bob had to put my mom up to doing that. I knew she was ga ga over the guy
but shit, that's GA GA GOO GOO. I wasn't even spying. All I did was pass
slowly by a bedroom that had a door partly open. It's not like I stood there
peeking at them. Was she actually serious? Would she actually hit me with a
belt and let that man fuck me if I didn't come to them and ask for this
again.
That was the message I got. They had pinned a spying rap on me before; now
again, they'd do it once again. I know a pattern when I see one. There was
no due process in this house, not with Bob in it, and Bob now lived in it
with us. I don't know what Daddy was thinking by offering him the spare
bedroom until he got on his feet. One look at a guy like Bob and you know
he's not the type you can leave a wife alone with, much less a sexy young
daughter like me - a virgin, too. He may have been a laid-off buddy down on
his luck, but he looked like a stud sent from Spousal Boinkers. To me, he
looked like a rental unit from Child Molesters R US.
Daddy was now back working swing shift. Bob had us all to himself from four
till midnight. Shit, and this was only day three. Boy, it sure didn't take
him long to make Mom go GA GA, and she couldn't stand him at first. She
couldn't stand him more than I couldn't stand him. I don't mind being told I
look sexy. Not many grown men will admit that, come right out and say it,
even say what exactly they found sexy about me. No one ever did that in
front of my mother.
Mom didn't appreciate that one bit, though he found her sexy, too. He was
very complimentary, but Mom saw right through him, or so she said. I thought
she'd toss him out right up to when she went to bed with him late that first
night. That time, I did spy - not spy actually, I listened at the door to
the spare bedroom. Yup, that was fucking. I had heard that suckie fuckie
sound before, just not that good - like a toilet plunger working in the
cavity of a juicy watermelon. Bob could make sounds come out of Mom that
Daddy couldn't.
That was my first inkling that we were headed for trouble at the old
homestead. I got my next inkling when I arrived home from school, passing
Daddy on his way to work. When I entered the house, Mom was lying across
Bob's lap and he was feeling all up and down her legs, all the way to her
crotch. Daddy was still backing out of the driveway. She must have jumped in
his lap right after Daddy left the house. Talk about can't wait.
I wanted to brush right on by so as not to embarrass them, but Bob stopped
me by asking about my day. He called me over. I went over. He wanted me
closer. I came closer, now with Mom's left foot at my right thigh, her leg
hung over the arm. The other leg fell to the floor with a push from Bob. She
just laid there shooting me a beaver with her skirt bunched up from the many
passes his hand made going from knee to crotch on the inside of her thigh. I
could see her panties were wet. She was embarrassed, but he wasn't. I was.
I couldn't recall much about my day as I tried not to look between Mom's
legs. He made that very hard to do when he dug in under the leg band and
began playing with her pussy, even fingering her. Mom groaned and hid her
face in his thick neck, but she didn't try to stop him, or close her legs,
or even cover her crotch with her hands. She wanted to do something, but
didn't. There was just one moaning groan and then she just laid there and
let him have his way with her pussy right in front of me.
I made an excuse to leave, something lame like having homework to do, but he
wanted to talk some more. He said, "Something good must have happened today.
Didn't you get felt up?"
Shit! How old did he think I was. What did he think I was. I felt like
telling him that they don't feel girls up in junior high. You have to wait
for high school before that happens. I just shook my head, no. He said,
"What, nobody felt those sexy legs of yours?"
Mom's head came out and she looked at me, kinda dreamy eyed, like being
fingered helped her overcome her shyness and made her curious about my legs
because she looked them over too, at least what they could see of them. I
looked, too. I couldn't recall anyone feeling them, so I said, no.
It sure was warm. He sure was finger fucking my mom real good. He sure was
fucking up her panties real good. Once you stretch out the elastic, they're
no good. She didn't seem to care. She drew her left leg in to make a better
beaver, which moved her foot out of my way, allowing me to get closer, which
I didn't want to do but he wanted me to do, so I did and his left hand
cupped my right leg and pulled me closer until my thighs pressed into the
side of the chair. He then ran his hand up and down my legs the way child
molesters do (I assume). He felt up my sexy legs pretty good, then ran his
hand up to my ass as he said, "Didn't anyone feel your sexy ass, and squeeze
these cute buns for you?"
No one ever did, not that I ever recall, not like he did. He could squeeze
both buns at once with one hand. I said, no while he stuffed my pussy crack
with cotton. After getting the entire crotch of my panties stuffed inside
the lips of my pussy, he brought his hand around the front, still inside my
dress, then made it flat and sent it up to my chest, saying, "Someone had to
feel these gorgeous titties of yours. Don't tell me you didn't get these
sexy titties squeezed?"
I couldn't say that, now. He was doing it, first one, then the other, then
under the bra, then both together like he did with my buns. That'll make a
little girl's nipples get hard in a hurry. I don't know what I said, but his
hand slid down to my panties and he dropped them to my knees. I sucked a big
gulp of air when all that cotton suddenly came out and my cunt lips slammed
shut. I sucked another when he cupped my crotch and brought me to my tippy
toes saying, "I'll bet you got fingered, didn't you?"
Not until I got home I didn't. I couldn't take that, not and stay a virgin.
I backed up and off, then just walked away, ignoring him calling me back. I
flopped on my bed and went, "Oh fuck!"
I fully expected him to follow me into my bedroom to finish the job. I
waited and waited but he wouldn't...I mean, didn't. Okay, I was horny. Who
wouldn't be? Bob was a hunk and he found me attractive. My mom didn't care.
Daddy would never know - hopefully. I might not get pregnant. It might not
hurt too much. Besides, where would I run. I had run out of house when I
arrived at my bedroom. Sure, I could have run the other way and gone out of
the house, but then what? He'd be there when I returned for my bed time and
still have three hours to sexually molest me. He could get a lot done in
just three minutes.
I stayed in my room for almost an hour...waiting. I didn't want to wait all
night. I was hungry. Some of my favorite TV shows would be coming on. I had
homework to do, and the dining table is where I do it. I live here. He can't
keep me penned up in my room. If he is going to be living with us, he'll
just have to adjust to sharing space with a sexy morsel like me. He sure
adjusted to my mom. He adjusted so well and so fast, one would think she
were a slut.
My mom a slut. Boy, that was a shocker. I never would have guessed she had
it in her. After a little over one day with big bad Bob, I was surprised I
never noticed that side of her before. Then again, I had never seen her
pussy before. I certainly never saw it being fingered. That was slut pussy,
no doubt about it. Slut pussy won't stay still with a man's finger in it.
I returned to the living room fully expecting them to be in the guest
bedroom making strange noises, but they were as I had left them only Mom had
no clothes on, not a stitch. She saw me first and told him. He looked over
and said, "Why did you run off, Sugarpus?"
I bravely said, "You were getting too personal. I'm a virgin, you know."
"Yes, I felt. You don't look like a virgin, so I thought I had better feel."
I blushed. He went on, "It's rare to find a virgin who looks as good as you
do. The super good looking ones have a difficult time hanging onto their
cherries. They either get lost or stolen. What's your secret."
My secret is, I wear panties and sit like a lady. That's what I felt like
saying as he tried to motion me closer. I didn't budge this time. I stood at
a safe distance and said, "I don't know. I just am."
"You must be doing something wrong. Come on, step up here. Don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid, and I don't think I'm doing anything wrong. I think I'm
doing right. I'm doing exactly what my mom taught me to do."
He looks to her; she looks to him - impish, guilt ridden, like a bad girl.
He says, "Did you teach that sexy daughter of yours to stay a virgin? Did
you?"
She looks like a puppy who pissed on the carpet and meekly says, "yes."
He acts angry, flips her over, pins both arms behind her lower back with his
right hand, then begins wailing her white moons. She is screaming and wildly
kicking her legs, pleading that she is sorry, begging forgiveness. He can't
get good smacks in with all that squirming and flailing. He calls me over
and tells me to hold her legs. I jump to and get between the knees, wrap
both arms around her legs at the lower thigh and sink my weight on them.
That did it, but I have no idea why I did that. I was doing it and then
thought about it. He could now wail her fanny for her real good for making
me be a virgin while I stared at her cunt from inches away. My whole world
was suddenly turned up-side-down, but man was that ever neat, and it smelled
good, too. Her pussy fumes got fanned right into my face every time his hand
fell. I got drunk watching Mom's fanny turn beet red. She'll never teach me
to be a virgin again, that's for sure.
After the spanking stopped and I sobered up, I felt mighty stupid, but he
never said this was over. It may have been an intermission while he secured
pledges that she would undo all that bad training. She seemed sincere and
repentant, but I thought a few dozen more wouldn't hurt for good measure. I
couldn't very well voice that opinion, but by hanging on I did. Mothers were
notorious back sliders.
I couldn't believe I was looking right into my Mom's juicy cunt, and man was
it juicy and flushed after that spanking. Some of his smacks hit her pussy.
When he really needed to drive home a point, he'd smack her pussy. I swear,
my face wasn't ten inches from the maw of my ma when he took me by the back
of the head and closed the gap to a minus one inch. All that wet pussy
fanned out over my face with my nose up her butt.
He must have thought that mom's hate having a daughter's face rubbed in
their pussies, because he drove home points by doing that. She acted like
this was worse than pussy smacks. She was really learning her lesson, now,
boy. Hell, I was so drunk, I don't know what I thought. I went limp and let
him make all the points he wanted to make.
My face must have been merged between my mother's legs for five or six
minutes, possibly ten. Time flies when you're making points. I made a lot of
points with Bob by not resisting, lending myself to the purpose. Half the
time he didn't need to hold my head and direct movement. His hand would be
rubbing my back, patting me on the back when I did good. I did good when I
helped him make a point. Smearing my face all around in her cunt while
pushing in tight made a good point. She hated that but thought he was doing
it. The thought never occurred to me that he would get her off in private
and rat on me. Like I said, I was drunk.
They went off to the bedroom after that. When they emerged, Mom wore a glow.
She looked at me funny, too. He ratted. I knew he did. I was so embarrassed.
I just knew she thought I was a lesbian. She seemed to think that was funny,
like she had wasted all that good training trying to keep a lesbian from
losing her cherry. She came over, pulled me from my homework chair, and
hugged me. She hugged me to her naked body, hugging my head to her tits as
though I'd really like that a lot.
Bob was naked, too, standing to the side of us, stroking his wet schlong
while Mom maneuvered a turgid nipple to my lips as though I'd really like a
nipple to suck on - a lesbian treat. The damage was done, and they both
expected me to open my mouth and suck, so I did. I sucked like a lesbian -
first one, then the other. Bob said, "Now there's a sight that'll put lead
in a man's pencil."
Pencil? That was a pencil? I've seen pencils with lead in them. That was no
pencil. That was a full blown cock he stroked. I sucked on my mom while
eyeing that action. If I was going into training to not be a virgin, I
prayed they had a training cock in mind. No way was that pencil writing on
my cherry tablet. I tried to act like a 100% lesbian. I wanted to drop down
and suck her cunt, but she held me too tight. Instead, I went ape over her
titties and began kissing her all over her neck and face, making her laugh
until I sealed her mouth shut with mine and filled her oral cavity with
tongue. I wasn't sure how lesbian's kissed, but I was pretty sure she didn't
either.
I must have done good. She responded and filled my mouth right back. Our
slobbery French kiss went on and on, turning Bob on and on until he stepped
up behind her and stuffed her with cock. He then pulled out and changed
holes. He just wanted to get his dick good and wet before shoving it up her
ass. Kissing her while he entered her ass was like making out with a woman
during child birth. If they thought this would sell me on tearing up my
virgin card, they had another thing coming. What it did was make me a
die-hard, card-carrying lesbian. I forced my way down to her cunt and
started sucking with his swinging nut sack slapping me in the neck.
I thought we'd finish her off right there, Bob and I working as a team - one
heterosexual, one homosexual with a bi-sexual slut between us. He took care
of the rear; I took care of the front. He had other ideas and pinned her
arms behind her back while making her stand on top of his feet. Once he had
her like that, he backed off from me and walked off with her, headed for the
guest room, leaving me on my knees going, "Fuck!"
My head was spinning. My world was spinning. My world was up-side-down and
spinning. Finishing my homework was out of the question, so I sat in my
homework chair and masturbated while thinking about life as a lesbian,
wondering how long I could pull it off. I had to keep up the ruse until Bob
got back on his feet. After that, I could tell Mom that perhaps I was a
bi-sexual, too. We could then get sexy and go out trolling for trouser trout
together. That notion and image made me cum.
When they emerged an hour later, they accused me of spying on them. I was a
bit confused. I had not been spying. I had been frigging my cunt at the
dining table the whole time, or basking in the afterglow. They would hear
none of my lies. I was stripped naked, laid face down over Bob's lap with
Mom pinning my legs the same way I pinned hers, then my ass was made beet
red with my mother's warm breath puffing on my pussy. That'll warm a girl to
careless spying.
When he shoved my mom's face in my heated cunt, I almost died. When he
rubbed my back using both hands, letting me know that what she was doing she
was doing on her own, I did die. My mom was a lesbian, too. My mommy ate the
fuck out of me, especially after he rolled me to my back and played with my
tits. And I thought I could make myself cum good. I didn't know what cumming
was. They made me a big fan of cumming. When he rolled my limp, wasted,
cummed-out body off his lap, I just laid there on the floor while they
laughed.
They got dressed and went out somewhere. I was still lying naked on the
floor when they left. Mom stopped to warn, "Lock the door, Jennifer. A
rapist might get you."
Bob said to Mom, "Hey! Didn't you learn your lesson, bitch."
She goes, "Oh, yes. What was I thinking?" To me she says, "Jennifer, leave
the door unlocked and stay naked for the rapists. We'll be back to tuck you
in, but don't wait up. Your bedtime is still nine O'clock on a school
night."
After they left, I sat up, wrapped my arms around my knees and thought,
"Yeah, right tuck me in. Fuck me in is more like it."
Keep in mind, this is only day two, and Daddy indicated that Bob might be
with us through the summer, almost five months. I didn't count on getting
that much sex before my freshman year of high school, or starting my
freshman year four or five months pregnant. He didn't seem the type to give
a fuck, and Mom in GA GA mode didn't either. Daddy would. At the rate they
were going, Daddy would set Bob on his feet in a week. On the other hand,
Daddy would need help setting Bob anywhere. I saw clouds of divorce. I
pictured me calling Bob "Daddy" while delivering his baby while Mom made out
with me. Hummm, divorce wasn't so bad. Some marriages just aren't meant to
work out. I was mature enough to accept that.
I slept in pajamas, or I did until Mom told me to remain naked for the
rapists. Like a good girl, I left the front door unlocked and climbed into
bed naked at nine O'clock. There, I waited for my rapist. I stroked my pussy
and waited. I tried to loosen up the hole by hooking fingers and pulling
hard. I got four fingers in. Bob could get that big head in after an hour's
hard work. That had to be the hardest part, taking the head. I felt like
busting the cherry with my hair brush handle. I almost did. I weakened it -
my hymen, not the handle, I'm not that sexy.
By ten thirty, I was ready, willing, and able. They had best hurry. Daddy
walked in every night at twenty after twelve. They were dumb to go out
drinking and dancing in a tight community anyway. It was as if Mom wanted
to get busted, or simply didn't care. She looked easy. She didn't have
panties on. Someone was bound to notice that. I've been to night clubs and
functions were couples danced, and I've seen how some guys will cup a
woman's ass, squeezing, pulling their loins together, bunching up the
already short skirt until panties showed. Mom always made comments about
that rude, disgusting, and animalistic behavior.
Bob was the type to dance that way. Mom now looked the type to want it. They
were headed to a low class dive to show off her pussy. I overheard that
much. I pictured her out in the parking lot fucking rednecks in the back of
a pick-up truck. I could see that holding up the show. Since she'd never
done that before, pulling trains was probably more important than breaking
in a virgin daughter. The virgin will always keep. You can't tell a horny
virgin armed with a hair brush that.
I was just about to take matters into my own hands when I heard Bob's
truck...then another...then a car of some kind. I heard eight doors open and
shut. At the time, I had tossed my hair brush in the corner and was wailing
on my pussy, getting it good and ready so I didn't give all those doors much
thought. Mom and Bob could have arrived home at the same time as two
neighbors. Anyway, I wasn't thinking about that. My rapist was here and I
was ready to rape him...until I heard all those unfamiliar voices in the
house headed toward my dark bedroom.
I pulled the covers up to my neck with wet, sticky hands and pretended to be
sound asleep with my heart pounding a mile a minute. My door opened. The
light went on, and ten people moved in and circled my bed - oh shit!
I heard zippers, button flies, belt buckles, and pants dropping all around
me as Mom said, "There she is, gentlemen, Sleeping Beauty. Remember, behave
yourselves. This is virgin stuff and it had best remain virgin stuff. Bob,
give me your word before we do this."
That was a big relief, but do what? I still feigned sleep but was all ears
to hear if Bob was a man of his word. Actually, I wouldn't know if Bob was a
man of his word until after hearing his word and then after they were done
doing what they came to do. The only thing I knew was that these men needed
their pants down to do it. To a thirteen-year-old virgin, that's pretty
ominous, even a horny one.
Bob assured her that he could whip every ass in the room if need be, and
that his word was his bond. That was good enough for Mom. She took hold of
my covers while saying, "Jennifer, I know you're awake, so open your eyes
and look around."
I gulped, opened my eyes, and had a look around. I looked from one grinning
redneck cock to another. Most were pressed close to my bed, leaning in. I
could have touched most of those hard cocks without sitting up. I felt like
a bunny in a wolf's den. I felt like a little virgin at a child molester's
convention. I felt fucked. I looked to Mom like I was fucked. She smiled and
said, "Don't be bashful. These men want to see how sexy you are. Just lie
there and open your legs wide for them. Nothing is going to happen. You may
get a little wet."
A little wet. I knew what one dick could do. Nine could drown a bitch. My
covers slowly came down. First my tits popped out, drawing rave reviews. Mom
had to say, "No touching," before going on, but not before half of them
touched. Bob added his emphasis to the no-touching rule. I appreciated that
as the covers uncovered more of my flesh. By the time my pussy hairs were
drawing comments, this little girl was about to piss herself. My legs were
clamped so tightly I could bust walnuts.
She then whipped the covers completely free and I pissed myself. I really
did, not much, but enough that everyone noticed and laughing. I had sent a
squirt arching out of my squeezed slit to land at my knees. They could see
my legs could not possibly part on their own, and Mom couldn't budge them,
so Bob stepped to the foot of the bed, took two ankles, dragged my virgin
ass closer to the foot of the bed, then made a wish. Fuck, what a rush. He
made my cunt gulp air and then he slid those huge paws of his to my knees
and made them go out to the extreme, pressing them firmly to my mattress in
line with my hip bones, my legs bent sharply at the knee.
He had me laid out like a lab frog when he told me to remain that way. He
kissed my cunt to make me relax. Good try; no cookie. He almost got a
mouthful of piss, though. That did work to keep me wide and in place, and
there I remained while all those men talked nasty about me and jacked off.
Those at the foot of my bed had climbed on and were hovered over my beaver.
Eight men were in a tight ring around me. Bob and Mom stood back, overseeing
this circle jerk. That's what they called it, a circle jerk. Fitting name, I
thought.
I also thought I could just lie there checking out all the cocks and balls.
I saw lots of good training cocks. A couple that were for the advanced
class, and one other virgin splitter. Mom told me to play with my pussy and
inspire the men. I didn't think they needed any inspiration. I sure didn't
want to masturbate in front of all those men. I would have trouble doing
that in front of Mom and Bob. The next time she made the suggestion an
order. My obedient but bashful hands went south.
My hands were in it but my heart wasn't. Mom said, "Show these men what a
hot and horny cunt you are, Jennifer. Show them how a slut frigs off. Let
them see how badly you want their cocks in your cunt, fucking your cunt,
cumming in your cunt, cumming all over your sexy young body."
Shit! I felt like saying, "Mom, you are inspiring these men to see if Bob
can whip them all. I don't think he can." I didn't say anything. I was in
shock. I couldn't believe she would tell me to act that way. I knew she had
to unvirgin me, but shit. This was a crash course. I must admit, her vulgar
directions got through to my hands. My hands put my heart in it. I looked
like I wanted it pretty badly.
The first to fall to my virgin charms was the guy with the virgin splitter
who was poised between my legs, rubbing the head of his cock on my fingers,
and in pussy flesh when I made room. This was a no no, but Mom permitted it.
I liked feeling the large rubbery head between the lips of my pussy, so I
pulled those lips wide and let him at it.
That did it. He blasted off, creaming my slit. The second squirt went right
up me when he pressed the head of his dick to my hole. He then pulled up and
sent a long, ropy strand up my front to my collar bones, and another that
reached my face. The rest went between my legs, and he ended by milking his
dick inside my pussy with a little bit more than just the head in. This
nasty business triggered one cock on my left and two on my right. Between
them, they soiled the fuck out of me - mostly my face and tits. The rest
wanted to pace themselves.
One who hadn't cum but said he was ready changed places with Tripod. He
worked his cock through the mess and took a few unauthorized dips inside.
Mom felt the need to caution them again. She said, "You can bury the head
and jack off inside if you'd like, but there will be no balls-to-the-butt
fucking."
Balls-to-the-butt fucking. There was a phrase I never thought I'd hear
coming out of my mother at a circle jerk. Daddy would shit. The guy took her
up on the offer and buried enough to dent my hymen while leaving enough out
to jack off with. His fist pounded my sloppy twat while I held the lips
wide. I enjoyed that, and I loved being cummed in.
The other three cummed in my pussy, one after the other, and then they began
another round after beers all around. I was one wet, sloppy, sticky bitch,
but I got to drink beer like a grown-up.
For the second round, Mom placed me on my belly, which completely fucked up
my sheets. I then had to bring my legs in, offering up my butt. I thought,
here we go, balls-to-the-pussy fucking, but my asshole was off limits. Same
rules applied. This time, they all jacked off in my pussy. This took a while
and I kept eyeing the clock on my night stand. At the stroke of midnight, I
reminded Mom that she was married to a man who always arrived home at twenty
after when he worked swings.
She let one more have me and then ushered them out hurriedly at ten after,
leaving me to lie in the most fucked up bed you can imagine. If Daddy came
to give me a kiss on my forehead as he sometimes did, the stench of fuck
coming from under my covers would knock him over. Jig's up. Everyone out of
the pool.
Fortunately, he arrived to a quiet house. We got through day two, but I
spent all of my day three school day worrying about sperm, my future, my
mother, my Daddy, wishing I weren't so god damn sexy that men can't resist
me. After the night I spent, I felt like the poster child for child
molesting, or the goddess of fucking. I felt like a fuck rag is what I felt
like. I sat there like a cum dump wondering why men (and some women) love to
degrade, humiliate, and hurt a little girl so much.
By the time I arrived home, I was in no mood to play their vulgar games.
They could see that and they left me alone. They tried to get me to lighten
up. Mom tried to talk to me, but Bob told her to let me think it through.
They went off and played in the guest room. I thought it through. Before
bedtime, they could see I had thought things through and I'd be okay.
I had that playful gleam back in my eyes. Mom teased a nipple at my lips and
I gave it a friendly bite. Bob took his hard cock and glossed my lips for
me, then stood back and said, "There, now she looks like a whore again."
While they had been in the bedroom, I had divested myself of panties and had
myself a good cum. That put the gleam back in my eyes. After Bob glossed my
lips and stepped back, I felt like topping that, so I leaned back in my
chair, and pulled my skirt up. I laid my beaver wide, saying, "Gloss these
lips if you want to see a whore again."
They both smiled as Bob stepped up, assumed a squat, and did just that. He
even forced the head in which made my cunt lips go wafer thin. He glossed
some more and took a few more dips before stepping back to eye the
difference with Mom. He said, "Now, that looks like a whore's cunt, don't
you think?"
"Yes, it certainly looks that way. I think she's ready, Bob, but I'd like to
see more evidence before you begin using her like a whore. She is my
daughter, you know. I have to be certain."
"You just tell me when."
So, you see, when I turned in that night, I expected them to come in and do
something. I was asleep when they did. I awoke being dragged by my ankle to
a new position, being accused of spying again. I thought, "This is it."
That's when Mom mounted me in reverse and placed her pussy over my mouth for
observational intercourse. That turned out to be shockingly nasty business,
something I never expected from them. I mean, fucking over a daughter's
face, that's sick.
They left putting the ball in my court. I had a choice between whippings and
fuckings or watching their sex up-close and personal. I sensed they wanted
me to choose watching up close. Someone had that kink. I wasn't sure who,
but I suspected Bob. I sensed that Mom went along, but her heart wasn't in
it. Mom wasn't the sick type, although she was the horny type that loved sex
with a well-hung stud.
Having undergone the kinky experience, I knew I could scratch that itch, but
curiosity grew. I wanted to know what the fuck was going on. Something just
wasn't right. For one thing, they were way too careless, as though being
caught wouldn't be that big a deal.
I laid there with fuck drying on my face, trying to sort it all out. I had
plenty of clues but had never taken the time to piece them all together.
When I did, a clear and shocking image emerged. Daddy was behind it all. He
hired Bob to seduce Mom. She got on board, told Dad she was on board, and
they were all moving little ole me into serving as a whore, scratching
Daddy's kinks. Fucking over my face and watching circle jerks and lesbian
sex between a mother and daughter were high on his list, but he also wanted
me to get knocked up.
I waited until he arrived home, gave them ten minutes to get caught up, then
went to their bedroom naked, caked with fuck. They were all three on the
bed. Dad was still in his work clothes, but Mom and Bob were naked. They
were stunned to see me.
I folded my arms and said, "I know what's going on. Daddy, you're sick. Mom,
you're a slut. Bob, you can go home, now. I'm putting you on your feet and
putting your feet out of my house. Get your things and go right now or I'm
calling the police."
My parents turned ghostly white. Bob waited a few seconds to see if they'd
try to handle me, then he got up and left the room. They weren't going to
talk until I did. My mention of the word police let all the air out of their
pervert balloons. I finally said, "I am going to take a hot shower, then I
am climbing into bed with you two child molesters. We'll work something out,
but there will be no babies, or whipping, or circle jerks in my future. If
you can live with that, I think we can have fun. If you can't, and you ever
try to pull a stunt like this again, I know how to work a phone."
I then turned and left the room. Bob was leaving the house. I had mixed
feelings about that, but he was a bad influence on Mom. Maybe some day when
she is more mature, she can handle it. As for my folks, they learned how to
play nice - messy, but nice. At least they knew who was in charge in the
bedroom.
The End
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