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"Confessions of a Slut" 
                                  
By Phil Phantom 
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Melody Mathews turned heads wherever she went. She was a lady with
class and the looks and body to match. She wore her clothes
stylishly sexy while not appearing slutty. No one would ever accuse
Melody Mathews of slutty behavior. 
    
Melody married a successful businessman with political ambitions.
She never worked a day in her life, but volunteered for every
social cause that came around. She was active in church and her
daughter's school activities, and never gave anyone cause to lift
an eyebrow.
    
Shannon Mathews was her mother's equal in poise and beauty, though
she had just turned fourteen and had not fully developed into her
mother's 37-23-35 figure. Still, she had a figure that, when
walking beside her mother, caused traffic snarls on slow traffic
days. The two were often seen together, as Melody had the time to
devote herself to proper parenting and the pampering indulgence of
an only child.
    
Gordon Mathews was surprised to see Melody enter his downtown
office, and a bit dismayed. She only came to the office to hit him
up for one cause or another. After the secretary closed the door
behind Melody, Gordon reached for his check book, saying, "Just
tell me how much, Melody."
    
Melody sat in the seat before his large desk with a somber look on
her face. Gordon closed the check book and said, "What is it
Melody?"
    
"I'm sorry to bother you at the office, but I finally got the
courage to talk, so here I am."
    
"That's fine, but what is it?"
    
"Gordon, I have something just awful to tell you."
    
Gordon stood and said, "Did something happen to Shannon?"
    
"No, Shannon's fine." Gordon eased back into his chair as she went
on. "It's something I've done."
    
"Melody, just spit it out. What did you do, overwrite your check
book again?"
    
"No, nothing like that." Melody took a deep breath, squared her
shoulders, then blurted out, "Gordon, I've been unfaithful."
    
"Is this a joke?"
    
"Gordon, please, it's no joke. I'd never joke about a thing like
that."
    
"Out with it, Melody. Come clean, and I mean squeaky clean."
    
Melody sighed, looked up at the ceiling, then said, "I've been
having sex with my gynecologist, Dr. Langdon."
    
"Is that what these monthly visits are all about?"
    
"Yes. We're not having an affair. I'd never do that, but we have
sex in his office. It's just sex, no kissing or loving, just sex
and then I go."
    
"Oh, well as long as you didn't kiss."
    
"Don't make light of this, please. It started off innocent on my
first visit eight months ago. He asked if the nurse could leave
because she had work to catch up on. I said yes, because he'd
always been so professional. As soon as she left us alone, he began
acting very unprofessional, feeling me up, not examining me. He
turned me on. I couldn't help it."
    
"No, of course not. He felt you up." 
    
"Please don't mock me. I'm trying to be serious."
    
"Go on."
    
"I think every woman imagines what a pelvic would be like with a
good looking nasty doctor that took liberties while she was so
vulnerable and open. I did, anyway. When the liberties started, I
just let them continue. He massaged my vagina with his penis on
that visit and had sex with me on the second a week later. I didn't
know how to stop him; I couldn't stop him. I just laid there and
let him do with my body whatever he chose to do."
    
Gordon started laughing, putting stress on Melody. He said, "I'm
sorry, sweetheart, but I can just picture you lying there taking
this fuck like a trooper. As long as I've been trying to get you to
sleep around discretely, did you actually think I'd be pissed?"
    
"No, I knew you'd be overjoyed."
    
"Damn right. He's perfect for you. He sure as hell won't tell
anyone, so there's no harm done to my political career. To show you
how not pissed I am, I'll even pay for these fuck sessions of
yours. You can now have weekly sessions, and just tell Langdon to
mail the bills to my office. He'll probably get a kick out of
billing me for servicing my wife. Deborah will get an even bigger
kick out of paying that bill."
    
"You're not going to tell your secretary are you?"
    
"I have a confession, too. She's more than a secretary; she's my
mistress."
    
"What?"
    
"Hey, two can play that game. Don't worry, it's not a romance. We
just love to fuck. What a coincidence, we also do the dirty deed in
an office, usually right on that couch. If you'd have arrived
thirty minutes earlier, you could have watched. We'd have enjoyed
that. We've both talked about bringing you in on our dirty secret.
Deborah has a thing for threesomes with another chick. She's quite
smitten with you, Melody. Have you ever considered girl/girl
action?"
    
Melody's face turned blood red, not from anger but from
embarrassment. She said, "Gordon, I'm so pleased you are taking
this so well, and I am grateful for the offer to pay for weekly
sessions. In truth, I doubt there will be any more sessions,
although you are right, Dr. Langdon would get a big charge out of
billing you directly. As for you and Deborah, I've suspected for
some time. I'm glad you have a mistress as young and lovely as
Deborah. She seems very nice and clean. I'd like to be her friend
and be open about this, but a threesome with her would be a bit too
much for me to handle right now. I could never reciprocate, and I'd
feel badly about receiving without returning in kind."
    
"Shit, Melody, she'd be honored to lick your pussy for you. All you
have to do is sit back, spread your legs, and enjoy. I'll take care
of Deborah's pussy, don't you worry about that."
    
"That sounds tempting, Gordon, but I still don't think I can handle
that. You know I have a thing about oral sex."
    
"What the hell is that doctor doing for his money? Don't tell me
he's not making use of that beautiful mouth of yours."
    
"He does, even after we've had sex. I've come a long way in eight
months. I'll show you if you want, but later."
    
"Well, that makes the money well spent if he can turn you into a
decent cock sucker."
    
"Gordon, there's more. I haven't told you the difficult part."
    
"Let it out girl. Is he packing your poop chute, too? Has he taken
you down the old dirt road? Has he been driving his big rig down
the Hershey Highway."
    
"Your crude metaphors aside, yes, but that's not it. Gordon, he got
me pregnant. He did it on purpose. I'm not developing a tummy
pouch. I'm four months along."
    
Gordon's expression changed as he studied the noticeable swell in
Melody's lower abdomen. He sat up to look over the desk top into
Melody's lap. She leaned back for him as he said, "What do you
mean, he did it on purpose?"
    
"He planned the session to fall on my ovulation cycle. Like I said,
he intended to get me pregnant."
    
"Weren't you aware of this?"
    
"Yes, he told me he wanted to get me pregnant. I went along because
I figured he could take care of it before anyone noticed. I thought
he just wanted the thrill of knocking me up. He did, but I just
found out he wants me to stay pregnant now that it's too late to go
to another doctor for an abortion. I'm sorry, Gordon, but I'm going
to have Dr. Langdon's baby, and there's not a damn thing I can do
about that."
    
Gordon was up and pacing while Melody sat stoically watching. He
paced silently for a few moments, then said, "How stupid can you
be, Melody? Do you realize what you've done? I'll be a laughing
stock. After I participated in that article on men with
vasectomies, everybody in town will know it's not mine."
    
"I know. I'm so sorry. I was so stupid."
    
"I may as well hang a sign on my chest that says: 'I'm married to
an adulterous whore.' A month from now, when your pregnant
condition is obvious to everyone, you may as well wear a sign that
says, "I am a whoring wife who doesn't even bother with protection
when she sleeps around."
    
"I know! I know! I feel just awful, cheap, and vulgar. I feel like
a whore, Gordon. I feel like the lowest of whores, a married whore
with another man's child growing in her womb. When I wear my tight
stretch knit dresses, I can feel people looking at my paunch and
thinking those things about me. Some of the people know I'm
pregnant. They snicker and whisper to others. It's bad now, and my
belly gets bigger every day."
    
Gordon came to stand between Melody and his desk. He leaned back on
the desk while studying her with a critical eye. After a long
silence, he calmly said, "I see you still wear those tight stretchy
dresses. Stand up, Melody." Melody stood. "Turn in profile." She
turned. "Yes, they make your condition quite obvious. Deborah
brought your belly to my attention just the other day. She said you
were pregnant, but I laughed it off. You're getting off on this
aren't you? I'll bet you can't wait to waddle down main street in
your ninth month. Have you already picked out the string bikini you
plan to wear?"
    
"Gordon, I..."
    
"I'll just bet your pussy is drooling. Step over here."
    
Melody bowed her head and came to stand before Gordon. Normally,
she would never submit to such an inspection, but she came quietly
as though eager. He reached under her dress and encountered a
sloppy wet, naked pussy. He drew his fingers through the wet and
slimy slit while saying, "You slut. You stopped off for a fuck
before coming to me with this news. And when did you start going
out without panties?"
    
"Two weeks ago. Dr. Langdon ordered me not to ever wear bra or
panties again."
    
"He ordered you?"
    
"Yes. He ordered me to come to you like this. I had to swing by his
office so he could fuck me."
    
"And you obey all orders?"
    
"I have so far."
    
"When did you start shaving your pussy?"
    
"He shaved it eight months ago. I have kept it shaved every day
since."
    
"Has it really been that long since I saw your pussy?"
    
"Or felt it. You saw my pussy on our anniversary, ten months and
two weeks ago Saturday."
    
"I did notice your new braless look, and now that I think of it, I
first noticed two weeks ago. Obviously, you have been following his
orders to the letter, too."
    
"I have to. He has friends that check."
    
"Oh, how nice for you." He pulled the hem to her waist and saw a
greasy thumb print on her mound with mare dark smudges on both
inner thighs. He said, "I see you just got checked. So Langdon
shares his slut with his friends, and from the looks of things, one
is his god damn mechanic?"
    
"Yes. He also shared me with the work crew painting his office
building. They were the same five guys who painted our house last
month."
    
"Great! They did a good job, now they're been tipped. How many of
his friends have you serviced?"
    
"Eight, no, nine, but that's not counting the five painters."
    
"I see you're already starting to lose track." Gordon was still
toying with her sex, and Melody was still offering him a passive
pose, pressing her heated loins to his hand with a sensuous rolling
of her pelvis. 
    
Gordon said, "And now you're pregnant with another man's child and
forced to carry the little bastard full term." Melody bit her lower
lip and ground her cunt on the hand more forcefully. "You must be
absolutely thrilled. Well, Melody, I have a surprise for you. I'm
thrilled for you." 
    
Melody stopped her pelvic grind and gave Gordon a curious look.
Gordon said, "That's right, I'm not going to divorce you. My
political ambitions are over, but I wasn't all that enthused about
public service anyway. Your soiled reputation will have no effect
on my business, so I'm thrilled for you. I can take the heat if you
can."
    
"Gordon, are you serious? You're not really that upset?"
    
"No, surprised at the depths to which you've already sunk without
my being aware, but not upset."
    
"I couldn't stop. He has this way with me. Each visit gets nastier
and nastier. I was gang raped by those painters while strapped to
his exam table on my last visit two weeks ago. He drags me deeper
each time. I leave his office every time swearing I'll never
return, but when the next month rolls around, I'm there. His ways
are masterful. He gives me an entire month to dwell and adjust, and
finally to accept what I've done. When the appointed time rolls
around, I'm ready to try more."
    
"So, you must be truly thrilled by my offer to pay for weekly
visits."
    
Melody hung her head and said, "In truth, I was, but I knew you'd
retract the offer after you learned the truth."
    
"But I intend to follow through. Does that thrill you?"
    
Melody's raised her eyes with keen, surprised interest, saying,
"I...uh...yes, it does. Oh Gordon, I'm so frightened and confused.
I'm already in way over my head. I should have stopped months ago,
four at least. I could not go on any further without you. I need
you there. I need to know you'll be there for me. I feel myself
sinking out of control. I know I'm headed for disaster, ruin, shame
and degradation, but I want to go on. I am discovering things about
my sexuality that I never dreamed existed, and I now crave them. I
want more. I feel like I have an addiction, a sexual addiction."
    
"I never thought I'd hear you utter those words. My hat is off to
the doctor. I obviously went about turning you into a slut all
wrong."
    
"Well, he's doing everything right so far, but I need a safety net
if I'm going to stay with the circus. I need to know you'll be
there for me, to catch me, or lift me up at the end. It will end,
too. Dr. Langdon is out to turn me into a full-blown slut, to ruin
me. He told me so, and he's doing it just for kicks. When he
accomplishes his goal, he'll drop me. Will you be there to catch
me, clean me, and set me back on my feet?"
    
"Yes, I'll be there, but I won't clean you up. You'll remain a
slut, but you'll be my slut after Langdon is through with you. In
the mean time, you're his slut, and I expect you to do anything he
asks of you to the best of your ability."
    
Melody launched herself into Gordon's arms, hugging his neck
tightly, saying, "Oh god yes, I swear I will. I'll do anything he
asks of me, anything at all. I'll deny him nothing, and I'll be
your loving slut for the rest of my life. I'll lick your cum from
your lover's pussies. I'll fuck your friends, your clients, your
associates. I'll work in nude bars and sell my pussy for you. I'll
do live sex acts on stage and pose for men's magazines, the vulgar
ones like Beaver Hunt, and Pussy Pleasures."
    
"Don't forget the dogs, my favorite perversion."
    
"Oh, yes, I'll do that too. I'll do that just for you, Gordon.
Langdon has never mentioned bringing dogs in, but I could easily
drop the hint by telling him that I'll do anything but have sex
with a dog. He'll have a dog at my next session."
    
"I have a better idea. Why don't you come right out and offer to
perform with a dog for he and his friends."
    
"Oh god, Gordon! If I did that, Langdon would advance his schedule
by months, and with weekly sessions, I'd be a full-blown slut in no
time. That's what you want, though, isn't it? Oh, Gordon, you're so
clever. You really do want me as a slut, don't you."
    
"Do you really have to ask? The question is, will you go through
with fucking a dog...in public?"
    
"Yes, I will. I'll be a bitch for you, a human bitch...and I would
love to be bred in public."
    
"You can make him the offer in front of Shannon. She'll be with you
at your next session. [Melody's face fell along with her mouth.]
Yes, and you'll be taking Shannon with you every week. I'm paying
for her, too."
    
"Gordon, you can't be serious?"
    
"Can't I? Do you honestly think you could keep her out of this?
Doesn't he know about Shannon?"
    
"Yes, he knows."

    
"Don't you think Langdon wants to drag her in? He's no fool,
Melody. A mother/daughter team like you and Shannon will be the
ultimate crowd pleaser. Melody, look at me. Tell me you didn't
realize this."
    
"Oh, all right. Yes, I knew. He already told me of his plans for
Shannon."
    
"But you still want to go forward, right?"
    
"I told you, I can't stop myself. I need you to stop me. One of us
has to act responsibly for Shannon's sake."
    
"But I have no intention of stopping you or even slowing you down.
I intend to speed things along, and it's because of Shannon."
    
"But why, Gordon? Why would you want to do this to Shannon? She's
so young and innocent."
    
"Two sluts are better than one; besides, that little honey gives me
the worst case of blue balls. I can't wait to vent years of pent-up
lust in her tight little pussy."
    
"Gordon, she's your daughter."
    
"She's also the finest piece of tail in the state. Do you still
want to go on?"
    
"Yes, damnit. I told you, I can't stop myself. If you won't stop
me, Shannon is destined to share my fate. I want you to know that
dragging her down with me may be my undoing. I don't know if I can
handle that. I was hoping to postpone her involvement until the
last possible moment, but you obviously have other ideas. Her first
trip to see Dr. Langdon will probably put her in therapy for years,
especially if you insist I make the offer to fuck a dog in front of
Shannon."
    
"I insist. Don't worry about Shannon's mental health. We're going
to begin warming her up this evening over dinner with you, me, and
Deborah. You are going to introduce Deborah as my mistress, then
you're going to tell Shannon about your pregnant condition and make
a full confession of every act of infidelity, in graphic detail,
using every filthy term you can imagine. I want this evening to
last a long time so that it really sinks in. I want Shannon brought
close to your level in one night, and I want her at your level by
your next session."
    
"She'll never be able to manage that. She won't make it through the
evening. She'll die, Gordon, especially if I tell her in the manner
you just described. She's never heard me use a single curse word,
much less describe the sex act using gutter language."
    
"She won't die, because you are going to turn her on with the way
you tell it. When you discuss your baby, you'll stand over her in
plain sight of me and Deborah and lift your dress high. You'll
place her hand on your belly, then run her fingers low over your
pussy on the pretext of feeling the baby. Each pass will take her
hand lower and lower. By the time you start describing your sex
life, you will be holding her hand tightly between your legs.
Before long, you will be masturbating with Shannon's hand."
    
"Jesus Christ, Gordon. You can't be serious."
    
"I'm dead serious."
    
"Well, I certainly hope you know what you're doing, because I will
do exactly as you say. If you want to see a masturbation spectacle
involving me and Shannon, and Shannon cooperates, I will give you
the show you want. I will make the scene as vulgar as I possibly
can if the shock factor is what you're after."
    
"That's exactly what I'm after. I'm impressed, Melody. You seem
totally committed all of a sudden."
    
Melody smiled a devilish smile and said, "I should be totally
committed--to an insane asylum. You're right, though, I am. I made
that decision just before I came up here. I was either going to
stop cold, or go all the way without holding back. In truth, I was
committed to quitting the sessions after the third session when Dr.
Langdon shared me with two of his friends while I was helplessly
bound to his exam table. His telling me what he had planned for
Shannon brought me back to the fourth session. I have thought of
little else since then, and I have been laying the groundwork since
that fourth meeting when I stripped naked before Langdon and six of
his friends."
    
"That's my girl. Tell me, how have you been laying the ground
work?"
    
"By exposing myself to her, by talking about sex, acting horny in
public and at home, and by letting her catch me masturbating. She
has caught me masturbating three times now. She's also seen me
flirting with men, and she once saw me allow a man to fondle me
under my dress. This was one of Langdon's friends that was checking
to see that I wore nothing under my dress."
    
"And Shannon saw this? Do tell. Details, I want details."
    
"He did this in an elevator with Shannon and a very startled
elderly couple looking on. I only offered slight resistance while
he crudely felt me up for a twenty floor ride in a slow elevator.
I stood there and let this virtual stranger finger fuck me with
Shannon looking on. I let him push my dress clear up to my tits. I
fell back against the wall with my feet shoulder width apart and
just stood there. She and the couple watched his fingers fucking my
shaved cunt."
    
"That's terrific. Shannon won't be shocked to hear your confession
then."
    
"She will be shocked, but certainly not traumatized. Who knows, she
may enjoy my confession as much as she enjoyed watching me get
finger banged in an elevator. Actually, I think you came up with an
excellent way to break the ice with Shannon. I was stymied. I think
your plan will work without traumatizing her. She never shies away
from physical contact with me, and there are times when I think
she's a bit overly affectionate. She is very interested in my
intimate anatomy, that much I know for a certainty. I know she
won't try to pull her hand away. Holding onto her hand will give me
a sense of how she is physically responding to my confession."
    
"I'm sure she'll be fine, just don't look like you are being forced
into this confession."
    
"Oh, no, she'd hate you if she thought that. I'll be convincing.
I'm the whore, and I intend to make that fact perfectly clear to
her, if I haven't already. In fact, I was thinking that removing my
dress completely would be better than hiking my skirt. She adores
my breasts, and being totally naked before your mistress will be
much more degrading and effective for turning her on. My tits will
be in her face the whole time. As long as there's a naked tit to
look at, Shannon won't want to leave the room under any
circumstances."
    
"You make her sound like a lezzie."
    
"She may be inclined that way, but I doubt she's a confirmed
lesbian. If you'd seen the way she acted around those painters,
you'd have no doubt about her sexual orientation. If I hadn't been
there, you'd have two pregnant females under your roof. I finally
gave up on keeping her decently dressed. She has a strong
exhibitionistic streak in her."
    
"Interesting, so she's growing horns is she?"
    
"She's at that age when sex is all she thinks about. We don't talk
about sex, but I remember that age and I know the look. I would say
she's strongly bisexual and extremely oral. If I presented her with
an inviting spread beaver, I think she'd dive on it without
prompting. Would you like me to give that a try tonight? I think we
should try to take her as far as she's willing to go. She has a lot
of catching up to do, because I want to schedule my next session as
soon as possible."
    
"Yes, I agree, but you just gave me an idea that Deborah would
love. Suppose when you introduce Deborah as my mistress you launch
into a speech about how she is the pre-eminent female, and that she
must be treated as royalty, served hand and foot, pampered, blah,
blah, blah. Then setting the example, you kneel before Deborah,
raise her skirt, and plant a deep kiss to the center of her cunt.
Deborah will give you a spread that will make that kiss most
effective. After you kiss her twat, invite Shannon to do likewise.
Don't order, invite. If she goes for it, then by all means get her
to eat you later in the evening. If she balks, we'll save that for
another day, possibly after her first session with Langdon." 
    
"I love it, and I love the way your mind works. We compliment each
other more than we ever suspected. Now, I'd like to do something
for you and Deborah, a warm-up for us. Why don't you bring her in
here and humiliate me before her. Put me in my place. Strip me,
make me grovel at her feet, and by all means, make me serve her
with my mouth. I'm ready now. I'll make you proud, Gordon, but
don't have her do anything for me. It would not be proper for a
mistress to serve a wife. I am to be put in my place, remember?"
    
"You shall be, Melody. You are going to love this girl's snatch,
and Deborah will shit kittens when she sees what I have in store
for you. Wait here. I want to have a talk with her first to set the
scene."
    
"Just so I know, what are you going to tell her?"
    
"Basically, I'm going to lay it out as it really is with the
exception that I am forcing you to return to the sessions and on a
weekly basis. Just look forced, cowed, humbled, ashamed, and
humiliated. That will get Deborah's juices flowing. Don't be eager,
be subservient, very subservient. This might take a while, so get
comfortable and be thinking about how to appear properly humbled
and subservient when we enter."
    
Gordon left, and Melody thought. Thirty minutes later, Gordon and
Deborah entered his office to find Melody, naked, sitting back on
her heels, head down with her arms behind her back. Deborah giggled
excitedly and exclaimed, "Oh, Gordon, I love this."
    
Gordon surveyed Melody and decided she never looked more desirable.
He wanted to excuse Deborah and make passionate love to his wife.
He fought that impulse and strode over to her, taking her by the
hair and lifting her tear-stained face up to Deborah, saying, "Take
a good look at the queen bee. Piss her off, and I'll have you
working for tips in a nude bar down in colored town." 
    
Gordon addressed Deborah, saying, "Introduce Melody to the queen
bee's pussy, and let her pay homage to it."
    
Deborah giggled and said, "Oh, Gordon, I couldn't do that--could
I?"
    
"I insist. This will put her in her place. Let her worship the hole
I fuck."
    
Deborah could barely contain her excitement as she moved before
Melody, jutting her loins in Melody's face. The excited secretary
lifted her dress and stood with her feet widely-planted. Gordon
used his grip on Melody's hair to move her face between Deborah's
legs. Deborah hunched her back and widened her knees, looking
between her legs as Melody's beautiful face merged with her shaved
pussy.
    
Melody never saw or imagined a more attractive vagina or one that
smelled so exciting. Deborah had no offensive odor in her crotch,
only the aroma of a sweet perfume blended with feminine musk,
freshly fucked, a heady combination that soon drew Melody's tongue
out and into the wet slit of Deborah's sex. 
    
Deborah swooned and giggled, then began grinding her cunt on
Melody's dutifully subservient working tongue. Melody groveled in
the cunt of her husband's mistress, using her tongue liberally,
sending her stiff tongue deep inside, then flattened and broad on
an external exploration. 
    
Deborah cried, "Gordon, this is super, absolutely super. Now, I
believe every word you said. I can get used to this real fast. Tell
me again what you're going to make her do tonight with Shannon.
This time, assume Shannon wants a lick, and tell me how Melody will
coach her into eating me out till I cum. I want to cum in Shannon's
mouth tonight, Gordon. God, I want that so badly, especially if
Melody will be there to see it. Mother/daughter action drives me
wild."
    
Gordon described his fantasy scene, and in doing so told Melody
what they expected for the night to be a success. Melody wanted
nothing more than for the evening to be a complete success, above
and beyond their wildest expectations. Her mind began formulating
ideas of her own as she expertly served Deborah's pussy most
subserviently through two orgasms. She also gave Gordon his first
blow job from her wedded mouth. He patted her head and told her she
was a good cock sucker. Deborah patted Melody's head and told her
she was a good cunt lapper, too. Melody hung her head in mock
shame.
    
* * *
                                  
Melody had three hours to be alone with Shannon before Gordon and
Deborah were due to arrive. She decided she needed to make good use
of those three hours if the performance was to be a great success.
In order to assure success, she needed to eliminate as many
surprises as possible. She knew Shannon better than any person can
know another person, but the one area she new least about was
Shannon's attitudes about sex, or Shannon's sexual likes and
dislikes.
    
What she did know was that Shannon was a peeper and very oral. A
peeper, because she was always on hand whenever Melody dressed or
undressed. And oral because Shannon nursed until she was six, long
after the milk ran dry, which also explained her breast
fascination. 
    
Melody had always guarded her modesty, even around Shannon, because
the hard stares at her chest or crotch made her uncomfortable. Only
in the recent past months had she gradually lowered her guard while
trying not to be too obvious. Seeing the possible future that lay
before her, she decided that any show of modesty had to change, and
quickly. When Shannon walked in the door after school, Melody
arranged to be padding through the dining room in her birthday
suit, almost colliding with Shannon. Even though they didn't touch,
Shannon dropped her armful of books and papers. Melody stopped to
help Shannon gather her things, all the while surreptitiously
keeping an eye on where Shannon looked the most. To cover her
visual eaves dropping, Melody talked, saying, "I didn't mean to
startle you, Shannon. I guess I lost track of time. Is it really
four-thirty already?"
    
Melody noted the blush right away, then noted that her crotch drew
more attention than her breasts. She went from a stoop to a squat
as she turned to face Shannon head (or rather, cunt) on, keeping
her knees out obscenely wide. Shannon had only to raise her eyes
slightly to look directly into her mother's yawning beaver, just
inches from her face. 
    
The pose was so brazen and vulgar, Shannon could barely function.
Melody saw Shannon reaching blindly for her things as her eyes were
not looking where her fingers were groping. Melody gathered most of
the items herself while keeping her beaver squarely in Shannon's
face. She gathered the items with meticulous deliberation, then
stood. 
    
Shannon looked up the columns of her mother's naked legs, then
gradually rose to stand before her. Melody handed the items to
Shannon and said, "Sorry about being naked, but I often go about in
the nude when no one is home. I hope this doesn't offend you."
    
Shannon still had a full flush to her features, and her voice
showed a tremor caused by jangled nerves as she said, "Offend me?
Why should your body offend me? You're my Mom. We're family. And
besides, we're both girls. What's there to get offended about?"
    
"I guess I'm being silly and old fashioned, but you're absolutely
right. We should feel free to go naked in this house. We're family,
and it is just us girls, right?"
    
"Right. It's no big deal. Go naked all you want. I might even try
it some day."
    
"I am so relieved. Boy, when I realized I had squatted right in
your face with my knees out, I thought, 'Oh my god! What must
Shannon be thinking of me?"
    
"Mom, I wasn't thinking anything. I hardly noticed."
    
"You must have been thinking something. I saw you staring right
between my legs. [Shannon took on a deep blush] You can be honest
with me, Shannon. You were disgusted, weren't you? You must think
only a slut would shave her vagina and assume such a shameless pose
so casually."
    
"No, not at all. Never. I think your vagina is bea...nice
looking...I mean, it is...uh, a natural part of you, and, and it's
not offensive at all. I'm sure lots of ladies shave down there."
    
"Well, sweetheart, I'm flattered that you feel that way. You know,
I'll share a secret with you. I like looking at other women's
vaginas. I think the vagina is a beautiful organ, and I sometimes
envy men. That's shocking, isn't it?"
    
"Not really. It just means your human like the rest of us. I like
looking at naked girls. I look at other girls' vaginas in the gym
showers. Everybody does it, but they try not to get caught. I think
it's natural. I liked looking at your vagina up close that way. You
never see them like that. Most of the ones I've seen are just the
front view, and you can't see much from the front with all that
hair in the way."
    
"I know what you mean. The only way to look at a pussy is with the
legs wide open and shaved bald. Oops! I see by your expression, I
slipped. Well, damnit, I hate clinical words for body parts. I
prefer the word pussy. In fact, I love the word pussy."
    
Shannon giggled and said, "I do too. It was just so strange hearing
you say that word."
    
"Well, get used to it, because from now on, between me and you, a
pussy is a pussy, a cock is a cock, and when they get together,
they fuck."
    
Shannon's right hand patted her upper chest. Her eyes went wide.
"Wow, Mom, you took my breath away--the 'f' word too?"
    
"Fuck, Shannon. Go ahead; Say fuck; I'd like to hear you say fuck."
    
"All right...fuck." Shannon smiled self-consciously, then said,
"Cocks fuck pussies."
    
"There you go. Now your talking my language. This is great, you and
me, finally opening up, sharing, being open and honest with each
other. I like this, I really do. I like being naked in front of
you. I like having you look at my body, especially when I see you
looking at my shaved pussy." 
    
Melody plopped into a nearby chair with her legs hanging over the
arm rests. She said, "There, see, no shyness whatsoever."
    
Shannon giggled, then settled to her knees directly before her
mother. She sat on the backs of her heels, saying, "I can't get
over this change in you."
    
"Well, get over it, because I feel like changing."
    
"I didn't mean that to sound negative. I like this change. I like
looking at your shaved pussy, Mom. I love your naked body--all of
it. You're very sexy, and your pussy is beautiful. There, I said
it."
    
"You make me blush, Shannon, but I completely understand. I think
I am developing a crush on your father's mistress. She shaves her
pussy, too. I would love to kiss that gorgeous doll right between
her legs. How's that for honesty and openness?"
    
Shannon had her mouth open. When she recovered, she said, "Dad has
a mistress?"
    
"Sure, I thought you knew. You've met her, Deborah, his secretary."
    
"Deborah is Dad's mistress? Are you sure?"
    
"Oh, absolutely. Don't you think she's beautiful, Shannon?"
    
"Well, yes, she is, but why aren't you angry at her--at them?"
    
"Honey, I'm no angel. At least your father picks one decent girl
and sticks with her, and I adore the way she tastes on your
father's cock."
    
"Mom, you're blowing my mind. What's happening?"
    
"Oh, Shannon, how foolish of me to assume you were ready for this.
I always forget you're only a child of fourteen. I think of you as
so much older, worldly, experienced in sexual matters. I forget
you're still a child, and a virgin to boot."
    
Melody struggled as though to get up. She set one leg down, but
Shannon reached out in an almost panicked reaction to stop the
other. She prevented Melody from freeing her left leg from the arm
rest while saying, "I am not a child, Mother. I know about these
things. I'm not shocked. I think it's really cool that you have a
crush on Dad's mistress. I think it's super cool that you want to
kiss her pussy. You guys ought to do a threesome. See, I surprised
you, didn't I? You didn't think I knew about threesomes."
    
Melody slowly settled and allowed Shannon to replace her freed leg,
noticing that Shannon left her right hand on the inside of her left
thigh, just above the knee. Shannon also used the opportunity to
scoot up close, so that when she sat back on her heels, she
wouldn't need to relinquish her hold on the leg. 
    
Melody said, while trying to suppress an amused grin, "I guess I
had you figured right after all. You're fourteen going on twenty.
Here, let me get this nasty beaver closer for you."
    
Shannon held her place as her mother relaxed in a slump bringing
her wide-spread beaver to the edge of the seat's cushion, just
inches from her daughter's hungry eyes. Shannon stared right into
the core of her mother's yawning sex and let her hand drift down to
the intimate area of her mother's inner thigh while saying, "That's
right. You'd be surprised at all I know." 
    
Melody said, "You know, Shannon, your father has been bugging me to
lay it all out for you so he won't look bad if you find out about
his mistress. Besides, he'd like to get everything out in the open
so that he can start bringing her here to fuck. I'd like that very
much, and I think you're ready."
    
"Oh, I am. That would be so cool."
    
"Well, I'm going to ask that he invite her to dinner tonight. I
will make a full confession to you, bringing you current on all my
dirty deeds. I will also introduce you to Deborah as Dad's
mistress, but you had best be mature about this, or at least, try
to act mature."
    
"I'm ready, Mom, I really am ready. I'll be so mature about this.
I'll go out of my way to make her feel welcome and comfortable."
    
"You'd better, but I bet I can make you blush."
    
"I'll bet you can't. No way can you make me blush, not even if you
confess what you let that man do to you in the elevator last
Saturday."
    
"That was nothing. That was a peck on the cheek by a grand parent
compared to what I've done. I'll bet I can make you leave the room
in tears."
    
"If that was nothing, you couldn't make me leave with a gun in your
hand. That was the biggest sexual thrill of my life. If that was
nothing, I'll be all ears and smiles, just waiting to hear more."
    
"I might just lick Deborah's pussy just to gross you out."
    
"You think that would gross me out? Lick her pussy in front of me,
I dare you. I double dare you!"
    
"All right, but if I do lick her pussy, you have to lick her pussy
until she has an orgasm."
    
"You're on, but if you chicken out, then you have to lick my pussy
till I have an orgasm. Let's shake on that."
    
"Will you let me lick your pussy in front of your father and
Deborah?"
    
"Well...no, I was thinking later, after they leave."
    
"Who said they're leaving. If she stays the night, I'll be sleeping
with you. I could do it then, but what's the matter, are you
chicken to show your pussy?"
    
"No, I'm not chicken. I'll even shave it so they can see everything
better. I'll even do the splits while standing on my head if you
want. I'm not chicken."
    
"Shit, I'll bet you'd freeze up tighter than a clam if I tried to
run my hand up your leg tonight."
    
"I would not. I'd spread my legs, that's what. I ran my hand up
your leg. I'll even touch your pussy. See?"
    
Melody felt an electric charge of excitement at Shannon's hesitant
light touch to her pubic mound. With her passive silence, Shannon
dared to let her fingers trail down one lip and up the other.
Melody's continued silence brought increases in the pressure until
Shannon was moving the wet fleshy parts about in her hesitant
explorations, waiting to be stopped. 
    
Melody tried to act unaffected and unconcerned as the fingers dared
to get wet in the slit, saying, "You talk big, but I'll bet if I
tried to expose your tits, you'd go screaming from the room,
hugging your chest."
    
Awed by her success, Shannon boldly toyed with the slit, saying,
"Bull. You could strip me naked tonight, and I wouldn't bat an eye.
I have great tits, and I'd love to show them off. They're almost as
big as yours."
    
Melody watched her daughter's fingers delve lower and feel around
the opening of her vulva, saying, "Yeah, we'll see how brave you
are tonight. I can make you break and run. I might just get naked,
stand on your chair, and bring my wide open pussy right up to your
face. You'd be out of there in a flash."
    
"If you do that, I'll lick your slit. I'll stick my tongue up your
hole and wiggle it around in there." Shannon accented these words
by slipping a finger inside, then sending it deep.
    
Melody showed her approval with a pelvic wiggle which invited a
second finger as she said, "We'll see, Shannon. We'll see. I'll
tell you what; if you handle yourself well tonight, I'll take you
with me to my next appointment with Dr. Langdon. You can watch me
getting fucked by three or more men. Would you like to see my pussy
in action?"
    
With two fingers buried in her mother's twat, Shannon brought the
other hand into play on the clit, now openly masturbating her
aroused mother while saying, "You let men fuck you? Wow! Yeah,
sure, I guess. Wow, Mom, you're full of surprises. I never would
have dreamed you were messing around on Dad. Are you sure the men
won't mind my being there?"
    
"No, they won't mind one bit, but you'd better not act like a child
around those guys. You'll embarrass me if you do."
    
"I won't embarrass you, that's a promise. I'd like to guide a man's
cock into your pussy and hold his balls while he's fucking you.
I'll bet that surprises you? Would that embarrass you if I did
that?"
    
"Honey, if you did that, I would be very impressed, and so would
the men."
    
"I can do better than that. I'll bet they'd go nuts if they saw me
licking his cock while he was fucking you, licking his cock and
your pussy at the same time. I know that must shock you, huh?"
    
"Honey, shock isn't the word; you're making me horny. You have a
dirty mind, and I love it."
    
"That's nothing. I have a filthy dirty mind. When I masturbate, I
think about licking you and Daddy while you fuck. I would love to
lick Daddy's cock while it's pumping you full of sperm. When he
pulls out, I imagine that I lick all of his sperm out of your pussy
and off his big cock. That has to shock you, but I'd actually do
that and more if you let me."
    
"I told you, you're not shocking me, but you are giving me a raging
case of the hornies. You do have a filthy dirty mind, and I adore
it."
    
Shannon beamed a big smile and said, "I'm dying to lick your pussy,
Mom. I want to suck your cunt."
    
Melody ruffled Shannon's hair and smilingly said, "Well, precious,
lets go into my bedroom and get comfortable. I can kill an hour
before I have to start dinner. I'll show you my collection of pussy
toys, but you need to alter your fantasy to star Deborah and Dad.
Your father and I don't fuck each other very often anymore."
    
Melody led Shannon to her bedroom. Deborah discovered a multitude
of new and exciting ways to pleasure a pussy. She also learned how
to lick her mother's pussy for the viewing pleasure of an audience.
An hour later, Shannon was ready to put on a great performance.
They rehearsed their roles between passionate sessions of lesbian
love play.
    
* * *
                                  
Melody dressed Shannon in an old dress that no longer fit. She also
had Shannon wear old bra and panties, because Melody planned to rip
them all off at the right moment. Melody wore her tightest stretch
knit dress with nothing underneath. When Gordon and Deborah
arrived, the table was set with the food in serving dishes. Melody
and Deborah were seated and waiting. With punctuality being
Gordon's hallmark, they didn't wait long. They arrived at eight on
the dot.
    
Melody rose to greet them, then held Deborah's chair for her. They
exchanged pleasantries and enjoyed a good meal. Small talk was kept
to a minimum. When the meal ended, Melody cleared the table while
Shannon and Deborah talked about Shannon's school life.
    
With the table cleared and drinks refreshed, Melody addressed
Shannon, saying, "Shannon, I want to introduce you to your father's
mistress. Deborah, is to be treated as an honored guest in our
house. As your father's mistress, her needs and desires come first
and foremost. She's to be catered to and waited on hand and foot.
We will wash her and tend to her after sex. We must always keep her
neat and clean, especially that part of her that your father uses
the most. You know what part I am referring to, don't you?"
    
Shannon shyly said, "Her vagina?"
    
"Her pussy, Shannon. Doctor's wives have vaginas. A mistress has a
pussy or a cunt. Now, do you understand that we are to tend to the
care and maintenance of Deborah's pussy?"
    
"Yes, I understand."
    
"Good, but just so you know how we will do that, let me
demonstrate. Deborah, could you pull your chair around so that
Shannon can see clearly."
    
"Certainly, Melody. I want it done right, so make certain Shannon
has a good view."
    
Melody placed the chair facing Shannon, three feet away, then
raised Deborah's dress above her waist as Deborah sat back. Deborah
spread her legs as wide as possible, placing the soles of her feet
on the front corners of her seat, pressing her knees flat to each
side. Melody got on her knees before that vulgar spread, as Shannon
sat forward, peering into the shaved beaver presented to her
mother.
    
Melody presented the vulgar spread to Shannon and said, "This is
the pussy we serve, and this is how we will serve it. Shannon then
watched as her mother licked all over the surface between the legs
of the smiling secretary, even going low over her asshole. 
    
Melody licked inside the hole and pressed her face in tight, then
went up the slit to fasten her lips over the clit for a quick suck.
She pulled off the clit with a sucking pop, then turned to face
Shannon, saying, "Would you like to try?"
    
Shannon shyly said, "I guess so." She got up from her seat as
Melody moved to make room, then beckoned Shannon closer. Gordon
stood behind Deborah, looking down on the provocative scene, amazed
at how easily Shannon took the news and took to pussy. 
    
Once settled in place, Shannon immediately licked up through
Deborah's slit as Melody pulled the lips apart. Deborah was rapidly
brought to a state of near delirium watching a mother and daughter
fawningly servicing her pussy. Her head lolled on the chair back
and she gazed in Gordon's eyes, saying, "Fuck, Gordon, this is
fantastic. Your wife certainly knows how to serve a mistress, and
your daughter is an excellent pussy licker. Look at her licking out
my fuck hole while her mother holds my cunt lips open for her. God,
I love this. They make a wonderful team. They should always do this
together, especially right after we fuck."
    
"They will, sweetheart. You heard Melody. Your every wish is their
desire."
    
"Oh, thank you, Gordon. Thank you for giving me this. I'm in
heaven."
    
Melody resumed her directions saying, "Get your face in tight and
get that tongue way up inside her fuck hole. That's it. Get her
fuck hole nice and clean for your father's cock. That's excellent,
Shannon. You're doing it right. Now, lick her slit real good. Start
down at her asshole and slowly lick your way up. Great, you're
doing great. When you get to her clit, suck it in your mouth and
nibble while batting it with your tongue. Suck hard, baby, make
Deborah cum and get her fuck hole nice and juicy for your father."
    
Deborah cried out, "Oh FUCK! Oh yes. I'm cumming. Oh god, I'm
cumming. Suck my cunt, Shannon. Suck it hard. Yes! Yes! Yes!"
    
Deborah collapsed in a slump, but Melody and Shannon continued to
service her pussy with tender kisses and licks over the outside
areas. Their tongues fought over the slimy wetness seeping from
Deborah's hole. Their heads were together. Cheek to cheek, mother
and daughter servicing Gordon's mistress.
    
Deborah basked in the obscene attention while slowly recovering
from her powerful orgasm. As her senses returned, she gazed on the
scene taking place in her yawning spread. She said, "That's it,
girls, lap up my pussy cream. Each of you press you faces in my
cunt. Get your pretty faces good and slimy with my fuck juice."
    
Shannon went first, prompting Deborah to say, "Yeah, get that face
in there, girl. Smear it all around. Now you, Melody. That's it,
all over. Now, lick each other's faces clean."
    
The girls went at each other's faces like hungry pups. They also
licked inside each other's mouths. They lapped each other's tongues
and lips, making Deborah giggle. They soon returned to licking more
pussy. When Deborah had enough, she pushed the heads from her
crotch and stood. Melody returned the chair to the head of the
table and held it for Deborah. Shannon returned to her seat, and
Melody took hers after dishing out everyone's desert portions
starting with Deborah.
    
The desert, like the meal, was in sharp contrast to what followed
the meal. They carried on light dinner conversation with Gordon
setting the tone, asking about Shannon's upcoming cheerleader try-
out and Melody's park's committee meeting. He and Deborah talked
about the software distribution business. The only off color remark
came from Deborah recounting an attempt by a vendor to look up her
skirt, and her description of how she accommodated him.
    
When they finished the desert and everyone could devote their full
and undivided attention to the mother/daughter performance they'd
rehearsed, Melody stood and tapped her wine glass with a knife,
saying, "I have an announcement to make. This is primarily for
Shannon's benefit since you both know the news. I will, therefor,
address myself to her."
    
Melody stepped away from her chair and came to stand beside
Shannon's chair facing Deborah and Gordon, between the couple and
Shannon. They had pulled their chairs together and sat on the side
facing Shannon and Melody, assuming the role and attitude of
spectators. Gordon had his arm around Deborah's shoulder with his
hand massaging her right breast. Deborah's hand was likewise
fondling Gordon's crotch, further exciting a big erection that
Shannon cast sidelong glances to.
    
Melody took Shannon's face by the chin and directed her head to
face toward her, saying, "That may be exciting to watch, but I want
your attention on me. Shannon, I'm sure you've noticed my paunch.
You were sweet not to say anything, though I'm sure you thought I
was letting myself go. The truth is, I'm pregnant--four months
pregnant."
    
Shannon's eyes went wide. She stared at the mound in her mother's
lower abdomen, then looked up to Melody's smiling face, then to her
father, then back as Melody said, "It's true, Shannon, and no, your
father did not recover from his vasectomy. I am pregnant with
another man's child. I can see you find this hard to believe.
Perhaps this will make a stronger impression."
    
With that said, Melody grasped her dress hem and in one deft pull
hauled the dress over her head, tossing the garment aside to reveal
her totally nude body in high heels. Once again Shannon's eyes made
the rounds as Melody took her by the right hand and led that hand
on a tour of her distended belly, saying, "There is a baby growing
inside me, Shannon."
    
Shannon's hand, pressed flat to her mother's tummy, made a complete
circuit before being led between her mother's legs to begin a more
thorough tour of her mother's crotch. Shannon acted as though this
were the first feel and her first good look at the place where she
came into the world. Her fingers quickly became pliable, and her
eyes never wandered from the provocative spread as Melody placed
her left foot on the seat beside Shannon's right ass cheek and
turned both knees out to fully open herself not only to Shannon's
eyes, which were within inches of the mound thrust toward her face,
but to Gordon and Deborah's eyes which had a head-on view.
    
In this obscene pose, Melody said, while pressing two of Shannon's
middle fingers up her hole, "I am going to deliver a bastard which
your father has graciously agreed to raise as his own, though this
will cause him no end of shame. Everyone will know that he is
married to a whore. People are already talking. By next month there
won't be a soul in this community that won't know your mother is a
slut that is carrying her lover's child in her womb. You will be
teased as well, so you'd better make the adjustment to my new
status. I can never get unfucked, nor can I get unpregnant without
delivering the bastard."
    
Melody found that she needed very little pressure to guide
Shannon's fingers. When Shannon began exploring on her own, Melody
eased her hand away. Deborah snidely said, "Isn't that a picture,
Gordon--a mother and daughter's intimate moment of sharing, a
daughter's moment of discovery as she explores her mother's whore
pussy for the first time."
    
Even Deborah's crude comment did not dissuade or inhibit Shannon.
If anything, Shannon more boldly and aggressively followed her
aroused impulses in a manner that looked more like masturbation
than exploration. This, in fact, brought forth another comment from
the excited Deborah as she said, "Oh, look honey, she's showing her
approval by trying to get her mother off. She's a real momma's
girl, that one is."
    
This brought Shannon's left hand up between Melody's legs. The left
entered Melody's pussy and took up a slow three-fingered fucking
motion while the right rubbed, tugged, and toyed with her mother's
clit. Melody said, "My fate is sealed, Shannon. My future course is
set in concrete. Your father has every right to toss me out without
a penny to my name, but he graciously allows me to bear his name
and remain his wife, though he knows I will bring continual shame
on him by my sluttish ways. Your father is a prince among men,
Shannon, and he deserves our loving devotion." 
    
Shannon cast her eyes toward her father and saw that Deborah had
his eight-inch erection in her stroking fist. Shannon bit her lower
lip while staring at the pre-cum drooling head. Without lifting her
eyes from the provocative sight, Shannon impishly said, "Thank you,
Daddy. I always knew you were a prince, a handsome prince."
    
Deborah teased, "Oh my, maybe we have a Daddy's girl. Oh, yeah, I
can tell your hard cock likes that idea, Prince Charming."
    
Melody said, "That brings up another point, Shannon. Every man
deserves a pussy he can count on being his and his alone. A man
takes a wife for that reason. In view of my adulterous behavior, I
thought it only fair that he took a mistress. I also thought it
only proper that I subordinate myself to her, you too for that
matter. Her pussy remains faithful to your father's cock, and it is
up to us to see that Deborah's faithful pussy never wants for
anything, least of all worshipful attention. That is why we will
worship her pussy from now on."
    
Shannon passionately declared, "I will, Mom. I will worship
Deborah's beautiful and faithful pussy from now on."
    
"With your mouth, Shannon."
    
"Yes, of course with my mouth, my lips, my tongue, my whole body.
She'll have to push me away when she's had enough."
    
Deborah laughed and said, "Me! Push that pretty face of yours out
of my snatch? Never, Shannon. Not even when your prince of a Daddy
fucks my cunt for me."
    
Shannon looked to Deborah and said, "I don't care, Deborah. I'll
lick your cunt while Daddy fucks it. I'll lick your beautiful pussy
after he fucks it too."
    
"Of course you will. How else would you clean my pussy, with a fuck
rag?"
    
To demonstrate where Shannon stood in the female pecking order,
Melody placed her hand on the back of Shannon's head and drew
gently toward her crotch, saying, "As long as this gorgeous mouth
resides under my roof, neither of us will want for a fuck rag,
Deborah."
    
Shannon's head went the final distance on her own effort, freeing
both of Melody's hands to pull her cunt lips wide, presenting her
yawning pussy hole as a target. Shannon's face went right to the
hole with her tongue fully extended. Deborah shot from her chair to
take up a position at Shannon's right thigh, overlooking the point
of contact with her face alongside Shannon's. She eagerly watched
Shannon's long pink tongue enter Melody's pussy and begin a deep
swabbing action, prompting Deborah to cry out, "Oh God, Gordon.
You've got to see this up close." 
    
Gordon joined Deborah, looking over her shoulder as Deborah said,
"Look at her go. The little cunt lapper adores her mother's whore
cunt. She can't wait to serve as the slut's fuck rag."
    
Gordon squeezed hard on Deborah's shoulder, a signal that she was
going to far too fast. They had agreed before hand to be
dispassionate spectators and allow Melody this first encounter to
fully debase herself. Neither expected things to progress to this
point through the course of the evening, and to do so at the start
had Deborah completely unhinged. With a slight tug back, Deborah
reluctantly eased away and returned to her seat beside Gordon. They
once again resumed their spectator roles. 
    
Melody picked up on the subtle communication and resumed degrading
herself and Shannon, saying, "Deborah is absolutely right, Shannon,
and you will be well-supplied with soiled slut pussy to clean. The
purpose of this meeting with your father and Deborah is for me to
come clean, and for you to completely understand your new role and
responsibilities in this family. The first thing you must learn is
that you never ever service a pussy with your clothes on."
    
Melody brought her foot down and stood Shannon on her feet facing
Deborah and Gordon. In one violent ripping tear, she render the
dress in half, yanking the torn remnants from Shannon's body. The
bra and panties were likewise removed, leaving Shannon naked under
devouring eyes. Deborah reached out and crudely examined Shannon's
shaved twat while Gordon leaned low to visually inspect his
daughter's pussy.
    
Melody said, "From now on, you strip naked as soon as Deborah
enters our house. I don't care who is here, you strip and begin
your cunt worship. You'll do it before your friends, my friends,
your father's friends, our relatives, even my mother and father.
You're grand parents will love watching their favorite grand
daughter in action. Do you understand?"
    
"Yes, Mother. I'll do as you say."
    
"Good, now resume your cunt lapping."
    
They both got back in position. Melody saw no need to spend hours
warming up Shannon with crude fuck stories. Instead, she listed her
lovers and the sexual acts she had committed with each. For
entertainment value, she described her last session, the one
involving the painting crew. She began the tale by saying:
    
"My last session will give you an idea of what these sessions are
like. Before I arrived, Dr. Langdon sat with the painting crew
during their lunch break. Naturally, the men were curious about
what it was like to work between the legs of naked women all day.
They were curious about several beautiful women that had entered
and left while they worked outside. Dr. Langdon described their
intimate parts to them, then described a routine pelvic exam.
Afterward, he asked them if they'd like to watch an exam.
Naturally, the men were excited at the prospect.
    
"Dr. Langdon told them that his exam room needed a fresh coat of
paint and his next appointment would not be put off by men working
while she underwent the exam. They quickly went to work in the exam
room, setting up ladders, drop cloths, and pulling cabinets and
furniture away from the walls. When I entered the room, they were
painting. 
    
"You should have seen their faces when they saw who the next
appointment was. You should have seen my face. It was the same crew
from J&J Painting that painted our house last month. Nick, Joe,
Marty, Chris, and Benjamin took one look at me and nearly fell off
their ladders. Benjamin dropped a full paintbrush onto a stack of
papers on Dr. Langdon's desk when I began stripping off my clothes.
    
They moved in when Dr. Langdon began securing me to the exam table.
By the time I was bound open like a lab specimen, the guys were
hovering over my crotch. Dr. Langdon said, 'Gentlemen, when you get
a female in this position, on her back with her legs wide, she
clicks into slut mode. There's no woman, once laid out like this,
that will refuse a stiff dick. Help yourselves, men.'
    
"Joe was first, then Marty, Nick, and Criss. Benjamin still had his
mouth open, dripping paint on my tits. When he finally got his cock
in me, good lord did he ever screw my brains out. I've never had a
fucking like that."
    
Shannon never stopped licking throughout her mother's confession,
but after inducing three orgasms in a thirty minute period, her
licking took on a lazy lapping with frequent pauses to make
comments or ask questions. They were also in a new position with
Melody reclined on the table with her feet drawn up and knees laid
flat, raised up on her elbows, watching Shannon lick her twat.
Gordon and Deborah had their chairs pulled up to Shannon's side,
peering in at the spectacle of Shannon's attentive licking and
prying fingers.
    
This is where Melody launched into their act, saying, "Remember how
Benjamin used to get that catatonic look on his face whenever I
went up a ladder in a short skirt, how he always muscled his way in
to hold the ladder for me."
    
Shannon raised up to say, "Yes, and I remember how he began holding
your legs instead of the ladder. I remember especially how you
pretended not to notice that big black man's hands reaching high up
your thighs with his head up your skirt. I'll never forget those
scenes. They were the first signs of your slutty ways, and I was
shocked out of my mind at the way you were flaunting your body at
those painters."
    
"Yes, but you never saw my good shows. You never saw the day I came
from a shower with a towel wrapped around me and entered my bedroom
to find all five repainting a job that was perfect and completed.
They were working the kitchen when I went into the shower. They had
the step ladder positioned almost as a challenge. I decided to take
them up on the challenge and mount the ladder in my towel. 
    
"I put on a real show, one they'd never forget. I had the towel
wrapped high anyway. The bottom edge of the towel just barely cut
across my clit, and the towel split in the front. I planned to do
a walk through the kitchen. I could bare my pussy by simply cocking
my leg. I planned to do a lot of cocking, stooping, and bending,
anyway, so going up the ladder was a perfect way to expose my full
pussy to all five at once for a prolonged period. Benjamin, of
course, stood ready to assist me. "I went up the ladder backward as
they had the steps to the wall requiring me to twist around if I
mounted the ladder facing the right way. They had taken to this
method earlier in the week, so I was already conditioned to a
backward climb."
    
Shannon said, "I loved those backward poses on the ladder. I loved
the way you so blatantly offered him your pussy, and Benjamin so
blatantly stuck his head under your skirt. It was all I could do
not to finger my pussy while watching with the other men crowded
around me."
    
"Well this time, I reclined with my knees apart and made the towel
part to my tits. Benjamin had hold of my ass with his face hovering
in my crotch. I remained like that for quite some time, but
Benjamin never got the nerve to lick me."
    
"I know, Mom, I was there, remember?"
    
"That was the second time with the towel. Besides, it appeared to
me that you didn't need to finger your cunt. I saw those hands go
up the back of your dress."
    
"I know you saw, but you didn't say anything. They certainly
thought it was okay to feel me under my dress, seeing that you
didn't seem upset. Daddy, when she came down from the ladder, she
went to her purse, took out her lipstick, then she came over to me,
took me by the chin, and wrote the word 'Whore' all over my face.
She may as well have come right out and told them it was okay to
feel me up."
    
Melody addressed Gordon, saying, "It's true. They explored every
inch of her by reaching under the hem of her skirt while I was
writing on her face. My silent acceptance was an okay, but writing
'whore' on her face was a license."
    
Gordon said, "Yeah, a molestation license." 
    
"And a whore's license. You should have seen your little slut
daughter making herself available to those painters after I wrote
that on her face. She did not wash it off. She wore that
advertisement until they left. I walked in the den right after that
to find Criss behind her with two hands full of titties with her
dress rucked up in her arm pits. Marty was kneeling at her right
side with his hand in the front of her panties. Joe was on her
other side running his hands all over her naked ass."
    
Gordon said, "I am very curious as to how you handled this gang
molestation of our daughter."
    
"I handled it very well, I thought. This was the first time they
hadn't yanked their hands away from her when I surprised them at
their dirty deed. Of course, I didn't expect they would after
permitting something almost as brazen an hour earlier, and after
issuing the molestation license. I stood in the doorway, watching
them continue what they were doing. Shannon stared off in space
with this glassy-eyed look on her painted face, not the least
bothered by my being there, watching."
    
Shannon offered, "Not bothered? Mom, I almost had an orgasm when I
saw you walk in and just stand there watching all those men feeling
me up. That was a lot worse than what you saw from the ladder. They
almost had me naked."
    
"True, but it was still a group grope." Melody addressed Gordon,
saying, "I leaned against the door jamb with my arms folded and a
smile on my face. Marty, the guy fingering her pussy, took this as
a sign to go further. He dragged her panties off so that he could
demonstrate his finger fucking talents. Criss, the guy behind her,
pulled her dress off over her head, stripped off her bra, and did
a vulgar grind in her ass while holding her up by the tits. Joe got
on his hands and knees and put her left leg over his back so that
I could watch him lick her pussy around Marty's fucking fingers."
    
Deborah said, "And she didn't cum?" 
    
"That's when she did cum. I let her finish before coming forward
and asking if she had her homework done. The men took this as their
cue that the party was over. I calmly told Shannon, 'I am paying
these men to paint, not play with your privates.' The job took a
week longer than projected in part because of all the time they
spent feeling up Shannon."
    
"Mom, you were there more than I was. I'll bet they were feeling
you up too."
    
"Well, you're wrong. None of them ever had the nerve to touch me
except Benjamin, and he only touched me on the ladder. Of course,
I was constantly mounting ladders. I gave their work a thorough
inspection during that last week."
    
Gordon said, "Well, it paid off. They did do a superb job, so I
commend both of you girls for using your pussies to keep them on
the job. Our kitchen has enough paint on the walls to continue
standing after termites eat away the studs."
    
Melody laughed and added, "If a tornado ever hits the house, run
for the kitchen." 
    
"I did my part, Daddy. I didn't wear my bra or panties after that
time in the den. It seemed like someone always had a hand between
my legs after that."
    
"It's true, Gordon. The girl was insatiable after that. Keeping her
away from the painters was impossible. She was like one of the
crew, and I began treating her as one of the crew--the crew's whore
helper, actually. I put a paint brush in her hand and left them
alone. I made frequent walk throughs, but if someone had Shannon
laid back on a bed or dresser, giving that pussy of hers a thorough
workout with a finger, tongue, or paint brush handle, I didn't say
a word. 
    
"The only time I spoke up was when I saw Joe trying to get his dick
up her twat while two others pinned her down and held her legs wide
apart. Even then, I waited until he got the head in before saying,
"There will be none of that. This is a job, not a bordello. I hired
you men to paint, not fuck my virgin daughter."
    
Gordon said, "That's beautiful, Melody, fucking beautiful. I'm
surprised you didn't slap his wrist for him."
    
"It gets better, Gordon. Joe had a hard time just getting his huge
cockhead inside her pussy. Joe is hung better than Benjamin, and
you know how well big blacks are hung. He obviously didn't want
out. The other guys had gathered around. We were all looking at
this huge rod sticking in Shannon's wide-spread beaver, her cunt
lips stretched thin around the head of this monster prick. The last
thing I wanted was to break up that exciting copulation, so I said,
"I don't want to ever catch any of you men fucking my daughter. If
I see you put more than the head of your cocks in her pussy, I'll
be upset with you."
    
Deborah clapped and said, "I love it!"
    
Gordon said, "Honey, that was beautiful."
    
"Indeed it was. You should have seen those smiles, especially
Joe's. His hand immediately went to grasp the shaft of his cock. He
began jacking off. I said, 'That's fine, Joe. You can jack off in
her pussy, but don't you dare fuck it.' Joe announced when he was
about to cum, then he pumped our little girl full of sperm."
    
Deborah said, "Was she naked?"
    
"Yes, did I neglect to mention that they took to stripping her
right away as soon as she'd walk in the door. She worked in the
nude and was soon covered in paint graffiti from head to toe."
    
Shannon interrupted, "Mom is the one that got them started on
painting graffiti on my body. She came through and saw me getting
finger banged while Benjamin held me up with my elbows pinned back.
She took a fine trim brush and dipped it in the red latex, then put
a big 'W' on my face, an 'H' on my upper chest, a big 'O' that
circled both of my tits, an 'R' on me belly, and a long 'E' that
covered both my legs. They turned me around and she wrote, 'SLUT'
on my back. The 'T' was on my ass with the vertical stroke going
down my butt crack." 
    
Melody said, "I like to paint; what can I say? In this instance,
they had painted from her shoulder to her pubic mound, 'Please fuck
my cunt,' in red. Her tits were a solid bright orange with the
nipples carefully painted red. I found out later that she had
another sign on her back that said, 'Fuck me in the ass,' and her
ass cheeks were painted bright orange with red concentric circles
targeting her asshole."
    
Deborah excitedly said, "Did someone fuck her asshole?"
    
"Yes, as soon as Joe pulled out, they flipped her over. I
complimented them on their fine art work as Benjamin stepped up
with his hard cock in his hand. He pressed the head of his shiny
black cock to her little asshole and pressed in, making her grunt
loudly. Everyone waited for me to set the ass fucking limits, but
I wanted to see how much of that big black cock she could take.
Benjamin waited a decent interval, then began inching that black
shaft up her colon. Shannon took his ten-inch cock to the balls
over several minutes. I then watched her get butt fucked good and
proper.
    
"After that, I often walked in on Shannon getting fucked by one or
more guys in her pussy, mouth, or ass--sometimes, all three at
once. If someone were violating my directions, and fucking her
pussy to the balls, I'd make a disapproving face, but I soon
stopped doing that."
    
Deborah asked, "Did they try to hide what they were doing?" 
    
"Fuck no! If she were getting fucked in the pussy, I'd hear about
it. Someone would yell out, 'Hey, where's Criss?' Another would
answer, 'He's fucking Shannon's pussy in the den,' or 'He and Joe
are fucking Mrs. Mathews' slut out by the pool.' In this way, I
always knew where the action was. Sometimes I helped with the
graffiti or guided cocks into her."
    
Gordon addressed Shannon saying, "Is this true, Shannon?"
    
Shannon had never been a good liar. She started to say yes, but
then said, "No, but I wish it was true."
    
"What gives, Melody?"
    
"It was just a harmless routine we concocted this afternoon to turn
you on and show you how things could be around here. Shannon knows
everything, and she is eager to get started. She wants to go the
distance with me; she even wants in on the dog act."
    
"Was any of that story true?"
    
"Up to the point where Shannon gets felt up and I say nothing.
According to her, she did get felt up, but never openly, at least
I never saw that. The towel scene was made up as well. The rest was
pretty much true. I was shameless in my flaunting, and Shannon was
almost as bad. Well, can we stop playing games now and get this
little slut initiated before she blows a cum gasket?"
    
"Yes, we wouldn't want a baby slut with a blown cum gasket.
Deborah, you take her to the bedroom, oil her up, and get her ready
for a princely fucking. I want a word with the mother whore."
    
Deborah led Shannon away. When they were behind a closed door,
Melody said, "Am I in trouble?"
    
"No, sweetheart, anything but. I just wanted to tell you that I
have never loved you more or found you more desirable."
    
"That's so sweet, Gordon. I love you too. I'll be the perfect wife
for you now, and Shannon will be the perfect daughter for both of
us. I'm stopping the sessions. They have accomplished their goal.
I'll take it the rest of the way with your help, but you have to
pick out our new family dog. You might want to get two. One other
thing. Don't you think this house needs another coat of paint?"
    
"I sure do. I'll get with J&J first thing tomorrow morning."
    
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