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I did not write this story!

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                          "Brown Nosing"
                          By: Phil Phantom

   We had just dropped our three kids off at a local theater and
pulled away from the curb.  Frank was in great spirits and hadn't
stopped talking since he got the news.  The job that saved our home
was his, at least for a three month probationary period. The pay
was nearly double what he expected, and he felt confident of
landing a permanent position.

   I was relieved, even happy, but I'd been in a silent stew since
leaving Blake Stone's office.  As soon as the kids were out of
earshot, I turned abruptly to Frank and shouted, "Do you know what
that son-of-a-bitch had the nerve to do?"

   Frank's dream balloon appeared ready to burst.  He said, "Honey,
what could he have done?  I was only out of the office five
minutes; besides, the kids were right there with you the whole
time."

   "Frank, it wasn't me he did anything to.  That bastard fondled
Sherry.  He pulled her up on his lap and fondled her right in front
of me."

   "Honey, calm down.  Just what are you calling fondling?  I saw
her on his lap when I came back.  She looked fine to me."

   I scooted up next to Frank and grabbed his right hand.  I
brought it up under my skirt, clear to the tops of my thighs, and
said, "What do you call this?"

   He smiled a devilish grin and rubbed my inner thigh, saying, "I
call it my lucky day."  I knew right away that placing his hand
near my vagina was a mistake.  He was in far to good of spirit not
to take advantage of my one major weakness: I have never been able
to say no once my pussy gets stimulated.  He said, "Honey, I know
he never put his hand this far up a twelve-year-old's leg."

   "This is where he started."  I jammed his hand between my legs,
saying, "This is where it was most of the time.  Don't tell me I
didn't see it, either.  I was sitting three feet from him, and he
was facing me with her legs straddling his."  Frank's hand cupped
my sex, pressing along my wet slit with his middle finger. In a
much quieter tone, I said, "Frank.  What are you doing?  Didn't you
hear me?  Your new boss did this to our little girl.  Pete and
Sandy saw it too.  He was leering at me the whole time, challenging
me to say something."

   "But you didn't, right."

   "No!  I was too stunned.  He did it to show me he could do it
and get away with it.  It was like he was saying, "How badly do you
want this job?"

   "And your silence told him.  I'm not that surprised.  They way
you begged and pleaded for my job, I thought you were about to drop
to your knees and go for his zipper.  He didn't need to know how
desperate we were."

   Frank began fondling my pussy.  I said, "Frank, stop doing that.
This is serious."

   "No, I want to determine exactly what he did.  Is this all he
did, hold his hand between her legs?"

   "No, and I could see everything.  Her skirt was bunched up in
her lap.  We all had a clear view of his meaty fingers squeezing
her vagina."

   "Like this?"  Frank's hand palmed the full plane of my sex and
gave a big squeeze, repeating it several times in succession.

   I slumped back in the seat as he asked,  "Is this all he did?"

   "No, he drew his middle finger up her cleft, pushing the crotch
of her panties between her lips."

   "Like this?"

   "Yes!   He did that for quite a while, stroking, stroking,
pushing deeper.  Yes! Yes! Like that."

   "And did Sherry's panties get wet like yours are?"

   "Yes, they were sopping wet.  You could see right through them.
We could see her lips mold around his finger as he stroked her
pussy."

   "Her pussy, huh?"

   "Yes, her pussy.  A vagina that starts drooling is a pussy, a
cunt, a twat."

   "And Sherry had a pussy."  I bit my lower lip and just nodded.
"Okay, did he do anything else?"

   "Yes, he slipped his index finger under the leg-band of her
panties, and we saw it dip between her lips.."

   "Like this?"

   "Yes, he hooked his finger inside her little hole, Frank.  Yes,
he did that, just pulled and distorted it, occasionally running up
to her little clit and rubbing it.  Yes, Oh God, yes!"

   "And of course, you said nothing."

   "No!  I watched.  I was mesmerized until Pete placed his hand on
my leg, just above my knee, staring at his sister's crotch the
whole time.  Frank, he was so bold.  He's never touched me like
that before.  He kept squeezing and rubbing, slowly inching up,
pushing my skirt up.  Mr. Stone was staring at Pete's hand and
smiling.  He could probably see my panties.  Pete managed to get
his hand way down on the inside of my thigh, not three inches from
my panties."

   "Your wet panties?"

   "Fuck, yes, they were wet!  I had to place my hand on Pete's to
get him to ease up."

   "You didn't take his hand away?"

   "No, I was so confused.  I only knew I had to stop him from
going any further.  Poor Sandy didn't know who to watch.  Her eyes
darted from my leg to Sherry's pussy and back..  For a
fifteen-year-old honor student and born-again Christian, she took
it all rather well."

   "Did Pete stop?"

   "He didn't stop kneading and squeezing, but he stopped advancing
on my crotch. That is, until Mr. Stone reached over with his other
hand and ripped the crotch out of Sherry's panties.  When he did
that and exposed Sherry's hairless, wet, pink slit, Pete squeezed
so hard it hurt.  When Stone started jabbing his stubby finger in
and out of her hole real fast, and Sherry drew her legs up and laid
her knees out, Pete made a grab for my twat.  I clamped my legs
together on his hand and held his wrist.  His fingers were clawing
at my crotch, driving me mad.  Sandy just sat there with her mouth
open."

   Frank mimicked the story's action by rapidly finger-fucking me.
I cried out, "Oh, yes, honey!  Do that harder.  Make me cum,
sweetheart.  You should have seen your little girl; she was
shameless.  Yes, yes!"

   I shuddered out a terrific climax, then collapsed my head on
Frank's shoulder.  I took a few minutes to catch my breath as Frank
continued to toy lazily with my pussy.  I turned dreamy eyes up to
him and said, "I really blew it, Frank.  I should have said
something.  What will those kids think of me now?  Pete felt my
vagina.  I couldn't help it.  You know how I get when you touch me
there.  I didn't do much resisting."

   "Are you saying he penetrated you?"

   "Well, yes, I wasn't quite as brazen as Sherry, but we were both
getting the same treatment and staring at each other's crotches as
it was happening.  I hate to admit this, but we came about the same
time, too.  I tried to hold it in, but you know how successful I am
at that.  How do I go back to being his mom after letting him
finger fuck me?"

   "Well, I can imagine what Pete thinks.  He probably thinks
you're wonderful, the best mom on Earth.  Not many moms let a boy
do that."

   "I can see why.  It could easily become habit forming.  I'll bet
Sandy thinks I'm some kind of slut.  I don't even want to think
about what Sherry thinks.  They're probably in that theater talking
about me right now."

   "I couldn't blame them.  I doubt they think any the worse about
you, though.  They knew what a bind we were in.  Hell, they
probably think you're a hero for landing me this job.  Now that I
know what went down, it's plain that you did.  I'm not qualified
for this job and you know it."

   "You know what that means.  This won't be the last time.  What
happens when he tries to fondle Sandy.  I can't see Sandy being as
complacent as Sherry.  He picked the right one."

   "Yeah, I'll bet she just melted in his arms from the get-go."

   "Frank, she did.  That girl amazes me.  She had no qualms about
having his hands between her legs, and seemed to enjoy having us
looking on."

   "I told you that she was the one to watch, not Sandy.  Sandy
will still be a virgin three years after Sherry starts pulling
trains."

   "Don't talk like that about our baby, Frank.  She's just a
little precocious, that's all.  It's Pete that worries me.  This
scene affected him deeply.  It changed him some how.  Can you
imagine grabbing your mother between her legs?"

   "Well, it was a rather bizarre circumstance.  I can't see him
simply walking up to you and shoving his fingers up your pussy."

   "I'm not so sure, Frank.  By remaining silent, I sent him some
sort of message I never intended to send."

   "I'll talk to the boy."

   "No, don't say anything.  I'm curious to see how he acts towards
me now."

   "Suit yourself.  I'll stay out of it.  So, what do we do about
the job?"

   "I don't know.  What can we do?"

   "All I need is a few paychecks, Bonnie."

   "Well, you can bet I'm not bringing those kids anywhere near
that office."

                        * * *

   It was my idea to return to the theater alone to pick up the
kids.  I wanted time alone with them, time to talk things out, set
them straight.  I had the best of intentions and a well-rehearsed
speech.  When Pete climbed into the front seat and scooted up
close, I froze.  Sandy sat by the front passenger window and Sherry
had the back seat to herself.  She talked non-stop about the movie.
I waited for an opening to speak.  Just as I formed the words,
Pete's left hand dropped on my lap, taking my breath away.  My
whole body burned when I felt the light touch of his fingers on my
bare leg, just beyond the hem of my skirt.  I could feel Sandy's
eyes slyly keeping an eye on Pete's hand.  Sherry hung over the
seat back leaning over my right shoulder.  With her head next to
mine, she kept talking, but her focus was on her brother's hand the
whole time.

   I tried hard to concentrate on my driving, trying to ignore the
weight of his hand as it fell further between my thighs with every
pedal movement.  He managed to get his fingertips on bare inner
thigh flesh midway between my crotch and my knee.  I gathered my
courage to put an end to the charade, but each time, delayed doing
anything.  All the while, Pete teased my sensitive skin with tiny
circular motions of his fingertips and nails.

   Had the three of them conspired to do this, I wondered.  Had
they discussed a plan?  Did Sherry dare her brother to try it?
Sandy was conspicuous by her silence.  Normally the first to point
out someone else's wrongs, she sat in silence, watching.  And
Sherry, never one to be shy or let an indiscretion  go without
comment, seemed to be going out of her way to distract me.  Working
over those bizarre possibilities did more to distract me than
Sherry's non-stop monologue.  They appeared to be working in
concert.

   I began to entertain the possibility of doing nothing and saying
nothing.  I weighed the possible outcomes.  I imagined driving home
with Pete's fingers in my pussy while Sandy and Sherry watched.  I
fought this idea.  My horny pussy applauded the idea and my legs
joined the rebellion.  They relaxed of their own accord.  As my
knees fell out a few inches, Pete took it as a sign of partial
surrender.  He shifted position and changed to his right hand.  His
hand turned up towards my pussy and crept up my inner thigh by
several inches.  If there was ever a time to call a halt, that was
it.  Part of my mind screamed for action, but a stronger part
forced me to inaction.  By this time most of my body parts were in
the rebel camp.  Sweat beaded on my brow as his fingers neared my
pounding vagina.  My rational mind felt trapped in a body
determined to commit an outrage against natural morality and
decency.

   My traitorous legs gave another few inches and inspired Pete to
turn onto his side to face me.  He did not look into my face but
stared at his own hand, fascinated at its proximity to my crotch.
My skirt was bunched up at the crotch, exposing most of my legs.
Sherry had stopped talking and Sandy sat forward to peer around
Pete.

   I nervously guided the car away from any others, keeping a close
eye out for trucks and vans that could look down into the car.
When Sherry stopped talking, I made a decision to allow Pete to do
whatever he had planned.  I turned off of the well-traveled route,
taking a longer way, going slow.  Pete took this as a sign of my
total surrender and cupped his hand over my pussy, making me
stiffen and draw a deep breath.  He squeezed and molded the wet
fleshy lips as Sherry climbed forward, half-hanging over my
shoulder.  I focused my attention on driving, having to lean left
to see around Sherry.  Pete worked his fingers under the leg-band
and insinuated two into my moist cleft, seeking my hole.  He found
it waiting and eased inside, bringing a deep flush to my cheeks.

   I glanced over to Sandy and noted her obvious interest,
surprised not to see a look of scorn or condemnation.  Sherry broke
the tense silence, saying, "I can't see."  She reached down and
gathered the skirt above my waist, completely exposing my pink
panties and an inch of bare midriff.  Pete pushed at the crotch
material with little success.  He then tried pulling the waist band
below crotch level, but that failed to produce satisfactory
results.  In frustration, he grasped the waistband in both hands
near my hip bones and tugged, moving the panties lower all around.
Frustrated, as they were blocked by my weight sitting on the
material, he pulled hard, fighting to uncover my loins.  In a bold,
impulsive decision, I brought my knees together and lifted my ass
free of the seat.  Pete deftly worked the panties down off my ass
and slid them down my legs to below the knees.  I pulled my left
leg free, letting the panties slide down my right.

   With Sherry still holding my skirt up, I was naked from the
waist down.  Pete went back to playing with my pussy with much more
freedom of movement.  He used his left hand to part my lips and his
right to explore.  I basked in the wickedness of it all  and
glanced over to Sandy.  Sandy had a glazed look of perverse
fascination which relieved me of my worst fear: her condemnation.

   At this point, I gave myself over to the full enjoyment of
Pete's assault.  He grew more aggressive and confident.  He shoved
my left knee out to the door.  My cunt yawned open, obscenely and
he inserted three fingers in my hole.  Sherry eased lower and
reached her tiny hand into my crotch, competing with Pete's.  A
verbal battle ensued as each claimed their rights and their turn.
Having my kids fight over my pussy was by far the most bizarre
sensation I'd ever experienced.  The fight demanded parental
mediation, but I was lost in the moment.

   Since first getting in the car, no one acknowledged me directly.
They treated me as though I were a toy, an object, or a woman under
a spell.  I knew that speaking out, saying anything, would break
that delicious spell.  I glanced right and observed Sherry's bare
left thigh near my cheek, her ass sticking up over the seat back.
My pussy loved being fought over.

   Sandy surprised me by jumping into my parental role.  She
reached back and slapped Sherry hard on the back of her right
thigh, shouting, "Back off, Sherry.  This was Pete's idea.  Leave
him alone."

   Sherry did back off, easing up and standing on the back floor,
still peering over while rubbing her thigh.  We have a firm rule
about hitting, and under normal circumstances, Sandy's smack would
have brought Sherry screaming to me for justice.  I awaited the
cry.  She protested, "I'm telling Dad that you hit me."

   Sandy said, "Go ahead, and I'll tell him why."

   Sherry cried, "It's not fair.  Why can't I have a turn?"

   Pete said, "Because it's mine, that's why."

   My heart leapt in my chest.  I could not believe his bold
declaration.  A heavy silence ensued as they seemed to be waiting
for me to challenge his claim.  I had no intention of reclaiming my
traitorous vagina.  It had waved the white flag miles past.  I sat
passively while Pete crudely finger-fucked me.  He brought me to a
fantastic climax, three blocks from home.  Nothing was said about
the way I ground my cunt on his fingers and moaned out my release.
As I pulled into the garage, Pete withdrew his hand and adjusted my
skirts.  After turning off the ignition, Pete reached down and
removed my panties from my right ankle.  He stuffed them into his
jeans.

   He came around and held my door for me.  I led the way into the
house.  I took two steps and Pete ran his hand up the back of my
leg, cupping my bare ass cheek posessively.  I proceeded naturally
as the hand squeezed my undulating haunches.  Just as I crossed the
threshold, Pete used both hands to hold by skirt high, exposing my
bare ass to his sisters.  I ignored their giggles and continued
forward.  Pete kept my skirt up with one hand in the small of my
back.  He used the other to pry at my cheeks, exposing my anus.

   I had a decision to make as I neared rounding the corner into
the dining room.  I'd left Frank to study work papers and knew he'd
still be hard at work at the dining table.  I could either wrest
control from Pete, or let him risk his father's possible wrath.  I
decided to let Pete handle it (no pun intended).  As I passed into
view, Pete let go.  My skirt fell into place, and the four of us
trooped in as though nothing had occurred.

   While the kids excitedly told him about the movie, I headed for
my bathroom.  I sat locked in my sanctuary for almost an hour,
pondering my situation.  I resolved to end the obscene game at some
point, but was in no hurry.  I drew imaginary limits, telling
myself that if he tried such-and-such, I'd do so-and-so.  Even
while setting these limits, I questioned my resolve.  Would he
press his claim to the ultimate?  Would he try it in private, or
did he like showing off for his sisters?  I wondered if he'd begin
on my breasts.  Would he strip me naked?  Should I even bother
putting on panties?  Should I tell Frank what was happening?

   All of these things weighed heavily on my mind.  In the end, I
resolved not to tell Frank and to go about my business as usual.
I also resolved to honor Pete's claim.  For the remainder of the
evening, Pete took advantage of every opportunity to re-stake his
claim.  Whenever out of Frank's sight, he rudely assaulted me.
Sherry and Sandy hovered in the background.  I offered no
resistance to his groping hands and allowed him to remove my fresh
panties and to place me in any position he pleased.  I can't tell
you how excited I was the first time he pushed my back to the wall,
yanked my panties down and off, and exposed my tits.  I stood
passively accepting his breast mauling while Sherry and Sandy
looked on with smiling approval from a few feet away.

   It was apparent that Pete intended to take his claim to the
ultimate conclusion and do so with an audience.  Having his sisters
see everything he did to me obviously turned him on.  I sank deeper
and deeper under his mysterious spell and knew that I'd willingly
grant him this ultimate surrender, even with my girls watching.
The following morning, I arose early and primped for him.  I shaved
my pussy lips, washed and perfumed it.  I fixed my hair and make-up
and wore a sexy dress without bra or panties.  With my highest high
heels, I looked stunning.  Frank noticed and made a crack about me
going off to meet a secret lover.  I smiled demurely.  On the way
out the door, he gave me a passionate kiss and rubbed my ass.  He
detected no panty line and reached under my skirt.  His hand went
between my legs and discovered my naked labia lips and my
exceedingly wet pussy.  He leaned back to look me in the face.  I
smiled back with guilt written in bold red letters.

   A smile broke over his face and he said, "Has Pete been behaving
himself?"

   I resolved to come clean with Frank, but there wasn't time to
bring him up to date.  I simply smiled and said, "No, he's been a
very bad boy."

   Frank smiled broadly and said, "Well, I'm not getting in the
middle of this.  You'll just have to handle it as you think best."

   I smiled and said, "Thank you, sweetheart.  I want to handle
Pete by myself."  Frank smiled and eased out the door.  I closed it
behind him feeling like the luckiest and nastiest woman on Earth.

   I prepared breakfast as the kids emerged one by one.  Sandy came
out first and looked me over, saying, "Wow, Mom!  You look great.
Going somewhere?"

   "No, I just like looking my best."

   While I turned eggs in the skillet, Sherry walked in and stood
at my left side.  She wasn't there five seconds when I felt her
hand creep up my inner thigh.  I froze stiffly as her hand
converged on my shaved pussy.  Sandy slapped her hand away just
before it discovered my coif.  Sandy said sternly, "Don't touch.
You know what Pete said."

   Sherry fired back while rubbing her arm, "Pete doesn't care if
I touch it when he isn't using it."

   "He does too.  Touch it again and I'm telling."

   My heart beat a steady tattoo.  I loved the way they talked
about me, not to me.  I loved hearing how Pete enforced his claim.
I forced my attention to breakfast preparation and eagerly awaited
Pete's arrival.  He came out minutes later and studied me with
hungry eyes.  Sherry and Sandy made way for him.  Sherry pleaded,
"Pete, you don't care if I play with Mom when you aren't using her,
do you."

   I wanted to hug that little doll.  She could not have phrased
that better if she had known what she was doing.  Any anxiety I
felt quickly drained away.  I waited eagerly for Pete to begin
using me.  He wasted no time and came up behind me.  His hands
traveled up the outside of my thighs, pulling his crotch into my
buttocks.  He wore only thin PJ bottoms, so his erection was
apparent and felt delicious, nestled between my lower cheeks. He
stands an inch less them me, so we made a good fit.  His hands came
around my lower front and dipped between my legs.  The fingers
delved between my legs and he discovered my denuded pussy lips.  He
signaled his approval by lunging his loins against my ass, jarring
my whole body.  His hands moved up my front, under the dress, and
cupped my tits.  He squeezed and molded them, rolling my nipples
between thumb and forefingers.  I swooned in his lewd embrace,
arching my back, thrusting out my chest, and presenting my heated
loins to his obscene grinding pelvis, oblivious to my daughters who
stood looking on at my sluttish behavior.

   Pete brought his hands to the back of my dress.  He dragged the
long zipper down.  The dress hung limply.  He pushed the sleeves
off my shoulders and easily worked it down to my feet.  I stepped
free, naked in my heels.  Pete turned me to face the girls and held
out my hand as though making a presentation.   None of my kids had
ever seen me completely naked.  Their eyes roamed my body, making
me feel totally decadent and wicked.  Sherry dropped to her knees
at my feet and peered up into my crotch, crying out, "Hey, Mom
shaved her pussy for you, Pete.  I think she wants you to fuck her.
Are you going to fuck her?"

   I knew I could count on Sherry to say something to humiliate me.
I could have kissed her.  If Pete hadn't been thinking along those
lines, my silence in the face of her analysis forced the issue.
Pete proudly said, "Maybe after breakfast, if she's lucky.  Right
now, I'm hungry."  He released my hand and I took that as a cue to
finish breakfast.

   I cooked and set the table in the nude while my kids watched my
every move.  They sat around our oblong table as I dished out the
meal.  Pete ran his hands freely over my body whenever it was
within reach.  He pulled my chair alongside his.  Sherry brought
hers up on the other side of mine.  I sat sandwiched between them,
the three of us sitting across from Sandy.  Pete lifted my left leg
and laid it across his lap.  After getting a nod from Pete, Sherry
took my right and laid it over hers.  In this lewd position, with
their hands diddling my pussy, I tried to eat.

   I sat up straight with my chest thrust out, proudly displaying
my 36'Ds'.  Pete dipped his bread in runny yoke and painted it on
my left breast.  I cupped my hand under my tit mound, offering it
up to this lewd attention.  My nipples ached with need.  Pete
licked my tit and sucked my nipple.  Sherry asked, "Can I?"

   He nodded and Sherry did the same on my right tit.  Together,
they lapped and sucked my tits.  My passions were at a peak.  My
eyes could barely focus on Sandy, but she looked shocked yet
intrigued.

   After the meal, Pete moved me to the living room.  Sherry and
Sandy gathered around as he made me kneel before him.  He exposed
his six-inch cock and waved it in my face.  My hungry eyes followed
it as it neared my lips.  He pressed it to my parting mouth and I
sucked him in.  He fucked my face and came in my mouth.  I sucked
and swallowed.

   We took a brief intermission.   Pete turned me over to Sherry
after placing me on my back with my knees drawn up and laid out.
My darling daughter had herself a ball, driving me to ecstasy.
After ten minutes, Pete hovered over my loins, naked, and
displaying his new erection.  Sherry scooted clear as Pete
descended between my legs.  He pressed his cock to my wet opening,
paused for dramatic effect, then entered me to the hilt in one
lunge.  My daughters got on their knees along both sides and
observed from close-up the fucking of their mother by their
brother, and their mother's shameless response.  After he emptied
his balls in my sex-starved pussy, there was no question that I was
his whore.  He, in fact, put it to me that way.  I nodded my
acceptance.  Since that morning, I have denied him nothing, and he
has taken everything.

   Frank was elated at the news and insisted I relate every detail
to him.  Though Pete had to keep a low profile when Frank was home,
Frank wasn't home that much.  Three days after securing the new
job, Frank worked late then went out for drinks with Mr. Stone.
They came by the house shortly after midnight, slightly crocked.
It was a school night and the kids were in bed.  I served beer and
we sat around the table.  Blake Stone kept giving me knowing looks.
I found it difficult to maintain eye contact with him.  He hinted
constantly that Frank may have a bright future with the company.
Frank was on top of the world.

   After thirty minutes of idle conversation, Blake asked to use
the bathroom.  I pointed down the long hallway and said, "All the
way to the end and right."

   I watched him stagger down the hall.  Frank and I exchanged
smiles.  We thought we had it made.  Out of the corner of my eye,
I watched Blake returning.  Curiously, he opened every door and
peeked in on his way toward us.  When he came to the girl's room,
I nudged Frank and said, "Honey, he's looking in the girl's room.
Honey!  He just went into the girl's room!"

   Frank turned to look but only saw a closed door.  Seconds later,
light filtered under that door.  I took Frank's hand and cried,
"Frank, do something."

   "What?"

   "You can't leave him in there."

   "Honey, you heard what he said.  I could blow this job."

   "Frank, he may be raping one of our daughters right this
minute."

   "If anything, he's just fooling around with Sherry.  He can't
hurt her.  What ever he does, she'll love it.  I'm not risking this
job to save her modesty or virtue, neither of which she ever had to
start with."

   We sat in silence, listening.  We heard no screams, but five
minutes into his entrance, we heard noise such as would be made by
a heavy person on a child's bed.  I hung my head in my hands and
thought the worst, wondering why Sandy hadn't come screaming from
the room.  Blake was in their room for almost thirty minutes.  He
emerged with his shirt open, his tails out, his fly down, and
belting his belt.  I watched him dress there in the hall and return
to the table with a shit-eating grin.  He took a long swallow of
beer, patted me and Frank on the back and said, "You folks are very
hospitable, my kind of people, company people.  I think you two
have a bright future with us."

   He grabbed his things and left, leaving us speechless.  We
watched the door to the girl's room, expecting one or both to come
crying to us.  We were both in a high state of anxiety, just
waiting.  After ten minutes, I couldn't take anymore.  The light
was still on, and the door was partially open.  I eased up on it
and peeked in through the crack.  What I saw nearly made me shit.
Sandy was tied naked, spread-eagled to her four-poster bed with two
pillows under her ass.  She had her panties stuffed in her mouth
and pantyhose secured her arms and legs.  Sherry knelt on her
Sandy's bed by her hip and amused herself by dipping her fingers in
the mess oozing from her sister's fresh-fucked pussy.  I watched
her smear those juices over Sandy's breasts as Sandy struggled
futily.

   I backed away and went for Frank.  Frank eased up and took in
the astonishing sight.  We watched for several minutes, then
returned to the dining room.  I said, "Christ, Frank, can you
believe the nerve of that guy.  He just raped our daughter."

   "His nerve, what about Sherry's.  She seems quite pleased by the
deal."

   "Sandy's going to kill her when she gets untied."

   "Not if we leave her alone for a while."

   "Frank, you're not suggesting we let Sherry keep doing that."

   "Come on, Bonnie.  What's the harm?"

   I smiled.  We went back and watched.  Sherry never looked our
way and was having herself a ball at Sandy's expense.  Sandy
stopped her struggles after a while, giving herself over to her
lewd sister's fondling.  After a few minutes, her hips seemed to
welcome the abuse.  They met Sherry's fingers.  We waited until
Sherry induced an orgasm in Sandy, then made our presence known.
I made Sherry get down, then started untying Sandy's bindings.
Frank did her feet, looking between her legs the whole time.  I
released her hands and removed the gag.  Sandy said, "Mom, Mr.
Blake raped me."

   I said, "Yes, we know dear."  I cleaned her, tucked her in,
kissed her forehead, and went to Sherry.

   I tucked Sherry in and kissed her smiling face.  She looked into
my eyes and said, "He raped her good, Mom."   I smiled and turned
out the light.

   Blake returned the following night shortly after one AM.  Frank
let him in.  He went right to the girl's room.  Frank returned to
our bed and informed me that Blake was at it again.  We listened
for ten minutes, got turned on, and screwed for the next ten.
Blake let himself out after two-thirty.  I went in to comfort Sandy
and found Sherry bound, gagged, and leaking semen from her cunt.
Sandy stood over her smiling down, but refusing to assist in
freeing her.  I tucked my little darlings in and turned out the
light.

   This went on for over a week.  Blake only missed two nights. One
night he arrived early with two out-of-town businessmen in tow.  I
set beers before them as Blake excused himself and went down the
hall.  Frank and I sat uncomfortably, carrying on small talk with
our uninvited guests.  After twenty minutes, Blake returned
carrying his shirt.  He motioned the first man to the girl's door.
We watched him go in.  He returned thirty minutes later and the
second man made the trip.  When they left, I had two girls to untie
and a terrible mess to clean up.

   From then on, Blake was rarely alone.  Sometimes five men waited
their turns while I served beer and sandwiches.  At Blake's
suggestion, I wore only panties and heels.  I was the warm-up act
for my daughters.  I had to tolerate their groping hands and lewd
conversation.  By the time they left, I'd be a raving, horny, mass
of female flesh.  I began stopping off at Pete's room and waking
him with a surprise blow job that usually ended in a fuck.  Before
long I was staying with Pete all night.  Pete found this wildly
exciting and began treating me like his whore even in the presence
of his father.  Frank, far from acting put out, loves the
arrangement.  He concentrates on his work, and I take care of the
home front.  We have become a company family with a bright future.


    The End




