From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: New Story: "Happy Campers" 1/3
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 1995 06:32:25 UTC
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Message-ID: <063342Z23121995@anon.penet.fi>

WARNING!

The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy

involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially

unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a

firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This

story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story

should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not

to attempt any of these acts without professional

guidance and a net.  If you are underage, stand, 

move away from the console, and unplug the computer.  

Reading stories like this can make you go blind. 

If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners

to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This

will help you recognize sinners when you see them. 

Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

 

Phil Phantom     

 



Phil Phantom     



                          "Happy Campers" (Part one of three)

                          By Phil Phantom



Jerry Spratworthy gave his two daughters a glance in the rear

view mirror.  Neither looked like happy campers.  Spunky little

spitfire, Angie, least of all.  She had to drop out of a swim

meet to make the trip and was a top swimmer, sure to bring home

medals.  Angie was fifteen and she had many more opportunities to

demonstrate her swimming prowess, but only one to impress the

management of Honeycut, Howell, and Stevens.



Stephanie, at sixteen, was upset about a two-week camping trip,

period.  Camping, even in a thirty-five foot luxury motor home,

was not her thing.  Stephanie was a hang-around-the-house and

read-a-big-book type.  Stephanie did many things alone, and she

was not happy about being cooped up with her kid sister, her

diametrical opposite.  



The two girls were as opposite as the poles on a bar magnet. 

Stephanie took her mother's light features but her father's small

stature.  She was feminine grace personified, obsessively clean,

and guarded her modesty and virtue.  Angie took her father's dark

features but was statuesque and large-breasted like her mother. 

She played rugby and studied karate, liked no-holds-barred

wrestling with boys, and would skinny dip in a mud puddle at a

church social.  Stephanie brushed her ass-length long, silky,

ashen hair daily for one-hundred strokes.  Angie prefered to comb

her short dark hair a time or two every  day or two.  



Stephanie liked classical music; Angie liked hard rock. 

Stephanie planned  a professional science career and dreamed of

finding a cure for cancer; Angie wanted to drop out in her

sophomore year of high school and do body painting on the beach,

or join the U.S. Marines if she graduated.  Stephanie cleaned the

house; Angie messed it.  Stephanie was quiet and submissive;

Angie was anything but.  Stephanie was totally heterosexual;

Angie was anything but.



The girls fussed at each other like cats and dogs, but loved each

other in a pinch.  Barbara Spratworthy loved both girls equally,

and saw a bit of herself in both.  She sympathized with them

about being forced to camp with people they didn't know.  Barbara

also liked her fine home, new car, and freedom from having to

work so that she could carry on affairs with little risk of

discovery.  When Jerry explained that his boss didn't exactly

invite the family camping, but ordered them, she gave her support

to Jerry.  They were going camping, and that was that.  



The camping trips were a well-known testing device for those

being considered for advancement.  The campout gave top level

managers, and especially the chief executive, Harland Honeycut,

whose motor home they would share, the chance to size-up not only

the candidate but his entire family.  They were all under the

microscope, and Barbara made it very clear to each girl how

terribly important the trip was.  They liked their nice things as

much as Barbara did, and both wanted to drive new cars when they

got licenses.  If their daddy earned a big promotion, they might. 

That little bit of bribery ended their whining, but they were

still not happy campers.



Jerry said, "Come on kids.  Cheer up.  Let's see happy faces. 

We're almost to the plant where we'll meet up with the caravan. 

Let's see that we make a good impression."



Angie shouted at Stephanie, "Get your fuckin' leg off me.  Are

you queer for me or something?"



Stephanie cried, "I am not touching your stupid leg because I

want to.  This is your stuff that has us crowded together.  I

will gladly throw that dumb boom box out the window.  Mom, can't

you do something about her mouth?  If she says the 'F' word in

front of those people, she'll blow it for us."



"Angie, Stephanie is right; and besides, I have told you and told

you--young ladies don't use filthy language like that. 

Especially the fuck word."



"Mom, what am I supposed to do?  She's over here rubbing off on

me like some horny mutt.  Am I supposed to offer my leg and

smile."



In exasperation, Barbara said, "Stephanie, why didn't you place

the boom box between you.  You know how Angie is about touching."



"I know she likes to make a big deal out of nothing just to get

attention and embarrass me.  I placed the boom box by the door

because I didn't want to be sandwhiced between two sets of hard,

cold objects with knobs.  Unlike Angie, who is obsessively

paranoid about her repressed homosexuality surfacing, flesh

contact with other females doesn't bother me.  Even her leathery

skin is better than cold plastic."



"Hey, fuck you, Stephanie; fuck you in the ass with a big dick."



Barbara reached to slap Angie, shouting, "God damn it, Angie, you

foul-mouthed fucking little bitch!"



Jerry intervened, blocking Barbara's slap, "Hey!  Hey!  Girls. 

Enough already.  Look, we're here.  Everybody can get out and

stretch.  Please, for God's sake, smiles everyone."



Jerry imposed an uneasy calm.  The two sisters kept a distance

between themselves.  After exiting the car, they wandered about

the six RV's as the drivers gathered for final trip checks. 

Jerry and Barbara put away the family's gear in the Honeycut's RV

as Emily Honeycut directed and played the gracious host.  



Jerry knew Emily remotely, but Barbara and Emily had never met. 

Emily looked to be in her early fifties, the same age as her

husband, Harold.  She was in remarkably good shape, and showed

her class and breeding even in shorts and a loose white blouse. 

She wore tennis shoes without socks, and no gaudy jewelry as

Barbara had expected.  Barbara found Emily easy to talk to, but

she felt like they would be close friends.



Jerry was as nervous as twenty-fingered clutz with a slippery

vial of nitroglycerine around the Honeycuts.  Just being in their

RV made him nervous.  He was sure he'd break something expensive,

or spill something messy.  He walked in measured steps and spoke

when spoken to.



The trip to the remote mountain lake campsite was quiet and

uneventful.  Emily and Stephanie read books.  Barbara thumbed

through women's magazines.  Jerry studied work related manuals,

and Angie rode the whole way with her boom box headset on,

bouncing and squirming to heavy metal funk rock.



The camp site had no facilities, but each RV had its own self-

contained power, water, and bathroom facilities.  Harold lectured

the Spratworthys on conserving water, as they had to replenish

their supply by carrying buckets up from the lake.  He also

requested that everyone do their pee in the trees, as the sewage

had to be carried away in buckets, at least one-hundred yards

into the woods, after the tank filled.  "The bathroom is for

number two," he explained, "the trees get number one."  After the

lecture, and when he was out of earshot, Angie said, "I'll bet

Emily doesn't squat in the bushes."



Barbara said, "Angie, don't start.  This is her motor home.  I

wouldn't expect her to squat and pee.  It's because we're here

that the tanks will fill quickly.  You girls do your pee in the

woods.  Don't even give them cause to think you aren't.  Make

certain they see you slipping away from time to time with toilet

paper in hand."



Angie said, "I'll slip away, but I'm pissing in the shower.  They

let shower water run on the ground.  It all sinks in."



Jerry jumped in, saying, "There won't be any showers.  You heard

what Mr. Honeycut said; they need to conserve water.  We can all

take sponge baths; and besides, we'll be swimming all day.  We

won't be getting dirty.  Come on.  Get your suits on, and let's

go mix and mingle.  Remember why we're here.  Smiles, lots of big

smiles."



The girls were a big hit with the campers.  The men appreciated

Stephanie's graceful beauty (cover girl beauty), and Angie's

hard-bodied, animal sexuality (Hustler centerfold beauty)

equally.  The girls stood out in their matching new bikinis, as

they were the only young people along.  Stephanie hated her

bikini because it barely covered the essentials and was loose;

Angie loved hers for the same reason.  Besides Emily and Barbara,

only four other women were on the campout.  One RV had four men,

all from plant management, so men outnumbered women two to one. 

Angie liked those odds; Stephanie didn't.  



The older men were especially fond of the uninhibited Angie. 

They tossed her back and forth in the water, played grab ass

games, and teased her with off-color humor that made her laugh. 

Angie didn't get upset if a man's hand accidentally slipped

inside her top or bottom, and the girl was accident prone around

the men.  Angie only laughed when her top got pulled off her

titties, or her bottoms wound up being used to play keep away. 

The guys would use her bottoms to lure her out of the water. 

Angie lured easily and would run after them all through the camp-

-sometimes bottomless, sometimes topless, but many times with

nothing on at all.



Stephanie had no sense of humor, and saw to it that accidents did

not occur.  Stephanie stayed away from the men who were acting

like fools over her sister and her mother.  She detested the

speedo trunks they wore, and Harold's was the worst.  His was

obscenely small and thin, showing his huge organ in detail.  He

was a big man anyway, but men with paunches, and lots of body

hair should not wear so little, she thought.  



Angie angered Stephanie because she took delight in giving Harold

erections by sitting in his lap.  When she'd get up, Stephanie

had to look away.  She was also upset by her mother's obvious

flirtations, and thought her bikini was obscene and worse than

being naked.  Barbara's bikini was little more than knitted

patches connected by string that sometimes covered her nipples

and vagina.  A good portion of her shaved pubic mound showed and

her ass was completely bare, the crotch string going inside the

crack.  Even though the suit was a gift given to Jerry by the

Honeycuts when told of the campout, Stephanie thought wearing it

in public would be improper and might be a test they would fail

if her mother actually wore the suit.  Barbara laughed her

prudish daughter's concerns off. 



Stephanie spent much of her time talking with Emily and helping

prepare the evening meal.  She cleaned the RV for her.  She

talked to the other women in camp and offered her help with their

housekeeping chores as well.  She apologized to everyone about

her mother's bikini, and explained that she thought she had to

wear the suit as it was a gift of the Honeycuts.  She made

excuses for Angie's outrageous behavior as well.  She didn't have

to make excuses for her father.  He was never around. 



Jerry just couldn't mix well with any group.  The men shunned

him, and the women gave him scant attention.  They preferred

their own groups.  The women talked about soaps, and gossip, and

their stupid husbands making fools of themselves over the young

stuff in camp.  He knew his acceptance would depend solely on how

his family was received.  His strategy was to keep a low profile and let the

girls do their thing.  He took long walks in the woods.  



No one seemed upset with Barbara over the suit she wore.  No wife

said anything to him or her about flirting with their husbands.  

Jerry agreed with Stephanie, the suit was too obscene and being

naked would be less obscene.  He also agreed with Barbara--Harold

Honeycut wanted to see her in the suit, only the suit, and

nothing but the suit.  Barbara came prepared to wear nothing but

the suit for two weeks if that was what Harold wanted.  



As soon as they arrived at the camp, Barbara put the suit on and

received confirmation that her analysis was correct.  Harold and

Emily praised the suit, and her in it.  Barbara told Jerry that

one of the wives took her aside and suggested she get friendly

with the guys--very friendly if she wanted to make a good

impression.  Barbara took that advice to heart, and Jerry gave

his approval after watching the wives react to a few test

flirtations.  They were amused, but no one looked upset--no one

except Stephanie.  



After Barbara got the nod from Jerry, her actions floored

Stephanie.  Stephanie saw her mother french kiss the VP of

marketing while he squeezed her bare ass.  Late in the afternoon,

she saw her mother enter one of the RVs with the owner.  They

stayed inside for over an hour, and everyone in camp saw the

vehicle rocking in a steady rhythm.  When she emerged, sweaty,

with parts of both nipples showing, and the crotch patch stuck to

her pussy with gooey white cream, she got applause on exiting. 

Thankfully, her father was not in camp.



When nightfall came, and everyone turned in, the Spratworthys

learned how a one bedroom RV slept six.  The small dining table

dropped to bench seat level and cushion sections turned the

platform into a small bed.  The sofa, across from it, made

another small bed when the back cushions were placed on the

dining table.  A narrow walkway ran between the two beds.  



Naturally, Jerry and Barbara took one, the sofa bed, and the

girls had to sleep together in the other.  Barbara knew the shit

would start the first time skin touched skin in the cramped space

of the three foot wide bed.  Harold would not run the power all

night.  With no air conditioning, they all slept with as little

on as possible and no cover.  Jerry wore only PJ bottoms. 

Barbara wore nothing at all.  Angie wore only her father's T-

shirt, no panties, and Stephanie wore a PJ top with panties and

PJ short bottoms.  



The Honeycuts retired to their private quarters in the rear, and

slept in a king size bed with a battery operated fan blowing cool

air on them all night long.  Surprisingly, the girls drifted

right to sleep.  Stephanie was an easy sleeper anyway, and Angie

was exhausted.



Jerry and Barbara curled up spoon fashion with Barbara on the

aisle.  They snuggled close, looking at their sleeping beauties

by the light shining in from several Coleman lanterns hung from

tree limbs.  They talked in whispers.  Barbara said, "I wish I

had a picture of this to show Angie.  She'd shit."



Angie was sprawled with her arm across Stephanie's breasts.  Her

cocked left leg rested above Stephanie's mound and had pulled up

Stephanie's PJ top getting there.  They laid cheek to cheek, like

lesbian lovers, and both parents could see that Angie wore no

panties. Their heads faced in opposite directions from the girls,

so they had a good view of Angie's pussy.  Jerry said, "We must

get a picture before we leave, but we can't be digging through

our stuff now."



"Jerry, look at Angie's pussy.  That has to make you horny."



"Barbara, I'm shocked.  What kind of man do you think I am? 

Besides, I saw it three times today, and I wasn't in camp that

much.  The girl is asking for it, and there are plenty of men

here willing to give it to her."



Jerry had a growing hardon that he slipped out through the slit

in his PJs, then pressed to Barbara's pussy, his signal that he

wanted in.  Barbara said, "Jerry, I wouldn't, unless you like

sloppy seconds."



"What?  You had sex?"



"You said it was okay to be friendly.  Well, someone wanted to

get very friendly."



"Who?"



"Steve Clements."



"Where?"



"In his RV."



"How?  Didn't anyone notice?"



"Jerry, I'm afraid everyone noticed, even Stephanie.  She's

pretty upset with me.  I see you're still hard.  You can't be too

upset."



Jerry reached between her legs and felt the slimy wetness, then

eased his cock inside.  Barbara said, "Easy, Jerry.  Every move

in this rig jostles the thing.  I don't think we're going to get

any real fucking done here, but it feels nice just having you

inside me."



"You would be content with this; you already got yours."



"Don't be jealous, Jerry.  I fucked him for us."



"I don't mind telling you it is a bit disconcerting feeling

another man's semen in my wife's pussy."



"I don't mind telling you, I like how that sounds.  Look on the

bright side.  Steve made my pussy nice and slippery for you."



"A lot of good that does me when I can't move."



"You can move a little; just go very slow.  I think this feels

wonderful, like your cock is soaking in my lover's sperm.  Would

it upset you if I frigged off?"



"Yes, damnit.  If I can't get off, you can't."



"Jerry, stop.  I heard something.  I think..."



The two laid still feigning sleep as the door to the bedroom

creaked open.  Through slitted eyes, they watched Harold move

cautiously down the aisle.  When he came near, they saw he was

naked, sporting a formidable erection.  He glanced their way,

then studied the girls.  He bent from the waist, putting his

naked ass inches from Barbara's face, then stood with Stephanie's

limp body in his arms.  He turned and carefully made his way to

the bedroom, eased inside, then closed and locked the door.



Barbara and Jerry sat up and looked at each other, unable to

believe what they'd just seen.  Stephanie's muffled outcry tore

right through them.  "Jerry, do something."



"What?"



"I don't know, but we can't let him do this.  Jerry, what are we

going to do?"



"I don't know."



"You don't know?  Are you prepared to let him rape Stephanie?"



"You tell me what to do, Barbara.  Are you prepared to return to

the work place?  Do you know what my chances are of finding

another local job in the next two years.  Zilch, Barbara, zero. 

Tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."



They heard a bare ass spanking, a hard spanking accompanied by

Stephanie's muffled cries.  Barbara said, "Damn, they're beating

her."



"It's just a spanking."



"If it were your ass it would be just a spanking.  The nerve of

those two.  Who do the think they are?  The must know we hear

everything."



"Yeah, you'd think he owned us."



Barbara shushed Jerry and said, "Hold still.  Be quiet.  Feel

that?  He's fucking her, Jerry."



"No shit.  God damn, is he nuts?  Emily must sleep like a rock."



"Or she's holding Stephanie's legs apart for him.  Hey, stop

fucking me, you asshole.  Our daughter is getting raped."



"If we're not going to stop it, they sure won't notice our

movement.  Angie is dead to the world."



"How can you even think of sex at a time like this?"



"Barbara, a time like this is during a rape.  How can I not think

of sex.  Didn't you see that man's cock?"



"I saw.  Still, it doesn't seem right, screwing through our

daughter's rape."



"Come on, Barbara, I'm horny as hell.  We may not get another

chance like this."



"Jack off, then.  No one will feel that either."  Barbara pulled

her cunt off Jerry's cock and said, "Shush.  I want to listen."



They both listened, and they both heard Stephanie crying as the

rocking motion intensified.  Jerry's cock wilted, but he soon

became aware that Barbara was rubbing her clit.  He said, "What

the fuck are you doing?  Is this any time to think of sex?"



"I thought you were going to jack off."



"Not if I can fuck."



"You can't.  Jack off.  I can't pay attention if you're fucking

me."



"Jesus Christ.  My wife goes out and screws her ass off in front

of everyone.  My boss and his wife are raping my daughter, and I

have to jack off next to my wife who is frigging her cunt to my

daughter's rape."



"Jack off quietly."



"Shit!"



Jerry and Barbara both achieved their orgasms, then went for

another as the motion of the RV became a hard rock and roll. 

They listened to the activity going on in the bedroom for over an

hour, then assumed sleeping poses when the noise and motion

stopped.  Seconds later, the bedroom door opened, and Harold

emerged carrying Stephanie.  When they got close, the stunned

couple saw that Stephanie was nude and shiny.  Harold set her on

the bed and accidently woke Angie.  He quickly made his return,

and got behind closed doors.  



Angie got up on one arm and looked at her sister.  Stephanie was

on her stomach, crying softly in the pillow.  Her skin looked wet

all over.  Angie said, "Oh, shit, you reek.  Yuck, you're all

slimy.  Oh, shit, you're disgusting.  You're getting that shit

all on the bed, you dumb slut."  With that, she pushed on

Stephanie's ass with a stiff finger, and Stephanie rolled off the

bed, landing with a hard thud on the floor.



Barbara sat up and swung her legs over the edge, mindful not to

step on Stephanie who was lying on her back, sobbing softly. 

"Angie, sometimes, you can be the coldest bitch.  Can't you see

your sister has been raped?"



"No, I can't.  I wasn't about to look between her legs.  All I

know is she smells like low tide and is covered in slime."



"Stephanie, get up, baby.  Come on, let's get you in the bathroom

and get you cleaned up."



Jerry said, "Do you think that's wise?  They might hear."



"I hope they do.  They might expect us to keep quiet about this,

but they can't expect us not to clean her up.  Stand up,

Stephanie.  That's a girl.  Oh, God, Jerry, she's wet

with...with, sex fluids, I think.  What the hell were they doing

in there?"



Barbara and Stephanie disappeared into the small bathroom, and

emerged twenty minutes later.  Barbara found her a T-shirt to

wear and laid her back in the bed.  Angie was asleep, and

Stephanie drifted off shortly thereafter.  Jerry waited to see

her rhythmic breathing to whisper,  "What happened?"



"She wouldn't say.  She got raped.  I know that much.  Raped

good, too: ass, mouth, and pussy.  Emily was in on it.  Her cunt

juice was all over Stephanie.  I mean, all over.  There wasn't a

dry spot on that kid."



"Did Stephanie say anything?"



"Not a word, Jerry.  She was like catatonic.  You would hve

enjoyed giving her that sponge bath.  I could place her in any

position and she'd stay that way.  If you think Angie has a cute

pussy, wait till you see Stephanie's.  I was sorely tempted to

come and get you."



"I'm glad you didn't.  I don't think she needed that added

humiliation."



"I don't think she would have known.  She was out of it, Jerry. 

If you get this promotion, a big chunk will probably go for

therapy or an abortion, possibly both.  He has two weeks to get

her pregnant.  He isn't using a condom, and we can't get

Stephanie any protection out here.  Chances are, we'll be taking

home a pregnant teenager, maybe two."



"I suppose we're resolved to let that happen?"



Barbara reached for Jerry's cock and felt its rigidity, then

said, "Yes, it would appear so.  She can't get more fucked than

she already is.  He picked the right one.  I shudder to think

what Angie would have done."



"He might get her tomorrow night."



"You're right.  We'd better have a talk with her."



The following morning, the girls were up and about when Barbara

awoke.  They were in their bikinis, headed for the lake.  Barbara

woke Jerry and said, "Look, Jerry, Stephanie looks okay."



"She looks damn fine, if you ask me.  Do you think she's

repressing?"



"How the hell should I know?"



Emily emerged from the bedroom wearing a loose-fitting robe.  She

came into the kitchen and smiled, saying, "Sleep well?"



Barbara smiled and said, "Snug as a bug.  You?"



"Never better.  Are you coffee drinkers?"



"Cream and sugar; Jerry takes it black."



Emily said, "I'll brew; you fix.  I take mine with one cream;

Harold likes two sugars."  After getting the pot brewing, she

sauntered off.



When the door closed, Jerry said, "What nerve?  Treating you like

a servant."



"Jerry, that's called class.  That's what you can do with money. 

You can have your way with a young virgin, then be waited on in

the morning by her mother, confident that she'll kiss your ass

and say nothing."



"The coffee's almost ready.  You'd better pucker up."



(end part one of three)




From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Happy Campers" 2/3
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 1995 06:32:51 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <063350Z23121995@anon.penet.fi>

"Happy Campers"  Part two of three





Day two was almost a repeat of day one, but Stephanie avoided

Emily.  She avoided everyone, in fact.  Angie was just as frisky,

and Barbara got screwed by three more campers, one while Jerry

was in camp.  When the family turned in, Barbara pressed her

naked, slimy pussy against Jerry's hard cock, and was slyly

entered with the girls still awake.  Angie and Stephanie were

fighting over who had to sleep on the aisle.  Barbara never did

get a chance to have that talk with Angie, but Angie seemed to

know what an aisle berth might bring.



Stephanie refused to give up the wall, and hugged her back to it,

fighting off Angie's attempts to dislodge her.  They were rocking

the coach, and getting loud, so Barbara had to intervene.  Before

she spoke up, she turned her head to whisper to Jerry, "How do we

handle this?"



"Beats me."



"I mean it.  Do we sacrifice the one who is already ruined and

traumatized, or offer fresh meat that might blow it for us."



"I think you just answered your own question."



"You're no help, Jerry.  Would you like the honors?"



"I can't.  Sorry."



Barbara slipped her cunt off Jerry's cock and said, "You're

sorry, all right."  In a firm voice, Barbara said, "Stephanie,

get back in your spot and let Angie have hers."



"Mom, that's not fair.  She slept here last night.  It's only

fair we take turns."



"Stephanie, don't argue.  This is your place, and that is hers. 

Don't make me get up.  I mean it, Stephanie.  Get away from that

wall.  NOW!"



Stephanie reluctantly changed places, and once they were settled,

Angie said, "This time, wash before you get back in bed."



Barbara said, "Angie, honestly, you can be such a bitch

sometimes."



"Well, I don't want that pussy slime on me.  She's the lezzie. 

She'd wear it all night if you let her."



Stephanie rolled to her stomach and buried her face in her

pillow, too ashamed to respond.  Barbara started to berate Angie

again, but Jerry nudged her and whispered, "Let her go.  I want

to hear if she has more to say."  



Barbara reached back and felt for his cock.  She closed her

fingers over his throbbing erection and gave it a sympathetic

squeeze.  They didn't wait long.  Angie, still hovering over

Stephanie taunted, "You should sleep in the nude.  They never

returned your PJ's.  At this rate, we'll run out of things to

wear to bed."  



Stephanie shrugged hard and pulled down on the hem of her T-shirt

when Angie tried to push it up her back.  "Come on, Stephanie.  I

don't know why you even bothered putting panties on.  Take them

off, at least."



Jerry eased his cock back inside Barbara's pussy, and received a

warm, wet reception.  Together, they watched Stephanie trying to

keep her panties up as Angie tried to take them off.  Everyone

froze when the bedroom door creaked open.  Stephanie froze with

her panties at her knees and her T-shirt rucked up to her

shoulder blades.  Barbara and Jerry exchanged genital squeezes

and held their breath as Harold came to stand over the girls.  



He stood staring for a full minute, then bent down and shoved a

finger up Stephanie's ass.  The terrified girl's knuckles shone

white as she clutched the cushion and groaned into the pillow. 

When Harold straightened up one minute later, he had Angie in his

arms.  On their way down the RV, they heard, "So, do you come

here often?  What's your sign?  Hey mister, take me back; I left

my teddy bear."



Barbara and Jerry could not hold back their laughs after the door

shut behind Angie.  They were muffled laughs, but Stephanie heard

them and said, "It's not funny."



Barbara stopped laughing, and said, "I know, sweetheart, but you

have to admire Angie's spunk."



"Yeah, well we'll see how spunky she is when he brings her back."



They all remained awake, listening to and feeling Angie's ordeal. 

Barbara and Jerry tried to hide their screwing, but when Barbara

came, Stephanie knew.  Afterwards, Stephanie said, "I'll bet you

guys did that while I was in there, too.  That's sick."



Barbara said, "Mind your own business, Stephanie.  You've been

giving me dirty looks for the past two days.  If you disapprove

of the way I act, look the other way."



"I've still got ears, Mother."



"Then cover them.  See no evil; hear no evil.  That's your motto,

isn't it"



"Yeah, and speak no evil.  That's what you're good at."



"Why you little bitch.  Take those clothes off.  You heard me. 

Take them off, everything."



"Mom, no.  I'm sorry."



"I said, take them off.  NOW, Stephanie!"  Stephanie reluctantly

pulled her T-shirt off, then kicked the panties down her legs. 

"Now, roll onto your back."



"Mom, please don't do this."



"Stephanie.  Do as I say."



Stephanie slowly rolled against the wall onto her back, her tits

and pubic bush shined in the subdued light.  Jerry got up on one

arm to look.  Barbara said, "Now, you stay that way.  They might

want you again, and I want you to be ready.  If he does take you,

we're going to fuck.  That's right, Stephanie, I said fuck. 

We're going to fuck to your rape, and then we'll be silent about

it, because that's what we're good at."



"Mom, please don't do this.  I said I was sorry.  I am truly,

truly sorry.  I can't let him find me like this.   He'll think I

want it."



"That's the idea, Stephanie.  I want him to think you want it.  I

want to get fucked again.  Fucking to Angie's rape isn't as much

fun as fucking to yours.  She probably does like it."



Stephanie gave up.  Barbara gave up her torment as well.  They

all listened and rocked to the rhythm of rape.  One hour and

thirty minutes later, the bedroom door opened.   Stephanie let

out a tense squeal, and stiffened.  Barbara and Jerry watched

through squinted eyes as Harold laid Angie's wet and glistening

body beside Stephanie.  He stood looking at Stephanie, then

reached over to finger her pussy.  He fingered her for several

minutes, then stood erect and departed.  When the door shut,

Stephanie pushed Angie off the bed.  She landed on the floor with

a thump, then slowly sat up, saying, "All right, I deserved that. 

Sorry sis."



Barbara and Jerry sat up as Angie struggled to her feet.  Barbara

said, "What happened in there, Angie?"



"I don't want to talk about.  I just want to get this fucking

slime off of me."



"Angie, what did I tell you about using that word?"



"Look, I've just had all my cherries popped by the biggest dick I

ever imagined.  I should have the right to say fuck.  In fact,

I'm going to say fuck all the way to the shower."



Barbara got up and said, "I'll help you wash, Angie."



"I can wash myself, Mother."



"You can't get everywhere with a sponge bath.  At least let me do

your back."



"I'm not taking no fucking sponge bath.  I'm taking a fucking hot

shower, a long, hot, mother fucking shower.  If they don't like

it, they can go fuck themselves.  I'll fill the fucking tank

myself.  I earned this shower."  With that, Angie entered the

bathroom.



Barbara turned to Stephanie and said, "She looks pretty spunky to

me."



"I'm not surprised.  She finally indulged her secret lesbian

desires and got rid of her cherries at the same time.  Trust me. 

She earned a shower."



"Stephanie, do you really think Angie has lesbian urges? 

Seriously."



"I know she does.  Mom, she is always trying to get at my vagina,

and she rubs hers on me.  It's not the other way around.  That

scene in the car came when she tried to get her hand up my skirt. 

When I pulled her hand out, she started that scene to teach me a

lesson.  I guess she figures that if she keeps up, I'll

eventually stop stopping her and let her have her way."



Barbara said, "I think that's great.  I think you should let her

have her way with you."  



"Why doesn't that surprise me?"



"I could order you to cooperate."



"You don't have to.  I've been thinking about this a lot lately. 

It really wouldn't put me out any, and I know how much she wants

it.  I almost gave in on the ride over to the plant, but you and

Dad were in the car.  If it turns you on, and I can make up to

you for acting bratty, I'll cooperate.  I'll let her do what she

wants whenever we're alone.  You have my word, and you know I

won't lie."



"Yes, but will you reciprocate?"



"Do you mean, do her?"



"Yes, Stephanie.  Will you lick your sister's pussy for me?"



"Mom, that's an awful thing to ask me to do.  Isn't letting her

do me enough?"



"No, it's not.  I want to see you do it tonight, when she comes

out, before she starts anything with you.  I want to watch you

initiate this.  We both do."



"Gosh, Mom.  Right here, in front of you and Dad?"



"Yes.  I want you to make up to her for all the torment you've

put her through.  You'll be making up to me too, for making me

feel guilty about screwing other men."



"But, Mom, I'm not into that sort of thing."



"I don't care.  I want to see you convince Angie that you have

turned lesbian with a deep desire to serve as her pussy slave. 

In fact, I want to hear you put it to her that way, and tell her

she needn't do anything to you in return."



"Oh, God, Mother.  You don't know what you're asking.  She'll be

impossible to live with."



"I know; I love it."



"Mom, no, please!  Anything but that.  Not her pussy slave. 

That's sick."



"Stephanie, I can make your home life miserable if I want to.  I

can make you wish you were a pussy slave."



"Oh, all right.  I'll give you what you want, but I'm only doing

this for you, to make up.  Here she comes.  Pretend you're

asleep."



Angie walked down the aisle rubbing her wet hair in a towel.  She

stopped to look at her parents feigning sleep, then looked at

Stephanie, lying naked in the bed.  "Are they asleep?"



"Yeah.  I waited up for you.  Come on.  Lie down the way you

are."



Angie laid on the spot Stephanie patted, then eased her head to

the pillow while studying Stephanie suspiciously.  Stephanie was

up on her side, looking over Angie's body.  Angie said, "Why are

you naked, Stephanie?"



"I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable.  I know what you went

through."



"So?  Stephanie, why are you looking at me like that?  Are you

okay?"



Stephanie placed her left hand on Angie's right breast and

squeezed gently.  Angie watched her sister's fingers move up to

the nipple and come together, gliding softly to the hard point. 

Angie said, "Stephanie, why are you doing that?  What gives?"



Stephanie bent her head and kissed Angie's nipple, then sucked

the nipple.  Angie said, "What the fuck are you doing?"



Stephanie kissed her way down Angie's body.  Angie watched her

progress as Stephanie's lips neared her pubic bush.  She said,

"If this is a tease, I'll wait till you're asleep then sit on

your face and piss in your mouth."



Stephanie crawled down, spread Angie's legs, then planted a

sucking kiss to her sister's clit.  This brought Angie up to her

elbows for a look as Stephanie laid prone between Angie's legs,

bringing her face in line with Angie's pussy.  Stephanie looked

up at her sister over the mons and smiled, saying, "Angie, I want

to be your pussy slave.  You don't need to do anything to me in

return.  This is no tease, so please don't pee in my mouth."  



With that, Stephanie licked up through Angie's slit several

times.  Angie brought her knees up and laid them flat, framing

her sex with her hands laid palm down on her inner thighs,

saying, "Far fucking out!  Go for it, Sis.  Suck my pussy.  Suck

his sperm out.  That's it, Sis.  Lick my spermy fuck hole, my

little cunt slave.  You're lucky I took a piss in the shower, or

you'd be sucking piss right now.  Suck my clit.  Suck it hard and

flick it with your tongue.  Yes, just like that.  Suck harder;

flick faster.  Oh, yes.  Oh yes.  Oh, Yes!  Oh!  Ugh!  Oh!  Fuck,

yes!  Suck it, bitch!"



Angie strained up with her pelvis raised high in her release and

Stephanie followed.  Angie ground her spasming pussy on her

sister's sucking mouth, then collapsed.  Stephanie immediately

fastened her mouth to Angie's cunt hole and licked while sucking. 

She licked as Angie languished in her post-orgasmic stupor, head

lolling on the pillow.  Stephanie licked Angie's pussy for five

minutes, even after Barbara sat up and said, "It looks like you

were right about Stephanie."



Angie turned her head and smiled blissfully.  She said, "I told

you so.  Look at her, Mom.  She loves licking my pussy.  I told

you she was queer for me, but you wouldn't believe me.  You

believe me now, don't you?"



Barbara sat up and swung her feet to the floor.  She leaned

forward and peered down on Angie's wide spread and the mouth

serving it without shame.  Barbara pressed down on Angie's

nearest inner thigh for a better look.  Stephanie laid her head

on the opposite thigh so she faced her mother while licking

Angie's slit from anus to clit.  Angie brought her fingers down

and splayed her cunt lips to offer an even better view, pulling

her lips apart for her sister's tongue.  



Barbara watched Stephanie's long tongue lick through the interior

of Angie's open slit, then used one of her own fingers to open

the hole wider.  Stephanie's stiffened tongue entered the hole as

Barbara said, "Well, a picture is worth a thousand words.  I'm

glad you are willing to let her slake her lesbian desires on you,

Angie.  You're a good sister."



"I couldn't let her suffer." 



"No, that would be cruel."



"She wants to be my pussy slave."  



"Well, I want you to know that your father and I will support you

if you'll go along.  There's no need to hide this around us."



"I guess I could play along, if that's what you and Dad want."



"Will you see that she gets all the pussy she needs from now on? 

We don't want her going outside our home to hunt dykes.  I'd

consider it a personal favor if you would satisfy your sister's

lesbian lusts."



"Sure, but she needs lots and lots of pussy, Mom."



"If you need help.  Let me know.  My pussy is not as cute as

yours, but to a devoted cunt lapper like Stephanie, it should do

as a between meal snack."



"You can have her right now if you want her."



"No, you give Stephanie her fill.  If she needs more, she knows

where to find my pussy.  I'm going to try and get some sleep." 

Barbara stroked Stephanie's cheek while Stephanie continued

licking.  She said, "I'm happy for you Stephanie.  You're lucky

to have such a sympathetic and loving sister.  Enjoy, sweetheart,

and don't ever be shy around us.  We all understand."



Angie laid her head on the pillow and patted Stephanie on her

head, saying, "You heard, Mom, Stephanie.  Eat your fill.  I'm

going to sleep.  If you need more pussy, get it from between

Mom's legs."



Barbara drifted off to sleep watching Stephanie serve Angie's

pussy.  She slept for an hour and awoke with a strange feeling

between her legs.  When she fully awakened, she looked down and

saw Stephanie trying to get her head between her thighs.  Barbara

rolled onto her back and let her legs fall out.  Stephanie

applied her lips and tongue to her mother's sloppy bald beaver. 

Barbara nudged Jerry awake.  Together, they watched Stephanie

suck mother cunt.  



Angie watched also, lying on her side, propped on one elbow.  She

said, "I sent her to you.  She was making my pussy sore.  I told

you, Mom.  She's insatiable when it comes to pussy.  You'll

probably have to push her away to get any sleep."



Barbara said, "She's very good at this disgusting act.  I

certainly won't get any sleep with her doing this to me.  You

know, Angie, I'm afraid we're going to have to bring in extra

help to satisfy Stephanie's lust for pussy.  I know a few adult

women who'd spread their legs for any tongue, but you must know

some girls that would help you out, don't you?"



"I know six off the top of my head.  If I spread the word around

school, I'm sure more will surface.  Stephanie is very popular

with the lezzie crowd."



"Excellent.  Then, by all means, spread the word about her. 

We're going to need all the help we can get to keep this little

cunt lapper satisfied.  I'll do the same with my circle of

friends."



Stephanie stopped licking and looked into her mother's eyes over

her hairless pubic mound.  Stephanie's eyes were pleading, but

Barbara's eyes showed no mercy.  Her mother held her cunt lips

open with one hand while stroking Stephanie's throat with the

fingers of the other.  Stephanie slumped in surrender, then

slipped her tongue deep in her mother's pussy hole as a sign of

resignation.  



Barbara said, "Stephanie approves.  She's really sucking my pussy

now.  She's so excited.  She's finally going to get all the pussy

she ever wanted, and she never has to leave the house to get it. 

Yes, baby, Mommy's going to take care of you.  Mommy's going to

take excellent care of you.  Mommy's about to give you a big dose

of pussy cum.  Oh yes!  Of fuck, yes!  Eat that pussy, baby!"



Barbara lifted her ass two feet off the cushion in a wide-beaver

stance, then ground out her climax on Stephanie's face. 

Stephanie quickly got to her knees and scooted under, sitting

back on her heels while supporting Barbara's ass.  In this

provocative position, Stephanie sucked her mother through a

powerful climax, then remained that way to lick the cum that

seeped out.  



Barbara let Stephanie take all her weight as she went limp for

the post climax cunt lapping.  Stephanie did a thorough job, and

got her face wet all over by using her face as a fuck rag.  After

languishing under that intimate attention, Barbara reset her feet

and began doing the wiping herself.  Stephanie held steady,

offering her subservient face for her mother to wipe her cunt on. 

Barbara and Angie turned to face each other with big smiles. 

Barbara said, "Having a pussy slave under our roof won't be as

bad as I thought."



"Yeah, and you know what else she'll do for you?"



"Pray, do tell"



"She'll take care of all your pussy needs.  She'll wash it, shave

it, massage it, and the best part is, she'll handle your period

for you."



"Oh, I do like the sound of that.  I suppose she wouldn't be much

of a pussy slave if she wouldn't attend a bloody one.  Oh, just

the thought gives me goose bumps.  I'm finally looking forward to

my next period.  How about you, Stephanie.  Are you looking

forward to my next period?"



Stephanie lifted her mouth off her mother's pussy and said, "Yes,

Mother.  I'll do all that for you, and more."



"I can't wait.  Let's all try to get some sleep.  Tomorrow starts

early.  I'm still not used to rising with the sun."



The others fell asleep quickly, but Stephanie could not sleep. 

Angie insisted that Stephanie serve as her pillow.  Angie removed

a shoe lace from her father's shoes, and used the lace to weave a

binding of Stephanie's two thumbs.  She then had Stephanie lie

where the pillows had been with her legs hanging in the aisle. 

She took the tail of the shoe lace and tied it securely to the

handle of the roll-out window.  Once set, Angie patted

Stephanie's tight tummy, then rested her cheek on Stephanie's

mound, smiling at her mother across the aisle.  Barbara said,

"Sleep tight, Stephanie."



Stephanie knew she'd get a fitful night's sleep.   She frequently

looked to her sleeping mother.  She knew her mother was a bit

warped, but she still loved her dearly.  Part of her motivation

and a great deal of her personal pleasure came from pleasing her

mother.  She lived her whole life to please Barbara, to win her

approval, and sucking her pussy won a great deal of praise and

approval.  Being bound by Angie also pleased her mother, so

Stephanie tried hard not to dwell on her discomfort.  



Stephanie laid awake fretting about the new life she would lead. 

She decided she had no choice in the matter, so fretting was a

waste of time.  For as long as her mother wanted her to live that

life, she knew she would live it, and live it to the best of her

abilities, all the while looking for signs of approval in her

mother's eyes.  She would be the perfect pussy slave for Angie,

playing the part outlined by her mother, the part of a lesbian

with a voracious appetite for pussy, any pussy, but Angie's

especially.  She would humiliate herself between Angie's legs

before a crowd, just in the hope that a favorable report might

reach her mother's ears.  



Stephanie slept in ten minute bites all through the night.  Angie

awoke many times during the night just to torment Stephanie's

tits and pussy.  With her mother and father fast asleep, she

indulged her lesbian desires, doing her best not to bring

Stephanie off in the process.  By morning, Stephanie not only had

a full bladder, but a burning desire for a climax.



Angie looked at Stephanie and smiled her devilish smile. 

Stephanie urgently wispered, "Please untie me.  I have to go

really bad."



Angie roughly patted Stephanie's bloated belly, then wispered,

"I'll untie you when I'm ready.  Before I do, you're going to

have to suck me off and relieve my bladder."



"I'll suck you off, Angie, but I am not going to relieve your

bladder."



"Fine, then lay there and suffer."



"Angie, that's sick.  Please, don't make me drink your pee.  That

is so gross.  You'll make me sick."



"Piss is sterile, stupid.  You won't get sick.  Bonnie Parker

drank everyone's piss at a beer bash.  She never got sick.  We'd

fill her up, and she'd go in the bathroom to stick a finger down

her throat.  She came right back for more. You did it for the

Honeycuts and didn't get sick. You will be doing it again and

again before we leave.  You'd better get used to it, cause I

ain't squatting in the woods anymore, not while I have a pussy

slave."



"Oh, all right.  I'll do it, but go slow."



"I want to go slow.  I want to drag it out as long as possible. 

You should be able to make me cum three or four times before I'm

drained.  Get busy and suck piss."



(end part two of three)



From: an101532@anon.penet.fi (Phil Phantom)
Reply-To: an101532@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Happy Campers" 3/3
Date: Sat, 23 Dec 1995 06:34:04 UTC
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"Happy Campers"  Part three of three





Stephanie rolled to her knees and elbows as Angie got into a

sixty-nine beneath her.   Angie made a wide spread for

Stephanie's mouth while toying with the cunt over her face.  She

was pleased when Stephanie started right in with a good cunt

licking pussy suck.  Stephanie got her first taste of sibling

urine as Angie enjoyed her first cum of the day.  More dribbles

and small squirts followed as Stephanie did her best to induce

another orgasm.  She was forced to work fast as the pussy she

serviced was extremely wet and threatened to spill out onto the

mattress.



The belly-down position eased the pressure, and she was able to

drink more piss than she thought she could.  She looked pregnant

when she finished, and she did bring Angie to three good cums. 

Angie was good to her word and untied her sister.  She would not

let Stephanie put any clothes on and made her wait while she got

her bikini on.  No one was up in the early morning twilight, so

Stephanie didn't protest too hard, other than to hurry Angie with

her dressing.  



Angie followed Stephanie into the woods and watched her sister

piss, followed by a finger retch that left a huge wet puddle on

the ground.  



Stephanie stepped away from the puddle and felt her trim middle

with a sigh, saying, "God, Angie, you have no idea how good that

felt.  I feel reborn.  I won't ever make the mistake of going to

bed with a full bladder again, not if I have to make room for

yours too."



Angie said, "Come on.  Let's wake up Mom and Dad.  I'm sure they

need to piss.  Come on, porta pottie.  Do your job."



"I am not doing them too.  No way."



"You're my pussy slave, and I say you take care of Mom and Dad."



"Don't push it, Angie.  I'm not doing this for you; I'm doing it

for Mom."



"I don't give a shit, so long as you do it.  Move it, pottie

mouth, before I start yelling and wake everyone up."  That threat

put a trot in Stephanie's step.  She ran to the RV with Angie

laughing behind her.



Stephanie saw Barbara lying on her back with one leg draped over

her father's bare ass.  Her naked beaver beckoned.  Not wanting

Angie to get the glory, Stephanie knelt and brought her mother

awake by licking her pussy.  Barbara struggled to a sitting

position, looking down on Stephanie's beaver-smothered face with

just her blue eyes showing.  "Good morning, Mom."



"Great, I thought I dreamed that."  She shook Jerry, saying,

"Hey, sleepy head.  Get up and look at this in the daylight."



Jerry rolled over, then sat up, staring.  Angie entered at this

time and said, "I brought the porta potie back for a refill.  Her

tanks are empty.  Fill 'er up."



"What are you talking about, Angie?"



"She drained my bladder for me, then went in the woods and heaved

it out.  She's my porta potie."



Barabra made a disapproving face, then looked into Stephanie's

eyes and said, "Did you really do that for Angie?"



"Yes, Mom.  I'll do it for you and Daddy too, if you want."



Angie said, "She's trying to get credit.  I gave her that order

as my pussy slave.  She has to do it, or she's not getting any

more pussy."



"Well, in that case, thank you, Angie.  That was so sweet of you

to share your porta potie with us."



Jerry said, "Barbara, you wouldn't."



Barbara let loose a steady stream that Stephanie eagerly sucked

down.  Barbara moaned, "Oh Christ, Jerry.  You can't imagine how

wickedly delicious this feels.  She's drinking my fucking piss. 

Get your cock ready."



Jerry sat up, moving his hips in line with Stephanie's head. 

Stephanie took all her mother had to offer, then licked her slit

clean.  With a parting kiss to her mother's clit, she went right

over and mouthed her father's organ.  He was not fully erect, so

he filled her with piss.  He was hard at the end from Stephanie's

massaging suction, so Stephanie remained to suck him to a climax. 

After licking her lips, she went back between Barbara's legs and

sucked a climax out of her.  



While lovingly lapping her mother's cunt, Barbara said, "I've

been thinking about how this porta potie thing will work.  If

Stephanie serves us, she needs to serve the Honeycuts as well. 

We are here to impress them.  Right now, I can think of nothing

more impressive."



Angie said, "She will, anyway.  We both did.  Maybe if we offer

her services, they'll leave me alone."



Jerry said, "It can't hurt.  She'll be drinking piss anyway."



Stephanie listened to the exchange knowing she had no say and her

negative input would be disregarded.  Having to serve Angie was

bad enough.  Serving her parents was worse.  Serving the

Honeycuts was worse still.  Her eyes pleaded her case while her

mother pondered the idea.  She smiled at Stephanie's obvious

consternation, then said, "We could make a lot of points that

way."



Angie said, "She should do something for all the men.  It's their

points that count."



"You're right.  We could make her stay naked.  With her having to

wave her tits, ass, and pussy in their faces all day and night,

and with the many trips to the woods she'll have to take to dump

her belly tank, she'll be rape bait."



Stephanie cried, "Oh, Mom, no!"



"Oh, Mom, yes.  I told you, Stephanie.  We like you getting

raped.  You can tell us all about it while we fuck at night."



Angie said, "Great.  I say we shave her pussy."



Barbara smiled and said, "I say we shave her head and her pussy. 

I think her bald head will look adorable between Emily's legs."



Stephanie teared up and began crying.  She begged, "Mother, no,

please, not my hair."



"I'll buy you a wig for school.  We're shaving you, Stephanie. 

Don't even try to spoil our fun.  Hand me my bag, Jerry, and get

a bar of soap and a bowel of water from the bathroom, Angie. 

Bring razors, too.  Move, damnit!  I want to surprise the

Honeycuts."



Jerry dropped the bag on Barbara's lap, then watched the scissors

emerge.  Stephanie had no time to protest, as Barbara yanked her

head down over her lap.  She grabbed handfuls of Stephanie's long

silky hair and began shearing off huge clumps.  Hair and tears

fell together.  In no time her head was a mass of short patches

of straight hair.  This is what Angie saw when she emerged with

the bowl, soap, and two razors.  She cried out, "Far out, Mom. 

That was quick.  Don't cry, Stephanie.  We'll make you pretty

again.  As pretty as you can make a porta pottie, anyway.  Here's

a razor for you, Mom."



"Jerry, get your razor and do her pussy while Angie and I do her

head.  Stephanie, you sit in my place and make Dad a good beaver. 

Hold still and stop crying, you big baby."



They completed their work in ten minutes, then handed Stephanie a

hand mirror so she could see herself.  Stephanie's first reaction

was shock, even though she was braced for a shock.  She could not

see herself in the reflection.  The bald girl was not her,

couldn't be, but it was.  Slowly she came to accept what she saw,

and she slowly gained an appreciation of the bizarre effect the

shaved head would make between a woman's legs while she served

her as a porta pottie.  Gradually, she adjusted and stopped

crying.  She then looked at her pussy, and she liked what she

saw.  Her pussy looked sexy and clean to her--qualities she'd

recently learned to appreciate.



She looked to her mother and smiled, saying, "I like it if you

do, Mom."



"Well, I like it a lot.  Now, go knock on the Honeycut's door and

offer your services."



Stephanie's face fell and turned ashen.  "Mom, no.  They'll rape

me again."



"When are you going to get it through your bald head?  I like

them raping you.  I want them to rape you.  After we get home,

I'll give them keys to our house so they can come anytime and

rape you.  Their friends can rape you.  I don't care who rapes

you, so long as you get raped well and often.  Now, go get raped. 

While you're at it, get pregnant.  Move, damnit!"



Stephanie turned to face the ominous door, then shuffled forward

stiffly.  By the time she got to the door, her mother's words

sank in three times.  By the third time, she was ready to knock. 

Emily opened the door, laughed, and dragged her inside.  The RV

began rocking and rolling almost immediately.  Jerry and Barbara

added their motion in a passionate fuck, and Angie added her

motion by masturbating to it.  To those milling about outside,

starting their morning rituals, the Honeycut RV appeared to be

traveling a bumpy road.



Fifteen minutes after Stephanie entered the bedroom, those inside

heard a knock.  They stopped.  Emily said, "Who is it, and what

do you want?"



"It's me, Barbara.  I brought your coffee the way you like it."



"Just a moment."



Barbara heard whispers and movement, then, "Bring it in."



The sight that greeted Barbara's eyes almost made her drop the

coffee cups.  All were nude as Barbara expected, but Harold had

Stephanie bent forward on her knees while pinning both arms

behind her back at the elbows with one meaty hand.  Stephanie

knelt on the mattress with her asshole in the perfect spot for

Harold's monster cock.  His cock was deep in Stephanie's ass and

plowing her hard.  Emily was reclined against the headboard with

both legs drawn up, hooked on her elbows with Stephanie's face

buried in her wide gash.  She had Stephanie by the ears and was

fucking her face into the wide open gash.  They both accentuated

the violations of her daughter as Barbara tried to get her voice. 

"Um, uh, where shall I set these?"



Emily said, "On the side table."



Barbara set the cups down on the table right beside Emily, then

turned to watch the show being performed for her benefit.  She

said, while trying to appear unaffected, "Is there anything else

I can do for either of you?"



Emily pushed Stephanie's mouth to her puckered asshole.  Barbara

watched in amazement as Stephanie got a firm seal on the wrinkled

rosebud as Emily said, "Yes, you can put that husband of yours to

work refilling our water tanks.  I'll want to shower after we

finish with your daughter, and your other daughter severely

depleted them last night with that wasteful shower she took."



"I'm terribly sorry about that Mrs. Honeycut.  I will see that it

doesn't happen again.  Jerry will keep those tanks full for you

regardless.  I do hope everything else is satisfactory."



"I'm sure you do."



Harold slammed his cock deep in Stephanie's ass, and she groaned

loudly in Emily's ass.  Emily repeatedly jammed Stephanie's head

against her cunt as Harold repeatedly rammed her ass, pulling out

to the head each time.  Barbara had her bikini on and her hand

slid to her mound, her middle finger slid under the crotch pad

and unabashedly massaged her throbbing clit under Emily's smiling

eyes.  Barbara wanted to stay and watch, but Emily said, "Well,

is there anything else?"



"Uh, oh, no, nothing.  I'll, uh, go now."  On the way out the

door, she said, "Stephanie, you be a good girl.  I don't want any

bad reports about you."



Barbara heard the unmistakable sound of two people having orgasms

right after she shut the door.  She also heard the sound of one

young lady, coughing and sputtering through moans and groans. 

Barbara leaned against the door and brought herself to orgasm

while Angie and Jerry watched with big smiles.     



After her climax, Barbara made her way to the others on wobbly

legs.  She collapsed on the bed and said, "Damn, Jerry, that girl

rapes so god damn good.  They loved her new hair style.  I need

to get laid, and you have to fill the water tanks.  Angie, you

help him.  I'll wait for Stephanie."



Stephanie emerged by herself thirty minutes later.  She looked a

sight.  Her face and tits were wet and slime-coated.  Sperm ran

to her heels from both nether holes, and her belly was as bloated

as it had been earlier.  She crept along on unsteady legs. 

Barbara did not come forward to assist her, nor offer to wash

her.  Stephanie stopped to beg for some covering.  Barbara said,

"Not no, but hell no.  You stay naked from now on.  I want you

ready to rape at all times.  Now, go empty your tank and remain

outside."



Stephanie never knew such humiliation as she experienced when she

stepped from the RV and saw the entire camp gathered to watch her

egress.  They were all smiling, laughing, clapping, or yelling

out their approval to the Honeycuts inside.  They followed her

into the woods and watched her dump her tank.  Stephanie saw her

mother talking to the wives in a tight circle, and saw their

excited reaction.  She also saw her mother being praised, patted

on the back, and kissed.  Stephanie's humiliation slowly

evaporated and was replaced with personal pride.  She followed

the ladies back to camp, walking with her head high and shoulders

back.



Stephanie was raped by every man in camp that day, often while in

a circle of campers.  She also performed her porta potie routine

for two of the women, though she performed oral sex on all the

women.  Barbara had several fucks, as did Angie.



That evening, when they settled in, they were all exhausted but

Jerry.  They placed Stephanie on the aisle ready for rape.  Angie

wore a T-shirt.  It was Stephanie's turn, and Stephanie accepted

that fact.  Still, she was not happy.  Her tension level rose as

the time drew near.  Barbara and Jerry's excitement grew as they

watched Stephanie sweat.  They were already fucking in

anticipation.  



They stopped when the bedroom door creaked open but did not

disengage.  They watched Harold advance down the aisle, pause to

look over the girls, turn to look at Barbara, then bend to scoop

Barbara in his arms.  Jerry's cock slithered out as Harold lifted

Barbara in his powerful arms.  Jerry saw Barbara's astonished and

anxious face for a brief instant before they vanished behind the

door.  For two hours the coach rocked as loud groans along with

anguished moans filtered through the door.



Barbara exited the room under her own power, but barely.  She

went straight into the bathroom and emerged twenty minutes later. 

Stephanie and Angie were sitting up, waiting to hear what their

mother had to say.  Jerry was up as well, and helped her to lie

down.  Barbara eased herself onto her back and simply stared up

at the ceiling.  Jerry said, "Honey, what happened in there?"



"I don't want to talk about it, Jerry.  Don't ask another

question.  Don't look at me.  Don't touch me.  Roll over and go

to sleep.  That goes for you girls, too.  Put your heads down and

don't make a peep."  No one made a peep.  The following morning,

no one dared bring it up, either.



The fourth day was much like the third.  By nightfall, they were

in their beds.  They once again had Stephanie ready.  Both Angie

and Barbara were wearing T-shirts and slept by walls.  Once

again, Harold came out and surveyed the girls.  When he turned to

the couple.  Barbara cringed, thinking, "He can't possibly reach

this far out and lift me over Jerry."  Still, Harold bent

forward, but he came up with Jerry.  This time, it was Barbara

who caught a glimpse of Jerry's astonished and anxious face.



When the door shut, all three girls sat up and stared at the

door.  Gradually, they moved to sit on the edges of their beds

with their legs hanging off.  When the coach began to rock,

Stephanie said, "Mom, they can't be doing to Daddy what they did

to us, can they?"



Just then, they heard, "Oh!  Ugh!  Oh God, no!  Oh Jesus!  Oh

Jesus!"



Barbara said, "That should answer your question."



"But, Mom, Daddy is a man."



"He has everything we have except a pussy.  Right now, he

probably wishes he had that."



Angie said, "Well, at least, now, we're all in this together."



Barbara reached out and placed a hand on each girl's knee,

saying, "That's right, and you girls have been fantastic

throughout.  Both of you earned new cars, and I will see that you

get them."



Angie said, "You mean Dad got a promotion."



"I don't think so, sweetheart, but that doesn't matter.  We'll

get extra money, lots of extra money.  The three of us have been

accepted into the group.  The only trouble is, we must remain in

the roles they've cast us in.  I'm sorry, Stephanie, but you are

going to remain a bald lesbian porta pottie, at least until you

leave for college."



Angie said, "But Mom, that's what she is anyway."



"No, Angie.  You know she's not, and so do I.  As for you, I am

just as sorry to tell you that you will remain a whore for the

men, seven days a week, all year long, every year until you go

into the Marine Corps or whatever.  I know you're a lesbian,

Angie, so stop pretending.  Don't worry, you can still have

Stephanie as a pussy slave."



"Oh, okay.  Oh well, I'm a lesbian whore.  At least I'm not a

bald lesbian whore."



"No, but you will be.  Emily wants you shaved.  In addition, she

wants you pregnant.  She wants Stephanie on the pill, but she

wants you pregnant.  Sorry, Angie."



"Oh great, a bald, pregnant, lesbian, whore Marine with a new

car.  Who the hell's going to ride anywhere with me."  Stephanie

and Barbara broke out laughing.



Angie said, "I don't know about you guys, but they're making me

horny.  I want Stephanie to eat me, but I want you to sit on my

face, Mom.  I've been craving your twat for years."



"Well, honey, you've known where it was all along.  Did you

actually think I'd push your head out of my crotch."



Angie flopped back and spread her legs.  She patted her pussy and

said, "Eat it, Stephanie, and eat it good."  She patted her

cheeks and said, "Put those inner thighs right here, Mom."



The girls enjoyed a three-way lesbian romp all through Jerry's

ordeal.  They were curled up in a daisy chain, mouth to cunt,

when the door creaked open.  They sat up and the girls moved to

their bed as Jerry eased into the bathroom.  When he emerged and

got between the beds, he flopped on the bed beside Barbara and

stared up at the ceiling.  Barbara said, "I know...you don't want

to talk about it."



"That's right, not a word, not one peep."



"Fine by me.  Unless you quit your job, there's nothing to talk

about anyway.  You didn't quit, did you?"



"No, and stop talking to me."



"Suit yourself, but you're still going to taste the shit you ate

whether you talk or not."



"Barbara, I don't care.  I don't want to talk about it."  



                           The End




