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Story 67 - Golden Girl By: Phil Phantom (MF, FF, INC, LEZ, TEEN, WS) 2/4
Golden Girl By: Phil Phantom (MF, FF, INC, LEZ, TEEN, WS) 2/4
I fought the urge to stop him and permitted him to remove the dress. When I stood naked once again, both boys converged on me and began crudely feeling me up. Four hands roamed my body as I said, "Okay, guys. Go ahead and have your fun, but remember what your mom said." Stevie said, "Are you gonna let us fuck you?" "We'll see. Right now, just be content to look and touch. Ouch, don't poke me there so hard, Billy. That's a pussy, not a toy. If you bust my cherry with your fingers, she'll be just as pissed. I will be even more pissed. Besides, my boyfriend will probably kick your ass if I tell him you stole his cherry with your stupid finger." Billy said, "Hey, Judy, how about beating off for us?" Stevie added, "Yeah, we'll get naked and do it too." They didn't wait for my answer. Both boys hurriedly stripped. I watched their cocks spring out in the open, marveling at what a few years of development could produce. Billy had a good six inches. Stevie had a five-inch cock that was thicker than Billy's. When nude, both boys fisted their boners at me while sporting big grins.
Billy dragged a chair over from the dining room, placed it close up in front of the sofa, and offered me the seat. I sat in the chair as they took seats on the sofa. They sat side by side and took my legs, placing them outside their bodies.
I set my feet on the sofa's edge and moved forward in the seat to get comfortable. Their eyes zeroed in on my snatch as I moved my hands down and slowly teased my cunt. My eyes were on their dicks, and I was getting very turned on, very quickly.
I said, "Mom said she saw you guys naked and saw Red fucking your mom." Billy said, "Yeah, lots of times. Mom says that your mom is a peeper. She gets off on looking. We give her plenty to look at. We jerk off for her whenever she stops over. Mom beats off for her and lets her watch guys fuck her." "What? How long has this been going on?"
"I guess about two or three months, now."
This news floored me. I said, "I thought last night was the first time."
Stevie said, "No, but it was gonna be her last. Mom told her that if she didn't let you sit for her, she'd cut your mom off."
Billy added, "Yeah, and last month, my mom told your mom that she couldn't wear a bra, panties, pants, or shorts when she stopped by, and that she couldn't say anything to us if we tried to look at her tits and pussy. Most of the time, she just wears her housecoat with nothing underneath. We untie the belt and she can't say anything. We've seen her naked lots of times."
Billy added, "Yeah, when she sits, I usually push her knees out wide. We like to sit at her feet, looking at her cunt. We jerk off while she talks to Mom. Mom gets a kick out of it too, because she knows how embarrassed it makes her. Oh, yeah, and we like to come on her, too."
I was stunned. I said, "She lets you come on her body?"
"She has to. Mom won't let her do or say anything if she wants to watch her screw. That's what really gets your old lady off, watching people screw."
"Oh, Jesus! Tell me, where do you guys come on her body?"
Billy said, "I like coming on her face; Stevie likes doing it in her hair. Sometimes, I press my dick against her lips and my stuff squirts into her mouth. Mom told her she had to hold still. She makes faces the whole time, but if she didn't really like it, she could easily seal her lips tight so none would go in. Shit, she hardly spills any. You can tell she's sucking it in and swallowing. She's so phony, but she isn't fooling anyone."
This talk really had me going. I remember the taste of their precum from when they used to press their dicks against my lips. Of course, neither of them could ejaculate back then. I always wondered what sperm tasted like. I just knew I'd like it. I said, "Billy, when you are ready to cum, will you do me like you do my Mom?" He nodded eagerly and got up.
Billy came up and pressed his cockhead to the left corner of my lips and wormed the tip just inside while I held my lips slack.
Stevie said, "Can I do it that way too?"
I nodded. He moved up on my other side. I said, "Let me know right before you let go, okay?"
They agreed, and I took advantage of the wait by licking the precum from their dicks and sucking on the heads. The taste was familiar, and I forgot how much I missed that unique taste. I couldn't wait to get my first mouthful of semen.
Billy was first to shout, "Here it comes!"
I let my lips go slack as I assumed Mom would do. Billy fisted his meat faster, keeping the tip in the crack of my lips. I was ready. Suddenly, a warm jet splashed my teeth and gums. I sucked the slimy goo into my mouth, ready for another. Another squirt quickly followed the first. I loved the pungent, salty, chlorine tasting cream and let it pool in my mouth. Only the last bit dribbled down my chin. After Billy withdrew, I swished his load around, swallowing it bit by bit. When Stevie announced he was ready, I swallowed the rest in one gulp and got poised for Stevie's offering. His was even better. His was thicker, and there was more of it.
Halfway through, I could not resist. I turned my head and took him fully into my mouth, sealing my lips tightly and sucking. Stevie groaned and pumped my mouth full. Long after he was through, I kept sucking on his spent cock while Billy got between my legs and started licking my working fingers and pussy. I came gloriously with Billy sucking hard on my clit. He was good, but not as good as Mom.
I laid there in a wonderful post-orgasmic daze while Billy licked my pussy. I thought about my mother and the secret life she led. I found it quite exciting imagining her having to put up with their abuse in order to feed her perverse desires. Her sudden change made a lot of sense. I knew she must need her special sex fix pretty badly if she was willing to surrender me to perverts. I felt like helping her. I knew Brad would cooperate, not to mention the two boys, maybe even Red.
After a break, I sat between the boys while they fondled me and I lazily stroked their cocks. I wanted to hear more about Mom. Billy laid out the long history. I could see how Susan gradually took Mom deeper and deeper against her will, constantly feeding her perversion. Mom went through a great deal of anxiety with each new escalation and was still not comfortable with allowing minor boys to abuse her modesty.
Red was especially hard on Mom. He would not perform unless she was naked, between the boys. He made her masturbate throughout their fuck. Mom had to lay her legs over the laps of the boys and finger-fuck herself. This told me how desperate she was. Mom is very inhibited, especially regarding masturbation, and the boys make her terribly self-conscious.
The most recent escalation came when Susan told Mom she had to let the boys touch her freely. This meant that they could not only press their dicks against her lips, but also, she got her tits and pussy worked over pretty good. She really hated having to endure a finger up her ass, so that's what they did mostly.
Billy told me that along with the threat to cut her off if I didn't return to sitting, if I didn't put out to her boys, Mom would have to start putting out.
She had until Saturday to get me to fuck them. She was scheduled to fuck the boys on Saturday night if I didn't come across by then. Furthermore, she'd have to do it at a party with several couples and six men from Red's car lot watching. They even planned to film the whole thing and pull a train on her afterward. Mom only knew about a few people being present to watch. She didn't know she'd be pulling a train or that the event would be captured on film. Billy ended by saying, "So, you see, you better let us fuck you."
I had decided to give up my cherry to the boys after resting. I didn't really think Brad was into taking my cherry. He never even asked if I had one. I figured the boys had cocks that were perfect for a first-time screw. The news about Mom's ultimatum threw a new twist in the deal. I had to think about this.
They lost out for that night, anyway.
We played with each other for four hours. I sucked them off three more times each, and my pussy and tits got a thorough workout. Susan came home alone, and immediately checked for my hymen. She said, "So, you guys couldn't talk her out of it, huh? Too bad. This really is prime pussy she has here."
I was standing next to Susan while she fingered me. I had thrown on the dress when I heard the car pull up. She kept fingering my pussy and massaging my clit while she talked to the boys, treating me as though I were a mannequin. I loved it. She asked, "Well, did you guys have a good time, anyway?"
Billy said, "Hell yeah, she loves sucking our dicks. She swallows, too."
Stevie said, "Yeah, she loves it. She let us finger-fuck her ass and pussy all we wanted. She even let us fuck her asshole with a cucumber."
"Oh, she did, did she?" Susan glanced at the medium size cuke lying on the floor by the sofa. The cuke was bigger than either of the boys' dicks. Her finger trailed down my crack to my asshole and slipped in easily to the palm. She said, "That went in easy. Nice ass." I clenched down on her finger by tightening my sphincter muscle, and Susan said, "Oooh, nice! Red will adore poking your fanny. He loves a good butt fuck. Now, I wish I'd invited him in."
Susan withdrew her finger and ushered the boys off to bed. When she returned, she confronted me, saying, "So, they told you the deal?"
"What makes you say that?"
"If you'd take that cuke, but balk at their cocks, you must have a reason that has nothing to do with protecting your cherry. You know the deal, don't you?"
"Yes, they told me everything."
"And now you don't want to save Mommy?"
"I'm thinking about it."
"You could have let them have your ass. That would not have let her off the hook."
"I wish I'd known that. I wasn't sure."
"Yes, I specifically told her that you have to let them fuck your cunt. She understands that."
"Susan, do you really think Mom will go along with this party thing if I don't let them fuck my pussy?"
"Honey, I know she will. She's hooked good and solid. It's not just me she gets to watch. I also set her up with my friends. I'm a swinger, as if you didn't know. We like having her watch, but she will have to pay the price of admission. She knows I'll cut her off .... So, you're thinking about letting her down, huh?"
"It crossed my mind."
"I like that. I'd like it even better if you fucked the boys right after she paid up. It would be the perfect way to cap off the evening. Mommy could watch her little girl in action, too late to do her any good. Are you doing anything Saturday night?"
"I am, now. Susan, can I bring my boyfriend?"
"Sure, if he can be cool and keep this to himself. I want Billy and Stevie to fuck you first, okay?"
"Yeah, I was kind of hoping you'd let Brad in on the train. He's nuts about Mom."
"Ooh, I like your style, kiddo. Sharing Mommy with your boyfriend, now that takes class. I see there's a bit of your mother in you, too. Would you like to see Mommy going down on some pussy. I taught her myself. She's very good." I giggled and said, "Yes, I know. She's done it to me twice. You taught her well."
Susan laughed and clapped her hands together, saying, "Wonderful, I see a mother/daughter act in our future. They are very popular, you know. Oh, I have the perfect setup. Imagine this, Judy. You and your mother, buck-assed naked, in a sixty-nine, with her kneeling over you on all fours licking your twat while the guys pull a train on her. You'd have a terrific view, and it would certainly inspire the guys."
"Oh, God, Susan! That sounds positively filthy. I love it. Man what a view! All those cocks from up close. All that fuck juice falling on my face. Shit, that might inspire me to suck her pussy for her. I'm not into eating pussy, but if it was covered with sperm, I think I'd like it. She's dying to get her pussy sucked."
"Yes, I know. I'm not into it either. I love having it done to me, though, especially by a straight female. Don't worry, you'll get all the little spermies you ever wanted if you go along with this. I love sucking a fucking couple and then going down on the chick after he pumps her cunt full of cum. It's the only way I'll eat a cunt. Say, I've got a snatch full right now. Interested? It's Red's. His cum is very tasty."
With that, she stepped back and hoisted her skirt, baring her sperm-soaked beaver. I always thought Susan had a beautiful cunt. Now, her shaved and tattooed pussy looked delicious. I hesitated for only a moment, then dropped to my knees. Susan raised one leg and rested her foot on the arm of the sofa. She thrust out her snatch, saying, "Go for it, baby!"
I began by lapping the long runs seeping down her inner thighs, working my way up. When I got to her cunt, I delicately pried her puffy lips apart to look at the sperm oozing out. I licked at the drops as they formed on her pink tissue, then lapped long passes up through her slit from asshole to clit. She was right.
Red's sperm was yummy and didn't taste too much like pussy. I loved licking Susan's spermy twat and scooted lower, pressing my face in tight to her open gash.
Susan mouthed obscene words of encouragement, calling me her little cunt-sucking whore. Her words excited me further; I licked harder and deeper. She went on, "Oh, yes, sweetie, lick my cunt good. Oh, baby, you are going to be my little whore. I'll get you more cock than you ever dreamed, and lots of fresh-fucked pussy, for sure."
I wallowed in her cunt, loving her lewd declarations. I inspired her to go on.
She said, "You just take care of me and my boys, and I'll take good care of you and your mommy. I want her to hand each of them a key to your house and invite them to stop by, anytime, to take either of you any way they want you. I want to give them a pair of three-holer whores to play with. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Judy?"
I broke off momentarily to eagerly say, "Oh, yes, I love it, especially if it includes my mother."
"That, I can promise you. Even if you decided to let her off by fucking the boys before Saturday, I'd still get her. I would just postpone the party one week, that's all."
I stood and smiled, saying, "You are devious, Susan. That's what I love about you. I'm so excited. I'm going to make her lose the deal, but I want my ass fucked. That will drive her nuts, knowing I'm letting them fuck my ass but not my pussy. I can't wait for tomorrow."
"You don't have to. Billy and Stevie have been watching us all this time from the stairs. Do you want to break that ass cherry?"
I glanced up and saw them leering at us and smiled. I turned to Susan and said,
"Yes. Call your little ass fuckers down here."
"Get that dress off and assume the position." She turned to the stairs and shouted, "All right you sneaks. Get your little asses down here right now. Judy has a present for you."
The boys scampered down, still naked, still sporting erections. Susan offered, "Fuck her ass, boys. Billy, you go first. Stevie, why don't you let her suck you while Billy is getting his. I'm going to load some film in the camera."
Billy entered me with a little difficulty, but my ass felt wonderful being stuffed with real meat. He pounded hard and came quickly. Stevie felt even bigger and lasted longer, fucking me for fifteen minutes while Susan took many pictures. The last few were taken while lying on her back beneath me with her head at my crotch and her spread beaver laid out before my hanging head. I couldn't resist and dove on her snatch, sucking her like mad.
Susan heaved up and held her ass a foot off the carpet for my clit sucking.
Billy took the camera from her and took two shots of me with her clit in my mouth, sucking through a smile.
When we stood at the door, Susan and I kissed like lovers. I said, "You know, I can't wait to tell Mom that I ate your pussy, twice. That will really bug her when I don't offer to do her the next time she does me."
Susan smiled her devious smile and said, "Look, if you really want to get to her, the next time I stop over, get on your knees, throw back my skirt, and just start lapping away. I'll act cool, as though your lapping my cunt is the most natural thing for you to do. She'll die."
"Oh, yes, I love it. I'll go one better. Suppose I strip naked first and masturbate while I'm eating you."
"Yes, that's even better. There's another thing you can do to freak her out, but it might be beyond you. I'm not sure I should even share this."
"Oh, please do!"
"All right, but I warned you. Okay, the next time Mommy has her mouth fastened over your cunt, let some piss dribble out. Not much, just enough to let her know it's piss."
"Oh, no, I couldn't."
"Sure you can; I do all the time. Hell, Judy, the last few times your mom went down on me, I emptied my bladder, and my bladder was full. She drank it all, never once voicing an objection."
"Oh, gross. That's so dirty. Are you sure she knew you were pissing."
"Hell yes, she knew. Piss is actually quite clean; it's sterile, in fact. In the old days, doctors used it to wash wounds on the battlefield. And yes, she knows I'm pissing. Honey, sometimes, I piss a long hard stream that makes her choke and sputter. She knows. Besides, we usually sit and drink coffee for hours at a time. I never go to the bathroom, though she has to go every ten minutes. She goes for both of us, and she knows it."
"God, that is so bizarre."
"It's quite nice for me. Whenever I get the urge to piss, all I have to do is hike my skirt and widen my legs. Your mother knows that's the signal that I need to piss. She drops right down and glues her lips to my piss hole--not my clit, not my fuck hole, my piss hole. She nurses for a while before I let her have a squirt. I like to give my piss to her one squirt at a time, dragging out the piss for ten minutes or so."
"You are blowing my mind, Susan."
"On some occasions, I just pee freely. She can keep up with as fast as I can piss and never lose a drop. At other times, I have dragged pissing out for over an hour. She will not get her lips off my pisser until I say, 'I'm finished.' We never established any rules about this, it just sort of evolved that way. Now, do you still have any doubts?"
"No, but I just can't believe she'd willingly do that."
This news was the shocker of shockers. I could accept my mother's deviations, but imagining her willingly sucking piss was so far out, it boggled my mind. I mean, she was such a lady, so classy and together, always proper, never used foul language, blushed at the slightest provocation. Just hearing a dirty word come from her mouth had shocked me when I first heard it. Now, I learn she loves to drink a slut's piss, right from her pussy.
Susan continued, "She didn't, at first. It took a while to condition her. At first, I just dribbled the whole time she ate my cunt. I gradually worked up to squirts. It was just a few weeks ago that I could freely let go and know she'd take it all. We never talk about it; we just do it."
"Do the boys know that Mom drinks your piss?"
"They see her going down on me all the time. In fact, I love making her eat me when they are around. She hates doing it in front of anyone, but they don't know I'm pissing. I'd like to let them in on it, but I don't think she's ready for that level of humiliation. She's close, though. One day, I plan to show her off at a party. I'll have her kneel at my feet and open wide. I'll piss in her open mouth so everyone can see her drink my piss down. That day is coming. Would you like to witness something like that?"
"Oh, God yes! I'd love to see that."
"Look, if you dare, why don't you give Mommy a squirt next time she has her mouth over your piss hole. She'll drink yours too, I guarantee it."
"Do you really think so?"
"Absolutely, just start off slow and build up. Before long, you will be peeing as fast as you want, and Mommy will drink all you have to offer. Do try it. She gets of on sucking piss. I can tell. Look, all this talk about pissing has me ready to let loose a torrent. Unless you'd like to try some, you better let me go."
The idea did have a perverse appeal. I said, "Could you just give me one little squirt. I'd like to try it, a little."
"Honey, if I start, I'm afraid there will be no stopping. Really, I'm about to burst. I'd drench you. Say, did you ever have a golden shower?"
"You mean have someone piss on me? No."
"It's never too late to try. You could go home drenched in piss. How would you like to tell Mom that you knelt to kiss my pussy good night, and I started pissing in your mouth? You could say I filled your mouth then kept pissing in your face and on your head after you pulled away."
"Do it, Susan! Yes, I want you to soak me. Should we go to the bathroom?"
"No, why not do it on the landing. No one says good night in the bathroom. There is the possibility she may be watching from the house."
"Someone else might see us."
"They might, not likely though. We'll wait till it's clear. Besides, who really cares? There's only your house and two others with a view."
"All right. Let's do it. I'm ready."
We stepped out into the cool night and looked up and down the street. No one was out, and there were no cars approaching. I took a deep breath, dropped to my knees, and sank back on my heels, praying that my mother was peering through the drapes.
Susan smiled, lifted her skirt high, and hunched her cunt up to my face. I fastened my mouth to her pussy and my mouth instantly filled with warm, beer piss. I held a mouthful and backed off into the strong flow. Piss poured in a steady stream and splashed over my face as Susan maneuvered about my head. She then moved around, wetting me in long squirts that covered every inch of my dress. My hair became matted to my wet face. I swallowed my mouthful of piss and began laughing uncontrollably as Susan kept squirting me in the back of my head.
She came back around to my front and offered her cunt once more, saying, "I still have a few squirts left. Want another drink?"
She pissed in my face as I closed in on her twat. I pressed my lips to her piss hole and nursed the remainder. I gave her clit a parting suck and stood on wobbly legs, dripping wet with her piss. I smiled and said, "Thanks for everything, Susan. Your golden shower wasn't bad at all. I wouldn't mind doing that again."
"Like mother, like daughter. You run along. I'm sure your mother is waiting up."
I ran the short distance and entered our house out of breath. Mom was waiting up and came right over, mistaking my quick breaths as some sort of traumatic reaction. She started to hug me to her and then realized I was soaking wet. She then realized I'd been pissed on. She said, "Oh my God, Judy! What happened?" I caught my breath and gave her a smile. This seemed to calm her. I said, "That crazy Susan pissed on me when I went to kiss her pussy good night at the door."
"You kissed her pussy?"
"Well, after going down on her twice, it seemed the thing to do. I never thought she'd piss in my mouth, though."
"Did she make you eat her pussy?"
"No, I did that on my own. She came home with Red's sperm running down her legs.
I was just going to lick Red's sperm from her thighs, but once I started, I couldn't stop. There was so much still in her pussy, and his cum was taking forever to seep out. I couldn't wait. Mom, I discovered that I absolutely love sperm. It is the most delicious stuff. I sucked both boys off four times each."
Mom brought a towel over and dried my hair after removing my dress. She patted me down and moved low, dropping to her knees. I could see the lust in her eyes as she visually examined my pussy, looking for signs of a recent fuck. I teased her by keeping my legs together, making her request that I open my stance. She did, and I complied, standing out wide and thrusting my cunt out with my hands supported on my hips. I said, "Can you see better now?"
She cast me a wry look, then returned her eyes to my pussy, using her finger to poke and pry. She said, "Honey, didn't those boys fuck you? It doesn't look like they did."
"Yeah, they both fucked me. They fucked me, good--in my ass."
Her eyes shot up. She said, "You let them screw you in the ass but not in the pussy?"
"Yeah, I'm saving my cherry for Brad."
"Are you going to give it to him on Friday?"
"I doubt it. Not on the first date. That would be tacky. I think I should wait another week, you know, just so it looks right."
Mom could not hide her disappointment. Finally, she said, "Turn around and let me see if your ass is okay, dear."
"Sure Mom." I turned, spread my legs, and bent way over until my head was inverted, looking back at her from my knee level. I reached behind, pulled my cheeks apart, and watched her eyes grow wide, staring at my abused asshole.
I said, "Is this better? See everything?"
"I see just fine, thank you." She dabbed sperm from my leaking hole, then surprised me by inserting her index finger deep, saying, "It looks well-used, all right. Is the hole tender?"
"A little." When she withdrew, I stood and turned around, keeping my feet out wide, offering her a good look at my pussy. I managed to move closer while turning. She was sitting back on her heels with her eyes riveted to my twat. I surreptitiously advanced close by scrunching my toes, slowly closing the small gap.
While doing this, I teased her by saying, "Was I a good girl, Mommy? Are you proud of me? I was very nasty with them. They loved my pussy. I let them do anything but fuck it. They even took lots of pictures of my spread beaver from up close. I masturbated for them and everything. I was real slutty, just like you wanted. That is what you wanted, wasn't it?"
I brushed my clit over the tip of her nose. She looked up and nodded. While our eyes were linked, I gave her nose a good painting with my clit. I brought my hands down and pried my cunt lips open, saying, "I figured that since I was going to be their plaything, it wouldn't hurt to let them take all the pictures they wanted. I figured they had the right to do anything with me. Was I right, Mommy? You don't mind if they take dirty pictures of me to share with their swinger friends, do you?"
While saying this, I moved up closer and settled my open cunt right over Mom's nose. I let the folds close over her nose then began a slow easy sliding that brought my clit from the bridge to the tip. With her face tilted up and held steady, her nose plowed a furrow through my sopping wet cunt. All I could see were her eyes looking up in wonder. She said, "You were right to pose for the pictures, Judy, but you should have let them fuck your pussy."
"They seemed content with my mouth and ass, Mommy. I promised to let them fuck my pussy all they want after Brad gets first crack at my crack. They understood."
I moved forward, forcing her head back, and settled harder on her nose, wedging it in my hole. My cunt lips blinded her and my cunt partially muffled her words as she said, "Still, you are denying them their rights, Judy. They should get first crack at you. I think they deserve it. Susan purchased that right." I did not reply to this. Instead, I sat hard and mashed my cunt on her mouth.
Actually, I positioned my piss hole on her mouth. I decided to try Susan's advice. Mom began sucking and sticking her tongue way up inside. I concentrated and let a short squirt out. The squirt was bigger than I'd planned. I felt her gulp, and the astonished look in her eyes was priceless.
The look drove me wild, and I gave her another squirt with our eyes locked on each other. Again, she gulped and did nothing to discourage me. I knew that she knew I'd pissed. The second squirt was longer than the first.
I gave another, then another. Her mouth moved right over my piss hole, and she began that nursing action Susan described. I eased up and she followed, bringing her hands up to grip my hips, pulling her face in tight. I stood with my legs straight and she came along, nursing hard. I kept giving her short squirts and long dribbles, amazed that my mother seemed to love drinking my piss right from my pussy.
After giving her a series of short squirts, I wanted to feel what it would be like to piss freely. I debated for only a second, then let loose a steady stream that I could hear flowing in her mouth. She swallowed hard and fast to keep up. I was thrilled beyond words. I cut the flow short, saving some for a slow dramatic ending. I said, "Mom, would you do me a favor and suck my cunt whenever I want you to?" She nodded; I gave her a squirt. "I don't want to have to ask, okay? If I show you my pussy, you should know what I want, right?" She nodded; I squirted.
I think at this point Mom knew that Susan and I had been talking and conspiring. I felt her surrender to her unthinkable fate. I have heard that power corrupts, and that absolute power corrupts absolutely. I certainly felt power after rubbing my cunt in my mother's subservient face and pissing in her mouth.
Through Susan, I felt absolute power. If Susan was right, then Mom knew not to stop until I announced I was finished. She kept nursing while I was thinking. I thought it would be neat to see what she'd do if I moved. I looked back and saw a chair a few feet behind me and slowly began inching back. To my utter delight, Mom hobbled along keeping her mouth in place, continuing her nursing of my piss hole.
When I got to the chair, I sat and placed one foot on the seat, laying back my knee to make a good spread and get a good look at her sucking on my piss hole. I pried my lips open to see it clearly. My urethra sticks up like a miniature cock when I stretch back my cunt lips and use my index finger to peel back the hood of my clit. I used my fingers to bare my piss hole completely. She had her lips in a tight purse right over the little shaft, nursing like a baby at a nipple, tickling the hole with the tip of her tongue.
I found this wildly erotic and brought my other foot up and laid that knee out, giving me an even better view of what she was doing. Mom knew what I was trying to do. The obscene exposure didn't bother her one bit. In fact, if anything, she made it even plainer that my piss hole was her sole purpose in sucking. She did this by easing up until just the tip was at her lips like she was kissing the eraser of a pencil, never breaking contact, but coming dangerously close, almost daring me to let loose a squirt at that moment. She ignored all other areas of my cunt while in this mode. She got into a rhythm of going full down, sucking hard, then easing off to the tip.
I got to time the action well, and the next time she came up, I forced a hard squirt that splashed out against her lips and required her to make an obscene sucking slurping noise in trying to suck the flow in. I loved this position, because she could not pretend to be doing other than sucking piss. I timed each squirt on the out pass and soon had her loudly slurping my piss into her mouth.
She caught on quickly, and I soon had her conditioned to hold herself just a fraction of an inch clear, sucking on the amber stream itself, just like at a drinking fountain. If I made any move, it caused her to miss and resulted in a splash of piss in her face. Instead of backing away or pressing up tight to stop the splashing, she tried to recapture the stream, making a bigger mess. I found that I enjoyed pissing in her face as much as seeing her drink my piss. Judging by the way she tried hard to stay in contact with the stream, I'd say she preferred drinking.
I dragged out this activity for at least twenty minutes. She never indicated that she was tiring. In ending, I gave a lurch and shot a stream hitting her between the eyes. When she looked up with my piss running off her face and nose, I just smiled and said, "Okay, I'm finished."
I expected her to say something about the ending, at least, but she just picked up the towel and dried her face. Once she was presentable, she returned to her old self and wanted to hear all about my evening, from start to finish. I told her what I wanted her to hear, marveling at the way she seemed to be in denial.
It was as though she could not face up to being a piss freak. I found this amusing--amazing--amazing and amusing. She never bugged me about not fucking the boys again. I think she knew the score.
* * *
The following morning, I was eager to see if she'd respond to our agreement. I saved my morning pee for her. I went down in my robe, took a seat in her view, parted the robe, and laid my legs open. Mom knew. She hesitated, then set her breakfast preparations aside and knelt. I did not play around this time; I simply filled her with my piss, which she drank in a continuous flow. As soon as the flow stopped, I said, "Okay, I'm finished." In some ways this was harder on her than the protracted game, for it required her to unceremoniously kneel, suck piss, and get dismissed, much like a human toilet. When she eased off, her face was blushing. I just smiled. She returned to breakfast preparation. I drank lots of coffee.
Susan popped over as I was about to go up and dress for school. We passed a conspiratorial look and I stuck around as she sat and stirred the coffee Mom poured and set before her. Susan sat kitty corner to Mom and sat with her knees apart in an unladylike manner, which was typical of her.
Mom said, "So, how did my little girl do on her first day on the job? Satisfactory, I hope."
"She was quite satisfactory. She's a beautiful and sexy girl with all the right equipment in the right places and very photogenic. Billy and Stevie are both pleased with her performance. Oh, that reminds me. We took these pictures last night. I knew you'd want a peek."
Susan tossed thirty photos on the table. Mom's face showed her interest and shock at their vulgarity. I wanted to wait before making my move on Susan, but time pressed. I gave her a few minutes to peruse the photos, then dramatically slipped out of my robe.
Mom looked to me with puzzlement as I made my way to kneel at Susan's feet.
Susan did not react in any way as I carefully folded back her short skirt, placed her right foot on the table, and moved her left knee out. Mom sat in stunned silence and watched my head dip into Susan's beaver. I laid my cheek on Susan's left thigh so Mom could see my tongue lapping up through her friend's vaginal cleft.
Susan carried on small talk, ignoring Mom's gaze riveted to my working tongue. I could feel her eyes on me and loved what I was doing. I rubbed my face in Susan's gash, smearing her juices all over, then fastened my lips on her clit and sucked enthusiastically. On impulse, I dropped lower and pursed my lips over her piss hole, pausing to give it a nursing suck. It was a passing move, intended to demonstrate my willingness to serve her if she got the urge.
The next time my mouth went by, I got a quick shot of warm urine. It wasn't bad, so I went for more and got another. Every time I passed over it, I got another squirt. Susan could see that I was not avoiding the area. Our eyes met and she sent me a signal that said, "Are you sure you want this?"
My answer was a firm suck right on her piss hole. Suddenly, her piss gushed forth filling my mouth to overflowing. I coughed, gagged, sputtered, and spilled quite a lot, but never moved my lips out of contact. When the flow slowed, I lapped at the amber stream, making lots of sucky slurpy noise and letting the piss splash over my face. I demonstrated to my mother an unmistakable show of piss sucking as it should be done.
When the flow became a dribble, I flattened my tongue and made broad laps over her whole cuntal plane. I licked spilled piss from her mound, belly, thighs, calves, and feet. Susan patted my head and said, "You know what I like about hiring your daughter to service my boys?"
"What's that, Susan?"
"I love the way she sucks up to the boss." At this, I lapped her crotch like a dog.
Mom said, "She knows where her bread is buttered, that's for sure."
Susan said, "That reminds me. She forgot to pick up her money. I figured on paying her by the cum. I figured one dollar a cum was fair. Does that meet with your okay?" Mom told her the offer was generous. I was not offended by the meager sum. It was a token. Two bits would have been more appropriate.
Susan said, "By my count, that is eight blow jobs and two ass fucks, bringing the total to ten bucks. Is that what you figured, Judy?"
I stood and said it was. She handed me the ten dollar bill. I handed it to Mom and said, "I guess that makes it official. I am a whore now, huh?"
Mom took the bill, smiled, and said, "Yes, it's official. Now clean the mess you made on my floor."
I said, "I don't wipe up piss, mother. I'm a whore, not a bathroom maid."
Susan burst out laughing, and said, "She sure set you straight, huh?"
Mom was not amused. She went for a towel and had to get down on her hands and knees between Susan's widespread legs to mop up the mess we made. While watching her do this dirty deed I had an overwhelming urge to show Susan how far I'd gone with Mom. I winked at Susan, then moved inside her parted legs, right in Mom's way. Mom wiped around my feet, saying, "Honestly, Judy, if you aren't going to help, the least you could ..."
Her words were cut short when she looked up and saw me thrusting my naked beaver at her, using the fingers of both hands to expose my urethra. Mom stared at it, then looked to Susan's grinning face, then back to my crotch. Her gaze remained on my crotch. I slid my feet out into a wider stance and thrust my cunt out more demandingly. I turned slightly toward Susan so she could have a good view. Mom was falling under the spell.
We watched Mom slowly scoot in place, sitting on her heels. She brought her mouth directly over my piss hole. I had my two index fingers running along the insides of my cunt grove. They framed my clit and urethra. Mom could not get a lip seal over my piss hole with my fingers in the way. She could only get close. I immediately realized the position I had inadvertently put her in and released a squirt that caught her unprepared. My stream splashed her lips.
Mom looked surprised, but not dissuaded. She opened her mouth in case I let loose another. I did just that. My stream splashed in the confines of her mouth which widened as it filled. When her mouth filled, I paused to let her swallow. Watching her swallow a mouthful of my piss was exquisite. I glanced to Susan. She was visibly impressed, wanting to see more.
For my next squirt, I moved back from Mom's gaping mouth and let loose a steady stream which Mom had to maneuver to catch. The next one, I made her chase by moving the stream with pressure from my fingers. She caught half, but the rest splashed her in the face. Mom turned red with embarrassment, but uttered no protest.
Susan loved the show and applauded, laughing, and saying, "That was beautiful, Judy. Do that again!"
I did, only this time, I made it impossible for her. She caught very little, except for in her face and hair which was soaked. I figured I was good for two or three good streams, and I wanted to make the most of them. I backed off a few more inches and let it fly. She caught the first of it, but the rest I aimed down into her cleavage.
For my finale, I cupped Mom's chin and positioned her head so it was turned up in profile to Susan. I then moved over her with my feet planted wide and positioned my pussy over her nose. I used her nose to rub myself in a slow vulgar grind, then let my piss trickle out slowly to run down both cheeks, her neck, and into her robe.
Susan was ecstatic, and said, "This is great, Judy. I must get this on film."
I smiled, stood straight, and moved away. I went to Susan, placed my arm around her shoulder, and said, "I'm glad I was able to please you. She told me to do whatever it takes to make you happy."
"I'm happy, sweetheart. I'm very happy."
I excused myself and went to finish getting ready for school. Mom was perusing my photo set when I headed out. I kissed Susan on the cunt, then kissed Mom on the lips. On my way out, I heard Susan say, "Yes, she knows who butters her bread and where bread comes from." She yelled out, "Stop by after school. I'm sure the boys will need relief." I nodded, smiled, and went out with a flip of my skirt to show Mom I had no panties on. They were in my purse. A girl doesn't go to my school without panties on unless she wants everyone to know she's a whore. I wasn't interested in advertising. I put them on in Cindy's car while telling her everything.
On the way to school, we had time to talk about my actions. I wondered why I loved treating my mother that way, why having her drink my piss or wear my piss turned me on so much. I couldn't figure it out. On the surface my conduct seemed so out of character for me. My mother's submissive conduct was also out of character for her. I could not deny that Mom assumed her role quite readily, enjoyed her role, and that spurred me on, making my role easier and enhanced my pleasure.
Cindy didn't have a clue, but said she could imagine serving her mother but not the reverse. I could imagine her mother making Cindy serve as her toilet. I couldn't put anything past Estelle Greyson.
The one thing I did figure out was that I was hell bent on destroying Mom's game of denial. I wanted her to openly accept that I had the right to piss in her or on her at my whim, and she had to service me in that way. I wanted to be able to say, "Mom, I need to piss," and have her dutifully assume any position I required. I fantasized about being able to walk over and squirt piss in anything she was drinking--milk, coffee, wine, or beer-- and have her accept my obscene offering. I wanted to squat over her dinner plate and piss on food, piss on her corn flakes, piss on anything she might put in her mouth.
I knew I had made significant progress toward that end with the morning's demonstration. Though terribly embarrassing for her, I could tell she got off on what I did. Having someone watch made the act more thrilling for both of us. I wanted her ready to perform on Saturday and ached for the day when I could perform my piss act for Cindy, Brad, or anyone else I chose to share my perversion with.
Yes, I saw the perversion as mine, not Mom's. I was the piss freak. I sensed that Mom assumed the role of a piss freak as a means to an end. Somehow, that made her services even more enjoyable.
When I arrived home, Mom was out. I figured she was at Susan's, and she was. When I arrived at Susan's house, they were seated at Susan's table, talking. Billy and Stevie, both naked, rushed up to greet me and immediately attacked my clothes. I stood passively and let them strip me naked as Mom and Susan turned to watch.
Once naked, I sauntered over to the mothers and got in a place where both had a good view. The boys were all hands, feeling, groping, fingering, and poking. They placed me on all fours and Billy mounted me up the ass while Stevie took my mouth. I put on a good show for Mom and Susan, wiggling my ass on Billy's pecker and moaning on Stevie's while sucking voraciously.
They were talking about me, talking to be heard. Susan said, "Your daughter is quite the little cock hound."
Mom's voice had that tinge of deep arousal as she said, "She sure loves cock. God, she's such a little slut. Look at her."
"I am so glad you suggested this arrangement, Bonnie. You know how to treat a friend, and she's so affordable. Hell, I could even afford to treat Red and a few of his select friends; that is, of course, if you have no objection."
"Of course not, Susan, and you might be interested in her daily rate. I think ten dollars is reasonable, don't you?"
"I like that. For groups, that would be much better. I expect you'll want to be present for any group activity."
"Naturally."
They both broke into giggles as Billy pumped his load in my ass. Seconds later, Stevie filled my mouth. I earned two bucks, and that made me giggle.
When we separated, I went to Mom and hugged her, saying, "So, I have a group rate now, huh?"
"That's right, dear. Ten bucks, half for you, half for me."
"Wow, five whole bucks just for me, and all I have to do is let a bunch of horny men screw me silly."
"Life's grand, isn't it?"
"Yes, and getting grander." I hopped up on the table and swung around with my knees out, placing Mom between them. I opened my cunt with my fingers and said, "Guess what, Mommy?"
Billy and Stevie gathered near as Mom looked to Susan. Susan shrugged. Mom looked at my pussy, then dutifully leaned in and fastened on my piss hole. She started nursing. I'm sure she was hoping to hide what was going to happen, but I had other ideas. I let her nurse for a few minutes, then said, "Okay, Mom, are you ready?"
Mom looked up my torso and gave me a concerned look, but nodded. I gave her my stream and she began gulping and sucking. For my part, I made relief moans.
Billy said, "Are you pissing or something?"
I said, "Yes, I'm pissing." I boldly used my palm to push Mom's head back three inches. My piss stream shot across the gap and into her wide open mouth, bringing awed gasps from the boys. I released her head and Mom quickly followed the stream to the source to resume sucking and swallowing. She seemed resigned to this humiliation, so when I finished, I said, "Okay, Mom, I'm finished pissing, now. Give the whole area a good tongue bath to make sure you got every drop of my piss, okay?"
Mom went about her task with resignation; Billy and Stevie aided her by opening me up, pushing my knees into my arm pits. Mom laved the entire area and even lapped up Billy's spend seeping from my asshole. I was not through humbling her though. I had another trick up my sleeve.
When she finished with a few dozen broad laps up my cunt groove, she paused to ask, "Will that do?"
I said, "No, I think there might be more. Keep licking like that." The boys had my knees pressed flat to the table. Billy rested his cheek on the inside of my left thigh; Stevie had his on my right. Mom was between the two lapping up my slit. That's when I began letting little dribbles seep out. I'd wait until she was poised at the base of my slit. My piss trickle flowed in plain sight onto her waiting tongue and she'd mop up the rest. This act was accompanied by crude comments from her audience.
I languished, fully reclined, loving the position I had her in. I was thoroughly laying to rest all vestiges of her game once and for all. The great part was, Mom seemed to be fine with that. She was putting on a performance for everyone, making quite a bit of noise while slurping and sucking my piss.
Susan moved to the other side of the table and leaned over me on her elbows wearing a big smile. With her head over mine in reverse, she said in a voice intended for Mom's ears, "I'm impressed, Judy. You have turned your mother into a good little piss slave. I think it's marvelous the way she eagerly sucks piss right from your pussy. This is too good not to share. I'm hosting a party here on Saturday for some special friends. I wonder if you and your mother would put on a little demonstration for my guests, you know, work up an act. I'd like to put the whole thing on film."
Mom's wide eyes pleaded for a negative reply, but I said, "I'd love to, Susan. We will begin practicing right away. I can't wait to show her off. Can I invite my boyfriend? Brad would love to see my mom do this. He is dying to see her naked. Would you like me to shave her pussy, too?" Mom's wrinkled brow went smooth, and then her eyes closed.
"Yes, that would be a nice touch. And you might consider doing her hair up with a fancy doo and fixing her makeup. High heels would be nice as well. There's nothing sexier than a beautiful naked woman wearing only heels. She will really get the men hot."
If Mom was upset with anything she heard, her lapping didn't reflect that. If anything, her tongue action mirrored her consent. She had modified her slurping technique. After making a pass up my trough, she poised with her tongue fully extended into my pussy hole with her tongue curled to form a scoop for my piss.
As fluid flowed down my crack, she sucked air, drawing the amber wetness in as though through a straw. She'd then lap up the rest and get set for more. The boys loved watching her do this, and her technique felt marvelous.
When Susan left me, she went to Mom and removed her robe, leaving Mom completely nude. Mom was on her knees while sucking my cunt. Seconds later, I heard Susan declare, "Honestly, Bonnie, masturbating too. Have you no shame, woman? Are you thinking about Saturday night? I know my boys are. They aren't even interested in your daughter's pussy. They have their sights set on a bigger prize. I think you should resign yourself to putting on two exhibition fucks." Mom had an orgasm; I think she was resigned.
Once I had Mom thoroughly cowed and could not squeeze out another drop, I released her. As I climbed down, Mom looked for her robe. Susan had it hidden.
Susan came up to her and said, "You won't be needing that in my house any longer. From now on, you are to strip naked when you enter my house, understand?"
Mom nodded. Susan smiled and said, "Besides, you aren't done yet. Stand up, turn your back to the table, get your legs out wide, and lean back all the way."
Mom did as instructed and rested with her head and shoulders in the center of the table. I came to her front to get my first look at her pussy. Billy and Stevie were already there, poking and prodding her two holes. Mom had an impressive cunt. Her pubic hair was very fine and straight. She had long fat lips and a prominent mound. Her inner lips hung past her crack by a good half inch and were darker than the bright pink of her clit hood. The boys had her clit poking up proudly.
Billy peeled her twat open using the thumb and fingers of both hands, bringing a groan from Mom. Her inner membranes shined a bright coral pink around her open hole. Stevie soon filled that hole with three fingers and began pumping her hard. Mom groaned.
Meanwhile, Susan climbed onto the table and positioned her feet on either side of Mom's head. She looked to me and said, "Get the camera, Judy. Take some good shots of this." She looked down to Mom's face and said, "Now, show me how good a best friend you are, Bonnie. Open wide, dear."
As Susan squatted, Mom opened her mouth wide. Susan sat with her ass resting on Mom's forehead, her cunt aimed at the open mouth. She squirted her amber streams in short bursts. Most went right in Mom's wide open mouth. Mom missed some when swallowing, and she swallowed often. I took several shots from several angles, then Susan stopped me, saying, "Wait, this won't do. I want her face clearly in the frame."
Susan got up and turned to face the other way, squatting down with her cunt lips on Mom's chin. I got in position to take the shot from the far side of the table, bringing the lens in from the top of Mom's head. Susan said, "There, that's better." She let a squirt fly into Mom's mouth, then had Mom extend her tongue and aimed her jets at Mom's extended, flat tongue while I took pictures.
Susan taunted, "You know who these pictures are for, don't you, Bonnie?"
Mom sputtered, coughed, and said, "You wouldn't, not Frank." (Frank is my dad.)
"Yes, Frank. He'd love having these, and I'll see that he gets them. We still see each other, you know. He even came to one of my parties." Mom looked anguished, and she missed the next squirt, taking the shot full in the face.
Susan looked to me, saying, "You didn't know that I was the other woman, did you?" I shook my head. "It's true. Your mom caught us doing the dirty deed in her marital bed. Of course, she didn't interrupt us. She stood and watched. She over-reacted, of course. Too bad, he turned out to be damn good once I got him trained. Eats a damn fine pussy, too. Who knows, he might be here on Saturday.
Wouldn't that be a gas?" Mom tried to protest, but her protest got drowned out.
I put on another performance with the boys while eating Susan's pussy. I reclined on my back. Susan sat on my face and drew my legs back, elevating my ass for her sons to fuck. I earned a couple of more bucks while Mom got her jollies, standing over us with a finger in her cunt going, "She's such a good whore. Oh, yes, fuck her. Fuck her good!"
Mom and I left together. When we arrived home, I took my shower. Mom had my shave ready. I hopped right up and bared my spread. While she labored, I said,
"I'll bet you could kick yourself for divorcing Daddy now, huh?"
"It's true that if I had it to do over, I probably wouldn't. It's a moot point now. He's remarried and has child by her and another on the way."
"You divorced a pussy licker. I'll bet that hurts."
"It does. I'm sure I'll find one some day, though."
"Yes, it sure is a wonderful feeling, having a warm, soft mouth sucking away at your snatch."
"My time will come."
"Susan sure likes it when I suck her pussy. I love sucking her pussy for her, too."
"Yes, I could tell."
"I'm not into cunt sucking the way you are, Mother. I won't suck just anybody's cunt the way you will, but I'll suck Susan's every chance I get."
"And what makes you think I'd suck anybody's pussy?"
"I know you will. You'll suck anything Susan tells you to suck. I think you'd suck off a dog if she told you to. In fact, I'm sure you would. You'd suck him and fuck him--in a crowd."
Mom did not deny that statement, and that gave me a rush. All I'd have to do was drop a hint to Susan, and was not beyond doing that at that point. I think Mom knew it, too. I said, "You know I just love the way you drink my piss right from my pussy."
"Yes, I am well aware of that, but I'd rather not discuss it if you don't mind."
"Well, I want to discuss it. I think about it a lot. I don't ever want to piss in a toilet again." Mom worked in silence. I continued, "You spoiled me, you know. You started something I can't stop. What's really bad is that I want everyone to know. I want to tell all my friends, your friends, Susan's friends, Mrs. Parker next door, Dad and Trisha, Grandma and Grandpa, Uncle Pete, but especially Cindy Greyson, because she'll tell her mom."
My mom made an anguished face that gave me another rush, and before I weighed the consequences, I blurted out, "I have a confession to make. I tell Cindy everything. Estelle already knows you suck piss and pussy. I'll bet she calls you."
Boy, did that hit her hard. She looked like her world collapsed out from under her. I thought she was going to sink right through the floor. She let out a long groan, and her knees buckled a bit, but she kept shaving. She didn't scream and yell like I thought she might, and she didn't slice off my clit as I was afraid she might, so I added, "Seeing is believing, though. I am really looking forward to Saturday night."
"I'll bet you are. I'm not."
"That's too bad. I plan to do this right."
"I'm sure you will." Mom patted me dry, then started right in on my pussy. This was not a piss suck; she was going for the cum, hers and mine. I held back, trying to act calm and reserved. I had more to say. I went on, "I want to invite Dad myself. I want him to see everything. I want him to see me getting screwed. Oh, yes, and I will definitely be fucking him. You can count on that."
This struck a nerve. Mom was going nuts on my cunt, and must have had four fingers up her own. I had a difficult time staying calm. I said, "I never told you, but Dad is a bit of a pervert, a child molester. He has been molesting me ever since you two split up. Trisha (His new wife) knows about it, but she doesn't care what he does with me. I think she gets off watching him. Hey, maybe you two have something in common after all, huh?"
"What? What does he do to you, Judy?"
"I knew that would excite you. Are you playing with your pussy, Mom? Does that turn you on?"
She wouldn't answer. I didn't think she would; besides, she had her mouth full. I didn't really want her to. I said, "Mostly, he just likes to tie me up naked and play with my body. He makes me stay naked the whole time I visit. No, he never fucked me, at least not in my cunt. He fucks my mouth or ass. Billy was not my first butt fuck, not by a long shot. Dad butt fucked me on my first visitation, and has done so every time since. Trisha likes to watch me taking my daddy's cock up my ass."
That was the fantasy I masturbate to. He does like to barge in on me when I'm taking a bath. He even removed the bathroom locks to facilitate this. He also feels me up when I snuggle up to him on the couch. He slips his fingers in under the leg band of my panties. He strokes his finger in my slit and occasionally dips a fingertip inside the hole. Trisha walked in on us while he had his hand in my PJ pants, toying with my pussy.
She didn't say anything, so he didn't stop. She sat beside us and pretended to watch TV, but what she watched was his hand moving inside my panties, bobbing in the crotch. I'm in my usual position, reclined on my Daddy with my legs outside his. This was nothing new, the position wasn't, and she always snuggled up next to him, and she'd stroke both of us. She would stroke my legs, but never much above the knee, mostly my arms.
Pretty soon, she's stroking my leg pretty high up, then she's stroking his arm, the one that was in my PJ bottoms. She's going back and forth between my leg and his arm, nuzzling him. Her stroking on both my leg and his arm draws ever nearer to my crotch, the scene of the crime. It is quite obvious that she's enthralled by what he's doing and by what I'm letting him do.
Dad and I are watching her fingers and we're both getting excited as they get nearer and nearer to my crotch, wondering what she'll do when she gets there, because it didn't look like she intended to stop. I found that pretty damned exciting. I thought she'd be really pissed. I mean, this was her husband, and they hadn't been married that long. And then there was the fact that I was his daughter and so young, just turned thirteen at the time. She had lots of reasons to be pissed, at me and at him, but her fingers didn't look pissed. They certainly didn't feel pissed as they stroked high on my inner thigh.
When her fingers left my leg to begin another tour down his arm to the wrist where the waist band prevented further travel, our eyes are glued to it. There, she pauses, then she pinches the material, PJs and panties, and pulls up, saying, "Say, what's this?"
My heart's in my throat and Dad's is in his pants. I can feel his throbbing against my ass. We are all looking down the tunnel she made and watching Daddy's hand, cupped in my crotch, stroking a finger in my slit, though we couldn't actually see any of my pussy with his big hand in the way, but we saw wet fingers.
Daddy didn't slow down one bit as she said, "Oh, my, Daddy is doing something nasty, isn't he, Judy?"
I had to agree, but I did so while biting my lower lip and nodding. By the baby tone she took on, I knew she was teasing, and that helped a lot. Only then did I realize we were playing a nasty game. Daddy seemed to know much sooner. This was fun. I wanted more. She said, "Daddies shouldn't touch their little girl down there, should they, Judy?"
Still biting my lower lip, I shook my head. Well, they shouldn't. Everyone knows that. She said, "And little girls shouldn't let grown men put their hands inside their panties, should they, sweetheart?"
I shook my head. She smiled, kissed Daddy, then said, "You don't let just any grown man do that, do you?" I shook my head. I never had before. I never let anyone. She said, "I guess Daddy is special, isn't he?" I nodded. "We'll make this our little secret. We won't tell a soul, will we?"
I didn't know about them, but I sure as hell wasn't and nodded hard. She let go the waistband and patted his hand, snuggled up close and they made out while taking turns putting their hand down my panties. I can't say I minded one bit, not that time or the hundred that followed, along with the thousand orgasms that went with it.
To be continued.
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