When Annie got home she was burning to tell someone about her experiences with Mr. Thomson, but each time she was about to pick up the phone to call her best friend Amy she stopped herself. Amy might not understand, might tell someone else. Mr. Thomson was their teacher after all. After agonizing over it for almost an hour, she decided she and Mr. Thomson should be kept a secret--it was more exciting that way anyway. The rest of the day was spent doing homework and gabbing on the phone about this and that, and avoiding her mother, who was acting strangely. She went to her room at 8pm and locked the door, taking the dildo from under the bed where she had hidden it. She stripped naked and spent the next hour trying to force the dildo down her throat, each time gagging violently before trying again. By the time nine rolled around she was thoroughly frustrated, having made almost no progress. She frowned prettily at the dildo and picked up the phone--thank god she had a private line--and called Mr. Thomson, feeling sexy already. He smiled as the phone rang at precisely 9pm; she was a punctual little slut. He picked it up and greeted her before saying, "Are you ready." "Yes Mr. Thomson." "If you have any clothes on take them off, and get the dildo out." She squirmed excitedly on the bed, the feel of her naked flesh against the sheets and the sound of his voice over the speaker phone making her cunt begin to juice up. "I'm naked, Mr. Thomson, and I have the dildo right here." An eager beaver, he thought, grinning. "Okay then, I want you to slide that dildo in and out of your cunt a few time to get it nice and lubed up. You are wet right now, aren't you my little slut?" She moaned as she placed the dildo against her slick cunt, "Yes Mr. Thomson, I'm so wet." She moaned again as she pushed the dildo into her grasping sheath. In and out she slid the wonderful tool, a thrum of pleasure arcing through her body as her fingers found her clit. "Stop," he barked into the phone after thirty seconds, knowing she might get carried away. "Take the dildo from your slutty cunt and pull your legs over your head. You are going to put that dildo deep in your ass. You got that?" "Yes," Annie groaned, frustrated as she pulled the fake cock from her cunt and positioned it at her asshole, her legs over her head, a little apprehensive at the size of it. "Start fucking your ass, slut," he said, sending chills of pleasure down her spine as she pressed the dildo against her small, puckered anus. "And tell me what you're thinking--I want to hear all your slutty thoughts." "Oh god," she gasped, "oh god it's so big. It hurts...I don't know...ahhh! Oh god...it's inside me...so big...uuuhhhggg," she was panting now. "It's so dirty, so bad...ohhh...I feel so full...like such a slut...your slut...like when you....ooohhhh...when you....aaaahhh...fucked me....fucked me in my slutty ass....ooohhh god oh god...I'm fucking myself hard...fucking my slutty ass....oh god...so good...so good...uuuggg....uuuuggg...hard...uuugg....big...ooohh...ohhh...." He let her go on like that for ten minutes until her breath began coming faster and her words took on a breathless, whining air. "Touch your clit," he commanded, "pinch it, squeeze it hard." "AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG!" she moaned as her fingers found her quivering clit and mashed it between them, sending her crashing into an orgasm, her back arching off the bed, her body writhing in the sheets, pleasure rocketing through her ass and cunt as she came before collapsing, her body sheened with sweat, her breath coming fast and hard. "Did you enjoy yourself slut?" he asked, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh yes," she moaned softly. "What are you, Annie?" he asked. "I'm your fuck slut, Mr. Thomson," she replied, shivering with pleasure. "Before you go to sleep, slut, clean off the dildo with your tongue. Never leave your tools dirty." "Yes Mr. Thompson." "Now go to bed," he finished, hanging up. She did, and awoke the next morning sore from the previous day's fucking. She smiled at her discomfort, thinking of it as a badge of pleasure--she couldn't wait until next Sunday, couldn't wait until this evening when she would call him again. She even looked forward to seeing him in class, but knew she had to pretend nothing had happened, had to act completely normal. He saw her choose a seat near the back in class and smiled to himself, enjoying the sight of her young flesh--he even began eyeing the other girls in his class with a more critical eye. Who knew what type of slut lurked under the giggling exterior of these girls? That evening, at nine o'clock, he picked up the phone again to hear her voice. He was feeling a bit sadistic, so he let her masturbate with the dildo until she was on the verge of orgasm and made her stop. He did it again and again until she was whining and begging for him to let her finish herself. He didn't, sending her to dreams filled with Mr. Thomson fucking her over and over--cocks swarming around her body and into every hole until she was being fucked endlessly until she awoke, sexual frustration gripping her body. She spent all Tuesday in school burning with fuck-lust. Her eyes were glazed as her mind filled with images of Mr. Thomson fucking her, eating her out, fingering her, spanking her. She constantly clenched and unclenched her thighs, keeping herself in a state of day-long arousal. She never thought once to disobey him and bring herself to orgasm--that was reserved for Mr. Thomson. He was more than satisfied with his progress that Tuesday afternoon. Annie had looked like she had spent the whole day daydreaming about being fucked, which suited him fine. Just three days ago she had been a normal teen, now she was a lust filled slut, _his_ lust filled slut, to do with as he pleased. He would have to get some more time with her. A couple of weeks alone with her would be nice, he thought as the phone rang. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was only 4:30. He was surprised and a bit worried when the voice on the other end said it was Ms. Davis, Annie's mother. He relaxed when she invited him to dinner Wednesday, saying how Annie had said such good things about him she thought she'd like to meet him herself. He accepted readily, wanting to know more about Annie and her life. Annie was nearly mad with lust when she called Mr. Thomson at 9pm, her recent shaving earlier that evening and her deep throat practice making her hot, begging him when he picked up the phone to let her come. She silenced when he told her to, though, and lay on her back, sucking and tweaking her nipples like he commanded, pleasure beginning to flow from her tender nipples throughout her body as she humped against the air. She squirmed in frustration when he refused to let her touch her clit, obscenities spewing from her as she begged to be allowed to fuck her cunt, to pinch her clit, to come--she needed to come. She was twisting madly about on the bed, her fingers gouging her nipples and titflesh, her teeth pulling on the tender buds, as she tried to get more sensation flowing through her body, more pleasure, enough to surpass that barrier and send her crashing into an orgasm. She shuddered as he started calling her names over the phone, promising to do all kinds of nasty things to her slut body, and she moaned, her fingers leaving marks on her breasts, her fingernails digging into her soft nipples, as her orgasm built and built with his nasty words until she humped her hips against nothing, once, twice, coming as she tortured her young tits. When she was done he explained to her that he was coming to dinner the following day, and that she would be allowed to use the dildo however she wished that evening. It was open to her, completely, and her heart pounded at the thought of seeing him in her own home in just a day. He was pleasantly surprised by Ms. Davis, a divorcee of fourteen years who had raised Annie by herself. She was a handsome woman of thirty five, with short brown hair framing a pretty squarish face. Her eyes were hazel and smiling when she greeted him, his eyes turning to her figure as she turned to lead him through her well laid out apartment. He guessed that she was only about five four and couldn't weigh much more than one ten. She was wearing a tight cotton shirt with a scoop neck, emphasizing her smallish breasts and narrow waist. Her legs, he noticed beneath the short pleated skirt she wore, were strong from exercise and tan from laying out. She was a good looking woman, and he wondered that she hadn't remarried. She had sized him up as well, saying over her shoulder, noticing his eyes rise from her legs, "Call me Gloria, Greg." She smiled at him as she motioned for him to sit down on the couch. He was big, he was handsome, and if what she heard was right, he was very wealthy, which wasn't as important to her as the first two. "What would you like to drink?" They sat and chatted about this and that, pausing only when Annie joined them. Dinner was excellent--home cooked, even though she had to work, she was a pharmacist, late that day. He found her conversation as pleasant as her looks, and the time passed so easily he didn't realize how late it was until Gloria sent Annie off to bed. He rose to go, smiling as he noticed Annie's eagerness to get to bed, wondering what her mother would say if she even suspected what her darling daughter was about to do. "No, no, you can't go yet," Gloria stopped him by putting a hand on his arm, her touch exciting him--but then, he was on a bit of an edge after last Sunday, and the four glasses of wine didn't hurt either. She laughed as she sat him back down in his chair, "you've had a bit too much wine. Let me call you a cab." "No no," he averred, not wanting her to go to the trouble, "I'll just sit here and take up your time for the next hour and then I'll be more than sober enough to drive." He smiled back at her, wondering if he should make a move, the thought of having both the mother and daughter making him a bit dizzy with excitement. He really was good looking, she thought to herself again, very, very good looking, and young looking at thirty two. She smiled--she had plans for him, and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She walked close to him, very close, standing almost over him in his chair, his eyes level with her breasts. "You are a handsome man," she said, putting down her glass, her hands reaching to press against his chest, smiling into his eyes as startlement sparked in his. He was not ready for such a bold approach, although he wasn't complaining. She was practically straddling him now, her legs to either side of the chair upon which he sat, her face lowering, her lips hot and warm against his, her tongue a questing passion filling his mouth, sparring with him. His cock jerked in his pants as her fingers tore at his fly, and he lifted his ass so she could yank his pants down, freeing his cock to jut into the air. She lowered herself onto him, her fingers guiding her, her skirt billowing out around him as she sunk her cunt onto his rod, a momentary surprise at the fact that she hadn't worn panties fleeing before the warm, wet caverns of her pussy and mouth working him simultaneously. She wasn't as tight as her daughter, but she was a hell of a lot more experienced, he thought as she clamped onto him, her cunt milking his cock like a machine, sending chills up and down his spine. She gasped into his mouth as she slid down his cock, her cunt dripping juices around it, clutching at it, needing it. "It's been so long," she whispered into his ear before kissing him again, her arms around his neck, resting on the back of the chair. She began sliding around on his cock, feeling waves of pleasure pulse through her stomach and crotch as she rode him, working her cunt to make him gasp. She broke their kiss and began kissing and licking his ear, feeling him tense under her, smiling to herself. She felt a small orgasm bloom inside her, and she grunted, mashing herself down on him before continuing the slow, erotic fucking. It had been a long, long time. He tensed, feeling her small orgasm transmitted to his cock by her body, pleasure tingling through his body. She was good, so good at this, her cunt a vacuum pump, a massaging machine, driving him crazy. He wanted to pick her up and lay her on her back with her legs in the air and pound her until she screamed and he came, but he couldn't get any leverage--he was stuck in a torment of pleasure as she continued working him. For long minutes she worked him as her orgasms began to increase in intensity, loving the feel of his cock filling her snatch, splitting her in two, waiting for just the right moment to tell him. She could sense him tense now, and knew he was close, so she stopped, her teeth pulling at his earlobe, and whispered into his ear, "I know you're fucking my daughter," before clamping hard with her cunt on his cock and sliding him around inside her. He was stunned--he had been seconds from coming, and it fled him at her words--she knew. She was fucking him, but she knew. He couldn't think, but she was moving again, the pleasure driving him insane, keeping him from thinking about anything but his cock in this incredibly hot piece of ass. God she was so excited, his fingers on her ass clenching as she started whispering into his ear again. "I know you've been shoving your fat cock into my slut daughter, my Annie," she rippled her cunt muscles, his hands squeezing her ass harder as she came again. "Did you make her scream?" she gasped, her orgasms beginning to pile one atop the other, making her body shake, her muscles quiver, her breath come in short gasps as they grew more intense, the pleasure rocking her small body. Oh my god he thought, his focus narrowing to his cock as her words penetrated his mind and her cunt began spasming around his cock. "Did you fuck the slut up the ass?" Her hands and arms had wrapped about his head, pulling it toward her in her passion, her voice breathless as she went on: "Did she beg for it that slut, did she? Aaahh. Did you shove your cock deep down her throat? Did you beat her slut ass and make her come? Does she scream when she comes, does she thrash and scream and buck that slut body of hers for you Greg, does she?" She could barely get the words out between the small cries and pants from her mouth, her body shaking uncontrollably atop his as orgasm after orgasm shuddered through her body. She felt his fingers dig painfully into her ass and she kissed him hard on the lips, stifling his grunt with her lips as he shot his load up into her cunt, sending her spasming into another orgasm. He thought he was going to pass out as he came, the woman was a sexual vampire, his cock exploding time and time again inside her spasming cunt. She arched against him and he felt her come one more time, and then the time seemed to draw out as they sat there, his cock still inside her, as they recovered. Finally she looked at him and smiled, sensing his growing fear and confusion as his lust left him. "I bet you want to know what I know, how I know, and what I plan to do about it, lover," she teased him, holding her finger to his lips as he was about to speak, rolling her hips slightly to bring a flash of pleasure in her groin and to keep him from going completely limp. She began rocking her hips slowly back and forth as she began speaking. "As to the how, well, Saturday evening I go to do the laundry and I find my precious daughter's panties soaked with come- -and it wasn't just her own. The little slut had come dripping from her snatch and she couldn't even clean up after herself. It was the first time I had even suspected she was screwing around, even with a body like she's got. Then Sunday rolls around and she's nervous and distracted and then runs out of the house dressed like the cheapest whore on the avenues so I knew something was up; I followed her. That is when I saw you opening the door for the little slut." He wouldn't have believed he could get it up so soon after an orgasm like that, but he was hard again as she slowly rocked back and forth on his lap, her cunt muscles massaging him relentlessly, making him grit his teeth as she continued her explanation. His heart still beat hard waiting for the hammer to fall, but he was still finding it hard to concentrate as she worked him over. "Well, I had a decision to make then, didn't I?" she said, smiling wickedly at him, seeing her fondest dreams becoming reality. "Here was this man, a teacher, fucking my little girl, probably raping her ass and making her do all types of disgusting, sluttish things," she bore down on her cunt muscles, felt him respond. "I could expose him, send him to jail for statutory rape, destroy his name and his career--all it would take is a word from me. But then I thought, if we were married, I would never testify against him, against my husband? Never!" She smiled at him, letting her words sink in. "You...you want me to marry you?" he stuttered as she suddenly stopped fucking him. She looked at him hard. "Greg, you are going to do three things for me. First, you are going to marry me, thus setting me up for life--I know you're wealthy. Second, you are going to fuck me whenever and wherever I want you to fuck me, but then," she smiled and stroked his face, "I don't think you'll have any trouble keeping me satisfied. Third," she leaned close to him, "the third thing you are going to do for me is to turn my daughter into a little fuck slut, a cock sucking slave. You are going to use her and abuse her every way imaginable for me, Greg," she hissed, passion contorting her face, frightening him for a moment before he smiled also. "How can I refuse," he said, and he meant it. He hadn't wanted to get married--didn't really want to give anyone half, but this woman, this gorgeous twisted woman who was so good with her cunt--hell, he'd marry her and use her daughter and her any day. They kissed, and she slid off of him, his cock hard now and pulsing. "I've already arranged for the marriage--we can get the license by the end of next week. Come over tomorrow and we will tell Annie." She was kneeling before him now, her eyes on his cock, "And to show you I'm not a bad sport," she leaned over and took his cock in her mouth, her eyes rolling up to look at him as she swallowed his full length and demonstrated that her mouth was easily as skilled as her cunt. He couldn't wait to get into her ass. Annie was shocked when she heard the news, Mr. Thomson sitting placidly in the chair while her mother announced the news. She sat frozen in her chair, staring from her mother to Mr. Thomson. It just couldn't be. "Let me talk to her Gloria," Mr. Thomson said, "alone." Her mother nodded and stepped out of the room. "Come here, Annie," he said softly, and when she didn't move he spat, "I said come here slut," his tone angry. She jumped to stand beside him, still wearing he school uniform, the pleated skirt showing the soft white flesh of her gorgeous legs. "Sit down in my lap," he ordered her, and she sat, still stunned, but doing what he ordered because he was Mr. Thomson. "Now listen," he said, slipping his hand under her skirt and rubbing her mound with his palm, loving the smooth hairlessness of it, glancing over to the hallway where he could see that Gloria had pushed the bedroom door open slightly to peer out at him and her daughter. "This marriage will work out perfectly for both of us," he said, his hand pressing harder, finally getting the response he wanted, feeling legs open up to him, her body slouch as she pushed her cunt against his hand, her head leaning to rest against his neck. "You and I will be living together, do you understand? I will have access to your slut body all day every day." He slipped two fingers into her dripping cunt, feeling her quiver as he began working her teenaged cunt with his hand, making her pant with lust. Oh god he was giving her such pleasure again, with just his fingers. It felt so good, so hot, with her mother just in the other room. But he was marrying her mother--another woman--but he would be around all the time. "But...but why?" she whined. "Why my little slut," he said as he ground his thumb against her clit, "why? Two reasons--first I want to be near my little slave slut, and that's you. Now come for me slut, come in your panties, slut." She began to give little gasping cries into his neck, her fingers gripping his arms as he worked her young cunt hard and fast, her body quivering and shaking as she cried out, coming hard onto his hand, little "oh gods" coming from her lips. "Good girl," he said, stroking her hair, his hand still massaging her cunt as he calmed her. "The second reason is that your mother is a hot piece of ass." Surprise snuck through her passion--her mother? Mr. Thomson was calling her mother a hot piece of ass. She blushed furiously, not knowing how to react, His words, "I'll get to have that piece of fuck meat whenever I want too," burned her ears, made her shudder. "In fact, if you want to see how hot your mother is, in ten minutes peek through the door to her bedroom." He smiled at her and she shuddered again. "Now clean my fingers off and get to your room." She took his fingers into her mouth and tasted her clear fluids strong on them, the smell and taste sending a chill of pleasure down her spine. He watched as Annie reluctantly went to her room, doubt still strong in her face, but he knew she would come around, or at least her cunt would. In fact, he was pretty sure she would even be checking up on them tonight, and he planned to make sure she had a show. Gloria had watched Greg slide his hand up her daughter's skirt and had watched the way the little slut had responded, even going so far as to suck her own come off of his fingers. She quivered with excitement as she rubbed her own cunt through her jeans, hardly able to wait as he stood and walked to the bedroom. When he opened the door to the bedroom Gloria was already half undressed. He smiled and calmly undressed, making her stand there, her slender body tense with lust, her eyes burning with passion, as he removed the last of his clothing, his cock standing rigid from his body. He stepped closer to her and pulled her close to him, pulling her head back and kissing her hard, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, the softness of her lips, before whispering to her, "I've fucked the slut in the ass, Gloria, I've fucked your precious Annie up her ass and she loved it. She couldn't get enough, she came and came as I drove my rod deep into her bowels." Gloria gasped at his words, a picture of her daughter suffering the onslaught of his cock in her ass, and she shuddered in pleasure, grinding her pelvis against his thigh, replying, "Do it to me, do me like you did her." Her mind was in a daze of lust as he turned her around and pushed her to her knees onto the floor, laying her torso across the bed, her gorgeous ass jutting out, and she could just see him do it to her daughter. She gasped in pleasure as he drove his cock hard into her dripping pussy, luxuriating in the feel of it, in the knowledge that it would soon be reaming out her ass, reaming out her ass like it had reamed out Annie's ass. She was so hot he could barely contain himself, her body undulating on the bed, her ass swirling about madly. Greg had had many women, but never one as hot as Gloria. What a mother daughter pair, he thought crudely as he shoved his cock hard into her aching cunt, surprised again at how active it was, at how it sucked at and massaged his cock, as if trying to pull his soul from his body. He didn't keep it there long, though, just long enough to get his cock well lubed up with her cunt juice before pulling out and pulling her ass cheeks roughly apart with his hands, exposing her tiny brown bud of an asshole. Annie couldn't believe what she was seeing--her mother on her knees while Mr. Thomson pulled apart her asscheeks with his hands. She could see her mothers swollen cunt, hairs sparse around it, and felt a thrill go through her as she saw him push his cock, glistening with juices, against her mother's tiny asshole. She reached down and pushed her fingers into her cunt when Mr. Thomson looked over at her and winked before pushing his hips into her mother's ass, his cock slowly driving into her mother's anus, a muffled cry coming from her mother's mouth as she buried her head in the bed, her hands curling around the bedsheets hard. Oh god it hurt so good, Gloria thought as Greg's cock slowly stretched her nether opening until she felt like she was going to explode. She hadn't been assfucked in years, and had forgotten the special pain and pleasure it gave her as his fat cock began to slide deeper into her ass, making her shudder as she thought of how her daughter must have felt. Greg grimaced as his cock slid all the way to the hilt into Gloria's tight ass, loving the feel of her sphincter clutching at his cock, loving that her daughter was right now peering in on him fucking her mother up the ass. They were both hard-core sluts, mother and daughter, and he was going to use them as such. He shuddered in pleasure as he slid his cock back, her ass clutching at him violently, before shoving every inch of his cock back into her. She could feel every inch in her bum, every fat inch of his cock reaming her out, bringing little mewling noises from her body as she undulated in pleasure mixed with pain on the bed, her whole body on fire with lust. She came on the third stroke of his cock into her ass, her teeth bared as she bit back a cry, and again on the eighth stroke, and then again on the tenth, and again when he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her body against his, his hands pinching her nipples and his fingers diving into her soaking cunt, pulling at her swollen clit, making her shudder uncontrollably as she gasped in orgasm again and again, his cock skewering her like a piece of meat, filling her with pleasure. Annie gasped herself when she saw her mother lose herself to her orgasm; she had never thought of her mother as being so sexy, so wanton. It made her hot, made her hot to see her mother on the end of Mr. Thomson's cock, to see her getting reamed out like that. She remembered her assfucking, and came with her fingers deep in her cunt, her blue eyes wide as they watched her mother come again and again. He grunted, whispering nasty things in her ear about her daughter as he came in her ass as her body spasmed in his arms. He practically threw her limp body onto the bed as he pulled out, her lithe form covered in sweat, cunt juice leaking down her inner thighs, her asshole winking at him as she panted heavily on the bed, low moans coming from her throat. He walked to the other side of the bed and pulled her to his cock: "Clean it off, Gloria." She looked up at him but didn't hesitate, engulfing his softening cock with her mouth, reveling in the taste of her own come and shit mixed with his own spunk. Just like her daughter, she thought, but she was better than that little slut, much better, she thought as she brought her cocksucking talents to bear, bringing him to hardness again as quickly as any woman could have. Annie had come for the third time when she saw her mother engulf Mr. Thomson's cock so hungrily, her fingers dripping with her cunt juices, when she saw Mr. Thompson wave her away. She stood unsteadily on her feet and went to her room, where she used the dildo on herself until she fell asleep, visions of her mother and Mr. Thompson and her and Mr. Thomson fucking and fucking and fucking some more floating through her teenaged head.