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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, hit the 'K'
key. 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
"Good Doctor Wayne"
Part four of seven
BY TIFFANY
April was hoping that Terry would take the hint and say, 'My
tongue.' Their eyes locked and April tried to send a signal that
said, 'Don't make me suggest it.' Terry surprised her by saying
impishly, "I could use my mouth and try to suck it out."
April beamed, saying, "That is an excellent idea. You
should have thought of it sooner."
Terry dropped the towel as April waddled into position over
her up-tilted face, centering her hole over Terry's lips. Steve
stepped out of his office, leaned against the door frame and
smiled on the scene. April and Steve exchanged smiles as Terry's
hands came up from behind and grasped April by the hip bones,
pulling her face in tight, exaggerating the sucking of her
mother's pussy. April addressed her aroused audience, saying,
"She makes a marvelous fuck rag. I should have thought of this
years ago. What a waste."
Terry caught Steve's presence out of the corner of her eye
and stepped up her efforts. She moved her mouth over her
mother's clit and sucked hard. April said, "Why are you sucking
my clit? There's no sperm there."
"I thought if I could make you have an orgasm, it would wash
down more sperm."
"Oh, excellent idea. Then by all means, make me cum. Isn't
she a doll. When she was a baby, I used to let her nurse on my
clit as a pacifier. Her father used to have fits about that. I
never should have stopped. I wish he could see her now. Oh yes,
honey. You're almost there. Flick your tongue on it. That's
it, baby. Oh yes! Oh yes! Get your mouth over my hole and rub
my clit with your finger. Oh fuck yes. I'm drowning the little
bitch. Drink it down, baby. Oh yeah!"
After April's orgasm passed, Terry continued to lick and
suck her mother's pussy. Her hands softly and reverently ran up
and down her mother's legs. She moved her hands up April's front
and molded them to her tits, massaging them gently. April
allowed the show of affection and devotion to go on for a long
time, then stepped away, leaving Terry in the middle of the room.
She said, "Get dressed. Let's go have a talk with your daddy so
you can tell on me."
April studied Terry, sitting quietly in the passenger
seat, staring off into space. She said, "You played that very
smart back there. You surprised me. I didn't really expect
you'd stay in the position I put you in. That must have been
very humiliating for you."
"I got used to it. I guess you can get used to anything."
"Like your mother being a slut."
"You're not a slut, Mom."
April laughed and said, "You sucked my lover's sperm from my
twat and then tell me I'm not a slut. Come on, Terry, lets have
a little honesty."
"Okay, you're a slut, but I still love you just the same."
"Isn't that sweet. You know what I think. I think you love
the idea. I think it makes your pussy wet and juicy. It does,
doesn't it?"
Terry remembered Steve's advice. She hung her head and
quietly said, "I can't help myself. It just gets that way."
"I knew it. No girl could eat my pussy the way you did
unless she was really turned on to it all along. Did you ever in
your wildest dreams think you'd be sucking sperm from your
mother's cunt?"
Terry could see her mother becoming more and more excited
by the lewd discussion. Her mind tried to look past the bizarre,
unfamiliar mother to see the mother she knew growing up, a mother
crying out for help in venting her repressed passions, a mother
desperately trying to hang on to life. Terry did not doubt Dr.
Wayne's assessment of the situation. She understood the wisdom
of his advice. She impulsively offered, "No, never. I've
thought about licking you there before, though. I think about it
all the time."
"You've been secretly lusting after me and your father for
years, haven't you?"
Terry blushed and bashfully forced an affirmative nod. Her
mother smiled, saying, "Of course you have. You can't wait to
wrap those innocent virgin thighs around his hips and take his
stiff cock up your twat, can you?" Again, she nodded through a
deepening blush. April laughed menacingly and said, "You fucking
little whore. When I think off all the time we've wasted, I
could slap your face. I hope your father takes a belt to you.
If I ever catch you acting like an innocent school girl again, I
*will* take a belt to you. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mother!"
"You ever lick a pussy before?"
A shy smile crossed Terry's lips. She said, "Mom, you won't
believe this, but just last month, I licked eight girls' pussies
in one night, and that was my first and last time until today."
"What! There better be a good story that goes with this."
"There is, want to hear it?"
"Of course I want to hear it."
"Well, remember when we had that slumber party at Cindy
Hamilton's house?"
"I remember."
"Well there were nine of us girls, mostly from the swim
team. We got to talking about sex and boys as usual. We all got
super turned on swapping sex stories. Jennifer Gordy suggested
we all play a game of poker and the first one that lost all of
her chips had to be the sex slave of everyone else. Most of the
girls liked the idea, but me, Cindy, and Toni were against it. I
didn't want to play poker as the game, because I don't know how
to play poker. Cindy and Toni were just plain chicken. The
others finally forced us to agree to play, but we set up rules.
One was, if the loser was a virgin, we couldn't stick anything up
her pussy. Another was, no hurting. Spanking was okay, but
nothing that might leave a mark. Another was we all swore never
to ever tell anyone outside our group who the loser was.
"To make a long story short, I lost, and quickly. They
never explained the rules of the game very well, and you couldn't
drop out of a hand. You had to bet no matter what you had. I
thought I'd die when I lost that last hand. Patty Griswald
jumped up and said, 'Let's strip her.' All those girls attacked
me. I was naked in seconds. They spread-eagled me and felt me
up. I had sixteen pairs of hands on me and mostly between my
legs."
"How exciting! Tell the truth, you loved it, didn't you?"
"Not at first. At first, I was scared to death. They
pulled my legs up over my head and forced me into the splits.
They pulled my pussy lips wide open then took turns looking into
my pussy, poking at it, and making fun of my cherry. Me,
Cindy, and Toni were the only virgins in the group. They were
really disappointed to find that I was. They wanted to play fuck
games, you know, fucking the loser with stuff like hair brush
handles and vegetables. Anyway, they worked me over but good.
They fucked my ass since they couldn't do my pussy. That was one
night I hated being a virgin. Taking a large cucumber up your
butt is no fun."
"This is fucking beautiful. I love it! What else got
shoved up your ass?"
"You name it, if it looked phallic, up my butt it went.
Thankfully, they gave me a whole series of enemas before they
really got serious. I was totally empty. I was passing clear
water. They got hornier and hornier. All but Cindy and Toni
stripped naked. That's when they tied me on my back and took
turns squatting on my face. They held my head still while girls
rubbed their twats all over my face. Girls that
were at the end of the line amused themselves teasing my pussy.
That's when I got turned on. I licked the pussies without being
ordered to. They thought that was great and teased me
mercilessly about being queer. They didn't have to hold me after
that. I licked their pussies anyway they wanted me to: standing,
sitting in a chair, lying down, doing the splits over my face.
That's all I did for the rest of the night was lick pussies.
Mom, I even had to eat two girls that were on the rag."
"I was going to ask about that. There's no way that at
least one out of eight girls wouldn't be menstruating. How was
it?"
"Not bad, really. Sarah Brewer made me pull her tampon out
with my teeth and suck on it. That was gross. That grossed
everybody out."
Did you ever go down on Cindy?"
"Yes, and Toni. Cindy took her panties off and Toni finally
stripped right before dawn. Cindy was neat. She went ga ga over
having me eat her out."
"Some best friend, huh?"
"She likes to tease me about that night. She's been hinting
like crazy that she'd like me to do it again. Heck, they all do.
They call me lezzy, and I'm always getting naked beavers shoved
in my face. So far, they seem to have kept their word, though.
Nothing about me is getting around, thank god."
"Too bad."
"Too bad? Mom, if that ever got out I'd be ruined.
Everybody is talking about Cindy's slumber party. Everybody is
speculating about who the loser was."
"Don't tell me Cindy's brother could keep that secret."
"He couldn't, but Cindy would never tell Mark."
"I could."
"Mom! You wouldn't, would you?"
"When we get home, I want you to get Mark on the phone for
me."
Terry's face fell, all the color drained. She cried, "Mom,
I'm begging you. Please don't do that. I'll do anything you
want."
"We'll see. As soon as we get in the house, I want you to
strip naked, go up to your father, and take out his cock. Don't
take no for an answer, just do it. If you can get him to cum in
your mouth, I promise I won't tell."
She whined, "But Mom, Daddy won't let me do that."
"I know you are stronger than he is. If you can't suck his
dick, it means you aren't trying."
Terry sat back and stared out the window, watching her
driveway draw near with increasing anxiety. With so many things
to consider, the one overwhelming consideration was that of
helping her mother with her problem and the awful consequences of
not helping. Weighed against that, Terry finally set her mind on
one goal - following her orders to the letter. When they walked
in the door, Charlie was in the living room, reading the
afternoon paper. April stood behind Terry just inside the
entryway, watching as she removed her clothes. She followed as
Terry padded into the living room, then took a station by the
fireplace.
Charlie set the paper aside, prepared to welcome his family.
One look at Terry's naked body making directly for him froze his
speech. Terry walked right up and knelt at his feet, reached for
his belt, and said, "I have to do this Daddy, please don't fight
me."
Charlie, however, could not relax. He struggled to keep his
pants. Terry tried to force him to yield, but it was more
difficult than she anticipated. In exasperation, she placed her
hands on his knees and pleaded, "Daddy, listen to me! If you
don't let me suck your penis - in fact, if you don't ejaculate in
my mouth - Mom is going to see that I am ruined at school. She
can do it with one phone call. I could never show my face
outside this house again. You know she'll do it. I'm begging
you; let me do this!"
Charlie turned his frightened eyes on April, while still
defending his belt. He cried out, "April, please! Don't force
her; don't force me. I know how much you want this. I
understand, but not like this. Honey, stop and think about what
you're doing. You are going to destroy our relationship with our
only daughter. She'll end up hating us and will probably run
away, or worse."
April shot back, "Charlie, I think I know my daughter better
than that. I know how much she can take, and she wants me to
push. She secretly wants me to expose the real Terry."
"April, the real Terry is exposed. The Terry you are
thinking about is a product of your imagination. You created the
bad Terry."
Terry observed the exchange like a fan watching a tennis
match. With her secret knowledge of her mother's problem, and
with her father's confidences, she felt she could moderate the
argument from a higher level of understanding. It was a strange
position to be in with parents. She could say nothing, though,
only listen.
April said, "Bullshit! If you were a real man you'd see
right away that Terry is a natural born whore. She's addicted to
semen. She has to have it, and she'll go to any lengths to get
it. She wants to get fucked so badly she can't stand it. She's
a slave to her hot pussy and there's nothing she won't do to
satisfy it."
Terry blushed at her mother's words. She wanted
to tell them that she'd only had her first taste of semen less
than an hour earlier. She bit her tongue as Charlie said,
"That's pure nonsense, April. I dare say she's never seen or
tasted semen."
"Forget about the phone call for the time being, Terry. I
think it would be instructive for you to tell your father about
your afternoon. Start with the message you gave me in Dr.
Wayne's waiting room in front of all those people. Tell him how
you humiliated me in front of nearly a dozen people, many of them
my coworkers. Go on, Terry, and be sure to tell him what
I did to you as a punishment."
Terry picked up on the clue to exaggerate. Though it
bothered her to lie to her father, she went along. She gave
an accurate description of the event, taking this opportunity to
let her mother know what actually happened to her while she was
with Dr. Wayne. She also put faces to the
fictitious numbers. Charlie sat in numbed disbelief, glancing
frequently to his wife to get her confirming smug smile. April
enjoyed the way Terry narrated the incident, giving April another
perspective on one of the most exciting sexual adventures of her
life. From time to time, April interrupted to offer a lewd
detail, or prompt Terry in a certain direction. Terry seemed to
read her thoughts, picking up hints and elaborating. As happened
in Dr. Wayne's office, the telling of a sex story rekindled her
vaginal fire. Before Terry was through, she had one hand between
her legs, the other fondling her breasts, and was using a steady
stream of the most vulgar terms.
When Terry concluded her story, April folded her arms curtly
and said, "Well, what do you think of our little angel now."
"Damn it, April. What planet are you from. You committed
adultery, publicly stripped and humiliated my daughter, forced
her to perform cunnilingus on you afterwards, also in public, and
have the audacity to point an accusing finger at her. You
cheated on me, April. You've been with another man. Why? I
want an explanation. Forget about Terry."
April pretended to ignore his tirade. She said, "Look at
her, Charlie. She's so hot she has to masturbate. The girl is
shameless. It's a good thing I noticed the signs early. Now I
can guide her. There's nothing we can do, a whore is a whore.
It's genetic. Probably from your side. Your mother was strange,
you have to admit that."
"Don't change the subject. I want to know about this guy
you're having an affair with."
April marched over, saying, "It's not an affair; it was a
fuck. And where do you get off talking to me in that tone. When
did you grow a pair of balls?"
April loomed over him, standing beside Terry. She reached
behind Terry and propelled her onto to Charlie's lap. As Terry
fell forward, she turned and sat on his lap. Charlie
held her protectively as a shield from April's wrath. His right
arm crossed over both breasts, his left hand rested low on her
tummy. Terry settled in, sitting up, her back against his chest,
her legs outside his, sitting directly over his groin. While
Charlie was focused on April, Terry placed her left hand on his
left hand and gently moved it between her legs.
Terry guided her father's finger through her moist
slit. April maintained her tirade, shouting invectives and
demeaning his manhood. Charlie cowered, but Terry felt his
manhood awaken beneath her. The more demeaning threats
and insults her mother threw at him, the harder he got. Terry
wanted to pass this news bulletin to her mother, but could not.
In addition, her father's fingers began moving through her slit
on their own. This she passed on by moving her hand off of his.
When April first noticed, her face lit up.
April said, "Charlie, you're pathetic. You sit there all
sanctimonious, talking morality and fidelity, and have the nerve
to finger-fuck my daughter right in front of me while playing
with her tits."
His fingers stopped moving, but he kept then in place,
saying meekly, "I thought that's what you wanted. I just want to
be a good husband to you."
"Do you want to be a good husband, Charlie?" He nodded.
"Then find me a big-dicked stud to fuck. While you're at it, get
a few for your little angel. And by the way, you need to throw
in a few cunts for her. She has a fondness for pussy, too. Tell
your father how many little girls you have licked between the
legs."
Terry turned her face to her dad's and said, "Not counting
Mom, eight."
"Some angel, huh! From now on, you address her as slut,
whore, tramp, bitch, cock-sucker, or cunt-lapper. When you refer
to her, don't ever use her name or the word daughter alone. It
is whore daughter, or slut daughter, is that understood?"
Charlie nodded. Terry squirmed over his stiff cock and
yawned her legs wide. Charlie moved two fingers into her cunt.
Terry snuggled back and lolled her head on his shoulder, turning
to face him and saying impishly, "What are you going to call me,
Daddy?"
"All of them, I guess."
"No, I want to hear."
"You are our whore daughter. You're a slut and a
cunt-lapper. You are my tramp daughter, a cock-sucker."
"Ummmm, Yes. That sounds better than plain old Terry,
especially when you say it. I want to suck your cock, Daddy.
Please! Please can I!"
Terry slid to the floor while turning to face him. She
settled between his legs and reached for his belt. This time, he
sat passively and watched her open his pants. She freed his
stiff member and stuffed it into her mouth, sucking hungrily and
jacking his shaft. April took a seat beside her husband. Her
arm went around his shoulder. She took his left hand in her left
hand and squeezed. Together, they watched Terry sucking like a
sex fiend. April turned and gave Charlie a passionate kiss, the
first in months. She whispered in his ear, "I love you, you know
that don't you?" He nodded. "You know I'm doing the right thing
with her, don't you?" Again he nodded. "You'll support me from
now on. You won't give me a hard time?"
He gave another silent nod and they both settled back to
watch the climactic finish. Minutes later, Charlie's loins
lifted, he strained, grunted, and pumped a copious load into
Terry's hard-sucking mouth. He cried out, "Oh, yes! Oh, Jesus!
Look at her go, sweetheart. Swallow it down, baby!"
Terry swallowed as fast as she
could, nursing on the spurting cock. After he settled back and
relaxed, Terry kept sucking, trying to make him hard again.
April tapped her daughter on the shoulder and said, "Time out,
slut. He's a one-shot cannon. Why don't you lie back on the
floor and masturbate for us. Tell your father about Cindy's
slumber party. He'll like that one."
Terry reclined on her back, spread her legs wide, and
proceeded to narrate her adventure. When she finished, and after
two orgasms, she looked to April with a self-satisfied smile.
April returned a smile and said, "That was very good, slut. Now
get Mark on the phone."
Terry sat up, astonished. She said, "What? But I did what
you said!"
"I know. I'm not going to tell him you were the loser. I
want to talk to him; now, do as I said."
Terry painfully got to her feet and went to the phone. She
paused after picking up the hand-set and said, "Please! I beg
you. Don't say anything to Mark. Don't make me call him."
"Dial!"
Charlie cast concerned eyes on April. April merely smiled
down on him as she got up to move to the phone. Terry dialed
with trembling fingers. Cindy's mother answered and called
Mark. Terry sheepishly said, "Mark, this is Terry. My mother
wants to talk to you." Terry handed April the phone, pleading
with her eyes, shaking her head and mutely mouthing the word,
'No'.
April turned her back to Terry and said, "Hello, Mark, how
are you? You did a great job edging our lawn, but that's not
what I called about." Terry was back in April's face pleading
with prayerful hands. April again turned away. "Mark, this may
sound a bit odd. I shouldn't be doing this. I have to punish
Terry. She's done something very bad. It's so shocking and
disgusting, I couldn't say it over the phone." Terry got on her
knees in front of April and prayed earnestly. "No, I'd rather
not say. Just a moment, Mark."
April cradled the phone in her neck, reached down and lifted
her skirt, spread her legs, and shoved Terry's face hard up
against her crotch, saying, "Now stay there until I'm done." She
dropped her skirt over her daughter's head and smiled at Charlie
who was looking back from the sofa. She leaned back against the
telephone stand, widened her stance, and maneuvered Terry's head
by pressing her skirt-shrouded head. She crossed her eyes,
licked her lips, then bit her lower lip demonstrating to her
husband just how much she enjoyed what she was doing to their
daughter. Charlie merely shook his head with an uneasy smile,
but kept watching.
She could feel the tears running down her inner thighs as
she said, "Okay, Mark. As I was saying, I need to punish her
severely, but I can't bring myself to hit her as hard as she
deserves. I thought I might gain the impact I need by adding an
element of humiliation. That way, I wouldn't have to physically
hurt her. You always seemed to take an interest in Terry. I got
to thinking, maybe if you came over and watched."
"Heck yeah, Mrs. Jennings,! I'd love...I mean sure, I'd be
willing to help you out."
"Mark, I should warn you, I usually make her strip naked for
punishments. I suppose I could let her wear her swimsuit."
"No! Please, you don't have to change anything on my
account."
"Do you think I should ask your mother if it's okay?"
"NO! Uh, she left, besides, I'm sure it's okay with Mom.
She thinks like you do. She lets me look at Playboy and
Penthouse. It's no big deal seeing a naked girl."
"If you're sure. I didn't think you'd mind seeing her
naked, but I thought the punishment part might bother you."
"No, it won't bother me at all."
"I won't hurt her, I assure you. It's her pride I want to
hurt. Say, do you know of anyone else that might be willing to
help out. How about Cindy?"
"Cindy will want to see, for sure. I can get lots of guys."
"I think six, maybe ten would be plenty. Be sure to warn
them and tell them to get their parent's permission."
"No problem, Mrs. Jennings."
"Can you get them here in say, an hour?"
"Sure."
"See you in an hour then. Oh, and Mark. I hope no one
brings a camera, because I'll have to be stepping out of the room
from time to time and there's no way I could stop her from being
photographed."
"Jerry can bring his Instamatic and Cindy has a Poloroid."
April smiled and said, "Mark, I don't think you got my
drift. I don't want to know."
"Oh, yeah, right."
"Thanks again, Mark. See you in an hour."
April hung up the phone and stepped away from Terry. Terry
sat with her head hung, sobbing quietly. April lifted her face
by the chin and said, "We're going to have some fun, whore.
Aren't you excited?"
"Mom, how could you? How can I go to school tomorrow, or
ever?"
"You'll go. Look at it this way. You're a whore. It pays
to advertise. What's the use of having a whore for a daughter if
nobody knows she's a whore. If I had my way, I'd have it
tattooed on your forehead. I want everyone to know that my
daughter is a cunt-sucking, cock-sucking, butt-fucking whore. Do
you know how you're going to help me with my goal?" Terry's head
shook, no. "During this mock punishment ordeal, you are going to
let it slip that you were the loser at Cindy's slumber party, and
that you lost on purpose." Terry just stared numbly. "I want
you to think of a clever way to expose yourself. You have less
than an hour. Now go put on your bikini and throw a robe over
it. Take some time to fix your face and hair and put on lots of
makeup."
Terry broke down in tears and slowly got to her feet and
left the room. April walked over to Charlie and said, "She'll be
all right after we get started. It'll be better this way. Why
drag this out over months."
He said, "Inviting those kids is a big mistake, April. What
you're considering is child abuse. Those kids will talk. Those
pictures will be all over. The police are going to come knocking
on our door."
"I doubt that. I'm not going to hit her with anything, just
my hand. Spanking in this state does not constitute child abuse.
There's no law that says we can't go nude in our own home. I've
warned my guests. If they stay voluntarily, there's nothing
anyone can do but bitch. I'm not going to get into any sex play,
it will be a straight punishment session. Of course, I'm going
to punish her for acting like a whore, buying that bikini, and
shaving off her pubic hair. What they do when my back is turned
is their business."
Terry went straight to her bedroom phone and called Dr.
Wayne. "Hello! Steve, this is Terry, Terry Jennings."
"Terry, you sound like you've been crying."
"Mom's gone off the deep end. She made me suck dad's penis
and now she has invited a bunch of kids from school to watch me
get punished, naked. She's even going to make me wear that
bikini and make me admit to them that I'm a whore. They're even
going to take pictures. What am I going to do? They'll be here
soon."
"Terry, when you made the commitment to help your mother,
did you think you'd actually keep it a family secret?"
"Well, no, but..."
"I told you she wants a whore, you, to vent through. You
volunteered. I told your mom to go ahead and get it out of her
system, make the announcement to the world. I thought you were
serious about helping her."
"I am, but..."
"There's no but's'. Either you are, or you're not. If you
are, then you go down and act like a fucking whore for your
mother. This isn't make believe, Terry. You're actually going
to have to become a whore to satisfy her."
"But I'm not a whore."
"You'd have a hard time convincing my two buddies of that.
Pete is still going on about that blow job you gave him. Dave
can't get over your tight cunt. Marsha has talked of nothing
else. They're still here."
"They told you?"
"They weren't going to, but they couldn't hold it in."
"Steve, when they were talking, they said you had dibs on my
cherry. Is that true?"
"I stake my claim on every female that comes through my
office if I can get her, yeah."
"Oh. So, when are you going to claim me?"
"You are sounding like a whore, Terry."
"I'm trying to, only how can I be a whore if I'm a virgin?"
"Good point. It sounds like you've accepted your lot in
life."
"Yeah, I knew I would. You know what? I was scared to
death, and I cried a lot, but it was out of nervousness. I
really think this is exciting. I mean, if I have to do it
anyway, and Mom is going to see that everybody knows I'm a whore,
this is a pretty neat way of getting started. I was hoping you'd
talk me into it."
"I'll bet your pussy is wet, isn't it?"
"I'm flooding my thighs. Look, I better get moving. I have
a show to put on."
"Break a leg, kid."
CONTINUED
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