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Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2006 08:10:05 -0400
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Copyright 2006 by E. Z. Riter

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Tuckers' Slut

(deirdre style)

By E. Z. Riter

I know children need their privacy. I know I shouldn't have bugged my
daughter's bedroom and her phone, but what is a Mother to do? *What* I ask
you? It's not like she's sweet and innocent. Not since those *damn* Tucker
boys got their hands on her. *Damn* those boys. She *was* my *sweet* Jessica
before they came along.

Thank God I did wiretap her phone. The first conversation I recorded was
Jessica talking to Mandy, her best friend.

"Did you do *it*?" Mandy asked.

"Yeah, but I'm *so* sore I can hardly walk," Jessica said.

"How long was the train?"

"Nine cars."

"Nine? I thought there were only five Tucker brothers," Mandy said.

"Five brothers our age, but Mr. Tucker was *there* and so were his *three*
brothers," Jessica said. "You think Danny's *hung*, you ought to see his
*Dad.* It felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up me."

"Did you let them tattoo you?" Mandy asked.

"That's tonight. They're going to put it right above my slit."

"What will it say?" Mandy asked.

"Tucker's *slut*," Jessica said.

Mangy giggled nervously.

Jessica said, "Bobby told me he had a date with you Friday."

"Yes."

"You'll have fun with Bobby. He'll probably spank you," Jessica said.

"Spank me?" Mandy giggled nervously.

"Yeah, and you'll *love* it. He knows just how to do it so you're *hot* and
*wet* and can't keep your legs together. I promise you'll *beg* him to fuck
you and he will. They'll *all* fuck you before they're through."

They talked for only a few minutes more before they said goodbye. I waited
about forty-five seconds before I charged up to Jessica's room and threw
open the door without knocking. Jessica was lying back on her bed naked with
her hands on her pussy.

"Mom! How about some privacy?" she said.

"You're **grounded**!! Don't even *think* about going out for a month!" I
screamed. I ran from the room, slamming the door behind me.

I charged into my bedroom and slammed my door. My heart was pounding; my
head throbbed. How could Jessica do this to *me*? How I ask you!

My bedroom door opened. Jessica, still naked, walked into my room without a
hint of embarrassment. She sat down on the edge of my bed.

"I'm eighteen, Mom. You *can't* ground me. And you can't *stop* me from
fucking the Tuckers. I've *fucked* all of them. Nine men. Five women. I like
doing it. I'm going to do it for the rest of my life." She glared at me.
"When is the last time you were fucked?"

"How *dare* you talk to me like that? I'm *your* Mother," I barked.

"I know, but I *am not* like *you*," she said. "I'm a *slut* and you *are* a
*frigid bitch*. Dad told me that's why he left you. He said he was tired of
having to fight his wife for a simple fuck."

I slapped her. Slapped her hard, leaving a red hand print on her pretty
face. How *dare* she call me a frigid bitch. She glowered, stood, and left
the room without another word. I considered running after her. She was my
daughter. I did love her.

I heard the doorbell and Jessica's footsteps on the stairs. She was *not*
going out. I ran out of my room, intent on stopping her.

Wearing a man's white tee shirt that fit her like a nightdress, she was
standing in the front hallway talking to a young man. He was handsome and
tall and muscular, with cute dimples and smiling eyes. I could see his
appeal to her.

"Where do you think you're going?" I snarled.

"To the Tucker's house," she replied.

"No, you **are** not!"

"Yes, I **am**, and I'm going to spend the weekend! I'll see you Monday
morning, Mom."

The boy looked at me. His eyes were soft and teasing. "Why don't you join
us, Mrs. Townes? We're going to have a weekend fuck fest," he said in a
conversational tone.

I did not know what to say. I stood there with my mouth hanging open.

"Yeah, Mom. Come join us. I'll bet you could use a good, hard fucking,"
Jessica said.

I was *outraged* and I swung to give Jessica another hard slap. But the boy
grabbed my arm. His eyes were cold and foreboding as he said, "If you slap
her, I'll *spank* you."

"Bobby knows how to spank, Mom. I bet you'd enjoy it," Jessica said.

So he was Bobby, the spanker who knew how to make a woman scream with
desire. It had been a long time since I was spanked. Too long. I thought
about slapping Jessica again just to see if Bobby really would spank me.

"Come on," Jessica said. Bobby released my arm, winked at me, and followed
Jessica out the door.

I simply couldn't let them get away with this...this arrogance and
disobedience. I *couldn't.* I grabbed my car keys, jumped in my car, and
followed them. I swear Bobby drove slowly to make sure he didn't lose me. I
followed them to a large and expensive looking home on a multi-acre plot
outside the city limits.

Bobby parked in front. He and Jessica both jumped out of the car, ran inside
through the front door, and shut it behind them. Five seconds later, I was
pounding on the door and calling Jessica's name.

A woman answered. She was about my age with a pretty face. She was naked and
seemingly unconcerned about her exposure. Before I could say a word, another
woman appeared behind her. She was also naked.

"I want *my* daughter," I demanded angrily.

I started to push by them but they stopped me, each grabbing an arm. When I
struggled, the older woman barked, "Be still, Mary."

"You know my name," I said. I stopped and listened to them.

"Of course. Now listen to me. Listen *very* closely. This is the house of
the Tucker men. They own it and everything in it. *Everything.*"

"They own us, too. We women *belong* to them," the other woman said.

"If you cross this threshold, every man and every woman here will use you
like they want," the older woman said.

"That's *rape*, I said.

The older woman said, "No, it is *not*. By entering, you *agree* to accept
whatever they do. Every one of us will testify to that. You can leave and go
home. Nobody's going to hurt Jessica. She loves it here and you don't need
to worry about her. Or you can come in and join in the fun. It *is* up to
you."

The two women released me and stepped away, leaving the door open with me on
the porch. They were three or four feet inside the house. They were
attractive women and so free of the shackles of sexual restraint. Maybe it
had been so long for me. Or maybe. Maybe... Maybe I didn't know. I didn't
know what to do.

They didn't motion me to come in. They let me decide without their
interference. Except **I**  didn't decide. I didn't. Someone else inside me
decided. Someone else made my feet walk over the threshold and into the hall
where they waited. The older woman took my hand while the younger one closed
the door behind me.

The older woman guided me to a door and opened it. It was stairs to the
basement. "Go on down there, Mary. Go on. You'll love it."

While a gentle hand on my back, she encouraged me to talk my first step down
the basement stairs. I took the second. The door quietly closed behind me. I
don't remember walking the rest of way down until my feet were on the thick,
soft rug of the basement. I do remember the smells: the masculine smells of
testosterone and sweat; the feminine smells of vaginal secretions. The smell
of sex. It was heady, stimulating. It was overwhelming.

I heard a woman's groans. There was a brunette, big breasted and with dark
Latin skin. She was on her back with another woman's face buried in her
crotch. That woman was Jessica. *My* Jessica.

A man's arms went around me from behind. Strong, masculine arms wrapping
around my rib cage and pulling me tightly against him. Hands seized my
wrists and my legs.

"**No!** Let me *go*" I demanded.

"Hold on tightly, boys. She's going to buck," a man said. An older man with
a rich deep voice, a voice that sounded faintly amused.

The ones holding my legs raised them so my feet were off the floor. I
screamed. I cursed. I struggled with all my might to free myself from them.
There were five of them. Five handsome men holding me, spreading my legs.
Five muscular young studs. What could *I* Do? It wasn't enough that they
held me. Hands were all over me, stroking my thighs, playing with my
breasts. Undressing me as I fought them. I heard scissors and turned my head
to see a woman, a woman I hadn't seen before, cutting away my clothes.

And there was a sixth man. An older man standing in front of me. Rugged
looking, like the Marlboro man. With a *sexy* smile half curling his lips
and big brown eyes that made me *melt*. I had to wonder how he got all those
muscles and where the scar on his shoulder came from.

He was naked. Completely naked. I couldn't help myself. I *couldn't*. I
looked at his cock. Oh, my God, was he **big**. I mean *thick* and *long*.
What my mother would call "a woman pleaser."

There was nothing I could do to protect myself, to keep him from raping me
with his giant prod. *Nothing*. I knew he was going to *fuck* me. But I
didn't know *when*. I wanted to know when.

The young studs spread my legs wider and he stepped between them. He yanked
at my panties and they came away in his hand like tissue paper. His hands
seized my hips. His thumbs reached the lips of my labia and gently stroked.
I struggled again, but I was quickly exhausted.

"Mount her up," he said.

"I'll guide," a woman said. It was Jessica. She was under me. Her fingers
spread my lips open for him. She moved his cock to lubricate it between my
bloated and wanting lips.

The studs holding me moved me into position, wide and available, spread as
if I were in a sling. They were going to let my struggles and gravity do the
work. Let his cock just slide up inside me. *Filling* me. Filling me *up*
until I could take no more.

My breathing was ragged. I moved my hips. Oh, God! I didn't move them
*away*. I moved them *toward* him. I couldn't help it. I *couldn't*. Not
that I wanted to. But that giant *prick-head* was in me. In my *puss*. My
poor, lonely, needy puss. He felt so good. So wonderfully *good*.

"Oh, sweet Jesus," I moaned. "I'm cumming. **Cumming**. Cumming so good."

Had it been that long for me? Had it? So long that I came twice before his
cock was fully *seated*. I took it *all*. I was proud of that. Proud that
all that *man-meat* was up my twat.

The man fucking me held my ass in his two giant hands. The young studs
guided my arms and legs around him. I locked my ankles behind his back, and
my arms around his neck. I just held on. Hot. Sweaty. Gasping for air.
Holding on to a man with his cock buried in me.

He was so strong, carrying me as if I weighed no more than a feather, as he
walked into the other room, the room where Jessica had eaten the other
woman. He slowly knelt and lay me down on my back. I was on a mattress of
some kind. The room was floored with mattresses.

"So much for *foreplay*," he said with a big wide grin. "Now let's *fuck*!"

He fucked me. They fucked me. *All* of them. All six. Mr. Tucker and his
five sons. I had no idea I could orgasm that many times, although I don't
know how many times that was.

Something that happened when the young studs were having their way with me
struck me funny. One of the them was fucking me. "You're fucking me so good,
Bobby. So *good*. God, no wonder Jessica loves your *cock*. I *love* your
cock. Love it *pounding me*," I had said.

He orgasmed then and so did I. *Again*.

He rolled off me and another young stud crawled between my legs. "I'm
Timmy," he said. "This is Donny."

"Where's Bobby?" I asked.

"We drew straws and he's last," Timmy said.

I looked at the other one. "Haven't you already fucked me?" I asked.

"No, ma'am," he said politely. "That was Danny. We're twins."

He drove his cock up me, ending any further conversation.

* * * *

I awakened in a king-sized bed. Jessica was on one side of me. I groaned
loudly as I tried to get out of bed. I had to pee. There was a large dog, a
Mastiff maybe, asleep on bed on my other side. He raised his head as I
stumbled into the bathroom and collapsed on the toilet. The dog followed me
in. He stood opposite me and licked my face.

Jessica was standing in the doorway naked. She looked happy and very
well-fucked. I saw the bright colors of her new tattoo on her naked pubis.
It said **Tuckers' Slut.** I realized the apostrophe was outside the "s."
She didn't belong to *one* Tucker. She slutted for all of them.

Not that I could fault her. Now, I was their slut, too.

The dog whined. Jessica snickered.

"It wasn't a dream, was it?" I asked.

"You mean him?" she asked innocently.

"Yes. *Him*. What's his name?" I said.

"Mom! I'm *shocked*. Truly shocked. It is so *slutty* to fuck someone and
not know their name," Jessica said teasing me.

I gave her a dirty look.

"His name is King. He's the head dog but there a four others trained for
women. Want to try them?"

"Not right now. I'm so *sore* I could die."

I groaned trying to stand. Jessica came to me and helped me up. We were
standing breast to breast.

"You weren't a dream either," I said.

"No, I wasn't. You're a good *pussy-eater*, Mom. With a little practice,
you'll be the best." She kissed me then like a lover not a daughter with our
naked bodies pressed together and our tongues dueling.

King heard a noise and ran into the bedroom. In a moment, *he* was standing
there, grinning at us. *He*. Mr. Tucker.

"Hi, Mary. I'm Adam Tucker. You're a damn good fuck, if I do say so myself,"
he said happily. He extended his hand. "Come on. I want you."

"I can't. I'm too tired," I replied.

He glared at Jessica. "You didn't tell her the rules?" he asked.

"I haven't had a chance," Jessica answered guiltily.

"Mary, you can't so no. Not to me or my boys or my brothers. Not to my dogs.
Not to my friends. If you say *no*, you *will* be punished," he said.

"How?" I asked.

"Spanking for the first few offenses," he replied.

Jessica looked at me and grinned. "Go for it," she exclaimed.

I looked Adam Tucker in the eye. "I'd like for you to spank me. I really
would. But not now, please. I'm too sore," I said.

Adam gave me that smile that makes a woman weak in the knees, stood, and
held out his hand. We all went to breakfast. It was strange to sit at a
large dining table in a formal dining room with six men and five other women
having brunch, talking about sports or movies, acting so normal when
everyone is totally *naked*, *and*, last night we all had an orgy.

* * * * *

By Sunday afternoon at four, I had had my spanking, a *very* good one, I
might add. Adam and I had some time together in his bed. It was a pleasant
time. Wearing only one of Adam's old tee shirts to cover my nakedness since
they had destroyed everything else I had with me, I drove us home.

We had soup and sandwiches are our kitchen table.

"Jessica, are you going to move in with the Tuckers?" I asked.

"I *would* but I don't want to leave you alone," she replied.

"Go ahead and move, honey. I've been wanting to sell the house and move into
a townhouse closer to my work. I could put some away for retirement that
way. Something else, too. The Flint brothers have been trying to get me to
be their mistress, and I'm going to do it." Bob and Bill Flint were the men
I worked for. I was their executive secretary.

"Both of them," Jessica asked.

"Both of them. Having two men on a regular basis will help take the edge
off. And, well, Adam is going to train a dog for me just in case Bob and
Bill leave me hanging."

Jessica sat back and stared at me. I guess my behavior this weekend had
surprised her.

"Well, Mom," she finally said. "This *was* a weekend of firsts for you."

"Such as?" I said.

"Well, first gangbang."

I shook my head.

"First woman."

I shook my head.

"First dog." "First threesome." "First foursome."

I shook my head for everything she mentioned.

"I know. First incest," she said triumphantly.

"No, honey. Just the first time with you."

"And that's the only first?" she asked unbelievingly.

"I think so. But that was a very nice one."

I took Jessica's hand and led her upstairs.

The End

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