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   Southern Comfort

   Part II Chapter 5 - 7

   Story codes - MMMMFf,incest,blackmail,exhib,voy,1st,oral,prost

   *** NOTICE ***

   This section contains graphic racial slurs spoken against people of
Negroid descent.  The author is not a racist, but is simply trying to get
the empathy of the person across.

   If you are easily offended by reading a story with such a racial slur,
your choice is simple.  Just don't read it!

   Otherwise, accept it as it is, words spoken in the heat of anger.

   Enough said.

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   Synopsis: A middle-class white Southern family is blackmailed and
threatened with death.  The wife and teen daughter are forced to pay off a
debt by doing debauched sex jobs.

   Chapter 5

   As Sandra was helping her precious, 16-year old daughter prepare for
Terrance Dubois, she felt as she was preparing the sacrificial lamb.  She
knew what would happen to her baby tonight.  In one final plunge of a big,
nigger cock, her child would be changed from an innocent child into a
woman. Even with the lurid display earlier, there was nothing she could say
or do to prepare her.  As Kendra sat in front of the dresser mirror, her
red hair perfect, her skin glowing, her finest church dress fitting her
properly, Sandra still felt guilty.  She wasn't fixing her up to go to the
Senior Prom, she was sending her out to be fucked for the first time, to
lose her virginity!  But it was Kendra's choice to go, and even though they
had tried, her parents could not talk her out of helping to relieve the
debt owed to the black gangster.

   Promptly, at 4 p.m., the doorbell rang and when Sandra opened it, there
stood Terrance Dubois all pimped out in his gaudy diamonds and fine suit.
There also was a blonde bimbo on his arm, not much older than her own
daughter, who was smiling as if they were going to the county fair.  "Mrs.
Jackson, is your beautiful, young daughter ready to go?" came the dreaded
man's voice.

   "Yes,...yes she is!" replied Sandra frowning and stood back from the
door for Kendra to exit.

   "Oh, my but you do look lovely this evening, Miss Kendra!" exclaimed
Dubois.

   "Thank you, Mr.  Dubois." answered the always polite high-school junior.
"Oh, there is no need for such formality my dear.  Please just call me
Terry." The skinny blonde bimbo, with a New York accent, jumped up and
hugged Kendra.  "Hi, doll!  You look so pretty!  Just like a little angel.
We are going to have so much fun tonight with Terry, so don't be so sad
looking!"

   "Well me must be going, I have dinner reservations for six downtown and
we want to beat the traffic!  I will have Kendra back tomorrow morning
around ten.  Give my best to Jeff as well," and Dubois turned to leave, and
then reached into his coat pocket and handed a slip of paper to Sandra.

   "Sandra, you need to be at room 607 at the Downtown Regency for an
appointment with a client at 7 o'clock.  I have left a key for you at the
registration desk in your name.  Please be there at 6:45 so you can be
prepared.  Oh, and please wear something sexy!  I like all my ladies to be
sexy because they are all beautiful as you and your daughter are.  Now
don't disappoint me now, Sandra.  It might be detrimental for you AND your
daughter!"

   As the big, black man headed back out to the curb with the blond and her
daughter arm in arm, Sandra knew what that last statement meant.  If she
failed to meet some strange man tonight, and let him have sex with her, her
life and the life of her daughter would be in grave jeopardy.  And he had
complete control of her daughter tonight!  When, Sandra closed the door as
the Rolls pulled away, she looked at the paper that contained all the
information Dubois had given her along with a statement at the bottom that
sent chills down her spine.

   "We will be watching you!" If she failed to do as she was told, her
daughter could be killed.

   The young mother looked at the clock and it was already 4:10.  In order
to be at the Downtown Regency at 6:45, she would have to leave at 5:45
because of the heavy traffic in Atlanta during rush hour.  So this meant
she had an hour and a half to make herself sexy for a stranger.  Sandra
quickly ran to her bathroom and took a shower then dried her body and hair.
During this time, she wondered, what among the things she had gotten from
Connie and the thrift store would "make her look sexy." Certainly nothing
in her own wardrobe would qualify.  Those were mostly church clothes.  With
her body and hair dried, she pulled out at found some sexy lingerie bra and
panties that Jeff had bought for her one Valentine's, and she had only worn
them that one time.

   "This will serve him right!" she thought.  She pulled on the skimpy
panties and fastened the thin, lacy bra then headed to the living room,
where they now kept their "work clothes" to find something "sexy."

   While at the thrift store, Kendra had seen and picked out what must have
been a prom dress for some high school girl.  It was a size 6, her size,
and looked sleek and sexy on her.  Well, it was all she saw at the moment
to go to an exclusive hotel and be a hooker for the evening.  Back in the
bedroom, she tried on the dress on and even though it was tight, she could
zip it up in back.  It was shimmering red with a split all the way up the
right side, all the way to the hip.  The length was fine, but she did bulge
a little in the tummy and it fit tight across her rear end.  The neckline
was plunging but her 34 C's bulged out with a massive amount of cleavage.
The bra she picked must have been a push-up bra.

   Jeff was not home yet and it was 5:30, but he did say they had a special
meeting after work.  Sometimes it was 6 o'clock when he got home on those
days.  Sandra Jackson, a church-going 38-year old mother and wife, looked
at herself in her full-length mirror, and made a touch-up here and there.
Her auburn hair was looking good and there were no make-up smudges.  She
wished her boobs weren't showing quite so much in public, but someone would
be seeing the whole package anyway, she thought.

   When she was looking in the mirror, she prayed, "Lord, please watch over
Kendra tonight and keep her safe." Then she thought about herself, "And
Lord, watch over me tonight as well, as I go to meet a complete stranger.
And forgive me of my sins, as I leave to go and commit adultery."

   * * *

   Just as Sandra was parking her car, her cell phone rang.  It was Jeff
calling her according to the caller ID.

   "Hello," answered Sandra with no usual happiness.

   "Hi, honey.  I finally got home and saw you were gone. 
Did...uh...Kendra get off okay?" Jeff asked.

   "Yes, she left at 4 o'clock.  I was given an appointment to meet a
'client' downtown at the Regency at 7:00.  So while I'm down here fucking a
complete stranger, you will have to get your own supper, Jeff.  I don't
know how long I will be," came the spiteful reply from his wife.

   An elderly couple was just passing her on the way to the garage
elevator, and over heard her "I'm down here fucking a complete stranger,
you will have to get your own supper, Jeff" comment!  The lady gasped and
they started walking faster to their own car.

   "Uh...okay, honey, you...well...be careful, okay?" replied Jeff then his
wife abruptly disconnected.  No good-bye or anything.  Jeff had started to
say "you have a good time," but caught himself before it got out.  How
could a wonderful, Christian lady going out to be a whore have a wonderful
time he thought?

   Sandra opened the room to 607, and stepped in.  She turned on three
lamps, and then turned one off.  It was a little chilly, being February, so
she adjusted the thermostat to warm the room.  Exactly how does a
prostitute prepare to receive her "client" she thought.  Should she go
ahead and turn down the bed or leave it made.  Should she keep her clothes
on or already be undressed when he arrives.  She had no earthly idea.  She
finally decided to just open the window curtain and look out over downtown
Atlanta.  She saw the steam coming from ducts on roofs, venting exhaust in
the cold night air.  It was a clear night, and the lights of the city
seemed bright on the crisp, February night.  She spoke softly to herself,
"I guess it's as good of night as any to get fucked by a stranger!"

   When the rap came at the door, Sandra jumped and then realized whom it
was and why he was there.  Her stomach began to feel uneasy, but she told
herself she had to go through with this to save her daughter's life.  By
the time she got to the door, the sharp rap came again, only louder.

   When Sandra opened the door, there stood a ruggedly handsome man with
sandy hair, a sport coat and dress shirt and slacks.  She saw immediately
that she was about eight to ten years older than the well-built man
standing there in the doorway.

   "Hi, are you Sandra?" he asked politely.  His smile put her somewhat at
ease, but she instantaneously again went over all the "rules" that Connie
had given her and her daughter.

   "Yes, yes I am...come on in," Sandra forcing a smile to greet her
"john."

   "Hi, I'm Bob," then the 38-year-old wife and mother let him into the
room and she locked the door.

   "Why did I that door?" she thought.  When Sandra walked away from the
door up to Bob, his eyes lit up!

   "Wow, my contact said you would be a little older than me probably, but
wow!  You are absolutely gorgeous and smoking hot!  I wouldn't figured you
a day over 25!" Bob said as he stood back to look at her.  Not knowing if
he really meant it or if it was cheap flattery for her, but it was working!


   "Why thank you, Bob.  That is very sweet of you!" she said accepting the
complement.  "Now, as to the payment for services rendered..."

   "Oh, yes," said the young man as he reached in his pocket and brought
out a money clip with several $100 bills.  He peeled off three of them and
handed them to Sandra.  She tucked the money quickly into her small purse.

   "Oh, before we get too far, I stopped in the bar downstairs and got us a
bottle of chilled wine.  Let me open it first," then Bob peeled the wrapper
and popped the cork.  There were no wine glasses so they had to use the
plastic-covered clear cups provided in the room.  They laughed about
drinking expensive wine from cheap hotel cups.  Sandra started to feel
easier.  She thought maybe if she could get drunk and pass out and let him
do her and leave she could get through this.  Maybe that would count as her
date for Dubois' purposes.  Sandra sat on the end of the king-sized bed as
Bob sat in an armchair and made small talk.  He was an industrial engineer
and he really was in Atlanta for a convention.  He was from Iowa and said
he loved coming to the South for these meetings in the winter to get away
from the snow.  Sandra nervously swallowed the last of her wine in her cup
and Bob filled it again quickly.  Then she started on that cup.

   Sandra smiled and tried to be nice to the young man, but it was still
hard.  Finally, she spoke.

   "Bob, I'm sorry if I seem overly nervous.  You see, I'm kinda' new at
this ..." Bob rose from his chair and then sat on the bed with Sandra
before she could finish.

   "Yes, I know, Sandra.  I can tell.  Please tell me truthfully now.  Is
this your first time?" inquired the strange man.

   Sandra was stunned a little.  "Well, yes it is Bob," then she gulped
down another big swallow of wine.  "How...uh...I mean, how could you tell?"
she asked.

   Bob tenderly picked up her left hand and said, "Because of the wedding
rings."

   Sandra wished she could have just melted and pooled in a puddle right
there.  Her mouth was wide open and she froze for a moment.  Her wedding
rings!  She hardly ever took them off and was so used to wearing them.

   "Oh...oh my God!...uh...uh...oh, Bob, I'm sorry.." the beautiful wife
stammered.

   "No, no, Sandra!  Shush.  Don't be sorry!  You are a beautiful woman,
and your husband is so lucky to have you as his wife.  You know, I find
it's kind of a turn-on when I meet-up with a lady of the evening who has
wedding rings." As Bob spoke his voice kept getting softer and he reached
for her cup sat it down on a table and used her hands to gently make her
stand in front of him.  "To me, it tells me that a married lady is sure of
herself, she already knows what she wants, and she is an experienced
lover!" With this Bob's lips had gone to the side of Sandra's neck and
began to gently and very slowly kiss her neck all the way up to her
earlobe. He took her earlobe gently in his teeth and pulled on it.  Then
raked it gently with his front incisors.

   "Oh what that does to me, whenever Jeff does the same thing," she
thought.  But it also was having the same effect on her now.  Sandra's nips
grew hard and her slit started to cream.  She trembled slightly, not from
the cold, but from sexual excitement.

   At an erotically slow pace, he kissed up the side of her face and ran
his fingers through her thick auburn locks.  His mouth was hot and moist on
her forehead and Bob was slowly working the little wet kisses down her
nose. Every spot he kissed, his tongue tip left a little wet place to mark
where it had been.  Before she knew what was happening, she was looking
directly into his eyes.  The couple, strangers to each other, mutually
embraced and kissed.  They looked deeply into each other's eyes and then
kissed again.  This time they became passionate in their kissing, swapping
tongues and saliva.  Sandra's breath became heavy and deep.  She couldn't
get enough of this young man.  She wanted him to kiss her not only on the
mouth, but also all over her body, even in her most intimate places.  She
determined she was going to give her body to this young man who was several
years younger than herself.  She remembered about what Connie said about
"no kissing." But hell, that went out the window when Bob started seducing
her on her neck!  They embraced and kept the passion going.  The zipper on
Sandra's gown was now all the way open and his hand was gently rubbing her
bare back.

   "How did it get that way," she thought.  "Oh, it must have been Bob's
fingers that unzipped it.  He's undressing me!" But she didn't care.  Ever
so slowly Bob drew his new lover around to the side of the bed with the
back of Sandra's thighs touching the side of the soon to be love nest.  Bob
reached up to the straps suspending Sandra's dress on her shoulders pulling
them off and letting go.  Sandra dropped her arms to her side and the red
prom dress fell and puddled at her feet.  Wrapping his arms around to her
back, he quickly unsnapped the bra strap and pulled it gently off her
frame. It fell down to join the gown at her feet.

   "He is undressing me, and I'm letting him so he can have sex with me!"
roared through the lovely wife's mind but she loved the lust in his eyes as
she was stripped.  All Bob thought was he wanted to continue undressing
this vision of middle-age loveliness, peeling each piece of clothing from
off her body as if stripping petals from a delicate flower.  Sandy had worn
stay-up hose, but they were sexy enough for the Midwest man.  His hands
kneaded her breasts on her naked chest, pulling one tit up and he began
sucking on the nipple.  The young man from Iowa pulled the other firm tit
to his warm mouth and suckled it even harder, trying to get milk from this
MILF.  He stood back as if to admire the work he had already accomplish but
also to admire this woman's luscious body.  The titties stood up on her
chest with hard nipples so proudly erect.  Not a bit of sag!  Her chest was
now moving up and down with her deep breathing.  Her heart was beat so
strong and fast, surely he could hear it!

   "You are so, so beautiful Sandra!" Bob spoke in a soft voice.

   * * *

   This mother hadn't felt this way in years, having a man looking at her
near naked body and seem to be worshipping it.  She closed her eyes, which
were wet with tears, but she was smiling.  When she opened her eyes again,
Bob was standing before her in just his briefs.  His body was lithe and
lean.  Adequate hair covered his chest but not too much.  His abdomen
showed a slight hint of a six-pack.  Her eyes were drawn to the huge bulge
that was on the front of his briefs.  That would be the penis that would go
inside her married pussy.  Again, he wrapped his arms around her body and
she held on to his and kissed again.  She now felt easy with this young man
from Iowa.  She felt she could trust him.  As he kissed her now, she felt
his fingers deftly pull the elastic of the lacy panties over her smooth
hips and let them fall, joining her dress and bra on the floor.  Bob broke
her kiss, still looking into her eyes and took her hands and gently pushed
her back, helping her to simply lie back on the bed.  Sandra just used her
toes from each foot to pry the shoe off the opposite foot while he was
soaking in the nude body that lay before him.

   "You are one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen, and certainly
more beautiful than others I've met in these situations.  You know why,
Sandra?" he asked.  Sandra simply smiled, with tears in her eyes, and shook
her head "no," for she assumed he would tell her.

   "Because you are real, Sandra!  A natural beauty that is not ashamed to
share that beauty with another man.  Most women I see are cheap, fake, only
there for the money.  You are a mother I presume?" he asked.

   "Yes," was all the answer she would give, but still with a feel-good
smile.

   "You are a real wife and mother that came here tonight, maybe because
she had to for the money, but now the look in her eyes tells me she wants
to be here!" Bob softly said.  Then, when Sandra thought about that last
statement, she knew he was right!  She now wanted to be here, naked before
a complete stranger, and let her 38-year old body be loved, lusted for, and
desired by a handsome man.  She would give married body to him.

   It wasn't until now that Bob pulled his own briefs off and let them
fall, releasing a fine cock that was indeed a wonderful specimen of male
anatomy.  As Bob slowly crawled upon to the bed, she grabbed the hard dick
as to help pull him up on top of her.  She looked and made her inspection.
No redness and no runny looking sores, as Connie had warned against.  He
was clean, and handsome, and was about to screw her cunt!

   Without a word, both simultaneously repositioned themselves long ways on
the bed so that the soft pillows cradled Sandra's head.  Bob now began to
kiss this lovely creature again as he slowly lowered his body onto her. 
She felt his warm skin touching hers.  He felt her firm breasts mashing
against his chest.  Her woman juices were flowing now in anticipation of
the inevitable insertion of his male member.  They were preparing her
vaginal cavity to be fucked, to be violated, to mate!  They kissed another
minute in a close embrace.

   Her eyes had been closed, but now he wasn't there.  Where did he go? 
She opened her eyes to see his head lowering down to her womanly parts, her
cavern of delight.  No!  No!  She was unsure of her vaginal juices if they
would smell repulsive to him.  Then she felt the Bob's tongue began to lick
inside her vulva, and nuzzle her lips.  After several moments, he applied
direct suction to her clit and Sandra thought she would lose her mind right
then!  Her hips bucked off the bed and her body was in a suspended arch. 
The younger man had to hold on to her thighs to remain in contact.

   "Awwww, gawd!  Oh, gawd!  She screamed with her first orgasm of the
night, then filled her lungs with air and held it as she remained
motionless, still arched off of the bed.  Her husband had never gone down
on her and this was her first experience of oral heaven in her hole.  He
lapped and lapped the abundance of nectar that began pouring from her
vagina.  Finally, Sandra let herself collapse back onto the bed, and shook
with further orgasms.  She began to almost lose consciousness.

   Then, Sandra felt it!  The large mushroom-shaped head of his circumcised
cock knocking to gain entrance to her chamber of love!  Would she let him
in or would she turn him away as an invader?  This beautiful wife of Jeff
Jackson and mother of a beautiful 16-year old girl reached down and gently
stretched the skin on either side of her vagina, allowing the thick labia
to allow entrance.  And enter it did!  Slowly but positively, with a steady
movement the cock pushed in.  No friction impeded the flow of the man meat
into her lubricated depths until he bottomed out, somewhere past the
entrance of her cervix.  The head was definitely in her womb, but with her
fallopian tubes shut off, no risk of pregnancy with a bastard child was
thought of.  Bob began the slow and steady stroke of copulation, making
Sandra have a feeling of rapture, as well as he.  The angle was such that
her G-spot was partially rubbed and this furthered the flames of passion in
her belly.

   After several minutes of the ever intensifying boiling, a sudden burst
of sexual lightening struck Sandra's inner core.  She screamed and cried at
the same time as the young man kept pistoning her with his dick.

   "Oh, FUCK!  AAAUUUUGGHHH, oh gawd!  That feels so good!  Don't stop! 
Keep stroking!  Don't you dare pull out!  AAAUUUGGHH!" came the wife's
screams from the penetration of a strange penis.

   His cock wasn't necessarily that long, nor that thick.  Sandra believed
it was the strangeness of it.  A man whom she had never met until a few
minutes ago was now sharing with her the most intimate experience that a
male and female can make.  He was fucking her!  She was fucking him, as she
pushed her cunt up against him.  They were mating with each other!  And it
felt good!  Damn, it felt so good, and she no longer was ashamed.

   "Fuck me, Bob, Fuck my married pussy, Bob!  Fuck me!" came her screams
as she orgasmed over and over.  Finally, after trying to hold off as long
as he could, his body could not take anymore of this sexual wildcat
underneath him.

   "Aaaauuuggghhhwwww" He groaned.  He emptied what he thought to be a
gallon of semen into the married woman's womb.

   As both came back to the realm of conscious reality, they continued to
embrace, to snuggle and then to once again kiss.  Bob left his tool up in
the auburn haired beauty until it had finally lost all stiffness and simply
plopped out.  That which had seemed so taboo in Sandra's mind last week,
just didn't seem as bad now.  Was it because she was officially now an
adulterer, or was it because she enjoyed it so much?

   As Bob was now dressing himself to leave, he looked over at the nude and
perfect female form lying on the bed on her side, where she had propped her
head up by her hand and arm, watching him.  "Sandra, do you know what a hot
wife is?" he quizzed.

   "No, I don't Bob.  Remember, all this is rather new to me," she replied.

   "A hot wife is a beautiful wife, like yourself, who goes out with other
guys, has sex with them, but not for money, just because they want to. 
They go home with a load of semen and sit on their husband's faces and
makes him eat it and clean her out.  Some men really like that part, and
look forward to her sharing her intimate night out with some other man. 
You might want to think about trying that with your own husband," he
explained.

   Sandra thought about it for a minute.  "Thank you Bob.  I might just try
that and see how he likes it."

   Bob picked up his sports jacket, bent over to the lovely wife and mother
and kissed her again.  He reached in his pocket and peeled off another
hundred from the money clip and dropped it in front of her.

   "Here, pretty lady, you keep this as a tip.  As far as I'm concerned,
you were worth every penny I handed you tonight!  When I come back to
Atlanta, I'm going to ask for you by name and I hope you will be around!"
said the handsome 30-year old.

   "Thank you, Bob, and thank you for your kindness.  It means a lot to me,
more than you will ever know!" Sandra replied.  Bob walked out the door and
was gone.  Sandra laid back on the bed and looked out the window glass at
the cold, clear Atlanta night.  "A lover for an hour.  Could I get used to
this?" she asked herself.

   When she got up from the bed she felt the spunk starting to move down
from her womb.  She wanted to do what Bob suggested, but how would she keep
it all up inside her and most of it not leak out?  Toilet paper or tissues
wouldn't keep it in her.  She needed something like a stopper!  Then she
thought about the condoms she now carried with her.  She took a foil out of
her purse, opened it and quickly stuffed it with lots of toilet paper and
tissues.  When she had stuffed it and had tied it off, it looked somewhat
like a pink sausage.  Then she pushed her sausage up into herself like a
tampon.  She thought that this might work and keep most of Bob's semen
inside.  This was a souvenir that she was going to share with her gambling,
son of a bitch husband.

   Sandra dressed and turned out the light and opened the door to leave. 
There stood a large black man with baggy clothes, gaudy jewelry, and a hat
on his head.  He stood there smiling at her and simply held out his hand.
He had been waiting for Sandra right outside her door.  She did not know if
this was one of the men who had raped her the other night because they had
ski masks on that covered their faces.  Then the cold, hard reality again
hit her in the face.  The 38-year old beauty was not there to experience
love and compassion from a handsome man, but to serve as Terrance Dubois'
whore!  The Negro didn't say a word to give away his voice.  He simply was
standing there, smiling, holding out his hand, and expecting her to give
him the money for her "services" tonight.  Sandra reached into her purse
pulled out the original $300 still folded, and placed the blackmail money
into the palm of his hand.  He tipped his hat and walked away.  She had not
said anything to the man, but all she wanted to do was kick him in his
nuts! Luckily, Sandra had put the extra $100 tip tucked away unseen.

   On the way home, Sandra could not help but think about and worry about
Kendra with that evil Dubois man.  She knew her daughter was mature for her
age, and had a good head on her shoulders.  But she also knew that when her
daughter returned home tomorrow, her flower would have been taken from her.
She would not be a virgin, but a woman.  She could not save herself for her
husband, and that saddened the loving mother.

   Sandra arrived home about 11 o'clock.  Jeff was at home and in fact was
already in bed but not asleep when she walked into the bedroom.

   "Hi, honey.  How did it go?" he timidly asked.

   Sandra did not answer a word but simply took off her gown, bra, shoes
and panties, letting them fall onto the floor where they stayed.  With no
emotion, she walked up to his side of their bed and simply commanded,
"Strip!!"

   Jeff was unsure what she meant.  "What do you mean, Sandra"?

   "Damn you, Jeff!  I said strip naked and lay on your back on the bed. 
Now!!" Sandra screamed at her husband.

   The husband understood that perfectly!  He quickly shed his undershirt
and boxers, then laid back on the bed, face up.  Sandra climbed on the bed
and straddled his head.

   "Open your mouth, you son of a bitch!" again she screamed.

   When her husband obeyed, the wife said, "Jeff, here is all your gambling
winnings for tonight!" Sandra quickly pulled out the tissue filled condom
and sat her vagina opening directly over Jeff's mouth!  Globs of white
semen fell down into his mouth, almost choking him.  Some ran into his
nose, and some traced down his cheeks and chin.  She rubbed her twat all
over his face as if to add to her humiliation of him.  Then Sandra saw
something she did not expect.  Since she was facing towards Jeff's lower
body, she saw his cock standing straight up, harder than she ever seen it
before!  Jeff was getting sexually aroused by being force fed another man's
cum!  Sandra lunged forward and swallowed Jeff's cock and began sucking and
slurping it.  She hadn't given many blowjobs before, but she was an expert
cock-sucker tonight!  When Mike was able to breathe again, he began licking
all around his wife's cunt, but especially on the swollen clit that had
angrily stood out.  It wasn't long before both husband and wife orgasmed
with an intensity that neither had experienced before in their married
life.

   She had fed her husband a strange man's cum from her pussy, because she
was now a nigger man's whore, and her husband, even though was forced to
eat it, gladly received it and swallowed it down thankfully.  When both
recovered from their existential trip to the Fifth Dimension, Sandra turned
around and kissed her husband's cum covered face, tasting for the first
time Bob's semen that he had left in her womb.  Jeff gently embraced his
wife as she then lay peacefully beside him.  The lamp was turned out and
the covers were pulled up to ward off the chill of a February night. 
Neither spoke a word, but both husband and his prostitute wife were sound
asleep within a minute, nude under the covers.

   Chapter 6

   Terrance Dubois had held the front passenger door open, indicating that
he wanted Sandra's daughter to sit next to him.  Mitzi, the ditzy blond
entered behind her, leaving Kendra between the two of them on the long
bench seat.

   "Kendra, we are going to a lot of fun tonight, just wait and see, but
it's still early and we need to stop and get you some proper clothing,"
Dubois stated as he drove.

   "Uh, why?  What's wrong with my clothin'?" questioned the young girl.

   "Nothing really, dear, if you want to go to revival meeting.  But that's
now where we are goin'!  We are goin' to a very nice and exclusive downtown
Atlanta club for our meal.  I'm afraid you would feel kind of out of place
dressed like that!" responded Dubois.

   What the man wanted was for her to look like a slut.  The Rolls Royce
pulled up in front of a hole in the wall store in the downtown area called
"The Pussy Cats." All three went in the store which had many racks of
women's and junior's clothes.  Most of the clothing Kendra saw, she would
have never dreamed of wearing.  Not only were all the dresses way too
short, they were gaudy and flashy looking.  The honor student thought only
hookers and tramps would shop there, thus she felt very out of place.  But
that was exactly why they were there.

   "Mitzi, help Kendra pick out something nice and appropriate for the
night please," Dubois ordered then turned away to answer a cell phone call.

   "What size are you, honey?" asked Mitzi.

   "Uh,...about a 6, I think" answered Kendra.

   "Yeah, your boobs look like they are good and full too!  I think I saw
something up here Terry would like," the blond said and strutted down an
aisle.  Her yellow mini-skirt was so short and tight, it almost didn't
qualify as clothing.  Her blouse was a sheer wrap-around piece and she
balanced on very high platform heels.  "Come on in here, doll, and let's
try this one on," the ditzy blond instructed.

   Both women entered a dressing booth that only had a draw curtain. 
Kendra saw that a gap was open that would allow anyone in the store to look
in.

   "Here, honey, try this on and hurry!  We don't want to keep Terry
waiting.  He gets real pissed when one of his girls keeps him waiting."
Kendra took off the jacket and skirt of the suit she wore, then the blouse
and slip, leaving just the bra and panties.

   "Come, on honey, all of it!  Hurry up now!" ordered Mitzi.

   The 11th grader took her underwear off and felt more naked than ever
with the gap in the opening.  Mitzi, handed her a slinky, purple shimmering
dress.  When it was on the girl, it barely came over her ass and was just
past her ass cheeks.  The top lay open, exposing the chest of the girl
almost completely.

   Kendra thought, "How can I wear this in public?  I'll look like a
whore!" Then she remembered that that is exactly what she and her mother
were going to be.  Two whores being blackmailed to work for a nigger, who
would kill them both if they didn't!

   "Be right back, doll!" Mitzi said as she bolted through the doorway,
letting the curtain fabric float around, further exposing the occupant. 
She was immediately back with some kind of undergarment in her hand.  Mitzi
simply pulled the top of the dress off the shoulders of the high school
girl to uncover her nice rack.

   "Yeah!  You do have nice titties, doll!  Here, put this on!" commanded
the blond.  The garment turned out to be a shelf bra and pushup bra in one.
Kendra's breasts were lifted and squeezed to show maximum cleavage, but the
tits lay open on top with her now very erect nipples showing.  When she
pulled the shoulders of the garment back up, now her titties were well
exposed, jutting out, with ample cleavage and areolas exposed.  Mitzi
pulled a reluctant Kendra back out to the floor where Dubois, still on his
phone, simply looked her over and whispered to Mitzi to get her some shoes.
Kendra followed Mitzi to another aisle, which contained nothing but high
heel shoes.  They found Kendra size and found a purple pair that fit Kendra
perfectly.  The stilettos lifted the high school girl 6 inches taller, but
she could barely walk in them.

   "Here, sweetie, just follow me and watch me," Mitzi told her.  The blond
walked back to the dressing room, putting one foot exactly in front of the
other, and accented her behind as she walked.  Kendra found she could walk
better that way, but not much.  "You'll get used to them, honey.  Come on
we've got to pay and get out of here.  We don't want to keep Terry
waiting!" Mitzi spoke quickly.

   "Wait, Mitzi!" whispered Kendra.  "I don't have any panties on
underneath this thing!"

   "Doll, don't worry about it!  They just get in the way of the goodies.
And believe me, with the dates and dances you will be doing for Terry, they
won't be staying on that long anyway!" smiled Mitzi as she grabbed up the
shoes, suit, blouse and all underwear she wore into the store and pushed
them into a large "Pussy Cats" shopping bag, and handed them to the stunned
girl.

   As the redheaded student was now again sitting in the middle of the
luxury car between her two companions, she was embarrassed and very
self-conscious of her near nudity.  Every once in a while Dubois would
reach down and rub Kendra's left thigh, with his diamond-ringed pinky
finger coming dangerously close to the girl's twat.  Mitzi did the same to
the right thigh, but she was looking directly at Kendra and smiling an evil
smile.  The poor girl had no idea what was going to be in store for her
this evening.

   Dubois pulled up in front of a very well-lit building with a large neon
sign over the entrance displaying "The Stallion Gentleman's Club." The two
slutty women followed Terrance Dubois into the club.

   "Good evening, Mr.  Dubois!  Good evening, ladies!" greeted the doorman.
Dubois made his way up front where a stage was decorated elaborately with
lights, gold steamers, and glitter everywhere.  Dubois held out the seat
for Kendra to sit, then for Mitzi.

   "Always the gentleman, Terry!" Mitzi said and gave a big kiss to her
benefactor as she pulled him to her face.  His big black hand reached into
her top and pulled out a tit and left it hanging.  Mitzi just left it out,
unashamed.

   When the big Negro man sat around next to Kendra, he handed her a card.
"Here, my dear.  This is your new ID card, use it whenever you are here and
at any other place I send you to work.  Be sure you keep it with you.  It
will be bad if you don't!" he said as he looked directly into the young
girl's eyes, which made her shiver.  The card was an exact duplicate of her
own Georgia driver's license she had obtained last year except for three
exceptions.  Foremost, it showed her being born in a year that would make
her 21.  Then she noticed her name was simply "Kendra Reese" and that she
lived at some address on Peachtree Street.  It even had the same picture
that was on her real license.  Somehow, his fake ID maker had connections
to the Georgia Department of Motor Vehicles, she though.  She put it in her
purse quickly.

   "Good evening, Mr.  Dubois.  Would you like your usual, sir?" spoke a
young waitress, not that much older than Kendra.  Her uniform was very
short and tight fitting.

   "Yes, Judy.  Make that three.  Thank you!" returned Dubois as he run his
big, black hand under the brief uniform, rubbing her leg.  A waiter came
and brought a bottle of champagne, chilled in a silver ice bucket.  He
pulled the foil wrapper off the neck and popped the cork, pouring three
glasses of the fine, bubbly beverage.  When the glass was placed in front
of Kendra, the high-school junior spoke up.  "Oh, no, Mr.  Dubois, uh,
Terry.  Please, I'm not old enough to drink!"

   Dubois picked up her glass and handed it to her saying, "Relax, my dear!
You have an ID that says you are 21, and you have every right to drink if
you want to.  I own this club and I want you to drink!" he spoke as he
looked into her eyes.

   Slowly, Kendra took the glass from the big Negro man and put it to her
lips to sip.  It was fruity tasting, but also very tangy.  The bubbles
tickled her nose.  She drank several swallows until the glass was empty,
then Dubois refilled it, smiling at the young girl.  While he was doing
this, his hand began to creep up Kendra's leg until he touched the tender,
moist lips of her fair flower.  Kendra jumped and stared straight ahead. 
With no panties on, his molesting hand was was unimpeded.  He kept rubbing
her pubis until he began to feel moisture from the girl.  A city official
came over and greeted Dubois and they shook hands.  They started a
conversation lasting for at least ten minutes.  All that time, Dubois had
his left hand under the table, playing with Kendra's pussy, poking his
pinky finger into her vulva.  Her dress was so short that it rose up to
completely, exposing her genitals.  The tablecloth covered the top but not
far down the sides.  She was unsure if anybody sitting in front of her
could see the molestation of her privates going on.  Occasionally he would
dip a big finger into her channel but stop when he felt her hymen.  That
would be taken care of later.  Mostly, he pulled and rubbed on her labia
petals and rolled her clit between two fingers.  The high school junior had
to suppress three violent orgasms during this time.  She certainly didn't
want to embarrass Mr.  Dubois while talking to his guest.  Kendra had
masturbated herself a few times, while in the shower.  She knew she would
be vocal if she came.  When the guest left, Dubois stopped rubbing Kendra
but brought his fingers up and sucked them in his mouth briefly.

   "My, my, Kendra, but you taste good!  Mitzi and I can't wait to taste
your lovely snatch later!" said Dubois with a laugh.  That answered a
question that had been lingering on the young girl's mind.  She would be
forced into lesbianism with the blond bimbo, who still had a breast hanging
out.

   The food was brought and a plate was set in front of each.  Each
contained a New York Strip steak cooked medium rare, baby carrots, and
green peas.  Each champagne glass was kept filled.  All started to eat, but
Kendra didn't know if she could hold anything down with the pussy play that
was occurring on her, and with the booze.  But she found the steak to be
very good and, in fact, the best she ever ate, she thought.

   While they ate, Dubois started the conversation.  You know ladies, when
I was a young boy, my family was dirt po'.  I had five brutha's and five
sista's.  My daddy wuz a sharecropper over around the Georgia and Alabama
line.  Us nigga's would pick cotton 'til our hands was bleedin' by the end
of the day.  It was hard wuk.  Too hard fo' me, so's I up and runs away
from home when I wuz 12.  I killed my fust nigga' when I was only 15.  I
kills my fust white man when I was 16.  But I always seemed to stay ahead
of the law some hows"

   The story sent cold shivers up and down Kendra's spine.  "He is capable
of murdering my whole family, if he was a mind to!" she thought with a knot
drawing up inside of her.

   * * *

   Just then, the house lights lowered and bright spotlights illumined the
stage.  A voice came over the loud speakers.

   "Ladies, and Gentlemen.  Welcome to the Stallion Club this evening.  Our
first lovely dancer, comes from right here in Atlanta, and has really made
a name for herself at the Stallion club.  I present to you the lovely,
Delilah for your viewing and lusting pleasure!"

   Applause greeted the first dancer, who was a black-haired, beautiful
young woman, but her make-up made her look older than she was.  The lovely
girl danced around the stage with a sheer lavender genie outfit on.  Her
boobs were well on display despite the sheer material.  She shook and
grinded her ass, which she would spank once in a while.  She made alluring
moves and looks to various men who came around the stage for a closer view.
They poked fives and tens down into her massive cleavage for her tips.  At
the end of the first song another slow, sensual song started, and the
dancer slowly stripped off the sheer top so her tits completely swung free.
There was a birthmark on the side of her left breast.

   Kendra thought, "I've seen that birthmark somewhere before, but where?"

   Again the lurid and lewd dancing continued around the stage as she
grabbed her jugs and rubbed men's faces with them.  Towards the end of the
second song, she dropped the sheer bottom and now the beautiful brunette
was completely naked, except for the high stilettos she had on.  Dubois
leaned over to Kendra and whispered into Kendra's ear.

   "Watch her carefully and see everything she does, my dear.  That will be
you up there before long!" The revelation shocked the high-school honor
student.  That was going to be her before long, bumping and grinding a
vulgar dance before a bunch of lustful men!  But Kendra started to feel
moisture flow from her own pussy!  Why could that be?  Am I really being
turned on by this vulgar display?" she wondered.

   On this set, the dancer spent most of her time on her back with her ass
and pussy stuck up, right in the faces of the men tipping her!  When the
tips stopped coming, she would stick her fingers in her cunt, fuck herself
about 10 seconds then suck them in her mouth.  Oh, how nasty and disgusting
that was, Kendra thought!  It was then that Kendra saw a small tattoo on
her pelvis right above her vagina, but she was too far away to tell what it
was.  The dancer did have a black garter around her leg right above her
knee where her admirers would stick their tips.  The men simply folded up
the bill and put the tip under the elastic belt.  Every so often a woman
would come up and put a bill under the garter as well.

   Towards the end of the last song, thus her set, Dubois wrapped a $100
bill around his index finger and gave it to Kendra.  He leaned over to
Kendra to talk above the loud music, and placed the finger formed bill over
Kendra's right index finger.

   "Go up to her like she is on the floor at the end of the stage.  Tell
her Terrance Dubois told you to insert this in her pussy.  I'll be watching
you so do what I say!"

   The innocent honors student in the shimmering short dress got up and
walked around to the end of the stage.  When the girl looked at her, and
Kendra saw her face, "Karen Hasty!" That was Karen Hasty who graduated last
year from her high school!  Even though she was two years ahead, Kendra
knew her.  They had gym class together, and that's where she had seen the
small birthmark, in the locker room.  Karen was always nice to lower
classmen.  Karen looked at Kendra and almost froze!  The dancer knew she
had been recognized.

   Kendra motioned for her to lean forward and when she did, she had to
almost yell in Karen's ear over the music and cheering and hoots of the
audience.

   "Mr.  Terrance Dubois told me to come up here and stick this in your
pussy with my finger!" she yelled.

   Both girls turned red with humiliation, but Karen scooted close to the
stage, lay back and splayed her legs, displaying her crotch about a foot in
front of Kendra, who then with her index finger pushed the $100 bill into
her pussy deep, as she was instructed.  When she did, the 16-year old was
close enough to see what the tattoo was.  It was the word "SLUT" inked
permanently above her cunt!  Kendra immediately turned and hurried back to
the table, not even looking back to see what Karen did with the money.  But
the young redhead did feel a bit of Karen's moisture on her finger.  She
felt so dirty having to do that to her friend, but it also excited her.

   After about an hour, Dubois' group left the table and he led them up
some steps to a second, much higher level that looked down over the stage
and the whole club.  He showed the ladies into a room that was painted
black but pinkish and lavender lights and neon illumined the room.  A small
bar was along the back and a king size bed was in the center.  A Plexiglas
wall took up one wall and all the dancers and patrons could be seen below
in the club.  It was so sound proof, all of the loud music was only a very
soft "thump, thump, thump" of the beat.  It was built that way so the
screams and cries of young, virgin girls could not be heard below.

   "Kendra, come here, take and drink this.  It will make you feel better,"
commanded Dubois.  When she took the glass she asked what it was.  "It's
just gin and tonic, with some sweet cherry flavoring for a better taste for
a young girl," he replied.  He didn't tell her, though, that he had doubled
the alcohol in the drink so it would get her drunker quicker.  The
high-school junior took a swallow then coughed at the burning of the
alcohol.  So, she figured it better to swallow it all in one gulp, like
medicine and that's exactly what she did.  She coughed again was getting
used to the burning.

   "My, my girl, but yo' sho' can drink your liquor!" complimented Dubois.
He fixed another and handed it to her, which she drank slower.  When she
looked above the bar, she saw a row of 2 by 2 foot white cloths, each with
a red stain in the middle.  Each had a female's name displayed on the
bottom of each cloth.  There in the middle was a red-stained cloth with the
name "Karen Hasty" in big block letters!  Trophies of girls who had their
virginity taken from them by this nigger!  Kendra figured tomorrow her
trophy would be hanging on Dubois' wall; a trophy worth $20,000!

   With the alcohol of the champagne she drank in the club and the gin she
was drinking here, the young redhead was feeling kind of woozy.  Mitzi and
Terrance directed her over to the bed in the center.  She sat on the side
facing the Plexiglas, looking down to the floor below.  Could they all
watch while she had her cherry popped?  Right now, she didn't care.  She
just wanted to get this over with so she could go home to her Momma. 
Kendra heard a noise and looked behind her on the bed.  Dubois was already
pounding his big, black, slab of cock meat into Mitzi lying next to her.

   "I'll be next, the main attraction!" she thought then she threw the
drink back and finished the remainder of the gin.  She lay back to watch
Mitzi's face contort to the massive fucking she was getting from the giant
dick.  She screamed a couple of times, signaling her own orgasms.

   Dubois pulled out of Mitzi's shaved snatch just before he blew his load
into her.  He was saving it for the pretty redhead.  Both Dubois and Mitzi
pulled her now almost limp body around and the black man placed her legs on
either side of himself with her ankles on his shoulders.  Mitzi helped pull
the short, sexy dress off the high school junior's body, then unsnapped the
sexy bra.  They both then laid Kendra back on the mattress.  The honors
student looked up at Dubois and Mitzi's faces wondering what was going on.
She had suddenly felt a chill.  When she reached up to check her dress, it
was gone!  All she grasped were two mounds of her own tender tit flesh

   Dubois gazed upon the lovely Kendra Jackson's naked body and longed for
the day that her lovely mother would also be laid out nude before him,
ready to fuck!  The evil Negro thought he lusted more for the mother than
the daughter!  But now it was time for the virgin sacrifice!  The 2 by 2
cloth had been placed and all was ready.  Kendra was so drunk she hardly
realized what was going on.  Dubois took one more look at the beautiful,
young vagina, checking that indeed the precious hymen was still intact, but
would be soon torn away.  He eased the big plum head of his nigger dick to
the waiting mouth of the innocent hole.  He steadied himself, waiting for
the exquisite moment when he would take forever what this young girl had
been saving, for him.  Then he plunged!

   "AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH!  Oh, gawd!  Oh, gawd!  It hurts!  Take it out,
pleeeeease take it out!" the young 16-year old cried as the thick cock head
tore through the thin membrane guard of her purity.  The deed was done, her
innocence was gone, and blood was already seeping onto the cloth that would
become a new trophy above a black man's bar.

   "AAAAAUUUUGGGHHHHH!  Pleeeeease your killing meeee!  Oh, gawd save me
from this big nigger!" cried the desperate young female as her rapist sawed
back and forth in the tender chute.

   "He's killing me, God!  This big nigger is killing me!! 
EEEEEEeeeeeeee!" the young girl screamed again!  The ditzy-headed Mitzi was
at her head, trying to comfort her, kissing her cheeks, and whispering into
her ear.

   "I know, honey, the first time is always the worst, but you will get
used to it.  Then it will feel good to you!  You'll see!"

   Kendra knew that her screams for help could not be heard outside of the
soundproof room, and that maybe some were watching her being fucked from
the club below.  But she screamed anyway.  It could not be called a rape,
because all saw that she lay down willingly.  But at that moment, all
Kendra cared about was letting her life end, to stop the pain, suffering,
torment, and humiliation.  But death would not come.  Instead she endured
two hours of continuous intercourse with the huge nigger taking her in all
positions, missionary, cowgirl, and doggy positions.  He did not take her
ass cherry.  He thought he would save that for his birthday!

   Finally, all slept on the bed the rest of the night.  But Terry Dubois
gave his new "girl" another good fucking the next morning.  After all, he
had to get his $20,000 worth, didn't he?  Kendra basically lay there
grunting with each thrust until she felt his semen fill her yet again.

   Chapter 7

   The black Rolls Royce pulled up in front of the Jackson's house at 10
o'clock the next morning.  Kendra eased herself out of the passenger seat
and slammed the door behind her.  She was still dressed in the obscenely
short dress and "cum fuck me" shoes that Dubois had purchased for her.  She
hoped the neighbors wouldn't notice her lack of clothing.  In her hand she
carried an envelope.  Sandra had been watching for her baby to arrive home.
She was not ready for what she saw.  A redheaded hooker, walking funny
because of the soreness in her groin, was coming down their sidewalk.  Her
beautiful hair disheveled from being pulled half of the night.  The other
half sleeping on the big bed between a skinny, blond, white girl and a big,
nigger rapist.

   Sandra opened the door for her daughter who leaped into her arms and
began to cry profusely.  The mother was kissing her face, trying to console
her child from the ordeal she had to suffer.  After about five minutes,
Kendra dropped the "The Pussy Cats" sack that held her original outfit, and
handed the envelope to Jeff.  Jeff opened it, which contained a note, which
he read aloud.

   "Mr.  and Mrs.  Jackson.  Your daughter, Kendra, is beautiful and very
sexy.  We had a wonderful time last night and it was worth every dollar of
the $20,000 I deducted for the priviledge of tearing open her delicate
hymen and popping her cherry.  As of the present time, the $20,000 that
Kendra has taken care of, and the $300 you have taken care of for us, Mrs.
Jackson, your family's bill now stands at $79,700.00.  I will be in touch
soon." And was signed simply, "T.D."

   As Jeff read to his family the nasty note of what the big nigger had
done to his little girl, it almost made him sick enough to throw up. 
Kendra went to her bathroom and ran a tub of hot water and soaked for a
half an hour to give her labia some relief.  When she came back into the
family room, she had a large, soft terry-cloth bathrobe of her mother's
around her.  She sat on couch, where she ate some lunch her mother made for
her.  But first, Sandra handed her daughter one of the "morning after"
pills because she didn't know how soon the birth control pills would be
effective.  She certainly didn't want the 16-year old getting pregnant with
that nigger's baby!

   Kendra told the basics about her time with Dubois, but she went into
detail with her mother about the dancers at the Stallion Gentleman's Club.
She tried to explain how they moved, how they used the pole, how they
split, and how they crawled around and used their asses to entice tips. 
During that part, Jeff got up and left.

   "Momma, you remember Karen Hasty, who graduated from our school last
year?" asked Kendra of her mother.

   "She was valedictorian of her class wasn't she?" the pretty
auburn-haired mother asked.  "Why?"

   "Well she is now working down at that "gentleman's club" as a stripper,
and from the looks of it, she makes a lot of money.  But I figured she or
her family may have been blackmailed as well.  Anyway, she had the word
'slut' tattooed over her pussy.  Probably it's only a matter of time until
we both will be made to have 'slut' or 'whore' or 'black cock lover'
tattooed over ours.  I saw all those filthy things tattooed on other
girls." Kendra explained.  But even as she was telling about it, a tingle
in her groin almost made her wish that she and her mom could be denigrated
and shamed even more by being branded this way.

   The mother and daughter team watched the stripper video again that
Connie Nix had given them.  The daughter was teaching the mother about the
basic routines, about three dances to a set, and stripping more off until
the dancer was completely naked by the end of the second song.  Sandra then
explained to her daughter how her "date" with Bob went, how she really
enjoyed it, but had to give all but the hidden tip to the goon at the door.
She even told her daughter about straddling her dad and feeding him the
stranger's cum to him to get back for what he had done to them.  They both
giggled and laughed about that!

   Since Jeff did not come back in, Sandy pulled out her cell phone and
brought up the picture that Bob took last night.

   "Oh, Mom!...Oh, Mom!" was all the daughter could say as she saw the
picture of spunk oozing out of her mother's puckered hole.  That was all
that was said because they both laughed hysterically until Jeff came back
in.  They didn't want to arouse any suspicion over what they were laughing
at.

   At three o'clock, Sandra answered the phone and it was Terrance Dubois.
"Mrs.  Jackson, I have an appointment for both you and your daughter
tonight for a bachelor party.  It is at a motel meeting room at a Holiday
Inn off of I-285.  Since it is a mother-daughter act, the price is $500
where normally I charge $300.  You can fuck the guys if you'd like to, but
I suggest that you do.  Please be there at 9 o'clock sharp.  Don't be
late." Then the bastard hung up.

   At 8:45 p.m., Sandra parked her car in front of the motel.  She sat and
sighed.  Kendra handed her mother the vodka bottle they had picked up at a
liquor store on the way there.  Kendra had already managed to take several
swallows of the clear, fire water down her throat.  It wasn't much
different than what she was given last night to drink before giving her
innocence away.  Now it was her mother's turn.  They thought it might give
them some courage, or at least numb the guilt and shame.  As the lovely
38-year old mother took several swallows herself, she didn't know if it
would help or not.

   After knocking at the door, it flew open and the guy shouted, "Hey guys!
Our entertainment is here!" Kendra walked in with the shimmery purple dress
from last night.  It was the only sexy dress she had.  Her mother walked in
with her red gown from last night.  It also was the sexiest dress she had.
Dubois had texted Sandra telling her they must wear something sexy and
revealing to the party to give the boys an "eye full!" They knew Terry
meant for them to show as much skin as possible and be ready for sex.

   Both females smiled and swayed their butts like street-corner hookers.
Their asses were grabbed and patted as they walked around the room, saying
"hi" to all the men.  When they got to the guest of honor, who was to be
married tomorrow, the mother-daughter team stopped and gave him a wet,
sensual kiss.  Kendra was first, but when she was finished, her mother
tried to out-do her daughter with her sexy kiss.  All the guys whooped and
hollered as each woman played the wanton slut.  Drinks of champagne were
shoved into their hands and they began talking to several of the men,
ranging from 18 to 50 years in age.  Quite a few times, Kendra and Sandra's
breasts and asses were groped by some of the guys who had already started
getting drunk.

   A chair was placed in the center of the room and the groom-to-be was
made to sit down.  The rest told the women to give him a good lap dance. 
Kendra looked at her mom, but went first and sat on the guy's lap, grinding
her bottom and cunt into his groin.  She could feel the stiff erection grow
in his pants.  The groom pulled down the top of the honor student's short
dress, exposing her tits so he could massage and suck on them.  Her nipples
became very stiff and her pussy started leaking, wetting the guy's pants,
but he didn't seem to care.  Kendra kissed him passionately while sitting
on his lap.

   After about five minutes, Sandra came up and pulled her slut daughter
off the guy's lap and stood in front of him, reached up under her gown and
pulled her lacy, red panties down which dropped to the floor.  This sent an
immediate yell and whoop from all the guys, knowing that their friend would
have a bare pussy rubbed on his groin.  The mom rubbed the crotch of the
sexy panties into his face, to give him a smell of her snatch.

   "She's just a kid, guys.  Let me show you what a real woman can do!" she
yelled.

   As soon as Sandy sat on his lap facing him, she smiled and pulled her
own gown top down, exposing her bare tits.  The guys again whooped and
yelled, making lewd comments about "Momma's titties" and "She has a great
rack for a MILF!" This seemed to excite and charge Sandra to outdo her own
daughter in nastiness as she held her breasts for him to suck, licked her
own nipples, and also kissed him deeply.  It was like the 38-year old wife
and mother was going wild.  Of course, much of it had to do with the
alcohol she had consumed already.

   When they were done with the groom, the men had brought out a single bed
mattress from somewhere and dropped it on the floor.  As mother and
daughter stood wondering what was next, the crowd of rowdy, drunken men
started chanting "Sixty-nine!  Sixty-nine!  Sixty-nine!" over and over. 
Sandra pulled her daughter off to a side of the room where she could hear
her.

   "Momma, what are they chanting about?  What's 69?" Kendra asked in her
innocence.  The 38-year old mother, with her breasts still exposed, spoke
loudly in her ear what they were expecting!  The girl's eyes grew large and
her mouth flew open wide.  "We have to do what?" she yelled.

   Sandra told her in her ear, "You heard me!  We get naked and one lies on
the mattress on her back, while the other climbs over her and eats her
pussy out while the one on the bottom eats the pussy out of the one on top!
We both have to cum!  Kendra, we have to do this!  If word gets back to
Dubois that we failed in our job here, there's no telling what he might do!
Now buck up and eat me out!" the mother screamed.

   Sandra immediately left her daughter, came to the mattress and dropped
her gown so that she was completely nude.  The men yelled and roared.

   "Hot Momma!"

   "MMMMmmmmm, look at those titties!"

   "I want me some of that!" could be heard from the crowd.

   The object of the men's lust laid down on her back on the mattress and
looked at her daughter sternly!  She mouthed the words so her daughter
would understand, "Come here, eat me!  NOW!"

   Slowly, the 16-year old beauty approached her nude mother lying on the
mattress and dropped her own dress to the floor.  She then dropped her
black lacy bra, then matching panties.  Slowly the honor student climbed
over her mother's body, hesitated for a moment, then lowered her mouth to
her mother's vagina.  The same hole that she had come out of 16 years
earlier, she was now performing lesbian sex on!  But then she felt her
mother clamp her mouth over her own pussy and started her own lesbian
action.  The mother slobbered, tongued, chewed, and made love to her
daughter's labia and clit.  Kendra got so excited from the wonderful
feelings her mother was giving her that she really became wild in copying
what her own mother was doing to her!  She began to inhale the musky female
smell of her own mother's vagina.  That in itself excited her!  Both
female's faces were covered in juices from the other.  Both moaned, and
oooo'd, and ahhhh'd in erotic bliss until the daughter could stand it no
longer.

   She let loose with a ear-peircing scream "I'm cumming!! 
AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!"

   The men yelled and cheered.  Now they chanted "Cum Mom!  Cum Mom!  Cum
Mom!" while the daughter went back to eating her own mother's twat.  It
wasn't long until Sandra screamed,

   "Oh, gawd!  Oh, gawd!  Oh, gawd!  Eat me you slutty, little bitch! 
EEEYYYAAAAAAAAUUUUGGGHHH!" followed by more roaring yells and applause from
their horny and drunk audience.

   After Kendra rolled off of her mother, both lay on the mattress trying
to catch their breath.  Each female was sweaty and breathing heavily.  Some
of the men had been jacking off their dicks to the nasty sight of
mother-daughter incest and lesbian sex.  Some of the ejaculate fell on each
of the females, and they could feel the sperm dripping off their skin,
further degrading them.

   The women sat up and the attendees pushed drinks into each woman's hand.
These were much stiffer drinks than the champagne they had earlier, but
they didn't care.  They started drinking them and chatting with some of the
men and occasionally wiping white, sticky cum off different body parts. 
Sandra noticed some of the men going around the group and silently
gathering money from members of the group.  When the women had finished
their drinks, the bachelor party leader spoke.

   "Ladies, that was a tremendous performance y'all put on for us!  I know
y'all will be getting' other calls to do bachelor parties.  But the guys
want to sweeten the pot a little for you two!  We will give each of you
$200 extra if you let each us fuck you bareback!  How about it?" asked the
best man who was in charge of the party.

   Kendra looked over at her mother questioningly as to the meaning of the
term "bareback."

   She told her, "Without any condoms.  They cum up inside of us!"

   The lovely honor student thought about it a moment then looking at her
mom and shrugged her shoulders and said, "Sure.  Why not?"

   Sandra looked at the leader and said "We're game!" said the hot-looking
MILF.  "But no ass fucking and payment comes up front!" she demanded as she
held out her hand.  Sandra counted out the cash and handed Kendra half of
it.  Both whores retrieved their small purses and placed them between them
on the mattress to assure that no one would steal the money while they were
getting royally fucked.

   Each man had his turn with both mother and daughter.  Some shot their
cum up into their bellies, some shot their loads on their breasts, some
shot on their face and hair.  The guys that came inside them secretly
wished that his seed would make the woman pregnant.  They would love to see
their bellies swollen with their bastard children!  While some were
standing around waiting for their turn, jacking off and keeping their dicks
hard, the women offered to suck their cocks to keep them erect.  Each woman
got at least one unexpected load of sperm shot into their mouths.

   Neither Sandra nor Kendra were sober enough to drive home.  They had
numerous invitations from the guys to get a room there at the motel to
sleep it off, But the MILF mother knew that they would just be screwed
again, probably all night.  They called Jeff to come pick them up outside
of the Holiday Inn.  The women stood waiting out front in the cold air of
the evening hoping that it would help sober them up.

   When Jeff arrived mother and daughter climbed into the back seat, and
Kendra said, "Hi, Dad!" and Sandra, "Hi, honey!" But the two giggled and
sniggered all the way home like two junior-high girls, smelling of liquor
and stale cum.  When they got home, Jeff was shocked at their cum covered
bodies.  Each one took their hands and smeared off another man's cum and
wiped it on Jeff's face.  "Here's your winnings for tonight, Dad!" and they
both laughed as they went to Kendra's room to shower.  They both slept
naked in Kendra's bed that night.  Each ate the other to orgasm at least
once during the night.

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   Continued in Part III, Chapter 8
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