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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, stand,
move away from the console, and unplug the computer.
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

"Raising Cain"  by Tiffany Part Two of Two

He expected me to act like a whore at home, but more and more, he
demanded I act like a whore outside the home.  He not only
treated me like a whore in private, he treated me that way in
public.  I didn't mind the private stuff, but I strongly resisted
going public.  As always, Cain slowly got his way.

The conditioning all started with his little circle of
neighborhood friends.  Cain was the ring leader of their group of
young delinquents, always doing things to piss someone off:
peeping in windows, stealing women's panties, spying on grownups
making love.  The police were called in several times; but
usually, I had to deal with the angry neighbors' complaints
directly.

Cain had two best friends his age: Marty and Steve.  Steve also
had a younger sister.  Ann tagged along with them a great deal.
Ann was a precocious little eleven-year-old with big,
mischievous, blue eyes and a full head of long curly blond hair.
She had little budding titties and the hint of a developing
woman's figure.  I always suspected that she was their little
sexual plaything.  She would go into Cain's room with them when
the bed was strewn with his pornography.  They were in there
sometimes for hours with the door locked.  I'd seen her leave
looking disheveled and a bit flushed.

All of the kids had mouths like sailors and they loved tossing
about the "F" word in my presence.  They liked to hang out at our
house; I suppose, because our house was the only place where they
could get away with their lewd conduct.  Cain was at his worst
when they were around.  He'd boss me around and call me names
just to look cool.  After he started jerking off in front of me,
he also took every opportunity to embarrass me by grabbing a tit
or flipping up my skirt if I walked by.  Before Cain and I began
having sex, I had been goosed by all of them, including Ann.

Having an eleven-year-old girl reach up under your skirt and grab
a handful of pussy is a sobering experience.   There is nothing
like it for reminding a woman how little respect or control she
has over the kids in her life.  What little I did have, I
gradually surrendered to Cain as we sank deeper and deeper into
our incestuous relationship.  In the back of my mind, I knew this
would happen.  I wanted him so badly that I was willing to pay
the price.  For the most part, I tried not to think about the
price.  On that first day after Cain and I went all the way, I
didn't even want to think about what might happen
when the gang arrived after school.

I knew they'd march straight over from the bus stop at three
forty-five and enter without knocking.  As the time drew near, I
managed to slip into a pullover shift.  Though I was naked
beneath the shift, I could not bear to let the kids see me wearing
nothing.  I kept mopping my crotch, but semen kept leaking out.  I
wanted to go away and hide somewhere, but I knew they'd seek me
out.  The look on Cain's face told me he was going to humiliate
me beyond words.  He couldn't wait to share his conquest with his
little friends.

I didn't know how I'd survive this ordeal.  I knew the time to
make my first installment for all the illicit pleasure I'd
received was at hand.  The scene was unavoidable, but that didn't
make enduring any easier.  As the clock ticked closer to the
hour, Cain's grin grew.  He wasn't going to tip his hand.  I had
no idea how this would go down, only that it would.  When the
door burst open, I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I stood in the open living room looking at the smiling faces of
Marty, Steve, and Ann.  Without my being aware, Cain moved up
from behind me and quickly raised my shift above my waist,
pinning the material tightly about my middle.  I struggled to
cover my nakedness, but quickly realized the futility.  As the
kids gasped and dropped to their knees at my feet, all hope and
thoughts of resistance drained out of me.  I hung limply on
display as my son proudly announced, "Well, I did it.  I fucked
her.  I fucked her good, too."

Marty said, "Boy, I'll say.  I can see your cum leaking out of
her cunt crack."

Cain gently kicked at the inside of my right ankle.  With
resignation, I allowed my right foot to move out the desired
distance, a good thirty inches.  Cain pushed against my ass to
thrust out my pussy for his friends.  Their faces were in my
crotch, peering up into my open pussy.  Ann's small fingers
touched my wet lips and trailed through my slimy slit, saying,
"Wow, look how red and big it is.  Look at all the stuff leaking
out.  How many times did you fuck her pussy, Cain?"

"Lots, right Mom?  Last night, she gave me three blow jobs, and
today, we fucked six times."

Steve said, "Man, this is great.  You lucky mother fucker, Cain.
Is your mom a good fuck?  Does she like it?"

"She's a great fuck, better than Ann, that's for sure.  You liked
it, didn't you, Mom?"

I nodded meekly as Ann, that little shit, pursed her fingers
together and pushed her hand inside, declaring, "Hey, look, I got
my whole hand inside her pussy.  I'm making a fist inside."

This nearly took my breath away and made my knees almost buckle.
Steve said, "Make like a cock and fuck her with your fist."

She did just that, sending delicious waves of lust swarming
through me.  Her arm was bigger than Cain's cock, her fist bigger
than his cockhead.  She gently, but firmly, punched deep,
pounding my cervix with her small fist.  Cain asked, "Want to see
her tits?"  The two boys stood as Cain lifted the shift over my
head.  I assisted by lifting my arms.  He took my tits in both
hands and held them in offering to his buddies.  Marty took the
left; Steve took the right.  Each played with and sucked on my
tits while Ann drove me wild.  I was moaning, groaning, and
rocking my pelvis on her hand, thrusting my chest out to the
boys.

Cain said, "Mom said she'd be my whore from now on. Isn't that
right, Mom?"

"Yes.  I'm your whore, Cain."

Ann asked, "Are you still going to get her pregnant like you
said?"

"Tell her, Mom."

"Yes, he is going to make a baby in me.  We've been working on it
all day.  I want to have Cain's baby."

Ann said, "Man what a horny bitch!  Look at her fucking herself
on my arm.  Man, it's gooey in there."

Marty said, "Can we fuck her, too?"

"Not until I know she's pregnant.  You can fuck her asshole if
you want.  Either that, or she'll suck you off."

I came explosively with my son's offer to share me with his
friends.  Though I'd never had anal sex, I was willing to try.
When Ann pulled out, they put me on all fours.  They all stripped
and Marty got behind me with his six-inch erection.  He used the
head to toy with my pussy, saying, "Can I at least stick it in
her cunt to get it wet?"

Cain had my cheeks pulled apart, looking into my crotch from
above.  He said, "Yeah, go ahead and fuck her pussy if you want,
but just be sure you cum in her ass, okay?"

While Steve presented his five-inch rod to my open mouth, Marty
sank in to the balls and started fucking me.  I sucked hard on
Steve's cock while Ann crawled under me to watch my screwing from
below.  Marty drew out after a few minutes, then poised his cock
at my sphincter.  He grabbed my hips and pulled hard.  His cock
sank into my colon with relative ease, but he still made me
groan.

Ann cried out, "Look, he's got his cock all the way in her
asshole.  Man, that's neat looking.  Look at her wiggle her butt.
Cain, your mom sure likes to fuck."

Steve didn't last long and emptied his balls in my sucking mouth.
Ann crawled out to watch him cum.  When he eased away, she got in
front of me and shoved her hairless pussy in my face.  I was so
hot and horny, I eagerly licked and sucked her little snatch.
She said, "Look everybody, Cain's mom is sucking my pussy.  She
really loves it, too."

I heard Cain say, "I'll bet she'd like it better if there was a
big cock in it."

I was so turned on, I took my mouth off her to say, "Oh, Yes!
Cain, please put your big cock in her pussy.  I'll lick you
both."

Cain pulled the ottoman up to me and sat with his cock sticking
up in my face.  I mouthed his familiar rod deeply.  Ann stepped
across and settled, as I guided his cock to her small opening.  I
had an excellent view as her tight lips flowed over his crown.
She winced as she settled lower, letting the bulbous crown pop
inside past her ring of muscle tissue.  From there on, the shaft
went steadily in with short squatting motions, lifting, settling
deeper, until she sat fully on his groin.

The two of them reclined.  Ann had her legs up in a wide "V",
presenting me with the full plane of their joined genitals.  God,
it looked so erotic.  Her lips were drawn tight and thin,
squeezing the cock.  I eagerly lapped my broad tongue up Cain's
shaft, around her cunt, and over her tiny clit.  I held the
little vixen by her inner thighs and rocked her back and forth so
that three inches of cock sawed in and out.  My tongue stayed
busy as they giggled and squirmed.

While I was thus occupied, Marty came in my ass.  Steve had a new
erection which he immediately inserted in my pussy.  I sucked
Cain's balls and made them fuck furiously.  I poked my tongue up
Ann's hole, alongside my son's cock.  I tongued her cunt, pausing
to suck her clit from time to time.  Steve pulled out of my cunt
and slipped right in my ass.  His small cock felt better in that hole.
My sphincter milked him.

The fucking kids didn't last long.  Cain poured his load in Ann's
squirming body.  I lapped at the sperm that seeped out along the
edges of her pussy.  When she raised up and off, I glued my mouth
to her sopping beaver.  The little vamp ground her spermy cunt on
my mouth.  With her feet on the edge of the ottoman, she fucked
my face, calling me a cunt-sucking whore.  I loved hearing those
words and held my head steady for this abuse, keeping my tongue
fully extended as she wiped her cunt on my tongue and my face.
Steve came in my ass.

This was my introduction to group sex.  Things got nasty after
that.  From then on, they all used me freely.  They kept me naked
and busy.  I had all the sperm I could ever want.  I literally
had the stuff running out of my ears.  Ann was insatiable.  She
loved getting her pussy sucked.  My mouth ached, always.  That
first week was a marathon suck and fuck fest, but eventually the
activity died down.  At least, I could wear clothes again.  I
couldn't wear underwear, though.

As the weeks rolled by, they devised ways of deepening my
involvement and my humiliation.  They took me out for strolls
through the neighborhood wearing very little.  Super short skirts
that were light and blew up in the slightest breeze brought them
their greatest joy.  Thin, elastic tops that showed my nipples
added to the effect.  High heels made me wiggle with a sexy sway.
They had all the neighbors gossiping and gawking.  I became the
neighborhood scandal.  Cliff was oblivious to this as he never
socialized with anyone, and was never around, coming home late
and leaving early.

At first, I truly hated what they did to my reputation.  No woman
would ever talk to me.  I got icy stares everywhere I went.
Their husbands, on the other hand, became a real pain.  They saw
me as an easy lay.  Cain insured that I was.  He and his friends
set me up with the men in the neighborhood.  I let the first one
fuck me under strong protest, but after that, I was easy.  If a
man came to my door, I led him to the bedroom.  Those were my
instructions.  As a consequence, six of the ten men on our street
had me regularly.  Two more from a street over were also
regulars.  In addition, I screwed Ann's father.  Ann, by the way,
also screwed her father, the slut.

Once my pregnant condition was confirmed, Cain let anyone cum in
my pussy.  After a while, with my reputation firmly established,
I couldn't care less.  I even enjoyed the exhibitionistic
neighborhood strolls.  I learned to enjoy all the male attention
and ignore the bitches.  I became a true slut, even in my own
mind.  I had all the hard cock and hot sex any horny housewife
could want.  As the months rolled by, and I began to show, even
the illicit life growing in my womb excited me.

After three months, I had a swelling in my lower belly that was
quite noticeable.  The first time Cliff took notice and stared
with a wrinkling of his brow, I had a mild panic attack.  He
didn't comment on my tummy pouch, though.  This puzzled me.  I
almost wanted to get the awful scene over with.  I was prepared
to make a full confession.  My confession was rehearsed by Cain.
I had orders to confess a full adulterous life with so many
lovers that determining the father was impossible.  I had no idea
how Cliff would respond.  He has never hit me, but he is a
powerful man.  I figured that if anything would push him to that
extreme, a confession like that would do it.  At the very least,
I expected a divorce.

By that time, I knew I could earn a decent living on my back.
Cain had already sold me dozens of times and had our nest egg
safely hidden away.  He didn't sell my services cheaply, either.
By that third month, we had over one-thousand dollars set aside.
As our kitty grew, I became bolder.  I enjoyed seeing that look
on Cliff's face when I'd catch him studying my paunch.  I found
myself purposefully displaying my puffed tummy, wearing tight-
fitting stretch clothing, or low-slung, hip-hugging short shorts
with half tops that left my belly bare.  With the warm weather
coming on, I wore my bikini a great deal.

I found that the best way to display my growing belly was while
lying nude on my back.  Since Cliff gets up early and putters
around the room with the lights on, getting ready for work, it
was easy to feign sleep, lying uncovered.  In this position, my
belly really stood out, even in the early stages.  The hard round
swell did not look like weight gain.  To any normal person, I
looked exactly like a woman with a baby growing in her womb.  I
could also see Cliff through squinted lashes.  I could watch him
looking at my tummy, thinking about it.  After a few weeks of
this, well into my third month, I was quite vexed.  He had to
suspect; but still, he said nothing.

In an effort to bring this to a head, I took to sleeping in the
nude, something I'd never done with Cliff.  He was shocked by
this sudden change, but made no comment about that either.  When
I made this decision, I was starting my fourth month.  I was much
bigger than I had been in my fourth month with Cain.  I suspected
twins were in the oven.  My belly looked like I had a football
stuffed up my twat.

Cain was as perplexed as I was.  He was eager to get this over
with as well.  He had already begun commenting on my belly in
front of his dad.  Cain suggested that I sleep in the nude.  He
held the mirror while I posed on my back to see the effect.  I
looked very pregnant.  I knew damned well that when Cliff saw
what we saw, he'd have to say something.

Cliff said nothing when I came to bed, naked.  When he got up the
following morning, I made sure the covers were past my thighs.
When light flooded the room, Cliff looked back at my sleeping
form.  He stared at my mounded belly for the longest time from
many angles.  I was certain he would wake me, but he didn't.
Every time he wandered through, he paused to stare.  He made me
very horny.  I played with my pussy while he showered.  When he
returned, I lay sprawled with my knees drawn up and laid flat.
He not only saw my belly, but he noticed my sopping wet and
inflamed pussy.  Still nothing.

Cain was on me and in me right after Cliff left the house.  We
were both turned on by Cliff's obvious denial.  Afterwards, we
laid there, speculating about what it all meant.  We were
dumbfounded.  Cliff didn't even comment when Cain came right out
and said I looked pregnant.  Cliff knew I was pregnant.  My
condition was that obvious; besides, I was being overtly obvious
in my attempts to show rather than hide that fact.  Add to this,
Cain's frequent remarks and we had a clear picture of total
denial on my husband's part.

On my own, I tried to figure Cliff out.  For the life of me, I
could not imagine his motive.  He did not act upset in the least,
though he certainly wasn't happy.  It seemed that he could not
face up to the obvious reality that I was cheating on him and
carelessly got myself pregnant.  I figured that his male ego
couldn't handle the situation, so he pretended it wasn't
happening.  I supposed that he remained silent, hoping I'd find a
way to abort the child.

I had good reason for assuming this to be the case.  Right after
he first noticed my swelling belly, he did become less tight with
the money, asking me to start keeping the records for him as he
was too busy to mess with family finances.  Since only he could
sign checks, he even had me practice signing his signature to pay
the bills.  I had everything I needed to get an abortion on the
sly.  I could even sign the consent form for him.  This
explanation fell apart as I got further along.  He knew as well
as I that no clinic would abort a pregnancy in the second
trimester.  I was obviously well along in my second trimester
when I displayed my naked belly to him that morning.  My
confusion grew, but so did my arousal.

Cain and I decided not to push it, and see how long he could go
on pretending.  This became a game for us.  I continued to sleep
in the nude and wear revealing clothes around Cliff, but Cain
stopped bringing my condition to Cliff's attention.  All through
that fourth month, I grew and grew, but we just acted like nothing
was wrong.  Cliff still played his role.  He looked every day.
He watched my progress.  By the fifth month, I had a nice rounded
swell the size of half a basketball for him to try and ignore.

By the middle of my fifth month, I also had confirmation by
ultrasound.  I was having twins, a boy and a girl.  I looked like
a woman in her seventh month.  I shamelessly flaunted my big
belly by then.  I even bought a skimpier bikini, one with a tiny
crotch patch that rode low over my pussy.  I even shaved all the
hair off my pussy to accentuate the sight.  I had to anyway.  The
suit demanded a close shave.  I either wore my bikini or nothing
at all when Cliff was around.  I went so far as to walk around
the house stark naked in front of Cain without Cliff raising an
eyebrow.

This really had us going.  We decided to start upping the ante.
We were determined to make Cliff crack, and we didn't care if he
knew about us.  We thought he suspected anyway.  He could see how
close we'd become.  We were quite affectionate, and several
times, he caught us kissing as lovers kiss.  He didn't say
anything about that, either, so we started kissing more often.

On Sundays, Cliff began hanging around more than he ever had
before.  I stayed naked all day, and Cain stayed home.  Cain
began touching me, especially on my belly.  When I'd sit on the
sofa, he'd snuggle up on my shoulder, rub my belly, and rest a
cheek on my tit.  Cliff saw everything we did.  It wasn't long
before Cain casually ran his hands all over my body while I sat
there reading my magazine or watching TV.

In the evening, we'd all watch TV together.  One Sunday, at the
start of my seventh month, determined to get Cliff to crack, I
sat beside Cliff, naked, of course.  Cain laid his head on my big
belly and began stroking his hand up my thigh.  Cliff had his arm
around my shoulder but had his eyes on Cain's constantly moving
hand, watching our son's hand get closer and closer to my shaved
pussy.  Cain's hand slid lower on my inner thigh and kept closing
in on my pussy.  When his passes brought his fingers within a few
inches, I applied outward pressure against Cliff's leg, signaling
my desire to open my legs for Cain.

Cliff eased his leg over, giving me room to part my knees by a
foot.  Cain went right for my cunt and massaged me between my
legs.  When Cliff said nothing about this outrageous behavior, we
both became electrified, charged with a growing perverse passion.
Cain slipped his two middle fingers in my cunt and turned his
face to my tummy.  He planted wet kisses, moving up to my right
tittie.  My hand cupped my breast, offering the pursed nipple to
his lips.  He suckled me while fingering my twat.  I reacted by
lifting my leg and placing it on Cliff's lap.  I could see from
the corner of my eye that Cliff was taking this all in with
silent, avid interest.

I gradually sank, sliding my back down Cliff's front.  Cain
readjusted his position to allow me to recline fully on Cliff's
lap, bringing my legs up on the sofa.  Cain got between my legs,
on his knees, as I wiggled into position with my lower back lying
over Cliff's legs.  When I reclined, this brought my belly up in
dramatic presentation.  Cain wasn't idle.  He boldly pulled his
cock out and stroked the shaft with the head poised at my hole.
Though I couldn't see over my belly, I could feel.  I reached to
my pussy with both hands and opened my labia lips to receive him.
That was all he needed.  He sank that beautiful cock in me with
his father watching.

I could not have been more thrilled.  Cain was fucking me and my
husband saw and felt every thrust.  I let this sink in, then I
took Cliff's hands and placed them on my pregnant belly.  With my
hands on his, I moved them all over and said, "Cliff, I'm
pregnant.  I'm going to have twins."

He said, "Yes, I know.  Now I know who the father is."

"Yes, Cain is the daddy.  I'm sorry, but I could not resist."

"I understand, dear.  It's not your fault; it's mine.  I have
neglected you terribly.  I put my work before my marital
responsibilities."

This inspired me to say, "He wasn't the only one.  I have been
very unfaithful, Cliff.  There have been dozens of men, but Cain
got me pregnant.  I'm a whore, Cliff."

"Don't say that, Honey.  I know.  I've been told.  I saw it
coming.  I saw it develop and still didn't change.  I can't blame
you."

"No, Cliff, I am a whore.  I still am.  I will be tomorrow and
the next day.  I told Cain I'd be his whore.  That's what he
wants, his own whore.  I agreed to be his private whore.  I have
no intention of going back on that promise."

"I understand.  I guess I'll have to try to live with it."

Well, you could have bowled me over with a used condom.  Cain and
I exchanged looks.  His look said, "Great!"  Mine tried to
convey, "What more could we ask?"  We both smiled and quickly
finished our fuck.  We've been smiling ever since.

                           The End

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