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PART TWO OF TWO

The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy
involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially
unacceptable, and messy.  Only mature adults with a
firm grasp on reality should venture further.  This
story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story
should be taken seriously.  Readers are cautioned not
to attempt any of these acts without professional
guidance and a net.  If you are underage, hit the 'K'
key.  Reading stories like this can make you go blind.
If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners
to convert, study this story and memorize it.  This
will help you recognize sinners when you see them.
Good luck, and avoid mirrors!

Phil Phantom

"Brown Nosing"
By: Phil Phantom
Part 2 of 2

     While the kids excitedly told him about the movie, I headed
for my bathroom.  I sat locked in my sanctuary for almost an
hour, pondering my situation.  I resolved to end the obscene game
at some point, but was in no hurry.  I drew imaginary limits,
telling myself that if he tried such-and-such, I'd do so-and-so.
Even while setting these limits, I questioned my resolve.  Would
he press his claim to the ultimate?  Would he try it in private,
or did he like showing off for his sisters?  I wondered if he'd
begin on my breasts.  Would he strip me naked?  Should I even
bother putting on panties?  Should I tell Frank what was
happening?
     All of these things weighed heavily on my mind.  In the end,
I resolved not to tell Frank and to go about my business as
usual.  I also resolved to honor Pete's claim.  For the remainder
of the evening, Pete took advantage of every opportunity to
re-stake his claim.  Whenever out of Frank's sight, he rudely
assaulted me.  Sherry and Sandy hovered in the background.  I
offered no resistance to his groping hands and allowed him to
remove my fresh panties and to place me in any position he
pleased.  I can't tell you how excited I was the first time he
pushed my back to the wall, yanked my panties down and off, and
exposed my tits.  I stood passively accepting his breast mauling
while Sherry and Sandy looked on with smiling approval from a few
feet away.
     It was apparent that Pete intended to take his claim to the
ultimate conclusion and do so with an audience.  Having his
sisters see everything he did to me obviously turned him on.  I
sank deeper and deeper under his mysterious spell and knew that
I'd willingly grant him this ultimate surrender, even with my
girls watching.  The following morning, I arose early and primped
for him.  I shaved my pussy lips, washed and perfumed it.  I
fixed my hair and make-up and wore a sexy dress without bra or
panties.  With my highest high heels, I looked stunning.  Frank
noticed and made a crack about me going off to meet a secret
lover.  I smiled demurely.  On the way out the door, he gave me a
passionate kiss and rubbed my ass.  He detected no panty line and
reached under my skirt.  His hand went between my legs and
discovered my naked labia lips and my exceedingly wet pussy.  He
leaned back to look me in the face.  I smiled back with guilt
written in bold red letters.
     A smile broke over his face and he said, "Has Pete been
behaving himself?"
     I resolved to come clean with Frank, but there wasn't time
to bring him up to date.  I simply smiled and said, "No, he's
been a very bad boy."
     Frank smiled broadly and said, "Well, I'm not getting in the
middle of this.  You'll just have to handle it as you think
best."
     I smiled and said, "Thank you, sweetheart.  I want to handle
Pete by myself."  Frank smiled and eased out the door.  I closed
it behind him feeling like the luckiest and nastiest woman on
Earth.
     I prepared breakfast as the kids emerged one by one.  Sandy
came out first and looked me over, saying, "Wow, Mom!  You look
great.  Going somewhere?"
     "No, I just like looking my best."
     While I turned eggs in the skillet, Sherry walked in and
stood at my left side.  She wasn't there five seconds when I felt
her hand creep up my inner thigh.  I froze stiffly as her hand
converged on my shaved pussy.  Sandy slapped her hand away just
before it discovered my coif.  Sandy said sternly, "Don't touch.
You know what Pete said."
     Sherry fired back while rubbing her arm, "Pete doesn't care
if I touch it when he isn't using it."
     "He does too.  Touch it again and I'm telling."
     My heart beat a steady tattoo.  I loved the way they talked
about me, not to me.  I loved hearing how Pete enforced his
claim.  I forced my attention to breakfast preparation and
eagerly awaited Pete's arrival.  He came out minutes later and
studied me with hungry eyes.  Sherry and Sandy made way for him.
Sherry pleaded, "Pete, you don't care if I play with Mom when you
aren't using her, do you."
     I wanted to hug that little doll.  She could not have
phrased that better if she had known what she was doing.  Any
anxiety I felt quickly drained away.  I waited eagerly for Pete
to begin using me.  He wasted no time and came up behind me.  His
hands traveled up the outside of my thighs, pulling his crotch
into my buttocks.  He wore only thin PJ bottoms, so his erection
was apparent and felt delicious, nestled between my lower cheeks.
He stands an inch less them me, so we made a good fit.  His hands
came around my lower front and dipped between my legs.  The
fingers delved between my legs and he discovered my denuded pussy
lips.  He signaled his approval by lunging his loins against my
ass, jarring my whole body.  His hands moved up my front, under
the dress, and cupped my tits.  He squeezed and molded them,
rolling my nipples between thumb and forefingers.  I swooned in
his lewd embrace, arching my back, thrusting out my chest, and
presenting my heated loins to his obscene grinding pelvis,
oblivious to my daughters who stood looking on at my sluttish
behavior.
     Pete brought his hands to the back of my dress.  He dragged
the long zipper down.  The dress hung limply.  He pushed the
sleeves off my shoulders and easily worked it down to my feet.  I
stepped free, naked in my heels.  Pete turned me to face the
girls and held out my hand as though making a presentation.
None of my kids had ever seen me completely naked.  Their eyes
roamed my body, making me feel totally decadent and wicked.
Sherry dropped to her knees at my feet and peered up into my
crotch, crying out, "Hey, Mom shaved her pussy for you, Pete.  I
think she wants you to fuck her.  Are you going to fuck her?"
     I knew I could count on Sherry to say something to humiliate
me.  I could have kissed her.  If Pete hadn't been thinking along
those lines, my silence in the face of her analysis forced the
issue.  Pete proudly said, "Maybe after breakfast, if she's
lucky.  Right now, I'm hungry."  He released my hand and I took
that as a cue to finish breakfast.
     I cooked and set the table in the nude while my kids watched
my every move.  They sat around our oblong table as I dished out
the meal.  Pete ran his hands freely over my body whenever it was
within reach.  He pulled my chair alongside his.  Sherry brought
hers up on the other side of mine.  I sat sandwiched between
them, the three of us sitting across from Sandy.  Pete lifted my
left leg and laid it across his lap.  After getting a nod from
Pete, Sherry took my right and laid it over hers.  In this lewd
position, with their hands diddling my pussy, I tried to eat.
     I sat up straight with my chest thrust out, proudly
displaying my 36'Ds'.  Pete dipped his bread in runny yoke and
painted it on my left breast.  I cupped my hand under my tit
mound, offering it up to this lewd attention.  My nipples ached
with need.  Pete licked my tit and sucked my nipple.  Sherry
asked, "Can I?"
     He nodded and Sherry did the same on my right tit.
Together, they lapped and sucked my tits.  My passions were at a
peak.  My eyes could barely focus on Sandy, but she looked
shocked yet intrigued.
     After the meal, Pete moved me to the living room.  Sherry
and Sandy gathered around as he made me kneel before him.  He
exposed his six-inch cock and waved it in my face.  My hungry
eyes followed it as it neared my lips.  He pressed it to my
parting mouth and I sucked him in.  He fucked my face and came in
my mouth.  I sucked and swallowed.
     We took a brief intermission.   Pete turned me over to
Sherry after placing me on my back with my knees drawn up and
laid out.  My darling daughter had herself a ball, driving me to
ecstasy.  After ten minutes, Pete hovered over my loins, naked,
and displaying his new erection.  Sherry scooted clear as Pete
descended between my legs.  He pressed his cock to my wet
opening, paused for dramatic effect, then entered me to the hilt
in one lunge.  My daughters got on their knees along both sides
and observed from close-up the fucking of their mother by their
brother, and their mother's shameless response.  After he emptied
his balls in my sex-starved pussy, there was no question that I
was his whore.  He, in fact, put it to me that way.  I nodded my
acceptance.  Since that morning, I have denied him nothing, and
he has taken everything.
     Frank was elated at the news and insisted I relate every
detail to him.  Though Pete had to keep a low profile when Frank
was home, Frank wasn't home that much.  Three days after securing
the new job, Frank worked late then went out for drinks with Mr.
Stone.  They came by the house shortly after midnight, slightly
crocked.  It was a school night and the kids were in bed.  I
served beer and we sat around the table.  Blake Stone kept giving
me knowing looks.  I found it difficult to maintain eye contact
with him.  He hinted constantly that Frank may have a bright
future with the company.  Frank was on top of the world.
     After thirty minutes of idle conversation, Blake asked to
use the bathroom.  I pointed down the long hallway and said, "All
the way to the end and right."
     I watched him stagger down the hall.  Frank and I exchanged
smiles.  We thought we had it made.  Out of the corner of my eye,
I watched Blake returning.  Curiously, he opened every door and
peeked in on his way toward us.  When he came to the girl's room,
I nudged Frank and said, "Honey, he's looking in the girl's room.
Honey!  He just went into the girl's room!"
     Frank turned to look but only saw a closed door.  Seconds
later, light filtered under that door.  I took Frank's hand and
cried, "Frank, do something."
     "What?"
     "You can't leave him in there."
     "Honey, you heard what he said.  I could blow this job."
     "Frank, he may be raping one of our daughters right this
minute."
     "If anything, he's just fooling around with Sherry.  He
can't hurt her.  What ever he does, she'll love it.  I'm not
risking this job to save her modesty or virtue, neither of which
she ever had to start with."
     We sat in silence, listening.  We heard no screams, but five
minutes into his entrance, we heard noise such as would be made
by a heavy person on a child's bed.  I hung my head in my hands
and thought the worst, wondering why Sandy hadn't come screaming
from the room.  Blake was in their room for almost thirty
minutes.  He emerged with his shirt open, his tails out, his fly
down, and belting his belt.  I watched him dress there in the
hall and return to the table with a shit-eating grin.  He took a
long swallow of beer, patted me and Frank on the back and said,
"You folks are very hospitable, my kind of people, company
people.  I think you two have a bright future with us."
     He grabbed his things and left, leaving us speechless.  We
watched the door to the girl's room, expecting one or both to
come crying to us.  We were both in a high state of anxiety, just
waiting.  After ten minutes, I couldn't take anymore.  The light
was still on, and the door was partially open.  I eased up on it
and peeked in through the crack.  What I saw nearly made me shit.
Sandy was tied naked, spread-eagled to her four-poster bed with
two pillows under her ass.  She had her panties stuffed in her
mouth and pantyhose secured her arms and legs.  Sherry knelt on
her Sandy's bed by her hip and amused herself by dipping her
fingers in the mess oozing from her sister's fresh-fucked pussy.
I watched her smear those juices over Sandy's breasts as Sandy
struggled futily.
     I backed away and went for Frank.  Frank eased up and took
in the astonishing sight.  We watched for several minutes, then
returned to the dining room.  I said, "Christ, Frank, can you
believe the nerve of that guy.  He just raped our daughter."
     "His nerve, what about Sherry's.  She seems quite
pleased by the deal."
     "Sandy's going to kill her when she gets untied."
     "Not if we leave her alone for a while."
     "Frank, you're not suggesting we let Sherry keep doing
that."
     "Come on, Bonnie.  What's the harm?"
     I smiled.  We went back and watched.  Sherry never looked
our way and was having herself a ball at Sandy's expense.  Sandy
stopped her struggles after a while, giving herself over to her
lewd sister's fondling.  After a few minutes, her hips seemed to
welcome the abuse.  They met Sherry's fingers.  We waited until
Sherry induced an orgasm in Sandy, then made our presence known.
I made Sherry get down, then started untying Sandy's bindings.
Frank did her feet, looking between her legs the whole time.  I
released her hands and removed the gag.  Sandy said, "Mom, Mr.
Blake raped me."
     I said, "Yes, we know dear."  I cleaned her, tucked her in,
kissed her forehead, and went to Sherry.
     I tucked Sherry in and kissed her smiling face.  She looked
into my eyes and said, "He raped her good, Mom."   I smiled and
turned out the light.
     Blake returned the following night shortly after one AM.
Frank let him in.  He went right to the girl's room.  Frank
returned to our bed and informed me that Blake was at it again.
We listened for ten minutes, got turned on, and screwed for the
next ten.  Blake let himself out after two-thirty.  I went in to
comfort Sandy and found Sherry bound, gagged, and leaking semen
from her cunt.  Sandy stood over her smiling down, but refusing
to assist in freeing her.  I tucked my little darlings in and
turned out the light.
     This went on for over a week.  Blake only missed two nights.
One night he arrived early with two out-of-town businessmen in
tow.  I set beers before them as Blake excused himself and went
down the hall.  Frank and I sat uncomfortably, carrying on small
talk with our uninvited guests.  After twenty minutes, Blake
returned carrying his shirt.  He motioned the first man to the
girl's door.  We watched him go in.  He returned thirty minutes
later and the second man made the trip.  When they left, I had
two girls to untie and a terrible mess to clean up.
     From then on, Blake was rarely alone.  Sometimes five men
waited their turns while I served beer and sandwiches.  At
Blake's suggestion, I wore only panties and heels.  I was the
warm-up act for my daughters.  I had to tolerate their groping
hands and lewd conversation.  By the time they left, I'd be a
raving, horny, mass of female flesh.  I began stopping off at
Pete's room and waking him with a surprise blow job that usually
ended in a fuck.  Before long I was staying with Pete all night.
Pete found this wildly exciting and began treating me like his
whore even in the presence of his father.  Frank, far from acting
put out, loves the arrangement.  He concentrates on his work, and
I take care of the home front.  We have become a company family
with a bright future.

The End

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