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PART ONE 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
"A Friend in Need"
By: Phil Phantom
Part one of two
We financially outgrew our suburban neighborhood about a
decade ago. We bought this 3/2/2 cracker box sixteen years ago.
We've added on, built a pool, deck, sauna, weight room, and den.
Our neighbors are jealous, but they're still friends. We've
known most of them from the beginning--four couples especially.
They've all been through tough times. Cheryl and I have helped
them all from time to time. I'm lucky, I suppose. I'm a
top-notch salesman. I'm never out of work or money. I'm also
free with my money. My friends think I'm generous to a fault.
When we go out as a group, I usually grab the check. We
entertain a great deal. Our home is like a yuppie playground.
The drinks are free, the music is sixties/seventies, and there's
no need to drive home drunk. Either stagger home or crash where
you are.
Frank and Rachel are our best friends. We knew
them from high school. Frank is an auto mechanic; Rachel sells
Avon--mostly to Cheryl. Cheryl is fucking Frank fairly
regularly. I've had the pleasure of bopping Rachel a few times
when she gets shit-faced. Cheryl is bisexual. She's had Rachel
more than I have - also when shit-faced.. Rachel gets teased
about that a great deal. She's straight as an arrow with a body
that is anything but straight.
Ed and Inez live next door. Ed owns a dry cleaner. Inez
keeps the books. I loaned them the money to start their
business. Inez paid the interest to Cheryl by periodically
depositing tender kisses between her legs. Ed paid interest as
well, making sperm deposits in Cheryl's sperm bank. Though the
debt has been repaid for years, Ed keeps paying interest. Ed and
Inez are not bad looking; but, of the girls, Inez would have to
be considered the only plain one in the bunch and a little on the
chubby side. I've never fucked Inez, probably never will.
David and Sue are our holy rollers. They never miss church,
though they've given up on winning converts from any of us.
David is the only guy that has never fucked my wife, though she
has tried. Sue, on the other hand, will lift her skirt and
spread her legs at the snap of my finger. I had to use a little
friendly blackmail to condition her - a few immodest pictures
taken at a drunken bash on New Years Eve 1986 did the trick. Sue
needs an excuse to commit adultery, but GOD can that woman commit
adultery! She's a genuine three-holer holy roller. Praise the
Lord!
She's also the mother of my second child (two-year-old
Jennifer). This caused quite a scandal. I have fire red hair.
David and Sue are both brunettes. Jennifer has fire red hair.
David just started returning to the group last year, though Sue
never left. David turns a blind eye to his wife's infidelity. I
get a big kick out of making it difficult for him. Getting her
pregnant was easy. I simply told her to get off the pill and
avoid sex with Dave during ovulation. I ordered her track her
cycles for me and report to me for twice-daily screwings at those
times when she was most fertile. She put up a mild fuss, swore
she couldn't, but the next day, she presented me with her unused
pills and a chart. Sue is my little whore and I treat her as
such. Cheryl gets a kick out of that. Sue has resisted my
attempts to get her and Cheryl together. She's weakening,
though.
And last, but certainly not least, Neal and Diane. Neal was
everybody's best friend, a regular party animal. He had a joke
for every occasion, the life of every party. He and my wife were
lovers. Diane was by far the most attractive woman in our group.
She was also the youngest at twenty four, the most educated, the
most cultured, and the most stuck-up. She stands five two,
has a full head of silky brown hair down to her ass, and has a
figure that stops express trains (38-22-36). Rachel gives Diane
Avon cosmetics to wear just for the free advertisement. Frankly,
Diane could make a mud pack look good. She has perfect white
teeth, huge brown eyes, and full lips. I'm a leg man, and I've
never seen finer legs on any woman. Unfortunately, Diane doesn't
mess around, drink, or have any vices to exploit. She's new to
the group. Neal married her three years ago. We, at least the
guys and Cheryl, were excited by her addition. We've been
salivating ever since her arrival.
Neal died in a car wreck three months ago. He was a great
guy but a lousy driver and lousier gambler. He had no life
insurance and owed a fortune in gambling debts. Diane had never
worked a day in her life, had no family to turn to, and we were
her only friends. When they came to foreclose on the house, we
naturally took her in. What are friends for?
During that first week, she was treated as a guest. As we
got to know her better, and realized how dire her circumstances
were, we began seeing her in a different light. She was helpless
on her own and frightened of the outside world. All she wanted
to do was read and tend the garden. Cheryl was the first to
suggest that we make Diane work for her keep. This idea came
after repeated rejects to her advances. I tried to put the make
on her myself, but grounded out at first base. Cheryl was
pissed. She wanted to make Diane a domestic servant. She said
she could train the bitch. When she described the uniform she
had in mind, I smiled and told her to go for it.
At dinner that evening, Cheryl dropped the bomb on Diane.
Diane sat meekly listening as Cheryl explained the necessity of
either sending her away, or putting her to work. Diane's
submissive acceptance inspired Cheryl to sharpen her tone. She
came across as a strict task master, warning and threatening
Diane. Cheryl offered work in exchange for room and board and a
small allowance.
I was embarrassed, so was our son, Jason. Jason was
seventeen and Diane's presence in the house had him in tight
pants most of the time. He revered Diane, treated her like a
goddess. Hearing his mother treat her like a low-life domestic
boggled his mind. Seeing Diane accept it, boggled mine. By the
time Cheryl was through, tears started flowing down Diane's
cheeks. To add insult to injury, Cheryl told her that it was not
proper for domestics to eat with the family. She told her to
take her plate to the kitchen. Diane hung her head, picked up
her dinner, and departed.
When she was out of ear shot, I looked to Cheryl and started
to speak. She shushed me with a raised hand, and said, "Don't
say anything, Red. I know what I'm doing." She looked at Jason
and added, "Do you like her, Jason?" He nodded. "Would you like
to see what she looks like naked?" His eyes bugged out. He
swallowed hard and nodded vigorously. "If I am successful,
you'll get more than that."
Jason turned to me and said, "Let Mom handle this, Dad. She
knows what she's doing."
The boy thinks with the head of his dick, but so did I at
his age. I said, "Hey, she's all yours, Cheryl. I'm staying out
of this completely."
Cheryl began at once to train Diane. She started with the
cleaning-up after dinner and dogged her until late in the
evening. Diane could do no right. Cheryl brought her to tears
several times. Cheryl reminded me of a drill sergeant at boot
camp: loud, degrading, demeaning, and authoritative. What's
more, Diane reminded me of a young trainee: frightened, nervous,
unsure, moldable.
Jason and I cringed when Cheryl first slapped Diane across
the face for not addressing her as ma'am. We left the room when
Cheryl forced Diane's nose into some gravy she'd spilled on the
floor. After three days, Cheryl had Diane stepping and fetching.
She had her calling her ma'am, calling me, sir, and calling
Jason, master. Jason loved his title.
On the fourth day, after breaking a cheap vase, Cheryl
instituted spanking. She took Diane by the elbow and marched
her into the garage. We heard the smacks and cries. Right after
the spanking, Jason disappeared into his room for an hour. I
later learned that Cheryl had administered the spanking on
Diane's naked ass after making her lift her skirt and bend at the
waist. Cheryl dragged her panties to her ankles. She described
Diane's pouting sex lips and her extra large clit. She took the
spanking well and juiced-up nicely. Cheryl reported that her
training was progressing well. I had to agree.
By week's end, Cheryl was taking Diane to the garage hourly
it seemed. Diane spent more time in the garage than out. Jason
spent as much time in his room as Diane spent in the garage. For
major infractions, like forgetting to call Jason, Master, Cheryl
used a wide leather belt and made her strip naked. After a
punishment session, she made Diane stand with her nose pressed
into a corner for up to three hours, still naked. Jason and I
found countless excuses to go to the garage after a whipping.
God, what a body!
Cheryl did not hit Diane hard, but she did redden her ass
and thighs. Diane never laid out or even wore a swim suit. She
had no tan line, and her skin, besides being blemish free, was
the color of cream all over. The reddened area stood out in
stark contrast. You could see where every blow landed for hours
afterwards. Having us see her naked backside caused Diane no end
of embarrassment. She clenched her legs tightly together and
pressed bodily into the corner as though trying to merge with the
wall.
Cheryl was quite pleased with the progress she made with
Diane. She had Diane attending her toilet: bathing her, painting
her toes, doing her hair and make-up, even trimming her pubic
bush. Cheryl shaves her cunt lips, or used to until Diane
started doing it for her. In addition to these personal
services, she calls on Diane to clean her after sex with Frank.
She said she could make her do it with her tongue, but was saving
that for a special occasion. I was in awe of Cheryl's success.
The others new nothing of Cheryl's work. They only knew
that Diane was helping out around the house. Whenever someone
stopped by, Diane was busy. Cheryl planned a coming out party
for Diane. On the Friday before the weekend get-together, Cheryl
handed Diane her new uniform and ordered her to put it on. She
instructed her to wear it without bra or panties. Diane took one
look at the dress and cringed. She begged Cheryl not to make her
wear it. Cheryl was adamant. Jason and I were introduced to the
dress at dinner that evening. We almost fell out of our chairs.
The dress was exceedingly short with an open bodice. The
ruffled lace hem did not hide her lower moons, nor did it hide
much in front. Were it not for the white apron, we could have
easily seen her pussy. The tiny apron just barely hid her cleft,
coming just below the juncture of her thighs. She wore
wide-pattern fish net stockings and a pair of five-inch heels.
The waist pinched in tight and flared to the bust line. The
wired top cupped her breasts, presenting them more than covering
them. The full upper globes quivered in the half cups. The tops
of each nipple crested the rim. When Diane turned, we saw that
the back was open to her ass, showing the top of her ass crack
framed by the tails of the bow. Diane was beet red throughout
dinner.
After her first departure, I turned to Cheryl and said,
"Outstanding! How did you get her to put that thing on?"
"It was easy after I gave her a real whipping. If she
bends over, you'll see the welts."
"No Shit! What did you use on her?"
"I cut a switch from the willow tree."
"Damn, and she took it?"
"Yes, she took it. Honestly, Red, you amaze me sometimes.
Do you really think she doesn't want this? Christ, she almost
had an orgasm while I was doing it."
Jason piped in, "Mom, are you serious? She liked it!"
"Jason, sweetheart, you know nothing about women. If you
learn nothing else, remember, never listen to what a woman says.
Learn to read body language. A woman's body can't lie."
"I don't get it."
"Well, I'm sure as hell not going to give lessons. Maybe
your father can clue you in. He does know some things."
Diane returned with ice tea and looked flushed. She
bashfully made the rounds, filling our glasses. Jason and I
tried reading her body language. All we could read was, "Please!
Stop staring at my body." Cheryl must have read, "Please do
something to make me show my pussy and naked ass."
Cheryl's fork flipped from her hand and landed on the floor
behind her. Diane eyed it nervously. Cheryl said, "Remember how
I told you to pick things up. There's a fresh switch in the
garage if you forgot."
Diane's face reddened. She moved to the fork, facing away
from me and Jason. She took a deep breath then bent from the
waist with her feet about eighteen inches apart. Her skirt rose
up over her streaked moons and her pussy peeked out from between
her tawny alabaster thighs. Her shiny pink clit hung out at the
bottom of the slick coral crease and her full inner lips fanned
out like an orchid. Her asshole could also be seen when she was
at her lowest. She picked up the fork and slowly returned to an
upright posture. She remained fully doubled over with her head
past her knees much longer than was necessary - a five second
count, I learned later. She then stood slowly, wiped the fork on
her apron, and returned it to the side of Cheryl's plate.
Cheryl smiled and dismissed her. Her whole body had a red glow.
When Diane left the room, Cheryl said, "If you two can't read
that body language, you're both blind as bats."
It was an obscene display, totally out of character for
Diane. Jason looked confused. I turned to him and said, "Son,
that wasn't just a vagina you saw, that was a very aroused
vagina. She loved showing it to us, despite how she acted."
"How can you tell?"
Cheryl said, "Hold on, Red. Before you start, I think I'd
like to take my leave. I'll go check on the help."
After she left, Jason smiled and said, "Mom doesn't
embarrass easily. This must be good."
"I don't think it is embarrassment as much as discomfort.
Anyway, did you notice how full and open her cunt was?"
"Heck yeah!"
"Did you see how her clit stood out, all pink and wet
looking?"
"Yeah, I noticed."
"Did you see how her inner labia lips were full open and
wet?"
"You mean the flabby part?"
"Right, and besides, that pussy was drooling. Normally, you
can't see inside a pussy with the legs that close together unless
it's aroused. Pussies are like cocks, when aroused, they fill
with blood, swell up, and open up. That pussy was ready for a
fucking."
"Wow! Is Mom going to let you fuck her?"
"When the time is right, she'll probably let both of us fuck
her. Just be patient."
"Do you really think it might happen?"
"It sure looks that way."
Jason pushed back from the table and stood, saying, "I've
had enough dinner. I'm going to my room."
I smiled and said, "Don't wear it out, Son; you might need
it soon." He blushed and left.
Cheryl returned right after he left. She smiled and said,
"My poor baby. I heard what you told him. That was beautiful; I
should have stayed. Hell, I should have told him myself. I
don't know why I get this way around him. I'd like to be totally
free and open. I can't even bring myself to walk around naked in
front of him. Isn't that silly?"
"I'm sure he wishes you would. Go see him right now. You
can break the ice."
"Yeah, right. I could give him a hand, I suppose."
"Hand, hell, the kid needs a fuckin' blow job."
"Well, he'll soon be getting that from the maid. By the
way, she's hotter than hell. I fingered her in there. Her pussy
feels like membrane soup." Cheryl held her wet hand up and said,
"Want a whiff?"
"Please, I'm eating dinner."
"Excuse me! Since when did you become a connoisseur?"
"When I get a whiff of Diane's pussy, I want to get it off
my own fingers, thank you."
"Suit yourself, but it might be a few days."
"Not by the looks of things."
"Hey, if you want it, she's in the kitchen. Just bend her
over the counter and pork the slut."
"I'll wait. I don't want to scare her off at this point."
"Shit, Red, we couldn't drive her off with a team of killer
dogs. We're stuck with the bitch."
"Poor us. What WILL we do?" Cheryl smiled.
CONTINUED
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