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WARNING!
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
"Good Doctor Wayne"
Part two of seven
BY TIFFANY
"They sound perfect. My twat is salivating. Can you set it
up?"
"I'm sure I can."
"Invite them for dinner Friday night. One thing, though.
I'm saving Terry for Steve. Make it clear that they keep their
cocks out of her. I want all the attention. Tell them that if
they cooperate, I'll personally deliver Terry to their garage and
they can fuck her on the grease rack if they want."
"They will hold you to that, April. I'll tell them if
you're sure."
"Tell them. I'm sure. Steve can make it happen."
"You're right, she's as good as screwed. April, I'm so
happy for you."
April stopped off at a lingerie shop on the way home and
bought the most ultra-mini bikini they had. It wasn't something
that could be worn in public. It was mostly string. The top
consisted of two, one-inch triangles. The bottom was an
elongated triangle with a one-inch base and strings coming from
each corner. It didn't even cover the mound. It was just a
simple patch that rested up against the pussy with one string
that went up the ass crack and two going up the front. The
strings attached to a simple gold chain that went around the
waist. She had it gift wrapped.
April prepared a big dinner and the family ate together--
something they usually did only on Sundays. Terry was excited
because she made the state finals on her school swim team.
Charlie was obviously feeling the strain of April's demands. He
was unable to look at Terry. After dinner, April took him aside.
She said, "Charlie, I'm letting you off the hook. Forget what I
said about fingering Terry. I'm giving up on you. I'll find
someone with a real dick to fuck her."
Relief flooded over him. He was so relieved, he did not
immediately register the second part. A frown slowly formed. He
said, "Oh, April. How can you? She's our daughter. Can't you
just forget this?"
"No, I can't. Set your mind to it, Charlie. She's my
daughter, and I want her to be a whore like me."
"Like you!"
"Yes, like me. Put you finger in my cunt, Charlie."
Charlie reached a tentative hand between her legs. April
widened her stance and placed her hands on her hips like Wonder
Woman. His finger went in easily. She said, "What you feel is
sperm, a real man's sperm. Get used to the feel. Oh, and this
doesn't mean you have pussy rights again. I may throw you a
quick fuck if the mood strikes me, but don't count on it. You
can fuck Terry all you want, but you'll have to wait for her to
come to you. That shouldn't take long. If you are smart, you'll
wish me luck."
"April, I can't believe what I'm hearing."
"Believe it, Charlie. And take your finger out of my cunt,
if you don't mind." Charlie quickly removed his finger and wiped
it on his pants. April laughed mockingly and added, "A couple of
male friends of mine will be having dinner with us on Friday
night. I expect you to be a perfect gentleman no matter what
happens."
"April, you wouldn't do anything with Terry here, would
you?"
"Why not, it's my house." April noticed a strange look in
Charlie's eyes. It wasn't hurt or anger or humiliation. It was
arousal. She glanced to his fly and saw the bulge. She wasn't
sure she was on firm ground until then. Steve was right-on about
Charlie. She added, "It is my house, isn't it, Charlie." He
meekly nodded. She taunted, "And this is my cunt?" Again he
nodded. She chucked him under the chin and said, "Stick around.
I'm going to shave Terry's pussy a little later. I bought her a
bikini to wear at my dinner party. Unfortunately, it doesn't
hide a thing. I want to give these two guys a preview of what
they'll be getting later in the week if all goes well."
"She'll curl up and die, April. Terry's no whore; you know
that."
"She will be. She's in training, and the training begins
right now." April picked up the small present and went in search
of Terry.
She found her in her room, studying. April walked in and
sat on her bed. Terry turned, smiled warmly, and said, "Hi, Mom.
What's up."
"Several things, sweetheart. First, I'll be picking you up
from school tomorrow. You have an appointment with my
therapist."
"You have a therapist? Why am I going? What's up?"
"I don't know. He just wants to talk to you for some
reason. Don't worry. I'm sure it's nothing. Look, I got some
great news today, and you got a present."
"I did! From who?"
"You don't know him. He is a close friend of your
grandfather's--a war buddy. He saved Grandpa's life in the war.
On Grandpa's deathbed, he made me promise that if this guy ever
needed anything, I should give freely. Well, turns out he lives
and works right here in Greenville. I ran into him the other
day. He's coming to dinner Friday and bringing a friend. He
gave me this and asked that you wear it as a favor to him. Isn't
that sweet, Dear?"
Terry beamed and took the small present, shaking it. She
said, "I'll bet it's a necklace. Is he rich?"
"No, I don't think so. Open it."
Terry tore open the gift, reached in and drew out the
strings and chain. She turned it several ways, separating the
components, still not sure what to make of it. April feigned
surprise and said, "Oh, it's a bikini. I told him you were a
swimmer. My but that's brief. Let's try it on. Get out of
those things, sweetheart."
Terry studied the ridiculous garment with alarm and said,
"Mom, I can't wear this. There's nothing to wear."
"Sure there is. You'll see. Come on, stand up. Off with
those clothes." April pulled Terry to her feet and started right
in undoing buttons. Terry watched her hands work with a feverish
intensity, puzzled by her mother's strange behavior and calm
acceptance of the lewd gift. Terry lifted her feet, one by one,
as her mother knelt to remove the last of her clothes from her
legs.
She then stood and took the bikini top from Terry. She got
behind the bewildered girl and set the two triangles on Terry's
nipples, telling her to hold them while she made the tie. After
tying the top, April walked to her front and looked at the
effect. Terry's nipples were hardly concealed at all. The tan
outline from her one-piece swimsuit made her look even more
naked, even with the top on. April said, "Oh my, that is
revealing, isn't it."
"Mom, it's ridiculous."
"Here, lets try the bottoms. I guess we have to attach this
chain belt first. There, that was easy." April made the two
ties in front, one over each hip bone, adjusting the crotch pad
so low that Terry, looking down her front, couldn't see it.
April drew the tail end up the crack of Terry's ass, making Terry
squeal. She tied it loosely. She knelt in front of Terry and
fingered the crotch pad, excessively touching Terry's sex. She
was determined to let Terry know by her actions that she was
purposefully using the excuse to feel her pussy. Her hands kept
pressing harder and getting wetter, waiting for Terry to voice
some protest. April pressed two knuckles into the fleshy center
of Terry's pussy. Terry stood in shocked disbelief. When her
mother dragged those same knuckles through her slit to her clit
and rubbed it, Terry cried out, "Mother! What are you doing?"
April kept her eyes glued to Terry's crotch and moved her
knuckles back and forth in her slick slit, saying, "I'm just
making sure this is adjusted right. It'll just be a minute."
April was enjoying herself immensely. On impulse, she
reached up and untied the two front ties, dropping the bottoms so
they hung like a tail from the back tie. She said, "I have to
start over. Terry, move your feet apart, dear. I can't see what
I'm doing." Terry reluctantly stepped out shoulder width, then
by a full yard under further prompting. April said, "Thrust out
your pelvis, dear. Oh, that's perfect..
Terry had to place her hands on her lower back as a counter
balance, feeling ludicrous, watching her mother settle back on
her heels and scooting up close, her face even with her vagina.
April boldly used her index finger, teasingly running it through
her slit. When Terry didn't react or complain, she entered her
daughter's hole. She eased in to the second knuckle as Terry's
legs stiffened and a groan escaped her lips. April used the
fingers of her other hand to freely rub her daughter's clit.
Terry bit her lower lip as a second finger joined the first and
the two began a steady finger-fucking of her cunt. Despite her
anxiety, her mother's lewd action soon had Terry on the verge of
a climax--a climax she tried desperately to stave off by counting
backwards from one-hundred.
April had decided that she'd stop when Terry voiced another
protest. When none came, she stepped up her assault by
introducing a third finger and vigorously rubbing the clit,
abandoning all pretense of doing anything other than masturbating
her daughter. April pressed in so hard with the three fingers
that she lifted Terry to her toes. Terry was forced to lean into
the hand rubbing her clit to keep from falling over backwards,
giving the impression that she was welcoming the assault.
Seconds later, Terry's orgasm broke over her and she cried out
and shuddered, humping her cunt in time to her mother's working
fingers. April expertly eased off as Terry's climax abated,
leaving her with a few gentle strokes. She then brought the
front ties up and quickly made the tie. She made a final
adjustment to the crotch, stood, and said, "There, that
should do it."
Terry, still trying to regain her composure, stared at her
mother with glazed eyes, unable to believe that she could pretend
nothing happened. She watched April stand back and study her
form. April, with a serious expression and cupping her sopping
wet fingers to her chin, twirled her other hand in the air,
saying, "Turn around, dear. Let's see the back. Okay, back
facing front. Well, I must say this for Bud, he has exotic
tastes."
"Mom, you act like I'm actually going to wear this."
"Honey, we have to. He asked as a favor. Remember
Grandpa's dying words?"
"Mom! You're serious, aren't you?"
"We have no choice. You see that, don't you?"
"Mother, this thing is obscene. I'd rather be naked."
"Yes, so would I, but he didn't ask to see you naked. He
asked to see you in this."
"Mom, you would actually let me be seen by two total
strangers, not to mention Daddy."
"Of course. I'd be proud to show you off in this. You have
a great body, sweetheart, a fantastic body. I love this bikini.
It shows off your body better than anything I could imagine. I
want you to wear it proudly."
Terry, in exasperation, looked to her crotch and said,
"Look, it doesn't even hide my pubic hair."
"Yes, you're right. We'll have to fix that; we'll just
shave all the hair off."
"What?"
"That's why the suit looks obscene. Remove the hair, and it
will look super."
"I don't believe this. Is this a joke, Mother?"
"No, it's no joke. I wouldn't joke about a thing like this.
Take the bottoms off. I'll go get the soap and razor."
"No! Mother, I can't do this. I just can't. I'm sorry."
April came up and moved them to the bed. They sat side by
side. April placed her arm around Terry's shoulder and said,
"Sweetheart, you know I'd never ask you to do this if it wasn't
very very important to me. I can't disobey my father's dying
wish, and I can't force you to help me. All I can do is ask, no
beg. I'm begging you, Terry. Please wear the suit for me."
Tears welled in Terry's eyes. She softly said, "Mom, I want
to help, but you're asking too much. I just couldn't do it."
"All right. I didn't want to put it to you this way, but
you leave me no choice. If you want me to sign that paper so
that you can attend the state finals, then you'll have to do this
for me. You decide. I'll honor your decision."
Terry defiantly squared her shoulders and said, "If this
means so much that you'd stoop to blackmail, then I'll do it. Go
ahead. Get the razor. I'll wear the damn thing."
April cupped Terry's face in her wet hands and kissed her
full on the lips, saying, "Oh, thank you. I knew you'd come
through. Okay, get those off; in fact, get naked; we'll do this
in the shower. I'll have your dad place my butcher block table
in there and you can lie down on it."
"Mom, I can do this myself."
"I won't hear of it. You could hurt yourself. I want to do
this for you. It's the least I can do. I'll be very careful and
take my time."
Terry gave her a look that said, "I'll just bet you will,"
but said, "If you insist."
At the door, April turned and said, "Oh, and slip on a pair
of panty hose. I'll explain in a moment."
April told Charlie to set up the table. She returned to
find Terry putting on the hose. She said, "That's enough. Don't
pull them up past your knees. I'll show you a trick hookers use
to do this. It's very clever. Okay now just lie back on the
bed."
Terry eased back onto the bed and watched with curious
interest as her mother pushed her onto her back. She bunched the
crotch of the panty hose then reached between the gap of her
thighs with her other hand, reaching all the way up to the back
of her head. She pushed back on the crotch, forcing Terry's legs
up and back towards her head. At the same time, she pulled hard
on her head. With a great effort and a lot of grunts and groans,
April managed to force the crotch material up and over her head,
hooking it on the back of Terry's neck. When Terry realized what
had happened, she found herself doubled in two with her chin
pressed hard against her chest, her knees past her ears, and
staring into her own beaver just a few inches away. Though
strained, the pantyhose allowed her to relax and adjust to the
strange position. She could see how a girl could easily attend
to her own pussy with ease, and it did splay her vaginal plane
effectively. She had to roll her eyes up to see her mother
looking down on her handy work. April said, "There, that will
work. Now, I'll just get Charlie to carry you to the shower, and
we'll get started."
Terry cried, "Mother, no! Don't let Daddy see me like this.
I'll die."
"Oh, don't be silly. I'll be right back. Don't go away."
April walked down the hall with Terry's pleading cries
echoing in her ears, smiling at her own success. She went up to
Charlie, setting the heavy wooden, two-foot square table in the
shower stall, and said, "Go get Terry. Just place her on the
table. I'll do the rest."
He gave her a queer look, but got up and went to Terry's
room. The sight that greeted him sent a jolt through his system.
It took a moment to realize what it was holding her in that
obscene position. Terry moaned and covered her face with her
hands as Charlie stepped closer. He let his eyes focus on her
cunt, marveling at it's beauty. After a few moments, he stooped
to gather her in his arms, saying, "I'm sorry, Terry."
He picked her up and carefully made his way towards the
bathroom. Terry said in anguish, "Dad, I think Mom's lost her
mind. This is insane. Do you know what she has planned?"
"Yes, but there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry, Terry. Try
to be strong, baby."
They entered the bathroom and April directed her placement.
Charlie deftly placed her in position. The shower stall had a
glass door that swung out. There wasn't room to close it. He
eased out and April took his place. She dismissed him, took the
shower massage unit down from its cradle, adjusted the water to
Luke warm, and told Terry to hold it for her. April proceeded
with methodical efficiency. She lathered her entire cuntal
plane, using her fingers liberally. She lathered and rinsed
several times, and tormented Terry with the pulse stream aimed at
her clit. She brought Terry to the brink only to stop and
re-lather. After four such routines, Terry wanted to scream.
The hair removal was rather uneventful by contrast. Terry
watched her mother's meticulous effort with intense interest.
She also noticed the reverent way her mother touched her vagina.
The look on her face betrayed her true motives, but Terry cared
little about her mother's motives at that point.
With the hair gone, and lather rinsed away, Terry watched
her mother gently pat her crotch dry. She held a mirror up for
Terry's benefit, saying, "How do you like it?"
Terry marveled at the view of her own pussy, details she'd
never seen before. She liked it much better. A smile formed for
the first time in over an hour. Terry said, "I like it. I'll
bet this will shave two one-hundredths off my time."
"Exactly, no more pussy drag."
Terry teased, "Mother! Your language."
April smiled, stroked her nails teasingly through her
daughter's crotch and said, "What's wrong with my fucking
language?"
April took Terry's clit between thumb and forefinger,
rolling it while looking right at Terry. Terry said, "Mom,
you've changed."
April smiled a devilish grin. She used both hands to peel
back the tight labia lips of Terry's pussy. Terry's wide eyes
watched as her mother's face came nearer and nearer to her spread
pussy. She drew in a deep breath just before her mother's lips
contacted her nether lips, then exhaled it in one long moan of
ecstasy when April sealed her face tight to her cunt
and began wallowing in it, smearing her entire face. After a few
hard sucks and a tiny bite to the clit, April moved her face
right up to Terry's face, getting nose to nose. She smiled and
said, "What makes you say that, sweetheart?"
Terry was too shocked and excited to speak, but the look on
her face spoke volumes. April taunted, "I see you like the new
me, don't you?" Terry nodded meekly. "You like having Mommy's
face between your legs, licking, sucking, and nibbling on your
cute little pussy wussy, don't you?"
Terry found the words wildly exciting--intoxicating, though
the act was incomprehensible. She could smell her cunt on her
mother's face and liked the smell. Her mother's pretty, smiling
face looked nasty in a sexy way, covered with her vaginal
wetness. She pondered the situation, realizing that her mother
was going through a change, a crises. Latent lesbian tendencies
were blossoming and Terry began to see exciting possibilities for
herself. Impulsively, in a soft sultry voice, Terry said, "I
dare you to do that again."
"Ask me in a nice and nasty way. Tell Mommy what you want."
With difficulty, Terry said, "Lick my pussy, Mommy.
Please!"
April scooted back to her daughter's spread and licked a
long broad swath up her vaginal channel from anus to clit. She
repeated this under Terry's close approving scrutiny. Terry
said, "Suck on my clitty."
April sucked the hard, pink nub into her mouth,
tongue-flicked and nibbled it. Terry moaned and placed her hands
on her mother's head, pulling her tighter, saying, "Oh yes! Oh
God!"
April brought Terry to a powerful climax then eased off
gradually as Terry calmed. Terry looked lovingly into her
mother's face as she lapped the rich spend pouring from her hole,
occasionally thrusting her stiffened tongue far up inside, hungry
for her juicy reward. With her mouth sealed tightly to Terry's
hole, only her eyes were visible above the bald mound. They
locked eyes while April sucked and swallowed. Terry said, "You
really like eating my cum, don't you?" April nodded her head
vigorously, rubbing her nose on the clit. Terry giggled and
said. "I could tell. I cum a lot, don't I?"
Again, she received a thorough nose rubbing. Inspired,
Terry began asking a series of yes and no questions just to feel
the answers. This resulted in another climax and more juice for
April. Finally drained, exhausted, and cramped from her lewd
position, Terry said, "Can we stop now. I'm cramping."
April raised up and said, "I'll get your father."
Terry smiled and said, "Okay. I'll wait here."
CONTINUED
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