Message-ID: <8508eli$9802152355@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8508.txt> From: phantom lover <slutmissy@hotmail.com> Subject: Get with the Program (alternative plot 1/3) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <34E75E30.3DDE@hotmail.com> I am posting all I have of "Get with the Program"--just the three alternative plots. The scene-setting introduction is missing from my collection. If you have it, please email it to me to avoid multiple posting. I promise to post it, and will include it in my forthcoming Phil Phantom and Tiffany Compendium web guide. wet kisses missy 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, 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 "Get with the Program - alternative plot one" by Phil Phantom A thousand conflicting thoughts and emotions whirled through my mind. My whole life was turned topsy turvy. By the time I got to the cabin, I had calmed somewhat. I met Bill at the car. He said, "Honey, are you all right? You look like you've been crying." I said, "I have been. Helen had me beaten with a cane. I'm all right, though." "That does it. We're getting out of here right now. Fuck the damn job!" A part of me panicked. I reached out and placed my hand on his arm and said, "No, let's see this through. We've gone this far. You were right; we need this job. I can take whatever Helen can dish out." Bill studied me with great curiosity, trying to read me. The normal part of me tried to figure out where that statement had come from, for I wanted out of there fast. I now realize that it wasn't Helen's threat that made me want to stay. We could easily get away. It wasn't the job, either. It was Helen. I wanted Helen to correct the injustice in my boring life. Bill seemed to see or sense it. He said, "Okay, if you're sure. Just say when you've had enough, and we'll be out of here." I said, "No, I want us to make a commitment to see this thing through, no matter what, and I expect...no...I insist you hold me to it." "All right. We're staying the full week. I won't interfere, I mean that." "I don't want you to." "The kids will have to fend for themselves." "Of course. Come on; I'll help you unload." As we unpacked our things, Steven lay sprawled on the bed with his magazines. Jenny helped me. As I bent over a suitcase, Jenny said, "Mom, what are those stripes on the backs of your thighs?" I blushed and stood straight. Steven, Bill, and Jenny awaited my reply. I looked nervously from one face to another and decided to tell them the partial truth. I knew Helen would be exposing me to further outrages and thought I should brace my family. They were going to see a side of me that I didn't even know existed. I said, "I was given a beating with a cane. I'm all right." Jenny looked tearful and cried, "Why? Who?" "It's all right, Jenny. Helen Cummings had it done to put me in my place. I got a little smart with her and made some threats. She taught me a good lesson." Steven looked up with interest and said, "What lesson?" "To behave myself while we're here and not give anyone a hard time. Believe me, I won't, and I strongly suggest you guys do likewise. These people are serious, but they're here to have fun, not hurt people. We need to keep that in mind." Steven said, "Was it fun?" I looked at his amused face and said, "No, it was not fun. They took off my shorts and panties and hit me between the legs. It was not fun in the least." Jenny winced and made an agonized face, but Steven was even more amused, saying, "Wow, they hit you in the cunt!" Bill said, "Steven, that's no way to talk to your mother." Steven's words thrilled me. I tried to act serious and calm. I said, "No, Bill, let him say what he wants. We can't be enforcing our normal rules in this place. You can't very well let a boy look at stuff like that [indicating the magazines] and expect him to call a vagina a vagina, or treat women, even his mother, with any respect." I looked to Steven and said, "To answer your question, yes, she hit me in the cunt." Steven's face lit up at my use of the foul word. Jenny cried, "Mom!" Bill looked equally shocked. They've never heard me say "shit," much less "cunt." Steven loved it and said, "Really, did she get your clit." Bill shouted angrily, "Steven, that's enough." Again I stood up for Steven and said, "Leave him alone, Bill. He obviously wants to hear about it. I won't begrudge him taking whatever pleasure he can grab from this experience. I would much rather he enjoyed this stay rather than be traumatized by it." To Steven I said, "And yes, she did hit my clit." "How'd she do it?" "Helen didn't do it. She had a girl your age, a very pretty girl I might add, take off my shorts and panties and start whipping my ass and thighs. She gave me over a dozen hard hits, then brought one right up between my legs while I knelt on all fours." I found this confession very stimulating, but was not prepared to tell them what I was doing on all fours. "Neat, did the cane go into your pussy slit?" "Yes, it went right in the crack." "Far out. Did you cry?" "Yes, I cried a lot." "God, I wish I could have seen that." Jenny said, "Steven, you're awful. You have no idea how much that must have hurt Mom." I walked up to Steven and ruffled his hair, saying, "I think he does, Jenny. He's just being honest. I appreciate that. If it happens again, I hope Steven is there to witness it. Who knows, they might even let him do the hitting. Would you like that, Steven?" "Yes, I'd do it, too. I'd really make you cry." I brushed hair from his eyes and said, "Yes, I'm sure you would, dear. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but if it happens, I won't hold it against you." "Even if I hit you on your pussy?" I smiled, "Yes, even on my pussy, in my slit, on my clit. Are you happy?" "Yeah, I can't wait." That conversation with my son in front of my husband and daughter had my pussy leaking into my shorts. I knew I had to change the subject and my shorts quickly before further humiliating myself. I remembered Helen's bra and panty rule and turned to Jenny, saying, "I'm afraid I have some bad news for you too, Jenny. Helen said there's a firm rule: no panties or bras are allowed here. You'll have to change. They kept mine, but I still have need to change." "Mom, all I brought was skirts and dresses and a swim suit. I can't go without panties." "You have to, Jenny. I'm sorry." "Well, we can't change here." "It's that or outside. They want us to live in this fish bowl. We may as well make the most of this. Just wait till there's no one walking by and do it quickly." "What about them?" She indicated her father and brother. I said, "Come on, Jenny. We can't possibly hide from each other in this room, and I'm not sending everyone out every time you need to attend your toilet or change clothes. Hurry up now." "Mom! At least make them look the other way!" "Jenny, honestly!" I strode over and pulled her dress up over her head like I used to when she was a child. She fell right into her old way of lifting her arms for me. I tossed off her dress and pulled her bra off the same way. She crossed her arms over her compact mounds as I knelt and dragged her panties down, making her lift one foot then the other in bashful humiliation. While freeing her panties, I held her right foot higher than necessary. My eyes drifted to her crotch, inches from my face. I was suddenly paralyzed by the most exciting view of my daughter's pussy. I wondered what hers would taste like. Would her inner flesh feel differently than Helen's? Would the fine light hairs add or detract from the experience, and would her pink clit grow any bigger in my sucking mouth? I was startled from my fantasy by Jenny crying out, "Mother, please, put my leg down!" I dropped her foot and stood. Jenny was trying to hide both her tits and her crotch. I tossed her a short skirt and blouse. I stripped naked and took my time finding something to wear. In the process, I gave everyone, even passers-by, a lewd exhibition. Steven was a delight. He got on his hands and knees behind me and followed me everywhere. I slowly pulled on a pair of shorts, being sure to give Steven a good long look at my criss-crossed naked ass, not to mention my pussy. My awkward efforts were slowed by my overly-dramatic show of pain as I gingerly inched the shorts past one stripe at a time. I was rewarded for my effort by an exciting comment from Steven as he peered up between my legs. As my ass wiggled in his face, he said, "It's all red where she hit you in the pussy, Mom." I said, "I wouldn't doubt that, but remember, pussies are reddish on the inside anyway." "Yeah, I know, but yours is red inside and out, especially on your left cunt lip. I can see where the cane landed. It went across your clit to the right side of your pussy mound. I can see the mark through the cunt hairs." I held myself in this exposed position and questioned Steven about my wound. He rewarded me with another long and lewd description. He even used his fingers to trace the area. Afterwards, I reluctantly hid his visual treasure and said, "Well, thank you very much for that commentary. I'm sure Jenny and your father appreciated it too." I zipped my shorts and turned to face them, topless. I ignored their looks and searched for a tube top. I borrowed one of Jenny's and crammed my thirty-six inch tits into her thirty-two inch top. Jenny was dressed by then, so I suggested we explore the facility. We decided to pair off: boys going one way, girls the other. We parted near the fountain. Bill and Steven paused to look at the Venus. I overheard Steven remark, "She looks an awful lot like Mom, especially her tits and cunt, huh Dad?" Jenny said, "Mom, how can you let Steven talk about you like that. He's being nasty on purpose." "I know, Jenny. Boys are like that. Let him have his fun, dear. Who knows, you might even find something you like here. I'll tolerate that too." "I seriously doubt that. This place is scary, Mom. These men look at me like I'm naked." "You are under that outfit, and they know it. You better be careful how you sit or you are going to give somebody the thrill of a lifetime." She smiled as we entered the clubhouse and said, "I already gave Steven his thrill thanks to you." She paused and said, "Mom, why were you looking at me like that...you know, down there." We walked side by side pausing from time to time to study a painting or other object. I said, "You mean why was I staring at your vagina. I don't know, sweetheart. It captivated me. Frankly, I've never seen one so pretty, cute, and sexy. I'm just lucky the guys were there or I probably would have given it a very long kiss, and not a peck either." "Mom!" She giggled, "This place is getting to you. Gosh, I never thought I'd hear you say something like that....Did you really like it that much?" We had stopped before a large painting of a leather-clad dominitrix standing spread-legged over a bound young girl with the girl's tongue reaching into the woman's exaggerated vagina. I turned and grasped Jenny by the shoulders, looked deep in her eyes and said, "Jenny, I loved it and I'll try to look again and again. I may even try to sneak in a kiss from time to time. I'm just warning you. Sweetheart, your legs are not your finest feature, your pussy is. Believe me." I could see her beaming through her delightful blush. She said, "I don't care if you look or anything, Mom." "I'll remember that. Jenny, see that gentleman sitting by himself in the lounge. That's Mr. Peabody, the head of accounting. He's a nice guy. Why don't we go over. I'll sit in the stuffed chair facing his and you can sit on the arm. Here's your chance to show a man your pussy and test his reaction." "Mom! I couldn't do that...could I?" I took her hand and led her over, took the seat, and patted the arm rest. Jenny shyly sat with her knees tightly pressed together. I made introductions as Mr. Peabody smiled warmly and ran his eyes over both our bodies. We made small talk as Jenny's legs slowly relaxed and drifted apart. After three minutes, he was unabashedly looking right at her naked pussy. Jenny was unabashedly showing it to him. I talked while stroking my left hand along her right thigh. Jenny seemed to enjoy her first intentional exhibition. Mr. Peabody enjoyed it also as he stared openly through the top half of his bifocals. Those glasses must have given him a clear view. His bermuda shorts testified to that. Impulsively, I let my hand drift higher up her thigh, pushing her short skirt up before it. Jenny softly cried, "Mom!" and laid her hand over mine, following, not resisting. I glanced around to see that no one was looking, then continued to mover her shirt up past her mons and angled my fingertips to her slit. I traced her pussy lips and said, "Penny for your thoughts." Jenny was nervously looking around as he said, "I was wondering if it got any better." I pressed gently outward against her inner thigh with my fingertips. Jenny let her leg drift out until her knees were eighteen inches apart. I used a finger to pull her right labia out and said, "She's beautiful, isn't she?" "Magnificent. Look, why don't we move to the library. It's cozy and usually private." Jenny gave me an anxious look. I said, "Lead the way." Mr. Peobody led us past the TV room and into a small book- filled room with a small sofa, a desk, and a padded leather chair. He shut the door and said, "Have her lie down on the desk, please." Jenny clutched my hand. I turned to her and said, "Relax, sweetheart. He's not going to screw you unless you want him to. He just wants a better look at your gorgeous vagina. Isn't that right, Mr. Peobody?" "Jenny, no one here will do anything to you unless you let them. All you have to do is say no. Everyone here will honor a no. It's a golden rule. I just want a better look, okay." Without waiting for her response, I guided Jenny to the desk and lifted her. I pushed against her chest until she settled back uneasily. I scooted her back and placed her feet on the desk-top, wide apart. I told her to lift her butt. Jenny lifted; I pushed her skirt past her waist and stood aside. Mr. Peobody had dropped his shorts and advanced between Jenny's legs stroking an impressive erection. My mouth watered. His eyes focused on her beaver as he knelt. Jenny was on her elbows, watching him study her intimate anatomy. I knelt at his side and reached for his cock. He relinquished it to me and dipped his head to kiss Jenny's pussy. Jenny squealed; her thighs clamped his head. I pumped his cock and pushed out on her left knee. She relaxed and soon had her knees wide. I watched him lick my little angle, then went low to take him in my mouth. I sucked him in that awkward position, listening to my daughter's moans. I grew more and more excited, as did Mr. Peobody. He stopped to tell me to get naked. I got up and stripped hurriedly. I rubbed my cunt against his elbow to let him know I was ready. He got up and practically threw me onto the desk beside Jenny. He quickly mounted me and shoved his cock all the way into my wet pussy. I drew back my legs, holding onto my toes and screamed, "FUCK ME! Oh, Yes, Fuck me hard!" Jenny rolled to her side and looked at the cock pumping into my fevered crotch. Having her watch added to my excitement. I lifted to meet his thrusts. He fucked me long and deep, slowly building up steam. My orgasm exploded over me and was quickly followed by another. A third happened when he came. I ground my cunt on his spewing cock and milked his spend from him. My crotch became a milky froth of our juices. He pulled out. I still held my toes, exhausted. Jenny got down and looked between my legs. I caught her eye, seeing her between my knees and decided to hold my obscene pose. I said, "Take a good look, Jenny. You're going to see a lot of this." Mr. Peobody put on his shorts and left. I slowly recovered. We dressed and left. We walked to the bar, took seats and ordered cocktails. We sat silently for a few minutes. When the drinks came, I took a long sip and said, "Are you upset with me?" She smiled and said, "No! Not at all, Mom. God, that was something, incredible." "It was that. You may not believe this after what you saw, but your father is the only man I've ever had sex with." "I'm not surprised, Mom. I have a hard time imagining you and Daddy doing it." "But you do imagine it?" She blushed and said, "Well, it's not like an obsession, but yeah, I have." I smiled and touched her nearby thigh, saying, "Have you ever seen your father's penis erect?" "No, but I did see it soft, hanging out the leg opening of his shorts. I've seen that a lot." "I figured so. Have you ever touched a penis or kissed one?" "No, never, not even Steven's, though he wants me to." "Interesting. Steven has many dimensions, and I think he has one dimension that is bigger and fatter than his father's." "Mom! Are you horny for Steven? It did look like you were trying to turn him on back in the room." "Was I that obvious?" "Mom, you practically wiggled your vagina under his nose, and if I didn't know better I'd think you wanted him to beat you." I took a casual sip of my drink while looking straight ahead. I said, "What makes you think you know better?" "God, Mom! You're unreal. Did they drug you? You aren't the same Mom that went up there." "You're absolutely right about that; but no, they didn't drug me. I'm sorry if I've said too much. Hey, let's finish these drinks and find the guys." * * * We wandered around the camp for and found the guys at the pool. Few people wore suits and the pool staff was naked save for shoes and hats. There weren't many kids present in the camp, but those we saw were as provocative and outrageous as the adults. The young boys gave the female staffers a hard time by pinching and slapping tender areas. The girls, some pre-pubescent, flaunted themselves shamelessly at any male but especially the handsome lifeguards. Steven was naked in the water with three of the little minxes. On our way over to Bill, a young boy, maybe thirteen, came up to Jenny sporting a junior grade hardon and simply said, "Hi, my name's Robert. Want to fuck?" Jenny appeared to be studying the presented prick, but was, in fact, too dumbfounded to immediately respond. She simply said, "No." He looked to me and said, "How about you, lady?" I smiled and said, "Thanks for the offer, dear, but not right now, okay. You might try asking Jenny again, though. Maybe tomorrow or the next day." He shrugged and skipped off leaving me to deal with a flustered daughter. She said, "Mom, are you crazy? Can you believe the nerve of that brat? And what made you tell him to try me again. Do you think I might say, 'yes'?" As we came up to Bill in his lounge chair I quietly told her, "If you don't, you're a fool." To Bill I said, "Hi, dear. I see you found a spot with a view." "Goddamn, honey. These chicks are fantastic. This place is so open and free. I love watching these kids explore their budding sexuality. They're having a ball, literally. I think Steven lost his virginity in the pool right before you walked up. See that little blonde swimming off. She took it." I gazed over the top rim of my sunglasses and said, "Bill, that's the little girl that beat me in Helen's office. Her name is Stephanie." Bill looked up at Jenny and said, "Why don't you get in the water, kiddo. Take off those clothes and just jump in." Jenny hemmed and hawed, danced around nervously, then took a lounge chair on the other side of Bill. She managed to position her legs facing the group of frolicking kids and slowly let her feet drift apart. I nudged Bill and we watched her on the sly. She finally had a good beaver shot going and attracted their attention and their splashes. They drenched her while she kicked and squealed. They got out of the pool and surrounded her. She struggled half-heartedly as they threatened to strip her and throw her in the pool. As her top came off and they were working on dragging her skirt off, Jenny shouted, "No!" Three boys and a girl immediately let go. Only Steven still held her by a leg. He said, "Hey, come on!" One of the boys said, "Let her go, man. She said 'No.' The lifeguard heard." Steven didn't understand but dropped his sister's leg and joined his new friends as they jumped back in the pool. Jenny sat half-naked looking terribly frustrated and deeply disappointed. I said, "Let that be a lesson to you Jenny. 'No' is a two edged sword around here. Go on, take that silly skirt off and get in the pool." She nervously complied and dashed into the water where she was warmly received. I said, "It looks like they might both lose their virginity in the pool." "That's fine with me. Say, what was that 'no' business about?" I explained what we'd learned and said, "Helen made it quite clear that the rule did not apply to me." "Too bad, it's a good rule. Are you going to be able to live with it?" I smiled and flashed him my leaking beaver through the leg hole of my shorts, saying, "I already have, right in front of Jenny, and made a complete fool of myself." "Anyone I know?" "Mr. Peabody. Oh, and I heard about Cassandra and you. We'll just call it even." Bill blushed and turned his attention to the two boys sandwiching our giggling daughter. Greg Miller, Bill's supervisor, sat with a large group of members on the far side of the pool. Greg was a short, barrel-chested man, very hairy and balding. He wore speedo briefs. I watched him get up and dive towards the kids, surfacing near them and advancing in the waist-deep water. The kids parted for him and he scooped Jenny up in his huge arms. He carried her to the underwater steps and emerged by his friends. They applauded and he carried her with her ass facing them, her arms clinging to his thick neck. After parading her about, he brought her around to our side and carried her right past us. Jenny's adorable pussy peeked out from between her tender thighs as her ass passed before Bill and I. Greg never acknowledged us, only grinned his shit-eating grin. We never heard a 'no' from Jenny, even as he headed out toward the cabins. We watched him carry our naked, virgin daughter across the threshold of cabin seven. Thirty minutes later, he carried her back and paraded her pink, semen-weeping, raw pussy around the pool several times as though making victory laps. Jenny appeared to be taking it quite well, even enjoying the lewd attention. He came near us to give us a very special look, then heaved her into the pool. Jenny came up laughing and splashed him several times as the kids swarmed over her. I looked to Bill and said, "What a little slut." He smiled and said, "Yeah, ain't she, though?" As Greg strutted back to his group, I said, "Did you know he planned to do that?" "I figured he'd try. I never imagined that Jenny would go along so willingly. That was the big shocker." Bill and I watched three boys and Steven take turns coupling with Jenny in the shallow end. I couldn't call it fucking. They were mostly just taking turns getting buried to the balls and locking themselves together for the duration of a turn as defined by the group. This went on for another thirty minutes and ended when a tall man, old enough to be her grandfather and sporting a mighty erection waded out and took a turn. He made her squeal and squirm, but she did not say, 'No.' It took him a few minutes to get fully seated. He then emerged from the pool with Jenny skewered on his dick, clinging to his neck, and with her legs wrapped around his hips. She looked like a spider monkey clinging to her trainer. In this lewd manner, he walked her about for the amusement of the pool patrons. People peered between her legs, smacked her fanny, and poked fingers up her asshole. I saw people pointing to us and waving him in our direction. He came up and stood between Bill's chair and mine. We had an excellent view looking up at the thick cock stretching our little girl's vaginal lips thin. He carried on small talk with us while obscenely displaying her to us and a fairly large gathering that crowded around. Jenny merely hugged herself to his neck and buried her face in his shoulder, breathing heavily. Steven knelt between our chairs and excitedly said, "Jenny's getting the shit fucked out of her. Look how big he is, Mom." I was looking, and looked harder when the man cupped her small buttocks and began lifting and lowering her on that huge pole. He began fucking her in earnest, looking more like a man jacking off with a girl's body. Jenny wailed, pounded his chest, dug her fingers in his hair, but never said, 'no,' He made her cum, then poured his seed up her cunt. He surprised us all by pulling her off his dick with a sucking pop, then setting her on my lap, saying, "Thanks for the use of your daughter." He walked off amidst throngs of laughter as semen pouring from my daughter and drenched my lap. Jenny enjoyed her initiation into public sex. She returned to the pool and was the center of attention. When we left the pool area, she didn't bother to put anything on and wiggled her ass provocatively all the way back to our cabin. Steven constantly had his hands on and in her body as she walked along. Bill and I followed, amazed at the transformation we observed. We held back to let them get ahead. When they went into the cabin, we stopped on the path. Bill said, "Let's give them a few minutes in there alone." I said, "You think they'll fuck, don't you?" "I think they might. Look, people are stopping to look in our windows. Lets go see." Bill was right. Jenny was on the bed on her back holding her feet by the toes as she had seen me do. Steven was on his knees between her legs and was fitting his cock into her cunt. We looked on with a group of twenty while they screwed with abandon. I placed my arm around Bill and we kissed. A couple came up behind us. He behind me, she behind Bill. He unfastened and dropped my shorts. She took out Bill's cock and began jerking him off. I parted my legs and took the man's cock in from the rear. They had us before the window. Steven saw and alerted Jenny. Her head turned and she smiled at what she saw. I loved getting fucked in public and thrust my ass out shamelessly. Bill came all over the window pane and I leaned over and licked the sliding drools of sperm from the glass. Afterwards, I pulled off my tube top and pressed my tits to the glass as the man pounded my cunt to mush. At our first meeting, Helen called me and Jenny to the stage overlooking fifty members and staff people. Helen announced, "We'd like to officially welcome the Smith family to our club. Karen and Bill have graciously offered their lovely daughter as a gift to all of us." That was my cue to strip Jenny, and I removed her clothes sensuously. I got behind her and moved her feet out wide with my foot. I held her two arms up as Helen said, "They said they will even deliver her to your cabin, or you are free to use her in theirs. She will remain nude and available throughout the remainder of her stay, so you guys help yourselves." The room burst out in applause. Bill came forward and lifted her into his arms. He carried her from table to table to allow the members to fondle her. Jenny freely held her legs apart for their groping, probing fingers and tongues. After dinner, and for the rest of our stay, we carried Jenny from one fuck to another. Bill and I also performed a live sex act with her on the stage that evening. Steven got his wish two nights later as he and I performed at another meeting. He bound and beat me, then fucked my ass. This was so popular that it became a regular event at every meeting. Steven demonstrated his imagination and creativity. He mastered me, and I grew to worship him on and off the stage. Before we left the retreat, I pledged my indenture to my son and informed Bill that his marital rights were being deferred to Steven. Bill accepted this declaration. He did, after all, have Jenny. THE END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>