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Subject: Phil Phantom Reposts - Baby Bambi By Tiffany
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Copyright © 1997 Phil Phantom. ALL Rights Reserved
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Baby Bambi
By Tiffany
I sympathized with my daughter, Candy. Her father was way too restrictive with
her. She was fifteen, and boys were asking her on dates. I understood John's
point and shared his concerns as well. Candy wasn't ready to make mature
decisions about her body, sex, and picking what boys were good and which ones
were not. Candy is a sweet kid. We named her right, but she has no idea how
sweet she looks to the opposite sex.
Candy still has a child's frame, but a woman's body has grown on it. She has
full size breasts, a tiny waist, and full hips; the classic female hour glass,
only scaled down. She stands four foot ten inches, weighs eighty-eight pounds,
and measures thirty-two, sixteen, thirty-one. Those would be respectable
measurements on a full-sized woman like me, but on Candy, they look positively
voluptuous. With her full mane of auburn hair, big green eyes, and pearly
white smile, she has no idea how sexy she looks.
She's not exactly an airhead, but she's no Rhode's scholar either. Gullible,
naive, easily led, easily influenced, and overly-trusting do come to mind. She
adores male attention and sucks up compliments like an industrial shop vac.
Candy doesn't know how to play the game, and I can't bring myself to talk about
back seat ball games. I still haven't told her about the birds and bees. The
right guy, saying the right lines, could round the bases and slide into home
with his first time at bat.
She needs a big sister, or a father who doesn't break out in sweats around her.
It's not the sweats so much, it's the erection he gets that causes the sweats.
Candy has noticed his problem. She likes to snuggle up on his lap in her baby
doll nightie. She took her seat a little too quickly one night and made John
cry out. She lifted up, saying, "Oops, sorry Daddy." John told her it was a
condition he picked up in the Vietnam war. She scooted off his boner and looked
at the bulge in his pants, saying, "Does it hurt?"
I almost spit out a mouthful of soda when she said that. You see what I mean
about being naive? I was as eager as Candy to hear John's reply. I sat
forward, trying to hold in my smile. John gave me a harsh look, like, "I hope
you're enjoying this, Pam." Mine said, "Oh, I am, John, I am." He said, "No,
Candy, it doesn't hurt. It just gets stiff for no reason, and it can be
embarrassing at times."
Candy continued staring at the bulge tenting her father's PJ's, not at all
bashful about looking at her father's crotch. She said, "I'll bet. Sometimes
boys get those in class and everybody laughs. I don't think they were in a war
though. Does it hurt when I sit on it?"
I almost lost my composure. John's face had sweat beads running. He gave me
another dirty look, then said, "No, just don't jump on it."
Candy lifted her ass, shifted back over his erection, and eased herself down.
She likes to recline on John, and since John was already lying back in his
lounger, her soft buns settled right over his cock. To make matters worse,
John had on thin cotton boxer shorts, and Candy wore no panties. This was no
surprise. She never wore anything under her nightie, but this was a new
nightie. She picked it out, and her new nightie was short, sheer, and loose.
His eyes rolled back as she settled again and let her legs fall outside his.
Poor John. Lying still for this had to be sheer torture for him. He was
embarrassed that I was watching. I was looking into her beaver, but this
didn't bother her. I shaved her crotch for her itsy bitsy bikini. John
couldn't see Candy's shaved beaver from his position, but it sure looked pretty
from mine. What's more, his cock may have been exposed through the fly, and
may have been nestled between her ass cheeks or cunt lips. I couldn't see
that, but it was quite possible. She did an awful lot of adjusting before
settling.
She said, "Boy, it sure feels big. I can feel it throb, and I can feel the
heat. Are you sure it doesn't hurt? I can sit on the floor and watch TV if
you want."
"No, just don't move around too much. It doesn't hurt. Watch the TV."
John cast me an apologetic, innocent look, but I wasn't looking with accusing
eyes. I didn't blame him one bit. Candy is, like I said, too sweet to resist.
I'm not gay, and I find myself looking. Unlike John, I sometimes see her stark
naked, and she takes my breath away. I've seen her spread beaver when I trim
her pubic area for her swim suit. The civic pool is her favorite hangout now
that school is out for the summer.
The pool is within easy walking distance, through a good neighborhood, so we
let her walk. John had a fit when he saw the suit she picked out and I bought.
I wasn't too keen on buying the obscene thing, but a string bikini was the only
suit that we could make fit.
Her tits won't fit in child suits, and adults suits are too long, or the
bottoms won't fit. I bought the bikini to satisfy Candy, certain John would
send it back. Surprisingly, he didn't.
She is damned-near naked in the bikini, and that probably explains why John
accepted the suit. In the summer, she lives in her swim suit. The suit looks
okay except when she parts her legs. The crotch strap, connecting the front
and back triangular patches, is nothing more than string, the same string that
connects the top tittie patches. That string gets lost in her crack. She is
not the least bit bashful about this, but she hates pubic hair showing. The
thought that a loose pubic hair might poke out under the thin crotch patch
drives her crazy, so I keep her bush trimmed for her. That's when I sweat.
The last time I gave her a trim, she wanted me to remove all the hair from
between her legs. I told her I'd shave her there, but it would mean she'd have
to have it shaved regularly or the stubble would irritate her. I told her
every other day at least.
That news didn't bother her, and it certainly didn't bother me. I've seen
hundreds of beavers in John's secret stash of girlie magazines, but I never saw
a pussy to rival Candy's. Hers is a pussy of extraordinary perfection--a pink,
puffy, pouch that yawns open at the slightest parting of her legs.
Her Pussy always looks ready to receive a big cock. I've never seen her snatch
when it wasn't slick, glistening, and showing her coral pink inner flesh. She
has a well-defined clit that looks like a bald rodent trying to push its way
out from her two full labia lips.
When I begin shaving, and move those parts with my fingers, that clit actually
gets an erection and sticks up at least an inch. Her thin, shiny, inner lips
form a funnel to her pussy hole, and that hole looks so pure, so clean, you
just want to put your tongue in and swirl around. I've never envied men, but
when I gaze on Candy's cunt hole, I wish I had a stiff cock or a ten-inch
tongue.
John doesn't know I am shaving Candy's cunt. I've never shared what I've seen
with him. The only time he sees her sitting immodestly--and sitting immodestly
is the only way you'd see the crotch string--is when she's sitting on him.
Frankly, I am embarrassed by my response to my daughter's vagina.
I lust after her body, and I have just recently come to grips with that. I
suffered great guilt over the wicked thoughts I couldn't seem to stop. I quit
fighting the thoughts months ago, knowing I'd never do anything. My private
fantasies were no one's business but my own. I gave myself free license to
fantasize. Since doing that, I've had some doozies. When the shaving began,
last month, my fantasies went through the roof.
No, I didn't blame John for his wicked thoughts. I know he'd never act on his
either. Oh, he'd cop an innocent feel of tit, maybe peek where he shouldn't.
I've caught him sniffing her panties and looking inside her nightie as she
slept. I never say anything about these things. I think they're innocent, and
I know John will never molest his daughter. That worry never crossed my mind.
He fantasizes about her, just as I do. I wish we were open enough to share our
fantasies. Our sex would be greatly enhanced if we did. As it is, our sex
life is almost non-existent. I'd love to hear his fantasies while he's
screwing me, and I know he'd love mine. I could pretend I was Candy. We look
alike. I can imitate her speech and manners. In the dark, the act would be
easy. I'm just a little taller, that's all. I'm only five two, just four
inches bigger. I'd love playing Candy, seducing my daddy.
As I watched the innocent way she laid over John, I couldn't help but think,
"Candy, if you only knew half of what I know, you could fuck him anytime you
wanted."
That was a new thought. Oddly, the idea of Candy seducing John never crossed
my mind before. The idea was a big stretch for the imagination. My fantasies,
to be effective as turn-ons, have to be within the possible. Something absurd,
just won't do it for me. The notion sent delicious tingles through me, and I
thought more along those lines.
John would succumb if Candy made all the moves on him. His dick was nestled
between her ass cheeks because she took the initiative. He was putty in her
hands. Between her ass cheeks he was simply a mass of warm jelly. Yes, I'd
like that. I wouldn't even mind sharing John with my sexy daughter. There
were always threesomes. If she seduced John, she might seduce me. The
scenario was possible.
The problem was, Candy couldn't seduce a child molester. The art was something
I couldn't teach. Not that I was all that bashful, but the best way to learn
the art of seduction, was to experience being seduced. I learned in the back
seats of cars, and the lessons took fast. After you've been talked into
spreading your legs for a hard cock by two or three boys, you kind of get the
idea. You see how they got you that way when you started off with no intention
of serving as some kid's love toy.
When sperm is leaking from your fertile and unprotected pussy, and you just
know there's an egg in your womb receiving one sperm cell, splitting, and
growing. When you think you are royally fucked, pregnant at sixteen by a jerk,
you can't help but say to yourself, "Why in the hell did I let him shoot his
cum in my twat. I begged him to shoot inside. God, what an idiot I am." Then
you figure out how he did it, and you learn how to guard against seduction, and
how to seduce. Candy could learn like I did if John would just let her go out
on dates.
That's when I made the decision to move from John's position to support
Candy's. I wanted her to start dating, and I didn't care if she got pregnant.
Actually, picturing Candy eight or nine months pregnant, spreading her legs for
a twat shave, was not a bad picture. I would not mind having a baby around the
house, and she could leave the infant with us to raise if she decided to. The
idea grew stronger and stronger. I saw nothing but positives coming from
getting Candy together with virile young boys.
There were a string of them asking her out; most were juniors and seniors,
veterans of the art. They were hard-bodied young studs with stiff cocks, dying
to fuck our Candy, dying to squirt their sperm into her unprotected womb. All
any one of them needed was a few minutes alone with her.
I said, "John, I've been thinking. I dated at fifteen. Why not let Candy go
out on dates?"
John turned a surprised face on me. Tammy sat up fast, hurting his cock.
"Sorry, Dad. Really, Mom? Can I, Dad?"
"No, absolutely not. Pam, why did you bring this up in front of Candy? If you
had a change of heart, we need to discuss it in private."
"Why not discuss this with her here. She should be in on this discussion. I
think she has a right to date."
Candy said, "I do. All the other girls are dating. They call me a baby."
"No! Pam, you're making me the bad guy, and I don't like it. You know very
well why I won't permit it. We discussed this. You agreed. Why, all of a
sudden, has anything changed?"
Candy turned from me to him and back, grinding her ass on John's cock as we
volleyed. She saw his grimace and said, "Oh, sorry, Dad. That hurt your
thing, huh?"
John looked to me and said, "See. My thing. You think she's ready to go on a
date with a boy who has a thing."
"Would you have preferred she said, cock?" Candy blushed. "She knows what
your thing is called, John. She was just talking nice."
Candy said, "Mom's right, Dad. I know all the words they call it. I just said
thing because I can't say bad words."
He said, "You can say penis."
I said, "The point is, she didn't say thing because she didn't know what it's
called or what it's for. Candy, you do know what a penis is for, don't you?"
Candy blushed and nodded. She said, "We studied that in school. Everybody
knows what they're for besides going to the bathroom."
"There, John. She's not a child anymore, and we can't force her to remain one.
She is sexually mature, and she has to learn how to manage her sexually mature
body. It is her body, after all."
"That's right, Daddy. It is my body."
"I know it's your body, and I know what these boys would like to do with it.
That's why you're not going on a date until you're sixteen, and maybe not then.
If I think you're mature enough at sixteen, we'll see. You are not dating.
This discussion is closed."
The discussion closed for the moment, but when I got John in the bedroom, I
re-opened it. I pushed hard. I was as adamant as he was. We ended the
discussion with a compromise. She'd date, but I had to chaperon. I wasn't
crazy about the idea, but it was a start, a foot in the door.
Candy was elated, and only slightly put out that I was going along. Her first
date was a cute kid, a junior who played drums in the school band. As we drove
to his house to pick him up, I told Candy I didn't like playing the role of
chaperon, and I wanted her to pretend I wasn't there. I asked her not to speak
to me, to pretend I was invisible, a ghost.
When Barry got in and sat between us, I could see he was uncomfortable with me
being there. He didn't know where to put his hands and sat stiffly, trying to
keep his legs from touching mine or Candy's. I patted his thigh and said,
"Hey, relax. I won't bite." He relaxed a bit.
I gave him the same speech I gave Candy, and he relaxed a bit more. I could
see he was still confused. He needed more relaxing, so I let my hand rest on
his thigh as I drove and offered more of an explanation.
I said, "I fought hard for Candy to have the right to date. You two should be
alone so you can get better acquainted. I really do wish you'd pretend I
wasn't here. I know what goes on with teen dates. I was a teenager myself
once. I won't say a thing, no matter what happens on this date." I squeezed
his leg, trying to pass emphasis on the what.
He looked to me as if to say, "Lady, your what and my what are two totally
different whats. I want what your daughter has between her legs. I want to
shove my cock so far up her twat, it will come out her mouth. That's the what
I want. I don't know what what you're thinking of, but rub my leg a little
higher. That feels good."
I know, that's a lot to convey with a look, but that's what I picked up. I
slid my hand higher, squeezed harder, and said, "Do whatever you would do if
you were alone with Candy. I will understand completely, and I will honor my
pledge to you, that nothing you two decide to do will ever be brought up by
me." I slid my hand higher, right to the top, squeezed firmly, and repeated,
"No matter what."
This time, his look said, "Lady, you're freaking me out. What fucking planet
are you from? Do you get your jollies watching kids fuck, or what?"
I didn't want Candy to see, so I opened my hand and used my fingers to press
unmistakably against his scrotum several times. To him, my subtle signal was a
clear as if I'd cupped his crotch and squeezed. He put his arm around Candy
and drew her close, looking to me all the while. I smiled and said, "Just tell
me where you'd drive the car, and I'll drive it there, otherwise, I'm not
here."
"I'd drive out to the lake, down old Stempson Road. There's a quiet spot I
know there. It's a great place for teenagers to get acquainted."
I set off for the lake in the early evening twilight. Though the sun was down,
we had plenty of light left. I could see the red full moon cresting the
horizon, and knew we'd be in for a treat at the lake. I kept an eye on them
all the way out. He turned to Candy and said, "You're looking good, babe, damn
good."
"Thanks. This dress is kinda old, but it's my favorite."
"I can see why. You look so much older, so lady-like."
"Really. It's not too short, is it?"
Barry toyed with the hem of her skirt, then glanced over to see how I took that
move. I'm not sure he caught my wink, but his head turned back and his hand
moved the skirt up her thighs by several inches, saying, "Too short? This
wouldn't be too short for me, or this, or this, not even this. You have the
sexiest legs in school."
"Wow, Barry. Nobody wears them that short. Barry, don't. My Mom."
I expected this, and said, "There's no Moms in this car."
Barry said, "Relax, Candy. I just want to look at your beautiful legs."
"Barry! You're showing my panties."
"So. You wear less in your bikini. I've seen you in it. You're a knockout."
"Do you really like it. It's kind of daring, don't you think? I get a lot of
dirty looks from old ladies when I walk to and from the pool."
Barry folded Candy's skirt into her lap and pulled her legs onto his. This
turned Candy so that her back was against the door. Her legs rested on Barry's
lap, and her high heels were touching my thigh. Barry was working fast. He
took me at my word, but kept glancing over to confirm my silence as his hands
roamed her legs.
Each time he advanced toward her crotch, he'd check on me again. We weren't
halfway to his makeout spot, and he was going for first base. His flattery was
working. Candy ate up every word. His hands were sliding up and down her inner
thighs, almost, but not quite, touching her panties. Candy watched his hands
and would glance to me when his fingers neared the apex of her legs.
Candy watched in silence until he did touch her panties. Her hands came down
with the skirt to gently block another pantie strike, covering her panties with
her skirt, saying, "Barry, I don't think you should rub my legs that high up."
"But, they're so soft and lovely. I want to touch every square micron of your
gorgeous legs." Barry pushed the skirt back up to her middle.
"We're not really alone. It's just pretend." She pulled the skirt down.
I said, "There are only two people in this car."
Barry placed the skirt high in her lap, baring her skin above her panties.
Candy left the skirt up, but continued to block with her hands. Barry said,
"Come on, Candy. No one will ever know. It's just you and me, alone. God, you
are so beautiful, so soft, so damned sexy. I wish you were naked."
"Barry! Forget it. I'm not taking all my clothes off just so you can see me
naked. Besides, if you've seen me in my bikini, you've almost seen me naked."
"Yes, but the best parts were covered up."
"I thought my legs were my best part?"
"I just said they were the sexiest legs in our school. I know you have better
parts than that, much better."
"You do not. You're guessing, unless you're a peeping tom."
"I'm not guessing; I know. Why do you think we all fight to get behind you
when you go up the high dive?"
"Why do you?"
"Because we can look up and see your shaved cunt lips chewing on that little
string that passes between your legs, that's why. Hell, Candy, everybody at the
pool has seen your pussy. Sometimes the string gets pushed to one side or the
other after you jump and it's all out in the open, clit and all. Half the
time, you climb out of the pool with that pussy patch up on your belly button,
and both tits hanging in the breeze. I've seen you totally naked lots of
times."
"No you haven't. Mom, he's lying."
"Yeah, then how come I know you shave your cunt?" She didn't have an answer
for that. "How come I know your nipples are as big as silver dollars with tips
like pencil erasers?" He had her there, too. "Besides, I can tell what a girl
has between her legs by looking at the way she walks. I watch you walk a lot."
"You can't tell by watching a girl walk."
"I can. I'll bet you anything that if you get naked in front of twenty guys,
they'll all say your pussy is your finest feature."
"Barry! My mother is right here. I wish you'd stop talking like that and
using those nasty words. I'm not going to do anything with my mom in the car,
so forget it. Besides, if you've already seen me naked, you know what
everything looks like."
I said, "There's no mother in this car. And Barry is right. It is your best
feature."
"Mom!"
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I'm not here. Forget I said
anything."
Barry said, "Come on, Candy. Show me your pussy. Don't hide your best part
from me. That would be cruel. Come on. Lift your ass up."
Barry had his hands on her panty waist band and pulled them down to Candy's
mound. Candy squeezed her legs together, halting their progress, but Barry
moved his right hand to the front and pulled out to look at the top of her
pussy. Cindy squirmed and tried to pull up on the panties, saying, "Barry,
don't. You're embarrassing me. Don't look at me there."
"God, your shaved pussy is beautiful up close. I've never seen a more
beautiful pussy, ever."
Barry began working his hands around the rolled panty material, pulling down as
he went. Candy made it look like she was pulling against him, but she lost
steady ground. Without her lifting her ass, he managed to work the panties
down to her knees. I took them from there, which surprised Barry and shocked
Candy. Both were staring at me after I worked the panties free of her feet.
I felt so stupid. I shouldn't have done that. They were both staring at me.
I said, "Well, they were obviously coming off. If I weren't here, they'd
probably have come off sooner. I was just trying to compensate for being in
the way. I told you, I've been through this. I know what goes on between a
boy and a girl on a date, and I don't want to interfere with that process."
Candy said, "Great, but you don't have to help him. If you help anyone,
shouldn't it be me?"
We came to the end of the dirt road, which opened onto the lake. There were no
other cars. The full moon was up and shining brightly through the windshield,
illuminating us from our chest to our knees.
Barry was pushing Candy's legs apart thanks to my having removed the panties
for him. Her right leg flopped onto the floor. He took her left and placed it
on the top of the seat behind him. She presented him a full open beaver, and
Barry was having a ball, pulling, pinching, twisting, and fingering her cunt.
I said, "Honey, I wasn't thinking about helping anyone. I wasn't thinking
period, I guess."
"No kidding. At least if I had my panties on my feet, he couldn't get my legs
apart like this. Thanks to you, he can do whatever he wants. Are you going to
help him get my dress off too?"
I could tell she wanted to put the blame on me, and I was all too willing to
accept the blame if that made things easier for her. I said, "I'm sorry, Candy.
You're right; offering up your vagina should have been your decision. I really
will stay out of this from now on. I swear. I'm not here."
Candy said to Barry, "I'm not getting naked, Barry. Don't even try. Be
satisfied with what my mom gave you."
Barry had two fingers fucking her cunt when he said, "Every girl gets naked on
a date, Candy. It's customary to show a guy what you have to offer. If the
guy likes what he sees, he shows what he has. If they both like what they see,
feel, touch, taste and smell, they get it on. If they really hit it off, they
go steady, then get engaged, then get married. Isn't that right, Mrs.
Benning?"
"I am not here. I mean that."
"Come on, Candy. Get naked."
"Why? I've got nothing to offer...not here, anyway."
"Okay, so it's not an offer. Take off your clothes because I really, really
crave to see all of you again. Candy, I think you have the sexiest body in the
world. I dream about it. I think about it every waking minute. It's all I
ever think about. I've had gallons of water drip in my face while looking up
at your cunt. Don't leave me hanging with half a dream. I deserve to see it
all up close."
"You're not going to stop, are you?"
"No, never. I can't stop. I've gone too far to stop. If I can't stop with
your mother right here beside me, when could I ever?"
"Baby Bambi" Part two of three
"See what you started, Mom."
"I know. I'm so sorry, but Barry's right. You can't leave him hanging like
this. Two wrongs don't make a right."
"Well, I guess I better take my clothes off then."
Barry said, "Sit up. I'll help."
Candy's dress slipped over her head, leaving her in her bra. Barry removed the
bra and even removed her high heels. "Damn, this is one fine pussy. I like
the shave. It's so smooth and you can see everything."
"Don't you like my breasts?"
"Everybody agrees that your tits are the best in the state. These are great
titties."
Barry played with her tits, then went back to her cunt. He fingered her hole.
I'd been watching his bulge grow from the time I pressed my fingers to his
balls. Barry had an impressive lump, but I was dying to see his naked cock.
He went right for the belt and had his turgid manhood out in full, pulsing,
glory before our eyes.
God damn that was a gorgeous cock. He had at least eight inches to offer, and
that was slightly better than I was not getting. I wanted that cock for
myself, but I remembered why we were there. He needed to seduce Candy without
my help. I had interfered enough as it was.
Barry removed all of his clothes, then sat between us, displaying his cock
proudly. When I didn't comment on it or reach out and fondle it, Barry looked
disappointed. I think he had hopes of a mother/daughter bang. I did, too, but
I caught myself in time. Barry turned his attentions back to Candy, who was
sitting up with her legs folded under her, watching him stroke his cock. Barry
said, "Well, do you like my cock?"
"I guess. I've never seen one...a real one. I've seen baby ones, but they
don't count. It sure is big."
"Here, put your hand on it. No, wrap your fingers around it. Yeah, like that.
Now pump. Yeah, that's it."
"The skin slides."
"That makes fucking easier. See that stuff leaking out. That's not piss,
that's precum. Feel it. It's super slippery."
"You're right. It's like sewing machine oil."
"That will help lubricate your pussy when we fuck."
"You seem to think we're going to go all the way. I only agreed to get naked."
Barry pulled her close and gave her a passionate kiss. Candy's hand kept
pumping his cock. She was melting in his mouth, but her hand wasn't about to
release that prize. Barry had one hand working her pussy and another on her
tits. Candy was a goner in seconds and allowed herself to be moved so that he
stood on the floorboard hovering over her with her legs wide.
He moved her to the center of the seat, beside me. I'm sure he did this for my
benefit, because I only had to look down to see the penetration. The trouble
was, he blocked the moonlight. I wasn't about to miss this, so I flipped on
the interior light, and there was that glorious pussy, open to receive that
magnificent cock.
He pulled her ass to the edge of the seat and pressed her knees out flat. Her
left knee was actually pinned between my lap and the steering wheel. He
positioned her in perfect position for a fuck, all the while, maintaining that
kiss. He was good. She broke the kiss when he took his cock and forced it
down to aim at her hole.
She removed her hand from his cock and used both hands to push against his hip
bones. She struggled to get up, but I applied slight upward pressure to keep
her leg trapped under the wheel. Barry used his free hand to press her right
knee down. She was pinned like a bug.
She said, "Barry, no!" Barry pushed forward. "Barry, don't. I'm not ready for
that." His cockhead pressed to her hole. "I mean it, Barry. Don't push any
more." The head squeezed in. "Barry, just be satisfied with the head inside.
I don't want to go all the way." Barry kept pumping and the cock inched its
way in by fractions until he encountered her hymen.
"Ouch, that hurts. Barry, you're hurting me. Barry. Mom, make him stop.
Mom! Mother! Uggggh! Ow, ugh...oh, oh...oh...Oh Barry." They were fucking,
or do you need a real picture?
Barry screwed her like that until all signs of resistance were gone, then
placed her in a variety of positions, all designed to show off to me. He sat
beside me and had her mount him facing forwards, then backwards. He screwed
her doggie style while she hung out my window. That was bizarre, watching my
daughter getting fucked right in my face. It was right in my face, too. Her
ass kept bumping my chin and his hip bone hit behind my ear. That was my fault,
though. I shouldn't have tried to look so closely.
Barry had Candy roll to her back, hanging out the window so he could offer me
the front view. I had to help support her because the window frame dug into
her back. So there I was, literally holding her up for the fucking. The view
was worth it, especially when he placed her right leg around my head. I could
have pursed my lips and they would have rode along on the shaft of his dick as
it sawed in and out of Candy's twat. That's up close and personal, friends. I
couldn't resist giving his cock a lick or two-hundred. I licked his dick
whenever I knew Candy wasn't looking. The aroma and taste of fuck filled my
brain.
For the finale, Barry laid Candy's head in my lap and laid her body out on the
front seat, then began screwing my daughter in earnest. I thought placing her
head in my lap was a nice touch. I stroked her face while he pounded her cunt.
Occasionally, she'd look up at me with those far away eyes. "Oh God, fuck me,
Barry. Fuck my pussy. Oh, Mommy, he's fucking me."
"I can see that; but on the other hand, I don't see a thing. I'm not here."
"Oh yes you are, and you're watching a guy fuck me. He's fucking me so good,
Mommy. Can I say fuck when I'm getting fucked?"
"Yes, dear."
"Fuck me harder, Barry. Oh God! Mom...I was easy, wasn't I?"
"Well...yes, you were."
"I'm such a slut, aren't I?"
I knew it would come back to haunt me, but it was clear she wanted to hear me
say it. I said, "Any girl that spreads her legs as quickly as you did and goes
all the way on the first date is a slut in my book."
"Yes, I am a slut. Fuck me, Barry. I'm a slut. Oh Yessssss! Ohhh! Ahhhh!
Ahhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh JESUS!"
My first fuck wasn't nearly so good. I didn't even cum. Candy came again
shortly after this, and again when Barry pumped her womb full of potent sperm.
They dressed on the ride back. We dropped Barry off. Before he got out, he
asked Candy to go steady. That kid knew a good thing when he saw it. He had a
foxy girl with a sexy mom that picks up and delivers.
I told him that John would not permit Candy to go steady. She could go on
chaperoned dates, but not with one guy only. He said no such thing, but Candy
needed to sample more seduction techniques. She was ready to jump at his
offer. As we left, she said, "You're not going to tell Daddy what a slut I
was, are you."
"Of course not. He'll never hear any of this. Besides, you're not a slut, you
just lost control."
"I was easy. You said so yourself."
"You were, but that's because you're new to this, and Barry was very
experienced. If you don't want to be easy, think about what he did to make you
cooperate. Next time, you'll be on guard."
"I know why I was easy this time."
"You do? Why?"
"Because you took my panties off for him."
"So it's my fault."
"I didn't mean that. I took it to mean that it was okay by you, that you
approved what he was doing to me."
"You read into it, then. I wasn't thinking along those lines. The panties were
coming off. I could see that. It just seemed the thing to do. I took my
panties off on my first date, too. I figure just about every girl goes that
far."
"I suppose they do. Did you go all the way like I did?"
"No. I stopped at panties. I think I went all the way on my fourth or fifth
date."
"God, I was easy."
"Yes, you were, but that doesn't make you a slut."
"You thought it did a while ago."
"I just said what you wanted to hear."
"You're pretty smart, Mom. I did want to hear you say it. I don't know why.
It's crazy, huh? I had a climax right after. Did you notice?"
I burst out laughing, then calmed and said, "Yes, we both noticed. You were as
subtle as a monkey staked on an ant hill. You came three times by my count."
"Right on. Three good ones. Mom...I like sex."
"So welcome to the human race."
"I'm glad Dad won't let me go steady. I almost said yes. There's lots better
guys than Barry. He'll blab all over, but no one will believe him. They all
know you went with us. I kinda hope they do believe. Maybe they'll stop
calling me baby. I thought that bikini would stop it, but it made things worse.
You know what they call me, now? Baby Bambi."
"I like it. The name suits you."
"Bambi is a whore, Mom. She does it with every guy she sees, and she even did
it with a dog at a party. I saw the pictures. Do you still think it suits
me?"
She struck a nerve with me. Dogs litter my fantasies, even some I've had with
Candy. I have a mental image of a big black lab mounting Candy as she walks to
the pool in her bikini. That ridiculous excuse for a bathing suit would not
stop a determined dog, and the picture always makes me cum. I said, "After
what I saw tonight, it still might suit you. Candy, did those pictures
actually show the dog's penis entering the girl's vagina?"
"Yes, and from close-up. They focused on that, especially. The dog came in
her vagina, too. There was a great picture of his penis slipping out and all
this creamy stuff flowing out around the tip. It sure was messy."
"God, I'd love to see those pictures."
"Gosh, Mom, I thought you'd be shocked. I hope you're not going to start
calling me Baby Bambi, too."
"I won't in public, but I think it's kind of cute. You don't mind if I call
you that in private, do you?"
"Well, not really. Just don't let Daddy hear you. Everybody in town has heard
stories about Bambi."
"Tell me more about the pictures."
"Oh, yeah. They did show his penis just before it went into her her vagina.
You could tell it was before, because her vagina wasn't messy."
"You don't need to use nice words with me, Baby Bambi. I've watched you fuck,
remember."
"Boy, that's weird hearing you calling me Baby Bambi. It's kind of like when
you called me a slut. It makes goose bumps on me. I like it."
"All right, Baby Bambi, tell me about those pictures. I'll drive around for a
while. We're getting home kind of early, anyway. Hey, we could drive back out
to the lake. It was beautiful there, though I doubt you noticed."
"That would be weird going parking with my mother. That's where everybody
goes. The place was empty because it was still very early. I doubt it will be
empty now."
"Maybe not. We did pass two cars on the way out. Still, our side windows are
tinted, and who says a mother can't drive out to the lake to talk with her
daughter."
"Well, I suppose we could. Don't be surprised if the cops check us out. They
do that a lot. They get their jollies surprising kids while they're screwing.
They don't do anything except shine their lights all over them and make
everybody get out of the car. I know three girls that had to stand in their
headlights totally naked while the cops checked ID's'. If the girl is under
sixteen, they take her home to her folks wearing only a blanket. They did that
to Christa Stewart and Penny Fields. They made Penny strip naked in front of a
bunch of kids. She was just necking with a guy."
"I wish you'd told me about that when Barry suggested we go to the lake. Can
you imagine if they'd driven up when you were hanging out the window, or shined
a flashlight in while Barry was fucking your pussy with your head in my lap?
You're under sixteen, you know, Baby Bambi."
"I can't believe how neat it is hearing you call me Baby Bambi and using words
like fuck and pussy."
"I'm glad; now answer my question."
"I thought it was too early to worry about cops. They won't waste a trip out
to the lake when there's a good chance no cars will be there. Besides, I could
see if any cars were coming, and I had my Mom with me. They wouldn't take me
from you and deliver me to Dad."
"They might after they put me in jail, Baby Bambi."
"You don't have to worry about that. The lake is out of their jurisdiction.
They can't arrest anyone. I heard they caught a man screwing a ten-year-old,
his own daughter. They beat him up, and took the girl home, but they couldn't
arrest him. That's what I heard, anyway. Yeah, let's do go out to the lake.
I like talking to you this way."
"I don't want to go out there, now."
"Mom, we're just going to be talking. It's not like we're going to get naked
and play with each other. Boy, wouldn't that be something if they shined their
lights in a car and saw a mother and daughter doing what lezzies do."
"Just what do lezzies do, Baby Bambi?"
"You know. They lick each others pussies. Didn't you know that?"
"I knew it, but I didn't think you did. Baby Bambi is a good name for you.
I'm sure Big Bambi licks pussies, doesn't she?"
"Yes, she does, and I've seen those pictures too. After seeing those, I'd let
her lick my pussy. Mom...did you ever let a lezzie lick your pussy?"
"No, but I sure wish I had one right now."
"Do you mean it? Would you really let a girl do that?"
"In a heart beat; wouldn't you?"
"I did."
I almost swerved off the road. When I got steady, I looked to her smiling face
and said, "You did? Who, when, where, and how? Details, Baby Bambi, I want
details."
"Wow, this really turns you on, doesn't it?"
"After watching you get your cute little pussy fucked, and after hearing about
a dog fucking your namesake, and after all this talk about licking pussy, my
pussy would have to be dead and buried not to respond. I'll go to the lake,
now tell me."
"Do you think my pussy is cute?"
"Baby Bambi, don't change the subject. And, yes, I think your pussy is cute.
You have an adorable pussy. I love shaving it, and I'd probably lick it in a
heart beat. Now out with it!"
"Are you serious? You'd actually lick my pussy?"
"Baby Bambi, you're avoiding the topic."
"I want to know. Tell me the truth, then I'll tell you all you want to hear.
It's good, too, really juicy, and you know the girl who did it. You even know
her Mother, and her mother put her up to it."
"Oh, Jesus! You better not be making this up. It's Judy and Pat Shriver,
isn't it?"
"No way, that dog. I wouldn't let her sniff my pussy."
"Karen and June Winslow?"
"Come on, Mom, the holy rollers? I can't believe you didn't guess right off."
"Not Sarah and Gwen."
"Bingo!"
"Candy, no! Not my best friend. Not with Gwen, she's only six."
"So, she has a tongue, and so does Sarah, a nice long, warm, silky-soft
tongue."
"Are you serious? I swear, if you're making this up, I'll turn this car around
and tell your father what a slut you are."
Candy laughed, then said, "Go ahead, but it's true. I'll swear on a bible.
Don't you want to hear all about it? All you have to do is tell me the truth,
the honest truth, not just something you think I want to hear."
"I swear, Baby Bambi, I'll lick your pussy for you anytime you want it licked.
I'll lick it right now with all that cum in it. I'll lick it while you're
taking a piss. I'll even lick it when it's on the rag."
"Oh God! Not while I'm pissing, not while I'm having my period! I don't
believe you. You're just saying that to hear about Sarah and Gwen. No way
would you lick my pussy right now, not with all this sperm oozing out of it.
It's a gooey mess."
We were in the country, on the lake road. I swerved to the shoulder and braked
fast. I threw Candy back on the seat and pried her legs apart, thankful that
Barry took her panties as a souvenir. Candy was giggling, straining to look
between her legs as my head pressed to her wet beaver and my tongue shot far up
her sloppy hole.
She cried out, "Oh, Mom! Oh, Mom! Oh, you shouldn't stick your tongue up my
pussy hole, not after a guy came in there. Oh, shit! You're eating his cum,
aren't you? Oh, God, Mom, that is so gross!" Candy made a wider spread,
heaving up her loins in lewd offering, saying, "Here, is that better? Do you
like getting your tongue way inside? Shit, you suck my pussy better that Sarah
and Gwen put together. Yeah, clean up the mess so Daddy won't see sperm in my
pussy and find out what a bad job of chaperoning you did."
Candy was grinding her cunt on my sucking mouth. She even humped my nose after
lifting her pelvis and capturing my nose in her hole. I nose-fucked her while
licking her asshole. I have never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't
get enough of my face in her crotch, and she couldn't get enough of her crotch
in my face. She wiped her cunt all over my face, and I licked everything that
crossed my mouth.
I was on my knees and elbows with one hand in my panties, frigging my cunt to
beat the band. I tore the crotch out of my panties. The ripping material
alerted Candy to my frigging. She said, "Are you finger-fucking your pussy,
Mom?"
"Yes, Baby Bambi!"
"I wish I could see that."
"I looked up, saw no cars coming, then reversed myself over her after pulling
her down the seat. I resumed my cunt sucking and frigged my cunt, right over
her face. She pushed my dress up over my ass and up to my tits. I didn't
think a passing car could see my naked ass, so I didn't worry. I was too gone,
anyway. Candy's fingers joined mine. I had fifteen digits in my hot box. She
said, "If Daddy checks my pussy, and finds out my cherry is busted, I'm not
taking all the blame. You were supposed to chaperone me."
I lifted up to say, "He won't check, but if he does, tell him the truth."
"He's checked before."
"What? Are you telling the truth?"
"Yes, he has checked me ten or twelve times since my birthday. That's more than
once a week."
My mind raced. "How does he check?"
"How do you think? By putting his thumb way up my pussy hole."
It was true. John is the only guy I ever knew who uses his thumb more than his
fingers. Shit, if he was doing that, I had nothing to worry about. She said,
"I'm telling him you pulled my panties off, and I asked you to stop him, begged
you to stop him, but you wouldn't. You even held my legs apart so he could
fuck me. That's the truth."
I was surprised that the slight pressure I exerted on her leg was even noticed,
much less twisted to my holding her legs apart. What the hell. I was feeling
generous. I said, "That is the truth, so tell him that if he checks."
"I hope he checks tonight. I like it when he checks. He checks my pussy real
good for a long time. He always makes me cum. Oh God, you're gonna make me
cum, too. Oh yes! Suck my clitty, Mom! Suck it hard!"
Candy made me cum too. We came so hard, we didn't notice the beam of light
shining in through the corner of the windshield on the driver's side. I did
hear, "Bart, get a look at this."
I sprang off Candy. We both struggled to sitting positions, yanking our
clothes in place. A tap at my window froze my heart, and the words, "Police!
Step out of the vehicle, now!" That got my heart pumping, and pumping good. I
wanted to die. I looked to Candy. She looked to me. "Get out now, or I'm
busting the fucking window."
I opened the door. My only consolation was that we were outside the city
limits. They had no right to be ordering me around, and could not arrest me,
but in our small town, pissing off the police was not a good idea. I decided
to be very friendly. They were men, and we were female. I saw no other
options other than to use the female parts of us to appeal to the male parts of
them. They led me and Candy to the rear of our car. One officer left to turn
on every light on the squad car, even the flashing blue strobes.
The lights blinded us for a few seconds, but then we faced two smiling police
officers, eyeing us up and down. My face was shining wet with Candy's cunt
juices. The sergeant wiped a thumb across my chin, sniffed it, and said, "So,
a cunt lapper, huh? You like them young." Turning to Candy, he said, "How old
are you, sweetheart?"
He examined her dry face as she said, "Fifteen, Sir."
"What's the matter, don't you like sucking pussy?" Candy blushed, but remained
silent. "You two look alike. You're not related, are you?"
"She's my daughter. Look, she lost her cherry tonight. We were talking about
it. We were talking about dirty sex and how much fun nasty things are. One
thing led to another. She dared me to lick her pussy. What can I say? The
kid has a gorgeous pussy, full of sperm, and I love sperm. I'm a woman who
likes sex, the dirtier the better. Look at her pussy and tell me you wouldn't
have done the same thing if you were her mother."
The other officer lifted Candy and set her on the trunk of my car. He peeled
back her skirt and drew her legs wide. "Holy, shit, Pete. Look at the snatch
on this kid."
Sergeant Pete looked and felt, fingering her hole. Both officers tested her
hole. I came up and opened her top to expose her breasts, saying, "And look at
these titties. How can anybody resist a package like this? She's been long
overdue for a fucking. I'm sure you two know Bambi. They call her Baby
Bambi."
Bart said, "So you're the mother of Baby Bambi. We've heard of Baby Bambi,
too." He addressed Pete, saying, "This is the little bitch I told you about
who struts her shit down Pecan Street ten times a day. My son calls her Baby
Bambi. She likes showing her cunt on the ladder at the pool."
"Yeah, I remember. Look, Lady Bambi, I don't suppose you'd mind standing
lookout while we take Baby Bambi in the back seat of the squad car, would you?"
"No, please do. It'll just mean more sperm for me."
The two officers took turns screwing my daughter while I watched the road and
tapped the hood whenever a car approached. One watched from the front seat
while the other screwed. They each came twice, and each sampled all three of
her holes: mouth, ass, and pussy. When they were done, they placed her back on
my trunk to watch me clean her. Candy thoroughly enjoyed my cleaning, but they
hurt her pretty badly when they screwed her asshole. Her pussy was sore and
raw as well. John wouldn't need to stick a thumb up her twat. One look said,
"This bitch has been screwed in both holes by men with big dicks."
By the time they released us, the time was after eleven. I had promised John
to be back by eleven. We hurried home. Candy was too busy trying to re-apply
makeup and make herself presentable to tell her Sarah and Gwen story. I was
too shook to appreciate it, and a pussy sucking story was the last thing I
wanted to hear. I sucked enough pussy to last me for some time.
Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed sucking Candy's pussy, even after the officers
finished with it. The trouble was, they couldn't get enough of watching me
lick my daughter. I must have licked and sucked her cunt for over an hour, and
my jaws ached. My tongue felt swelled up, and I had a difficult time
swallowing and talking.
When we walked in, John met us just inside the doorway. "Where the hell were
you? You're forty-five minutes late."
"I know, John, but we took a drive out to the lake. The moon was full. We
lost track of time. There was no phone, so I rushed home."
"You took them to the lake? Are you nuts, Pam? You took those kids parking."
"Relax, John, I sat in the car with them the whole time. I never took my eyes
off them for a second. Barry behaved like a boy should, and you'd be proud of
our little girl. We spent most of that time with two city police officers who
were out checking on kids who had no chaperone. They gave Candy a tour of
their squad car, and they praised the job I did looking out for her the way I
was."
Candy was about to lose it, so I figured I'd better stop before she fell to the
floor and burst out laughing. As it was, she strained to hold her laughter in.
John said, "What's with her?"
"She's just giddy and tired. You run along to bed, Candy. Take a shower
first."
Candy ran to the bathroom, but her run looked awfully odd. John's eyes followed
her. She ran bowlegged and stiff, as though she'd been gang banged in both
holes. John said, "Why do I get the feeling that this wasn't as innocent as
you made it sound?"
"I don't know, John. What do you think happened? Do you think I pulled her
panties off for Barry? Do you think I stood watch while the officers took
turns screwing her in the squad car? Do you think we're late because I was out
there licking her pussy to get the sperm out so she wouldn't get pregnant?"
"Shit, Pam, what would make you say such a thing? It just looks like you two
are sharing a secret, something funny. It also looks like you picked up
something out there--a rash or something. Hold still."
John took me by the chin and looked close, turning my head from side to side.
He was close enough to smell pussy on my breath or on my skin. I had nothing
to wash with. I was busted, and I knew it. He released my chin abruptly, then
stormed off in search of Candy. I went to the kitchen and poured myself a
stiff shot of straight bourbon. I downed that shot, and poured another. I
wished I hadn't been so cute, because now he knew everything. He looked like a
ghost when he entered the kitchen.
"You...you..."
"Yes, me, me. Whatever she told you, I'm sure it's true." I downed that shot,
and filled the shot glass again.
"You watched them screw my daughter. You took her god damn panties off for the
kid and held her legs apart. Pam, what the fuck got into you?"
"Nothing, and that's the god damn problem. Nothing's been getting into me
lately. I'm fucking horny, and ever since she started wearing that damned
bikini, I've had to shave her twat every other day. Do you know what it's like
to look between that girls legs on a regular basis? Of course you do. You
check her hymen almost as regularly. You check the fuck out of it, mister big
thumb, Mister bury-my-dick-in-my-daughter's-ass-cheeks, Mister
Jack-off-in-bed-next-to-my-wife-who-is-horny-as-hell-from- watching." I downed
the shot, then slammed down the glass.
John plopped down in a nearby seat. I walked over, ruffled his hair, and said,
"I'm going to fuck myself. You can watch, or you can do it for me. If you
want, go fuck Baby Bambi. Yes, she likes being called Baby Bambi. She aspires
to greatness. She got off to a good start. I saw to that. Don't use a
rubber. I want her baby."
John climbed in the bed at three in the morning. My head was still buzzing.
We faced each other on our sides. I looked past him to check the clock, then
said, "How was she?"
"I didn't use a rubber."
I smiled, reached for his wet cock, and gave it a gentle squeeze. "This poor
thing got quite a workout. I can usually get some response. Her little cunt
sucked it dry. She didn't leave me one sperm cell."
"I fucked her four times, Pam."
"In three hours? Isn't that a personal record?"
"It might be. You're not angry?"
"Why should I be angry. I asked you to make me a baby; that's how babies are
made."
"Why didn't you ask me to make one in you?"
"What, and go through that shit again. No thanks. I just want a baby; I don't
want to have a baby. Don't look so smug. I don't care who fathers the kid. I
hope it's you, but why depend on one when there are so many willing sperm
donors out there."
"You want her to be Baby Bambi, don't you?"
"She is Baby Bambi. She's been Baby Bambi. We had nothing to do with that; we
just speeded things up. I want to get a dog, John, a male black lab. An adult
male lab."
"That's sick, you know that."
"I know, but Baby Bambi's mother wants one. What Baby Bambi's mother wants,
Baby Bambi's mother gets, or Baby Bambi's daddy won't get no more Baby Bambi
pussy."
"Is this dog for you or for Candy?"
"Me, but I'm willing to share."
"Fine, we'll get you a dog. You want something besides a dog and a baby. What
is it?"
"I want out of my vow of fidelity. I have no one in mind; I just want the
right."
"What about me?"
"You have Baby Bambi. Your vow holds with that one exception. When she leaves
the nest, we'll renegotiate."
"Fair enough." We rolled apart and went to sleep.
"Baby Bambi" Part three of three
John had to work the next day, so I awoke in an empty bed. For a moment, I
thought I'd been dreaming, but the soreness in my jaw told me otherwise. My
pussy gradually awakened after I awoke. Images from the night before flashed in
my mind and titillated my sleepy twat. The guilt and remorse I should have
felt did not materialize. I looked to the clock--ten A.M.. Sarah would be
stopping by for coffee. Saturday mornings were reserved for us to get together
and catch up our lives. I needed a shower.
The shower never felt better, and my hand-held water wand set on pulse never
felt better on my cunt. All through that delightful shower, I thought about
Sarah and Candy, wishing I'd at least gotten the gist of the story out of her.
All I knew was that Sarah got Candy to let Gwen lick her twat, and Sarah had
licked Candy's twat. I believed Candy, but I had a difficult time picturing
Sarah doing the things I tried to imagine. And her little Gwen, sucking a
pussy, was too much for my mind.
Sarah and I go back to grade school. We've been fast friends ever since. She
moved next door to us after she married. I was in the delivery room when Gwen
was born. I thought we had no secrets, but then, I never told her about my sex
problems with John, or my fantasies about Candy. She doesn't know I want to
have sex with a dog, so I had no right to be pissed about her secrets. Still,
seducing my own daughter, her goddaughter, seemed like a serious breach of
trust.
As I thought about things, I realized Candy changed suddenly right before her
fifteenth birthday. She started dressing in sexier clothes, using make-up, and
all she wanted for her birthday were sexy clothes: the bikini, the sexy
nightie, mini skirts, French-cut panties. The cock grinding, the shaves, all
happened about that time, as did her persistent whining about not being able to
date. Everything pointed suspiciously to Sarah. If she seduced Candy about
that time, that would explain the changes.
Part of me was angry, but another part was glad that Sarah opened the way to my
sexual fulfillment. I was suffering, but too timid to do anything about it.
Candy opened me up, put ideas in my head, got John horny again. Realizing that
you can't unfuck something, and after weighing the pros and cons, I decide to
simply go with the flow and bury my anger.
I do love Sarah. She's the dearest friend a person could have, and she is very
pretty. We are both petite women, but Sarah has that pixie look that makes her
cute. Mine is called full-bodied, sexy, voluptuous cute. She even has a
slight turned-up nose, and she wears her dark hair short. Even now, at
thirty-three, her body is tight, firm, and wrinkle free. She has delicate
features, even delicate feet. She's my little China doll, and I do love her
so.
I would have tried a bi-sexual relationship with her if she'd ever given the
slightest hint of interest. We still share clothes. We dress and undress in
front of each other. I know her body as well as my own. Hell, we practically
grew up in the same house. She was at my house more than I was. We massage
each other, did each others hair and nails. We wax each others legs. Shit,
we've plucked the wild hairs from each other's twats so they don't stick out of
our bathing suits. If either of us had ever wanted a shaved twat, we would
have thought nothing about asking the other to do the honors. Damnit, why, if
she wanted to suck or be sucked, didn't she come to me? There's that anger
again.
A knock on the bathroom door interrupted my toweling. "Pam, you in there?"
"Yes, Sarah. It's not locked. I'm just getting out of the shower." The door
opened. "Do my back, will you. Do it hard. Get the circulation going for me."
I turned my back to her and Sarah started right in, warming my skin, making my
skin tingle. "What's the matter? Did you tie one on last night?"
"Three straight shots of bourbon right before bed. Do my legs, too. That
feels so good."
Sarah did the backs, then turned me to face her. She was on her knees. I
planted my feet apart. My cunt was less than a foot from her face as she
wrapped my right leg and rubbed, going up and down my leg. She said, "What was
the occasion?"
Her towel-covered hand kept touching my cunt when she came up, sending
delicious waves of pleasure through me. Looking down on her in that position,
I could imagine her leaning in to press her mouth to my sex. The thought would
have never entered my mind the day before, nor would I have given any thought
to her not-so- accidental contacts with my pussy. I was beginning to see her
in a new light. I said, "Candy lost her cherry."
Her face looked up. "What! Are you for real? How?"
"How do you think? A stiff dick ripped it apart."
"Whose?"
"Some kid named Barry, a junior in her school."
"Did he rape her?"
"No, but he didn't ask her permission. He took her."
"Well, then, he raped her."
"No, I was right there beside them, holding her legs apart. It wasn't rape; it
was forced intercourse. I know the difference. Remember me? I hold the
world's record."
It is true. I've never cheated on John, but I've been raped twenty-eight times
in our sixteen-year-marriage, and that's not counting repeat offenders. All
told, counting my late teens, I think there might be over fifty. My own father
was the first when I turned sixteen. Half came back and two show up at least
twice a year or more.
I don't call them rapes, because none were violent. All, however, forced their
way on me. I've been slapped, and getting my clothes torn off is par for the
course. I fight hard each time, but I always end up humping back. I never
reported the first. After the fifth, I thought there was something about me
that drove them to it.
Sarah thought so too. She says I send a signal, a scent, like a bitch in heat.
It drives men crazy. They can't help themselves.
I believed her, but thought John must be immune to the scent I gave off. John
only knows of a few assaults, the ones I couldn't hide, the ones that wrecked
the bedroom or left bruises on me, bite marks on my inner thighs, that sort of
thing. If he knew how many there were, he might not buy the scent theory. I
keep quiet and take many showers.
Sarah said, "Pam, is this a joke?"
"No, it's no joke. John decided he'd let her date if I chaperoned. I didn't
want the job, so I promised the kids I'd be a ghost. I swore I wouldn't
interfere, or tell anyone what they did. That little fucker held me to my
word. All I could do was sit there and watch while he screwed the shit out of
her."
Sarah's rubbing was staying high, going from leg to leg, keeping my cunt
excited in the process. Her rubbing was not accidental. Sarah was turned on,
and she was trying to stimulate me as well. She said, "This is too much, Pam.
You set yourself up for that. You said you held her legs apart. How does a
ghost do that?"
"Actually, he pinned her left leg between my lap and the steering wheel. He
held the other one. That freed his hand to guide his cock into her wide open
pussy. There wasn't a damn thing she could do about it but watch his dick sink
deeper and deeper."
"Holy shit! And you watched?"
"How could I not? Anyway, the kid is a natural. She took to screwing like a
field mouse. She'll be impossible to stop now that she knows how good it
feels. I'm sure as hell not going to try. I'm not putting her on the pill,
either."
"For heaven's sake, why not?"
"Because, I'd like a baby."
"So, make one. Get off the pill. It's easy, or did you forget how?"
"I don't want to have one; I just want one."
"That's pretty kinky, Pam. It's like you're breeding her."
"What's wrong with that? She's my kid. If you can find a way to derive
pleasure from your kid, I say go for it."
"Pam, I've never heard you talk like this. You said pleasure like sexual
pleasure. That doesn't sound like you at all."
"I'm falling in love with that towel, Sarah."
"Oh, sorry. I guess my mind isn't on my work."
"No, don't stop now. You started it. The least you can do is finish."
"We have turned over a new leaf, haven't we? Here, is this better."
Sarah placed the towel over the edge of her hand and began sawing the soft
cotton through my cunt crack, applying the perfect upward pressure on my clit.
"Oh yes. Do that. Keep doing that."
"Do you want to stop talking until you get off?"
"No, let's talk. I want this to last, if you don't mind."
"It's fine by me. So, did you get off on this thing with Candy?"
"Yes. I shave her pussy every other day, Sarah. The little bitch is driving
me crazy. If you ever saw that spread, you'd want it too. She could turn you
into a cunt lapper, Sarah. I stay horny. Watching that cunt take a big cock
was the ultimate."
"I'll bet. Are you saying her pussy turns you on?"
"That's what I'm saying. Sarah...I sucked her cunt last night."
"Oh Jesus!" Sarah threw down the towel, grabbed my ass, and pulled her face
into my snatch. She got a lip-lock on my clit that sent electric shock waves
coursing through my body. I grabbed her head to steady myself and exploded in
orgasm, humping my cunt in her face. Sarah stayed with my wild gyrations, then
licked at my weeping cunt hole afterward. I placed one foot on the toilet to
give her better access to my hole, tilting up my pelvis and spreading the lips
with my fingers.
Sarah sucked me dry, licked my fingers, then looked up, saying, "I've been
wanting to do that for a long time."
"Yes, it would appear so. You're very good."
Sarah stood, drying her face, "Thanks. Now what?"
"Well, I'm not going to divorce my husband and marry you if that's what you're
thinking."
She laughed and said, "Shucks. No, I mean, is this a one time thing, or are we
expanding our relationship? I'm all for it if you are."
"I'm game. Is this your way of asking for equal time?"
"No, you don't need to do me unless you want to. I'd be happy if this was
one-sided."
"It might be. I'm not really into eating pussy. Candy is the exception."
"That's fine. If you couldn't tell, I love eating pussy."
"Let me introduce you to my daughter, then."
"We've met. You know, don't you?"
"Yes, and I'm pissed that you didn't confide in me."
"I'm sorry, Pam, but how do you tell your best friend that you're sucking her
daughter's cunt for her every chance you get?"
"I know. I'm not really pissed. I'm hurt. I thought we could share
anything."
"We can now. Relationships evolve that way. I'm sure there's still things you
can't share with John. Bill doesn't know I suck pussy. Our relationship goes
beyond our marriages. That's good."
"You're right. Sarah, I want to fuck a dog, and John is getting me one.
John's fucking Candy with my blessing, and I can fuck around now. I want Candy
to be the biggest whore in town. There, that's everything."
"All right. I guess it's my turn. You might want to sit down."
"Wait, if this is going to be lengthy and juicy, lets go into the bedroom. I'd
like to get comfortable."
When we entered my bedroom, I shut and locked the door, then climbed on the
bed. I placed the pillows behind my back and sat back with my legs wide. I
asked Sarah to get undressed and stand by the bed where I could watch her
playing with herself while I played with myself. When we were both in
position, I said, "Okay, out with it."
"I taught Gwen to suck pussy, and we suck each other."
"I knew that, but I love it. Oh yes! This is going to be great. More."
"I have fucked a dog, several."
"Oh, God, yes. I love it! You fucking bitch. More!"
"I've been fucking John for the past eight years, and I fuck guys whenever I
think I can get away with it."
I stopped suddenly and sat up. "What? You? John? That bastard. So you've
been keeping him satisfied. Fuck!" My head hit the pillow. "Is there more?"
"I screwed your father, Pam."
I shook my head to clear the webs. Everything she said stunned me. I didn't
know where to start. Finally, I said, "Are you still fucking John?"
"Well, yes. Last Thursday. I'm sorry. I can't help myself. If John wants
it, I can't refuse."
"Shit! He'll want it. When did you fuck my dad?"
"All through high school. Actually, it didn't stop there. We fucked last
year."
"Ranger. You were fucking Ranger, weren't you? You fucked my dog."
"Yes, and you almost caught us."
"Damnit, I did catch you. All these years, I thought I dreamed it. You fucked
him in my closet when you spent the night. That wasn't a dream."
"That is where we did it in the beginning, but I was talking about a time in
the garage. You walked right past us. We were beside the refrigerator.
You're dad did catch me, and that's when he started screwing me. I was
thirteen at the time."
"You told me you were a virgin until senior prom."
"I lied. Your mom caught me screwing Ranger lots of times, but she never told
on me. After the first time, she just told me to be more careful. I was more
careful, except when it was just her and me in the house."
"My mother saw you screwing Ranger and just said be more careful. That doesn't
surprise me, the bitch!"
"She got off on it, but that shouldn't surprise you either. I'd strip naked in
front of her and we'd do it while she watched and frigged herself off. She'd
call me when the coast was clear. I let her do everything. She stripped me,
positioned me, guided his cock, cleaned me afterwards, and played with my body
for hours. She taught me to eat pussy, and ate mine. She knew about me and
your dad. She watched us fuck. She liked watching us. I could never have
kept my secrets from you without their help."
"Sarah, you're blowing my mind. If this is a joke, it isn't funny."
"It's no joke. I'm not laughing. I'm trying to come clean."
"You're a slut, Sarah. How could I know you for so long and not know that?"
"I don't know, but you're right, I am a slut. I guess that ends our
friendship, huh?"
"Don't be stupid. I need a slut friend now more than ever."
"Oh, thank god! I thought it was over between us. I felt like dying. I've
dreaded this day for twenty years."
"Relax. Now we can elevate our relationship to higher levels. There's no
secrets at all between us...is there?"
"I'm afraid there is. I saved the biggest for last."
"Oh, shit. What is it?"
"You're going to think I'm sick if I tell you."
"I think you're sick already. You are one sick puppy, Sarah, but you're my
sick puppy. I won't put you to sleep; I promise. I have a soft spot in my
heart for sick puppies. Now, what is it?"
"Pam, I'm the reason you get raped so much."
"WHAT! You? How? Why?"
"I don't know why. I hate myself for doing it, but as for the how, that's
easy. I just tell a guy you like being forced, that you have a rape fantasy.
I prove that I'm your best friend. I show him all of the personal stuff I have
of yours. My room is a shrine to you; you know that. Once they believe that
I'm not setting them up, that I'm trying to help you realize your fantasy, they
are eager to help. I simply convince them to remain in character before,
during, and after. It works."
"Christ. You owe me three or four wardrobes of clothes, bitch."
"Let me pick them out, and I'll pay up."
"Screw you. I can imagine what you'd have me wear. Are you going to keep
doing this?"
"I can't stop. I've tried, believe me, I've tried."
"Well you haven't had trouble lately, when I could have used a good forced
fuck. If you're going to keep my husband satisfied, you could have seen to it
that I got some too. Why the dry spell? It has been over a year since I've
been screwed."
"I know. Three-hundred and ninety-two days without cock."
"You've kept track?"
"I cut you off."
My mind was numb. "But why?"
"I don't know why. I'm sick. I'm torturing you."
"No shit! But I want to know why. What are you getting out of it?"
"Pleasure. I get to control your sex life. I wanted you good and horny for
when I got the courage to make my move on you. I seduced Candy to break the
ice and get you thinking about pussy. I started working on her on day one.
She wasn't easy. She doesn't have a gay bone in her body, and talk about
innocent. You should have seen her face the first time I showed her pictures of
dogs screwing girls."
"Jesus, that was you with the pictures."
"Yes, she's seen everything from gays butt fucking, to orgy flicks. And she's
seen a flood of lezzie stuff. Hell, I even trained Gwen just to break the ice
with Candy. When you babysit a kid that hounds you to suck on your clit,
sooner or later, you're going to give in. She gave in three months ago, and
she started letting me do it two months ago. Things moved rapidly after that.
I made her want to be Baby Bambi. I suppose you've heard about Bambi?"
"Yes. What is your connection with Bambi?"
"I met her at a party. We talked. We ate each other. We're still close.
Candy met her at my place. That's where she saw her first live fuck. She
watched her daddy screwing the town whore. He didn't know he was being
watched."
"That bastard. So, now that I'm being a good girl, do I get my prize? Can I
have some cock, now?"
This hit a nerve with Sarah. She started finger fucking herself unabashedly,
and said, "Not yet. I'll decide when."
She was really into this control thing. She actually believed she could decide
who and when I screwed. I had a desire to play along, but, like I said, the
scenario has to be believable for me to get off on it or buy into it. I
couldn't resist saying, "Don't you think I'm capable of getting my own cocks.
I have a license to screw now, no more marital vows, remember?"
"If you do, I'll get angry. I can have you hurt, hurt bad. It's all in the
instructions I give your rapist, and I know several that will do exactly as I
tell them. I can have your tits cut with razors. I can have you whipped in
your cunt. Have you ever had a cigar put out on your nipples, or needles
shoved into your asshole? I don't want to hurt you, but I can. I'm sick, Pam.
Please don't make me hurt you."
The color drained from my face. I knew she would do it, too. I've been hurt
before, and I'm not into pain. Suddenly, I realized, she did control my sex
life. Suddenly, my clit began to throb. She could see in my expression that I
knew she was right, and that knowledge drove her on. She was frigging herself
harder, staring hard at me with a victorious grin. I knew some verbal sign of
my surrender and acceptance would push her over the edge. I didn't need to
pretend. I surrendered and accepted. I said, "You win, Sarah. I'll behave.
Please don't hurt me. I'll do whatever you want."
"Oh! Yesssss! You will! You know you will. You're mine, Pam. Everything
that's yours is mine. Ohhhh! Yessssss!"
She fell forward on the bed with her head on my belly. I laid my hand on her
cheek and softly stroked it. Slowly, her eyes turned up. She smiled and said,
"I love you, Pam. I'll be good to you, but you better never cross me, or I'll
be bad to you."
"I know, Sarah. I think I understand, now. Everything has led up to this,
hasn't it?"
"From the time we were kids, I've dreamed of this day. I wanted to own you and
everything you own. It's all mine, now, even Candy. She'll do whatever I say.
I special ordered that bikini you bought. I put her pussy on public display.
Don't think for one minute that she liked walking to and from the pool wearing
that thing. And going up that ladder with all those kids under her was shear
torture for her, especially after I made her request the shave.
"She's really shy about her body. I go to the pool every chance I get to make
sure she shows everything. When she climbs out of the water after jumping off
the high dive, she climbs out with her tits and pussy exposed. Everyone
gathers to watch her slowly recover, starting with her tits."
"How can she get away with that at a public pool?"
"I had to fuck the parks administrator and the senior life guard to get them to
turn a blind eye on Candy's act. You've got to see it for yourself, Pam. She
blushes every time she has to stand on the deck with her pussy and tits
showing."
"I can imagine. How long does it take her to get straight, and how many people
are close by?"
"I'd say it takes a full three minutes to cover everything. She has a
procedure she must follow. The jump skews the material. The top gets forced
above her tits. The bottoms are worn loose, so they rise up. First, she has
to untie the bottoms and let them fall to the ground. Next, she reaches back
and unties the top."
Are you telling my daughter gets naked...in public?"
"Absolutely. Not a stitch on her, and with her pussy shaved bald. She stands
stark naked while she arranges the top. She then puts the triangles on her
tits, leans back, and ties the bow in back. Then, she bends with her feet
apart and picks up the bottoms. She steps in the leg loop, then adjusts the
material in place, making sure the crotch string runs outside her cunt lips.
That's when she's ready to climb the ladder and start the process all over
again."
"She does that all day?"
"She makes a series of three jumps, then breaks for an hour. She may walk
home, but she can't stay gone more than one hour. Each day, she does maybe
eight shows. I'd say eighty people, mostly guys, are in the dive area, but
another eighty watch from poolside, catching glimpses between the gawkers.
You'd be surprised how few complaints there have been. None recently. She's
going to start getting fucked in the pool. Goggle sales should skyrocket."
"Have you cleared that with the authorities?"
"Yes, everything is set. Would you like to watch?"
"Yes, I think I would, but won't that look suspicious? A mother wouldn't sit
still for that?"
"Her mother will. You're the mother of Baby Bambi. Half the town already
thinks you're sick for letting her go around like that. Wait till they see you
in the pool wearing goggles in your bikini. Yes, I've got one for you, and it
makes Candy's look conservative. You can start shaving your twat. Your cunt
is going on display. And start doing breast exercises. I've noticed the start
of a sag developing. You'll be getting a tit job soon, but work on them
anyway. You're going to have double D's'."
"Really? Who's paying?"
"You are. The cost is three grand, but John has it set aside."
"You've covered every angle, haven't you?"
"No stone unturned. I learned the art when we were kids. Your mom, dad, and I
were a team. He didn't want to rape you, in case you carry any hard feelings.
He had to do it, or I would have cut him off. He only screwed you when I told
him to."
"I never held a grudge about Dad. I could tell he was fighting an internal
struggle, but Mom's actions bothered me a lot. She walked in on us so many
times, and pretended nothing was happening, I just knew she had to be in on it
and probably put him up to it. When I got pregnant the first time, and she
wouldn't hear of an abortion, then, after suffering the humiliation of being
pregnant in my sophomore year, staying in school, and delivering the baby, she
gives it up for adoption as though it were a turd I passed. I've carried that
grudge. I suppose you put her up to that."
"Of course. She wanted to keep the kid. I wouldn't hear of it. Three
pregnancies in three years, and each carried to term, each given away. That
was my crowning achievement. That took some doing, but she was hooked on my
tongue and watching me fuck Ranger. I had to cut her off for three months
before she began to cooperate. It was a struggle each time I upped the ante.
Do you remember the time she cleaned your room while you were getting fucked on
the bed?"
"Do I? I still fantasize that scene. I think that's the time I got pregnant."
"Don't think that came easy for her. She went six months without sex from me
or your dad before she caved in. It killed her to watch you getting screwed by
your father against your will, without protection, knowing you were between
periods, knowing you'd get pregnant. You can imagine what changing your sheets
while you were on them getting your cunt plowed did to her."
"Did to her? What about me? Can you imagine what that was like, knowing he
was going to cum in my pussy when I knew I was fertile, after I told him I was
ovulating, with Mom standing right there? Can you imagine how involved she had
to get to accomplish a change of bedding? The American Nursing Federation
should award her a medal. I didn't think it was possible to change sheets with
a person in the bed, much less two people screwing. She did it. We had a hard
time looking each other in the eye after that, I'll tell you."
"Yes, but it sure broke the ice, huh?"
"No shit! After that, she'd pull up a chair. Getting my pussy wiped and
washed after sex didn't seem so out of character. Having to wear a pussy plug
to hold Dad's sperm inside came as no surprise. I never did adjust to having
her minister to my cunt, and I certainly didn't take to having my cunt shaved
bald like Candy did. I still feel that terrible itch when she'd let it go for
three or four days. Oh, and PE, the humiliation I suffered in those
showers--belly out to here with a shaved pussy."
"Oh, yes, that was exquisite. Girls can be so cruel, can't they?"
"Fuck yes! Blabbing it all over school, stealing my panties, taking pictures
and spreading them all over school. Everyone knew what I looked like naked."
"How about the time they held you spread-eagled on the floor and stuck a banana
up your cunt, and you just about ready to drop the first kid. That made a nice
picture."
"I suppose you were behind that, too?"
"It was my camera, my film, and my banana. I picked the biggest I could find,
but it went right in, peel and all."
"And I never suspected you behind any of this. You were always there for me,
being a friend, my only friend."
"What are friends for?"
"Well, I'm glad this is all out. I still think you're the best friend I ever
had. I do love you, Sarah, in spite of your sickness. Maybe because of it.
You've controlled my sex life from the very start. It's only natural you
should continue. Is there anything else I should know?"
"Let me think. No, nothing big. I screwed every guy you ever dated, but
that's no big deal? There weren't that many."
"You know, you've screwed everything around me but me. If I touch it, you want
to screw it."
Sarah laughed and said, "That's true. I'll bet a shrink could put a name on
that condition."
"Shrink hell, I already did. You're a slut."
"Yeah, but I'm sure there's a type of slut with a latin name."
"How about slutius gluttonus?"
"Yeah, that's me. It will be you, too, before I'm through. I have big plans
for you, Pam. You'll like some, and hate some, but you'll endure as you always
have. I hope you like tattoos and body piercing. I'm into it. Not for me,
you understand, but you will look like a landscape painting with rings and gold
chains hanging from everything delicate. I intend to tattoo you from your neck
to your toes, front, back, and everything between. Especially between. Don't
even think about trying to stop me. I'll have your clit removed with a dull
knife, and Candy will be wielding the knife. I love you, Pam, but you're mine
to do with as I please. Accept it."
My heart stopped beating, but the idea of Candy cutting off my clit got it
going again. I think Candy would do it, and I think John, my mother, and my
father would hold me down. What could I say? I bowed my head and said,
"Please, don't hurt me, Sarah. I love you. I'll be your canvas, and I'll wear
anything you pierce me with. My body belongs to you. My daughter belongs to
you. Everything I own belongs to you. It always has. My life is in your
hands."
"I know, Pam. I'm glad you know. One day, I'm going to take that too. That
day is a long way off, but I can't bear the thought of you growing old. I will
kill you myself, slowly, carefully, over days, then I will skin you. You will
suffer for me, suffering pain you can't possibly imagine. Your agony will be
your final gift to me. Your painted and ornamented skin will adorn my bedroom
and complete my shrine."
I fainted.
The End