I married the school slut, but she was worth it. Debbie is a walking, talking wet dream. She was the Homecoming Queen. Queen of the Sluts they called her behind her back and mine. Slut or not, my Debbie had the other girls beat, tits down. She could out fuck them all, that's for damned sure. If the judges had examined her pussy, there would have been no contest at all. The other girls would have bowed down and kissed it, then bowed out gracefully. That didn't happen, but I wish it had.
Debbie always looks great, but she is one girl who looks great in the morning. She wakes up full of energy and is horniest in the morning. Our sex life was almost always a morning event, even before my night job began. The job worked out perfectly, since I arrived home as she awakened. Since she had three hours to prepare for work, the first two were for play.
Debbie was the biggest whore in high school, but after a year of marriage, she slowed down. She still screwed other men, but stopped looking for opportunities. She stopped after we bought the house and decided to start a family. Though she wasn't out with other men, her fantasies grew more intense. We screwed like rabbits, but she wasted most of my sperm. I began to notice that whenever she was between periods and fertile, she never let me in her pussy at all. The few times I emptied my balls in her pussy was when she was menstruating. I figured she'd let me know when she was ready. We were in no hurry.
The chief on our crew is a big, barrel-chested man in his forties. He was just the type that makes Debbie's pussy drool: strong, ruggedly handsome, crude, and cocksure. Bart Dugan reminds me of her father. I always suspected there was something incestuous going on between her and her father, but she never offered any information.
Several times, during our courtship, she'd come to me with a pussy full of sperm. Prior to going out, the only man she'd been near was her father. At those times, she took particular delight in watching me go down on her. She insisted I go down on her. I never said anything about it, but I did notice the knowing looks the two exchanged before and after a date.
I knew that when Bart first laid eyes on my Debbie, there'd be trouble. They met at a crew picnic, and despite the fact that Bart's wife and his five kids were present, almost three dozen others and I was present, they flirted openly. Bart put hand prints on her at every opportunity. They looked like a couple who had arrived together. Cynthia Dugan, his wife, was left alone, as was I. Debbie sat on Bart's lap and permitted him to caress her legs, even up under her short skirt. After we ate, they were in the midst of a circle of my coworkers with wives, girlfriends, and kids on the outside looking in.
Although the kids were amused by their behavior, most of the other women would have nothing to do with Debbie. They shot dirty looks her way at every opportunity. This, together with the appreciative male audience, drove Debbie to greater excesses. She let herself be fondled and fingered while massaging Bart's erection through his jeans. Together, they created quite a spectacle.
When the picnic split up and we were all in our cars, I looked to Debbie. I never saw her so turned on. She radiated sexual heat and desire. I knew I'd get the fuck of my life. I smiled when she suddenly shimmied out of her panties, but that smile faded when she leapt from my car and dashed over to stop Bart's car. She leaned into his open window and planted a big French kiss on him while hugging his neck.
All departures stopped to watch as he pulled her half way through the window until her hips hung on the window's edge. Debbie's ass was on display as they kissed passionately next to Cynthia. Two of Bart's older boys hung out the back window on the driver's side, trying to look up Debbie's skirt. His two preteen daughters were between he and his wife on the front seat, with his fourteen-year-old daughter hanging over the back of the front seat. The girls were staring at their father making out with my wife, the whore. I was sure they saw more than kissing. Debbie was after naked cock. She obviously got what she was after; because shortly afterward, her head went into his lap and Bart's head lolled back on the headrest.
Most of the others were in their cars and several moved to better viewing spots as wives argued with their driving spouses. A few were forced to reluctantly move on. It was a most lascivious display of wanton lust, made more so when Bart used his left hand to completely bare my wife's luscious ass. Several, including myself, were in a position to look up Debbie's naked rear beaver to see her pouting, moist sex lips sucking at Bart's delving fingers while his boys ran their hands over her ass and took turns fingering her two holes.
We all watched in silent awe. Ten minutes into this lewd performance, she wiggled free. She turned without adjusting her skirt and walked toward my car with an accentuated sexy sway to her bare ass. I could plainly see sperm covering her tightly clenched lips and dribbles ran down her chin. She came to my side and leaned into the window. I made a weak protest as she grabbed my head and tilted it back. I groaned in abject humiliation as her lips descended to my own and made a slimy seal.
I heard laughter and honking horns as her stiff tongue pried my mouth open. A flood of viscous cum poured in. Debbie used her left hand to stroke my throat, encouraging me to swallow. I gave her what she wanted. She then broke the vulgar kiss and said, "Lick my face, sweetheart!" While I licked sperm, she taunted, "Stick your tongue way out so they can all see you licking up Bart's cum. Yes! I told you I was a whore, didn't I? You married me anyway. You deserve this and much more. You're going to get it, too! I hope you like the way he tastes, because you will be tasting a lot of Bart's cum from now on, sweetie."
They all remained to watch this submissive display. Afterward, she sauntered over to the passenger side and got in. The cars pulled away. On the road, Debbie played with her steamy twat while asking me to relate every minute from my perspective. She was particularly turned on by the women's reactions and that of their children. Eight wives, two girl friends, and a dozen kids ranging in age from two to eighteen had reactions to recount.
Five of the wives showed obvious signs of disdain. One took her two kids and left the husband when it became obvious the action would get worse. One wife and the two single women seemed amused, while two wives were as turned on as the men were. All but the youngest kids and one sixteen-year-old girl loved what they saw. The teen girl was interested but too embarrassed to gawk as the others were doing. Her mother, on the other hand, was one of the wives who got off on what was happening. The girl was more embarrassed by the way her parents were acting.
The men's reactions were predictable. They adored Debbie, drooled over her. Even before the grand finale, they all got peeks at her intimate parts as the action grew progressively more obscene. Twelve men were present; and for most of the picnic, she was inside what appeared to be a football huddle. Occasionally, a wife would drag her husband out of the huddle, but he'd eventually find his way back. Toward the end, the wives gave up on their husbands and concentrated primarily on keeping kids at a distance.
Debbie came as I described how Cynthia reacted when she saw her husband fingering her pussy with her tits hanging out. He had Debbie on his lap with her legs outside of his. She rested back against his chest with her top open. He had one hand in her panties and the other toyed with her tits. All five of Bart's kids had gathered at his feet and were sitting cross-legged looking into Debbie's crotch. Cynthia and I moved up just as Debbie scanned the group gathered around and spotted us.
Her eyes locked on mine with that mischievous gleam. She then reached to her panty crotch and drew it away to give the kids a look at their father's fingers working in her pussy. Cynthia groaned and backed away, saying, "Oh, God! Not another one."
The mother of the teen girl called to Cynthia, teasing, "You are missing the best part, Cynthia." She then looked to her own daughter and said, "Jenny, you should see this. You can't hide from sex your whole life, kiddo. It's about time you learned something. This girl can teach you a few things about letting your hair down." She then went over and took her daughter's hand, leading the half resisting teen into the group. The girl was moved to the front with a head-on view of Debbie's now wide open beaver. Her face went bright red, but her stare was fixed on my wife's pussy and the three meaty fingers fucking in and out obscenely.
Debbie rode the rest of the way home with her head resting on my shoulder and a finger stroking her smoldering pussy. She cooed in baby talk, saying, "I was a bad girl, huh Boopsie? I embarrassed you, didn't I? I let all of those guys you have to work with see my pussy and my titties. I was so bad, huh?"
I told her she acted like a slut. That pleased her. I was actually happy for her. She got to live out a lifelong fantasy--her slut fantasy. She fantasizes a great deal, especially while we're fucking. She talks nonstop. I've heard them all in countless variations. They all feature her playing the slut, shocking decent people. She especially likes scenes wherein she screws a married man in front of his wife and kids. She adores the idea of performing in front of a large group of people. She craves the opportunity to publicly humiliate me--a decent and faithful husband, stuck in a marriage to a whore, bound to her by the chains of love, having to endure her sluttish behavior, and forced to raise her bastard offspring. At the picnic, she got almost everything.
As I drove, I knew things would only get worse. She did not realize how perfect the setup was. Bart Dugan is a political untouchable. His family owns the county. He is the black sheep that they pawned off on the city maintenance department. They, in turn, set him up with his own crew to handle any late night emergencies. He has his own little building stuck way out on city land, far from any eyes. His people are his to do with as he pleases. As long as he confines his activities to them, the people upstairs are happy.
As for the men on the crew, most of them were the dregs that nobody wanted. They knew they had it made with Bart. They also knew that if they tried to make trouble for Bart, his family would close ranks and squash them like bugs. The option was to take shit, or quit quietly. Consequently, Bart had a little harem of wives, girl friends, and teenage daughters. He rarely worked with us. While the guys sat around playing cards, they openly speculated whose woman or daughter was getting a load of little Barts up her twat.
When I first arrived, I sized up the situation quickly and hid the fact that I was married. I told Debbie that wearing my wedding ring on this job was dangerous and I could lose a finger. She accepted that. Since I was a newbie, me and another newbie went out on most of the calls. The crew saw little of me, and Bart hardly noticed me at all. It worked for almost a year. When one of the guys told Bart that he saw me with a stone fox, Bart asked questions. I broke down and told him she was my wife. His next move was to set up the picnic out on the remote maintenance area. The picnic was Debbie's coming out party. Needless to say, her coming out party was a smashing success.
Indeed, Bart's sperm would be a common sight oozing from my wife's pussy from then on. She was by far the most attractive woman there, and had no qualms about serving as his whore. As if she could read my thoughts, she said, while looking at her cunt with her feet on the dash, "God, I can't wait to feel that big cock in my cunt. My womb is so starved for virile hot sperm, I'll bet it sucks it all in like a Hoover Deluxe. He could get me pregnant with no trouble at all."
I said, "I could get you pregnant, too, if you'd let me cum in your pussy once in a while."
She turned her passion glazed eyes on me and said, "Don't you think I know that? Why do you think I won't let you unless I know it's safe? It's no fun getting knocked up by your own husband. Don't act so surprised. I told you I was a whore. Maybe when I deliver a bastard child, you'll take me seriously."
"Are you serious, Debbie? You'd actually do that?"
"Yes, I'm very serious. They want it so bad."
"Yes, we all saw. Don't be surprised if they show up on our door step one night."
"I won't be. They won't be on the door step for long, I can assure you. Who knows, maybe Bart will get off on mating me to his bucks. That's kinky. I like it. Bart could breed me. I like that term--breeding. God, everyone will know I'm cheating on you. I hope Bart appreciates the perverse."
He does, though I didn't share my thoughts with her. She went on and on about her bastard babies, and I braced myself for the reality. She could easily get her wish, and she did seem quite serious. As we drove on, she waxed nostalgic, saying, "Oh, Jerry, it was so perfect. Bart is incredible. He let me take his cock out with his two daughters sitting right beside him and with his wife watching the whole time. He is so like Daddy."
"You fuck your father, don't you, Debbie?"
"You know I do. You ate enough of his sperm. Why do you think I always made you lick my pussy before we even left the driveway? I wanted you to get it fresh. You knew Daddy was looking through the drapes. He said you saw him every time. The next time we fuck, I'll see to it that you are right there to watch. Afterwards, you will eat it all up. Maybe then it will finally sink in."
"Did Cynthia say anything?"
"Hell no. Bart has that bitch trained. I even took little Mandy's hand and put it on his cock. She went right to work, pumping his cock while I sucked it. Her hand is no stranger to her father's cock, that's for sure. Sally took a turn as well. It was beautiful watching them fight over taking turns while his boys were copping feels of my ass. I kept my eyes on Cynthia the whole time, daring her to say something. I was sorely tempted to go to her and give her a fuck kiss. That would have been fantastic, but doing it to you was better. You were so good the way you got into it and licked my face and neck. I'm sure everybody got an eyeful."
"Two cars left, but everybody else saw."
"Good, now they know who wears the pants in this family."
Since part of our crew works every night, there is always someone on duty. I had duty that night with five others. When I arrived, I got a thorough ribbing from the guys, as I expected. They praised Debbie and speculated as to whether Bart would be sharing her. Bart parceled out sexual favors to his buddies on the crew. Two of the wives were open to one and all, but they were the more comely ones. They were the two who got off on watching Debbie. Others were reserved for his buddies. Newbies, of which there were five, weren't buddies.
The other wives were not keen on servicing Bart's buddies, but knew better than to protest. Certain men had pussy privileges. If one showed up, day or night, the woman had to put out and the husband had to put up with it or get lost.
Bart's wife, Cynthia, was a special case. Bart played no favorites. He treated her like the dirtiest whore but no one could go to her at his home. Periodically, he brought her out to the shop and threw her to the dogs, so to speak. We had a small room set up with a four poster bed. Usually, he tied her spread-eagled to it and left her there for a full shift. Anyone was free to go to her and get a piece, even newbies.
Next to Debbie, Cynthia is the best looking woman. Bart took her in when she was fourteen--a runaway--and pregnant with his oldest boy, sixteen-year-old Bart Jr. Bart was married at the time. The arrangement created a big scandal, but the family covered it up. He kept her as a housekeeper and she delivered twins a year later--Kevin and Gracie. When she became pregnant with Sally a year after that, his wife divorced him and he married Cynthia.
When I first saw her staked out to the bed, she was twenty-nine and looking damned good. I never took part, but was sorely tempted. I didn't mind watching the others, and they didn't mind being watched. The room had no door anyway. I took quite a ribbing for not joining in. Cynthia did not like being thrown to the dogs, but seemed resigned to her lot in life. She did, however, respond to a good hard screwing.
I learned from one of the old timers that the two boys have been fucking their mother since their first erections. One or both would accompany her when she pulled duty. The guys got off on watching the boys fuck their mother. I saw Bart Jr. fuck her on two occasions. I also learned that Bart Sr. is fucking all three of his girls and has twice staked out Gracie. On both occasions, I had to work in the field and missed out. I probably would have screwed Gracie. She is a real cutie and loves getting gang banged.
Gracie doesn't need to be tied down, but prefers it that way. She also likes having her mother there to watch. On both occasions, Cynthia was naked with her hands tied behind her back and was forced to clean her daughter with her tongue between fucks. Bart supervised the whole affair and arranged them in a sixty-nine for the amusement of his crew. Jenny also loves licking her Mom's pussy. All of the kids will perform with their mother for private audiences in their home. My informant witnessed such a performance and assured me it is a sight you will never forget. I can easily imagine. Very young pussy and lesbian scenes are my weakness.
I never told Debbie any of this. I knew she'd want in. I knew what that would lead to. Now, it was all about to happen, but I was prepared to let nature take its course. Besides, I figured it would be better for her that way. If she knew just how perverted and unshockable her audience actually was, it might ruin the thrill.
I was even resolved to accept her getting pregnant by one of our black guys if she really wanted it that badly. I do get off on humiliation and would be a good father to any child she bore. Pleasing her, pleases me, but I knew she would not be pleased if she knew how I really felt about it. She wanted to force this on me and wanted me to whine and cry about it. To her way of thinking, my reluctant acceptance was a sign of how much I loved and adored her, no matter what. I would give her exactly what she wanted.
To get things rolling, I sheepishly said, "Honey, please tell me this is just another one of your fantasies. You wouldn't really bear another man's child, would you?"
Debbie came alive and sat up, turning towards me in her seat. She reached between my legs and squeezed my balls saying, "This is no fantasy, Jerry. I am going to get pregnant, and not by you. In fact, to make sure, your sperm won't get anywhere near my cunt until the job is done."
"Baby, please don't do this to me!"
She mockingly said, "Please don't do this to me! God, I love hearing you whine. It won't do any good, but don't stop doing it. I'll go one better. I think I'll cut you off completely. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do. From now until I get knocked up, you have to jack off--in your mouth, of course. You get no sucking, no pussy, and no ass, not from me or anyone else. Do you understand? I mean it, Jerry. If I find out you cheated on me, I'll divorce you so fast your head will spin."
"I won't cheat; you know that. I never have. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our marriage. You know how much I love you, Debbie."
She snuggled happily into my shoulder and purred, "Yes, I do, and I believe you. You know I love you too, but you also know I'm dead serious, don't you?"
"Yes, I know you are."
"Oh, Jerry, this will be so much fun. I can't wait to get started. Do you think Bart will call tonight?"
"I wouldn't be at all surprised."
"I do hope so. Maybe I should call him. Maybe I should beg. Men like Bart love hearing a woman beg. I'd beg in a heart beat. Should I make the first call?"
"Honey, please don't stoop to begging. You are far too beautiful to beg a man like Bart. If you must go through with this, at least give me the satisfaction of knowing he begged you."
"I don't care about your satisfaction. All I care about is mine ... So, that would really bother you, huh? That gives me a wonderful idea. You make the call. You beg for me."
"Debbie! No! For God's sake, no!"
"My mind is made up, Jerry. You are making that call, and you better be convincing."
I sat in silent acceptance. Debbie returned to playing with her pussy and dreaming out loud. She moaned, "Oh, yes! This will be heavenly. You begging Bart to come and service your wife for you. Oh, this is marvelous. Tell me what you're going to say. Make me cum, Jerry."
I sat in silence until she demanded I talk. I said, "Well, if I must, I suppose I'll tell him he turned you on so much that you refuse to have sex with me until he has you first."
"No, pretend you are talking to Bart. I will play Bart's part. Try again, but leave out anything about you getting any. Let him know I cut you off indefinitely. And, tell him about the pregnancy condition. Tell him I cut you off until I get pregnant. Okay, now start over."
"Honey, you can't expect me to arrange your pregnancy by another man. That would be cruel; besides, who would believe such a thing?"
"God damnit! He saw you licking his sperm from my fucking face. He saw you passively accept everything we did. It's your job to convince him. Everybody knows you are pussy whipped. You say it right, and he will believe you. So help me, you better say it right, or I'll cut you off till after our third bastard child. Now try again."
She was already on the verge of coming. I feigned reluctance and meekly said, "Bart, this is Jerry. I'm calling to tell you that you started something with Debbie that I want you to finish."
"That's good. Keep going!"
"Bart, she cut me off. She won't let me have sex with her until she gets pregnant. She wants your baby, Bart."
"No! Don't say that. I want a black man's baby. Just tell him I want to get pregnant. I'll tell him about the black man."
"Bart, she wants to get pregnant, but not by me. She wants you to come over and fuck her. She wants it real bad."
"Oh, yes, more!"
"Bart, Debbie wants to be your whore!"
"Yes! Yes!"
"She'll do anything you want!"
"Oh FUCK! OH YES!"
"She'll fuck anybody for you, anytime."
"OH! Uhhh! JESUS! ... OHHHHH! ... YESSSSSS ... ahhh."
She slumped in a post orgasmic stupor and slowly turned her passion-glazed eyes on me, saying, "That's exactly what you are going to tell him when we get home. Do you understand?"
"Yes dear. I will do what you want."
She reached up and stroked the side of my face, saying, "I know I'm being very bad, but I want to be very bad. I am bad, but then you knew that when you married me. I don't feel sorry for you at all. I'm just happy for me. If you want to be a good husband for me, you have to keep me happy. You know what makes me happy, don't you?"
"Yes, having me raise your little bastards."
"Black bastards, and smile when you say it." I smiled weakly and repeated it as she wanted. She smiled dreamily and said, "That's better, now tell me what else makes me happy."
"Rubbing my nose in your infidelity."
"I want specifics, Jerry. Tell me how I'll do that."
"You'll act like a whore and wear slutty clothes in public."
"Big deal, I'm almost like that now. You can do better."
"You'll make me babysit the little bastards, black bastards, while you go out on dates."
"Good! I like that."
"You'll bring men to our home and fuck them. You'll make me sleep on the sofa while you cheat in our own marital bed."
"Ohhh, yes, you know I will. More!"
"You'll make me watch you getting screwed, sometimes by groups of men. You will make me go down on you between fucks and make me suck their cocks."
"Yes, I will, but you know very well what I want to hear. Tell me."
"You will do all of these things in front of our children."
"Bingo, you do know me, don't you? And when they get older?"
"You will have sex with them and let your lovers fuck our little daughters."
"Hmmm, that's a new twist. Letting my lovers fuck our daughters. Yes, I think I like that. It's very kinky; I'm surprised you thought of it. Oh, I get it. You always did like that pedophile shit. I suppose you think that because they aren't your flesh and blood I'll let you fuck them, too. Well, forget it, buster. Those girls are for my lovers. I might let you guide a cock into their little twats; and, of course, you will be going down on them after a fuck. That's about as close as you will get, though."
My expression must have given me away, because she turned my way and smiled, tracing circles on my face with her wet finger, saying, "You were thinking that, weren't you? That's sick. What kind of mother do you think I am, anyway. Oh, I do hope the first one is a cute little girl. It will be such fun tormenting you. I think I'll start her off at a very early age. What age do you fantasize about most, dear?"
"The younger, the better. You know that."
"What, three, two. How about infants. Would you like seeing our baby girl with a man's cock in her infant pussy?"
"Be real, Debbie. I think five is possible."
"Anything is possible, Jerry. Cunts, even baby cunts can be stretched and conditioned. I think three is a good age to start. A three-year-old could manage a small cock. Given enough time, I'm sure I can find a suitable old pervert to do the job. Perhaps I can find a street person who is willing to move in with us as a nanny. I don't want to leave you alone with any of my daughters. A male pervert for a nanny. That is rich. Wouldn't that drive you nuts, watching some old pervert having the time of his life with your little girls while you do all the household chores for him. I'm liking this more and more. We simply must have a little girl."
"Now, I'm sorry I mentioned it. You do get carried away, Debbie."
"Yes, well, we'll see. I fantasize some wild shit; but then, I like to make my fantasies come to reality, as you will soon see."
When we got home, I made the call while Debbie listened on the extension. I said exactly what I had said in the car. Bart was a bit surprised, but not as surprised as she had hoped. He said he'd try her out, then told me to drop Debbie off at his house on the way to work and pick her up on the way back. Debbie was upset by his statement, "Try her out," and went on and on about it, saying, "He thinks I need to try out to be his whore? Jesus, try out! What the hell does he expect? Shit, you practically offered to guide his cock in my cunt, and he wants me to try out! Fuck!"
She was a bit nervous when I dropped her off. It was almost as if she were going on a job interview except for her sluttish attire. She primped and fussed and wanted constant reassurances that she looked whorish enough. She discarded the panties on the way over. On getting out, she told me to wish her luck. I wished her luck.
The following morning, I rang the doorbell and was admitted by a naked Mandy. She led me to Debbie who was bent over the dining table getting a rear fuck from Bart Jr. while the rest ate their breakfast as though nothing out of the ordinary were going on. They were all naked. Bart said, "He'll be through with her in a few minutes. Want some coffee? Cynthia, get him some coffee. Well, how did things go on the shift last night? Anything happen that I should know about?"
I took the seat beside the fucking couple and accepted the coffee. Bart was on the other side of them, so I couldn't help but look as I said, "No, it was a quiet night."
I sipped my coffee as Bart Jr. withdrew his cock and repositioned Debbie on her back. Debbie hooked her right leg over my neck with her other held out wide to the other side, opening her pussy with her fingers as little Bart put his cock back in her. Her leg pressure drew my head toward the juncture of their fucking genitals. In this obscene position, with my cheeks squeezed between the boy's naked hip and my wife's right inner thigh, I had no choice but to watch the plunging cock possess my wife's hungry pussy.
No one spoke. They went about their breakfast. Bart Jr. emptied his balls in and on the lips of Debbie's pussy, then stepped aside. Debbie quickly scooted her ass right in front of my place, spilling my coffee. She placed her feet on the back rest of the high-backed dining chair then lifted her sopping wet cunt to my face. I held steady, leaning into her muff, while she lewdly ground her open cunt all over my face, smearing my face with the boy's sperm. After giving my face a good coating, she centered her pussy over my mouth and humped her cunt on it, saying, "Don't just sit there like an idiot, suck my pussy, you little wimp!"
I took hold of her hips and applied myself to the task. Her feet came off the chair back and went out at right angles. I sucked and slurped her twat while she made lewd, encouraging comments. She let me clean her thoroughly, then rolled away. I sat there, wet faced and panting.
Debbie wasn't finished. She crawled over to Cynthia's place and sat in the woman's breakfast plate. Runny eggs and hash browns squished out over the edges. Cynthia sat waiting as Debbie spread her legs out and used her fingers to manipulate her pussy flesh. I thought Cynthia would go down on her at that point, but she seemed to know what to expect, and waited. To my utter astonishment, a thick, fast stream of piss shot out from Debbie's pussy, hitting Cynthia right in the face. She held steady under the shower as Debbie moved the stream with her fingers.
When the last drops dribbled out, Debbie got on her hands and knees with her ass in the woman's face. Without being prompted, Cynthia licked my wife's ass clean, paying particular attention to her ass crack, asshole, and pussy. It was the most bizarre thing I'd ever seen. Afterwards, she went to Bart, got on his lap, and said, "Well, did I pass the test. Am I whore enough for you?"
"You passed." Bart looked to me and said, "Take care of my whore, Jerry. I have decided to breed her. I want you to closely monitor her monthly cycle. Get a book and read up on it. I expect you to report to me when she's ovulating. We'll do the breeding out at the shop so everyone can watch. You keep close tabs on her when she's ovulating. I will hold you responsible if she doesn't take."
Debbie beamed. I nodded. We left after she threw on a few items and gathered her things. She was still excited on the ride home and talked nonstop. She hugged my neck and praised me for the way I behaved.
She said, "Honey, it was fantastic. I've been up all night. From the very start, it was the wildest trip I've ever been on. I never imagined such shit. That Cynthia is nothing more than a sex toy for everyone. Those kids can do anything to her. Well, they are not supposed to draw blood, but other than that, anything goes. They all love to hurt her and use her in the most degrading and obscene ways. If you ask me, she loves being treated that way, so don't feel sorry for her."
"What makes you say that?"
"Nothing is keeping her there. She started off as a runaway. She could always run away again. If she didn't like the way her kids treated her, she sure wouldn't miss them. No, she eats that shit up. The woman is a born masochist. Did it freak you out when I pissed in her face?"
"Yes, very much. That was bizarre the way she sat there and took it, waited for it."
"That was nothing. She drinks piss right from a prick or a pussy. Those kids are constantly pissing on her. What she doesn't drink, she has to clean up. You noticed they have no carpet in that house."
"Unreal. Tell me. What happened when you first arrived?"
"Oh, God, it was fantastic. Well, you know how nervous I was. Mandy let me in and led me to their living room. The whole family was there, nicely dressed. Cynthia sat beside Bart on their big sofa. The kids were in chairs, looking like little angels. Mandy led me to the center of the room and took a seat. My nerves were about to burst. I mean, it was like an Ozzie and Harriet scene. I felt so out of place. It was nothing like the picnic.
"Bart smiles at me and calmly says, 'Okay, Debbie, show us what you have to offer. Strip!' Strip, he says, just like that. Well, I'd gone that far, and after what we did at the picnic I figured, 'What the fuck?' I stripped. I didn't do a strip tease, I just got naked. After I was standing there in my birthday suit, he orders me to assume various poses, obscene poses, beaver shots mostly. You have no idea how that feels, Jerry. Can you imagine lying on your back with your legs drawn out in the splits in front of a family with five kids? It was so wonderfully humiliating.
"Anyway, he has me jumping through his hoops, masturbating, the works. After about ten minutes of this, I'm starting to get off on it. I was really getting into it. That's when he calls me over and pulls me onto his lap. I snuggle up as he fingers my cunt. I'm facing Cynthia. It was really neat. Suddenly, he takes Cynthia by the back of the neck and throws her to the floor. She sprawls out. I know it had to hurt. He then says, 'Go get her, kids.'
"That was the signal. Those kids launched themselves at her, tearing her clothes off like a pack of wild dogs and taking their own clothes off in the process. I was stunned and just sat there with my mouth open. When they were all naked, they made her get on all fours with her ass facing us, knees wide apart. Bart tosses a belt to Mandy and a big dildo to Sally. Sally shoved the fake cock up her mother's cunt and tells her to fuck herself with it. Cynthia starts right in fucking that cock in and out while Mandy lays into her ass with that belt. Gracie had her mother by the hair and started humping her beaver in her face. The boys were kneeling on either side, jerking off with one hand and slapping her big hanging titties with the other.
"I was enthralled. My pussy was on fire. I loved it and settled back in Bart's arms, spreading my legs and nuzzling his neck. Bart fingered my cunt and we just watched the show. That's what it was, you know, a show for me. Those kids were tormenting their mother for me. If they did something to her that made me smile, they did more of it. When Gracie stuck her pussy in her mother's face and started pissing, I smiled big. That inspired each of them to do likewise.
They turned her in profile and each kid stepped up to her face while Gracie held her mother's head back by the hair. I had a terrific view of Cynthia licking at their pissing organs. She sucked the boys' cocks and licked her daughters' pussies. After everyone got serviced that way, they went again but offered their butts. Each kid backed up to her face and pulled their cheeks apart. Cynthia reamed each little asshole with her tongue. For this, I had to get down there and watch from close up.
"I was cheek to cheek with Cynthia, watching her tongue probe their little butts. While she reamed their asses, I played with pussies and cocks and used one hand to pinch and twist her hanging tits. Don't you know I was one hot bitch. When Bart Jr. came up to my ass and poked his dick at my asshole, he was admitted like Fabian at a girl's slumber party. That kid is a good fucker."
"Yes, I saw."
"You saw it real good, didn't you. I'm a little disappointed that you didn't lick at his dick while he was fucking me."
"I figured that's what you wanted; but frankly, I was still in shock."
"Yeah, well you can't use that excuse next time. By the way, those boys have unlimited rights to my pussy. If they show up, I have to put out. Isn't that great?"
"Yeah, great."
"I do have some good news for you. Bart is not going to let the crew pop in and use me anytime they want, darn it. He's saving me for something special. When I'm ovulating, which should be some time next week, he will bring me to the maintenance shack and keep me there for a week. I can only leave to go to work, and everybody gets to screw me to their heart's content--everybody except you, that is. We're going to have a baby, sweetheart. Isn't that wonderful?"
"What do you mean, we?"
"You are a member of the crew, aren't you? I'm the crew's girl. It will be the crew's baby. See, you get to be a daddy, too."
"Oh boy. I can't wait."
"Me neither."
We stopped by a book store and found the book we needed. I read up on the procedure and began taking and recording Debbie's anal temperature. When the blessed day arrived, I notified Bart. He called the crew together that evening. We all sat along the long table we had set up in the tool and garage area. Debbie was hidden in Bart's office. I didn't even know what to expect. Six of us sat along each side with Bart at the head of the table. Bart Jr. sat at the other end.
Bart stood and called us to order, then made the announcement about Debbie wanting to have the crew's baby. The men went nuts, pounding their fists on the table and hooting like drunk sailors, "We want pussy! We want pussy!"
Bart hushed them and told Jr. to start the music. Gypsie Rose Lee's "The Stripper" blasted over the loud speaker and the door to Bart's office opened. My Debbie's bare leg appeared at the opening, bent at the knee, and slowly unfurled to point at the top of the frame. She dropped it and suddenly appeared in the door, her hands on her hips in a wide legged stance wearing a sexy dress and a long feather boa.
The men cheered as she sauntered over and mounted the table with Bart's assistance. She danced its length and back, swinging her ass and her boa as guys leaned in to peer up her skirt when she passed by. She drew the hem up inch by inch on the second trip. Exposed her naked ass on the third. Exposed her tits on the fourth, and removed everything but her high heels for the fifth.
Now, nude, she really went to work, pausing to squat in each man's face or squatting with her back to a guy and humping an imaginary cock where his dinner plate might be sitting if we were having lunch. Sometimes, she humped an upraised thumb to howls of laughter. For the sixth trip, she got down on her back and things really got nasty. She laid crossways between a set of guys sitting across from each other. One had her upper body to play with, the other had her goodie box, presented in a full spread with her knees drawn up and laid out.
Dicks came out and went in her mouth and cunt. After a few minutes, Bart blew a whistle and she was spun to reverse her position. At the next whistle, the next set of guys pulled her before them. In this way, she made the trip down the table. When her pussy was before me, I figured I'd get me some too. I fished out my dick, but as my cock came near, her legs came together and crossed. The crew went wild. The laughter shook the rafters.
When she was spun around at the next whistle, I looked down on her bared teeth. The guys were shouting, "Go ahead, kid. Stick your dick in."
I wisely declined. At the whistle, we pushed her along to Bart Jr. Bart who was nude by this time. He mounted her and fucked her to orgasm, his and hers. Bart Sr. carried my leaking wife to the rec room and tied her spread-eagled on the bed with two pillows under her ass. There, she remained all weekend. She was not always tied, and not always tied in that position. She was given breaks to shower and freshen up, or to eat and stretch. Most of the time, however, she was bound in a position that made her cunt accessible in as obscene a position as their dirty little minds could conceive.
Debbie liked them all, especially the up-side-down, legs in the splits positions, where the guys would fuck her ass and dump their loads of sperm in her twat. After the first round, her twat would be full to over flowing. From then on, a cock going in would cause a cascade of sperm to flow down her body.
It was not just the crew that witnessed Debbie's shameless exhibition. During her week's stay, a whole host of Bart's kin folk visited. Wives of crew members came to watch. The chief of police, Chief Evans, and the town's number one citizen, Estelle Greyson, came frequently. The men who visited were also welcome to dump a load in my wife. Most did. Just about every cock did except mine.
My poor cock had to watch the whole thing. I had to be with Debbie, at her side, the entire week. The horny bitch took that week off from work so we wouldn't have to leave. I couldn't even masturbate to relieve myself. I could have. She would have loved it, but I couldn't. The week was exquisite torture for me. Debbie missed her period, but she never missed an opportunity to go back. On my nights to work, she stayed at the shack unless Bart had someone else for the rec room. Sometimes, she just came to watch. We all came out to watch Cindy Greyson. That sixteen-year-old doll had the place packed to the rafters. People we'd never seen before came out. Every wife was there, and most of their kids were there as well. We had to do her in the tool and garage area with the big twenty-foot doors open and a portable bleacher section set up in the opening.
All in all, it ain't a bad life. My wife is happy. I'm happy. The job ain't bad, either. The pay isn't the best, but it has some very interesting perks.
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