Sharon, Trevor, and Jason left the school grounds after Sharon showed the class her well-fucked pussy and received a standing ovation. They walked to a nearby burger bar. The boys wanted to get her alone, and she wanted to be alone with them, but she also wanted the evening to go right. She had a job to do, and they needed to talk. They needed to be in a public place or they'd get no talking done. She was the strong one and insisted they remain in the open.
They ordered sodas and sat at an outside picnic table. They all sat together on the same side with Sharon seated between the boys, facing the burger bar shack. The boys would not keep their hands off her and were constantly checking to see if anyone was looking before copping feels. Sharon fought them off, but after a few minutes decided that checking for onlookers was a better use of her time.
They took chances, but the place was practically empty. After the two carhops had caught them at it several times and just gave smiling winks, they stopped counting them as onlookers. After the carhops informed the counter help, they ignored them too. After the counter help went and got the cooks out of the back, they overlooked them as well.
When the only car pulled out, they were home free. They had seven onlookers that were always looking on, but they didn't count. Sharon sat with her dress rucked up to her hips, no panties, her top open with no bra, and her hands inside pants. The burger bar staff looked amused, though they couldn't see much unless they approached the table.
The kids got free burgers, free shakes, free fries, free pickles, napkins, condiments, balloons, more burgers, more fries, another round of soft drinks, all delivered by different people. The boys wouldn't let Sharon cover herself during a delivery. They trapped her hands in their pants by pushing out their stomachs against their belts. They got her tits out in the open and fingered her pussy all through a delivery while the bug-eyed delivery person stared at the girl's crotch and all the pink meat the boys revealed. They quickly learned how to get free food.
Sharon eventually grew to like the deliveries and offered a good spread. Between deliveries, Sharon explained about the class, told them how the day went, and told them what Judy's plans were as best she understood them. The kids grew hornier as the telling went on, and the food piled up. Before long, Sharon was practically naked, outdoors in broad daylight.
They had worked the top of her dress down her arms, completely baring her chest. The skirt part was rolled into a tight wad around her middle, leaving her naked from the waist down. They had their cocks out and she had a grip on both. She was no longer trapped, but she did nothing to hide from the steady flow of people asking, "Need anything else? Just checking."
Since Sharon could not use her hands for eating, the boys were considerate enough to feed her. Everything they put in her mouth tasted like pussy. When cars pulled in, they had to alter their act, but even that didn't stop the under-the-table games. Basically, they loosely hid her nipples. Sharon didn't care whether they hid them or stripped her naked. She wasn't even on the lookout. She talked, ate, and played with dicks. She was stuffed at both ends. She even had a pickle up her ass, compliments of the fine people at the burger bar who delivered the pickle as a group.
They stayed on that hard bench for almost two hours, but the last hour had put a cramp in their fun as business began picking up. Sharon had to put her dress in order, and reluctantly let the boys put the exciting cocks away. That last hour they spent going over the plan for the evening.
Sharon knew her parents were cool people and very open about sex. They encouraged her to date, even at the tender age of twelve. She believed Judy after she had time to think about all the ways her parents had paved the way for her to become sexually active. They even gave her condoms for her birthday. The condoms came with a new swimsuit that she'd never dared wear, not even at home in their pool with a privacy fence.
The suit, if it could be called that, was just string tied to three tiny triangles. Her mother offered to help her put it on, but Sharon brushed the offer aside and said it was too early for swimsuits. She thanked them, but she remembered the disappointed look they shared, a look she now knew was, "Damn, we failed again!"
Sharon became more encouraged the more she thought about all the clues she'd failed to pick up on. They were trying to seduce her, and she never picked up on that. They tried hard, but she had a blind side that only a stiff dick working in her pussy cleared. Even then, it took Judy's information to make her open her eyes wide. Her parents really did want a nympho daughter, and the boys really would be welcome in their home, in her bedroom, in her pussy, mouth, and asshole if they'd just take that damn pickle out.
Sharon kept thinking about the suit and how disappointed they'd been that she refused to wear it. She felt badly, even at the time. Now she felt awful. They were so good to her and all they wanted was sex. Suddenly, a great idea popped into her head. Suppose, she wondered, if after going into her room with the boys, she emerged wearing the suit. They'd know the boys had her naked at some point and had helped to put the suit on her.
The idea grew stronger and stronger, because it would serve as the perfect ice breaker, getting everyone in the mood. It would look like wearing the suit in front of her parents and the boys got her horny. The boys would get horny watching her strut and model the suit. They'd try to get her to go back to the bedroom, and she'd go because she was horny. That had to be the warm-up for the first fuck. They'd need a warm-up. They'd want a warm-up. "Yes!"
Jason said, "Yes what?"
Sharon told them about the tiny suit and her plan for a warm-up. The guys liked her idea. The truth was, they were both nervous about the parents. A warm-up to see how they were going to act suited them just fine, so they all thought along those lines and tossed Judy's instructions out the window.
Sharon scrapped Judy's idea to look forced or blackmailed. Her parents wouldn't like that at all, even if it got them what they were after. If they saw she was enjoying herself, showing off her body, getting lewd with the boys, they'd like that, she was certain. And the boys needed to act like normal boys. Cocky and arrogant would turn her mother off and piss off her father. They needed to act like normal sixth-grade boys until she got them so hot and horny that they couldn't control themselves. They all agreed and rehearsed their roles, going over possible scenarios leading to the first fuck.
They had another hour to kill and they killed that hour walking. They wanted to arrive after both parents got home and changed into their comfy clothes. For her mother, Bonnie, that was a loose-fitting blouse and baggy shorts. She sometimes went nude or just wore panties. Her father, Brad, usually wore boxer shorts and a T-shirt if they weren't expecting company.
Her father's shorts were pattern underwear with a slit fly through which she often saw his dick. His dick would sometimes be hanging fully out, balls and all, as he pretended he didn't know. She now knew he was pretending though he didn't need to pretend. He, too, would often walk about in the nude. They liked to skinny-dip and encouraged her to join them. She'd swim with her naked parents, but never in the nude. She was also modest around the house, especially after her tits popped out so rapidly and embarrassingly.
She still wasn't used to her 34-C's. Her parents were dying to see them. They even asked, point blank, at the dinner table three nights earlier. They did all they could to put her at ease. Bonnie even went topless to encourage Sharon. Her father acted as though breasts didn't bother him at all, that he was just curious, wanting to see if she were developing properly. The pressure was intense, but Sharon steadfastly refused, and finally asked to be excused. Their looks, once again said, "Damn! Failed again."
Sharon shared all this information with her new friends, her boy friends, and they kept assuring her that she had the best tits they'd ever seen. Sharon didn't need the assurances. She knew she had great tits and knew they were crazy about her titties. Even as they walked the neighborhood streets, they took every opportunity to look inside the low-cut bodice of her dress, as though to reassure themselves that they were still there.
It was easy to check. Her dress was unhooked and unzipped all the way to her tail bone, held together at the top by the boys taking turns holding the two parts together. In this way, when opportunities presented themselves, they could, if they chose to, bare her chest completely by pulling the dress down her arms. They could also let it hang as loose as they pleased to facilitate reaching inside and feeling. They sometimes walked her along by the tits.
Sharon let them decide what they dared try to get away with. She just walked. They got a huge kick out of being daring, and as boys will, kept pushing the limit. Sharon grew to like their game and was actually willing to be more daring than they were.
She shocked the boys when she took a squat behind a tree and shit the pickle out. Their fingering had pushed the eight-inch pickle so far up her ass that walking grew uncomfortable. She had to shit it out and swore she'd never accept another pickle delivery from the Burger Bar, even if their famous pickles were the "Biggest and the Best." Besides, she didn't like being turned upside-down on a full stomach just to receive a complimentary fifty cent pickle. Shitting a pickle in a public place gave Sharon a big thrill, but had the boys sweating bullets as they waited on watch. They were more relieved than she was when it passed.
They walked along quiet streets with heavy vegetation of trees and hedges, so it wasn't like they had to check an entire neighborhood. If no cars were coming, and no one was headed their way on the sidewalk, they felt safe.
Several times, she allowed the dress to slip all the way down to her feet, leaving her naked in her shoes as she walked right out of it. Each time she did that, the boys went into a panic trying to get the dress back on over her head. Half the time, it went on backward, and they had to pull it off and start over, rarely getting cooperation, and never getting assistance from the person who should have been the most interested in getting it back on.
This led to a game of chicken after the boys told her they would not pick the dress up if she let it drop. They then released their hold on the dress. It fell all the way. Sharon walked out of it and kept walking--stark naked in shoes. The boys were in a sweat after ten paces. They walked past a woman out watering her lawn. She watered her poodle. They walked on as a paperboy on a bicycle turned onto their sidewalk and headed toward them. He ran his bike into a hedge as he passed.
The boys were dying as they neared the intersection, and Sharon looked as cool as a shitted pickle while naked as a jaybird wearing shoes. A passing car approached from behind, slowed, then came to cruise alongside. Sharon smiled at the middle-aged driver who couldn't believe his eyes. The boys finally broke and raced back to the dress that was almost a full block back.
Sharon stopped. The car stopped. The driver beckoned her over. Against her better judgment, she casually walked over and leaned in the passenger window because he looked cute. She said "Hi" as she framed her tits in the window on folded arms resting on the sill.
"Get in. I'll give you a ride." He said this while reaching for and fondling her breasts.
Sharon watched him toy with her nipples. She looked down the block to see how the boys were doing, thrusting her chest out for the man. The boys had the dress and were headed back. Sharon leaned back in the window and said, "Do you want to fuck me?"
"Yeah, get in."
"No, call me. My number is 442-6745. Remember it. Ask my Mom if you can come over and fuck me. Say it just like that. Her name is Bonnie. Tell her I gave you the number. Remember, 442-6745. Tell her that I wanted to show you my new itsy-bitsy string bikini. She'll know it was me that gave you the number if you say that."
"I can't ask your mother that!"
"Why, she'll let you fuck me if you let her watch."
"Are you serious?"
"What have you got to lose, only don't call tonight. Call tomorrow at six. If my dad answers, ask him. He'd like to watch too."
The boys arrived and Sharon stepped back from the car. She let them dress her, but again, she didn't help. The car drove off. Jason, out of breath, said, "You're [puff pant] nuts [puff pant] do you [puff pant] know that [puff pant]?"
Trevor, even more out of breath said, "You [puff pant puff] could [puff pant puff] get [puff pant puff] us all [puff pant puff] arrested, [puff pant puff] you nut."
Sharon had been as scared as they were until the man pulled alongside and she saw his eagerness to get at her. One look at the lust in his eyes, and she wanted him. It was all she could do not to get in the car with him. With the dress back on, she thought about that. Sex was, indeed, a powerful force. She walked along thinking about dead girls along roadsides, and remembered she gave him her name and number with instruction to call, instructions that were sure to be warmly received by her horny parents.
After walking a block, the boys were breathing normally again, feeling giddy and laughing. Jason said, "What did that man want?"
"He wanted to fuck me, what do you think?"
Trevor said, "Figures. What did you tell him?"
"I gave him my number and told him to call tomorrow night and ask my mom for permission. I think she'll give it after tonight."
Jason said, "If he shows up, will you fuck him?"
"I'll have to. They'll expect me to. They'll want to watch."
Trevor said, "You don't sound too happy."
"It's just weird, don't you think?"
Jason said, "It's kinda cool if you ask me."
"Yeah, it is kinda. He was cute. He sure liked my tits. We're almost there. You'd better zip me up."
"Why not let the dress fall off when you step inside. That'll freak 'em."
"No, I want to do this just like we planned. I'm introducing you as my boyfriends. I've never had one. Coming home with two will be shock enough."
Trevor zipped her but didn't bother with the catch at the top. They entered the house together and caught her mother padding through in bra and panties. She made a dash for the hallway. Her father was reading the paper in his easy chair, wearing only the boxer shorts. He sat up, covering his lap with the paper and said, "Sharon, you could have let us know you had company."
"It's all right, Dad. I told them you guys like to be casual at home."
"Sharon, that's beside the point. Have them wait outside till we get decent."
Sharon shrugged and ushered the boys out. She waited with them. When the door shut, Trevor said, "Wow, your mom is a stone fox."
Jason said, "No shit. I see where you got your tits."
"Of course. I didn't get them from my dad, silly. Don't worry. She loved it. They're in there talking this over, I'll bet. I've never done this and Dad saw I wasn't wearing a bra. I forgot about that."
Trevor looked at her top and said, "Yeah, it's pretty obvious when your nipples get hard. Boy are they hard, now."
"Yep, that's what they're talking about. Jason. Quick. Hook my dress but unzip me all the way."
Sharon turned her back to him, pushed her hair up out of the way, and watched the door knob. Jason made the hook, and the zipper came down to her ass. She shook out her hair, then made a few turns, saying, "Is it obvious?"
"Yes, it's obvious. It's also obvious that you're not wearing panties, either. You said all the way."
"Pull it up a little, then. I don't want to be that obvious."
"I pulled it up enough, but now your hair hides the opening."
"That's okay. I have a plan. When we ..."
Her words were cut short by the door opening. Bonnie was there wearing a short dress, no bra, and a smile. She invited them in. Brad was back in his chair wearing his silk smoking jacket over Bermuda shorts, smoking a pipe.
When the door shut, Sharon said, "Mom, Dad, this is Trevor and this is Jason. They're my boyfriends."
Bonnie said, "Do you mean friends that are boys, or boyfriends?"
"No, boyfriends, as in boyfriends. I can't decide between them, so they both said they'd be my boyfriend. They agreed to share me."
Bonnie gave Brad a smiling look, then looked back to the three and said, "That sure is a mature decision for young folks to make. I think that's very wise. I hope this works out for you three. You make a cute threesome. Sorry about that exhibition, but I didn't know you boys were coming."
Brad said, "Yes, if she had known two boys were coming, she'd have been naked."
"Brad, honestly. You'll give these boys the wrong impression of me."
Sharon said, "No he won't, Mom. I told them you like going around naked and also like to skinny-dip in our pool."
"Sharon! You're giving away family secrets. Now, I see why you burst in unannounced. You must have been terribly disappointed to discover I wasn't naked."
"We were, but they knew it was a fifty-fifty chance. Maybe next time they'll get lucky."
Surprised but not shook, Bonnie smiled and coyly said, "Call ahead and the odds go way up."
Sharon turned her back to her mother and raised her hair, saying, "Mom, will you zip me up? One of them unzipped me and they both deny doing it."
Bonnie stared at the bare back and looked to Brad as though to confirm his assessment that she wasn't wearing a bra. She ran her fingers down the oval of naked skin on the way to the zipper tab. Before zipping, she pulled the material out and looked down the tunnel to her daughter's bare ass. She held the tunnel open to make certain Sharon knew her naked ass was being inspected. She held it as the boys stole a peek, then said "Well, that's the trouble you'll have with two boyfriends," then zipped the dress.
Sharon again shook out her hair and said, "Thanks, Mom. I'm going to show them my room, okay?"
"Sure, run along, but don't turn your back on those two. They look like sex maniacs to me."
The three kids laughed at her teasing joke and moved down the hall. Bonnie went straight to Brad's chair, waited for the door to shut, and excitedly said, "She's naked under that dress, Brad--stark naked."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure. I looked. There's no panties on that girl, and I think that little charade with the zipper was to let me know she was naked."
"No, I can't believe that. Not Sharon."
"That isn't the Sharon that left the house this morning. I think she's had sex. I think she's been fucked. She had that look about her, that ex-virgin glow. And showing up with two boyfriends, taking them straight to her room. Brad, I think we finally got through to her. She knew we wouldn't mind, and those boys had no qualms about looking at her naked ass. They knew I wouldn't mind if they took a peek. Hell, they acted as though I were pulling it out to show them. She had to tell them it was okay, that we were cool."
"God damn! Do you suppose they're in there fucking?"
"I wouldn't be at all surprised. Why wouldn't they be. We're cool parents."
"Go listen at the door."
"No. Let's leave her alone. This is not the time to be putting pressure on her. If she thinks we're spying on her, we'll just drive them to wherever they were before they came here. We don't want that, do we?"
"We also don't want her screwing behind a closed door."
"Give it time, Brad. She'll come along. Let her get comfortable with the idea. I'll bet she's ready to go skinny-dipping. If things go well, I'll suggest it. I think she'll jump at the chance. I know those boys will."
"She's definitely opening up. You're right. I'm just so fucking horny, I want it all right now."
"Typical man. Be patient. I don't care if they're in there for three hours. When she comes out, we don't look at her any differently. We have to be our usual selves, no questions, no dirty looks, no nothing, cool, got it?"
"I'll be okay unless she has cum running down her legs."
"I don't think those boys are old enough to be squirting semen. Still, I hope she uses the rubbers we gave her."
"I hope she don't, and I hope they're fertile little fuckers."
"I forgot ... your preggo fantasy. Now that the reality is upon us, are you still wanting to stick to the agreement?"
"Hell yes. Giving her rubbers is as far as you're allowed to go. If she won't use them, you can't say a thing."
"I know, I just can't believe you actually want to see her get pregnant."
"Well, I do, and when it's my turn in the saddle, if she doesn't tell me to wear one, I get to fuck her raw. We agreed. We can put the baby up for adoption, but if she gets pregnant, she stays pregnant."
"Look, if it means that much to you, and Sharon goes along, I am not that opposed to the idea. I'm not trying to ..."
They heard the bedroom door open. Brad whispered, "That's too soon."
Bonnie quickly took a seat on the sofa and grabbed a magazine--"Sports Illustrated." They heard the kids enter the room, but neither looked up until Sharon said, "How do you like the suit?"
They both looked up at those words and saw their almost nude daughter pad out before them and do a turn in place. The suit barely hid the nipples, and the pad in her crotch exposed most of her small patch of fine pubic hairs, basically forming a cradle for her clit, leaving the base of her pubic lips bare as the bottom of the pussy patch was wedged between the lips.
The crotch triangle should have been enough to completely cover her sex, but she had it worn too low and someone had intentionally stuffed the excess material into her crack. What showed could have been covered by a quarter. The rest was just string. She was naked or as good as.
Brad was speechless and Bonnie took a few deep breaths as the boys sat on the sofa to her left. Trevor, sitting thigh to thigh with Bonnie, said, "She looks great, don't she?"
Bonnie got her words formed and said, "Yes. Great."
Sharon faced her parents and said, "I showed them my birthday present and they insisted I try it on. I found out that with boyfriends, you can't say no. If they hadn't helped, I'd have never figured this thing out. I don't see how anyone can put one of these on by themselves."
Bonnie said, "That's why I offered to help."
"So, does it look right?"
She did a slow turn, then began a walk to-and-fro as a model might do, putting a sexy sway in her step that had her father's eyes swaying. They all watched her act in silent awe. After several trips back and forth, she started in on poses. The poses were routine swimsuit poses with her arms up fanning her hair, chest out, one knee cocked and bent out, revealing a stuffed slit and bare pubes.
She fished for compliments and opinions. The boys complimented everything. Brad still couldn't speak. Bonnie loved seeing her daughter behave so shamelessly and wanted to encourage her. She said, "To be honest, the top looks dumb. I think that suit would be better as a topless suit. I think you should take the top off and just wear the bottoms."
Sharon said, "Okay," then pulled a string at her back and discarded the top. She rubbed her tits, then thrust them out, saying, "Is this better?"
Bonnie said, "Oh, yes. That's much better. Isn't that better, Brad?"
"Much better."
She danced her titties before each spectator much as a stripper in a topless bar would play to the front row seats. When she got to her father, she stood between his knees and leaned forward, sticking her chest out, saying, "Am I developing properly, Daddy?"
Brad couldn't resist. He made a living bra out of his hands and examined his daughter's mammary development. He rolled the turgid nipples in his fingers, molding the drum-tight flesh, feeling her up with total abandon. Bonnie finally had to admonish him, saying, "Quit playing with her tits so she can finish modeling her suit for her boyfriends. You have your own titties to play with. Sharon's titties belong to them."
He let go and Sharon returned to modeling poses centered on the two boys. The poses became obscene when she did rear poses with her ass jutted out, bent low from the waist. They could all see her stuffed pussy when she posed like that, and she posed like that more and more.
She went to stand before Jason and danced for him, saying, "Do you like my topless suit, Jason?"
Staring into her undulating crotch, he said, "I love it. You've got great titties, now turn around and show me your sexy ass."
She turned and bent forward, looking back along her right hip as he stared into her ass not two feet away. She said, "How's this? Is this your favorite pose?"
"No, I like the one where you bend low and look back between your knees with your feet out wide."
"You mean this one?"
As she assumed the vulgar pose, Bonnie looked over to Brad and rolled her eyes. Brad bit his lower lip and made a face of anguish as Sharon looked up from between her knees at the obscene rear-shot beaver she presented and said, "I know why you like this one, Jason. You have a dirty mind."
She danced over to Trevor and said, "Do you like my suit, Trevor?"
"Yeah, it's great. Can you bend back and touch the floor? That's my favorite pose."
"That's not a pose. That's gymnastics, and I think you have a dirtier mind than Jason. You just want to look between my legs."
"Come on, he got to see you in his favorite pose."
Bonnie said, "Sharon, fair is fair. If that's his favorite pose, I think you should do it. You can't do for one and not the other."
Sharon did not expect this response, but was thrilled by it. She made a show of reluctance and said, "Oh, all right, but he just wants to get a good look between my legs. If you don't mind, I'll do it."
"Why should I mind? He's your boyfriend. Do you think I'd be jealous? Envious, maybe, but not jealous."
"Okay. Mom, would you put your hand in the small of my back to support me while I go down."
Bonnie gave Brad a secret smiling wink before scooting to the edge of the sofa and turning in toward Sharon, placing her back to Brad. Sharon planted her feet wide as Bonnie placed her right hand at the top of her daughter's ass and wedged her knee to the inside of Sharon's left leg. As she went back, her knees went out, in part due to the presence of her mother's knee being in the way, forcing hers out, opening the plane of her crotch as she went lower. After Sharon settled to her hands in a crab walk position, Bonnie kept her hand in place because it offered the excuse to stay hovering over the scene. She looked down on her daughter's pussy, a pussy stuffed with material, but otherwise naked.
Trevor sat forward to stare openly at Sharon's pussy. Brad couldn't see a thing and got out of his seat to stand behind the sofa, looking over Trevor's head. Sharon couldn't see a thing and said, "Mom, is Trevor looking where he shouldn't?"
"Honey, he's looking right where I'd expect a boy to look at a girl in this position."
"I knew it. That's why he likes this position. I'll bet he's the one that unzipped my dress."
"I don't think you can jump to that conclusion."
"Can I get up now, Trevor? Did you get an eyeful?"
"Not yet. Jason wants a look."
Jason had scooted in close so that they both sat between her knees and Trevor was up tight against Bonnie. Sharon said, "Not both of you. You're both looking between my legs, aren't you? Aren't they, Mom?"
"Yes, honey. There's not much else to look at to be honest."
"They can't see any of my pussy, can they?"
Sharon had never said a dirty word in her life, so hearing her say 'pussy' was almost as big a shock as looking at it. She and Brad used the vulgar terms liberally in the hope she'd start using them, but 'pussy' was the first success. Bonnie, encouraged more than ever, said, "I'm afraid so. They can see most of your pussy. The only part of your pussy covered is the clit. The rest of the material is wedged between your cunt lips. Weren't you aware of that?"
Sharon knew using the term 'pussy' instead of vagina would turn things up a notch, but her mother's use of the vulgar term, 'cunt lips' told her that her mother wanted it cranked up another notch. Sharon said, "That's what I was afraid of. It felt funny down there, but Trevor did the bottoms. Can you fix it so it covers my cunt lips?"
"I'll try."
The boys watched this scene and knew their well-made plan had been tossed out the window, mostly because the mother was taking charge and Sharon was going along. After a brief posing session, they were to return to the bedroom and should have been fucking at this point. Neither minded as the show was even better.
Bonnie ran her index finger in under the edge and lifted, exposing the clit and pulling free all the material stuffed in the slit. This made the bottoms loose. Bonnie removed the finger and said, "I'm going to have to retie the bottoms. I'll need both hands, so be ready to support yourself or get up."
"I'll support myself. I can't get up until they say I can get up."
"Well, I'm glad that something I taught you sank in."
Sharon knew of no such lesson, but said, "You mean that a boyfriend must always get what he wants?"
"Exactly." Bonnie pulled both ties that held the bottoms on and they fell to the floor. She said, "Oops, sorry. I'm afraid the cat's out of the bag now, Sharon, or should I say the pussy is out of the suit."
"Oh, great. Now they can see everything."
Bonnie grabbed the bottoms and clumsily wadded them, bringing up a tangle, saying, "Oh, damn, they're all in a mess. This'll take a while to figure out, Sharon. I'm sorry, but you'll have to remain totally exposed for a while."
"The harm's done. I'm sure they don't want you to hurry now that they have me totally naked, especially in this position."
Bonnie made no attempt to untangle the mess. She was looking at the pussy with everyone else. She had the bottoms laying on Sharon's lower abdomen, serving as a table. She gave them a few flips and turns for Sharon's benefit, then tossed them at Sharon's first words of resignation. The boys smiled thank-yous at Bonnie's delaying tactic.
Bonnie enjoyed playing their game and knew she was giving Sharon a cheap thrill by playing along. No one was fooled by the game, but playing the game seemed the best way to continue. She finally said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but it's no use. I'm afraid you'll have to stay like that until they say you can get up. I can help support your back. How's that?"
"Thanks, Mom. I'm sorry about this. I hope you're not embarrassed."
"No, not at all. If you can take it, I sure can."
"I know. It's not your pussy they're looking at."
"Well, you wanted to impress your boyfriends. You accomplished that. Nothing impresses a boy more than a good long look at a girl's pussy. You couldn't give them a better look at your pussy if you tried."
"Or a longer one. Trevor, how long are you going to keep me like this? How long can you look at a pussy?"
"All day. There's still some we can't see. Can't you get your knees to go out wider? If we could see it all, we'd let you up."
Sharon widened her stance and brought her knees straight out to each side. Her cunt yawned open when her thighs were in a straight line, exposing all of her hole. Sharon said, "There, are you happy, now? Can you see all of my naked pussy?"
Everyone was happy now. Brad was behind the sofa jacking off. Bonnie was looking at a recently-fucked cunt hole. Trevor and Jason leaned closer and stared harder. Trevor said, "There's still parts we can't see. Your cunt lips are still touching your clit. We want to see that part, too."
Sharon said, "Mom, would you pull my pussy open for them, and see that they get a good look at everything."
"Sure, but you'll have to hold yourself up."
"Don't worry about that, just make sure they see everything. They won't be satisfied until they do."
Bonnie placed her fingertips along the lips and pulled apart. She kept her index fingers free to move parts around, pointing out the pee hole, the clit nub, the hood, the minor labia lips, and the entrance to the vagina. She took out every fold and wrinkle as she gave the boys a guided tour of her daughter's pussy. The tour took five minutes owing to Bonnie's thoroughness, allowing the boys time to study each part she highlighted.
When she could stall no more, she said, "Well, boys, that's all there is to my daughter's pussy ... unless you'd like to look inside."
Trevor quickly said, "Yes, we want to look inside."
"Sharon, is it all right if I show your boyfriends the inside of your pussy?"
The excitement came in a rush at her mother's unexpected offer. She eagerly said, "Yes. Show them whatever they want to see."
"I'll have to hook my fingers in the hole and pull out. This will be uncomfortable."
"That's okay, as long as they can see."
"Brad, bring a light will you? Take the shade off of your reading lamp and hold it between Sharon's legs. The boys want to look over our daughter's baby-making apparatus. A boy has a right to know his girlfriend has all the necessary reproductive equipment should he decide to make her a complete woman. Don't you agree, Bradley?"
"Oh, absolutely. Any boyfriend of Sharon's has that right as far as I'm concerned."
Sharon heard this but didn't quite believe what she was hearing. Neither did Jason. He said, "You mean, we can get her pregnant if we want to?"
Bonnie said, "That's right. Here we go. Now, we can see what we're doing. Relax, Sharon."
Bonnie's right index finger went deep inside as Brad came and stood on the opposite side from Bonnie, leaning over Sharon's hip, holding the light in line with the hole. The boys' faces peered around the bare bulb to watch the left index finger go in. Bonnie hooked both and pulled out. The pink tunnel opened and they could see what a gynecologist sees. Bonnie bent down to take a look. She looked for a hymen, and saw the remnants. She could see the cervix, and eased back so the boys could see.
Sharon found the exposure wildly titillating, but her mind kept going over what her parents had said. It didn't take a Rhodes scholar to know they were turned on to the idea of letting her get pregnant, though it defied all reason. Why did they give her condoms if they wanted her pregnant, she wondered.
Bonnie was back to giving her tour, but the inside tour only offered the cervix, the entry to the womb. She said, "Do you see that donut-looking thing with the small hole? That's the cervix, and that hole is where the sperm goes. That's the mouth of her womb, her baby factory. Are you boys ejaculating sperm?"
They both said they were. Bonnie said, "In that case, either one of you could get her pregnant. Sharon knows how we feel about the boy having the right to determine if she's to bear him a child. You are aware of our feelings on that matter, right, Sharon?"
"Yes."
Surprised at this unexpected response, Bonnie and Brad exchanged surprised looks. She had no way of knowing their feelings on the matter. They'd just arrived at them moments earlier while Sharon was putting on the suit. Brad urged Bonnie on. Bonnie said, "You understand that you have no say in the matter, right?"
"Yes."
"It doesn't matter how many boyfriends you have, each one has the same right."
"I know."
"If Trevor and Jason both decide they want you pregnant, you'll have to let them both try. Having two boyfriends doubles your risk, but you knew that. You did know that, didn't you?"
"Yes, I knew that. Mom, I think I have three boyfriends. I met a man today, a grown man, Daddy's age. He said he wants to fuck me. I told him he'd have to get your permission. He said he'd call tomorrow night."
"Really? Do you consider this man a boyfriend?"
"I'd like him to be."
"I'm sure he wants to check you out the way these boys did before he makes his decision. We'll have to explain his rights to him. Is that what you want?"
"Yes, just like you did with Trevor and Jason, exactly."
"That's what we'll do, then. Well, Trevor, Jason, I suppose you two will have to work this out with another boyfriend, but rest assured, we're presenting you with a fertile daughter, complete with all the necessary parts, including parents that recognize your rights to plant your seed in a fertile womb if that's what you want. As long as she says you are a boyfriend, she'll have to abide by our rules and allow you to inseminate her as often as you wish, assuming, of course, that you want her pregnant."
Trevor said, "I want her pregnant."
Jason said, "Me too."
"In that case, you may both fuck our daughter all you want, any time you want."
Trevor said, "I want to fuck her now."
"Well, you know what to do. Brad, put the light down and help support Sharon so the boys can fuck her."
The boys got their dicks out as Brad knelt at Sharon's side. He reached under to cup her ass cheeks and felt her full weight fall into his arms. As Trevor sank to his knees, Brad lowered her cunt to the level of his dick and watched as he pressed the head to her opening. Bonnie pulled the lips apart, offering a better view of the dick going in.
Trevor fucked hard and fast, then dumped a load of sperm in her pussy. As soon as he pulled out, Jason was ready and slid in effortlessly. He fucked slower, going all the way in and all the way out. Bonnie guided his dick for him whenever he became uncunted. Her hands were all over his dick and balls as she said, "That's it son, take it slow and easy. She's probably not ovulating right now, so this is just a practice session. Just enjoy a good fuck."
Sharon loved hearing those words. She could feel her father's lust in the way he gripped and massaged her ass cheeks. Her mother's passion was also in her hands, but more so in her voice.
The fucking felt wonderful after being so turned on, especially Jason's sloppy-second fuck. Having her parents' hands so intimately involved made it even better. She thought about their desire to knock her up, but the idea no longer bothered her. If they were turned on by the idea, which they obviously were, she was turned on by it, too.
Getting pregnant wasn't something she ever thought about, but now that the reality became a certainty, she thought hard about it. That Trevor and Jason went with the idea so eagerly surprised her. She didn't know that males thought that way about reproduction. Obviously, it wasn't just a male thing, because her mother was definitely turned on by it, and Sharon slowly came around to seeing it as a turnon.
Bonnie wanted to explore her new turnon while enjoying the slow fuck show. She said, "This man you met today. Do you think he'll want to make a baby in you, Sharon?"
"I hope so. I wouldn't want a boyfriend that wouldn't want me to have his baby."
"No, of course not. I was thinking, if you want this man, we could put it to him as a condition. In other words, if he's not willing to make a baby in you, he can't have you. If he is, he can have you anytime he wants you. I'll make it clear that your womb will always be available to him to plant his seed in. Would you like us to put it to him that way?"
"Yes. That would be perfect."
"Then that's what we'll do. Sharon, your father would like in on this project. He'd like a chance to get you pregnant, too."
"Okay. Can he be a boyfriend?"
"I don't see why not. Will you be her boyfriend, Brad?"
"Hell, yes. The more the merrier."
"Then you're after Jason. We'll just make this a family project. With all the fertile boyfriends you now have, all eager to impregnate you, we'll keep your womb swimming in sperm. All you have to do is make an egg."
Sharon knew very little of the mechanics of reproduction and asked, "How do I do that?"
"It's all automatic, sweetheart. You ovulate once a month, between your periods. There's three days there that you should be fertile. When did your last period end?"
"Last week sometime."
"Good, then you're coming up on one. You should be ripe in less than a week. You're going to be awfully popular by the weekend. We need to get this pussy in shape for some serious fucking."
"How will you do that?"
"By seeing that it gets lots of fucking, of course."
"Yes, I want lots of fucking."
"Would you like to bring in more boyfriends to help out?"
"Yes, lots more."
"We can help. We know men that would love to fuck you. My boss, for one. As you know, your father is good friends with your principal, Mr. Jennings. He'd like to fuck you."
"He already did. Today. He was my first."
Brad said, "Why that sneaky bastard!"
Bonnie said, "Sneaky bastard, hell. You practically handed her to him on a platter."
"Yeah, but he went behind my back to do it. He's still a sneaky bastard and a lousy golfer."
"Yes, well, you're going to have to let him win again, because this is making me hornier than hell. How was he, Sharon?"
"He was fantastic."
"That's what I thought you'd say. I thought the same thing. For a man with an average dick, he sure knows the moves."
"He fucked you, too?"
"You know very well he did. Not as much as I'd like, but enough to make me root for him on Saturday golf days. The winner gets the wife of the loser for that week. There's no saying no for the loser's wife. Your father practically owns Jessica Jennings' pussy, and he can share it with others."
Turning to the boys, Bonnie said, "If you'd like to fuck the principal's wife, be nice to Brad. She must be a terrific fuck, because he'd rather fuck her than me, and I'm a great fuck. Be nice to Brad and I'm sure he'll let you fuck me, too."
Jason said, "No kidding? Can we get you pregnant, too?"
"No! Sharon's is the only pussy in this house you can knock up, I don't care what he says."
Brad said, "Don't worry, boys. You can fuck Bonnie and cum in Sharon. That's what I plan to do from now on. As for Jessica, she's a better fuck, but then she's had more experience."
Trevor said, "Did you ever knock her up?"
"Yes. She stays fertile. That's part of the deal. That applies to Bonnie, too. When she roots for Dick, she forgets about that. I only lose on the week she ovulates. She's had more than Jessica because she won't carry the fetus as long as Jessica will. Jessica delivers; Bonnie aborts. How many have you had, Bonnie--six, seven?"
Bonnie said, "Nine, and I don't like them. He's right, though. You can knock Jessica up. I think she likes carrying the little bastards."
"She don't like them anymore than you do, Bonnie. She's just a better sport about it. She'll deliver; she just won't keep."
"Good for her; I won't. Put your babies in her womb."
Sharon cried, "Fuck me faster, Jason. I want to try Daddy."
Bonnie said, "No, Jason. Take your time. You're driving her mad. She just wants to cum. It'll be better if she has to wait."
Brad added, "She's right, son, make her suffer. We're in no hurry."
Sharon said, "Oh, god, you guys are so cruel. Daddy, tell us more about Jessica Jennings."
"You like that, huh?"
"Yes. She's such a classy lady, I can't believe you fucked her, much less got her pregnant. That is so cool."
Trevor said, "No shit. She's a fox. How'd this happen? How long has it been going on? Who all has fucked her?"
"All right, I'll back up. It started a year and a half ago. Dick and I had been playing golf for a year, and it became a regular Saturday event. We used to be close, their family and ours, but Bonnie and Jessica had a falling out. The truth is, they are two peas in a pod. They're so much alike, they got on each other's nerves. They both want all the attention."
Bonnie offered, "That's partly true. The main reason is, she was a hypocrite, always looking down her nose at me because of the things I wore or the language I used. Now, I look down my nose at her and she can't stand that. We're just better off not seeing each other."
Brad went on, "Anyway, as golfers do, we began playing for money. We'd wager on almost every hole. One day, I jokingly said we should play for pussy. He laughed it off, but after the game, over a beer at the nineteenth hole, he asked what I meant. I told him the winner should be able to fuck the other's wife without the loser getting pissed about it. At that time, neither one of us could have made the offer. Bonnie would have thrown a hissy fit, and Jessica would have filed for divorce."
Bonnie said, "Don't be too sure about that. I was horny even back then. As for Jessica, she was ready to divorce him if he didn't give her pussy away."
"Yes, but no one knew that at the time. Remember, that was back when Jessica was still the perfect lady, wife, mother, and she was still a full-time teacher. Having her pussy passed around was not high on her list of priorities. She hardly gave her pussy much thought at all, and that was their main problem. The sex had gone out of their marriage."
Jason said, "That would be rough sleeping with a woman like her if you weren't getting any pussy."
"It was rough, because Dick wasn't seeing any pussy, either. He hadn't had a whiff of pussy in six months. He wanted someone to wake his wife up, but more than that, he wanted Bonnie real bad. The poor guy could taste it, and when I showed him some naked pics I had, and described her in bed, I could make him tremble. I could swear the guy came in his pants looking at Bonnie's spread beaver."
Bonnie offered, "He likes to take pictures of me masturbating. We have hundreds. You'll like them. After we're done here, we'll pull out the secret family album. We even have some of Sharon when she was sleeping. She sleeps like a rock, or pretends to."
Sharon said, "I never pretended. Did you take pictures of my tits and pussy?"
"Sure did. We took some three nights ago as a matter of fact. When we said we wanted to see your tits, we meant it."
"Perverts!"
"Stingy bitch!"
"Wow, Mom, you never called me bitch before."
"Sweetheart, I never guided a dick in you before."
"Why not, I sleep like a rock."
"Even rocks wake up when you fuck 'em."
"Yeah, I guess they would. Well, I'm not going to be stingy anymore, but I like hearing you call me bitch."
"How about pregnant bitch? Would you like that better?"
"Oh, yes. I love that. I'll try as hard as I can. I want you and Daddy to help."
"You needn't worry about that. We'll keep you walking funny. Your father has a dozen men, all primed and ready, waiting in the wings. By the weekend, we'll have them lined up outside your bedroom door, a naked picture of you in one hand and a hard dick in the other. How's that for help?"
"Oh, Fuck! Jason, please! Fuck me hard. Daddy, please, don't hold me still. This is torture."
Brad laughed and held firmly to her buttocks. He said, "Don't listen to her, Jason. This is where you want to keep a woman, hanging at the edge. This is how I got through to Jessica--I tortured her."
Jason asked, "How'd you get to fuck her in the first place?"
"We worked out a deal where the loser had to help the winner seduce his wife. I let him win that first game, because I wanted him hooked on the deal. Bonnie was easy. I knew she would be if we took her dancing and got a few drinks in her. When we got home, all I had to do was pass out. She was still hot as a pistol and raring to go. Dick's a great dancer. It didn't take him long to dance his way to the bedroom. She woke up with a hangover and a strange man in her bed. I woke up on the sofa."
Sharon said, "I remember that. I remember seeing Mr. Jennings coming out of Mom's bedroom."
Bonnie said, "What did you think of that? We've always wondered."
"I can't remember. I guess I thought everyone got drunk and passed out wherever they could. I didn't think you two were fucking. Back then, that thought would never have occurred to me unless I actually saw you fucking. Even then, I'd have to see his dick in your pussy."
"Do you mean to tell me, as many times as you watched Dick take me to the bedroom without a stitch on, you never thought we were fucking?"
"I thought you might be, but I didn't know."
"And when we came out and his dick was all slimy, and cum was running down my legs, that wasn't a tip-off? We did that just for you."
"Mom, I never looked at his dick, and I hardly ever looked at you below the waist. If you'll recall, whenever it got too difficult to ignore, I'd leave the room."
Brad said, "Honey, I told you, she was in denial. If she'd have seen the evidence, she'd have not seen it. She would have blocked it."
Sharon said, "He's probably right, Mom. I'll bet I did see it, but I don't remember seeing cum on anyone."
Bonnie said, "Well, god damnit, I know you saw it. I did everything short of wiping my cunt on your face. If I ever get another week, that's exactly what I plan to do. I'd like to see you suppress that memory."
"I hope so, and I wouldn't want to suppress it. I'd want pictures taken. I've changed, Mom. Can't you tell?"
"I guess you have. Welcome back to the real world, soon-to-be-pregnant bitch."
"God, I love that. It's good to be back. If someone would let me cum, it would be great."
"We want you to suffer for all the shit you put us through. Jason, just give her the head to wiggle on. Brad, finish your story, but don't let her wiggle enough."
Sharon cried, "You guys are awful!"
Brad laughed as he watched his little girl squirm her little butt on the end of the boy's dick. He said, "She's everything I'd hoped she'd be, Bonnie."
"She's a fucking nympho, all right. I knew Dick would break her in right. Why wouldn't you listen to me?"
"Because, he's a principal and she's in his school. I just figured he wouldn't risk it, not with her."
"Well, you should have listened to me. I knew he would. That's all he talks about when he fucks me. I told you that."
"Yes, but fantasizing and doing are two different things. We fantasize a lot of things we'd never do. You thought the preggo fantasy was one, didn't you?"
"All right. Point taken. Get back to your story. Get her wiggling again. She's getting bored."
"Where were we?"
Trevor offered, "You lost the first game and helped him seduce Bonnie."
"Oh, yeah. Anyway, I won the next week, and we pulled the same routine on Jessica, only we wound up getting a room at the hotel where we were dancing. They have three kids at home, but I guess you guys know that. Isn't one still in elementary school?"
Jason said, "Yeah, Corrine is in sixth grade. Benny's in seventh at the Jr. High, and I think Carla is a Freshman at the high school."
Sharon offered, "No, she's a Sophomore."
Brad said, "Anyway, we couldn't fuck at their house because of the kids, so we got too drunk to drive and got a room with two beds. Jessica wasn't so drunk that she didn't think anything about that, but we promised to be gentlemen and give her privacy. She was in a great mood, so she finally went along. By the time we got her to the room, she was good and drunk, but not slobbering drunk, and not drunk enough to forget. We didn't give her any privacy, but she didn't ask for any. We both undressed her for bed."
Trevor said, "Wow, this is neat. I'll bet she looks great naked."
"She does, but you'll see for yourself. She looks like a model right out of Playboy. Well, the way we had her spread out, Beaver Hunt is more like it."
Jason said, "She let you do that?"
"She was putty in our hands and conscious the whole time. She loved what we were doing. Anyway, we dragged the going-to-bed preparations out as long as we could, but eventually, we all had to get under covers in the proper beds. When she dozed off, Dick and I switched. I slowly woke her up by playing with her pussy. Actually, I was under the covers eating her with the lights off when she woke up. It was easy to go from there to climbing in the saddle. By the time she realized we'd switched, she was doing all the fucking."
Trevor said, "Oh, man, that's so cool. She knew it was you, but she kept on fucking?"
"She had me in a death grip, fucking the shit out of me, and she wasn't being quiet about it. Finally, Dick turned the bedside light on. By then, we'd kicked off the covers, so it was all out there to see."
Jason said, "I'll bet that freaked her out."
Sharon had a powerful wiggle going that Brad had to stifle as he said, "Freaked? No, but it sure turned her on. When she looked over and saw her husband jacking off, she came unhinged. That's when I grabbed her by the hips and started my torture. I had her in tears, begging for the climax."
Sharon cried, "Fuck! I know just how she felt. Please let me cum, please! I'm dying!"
Everyone laughed. Brad went on, saying, "Jessica was in worse shape than Sharon is right now after Dick came over and sat at her side, raised her head and let her see the dick that had her going bonkers. We look about the same, flaccid, but I grow a huge dick, twice as big as his when I'm all the way hard. It's not twice as long, just twice the volume. She'd never had a dick that big in her. She took Dick by the dick and started jacking off for him."
"Oh, Daddy, please. I want to see your dick. I've never seen it all the way hard. Put it in me and do me like you did her. I want to feel what she felt exactly. Torture me, please."
Jason and Brad exchanged looks. Brad said, "Can you cum without triggering her orgasm?"
"Yeah, if I jack off."
Bonnie said, "I'll do the jacking off. You'll probably pound her clit. This has to be done right. Just keep the head in and think about that scene. Brad, keep talking."
Bonnie got her thumb and forefinger in a ring around his dick and pumped to within half an inch of Sharon's fevered pussy. Jason moaned, "Oh, yeah. That feels great."
Sharon cried, "Not to me it doesn't. I can't feel a thing. I can't even see a thing. This is awful. Hurry up, will ya."
Brad said, "Anyway, that's when we tell her about the wager. We had her in the right frame of mind to listen. She was all ears and cunt at that point. Dick did the explaining. We could see she was taking it well. She didn't voice any objection, and we got her to freely go along with the terms and conditions. Dick spelled them out, and they basically said her ass was mine for that week. She couldn't say no. She agreed to those terms."
"I'm cumming, Bonnie. Do it faster."
Bonnie pumped her hand in a flurry, but still managed to avoid contact with her daughter's pussy. When the semen began squirting, she slowed to a milking stroke and throatily said, "Oh, god, Brad, this is a dream come true, milking a spending cock into our daughter's fertile cunt. This is how I want to get her pregnant. I'd at least like to hold their balls while they inseminate our fertile little bitch."
"I'm sure that can be arranged. Who'd object?"
Sharon said, "I won't unless you're holding me still. I want you both to help out. At least give me something to suck on while you're knocking me up."
Bonnie, in a fever of passion, said, "I'll give you something to suck on, bitch, but it won't have balls."
"I don't care. I'll suck anything. I'll suck your cunt, Mom."
Bonnie stood and cried out as she threw the dress off, "Get that big dick of yours in her cunt, Brad. I'm going to give the horny bitch something slimy to suck on."
Brad got in Jason's place and took Sharon by the hips as Bonnie straddled Sharon's head. Sharon now rested on her head and shoulders, so she watched her mother's slimy cunt descend as she squatted. The cunt yawned wide with each descending inch. The boys dove from the sofa to lie prone on either side with their chins resting on Sharon's shoulders, watching the hot pussy get closer and closer. Brad watched as he got the head of his cock buried in a tight pussy.
Sharon watched the widening gash of the descending cunt. She'd seen her mother's pussy many times and knew she shaved the lips, but she'd never gotten a good look between her mother's legs. With the cunt a foot away from her face in the wide-kneed squat, she got a good look between the lips.
Her mother's cunt was much fuller than her own compact and tight-lipped pussy. Hers had more of everything with inner labia lips that hung outside the larger lips. Her clit was three times bigger, a mouthful, and the hole gaped to make a tunnel. What amazed Sharon was the slick and slimy appearance of everything between her mother's legs. She certainly was going to get something slimy to suck on, and very soon.
When Bonnie's cunt was within reach, Brad sank half of his cock in. Sharon's head came up and she licked at the slimy pussy gash. Bonnie held off, just in reach of the tongue tip, making Sharon work for it and giving everyone a great view. She braced her hands on her thighs and teased her cunt over the reaching tongue. She held her knees out wide to each side, presenting as good a spread as Sharon had earlier.
Bonnie went lower. Sharon tried to get her tongue out as far as she could while lapping furiously at all the hanging vaginal flesh. The boys reached in and pulled the shaved lips out of the way. Bonnie tilted her cunt up so that Brad could see exactly what their daughter was licking. Her hands moved sensuously up her body to squeeze her pendulous breasts as she said, "Oh, God, Brad, this is the ultimate! Look at this--our daughter licking my cunt."
Brad shook his head in disbelief as he watched his daughter's long, slender, pink tongue rimming the cunt hole of her mother. He said, "You got your wish; she's a natural cunt lapper."
"And you got yours. We'll have our very own preggo and we won't have to wait till she's in her late teens. She'll be showing well before she's even in her teens."
"Yes, and picture her nine months along in this position with a belly looking like she has a beach ball up her cunt, with bigger tits leaking mother's milk."
Sharon pictured this image and instantly understood their kink. She cried, "Oh, yes, picture that, Mom. Can you?"
"Yes, I can see that clearly. You're going to be an excellent preggo bitch aren't you?" Bonnie fanned her fingers over Sharon's taut belly as though feeling for the baby to kick.
Sharon buried her face in the lowering pussy, then paused to excitedly say, "Yes. I'll be perfect for you two. Keep me barefoot and pregnant. Keep me naked and pregnant. I want to be the perfect daughter."
Bonnie settled lower and cried, "Then quit talking and suck Mommy's clit." She braced herself by holding onto Sharon's tits and ground her cunt on the sucking mouth fastened to her clit. She went delirious as the powerful orgasm washed over her in powerful waves.
After the climax, Bonnie had to settle to her knees. She kept a wide spread as Sharon feasted on the juices seeping from her hole. Brad now had most of his cock inside Sharon's pussy, but he went slowly, not wanting to trigger her climax. Bonnie looked at the cunt lips stretched paper thin around her husband's cock and smiled, saying, "You must be in heaven, you pervert."
"I'm getting there."
"I just came from there." She leaned back and fanned her own cunt lips out so Brad could see Sharon's post-suck cunt-cream lap. Bonnie smiled at the way Sharon lapped at the hole, then said, "I still have one foot in heaven's gate as a matter of fact. You love Mommy cum, don't you, sweetheart?"
"Yes, I love it. Make more."
"That's your job." To Brad, she said, "Can't you get the rest in?"
"I'm bottomed out."
Sharon said, "No, I want more. Push harder, Daddy."
Bonnie said, "You may as well start the stretching. She'll be taking bigger cocks than yours by this weekend. Give her what she can handle. You only have three more inches to go."
Sharon cried out, "Yes, Daddy, make it stretch. I want you to get it all in."
Brad gripped her firmly by the hips and forced an inch in which made Sharon cry out, "Oh! FUCK!" She panted, then said, "That's okay, keep doing that."
Brad let her adjust, then pulled another half inch of dick inside, leaving only an inch and a half out. Each time he gave a pull, Sharon yelled, but each time, she ask for more. With one inch to go, and the progress measured by fractions of an inch, Brad said, "We'll have to wait longer each time to give your cunt time to adjust. We have all night, kitten. Just relax. We'll get it all in."
Bonnie said, "He's right. We have plenty of time. You just keep licking my pussy, slow and easy until I tell you to get on my clit. When I say that, suck like crazy till I cum. I should be good for seven or eight cums that way. Would you like a belly full of Mommy juice?"
"Yes, fill me up."
"I'd have to piss to do that, sweetheart. Of course, piss is Mommy juice. It's clean and can't hurt you. You know I'd never do anything that might hurt you."
Both boys looked up to Bonnie's face at that suggestion, but Bonnie was exchanging looks with Brad. The boys looked between the two adults and watched a silent exchange that appeared to say, "I have my fantasies that I want in reality, too, Bradley."
Brad's incredulous look said, "But that one? You'll freak the kid out. Say something to ease her mind. She's afraid you'll piss in her mouth."
"Wait and see how she acts. I'm testing her reaction. Just watch."
That was a lot of conversation to pass with only facial expressions, but the boys were sure they read it right. Everyone looked to the cunt that Bonnie now had spread open and tilted up. Sharon knew her mother was hinting or threatening. That was another sexual surprise that she had to ponder. The idea had never occurred to her, but the suggestion came with mental images that she couldn't get out of her mind. She couldn't possibly imagine anyone pissing in a person's mouth, much less expecting that person to swallow it. That was the suggestion. How else could she get a belly full, she reasoned.
With the cunt in her face, she could easily imagine the scene. She could see the urethra, the hole where piss flowed through. She pictured the amber stream flowing down her tongue and into her mouth to collect in a puddle for swallowing. Sharon tried to imagine swallowing a mouthful of piss and wondered if she could, if she'd keep it down, or wretch, gag, and sputter.
Her mother wanted it badly. She could tell by the way she presented her piss hole. Her fingers held the lips open, but her index fingers spread and pressed down the hood of her clit, pushing the urethra out like a tiny dick. There was a half-inch shaft to suck on should she lend herself to the bizarre purpose, and the way it was presented begged a suck, at least the focal point of her licking.
Sharon knew everyone was waiting to see what she'd do and could sense their desire to see her do it. Trevor ended the stalemate by saying, "Are you really going to piss in her mouth?"
Bonnie calmly said, "If she licks my piss hole, I may have no choice. A daughter should never lick her mother's piss hole when she has a full bladder--unless she's after a belly full of Mommy juice."
The gauntlet had been thrown down. She knew she had to decide to beg off, or lick the piss hole and get it over with. Another quarter-inch of Daddy cock being shoved in pushed her into the get-it-over-with column. When she recovered from the pain, she eyed the shaft of the urethra and gave a lick.
She prepared for the flood, but nothing came. She placed her tongue-tip at the hole to be more obvious, sending a clearer signal, then opened wide for the squirt. Still nothing. Frustrated, she started licking. When the licking didn't work, she sealed her lips over it and began nursing. It appeared she was sucking piss, and Jason excitedly said, "Are you pissing?"
"No."
"Why not? She wants it."
"I know she does, but she has to learn she doesn't always get what she wants."
Sharon let her head fall back to the floor in maddening frustration. In the space of one minute, she'd gone from dread, to acceptance, to craving for the maternal fluid. She actually wanted a belly full and knew she could hold it down. She knew she'd find the taste revolting, but she wanted to feel her belly bloated with her mother's piss. She wanted to suck her mother's bladder dry and lick the last drops.
She got her breath and said, "Mom, I want you to pee in my mouth. Do I have to beg for it? Is that what you're waiting for? All right, I'm begging. Please pee in my mouth. I want to swallow all you have. I want a belly full of Mommy juice and a cunt full of Daddy cock. Please, stop teasing me like this."
"Relax, Sharon. In matters of sex, nothing should be rushed. Anticipation ripens the fruit of the sex tree. You'll get a belly full, but in my own sweet time. Keep licking, and I'll give you a squirt. Try it and see if you like it. If you do, ask for more. I'll be all too happy to accommodate you, but at my own pace. Just take what you get and be thankful."
Sharon began licking, and licked for two minutes before she saw the signs of muscles relaxing in preparation for a release. The part she licked came out a full inch just prior to the dribbling flow that ran down her tongue and formed a tablespoon-size puddle in the back of her mouth before the flow was cut off.
Sharon held the meager offering as she settled her head and closed her lips. The taste was not disagreeable. She sloshed the warm piss and then swallowed. It went down like any other fluid, and she smiled, saying, "I like it. May I have more piss, please."
"That's the way. Now, here's how we'll do this. Get your mouth over my clit. Take in the whole thing, piss hole and all. Now, suck like a baby sucks on a nipple. No, don't try to get me off. This is different. Nurse on my cunt. I need to know what you want. If you want cum, tease my clitty nub with your tongue, but if it's piss you're after, nurse. That's it. Good. Now, if you do a good job of licking my pussy, I'll reward you when you come up to nurse. If not, you won't get any, so you'd better go back to licking and try harder. Got that?"
Sharon nodded while nursing. Bonnie rewarded her with a squirt which she sucked and swallowed, then for good measure, gave her another. When another didn't come, Sharon licked deep in the vagina. Bonnie smiled to Brad and said, "Now, I have both feet in heaven, and I see you're almost there. What is there, half an inch to go?"
"A little more. Maybe three quarters. She's doing fine."
"You're telling me. The thirsty little bitch is swabbing my womb. Trevor, go get two beers out of the fridge. I can see I'll need to replenish my bladder to satisfy this little piss freak. I'd offer you one, but we only have a six-pack. I'm going to need all six before this night is through."
Sharon returned to nursing like a trained seal that did the trick and now expected the reward. She earned three long squirts, then returned to do more tricks. Brad gave her another quarter inch. After an hour, he was in to the balls. Bonnie had downed four beers, and Sharon had a bloated belly. She couldn't take another drop, nor could she do more tricks. Her mouth was sore and her jaws ached.
Bonnie was stiff from holding her squat, so she got up and sat on the sofa with the boys. She threw her legs over their laps and gave them her pussy to play with while Brad picked up his story.
He said, "Where were we? Oh, yes, Dick had just told her his version of our agreement, which was the actual agreement. She accepted those terms so readily, I figured I could add some of my own terms and get away with it. Dick was as turned on as Jessica was, so I figured he'd go along.
"I wasn't sure if Jessica would, because my modifications were pretty far out, even in her excited and vulnerable state. I figured I had nothing to lose. We could always back off, negotiate a compromise deal, but I'd never have her so keyed up and agreeable, so I laid it all out for both of them.
"First, I said, I could take my pussy anytime, anywhere. The implication wasn't lost on her, and Dick knew exactly where I was headed. He'd taken his pussy at my home everyday that previous week, and let my daughter catch him. Hell, he flaunted it at her. He even walked out of the bedroom that following first morning with his naked, shiny cock swinging between his legs."
Sharon said, "I don't recall him being naked, not that time."
"We already established that you have a remarkable ability to repress. You saw what you wanted to see."
Bonnie said, "I came out naked, too. You remember that, don't you?"
"Yeah, it seems like it, but you were always running around naked. I probably thought nothing of it."
"You thought nothing of seeing me naked with cum runs to my ankles. That's how I was, and I was showing them off to you and your father. I knew I'd been knocked up. The fucker explained the golf wager while he was getting his morning fuck. Hell, I told him to cum in my pussy. I was in a rare mood that morning, let me tell you."
"I don't remember that. Honestly, I don't."
"God, all that good posing was for nothing. No wonder we never got anywhere with her."
Brad says, "She's right, Sharon, she was obvious as hell. When she said she damn near rubbed your face in it, she wasn't exaggerating, even that first time. I was shocked at her behavior. She did a one-eighty overnight."
"Well, I don't remember being shocked by anything except her being naked in front of my principal. That's all I thought about, that and what he must think of us."
Brad laughed and said, "This is too much. It's funny, now, but at the time, and for the past year or so, we thought we traumatized you. We figured you thought we were sick. They never got as bad as they did that first time. They'd just fuck and not hide it. Bonnie never waved her freshly-fucked beaver in your face after that morning."
"Wow, Mom, you did that?"
"Honey, remember that pose you did for Jason with your ass to him, looking between your knees. I did that to you at the breakfast table while pretending to pick up a dropped fork. I'll bet your face wasn't two inches from my beaver, and I held that pose for almost a full minute, pretending to search for the fork I dropped on purpose. I could see you staring right into my spermy cunt the whole time, just staring. It was all I could do to keep from backing up and feeding you a breakfast you'd never forget. If I had, you'd probably have forgotten that, too."
"Wow, this is weird."
"You're telling me. Go on, Brad. Keep to the story. You guys will like this. It gets much better."
Brad said, "It does. Anyway, Jessica mulls this shocking development over. She's a good mother and very protective of her kids and her image. She knew this meant I could come to their home. To make sure she understood, I said, 'When I show up, you have exactly one minute--sixty seconds--to bare your pussy and be in a position to receive a fucking. You won't have time to arrange for a sitter or hustle the kids off to grandma's. You'll barely have time to get us behind a closed door.'
"I figured her logical response to this was to ask what the penalty was for failing, but she never asked. What she did do was fight to get more cock in her. Dick and I exchanged surprised looks at this reaction. We knew we'd struck pay dirt, so I added, 'Don't even think about hiding this from your kids. I won't hide. If anything, I'll stall until you're forced to strip down in front of them and deliver the pussy I won fair and square, right out in the open where they can see it being delivered.'
"Well that news really hit her hard. I had to grip her as tightly as I could, like I have to do now with Sharon. Relax, honey, you're not nearly as strong as Jessica. You're just making things harder on yourself."
"Oh, Daddy, please fuck me. I can't take this anymore."
"Jessica couldn't either. I had her begging, and Dick was in shock. I made her agree to those terms, and she readily agreed. I even made her say she'd fuck me in front of her kids. She said it, but then went on to say, 'I won't try to hide anything from them. It's your pussy to do with as you please. You won it fair and square. I'll be a good sport about it, I promise. I'll strip naked at the door, then lie down where I am and present my pussy to you like this.'
"She grabbed her feet by the toes and pulled her legs wide, making an obscene spread that neither me nor Dick could believe she'd actually follow through with. She saw we weren't buying it and said, 'I will. I swear I will. If the kids gather around to look, I'll still hold this pose, waiting for you to tell me what to do. I'll get vulgar if you'd like. I'll say anything you want me to say.'
"I told her I wanted her to say, 'Fuck my horny cunt, Brad. Please fuck my cunt.' She said the words and assured us she'd say them in front of her kids."
"Oh, Daddy, PLEASE!"
"Easy, kitten. I'm not through. It gets better. Keep in mind that she has never gone back on her word. Everything I'm going to tell you, she's done many times over, exactly as she said she would in the heat of drunken passion."
Trevor said, "Wow, Jessica Jennings actually did that?"
"Son, that's nothing. I was just getting warmed up. After that surprising success, I wasn't about to stop. I told her she'd have to get off the pill and present me with a fertile pussy to fuck, that there'd be no pulling out and no condoms. She made me a promise to keep me informed of her fertile cycles so I could play my best game on the week she'd be most fertile.
"I said I'd be handing out special business cards with Jessica's name and address stamped on the back, and that when someone knocked at her door and presented one of those cards, she was to treat him as she treated me. She agreed. So far, I've handed out over a hundred of those cards to possibly twenty different men. No one has ever complained. Like I said, she's a woman of her word."
Trevor said, "Will we get a card?"
"Sure, why not. I give one to her son every week that I have her, which is damn near every week. She honors those, so age doesn't seem to bother her."
Sharon said, "Dad, I want ten--one for each boy in my class. Please can I?"
"Okay, but they'll be date stamped. I don't want a pack of kids showing up all at once. Dick wouldn't like that."
"That's fine. Can I get them by tomorrow?"
"Sure, just remind me. Well, that's about it. Are you ready now?"
"Fuck, yes!"
Brad pulled out all the way to start from an entry. Bonnie guided his cock for him, and seconds later, Sharon received her biggest cock so far, nine thick inches of Daddy cock that took her breath away. She came shortly thereafter. She came a second, third and fourth time before her daddy added his deposit to the sperm bank. When he pulled out, she was a rag doll and collapsed to the floor.
They all stood over her limp body, smiling at her and at each other. Sharon slowly rolled her head and looked them over, smiled, and said, "God, I love getting fucked."
Bonnie reached down to pull her to her feet, saying, "You'll love getting pregnant even better. Come on, nympho slut. I have a full bladder. I need to show you the finger down the throat trick. I'll be damned if I'll ever pee in porcelain again."
She gave Sharon a playful swat on the fanny and sent her giggling and jiggling on ahead. Bonnie paused in the hall entryway to look back at the smiling guys, saying, "I know I'm a sick puppy, but this sick puppy is in heaven."
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