Sex Class--Day Two

By: Phil Phantom

Copyright © 1997 ALL Rights Reserved


Judy talked with Carol Hastings and Sandra Stewart for several hours on the phone Monday night. She had to explain how the day went, but Sandra's conversation was cut short by a familiar young male voice in the background saying, "Quit teasing me, bitch, and give me some pussy." She next heard Sandra say, "Gotta go!" [click]

She spoke with Carol Hastings while Tiffany licked Carol's pussy. It wasn't easy carrying on a conversation with a sexually distracted woman while masturbating, but she did the best she could. They spoke mostly about the man fucking Tiffany.

They did manage to exchange some information, filling in many of the details Judy needed in order to deal with other parents. They decided to meet at Judy's house the next day (Tuesday evening at 8 p.m.) after school so they would not be disturbed. Judy said she'd invite Barbara knowing Barbara went everywhere with the dog. One distraction wouldn't be bad, and would insure that the other two showed up.

In class the next day, Judy kept her clothes on and kept to her word to allow touching as she mingled through the students at their desks. Nudity was kept to a minimum. She never wanted nudity to become common-place or an orgy atmosphere to take over the classroom. Humiliation was a key ingredient in establishing discipline, and excessive nudity or free sexual behavior neutralized humiliation.

To re-establish the proper atmosphere after the tumultuous first day, she maintained a classroom environment and focused on the personal sex histories, giving each student the floor to make a full confession, determined not to let the class degenerate into a sex-fest group-grope--a cluster fuck--though she knew she was the one most likely to kick a cluster fuck off, and the least likely to stop one once it started.

Judy had chastised herself a dozen times for letting that first day's success run away with her. She'd gotten completely carried away and resolved not to let that happen again. When she first looked at herself in the mirror on Tuesday morning, she reaffirmed her resolve to keep cool, remain calm, and always maintain control.

As she made directly for her classroom, she regretted the impulsive orders issued the previous afternoon, the orders creating a cadre of five whore teachers; who, if all went according to plan, were preparing to launch outrageous careers. The shit would hit the fan, but that was Dick's problem. She tried to put that out of her mind knowing he'd jump in and restore order in short order. She had her own problems to think about.

Tuesday had a mission--to learn more about the private lives of her students and the families they came from. By the time she arrived in the classroom, she had strengthened her resolve. She even wore panties. She began the class with a long lecture about goals, rules, order, discipline, and the need for absolute honesty and secrecy. She selected the most open and most experienced to go first so that those that followed would be less inhibited.

Tiffany went first, followed by Rachel then Robby. Their stories, especially Tiffany's, took up most of the morning, with Tiffany taking up the first two hours. She had her fellow students riveted, and Judy was stunned at the tales she told.

Tiffany revealed that she figured out her mother's perversion early on, and began cooperating in her own molestation early on. She developed ways of putting strange men at ease, knowing her mother was watching everything from one of her numerous secret hiding places.

Robby bragged for an hour, and Rachel went on and on about her Aunt Susan and her mother--the sexy bitch that her father's mistress could make do tricks.

Judy would have liked to follow with Sharon, then introduce Trevor and Jason, but by noon, they still hadn't showed up. This was a good sign, but it also made her nervous not knowing exactly how things had gone.

Just as they were about to break for lunch, Connie Blackwell knocked on the door and poked her head in, ignoring the do not disturb sign: "Judy, got a sec?"

Judy suddenly remembered that Connie was to report to her when all whores had completed their missions. She saw there was twenty minutes left before the noon recess, so she dismissed the class early. Kids filed out as Connie filed in. With the last kid out the door, Connie said, "It's done, Judy, all five of us did it. Boy did we do it."

"Did what, Connie? What exactly did you do?"

"You know ... what we discussed we'd do first thing this morning, what you ordered us to do."

"Oh, shit, Connie. You didn't. Please tell me you didn't."

"What do you mean, tell me you didn't! You told us we had to. You ordered."

"Jesus Christ, Connie. I can't give orders. I'm a teacher just like you."

"Why are you dealing me this crap now? We did it, God damnit! We're whores. We announced, we stripped, and we pulled little choo choo trains on our fucking desks with our students and our own children watching. Between us, we fucked fifty, sixty, maybe seventy little boys. I personally nursed that many and had my hooters honked more times than I care to count. Little brats have been trying to tune Radio Free Europe in on my nipples all morning. Don't tell me you did this on your own. Don't tell me you're not connected. This isn't funny, Judy. It's not funny one damn bit."

"I never said I was connected. I never said shit about connections. I just told Jennings where to get off, that's all. You guys thought I was connected? Where did you get that crazy idea?"

Connie flew into a war dance, shouting, "Oh SHIT! OH FUCK! Oh, God damn a Chinaman! Damn you, Judy Elders! Damn you anyway!"

"Damn me? You started this. You wanted this. All I did was give you what you want. All I did was give them what they want."

"They didn't want this! I wanted this for them, but not from a fellow dumb shit teacher."

"Don't call me a dumb shit. You're the dumb shit. Remember, 'assume' makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me.' You taught me that. You assumed, Connie."

"All right, I'm sorry. You're right, I assumed, but it was a pretty god damn safe assumption. I mean, God damn, Judy, you taught class dressed like a hooker and when you got called on the carpet, you tell the boss to go fuck himself. Look what you did to Marge and got away with. You had to be connected. You had to be. How do you know you're not?"

"I think I'd know if I was. Yes, I'm tight with Dick, but that's just between me and Dick. Hell, he's scared shitless. His connections are very weak and hanging by a thread right now. I'm sorry, but that was all my idea and I got my ass reamed royally for it."

"Before or after you issued those orders?"

"Well, before."

"Fuck, Judy! What were you thinking?"

"What did Dick do?"

"Nothing, yet. He hasn't been on campus all morning. Even if he was, he wouldn't know. We didn't do this out in the halls. It was all done in our classrooms, but it's getting around, now."

"Well, what's done is done. Tell him I told you to do it. I'll take the heat."

"I can't tell him a rookie teacher told me to be a whore so I stripped naked in the classroom and fucked my students. They can't either."

"I don't see why not."

"Don't you see? You have to be connected, I mean connected way up there, connected to this Hal Peterson guy who runs the rape gang, the guy who rapes Cindy Greyson at will and rubs Estelle Greyson's nose in it. If you could call the rape gang down on us for giving you any shit, any teacher would hop when you say hop, shit when you say shit, fuck when you say fuck, and would be thought a fool if she didn't. That's an excuse a husband would buy, a family would buy, a principal would buy."

"You guys thought I could get you raped?"

"Not just us, our families, our kids, our possessions, our lives. Don't you read the paper? That's the only way we can do these things and be seen as heroes, martyrs, mothers who make great sacrifices to spare their families. That's the only way we can be martyr whores. Now, we're just dumb whores with sore hooters."

"Well, you are dumb whores and you deserve sore hooters. Christ, Connie. How dumb can you get. You could have asked me, you know. We are friends, you know. At least I thought we were."

Connie plopped down in a student desk and hung her head in her hands, saying, "I know, I know, I fucked up. I guess I just wanted to believe it so badly, I didn't want to take a chance of it not being so. God, did I fuck up. I am so screwed, Judy, I mean skeeerood."

"I don't see why. You're the only one that knows."

Connie slowly looked up, then sat up, then said, "That's right. The others still believe. Oh, wait. What about Dick? He'll know, and he's the one that'll blow this wide open, very soon. He may be out looking for me right now. He's back on campus."

"Let me handle Dick. He doesn't think I'm connected, yet."

"What are you saying?"

"I'm saying let me handle Dick. Refer him to me, Hal Peterson's babe."

"You've slept with Hal?"

"No, I've never met the man, but Dick doesn't know that."

"He will with a phone call."

"I doubt it. He doesn't want to draw any attention to himself or his school, and the last thing he wants is to appear unable to control his teachers. All I'd have to do is drop a hint and act connected. He'd assume just like you did."

"It might work. It's worth a try. I could tell him you're connected with Hal. He knows we're best friends. I'd know. That's what everyone else thinks--assumes. I'm the one he'd check with."

"Now, that he would do. I'm beginning to get a clearer picture. You told everyone I was connected to Hal, didn't you?"

"Well, yes, sorta."

"When?"

"Right after you left the lounge to go see Dick."

"Fuck, no wonder everyone was walking on egg shells. No wonder Marge took it."

"You made a believer out of Marge. You made a believer out of everyone who saw you make a believer out of Marge. June had no doubt."

"Well, we're stuck with this charade, now. Our biggest problem now will be Hal getting wind of me riding his coat tails for free."

"Go fuck him."

"I'm keeping a low profile. The only connection I want with that man is by inference. What I'm doing is nuts, but what he's doing is digging his own grave."

"You're right. Sooner or later, Estelle will bury that fool and anyone associated with him. He doesn't realize who he's fucking with. He's new to this area, like you. Low profile is the way to go."

"Yes, and that goes for you martyr fuckers. Party's over. All orders are canceled."

"Wait a minute. Why end it? It went smooth as silk for a junior gang bang. What's done is done. Why undo it. What reason would you have for undoing it or even back stepping? That wouldn't look right."

"You must like sore hooters."

"I can adjust. They'll toughen up over time."

"Do those little dicks do anything for you?"

"What they lack in quality, they more than make up for in enthusiasm and sheer numbers. It ain't bad, not bad at all. I'll say this much, the little fuckers sure love screwing a teacher."

"Do the other martyr fuckers feel the same way?"

"They'll come around. They're over the hard part. Give them time to adjust."

"All right, but if Dick freaks too badly, I may end up compromising. I have my own thing going and I'm not jeopardizing that to save your dumb assuming ass."

"How is that going?"

"So far, way ahead of schedule. So far, no complaints, no balkers, no whiners, quitters, or even hedgers. The kids are all onboard, and the parents don't appear to present a problem. At least, no problem has surfaced, yet. Today, I'm getting them to relate family sex histories--very heavy stuff, much more incest than I expected."

"I wouldn't be surprised. Most girls who grow up here lose their cherry to a close relative, usually a little later on, but incest is quite common, and getting your first experience with an adult is the norm for both sexes. Kids fuck with adults until they're ready to date, and for most, that's sixteen. A girl is still considered cherry if she hasn't fucked a boy or ever gotten pregnant. We don't put much stock in hymens. No one expects to take a cherry to the altar, and girls feel no pressure to hang onto a cherry. They're under great pressure to lose it. A cherry is a baby."

"So I'm finding out. This place has a culture unto itself."

"It does, but you don't see it at street level. Generally, sex is kept behind closed doors or is driven out to the lake. Only recently has it hit the streets. We're not sure why, but we think Hal and his bunch are responsible. This all started when he came in. The odd thing is, Estelle brought him in, his bunch, too. For all we know, she may be behind this, using Hal as a cover. That would explain a great deal and would not be unlike her to do that."

"Yes, well, she's another one I'd just as soon avoid."

"I don't blame you. It's best to treat her like a poisonous snake. Keep your eye on her, but let someone else deal with her. Look, I'd better get out there and let Dick find me."

"Good idea. When you see him, tell him I'm taking lunch in my classroom. I'll expect him."

Connie stood, hugged Judy, then held her at arm's length to say, "I do appreciate you bailing my dumb ass out of this mess. I really do. I'll get with the others and tell them we must go easy and be more discrete in carrying out our orders. I'm sure Dick will demand it; you'll demand the opposite; and we'll be forced to walk a thin line between you two."

"Don't expect me to be demanding the opposite. Expect a compromise, a big one."

"Don't go overboard, Judy. Remember, we want to be martyr fuckers, all five of us, and if you must know, five more are chomping at the bit, waiting to see how this goes. It's going very well, so you can expect horny bitches to be dropping hints left and right."

"Pass the word that I want to be left alone right now. I don't want to deal with this distraction right now."

"Let me deal with it. I'll make the whores and say the order came from you. Come on, Judy, they'll all want a turn, at least. If some classes are getting pussy and some aren't it'll cause friction. Kids who can't get any will want it stopped so others can't get any."

"All right, but rotate them. No more than five whores working at any one time, but that's assuming I can get Dick to go along. There we go assuming again."

"He'll go along. Throw your weight around. He'll cave."

"We'll see, but you go slow and easy with this. If your activities threaten mine, I'll pull the rug out from under you and hang you out to dry. This is important to me, very important to me."

"I'll remember that. Thanks, Judy. You're a real pal, a sweetheart."

"If I'm a sweetheart, eat me."

"Fuck you. That only works when I think you're connected."

"Prude."

"Bitch."

"And proud of it."

Dick entered the classroom thirty minutes after Connie left, but he wasn't in a tirade. He calmly approached Judy's desk and when she set her papers aside and looked up, he said, "Why didn't you tell me you were fucking Hal?"

"Who I fuck is none of your business."

"You know what I mean, Judy. You could have spared me a great deal of anxiety if you'd just told me that Hal put you up to this."

"He didn't put me up to this. Someone else did, someone close to Estelle."

"Who?"

"None of your business. Suffice it to say, I have a get out of jail free card and job security."

"Must be nice. What about me, Judy? What do they say about me? I need to know. Am I being considered for the scrap heap? Have you heard anything?"

"We don't sit around talking about you, Dick. I hate to break this to you, but you are a very small fish in a very big pond."

"But you must have some idea. Please, Judy, Don doesn't give me a clue."

"Bull. He's not pleased and you know why."

"Has he told you why?"

"I've never spoken to Don, but I know why you were hired, and I know you've been a big disappointment. If you weren't such a good principal and the state weren't breathing down our necks at the time, they'd have probably placed Hal here. I think you're safe until this crisis is over."

"Well, I'm safe for a while then. Look, I want your help in being the guy they want. You're doing what I never could, but I think you're moving too far too fast. Christ, Judy, you have students gang banging teachers in the classroom. Becky Foster came to me in tears. Connie, probably volunteered. She seems positively thrilled by the whole thing. June, Helen, and Arnelle are on the verge of breakdowns. Whatever made you pick on those women?"

"They looked interested. They looked like they needed a good gang bang."

"They have families and kids in this school. Where you aware that Connie got their kids out of other classes so they could watch and participate in their mother's gang bang? That's heavy, Judy. That's cold."

"That's Connie. Talk to her about that. She had no such order."

"That figures. Do I have your permission to rake her over the coals?"

"Dick, you're the principal. I support you as the principal because you're supporting me. You are my boss. Don't ask me for permission to do what you feel you have to do to maintain order and discipline in your school."

"I appreciate that, but Connie is your bosom buddy."

"So what. She fucks up. When she does, she's on her own, and she needs to know that. I've already told her that I won't draw on my resources to bail her dumb ass out of any shit she creates. She's on her own when she acts on her own."

"How do I know what I can and can't do?"

"Dick, read my lips. Be yourself. I will never use my connections to hurt you or help you. I will help you all by myself, and I won't fight you with help if you won't fight me. I think we have a good working relationship. There is no one else to consider. Do what you have to do, because if you stop being a good principal, I'm afraid we'll lose you."

Dick breathed a big sigh, sucked a deep breath, and said, "Well, that makes me feel much better. I can live with this. I'll get Connie back in line. I'd appreciate it if you'd confine all activity to classrooms. I won't barge in on a classroom with a closed door. What can't be seen, can't be dealt with, and I don't act on rumors. It's a policy of mine, a new one, my see-no-evil policy."

"I'll pass that along."

"I'll pass that along. Let me be the principal."

Judy saluted and said, "Aye-aye, sir! Would you care to stick around for a little girl, perhaps some nice, tight, boy butt? Take your pick, take two, they're small. Invite Don and make a few brownie points."

"What about the parents?"

"Fuck 'em. If they don't like it, they'll suffer the consequences. The kids won't tell, so don't worry about it. They're whores, every fucking one of them. The boys know their asses and mouths are at my service. They are all ready, willing, and able to serve the cause."

Dick beamed a broad smile and said, "Outstanding, Judy. You're amazing. I will call Don. We will be around to pick a few. Plan on it. I believe you have this situation well in hand. Carry on."

"Give Connie hell. Here's a tip. She hates going down on beaver. Give her to Gwen and Gloria. Let them rake her over the lesbian coals. She'll straighten up fast."

"I'll do that. See ya later, alligator."

* * *

After the lunch recess, she called Jennifer Robbins to the floor, the first girl she'd exposed after Tiffany on Monday. Jennifer was the girl that reminded Judy of her childhood playmate. Jennifer was the one she'd eaten in class and given her first orgasm. It was eating Jennifer that led to a near cluster-fuck. She had a weakness for the girl that she needed to get under control. She figured knowing more about her would help break the tie to Jill, her first love and pussy-playmate. She didn't expect much from Jennifer, but she was eager to hear her story, so Jennifer got the nod.

Except for sibling hanky-panky, a bit of show and tell games, a close call with a rapist, seeing a few men peeing in public, and one flasher who jacked off for her, her story was rather dull and uneventful. By contrast to the others, Judy was surprised the girl wasn't booed off the stage--the stage being a pile of books. She was exactly like Jill, and the more she talked, the more exactly she became. Judy finally had to cut her off to keep from masturbating.

Brian Ackerton held promise because he lived with his mother and two brothers in a two bedroom apartment. Martha Ackerton was a gorgeous woman, a sexy doll who could pass as an Ann Margaret look-alike. Judy could not imagine such a woman, living in cramped conditions with three horny teenage boys, sharing one bathroom, and not having a juicy incest story come out of it.

Brian either wasn't telling or nothing ever happened. He sure didn't want to tell everyone he was a virgin, but he did, so she had to believe him.

She was about to call Gary Wilderson up, a boy she knew was no virgin and was a close second behind Robby in the stud department, when Sharon, Trevor, and Jason entered the classroom, smiling like three cats that ate six canaries between them.

Judy had Gary sit down. She called the three up and could tell by their smiles that they had a great story to tell. Sharon looked radiant, three years older, and bursting with her newfound sensuality. She wore a sexy dress and looked naked beneath it. Judy raised the front of Sharon's dress to confirm her suspicions and found a shaved pussy where the day before there had been hair. Her pussy also looked raw and swollen, juicy in the slit.

She dropped the skirt and said, "Well, it looks like you have an interesting story to tell. Class, this is Trevor Watkins and Jason McCree. They're transferring in from Mrs. Blackwell's class. They're too nasty for her, but they're just right for us. Take an empty seat, boys. I'll get to you later."

She turned to Sharon and said, "We're sharing sex histories. Why don't you start where we went to Mr. Jennings' office and end where you walk in this classroom. In other words, get right to the good stuff and don't leave anything out. And we want details, Sharon. Go ahead. You have the floor."

Judy took a seat at a student desk. She was as eager as the rest to hear Sharon's story. Sharon told the story well, and by hearing the part she was witness to, Judy knew the girl stuck rigidly to the truth, sparing herself no shame and sparing no one else. The boys turned red as she described the scene where they dropped their pants in the principal's office, then watched the redness deepen as she described their dicks in embarrassing detail.

She got nastier as she went along. The scene at the burger bar and the adventurous walk home floored everyone. They'd all eaten at the burger bar, but never had one of their famous pickles shoved up their ass. They lived or walked through the neighborhood she described. They knew the wet poodle and the bruised paperboy. They knew where the pickle was.

Sharon slowed when she got to the bikini scene, and produced the bikini as a visual aid. She not only described the event, as it unfolded, she put the suit on and modeled the poses. She described her mental processes as well. In doing so, most of the audience understood how she could drink piss and turn on to getting pregnant. Had she not done so, she would have left even Judy.

She told the story of her father's wager with Mr. Jennings as a side story, whole and uninterrupted. Because everyone knew who the story was about, she had them hanging on every word. Jessica Jennings had been the teacher for most of them the previous year, during the same time period that the story took place--the latter part of the first semester.

Judy knew Jessica very well, and would have doubted the story had Judy not been able to see the changes that came over Jessica during the period described.

She started off the school year very strict and no-nonsense, ultra conservative and stuck up. All of a sudden, she changed. She hadn't said two words to Judy that first semester, but by the second, they were the best of friends. Her wardrobe changed and competed with Judy's for being the most scandalous. In private, her language suited the streets. Sex was always on her mind, though she wouldn't say what she was doing.

If Brad's story was to be believed, it would explain everything, and also explain why she quit teaching after investing so many years and with the district so hard-up for qualified teachers.

The story left the students who had her the previous year stunned speechless. Judy asked for a show of hands to find out just how many former Jessica Jennings students there were. All hands went up except five, almost eighty-percent of the class.

She asked, "Did any of you have any reason to suspect this was going on?"

They all shook their heads, though they were still pondering the question. Suddenly, Cindy's hand shot up. Judy had her stand and speak. She addressed her former classmates, saying, "Remember when she caught her finger in the desk drawer and yelled, 'Fuck'? That was weird, and that happened sometime after the Christmas break."

Bobby Williams asked to speak and said, "We started the mirror thing in Mrs. Jennings' class because she started wearing her skirts real short. Don't you remember?" Several voices chimed in support. He went on, "Sometimes, she didn't wear panties, but that was in the last month. I think we all got to see her pussy. I know I saw it lots of times."

Judy asked the class, "Did she ever berate anyone for using the mirrors?" They looked at each other, but couldn't think of a single instance. Judy now knew the truth, smiled and said, "She had to know. I think Sharon's father was telling the truth. I'd stake a month's pay on it."

Sharon saved the best for last. She handed ten cards to her teacher. Judy looked at the back, at the date-stamped name and address of Jessica Jennings, then laughed out loud. Sharon said, "Trevor and Jason already have theirs. They're first."

Judy stood and addressed the class, saying, "I have here in my hand ten Jessica Jennings free-fuck cards, one for each boy that wants one. Trevor and Jason earned theirs, and the rest of you will have to earn yours. Who does not want to fuck Jessica Jennings?" Not a hand went up. "All right, fuck your mother and you get a card."

Robby's hand shot up. Judy smiled and handed the mother fucker a card, saying, "I know you did. I was on the phone with her when you made your move. Do we have any more mother fuckers? Before you put your hand up, I'll talk to your mother before you get the card." The three hands that started up, slowly went down. "I thought so. The three that started to lie--stand, strip, and masturbate."

The boys didn't hesitate. After hearing Sharon's exciting story, they wanted to masturbate. As Judy recalled, all three were ejaculators: Gary Wilderson, Billy Krough, and Bobby Williams--Tabatha Williams' twin brother.

As it turned out, Tabatha sat in the middle of all three, and was the only girl remaining that hadn't undergone an exposure or humiliating ordeal. Judy saved her for last as she seemed the one most likely to bolt.

Every boy except the two new additions had had to stand, strip, and masturbate, and some were four-time veterans. Every girl except Tabatha had received a sperm anointing--sometimes a drop, sometimes a hair full or face full. Unsoiled Tabatha soon became the target of all three. When she realized this, she bolted from her seat.

Judy was hoping for just such a violation of class rules, as it offered the perfect climactic finish for a thoroughly arousing tale and the completion of Phase I--the exposure/humiliation phase. Judy couldn't have planned it better if she'd planned it.

Tabatha was a living doll, a gorgeous little brunette with sensuous lips, big brown eyes, and a wisp of a girlish figure that was being transformed into a wisp of a womanish figure, complete with breast buds that bordered on full-fledged boobs. She was ready for the A-cup but still wore a training bra.

Everyone sat up and took notice when Judy caught Tabatha by the arm and said, "Where do you think you're going, young lady?"

Tabatha looked like a snared rabbit as she stammered, "I, uh ... They were ... I didn't want ..."

"You didn't want to receive an anointing of sperm. Is that what you're trying to say?"

"There's three of them."

"I know that. You should be triple thrilled. Haven't you learned anything in this class? You're a female, Tabatha. At least, you look female from the outside. Sperm is what you live for. Sperm is man juice. Females adore sperm. We love it in our bodies and on our bodies. We love the smell, taste, and feel of manly sperm, baby juice, the nectar of life. You run from it. What's wrong with you, girl? Do you have balls between your legs?"

Over the laughter, she tried to offer an excuse, but finally hung her head, a sign of surrender. Judy said, "Get naked. I have a special treat in store for you, young lady ... I said, get naked."

Judy came to class prepared with a simple device she threw together in the garage the night before. It was basically a ten-inch wide plank, three feet long, with a strip of wood glued to one end. She laid this plank on Tabatha's empty desk, making a ramp from the seat back to the forward edge of the desktop. The wood strip kept it from sliding off the high end as it caught on the top edge of the back of the seat.

Tabatha watched this being set-up while getting out of her pants. Judy was through in time to watch the removal of the blouse. Every kid in the class was kneeling on the seats for a better look. The masturbators slowed their strokes. The blouse came off revealing a strained training bra. Tabatha stood trembling in bra and panties after removing her shoes and socks.

Her eyes pleaded for a reprieve but got none, so she slid off the panties. Clearly, it was her tits that most embarrassed her, and it was her tits everyone wanted to see. Her little slit with a dark strip of hair to outline the crack was hardly worth looking at with her knees toed in standing in a crouch, but the breasts looked fantastic with their dark areolas showing through the thin fabric, and their hard outline clearly visible.

Tabatha stalled. Judy gave her a stern look. The bra came off like a T-shirt and the arms immediately crossed over the nipples before anyone got a good look.

Judy would have none of that and ordered, "Stand straight. Get those arms behind your back. Stick that chest out, girl. Now, get those feet apart, far apart. Show us you don't have balls."

Tabatha was near tears and red as a beet. Nevertheless, she followed orders and struck the pose Judy wanted. It was a striking pose of budding womanhood, a classic female form just blooming. The class thought so as well. She stood like the stripped martyr before the mob with the most adorable titties that seemed to have suddenly popped out on her chest. Her hard brown nipples looked so stiff and straight you could hang ten-pound lead weights from them and they wouldn't turn down.

Judy walked up and cupped the girl's pussy, pretending to feel for balls. She made jokes that made everyone else laugh, but this was just an excuse to apply expert pussy stimulation techniques to help get the blood flowing in what had appeared to be a dry, lifeless slit. Judy could actually feel the pussy swell in her hand. When the crotch began to feel full, warm, and gooey, she scooped Tabatha's limp body in her arms.

She carried the confused and frightened girl to the prepared desk and laid her, head-down, on the ramp. The girl went totally limp in her arms, and when laid on the ramp, remained limp. With nothing to support her legs, they fell out wide to each side. Her arms dangled to each side. She stared at the ceiling while the class jockeyed for viewing angles, now more interested in her pussy which was wide open at the top of the ramp.

Judy told the masturbators they could arrange their desks to suit themselves and told the class they could leave their seats. A jostling crowd quickly formed at the top of the ramp.

Bobby, Tabatha's brother, was happy with his desk as his desk was in front of Tabatha's. All he needed to do was turn around. She had to look past his dick to see the ceiling. Gary and Billy pulled their desks in to abut Tabatha's--one on the left and one behind. Trevor asked permission to join the masturbators, received permission, and pulled a desk up on the right side, completing the ring.

When he was all set with dick in hand, Tabatha was ringed with dicks in pumping fists, inside another ring of gawking onlookers who poked their amused faces in through every available space.

Gary stood directly before the girl's pussy and squatted only slightly to bring his dick to the open cleft. He was about to even the classroom score with Robby when Judy said, "No touching."

He already had the head in and was reluctant to give up. He whined, "Aw, Mrs. Elders, I won't fuck her. I just want to jack off in her cunt. Look. She don't care."

She didn't appear to mind, because she showed no outward sign. She laid perfectly still and never even tensed-up as the boy forced his dick into her tight vaginal passage. If the penetration caused her any pain, she didn't show it.

Judy, after getting a good look at the penetration, did not want to stop the boy. It was the most erotic spectacle the class had yet witnessed as a class. With all the sex-play they'd witnessed and discussed, they still hadn't seen an actual fuck. They were all gathered at the business end of Tabatha, abandoning her tits in favor of a real cock-to-cunt connection, a possible fuck in the making.

Judy needed more time to think this out. Gary was the type that wouldn't take orders without a fight. He was her obstinate one that only responded when the voice levels betrayed an impending punishment. To stall, Judy kept her normal voice and said, "There will be no fucking in this class until I give the word."

"I ain't fuckin'!" he protested.

"Call it what you will, but when you have your dick in a girl's pussy, you're fucking."

All the while she talked, Gary's dick moved. It moved by fractions with his pumping hand, but moved in by fractions more than out. He soon had half of his six inches inside and was up against the hymen barrier as evidenced by the wince on Tabatha's face.

Judy quickly tried to size-up the situation, first looking at Bobby, her brother. He looked ready to cum. No problem there. She quickly reviewed her parent scale and recalled that Donna and Larry Williams were in the cool column. She didn't recall why, or who put them there, but she felt she didn't need to worry about them should Tabatha run home and tattle.

She looked Tabatha over for signs and saw positive signs everywhere she looked: nipples hard, breathing shallow and rapid, face flushed, pussy juicing and swollen.

Her pussy, in fact, was in stark contrast to how it had been before Judy laid her out. Where it had been flat and formless, it was now in full bloom, like a flower opening, only this was one slippery flower. Judy never saw a pussy make such a radical transformation. She would not have believed it if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes.

The girl's vagina appeared to triple in volume as the labia lips swelled and the insides spilled out through a slit that was now a parted gash. Everything between the outer lips was a bright, shiny pink--a gooey slick of healthy, virginal tissue, blossoming free.

All this thinking took place in a second or two, from the time she finished her speech until Gary said, "Please, Mrs. Elders. She wants to get fucked. Can't you see that?"

Judy could, but she said, "What she wants or doesn't want is irrelevant. Take your dick out of her pussy." She said all she needed to say. He had his orders. If he chose to disobey, he'd be punished. She was covered and now free to watch with everyone else, only she couldn't act like she was enjoying the show.

Gary eased out to the tip, but held there, debating. Slowly, he eased back in, then pulled out, then ran his slime-coated cock head through the slime-coated slit, over the shiny clit, down to the hole and back in. He did this several times while the others watched closely, following his dick as he teased Tabatha's cock-starved pussy.

He even had Tabatha's attention riveted to her crotch; although, she watched as though detached from the event, as though it were another girl's pussy being teased, another girl's hymen being threatened. To look in her face, you couldn't tell what outcome she was hoping for. One could only tell she wasn't worried about her hymen.

In a final act of defiance, which was partly a loss of control, he shoved in all the way. Tabatha sat up with a sharp squeal, then fell back. Her brother groaned, squatted, and began peppering her face with jets of semen. He aimed at her open mouth as she moaned her way through the initial lunges. Two ropy strands went right in her mouth. This triggered Billy who squatted to spray her tits, and this inspired Trevor to hop down, turn her head, and put his dick in her mouth.

Tabatha tried to pull her head back but Trevor's hand prevented her, then Gary started fucking her hard, slamming the pork to her, rocking her on the plank. Trevor brought his hand from behind her head when he could feel she wasn't trying to get away. Seconds later, he relinquished his dick to her hand when it came up and took over the pumping. She raised up slightly and turned to face the dick in her mouth. Trevor stood in a cocky stance with his loins jutted out, hands on hips, watching the buffeted girl shamelessly suck his dick.

Watching the fevered cock sucking triggered Gary's orgasm, which triggered Tabatha's, which triggered Trevor's. While still in the throes of orgasm, she sucked sperm and swallowed. Her legs shot straight up and out in a wide "V" to receive Gary's load. She kept sucking, and was finally nursing on a spent dick while Gary milked his dick into her twat.

When Gary pulled out, she let her legs fall and lie open. As the class studied her well-fucked ex-virgin pussy, she sucked on a deflating and spongy member that offered no more sperm. As though freed of all inhibitions, she let his tired organ slip from her lips, then fell back on the board looking up as she caught her breath.

Judy retrieved a notepad from her desk. She wrote, then tore off the slip and handed it to Gary, saying, "I hope you enjoyed yourself. You just earned three days of in-school suspension. Report to Mr. Jennings, and take Tabatha with you. Since she's no longer a virgin, she may as well service him for us."

"Aw, Mrs. Elders. Please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to; it just happened."

"Save it. If you had listened to me when I first told you there was no touching, nothing would have just happened. Now go, or would you like to be suspended from this class altogether. Mrs. Blackwell has two empty seats."

"All right, I'm going. I still say she wanted it. Come on, Tabatha. You gotta go fuck the boss."

Judy helped Tabatha down and helped her dress. While pulling up her pants, she said, "Are you up to this?"

"Yeah, why not. Everybody has to take a turn, right?"

"That's right. The two that went before you had a great time. You heard Sharon's story. He's very good for girls starting out."

"Can Bobby go in with me? I'd rather not go with Gary."

"Well ... sure, why not. Gary, go on ahead. That gives me a great idea." Judy wrote another note on her pad and handed it to Tabatha, saying, "I'm asking Mr. Jennings to call your parents and report that you two were found fucking on school grounds."

"WHAT!"

"You and Bobby, not you and Gary."

"I know, but why? They'll ground us for life."

"No they won't, but it'll open things up nicely. When they get you home, get caught screwing at home. Every time they turn around, they should find you two naked and screwing. I want to know how they handle that. This will get you off to a good start. They'll be taking you home knowing you two are so horny for each other, you'll risk fucking on school grounds."

"Yeah, and we'll get punished for it."

"Trust me, Tabatha. We all have to take that big first step sometime. Sharon did. You see what it got her. Robby did and now he's a mother fucker with his very own whore. Adults are as horny as kids, but they're inhibited by kids, their own especially. Take the inhibition away, and you'll see a whole new side of them."

"Well, all right. If you say so. Let's go, Bobby."

As Bobby passed by Judy, he smiled and said, "I think it's a great idea."

Judy swatted his butt and said, "You keep after her, stud. Don't take no for an answer, and don't be shy. I have it on good authority that your parents would like to see you two develop a sexual relationship, so don't let them scare you. Show your mother what a good little fucker you are, and you'll be knocking on Jessica Jennings' door in no time."

He stopped at the door, turned and said, "I think Mom will be better. I've seen Mrs. Jennings' pussy. It's kinda big."

"I'll tell Jessica you said that."

"I was just kidding. It looked big because I was using a side mirror off a car. You know--objects appear closer than they are."

"Go on, funny man. Get outta here."

* * *

The class spent the rest of the day going over sex histories. In the two hours they had remaining, nothing earth-shattering came out, although a father fucker came forth to share her story.

Karen Ashe told of the sexual relationship she carried on with her father after her mother walked out of the marriage leaving John, her father, with two girls to raise on his own. For two years, she'd been the wife to fill the void in her father's bed, and a mother to her kid sister, Cissy.

Judy heard her story and understood why Karen seemed eleven going on twenty-one. She carried a great weight for one so young, one who hadn't even had her first period.

The story was not a sad one. Karen liked playing the surrogate wife. She loved fucking her father but wanted to make it better for him, and better for her. She wanted to do it with the lights on, all the way naked, both of them, and face to face, not face down with just her ass exposed as though all she were was a disembodied cunt he could fuck his load in, one that would quietly get up afterward and go clean itself, then get in its own bed until it was needed again.

Judy assured Karen that her sex life at home was about to change radically. She promised to stop by the house, unannounced, and see to it personally that her father knew how to fuck a surrogate wife. Karen took her seat wearing a smile.

Most of the class managed to tell their stories by the end of the class day. Judy had more to go on, but the meeting set for that evening at her home with Carol, Sandra, and Barbara would add volumes. She remained an hour after school to write a list of questions the sexual histories raised.

* * *

When Bobby and Tabatha arrived at the office, Gary was leaving. It didn't take long to dispense with him. As they passed each other, Gary said, "I got you first. Remember that."

Gwen heard that exchange and came forward to admit the kids. She led them to the bench seat just outside Mr. Jennings' office, then turned her seat sideways to sit facing them. "So, what brings you two here? You're Judy's kids, aren't you?"

Tabatha said, "Yes. We're here to see the principal."

"Honey, I know why you're here." She leaned forward and whispered though there was no one to overhear, "I'm one of the gang."

Bobby elbowed Tabatha and said, "She's the one that sucked off Trevor and Jason, remember?"

Awareness dawned on Tabatha as Gwen smiled and said, "So, they told you about that, huh?"

Tabatha said, "Sharon had to tell."

"That's okay, as long as we can all keep a secret. Is that a note? Can I see it?"

Tabatha clutched the note protectively and said, "It's for the principal."

"Honey, I'm his personal secretary. I know everything. Let me see it."

Tabatha reluctantly handed over the note. Gwen read: "These two were fucking on campus. Call their parents. Make up something. They'll go along. Judy,"

Gwen laughed and said, "So, is it true?"

Bobby volunteered, "She got fucked, but not by me."

Gwen said, "By that kid that left, the one that said, 'I got you first?'" Tabatha nodded. "What is Judy up to? I'm just curious."

Tabatha said, "Can't we see Mr. Jennings, now? She never said we could talk to anyone but him."

"Boy, she really has you kids trained well. I'm impressed. Someone got to him before you. He'll be a while. You needn't worry about me. You're the Williams twins, right."

"Yeah, I'm Bobby; she's Tabatha."

"I'm Gwen Adams, just Gwen to my close friends, people I'm close enough to show my pussy to." The twins looked at each other. "I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm not wearing panties today. Wanna see?"

Bobby said, "Sure."

Gwen made a quick check around, then raised her skirt. She parted her legs and revealed a hairy pussy which she ran a finger down the cleft of, then toyed with the clit. She had the kids' attention locked on her crotch. Getting bold, she gave another look around, then used both hands to peel back the fleshy lips. The mass of hair suddenly gave way to a sea of pink in a long oval slit. The contrast of a big, hairy, mature vagina compared to Judy's big, bald, mature vagina was stunning.

Gwen noted the reaction, taking it as a positive response. She said, "Do you like looking at a grown-up's pussy?"

Bobby said, "I do."

Tabatha said, "Yeah, I guess. Aren't you afraid somebody might walk in?"

"I have good ears. When the office is quiet like this, no one sneaks up on me. What's the matter, dear? Am I making you nervous?"

"Well, sorta."

Bobby said, "I'm not nervous."

"I can see that. You're not nervous, you're horny. Is that a hard-on I see?"

"Yeah. Your pussy made it hard."

"One for; one against."

Tabatha said, "I'm not against. I just don't know you, that's all."

Gwen replaced her skirt and sat up, saying, "I've always wanted to work without panties on. Today was the first day I dared. I guess I'm still pretty keyed up over it. I feel so nasty, I was just dying to do something nasty and bold. That's the first time I ever did anything like that. I guess I shook you up. I'm sorry. I'll behave myself."

Tabatha smiled warmly and said, "Now, I know you. Can I see your pussy again?"

"Why certainly." She fanned her legs wide and hauled up her skirt just as the door to Mr. Jennings' office opened. She hurriedly put her skirt down. Luckily, the man Dick was escorting out had his back to her, but Dick saw a quick flash of yawning naked beaver.

Dick walked the suited man all the way out of the building. Upon his return, he stopped at Gwen's desk and said, "What the hell's gotten into you today, Gwen?"

"They're Judy's students."

"I know that, but not out here." Looking to the twins, he said, "Go ahead in my office. I'll be right there." When the door closed behind them, he said, "Damnit, Gwen, don't take chances out here. This is not a fucking beaver bar, and these kids aren't sailors."

Blushing profusely, Gwen said, "I'm sorry. I am so embarrassed. It won't happen again. I promise. Here, this note came from Judy."

Dick read the note then looked at the ceiling. He took a deep breath and said, "She's nuts, you know that, don't you?"

"Judy covers her bases. She must know something about the Williams. She certainly isn't nuts."

"Well, I'm not in the mood for slap and tickle games. After that talk with the State Comptroller my dick couldn't rise for Little Bo Peep in crotchless panties. Send the kids back and the note with them."

"Let me handle this, Dick. We don't need you. In fact, we can tell the parents that we'll keep this hush-hush if they'll deal with it quickly."

"We? Who's we?"

"Me and the school nurse. Gloria's cool, you know that. We'd both enjoy doing this. You saw how we dealt with Connie. She's whipped."

"That was good, but I have other matters to deal with."

"We don't need to involve you, so why upset Judy by sending them back?"

"Oh ... all right. Have your fun, but keep it under control. I know nothing. That's what I told the Comptroller, and I'm sticking to it. I KNOW NOTHING."

Dick opened his office door and said, "Kids. Go with Mrs. Adams."

As Tabatha tried to squeeze by, he stopped her with two fingers under her chin, tilting her face up as he said, "My, but you are a cutie." She smiled as his hand drifted inside her open blouse. With no bra, he easily found her naked titties and peered down the pushed-out top to study them, saying, "Nice titties. What's your name, sweetheart?"

"Tabatha, Tabatha Williams."

"Well, Tabatha, we'll have to make time some day, but not today unfortunately." He pulled his hand out and gave her a playful pat on the ass as she continued on through.

Gwen guided them across the large office area to the Nurse's Aid Room. She knocked on the red cross, then cracked the door and called, "Gloria? Are you with anyone?"

"No, just doing some paper work in the back. Come on in. It can wait."

Gwen opened the door wide and led the twins in. They'd been there before to have cuts and scrapes attended. They looked around to see what was different. They saw two cots, an exam table, medicine cabinets, a sink, and Gloria the giant nurse putting papers away at the desk that sat at the end of the long narrow room.

Gloria and Gwen looked to be about the same age--mid-thirties. Gloria, however, was a large, Nordic, cropped blonde with masculine features, and the biggest tits the kids had ever seen, even though the nurse dressed to downplay her mammary endowment. In her white pant-suit nurse's uniform, she stood in stark contrast to Gwen, who was dark, petite, and very feminine in her short, brightly-colored dress, with long flowing brunette hair worn much like Tabatha's.

Gwen went to Gloria, threw an arm low around her waist, placed her left hand on Gloria's left 44-DD breast and said, "Gloria is my girlfriend. I get to nurse the nurse."

Gloria pried the fingers off the breast and sternly said, "Damnit, Gwen, I'll decide to whom, when, and if to open up."

Gwen looked hurt and taken aback. She said, "These are Judy's kids, Gloria. I'd never do that if they weren't cool."

"I don't care whose kids they are, I'll decide, not you." Gloria looked the twins over and said, "Why are they here?"

"Tabatha came to get fucked. I guess Bobby came to watch. Maybe Dick was going to watch them fuck. Who knows, but Judy sent this note, and that explains why they're here."

Gloria read the note and formed a weak smile. She slowly shook her head in disbelief, then looked at the kids. Bobby looked okay with a mischievous gleam in his eye, but Tabatha looked upset. Gloria came up to her and cupped her chin, saying, "What's the matter, dumpling, is Judy making you do something you don't want to do?"

She pouted, "No."

"Well, what is it? You don't look very happy."

"It's just that it was my turn with Mr. Jennings, but I guess he doesn't want me."

Gwen came over and took Tabatha by the shoulders, squatting to get eye-level with her to say, "Oh, sweetheart, it's not that. Mr. Jennings just got very disturbing news right before you arrived. He's just not in the mood right now. It's not you, precious." She gave Tabatha a big hug and said, "He found you very attractive. You saw the fuss he made over your titties."

Gloria laughed and said, "If this don't beat all. Here we are, two professionals, consoling a prepubescent girl because a pedophile won't molest her. That Judy is something else. She can turn the world upside-down easier than anyone I ever met."

Gwen stood and said, "How true, but don't call Dick a pedophile. He just likes fucking little girls, that's all."

"That's what they call grown men that like fucking little girls. Either that, or inmate number 3658865."

"Don't even joke about that, Gloria. You and I could both wind up wearing numbers, and you know it."

"You're right. So, what do we do about this?"

"We call the parents. First, we need to make up a good story. They didn't actually fuck. Some other kid fucked her." Turning to Tabatha, she said, "By the way, where did he fuck you?"

Tabatha innocently said, "In my pussy."

The women stifled their laughs, then Gloria said, "I think she means, where on school grounds?"

Embarrassed, but smiling, she said, "In the classroom, on my desk."

Gloria raised her eyebrows and exclaimed, "You got fucked in the classroom--with the class in session?"

"Yes."

Gwen said, "That must have been very uncomfortable doing it at your desk. Don't you mean, the teacher's desk?"

"No, my desk. Mrs. Elders has a special ramp thing that you lie on. It works real good for fucking so everyone can see. Your pussy is up; your head is down; it makes your legs go wide, and the guy just has to stand on the seat of another desk to be at the right place to get his dick in your pussy. That's how I got fucked; that's how I know."

Gloria said, "I guess you would know. I see some color coming back into your face. I see the memory turns you on. Why don't you kids get those clothes off and hop up on my exam table while we figure out what to do. Play with whatever amuses you, but stay on the table, and don't make a mess. We're going to step out and discuss this for a few minutes. Oh, before we go, do you kids know why Judy wrote this note? Do you know where she's headed with this?"

Bobby said, "Yeah, she wants us to fuck our parents. Everybody has to. The girls have to do both parents. Mrs. Elders says it'll turn them on if they see us fucking, and if they fuck us, they can't say anything about what she does."

Gloria and Gwen exchanged raised eyebrows, then stepped out. Once in the still empty main office, they broke up like two little school girls after hearing a pompom girl fart. Gwen said, "Where did he fuck you? He fucked me in my pussy."

Gloria said, "That's a keeper. Can you believe that woman? She must be insane."

"She'd be insane doing what she's doing without getting something on each parent. She's crazy like a fox."

"I know, but what are the odds she could get an entire classroom of parents involved with their kids?"

"Pretty good, I'd say. She inherited Jessica's group from last year. Jessica had a stacked class, all the pretty ones with easygoing parents. Judy doesn't have to get them all, but everyone she does get lessens the odds of there being any trouble."

"That's true. I didn't think about that. Do you know the Williams?"

"Not really, but I've met Donna. She seems very sweet. She's very pretty, very sexy, a natural blonde, a sharp dresser, likes to show her legs. I've never seen her in anything but a short, thin dress. She has great legs, I remember that."

"If there's a pussy at the top, you'd remember table legs. What about her demeanor, her personality? Would she ever start trouble? Has she ever filed a complaint?"

"Not the type. No, she's quiet and deferential. She bows to authority, a compulsive rule follower, excessively neat, the kind that doesn't want any trouble and would go to great lengths to avoid trouble. I think she's a spoiled only-child from a strict church upbringing."

"Are you just guessing?"

"Yeah, but I'd bet a paycheck on it. She's the type that would not report a rape under any circumstances. I'd bet her house is spotless and tastefully decorated. I'd bet she washes after she wipes her ass, then dusts her butt with a powder puff."

"Okay, I know the type. What's her hubby like?"

"Never met him but we spoke on the phone several times. The kids take after him in looks, so I figure he's tall, dark, and handsome. He sounds like an engineer and I believe he repairs electronic somethings, so my hunch is probably right. Tarzan, he's not. My guess is he has nothing to do with the house, home, or kids. He works; she's a housewife. When I can't reach her, I call his shop number. That's how we've talked."

"Okay. I get the picture. I know who you're talking about, now. Donna's that chick that ran the cookie sale for the PTA, right?"

"The bake sale, but yes, that's her."

"You're right. She's got legs, and she's not shy about showing them. She sure sold a lot of cookies when the wind picked up. I think I bought ten dozen myself."

"I must have missed that, but that's Donna. She's another Judy but without balls. Donna needs wind, lots of wind."

"We need to deal with Donna but inform Larry, or she'll try to cover it up."

"Gloria, don't you think we should call him, and let him call her?"

"Exactly. My guess is, he'll tell her to handle it."

"So, what do we tell him?"

"That his kids were caught having intercourse on campus. He doesn't need to know the details, certainly not over the phone. In fact, he wouldn't expect details over the phone. We have plenty of time to work out the story. Just make the call, Gwen."

"Okay. Why don't you go check on the younguns'. Keep them horny. Let them nurse the nurse."

"Make the call, inmate number 4545789."

Gloria returned to her aid room; Gwen returned to her desk and her Rolodex. She found the card on Williams--Donna and Larry, then dialed Larry's work number:

"Larry's Fixit--Larry speaking."

"Yes, Mr. Williams, this is Gwen Adams from the school. Remember me?"

"Yes, I remember. Is something wrong?"

"I'm afraid so. How shall I put this? Uh ... Mr. Williams, your son and daughter were found having sexual intercourse on campus. I'm afraid that's against school policy."

There was a pregnant pause that prompted Gwen to say, "Hello ... Mr. Williams ..."

"Yes, I'm here. Did I hear you correctly?"

"I think you did, but I can be less obtuse. They were having sex with each other. They were both naked, totally naked. They're still naked. We have them in the nurse's aid room. They refuse to put clothes on. If we turn our backs for a second, they try to copulate. I should say, they do copulate. The boy is very good at getting his member inside the girl's vagina. Getting them uncoupled is no easy matter, let me assure you."

"Is this some sort of sick joke?"

"Mr. Williams, I assure you this is no laughing matter. We are at our wit's end with those two. We are trying to keep this covered up. The principal doesn't know. So far, it's just their teacher, me, and the school nurse that knows about this or saw anything. We need parental help, and we need it fast or we're just going to have to turn this over to more qualified professionals or the police."

"NO! Don't do that! My wife will be right down. If I can't get hold of her, I'll close the shop and be there. Please, just hang on. Do not call anyone, please."

"All right, but if this gets any worse, we may be forced to call in the authorities. I suggest someone who can control them get here right away."

"I'm on it. Someone will be there shortly, I assure you."

Gwen said goodbye and hung up smiling. She went straight to the aid room, knocked lightly, and entered to find Gloria breast feeding the kids while jacking off one and fingering the other, as the kids sat side-by-side on the exam table, looking toward the door without stopping their sucking.

They each held a twelve-pound udder in both hands while trying to get all of the nipple in their mouths. Gloria shouted, "Shut the fucking door, will you. I'm the butt of enough jokes about being able to nurse a whole school. They don't need proof."

Gwen excitedly came up and told Gloria what she had told Larry Williams, recounting the conversation, word for word, adding tone and tenor where appropriate. She then said, "It just came out. I didn't plan anything; I winged it, and that stuff winged right out of my mouth."

"I should have put a tit in your mouth and let the kids make the call."

"Why, I think I did good. Now, when the mommy shows up, they can be fucking. Remember, they try to fuck every time our backs are turned. We're getting frustrated. We can't control them. Who'd blame us if we stopped trying?"

"You have a good point. Hell, they probably think we're angry at them. You made it sound like we're ready to call the police. I forgot about that. You did do good, now that I think of it."

"Do I get a suck?"

"Come around and suck on his dick. Let me think. And don't make him cum. Just keep him hard."

Gwen came around and took the dick from Gloria. She looked it over and said, "My, what a beautiful cock you have, Bobby. I'll bet that's a good six inches and perfectly formed. You two look adorable together, a matched set of fuckers that fit together perfectly. I can't wait to see you two fucking. How 'bout them titties? Aren't they something?"

Bobby pulled off of his with a sucking pop and beamed, "Wow, no kidding. These are great!"

Tabatha sucked her nipple out long and thin, then released to say, "I wish my mom had titties like these. She has big titties, but not this big. I didn't know titties got this big."

As the kids went back to nursing the nurse, Gwen dipped her head and nursed the cock, moaning her pleasure.

* * *

Donna Williams and her twins turned out to be the wildest sexual experience Gwen or Gloria ever had. They could hardly believe what they'd seen, experienced, done, and got away with. It was too good to be believed.

[Read about it in "Donna's Day".]

They had just watched Donna and the twins leave the office. Gwen said, "You know, Gloria, we're very good at this ... I mean, working as a team. We read each other so well once things get rolling."

"Spit it out, Gwen."

"I was just thinking, we should work more closely with Judy. She needs our help, our unique talents. She could supply us with safe fruit, ripe for the plucking."

"We do okay on our own."

"I don't call one or two tame adventures a semester doing okay, not when it could be a daily rip-roaring raunchy romp like it was with Donna."

"That could get old very fast, Gwen."

"Yes, but it would be our choice to slow down if it did. The way it is now, we go slow because we have no choice. Another thing, we've never done anything with a parent and child together. This put a whole new spin on the perversion. The kids were great, but Donna made that show."

"I have news for you. I've had parents before, but you're right. She sure did make the difference. You still haven't spit it out."

"I say we pay Judy a visit, stop by her home, get cozy. We have a report to make. She should be impressed. I don't think we have to do a thing except show her what we can do, presenting ourselves as a team. We even have the pictures. These pictures are worth ten-thousand words. We have ten. She's a smart chick. She'll figure out how to make better use of us in the future. She has her work cut out for her with all those parents to deal with."

"I'm not sure I want to get any closer to her fire than I already am. This shit's bound to explode one day. When it does, there will be a bunch of adults wearing numbers."

"I disagree. I think the more adults that get tangled up in this sordid mess, the more likely there will be a cover-up if things did blow-up. This town is too small and too image conscious to allow such a scandal to get out. I say there's safety in numbers, at least in this town there is. In a few days, every female teacher in this school will be a whore fucking kids on campus. What will they do, jail the entire elementary school faculty?"

"You do have a good point there. We could involve a few key people for added insurance. It would be nice to have a whole bunch of folks to drag into the pit with us if we ever do fuck up."

"Exactly, and we couldn't pick a better time to take risks. What they're doing at the high school makes this pale by comparison."

"You're right there. We already have plenty of company."

"Right, but this situation won't last. We need to do our thing while all the powers that be are trying to keep the lid on this pressure cooker. If we were to fuck up on our own, after all this gets buried and everyone is playing it straight again, we'd get hung out to dry."

"All right, Gwen. You sold me. Let's pay Judy a visit and get on the team. Do you know where she lives?"

"I know where everyone lives. I have the Rolodex."

* * *

Judy left the school on Tuesday with Karen in the car. With her husband out of town, and the meeting with the three mothers set for eight p.m., she had a few hours to kill and decided to kill them on a mission of mercy.

Judy felt good about the day-two class session. She'd had a few close calls, but accomplished her goal of setting the proper environment and maintaining order and control. She was eager to hear Karen's critique, and said, "So, what did you think of the class today?"

"It was great, especially that part where Tabatha got screwed. That was neat watching that. Boy, she sure has a pretty pussy, and I like the way she sucked off that new kid."

"Have you ever sucked you father's dick?"

"No, I never sucked any dick, but I'd like to. All he ever does is screw me, and I never get to see him do that."

"You mean he always has the lights off?"

"No, he always covers my head. He does it in the daytime a lot, but I never see a thing."

"Too bad. What does he cover your head with?"

"Mostly, a dark pillowcase, sometimes, he just pulls the sheets over my head. Usually, I'm face down with my butt sticking up."

"That sounds pretty exciting to me, but I guess it gets old."

"It is pretty neat, but you're right, it does get old. We've been doing it that way for almost two years."

"Tell me, Karen, does your sister know what's going on?"

"She does now. Last month, she hid in the closet and watched. She watched us several times before Dad caught her at it. He got really mad, but she still tries to watch. He has to double check for her. I think it's neat that she knows when he's doing it. When he takes me into the bedroom and locks the door, she knows."

"I don't know why he bothers trying to hide it. Seems to me, the cat's out of the bag."

"We don't have a cat."

Judy smiled and said, "It's an expression that means everyone knows, so why hide."

"The cat's out of the bag all right, especially after I told everyone in class. If he finds out I did that, he'll really be mad."

"I'm just going to tell him you told me and me alone, but I'll use that fact as a weapon to get him to open up. Don't you worry. I'll get him to accept this. You may see me threaten him and act angry, but that's just for show. Don't get upset. It's just to impress him."

"If you tell him you're going to get the cops, I'll bet he cries. He's really scared of going to jail."

"He should be. He's breaking the law, big time, but it's a dumb law, one we don't agree with. He'll eventually come to see me as a friend. He will if he opens up and starts treating you right. If he doesn't, I'll be his worst enemy. Either way, you stick close to me, understand?"

"Yeah. I'm sticking close. I want to be a good student. I want to learn everything. You're the expert about sex and stuff."

Judy smiled at the little sensualist sitting close to her. Karen kept her hand on the bare skin between Judy's skirt and right knee, rubbing lightly and squeezing gently. Judy chucked the adorable child under the chin, and said, "Don't be shy, Karen. If you want to play with my pussy, it won't bite. You weren't shy in class today."

Karen smiled as she slid her hand up under the short skirt and encountered the familiar vaginal cleft, saying, "I know. That was fun. No one was shy were they?"

"No, they weren't, and I loved it. My pussy adores little fingers. Tell me, Karen, how do you see yourself, or wish to see yourself--as wife, mistress, or whore to your daddy?"

"What's the difference?"

"Good question, but for starters, the wife gets serviced, the mistress gets presents, and the whore services. Wait, how's this: the wife gets love and kisses, the mistress gets presents and kisses, the whore gets cum, lots of cum."

"Well, I like presents, and I like kisses, and I think I'd like lots of cum."

"You want it all, then?"

"Not really. Kisses are okay, but not from my dad. It's not like I want to be his real wife or even a girlfriend. I just want to get nasty with him, and I want him to get nasty with me and not be afraid. I wish he'd get bossy and make me do nasty things; you know, like stripping and masturbating, stuff like that. I wish he'd put his dick in my mouth, cum in my mouth, and make me swallow it. I wish he'd do that at the dinner table with Cissy watching. I wish he'd do everything with Cissy watching. I wish he'd let his friends screw me while Cissy watches. I wish ..."

"Hey, I'm not Santa Claus and this isn't Christmas. I get the point. You want to be his sex slave. Tell me, has he ever fucked you in the ass?"

"No, but I'd like to try that, too. I wish he'd do everything."

"A three-holer whore that gets presents. That's what you'd like to be."

"Yeah, that sounds good. Do you think he'd like that?"

"He wouldn't be much of a man if he didn't. What about Cissy? Would she like to be in on this?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure she would. I think she's hornier than I am. I know he'd like to fuck her, too, but I don't want him to. I want him all to myself. I guess I'm stingy, huh?"

"Most whores are; most women are. You'll have to share, Karen. It's only fair, but you'll be getting extra at school."

"Yeah, I guess. That's our apartment building. Dad's home early. That's his car, and that's his boss' truck."

"Is that unusual?"

"No, not really. When they get off early, Clifford usually stops by with him to drink beer. His wife won't let him drink, so he gets a buzz at our place before he goes home. He's the one I'd like to fuck and kiss. He's cute. I think you'd like Clifford."

"How old is Clifford?"

"I don't know, but he's as old as my Grandpa, maybe older. He reminds me of Santa but without the beard. He likes it when we sit on his lap. When Dad isn't looking, he cops feels. He fingers my pussy, and he likes it when Cissy watches. He fingers her, too, and I get to watch."

"Sounds like a fun guy."

"He is, and he's funny, too. Dad likes him a lot, even though he caught Clifford fingering us a bunch of times."

"Oh. How'd that turn out?"

"He gets mad, but Clifford always makes a joke about it and gets him calmed down. He's Dad's foreman, so Dad can't get too mad. I guess foremen can fire you if they want to."

"Well, this is interesting--two pussies, two cocks, sounds like the makings of a real party."

"Don't you mean three pussies and two cocks?"

"I can't stay, Karen. I just have time to get this party going, then I need to get home. I've got a party of my own tonight, a hen party with a dog. That should be interesting as well."

"Wow, that sounds neat. I wish we could have a dog like Rachel's. I'd like to see Cissy sucking on a dog's wiener. She'd do it, too, if I dared her. I'll bet they'd like seeing a little girl do that, naked."

Judy laughed and ruffled Karen's hair after putting the car in park and turning off the engine. Karen smiled back and said, "Well, here we are. Our apartment is number 212, just up those stairs."

"Let's go."

* * *

Karen led the way and let Judy in. Their entry caught Clifford by surprise. He practically tossed Cissy in the air. She landed half on and half off the couch with her legs wide showing her skewed panties. Clifford, in a panic, tried to cover the evidence by tugging her skirt down when he should have been helping her up.

Karen's father entered from the bedroom just as Clifford reached for the hem, unaware that Judy and Karen had entered. They stood just inside the entryway, but he was turned to face the couch and shouted, "God damnit, Cliff, are you playing stink finger again? This shit's getting out of hand. Every time I turn my back, you're diddling one of my girls. What have I got ..."

John was cut off by Clifford's troubled look past him. He turned slowly and saw Karen and the teacher. His face went stone white though the scantily-clad teacher was smiling as she moved into the room offering her hand. He reached as he tried to offer an explanation which Judy cut off with a casual wave as she said, "Hey, what's a little stink finger among friends? Show me a little girl that doesn't like to have her pussy played with, and I'll show you a candidate for a convent."

John's mouth hung open as wide as Cliff's. Judy went to Cissy, laid the child on her back beside Clifford and raised her dress to the middle. While they stared, she casually drew the little girl's panties off, pushed the legs wide, then examined the beardless clam of her immature vagina, saying, "Oh, yes, this little pussy is no stranger to adult fingers. Um, yes, that went in easy. This little girl is ready for the real McCoy if you ask me."

Cissy just stared at the strange woman and held her legs wide open for the fingering. Clifford had no idea who Judy was, but he took an instant liking to her, and loved her style. He visibly relaxed when her painted nailed finger went up the little girl's pussy.

Clifford boldly brought his meaty hand to the girl's lower abdomen and placed his index finger on the little clitty nub. He rubbed and said, "That's what I've been trying to get across to her daddy. If you ask me, the way he's raising these girls is a waste of good pussy. These girls need screwing, both of them."

"I couldn't agree more. I'll have to have a talk with their father. It's a shame to let good pussy like this go to waste."

With that, Judy unplugged from the girl and stood to face John who still had his jaw hanging open as he looked past her to watch Clifford's middle finger enter where Judy exited. Judy drew his attention to her, saying, "John, you remember me, Judy Elders, Karen's teacher?"

"Uh, yeah."

"I'm here on Karen's behalf. She's sexually frustrated and unable to pay attention in class as a result. Obviously, she's not getting enough sex at home. I want something done about that, or I'll be forced to go to the authorities. I want that girl fucked, thoroughly fucked. Get help if you need it, but don't send her off to school with a dry pussy. She can't concentrate when all she can think about is hard dicks."

"I ... I, uh ..."

"Relax, John. I didn't come here to make threats. I came to help you and Karen--Cissy, too, for that matter. You're taking care of your needs, but not hers. That must change. I insist. Two big strong men like you and Cliff should be able to keep two little pussies totally satisfied. If you can't, I can find some horny studs who can. Am I getting through?"

"I ... I, uh ..."

Judy looked back to see what had John's attention. Clifford had his cock out and had placed Cissy's hand on it. She became instantly mesmerized by the throbbing phallus and began pumping.

Judy went to Karen and raised Karen's dress up and off over her head, leaving her nude in shoes. She then set her astride Clifford's lap with her back to his chest. The cock went right in owing to her sister's good aim and Karen's sopping wet pussy.

Judy then returned her attention to John, who could not take his eyes off the bizarre scene going on before him. Judy stood beside John to watch as Karen went up and down on the seven-inch shaft with her knees wide, and her sister playing with his balls while hanging over his right leg, trying to get a better look at the point of entry.

They were both looking at Cissy's naked ass getting a thorough going over by Clifford. He appeared to be in seventh heaven with a beer in one hand, pussy in the other, a little girl fucking herself on his dick, and another licking his balls. John looked envious. Judy said, "Well, it looks like my work is done here. I see they're in good hands. John, see that those girls get all the stiff cock they can handle. Don't make me come back here."

"I ... uh, I ..."

"I'll let myself out."

* * *

Judy arrived home at six-thirty, pleased with the way things went at Karen's. She mentally checked off another parent. She showered, dressed in a simple house dress with nothing underneath, slipped on furry slippers and prepared a simple meal. The door bell rang at seven, an hour before she expected the first arrival.

She opened the door to Gwen and Gloria and invited them in. The two women quickly put her at ease, told her of their afternoon adventure, and strongly hinted at their desire to get more deeply involved.

Judy saw the possibilities at once and liked their ideas. The photos they showed her were most impressive. She'd met Donna Williams at the PTA bake sale. She worked the cookie booth with Donna after the wind picked up and fantasized about her gorgeous legs for weeks afterward. She was standing right beside Donna when a major gust swept up from under the table and inverted the thin dress way past the navel before a few dozen amused onlookers.

Judy was green with envy and wished she'd thought to dress for the occasion. She wished she had a pair of panties as skimpy as Donna's. They had to be a catalog order item, as Ginger's Boutique had nothing like it. From the side or rear, it appeared she had no panties on at all.

After that shocking display, one that left Donna red as a beet, the crowd never thinned around their booth, and the wind never died down. Like a real trooper, she remained and valiantly fought a losing battle with nature, much to the amusement of those around, including Judy.

Judy had to admire Donna's style. She looked genuinely flustered and appeared to be earnestly trying to protect her modesty with little success. She had most people fooled, but Judy wasn't fooled one bit. She knew a fellow exhibitionist when she saw one, and after that bake sale, she saw Donna as a real pro, someone to emulate. The pictures were worth ten thousand words. The beaver shots had her mouth watering.

Judy went through the pictures one more time before returning them to Gwen. She fanned her flushed face and said, "Wow! I hope there's more like her."

Gwen said, "We do, too, and we think there are. We can bring them out of their shell."

"Yes, I see that. I've got three ladies coming here to discuss my project. They all have kids in my class, and they're already involved."

Gloria said, "Who are they? I'm sure I know their kids."

"Barbara Henderson, Rachel's mom; Carol Hastings, Tiffany's mom; and Sandra Stewart, Robby's mom."

"I know them all, the kids, not the parents."

Gwen said, "I know all the parents, and I've met those two girls recently, but Robby Stewart doesn't come to mind."

"I would think you'd know Robby as many times as he's been to see Dick. Robby, our resident Casanova."

"Oh, Robby, of course. He talks to my tits. My tits know him very well. Congratulations, Judy. You're off to a flying start."

"Yes, and I can now add three more parents to the win column--John Ashe, Karen Ashe's father, a single parent, Bonnie and Brad Stevens, Sharon's parents, and now Donna Williams. I assume Larry Williams in onboard as well."

Gloria said, "I think that's a safe assumption. If he's not screwing that little doll of his, it's because he had a heart attack on hearing his wife's report."

Judy said, "Why don't you girls stick around. We'll be discussing the other parents. You may be able to offer input or offer suggestions. I'm assuming you gals want in on this."

Gwen said, "You assume right. We also know key people that should be brought in, people that can help if this blows up in our faces."

"Oh, such as?"

"Such as the chief of police, the editor of our only newspaper, the mayor, the school super, two judges and a few prominent attorneys. We know all these people have a penchant for young girls, not as young as yours, but the younger the better I would think. Luring any one of them between the pristine thighs of one of your junior miss sluts should be a cinch, and once they dip their wicks in the forbidden fruit, that's one less we have to worry about."

Gloria offered, "More importantly, that's one more influential person that will actively aid in any cover-up."

"I see you've thought this through. Are you that worried?"

"Just cautious. We're playing with fire. We like playing with fire, but we don't like getting burned."

"Well, if it puts your mind at ease any, we can count on support from the Hendersons' law firm. Barbara assured me of her husband's support. My husband tells me that Henderson, Greyson, and Jacoby can cover murder in this county. I believe him."

Gwen said, "That is a relief. He's the attorney we were most interested in luring. I never knew he was Rachel Henderson's father."

"Yes, and he's quite the hedonist. He keeps a mistress at his home and she runs the wife, Barbara. Rachel gave me the scoop. She has Barbara wearing a dog collar and servicing that mutt in front of her kids. It is quite a bizarre situation. They make her wear obscenely ridiculous clothes, and she must take that dog everywhere while wearing a collar that is inscribed 'Bruno's Bitch.'"

Gloria excitedly said, "I saw her walking that dog down Sycamore just yesterday. It had to be her. I almost crashed my car. I couldn't believe any woman would wear something that brief out in public on a summer afternoon, let alone a cold and windy day in April. I didn't notice the collar. Jesus, can you imagine living under the thumb of a perverted mistress? God, I love it!"

Gwen said, "Wait till you see her up close. She's a knockout." Addressing Judy, she said, "You say she'll be here at eight?"

"Yes, and so will her dog. I've had the pleasure in case you haven't heard."

Gwen said, "Dick mentioned you liked the mutts, but now I understand what he meant--you really like the mutts!"

"This one, yes. You'll see how much I like this one."

"I can't wait. I've never seen a live bestial act. Have you, Gloria?"

"Are you kidding? My ex was a bestiality freak. He had every movie, still, slick mag, and slide featuring human/animal coupling of every imaginable kind. Dogs aren't the only beasts with cocks."

"Did you ever?"

"I caved in and let a Doberman mount me at a party, but I wasn't impressed. The party guests loved it; the mutt loved it; Benny loved it; but it was over too fast for me to even get warmed up. A bigger dog that took his time might have made a difference, but we broke it off right after that. He ran off with a pony fucker."

Gwen said, "I wish I could have seen you with that Doberman. I've only seen a few flicks, but I loved what I saw. Are we going to see Bruno in action tonight, Judy?"

"I plan to be his main course, but with five other horny twats, he may have other ideas. If you get the opportunity, be my guest. He's very big and slow by doggie standards I would think. Just don't be the first."

Gwen said, "Hell, I might try that myself."

"Speak of the devil, here he is. The bitch is early. Oh, before I admit the bitch, you should know, she's playing the dominant role with me. I guess it's a catharsis of sorts, but I play along. If you must know, she's behind all this sexual activity in the classroom. I do as she says to get the bone. Play along, okay?"

* * *

Judy opened the door to Barbara and Bruno and saw Carol pull up to the curb with Sandra in the passenger seat. Barbara passed on through, holding her head high. Bruno stopped to lick Judy's inner thighs before joining his bitch as she went on in and introduced herself to the two women seated in the living room.

Judy waited at the door for Carol and Sandra. They entered together. Judy made the introductions, then called the meeting to order with Bruno's muzzle buried under her house dress. The others had amused grins as she pretended to ignore the vaginal lapping. Judy kept a straight face as she brought them all current on the classroom activities. While narrating her most recent adventure at Karen's apartment, she was nude, in a standing squat, taking an energetic screwing doggie style.

Judy ended her story with her shoulders pinned to the carpet, ass high, getting pounded while the ladies gathered close for the cum shot. Many feminine hands roamed her intimate parts while the dog pumped his seed into her receptive vagina.

Barbara assumed the power position, holding onto Bruno's leash with her feet astride Judy's head, dispassionately overlooking the scene. When the dog dismounted, Judy looked up the twin columns of Barbara's legs, directly into the bare beaver being lewdly offered as Barbara held the short hem above the mound. Judy stretched up and licked dutifully. Barbara patted her on the head and told her she'd done good for starters.

Judy stood with as much dignity as a woman could muster with dog cum streaming down her legs and a face shiny wet with pussy slime. The others enjoyed her mild discomfort and embarrassment. They then got down to business, discussing the other parents. Carol reported encouraging conversations she'd had with three of the iffy mothers, and Sandra added two sets of parents to the no-sweat column with three other sets added to the should-be-no- problem column, and one set in the proceed-with-caution column, the first in that category.

After reviewing the class roster, Gloria was able to add another no-sweat set of parents that the others knew little about--the Robbins family, Jennifer's parents. This was great news for Judy, as Jennifer, as you may recall, was the girl that reminded Judy of her youthful pussy playmate. Judy wanted details.

Gloria described one of her first instances of molestation after assuming the nurse's job four years ago. Tanya, Jennifer's big sister, was twelve at the time and Gloria found her irresistible. Judy found that easy to relate to, but after hearing how Gloria described Tanya's youthful charms, her mouth watered.

Gloria had Tanya on the exam table with her feet in stirrups for a sports physical. She'd gone far from the normal cursory exam by having the girl strip naked. When she had Tanya laid out and spread wide, she lost control and dove face-first into her precious muff. She climbed over the girl and practically smothered her in pussy. Needless to say, the girl left traumatized, went home, and told her parents.

The mother, Carla, was in Gloria's office the following morning. They had a long talk after Carla assured Gloria that she had no intention of going to the authorities, but wanted to know exactly what happened in every detail. Gloria caught on quickly and gave her all the juicy details in the form of a lurid confession.

Carla left without securing a promise to never do that again, so Gloria did it again the very next day, pulling Tanya from class and really putting her through her paces, introducing the girl to a strap-on dildo. She sent the ex-virgin home with a very sore and shaved pussy, aching jaws, and a belly full of piss. The poor girl sloshed while she walked bowlegged into her home.

Tanya not only told her parents what the big, bad, nasty nurse did, she showed them her pussy. This time, both parents were there the following morning, and they both wanted the details.

Gloria had a pussy pet until Tanya graduated to the seventh grade. She eventually had sex with both parents. Gloria arranged to have them view the molestation sessions without Tanya's knowledge. To accomplish this, she had the girl blindfolded so the parents would feel free to watch from close-up. This led to them joining in, and Tanya was thoroughly screwed. She serviced both parents with her mouth and every orifice of her young body.

The joke was on the parents, as Tanya could see under the blindfold. Gloria saw to it. For most of her sixth grade year, Tanya served three very horny adults and was punished by her mother each time she got pregnant. She had three abortions and was not surprised when her mother told her she'd carry the next one to term if it happened again. It happened again, and she was punished in a remarkable way.

Throughout her fourth pregnancy, through most of her seventh grade year, Tanya wore no clothes at home. If that weren't enough to humiliate a fourteen-year-old molestation victim with a younger brother and sister, her parents invited a biker tattoo artist into their home and had her lower abdomen tattooed with the word, "WHORE."

Gloria was made a party to the crime by being brought in on the tattooing, then hired to monitor the pregnancy. She stopped by the house often to see Tanya. They continued their sessions in Tanya's bedroom. Though the parents couldn't participate without giving themselves away, they watched Gloria and eventually brought the younger kids in to watch along with them as it became too obvious to conceal what was going on.

The parents offered the younger kids no explanation other than this was part of Tanya's punishment and a way for her to pay for the nurse's services which they couldn't otherwise afford. They witnessed some of the most bizarre lesbian sex acts for months on end, and their sister worked without the mercy of a blindfold.

The kids found it hard to figure out what was punishment and what was payment. The giant nurse appeared to enjoy everything, and their sister appeared to accept everything she had to do as punishment. The family watched that tattoo get bigger every week, until by delivery time, she was a

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Judy was elated by this news and wanted to get Jennifer started down that same path. She was angry that Jennifer hadn't related this significant event in her family sex history. Gloria loved the idea, and had completely forgotten that they had another daughter that was now ripe for the plucking and every bit as adorable as her big sister.

Gloria was also miffed at the parents for not bringing Jennifer to her attention, and now most of her last year at the elementary school was gone. They'd have to get the girl pregnant right away, so she picked up the phone and called the Robbins', talked to the father, Floyd, and told him to start fucking the girl right away. She would not take no for an answer, demanded that he put Jennifer on the phone, then talked her through the seduction of her father until her pussy sank down his shaft to the balls and ended up with a load of semen in it. It was only afterward that Gloria found out they had company, his parents, Jennifer's grandparents--the county district attorney.

Gloria turned white as a ghost. Clifford Robbins was not cool and he was the one that prosecuted cases. When she told the others, the room was full of ghostly faces, all except Barbara's. She was smiling, took the phone from Gloria and asked to speak with Cliff.

The others watched in amazement as she talked Cliff through the anal rape of his granddaughter. When he was done, she talked Vivian Robbins through the vaginal rape of Jennifer's face.

When Barbara was through, Gloria grabbed the phone and asked to speak with Carla, and talked her through a vaginal rape of Jennifer's face ending in a piss in the mouth as Judy talked Jennifer through the proper way to suck the piss out of her mother while her daddy tore off another piece of pussy on his own. When Judy hung up, she hung up on an orgy.

She looked to Barbara and said, "What the hell do you have on Clifford Robbins?"

"Nothing. I just know he'd love to fuck me and he just watched a sexy little girl fuck her daddy. He had to have a hard-on. I took a chance."

Gloria came out of her chair, "You took a chance! Are you nuts?"

"I had to. By the looks on your faces, I knew we were fucked. We couldn't get more fucked."

Judy said, "Did you know Vivian was cool?"

"I never met her and don't know a thing about her, but she stood quietly and watched two men screw a little girl. I knew she had a pussy. It had to be wet."

Gloria ran her fingers through her hair as she did a full turn in place, saying, "Fuck, I don't believe this."

Judy said, "Hey, relax. We dodged a bullet. Barbara did good. Now we have a friend in the DA's office. He is the DA's office. We can not be prosecuted in this county as long as he's there, and he's been there since Christ was a corporal. I don't know about you girls, but this is cause for celebration, and Bruno looks up to helping me celebrate."

They took a break while Bruno had Judy again, this time while she laid backward over the ottoman. The ladies liked this position, and Barbara sat on the upturned face after the fuck. Judy was wasted after this scene and remained sprawled over the ottoman as the women conversed, made plans, and coordinated the molestation of her choicest students.

Whatever they wanted to do was fine with Judy, and what they wanted was a stable of little studs and whores whose parents were under tight control. They formed a pact, elected Barbara their leader, and made Judy the madam of the house. Judy was pleased with the outcome and liked her role.

The women unanimously decided that their first priority would have to be Martha Ackerton, the Ann Margaret look-alike that lived in a small apartment with three little studs. They wanted nothing less than to turn her into a full-fledged working whore, turning tricks in her home, transforming her little nest into a one-slut whorehouse and private stud farm.

Martha was the type that would have been voted least likely to turn whore by anyone with recent knowledge of her, which included all of the ladies sitting in Judy's living room. They didn't really know her, but they knew scores of women like her and felt they knew the type well.

Martha gave the impression that sex just didn't factor into her life, and illicit sex would be as foreign to her as pork to a Rabbi. The challenge, alone, would have made her the target, but Martha's classic beauty and sexy body made her a prime target.

She had the look that turned the heads of both sexes, and the look that made straight women wonder what it would be like to do it with a woman.

According to Brian, she was the model mother, making it on her own following a messy divorce. She jealously guarded her modesty in or out of the home. Her boys had never seen her wandering about in bra and panties, and she never went about in a towel after a shower, nor did she ever wear a swimsuit, short shorts, T-shirts, or crop tops.

She didn't own casual clothes unless a floor-length flannel robe could be considered casual clothing. Like June Cleaver--the TV mom on "Leave It To Beaver"--Martha wore dresses, only dresses, dresses that were overly modest, and she always sat like a lady in her overly modest dress.

When asked how she took care of her sexual needs, her middle son, Brian, was clueless. She didn't date, didn't lock herself away in her bedroom, and did not own a vibrator, dildo, or anything like a dildo. He and his two brothers had long been curious and looked hard for the answer. They sniffed every phallic object in the house, even the handle of the vacuum cleaner, even the phallic looking veggies.

Under more questioning by Judy, Brian remembered that they did own a shower wand, and when Judy related that bit of news, the ladies smiled knowingly.

Sandra had the scoop on Martha. She had befriended Martha shortly after the divorce, shortly after her hometown return with three kids and not much else. When she had to get out of her parents' house or go mad, Sandra helped her get the apartment and a job at the bank where she worked. Sandra lived next door to Martha's parents, and that's how they'd met six months prior.

At the time of the meeting, Martha had only been in her new apartment one month. Though they'd moved away from each other, Sandra stopped by Martha's apartment frequently, and they shared their lunch breaks at work.

Sandra was eager to get Martha into her bed, and had made the sexy divorcee her personal project from their first meeting. Martha used to hang out at Sandra's house to escape her parents, though her parents warned her that the woman next door was a slut that would pass on her tarnish by association. Martha quickly realized they were right, and just as quickly realized that the woman was a bisexual slut. Still, there was no other escape, and escape became a greater and greater priority.

On Monday evening, after screwing her own son and before the meeting with Judy, Barbara, Gwen, Carol, and Gloria, Sandra drove across town to see Martha Ackerton, catching her at a rare time when no one else was home, right before she was getting ready to take a shower. Though Martha never came to visit after moving from the neighborhood, Sandra became a regular visitor at Martha's place.

The women, having agreed on the goal of turning Martha Ackerton into a whore, sat forward, sensing a juicy story. Sandra saw their eager expressions and said, "Nothing much happened, so just relax. This woman does not open up easily, and she plays the innocent prude to the hilt, even with me. I don't hold back with her, and when I say fuck, she blushes. To tell you the truth, I don't think she likes me. She thinks I'm a crude slut with the hots for her."

Carol said, "Well, she's right, isn't she?"

"Sure, but I never said I was."

"Did she?"

"No, but I can tell what she's thinking. She's friendly because she owes me; and besides, she has no other friends. From what I gather, she was a loner when she lived here for just a few years and had no friends to look up when she returned. I suppose, I'm it."

Gwen offered, "For someone that looks as good as she does, that's awfully strange, don't you think?"

Carol said, "Not for a member of Christ's Crusade. They don't do much socializing outside the church, and they don't care much for each other from what I've seen. I was more than happy to be her best friend. That woman makes my panties wet, and I'm straight--well, almost."

Barbara said, "You said nothing much happened. What did happen, and what was she wearing?"

Sandra smiled, sat back, and said, "Actually, it was what she wasn't wearing. I'd never caught her half dressed. Usually, it was the other way around. I remember several times when I sat kitty-corner to her at my dining table wearing only panties while her kids and mine made constant walk-throughs. She hated that, but would rather sit through that humiliation than sit at home with her born-again parents.

"I wasn't about to let this rare opportunity slip through my fingers. I felt her snatch and tweaked her nipples through her robe. Nice nips, nice snatch, too. She's a true redhead and she shaves her cunt lips. You'd eat that pussy, Carol. Hell, my mother would eat that pussy, and she still calls it a you-know-what."

Carol licked her lips, made a yummy sound, and said, "What was she wearing, damnit? Spill it, Sandy. How did you get to feel her pussy?"

"Okay, here's what happened. First, she only had on a thin robe. She was in the bathroom when I knocked, and she tried to get me to come back later. I just pushed on in. You know me. Well, she didn't want to talk, not in that skimpy wrap, anyway. She kept trying to excuse herself, afraid the boys might walk in and see her half naked, though what she had on was more than I ever wear at home in front of my boys, her boys, any boys.

"You could see her nipples through the material, so I suppose that's what had her concerned; that, plus the fact that the robe was too short, probably something her hubby bought for her and she only wore in the bedroom. I'm sure her parents didn't know she even owned a robe like that."

Carol, "How'd you get her to stay put?"

"It was hard, but I forced her to sit down and listen. I scooted my chair up close, getting my left knee between her two knees. I made like I had great news, then hit her right between her big green eyes with, 'I just fucked my son and it was the ultimate sexual experience. I just had to tell someone.'"

Judy said, "You don't mess around, do you?"

"Opportunity only knocks once. Well, you could see the color drain from her face. Her fucking chin hit her lap. I mean, she took that news like the Pope hearing about a nun that screws goats in the pews. While the shock was still registering, I reached out and laid my hand high on her left leg, on bare flesh, right up here about four inches from her snatch, a little under the edge of the robe where it parted. In fact, my hand made the robe part a bit more."

Barbara said, "Had you ever touched her in an intimate way before?"

"Never like that. I was always touchy-feely with her, but there never was much bare skin to get touchy-feely on. With all that creamy naked skin, I went for the brass ring. I swear, I have never felt skin that soft and pliable other than on a freshly powdered baby's butt, and it's like that wherever you touch her."

Gwen said, "I believe it. Whenever I see her, I just want to run my fingers all over every inch of her body. God, I am so envious. What did she do when you touched her there?"

"She tensed. I squeezed and said, 'Oh, Martha, you must try incest. A young boy is so appreciative of a pussy donor. They can really slam the pork to you, and they just keep on slamming. They cum once and keep on fucking that messy pussy, making whipped cream in your snatch. With three under your roof, your cunt would never go dry. You'd make squishy sounds when you walked or crossed your legs. You would reek of fuck.'"

Judy said, "You really lay it on thick, don't you."

"A picture is worth a thousand words, and I had her seeing pictures. Now she's red and she's got her hand on mine, trying to block my hand from creeping higher or going between her thighs. And let me tell you, that woman has creamy fucking thighs. I never felt skin so soft in my life, not even on a baby. She tried to bring both legs together and trapped my leg as she did. By this time, I've got my hand between her inner thighs and the robe fell out from all the squirming.

"She's in a state, now, and she's trying to cover her bush. She has to use both hands, so my hand can now slide up, and I made it slide until I could feel wet flesh. When my fingers hit her in the slit, she went stiff as a board but didn't say anything, so I kept my hand wedged in there and sorta wiggled my fingers a little to tease the clit. You wanna talk about a hot, juicy pussy, and full ... god damn! That woman's guts were falling out through the crack. I had a handful of cunt guts."

Carol laughed with the others and said, "Cunt guts! Where did you get that term, from some two-bit fuck book? Talk about a mental picture that would gag a maggot on a puke bucket."

"That's what it reminds me of, but her cunt guts wouldn't gag a novice nun. They'd make her mouth water. I'm talking coral pink, glistening, clean, fresh, and sexy as all hell with no hair on the lips, big full lips, too. I swear, I have never seen a pussy look that damn good. If Ann Margaret had a pussy like Martha Ackerton, she could never get away with wearing those dancer's tights she wears. You can't hide a pussy like that. That's a pussy you can see through Levi's jeans. I'm not shitting you. I've seen her in jeans, and if all you could see was her crotch, you'd never know there was a girl in those jeans, and I've got this doll right by the cunt and I'm not about to let go."

Barbara asked, "Didn't she object to any of this?"

"Not in a way that would stop me. When there was no doubt that I was trying to play with her pussy, she starts whining about how I shouldn't, how the boys might barge in, how she had to get dressed, all of which I ignored as I kept describing my screw with Robby in the crudest terms I could think of. I think I said shit to that woman that nobody had ever said to her. Her ex was a born-again from the family church, an arranged wedding from what I hear. They marry them off young. She was all of thirteen, and he was in his early twenties. Figure that out."

Gwen said, "I've heard of that. They marry in the eyes of God then make it legal when the kid turns of legal age in the state they're in. They marry them off younger than that. When the kid starts bleeding, God says she's ready."

"Anyway, fourteen years into this unholy marriage, she bugged out. She said she left out of pure boredom. You can imagine what a loser this character was. My guess is she got screwed three times in her life, and those were missionary screwings with the lights off."

Carol said, "A fuck that starts with an invocation and ends with a benediction with a boring sermon in between. I've been there, and I bugged out in fourteen months."

"Me too. I think the crude talk did more to unnerve her than what was happening between her legs. I don't think that woman had heard a dirty word since grade school."

Gwen eagerly pressed, "Sandy, it's about time you got back between her legs. Please, go on, and try to avoid going off on these side trips."

"Well, she slowly stops whining and eventually stops tugging on her robe. The robe eases apart, and before long, I'm seeing her entire cunt as she sits stiffly with my hand freely feeling between her legs with my fingertips diddling in her cunt lips, and those were slimy cunt lips ... Oh, and shaved smooth as a baby's labia. She must have just finished shaving and was giving herself a good going over with the shower wand on pulse when I banged on her door."

Gwen said, "Surprise, surprise."

"Yeah, she sure as hell didn't want to see me."

Judy said, "I never would have thought you could get that far with a woman like her. What made you think you could get away with that?"

"After Robby screwed me, we laid together, still joined for a breather. I knew he had been after Martha from the moment he saw her, and she was always at our home, many times while I was working. I knew she had to fend off my husband, Jay, but I also knew he'd be easy to fend off. The guy's a wimp when it comes to seduction, but I also knew Robby wasn't. He'd go for it, and keep on going after it. I wanted the whole story, what he'd done, what worked, what didn't, and how far he'd gotten with her."

Carol sat forward and excitedly said, "Did he screw her?"

"He didn't screw her, but he sure put her through some embarrassing shit trying. She endured grabbing, penile exposures, flipped-up skirts, and if she tried to nap with Robby at home, she'd awake with his naked dick putting lip gloss on her lips with her skirt rucked up to her tits, all with her boys watching from the wings."

Judy said, "She tolerated that?"

"She endured all that and kept coming back. She never said a word to me about the shit Robby was doing to her, so I knew she'd tolerate me, and I kinda knew what trash talk would get her clit to stand up and wiggle."

Carol rubbed her hands together and excitedly said, "I knew this would get better. Go on."

"I'm still talking trash to her, and I can see her nipples are jutting out, hard as hell. I have never seen nipples stick out like hers did. When they're relaxed, they go flat and almost formless, but when that woman gets excited, there's no hiding it. I swear, those pink-nosed puppies stood out an inch and a half, at least. They looked like pinky fingers sticking out of her boob. They're the damnedest nipples I ever saw."

Gwen said, "Puckered nice and tight, huh?"

"Springy and tight, more erect than pucked, like a little baby's dick. She has these conical nipples, slender cones with no discernible nipple tip, bullet nipples, Jay calls them, only hers are longer than any bullet nipples I ever saw. Hers were more like missile cones emerging from a cream-colored silo--a high, firm mound, a proud mound."

Gwen said, "A high, firm, proud mound of dirt, right?"

"Okay, the metaphor wasn't so great, but you get the idea. She has great tits, fantastic tits. The woman does not wear a bra for the support. She wears one to keep her boobs from vibrating and her nipples from showing."

Gloria said, "Now, I have a good picture."

"When she sees me staring at her tits, she clutches the robe at the top, but doesn't shield her nipples, so I reach out and tweak one. That nipple felt like the head of a hard skinny dick. I tweak it good, not too hard, but hard enough that she can't brush my fingers off. I wanted to get my cunt up there and fuck it."

Carol says, "Oh, God, I love this. Nothing much happened, huh?"

"I didn't get screwed or eaten and didn't cum, so no. Anyway, I keep talking trash, but now I'm keeping both hands busy while I'm asking her about her boys, prying, trying to get her to fess up to dreaming about all those nice, young, hard cocks under her roof. She didn't deny having those thoughts, but she wouldn't talk, either. I told her she had to try them, and if she wouldn't, I would. All she could say was, 'Please,' as in 'please let me go.'"

Judy said, "Please let me go as in 'You're driving me crazy,' or 'Please let me go, I hate this.'"

"It sounded like please let me go, I hate this, but her body language said I was driving her crazy with lust. I went from one nipple to the other, and she didn't try to stop me. I also got my fuck fingers up her soupy hole. The bitch is tight, so hubby had to be a worm and she doesn't get friendly with cucumbers. Two was a nice fit, but I squeezed four in without hurting her, then went back to one and she still felt tight. That's good elastic pussy like teenage sluts have."

Gwen said, "And she just sat there and let you examine her elasticity, huh?"

"Yes. She could have prevented that by scooting her chair back and clamping her legs together, but she didn't scoot and they weren't clamped, just closed lightly on my knee. I kept on about her little studs, and she was in a sweat."

Barbara said, "You were home free with this bitch. How did you go away empty handed?"

"I'll get to that. I think I nailed her favorite fantasy square on the head. I was fucking her hard with three fingers while working the shit out of those nipples. Her hands came down and gripped the armrests and her legs drifted out. It was all out there now, and I had her doing the rolling hump on my fucking fingers. I know I'm home free now."

Gwen said, "No shit! What is her fantasy?"

"She wants to be taken advantage of in a helpless position, as in drunk, drugged, powerless, unconscious like in those naps she knew better than to take with a house full of horny boys. She should have worn jeans or at least worn panty hose to my house, but she never did. Her uniform was a dress that buttoned down the front, worn over panties and a bra. They've all seen her bras and panties, and Robby got to peer inside. He described her intimate parts to a 'T', so I know he wasn't bull-shitting, and I know damn well she didn't sleep through that."

Carol said, "I've done that, and I can assure you, she was wide awake. I'll bet her thing is rape fantasies. Am I right?"

"She loves gang bang scenarios, but not gang rape. She needs to be taken forcefully, but not in anger. For her, I think just knowing that her sons had their way with her would be enough. I confronted her with what I knew and suspected. She wouldn't deny my accusations. She eventually admitted to being awake and getting a charge out of knowing that her kids were watching what Robby was doing to her sleeping body. I got her to admit that she fantasized about a situation that went all the way with all of them."

Judy said, "It sounds to me like this project will be a cinch."

"It is, but it'll take work. She was about to give me the details of this gang rape fantasy of hers. Her legs parted as wide as she could get them and she had lifted her cunt and was humping my hand when her ten-year-old barged in. When she saw Greg, she was out of that seat in a flash, but not before he got an eyeful."

Carol excitedly said, "Talk about timing. What did he see, Sandy?"

"Plenty. He got a good shot of her full frontal nudity and my hand up her cunt, and I made sure he saw her bare ass. When she dragged herself off my fingers, I dragged my fingers along her flank, taking the robe with them and giving it a high flip in parting. He got a good shot of her ass, so he saw all she had. The kid came over and just stared as I sniffed and licked my fingers. He got the cutest little boner, so I know what he was thinking."

Gloria said, "Where was Martha?"

"She'd dashed into her bedroom, but she left the door open. I suppose that was to hear what I might say to him. After all, I told her I wanted to screw every one of her boys and planned to seduce them, one by one. She didn't tell me not to, but she sure didn't want to be present when I did. Besides, Greg was her baby. Had it been Bill, she may not have been so quick to get back. We could hear her hurriedly getting decent, and she wasted no time getting back out, flushed face and all. She wanted me outta there, and fast. I got ushered out PDQ, let me tell you."

Carol said, "Oh, shit, just when it was getting good."

"I did stall at the door and got in one more, a doozie. With Greg standing right by her, I said, 'You have a lovely pussy, Martha. Don't be such a prude. With a pussy like that, you should be shooting bare beavers like Daniel Boone. That's how you attract hard dicks. If you want to get screwed, you gotta show those boys your pussy. Do what I do. Let them see what a hot and juicy twat you have between your legs, and you'll start getting screwed. Lose the panties and get you some mini-skirts. Wave that juicy pussy in their faces and they'll slip you some hard cock.'"

Judy laughed and said, "I'll bet she shit."

"She was white as a ghost. The bitch just slumped against the edge of the door and groaned. That's when I took my leave. I sure wish I could have seen what happened when she shut the door and faced Greg. He was grinning ear to ear when I left, a devil grin, so that's what she faced, that and a cute boner. He may be the youngest, but he's the boldest, another Robby in the making. Greg has been Robby's understudy since the day they met. I think that she turned around and faced a little Robby with a hard-on and, thanks to me, he had the courage to make his first move."

Judy said, "So, how are we going to get that woman what she wants, and then get her to do what we want?"

Sandy said, "I've given that a lot of thought since I saw her last, and I think Robby can break her down the rest of the way. Once she tastes the forbidden fruit, blackmail will do the rest. She'll do anything to keep this from her folks."

Judy asked, "So, how can Robby get her? Now that she lives across town, she never sees him."

"She will now. His orders are to go to her place after school and wait for me to pick him up. She knows what a nasty boy he is, and hearing about how he treats me really got her going. I got to her pussy after describing how he came up to me, shoved his hand between my legs, and said, 'Stop teasing me, bitch, and give me some pussy.'"

Judy said, "That got to her, huh? Maybe Greg tried that."

"No, he's too young to pull that off. I discussed this project with Robby. He can get those boys to work with him. He's going to be Brian's best buddy until we nail her. He's over there right now as a matter of fact, and he has a scheme that just might go all the way. I waited at the bus stop and gave him some pointers, so let's keep our fingers crossed. Robby and the other two boys arrived home thirty minutes after Greg, so they might have walked in on a mother fucking. She was that hot. I wouldn't be too surprised."

Judy said, "What is he planning to do, drug her?"

"No, he wants her to be wide awake, and so do I. He thought of getting her into a friendly poker game that he'd turn into strip poker, but I doubted that would work. I suggested Truth or Dare."

Judy said, "Truth or Dare?"

"Yeah, it's a swinger's favorite for breaking the ice with new or reluctant couples. The game sounds innocent enough, but can get wild real quick, especially if you get commitments to see the game through to its conclusion and swear to take every dare or tell the truth when challenged."

Gloria said, "I've played Truth or Dare, and it doesn't work on people that lie or have nothing to confess. It won't work on a woman like Martha."

"Under the rules Robby will lay out it will. She'll select truth when she gets picked, but no matter what she says, they'll all vote that she lied. A majority vote makes a liar. Liars must take a dare from each player. If she agrees to play by those rules, she'll be constantly taking dares. If she fails to take a dare or quits the game, she has to pay each player one hundred dollars. She doesn't have it, and she prides herself on keeping her word."

"Shit! I wish we'd thought of doing it that way. That would work if she agrees to play by those rules and the other players are in cahoots."

"Robby knows how to set the trap, and I coached him on going slow and easy with the dares, building one on the other like foreplay until the victim is ready to do anything. Martha has heard about the game from me, so she knows about the trap, the strategy, and the ultimate, inescapable conclusion--a no-holes-barred gang bang."

Carol said, "Well I would think that plan is out."

"I doubt it. If she falls into the trap, she wants to be trapped and gang banged with no holes barred. Robby knows that she knows, so this should be an interesting evening for our sexy little mommy, soon to be the most notorious whore that ever hit this burg, and if you think her parents aren't going to know every trick she turns, think again. I'm buying a movie camera. I'm tired of those assholes looking down their pious noses at me."

Carol said, "Sandy, you're awful, but I absolutely love it. I know her parents. I knew a family that went to their church, and they know Martha very well. They were surprised when she got married off at thirteen. No one knew why she dropped out of school. I found out from church people. She went on some church mission as a wife."

"There's more to it than that, Carol. Personally, I think she was a victim of sexual abuse. A slut wouldn't turn prude, but an abuse victim would. I think she was sold into sexual slavery and taken on the road to keep a traveling preacher from getting bored. I think she lived her fantasy as a child, and I think she was abused by her parents. They still treat her like a child, and she responds to them as a child would. It's all very strange, but I aim to get to the bottom of this. The movies should do the trick."

Carol said, "This is fantastic. Oh, Sandy, I just got a great idea. Why don't we swing by there on the way home and pop in on them. Our stopping by won't stop the game, will it?"

"By the rules Robby will lay out in advance, nothing stops the game. We could, just to see if the game scheme worked, but we'd inhibit the hell out of her and her boys if we stuck around."

"If we can see we are inhibiting the game, we can always leave. I think our being there might have the opposite effect, especially if we smile a lot and act like we're loving it. We could serve as a catalyst."

"With the boys, yes, but I'm not so sure about Martha. On the other hand, she damn near gave in to me. I felt like I could have pulled her head between my legs, and she'd have gone with the pull. She is one horny and sexually frustrated bitch. Fuck it. I'm game if you are. Anyone else want to go with us?"

Barbara said, "I think two is enough. Let's not rush things. If you go, I think you should just pop in and then leave."

"Maybe you're right. I'm just eager to get this ball rolling. I want her; I want her bad."

Judy said, "Barbara's right. Pop in and then pop out. Let Robby do this on his own. She'll be a big feather in his cap, and he does like his feathers. Anything you do to help will take away and make his feather seem smaller."

"You're right, Judy. I'd love to make Robby her pimp. If we succeed, he should own her luscious ass."

Barbara spoke as the group leader and said, "I think we're all in agreement on that. If he gets her, he keeps her."

"Great! That's what we'll do, pop in and pop out." She glanced to the sleeping dog and said, "I think this party's over. Shall we get to poppin', Carol?"

* * *

Martha was now a group project and Sandra was elected the project leader. She went right to work with a pop-in visit right after their meeting broke up.

[Follow the "Martha Project".]

Other projects were discussed and by the close of their first meeting, Gwen & Gloria, Carol, and Barbara each headed group projects.

The Connely family went to Carol because they were neighbors. Cindy Connely, age 11, the youngest daughter of Sara and Stewart Connely, a local car dealer, were on the iffy list. Sara Connely knew that Carol hired transients and drifters to baby-sit Tiffany and knew Carol spied on them while they molested the girl. Sara didn't approve but didn't put her down for it. Cindy and Tiffany were the same age, in the same class, neighbors, and best friends, so Cindy knew everything Tiffany knew, and the sexual histories revealed that she'd been telling Sara all along. This was news to Carol.

All agreed that Sara had to be getting off on it and would probably go along with setting Cindy up to be molested. Through Cindy, Judy's class learned that Connie, age 16, their oldest daughter and Cindy's big sister, had been raped at the age of twelve, and this rape was never reported though they knew who did it--Stewart's best friend and fishing buddy, Barney.

She got raped again, six months later, again, three months after that, twice the following month, at least once a month for the next six months, and then Stewart and Barney took Connie on a week-long camping/fishing trip that she didn't want to go on, wasn't told about, and had to be hog tied, gagged, wrapped in a blanket, carried out of the house at four in the morning, and dumped in the bed of Barney's pickup truck. They left a note that Connie wanted to go fishing and brought her back a week later, stiff, bruised, ate-up with bug bites, unable to walk, pregnant for her fourteenth birthday.

Happy birthday!

The baby looked exactly like Stewart, so they put it up for adoption. Mark, Cindy's thirteen-year-old brother, fucks Connie daily and has since her fourteenth birthday party. Now, he's getting tired of Connie and starting to notice Cindy.

Carol's plan was simple. The next time Cindy spends the night with Tiffany, hire Barney to baby-sit them and invite Sara over to watch. All she could say would be, thanks, but no thanks, but no one was willing to bet she would. After all, Barney was still hanging around, still raping Connie when it was his turn, and he was getting tired of sharing her well-used twat with Stewart and Mark. The poor girl needed relief in her seventh month of her third pregnancy.

[Sara Connely is a mutt slut from way back, and her story is a bizarre chronicle of her life after marriage. Read about it in "The Sara Connely Story".]

And then there was Billy Krough, age 11, son of Faye and Don Krough, the youngest of five--Jill 18, Frank 17, Harriet 15, Ben 13, and little Billy. There was a good looking, All-American family, and Don Krough was Barbara's plumber who she caught trying to fix her youngest daughter, Cindy's, plumbing by putting his finger in the leak that he caused by tickling her. He was still sweating out the legal action, so it was time she and Bruno popped in on the Kroughs to see what they could work out to keep the bread winner of that large family out of prison.

Barbara's idea was to breed Faye to a few hounds from the pound in front of her family. After Faye got fucked by a few horny dogs, she probably wouldn't object to little Billy having some All-American, wholesome mom pussy since he'd be in charge of the family kennel, seeing to it that all the dogs were kept well bred and smiling. Hey, it's a job, and someone's gotta do it.

Needless to say, the women thought Barbara had a marvelous idea, and since she was willing to let Don plug all the leaks in her daughter with any suitable leak plugger on his body, they didn't see him raising an objection.

[Go with Barbara in the story, "Tabasco Momma".]

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