Arthur Honeycut, chief financial officer for Greyson Industries, was caught completely off guard when his boss, Ed Greyson, confronted him with charges of embezzling thousands of dollars from petty cash. Ten sworn statements from plant workers made Arthur realize that Ed wasn't joking. Arthur was told to sign a confession and his job would be spared. Arthur signed.
When Ed pocketed the confession, witnessed by his smiling bimbo secretary, Arthur discovered what the charade was all about. Ed said, "Now, Arthur, unless you want to do hard time in the county jail, you bring your daughter to my office this Saturday. You will strip her naked, and you will watch her get fucked by me and my staff."
The color drained from Arthur's face as he stared with disbelieving eyes. How any grown man could even think of having intercourse with a twelve-year-old girl, and Tammy especially, was beyond him. She was such a dear, sweet, innocent child, the apple of his eye, his pride and joy, his only daughter after three boys. Arthur was speechless.
Ed said, "Look, Arthur, we've done everything but fuck her. I strip her and finger-fuck her at our meetings. She sucks our dicks. She's a real hit with my executive group, and the kid has a hot little pussy on her. She's ready for cock, and we're ready to break her in."
Arthur stared dumbfounded at Ed, unable to believe his ears. Tears welled in Arthur's eyes as he contemplated the truth that might be behind Ed's words. Ed saw the tears welling up and stepped up to lay a hand on Arthur's shoulder, saying, "Don't take it so hard, pal. We could have been banging her all along. I just figured we ought to bring you in on this since she's your kid. Don't worry. I have no intention of leaving you out."
Arthur shook free of Ed's grasp, stepped back, and eyed Ed with contempt. Ed shrugged and said, "Suit yourself, but see that she's here and looking good. You go home and sulk if you want, but you be here, or so help me, I'll see that you rot in jail and I'll still fuck your kid. Now get out."
Arthur left Ed's office on trembling legs. He had a talk with Tammy as soon as he got home. They were alone in the house. She confirmed the things Ed told him. She tried to console her father, and assured him that she was willing to do whatever they wanted, that she knew all about sex, and that she knew what they wanted to do.
Arthur just stared blankly at his beautiful daughter. In an effort to break through to her father, Tammy hiked her skirt and pulled her panties down. She presented her naked vagina and said, "See, I'm used to showing my pussy. I'm not shy at all. You can look between my legs, too, if you want."
Arthur could not help but look at the cutest vagina he'd ever seen. His intense stare encouraged Tammy. She assumed he wanted to see more. She dropped to the floor at her father's feet, then spread her legs wide, saying, "You can see everything this way. I told you I'm not shy."
Arthur gazed on Tammy's wide open sex, marveling at her development. What he stared at was no child vagina. His Tammy had a mature vagina, only on a small scale with very little hair. Despite his anxiety, anger, and loathing for Ed Greyson, Arthur's dick became hard as he watched Tammy manipulate her young sex, almost as if she were intentionally trying to arouse him. She pulled the tight lips apart to expose her wet, pink, and glistening hole, saying, "This is where Uncle Ed likes to put his fingers." She toyed with her standing clittie nub, saying, "When he rubs this part, I have an orgasm. I like having orgasms. They feel great."
Arthur still hadn't said a word, and Tammy was masturbating. She entered her hole with the fingers of one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Arthur watched her passions rise quickly as she squirmed under her own practiced fingers. A short while later, she tensed, quivered, and cried out, "I'm having one now, Daddy. Oh ... Oh ... Ahhhhhh! Oh, this feels soooooooooo goooooood."
Arthur watched so intently that he forgot where he was, who he was, and who he was watching. All he saw was pussy, young pussy, tight young pussy. His cock throbbed in his slacks, and his hand pressed against his throbbing erection.
Tammy recovered from her orgasm and sat up, resting on her elbows pressed to her knees, keeping her knees wide and her pussy in the open. She looked at her father's hand massaging his cock through his pants, and smiled, saying, "You got a boner, huh? They all do. Are you going to jack off, too? Do you want me to do it for you? I know how. Uncle Ed taught me."
Arthur shook the cobwebs from his head, looked to his crotch, and jerked his hand away, saying, "Oh ... Uh, no sweetheart."
"I don't mind, really. I like seeing them squirt baby cream."
"No, Tammy. That wouldn't be right for a girl to touch her father there."
"Okay, but I'd never tell anyone."
"No, that's okay. We really shouldn't. Uh ... Tammy, are you sure you don't mind doing what those men want to do?"
"You mean fuck me?"
Arthur started to correct her language, but caught himself and said, "Yes, that."
"No, I don't mind. Uncle Ed says fucking makes better orgasms, so I'm all for it."
The term Uncle Ed made Arthur cringe, but he thought better of correcting that as well, considering the intimate relationship they shared and would likely expand. Arthur said, "I take it you've seen a grown man's penis."
"Sure, lots. Well, eight, anyway. I even get to suck on them. They like to squirt in my mouth. It's kind of icky when they do that, but I don't mind too much. If I swallow fast, I hardly taste anything. Want me to suck on yours? I can do it right, without my teeth getting in the way. I just make my lips go like this."
Tammy opened her mouth wide while her lips stayed over her teeth. Arthur said, "No, that wouldn't be right, either. Tammy, are you sure you can take a man's penis inside you?"
"I think so. I practice with Mom's rubber one. Don't tell her, okay?"
Arthur's eyes widened. He said, "Your mother has a rubber di ... penis?"
"Sure, didn't you know? She keeps it between the mattress and box springs. She fucks herself with it."
"You've seen her do this?"
"Yeah, but she doesn't know."
"Well, if you think you're ready, then I guess we'll go in to the office together on Saturday."
"Great, I'll be ready. I'll be naked under my dress. That makes it easier for them."
"I'm sure. Tammy, why don't you cover yourself. We don't need anybody walking in on us with you like that."
"Okay, but everybody in the family has seen my pussy."
"They have, have they?"
"Yeah, I told you, I'm not shy anymore. Bill, Ted, and John like seeing my pussy, and Mom likes seeing it too. She says I have a very pretty pussy, and I shouldn't be ashamed to show it. Sometimes, she shows my pussy to her friends."
"What friends?"
"You know, John and Marsha from next door; Uncle Pete; Doug and Ellen from the beauty salon; the pool guys, Eugene and Mark; the paper boy; the meter reader guy; those friends."
"I see. Tammy, does your mother ever go into the bedroom with any of her friends?"
"Uh, oh. You want to know if she lets them fuck her, huh? You're going to be mad, aren't you? She told me not to tell."
"It'll be our secret, just like this Saturday meeting will be."
"Okay, if you promise, and swear to god."
"I swear to god. I'll never tell."
"Yes, she does. She lets the guys fuck her, and she likes to kiss the girls between their legs. She licks the girls' pussies for them."
"Oh, Jesus."
"You're mad, aren't you? She said you'd be mad."
"I'm not as mad as I am shocked. You think you know a person after twenty years of marriage. The fucking slut."
"Wow, you must be mad. You never say fuck in front of me."
"I'm sorry, Tammy. No, I'm not sorry. If you can say fuck, I'll be god damned if I can't. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! There."
"Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, I do."
"Great, then say fuck all you want. I like hearing you say fuck. Mom says fuck all the time, and she always feels good."
"She should, she's fucking half the mother fucking town. Hell, she's probably fucking her own boys."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about them."
"Oh Jesus!"
"You'd better say fuck some more. Your face is all red again."
"Saying fuck won't help."
"Fucking your kids is pretty bad, huh?"
"It's the ultimate bad, Tammy."
"I thought so, but I was kinda hoping you'd fuck me some day. I feel left out. All I get to do is show my pussy. I guess this means you never will, huh?"
"Don't be too sure about that, sweetheart. I have a feeling those perverts at the plant would love to watch us fucking. I'll fuck you if they make me fuck you."
"That would be nice, but I'd rather you fucked me because you wanted to fuck me."
Arthur leaned out and ruffled her hair, saying, "I want to fuck you more than anything in the world, Tammy, but I need to be forced. I really hope they force me. Does that make you feel better?"
"Yeah, lots better. I can't wait till Saturday."
"That makes me feel better, but I can wait."
Carol Honeycut was the first to arrive home after Arthur and Tammy had their talk. She flounced in, her usual bubbly self, sporting her new hairdo, her third that week. She posed for Arthur and said, "How do you like me as a redhead? It was Ellen's idea. She says I look hot in red."
Arthur tried hard to mask his feelings. He said, "I suppose if you want to look hot, that'll do."
Carol noticed the sarcastic edge to his voice, and said, "You don't seem too enthused. Don't you want a hot wife? A flaming vixen? How was your day?"
Arthur wanted to know if Carol smelled of pussy. He took Carol by the shoulders and leaned in for a kiss after saying, "Same ole' same ole'."
Carol drew back, saying, "What are you doing?"
"I just felt like kissing you. Hello! What's wrong with that?"
Carol turned her head as he went for her lips, saying, "Arthur, I need to brush my teeth."
"Nonsense. Give me a kiss." Arthur went for her lips once again while pulling her closer. Carol could not escape and let the lip to lip contact happen with little response. Arthur sniffed while kissing and detected pussy. As he parted, Carol eyed him suspiciously. Arthur said, "That wasn't the best kiss I ever had."
"I'll give you a better kiss after I brush."
Bill and Ted, his youngest boys at fifteen and sixteen, arrived home together. They both took Carol in an embrace to kiss her hello on the lips. Arthur noted that Carol offered her lips without reservation, though she still hadn't brushed. Arthur had seen them kiss on the lips a thousand times, but this time, the act looked obscene. Arthur watched closely and saw Ted give his mother's ass a parting squeeze as he said, "Mom, you look great as a redhead--a red fox."
"Thanks, Ted, but your father doesn't think so."
Ted brushed by Arthur with a pat to his shoulder and playfully said, "Don't go by Dad. He only gets excited by a balanced ledger."
When John, his seventeen-year-old entered thirty minutes later, Arthur watched him closely. He quietly got up and followed John to the kitchen where Carol was preparing dinner. Arthur watched John creep up on Carol. He grabbed her by the hips and pressed his loins hard against her ass while nuzzling her neck. John ground his cock to Carol's ass as she giggled and swatted his forehead with a wet ladle, whispering loud enough for Arthur to hear, "Stop that, you horny bastard. Your father's in the next room."
John said, "He's reading the paper. Relax. We'll hear if he gets up. Give me some sugar."
John lifted Carol's skirt past her hips. He revealed that she wore no panties, and the boy wasn't at all surprised to find his mother bare beneath her skirt. Carol stepped out with her left foot as he reached around with both hands to dip low into her crotch, pulling her naked ass back to him as she gripped the counter top. Arthur's jaw dropped open as he watched her do a sexy grind against their son's loins with her skirt hanging up on her hips and her feet planted wide.
Carol looked like a bitch in heat. Despite his anger, Arthur felt his dick getting hard. He canceled his plan to walk in on them. Confronting them with a hard dick tenting his pants would never do. Arthur wanted to walk away, but his feet wouldn't move. The more he saw, the more he wanted to see. They grew bolder with each pelvic grind until John removed one hand from his mother's crotch and used that hand to fish out his cock. Carol said, "John, this is crazy. Not now, for Christ's sake, not with your father here."
John said, "So what? That never stopped you before."
"He's acting very strangely today. He knows I've been eating pussy, but he wouldn't confront me with it."
Arthur noticed that Carol did nothing to stop him from inserting his cock, and even assisted by reaching between her legs to help guide him. Arthur also thought it was strange that they were only concerned about him being home. The others were home, too. Did they carry on their incestuous affairs openly when he was away? Did they fuck in the kitchen as a matter of course? Arthur needed another talk with Tammy to clarify this intriguing question. The very idea had his dick rock hard.
Arthur watched them fuck for a good five minutes while keeping a close ear and eye out for anyone who might enter the living room and catch him spying. He felt like the one sinning. He never saw anything so erotic in his life and found himself empathizing with both of them. His anger, resentment, and hurt pride diminished with each thrust of John's impressive young cock into Carol's delightfully sexy body.
He became so absorbed in their fucking that Tammy entered the room without him noticing. They saw each other at the same time, and Tammy could also see what her father was looking at. She brought her finger to her smiling lips and tiptoed over to him. She whispered in his ear, "See, I told you. Now, watch this."
Tammy padded into the kitchen before Arthur could stop her. He watched as she walked up beside them and took a glass from the dish drainer. She startled them for only a second, but they never missed a stroke. As Tammy filled her glass with water, Carol whispered, "Is your father still reading?"
"Yes, don't worry. I'll cough loud if he gets up."
Tammy padded out and over to Arthur, holding back a snicker. She whispered, "They like doing it where they'll get caught. They do it a lot behind your back." Arthur stiffened when Tammy reached for and squeezed his cock. Arthur's first impulse was to bat her hand away, but her hand felt so damned good that he fought the impulse. Tammy kept squeezing his cock, then whispered, "It's fun watching, huh?"
Arthur nodded. What else could he do? He had a hard-on. Hard-ons are fun. His was getting more fun by the second, but if he didn't stop Tammy's maddening fingers, he'd soil his pants. Arthur watched John cum in Carol's wildly gyrating pussy, then removed Tammy's hand and crept back to his lounger. He slowly settled and gingerly picked up the newspaper. Tammy took a seat on the sofa.
John entered the room and stopped by Arthur's chair to say, "How'd you like Mom's new hairdo, Pops? Doesn't she look hot?"
Without looking up, Arthur said, "Yes, she looks hot."
Moments later, Carol entered the room. She was obviously headed for the bathroom, but Arthur called her over. Carol came up behind Arthur's chair, but Arthur motioned her to the front, saying, "Come around here and let me get another look at that new hairstyle of yours."
Carol nervously said, "I need to go to the bathroom, Arthur. I need to go really bad. I'll be right back."
"Come on. You can hold it for one more minute. I'm between articles. Come on, Carol. Come around here."
Tammy held back her smirking smile as she said, "Yeah, Mom, let Daddy see you. Let him see all of you."
Carol shot Tammy a stern look, but when Arthur looked over his shoulder at her, she smiled. Carol squared her shoulders, then marched to the center of the room, fluffing her hair in an attempt to draw Arthur's eyes away from her legs. The ploy didn't work, because Arthur's eyes went right to her legs where semen ran in trails to her calves. Carol saw where he was looking and went pale. Arthur said, "Do one of those modeling turns. Do it slow."
Carol eyed him suspiciously and turned a full three-sixty, expecting the roof to fall in on her at any second. When she faced front, Arthur's eyes were still focused on her legs, and still, he said nothing. He did glance up once, but his eyes immediately returned to her legs as a large glop of semen slid below her hemline. Carol cringed as she felt the goo sliding to her knee in full view of Arthur.
Carol said, "Arthur, I ..."
Arthur halted her with a raised hand and said, "How about doing a runway walk, just back and forth here?"
Carol looked at Arthur as though he were nuts or blind. By this time, the semen runs were at her heels and more followed in plain sight. Carol swallowed hard, squared her shoulders, and turned in profile to begin walking. She walked to the end of the room, turned, and walked back. Carol saw that Tammy had a hand cupped to her mouth to stifle a giggle. Carol stopped before Arthur, awaiting the confrontation. She faced Arthur just a few feet away with her feet defiantly planted apart, hands on her hips, waiting.
She watched Arthur's eyes travel up and down her legs from the hem to her feet and back without ever looking up. When he motioned her to take another walk, Carol looked to Tammy, then to Arthur. She then turned and began walking, this time putting a strut to her step and a sexy sway in her hips. She traversed the room three times, then came to stand before Arthur with an even wider stance, again with her hands on her hips.
The two other boys entered the room, quickly ascertained the situation, then joined Tammy on the sofa with John perched on the arm of the sofa. Carol gave Arthur more time to study her legs, then said, "Would you like to see the walk without the skirt?"
Arthur looked up with eyes that carried a dare and said, "Yes, I would."
Carol unfastened her belt, reached to her side to unhook the skirt, then tugged down the zipper. The skirt fell, revealing her naked loins, matted pussy hair, glistening inner thighs, and the semen still oozing from her cunt. She turned and did her walk with exaggerated flair, then returned. She said, "Satisfied?"
"Yes, thank you. You look hot, Carol. Ellen was right."
Carol smiled, picked up her skirt and belt, tossed them on her shoulder, and sauntered off. Arthur followed her with his eyes until she stopped, just inside the hall. She paused, then turned to face Arthur. She walked back in and said, "I guess I didn't have to go after all." While still facing Arthur, she stepped into her skirt, zipped up, placed the belt on, then returned to the kitchen. Tammy quickly moved to Arthur's chair and whispered, "Wow, that was neat. She knows that you know, but she thinks I told you. Tell her you saw her fucking, okay?"
Arthur said, "I don't plan to ever bring it up, and I doubt she will either."
Arthur was right. Carol never brought it up. She went about her business with the sperm drying on her legs. During their dinner, with the semen still wet, Carol made numerous trips around the table, all through the meal, making sure everybody was well-served. Everyone stared at her legs as she passed by. Carol ignored the obvious stares while doing everything humanly possible to draw attention to her legs. She even went so far as to hike the skirt's waist so far up under her sweater that the hemline just barely covered her pussy.
Carol managed to brazenly show the rear view of her naked pussy each time she leaned out across the table, and she leaned across the table to serve everyone. The obscene display called for a comment, but Arthur refused to say anything, even with her naked ass in his face. Carol spent so much time serving and reserving that she barely touched her meal.
After dinner, Arthur retired to his chair to watch the evening news. Ted offered to help with the dishes. Arthur heard very little dish rattle. Ted was in there for ten minutes, then returned and took a seat in the living room. Carol came in right after him and walked through, ostensibly looking for something. She looked everywhere, stooping, bending, squatting, but always within sight of Arthur. Arthur noticed the fresh sperm trails right away. When she returned to the kitchen, Bill said he'd go help with the dishes and John joined him.
When the boys came out fifteen minutes later, again, Carol followed shortly after them. This time, Carol was naked in her shoes. The sperm on the inside of Carol's legs was so thick a fly couldn't find a dry spot to land. She paraded her naked, sperm-covered body before everyone, but especially Arthur as she again pretended to be looking for something. Again, Arthur refused comment, and Carol was truly flustered.
After several minutes of this maddening charade, Carol came to stand between Arthur and the TV with her legs apart. She said, "Arthur, have you seen my panties?"
Arthur peered around her and said, "No, dear. When did you have them on last?"
Carol looked to the kids, then back to Arthur and said, "Sometime last month."
"If you haven't worn panties in a month, you can probably do without them, I would think."
Carol left the room shaking her head. Nothing was said, not even when they went to bed. Arthur was in the habit of reading in bed for an hour, lying on the covers propped up on two pillows, wearing a robe over his PJs. Carol usually slipped under the covers in the nude and turned her back to him. If she wanted sex, she'd lie on top of the covers and play with her pussy until Arthur made a move.
Arthur was first in bed. Carol followed ten minutes later. She'd remained nude throughout the evening, so seeing her enter in the nude was no surprise. The surprise was that she'd wiped her legs clean, but sported a fresh load on her cunt. Someone, probably Bill or Ted since John had already cum twice, had just jacked off on her cunt. Arthur reasoned that Carol cleaned her legs to better highlight her sperm-covered twat.
Carol strode over under Arthur's scrutiny of her spermy twat. She laid on the covers on her back and waited. Arthur made it a point to look at her pussy, then returned to reading. Carol laid still and quiet for a few minutes, then announced, "I forgot to tuck Bill in. I'll be back in about ten or fifteen minutes."
Arthur said, "Tuck him in good, dear. No need to hurry."
Carol paused to look back at Arthur from the door, then moved on. Ten minutes later, she returned with sperm thickly covering her lips and running down her chin and neck. She smiled at Arthur, then laid on the covers beside him. A minute passed before Carol said, "Aren't you going to kiss me good night? I brushed my teeth."
Arthur decided the time had come to talk. He set the book down, then rolled to his side, facing Carol. Carol turned her head toward him. Arthur saw the dare in her eyes as she puckered her slimy lips. Arthur stared at her lips for a few seconds, then leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. Carol grabbed his head, and his peck on the lips became a passionate, open-mouthed kiss that did not end until she managed to smear his mouth over every sperm cell, even those on her neck.
When Carol released Arthur, he eased back. She smiled. Arthur smiled. Carol coyly said, "Was that kiss better, Arthur?"
"That was much better. At least it didn't taste like a hairdresser's pussy." Carol got up on one elbow, turned to face Arthur, and said, "How long have you known?"
"What time is it?"
"Tammy told you?"
"I dragged it out of her. She didn't want to tell."
"Well, I'm glad you know."
"So am I. Now we can go back to having an honest relationship, if we ever had one."
"We did until three years ago, the day John slipped in with me in the shower. Things have gone down hill since then. Actually, I see them as up hill. So, what now? Do you want to eat me or divorce me? Those are your only choices."
Arthur trailed his fingers through the sperm in her crotch as Carol widened her spread. Together, they watched his fingers spreading the mess, completely coating her cunt. Arthur looked to Carol and said, "You drive a hard bargain, lady."
"I'm sorry, Arthur, but if we are to remain together, you must know your place. I can think of no better way, unless you were to get down on your knees before each of those boys and suck their cocks for them. Do it this way, and we'll keep it between you and me. That's a promise, but you'll be doing this regularly, whereas you'd only have to suck them off one time. You decide."
Arthur rolled to his belly and scooted down between Carol's wide-spread legs. Carol fanned her crotch open with her palms pressing on the inside of her inner thighs. Arthur stared at her wet, slimy pussy, then looked up over her mound, saying, "I'll try to adjust. Whose sperm will I be eating?"
"John's is inside; Bill's is outside. You must also clean what's left of Ted's off my face. Get busy."
Arthur took a deep breath, then got busy. The first few licks were a bit hard to take, but Arthur made the adjustment and was soon lapping with enthusiasm, driving Carol wild. She taunted him throughout the long process, urging him to get it all, lick deep, swallow, lick harder, faster, longer. He sucked her clit to a climax, then licked her face.
Arthur awoke the following morning to a bouncing bed. When he looked to Carol's side, he was confronted with the surreal sight of John fucking his wife missionary style. They were both naked, as were Bill and Ted, who stood at the bedside stroking their cocks. Arthur laid silently beside Carol and watched all three boys fuck their mother.
Little naked Tammy entered the room as John reached his climax. She hopped on the bed, sat cross-legged, and began masturbating. Arthur kept his erection hidden under covers, but he stroked his cock all through the bizarre ordeal and came when Bill pulled out and shot his load up Carol's body, hitting her in the face and tits.
After Bill climbed down, Carol ushered the kids out and locked the door. She returned to the bed with a sexy smile, whipped the covers from Arthur, and said, "As I thought. Crawl over here and lick my cunt. Come get your breakfast; get your breakfast of cum, fresh and warm." Arthur did not hesitate.
Although they promised to start an honest relationship, Arthur could not bring himself to tell Carol about Tammy and the men from the plant. He tried, several times, but he couldn't bring himself to start. On Saturday, he and Tammy left, as usual, without raising any suspicions.
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