Education of Charlotte Simmons

 

Chapter 1 Pool Party

    “Can I help you, Charlotte?” asked Charlie Kenwood.

    It was almost two in the morning.  He’d been in his home office when a noise from the kitchen brought him to investigate.  He’d flipped on the light to find Charlotte Simmons, one of his daughter Celeste’s classmates searching through the kitchen cabinets.  His gaze was instantly drawn to the exposed cheeks of Charlotte’s bare bottom.  

    She’s not wearing any panty realized Charlie as he quietly thanked the God of Perverts. The sight of girlishly lean buttocks instantly transmitted a signal to his groin causing his cock to stir against the thin cotton of his boxers.

    The exceptionally tall girl was reaching up to the highest shelf lifting her short nightgown exposing the soft folds of her labia.  Charlie’s daughter, Celeste, had invited Charlotte and three other girlfriends to a Friday night swim, cookout and sleepover.  Charlotte and Celeste had been classmates and very best friends all the way through the eighth grade.  Both rising freshman planned to try out for Maplewood High’s girl’s basketball team when school started in another week.

    “Oh,” said a startled Charlotte almost dropping the small glass she was reaching for.  “I got thirsty and couldn’t find a glass.”

    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.  We keep the drinking glasses here,” said Charlie stepping close as he opened a cabinet.  He purposefully placed his bare leg against hers as he took a large water tumbler from a lower shelf.  Charlie was wearing a tee shirt and boxers and his cock was still semi-hard from looking at Internet porn.

    “Thank you, I don’t mean to be a bother.  I didn’t think anybody else was awake,” said Charlotte taking the glass and filling it with water from the kitchen faucet.  She was aware and excited that Mr. Kenwood had gotten a good look at her bare bottom when she was reaching for the glass.  Her summer nightie had been short when her Mom bought it last year. Since then she’d grown two inches.

    During an earlier game of Truth or Dare with Celeste and the others, Charlotte removed her panty and separated her labia so the others could look into her vagina with a flashlight.

    “Prove you don’t have a hymen,” had been Celeste’s dare.

    “All right,” said Charlotte slipping her panty down then lying back on Celeste’s bed. Charlotte reached up grabbing the insteps of her feet drawing them down to her sides.  The girls had laughed hysterically when Charlotte’s vagina expelled air as a result.

     “Pussy farts, pussy farts,” squealed Celeste as everyone collapsed in hysterical laughter.  

    The other girls crowded close as Celeste parted Charlotte’s labia then shined a penlight in the small dark hole.  “I can’t see that far.  I wish we had one of those things they used at the gyno’s office.  Doctor Madison cranks me open until she can put her hand inside.  I think she’s a lesbian,” said Celeste peering into Charlotte’s narrow opening.

    “It’s called a speculum,” offered Charlotte who excelled at both academics and sports.  Charlotte’s index fingers entered her vagina to spread open the entrance.  “There, can you see now, no cherry?” asked Charlotte recalling how a week ago, she had squatted over an illuminated mirror to view the insides of her vagina.  Lately, her curiosity about sex had been insatiable.

    “No hymen, so who busted your cherry, Charlotte Simmons?” asked Celeste slipping her finger inside Charlotte’s vagina as she swiped her thumb over the clitoris.

    “My hairbrush, that feels good,” said Charlotte responding to Celeste’s touch.

    “You should have saved it for someone you love. I certainly am,” said Patty who was the prude of the group.

    “I love my hairbrush,” laughed Charlotte causing everyone else to laugh as they took turns looking into Charlotte’s vagina.  Once Charlotte had responded to the dare, the other girls had to submit to a hymen search.  Only Patty’s was still intact.

     Charlotte fell asleep without her underwear.  When she awoke thirsty, she couldn’t find her panty in the dark.  She crept down downstairs thinking no one would be awake.

    “Couldn’t sleep so I’ve been surfing the net,” said Charlie.  Actually, Charlie had been visiting Web sites displaying nude images of girls Charlotte’s age.  He had been sitting at his desk stroking his cock with one hand while clicking through images of teen age Ukrainian girls having sex with older men.  His penis was still semi-hard and making a tent in his boxers.

     “Did I cause that,” asked Charlotte looking directly at Charlie’s tumescence?  “Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude.”  What’s got into me wondered Charlotte.  Celeste is my best friend.  I wouldn’t want her father to think I was a slut.

     “Yes, but don’t worry.  Nothing is going to happen unless you want it to,” said Charlie feeling a definite spark of excitement between the two of them.  Take it slow, Charlie Kenwood.  She’s only fourteen.  One wrong move and you could be spending the rest of your life in the penitentiary.

    Maybe just maybe there is a possibility here Charlie told himself.  Earlier, he’d watched the girls in the Kenwood’s backyard swimming pool.  His wife, Toni, had acted pissed when she caught him masturbating in the dark spare bedroom that overlooked the pool area.

     “Jesus, Charlie, put it away.  You shouldn’t be jerking off when Celeste’s friends are here.  They’re just fourteen year old kids and one of them is your own daughter,” said Toni who secretly shared her husband’s lust for young female flesh.   She’d spent the afternoon in bed with her eighteen year old stylist who worked in the salon she patronized.  A slight soreness in her vagina reminded her of the double ended dildo they’d enthusiastically shared.

     “Just fantasizing, dear, you know I’d never touch one in reality,” said Charlie continuing to stroke his erect cock.

     “I’m not so sure.  They’re at that vulnerable age, body of a woman, mind of a child, and horny as a bitch in heat,” said Toni stepping up beside her husband.  “Suppose Celeste or one of her friends saw you?”

    “They can’t see me.  Those bathing suits don’t hide much,” said Charlie.  “Charlotte has an enormous camel toe.  Wouldn’t you love to run your tongue down her valley?”

    “Celeste asked if they could swim nude and when I said No she argued for topless,” said Toni standing beside her husband watching the girls play in the pool.

    “You should have let them go nude,” said Charlie.

    “And have the Torrigian’s call the police,” said Toni referring to the neighbors who also had a second story view into the Kenwood backyard.  Charlie wondered if Ed Torrigian was also standing in the dark stroking his meat.  For sure, decided Charlie.  And his fat wife, Nora, was there too, rubbing her clit and pinching her big tits.

    “Admit it, they turn you on,” said Charlie rubbing his hand across Toni’s chest squeezing her erect nipples.  Toni admitted to several passionate lesbian affairs before she met Charlie.

    “Maybe if I didn’t know they were Celeste’s classmates.  Charlotte’s so tall she could pass for a twenty year old.  That girl is six feet two inches of muscle.  I could picture my head between her legs,” said Toni reaching down to give Charlie’s ball sack a gentle squeeze.  “I better take care of you myself before you screw one of Celeste’s friends and wind up in jail for statutory rape.”

    “Oh, feels good. Wonder if she is still a virgin?” asked Charlie spreading his legs slightly so Toni could play with his cock.

    “Charlotte, she may be half a virgin,” said Toni giving the very tip of Charlie’s cock a tap with her finger causing it to jump.

    “What the hell is half a virgin?” asked Charlie unfamiliar with the term.

    “It hasn’t made it into the Oxford Unabridged yet.  I’m not sure there is an exact definition.  According to Celeste if you let a boy stick his finger in your vagina but not his cock, you’re officially a half virgin.  But per Margarette at work, her daughter, Regina, said it meant you’d given a blow job and swallowed but never permitted vaginal penetration.  And there is a lesbian definition I found on the Web that states half virgin means you have eaten pussy but never had a cock inside your vagina,” said Toni as she took her husband’s penis in one hand and began stroking it while she massaged his scrotum with the other hand.

    “The common thread is no cock in the cunt.  You’ve got such talented hands.   Where do you think our Celeste is in scheme of things,” asked Charlie?

    “I would not be shocked if she had tried all three. But I don’t think she’s allowed Gary’s penis to penetrate her,” said Toni referring to the boy Celeste was currently interested in.  “But I also think it’s only a matter of time before Gary or some other Gary gets in her pants.  I gave her a box of condoms.  She needs to get on the pill before we become grand parents.  I’ve scheduled an appointment for her next month with Doctor Madison.”

    “What are you doing?” asked Toni when Charlie began unbuttoning her shorts.

    “I want to go down on you while you watch them.  Imagine one of Celeste’s friends is licking your cunt and your face is buried in her sweet pussy.  Then after you get off I want you to suck me while I watch.”

    “I’ll lock the door,” said Toni.

    Minutes later, her arms were resting on the window sill.  She climaxed easily by imaging it was Charlotte’s mouth licking her vulva.

    It took only a few minutes for Charlie to squirt a load of semen into his wife’s mouth.  Charlie had fantasized it was Charlotte sucking his cock.  That recent memory added to his sexual tension when he found her alone in the kitchen.

    “Coach Wooten said you were a natural, Charlotte,” said Charlie referring to the basketball camp coach where he’d picked the girls up last week.  “He said me he wished you were going to his school.”

    I may just get lucky thought Charlie surprised his bare leg was still resting against Charlotte’s.  She could easily have moved away.  She’s signaling body contact is all right with her.  I wonder how far she’ll go.

    “He was just being nice to the parents.  I have so much to learn.  I suck on defense,” said Charlotte.

    Mr. Kenwood’s leg feels so nice and warm thought Charlotte.  I bet he knows what to do when it comes to having sex.  Boys my age are so inept.  They come when you barely touch their cock.  Maybe if I encourage him, he’ll do things with me.  Celeste and the others have all gone farther than me.  I need to catch up.

    “Not according to Coach Wooten.  You seem so much more mature than other girls your age,” said Charlie moving his face closer to Charlotte’s. Charlotte turned her face to where her lips were only inches away.  They stayed that way several seconds before Charlotte spoke.

    “Do you want to kiss me, Mr. Kenwood?” asked Charlotte breathlessly.

    “Yes,” said Charlie turning toward Charlotte and taking her in his arms. Charlie at 6’1” was an inch shorter than Charlotte.  His semi-erect cock pressed against her belly.

    Charlotte moved to where their groins touched. Charlie pulled her hard against him.  His free hand slipped under her nightgown and traveled upward to her small breast. He’d half expected her to say stop before his fingers reached her boob; but Charlotte only moaned from the back of her throat when his fingers clasped her nipple.

  Charlie pushed his tongue into her mouth.  His other hand slipped down her back pulling her nightgown up to take hold of her bare buttock.  Once again he was surprised she didn’t object when his fingers found their way to her butt crack reaching through to rest on her anus.

    They held the kiss.  Their tongues intertwined.  Charlotte pressed herself against Charlie’s erection massaging it with her body.

    “We better stop before I do something I shouldn’t,” said Charlie when the kiss ended.  His cock felt like it was about to explode.  Fantasizing about fourteen year old girls was one thing but having one in your arms took it to a whole different level.

    “Did I do something wrong?  Was it a good kiss?” asked Charlotte looking concerned.

    “It was a terrific kiss.  You are very sexy,” said Charlie his hand still on her breast and sensing her need for reassurance.

    “Again,” said Charlotte leaning into Charlie molding her young body against his.  She ground her sex against him adjusting her stance to where her clitoris was in contact with his hard cock

    I don’t want Mr. Kenwood to stop realized Charlotte.  His cock feels so big. I want to see it and touch it and even put it in my mouth.  I can never tell Celeste or anyone about this.

    “You making me so hard it hurts,” whispered Charlie.

    “I can feel your penis against my pussy.  It feels good,” said Charlotte moving her hips in a small circle.

    “You’d give any man an erection.  You’ve beautiful,” said Charlie.

     “Tell me what to do.  I want to please you but I don’t know what to do,” said Charlotte.

     “Take my cock out and hold it,” said Charlie.

     Charlotte slipped her hand in the front slit and for the first time felt a grown man’s cock.  It was so much larger than Rory’s the boy she had jerked off in the closet at Carolyn’s birthday party three weeks ago.  She had barely got to touch it before it squirted semen on her hand.  In the dark closet while Rory zipped up his pants, a curious Charlotte had licked the salty fluid off her palm.

    “Let’s go in the dining room,” said Charlie concerned someone else in the household might get thirsty.

    “Sit down in the chair.  Put your legs over the arms and scoot down.  I’m going to eat your pussy,” said Charlie as soon as they arrived in the dark room.  Charlie would have preferred to throw her down on the floor and rape the shit out of her but that was unwise.  Take it slow, Charlie or you might spook her.  Toni had also mentioned that Charlotte was trained in the martial arts and could probably beat him senseless.

    Charlotte did as Charlie instructed.  She draped her long legs over the chair arms then scooted to where her sex was at the edge.  She reached down to part her labia and felt pleased she was already wet.

     Her hand found its way to a nipple.  As she pinched her nipple, she grasped her clit between her thumb and forefinger and pulled it out in hope that Mr. Kenwood would suck it.

     Charlotte felt terribly excited at the prospect an adult male was going to eat her pussy.  The phrase struck her as all wrong since he would be licking and sucking not chewing.    I’m becoming a woman decided Charlotte as Charlie passed his tongue over her vulva then took her clit in his mouth.

     Moments later, Charlotte had her fist stuck in her mouth to stifle the moans she was unable to control.

      Charlie prided himself on his oral skills not that bringing Charlotte to climax was a challenge.  Still, the way Charlotte reacted by orgasming quickly and often reinforced his view that even at thirty eight he still deserved the title of stud.

Chapter 2 Dining Room Ecstasy

 

   “Good, you’re multi-orgasmic.  That means you’re sexually mature,” whispered Charlie in the dark room surprised at Charlotte’s capability to climax.  “I wanted you to have a memorable experience.  Am I your first lover, Charlotte?”

   Charlie worried that he was laying it on too thick.  According to his wife, Toni, Charlotte was an all A student, anything but stupid.  Still she was young and inexperienced with all the insecurities that implied.  Being told she could come like a Latina slut was just what she needed to hear.

   “Yes, Mr. Kenwood,” replied Charlotte deciding that Rory the boy she’d gone into the closet with at Carolyn’s birthday party didn’t count.  She let him French kiss her and feel her titties but as soon as she’d placed her hand on his penis he had ejaculated.  He’d been so embarrassed he’d hastily zipped his pants and lead her from the darkened closet.

    Later, Charlotte had gotten emails that Rory had told his buddies Charlotte had begged to suck his cock and she’d almost choked on it she was so eager.  Charlotte had considered beating the living shit out of Rory then twisting his balls until he admitted he was lying.  She wisely discarded the notion, realizing male exaggerations of their sexual exploits was just something a girl had to live with.

    Charlotte took a deep breath and closed her eyes as Mr. Kenwood braced his hands on her thighs.  She moaned as his thumbs parted her labia.

    Mr. Kenwood said this should be memorable thought Charlotte.  He’s right.  I’ll have to remember the details and write them in my diary.  Mr. Charles L. Kenwood is the first man to provide me oral sex.  I’ll have to find out what the L stands for so I can enter his full name.  I already know the date, time, and location, the Kenwood’s formal dining room at 1286 Prospect Avenue.  I’m sitting in an Early American captain’s chair that has a blue and gold chintz seat.  I can hear a grandfather clock ticking in the entryway. I can feel his manly hands on my thighs and his warm breath on my pussy.  Oh shit that feels good realized Charlotte as Charlie’s mouth and tongue surrounded her clitoris.

    “Wonderful, it feels wonderful,” said Charlotte in the dark able to see only the vague outline of Charlie’s head as he licked and sucked her sex.

    “I’m going to put my finger inside you.  You’re very wet,” said Charlie poising his index finger at the entrance to Charlotte’s vagina.

    “Go ahead.  Finger me.  Do it,” whispered Charlotte moving slightly forward to signal her eagerness.  Charlotte felt slight discomfort as the finger traveled the path blazed by her hairbrush.  Suck it up.  Charlotte told herself.  It’s supposed to hurt the first time.

    She is one hot little piece of tail thought Charlie as he applied the skills he learned from the hundreds of women he’d had oral sex with over the years.  I love the way her pussy is grabbing at my finger, the dirty little slut.  She’s going to be as big a whore as her mother.  I can feel the muscles in her pussy contracting.  I wish Toni were here to show her how dykes munch rug.  I’d bet by the end of the school year, half of Maplewood High had been inside your pants, Charlotte Simmons.

    This is true ecstasy thought Charlotte allowing the pleasure of the experience to sweep over her in ever increasing waves.  I am going to orgasm so big I better stuff my fist in my mouth to keep from screaming.  I wish Mr. Kenwood and I were somewhere we could make love for days.  He could teach me everything there is to know about sex.

   Now for the ultimate test for a young slut thought Charlie wetting the fingers of his free hand in Charlotte’s sex. She’s a juice pumper. You couldn’t get thirsty sucking lube out of her snatch.   And that cunt of hers is squeezing my fingers like a nutcracker.  

    Time to separate the whores from the wantabes thought Charlie as he placed the soft pad of his finger against Charlotte’s sphincter and applied a small amount of pressure.

    “Oh fuck yes, go inside me, Mr. Kenwood,” whispered Charlotte changing her position slightly to press against the finger at her backdoor.  Charlotte had read in the sex manual that her classmate Carolyn had found and circulated among the eight grade girls that oral sex was greatly enhanced by the insertion of a finger into the anus.  That manual was so fucking correct realized Charlotte reacting to the pressure of Charlie’s finger against the crinkled pink tissue of her anus.

     “Only dirty whores and sluts want a man to stick a finger up their ass,” responded Charlie testing whether Charlotte would respond to profanity and humiliation. In his experience, women reacted positively to dirty talk.  Toni loved for him to call her filthy names.

    “I’m a dirty ass whore.  Stick your finger in my ass,” said Charlotte in a voice communicating her urgent need to have Charlie’s index finger in her rectum.

    “If I stick my finger in your shithole, you have to lick it clean,” said Charlie excited at Charlotte’s response.  So far she had passed every test with flying colors.  Charlie was beginning to wonder exactly where her limits were.

    “I’ll suck it, please,” whimpered Charlotte.

    “Even if it’s covered with shit,” asked Charlie?

    “Yes, I’m a dirty whore who’ll lick your shit covered finger,” said Charlotte in the throes of young passion.

    Charlie pushed his finger past Charlotte’s sphincter causing her to exhale at the initial discomfort.

    “God, that feels wonderful,” half lied Charlotte.  It hurt but she wanted the hurt.

    Charlie worked the finger into Charlotte’s asshole as his other hand fingered her vagina and his mouth performed orally in Charlotte’s clit and labia.

    “Lick your pussy juice off my fingers, slut,” said Charlie removing them from Charlotte’s vagina and putting them in Charlotte’s mouth.  He was surprised at the eagerness Charlotte exhibited.

    “Delicious,” said Charlotte tasting herself.

    “Now, the other,” said Charlie swapping hands.

     “I love the smell,’ whispered Charlotte sucking on a finger that had been inside her rectum.

     “It’s time for the dirty little whore to come,” said Charlie increasing his pace.

     I could smell and taste my own shit on his fingers thought Charlotte as she sensed the approach of her orgasm.  Mr. Kenwood called me a dirty whore then proved to me I am one.  Oh God this is going to be the best orgasm ever.

    Charlotte stuffed her fist in her mouth to keep from screaming as she climaxed.  Mr. Kenwood sucked and pulled at her clit and labia as she writhed and convulsed in the chair.

    “I want to suck your cock, Mr. Kenwood,” said Charlotte as soon as she had recovered enough from her orgasm to regain her breath.  Earlier when the girls were discussing who had gone the farthest with a boy, Charlotte discovered she was the least sexually experienced.  The other girls except for Patty all claimed to have put a boy’s cock in their mouth and swallowed his ejaculate.

    “I was only eleven when I sucked my cousin Herman off at my Aunt Carol’s wedding.  I drank two glasses of wine then blew him in the coat room.  He was my first,” said Celeste earlier staking her claim to be the most sexually experienced.  “Since then I have sucked seven other cocks including the pharmacist at Walgreens.  That was the only way he’d sell me a pack of cigarettes, but he was really cute and he was huge.  I could barely get him in my mouth.”

    “Yeah, that would be great,” said Charlie wondering how he had won the fourteen-year-old blowjob lottery.  “It’s your turn to kneel down.  I’ll just sit down in this chair and spread my legs.  Kneel between them.”

    “You’ll have to tell me what to do.  I’ve never sucked anyone off before,” said Charlotte.

    “You want to make this really special, Charlotte?” asked Charlie.

    “Yes, I’ll do anything.”

    “If I lift my legs will you use your mouth on my asshole?  Lick it first then kiss it and try to stick your tongue up my butt.  I want you to tongue fuck my shit hole. Will you do that?” said Charlie once again testing the novice fellatrice’s limits.

     “Yes, lift your legs,” said Charlotte.

     As soon as Charlie opened the path to his sphincter, he felt Charlotte’s strong hands part his butt cheeks.  Her mouth burrowed into the narrow space forcing her lips onto the ring of brown flesh.  Her lips massaged the small circle as her tongue licked its center.  Charlie felt the muscles of his sphincter relax and the tip of Charlotte’s tongue pass inside.

   “That’s wonderful, Charlotte.  You are so mature for your age,” said Charlie thinking of a number of grown women who’d refused to rim his butthole.

    “What’s this called?” asked Charlotte after a few minutes of determined probing of Charlie’s sphincter.

    “Rimming, anilingus, sucking butt, tossing the salad, playing the rusty trombone, there are others,” said Charlie.  “You’re doing a terrific job.  You will be a terrific lay.”

    “Thank you, Mr. Kenwood,” said Charlotte eager to learn.

    “Now that you’ve got my backdoor wet, I want you to suck my cock.  Put two fingers in my butt to massage my prostate.  Keep them there while you suck me off,” said Charlie.

    “What do I do now?  I’ve never sucked a cock,” said Charlotte doing as Mr. Kenwood instructed.  His saliva coated sphincter easily yielded to Charlotte’s digits.  Instinctively, she found the walnut sized gland and rubbed it causing Charlie to stifle a moan.

    “You’re fabulous,” said Charlotte focusing on the sensation.

    “Thank you, Mr. Kenwood.  What’s next?”

    “As they say, blow is only an expression.  Start by licking the end of my cock.  And keep your teeth off my cock.”

    “Like this,” asked Charlotte passing her tongue around the mushroom head?

    “Exactly, now lick up and down the narrow ridge of skin along the bottom of my cock.  Ah, that’s perfect.  Take one of my balls in your mouth and very gently suck it like it was an egg you didn’t want to break.  Now do the other one.  Tongue my ball sack like a cat licking a pat of butter.”

    “How am I doing?” asked Charlotte after she had carefully completed each task.

    “Terrific, you’re a natural.  Now put your mouth around the head of my cock.”

    “Like this?”

    “That’s perfect.  Use the tip of your tongue to tickle my piss hole,” said Charlie starting to feel the pressure in his testicles rise.

    Charlotte formed the end of her tongue into a point and pushed it against the small hole.  A slight hint of a salty substance excited her pallet.

    “You’ll come in my mouth, please?” asked Charlotte expressing her desire to catch up to the other girls.

    “I sure will.  Now while you’re fingering my asshole with one hand and stroking my shaft with the other, keep my cock head in your mouth.  Lick it and suck it going further down until it reaches the back of your mouth,” said Charlie.  “If you can control your gag reflex, push my cock into your throat. Girls that can take it down their throat are very special.  It can take a lot of practice to master the gag reflex so don’t feel bad if you choke.”

     “Am I doing it right?” asked Charlotte after a few minutes had passed.  She’d choked a few times before she managed the trick of breathing through her nose as she relaxed her throat.

     “Great, I’m just going to relax and enjoy it.  Just keep at it.  You’re doing an outstanding job,” said Charlie.

     Three minutes later, Charlie started breathing hard and moaning.

     “I’m going to blow,” whispered Charlie.

    Charlotte felt a hand being placed on the back of her head holding her in place.  Charlie gave out a short muffled cry and Charlotte felt a warm fluid land on the back of her tongue.  She moved it around in her mouth savoring the taste before she swallowed.

     “Thank you so much, Mr. Kenwood,” said Charlotte when they were done.

     “You want a drink of water to wash your mouth out?” asked Charlie.

     “No, I like the taste,” said Charlotte.

***

   

    “Where have you been?” asked a sleepy Toni as Charlie climbed back in bed.

    “Helping Charlotte Simmons acquire half virgin status,” said Charlie.

    “Cradle robbing bastard, you know her father is 6’6” and ex Army special forces,” said Toni snuggling up to her husband’s back.  “Tell me all about it.”

    “That girl is a total slut.  She rimmed my ass and I’m not all that clean.  Sucking on my brown hole didn’t bother her in the least. She sucked me off and swallowed a hot load like a twenty-dollar street whore.  She told me she like the taste.  Nothing fazed her.”

     “Did you fuck her?” asked Toni.

     “No, I didn’t think she was on the pill and my rubbers are here by the bed.  I didn’t want to get her pregnant,” said Charlotte.

    “Strange, of all Celeste’s friends, she is the best mannered and polite.  Unlike the others she doesn’t expect to be waited on. She doesn’t complain all the time like Celeste. Tonight, she even helped me to clean up in the kitchen.  Something Celeste wouldn’t consider doing,” said Toni.

    “Did you feel her up when she was helping you?” asked Charlie.

    “No, of course not,” said Toni.

    “Should have, she is one hot piece of ass,” said Charlie.  “And she is ready to learn.”

   

Chapter 3 Young Lesbians

    Charlotte’s young mind was filled with thoughts making it impossible to fall asleep when she got back to Celeste’s room.

     Celeste was right.  His semen didn’t taste bad at all decided Charlotte lying in the dark on an air mattress on the floor.  She was savoring the remnants of the ejaculate she’d swallowed moments ago.  I wish we had more time.  I would have liked to try some other things with Mr. Kenwood.  He knew a lot and was a good teacher.

     Charlotte’s finger was just inside her vagina pressing against the sides. Switching back and forth between her clitoris and vagina she had already orgasmed several times but didn’t want to stop as she thought about her encounter with Celeste’s father.

    In fact I wish there had been more semen, a whole mouthful, but it was like Celeste said a couple of teaspoons.  I can’t imagine why Patty said the thought of swallowing come made her sick.  She called it pecker snot, yuck.  She’d such a wuss.

    I bet before the year is out she’ll suck off Bryan Woodbridge.  She’s got a crush on him and he knows it.  He’ll take advantage of her and then tell everyone what a low down slut she is.

    I wonder how it would have felt if Mr. Kenwood had put his cock in me.  I don’t see how anything that big could get inside my vagina.  I had to stretch my jaw to get it in my mouth.  My pussy’s too narrow.  Could there be something wrong with me?  In spite of my height, maybe my vagina is too narrow for even the tiniest penis.  It hurt when I first stuck the handle of my hairbrush inside.  But Mr. Kenwood’s fingers didn’t hurt, not even the ones in my asshole.  And that part was very exciting and grownup.  I’d licked and tongue a man’s asshole.  I bet even Celeste hasn’t done that.

    Charlotte touched the two fingers that had been in Mr. Kenwood’s asshole to her nose and inhaled the fading aroma.   Not that bad decided Charlotte.

    It was nice of Mr. Kenwood to allow me to put my mouth on his butthole and lick it.   Celeste has got a terrific dad.  I wish my Daddy would let me suck his cock.  He has got to be huge.  He’s 6’6”, poor Mom’s only 5’7”.  But she had me and I weighed over eight pounds and was twenty-four inches long.   There’s got to be something I just don’t understand.  Last year when we went to Myrtle Beach and stayed in the same motel room, Daddy kicked the covers off during the night and I could see the head of his cock poking out his shorts.  His was much bigger than Mr. Kenwood’s and compared to Rory’s tiny little wiener, it was gigantic.  Somehow those big cocks get inside you.

    If Mr. Kenwood had a condom, would I have let him fuck me, maybe?  But he didn’t even offer to fuck me.  He seemed very happy I wanted to blow him.  I wonder why he didn’t ask if he could take my virginity.  I probably would have said yes even though I shouldn’t.

   I need to quit thinking about things like that.  I’m losing control.  I could get pregnant and ruin my future.  I want to play sports and go to college, and join the diplomatic corps.  I don’t want to get pregnant and be stuck here on the Delmarva married to a bean farmer.  That’s a crummy thing to say.  Daddy’s a farmer and he’s a wonderful father.  Still, he wants me to get an education.  He says farming is a dying industry.

    Maybe I should ask Mom for birth control pills.  She’d probably say yes.

    “Are you awake?” asked Celeste talking in a whisper from the bed right above Charlotte.

    “Yes, I can’t sleep,” said Charlotte.

    “Scoot over,” said Celeste slipping off the bed and under the blanket with Charlotte.

    The two settled back down lying shoulder to shoulder.  Celeste and Charlotte’s bare leg rested against one another.

    “I though you wouldn’t have the nerve to show your pussy,” said Celeste referring to an earlier game of Truth or Dare.

    “According to the rules of the game I didn’t have a choice,” said Charlotte turning slightly to face Celeste.

    “Have you ever seen your Mom and Dad doing it?” asked Celeste.

    “No, I don’t think they make love that often.  Have you?” asked Charlotte.

    “Yes, my Mom and Dad fuck like rabbits.  Sometimes when they think I’m asleep they’ll watch porn on the big screen TV downstairs instead of the small one in their bedroom.  I can see them in the Entertainment Center from the upstairs landing,” said Celeste.

     “What are they doing?”

     “Usually at the start she’s sucks his cock then he licks her pussy. One watches the TV while the other performs oral sex. They switch after they have an orgasm.  Also, Daddy fucks Mom dog style so they can both watch porn.  Mom moans and curses when she cums.  She’s real loud,” said Celeste.

    “What kind of things does she say?”

    “Eat my cunt. Motherfucker!  Lick that hot twat, pussy boy.  She’s got others but I can’t remember them.”

    “My parents aren’t like that; at least I don’t think they are,” said Charlotte.

    “You’re getting yourself off, aren’t you?” asked Celeste reaching her hand down to confirm that Charlotte’s hand was busily employed on her sex.

    “Yes, I’ve been doing that a lot lately.  Sometimes I find my hand on my pussy and I don’t remember putting it there.” said Charlotte.

    “You’re a horny bitch, Charlotte Simmons,” said Celeste as she placed her hand on Charlotte’s sex.   “With a very wet pussy, Carol says that girls with real wet pussies can’t get enough cock.  Your pussy is telling you it craves cock.”

    “Who is Carol?”

     “This girl I met in a chat room.”

    “I get that way when I touch myself.  Do you think there’s something wrong with me?” said Charlotte.

    “Nothing that eight inches of cock wouldn’t fix,” said Celeste slipping her index finger inside the opening of Charlotte’s vagina.

    “I like it when you touch me,” said Charlotte spreading her legs slightly.

    “You feel so warm.  I bet none of us make it through the fall semester without losing our virginity, even Patty in spite of what she says about saving herself for that special man,” said Celeste flicking Charlotte’s clitoris with her thumb as she pushed her fingers into the narrow vaginal opening.

    “I’m taking this off.  It’s too hot,” said Charlotte sitting up and pulling her nightgown over her head.

    “Me too,” said Celeste. “Face me.  Let’s rub our boobs together as we kiss,” said Celeste turning on her side toward Charlotte.

    Celeste and Charlotte held each other as they pressed their chest together.

    “Want to make each other come?” asked Celeste.

    “Yes, if we can stay quiet and not wake the others,” said Charlotte.  “I don’t want them to think we’re lesbians.  How do we do it?”

    “Lay still while I climb on top,” said Celeste climbing on top of the much larger Charlotte reversing her position until her sex was right at Charlotte’s mouth.

    “Is this what lesbians do?” whispered Charlotte.

    “Its one way girls can get each other off.  You lick my pussy while I lick yours,” said Celeste.

    “Is this called sixty-nine,” asked Charlotte recalling something she’d read?

    “Yes, eat me, you pussy sucking dyke,” said Celeste.

    “Huh?”

     “Just making it interesting,” said Celeste.

    “We better be quiet or we’ll wake them up,” said Charlotte.

    “Eat me quietly, you pussy sucking dyke,” whispered Celeste causing both of them to giggle.

    Celeste placed her mouth over Charlotte’s clitoris, sucked the small nubbin of flesh out of its protective fold and flicked it with the tongue.  Charlotte responded by imitating Celeste.  Over the next few minutes, Charlotte imitated everything Celeste did to her sex. Charlotte experienced the greatest pleasure in dipping her tongue in Celeste’s vagina and coating it with fluids.

     “I love the way you taste,” said Charlotte taking a break. The feeling of having her lips, tongue and mouth coated with Celeste’s glandular secretions overwhelmed Charlotte’s senses leading to a mutual climax that caused both girls to rock back and forth clutching at each other.

    “That was incredible,” said Celeste once their orgasm was exhausted and she had climbed off Charlotte to rest in the crook of her arm.

    “I orgasmed so hard I almost fainted,” said Charlotte.  “I must be a lesbian.”

    “Eating pussy does not make you a lesbian,” said Celeste.

    “Really, are you sure?  I thought that’s what lesbians do.”

    “If I tell you something, do you promise to keep it a secret and never tell another soul?  I mean absolutely no one must ever hear about this,” said Celeste.

    “I’ll never tell anyone.  I promise,” said Charlotte.

    “My parents are swingers, wife swappers,” said Celeste.

    “That can’t be true.  Your parents are so nice, especially your dad,” said Charlotte.

    “I know for certain.  I found out last year.”

    “How,” asked Charlotte?

     “One day when they were gone, Daddy had left his computer on.  It was logged on a Web site called www.swingersUSA.   It took me a while to figure it out but I searched on couples within ten miles of our zip code and there were my parents and the Sanborns who live a couple of streets over,” said Celeste.

    “You recognized them,” asked Charlotte?

    “Not at first, their faces were blacked out but I sure recognized my own living room.  That’s where they took the pictures,” said Celeste.

    “There were pictures of them doing things?”

    “Yes, Mom sucking Dad’s cock, Dad eating Mom’s pussy.  In one, Mom was in a shoulder stand and Dad was standing over her fucking straight down in her pussy.  It was so hot,” said Celeste.

    “Really, a shoulder stand,” asked Charlotte.

    “Mom’s into yoga like you.  Now I know why,” said Celeste.

    “What else was there on the Web site,” asked Charlotte.

    “Email about an upcoming party at the Sanborns.  I’d already been told I was going to be left with a baby sitter that night.  I snuck over there and saw them.”

    “How did you do that,” asked Charlotte.

    “Mrs. Abel was still my baby sitter.  Last month I finally convinced Mom I was old enough to stay by myself.  Mrs. Abel is in her eighties and goes to sleep before I do.  I climbed out my window and walked over.”

    “What did you see,” asked Charlotte all of a sudden aware that once again her hand was stroking her sex.

    “Not all that much, the curtains were drawn and the shades pulled down.  But there was one place where you could see into a bedroom.  It was only an inch or two but the bed was right by the window,” said Celeste.

    “This is making me horny,” said Charlotte.

   “Me too, there was my Mom with Mr. Sanborn and several other people I didn’t know.  Mom and this other woman who was seriously overweight were doing sixty-nine while Mr. Sanborn was screwing her from behind.  That’s how I know doing sixty-nine does not make us lesbians.  Mom was on top of this fat blonde woman and they were really going at it.  Guys were sticking their cocks in their pussies and mouths,” said Celeste.

    “Did you see your dad?”

    “No, he must have been in another bedroom.  I counted ten cars outside so there must have been at least twenty people at the party,” said Celeste.

    “How long did you watch?”

    “I’m not sure, not that long.  I was standing on my tiptoes to reach the window so my calves got tired.  One of the neighbor’s dogs started barking so I left,” said Celeste.

    “I don’t think my parents are into anything like that. Dad is fifty-six and Mom’s thirty-eight.  They’ve both become very religious since joining the Friendship Christian Evangelical Church.  I don’t think my parents are swingers,” said Charlotte.

    “I bet your Dad has a huge cock,” said Celeste.

    “I saw part of it last summer when we went on vacation.  It looks huge,” said Charlotte.

     “Wouldn’t it be great if we had sex with each other’s Dad’s,” said Celeste?

    “Yes, I’d like that,” said Charlotte thinking about how Mr. Kenwood’s cock felt in her mouth.

    “I’d be skewered on your Dad’s big dick, flopping around and screaming for him to fuck me harder,” said Celeste.  “What are you doing?” asked Celeste watching as Charlotte rolled her spine off the mattress pointing her long legs toward the ceiling then bring them back over her head until her knees were beside her head.  Charlotte’s back was vertical, her weight resting on her shoulder blades.

    “In yoga, it’s called deaf man’s pose because your knees cover your ears.  Is this the position your Mom was in?” said Charlotte.

    “Yes, and I know exactly what to do,” said Celeste applying her mouth to Charlotte’s sex.

***

 

    Those little tramps thought Toni Kenwood looking down on the sleeping girls.  It was just past six in the morning when Toni slipped silently into her daughter’s bedroom.  Charlotte and Celeste were lying together uncovered and naked.  Celeste’s leg was thrown over Charlotte and her head was resting on Charlotte’s breast.

    The other girls were scattered around the room in sleeping bags or on Celeste’s bed.  Toni knelt quietly down to where her face was only inches from her daughter and inhaled the smell of sex from Celeste’s and then Charlotte’s face.

    Those two have been munching each other’s rug.  Oh well, they are fourteen and I was that age when Betty Owens and I first got together for a slice of hair pie.

    Toni covered the girls up then tip toed out of the room anxious to tell Charlie what she had learned.

Chapter 4 Produce and Sex

     “This way, slut, I don’t have much time,” said Warren Porter, the produce manager, grabbing Lisa Simmons by the wrist.  She was just reaching for a cellophane wrapped head of cauliflower when he appeared.  It was 7:00AM Saturday and she was in the produce department of the Food Liner store located on the periphery of Salisbury’s Westtown Mall.

    “Where are you taking me?  You’re not going to rape me. Are you?” asked Lisa stepping quickly to keep up as they walked toward the double swinging doors that led to the produce stockroom.   It was all an act.  Lisa felt her usual rush of excitement as his powerful hand clamped down on her wrist bone sending sparks of pain to her brain.

     “You know where, cunt,” said the man looking back at her slightly puzzled.  Lisa had been coming there at least one Saturday a month for the last year. She knew where they were going.  The manager had to remind himself that acting like it was the first time was part of the woman’s crazy game.

    Lisa was glad matters were moving fast.  The one appetite she couldn’t ever fully satisfy needed to be fed.  The first time she had to flirt outrageously with the Produce Manager before he understood what she wanted.  After that, he learned to skip the preliminaries.  He hadn’t bothered to even say hello.

    The manager wore a long white coat with food stains on the front.  ‘Manager’ was crudely stenciled on one side and ‘Porter’ on the other. Lisa wasn’t sure whether ‘Porter’ was the man’s first name, last name or something completely different.

    The stockroom was filled with palletized shrink wrapped cartons of produce.  The smell was overwhelming.  He led her down a narrow aisle between two rows of pallets filled with different types of vegetables.

    “Get to it, slut,” said Porter putting his hand on top of Lisa’s shoulder and pushing down.

    Porter considered Lisa an interesting diversion from the other housewives that found the managers of grocery stores irresistible.  Most were lonely neglected wives willing to trade their pussy for a kind word or a complement.  But Lisa was different.  At first, Porter hadn’t realized what she wanted.  She’d become exasperated at his attempts to be nice to her.

     “Just take me in the back and screw me like a common whore.  Look, I’m nothing to you, just a stupid fucking slut that will do anything for cock,” she’d finally blurted out.

     Lisa sunk to her knees taking his zipper with her.  Zipper down, she reached into his trousers, past the slit in his boxer shorts and took hold of what she knew was a very large cock.  She carefully removed it from the two layers of material then pressed the warm roll of musky smelling male sex to her cheek and inhaled the aroma.

    “Jesus, I bet if you look in the dictionary under whore, there’s a picture of you,” said Porter laughing at how Lisa was holding his hardening cock against her face and sniffing the odor.

    “I love the smell, especially after you’ve been working all night,” said Lisa pressing her nostrils against the hardening unwashed flesh and drawing in all the air her lungs would hold.   The smell of stale urine was intoxicating.

   “Start sucking, bitch,” said Porter unbuckling his pants and letting them drop to the floor.

     Lisa reached around Porter grabbing his hairy buttocks in her hands as she began to slowly move her head back and forth aiming the head of Porter’s cock toward her throat opening.  Each time, she pushed a little harder when she felt the head reach the entrance to her throat.  After a few tries, the head began to tightly wedge itself into the narrow passageway.

    “Gag on it, cocksucker,” whispered Porter sensing what Lisa wanted.  He grabbed the sides of Lisa’s head and forced his cock into her throat.  The sound of someone choking filled the room.   Lisa tried to relax and breathe as the muscles in her throat auto-responded to the presence of the blockage.

    “Shit, Porter, she’s going to turn blue,” said an unfamiliar voice behind Lisa.

    “Nothing quite like a gag massage from a whore’s gullet,” said Porter at last allowing Lisa to breathe. Saliva and drool poured over her lower lip as she gasped for air.

    “Cocksucker, this is Ron.  He’s my new assistant.  I told him you would love to fuck him along with me,” said Porter.

    Lisa glanced over her shoulder at a skinny young man with a bad complexion.  She could see he already had his cock out and was stroking it.  He must have been standing there watching them for several minutes.

    “How we going to do her? She’s got quite a pair,” asked Ron reaching down to pull Lisa’s sweater up over her brassiere.

    “She wants it in both ends.  Don’t you, Princess?” said Porter.

    “Yes, both ends,” said Lisa who now slowly kissing and stroking a cock in each hand.  She placed them together fitting both inside her mouth.  Her tongue was busily licking their cock heads.

    “Here, let’s show Ron your tits,” said Porter reaching down to grab the bottom of Lisa’s bra and jerking it up over her breasts.  Lisa’s large mammaries flipped free.

    “She’s got nice ones with big zickers and she loves it when you pinch them,” said Porter once again reaching down to take Lisa’s spongy nipples in his hand and crush them flat.

    “That hurts,” whined Lisa feeling the pain in her boobs while at the same time exulting in it.

    “And you love it, don’t you, cocksucker?” said Porter squeezing harder and twisting at the same time.

    “Yes, I love it.  Hurt them more,” said Lisa her eyes filling with tears.

    “She’s as nasty a slut as they come. Beg me for a squirt, cocksucker,” said Porter.

    “Please, let me drink your hot piss.  I want it,” said Lisa thrilled to her core at the prospect of such extreme humiliation.

    “”Beg me, bitch,” said Porter slapping the sides of Lisa’s face with his cock.

    “Please, piss in my whore’s mouth.  Please,” pleaded Lisa.

    Ron watched in amazement as his manager urinated in the woman’s mouth.  Her rapid throat action signaled her determination to swallow it all.

     “Thank you, Sir,” said Lisa licking golden drops off the head.

     “Jesus, I never saw anything like that,” said an obviously impressed Ron.

     “Lisa’s the slut of sluts, aren’t you, sweetheart,” asked Ron.

     “Yes, Sir, I’m a filthy piss drinking whore,” said Lisa.

    “Stand up,” said Porter pulling Lisa off the floor by her nipples.

    “She’s not too bad in the body department,” said Ron running his rough hands over Lisa’s breasts then smacking the side of her boob with the back of his hand.

     “Harder,” hissed Lisa reacting to the pain.

     “You take the left one and follow my lead,” said Porter taking Lisa’s right boob in his mouth and biting down.

     A brutal round of breast slapping, pinching, and biting followed.  Lisa kept whispering, “Harder, please, harder,” until the pain grew too great and she broke down in tears.

     “Pull your skirt up, Princess.  Expose your pussy,” said Porter.

    The two males slowly stroked their cocks as Lisa raised her skirt to her waist then pushed her panty down to her ankles.

    “Play with yourself. Show Ron what a whore you are,” directed Ron.

    Lisa wet several fingers in her mouth.  She used one hand to part her labia.  With the other, she started to rub circles around her clitoris.

    “I’m going to cum,” said Lisa in a barely audible voice immediately before her whole body began to jerk and convulse.

    “See that, Ron.  That is what you call an A Number One Slut.  She can get off just looking at cock,” said Porter.

    “We had a nympho like her in my high school.  We all fucked her even her brothers and her old man,” said Ron.  “I’m going to use a condom.  Don’t want to bring anything home to Shirley,” said Ron.

    “She looks clean to me but suit yourself.  Down on all fours, Princess,” said Porter.

    Lisa sucked Porter’s cock while Ron screwed her dog style. Porter continued forcing his cock into Lisa’s throat cutting off her air supply.

    “It really tightens her pussy up when she starts to choke,” said Ron in his kneeling position.  His strong hands were holding Lisa’s flanks as he slammed into her.

    “Switch?” asked Porter

    “Sure,” said Ron.

     After some time they switched again.

    “You love the taste of your own pussy. Don’t you, Princess?” said Porter offering Lisa his cock that seconds before had been in her vagina.

    “I fucking love it,” said Lisa tasking the slime covered shaft in her mouth.

    Too quickly for Lisa, both men orgasmed.  Lisa savored the taste of Porter’s semen on her tongue then swallowed it greedily.

    “You filled up that rubber?” asked Porter as Ron stood up. Porter could see the bulging tip of the condom.

    “I have a big load.  Shirley says I’m always a mouthful,” said Ron reaching down to remove the condom.

    “Dump your jism in the Princess’s mouth.  Give her a treat.  She’s just dying to swallow it. Aren’t you?” said Porter.

    Lisa signified her willingness by holding up her head, tilting her head back, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out.

    “See that, just like an Airedale dog begging for a bone,” said Porter noting Lisa’s response.

    “Here you go, Princess,” said Ron turning the condom inside out to deposit several tablespoons of cold semen on Lisa’s outstretched tongue.

    “Now, make all gone,” said Ron.

    Lisa swallowed the semen then opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out to show her mouth was empty.

    “You are one disgusting pig slut.  Here suck on this,” said Ron placing the used condom on Lisa’s outstretched tongue.

    Lisa took the condom into her mouth and sucked on it.

    “Shit, look at the time. We’ve got to fill up the bins with iceberg and romaine before we go home.  Get the fuck out of here, slut,” said Porter jerking Lisa to her feet.

    “I need to be screwed some more,” said Lisa reaching for Porter’s cock.

    “We got replenishing to do.  Go find someone else to fuck you.  Try the bakery,” laughed Porter turning Lisa around and pushing her down the aisle.   She stumbled and almost fell.  She’d forgotten her panty was still around her ankles.

    “Pull your drawers up, Princess.  Can’t finish your grocery shopping with your skivvies around your ankles,” said Porter.

    “Ron, throw the cunt out then get back here. We got a ton of work to do,” said Porter when they reached the entrance to the aisle.

    “When will you be back?” whispered Ron as they walked toward the doorway.

    “I don’t know, next month,” said Lisa.

    “You married?” asked Ron.

    “Yes, I have a daughter.”

    “He fuck you a lot?” asked Ron.

    “No, we don’t fuck,” said Lisa.

    “Figures, that’s why you’re a slut,” said Ron as they reached the door.  He put his hand on her back and pushed her through.  Lisa grabbed her carriage and walked quickly to the checkout line.  Before she reached the cashier she remembered there was a used condom in her mouth.  She managed to remove it before the cashier politely asked, “Did you find everything you are looking for today?”

***

     

“That was something else.  Does that happen often?” asked Ron.  It was a few minutes after Lisa left.  Ron was helping Porter fill a large bin with packages of organic romaine lettuce.

    “We get our share of pussy but it’s mostly lonely bored housewives willing trade ass for a kind word and some attention.  Lisa Randall is different,” said Porter.

    “Randall, that’s her last name?” asked Ron.

    “Used to be.  She’s married now but she was Lisa Randall when I met her and her sister,” said Porter.

    “So you knew her before?” asked Ron.

    “Not really, I only met her once.  I knew her and her sister by reputation.”

     “What reputation,” asked Ron?

     “The Randall sisters were known as the wildest, craziest sluts who ever attended old Salisbury High School.  All most all the males and quite a few females on the Delmarva got in their pants,” said Porter.

    “So you knew them in high school,” asked Ron.

    “I went to Winthrop not Salisbury.  One Friday night after we whipped Salisbury’s butt in football, the Randall sisters showed up in our locker room to pay off a bet they made with the Winthrop cheer leaders,” said Porter.

    “They were cheer leaders,” asked Ron?”

    “Lisa was head cheerleader and her younger sister was on the squad,” said Porter.

    “What happened?”

    “They fucked every one of us including the coaches and the water boy.   The Randall sisters were three hole girls and that included piss fucks.  Not many girls their age were up for a good piss fucking but they were.  After everyone had fucked them a couple of times, they lay down on the shower room floor and let us piss on them.  When those two left, they took every last drop of jism and pee with them,” said Porter.

    “So you recognized her,” asked Ron.

    “Not at first, it’s been almost twenty years since high school but there was something familiar about her.  I got Marylyn’s old annual out.  The wife went to Salisbury. And there she was, Lisa Randall, slut extraordinaire.”

    “So she’s in her late thirties, she still looks damn good,” said Ron.

    “And she hasn’t lost her appetite for dick, that’s for sure. Wonder what happened to her sister?  She was just as big a whore.”  

Chapter 5 Dumpster Sex

    Lisa drove to the back of the mall where the receiving doors were located.  She knew it would be deserted that time of the morning.  She drove with one hand.  The other was between her legs stroking her sex.  She wasn’t being gentle about it either. Her thumb was taping hard against her clit while she dug three fingers into her vagina raking the nails across her G-spot.

    I want to keep climaxing until I have nothing left thought Lisa as she pulled up beside a refrigerated trailer.  I wish they’d had time to fuck me twice.  She was behind the Mall’s food court.  Lisa reclined the Honda’s seat until she was almost horizontal.  Then she closed her eyes and masturbated reliving her experience in the Food Liner’s produce stock room.

    Her string of mini-orgasms was interrupted by a loud tap on her car window.  Her eyes opened with a start as she found herself looking up into the faces of two rent-a-cops.

    “Get out of the car, lady, now,” said the older of the two.

    Oh my God thought Lisa.  They’ll arrest me for indecency.  My husband will throw me out and Charlotte will forget I’m her mother.  Lisa quickly pulled her panty up, pushed her skirt down and opened the car door.  The security guards quickly grabbed her and pushed her against her car.  Their hands searched her thoroughly even pushing her sweater up and feeling inside her brassiere.

    “She’s got nice tits,’ said the older guard his hand inside her bra feeling her nipples.

    “Good looking ass, too,” said the younger guard who had raised her skirt.

    “Jerking off on mall property is against the law.  What’s your name?” asked the older guard.

    “Lisa Simmons, I’m sorry. I got carried away,” said Lisa beginning to realize there was a way to avoid arrest.  The way they felt her breasts showed they were more interested in sex than arresting her.

    “You don’t mind being searched?” asked the older guard whose nametag identified him as Lawrence Tyron

    “Go ahead, I want you to do it,” said Lisa arching her back and pushing her breasts against his hand.

    “Ray, we seem to have a situation here where the lady wishes to avoid arrest,” said Larry pulling Lisa’s bra up to expose her breasts.

    “I don’t know.  Jerking off in the parking lot is not exactly something we can ignore,” said Ray placing his hand on Lisa’s breast and pinching the nipple.

    “Don’t arrest me.  You can do anything you want,” said Lisa wrapping her fingers around Ray’s hand to increase the foot-pounds of pressure her nipple was experiencing.

    “You’ll suck our cock?” asked Larry taking the other nipple in his hand and squeezing it hard eliciting a loud exhale of pain from Lisa.

    “Yes, I’ll do it and anything else you want.   Just don’t arrest me,” said Lisa.  “I’ll swallow your cum.”

    “You’ll let us fuck you?” asked Ray.

    “Yes, as many times as you want,” said Lisa.

    “Anyway we want?” asked Larry.

    “Yes, “ said Lisa.

    “Anal?” asked Ray.

    “Anal, yes, whatever you want.  Just promise you’ll let me go after you’re done,” said Lisa.

    “All right, you got a deal.  Kneel down and start sucking,” said Larry pushing down on Lisa’s shoulder.

    Lisa spent the next ten minutes kneeling on a car mat sucking off Larry and Ray.  Both men filled her mouth with semen she eagerly swallowed.

    “Can I go now?” asked Lisa wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

    “The deal included anal,” said Ray starting to fist his cock to regain an erection.

    “Look, I got you off.  It’s starting to get late.  I need to get back,” said Lisa.

    “Sorry, Lisa, but I was promised a butt fuck and I mean to have it,” said Larry.

    “All right,” said Lisa reaching down to pull up her skirt.  She was anxious to get it over with.

    “Let’s do it over here,” said Larry taking Lisa by the arm and walking her to a nearby garbage dumpster.

    “Where,” said Lisa not understanding?

    “Here,” said Ray raising a sliding metal door in the side of the dumpster.  The door was a rectangular cutout halfway up the side.  The smell of rotten garbage filled the morning air.

    “I’m not getting in there,” said Lisa.

    “Yes, you are,” said Ray as he and Larry grabbed Lisa and forced her half way through the opening.  Then they lowered the metal door to rest on Lisa’s lower back trapping her half inside.

    Lisa panicked at the revolting smell inside the dark dumpster.  Her upper body was resting on garbage from the mall’s food court.  The stench of decaying food was so awful she couldn’t get her breath.  The heavy metal hatch was resting on her lower back.  No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn’t budge it.  She heard laughter as she struggled.  She felt her skirt being raised and tucked into her belt.  Her panty was pulled down and she was forced to step out of it.  She could feel the cool morning air on her bottom.  Hands tugged her buttocks apart and fingers poked her asshole.

    Lisa moaned as rough hands felt her sex.  Fingers entered her vagina spreading her painfully wide.   She head someone spit then felt an instant wetness on her anus. A finger pushed past her sphincter causing her to cry out in pain.

    “Ever been fucked in the ass while your head is in a dumpster?” asked Larry.

    “No, get me out of here.  It smells awful.  You can still fuck my ass.  I’ll do it anyway you want.  Just get me out of here,” screamed Lisa.

    “That would ruin all the fun of it,” said Larry.

    Lisa tried to calm down as she felt fingers transferring lubrication from her vagina to her asshole.  She cried out again when she felt her sphincter being stretched wide apart. There was the sound of more spitting then the sensation of spit slowly flowing into her rectum.  Someone was rubbing her well-lubricated clit and she was becoming aroused.

    “How does it smell in there, Lisa?” asked Ray.

    “Awful, I’m going to throw up,” said Lisa.

    “Tough shit,” said Larry.  “You’ll get to smell it if you do.”

    “And wear it,” said Ray.

    Lisa groaned as she felt the pleasure of a cock invading her rectum.  But the feeling was totally eclipsed when she felt something small, fury and alive brush her arm.

    “There’s something in here,” screamed Lisa in a total panic.

    “Rats,” said Ray slowly pumping his cock in Lisa’s asshole.

    “We’ve called the rodent control company but they have been busy and haven’t made it out,” said Larry who was sitting on the ground between Lisa’s legs with his back against the dumpster.  His mouth was brutally assaulting her tender sex.  Alternating between biting down on her large labia and chewing on her clit, his intent was to cause Lisa as much pain as possible.  His hands reached upward holding Lisa’s buttocks wide apart for his partner’s anal assault.  Her screams of pain only encouraged them to act with greater savagery.

    Over the last several months, the guards had perfected their sadistic techniques against females caught shoplifting.  Young girls and housewives arrested with unpaid for merchandise were often willing to suffer the pain and degradation of the two security guards rather than be exposed as criminals in their communities.  Several of their most recent victims were deep into therapy attempting to overcome the horror and pain of their assault.

    “Those are Norwegian gray rats, tough little motherfuckers.  The female can produce a litter of twelve every three weeks,” said Ray.

     “Please, I’ll fuck you anyway you want every day for a month.  Just get me out of here,” said Lisa trying desperately to maintain her self control.  Her sex was on fire from the effects of Larry’s teeth.

    “Just stay still and you’ll be all right.  Don’t panic.  The girls we caught shop lifting last week went nuts and got bit a couple of times,” said Ray recalling how after the rape they had dumped the incoherent teens in the back of their SUV.  It was over an hour before one of them recovered enough to drive away.

    Lisa heard movement only inches from her face. Something alive touched her hand and she jerked it away.  There was more movement and she felt them running over her bare back and head.  Lisa screamed and screamed as the two security guards took turns fucking her in the asshole and biting her vulva  

    Finally, Ray added his load to Larry’s deep inside Lisa’s bowels.

    “Should we get here out or just leave her for one of the wino trash pickers,” asked Ray jokingly when they were done.

     “Please get me out of here.  I’m begging you,” said Lisa.

    “Guess we better let her go,” said Larry. “Some Good Samaritan could see her and call the real cops.”

     The sound of the heavy metal door being slid open made Lisa want to weep for joy.   Her back ached from its weight.  Lisa slipped out of the dumpster and fell to the ground leaning against the steel sides of her former prison.

    “You get bit by the rats?” asked Ray.

    “I don’t think so,” said Lisa examining her arms then her pussy and thighs that were covered with teeth marks.

    “You’re lucky. You must not have flailed about pissing them off.  Those two Latina shoplifters got chewed up pretty bad.  Rat bites are nasty too,” said Ray.

    “Why did you do that to me? I would have let you fuck me in the ass,” said a still recovering Lisa.

    “Ever watch that show Fear Factor?” asked Ray.

    “Yes, but it’s been a while,” said Lisa.

    “It’s gone from the regular schedule but you can catch it in reruns.  Well, I was watching one night and this blonde chick in a bikini was in a tank with snakes crawling all over her.  She totally lost it.  Anyway I got to wondering what it would be like to have my cock in her pussy while she is going nuts from having snakes crawl on her,” said Ray.

  “When Ray told me about it, I realized we didn’t have any snakes but we sure had rats.  And people are just as afraid of rats as snakes even though there is no such thing as a poisonous rat,” said Larry.

    “It’s terrifying.  I was scared to death,” said Lisa.

    “And when a slut is absolutely scared shitless, she tightens her asshole and you got the world’s greatest butt fuck,” said Ray.  “Chewing up her cunt adds to the fun.”

     “We arrest quite a few shoplifters, mostly young girls but the occasional housewife.  Sometimes they’re just sluts like you.   Right up front, they offer sex to keep from being prosecuted.  I’ve gotten more strange pussy in the year I’ve been working here than the previous five.  But we were getting bored just fucking them straight so we decided to create our own version of Fear Factor,” said Larry.

   “If they’re got a good body or they’re fat, we give them a chance but on our terms,” said Ray.

    “Fat?” asked Lisa.

    “I’ve got a thing for full figured woman,” said Larry.

    “Larry gets a hard on if we’re summoned to one of the mall stores specializing in size sixteen and up,” said Ray.

    “I love the way all that blubber jumps when they discover they got rats for company.  There is nothing on this earth as good as having your cock in a big cellulite dimpled ass while she’s screaming and going nuts,” said Ray.

    “Can I go now?” asked Lisa.

    “Sure, unless you want another go in the dumpster,” said Larry.

****

       How did I ever become such a complete and utter whore thought Lisa as she drove away from Westtown Mall?  The smell of garbage permeated her clothes and hair.  She could feel semen oozing out of her vagina and asshole.  The sensation of rats running across her bare skin was still with her.  As soon as she reached home, she was going to take a long hot shower.

   There is definitely something wrong with me.  No normal woman would subject herself to the filth and degradation I just experienced.  And the unbelievable part is I got exactly what I wanted.  I actually came when I was inside the dumpster with those filthy creatures running all over me.  Look at me now, driving with one hand while I play with my pussy with the other.

    What can I do to keep Charlotte from being like my sister and me?   It’s got to be in her genes.   Our mother was as bad as we were and Grandmother Randall was a prostitute when she was young.   The Randall women are cursed when it comes to sex.

    Charlotte is fourteen and up to now a tomboy.  That’s Ben’s doing.  He raised her like she was his son.  All those sports and martial arts made her strong and independent.  Until recently, she hasn’t shown much interest in boys.  But Carolyn Mapes said at her Rhonda’s birthday party last month the kids played spin the bottle and Charlotte went in the closet with different boys. Rhonda told Carolyn the girls let the boys feel their titties and the boys got the girls to jerk their cocks.  That doesn’t sound like Charlotte but maybe it’s true.

   But Charlotte is smarter than any of we insane Randall women and stronger, mentally and physically, like her father’s people.  Maybe if I make sure she knows and understands about sex she can deal with it better than her Randall female ancestors.   They say knowledge is power.  If I make a point of educating Charlotte, it will eliminate the need for her to go and satisfy her own curiosity.  Curiosity was what got me started.

    If I had known what sex was all about, I wouldn’t have gone downstairs that night when Mommie was working late at the restaurant and Daddy and Uncle Ethan were watching a Braves game on television and drinking beer.  Curiosity was what made me climb up in Daddy’s lap and squirm around until he was so hard he lifted my nightgown up and sat me right down on his big cock sliding it inside my tiny hole.  It hurt but it felt good at the same time.   Little Margaret was doing the same thing with Uncle Ethan. Then after they came in our bleeding pussies, they made us swap places and I fucked Uncle Ethan.

    Then Mommie caught us and there was an awful row.  Mommie was going to call the police but Uncle Ethan knew something that caused her to stop.  He had pictures of her having sex in a motel with black men.  After that, Daddy and Uncle Ethan watched while Momma taught us to eat her pussy.

    Maybe none of that would have happened if I had known more at an early age.

Chapter 6 Fists of Fury

    The sounds of fists pounding on leather got louder as Lisa Simmons descended the basement stairs of the rambling farm home that Ben had inherited when his father passed on.  Years ago, Ben had converted part of the basement to a weight room and physical training area.  He pretty much ignored the fact that Charlotte was a girl.  As soon as she was old enough to understand, he had begun to rigorously train her in the martial arts.

    Charlotte had surprised Lisa by responding enthusiastically to her father’s training.

    “I keep waiting for her to rebel.  I never liked to exercise and having a daughter who is a physical fitness nut makes me wonder if Charlotte inherited any of my genes.  Her latest is something she calls Astanga Yoga. Just watching her do those Sun Salutations wears me out,” said Lisa to her sister Margaret when they were last together.

    “You and I stayed in shape fucking.  I read recently where sex is very good exercise,” said Margaret as she sipped her scotch.

    “I read that also.  I could use a good workout,” said Lisa driven by urges flowing from her sex, conscious of the fact that almost every visit to her sister’s house ended in an orgy.

    “Want me to tell Oscar to invite his friend Terry the Tripod over?” asked Margaret.

    “Yes, but make sure he tells Terry I like it rough,” said Lisa.   “Last time, he kept worrying whether he was going to hurt me.”

    “I’ll mention it to Oscar.  He can invite Axle too and Axle’s friend, Gary, since when were two men enough for the Randall sisters?”

     Ben had been a martial arts instructor when he served in the army.   Father and daughter made a habit of engaging in a strenuous training session on Saturday mornings.  Descending the steep stairs caused twinges of pain in Lisa’s vagina and rectum reminding her she had already exercised at the grocery store and mall. She paused before she reached the bottom rungs deciding to quietly watch the Saturday morning ritual that had been taking place since Charlotte was nine years old.

    “Fist,” shouted her husband Benjamin or Ben as everyone called him.  Although at six foot six inches tall with the broad shoulders and flat stomach of a man who toiled ten hours most days on his salad and vegetable farm, people had a tendency to call him Mr. Simmons. He was holding a rectangular padded leather bumper he had first used decades ago to train Special Forces soldiers in the martial arts.  As quickly as he spoke, the tall muscular girl immediately fired her gloved fist into the bumper.  The sound of a violent collision of leather on leather bounced off the basement walls.

     Charlotte’s fist landed with such force the bumper moved back two feet.

     She’s magnificent mused Lisa watching from the dark stairs.  What’s the term, Valkyrie, warrior princess?  I’m so proud of her.  She is so lean and muscular.  She’s finally starting to get some boobs.  It’s hard to picture her at one of those make-out parties going into a closet with some boy half her size.  You’d think she’d scare him to death.

    “Foot,” commanded Ben moving the pad much higher. Charlotte went into a spin launching herself in the air.  Her foot struck the bumper causing it to fly out of her father’s hand.

    “Enough, you’re getting too good for your old man,” said Ben with a surprised look on his face.  He was out of breath and covered with sweat.  He grabbed a towel off a shelf and threw one to Charlotte who caught it clumsily in her gloved hands.

    “We’ve only been training for two hours.  You always say it’s the third hour when you’re tired and exhausted that counts the most,” said Charlotte drying sweat of her face and the back of her neck lifting her blonde ponytail.

    “I said that when I was younger. At my age, now it’s the second hour,” said Ben laughing. “Here, let me help you with those.” Ben reached out to take Charlotte’s wrist to help her remove her gloves.  Charlotte stepped close to her father almost touching him.  She was wearing black spandex shorts and a sports bra.  Ben was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a pair of running shorts.

    She starting to fill out a little thought Lisa standing quietly on the dark stairs looking at her daughter’s back.  Still, she’s all muscle not an ounce of fat.  Charlotte is nothing like my side of the family.  No one would ever look at the two of them and think Ben isn’t her father.  She’s reaching the age she wants to be attractive to boys but she intimidates them instead.  That’s fine for now.  There will be plenty of time for the opposite sex once she gets to college.  Who am I kidding?  She’s already very interested in boys.

    “Does Mom consider you a good kisser?” asked Charlotte her face inches from her father’s as he untied her padded gloves.

    “The best,” replied Ben uncertain as to Charlotte’s meaning.  Ben was keenly aware what he said was a lie.  His marriage with Lisa had endured over sixteen years in spite of their age difference.  And for the most part they got along well.  But their sex life had been non-existent for over a decade and had never been passionate before that. Recently, Ben had arranged a visit to a sex therapist in an attempt to resolve their sexual incompatibility.

    “Kiss me.  I want to form my own opinion,” said Charlotte tilting her head upward toward her dad’s lips.

    Ben leaned forward and planted a kiss on his daughter’s forehead.

    “Not like that, like this,” said Charlotte wrapping her arms around her father’s shoulders pulling him close for a kiss on the lips.

    Ben felt Charlotte’s rock hard belly pressing against his cock. Momentarily, he allowed himself to relax into the experience causing his cock to surprisingly stiffen against his daughter’s abdomen.  Forgetting himself for a few seconds, he put his arms around Charlotte and drew her closer flattening her small breasts against his chest.

   When Charlotte’s tongue invaded his mouth causing his cock to further harden, reality dawned.  This is wrong he told himself.  Charlotte’s my daughter and I love her as a daughter.

    “Whoa, tiger, this is your dad not a rock star,” said Ben breaking the kiss.

    “I’d rather kiss you than a rock star.  You are a good kisser.  Again,” said Charlotte.

    “We better get cleaned up for lunch,” said Ben conscious his erect cock was pressing against Charlotte’s six-pack abs.  He gently freed himself from Charlotte’s embrace.

    I have to act today thought Lisa witnessing the scene.  She may have the body of a Simmons but I willing to bet she’s got the sex drive of a Randall.  And we all know what that means.  I don’t want Charlotte to be like Margaret and me.

    Poor Ben, she’ll find her way into his bed just like I did with my Daddy.  Weird, she gave him one kiss and he had an erection. I could see that monster straining against his shorts.  How many times have I sucked his cock with two fingers buried in his asshole working his prostate and still failed to create a woody?   More times than I can recall.  But one kiss from Charlotte, he’s ready for action.  Daughters can do things for their fathers that wives can never do.  I never had any problem getting my daddy hard and he was Ben’s age, fat, out of shape, and a drunkard.

    Lisa silently retreated backwards to almost the top of the stairs before yelling, “Lunch in fifteen.  You two get cleaned up.”

Chapter 7 Seeking a Cure

    “You’re in remarkably good condition for a man your age,” said Doctor Abner Fogarty examining Ben Simmons report from his checkup.  Ben’s primary care physician had performed the checkup and forwarded the result.  “In point of fact, you’re in good shape for a man twenty years younger.”

    “Farming keeps you fit plus I run and train with my daughter to maintain cardiovascular fitness,” said Ben.

    The two men were seated in Doctor Fogarty’s office at his clinic in Salisbury.  The consultation between Ben and the noted sex therapist had just begun.

    “As I said before, I always require a complete physical before I begin therapy.  There’s no point in curing the mind if the body won’t accept direction,” said the Doctor.

    “Understood, I’m anxious to get started.  Something happened this morning that bothered me,” said Ben.

    “And that was?”

    “My daughter, Charlotte, kissed me.  I’m sure she was just being playful but it was a passionate kiss, not a proper father and daughter kiss,” said Ben.

    “Used her tongue, did she?” asked the Doctor.  “Got her dad excited. It happens often enough.”

    “Yes, she’s very strong and almost as tall as I am.  She kissed me like she meant it.  It involved a lot of body contact, too.”

    “It’s not all that unusual for a girl her age to be sexually attracted to her father.  She knows she’s safe with you.  She trusts you.  And she considers you far superior to the boys her age who are less mature,” said the Doctor.

    “I realize that, Doctor.  It’s my reaction that concerns me,” said Ben.

    “You were turned on?” asked the Doctor.

    “I got a huge boner and it was resting right against her belly.  She felt it.”

    “How did she react?”

    “She was aroused and ready.  She pressed herself against it.  Actually, she stood on her tiptoes and ground her sex against my penis,” said Ben.  “It was quite erotic.  I almost got carried away.”

    “You said you became erect but I see in your answers to my questionnaire that you’ve been experiencing difficulty achieving an erection for over ten years.  That’s in spite of a number of different drugs such as Viagra or Cialis.  You and your wife haven’t had sex but once in the last two years and that ended unsatisfactorily,” said the Doctor peering into the folder documenting Ben’s case.

    “Correct, that’s why I was shocked when out of nowhere; the one person who I am never supposed to get excited over gives me a boner.  And I had not taken any of my ED prescriptions not that they ever worked anyway,” said Ben.

    “After you kissed, what happened?”

    “It was kind of awkward but I managed to end thing without any drama.  I don’t know where I found the will to stop.  Perhaps it was that my wife was upstairs fixing lunch.  Somehow I don’t think Charlotte will give up on the possibility of father and daughter sex.  She’ll try again.”

    “Have you masturbated since the two of you kissed?” asked the Doctor.

    “Yes, in the shower. I was so aroused I had to relieve myself.  I can’t recall the last time I jerked off. I hate to admit it but I was fantasizing Charlotte and I were having sex.  I find it very disturbing.”

    “Describe what you imagined you and Charlotte doing in explicit terms,” said the Doctor.

    “I’m downstairs in my favorite chair watching television.  Charlotte walks in dressed for bed.  She kneels between my legs and takes my cock out and sucks it.  Lisa is close by in the kitchen cleaning up after dinner.  I can hear my wife loading the dishwasher as Charlotte takes my penis out, kisses the head, licks my balls then starts to suck me off.  After she’s sucked me to the point I’m about to explode, she takes off her nightgown.  She’s naked underneath.  She climbs up on the chair and straddles me.  Her feet are resting on the chair arms.  I stick my fingers in her pussy and its so hot it almost burns me.  She starts begging me to fuck her in baby talk.”

   “Fuck me, Daddy, fuck your tiny baby girl. She needs your big cock in her pussy.  I’ll do anything Daddy.  Just tell me what you want.”

     “I suck her nipples while she places the head of my penis into her vagina.  Once she’s got the head lined up in the entrance to her vagina, she tongue kisses me as she slowly sits down.  I’m buried to my cock hairs.  Her pussy is so hot it feels like my prick is going to burn off.  She rides me hard as she whispers profanity in my ear.  Lisa, my wife, comes into the room and sits down ignoring what is happening.  We change positions.  We’re on the floor.  Now I’m on top of Charlotte pounding her pussy.  Lisa is watching the news still ignoring what is happening.   I pin Charlotte down on the carpet, bending her double. Her ankles are on my shoulders.  I’m slamming her hole while she tells me how great it is.  Finally I fill her pussy with come.  When I pull out,  it oozes out down to her butt hole.  She reaches down and coats her fingers then brings them to her mouth.  When I look down, I’m still hard and ready to fuck her again.”

   “That’s quite an erotic fantasy,” said the Doctor.

   “Later standing there in the shower with a soft dick I felt awful.  Fathers aren’t supposed to think things like that.”

    “Ben, you have a lot of company.  I would hazard a guess that more than ninety percent of the fathers on the Delmarva with an attractive teenage daughter have masturbated while fantasizing sex with their female children.  It is by no means uncommon.  In fact I would say you were not normal if you didn’t. I’m more concerned when a patient tells me he’s been fantasizing about his son.”

    “Describe Charlotte physically,” said the Doctor.

    “Six feet two inches tall and still growing, blonde hair with blue eyes, she’s all muscle, nine percent body fat.  Charlotte’s a beautiful girl but her figure reminds me of an Olympic athlete.  She loves basketball and seems to have a gift for the game.  She’s interested in the high jump, pole vault, and javelin.”

    “You mentioned you train with your daughter?”

    “Martial arts, tae kwon do, karate, kendo, limited kung fu, I was an instructor in the army.  She’s become quite proficient.”

    “And how’s her school work?”

    “She’s bright, all A student, focused on getting into a first rate college, wants to join the diplomatic corps. Her Spanish is close to fluent.  She’s hoping to participate in an immersion class in Mexico next summer.”

    “Impressive daughter, is she interested in boys?”

    “Better question for my wife, the last time Lisa and I talked she said that Charlotte was displaying more of an interest in boys.  Up to now, she’s been the classic tomboy.  That’s mostly my fault.  According to Lisa, Charlotte had gone to a girlfriend’s birthday party and the girl’s mother told my wife, that there was a good deal of touching and exploring going on between the sexes.  Boobs were fondled and cocks stroked.  Some of the girls performed orally on the boys.”

    “At six feet two inches she must overawe the boys her age,” said the Doctor.

    “If they’d seen her knocking me around this morning, they’d run for their lives,” said Ben.  “So, Doctor, having the hots for your daughter while you can’t get it up for your wife is curable?”

    “It does prove you can get it up under the right circumstances.  A possible cure may involve many things.”

    “I don’t see why I can’t have the same reaction to Lisa.  My wife is very pretty with a good figure and she’s certainly willing.  I can’t fault her in that department,” said Ben.

    “There are no issues between the two of you regarding willingness to perform various activities to please one another?  For example, husbands often find that wives loose their taste for oral sex after marriage.”

    “Lisa enjoys all kinds of sex including oral.  That’s part of her frustration with me.  My cock is proportionate to the rest of me, maybe a little disproportionate on the large side.  She considers me a waste, great equipment she’d like to use but can’t.”

    “You wife sounds very open minded,” said the Doctor.

    “She and her sister grew up in a sexually liberated environment.  I didn’t however.”

    “Affairs?”

    “None on my part.”

    “In sixteen years of marriage, you’ve never once strayed,” asked Doctor Fogarty?

    “Only prostitutes, bar girls, in the first years of our marriage.  I was overseas alone for several tours.  But since I moved back home and took over the farm, nothing, not even a fourteen year old hooker.”

    “You said ‘not on my part’.  That leads me to believe that your wife has not been as faithful.”

    “Six years ago, the wife of the manager of the Winn-Dixie where Lisa shops called me and told me that Lisa was having an affair with her husband.  When I confronted Lisa, she admitted it.  She said that since I couldn’t satisfy her needs she was forced to find sex elsewhere.  What could I say?  I didn’t want to lose her and Charlotte.  We adopted our own version of ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’.  I love my wife, Doctor, and she loves me.  We have a great marriage except for that one thing,” said Ben.

    “Let’s backtrack a moment.  You wrote here you’ve had a sexual problem for ten years. What caused you to decide after all this time to do something about it?”

    “A year ago, I joined Friendship Christian Church after accepting Jesus Christ as my personal savior.  Last month, Lisa and I decided to attend a weekend married couple’s retreat.  At the retreat, I had a long talk with our Pastor, Reverend Morgan Thornton.  I’d developed a tremendous amount of respect for Brother Morgan,” said Ben.

    “I’ve met Reverend Thornton on several occasions.  He is very charismatic,” said the Doctor.

    “I really opened up with Brother Morgan something I haven’t done since I can’t remember when.  I told him things I’ve never told anybody.  It’s not easy for a man to tell another man he can’t perform for his beautiful wife.  Brother Morgan and I wound up crying on each other’s shoulder.  He’s had his own problems with life and love over the years.  He suggested I seek professional help.  He recommended you.   In the meantime, he promised to do his best to keep Lisa satisfied until I was cured.”

    “Satisfied how?”

    “He has sex with her when he finds time.”

    “Not the standard role of a pastor, is Lisa aware of your arrangement?”

    “No, she doesn’t know anything about it.”

    “Has Reverend Thornton kept you informed of what’s happening?”

    “Oh yes, he gives me a detailed description of what happens when they are together,” said Ben.

    “How detailed?”

    “Time, place, what they did sexually,” said Ben.  “Last week, he took her to the Comfort Suites at the intersection of Highway 50 and 13.  They and two other couples had sex from noon to four.  He climaxed in all three orifices.  I really appreciate what Brother Morgan is doing for us.  Lisa seems much calmer and relaxed since they started having group sex supervised by Reverend Morgan.”

    “Anal too,” asked the Doctor sounding impressed?

    “Lisa has always been into anal.  She considers anal sex normal,” said Ben.

    “Ben, if your own therapy involved sex with others either in an individual or group setting, would you object?”

    “I’ll do whatever it takes to be cured.  If that means climbing in a cage with a bunch of horny monkeys I’ll do it,” said Ben.

    “Nothing like that, I’m afraid.  I promise you only humans will be involved.  I work with several colleagues who perform sexually with my patients. This allows me to observe them in what I would term real life situations.  Observing performances permits me to rapidly accelerate treatment.  We can spend months, even years discussing possible solutions.  But observing you in action, so to speak, can bring about a cure in a matter of weeks.”

     “Quicker is better.  I want to be able to satisfy Lisa,” said Ben.

    “Excellent, Doctor Natasha Simoneski who studied at the Freud Institute in London and specializes in domination and submission issues practice two days a week in my clinic.   She happens to be available this afternoon.  From our talk and my review of your answers to the questionnaire I believe that is a good place to start.”

     

   

   

Chapter 8 Sex Ed 1

    “I always swore that if I ever had a daughter she’s wouldn’t grow up ignorant of sex like I did.  My mother and father never discussed the facts of life with me and I had to learn everything on my own the hard way,” said Lisa.

    “Mom I know things,” protested Charlotte feeling embarrassed as the two of them entered her bedroom.  It was a Saturday afternoon in late August.  In a week, Charlotte would be starting her freshman year in high school.  Often, Charlotte felt she was paying the price of having a mother who was a former schoolteacher.

    “I’m sure you do, Charly.  There’s a lot of sex on television and children these days start early.  But some things you learn from TV and your friends may be dead wrong and get you in trouble.  It’s my responsibility as a parent to educate you about human sexuality.  You should be thankful I’m willing to take the time and effort to do this.  Frankly, it’s more than a little embarrassing for me too but I’m going to do what’s right by you even if I turn red doing it.”

    “All right, let’s hear your version of the birds and the bees,” said Charlotte resigning herself to her fate.

    Earlier, the two of them had been in the kitchen cleaning up after lunch.  After her husband had left to make his Saturday trip to the farmer’s co-op to buy supplies, Charlotte’s mother had removed a shopping bag from the closet and bid Charlotte to follow her upstairs.  When they got to Charlotte’s room, Lisa delivered a shocker to her daughter.

    “Take your clothes off.  I need to show you things that require nudity.  We’re going to start with masturbation,” said Lisa once they were in Charlotte’s room with the door closed.

    “Mamma, no way!” protested Charlotte.  “I’m not taking my clothes off with you watching.”

    “As if I haven’t seen you naked before, I am your mother.  The first thing you need to learn is sex is not for the shy and there is nothing perverse or wicked about the human body.  Will it make you more comfortable if I undress too?”

    “Can’t we just talk?” asked Charlotte finding it hard to believe that her mother was doing this.

    “No, we can’t just talk.  Now quit acting like a baby.  I’ll go first if that will help,” said Lisa as she grabbed the bottom of the sweater and tugged it over her head.   Lisa dropped the garment on a nearby chair then reached back to unsnap her bra freeing and exposing her large womanly breasts.  Lisa felt a rush of excitement when she saw Charlotte looking at her nakedness.

    “I wish I had breasts like you,” said Charlotte staring enviously at her mother’s voluptuous figure.  Charlotte’s body fact percentage was in the single digits.

    “After you’ve had back aches from lugging them around, you may want to retract that wish.  Now hurry, get undressed.”

    Lisa kicked off her house slippers then unsnapped her jeans and pushed her jeans and panty down to her ankles in one motion.  She quickly stepped free rubbing her sex.

    “There, beat you, shy girl.  Don’t you have to undress in front of each other in the girl’s locker room after PE,” said Lisa.

    “Yes, but you’re not there to watch me.  Why did I have to be built like a Simmons? You and Aunt Margaret have such terrific figures but I’m a walking stick,” said Charlotte right before she took a deep breath and pushed her panty down her long legs.  Her mother was right about her undressing in the Girl’s Locker Room and thinking nothing about it but somehow with her mother there it was different.

    “Funny how we’re never happy with whom we are.  Margaret was telling me the other day how beautiful you are and how she’d sell her soul to be thin like you.”

    “Really, she said that?” Charlotte often bemoaned she took after her father’s side of the family.  She was tall and thin where her mother and maternal Aunt could only be described as curvaceous.  Charlotte had recently noticed how men looked at her mother’s bottom and breasts when they were at the grocery store or the mall.  Charlotte wondered whether that was the reason that her mom favored tighter fitting scoop neck sweaters revealing the tops of her breasts.  Charlotte had been embarrassed when her Mom had helped out in the school library wearing slacks that hugged her rear providing a clear outline of her thong panty.  Several of her eight grade male classmates had made comments about her Mom’s hot ass comparing it unfavorably to Charlotte’s lean flanks.

    “You got shortchanged in the butt department, Charlotte,” was how Rory unkindly phrased it.

   Two weeks ago, she’d gone shopping for school clothes with Aunt Margaret and her mom and found it embarrassing the way men, even fathers with young children went out of their way to stare at the two women.  She’d been surprised to learn the sisters were fully aware of the impact they were having.  Teasing the men was a game to them especially for Aunt Margaret.  The idea that Aunt Margaret would be jealous of her figure was difficult to accept.

    “Yes, really, those are the words of a woman who has tried every diet on the planet to lose weight.  How tall are you these days, Charlotte?  I noticed your jeans were creeping up your ankles again.”

    “Six foot two inches, the tallest girl in my class, actually the tallest student in the eight grade,” said Charlotte whose growth spurt of the last few years had propelled her far beyond her classmates.  Only a few of the boys in her class reached her shoulder.

    “You did stand out in your class picture.  But since you’ve got your heart set on playing basketball being tall is a good thing.  Besides you’ll fill out some in the next two years.  Now hop on the bed and relax.  We need to get started,” said Lisa taking a deep breath to overcome her reluctance to masturbate in front of her daughter.

    “You shave down there,” commented Charlotte as she clambered onto her bed.

    “Yes, I shave my pussy.” Lisa sat down on the edge of the bed near her daughter.          “Listen, Charlotte, let’s talk like grownups.  It’s not wee-wee any longer.  It’s piss or urine and its not ‘down there’ it’s pussy or vagina.  You’re fourteen now.  Speak more like an adult.”

    “Yes, Mama, why do you shave your cunt?”

    “Charly, you are a handful.  Okay, cunt it is.  If I said your father prefers my cunt hairless would you be shocked,” said Lisa?

    “I don’t know.  Does he not like it hairy?”

    “Some men, not all, prefer a woman’s sex hairless especially for oral sex,” said Lisa feeling guilty she was lying to her daughter about her reasons for shaving her pussy.  It was the Reverend Morgan Thornton that encouraged Lisa to remove all her pubic hair.  She had gone to a local spa and submitted to a painful Brazilian bikini wax after the Reverend had told her he preferred women who completely shaved their sex.  Still when he had gone down on her and made her cum with his mouth, she decided it was worth it.

    “The hair gets in daddy’s mouth,” asked Charlotte.

    “Something like that, now I don’t want to get too personal about your father and me.  This isn’t about your parents.  It’s about you and how to keep yourself sexually satisfied until you’re in college and mature enough to have sexual intercourse.  How your father and I conduct our sex life is a private matter.   Masturbation is the key to keeping yourself satisfied so that you don’t feel compelled to have intercourse,” said Lisa reaching into the shopping bag at her feet.

    “Mother, you don’t really expect me to play with myself while you watch?” asked Charlotte.

    “Yes, I certainly do, Charly.  I need to make sure you are fully capable of satisfying yourself.  Otherwise, you’ll find it very hard to resist letting some boy put his cock in your cunt.”

    “Momma, this is so embarrassing.  Do we have to do this?”

    “Yes, we do.  Have you tried it?”

    “Once or twice, maybe more,” said Charlotte looking away from her mother at the ceiling.  Charlotte was too shy to admit she masturbated nightly.

     “Alone or with your girlfriends?”

     “Mother, you must think I’m a lesbian! Alone of course,” said Charlotte not admitting to her recent episode of girl on girl oral sex with her friend Celeste.

     “Sometimes, girls teach each other these things,” said Lisa recalling how she and her sister Margaret would masturbate together after school.  Lisa had also heard rumors that several of the Maplewood High girl’s basketball team were lesbians.   “And were you successful?”

    “Successful about what?”

    “Did you have an orgasm?  Did you cum, shoot the moon, rock your world?  The French refer to it as la petite morte, the little death.  Goodness Charlotte, don’t be such a ninny! I’m trying to treat you like you’re maturing and you’re acting like you’re still in grammar school.”

    “I suppose so.  Yes, I’ve had orgasms, lots of them. I get off big time,” recalling how she had almost passed out when Mr. Kenwood ate her to a climax.

    “Good, here squeeze a couple of drops of this on your clitoris.  You don’t need much,” said Lisa handing Charlotte a bottle of Jergens Lotion.

    “You want me to masturbate, right here, while you watch?” asked a still incredulous Charlotte.  None of her friends had ever mentioned being taught by their mothers to get themselves off.

    “I won’t know you’re doing it right unless I watch,” said Lisa as she inserted two AA batteries in a small vibrator and tested it.  “Plus I have some things to give you that will improve the experience.  Now get busy.  We don’t have all day.”

    Charlotte squeezed several drops of lotion on her clitoris then began spreading it around her sex.  Almost immediately she felt a sense of arousal.

     “Listen to your body as you rub your pussy.  Don’t rub the same place all the time.  It loses sensitivity.  Rub clockwise then counter clockwise.  Keep changing the pattern.  How does that feel?”

    “Good, no great, how often do you masturbate?”

    “I’m the teacher.  You’re the student.  But the answer is not as often as I would like.  I’d wake your father up and he needs his rest.  Now this is a clitoral vibrator,” said Lisa handing the ivory colored plastic bullet to her daughter.  “Work the tip around your clit in a circular motion while you use the fingers of your other hand to play with the entrance to your vagina.  Most of the nerve endings are located in the entrance.  That’s why a thicker cock feels better than a long one.”

    “Is Daddy’s thick?”

    “Charlotte, no more questions about your father and me. Please,” said Lisa suppressing her frustration to blurt out that Ben’s cock was twice as thick and long as the average but totally useless as far as she was concerned.

    “Sorry,” said Charlotte concentrating on the task at hand.  She’d gotten over her initial embarrassment at having to masturbate while her mother watched. In fact, she now found the idea of her mother watching her stroke her sex added to her intense feelings of pleasure.

    “How are you doing, Charly?”

    “Oh, it feels real good.  I think I’m going to have an orgasm in just a minute or two.”

    “Excellent, that’s what we’re here for,” said Lisa impressed with the little time it took for Charlotte to become aroused enough to climax.  “Stay relaxed and don’t rush it.  Just close your eyes.  Focus on the journey don’t worry about the destination.   Fantasizing about some movie star or one of those boys that sings in a group can help.”

    “Whom do you fantasize about, Momma?”

    “Brad Pitt and the guy who does the weather on Channel 4,” said Lisa failing to mention how it had been Reverend Thornton who had been the subject of her masturbatory fantasies for the last few weeks.

    “Would it be wrong to fantasize about someone you know?”

    “Like a boy you consider desirable and wish was on top of you right at the moment thrusting his hard cock into your cunt?” asked Lisa recalling her latest fantasy in which Reverend Morgan was sodomizing her while the entire congregation of the church sang a gospel hymn.

    “Yes, someone in our church, he went to Briarcliff Middle School but he’ll be at Maplewood High,” said Charlotte recalling how she whispered, ‘Bobby’ over and over again as she played with herself.

    “Bobby Thornton, I’ve noticed you looking at him during church school,” said Lisa wondering why cruel fate had chosen the father to be her lover and the son to be potentially her daughter’s.

    “He’s so cute.  Don’t you think so, Mom?”

    “What I think is not important.  But he’s a handsome enough lad like his father,” said Lisa wondering when would be the next time she would meet the Reverend Thornton at the Comfort Inn in the next town over for an afternoon of illicit sex.

    “So it’s all right to imagine I’m with Bobby,” said Lisa.

    “Whatever floats your boat but you are still far too young for sex with an actual boy.  That’s one reason I’m taking the time to show you how to enjoy sex without a partner.  But a make believe partner is perfectly all right.”

    “I know I’m too young.  You and Dad have nothing to worry about,” said Charlotte.

    “Good, now I’m just going to sit here quietly and let you finish.  Then I have some more things to give you,” said Lisa recalling what she had seen in the basement that morning between Charlotte and her Dad.

    If it had been entirely up to Charlotte I wonder how far Charly and Ben would have gone thought Lisa as she watched Charlotte using both hands on her sex.  Ben is a God fearing Christian man who adores his daughter but he’s only human.  He’d be devastated if they wound up having sex.  Teaching Charlotte to satisfy herself will keep her from seducing her father.  At least I hope it does.    

    Charlotte closed her eyes and imagined she was with Bobby and it was his fingers and tongue on her sex.  It was only a matter of moments before her body rose off the bed jerking in a paroxysm of muscle spasms leaving her breathless.

    “My heart is beating so fast,” said Charlotte when she had recovered enough to speak.

    “Good cum, darling?”

    “The best, oh thank you so much for helping me,” said Charlotte rolling to the side of the bed and hugging her mother tightly.  Daughter and mother both felt certain warmth as Charlotte’s arms pressed their breasts together.

    “Excellent, you did very well.  But you always were a good student.  I just wish my mother had educated me about sex.  Your Aunt and I were left to learn everything on our own,” said Lisa as she gently pushed Charlotte away.  Watching Charlotte masturbate followed by her warm embrace had produced some very unmotherly feeling in Lisa.

    “What’s next,” asked Charlotte?  “I want to learn more.”

    “Let’s take a five minute break,” said Lisa leaving unsaid that she needed to calm down.

Chapter 9 Domination Therapy 1

   

    “Lady Natasha?” asked Ben entering Consultation Room No. 4.  He was speaking to the room’s only occupant, a female seated in the room’s far corner reading a hardcopy book.  As he waited for her to speak or at the least to look up acknowledging his presence, he tried without success to read the book’s cover.

   She’s certainly not dressed for the part of a dominatrix observed Ben. I’d guess late thirties to early forties, nice slender figure with good legs.  In Ben’s opinion, Doctor Natasha Simoneski was dressed to work in a lawyer’s office or a bank, dark brown suit, white blouse, straight skirt and close-toed pumps.  Her cold black straight hair was cut stylishly short.  She has beautiful hands observed Ben noting the long gracefully tapered fingers and the manicured nails.

   The only odd thing about the Doctor’s appearance was she was wearing a garter belt and hose rather than the ubiquitous panty hose or less common stay up hose.  Ben could clearly see the top of her hose, the white flesh of her thigh and the elastic suspender clamped onto the hose top.  Ben recalled how years ago, Lisa had dressed in garter belt and hose in an unsuccessful attempt to rouse him.   The thought of Charlotte dressed similarly came to mind and he felt his cock stir.  He quickly pushed the thought away.

   Lady Natasha finally looked up from her book and spoke, “Remove all your clothes, Mr. Simmons.  I am to be addressed always as Lady Natasha. But you are not to speak again except in response to a direct question.”  That said she returned to her reading.   She spoke with a slight Middle European accent that Ben was unable to place.  Ben’s medical folder was on a nearby table.

   Ben fought the urge to return to Doctor Fogarty’s office and tell him to forget it.  He’d made a commitment to see this through feeling his marriage and future happiness depended on it.   The erection resulting from contact with his own daughter added to his will to stay and complete his therapy.

   Ben sat down on a nearby chair and took off his shoes.  In a matter of minutes his clothes were neatly hanging on a corner clothes rack placed there for just that purpose.

    Ben would not have found Dr. Fogarty in his office if he had returned there.  The good doctor was seated on the other side of a two-way mirror watching Ben and Doctor Simoneski AKA Lady Natasha.

***

    This should be interesting thought Doctor Fogarty as he removed his pager from his belt and sent a text message to his assistant, Cindy, to join him in the Viewing Room in fifteen minutes. He’d already started the digital video cameras that would record Ben’s session with Doctor Simoneski.  Later he would use it to further diagnose Ben’s problem; and if sufficiently erotic he would add it to his personal collection of pornography.

     Once he had gained Ben’s trust, he would pursue bringing his slut wife, Lisa, and horny daughter, Charlotte, into a family therapy session.   That would require patience and kill, but if successful, would provide the basis for a very interesting and erotic case history he could share with his colleagues who specialized in sex therapy.  

    It might not please the American Psychiatric Society but it certainly would please me to suck Ben Simmons’ cock thought Doctor Fogarty looking intently at the formidable object dangling between Ben’s legs.  Cindy will doubtlessly want to help with Ben’s therapy.  Once the slut gets a look at his penis, the horny bitch will do anything to get it inside her.  She has a deep-seated longing for long, thick cocks that borders on neuroses.  And that’s the biggest we’ve had in the clinic in quite a while, maybe ever.   It will be amusing to watch that stupid cunt, Cindy, scheme her way to penetration.

    Next session if this goes as I expect, I’ll be on the receiving end of that monster. I’ll have to perform some serious bowel irrigation or Ben’s dick will be wearing my shit for a hat when he pulls it out of my ass.   If that happens, Cindy can lick it clean.

 

***

   

    Ben was proud of his physique and he had a right to be.  For a man in his fifties, he was in remarkable condition.  Muscular and taller than most, with minimum body fat, younger women still found him attractive.  If they had seen him naked, they would have reacted even more favorably.  Ben’s penis was out of proportion to his height.  In his early years in the army barracks, he was nicknamed the Delmarva Tripod or more succinctly Tripod.  Sprout was another nickname applied to Ben by his barracks mates.

    After the word of Ben’s endowment had gotten around Fort Bragg, he had not lacked for female company.  Army wives weren’t immune to gossiping about the size of the young lieutenant’s member.  He had been fresh out of Officer Candidates School when word traveled around base there was a new and substantial daddy on the prowl.

    Ben stood silent and naked recalling his early days in Uncle Sam’s army.  I was fucking all the time, captain’s wives, major’s wives, colonel’s wives, even Christine, the wife of a brigadier, had secured Lt. Simmons services one afternoon while her husband was away.  Christine, now there was one hot piece of ass.  What the hell happened to me?  I was a stud in those days and now I’m a fucking eunuch.  Lisa is damn attractive, built like a brick shithouse, and ready to go 24/7.  I should have come for therapy years ago.

    I can’t believe Charlotte got me hard this morning, my own daughter.  I shouldn’t have let her kiss me like that.   She certainly can kiss.  My toes practically curled not to mention I got hard as a rock.  Nothing makes sense.   I out source my wife to my minister because I can’t get it up for her but at the same time, my daughter kisses me once and I’m standing tall and ready to screw.  Maybe Doctor Fogarty can figure this out.

    Doctor Fogarty said that wasn’t all that unusual for a father to be sexually attracted to his teenage daughter.  Charlotte’s pretty and has the physique of a world class athlete.  I always had a thing for athletic women but that doesn’t explain what happened this morning, not really.

   Poor Lisa, the last time she sucked my cock, she’d worked on it with her mouth for an hour and nothing happened recalled Ben.  She sucked until her jaw was too tired to function.   I thought when she stuck two fingers up my ass and stroked my prostate I’d get a hardon.  And I did but it only lasted a couple of minutes and when she mounted me I went soft.  That was fucking humiliating.  For some weird reason, I think Charlotte would keep me hard and I could pound away until I ejaculated.  Jesus, this is no way for a father to think about his only daughter.  Still, I’m so desperate to prove I’m still a man I might give her a try.  No, I shouldn’t even consider that.  Doctor Fogarty will help me and I’ll get back to being a normal husband and father.

    Ben stood silent waiting for Lady Natasha to react.  After what seemed like forever, she placed her bookmark and snapped the book shut.  Then she slowly stood up and walked to where he was standing.  She circled him slowly stopping directly in front of him.  He found himself gazing into her emerald green eyes.

    “You have offended me already, Benjamin.  You do not look me in the eye.  Cast your eyes to the floor,” said Lady Natasha.

    “Yes,” said an uncomprehending Ben.

     “You have compounded your offense.  “Yes, Lady Natasha is the proper way. What a fool you are.”

     “I’m sorry. I didn’t understand, Lady Natasha.”

     “Your apology is unacceptable.  Put these on,” said Lady Natasha opening the top drawer of a chest. “Find things that fit.”

    Ben peered anxiously into the drawer at the lingerie.

    “You want me to dress in women’s underwear, Lady Natasha?  I’ve never done that.”  The thought of dressing as a woman had never occurred to Ben.

    “I will help you but I will punish you later for being so incompetent.  This garter belt should fit.  It is adjustable,” said Lady Natasha selecting a midnight blue garter belt from the drawer.  The frilly garments in the drawer along with the other clothes in the room were purchased from a New York boutique specializing in providing women’s apparel in men’s sizes.

   Lady Natasha took a position behind Ben then reached around his waist to fasten the flimsy lace garment in the back.  “See it fits. Now for hose, these should do,” said Lady Natasha picking up a pair of matching hose.

    Ben sat down in the nearby straight chair and carefully slipped the hose over his feet being careful not to make runs.  He looked uncomprehendingly at the dangling elastic he was supposed to attach to the hose.

    “Stand up, I will show you this the first time,” said Lady Natasha.  When Ben stood up, Lady Natasha attached the four garters to the hose and adjusted the length.

   “Good, you have nice legs for a man,” said Lady Natasha walking slowly around Ben inspecting the result.  She allowed her hand to trail lightly across his body as she traveled.

    “Thank you, Lady Natasha,” said Ben.

    “These should do,” said Lady Natasha making a selection and handing Ben a midnight blue sheer panty.  “Don’t pull them all the way up yet.  Leave them at your knees.  Your testicles must be restrained.”

    “Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben stepping into the garment and pulling it to his knees.

    Ben watched as the doctor opened a nearby drawer and selected a metal collar.  The cylinder was hinged on one side.  It was a good three or four inches long.  Ben recognized the sex toy.

    Jesus, she’s going to put my nuts in a ball stretcher realized Ben.  Well, she is a dominatrix and working a guy’s testicles goes with the job.  I hope my gonads aren’t down to my knees when she’s done.

    “You have low hangers so this should do.  Hold your cock up while I apply this to your scrotum,” said the Doctor.

    “Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben taking hold of his cock and lifting it as the doctor knelt down before him.  He was surprised to find he was experiencing his second erection of the day.

    Ben exhaled in reaction to the Doctor taking a firm grip on his testicles and pulling them down.  She pulled so hard his cock slipped out of his hand.  He immediately grabbed it back.

    “I ordered you to hold your cock,” barked the Doctor.

    “Sorry, Lady Natasha, it slipped out of my grasp,” said Ben.

    “You will be punished for failing to follow my instructions. Now be still and do as you are told.”

    Ben stoically endured having his scrotum stretched painfully downward.  He held his stiffening cock as the Doctor’s hand clasped both his testicles pulling hard on his sack.

    “When was the last time your scrotum was stretched?”

    “Never, Lady Natasha.”

    “Your cock seems to like it,” said the Doctor tucking the lose skin into the shiny hinged collar as she pulled hard on his testicles.  She placed her other hand on Ben’s hardening cock and stroked it.

    She’s going to rip my nuts off thought Ben suffering through the considerable pain.

    “Done,” said the Doctor snapping the cylinder shut.  Ben grunted from the pain emanating from his testicles.  When he looked down he could see his gonads were forced tightly into the very bottom of his ball sack. The top of the metal collar fit snugly against the base of his cock while the bottom pressed his balls hard against the tightly stretched skin.  His cock was at full attention.

    I’m hard as a rock for the second time today thought Ben. Is it because I’m dressed as a woman or a woman is stretching my nuts or both?

    “Is it painful?”

    “Very, Lady Natasha,” said Ben almost feeling nauseous from the pain rising up from his scrotum.

    “Good, pull your panty up.  Then open the closet and select a pair of shoes that fits. They are all the same style.  They are ordered in ascending size.”

   Ben walked carefully over to the small closet and slid the door open.  He was acutely conscious of the heavy metal collar enclosing his scrotum.  It painfully bounced off his thighs as he moved.  For a big man, his feet were average size.  He found a pair that fit and for the first time in his adult life stepped into a woman’s heels.

***

 

    “I think we are on to something, Cindy. He’s hard.  I made a lucky guess that based on his sexual history, domination combined with feminization would bring the patient to full arousal,” said Doctor Fogarty.

   “Mr. Simmons is tall and amazingly well endowed,” said Cindy Atwater, Registered Psychiatric Nurse, who had just joined Doctor Fogarty in the Viewing Room.  Cindy had specialized into sex therapy right out of nursing school.  She loved sex so much she made it her mission to cure as many of the sexually dysfunctional as possible so more could enjoy it as much as her.

    “I thought you would want to see this,” said Doctor Fogarty.

    “How large,” asked Cindy licking her lips?

    “I’d estimate, ten inches.  But look how thick it is.  It’s definitely a pussy stretcher.  He’s 6’6”,” said Doctor Fogarty.

    “I’d make a bet that under that skirt, Doctor Simoneski has a very wet pussy.  She has a thing for big cocks like me.”

    “True but she’s a professional with a job to do.  She’ll perform her therapy before she takes her pleasure with him.”

   “You proscribed feminization,” said Cindy.  “He’s nice and lean.  He has the legs for hose and a garter belt.”

    “Let’s take off our clothes,” said Doctor Fogarty as he removed his lab coat.  “To begin with, you can rim my ripe asshole and suck my cock while we watch.”

 

Chapter 10 Domination Therapy 2

 

    “Sit over there and I will make you beautiful,” said Lady Natasha.

    “Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben walking carefully to the opposite corner of the room where a makeup chair and table was located in front of a three sided mirror.

    Ben sat quietly while the Doctor flipped on the bright makeup lights surrounding the mirrors.  Without comment she began to apply makeup.  The Doctor worked quickly beginning with Ben’s eyes and finishing with his lips before applying a pair of dangling clip on earrings.

    “Not bad, I’ve seen worse,” said the Doctor smoothing the foundation makeup over Ben’s cheekbones.  Next, the Doctor fitted a wig cap over Ben’s short hair.

   I am one ugly girl thought Ben looking in the mirror.  But the surprising thing is that my cock is still hard.  I’ve kept an erection for maybe ten minutes, a modern record.  Maybe Doctor Fogarty and his staff can help me.  I used to love to fuck and I was damn good at it.  What reduced me to asking my minister to service my wife?  Why does the thought of dressing like a woman make me so damn hard?

   “This should work with your coloring,” said the Doctor placing a wig of black curly hair on Ben’s head.

   Ben sat quietly while the Doctor styled the wig.

   “Have you ever considered what sex might be like if you were a woman?” asked the Doctor as she wielded the comb and brush.

    “Not recently, Lady Natasha, when I was younger I thought about things like that.  I was much more sexually active then.  I’m been to clubs where men dress as women.  Some of them were quite attractive,” said Ben recalling some of the places he’d visited overseas.  Once or twice after he’d had too much to drink and wound up in bed with a transvestite.

    “And you never managed to ram that cock of yours up a guy’s ass?” asked the Doctor.

    “Yes a few time under the influence of alcohol, I cornholed my playmates when I was a kid.  All the farm boys on the Delmarva sodomised one another.  It was kind of a right of passage.  The first time it hurt like hell.”

    “Boys are so adventurous when they are young.  When they become adults they loose that wonderful sense of imagination that drove them to explore their friend’s cocks and experience anal intercourse.  Perhaps we can restore some of that wonder to you,” said the Doctor.

    “I’m open to anything that will help me have a sex life, normal or not, Lady Natasha,” said Ben.

   “Normal is a very subjective term.  While you pursue your therapy, you must be open to any new experience we prescribe regardless of your own preferences.  For instance, at your next session, I may ask you to dress as a woman and then let allow several males to have you.”

    “Lady Natasha, I desperately need help.  I haven’t been able to get it up for my wife for the last ten years.  And she is a damn attractive, sexy, and accommodating woman.  But I can’t keep from getting a hard on when I am around my daughter.  Whatever you prescribe, I’m willing even if it is something entirely new and distasteful to me,” said Ben.

    “Doctor Fogarty’s notes indicate you have recently masturbated while fantasizing about sex with your teenage daughter,” said the Doctor.

    “Yes, Lady Natasha, all the more reason for me to take my therapy seriously,” said Ben.  “She turns me on and acts willing to have sex with me, her own father.  It’s scary.”

***

    “Are the daughter and wife pretty?” asked Cindy between licks of Doctor Fogarty’s cock head.

    “Yes, the wife is twenty years younger. He showed me their pictures.  She’s kept her figure.  The girl is almost as tall as her father but only fourteen.  She resembles her father, very lean and athletic.  This morning, Mr. Simmons for the very first time found himself sexually excited by the daughter.  He’s very concerned about that.  Pay some attention to my balls, Nurse Atwater,” said Doctor Fogarty.

    “Perhaps, we should suggest family therapy,” said Cindy swirling her tongue over the doctor’s shaved testicles.

    “In due time, it will all depend on what’s best for the patient.  Mr. Simmons has demonstrated surprising willingness and versatility, considering his Conservative Delmarva rural upbringing.  He agreed to let his minister, Reverend Thornton, sleep with his wife to keep her satisfied.”

     “I occasionally screw my preacher while my husband Willie watches.  Willie says he feels spiritually cleansed when he swallows the cream pie. Is Mrs. Simmons aware of their agreement?” said Cindy?

     “Apparently not, Mr. Simmons sets great store by the Reverend Thornton. The good Reverend provides him a graphic.description of their encounters.  Your Willie is a world class pervert but a likeable chap,” said Doctor Fogarty leaning back and raising his legs to make his anus accessible to Cindy’s tongue.

    “Did he or the daughter initiate their sexual encounter?” asked Cindy.

    “According to the patient it was the daughter.  The results are surprising. A man with a long history of erectile dysfunction receives an incestuous kiss from his daughter and he’s hard as a rock.  He’s quite concerned. He obviously wants to have sex with his child but feels a father’s guilt.”

    “We should bring them in and let them have sex under controlled conditions,” said Cindy circling the Doctor’s cock with her tongue as she pushed the first joint of her index finger past his sphincter.

    “Eventually, but first I want to observe his behavior as a dominated cross dresser.  He’s been erect since Doctor Simoneski started to feminize him.  That seems odd to me and I want to understand why.  There will be plenty of time later for controlled encounters with the daughter.  He doesn’t look all that bad as a female.  We could use him at our Saturday group,” said the Doctor.

    “It’s the fat guys with the beer bellies that look the worst,” said Cindy taking Doctor Fogarty’s cock from her mouth for a moment.  “He’s got a lean physique not to mention a world class cock.”

    “Ben’s problem is his height.  No matter how good a job Doctor Simoneski does, a 6’6” female is going to attract attention and look odd in public.  His daughter is 6’2” and according to Ben, still growing.”

    “If they attend therapy as a family, I’d love for Doctor Simoneski to dress her up as boy,” said Cindy between licks of the underside of Doctor Fogarty’s cock.

    “That does sound entertaining.  We could bring her to our gay group and make them sodomize her.  My prostate could use more attention, Cynthia.”

    “Hand me the tube of K-Y,” said Cindy placing the pad of her index finger against the Doctor’s anus.  “Scoot down and lift your legs over the chair arms.  I’ll eat your asshole out.”

     “It’s nice and ripe.  Go to it, you little slut,” said the Doctor.

***

 

    “Stand up, we need to fit you with breasts,” said Doctor Simoneski opening a drawer containing brassieres with prosthetic breasts.   “Here, let’s try this one.”

    Ben stood silently as the Doctor positioned the brassiere.

    “Not quite right,” said the Doctor reaching in the drawer for a different bra.

    “40D, yes, that’s it.  You now have big boobs, Mr. Simmons. They match your cock,” said the Doctor inspecting the result.  “A coat dress will work best and I believe we have one that will fit.”

    The Doctor’s heels clicked on the tile floor as she walked quickly over to a closet.  It was filled with dresses.  The Doctor inspected several then removed a light blue dress with a wide white collar and handed it to Ben.  It buttoned down the front.

    He slipped his arms through the sleeves surprised it wasn’t tight in the shoulders.

    “Leave the bottom two buttons undone.  You’ve got good legs,” said the Doctor as Ben buttoned the dress.

    This is a completely new experience for me thought Ben as he buttoned the dress.  I’m still hard.  That’s amazing.

    “Mirror,” said the Doctor motioning Ben to stand in front of the full-length mirror.

    Not as bad as I thought realized Ben looking in the mirror.  I wouldn’t turn any heads but children wouldn’t scream and women laugh.  I wonder what it would be like to be a woman, sexually speaking.

    “I will refer to you as Barbara when you are dressed as a woman,” said the Doctor.

    “Barbara is my sister’s name.”

    “Precisely, that was why I chose it.  Now we need to take some pictures for your case file.”

    “Pictures, Lady Natasha?” asked Ben uncomfortable with the idea of being photographed dressed as a woman

    “Strictly for your confidential patient record, I assure you.   We need to monitor your progress.”

    Ben spent the next few minutes being posed.  He felt a little silly when the Doctor instructed him to sit in a straight chair with his legs crossed at the knees displaying his thighs while thrusting out his chest.  After an initial reticence, he relaxed and got his head into the posing as the Doctor filled a 512MB memory stick of Ben Simmons AKA Barbara performing for the camera. For the last few shots, he was instructed to stand with one leg on a chair lifting his skirt showing the tops of his hose.

    This is turning me on realized Ben smiling for the camera.  How did the Doctor know that cross-dressing would give me an erection?

    “Now to punish you, Barbara, bend over and place your hands on the chair seat,” said Doctor Simoneski when she was done with the pictures.

    Ben bent over and grabbed the chair.  Looking through his legs, he watched as Lady Natasha removed her suit jacket and hung it with his clothes.  Next she picked up a molded plastic case and placed it on a nearby table.  She opened it, looked thoughtfully at the contents then removed a black leather paddle.  It had a striking surface equivalent to two or three ping pong paddles and a handle at least two feet long.  The leather face of the paddle was decorated with brass upholstery tacks.

    “Did your father paddle you when you misbehaved, Barbara?” asked Lady Natasha as she lifted his skirt.  The Doctor pulled Ben’s panty down to his ankles and had him step out with one foot leaving it circling one ankle. Ben felt his cock grow even harder when he realized the Doctor was taking more pictures.

     Photography complete, she approached his bare bottom. Her hands traveled upward lingering on his scrotum then slowly moving upward to his asshole.  Ben moaned when he felt the pad of her thumbs pressing against his sphincter stretching it open.

    “No, Lady Natasha, he did not believe in corporal punishment.”

    “Your Mother, perhaps?”

    “Yes, she believed strongly in it.”

    “Frequently?”

    “At least once a week when we were young, less as we got older, Lady Natasha, our mother grew up believing in corporal punishment.  Her father, my Grandfather Millhouse had six daughters and he whipped them often,” said Ben becoming conscious of the growing sexual tension. The Doctor’s lubricated fingers were skillfully massaging his anus.

    “Were your sisters or brothers punished with you?” asked Lady Natasha spreading Ben’s buttocks apart.

    “Just the one sister, Barbara, we were punished together,” said Ben exhaling to control the pain.

    “Older or younger sister?” asked Lady Natasha?

    “Older by a year.”

     “And no other siblings?”

     “A younger brother was killed in a tractor accident.  He was only five when it happened.”

    “And your father, who did not believe in such punishment, did not stop her?  He let her do as she wanted?” asked Lady Natasha squeezing Ben’s ball sack with one hand while she probed his sphincter with the other.

    “Daddy let her punish us as much as she felt was needed,” said Ben.  “She was the boss of the family.  He never said No to her.  God, what are you doing, Lady Natasha?” Ben yelled when he felt something very large and slippery being inserted in his rectum.  When Lady Natasha released him, the was a sizeable butt plug inserted in his rectum

    “Preparing you for punishment, have you ever been sodomized, Barbara?” asked Lady Natasha.

    “No, never, as an adult, we sodomised each other when I was growing up on the farm.  I recall liking it at the time.”

    “Before your therapy is complete, you will learn to love it once more. How were your punishments carried out, tell me the mechanics, Barbara?”

    “There was an ottoman in the living room.  We were made to lie across it.”

    “What instrument did she use?”

    “It varied.  At first her hand but later, she cut switches off a tree in the yard.  When we got older, she used one of my Dad’s old belts.”

    “She made you expose your buttocks?” asked Lady Natasha rubbing her hand over Ben’s bottom.

    “Yes, I had to take off all my clothes.”

    “And your sister?”

    “Both of us were made to undress.”

    “So you two watched each other being punished?  Your mother sounds like a very interesting person.  I would have liked to know her.”

    “Yes, we watched each other, Lady Natasha.”

    “And you were frequently punished together?”

    “Almost always together, if one of us did something wrong, she’d find a reason to punish the other.”

     “When you reached puberty, did you get excited seeing your sister naked? Did watching her bottom turn red, give you an erection?”

    “Yes, on both counts, Lady Natasha.”

    “And how did your mother react to your excitement?”

    “She called me a pervert and said I was morally defective,” said Benjamin.  “She’d whip my cock until I begged her to stop.  She whipped my sister’s vagina too. Mom blamed her for getting me excited.”

    “Were you and your sister incestuous?”

    “Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben surprising himself by admitting something he had never told anyone not even his wife.

    “From what age?”

    “I was thirteen and she was fourteen.”

     “She was promiscuous?”

     “No, I’m not sure. She did it only with me as far as I know, Lady Natasha. But there must have been others.”

    “And how did all this end?”

    “Shortly after my sixteenth birthday I told Mother no more punishment for Barbara and me,” said Benjamin.

    “And she accepted that?”

    “Very reluctantly, I had grown to where I was much larger than Mom or Dad.  When I caught her whipping Barbara I took the belt away and told her it was ended.  Six months later, Mother became seriously ill and died.  It was cancer.”

    “How did that affect your sexual relationship with your sister?” asked the Doctor.

    “It was kind of crazy.  After Mom died, Barbara would made me take her out to the barn, strip her naked, and hang her from a beam so only her toes barely touched the ground.  Then I had to whip her almost to the point of unconsciousness before we had sex,” said Ben.  “After she left for college, we never did that again.  She met someone who was more skilled at giving her what she needed than I was.”

    “You had a very interesting childhood, Barbara,” said the Doctor.

    “Looking back on it, I have to agree,” said Ben.

    “Now, I want you to imagine that you are your sister Barbara and I am your Mother. Hold firmly on to the chair.  Do not let go, Barbara,” said Lady Natasha.

    “Yes, Mother,” said Ben.

    Ben looked through his legs at Lady Natasha preparing to use the paddle.  He saw that his fully erect cock was leaking pre-cum.  He remembered how the same thing used to happen when his Mother punished him. He recalled how wet his sister’s vagina was after Mom whipped her. Her thighs would be covered with her juices.  He recalled how she tasted when he licked those thighs.  He took a deep breath as he watched the paddle swing toward his rear.  

    The splat sound bounced off the walls of the small room.  Ben’s buttocks felt on fire.  His memory recalled the times he watched his sister’s buttocks slowly turn pink from their mother’s onslaught.  He remembered how the wide belt compressed the flesh causing it to move violently.  Mom always made Barbara go first.  Sometimes Mom purposefully angled Dad’s belt so it landed in her crack torturing her labia.  Poor Barbara would cry for hours afterward.  She would be crying even as Ben eased his cock in her.

   Ben would slip into her bed that night and hold her against his body causing his cock to stiffen.  Then she would make him lay on his back. She would mount him inserting his cock in her wet pussy.

    As she moved up and down, she massaged her clit until she came.   Then it was Ben’s turn to be on top.  He’d pound away until he climaxed deep in her vagina.

    Ben fixed his mind on those early moments in his life as the Doctor delivered savage blows to his ass.  The paddle caused the butt plug to transmit the force of the blow in to his rectum.  All of a sudden the blows stopped.

    The Doctor’s hand caressed his buttocks as she removed the butt plug.

    “Stand up, Barbara, for a posture break,” said the Doctor.

    Ben slowly stood up bending slightly backwards to release his spine.

    “I’m going to allow you an orgasm,” said the Doctor taking a rubber matt out of the closet and placing it on the floor.

    “Thank you, Lady Natasha,” said Ben.

    “But under my conditions,” said the Doctor raising her skirt to reveal a dangling strap on cock.  “Let’s start with you sucking my faux cock.  Next time, I will find you a real one to suck.”

    Ben knelt down on the matt before Lady Natasha.  Using one hand, he guided the fake dick into his mouth.

    “That’s right, Barbara, suck my cock, “said the Doctor.

    Ben placed the realistically detailed latex penis in his mouth and sucked it as he passed his tongue over the head.

    “You do that well.  Now down on your hands and knees with your butt in the air.  I will sodomize you while you masturbate.  We will not stop until you orgasm,” said the Doctor.

    Ben assumed the indicated position.  He felt more lubricant being worked into his sphincter.   The Doctor’s fingers pushed past his opening spreading the substance inside his rectum.

    “Take a deep breath and start stroking your cock, Barbara,” said the Doctor as she positioned the faux cock head at the center of his anus.

    Ben exhaled as the large column traveled from his opening to a good eight inches in intestinal tract.

    “I think this is one of the most enjoyable parts of being a healer,” said the Doctor beginning a back and forth motion.  Doctor Simoneski was standing in a slight crouch pushing the strap on dildo down at a sharp angle.  Ben had commenced stroking his hard cock when he felt a sharp pain on his upper thigh.  When he looked back over his shoulder, he saw that Lady Natasha was holding a ridding crop with one hand synchronizing her blows with each downward thrust.

Chapter 11 Domination Therapy III

 

    “He loves it; you can tell,” said Cindy raising and lowering her body over Doctor Fogarty’s cock.  She was in the reverse cowgirl position.  A loud hiss of pleasure escaped her lips each time she drove the Doctor’s manhood to the maximum depth.  Two forked fingers stroked her clit each time she descended.

    They were both facing the two-way mirror watching Doctor Simoneski and Ben.

    “Doctor Simoneski is a genius when it comes to patients like Ben.  In less than an hour, a patient with a long history of erectile dysfunction has reached tumescence and is about to ejaculate.  I find it so erotic I am on the verge of filling your nasty twat with my seed,” said the Doctor.

    “I’ve learned so much from her,” said Cindy contracting her core muscles to maximize both their pleasure. Cindy was practicing one four count breath for each movement.  As she raised her body, she performed a four count inhalation expanding her chest forcing her navel toward her spine as the muscles lining her vagina applied maximum pressure to Doctor Fogarty’s cock.  The descent was also performed with a four count exhalation that produced a similar result on the cock’s surface.  Inhaling and exhaling only through her nose, she built energy and heat within her body that transferred itself to her sexual partner.

   It was a rare skill learned after months of practice in a Tantric Yoga Ashram near Mumbai, India.  Her missionary parents had given her over to the care of the Tantric practitioners while they concentrated on bringing souls to Christ.  The leader of the ashram, a yogi of renowned learning, had deflowered her the night she arrived.  A year later, she left the ashram having serviced hundreds of male and female sexual partners.  Her skill had gained her the much sought after position as Doctor’s Fogarty’s assistant.  

    “He has a high pain quotient,” said Doctor Fogarty.

    “High doesn’t describe it.  She’s whipping the shit out of him while ramming a 9 by 5 strap on dildo in his rectum.  My husband would be begging for mercy by this time.  Bad pussy, bad pussy, you need to be spanked,” said Cindy one hand slapping hard against her clit.

    “He’s a submissive.  That’s obvious. His cock looks like it’s about to explode.”

     “Before you cure him and send him on his way, promise me at least one good hard fuck from that monster prick.”

***

   

    Punishment complete, Ben was seated watching a DVD of an attractive transsexual and two well endowed males having sex.  The Doctor had slid open a wall panel exposing a large flat screen television.

    “Time for a break, Barbara,” said the Doctor handing Ben a bottle of cold mineral water she’d removed from a mini-fridge.

    “Thank you, Lady Natasha,” said Ben feeling pleased by the stain on his hose.

   I really blew my load realized Ben looking at his semen streaked thigh, two orgasms in one day, a modern record.  I just wish they had both been in Lisa’s pussy.  But Doctor Fogarty said I must be patient.

    “I’m going to leave you for a few minutes before we go to the final phase.  Masturbate while you watch.  Fantasize that you are in the place of the transsexual.  I expect an erection when I return,” said the Doctor leaving the room.

    Ben had started to say that he was doubtful he could perform a third time in twenty-four hours but the Doctor’s hasty exit precluded that.

   That girl/guy has a terrific set of tits and a huge cock thought Ben.  The tits are implants of course but the cock is real.  Lady Natasha mentioned the possibility I might have to suck a cock my next session.  I can if I put my mind to it.  I haven’t had a real dick in my mouth since I was at scout camp.  Of course, that was part of the initiation.

  I wonder if the contra will happen.  I made Tommie Weeks and his brother Lennie suck me off practically every day that summer.  I fucked their asses too.  I was being a bully.  I shouldn’t have done that.  Barbara liked to watch me with them.  She would sit on a bale of hay and play with her pussy while I sodomised them.  She’d yell at me to fuck them harder.

   They were scrawny kids with the tightest little butts.  They were scared of me because I was so much bigger.   I didn’t have to hurt them.  Maybe they wanted me to fuck them.  Decade old memories aren’t accurate. Who the hell knows?

   It was summer and hot as hell when I made them climb up into the hayloft that July afternoon.  Somehow they knew what was going to happen.

    Man that blonde guy is huge thought Ben as he concentrated on the screen of DVD sex.  He’s got my length but he’s thicker.  Look, he’s going to fuck the trannie. Take it, honey, take that big cock up that tight pink ass of yours.  They’re pounding her in both ends, making her choke on it.  Barbara used to do that. Force my cock into her throat and start gagging and choking.  She made me call her dirty names, whore, slut, tramp, and cocksucking bitch.

    Jesus Christ, I’m getting hard again.

 

***

   

    “He’s erect already,” said Cindy looking through the two way mirror at Ben Simmons masturbating.  Cindy was still in the reverse cowgirl position fucking Doctor Fogarty.

    “With careful and precise therapy, he will be completely cured of his impotence.  Mr. Simmons will be restored to a highly sexually charged state.  No doubt, he will fuck his daughter but that will be the result of the cure and not our problem,” said Doctor Simoneski standing beside the fornicators.  She had just exchanged passionate kisses with Cindy and Doctor Fogarty.

    “The Delmarva women could use a ten inch cock that stays up,” said Cindy.  “There are too many limp dicks on the peninsula.”

    “Natasha, please reach in that drawer and take out two hemostats,” said Doctor Fogarty.

    “Oh fuck, no,” said Cindy looking afraid.

    “Oh fuck, yes,” said Doctor Fogarty.  “You know you really want it.  No point in being coy.”

    “Here,” said Doctor Simoneski handing the surgical clamps to Doctor Fogarty.

    “No, I did them the last time. Your turn,” said the Doctor refusing.  

    “I don’t think I can stand it,” said Cindy starting to whimper.

    “Oh I think you can,” said Doctor Simoneski leaning forward to take Cindy’s nipple in her mouth. She began to suck hard on the small nodule of flesh.

    “That hurts,” whined Cindy fully aware that the pain she was experiencing was nothing compared to what was to come.

    “And so will this,” said Doctor Simoneski capturing Cindy’s nipples between her manicured nails and stretching it outward before applying the hemostat to the base. The surgical clamp flattened the flesh to a state of near paper thinness.

    “Oh God, I can’t bear it.  Take it off,” cried Cindy reacting to the firestorm of agony emanating from the tip of her breast.

    “I’ll do the other to take your mind off that one,” said Doctor Simoneski applying her mouth to Cindy’s other breast.

     “It hurts terribly,” said Cindy when moments later she was raising and lowering herself on Doctor Fogarty’s cock as the hemostats jiggled at the end of her boobs.  Her cheeks were covered with tears of pain.

     Doctor Simoneski took one of the hemostats in her hand and twisted it causing Cindy to cry out.  

    “Too bad, I need to get back to my patient,” said Doctor Simoneski dropping the hemostat.

    “Before you go, Doctor, please lubricate Cindy’s sphincter. I want to finish in her ass,” said Doctor Fogarty.

    Doctor Simoneski picked up the tube of K-Y Jelly.  She squeezed some out on to her fingers then reached between Cindy’s legs to smear it over her rectum.  Doctor Simoneski held the Doctor’s cock vertical as a whimpering Cindy slowly impaled her ass.

    Cindy reached back to spread her buttocks to the maximum extent as she forced the doctor’s cock into her rectum.

    “I think I’ll include anal as part of Mr. Simmons therapy,” said Doctor Simoneski leaving the room.

***

   

    Ben was watching the DVD when Lady Natasha re-entered the room.  He hesitated for a moment.

    “Watch the DVD and masturbate, Barbara,” said the Doctor.

    “Yes, Lady Natasha,” said Ben stroking his cock.

    The bizarre happening of the afternoon had certainly had a positive effect on me thought Ben his eyes intent on the screen where the trannie was riding one cock while sucking another.  Behind him, he could hear the Doctor taking off her clothes.

    “Let’s tilt you back,” said the Doctor appearing at Ben’s side dressed in white hose and a matching garter belt.  The Doctor pushed a handle on the side of the chair and the seat tilted back leaving Ben almost lying on his back.

    “What are we going to do, Lady Natasha?” asked Ben startled at the sudden change in his position.

    “Eat me,” said the Doctor showing her athletic ability by climbing up and over the chair in one smooth motion bringing her mouth to Ben cock and her pussy to Ben’s face.

   Ben looked up at the perfectly shaved pussy inches from his face.  He could see it was glistening with Lady Natasha’s fluids.  He felt her warm mouth engulf his cock head and her tongue travel its circumference.  He also felt something being pushed past his sphincter and travel upward into his rectum.  Ben pulled the Doctor’s cunt to his mouth.  He passed his tongue along the crevice between her labia.

    Ben spent the next few minutes licking the Doctor’s pussy while she sucked his cock and fucked him in the ass with an anal probe.  The large bulb on the end of the probe stimulated his prostate and the walls of his rectum as it traveled inward.  On its reverse journey, it created a mini-vacuum drawing the tight passage narrower as it moved back to the muscular ring of his anus.  The Doctor’s hands massaged his scrotum as her mouth made love to his shaft.

    Ben lost himself in the moment.  His concerns of sexual failure with his wife contrasted with his newly found lust for his daughter passed from his mind. He attacked the Doctor’s cock with his lips and tongue. He sucked her clit and teased her labia as he probed her opening exulting in the flow of warm viscous fluids reaching his tongue.  It was only moments before he felt the Doctor begin her orgasm.

   Doctor Simoneski sounded a cry of triumph as her climax began.  Trained by the courtesans of her native Vienna, she gained control of her orgasm and tamed it.  Years ago, she learned from the descendants of the famous whores who had pleasured the Hapsburgs how to prolong that pleasurable state.  She recalled the analogy they had repeated to her.

    “It’s like making stew.  First you bring yourself to a boil but don’t boil over.  Reduce the heat and allow yourself to simmer until you can go no further.  At the end, increase the fire until the pleasure is so great you cannot stand it.”

   The Doctor changed positions.  Her stocking feet were on the chair arms raising herself up to a height she could guide Ben’s cock into her vagina.  She steadied his penis in one hand as she slipped the head into her opening.

    Ben eagerly raised his hips to gain entrance to the Doctor’s vagina.  The resistance of the narrow opening served to stimulate him to greater efforts.  His grunts and groans filled the room as the Doctor lowered herself on Ben’s cock.

    I’m fucking realized Ben.  I am really fucking and it is great, no better than great.

    “Work my tits while you fuck me,” said Lady Natasha leaning back toward Ben.

    Ben’s long arms reached around to grasp the Doctor’s breasts.

    “Squeeze them hard.  Make me feel it,’ said the Doctor.

    They continued slowly fucking for several minutes.  Finally, the Doctor shifted positions.

    “Finish in my ass, Barbara,” said the Doctor once again raising herself to guide Ben’s cock past her well-lubricated sphincter.  The two began a slow rhythmic motion as Ben’s cock descended deep into the Doctor’s bowels.

   “Now, I want you to become a savage,” said the Doctor turning around to face Ben while still keeping his cock in her ass.

    “What, Lady Natasha,” asked an uncomprehending Ben?

    “Take all that frustration and rage you’ve built up worrying about impotence and burn it up in this one fuck.  Become a merciless animal whose only desire is to breed,” said Lady Natasha as she delivered a stinging slap to the side of Ben’s face.

   “Or are you still not capable,” said the Doctor landing an even harder slap to the other side of Ben’s face.

    “Goddamn you, I’ll show you.  I’ll fuck you till you bleed,” yelled an enraged Ben Simmons rising out of the chair keeping his cock impaled in the Doctor’s ass.  Ben stood in the center of the room his large hands holding and spreading the Doctor’s buttocks as he raised and lowered her onto his cock.

    “That’s right, Barbara, show me you are still a man,” cried the Doctor once again slapping Ben’s face so hard he felt blood in his mouth.

   In an uncontrolled rage, he dropped to the floor bending the Doctor double.  He slammed his cock into the much smaller woman causing her to cry out.

    After an uncounted number of savage strokes, he rose up and came down filling the Doctor’s bowels with his sperm. His entire body convulsed as he being concentrated on emptying his essence into her quivering asshole.

   The two rolled apart gasping for breath.

***

       

    That will go in my permanent collection thought Doctor Fogarty as he too emptied his cock in Cindy’s rectum.

    “That was really something,” said Cindy when she had recovered enough to talk.

    “I foresee some very interesting therapy sessions with the patient,” said Doctor Fogarty wiping off his cock.

     “Would you mind?” asked Cindy handing Doctor Fogarty a small rubber butt plug as she bent over and spread her buttocks.

    “Bring home a doggy bag for Lester,” said Doctor Fogarty referring to Cindy’s husband, Larry.  The Doctor carefully slipped the plug in Cindy’s butthole sealing his cum inside.

    “What can I say? The man’s greatest thrill is sucking another man’s jism out of my ass.”

    “Tell him, Bon Appetit for me,” said Doctor Fogarty.

               

***

   

    “I think you’ll agree, we’ve had a productive afternoon.  You achieved and maintained an erection over a lengthy session with Doctor Simoneski. You also managed two ejaculations,” said Doctor Fogarty.  “How does that make you feel?”

    Ben was redressed in his clothes seated in the Doctor’s consultation room.  His buttocks and testicles were feeling tender from his session with Lady Natasha.  But for the first time in years, he was feeling good about his sexual performance even if it was under strange circumstances.

    “I never expected such quick results.  However, I am not sure I’m comfortable with dressing as a woman to achieve sexual satisfaction.  I can hardly do that with Lisa,” said Ben.

   “Are you certain of that?  I have cross dressing patients whose wives are comfortable with them as sexual partners.   But let’s not get ahead of ourselves.  I’ll need more sessions with you before I feel confident we’re on the right tract.  Ultimately your therapy may have nothing to do with cross-dressing.  Once we’ve exhausted the possibilities of CD, we may move to family therapy,” said Doctor Fogarty.

    “Family therapy, what would that involve?” asked Ben.

    “Participation by your wife and daughter, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” said the Doctor.  “That’s all in the future.”

    “Lady Natasha, I mean Doctor Simonseski gave me a list of things to do before my next appointment.  I hope Lisa doesn’t notice I’ve shaved my balls.”

    “I’m sure you’ll think of something.  You might tell her you thought its cooler and keeps you from getting a heat rash.  Next time, we’ll go further into Cross Dressing.  We will arrange a group session.  They’re usually very productive.”

   

   

   

   

   

       

Chapter 12 Sex Education 2

    Control yourself coursed through Lisa’s aroused brain.  Lisa was standing nude in her kitchen fixing two glasses of ice tea.  In a minute, she had to go back up stairs and finish Charlotte’s hands on sex education session.  Lisa had begun to doubt the wisdom of her project.

    She may be young and beautiful but Charlotte is your daughter not your sister.  You have to control yourself or you are going to wind up with your head between her thighs just like you did with Margaret.

     I think there is more of the vixen in Charlotte than I thought.  She knew what she was doing when she held me.  Her nipples were standing up like pencil erasers and hard as sapphires.  Mine look like art gum erasers.   I better finish up and go take a cold shower before I decide to teach Charlotte about incest.

    “Any questions so far?” asked Lisa once she was back in Charlotte’s bedroom.  Mother and daughter were lying on the bed sipping ice tea.

    “Could I have a small vagina?  My boobs are almost non-existent.  I know I’m tall but my pussy seems to be very narrow.  Maybe it’s too small to allow a cock inside,” said Charlotte looking troubled.

    “I’m sure your vagina is normal for a girl your age.  Having a narrow vagina is a good thing.  It increases you and your sexual partner’s pleasure,” said Lisa.

    But mine may be too narrow,” said Charlotte.

   “I doubt it but let’s see.  Here are some additional batteries to use once the ones in the dildos are depleted,” said Lisa as she opened Charlotte’s nightstand drawer and deposited them.

    “Thanks Mom,” said Charlotte wishing her mother and she were still in each other’s arms.  Until today, Charlotte had never desired her Mother but that had all changed.

    Lisa reached inside her bag for one of her recent purchases from the adult store off Exit 12 of the interstate.  It had been her first foray inside such a seedy establishment.  She forced herself not to think about how the owner had taken her back into the video arcade and made her perform orally through something called a glory hole.  He’d only released her after she had sucked off all his customers.

    “And this is a vaginal dildo that also vibrates and has an attachment that stimulates your clitoris.  You twist the top like so to turn it on.  It goes inside your vagina and you use it like it was a penis while you fantasize.  This should prove to you that you have a normally size sex organ.”

    “It’s huge.  I could never get that inside me,” said Charlotte taking the object from her mother and examining it.  It was slightly curved.  Charlotte had spent time squatting over a mirror on the floor examining her vaginal opening.  Even forcing a spit-covered fingertip or the narrow handle of her hairbrush into her vagina had taken effort and been uncomfortable at first.

   Charlotte recalled Mr. Kenwood’s fingers had managed to get inside her.  Charlotte was anxious to test forcing that two inch thick column of latex into her miniscule opening.

    “With a little effort and pain, you’ll manage.  One day in what better be the far distant future a seven-pound or more baby will pass out through your vagina.  That will teach you what real pain is.  Do you still have a hymen?”

    “I think so,” said Charlotte unwilling to blurt out the truth.

    “You think so.  Really, Charlotte, sex and your body are to be taken seriously.  Is there a membrane of tissue blocking the entrance to your vagina or not,” said Lisa sounding exasperated.

    “There was but I tore it.”

    “How exactly did that happen?”

    “With the end of my hairbrush, I was desperately horny.”

    “When did this occur?  You should have told me,” said Lisa.

    “A year ago, no, more like eighteen months,”

    “Good, almost a straight answer, now you can use this in your vagina.  I’ll talk you through it.  Here take the lotion bottle. Apply lots of lotion since this is your first time.  It will make things easier. “

    “Yes, Momma,” said a chastised Charlotte squeezing lotion onto her fingers.

    “Now work the lotion into your vagina.  Use your fingers to open and stretch the entrance.  A good finger massage will relax the muscles surrounding your opening.  First, stick one finger then two then rotate them back and forth.  The opening of the vagina contains sensitive nerve endings.  Initial penetration will be incredibly pleasurable once you learn to relax,” said Lisa fighting the urge to use her own fingers to help Charlotte.

    “Like this?” questioned Charlotte applying the dildo’s clitoral stimulator with one hand while she pushed her fingers inside her vagina.

    “Yes, how does it feel?” asked Lisa wondering how much longer she could retain her self-control.  Charlotte had such beautiful long arms.

    “Wonderful, I’m going to cum again,” said Charlotte rapidly fingering her pussy.  “This is just so fucking good.”

   “Don’t get too far ahead. Take your time and enjoy it.  This is not a race.   Now reach your fingers deeper inside and see if you can feel a rough patch of tissue.  It should be topside.  Can you feel it?”

    “Yes, it feels tougher and sort of rubbery.  Oh yes, I can really feel it when I rub it,” said Charlotte her forefinger fully extended inside her vagina massaging the odd spot of tissue

    “That is your Grafenberg Spot or G-spot as it is more commonly called.  It is very important during intercourse your partner’s cock or this dildo stimulates that area or you will find it difficult to achieve a vaginal as opposed to a clitoral orgasm.”

    “There are two kinds of orgasms?”

    “That’s what most people believe although there is a school of thought they are really the same thing.”

    “You know everything about sex, Momma.  Where did you learn so much?”

    “I had a normal sex life growing up.  But I managed to read several very good books on human sexuality my parents didn’t know about,” said Lisa.

   I wish I didn’t have to lie to my daughter thought Lisa.  If she only knew of a tenth of the things her Aunt and I did, she’d disown me.   There are still people in Salisbury who talk about the sluts known as the Randall sisters.

    “Let’s make this work,” said Charlotte taking a firm grip on the base of the dildo.

    “All right but first let me squirt more lube on it,” said Lisa noting a certain change in tone in Charlotte’s voice.  She’s getting that same assertive tone she gets on the basketball court decided Lisa.  Charlotte is someone who needs to be in charge when it comes to sex and basketball.  God, please help me to stay in control.  I need to keep telling myself I am Charlotte’s mother not her lesbian lover.

    “I want it in me,” said Charlotte looking determined.

    “Here, take it and go slow,” said Lisa offering the lubricated dildo to Charlotte.

    “No, you put it inside me,” said Charlotte in an even more commanding tone.

    “All right, if that’s what you want.  Are you sure?” said Lisa feeling uneasy about being the one to insert the dildo in Charlotte’s vagina.  She felt like she was crossing a certain line but she wasn’t able to articulate why it mattered whether she was the one who pushed the sex toy in Charlotte’s pussy.

    “I’m sure.  Do it, Mother, now.  I need you to fuck me with it,” said Charlotte in a loud firm voice.

    Lisa scooted across the bed positioning herself between Charlotte’s legs.  She placed the slippery blunt tip against the entrance of Charlotte’s vagina and pushed gently.  It moved inward less than an inch and stopped.

     Charlotte moaned in response to the thick blunt object forcing her narrow passage.   Lisa withdrew the dildo and repeated her inward motion.

    “Go deeper and harder.  Oh, fuck that feels good,” moaned Charlotte working her clit with her fingers.  Lisa was surprised to see Charlotte’s pinching her young nipples as she pulled and twisted them.  She keeps repeating the word fuck thought Lisa.  Maybe I should correct her for using the F-bomb.  No, I’ll let it ride.  Profanity is normal when you masturbate.   The other day I was screaming for the Reverend Thornton to fuck my shithole until it bleeds.

    “Go ahead, Mama.  I want it all the way inside me.  I don’t care how much it hurts,” said Charlotte bracing the bottoms of her feet against the mattress and lifting her hips upward attempting to force more of the dildo into her vagina.

    I had no idea she’d respond this way thought Lisa.  She may be built like a Simmons but her libido is definitely from my side of the family.  Lord how she reminds me of my sister.  She becomes a different person when she was jerking off or fucking.

    “Harder, deeper, Mama, now, give it to me now. Quit hesitating, rape me with it,” gasped Charlotte.  It wasn’t a request.  It was an order.

    “I don’t want to hurt you, Charly,” said Lisa uncertain of what to do next.  The big dildo was encountering serious resistance to fully penetrating her daughter’s vagina.

    “I said fuck me, Bitch,” screamed Charlotte as she quickly reached down to take her mother’s wrist in her hand.  Lisa gasped in pain as the powerful fist crushed her metacarpals.  Lisa found herself looking in her daughter’s lust crazed eyes as Charlotte drove the dildo all the way inside her.

    “Give it to me, Bitch. Fuck me hard while I work my tits,” yelled Charlotte as she felt back onto the bed.

    Lisa felt the walls of Charlotte’s cunt contracting, forcing the dildo back out.  As soon as the dildo escaped the pulsating cavern, Lisa forced it back.  She pumped the dildo in and out of Charlotte’s vagina that was grasping at the object.  Lisa reached up with her free hand to pull and twist Charlotte’s engorged clit.

    “Oh yes, fuck my hole,” screamed Charlotte loud enough that Lisa was glad their farmhouse was over a mile from their nearest neighbor.  Lisa noted a large red splotch had appeared on her daughter’s chest and neck.  She’s just like my sister Margaret realized Lisa.   She gets that very same blotch of skin writing when she’s orgasming.

    Lisa set to work with a will.  Charlotte’s feet were firmly planted on the bed.  She was using them to force her core muscles to contract each time the dildo tunneled through her vagina.  Finally in a paroxysm of flailing arms and legs, Charlotte climaxed.  Lisa waited quietly for Charlotte to get her breath before she spoke.

    “Are you all right?  There’s a little blood on the dildo,” said Lisa holding up the red speckled sex toy.

    “No pain, no gain,” replied Charlotte being non-committal.

    “I think you are going to be a woman that enjoys sex,” said Lisa.

    “That was wonderful, Mother, thank you,” said Charlotte raising up to once again embrace her mother in her arms.  Charlotte’s head was on her mother’s shoulder.

    “That was quite the orgasm,” was all Lisa found words to say.

    “I have the best Mom ever,” said Charlotte as she raised her head and kissed Lisa on the lips pushing her tongue inside her mother’s mouth.  They held the kiss for several seconds as their tongues intertwined.  Embarrassed, Lisa gently extricated herself from Charlotte’s arms.

    “We need to finish up.  You dad could come home any minute,” said Lisa.

    “Gosh, after that what else could there be?” said Charlotte.  

    There is more to sexual practices than any single human being can ever master in a lifetime.  “These are two kinds of anal stimulators,” said Lisa withdrawing the two items from the shopping bag.  “On occasion you’ll feel the urge to be anally stimulated.  This short thick one is called a butt plug and the long skinny one with the ball on the end is an anal probe.  Apply lots of lotion to your rectum and to the sex toy before you use either one.  And a word to the wise, do not stick anything glass or likely to break off in your orifices.  When I was your age, one of my girl friends broke off a zucchini in her vagina.  It took a very humiliating trip to the emergency room to get it removed.  So be warned.”

    “I won’t, Momma.  But I thought anal sex was only for gay men.”

    “That’s what I meant when I said the things you learn on your own are likely to be wrong.  Anal sex between a man and a woman is acceptable and common these days.  Not everyone is into anal but you’ll find your sexual partners in college may well expect to enter via the back door.” Lisa’s own backdoor had been the recent subject of repeated entries by two mall security guards as she screamed for them to get her out of the rat infested dumpster.

    “And I stick these in my bottom while I masturbate?”

    “Precisely, you’ll see how effective they are once you give them a try.”

    “Won’t they get caca on them?”

    “Probably, keep a towel or a box of tissue handy.  Thoroughly wash them off after you’re done.  You can also give your butt a little douche to clean it out beforehand.  If your lover is into anal, that’s a good way to keep things fresh. ”

    “Are daddy and you into anal?”

    “That’s too personal,” said Lisa.  “How many times am I going to have to remind you questions about your father and my sex life are off limits?”

    “Sorry, I keep forgetting.”

    “And almost last but not least is this monster,” said Lisa pulling a thick twelve inch dildo out of the shopping bag.

    “No way,” said Charlotte eying the dildo warily.

    “It’s sort of a novelty really.  I doubt you’ll ever use it but there are times when you may feel the need to feel full of cock.  See, there’s a stopper on the bottom.  You stick it on the floor so it’s pointed straight toward the ceiling.  Then you raise and lower yourself.   To be truthful, the man at the adult store sold it to me for seventy five percent off.  They’re dropping that line of products and he wanted to free up the display space.”

    “Thank you for everything, Mom,” said Charlotte wrapping her arms about her mother and hugging her.

    “We’re not quite through,” said Lisa once again freeing herself from Charlotte’s embrace to pull a smaller bag from the larger bag.  “This is a set of six adult hardcore DVDs for you to watch and educate yourself about sex in all its varieties. All the basics are there including oral and anal intercourse.  The last DVD is about various fetish and perversions including Sado-Masochism or S&M as it is commonly called.  There are things you may never practice but should know what they are.”

    “Aren’t they considered perversions?” asked Charlotte.

    “Yes, Charly by some people but there are thousands, no millions of people who practice them.  Ignorance is dangerous.  Now promise me you will never mention any of this to your father.  He would kill me if he knew I gave you these things.  He’s very protective where you’re concerned.  He thinks of you as his little girl.”

    “I will, Momma, I promise.”

    “Good, watch the DVDs then when he’s not around.  When you’re done, let me know.  I need to return them to the person I borrowed them from. ” Lisa’s sister had lent them to her from her extensive collection of pornography.

    “I’ll be careful that Daddy does not find out.”

    “Good, be sure not to leave any of this lying about.  It wouldn’t do for your dad to walk by and see a dildo lying on your bed.  He’d blame me and we’d have an awful row.  Finally and this is truly the last thing, here is a package of condoms.  If you choose to ignore my advice about sex and invite some boy between your legs, make sure he’s wearing one of these.”

    “Yes, Momma, I’ll make sure,” said Charlotte.

    “You are a very bright pretty girl with incredible potential.  I know you want to go to college and not spend your life on a farm harvesting beans.  If you let some boy get you pregnant, that will ruin all your plans.  So one of these must cover his cock before it goes in there,” said Lisa touching Charlotte’s vagina for emphasis

    “I don’t plan to have intercourse until I am in college,” said Charlotte solemnly.

    “While I know you are sincere, you do face the challenges of raging hormones, peer pressure, and your own immature judgment.  What I’m saying, bottom line, is if you decide to let some boy stick his cock in your cunt, it should be wearing a party hat,” said Lisa holding up the box of condoms.

    “I promise, Mama.  The condom goes on before the prick goes in.”

    “Great, now hide all this stuff.  That’s all I have for you today.  In a week or so, we’ll revisit this.  But in the meantime if you have any questions or concerns, do not hesitate to ask.  Your father will be home soon.  I’m going to shower before dinner,” said Lisa grabbing up her clothes to leave.

    A half-hour later in the master bath, Lisa took her own copy of the extra large dildo, wet the stopper, and stuck it to the shower stall floor.  She checked it to make sure it would hold.  Lisa squirted lubricant on the dildo as the warm water cascaded down of her back.  Squatting down, she guided the dildo tip to the entrance of her vagina.  Balancing her weight between the balls of her feet and her heels she slowly lowered herself exulting in the pain and pressure caused by the insertion of such a large object.  Her fingers began a slow massage of her clitoris as she raised and lowered herself.

    Lisa’s thoughts turned her recent session with Charlotte.  You think you’d know your own children but I never expected Charlotte to respond in such an eager fashion.  What a wanton my baby girl is thought Lisa.  And she is so commanding without realizing it.  She would have taken me right then and there if I had allowed her.  My God how close I was to leaning over and putting her clit in my mouth.  She’s just like Margaret.  I know Charlotte means it when she says she will act responsibly so did poor Margaret.  Some women are just not programmed to say No to sex.

    God I remember the afternoon when Mother caught Margaret and I having sex with Daddy and Uncle Ethan.  That has to be the worst day of my life and it was all Margaret’s fault.   She talked me into seducing Daddy.   Neither of us realized he would invite Uncle Ethan to share his daughters.    Still, it was Uncle Ethan who really taught Margaret and me about sex.   He was an incredible lover like Reverend Thornton.

    Look at the bruises on my wrist.  I’ll have to think of some excuse to tell Ben.  Coach Carlson said Charlotte is almost inhumanly strong.  I pity the men who find themselves in her arms.  She’ll crack their ribs.  I wish this dildo were the Reverend Morgan’s dick.  God knows that after my afternoon session with Charlotte I could use a no mercy screwing by the Reverend.  I love it when he chokes me with his cock, using my hair as a handle while calling me dirty names while he spits in my mouth.

    “That’s right, Brother Morgan, fill me up with your big dick.  Split me open,” whispered Lisa to the warm shower stall.  “Fuck my whoring adulterous ass.”

 

 

 

Chapter 13 Self Study

    Who would have though something so tiny could accept a cock that size marveled Charlotte?  She was in her room viewing one of the DVDs her mother had given her.  Charlotte was lying naked on her bed except for headphones connected to the DVD player’s audio output jack.  It was almost midnight and her parents were asleep.  The only audible sounds were a squishing noise from the contact between Charlotte’s fingers and her well-lubricated clit.

    On the screen, a handsome, well-tanned and over endowed young man who looked like he had just stepped off a surfboard was thrusting his cock almost straight down into the anus of a female who looked like his sister.  The earphones were feeding into Charlotte’s brain the loud moans and cries of pleasure of the girl whose butt was being reamed.  The girl’s hand reached back between her legs playing with her clit.  Each time surfer boy thrust downward, his blonde counterpart sounded a throaty grunt bordering on a scream.

    This was the couple’s third position for anal intercourse.  At the start, the voice over announcer had interjected, “Anal Position No. 3, commonly referred to a dog style.  Note that Rob is actually standing over Tamara thrusting almost straight downward.” Anal position No. 1 was called the Missionary Position and No. 2 had been side by side.  Charlotte had carefully repeated the names of each position as she fixed them in her mind.

    Regularly, the boy pulled his cock from the girl’s gaping rectum.  The fact it did not fully close surprised Charlotte.  Each time Rob withdrew his cock; he accurately released a large gob of spit felt into her open asshole.  Twice, after he withdrew, he’d changed position so Tamara could suck his cock.

    “That is so cool,” whispered Charlotte to the dimly lit room.  I should be disgusted at this sort of thing but I’m not realized Charlotte.  In fact I’m turned on by it.  I wonder what the other girls in my class would think.  Is there something weird about me?  I bet Momma lets Daddy fuck her asshole and spit in it.  I’d love to be Tamara.  Look how his saliva oozes out her butt and runs down the crack of her ass onto her pussy when he sticks his cock back in.  

    Charlotte had marveled the blunt head of the boy’s cock had easily forced its passage of the girl’s sphincter.  That particular segment of the DVD had started off with the two making out as they undressed one another.  Charlotte had initially climaxed when the girl had started sucking the boy’s cock.  Charlotte was intrigued at the idea of oral sex.  I can’t possibly get pregnant swallowing Bobby’s sperm so its perfectly all right for me to perform oral sex reasoned Charlotte.  I hope he will be satisfied with oral because I promised Mom I wouldn’t have intercourse until I was in college.

    But as Charlotte watched the screen another thought came into her head.  I can’t get pregnant from anal intercourse either.  Bobby can stick his cock in my ass as often as he wants.  Charlotte picked up the thin anal probe.  I’ll start with this she told herself as she reached for a bottle of lubricant.

    Minutes later, Charlotte climaxed again as she fucked her ass with the anal probe.  The soft flexible latex reached eight inches into Charlotte’s rectum.  She had been surprised at the lack of pain.  There had been mild discomfort at first but shortly the discomfort turned to erotic pleasure as the rounded bulb at the probe’s tip passed repeatedly through her anal passage.

    Momma was right concluded Charlotte.  It feels great.  Now let’s see how this baby feels thought Charlotte picking up the butt plug.  This is going to hurt decided Charlotte but I can take it.  The tip was small, almost pointed.  But the girth gradually increased until it was a good four inches in diameter right before it reached the smaller handle designed to prevent its easy escape once fully lodged in the rectum.

    My butthole will have to stretch further than the girl on the DVD to take the entire thing.  But once it goes past the fifth ring it narrows.  That is what keeps it inside my butthole.  Charlotte had noticed that if she didn’t hold the anal probe, her rectum would expel it.  It pushed it out just like it was a turd realized Charlotte when the anal probe was forcefully propelled out of her rectum.

    Charlotte lubricated the butt plug then reached down and guided the tip past her sphincter.

    “Ouch,” whispered Charlotte as the first ring of latex pasted her anus.  Five deep breaths then we go deeper she told herself.  Moments later, a determined push allowed Charlotte to accept the second ring.  More deep breaths and a further push succeeded in getting the butt plug past the third ring.

    The level of discomfort caused Charlotte to question whether to go further.  Holding the butt plug with one hand, she stimulated her clit with the other.  It hurts but it feels good at the same time realized Charlotte.  Three minutes of masturbation brought her to the edge of another orgasm supplying the will to continue.

    I am going to finish the job decided a determined Charlotte taking a firm grip on the butt plug’s handle.  Charlotte inhaled then exhaled as she pushed the plug all the way inside to the point her sphincter closed around the narrow part before the handle.  Charlotte stuck her fist in her mouth to keep from crying out.  Her rectum screamed in fiery pain as its walls were expanded as never before.  It was all Charlotte could do not to immediately jerk the plug from her ass.

    Seeking to divert her mind from her screaming ass hole, Charlotte smacked her pussy firmly with an open palm.   “Bad pussy, bad pussy,” she whispered with each slap. Finally after what seemed like forever her rectum relaxed and accepted the intruder.

    There is no doubt I can take Bobby Thornton’s cock up my ass decided Charlotte.  I can take it and love it.  I’ll want him to spit in my ass and I’ll suck his dick when he pulls it out of my butt.

   Shit I might as well go for broke decided Charlotte reaching over to open the nightstand’s bottom drawer.  She lifted the heavy dildo with the detailed appearance of a real cock.  Charlotte’s first and index fingers determined her vagina was fully coated with her glandular secretions.  Good, my Bartholin glands are healthy.  Bobby won’t have any trouble penetrating me wearing a condom.

    Charlotte pushed the head of the dildo into the opening rotating it in her fluids.  She tentatively pushed the large head against the tiny opening.  Breath control is the key realized Charlotte as she pushed on exhale and relaxed on inhale.  Slowly, the monster began to slide inside her.  Almost immediately, Charlotte felt the dildo press against the butt plug.  She jiggled the dildo as she pressed the butt plug with her rectal muscles.

    This is good thought Charlotte.  No it’s a hell of a lot better than good.  The muscles in her forearm contracted as Charlotte determinedly drove the dildo deep inside her.  When she looked down, only the red-capped end of the dildo was visible.  Like Mother said, it’s a feeling of fullness and its terrific.

    “Anal Position No. 4, commonly referred to a reverse cowgirl,” sounded the voice over announcer.

    When Charlotte looked at the screen, she saw Tamara was sitting astride Rob facing his feet her asshole impaled on his cock.  Her feet were under her resting on his thighs and she was raising and lowering herself all the while working her clit with one hand while thrusting three fingers of her other hand into her vagina.

    Her tits are so fake decided Charlotte repeating something she had decided when Tamara and Rob had first appeared.  Maybe someday I’ll earn enough money for a boob job and won’t be flat chested all my life.

   When Charlotte looked to her right she saw the six-inch dildo she used earlier to masturbate.  Let’s see what it feels like to have all three orifices full at the same time decided Charlotte placing the dildo in her mouth and sucking it.  The taste and smell of her fluids filled her senses as she pushed the dildo into the back of her mouth.

   On screen, Tamara was on her back.  Her mouth was open and her tongue out as she prepared to receive Rob’s ejaculate.  Rob’s cock was positioned as the tip of her tongue as he stroked himself.  His hand was a blur.

   “I’m coming,” gasped the onscreen Rob as thick spurts of milky white semen squirted on Tamara’s face.  Most of the escaping semen landed in her mouth but there were splashes on her cheeks, forehead, and even her over processed hair.  When Rob finished, Tamara sucked gently on his cock head to extract any remaining ejaculate.

    When Rob climaxed, Charlotte was in the throes of her own orgasm.

 

 

Chapter 14 Sex Ed Redux

 

     “Can we watch this together?  It’s the one on fetishism and I’ll probably have some questions,” said Charlotte to her mother while holding up the DVD titled World of Bizarre Sex.  Two weeks had passed since Lisa and Charlotte’s initial sex workshop.  Charlotte had been anxious for her mother to broach the topic of the promised follow on session but Lisa hadn’t mentioned it.  Saturday afternoon when her father left on his regular trip to the farmer’s co-op, Charlotte seized her opportunity.

    “All right but let’s make it quick.  Your dad may be back early,” said Lisa.  After their first session had not gone as Lisa expected, she had misgivings about the follow-up session she had promised.

    I need to work harder to maintain a correct mother and daughter relationship between the two us decided Lisa when she’d had time to process the events of that first Saturday afternoon.  Charlotte is far more sexually precocious and aggressive than I expected.  Nothing seems to faze her.  And what was even worse, she managed to push some of my buttons and I did things I shouldn’t.  I dildo fucked my own daughter. What kind of mother does that?

    Lisa had hoped that with the start of her freshman year, Charlotte would become immersed in sports and studies.  There wouldn’t be time or energy for her to take an active interest in sex.  But Lisa had doubts this was a reasonable approach to take with a healthy young girl.  Still, she didn’t trust herself to deal with her strong willed daughter after what happened the first time.

    Lisa had been secretly pleased when Charlotte told her Bobby Thornton barely spoke to her and spent all his time chasing after other girls.

    “I’m a lost cause.  He doesn’t know I’m alive.  Bobby likes girls with big boobs,” declared Charlotte to her mom when they were doing the dishes.

    “Don’t be that way, Charlotte. Boys are attracted to girls for reasons besides their cup size.  Don’t make the mistake of thinking all women trade sex for love or that the only way to get and hold a young man’s attention is by offering him your body.  Besides, there will be plenty of boys hanging around you before long,” said Lisa.

    “I’m too tall, too flat chested and too ugly to ever get a boyfriend,” declared Charlotte in a forlorn voice.

    “You are tall and thin like a runway model, and you are anything but ugly.  You have beautiful complexion and hair and your facial structure is perfect.  You’re gorgeous but your height intimidates boys your age.   Learn to be patient.  You’ll eventually meet someone who could care less if you are taller than him.  And who knows but the love of your life may be a seven foot center who towers over you.  In the meantime, concentrate on your schoolwork and sports.  Good grades and sports will get you a scholarship to a top school.  There you’ll meet a lawyer or a doctor, a professional who can share your life.  Your coach is predicting that if you keep at it you can chose any college in the country.  Everything happens in its own good time,” counseled Lisa.

    “I’m going to die an old maid.  Maybe I’m destined to be a lesbian.  Everyone says Michelle is one.  I’ll sleep with her.”

    “Quit talking nonsense.  Now don’t you have some homework,” said Lisa to end the conversation.

    Lisa was surprised when Charlotte asked her to watch the fetish DVD together.  She’d hoped Charlotte had forgotten her offer to spend more time discussing sex.

    Lisa had not viewed any of the DVD’s herself.  She’d taken her sister’s word the DVDs would provide Charlotte a thorough introduction to the world of human sexuality.  She was about to realize she had made a serious mistake.

    “We can lay on my bed and masturbate while watch,” said Charlotte inserting the DVD in the player.

    “All right, did you have any questions about the other DVD’s?” asked Lisa.

    “Only the one about anal sex, do you think it’s sexy for the guy to spit in the girl’s asshole during anal sex?  When the guy, Rob, pulled his cock out of Tamara’s asshole it didn’t close right away.  He’d put his mouth an inch or two over her butthole and spit inside.  When his cock went up her ass, his saliva dribbled out the sides.”

    “I don’t know.  That’s very advanced for a girl your age.  I guess it could be depending on the person.  The largest sex organ is the human brain.  Some people would find it revolting where others might be turned on by it,” said Lisa surprised at the explicit nature of the question.

    “Does daddy spit in yours?”

    “I told you questions about your father and my sex life were not a topic for discussion.  That was on Margaret’s DVDs?”

    “Yes, I didn’t know you borrowed them from Aunt Margaret.”

    “Damn, I wasn’t supposed to tell you I got them from Margaret.  Your Aunt and Uncle Oscar are wonderful people but in terms of sexual behavior they’re more liberal than most.  I looked on the WEB for a set of instructional DVDs appropriate for your age and sex but the only thing I could find was $300.  So I asked your Aunt if she could put together a set of DVDs that illustrated the various ways men and women have sex.   Please don’t let on you know.”

    “I won’t say anything, Momma. I promise.”

    “Good, but now you have me worried they’re more sexually explicit than I thought.  You said one of the men was spitting in the girl’s asshole.  Weren’t you disgusted by that?”

    “I thought it was a turn on,” said Charlotte casually as she used the remote to power on her television and select the video input channel connected to her DVD player.  Charlotte recalled fantasizing it was Bobby Thornton standing over her open sphincter slowly releasing a mouthful of sputum into her.  Charlotte was in her deaf man’s yoga pose and she watched as he delivered a mouthful of drool to her yawning asshole.  She tried to picture how it would feel as it slid down her rectum.

    Lisa watched in silence as the screen came to life.  Her mind was a whirlwind of disturbing thoughts.  My virginal daughter who just started her freshman year in high school considers it erotic for the man to spit in a woman’s ass during anal intercourse. Obviously I have made a serious misjudgment.  Instead of satisfying Charlotte’s curiosity I have energized it.  I thought that witnessing sexual acts would substitute for participation but the opposite has occurred.  I have wetted her appetite.

    “I would think girls your age would be turned off viewing the seamier aspects of human sexuality,” said Lisa trying once again.

    “I’m sure I’ll eventually find something I consider a turn off,” said Charlotte pressing the fast forward button to skip over the previews and the advertisements for call lines.    

   Eventually but perhaps never thought Lisa silently replying to Charlotte’s remark.  Given a chance to compete sexually for Bobby Thornton’s attention, she will go all the way and then some in a heart beat even if it included anal intercourse and a butt full of his spit.  God is punishing me for sleeping with my minister and all the other men I’ve slept with since I married her father.

     “Let’s masturbate while we watch.  I want to get off,” said Charlotte unzipping her jeans and stepping out of them.  Her panty and top quickly followed.

    “I see you shaved,’ said Lisa noting the narrow jagged rattail on Charlotte’s pubic area.

    “Yes, I thought yours looked cool,” said Charlotte reaching down to rub her sex.

    “What’s the idea of the narrow strip you left?  Is that supposed to be a lighting bolt?” asked Lisa.

    “No, it’s my attempt at a Nike swish.  One of the girls in the video shaved hers that way and I thought it looked neat.  I messed it up though.  Maybe when it grows out, you can help me trim it.  Aren’t you going to get undressed?” asked Charlotte lying her bed with her legs spread.

    “Yes, I am,” said Lisa wanting to say no but feeling foolish about refusing since she was the one who insisted they undress the first time.

    Moments later, Lisa and Charlotte were once again naked side by side in the small bed.  The two females had applied lotion to their sex.  Lisa noticed that the large bottle was almost empty.  Lisa accepted Charlotte’s offer of the vibrator.  She sighed as she pressed the tip against the area between her clitoris and vagina.

    “These marital aids have been great.  It was terrific of you to get them for me,” said Charlotte. One hand was pushing the dildo into her vagina as she worked her clit with the other.

    “Did you try all the toys I gave you?” asked Lisa.

    “Yes, you were right about how it feels to have both your holes stuff.  The butt plug is great,” said Charlotte.  “Here, roll over and let me show you,” said Charlotte pulling the toy out of a drawer.

    “I don’t know,” said a hesitant Lisa.

    “Oh, roll over, don’t be a ninny,” said Charlotte applying lotion to the butt plug.

    Lisa rolled over so her back was facing Charlotte.  She blanked her mind when she felt Charlotte’s fingers lubricating her anus.  A grunt escaped her when Charlotte pushed the tip past her sphincter.

    “Take a deep breath,” said Charlotte. When Charlotte heard her mother inhale she pushed the fat plug inside her Mom’s rectum noting with satisfaction how her Mom’s anus tightened around the narrow part.

    “Doesn’t that feel terrific?” asked Charlotte kissing her Mom’s bare bottom.  “It really helps me to get off. In one of the DVDs, the girl has a cock in her vagina, bottom and mouth.  That looks so hot,” said Charlotte.

    “Double or even triple penetration pleases some women,” said Lisa rolling back over and continuing to press the vibrator against her clit.  Mother and daughter watched the television in silence as they masturbated.

    “What is that called?  Do you and daddy jerk off when you’re watching porn?” asked Charlotte as they watched a man kissing the sandal-clad feet of a tall statuesque woman.

    “This is called foot fetishism.  I’m sure it has a more technical name.  Actually, your father would have a fit if he ever found pornography in the house.  Since he joined the church he’s a straight arrow if ever there was one.  That’s why I need to get these DVD’s back to Margaret as quickly as possible.  If he knew I’d let you watch them, he’d divorce me.”

    “This is the last one.  You can have them back after we’re finished. Men are turned on by women’s feet, weird?” said Charlotte not admitting she had used her computer’s DVD reader/writer to burn her own copy.

   “Not all men, some are, not that many,” said Lisa.

   “Have you ever had sex with a man who was into feet?” asked Charlotte watching the man slowly kiss each of the woman’s ten toes.

    “No, I can’t say I have.”

    “I think it would be cool,” said Charlotte watching the man lick the soles of the woman’s shoes.

    “You would want a man to do that?”

    “Yes, it would be like he was your slave.  He’s demonstrating his devotion to her,” said Charlotte as she began to masturbate more vigorously.  Charlotte fantasized she was the girl on the screen and Bobby Thornton was licking the soles of her shoes while several large breasted girls watched.

    “I’m not sure foot worship makes for a healthy relationship,” said Lisa recalling the first time she passed her tongue over those ridiculous fuck me pumps Margaret bought at Good Will.  The memory of the taste of black shoe polish and the smell of her sister’s feet filled her mind.  Unconsciously, Lisa placed her fingers on her clitoris and began to slowly circle her erotic core.

    “What’s that?” asked Charlotte.  The man was now lying on the floor.  He had an enormous erection.  The woman’s feet were cupped around the man’s cock slowly masturbating him.

    “I’m sure it has a name but I’d just call it foot fucking for lack of a better term,” said Lisa.

    “And that?” asked Charlotte later when the man was straddling the woman sliding his cock back and forth between her large breasts.

    “Tit fucking,” said Lisa.

    “My boobs are too small for tit fucking.  When I get enough money I’m going to have a boob job,” said Charlotte.

    “As long as you’re the one to pay for it, they cost thousands of dollars,” said Lisa.

    “That’s erotic,” said Charlotte watching the man ejaculate in the woman’s open mouth and on her face.

    “Too messy, it’s better if they come inside your mouth,” said Lisa.

    “Who was the first boy to cum in your mouth?” asked Charlotte.

    “I’m not sure I should answer.  But if you must know, it was Donnie Trabert.”

    “How old were you?”

    “Seventeen,” lied Lisa.  Actually, she had been twelve when she and Margaret had sucked off the Trabert brothers in a neighbor’s garage.  She had sat on the running board of an old Ford pickup and used her mouth to get Donnie Trabert off while Margaret blew his brother Desmond.  They’d had a contest to see who could get their partner to cum first and for once Lisa had won.

    “How does cum taste to you?” asked Charlotte.

    “Salty, sometimes it tastes different depending on the diet.   I’ve read Japanese men taste fishy and Japanese women thing American men taste beefy.”

    “Daddy must taste like lima beans.   It’s not that much to swallow,” said Charlotte recalling the night Mr. Kenwood ejaculated in her mouth.

    “A tablespoon or two is about it,” said Lisa wondering whether Charlotte’s response was based on viewing the DVD or experience.

    “This is something that really turns me on,” said Charlotte.  “What’s that he’s leaning over?”

    “A whipping bench,” said Lisa recalling the many times she had been restrained over a similar apparatus at her sister’s house.

   On screen, a man in handcuffs was bent over a padded bench.  A pair of lacy women’s panty had been pulled down to his knees.  He was wearing a garter belt and hose with three-inch heels.  A tall severe-looking woman her hair pulled back in a bun and dressed in a black leather corset and thigh high boots was delivering powerful swats to his rear with a leather paddle covered with brass studs.  The woman’s buttocks were exposed except for a narrow strip of leather traveling down the crack of her ass.  The man’s bottom was turning a bright pink.  Each of the blows was immediately followed by a loud scream of pain.  Charlotte’s fingers were a blur as she massaged her clit.

     “This is so fucking hot,” gasped Charlotte obviously turned on.  “I’d love to be that woman.”

    Lord help me.  Charlotte has inherited my sister and my sexual persona realized Lisa.  I was afraid of that.  Why couldn’t she be like her father?  She’s like him in so many other ways.  But when it comes to sex, she’s going to be like my sister, a dominant who enjoys causing pain.

    Lisa was aware Margaret and Oscar’s relationship included hardcore S&M play with other couples.  Long ago, Margaret had confided to Lisa that Oscar was the perfect submissive with a high tolerance for pain.  Lisa’s thoughts were interrupted when she felt Charlotte’s hand on her sex and her mouth on her nipple.

    “I want you to eat my pussy, Mother,” breathed Charlotte looking up.  “I need you to do that.”

    When Lisa looked at the television, she saw that the dominatrix was squatting over the prone man.  Her sex was positioned at his face and his tongue was busily licking her pussy as she whipped his erect cock.

   “No, we can’t. I’m your mother,” said Lisa knowing she should hop off the bed immediately and leave the room.

   “Yes, you can.  I need for you to eat me,” said Charlotte swinging her body around to straddle Lisa’s face.  Lisa’s nostrils filled with the musky scent of her daughter’s wet sex.

    “No, it’s not right,” said Lisa.

    “Eat me, Mother, slide your tongue in my hole,” commanded Charlotte reaching down to separate her labia.  Her other hand reached back to her Mother’s sex

    Lisa gave in to her daughter’s stronger personality.  Her tongue slipped into her daughter’s opening.  Warm fluids dribbled onto her lips. She breathed in the heavy smell of a young female in heat and as had happened so many times in the past gave herself over to pleasure.

    “You’re so wet, darling, I love you,” said Lisa overcoming her reluctance to what was happening.  Her mouth began to slowly lick Charlotte’s sex.

    “Oh yes, that’s heavenly.  Now suck my clit,” said Charlotte.

    It took only moments for Charlotte to climax.  Lisa felt her daughter shift positions.

    “On one of the videos, two girls eat each other out at the same time.  It’s called sixty-nine.  Let’s do that,” said Charlotte reversing her position so she could put her face between her mother’s legs.  Charlotte was anxious to compare the oral sex she’d had with Celeste.

    She is so fucking wet thought Lisa as she continued to make love to Charlotte’s sex with her mouth.

    “Tell me if I do anything wrong,” said Charlotte as she licked her Mother’s clit.

    Oh my God thought Lisa as she felt Charlotte’s tongue on her sex.  My own daughter is going down on me.  This is exactly what my professor in my Childhood Psychology course said.  Incest is often passed from generation to generation in families.  Just as my mother slept with her brothers and father, I slept with my sister, father, and even my mother.  And now I’m having sex with my daughter.  I wonder what will happen to Charlotte’s offspring. We are truly cursed.

    Lisa moaned as Charlotte pushed a moistened finger into her vagina.  She moaned louder when that finger raked across her G-spot.

    “I’m going to eat your pussy until you climax, Momma,” said Charlotte covering her mother’s vagina with her mouth and attacking it with her tongue. Charlotte took the handle of the butt plug in her hand and began to slowly work it in and out her mother’s butthole.

  “Yes, eat my pussy and fuck my ass,” said Lisa allowing herself to forget that Charlotte was her daughter.  Charlotte became just a mouth and sex toy that worked between her pussy and her asshole.

    It’s the journey not the destination thought Lisa as her mouth and fingers pleasured Charlotte’s sex and asshole.  Lisa recalled the hundreds of times her face had been between her sister’s legs licking and sucking until Margaret was satisfied.  Time became in determinant until both experienced an orgasm that left them out of breath and covered in sweat.

    “My heart is beating so fast,” said Charlotte falling back to her side of the bed.  “Did I eat your pussy right?”

    “Yes, you were wonderful,” said Lisa exhausted and humiliated by what had just happened.

Chapter 15 Sex Ed Redux 2

    “That’s called water sports or golden showers,” said Charlotte drawing Lisa’s attention back to the television where four males were taking turns urinating in the open mouths of two kneeling females.  The girls struggled to keep up with the flow of urine, gulping down mouthful after mouthful of the golden liquid.

    Charlotte and her mother were lying on the bed masturbating as they watched Aunt Margaret’s DVD.  It was Saturday afternoon and Lisa had reluctantly agreed to continue Charlotte’s sexual home schooling.  From Lisa’s perspective, what had started out as a good idea had become a source of anxiety.  Charlotte had taken charge, using her mother’s experiences as a resource.

   “How do you know that?” asked Lisa.

   “I’m not a total neophyte when it comes to sex, Mom.  I read about piss play in a sex manual one of girlfriends brought to school.  She’d found it hidden in a trunk in their attic,” said Charlotte.

     “That must have been a very hardcore manual,” said Lisa.

     “I suppose it was.  It showed pictures of men and women peeing in each other’s mouth,” said Charlotte not revealing that the night before after watching the identical scene she had satisfied her curiosity.  She had sat on the commode masturbating while taking sips from a glass of her own urine. Deciding it was not as awful as she imagined, Charlotte drained the cup during her orgasm as she fantasized it was her father’s warm piss she was drinking.

   “Parents who think they can control when and what their children learn about sex are fooling themselves,” said Lisa. “Water sports are for adults who like that sort of thing.  Young people should stick to basic sex until they are older and can make mature decisions about what is right for them.”

    “Have you ever let Daddy pee in your mouth,” asked Charlotte?

    Lisa almost said, “No, not your father,” before saying, “Of course not, and for the hundredth time, questions about your father and me are off limits.”

    Lisa recalled the first time, her father and uncle had made her and Margaret drink from the tap.  The men spent the afternoon killing a case of beer before they decided they were horny.  When Margaret and she arrived from school, the men had ordered the girls to disrobe and dance.  After a while, they were ordered to go down on each other.

    It had been her Uncle’s idea to put the two girls in the bathtub and piss in their mouths.  Lisa could still recall the taste and aroma of the warm urine as it filled her mouth.  They gulped down as much as they could allowing the overflow to pour over their lower lip.  It had been very exciting and her fingers had brought her to a soul shaking climax as the body temperature fluid coursed down over her breasts to her sex.

   The two women continued to watch as the DVD showed a progression of fetish sexual acts.  Lisa was shocked that nothing seemed to disgust Charlotte.

    “It would be fun to dress up a boy as a girl and fuck a boy in the ass,” said Charlotte watching a slender man dressed as a woman experience anal sex with several women equipped with strap on dildos. “Did the store where you bought my toys sell strap on cocks?”

    “I’m sure they do,” said Lisa.

    “Could you get us one?  We could use it together,” said Charlotte squeezing her mother’s breast.

    “I’ll get it the next time I’m in downtown Salisbury,” said Lisa unable to say no to her strong willed daughter.

    “And a double ended dildo if they have one.  On one of the DVDs, two women were using one and it looked like they were really getting each other off.  We could try that some Saturday afternoon,” said Charlotte.

    “All right,” said Lisa recalling the many times she and her sister had shared a double ended dildo.  “We’ll have to get it far enough inside so our clit’s touch.”

     “We’ll make that happen,” said Charlotte confidently.

     I don’t doubt that you will, thought Lisa picturing her daughter forcing the dildo hard against her cervix.  On screen, transsexual behavior was depicted.      

    “This is interesting.  The blonde trannie is pretty for a guy,” said Charlotte.  Two transsexuals and a normal male were undressing each other.  The blonde had delicate feminine features and a large cock.

    “You keep surprising me.  I had no idea you knew about gender changing,” said Lisa.

    “I watched the DVD then researched it on the Internet.  Have you had any transgender experience?’ asked Charlotte.

    “No, of course not,” lied Lisa recalling the time Margaret and she had met several transsexuals on Craig’s List and agreed to an NSA hookup in a seedy motel.

    “Mom, I really appreciate what you’ve done to educate me about sex.  I realize that at first I acted like an idiot.  But now I understand you did this to get me off to the right start in life,” said Charlotte before kissing her mother tenderly on the lips.

    “Well, you certainly seemed to have learned a lot and taken it seriously.  I want you to promise me one thing,” said Lisa.

    “What’s that, Momma?”

    “You will never have unprotected sex with a boy.  That is until you are older and married or in a committed relationship.   It is very important that you don’t get pregnant or contact an STD.  Promise me that one thing,” said Lisa.

    “I promise.  What about when I am on the pill?”

    “The pill will keep you from getting pregnant but it will not protect you from STDs.  The bottom line is that you don’t get pregnant until you’re ready to have a baby and you won’t be ready until you’ve finished college and established your career,” said Lisa.

    “I understand.  I won’t get pregnant,” said Charlotte.

    “Good, I’ll visit the adult store and get us some new toys,” said Lisa.

    “I want to thank you for everything.  Just lie there and let me take care of you, Mother.  You’ve really been great teaching me about sex and I want to show you what I have learned,” said Charlotte.

    Lisa considered objecting then decided it was pointless.  Lisa felt waves of pleasure wash over her as Charlotte’s mouth and fingers worked her clitoris, vagina, and butthole.  It took a surprisingly short time for her to enjoy the start of an orgasmic high.

    “I want you to come and keep on coming until you can’t stand it anymore,” said Charlotte.  “Remember, it’s the journey we seek not the destination.”

    Lisa’s body experienced a roller coaster of sexual highs where she would slowly climb toward an apogee then race down the other side.  Moaning, grunting, cursing, she allowed Charlotte to pleasure her until she felt like she was loosing touch with reality.  Finally, she could endure it no longer.  She willed herself to one final explosive climax that left her gasping for breath as her heart beat wildly in her breast.

    Charlotte held her Mother’s body tightly as Lisa writhed and contorted in her arms.  It was several minutes before Lisa recovered to the point she was able to speak.

    “This shouldn’t be happening,” said Lisa ejecting the DVD from the player. I feel terribly guilty.”

    “Didn’t you enjoy it?” asked Charlotte looking hurt at her mother’s reaction.

    “Yes, too much, that’s the problem.  My God, Charlotte, I just experienced oral sex with my underage daughter.  And you ate me to the best orgasm I’ve had in I don’t remember when.  But we’re mother and daughter and that makes it incest.  Incest is a serious crime.  I could be put in prison for what we just did.”

    “I wouldn’t tell anyone.  I promise.”

    “That’s not the point.  I feel horribly guilty.  I began with such good intentions and now it’s all gone bad,” said Lisa sitting down on the bed and begging to cry.

    “I’m sorry, Mom.  It felt right to me and when you ate my pussy it was so wonderful.  Didn’t you like it when I ate you?”

    “Oh God what have I done,” exclaimed Lisa breaking into loud sobs.

    “I said I’d never tell,” said Charlotte putting her arm around her mother to comfort her.

    “I’m such a weak person when it comes to sex.  I could never say no to Margaret either.”

    “You and Aunt Margaret had oral sex?” asked a surprised Charlotte.  Charlotte had never suspected anything sexual between her mother and aunt.  Aunt Margaret was a year younger than Lisa but clearly the dominant personality of the two when the families got together which wasn’t often.  Charlotte was aware her father didn’t approve of something about her aunt and uncle but she didn’t know the reason.

    “Oh yes, we did things.  We made love from the time we were in junior high.  I couldn’t find the will to say no to her even when it came to sex with our Daddy and Uncle Ethan.  I shouldn’t be telling you these things,” said Lisa sobbing on her daughter’s shoulder.

    “You had sex with Grandfather Randall and your Uncle?” asked an incredulous Charlotte.  Charlotte had only the slightest memory of her mother’s parents.  They had both been killed in a car accident when she was five.  Uncle Ethan was currently living with his third wife in San Mateo, California.  Charlotte had not seen him in three years but she remembered a tall good-looking man with a deep tan who wore lots of gold jewelry.

    “It was a long time ago.  You’ll think I’m a terrible person.  But that’s why I decided to make sure that you were not like me.  I was terribly curious and I didn’t know anything about sex so I let Margaret talk me into things that I shouldn’t have.  I was under her spell.”

    “Did Grandmother Randall know?”

    “Yes, she caught the four of us,” said Lisa recalling that terrible day when her mother burst into the room and found the four of them naked.

    “That must have been awful.  What happened?”

    “She was going to call the police and have Daddy and Uncle Ethan thrown in jail.  But Uncle Ethan stopped her.”

    “How,” asked Charlotte?

    “He had some pictures of her with him and some African-American friends of his.  They were taken at a local motel.  He threatened to send them to all her family and friends and to her office.  He was going to get her fired.  She loved her job.”

    “What was she doing in the motel?”

    “Having sex with a half a dozen black men at the same time, there was another woman present.  They were taking her in all three orifices.”

    “So nobody went to jail,” said Charlotte.

    “Mother couldn’t bring herself to call the police after Uncle Ethan showed her the pictures.  She didn’t know he knew the man who owned the motel.  He’s concealed a camera behind a two-way mirror.  He called it an insurance policy in case Mother ever discovered what was going on with Margaret and me.”

    “Did you and Aunt Margaret keeping on having sex with Grandfather and your Uncle?”

    “Yes, Uncle Ethan even forced our Mother to join us.  We became an incestuous family,” said Lisa.

    “So you went down on your mother just like I went down on you,” said Charlotte feeling better about what she had just done?

     “Yes, while my father and uncle watched,” said Lisa.

     “Did they fuck you while you ate her out,” asked Charlotte?

     “Yes, they fucked me and made me a whore,” said Lisa.

     “That sounds so hot,” said Charlotte starting to masturbate.

***

   

    I’ll drive these over to Margaret’s tomorrow decided Lisa placing the DVDs in a cloth bag then hiding it under lingerie in her chest-of-drawers.  I was a fool to give them to Charlotte.  Now I’ve opened Pandora’s Box.  I should never have told Charlotte those things.  I don’t know what got into me.  I’m a weak person who can’t resist people like Margaret or even my own daughter Charlotte.

   Still, by having sex with Charlotte on Saturday’s when Ben is gone, I can keep her sexually satisfied to the point that some boy doesn’t get in her pants.  She seems to like girls for now.  Maybe she’ll stay that way for a while.

    I’ll drive into Salisbury and buy some more accessories. A strap on cock would be fun and so would one of those double ended dildos.

Chapter 16 Locker Room Warfare 1

 

    Charlotte was surprised to find a boy sitting on the long narrow wooden bench directly facing her gym locker.  She’d just come out of the shower wearing one of the school’s excuses for a towel that due to her height left her with the choice of exposing her breasts or her vagina.  Before leaving the shower room, she’d wrapped the inadequate material around her waist.  Given the casual nudity found in the girl’s locker room, she hadn’t considered it as a problem up to that point.

    I just hope for his sake he doesn’t make some crack about the size of my boobs Charlotte told herself.  Before school started, Celeste had mentioned that boys occasionally visited the Girl’s Locker Room after classes were over; but Charlotte hadn’t believed her.  Charlotte recalled the brief conversation as she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath and walked toward her locker.

    “The cool thing is to act like its no big deal if you find some guy watching you shower,” said Celeste sounding excited by the prospect.

    “Can’t they get suspended or expelled?” asked Charlotte doubting the truth of Celeste’s story.

    “Not as long as they don’t rape you; but that doesn’t mean you can’t rape them,” said Celeste laughing.

    “And if a girl visits the Boy’s Locker Room?” asked Charlotte.

    “That’s totally different.  Just by walking in there you’re announcing you plan to take on anybody who wants your pussy.  I’m going to go in before the semester is over,” said Celeste laughing.  “One of my freshman goals is to pull a train.”

    “They gang rape you?” said an unbelieving Charlotte.

    “It’s not rape if it’s consensual,” said Celeste.

    Charlotte recognized Mitchell (Mitch) Conway, quarterback of Maplewood’s football team, track star, an A student with near perfect SAT scores and considered a likely prospect to capture a full scholarship to an Ivy League school.  There were rumors that the Dartmouth Coach had already visited the Conway home.  Mitch, a senior, was arguably the most popular boy at Maplewood.   His good looks made him a person of keen interest especially to freshman girls.

   Celeste had breathlessly pointed Mitch out the first week of school while she whispered an abbreviated biography in Charlotte’s ear.

     “He is so hot.  I lay down for him in a second,” said Celeste.  “He started hanging out with Lorraine Allen the first of the summer.  I bet they fuck like rabbits.”

    “Oh, I know Lorraine.  She’s very sweet and drop dead gorgeous,” said Charlotte.

    By happenstance, Charlotte’s gym locker was next to Lorraine’s.   Lorraine was a member of the school’s gymnastic team.  She was a junior and in Charlotte’s opinion, easily the most beautiful girl at Maplewood.  

    Because both the gymnastic and basketball teams had lengthy after school practices, the two frequently chatted as they showered and dressed.

    “Pardon me,” said Charlotte interrupting what appeared to be a very intense conversation between Mitch and Lorraine.

    “We’re busy here.  Can’t you see we’re talking?” said Mitch glancing up at Charlotte.

    “That’s my locker,” said Charlotte pointing directly in front of Mitch.

    “Oh, sorry,” said Mitch scooting slightly to the side.

    “Thanks,” said Charlotte stepping over the bench and opening the locker.  Charlotte removed her towel, placed it on the bench and sat down.  Just act cool like Celeste said Charlotte told herself.  She was acutely aware her bare hip was resting against Mitch who was now sandwiched between the two girls.

    When Charlotte looked toward Lorraine she saw Lorraine had been crying. Her head was down and she was obviously upset.   But what really caught her attention was that Lorraine’s towel had fallen open and Mitch’s hand had a firm hold on her left breast.  His fingers were working her nipple as they whispered.  It was apparent the two were arguing.

    Everyone said that Maplewood had a relaxed attitude about sex on campus but Charlotte had not realized it would be this relaxed.  When Charlotte glanced in the other direction she saw Celeste and the other members of the basketball team whose lockers were at the other end of the aisle intently watching the three of them.  Celeste, smiled, dropped her own towel and gave Charlotte a small wave.  Michelle, another member of the team followed then the rest of the team got naked.  If Mitch bothered to look, he’d see half a dozen nude girls barely ten feet away.  None of them were in a hurry to get dressed.

    “You’re Charlotte, the freshman that’s going to take Maplewood to the state finals,” said Mitch turning toward a totally nude Charlotte busily combing out the tangles in her blonde hair.  He flashed his thousand-watt smile that had a verifiable history of causing girls to open their thighs.

    “I don’t know about that,” said Charlotte doing her best to return the smile.  “But I do love the game.”

    “I was watching you practice.  You’re good, no better than good.  Basketball’s a real sport. Women’s gymnastics on the other hand is just an opportunity for a girl to show your ass to the judges, Right Lorraine?”

    “Whatever you say, Mitch,” said a tearful Lorraine keeping her eyes focused on the tile floor.

     “Thank you, I’ll do my best to make the team successful,” said Charlotte then thinking what a lame thing to say.  There was something erotic about being naked sitting next to a fully dressed boy carrying on a casual conversation while he played with his girlfriend’s boob.

    “Tell me Charlotte what do you think of a girl who has the opportunity to hang out with a guy but won’t satisfy him physically,” said Mitch turning his body toward Charlotte and placing his hand on her bare thigh.

    “I’m not sure I know what you are talking about, satisfy in what way?’ said Charlotte feeling the warmth of Mitch’s strong hand located six inches from her sex.  Charlotte recalled the pictures in the school’s trophy case of that hand wrapped around a football poised to throw a winning touchdown.  Her heart started beating faster.

    “We’re in high school here.  May I speak and act candidly?” said Mitch moving his hand higher.

     “Go ahead,” said Charlotte not sure she’d agreed to listen or be felt up or both.

     “Lorraine and I have been seeing each other since June.  And during this time, our physical relationship has progressed from hand holding to making out to letting me feel her breasts as I’m doing now.  As you can see, she’ll let me play with her knockers all I want, even with everyone watching.  But that’s as far as she’ll go.  Lorraine has got a terrific set of boobs.  Do you agree, Charlotte?”

     “Lorraine is one of the prettiest girls in Maplewood and she has a beautiful figure.  Her breasts are quite exquisite,” said Charlotte acutely conscious that Mitch’s hand was now resting against her sex. The side of his palm was moving slightly pressing against her labia.  His other arm was draped across the back of Lorraine’s slender graceful neck reaching down to her boob, gently holding her nipple between his thumb and forefinger lifting her large well-formed breast.

    “Exactly, here feel this,” said Mitch shifting his position to take Charlotte’s hand and placing it on Lorraine’s breast eliciting a whimper from the distraught girl. “Soft, warm, her nipples get hard as sapphires when you suck them.  But she still won’t spread her legs for me or suck my cock.”

    “Lorraine’s upset.  Maybe we should leave her alone,” said Charlotte taking her hand away.  Mitch’s hand had returned to Charlotte’s crotch to explore it cracks and crevices.  Charlotte couldn’t think of a reason to tell Mitch to remove his hand from her sex.  His hands were large and the fingers long and tapered.

    “Damn right she’s upset.  I just told her I was breaking up with her.  And the reason is that she’s frigid,” said Lorraine.

    “I’m not frigid.  It’s just that I’m not ready for sex.  I promised my parents I would wait for a few more years,” said Lorraine.

    “Not ready to suck, not read to fuck, my God, Lorraine, you’ll be seventeen in a few months,” said Mitch sounding disgusted.

    “Not being willing to have sex doesn’t mean Lorraine doesn’t care about you,” said Charlotte finding it difficult to keep her voice steady while Mitch’s hand and fingers were stroking her clitoris and vaginal opening.  The heel of his hand was rocking against her clit as his fingers probed her opening.  The nerve endings surrounding her vaginal opening were firing a steady stream of urgent messages to her cerebral cortex.

    He’s getting me so wet I’d slip off this bench if I weren’t sitting on a towel realized Charlotte.

    “I agree that Lorraine cares but not enough to overcome her self-imposed sexual limitations.  She’s made herself a prisoner of middle class morality.  While she has feelings for me, they’re not strong enough for her to give my needs priority over her promises to her parents,” said Mitch.  “Learning to make your own decisions about what is important is all part of growing up.”

    “But doesn’t the same argument apply equally?  Your admittedly strong feelings for Lorraine should lead you to act in her best interest.  Making her perform sexual acts she feels unready to consummate could damage her emotional health,” said Charlotte rubbing a towel over her wet breasts as she spoke.  Charlotte was experiencing control problems.  She was fighting the urge to scream, “I need you to fuck me now.”

    “Touché, I’d heard you were physically talented but no one mentioned your mental gifts.  Let’s examine the issue from a more personal and immediate perspective.  Lorraine do you know where my other hand is?” asked Mitch.

    Lorraine looked up for the first time and saw that Mitch’s hand was between Charlotte’s legs.  Lorraine responded with a despondent sigh then returned to looking down.

    “Lorraine, here open you’re senses to a new experience,” said Mitch transferring his hand from Charlotte’s crotch to Lorraine’s nose and then to her mouth.  “Smell, taste, Charlotte is wet and ready to fuck.  I met her moments ago and already my fingers have been inside her very wet, warm and tight vagina.  Compare that to your own performance.  Have my fingers ever been inside your pussy during the four months we’ve been in a serious relationship?”

    “No, but Charlotte’s acting like a total slut,” said Lorraine.

    “You’re right, Lorraine.  I’m terribly sorry.  Lately, I’m having difficulty controlling my sexual desires,” said Charlotte.  “I’m probably suffering from a hormonal imbalance that causes me to think with my vagina instead of my brain.”

    “Regardless of your physiological concerns, Charlotte, the bottom line is that Lorraine and I are sexually on different pages.  Therefore, the right decision is for me move on and establish a relationship with someone like you,” said Mitch.

    “No, Mitch, I love you,” sobbed Lorraine.

    “Sorry, but this is ground we’ve covered many time before.  Want a ride home, Charlotte?” asked Mitch.

     “No, Mitch, please,” said Lorraine.

     “It’s over, Lorraine.  Charlotte, I know a friend’s apartment we can use,” said Mitch returning his hand to Charlotte’s sex and in a display of digital dexterity inserting his index finger into her vagina pushing it well past the opening until it touched her G-spot.  Charlotte’s vagina involuntarily contracted squeezing Mitch’s finger.

     “I see basketball isn’t your only talent,” said a smiling Mitch in response to the muscular attention his forefinger was receiving.

     “That’s an involuntary muscular reaction,” said Charlotte exhaling then contracting her core muscles to squeeze down on Mitch’s finger.

     “Hurry and get dressed, Charlotte.   I can’t wait to replace my finger with my cock,” said Mitch jiggling his finger back and forth setting Charlotte’s sex on fire.

    A loud groan escaped Charlotte as she climaxed.  She could feel her vagina spasmodically contracting.

     “We may spend the night together,” said Mitch in appreciation of Charlotte’s performance.  His finger stayed in place triggering Charlotte to start building toward a second orgasm.

      If he keeps doing that with his finger, I going to fuck him right here thought Charlotte wondering why she had not stopped Mitch from finger fucking her in front of her teammates.  I feel sorry for Lorraine but lately, I have zero self-control.

Chapter 17 Locker Room Warfare 2

     “You’re right, Mitch.  I’ve made a decision.  I was wrong to deny myself to the man I love.  I’ll do anything you want, anything,” said Lorraine in a determined voice.

     “Sorry, too late and frankly, I don’t believe you mean it,” said Mitch continuing the presence of his long tapered fingers inside Charlotte’s vagina.  Charlotte was unable to control the contractions of the muscles lining her vagina.  Sweat had broken out on her forehead.

     “I do mean it, anything just name it,” said Lorraine sounding beyond desperate.

     “Mitch, you should give Lorraine another chance,” said Charlotte trying to make amends to Lorraine for allowing her boy friend to finger fuck her.  “She cares about you.”

     Mitch thought a while before responding.  “All right, we’ll give her a second chance right now.  But if Lorraine decides at any point, her morals are more important than me, we’re history,” said Mitch standing up and turning to face the two girls.  “Scoot together.”

    “Why,” asked Lorraine?

    “Jesus, you are hopeless.  You’ve failed already,” said Mitch starting to step away.

    “No, please, it’s done,” said a desperate Lorraine sliding to where she and Charlotte were touching bare hips.

    “Now, Charlotte, take my cock out for Lorraine to suck,” said Mitch.

    “Shouldn’t Lorraine do that?” asked Charlotte attempting to regain a measure of self control in spite of the fact she would love to handle Mitch’s penis.

    “If you don’t help, Lorraine fails the test.  It’s as simple as that,” said Mitch.  “I need to be convinced once and for all. Any more hesitation on your part Lorraine, and Charlotte and I are going to my friend’s place and fuck for hours.”

    “Go ahead, Charlotte, please,” said Lorraine her voice filled with yearning

    Charlotte unzipped Mitch’s jeans and pulled them down to his knees.  When she lowered his briefs, his hard cock swung free and bounced up and down several times.  Charlotte had an overwhelming desire to lean forward and take it in her mouth.

    “Charlotte, hold it for Lorraine to suck,” said Mitch.

    A pleading look from Lorraine convinced Charlotte to wrap her hand around the base of Mitch’s cock giving it a couple of strokes.  Her long fingers grasped his balls as her thumb and forefinger circled his penis.  Recalling something she had learned in one of the videos she’d watched, she pressed her knuckles hard against the area between Mitch’s scrotum and anus.

    “Oh yeah, that’s good.  Some girls just naturally know how to please a man,” said Mitch leaning down to kiss Charlotte on the lips. “Lorraine, you’re up.  Prove I’m your first priority.”

    “I’ve never done this before,” said Lorraine as she leaned forward to put her mouth over the head of Mitch’s cock.

    Charlotte gently fondled Mitch’s testicles as Lorraine inexpertly set about sucking his cock.  When she looked back over her shoulder, she could see that Celeste and the others were not only watching intently but also masturbating at the same time. Michelle who was rumored to be lesbian was kissing Celeste’s breasts as she stroked her own clit.

    “What a God awful blowjob,” declared Mitch after a few moments. “Charlotte, show her what to do.”

     Once again a look of desperation from Lorraine propelled Charlotte to act.  Recalling the lessons, she learned from Celeste’s father, Charlotte set to work with a will.  I owe it to Lorraine to help her thought Charlotte.  I let her boyfriend play with my pussy.  That was wrong of me.

    “See, Lorraine, how Charlotte uses her hands, mouth, lips and tongue.  That is how to suck a man’s cock.  Charlotte, let Lorraine try again. Let’s see if she’s capable of learning,” said Mitch.

    “Take it slow.  Get your head into it.  You’re in love with having Mitch’s cock in your mouth,” said Charlotte encouraging Lorraine.

    Lorraine smiled weakly at Charlotte, took a deep breath and reapplied herself to sucking Mitch’s cock.  This time she did seem to be getting into it based on the cooing sounds she made as she licked and sucked.  Charlotte continued to fondle Mitch’s balls while occasionally whispering suggestions to Lorraine.

    “Better but not great, guess it will have to do until you have more experience like Charlotte.  Cherry picking time, lie down on the bench, Lorraine.  Put your head in Charlotte’s lap.  She can comfort you while I make you a woman,” said Mitch.

    Charlotte half expected Lorraine to object to loosing her virginity before an audience but Lorraine had made her decision and intended to stick with it.  Charlotte cradled Lorraine’s head as the girl positioned herself on the narrow bench.

     “You girls step closer.  Lorraine wants you to watch her being deflowered.  If any of you are still virgins and we all know Michelle’s isn’t one, you might learn something new,” said Mitch speaking to the group of girls standing nearby.  That occasioned nervous giggling from Celeste and a retort from Michelle.

    “Fuck you. Mitch,” said Michelle, Maplewood’s oldest freshman, who quickly stepped forward placing her hand on Charlotte’s shoulder.  Celeste and the others crowded close around the trio.  Everyone was so close they were touching.

    Mitch ignored Michelle’s remark as he fisted his cock preparing to mount Lorraine.

    This can’t be happening thought Charlotte as Lorraine spread herself on the narrow wooden bench.  Mitch stepped out of his jeans and removed his tee shirt.  Charlotte found herself almost mesmerized by the sight of Mitch’s tight muscular body.  Celeste, Michelle, and the others were all within an arms length.  Later, Celeste told Charlotte the sexual tension was so great she could hardly breathe.

    “You girl’s get to see Ms. Lorraine Allen lose her cherry to Mitchell Robinson Conway.  Tomorrow you can tell the whole school what you saw,” said Mitch as he took up a position between Lorraine’s legs that were hanging off the sides of the bench.

    “Cool, this is just so fucking cool,” replied Celeste.  The other girls nodded in agreement.

    “Will it hurt, Charlotte?  Did it hurt your first time?” asked Lorraine her head in Charlotte’s lap.

     “Only at the beginning, then it will feel good.  Relax, take long deep breathes,” said Charlotte recalling her own first experience with the oversized dildo.  For Charlotte there was not yet a first time with a real cock.

    The fact that Mitch was not wearing a condom concerned Charlotte as she watched Mitch placed the head of his cock at Lorraine’s entrance.  He pushed slightly causing Lorraine to whimper in pain.

    “Dry, you’re dry, that figures, Charlotte could teach you a few things about self-lubrication,” said Mitch sitting up.  Lorraine grasped Charlotte’s hand for moral support as Mitch first spit on Lorraine’s vagina then into his hand.  “Help her out, Charlotte.”

    Charlotte spit in her other hand then reached down to Lorraine’s vagina and smeared her saliva around Lorraine’s opening working her clit all the while.

     “Yeah, finger her clit while I do the honors. Wish there was a drum roll,” said Mitch as he once again positioned his cock head at Lorraine’s opening then began to push downward.  Charlotte’s saliva coated fingers were a blur flicking Lorraine’s clit as her vagina experienced its first act of penile penetration.

     Lorraine squeezed hard on Charlotte’s hand in reaction to Mitch’s onslaught. A cry of pain escaped her lips as Mitch’s cock slowly sunk into her sex.

     “Oh, that wasn’t so bad.  I’d already lost my hymen on the balance beam,” said Lorraine smiling through her tears.

    “Good job, Lorraine,” said Celeste.

    “You go, girl, fuck that cock,” said Michelle encouraging Lorraine.

   Charlotte and the others watched as Mitch began to pump her pussy.

    “Wrap your arms and legs around him and pull him into you,” whispered Charlotte to Lorraine also encouraging her.  Lorraine complied and the two rocked back and forth for a while.

    “Play with my titties, Charlotte, while Mitch fucks me,” said Lorraine further indicating that she had left certain beliefs and morals behind.

    Charlotte placed her hands on Lorraine’s gorgeous breasts and played with her nipples while Mitch pumped away.  Just when Charlotte was pleased with the way things had turned out, matters took a turn in the wrong direction.

    “Look everybody, Lorraine was a virgin,” said Mitch pulling his blood streaked cock out of Lorraine.  After a moment of viewing, he wiped his penis on Lorraine’s discarded towel.

    “Now it’s your turn, Charlotte.  This is a three way,” said Mitch stroking his cock and pointing it toward Charlotte.

    “Not without a condom,” said Charlotte realizing that while she was on the verge of violating her commitment not to have sexual intercourse until she reached college she would not risk getting pregnant.  If Mitch wears a condom, I’ll do it; but I’m not fucking him without one.

     “I never use them.  They’re for butt fucking queers.  I haven’t got an STD. Lie down, Charlotte.  I want to finish in you.  Lorraine can lick it out,” said Mitch fisting his cock.

     “I don’t want to get pregnant, no condom, no sex,” said Charlotte standing up and reaching in her locker for her blouse.

     “Not your decision anymore, I want everyone in Maplewood to know I nailed both of you in a single afternoon while these cunts watched.  You’re going to be part of the Mitch Conway legend,” said Mitch grabbing Charlotte’s arm and turning her toward him.  He threw himself against her pinning her to the locker.  His strong arms were around her.  His lips were smashed against hers.  One hand was cradling her knee, lifting her leg as his cock searched for her very self-lubricated vagina.  After a few seconds of struggle, Charlotte could feel the head of his cock at the entrance to her vagina.  It was almost inside her when she acted.

    Charlotte’s open palms landed on Mitch’s ears with a loud slapping sound.  The blows instantly caused him acute enough pain for Charlotte to free herself from Mitch’s embrace.

     “Bitch, you fucking bitch,” screamed Mitch who lunged forward swinging his fist at Charlotte’s head.    

     Charlotte ducked just in time.  There was a loud bang as Mitch’s knuckles landed on the locker’s metal door.  Mitch bellowed in pain as he shook his injured hand.  Blood seeped from the split skin covering his knuckles.  Enraged he hurled himself forward seeking to trap Charlotte once more against the lockers.  Charlotte stepped aside at the last moment causing Mitch to slam his whole body into the lockers.  The collision was so violent the entire row of lockers moved slightly.

    “Mitch, stop it.  You can come in me without a condom,” yelled Lorraine.  “I don’t care if I get pregnant.  I want to have your baby.”

    “Shut the fuck up, Lorraine,” said Mitch wiping blood off the corner of his mouth.

    “Stop now, Mitch, before somebody gets hurt,” said Charlotte circling warily in the middle of the aisle.

    “Nobody refuses Mitch Conway, especially some freshman cunt.  First, I’m going to slap you silly then I’m going to fuck you long and hard while your friends watch.  I’m going to fill your cunt with jism so nine months from now; you got a little Mitch sliding out your twat.”

    Mitch yelled as he jumped over the bench toward Charlotte.  His wild swing passed over Charlotte as she stepped to one side.  As Mitch’s momentum carried him past, her fist landed with a resounding crack on Mitch’s rib cage.  A look of intense pain showed on Mitch’s face.

    Ignoring the pain, Mitch turned and swung again only to graze Charlotte’s shoulder.  He was rewarded for his efforts with another staggering blow to the opposite rib cage.  This blow was accompanied by the cracking sound of bones breaking.

    “You hear that?  She broke his ribs,” said Celeste excitedly.  “She broke his fucking ribs.”

   This time the pain was too serious to be ignored.  Mitch’s arms clutched his body seeking to alleviate the pain in his trunk.

    “Let’s stop now, Mitch.  I don’t want to hurt you more,” said Charlotte.

   “I’m going to kill you,” screamed Mitch leaping at Charlotte.  This time his fist did connect with Charlotte’s abdomen as the heel of Charlotte’s hand snapped against the underside of Mitch’s chin snapping his head upward.  Charlotte grunted in pain.

    You got to be able to take as well as give thought Charlotte recalling one of her father’s training maxims.  Charlotte shrugged off the pain in her abdomen and struck Mitch hard in the jaw staggering him.  Mitch’s rage overcame his dizziness as he planted himself in front of Charlotte thinking his size and strength would lead to victory.

    The two traded blows.  Charlotte’s lip was bleeding.  Charlotte easily avoided a roundhouse swing then fired her elbow into Mitch’s eye knocking him back off balance. Two hammer blows to Mitch’s midsection left him bent him over gasping for air.  

    But a now furious Charlotte was not finished.

    Spinning so rapidly she was a blur, her bare foot contacted the side of Mitch’s jaw causing his head to snap to one side.  The force of the blow slammed him into the lockers. Blood sprayed out of his mouth splattering drops on the wall behind him.  Over the next few days, more than half of Maplewood’s student body would visit the site to admire the blood splatter.

    As his head snapped back, Charlotte’s other foot smashed his testicles.  Mitch felt his gonads flatten against his thighs then expand rapidly.  The pain was too much to bear.  Mitch collapsed to the tile floor clutching his crotch writhing in pain.

    “I’m out of here,” yelled Charlotte grabbing her clothes out of her locker.

    Lorraine was kneeling at Mitch’s side comforting him as Charlotte threw his clothes on.

    “Is he all right, Lorraine?” asked Charlotte quickly tying her cross trainers.

    “You bitch, you could have killed him,” said Lorraine.

    “I’m not letting anyone get me pregnant,” said Charlotte.  “Are you on the pill?”

    “No,” said Loraine.

    “You better get a prescription for Plan B,” said Charlotte.

    “What’s Plan B?” asked Lorraine.

     “The morning after pill,” said Charlotte as she walked toward the exit.

     “I’ve got a box of these in my locker if anyone had bothered to ask,” said Celeste throwing a condom down on the floor beside Mitch and Lorraine.      

Chapter 18 The Randall Sisters

    “Things got out of control with Charlotte.  You’d think I know my own daughter,” said an emotionally overwrought Lisa once Oscar had left the two sisters alone.  They were in the family room of Margaret and Oscar’s comfortable home located in a Salisbury suburb.  Lisa had driven to her sisters ostensibly to return the DVDs but as soon as she arrived, she told Margaret that she had to talk to her about what was happening with Charlotte.

    “Shoo, Oscar, we girls need to talk,” said Margaret dismissing her husband.

    “The garage needs sweeping out,” said Oscar leaving.  Oscar made a quick stop in his home office to pick up the Receiver for the hidden microphone he’d installed in the family room.  He fitted the tiny hunk of beige plastic in his ear, pressed the button to activate the microphone then headed to the garage.  His hand caressed his trouser covered cock in anticipation of what he expected to hear.

    “What happened?” asked Margaret.  “Don’t tell me.  You and Charlotte did it.  I knew it.  I just knew there was no way a Randall mother could teach her daughter to jerk off with out giving her a literal hand.”

   “We did but it’s not like you think.  She practically raped me.”

   “Oh Lordy, Lordy, sister-of-mine, you’ve been raped more than any woman I know.  So what happened?  And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

   “I gave her the toys and the DVDs.  This is partially your fault by the way.  Those DVDs were hardcore porn.  You told me that they were educational.”

   “They are educational about the nature and content of hardcore porn.  And I’m going to bet being half a Randall she loved them.”

   “I was hoping she would be different from us,” said Lisa her eyes filling with tears.

   “Didn’t I tell you before you married that Puritan not to have children?  The only way to save the next generation of Randalls from being fucked by this generation is not to have the next generation.”

    “I didn’t fuck Charlotte.  She fucked me.  And Ben wanted a child so badly.  I couldn’t refuse him,” said Lisa.

    “Water under the damn anyway, how many times did you do it with her?”

    “Twice, I suppose.  A month ago, when I first gave her the toys I made the mistake of asking her to insert a large dildo in her vagina.  I was only trying to make sure she knew how to use it.  She got carried away and made me dildo fuck her.  She grabbed my wrist and forced me to plunge it inside her.  She’s strong like a man.  It was pure animal lust.  She had that same look in her eye you get when you need your hole filled.”

   “As I recall, the first time I ever saw that look was when we borrowed a dildo from Mother’s nightstand and I used it on you,” said Margaret.

   “You could see the desire in her eyes.  I still have a bruise,” said Lisa showing her wrist to her sister.

   “What I wouldn’t have given to be a fly on the wall! So did you do anything beside dildo fuck your child?”

    “We kissed and cuddled.”

    “Is she still a virgin?”

    “Yes, she plans to remain one until college.”

    “Hah, that’s a laugh.  Maybe you should look on the positive side.  Charlotte at fourteen is still a virgin and has just had her first dildo fuck.  You were twelve and I was eleven when we took Momma’s latex lover for a trial run.  You said there were two sessions.”

    “The other one was yesterday.”

    “And things had progressed.”

    “Yes, I intended not to have a follow up session but I’d told her we would if she had any questions.  She insisted we get naked and lay on her bed together.  We watch the DVD on fetishism.  It was very graphic, bizarre sex, water sports, bondage, and sado-masochism.  There were things I hadn’t done in years,”

    “Let me guess what turned her on the most, the S&M part.”

    “Yes,  she practically orgasmed just by watching. Charlotte is a very physical person.  I blame Ben for that.”

    “I knew it. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” said Margaret with an air of satisfaction.  “What else?”

    “She made me go down on her.  She straddled my face forcing me to eat her pussy.  She was incredibly wet like you used to get.”

    “I can still churn out the lube when my buttons are pushed and I bet you can too.  Did she make you lick her asshole?  That’s the real test of a Randall woman. Skip the preliminaries and proceed straight to the butthole,” asked Margaret standing up to take her sweater and slacks off.

    “Please, do you have to play with yourself while we talk?” asked Lisa.  Margaret had removed her panty then sat back down throwing her legs over the chair arms.  Margaret licked the tip of her fingers and began to masturbate.

    “Your tale of incest with your daughter is getting me hot.  It reminds me of all the times we went down on each other.  Come on, let’s play handball together.”

    “Handball is a gay term,” sniffed Lisa.

    “Sounds right, pants off, sis.  Get naked.”

    “Oh all right,” said Lisa standing up and unzipping her slacks.  “All this business with Charlotte has got me pretty worked up.”

    In a matter of minutes, the two sisters sat facing each other massaging their sex as they continued the conversation.

    “There’s the sister I know and love.  The word No is just not in your vocabulary.  Your tale brings back memories, you and I playing with our snatches while Daddy and Uncle Ethan watched.”

   Margaret was well aware how susceptible Lisa was to the power of suggestion.  Throughout the time that the girls were growing up together, Lisa had always been willing to go along with whatever Margaret wanted.

    “And you never failed to take advantage of that, did you?”

    “I was just one of hundreds, no thousands that did.  I once tried to make a list but I could remember the names.”  The sisters had long ago lost count of the number of their sexual partners.

    “We were promiscuous.  But you were the one that taught me.”

    “Let’s not argue about who did what to whom.  Finish your story.  Charlotte straddled your face, made you suck her clit, finger her pussy, and tongue fuck her asshole.  She dominated you.  You couldn’t resist your younger, stronger, charismatic daughter.  I wouldn’t have either neither would our Mother.  Pray continue with your sordid tale of incest.”

    “That’s exactly correct.  She used me to reach her climax exactly like you. She took her pleasure from me whether I wanted to or not.  After she climaxed, we did sixty-nine.  She’s so powerful I couldn’t resist.”

    “Want some lube?” asked Margaret reaching into an end table drawer for a small clear plastic bottle.  Margaret squirted a few drops on her fingers then applied it to her sex.  “It’s that new kind with warming properties.  It can really ring your bell.”

    “Yes, that would be nice,” said Lisa reaching for the bottle.

    “Give me a second to picture everything in my mind.   Your beautiful fourteen-year-old daughter with her long legs and gorgeously thin figure is on top of you.  Her head is between your legs and she is noisily licking and slurping your pussy.  Her strong fingers are in your vagina stimulating your G-spot churning up your juices while the digits of her other hand invade your hungry rectum.  You must have cum big time.”

    “I thought my heart would beat out of my chest,” said Lisa applying the lubricant to her sex.  “This does feel warm.”

    “And did Charlotte cum?”

    “Yes, big time, I’m afraid she’s just like you.  If she starts screwing around like we did, it will just kill Ben.   Even worse, she’ll let some boy get her pregnant and wind up a farmer’s wife like me,” said Lisa.

    “Fathers eventually have to accept the propensity of their daughters to whore.  Does Ben know about you and the Minister?”

    “No, I should never have allowed Morgan to screw me but he insisted.  Ben thinks the world of Reverend Thornton.   It would be devastating if he found out I was sleeping with our pastor.”

    “The Reverend is just tending to his flock.  He’s showing a certain horny ewe some extra attention.  Besides Ben forgave you when he caught you screwing that produce manager down at the market,” said Margaret.

    “That was different.  Ben didn’t know and trust him.”

    “Do you still see him, the produce guy?”

    “Not that often,” said Lisa.

    “When was the last time you let him take you out back on the loading dock among the rotten cabbages and drop his load in your receptacle?”

    “Last week,” said Lisa looking guilty.  “But that was the first time in a month.”

    “You are such a little whore.  Come over here and eat your little sister’s pussy.”

    “I came here to talk about a problem.  I was hoping you’d understand not use it as an excuse for oral service.”

    “I understand that you can’t take your eyes off my juicy twat, you slut.  Now get completely naked and crawl over here on your belly and eat me.  Now!”

    Lisa hesitated a moment like she was considering refusing.  But then she pulled her sweater over her head then unsnapped her bra.

    “Bring me those pretty tits, Sis.  I know you want me to hurt them,” said Margaret.

    Lisa slithered to the floor then crawled reptile like the few feet to her sister’s feet.  Lisa lovingly covered Margaret’s feet with kisses taking each individual toe in her mouth and sucking it.

    “Come up here.  I got something for those beautiful pink buds of yours.  Remember these,” said Margaret holding up a pair of alligator clamps each of which had a heavy fishing weight attached.

    “Oh yes, I remember,” breathed an enthralled Lisa cupping her breasts and lifting them up offering them to her younger dominant sister.

    “Pull your nipples out and twist them.  Offer them to me,” said Margaret.

    Lisa captured her already protruding bubs between her nails hissing slightly with pain as she dug her long lacquered nails into the tender flesh.  She captured just the tips stretched them outward then rotated her wrists twisting the flesh.

    “What does the depraved daughter fucking whore have to say for herself?” asked Margaret.

    “Hurt me.  I deserve to be hurt.  I’m a piece of shit for having sex with my daughter.  Hurt me.  Make me suffer.”

    Margaret positioned the open alligator clamp at the base of Lisa’s left breast.  She leaned forward to kiss her sister forcing her tongue past her sister’s lips.  As their tongues intertwined Margaret allowed the alligator clamp to snap shut on her sister’s tender flesh.  A stifled gasp of pain escaped Lisa’s lips and tears came to her eyes.

    “What now,” asked Margaret breaking the kiss?

    “Do the other one.”

    “Tell me that you deserve it.”

    “I am a slut who sleeps with any man that asks.  I betray a wonderful husband and violate his trust.  I’ve had sex with my father, mother, uncle, sister, and now my daughter.  I accept pain as my due.  Please punish me.”

    In the middle of another passionate kiss, Margaret allowed the other clamp to snap shut.

    The pain in Lisa’s nipples was excruciating.  Her breasts were on fire.

    “Eat my pussy, whore,” commanded Margaret reaching into a nearby drawer to remove a ridding crop.

    Lisa reveled in the act of providing oral sex to her younger sister.  Her mind went back decades to when the two girls first going down on each other.  Doris Finnegan an older girl in the neighborhood had been their baby sitter.  One night a bored and horny Doris had showed them how to perform orally on her.   The sisters had proved to be eager students.

    “You deserve a good whipping,” said Margaret.

    “Yes, I deserve to be whipped hard.  Show me no mercy.”

    Margaret immediately brought the crop down on Lisa’s lower back smacking hard into the top of her buttocks.

    “Oh yes, punish me fro what I did with Charlotte,” cried Lisa once she had recovered enough to speak.

    “Eat my cunt, you slut, while I whip the flesh off your ass,” yelled Margaret beginning a series of extremely painful blows to her sister’s rear.

    Lisa did her best to lick and suck her sister’s sex as each blow left her back a sea of fiery pain.

    Finally, the blows stopped.

    “There you are, Oscar.  This worthless slut wants to suck your cock,” said Margaret.    Oscar had silently returned from the garage.  He was standing naked in the doorway playing with his cock.  He walked to the sisters and stood beside Lisa with his erect cock point toward her face.

    “When was the last time you sucked my husband’s dick?” asked Margaret reaching down to increase the pressure of the alligator’s clamps.  Several small drops of blood appeared as the sharp teeth punctured her flesh.

    “It was three months ago in the back of his car.”

    “Good, you remembered.  Do you remember how I let Oscar and his brother Axle have you like you were a common street whore?  We drove out to Willow Creek Park and they screwed you.”

    “Yes, I remember.  They made me get down on the ground with my butt pointed toward the sky then they fucked me in my ass.  I had to suck their cocks too.  You stood there laughing while they abused me.”

    “Delicious,’ said Margaret dabbing her fingers in Lisa’s blood then bringing the crimson strained digits to her lips and tasting them.

    “Suck Oscar’s cock.  Pretend Charlotte is here watching her mother act like the filthy low down whore she really is,” said Margaret.

    Lisa attacked Oscar’s cock with a will.

    “Hold the sides of her head, Oscar.  Skull fuck her throat.  I want to hear her choke and gag,” said Margaret.

    Margaret closed her eyes, relaxing back in the chair as she listened to the tortured breathing and gasps for air as Oscar pushed his cock to the back of Lisa’s throat.  Once he felt the presence of the opening to her gullet, he pushed hard to fill her passage.  Lisa struggled to breathe through her nose.

    “What wonderful erotic sounds you make choking on my husband’s dick,” exclaimed Margaret.

    “Enough of that.  Fuck her pussy while she eats me,” said Margaret after Oscar had reduced Lisa to a slobbering gasping state.

    Lisa eagerly buried her face in her sister’s wet cunt.  She was on her knees leaning forward as Oscar fed his cock into her pussy.

    “Use this on her ass,” said Margaret handing Oscar a thick anal dildo after she covered it in lubricant.

    Lisa reveled in her situation.  The anal dildo penetrated her rectum a good eight inches.  Oscar’s cock was deep in her pussy.  Oscar’s hand was reaching down massaging her clit.  As Oscar’s cock released its load of warm semen in Lisa’s cunt, she also climaxed.  Margaret sensing the start of her sister’s orgasm reached down and roughly pulled the alligator clamps from Lisa’s nipples.  The agony in her breasts combined with the powerful contractions of her vaginal walls to heighten the sensation of her climax.  A full-throated scream of pleasure mixed with pain escaped from Lisa as she jerked and writhed in orgasmic contortions.

    As Lisa lay there twitching, Oscar’s mouth attacked the opening of her vagina.  His tongue gathered in his own semen and he swallowed it.

Chapter 19 Uncle Oscar

   “What was that all about?” asked Oscar between licks of his wife’s pussy.  An exhausted and satisfied Lisa had left a few moments before.  Margaret had decided she needed one more orgasm to make it a perfect afternoon.

    “Just my ditzy older sister playing her usual self-deluding mind games,” said Margaret relaxing back in the recliner and closing her eyes.

    “What’s she doing?  Is it hot?”  Oscar had listened to every word the women spoke as he swept the garage but he wanted to hear it once more while he ate Margaret’s pussy.

    “It involves Charlotte, our niece.  Did you enjoy eating your own cream pie?”

    “Don’t change the subject.  And you know I did.  There’s no better way to spend a Sunday afternoon than licking semen out of a drooling cunt, especially if it is my own spunk.”

    “Cunts don’t drool.  They release lubricating fluids when properly stimulated.”

    “Your sister’s drools.  She’s always a juice machine.  She must get dehydrated when she fucks a lot.  So tell me.”

    “Here is my sister’s version.  Lisa was concerned that Charlotte lacked even a rudimentary knowledge about sex.  The girl has always been so interested in her schoolwork and sports that she had never expressed any interest in boys.  However, Lisa noticed that Charlotte has been growing womanlier as of late.  There is a boy in their church that Charlotte has attracted her interest.  He’s the minister’s son.”

    “Nobody gets as much strange pussy as a preacher.  There was a Baptist minister in my church back home who could make the women in the congregation cum just listening to one of his hellfire and brimstone sermons.  And he didn’t care if they were eighteen or eighty.  He would take them behind the altar and ram the fear of God in them.  Is that the same minister that is boning your sister?”

    “Shit, I shouldn’t have told you that Lisa is sleeping with their pastor,” said Margaret spreading her labia with her fingers.  “Suck my clit and be quiet.”

    “Yes, dear.”

    “Anyway, Lisa decided that she would instruct Charlotte about sex in hope that knowledge would preclude curiosity, the curse of the Randall women.”

    “Curiosity, so that’s what made the Randall girls the easiest lays on the Delmarva. You and Lisa were just curious how each and every dick on the peninsula functioned.  And the only way to satisfy your curiosity was to try them out.”

    “If you don’t shut up, I won’t let you eat my pussy.”

    “I will be quiet.  Scoot down a bit.  I’m in the mood to suck butt.”

    “You are such a nasty man and I have a dirty brown eye you can use to prove it.  That’s why I love you,” said Lisa altering her position.

    “You keep talking and I will keep eating,” said Oscar.

    “Lisa decided to go to one of those adult stores and purchase dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, lubricant, and condoms to give to Charlotte.  She came to me to ask if I had some DVDs she could borrow that Charlotte could watch and learn.”

    “A picture is worth a thousand words.”

    “The cheapest instructional set that she could find on the Internet was $300 and she didn’t want to spend that much.”

    “Did she try eBay?”

    “Obviously not, at least I don’t think so.  Here, lube up your finger and do my ass,” said Margaret handing Oscar a plastic bottle of Probe.  “I selected several different genres from our library of pornography, couples sex, girl on girl, groups, double and triple penetration, all anal, gang bangs, and one from the World of Fetish collection.  I took them out of the original packages, put them in plain DVD boxes and gave them to Lisa.”

    “So what happened?  You still have a very tight ass.”

    “Thank you.  And as a reward you can use two fingers.”

    “Please continue.”

    “Lisa decided to begin Charlotte’s education by teaching her proper masturbatory techniques.”

    “She’s fourteen and she didn’t know how to get herself off.  What’s happening to our nation’s youth?  I blame the schools.”

    “From what I read about fifth graders having oral sex parties, I would have to say Charlotte is a very late bloomer.  Or she’s acting much more innocent than she really is.  Charlotte’s clever and she may be conning Mom and Dad.”

    “So how did your sister go about teaching Charlotte to excite the little man in the boat?” asked Oscar mindful that he had already heard much of the sister’s conversation while sweeping the garage.  However, he was finding the retelling as exciting as the first time.

    “The two of them got naked and Charlotte jerked off while her mother watched.”

    “That was what my Dad did for me.  The only difference was that he was drunk out of his mind and passed out on the kitchen floor before he blew his load,” said Oscar.

    “You never told me that.  Where was your Mom when this wonderful moment of filial bonding occurred?”

    “Also passed out drunk but in the foyer on the floor where Dad left her.  She didn’t make it as far as the kitchen.”

    “So you and Dad didn’t get to ejaculate together.  You must have been terribly disappointed.”

    “Yes, I was despondent until I found Mom laying there with her skirt up and missing her underwear.  It was quite a coming of age moment for a boy of thirteen finding his sainted Mother exposed and vulnerable her thighs glistening with the semen of the last several men who had enjoyed her favors.”

    “You didn’t fuck your own mother did you?” asked Margaret.

    “I regret to say that I did.”

    “How come you never told me this before?”

    “It just never came up.”

    “Did you and Dad ever finish your lesson?”

    “Yes, sometime later, we finished then moved on to oral sex and finally anal.  My first real butt fuck was my Dad.”

    “That’s funny, so was mine.  No, I’m wrong.  It was my Uncle Ethan.  Shit I actually don’t remember who first entered my backdoor.”

    “Finish the Charlotte story,” said Oscar before working his tongue up his wife’s ass.

    “Anyway during their first session, when Mother Lisa was instructing daughter Charlotte on the proper use of an eight inch dildo Charlotte according to Lisa grabbed her wrist and made Lisa dildo fuck her.  They also cuddled, kissed, and rubbed their tits together.”

    “Was it Lisa’s intention to deter Charlotte from fucking the minister’s son by making her a lesbian?” asked Oscar.

    “No, although it seems that way.  Lisa said Charlotte became very aroused and aggressive.  Keep in mind Charlotte is built like her Dad.  You haven’t seen her in a while but she is much larger and stronger than her Mother.”

    “How is Ben the giant these days?”

    “As dull and sexless as ever according to Lisa.  However, and this is a shocker, Lisa saw Ben kissing Charlotte the other day and it was not a fatherly kiss.  His cock was hard and resting against Charlotte’s virginal tummy.”

    “I thought he couldn’t get it up anymore,” said Oscar between licks.

    “Apparently, he can with Charlotte.  I bet she seduces him before long.  I kind of feel sorry for Lisa.  She’s done everything a woman can do to arouse him and nothing worked, one kiss from Charlotte and he’s standing tall reporting for duty.”

    “So what other salacious acts has Lisa performed with her daughter?” asked Oscar.

    “Yesterday, Charlotte asked her mother to watch the DVD on fetishism with her.  Lisa said she didn’t want to but she had made a promise to answer Charlotte’s questions.  Lisa is now convinced that Charlotte is like me, a dominant sexually aggressive female.”

    “That’s a heavy role to assign to a fourteen year old girl,” said Oscar.

    “Lisa said Charlotte was very turned watching a man being whipped or performing body worship on a dominant.  According to Lisa, an aroused Charlotte mounted her and forced her to eat her pussy.  Then they did sixty nine and for a finale Charlotte ate her mother to an outstanding climax.”

    “I don’t understand the woman’s problem.  If my Mother had a daughter, she would have loved for them to go down on each other.  What’s the big deal?   You told me that you and Lisa frequently engaged in oral sex with your Mom after she caught you fucking your Dad and Uncle.”

    “According to Lisa she wanted things to be different for Charlotte.  It’s only natural for a parent to desire a better life for their off spring”

    “Que sera, sera.”

    “So now my older sister is devastated that she and Charlotte are in an incestuous relationship something she had sworn would never happen.  However, on her way back to the farm, she intends to stop by an adult shop and purchase a double-ended dildo and a strapon they can use together.  Poor Lisa, she’s become hooked on sex with Charlotte.”

    “Unless I am mistaken, she ate your pussy this afternoon for what must have been the thousandth time.  That is certainly sisterly incest.”

    “But not mother and daughter incest,” said Margaret.

    “You implied at the beginning of this conversation that your sister was engaged in a mind game.  What did you mean by that?”

    “I think that somewhere in the back of her mind she intended to seduce Charlotte all along.  Lisa has almost an unlimited capacity for self-deception when it comes to sex.  Charlotte has really blossomed in the last year.  She’s becoming a beautiful sexy young lady.   Knowing my sister, she convinced herself that Charlotte needed to be educated about sex and it would require her first hand participation.  Who the hell ever heard of a normal mother getting naked and showing her daughter how to masturbate?”

    “So Lisa intended all along to have sex with her daughter?”

    “Precisely, Lisa Randall Simmons never admitted to fucking anybody in her life.  She was always the one that got fucked.  Others, especially me, were responsible for the fact that the Randall sisters had the worst reputation at our high school.  She just went along so I wouldn’t be all alone when it came time to go into the Boy’s Locker Room after the game and fuck the entire team.”

    “Including the coach?”

    “Of course, he was the best hung.”

    “Worst on the entire Delmarva Peninsula,” said Oscar.

    “What’s worst?”

    “The reputation of the Randall sisters although the Webber girls was equally bad,” said Oscar.

    “Kathy Webber liked to stick a coca cola bottle in her pussy and play with her clit while everyone watched,” said Margaret.  “After she got off, she would pee in the bottle and drink it.”

    “Who was everyone?”

    “She did it at parties and after school in the locker room.  She was so proud she could bury an entire king size coke in her snatch.  Just the bottom was visible.  That was back when Coke imprinted the city and state of manufacture of the bottler on the bottom of the bottle.”

    “I remember that, barely.  So your sister considers you the bad seed,” said Oscar returning to the matter at hand.

     “To this day, Lisa blames me for what happened with Daddy and Uncle Ethan.  But it was sweet little Lisa who first went downstairs that night and climbed up in Daddy’s lap and wiggled her naked butt on his cock until he was hard as a rock.  Poor Daddy had been drinking and she made him lose control.  Lisa grabbed his cock in her hand and guided it right into her hole.”

    “And where were you at this moment of fatherly seduction?”

    “I was in Uncle Ethan’s lap doing the same but it was Lisa’s idea,” said Margaret.

    “Well, I think we should invite Charlotte to spend a weekend with us.  I’m anxious to fuck the next generation of Randalls.  And who better to learn about BDSM than her Aunt Margaret, the Delmarva Dominatrix.”

    “So you want to screw your niece?” said Margaret.

    “No more than you do.  She needs her incest experience broadened to include her Aunt and Uncle by marriage.  These things are important to the education of a young girl.”

    “I’ll see what I can arrange.  We’ll have to come up with a reason that will pass muster with Ben.  He doesn’t approve of our lifestyle.”

    “I’ll leave that to you, my dear.”

    “All right, enough talk, pussy boy. I need to get off.”

Chapter 20 Principal’s Office

    “Mrs. Toliver wants to see you, Charlotte,” said Miss Kenner, Charlotte’s third period Algebra teacher as soon as she arrived.

     Charlotte took the hall pass proffered by her teacher and left the classroom.  She had been expecting a visit to the Principal’s Office all morning.

    You don’t beat the shit out of your school’s star quarterback without some kind of repercussion thought Charlotte as she walked down the long quiet hall.  According to the school’s zero tolerance for violence policy, I should be suspended or expelled

    From the moment Charlotte stepped off the school bus, she was the object of everyone’s attention.  Since it was only the third week of school and the freshman were not well known to the upper classmen, there was more than the usual amount of curiosity about Charlotte Simmons the very tall girl who had fought and defeated the most popular senior boy in school.

    The idea of a girl beating up a boy wasn’t unheard of at Maplewood.  But when two star jocks went at it and school’s most popular student athlete came up the loser, the students were intrigued.  The fact that the winner was the tall skinny b-ball wunderkind made it all the more interesting.

    “Is it true?” asked Rory rushing up to Charlotte as she climbed the school steps.  He had been standing with a group of group of students discussing the rumors when Charlotte arrived.  Moments earlier, he had breathlessly informed the group that he’d had sex with Charlotte at a party that summer and thanks to him she was no virgin when Mitch fucked her.  “She wanted my cock so bad she was begging for it.  Cunt was down on her knees whining for me to let her suck it,” was Rory’s breathless account.

    “Is what true, Rory?” asked Charlotte.

    “That you kicked Mitch Conway’s ass after you fucked him in the girl’s locker room?”

    “That was part of it,” said Charlotte brushing past Rory.  Unfortunately for Charlotte, the school entrance was closed for another five minutes and she was forced to stand and endure the stares of the other students as they waited.

    “Everybody saying Mitch screwed Lorraine Allen and you,” said Rory.

    “But you both sucked his cock first,” added Simon, a member of the group who had been talking with Rory when Charlotte arrived.

     “When do I get my turn, chica?” asked a short chubby boy named Ricardo that sat beside Charlotte in fifth period English.

     “Today, Ricardo, come to the Girl’s Locker Room after practice.  I’ll beat the living shit out of you and smash your nuts flat as a tortilla.  Te voy a hacer mi chucha.” said Charlotte occasioning the group to laugh nervously.

    “What did she say, Ricardo?” asked one of the girls standing beside Ricardo.

    “She said she’s going to make me her bitch,” said Ricardo looking scared.

    At that point, the bell rang and the assistant principal opened the door and everyone flooded inside.

***

   

    “Come in, Charlotte, have a seat,” said Mrs. Toliver the moment Charlotte appeared in her door.  Maplewood students for the most part were scared shitless of the diminutive gray haired Grace Toliver. Known for her sharp tongue, she projected an aura of authority causing even the most difficult students to quail in fear.

  An astute politician, she had unwavering support from the school board and carte blanche to run Maplewood as she saw fit.  Charlotte had never spoken directly to the principal although she did recognize her from school assembly.  She did not however recognize the attractive blonde woman now sitting beside her facing Mrs. Toliver across her desk.  Dressed in an expensive business suit, a mid thigh skirt displayed her long graceful legs.

    “Yes, ma’am,” said Charlotte taking a seat. In spite of her situation, Charlotte let her gaze linger for a few extra seconds on the woman.  She looks familiar but I’ve never seen her before thought Charlotte.

    “Ginger Conway, Mitch’s mother,” said the woman extending her hand.

    “Charlotte Simmons, is Mitch all right?” asked Charlotte noting that Mrs. Conway didn’t seem hostile and that was a surprise.

    “Sorry, I didn’t introduce you too,” said Mrs. Toliver.  ”Ginger was a student of mine at old Salisbury High.”

    “He’s fine.  The doctor says his ribs will heel in a couple of weeks and he’ll be good as new.

    “Charlotte, would you give us your version of what happened yesterday evening?” asked Mrs. Toliver.

    “We fought,” said Charlotte embarrassed at the prospect of reiterating the details of her sexual encounter in front of Mitch’s mother.

    “Why?”

    “It’s embarrassing.  I don’t want to get Mitch in trouble,” said Charlotte.

    “Just tell the truth, Charlotte. Its my job to decide who gets in trouble,” said Mrs. Toliver.

    “It was over a condom.  He didn’t want to use one,” said Charlotte.

    “Did he say why?” asked Mrs. Toliver.

    “He said that only homosexuals use condoms for anal intercourse.  He also said he didn’t care if I got pregnant.”

    “Damn it, Grace, that’s the kind of male chauvinist bullshit guidance he gets from Dan.  I can just hear Dan telling him that condoms are for queers,” said an animated Ginger.

    “I’ve very serious about my education and sports.  I promised my mother I’d not have vaginal sex unless the boy was using a condom.  I don’t want to get pregnant,” said Charlotte.

     “Charlotte, Dan is Mitch’s father.  He and I are separated.  Mitch lives with me but he goes to his dad’s place on weekends.  They spend their time together drinking beer and fucking Latina whores who work the farm for Dan.   Just to let you know what a bull shitter Dan is, he gave me gonorrhea twice before I quit fucking him without a condom.  You’re a smart girl to use safes.”

    “Thank you, Mrs. Conway,” said Charlotte somewhat surprised at the tenor of the conversation.

    “Where and when did this take place?” asked Mrs. Toliver starting to make notes on a legal pad.

    “Girl’s Locker Room, it must have been close to four.  Practice was over.”

    “Boys are not supposed to be there not that the girls complain,” said Mrs. Toliver.

    “I recall their visits gave me opportunity to show my bits,” said Ginger.

    “Girls are even worse these days, Ginger.  They can’t wait for the boys to get a look at their pussies.  Most start in middle school. Briefly describe what happened, Charlotte,” said Mrs. Toliver.

    “When I got back from the shower, Mitch and Lorraine Allen were sitting together arguing. Lorraine’s locker is right beside my locker.  I had to ask Mitch to scoot over to get to mine,” said Charlotte mindful of how it had excited her to show her bits to Mitch.

    “What were they arguing about?” asked Mrs. Toliver.

    “Mitch was dumping Lorraine,” said Charlotte.

    “Why,” asked Mrs. Toliver?

    “It was a disagreement over sexual practices,” said Charlotte.

    “You have such a nice way of putting things, Charlotte.  Mitch had been dating the ice queen since June and she hadn’t even given him a hand job.  It was put out or we’re history,” said Ginger.  “He told me yesterday he was going to give her an ultimatum.  I can’t believe he invested that much time in her and hadn’t got any nookie.”

    “What were you wearing?” asked Mrs. Toliver making more notes.

    “Nothing, I had just come from the shower so I had a towel on but I took it off to get dressed,” said Charlotte.

    “And Lorraine and Mitch,” asked Mrs. Toliver.

    “Lorraine had a towel but it had fallen open.  Mitch was dressed at that point,” said Charlotte.

    “But he undressed later,” asked Mrs. Toliver.

    “Yes, when he deflowered Lorraine, he took his clothes off,” said Charlotte.

    “Could you believe the little cunt claimed to be a virgin at seventeen?  I went to school with Lorraine’s mom, Margo.  Margo had a thing for the migrants who worked her daddy’s farm.  And I just don’t mean the boys either.  She loved to munch Latina rug.  There wasn’t a greaser bean picker on the Delmarva that hadn’t boned her,” said Ginger.  “Sorry to interrupt.  Go ahead, Charlotte.”

    “Was there any sexual activity before Mitch took Lorraine’s purported virginity?” asked Mrs. Toliver?

    “Some,” said Charlotte.

    “Tell me precisely what occurred.  Don’t leave anything out,” said Mrs. Toliver.

   “When I sat down Mitch started rubbing my sex,” said Charlotte.

   “And you let him?” asked Mrs. Toliver.

   “Yes, I know it was wrong but I did not stop him,” said Charlotte.

    “Nothing like a man’s hand stroking your snatch to start your motor running,  I’ve been there, Charlotte.  Once I let a guy play with my pussy, he was on the way to home plate if he knew how to run the bases,” said Ginger.  

    “Did he manually penetrate you,” asked Mrs. Toliver.

    “Yes, he put his fingers inside me,” said Charlotte.

    “Did you orgasm,” asked Mrs. Toliver?

    “Yes, I couldn’t help it.  He was thumbing my clit while he rubbed my G-spot,” said Charlotte.

     “What else,” asked Mrs. Toliver?

    “Mitch put my hand on Lorraine’s breasts,” said Charlotte.

    “That young lady has beautiful breasts.  I wouldn’t mind playing with those titties myself,” said Ginger.

     “Was there any oral sex?” asked Mrs. Toliver.

     “Yes, Lorraine and I both sucked Mitch’s cock.  I had to show Lorraine how.  She’d never done it before,” said Charlotte.

     “I blame Lorraine for this entire affair. If she had been a normal high school girl with the sexual experience and drive you would expect, none of this would have happened.  Poor Charlotte, a freshman, had to show Lorraine, a junior, how to suck dick.  What is this world coming to when a junior in high school doesn’t know how to give a proper blowjob?” said Ginger.

    “So the two of you gave him a blowjob, what next,” asked Mrs. Toliver?

    “He penetrated Lorraine.  I held her head in my lap,” said Charlotte.

    “Anyone else there,” asked Mrs. Toliver?

    “Yes, most of the girl’s basketball team, Mitch asked them to gather close and watch Lorraine lose her cherry,” said Charlotte.

    “Show off, just like his dad,” said Ginger.  “Dan took me to Hedonism II in Jamaica and screwed me on a lounger right beside the pool.  There must have been two hundred people watching.  Camera flashes were going off like crazy.”

   “So what happened after he penetrated Lorraine?  Did he use a condom with her?” asked Mrs. Toliver.

   “No, he didn’t,” said Charlotte.

    “Stupid little slut let him bareback her,” said Ginger.  “I hope she doesn’t’ expect the Conways to raise her bastard.”

    “What happened after he took Lorraine’s virginity,” asked Mrs. Toliver?

   “He announced I was next,” said Charlotte.

   “And what was your reaction,” asked Mrs. Toliver.

   “I was ready to do it with him but I said he needed to use a condom,” said Charlotte.

   “Were there condom’s available,” asked Mrs. Toliver?

   “Yes, Celeste Kenwood had some but she didn’t offer them,” said Charlotte.

   “So you were willing to have vaginal sex with Mitch if he wore a condom,” asked Mrs. Toliver.

    “Yes, the lack of a condom was the problem,” said Charlotte.

    “Christ, Mitch pulled his cock out of Lorraine and offered it to you but he wouldn’t wear a condom.  My son may have scored 1380 on his SAT but he can still act like a moron some times.  Can you imagine passing up an opportunity to fuck a beautiful girl like Charlotte because you won’t wear a safe.  He gets that from Dan.  So that’s how the fight started?” said Ginger.

    “Yes, he tried to force me.  He almost got inside me.  I wanted him to but I didn’t want to get pregnant,” said Charlotte.

    “You two fought and he lost,” said Mrs. Toliver.  “You ended the fight with a blow to his testicles.  Who taught you to fight?”

    “Yes, I kicked him in the groin.  My father taught me.  He was an instructor in the army,” said Charlotte.

    “She busted him right in the nuts but he’s okay.  When I left him this morning, he was in bed with Lorraine.  They were watching a video and Lorraine was attempting to improve her oral sex skills,” said Ginger.

    “I think we’re done here.  I’m going to suspend Lorraine Allen for three days for being a troublemaker.  You may return to class, Charlotte,” said Mrs. Toliver.

   “So I am not in any trouble,” asked Charlotte.

   “Of course not, Charlotte, a girl has every right to refuse unprotected sex.  Besides we’re counting on you to bring Maplewood its first state championship,” said Mrs. Toliver.

   “Nice meeting you, Charlotte.  Take my card.  Let’s do lunch soon,” said Ginger handing Charlotte her business card before giving her a hug.    

Chapter 21 Aftermath of Victory

   

    “The things kids get into these days,” said Mrs. Toliver after Charlotte had left.

    “Wouldn’t you have loved to be there?  My cunt’s dripping from listening,” said Ginger.  “Mitch said Charlotte sucks cock better than a Latina bean picker.”

    “We should arrange to reenact it.  I could be Lorraine and you Charlotte.  We could get somebody with a big cock to play Mitch,” said Mrs. Toliver.

    “That Charlotte’s quite something, beauty, brains, wrapped in hard muscle and fueled by raging hormones,” said Ginger.  “I can’t believe Mitch passed up a hot piece of tail for that simp, Lorraine.  He can be an idiot some times.”

    “The way Charlotte kept looking at your legs, I’d say you have a shot with her,” said Mrs. Toliver.

     “She swings both ways? What have you heard?” asked Ginger sounding very interested.

     “Nothing yet, school just started but most girls these days don’t think there’s anything wrong with eating pussy, especially the girl jocks.  Being bisexual is considered cool.  One of the seniors, Portia, is a diesel dyke and makes no bones about it,” said Mrs. Toliver.

   “I’ll invite Charlotte to lunch after things calm down,” said Ginger.  “I got a feeling about her.  Her mom was one of the Randall sisters so she’s got the right genetic material.”

   “I remember them, Lisa and Margaret, the rutting Randalls.  If you do get in her pants, be sure and email me all about it. And don’t leave out any details especially the wet ones,” said Mrs. Toliver.

***

     

    “That’s her,” said a deep male voice causing Charlotte to turn around and face four members of the Maplewood High football team.  Charlotte was showering.   It was late.  Basketball practice had lasted longer than usual.

    “She’s not bad at all, little skinny, but thin and tight both begin with a T,” said one of the four causing the others to laugh.

    “What do you want?” asked Charlotte conscious she was naked and the four were dressed.

    “You beat up our team captain and we don’t allow that kind of shit here at Maplewood.  We’re going to whip your ass then finish what Mitch started,” said the biggest of the four, Tom.  Tom was a lineman who made the All State Team the previous year.

    “That was his fault.  He wouldn’t use a condom.  I asked him to stop.  I didn’t want to hurt him,” said Charlotte turning her back on the four.  Charlotte took the bottle of liquid soap and squirted some in her hand.

    I can’t handle the four of them but maybe if I get soap in their eyes I can escape or at least make them pay thought Charlotte as she worked up lather.

    “We didn’t bring any condoms either.  Hope you’re not ovulating,” said Tom.

    “I can’t be pregnant and play basketball for Maplewood,” said Charlotte in a fruitless attempt to appeal to their school spirit.

    “Look bitch, we’re here to make a point about who’s in charge at Maplewood and it’s not some freshman girl basketball player,” said Tom.

    “What are your names?  I’m Charlotte Simmons,” said Charlotte wondering if she could talk her way out of the situation.  They were fellow athletes.  Maybe she could make them understand.

    “I’m Tom.  That’s Blake, Corey and Vic,’ said the leader.

    “Nice to meet you, I’m sorry about what happened to Mitch. As soon as I see him I’ll apologize in person.  If he’d been willing to use a condom, nothing would have happened other than some great sex.  If I get pregnant, there goes basketball,” said Charlotte.

    “We’re past the stage where an apology is good enough,” said Tom.

    “I’ll send flowers with a note saying how sorry I am,” said Charlotte her anger rising.

    “Still not good enough,” said Tom.

    “Well, what then,” asked Charlotte?

    “How about pulling a four car train,” asked Tom?  “That is after we slap you around a little just so everyone understands who runs Maplewood.”

    “I don’t think so.  We haven’t even been out on a date.  You could at least take me to a movie first,” said Charlotte.

    “You’re a regular comedienne.  We’ll see how funny you think it is when you got our cocks in you,” said Tom.

    “How about we make it a blowjob for each of you? I give good head and I swallow,” said Charlotte still trying to talk her way out of it.

    “Don’t worry, you’ll get to suck plenty of cock,” said Tom moving to within an arms reach of Charlotte.

    “If you give me some time, I can arrange for a little party with the other members of the basketball team.  You could get real down and dirty with all of us,” said Charlotte realizing the issue was not sex but control.

    “Enough bullshit, let’s do it,” said Blake stepping forward.  “I’m horny.  I won the toss and I’m going first.”

    “I won her asshole,” said Corey the smallest of the four.  “Charlotte, you’re going to squeal like a stuck pig when I pack your shit.”

    The four started to move toward Charlotte.  Corey and Blake had unzipped their jeans and pulled their cocks out.

    At that point, there were loud metallic thumps.  Corey and Vic fell to the shower floor writhing in pain. When Tom and Blake looked back, they saw several partially undressed members of the girl’s basketball team holding aluminum baseball bats.

    Michelle wearing only her panty stepped quickly forward and slammed the fat end of the bat in Blake’s mid section.  He fell to his knees holding his abdomen and gasping for breath.  At the same time, a naked Celeste landed her bat hard across Tom’s lower back smashing into his kidneys.  All four were now on the wet shower room floor.

    “Stay down, motherfuckers,” yelled Michelle brandishing the bat above Tom’s head.

    “What should we do with them?” asked Celeste.

     “How about I stick this bat up your ass, Cory?  Since you were planning to butt fuck Charlotte, you need to learn how it feels to have your shit packed,” asked Michelle

     “We didn’t mean anything.  We were just fooling around,” said Tom his hands nursing a badly bruised back.

     “We could break their legs or crush one of their balls,” said Portia, one of the seniors and a committed lesbian.  To make her point, she landed her bat across Blake’s shinbone causing him to scream in pain holding his leg.

    “No, stop, let’s don’t go crazy here and do something we’ll regret.  You four get out of here, now,” said Charlotte.

     “This isn’t over,” yelled Tom as the four left.

    “We should have raped them,” said Celeste after they had hobbled off.  “I bet Tom has a big cock.  I liked your idea of us getting together with them for an orgy.”

    “We should have castrated them.  Then they’d never try to rape anyone again,” said Portia.  “We could preserve their nuts in a jar of formaldehyde and put it in the school’s trophy case as a warming to football players who think rape is an option.”

    “That seems a little too severe, Portia.  Thank you, guys. You saved me from a fate worse than death,” said Charlotte reaching out for a group hug.

     “I don’t think its over,” said Michelle to Charlotte later when they were dressing.

     “I don’t either,” said Charlotte.

     “Got a plan?”

    “I’m going to have to tell my dad. He’ll know what to do,” said Charlotte.  

   

***

   

    “Boys, I want you to meet an old army buddy of mine, Ben Simmons,” said Coach Baker.  Practice had almost ended when the assistant coaches signaled the team to gather in a circle around Coach.  The players had been wondering about the very tall, powerfully built stranger speaking with Coach.

    “I met Ben when I joined the Rangers.  He instructed trainees like me in the art of hand-to-hand combat.  He’s kicked my ass a dozen times.  Later, Major Simmons taught martial arts to our Special Ops guys.  Ben has won more martial arts contests than anyone I know.  And I won’t embarrass him by asking how many of our country’s enemies had their necks broken by his hands. I can only say there is no more dangerous man in this part of the country than Ben Simmons.  He wants to speak with you this afternoon.  Ben,” said Coach Baker.

    “Thank you, Bob.  I’ll be brief.  I understand that several of you are party to a conflict with Maplewood’s girl’s basketball team and in particular with my daughter, Charlotte. I’ve heard some of you are planning to take action to redress wrongs done to certain individuals.   Believe me I know how difficult women can be.  I’ve been married to one for over fifteen years. But this situation is getting out of hand.  It must end before someone really gets hurt.  I’m asking you to be gentleman and move on,” said Ben.

    “They kicked our ass.  They used baseball bats.  It wasn’t fair,” said Tom.

    “Girls never fight fair.  You’ll learning the hard way,” said Ben.  “I suppose I should add that as Charlotte’s father I will be taking her part in any future conflict.  So you’ll have to deal with me if there is any more trouble with her or any member of the girl’s basketball team.  So if any of you feel compelled to take revenge, step forward and start with me.  Let’s end this today.”

    “Anyone looking to go to the hospital, step out now,” said Coach.  “I’ve seen this man fight.”  There was a nervous wait where nobody moved.  Finally Mitch Conway spoke.

    “Mr. Simmons, I’m Mitch Conway.  This began with me and I want to end it. I was wrong and I’m sorry.  The first chance I get I’m going to apologize to your daughter in person.  As team co-captain, I’m asking everyone to forget this ever happened.  If anyone of you feels compelled to do anything I want you to know I’m standing with Charlotte’s dad,” said Mitch stepping forward and extending his hand to Ben.

    There was a general murmuring of agreement as Ben and Mitch shook hands.

    “All right, it’s over, ten laps and hit the showers,” yelled Coach.

    “What do you think, Ben?” asked Coach.  The two were standing alone watching the players circle the field.

    “I hope he meant it,” said Ben.

    “Hair on the back of your neck stand up when he shook your hand,” asked Coach?

    “Something like that,” said Ben.

    “You’ve still got those good instincts. I wouldn’t trust him.  Some kids are too smart for their own good.”

 

***

   

    “Better keep your guard up.  Mitch Conway and his buddies gave up too easy.  I don’t trust them,” said Ben when Charlotte told him about the apology.  Mitch had been waiting on the school steps when Charlotte arrived that morning.

     “I’m sorry, Charlotte.  You were right.  I deserved to have my ass kicked.  We guys should always use a condom.  No girl at Maplewood should ever be forced to have unprotected sex,” said Mitch extending his hand.

     “Apology accepted, Mitch,” said Charlotte shaking Mitch’s hand.

     And right there in front of most of the student body, Mitch hugged and kissed her all the while pressing his groin against her.  That caused Charlotte to wonder if there was any possibility that Mitch would find an opportunity in the future to screw her this time with a condom.

   It was after dinner when Charlotte went out to the equipment shed to talk with her father.  Charlotte’s mom had rushed off to a meeting at their church.

    “I will.  Thanks, Daddy,” said Charlotte before wrapping her arms around Ben and kissing him on the lips.

    “Still don’t want to tell me how you managed to get in a fight with Mitch Conway?” asked Ben ending the kiss but keeping his arms wrapped around his daughter.

    “It’s too embarrassing,” said Charlotte once again kissing her father.  This time she slipped her tongue between his lips.  Their tongues met and explored each other.

    “We’ve got to stop kissing before I lose control and do something we’ll regret,” said Ben ending the kiss but retaining Charlotte in his arms.  His hard cock was pressing against her abdomen.

    “What wrong with a girl kissing her father,” asked Charlotte?

    “It is going to lead to something more serious.  You’re getting me excited.  Can’t you tell?”

     “Yes, but I like the way it feels against my tummy.  I bet Mother does too,” said Charlotte pressing her self against her father’s cock.  She reached behind him grabbing his buttocks pulling him hard against her and grinding her hips.

     “Whoa, you are one very sexy daughter.  Fathers are not supposed to get sexually aroused by their daughters.  It’s against God’s law.  What would Brother Morgan say if he knew you were giving me an erection?” said Ben.

    “I’ve seen Brother Morgan look at women in the congregation with lust.  Mom turns him on.  I can tell,” said Charlotte before leaning in to kiss her father again.  Their kisses were growing more passionate.

    “You should be interested in boys your own age,” said Ben giving in to his urge to grind his sex against Charlotte’s abdomen.

    “After my problems with Mitch Conway, I’ve made a decision to leave boys alone for a while.  Maplewood boys are all jerks anyway.   But my Daddy isn’t a jerk and I’ll do anything he wants. All he has to do is tell me what he wants and I’ll do it,” said Charlotte reaching down to touch the hard lump in her dad’s jeans.

    Ben looked in his daughter’s eyes for a moment trying to decide what to do next.  After hesitating for a moment, he made up his mind and spoke.

    “Charlotte when a man reaches your father’s age, things don’t work for him like they used to when he was younger.  A man can develop problems performing for his wife,” said Ben.

    “What kind of problems, Daddy,” asked Charlotte sounding concerned?

    “The truth is that for a number of years, I’ve had difficulty getting and keeping an erection with your mother.”

    “Is there something wrong with Mom,” asked Charlotte.

    “No, your mother’s right as rain.  This is my problem not hers.  You Mom’s very accommodating.  By the way, this has to be our secret.  You can’t discuss this with anyone especially your mother or your girl friends,” said Ben.

    “I’ll never say a word to anyone.  I promise,” said Charlotte.

    “Your Mom doesn’t know this but I’ve decided to see a doctor in Salisbury.  Erectile dysfunction is his specialty,” said Ben.

    “Have you tried pills,” asked Charlotte?

    “Yes, all kinds and in all strengths, nothing worked.  The medicos believe my problem is psychological not physical,” said Ben.

     “But Daddy, there is something hard pressing against my abdomen and it’s been hard for several minutes.  I want to see it and touch it?” said Charlotte once more pressing her hand against the lump in her father’s trousers.

     “That’s the odd thing.  You make me hard.  I feel guilty as hell about that but frankly I’m mystified also.  So is Doctor Fogarty, the specialist.   He comes well recommended.   I did find out certain very surprising things about my sexual persona during my last visit to the doctors.  I don’t want to talk about them now.  Frankly, I’m too embarrassed.  I just know that I have a problem and taking my beautiful daughter in my arms and kissing her while I hold her close gives me one hell of a woody.”

     “So how can I help? Anything, anything at all,” said Charlotte.

    “I was thinking that we should start slow.  Have you ever jerked a boy off?” asked Ben.

    “Only Rory Stapes and he ejaculated in about two seconds.  But I know what to do,” said Charlotte taking the initiative and pulling down the zipper on her dad’s jeans.

     “Just a hand job, that’s all,” said Ben closing his eyes as he felt Charlotte pull his cock out.

     “It’s beautiful,” said Charlotte amazed at the length and width of her dad’s cock.  Charlotte cupped his balls with one hand while she ran the other up and down the shaft.  Charlotte unsnapped her Dad’s jeans and pulled them and his briefs down to his knees.

     “You get me so hard,” whispered Ben.  “I may blow my load faster than Rory.”

     “Sit down and relax, let me take care of you, Daddy,” said Charlotte helping Ben ease onto a nearby bench.

     Ben closed his eyes leaning against the back wall of the shed.

     He moaned when he felt Charlotte’s tongue pass along the length of his cock after swirling over the cockhead.  Their conversation ceased as Charlotte used both hands and her mouth on his throbbing penis.  It wasn’t long before Ben felt the approach of his orgasm. “I’m going to blow,” said Ben feeling the inexorable pressure of semen escaping his testicles.

     Charlotte captured the cockhead in her mouth as she furiously stroked the shaft with her hands.  A gush of warm salty fluid signaled Charlotte to suck hard on her father’s piss hole accelerating the escape of semen.

    Ben had been surprised at Charlotte’s oral skill.  He had intended for her to give him a hand job only but he hadn’t objected when she used her mouth. The way she finished the blowjob shocked him. He’d sensed her greedily gulping down his semen.

     “Thank you Daddy.  That was wonderful,” said Charlotte still licking the mushroom head.

     “That was terrific.  I really appreciate you helping me out.  And remember not a word to anyone, even Celeste,” said Ben.

     Moments later after Charlotte had returned to the house and Ben stayed behind to put his tools up, he took a moment to reflect.

    I’m certainly not the first bean farmer on the Delmarva to get a blowjob from his daughter thought Ben.  But that doesn’t make it right.  I’ll have to tell Doctor Fogarty about what happened.  He mentioned bringing Charlotte to the clinic with me so he can observe the two of us having sex.  One thing’s for certain is my sweet innocent daughter gives one hell of a hummer and swallows spunk with lip smacking gusto.  She must get that from her mother’s side.   It’s obvious that my dick is not the first she’s wrapped her lips around.  Let’s face it.  Sooner or later, I’m going to yield to temptation and stick my cock in her.  

    I probably won’t be the first.   If Bobby Thornton got the story he told to his dad right, the only thing that kept Charlotte from fucking Mitch Conway right there on a bench in front of her basketball team was the lack of a condom.  Of course, I wouldn’t need a condom since I’ve had a vasectomy.

    I hope Lisa is enjoying herself with the Reverend tonight.  He said he had something special planned.

   

   

   

       

   

   

   

Chapter 22 Motel Orgy 1

      I wonder what Brother Thornton is planning thought Lisa as she entered the plain undecorated lobby of the Comfort Suites.

    “Reverend Morgan’s room number, Carl,” Lisa asked the tall black man standing behind the reception desk.  Lisa was following instructions.  Carl was the only one behind the desk.

    “Lisa Simmons,” asked Carl?

    “Yes, I’m Lisa,” noting that the desk clerk was young, well built, and exceedingly handsome.

     Lisa had developed a taste for interracial sex in high school after Wayne Epps, the school’s high school All American wide receiver had screwed her in the center of the field after they won the state title.  She could still recall the way his long thick beautiful black cock had stretched her opening then descended to slam into the walls of her cervix.  The next day she was so sore she could barely walk.

    “He left this for you.  He said you are to read it aloud and do as it says,” said Carl.

    Lisa felt warmth between her thighs as she opened the envelope.  The Reverend had a gift for knowing what turned her on.  It contained a plastic room key and a type written note.  Lisa read the note.

   

     Lisa,

     Carl is letting us have the room for free, well, not exactly free.  He has a thing for white women who love black cock.  I know you will be more than happy to service him.

P.S.   I gave him a few hints about what turns you on.  Enjoy, Slut.

     Brother Morgan

    “Come behind the desk, Cunt,” said Carl pushing the buzzer that unlocks the door allowing access to the reception area.

    “All right,” said Lisa feeling the erotic impact of being treated as a prostitute willing to fuck a desk clerk for a free room.  She walked in swinging her hips as she put the note and card key in her purse.

    “I can’t leave the front desk.  You’ll have to do it here,” said Carl pointing to a recessed area under the reception counter.

     Lisa knelt down and climbed under the desk.  Carl stepped close to her.  Lisa realized she was completely concealed from anyone who might stand on the other side of the reception desk.

    Lisa grabbed the zipper tab in her fingers and pulled it slowly down.  She reached into the slit of his boxer shorts and pulled out a long slim ebony cock. She inhaled the scent of Carl’s penis taking the breath deep into her lungs.   His penis had the smell of a recent fuck followed by a long piss.

    She slowly exhaled, pressed her nostrils against the warm mushroom head and took a long inhale filling her lungs forcing her tits to rise and tighten inside her brassiere.  Lisa felt her nipples harden against the soft fabric.

     “Show me your tits, Slut,” said Carl exhaling deeply at her touch.

    Lisa obeyed tugging up her sweater over her bra then pulling her breasts out of the cups.  Carl’s long arm reached down to pull and twist her left nipple as Lisa pressed her face against his hardening member.  She hissed as his strong fingers flattened then twisted her nipple.

     There is nothing like the smell of a nasty cock thought Lisa reacting to the stimulation of her sense of smell.  I can almost reach an orgasm from taking a deep breath.  Of course, a hot wet pussy that’s full of spunk had a terrific odor also.  My cunt will be blazing hot by the time I get to Brother Morgan’s room.  

    It’s been a while since I had a black cock in my mouth thought Lisa tapping the tip of her tongue against the piss hole.   He’s got a good size opening.  I hope it’s been a while since Carl ejaculated.  I’d love a warm mouthful of black man’s jism.

    “How about a little squirt just to get your pussy wet,” asked Carl?  “The Reverend said you liked to drink from the tap.”

    “Don’t make it too little,” said Lisa wrapping her lips around the under lip of the mushroom head to form a waterproof seal.

   “Mouthy cunt, I’ll let you drain my tank,” said Carl.

    Lisa lifted her skirt, pushed the wet crotch of her panty aside and rubbed her bare sex as a trickle of warm piss landed on her tongue.  She had the experience and knowhow to not wait until her mouth was full to begin swallowing.  Quick short gulps kept her oral cavity half full even after Carl had relaxed his groin muscles and allowed his flow to increase to the maximum.

    “Shit, Lisa, you drink piss like this girl I used to date.  Old Fat Wanda loved to fill her belly with piss then follow it with jism,” said Carl impressed with Lisa’s performance.

    Lisa experienced a sense of disappointment when Carl’s bladder emptied and there was nothing but the taste and smell of hot African American urine left on her tongue.  

    Do I taste pussy on his pecker wondered Lisa licking across Carl’s cock head?  Yes, I do.  I bet he screws the maids.  This cock has been inside some hot Latina cunt today, one that’s gotten all hot and bothered picking up used condoms that the guests leave lying on the floor beside the bed.

    “Hurry up, bitch, I haven’t got all day,” said Carl glancing down at the top of Lisa’s head.

    “Who’d you fuck today, Carl?  I can taste pussy on your cock,” said Lisa before swirling her tongue around the head then placing her mouth directly on the head and working the piss hole with the tip of her tongue.

     “Let’s see, today is Monday, so it must have been the new girl, Maya.  Yeah, Maya comes in after school to clean up after the late checkouts.  My balls could use a little attention,” said Carl.

     “Maya’s still in school,” asked Lisa lifting Carl’s hard cock with one hand then taking one of his testicles in her mouth and sucking it.

     “Maplewood, she’s a sophomore.  At least I think she is a sophomore,” said Carl.

     “How is she,” asked Lisa?

     “Maya, she loves my dick.  Little whore can’t get enough of it.  Of course, she’s no different from the other girls in her school.  They’re all cock crazy,” said Carl.

      “Really, why so,” asked Lisa beginning to suck Carl’s cock in earnest.

      “While I was fucking her this afternoon, she was telling me this wild ass story about how one of the girl’s basketball team stomped the living shit out of the school’s quarterback.  Nailed his balls to the door of her locker,” said Carl.  “You’re doing all right, Lisa.  Reverend Morgan said you had a talented mouth and like black cock?”

     “I love black cock, white cock, Chinese cock and ever the occasional dog cock.  You have a terrific one, stud.  I bet you get more than your share of pussy.  What else did Maya say?” said Lisa.

     “Since it was Maya’s first time for anal and she was crying about how much it hurt and begging me to fuck her pussy instead, I didn’t get the whole story.  Let’s see.  The girl was a giant freshman who along with some other slut blew the quarterback but wouldn’t fuck him because he wasn’t wearing a condom.  Can you imagine, uppity little whore expecting a senior to wear a safe?” said Carl.

    “Some girls just don’t know their place.  My daughter would have done him bare back,” said Lisa before taking Carl’s cock to the back of her throat and fitting the head into the opening.

    “He busted this other girl’s cherry right there on a bench in the girl’s locker room, kind of made a production of it.  Even got blood on his dick and make her lick it clean.  But when he wanted to take a poke at this freshman round ball player, she said not without a condom.  And that is when the fight began,” said Carl.

     “It’s hard to believe that a freshman girl can beat up a senior boy who was an athlete,” said Lisa wetting her finger then sliding her hand between Carl’s legs.

     “Maya said she was some kind of kung fu bitch.  She worked him over pretty good, broke some ribs, and then delivered one of those karate kicks right to his nuts.  Boy went down on the floor holding the family jewels,” said Carl.  “She flattened his package.”

    “Surprised they didn’t expel her,” said Lisa.

    “I’m not.  School principal is a dyke.  Grace Tolliver comes in occasionally with other women and they get a room.  She always carries a Maplewood High athletic bag of dildos and shit like that.”

    “How do you know what’s in the bag?” asked Lisa poking gently at Carl’s anus.

    “We have our ways here at Comfort Suites. How, by the way, did you know that the girl wasn’t expelled?”

    “I guess I heard the story from someone and they mentioned the Principal hadn’t expelled her,” said Lisa.

    Lisa realized it had to be Charlotte he’s talking about.  That explains the bruise on the side of her face.  I guess I have to face the fact that she’s got my genes.  Poor baby, she’s a slut like her mother.  Oh I was hoping she would be different.  In her calm rational mind, she wants to act like a lady but when she sees a hard cock or a wet pussy, her biological urges take over and she becomes aggressive.  It’s not her fault.  She can’t help it.   Look at her mother.  Down on my knees sucking the dick of a man I met five minutes ago and thinking nothing of it.  My cunt’s dripping in my underwear, my belly is full of his piss and I’m orgasmic at the prospect of getting a mouthful of jism.  I just hope Charlotte doesn’t blame me for starting her on the road to whoredom.

    “Cool it, got a guest,” whispered Carl.

    “What’s up, Mimi,” announced Carl.

    “Need a room for an hour,” said Mimi.

    “Only an hour?” asked a male voice.

    “Look Henry, I’m going to pop you in twenty minutes tops.  But if you want to pay for something you don’t use, it’s all right with me.  You can lay there playing with yourself and watch the free HBO,” said Mimi.

    “It’s Harry not Henry,” said the man.

    “Whatever, I wasn’t planning on exchanging friendship rings,” said Mimi.

    “$20,” said Carl.

    “Pay the man, Harry,” said Mimi.

    “You said it was only $100 for a half and half,” said the Man.

    “It’s your choice. We can get a room or go out back in the alley.  Choose, get fucked on a comfortable bed or standing up by the dumpster with rats running over your shoes,” said the Mimi.

    “Here’s the twenty,’ said the man.

    “Room 114,” said Carl.

    “Who’s sucking your dick, Carl honey,” asked Mimi.  “As if we couldn’t hear all that slurping and licking.”

    “Some white slut paying for a room, that reminds me it’s been a while since you expressed your gratitude, Mimi,” said Carl.

     “I’ll come by later in the week,” said Mimi.  “Is she any good?”

     “Yeah, she’s okay,” said Carl.  “Lisa’s not a working girl, are you honey?”

     “No, I’m not,” said Lisa.  “I’m a home maker.”

     “Later,” said Mimi.

     “Get too it, bitch.  I want a Las Vegas finish,” said Carl after the couple had entered the elevator.

      Lisa filled her mouth with saliva as she took Carl’s cock deeper.  Massaging his balls with one hand with a finger of the other hand lodged to the second knuckle in his asshole, she forced the cock head in and out of her throat.

    “Getting there, Slut.  Now these are you special instructions from the Reverend.  After I blow my load in that nasty cocksucking mouth of yours, don’t you swallow, not even a drop.  Hold my jism in your mouth until you get up to the room.  The Reverend has something special for you to do with it.”

    Lisa applied herself to the task at hand until Carl quivered, convulsed and released several long spurts of semen into her mouth.  She concentrated suction on Carl’s piss hole endeavoring to bring the final drops of spunk up from his gonads.  Dutifully, she licked the cockhead cleaning it.  Then sucked the digit she had buried in his ass until the smell of fresh shit was gone.

    “Okay, get going,” said Carl reaching down to pull Lisa to her feet.

     I wonder why Brother Morgan didn’t want me to swallow thought Lisa as the elevator traveled to the fourth floor.

   

      END