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| Dani Does the Right Thing - Complete |
| By: Vulgus |
| ( nc, M/F, inc, Mm/Ff, exhib, hum ) |
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group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged
me, thank you. The first thing I did when I opened my front door was to scream, and then I fainted. When I regained my senses I was laying on the couch in my living room. At first I didn’t know where I was, or how I got there. Then I heard a deep voice saying laconically, “Bout time you woke up.” As soon as I saw him it all came flooding back. My biological father had never married my mother. Mom had raised me alone until I was nine. Then she met my stepfather to be, Pug Franklin. He swept my mother off of her feet and in four month they were engaged and in six months they were married. I thought it was fantastic. I had a daddy now, just like all of my friends. At first he was very good to me. He spoiled me rotten, in fact. He was always buying me toys and candy and taking mom and me to the zoo or the circus or the movies. We were just like a real family only better. After a little less than a year, things started to change. My new dad started treating my mother more and more like a child. He still spoiled me, but now he was ordering my mother around and when she displeased him in some way she would be punished. At first he would stand up and pull her into their bedroom and I would hear him spanking her and hear her crying and pleading for forgiveness. But before very long he wouldn’t bother to leave the room. He would pull her over his lap and pull up her skirt and pull her panties down and spank her right in the living room, right in front of me! The next big change was the clothes mom wore. They got shorter and tighter and more see-through as time went on. I began to notice that she no longer wore underwear. It was especially embarrassing on one occasion shortly after my eleventh birthday when I had the boy next door over and we were playing a board game in the living room one Saturday. My father came in from the garage and he was upset about a scratch on the car. He called my mother into the living room and asked her about it. She told him that someone had pushed a shopping cart into the car in the grocery store parking lot a couple of days ago. He was furious. First she had scratched the car, but more seriously she had not told him. He pulled her across his lap, right there in front of my friend and me, and flipped her skirt up over her back, baring her bottom to us. That was the first time I saw that she wasn’t wearing underwear. Dad spanked her furiously, and then he ordered her to stand in the corner with her skirt up so that her red bottom was showing. My friend, who was thirteen at the time stared in awe at my mom’s backside for a minute and then, with a face as red as paint, said that he guessed he should go home now. But my dad said, “That’s alright son. You two go ahead and play your game. This is a good lesson for you. It’s wonderful to have a good woman in your life, but you have to keep your eye on them all the time and the more discipline you give them the better they behave. Ain’t that right Gina?” Mom was still crying quietly in the corner, but she managed to choke out, “Yes sir.” Then he said to my friend, “You ever see a woman naked before Kevin?” Kevin was as embarrassed as my mother and I were. He said quietly, “No sir, never!” “Get your ass over here, Gina!” my dad called to her and she looked around at him. “Sir, please, no, not in front of the kids! That’s wrong. Please, I can’t,” mom pleaded with him. I noticed that she no longer used his name, or terms of endearment. If she called him anything at all now it was “Sir”. I saw the furious look on dad’s face when she balked, and he started to take his belt off. Mom gave in and rushed to his side. “I’m sorry sir; please don’t spank me any more.” Dad stopped taking his belt off, but left it unfastened in case mom gave him anymore trouble. “Take off that dress,” dad ordered. “Kevin is almost a man. It’s about time he found out what a woman is all about.” I thought surely that my conservative, church going mother would draw the line here. But I watched as that look of resignation I saw on her face so often lately returned, and she reached around and unfastened the catch at the top of her dress and then pulled the zipper down her back. She allowed the top to slide off her shoulders and down her arms and then she closed her eyes and slid it down past her hips and let it fall to the floor. Dad smiled and said to Kevin, “What do you think, boy, looks pretty damn good for an old broad, don’t she?” “Yes sir!” Kevin exclaimed. “She’s beautiful!” “Yeah,” dad said, “I make sure she stays in shape. You can go ahead and get up and take a closer look if you want.” Kevin was looking at mom and the tears rolling down her cheeks, and then he glanced at me and saw how shocked I was. He looked at dad and said, “Are you sure sir? She’s really crying and, well, gee, I don’t know.” “That’s okay son. A lot of women cry when they get embarrassed. But it’s good for them to be embarrassed, keeps them on their toes. Isn’t that right Gina?” “Yes sir,” mom said, just barely above a whisper. “Besides,” dad went on, “she is being punished. You should be uncomfortable when you are being punished.” Kevin got to his feet and stepped closer to mom. He said, “Is it okay Mrs. Franklin?” Mom nodded her head and said, “Yes Kevin, whatever Mr. Franklin says is okay.” I was embarrassed for her. I was embarrassed to be sitting here watching. But I couldn’t help admiring her beautiful figure. I hoped I looked that good when I got to be her age. Dad stood up and reached out and squeezed my mothers breast gently, then hefted it in has hand as though weighing it. “Look at that tit!” he exclaimed proudly. “That is just about as perfect a tit as you will ever see son. Go ahead, feel how firm that is.” Kevin said, “That alright sir, I couldn’t do that.” But dad wasn’t taking no for an answer from anyone. “Now son, you have a perfect learning opportunity here. I’d be real disappointed if you didn’t take advantage of it. Go ahead, put your hand up and see how nice that feels.” Kevin did as he was told and with a look of total awe on his face he gently wrapped one of his small hands around my mother’s breast. He held it for a moment and then dad showed him how best to caress a woman’s breast and how to bring a nipple to attention. He guided Kevin’s head forward and instructed him on kissing and sucking and gently biting on a woman’s breast. After dad was satisfied that he had learned that lesson he made my mother spread her legs apart and he showed Kevin all there was to know about a woman’s pussy. He showed Kevin how wet she was and explained that that meant that my mom was excited and enjoying herself. “Now watch this,” dad said. Kevin and I both watched as dad started sawing a couple of fingers in and out of my mother’s pussy and then he told Kevin to put his fingers on mom’s clitoris and rub it gently for a few minutes. I was shocked to see my mother have an orgasm at the hands of my father and my friend. Dad explained to Kevin and me, since I was listening, all about orgasms and told him that maybe next time he would have mom teach him about fucking. Then he turned to me and asked, “Were you paying attention ? You’re filling out pretty nicely and pretty soon you will be standing right up there with your mom,” he said with a look of anticipation on his face. I looked to my mother, but she said not a word. All of that flashed through my mind as consciousness returned. That had been the beginning of the end of my childhood. I jumped to my feet and turned to where my stepfather sat waiting for my reaction. He made me all the more furious because he looked so god damned confident, so smug. “What are you doing in my house?!” I screamed. “Get out! Get out right now or I am going to call the police. I mean it!” He just smiled at me and said, “You’d better look at the TV first ’. I brought you a sample of the movie we made to give to the judge when I take you to court to get custody of Melody to prove what an unfit mother you are.” I remembered hearing him use the same threat on my mother twelve years ago! I looked in disbelief at my stepfather. I looked at the movie playing on my television. I saw various scenes of me engaged in sex acts with various men, often several men at a time. What you couldn’t see was that I was being forced by my stepfather into performing for the camera. I stared at the TV for a few minutes and then I felt my breakfast coming back up and I ran to the bathroom. I threw up everything I had just had for breakfast. Then I brushed my teeth and washed my face and went back into the living room. The movie was still playing. He was still watching it, obviously enjoying it. He looked up when I came back into the room and said, “It is just a bunch of short scenes we cut from some of your movies, before you ran away you ungrateful bitch!” “How did you find me?” I asked. It was all I could think of to say. “I had to hire some guy and pay him a lot of fucking money,” he said. He was obviously pissed about it. “But don’t worry; you are going to pay me back with that sweet ass of yours.” “No, I am not!” I yelled at him. “It’s over. I refuse to let you hurt me any more. I am an adult now and I am free of you. Now leave!” “You sure are an adult,” he chuckled and ogled my figure. “If I remember right you just turned twenty-three, is that right?” “Yes, but that doesn’t concern you,” I answered, not sure why it seemed to be so hard for me to not respond to his questions. “I mean it Pug,” I continued. “It’s over. I am building a new life and you aren’t a part of it. Now get out of my house.” “Okay,” Pug said. “If that’s the way you want it. Melody is nine now, right? As I recall, you got knocked up when you were fourteen. Nine is a good age. I’ll be able to make her a star in no time. All I have to do is tell the judge what a tramp you are and what an unhealthy environment you are providing to raise your innocent young daughter in and she’ll leave that court room with me, me and your mom. What time does she get home from school? I’d like to see the little ’. She is nine years old and never got to meet her loving grandpa.” “NO!” I screamed at him. “You cannot have my baby! I will kill you first!” “Sweetheart, you can’t kill me. And you can’t beat me. You have two choices. You pack up your shit and come back home with me. Or, we go to court and take Melody from you and make a star out of her. If you come back home with me and do what you are told and don’t give me any grief, maybe I won’t touch Melody.” I collapsed onto the couch and the horror of my past washed over me. The memories came flooding back. From the moment that Pug had made my mother undress in front of Kevin, everything had changed. From that time forward I never saw my mother object to anything he ordered her to do. Or anything that he did to me. I had grown to love Pug as a father in a very short time. He had seen to it. It been his plan from the beginning. That was all gone now. Now I was afraid to be in the room with him. But of course it was unavoidable. Now that he had broken my mother, he started working on me. Whenever I got within arm’s reach of him he would run his hands over my little backside. I was no longer allowed to wear pants, jeans, or shorts. I could not wear anything that could come between my tender, virgin flesh, and his large, callused hand. Before long, instead of reaching out to grab at me as I went by, Pug would pull me into his lap and rub his hands up my thighs and force his fingers between my legs. My mother would ignore him as he would reach into my underwear and rub my pussy and play with the light patch of blonde hair that was just starting to appear. He also took great delight in rubbing my budding breasts and pinching the puffy nipples. The worst thing about it was that, although I was humiliated beyond belief, I could not deny that whenever he touched me my body reacted. My body loved the touch of his hand on my pussy. My body loved the way he molested my small, but rapidly growing breasts. Before the day when my mother had been forced to undress in front of him, Kevin used to play at my house once or twice a week. After that day, however, he came over almost every day, as soon as school was out. It was only three days before my father found another excuse to punish my mother while Kevin was there. Kevin and I were playing a board game in the living room and my father was reading the paper. I was always nervous around my father now, even more so whenever Kevin was there. As I was about to learn, I had every right to be. My father suddenly yelled out, “Gina! Get your ass in here!” Kevin and I jumped, startled. I knew right away that something bad was going to happen. I glanced at Kevin and was disappointed to see that this was what he had been hoping for. The look of excitement and anticipation on his face was unmistakable. I was getting to the age that I was starting to understand guys and what was always on their minds. I was aware of the leers, the stares at my budding breasts from nearly every male of every age. I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement. I felt power! Breasts are a powerful force of nature. Still, Kevin was my friend. It just seemed like he should be more sensitive to how I felt. Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. What can I say, I’m blonde. My mother came rushing into the living room. I could see that her face was white, and that she had no idea what she had done. He held the newspaper out and exploded, “What the hell is this?!” His voice was full of outrage. “I cut out some coupons, Sir. You are always telling me that I spend too much money on food. I am trying to cut back on my spending Sir.” “I told you never to cut up the newspaper before I have read it, didn’t I?” he asked loudly. “But Sir, there was nothing on the back of that page but more grocery ads.” “I don’t give a flying fuck bitch!” he yelled. “I gave you an order! Christ! When will you learn to obey! Get undressed.” “Oh god,” I thought. “Please not again.” I looked up at him and fearfully pleaded with him, “Please Sir, please not again. Please, not in front of Kevin.” He turned to my mother and said, “Now look, bitch. Now you are being a bad influence on your daughter! Now I have to teach you both a lesson!” My mother sobbed, but didn’t say a word as she quickly removed her dress. Kevin stared in fascination this time. After the last time he knew it was not only alright, but encouraged. My father turned to me and yelled, “Stand up and get over here young lady!” I was terrified. I was eleven years old. I had never been spanked or slapped or anything. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I only knew that if my mother had to put up with it, there was no hope for me. “I am going to make sure you are raised right young lady,” my stepfather said. His voice sounded furious. It was years before I thought back to that day and realized it had all been a put on, an act to scare me into complying. It worked. I stood before my father trembling in fear. “You don’t ever talk back to me again! Do you understand?” I didn’t understand. I hadn’t talked back! I just pleaded with him not to embarrass my mother and me in front of my friend. But I saw the look in his face and I knew that if I said the wrong thing I was going to feel that belt for the first time. And I was a coward. “Take off your clothes, young lady. And be quick about it!” he commanded. I glanced quickly at my mother and saw only anguish. I glanced at Kevin and saw excitement. I looked back at my stepfather, fully intending to plead with him. But I saw that he was already unbuckling his belt. I had the distinct impression that he was hoping I would “back talk” him again so that he could use it. I was eleven years old and my body was starting to resemble that of a young woman. The idea of undressing in front of, not only my stepfather and my mother, but the boy next door, a boy I saw every day, I don’t believe I could have been more humiliated if he had made me do it on the sidewalk outside! I was still hesitating and he started pulling his belt free. As I said, I was a coward. If my mother could not fight him, how could I, an eleven-year-old girl hope to? I pulled my t-shirt off. As my lacy little training bra came into view I kept my eyes on the floor. I couldn’t face anyone in the room. I dropped my t-shirt on the floor and unfastened my modest little skirt. I pushed it over my burgeoning hips and let it slide down my legs and I kicked it aside. Now I stood in only my lace trimmed little girl’s bra and panties. The ones that had made me feel so grown up when I talked my mother into getting them for me. I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced up to see Kevin moving closer for a better view. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn’t dare. I tried to decide what to remove next. The last time anyone had seen me uncovered was when my mother had bought me my first training bra. Now that I actually had something growing on my chest it was even more embarrassing. I had hesitated as long as I dared and finally I reached between the little cups of the bra and unfastened it. I couldn’t look up, but I knew that they were watching me undress. I could feel their eyes on my breasts, which were now the size of an apple cut in half. My puffy little nipples were tingling and I was upset with myself for having any reaction at all. My mother had finished undressing quickly and now everyone was watching me as I hooked my thumbs into my panties and pushed them down. I kicked them over with the rest of my clothes and then stood with my hands and arms covering as much of my body as I possibly could. “Gina,” dad said. “Tell the rule about her arms.” My mother spoke so quietly I could hardly hear her. “Modesty is not permitted. When ordered to undress you are to stand up straight with your arms at your side until instructed otherwise. Failure to obey this rule will result in severe punishment.” I dropped my arms to my side quickly and stood naked in front of two males for the first time in my life. I guess it could have been worse. My stepfather had, after all, already begun to molest me. He frequently touched my breasts through my clothing. And it had also become common place for him to pull me into his lap and reach into my underwear and rub my pussy. But to be naked, and in front of Kevin for Christ’s sake! My stepfather ordered me to stand beside my mother. He wanted to compare our bodies. I moved quickly to stand beside her. As I moved I could feel their eyes watching my butt move. When I was beside my mom my stepfather stood up and stood in front of me. He glanced over at Kevin and waived him closer to join him. Kevin stood beside my dad, right in front of my mother. Together they examined both of our bodies this time and compared them. I had become more or less accustomed to being groped by my stepfather, but when Kevin put his hand over my breast I nearly fell to the floor. I don’t know if it was embarrassment or nerves or what, but I was shaking so bad I was having trouble standing. It was even worse when their focus shifted to my vagina. I felt Kevin slide his finger into me as my stepfather warned him not to bust my cherry, yet. “Kevin my boy, I think that this would be an excellent time for Gina to teach how to suck a cock, don’t you?” “Yes Sir!” Kevin almost squealed like a girl he was so excited, the bastard. Dad directed Kevin to drop his pants and lay down on the coffee table. I turned my face away. I didn’t want to see. I had never seen a penis, and I wasn’t ready to see one now. While Kevin undressed and got into position my father stepped up behind me and I felt his cock rubbing on my back as he reached around and toyed with my small, immature breasts. As he moved his hands and his cock over me he said to me quietly, “Your mom is going to suck on Kevin’s cock now. Later on you are going to try it. So watch closely.” He pushed me to my knees on the side of the table; right beside where Kevin’s hard dripping cock was standing up and throbbing. I couldn’t help but see it now. I saw the clear liquid oozing from the hole in the end of his penis, the hole where I knew that his pee came out. I made myself watch as my mom knelt between Kevin’s legs and spread them a little wider so that she could get closer. I watched in disgust as she leaned down and licked his hairless ball sack, although at the time I didn’t know what it was. At least I don’t remember knowing. Each time she touched her tongue to Kevin he twitched and his penis throbbed and more of the liquid came out of the end of his penis. Really gross! But I watched in amazement as my mother began licking Kevin’s dripping penis. She licked up all of the liquid and then she took his organ between her lips and began to suck enthusiastically. “How could she?!” I asked myself. I had heard of blowjobs in school. I had trouble imagining them, especially since I had never seen a male with no clothes on before. But I saw one now, and the idea of touching my lips to a penis was sickening! Almost immediately Kevin started moaning and thrusting his hips up to meet my mother’s sucking lips. His body quivered for a couple of seconds and then he groaned as though in pain and pushed mom’s head away. I watched as my mother sat up on her heels and waited. Dad said to Kevin, “Don’t worry son. The first few times are always real quick. Once you get used to it though, you can lay back and enjoy that sensation for a long time.” “Fantastic!” Kevin, the creep, said. Dad told my mom to move around to the side of the coffee table, across from where I was kneeling, watching Kevin’s dick get soft quickly. Dad grabbed me by the hair and pulled me around so that I was kneeling where my mother had been when she sucked Kevin off. “Okay,” he
said. “Let’s see if you learned anything
My head shot
up and I stared at my stepfather with my mouth agape. My mother
caught my eye and she was urging me to obey. I suppose she knew that the only
thing I would gain my trying to avoid it was pain. Then I would end up having
to do it anyway. I had to
stop for a minute to remember what my mom had done. Then I leaned forward and
tentatively licked out at Kevin’s balls. As soon as
my tongue touched him he groaned and twitched. I jumped back, but then leaned
down and tried it again. It seemed like such a gross thing to do. But I had
watched my mother do it. I knew I had no choice. I licked
until Kevin’s penis got hard again and then I licked that as well. Finally I
got up the nerve and slid my lips down over his dick. He was only thirteen and
his thing wasn’t all that big. But he must have been saving up for a long time
because even though he had just had an orgasm in my mother’s mouth, in no time
at all he was holding my head and thrusting his hips up until my lips reached
his belly. With my
mother it had happened so fast that it was over almost before it started. This
time Kevin lasted only slightly longer. When he felt another orgasm begin he
reached out and held my head firmly against his belly and I felt his cum
shooting into my mouth. I knew that
it was coming. It was one of the things that had come up on the playground. I
just never expected it to be like this, at the age of eleven, with my friend,
and with my mother and my father watching. I gagged at
first, but managed to hold Kevin’s hot load of cum in my mouth. As soon as he
pushed my head away I looked around for somewhere to spit it out. My father saw
what I was doing and yelled at me. “Don’t you EVER spit out a man’s cum! NEVER!
If I ever see you spit out a mouthful of cum I will whip you until you bleed!
Do you understand me?” I felt my
eyes get huge as he leaned over me and yelled right in my face. I was so
shocked I swallowed instinctively. He stood up then and I saw the pain in my
mother’s eyes at what she had just witnessed. My
stepfather turned to Kevin and asked, “Well boy, how was that? “That was
the most wonderful thing that every happened to me! Twice!!” he exclaimed. “You ain’t
seen nothing yet, boy. Watch this.” My father
slid his pants and his shorts down his bony legs and kicked them away. I didn’t
want to look, but I couldn’t help but see his dick. “So that is
what a grown up one looks like,” I thought. It was scary. I didn’t know what
normal was. It was about a month before he started sharing me with his friends
and assorted strangers and then I was able to compare. His cock was larger than
most, but not that much. It was big and hairy and really gross looking. It was
still soft. It hung down over the hairy ball sack hanging between his legs.
There was a thick tube of skin covering the tip of it and the whole tip was
covered in what looked like clear slime. I expected
him to order my mom between his legs but he looked at me and said, “You first
slut. Get over here and start licking.” Slut?! Who
the hell is he calling a slut? I am still a fucking virgin! I realized
what he was ordering me to do and I looked at my mom. She just nodded. I saw
the agony in her face, but I couldn’t help resenting her for letting these
things happen to me, to us. I crawled
between his legs, avoiding, as much as possible, any contact with him. He was
watching me, amused at the expressions of fear and revulsion flickering across
my face. I was there now; all that was left was to do it. Just lean forward and
place his nasty, smelly sex organs in my mouth. I hesitated for a moment and he
called my mother closer so that he could torment her with what I was being
forced to do. I saw Kevin move closer on the other side so that he could enjoy
the show. I leaned
forward and I smelled the musty, sweaty smell of his crotch. It was different
than it had been with Kevin. I am not sure what it was, dirtier, sweatier, or older?
I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his dick and I jumped back when it
twitched violently. I guess he wasn’t
impressed with my style. “Put your right hand around the base of my cock,” he
ordered. I reached
out and gingerly slid my thumb underneath his large, nasty organ. I wrapped my
small hand around it as far as it would go. It didn’t go all the way around. “Use your
hand to stand it up, then pull the skin around the head of it down and gently
lick it all over.” I stared at
his cock as I obeyed his commands. It seemed to be slowly growing larger, very
slowly. I slid my hand a little higher up the shaft and then tightened my grip
and pulled down, pulling the extra skin away from the tip. He told me what the
skin was called and what purpose it served. It was all very educational. He
also mentioned that sometimes crud accumulated underneath that skin and needed
to be cleaned out, for health reasons, of course. He told me that his preferred
method of cleaning his cock was to use a bitch’s mouth. I hesitated
for another moment, wondering if perhaps a beating might be easier to take.
Then I leaned back into his crotch and started licking the tip of his cock. I
licked it clean all around and then he ordered me to hold it like that and go
ahead and lick his balls. He made me
lick his balls for a long time and I felt his cock growing in my hand. It just
kept getting scarier. “Alright,
that’s enough foreplay. Let’s see how good a cocksucker you are,” he said
disdainfully. I really
hated the names he kept calling me. As soon as that thought crossed my mind I
realized how ludicrous it was to be forced to do the things I was doing yet to
be upset about the names. But I had other, more pressing matters to take care
of. I didn’t have time to contemplate life’s little ironies right now. I wet my
lips and forced them over the head of his now hard cock. I moved my mouth down
a little and then back to the tip. I can’t really say that I learned how to do
this from my experience with Kevin. He had cum so quickly and his penis was so
much smaller. It was like apples and oranges. Or maybe string beans and
cucumbers would be a better analogy. He decided I
needed more lessons and he ordered me to lick his balls while I watched how a
woman was supposed to suck cock. I moved my tongue down and explored his balls
while right before my eyes my mother leaned down and took his cock in her
mouth. I watched in
disbelief as she took more and more of it down with each stroke until she had
the head of his cock in her throat and his entire organ was in her mouth. Her
lips were tight against his stomach for a moment and then she started, slowly
at first, to move her mouth up and down his shaft, taking it all with each down
stroke. I was so fascinated that I just knelt there with my tongue on his balls
and stared. I saw Kevin’s face and he, too, was amazed. My mother
nudged me discretely and I realized I was not doing what I had been told. I
started licking again and we worked with our faces nearly touching, and
sometimes touching, in my stepfather’s crotch, until he started groaning and
then I felt him tense up and thrust his hips up and he shot his cum right down
my mother’s throat. I watched
her swallow quickly and then just hold his cock in her mouth until he told us
to stop. I straightened up my straining back and mom got back to her feet and
we waited. Dad asked
Kevin, “Well, boy, you ready for your first piece of ass?” I heard my
mother’s sharp intake of breath. I waited quietly, wondering which one of us
Kevin was going to fuck. Kevin was
smiling like a jackass. He was turning into the same kind of animal that I had
recently come to understand that my stepfather was. I didn’t think I liked
Kevin anymore. “Yes sir!”
Kevin said, the excitement evident in both his voice and his reacquired
erection bobbing right by my cheek. Mom was
ordered to lie on the floor in the middle of the room and give Kevin any help
he needed. My stepfather pulled me up and into his lap and we watched my mom
and Kevin have sex while my father slipped a long, fat, finger inside my pussy
and toyed with my hymen. Kevin
climbed quickly on top of my mom and, with her help, slid his small cock into
her. He got a look on his face like he was in heaven or something. Then he
started moving in and out of her, very fast with short little strokes. After
all that I had experienced already this afternoon, fucking didn’t seem that
remarkable. The most interesting part was the way my mom’s boobs jiggled around
on her chest from the force of Kevin’s fucking. After he
came in my mom, Kevin collapsed on top of her for a minute and played with her
boobs. Then he got up on his knees and stood up. As he was standing up Pug
whispered in my ear, “Watch this, you will have to do this too. It’s what sluts
do.” I almost
threw up as I watched my mother sit up and take Kevin’s wet, slimy little cock
into her mouth and suck it clean. Then she did the same thing with his little
balls. It was time
for Kevin to go home. My dad, I hate calling him that now, Pug, told him that
he was welcome to come back any time. He could use either me or my mother in
any way that he liked, except that he could not fuck my pussy, as long as he
didn’t tell anyone, ever, about what happened here. Not his best friend, not
his parents, nobody. Pug assured Kevin that if he ended up in jail, he had
friends that would make sure Kevin, and whoever he told, ended up dead. Kevin, the
rotten little bastard that I had thought was my friend, gave his word of honor.
Yeah, like he knew what honor was! After he
left I started to get dressed but Pug stopped me. “There doesn’t seem to be any
more need for that charade,” he said. “From now on you two don’t wear clothes
in the house. Gina,” he continued, “go make supper, then, after cleans up the kitchen you two can go somewhere and
talk for a while. Make sure you let her know what will be expected of her.” I picked up
my clothes and my mother’s from the floor and took them to our rooms. Then I
went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth to get the taste of cock and cum out
of my mouth before supper. I went into
the kitchen to see if my mom needed any help and since she had things under
control I set the table and then waited out of the way in the kitchen, watching
my mother working in the nude and I wondered how she could have let Pug and
Kevin do the things that they had done to me. Not to mention what they had done
to her. Supper was
quiet and when it was over Pug went into the living room and watched TV. Mom
and I cleaned up the kitchen and the dining room and then we went to my room. It was so
strange to be naked all the time, and to look at my mother and see her naked
all the time. I couldn’t help wondering if my breasts were going to look like
hers someday. They were large and firm and didn’t seem to sag at all. Even I
was able to see that they were sexy. As soon as
the door to my room was closed my mother hugged me tight and cried and told me
how sorry she was. It felt funny having her naked boobs rubbing on me like
that, but she just acted like we had clothes on, so I tried to do that too. I just
looked at her, waiting for her to start talking. For a long time, though, she
just sat on my bed beside me and stared at her hands. I finally
had to ask her how she, how WE got into this mess. She wiped
her eyes with a tissue and blew her nose and took a few deep breaths. “When I
met Pug I had been alone for more than nine years. Well, not alone, you were
there. But having a child is not like having a friend, a companion, a lover. I
was so lonely and I guess I was the perfect match for him. He was strong and
assertive and he took over. He took over my whole life! And I didn’t mind at
all. It made me feel safe. And I did love him. And I didn’t worry about you
growing up without a father anymore, or me losing my job and becoming homeless.
And it was obvious that before very long you loved him as much as I did. He has
a way about him!” I had to
agree with that. “Things
started changing slowly,” she continued. “The changes even made sense at first.
I welcomed them. Well, most of them. I guess he must have been right. I am a
natural submissive. There is no other way to explain it. He started out taking
control of the house and the money. Before long he wasn’t asking me what I
wanted, or what I wanted to do, he was telling me. At first I didn’t even
realize it. When I did……well, I kind of liked it.” “Then he
started changing the way I dressed and the way I acted. In the beginning I was
nervous. I wasn’t used to wearing the kinds of clothing that he liked me to
wear. But after a while I got used to it and even started feeling sexy when I
wore those short skirts and see-through tops. The big hurdle came later when he
made me stop wearing underwear. I shall never forget what happened in the
living room this afternoon, and I shall never forget the first time he took me
out in a see-through blouse with nothing under it. It was, up to that point,
the most humiliating thing I had ever done. The thing is though, that he enjoys
humiliating me. He keeps finding new and better ways of doing it. He is going
to do that with you too baby. I’m sorry.” I didn’t
have enough of a clue about what would be happening to me, what would be done
to me, to really worry about that right then. I knew what humiliation was. I
felt it deeply when I undressed in front of Pug and Kevin. I didn’t know that
was the tip of the iceberg. “I should
probably tell you some of the things I have had to do, since you will have to
do them too, maybe not right away, but eventually. I don’t know how much longer
he will wait to take your virginity. He is not a patient man; I don’t think it
will be long. It began for me after I started wearing the new clothes he bought
for me. We would go out in the afternoon and he would make me walk alone in
see-through blouses and I would have to stick my chest out and walk slow and
smile at the men who stared. “Sometimes
we would go somewhere to eat, or for a drink, and he would make me sit with my
legs spread wide and my skirt pulled up. It was obvious that it was not an
accident that my pussy was exposed. Things went on like that for a long time.
Every time I got used to some indignity he would find another one to amuse
himself. The next major hurdle came when he took me out one day and we went to
the home of a friend of his. As soon as we got inside I was ordered to strip. I
hesitated and he whipped his belt out and pummeled my ass with it, right in
front of his friend. He beat me until I begged to be allowed to undress in
front of him and his friend.” “At first
they just looked at me, watched me as I went to fetch drinks or snacks for them.
Then Pug’s friend started touching me. I begged Pug to take me home. Instead
they both undressed and I had sex with them all evening, over and over, every
way that there was. Ways I hadn’t even imagined.” “Not long
after that it happened again, then with another of Pug’s friends, then with
both of his friends at the same time. Then the recording started. Before long I
had a camera pointed at me all the time. Every weird and kinky sex act you
could imagine, I did it, and they recorded it.” “By then of
course, I had surrendered myself to Pug. I followed his rules, I dressed to
please him, I fucked who and where he wanted me to fuck. A couple of months ago
he told me that you were old enough now. He was going to start involving you in
our games. I drew the line. I absolutely refused. My mother instinct finally
kicked in I guess.” “But it was
too late. He told me that if I tried to interfere, if I did not, in fact, help,
he would take me to court with the recordings he had made he would get custody
of you and I would never see you again. I didn’t know what to do. The best I
could figure was that, if I did what he wanted, if I let him have you, at least
I could be here to help what little bit he would let me help.” “I’m sorry
darling. I know it sucks. I know you must think I am the worst mother in the
world. You are probably right. But I have no choice. And as awful as it seems,
I am so weak that I would probably go along even if he wasn’t holding the
movies over my head. It seems like there is no bottom. I just keep going lower
and lower.” “Now, the
rules, there aren’t that many but they can be unpleasant. You already know one
of them. You never cover up, ever.” She grabbed my chin and made sure she had
my attention and said, “You gotta listen baby, and you gotta remember. He can
make you hurt so bad if you don’t.” I nodded. I
hoped I could remember. I was in a daze; my brain seemed to be fogged over. It
was just too much for an eleven-year-old girl. “You never
say ‘no’ and you always say ‘Sir’.” I nodded
again. “I’m sorry
baby,” she said, quietly, almost as if she were talking to herself. “I can’t
help you. I’m too weak.” That was the
beginning. Life got hard after that. Kevin came over every day after school and
most weekends. Sometimes he even made me go to some empty room or broom closet
at school and suck his cock during lunch. Pug made me dress like a slut. Well,
that’s not quite right. Pug made me a slut, and then he made me dress
appropriately. He invited his friends over all the time and they had orgies
with mom and me. They filmed everything. Sometimes he
took us to a private club somewhere. We were always blindfolded on the way
there and back. Some nights at the club weren’t so bad. Mom and I would have to
pose for pictures until they got bored, nasty pictures. Then everyone would get
a little relief from my mom or me and go home. But nobody got hurt. Sometimes it
wasn’t so easy. Sometimes there were large groups of men who raped us, over and
over, for hours. Sometimes one or both of us were tied up and tortured.
Needles, wax, clothespins, whips, and things that I didn’t even know what they
were, only that they hurt, bad. When I was
fourteen I got knocked up. But the torture continued. I was terrified they were
going to hurt my baby. Or wait until she was eleven and then start torturing
her too. They watched
my belly get bigger and they filmed me doing all kinds of nasty things with my
big belly, things that seemed dangerous to me. So one day I
didn’t come home from school. I figured I couldn’t get any worse off. I had
squirreled away about fifty dollars. Not much, but I was not allowed to have
money so it was difficult, and dangerous. I took off instead of going to
school. By I found a
nice, medium sized city on the other side of the country and, with a lot of
effort and some luck, and a little help from some nice people, I started over. After Melody
was born and things settled down, I found a reliable daycare center and got a
dead end job. With food stamps and assistance with daycare I was getting by. I
took the GED test and did well on it. Turns out I am not as dumb as I thought I
was. Then I started going to night school at the local I was
working my butt off, but my daughter, my beautiful Melody, loved school and was
smart and as close to an angel as a nine-year-old can be. And she was safe.
There was nobody to torture her or turn her into a sex slave. Then, one
morning when I had finally gotten my head straight and more or less gotten over
the past, there was a knock at the door and, lo and behold, my darling daddy. I couldn’t
think. I knew that he wasn’t bluffing. If I kicked him out he would get custody
of Melody. If I called the cops it would be my word against his movie. If I ran
away again he would find me, if he didn’t actually have someone watching me
just in case. But if I caved, how could I protect my daughter from him. I knew the
answer to that question. I couldn’t. I knew that if I went back home with him,
then before long I would have to watch my daughter serving as his sex slave.
And just like I had watched my mother surrender to his perverted whims, my
daughter would see me in that same position, starting immediately. Pug was
ignoring me. He was sitting back watching my highlights movie on our little TV.
I could see that he had an erection. I had not seen a cock since I ran away
nine years ago, at least, not outside of my work at the hospital. I wasn’t
anxious to see another one, especially his. He glanced at me and saw where I
was looking. He smiled and said, “When you finally come to the inevitable
conclusion, get your ass over here and take care of this.” Then he went back to
watching TV. I looked at
the TV and saw that the current segment was of Kevin fucking me when I was
about twelve. After Pug took my virginity, and in this case “took” is the right
word, and had spent nearly a week fucking me at least once a day, he gave Kevin
permission to start using my pussy. Pug had
turned Kevin from the nice guy next door into a smaller version of himself. He
came over everyday after school and my mother and I would be in the house,
naked of course. Sometimes he would have sex with me and sometimes with my mom,
but often it was with both of us. Sometimes we would both suck his cock. Or one
of us would suck him, or get on top of him and fuck him while the other one sat
on his face so that he could lick her pussy. One of his favorite things to do
was to fuck me while my mother attempted to lick his balls. I wonder if
he still lives in the area. I wonder if he is still an asshole. I finally
gave in to the inevitable. I stood up and walked over to Pug. I knelt down,
unbuckled his belt, then I unfastened his pants. I pulled his pants and shorts
down to his ankles. He spread his knees and I started to bend down and suck his
cock. “Hold on,”
he said, and I looked up to see what he wanted. “You know I like my cocksuckers
naked.” I sighed,
despair sweeping over me as I stood up and undressed. As I was taking my bra
and panties off he said, “You should be thanking me, now you won’t have to wear
that shit anymore.” I knelt back
down, and bent down to take his large cock into my mouth and throat for the
first time in nine years. I had not, in all of those years, taken a cock into
my mouth. I had not even seen one outside of the hospital, and they don’t
count. It was very hard to get good at it again, especially the throat part. I
really struggled to take him into my throat and at last he got impatient and
used his hands to force my head down and finally it was done. Something about
that first time, it’s a barrier that is hard to cross. It was still hard after
that, but I knew from experience that it would get easier. I sucked him
until I felt that he was getting ready to cum. Then, as he had taught me, I
began to lightly tickle his balls with my fingertips until he filled my mouth
with his spend. I choked and
gagged a little, but he just watched in amusement until I finally managed to
get it under control and swallow his load. Then I licked him clean and knelt
waiting for his next command. He patted me
on the head and said, “Not bad, obviously out of practice. Don’t worry; you’ll
be good again in no time.” “Sir,” I
said, slipping back into my old habits, “Melanie will be home soon and I need
to get dressed.” “No, she
might as well get used to seeing you like this.” As the tears
started rolling down my cheeks he said, “Why don’t you use that sweet mouth of
yours to get me hard again. I have really missed that nice, tight pussy of
yours. I want to take it for a little ride.” I bent back
down and licked his cock and his balls and then started gently sucking on his
cock. Pug had always had remarkable powers of recuperation and it wasn’t long
at all before he was hard and throbbing in my mouth. “You want to
fuck out here or take me into your bedroom?” he asked. “In my
bedroom, please Sir,” I said, thinking of how little time there was before my
daughter came home. I stood up and started to lead him to my bedroom but he said,
“No, I don’t think so, not this time.” He pushed me
down to my knees, turned me so that I faced the front door, and then he knelt
behind me and, after a little fumbling, forced his hard cock all the way into
me in one hard stroke. It had been so long! God, for just a moment I didn’t
think about who was doing it and what the circumstances were, for a moment it
just felt good. Then I realized that I was here, on my knees facing the front
door because he wanted my Melody to come in and see me like this. He fucked me
slowly, taking long gentle strokes. It was very unlike his normal fuck, which
always was more like a violent rape than anything else. I couldn’t help it, as
terrified as I was that my baby would see me like this, it just felt so fucking
good! I was
getting close when suddenly the front door opened and my daughter rushed in and
closed the door, not even seeing me at first, all wrapped up in her own little
world. I tried to
pull away, but Pug held my hips firmly and kept stroking into me. Melody finally
looked up and saw us and came to a screeching halt with her mouth wide open. Pug spoke to
Melody, calmly, as if we were sitting in chairs fully dressed and nobody in the
room was getting fucked. “Hi
sweetheart, I bet you don’t know who I am.” Melody shook her head and he said,
“I am your grandfather. Your mother is my daughter. I came to take you two back
home to live with me and your grandmother. Isn’t that exciting?” All the
while he continued pumping into me. It had been feeling pretty good until the
front door opened. Now I was cold inside as I felt my new life come tumbling
down around me. “Mommy?”
Melody said, obviously disturbed by what she was seeing. “What is he doing to
you? Is he my grandfather?” I tried to
keep my voice steady as I forced myself to answer her questions. “Yes baby, he
is your grandfather. He is having intercourse with me. Intercourse is something
that grownups do sometimes. You go to your room and change out of your school
clothes now.” Pug
interjected, “! I have just met my granddaughter
for the first time; don’t send her out of the room! Sweetheart, you come over
here and sit down on the couch so we can talk.” Melody knew
at a gut level that this was not something she should be watching. But when I
didn’t say anything she walked over to the couch, staying as far from Pug and
me as she could. Melody
watched us for a minute or two; Pug continued his long, slow fucking. Then she
asked, “Mommy, what’s
“Intercourse,
sweetie,” I corrected reluctantly. “Usually it is what a husband and wife do
when they make love, after they get married. But in our family it is something
different than that. It is when a man puts his sex organ, his penis, into a
woman’s sex organ, a vagina. Then he moves it in and out until he gets a nice
feeling and then he is done. Remember when you saw those dogs and mommy
explained it all to you?” “I guess,”
she said, obviously confused by what she was seeing. I felt him
speed up and then he grabbed my hips and slammed into me, more like his normal
rape stroke for a few more minutes and then he came. I was relieved that it was
over, but afraid of what came next. He slipped his cock free and got up and sat
down beside Melody. I looked at him, pleading with my eyes. But I saw the look
on his face and I knew I would regret it if I didn’t do what was expected me. I swiveled
around and, as my daughter watched in disbelief, I leaned forward and sucked
Pug’s cock clean. When at last I was done I sat up on my heels. I felt the cum
dripping out of my slit and I stood up and started for the bathroom. “Hold on
there , come back over here,” Pug said. Then he
turned to Melody and said, “Is that the first time you ever saw two people
fucking, sweetheart?” “Yes sir,”
she said, not sure if she wanted to talk to him, and certainly uncomfortable
talking about sex. “Well ’, you are going to have to get used to it because
there is always a lot of it going on at our house. I bet you have never even
seen a man with no clothes on before, have you?” “No sir,” she
said. She kept looking at me, waiting for me to make everything normal again,
and I couldn’t. “,” Pug said, “Show Melody what comes out of a man’s
cock when he cums in a cunt.” I blanched
at both the language and the order. I should have driven a steak knife through
his heart as soon as he came into my house! “Melody,” I
began reluctantly, “a man’s penis, his sex organ, is sometimes called a cock.
And some people, vulgar people (I knew I would pay for that), call a woman’s
sex organ, her vagina, a cunt. When they have intercourse the man puts his cock
in the woman’s cunt and moves it in and out like your grandfather showed you
until he gets a real good feeling and then a white cream comes out of the hole
in the end of his cock and goes into the woman.” I reached down and scooped up
a couple of fingers full of the slimy cum running down my thigh and held them
out so that she could see it. She wrinkled
up her nose and said, “Yuck!” I reminded
her that she needed to go change out of her school clothes and she tried to
stand up. Pug started to stop her, but I was not going to leave the two of them
alone in the room. I guess he saw the defiance in my face and he let her go.
After all, he had plenty of time. My daughter
went to change clothes and I went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. I came
back out and reminded him quickly and quietly that he had said he would leave
my daughter alone. He promised
again that he would, but I knew he was lying. I was sure that she was the
reason he was here. I picked up
my clothes but he wouldn’t let me dress. He said, “We’ll find you something to
wear a little later. You got a baby sitter?” I nodded. “See if she
can come over after supper so you and me can go out and get a drink.” It was
starting again. I knew what he meant by go out for a drink. He would be showing
me off to strange men, probably even letting some of them fuck me. At the very
least I could count on having to give a few blowjobs to an occasional smelly
drunk. I called
Kara, the sixteen-year-old that I used for baby sitting and she said she would
be happy to sit for me after supper. Then I went into the kitchen and made
supper. Melody was
obviously uncomfortable with our nudity, but there was nothing I could do about
that. After supper I told Melody that Kara would be sitting for her and we were
going out for a little while. That was fine with her, she loved Kara. I cleaned up
the kitchen and went into my bedroom to try to find something to wear that was
sexy enough that Pug wouldn’t feel the need to modify it with a pair of
scissors. I didn’t
have anymore slut clothes, as soon as I left that purgatory I had lived in I
had become normal as quickly as possible. I was a very conservative person and
I dressed that way. I started looking at the dresses hanging in my small
closet. I was not well off and I didn’t have a lot. As I was looking I heard a
noise and turned around to find Pug behind me, dressed, finally. “I bet you
ain’t got shit to wear, do you?” “No,” I
said. “Once I left you I bought all normal clothes.” He shook his
head in disgust and moved me out of the way. He looked through my tops and none
of them were even translucent, much less transparent. They were unacceptable.
He looked at my dresses and one after the other he pushed them aside with a
look on his face that said, “Where did I go wrong with this girl!” Finally he
pulled out a wraparound sundress and I put it on. I knew he would be unhappy.
It was knee length and not transparent anywhere. It was a
relief to be dressed at last. I quickly brushed my teeth and my hair and
slipped on a pair of shoes and since Kara had arrived while I was getting ready
we left. Pug led me
to his old van and started driving. I don’t thing he knew where he was going,
but he drove around until he found the part of town that interested him, the
part of town with the strip clubs and adult bookstores and tattoo parlors and
bars. He parked in
front of an adult bookstore and we got out. I knew that he had taken my mother
to several of these back home, but I was always too young and he couldn’t get
me in. Now I was twenty-three and we walked right in. I was the
only woman in the store, of course. I was surrounded by pornography of the
nastiest kinds. All the men were watching me, some surreptitiously, most
staring openly. Pug led me around and I stood near him as he looked at some of
the magazines and a few of the movies. Then we drifted into the section where
the toys were. In addition to the dildos and vibrators and such, there was a
small selection of slut clothing. The clerk
came over and asked if he could help us. Pug said that he wanted me to try on a
couple of the items on display. He pointed out a tiny halter top that said, “It
ain’t gonna lick itself!” and a skirt that was so short that a cheerleader
couldn’t wear it. I told him
my sizes and the clerk went into the storeroom and brought out the items. Pug
took them from the clerk and as the clerk started to tell me that I would have
to use the restroom because they didn’t have fitting rooms, Pug said, “That’s
okay, she don’t need one.” Nine years
ago, just before I ran away, I could have done this easily. Not happily, but
easily. It was so hard now. I slowly unfastened the belt on my dress and then
the small hidden buttons holding it closed. I slipped it off and Pug took it
and handed me the skirt. I saw that every man in the store was gathered around
and watching as I stepped into the skirt and buttoned it around my waist. I
looked down and saw that if it did actually cover my pussy, and I wasn’t sure
that it did, it was just barely. Then he
handed me the top and I slipped it on quickly. When the men saw what it said
they chuckled and made some rude comments. Pug turned to them and said, “If one
of you guys will pay for the top, you can lick it all you want.” The men were
silent for a moment and then one of them said, “How much?” The clerk
said, “Twelve dollars, plus tax.” “Sold!” he
called out. I assumed we
would go out to the van, or into a side room, silly me. The man stepped forward
and pushed me into a low armchair at the end of the aisle. He knelt on the
dirty floor and pushed my legs wide apart, with a crowd of men watching
closely. Then he attacked my pussy with his mouth. He wasn’t that good, but he
was enthusiastic and before long I felt myself nearing the first orgasm in nine
years that wasn’t by my own hand. I closed my eyes and tried to keep it
discrete, but I was thrusting my hips up to meet his mouth and moaning in
pleasure. And then it was happening. I grabbed his hair and pulled him hard
into my crotch and came all over his face. Then I collapsed in embarrassment. While I had
been diverted, Pug had gotten someone else to pay for the skirt and as soon as
the man between my knees stood up another man knelt in front of me with a long,
hard cock sticking out of his pants. Before I fully realized what was happening
he was plunging it into me. The men really enjoyed the way my breasts swayed
violently with each thrust of the man’s cock and I was still a little high on
hormones from having some stranger eat me out, so before long I was ready to
cum around this man’s cock. And as soon as I felt him stiffen up and pump his
load into me that is just what I did. I wanted to
rest for a minute, but I knew what would happen if I didn’t finish the job. As
soon as the man stood up I leaned forward and sucked him clean. That was a
definite crowd pleaser. They also enjoyed it when Pug made me scoop up the cum
drooling out of my pussy and eat it. Pug had
gotten what he had come for and he pulled me to my feet and back out to the
van. He drove up and down the street a couple of times and finally picked out a
bar. We parked and I followed him into the bar. We each got a beer and then he
turned around to look at the bar and its patrons. I sipped on my beer and
wondered what the next indignity would be. We were on
our second beer when Pug ordered me to turn around on my stool and look pretty.
It was starting. He stood up
and started going around to the men at the tables. I looked around and saw that
I was the only female in the place. Pug stopped at each table and as he talked
the men would look at me and then back at him. I knew it was going to end in
sex, I just wasn’t sure where or how many men. After he had
been to all of the tables he went over to the man behind the bar. He talked to
him for a few minutes and then he came over and pulled me off of my stool and I
followed the bartender and Pug to a back room. There was a small cot against
the wall and Pug pulled the nasty, bare mattress off of it and dropped it on
the floor. Then he held out his hand and I knew what was expected. I slipped
off my little slut top and my little slut skirt and the bartender stared at me
in awe for a moment until Pug said, “Alright girl, it’s time to pay the man for
the use of the room.” I walked
over to the bartender and put my arms around him and kissed him. He put both
hands on my ass and kissed me back. But he wasn’t here for foreplay. He stepped
back and pulled his pants and shorts down and pushed on my shoulders. I dropped
down without even a thought of resisting and took his smelly cock into my
mouth. He was already hard and I easily took his average sized cock all the way
down. He was impressed and I heard him exclaim, “Holy shit!” I sucked him
enthusiastically. I seemed to be regaining my talent in that area. He came
quickly and I swallowed right away. Then I licked him clean and helped him with
his pants. Pug said,
“Wait here,” and then he and the bartender walked out together. I looked out
the door when they opened it and I saw a line of men. I wondered how many I
would be fucking tonight. Then it
started. Mostly they came in one at a time and I did whatever they wanted. A
couple of times two of them came in together. It didn’t matter to me. I sucked
them and licked them and fucked them with my pussy and my ass. And I always
cleaned them up afterwards. There was
nothing in here I could use as a rag to clean myself on, and after every few
fucks I had to scoop up the cum and swallow it. I knew that if anyone
complained to Pug that I was too sloppy or too messy to fuck that I would be
punished. It went on for hours. I guess he wasn’t charging very much because it
seemed like just about everyone that had been out front came in, and then some. Pug finally
came back and collected me. As I was dressing in my new slut outfit he said,
“Congratulations, you just paid for the trip home. I think that’s only right
since it’s your fault I had to come and get your ass.” “Yes sir,” I
said. That was the only appropriate response most times when talking to Pug.
Just about anything else got you into trouble. I was
allowed to use the restroom before leaving and I cleaned up as much as I could
before we left. I had to give him directions to get back to my house. We went
in and I paid Kara and I checked on Melody before I went to bed, with Pug. I woke up
during the night and Pug wasn’t there. I panicked and shot out of bed and went
to Melody’s room. Pug was in there, standing over her, looking down and playing
with his cock. I watched for a minute and then he realized I was there and he
went back to bed. I excused myself so that I could get a glass of water. While I was
drinking the water my eyes fell on the little wooden block holding my sharp
knives. I would not normally have had the nerve, but finding him in Melody’s room,
knowing that leaving here with him was tantamount to surrendering my daughter
to this beast, I knew what I had to do. I grabbed
the biggest, sharpest knife I owned and hid it behind my back. I turned out the
light and walked quietly but purposefully back to my bedroom. Pug was lying on
his stomach and when I came in he said, “Since we’re up anyway, why don’t you
get down there and eat out my ass for a little while, slut.” I walked to
the side of the bed and I didn’t even hesitate. I was terrified, of course, not
of what I was about to do, but of failing. I didn’t
fail. The knife sliced right through his neck. He didn’t die instantly, he
gasped for air for a few seconds, but I had damaged his spinal cord. He
couldn’t move. He just gasped and quivered until he was dead. There wasn’t even
that much blood. I cleaned myself off in the bathroom. Then I went to Melody’s
room and told her to get up and get dressed. I called
Kara’s mother. I apologized for calling at such an ungodly hour, but I told her
that I had an emergency and I had to get Melody out of the house for a while
because there were going to be police here in a few minutes. Kara’s mother,
Monica, and I had been friends for a long time. But I never let myself get too
close to anyone so it wasn’t like we were best friends or anything. But she is
a nice person and a good friend and she was at my door in minutes. She asked
what was wrong and if she could help. I thought she deserved some explanation,
but I didn’t want Melody to hear it so I had her wait out in the car with Kara.
When she
left I said, “Monica, I was abused as a child. My stepfather raped me on a
daily basis, and shared with his friends and strangers alike. I finally ran
away when they got me pregnant at the age of fourteen. He found me today. He
came to get me. He came for Melody. He was going to take us back and do all of
those things to her and I couldn’t stand it so I killed him. I don’t know if I
can prove it, so I don’t know how long I will be gone. I imagine if they charge
me then Child Services will come for Melody. But that will be better than what
was going to happen to her. Monica was
crying harder than I was by the time I finished. She hugged me and promised to
take care of Melody. As soon as they left I called the police. I figured it
wasn’t an emergency because he couldn’t get any deader, so I called on the
regular number and told the desk sergeant that I had just killed my stepfather
for raping me. He paused
for a moment and got my name and address and then he sent a car over. He kept
me on the phone while I was waiting and, after he read me my rights over the
phone he kept asking me questions. It was rather annoying when I had to answer
them again when the patrolmen got there. And then again when I was delivered to
the police station and turned over to the homicide detectives. I managed to
take that tape Pug had brought so that they could see some of what I had been
through. I told them
everything. I was as honest and open as I could be. They looked at the tape and
they contacted the cops back home who promptly sent a car out to my mother’s
house. At first she wouldn’t talk to them. Not until she found out I had killed
Pug. Then she told them everything. And she turned over his entire movie
collection. All the evidence they could need. The cops
from home called the local cops and told them what they had found. The local
cops called the DA’s Office and I went through it all again with two people
from the DA’s Office. Then they left me alone for a while. I had been
at the police station all night. I was surprised at how nice everyone was. I
fully expected to be arrested and thrown into a cell right away. I hadn’t even
seen a cell yet! It was I thanked
them for being so understanding. They gave me a ride home and then I drove over
to get Melody. I told Monica and Kara what had happened and they told me if I
needed anything to please let them know. It sounded like they meant it! I took
Melody home and she had a lot of questions. And I had a lot of things to try to
explain to a nine-year-old who really was too young to understand most of it. Then I had
to shop for a new mattress. I finally
got some sleep on the couch for a few hours. When I woke up I started wondering
about my mother. I called their old number and mom answered. As soon as I
identified myself she hung up. I guess she was upset that I had killed her
husband. Things are
back to normal for Melody and me. It has been a couple of months and I had to
go in to the station once to sign some statements, but that was about it, I
guess. The story
was in the paper for a few days. I had to convince my head nurse that I wasn’t
a serial murderer. Beyond that they didn’t seem to care at work that I had just
killed my stepfather. The only
thing is, gee it was nice getting fucked again! Maybe I could use a boyfriend. Dani Comments?
Criticism? Email vulgus@hotmail.com To that small
group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my previous efforts and encouraged
me, thank you. I have had some
requests to go into more detail about life between
the age of eleven when she was first abused by her stepfather and the age
fourteen when she finally ran away. Since I am not in the middle of anything at
the moment I thought I would give writing a prequel a shot. I was raised
by a single mom until I was nine. I didn’t much notice that my family wasn’t
like everyone else’s until I was five or six. They say you can’t miss what you
never had, but I can recall lying in bed at night and fantasizing about having
a loving, protecting father to watch over me and take me and my mom places. The
older I got the more often I indulged in that fantasy. But the man in my
fantasy never had a face. My mother
almost never dated during those years. I could count on the fingers of one hand
the times she had gone out with someone when I was younger. And I don’t recall
her ever going on a second date with anyone. Not until she met Pug Franklin. Pug seemed
to be everything my mother was looking for in a man. He was big and strong and
a real “take charge” kind of guy. He had his own business and knew what he
wanted out of life. In many ways he was the archetypical male chauvinist pig. He
was just exactly what the average women’s libber was up in arms about. And just
exactly the kind of man my mother was looking for. Pug recognized
the submissive streak in my mother immediately. He had found the woman he was
looking for, and the fact that she had a cute little daughter was a huge bonus.
He started taking over our lives. He began in the traditional way, taking my
mother out to dinner and a movie. Mom was swept right off of her feet. So was I.
Almost immediately Pug started including me in their dates. He would take us to
the zoo, or to a movie. We went to the circus when it came to town. He courted
me just like he did my mother, and I fell for him just like my mom did. Now the
loving, protective father in my fantasies had a face. He looked just exactly
like Pug. When Pug would pick me up and hold me in his lap I was so happy I
could almost purr. I guess he
had mom purring too, because within four months of their first meeting they
were engaged. Two months later they were married. Mom and I moved out of our
apartment into Pug’s nice large house. It was the first time we had ever lived
in a house. It was a very exciting time. And Pug spoiled me rotten. He was
always bringing me little presents home. All of those dolls that my friends had
but mom could never afford to give me. He built me a huge doll house. If a
genie had given me three wishes right then, there would have been nothing for
me to wish for. I had it all. The entire
first year that we lived with Pug was pretty close to heaven. Mom was just as
happy as I was. She had quit her job at Pug’s insistence and was now a stay at
home mom. She happily cooked and cleaned and waited on Pug hand and foot. There were
never any arguments. Mom always did as she was told, and so did I. But after a
year Pug started making changes. One evening Pug told mom that he thought that
she was a beautiful woman and it was time that she started dressing more like
it. He told her that the next day, Saturday, we would go shopping for a new
wardrobe for her. He said that she needed to start wearing shorter skirts and
sexier tops, showing off a little. My mother
was not happy to hear that. She was a very shy and conservative person. From
the sounds I heard coming from their bedroom from time to time she enjoyed sex.
But sex and sexuality and sexiness were all reserved for Pug and only in the
bedroom. She tried to explain to him that she was quite happy with the clothing
she had now and it wasn’t necessary to go spending a lot of money on clothes
that she probably wouldn’t even wear. I was in the
room for this discussion, but not really paying much attention. For some
reason, though, I had been looking at Pug when my mother said that. The look
that came over his face terrified me, and I think my mother too. Pug stood up
and took my mother’s hand and pulled her along quickly to their bedroom. I only
heard, “DON’T YOU EVER” before the door slammed and then I could only hear his
loud but indistinct voice coming from the back of the house. I didn’t
know what was going on, but I was scared. I didn’t know if they were coming
back out to the living room and it was almost my bed time so I picked up my
things and turned the light off and went to my bedroom. I put my pajamas on and
went to bed and lay there in the dark wondering what had happened. It was
probably fifteen minutes later that Pug came in and said goodnight. He sat on
the edge of the bed and said that he was sorry I had to see that. He explained
that sometimes my mother forgot her place and needed correcting. It didn’t mean
that he didn’t still love her. He sat me up and hugged me close and said, “And
of course I will always love you
Pug kissed
me on the forehead and laid me back down and tucked me and said goodnight and
all was well with the world again. I wasn’t sure what my mother had done, but I
was glad that he had gotten it straightened out. The next day
at breakfast mom was very quiet, not her usual chipper self. But Pug acted like
everything was normal and he wasn’t mad so I just ate my breakfast and Pug and
I talked about school. After
breakfast I was cleaning off the table and helping clean up the kitchen. The
trash can was full so I tied the bag up and pulled it out of the can and took
it out back to the garbage can. To my amazement I saw that both cans were full
to overflowing and there were large trash bags piled beside them. I looked
inside a few of them and realized that all of my mother’s clothes had been
thrown away! I went back
inside and started to ask my mom what was going on but she shushed me. I
replaced the trash bag and went to sit down in my seat at the kitchen table but
Pug grabbed me and pulled me into his lap. “You curious
about what happened to your mother’s clothes, ?”
he asked. I nodded. “Your mom is
a beautiful woman, isn’t she?” he asked. I guess most
kids think their mom’s are beautiful. But my mom really was. She had long
blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. She had a figure like one of the girl’s in
Pug’s “Playboy Magazine”. I know because he left them all around the house and
he didn’t mind if I looked at them. Mom had tried to object but Pug insisted
that I would benefit from them. I said, “Yes
sir, mom is the prettiest woman I ever saw!” “I think so
too,” said Pug. “But she dresses like an old bag lady or something! So today we
are going to go shopping and buy her a bunch of pretty clothes so she can stop
hiding how pretty she is. Maybe we’ll even buy you a dress or two. Okay?” I didn’t
know what my mom could possibly be so upset about. That sounded like a great
idea to me. I know I would love to be getting a whole bunch of new clothes! I
nodded my agreement to Pug and he gave me a hug and kissed my cheek and put me back
down. Then we went
shopping. It was the strangest shopping trip ever. We went to the mall first.
But we didn’t get much there. We went to We stopped
in a store that sold kids clothes and Pug bought me two dresses. Mom thought
that they were too short but one look from Pug and she shut up. After Pug
had paid for the dresses he picked out for me we went out to the car and he
drove to a place called Sweet Nothings. We went in and when I looked around I
saw that it was sort of like Pug started
picking out clothes for mom and handing them to her. When her arms were full we
went to the changing rooms. There were several of them lined up along one wall
of the store. There was a man waiting for a girl in one of the booths to try
something on. And there was another man who was apparently alone and shopping
for something for his wife I guess. So I was really surprised when Pug held the
door open while mom took her dress off so that she could try on one of the new
dresses. I was really
surprised that she was naked under her dress. But even more surprised that she
would get undressed right there in front of everyone. She looked real
embarrassed, but she didn’t say anything or try to hide or nothing! I glanced
at the two men who were nearby and they were both staring at my mom too. Mom tried on
all of the dresses and she really looked hot in them. they were short and tight
and a few of them were so thin you could see her boobs through them. I mean you
could actually see her nipples! Mom wasn’t
too happy about the new clothes, but she looked great in them. Pug took all of
them and set them by the cash register and they went through more racks and
picked out more stuff. Short skirts and sexy blouses and short shorts and
halter tops and all kinds of stuff that she ended up trying on in front of the
growing crowd of customers. She looked
real sexy in the clothes and Pug ended up buying everything, except a couple of
times I had to take something back to the rack and pick the next smaller size.
The total cost was over nine hundred dollars when they finally added it all up.
It took all three of us, and one of the clerks, two trips to carry it all to
the car. That was
when things started to change. It took a while for mom to get comfortable in
her new clothes, but eventually she accepted it. She really did look hot. But
eventually she started to seem more like her old chipper self and began acting
normally around me and Pug. All was fine
until one day Pug came home from work and he went directly to the kitchen to
talk to mom. I saw his face as he went past the living room and he was upset
about something. I heard him say something loudly, but I didn’t understand what
he was talking about. Then he pulled my mother back to their bedroom and I
heard him yelling at her. I got
nervous and decided to go to my room and as I got close to their bedroom I
heard the sound of my mother being spanked. I didn’t know what I was hearing at
first. I stood in the hall in shock as I heard the loud smack of flesh hitting
flesh and my mothers cries of pain. I ran into my room and closed the door and
was dismayed at how loud the noises coming from down the hall still sounded. He
must be hitting her very hard. I finally lay on my bed and put my pillow over
my head and blocked out most of the sound. The sounds
finally stopped, except for my mother’s quiet sobbing. That too quickly quieted
down and then I heard their door open. My mother went to the kitchen to finish
getting supper ready and Pug came into my room and sat on my bed. He saw that
I was scared and he pulled me into his arms and hugged me and said he was sorry
that I had been scared but that my mother had been very bad and he had no
choice but to punish her. That was part of his job as a husband. He was
holding me close and his hand was on my thigh, rubbing me, calming me. He
assured me that he still loved my mom and me, but sometimes he had to be stern.
Then he stood me up and patted me on the backside and told me to wash up for
dinner. Mom was
quiet at dinner. She looked embarrassed, but she had stopped crying and seemed
to be getting over it. I wondered what she had done wrong, but I was afraid to
ask. After dinner
I was informed that I would have a baby sitter tonight because they were going
to a party. I was happy about that because that must mean they weren’t mad. I watched TV
while they got dressed and when mom came out to leave I was shocked. The dress
she was wearing was short and tight and almost see-through. It was black, but
when she stood in the light you could see her skin through the black mesh. I
couldn’t believe she would wear it out. But she did. I sat and
watched TV with my babysitter until they got home just before But Pug
seemed quite happy. He was smiling and he grabbed me and picked me up and
kissed me and asked me if I had a good time. I nodded and said, “What’s wrong
with mom?” “She had a
bit more partying that she is used to I’m afraid. But don’t worry; she’ll be alright
in the morning. She just needs a little rest.” I found out
later that this was the first night that Pug shared her with his friend. Mom was
never quite the same after that. She did all of the things she was supposed to
do, and said the things she was supposed to say, but she never seemed quite the
same. I was
changing too. My breasts were beginning to grow, at first just puffy little
nipples protruding slightly from my flat chest, but then it seemed like almost
over night they were recognizable as breasts. Pug frequently complimented me on
how fast I was growing up and what a pretty young lady I was becoming.
Sometimes he even put his hand on one of my boobs and squeezed it. I knew
enough to know he wasn’t supposed to do that, but I looked at mom and I knew
she saw him, and she didn’t say anything. So I didn’t say anything. Mom took me
to get a training bra, but I almost had an A cup by the time we got around to
it. I was pretty self conscious about it. It seemed like all the boys, even all
the old men were always looking at my boobs. I don’t know if I was upset
because they were too small or too big. I was beginning to realize that they
were powerful though. Things
coasted along like this for a little while, several weeks anyway, until mom did
something else to make Pug mad, something to do with the household budget. I
was in the living room doing my homework when Pug came home and sat down. Mom
brought him a beer and the mail and he started opening the envelopes. I almost
screamed when he suddenly yelled, “Gina! Get your ass in here!” Mom came
rushing in; her face was white as a sheet. He handed
her a piece of paper, a bank statement and said, “Can you explain this?” She didn’t
say anything, at least not anything that made sense. She stuttered a few words
that didn’t mean anything and then just said, “I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t realize
I went over.” Pug placed
the mail on the table beside him and pulled my mother down over his lap. He
pulled her skirt up and yanked her underwear down and as she begged him not to
do this in front of me he started spanking her. Hard! It hurt me to hear it. Mom was
howling in pain when he finally finished and he stood her up and made her stand
in the corner with her skirt up to her waist. That was the
first time I had seen him spank her. It would not be the last. I stood up
to go to my room but as I neared him Pug pulled me into his lap and told me not
to be upset. He was just doing his job as a husband and daddy like he explained
before. Discipline was important, he explained and it was his job to maintain
it. As he talked his hand slid up my thigh and his thumb was resting right
against my pussy, separated only by the thin nylon of my underwear. I had
noticed that lately it seemed like every time I was pulled into his lap his
hand got farther up under my dress, or spent more time touching one of my
quickly growing breasts. This was the
first time he had touched my pussy though and I gasped at the touch and the
sensations it caused. He ignored my reactions and continued calming me down and
finally he just held me in his arms for a while, with his thumb softly pressed
against my pussy the entire time. Finally he
sent my mother back to finish supper and I saw when she walked by us that she
could see where his finger was, but she said nothing. That evening
we went back to the clothing store where my mom had gotten her new wardrobe a
while back. I had to go to since they hadn’t arranged for the babysitter. There were
several couples at the store, shopping for the wives or girlfriends, or
whatever they were. Pug picked out several new outfits for mom. They were even
more revealing than the first ones. And again she was forced to try them on
with the changing room door wide open. A crowd quickly gathered and I was so
embarrassed for my mother. I was about
to be more embarrassed. Pug said that he thought a couple of those outfits
would be perfect for me. He took me to the racks and picked out several outfits
that were about my size. I had
reservations. I thought they looked great on mom, but I was only eleven! But I
knew better than to argue with Pug. I could just see myself thrown over Pug’s
lap with my bare butt getting spanked right here in the store. Maybe I
should have gone for the spanking. Pug pushed my mother out of the way and she
stood there holding her new outfits while Pug made me step into the changing
booth and try on the new outfits, with the door wide open and everyone
watching. I was mortified. I looked at my mother but she just looked own at the
floor. I turned my
back on the crowd and slipped my blouse and skirt off and put on one of the new
dresses. When I turned around I noticed that most of the crowd was gone now.
They obviously realized how inappropriate it was for a girl my age to be
changing in public. I looked in
the mirror and I have to admit I looked hot, too hot for an eleven-year-old,
but still, it was good for my ego. For the next dress I had to remove my bra,
it wouldn’t fit under the dress. When I was covered up I turned around again
and Pug really loved this one. When I looked in the mirror I could easily see
why. My panties were about an inch from looking out from under my skirt and my
puffy little nipples stuck out proudly. I noticed
that two men were still standing nearby and watching as I changed. I turned
back around and with my back to my audience I removed the dress and put on the
last one. When Pug had been given a chance to approve of the last dress I
turned back around and put my own clothes back on. When I reached for my bra
Pug said, “Don’t bother with that now. We have to get going.” I dropped
the bra and put on my blouse. I was embarrassed at how visible my young breasts
were without the bra underneath the light blouse. I picked up the new outfits
and held them in front of me and we went up to the cash register. One of the
two men who had been staring at me as I changed was the clerk! He smiled at me
and took my dresses from me and got a close look at my chest before turning to
his work. Mom and I
stood back and waited quietly. I didn’t take a deep breath until I was back in
the car and on the way home. It had been a pretty humiliating shopping trip. I
could only imagine what it had been like for mom who had been forced to strip
naked and face the crowd that was watching eagerly while she changed in and out
of the various outfits. The next
night Pug took mom out again and I had a babysitter again. I had a new baby
sitter this time. Apparently the old one, the one that had been my baby sitter
for years, wouldn’t come back after seeing the way mom came home the last time. This time it
was a man about Pug’s age. I didn’t like him much; there was just something
about him that made me uncomfortable. As they were
leaving Pug told the babysitter to make sure I took a shower and was in bed by
ten since it was a school night. I saw the look on my mother’s face as they
left. I wondered if she was scared for me or for herself. I was no
longer allowed to wear pants or shorts so I was left with only my uncomfortably
short skirts and dresses. Every time I looked at my new babysitter he seemed to
be trying to look up my skirt. I tried to
watch TV for a while but my new babysitter kept trying to talk to me. He kept
asking me questions I thought were very inappropriate. For instance he
complimented me on my figure and asked me what size my breasts were. He even
asked me if I was still a virgin! I told him I was going to go take a shower. I went to my
room and shut my door. I undressed quickly and put on my robe and went into the
bathroom across the hall. I couldn’t lock the door. None of the doors in the
house except the front and back entry doors had locks on them. But I was so
used to not being able to lock the doors that I never even thought about it.
Not until I opened my eyes after I had rinsed off and realized that the door
was open. I peeked
around the shower curtain and saw that I was alone so I grabbed my towel and
dried off quickly. Then I stepped out of the tub and reached for my robe. I
heard a noise and looked at the door, but I didn’t see anything. I hurried to
my room and put on my pajamas. I went to
bed and turned out my light, but I was afraid to go to sleep and I lay awake
until I heard my mom and Pug come home. I listened and heard Pug and the
babysitter talking for a long time. Then things got quiet for a while. I didn’t
know what was going on because I knew that he was still here. After about
fifteen minutes I heard him leave and my parents come down the hall and go into
their bedroom. Pug came in
after a little while to check on me. He was in his under shorts, which I assumed
must be what he slept in, but he smelled faintly of that same odor my mom had
been reeking of after their last night out. I didn’t know what it was, but it
was mildly unpleasant. He saw that
I was still awake and he asked me if I had a nice evening. I told him that Ted,
the new babysitter was a little weird, but I didn’t mention that I was pretty
sure that he had peeked at me in the shower. He gave me a hug and held me close
with his hand worming down into my pajama bottoms and running lightly through the
newly sprouted pubic hair hidden there. I had become accustomed to his touching
me this way. It made me uncomfortable, but mom didn’t say anything, and I
didn’t know who else to complain to. Pug chuckled
and said, “Aw, Ted’s okay. You just have to get used to him. He has been a
friend of mine for years. “That
explains a lot,” I thought to myself. The next
day, I was playing a board game with the boy that lives next door, Kevin, when
my father came in from the garage after noticing a scratch on the car. I related
these events previously in “ Does the Right
Thing,” but I include them here for anyone who missed it. The story continues
at Page 49, Line 12. Mom told Pug
that someone had pushed a shopping cart into the car in the grocery store
parking lot a couple of days ago. He was
furious. First she had scratched the car, but more seriously she had not told
him. He pulled her across his lap, right there in front of my friend and me,
and flipped her skirt up over her back, baring her bottom to us. I noticed that
she wasn’t wearing underwear. Dad spanked
her furiously, and then he ordered her to stand in the corner with her skirt up
so that her red bottom was showing. My friend,
who was thirteen at the time stared in awe at my mom’s backside for a minute and
then, with a face as red as paint, said that he guessed he should go home now. But my dad
said, “That’s alright son. You two go ahead and play your game. This is a good
lesson for you. It is wonderful to have a good woman in your life, but you have
to keep your eye on them all the time and the more discipline you give them the
better they behave. Ain’t that right Gina?” Mom was
still crying quietly in the corner, but she managed to choke out, “Yes sir.” Then he said
to my friend, “You ever see a woman naked before Kevin?” Kevin was as
embarrassed as my mother and I were. He said quietly, “No sir, never!” “Get your
ass over here, Gina!” my dad called to her and she looked around at him. “Sir,
please, no, not in front of the kids! That’s wrong. Please, I can’t,” mom
pleaded with him. I noticed that she no longer used his name, or terms of
endearment. If she called him anything at all now it was “sir”. I saw the
furious look on dad’s face when she balked, and he started to take his belt
off. Mom gave in and rushed to his side. “I’m sorry sir; please don’t spank me
any more.” Dad stopped
taking his belt off, but left it unfastened in case mom gave him anymore
trouble. “Take off
that dress,” dad ordered. “Kevin is almost a man. It’s about time he found out
what a woman is all about.” I thought
surely that my conservative, church going mother would draw the line here. But
I watched as that look of resignation I saw on her face so often lately
returned, and she reached around and unfastened the catch at the top of her
dress and then pulled the zipper down her back. She allowed the top to slide
off her shoulders and down her arms and then she closed her eyes and slid it
down past her hips and let it fall to the floor. Dad smiled
and said to Kevin, “What do you think, boy, looks pretty damn good for an old
broad, don’t she?” “Yes sir!”
Kevin exclaimed. “She’s beautiful!” “Yeah,” dad
said, “I make sure she stays in shape. You can go ahead and get up and take a
closer look if you want.” Kevin was
looking at mom and the tears rolling down her cheeks, and then he glanced at me
and saw how shocked I was. He looked at dad and said, “Are you sure sir? She’s
really crying and, well, gee, I don’t know.” “That’s alright
son. A lot of women cry when they get embarrassed. But it’s good for them to be
embarrassed. It keeps them on their toes, right Gina?” “Yes sir,”
mom said, just barely above a whisper. “Besides,”
dad went on, “she is being punished. You should be uncomfortable when you are
being punished.” Kevin got to
his feet and stepped closer to mom. He said, “Is it okay Mrs. Franklin?” Mom nodded
her head and said, “Yes Kevin, whatever Mr. Franklin says is okay.” I was
embarrassed for her. I was embarrassed to be sitting here watching. But I
couldn’t help admiring her beautiful figure. I hoped I looked that good when I
got to be her age. Dad stood up
and reached out and squeezed my mothers breast gently, then hefted it in has
hand as thought weighing it. “Look at that tit!” he exclaimed proudly. “That is
just about as perfect a tit as you will ever see son. Go ahead, feel how firm
that is.” Kevin said,
“That okay sir, I couldn’t do that.” But dad
wasn’t taking no for an answer from anyone. “Now son, you have a perfect
learning opportunity here. I’d be real disappointed if you didn’t take
advantage of it. Go ahead, put your hand up and see how nice that feels.” Kevin did as
he was told and with a look of total awe on his face he gently wrapped one of
his small hands around my mother’s breast. He held it
for a moment and then dad showed him how best to caress a woman’s breast and
how to bring a nipple to attention. He guided Kevin’s head forward and
instructed him on kissing and sucking and gently biting on a woman’s breast. After dad
was satisfied that he had learned that lesson he made my mother spread her legs
apart and he showed Kevin all there was to know about a woman’s pussy. He
showed Kevin how wet she was and explained that that meant that my mom was
excited and enjoying herself. “Now watch
this,” dad said. Kevin and I both watched as dad started sawing a couple of
fingers in and out of my mother’s pussy and then he told Kevin to put his
fingers on mom’s clitoris and rub it gently for a few minutes. I was
shocked to see my mother have an orgasm at the hands of my father and my
friend. Dad explained to Kevin, and to me, since I was listening, all about
orgasms and told him that maybe next time he would have mom teach him about
fucking. Then he
turned to me and asked, “Were you paying attention ?
You’re filling out pretty nicely and pretty soon you will be standing right up
there with your mom,” he said with a look of anticipation on his face. I looked to
my mother, but she said not a word. Mom was
ordered back to her corner, but this time she was to stand with her back to the
wall. Kevin and I tried to resume our game, but we couldn’t concentrate. Kevin
couldn’t stop staring at my mother standing naked, almost close enough to
touch. And I was so embarrassed I just wanted to go to my room. So finally
Kevin went home and I was able to leave the room where my mother was being so
humiliated. From then on
things changed between Pug and I. Pug had been discretely fondling me for
months now. After the day he made my mother undress in front of Kevin things
changed. It wasn’t discrete anymore. And it wasn’t just now and then. Several
times a day I would find myself in Pug’s lap with his hand on my breasts or up
my skirt and down my panties and he would play with me for minutes at a time
while my mother struggled not to see it. Or he would lightly pinch my nipples
and squeeze my small, but rapidly growing breasts. I thought
that Kevin would be too embarrassed to come back after that. Just the opposite
was the case. After that he came back every afternoon. In the beginning I had
always suspected that one of the major attractions for him when he came over
was that I was always wearing short skirts and as careful as I was he almost
always got a peek or two at my panties. Now the attraction was my mother. Even
though she was always dressed in the admittedly sexy clothes that Pug made her
wear, Kevin kept staring at her as though he could still see her naked. I
wanted to tell him to stop coming over, but he was the only kid I knew that
lived anywhere nearby. That was why we spent so much time together. After seeing
my mother naked, however, and having the opportunity to touch her, he came over
everyday. It was obvious he wasn’t here to see me. It was only three days later
that my father found another excuse to punish my mother in front of Kevin and
me. Kevin and I
were playing a board game in the living room and my father was reading the
paper. I was always nervous around my father now, even more so whenever Kevin
was there. As I was about to learn, I had every right to be. My father
suddenly called out, “Gina! Get your ass in here!” Kevin and I
jumped, startled. I knew right away that something bad was going to happen. I
glanced at Kevin and was disappointed to see that this was what he had been
hoping for. The look of excitement and anticipation on his face was
unmistakable. I was
getting to the age that I was starting to understand guys and what was always
on their minds. I was aware of the leers, the stares at my budding breasts from
nearly every male of every age. I felt a strange mixture of embarrassment and
excitement. I felt power! Breasts are a powerful force of nature. Still, Kevin
was my friend. It just seemed like he should be more sensitive to how I felt.
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking. What can I say, I’m blonde. My mother
came rushing in to the living room. I could see that her face was white, and
that she had no idea what she had done. He held the
newspaper out and exploded, “What the hell is this?!” His voice was full of
outrage. “I cut out
some coupons, Sir. You are always telling me that I spend too much money on
food. I am trying to cut back on my spending Sir.” “I told you
never to cut up the newspaper before I have read it, didn’t I?” he asked
loudly. “But Sir,
there was nothing on the back of it but more grocery ads.” “I don’t
give a flying fuck bitch!” he yelled. “I gave you an order! Christ! When will
you learn to obey! Get undressed.” “Oh god,” I
thought. “Please not again.” I looked up
at him and fearfully pleaded with him, “Please Sir, please not again. Please,
not in front of Kevin.” He turned to
my mother and said, “Now look, bitch. Now you are being a bad influence on your
daughter! Now I have to teach you both a lesson!” My mother
sobbed, but didn’t say a word as she quickly removed her dress. Kevin stared in
fascination this time. After the last time he knew it was not only alright, but
encouraged. My father
turned to me and yelled, “Stand up and get over here young lady!” I was
terrified. I was eleven years old. I had never been spanked or slapped or
anything. I didn’t know what was going to happen. I only knew that if my mother
had to put up with it, there was no hope for me. “I am going
to make sure you are raised right young lady,” my stepfather said. His voice
sounded furious. It was years before I thought back to that day and realized it
had all been a put on, an act to scare me into complying. It worked. I stood
before my father trembling in fear. “You don’t
ever talk back to me again! Do you understand?” I didn’t
understand. I hadn’t talked back! I just pleaded with him not to embarrass my
mother and me in front of my friend. But I saw the look in his face and I knew
that if I said the wrong thing I was going to feel that belt for the first
time. And I was a coward. “Take off
your clothes, young lady. And be quick about it!” he commanded. I glanced
quickly at my mother and saw only anguish. I glanced at Kevin and saw
excitement. I looked back at my stepfather, fully intending to plead with him.
But I saw that he was already unbuckling his belt. I had the distinct
impression that he was hoping I would “back talk” him again so that he could
use it. I was eleven
years old and my body was starting to resemble that of a young woman. The idea
of undressing in front of, not only my stepfather and my mother, but the boy
next door, a boy I saw every day, I don’t believe I could have been more
humiliated if he had made me do it on the sidewalk outside! I was still
hesitating and he started pulling his belt free. As I said, I was a coward. If
my mother could not fight him, how could I, an eleven-year-old girl hope to? I pulled my
t-shirt off. As my lacy little training bra came into view I kept my eyes on
the floor. I couldn’t face anyone in the room. I dropped my t-shirt on the
floor and unfastened my modest little skirt. I pushed it over my burgeoning
hips and let it slide down my legs and kicked it aside. Now I stood
in only my lace trimmed little girl’s bra and panties. The ones that had made
me feel so grown up when I talked my mother into getting them for me. I saw
movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced up to see Kevin moving closer
for a better view. I wanted to yell at him, but I didn’t dare. I tried to
decide what to remove next. The last time anyone had seen me uncovered was when
my mother had bought me my first training bra. Now that I actually had
something growing on my chest it was even more embarrassing. I had
hesitated as long as I dared and finally I reached between the little cups of
the bra and unfastened it. I couldn’t look up, but I knew that they were
watching me undress. I could feel their eyes on my breasts, which were now the
size of an apple cut in half. My puffy little nipples were tingling and I was
upset with myself for having any reaction at all. My mother
had finished undressing quickly and now everyone was watching me as I hooked my
thumbs into my panties and pushed them down. I kicked them over with the rest
of my clothes and then stood with my hands and arms covering as much of my body
as I possibly could. “Gina,” dad
said. “Tell the rule about her arms.” My mother
spoke so quietly I could hardly hear her. “Modesty is not permitted. When
ordered to undress you are to stand up straight with your arms at your side
until instructed otherwise. Failure to obey this rule will result in severe
punishment.” I dropped my
arms to my side quickly and stood naked in front of two males for the first
time in my life. I guess it could have been worse. My stepfather had, after
all, already begun to molest me. He frequently touched my breasts through my
clothing. And it had also become common place for him to pull me into his lap
and reach into my underwear and rub my pussy. But to be naked, and in front of
Kevin for Christ’s sake! My
stepfather ordered me to stand beside my mother. He wanted to compare our
bodies. I moved
quickly to stand beside her. As I moved I could feel their eyes watching my
butt move. When I was
beside my mom my stepfather stood up and stood in front of me. He glanced over
at Kevin and waived him closer to join him. Kevin stood beside my dad, right in
front of my mother. Together
they examined both of our bodies this time and compared them. I had become more
or less accustomed to being groped by my stepfather, but when Kevin put his
hand over my breast I nearly fell to the floor. I don’t know if it was
embarrassment or nerves or what, but I was shaking so bad I was having trouble
standing. It was even
worse when their focus shifted to my vagina. I felt Kevin slide his finger into
me as my stepfather warned him not to bust my cherry, yet. “Kevin my
boy, I think that this would be an excellent time for Gina to teach how to suck a cock, don’t you?” “Yes Sir!”
Kevin almost squealed like a girl he was so excited, the bastard! Dad directed
Kevin to drop his pants and lay down on the coffee table. I turned my face
away. I didn’t want to see. I had never seen a penis, and I wasn’t ready to see
one now. While Kevin
undressed and got into position my father stepped up behind me and I felt his
cock rubbing on my back as he reached around and toyed with my small, immature
breasts. As he moved his hands and his cock over me he said to me quietly,
“Your mom is going to suck on Kevin’s cock now. Later on you are going to try
it. So watch closely.” He pushed me
to my knees on the side of the table; right beside where Kevin’s hard dripping
cock was standing up and throbbing. I couldn’t help but see it now. I saw the
clear liquid oozing from the hole in the end of his penis, the hole where I
knew that his pee came out. I made
myself watch as my mom knelt between Kevin’s legs and spread them a little
wider so that she could get closer. I watched in disgust as she leaned down and
licked his hairless ball sack, although at the time I didn’t know what it was.
At least I don’t remember knowing. Each time
she touched her tongue to Kevin he twitched and his penis throbbed and more of
the liquid came out of the end of his penis. Really gross! But I
watched in amazement as my mother began licking Kevin’s dripping penis. She
licked up all of the liquid and then she took his organ between her lips and
began to suck enthusiastically. “How could
she?!” I asked myself. I had heard of blowjobs in school. I had trouble
imagining them, especially since I had never seen a male with no clothes on
before. But I saw one now, and the idea of touching my lips to a penis was
sickening! Almost
immediately Kevin started moaning and thrusting his hips up to meet my mother’s
sucking lips. His body quivered for a couple of seconds and then he groaned as
though in pain and pushed mom’s head away. I watched as
my mother sat up on her heels and waited. Dad said to
Kevin, “Don’t worry son. The first few times are always real quick. Once you
get used to it though, you can lay back and enjoy that sensation for a long
time.” “Fantastic!”
Kevin, the creep, said. Dad told my
mom to move around to the side of the coffee table, across from where I was
kneeling, watching Kevin’s dick get soft quickly. Dad grabbed
me by the hair and pulled me around so that I was kneeling where my mother had
been when she sucked Kevin off. “Alright,”
he said. “Let’s see if you learned anything
My head shot
up and I stared at my stepfather with my mouth agape. My mother
caught my eye and she was urging me to obey. I suppose she knew that the only thing
I would gain my trying to avoid it was pain. Then I would end up having to do
it anyway. I had to
stop for a minute to remember what my mom had done. Then I leaned forward and
tentatively licked out at Kevin’s balls. As soon as
my tongue touched him he groaned and twitched. I jumped back, but then leaned
down and tried it again. It seemed like such a gross thing to do. But I had
watched my mother do it. I knew I had no choice. I licked
until Kevin’s penis got hard again and then I licked that as well. Finally I
got up the nerve and slid my lips down over his dick. He was only thirteen and
his thing wasn’t all that big. But he must have been saving up for a long time
because even though he had just had an orgasm in my mother’s mouth, in no time
at all he was holding my head and thrusting his hips up until my lips reached
his belly. With my
mother it had happened so fast that it was over almost before it started. This
time Kevin lasted only slightly longer. When he felt another orgasm begin he
reached out and held my head firmly against his belly and I felt his cum
shooting into my mouth. I knew that
it was coming. It was one of the things that had come up on the playground. I
just never expected it to be like this, at the age of eleven, with my friend,
with my mother and my father watching. I gagged at
first, but managed to hold Kevin’s hot load of cum in my mouth. As soon as he
pushed my head away I looked around for somewhere to spit it out. My father
saw what I was doing and yelled at me. “Don’t you EVER spit out a man’s cum!
NEVER! If I ever see you spit out a mouthful of cum, I will whip you until you
bleed! Do you understand me?” I felt my
eyes get huge as he leaned over me and yelled right in my face. I was so
shocked I swallowed instinctively. He stood up then and I saw the pain in my
mother’s eyes at what she had just witnessed. My
stepfather turned to Kevin and asked, “Well boy, how was that? “That was
the most wonderful thing that every happened to me! Twice!!” he exclaimed. “You ain’t
seen nothing yet, boy. Watch this.” My father
slid his pants and his shorts down his bony legs and kicked them away. I didn’t
want to look, but I couldn’t help but see his dick. “So that is
what a grown up one looks like,” I thought. It was scary. I didn’t know what
normal was. It was about a month before he started sharing me with his friends
and assorted strangers and then I was able to compare. His cock was larger than
most, but not that much. It was big and hairy and really gross looking. It was
still soft. It hung down over the hairy ball sack hanging between his legs.
There was a thick tube of skin covering the tip of it and the whole tip was
covered in what looked like clear slime. I expected
him to order my mom between his legs but he looked at me and said, “You first
slut. Get over here and start licking.” Slut?! Who
the hell is he calling a slut? I am still a fucking virgin! I realized
what he was ordering me to do and I looked at my mom. She just nodded. I saw
the agony in her face, but I couldn’t help resenting her for letting these
things happen to me, to us. I crawled
between his legs, avoiding, as much as possible, any contact with him. He was
watching me, amused at the expressions of fear and revulsion flickering across
my face. I was there now; all that was left was to do it. Just lean forward and
place his nasty, smelly sex organs in my mouth. I hesitated for a moment and he
called my mother closer so that he could torment her with what I was being
forced to do. I saw Kevin move closer on the other side so that he could enjoy
the show. I leaned
forward and I smelled the musty, sweaty smell of his crotch. It was different
than it had been with Kevin. I wasn’t sure what it was, dirtier, sweatier, or
perhaps just older? I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his dick and I
jumped back when it twitched violently. I guess he wasn’t
impressed with my style. “Put your right hand around the base of my cock,” he
ordered. I reached
out and gingerly slid my thumb underneath his large, nasty organ. I wrapped my
small hand around it as far as it would go. It didn’t go all the way around. “Use your
hand to stand it up, then pull the skin around the head of it down and gently
lick it all over.” I stared at
his cock as I obeyed his commands. It seemed to be slowly growing larger, very
slowly. I slid my hand a little higher up the shaft and then tightened my grip
and pulled down, pulling the extra skin away from the tip. He told me what the
skin was called and what it was for. He also mentioned that sometimes crud
accumulated underneath that skin and needed to be cleaned out, for health
reasons, of course. He told me that his preferred method of cleaning his cock
is to use a bitch’s mouth. I hesitated
for another moment, wondering if perhaps a beating might be easier to take.
Then I leaned back into his crotch and started licking the tip of his cock. I
licked it clean all around and then he ordered me to hold it like that and go
ahead and lick his balls. He made me
lick his balls for a long time and I felt his cock growing in my hand. It just
kept getting scarier. “Alright,
that’s enough foreplay. Let’s see how good a cocksucker you are,” he said
disdainfully. I really
hated the names he kept calling me. As soon as that thought crossed my mind I
realized how ludicrous that was, to be forced to do the things I am doing and
be upset about the names. But I had other, more pressing matters to take care
of. I didn’t have time to contemplate life’s little ironies right now. I wet my
lips and forced them over the head of his now hard cock. I moved my mouth down
a little and then back to the tip. I couldn’t really say that I had learned how
to do this from my experience with Kevin. He had come so quickly and his penis was
so much smaller. It was like apples and oranges. Or maybe string beans and
cucumbers would be a better analogy. He decided that
I needed more lessons and he ordered me to lick his balls while I watched how a
woman was supposed to suck cock. I moved my tongue down and explored his balls
while right before my eyes my mother leaned down and took is cock in her mouth.
I watched in
disbelief as she took more and more of it down with each stroke until she had
the head of his cock in her throat and his entire organ was in her mouth. Her
lips were tight against his stomach for a moment and then she started, slowly
at first, to move her mouth up and down his shaft, taking it all with each down
stroke. I was so fascinated that I just knelt there with my tongue on his balls
and stared. I saw Kevin’s face and he, too, was amazed. My mother
nudged me discretely and I realized I was not doing what I had been told. I
started licking again and we worked with our faces nearly touching, and
sometimes touching, in my stepfather’s crotch, until he started groaning and
then I felt him tense up and thrust his hips up and he shot his cum right down
my mother’s throat. I watched
her swallow quickly and then just hold his cock in her mouth until he told us
to stop. I straightened up my straining back and mom got back to her feet and
we waited. Dad asked
Kevin, “Well boy, are you ready for your first piece of ass?” I heard my
mother’s sharp intake of breath. I waited quietly, wondering which one of us
Kevin was going to fuck. Kevin was
smiling like a jackass. He was turning into the same kind of animal that I had
recently come to understand that my stepfather was. I don’t think I like Kevin
anymore. “Yes sir!”
Kevin said, the excitement evident in both his voice and his reacquired
erection bobbing right by my cheek. Mom was
ordered to lie on the floor in the middle of the room and give Kevin any help
he needed. My stepfather pulled me up and into his lap and we watched my mom
and Kevin have sex while my father slipped a long, fat, finger inside my pussy
and toyed with my hymen. Kevin climbed
quickly on top of my mom and, with her h |