Love Taps

Story 9 Hardcore Family Thanksgiving

     “Happy Thanksgiving, Mom,” I said taking a seat on the couch between her and my Dad.  We were in the Family Room of my parent’s home in Dothan, Alabama where the Wyatt clan was gathered for the annual feast.  Dinner was over and it was mid afternoon.

      Everyone present was family except for the maid, Tia, and her two daughters, Maria and Consuela.  They were busy clearing the table and cleaning the kitchen.  Tia was new to the household having just arrived from Managua six months ago.  She seemed incredibly young and pretty to have two children, fourteen and fifteen.

      Tia’s family, the Oviedo’s, go way back with the Wyatt’s.  Tia’s mother was my Nanny when we were young and her brother, Ramon, has a landscaping service that takes care of the grounds.

     Dinner was perfect.  The turkey was moist, green beans crisp, and the mashed potatoes smooth as silk.  Mom prepared two kinds of dressing, traditional and oyster which is one of my favorites.  My Mom is an awesome cook.  Coffee and dessert would come later after we had recovered our appetite.

     “Happy Thanksgiving, Jessica,” replied my Mom who surprised me by kissing me on the mouth.  Shocked would have been more accurate since she brushed the tip of her tongue between my lips.  I hid my surprise, attributing her incredibly characteristic act to the consumption of too many glasses of Sauvignon Blanc during the hours spent preparing the family feast.

      Dad had been a little distant since my arrival.  I attributed that to stress and frequent use of a nearby bottle of single barrel bourbon.  He had been making a concentrated effort to prevent his business from unionizing, and it had taken an emotional toll on my uncle and him.  Keeping the union at bay forced him to confront employees who had been with him for years. 

      The entire family seemed a little on edge causing them to consume large quantities of wine during dinner.  Surprising was the fact that the adults allowed we under aged kids to down as much as we wanted.  The only one not drinking was my pregnant sister-in-law.

      I hadn’t arrived until well after midnight thanks to weather related delays at Atlanta’s Hartsfield Airport.  I’d taken off from the Durham Airport on time but an unseasonable ice storm crippled operations in Atlanta.  I was lucky to have gotten home in time for Thanksgiving Dinner. 

      My older brother Seth and his wife, Naomi, were seated on the love seat.  His hand was gently rubbing her swollen belly.  Their flight from San Francisco had arrived the day before without a problem.  Naomi was only seven months pregnant but looked like the baby, a boy according to the sonogram, could arrive in the next half hour.  Naomi’s parents lived in a commune north of San Francisco that practiced free love.  She was a free spirit herself unlike we conservative Wyatts.  Maybe that was why Seth was so crazy about her. 

      She was one hundred percent a blonde California girl who didn’t believe in hiding her heavily tattooed tummy under a loose fitting overhang of stretch material.  Her short skirt rested on her slender hipbones and her swollen boobs filled a brief top that didn’t leave any doubt as to the location of her nipples.  In between top and skirt was a vast expanse of exposed well tanned bare flesh that Seth couldn’t keep his hands off.  A diamond belly button stud pierced her navel.  I was dying to ask Mom what she thought of Naomi’s attire.

       I’m Jessica Lewis Wyatt, a student at Duke University.  I’m seventeen which makes me a bit young for a college freshman.  Most of my classmates are nineteen or even older.  I’m the middle child.  Seth is six years older and my sister, Mary Beth, is fifteen.  I owe my youthful college admission to the fact I skipped a grade in grammar school, graduated high school in three years by attending summer school, and scored a perfect fourteen hundred on my SAT exams, more about me later.  Over achievers are boring in my opinion.

       My Uncle Frank and his new wife Roselyn were present along with his children by his former wife, Aunt Mariah, who is in Cabo San Lucas with her female friend.  The fact that his wife had left him for another woman was the talk of Dothan three years ago. 

     Uncle Frank had soothed his damaged ego with Roselyn.  He had met her in Miami at a trade fair.  She was the archetype of a trophy wife, a leggy dark headed Latina beauty who had won several beauty pageants including Miss Florida.  She was twenty years younger than Uncle Frank.  Her wealthy family hailed from Costa Rica.  Honestly, we were all prepared to hate her after Uncle Frank divorced Mariah and showed up with Roselyn on his arm.  But she was so sweet and nice, she proved impossible to dislike.  Age wise, she was more like an older sister to me than an aunt. 

      Robbie and Kevin were Uncle Frank’s two boys.  Robbie was two years older than me.  He was a freshman at Alabama studying Business.  Kevin was my age but only a junior in high school.  The boys took after their father.  They were both well over six feet and extremely good looking.  Kevin is a highly sought after high school foot ball player who is being courted by almost every SEC and Big Ten team.

      I’d had a crush on Robbie when we were in high school.  That led to his being the one who relieved me of my virginity.   The fact that he was a gentleman about it and never told a soul made him a favorite of mine.  I had been amazed at his discretion considering how boys like to brag.  The other boys I had sex with all but announced it next day on my high school’s public address system.  Of course, Robbie and I were first cousins and that meant incest, a serious offence among Dothan’s narrow minded bourgeoisie.

     We did the nasty every chance we got for over a year but no one suspected.  Our secret was only evidenced by the warmth of the kiss when he greeted me that morning.  I didn’t doubt that sometime during the weekend we’d managed to sneak off together.  I was anxious to show him the new things I’d learned at Duke.

      Uncle Frank’s daughter, Leslie, was seated in front of the fire engaged in a conspiratorial conversation with Mary Beth.  They’re the same age and according to their MySpace pages, best friends.  Leslie is the spitting image of her mother, a green eyed red head.   I get along much better with Leslie than Mary Beth for reasons unknown.  Leslie tells everyone I am her big sister.

       The two kept glancing in my direction making me wonder if I was the subject of their tęte-ŕ-tęte.  They were at the boy crazy stage and no doubt anxious to hear about college life and sex with fraternity boys in particular.  “Who and how have you been screwing,” would be Leslie’s first question.  Leslie was a precocious child when it came to sex.  For a fifteen year old, she knew a lot about affairs of the boudoir.  She was hungry for additional knowledge, not the kind you gain from books. 

       I almost forgot to mention my father, Gary Olson Wyatt, who is absolutely the handsomest and most terrific father a girl could have.   He is a former wide receiver who played on one of Bear Bryant’s championship teams.  That was how he met my Mom who was head cheerleader.  According to Mom, it was love and lust at first sight.

      He and Uncle Frank own and operate a company that manufactures corrugated containers, a cardboard box factory.  Dad is President and Uncle Frank is in charge of sales.  They’re very successful.  The business along with other investments had made us one of the wealthiest families in Dothan along with the Blumbergs.  That’s how I can afford to attend a private college like Duke where the tuition is out of sight.  I have been blessed.

       As for me, I am five feet four inches tall and height and weight proportionate.  I’m currently a brunette; although that could change at any time.  I have somehow managed not to gain any of the typical fifteen pounds a college freshman girl gains her first year.  I attribute that to my competing for a spot on Duke’s gymnastic team.   The rigor and discipline required by college level competition borders on the insane.  Typical of a female gymnast who specializes in the vault and uneven parallel bars, I pack serious shoulder muscle.  Boob wise, I’m small and take solace in the old saying that anything more than a mouthful is a waste.

       Reading this back, I realize how idealistic (and pompous) it all sounds. We are a healthy, prosperous, and attractive extended family who would be the envy of ninety eight percent of the population. 

       “We have something to show you, Jessica,” said my Dad reaching for the laptop.  Dad is no dumb former jock.  He is computer savvy.  The laptop was connected to one of the video inputs of the seventy inch flat panel television that we were all facing.   I’d assumed we would be watching a football game or snippets of old Alabama games.  “Roll Tide,” is the family mantra and Auburn is a blood enemy.

       “What is it, Daddy,” I asked?  When I looked around the room I realized everyone was looking at me with an expectant look on their face.

       “You’ve been a naughty girl, Jessica,” said Naomi causing everyone to laugh nervously.

       “Naughty doesn’t describe it,” said Mary Beth.  “She’s a mega slut.”

       I was about to protest when the screen flickered.  On a black screen, there was a title in red letters, “A Freshman’s Introduction to the World Starring Jessica Wyatt.”  That was immediately followed by a second black screen titled, “Jessica Goes around the World.”

     “Oh my God,” I gasped as the title screen was replaced by the interior of Kurt’s apartment and something no girl would want their family to see.  Thus began the most humiliating day of my young life.

       “Around the World,” in this case did not refer to travel.  According to the Urban Slang Dictionary, it is defined as the female performing anilingus on the male. I.e. munching butt, rimming, tossing salad, riding the Hershey Highway.

     It’s quite a shock to be sitting on the couch between your parents and confronted with a video of you sucking a guy’s ass, but there I was kneeling naked with my mouth probing his sphincter.  A close up revealed I had half the length of my tongue in his not so pristine shitter. 

     The video went right to hardcore.  The normal preliminaries of amateur porn were missing.  There was no slow undressing and fondling leading up to more serious action.  It was also missing the part where Kurt and I smoked a joint to relax.  That day I started as an anilingus virgin and it took chemical reinforcement for me to put my mouth on Kurt’s unwashed asshole.  Since that first time, I can munch boy butt and provide a highly professional prostate massage without the aid of drugs but it helps to have had a few beers.  I’ve also experienced the intense pleasure of having someone’s tongue in my ass.  Kurt took me from anal virgin to anal slut in a single evening.  If you and I decided to fuck, at some point, I’d offered anal.

     Looking back, I’m forced to admit I didn’t need foreplay.  Maybe I am a nymphomaniac or just a normal horny college girl.  There’s no way to accurately measure those things. 

     I was more than willing to do whatever Kurt asked once we made our bargain.  My college career had gotten off to an unusual start or was it all that unusual from Kurt’s perspective.  I’ve since learned he seduced a different coed each semester.

     Professor Kurt Darrin Prescott, PhD in English with a specialty in creative writing was my professor and faculty advisor.  According to Duke’s online biography, he did his undergraduate work at Dartmouth then acquired his Doctorate from Yale with post graduate work at Oxford.  He had won several literary prizes and one of his novels wound up on the New York Times best seller list.  Accomplished accurately describes Kurt’s literary career.  For an aspiring writer like myself that made him a god.

     Add to that he looked like a Greek god with a lean body, long curly unmanageable blonde hair and blue eyes that kicked my Bartholin glands into overdrive.  He was an erudite, charismatic, and terribly witty thirty five years old.  Getting into my pants was almost too easy for him so he made me work to get laid.

     He gave me a “C-” on my first paper, a short story on which I had expended endless hours in order to impress him.   When I arrived at his office to discuss my grade, he told me he was too busy and to come back tomorrow.  Making me wait was a key component of his technique.

      At the next day’s meeting, he laughed when I told him I wanted to be a writer.

     “Don’t you think you should grow up first and develop some talent?” was his opening taunt.

      I’d won several essay contests and two of my poems had made it into a literary review.  Being dismissed out of hand was a new experience.  Looking back, I realize Kurt was playing me.

     In his cuttingly stated view, my youth and lack of worldly experience was reflected in my writing.  Although I had a modest amount of talent, life had given me little to say.  I argued that I was not a naďf which somehow led to my recounting my sexual history in great detail. 

     He made me list the names of all the boys I’d had sex with along with the number of times.  “No girls,” he said dismissively when he looked over my list.

      “No, but Robbie is my first cousin,” I answered defensively.  Until that moment, I though that six was a good score for a seventeen year old.

      “No blacks or Orientals,” asked Kurt?

      “No,” I said.

      “Cripples, perverts, rapists, freaks, dogs, or monkeys,” asked Kurt?

      “No,” I repeated.

      “You’ve only fucked boys within your social class.  Tell me.  Was it all in the missionary position?” said Kurt as he crumpled my list and tossed it in the garbage.

       Kurt scoffed at my tales of hot sweaty sex with classmates even though I embellished them to make them more interesting and admittedly to let him know I was available.  “Your adolescent couplings in smelly high school locker rooms hardly qualify you as a woman of the world,” was how he phrased it reducing my self esteem to zero. 

       I left our first two meetings in tears vowing to kill the motherfucker at my first opportunity.  At our third meeting, I agreed to place my self under his control.  I would do as he instructed and never question him.    He promised me a world of new experiences that would transform me into an author with powerful insight into the human condition.  Unspoken but understood was that I was going to fuck Kurt often and in any way he wanted.

     Of course, when I agreed that day in his office, he immediately put me to the test.

       “Masturbate,” was his one word command.

       “What?” I asked.

       “Do it now or crawl back to that hick town you come from and write obituaries for the local newspaper,” said Kurt picking up a stack of papers to grade and turning away in disgust.

      I was shaking in anger as I removed my jeans and panty, but I was determined to make him realize I had potential.  I threw my legs over the chair arms, licked my fingers, and got busy.  Normally, I pump out lubricant like a Saudi Arabian oil well but I was so uptight I was dry as sand.  It took a lot of spit to reduce the friction to a pleasurable state. 

     It was a high stress orgasm only achieved by closing my eyes and engaging in a rape fantasy that included Kurt, several whips, and two well endowed Dalmatians.  Kurt ignored me the entire time.  I was in mortal fear some student or another professor would barge into his office and find me jerking off.

      I finally got off.  I spewed out a long string of expletives as I came.  When Kurt finally turned around, he saw I was covered in sweat and out of breath.

      “Here,” said Kurt handing me a tissue.

     “Thanks,” I said wiping my face.

     He handed me another.  “You made a puddle on my chair, Slut.”

      Not exactly a romantic start.  The bastard made me wait a week before he asked me to come to his apartment.  That was when we got serious.  He wasn’t nice about it.  Looking back, it was my second or third visit when he told me to eat his ass after I was too buzzed to think his shit wouldn’t taste like Mom’s fudge.  “I just took a shit.  Lick me clean,” was his challenge that I didn’t hesitate to accept.  Now I was having the pleasure of watching it with my family at Thanksgiving.

     For those initial meetings, I don’t remember a video camera or Kurt asking if I minded eating his ass for posterity’s sake.  But I certainly recall his best friend Blaine Wayland who had won awards for his short films and a documentary about the famous Duke Lacrosse team case in which a prostitute falsely claimed she was raped.  Blaine was a genius at all aspects of cinema.  I recall a discussion with him about how fiber optics permitted the surreptitious capture of images.  He showed me the results from a camera he had concealed in the women’s restroom of a dorm.  It was a commode’s eye view of girl’s pissing, shitting and in one case, throwing up.  I thought it lacked artistic merit.

      Later, Kurt brought Blaine into the picture after he assured me that any video would never leave his apartment.  He convinced me that making a documentary of my sexual coming of age would allow me to look back on what happened and see how much I had grown.   It also meant I had to fuck both Kurt and Blaine in those sessions.  Threesomes and double penetration followed.   Blaine’s girlfriend, Stephanie, joined us on several occasions becoming my first partner for lesbian sex.

      I was so shocked at what my family was watching; I didn’t move or speak for a few seconds.  I stared transfixed at the screen.   Kurt was on his couch lying on his back.  His long arms were holding the insoles of his feet titling his butt toward the ceiling. Kurt was a devotee of Hatha Yoga and amazingly flexible for a man.  His eight and half inch hard cock was pointing skyward swaying back and forth as I thrust my tongue and fingers past his anus.  

     There was no question I was into Around the World.  “God I love to tongue fuck your asshole,” said my on screen self in a loud clear voice.  That was right before I forced my face between his cheeks for a sustained round of noisy butt loving.  It looked like I was trying to push my head up his ass.  When I peered toward the hidden camera, you could see my mouth and nose were stained brown.

     Kurt had decreed I should experience nasty pig sex in all its many forms.  “You are going to do things that no self respecting young lady from the South would even consider.  You will be journeying into the lowest reaches of sexual hell, and I promise you a new Jessica will emerge.”

      “I can’t watch this,” I yelled as I attempted to jump up off the couch.  My Dad’s strong hand grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back down.

      “Stay put, Jessica,” said Dad applying enough pressure to make me wince.

      Mary Beth immediately joined the conversation.  “We all watched it last night.  None of us knew what a white trash whore you’d become,” said Mary Beth who was either jealous of the sex I was getting or engaged in a vicious act of sibling rivalry.  Why did she hate me so?

      “God, I’m so embarrassed,” I said hiding my face with my hands. 

      “You should be,” said my Mother who had been swilling wine at a steady rate.  “Think of how your father and I feel.”

      “Uncle Gary, you said we were going to whip her bare butt with your belt,” said Kevin who it turned out was unlike his sweet brother Robbie.  Kevin had a sadistic streak.

      I looked up immediately, unsure I had heard my cousin correctly.  I always thought Kevin had it in for me because I didn’t screw him when we were in high school together.

      “I don’t agree.  That’s going too far,” said Naomi coming to my defense.  “We’ve all experimented with sex when we get to college.  Corporal punishment is wrong.  Besides, Jessica is an adult.”

      “She’s only seventeen.  That’s not an adult.  You promised you were going to whip her ass raw, Uncle, and we could watch,” said Kevin.

      “If you ever do anything like that, I’ll disown you, Leslie,” said Uncle Frank who was even more under the influence of Jack Daniels Single Barrel Reserve than my father.

     If there was one thing I knew it was that Leslie had her Dad wrapped around her little finger and she wasn’t afraid to show who was boss.

       “Get real, Daddy,” said Leslie.  “You’re not going to do any such thing even if I did it with the entire football team and Coach Morris.  You should know that I am considering offering myself to the offensive line if they beat Enterprise.”

       Uncle Frank thought of saying something then shut up.  He came from a culture where football was the only true religion.  The Enterprise Wildcats had trounced the Dothan Tigers the last two years.  The final game of the season was next weekend and the Dothenians would gladly sacrifice their daughter’s purity for victory, not that Leslie was all that pure.

     Leslie and Mary Beth were members of the Pep Club and that meant putting everything on the line to encourage the Tiger’s to play their heart out.  The only problem was that over in Enterprise the girls were making comparable offers.  In Alabama high school football, the winners get laid and the losers jerk off.

       On screen Kurt had flipped over on all fours and I was playing his Rusty Trombone with a Dirty Sanchez painted across my upper lip.    What made it worse was that I was so obviously turned on. “Oh God, I love to rim your shitty hole,” was the kind of statement I kept repeating when I wasn’t forcing my tongue up Kurt’s butt.  All the while, my hand was working my clit causing me to have one orgasm after another.

       “Stand up and undress, Jessica.  I intend to punish you,” ordered Dad as paused the video player then stood up and unbuckled his belt.

       I was in a state of shock and didn’t move.  I hadn’t been spanked since I was three.  My parents supposedly didn’t believe in corporal punishment.  “What,” I asked stunned by his announcement?

       “I said stand up and undress,” repeated my father as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.

       “Mom,” I pleaded hoping she would intervene.

       “Do as your father says, Jessica.  You deserve to be punished,” said my Mom.

       “Jessica, if you need help undressing, Robbie and I will be glad to help out,” said Kevin.

       “I’m leaving,” I said bolting off the couch.  I didn’t get far.  Kevin grabbed me and lifted me off the ground with my back against his chest.  Two extremely powerful arms encircled me making it hard to breathe. Robbie ignored my kicking legs as he unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks.  In one swift motion, he pulled down pants and panty to my knees.  I fought hard but to no avail as Robbie stripped me of my loafers and socks then tugged the rest off my flailing legs.

       “When did you get that,” asked Robbie pointing to the tattoo covering my shaved sex?  Three days ago, I’d visited the spa for a bikini wax; so I was absolutely hairless.  My pubic region was permanently decorated with a J. R. R. Tolkien Lord of the Rings character, Arwen Evenstar, the Elven Princess who married Aragon.   Liv Tyler played her in the movie and my friends think I look like her.  Kurt had chosen the tattoo and I hadn’t objected.

     Arwen was a warrior princess and according to Kurt something I should aspire to.  That was bullshit but it was one cool example of skin art, a beautiful armored female mounted on a charger chopping off the head of an orc with a single blow.

      Kurt had driven me all the way to Virginia Beach to be inked by one of the best skin artists in the country.   His name was Roger Braxton.  He was in his fifties, and bald with a serious paunch, a biker type.  There was not an inch of his body that wasn’t covered with skin art.  Even his cock and balls were inked.  And I know that because after he finished, Kurt gave me to him.   Being casually offered to strangers would teach me humility according to my mentor.

      The tattoo on Roger’s cock looked one way when he was soft and completely different after my mouth made him hard.  I played his Rusty Trombone too but thank god it did not make it onto the video. 

      “Let me see,” said Leslie rushing to take a closer look.  “Who is it?”

      Robbie obligingly held my legs open for his sister.   The fact that my sex was exposed to my family was not lost on me.  I wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

     “I want a tattoo,” whined Mary Beth looking over Leslie’s shoulder at my decorated groin.

     “Me too,” added Leslie.

     “No one is getting a trashy tattoo,” said Uncle Frank.

     “Roselyn has a tattoo,” said Leslie.

     “Where,” asked Robbie as he unbuttoned my blouse?  I imagine Robbie spent considerable time contemplating the seduction of his step mother. 

      His fingers moved nimbly over the small buttons.  Of course, it wasn’t the first time he had undressed me. That was two years ago.  Our parents were away at the Orange Bowl watching Alabama get slaughtered by Nebraska when we left the others watching the game on television and snuck up to my bedroom.  His story was that I had a beautiful body and he just had to see it.  I wasn’t that dumb but I was horny enough to want to show it.  That was the first time a man undressed me.  He stripped me right down to my socks, paid my body a few complements and pushed me to my knees.

      I didn’t object when Robbie unzipped his pants signaling oral sex was desired.  I extracted his penis and imitating techniques from watching a Jena Jameson porn video at a girl friends slumber party brought him to full erection in a matter of seconds.  He probably thought he was going to get just a blowjob.  However, I’d already performed that act upon several of my classmates at make out parties; so I was anxious to move to the next level. 

     After he was erect I asked him to make me a woman and he obliged.   I’d been training with one of Mom’s dildos so he slid right in and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close.  Contrary to most girls’ first experience, my first fuck was a good one.

     “On her butt, it’s a spider,” said Leslie.

     “It’s a black widow,” said Roselyn surprising me.  I thought her more the butterfly type.

     “What’s the problem with tattoos,” asked Naomi lifting her skirt to display a rose tattoo on her inner thigh?

     I’d quit struggling.  What was the point?  Everyone had seen my pussy. Fighting to keep my boobs hidden was dumb.  Kevin lifted me effortlessly by my arms so Robbie could unsnap by bra and let it drop to the floor.

     “32A,” announced my snotty little sister triumphantly after snatching it off the floor and reading the tag.  “I’m already a C cup.”  Mary Beth lifted her busty chest for everyone to see.  What a nasty little bitch she was.

     Having been striped bare in front of my entire family, I felt degraded beyond belief.  How could my parents allow that to happen?  In retrospect, it was a combination of booze, viewing a video of their daughter’s sexual escapades and more importantly, the surfacing of long dormant sexual tension among family members. Seeing me suck butt triggered the worst to surface.

     “Let me go, Kevin,” I protested anxious to run away.

     “Not until your Daddy whips your ass for being a slut,” said Kevin.  Watching other’s pain was obviously his thing. 

     At that point, something completely unexpected happened.  “I think its time we women showed solidarity with our sister,” said Naomi pulling her top off in one swift motion.  Two huge milk filled breasts sprang free and bounced around drawing everyone’s attention.

     “Naomi,” protested Seth possibly not all that surprised.  Naomi had casually informed Mother that they liked to visit nude beaches in the Bay Area.  Mother was shocked when Naomi recounted how couples including gays and lesbians would retreat to the dunes for voyeuristic love making.  Naomi was uninhibited enough to inform her mother-in-law, “Seth and I like to be watched when we are making love.  After the baby comes, we plan to ask others to join us.”

      “Seth, I’m not going to allow Jessica to be the only one on display here,” said Naomi pushing down her skirt to reveal a minimal panty; a tiny triangle covered the space between her labia.  She issued a challenge as she struggled to push down her thong, not that easy a task when you have an almost done bun in your oven.  “Which one of you is woman enough to join me?”

      Kevin was taking advantage of Naomi’s distraction to run one powerful hand over my breasts as his other clutched my vulva.  His fingers sought penetration as he whispered in my ear.  “Going to fuck you, Bitch.  I’m going to fuck the living shit out of you.”

      My Dad had removed his belt which created the unanticipated problem that his pants fell down revealing a pair of silk boxers decorated with turkeys, a gift from my mother.  Mother broke out into hysterical laughter at the sight of her husband with trousers at his knees displaying his Happy Thanksgiving undies.

     Things got even more bizarre.  “I’m with you, Sister Jessica,” said Leslie shedding her top to reveal a lacy demi-bra.

      “Stop, Leslie.  Put your top back on right this minute,” said Uncle Frank.  He slurred, “This minute,” making it sound like he was speaking a foreign language.

      Leslie turned toward her father as she unhooked her bra and let it fall.  She shook her shoulders as she leaned toward him.  “Mom says my boobs are just like hers.  What do you think, Daddy?”  It was about as brazen an act of youthful defiance as one could imagine. 

     Leslie didn’t give her father time to answer as she unzipped her jeans and pushed them down.  They were tight so it was a struggle.  I have jeans like that.  You practically have to grease your lower half to put them on and getting them off is not much easier.

      “Help me, Mary Beth,” said Leslie sitting and lifting her legs.

      My younger sister acted without hesitating.  Mary Beth grabbed the bottoms and pulled then shocked the onlookers by taking hold of the waistband of Leslie’s panty and pulling it down.  I suppose that when two girl’s MySpace pages declare each other very best friends, it means more than just hanging out together.  My Facebook friends include everybody I’ve screwed at Duke.

      Leslie showed her exhibitionist’s side by lifting her legs into a wide as she reached down to part her labia exposing her vagina, not the act of a virginal fifteen year old.

       “You put your clothes back on this very minute or I will ground you for the rest of your life,” said Uncle Frank who made a move to get off the couch then fell back too shit faced to rise. 

       Kevin’s fingers had accomplished their goal; something Mary Beth felt the need to announce, “Look everyone, Jessica is letting Kevin finger fuck her right in front of everyone.”

      Jessica wasn’t letting Kevin do anything.  He was two hundred forty five pounds of muscle, more than a match for my one twenty five.  His first two fingers were working my vagina as his thumb windshield wiped my clitoris.  Unfortunately, I am a slave to my senses.  I was moaning and pushing my sex against his hand.  My Dad was correct when he called me a slut.

      Normally you would think a Dad would rush to the gun cabinet, load one of his Remington shotguns and blow Kevin away for molesting his precious oldest daughter.  But Dad just shrugged and said, “She deserves it for being a whore like her mother.”

      “That brought an immediate retort from Mom, “Who are you calling a whore? How about you and your down low golf buddies?  How many cocks have been up your ass this month, Gary Wyatt?”

      “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Marie.  But I advise you to shut your filthy cunt mouth this minute,” said Dad glowering at her.

      “Do it.  Strip, I dare you.  You’re afraid,” said Leslie challenging Mary Beth.

      Mary Beth looked around the room allowing her eyes to rest on me.  I was still in Kevin’s clutches.  Robbie had decided to assist his brother by playing with my nipples.  Mary Beth’s eyes traveled on to the screen where in seventy inches of high definition color, I was kneeling in front of Kurt with my tongue extended toward his jism shooting cock.  Dad paused the video at a seminal moment.  Kurt had just squirted a puddle of semen on my tongue.  There were two long squirts across my face, one of which had landed in my eye.   And thanks to Blaine’s cinematic skills, another ejaculation was captured mid air bound for my open mouth.

      Mary Beth gave me a defiant look that silently communicated, “You’re not the only whore in the family.  I can fuck as well as you.”  Then she slipped out of her red sweater then turned her back to Leslie who obliged her by unhooking her bra.  She might be the bitch sister from hell but she had Mom’s breasts.  They were large and firm.  Her nipples were erect.  She would probably be a D cup or better by the time she reached college.  Every tit man and woman on campus would be trying to get her in bed.

     Leslie reached around to unsnap Mary Beth’s jeans.  Mary Beth responded by pressing her bare back against Leslie’s breasts.  They performed a grind for a few seconds before Leslie bent down and took Mary Beth’s jeans and underpants to the floor where she stepped out of them.

       “Jesus Christ, the women in my family are nothing but a bunch of trailer trash whores and dykes,” muttered my Dad looking a little silly standing there with his pants at half mast, sporting those ridiculous boxers.  He was too drunk to stand without holding on to the couch arm.  Mr. Happy had appeared, poking its nose out of the slit in the boxers, no doubt surprised to be between rows of silk printed turkeys.

       “Since you called me a whore I’ll act like one,” said Mom getting to her unsteady feet.  She took a couple of steps to where she was standing in front of Roselyn.  “Help me undress, Roselyn.  I’m too drunk to do it myself.”

      I can’t imagine what was going on in Roselyn’s mind.  Her family was devout Catholic and she attended convent schools growing up.  On Sundays, she started her day at St. Timothy’s eight o’clock mass then rushed home to accompany her husband and children to First Baptist.  Other than Naomi, she was the most sober of the adults present.  I half expected her to decline; however, she promptly stood and attacked the buttons on Mom’s blouse.

      “Whores, every Goddamn one of you,” said Dad looking over the room.

      I suppose there was some truth to that.  Seth was leaning back on the couch with his eyes closed.  Naomi had exposed her husband’s cock for a hand job.  Mary Beth and Leslie were making out as they fondled each other’s breasts.  And yours truly was moaning while rubbing my vulva over whomever’s hand was fingering me.   Kevin and Robbie had taken me to the point I was so desperate to be fucked I didn’t care if my family watched.

      Mom leaned heavily on Roselyn’s shoulder as she stepped out of her pants.  Tennis, Pilates, yoga and three a week sessions with a personal trainer kept Mom in shape.   It wasn’t the body she had leading cheers at Bear Bryant stadium but she looked damn good for her age. 

     Mom turned toward us revealing a shaved crotch except for a rat tail on her pubis; then she showed everyone how drunk she was.  “Who wants a tit fuck,” asked Mom pushing her double D breasts together and rubbing them against one another?

      Behind Mom, Roselyn had started undressing.  No one had asked her. She joined in on her own.  I have to say that when she got naked, everyone in the room mouthed, “Wow.”  She was on a different level, not that we Wyatt women are butt ugly.  In fact, we’re attractive.  But Roselyn was five feet nine inches of sheer gorgeousness.   It was sort of like being at a meeting of Dad’s corvette club where you are initially impressed with all the shiny vintage cars and someone pulls up in a Lamborghini or Maserati. 

      Somehow the presence of so many naked women caused my Dad to remember why he had his belt in his hand.  “Put her on the ottoman, Kevin, and hold her.  Help your brother, Robbie.  I’ll teach the bitch to disgrace the Wyatt’s.”

      The two brothers picked me up and placed me face down on the large square cushioned footrest.  I was screaming for them to let me go.  Kevin held my feet and Robbie stretched my arms overhead.

      “Don’t, Gary.  It’s her life now,” said Mom reaching for her husband’s arm but he angrily pushed her away.  She must have had second thoughts.

       “Stay out of this or I’ll whip your fat ass bloody,” snarled my Dad.

      It was a stiff dress belt and it made a loud slapping sound when it landed on my rear.  It hurt like hell and I responded with a loud scream.  I was face down facing the swinging door to the kitchen.  Almost immediately, it opened slightly and there was Consuela’s coffee colored face taking in what must have been a shocking scene.  Seconds later, she was joined by her older sister, Maria.  They watched fascinated until Tia appeared, took a look at what was going on and pulled both girls away.

      It was fourth or fifth blow when my recently discovered dark side made an appearance.  I had recently learned thanks to Kurt that public exposure and punishment was my ultimate turn on.  I jerked one hand away from Robbie and moved it to my clit.  A wave of pleasure passed through me at my touch. 

     “Whip me, Daddy.  Whip my slut ass.  I deserve it for being a pig whore.” As I spoke, I wiggled my butt and raised it, offering it to his belt.

      “Look how wet her pussy is,” observed Mary Beth.  “She wants you to whip her Daddy.  Hit harder.  Make her scream.”

      One event of self discovery that did not make it on to Blaine’s documentary was my visit to Kurt’s British friend, Cecil, who ran something called the House of Pain in a restored ante bellum mansion on the outskirts of Durham.

      It was a Saturday night. Kurt had been very close mouthed about our plans for the evening.   However, he did say that I would discover surprising new things about myself.

      “Strip except for the shoes,” said Kurt as we drove away from my dorm. 

      “Where are we going,” I asked after I had shed my clothes?  That went quickly.  Based on his instructions, I was only wearing a cotton top, jeans skirt, and high heeled scandals.  He’d made me purchase several pair of fuck me pumps to wear when we were together.  When we went out in public, underwear was forbidden especially when he took me to the food court in the mall and made me expose by bare sex to strangers, preferably families with kids.  In private, he made me dress like I was working in a bordello. Thanks to Kurt, I’d acquired a wardrobe of sexy lingerie.

      He ignored my question.  “Put these on.”

      It was a dog collar and a black silk bag.

      I buckled the dog collar around my neck but the purpose of the bag was a mystery.  “What’s this for?”

       “Put it over your head, Moron, and be quiet,” answered Kurt.

       At a Stop sign, he drew the chord tight around my neck and tied it.  “Put your hands out,” was my next command.

       I complied and almost immediately I felt a pair of metal cuffs snap painfully around my wrists.

       I can be incredibly curious and foolishly persistent.  “Will there by others when we get there?”

       Something incredibly painful happened to my left nipple.  I don’t know what he used, pliers, clamps, or some torture device.  I only know it hurt so bad I couldn’t stand it.

       “Say one more word and I’m going to do the other nipple and leave them on until we arrive,” said Kurt.

       “Not another word, I promise.  Please take it off,” I managed through clinched teeth.

       I lost track of time as we drove.  At some point, we stopped.

       “Good evening, Dr. Prescott,” said someone who turned out to be guard.

       “Is everything ready, Giles,” asked Kurt?

       “It’s all set.  Park in your usual place,” said Giles.

       When we stopped again, someone opened my door and female hands helped me exit.  No one spoke as I was led inside.

       The bag’s material was thick enough, it admitted no light.  They un cuffed me and I was tightly shackled to a wooden cross in the shape of an X.  It must have been adjustable because I was slowly stretched until I thought my leg and arms joints would be dislocated.  Subsequent research revealed it was a St. Anthony’s Cross, a favorite of the S&M crowd because it exposed the sex to all types of pain imaginable. 

      Several women worked silently on me.  Straps surrounded my spread thighs providing a means to attach clamps to my labia opening me up.  Lubricant was applied to my vagina and anus.  I gasped as something slipped past my sphincter and worked its way into my rectum.  I heard the hiss of air and realized an expandable butt plug had been inserted in my asshole.

       “Please stop, its hurts,” I whimpered as the plug expanded causing serious discomfort to my bottom.

       My breasts exploded in agony as a cane landed across my nipples.

       “Silence,” ordered someone. 

       I shut my mouth and kept it shut.  Next a very large punishment dildo was forced into my vagina.  I could feel the rubber spines especially when one of the sadistic bitches gave it a twist as she forced it to my cervix.  I was trapped in a dark world of the cloth bag writhing in agony. 

       “She’s ready,” said a voice.

       “Kill the lights,” said another.

       Seconds later, the bag was removed but I remained in total darkness.  There were people around me but I could only sense their presence.

       “On three,” said a voice who then proceeded to count.  At three, two canes landed on my front.  One savaged my breasts and the other my abdomen.  My scream was a full throated expression of the agony I felt.  As I voiced my pain, the blackness turned to bright light as a curtain opened.  I found myself on a small stage facing an audience of roughly fifty people dressed in S&M fetish attire.  Kurt was seated in the front row.

      Bound as I was, there was little I could do other than scream as two dominatrix methodically whipped me with flexible bamboo canes.  It was during that evening of torture that I snapped.  I found myself begging them to cane me harder.  I cried, “Again,” when they jerked a long string of clothespins off my side.  The pins began at the soft tissue of my underarm, traveled down my armpit to encircle my breasts, gathered the flesh of my abdomen and vulva, then on to my inner thigh and the back of my knee.  The grinning bitch laughed as she ripped off one side then the other leaving me hysterical with pain.  She didn’t laugh when I asked her to repeat the act.  The muscles lining my vagina convulsed in non stop orgasms as pain racked my body.

      “You’re a rarity, My Love,” said the dominatrix in charge as they removed me from the cross to join in the orgy occurring in the audience.  I was in demand as a fuck partner and within a short span of time fucked silly by any man or woman who wanted me.

      It was dawn when Kurt and I drove away from the chateau.  “You surprised me,” was his only comment.  Honestly, I had surprised myself.  But when I thought about the times since I first discovered masturbation I got myself off by whipping my clit with a belt while digging my nails into my breasts, maybe it wasn’t unexpected.

     Poor drunk Daddy only had so much energy for whipping me.  The booze sapped his urge to punish.  Plus the fact I was so obviously turned on made it pointless.  All of a sudden he dropped the belt, pushed Kevin to the side and knelt at my rear.  When I looked over my shoulder I saw he had lowered his boxers and was stroking his cock. 

       “If you want to live like a whore, you might as well have the excuse your Father abused you,” said Dad slapping his cock on my buttocks.

       Oh my God, I thought.  My Daddy is going to fuck me.  I was thrilled beyond belief.  I jerked my other hand out of Robbie’s grasp and reached back to separate my buttocks. 

      “Fuck me, Daddy.  Please fuck me,” I begged wiggling my bottom as I exposed my orifices.

      He grabbed my hips and pulled me to him.  His cock slid to the side missing my pussy.  I desperately reached between my legs and grabbed his manhood then guided it into my vagina.  I sighed in satisfaction as I felt him enter me realizing a girl’s lifelong dream of screwing her father.  I moaned with pleasure as he slammed his groin against my butt.  I was ecstatic at the attention and love I was receiving from Dad. 

        “Fucking my little whore,” said Dad as he took me dog style.   He stuck his thumb in my butt hole as he pumped my pussy.  Who says my Dad isn’t cool?

        Technically it wasn’t a great screwing but psychologically it was massive.  My father who I loved and respected more than any man on the planet had his cock in my vagina.  I reached between my legs managing to tickle his balls when he sunk it home.  I was anxious to demonstrate my cooperation and approval.

      “I love you, Daddy,” I said conscious of Kurt’s suggestion that I seduce my father. 

      “It deepens the bond between father and daughter.  Many great female writers have slept with their father and had lesbian relations with their mother,” advised Kurt.

      I had written off the possibility that I would ever achieve such a lofty level of incest.  My parents were too straight laced, too Southern Baptist.  But there I was with a smile of accomplishment on my face, enjoying the vigorous pummeling of the man responsible for bringing me into the world.  I almost wept at the joy of the moment.  When I managed to look around, I was surprised to see the rest of the Wyatt’s were engaged in some form of sexual activity. 

     My Mom was standing nearby watching her husband and me as she masturbated.  I brightened at the possibility that before the day ended, my mouth would find its way to the pussy that brought me into this world.

      All too briefly, Daddy picked up the pace signaling his climax was near.  Muttering terms of endearment, such as, “My little whore daughter,” or “You filthy slut,” he ended in a fury of hard thrusts before depositing his essence deep inside my vagina. 

      The significance of having my Daddy’s semen inside me was not lost on this young femme.  I reveled in the thought that the come oozing out of my sex had the same source as the one that impregnated my mother.  It was a beautiful but brief moment.  Dad fell back on the floor exhausted.  Kevin flipped me over on my back and entered me in one continuous act.  I groaned as his powerful manhood flushed Dad’s semen causing it to leak down onto my buttocks. 

     I wrapped my legs around Kevin reminding myself that although he wasn’t my favorite cousin, he was family.   

      “Uncle Frank fucked me,” said Mary Beth showing up at my side with a smile on her face.  Apparently, she and Leslie had gotten her Dad off with Mary Beth’s pussy the recipient of his semen.

      “Mount her face,” ordered Kevin pulling Mary Beth roughly onto the ottoman.

      “Cool idea,” said Mary Beth straddling my head so her vagina was directly over my mouth. 

      It was a familiar position for me.  My tongue went to work on Mary Beth’s hole, scooping out portions of Uncle Frank’s essence.

     “Your professor must be pretty cool,” said Mary Beth rubbing her slimy vulva across my face even allowing me access to her sphincter.  “Eat my ass, too.”

     Her butt hole had the funky taste and smell that turns me on.  There’s no point in eating ass unless it smells like one.  My sister was sitting straddle of my face facing my feet.  She was doing Kevin a favor by holding my ankles under her armpits.   He was alternating between stabbing his cock in my vagina and anus.  Just to make it interesting, the two were pinching and twisting my nipples.  Their intention was to cause me pain and they were succeeding. 

      “Why do you say that,” I asked as I licked her vagina?  Uncle Frank’s semen was leaking out into my mouth.  At the moment, Leslie was kneeling in front of her passed out father attempting to coax another load of semen out of his testicles.  Good Luck to you, Leslie, I thought.  You’ve have more success with a dead man. 

      Roselyn was going down on Naomi as Seth plowed Roselyn’s gorgeous behind dog style.  Naomi was demonstrating to Robbie that pregnancy was no barrier to a quality blowjob.  Mom was sitting straddle of Dad in his favorite chair slowly raising and lowering herself on his cock.  Dad looked pretty out of it.  His primary focus appeared to be slobbering on Mom’s boobs.

      “He emailed me the video.  He said I should show it to every one,” said Mary Beth rocking back and forth.

      I took a break from sucking on her clit.  “He sent it to you,” I questioned?  I’d just assumed Dad was the recipient.  But Kurt had been clever.  My Dad would have been too embarrassed to show it.  He would have quietly deleted it.  It was likely he would have never mentioned it to me.  But Mary Beth was a different story.  I’d told Kurt that my younger sister and I were like oil and water.

      “He attached it to an email.  It took forever to download. The message said that if I wanted to see what a total slut, my sister had become I should look at the video then show it to my parents,” said Mary Beth giving my nipples a vicious twist.  “Did that hurt?”

      “Yes, they’re sore as boils,” I said before resuming cunnilingus.

      “They look real raw.  You should put some crčme on them after we’re done,” said Mary Beth as she pinched my buds with her nails causing me to gasp with pain.

      “Look at that.  Her hole’s open,” said Kevin pulling his cock out of my gaping asshole then spitting in me.

      “Me too,” said Mary Beth adding her spit.  “I never dreamed that I would get to spit in my sister’s asshole for Thanksgiving.  I can’t wait to tell all my friends.”   

     Kevin dumped his load deep in my ass.  Then he surprised me. 

     “Suck her butt clean,’ said Kevin putting his hand on the back of Mary Beth’s head and pulling her down to where her face was buried between my buttocks. 

     My baby sister surprised me by doing what she told.  I contracted my abdomen forcing Kevin’s load into her mouth.  Mary Beth proved she was growing up by hoovering my asshole until it emptied of jism, spit, and butt slime.  That’s true hardcore action especially for a fifteen year old.

      “Now you two cunts kiss,” said Kevin.

      Our tongues swapped the slimy fluids back and forth as we kissed. 

      “Nasty fucking whores,” was Kevin’s comment as he joined in the kiss.  He left quickly when he saw that Roselyn’s mouth was unoccupied.   Mary Beth slipped down to the floor to lick Leslie’s vulva.  Leslie was still having no success in restoring her Dad’s erection.

     “How about a fuck, little sister,” asked Seth appearing in front of me with an erection created by Naomi’s talented mouth?  “It appears the plan is for all the Wyatts to fuck one another to celebrate the holiday.  Naomi says she feels very much at home with the horny Wyatts.”

     “What better way to express our thanks for all the bounty that providence had provided us in this past year,” I said as I kneeled down and took his slimy cock in my mouth.        

     “You’re worthless in bed, Gary,” said Mom getting up off Dad.   She walked quickly into the kitchen, emerging ten seconds later dragging Tia by the arm.  Maria and Consuela trailed their mother.

      “This is how I get off while you’re off being cornholed by your golf buddies,” said Mom before kissing Tia on the lips.  It was a long passionate kiss that included feeling Tia’s breasts.

      “What’s Mom talking about?  Is Dad gay?” I asked Seth who at the moment was pounding me missionary style.  I had now fucked every man in the room but Uncle Frank who was passed out on the couch snoring.

     Robbie and Kevin were doing a group thing with Roselyn, Naomi, Leslie, and Mary Beth.  Roselyn was like a horny tigress as she upheld the reputation of Latinas for being hot.  She was sucking dick and eating pussy with the kind of passionate intensity found south of the border.  Naomi would probably have been as active except the pregnancy slowed her down and forced her to be careful.

     At the moment, Robbie’s cock was plunging into Roselyn’s ass.  Roselyn’s face was buried between Naomi’s thighs.  Mary Beth was proving she was just as big an anal slut as me as she munched Kevin’s ass while he screwed his sister.  The six were a jumble of writing sweating bodies fucking with abandon.  I felt a sense of pride at my extended families capacity for breaking one of society’s last remaining taboos.  How many other Dothan families would spend Thanksgiving engaged in guilt free incestuous fornication?

      “Dad’s not gay,” said Seth immediately.  “Mom found out from one of her tennis buddies that there is a weekly get together of certain men for sex.”

      “Gay sex,” I asked.

      “They’re not really gay.  But they do have sex with one another,” said Seth picking up the pace, perhaps to cut the conversation short. 

      Obviously when it came to his father being homosexual, Seth was in denial.  Since Dad had just screwed me, I was inclined to label him a bisexual.

      “Aren’t these beautiful,” said Mom before lifting one of Tia’s breasts to her mouth.

      They were the long pointed variety of boob with a large brown areola that covered the top third.  It was a third world tit. 

      “Come and join us, girls,” said Roselyn gesturing to Maria and Consuela who were standing nearby watching the orgy.

      The girls looked expectantly at their mother.  “Can we, Mama,” asked Maria?

      Tia asked my mother, “Is it all right, Senora?”

      Mom was too drunk and too horny not to agree. “Of course,” said Mom slipping her hand up Tia’s skirt to feel her sex.

      The girls rushed to Roselyn’s arms.  In two seconds, their maid’s uniforms were on the floor.  In another instant, Robbie and Kevin were mounted on the newbies.  The two boys were showing some stamina as they slammed into the girls.  I figured that being young Latinas, they could take it.  Uncle Frank was now awake and watching the action as he stroked his cock. 

      “I always wanted to fuck you but I didn’t have the nerve,” said Seth.

      “The age difference matters more when you’re young,” I said wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him against me hard.  “Fuck me, Brother Seth.  Pound my pussy.”

      “I never imagined you into weird sex.  You were the serious one,” said Seth alternating his mouth between my boobs.

      “People change,” I said pushing my tits into his mouth.  They were so sore and raw from what Kevin and Mary Beth had done that it hurt like hell.  But I can get off on pain if I put my mind to it.  “Bite my nipples, Seth.  Use your teeth.” He did and it left me gasping as I orgasmed.

      “I almost shit my pants when Mary Beth gathered everyone together to watch your sex tape,” said Seth sucking on my boob as we slammed together.

     “Yes, I’ll have to find some way to thank her for that,” I said.  “Now tell me about our Father’s homosexual activities.”

     “Bisexual is more accurate.  He’s still doing Mom,” said Seth.

     “Not according to Mom, is she really into girls or is she just eating Tia to piss him off?” I said.

     “Mom is into all kind of things.  Remember Randall Moon?”

     “The Mayor,” I questioned?

     Randall was more than Dothan’s black mayor.  He and my Dad had played football together in high school and later at Alabama.  Randall was a defensive lineman who played two years in the NFL until he blew out his knee.  He and Dad roomed together at Alabama.  As far as I knew, they were still good friends.  Dad had made a substantial donation to his election campaign.

      “Mom has been fucking Randall since her college days,” said Seth.

      I was determined to stay on the topic of my father.   I could find out more about Mom later.  “Is Dad a pitcher or a catcher?”

      “Don’t know.  Mom says he likes boys mostly,” said Seth slowly thrusting in me.

      “How did Mom find all this out,” I asked?

      “Mary Powell told her.  Mary thought her husband Sam was screwing around on her so she hired a private detective.  The detective set up a couple of hidden cameras in the room they use at the country club expecting to catch Sam dipping his pole into a waitress or the blonde who works in the pro shop.  Mary was shocked to say the least when she saw Sam and the others with some of the grounds keepers getting it on.  She showed the video to Mom and gave her a copy,” said Seth.

      “Did she tell Dad she had a copy,” I asked?

      “Yes, it’s in a safe deposit box somewhere according to Mom,” said Seth.

      “Does Dad have anything on Mom,” I asked.

      “No, but he’s probably working on it,” said Seth.  “It shouldn’t be that difficult to get.  Mom has always fooled around.”

      Leslie and Mary Beth showed up as soon as Seth finished.  “Allow us,” said Leslie dropping to her knees between my spread legs.  The two young vixens went work on my pussy, reprocessing Seth’s semen.  Mastering the art of getting more out of the male ejaculate is an important part of growing up.

     As soon as the two had emptied my snatch and we kissed, Mary Beth made an announcement.  “Uncle Frank wants you to toss his salad like you did for the guy in the video.”

      Things were calming down as the guys wore out.  You need at least three men for each woman to keep an orgy going.  While I was sucking Uncle Frank’s butt and jerking his cock, I snuck peeks at my video.  It was coming to a good part.

     “Jessica super sizes,” was the title.  I correctly guessed the content before the action started.  I’ll put the reader in the audience; but he should understand that I wasn’t alone when this was made.  Kurt and Blaine were off stage with video cameras filming my every move and occasionally whispering directions that Blaine had the skill to edit out.  It must take incredible concentration to be a porn star.  

      The scene is a well furnished modern apartment off Duke’s campus.  It stars me and Mr. Blue Devil himself, Wayne Staley.  Wayne’s luxurious living quarters were courtesy of a booster who had amassed enormous wealth even though he didn’t attend Duke or any other college.

      Wayne is the All American Center of Duke’s basketball team, the one that won the NCAA championship last season.  His decision not to participate in the NBA draft and play one more year at Duke was national news.

      He was seven feet one inches of African American male and a superb athlete, able to take the ball to the hole from the foul line in addition to being a threat from three point land.  Southern girls like me are expected to know about college sports.  It gives us something to talk about with the boys after they’ve fucked us.

     Why Wayne was willing to make the film was beyond me; perhaps it was ego.  In a year or two, he would be earning millions on the court and from endorsements.  Rumor had it that Reebok had already designed a brand of shoes to fit his size sixteen feet.   Or maybe he thought it was a hoot.  And let’s not forget I’m a hot piece of tail.

      It opens with me standing outside Wayne’s apartment pushing the door bell.

      “Hello, I’m Jessica,” I said brightly when Wayne answers the door.  Kurt had instructed me to act like a porn star who screws well but acts badly. 

      “Hi Jessica, come in,” said Wayne taking my hand in his giant paw and leading me into the living area.

      “You have a beautiful place,” I said looking around honestly impressed.  The couches and furnishing would have been acceptable in my home back in Dothan.  As a freshman I was required to live in the dorm my first year.  It was anything but a beautiful place.   It was dirty, noisy, chaotic, and the scene of a dozen catfights in the short time I’d been there. 

     “Let’s get the business out the way first,” said Wayne.

     “Oh yes, sorry,” I said opening my purse and taking out three one hundred dollar bills and handing them to him.  “You said it would be two fifty.  I don’t have exact change.”

     “That’s all right.  Neither do I,” said Wayne folding the bills and placing them in his shirt pocket.  I never did get my change.  Looking back, maybe it was money that Wayne was interested in.  He had a hard luck story, ten brothers and sisters back home in a dirt floor shack outside Macon. Georgia.

     “What you want, Jessica,” asked Wayne relaxing back on the couch, one hand resting on his groin.

     “Sex,” was my one word not too informative answer.

     Wayne smiled at my naiveté. “Oral, vaginal, anal, or all of the above, I’m a full service man whore?”

     “All of the above,” I said bravely.  There were rumors on campus about the damage Wayne had done to several coeds. 

     “You sure a little ho like you can handle this,” asked Wayne squeezing the long thick column of flesh outlined by his trousers?

     The next words out of my mouth were Kurt’s.  “Make it rough.  I want my money’s worth.”

     The scene switched to Wayne’s bedroom.  I was seated naked in the largest bed I had even seen.  It was much wider and longer than my parent’s king size.  Wayne comes out of the bathroom naked.  I honestly gulped at the column of flesh dangling between his legs.  I was both thrilled and terrified at the prospect of it being inside me.

       At that point, things got basic.  “You douche out your ass.  I don’t want no white girl’s shit on my Johnson,” said Wayne unlimbering his weapon.

      Weapon is accurate.  It was fourteen inches long and five inches in diameter according to the most recent intelligence available at my dorm.  Per Kurt Wayne did not limit his man whore attentions to my gender.  Once a month, a Lear jet whisked Wayne to Las Vegas and the bed of one of the wealthy hotel/casino owners. 

      “I’m clean,” I said.  Stephanie had repeatedly filled a three quart pumpkin bag with a castile soap solution and washed out my GI tract.  I was so empty I felt hungry.

     “On your knees bitch,” said Wayne.

     “It’s so big,” I said passing my tiny tongue over the head.  He must have taken a piss while he was in the bathroom because I smelled and tasted urine.  I wasn’t lying about the size.  Orally, there’s not much you can do with a cock that big.  You can lick it and by straining your jaw, get the head in your mouth.  Supposedly, the six foot eight center on Duke’s girl’s basketball team can take him down to his balls.  If that’s true, I would pay good money to see it. 

      “Poor little white girl can’t handle my Johnson,” said Wayne smiling down at me.

     That was the first time he played the race card.  Things went up tempo from there.  He slapped his cock hard across my cheek.  It was like being bludgeoned.   He did the other cheek.

     “Open wide, bitch,” said Wayne taking hold of my head and tilting it back until the tendons in my neck were strained.

     Wayne leaned down from his impressive height.  I was totally immobilized as he opened his mouth and aimed a large gob of spit toward my maw.  I was mesmerized as I watched it spill over his lower lip, hang by a thread for a second then fall onto my tongue.  I let it rest there for a second then swallowed it down. 

      “Again,” I said sticking out my tongue as I worked my already slippery clit. 

      Wayne obliged me.  It was a mouthful of nasty slime but I got off on it and he knew it.

     “You white whores are all the same.  Looking to be punished because you let your Daddy fuck you,” said Wayne taking in my view an odd stance regarding the tendency of white females to willingly be debased by black males.  The more commonly accepted explanation was guilt over the indignities suffered by blacks during slavery.  I preferred the more practical explanation.  Black men have big cocks, love white pussy, and can give a girl the kind of sex, a white male can’t or won’t.  

      “Let’s see how long you can hold your breath,” said Wayne.

      For three days after Wayne deep throated me, I sucked on lozenges to help with my painfully raw throat.  I wasn’t a novice when it comes to having a cock shoved down my throat; but Wayne’s was on a different level.  Using brute force he stuffed his cock head into my gullet and made the turn that took it down into my esophagus.  With my head encased in his enormous hands, he gave me the most severe throat fucking I will ever experience if I am lucky.  My throat was nowhere near as wide as his dick.  Every inch was torture when he repeatedly rammed his manhood down my gullet. 

     When I was about to pass out, he relented allowing me to breathe.  After I had almost recovered, he repeated the act with a twist.

      “Ain’t nobody able to do this but me, you lucky white whore,” said Wayne. 

      It took a second for the lucky white whore to realize he was pissing straight into my belly.  I could smell piss but didn’t taste it.  My stomach valve opened and let the flow of warm liquid enter.  It was a Believe It or Not moment.  I’ve never heard of anyone else who could pee directly down a girl’s throat.   As my stomach filled, I started sweating.  He must have needed to go because it seemed to last forever.

   After two more throat rapes, he allowed me to drop to the floor gasping for breath.  My stomach was cramping like crazy and I doubled up in pain causing me to question whether specifying I wanted a rough fuck was such a good idea.

      I recovered without throwing up on the expensive carpet.  Wayne climbed up on the bed.  He was on his knees and elbows in position for me to play his Rusty Trombone.

      “Come on Jessica, we’re just getting started.  My ass needs some loving,” said Wayne.

      I used the bed to pull myself to standing which brought me eye level with Wayne’s anus.  I parted his muscular buttocks and performed a preliminary pass of my tongue over his anus. 

       “That’s right, Jesse, lick my asshole.  At this moment, you’re the envy of every white whore on campus,” said Wayne.

       That was only partially correct.  There were lesbians who would feel sorry for me offering their pink assholes in substitution.  “It’s Jessica,” I said correcting him.

       “Cover my hole with your mouth, Jessica,” said Wayne.

       The way he said my name convinced me he didn’t like to be corrected.  I formed my lips around his anus and sucked butt as my tongue probed the center.  There is an art to eating a man’s ass and I had practiced it on Kurt until I had it down pat.  But Wayne full of surprises.

     As I breathed in, he farted.  All the gas contained in the large intestine of a seven foot giant filled my lungs causing my ears to pop due to pressure.

      “I hope nobody lights a match or you’ll explode,” said Wayne.  “Do it again.  I got another one for you.  If you’re real lucky, it’s a wet one.”

      I licked around his anus to improve the seal of my lips.  I issued a challenge before I put my mouth in position and vacuumed.  “Make it worth three hundred dollars.”

      I felt Wayne’s body tense as he contracted his abdomen.  It was a long fart, the kind that caused his buttocks to make a repeating snapping noise flapping again my cheeks.  It’s called a, “flutter buster” among fart fans.   The smell was bad enough to taste and I wondered if my lungs had been turned brown.  My senses took it all in and converted it to lust.  My lips and tongue attacked Wayne’s sphincter as my hand jerked his cock.  All in all it was a damn fine moment in my sexual progress.

      I tossed Wayne’s salad until he announced it was time to remodel my pussy.  That was the term he used, “remodel.”

     The never ending girl’s dorm debate of longer versus thicker wasn’t relevant when it came to Wayne. His was more than twice as long and double the thickness of a regular sized cock.  And that small group of idealistic femmes who claim size does not matter should have Wayne Staley stick his Johnson in their twat.

     A cock Wayne’s size does not slide easily into a sixty four inch girl.  Step one is to force the cock head past the tiny opening to my vagina.  Since the vaginal opening is a nerve rich region, the impact of being wedged open was comparable to live birth without anesthesia.  Come to think of it, Wayne’s cock head was about the same size as a baby’s head.

     “Tighten up your hole, Bitch,” said Wayne seizing my ankles in his hands and pulling them apart like it was Thanksgiving and I was the wishbone.  I felt on the verge of tearing a home made episiotomy when all of a sudden it passed the opening transferring the pain to the inside.

     “You ain’t ever going to forget this, little white girl,” said Wayne before burying his dick in me.

     Grapefruit sized balls slapped hard against my ass.  God why did I ask for rough?  I should have chosen nice and easy.  Rough was actually Kurt’s idea. “I stuck my hand in my mouth to keep from screaming as fourteen inches of my love tunnel turned red hot.  I wondered if his cock head rearranged my vital organs.  He held me immobile unable to escape the horrific feeling I was being split in two.

     But my pussy proved remarkably adaptable.  Minutes later, I was on top in a reverse cowgirl position.  My feet rested on top of Wayne’s thighs allowing me to raise and lower myself.  Cursing as I delivered open palmed slaps to my clit, I experienced multiple orgasms. 

      It was a weird fuck.  It felt like my insides were being pressed outwards as he drove inward.  On the withdrawal the suction created pressure in the opposite direction.  At times, I thought he was going to turn my vagina inside out.

     Wayne felt I need to be fucked in all the classic positions: missionary, dog style, cow girl, reverse cow girl, and side by side.  He handled me like I was a toy, flipping me around even spinning me on his cock.  How many girls have ever been spun like a top impaled on fourteen inches of man meat, just we lucky ones with two fifty to spare?

     Wayne was still in me when he opened a drawer on the bed table and removed a family sized bottle of Astroglide.  He flipped me into dog, pried my sphincter apart with his fingers, and inserted the nozzle in my hole.

     “Don’t want to damage your shitter,” said Wayne squeezing the plastic bottle to force about a quart of lubricant inside my GI tract.  He slipped two fingers in my sphincter and began stretching me.

     I leaked Astroglide for three days.  I had to wear a Kotex in the crack of my ass.  Wayne went on to explain his take on Caucasian female anatomy.

     “You white girls got delicate butts.  Black girls can take a baseball bat up the ass with no problem.  But white girl’s butt holes are weak.  First time, I ever ass fucked a white girl, I tore her ass up, knocked a hole in that motherfucker.  She was walking around campus with a bag tied to her asshole collecting her shit.  We wouldn’t want that to happen to you,” said Wayne working his fingers deep into my rectum to loosen me up.

     “No, Wayne I would prefer to go bag less,” I said.  I wishing he hadn’t mentioned that.  Colostomy was on my to-be-avoided list.

     Wayne’s hands were made for finger fucking.  While he was stretching my sphincter, he stuck two fingers in my vagina to massage my G-spot.  I orgasmed the moment he touched that sensitive nerve ganglia.  It was an incredible and unexpected climax.  I would swear my heart stopped for a moment.

      As I returned to the living, I made myself a promise that when I become a rich and successful author, I would find an Italian version of Wayne Staley to fuck me every day.

     “Cow girl up, Jessica,” said Wayne slapping his cock against my anus.  “If you got to scream, smother it in a pillow.  Don’t want the neighbors calling the cops.”

     God it hurt when he forced his cock up my ass but all-in-all I must admit the anal went easier than the vaginal.  We repeated all the positions separating them with ass to mouth or ATM.  I learned how the upper regions of my lower intestine tasted, not that great.   

     Since I was making a porn movie, we did the money shot.  Making good use of the mouthful of semen he provided, I gargled and blew bubbles before I swallowed and opened my mouth to show all gone.    

     I was lying on Wayne’s big bed trying to summon enough energy to get dressed and go back to my dorm room for a long nap when Wayne showed up with a bottle of energy water. 

      “Here,” he said handing me the bottle.  “This will hydrate you.”

      I hadn’t exactly been dehydrated fucking Wayne.  On the contrary, his piss was still sloshing about in my belly with a semen chaser floating on top.  Girls in my dorm called that a Duke cocktail.  But I said, “Thanks,” and took the bottle.  That was when I noticed he’d rolled a large piece of luggage into the bedroom and was opening it.

      “You’re ladies small, right,” asked Wayne laying a stack of tee shirts on the bed.  He unfolded one of the tees and read me the front.  “I fucked Wayne Staley and lived.”

      When he turned the shirt around, there was a life size reproduction of his cock alongside a ruler marking off fourteen inches.

      “Impressive,” I said not knowing what to say.

      “$25 each, 5 for $100,” said Wayne.

      Thinking they would make an interesting Christmas gift, I selected five different colors. 

      “And this beauty is $75,” said Wayne handing me a latex replica of his cock.  His name was written in what I supposed was his hand writing along the side of the dildo.   “You can lay in the dorm and beat off; all the while pretending it’s the real thing.”

      “I’ll take one.  You quite the business man,” I said reaching for my purse.

      “Just building the brand like they teach us in B school, Wayne Staley is going put his name on a lot of different consumer goods,” said Wayne, the budding entrepreneur.

      “I don’t have any change,” I said handing Wayne two hundred dollar bills.

      “Neither do it,” said Wayne taking the bills. 

      “I’ll take my change in tees,” I said grabbing a different color.  I’m a fast learner.

       I got Uncle Frank off just as the Wayne Staley segment of my video finished.  I found a tissue to wipe the brown off my face.  As I was wiping, I looked out the front window.  A pickup truck marked with Oviedo’s Landscaping had pulled up.  Ramon was coming to pick up his sister and the girls.  Our property has a security fence and a gate worked by a card key.  Persons cannot drive onto the property unless they have a key or someone in the house opens the gate.  But since Ramon came twice during the week to care for the lawn and gardens, he had a key.  Ramon and four of his workers who happened to be brothers and cousins were staring through the living room windows at the Wyatt family orgy which had just run short of usable cock.

      “Tia, invite your brother in for dessert,” said Mom looking pleased at the arrival of a fresh supply of men.

      Ramon and his group were quite wide eyed when they first arrived in the living room.  But Roselyn greeted them in Spanish, suggesting they get naked, enjoy a wine or beer, and join in the orgy.  They proved amiable to her suggestion quickly shedding their clothes.  We Wyatt women welcomed the newcomers by falling to our knees and sucking their cocks.

     One member of the group, Manuel the youngest, pushed past our open mouths to jump into my Dad’s lap.  They exchanged a long passionate kiss as they stroked each other’s penis.

     Your first time seeing your father kiss another male is a bit of a shock.  Even more shocking was when Dad knelt before Manuel and began sucking his dick.

     The landscapers gestured and pointed to me as they watched the television screen.  The next segment was on particular interest because of the importance of little people in Latin culture.   

     “Jessica minimizes,” came right after I got super sized.  I suppose you would call that clever editing.  Unlike with Wayne, there was no introduction.   Right off, there I was on Kurt’s bed with two little people. They were laying flat stacked on top of one another.  We were naked and I was going down on the pair switching my mouth between pussy and cock.

     The current cock in my mouth belonged to Carlos, a stocky Latino from Nuevo Laredo who spoke no English.  He lifted my head, pointed toward the screen and said something in rapid Spanish.

     “Roselyn, what did he say,” I asked?

     “Carlos says you must be a big time porn star to be fucking the famous little people,” said Roselyn taking a time out from licking Ramon’s balls.  “He’s very impressed that such an important person is sucking his cock.”

     “Little people,” was the term Roy and Esmeralda preferred.  They considered, “Dwarf” and “Midget” pejorative.   I don’t know all that much about their condition other than to qualify you have to be less than four feet ten inches tall.  Roy was four feet exactly; Esmeralda was two inches shorter.

       Esmeralda was the type of little person who took on the appearance of a very short but normal adult.  She was quite pretty and we got on well.  Roy had the short dumpy body we associate with dwarves, like Gimli in Lord of the Rings.  He was also very hairy.  And he was grumpy like dwarves are supposed to be.

     Roy and Esmeralda had appeared on over a hundred pornographic videos.  They provided excellent whispered directions on how to keep body parts of the greatest interest facing the camera. 

      Outside of the dwarf fetish, it was standard hardcore fare.  Esmeralda and I provided oral to Roy’s penis, testicles, and anus.  Dwarf butt smells and tastes like its larger version.  I perform cunnilingus on her as Roy inserted his hairy cock in me and pumped away.   I performed ass to mouth when he pulled out of Esmeralda’s butt and she returned the favor.

     The only remarkable moment came when they fisted me then double fisted me.  Fisting was a staple of little people porn.  Having someone’s arm inside your body is truly bizarre even if it is no bigger than a child’s arm.

     My dorm has a lesbian support group where they teach new comers to fist.  I’ve attended one of their sessions.  After a considerable amount of stretching with ever larger dildos and aided by a quart of Crisco, they get their hand inside the vagina.  Some of the more experienced lesbians take a fist up the ass.

     But Esmeralda almost effortlessly slipped her arm inside me and ran her fingers over the walls of my uterus.  It was painful when Roy added his arm to Esmeralda and they shook hands inside my womb.   After they fisted my vagina, they did my anus.  Esmeralda went into almost to her shoulder expanding my colon.  At first, Roy worked my vagina while Esmeralda packed my shit. 

     I lay there moaning they fisted me in every combination possible including forcing a fist in my mouth after it exited by bowels. At the finale, Roy dumped his load in my gapped open butt hole.  Esmeralda sucked it out and slowly dribbled it into my mouth.  Once again, I gargled, blew a semen bubble, swallowed, and opened my yap to show all gone.  Making porn is very repetitive when you think about it.

      As the scene ended, Leslie suggested we do a three way with Carlos.  I quickly agreed.  Juan joined us and we became a foursome.

     “Do all college girls drink pee,” asked Leslie looking up from between my legs?  She was doing an excellent job of eating my pussy even with the distraction of Carlos pounding her dog fashion.

     I didn’t want to get into the “to drink or not to drink” question being hotly debated in the girl’s dorm.  I gave a glib answer that left no doubt where I stood on the issue.  “Only the smart ones, want a taste?” I replied taking Juan’s cock out of my mouth to talk.

     Mary Beth had restarted the video to keep herself amused while Ramon screwed her.  The Latino stud was plowing the young slut and working her buds as she urged him to fuck her harder.  The rest of the family was either involved in an orifice or watching as they jerked off.  Robbie and Kevin had come back to life and were double teaming their step mom while Uncle Frank watched as he stroked it.

     The “Jessica minimizes,” segment had been superseded by, “Jessica explores the world of fluids.”  There were four of us in that segment: Kurt, Blaine, Stephanie, and me.  In porn terms, it was a wet video.

      At the start, Stephanie and I were kneeling giving head.  It was exciting to watch.  We were busy and highly capable fellatrix.  One minute I would be sucking Kurt and massaging Blaine’s testicles while Stephanie acted similarly.  Ever so often, we’d stop and kiss while we engaged in tit play.  Kissing a girl’s mouth tasting of cock and smelling of man is a real turn.  The taste is downright funky and the effect is heightened by male pheromones.  It tests my self control.  I could fuck a door knob after a hot oral session with those three.

      “It won’t make me sick,” said Leslie.

      “Far from it, it’ll put a shine in your hair and roses in your cheeks,” I said feeling relaxed.  “Watch the screen. Stephanie and I don’t get sick.”

      Two hours ago, I was embarrassed out of my mind as my family watched my on scream persona engage in anilingus with a ripe asshole.  You don’t know what true humiliation is until you’re seated between your parents with the rest of the family gathered while your on screen persona engages in hardcore acts so perverted they’re never discussed among decent folks. 

      But since that horrible time, the Wyatts had joined me in the lower depth of human sexual behavior.  I became an acorn that did not fall far from the tree.   What had I led my family into?

       I could tell Leslie wanted to drink my urine by the way she watched as Stephanie and I captured the guy’s penises in champagne flutes which they promptly filled with piss giving each glass a frothy head.  Stephanie and I interlinked our arms and stared in each other’s eyes as we downed the contents.

     We put the glasses aside when we finished and engaged in some torrid kissing that included swapping the urine back and forth allowing it to fall upon our breasts.

     “Can I try a little,” asked Stephanie reaching for an empty wine glass?

     “Sure,” I said raising my hips to get a proper angle.  I’d consumed enough wine myself to fill half the glass.  I reached for the glass having decided to mentor my young piss drinker.  “Let me show you how it’s done.”

      I took hold of Juan’s cock and dipped it into wine glass then placed the piss dripping cock in my mouth.   “Delicious,” I said before repeating the dip and suck action.  Then I took a drink and swallowed.

      “That is so fucking hot,” said an obviously impressed Leslie. 

      “Of course, real women drink straight from the tap,” I said aiming Juan’s cock at my open mouth.   Juan had fucked enough gringas to know their perversities.  He let lose a stream of strong yellow I gulped down.  When he finished, I passed my tongue over his cock head to get the last golden drops. 

     Leslie gathered her courage then took a small sip from the wine glass.  She wrinkled her nose then swallowed.

     “Good girl, I’m proud of you,” I said.  “Now cowgirl up and ask Carlos for a squirt.”

     Carlos, pee in my mouth a little,” requested Leslie.

     Carlos’ brow furrowed as he concentrated. 

     “It’s not bad,” declared Leslie wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

     “In the dorm, a bunch of girls get together and lick pee sickles,” I said.  It was the kind of stupid act college kids do.

     “Whose pee do you use,” I asked.

     “Different ones, last time it was beer piss one of the girls collected in the men’s room at the NC State game,” I said.

      Leslie and I redoubled our efforts to get Juan and Carlos off.  Before long, our determination was rewarded with a mouthful of body temperature semen.

     The men had emptied their guns and we girls were fucked out.  Matters had run their course and the crowd gathered their clothes and left. 

     “There’s nothing better than being surrounded by horny men wanting to fuck you, especially if they’re black with horse cocks,” said my Mom wistfully.  She and I were watching one of her favorite porn DVDs, Blacks on Blondes #32 with the sound off.

       The four of us were snuggled up in Mom and Dad’s king.  Everyone but the immediate family had left.  Dad was sound asleep with his arm wrapped around Mary Beth.  If you listened to them snore, you would know they were father and daughter.  Seth and Naomi had retired to their bedroom.  Naomi had quietly thanked me for inadvertently giving her the best afternoon of her pregnancy.

       “Poor Seth treats me like I’m made of glass.  The half dozen guys I fucked this afternoon will have to hold me until after the baby comes,” said Naomi giving me a hug.

       “I’m glad you enjoyed it, not that I planned it,” I said.

       “Say you’ll visit us after little Gary is born.  Seth will baby sit so we girls can go out on the town.  I know a club where the action is so hot all you have to do is sit on the commode in the men’s room and let the boys come in you,” said Naomi showing a flare for word play.

       I didn’t know they were going to name the baby after Dad but since he was the first grandson why not.  “I’d love to,” I said wondering if semen really tasted different on the West Coast.  One of my dorm mates is from Los Angles and she says she can determine state of origin after a load is deposited on her taste buds.

        “Well, good night and thanks again for making my pussy sore for a change,” said Naomi following Seth to the bedroom. 

      Mom and I were spooning which was nice even at my age.  Her breasts were firmly pressed against my back.  We hadn’t showered so we were coated with dried body fluids; a funky aroma filled the air.

     In a few years, I’d have my own family to care for and these moments would be a thing of the past.  In spite of the day’s exertions, I wasn’t sleepy and wanted a mother and daughter talk.  “You’re into black men,” I asked?

     “Yes, I have been since college.  Randall was my first black stud.  You know what they say. Once you go black; you never go back.”

     “You screwed Dad’s roommate,” I asked?

     “I was doing Randall before I met your Dad,” said Mom reaching down between her legs to rub her sex.

     “How did that come about if he and Dad roomed together,” I asked.

     “I started dating Randal while your Dad had gone home to be with his mother after his dad died,” said Mom who had decided to masturbate.

     My Grandfather Wyatt had died of a heart attack well before I was born.  It was unexpected.  “Dead before he hit the floor.  Best way to go,” was how my Dad described it.

      “So how did you and Dad meet,” I asked placing my hand on my own well used vulva?  In spite of a little tenderness brought on by overuse, it felt good to be getting off with Mom.

      “You Dad walked in and there I was riding Randall’s pony.  Randall hadn’t expected him back until the next day,” said Mom.

      “You were actually screwing Randall Moon when you met Dad,” I asked.

     “When we shook hands I was still mounted on Randall,” said Mom.

     “So when did you and Dad get together,” I asked?

     “As soon as Randall dumped his load, I did your Dad.  He seemed kind of down and I felt sorry for him.  He had buried his father three days ago.  I added his semen to Randall’s,” said Mom.

     “How was Dad compared to Randall,” I asked?  The question of why and to what degree were men of color superior to whites was endlessly debated in the girl’s dorm.

      “I hope Gary’s asleep or I’ll never hear the end of this.  Your Dad is better at going down on me.   The man has a magic mouth and he loves to dine on pussy.  Or at least he did when he was younger.  Lately, he’s gotten into dick.  You saw him tonight with Ramon’s little brother. But if a woman needs a good railing that leaves her pussy sore, you can’t beat an Afro-American.  And I’m not talking about a mulatto or a quadroon.  The less diluted their blood is from in breeding with the white race the better,” said Mom in her mother knows best tone.

      “That sounds very racist,” I said.

      “You’re right, it is racist but true.  Dorthea Morgan had this exchange student from Zimbabwe stay with her last year and he like to have fucked her and Sherry to death.  He was black as coal; nothing white about him.  It broke her heart when he had to go back to Africa.  She let me sample him one afternoon for helping her out with a fund raiser for Victims of Hurricane Monique.  The boy was a machine.  I didn’t get out of bed the next day.”

      “How is Sherry,” I asked?

      “Smart as they come and ugly as home made sin, she’s been accepted at Michigan.  Physics is her major,” said Mom.

      “Sherry is not ugly.  She’s plain,” I said.

      “Plain ugly,” said Mom causing us both to laugh.

      “How am I supposed to get myself off with you making jokes,” I said.

      “Do what I’m doing.  Imagining that basketball player’s cock is ripping my pussy open,” said Mom.

      “That reminds me, I have a tee shirt to give you but you can’t wear it in public.”

      “Why not,” asked Mom?

      “Wayne Staley fucked me is printed on the front and there is a life size image of his cock on the back,” I said.

      “There’s a place I can wear it,” said Mom.

      “Where is that,” I asked?

      “This is a super secret.  Maybe the best kept secret in Dothan other than your father likes boys,” said Mom.

      “I’ll never tell.  What is it?” I said.

      “Once a month, a select group of white ladies drive to the Marriott in Enterprise for a meeting of our club,” said Mom who was working her pussy hard.

      “Club, what club,” I asked although I could guess.

      “White Women Who Love Black Men, Randall and I are more or less in charge,” said Mom.

      “Sounds exciting, all this sex talk has gotten me horny.  Want to sixty nine, Mother?” I said.

      “I thought you’d never ask,” said Mom holding up the comforter so I could dive for her muff.