Message-ID: <7223eli$9801120006@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cuntmissy Subject: Brown Nosing by Phil Phantom (2/2) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34B94F7C.3788@hotmail.com> PART TWO OF TWO The following story is an uncensored sexual fantasy involving practices that are illegal, immoral, socially unacceptable, and messy. Only mature adults with a firm grasp on reality should venture further. This story promotes nothing, and nothing in this story should be taken seriously. Readers are cautioned not to attempt any of these acts without professional guidance and a net. If you are underage, hit the 'K' key. Reading stories like this can make you go blind. If you are a servant of the Lord, looking for sinners to convert, study this story and memorize it. This will help you recognize sinners when you see them. Good luck, and avoid mirrors! Phil Phantom "Brown Nosing" By: Phil Phantom Part 2 of 2 While the kids excitedly told him about the movie, I headed for my bathroom. I sat locked in my sanctuary for almost an hour, pondering my situation. I resolved to end the obscene game at some point, but was in no hurry. I drew imaginary limits, telling myself that if he tried such-and-such, I'd do so-and-so. Even while setting these limits, I questioned my resolve. Would he press his claim to the ultimate? Would he try it in private, or did he like showing off for his sisters? I wondered if he'd begin on my breasts. Would he strip me naked? Should I even bother putting on panties? Should I tell Frank what was happening? All of these things weighed heavily on my mind. In the end, I resolved not to tell Frank and to go about my business as usual. I also resolved to honor Pete's claim. For the remainder of the evening, Pete took advantage of every opportunity to re-stake his claim. Whenever out of Frank's sight, he rudely assaulted me. Sherry and Sandy hovered in the background. I offered no resistance to his groping hands and allowed him to remove my fresh panties and to place me in any position he pleased. I can't tell you how excited I was the first time he pushed my back to the wall, yanked my panties down and off, and exposed my tits. I stood passively accepting his breast mauling while Sherry and Sandy looked on with smiling approval from a few feet away. It was apparent that Pete intended to take his claim to the ultimate conclusion and do so with an audience. Having his sisters see everything he did to me obviously turned him on. I sank deeper and deeper under his mysterious spell and knew that I'd willingly grant him this ultimate surrender, even with my girls watching. The following morning, I arose early and primped for him. I shaved my pussy lips, washed and perfumed it. I fixed my hair and make-up and wore a sexy dress without bra or panties. With my highest high heels, I looked stunning. Frank noticed and made a crack about me going off to meet a secret lover. I smiled demurely. On the way out the door, he gave me a passionate kiss and rubbed my ass. He detected no panty line and reached under my skirt. His hand went between my legs and discovered my naked labia lips and my exceedingly wet pussy. He leaned back to look me in the face. I smiled back with guilt written in bold red letters. A smile broke over his face and he said, "Has Pete been behaving himself?" I resolved to come clean with Frank, but there wasn't time to bring him up to date. I simply smiled and said, "No, he's been a very bad boy." Frank smiled broadly and said, "Well, I'm not getting in the middle of this. You'll just have to handle it as you think best." I smiled and said, "Thank you, sweetheart. I want to handle Pete by myself." Frank smiled and eased out the door. I closed it behind him feeling like the luckiest and nastiest woman on Earth. I prepared breakfast as the kids emerged one by one. Sandy came out first and looked me over, saying, "Wow, Mom! You look great. Going somewhere?" "No, I just like looking my best." While I turned eggs in the skillet, Sherry walked in and stood at my left side. She wasn't there five seconds when I felt her hand creep up my inner thigh. I froze stiffly as her hand converged on my shaved pussy. Sandy slapped her hand away just before it discovered my coif. Sandy said sternly, "Don't touch. You know what Pete said." Sherry fired back while rubbing her arm, "Pete doesn't care if I touch it when he isn't using it." "He does too. Touch it again and I'm telling." My heart beat a steady tattoo. I loved the way they talked about me, not to me. I loved hearing how Pete enforced his claim. I forced my attention to breakfast preparation and eagerly awaited Pete's arrival. He came out minutes later and studied me with hungry eyes. Sherry and Sandy made way for him. Sherry pleaded, "Pete, you don't care if I play with Mom when you aren't using her, do you." I wanted to hug that little doll. She could not have phrased that better if she had known what she was doing. Any anxiety I felt quickly drained away. I waited eagerly for Pete to begin using me. He wasted no time and came up behind me. His hands traveled up the outside of my thighs, pulling his crotch into my buttocks. He wore only thin PJ bottoms, so his erection was apparent and felt delicious, nestled between my lower cheeks. He stands an inch less them me, so we made a good fit. His hands came around my lower front and dipped between my legs. The fingers delved between my legs and he discovered my denuded pussy lips. He signaled his approval by lunging his loins against my ass, jarring my whole body. His hands moved up my front, under the dress, and cupped my tits. He squeezed and molded them, rolling my nipples between thumb and forefingers. I swooned in his lewd embrace, arching my back, thrusting out my chest, and presenting my heated loins to his obscene grinding pelvis, oblivious to my daughters who stood looking on at my sluttish behavior. Pete brought his hands to the back of my dress. He dragged the long zipper down. The dress hung limply. He pushed the sleeves off my shoulders and easily worked it down to my feet. I stepped free, naked in my heels. Pete turned me to face the girls and held out my hand as though making a presentation. None of my kids had ever seen me completely naked. Their eyes roamed my body, making me feel totally decadent and wicked. Sherry dropped to her knees at my feet and peered up into my crotch, crying out, "Hey, Mom shaved her pussy for you, Pete. I think she wants you to fuck her. Are you going to fuck her?" I knew I could count on Sherry to say something to humiliate me. I could have kissed her. If Pete hadn't been thinking along those lines, my silence in the face of her analysis forced the issue. Pete proudly said, "Maybe after breakfast, if she's lucky. Right now, I'm hungry." He released my hand and I took that as a cue to finish breakfast. I cooked and set the table in the nude while my kids watched my every move. They sat around our oblong table as I dished out the meal. Pete ran his hands freely over my body whenever it was within reach. He pulled my chair alongside his. Sherry brought hers up on the other side of mine. I sat sandwiched between them, the three of us sitting across from Sandy. Pete lifted my left leg and laid it across his lap. After getting a nod from Pete, Sherry took my right and laid it over hers. In this lewd position, with their hands diddling my pussy, I tried to eat. I sat up straight with my chest thrust out, proudly displaying my 36'Ds'. Pete dipped his bread in runny yoke and painted it on my left breast. I cupped my hand under my tit mound, offering it up to this lewd attention. My nipples ached with need. Pete licked my tit and sucked my nipple. Sherry asked, "Can I?" He nodded and Sherry did the same on my right tit. Together, they lapped and sucked my tits. My passions were at a peak. My eyes could barely focus on Sandy, but she looked shocked yet intrigued. After the meal, Pete moved me to the living room. Sherry and Sandy gathered around as he made me kneel before him. He exposed his six-inch cock and waved it in my face. My hungry eyes followed it as it neared my lips. He pressed it to my parting mouth and I sucked him in. He fucked my face and came in my mouth. I sucked and swallowed. We took a brief intermission. Pete turned me over to Sherry after placing me on my back with my knees drawn up and laid out. My darling daughter had herself a ball, driving me to ecstasy. After ten minutes, Pete hovered over my loins, naked, and displaying his new erection. Sherry scooted clear as Pete descended between my legs. He pressed his cock to my wet opening, paused for dramatic effect, then entered me to the hilt in one lunge. My daughters got on their knees along both sides and observed from close-up the fucking of their mother by their brother, and their mother's shameless response. After he emptied his balls in my sex-starved pussy, there was no question that I was his whore. He, in fact, put it to me that way. I nodded my acceptance. Since that morning, I have denied him nothing, and he has taken everything. Frank was elated at the news and insisted I relate every detail to him. Though Pete had to keep a low profile when Frank was home, Frank wasn't home that much. Three days after securing the new job, Frank worked late then went out for drinks with Mr. Stone. They came by the house shortly after midnight, slightly crocked. It was a school night and the kids were in bed. I served beer and we sat around the table. Blake Stone kept giving me knowing looks. I found it difficult to maintain eye contact with him. He hinted constantly that Frank may have a bright future with the company. Frank was on top of the world. After thirty minutes of idle conversation, Blake asked to use the bathroom. I pointed down the long hallway and said, "All the way to the end and right." I watched him stagger down the hall. Frank and I exchanged smiles. We thought we had it made. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Blake returning. Curiously, he opened every door and peeked in on his way toward us. When he came to the girl's room, I nudged Frank and said, "Honey, he's looking in the girl's room. Honey! He just went into the girl's room!" Frank turned to look but only saw a closed door. Seconds later, light filtered under that door. I took Frank's hand and cried, "Frank, do something." "What?" "You can't leave him in there." "Honey, you heard what he said. I could blow this job." "Frank, he may be raping one of our daughters right this minute." "If anything, he's just fooling around with Sherry. He can't hurt her. What ever he does, she'll love it. I'm not risking this job to save her modesty or virtue, neither of which she ever had to start with." We sat in silence, listening. We heard no screams, but five minutes into his entrance, we heard noise such as would be made by a heavy person on a child's bed. I hung my head in my hands and thought the worst, wondering why Sandy hadn't come screaming from the room. Blake was in their room for almost thirty minutes. He emerged with his shirt open, his tails out, his fly down, and belting his belt. I watched him dress there in the hall and return to the table with a shit-eating grin. He took a long swallow of beer, patted me and Frank on the back and said, "You folks are very hospitable, my kind of people, company people. I think you two have a bright future with us." He grabbed his things and left, leaving us speechless. We watched the door to the girl's room, expecting one or both to come crying to us. We were both in a high state of anxiety, just waiting. After ten minutes, I couldn't take anymore. The light was still on, and the door was partially open. I eased up on it and peeked in through the crack. What I saw nearly made me shit. Sandy was tied naked, spread-eagled to her four-poster bed with two pillows under her ass. She had her panties stuffed in her mouth and pantyhose secured her arms and legs. Sherry knelt on her Sandy's bed by her hip and amused herself by dipping her fingers in the mess oozing from her sister's fresh-fucked pussy. I watched her smear those juices over Sandy's breasts as Sandy struggled futily. I backed away and went for Frank. Frank eased up and took in the astonishing sight. We watched for several minutes, then returned to the dining room. I said, "Christ, Frank, can you believe the nerve of that guy. He just raped our daughter." "His nerve, what about Sherry's. She seems quite pleased by the deal." "Sandy's going to kill her when she gets untied." "Not if we leave her alone for a while." "Frank, you're not suggesting we let Sherry keep doing that." "Come on, Bonnie. What's the harm?" I smiled. We went back and watched. Sherry never looked our way and was having herself a ball at Sandy's expense. Sandy stopped her struggles after a while, giving herself over to her lewd sister's fondling. After a few minutes, her hips seemed to welcome the abuse. They met Sherry's fingers. We waited until Sherry induced an orgasm in Sandy, then made our presence known. I made Sherry get down, then started untying Sandy's bindings. Frank did her feet, looking between her legs the whole time. I released her hands and removed the gag. Sandy said, "Mom, Mr. Blake raped me." I said, "Yes, we know dear." I cleaned her, tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and went to Sherry. I tucked Sherry in and kissed her smiling face. She looked into my eyes and said, "He raped her good, Mom." I smiled and turned out the light. Blake returned the following night shortly after one AM. Frank let him in. He went right to the girl's room. Frank returned to our bed and informed me that Blake was at it again. We listened for ten minutes, got turned on, and screwed for the next ten. Blake let himself out after two-thirty. I went in to comfort Sandy and found Sherry bound, gagged, and leaking semen from her cunt. Sandy stood over her smiling down, but refusing to assist in freeing her. I tucked my little darlings in and turned out the light. This went on for over a week. Blake only missed two nights. One night he arrived early with two out-of-town businessmen in tow. I set beers before them as Blake excused himself and went down the hall. Frank and I sat uncomfortably, carrying on small talk with our uninvited guests. After twenty minutes, Blake returned carrying his shirt. He motioned the first man to the girl's door. We watched him go in. He returned thirty minutes later and the second man made the trip. When they left, I had two girls to untie and a terrible mess to clean up. From then on, Blake was rarely alone. Sometimes five men waited their turns while I served beer and sandwiches. At Blake's suggestion, I wore only panties and heels. I was the warm-up act for my daughters. I had to tolerate their groping hands and lewd conversation. By the time they left, I'd be a raving, horny, mass of female flesh. I began stopping off at Pete's room and waking him with a surprise blow job that usually ended in a fuck. Before long I was staying with Pete all night. Pete found this wildly exciting and began treating me like his whore even in the presence of his father. Frank, far from acting put out, loves the arrangement. He concentrates on his work, and I take care of the home front. We have become a company family with a bright future. The End -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |