Manipulating the Neighbors. (Very Long English Story)

Chapter 9
I awoke the next morning with a start. Renee's bachelorette party was planned for later on in the evening. I still had a few things to do before the 8pm start.

As I pulled into the driveway of Beverly Wilson at 9am, there didn't appear to be anyone awake as I stepped up onto the porch of the double-wide trailer. After several knocks, the curtain on the door moved aside, as someone looked out.

Because I didn't want to spend all day at the Wilson's, I decided to "cheat."

A woman, similar to who Renee described as Beverly, opened the door. Only Beverly didn't look like the Beverly that had been described—it was difficult to see much through the white nightgown that fell to her ankles, although her 'spare tire' was evident. She was much more attractive than I had been led to believe and her hair was shorter and seemed to be curled—or either it was naturally curly—falling to mid-neck. However, her tits appeared to sit lower on her chest, just as described, and they did seem to be quite large.

Beverly opened the door to a complete stranger and, for some reason, felt an immediate urge to take her clothes off. She had absolutely no idea why she was feeling that way, nor why it was such an overwhelming urge, and growing every second she hesitated. She continued to be internally baffled when she realized she was soaking wet. The seemingly insatiable urge to have sex with the complete stranger standing at her door began to completely take over.

Without saying a word, I watched as the lady standing just inside the door reached behind her back. I stared into her eyes, which were locked on my own, as she unzipped the gown. Her hands moved to pull the gown off her shoulders, quickly baring her braless tits, before allowing it to drop into a pool at her feet.

"I see you've had a breast enhancement?" I commented, immediately noticing a big difference between the description Renee had given and how they looked now. Her D cup tits actually looked nice.

"They drooped badly, so I got them adjusted so they point upwards," she replied smiling, "I see you noticed."

She had no idea why she was talking to me as though I was her long lost best friend and was even more confused why she felt so happy about my noticing.

She watched as my eyes moved from her head to her feet, pausing to notice her white, French cut panties. Without a word, she quickly pushed her panties down her legs and off, revealing a thick patch of dark, curly pubic hair. I could just barely see the very top of her slit.

Although it was evident that she had been trying to improve herself since the several years Renee had seen her, Beverly's legs were still on the flabby side and were in serious need of a tanning bed. Her ass and hips still had cellulite, something that isn't so easy to get rid of.

"Where is Tina?" I asked walking past her, into the house. I busily "listened" to her think as she formulated the answer. I immediately "heard" everything I needed to know.

"She's at her house. Do you want me to call her? She lives just up the road," Beverly offered. Her mind was screaming at her, but she didn't know why. She felt like she knew me, but couldn't for the life of her remember my name.

"Yeah," I replied, "And tell her to bring her girlfriend too."

Beverly immediately hesitated at the mentioning of her daughter's 'girlfriend.' It was a very sore subject for her. Apparently, she and Sheree do not get along at all.

"What is it?" I asked her, noticing her furrowed eyebrows, "Do you have a problem with them coming over?"

"Of course not," she replied immediately, but then said, "I love my daughter. I just don't like her friend."

"Her 'girlfriend, ' you mean," I corrected her, "What, did Sheree take your lover away from you?"

Again, Beverly looked at me with a 'how the hell did you know that' look, but soon replied, "Maybe."

"Maybe?" I asked and then added, "And since Sheree is black, when she forces you to participate, you really don't like that either do you? And she forces you nearly every time they come over doesn't she?"

"I don't like having anything to do with blacks," Beverly replied almost angrily.

"You will from now on," I told her and asked, already knowing the answer simply from 'listening' to her thoughts, "Who is the dominant one, her or Tina?"

"Sheree, definitely," Beverly replied, "Sheree whips her ass, ties her up—all kinds of crazy shit. And Tina goes back for more!"

"And when they come over here," I asked, "Why do you stay around if you don't like it so much?"

"Because they just show up!" she replied defensively, "They come over at all hours of the night too—1am, 5am—they don't care what time it is."

"At 5am they force you to fuck?" I asked unconvinced.

"They jump on my bed, while I am sleeping, rip my clothes off, and a lot of times Sheree makes me play with myself while watching her and Tina fuck over and over again. But most of the time, they both force themselves on me," Beverly answered, "Sheree's been begging Jeremy to fuck her so he can put a baby in her belly so that her, 'two white bitches' can nurse from her tits—of course Tina and I are her 'two white bitches.'"

"Are her tits bigger than you and Tina's?" I asked.

"Are they?" she asked as though I had just asked the dumbest question in history, "My baby's are D's. Tina's are a little bigger than mine, maybe. Sheree has utters—probably EE—but they stand up very well, and they're all natural. They droop a little, but not very much."

"Has she fucked Jeremy?" I asked next.

"No, he has a girlfriend—or that's his excuse. But he had no problem when Sheree and Tina pretty much raped her last week. She begged them to stop, but it was like she was talking to a wall."

"So, you simply don't like fucking black women. You still like to fuck white women, right?" I asked and added, "Even if they don't want too."

"Well, of course," she replied smiling, "I don't even mind being forced myself, as long as they aren't black."

"So you're racist," I pointed out.

She thought about it a minute before replying, "I guess so."

"In that case," I began getting very serious, "From this point on, you will willfully, cheerfully, and immediately submit to any black woman whose tits are larger than yours. You will offer to eat her pussy or service her in any way she desires. Although you will give the outward appearance that you are absolutely enjoying yourself, internally you will be repulsed by it but at the same time you will be extremely horny from it. The only way you can get off, other than with me—or unless I tell you otherwise—is by sex with a black woman, or multiple black women. You will treat your black lovers with the utmost respect, including addressing them with 'yes ma'am, ' or 'no ma'am'."

She looked at me for a moment with a blank expression before it changed to a 'you just lost your mind' look before she said, "Whatever!"

"Great," I said as though she had said 'yes, ' "Go ahead and call them over here. Where is Jeremy?"

"He and Monica, his girlfriend, are in his room," she replied lifting the phone with no further protest.

"Go wake them up when you get off the phone," I told her as I sat on the couch to wait.

"Yes ma'am," I heard Beverly say into the phone as she hung it up.

A moment later, a guy I presumed was Jeremy entered the living room, still half-asleep, followed by a girl who I also presumed was Monica. She was almost as tall as he was, around 5'8, with long, dirty blonde hair. She had a t-shirt on that came down to mid-thigh. Although she wasn't fat, she had a little meat on her bones—larger than optimal arms, thighs, and calves. I was able to glimpse a shot of her t-shirt covered ass, which looked to resemble the rest of her body—which was a little bigger than it should have been. Although it seemed to flare nicely, it appeared mostly flat. Her tits looked absolutely lost on her upper body—B cups at the most. She was one of those girls who was a little heavier than normal in all the wrong places while being a little smaller than normal in all the wrong places. Despite all that, she had a nice face.

"This is Jeremy and his girlfriend Monica," Beverly said introducing them as they all came into the living room. They both said hello as they yawned neither immediately realizing Beverly's state of undress.

It was almost at the same time they noticed. "Mom," Jeremy began but was cut off by an overwhelming urge to strip. He quickly pushed down his shorts and boxers, leaving him naked. He looked at Monica and immediately ordered her to do the same thing.

With a stunned, open-mouth expression, Monica immediately pulled her t-shirt over her head revealing that she had nothing else on. She was completely naked, confirming for me how small her tits were in comparison to the rest of her body—they were small B cups with conical shaped nipples, almost puffy looking, and very pinkish. She turned slightly, also confirming that her ass was almost as flat as a board, two dimples were situated just too either side of her backbone, right above her ass cheeks.

"Jeremy," I began as he sat down in the recliner. The expression on his face gave away his extreme confusion as to why he just did what he did, "Do you and your mother remember Renee Grant?"

"Yeah," he replied after a moment. Beverly replied, "I do too."

"Good," I continued, "Because I know all about the little party you all had with her a few years ago."

"She wanted it," Beverly replied with a mischievous smile, "Or she did after she left. I am pretty sure she left here a bi-sexual."

Beverly couldn't believe she was talking so openly about a subject that she knew could get them into a lot of trouble! Without being able to stop, she heard herself say, "About six months after that party, although she stopped seeing Jeremy after that night, I caught her at her house, alone. I told her if she cooperated and made love to me, I would leave before her sister got home. Needless to say, that girl licked my cunt like a possessed woman. We fucked for two hours before I left."

"You took her virginity that night didn't you Jeremy?" I asked, although it was more of a statement than a question.

"Fuck yeah," he replied, "That party was the bomb. I made her watch me fuck several other girls that night. I didn't cum in any of them. I would fuck one, pull out of her, and have another lie down—all with Renee right beside us watching. Finally, after I did that with like eight or ten girls, with my cock soaked with their juices, I slammed into Renee, cumming as deeply into her as I could. I think I convinced her that she was pregnant. I had hoped she was, but it didn't happen. After I fucked her several times that night, mom and Tina made her eat the pussies of every girl I had fucked that night—at least ten girls, including her friend Amanda. By the time I got them back to Amanda's house, they were exhausted and totally fucked out."

 

"What would you say to the opportunity to fuck her again?" I asked, "Her and her sister, two cousins, Amanda, her soon to be sister-in-law, and another friend--they are all going to be her bride's maids."

"She's getting married?" Beverly asked, "To who?"

"That doesn't matter right now," I replied, "Would you like to fuck them or not?"

"Definitely her sister," Jeremy replied, "I don't know the rest of them, except for Amanda."

"Jeremy!" Monica protested, slapping him lightly on the arm, "You will not!"

"Trust me," I replied causing him to ignore her, "Other than Amanda and that friend I couldn't name, they are all very, very fuckable."

"I'll do whatever I damn well please," Jeremy shot back at her, "And if I tell you to suck my cum out of their assholes, you'll do that as well as anything else I tell you to do."

"Actually," I immediately responded, "She, Beverly, and you will do what I tell you to do, as will Tina and Sheree."

I said this as the door was opening, momentarily cutting off his reply. Tina walked in with Sheree right behind her.

"Why is everyone naked?" Sheree immediately asked beating Tina to it.

"Because I told them too," I replied calmly, "Tina, I want you naked as well—strip."

As had everyone else, Tina's mind screamed at her as she felt herself began disrobing. Her pink t-shirt was first, revealing she had no bra on underneath. Her tight jeans were next, followed by her pink, see-through panties.

"You have changed quite a bit," I commented. Renee's description of Tina was definitely out-dated. Although Tina still had straight, shoulder length, dark brown hair, she was almost what you would call skinny, although her tits were D cups. Her arms and legs seemed to be toned, and she had a decent tan. Her ass looked firm—with very little flair, although it stuck outward very nicely. She was actually a very attractive girl.

"I see being with Sheree has done you some good," I added. I knew from "listening" that Sheree had made her get a tummy tuck, a nose job, and a breast lift. She HAD to go to the gym four times a week and could only eat foods that Sheree allowed her to eat and in the past several months, Sheree had begun making Beverly do the same thing—Sheree had made her get the breast lift.

"She and Beverly are my bitches," Sheree piped in, "And if Jeremy would allow it, Monica would be too."

Monica seemed to try to slide behind Jeremy to get away from Sheree's hungry stare. She was very uncomfortable with being talked about like that but said nothing.

Beverly, on the other hand, dropped to her knees in front of Sheree and pleadingly asked, "Ms. Sheree, please, may I be of service to you? I would really like to make your stay at my house pleasurable. May I eat you out?"

Sheree, although tall, had a light-chocolate complexion. Her hair was short but styled. She looked to be in great shape, the only part of her body that was overly large were her tits. They were very large on her, even though she was tall—very close to my height at 6'0. Her height helped proportion her weight, giving her a look of being skinner than she actually was--she's probably 150 pounds. She has a great ass with the hips and thighs to go with it—at least judging by looking through her jeans.

She briefly looked at Beverly with confusion, as did everyone else in the room. After a moment, she replied, "My pussy is reserved for your daughter, at least for now. But you can have my asshole. Beg to eat my asshole out!"

Everyone watched in stunned silence as Beverly pleaded with Sheree to let her pull her jeans and panties off so she could 'rim her beautiful black bottom.' This went on for several moments until Sheree held her hand up to silence her.

I "told" Sheree what I wanted her to say. Sheree said, "If I allow you to do this, you recognize my authority over you and your daughter and that she and I will move back in with you, permanently. She and I will sleep in your bedroom. You will cook and clean, and service us in whatever ways I decide, without any hesitation."

"Yes! Yes," Beverly said quickly as she nodded, trying to speed Sheree along so she could delve in.

"You will absolutely be my slave. If you try to leave me, I will hunt you down, bring you back, and beat you to within an inch of your life. I may, if I tire of you, sell you to someone else. I will control everything about you, right down to what tampon brand you wear," Sheree told her, "Do you agree to all of this?"

"Of course!" a now seemingly frantic Beverly replied as she tried to pry Sheree's hand away from the button and zipper on her jeans.

"And you give your daughter to me too, right?" Sheree asked as she looked at a still stunned Tina.

"YES!" Beverly replied quickly.

"Okay," Sheree replied taking her hands away from her jeans, "You can eat my ass now—but ONLY my ass. You can't have my pussy until I say you can."

"You can become her slave after I finish with you all in a few days," I chimed in just as Beverly ripped Sheree's jeans and panties down her legs. Sheree stepped out of the clothing, leaving her naked from the waist down. She then leaned forward over the couch, her hands on either side of a now very uncomfortable Monica, who was trying to get away from Sheree but couldn't. She couldn't help but notice Sheree's tank top hanging down in front of her, showing the entirety of both of her enormous swinging breasts.

Beverly buried her face in Sheree's presented ass. Everyone in the room, except Monica who was staring at two of the largest tits she'd ever seen (of course she had seen them one time before when Sheree and Tina more or less raped her). Monica was immediately disgusted with herself as she felt herself moisten at the sight of the two very large and, to her confused repulsion, very sexy tits.

"If you kiss them, you will be my slave too," Sheree told Monica who was shaking, "You know you want to kiss them—kiss the top of each of them ... go on..."

Monica looked to Jeremy whose attention was split between watching his mother eat ass and his girlfriend being told, and seemingly tempted, to become another woman's slave.

"It's up to you," Jeremy told her, "I am sure Sheree will let me borrow you if I want too."

"Only after she earns you," Sheree responded as she smiled down at a now seemingly very uncertain Monica.

Monica could not believe how overwhelming the urge was to kiss the magnificent tits that were dangling in front of her. She had never been even remotely attracted to other women before this moment. Now, all of a sudden, her pussy was flooding at the idea of being sexually dominated by this woman!

Monica absolutely couldn't believe hear ears when she said, "Will you enslave my mom and sister too?"

"How old is your sister?" Sheree asked.

"Thirteen," Monica replied.

"I have a young niece who will be perfect for your sister," Sheree replied, "So, yes, I'll take them too."

As though in a dream, Monica seemed to watch herself lean forward and gently kiss the top swell of Sheree's left breast. She then did the same to the right before lifting her hand up to pull the shirt out of the way.

However, she was stopped as Sheree said, "I didn't tell you to uncover them. I told you to kiss them, just kisses on each breast until she finishes with my asshole. You'll have to earn the right to lick my breasts and then from there you will earn the right to suck them. Eventually, you will earn the chance to eat my pussy, but like Beverly, you'll have to earn it. For now you can kiss the tops of my tits and lick my asshole."

Everyone got quiet for a few moments, watching Beverly continue to eat out Sheree's ass, as Monica continuously kissed her tits. Finally I broke the silence by asking, "Beverly, where's your husband?"

"We're divorced. He lives on the other side of town," she mumbled without stopping what she was doing.

"Jeremy, do you still talk to him?" I asked.

"Yeah," he replied as though it was a dumb question.

"That's good. When I contact you in a few days, have your dad ready to help us," I replied, "I'll call you on your cell phone—be sure to answer."

I paused to let them get up, a look of confusion passed across his face. I then said, "You can leave now. From now on, Monica is no longer your girlfriend. You are not to have anything to do with her unless Sheree pays you to—payment can be anything; it doesn't have to be just money."

He said nothing, nodding that he understood.

I turned back to the others and said, "Now, here's what I need from you. Sheree, do you have a black girlfriend, or two, to help us. I'll pay them if I need too?"

"Well of course," she said smiling at me, "I have a couple of them."

I proceeded to tell them what I needed. I made sure everyone knew that Sheree wasn't their master until I told them so. Before I left, I had Sheree order Tina to eat her pussy, getting her off after only a few minutes.

 

I watched the girls pull out of the Grant's driveway at 7:45pm that evening. I followed them as they headed to one of the nicer restaurants in town. I made sure that none of them recognized my vehicle, nor me once we got there (at least not until I wanted them too)—although only Renee and Deanna would have actually known who I was.

They were all dressed identically—jeans and white t-shirts with "Girls Night Out" on the front and "Maid" on the back, except for Renee who had "Bride" on the back of hers and Deanna with "Maid of Honor" on hers. Renee also wore a cheap, silver tiara.

The restaurant, as do most nice ones, also had a bar. Incidentally, Kimberly knew the bartender very well and soon had Margaritas on the table for everyone, although none of them were of the legal age to be drinking. Kimberly had supplied everyone with fake IDs just for this particular dilemma.

Even though none of them got drunk, Dana and Samantha (Renee's soon to be sister-in-law) were definitely getting tipsy. The others had a nice warm buzz, it seemed. When finished with dinner, they left the restaurant, driving to one of the local nightclubs.

At the door, they all presented their fake IDs, which the bouncer immediately recognized as such. But I made sure he allowed them in—free of charge, to their delight.

For the next four hours, the girls danced and drank as though they didn't have a care in the world. They didn't have to pay for any of those drinks, of course, and by the end of the night they were all headed down the road of being smashed. Kimberly, feeling like she was the most sober of them all, volunteered to drive home.

Although the bar had a policy of not allowing patrons to take alcohol out of the building, on this night, each of the girls were allowed to take a margarita home. The bar also gave them an opened bottle of tequila for 'a little party when they all got home.' Staggering to the Tahoe, the girls managed to pile in and pull out of the parking lot.

Officer Ken Davis didn't know why he had decided to sit across the road from the nightclub that night. He was usually down at the local 7/11 drinking coffee at this time. Nor did he know why he decided to follow the Tahoe when it pulled out of the parking lot, other than the fact that it had six very good looking (at least they looked good from his spot across the road) young women in it, all of which looked slightly on the drunk side.

He waited until they got away from the club, into a part of town that was completely dead at night, before pulling them over.

"Shit!" Kimberly said looking out her rear view mirror. By now they all had noticed the blue lights.

"What are we going to do with our drinks?" someone in the back asked. She then answered her own question, "We have to throw them out!"

"NO!" Kimberly replied quietly, but firmly, "he'll see you do that! Just put them on the floor and try not to spill them!"

"This truck smells like alcohol," Renee said giggling. She wasn't stone cold drunk, but she was getting there.

"Everyone just be quiet and let me handle this," Kimberly told them just as the officer tapped on her window with the butt of his flashlight.

She rolled down her window. He shined the light directly in her eyes and immediately noticed they were red and remained dilated—an indicator of someone being inebriated. He smiled and said, "Good evening ma'am, may I see your driver's license and proof of insurance."

"Yes sir," she replied, her hands shaking as she turned the interior light on so she could see to get her billfold out of her purse to get her driver's license. But when she did, the light allowed the officer to see Renee's drink, which was on the floor between her feet. He also clearly saw Kimberly's drink on the floor between her feet as well.

Kimberly's breath caught in her throat when she realized her mistake. She froze as she watched him shine the light on both drinks, but relaxed a little when he didn't say anything. She quickly got the information he wanted, handing both of them to him.

He said nothing as he walked back to his car. Kimberly and the girls sat in silence for around ten minutes before he came back.

As he was walking back to his car Officer Davis had a "thought." At first he chastised himself for thinking of doing such immoral, unethical, and illegal things, but the thought didn't go away and soon he had totally bought into the idea. Instead of calling into dispatch with the girl's information, he got on his cell phone and called Officer Janet Stephens. Although an attractive woman, Officer Stephens was the biggest dyke he had ever known and he knew she would be more than happy to assist him with this situation.

A few minutes later, Kimberly and the girls watched another cop car pull in behind the first one.

"Fuck," Kimberly said softly, "There's another cop pulling up."

"When are we going to be home?" someone called from the back. Kimberly turned to see that it was Dana. She was by all accounts drunk.

"We'll be home in a little while," Kimberly replied realizing the girl was only half-awake.

She turned back just in time to see Officer Stephens before she announced her presence, "Ms. Rials, would you please step out of the vehicle."

"Sure," Kimberly replied nervously. She looked across at Renee who was now very worried. As she opened her door she asked, "Is there some sort of problem, officer?"

Janet didn't immediately answer, as she watched the girl get out of the car. The girl was very pretty and as Janet watched, realized, she had a good body. Janet could hardly keep her eyes off the girl's huge tits. She made a mental note to thank Ken for calling her and now clearly understood what Ken meant when he asked her if she wanted to have a little fun.

"Maybe not if you are willing to submit to a breathalyzer," Janet replied.

"Of course I will," Kimberly replied not believing she was still drunk. Janet held out the tube and Kimberly breathed into it.

A moment later, Janet announced, "Your blood-alcohol registered .18. Even if you were twenty-one, that's over the limit. You are also in possession of an open-container and since you are under twenty-one, you are a minor in possession of alcohol," Janet paused, nodded at Ken who stepped up and turned her around, pressing her against her vehicle. Janet continued, "You are under arrest for DUI, open-container, and underage possession."

"Please," Kimberly said frantically, whirling around. She was now grasping for anything to get their sympathy, "It's my cousin's wedding is in three days. If you arrest me, it will ruin it."

"You should have thought about that before you decided to drive drunk," Janet said with no remorse. Ken turned her back around, pulling her left arm behind her.

Again Kimberly turned, "There MUST be something I can do for you, anything, just name it."

Janet's eyes narrowed before she replied tersely, "And now you will be charged with attempted bribery of a police officer."

For the third time, Ken turned her back around, pulling both arms behind her, snapping the cold steel of his cuffs on the now sobbing girl. He moved her to the hood of the truck and pushed her upper body forward.

Janet stepped up to begin frisking her, running her hands down the front of her shirt, over her nice, big, soft tits. She squeezed them as she went by, moving down the girl's stomach, down her hips, running one hand down the front of her jeans, before moving around to her ass. She squeezed both cheeks, taking in their texture before moving down her legs.

"Stay just like you are," Janet told her, "Do not move."

Kimberly laid her head on the hood of the truck and continued sobbing.

"You in the front passenger's seat, please exit the vehicle and walked slowly around to the front," Ken ordered Renee.

Renee, shaking with nervousness, opened her door and did as she was told. A moment later, she was at the front of the truck as ordered.

Janet stood over her as Ken grabbed her purse and asked, "Is this your drink on the floorboard?"

"Yes," Renee replied.

"Are you twenty-one yet?" Janet asked, "I see you are the bride, hopefully you're at least twenty-one if you are planning to get married."

"Yes," Renee replied, "I have my ID in my purse."

Ken handed her the purse, allowing her to get her ID. She handed him the fake ID, which said she was twenty-three.

For some reason, Ken knew without a doubt it was fake, although he had no idea how he knew. It was a helluva good fake if it was, he told himself.

He looked up at her and asked, "If I run this identification number, is it going to be valid?"

"Of course," she replied, her nervousness and continuous fidgeting giving her lie away. She was also pretty drunk and where normally she would have caved immediately, she was impaired enough to believe she could actually get away with it.

Ken got on his radio right in front of her and said, "Dispatch, run this driver's license number for me."

He held the card up so he could look at Renee as he read the numbers. A moment later the dispatch replied, "That number comes back as 'no record found.'"

He repeated the number to make sure he'd read it correctly. She read it back to him and again said it came back to 'no record found.'

After thanking the dispatcher, he looked at Renee and said, "Presenting false identification is a felony."

Janet added, "So, since it's obvious you are under twenty-one, we have you with misdemeanor possession of alcohol by a minor and an open-container violation as well as a felony charge. You'll be going to jail with your bridesmaid here."

"Please," Renee pleaded as she began to cry. She felt herself being pushed over the hood of the truck just as she had watched Kimberly be a few moment ago, "I'm getting married in three days! Please don't do this!"

"Hush," Janet snapped at her, "You all should have thought of that before you tried to give us fake IDs! You would have gotten a simple ticket for everything else!"

The girls who remained in the truck could see everyone talking, but couldn't hear. Soon, the officers were opening both passenger doors, ordering everyone else out. They too were taken around to the front of the truck. When asked for identification, all of the girls presented their fake IDs, not aware of the result of Renee's attempt. Prior to everyone else being ordered out of the vehicle, Kimberly and Renee were ordered to keep quiet with the threat of more charges if they didn't.

Ken asked each girl twice if the ID she had given him was real. Each time they all said 'yes.' He allowed each girl to hear the dispatcher say 'record not found' to each one before they too were handcuffed and frisked.

Janet was soaking wet by the time she finished with the last girl, which the red-head named Samantha, who according to her real driver's license was only sixteen.

After everyone was cuffed, Ken searched the vehicle, finding the opened bottle of liquor, all of their individual cups of alcohol, and several small bags of marijuana which he planted.

"Whose are these?" he asked throwing the marijuana bags on the hood of the vehicle so they could all see them.

Everyone started talking at once, each denying they had ever seen bags before. When the two cops simply nodded their heads with, 'yeah, whatever' looks, the denials turned into a blame game—each blaming the others. Ken and Janet let this go on for a few minutes before telling them all to shut up.

"I don't care whose they are. They were in the vehicle so we are going to charge you all with possession of drugs. Right now that's all it will be, but there might be enough here for a possession with intent to distribute charge. That could be a felony for each of you. We'll have to weigh it when we get to the station to make a final determination on your charges," Janet informed them.

 

"But it isn't ours," Amanda protested, now tearfully.

"It never is," Janet laughed.

With the girl's lying over the hood of the vehicle arguing with each other, Janet and Ken stepped away from them to talk without being overheard. Janet asked, "Do you think we should actually go through with this?"

"Fuck yes," he replied, "They would do anything to get out of going to jail. All they can talk about is how the wedding is ruined."

"Okay," she replied, "Let's see what they'll do."

"Janet," Ken called stopping her as she moved back towards the car. She turned to look at him as he said, "You owe me big. So big that the next time you and Peggy get together, I get invited."

She smiled at him and said, "Now Ken, you know Peggy and I don't like cock. But if this goes like I am hoping, you can come over several times and fuck us however you want."

"That's not enough," he replied stepping up to her, putting his hand on her slightly oversized gut, "You and Peggy are very cute, but for the snatch I've just potentially delivered to you, I want both your daughters too."

"Shit Ken!" she replied shocked, "No fucking way! They're only thirteen and fourteen."

"Exactly," he replied with a devious grin.

She looked at him with shock for a moment, during which time she realized that the idea actually turned her on—which completely floored her, drawing an immediate internal scolding. She finally replied, "Fine. But only if this works out."

"Great," he said smiling, leading them back to the girls.

He walked up to Kimberly, stood her upright, and turned her to face him and Janet. Her makeup was now smeared from the crying.

Janet said, "You said earlier you would do anything to get out of this. Are you still willing to do that?"

"Yes," she mumbled.

"We have you and your friends on a lot of charges, so you're going to be required to do a lot to make up for it all. If everyone doesn't cooperate, everybody goes to jail," Janet told her, "You need to make sure they are all onboard before we begin."

Kimberly turned to the others and said, "They are willing to let us go."

"Thank god!" one of them replied, cutting Kimberly off.

"But we have to cooperate with them first. We all have to cooperate or we all go to jail," Kimberly continued, "Does anyone have a problem with that?"

"What do we have to do?" Renee asked for the rest of them.

"We are going to use Kimberly as a demonstration. If any of you decides you do not want to cooperate, we will simply take you all to jail. You'll probably all get bonded out by the middle of next week," Janet replied, "Of course, that will last until your trial. With all these charges, you are all looking at several years in prison especially with the felony marijuana charges."

Ken took the handcuffs off Kimberly and walked her to the shoulder of the road. All the girls were watching when Janet stepped up to her and said, "Show me your tits."

All the girls seemed to gasp at once. One even said, "No!"

At that moment, Kimberly realized what the cooperation was going to entail. She had heard of cops abusing their powers like this, but had never actual thought it would happen to her. Then, all of a sudden, she had an overwhelming urge to cooperate—combined with the fear of going to jail.

She looked Janet and Ken over briefly before responding. Janet was around 5'6 and overweight. Her stomach pouched outward, giving her a look of having a slight gut and her ass was very large—overweight large. But the rest of her body was normal—though it was hard to tell specifics with her uniform on. Her breasts were average, around a B or small C cup. She had an attractive face with black curly hair.

Ken, on the other hand, was a typical male cop—overweight with a gut hanging over his belt. Although he didn't look too bad in the face, Kimberly would have certainly preferred someone else.

As everyone watched, stunned, Kimberly slowly pulled her shirttail out of her jeans. She thought to herself, 'this isn't too bad!'

Janet and Ken watched as the girl lifted her shirt and bra simultaneously, revealing her large, naked tits. Janet immediately noticed her nipples were rock hard, indicating to her that Kimberly was aroused.

"Finish taking your shirt and bra off and hand them to Ken," Janet ordered. Kimberly hesitated briefly before figuring that taking her shirt and bra completely off wasn't much different than lifting them high enough to show her tits.

Kimberly handed the garments to Ken as ordered, who put them on the hood of the truck right in front of everyone.

"You should all keep in mind that everything we are having Kimberly do, we are going to ask you too do. So if any of you have any problems with anything we ask, please say so and we'll stop, let her get re-dressed, and we will take you all downtown," Janet clarified for everyone and then pointed out that, so far, no one had said anything. There were a few gasps when she was told to lift her shirt and bra, but nothing more.

Janet waited a moment for any responses before continuing, "Kimberly, put your hands flat on the hood of the truck and stand with your feet, shoulder width apart."

She did as told, standing between her sister and Samantha who moved to the side to give her enough room. They watched as Janet moved behind her, reached around and cupped both of her large, swaying, naked tits.

"I am just going to make sure you don't have weapons," Janet said just loudly enough for everyone to hear, as she firmly squeezed both of the now panting girl's tits. At first she squeezed as much of the tit flesh into her hands as she could, much of it spilling out, her hands too small to hold it all. Soon, she had pinpointed her efforts on Kimberly's areoles and nipples, lightly pinching her nipples until they were as rock-hard and pointed as they would get.

Her hands then moved downward across her slightly overweight stomach, which pouched just slightly from the angled position in which she was standing.

"I really love women with a little meat on their bones," Janet said quietly, "You are just perfect."

She said this as she slid her hands along her hips, before they came to rest holding both of her ass cheeks.

"I can't tell if you are concealing anything in these tight jeans," Janet informed her smiling, "You're going to have to take them and your panties off."

"What?" Kimberly asked more out of shock than not actually hearing.

Renee chimed in, "You can't be serious! Hasn't she done enough?"

"We haven't done anything yet, darling," Janet replied smiling at Renee, "And yes I was serious."

As though she realized she was 'taking one for the team, ' Kimberly dropped her hands the button on her jeans.

"Turn and face me," Janet ordered her just as she unsnapped the button. Kimberly did as she was told, unzipping the jeans as she turned, baring the very top of her dark blue panties.

She then hooked her thumbs into the waistbands of both garments and simultaneously pushed them downward, her upper body blocking any immediate view from the front as she gradually pushed them down her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. Her large tits swayed freely as she pushed her jeans off, to the delight of both Janet and Ken, who watched in silence. She stood back up, completely exposing her naked body to the stares of everyone as she kicked her jeans and panties completely off.

"For the rest of this night," Janet immediately began once Kimberly had completely taken her jeans off, "All of you will do whatever Ken and I tell you too."

She was several feet in front of Kimberly when she said this. She paused, held her opened palm outward, and upward at waist level and said, "Kimberly, I want you to place your pussy in the palm of my hand."

At first Kimberly didn't quite understand, nor did some of the other girls who had confused looks on their faces. So, after a moment of seeing Kimberly's confusion, Janet clarified herself, "Pretend my hand is a saddle—sit on my hand."

She now knew exactly what the officer wanted. Although they didn't know it, the order sent a jolt through the pussies of every one of the girls. None of them knew why the particular order caused such a reaction to shoot through them—all they knew was that it did. However, each of them was completely embarrassed by it, as they internally admonished themselves for being turned on by such a despicable thing.

Janet soon realized that none of the girls had said a word after the order, noting the stunned looks on each of their faces. But Kimberly was staring at her hand like it was something she had always dreamed of doing—with a determined, almost eager look on her face.

The girls watched in silence as Kimberly took the couple of steps needed to get to the Officer. They watched in shock as she stood on her tip-toes to get her pelvis high enough before sliding her crotch forward on the offered hand.

Although they could not see clearly, they did see when Janet's fingers came into contact with Kimberly's slit. Janet dropped her hand downward to the point that Kimberly had to bend her knees to keep her pussy in contact with the hand. The girls watched Kimberly's oversized ass and thigh muscles ripple to adjust to the height change, eventually causing her to shake from the slight squatted position she in which she was forced to stand. Finally, after a few seconds, Janet moved her hand back upwards, pushing firmly against her pussy, so the girl was standing comfortably.

"Reach back with both hands and pull your ass cheeks as far open as they'll go," Janet ordered her.

Kimberly immediately did as told. Janet then commented as she slid a finger into her twat before pulling out, moving it to her asshole, "Your pussy is certainly not virgin. What about here?"

The girls heard Janet ask the question as they saw her finger appear from inside Kimberly's pussy and slide across her tiny asshole. They could easily see since Kimberly was holding her ass cheeks apart.

Since at this point, Kimberly remembered nothing about her previous escapades of the past couple of days when she answered, "Yes, I am virgin there."

"From now on," Janet began loudly enough so everyone could hear clearly, "When I hold my hand out like I just did to Kimberly, if I expect you to sit on it just like she did—naked."

She paused as she looked around at everyone to make sure they had all heard her, before again saying to Kimberly, "Drop to your knees and ask Ken if he wants you to suck his cock. If he does, do it."

She immediately did as she was told, "Officer Ken, could I suck you?"

"'Could I suck your cock?'" Janet corrected her.

"Could I suck your cock?" Kimberly quickly asked.

"Certainly baby," he replied smiling, as he stepped up to her.

"You can take his cock out for him too," Janet told her as she moved over to the truck, grabbing Renee by the upper arm and moving so she stood behind the now terrified girl.

"You're going to watch while I play with these," Janet said pulling her back against her, as she pulled the girl's shirt tail out. Almost instantly Renee felt the Officer's hands slide up her shirt and under her bra, cupping and gently squeezing both of her breasts.

"Yours are much smaller than Kimberly's," Janet announced, "They are almost like little girl tits, just slightly larger."

Renee said nothing as she watched her cousin pull the smallest cock she'd ever seen out of the cop's pants. Kimberly giggled momentarily just before she engulfed the entire cock.

"He's got a tiny cock doesn't he?" Janet asked quietly.

Renee said nothing as the feeling of having her tits played with began to envelope her—but she really didn't know what to say.

 

"You'll all be happy he's got such a small cock when he starts using it on you," Janet told them. She then turned and said, "Now tell me your real ages. No more lies. We'll start with you Renee."

"I'm twenty," Renee replied as she felt Janet's hand began to caress her stomach before moving to the button on her jeans. She held her breath as she felt the button unsnap and the zipper slide downward.

"I'm seventeen," Dana answered next.

Renee was no longer paying attention as she felt Janet's left hand begin pushing her jeans and panties downward. Now everyone was watching what was going on with her, which made it even more embarrassing for Renee. Ken was also watching and within moments was shooting his load into Kimberly's mouth.

"I'm twenty," Amanda said next.

Renee felt her jeans and panties pushed just below the 'V' of her legs, giving Janet complete access to her cunt. She almost immediately felt the Officer's hand cup her pussy, her pointer finger running along the entirety of her soaked slit before pulling back to concentrate on her clit.

Renee moaned as Janet's finger came into contact with her sensitive little bud. Janet asked, "Are you damaged goods too? Have you let someone fuck this sweet thing?"

"Yes," Renee replied after an embarrassed pause.

Janet then looked at Deanna and asked as though nothing was happening to distract anyone's attention and asked, "I thought I asked for your age? Why haven't you answered my question yet?"

"OH!" Deanna replied snapping out of her seemingly removed state of mind, "I'm seventeen."

"Are you a virgin?" Janet immediately asked as she continued playing with her sister's pussy, although Janet did not yet know they were sisters.

"Yes," Deanna replied.

"You've never let a guy touch you anywhere—not even on top of clothing?" Janet asked not convinced.

"No," Deanna replied telling the truth as she knew it to be.

"Have you ever thought about being with another woman?" Janet asked.

Deanna didn't have time to answer before Janet reached out, grabbed her by the upper arm, pulled her close, and forcefully kissed her firmly on the mouth.

"Now, kiss her," Janet said motioning to Renee, whose clit she was continuing to manipulate.

"That's my sister!" Deanna protested. Renee, however, said nothing. The feeling between her legs was overwhelming her. She couldn't figure out why it felt so good, nor could she understand why she felt an overwhelming need to kiss her sister as soon as Janet brought it up.

"I don't care if it's your mother," Janet replied, "In fact if you don't kiss her right now, and make it look like you're two lovers, we're going to call your mother and you will kiss AND fuck her!"

Deanna, although she tried to deny it (internally), soon felt an urge to kiss her sister as well. But the threat of her mother being brought into this was all she needed to lean forward and lock lips with her half-naked sister.

As they were doing this, Janet looked over at Samantha who hadn't yet answered the age question either, "And when were you planning to answer my question?"

"I didn't want to interrupt you when you were talking," Samantha replied quickly and added, "I'm sixteen."

"You've got great looking tits for a sixteen year old," Janet commented as the two sisters continued to make out. By now Ken had Kimberly on her feet with her head laid back on his shoulder watching Renee and Deanna as he massaged her tits. Janet continued, "They look like two grapefruits—maybe just a little larger—firm and rounded. Do you take after your mother?"

"No," the red, wavy haired girl replied, "Hers are a little bigger."

"But I bet gravity has gotten them," Janet surmised.

"A little," Samantha replied hoping that she would get out of having to do anything by quickly and truthfully answering whatever questions she was asked.

"And are you a sister of any of these people?" Janet asked just as Renee and Deanna stopped kissing.

"Well, I'll be Renee's sister-in-law in three days," Samantha replied.

"So it's your brother that's been fucking Renee," Janet stated smiling, "And what do you think about that?"

"I guess it's okay since they are engaged," Samantha replied.

"Do you like the idea of having sex with women?" Janet asked her.

"No," the young girl replied.

"You have a really nice ass too," Janet told her, taking her hand off of Renee and walking towards Samantha, "It looks like it's about to pop out of those jeans—I would say you have long cheeks with a fantastic swell, is that accurate?"

"I don't know," Samantha replied nervously as the cop towered over her. She really didn't know how to answer that question.

Janet held two fingers up to Samantha's mouth and said, "You can bet your brother has tasted Renee. It's your turn to try her. Suck my fingers clean."

Samantha tried to back away, but didn't realize that the other officer had walked up behind her. He held her in place as Janet pressed her fingers against the girl's closed mouth.

"If you don't do it," Janet threatened, "I'm going to strip you naked right here and have Ken fuck you on the hood of this truck."

Her eyes widened with fear as she almost immediately opened her mouth, allowing Janet to push her fingers inside.

"Suck them clean," Janet repeated herself as Samantha complied, "I am sure your brother has had his face buried in her pussy more than a few times. So it's not going to hurt you to taste her."

A few moments later, Janet pulled her fingers out and turned her attention to Dana, "And how are you involved with these girls?"

"I'm Kimberly's sister and Renee's cousin," she replied quickly.

"And you?" Janet asked looking at Amanda.

"I'm a friend of Renee's," she replied almost as quickly as Dana had.

"So, you're unrelated," Janet stated, "So, we have two sets of sisters, who are also cousins, and two that are unrelated—at least for now," she said looking at Samantha, "Although in-laws don't always get counted as being related."

She paused before saying, "Renee, put your jeans and panties back on. But I want you to remain topless. Kimberly, you'll remain naked. I want everyone to get back in the Tahoe and follow us. I am going to hold your purses and cell phones so no one will try to contact anyone."

Janet made everyone wait until Renee pulled her jeans back up and took her shirt and bra off, "You and Kimberly will ride just like that. I'll give your clothes back when we get to where we're going."

A few moments later, everyone was back in the Tahoe following Janet's patrol car while Ken followed them.

"What are they going to do to us?" Dana asked worriedly. I made sure all the girls were "curiously turned on" by the situation, but I also made sure to combine that with extreme worry and dread. They were all as turned on as they could ever remember being, but at the same time felt guilty and ashamed for being so. None of them dared let on how aroused they were, as they were all sure none of the rest of them felt the same way—they all acted like they were simply frightened.

"Well, since I'm naked and Renee's topless, and considering what Samantha, Renee, and I have already had to do, I would say they are planning to fuck at least a few of us."

"Hey!" Deanna piped up seemingly offended, "I had to do something too."

"You had to make out with your sister—big shit," Kimberly shot back angrily, "You'll probably be eating that cop's pussy when we get to wherever it is we're going."

"We should tell them we want this to stop," Renee told them almost in a daze.

"What?!" Kimberly shot back, "After the shit I have already gone through? You tell them that and we'll go to jail—I'll have swallowed that shrimp dick's cum and have been felt up by the lezbo for nothing! Fuck you Renee, but that shit isn't going to happen."

She paused before continuing, "Forget about me, what about Samantha? She had to suck your fucking juices off the bitch's fingers after you soaked them from her playing with your clit for five seconds. You fucking ENJOYED what she did to you! So don't fucking chicken out now and get us all thrown in jail. Besides, it's your fucking wedding we are trying to save! If we all go to jail tonight, there probably won't be a wedding in three days—what do you want to bet? Do you actually want to risk it?"

Renee was stunned by her cousin's cutting remarks and sheer anger and was so much so she didn't know what to say.

"What are you going to do?" Kimberly asked after Renee remained silent for a moment.

"I didn't enjoy what she was doing to me," Renee firmly clarified after a few moments.

"Whatever," Kimberly replied, "Are you going to back out?"

"No," Renee finally replied almost too quietly to hear.

"What about anyone else? Are you all in on this or not? Because if you aren't, I don't want to do anything else before I find out your going to back out," Kimberly asked looking in the rearview mirror—although it was dark.

It was quiet a moment before Amanda said, "What do you think they are going to have to do?"

Kimberly turned to look at her incredulously before asking, "Where were you when that question was asked a few minutes ago?"

She paused before saying angrily, "They may not do anything. But I wouldn't count on it. If I were you, I would expect the kinkiest, wildest, maybe even the weirdest shit you could ever imagine—and then double it—but I really don't know. I am driving NAKED for Christ's sake! They're probably going to do something you aren't going to like!"

They turned onto a narrow road, with no street lights. Several miles later they turned down a long driveway, driving through an opened gate. Eventually, Janet pulled her car around behind a house and motioned them to pull into the garage—the garage door was opening. Once they pulled into the garage, the door immediately began closing behind them.

A moment later, Ken and Janet opening their doors, motioning for them all to get out and head into the house.

"I'm glad you all could make it," Janet said with a devious grin as she closed the door behind the last girl. She then said, "Most of you can sit on the couch. Amanda, you and Samantha sit on the love seat."

Ken brought me into the room, blindfolded and handcuffed, "I found this bastard outside snooping around. I don't have any idea who he is."

He took my blindfold off and almost immediately Renee and Deanna gasped. Renee and Kimberly quickly tried to cover themselves—Renee having a much easier time of it. She found her voice, "Joe! What are you doing here!?!" she then said, "Thank God you're here."

Making sure none of them thought to 'think my story through, ' I simply said, "I saw the cops escorting you over here so I decided to follow to see what was going on. He jumped me just as I was sneaking up to the house. Why are you two naked?"

"How do you know these girls?" Janet asked me warily, ignoring my question.

"I'm their next door neighbor," I quickly replied, "And I demand you let us all go before I report you."

 

"You aren't going to do shit," Ken said punching me in the stomach, causing me to fall to my knees. My hands were cuffed behind me, so I had no way of controlling my fall, drawing worried sympathy from all the girls—even though only Renee and Deanna knew me. The others were now placing all their hope of getting out of this on me. Already, though, I was increasingly becoming a 'hero, ' of sorts, to them all. Even though I got caught, I tried to help them—they all thought to themselves.

"Please don't hurt him!" Deanna pleaded tearfully, "Joe, are you okay?"

"Yeah," I gasped barely audible.

"Sit him in the recliner," Janet ordered as Ken helped me back to my feet and into the recliner. She then said threateningly, "If you try to be a hero, you'll end up dead," she turned to Ken and said, "Gag him, I don't want him interrupting. But we'll let him watch."

Janet turned her attention back to the girls and said, "Now, we're going to have to take care of a little business before we get started," she paused before continuing, "I must call at least one of your parents."

Everyone tensed up at this, but Janet continued without stopping, "But I'm going to do you all a favor. I'm going to let you all choose who I call."

Janet's smile had everyone immediately on edge. None of the girls said anything during Janet's brief pause. She continued, "So, we are going to vote but there's only two sets of parents on the ballot—and only your mothers."

She stopped a moment to let this sink in before continuing, "So Renee, since you are the bride, you can choose first. Do you want your mother, or Kimberly and Dana's mother, to get called?"

"Well," she paused briefly to think about it. She looked at Kimberly who shrugged but didn't say anything, "I guess I would rather have Aunt Joy called," and then she added quickly, "Kimberly and Dana's mom."

"What about you, Kimberly," Janet asked, "Who would you rather have called?"

"Aunt Darla," Kimberly said immediately, "My mom would kill me, but I guess it won't matter since whoever comes is going to tell the other."

"Maybe not," Janet replied and without pausing looked at Dana and asked the same question of her.

She quickly chose Darla, while Deanna chose Joy.

"So we have a tie," Janet pointed out quickly, "Which means we have to have a tie breaker."

She paused before continuing, "Whoever's mother is called, she will be stripped and photographed, and will be fucked by everyone in this room—including Mr. Hero here. She will be fucked in every orifice on her body—her mouth, cunt, asshole, and her tits if they are big enough."

Everyone's mouths dropped open in absolute shock. Dana pleaded, "Please leave them out of this!"

"I can't. We have a two-to-two tie on which one is going to be called. None of you voted 'neither, '" Janet pointed out, "So we MUST have a tiebreaker, which means, girls, that one of you sets of sisters is going to be eaten out by your own mother, and you will also do some eating of your own."

"We'll do anything you want if you leave them out of this," Renee pleaded.

"You're already going to do whatever we want," Janet replied laughing, "You don't have any bargaining power."

She laughed again, letting reality sink in on the girls before continuing, "Amanda and Samantha, and Ken and me, are going to be the tiebreakers. In the event of another tie, Joe, can be our ultimate tiebreaker."

She paused and said all of a sudden, "Samantha, since you are almost family, you will pick first. You will choose someone to eat you out. Whoever you choose will also take your jeans and panties off. After five minutes, whoever you choose will swap with someone else. In the meantime, the two you don't choose will be with Ken and me. After five minutes, they too will swap. After five more minutes, the two girls that are with you will swap with the two with us. After everyone has been with everyone for five minutes each, you will rank them in order from 1 to 4: one being the best, four the worst. Ken and I will do the same."

"Whoever is ranked three and four will be whose mother we call. If, for instance, Dana and Deanna are 3 and 4, we will use Joe for the tiebreaker. He will be blindfolded while numbers 1 and 2 suck him off—because they would be the top two in that scenario, giving their "teams" the best chance of winning. Joe would then say the winner is 'number two, ' which means that number two sucked him off the best. Number one's mother would then be called."

"So girls, you better do some fine pussy licking," Janet taunted them, then laughingly said, "We'll see who the closet lesbians are."

The girls watched in stunned silence as Ken stripped completely naked—it took about five seconds, his 3 inch cock was at full attention.

Janet didn't move so quickly as she took off her service belt, laying it down carefully. None of the girls thought to make a move for it. They watched as she unbuckled her regular belt, unsnapped and unzipped her pants, pulling the flaps open, before beginning to unbutton her shirt. When the last button was undone, she pulled the shirt open, revealing a full-cupped, white, French-cut bra. She began rubbing her chest above her tits, down between her tits, and onto her stomach as she licked her lips. She then took her shirt and bra completely off, revealing C cup tits that were beginning to droop significantly. Her waistline was definitely larger than it should have been, closely resembling a pregnant woman in her first trimester, except she had the love handles to go with it, as well as the large, overweight ass, which became evident as she slide her uniform pants and panties downward and off, leaving her completely naked. Her pussy was shaven except for a dark patch just over her slit.

"Samantha, go ahead and choose who you want first. Amanda you'll choose next," Janet ordered, "Everyone go ahead and stand up."

They did as they were told, allowing her and Ken to sit down.

Ken immediately spread his legs wide, stroking his small cock as he licked his lips wondering which of the four beautiful girls would be first. Since he had already had Kimberly, he was hoping for one of the other three.

Janet had also sat down with her legs spread widely, sitting with her ass close to the edge of the couch. She idly fingered her clit as she too waited in anticipation.

"Who's it going to be Samantha?" Janet called after a few minutes of silence and no movement.

Everyone turned to look at Samantha who didn't know what to say. Samantha looked around at her four friends. She didn't know why but all of a sudden she was attracted to Renee, who stood there with an arm across her breasts trying to cover herself.

She was stunned to hear herself say, "Renee."

Renee looked like she'd been shot. She outwardly flinched when she heard Samantha call her name. She looked at her as though she had misheard but Janet piped up, "Renee, please take her jeans and panties off and wait until I say go."

Shaking, Renee walked over in front of Samantha and looked down at her, "Why me?"

Again, Samantha was stunned to hear herself say, "I had to taste you, now it's your turn to taste me."

"I didn't have any control over that!" Renee shot back, floored by Samantha's reason for choosing her.

"You had control over being so wet her fingers were completely soaked!" Samantha shot back.

"Girls!" Janet interrupted the growing argument, "It doesn't matter. Renee, you would eventually have eaten her out anyway. You just get to go first. Now take her clothes off like I told you!"

Without another word, a seemingly angry Renee began unbuttoning and unzipping Samantha's jeans, "Lift your hips," Renee told her as she grasped her waistband. Samantha did as told and watched as her lower body was completely bared for everyone to see.

She looked up just in time to see everyone's eyes briefly train on her pussy, which embarrassed her even more. Although she doesn't shave, her reddish pubic hair is very light—the wispy curls doing nothing to cover her. In her seated position, you could only just see the very top of her slit—a slit that was closed tightly.

"Drop to your knees, Renee," Janet ordered, "Rest your cheek on her inner thigh until you are told to begin."

Janet knew that in this position, Renee would be forced to breathe in Samantha's scent while everyone else was getting into position—something that didn't occur to Renee until she laid her face against the inside of Samantha's thigh and took a breath.

Renee immediately knew what she smelled, but to her stunned and ashamed shock, she felt stomach flutter and her pussy moisten. She silently admonished herself for the thoughts and feelings that were now coursing through her body.

"Okay, Amanda," Janet called as soon as Renee was in position.

Amanda never hesitated, "Dana."

Wide eyed, Dana didn't move immediately. But just before Janet said something, Dana did to Amanda, what Renee had just done to Samantha. Soon, Amanda was also bottomless, her thick, brown, curly pubs covering any chance anyone had of seeing her slit.

"Ken?" Janet asked.

"Deanna," he replied quickly.

"Come here Kimberly," Janet ordered smiling, "I've been waiting to get your sweet mouth around my fat pussy all night."

For Samantha and Amanda, having their pussies eaten out for the first time made the time fly by. Samantha got off twice in five minutes, but she made very little noise—only inhaling rapidly several times before going quiet, although her entire body tensed up as though she were having a seizure.

Amanda got off once during the first round, moaning out her release. Ken shot his load for the second time that night, only this time it was in Deanna's mouth. Janet managed to hold off on getting off, taunting Kimberly with, "Everyone but me got off that round. Your mommy is going to be doing me before the night is over!"

Janet and Ken swapped partners, and for the second time that night Kimberly found herself sucking Ken off. Deanna, on the other hand, was face-to-face with the first pussy she'd ever seen (that she remembered), at least this closely.

"Is this your first time to eat a pussy?" Janet asked her stroking her hair.

She nodded without taking her eyes off Janet's snatch.

"Just do it like you think would make you feel good," Janet replied. Deanna leaned inward, licking from as far down as she could get her tongue all the way up to the top of her slit, "Just like that baby!"

Samantha watched as Dana buried her face in her snatch. This time she didn't get off. Amanda, on the other hand, did get off on her friend's face. She and Renee had been friends for years; she even thoughts about what it would be like to be with Renee 'like that' on several occasions but never acted on them. For the second time in less than ten minutes, Amanda moaned out another orgasm.

Although he tried, Ken could not reach a third orgasm during the next five minutes and although she was on the verge, Janet held off as well.

Time was called and they swapped partners again, this time Janet had Dana and Ken had Renee. He did manage to cum in her mouth just before the end of the five minutes. Again, Janet held her off her orgasm, although she humped Dana's face with wild abandon, grinding her pussy against the girl's nose and mouth, as she ordered her to simply stick out her tongue.

As this was going on, Kimberly was doing her best to get Amanda off, having noticed that Amanda had gotten off at least once during each session—twice with Dana and once with Renee. She didn't want to be the only one, so far, NOT to get her off.

While that was going on, Samantha was relishing the feeling of having Deanna licking her pussy, more so than the others. She didn't really know why. As she moaned out her orgasm, as she held Deanna's face to her pussy with both hands. Kimberly frantically licked and sucked Amanda's clit. But time was called before she could get her off. Deep down, a feeling of dread set in on Kimberly—there was no way, she reasoned, she could be in Amanda's top two if she was the only one out of three people NOT to get her off. Although she HAD gotten Ken off, she did not get Janet off—although she couldn't recall anyone doing that so far.

She didn't have much time to think about it. As soon as she was kneeling in front of Samantha, she felt hands on the back of her head, pulling her face towards the girl's twat. Kimberly briefly took note of Samantha's tiny slit—it was almost completely closed, like a clam, except for right at the bottom where her twat was. There, her lips puffed outwards just slightly.

 

Janet smiled as Renee took her place at her feet, "I've been saving up for you. You better do a good job. Getting me off isn't going too be difficult. But impressing me may be."

Janet almost lost control of herself as she watched the beautiful bride-to-be stick her tongue outward. She had no idea why she found Renee to be so beautiful, nor why she could hardly wait to fuck her in every way she could think of in the coming hours. She reasoned it was a combination of the small, firm tits and the cute, short, tight ass along with the fact that she seemed so innocent. Whatever it was, Janet inhaled deeply as she felt Renee's tongue come into contact with her clit.

Ken found the blonde haired, blue eyed, and skinny Dana to be the cutest of them all. He wished she had larger tits, but her fantastic ass made up for it. As he watched her mouth engulf his cock, he couldn't help look down at the swell of her ass. Thoughts of potentially being the first person to ever fuck her asshole ran through his mind as she sucked him, quickly bringing him to the verge of shooting off.

As Amanda watched Deanna lick her cunt from bottom to top, at some point, she began having "thoughts" about being with both Renee AND her sister, Deanna, on a regular basis. Those thoughts centered on her dominating them both, forcing them to do her bidding. The thought that they would willingly submit to her simply because her breasts were larger pushed her over the edge. Unlike with her other cums during the past several minutes, this one was very large, causing her to scream out her ecstasy, startling everyone.

This started a chain reaction as Ken thought about simply telling Dana to stand up and bend over the couch so he could fuck her asshole. He too moaned out another orgasm, though the quantity of his load was miniscule since he had gotten off multiple times within just a few minutes. He flopped back on the couch, snoring softly as he immediately found sleep.

Janet, watching and listening to the moans going on around her, combined with her thoughts on using all kinds of toys and other sex objects on Renee's beautiful body, even forcing her to get married with "the egg" embedded in her pussy was all she could handle. Janet grasped Renee's head from behind, pulling the girl into her pussy.

"Don't stop licking me, baby," Janet moaned as she began crying out her long awaited release.

Hearing all the commotion around her, Kimberly frantically began licking Samantha's twat. She knew the time was about to expire and she had yet to get anyone off, and she had no idea if Samantha was even close. After a few seconds of the frantic pace, her mouth and jaw began to get sore.

"Time," Janet called out after she calmed down enough to look at the clock. Actually, everyone had gone thirty seconds over time. She sat there for a few more minutes, trying to regain her breath. When she finally did, she grabbed two note pads and handed them and a pen to both Amanda and Samantha, "Rank them in order from one, being the best, to four, being the worst."

After she awoke Ken, she and he ranked them as well, writing them down. She took everyone's paper and sat back on the couch.

"It's unanimous," Janet said looking up, "Kimberly is everyone's number four," she paused and looked at Kimberly very irritated, "This tells me you didn't try. There is no way, if you put a little effort into it, you would have been everyone's number four."

"I swear I did my best," she defended herself immediately but was cut off.

"I didn't ask you to speak," Janet snapped, "You're going to be punished for your lackluster performance."

"Please no!" Kimberly pleaded, "I promise I tried."

"You will eat the asshole of the person of your choosing until I say stop. You get to decide who it will be—Ken, Joe, and I are off-limits," Janet announced ignoring her pleas, "Choose now."

Kimberly suddenly had an overwhelming urge to be with Deanna. The idea of licking her ass immediately turned her on. As though she was possessed, Kimberly's immediate, and without any further protest, reply was, "Deanna."

This sudden about-face shocked everyone in the room, including Janet who figured she would bitch and moan about it at least until she was threatened with something else.

"Fine," Janet said finding her voice after a momentary silence had taken over the room. Everyone looked at Kimberly liked she'd lost her mind, "Deanna, lay with your upper body just far enough under Samantha's chair so she can hold your legs up and out for you."

Confused as to the instructions, Deanna slowly did what she was told, lying partially underneath the chair. Janet then instructed Samantha to reach down and pull Deanna's legs straight up. In this position, Deanna's asshole was pointed directly at the ceiling, giving Kimberly plenty of access.

"I want you to lick her from her perineum to the very top of her crack. But don't forget to dig into her asshole with your tongue as far as you can," Janet instructed her. Kimberly was already in position, immediately leaning down to take her first lick. She pulled Deanna's ass cheeks apart and momentarily gazed at the very tiny hole winking back at her. She had never in her life wanted to do something more than right at that moment. She drove her tongue as deeply into her cousin's rear hole as she could before pulling back enough to lick her from the top of her crack to the very bottom edge of her pussy slit, pulling her ass cheeks apart as far as she could, pushing her face as deeply as she could. She was deeply embarrassed at her sudden lack of control and her overwhelming need to rim her cousin! Kimberly had no idea why she 'needed' to do this so badly! It simply repulsed her, but simulatenously it caused her pussy to flood.

Janet continued with the rankings, "Three people voted Dana number one—the only person who didn't was Amanda. Her number one was Renee. So all total, the overall ranking was Dana number one, Renee number two, Deanna number three, and Kimberly of course four. That means we do in fact have a tie. Dana, you and Renee, are the overall one and two. Whoever Joe decides is the winner has successfully protected her mother from our little party. The loser will immediately call home, no questions asked."

She paused before saying, "Samantha, come eat me out while this is going on. Amanda, since Ken is tired at the moment, you can lie underneath Samantha and eat her out. I expect her to get off at least once during the ten minutes."

Samantha having to move caused her to stop holding Deanna's legs. Janet saw this problem and said, "Deanna, just lie on your stomach. Kimberly will just have to press her face into your ass."

Kimberly was all too willing. As soon as Deanna rolled over, Kimberly had put her arms underneath Deanna's upper thighs, as she laid on the floor between her spread legs. This allowed Kimberly to pull the girl back against her, which in turn allowed her to bury her face in her ass cheeks.

"Beautiful," Janet commented as she watched Kimberly and Deanna, "It's almost like Kimberly has always dreamed of eating her ass."

Before Samantha took her spot between Janet's legs, Janet blindfolded Joe. She tapped Dana on the shoulder as she walked back to the couch indicating for her to go first.

Dana (of course I knew it was Dana) nonchalantly opened my zipper and reached inside. She paused as her little hand wrapped around my fully extended cock. At 8 inches it was by far the largest one she had ever touched (or at least that she remembered). It was almost as big around as her wrist. She gasped, as did everyone else who could see, as she pulled it out of my pants.

"Well, hunny," Janet began with a laugh, "Ken's cock certainly didn't prepare you for that. My advice to you is get as much of it as you can in your mouth—if you can deep throat, that's even better. But I doubt you can."

For five minutes, she gagged and choked on my cock several different times when attempting to put over half of it in her mouth. When the five minutes was up, she hadn't even come close to getting me off. In fact I had probably softened a little.

The next girl, Renee, took her place and actually did a better job. I was just before cumming when time was called.

"Who's your pick, Joe," Janet asked, "Number one or two?"

"Two," I replied.

Janet walked over to me and uncuffed me. No one thought anything of it.

"Go fuck Kimberly if you want to get off," Janet said after releasing me. I immediately sank to my knees between her legs as she continued to eat her cousin's asshole. I pulled her hips upward, easily sinking my cock into her warm, wet cunt.

Dana gave Janet their home number as she dialed it, holding it up so that Kimberly could speak as I pounded my cock into her, causing her voice to shake with each thrust. Janet also held her face as close to Deanna's ass as she could without actually pressing it all the way against it.

"Mom," Kimberly barely managed to say, "I need you to come pick me up. They want to stay out longer and I'm very tired."

"What are you doing?" Joy asked sleepily, "It sounds like..." she paused. Joy thought to herself, 'I know what it sounds like, it sounds like she is having sex, but there's no way she is, ' "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired," Kimberly continued to say as I continued slamming my cock into her pussy from behind, her ass rippling as I did. I made sure Kimberly said, "You don't have to get dressed or anything. Just come get me."

"Okay," she replied hanging up, not thinking to ask where they were. But Joy, for some reason, knew where to go. She got out of bed, without stopping to brush her hair or anything. The long, button-down shirt fell just far enough to cover her ass cheeks when she was standing straight up. When sitting her pussy was completely exposed.

"I'll be gone the rest of the night," Joy said to her sleeping husband. 'Why did I tell him that?' Joy thought to herself as she got in her car, 'And why didn't I put any clothes on?'

She looked down at herself, realizing that not only was the shirt far too short, she didn't have any panties on either—the bottom of her shaven pussy was completely exposed. For some reason, she smiled to herself as the idea that she was being 'naughty' shot through her and as did the thought of the chance of being 'caught' dressed like this. At the same time, however, her mind screamed at her to go back inside and put on some clothes. But the feelings running rampant through her body overwhelmed her normal inhibitions. As she backed out of her driveway, a strong sexual desire to actually be caught dressed this way shot through her. It ended at her pussy, which began to stain the seat she sat on—since there was nothing between her slit and it. She reached down to quickly flick her clit. She had no idea why she'd gotten so turned on!

Kimberly hung the phone up and said, "She'll be here in a few minutes."

"Great," Janet replied. She proceeded to tell them where she wanted everyone and what she wanted them to do when Joy arrived.

Fifteen minutes later, headlights flashed across the front windows of the house as someone turned into the driveway. A moment later, they heard Joy blow her car horn.

As she turned into the driveway, Joy "realized" how she was dressed. She could not believe she had gone anywhere dressed like she was! Her heart began beating rapidly as nervousness immediately griped her, the idea that she would have to actually get out of the car for whatever reason crossing her mind for the first time. At that moment, she decided she definitely wouldn't get out—there was no way she would! She calmed herself by telling herself Kimberly would understand since it was so late (or early, depending on how you look at it) at night.

She pulled up to the front of the house and tapped the horn. She couldn't see any lights through the front door or windows (other than the porch light), nor did she see the Tahoe, making her wonder if she was at the right house. After a few moments, with no one coming out of the house, she tapped the horn several more times.

Again, Kimberly did not appear at the door of the house. She picked up her cell phone, dialing her number. She listened to it ring, but after the third ring it went to her voicemail. She dialed it again, but had the same result. So, she dialed Dana's phone—but again, voicemail answered.

After another, this time prolonged, horn blowing, and one more attempt at calling, Joy realized she indeed was going to have to get out and knock on the door. She reasoned that maybe they had music up too loud to hear the horn or their phones.

She turned to look on the backseat for something else to wear. But there was nothing. She looked back down at the button-down shirt she was wearing. Embarrassment was already welling-up inside her and she hadn't even opened her door yet! BUT at the same time, the idea of being 'naughty' was completely turning her on—although she vehemently admonished herself for having those feelings.

With shaking hands, she opened the door of her car and stepped out. Folding her hands across her chest, as though that would make her attire more presentable, she walked up to the front door and was about to knock when she noticed it was slightly ajar.

A shot of fear momentarily shot through her. But that was quickly suppressed when she "thought" she heard someone laughing. With that, she pushed the door open and called, "Kimberly? Dana? Where are you?"

She paused, but she heard nothing.

"Renee? Deanna?" she stepped into the house as she was calling their names, listening for the laughter she'd just heard, "Is this some game? Kimberly, come out. I need to get back home."

 

But she heard nothing. She slowly walked through the living room towards a light down the hall, in what she presumed was a bedroom.

She called out as she walked, "What are yall doing? Kimberly, I thought you were going to watch out for me?"

As she stepped far enough down the hallway to see into the room, terror immediately gripped her. She immediately froze in her tracks. Her hand came up to her mouth in complete shock, her scream suppressed by another hand clamping over her own, muffling the sound.

"If you don't keep quiet," Janet told her, after sneaking up behind the now shaking woman, "It's going to get a whole lot worse before it gets better. Understand?"

Joy nodded 'yes' quickly.

Janet pushed her forward into the room. The first thing Joy had seen from the hallway was Ken's pistol barrel pressed against Dana's temple as she was leaned over the bed, completely naked, while Amanda plowed a strap-on dildo into her—Amanda was completely naked. Renee also completely naked (as was everyone in the room—although she didn't yet realize Janet was too) and was on her knees sucking Ken's cock.

As she was pushed into the room, Joy realized the girl on her back was Kimberly, as I (although she didn't remember that she knew me) fucked the hell out of her—shaking the bed with each thrust forward.

Next to us, lying on her back was Deanna, as Samantha drove a strap-on dildo into her—although not as quickly or firmly as I was driving into Kimberly.

"Is this how you normally dress when you leave your house?" Janet commented stepping to the side of Joy, who was terrified and completely overwhelmed by what she was seeing. Her mind simply tried to tell itself she really wasn't seeing what she was seeing, that this was all a nightmare.

After a moment of silence, as Joy simply stared at the scene in front of her—her mouth gaping open in shock—she realized Janet was speaking to her and that everyone was now looking at her. Even though they were all in a very compromising positions, Joy realized that THEY were now looking at her with disbelief and even a little bit of shock.

"I ... I ... It was late," Joy stammered, "I was asleep when Kimberly called. I didn't think I was going to have to get out of the car."

As she spoke, she knew her answer did not let her off the hook. She knew she had no good reason for the way she was dressed, and that she should have gotten dressed. The embarrassment was almost mind-numbing to the completely overwhelmed woman.

Janet circled back around behind her, stepping up so that her naked body was pressed firmly against her, quickly reaching around and under the hem of the shirt—which fell just far enough to cover her crotch.

"You don't even have panties on!" Janet announced shocked, as she palmed Joy's entire cunt. Joy didn't realize Janet was behind her until she felt her press her hand against her pussy. Joy flinched with surprise at the sudden, firm touch on her most intimate area. The announcement that she was panty-less caused her embarrassment level to spike. All of these emotions combined to simply overwhelm her.

Joy looked down in complete and utter embarrassment at the stream of liquid running down Janet's arm, down her own leg, and now pooling at her feet.

Kimberly and Dana, although in a very compromising position themselves, watched stunned and embarrassed as Janet palmed their mother's naked pussy, causing her to piss on herself.

Janet pressed her palm to Joy's cunt as the stream of liquid, which was pooling in her hand, completely soaked the woman's entire pussy—from her mound to her perineum.

Joy immediately felt what Janet was doing and realized she (Janet) was completely enjoying her ultimate embarrassment. She even felt Janet slide a finger underneath her, across her asshole.

"Why are you pissing yourself?" Janet whispered, although it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Joy began crying. Her sobbing reply was, "I don't know. I couldn't help it! Why are you touching me!?!"

"You were already wet, Joy, and I don't mean from pissing yourself," Janet replied ignoring the question, "You weren't just wet, you were soaked. Did you enjoy prancing around in this little shirt? Or was it something about what was going on in here?"

"I'm not enjoying any of this!" Joy sobbed, by which time she had finished pissing.

"Be really glad I am not into watersports. If I were, you would be on the floor licking that shit up. Go in the bathroom and clean yourself up," Janet ordered her, "Leave the door open."

Apparently glad to be getting away from all the stares, Joy hurried into the bathroom. A few minutes later, Joy walked slowly back into the room—the only way into/out of the bathroom was through the bedroom.

When she came out, we had all gotten off the bed. Janet had everyone stand alongside the bed—four on each side. Everyone's eyes were on Joy as she exited the bathroom, making her immediately more uncomfortable than she thought possible.

"Lie down in the middle of the bed," Janet said approaching her. Joy couldn't help but notice the strap-on dildo that was bouncing between her legs. Joy said nothing as she moved towards the bed. She just so happened to be approaching from the side Dana was on.

Joy noticed Dana never took her eyes off her—even scanning her body slowly as though she were checking her out. She didn't notice everyone else doing the same thing. Her mind was too busy dismissing Dana's obvious looks of lust.

She temporarily forgot about it as she climbed on the bed. As she did so, she knew her ass was in the air momentarily, as she crawled to the middle. As soon as Joy was lying flatly on her back, an overwhelming feeling of lust and a sheer need to cum hit her like a ton of bricks.

For some reason, Janet "realized" (although she didn't know how she "knew") Joy was in dire need of an orgasm.

"Kimberly," I want you to lean over the bed as far as you can without taking your feet off the floor and with your feet shoulder-width apart. Dana you do the same," Janet ordered as she knelt between Joy legs. She watched as the woman began sweating, her stomach rising and falling more rapidly as her heart rate picked up, her nipples obviously aroused, and her pussy glistened with her arousal juices.

Kimberly and Dana were on opposite sides of the bed, but their heads were separated by only a few feet. Janet had each of them hold their mother's legs up and back.

"Ken, you fuck Kimberly for a while and let Dana feel Joe's big cock for a change," Janet ordered as she put the head of the strap-on at Joy's opening.

"Watch Joy," Janet said pointing to Kimberly, "As Ken enters your oldest daughter."

Ken did so with ease and although he is much smaller than I, Kimberly's face lit up with pleasure as he quickly bottomed out.

"Now watch as Joe does the same to your youngest daughter," she said as Joy turned her head to watch Dana. What she saw was a momentary flash of slight pain until my cock stretched her enough to accommodate me.

"Both of your daughter's have cocks in their unprotected cunts," Janet told her, "And they are holding your legs open so you can have one too."

She spoke as Ken and I began picking up speed slowly, at first, fucking her daughters. It wasn't long before the bed was swaying to our rhythm, allowing Joy to both watch her daughter's faces AND feel the firmness of our thrusts.

"You're going to fuck me like you've been a lesbian your entire life," Janet told her as she easily pushed the head of the strap-on into her gaping slit.

It was Janet's turn to be surprised. As the strap-on bottomed out, Joy lifted off the bed, reaching behind Janet's head and pulled her in for a deep, tongue tying kiss. Both of her hands frantically moved up and down Janet's back, down to her ass cheeks, pulling them open and running her fingers down her crack. It was as though she was possessed.

"Take the dildo off," Joy panted, "And do me with your pussy!"

Janet smiled, quickly ripping the dildo out of Joy's scalding box, quickly taking it off.

Just before Janet slammed her pussy against Joy's pussy, which was humping the air, she said, "If you cum with me, you will forever submit to your daughter's after we leave here—including Dana, even though her tits are much smaller. You can't even fuck your husband without their permission. If they want to fuck him, you'll help talk him into it. If they want to bring their girlfriends home to fuck him, you have to be there, completely naked. You must watch and you must clean them both up—his cock and her cunt, and ass if he uses that too. Understand?"

"Yes!" she screamed, "Just do me!"

Though everyone was shocked at how Joy had transformed from the scared, humiliated, and crying woman who just arrived into a complete lesbian slut who agreed to submit to her family to get off, Kimberly and Dana were the most shocked. They watched from merely inches away as their mother began to convulse as Janet's pussy came into contact with hers. Joy screamed out her orgasm as she furiously humped her pussy against Janet as best she could without using her legs for leverage—which her daughters were holding open.

Janet didn't notice me pull out of Dana. As Joy screamed out her orgasm, I got on the bed behind Janet, holding her down firmly. I had looked at her oversized ass long as I could without sampling it.

"What are you doing?" Janet asked. She was now the one worried.

"I'm about to fuck this oversized ass," I replied pushing the head of my soaking wet cock, thanks to Dana, against her back entrance.

I pulled her ass cheeks open as far as they would go as I pushed forward, causing her to scream out in pain, pleading with me to go slowly since she had never been fucked there before. Although I slowed slightly, it wasn't as slowly as she would have liked. I pushed firmly inward until I was fully buried inside her virgin bowels.

I slammed into her firmly for the next ten minutes, making sure to use her to continue slamming the dildo into Joy who was building back up to another orgasm.

Four hours later, the Joy and the girls left the house after thoroughly fucking each other. Janet and Ken got plenty of great photos of the action, giving their cameras to me when they were done. By daylight everyone was getting dressed and leaving ... all of them forgetting about what had just occured.

 

Chapter 10
Three days later, I sat on the third pew at the local church as Larry and Renee stood in front of the preacher. Only a very few friends were invited to the small wedding, although Renee did have six bridesmaids. Renee was dressed in a white, strapless gown with a veil and a terra. Her bridesmaids were dressed in sky blue, spaghetti strapped dresses which fell to their knees. Those who had cleavage were showing quiet a bit of it and the dresses molded all of their asses perfectly.

I looked around the room, taking everything in, as someone sang. Other than the families of the bride and groom, there were very few people at the ceremony. Several girlfriends of the groomsmen were present as were the parents of a few of the bridesmaids, and a few other people scattered around. The preacher's wife, who looked to be around forty or so, was playing the piano. In all there were around fifty people at the ceremony.

As the song ended, the front doors to the church swung violently open, causing the startled crowd to look towards the rear of the church. I made sure no one moved as Sheree and company (three very well-built but very attractive black women) barged into the building. Jeremy, Beverly, Tina, and Monica were right behind them. None of them had weapons, as none were needed. Again, I made sure of that.

"Excuse me," the preacher said immediately annoyed at the intrusion, "We are having a wedding here..."

"Shut the fuck up!" Sheree ordered forcefully, "I know what the hell's going on. I'm here to object!"

"We certainly are," Beverly echoed as she and Tina walked up to Renee who was stunned and speechless. Beverly looked her up and down, smiled wickedly, and asked, "Who decided you could wear white? And to top it off, you have the gall to wear a veil? You aren't even close to a virgin but you are wearing the whole ensemble as though you are!"

Tina and two of the Sheree's three black female friends were holding video cameras. Everything was being caught on tape.

She paused as though waiting for Renee to speak, but she said nothing. She was shaking from embarrassment, fright, and worry.

"Preacher, do you realize the bride is misleading you and everyone else here by wearing this white gown and veil? Several years ago, she fucked my son, my daughter, and me at the same party. I bet really good money she's fucking this guy here too, even though they aren't yet married," Beverly said slapping Larry on the shoulder, "She's definitely no virgin."

"In that case," the preacher heard himself immediately say, to his shock and horror, "She should take those items off."

Beverly seemed to take over at this point; Sheree and her help simply stood back and watched (and filmed) with devilish smiles. No one in the church said a word, nor did they move, as the scene before them unfolded. They all watched stunned, and at the same time very confused as to why none of them could turn away.

"You heard him," Beverly said before Renee could speak, "Take off everything that's white."

"You can't be serious!" Renee finally managed to say, looking at Larry, her soon to be husband for help. But he simply looked on without speaking. He wanted to say something but couldn't. All he knew was this was turning him on more than anything he'd ever encountered!

"Very serious!" Beverly snapped back angrily, "As punishment for quesitoning my orders, for each piece of white clothing you have on, one of your bridesmaids will strip too. If you have fewer white clothing items than bridesmaids, you'll choose which of your maids will strip."

"Please, leave them out of this!" Renee pleaded, "I'll do what you want, just leave them alone."

"You don't have any bargaining power," Beverly snapped, "My people pretty much have everything under control. You'll do what I want, regardless of what I decide do to your maids. It's your fault they are going to be punished. You should have remembered our little party years back about obeying me without question! Maybe next time you won't forget. Now, face the crowd and get out of those white clothes."

She looked to Larry one last time quietly begging for his assistance, then back to her dad, and even to me as I sat "helplessly" on the third row. Realizing that no one could help her, and with tears in her eyes, an uncontrollably shaking Renee reached upwards, taking her terra and veil off first.

"Put it all in a pile on the alter," Beverly ordered, "And that counts as one."

Next, she kicked her white, high heels off which was followed by Beverly calling out, "Two."

Slowly, Renee reached behind her and began pulling her zipper down her back. The church was deathly quiet, causing the sound of the zipper to echo, even though she pulled it downward very slowly.

After what seemed like an eternity (at least to those of us watching), the zipper was finally all the way down, stopping at the bottom edge of her back. The top of the strapless gown had immediately fallen forward while she was unzipping, but she quickly held in it place before anything was exposed. However, once the zipper was all the way down, she was forced to allow it to fall forward, baring her naked tits, before allowing the dress to fall in a heap at her feet, leaving her in white, full-bodied stockings, a white garter, and white french cut panties.

She held onto Larry as she stepped out of the dress, putting it on top of her terra and veil.

Beverly stood behind her, reaching around cupping both of Renee's small tits. She squeezed them as she said, "I remember how much I enjoyed these perfect little titties. But I have big tits of my own to play with when I get in the mood for large tits, which is why I enjoy your small titties. But your man doesn't. You expect him to be happy with these little things for the rest of his life?"

Before allowing Renee to answer, Beverly looked at Larry's eyes were riveted to the scene, and asked, "Larry, do you really think you can be happy with these tits the rest of your life? They are only B's."

At first he stuttered incoherently before finally managing to say, "Of course I do."

"Okay," Beverly replied stepping away from Renee, "Continue."

"Please," Renee pleaded, "Please don't do this!"

"You haven't learned have you?" Beverly replied shaking her head, "Who are your parents?"

"No! Please! I'll do it," Renee quickly pleaded, "I'm sorry!"

Before Beverly could respond, Renee pushed her thumbs into the waistband of her stockings, quickly pushing them and, incidently, her white garter down her legs, and quickly stepped out of them.

"Your gown was number three. Your stockings and garter are numbers four and five," Beverly informed her before saying, "I need Renee and Larry's mother and father to come stand in front of the bride and groom and face them."

Slowly, the two couples rose from their seats on the front rows and took their spots as ordered. The two women stood in the middle while the men flanked them.

"Who are you and what are your names?" Beverly asked beginning with Renee's parents, who tentatively introduced themselves.

"I am Paul Myers and this is my wife Lisa," Larry's dad answered.

"That's wonderful," Beverly said smiling, "Because your daughter, and your soon-to-be daughter-in-law, continues questioning my orders, I want you all to strip completely naked. Don't say a word, just take off your clothes ... and do it now."

The four parents looked at Beverly as though she had lost her mind. Shock quickly turned to embarrassment at the realization of what they were being told to do. Just simply being told to strip was embarrassing enough. But knowing they were actually going to have to do it amphified the humiliation.

"Please!" Renee began pleading again.

"ENOUGH!" Beverly shot back at her, "You will learn to do what I say without questioning me! You seem to want to learn the hard way," she turned her attention back to the four parents who still hadn't moved, "If you don't get moving, I will have other members of your family do the same thing."

Dale and Paul were dressed in tuxedos while Darla and Lisa were in matching blue dresses, similar to the bridesmaids only longer and they were full dresses instead of speghetti straps. A few moments passed by before they began moving ... started by Dale and Paul removing their jackets.

Both women unzipped their dresses allowing them to fall to the floor as the men took off their shirts. Within a few minutes, the four were completely naked. There were several gasps from the bridesmaids and groomsmen as both Darla and Dale had absolutely no pubic hair at all. Lisa and Paul had a normal amount for people in their mid to late forties. You could just barely see Lisa's slit through all her dark, curly pubs, but it appeared she did keep it trimmed.

"Those cocks aren't anything to write home about," Beverly said snickering. Both men's cocks simply hung limply without even the slightest sign of arousal. Both men were simply too nervous for that. She palmed Darla and Lisa's tits and asked, "Lisa, your tits are Cs right?"

"Yes," she replied quietly, stunned at being felt up in front of everyone, by another woman!

"That's 'yes ma'am," Beverly corrected her. There were several gasps around the room but no one spoke.

"Yes ma'am," Lisa replied immediately.

"And Darla, your tits are B cups? Is that right?" Beverly continued asking as she continued squeezing both women's breasts.

"Yes ma'am," she replied.

"Lisa's are bigger and a little firmer than yours, Darla," Beverly announced. Then she said, "I want you two ladies to swap positions."

They did as told which put Lisa next to Dale and Darla next to Paul.

"Turn to face each other," Beverly continued. Both women did as they were told and almost immediately, Beverly's hand was on each of their asses, "Darla's ass is a little bigger, in a good way, and a little firmer than Lisa's. Nice ass Darla."

She turned her attention to the two men and said, "I see you two are liking this."

Both of their cocks were now almost at full attention. Neither knew what to say, completely embarrassed by their reaction to the terrible scene. Both of their wives looked at them as angrily as they could but neither said a word.

"Okay, ladies," Beverly continued after a pause, "Face the crowd, bend forward with your hands on your knees and legs shoulder width apart."

Stunned by the order, they slowly did as told. When in position, both of their tits swung freely for everyone to see. Behind them however, in their position, their asses were completely exposed, allowing Beverly's fingers to easily find their assholes.

She immediately pushed a finger into each other their asses and said, "Darla, your asshole is rather loose. Lisa's is very tight. Darla, have you allowed someone to stick a cock in your ass?"

"Of course not!" Darla snapped angrily, "How dare you suggest such a dispicable and sickening thing!"

"My finger is two knuckles deep in your ass, without any lubrication, and you haven't complained one bit," Beverly announced to everyone. Let's see what happens when I try to push that deeply into Lisa's ass.

"No! Please," Lisa pleaded immediately, "Don't do that! I don't know how deep you are, but it's already beginning to hurt!"

"Hurt?" Beverly asked loudly enough so everyone could hear clearly, "I am only pushing the tip of my finger against your tiny, brown bud. I'm barely pushing. But that's very telling. I'm two knuckles deep in Darla and she has barely making a sound."

Beverly pulled her fingers out of both women before pushing her middle fingers into their twats. She immediately announced, "Lisa your cunt is damp but that COULD be explained away as simply a normal occurance, although I'm not so sure you don't like this, at least on some level. But Darla is soaking wet!"

She yanked her finger out of Darla and held it up so that everyone could clearly see her juices glisening from her fingers.

"Darla," Beverly began, "Are you getting off on this?"

"Of course not!" Darla again snapped angrily, "This is repulsive, all of it!"

"Is that right?" Beverly asked just before changing the subject, albeit slightly, "Why are you and Dale completely shaven?"

"That's none of your business!" Darla replied furiously.

 

"If you don't get that tone out of your voice and answer my questions immediately after being asked, I'm going to have these handsome groomsmen run a train on you and your family, including your husband," Beverly threatened.

Darla's remained angry for a moment before she seemed to deflate. Her anger gave way to fright. After a brief pause, she replied, "We just prefer to be shaven."

Without responding to Darla's answer, Beverly said, "Until we leave here, Lisa will be with Dale and Darla will be with Paul. And that means, when the time comes, you will fuck each other. But right now, you'll sit together and act like you are completely enjoying each other's company, which means I better see your hands all over each other, but absolutely no getting off unless you ask for permission too first. As long as no one else fucks up, like Renee has been doing, maybe that will be all I order you four to do."

Everyone's attention turned back to Renee who was still standing at the alter in nothing but white panties.

"You can continue, Renee," Darla informed her.

With a sigh, Renee leaned downward, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her white, french cut panties and slid them down her long, bronzed legs and to the floor.

"That's six pieces of white clothing," Beverly announced, "And since we have six bridesmaids, they'll all strip, but they'll do it one at a time."

She paused long enough to walk over to them before saying, "Renee will call out who goes first and when that person is naked, Renee will call out the next one. When your name is called, you'll step forward, say your entire name, how you are related to Renee's family (or if you are just a friend). I may ask you a few questions. After that, you'll strip. Does everyone understand?"

No one said a word.

"Does everyone understand?" she asked again more forcefully.

"Yes," the all replied in unison.

"From this point forward," Beverly announced and then angrily added, "You will refer to me and my group as 'yes ma'am' or 'no ma'am.' Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," they all replied.

"Good," Beverly said as she again turned her attention to Renee, "Who's first?"

Renee looked wild-eyed at Beverly, disbelieving that she was actually in this situation on her wedding day! She almost pleaded with Beverly for mercy, but caught herself at the last moment. As a result of her last second "save," seemingly without thinking Renee blurted out, "Amanda."

"Renee!" Amanda was shocked her best friend would call her out so quickly, "How could you!?!"

"Nevermind that," Beverly said interrupting her as she grabbed her, yanking her out of line where she was supposed to be, "You know have personal experience on what happens when you disobey me, don't you Amanda?"

"Yes," Amanda replied quietly looking down at the floor with shame, disgust, and fear. She immediately caught herself and quickly said, "Yes ma'am."

"You better not let that slip again," Beverly admonished her. She then said, "You were at our little party with Renee. So it goes without saying that you are definitely no virgin yourself. But at least you're not trying to give the impression that you are."

Beverly paused long enough to let the embarrassment Amanda was feeling sink in. The church was very quiet as it seemed everyone was craining their necks to see and straining their ears to hear.

She stepped behind Amanda, leaning her head over her shoulder so she could look down the front of her dress, her cleaveage (although not a lot) allowing Beverly to get a decent eye-full. Beverly put her hands on Amanda's bare shoulders (she had on a spaghetti strapped dress—as did the other bridesmaids—running them down the now shaking girl's arms and back up several times before saying, "I remember there were about twenty or so people at the party, about half of them guys. I remember you fucked them all, many of them multiple times. Not only that, you ate every pussy in the house, except yours of course, including the bride's."

Beverly paused for a moment to let that resonate with the crowd before sliding her hand down the front of Amanda's dress to her pussy, pressing the dress into her pussy as she cupped it, and said, "I also remember you begged for that first cock. You wanted it so much, you happily ate several pussies to earn the priviledge of having those cocks. Do you remember how wet this was from JUST eating pussy?"

She asked the question as she rubbed Amanda's pussy through her dress with one hand while the other slipped her straps down her shoulders, causing her top to fall forward, baring her B cup tits to the room.

"Please don't do this!" Amanda pleaded almost in a whisper as she felt the cool air rush across her suddenly exposed nipples, causing them to harden even more than they already were.

"Don't do what?" Beverly asked, "Touch you or tell the story about the party?"

But before Amanda could reply, Beverly continued talking as she continuously rubbed Amanda's pussy through the dress, although it had fallen to her waist, "Are any of your family members here?"

"No," Amanda replied huskily. Beverly's hand was having an effect on her, which stunned everyone, including Beverly AND Amanda. Amanda internally screamed at herself for being so turned on at such a replusive situation. No one had any way of knowing that I was totally controlling everything! "I'm here alone."

Beverly removed her hand from Amanda's pussy long enough to let the dress fall down her legs and pool at her feet, leaving her in matching blue thongs. Initially, Amanda stood with her legs closed tightly as Beverly resumed rubbing her clit, but was quickly ordered to spread her legs widely.

Beverly moved back far enough to look at Amanda's ass and legs, "You sure have grown up in the last few years. Although your tits are a little small, you have a fantastically, firm ass and great thighs."

Beverly finally pushed her hand inside Amanda's panties. Her other hand replaced the thong in her ass crack. She pressed her pointer finger against Amanda's anal enterway and announced, "You were no virgin before that party, at least your pussy wasn't. Have you fucked since then?"

"Yes," Amanda replied almost as though she no longer cared. She was closing in on an orgasm, which at the moment, was all that mattered to her. She was completely locked in on her need to cum. It didn't matter that fifty other people were watching.

Beverly stopped long enough to rip the girl's panties down her legs. She made her step out of them, which Amanda quickly did, before continuing. Beverly continued her questioning, "And you've let them fuck your ass too haven't you?"

"Of course," Amanda replied, her eyes now only half-opened, her hips thrusting firmly against Beverly's fingers fervently trying to reach her peak. It was as though she was in a different world.

"What would you do to get off right now?" Beverly asked her.

"Anything!" Amanda immediately replied.

"Go take Larry's clothes off," Beverly ordered as the crowd gasped. She then said, "Renee, tell another maid to strip while she does that."

Renee blurted out, "No! Not that! Please don't do that!"

"Stop Amanda!" Beverly ordered immediately. She angrily walked over to stand in front of Renee and said, "You never learn your lessons do you? You don't tell someone NOT to do something I tell them to do!"

"I didn't mean..." Renee stuttered before being cut off.

"I don't want to hear it," Beverly replied, "Number the groomsmen from 1 to 6 ... just point at them and say a number. If you don't do it immediatley, there will be more, far worse consequences."

She quickly numbered them from one to six in order of which they were standing.

"Now," Beverly continued, "Say 'up' or 'down' to one through three."

"Up," Renee quickly replied, without any idea what that meant.

"Good," Beverly continued pointing to the groomsman nearest the groom, "You must be the best man. What's your name and why are you here?"

"I'm Ben," he replied, "I was Larry's college roommate.

"And are you here with anyone?" Beverly asked.

"Yes," he immediately replied looking out into the crowd, "My girlfriend Sarah."

"Sarah," Beverly called out looking in the direction Ben was, "Come to the front."

A beautiful woman in her mid-20s with long, mid-back length blonde hair stood and walked nervously to the front.

"That is a very tight fitting dress you have on," Beverly said as soon as she stepped out of the aisle, "Even though it's black, it shows off your curves very nicely. You weren't looking for any male reaction to that cleavage your showing were you?" Beverly laughed at her own joke. Her DD tits were barely contained by the tight fitting material around them. The hem of the skirt fell only to mid-thigh.

Once Sarah was at the front, Beverly had her stand in front of Ben so that they were facing each other before moving on to the next groomsman.

"And you are?" Beverly asked the next groomsman.

"Michael," he replied.

"You look rather young. How old are you Michael?" she asked him as she looked him over, although she didn't touch him.

"Fifteen," he replied.

"That's going to be interesting," she snickered. She then asked, "Who are you here with?"

"My parents and my sisters," he replied.

"Who are they?" Beverly immediately asked.

"My two sisters are bridesmaids, Kimberly and Dana," he replied, "My parents are on the second row," he pointed at them.

"Choose one of your parent's to come stand in front of you," she ordered him.

"Mom, I guess," Michael replied after looking over at Sarah and deciding that since Ben chose his girlfriend it would be okay to choose his mother.

"Mom," Beverly repeated him as everyone watched Joy slowly rise from her seat on the second aisle. She too was wearing a pink dress (and white), but it resembled more of a toga (although it wasn't). Although it was sleeveless, with a high neckline, it had a low v-back, with the hem falling to mid-thigh. Her large tits were wrecking havoc on the front of the dress and it was pulled relatively tightly against her nice sized ass. Although it was a size too small for her, it wasn't slutty by any means.

"That's a nice dress you have on, Joy," Beverly commented as Joy took her position in front of her son. Beverly slowly walked around her as she seemed to appraise the worried woman, "We'll come back to you in a few minutes."

She stepped in front of the next groomsman who's name was Adam. He called his girlfriend, Julie, to come stand in front of him. At around 6'3, he towered over his girlfriend who was no taller than around 4'10. She had short, curly brownish hair, and a small, slightly upturned nose, upper B to low C cup tits, and a nice handful of ass. She was wearing a white button down blouse and black pants. Although not extremely tight on her, both her shirt and pants seemed to hug her curves in all the right places.

Rob and Scotty, two of the remaining three groomsmen, called their mothers down. Jason, the last of the groomsmen, called his wife.

"To remind you of why you are all down front," Beverly began after the last person was in the position she wanted. She looked at the groomsmen and their people as she spoke, "Renee's continued insistance to question my orders has led to this moment for you all. She is the reason for what is about to happen."