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Marcia - 5
byu Principal Peter (address withheld)

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MILF Marcia's date comes to a disastrous end, but 
daughter Emily has plans of her own for her 
submissive mommy. Parts 1-4 available in directory 
71. (Ffg, ped, oral)

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PART 5

Marcia walked unsteadily down the hall to her 
bedroom. Her shaky legs were caused by a combination 
of too much wine and sexual frustration. The 
intimate, candle lit dinner; the casual groping under 
the table; the close dancing with her body pressed 
against Bobby's; the stolen kisses on the dance 
floor; all had kept her on edge all night. She was 
glad that Tina had advised her to suck Bobby of in 
the car earlier in the evening. She needed him to 
last for a while to bring this night to the 
conclusion she needed. She needed to get fucked good 
and hard. Bobby couldn't get back from taking Tina 
home soon enough.

As soon as her husband had left with the baby sitter, 
Marcia headed upstairs to get ready for his return. 
She stopped to look in on Emily, and found her still 
awake in her bed, with the TV on. Marcia paused in 
the doorway, unseen by her daughter as she watched 
from the hallway. Emily was wearing a very small pair 
of sheer white panties that Marcia hadn't seen 
before. 

The little girl was lying on her back with her legs 
casually splayed in front of her, and Marcia had a 
clear view between her thighs. The small triangle of 
white fabric between the eight year-old's legs was 
stretched tight across her puffy mound, clearly 
outlining the shape of her pussy. Marcia's gaze 
wandered over every curve. 

Her new-found appreciation of the young female form 
caused her to admire the gentle beauty of her 
daughter's soft, smooth labia. Emily also wore a lacy 
camisole top in matching sheer white cotton. It too 
was unfamiliar. The thin fabric stretched across the 
child's flat chest, fitting snugly to the contours of 
her pectorals. Her little nipples were hard, and 
poked out through the sheer covering. The top was 
short, leaving her ribs and belly bare. Thin 
spaghetti straps held it up, and one of the strings 
had fallen off Emily's left shoulder. 

Marcia's overheated pussy twitched, and her nipples 
ached on her chest as she stared at her young 
daughter's bare flesh. She didn't speak to her, but 
turned away, conflicted. Had she really just been 
lusting after her under-aged daughter's near-naked 
body? Wouldn't be the first time you'd lusted after 
an under-aged girl, she told herself. Stop it! She 
replied in her mind. I'm just worked up. I just need 
to get LAID.

She staggered into her bathroom to take a shower, 
hoping to calm her lust-fogged brain. To the 
contrary, rubbing the slick soap suds over her highly 
sensitized breasts and nipples, and feeling the warm 
water run down over her tingling cunt lips did 
nothing to quench the desire burning inside her. She 
entered her bedroom, naked, to find the outfit Tina 
had picked for her to wear for her romantic night 
with Bobby. 

Here too was a camisole top, but in black lace. It 
tied in the front between her breasts, and hung open 
at the sides, exposing her soft belly. The cups were 
see-through, and her large dark nipples poked 
seductively at the thin fabric. Her huge 40DD tits 
were only partially covered, and wide expanses of the 
pale flesh of her breasts were exposed. There was 
also a pair of see-through black lace thong 
underwear, tied on the sides, which displayed her 
shaved pussy lips, rather than covering them. She 
stared at herself in the mirror, turned on by her own 
sexy image. The crotch of her new panties was already 
soaked.

Please hurry, Bobby, she thought desperately.

Bobby was having his own struggle with his hormones 
as he drove the sexy baby sitter home in the small 
confines of the dark car. Her smell was driving him 
crazy, as was her mini skirt. She smelled fresh and 
clean, with tantalizing wafts of strawberry lip gloss 
and a whiff of a scent that reminded him of (pussy) 
musk. They were almost to her house, when she asked 
shyly, "Mr. Williams?"

"Yes?"

"Um, could you pull over for a second up here? I – I 
wanted to talk to you about something."

He found an empty parking lot by a closed store and 
pulled in. She asked him to drive around to the back. 
Puzzled and nervous, he did so. In the lights of the 
dashboard he saw her turn to him. Her beautiful face 
looked up at him, and her eyes looked huge. God, he 
thought, she looks like she's twelve years old! Her 
hair was tied in a sexy pony tail. That and her flat 
chest, thin legs and narrow hips added to her 
youthful appearance. She sat with her left leg bent 
and lying on the seat, which exposed her panty-clad 
crotch, which was mostly hidden in shadow, 
fortunately.

She lowered her head to look at the cell phone in her 
hands and began to speak: "I spent the day with Mrs. 
Williams yesterday. Did she tell you?"

"Spent the day? No, she didn't mention it."

"She took me – shopping with her." He could see that 
the child was trembling. She looked nervous and 
scared – vulnerable – and sexy. Her thighs were so 
slender and smooth.

After a dramatic pause, Tina continued: "It was a 
place in the city. They sold sleazy underwear and 
slutty stripper clothes and stuff. You've probably 
noticed she's been wearing sexier clothes lately."

Actually, he might have noticed at one time, but he 
really didn't pay that much attention to his wife any 
more. She had come to bore him. The blow-job she had 
given him tonight was the only one he had gotten – 
from her at any rate – in ten years, and he didn't 
expect another any time soon. He gave a non-committal 
grunt.

"Well, I guess she's been going to this place, and 
meeting certain people."

"People?"

The small-framed child paused, and he waited for her 
to get herself together.

"She's been cheating on you!" she almost yelled. 
Bobby lurched back, surprised at the passion of her 
outburst. Cheating? Marcia? It didn't seem like her 
style. But if she was cheating on him...

His initial anger was replaced by a kind of relief. 
He himself had had several extramarital encounters, 
as recently as last Wednesday, and this took a lot of 
the pressure off of him. If his dear sweet wifey was 
getting boned on the side, how could she turn around 
and blame him? No more sneaking around and hiding!

He brought his attention back to the sexy little girl 
next to him. She was holding her phone up to him, and 
he could see a picture on it. A picture of his wife. 
A picture of his naked wife wrapped in the arms of a 
huge naked black man, sharing a passionate kiss. The 
man's hands were squeezing her ample butt, the globes 
of her ass cheeks bulging around his gripping 
fingers. Well, they say black guys like big booties, 
he thought, in a strangely detached manner.

He took the phone from the girl's slender fingers and 
paged through the pictures. He watched the pictures 
get progressively more disgusting as he went. She 
wasn't just having an affair or a one night stand 
with a black guy, she was getting gangbanged by 
hundreds of them. Well, maybe twenty, but a lot 
anyway. Here she was on her knees surrounded by a 
ring of hard cocks, sucking one and jerking off two 
others. Here she sat on a guy with his huge black 
dick rammed into her cunt, slobbering on some other 
guy's dick. 

He lost count of the triple penetrations. She had cum 
all over her face, dripping onto her ridiculously 
huge jugs (he sneaked a glance at the smooth flat 
chest and pointy nipples of the sexy girl next to 
him). The last 6 pictures were the worst of all, 
showing a row of black guys standing in a line, bent 
at the waist from behind, their big fat ball sacs 
hanging down between their thighs as Marcia sucked 
greedily on one of the guys assholes, stroking his 
hard cock from between his legs. There were three of 
these pics, indicating that she had gone down a row 
of a dozen guys, rimming their assholes. The last 
three showed her kneeling on the concrete floor as 
the guys all pissed on her naked, cum-covered body, 
filling her mouth and splashing off her gross udders. 

Any thoughts of going home to fuck that skank 
vanished, although his cock was hard as a rock from 
the images. He handed the phone back to the girl, who 
look anxiously into his face. She leaned forward and 
put a small hand on his leg.

"I'm sorry, but I thought you should know." She said, 
compassionately.

"How did you get these pictures?" he asked.

"She made me stay and record everything." The child 
replied.

"Made you?"

"Some of the – men – brought me in and blocked the 
door. She said I could record it, or – I could join 
in." her voice broke as she sobbed into her hands, 
her thin shoulders shaking. 

Bobby reached out and pulled the crying child to him. 
Her trembling body pressed tightly against his as she 
leaned into him with her small warm hands on his 
chest. 

"I was so scared," her voice was muffled against his 
chest. He could feel the warmth of her breath through 
his shirt. "I was afraid they'd hurt me, rape me."

The thought of this small, vulnerable girl being 
menaced by a bunch of huge angry black men made his 
dick stiffen even more, and he shifted uncomfortably 
in his seat. Again he felt the warm touch of the 
young teenager's hand on his thigh.

She lifted her head to look into his eyes, her lips 
inches from his. He felt soft strands of her blond 
hair tickling his cheeks; smelled the sweet scent of 
her shampoo. "You wouldn't hurt me Mr. Wiliiams, 
would you?" He stared into her beautiful blue eyes 
and angelic face. Her skin was smooth and taught, 
free of blemishes or lines. The appeal in her gaze 
was sexy as hell. He leaned forward and brushed her 
pink lips with his, the smell of strawberry lip gloss 
filling his senses. 

To his surprise, he felt her warm wet tongue flick 
out and lick his upper lip tentatively. Their next 
kiss was less hesitant, and the next even less, until 
they were locked in a passionate embrace, panting 
lustily into each other's mouths as their tongues 
intertwined. Bobby let his hand run up the girl's 
thigh until his hand was on her hip under her skirt, 
then drifted across to brush her crotch with the back 
of his hand.

"Touch me," she breathed. "Touch my pussy." She 
lifted her butt off the seat and used her right hand 
to slip her thong down her legs and off. His fingers 
stroked the outer lips of her hairless vagina, 
feeling the heat radiate from them. One finger 
slipped easily inside her tight pussy. He was 
surprised by how wet she was already. 

Her hands were busy in his lap, unzipping his pants 
and freeing his seven inch cock. "Wow," she gasped." 
It's so big!" Her head disappeared into his lap and 
he groaned as her hot mouth engulfed his cock. She 
sure seemed to know what she was doing for such a 
young girl. 

He really wanted to fuck her, but the feel of her 
tight lips on his cock, and the way her tight young 
pussy felt around his finger as he fondled her from 
behind, brought him to his second orgasm of the 
evening disappointingly soon. The teenager kept 
sucking as he spurted into her mouth, swallowing his 
slimy sperm like a pro. 

He lay back panting as she straightened up in her 
seat, wiping her mouth absently with the back of one 
delicate hand. She looked at him with a mischievous 
grin on her beautiful face. There was a shiny spot on 
her chin where she had smeared his cum. 

"Thank you," she said, "That made me feel a lot 
better. It's nice to know I can have that effect on a 
grown man."

"Thank you," he replied. "That was amazing."

She dropped her gaze and smiled shyly, looking 
embarrassed. "Well, I've been on a few dates," she 
replied demurely.

Indeed, he thought. More than a few, I'd guess.

"I guess you should take me home then." she said, 
"Um, do you, you know, do you want me to send you any 
of the pictures, in case, I don't know, you need 
them?"

In case I need to blackmail my wife into divorcing me 
without alimony? He thought. No need for that, but I 
would like the pictures!

He gave her his cell number; then waited while she 
forwarded the pictures before taking her the rest of 
the way home. 

In the driveway, she leaned over to his seat and 
kissed him on the mouth, taking her time. He could 
still smell strawberries. He watched her as she 
walked to the front door, her narrow hips swaying 
sexily in her short skirt. Damn, he thought. What a 
piece!


Marcia waited nervously in the bedroom, lying against 
the pillows, staring sightlessly at the droning 
television. Her heart pounded, and she could actually 
feel the pulse throbbing in her engorged pussy lips. 
She wanted to touch herself just a little, but Tina 
had convinced her that she should wait for Bobby to 
get home. She had just gotten a text from the 
teenager informing her that he was on his way back. 
Finally. It seemed like it had taken twice as long as 
it should have. 

Her heart rate quickened when she heard the door open 
downstairs and heard his muffled footsteps as he 
climbed the stairs and approached the bedroom. She 
smiled up at him as he opened the door. She was 
arrayed on the bed in her new sleepwear, the camisole 
barely containing her huge breasts, which threatened 
to tear open the tightly stretch knot between them. 
Her right leg was bent at the knee, opening her 
curvaceous thighs to display her wet pussy in its 
soaked g-string. He smiled back as he walked by on 
his way to the bathroom. 

Not the response I was hoping for, she thought. He 
must be in a hurry to get to bed!

He emerged from the bathroom five minutes later and 
climbed into his side of the king-sized bed, under 
the sheets. He leaned over and kissed Marcia chastely 
on the lips. 

"You wore me out, honey." He said to her sleepily. 
"I'm beat. You look great though. How about a rain 
check?"

RAINCHECK?

"W-what?" she stammered, nonplussed.

"Hey, you're the one who gave me that blow-job. And 
I'm not as young as I used to be. I need more time to 
recover."

"But what about me?" she hated the whiney sound in 
her voice, but she couldn't help it.

"Sorry, honey," he said, "but I'll make sure you get 
yours next time." I wouldn't touch that skanky cunt 
with someone else's dick, he thought to himself as he 
rolled over.

Marcia sat up staring at his back, hating him. She 
hated Bobby for rejecting her, she hated Tina for the 
stupid blow-job idea and she hated herself for 
getting all worked up in the first place. She'd be 
damned if she would beg that asshole for sex. She'd 
be damned if she'd do that after he'd turned his back 
on her.

She got up from the bed and grabbed a bathrobe. It 
was a short, gauzy thing that Tina had told her to 
buy, that did nothing to cover her near nudity. It 
didn't even close over her breasts, leaving her 
cleavage exposed, and only reached an inch below her 
ass. She left the room, keeping quiet in the hall so 
as not to wake Emily.

She needn't have worried however. She saw that Emily 
was still awake. As she tried to slip past the 
child's room unnoticed she heard her cute voice. "Hi 
Mom!" she chirped. 

Marcia froze, and turned to look at her daughter, who 
was still sitting on her bed wearing the skimpy night 
clothes from before. This time she sat Indian style, 
exposing a fat camel toe between her soft thighs. 
Marcia's heart skipped a beat at the erotic sight, 
which wouldn't have been erotic at all if she hadn't 
recently taken an underage lover and been hornier 
than she could ever remember being. 

"Come here," her beautiful daughter said excitedly. 
"Come see what Tina gave me!"

"Well, honey, I don't know. You really should be 
sleeping. It's real late." Marcia hoped that she 
could get the child to sleep soon, before she 
exploded from unrequited lust. She wanted to get 
downstairs where she could at least masturbate 
herself to the release she craved so badly. Her pussy 
continued to leak juices onto her upper thighs, and 
her nipples felt like they would tear right through 
the sheer fabric of her camisole. The fact that she 
was practically naked made her even more determined 
to get away from there. But Emily had other ideas.

The brightly smiling child got up from the bed – 
Marcia couldn't help but notice when one of her puffy 
labia slipped free from the tight confines of her 
panty crotch as she straightened her legs – and 
pulled her reluctant mother into the room by her 
hand. She put a hand on her mother's bare belly to 
make her sit down, and Marcia felt her little hand 
accidentally brush her left nipple when she turned 
away toward the television. She looked at her 
daughter's back and stared with rapt attention at her 
tight round ass cheeks hanging from either side of 
her underwear, which had bunched into her ass crack. 

Emily slipped a disc into her DVD player and climbed 
into bed next to her mother. She patted the mattress 
next to her, and Marcia lifted her legs onto the bed 
reluctantly so she could sit next to her pretty 
little girl. She bent her knees and brought them up 
toward her, so she could cover up her soaking wet 
crotch as much as possible. She could smell her own 
sex juices in the air and hoped that Emily didn't ask 
what the odor was. It was so strong, the smell seemed 
to be coming from the child herself! 

Her attention was drawn to the screen when the video 
started. She wasn't sure what she as looking at, at 
first, but soon realized that it was Tina on their 
living room couch. When was this taken? She wondered. 
She soon realized the answer when she saw herself 
enter the room. Oh my God, that's the day we first 
met! That's the first time we...

She lunged for the remote control, but Emily held it 
out at arm's length. Marcia reached across the 
child's body for it but her hand tangled in the 
sheets and she landed atop her daughter, her tits 
mashing against the little girl's flat chest. 

"Give me that," she gasped, "Where did that come 
from? You can't watch this!"

"I already did, Mom!"

Marcia froze, poised over her daughter, who lay flat 
on her back. Through her shock, Marcia began to 
notice how her huge breasts rubbed against her 
daughter's chest, her sensitive nipples dragging 
against the soft fabric of her camisole. She could 
feel Emily's hard little nipples against her soft 
breasts flesh, too. Her daughter was breathing hard 
from their brief wrestling match, and the thirty 
seven year old mother could feel the little girl's 
hot breath on her neck. 

Marcia rocked back and sat up on her knees. "What do 
you mean you've already seen it?" She was unaware 
that her camisole top had slipped during their 
struggle, and that her left nipple was exposed, along 
with most of her left breast. Emily smiled at her 
innocently, trying not to stare at her mother's tits 
too blatantly. 

"Tina showed me the whole disc. I've seen all the 
scenes on it."

ALL the scenes?

"What scenes? What's on this disc? Take it out right 
now!" Marcia started to get out of bed to retrieve 
the DVD, but Emily put a hand on her thigh to stop 
her. 

"Wait, Mom!" the little girl said. "Tina said for you 
to watch the whole thing with me; then we could 
talk."

"Tina said? Who cares what Tina said?"

"I think maybe you should. She has the original files 
for all these clips, and she said if you didn't watch 
them with me, she'd post them on the internet, where 
everyone could see them."

Marcia felt a hard knot in her chest. What was on 
this DVD anyway? 

"I think you better sit back down, Mom." Her eight 
year-old daughter told her, putting pressure on her 
thigh to guide her back gently. Having no choice, 
Marcia did as she was told. It seemed to her that 
decisions were much easier to make when choice was 
taken away. Emily snuggled up next to her mother's 
left side as she restarted the video, with her head 
resting on her mother's bare breast. She moved her 
cheek gently back and forth on the hard nipple as she 
watched, and her hand stayed on Marcia's bare thigh.

Her first ever lesbian sex scene played out before 
the mother and daughter pair, the daughter "oo-ing" 
and "ahhh-ing". Marcia felt a thrill of pride when 
she saw herself make the teenage girl cum, and heard 
Emily gasp. 

Then there were more scenes of her sexual encounters 
with her young teen lover, either in her bedroom or 
the living room. Then the scene at Madame Vickie's, 
filmed from behind the mirrors. That surprised her. 
As the DVD progressed from scene to scene, Emily's 
hand progressed further up her mother's thigh, until 
she was less than an inch from her cunt. 

The little girl reached up with her other hand and 
carefully pulled the knot on the strings tying her 
mother's camisole together, releasing both of her 
huge tits. Marcia barely noticed. Watching herself in 
all these sexual encounters was keeping her 
incredibly excited, and she found that she was just 
as desperate to masturbate as she had been before she 
came into her daughter's room; maybe more. Emily's 
hand stroking her thigh so close to her aching pussy 
didn't help either. She knew she should remove the 
hand, but she was under her daughter's control here. 
Besides, it felt amazing!

Then the last scene started, and Marcia sat up 
straight, knocking Emily aside with her bare breast. 

"No! Not this!" 

"But Mom, this is my favorite one!" the little girl 
exclaimed.

"NO! You can't see this."

"You know I already have, Mom," Emily said sternly. 
She got up on her knees and put a little hand in the 
middle of her mother's bare chest, right between her 
40DD's. "Now lay back down and sit still. I won't 
tell you again."

Marcia stared into the pretty little girl's dark 
brown eyes, and melted into them, surrendering 
control. She leaned back against the pillows and 
looked at her daughter expectantly.

"That's better." Their roles were now completely 
reversed. The child was in charge of the adult. Not 
totally maybe, but enough for now. Emily was 
surprised at how easy it had been, just like Tina had 
promised. 

As Marcia watched herself being gangbanged by the 
large group of black men, Emily leaned forward to 
kiss her mother. Not like a child kisses, but like a 
lover. She started with long slow kisses with lips 
closed, then teased her mom's lips apart with her 
little pink tongue, until they were sharing a 
passionate French kiss, exchanging each other's 
taste. 

The little girl crawled between her mother's legs and 
supported herself with a small hand on each of her 
big breasts, squeezing the soft flesh between her 
fingers. She kissed a trail down the side of Marcia's 
neck to her breasts, where she suckled on the large 
erect nipples while her mother held her head gently 
in her hands. Looking up at her mother with a 
mischievous grin, she kissed the soft flesh of her 
belly, working her way down between her legs. 

Untying the side knots, she let the front panel of 
her mother's panties fall away, exposing her drooling 
pussy to the child's avid gaze. She slipped her 
pointy pink tongue up Marcia's hot slit, teasing the 
clit out of its hood at the top. Marcia gasped and 
raised her hips in the air to try to maintain 
contact. Emily decided her poor mother had been 
teased and tormented enough, and dove into her snatch 
to bring her the relief she deserved. 

It didn't take long for the daughter to push the 
mother over the edge of orgasm. Marcia let out a long 
loud groan as she finally reached her peak. One 
wasn't nearly enough of course, so the two females 
spent a long time pleasuring each other. Emily took 
her time eating her mother's cunt, using her fingers, 
tongue, lips and teeth to bring the horny woman off 
over and over. They discovered that when Emily lay on 
her back or side with her head between her mother's 
legs, Marcia could bend at the waist and reach her 
daughter's pussy with her eager mouth. The two 
giggled and squirmed and teased, just like new 
lovers. 

Finally sated, the mother/daughter pair drifted off 
to sleep, naked in each other's arms; sticky with 
each other's juices. Marcia was finally content. She 
was wanted, used. Useful.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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