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   Monica Remembers

   Chapter 15

   Bonoboworld copyright 2010



   Monica recalls:

   Within a few weeks I was having morning sickness.  By the end of four
months my boobs were getting really big and sensitive and I was starting to
show through all my clothes.  Mommy told daddy that one of the condoms must
have broken.  Then mommy, play-acting in front of daddy, asked me why I
didn't tell them that my period had stopped.  I told daddy that I had only
had a few very light periods before they stopped; that sometimes they were
very spotty, and I thought that when they stopped for a while it was normal
because they said in hygiene class that sometimes young girls' periods stop
for a while if they exercise a lot and are under thirteen.  Mommy said that
it was possible for young girls to lose their periods for a while if they
worked out too hard and became dehydrated or slightly anemic.  This seemed
to satisfy daddy somewhat but he was still upset that I was pregnant.

   After a couple of days of pleading and tears from mommy and me, daddy
said he would consider letting me keep the baby, but he had to think on it.
That's when he remembered Doctor Peyton's business card and mentioned her
to mommy.  She got very excited and said he should call her immediately and
invite her over to ask her advice.  Once daddy went into his study to make
the call mommy told me, "This is great good fortune, Monica!  Your daddy
says this doctor enjoys family sex like we do, so she will keep all our
secrets and help deliver your baby!"

   A few minutes later daddy walked out of his study and told us that the
doctor's schedule was very busy but that she and her kids would be coming
over after dinner to visit us the Friday before Halloween.

   Mommy and I decided that it would be fun to make our family video night
that night a Halloween party so everyone could wear some sexy costumes. 
Daddy called Doctor Peyton back and arranged things and mommy began
immediately writing lists of things she would need to make our costumes.  I
was very excited because I knew Doctor Peyton enjoyed incest with her twins
and she was sure to persuade daddy to let me keep our baby.  I also
remembered how hot she was with her twins and how cute she looked up close
when she spoke to daddy outside the dessert shop.  I knew Dale thought she
was hot, too.

   Because my tummy was getting big--"great with child" as mommy said--they
took me out of public school so mommy and Vasti could home school me. 
Mommy told daddy and me that we could screw "bareback" without a condom all
we wanted until my eighth month.  I hugged daddy close and kissed him on
the cheek when she said so.  I always came much better when I could feel
daddy's warm cum spurting off inside me and I had not known how much longer
I could have sex while I was pregnant.  I was surprised I would be allowed
to take his big cockalicious until my eighth month.

   Mommy started making special outfits for us girls to wear, and before we
knew it the special night had arrived.  After an early light dinner, mommy,
Vasti and I laid out the tableware, food and punch for the party in the
family room, put finishing touches on the decorations and then scampered
into Vasti's room to get ready for daddy, Dale and our visitors.



   Monica's dad continues:

   While Dale was loading the dishwasher and taking out the trash I set up
two cameras in the family room, scattered a couple of remotes and moved in
an extra sofa for our guests.  Dale and I got into our costumes.  I was
dressed as a shirtless satyr with furry brown leg chaps that covered my ass
but not my crotch (which was covered with a tied-on leather cod piece to
cover my wedding tackle until the party heated up), Danish wooden clogs
painted brown at the back to match the fur on my chaps and black at the
front to look like real hooves, and some small horns protruding from a thin
brown plastic band under my hair near my forehead.

   Dale was dressed as a little lusty pirate with an eye patch, a red
pointy woolen cap, magic marker chin whiskers, a false mustache, black
tights as leggings with a little velcro crotch panel that Hilda had sewn
on, and one of my long-sleeved white shirts that hung loose on him like
they wore them back in pirate days.  Around his waist was a big black
leather belt with a silver buckle and sticking through the belt was a
little wooden dagger that I'd spray-painted silver and wrapped black tape
around one end to make it look like a pommel.

   A few minutes later our door chime went off and Dale and I went to
answer it.  When I opened the door there stood the smiling doctor dressed
up as one very hot angel.  She was holding hands with two fidgety young
cowboys who were identical twins.  The boys looked to me to be a bit
smaller and younger than Dale.

   I had almost forgotten what a tall, luscious, big-busted, pale
complexioned redhead she was.  She stood about six foot three in her white
high heels, probably about five eleven without them.  Her skin tone was
perfect alabaster and she had just the faintest few freckles about her nose
and rosy upper cheeks.  She was wearing pale frosted pink lipstick and
matching nail polish on her rather short fingernails.  Her hands were very
pale, elegant and well formed and she wore a silver bracelet with tiny pink
heart-shaped diamonds on one wrist.  She was wearing a white lab coat over
her costume that was split in back to make room for her feathery white
wings.  They were attached to a thin white rectangular pad that ran down
her back to a white belt with a silver clasp at her waist.  She was just
finishing unbuttoning her lab coat in front to show off her charms.

   Her well-toned legs were ensheathed in very pale pink, fine-meshed
fishnet stockings that delicately set off her pale white skin.  She wore
over them a white mini-skirt with pale pink panties and matching garters
snapped to her stockings below her naked white upper thighs.  She was
wearing a lacy white maternity bra with tabs to pull open triangular strips
of velcro-edged fabric concealing her nipples.  Her enormous bosoms were a
gravitational phenomenon unto themselves.  I thought the maternity bra was
an odd choice but figured that with super-sized boobs like hers she
probably needed the extra support of the thicker shoulder and back straps.
Though her breasts were very large and firm, the tips of her bra cups
covering her areolas and nipples were also quite prominent and forward
projecting, making her breasts appear both full and round yet conical in
front.  I'd never been that close to such a perfect pair of jumbo knockers
before.  I quickly glanced over at Dale and he was staring, open-mouthed,
like he was in a trance.

   Flustered, I smiled and greeted her, shook her hand, and introduced her
to Dale.  Obviously enjoying our rapt attention, she grinned back and asked
me to please just call her Cheryl.  Then she introduced her two young boys,
Parker and Lee.  She said that the twins had just celebrated their ninth
birthdays three weeks ago and asked how old Dale was.  Dale replied that he
was nearly ten and that his sister Monica was almost thirteen.

   I guided them into the family room, which was decorated with candlelit
jack-o'-lanterns; pumpkin-shaped throw pillows; classic monster movie
posters of Frankenstein, The Mummy, and The Werewolf; artificial spider
webs hanging in the corners of the ceiling crawling with giant black rubber
spiders sporting glowing red eyes, and an animated miniature Dracula in a
coffin whose squeaky lid rose up at regular intervals for him to sit
upright while a recorded voice said, "I prefer B positive!" On a big
folding table between two comfy chairs were big bowls of fruit, veggies &
dip and candy, paper plates, cups and a big tureen of punch next to a
cooler of ice.  On the little side table next to the big comfy chair was a
cookie jar filled with multicolored lubricated condoms that looked like
little party favors.  I put on some soft music and asked them to help
themselves to some food and drink.

   While the boys were walking around looking at all the goodies and
decorations and choosing their eats I sat down next to the doctor so I
could ask her about Monica.

   "Doctor Peyton, I wanted to ask your advice about whether I should let
Monica go through with this pregnancy."

   "Do you want the long answer or the short answer?" she smiled.

   "Well, fairly short since Hilda and the girls are almost dressed."

   "Then professor, from what you've told me on the phone about your
family's medical history I don't think there's much cause for worry.  You
both sound very healthy and she's a very positive, motivated young girl who
is eager to be a new mother.  I will need to do a gyn-ob exam and take some
blood samples to check for Rh factor compatibility and anemia, and check
her heart for any possible arrhythmia that could be aggravated during the
birth itself.  But you mentioned that she had participated in gymnastics
for three years so that shouldn't be a problem.  Why don't you bring her
over to my office next Tuesday at 2 PM for her examination?  If everything
checks out and the blood tests come back alright, then I'll give you the
green light."

   "That sounds fine.  Thank you very much, doctor, you've been very
reassuring."

   "Just don't make a habit of it too often," she grinned and got up to
replenish her punch.

   I went and knocked on Vasti's door to let the girls know their guests
were here while Dale chatted happily with Parker and Lee about their
favorite video games.

   Soon the five of us were munching our snacks and sipping punch when I
heard Hilda call out, "Yoo-hoo!  Alvin, we're ready!" from down the hall.

   I stuck my head out the door into the dimly lit hallway, spied her
peeking at me from Vasti's doorway and motioned for her to bring the girls
in.  I was just as excited as Dale because we hadn't seen their costumes
yet.  They had kept them secret for over a week.  As I sat back down on the
sofa I knew it would soon be Cheryl's, Parker's and Lee's turns to stare
with their mouths open wide.

   Hilda stuck her head around the door into the family room and announced,
"Good evening Dr.  Peyton and boys!  I'm Alvin's wife Hilda, and I'm very
pleased to meet you all.  Tonight my daughter Monica, our adopted daughter
Vasti and myself would be honored to model our new Halloween costumes for
you, and we invite you, Dr.  Peyton to model your outfit for the boys along
with us."

   "Why I'd be happy to--just show me where to go," replied the doctor.

   Hilda motioned her towards the hallway and they both disappeared around
the door.  The music changed to some of Monica's up-tempo dance music and,
a moment after that, in paraded Hilda.  What a tease!  None of the boys or
I could take our eyes off her.

   She sashayed in and began to turn and pose.  Her blonde hair was
concealed under a wig of black hair styled in a short bob with side locks
curled forward to tips to look like a pussy cat's side whiskers.  She was
wearing little black velvet cat ears, a short black bow tie around her
exposed neck, and a sheer skin-tight, specially tailored black cat suit. 
She had added white lapels opened wide to expose her splendid up-thrust
tits in a lacy white bustier.  Her very large and erect nipples were dyed
deep red with food coloring and, I soon found out, were cinnamon red-hot
candy flavored.  She had cut the cat suit so that the "garters" of the suit
holding up the stockings in front and back were thin strips of the suit
fabric itself that extended to form the stockings so that she needed no
garter snaps.  Most of her firm round ass was concealed under the sheer
black material to allow for the black felt-covered wire tail curving up and
out from her tailbone, but her large luxuriant honey blonde muff and golden
tanned muscular upper thighs were perfectly revealed.

   She danced a dirty dance to the music, crouching and waving her sexy ass
and hairy blonde thatched, pink-lipped pussy at us to our cheers.  Then she
meowed, got on her hands and knees and crawled like a cat over to Dale the
pirate, purring and rubbing her cheeks and boobs against his legs, before
crawling over and jumping onto my lap to purr against my cheek, rub her
boobs all over my chest hair and lick my ear.

   The music changed to `80s pop rock and that was Vasti's cue to enter. 
She was dressed as an exquisitely perverted Hindu Catholic schoolgirl
wearing ruby red lipstick.  She sported an indigo blue plastic hair-band
that pulled back her ass-length dark hair behind her ears with bangs in
front, and wore an open, short-waisted dark blue sweater over a soft white
button-down collared shirt with her initials monogrammed on both lapels. 
At her throat was a pearl necklace offsetting her delicate dusky brown
skin. Only the very top and bottom buttons of her shirt were buttoned so
that the middle of the white shirt was open wide and safety-pinned at the
sides to her blue sweater.  This formed the shirt into a white diamond
shape around her outthrust boobs showcased in a see-through peach
brassiere. The short-waisted sweater was tailored the same length as the
pulled up and opened shirt to expose her taut dark-skinned midriff.  Her
dark blue plaid micro-mini-skirt exhibited half her dusky muscular little
ass and her wildly exuberant black pubic thatch.  Hilda had apparently
teased her bush out for the occasion because it looked like she had a
little black Persian kitten nestling against her crotch.  Knee-high white
socks with folded-down tops and black leather penny loafers completed her
outfit.

   The music she'd selected was loud thumping dance music and she now
showed us her prowess, starting with the twist and moving through the mash
potato, the swim, the shimmy, the boogaloo, the strut and the macarena in
short order--wriggling and winking that dark pussy pelt at us with every
twitch of her micro-mini and shake of her hips.  She danced over to Dale as
the music faded, sat down next to him and lifted him into her lap using her
slender delicate fingers to gently brush his hair out of his eyes, hug him
and tenderly kiss him on the lips.

   The next song that came on was more romantic and New Agey sounding. 
Cheryl the tall angel strutted in, this time without her lab coat or
panties, revealing her red haired, heart-shaped pussy-do and a trace of
silvery glitter sprinkled on her porcelain white neck, torso, back and
upper thighs.  The combination of her glittering pale white skin, white
wings, white micro-mini, white bra and high heels made her look like a
heavenly being, alright.  But her red hair and flaming red bush and the
pale pink touches of her fishnet stockings, matching garters, frosted
lipstick and fingernails reminded us that she was a very sexual woman as
well.

   She began to slowly stretch and pose to the suitably ethereal music,
doing what I guessed were her own modified yoga stretches designed to show
off her Amazonian feminine pulchritude.  Her breasts were magnificent. 
There was no other word for it.  When she bent over to grasp her ankles to
show off her long legs, big curvaceous white derrière and red pube-framed,
frilly pale pink pussy lips, her stupendous boobs hung down in their
maternity bra and looked even larger--like perfectly smooth white
cantaloupes.  I don't know about anyone else present but my mouth was
watering and all I could think was, "Momma!"

   As she stood upright once more in her high heels with her legs spread
apart she cradled and pushed her jugs together to accentuate her impressive
cleavage and turned her torso slowly from right to left to display herself.
She was the sexiest angel I'd ever seen and she was clearly turned on by
showing herself to my family like this.  When she finished her turn she
kept her hands in place and used them to slowly peel open the triangular
velcro strips on the front of her brassiere to expose her fully engorged
nipples.  God, they were bigger than Hilda's, at least two inches long and
fat as my thumb tips.  They were the exact same very delicate shade of pink
as her frilly pussy lips.  Her areolas were slightly pinker, even fatter
and projected a good half-inch from each breast.  No wonder her brassiere
looked so conical at the apex of those big cups.  I quickly glanced over,
and Hilda, Dale and Vasti were staring open mouthed at those gorgeous tits
the same as I'd been.  Parker and Lee were used to their mom so they were
more interested in Hilda and Vasti.  But Vasti had stopped kissing Dale
just to watch Cheryl and there was obvious sexual hunger in her eyes.

   Just as I returned to ogling Cheryl she quickly undid the clasps at the
front of her bra and her prodigious mammaries swung free, wobbling a bit,
but outthrust and proud.  I was surprised that a young mother who'd birthed
and nursed two sons could still have such firm jumbo bosoms.  I was about
to find out why.

   Cheryl looked from face to face and asked everyone, "Who wants a drink?"

   Parker and Lee shouted in unison, "We do, mommy, we do!!"

   From three feet away she thrust her tits forward, quickly squeezed her
nipples at the areolas and two big sprays of milk flew out of her milk
ducts into their mouths and all over their faces.  The boys swallowed,
giggled and licked their lips.

   "Yum, mommy, that was good!"

   "Who else want's some?" Cheryl asked.

   Dale chirped, "I do!  I do!"

   Cheryl moved a little closer, so she wouldn't get as much on his costume
and squirted first one and then the other tit all over his tongue, lips,
chin and neck.  Smiling happily, he swallowed and licked his lips.

   "Mmm, I like it!  It tastes a little like peaches and milk," decided
Dale.

   "That's because its mommy's milk," observed Lee.

   Vasti then asked in a soft shy voice, "Please Dr.  Peyton, may I taste
some of your milk?

   "Certainly young lady, all Catholic school girls need to drink their
milk," she replied, "but your outfit is so pretty I think you better taste
it directly from the source so we don't spill any on your nice clothes."

   Cheryl strutted over to Vasti, her wings, bosoms and buttcheeks bouncing
in time, and presented an enormous turgid nipple to Vasti's ruby red lips.
Vasti gently licked the nipple in an upwards spiral motion with the wet tip
of her tongue before going down on it like a little penis and sucking
forcefully, turning and bobbing her head up and down its length as she
sucked to stimulate all of it.

   "Suck it, baby girl, that's it.  Suck it.  Suck mommy's precious sweet
titty milk out of that big hard nipple.  Yesss, that's right...right into
your sweet little lips and mouth.  Mmmm, that's gooood.  Swirl it with your
tongue and suck...ummm, uhh, yeahhh!  ...Ohnngh!  That's a good
baby...drink all that yummy fresh milk... It makes mommy feel so good
to...to feed you from her teats!  She's really got my letdown reflex
going...here little lamb," she said and gently took Vasti's hands to place
them on her boobs so she could caress the firm lactating mams she was
suckling.

   Vasti closed her eyes, fondled and squeezed those gigantic creamers, and
took several strong pulls and swallows from the first nipple before moving
to the second.  Dale was pressed against Vasti, gently kissing her neck and
rubbing her boobs and exposed furry vulva as she sucked and drank Cheryl's
delicious milk.  Hilda's pussy was soaking wet and she motioned over Parker
and Lee and placed their hands on her boobs, encouraging them to squeeze
and suck them while she put her arm around my waist and we all watched
Cheryl nurse Vasti.

   The instant the twins' tongues licked Hilda's teats they were surprised.

   "Mmm," Parker exclaimed, "her nippies taste like red-hots!"

   "Yeah!  Cinnamon red-hots!" added Lee.

   I glanced towards the door to the hallway and saw Monica peeking into
the room, probably wondering what was taking so long.  I held up my finger
at her to indicate that I wanted her to wait a minute before coming in.

   When Vasti finished sucking Cheryl's other nipple she smiled up at her
and said, "Doctor, that was the best, most heavenly milk shake I have ever
had--and to think, it came from an angel!"

   The doctor kissed Vasti on the lips and said, "You can call this angel,
Cheryl, you cute little milk slut."

   We all laughed out loud at that and clapped at Cheryl's performance as
she took a bow.  She took a seat on the extra sofa and called her twins
over.  She grinned back at us, ran her fingers through their hair and
gently pulled their heads to her beautiful bosoms to let them have a drink
just as natural as you please while we waited for Monica.  I saw her peek
at me again and motioned for her to come on in.

   Monica put on some of her and Dale's favorite children's music that they
loved to sing along with when they were little and when she skipped into
the room her "costume" was equally simple yet lovely.  She wore only a pair
of black, thigh-high leg warmers that perfectly offset her natural all over
peaches and cream complexion.  Her beautiful copper auburn hair was done up
in two medium length loose pigtails, and she held a little teddy bear
clutched in one hand next to her petite pregnant belly and ripening breasts
that, combined with her perfect youthful skin tone, made her literally glow
with life.

   Her hazel green eyes sparkled as she bowed and began to dance a silly
kid dance, holding her little bear's paws like it was her dancing partner.
She was singing along with the music and making up all her moves as she
went along like she and Dale sometimes still did together.  Dale giggled
and clapped his hands and started singing along with her, as did Parker,
Lee and Hilda, who all seemed to know the words.  Monica's brilliant smile,
rosy cheeks and enthusiasm were very infectious and we were all enjoying
her youthful performance.  She was five months pregnant now.  Her belly and
trunk were thickening up and her breasts had really filled out, with the
nipples becoming a darker shade of pink than before.  I noticed that she
had trimmed her little auburn muff into a heart shape similar to Cheryl's
and I guessed she must have been inspired by it when she and Dale spied on
the doctor and her sons in the hot tub during our vacation.



   Vasti takes up the story:

   When Monica's sing-along and dance finished we all clapped and cheered
and Monica ran into the arms of her daddy and smooched him on the lips. 
Then she hugged and kissed Hilda and walked over to Dr.  Peyton seated on
the sofa with her sons.

   "Dr.  Peyton?"

   "Call me Cheryl, honey," she grinned.

   "Yes, ma'am.  I peeked and saw when Vasti got to taste some of your
milk. May I have some, too, please?" asked Monica.

   "Of course, sweetie!  Here let me help you," she replied and pulled the
pregnant child onto her lap, cradled her head against her wonderful creamy
white breasts and gently caressed her face as Monica lifted her chin and
soft full lips to one large nipple and began quietly suckling and slurping.
They were so incredibly beautiful and natural together that everyone was
watching them.

   I looked over at the professor's very large tent pole inside the leather
codpiece of his costume as he stared at little nude pregnant Monica
enjoying Cheryl's tasty milkers and I just couldn't resist.  I moved on my
hands and knees on the carpet over between his legs and, resting my hands
on his furry satyr thighs, I gently untied the codpiece to free his lovely
manhood.  I leant in and began licking his big balls at the base of his
beautiful thick cock and then tonguing up the side of it to the head.  Soon
I was swallowing him deeply and pulling on him with strong suckings,
occasionally catching glimpses of the lusty activities around me.  I had
recently gone on the birth control pill and hoped to celebrate this special
evening by letting the professor fuck and cum inside me for the first time.


   Since their mother's splendid titties were being suckled by Monica, the
twins had rejoined Hilda to suck and fondle her tits and caress her thighs
and plush blonde carpeted pussy while she stroked their firm young stiffies
in return.  That was fine with me because it meant I could take care of the
professor for a while.  I pulled my head up off his cock and tenderly
kissed each of his balls, licking them one by one.  Then I lifted them up
to lap his arse from the base of his balls to his ass crack before sucking
both his balls into my mouth at once and moving my tongue all over them.  I
started going down on his balls, bobbing up and down on them while I sucked
both of them together.  Then I kissed the base of his cock and started
lapping up the side of it again.  When I got to the top I used my wet lips
and tongue to swirl all around the head five times and then powerfully
suctioned that great thick pulsing rod of his deep down my throat.  He was
starting to groan in pleasure so I knew I was serving him well.  My cuntie
was so very wet now.  I reached down to press and rub it while I sucked,
sending pleasurable feelings all over my body.  I knew at that moment I
must have the professor's gorgeous king-sized throbbing conga deep inside
me, so I kissed up his chest and neck, licked the inside edge of his
earlobe and whispered, "Professor, fuck me now, please.  Fuck me and let me
drive my squeezing wet coochie down on your big hard DICK!"

   He smiled at me, grunting his approval.  I gently pushed him back on the
sofa and lifted up his fur-covered legs so he could lie back.  He looked so
sexy with his little horns, furry legs and cloven hooves.  It will be like
fucking an animal, I thought!  I eagerly mounted him and felt his large
velvety cock-head spreading my entrance and his huge hard penis sliding
slowly and deeply up inside my yoni, and then slowly pulling out and
pushing deliciously back in me...over and over again...while I trembled
inwardly in joy.  Panting in sexual surrender, I leant close to him and
whispered in his ear again, "Professor I want you to shoot your manly cream
deep inside me and fill my yoni to the brim."

   "Wh-what, Vasti?  But won't--"

   I put pressed my finger against his lips and said, "Shh, my raja, I am
on the pill now so you can cum inside me all you like and treat me as your
concubine!"

   He fucked me well and truly then, penetrating me completely and often
with such wondrous sensations that everything else vanished from my mind
except the divine motion of our sexual union.  My sighs and moans must have
attracted Parker's attention because a few moments later I felt his small
warm hands on my behind, pushing my cheeks apart.  Then came the lustful
thrust of his penis head popping into my rectum and pushing inside me,
rubbing through the thin veil of flesh against the professor's massive
sword as they both screwed me full.

   Parker's stiffy felt extra smooth and I thought he must be wearing a
lubricated condom so he could pleasure the other girls after fucking my
bottom.  Soon joyous feelings from their fabulous humpings welled up from
my center to wash away all thought and I became simply their love slave to
use as they pleased.  The cummings rippled through me in warm waves and I
cried out as orgasm after orgasm swept through me until, on the third one,
I felt the professor plunging into my depths with great force and releasing
his warm fertile torrent of man seed.  He seized my hips and rammed into me
as Parker's small hips slapped speedily into my bottom, bucking my clitty
against the larger penis spraying forth within me and giving me release yet
once more.  Oh, Vishnu, what splendid dirty gratifications and submissive
perversions I delighted in in this most excellent fornication!  I was the
princess sex slave of all and subject to any debauchery!  They could use me
in any way at any time.  I would always serve my professor and his precious
family.  I had never felt so safe and beloved anywhere but with them.



   Monica recalls:

   Vasti's mini-skirt was hiked up over her lower back fully exposing her
quivering muscular brown butt as Daddy shot off inside her cunnie, Parker
plunged in and out of her ass and she squealed and shrieked her pleasure.
After the first two or three blasts of his cum, Daddy had popped open her
cute peach brassiere and was sucking and roughly squeezing her tits as he
continued to spurt inside her shivering body and Parker banged away at her
rippling ass cheeks.

   Mommy was on her knees sucking Dale while Lee fucked her pussy from
behind.  She looked over and saw me resting in Cheryl's arms with a thick
stream of her delicious milk running down my chin from the edge of my
mouth. She slurped her lips up off Dale's dick and said to him, "Honey, why
don't you ask Cheryl to let you fuck her on her side while Lee licks out
her pretty asshole and I sit on her face so she can have a nice piece of
wet pussy pie?"

   "OK, mommy," came the reply, and he and Lee pulled out of mommy's mouth
and cunnie, respectively, and trotted their waggling erections over to
Cheryl.

   "Dr.  Peyton?" Dale asked.

   "Call me Cheryl, cutie.  I heard what your mommy said and I can't wait!
We won't have enough room on the sofa so why don't you and Monica put some
of those throw pillows together on the floor for me to lie down on," She
said.

   I climbed off her lap and Dale and I gathered three big throw pillows
together in the middle of the carpet for her to lie down upon.  She lay on
her side, lifted her left leg and pulled open her red haired vagina for
Dale, smiling and beckoning to him with her finger.  He lay down with her
near the edge of the pillows, scooted up a bit and inserted his rock hard
prick inside her.  Once he was in, he began a good steady rhythm and she
guided his face and lips to one of her thick long teats to drink his fill
while they fucked.  Mommy put another pillow down near her head so she
could rest on her side with her head towards Dale's butt while he fucked
and sucked Cheryl in front of her.  Cheryl rested her head on mommy's inner
thigh so she could eat mommy's pink wet pussy snack.  Once they got settled
in I found a smaller pillow for Lee to lay his head on and got him into
place next to his mother's beautiful round white butt cheeks.  I lifted one
creamy cheek to open her ass to him and he dove right in, licking and
smacking very contentedly.  He'd obviously done this before, probably in
their hot tub or in the bath.  He was so eager and cute I thought I'd do
the same for him, so I found another little pillow and put my head down on
it next to his behind, lifted his leg and started going "around the
world"--licking him from his balls to his arse and ass crack.  That tickled
him at first and made him giggle and then he relaxed and resumed panting,
licking and slurping away.

   I knew daddy and Parker had finished doing Vasti because I soon felt
daddy's big hands on my hips.  He lifted them and scooted a big cushion
under my butt that he must've pulled off the sofa so he could split my
little beaver wide open with his big cockalicious.  I glanced back and saw
his thick veiny dong was still buttered in Vasti's juices and his rich
yogurty cum.  I felt it opening my vulvette and sliding deep inside me as I
sucked little Lee's balls and lapped his arse.  Daddy always felt soooo
wonderful putting his enormous thing up my pussy.  After he gave me three
or four slow deep pumps, I watched and felt as he guided Parker inside my
asshole.  As I lay my head back down to enjoy their cocks moving inside my
ass and pregnant belly, I saw mommy kissing and licking Dale's ass crack as
he fucked Cheryl and sucked her tits, a stream of milk running from his
lips down her big boobie to drip on the carpet.

   Pretty soon everyone on the floor was moaning, grunting and groaning all
over the place and it all felt so loving, peaceful and nice.  I quivered
with good feelings while daddy and Parker smoothly double penetrated me as
I lapped Lee's dick and balls, closed my eyes and came, shivering in
delight from head to foot.  Vasti was moving from person to person,
caressing and massaging their necks, shoulders and ass cheeks to help them
relax.  In no time everybody was cumming all over the floor--even Vasti,
who had started fingering herself watching us.  Daddy squirted a warm wet
load up my cunnie while Parker banged my butt and I licked out Lee and had
a third very contented orgasm.  Later daddy told me what we all did on the
floor was called a "daisy chain"--like a chain of flowers all linked
together.  I thought that was a beautiful name for it and looked forward to
many more.  The carpet got really wet that night!

   Hilda remembers:

   Our Halloween party with Doctor Peyton and her two little boys was a
smashing success!  When we finished having sex, Vasti brought in some
steamed towels and wash clothes with a big bowl of rose scented warm water
and gave us all sponge baths to clean off all the pussy juice, milk and
sperm.  That was her own idea and it felt great!  Then we dove into the
snacks and punch and watched a scary movie on TV.  After the movie was over
and Cheryl and her boys prepared to leave, she told me that we'd all been
so good with her and her boys that she was going to treat Monica for free.

   A week later Alvin took Monica to the doctor's office for her
gynecological exam to see how her pregnancy was coming along.
   End of Chapter 15