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Saturday, July 31, 2004

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Part 1 - Chapter Two
Darlene
Slut Wife


Only a few weeks after leaving GWU, Darlene decided that she and
Dwayne were slipping into another rut. Dwayne worked too hard
and too much. Even the quickies at lunchtime ended when she
started working at the preschool and day care center. Neglected
wasn't what Darlene wanted to feel, but was how she felt.

If Dwayne's long work hours weren't bad enough, football season
had started, too. Dwayne was a Redskins fan, but he also watched
almost every college and professional game that was broadcast on
Saturday and Sunday.

"Ken's having a football party on Sunday," Dwayne announced when
he finally got home Friday evening. 'Football parties' were just
the guys from work getting together for beer, munchies, and a day
in front of a TV. "What? No comment?"

"Am I going to become a football widow again this year?"

Dwayne looked guilty. He felt guilty. He knew he was neglecting
his wife. They hadn't made love in days. And now he planned to
go out to drink beer and watch football with the guys again. 'I
guess I should stay home,' he thought. Then inspiration struck.

"No, you are not going to be a football widow. This year, you're
going to be a football fans' serving slave. You will do anything
and everything I tell you to, got it?"

Just hearing the word 'slave' sent a tingle through Darlene's
body. Her imagination immediately began flashing pictures of
what Dwayne might make her do. "Yes, master."

"OK, football slave," he told her. "Spend a few dollars from
your salary and buy a collar that says 'Dwayne's Slave'. Bring
that and your cheerleading outfit to Ken's house on Sunday. And
get those clothes off. Now!"

Darlene opened her mouth to object, but her mind flashed a scene
of her serving munchies in that outfit, being leered at by
Dwayne's co-workers. She imagined him ordering, 'No panties.'
And she was horny. Frustrated. She took off the baggy shorts
and baggier T-shirt while she glared at her husband, still a
little angry. Then he got the toy box out of the closet and
ordered her to the back yard.

"I can't go outside like this," she protested.

"Slaves have no choice," he told her. "I'll gag you and carry
you out if I have to."

"Well, you'll have to," she snapped, hoping to goad him into
action. It worked. Nylon cuffs tightened around her wrists and
a rope wrapped around her ankles. Dwayne threw her over his
shoulder and carried her to the back yard, giving her bare bottom
stinging swats as he walked. Once in the back yard, he sat her
on a swing on the kid's swing set, eliciting a shrill squeal as
her bare bottom made contact with the cold metal.

"I need another set of cuffs," he grumbled as he secured each of
her wrists high up on the chains. He held her legs out straight
and looped the rope around an ankle, then tied it off high on the
chain. Her legs still had lots of freedom. She could even pull
up on the wrist cuffs to lift herself off the cold seat.

It was a familiar position, one that she loved. She liked being
eaten while in bondage, especially when she was exposed outside
the house. The danger of being seen by a neighbor or the kids or
a cop or whoever added an extra bit of excitement. She loved
being fucked. She loved the stars, the crisp air, and being
teased until she agreed to be a slut cheerleading slave maid for
a bunch of beer drinking football fans next Sunday.

--====--

"This is embarrassing," Darlene blushed, standing in Ken and
Judy's kitchen. "I... Well, I promised... It's like this. It's
a fantasy and well, I'm... I promised Dwayne I'd be his... I'm
supposed to be a maid for all the guys and show off a little
and..."

"I know," Judy laughed. They weren't close friends but they had
known each other for two years and were something more than just
acquaintances. "Ken told me about your little visits to hubby at
the shop. He says you promised Dwayne to do anything he says."

"Yeah," Darlene answered bashfully, looking at the tabletop,
unable to meet Judy's eyes.

"Well, go ahead," Judy laughed at her older friend. "I'm going
to be a Dallas Cowboy cheerleader. According to Ken, Dwayne's
been bragging about your new outfit. Is it really as nasty as
I've heard?"

"I don't even know," Darlene giggled. "A while back I surprised
him by dressing up in my daughter's junior high cheerleader
outfit. It was way too short and way too tight. At first, he
said that he wanted me to wear it today. Then he changed his
mind and said that he got something special for the party. He
kept it at the shop. The guys have all seen it, but I haven't."

"I haven't seen my outfit either. I'll kill Ken if it's as bad
as yours sounds. Mine's in our bedroom. I guess yours is too.
Is that what was in the bag Dwayne brought?"

"Yeah," Darlene blushed. "We stopped by the shop after church to
pick it up."

Judy was cute and young, around twenty-two. Darlene hadn't
asked. She taught aerobics classes and had the body to prove it.
Her long, light brown hair was always in a ponytail, but her most
striking feature was her big amber eyes. At least, that's what
Darlene noticed first. Men tended to see her legs, often noting
that, "you can see daylight between her thighs."

In the bedroom, Judy quickly stripped to her bikini panties and
opened the box with her uniform, a cheap imitation of the
standard uniform for Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders but more
revealing. "I should have guessed," Judy laughed as she put it
on.

Although Darlene continued exercising after leaving GWU, she
still carried extra weight in her butt and thighs. Her bust
remained large, giving her an hourglass figure that most men
loved. Judy reminded Darlene of Debbie, another fitness nut,
with the same bouncy personality and bubbling energy. Judy was
already dressed before Darlene managed to undress and open her
bag.

"Ditto," she groaned when she looked in the bag. She pulled out
the garment on top that consisted mostly of thin elastic straps,
hardly more than strings.

"The guys are going to love you in that," Judy giggled. "Even
Ken."

"He won't even look at me," Darlene contradicted. "He'll only
see you."

"Variety's the spice of life. He's already seen me naked."

"And me almost naked."

"And he talked about your butt until I was ready to kill him."

"You're kidding." Darlene was really surprised... and secretly
pleased.

"No, I'm not. He says I could use a little more padding,
especially up here," the younger woman chuckled, cupping under
her bust.

"I have too much," Darlene sighed, twisting the little garment
around again. "I guess it'd spoil the effect if I wore panties
with this."

"Doesn't it have one attached?"

"Yes, but it's crotchless. Split all the way and it has a
keyhole opening in the front, see?"

"Boy, he really does want you to show off your sexy body."

"Do you really think I'm sexy looking?"

"Definitely," Judy told her, careful not to add 'in a mature way'
or any other qualifier. Darlene was definitely sexy, a fox at
any age, but especially for a mid-thirties housewife. She had
lost thirty pounds since early spring, which was the last time
Judy had seen her.

Darlene pulled the maid costume up her legs and positioned the
two strings firmly up in her butt crack and the elastic waistband
over the swell of her hips. Garter straps were attached to the
elastic waistband to tickle her bare butt cheeks. There was a
shiny black satin front to the bottom but the keyhole shaped
cutout exposed all of her pussy and some bare flesh surrounding
it. A semi-sheer, lace-trimmed apron barely covered the cutout
but the slightest movement left her completely exposed. The top
was of the same shiny black satin. A small panel over her
midriff and an underwired half-cup bra with wide-set straps
attached to a lacy white collar that closed around her neck with
Velcro. Judy helped tie the string that snugged the underwires
under Darlene's breasts. White semi-sheer, lace-trimmed cups
covered her breasts but her dark areolas showed through the thin
fabric.

"These stick on with Velcro," Darlene noted, pulling one of the
cups away, then carefully replacing it.

"And fishnet stockings," Judy laughed. "Men. They're all the
same."

"I've never worn fishnet stockings in my life," Darlene laughed,
pulling one up her legs.

"They're uncomfortable in heels," Judy told Darlene. "I wore a
costume kind of like yours last Halloween except it wasn't quite
as skimpy. It came with fishnet pantyhose."

They discovered that standard garter snaps were hard to fasten
onto the fishnets that Dwayne had bought, but they managed. "You
look absolutely sluttish," Judy chuckled.

"I keep telling myself that I promised," Darlene groaned. "But I
just can't go out in this. I just... Oh, shit. I promised.
What's worst of all is that everybody will probably smell how
turned on I am."

"Whatever floats your boat," Judy laughed, picking up pompons and
skipping out.

"Wow!" the men gasped when they saw Judy. "Double wow!" Ken
added when Darlene appeared. The other men were struck dumb.

Dwayne smiled, proud of his wife--her body, her breasts, her
bravery--everything. "Love it, hon'," he smiled, getting up to
French her deeply and cup his hands on her bare bottom to the
hoots from his co-workers.

She was a little afraid Dwayne would want her to service all the
men in some way, but there was just some playful touching. And
lots of showing off. When Darlene shed the heels because they
were so uncomfortable, the men asked for half-time entertainment,
so both wives danced to the band music. The bra cups were
snatched off early in the second half. Judy refused to remove
her top, saying she couldn't compete with Darlene's boobs.

Calvin suggested that Darlene shave. Dwayne told him, "Maybe
next time."

"What? You're going to have me nude?"

"Would you mind?" he asked.

"Not if it turns you on," she answered after a moment of thought.

"It definitely does that," he told her, with all eight of his
co-workers agreeing enthusiastically.

"Well I'm turned on, too," she told him, smiling. "You're
definitely going to get worked over when we get home."

"You, too."

Midway through the late game, Darlene called home again to check
on the kids. Jennifer reported that David, Katy and Crystal were
already asleep in bed but that David wouldn't go to sleep when he
was told to. "Donnie and me are just going to bed now. Are you
and dad having fun?"

"Yes. See you in the morning."

"Are you going to pay me tomorrow morning?" Jennifer asked.

"First thing," Darlene promised. "Good night."

Dwayne made Darlene wear the sexy outfit for the ride home.
Actually, all he had to do was ask, and play with her pussy while
he drove. He licked her pussy in the living room, then helped
pick up the mess the kids left, then ate her pussy again in the
bedroom. Darlene was in heaven when he finally fucked her while
she frigged herself to another orgasm before falling asleep in
the outfit.

--====--

For the rest of the fall, Dwayne's family got into a groove
rather than a rut. Monday through Saturday were for work and the
kids. The family never missed a ball game, school event, or
teacher conference. After church on Sunday was reserved for
football and sex.

Darlene was careful to dress conservatively most of the time.
She limited her flashing and 'wife slut' scenes to a small group
of Dwayne's coworkers. She didn't want her kids teased or
harassed about her dress or behavior. Once in a while, she let
Dwayne talk her into wearing an extra short skirt or showing
cleavage out in public, if they were reasonably sure that they
wouldn't meet anyone who might object.

Darlene stayed hooked on the Internet, learning more about the
family computer. She regularly chatted on-line with her old
clates and professors from GWU on a closed channel or in
GWU's password protected 'family' listserv. Each time she sat
down at the workstation, she set a kitchen timer to remind her
when it was time to log off. Without that reminder, she had
often forgotten the time and neglected necessary chores.

With her travels about the adult entertainment circuit, Lucy used
e-mail through the listserv and chats to stay in touch with her
friends, most of whom were connected with GWU. Lucy expressed
strong opinions about almost everything, but especially nude
dancing and her own independence. Clarice and others, including
her mother, were always after Lucy to settle down to married
life. Lucy insisted that she was a free spirit. "I'll settle
down and get married when I'm ready."

Over the Columbus Day weekend, Darlene found Lucy in a live chat.
She confessed that the family was doing better thanks to her job
in the pre-school but moaned about the car breaking down and
never having enough money.

<DarGal> We hv nuthin in savings agn

<LooseC> Uv told me how u get off showing ur bod. Get paid 4
it

<DarGal> Rite. me? strip? who'd pay me? maybe to keep my
clothes on LOL

<LooseC> Ud b surprised

Lucy said she was performing at a club in Maryland in a few
weeks. "It's less than an hour's drive from your place. Give it
a try, gal." What finally convinced Darlene was when Lucy
suggested that it would please Dwayne. "He likes for you to show
off. You might as well make some money off it. I bet he'll
really get off on it. Have him play pimp and send you out. I
bet you can convince him it's his idea."

Her timer went 'ding' so Darlene said goodbye and logged off. As
she fixed supper for the family, she kept imagining stripping
nude in a club full of strangers. In her mind, the idea seemed
exciting. It was scary, but so was showing off in front of
Dwayne's coworkers the first time. Every Sunday since the start
of football season, her exhibitions had become more and more
daring. To both Darlene and Dwayne, each was also more and more
exciting.

They all made her activities a game. Dwayne made unlikely bets
and the other guys bet cash against her clothing and services.
The second weekend of the season, she started out dressed in a
micromini, halter, and heels with a little decorative apron. By
half time, she was down to panties and heels. At the end of the
game, she wore only the apron and heels.

As the season progressed, Darlene eventually was serving beer in
the nude except for spike-heeled shoes. Before she went beyond
showing her body, Darlene insisted that the guys get permission
from their wives or girl friends. She listened in and even
talked to most of the wives and was surprised when most agreed
that she could "give him a hand job" to pay off a bet.

There were enough upsets that Dwayne collected a couple hundred
dollars to put in the family savings account. But Dwayne usually
lost, and Darlene progressed to shaving her pussy in front of the
group, then masturbating for them, first with her fingers and a
week later with various toys and vegetables, and finally allowing
them to fondle and suckle her nipples.

Darlene and Dwayne had to pick up the kids and Maria after the
guys left. It had been their turn to host the football party.
Maria took their brood to the zoo and a movie. She loved it.

"The more kids, the better," Maria told Darlene with a smile.

Maria and Jennifer had remained fast friends since the weekend in
Virginia Beach during their GWU session. On the way to the zoo,
Darlene asked her husband, "How far do you want this to go?"

He knew exactly what she was talking about. "I was hoping you'd
want to talk about it. All the guys want to fuck you but..."

After a few moments of silence, Darlene spoke again. "I know.
That giant 'but'. I don't want to commit adultery. It is a
religious thing for me. My problem is that I'm not sure where to
stop. I... Dwayne, love, I... Geez, how do I tell you this?"

Dwayne pulled the car to the curb so he could face her while they
talked privately. "Be completely honest with me," Dwayne told
his wife, reaching out to take her hand.

"It's just that the idea, the fantasy of being fucked by half a
dozen guys or even a dozen or more is so... exciting," Darlene
choked out, barely maintaining her composure. "But I don't want
to actually do it. It's just a fantasy. A pretty exciting one."

"Thank God," Dwayne sighed. "I'm the same way. As a fantasy,
it's wild, but I agree with you. More than agree. I don't want
anybody else fucking you."

"Which brings us back to how far I go," Darlene sighed. "I kind
of like all the guys and I already called... Would beating them
off be OK?" Dwayne looked back at his wife. "Your turn to be
completely honest," she grinned. "Completely and totally."

"My fantasy, kind of an idea, was titty fucks," he told her with
a blush.

"They all do kind of get off on my puppies, don't they?"
Darlene giggled, cupping under her breasts, which were now
properly encased in a bra covered by a sweatshirt.

"So do I. I was thinking maybe the line is penetration."

"I don't trust any of them enough to swallow their come, so I
won't open my mouth and eat their spunk either."

"Good. I hadn't thought of that."

"I did. I was worried we'd let things get out of hand. I...
I've imagined it all, getting fucked 'til I'm sore and stuff."

"We ought to invite Maria to do a strap-on thing," Dwayne said.

"Order her to is more like it. To really get off, she has to be
forced to do nasty things."

"That's just an excuse."

"Not for Maria. And we better get her before she goes nuts with
the kids. We're late."

But Maria had the whole brood lined up with their mouths open
like hungry baby birds, tossing pieces of popcorn at a partner
across the sidewalk. From Jennifer to Crystal, they were having
a ball and Maria was joining in on the fun. "You're incredible,"
Darlene laughed, opening the side door of the van.

"I just like kids," Maria smiled back, herding them in and
buckling seat belts.

Crystal fell asleep in seconds and Kaitlyn, the six year old,
dropped off before they got home. Dwayne carried Kaitlyn up to
bed. Maria took Crystal. Once the kids were tucked in, the
adults settled at the kitchen table.

"Thanks a world for taking the kids," Darlene told Maria again.

"I loved it. I miss my family but it was time for me to leave."

"So, how are you doing otherwise?" Dwayne asked.

"I'm broke."

"Not completely," Dwayne said, holding two twenty-dollar bills
out to her.

"Thanks," she smiled. "But child care and the kitchen at Roy
Rogers don't pay a living wage. I want to go to college for at
least a little bit before I get married. Peggy would chew me out
but I still don't know what I want to do with my life other than
have a bunch of babies and a big, happy family of my own."

"Clarice would be right with you," Darlene laughed.

"Come on in here, Jen'," Maria called over Darlene's head. "I
see you. You're a teenager now, almost an adult. You don't have
to sneak around. Just come in and sit down with the adults."

Jennifer sheepishly crept into the kitchen, a worried look on her
face. Maria smiled broadly and looked directly at Darlene.

"Clarice is going to spank your bottom good. Why haven't you
told your daughter about her clitoris? Jen told me about your
talk, what you told her about sex. No cock in her puss, butt, or
mouth. But you didn't tell her anything else, so I'm going to
stay over and teach her to masturbate... unless you object real
strong."

Darlene's first thought was how much she liked the remnants of
Maria's accent, how she put the accent on 'tur' when she said
masturbate and how she trilled the 'r' a bit. But she knew that
she had been avoiding the talks she needed to have with Jennifer
and was relieved that Maria was so close to her daughter.

"I admit it. I've been avoiding it. With my kids, I'm still a
little inhibited. I guess it was the way I was brought up."

"The way you were brought up? How about me? Geez," Maria
growled. "Well, I think Dwayne ought'a spank your bottom good
for neglecting your motherly duties."

"That might be fun," Darlene giggled. Then she remembered that
her 14-year-old daughter was listening.

"She knows you're kinky," Maria told Darlene. "Don't 'cha."

"Well..." Jennifer hedged.

"You've gotta have coffee if you stay up late with the adults,"
Maria snickered. "I'm disappointed that you haven't offered."
Darlene apologized and started a pot. "So how are you guys doing
these days?" Maria asked.

"Getting along," Dwayne answered.

"That doesn't sound real great," Maria frowned at him. Together,
Dwayne and Darlene described their non-sexual lives since leaving
GWU. While things were a little better, the couple admitted that
there was always part of a month left at the end of the money.
"I know what you mean," Maria sighed. "That's why I'm going to
start working as a stripper. I'm going to save up enough money
for two years of college."

"You're not serious! You?" Darlene gasped in surprise.

"I have to," she smiled back. "I can't go back home. I have a
big family, too, and they're barely making it. You should have
heard mom when I told her."

"You told your mother?"

"I won't hide anything from her," Maria said. "Well, not much,
anyway. I didn't tell her everything about GWU. But I told her
I wasn't going to be promiscuous or dirty or anything. I'm just
going to take off my clothes and dance for men who pay to see my
naked body. That's all. You ought to think about it, too."

"I have. Lucy said she's going to be at a club just outside DC
in Maryland. I'm supposed to go see her. I haven't even had a
chance to talk to Dwayne about it yet."

"Or me," Jennifer said. "My mother, a stripper? Ick!"

"She'd be a beautiful stripper," Maria told the girl. "And she'd
make more money so she could get you guys some things and pay off
some bills and everything. She can work late so she's home when
you get off school. She won't have to pay a babysitter 'cause
your dad will be home. It's something to think about."

"But what if somebody at school found out?"

"Why don't you tell 'em, eh? Once everybody knows, it's a 'so
what?' thing, you know?" Maria advised. "That's why I told my
mom and dad." She laughed. "I even invited my dad to come watch
me so he could be sure I didn't do anything nasty. I'll die if
he actually comes to see me, though. Can you imagine?"

"Dad's seen me with no clothes," Jennifer pointed out.

"But not dancing sexy for a bunch of strangers."

"Yeah. I guess that'd be different."

"Very. So, Darlene. Are you going to try it?"

"I'll think about it. Dwayne and Jennifer and I will have to
talk about it."

"I've made up my mind. It's the only job I can find that will
pay enough for me to live on my own and still go to college. I
have convinced myself that I have to, that I'm being forced to do
it. It's this little voice in my mind, my mental mistress. If
you want to hear a kinky story, I'll tell you about it."

"Sure," Darlene said, glancing at her husband and daughter.


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Monday, July 26, 2004

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The following is a work of fiction consisting of adult concepts and
possibly sex.
Do not read if you are not legally permitted. I don�t want the police
on my front doorstep.
You are welcome to read but please don�t distribute without my
permission.
Feel free to make any comments to the author.
Send E-Mail to dalech33

The Party

Clifford was standing naked in the twin�s bedroom. Normally he would
be delighted to be in this position but this was bordering on
embarrassing. He stood perfectly still as the two young blondes
circled him, inspecting his body and making comments on what they saw.

�Well that will have to go.�

�Yes I agree.� Tracy reached up and took Clifford�s thick rimmed
glasses off. He blinked to try to clear his blurred vision but it was
a lost cause. Without his glasses he was as blind as a bat.

�Who chose these ugly things Clifford?� Tracy turned the glasses over
in her hands and pulled a face at them. �Honestly, you could have
gotten something a lot better than these. Not to worry though. Here,
try these.� She handed him a small plastic container.

�What are they?� Clifford could see printing on the small white box
but could not read it through the haze.

�Contact lenses. And don�t bother asking how I got the prescription, a
girl has to have some secrets.� She dropped a wink at Cliff that he
missed completely.
He opened the box and felt one of the small disks under his fingers.
They where moist to the touch and he felt it stick to the pad of his
finger. Clifford lifted it up to his eye and gently positioned it into
place. He blinked a few times and was surprised to find that it stayed
glued to his eyeball. Closing his unclad eye he found that he could
see quite clearly. With a smile he quickly put the remaining lens in
place.

�Do you have a mirror?� he asked Stacy. She handed one to him and he
looked at his naked face clearly for the first time in his life.

�That�s a big improvement isn�t it Tracy? He is beginning to look
normal. Now what are we going to do about that hair? It�s so greasy.
Don�t you ever shampoo Cliffy?� She reached up and almost touched his
hair before pulling her hand away and making a big show of wiping it
on her top.

�Of course I wash it. Every day in fact. It�s not my fault my glands
are pushing out oil by the barrel load.�

�Well at least your face has cleared up. I wonder what caused that?�
Stacy gave him a mischievous smile. �But we really have to do
something about that hair. Tracy could you hand me that gel?� Stacy
went to work on Clifford�s hair with the gel and an old brush. In a
matter of minutes she had his hair under some semblance of control.

�There, all done. Damn Cliffy you look almost human now. That just
leaves the clothing.� She walked over to the bed and opened a large
shopping bag that was sitting on it. She reached in and started
pulling out clothes that she then handed to Clifford.

�Here put these on. I think the colour should suit you.� Clifford put
the clothes on and stood in front of the girls.

�So? How do I look? Do you think I could get into the party now?�

The twins looked at him and nodded in unison.

�You look perfect Clifford,� said Tracy as she ran her eyes up and
down his body. �Do you have the brew with you?�

The brew in question was an aphrodisiac called Spanish Fly that Cliffy
had put together for the girls a few days ago. He and Tracy had then
tested it on Kerry and Ian with favourable results (Twins 2 ---
another shameless plug ---). He bent down and patted a small gym bag
at his feet.

�Yes I have it right here. Just remember though, you only need a few
drops.� He looked pointedly at Stacy. She had used half a bottle on
Kerry and Ian. They still hadn�t been seen at school and rumours where
running rife about what happened to them. Stacy had started most of
those rumours.

�Okay then Clifford, grab the bag and we will be on our way. Janet
won�t know what hit her.� Tracy laughed at the thought of what was in
store. Her sister had dared her to get Janet to screw Willy, or Free
Willy as he was known at school. Willy had a weight problem. A bit
like the way Bill Clinton had a problem keeping his dick to himself.
There was a rumour going around school that Willy had broken the
scales in the school infirmary. Stacy could take credit for that one
too. Stacy could take credit for a lot of the rumours that floated
around Piermont High.

They grabbed their stuff and where heading out the door when Clifford
stopped them.

�Aren�t we forgetting something?� he asked.

�What?�

�How are we going to get Willy to the party? Or inside for that
matter.�

Tracy walked up to Clifford and draped her arms around his neck.

�That is your problem Clifford. We can get you into the party but in
return you have to get Willy there. You don�t have to get him inside,
we�ll handle that. But you have to find a way of getting him there. Do
you think you can handle that Clifford?�

�Yeah I think I might know a way of doing it. Come on, let�s get
going.�

And with that the trio walked out the front door.


Willy was hungry. Actually he was starving. He hadn�t eaten anything
since lunch and now it looked like dinner was going to be late because
his mother was still at bingo. He opened the refrigerator to see what
was in there to eat.

�Damn,� he muttered to himself. �Nothing edible.� All he could see was
some tupperware containers that contained several different varieties
of salads. His mother was on a health kick again. Willy hated it when
she did this. He opened the crisper draw and saw a solitary apple. He
contemplated eating it but decided against it. Healthy food was not
really something he was fond of. His four basic food groups consisted
of burgers, fries, chocolate and Coke. Anything else just wasn�t good
enough. It had taken him years but he had finally managed to put his
metabolism into a coma.

�Maybe there�s some Spam in the cupboard� he said to no one in
particular. He was about to open it when the doorbell rang. Hoping
against hope that the Ice cream man now made door to door deliveries
he rushed to the front door and opened it. Before him stood a person
that looked vaguely familiar. He thought he looked a bit like Clifford
only a lot cooler. He scrunched his face up as he thought hard about
who this stranger could be.

�Hello Willy.�

�Clifford?�

�Yep. How are you Willy?�

�Oh I�m ok. A little hungry at the moment but Mum will be home soon.
What happened to you Clifford? You look��

�Don�t worry about it Willy. We need you to do something for us.�

�Us?� He looked around Clifford to the car parked outside his house.

�Is that who I think it is?� He could hardly believe his eyes.
Clifford was with Tracy and Stacy. How on earth did he manage to hook
up with those two?

�Yes it is Willy. Now we have a problem and you are just the person to
help us out.�

�What sort of problem?�

�Well you know the party that�s on tonight at Janet�s house?�

�Yes. But I�m not invited. I don�t really fit in with that crowd.�

�Don�t worry about it Willy. You see, there is going to be a pie
eating contest at the party tonight.� Clifford draped an arm around
Willie�s shoulder and started to lead him towards the car.

�And you�re our secret weapon.�

�Really?�

�Yes really. You and I both know that no one could ever beat you in a
pie eating contest.�

�Well I try my best.� Willy was blushing under Clifford�s praise. They
reached the car and Clifford opened the back door for him.

�Hop in Willy. I guarantee that you are going to get some mighty fine
pie tonight.� He watched as Willy forced his large frame in the back
of the car then walked around to the driver�s side and slid behind the
wheel.

�You ok back there Willy?�

�Yes thanks. It�s a little cramped but I�m used to that.� He turned to
the pretty blonde sitting next to him. �Hi.�

�Hi Willy. I�m Stacy and that�s my sister Tracy in the front with
Cliffy. I�m so glad you could come with us tonight. We really want to
win this contest. Tracy more than any of us. Isn�t that right Tracy?�
She winked at her twin in the front seat and Tracy winked back.

�What kind of pie eating contest is it?�

�What kind of contest Willy?�

�I mean what flavour pies are they using?�

�Hair pie� mumbled Clifford. Tracy leaned over and gave him a punch on
the arm.

�Shh you big idiot�: she practically hissed into his ear. She didn�t
want anything to go wrong with her plan. Tracy had put a lot of time
and effort into this caper and the last thing she wanted was for Willy
to get cold feet and make a run for it.

Willy had heard Clifford say something and saw the way Tracy had
reacted. He was always suspicious of people being nice to him, it
usually meant that they were setting him up for something. But he knew
Clifford was in the same boat as him. Or at least he used to be.
Clifford looked totally different to how he usually was at school. The
fact that the twins were hanging around him was a reason to be wary.
He decided to go along for now, but would keep his eye open for the
slightest hint of a set up. He turned away from the occupants of the
car and watched the sleepy neighbourhood sweep by outside.


The four arrived at the party at around nine o�clock. Things where
just starting to warm up and even at the end of the street Clifford
could hear the music blaring from the stereo. They parked the car a
few streets away; to get a park any closer would have been impossible.
Just as they got to the front of Janet�s house Stacy grabbed Willy and
led him down an alley which ran along the back of the house. Tracy and
Clifford proceeded to the front door where they were greeted by the
host herself.

�Tracy, glad you could make it. Is this your date?� She looked at
Clifford and he was glad to see she didn�t recognise him.

�It certainly is. His name is Raphael. He�s Italian.�

Clifford opened his mouth to say hello but Tracy cut him off.

�He doesn�t speak English I�m afraid. But we call him the Italian
Stallion.�

�Oh really? Why is that?�

�Because he is hung like a horse. Come on Raph.� And before Janet
could reply Tracy dragged Clifford inside.

Once they got inside Clifford managed to whisper to Tracy without
anyone overhearing.

�Italian?�

�Well if you had spoken to her she would have recognised your voice
Clifford. Now come on, we have to get around the back to let Stacy and
Willy in. And for gods sake, don�t lose that brew.�

Clifford patted the flask that he had under his jacket. He had poured
a few drops of the brew into it in the car before they had picked up
Willy. The rest of the flask was filled with Bourbon. They made their
way out the back door and around the pool to the gate in the back
fence. Tracy swung it open to reveal Stacy and Willy.
Willy looked around suspiciously. This was not the way one arrived at
a pie-eating contest. Not that he had ever been to one but he guessed
that protocol would dictate arriving at the front door, not scrambling
down an alley and waiting for someone inside to open the back door.
This was how you snuck into a theatre without paying.

�I don�t know about this. This is giving me a bad feeling.�

�Oh relax Willy.� Stacy was trying her best placate him. If he ran she
would win and Tracy, who would be unable to complete the dare, would
be her slave for life. But she wanted to see Janet with a mouth full
of Willy even more than have her own personal slave.

�We told you before you are our secret weapon. We can�t let them see
you till the contest is about to begin. We have money bet on you so
you better win.�

�So that was it,� thought Willy. He understood now that their motives
were sneaky and underhanded. It made him feel a lot better knowing
they were just using him. It meant that he knew where he stood.

�Ok Willy hide in here,� said Tracy as she opened the pool house door.
�When the contest is about to begin we will come and get you ok?� She
closed the door before Willy could respond. Tracy turned to Stacy.

�Oh by the way, this is our Italian friend Raphael,� she said pointing
at Clifford. �He doesn�t speak English.�

�Ooh I�ve never had an Italian before. How about it Raphy baby? Want
to break my European cherry?�

�Hmm let me think about it.� Clifford paused for exactly one second.
�Okay.�

Tracy fumed at the both of them.

�We have a job to do here. There will be no fucking till the fat man
cum�s. Got it?�

Clifford and Stacy looked down at their shoes, blushing under the gaze
of Tracy.

�Okay� they said in unison.

�All right then. Now lets go back to the party and find Janet. I want
to get this over and done with.� She turned and walked back to the
house.
Clifford and Stacy looked at each other, a playful smile gracing both
their faces. Then they joined hands and skipped merrily after Tracy.


Janet was looking for that tall Italian hunk that Tracy had brought
with her. She dearly wanted to know if what Tracy had said was true.
Janet had a weakness for big cocks. She just couldn�t get enough of
them. It was her fantasy to be fucked by a group of well hung studs,
each one taking his turn to pound her pussy till she begged for mercy.
Not that she ever would beg. She could keep going long after they had
passed out. She saw the twins and that hunk walk in through the back
door. She dearly hoped that she could get him alone. It would just be
her luck if Tracy took him to a private room and spent the night
riding him. Janet knew that Tracy also liked huge cocks and they were
very competitive about it.
She almost clapped her hands with joy as the trio split up and started
moving through the crowd. She made a beeline for Raphael and
intercepted him just as he was about to enter the kitchen. She made a
point of accidentally bumping into him and took the opportunity to
quickly try to feel his dick. She was pleased to discover that Tracy
had not lied.

�Oh I�m terribly sorry about that Raphael. You must think I�m such an
oaf.� She batted her eyes at him and did her best to appeal to him.

Clifford was a bit embarrassed about the way Janet had felt him up. It
was obvious to him what she had in mind. He was about to speak when he
remembered that he wasn�t supposed to know any English. His mind raced
back to the time he had found some Italian phrases on a website. He
hoped that he could remember them properly.

�Desidero avervi sesso con.�

�Oh I love the sound of a sexy Italian voice,� cooed Janet as she led
him into the kitchen. �It just makes me sooo hot.� She opened the
pantry door and led him inside.
Clifford was surprised to see that it was almost as big as his
bedroom.

�Speak some more Italian to me you sexy hunk.� Janet started to
seductively rub her body against him.

�Potete avete messo le vostre caviglie dietro i vostri orecchi?�

�Oh god that turns me on.� Janet reached down and quickly undid his
fly. In a matter of seconds Clifford�s cock was exposed to the air.
She slowly sank to her knees before him.


Tracy was getting annoyed now. She couldn�t find Janet anywhere. If
they didn�t find her soon Willy was bound to get tired of waiting and
leave. She under estimated Willie�s penchant for pie. She saw her
sister standing next to the punch bowl and made her way over there.
She arrived just in time to see Stacy pour some liquid into the bowl.

�Stacy dear, I have a feeling that the punch was spiked a long time
before we got here.�

�Well then a little more wouldn�t hurt now would it? Did you find
Janet?

�No I can�t find her anywhere. Maybe Clifford has had better luck.
Have you seen him?�

�No. I think he was going to check the kitchen but I haven�t seen him
since. Want to go check?�

�Sure.� They made their way into the kitchen but found it was
deserted. They were about to leave when they heard moaning coming from
the pantry. Tracy swung open the door to find Janet impaled on
Clifford�s cock and riding him for all he was worth. Clifford looked
like he was having anything but fun. In fact he looked like a mongoose
had mistaken his dick for a cobra. Tracy closed the door before either
of them noticed she was there. She tried to control herself as she
turned to Stacy.

�Well I found Clifford. And it looks like he found Janet. Or she found
him. We�ll just wait for them to finish.� They went to the
refrigerator and found some soft drinks and cake to munch on while
they waited. Fifteen minutes later the pantry door swung open and
Clifford and Janet stepped into the kitchen. Janet saw Tracy and
walked over to her.

�Oh my god Tracy, where have you been hiding this boy? He was
incredible. You have to let me borrow him again someday.�

�If you think he�s good you should try Stacy�s boyfriend. He makes
Raphael look small.�

�My boyfriend? What are you�.� Stacy was shushed by a look from Tracy
that could of frozen fire.

�Yes, your boyfriend. The one you left in the pool house.� Tracy
turned back to Janet. �You would just love him. He�s got a cock you
just wouldn�t believe.�

�Really? Well I don�t know, I mean I could always go another round
with Raphael here.�

�Desiderate sedersi sul mio rubinetto?� Clifford was really getting
into this Italian stuff.

�Doesn�t he just have the sexiest voice?�

�Yes he does Janet. I guess you can have him if you want. Stacy and I
will be in the pool house having the fuck of our lives. See you
later.� The twins turned and headed for the door. They didn�t get far.

�Wait. Why don�t we all go. We could share them.�

Tracy felt a smile start to cross her lips.

�Good idea. Let�s celebrate with a drink shall we? Raphael?�

Clifford reached into his jacket and pulled out the flask. He handed
it to Tracy who in turn handed it to Janet.
Janet took a sip of the Bourbon and liked what she tasted. She offered
it to the twins but they declined.

�No thanks,� said Tracy, �we filled up on Coke.�

Janet took the flask and drained it in a gulp. She could feel its
warmth explode in her stomach. It gave her a feeling that she quite
enjoyed.

�Okay folks, let�s go get some.� The foursome made their way out to
the pool house.


As they reached the pool area Tracy pulled Clifford back so she could
talk to him.

�Have a nice fuck did we?�

�Well it�s not like I had any choice in the matter. She practically
raped me.�

�Oh yeah I could see you where desperate to get away from her. It must
have been terrible having a gorgeous girl fuck your brains out like
that.�

�Oh come on Tracy, I never wanted to screw her. She just jumped me. I
had to cum in self defence.�

�Whatever Clifford. I don�t want to know about it.�

�Oh my God. Are you jealous?� The thought that Tracy was jealous of
Janet screwing him made Clifford stop and think. Maybe Tracy had
feelings for him after all. He would have to talk to her about it
later. But for now they had reached the pool house and the real fun
was about to begin.
Stacy opened the door and stood back to allow Janet to enter first.

�Willy!� called Stacy. �Its pie-eating time.�

�Willy?� asked Janet turning to Stacy. �Not Free Willy�

�The one and only,� declared Stacy as she shoved Janet through the
door. With a flourish she slammed the door shut and locked it. �And
that�s that. Well I am going back inside to see what�s happening with
the punch.�

�Stacy what did you put in the punch?� Tracy had remembered seeing her
sister spike it.

�Oh just a little something to spice up the party. The same thing that
you gave to Janet.�

�You didn�t.�

�I did.�

�No way.�

�Yes way.�

�Holy shit.�

�Yup,� giggled Stacy. She went back to the party while Tracy and
Clifford made their way to the windows of the pool house.


Janet was furious. How dare they lock her in here with this fat fuck?
Did they have any idea what she would do to them when she got out? She
absent-mindedly started rubbing her breasts.

�I�ll bet this is because I fucked her boyfriend. Stupid cow hates it
when I get the better of her. And I�ll bet I was a better lay than she
was. I think I�ll screw Raphael again when I get out of here. In fact,
I think I�ll tie that bitch up and make her watch us do it. That will
teach her. I can�t wait to see her face as I slide that huge cock into
my pussy, and then start to ride him like an Italian Stallion should
be ridden. Oh it will be so good, watching her twist and turn in her
bonds, aching to get loose while I cum again and again.�

Willy was watching Janet with mounting fear. She looked pissed as she
spoke to herself. But she also appeared to be getting off on what she
was saying and thinking. He watched as she slid her hand between her
legs and started rubbing.

�My God,� he thought. �I think she going to get herself off right in
front of me.� Willy could feel himself getting hard.

Janet was indeed getting off but her thoughts of revenge where all
that filled her conscious mind. Without even realising what she was
doing she stripped off her clothing so she had better access to her
body. A body that was now aflame with primitive animal lust.
She imagined Tracy straining at her ropes as she fucked Raphael with
the passion of an untamed beast. She could feel that huge cock inside
her, filling her tight little pussy to the point of overflowing. Her
nipples tingled as she imagined him reaching up and twisted them
savagely.
Her mind might have been occupied with Raphael but her body was an
entity unto itself. Her left hand pinched and pulled at her nipples
while her right was permanently fixed to her hungry cunt. She thrust
two fingers deep inside herself as her juices flooded out over her
hand and down her thighs. Janet started to rapidly finger fuck
herself, her mind filled with thoughts of lust and . Her hips
bucked against her hand as her body was devoured by a monstrous
orgasm. Waves of overwhelming sensations crashed over her, pushing all
thoughts from her head as she succumbed to the pleasure.


�Now that�s and orgasm.� Clifford had his nose pressed up against the
window, watching the show inside.

�But why isn�t she fucking Willy? Is this stuff going to work on her
or not Clifford?� Tracy was getting worried. The dare had involved
Janet screwing Willy, not her own hand. She had a bad feeling about
this. It was starting to look like she would be Stacy�s slave for the
rest of her life.

�Don�t worry about it Tracy. She will. She has only just gotten
started. Stacy should be here to see this though. I wonder what she�s
doing?�


Stacy was in the main house watching a very interesting show. The
punch she had spiked was completely gone. And judging by what she saw
everyone had drunk a glass or two. A sea of bodies lay before her.
Everywhere she looked there were couples fucking, threesomes fucking,
foursomes fucking. There was even one girl near the stereo who had
five guys jerking off over her while another girl ate her out. Stacy
slowly scanned the crowd, taking note of couplings for the future. The
girl that was getting a cum bath was one of the head cheerleaders,
that bit of knowledge would come in handy. And wasn�t that the two
best players on the football team gobbling each other�s cocks?

�Damn, I should be writing this down.� She spied a notepad and pen on
a nearby coffee table and grabbed it before the couple screwing on the
ornate furniture could roll on top of it again. She started taking
down notes.

�School captain getting herself well and truly fucked by the school
drug dealer as she sucks the band leader�s cock. Head cheerleader
being nailed by five of the football team. I always thought those two
where gay. Captain of the football team has really small dick.� She
closed the notebook after filling a couple of pages and placed it in
her small bag, right next to the empty coke bottle she had used to
spike the punch with.

�Lets see what�s happening with Janet and Willy� she said to herself
and walked back towards the pool house.



Willy was getting worried. He had just watched Janet bring herself to
orgasm and then collapse against the wall, unconscious. He moved
slowly towards her naked form, his erection forgotten for now.

�Janet? Are you ok? Do you need a doctor or something?� He was about
to reach down and give her a gentle shake when her eyes flew open and
locked with his.
Willy was no longer worried.
Willy was scared shitless.


�What�s happening?� Stacy had just arrived back at the pool house and
looked through the same window Tracy and Clifford where at.

�Sshh,� hissed Tracy. �It�s about to get good.�

All three watched in awe as Janet leapt on Willy. Willy let out a
shriek of terror before it was abruptly cut off by Janet�s tongue
forcing its way down his throat. She pushed him to the ground and tore
open his shirt. Willie�s man boobs wobbled as he shook with fright.
Janet�s eyes lit up when she saw them and instantly latched on to one
of his nipples, sucking it like a newborn.

�Well this is interesting. I guess she likes tit�s no matter who owns
them.� Stacy giggled at her own joke. �Did you hear me? I said she
likes tits. Even man tit�s.�

�Will you shut up? I can�t hear what�s going on in there.� Tracy was
on edge. The dare would not be completed until Willy had his cock in
Janet�s puss. She would not relax until that happened.
Meanwhile Janet was removing Willie�s pants with her teeth. She freed
his cock from their confines and watched as it popped up like a tiny
soldier coming to attention. She looked up at Willy, then fell on it
like a hungry dog.
Willy let out a yelp that quickly turned to a moan of pleasure. He
grabbed Janet by the hair and forced her head down on his cock.

�Wow he sure learns fast,� said Clifford, genuinely impressed. �I
think he is actually enjoying himself now.�

Willy was indeed enjoying himself. He had never done it with a girl
before. To be honest they had always scared him. He thought that all
women were as overbearing as his mother was. But he had no idea that
there could be so much pleasure to be had from a woman taking control
of him. He lay back and let Janet�s mouth work on his cock. Willy
thought that maybe he could get to enjoy this sex stuff. He knew what
an orgasm was, he had played with himself a couple of times in the
shower, but his hand had never been as good as this. And his hand had
never sucked on his breasts like that either. He wished he could get
her to do that again. He felt that familiar feeling in his loins and
was disappointed that it would all be over soon. He ran his fingers
through Janet�s hair and groaned as he began to shoot.

�Oh no he�s cuming,� cried Tracy. �Now I�ll never complete the dare.
I�m doomed to be a slave for life.�

�Don�t worry sis, I�ll be a benevolent master. Now be a good slave and
rub my feet, they hurt terribly.�

�Oh shut up you cow.�

�Tsk, tsk, is that any way to talk to your master?� Stacy was really
enjoying this. She could imagine Tracy waiting on her hand and foot.

�I am not rubbing your feet.�

�Would you rather give Willy a blow job?�

�Oh for Christs sake. Ok I�ll rub your damned hoof then.� She started
to bend down but Clifford grabbed her by the shoulder.

�Hold on a sec Tracy. Janet hasn�t finished yet.�

Tracy looked back through the window again to see that Clifford was
right. Janet was still sucking Willie�s cock, a cock that was still
rock hard.


Willy was amazed that Janet had not stopped. She had gulped down his
cum and kept right on sucking.

�She�s a sucking machine,� he said to himself. �Janet the Electrolux.�

Janet must have heard him because she stopped her sucking and looked
up at him. She released his cock with a plop and smiled at him.
Without a word she got up and squatted over his dick, her juices
raining down on it.

�Are you ready now Willy? I hope so. Because I am going to fuck your
brains out.� She dropped like a stone, impaling herself on him.
Willie�s mind reeled with a newfound pleasure. He watched as she
started to bounce on him like a small child bounces on their parents
bed. He could swear that he heard cheering but decided it was just his
mind playing tricks on him. He reached up and grabbed Janet by the
arms. Willy pulled her down so that her face was pressed against his
breasts. Janet got the hint and started to suck greedily on them, one
by one.


Outside the pool house Tracy was jumping and cheering.

�I win, I win. In your face bitch.� She waggled her finger at her twin
sister to emphasise her point.

�Alright, you don�t have to rub it in.� Stacy was a little upset that
she had lost but there would be other dares.
Tracy walked over to Clifford who was watching the proceedings with
bemusement.

�Where did you learn Italian?�

�I found some phrases on a website.�

Tracy draped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

�Say something to me in Italian.�

�Desidero leccare il vostro pussy.�

�Mmm. Janet was right. You have a sexy Italian voice. Doesn�t he
Stacy?�

�Yes he does.� Stacy knew where this was leading and moved closer to
the pair.

�Raphael?� asked Tracy

�Si?�

�We�re horny. Take us home and fuck us.�

�S� i miei amori.�


Well that�s it. I hope you enjoyed this episode of Twins. Took us a
while but we got there in the end.
What will happen next week?
Beats me. I only write this stuff.
But whatever happens there is one thing we know for sure.
Someone is gonna get laid.

Authors note. All the Italian phrases that Cliffy used in this story
where obtained by using Altavista�s translation service. If any of the
phrases don�t work properly blame them, not me. I wouldn�t know
Italian if it jumped up and bit me on the�.
Well you get the idea.

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