Jan placed an arm around Marcie’s shoulder and drew her close, saying, “And this little mink was the eagerest beaver of all. Weren’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yes, especially after you told me what an eager beaver was and what would be expected of us. I couldn’t believe my ears, but Mom never lied to me before, so I had to believe her.”
Jan gave Marcie’s shoulder a hard squeeze that no one but Marcie noticed. The squeeze was a signal that effectively said, “Don’t say too much; this is my story.” Marcie shut up and placed her hand in her mother’s crotch as though she’d done it hundreds of times before. She toyed aimlessly with the pussy parts and Jan tried to pay this exciting contact no heed.
Jan said, “I could see Stella was not about to waste any time with this new squad of fresh girls, and with that unique crowd of mothers all knowing the score, she flat laid it out and told everyone how it was going to be. She confessed to being a lesbian, then went on to say that her girls had better toe the lesbian mark or they’d never make the cut.”
Stomper said, “Man, you gotta be shittin’ me. Lester, is she shittin’ us?”
“She ain’t shittin’ you man. Shut up and listen. You ain’t gonna believe this shit, but it’s all true. I got it straight from Stella herself. Go on, Jan. Tell ’em what you did.”
Jan smiled because every guy except Lester was on the edge of his seat, dying to hear more. Julie was pissed and sat back with folded arms, fuming. Jan went on, saying, “You could have heard a pin drop after Stella dropped that bomb. Those girls, even Marcie, were stunned.”
Marcie volunteered, “I was. I mean, I never thought she’d come right out in the open and say that even though we all knew she was a dyke – I mean, a lesbian.” She earned another squeeze.
Lester said, “She calls herself a dyke. You’re not offending me if that’s what you’re worried about. Go on, Jan.”
“Well, I wanted to make points and get Marcie off to a good start, so I raised my hand and was recognized. I stood and said, “My daughter is bisexual, but she’s leaning more toward girls. She’ll be no trouble at all.”
A finger nudge prompted Marcie to speak, she said, “I was so shocked to hear her say that. I mean, I’d never done anything with any girl, and here she was telling all my friends that I was queer for girls. I was so embarrassed, but she is my mom, and I knew she knew what she was doing. I just smiled.”
“She smiled, but she was smiling through a deep red face. Stella smiled and smiled big, then said, ‘Is that so? Take off her clothes. Let’s see what she’s bringing to the squad. Have her face the group.'”
Red cried out, “Hot damn! Boy, that Stella is something else. I’ll bet you liked ta shit, huh, Marcie?”
Marcie said, “No shit, especially when Mom dragged me to my feet and made me face all those people.” A squeeze silenced her.
Jan said, “I wasn’t prepared to go that far, but what could I do? It was a challenge. Stella was calling my bluff. I really had no choice, so I started taking off her clothes. Poor Marcie. I thought she was going to die. The poor thing was trembling as I took off her bra. When I dropped her panties, I thought she’d pass out. I didn’t plan on picking her up, but I thought I’d better. I scooped her into my arms and handed her to Stella.”
Stomper clapped and shouted, “Far fuckin’ out! What’d she do, take her to a back room and girl fuck her? Stella’d do that shit. She don’t care. What’d she do, Jan?”
“You won’t believe this, but she girl-fucked my daughter right there and then.”
This news was like a splash of cold water to everyone listening, everyone except Lester. They all became animated, expressing disbelief. Julie stood and cried, “I can’t believe you never told me. Why didn’t you tell me? Nobody tells me anything.” She sat with a huff and folded her arms again.
Wally had a look of pure astonishment. The boys were all grins. The men were stroking new erections, talking excitedly among themselves, giving each other high fives. Marcie was finger fucking two pussies as Jan reclined on straight arms to bask in the effect of her outrageous story.
She could not believe that her own family bought that bull shit story, but they obviously did, and loved it. Julie was only upset that she’d been left out. They had no trouble accepting that she’d behave this way. As a result, Jan began thinking.
She thought about the way Marcie had also gotten excited by the tale. She enjoyed hearing it, though she knew the truth. She enjoyed toying with her mother’s pussy and seemed genuinely enthralled by it. Her interest was no act. She looked upon the wide open beaver with a hunger reserved for horny males that had been at sea for months. She looked eager to get her mouth on it.
Jan mulled this over and then a bold idea popped into her head: Why ever come clean? Why undo what she’d done after the party ended? The party need never end. Only Marcie would know the truth, and she didn’t appear to want the party to end either. A deliciously wicked thrill coursed through Jan as she thought more along those line. This was followed by a desire to get nastier and make the party even more interesting than it was.
After just a few minutes to ponder, Jan said, “Marcie, why don’t you get on your knees between my legs and we’ll show them what Stella did to you.”
Everyone became silent and sat forward as Marcie slipped to her knees then inched between her mother’s legs. Jan said, “Stella was in the position I’m in now with her skirt pulled up. She was not wearing panties, so Marcie faced a naked cunt, just as she is now. Stella reached out, took a handful of Marcie’s hair, like this, and brought her face square into her cunt, just like this.”
This act launched everyone from their seats. They crowded in to see Marcie’s face wedded to the beaver. When Marcie was close enough, her tongue shot out and went to work immediately. By the time they had onlookers, the tongue was deep inside, laving the interior walls of Jan’s cunt. Marcie’s face was pressed in tightly, and not from the pull. Jan held her by the hair, but that was just for show.
Jan said, “Of course, she wasn’t eating pussy as she is now. That first time, she was in shock. All she did was get her face fucked, but she got her face fucked good, by a pro. I stood right beside them the whole time and never said a word. Marcie’s been a good little pussy pet ever since. Haven’t you, sweetie?”
Marcie just nodded and kept eating. She was taught never to talk with her mouth full. Marcie was a good girl, and becoming a damn good cheerleader. She made her mother proud; she also made her mother cum. When Stella showed up with Bubba and Sambo, she made her mother a breeder and a grandmother nine months later. She would have had a bright cheerleading career had the videos not gotten out and the baby not been so black.
Oh, well, the story still has a happy ending. They got to keep Sambo, and he turned out to be great with kids.
The End
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