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Hello again, some of you have asked about another chapter in the novel I’m working on. The truth is I’ve been busy with another project and have been tinkering with this one sporadically. A few months ago I posted what I planned on being the first chapter in this. After some thought, I decided to expand on one of the characters more and came up with this as the first chapter and moving the other post to a later section. One of the aspects I’m attempting to portray is both the traumatic as well as the pleasurable side of the lifestyle. In this chapter, I illustrate what most in the lifestyle find as the subject of their nightmares. Instead of seeing it through the eyes of the participants I chose to see it through the eyes of the apparent victim. Being it’s in the form of a novel I wanted to lead the reader to a desire to read further to answer the questions presented. Again your thoughts are welcomed, drop me a line and let me know what you think. Also, let me know if this chapter would motivate you to want to read on if you picked up a book and read this as the first chapter. Thanks. Chapter I Barbra Jones grew up as the only child of loving parents in a rural setting outside Elkhart, Indiana. Both parents took stringent steps to ensure their daughter is afforded every opportunity for a distinguished life. Educated in the most prestigious parochial schools from preschool through high school, the focus of her life was on her becoming a well educated righteous and God fearing woman. From her earliest memory, her structured existence included church every Sunday and grace before every meal. Barbra's parents were both professionals, her father, Johnathon a prominent cardiologist and her mother, Marideth, a successful attorney. Other than a strong religious foundation, education became the second most crucial aspect of her being. By Barbra's junior year, the fruits of her parent's labors begin paying dividends when the academic scholarships started showing up in the mail. In early March Barbra received the scholarship offer the family waited on with nervous anticipation. The full ride academic scholarship from the University of Notre Dame is the crowning achievement in Barbra's young life. From the day this scholarship arrived the following five years is established. She would spend one more year ensuring her GPA remained high, and then she would move to South Bend to attend college. Time passed in a blur of activity for Barbra. She served as student body president her senior year. In April she learned she would be Valedictorian for her graduating class. With all her activities, her preparation for college, along with the swim team and debate club Barbra had no time for boys or any type of relationships outside her family. Every stage of Barbra's life passed with seamless ease. She barely noticed when childhood gave way to adolescence. Her next transition she expected to be just as smooth as all the others. At eighteen years old she's too busy to give much thought to what she's missed out on during each period of her life, or anticipate what she might face in the next. Barbra's existence was goal focused, give up the things most teenagers take for granite to reap more significant rewards later in life. On a warm April afternoon, Barbra arrived home after spending several hours in the library researching aspects of her graduation speech. On entering the kitchen, she found her mother placing the finishing touches on a sandwich tray. "This looks great mom, do you mind if I eat one, I'm starved." "Keep your hands out of there young lady, we're hosting card club tonight. But I could use a hand serving tonight if you would like to pitch in and help?" "Spending a night serving a group of old people isn't my idea of a good time Mom, no thanks." Marideth gave her daughter a knowing glance. "Speaking of tonight, what do you have planned honey?" "Nothing really, Beckey and I are going out with some girls from school. We will probably just hang out together having fun." "You aren't going to be with a bunch of boys are you?' Marideth asked. "Mother, you know full well that you keep me far too busy to spend time with boys." "There better not be. Barbra you're at the brink of seeing your goals come true, and you don't want to screw that up. Boys your age only want one thing, and that would only lead to problems at this point in your life." "Please Mother, I'm eighteen, and if I want to go out with a boy, I'm old enough to make my own choices." Merideth gave Barbra a hug and a peck on the cheek. "You have fun honey, you deserve a little fun and to reward you for all your hard work. Why don't we extend your curfew till one o'clock tonight. But remember, no boys and no drinking." "Thanks Mother, you're a real life saver, I would probably rape the first boy I met if every other word out of your mouth wasn't an admonishment to stay away from them. The fact that my next drink will be my first drink ever makes the drinking admonishment an eye-opening revelation also." Barbra knew that her extended curfew probably had more to do with the card club than any reward for her. This group became the only social outlet her parents participated in regularly. They had formed the club before Barbra was born and met once every month to play Pedro. Each month one of the eight couples would host the event in the setting of a potluck dinner, cocktails, and cards. Barbra had bid her mother goodnight and had opened the front door to leave as the first of the guests arrived. After giving Mr. and Mrs. Thorn a friendly peck in passing, Barbra made her way to her car. From the start, Barbra's night failed to proceed as she planned. When Barbra showed up to pick Beckey up, Beckey met her at the door with a sheepish expression. "I can't make it tonight Barbra. Bobby called and asked me out, and I couldn't tell him no. Please don't be mad, you're aware of how long I waited for him to work up the nerve to ask me out." "No problem, you two have fun, and I'll talk to you tomorrow. Be careful though" Barbra told her friend. Barbra drove to Bill's Drive-In, the local burger stand where all the kids from school hung-out on the weekends. Over the next couple of hours, friends would stop and chat before continuing on with their evening. Some invited her to one party or another, to which she politely declined. Barbra secretly longed for the normalcy of a teenager's life. Having a boyfriend, going on dates, and having things to do that weren't totally goal focused. She realized that in time she would be grateful for her parent's strict insistence on the regimental life she'd grown up experiencing. But this realization did little to improve the way she felt tonight. She understood the necessity to remain focused on her education instead of what all the other girls were enjoying. Barbra also realized how wrong it was engaging in sexual activities before marriage. But in all honesty if not for parental insistence she would enjoy exploring the same secret pleasures as those friends of hers would be experiencing tonight. It reached the point to where Barbra felt out of place. Everybody was doing their own thing, and she didn't fit in with those activities. Most of her friends were polite and spoke to her, but it is evident her attitude didn't conform with what they had in mind. By the time Barbra pulled out of Bill's she was depressed and feeling as low as she's experienced in years. Arriving home, Barbra is forced to park in the street due to the seven cars belonging to the members of the club parked in and around the driveway. After entering the house through the garage, Barbra came to the kitchen. While preparing a cup of tea, Barbra noted with disgust that it wasn't even ten o'clock yet. It occurred to her that In her effort to gain academic success she became one of the most boring girls in town. As Barbra left to inform her parents about her being home, she experienced a pang of embarrassment. The entire card club was about to learn how boring her life was. The sight she was met with when she turned from the hallway into the den sent Barbra into a state of shock. Her father was laying on his back on the floor naked with Mrs. Thorn straddling him. Barbra looked on in awe as her father's thick penis slid in and out of Mrs. Thorn. The truth was it was the only erect penis she had ever seen in person, but she had seen pictures, and he was by far more substantial than those. Instantly the thought which past through Barbra's mind was if her mother were to see him she is going to kill him. The longer Barbra stared into the room, the better her eyes became accustomed to the dim light. A low moan drew her attention from her father. It took a moment for everything to register. Her beautiful mother was standing sideways in front of her, bent over at the waist. The erotic beauty of her mother displayed as she was took Barbra's breath away and became the only aspect in the room she's able to focus on. After a few moments, the actions of the three became clear. All three were naked and sexually engaging with one another. In shocked disbelief, Barbra absorbed the image of the penis of the man other than her father sliding erotically in and out of her virtuous mother. With each of his thrusts, Barbra marveled at the sensual sway of her mother's breast. The fixated expression on her mother as she paid homage to the cock of the man standing before her. The way her mother would twist and stroke his erect manhood before taking it all the way inside her throat. Barbra found herself fixated on the exotic contortions of her mother's face as the man continued to fuck her from behind in slow deep rhythmic strokes. Barbra had never so much as seen her parents nude, and indeed never engaging in sex. Staring at her mother, the only thing she could think of was her mother was beautiful. Never had the thought of her mother as a sexual being crossed Barbra's mind, but watching her now, the way her breasts swayed every time he thrust his dick into her, her shapely body, creamy skin, her long legs, all formed one of the sexiest visions she had ever witnessed. And especially the way her mother's eyes closed as she slid her lips over his hard cock. Unable to help herself, Barbra was becoming aroused. Every member of the group of friends was engaged in some form of sex. Barbra never gave any thought to people of this age having sex, much less involved in an orgy. They all had to be almost forty if not older, and Barbra considered this type of activity something customary for young people, not for people her parent's age. Then, from out of nowhere, a woman squatted over her fathers face. She was undulating her vagina over his mouth as he appeared to be attempting to devour her. Her mother is now being held by her hips as the man behind her is forcefully slamming himself in and out of her pussy. The penis of the man before her mother is buried to the hilt in her mouth while his balls dangle under her chin. With a handful of hair on each side of her head, he's thrusting himself into her throat. Barbra looks on in amazement as her mother cups his testicles as she fucks his cock with her willing mouth. She hears him vulgarly telling her mother, "oh baby don't stop, keep doing it like that it feels so good, oh fuck I'm cumming baby. Oh, my God woman, swallow all my jizz, suck every drop of my cum from my cock like that. Oh god, Meridith, you're the best cock sucker I ever experienced." Several moments later her mother backed her head off the cock she brought to an orgasm. Instead of her being upset by the things this man told her, she appears pleased. As she looks up into his eyes, she runs her tongue over the tip of his manhood with a sexy smile. The man fucking her thrusts himself all the way inside her and begins to convulse in his own orgasm. Barbra slowly backed away, embarrassed and confused by what she had witnessed. She had not only seen her mother treated like a whore but also the amount of enjoyment received from being treated in that way. Her father was having sex with two women at the same time, and her mother didn't seem to mind at all. For the next hour, she sat curled up on her bed in a state of shock. Barbra rose from the bed as if having an out of body experience. Staring at her reflection in the mirror of her dresser she removes one article of clothing at a time until she's examining her naked image. In shock, Barbra realizes her body is a near mirror image of her mothers'. At five foot eight inches, she's tall. Her years on the swim team has molded her hundred and twenty pounds into a tight athletic body. The only detraction from the muscular form she strived for is her oversized breasts. The other aspect of the image she saw is the glimmering sheen on the inside of her thighs. What she saw tonight is wrong in every way, for her entire life she has been taught never to engage in this form of depravity. Yet her parents relished the acts they were involved in. The most confusing aspect for Barbra wasn't in the decadence they were engaged in, it was from how much seeing them in that way stimulated her. Incapable of removing the vision of her parents from her mind Barbra slid between her sheets naked. Unable to control the urge she slowly reached down and touched herself in a way she never had before. As her soft fingertip touched her clitoris, her young body experienced an almost electrical shock. The pleasure generated became more intense than any she's ever experienced. In mere moments, with her finger a blur over her clit, Barbra experienced her first orgasm. Barbra spent a restless night with the images of her parent's activities flowing through her dreams. She was awakened the following morning by a soft tapping on her door, "Barbra honey, breakfast is ready. Get up and come down to join us." The normalcy of her mother's voice is out of character to the woman she witnessed last night. "I'll be down in a minute Mom, let me get dressed." Barbra sat on the edge of the bed, shocked to find she was still naked. She waited while holding the sheet around her until she heard her mother walk away. She ran into her bathroom and jumped in the shower as she attempted to wash the filth she felt was caked on her body away. Barbra immediately flopped down in her chair when she arrived in the kitchen, not trusting her wobbling legs to maintain her weight. Her father was quietly reading the Sunday paper to her left. The visualization in Barbra's mind as she glanced at him was of his enormous erect penis pounding into Mrs. Thorn. Her mother said something which drew her attention, but Barbra had no idea what she said. Instead, as she glanced toward her mother the perception of her mother standing naked giving pleasure to two different men filled her mind. "Barbra, are you all right?" her mother asked in an authoritative tone. "I'm fine, why?" "Because I asked you three times if you want eggs and pancakes and you seemed to have been in a trance. Were you drinking last night Barbra?" her mother demanded. Her mother's accusation angered Barbra, how dare she conduct herself as a whore then accuse her of something of this nature, knowing she never misbehaved in her life. "Did you just accuse me of something you're fully aware of my never engaging in Mother? I find this the most insulting thing I ever experienced from you." The glare exchanged between mother and daughter conveyed a female level of communication only understood by women. Merideth's legs were suddenly too weak to maintain a standing position requiring her to grip the countertop to keep from slumping to the floor. With a wide-eyed expression of shock, she stared into Barbra's accusatory eyes and suddenly realized Barbra knew her secret. Unaware of what to do or say Merideth stared pleadingly into her daughter's knowing stare. As Merideth took a tentative step toward Barbra, her daughter sprang from her chair and rushed from the room. Once in her room tears of frustration flowed down Barbra's cheeks. She found herself more confused than either hurt or mad. Barbra isn't even disappointed in her parents. She didn't understand why they would portray something which apparently brought them a great deal of pleasure as something so evil. Her entire life Barbra had been taught the evils of sex and how it was morally wrong to engage in out of wedlock. Yet this message was not the values maintained by them. With the truths of her existence now in question, Barbra was mentally lost. A soft knock on her bedroom door brought her mind back to the present. "Barbra, it's Mom, may I come in please?" When Barbra failed to answer Merideth slowly opened the door. Seeing Barbra's emotional state, Merideth closed the door behind her before sitting on the bed beside Barbra. Mother and daughter sat together in awkward silence for several moments. "What's the matter honey, did something happen last night to upset you? Is it something you would like to discuss or something I might be able to help with?" Barbra has so many questions she had no idea where to start. In the confused state she was in she knew she' was in no condition to approach any of this. "Yes Mother something upset me, and no, I don't want to talk about it right now. Maybe later, but I don't know if I'll ever be at a place in my mind which would allow me to speak about this." Marideth stared at her daughter with pain-filled eyes for a long moment. "Barbra you can talk to me about anything without fear of my reaction. If somebody hurt you, tell me about it, I want to provide you with any help I can." "Really Mother, your reaction isn't all that important to me any longer. My problem is I'm not sure I'm ready to hear any more of your lies. You lied to me about everything, and what bothers me is I believed everything you told me." "Barbra how dare you to call me a liar, what's gotten into you?" her mother demanded. "You can rest assured Mother whatever it is, it damn well wasn't two dicks at the same time!" Barbra shouted. "Don't be rude, young lady, you're speaking to your mother." "I'm well aware of who I'm talking to Mother, and I'm also aware that you and dad have been fucking lying to me for my entire life!" Barbra exclaimed. "Barbra Jean, watch your language. I will not have that vulgarity used in my home." "I'm sorry Mother, I didn't think a woman who takes care of men two at a time would be so offended by my language" Barbra replied sarcastically. "Barbra, what are you talking about?" "Oh give it up Mother. I came into the den last night to say goodnight and found you being fucked by one man while giving a blow job to another. So you can stop being the hypocrite you've always been and start being honest with me. Is there anything you told me factual or have you lied to me about everything in life?" Merideth placed her head in her hands concealing her face. "Let me get your father, I think he needs to be included in this conversation." "That's up to you, but I don't need for him to explain how much he enjoyed fucking Mrs. Thorn. I think if you insist on having a conversation with me you might as well cover the things I should be aware of before I explore the attraction of this activity for myself." "Slow down honey, let's talk about this before you go off and do something you'll regret later. First of all, you're far too young to be engaging in sex. So it isn't necessary for you to be in a rush to start down that road" her mother told her. "Isn't that a little hypocritical Mother? I'm not sure when you and Dad first started this group of yours, but I know you mentioned it was before I was born. Being you had me before your twentieth birthday, and I assume you didn't get pregnant the first time you and Daddy did it. I presume you started having sex when you were my age if not younger." "Honey I'm so sorry," her mother said, "I never meant to embarrass you. I promise you we will never do anything like this again. Please tell me what I can do to make amends to you for the pain and confusion we've caused." "Give it a rest Mother. If you would like to make it up to me, then start being honest with me. Both of you are good hard working people who gave me everything in life except for the truth. I don't believe either of you would engage in anything which is wrong. You're involved in something the two of you have enjoyed for the past twenty years. The only question I can come up with is why you both lied to me about this the entire time. If this behavior is alright for the two of you, then it should be good enough for me, being I'm no longer a child." Meridith worked herself into a state of near hyperventilation. "Barbra are you saying, I mean do you mean, oh my God, do you want us to allow you to join us in this? You didn't really mean that did you honey?" "Why not Mother? I've seen how much the two of you enjoy this activity. I couldn't think of a more enjoyable or safer way to be educated in becoming a sexually active adult. Of course, if you're not interested, I guess I can always go out on my own and find somebody to teach me all I need to know." Merideth's face turned ashen as she stared at her daughter with a confused expression. After several moments of silence, she rose from the bed and opened the door. "John, John, would you please come here." Johnathon stuck his head into the hallway from the den, "What do you need honey?" "John I wouldn't have asked you to come up here if I didn't need you up here, now will you leave that damned game so we can get your input on this!" Merideth demanded. John begrudgingly left his game and came into his daughter's room. "OK Merideth, I'm here. Now, what the hell is so important it couldn't have waited until after the game?" "John, Barbra knows everything." "Everything about what Merideth, what are you rambling about? What does she know about?" Barbra interjected herself into the conversation. "I know you enjoyed fucking Mrs. Thorn, and the other woman seemed thrilled with your oral skills. I also know how much pleasure mother received from taking care of their husbands while you were seeing to their wives' desires. From the joy I observed from both of you, it was obvious the lies you been teaching me of a chaste life don't apply to the two of you." "Barbra I'm sorry you saw what you did last night, this isn't what you think it was though. It was just that things got carried away and went too far. I can assure you it will never happen again" John explained. "Daddy this has been going on since before I was born, and it's definitely something the two of you enjoy. I'm not asking the two of you to give up anything which brings you pleasure. What I'm asking is for you to explain the truth about all of this, and allow me the same pleasures the two of you find so much joy in now that I'm an adult." "Barbra I know this must have shocked you and you haven't had time to think this through yet. Once you do, you'll understand you're too young to engage in something like this," John explained. "I think what we all should do is to pray for guidance while your mother and I make amends for the sins we've committed." "Daddy you can do whatever you want to. You can ask God for the forgiveness of your sins over the last twenty years, you can claim I'm not old enough for the things you and mom enjoy and have enjoyed since you were my age, or you can help me understand the attraction of this. It doesn't matter what you decide to do I'm going to be exploring this one way or another. You can provide me with guidance, or I'll find somebody else who will explain these things to me. You need to understand that I'm going to be a woman in all sense of the word before I graduate." Johnathon stared at his daughter in bewilderment. His mind felt as if it was frozen as no course of action came forth. "Barbra, I need a drink. After that, your mother and I should have a conversation before this goes any further. Would you mind giving us a little privacy for a few minutes and I promise you we'll continue this conversation then." "Go ahead Daddy, have your little chat while I get myself together. I will meet you both in an hour if that would be alright with you." Johnathon and Merideth glanced at each other as they walked down the stairs. After fixing them both a stiff drink, they continued to stare at one another with neither able to come up with a solution to the problem they knew they needed to find an answer to. Exactly one hour later Johnathon was on his second scotch when Barbra walked into the den. Johnathon looked at her in a state of confusion as she entered the room. Her hair was styled as if planning on going out, she had applied a slight accent of make-up, and was in a pair of five-inch heels. Other than that she was wearing a white terrycloth robe. "I took a shower and feel much better now, I hope both of you have had a chance to come to grips with this." "Barbra, I can understand how you must feel about this revelation. Your mother and I are at a loss as to how to express how sorry and remorseful we are to put you through this. We will do whatever it takes to prove to you we both love you and will do anything to make amends to you. Your request for us to explain this activity to you, however, is something you're too young to understand right now." Barbra looked somberly at her father as she nodded her head in silent thought. Slowly she rose from her chair as she took a couple of steps toward the door. "Daddy, would you and mother mind honestly answering just one question for me?" "If we can, we'll answer anything on your mind. What is it?" Barbra paused for a moment before turning to face them both. As she did, she parted the robe and placed her lushes naked body on full display for both of them. "Do you honestly think this is the body of a woman who isn't old enough or mature enough for the secrets of sexual fulfillment? Or would have any trouble finding somebody willing to teach her those secrets?" Johnathon stared in shocked disbelief at the mirror image of a body he had fallen in love with twenty years prior. With the clinical efficiency of a medical exam, he studied every curve and dimple. With a satisfied smile, Barbra closed her robe. Staring directly at her father's crotch, "If that's any indication of the response I can expect I don't think I'll have any problem finding the help needed to learn the things I want to know." As Barbra exited the den Johnathon absently glanced down toward his crotch to discover he was fully erect. As he attempted to conceal his reaction to seeing his daughter's display, he glanced at his wife. "Merideth, we've got a big problem with your daughter, and you need to come up with a way to rectify it." "Johnathon, she's our daughter, not just mine." "No, my daughter is an honor student on her way to Notre Dame. Your daughter is about to fuck all that up, now do something about it before it’s too late."