Sorry for the delay on this one.
Part Twelve
At Home:
"Hey, everybody," Slutfucker typed. "We've got Cockwhore Junior on the line here."
"We've heard a bit about you, Junior," someone else put. "But not as much as we have about your mum and sister. And we haven't seen what you look like, though we've seen plenty of pictures of those two cum sluts."
Steve licked his lips. "I fingered my mum's hairy cunt last night," he typed.
"Did you now?" Slutfucker typed. "Tell us all about it, Junior. And turn on your cam while you're about it so we can get a good look at you."
Without thinking, he logged in the cam that sat on top of the computer.
"Very nice," Slutfucker commented. "Very pretty. You naked, Junior?"
"No, not quite," he replied.
"So stand up and let us have a peek."
Nervously he stood, revealing his slim young body and then Dawn's panties cupping his balls. His now erect cock poking over the top.
"The apple hasn't fallen far from the tree there," someone typed.
"No," agreed Slutfucker. "He's the image of his sissy daddy. We've got a new pansy to play with, fellas. Fresh meat."
Steve sat down abruptly. "I'm not like that," he typed.
"Yes, you are, bitch," Slutfucker replied. "And you're ours. Tell us how you felt up your mummy's cunt, and then we'll play with you a while."
Steve pushed the mouse cursor up to the exit button, and then hesitated. He wasn't like that, he knew it. But he was feeling some very strange things at the way Slutfucker was treating him, and his cock was hard as rock
Taking his hand off the mouse, he started to type.
At the gymn:
The sweat was pouring off Claire, making the too-small leotard even more clingy and transparent. Samantha had insisted she go on one strenuous piece of equipment after the other without a break, and by the time she had completed an hour of heavy work-out she felt she might as well not wearing anything at all. And it had been noticed, and she had noted the notice with a perverse sort of pride underlying the extreme humiliation she had felt throughout. Most of the women she knew here had been cutting her dead as she had made the circuit, but a few, surprising some of them, had actually shown more interest in her than usual. The interest of the men, though, had been constant and increasingly not hidden from her. Samantha had moved amongst them as they watched her, a word here and a word there. Her words had often been met with laughter, a sly sexual kind of laughter that had Claire blushing to the roots of her hair.
When Samantha had finally allowed her to stop, she figured she might as well have been wearing nothing at all the leotard was so tight and see-through. Walking out towards the changing rooms she felt every eye on her, taking in every revealing glimpse. Some watched disgusted, and her stomach churned at the thought of many of those being people who knew her. Others, the interest was very different. She reached back to try to pull the thin strand of material from out of her crack to try vainly to cover more of her arse cheeks, but realised that was only bringing attention to it.
She had almost reached the safety of the changing room door when a figure reared up in front of her. She recognised Amanda, leading light of Claire's bridge and amateur dramatic clubs. Large and overbearing, Amanda was a woman in her late sixties whose word was law in Claire's social circle.
"You are full of surprises, Claire," Amanda said coldly, looking her up and down.
"I'm sorry, Amanda," Claire blurted out. "It's my sister's. Mine was.was.was in the wash."
Amanda glanced over Claire's shoulder at Samantha, and gave her a brief nod, "Indeed" she said. "Looks like that one will need a wash too after you get it off. It's quite drenched. Particularly down below, but I do believe that isn't all perspiration."
She bent over slightly and reached down to smooth the sodden material of the leotard where it had ridden up around her crotch. Claire felt a finger brushing her pussy lips under the material.
"Give me a ring later," Amanda said, straightening. "here we all were thinking you were so strait-laced, but obviously not."
Amanda left them, and Claire looked back to see her sister grinning.
"You're not the only one full of surprises," Samantha said. "Who would have thought it?"
They continued on into the changing room and Claire stopped short at the door at the sight that met here eyes. Kay was on the bench, naked from the waist down, with Dawn on her knees between her legs. Her face was buried in Kay's crotch.
Kay looked up at her and smiled lazily. "Your lovely daughter is obliging me by giving my cunt a good licking, Claire," she said. "She's not bad. Come and have a closer look."