She wouldn't meet my eyes as I set her breakfast down in front of her and I couldn't say that I blamed her. There was no excuse for what I had been doing to her over the past week and I truth I probably should be castrated and then horse whipped for what I had done to her the night before. I knew why I had done it, but that didn't excuse it. She had done nothing to deserve what I'd done to her. Her only sin is that she looked like her mother.

My marriage to Mary Beth lasted a little over fifteen years. It probably wouldn't have lasted that long if I'd been a little more observant, a little smarter or a bit of both. From what I found out later Mary Beth had been fucking other men behind my back for years. I must have been blind not to see the signs or if I did see them I was too stupid to understand what I saw. I might never have found out except for a freak occurrence.

I am a plumber by trade and I had just finished fixing a customer's leaky toilet and I called in to the office to see if they had anything else for me and they dispatched me to a home over on Campbell. The homeowner had called in that water was leaking out of the side of his house. I drove over and the man walked me around to the side of his house and I saw that the back flow prevention valve was leaking. It had a blown diaphragm and I had one on the truck so it was going to be a quick and easy fix.

There was a six foot privacy fence between the house where I was working and the house next door and it sounded like there were a couple of people next door having fun in a swimming pool. I remember thinking that it must be nice to be able to play during the day instead of working. I had just finished putting the valve back together and was leak checking it when I heard a woman say:

"You know I adore your cock Ralph, are you ready to fuck me yet?"

Damn, I thought, if I didn't know better I'd have said that was my wife Mary Beth. It sounded just like her.

A man's voice said, "I'm ready Mary Beth. Where do you want it?"

"In my ass this time lover, deep in my ass."

It sounded like Mary Beth and he had called her Mary Beth. I looked around and saw a lawn chair and I picked it up, brought it over to the fence, stepped up on it and looked over into the neighbor's back yard. A man was standing in a Jacuzzi and a woman was kneeling on the edge, huge tits swaying as they hung down, and the man was working his cock into the woman's ass. The woman was my wife.

"You cocksucker!" I screamed as I clambered to get over the fence, "I'll kill you you miserable motherfucker."

Mary Beth heard my scream and her head jerked in my direction and she saw me coming over the fence and she screamed "Oh my God, it's my husband" as she tried to scramble away from the man who was holding onto her hips. The man looked over and saw me coming. He let go of Mary Beth, got out of the Jacuzzi and ran for the house. He got inside, closed the door and locked it before I could get to him.

I was jerking on the doorknob and screaming at him and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mary Beth trying to cover her nakedness with her hands and trying to find a place to hide in an empty backyard. I fought to get myself under control, sent a murderous glance at Mary Beth and then left the yard before I did something that would have put me in jail for the rest of my life.

I finished the job on the back flow valve, drove my truck back to the shop and then headed for a bar. When I got home that night at ten I found that Mary Beth had moved out. Her clothes were gone from the closet, all her stuff was gone from the bathroom and she had even gotten her dirty clothes from the hamper in the laundry room. All she left behind were memories... and our fourteen year old daughter. I hadn't seen or heard from her since and after one year I divorced her for desertion.

I wasn't prepared to be the single father of a teenaged daughter and, sorry to say, I wasn't a very good one. I was full of rage, feeling sorry for myself and feeling fucked over. I drank more than was good for me and I didn't pay a whole lot of attention to Sherry. I could barely stand to even look at her. She was the spitting image of Mary Beth. Both were five foot two, had red hair and green eyes. The only difference between the two was in weight and tit size. And it was the tit size that kept them from weighing the same. Mary Beth had 40 Ds and Shelly, even at fifteen going on sixteen had a firm pair that stretched the tape at 38DD. Every time I saw her I saw Mary Beth on the edge of that hot tub and I heard the words:

"You know I adore your cock Ralph, are you ready to fuck me yet?"

I couldn't bear to be around Sherry and as a result she didn't get the firm hand she needed. She went where she wanted, she did what she wanted when she wanted because she saw that I didn't care and that I would let her get away with it. It was one week before Sherry's sixteenth birthday when it all went to hell.

My truck broke down and was towed to the shop we used for company vehicles so I got off work early. I walked into the house and found Sherry on the couch with some boy and he had her blouse off, her bra was hanging from her shoulders and he was sucking on her right tit. Her tit looked almost as big as his head. Her panties were lying on the floor and he had one hand up under her skirt playing with her pussy. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back and there was a smile on her face. When I saw that something snapped in my head. It was the same look I'd seen on Mary Beth's face as Ralph slid his cock into her ass.

"You worthless whore!" I shouted as I stormed into the room. The boy jerked his mouth away from Sherry's tit, looked and saw me and he jumped of the couch and ran for the door. My attention wasn't on him, it was on Sherry. Only it wasn't Sherry that I was seeing, it was Mary Beth. She tried to cover herself up as I advanced toward her ranting and raving.

"Whore! Unfaithful cunt! Worthless fucking slut!"

I grabbed her hands away from trying to cover her tits. I ripped her blouse off of her and grabbed her bra between the cups and jerked and it slid down her arms. Her face was pale as she stared at me.

"Cheating bitch! Faithless slut" I spit at her as I pulled her up off the couch. I unzipped as I drug her around behind the couch, bent her forward over the back and pushed her skirt up to her waist. Sherry misread what was happening and I heard her words as I pushed her legs apart.

"Please don't spank me" she cried, "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again, just don't spank me."

Spank? Stupid cunt! You don't spank cheating whores, you either throw their asses out on the street or you treat them like the whores they are. I put the head of my cock against her faithless hole, took a firm grip on her hips and then I rammed my cock into her. She was tight and there was some resistance, she screamed and I felt something give and I grinned to myself as I pushed my cock into her cheating hole. Suffer you fucking whore, suffer, I thought and then making her suffer took a back seat to my getting myself off in her worthless cunt.

Her cunt was tight around my cock and I wondered why with all the whoring around she did it wasn't looser. She was moaning and to me the moans sounded like moans of pleasure and I didn't want that. I wanted to punish the fucking whore, not give her pleasure. I started ramming my cock into her as hard as I could. As I approached my climax some of what she was moaning started to filter through to me.

"Please daddy, please. It hurts daddy, it hurts."

Daddy? That was never one of Mary Beth's pet names for me. Is that what she called Ralph or one of her other lovers? No matter, she said the magic words — "It hurts" — and I blew my nuts into the whore. I was smiling when I pulled out of her and I reached down and grabbed a handful of her skirt to wipe the slime and the blood of off my... blood? I stood there looking at the blood on my cock and wondering, "What the fuck?" when Mary Beth moaned again:

"That hurt daddy."

My rage had finally subsided enough that her words got through to me and I finally realized that it wasn't Mary Beth that I had just fucked, it was my fifteen year old daughter. And it looked like I had just taken her virginity.

"It hurt daddy, why did you do that?"

I didn't know what was wrong with me. I should have been disgusted with myself. I should have been on my knees begging Sherry to forgive me. Hell, I should have been doing my best to buy her silence. "Want a new car? Just don't tell on daddy, okay?" But that isn't what happened. Thoughts of Mary Beth and Sherry merged in my mind. Mary Beth on the edge of the Jacuzzi taking a cock up her ass, Sherry on the couch with her head thrown back in rapture as some boy finger fucked her and sucked on her tits — sluts! — the both of them, just fucking sluts!

"Why daddy, why?"

"Because you are a little fucking whore, that's why. Like mother, like daughter and whores need to be treated like whores. Now get your ass upstairs and get yourself cleaned up. When you've done that get back down here and make sure there are no blood stains on the couch or floor. If there are, clean them up."

Sherry hurried away to do what she had been told to do and I went out into the kitchen and got myself a beer. I sat down at the kitchen table and as I sipped the beer I started to rationalize what had just happened. I had seen Sherry on the couch and it was obvious to me that she was just as big a slut as her mother. Two of a kind they were. Sherry had gotten what she deserved. Maybe being treated like a whore would make her think twice about continuing to be one as she grew older. Yeah, that was it. Make sure that the little slut got a taste of how whores were treated and that might straighten her out.

By the end of the second beer I had done a 180. She was young and she didn't know any better. She was just experimenting like all teenagers do. That was no way for her to lose her virginity, it might scar her for life. She could go through life thinking that sex was something horrible and should be avoided.

Oh Christ, why had I done it? What had happened to me? Why had I lost it? How could I ever make it up to her? My head was a fucked up mess as I made us dinner. When it was done I called her and she said she wasn't hungry. I knew that what she meant was that she didn't want to see me and I couldn't blame her. I ate, put the leftovers in the fridge and grabbed another beer. Three beers later I had convinced myself that I knew the way to erase the trauma of Sherry's losing her cherry. I'd show her how enjoyable sex could really be.

I washed and put away the dinner dishes and then I went upstairs. I opened the door to Sherry's room and saw her lying on her bed in a T-shirt and panties and staring up at the ceiling. She glanced my way when she heard the door open and then she turned her head away. I had intended to get down on my knees and beg Sherry for forgiveness, but that all changed in a heartbeat when Sherry turned her head away. It was the same dismissive head shrug that Mary Beth had used when saying no when I wanted to make love and she didn't. It infuriated me. Where did the little whore get off acting like her mother to me? Well fuck that shit!

I walked over and got on the bed, grabbed her panties and pulled them off of her. Looking back I honestly believe that if Sherry had done something forceful at that point I would have stopped. Had she screamed, "No daddy, no!" or at least put up some sort of resistance I would have backed off, but she didn't. She just laid there and kept her head turned away from me - another one of her mother's infuriating habits; acting disinterested when I pushed for sex and she didn't feel like it, but didn't want to argue. No matter, I knew what buttons to push to bring Mary Beth around.

I slid my hand down her smooth belly to her pussy and began rubbing it. After a bit I slid a finger into the folds and began working it and then I added a second finger and then a third. I found her little nubbin and I rubbed it and I felt a tremor move through her body. Her head was still turned away, but she was breathing just a little bit heavier. I spent another minute fingering her and there was no resistance when I pushed her legs apart. My cock sliced into her steaming box. She arched up from the bed as if she had received an electric shock. I drove into her; she'd had her release and now it was time for mine.

There was no love or tenderness involved. In my mind she was Mary Beth and all I cared about was punishing the whore and getting myself off. There was no finesse, just a hard driving cock and my mind was so full of images of Mary Beth at the fucking hot tub that I don't know if Sherry got off a second time or not, but I got off and that was all that mattered to me. I spilled my seed in her, got off the bed and went to take a shower.

The next morning Sherry stayed in her room until after I'd gone to work. Around ten I received a call on my cell phone from Tom Barton asking me if I was free for lunch. We agreed to meet at Evangeline's at noon. Tom was a very old friend, actually he was a close to being a best friend as I'd ever come to having one. A few years back he had taken a job that required that he relocate and I hadn't seen him in quite some time.

It was a leisurely lunch and we played catch up. As dessert was being placed in front of us he said:

"I heard that you and Mary Beth split up."

"We did, a little over a year ago."

"I heard it was because you caught her cheating on you."

"Red handed, in the act."

"I'm glad."

"You are glad?"

"Yes glad. You were too nice a guy and what she was doing to you was a shame."

"You knew?"

"Yeah, I knew."

"Why the hell didn't you tell me?"

"And risk a friendship?"

"A real friend would have told me."

"No a real friend wouldn't, not if he wanted to stay a friend. You loved the stupid whore and you would have gone into denial and you know what happened to the messengers who brought bad news in olden times — they got killed. That's where the phrase "killing the messenger" got started. If I'd have told you about all she had been doing you would have avoided me from then on and you know it."

"I still wish someone would have come forward and told me what was going on."

"I almost got to where I was going to tell you. What almost made me do it was what happened at your tenth anniversary party. I followed her when she went out to Herb Olson's van and I peeked inside and saw her doing Herb, Bob Tolson and John Preston. I wasn't as sneaky as I thought and she looked up and saw me. The bitch actually winked at me. Later, after she came back in to the party she came up to me and asked me if I liked what I saw and would I like a taste. I had almost talked myself into telling you and then the job came up, I got busy planning the move so I let it go."

I didn't feel like going back to work after Tom left so I called the office and told them that I was going home sick. At home I got out a beer and sat at the kitchen table and fumed. Olson, Tolson and Preston, three men who were supposed to be my friends. I had another beer and stewed over it some more. Olson, Herb fucking Olson, my buddy, my friend, the same goddamned Herb Olson who golfed with me damned near every fucking weekend. Fucking Herb and that goddamned whore Mary Beth.

I was on my fifth or sixth beer when I saw a car pull up outside. It was some guy bringing Sherry home from school. I sat there and pulled on my beer and watched as the two of them talked. Then they moved closer to each other and a minute later they were necking. From my vantage point I couldn't see it, but I knew his hands were up under her sweater and he was playing with her tits. I could just imagine her hand pulling down his zipper and taking out his cock. There! That arm movement of hers! The little whore was jacking him off in broad daylight right in front of the house.

Were the neighbors looking out their windows and watching? The same neighbors who no doubt watched a steady parade of men walk up my front walk and enter my house to fuck my wife while I was at work? The same neighbors who probably laughed at the dumb cuckold when he came home from work every night?

I watched her and the boy and my rage built. The little fucking whore was as big a slut as her mother. I got up to get myself another beer. I was standing there looking into the fridge when I heard the front door open and then close and then I heard the little slut head up the steps for her room.

"Stupid whores" I muttered to myself, "What the hell did I ever do to deserve being saddled with fucking sluts. If they want to be sluts, then by God they should be treated like sluts."

I put my beer down and headed for the stairs. When I opened the door to her room I saw that she was changing out of her school clothes. She was down to her panties and bra and was digging through her dresser for something to put on.

"Don't bother" I snarled at her, "You are already over dressed for what we are going to do. Get those panties off."

She looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights of a car might and she looked away from me as she pushed her panties down her legs.

"Now the bra" I said and she took it off and when she dropped it on the floor I said, "Get over on the bed and get on your hands and knees."

She did as she was told and I unzipped and moved behind her. I shoved my thumb in her cunt and worked it around a little to loosen her up a little and then I pushed my cock into her. She gave a little grunt as I entered her and then I started ramming her as hard as I could. I gripped her hips and I plowed into her and I have no idea if she responded or not. I wasn't there. I was at 411 Campbell Street looking over the fence at Mary Beth taking a cock up her ass. The scene played and replayed itself over and over in my head and when I was ready to cum I thrust hard into her and blew my wad. When my cock was soft I pulled out of her cunt and left the room.

I sat in the dark living room pulling on a beer and staring at the wall. I sat there wondering what was wrong with me. What had I done, or failed to do, that caused Mary Beth to be a pin cushion for my so called friends and anyone else who wanted a piece. I didn't think we had a bad love life. We made love three or four times a week and I almost always brought her to an orgasm. At least I always thought I did, but after seeing "When Harry Met Sally" I'm not really sure any more. We argued some, but I was never violent; I had never raised my hand to her no matter what the provocation. We weren't rich, but I did make a good living and Mary Beth had seemed to be happy with what she had. I guess I must have been looking at our marriage with rose colored glasses. The phone rang and I answered it and it was Herb Olson.

"Yeah Herb, what do you want?" I snarled into the mouthpiece.

"Just calling to confirm our nine o'clock tee time for Sunday."

"I don't know Herb. How many holes do you think you can play with a nine iron buried in your forehead?"

"What?"

"I just found out about you and Mary Beth asshole and I don't think it would be a real good idea for the two of us to ever get together again. You would end up dead and I'd end up in jail."

I slammed the phone down and the rage started building all over again. Olson, Preston and Tolson. God damn them! I wondered how many other so-called friends had been putting the blocks to Mary Beth and then smiling at me. Christ! It could be everyone I know and I'd never know it. Maybe what I needed to do was pack up and move, get a fresh start some place else where no one knew me. No, I couldn't do that. My job was too good and the house almost paid for. Besides, I'd look like I was running away with my tail between my legs. I had too much pride to do that.

I finished my beer and went into the kitchen and rinsed out my glass and put it in the dishwasher. Sherry hadn't eaten dinner again and I was going to have to do something about that. She had to eat and if she wasn't going to eat with me I'd give her some money so she could stop somewhere on her way home from school. I opened the door to her room and saw her lying on the bed in the same T-shirt and panties she had been wearing earlier. When she saw me she turned her head and then surprised the hell out of me. She slid her panties off and got up on her hands and knees. The little whore wanted more cock!

Where the hell had I gone wrong in raising her? Or did I have anything to do with it? Was there such a thing as a slut gene? Did Mary Beth have one and did she pass it on to Sherry? I didn't know about that, but I did know about the hard cock I had from seeing what she was presenting. I was hard, but the rage was gone and I was seeing Sherry and not Mary Beth. Still, I was hard and she was a whore. I stripped off my clothes and got on the bed with her. I pushed her over on her back, pushed her legs apart and looked down at her. She had her head turned away and her eyes were closed. Well I'd get them open soon enough I thought.

I pulled the lips of her cunt apart and I slid down and pushed my tongue into her cunt. I ran my tongue lightly around her hole and then I began sucking and nibbling on her pussy. Sherry's clit was a half inch long and it looked like a little cock. I took it in my mouth and sucked on it and was rewarded with a low moans and sighs. I slid a finger in her and almost imperceptibly her hips rose. Sherry moaned and her hands grabbed the back of my head and she pulled down while at the same time pushing her hips up at me hard.