18 Years

Jill's life had become everything she'd ever wanted. She was 44 years old and had transformed into a very handsome woman. She still had her curly black hair, now with a few streaks of grey here and there. Her body was fit, fitter than when she was in her twenties, with a little hint of six-pack that she'd developed from working out. As she got older she realized she had to work out, to stay fit for her men.

And were there men Jill had fucked over ten thousand of them, each one seemingly better than the last. Of course there had been the orgies, so many orgies. But there were also the standout individuals. There was James #109 who had tied her up to the hood of his car and fucked her out in the open. There was Martin # 178 who had insisted she tie him up and smack him around. There was Carl #202 who pegged her on the leg of an upside down stool. There was Lucious who put her on a leash and lead her to a tattoo parlor where he insisted she get a tattoo that read "Slut Life." She had it put on her inner right thigh, hidden, just like all of her naughty exploits.

Jill had managed to keep the secret that was her unending lust hidden for all these years. And for good reason. That reason was now sitting in front of Jill in a t-shirt and pajama pants, waiting for something that had been promised her. Kylie Steinberg was a thin, petite girl. She had curly black hair thanks to her mother and caramel colored skin, dotted with freckles thanks to her father. Five minutes ago, at the stroke of midnight, she'd turned eighteen years old. And all her life Jill had told her that on her eighteenth birthday she'd tell her about her father.

Jill knew she had to come clean and give her daughter the dirty details. "Okay hon, here's the truth." Jill started. "I don't know who your father is, but I can narrow it down to about three hundred and fifty men."

Kylie frowned. This didn't make any sense to her. Or she didn't know how to believe it.

Jill continued. She told her daughter the story of the assignment and the first orgy and the second and how it transformed her into a new person... a person that excited her. She told her about Theo and the other orgies, not sparing any detail.

Kylie shuffled uncomfortably when she heard her mother say things like, "You really can't imagine how amazing it is to be filled with cocks." or "The most important thing in my life, hon is you. The second will always be fucking as many men as possible." or at the revelation that, "I've had sex with every man you've known. All your teachers. All our neighbors. Your uncle Arthur... everyone."

It was a lot for Kylie to take in. Her mom's tales went on so long, after a while they stopped worrying her, stopped scaring her, and she accepted the reality. This was her mom, and she loved her mom. And if this was the type of person her mother was, than maybe it was the type of person she should be too.

Still, she had one question she needed to clarify. "So I'll never know who my dad is?" She asked with a frown.

And Jill tried not to frown back, "No.... but..." Kylie perked up to listen to her mother. Jill went on. "I've been in touch with Theo all these years and I've asked him to put together a group of men for you tomorrow. Of course they won't all be from that time eighteen years ago. But some of them will."

Kylie didn't understand at first. Then it started to dawn on her. "A group of men?" her mom nodded. "Tomorrow?" her mom nodded. "This is... this is for sex?" her mom nodded.

"For your birthday, the best gift I could think of, was to give you the greatest experience I've ever had." Jill said proudly.

"And one of them might be my dad." Kylie asked, making sure she understood. Her mother nodded. "You... you want me to have sex with my dad for my birthday?" Kylie's voice trembled a bit.

"And at least a hundred other men." Jill answered. "Are you ready for that?"