Sara Connely had a terrible time adjusting to her oldest daughter's rapes, especially when she had to treat her daughter's rapist as a guest in their house, a guest that never left.
Barney had his own place, a small trailer on Stewart's used car lot, but he only slept there on occasion. Most of the time, he crashed where he was, and he was mostly parked in front of the Connely TV with a beer in his hand.
Stewart and Barney were buddies since grade school and went off to war together, WWII, saved each other's lives every other day to hear them tell it. Barney was Stewart's best man at the wedding, kissed the bride, slipped her the tongue, and wouldn't stop slipping her the tongue while crudely groping her ass, which ruined the wedding but cracked Stewart up.
It was on the island of Tarawa in the South Pacific shortly after receiving word that he was recommended for the Sliver Star that Stewart told Barney of his plan to return home and marry a good, wholesome girl with a body like the broads painted on the sides of B-24 bombers, then turn her into a whore and share her with his buddies. Barney said he'd be his best man and his best buddy.
Sara Finney was that girl, fresh out of high school, swept off her feet by the handsome hero. She not only had a bomber class body and was as wholesome as they come, she was smart and pretty besides. She was an exceptional beauty--a blond-haired, blue-eyed, living doll--virgin in every hole. They fell in love in a whirlwind romance and married three months later. Barney reminded Stewart of Tarawa, but Stewart never forgot. They were buddies.
Barney was the burden she bore, but she bore the burden as best she could because she knew before she married Stewart that he and Barney were joined at the hip. Barney even went on the honeymoon with them and ruined that.
Barney was everything Sara detested in men. He was rude, crude, childish, vulgar, grabby, insensitive, insulting, short, ugly, repulsive, dumb, uneducated, mean when drunk, and had no respect for women or the institution of marriage. Human females were all cunts to Barney, because he couldn't spell whore.
He did have a certain bad boy charm to him, and he was very proud of his big dick, a dick twice as big as Stewart's meager five inches, and there were times in certain moods when Sara could appreciate those qualities, like on the honeymoon, but she never ever let that show except during the act itself.
Stewart was not possessive when it came to Barney. He shared everything, including his wife. He'd even hold her down. He had to hold her or tie her. Sara would fight like a banshee if he didn't, but if properly secured, she'd take her screwing and succumb to the automatic pleasure responses a woman had no choice but to respond to when forced to accept a mating from a stud with a big dick.
Both men firmly believed that crap, so Sara let them keep on believing that crap, even when she was not in the mood and hated every deep penetrating stroke, she responded and faked orgasms, always several just to keep reinforcing the notion for those times when she was in the mood and being able to go wild under that big-dicked bad boy was just what the doctor ordered.
Sara soon discovered that she needed both men in her life to have a full and satisfying sex life. Stewart was great as a lover, and made love sweetly. She needed that. He took his time, kissed long and everywhere, a master at foreplay, and the fucking when it came was short and sweet, often inducing an orgasm that was a slow roller, sometimes not, but that didn't matter. He always left her feeling good, loved, needed, appreciated, a woman, his wife.
But then she also needed a good fucking with no foreplay, no tenderness, a rough, hard, cunt-pounding, clit-ripping, animalistic rut with a cock that took out all the wrinkles in her young vagina and flooded her with the essence of a man, leaving her feeling well-fucked, gooey, runny, messy, feeling like a bred broad, a dicked dame, a well-fucked cunt. Barney eased tension.
Barney always had to take it and always needed Stewart's help. He tried to take it without help and got hurt. He almost lost an eye and he never forgot the knee to the balls that left him in bed for three days. With Stewart assisting she was easy. Sara would never kick or scratch Stewart, and once he had her in a good hold, she'd cease her struggles. Once Barney got his cock all the way in and worked up her juices, she didn't need to be held, and once he got going good, she'd fuck back, and when she needed her orgasm he could hold still and she'd fuck herself, and that always cracked them up watching Sara fuck herself on Barney's dick like a slut--moaning, groaning, begging for his sperm.
This was always what they were after, reducing her to a blubbering slut. That was another notion they had: that all women have a raging slut in them that a man with a large cock could bring out. She reinforced this notion as well and made the forced sex with Barney even better by acting the perfect lady at all other times. She dressed modestly, never swore, never had a hair out of place, always looked her best, neat and ladylike, and she got better at it as the months wore on.
Another thing that made it better for them was her openly showing hostility and contempt for Barney and everything about him. She loathed him but had to tolerate him. If he so much as brushed against her, she recoiled as though touched by a snake. He was scum, slime, worthless, a freeloader, a degenerate, a pervert, a rapist, but he was a welcome guest in their home, a scumbag to be tolerated.
The men bought the act and when Stewart would get Sara's arms pinned behind her back then lean back against a wall and use his legs to keep hers apart so Barney could get to her pussy, she would writhe violently as she saw Barney's hard cock approach her vulnerable sex, then die a thousand deaths as that evil truncheon touched her between the legs, then act like a red hot knife were being thrust into her pussy as he sank into her helpless body to the balls, and then she'd die in Stewart's firm embrace as his buddy fucked her.
When that happened, Stewart could put her in Barney's arms and she'd hug herself to his body, and if he didn't fuck her, she fucked him, and they'd crack up because he could pick her up, take her anywhere, and make her assume any position, and she'd do anything as long as he didn't keep his cock out of her cunt too long and let the effect wear off.
She'd masturbate, use all manner of filthy language, beg, plead, suck his cock, lick his balls, show her ass, show her cunt, and promise him anything if he would just fuck her and cum in her pussy. Whatever promises she made in the heat of passion, Stewart made her stand good on, so she was careful what she promised because they'd have her acting the slut all the time through promises made in the heat of passion. They were too stupid to realize how that would ruin what they had. She had to be the strong one for all concerned.
The long delays while Barney tried to force a promise from her often reduced the five minutes he had to one, and when the effect wore off, even Stewart couldn't get control of her. They blew it and would have to try again another day. Even when they ganged up on her, they could not induce the effect after blowing it. She remained limp and lifeless, no fun at all. She had them trained and trained well after just a few years.
She even got to where she controlled when. She did this by accidentally on purpose exposing her intimate flesh to them. A peek at inner thigh was enough, but a loose top, a key button unbuttoned, being caught in a towel because she didn't think anyone was home, or simply wearing her swimsuit--all worked equally well. They keyed on visual cues, and once they had one, Stewart would make a move to get her in an embrace, or sneak up from behind and pin her over a counter top or table. When she didn't want it, she simply avoided Stewart's ploy and was alert to any sneak attack. She got better at that as time went on as well.
Sara found that she wanted Barney's big cock at least every other day, but had to have it at least once a week. Much more than once a week would diminish what they had, so she forced herself to ration Barney's cock. She did fairly well, but 4.5 days was her average.
Barney needed pussy every day, and when he had to go five or six days, he became rude and grabby, mean and nasty, hounding her for pussy. When he got like that, Stewart had to take care of his buddy and he'd hound her, too. The sexual tension in that house built to intolerable levels, and then Sara would slip, get caught, and they'd all get their brains fucked out because right after Barney had her, Stewart would make love to her, saying he was sorry but he had to do it. He owed Barney his life and couldn't stand to see him suffer.
She always forgave and said she understood, then languished in her husband's loving embrace as he planted tender kisses all over her body and played with Barney's sperm. He also played in his own which he always deposited on her lower belly. He liked to pull out and see himself cum.
Stewart's chances of fathering any of their kids was close to nil because of this practice. Barney's were excellent because he loved cumming deep in her pussy and came by the pint. The hardest thing for Sara to accept was the fact that Barney would father all of her kids if Stewart didn't get over this fascination with seeing his dick squirt.
For three years, she employed the rhythm method on Barney while trying to get Stewart to cum inside her pussy when she was fertile, but Stewart was never ready for kids. When she confronted Stewart with the obvious, that if Barney continued hanging around, he'd eventually get her pregnant, Stewart just shrugged it off like "Who cares."
Sara cared a great deal. There was little chance Barney would leave the scene, ever. It was Stewart she loved, Stewart she married, and Stewart who should father their children. Besides, Barney's genes would foul the family gene pool, and the two were so different in appearance--Stewart, tall and light; Barney, short and dark. Everyone would know including the kids.
This bothered Sara greatly. She got used to living in a three-way sexual relationship, but she wanted to be seen by all as a decent lady with a dashing husband. She did not like the image of lady and the tramp. She didn't want anyone to even think in their wildest dreams that she'd cheat or even lie down with a dirt bag like Barney, much less bear his bastards.
Her parents would die. They knew him quite well as the brat that put used condoms in the collection plate and pissed in the bushes that lined the sides of the church. Sara complained bitterly about having to share space in the same house with him, and received a great deal of sympathy for bearing her burden. What would they think if she bore a black-haired baby with dark eyes and olive skin. Blue eyes and light hair ran in Stewart's and her family. Olive skin alone would say "Barney's Baby" in bold letters. She dreaded the possibility which more and more appeared a certainty.
And then there were the children. She always saw herself being the prim and proper mother and Barney would have to clean up his act once the kids grew to an age of awareness. There was no way she'd tolerate his antics if kids were present, and she wanted three. Even if she were successful in making him behave and could make their game a quiet, late evening event, one day the kids would see their features in Barney and see none in Daddy, and they'd look at her and think, "Mommy's a cheating slut and I'm a bastard--an ugly bastard, too." Sara cringed at the thought of that times three.
She saw no way to avoid that fate. She saw no way to avoid getting pregnant by Barney. She'd been lucky so far, but the rhythm method wasn't all that effective when pushed to the limits she pushed to get it once a week. She sweated out periods every month and knew, one day, the period wouldn't come, and like it or not, nine months later, her adulterous slut ass would be exposed to the world and she'd just have to learn to live with it, because an adulterous slut was what she had become. She accepted that fact, knew she could never change, and after three years would no sooner give up Barney than Stewart.
What was worse, and what made her shudder, was the inescapable fact that she could live without Stewart's cock but not without Barney's, and if forced to choose between the two cock owners, she would divorce the man she loved and marry the man she loathed. It could happen. He and Stewart could have a falling out. They'd come close, and there had been weeks go by with no Barney, and one two month period that was pure hell for Sara. She almost went to him. Had she done that, he'd keep her and she'd stay. That thought made her cringe and shudder.
She forced those two lugs to hug and make up on the pretext that Stewart was miserable. He wasn't miserable at all, she was, but they shook hands and made up, buddies again, and celebrated by raping the fuck out of Sara. She dodged a bullet and got another good rape.
A strange thing happened after Stewart's shrug. Sara began dwelling on the unthinkable--having a baby with Barney on purpose. After the shrug, at the next friendly rape, Barney tried to get her to promise to bear him a child, to let him knock her up. That had to be Stewart's idea and Sara was stunned.
She made no promise but dwelled on the possibility. Dwelling made her pussy wet. She dwelled more and more, got wetter and wetter, and three days later came out of the bathroom wearing a small towel, shrieked on seeing Stewart and Barney in the living room, and tried to back out, saying, "I didn't know anyone was home."
Stewart held up an empty beer bottle and said, "Wait, honey, get me a beer while you're up."
This was a typical ploy, his delaying tactic. She said, "Let me get something on first," a typical response to a ploy.
"No, I need it now. Don't be shy, Barney's seen you naked lots of times."
Now, it was Barney's turn to say something crude. Barney piped in, "Yeah, baby, drop the fucking towel and bring us a beer like one of them naked waitresses down at the Globe. Shake those titties in our faces and wiggle that sexy butt of yours."
"I'll do no such thing. I think that's disgusting, and for your information, Stewart, just because Barney has seen me naked doesn't mean I would ever show him my nude body on purpose. What he saw, he stole. I'll just be a minute."
"I can't wait a minute. Come on, just get us a beer. You have everything covered."
"Oh, all right. [she marched through] Honestly, I don't see why everything with you men has to be right now, this instant."
This was a ploy she'd never fall for, especially three days after giving Barney sex, but she was so horny she couldn't hide it. Even the towel act was transparent and fooled no one. They were too loud for her not to know they were home. She did the best she could to look proper, determined to get caught by Stewart if she to sit in his lap and wrap his arms around her, throw her legs out and cry, "Please don't let Barney get me!"
She brought the beers out and went to give Barney his. Barney had his pants down around his ankles and was stroking his hard cock at her, grinning devilishly. The guys laughed as she stared at his cock like a bird charmed by a snake, holding out a beer at arm's length while trying to keep all the goodies under wraps--an impressive act, an impressive feat. She finally set the beer down at his feet, never once taking her eyes off his cock, hamming up the mesmerizing effect, making them laugh harder.
This was new. They seemed to think they could induce the slut effect by a provocative display of a big cock. She'd never thought about it, but why not. Why not play along. It could be interesting. It already was.
While she was blindly setting the bottle down between his feet, at eye level to his cock, now angled to her face with the head not a foot away, Barney taunted, "What's the matter, Sara, never see a cock before? You like this cock, don't you, bitch? You'd like to suck this big cock, wouldn't you, slut?"
Sara slowly got to her weak legs and stumbled back, still staring at the cock. She had to get captured by Stewart, so she moved to him blindly while still looking at the cock. She held the bottle back but Stewart wasn't taking and wasn't grabbing. Stewart said, "No, go back in the kitchen and take that stupid towel off. Bring us the beers the right way, the way Barney said. Let's see if you could make it as a Globe nude waitress."
Sara looked to Stewart and said, "You mean act slutty in the nude?"
"Yes, they are very slutty waitresses. Let's see you act slutty when you bring those beers back."
"You want me to act slutty for Barney?"
"Yes, very slutty. See if you can get him to fuck you."
Sara dropped the towel and said, "All right, if that's really what you want."
"No, that's what you want. You can't take your eyes of his big cock, can you? You have to have it, don't you? Look at you, fingering your pussy like a horny slut. I wish your mother could see you now, sticking out your tits, fingering your cunt. She'd be real proud of the slut she raised."
"Please, Stewart, don't do this to me."
"You're doing it to yourself. Go on, get his beer. While you're there, get yourself a good look at his big cock."
Sara moved toward Barney, never taking her eyes of his cock as she stooped low to pick up his beer bottle. Barney slid to the forward edge of the seat and placed the head of his dick at her mouth. Her mouth opened wide and flowed over it. She spilled both beers as she brought her hands up and laid them reverently on his bare thighs, bobbing her head up and down in a deep, hard suck--fucking her head on his dick.
The guys were laughing their asses off and their laughter drove her to her knees. She humped an imaginary dick sticking up from the floor, which was a real long-necked beer bottle that Stewart held in place. At the first feel of bottle at her opening, Sara sank and began fucking herself, making them laugh harder.
She did great, being as pathetic as they wanted her to be, amusing the hell out of them until she got pushed off and landed on her ass in a wide-legged backward sprawl as Barney said, "Go get two more beers, you clumsy bitch."
Sara grabbed her cunt and groaned, rolled to her side, then got to her knees, showing her ass and plunging fingers. Barney reached out with his boot and shoved her ass, making her sprawl forward on the floor, still with her fingers working in her pie. Amid torments of laughter and crude taunts, she struggled to her feet and made her way into the kitchen where she leaned against the counter and smiled, thinking, "I like this game. I like this a lot."
She got two more beers, squared her shoulders, then made her entrance, walking sexy and sultry, passing Stewart's beer to him in passing, not even looking. He had to catch it. When she got to Barney, she bent low and shook her big titties in his face. He wallowed in tit flesh as she alternately fed one nipple, then the other, into his mouth. She set his beer on the end table and mounted his chair. She grasped his cock and tried to get it in her pussy, but his hand capped over the head prevented that. She said, "What's the matter? Don't you want to fuck me?"
"I don't know. Show me your pussy. Show me how much you want it."
Sara slumped in real frustration, then got off and stood before him with her feet planted wide. With both hands she pulled on the lips of her pussy while doing a vulgar grind, saying, "I need your cock, Barney. Please fuck my horny cunt for me. Look how wet and juicy my pussy is. I want your cock so bad. I want you to cum in my cunt. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
They loved it, so she added some finger-fucking and said, "You fuck me so good. I need your big cock, Barney. Please give it to me. I'm begging."
"I see that. Will you let me knock you up?"
She hesitated for appearances and waited until he asked again before saying with a show of resignation. "Yes. Yes, you can get me pregnant."
Stewart interjected, "I'll hold you to that, Sara, you realize that, don't you?"
"Yes, I know that."
Barney said, "While I'm trying to get you pregnant, I get to fuck you whenever I feel like it. You can't say no. You have to make your pussy available when I feel like putting sperm in it."
"No, I couldn't do that. I can't live that way."
Stewart lobbied, "Sara, you promised he could get you pregnant. You have to let him try."
"But Stewart, he'd be impossible to live with. I can't be a slut all day every day. I can't. I won't."
"You don't have to be. Just make your pussy available. You don't even have to get undressed. Just don't wear panties and always wear a dress. When you see he has a hard cock, get your pussy on it and use you pussy to suck the sperm out. He won't even touch you or move a muscle. Will you, Barney?"
"Nope, you have my word on that, but she has to get that pussy on it every time I have a hard cock."
"There, see, Sara? That's reasonable."
Clearly coming out of the slut effect because she stopped fingering herself, Sara said, "It is not reasonable. The man is a walking erection. I'd be constantly mounting him under those conditions."
"Sara, you said you'd let him get you pregnant, now damnit, quit trying to renege."
"All right, Stewart. I'll do all I can to get pregnant, but I am not going to be a slut while I do it, and I am not going to get undressed for it. Before and after, I am going to be myself, and that must be respected. I'll take all the sperm he can produce, but that's all I'll do, and as soon as I miss my period by a week, that's it. No more. I fulfilled my promise."
"Fair enough. Is that agreeable to you, Barn?"
"Yeah, but she has to keep checking to see if I have sperm to give her. If she sees a limp dick, she has to see if she can get it hard, and if Cyclops stands up and salutes her effort, she has to fuck him dry."
Sara stomped her foot, now totally free of the effect, saying, "I knew he wouldn't leave well enough alone. Give him an inch, he takes a mile. Can't you see what he's doing, Stewart? He will not be satisfied until he has me acting the slut trying to get pregnant by his vile seed. All he wants to do is humiliate me and you're going along."
"Sara, you did say you'd try to get pregnant and take all the sperm he produces. What he's suggesting seems perfectly reasonable. That's what couples do who are trying to conceive a child."
"Married couples, Stewart. That's what married couples do. That's what you and I should do. You don't pass off that sacred act to a buddy on a lark just for kicks. That's sick and perverted, and I can't believe you'd do that to me, to us, to our child. I can't believe you'd make me bear another man's bastard just for fun, and make a filthy game of it besides."
"You made the promise, Sara."
"I know, and that promise was made under duress at a weak moment. You know I'll do or say anything when you get me like that. You set me up then played on my weakness."
Barney said, "What weakness is that, Sara, big cocks? Do you have a weakness for men with big cocks?"
"Yes, I have that weakness. All women have that weakness. It's built into us by nature and biology. I admit it, and stop stroking that disgusting thing at me. I am not falling for that again."
"Just look at it and tell me you don't want this cock, Sara. Come on, just look. I dare you to look."
Sara let her eyes wander down and watched him stroke that magnificent fuck stick drooling golden precum. She decided that she'd made her decent case and now it was time to lose in a big way. She got that mesmerized stare going again, got weak in the knees, then sank to her knees and began licking at the precum. This time, they just smiled.
Sara kept licking as Barney softly said, "You have it bad, don't you, Sara?"
"Yes. I love your big cock--so manly, so long, so thick. And your balls, so big, so full of millions of sperm, baby juice for a thirsty womb like mine."
"Will you promise to do all you can to get all the sperm I can produce?"
"Yes, I promise. I want it all."
"Will you act slutty and get me hard?"
"Yes. I know what makes you hard. Seeing me act slutty makes you hard. I'll act slutty to make your cock hard, then I'll fuck it like a slut would."
"Is that a promise?"
"Yes, I promise."
"And you won't ever say we took advantage of your weakness for big cocks will you?"
Sara took her mouth off the head to say, "No. I'll never bring that up again."
"And you won't ever accuse us of playing games with you just for shits and giggles, will you?"
"No."
"And you'll let me humiliate you while I'm knocking your married ass up, won't you?"
"Yes. I want to please you."
"And you'll humiliate yourself all through this game we're playing though you know it's a game and we're just doing it for kicks to humiliate the fuck out of you, mocking your sacred marriage vows. You'll be a good sport about it and lend your womb to the cause, grow a bastard in it, then deliver that bastard and let it suck on your hooters while we laugh our asses off. You will, won't you?"
All through this speech, Sara was deep sucking his cock, but she pulled her mouth off to look up and smile, saying, "Yes, I'm going to be a very good sport about this. I'll think up ways to humiliate myself all through this pregnancy. I'll wear clothes that show my naked belly. I'll let you invite your friends to feel your baby. I won't deny that the baby is yours, and after it's born, I'll get naked and let you watch me feed my tits to your little bastard while I masturbate to amuse you, your friends, and my wedded husband."
Stewart quickly pounced on that, saying, "Is that a promise?"
She looked to her excited hubby, smiled, licked the dick, and said, "Yes, Stewart, that's a promise, and when Barney's lowlife friends come around and want to feel the baby, and their hands go too low and they start feeling my pussy, trying to feel the baby from the inside, you'd better object because I won't. I won't object if they want to feel the baby with their cocks and that's a promise. If a pregnant, adulterous slut amuses you, I'll be amusing all through my pregnancy."
That wiped the smile off Stewart's face but put a big smile on Barney's face as Sara climbed over him and sank on his dick, and to put a further rift in the game plan, Sara said, "You'd like to show off your pregnant, married slut, wouldn't you, Barney?"
"You're damn right. I'd like to take you down to Joe's Pool Hall and pass you around. You wouldn't mind pulling a few trains for ole Barney, now, would you, babe?"
"No, Barney, I'll pull all the trains you want. I'll pull trains in my marital bed if you want."
Stewart angrily said, "There ain't gonna be no god damn train pullin', Barney. I never agreed to that."
"Hey, she's my slut, too."
"She's my fucking wife, asshole."
"She's your fucking wife; you got that straight."
"No, trains, god damnit!"
"All right, no trains, but you gotta let her fuck."
"All right, she'll fuck, but I don't want to see any lines outside my bedroom. Don't be bringing a carload of pool trash in my god damn house--three at a time, tops, and no niggers."
"Niggers won't matter. She'll be knocked up by then."
"Yeah, I suppose. All right, but I don't want any of those moose-dicked jungle bunnies stretching her out."
"Her cunt has to stretch to deliver the bastard. Hell, a few moose dicks will make it easier on her."
"I suppose, but keep those moose dicks out of her ass. If you hurt her, I'll kick your ass."
"You and what army?"
Sara sat up on her knees, still grinding her cunt on the deeply imbedded cock, thrilled by the absurd conversation she'd just heard, but needing to set them straight and head off a fight. She said, "Stop it, you two! I'm going to lay down a few conditions of my own if you expect me to live up to my promises. I never thought you'd take me seriously, Stewart. Right now, I love the idea of being passed around like a piece of meat, but right now I have a big cock in my cunt. I wish I had another up my ass and one in my mouth with twenty or thirty waiting in line, but when I get off this dick, I am going to be so pissed at you, Stewart."
"Me? He started it."
"I'm always pissed at him. You're my husband. You don't share me, god damnit! I'm your wife. I put up with this asshole because you feel the need to take care of him, but that's where I draw the line. I'll go along with this dumb game of yours only because you'll get me pregnant by him sooner or later anyway, but if you think you assholes can pass me around like a cheap slut, forget it. Forget everything. Forget the marriage, forget me, and forget you. I will only tolerate so much."
"Come on, Sara, you love to get royally fucked."
"Who doesn't. Every woman loves a good fuck, and while she's getting fucked, she wishes there were a long line of hard cocks waiting in line for her pussy. I'm no different. I'm liking the idea right now, but I'm very horny right now. The trouble is, you can't keep me horny all the time, and when I come down, I'd be livid if you had put a line on me when I was vulnerable. I'd never forgive you for that, never. In my right mind, I will not live even one hour as a slut."
"Come on, Sara, what's a few more going to matter?"
"It matters a lot. Take it or leave it, but you'd both better get your heads out of your asses and remember who you're dealing with. I am a lady who sometimes acts like a slut. I am not a slut that sometimes acts like a lady. That is never going to change. I only give what I can tolerate and no more. Barney gets pussy once a week on average, because that's all I can tolerate and still live with myself day to day. This game you want to play will be terribly difficult on me. If you make it any more difficult than it already is, you're going to blow it, and when that happens, all bets are off, all promises go up in smoke, and Barney can just take his big dick and go jack off in the back yard."
Barney said, "You talk big, bitch, but I can fuck you anytime I want. All I have to do is wave Cyclops under your nose and you'll get down on your knees and beg for it. Look at you squirming on my cock like a bitch in heat. You know it's true."
Sara slowed her squirming and fingered her clit so she could respond. She said, "It was true this time because I was in the mood. I was horny hearing you two laughing out here. I came out wanting to start something. I was ready back in the bathroom, and I wanted a big cock. That is very rare for me, and it would never work unless I was super horny for big cock. If you tried that when I wasn't in the mood, which is ninety-nine percent of the time, I'd bite the fucker and spit in your face."
"Bullshit!"
"You try it. And furthermore, you'd never get any of my pussy without Stewart's help, and if I stay pissed at Stewart, he'll never get close enough to help, and if you two ever really raped me, I mean really, really raped me, don't ever turn me lose. Don't ever fall asleep in my house, and that goes for you, too, Stewart. I'm serious. If you push me on this game and blow it, you won't be able to take care of Barney, and even you can't stand him when he goes too long without pussy."
Stewart pondered this then said, "All right, Sara, so how do we not blow it?"
"I made promises I intend to keep, but I'll have to live up to them at a pace I can tolerate. Don't push me, either one of you. I don't like your game but I accept it. I'll play along and get pregnant this way, but I think it sucks. I'll suffer the humiliation because there's no way around it, so I may as well amuse you two shitheads, but let me determine how much I can stand and when I can stand it. I'll do the best I can. You'll get all I promised, only don't fucking push."
Barney said, "You promised to let my buddies feel the baby with their dicks."
"I know, and if you get me in the mood before you try it, and don't turn it into a sex circus, I can probably live with that afterward. Who knows, if this goes on long enough, I may get to the point where you can bring a guy over and just say, fuck him, and I'll get naked and fuck him while you two pull up chairs and watch. I might grow to like it and you can bring two or three at a time. Who knows, but you'll never know if you blow it. If you play your cards right, and make it all the way through, I might be willing to work as a whore for you, Barney."
"Are you shitting me?"
"I'm not shitting you. By then, I'd already be a whore. I'd feel like a whore. You could sell my pussy and I'd probably go along with it. I see that as my ultimate destiny anyway, and I think Stewart would love being married to another man's whore, yours especially. If you're still in the picture at that time, assuming I ever reach that point, you could have your very own whore. Right now, I'm loving the idea, but as soon as I get off this magnificent cock, I'm going to hate myself for mentioning that ... OH, God ... FUCK ME, BARNEY!"
Barney fucked her and she fucked Barney and her womb got flooded. When she recovered and got off, she went into her bedroom, laid down on the bed and cried--all an act, but typical.
Stewart came along and consoled her with a nice massage to her shoulders. Still, she sobbed. His massaging hands moved south, very slowly, and as expected, he was soon playing in Barney's sperm under the pretext of an ass massage, making her ass slimy. She stopped sobbing when he began the pussy massage, and she rolled over for that.
She propped a pillow under her head and got comfortable. Pussy massages following a Barney fuck killed a good hour. She drew her legs in and laid her knees flat, making a broad, flat plane for her hubby to play in. He had plenty of sperm to play with and smeared it all over her sex, inner thighs, and lower abdomen. She kept her pussy free of hair because it was better for sperm smearing, and she'd just shaved, so he was one happy hubby.
He played for fifteen minutes without saying anything, then looked up to Sara's eyes and said, "Did you mean what you said about your ultimate destiny was to be another man's whore while still married to me?"
"Yes. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I wouldn't mind."
"Let's be honest, Stewart. You've been pushing me in that direction since the day we got married. First, you make me an adulterous slut, then you make me a cheating whore, then you find me a pimp and live happily ever after with a wife always leaking some other man's sperm. Isn't that the plan?"
"Well, say it is."
"It is. Your plan is moving forward. You must be thrilled."
"Okay, I'm thrilled. What about you?"
"I'm wondering how far I'll go before I say, enough is enough and lose you."
"You won't ever lose me."
"Are you sure you could live with just a wife that has a live-in lover."
"Is that how you see Barney, now, as your lover?"
"No, it's just a term for a man I'm fucking that's not my husband. We will never be lovers."
"I wouldn't want you to be. So, are you saying you see him in the picture always, see him fucking you always?"
"I can't imagine you without Barney, and I can't imagine trying to live or be around Barney and not giving him any pussy. After five days, I want him to get laid even if I have to lay him."
"You do get very easy about then. If I didn't help him, can you see just giving it to him."
"I did that today. Would you like that better if from time to time, I got horny and gave it to him, went after it?"
"Sometimes. This was great, but that would get old. He likes it when I hold you. I do, too."
"I find it easier. At least it gets me over the hard part."
"You really can't stand him, can you?"
"You have to ask?"
"It's hard to tell when you're fucking him. When you fuck him, you look like you're in love."
"I fuck his cock, not him. I do love his cock."
"I love hearing you say that."
"I'm sure you do."
"You must like this pregnant game. In a way, it detaches his cock. You'll be getting just his cock--six, eight, ten times a day, maybe more."
"That is a plus, but he is still attached to it. Impaling myself on that arrogant bastard's cock ten times a day doesn't exactly thrill me, especially when the purpose is to conceive a bastard child with him."
"I like hearing you say that, too."
"You're a strange duck, Stewart."
"I know, but I'm cute."
"Yes, you are when you're not giving my ass away. I'm serious, you guys better go easy on that shit, I mean real easy, one baby step at a time."
"But you do see going along, letting other guys fuck you if we take it nice and slow."
"I can see the possibility. I can't ever see being anyone's working whore, not now, but who knows how I'll feel a year from now when I have no reputation to protect and every bum in town has had me a dozen times over."
"You're turning me on."
"I know. I hope you blow it, but in some ways, for your sake, I hope you can pull it off. It won't be easy, but it is possible to turn a woman like me into a working whore who enjoys her work."
"Tell me how."
"You've got balls asking me to dig my own hole."
"Just one big shovelful. That's all I ask."
"You want to know how to get past the major hurdle?"
"Yes. What is it and how do I get you past it?"
"If I gave you that, the rest would be easy."
"Give it to me, Sara. Please, give it to me."
"Jesus, Stew, you don't know what you're asking. It would be like me saying, please cut your nuts off for me, Stew, please give them to me."
"Sara, please!"
"Jeez ... all right. It's my parents. When I become an adulterous slut in their eyes, I'll have little incentive to hide my lifestyle, but until they see me and accept me that way, I have no incentive to sully my reputation."
"So, how do I get them to accept you as an adulterous slut?"
"I don't know that you can, but they first have to know that I'm committing adultery, and then they have to find out that I'm a slut, and then they have to try to accept it."
"So, how do I make that happen?"
"Go talk to them and tell them you caught me sleeping with Barney and you want to know what to do about it."
"Yeah, that'll work."
"You don't stop there. Next, you go see them and say you can't stop us from fucking, and you need their help. They'll talk to me about it, but I'll deny everything. They won't be sure who to believe and will start popping in on me when only Barney is here, and they'll see things. One day, they'll catch us fucking. I'll make promises. They'll keep checking. They'll see I don't keep my promises. By then I may be pregnant, and you'll tell them that Barney is the father, and it goes on and on until eventually, they give up and accept that I'm an adulterous slut, or they may never give up, or they may never accept it, or they may disown me. Who fucking knows, but there's your hurdle and a way to get over it. That's all the help you get from me."
"Just one more thing, Sara. When I first go over there, they won't believe me. Do you think they'd get pissed if I showed them a picture."
"Do you have one?"
"Yeah, a few."
"Here?"
"Out in the car."
"Go get them."
"What are you going to do, tear 'em up? I had a hard time getting those developed."
"No, I want to see if they'll do. If they look posed, they won't do, and if they don't show the size of Barney's cock, they won't do, and if I'm not clearly recognizable, they won't do."
"Well then, they'll do. I took them from the bedroom doorway as you were mounted on Barn facing his feet, leaning back with your eyes closed. I snapped off ten shots of his cock in every position up your twat--all the way in, all the way out, halfway. They're good, sharp and clear, but they're vulgar as all hell. You can see your shaved pussy real good and your tits are standing up tall, your nipples hard as bullets. Are you sure it's okay to show your folks? They'll shit when they see them."
"Let me see them."
"All right, but you need more sperm in your pussy. Go out naked and get it. I know he's ready."
"So, this is what it's going to be like. Go get more sperm, Sara. All right. Let's go."
Stewart returned to catch the last part of the sperm-getting. Sara squatted on the cock facing away and worked hard to make him cum. There was no exchange between them, simply a mechanical act--Sara working her ass off, standing in a half squat with her hands braced on her knees, and Barney sprawled back in his chair blissfully enjoying the ride. When she got her sperm douche, she cupped her crotch and marched into the bedroom with Stewart on her heels. She flopped on the bed and assumed the position as Stewart dove between her legs and messed with the freshest load he'd ever messed with.
"God, that was disgusting. I have never felt so cheap in my ... Stewart, did you just lick? [he looked up sheepishly] If you want to lick his cum out of my pussy, go right ahead. I don't know what you're bashful about. Do you think that's worse than breeding your wife to a jerk and then playing with his sperm? It's not, trust me."
And with that, he began licking and Sara wanted to scream, "GOD DAMN, MY HUSBAND IS LICKING ANOTHER MAN'S CUM OUT OF MY FUCKING PUSSY!"
But she didn't, she just laid there, cool and calm, not wanting to spook him, not wanting to do anything that might dissuade him from this thrilling practice.
She watched as he ran his tongue inside her messy hole, and when she actually saw sperm on his tongue and saw him draw that spermy tongue into his mouth, she wanted to scream again, but she calmly said while examining her nails, "You know, Stew, the one thing that really bothered me about this was thinking about all that sperm that would get smeared on me, staying sticky and gooey all the time. If you're going to keep me clean this way, that will make this much easier on me. Damn, my nail polish is chipping."
He raised up to say, "I will, Sara, but don't ever let Barn, know. If he knew I did this, I'd never live it down."
"Stewart, I never told him you played in his sperm, do you think I'd tell him you licked it out of my cunt and swallowed it? I'm not stupid."
"You really don't mind, do you?"
"Mind what?"
"Mind this, what I'm doing."
"Mind? What's there to mind?"
"Seeing me licking and swallowing Barney's sperm doesn't bother you?"
"I don't see why it would. It's your tongue, your belly. I'd rather have it licked off of me and out of me with a nice soft tongue than dug out of me and smeared on me with hard fingers. Besides, I like sperm, why shouldn't you?"
"Shit, Sara, this is great. I always thought you'd freak out and think I was queer or something."
Sara was freaking out but only in her head. She said, "I know you're not queer, Stew. You are a strange duck and a rather cute one when you're eating my lover's sperm out of my twat. Hey, give me the pictures."
He handed her the set and returned to deep sucking her cunt, now totally free of inhibitions. He sucked sperm like a sperm-starved sperm whale, running his long tongue deep in her pussy, lapping sperm off her womb.
Sara looked cross-eyed at the first picture and couldn't focus for quite some time, but when she could, she said, "Holy shit! You're right, these are vulgar." She flipped through them, saying, "Fuck! You're right. They'll shit if they see these. Oh my God ... Jesus ... Shit! ... Damn ... Oh, that looks good ... ummm ... yeah ... here's the one. You only want to show one as if you snapped the shot and slipped away. This shows most of his dick, and part of his face is in the frame."
"Sara, do you mean to tell me you'd actually let your parents see that? That's the most vulgar one in the set. It looks like your cunt is being sucked inside out by his dick."
"No, it looks like my cunt is sucking his dick in. When they see this, at least they'll know why I strayed from my vow and picked Barney to do it with. That was the part they'd find hard to believe. Seeing is believing, and a picture is worth a thousand words. This one is worth ten thousand. Leave it with them. Let this sink in. This is a picture they'll go back to again and again. Somebody's going to masturbate to this picture, and I'm not so sure it'll be Dad alone."
"Are you serious? Do you actually think she would?"
"I can see Mom taking this picture into the bedroom and curling up with a warm cucumber, and I have never been able to picture her doing anything sexual. If this picture doesn't turn her on, nothing will. I think she'll study this picture and not blame me one bit for trashing my vows, hopping on the adultery wagon and refusing to hop off. We'll see, won't we?"
"We'll see soon. I'm going over there right now. This is your last chance to back out, Sara. Once I deliver this picture, you're stuck."
Sara handed over the picture and said, "I was stuck when I said, 'I do.' Go before I change my mind ... oh, and Stew, send Barn in. Tell him I'd like to discuss this whore issue in more detail, and I'd like to interview prospective pimps. I'll see if I can suck another load out of his nuts for you."
"No shit! Doing it on the bed buck naked. He'll like that."
"He will. I'm very horny for big cock. You're going to miss a good one."
"Shit, I think I'll stick around for that."
"No, go. You'll see plenty of this in the weeks ahead. If you're going to be taking pictures of me fucking and showing them to my parents, I'm going to be horny a lot. "
Stewart went with a big smile; Barney came wearing a shit-eating grin.
Sara literally fucked Barney's brains out. When Stewart returned over an hour later, Barney was dead to the world, curled up in a fetal ball beside Sara. She lay in her new eat-me sprawl as Stewart stood in the doorway wearing a shit-eating grin. Barney snored. When Barney slept, only a mortar barrage woke him up, so Stewart came over and ate ravenously, pushing Sara's knees into her armpits, making her giggle as he lapped cum from her well-fucked cunt like a bear at a honey pot.
Sara could watch her hubby suck semen from inches away in this tightly curled position, and if Barney woke up and rolled over, so could he. Sara patted Stewart on the back of the head and said, "If you want to get me pregnant, you'll have to leave some sperm in there. I had no idea you had such a long tongue. You're sucking Barney's sperm out as fast as he can put it in. Don't be such a sperm glutton."
Barney shot up to a sitting position overlooking the spread and yelled, "Hey, don't suck all the sperm out, queer bait! I'm trying to knock the bitch up."
Sara used her head-patting hand to hold the head. That head wanted to retreat. Stewart just slumped with his face in Sara's beaver with Sara and Barney hovering close, talking about what a good cum sucker he was, what a fine hubby he was to clean his wife after she commits adultery, what an outstanding cock sucker he'd make, and how cute he'd look in panties and combat boots.
They kept it up until Stewart had no more shame left in him and ate without being held. When that happened, Sara used her fingers to open up her cunt and said, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, it just slipped out in the heat of passion. I made a promise that I'd do this--feed you our fuck. I also promised to turn a few tricks for Barney just to see what it's like. Isn't that exciting? How did it go with Mom and Dad?"
Stewart eased up, let her legs down, and sat facing them. A little shame returned to blush his cheeks as he looked to Barney and said, "You asshole."
"Cum sucker!"
"Tit ears!"
"Fuck sucker!"
Sara interceded, "All right! Enough! That tit ears crack was uncalled-for, Stewart. He has nice ears. His ears and his cock are the only nice things he has, so apologize ... Stewart, apologize or I'll wipe after my next fuck."
Stewart made a face at Sara, but she was just in a playful mood and having fun, so he turned to Barney and said, "Sorry 'bout that tit ears crack, buddy."
"Hey, no sweat. If you can't call your best buddy tit ears, who can you call tit ears ... you have some sperm on your chin, buddy. It's kind of distracting. Yeah, that got it. That's better."
Sara and Barney cracked up and Stewart smiled. Actually, Stewart was relieved, glad it was all out in the open. Barney's attitude told him he liked it, was okay with it, and would always tease him about it just like he teased him about everything else. It was disgust he feared, and neither Sara nor Barney showed anything remotely bordering that. They both loved it, his best-case scenario.
Again Sara said, "So, how did it go?"
"Your dad wasn't there and I took so long because I fucked your mother. Does that tell you anything?"
"You're lying!"
"I am huh?"
He stood on his knees and dropped his pants. Sara leaned forward and sniffed the wet matted crotch. "Oh Jesus, he did. He fucked my mother."
Sara was still sniffing so Barney said, "So, you know what your mother's pussy smells like, huh Sara? Just to be sure, why don't you get a taste, see if it tastes like her?"
Sara gave him a side glance, then thought about it and licked. She licked several times from balls to cock head, sucked his dick clean, then sat back and said, "Yeah, that's Mom's pussy all right. I'd know that pussy anywhere as often as she made me lick it."
Almost in harmony, the two gullible ex-marines said, "No shit! Your Mom made you lick her pussy/cunt?" [one said pussy, the other said cunt]
"You idiots. I swear, you'll believe anything about women. And you, Stewart. You of all people should know better. I told you she never ever mentions anything about sex. It's a good thing my periods started at school and the school nurse explained what was going on or I'd have freaked. So tell me. How did you do it? I hope you didn't force yourself on her."
"Give me a little credit, Sara. I don't need to use force on a horny female, and your Mom was one rip-roaring horny female. I figured, why not knock off a piece."
"Back up. Describe how she reacted to what you told her and then how she reacted to the picture you showed her."
"First, I have this sad puppy dog look on my face when she answers the door wearing only a thin robe. She had just stepped out of the shower and still had water droplets on her upper chest and legs. It looked like she stepped from the shower and threw it on."
"The pink one with the white fringe?"
"Yeah, that one."
"Ummm, her sexy robe. Could you tell she was naked under it?"
"I could tell her tits were naked. Where they wet the fabric, you could see plain as day. I could see the goose bumps around her nipples. At first, she hid behind the door, but when she saw how distressed I was, she went ahead and let me in. She excused herself to put something decent on and that's when I could see her ass was bare, so I blurted out, 'I caught Sara in bed with Barney. They were having sex.' That stopped her dead in her tracks. She turned, clutching the robe at the chest with one hand hiding her bush.
"Oh god, I love it. You devil."
"Yeah, she forgot about changing, and to make sure she forgot, I came up and wanted a hug. She hugged me and patted my back. She tried to comfort me while I was hugging her body close to mine, keeping a good contact all down the front. I can feel that she's stiff and nervous, and I am too because I don't know that Ben is on a fishing trip. Still, it was an innocent looking hug. It was only the fact that it went on and on that would make it look otherwise, and I was facing the dining room, so as soon as he arrived, I was ready to break off the hug."
"How long did you two hug?"
"It was a very long hug, at least ten minutes, maybe fifteen. I had no reason to break it off because she relaxed more and more and wasn't making any moves to break off. A minute into this hug and I'm getting definite signals that she's loving this embrace we're in. I could feel her nipples harden. I had her jugs smashed flat to my chest because I'm applying pressure high on her back."
"What was she doing?"
"She's talking to me, telling me these things happen in the best of marriages, and you have to expect this sort of thing when you bring your buddies into your home and leave them alone with your wife, and that nature will sometimes take its course in the best of homes, and that we are all animals under our clothing: Sara and Barney, Ben and that trollop next door ... you and me, we're all animals deep down."
"That slut! She was trying to give you ideas."
"Yes, and I caught that right away, and right after she says that, she blurts out, 'Ben went fishing. He won't be back till Sunday night.'"
"Oh, that horny slut, trying to seduce my husband."
"Yeah, and she hadn't seen the first picture, yet. I figure I'm home free so I thought I'd test her, see if I could shake her. I slid one hand down her back and rested it on the upper slope of her ass and said, 'I can't believe Sara would fuck my best friend.'"
"Oh, shit! You said fuck?"
"Yes. She doesn't flinch, but does hug back, so I add, 'The little slut gave him pussy she swore was mine and mine alone.'"
"You said fuck and pussy and she didn't flinch? Are you sure you went to the right house? Was she a tall woman, about five eight, a hundred and twenty pounds, and built?"
"That's her, barefoot and floppy tits, nice ass, and a great set of legs. She goes, 'Now, now, Stewart. That doesn't make her a slut. You could say she's weak, but aren't we all. Women are no different than men, you know. We love sex just as much as men do. We have needs and desires that husbands don't satisfy, even the best of them, even you, even Ben. If the right man comes along and there's little chance of getting caught, I think any woman would respond, any woman, even me with my daughter's handsome and very sexy husband.'"
"That horny fucking slut. God, I love it. What did you do next, Stewart, throw her down and fuck her?"
"No, I dropped both hands to her ass and pulled my hard-on into her mound. She hugged my chest to keep her tits mashed against me. I said, 'I just never thought Sara would fuck Barney.' She says, 'Why wouldn't you think that? He's a vulgar man. You saw what he did to her at the wedding. He as much said he intended to fuck her the first chance he got, and her reaction to that groping kiss was anything but a rejection.'"
"My Mom said fuck!"
"She sure did and that opened the flood gates. Let me finish what she said about that kiss at the wedding. She says, 'To me, it looked like she was trying to tell him he could fuck her any time and any place he felt like it. I mean, if she'd let him feel her up at her wedding right after taking you as her husband in front of God and everyone, where and when would she say no?'"
Sara said, "It wasn't that bad. Boy, they sure gave me shit about that kiss. She still brings it up when she wants to embarrass me. Maybe she was trying to turn me on. You know, now that I think of it, I'll bet she was. That kiss gets more vulgar every time she recounts it. She now has him feeling all inside my dress, groping in my crotch while I just stand there, holding the kiss, letting him have his way with my body. I never contradicted her because it did turn me on. I just figured she remembered what she wanted to see. This is great."
Stewart said, "Right after that, she says, 'He has a big cock between his legs. We all saw that. I'm sure he showed his cock to Sara many times, and I'm sure she sees it naked and throbbing. I don't see how any woman could resist that day after day, week after week, month after month for three years. They've probably been fucking for years I should think.'"
"Damn, she was trying to turn me on. I wonder why? I wonder where she was headed with that? I mean, what would she do with a turned on daughter?"
"If you'll just be quiet and listen, you'll know."
"All right, I'm all ears."
"Anyway, she goes on, 'You practically threw those two together. My daughter is a good girl, but she's no angel. She's a woman with a pussy between her legs. Nature dictates that she use her pussy for the purpose it was intended. We all have that primal urge to mate. Ben and I are surprised she hasn't turned up pregnant as long as this has been going on. We can't see a man like Barney using rubbers on her, and frankly, we can't see our daughter even asking.'"
"Oh fuck! Even Daddy knows! Stewart, if you're making this shit up, I'll be so pissed at you, and it will come out eventually. I can't believe my mother would say those things. This sounds more and more like one of your dumb male fantasies."
"Sara, I swear. This happened. It just now happened and everything is fresh in my mind. I am not adding or holding back. Shit, babe, my dick is still wet. Do you think I made that up, too?"
"I'm sorry, Stew, this is just so unexpected, so bizarre. This came right out of left field. I honestly had no clue they were like that. Wow, this is the ultimate. I am so thrilled. They know I'm committing adultery and they accept it. Hell, my mother is trying to get you to accept it. I love it!"
"Yes, and she tried harder and eventually came right out and said I should be a big man about this and look the other way, and if a pregnancy should result, to be a bigger man and accept the product of that relationship as my own. She said this with my cock in her hand and her robe opened down the front, rubbing the head of my dick on her clit."
"Damn, this just keeps getting better and better. Promise me you won't embellish or add anything. I need to know exactly what happened. Don't say anything just to turn me on. I can't get anymore turned on. I'll be in slut mode for the rest of the night. That's a firm promise."
"I'm sticking to the facts, Sara. You have my word."
Barney said, "So, when do you fuck the bitch?"
"I'm in no hurry. I know I'm going to get fucked. I wanted her to do everything just in case she felt remorse afterward. I didn't want her to ever think I took advantage of her. Hell, I even acted reluctant. She seduced me. She took off her robe, dropped down, and sucked my cock."
"My mother sucked a cock!"
"Your mother does a better slut act than you, Sara. When the cock sucking wasn't getting her anywhere, she laid back on the coffee table and made a beaver like you wouldn't believe. She opened those cunt lips wide and begged like a two-bit whore. Your old lady has a nice cunt, nice tits and great legs, too."
"She's only forty-one, Stew. Where do you think I got my body? So, did you put the horny slut out of her misery?"
"Sure did, and she's tighter than you."
"She's not getting the shit fucked out of her by a moose dick once a week."
"Yeah, and she offered to take care of my sexual needs from now on and she has your father's blessing to do that. She put it to me as a conditional tradeoff. She'd take care of me as long as I left you and Barney alone. They want you two to carry on in the open, and they want me to give you both my blessing. They want you to feel free to fuck Barney in bed with me if you get the urge to do that."
"Are you shitting me?"
"Not a bit. They'd like to see you and Barney acting like horny lovers. They want to see you out in public, at their house, hugging and kissing on each other. They'd like you to bring Barney to their house to fuck him. They want you to follow through on that scandalous act you put on at the wedding. You told everyone you were lovers, now they want to see lovers, and they want everyone else to see it, too. What's more, they want me powerless to do anything about it."
"Oh, this is beautiful. My parents are kinky."
"Here's the kinky part. You're going to love this. As a condition to getting pussy when I want it, I also have to give you my permission to conceive a child with Barney, and I have to wear rubbers while you're trying or abstain from vaginal sex altogether until you're pregnant."
"Stewart, you had to put that notion in her head. Don't try to bullshit me."
"I swear, Sara, that came right out of the blue. I never even mentioned the words pregnancy, baby, or bastard."
"Fantastic! She must have seen the picture."
"No, I had completely forgotten about the pictures. I never mentioned them to this point. I gave them to her right before I left--all ten. She fucking went nuts. She masturbated right then and there, came three times in ten minutes, and was still masturbating when I left. Your mom thinks you have a gorgeous pussy and your dad has been dying to fuck you since your were eight years old. Your mom said that when he sees those pictures, you're fucked, and she'll hold you down for him if she has to."
"Ummm, that could be fun--Mom holding me down for Daddy. I wish she'd done that when I was eight. So, Stewart, did you come clean and blab everything?"
"No, I said very little. All they know is that I caught you two fucking and snapped off ten pictures for proof. I didn't commit to her offer. I said I'd think about it. I figured you'd have something to say about where to go with this."
"Great! You did excellent, Stew, excellent. Okay, here's the deal, guys. I'll play your game though I still don't like it, but you have to play mine, actually, Mom and Dad's. Stewart, I want you to be difficult so they'll be forced to work on me to get you to come around."
"That might not work. They've wanted this for a long time and never gave you a clue."
"Things are different, now. She made a big move, and now they know they were right and have pictures to prove it. They'll do something. I want to see what they'll do and play off that, so the situation is, I'll play your game but you have to play mine, and when there's a conflict, mine wins. I doubt there will be many conflicts since the goals are so similar, but I expect minor ones to crop up."
Stewart said, "Hell, I'm game."
Barney said, "As long as I'm getting fucked, I don't give a rat's ass, but I want some of Mommy's pussy out of the deal."
"That won't be a problem, buddy. That bitch took one look at your schlong and went ga-ga."
Sara said, "Well, she'll have to come and get it. If you go to her, all deals are off. I want to see her beg and grovel. Maybe I can pick up some pointers. I'll see that she wants it. I'm sure she'll want to have a mother-daughter talk about this sooner or later. When it comes, I'll tell her what she has to do to get you to fuck her. You don't fuck any girl that won't grovel and beg."
Barney said, "I don't; never have; never will. A bitch wants Cyclops, she has to beg like a slut. That goes for the bitch's momma, too. It's a firm policy."
Sara said, "Yeah, well you just remember your policy and remember that the daughter of the momma bitch has to watch her momma beg, and then she has to guide your cock into her mommy's cunt and hold your balls while you fuck her. That has always been your policy, right?"
"Yeah, and she has to eat her mother's cunt after I pull out, eat it good, eat her till she cums, and then she has to eat her mother's cum. That's my new policy and I ain't backing off."
"I'll make sure she understands that. Surprised? Did you think I'd give you a hard time about that? Hell, I've fantasized eating pussy for years. I never thought about eating Mom's but pussy is pussy and a fucked pussy tastes like sperm, isn't that right, Stew?"
"Let's find out. Barn has a new woody."
Sara saw Barney's cock sticking up and rolled onto him, getting to her knees over it, giving Stew the fleas-eye view of a big cock entering a wet pussy. Sara laid her chest on Barney's chest, reached back with both hands, and made a better view. Looking back along her flank, she excitedly said, "Lick us while we fuck, Stew. Lick Barney's cock while it's fucking your wife's horny pussy ... ummm, yes ... oh, you nasty hubby. Lick us both, you sick puppy. Oh fuck yes!"
Sara brought her hands to Barney's head and cradled his ugly head for a deep soul kiss. She rarely kissed him, and rarely with real passion. This was a lover's passionate kiss and when it ended, Barney was smiling ear to tit ear. Sara hovered over his face and giggled. She said, "I'll fuck any man you want me to fuck as long as Stewart agrees to lick us while we fuck. Charge whatever you want. I'll be your whore on that condition, and I get fifty percent, just like we agreed. Deal?"
"You gotta deal, baby, but you ain't gettin' no strange cock till I get your ass pregnant."
"Oh, you meany. Not even my daddy's?"
"All right, but he'll have to pay the going rate and he'll have to do it with Stewart sucking on his nuts and licking his cock."
"Can't my own daddy get a daddy's discount?"
"It'll come out of your half if he does. Give up your cut and he can get pussy for ten bucks a pop."
"I'll give up half of my cut. Let's make it fifteen for Daddy. He can afford it. Oh, I just thought of something. My own daddy might get me pregnant. He could afford to match you cum for cum, and if I know my Stewart, he'll lick your cum out but leave my daddy's cum inside and just eat what leaks out. I wouldn't be at all surprised if he plugged my cunt with a cucumber and taped my thighs together with my hands tied behind my back so I can't wash it out. He'd make me soak in my own Daddy's semen. He's a very sick puppy, you know. It would be just like him to do something awful like that to a girl, especially if the girl is his wife."
Stewart took the hint, popped up, and said, "That's exactly what I plan to do." And then, he went back to licking two sexual organs having mutual orgasms and got gooey fuck splattered all in his face for the effort. When Sara rolled off and saw her husband's face, she burst out laughing. Barney lifted his weary head, took one look at Stewart with his wilting cock in Stewart's sucking mouth and said, "You are a sick jarhead. You know that don't you?" Stewart nodded with his mouth full.
Sara sat up next to Barney and they watched Stewart licking Barney's crotch. Sara cuddled into Barney's side, looked into his eyes and said, "You know, it might be fun pretending to be lovers. You're a good kisser."
"Thanks. That would be kinda neat for a change. I get tired of being called a scum ball. It would be great to walk around with a sexy doll like you on my arm making goo-goo eyes at me."
"Lady and the tramp."
"Thanks a lot."
"I said pretend. You're still an ugly scum ball, and don't ever forget that."
"Fuck you."
"I intend to. That's all you're good for. I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to leave you alone, then I'll fuck you even more. I'm not leaving your big cock alone until I know I have a baby growing in my womb, and I won't know that for sure until I've missed two periods. You're going to be sick of this game before I'm through with your nasty scum ball ass."
"Promises, promises. We'll see who wears out first, slut."
Sara smiled and laid her head on his shoulder, watching her hubby suck cock. A few pleasant minutes passed and she said, "So, where are you going to show me off besides the pool hall?"
"Everywhere, especially in places where people who know you hang out."
"You'd have to take me to church to do that."
"You think I won't?"
"No, and I don't think you'd behave yourself either. I don't think you'll let me wear any underclothes, and I know you can't keep your hands off me even though we're sitting beside my mother and father."
"The same church we used to go to?"
"The very same, the one we got married in."
"Hell, I'm game."
"So am I, and this time, I won't be the one to end the kiss no matter what. If you have the balls, go for it."
"I'll fuck your ass."
"I dare you. You don't have the balls to fuck a girl in church."
"I'll strip you naked and fuck you on your mother's lap, pull out, and cum in your mother's mouth."
"Talk is cheap, scum ball."
Stewart took his mouth of the dick to say, "Sara, he'll do it. Don't be talking that shit unless you're willing to go through with it."
"I am willing, and when Mom and Dad invite me and Barney to attend church with them, they're willing. We won't go unless we're invited, but if they're like you say they are, I think they'll invite. I think they'd love it. I think the congregation would love it. Well, most of them. The ones that don't love it can get up and leave. I know one thing, the pastor won't stop the service or do anything to interfere. He's been trying to fuck me since the age of four. I'll pay him a visit before the Sunday service and see that he has the incentive to keep on preaching no matter what."
Barney said, "You gonna fuck him?"
"I'll give him everything but, then promise him the rest after the service."
"You slut."
"Scum ball!"
"Dog fucker."
"Get me a dog and I'll show you dog fucker."
Stewart had to stop sucking again. "God damn, Sara. Would you fuck a dog?"
"Right now, I'd fuck a pack--suck and fuck. Get me a dog and keep him handy if you'd like to see your wife fuck a dog. Get me horny and I'll fuck a dog. I'll fuck him good and give you thirty minutes to draw a crowd, and if my parents are in the crowd, I'll get on my back, suck the mutt off, and swallow his load."
Barney and Stewart's eyes lit up. Barney said, "Hot damn, Buddy, we've got it made in the shade."
"Yeah, if we can ever get her this horny again."
Sara said, "Why don't I make it a promise so that I can't back out even when I return to normal."
"You'd never keep a promise like that and you know it."
"I would if I promised to keep all the promises I make regardless of my state of mind at the time."
"Would you do that and keep your word after you return to normal?"
"I'd feel more obligated to do so. I do know this, my tolerance level just went through the roof now that I know my parents love this. I won't have the same inhibitions or concerns that I had before. I'm game for anything, now. You guys would be fools not to take advantage. I expect you to, and I expect you to hold me rigidly to any promise I make or ever made. If you want me pulling trains, I'm your choo-choo--whooo whoo. Line up for free samples of slut pussy. Get it while it's hot."
The guys cracked up, giddy with success. They were home free. They finally got their Tarawa slut. Stewart said, "Okay, Sara, let's hear that promise to honor all promises."
Sara raised her right hand and swore, "I, Sara Connely, wedded wife of Stewart Connely, do solemnly swear to honor all promises made in the heat of passion till death do us part. How's that?"
"Great! Now, what promise would you make about the mutt? Make it good. Make it something that would kill you to have to honor. That'll be the test."
"Ummm, let's see. Okay, how about this? Have Barney get the dog. It'll be his dog. I am Barney's whore. Let's make that official right now. There, a promise. Now, as Barney's whore, I can refuse nothing. There's another promise. With those two promises, anything goes, not just with the dog, anything. Naturally, I can whine and plead, but whining and pleading only makes Barney hard and makes things worse. If we're in a public park with lots of people around and he tells me to fuck the dog and I whimper about it, I know he'll make me strip naked and suck the dog off."
Stewart said, "And you would do that, fuck a dog in public--seriously?"
"Not without whimpering first--seriously. I'm telling you guys, there is nothing I won't do, and I no longer give a fuck who sees or where it's done. If you want to keep me out of jail for public indecency, you'd best be careful where and when you give orders. Barney, you get carried away, and if you get too carried away, I'll get carried away, and neither one of you will get any pussy."
Barney said, "Public indecency is a misdemeanor in this county. It's a fine and not a bad one, usually fifty bucks. Cops don't really give a fuck. They just have to be seen doing something about it. They'll put you in the squad car in handcuffs, take you out somewhere, and fuck you. After they fuck you, they'll bring you home. If they have to charge you, the judge will talk to you in chambers. Fuck him, and you'll be fined fifty bucks. Fuck him good, and he'll throw it out."
Sara said, "In that case, get a dog with a big dick. Let's go all out, fuck it. There's just one thing. We need to wait on Mom and Dad. We have to bring them along and then it's all out. Get the dog first thing tomorrow, bring him back and make me fuck him. Right after that, Stewart, you get back to Mom and tell her of this latest development. Tell her Barney claimed me as his property, then to prove it, he made me fuck a dog right in front of you. Tell her I didn't even question his command. I just stripped, got on all fours, and let the dog screw me, and right after, I sucked Barney off and promised to be his whore right in front of you. That should get things going nicely, and I'm sure I'll be hearing from her right after. I am very curious to see how she reacts to that."
"I think she'll fucking love it."
"Let's hope so, because all my promises hinge on them liking this. If they like it, all of it, you guys have a full time slut on your hands."
Barney and Stewart left at seven in the morning in search of the perfect dog. They returned six hours later with a beast. He stood waist high to Sara on all fours and when they held him up on his hind legs, he towered over her with his dick between her tits. And what a dick it was.
The dog was a mixed breed, part Great Dane and part mastiff, a huge animal with a bare underbelly that made his massive endowment look even bigger than it was. He also looked obscene with balls that belonged on a bull. He was a dog that needed pants. Sara never saw such a dog and was amazed at the size of his shiny red cock that she stroked to full erection in no time at all. She had twelve inches out of the sheath and could push back on the sheath and expose six more inches of dog cock as thick as a baby's arm.
She said, "Fuck, I don't know if I can take this much cock. I don't know if any woman can. Where the hell did you find him?"
Stewart said, "We had to drive to Culver City. We told the guy at our pound what we were looking for. He told us about this dog they had at the pound in Culver City. He's been there for six months because they couldn't bear to put him to sleep and nobody wanted him. They told us he was bred to fuck human bitches, and the bitch that had him proved it. Her husband made her give him up but she still returns to the pound to fuck him. That's why they kept him around. She's no bigger than you, Sara. If she can do it, you can."
"Well, hell, I'm game, but how do I reach it? All fours won't work."
"She does it standing up, forward or backward, but you have to be braced on something. She said you don't want to lose your footing. You can control the depth of penetration if you can stay on your feet. If you assume the position, he knows what to do."
Looking around, she said, "Well, I guess I could lean back against the kitchen counter. Let him down. I want to see him start from scratch on his own."
Sara, already nude, took a leaning back position with her arms braced back on the counter and her feet firmly planted a few feet apart. She wiggled her pussy at him, saying, "Want some pussy, big fella, some nice human pussy?"
He did. He was up over her in seconds, with his front paws on the counter, blindly feeling for her hole with his cock. Sara had several inches of space between their bodies, so she assisted by catching and guiding it to the mark. As soon as he felt hole, he danced up and sent inch after inch up her cunt, making Sara swoon. She had nine inches inside her, still on straight legs, getting fucked, but that was all the cock she'd get without squatting.
She looked to Stewart and said, "I love it. He's so big and he's swelling up inside me."
"Get more."
Sara settled to her elbows and slowly let her knees bow out, slipping her pussy lower down the shaft until her cunt lips could feel the fur at the tip of his sheath. Under their encouraging words, she folded the sheath down three inches, but that was it for her and she was in a hard sweat when she next looked over to the masturbating men and said, "That's all I can take and he has swelled up so big inside, he can't possibly pull out. Feel right over my mound and you'll see what I mean."
Each felt the hard lump move under her skin. It felt like a baseball. Stewart declared, "God damn, Sara, you're hung up like a real bitch."
"Tell me about it. I feel like I've been impaled on a stake. I feel like the end is in my belly. He's pushing on my diaphragm. It's like someone is lightly poking me in the gut with two fingers. I feel like a real bitch."
Barney said, "I got news for you, Sara, you look like a real bitch."
"I can imagine. I thought dogs were faster."
Stewart said, "Not this one. He was trained to go slow. She said he takes twenty to thirty minutes to cum on average, and another ten to come down enough to pull out."
"You saw this woman?"
"No, I talked to her on the phone. She also told me he's trained to throat fuck."
"Throat fuck?"
"Yeah, he fucks you in the mouth and it goes down your throat. She said if you relax, it'll go right down, but his knot can't get inside your mouth, so he can only get the first half inside. That's about nine inches. She warned never to let him throat fuck you until his knot fully forms or you'd be stuck with his dick down your throat until it goes down."
"Shit, how do you breathe?"
"You don't if the knot forms once his cock is all the way in. You'll suffocate long before he cums. If you start after the knot forms, he can't get the knot past your mouth. He'll pull out enough to let you breathe, roughly every thirty seconds, but then he'll go back to fucking. She said take three deep breaths, then get ready. You don't want to be out of breath when he goes back in, because he'll wait thirty seconds regardless and he can't tell time."
"Jesus Christ!"
"She said the best position for throat fucking is on your hands and knees, because you can always break free if you have to. He'll mount you over your head with his front paws on your ass. You won't be able to back off because he'll follow, but you can end a throat fuck by turning your head and pushing at the dick. You just shake loose. You can then get in a fuck position."
"That's unbelievable. Did he ever cum in her mouth?"
"Sure, and he'll pull back for that so that you can suck on the end as he's squirting. He's a big cummer, so she said close your throat and let it run out of your mouth, or suck and swallow as fast as you can. She always swallowed but she said dog cum is an acquired taste."
Barney said, "You'll acquire it."
"I figured as much. God damn, this is good. I hope Mom and Dad are this kinky. I'd love to suck him off in front of them in that position, buck naked wearing a dog collar."
Barney said, "Yeah, with me holding your leash, ordering you to do it."
"Of course. I do whatever you say. I'm your whore. I'll explain that to them first, and then, I'll take orders. I'll show them what a good whore I am for you. They'll be so proud of their little girl. I'll bet afterward, they both come up and pet me and tell me what a good whore I am and what a good bitch I make. I'll wag my ass like a happy little bitch. God, I hope it goes like that. I do love being a happy little bitch. You're such a good doggie ... yes you are. Hey, what's his name?"
"Rover."
"Rover. How original. I think Rover is about to cum. Oh god, yes. Fuck me, Rover! Yeah, baby, fuck your bitch. OH FUCK! He's flooding my cunt! AHHH ... OHHH ... Ugh, YES! Oh GOD! Fill me up, puppy ... Oh, Stewart, I'm full of cum. I'm bloated with cum. Feel. I've got cum running out my ears, feels like."
"You are bloated, and none is leaking out."
"How could it? I'm plugged solid. When that plug goes down, look out. I can feel it going down. You'd better get your head out of there, or are you that sick?"
"I won't know till I try it."
Sara looked to Barney and said, "I hope he acquires the taste."
Barney said to Sara, "You're a sick puppy."
"I must be. He's licking at my stuffed pussy and I love it. Say, Stewart, are you tasting anything, yet?"
"A little. It's not bad."
"Good, get it all. I don't want to make a mess if we can help it. He's gone way down. You must be getting plenty, now. I can feel it leaking out."
"Umph ... ugh ... yeah ... ugh ... it's ... starting ... to pour ... out."
"Don't talk with your mouth full, just keep licking. Get ready, Stewart. He wants down. Are you ready?"
"Yumph ..."
"Okay, Rover. Down boy."
Rover went with the push and Stewart quickly replaced the exiting cock with a tight mouth seal, looking straight up her front over her bald mound. Sara was looking down at the man sucking on her beaver. She rolled her pelvis saying, "Yes, honey, eat that dog fuck out of me. Yes, you're a good hubby. You keep your wife's pussy nice and clean even after a dog fucks her. Umm, eat all that yummy dog fuck out of your wife's pussy. Show Barney what a good hubby you'll be for his whore, his bitch whore. Take your time. Eat slow. Don't be a cum glutton. Make it last. Sip, don't gulp."
At the pace Sara set, it took Stewart thirty minutes to clean her pussy, but he didn't mind and she sure didn't. She patted him on the head for his effort and he wiggled his butt. They all had a good laugh then sat down to discuss what he'd tell Ruth, Sara's mom. Ben was still fishing.
Sara was on pins and needles awaiting Stewart's return. He took over an hour again and returned with a wet dick again. Sara took that as a good sign and happily licked and sucked him clean before getting in a good masturbation position to hear all about it.
The guys sat on the bed at Sara's spread as she reclined against the headboard, saying, "Okay, start at the beginning."
"As you know, I called first, so she knew I was coming. She answered the door in her birthday suit and pulled me in. Though she didn't know what this visit was about, she attacked me, dropped my pants, pushed me against the wall, and sucked me off."
"I love it."
"Yeah, it was good. After she got my load and slowly swallowed, she wanted me naked and stripped me. We went to the sofa and got comfortable. I just sat there. She turned my way and played with my dick with her arm around my neck. She said, 'Well, Stewart, have you thought over our offer? Are you ready to surrender your wife to Barney unconditionally?'"
"Unconditional surrender? That wasn't the deal last night."
"I know, and I brought that up. She explained that Ben called to report in right after I left, and he wanted an unconditional surrender, a forfeiture of all rights by marriage in exchange for all the sex I want from Ruth."
"Sounds fair to me."
"I told her it was now a moot point, then I explained how Barney claimed you and then I described how he ordered you to suck off the dog, and how you went right to your hands and knees. I described the throat fuck so I hope you can do it."
"I tried it while you were gone. I can do it. It wasn't easy, but I got the hang of it. Okay, so what was her reaction?"
"She climbed on and fucked me like a mad woman. I had to tell her about it while she fucked me. I'll bet she came eight times in thirty minutes, and when I explained how you sucked on that mutt's spewing dog cock, she fucking went berserk."
"OH GOD!"
"Sara, your mother and father are huge fans of bestiality involving you going way back. It's their favorite fantasy and you sucking off a dog is their all-time favorite. They never imagined a dog like Rover. I had to describe his cock over and over again. She is dying to see you and Rover in action. She's going to pop in and hope something happens. She could pop in at any time."
"Okay, you stay dressed just in case she does. Just close the bedroom door with me, Barney, and the dog inside. Bang on the door and tell me my mother is here. I'll make her wait. Actually, Barney will make her wait. When he finally lets me go to her, I'll go out in a slinky wrap, looking fucked and guilty. Hopefully the dog will follow and do some crotch licking. By the way, that mutt can't get enough twat licking."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. If he does that in front of her ... well, just imagine it. Anyway, Barney, I want you to stay in the bedroom. Just to let her know you're in here, yell out something like, 'Hey, bitch, bring me a beer.' After I hop to and bring you a beer, I'll throw something on and Mom and I will go for a drive to have that mother/daughter talk. When we get back, if all goes well, you get some Mommy pussy, and I'll get throat fucked to orgasm. I hope he'll be ready by then."
Barney said, "Sounds like a plan."
Stewart said, "Can I make a suggestion I know she'll like?"
"Sure, what?"
"Have Barney throw open the bedroom door then let her see him force you out naked followed by the dog. While you keep her waiting, get the dog fully hard. Try to hide your nakedness while fending off the horny dog. She'd love it."
"All right, we'll do it that way, but I have to look eager to get away. I won't be able to go back in the bedroom. I'll need something I can put on. Why don't you have your shorty bathrobe out there hanging on a kitchen chair? I'll throw that on and have you control the dog so we can get away. That'll leave me almost naked in the car with her for the talk. Forget the beer thing, Barney. If she sees you push me out, that's enough."
Stewart said, "I think I heard a car pull in the driveway."
"Places, everyone. Stewart, get the robe."
It was Ruth, and the pounding on the bedroom door came seconds later, "Sara, your mother's here to see you."
"I'll be out in a few minutes."
After yelling this, Sara returned to coaxing another erection from the dog. Fortunately, she didn't suck him to a climax when she tried throat sucking, and it had now been three hours since the first. He came out easy, all the way out, an impressive load under the belly. Sara stood back with Barney and looked at it. She shook her head and said, "Damn, that's vulgar. I guess I'm ready. I hope you can act. Tell me to get my ass out there in a loud voice and we'll take it from there."
In the living room, facing the bedroom door, Ruth sat excitedly beside Stewart. He had to keep pushing her hands out of his crotch, acting worried that Sara might come out without warning and see. Ruth said, "Are they fucking?"
"Who knows. They have the dog in there with them. I would imagine something's going on."
"This is so exciting. She must be dying of embarrassment right now."
"I'm sure she is. I'm sure he's detaining her. She might be hung up with the dog."
"That's delicious. Can you imagine having to wait for a dog's dick to go down with your mother waiting on you?"
Then they heard, "God damnit, I said get your ass out there!"
"No, please, Barney. My mother's out there. Barney, no, please God!"
And then the door flew open and Sara was thrust out, almost falling, and then the dog walked out swinging that monster schlong under his belly. Ruth sat with her mouth open as Sara cowed away, trying to hide her naked body from her mother and then the dog as he nosed her hard in the crotch and lapped the entire area between her legs, hand and all.
She backed away until she encountered the wall. Her mother was up off the sofa and coming up on her side just as the dog jumped up and pinned Sara to the wall. This wasn't part of the plan but worked out nicely because it looked so realistic. Hell, it was real. Sara was truly trying to control him and wasn't doing very well. His dick hit her dead center on the first attempt and went in to the nine-inch mark.
While getting humped, Sara cried, "Stewart, help me! Get him off."
Stewart pulled hard on his collar, but Rover didn't pull easy. Ruth was simply transfixed, watching the dog cock go in and out of her daughter's pussy. Sara gave her mother a good view by twisting and squirming, all the while imploring Stewart to pull harder.
He pulled harder and Sara managed to twist free but found herself facing the wall with paws pressed on her shoulder blades, pinning her to the wall again. And again, the cock found its mark, only now her face was turned away from her mother, so Ruth got down and moved in for a closer look, signaling Stewart not to pull so hard while Sara told him just the opposite.
Ruth was soon on her hands and knees with one hand in her panties with her face as close to the scene as she dared. She kept getting closer and closer until the dog's haunches hit her and bumped her face against the back of Sara's leg near the top.
Sara smiled when she felt this, knowing her mother's face wasn't a foot from her pussy with a fantastic view of bestiality starring her number one actress. Sara had ten inches of dog cock working her twat in a hard humping six-inch stroke with the swollen knot bumping hard against the mouth of her pussy on the in-stroke.
It was too late to get the knot in even if she squatted, so Sara played the unwilling victim to the hilt, and kept getting bumped by her mother's face. The scene she found herself in was almost comical. Hell, it was comical and she almost laughed. Her poor mother simply could not control herself, got in too far, and repeatedly got her head butted against a butt.
Her mother moved out and around the right leg to the front, squeezing in between the leg and the wall. Sara soon felt feminine fingers exploring the area of penetration. She also felt her mother's cheek against her inner thigh and breast against her leg.
Sara told Stewart to let him finish, then she relaxed her struggles and stepped wider. Her mother's fingers now explored her pussy, feeling along the shaved lips, the bald mound, the clit and inner lips that rode on a plunging cock, feeling her bare ass and soft inner thighs, running her hand up Sara's front to play with her tits and tweak the nipples, then returning to the pussy just in time for the dog's climax.
This time, the dog could pull out right after and did. Ruth's hand was gripping the dog's cock, up against the pussy, so her hand got drenched as the cock slipped through.
Sara remained in place, waiting for her mother to move, but Ruth was in no hurry and wiped her hand on Sara's inner thighs, doing a cum smear the way God intended. You need a lot of cum for a good cum smear and Ruth had a lot, smearing both inner thighs from crotch to knee. She got more and smeared Sara's belly, more and smeared both tits. Between smears, she dallied in the soupy twat with four fingers inserted. She'd gather fuck and find a dry place to smear it. It occurred to Sara that her mother and her husband shared a kink. Her mother did it better, but then she had so much more to work with and softer fingers.
After several long minutes of cum smearing, she got up and went into the kitchen. Sara turned to face Stewart. She gave him a big smile and made a face of ecstasy. She then went to the robe, threw it on without the belt, and met her mother returning from the kitchen, saying, "Mom, hurry, let's go someplace and talk."
Sara got in her Mom's car and they headed to Simpson Park, a quiet place a few blocks away. Sara looked and acted mortified, sitting on her right side with her legs drawn up tight, looking out the passenger side window, tugging at the short hem of Stewart's robe.
Ruth was looking at an enticing display of sticky naked haunch. She could even see the slimy bottom leg and inner thigh with a long drool of dog cum sliding down the curve of thigh to the seat. Sara felt it and felt her mother's eyes watching it. She tugged at the hem, and said, "God, this is so embarrassing, Mother."
"We all knew this was coming, Sara."
"You knew he'd mate me to a dog?"
"He's the type. We just wondered what took him so long."
"You've been expecting this all along?"
"Yes, Sara. We knew it would come to this one day. We knew at the wedding when you gave yourself to him so shamelessly. Honey, you could not have said 'please make me your whore' any clearer if you'd shouted it at the top of your lungs. Ever since the wedding, your father and I have always thought of you as Barney's whore, first, and Stewart's wife, second. Everyone else at your wedding and most of the town think the same thing."
Sara uncurled, sat straight in the seat, and turned her head to face her mother. The robe had parted to expose her naked pussy and they both looked at it. Sara made no move to cover herself and allowed her legs to drift apart so her slit showed as she said, "My being Barney's whore doesn't seem to bother you."
"We adjusted to that reality years ago. Our only child is Barney's whore. We fully accept that and all the ramifications that go with it."
They were now parked and Ruth turned to face Sara and looked openly at her pussy and the finger now stroking through the slimy slit. She reached over and pulled the robe off the hip, then pushed the other side off, then moved the edges outside both gooey tits.
Sara went with this bold move, turned to fully face her mother, then leaned back against the door while making a big beaver, bringing both hands into it to play in the messy groove, saying, "Do you think he has the right to breed me to his dog like a bitch?"
"Yes, we do. He has every right to do with you as he pleases. If he wants you to sexually service his animal, that's where your duty lies."
"Do you support him?"
"Absolutely, and your father is in full agreement on this." Ruth reached out and inserted two fingers deep in Sara's cunt, saying, "Now that you see what your impulsive act has led to, do you have any regrets?"
"No, not if you and Daddy can accept this."
"Honey, we not only accept this, we approve. Your father was just about to the point of going to Barney and asking him to bring this relationship out in the open. Everyone knows you're Barney's slut in that house. He brags all over town. We've heard how you beg for his cock. It's no secret and we got over the shame two years ago. Now, we want this done openly and honestly, and we'd like everyone to see what they've been thinking."
"Do you want them to see me being screwed by a dog?"
"Yes, does that surprise you?"
"Yes, but pleasantly so. I could be a very good bitch for Barney if that's what you'd like me to be."
"We'd like that very much. We have long thought you'd make an excellent bitch, and now that I've seen for myself, we were right. You have a beautiful bitch pussy between your legs, Sara. Open it up for me. Show me your bitch pussy, Sara."
Sara pulled her lips wide and watched her mother's fingers toy with the pink parts, still with two fingers inserted deep. Ruth said, "Yes, this is a lovely bitch pussy, marvelous, and Barney found the perfect dog for it. I must thank him properly for finding such a fine mate for my little girl."
"If you want to thank him properly, he'll make you beg."
"Do you think that's beneath me, to beg for a man's cock?"
"Would you?"
"Yes, I'll beg with my legs wide and my cunt pulled open."
"You'll have to beg with me present. He'd insist."
"I'd want you present."
"Well, then, I'm sure he'll let you thank him properly. There's just one thing. When he's done, he'll make me eat your pussy till you cum, then I'll have to lick up your cum."
"OH! Well, that's between you and Barney. If he tells you to do that, I certainly won't object."
"Why don't we go back and thank him."
"Before we do, we have something to discuss. I'd like to give your father a surprise gift when he gets back this evening. He doesn't know about any of this. All he knows is that we have proof that you are fucking Barney. Stewart delivered some very revealing pictures just yesterday. Were you aware that he came to see me?"
"No, I didn't even know he had pictures."
"He does. I have them now. Here's what I'd like to do. Your father's favorite fantasy is that Barney does just what he did today, stakes his claim on you, only he doesn't stop with Stewart. He brings you to our house and demonstrates to us the control he has over you and makes us accept him as your owner with the right to do as he pleases with you, to include impregnating you. After seeing all the filthy things he can make you do simply by issuing a command, we agree, then hold you down while he plants his seed in your womb. We both swear to serve him as assistants in your sexual enslavement, so on and so forth. There's a lot of silly themes that branch from that, and they get sillier and stupider as they go along. Anyway, I'd like to make that fantasy come true."
"Sounds kinky but fun."
"Yes, it has been fun and it has kept our sex life rich and exciting. We never seriously thought anything like that might actually happen, and we never imagined Barney would stake his claim with a dog. That was too farfetched to contemplate, although dogs do figure prominently in the fantasy as things progress and get nasty. If Barney were to show up with you and the dog, then demonstrate his control by ordering you to suck off that beast, and you get right down and do it, even swallowing his sperm, well, your father would just die. He would just absolutely keel over and die."
Sara laughed and said, "Well, let's kill him. I'll work out something with Barney and we'll be there at eight. I'll make it good, and he'll never know you were in on it."
"Great! I'd like this to catch him right out of the blue. You have no idea how much we both love this fantasy. Ever since the wedding, it's all we think about, our darling angel turned mutt slut."
"I warped you, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did. From that day on, we've gone straight down hill. I dare say we qualify as perverts, both of us. We've spent a small fortune on some very raunchy pornography, and we've even done some wife swapping, quite a bit lately."
"I'm glad. Perverts have more fun."
"I'd like to lick your cunt, Sara."
"That's perverted, mother. My cunt is full of dog cum, but I suppose, being a pervert, you prefer it that way."
Ruth smiled as her head went into Sara's beaver and lapped over all the messy pink parts. Sara rolled her loins under the lapping tongue and said, "Do you like the taste of my bitch pussy, Mother?"
"Ummm, yes."
"Would you like me to do this to you tonight as a warmup?"
"Suck the dog first."
"Would you like me to suck Daddy off or fuck him?"
"Suck him and fuck him. Have him cum in your pussy."
"I will, but it'll cost him fifteen bucks. Barney is selling my pussy for twenty bucks a pop. Fifteen is the daddy discount."
"So, your father can have you anytime he wants?"
"For fifteen dollars, yes. That's fifteen each time, not fifteen one time."
"I know how it works. So our baby is a real whore besides being a real bitch."
"Do you approve of that, too?"
"Of course we do, and your father will be elated at this news. He'll be your best customer."
"He'll be my only customer until I get pregnant. Daddy is the only man allowed to cum in my pussy besides Barney. Stewart has to lick and suck all of Barney's cum out each time, so Daddy has a good chance of knocking me up."
"Oh God, Sara, I love this. I absolutely love this. He'll love this. Has Stewart ever licked Barney's cum from your pussy?"
"He does, now. He's not happy about having to do that so he said that after Daddy cums in my pussy, he's going to plug my cunt with a cucumber, tape my thighs together, and tie my hands behind my back so that I can't wash his sperm out and have to let my womb soak in my father's sperm. Barney said he could do that."
"OH FUCK, SARA!"
"Mommy, are you masturbating?"
"No, I'm frigging my fucking cunt, you dog sucking whore!"
"Mommy, your language!"
"Uhhh, Ahhhh ... Oh yes, so good. I'm cumming, Sara. Mommy's cumming while licking your bitch pussy ... ugh, so good."
Sara smiled and let her mother come down from her orgasm before saying, "You really have no shame, do you Mother?"
"I must have a tiny bit, because I didn't lick your pussy while the dog was fucking it. I almost did. I wanted to."
"I could tell. I was thrilled. I thought you were going to. You certainly had no qualms about feeling me up and smearing me up."
"Did you like that?"
"I loved it. Why do you think I told Stewart to let the dog finish as I spread my legs wider?"
"I missed that. All I saw was dog cock and the sexiest pussy I ever saw getting fucked by it. Sara, your father will just die, just keel over and die. Be a good bitch tonight."
"I will be the best bitch ever. You'll see. Well, are you ready to thank Barney, now?"
"Yes. More than that, I'm ready for you to suck his cum out of my cunt. That's one of my biggies. I fantasize that Barney orders me to train you to be a good cunt sucker, and I throw myself into the task. When I have you, your face is wedded to my cunt, and I even make you suck and swallow my piss. Isn't that awful?"
"That's kinky, Mother. Are you going to piss in my mouth while I'm eating you after Barney fucks you?"
"I would never actually do that, Sara. That's just a crazy fantasy. Sometimes, the craziest, silliest things are a huge turnon in fantasy. Anything goes in fantasy. You can just let your imagination run wild. Ben taught me that and just in the past few years. I'll bet I hadn't masturbated ten times from the time I first did it until your wedding. Now, ten times is a good day. I'm serious. I love frigging off and fantasizing."
"Barney would love it if you pissed in my mouth."
"Oh, I couldn't do that. You wouldn't want me to do that, would you?"
"Of course not. That's sick, but it doesn't matter what I want or don't want. I'm just a whore. If you want to properly thank Barney, you should think only of his desires."
"Of course. What was I thinking. He would like that, wouldn't he--a mother pissing in her daughter's mouth while she had to eat her pussy after a fuck? What an awful thing for a mother to do to her child. Yes, I must do that or I can't call myself a pervert."
"I would think so."
"Oh, absolutely, and I must do that when you eat me in front of your father, otherwise, he'll think I'm not one of them, a fellow pervert."
"We wouldn't want him to think that."
"We're going to make an awful mess, you know?"
"Not if I swallow every drop."
"No, you wouldn't--would you?"
"Yes, otherwise I'll make a mess and get a beating, and I wouldn't dream of soiling your nice sofa."
"No, you can't let one drop of my piss reach the sofa. I'm sorry, dear, but you have no choice but to swallow all of my piss, even the dribbles at the end. You'll have to thoroughly lick my pussy to be sure you get it all."
"I will, I'll lick and lick and lick until nothing comes out for several minutes."
"You're a good girl, Sara, a great whore, and an excellent bitch. We are so proud of our little girl."
"Thank you, Mom. A daughter is never too old to hear words of praise from her parents."
They had a good laugh, a good hug, then returned to properly thank Barney. After Ruth thanked Barney's brains out, she made a wide messy spread for Sara. The guys were on the edges of their seats in anticipation of this epic event in a slut's life, the day she goes down on her own mother, something all sluts aspire to do, and to look at Sara go into that beaver, this was a big day in her life. To look at Ruth, it was a bigger day.
Ruth sat low in a big stuffed chair, almost lying in it. She had her legs drawn back and bent at the knees. She rested her forearms on the backs of her thighs, held her cunt lips wide with fingertips lined down each shaved cunt lip, and stared intently at her daughter's approaching face.
The first lapping lick through the wide oval slit made Ruth swoon, and follow-up laps put a wiggle in her hips. The tonguing of her fuck hole drove her wild, and the sucking of her clit made her piss. The guys almost shit when they saw piss hit Sara in the face and she glued her mouth to the piss hole and began sucking and swallowing like mad.
This launched them from their chairs and they took kneeling positions on either side of Sara, pushing back and out on Ruth's thighs, bringing her pussy up and opening the plane of her crotch. Ruth made continuous relief moans, leaving no doubt she was relieving her bladder in Sara's mouth, but without that, Sara left no doubt that she was sucking and swallowing a heavy flow, trying to keep up. The guys were speechless, and their intense interest and fascination sparked Ruth to say, "Swallow all of my piss, Sara. Don't spill a drop."
When the flow slowed to a trickle, Sara unglued her mouth and slurped. When the trickle slowed to a dribble, she began lapping. Ruth could be seen straining out the dribbles for Sara to lap up, and Sara concentrated her licks right on the piss hole, and when no more came, even under a hard strain, Sara used her fingers to peel back the hooded clit, exposing the urethra and bringing it out where she pursed her lips over it and nursed. The guys were awed, dumbstruck, and Ruth said, "Suck out every drop, Sara."
Sara nursed for a few minutes, then fastened her mouth over the large clit and sucked hard. She brought her mother to a thrashing orgasm in under a minute, then rode out her orgasm for another minute, then dropped down to her mother's fuck hole and devoured her spend in deep-probing, wall-swabbing, womb-lapping, deep-delving sucks, then dropped to her asshole and tongue-fucked her ass, then licked her mother from tail bone to belly button, doing both inner thighs, then going over the pussy thoroughly, leaving Ruth in a cross-eyed stupor.
Sara knew she did great and leaned over her mother to solicit praise. Ruth slowly returned to Earth, saw Sara's smiling face, grabbed her by the head and said, "Do that for your father tonight. Don't change a thing, just like that. He'll die, just keel over and die."
Sara laughed and said, "I'll do better. Drink lots of fluids."
"Oh, I plan to down a six pack from seven to eight on a full bladder. I'll be bursting when you start. I'm going to drown you in piss. Don't worry about the damn sofa. I don't want you to catch it all. Let's make it messy."
Sara laughed again. Her mother was so funny to her like this. She loved it. Sara helped her mother up and they hugged, then they kissed, then they swapped spit the way lovers do, dueling with their tongues. Stewart and Barney sat back smugly and absorbed the sight, certain it would dissolve into a sixty-nine at their feet.
As usual, they were wrong. The ladies went into the bedroom with the dog and locked the door. They stayed in the bedroom for two hours, making the kind of noise that drives curious males nuts.
All they were doing in there was making noise that drove curious males nuts, letting the dog get some rest, and talking about fantasies, experiences, sexual likes and dislikes, and controlling men with sex. In two hours, Sara told Ruth everything, held nothing back, and Ruth did likewise. When they parted at the front door at six o'clock, they were in perfect sync and understood each other to a T. They parted best friends and lovers.
Sara returned from the door and told Stewart to go buy her a collar and a leash, then she took Barney into the bedroom and grilled him on his role to be played out in her parents' house at eight o'clock. His role wasn't difficult. Basically, he had to be himself but follow Sara's script, a script Ruth helped write. They didn't have much time as Sara needed to get pretty and wear a fancy dress with all the trimmings: bra, panties, slip, stockings, and garters with high heels. She had to look her Sunday best, so she talked while getting ready.
At seven thirty, Stewart arrived with the collar and leash--black velvet. He placed the collar around her neck and snapped on the leash. Barney took the leash. Stewart stood back to take in the full picture and grabbed his crotch, saying, "Fuck, what a picture! Sara, you look fantastic, and that collar ... shit, it stands out so dramatically. I mean, it screams bitch, sex slave, owned woman, and with Barney holding the leash, it begs an explanation, like what the fuck does he have on that bitch."
"Well, that's the look we're after, so we did good. Okay, Barn. Are you ready? Do you remember the order of things?"
"I got it, already."
"And your speech?"
"Yeah, yeah."
"Look, if you blow this, I'll find myself another pimp, one who can follow simple instructions."
"Don't threaten me. You're my whore. You gave your word. You promised."
"I'll unpromise, and that's not a threat, it's a fucking promise, you dumb scum ball."
"Damnit, Stewart, can't you control your wife?"
"No. God damnit, Barney, don't give her a hard time when she's going along. This is important to her. We give her this; she gives us what we want. Why do you have to fucking complicate this? Play the fucking game, damnit!"
"You fuckers play so many damn games, I don't know up from down. I just want some god damn pussy when I want it."
Sara got in close and softly said, "Then learn to play the game. Get this through your thick skull, Nimrod. You would never get pussy if you didn't play the game. You can't get pussy when you want it unless you pay for it, and you're always broke. The only way you get pussy is if I give you some, and I refuse to give you any pussy unless you play my game."
"I got your mother."
"I gave you my mother. I set it up. You wouldn't have gotten her on your own. You've had three years to try and been horny most of those three years. Write this down on the inside of your right wrist so that when you jack off you can read it. You do not get pussy unless I give you pussy, and I won't give you pussy unless you play my game. Got it?"
"All right. I got it."
Sara turned to Stewart and said, "Stew, I'm going to be gone for a week. You can visit me at Mom and Dad's, but I'll be in training. I'd prefer you stayed away for this week. You two will have to fend for yourselves but Mom will stop by to give you sex. Knowing her, she'll bring meals. I'm sure she'll take good care of you guys. She knows you eat cum, so pig out. Barney, get my bag."
"You get the bag. You're the one wearing the collar, bitch."
Sara picked up her travel bag and threw it into Barney's arms, saying, "Carry my fucking bag, asshole! I'll carry it when we get there, and don't tug on my leash till we get there. Give me that damn thing."
She yanked the leash from his hand and stormed out. Barney looked to Stewart and said, "Your wife is a bitch."
"She will be if you get your head out of your ass. Remember what she said. She gives you pussy. She has always given you pussy. She may not always give you pussy. You have to play the game, Barn."
On the way out he said, "All right, all right, I'll play the fucking game. I just wish she'd stop changing the fucking rules."
Sara went over the game plan one more time on the way over and had him recite his speeches twice. When they pulled into her parents' driveway, they were ready. They stepped from the car and let Rover out of the back. Sara had a leash; he didn't. Sara also carried her bag and got tugged along. She was looking somber and frightened, humiliated and terribly ashamed, mostly cowed, humble, beaten down, a slave to a pervert. Her father answered the door.
Ben took in the scene--Sara, Barney, collar, leash, dog--MALE DOG--and his eyes grew like saucers. He called out, "RUTH, GET OUT HERE!"
He opened the door wide, admitting them, dog and all. Sara struggled on in with the bag, getting jerked by the leash. Barney smacked her with the leash and told her to stand up straight and stick her chest out.
"RUTH, GET IN HERE!"
Ruth came running and ran into Rover who was exploring the new digs. She folded over his back and got carried six feet before she found footing and got off. She looked startled, stood back, looked at Sara standing at attention, holding a travel bag, wearing a collar, then came into the living room and stood quietly at Ben's side as Barney said, "Sit down on the couch. I have something to explain to you." Sara hung her head.
Barney smacked her chest with the leash and told her to hold her head up and stick her tits out. He whipped her ass for good measure, saying, "I told you to keep your tits sticking out, didn't I?" He grabbed her bodice and tore it down to her waist, taking the bra and slip with it. "There, now your tits are sticking out." He pinched her left nipple and twisted hard, making her wince but not cry out. "You'll stick these titties out now, won't you, bitch?" She nodded hard while biting her lower lip. Real tears formed.
Ben sat in stunned awe, gripping Ruth's knee. She had her hand on his and squeezed at all the good parts as he squeezed her knee at all the good parts. They both had the same good parts.
Barney took her bag and tossed it, then turned to Ben and Ruth and said, "I'm here to tell you that your daughter is my whore. I don't care who she's married to or who her parents are, this bitch belongs to me. She's not your daughter anymore, she's my whore. She does what I tell her to do. She doesn't listen to you unless I tell her she can. If you want to continue to see her, you'll do so by my rules, understand?"
Both nodded. He went on, doing surprisingly well, saying, "You will not address her by the name you gave her. You will only address her by one of the names I use: slut, whore, bitch, cunt. You'll use those terms because that's what she is. Mommies have the most difficult time adjusting to this, so Ruth, I want you to come up here and prove to me that you know how to treat a slut, whore, bitch, cunt."
Ruth got up and rounded the coffee table, coming up on Sara's right. Barney was on her left and said, "Impress me, Ruth. Let me see you treat her as I want her treated. Impress me or you'll never see her again."
Ruth looked unsure, confused, though her part was well-rehearsed. She timidly said, "You are a slut."
"Oh, come on, Ruth. Put some feeling in it. She's a slut. You hate sluts. You didn't raise your only daughter to be a slut. Slap her when you say that. Let her know how you feel about her becoming a slut."
Ruth hesitated, then lightly slapped Sara's face and yelled, "YOU SLUT."
"I'm not impressed."
She slapped the other side harder, yelling louder, "YOU FILTHY WHORE!"
"Better, but I'm still not impressed."
She started getting into it, grabbed Sara's right nipple and twisted hard to help with the tears, saying, "YOU FILTHY CUNT!" She grabbed the other one and twisted, "YOU FUCKING BITCH!" She slapped both tits as she yelled, "YOU GOD DAMN TRAMP."
Tears flowed down Sara's face as she pretended to sob. Ruth continued slapping face, titties, hurling invectives one after the other while hitting harder, making red areas appear. Barney said, "Rip her clothes off. Strip the bitch naked."
Ruth tore into Sara's clothes, ripping and tearing, jerking Sara around as material resisted. Ben had a hard-on he was pressing on with both hands. Ruth circled Sara, ripping at shreds of material while slapping at bare flesh until Sara was down to panties, garter belt, nylons, and heels. She ripped off the garter belt and the hosiery fell to Sara's knees. She got down and removed the heels and hose, then reached up and yanked the panties down and ripped them apart at Sara's knees.
She circled her naked daughter, calling her filthy names, then came around front, grabbed her by the cunt, raised her to her toes, and yelled in her face, "YOU ARE A FILTHY FUCKING, BITCH WHORE, A SLUT, A CUNT, AND I WILL NEVER LET YOU FORGET THAT, BITCH!"
"All right, Ruth, you passed, but just barely. Sit down. Ben, just tell her what your new name for her will be."
Rover wandered over, saw a naked bitch, and began licking her between her legs, getting a rapid erection that emerged from the sheath like a red snake that just kept coming, fascinating Ben. He stared for the longest time as his daughter offered her beaver to the dog's tongue. When Ben saw her do that, he said, "BITCH!"
"Good choice. You don't know how right you are. Would you like to see this bitch suck off a dog?"
Ben looked to Ruth and got a nod, then said, "Yes, I'd like to see that."
"Bitch, suck off my dog. Get on the coffee table on your elbows and knees and show your parents what a good bitch you are. If you can't inspire them to masturbate, I'll take a belt to your ass."
Sara got on the table and assumed the all-fours position with her head centered between parents. The dog, seeing the suck position, came around and climbed up, placing his paws on her rump and his dick in her face. Sara licked at the angry slab of bobbing dog cock until the knot fully formed, then captured the dick in her mouth; then, getting settled on her forearms, readied for the lunge down her throat.
When that long slab of dog cock went sliding into his daughter's mouth and down her throat, Ben got his dick out and began jerking off. Ruth shucked her panties and joined him. They watched their daughter get fucked in the mouth, fucked in the throat, and they couldn't have had a better view. Still, they leaned forward to make it even better.
Ruth placed her hand on Sara's throat and said, "Feel her throat, Ben. You can feel the dog's cock moving in the bitch's throat."
Ben timidly reached and felt just as Rover took his first breather and Sara sucked three deep breaths. He felt the cock come sliding back in, then looked to Ruth in amazement as the cock resumed it's two-inch stroke. Ruth said, "Feel her tits. Go on. She's a whore. Feel anything you want. She's not your daughter anymore; she's Barney's whore. Not only that, she's a slut for his mutt. She's a mutt slutt, Ben. Finger-fuck her bitch cunt. Go ahead. Show him how you'll treat her from now on."
To punctuate her statement, Ruth hauled off and slapped Sara's ass hard, yelling, "SUCK THAT DOG'S COCK, YOU BITCH WHORE." She slapped again and yelled, "SUCK THAT DOGGIE DICK, YOU FUCKING MUTT SLUT!"
Ben felt Sara's hanging tits, then reached around her ass with his other hand and felt her pussy. He grew more comfortable treating Sara like a whore. Soon, he fingered her ass and pussy while tweaking her nipples, and Sara said, "Doesn't she make a better whore than she ever did a daughter? She never did a damn thing for us as a daughter except make us horny."
"Yeah, this is nice. Suck that dog's cock, bitch. Suck it good."
Ruth hauled off and landed another stinging slap, yelling, "YOU HEARD YOUR FATHER. EAT THAT MUTT'S DICK, YOU FUCKING SLUT!"
Ben felt Sara's throat again as Ruth brought a slimy hand from her cunt and smeared the slime under Sara's nose and on her lips. Ben was awed. His wife was having no trouble adjusting, none whatsoever, totally uninhibited, freely enjoying herself with absolutely no concern for Sara's feelings. He always imagined the reality as being the exact opposite, that he'd have to drag her along just as he'd had to drag her into swinging. In truth, he never imagined the reality. In fantasy, he dragged her along.
She helped him overcome his shyness, and soon, he was as abusive as Ruth. They had both worked themselves up to a fever, taken off all their clothes, and were now sitting back, enjoying a bestial suck-off while stroking each other's genitals, not trying to cum, trying not to, that's why they did each other, to stave off an orgasm.
The bestial suck-off was nearing its climax. The dog humped faster. Sara strained under the buffeting lunges that battered the swollen knot against her lips, and then Rover pulled out and began squirting, peppering Sara's face before she recaptured the jerking cock and sucked, sucked and swallowed, nursing on a spewing dog cock, and both parents died with their partner's genitals in a motionless hand. Neither came, they were in a catatonic stupor, watching their little angel sucking cum from a spewing dog cock while using her delicate hand to pump the sheath--sucking hard, pumping fast, and swallowing steadily.
Ruth and Ben were both in a stupor as they watched Sara nurse on the mutt's spent organ, using her hand to milk more seed into her sucking mouth. She then began licking all over his deflating boner, returning frequently to suck his hanging tool into her mouth. They were simply awed.
With his orgasm past and his canine python receding, Rover hopped down and wandered off to explore. Barney came over and ordered Sara to her back. Sara rolled to her back and laid in a sprawl with her arms and legs hanging off the table, her face, neck, and upper chest thick with dog cum, tits sticking straight up, chest heaving, panting. She laid there like a pervert's smorgasbord and Barney said, "Well, what do think of your little darling, now? Is she a bitch slut or a nice girl being controlled by an evil pervert?"
Ruth sat forward, stuck three fingers up Sara's cunt, and said, "She is definitely a bitch slut. This is not the cunt of a nice girl being controlled. This bitch is slimy wet. Feel this bitch's cunt, Ben."
Ben reached and fingered Sara deep and said, "No doubt about it. This is a slut's pussy. She's a bitch, and a horny one at that. Look at her nipples. This bitch wants to cum."
Barney said, "Make her cum."
Ben grinned, then slipped his right arm under Sara's shoulders and raised her to a reclined sitting position so she could see his hand working in her crotch, and Sara stared as her father's fingers toyed with her sex, entered her, and played with her standing clit. He leaned in and took her left nipple in his mouth and she moaned as he did delicious things to it with his tongue and nibbling teeth. Damn, he was good.
Ben brought Sara to an explosive climax. She writhed and moaned out her release just like a horny slut getting relief, and then she went limp like a slut that finally got it. The parents smiled knowingly and laid their little slut down.
Barney said, "Bitch, get down on your knees and suck your mother's cunt."
Ben grabbed Ruth's knee, squeezing hard, then looked at her grinning face with wide eyes. Ruth said, "Now, we're getting somewhere. Now she can start paying me back for six hours of labor."
Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing as he watched his wife lie aback and make a vulgar beaver as his daughter got to her knees and crawled to it. This wasn't the woman he married. She wasn't even the swinger he created. This was something totally new to him. Ruth splayed her cunt wide open and said, "Suck my cunt, bitch, and suck it good."
Ben had to pinch himself as he watched Sara bring her face into her mother's slimy wet beaver and begin lapping, then sucking, then tonguing the hole.
"Tongue-fuck my cunt hole, you fucking slut!"
Damn! And Sara did it, did it good!
"Tongue-fuck my asshole, you slimy whore!"
Shit! She did that good, too! Sara had her hands on her mother's ass, pushing the legs back until Ruth had the knees in her pits and laid her arms over the backs of her thighs to keep them there, a position Ben had never seen his wife in. With her head bent far forward by the back of the sofa, she could damn near lick her own pussy if her daughter's face hadn't been in the way.
"Suck my clit, you piss-faced bitch!"
Holy SHIT! She was piss faced! and still sucking. Piss was going everywhere, and Sara was still trying to suck! Her face was drenched in flowing piss and his daughter wallowed in that pissing pussy. HOLY SHIT!
Ben watched a six-pack plus get pissed in Sara's face and she sucked and swallowed most of that. Now, she was licking the slit and still getting squirted in the face. She licked at the piss hole, and then nursed on it all the while Ruth demanded she get it all. He then watched his daughter clean up everything she missed, even wiping the piss from her face to her mother's ass and then licking that.
Ben was so awed by what he saw he forgot to jerk off and when the last lick came, he was glad he did, because the next order was, "Suck your father's cock, then fuck him." Ben sat back and waited to get sucked and fucked. If Ruth could do it, so could he.
Sara crawled between his parted knees and sucked him like a dog. She had her Daddy's head lolling on his shoulders in no time, and he was about to cum. She didn't want his first load in her mouth, so she climbed up and straddled his hips, sank on his eight-inch, thick rod, took his head in her hands, and gave him a deep soul kiss while grinding her cunt on his cock. He blasted her womb with Daddy seed with her silky tongue halfway down his throat.
Sara milked his spend with her pussy while feeding her tits to him, one then the other. Ruth watched the fuck and while watching Sara feed tit to her dad, thought, "That was worth every bit of fifteen dollars." Then she added ten times fifteen to put in the daily budget. She backed that off to five. He was ten in his dreams.
Barney interrupted their post-fuck sex play, annoying Sara. He was such an idiot, but she couldn't act annoyed or say anything. Barney said, "Get up, bitch. Lie on the coffee table with your pussy facing them and frig yourself while we have a talk."
Sara laid and frigged with her legs out in the splits along the long axis of the table with her head hanging down off the far side. Ruth fingered Sara's ass, saying, "Isn't she a sight, Ben? Did you ever think you'd see this girl naked, much less masturbating with your cum in her pussy, a dog's load in her belly, and my finger up her ass?"
"Hell no, not to mention a bellyful of her mother's piss. Barney, you've done a good job of turning our daughter into a whore. I have to admire excellence in anything, even reducing a good kid like Sara to a writhing, mutt-sucking, piss-slurping, cunt-sucking slut."
Ruth said, "Don't forget bitch. He turned our daughter into an excellent bitch."
"Absolutely. That alone deserves our praise, Barney. I speak for both of us. We salute you. We are both terribly impressed with what you've accomplished. You have our full and complete support. If there's anyway we can help you, just let us know."
"Good, I'm glad you feel that way, because I want you two to train her to be a good whore."
Ruth said, "You want us to train her?"
"You raised her to be a nice girl, didn't you?"
"Well, yes."
"Then you should do the job of undoing all that nice-girl bullshit you filled her head with."
"That makes sense. I hope all that conditioning hasn't made her difficult. I would hate to think we did anything to hinder you in any way."
"It did, and I want all that good-girl crap out of her head once and for all. I'll give you one week to reduce her to a blubbering slut with no morals whatsoever. Can you do that?"
"Barney, we made her what she is, we can certainly unmake her. Give us two weeks and she'll suck off dogs in a public park. She'll eagerly suck and fuck anything you put on her. I give you my word."
"One week, that's all you get. And Pops, you get one week of free pussy, then you pay like everyone else. You'll get a daddy's discount, so her pussy will cost you fifteen bucks. All others pay twenty. Is that a fair price for your daughter's cunt?"
"Generous, very generous. Thank you. We'll have her ready in a week. Mark my words, she'll be a blubbering slut with all that moral crap out of her pretty head."
"Fine. The dog stays here. Make sure the bitch takes good care of my dog."
Ruth said, "You needn't worry about that. She's a good bitch now, but there is always room for improvement. You'll have a well-trained bitch when you return for her."
"I'll be stopping in to fuck her from time to time, and I want you to stop by the house three times a day to bring us food and pussy ... oh, and beer. We drink Pabst in bottles not cans. A case a day should do it."
Sara fumed at him. She couldn't help it. This was all his ad-lib, and he was specifically told not to stop by for pussy. She was livid. It was a good thing they couldn't see her face.
Ruth said, "Pabst it is, and I'll cook you breakfast and serve my pussy any way you like it. Lunch and dinner I'll prepare here and bring over, with pussy, of course. My pussy is yours any time you want it. I'm sure Ben won't mind. It's the least we can do for the fine job you did corrupting our daughter."
Now her mother was ad-libbing and giving away pussy that Sara needed to ration to him and control. Damn, doesn't anybody listen? And then he was gone and Sara sat up--time for act two, scene one.
Ruth said, "What do you think you're doing?"
"He's gone, Mom."
"I know he's gone, but your last orders were to frig off, bitch."
"Mom, you're not actually going to do what he says, are you?"
"I gave my word."
"Mom, he's manipulating me. He has control of my mind. He makes me do things. I'm weak and I need help regaining my strength so I can fight him and break free of this hold he has on me. I need church and moral support. I need buttressing from my mother and father. It wouldn't take much. I know I can beat him and get him out of my life if you help. We have a week, Mom. I can do it, I know I can."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. I hate what he's made me, what he's turned me into. Together, we can beat him, Mom. You, me, and Dad can drive that evil bastard out of my life forever. I can restore my marriage to its proper place and live a normal life, raise a family, and be a responsible parent. That's all I ever wanted, to be a mom like you, married to a man like Dad, and Stewart is a good man like Dad."
"Is that so?"
"Yes. I love Stewart and Stewart loves me, and it kills me to see what Barney has done to my husband, and he does it through me. Stewart's love for me is so deep that he takes it and hangs in there, hoping I can muster the strength of will to beat Barney. I can, too. I'm ready to go to war after this, and I'm sure you guys are, too."
Ben heard this and his heart broke. Though her aloof remarks didn't reflect it, he was sure Ruth's soft heart melted long before his. Though their lusty dreams went up in smoke, he now felt like defeating that bastard Barney. It was time to go to war, so it came as a great shock when he looked over to Ruth and saw her stroking a finger lazily through her slit as she said, "What sort of things does Barney make you do to your husband?"
Sara sat at the edge of the coffee table, modestly shielding her nakedness. Her knees were together with one hand covering her crotch and the other arm shielding her breasts, her eyes looking at her mother's finger with a worried look on her face. Ben looked from Sara to Ruth and didn't know what to do. Ruth said, "Well, what sort of things?"
Sara gulped and said, "Well, he makes me grovel for sex in front of Stewart. That kills Stewart to have to watch his wife do that."
"I imagine it would. No man likes to see his wife grovel for another man's cock. What else?"
"He makes Stewart watch us have sex, and all through it, I have to say how great it is and how lousy sex with Stewart is."
"That's awful, but I'm sure you are quite convincing."
"I have to be or he'll beat me, and it kills Stewart to see me taking a beating from a man he detests."
"I'm sure it does. What else?"
Ruth was now fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit with her legs wide apart. Ben couldn't believe what he was seeing. He just wished Ruth would get her jollies so they could all discuss battle plans with a clear head. Sara had inadvertently tripped one of Ruth's favorite fantasies. He figured they may as well let Ruth get past it. Actually, it was neat watching Sara sweat, thinking her cause was lost by her mother's lusty behavior. He wasn't worried. He knew Ruth and knew she was just getting in a last good one, so he relaxed and enjoyed the show with a dick beginning to stir.
"I said what else, Sara?"
"He ... uh, he makes me rub my vagina in Stewart's face after sex, and ... uh, lately, Stewart has to ..."
"What Sara?"
"He has to eat Barney's sperm from my vagina. If he doesn't, I can't give Stewart any sex. We can't even sleep together, and we need that time alone to strengthen our union and resolve. Stewart does that disgusting thing to help me. He'll stick by me, and I need you and Dad to stick by us. Together, we can beat Barney, but alone, we stand no chance. Without your help it's hopeless."
Ruth got to her feet and stood close to Sara, too close, thrusting her cunt out until her clit touched Sara's cheek. Sara looked up and said, "Mother, what are you doing?"
Ben had to beat off to this as Ruth said, "What does it look like I'm doing?"
Ben sat forward so he could see better, because Ruth had moved in front of Sara and was running her clit over Sara's lips, applying clit gloss as Sara said, "It looks like you're rubbing your vagina in my face. Why are you doing this to me, Mother?"
"Is that what you think I'm doing--rubbing my cunt in your face?"
"Yes."
"I'm not rubbing my cunt in your face, Sara. I'm just giving you a whiff of my pussy. Can you smell my pussy?"
"Yes, I can smell it."
Ruth placed her left foot at Sara's right hip so Ben had a good view of her now wider beaver as she said, "I was just letting you smell how aroused my pussy is. Does my pussy smell like an aroused pussy?"
"Mother, why ..."
"Smell it. Put your nose in the slit and sniff."
"Mom, please, you're scaring me."
"I SAID PUT YOUR NOSE IN AND SNIFF! NOW DO IT!"
Sara put her nose in the slit and sniffed. Ruth said, "No, take a good long sniff." Sara did. "Now, tell me, Sara. Does my pussy smell like an aroused pussy?"
Sara pulled her wet nose out and said with a distressed expression, "Yes, but why ... why, I don't understand?"
"I wanted to give you a whiff of my pussy so you'd know that I became sexually aroused by listening to your sob story. This is rubbing my cunt in your face."
And with that, Ruth's cunt flowed over Sara's nose, then smeared over her nose and mouth. Sara leaned back on stiff arms placed behind her and Ruth mounted the table to keep her from escaping. Ruth assumed a half squat and smeared her wet beaver all over Sara's face, saying, "This is rubbing my cunt in your face, Sara."
Ben saw Sara's legs drift apart as she surrendered to her lusty Mom's face-fuck, for that's what it was, and Ben never saw anything like it. Ruth never got vulgar, even at an orgy, preferring to do her dirty deed in a bedroom. Ben took another look at that enticing wet slit of Sara's and thought, "Fuck it. If Ruth is going to get in one last good one, so am I."
He got down on his knees and pushed Sara's legs apart, getting between them as Ruth said, "Now, do you know the difference between getting a cunt rubbed in your face and getting a whiff of pussy? Well, do you, bitch?"
Ben sent his cock in to the balls and heard Sara cry out, "Mom, Dad, why are you doing this to me? Please, I'm begging you. You have to help me. I'm your daughter. I'm not a whore. Please stop treating me this way and help me! Please, God, help me!"
"Do you actually think we would help you after we gave Barney our word that we would help him in any way we can? Do you think we're liars? Is that what you think? Would you like my answer? Here's my answer."
Ruth pissed in Sara's face and the piss ran down her body and parted around the dick Ben was now slamming into his little slut. Ruth went on, "Here, you want my answer again?"
More piss hit Sara's face and ran to her crotch. Ruth said, "Not only will we not help you, we will do all we can to help Barney."
"Mom, no! You can't mean that."
More piss in the face. "I can't? Is that what you're telling me, I can't? I'm pissing in your fucking face, slut. Can't you take a fucking hint?" More piss. "Your father is raping your cunt. There's his answer. Now you know what he thinks of you. You're a fucking whore, Sara. You're just something to fuck. What's more, you will remain a whore, and you will continue to torment and torture your wedded husband, because that amuses Barney, and it amuses me. You will keep giving him hope to keep him there for our amusement. Is that clear, bitch?"
Sara turned a corner, or so it appeared to Ben. He wasn't fucking her; she was fucking him, and fucking him better than he had been fucking her. She was also straining up to suck her mother's cunt, but broke the suck to passionately declare, "YES! I'll torment him for you. I'll keep him hanging on. I'll be a good whore for Barney. I promise. I won't give him any more trouble. I won't resist anything ever again. I want to please you and Daddy. I'll be whatever you want me to be."
"We want you to be a good bitch for Barney's mutt."
"I will. I'll suck him and fuck him, and make Stewart watch and eat the dog's cum from my whore cunt. He'll do it, too. He'll do anything to support me. Would you like to see my loving husband suck dog cum from my bitch cunt?"
That did it. Ben and Ruth popped their corks and fucked the shit out of their daughter at both ends. They left Sara in a wet sprawl and went off to the bedroom for a Ben powwow.
Once behind a closed door, Ben said, "Ruth, what the fuck are you doing? We're going to help her, aren't we?"
"Good Lord, no. Are you mad? After going this far? Hell no. She's a whore and she'll stay a whore. We can see to it and she knows that. She's already given up and accepted her fate. Why undo it. We have exactly what we want."
"Ruth, we can't do that to Sara."
"The hell we can't. We just did. Her inner turmoil is now over. She's at peace. Trying to undo Barney's work will just throw her back into that terrible ordeal, and chances are we'd lose anyway. He has powers we can't fight."
"Bullshit! You don't even want to try."
"No, I don't, and if you had a hard-on, neither would you. My decision is made. If you want to help her, you'll be up against me and Barney, and we both know who will win that fight, don't we?"
"I won't fight you, Ruth, but it just seems wrong."
"You'll get over it as soon as your dick gets hard. You have a week all to yourself to knock up the bitch, and she's ovulating this week. Aren't you up to it?"
Ben got a gleam in his eyes, then looked to the weary cock Ruth was stroking new life in and said, "I'm up to it. All, right, you win. I'm onboard. She'll remain a whore, damn the consequences. We have a bitch to breed."
"Now you're talking like the Ben I know and love. Let's go breed our bitch. Let's see if she fucks a mutt as well as she sucks."
"Hot damn!"
After breeding the bitch and finding out that she can, indeed, fuck as well as she sucks, Ruth took Sara with her to buy beer, an excuse to talk and compare notes.
Ruth said, "Well, I thought that went great. We killed him a dozen times over."
"It was great, and you were fantastic. I didn't think you had it in you to really hurt me, but you got into it. You hurt me bad. Those were real tears."
"Yes, that was fun once I got going. Boy, I completely floored your father several times tonight--that and when I rubbed my pussy in your face. Oh, no, what really got him was whenever I pissed in your face. He'll never get over that and the way you took it. He thinks I have more power over you than Barney does. I like it."
"Yes, well the next step is to convince them all, and we must never let it slip that that's not the case. I'm putting my life in your hands, Mother. Don't screw up and let them make me the town whore."
"Would you relax. I have no intention of failing. You will never be the town whore except in fantasy, and except for a small circle of swingers and a few church people, no one will know for sure what you are, other than a woman who fucks dogs. That we couldn't keep under wraps if we wanted to, not with that beast you'll be seen with constantly. One look at him, you know what he's for. The collar stays."
"I'm all for that as long as the dog becomes your dog and everyone knows he's your dog."
"He's my dog, now. Barney will never get him back. I'll be ready to take charge by the end of the week, and I'll start on them tomorrow morning. I will not be in the mood."
"I'll believe that when I see it. I know damn well you'll return with a fucked cunt. I have never seen a woman go so bonkers over a stiff dick. Women like you give us sluts a bad name."
"You of all people should know an act when you see it."
"It's a damn good act."
"It is, and tomorrow, they'll see a damn good act of a woman uninterested in cock. When I return, I'll have you eat me. I assume you can tell the difference between a fucked cunt that's been washed out, and a ripe cunt that hasn't been fucked or rinsed. I'll give you a nice, stinky, fishy twat to suck on and make you eat your words."
Sara scooted close and put her arm around her mother. "Mom, you're a pip. I love you, do you know that? I mean, are you aware that I am in-love with you?"
They parked at a liquor store. Ruth gave Sara a kiss and said, "Yes, dear, and it thrills me no end to hear you say it. Don't worry. We'll make love, but let's not let Ben see that until we get all of these cocks properly pussy whipped. I'll just be a minute."
On the way back, Sara said, "Mother, let's make love in the car. Let's park somewhere."
"No, just wait. We'll soon be lovers and everyone will accept that. I'll move Ben out of the master bedroom and Stewart and you in. Ben can have the spare bedroom and we'll fix up a place in the garage for Barney and the dog. It won't be long, I promise."
"I can't wait to make love to you and Stewart at the same time. I'll be in heaven."
"You think I won't? I adore that man. I'll take a lover like Stewart over a stud horse like Barney any day."
"Really! Barney doesn't make you weak in the knees?"
"Not at all, and frankly I can't see what you see in him. Dicks like his aren't all that rare, and some are on men like Ben and Stewart. In fact, your father's cock is very close. I couldn't tell the difference."
"It's more than that. It's the whole ugly package, I'm afraid. At least with you and Stewart on one side of the scale and Barney on the other, I'll never have to worry about having to go with Barney in a split-up. Oh, and Dad, too. Three against one, no sweat."
"You're forgetting Rover. He stays with us."
"Oh, well then, no contest. This bitch goes with her mutt."
"I like hearing you talk like that, Sara. When you talk like a horny bitch, you make Mommy's pussy wet."
"Well, your pussy will stay wet because your daughter is a horny bitch and she loves sucking on that dog's dick, and she loves fucking that animal. You're going to see a mutt slut, not just a bitch."
"Oh, you sweet fucking bitch. You get your head between my legs and suck my cunt, and if we have an accident, it'll be all your fault."
Sara laughed as she laid on the seat and got her head between her mother's legs. She took a few licks, then said, "If we have a wreck, they'll have to extract my head from your cunt."
"It's been done before and that was no picnic."
"I know, six hours of labor."
"Yes, and five of that was trying to get your head out of my cunt. I swear, I thought I was giving birth to a lesbian with a lip-lock on my womb. They had to beat you with a belt to get you to stop sucking on my clit so the doctor could finish delivering you. I was never so embarrassed in all my life."
This put Sara in giggle fits and when she could speak, she said, "Mom, you're a pip."
"It's true, Sara, I swear. The doctor was so disgusted, he just tossed you on my chest like he was tossing garbage. You tore open my hospital gown and attacked my tits, humping your baby cunt on one while sucking on the other. I thought I'd die."
Sara laughed out loud then said, "Mom, stop it. I'm trying to lick your cunt. Christ, you sure have a filthy imagination."
"Your father is even better. You should hear the shit he comes up with. Have him tell you the one where you are sentenced to work at the city dog pound where your job is to give the condemned male dogs their last piece of ass, and the whole town is invited to stop by and watch you work. They even build bleachers around a mud pit for this purpose. Right after you fuck them, you kill them. They call you the Black Widow."
"Jeez, what did I do to deserve a fate like that?"
"Jaywalking."
"Are all of his fantasies that dumb?"
"Dumber, but they put lead in his pencil, so I play along. I'll tell you something, though. For once, the reality was better than the fantasy. That dog they found beats all we ever dreamed of. We never knew there were dogs like that, or dog dicks like that, or that a dog could fuck a woman like he does, or that a dog could get hung up with a human, or that dogs would fuck a woman's throat. We are just completely floored by this."
"I am, too. I have always thought about fucking dogs, but I always figured they'd be fast--zip zip zip, squirt. I never dreamed I'd get royally fucked and then flooded. Mom, you've seen Rover in action. How can I make it better for you and Dad?"
"There's not a lot you can do to improve the sucking and fucking, but there are lots of ways to give us thrills between times. The dog is only capable of performing four or five times a day."
"Give me ideas."
"Well, always look horny for him, like a bitch in heat, trying to entice him to mate with you. Try to get him to lick your pussy, and be vulgar when he does, shameless. Whenever you see him, try to lick his dick. If he's eating, for example, get down on your hands and knees and try to get some dick to come out so you can suck on it. If you see him lying down, lie down with him with your head in his crotch. You love his cock. You love licking and sucking his cock, hard or soft, and you always masturbate when you have his cock in your mouth."
"I'll be insatiable."
"That's what we want, and we don't want you to change this behavior for anyone. We get quite a bit of company. Some are swingers. Some are neighbors or church people. Some bring children with them when they stop by. We don't care who sees you as you are, so it doesn't matter who stops by, and you'll be kept naked and shaved."
"It's your house. I'm game. I'm sure when word gets around, you'll be getting a lot more company."
"We're counting on it. We're dying to see who shows up and who brings kids. That's another thing we're into--corrupting the young."
They pulled to a stop in the driveway but remained in the car. Sara said, "That goes with being a pervert. Have you had much success?"
"Not much. I fuck the paperboy and Ben is fucking a neighbor's daughter, a twelve-year-old. You'll see her and her mother around. She's a pervert, kinda cute too. Other than that ... oh, he fucked a ten-year-old boy, too. He paid him. He had the boy suck his dick, then he butt fucked him over my lap. That was an early adventure. It was all I could do to lay the boy over my lap and pull his cheeks apart, so I'll give that one to Ben alone. We'd like to do much more of that. Are you interested?"
"I'd like to watch."
"Well, I'd like to watch you conceive a child with your father, so let's get to work on that. By the way, this child we're making in you is for the express purpose of molesting. We hope it's a she, but when the time comes, you let us have our way with her, or him, for as long as you mother it. Anything goes, agreed?"
"Oh, that's kinky, Mother. You're asking me to raise my firstborn to be your sex slave. That is what you're asking, isn't it?"
"Yes. Do you see a problem with that?"
"No, none at all. In fact, it makes my pussy wet. Why don't we just say my first female child and give you exactly what you want?"
"Great, let's shake on it."
They shook and sealed Connie's fate at conception, for the egg that was to be Connie had just subdivided.
Sara lived the life of a mutt slut in a three-person bed for six years, and in those six years experienced ten lifetimes of sex and perversion. She had three kids and many miscarriages in late stages of pregnancy. She was, in fact, pregnant most of those six years, and her tits were like cow udders. She became the laughing stock of her home town and the last two years were spent as the town whore with her mother serving as her pimp. It really wasn't all that bad.
It was another late term miscarriage blamed on the battering her womb took that shook Sara, but it was the sex with children and her father's arrest that made Sara say, "Enough is enough." She and Stewart packed up all their possessions, loaded their three kids--Connie, 6: Mark, 3, and one-year-old Cindy--in a 1946 Dodge and headed down the highway with thirty-eight-hundred dollars.
They drove aimlessly for days to find the perfect place to start over and finally stopped in a town that looked good, was far enough away, and needed a used car lot because Estelle Greyson ran the last guy out.
Stewart set to work starting a business from scratch, and Sara set about starting motherhood from scratch. The kids only knew her as the naked thing everything fucked. The little ones she wasn't too worried about. They'd forget. Connie would never forget, but then she wasn't traumatized either. Perverse sex was all she'd ever known from day one when her mother placed her on her grandmother's clit to nurse. From there, it got worse, but she didn't know any different.
Connie had a thousand socially unacceptable bad habits that needed breaking before she could enter school a year behind, and Sara started right in. Thankfully, they were free of Barney for the first time since they married, so at least she didn't have to wean Connie off that dick which she could take in any hole to the balls. Ruth made Connie Barney's pussy just for kicks, and three weeks of that was the final straw. Sara had enough, and when Sara had enough, she up and split.
Sara grilled and tutored Connie on proper behavior as she recalled it, and Connie proved to be a good learner, a sharp kid. The years went by and you'd never know by outward appearances that Connie was different, but she was different. She never forgot. The other two did.
Connie had a fascination with her pussy that never went away, it seemed. She always had something up her twat. Sara couldn't break her of that or masturbation, but did get her to hide, at least from everyone else, even Mark and Cindy. She had no reason to hide from Sara. She also had no inhibitions about feeling her mother's pussy or going for a suck, and if no one was around, Sara let her indulge. If she felt like pissing, she pissed because Connie loved it, and that innocent perversion came in handy at times. Sara also returned the favor. In fact, they preferred pissing in each other, so whenever the coast was clear, a pussy came out and a mouth went down.
Other than that, they were normal, except around male dogs. Neither one could let a dog pass without looking under its belly, not physically getting down and looking, but looking at it. Like ex-smokers, they quit but never got over the desire. They were often seen at the dog pound, window shopping.
Except for a few slip-ups when Connie would arrive home and say, "Mom, he followed me," when it was only the two of them and they traded him back and forth until the poor mutt would never follow a little girl home again, they did alright--sorta.
Some dogs would scratch at the back door. Those were hard to turn away, so one stood lookout for the other. Actually, they didn't do so good in that department and got caught a lot, so Mark and Cindy knew their mother and big sister fucked and sucked stray dogs.
By the time Connie was ten, they didn't even bother with looking out for Mark and Cindy. Sara installed a large doggie door, and had quite a pack that came and went at will, seeking out one of the two available bitches in the house, then cumming and going. The little ones would watch the two big ones take on mutts--one, two, and three at a time, buck naked and completely uninhibited, mutt sluts, both of them, but kids adjust to anything, even the sight of their mother and big sister sucking dog cum from each other--piss, too.
Other than that, everything was normal. Sara was a good mom and responsible parent. She even returned to church. No one knew her dirty little secrets, or knew where their dog went when let out, or knew why he returned wearing a smile. Everything was going great until Connie's twelfth birthday when guess who showed up? Yep, Barney, and he hadn't changed a bit. He needed food, beer, a place to crash, and pussy.
Sara had a fit. Stewart and Barney were buddies reunited. They celebrated by getting drunk and raping Sara. Six years of tension got washed away in an all night rapefest, but they did confine their debauch to the master bedroom, and Sara laid down new rules, and the number one rule was: nothing in front of the kids.
Other rules were also agreed upon: no talk of whoring, no mutts, no orgies, Barney had to stay at his trailer at least four nights a week, and no sex outside the bedroom, period. Her concession was to give Barney pussy at least once a week. It wound up being three times a week, but no one was counting.
Things went well until Barney raped Connie. From then on, Stewart had to help Barney get pussy, and that was once a week, and Sara counted. Six months later, he did it again, then three months after that, again, then it was every month and there was no peace in the household. When Stewart couldn't help Barney rape Sara, he helped him rape Connie. She got knocked up at fourteen, and Sara was pissed, so pissed she threw Barney and Stewart out, and they stayed out for three months until Sara got a call from her mother back in Iowa.
Barney gave her the number, and Ruth talked Sara into honoring her pledge regarding Connie. Sara still loved her mother and missed her terribly, and it broke her heart that her mother called collect from prison. They ran up a ninety-eight dollar phone bill talking over old times, and in the end, Sara swore she'd let anyone fuck Connie. She swore she'd keep Connie barefoot and pregnant, and so it came to pass.
Connie was sixteen and had already delivered two bastards with a third seven months along. Barney, Stewart, and Mark were fucking the girl at will, anywhere in the house. She was barefoot most of the time and pregnant all of the time. Sometimes, just for shits and giggles, Sara held her daughter down so all three could rape her.
When the woman next door who got off on watching her kid get molested by transients and drifters approached Sara with the idea of setting up Cindy to get molested, Sara threw in the towel and said, "Sure, why not. Molest her all you want. Knock her ass up. I don't care."
Carol came with an elaborate plan to have Cindy spend the night with her daughter, Tiffany, and have Barney baby-sit the girls, then they'd sneak in and spy on the molestation. Sara said, "Why bother. Let's just strip the bitches down, open a couple of beers, and watch in the living room. It beats watching The Wonderful World of Disney on a black and white TV."
So, that's what they did. Cindy and Tiffany were molested by Barney, Stewart, Mark, and Carol's husband, Jay, while Sara and Carol drank beer instead of watching the Wonderful World of Disney. With three girls to bring beer and drink piss, they didn't even have to get up. Judy Elders placed another set of parents in the win column.
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