Barbara only met Faye Krough one time and that was just for a few minutes when she brought lunch out to her husband when he worked on their kitchen remodeling job and forgot his lunch.
Once was enough to size her up and place her in the perfect little compartment where she kept people types, and Faye was a classic big family mom. She called her husband, "my hubby" and would never say a child's name without the "my" in front. My Jill did this; my Frank did this; my Harriet needs new shoes; my Billy sodomized my backside. She would never say, "The little bastard fucked me in the ass."
Faye wouldn't say "shit" with a mouthful and thought 69 came after 68 and before 70. She lived a storybook family life, and everything was just so perfect, orderly, folded neatly and put away.
She was all woman with a shapely body, but you'd never know it by the way she dressed. Her dresses covered too much of her body and covered it in an unflattering way. Buttoned to the neck with a hemline below the knee, her formless shroud of a dress could as effectively hidden a goat. Her legs never knew a razor, her bush never got a trim, and makeup was for church and PTA functions and was designed to hide, not highlight. Her hair ... well, she needed a good wig.
Like all big family moms, sex appeal had no function, and sex was something she kept kids from doing or knowing about. They force everyone around them into the same asexual existence, going about their humdrum routines, living an unnatural life of sexual denial and frustration while putting on a happy face, sitting up straight, not talking with their mouths full, and looking both ways before crossing a street. Barbara had Faye all figured out and she was dead right about quite a few things.
The trouble with women like Faye is they raise husbands and sons that are so horny they fuck anything they think they can get away with fucking, because they can't get away with fucking anything in their own home, not even their own dicks. Women like Faye keep their yards looking so nice by sweeping all their shit onto everyone else's yard. Mothers like Faye live a storybook existence because all the other mothers wind up dealing with her shit when sperm from her husband and sons winds up in them or their little girls.
At least, that's how Barbara saw it and she had proof when she walked in and caught Don getting Cindy ready to take his six inches of sexual frustration. No man was ever caught more red handed than was Don Krough. With Cindy lying on her back on the kitchen floor with her legs wide, no panties, his two middle fingers up her pussy, and his hard dick in his other hand, poised to take their place, all he could do was look up and say, "I, uh ..."
Barbara had been across the street visiting a neighbor and snuck back in the house because she knew that look, and knew why he was so eager to put little Cindy to work as his helper. Barbara just glared with hands on hips. He started to pull his fingers out, but she sternly said, "Don't you move a muscle. You keep that erection or so help me I'll call the police."
Don held a dick that was losing pressure rapidly, and though her threat made no sense, he didn't want her calling the police. She looked serious, so he began stroking blood back in his organ. Barbara left and returned with a camera. Now, it made sense, and now his dick was rock hard again. [flash]
She still wouldn't let him up. He wasn't aware, but Faye called earlier and told Barbara she'd be bringing her hubby's lunch shortly before noon. Barbara waited out the thirty-five minutes, and when the doorbell rang, she once again made the threat, only she poured a pan of water over his head and added, "Now put it in her, just the head, and don't you slow down for a second, and don't you dare contradict me." She then bopped him on the forehead with the pan, raising a nasty goose egg.
Don put the head of his dick in Cindy's pussy and kept pumping, and was pumping when his wife rounded the corner and dropped his lunch.
Barbara said, "I thought you should see what your husband does at work and why he can't afford to miss his lunch. He needs to keep up his fucking strength for molesting innocent little girls. He's been at this for almost an hour and refuses to stop."
"DONALD KROUGH, YOU STOP THAT THIS INSTANT!"
Donny had to pump harder and faster, because behind his wife's back, he saw Barbara pointing to the phone. She followed that with a rapid jacking motion with her hand, and when he got the message, she said, "It won't do any good. I've tried everything. I hit him, poured water on him, kicked him, screamed at him. He is intent on fucking my little girl and nothing you can say or do will stop him."
Barbara punctuated this statement with a behind the scenes humping of an imaginary cunt, using both hands on imaginary hips, pulling up tight to convey that he was to fuck. He got the message, and while his wife beat him about the head and shoulders, he grabbed Cindy by the hips and fucked her to the balls. He kept fucking her as he got beat by his lunch, had a thermos bottle of very warm coffee poured over his head, and got kicked in the kidney.
All of Faye's valiant efforts only served to make him take longer. She tried begging, pleading, reasoning, and all the while, Barbara was behind her urging him to fuck harder, deeper, faster, in the crudest way she could in pantomime. He ignored his wife and did what Barbara wanted done. He ejaculated while getting what little hair he had pulled by a mad woman.
[flash, flash, flash, flash, flash]
He never even noticed that Cindy didn't have a cherry, wore no panties, and her mother put her in a very short dress to help a plumber, then left them alone, saying she'd be gone a few hours.
When they left, Cindy and Barbara had a good chuckle and wished there'd been film in the camera, and as fortune would have it, this all went down on Monday when Cindy stayed home with a sniffle. By Tuesday evening when Barbara was to meet with the ladies of Judy's class, the Kroughs were still sweating, and it was at this meeting that Barbara learned that Billy Krough was in the class and the Kroughs were on the very iffy list, the iffiest of the iffy. Barbara promised to deliver the Kroughs.
To keep them in a sweat, she called and talked to Faye after arriving home shortly after ten on Tuesday evening with a mission--get the Kroughs. She woke Faye up, and the woman was upset until she realized who she was talking to.
Barbara could tell by her tone and demeanor that they were, indeed, sweating her call. Barbara listened to a stream of apologies and pledges, then stopped them by saying, "Shut up!"
Faye shut up. Barbara held the pregnant pause to build the suspense, then said, "You are the one I blame for this. You are the one who must make restitution, and you are the one who will see that nothing like this ever happens to any other mother because a Krough male got horny. Your males will never get horny again, and they'll have you to thank."
"What are you talking about? How is this my fault? I did all I could. You saw."
"You didn't fuck his brains out before sending him out of the house, did you?"
"Mrs. Henderson! I see no need to be vulgar."
"Fuck you! Fuck you in the ass, bitch! Because you see no need to get vulgar, my child was raped. Because you see no need to get vulgar, I'll bet dozens of innocent girls have been raped. What do you think God gave you a cunt for, to piss out of?"
"Mrs. Henderson, honestly. I don't understand how you can ..."
"Shut the fuck up. Now you listen to me, you frigid cunt. Your hubby is going to prison for a long, long time unless you make me happy, do you understand that?"
"I, uh, yes, I understand, but ..."
"Good. That's all that matters and all you need to think about. I will tell you what makes me happy, and I will tell you tomorrow night at seven. See that you have all of the horny little Kroughs there, male and female, and you'd better be wearing something sexy, and I mean drop dead sexy."
"Please, Mrs. Henderson. For God's sake. You can't expect me to dress that way in front of my children."
"Don't tell me what I can't expect. I'm telling you what it will take to make me happy. I don't want sexy, I want vulgar. Every Krough cock had better be rock hard and drooling from looking at you. If I don't see vulgar, and if I don't see hard, drooling, naked cocks that are dying to get at your cunt, ass, tits, or mouth, I will just go straight to your phone and call the police. When they arrive, I'll hand over the photos, and that'll be that. Kiss hubby goodbye forever, and you'd better fuck him good tonight, because it may be your last." [slam]
Barbara slammed the phone on a crying woman. Barbara smiled as she tried to imagine Faye Krough in something vulgar, because Faye would wear something vulgar if it killed her, and something vulgar worn in front of her children could kill a woman like Faye.
Barbara expected the phone to ring within the hour and knew it would be Don. It was, and the call came after twenty minutes, and he was most humble. Barbara was sweet and sexy, which threw him off. She said, "Don, is Faye listening?"
"No, she's lying on the bed in the bedroom crying her eyes out. Can't you hear her?"
"Good, then we can talk."
"God, Barbara, I hope you didn't mean those things you said to her."
"I meant every word. Don, how would you like to have me and all three of my daughters any time you want us? [there was a long silence with sobbing in the background] I'm serious, Don. I like the way you fuck a girl. You're a very sexy man, and we are very horny girls. Well? Are you interested or not?"
"I, uh ... yeah."
"Good. I want Faye looking vulgar and ready to do anything, anything at all, to keep you from going to prison."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do, and if she is looking vulgar and does anything at all, you have four horny whores that'll fuck you and suck you anytime you need fucking or sucking. How would you like to have a mother and her three sexy young daughters fighting over your sperm?"
"You want her that bad, huh?"
"Yes, I want her that bad."
"What are you going to do with her?"
"I'd rather make it a surprise. I'll just say this. When I say anything, I mean anything. She had best be ready to fuck a dog in front of you and the kids, then suck off another one, then take another up her ass while eating my cunt and drinking my piss."
"Are you shitting me!"
"No, I'm not shitting you, and listen closely, Don. If she doesn't look vulgar, and if you boys don't have your hard cocks out, drooling for her, I will make that call. I will send you to prison. The photos are clear and sharp. All you can do is plead guilty and throw yourself at the mercy of the court. And, Don, after my little Cindy testifies, there will be no dry eyes and no mercy in that courtroom. You get your bitch ready for anything, and you see that she looks vulgar--sexy, but vulgar."
"Christ, Barbara. You're asking the impossible. You don't know that woman."
"Bullshit. I know her type. She's nothing without a husband, and she'll do anything to hold her family together. Anything. Don't take any shit off that bitch. This is all her fault for sending you out into the world, horny, when she has three pussies under her roof to see that you never leave the house with any sperm in your balls. She's going to be punished for being a lousy wife and mother, because she sends three boys out just as horny as you. When I get through with her, no cock will ever leave that house horny ever again. I am going to make her be a good wife and mother, or I will make her be a welfare momma living outside the state prison with five hungry kids that need shoes."
"What exactly do you mean by vulgar?"
"Surprise me. I'll give you a hint, though. A woman who wears something that shows her tits, ass, and pussy is not vulgar. That's sexy. You'll have to do better than that or get used to a life without pussy. Whatever it is, it better make your dick hard, throbbing, and drooling the way it was when you were about to shove it up my baby's twat. The boys will be easy. They'll get that way if she wore a mini skirt. It's your dick I'll be keying on, and I'm thinking she'll have to go to great lengths to impress your dick after it has tasted my Cindy's tight pussy. I'll leave you with that thought, Don, and I'll see you at seven." [click]
Barbara leaned against the wall with a self-satisfied smile. Don leaned against his wall wearing a wry smile and a hard-on. He counted back from one hundred until his erection went away, then went into the bedroom and said, "Honey, I'm afraid I have bad news. It's even worse than we thought. I guess I'll just prepare myself for prison. I don't think there's any way you can save me."
Faye stopped crying and quickly sat up on the bed wearing an anguished face, saying, "No, Don, don't even think that. We'll get through this, somehow, someway."
"No, honey, you could never make her happy. Let's just make our last hours together count. Let's try to cram a lifetime of love and affection into these last hours; then, when they come for me, turn your back and never look back. I'll free you to find another man to help raise these kids, and hopefully, he'll be a better man, a stronger man, a good man. Have the kids call him Daddy, and tell them to forget me."
With tears streaming down both cheeks, she launched herself from the bed and into his arms crying, "NO! Never! I'll never let you go, never. There is no better man; there is no stronger man. You're a good man, Donald Paul Krough, and you're a great father, and as long as I live and breathe, you are the only man those kids will ever call Daddy. Barbara is right. This is my fault. I failed you. I have failed this family, and I have failed as a wife."
"Oh, now sweetheart, you know that's not true. You're just trying to make me feel better."
She grabbed his shoulders and held him firm at arm's length, looking him dead in the eyes with her most serious expression as she said, "No I am not. It's the truth. Oh, I'll admit, I take good care of you, but a man like you needs much more than folded socks and three hot meals a day. A man like you needs sex the way he wants it, when he wants it, and a wife that won't give it to him makes him vulnerable to temptation. Don, darling, forgive me."
"Sweetheart, there's nothing to forgive. I should have exercised self-control. I failed. I was weak. I should be punished. I don't deserve to be out in free society. I don't deserve a wife like you, and I don't deserve children that look up to me and show me respect."
"Don't you ever say that again. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve kids that look up to me and give me respect. I'm the one that should be punished, and Barbara wants to punish me. That is as it should be. I'm the one responsible for her child getting raped. She is furious with me and has every right to be."
"You didn't do anything, Faye."
"That is exactly right. She wants me to suffer for what I didn't do. I did not take care of your sexual needs. God gave me a vagina, and my vagina is for more than passing urine and babies. Punishing me would make her happy, and I am going to make her happy if it kills me. I will suffer whatever punishment or humiliation she intends to mete out, and you are not going to prison for my crime, and that's all there is to that."
Don was seeing a side of Faye he'd never seen before--her Joan of Arc side. She planted her feet and placed her hands on her hips, squared her shoulders and set her jaw as she declared, "Donald Krough, this gal said for better or worse, and by god, I meant it. She can strip me naked and whip me till I bleed, but as God is my witness, you will never spend one day behind bars, if I have to crawl through broken glass on bloody stumps to kiss her feet just to make her smile."
"Faye, she intends to breed you to dogs in front of the children."
Faye's legs buckled and Don kept her from falling. He eased her over to the bed and let her fall until she sat on the edge of the mattress. She looked like a zombie shitting a banshee. He added, "She also said you'd perform oral sex on her and drink her urine while you're doing it."
Faye's pale face slowly turned up to his. She looked mighty shook. Don knelt, took her by the shoulders and said, "Like I said, Faye, you can't save me, so let's forget about dogs, lesbian acts, drinking urine, and putting on vulgar sex acts in front of the kids to make Barbara happy. Let's just think about all the wonderful years we had together and treasure what we had, and then we'll part with happy memories."
"She wants me to fuck dogs in front of my kids?"
In twenty years of marriage and four years of steady dating, Don never heard Faye utter a dirty word, much less the "F" word. She wouldn't even let him use vulgar words in the bedroom, not even when he'd bust his knuckles with a slippery pipe wrench.
He didn't quite know what to make of it, but he wanted to keep the conversation going to see if she'd do it again or say something else. If she called her vagina a cunt, he'd shit gummy bears. He said, "Yes, oral, anal, and vaginal with the children watching."
"Oral?"
"And anal, from up close I would imagine, and probably masturbating to it."
"Did she actually say she'd want them to masturbate while I suck off a dog?"
"No, but you know they will if they see you sucking on a dog's cock, and you know she'll encourage that, anything to add to your humiliation. I can see her encouraging those boys to jack off on you and it wouldn't surprise me if she wanted the girls to wipe their pussies on you, probably on your face."
The color was back in her face and was now getting very colorful. She became pensive, then said, "Yes, of course. She'd love to see that. I'd probably have to do it in the nude."
"Yes, and in a lewd position that will fully expose your totally shaved pussy."
"My shaved pussy? She said I had to shave my pussy?"
"No, but it would have to be shaved bald for this to get that far. You would have to shave all the hair off your pussy for me to get a hard-on just from looking at it. She made it clear that it was my dick she'd key on to determine if you were vulgar enough. I'd have to be looking at a good shaved beaver showing lots of pink meat and a finger stroking through it before I'd get the kind of rise she's looking for. That's why I say just forget it. You'd never shave your pussy and masturbate in front of the kids. You can't even masturbate in front of me, and we've been married almost twenty years."
"Don, help me up."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going into the bathroom to shave my cunt, then I am coming out here to show you how your wife masturbates."
After helping her to her feet while holding in a smirk, he kissed her on the forehead. She faced Don and said, "Don, I want you to sit at the foot of the bed in a chair and watch what I've been doing almost daily for the past twenty years after sending you out horny and sexually frustrated. I am going to do it exactly the way I do when no one is home, and I want you to call me every filthy name in the book while I'm doing it, because I deserve it. All you ever wanted to do was watch and jerk off, and I wouldn't even give you that. I wouldn't blame you if you pissed on me. If you do, I'll wear it and sleep in it, but I'll see that you have a nice dry side to sleep on, or I'll set up the hide-a-bed and you can sleep on that. I'm serious."
"Just go shave that sexy cunt nice and close, and don't worry about being pissed on; although, I might drown you in semen if you masturbate the way you used to fuck me when we were dating."
Faye got that naughty little girl look on her face, a look he hadn't seen since they were dating, and the look was every bit as cute and exciting as it was back then. While impishly biting her lower lip, she came up and hung her straight arms on his shoulders and purred, "I do it better, much better now, and that's what will make you so angry that you'll piss on me. On those rare occasions that I let you fuck me, I just lie there like a dead fish, but now you'll see that I haven't forgotten how to fuck a man and fuck him good. And while you watch this, be aware that I am not thinking about fucking you. I always pretend I'm fucking another man in your bed. If that doesn't make you want to piss on me, nothing will."
Now, Don wanted to piss on her because she obviously wanted it, lobbied for it. Hell, she damn near begged for it. As she moved to walk away, wearing that, I've-been-a-very-bad-girl look, another of his favorites from the past, he held her by the arm and said, "Faye, did you? Did you ever?"
Faye studied him for a second, then dropped the cutesy routine and said, "Yes, Don. I have cheated ... several times with several different men. None recently and no one you know, but I have been unfaithful. I'm sorry."
He relaxed his grip, softened his expression, then said, "Are you going to show me how you fucked them?"
He could see the relief flood over her. A relief smile formed, then she immediately resumed her cutesy act, biting on her lower lip while nodding, and when he broke a smile, she said, "I'll show you how I fucked the last one not three months ago, right here in this bed. He's still around, and he still calls wanting more of your wife's hot, juicy cunt. Now, you'll see why he still calls."
"Why don't you show me how you'll fuck him the next time he calls and you invite him over to see your shaved pussy."
"I will, and I will invite him over the very next time he calls. If you're home, you'll have to leave so that I can fuck my lover in our marital bed. You'll have to go somewhere and jack off while you think about what I'm doing."
"And the kids? Suppose they're here? Will you run them off, too?"
She thought about this, got a devilish gleam in her eye, then said, "No, I don't care what they see. I won't even shut the bedroom door, and when he's done fucking me, I'll walk him to the door, naked, with his cum running down both legs. I'll bend over and suck his spermy cock while showing the kids Mommy's fucked cunt. I'll pull my cunt lips open so they can look inside and see all the sperm he put in Mommy's fuck hole."
He turned her and gave her fanny a playful smack, propelling her toward the bathroom door. She giggled and flounced like a schoolgirl. It had all been silly fantasy and they both knew it, but it had been decades since they'd engaged in silly fantasy.
Faye paused at the bathroom door and looked back with a serious expression as though the reality of their current situation had suddenly resurfaced. Don got serious with her and sat on the bed to hear what she had to say.
"Don, I think you should go get the kids for this."
"Are you serious?"
"I think I am. I think we must. If I have to masturbate tomorrow evening, I don't want that to be the first time they see it. I also want to ease them into the shock of what they'll see tomorrow. I think we must, I really do, but there's another reason they should see this."
"Why, because it turns you on?"
"No, because they need to see what a hypocrite I've been all these years. They need to see this for the same reason you do. They need to know that it's okay to masturbate, that I do it, and I've done it all along. Don, I've been very hard on those kids about masturbation. I've been awful. We have to set that straight. Have them pull up chairs around the bed and be perfectly quiet. Explain to them that I am going to pretend that no one is here, and then I am going to do exactly what I do almost every day when no one is here. I don't want anyone to talk to me while it's going on, and when it's all over, I'm going to talk about sex, masturbation, this thing with Barbara, and my affairs. I want it all out, Don."
"You don't have to talk about your affairs, Faye. That can just be between you and me."
"No, I want it out. Don, that last one I told you about? He is real, not fantasy. That's a current affair. It's a totally physical thing, they all were. You're the only man I have ever loved. With them, it's just sex, but this one isn't over and this affair has been going on for years. We just had a spat that we patched up three weeks ago, but we haven't been able to coordinate our schedules so that we could make up properly. If it's not the kids hanging around, it's you being home, and it is driving me crazy."
"What's the problem? We can afford a motel room if he can't."
"I only want to cheat in my marital bed. That's what the spat was about. He just wants pussy, and when he wants pussy, he wants it now. He doesn't care where as long as it's at his convenience. If I have to come out of the closet, I want to come all the way out."
"What you're saying is, you want to carry on this affair out in the open."
"Yes, that's what I'm saying. I want you to subordinate your rights to him; in fact, I want you to obtain his permission for anything you get. I want the kids to know and see you do it. I wish he could stop by here any time, day or night, without regard to who is here. I wish he could walk into this house unannounced, take me by the hand, lead me to our bedroom, and fuck me. If he could do that, I'm sure he'd fuck me every day he has free time, and that's three or four days a week. I wish it were more, but that's the best I can hope for. I know this is a shitty time to bring this up, but damnit, Don, it's now or never, and I don't want to lose this one. He's the best I've had in years."
"Are you telling me that nothing will change as far as you and I are concerned? Will I still be getting dead-fish screws once a month?"
"Don, it was never once a month. It was once every two months at best, and once a quarter is more like it."
"Well?"
"That won't change, because that's the way I like it. That's why this has been so difficult. I want you sexually frustrated while I give it freely to someone else. I don't want to fuck him anyplace else. I have never cheated except in our bed after sending you off horny."
"Well, that makes me feel better."
"Better or worse, that's the charge I get out of cheating. Without that, it's just fucking, and I can get fucking from you. I can't get cheating from you, and cheating isn't nearly as sweet as when I've been neglecting your needs. That is my kink, Don. I can't help it. That's what I like. I need it. I have to have it. I want everyone in this family to know and accept it. They don't have to like it. In fact, it's better if they don't. Do you understand, Don?"
"I understand. I hope you understand that I won't remain faithful to a cheating and neglectful wife."
"I don't expect you to, and you haven't been. I just wish you'd pick on girls your own age. You were lucky to get caught by Barbara. At least, there's a way out. Any other mother would have called the police and then took the pictures. Any other woman would blame you, not the wife. She got it right, but you just lucked out. This one's on me, Don, and don't think I'm pleased about this. I'm not, but at least I'll get my cheating out in the open, and that is something I have always fantasized doing, so, all in all, this will be worth it--I think."
"I hope so, because Barbara plans to turn you into a whore and a bitch, a real bitch, and I got the impression that this won't be a one-time thing. I think the dogs will be here to stay and the boys will be your best customers, the girls, too, for that matter."
"Are you serious? Did she say that?"
"She implied it, and she is serious about sending me to prison if she doesn't get everything she wants. I was setup, Faye. That little girl was no virgin, and Barbara set that whole scene up. It's you she wants, Faye."
"Me! Why me?"
"I don't know, but she made it clear that it was you she wanted and if I wanted to stay out of prison, I had better help her get you."
"So all that crap about making memories and living a lifetime of love and affection in a few hours was you helping her get me?"
"No, I couldn't do that to you, and I never dreamed there was anything I could do or say that would get you to do the things she wanted, so I resolved myself to going to prison. It was only after you showed a willingness to make her happy that I began entertaining notions on how I might help."
Faye was pacing in the bedroom, mulling over his words and the whole situation. She had a lot of pieces to fit into her new life puzzle, so she paced quite a bit. Don just watched until she stopped pacing and faced him to say, "I hope you realize this complicates matters a great deal."
"I realized that as soon as you said your affair wasn't over."
"Don, I don't see how I can be a wife, a mistress, and be owned by Barbara. Somehow, wife, mistress, whore, and real bitch don't mesh with motherhood."
"Well, you can toss out wife. You haven't been a wife for eighteen years, not sexually."
"True."
"And what's his name doesn't know he has a free hand."
"His name is Jason, Don."
"Just keep juggling Jason, only now, you just have to juggle around Barbara. I'm sure she won't be hanging out here in the country. I do see her popping in from time to time to check on things, to see that her orders are being carried out."
"You're probably right, and Jason never stays long. He gets his fuck and leaves. They might never meet."
"Yes, but who's to say she won't love the idea of you having a lover that you'll kick your husband out of his marital bed for, or like a man that would interrupt a family meal to bend you over the table, yank down your panties, and butt fuck you with your tit in the gravy."
"Umm, yes. He'd do that, too. He'd love to do that. For him, I'd pull my cheeks apart and stick my tit in hot gravy. As for me kicking you out of bed for him, you'd better believe it, and I wouldn't care if you laid on the floor or pulled up a chair and watched. When my man wants pussy, he gets pussy, and anyone that doesn't like it can just jack off or finger-fuck themselves. Do you think she might, you know, like it?"
"Faye, this woman is major league kinky. This thing you have going is a game of slap and tickle compared to what she's into."
"God, you're right." Faye sat on the bed beside Don. "You know, it hasn't really sunk in. I mean, this woman plans to have me sucking and fucking dogs in front of our kids. Screw wife and mistress. How do I be a mother to kids who see me on my hands and knees getting fucked like a real bitch?"
"Or sucking on one till he cums in your mouth, and they see you swallowing his dog cum. You'll have to swallow. I hope you know that."
"I fully intend to, Don. I love sucking cock and swallowing sperm. I doubt a dog will be much different, maybe better. The idea does not make me sick; it makes me horny. With my kids watching, it makes me very horny."
"So, you do suck cock!"
"Don, I have sucked off and swallowed every man I ever screwed except you, and it wasn't just a few. We're talking two or three a year for twenty years. Do the math."
"You just had to rub that in, didn't you?"
"It gives me a charge. I'm sorry. By the way, the first was on our honeymoon. I sucked off the taxi driver while you registered us. You weren't even the first to fuck me after the wedding. I fucked a bellhop while you were checking out the hotel facilities. His black sperm was in my pussy when you got your first marital fuck, and for every fuck you got, he got three, and he got a choice of holes. I thought for sure Jill would be black."
"Fuck. I'll say one thing for you. I never had a clue. You're good."
"I don't think anybody ever had a clue. Now you know why I insist we live out in the country. I do all my cheating at home. If we had neighbors watching who comes and goes, good wouldn't help. I am good, but that's all over, and we need to get this ball rolling. We're still in the same mess and we have kids we need to prepare. I think I'll just leave the cheating out of this until I see what Barbara's intentions are. Hell, I may totally lose interest in slap and tickle games if it turns out that I like dogs, incest, eating pussy, and sucking piss. Hell, they've all featured in my fantasies at one time or another. I never dreamed I'd actually do any, and here I am faced with them all, and who knows what else. A kinky woman owns my ass, and I have to keep her happy."
"This should be interesting."
"Yes, but first, I have to get through this masturbating thing and I want you to know, this will be the hardest thing I will ever do in my entire life. I don't masturbate for anybody, and I have never shaved my pussy for anybody, and here I'm about to do both in front of my fucking kids. Don, I'm not sure I can, and to tell you the truth, I've been stalling."
"I know, but if you're going to try to save my ass, this is a smart thing to do. Look, take your time in there and I'll sit the kids down and lay it all out for them. I'll be the bad guy and you're doing this just as an ice breaker, because you have to do it for real to save my dumb ass. There's no need to sully your image, no need to talk, just do it and let the act speak for itself. You're the sacrificing hero for as long as this goes on, no matter what you have to do to keep this family together."
"No, I don't want that part. I caused this. I'll come clean. They must see my true lusty nature, and they must see that I'm a hypocrite. Some things are bound to turn me on, and I don't want to try to hide that fact. That would be torture. No, if I turn into a blubbering slut under a humping dog, I don't want them to be too surprised. After they see how I masturbate, they won't be at all surprised."
"It's that good, huh?"
"Don, I have a large dildo that was cast from Jason's cock, exact in every detail, even the skin tone. I keep it inside the box springs of our mattress. I plan to use that. That is how I masturbate."
"Inside the box springs? How do you get to it?"
"Easy. There's a tear in that gauze dust cover underneath. I just reach my hand in and there it is. No one would ever think to look there."
"You're right. Damn! You actually fuck yourself, then?"
"Oh, yes, and with no pubic hair to hide anything, it'll be quite a sight to see. It'll go up my ass to the balls when I go for my orgasm, and I use both hands with my legs as wide as they'll go. I'll have no secrets when this is over."
"Jesus Christ! So, I'll finally get to see my wife's pussy."
"Yes, but keep in mind that at least a hundred men got to see it before you, and they all saw it while I had my legs out in the splits with my cunt lips pulled apart. I love to show men my pussy. That I'll do where and when I feel I can get away with it. Actually, the number has to be closer to two hundred, and that's why I do most of my shopping in Cedar Springs. When I go Cedar Springs shopping, I don't wear panties."
"Damn! You just had to rub that in, didn't you?"
"Yes, and now, I'm ready. Go get the kids and just tell them that I am going to masturbate for them to show them what I do almost everyday after they leave for school. Let me explain why afterward. And, Don, if you feel like pissing on me, do it. I'll explain why you pissed on me and why I deserved it. Do it and leave. Do it when you think it's appropriate, but I would think right after, while I'm lying in post orgasmic bliss would be most effective. Piss in my pussy, then piss in my face when I sit up with my mouth wide open in shock. Piss in my mouth. Piss right in my face."
"I can't piss with a hard-on, Faye, and I am not jacking off."
"I think you will, and if you do, I think you'll inspire company. I think Jill will whether you do or not, and if you piss on me, I know she'll join you. After all the shit I have given that girl about masturbating, she's going to be pissed, and she has every right to be."
"Jill masturbates?"
"Yes, and she thinks she has the right. You have no idea how much sexual tension exists in this house. I keep the sexual heat turned up with the lid on tight. You're not the only sexually frustrated male I turn loose on innocent streets. I use the girls to get to the guys. I have never respected their modesty, not even when the boys have their friends over. I'll strip either one of those girls and paddle their behinds with a room full of boys looking on. I've done it a number of times and did it to Harriet just recently with Frank and four of his football buddies watching. I take my time and make sure everyone gets a good long look at their tits and pussies, and a good look at a girl's pussy must show pink, Don."
"Christ! How could I not be aware of all this? You say Jill masturbates. Is that because you make her?"
"No, masturbation is a sin. That's mostly what she gets punished for. If it weren't for masturbation, she'd be a perfect young lady, faultless, and she is now of legal age to screw anybody she wants, and she is damned pissed about not being able to masturbate in her own home. She thinks it's healthy, normal, moral, and does it to spite me. I have walked in on her dozens of times. She won't even lock her door. Everyone has walked in on Jill masturbating. She won't stop, won't run anyone off, and she does it in the nude with her legs wide apart. By the way, Jill shaves her pussy lips, and I give her hell about that, too. When I catch her masturbating, or check and find a recent shave between her legs, I put Tabasco on her pussy."
"Tabasco?"
"Yes, and that hurts, Don. That really hurts. That's a fire that won't go away for hours, and the more you scrub, the worse it gets. The best you can do is lie there and give it plenty of air. You just lie there and let your pussy cook. It is the most excruciating pain you can imagine, Don. It feels like a hot iron pressed between your legs, and when someone blows on it, it cools down to the temperature of scalding water. That still hasn't stopped her or even slowed her down. I caught Harriet one time, Tabascoed her twat, and that was enough for her. She was thirteen at the time, and I dare say she hasn't masturbated in this house since."
"God, I wish I could have seen that."
"Everyone else did for six hours, and Billy had two of his little buddies over. She didn't care who saw as long as someone would blow on it for her. She had no trouble getting help. Even Jill took turns. Jill has a nice pussy, but Harriet has a great pussy. I even took a few turns."
"I knew she would. With legs like hers, you know there's got to be dynamite pussy at the top. Now, Jill, I figure she has one of those long, thin-lipped slits that stay closed even with her legs wide apart."
"She does, but Jill has the largest clit I ever saw. She has a clit like a baby's dick. She doesn't pay much attention to her hole, but she gives that clit a workout. She even jacks it like a dick. She likes to tug and pull on it, get it all out, hanging out of her slit, then she beats the fuck out of it, or just toys with it, showing it off. She's very proud of her long, prick-like clit, and loves showing it off, that and her tits."
"I wish she'd show it off to me. I love big clits."
"Harriet is just the opposite. She's terribly self conscious, but then her pussy is terribly vulgar looking. That girl shows pink with her legs together. She has a puffy-lipped taco pussy, heavy on the sauce. When I caught her masturbating, she seemed fascinated with her hole, so I rubbed the Tabasco in and around her hole and all inside her slit. She had to hold her cunt lips open the whole time. With Jill, I just give her clit a good coating and pull it out from between her lips."
"Sounds to me like you enjoy playing with their pussies."
"I do, but I don't think it showed. I am always stern and angry, intent on humiliating those girls to mold them into proper young ladies. I rub their pussies as though they were smelly feet. I'm good at my role, Don, and I don't think anyone suspects that I use the girls to sexually arouse anyone. If there are outsiders present, I apologize, beg their indulgence, invite them to stay if they don't mind as it will add to the girl's humiliation, and then I simply ignore their presence and deal with the bad girl. No one has ever walked out yet. I have put on some fantastic exhibitions. I remember one time ..."
"Faye, you're stalling again. It's getting close to midnight."
"I know. God damnit. I am so fucking nervous. They're going to hate me or laugh at me, or ..."
"Hey, they will not hate you or laugh at you. Your kids adore you. They always have and they always will, and I can't imagine anyone not wanting to see all of you in hot sexual action, getting down and dirty. You're a very sexy woman, Faye. Barbara certainly thinks so, and you know what a looker she is. Your sex appeal shows through. You can't hide it and those kids have to live with it. Give us all a treat, will ya?"
Faye smiled big and said, "All right. I'm doing it. I'm going all the way, down and dirty, no holes barred, no holding back. It's now or never."
She stood, squared her shoulders, and marched into the bathroom. Don woke the kids and gathered them in the dining room. They were very confused, all wearing PJs, and here it was close to midnight on a school night. He waited for all the whining to stop, then let a pregnant pause build tension before saying, "Kids, your mother is going to masturbate and she wants us all to watch. She will explain later, but she wanted me to tell you that she is going to do this just as she does every morning after you kids leave for school. She's going to do her thing and pretend we're not there. When it's all over, she'll explain everything."
Jill said, "Dad, what the hell is going on?"
"Don't ask me any questions. I don't have any answers. This was news to me. As far as I knew, she never masturbated in her life. In fact, I have never actually seen her vagina. All I've ever seen is pubic hair, and she's in the bathroom shaving all of that off. I'll just have to wait and see what this is all about. I do know she has a very good reason for doing this. She's not crazy, drunk, horny, off the deep end, or anything like that. She is doing something she said she had to do. She did say she has been a terrible hypocrite for the past twenty years and wants to make up for that in this way. Let's just leave it at that and go watch. Take your chairs with you and set them around the bed."
Jill said, "Daddy, if she actually goes through with this, I'm going to do more than watch. I hope it won't embarrass you, but I'll take my PJs off and masturbate with her."
"You won't embarrass me, and I may join you. I've been after her to shave her vagina since before we got married, and I have begged to watch her masturbate. I may lose control. I hope I don't embarrass you and Harriet--any of you kids for that matter."
Harriet, following along with her chair, said, "You won't embarrass me, Daddy. If you feel like doing it, go right ahead. I won't look."
Frank said, "You mean you won't look away."
"All right, Frank. Let's not inhibit anyone. This is difficult enough as it is."
They were all in the bedroom and Don took the choice spot, right at the foot of the bed. Jill sat butted up next to his seat with Ben squeezing out Harriet for the seat on the other side of him. Don almost had a daughter sandwich, and silently cursed Ben. Harriet set her chair at the corner on his right. Billy and Frank sat on the far side close to the foot. Clearly, everyone figured the action would be at the foot of the bed.
While waiting, sexual tension rose along with four dicks. You can't hide an erection in PJ bottoms worn without underwear. Eventually, the dick poked out through the wide slit. When that happened, the owner let it remain out. Very quickly, all three male PJs had erect cocks sticking out of them, and Frank lightly stroked his seven-inch beauty.
Jill couldn't take any more, stood, shucked her PJ bottoms, sat, and began rubbing and tugging on her clit. Don had to look to her lap, and when he did, she moved off the clit so he could see it while saying, "Sorry, Dad, but I can't wait."
Frank said, "Hey, Harriet, why don't you join her?"
"I'll wait for Mom. I'm afraid this is just a trick to see who falls for it. I'll bet she comes out with a bottle of Tabasco. I'm not taking any chances."
Billy got up and turned the two bedside lamps on, then tilted the shades to cast light on the bed. Frank thought it would be better to relocate them on the dresser that was right behind Don. That was a better idea, so they got the nod. Once set, the foot of the bed was lit up like daytime. Now, they had a brightly-lit stage, four kids playing with their genitals, one with her hand cupping her crotch with clamped legs, so Daddy took out his cock and went to see what was taking so long.
He stroked with one hand while tapping with the other: "Faye, it's getting late."
The door cracked open and Faye pulled him in. Naked, standing in a defensive crouch, terrified, on the verge of tears, she cried, "Don, I can't do this. I just can't."
Don peered down and could see she'd gone through with the shave. Though one hand was in her crotch, hair would have been sticking out on all sides. He stroked her back and said, "I understand, sweetheart. I'll send the kids back to bed and we can concentrate on our last night together. We need to go over finances, decide important matters, and we don't have much time."
Faye looked up with deep concern, then said, "Don, if this is more of your helping Barbara ..."
"Faye, face it. If you can't do it now, you sure can't do it tomorrow. I accept that fact, and now we must deal with the reality. This is no game. They're hauling me off tomorrow. We have things we have to do."
"All right, God damnit, I'm going out there, but if I ever find out that you were in cahoots with that woman and this threat was all bullshit, I will kill you, Donald Paul Krough, and then I'll fuck every colored man in town on your grave."
Don took her highly agitated form by the shoulders, looked her anxiety-ridden face deep in the eyes, smiled and said, "Darling, I swear to you, this is real and no conspiracy. You should also know that your kids are already masturbating just from the anticipation of seeing you masturbate with a shaved pussy."
"They're masturbating?"
"Yes, though Harriet thinks this is a trick and you'll come out with a bottle of Tabasco. She has her hand between her legs, but outside the PJs. Everyone else is playing with naked sex organs, and look at me. I came in this way."
Faye looked at his rigid, weeping, throbbing cock, then smiled, relaxed visibly, then looked up and said, "They honestly want to see me do this?"
"Down and dirty, buck naked, hot and juicy. I am going to cum on you, and I will piss on you."
"You will!"
"I promise, and those boys will cum on you, too. I must warn you, Jill went out and returned with a bottle of Tabasco. She hid it under the bed, but I saw. What should I do about it?"
"Nothing. She owes me. I've done it to myself just to make sure it was safe to do on them. I have drenched my cunt, inside and out. It damn near killed me, but it didn't hurt me. Besides, after hurting Harriet so badly, I've been diluting the Tabasco with olive oil and red food coloring. Right now, it's mostly colored oil and the pain is mostly in Jill's head. No, let her do whatever she wants. I'll take it like a big girl. Don't do anything to stop her, but you might influence her to wait till I'm finished. The show stops with Tabasco. When that shit hits the clit, that's it. You've got about ten seconds and then there's no more touching. I have to act like it's raw Tabasco."
"If I see her reaching too soon, I'll just give her a wait sign."
"I think she will anyway. I always let her finish--well, sorta. I stand by with the bottle at the ready and pepper her clit as soon as she reaches her climax. That way, I can make her rub it into herself. I love doing it that way because it gives me an excuse to take the best seat in the house and watch with everyone else. She's going to get even, and I use both hands. She'll pepper the fuck out of me, and I'll be getting that shit all up in my cunt, all in my slit, all over my clit, and rubbing it in. Oh god, I'm ready, Don!"
Don kissed her and exited, gave the others the thumbs up, then took his seat, leaned over and whispered to his naked daughter, "Don't pepper her cunt until she starts to cum, then pepper the fuck out of it."
Jill smiled big and thrust her chest out when she saw her daddy checking out her tits. He gave her nearest turgid nipple a friendly tweak and that brought her free hand to his cock, making him sit up and take notice as she passionately said in a voice loud enough to be heard in the bathroom, "I want you to fuck me, Daddy! I want you to fuck my cunt right in front of Mom. Cum in my pussy. Knock my ass up. I don't care. I want your cock and so does Harriet. She's a virgin, and she's been saving her cherry for you."
Don looked to Harriet and saw her tearing off her PJs. When she was naked and resettled, she confirmed Jill's statement by actions, showing her pussy to her daddy like a girl that wanted to give it to him.
The bathroom door opened slowly and everyone froze, turned, and watched Faye enter the room wearing a long, flowing, sheer robe that showed her nakedness faintly through a flowery print. This was the robe she always wore with a full slip. It never looked better as she approached the side of the bed at the head, pretending no one was in the room. She dipped low and reached under.
She came up with a giant black cock, a fiberglass replica complete with bulging veins, a shiny black fuck muscle with large balls that formed a flat base which she planted at the edge of the mattress and gazed on while on her knees. Onlookers could easily imagine the black buck reclined before her as she ran her tongue all over that mighty instrument, then deeply sucked it into her mouth while fanning her outstretched fingers over an imaginary black abdomen.
The family watched this with their eyes wide and mouths hung open, but only Don knew this was the cock of her current lover, Jason, the man she wanted him to subordinate his marital rights to, a man she'd butt fuck at the supper table with her tit in hot gravy with the kids looking on.
And now, he wanted that, and he wanted to beg the owner of that magnificent fuck stick for a piece of his wife's ass, and he wanted to be told no even after he'd licked his cock and kissed his balls right in front of his entire family.
Faye glanced to Don's throbbing cock and seemed to know that. Her smiling eyes met his and conveyed a message he understood perfectly: "Yes, Don, my lover is a colored man, and this is the cock you'll grovel at. This is the cock you'll suck just to get a whiff of my adulterous pussy. Get a good look, Don. This isn't slap and tickle, and this isn't going away. This is the cock I take good care of, or will from now on, and your children will want it that way, because they'll get to watch, and I'll share this cock with Jill and Harriet. You just lost that cherry. Look at her. Yes, Don, he'll own all the pussy under your roof, and he's a stingy, uppity nigger, the kind you hate. Suffer, white boy, you won't be getting any pussy from Jason, none, but you'll find out that he's not stingy with his own kind. He'll see that we all get knocked up with little black bastards, and you know what? I couldn't be more thrilled."
Don got that silent message loud and clear, and if that weren't enough, Faye lifted her mouth free, turned her head and said, "What do you think of Jason's cock, Don?"
He wasn't expecting her to acknowledge anyone's presence, wasn't ready with a response, so he nodded. Her use of the vulgar term for a penis was as much a shock to the kids as her earlier use of the "F" word was to him. In many ways, it was more shocking than watching her mouth a dick.
She noted the shocked reaction, smiled, gave the head a lick, then said directly to Don, "It's a perfect likeness of my lover's cock. He had it cast in fiberglass and gave it to me on my thirty-fifth birthday. Wasn't that a thoughtful gift to give your mistress?"
Again he nodded. The kids were in awe, looking from parent to parent. Clearly, Faye could not wait to bring this out in the open, and went on, "I've used it everyday since, sometimes three, four times a day. It's the gift that keeps on giving. I'll show you how I thanked him, how I still thank him, how I will keep on thanking him right here in our marital bed where you get a dead, lifeless poke every three months."
The kids were looking at their father the entire time, puzzled by the fact that he was still beating his dick and not his cheating wife. Faye went on, "Watch closely, Don, and picture the children watching this in the flesh. Pretend they're here, watching me do this, and you'll know what they'll be seeing when I get Jason on this bed again very soon. Just picture him lying here, naked, with his magnificent black cock sticking up and drooling his golden precum."
That let everyone know the score--Don was present, the kids were not. She ran her tongue all over the shiny crown as though lapping up his precum, making pleasure noises, then sucking him deep in her mouth, making more pleasure noises, then fucking her head on the cock before pulling up with a parting kiss, then standing up as though between his legs.
Smiling, she said to the place on the mattress where a head would be, "I love sucking your magnificent black cock, Jason. If my husband ever saw me suck a dick, he'd shit, and if he ever saw me suck a black cock, he'd die. I have never put my mouth anywhere near his little white penis, and I told him sperm made me sick. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me sucking and swallowing yours, licking sperm off your cock, balls, and asshole."
The kids no longer cared how their father took the news. They were all masturbating intently, fascinated with what they were seeing and hearing. This was not the mother they knew, but it was Faye Krough, the woman who gave birth to them, and they were seeing more of Faye Krough than they'd ever seen before.
Faye moved back from the bed and made as though closing her lover's legs before straddling them with her knees against the mattress, standing in a half squat before the cock. Everyone plainly saw her phantom lover in their mind's eye as she unbelted her robe and said, "Jason, I have a surprise for you."
She opened the robe and dropped it. Six pairs of eyes devoured her full nudity but came to rest in her denuded crotch as her hands framed the area she'd shaved, saying, "I shaved my pussy for you, Jason. Do you like it?"
Harriet had to lean out over the mattress to see around the hip, and Ben pushed her down so he could see over her. Don pulled both of them back to their seats, then motioned sternly for them to remain seated. Faye waited for Don to regain control of the kids that weren't there before resuming her little passion play by saying, "Oh, you want a better look?"
She mounted the bed and squatted over Jason's head, saying, "How's this? Can you see everything, now? Oh, Jason, yes, lick my cunt." And it appeared someone were licking her cunt. She reversed herself and assumed a sixty-nine position, returning to her cock sucking while giving Frank and Billy a great rear shot of her bare beaver pretending to be licked. Now, it was Jill leaning across the bed. Don brought her back, and pressed her into her seat.
They watched this sixty-nine for a few minutes, then Faye reversed herself again and squatted over the cock. Six fascinated eyes watched eleven inches of black plastic slide inside Faye's body like a sword being set in its scabbard, and then the scabbard fucked the sword while playing with its floppy tits, holding both up, sucking one turgid nipple then the other teasingly for Jason. The two tit nuts, Frank and Ben, almost blew their wads. Jill wasn't much better. She tried to suck her own, but never came close, even with Daddy's help.
Faye took in all the action going on around her, studying each kid's reaction, pleased by what she was seeing, extremely pleased by Jill's reaction. She had one leg out over her father's lap, the other on Frank's, and fucked herself with three fingers while rubbing her clit hard. This was very rare for Jill to enter herself.
Harriet was almost as bad, sitting back with both feet at the corner edges of her chair, finger-fucking her own pussy, letting her brother, Ben, feel her up at will. He had both hands exploring her body and when he wanted in the pussy, she pulled her finger out and allowed his in. When they moved on, hers returned. This wasn't like Harriet at all, and when Don wanted to feel her pussy, she did the same for him. She had a brother fingering her asshole and squeezing her tit while her father fingered her pussy as she held the lips open for him.
Faye smiled to herself, then said to the mattress, "Do I mind if you fuck Jill? Of course I don't mind. [Jill moaned loudly and heaved up her loins] No, I see no problem. Jill does as she's told. [Jill cried, "Oh God!"] No, Jason, you don't need to use a rubber. I wouldn't insult your cock by wrapping it in rubber. She'll take it raw and suffer the consequences. ["OH FUCK YES!"] Like I said, Jill does as she's told. If you want her pregnant, I will simply tell her to get pregnant. If you want her to bear you a bastard, she will bear you a bastard. It's that simple."
"OH FUCK! OH GOD!" Jill came unhinged and unseated, sliding to the floor in her orgasmic writhing, coming to rest in a fold with her legs on the mattress and her head on the seat, dazed and still fucking herself.
Faye kept the momentum up, because Harriet was about to join her sister. Faye said, "It might interest you to know that Harriet is a virgin. She's been saving her cherry for her father, but I'm sure she'd rather give it to you. We can arrange for you to take her cherry when she's fertile."
"AAHHHHH! Oh god! Yes! Yes! ahhhhhh ..." She slid onto the mattress with her back resting on the seat.
Two down, three to go. "What, Jason? You want to watch my sons fuck me? That's kinky. I love it. Yes, Jason, invite your friends. I'll fuck all three at once--Frank in my cunt, Ben in my ass, and Billy can fuck me in the mouth."
Sperm flew, and some hit her. Now, papa bear. "Of course I'll make my husband watch. Who do you think will suck those boys hard for me?"
Don stood, knelt on the mattress, and splattered her flank from shoulder to hip with thick ropes of sperm, then fell forward and found himself looking into a bald pussy fucking itself on black fiberglass."
"Don, get your head off Jason's belly. Can't you see we're trying to fuck? Get back in your chair and stay there, or you'll have to leave the room. You can lick his cock when I'm through fucking it and not before."
Don gave her his whipped puppy look, got up, and returned to his seat. He helped Jill up and then made Harriet get back in her seat and sit up. The boys all had new erections as Faye got in a new position, lying on her back in the spotlights with her ass at the foot of the bed centered on Don. Her feet were outside of Jill on her right and Ben on her left with the knees laid back, opening the plane of her sloppy wet sex beautifully. Using the fingers of both hands, she pulled the fleshy cunt lips wide. Six heads converged over the scene as she said to Don, "Eat Jason's load out of my cunt, Don. Be a good hubby and suck my lover's sperm out of my adulterous pussy."
Don's head came down and he ate imaginary sperm from a very real cunt. Someone on his left shot a load of real cum on the clit while he was down low licking the asshole. Don wasn't going to say anything, and he wasn't about to go back up, but the sperm was headed his way. A very excited Faye ended his dilemma by saying, "You missed the sperm in my slit. Get it all, Don. Lick it all up and swallow it. Suck the sperm off my clit."
Before he could really think through his possible courses of action, sperm got on his tongue, and he just started licking his way up the slit, licking and swallowing, and before he knew it, he was sucking on a spermy clit with Billy and Ben kneeling at their mother's hips, beating their cocks madly in his peripheral vision.
Don retreated to the asshole to clear the target area. Ben hit first, then Billy followed immediately after. A thick mass of white goo slid down a broad pink oval. Back he came as two girls had orgasms, face down on the bed at his sides, almost cheek to cheek with him, watching their father lick their brother's cum off their mother's pussy. The thought occurred to him that his family was definitely into incest. When Harriet disappeared and a hard sucking mouth got his cock, he thought, "Definitely."
He just finished pumping a load in Harriet's mouth when Faye pushed him out of her cunt and took the dildo in hand. Don got everyone back in their seats and wiped his chin. So did Harriet.
Faye fucked herself in that same position, got the boys hard yet again, had the girls frigging off again, but Don was down for the count, though this was by far the most erotic and vulgar thing he ever saw. Faye told him to hold Jason's balls. Now, he held the cock and Faye fucked herself on it. The woman could flat put a fuckin' on a dick. He never saw such moves, and he began to feel like pissing on her the more he saw what she could do but never did for him. On and on it went.
Finally, she pulled the cock out and centered the head on her asshole. Don braced as she slid her ass scabbard down the sword. Jill slyly reached for the Tabasco as Faye began masturbating with both hands, hard and fast. Jill got ready, uncapped the bottle, and when her mother heaved up and cried out, Jill upended that bottle and made it rain fire.
Faye screamed but kept pounding as her hands turned red. She screamed and writhed in pain and ecstasy, just as Jill always did, and Jill still pumped the inverted bottle, even after Faye pulled her hands away because the pain was too great. Jill peppered bare pussy flesh, then shoved the bottle into the elevated and tilted back cunt.
Faye acted helpless as Jill took the base of the bottle and fucked it in and out fast to empty the contents inside her mother's writhing pussy while its owner looked on and screamed with fingers spread and arched back, hovering over the scene.
Over the sound of her own screams, Faye could hear Jill yelling, "How does that feel, Mother? Do you like that? Do you like having your pussy on fire? Isn't masturbation fun with Tabasco sauce? Have it all. Have lots of fun."
And when the twelve-ounce bottle was empty, Jill left it in and sat back, folded her arms, and watched her mother writhe in agony, cry real tears, and beg someone, anyone, to take the bottle out.
Don took the bottle out, stood with his dick in his hand, and pissed into her gaping cunt. Her head shot up, mouth wide, and he filled her mouth. He pissed all over her face, then returned to her cunt and washed her out with the rest. She needed a good washing out and she got it. When Don was done and had stormed off, Jill went to the bathroom. She returned with a washrag and towel. She handed the washrag to Harriet and together they mopped and wiped, going gently in the crotch.
Faye watched while propped up on her elbows, still with her legs yawning wide, marveling at the way they dabbed and blotted in intimate areas. Harriet wasn't shy about handling and wiping tit flesh and Jill had no qualms about touching her mother's pussy, pulling out a cunt lip to dab in the slit. Faye never wiped or blotted and would sometimes add more just as the pain was becoming tolerable.
The intense heat was already subsiding, and internally, she only felt warmth. The piss douche was quite effective. Harriet, having finished wiping all the piss from Faye's body, assisted Jill by pulling out the other cunt lip. Both girls were on their knees, side by side, using one arm to press on the inner thigh on each side to lay their mother's loins wide. They had their mother's pussy all to themselves and they were sharing, doing more examining than nursing, being completely uninhibited about what they were doing. Jill sent Ben for the Q-tips.
Frank and Billy sat on the bed at Faye's right side, and Ben took a seat at her left after handing Jill the Q-tips. All overlooked the scene as Jill took a Q-tip and addressed her efforts to the folds and wrinkles while Harriet unfolded and unwrinkled cunt flesh. While dabbing at her mother's piss hole, Jill said, "I'm sorry, Mother, but I owed you."
"I know. I expected it. Don't worry, I will never do that to you again."
Jill dabbed around the clit as Harriet peeled back the hood. She said, "So, are you serious about those things you said? Is there a Jason?"
"Yes, and yes."
"Is he the Greyson's butler?"
"Yes, you know him?"
"He's been in the newspaper. Everyone knows him."
"I haven't been to town lately, and I haven't heard from him all week. I can't call him; I have to wait till he calls me. What happened?"
"Some guys broke in and raped Cindy Greyson and forced Jason to screw her in front of her mother and father."
"Good Lord. Who would have the nerve?"
"There's a rape gang being run from the high school and rumor has it that the principal controls and directs them. Everyone says he has something on Estelle and there's nothing she can do about it. I heard that Jason is fucking Cindy regularly to get her pregnant, and Estelle has to let him."
"Well, that would explain why he hasn't called. I can't compete with pussy like that. Your principal really has it in for them, doesn't he?"
Frank said, "That's nothing. They also put the dogs on her--two big Dobermans. They fucked her. Her parents had to watch that, too."
"You don't say. I'll bet you kids would like to watch that, huh?"
They all said they'd love it, so Faye began telling them about Barbara, the rape, the call, the demand, and what was likely to happen tomorrow evening, leaving nothing out and nothing to the imagination. Three dicks got hard and Jill ate pussy. Harriet waited her turn as Don returned to the room, took a seat and watched. Now, he wasn't there and the kids were.
While getting her pussy sucked in turns, Faye confessed her kink, told stories of her adulterous adventures, and described her favorite fantasies. She fucked the boys and sucked the girls, then sucked the boys and fucked the girls. Harriet's cherry fell to a replica of Jason's cock though her Daddy's cock was ready, willing and able. He, however, wasn't there and if he had been, he didn't have Jason's permission.
Both girls eagerly pledged their pussies to Jason and surrendered their wombs to him. They also promised to serve Barbara in any way she desired. This orgy lasted till sunup, and Billy was the only one that wanted to go to school. Everyone else wanted to stay home and plan for Barbara's visit.
Barbara called Judy first thing Wednesday morning, elated by her success. She wanted Judy to go with her at seven. Judy would have it no other way. They rode together with Bruno in the back seat. All the way out, Barbara speculated about what they'd see in the way of vulgar. Judy, having heard Billy's account and the plans they'd discussed, knew that Barbara was in for a shock but didn't let on. Instead, she asked Barbara not to get her hopes too high and accept whatever state as vulgar enough, something to build on. Barbara had no choice. The threat was hollow and there were no pictures; still, she had high hopes.
When they arrived, they just walked in without knocking. Barbara's chin hit the floor. Faye was laid out over a coffee table that was turned broadside to the door, arms and legs bound to the table legs. One large mutt was fucking her cunt while another was fucking her throat. The Krough males were all on the far side jacking off. The naked girls were on their backs, side by side, on the floor with their legs wide facing the door. Written in red lipstick across four thighs was the message:
Barbara read the message, then released Bruno. He chose the little one and settled between OUR DADDY and TO PRISON, got in to the balls after she lifted her cunt to his belly, then began fucking her hard. Barbara turned to Judy and said, "Am I good or what?"
Judy just smiled.
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