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Dirty Old Man 
By Phil Phantom (phil@philphantom.com)
 
***

Donna almost dropped her daughter's folded laundry when 
she opened Angie's bedroom door and saw her naked 
eleven-year-old with a mouthful of her grandfather's 
cock -- Angie's father's, father's ten-inch cock. The 
scene was posed, staged to make Donna drop laundry. Had 
she not been somewhat prepared, laundry would have gone 
flying. A week earlier, laundry would have been 
everywhere and Donna would have had a turd in her 
knickers. (Mg, Fg, bi, ped, inc, beast)

***

Donna clutched laundry and found support by leaning on 
the door frame. Her weak knees needed support. Stan, 
her father-in-law, just grinned, then returned his 
attention to the blow job he was getting, knowing Donna 
was stuck at the door frame. 

Donna hated being stuck, but stuck she was, pinned like 
a bug with big bug eyes, staring at a debauch. All 
resolve to do one of the many responsible things she 
had resolved to do when the sexual activity finally 
surfaced, dissolved into mesmerized immobility in the 
face of the first instance of surfaced sexual activity. 
There she stood, struck dumb, speechless, powerless, 
stuck like a bug. 

Her immobility put a wry victory smile on Stan's face. 
His gamble had paid off, the prep time sufficient, the 
execution, flawless. Donna never imagined the first 
scene would be this fascinating, this vulgar, this up-
close and personal. A hand up a little girl's dress, 
she was prepared for. Nothing could prepare a mother 
for the scene Donna bore witness to. Her lovely naked 
daughter lying face-down over her grandfather's lap, 
lengthwise, butt to the door with her little legs 
parted wide by his legs and her little head bobbing 
over his lap with a mouthful of cock. 

Donna stared into a little beaver being manipulated by 
manly adult fingers, probing both holes or parting both 
lips, pulling apart both cheeks, showing both nasty 
holes of her only child. 

Angie was gorgeous down there--her hairless, coral-
pink, puffy- lipped, slimy-slick quim was enough to 
freeze a good mom in her sensible shoes and wet her K-
Mart cotton panties that she bought on sale at six for 
three dollars. 

Damn him! He knew her horny housewife pussy was sliming 
the crotch of her brand new fifty-cent panties, 
rendering her irresponsible in the face of a 
provocation that demanded immediate, firm, and decisive 
action. 

Damn that sexy, seductive, senior citizen--that dirty-
old-man with that magnificent hard cock that her little 
girl could only manage to get the head inside her 
sucking mouth! Damn her stupid husband for inviting 
that seasoned cock into a home with two very vulnerable 
cunts! And damn that little slut, that shameless little 
cock-sucker, that adorable little whore. DAMN! 

Donna mentally cursed herself for all the good 
opportunities she let slip by, opportunities brought on 
by actions so bold, so inappropriate, so crude and 
offensive, or obvious as to intent, each one demanding 
that a responsible mother set the man straight, lay 
down the law, and exercise her rights as the mother and 
co-owner of the home the offender treated as his own 
whenever Doug was away, and Doug was currently away for 
a full week with another week before he was due to 
return. Stan arrived the day Doug left, but his stay 
had no set length. 

Donna recognized the seduction from the first day, but 
said nothing. Each day grew worse and each day Angie 
slipped deeper under his influence, eating up his 
inappropriate attention like a starved refuge; sucking 
up sexual compliments like a nympho cheerleader; giving 
and receiving kisses like a spinster at the county 
kissing booth; clinging to him like iron filings to a 
magnet though the magnet liked to lounge around in his 
BVDs with the iron in panties because those were the 
minimum required apparel for iron, a long standing rule 
otherwise Angie would remain nude under a roof. With 
school now out for the summer and Grandpa staying over, 
Angie remained under the roof unless Stan went outside, 
which he rarely did. 

Donna watched the result of her dumb strategy with the 
knowledge that her non-action in the face of a 
determined seduction of an innocent minor with a strong 
craving for physical intimacy and an abnormal interest 
in anything sexual was as good as giving a child 
molester a green light and handing him a willing 
victim. She might just as well have stripped Angie and 
laid her over his lap then guided his cock to her lips 
and his hands to her crotch. 

That provocative thought made Donna's cheap panties 
even wetter, her neglected vagina even fuller, her clit 
throb even harder, and she had to question her true 
motives in the face of the result. 

Stan seemed to know the truth days ago, a truth Donna 
was just growing to accept. Donna wanted to press a 
hand between her legs and rub hard but Stan was 
watching, looking for signs of arousal, more green 
lights. Her gawking, silent, non-action was green light 
enough. Her wide-eyed blushing stare was sign enough. 
He didn't need to see her rub off to it or see how wet 
her panties were. That would be a green light to fuck 
the kid, and she couldn't give him that green light 
under any circumstances. 

Donna was certain Angie still had two of her three 
cherries and was just as sure that this was her cherry 
blow job. He was teaching her, being very graphic. 
Angie was an eager student. Donna watched and learned 
along with Angie. Donna knew how to give good blow 
jobs, but she didn't know how Stan liked them--suck 
hard on the head, hold balls with one hand, jack the 
shaft with the other, be prepared to swallow everything 
that comes out. 

Donna had never swallowed semen. The very idea made her 
queasy. She avoided getting semen in her mouth and 
would spit if any snuck by. Her blow jobs were great 
right up to the climax when they became great hand 
jobs. 

Angie didn't seem to have that aversion and looked 
eager to get her gooey reward. Donna stood in awe of 
her little cock-sucker. She made sucking a cock look 
enjoyable, yummy, the most pleasurable thing a female 
can do with her mouth. She had Donna wondering what his 
cum tasted like, what it would feel like going down, 
what a bellyful would be like. Donna thought she could 
learn to swallow if swallowing his load was that 
important to him. It obviously was. 

As she absorbed this exciting suck job, Donna resolved 
to permit blow jobs and offer her oral services as 
well. The damage was done and Stan needed to be 
serviced otherwise he would respect no lines, leave no 
holes unmolested. They'd have to talk, now. They'd have 
to arrive at an agreement. Compromises had to be made, 
even if those compromises meant openly allowing the 
oral molestation of her only child, even if it meant 
stripping Angie and placing the molester's cock to her 
mouth, even doing the jacking or ball massaging, wiping 
cum from Angie's chin and inserting the messy finger in 
her daughter's mouth so she could get it all, though by 
the looks of things, Angie wouldn't lose any. 

The girl was a remarkable cock-sucker, but Donna could 
do better because she could deep throat--well, she 
could deep throat a seven- inch penis. She assumed 
three more inches, once past the back of the throat, 
would make no difference.  Then again, he was much 
thicker and she still hadn't seen the head. A large 
head might trigger the gag reflex she'd overcome with 
great effort. Judging by the way Angie's cheeks were 
bulged out, it was big. 

That got Donna thinking about her father-in-law's cock. 
A large head on a large cock was a combination her 
pussy had an appreciation for, a fantasy cock. Her 
pussy had never been properly stretched. She was a good 
and faithful wife and only tried sex with three other 
cocks prior to meeting Doug. All were smaller than 
Doug. Now that her pussy was thirty years old, it 
needed a good stretching. 

Donna thought about the upcoming negotiations and 
realized that she had three holes to put on the table. 
One, her anal hole, was still cherry. A good mother 
should do whatever is required to spare her daughter 
the loss of two thirds of her cherries. Donna needed a 
damn good reason to engage in anal sex, and that was a 
damn good reason. That was not, however, a damn good 
cock for the job.  Angie sucked on a poop-packer of 
painful proportions. 

Donna resolved to place her anal cherry on the table as 
a last resort. Angie had to be spared that experience 
at all costs. Doug would be upset if he knew that his 
wife was screwing and sucking off his father, but he'd 
be furious if he found out that his daddy got his 
wife's butt cherry, too. 

Donna almost broke a smile at the thought. It would 
serve him right. He should know what his stupidity 
cost, the total cost. Donna further resolved that if 
her butt got reamed, she'd make damn sure Doug knew. 

Her thoughts evaporated as the climax seemed impending. 
She watched and listened closely: 

Stan said, "Okay, baby, pump faster and suck harder. 
When the sperm squirts out, suck and swallow. Keep 
sucking and swallowing. Keep pumping, but pump slower, 
longer, milk my cock. Get every sperm cell out of my 
dick and into your mouth. Swallow every drop, then lick 
my cock and balls. That's it, suck that dick, baby!" 

Stan stiffened, groaned, lifted free of the seat, and 
bugged out Angie's blue eyes as his rod began squirting 
semen in jets that she swallowed as she got them. Donna 
watched Angie's throat muscles gulp after each spasm. 
She devoured sperm without the slightest hesitation--a 
true cum sucker, a natural cock sucker. A cum glutton 
is what she was. 

Donna watched her little cum glutton nurse on the spent 
dick, then finally saw the head when her mouth came off 
to start the licking. The head was, indeed, big, as big 
as a baby's fist. How Angie got her mouth over that 
large object was a mystery. Donna's asshole winced at 
the image of that penile wedge prying through a virgin 
sphincter accustomed to thirty years of one-way 
traffic. Doug would know if Donna had to have Angie 
video tape the sacrifice in color. DAMN! 

Angie was not aware of her mother's presence, so Donna 
eased out and moved down the hall to keep it that way. 
The laundry could wait. She set the scrunched but 
neatly folded items on the dining table, then went to 
the kitchen sink to do the soaking breakfast dishes if 
for no other reason than to keep her hands out of her 
panties. She also wanted to be doing something domestic 
when they emerged. Dishes seemed appropriate, and by 
facing the sink, she wouldn't have to face anyone right 
away, giving her features a chance to recover their 
normal tone. 

She was halfway through when Stan eased up behind her 
and placed both meaty hands on her hips, startling her. 
Donna stiffened, then gripped the edge of the sink as 
he brought his face into the nape of her neck and began 
planting nuzzling kisses leading to her ear. 

This was killer intimacy, an intimacy she'd only 
experienced with Doug. The calm she'd restored exploded 
in facial fireworks to reveal how she felt about having 
a man kiss her sensitive neck. Manly hands slid up her 
sides, moved around front, and cupped her tits, another 
intimacy no male except Doug had tried in twelve years. 
Had any ever tried, her record of fidelity would have 
fallen every time. The few who tried to seduce her went 
about it all wrong.  Stan went about it like a man who 
had been coached by an expert on her weaknesses, all of 
them. 

She watched patiently as he slowly unbuttoned buttons, 
then unclasped the bra, then freed her jugs, then 
gently rolled the nipples between thumb and 
forefingers. Doug no longer seemed stupid, he was an 
conniving asshole, a generous, conniving asshole, 
generous to a fault. The bastard! How could he? He had 
to know Angie would be his father's first target. How 
could a man be that generous? 

With this awareness, Donna tilted her head to expose 
more neck and pushed her ass back to the lump pressing 
into her buttocks, a growing lump that she massaged 
more growth into by rubbing her ass against it. Stan 
licked her ear and purred, "Did you like that blow job, 
Donna?" 

"You should be ashamed of yourself. She's just a 
child." 

"Yes, but she has a nice mouth. It sure looked good on 
my cock, didn't it?" 

"I'm sure it did to you." 

"Your kid sucks a mean dick, but I hear you suck a 
meaner dick." 

"I've sucked a few in my day. Doug talks too much." 

"He sings your praises." 

"I'm sure. He never complains." 

"I wouldn't say that. He has a few minor complaints." 

"Such as?" 

"Such as being married to a two-holer." 

"I make up for it with the other two holes." 

"That's not what I hear. You refuse to fuck with the 
lights on and you spit cum." 

"I keep him satisfied. If he did more for me; I'd do 
more for him. For the right man, I'd fuck with the 
lights on and swallow." 

"Still, a man needs a good three-holer to keep him from 
straying. You have a fine ass on you, Donna, too fine 
to remain cherry." 

"Is that why you're here? Were you hired to make me a 
good wife?" 

"Interesting concept don't you think? Seduction was 
never that boy's strong suit. He turned to a master. 
He's a smart boy." 

"Did he throw Angie in as incentive, or was she payment 
for your services?" 

"Both." 

"Well, you've been paid in advance for a job you 
haven't completed." 

"It's a partial payment--one third down. One hole down, 
two to go." 

"No, please, not that. I'll tolerate blow jobs, openly. 
You can have her suck you off at the dinner table if 
you like. I'll even hold your cock and balls while she 
sucks you off. Her mouth is yours anytime you want it, 
but leave her other holes alone." 

"Or what? You won't let me seduce you? You won't eat my 
cum? You won't let me fuck you in the ass? We both know 
you'll beg for it, don't we? You want to feel this big 
rod moving in your virgin colon with my big balls 
banging you in the cunt." 

"Stan, please!" 

"Please what? Please fuck you in the ass in broad 
daylight?" 

"No, please work with me. I'll beg in front of Doug if 
you'll just work with me. I'll be a three-holer for 
you, only you, if you'll just work with me." 

"But that defeats my purpose. Doug wouldn't be 
pleased." 

"He will be but only after you leave. While you live 
here, I'll be your whore. 
Doug gets nothing. Doug can sleep on the couch and jack 
off." 

"You're pissed at him, aren't you?" 

"Shouldn't I be?" 

"I suppose, but if you cut him off, he'll get it from 
Angie. He'll make her a three-holer the first night. 
She's a lusty little wench. She'll give him no trouble 
at all now that I have her good and broke in. She 
aspires to three-holer whoredom. She even wants to get 
knocked up. He'll be fucking her ass and she'll beg him 
to cum in her cunt. I know my boy. He'll give her what 
she wants. He'll knock that little whore up, knock her 
up good." 

Stan had lifted Donna's skirt and pulled her soggy 
panties to mid- thigh. He was now pushing his naked, 
erect cock through her legs. Donna gripped tightly to 
the counter as she looked down and watched the bulbous 
crown slide through her moist cunt lips. She could see 
because he had tucked the hem under her wide belt, 
leaving her naked from the waist to her sensible shoes, 
on sale for $12.95, a blue light special at K-Mart. Her 
vaginal wetness dripped on them making a dark stain 
where the wetness soaked into the canvas fabric. She 
hoped they wouldn't fall apart in the washer. 

Donna didn't think very long about salvaging her shoes, 
not with that thick cudgel doing delicious things in 
her intimate anatomy. She found herself trying to 
capture the head each time it ventured near the 
entrance to her adultery chamber, but her efforts were 
futile and only made her look pathetic. He was teasing, 
tormenting, driving her to look pathetic. 

Donna thought about Angie seeing this vulgar tease and 
the pathetic response to it. She couldn't stop the 
response, so she said, "Can't we take this into the 
bedroom? I don't want Angie to see me like this." 

"I do. She should see this. She needs to see this. 
You're her role model. She needs to see what a hard-up, 
horny slut her mommy is." 

"Oh, god no, Stan!" 

"Don't worry. She should be along soon. When she gets 
in a good viewing position, I'll give you some cock to 
workout on. I'll let you get it good and slimy before I 
shove it up your ass. I'll have Angie pull your cheeks 
apart.  She'd like that job--Mommy's little helper." 

"Please don't do that, Stan. Please! Take me into the 
bedroom and I'll grovel for it. Honest, just don't 
humiliate me in front of my child." 

"Sorry, but we do this my way. I'm the master, 
remember. This is how it should be done. It's in the 
master seducer's handbook. You have the mommy set the 
example. Angie's a fast learner. She'll be acting like 
her mommy in no time at all once she sees a good slutty 
example. Why don't you get naked while we're waiting on 
Angie. She wanted to change into something sexy for me. 
She needs to know that naked is sexy. Show her how sexy 
you can be." 

"No. Stop! I mean it, Stan! Stop, or I'll make you 
stop. I'll scream. I swear, I will. I'll send her off 
to stay with my parents until you leave. See if I 
don't." 

Stan stopped teasing and forced his cock into Donna's 
pussy, lifting her to her toes in a grimacing strain as 
the bulbous head plowed through receptive lips.  Within 
the space of a full minute, he managed to get all ten 
inches in and then let her settle to her heels, 
impaled, stretched beyond her wildest imaginings, 
stuffed with cock. 

He let her catch her breath. She stood with her arms 
straight, knuckles white, head hung, stuffed like a 
turkey. Stan held her by the breast meat and did some 
neck nuzzling while she adjusted to serving as a 
turkey. He said, while lick flicking her lobe, "You're 
not going to scream are you Donna, dear?" 

"Yes I am, just as soon as Angie rounds the corner. 
What she'll see is a rape and a proper response to it. 
And that's the last thing she'll see of you. If that's 
what you want, go ahead and fuck me. I want you to fuck 
me. I'm enjoying this. I love your big cock. Fuck my 
ass. I'll learn to love that, too. She'll never see 
that. Rape me all you want. I'll never tell, but she'll 
see rape every time. I'll set a fine example." 

This made him think, and he finally said, "All right. 
You win for now, but I'm not through with you, not by a 
long shot. I'll get what I want the hard way, but I 
will eventually get all that I want, and I want to 
knock her ass up with your help. You'll hold her legs 
apart while sitting on her face, face-fucking the 
little bitch while I pump my sperm into her fertile 
womb. See if you don't, and you'll do it before Doug 
gets back. That's a promise." 

Donna groaned at the lurid image as he lifted her 
repeatedly to her tip toes with a mind-numbing fuck, 
sawing that massive instrument within her body in 
eight-inch strokes, fucking her the way she liked her 
fucking--a long, slow screw--only using more dick than 
she'd ever been fucked with, taking all the wrinkles 
out of her vagina while adding stretch marks. Donna 
took the pleasant fucking in stride until Angie rounded 
the corner, then true to her word, she struggled hard. 

She twisted free and got the cock out, but not without 
putting on a vulgar exhibition that Angie absorbed with 
her own wide-eyed stare. She saw it all, up close and 
personal--the sopping wet naked pussy, the cock stuffed 
in it to the balls, a hard driving stroke, and the cock 
popping out with a wet, sucking pop. 

After breaking free, Donna backed away, tugging her 
dress back in place, having great difficulty getting it 
out from under the belt. She eventually got decent 
again, then stood red-faced, fuming, putting on a good 
show of a woman incensed, outraged, assaulted, 
affronted, fully penetrated and fucked in her own 
kitchen. 

She looked absurd as she called Stan every name in the 
book, all the while staring at his glistening cock, 
arched up through his open fly. He listened while 
stroking his cock. He then turned to Angie and told her 
to get on her knees and suck it for him, to finish what 
her mother started. 

Donna stood with her arms folded. Angie looked to her 
mother as though to obtain her permission. Donna's 
stony expression neither forbade nor encouraged, so 
when Grandpa insisted, Angie knelt and brought the 
shaft down so that the head was at her lips. She 
squeezed the blood out of the ballooned head, then 
quickly got it in her mouth before it re-inflated. She 
then sucked and jacked as she'd been taught, now in 
profile to her mother. 

Donna thought, "So, that's how she did it. That'll come 
in handy when I take that thing into my ass." Donna 
watched the blow job for a while, but for appearances' 
sake, she left the kitchen in a huff, went to her 
bedroom, and slammed the door. Blow jobs were now out 
in the open and permissible.  Masturbation was now in 
order. 

*** 

Donna hid away in her bedroom for over an hour, but 
enjoyed three great orgasms while hiding. Between 
orgasms, she had a great deal to think about. The 
sopping wet gauntlet had been thoroughly thrown down, 
his intentions made crystal clear, and his ultimate 
goal made shockingly clear. 

Donna was truly shocked at his ultimate goal and the 
bizarre way he wanted to do it, but the image of Angie 
taking that cock, still wet and slimy with her own 
mother's cunt juice, had Donna thinking the 
unthinkable--face fucking her daughter while her sexy 
father-in-law planted his incestuous seed in her 
recently fertile womb. 

The provocative thought never would have entered 
Donna's mind had she not seen how readily Angie took 
that slimy dick into her mouth. Vaginal lubricants 
obviously held no more revulsion than the gooey stuff 
that comes out of a man's cock. 

Donna could not imagine that, having grown up thinking 
her vagina was a smelly, dirty crack between her legs. 
She never could understand how women could have oral 
sex with other women. All women knew how dirty the 
pussy can be, how smelly it can get, and how disgusting 
slimy panties are if you have to wear them after a good 
sliming. 

Donna could not get that image out of her mind and 
imagined Angie eagerly licking the dick clean after the 
blow job. She had no difficulty imagining that scene. 
Angie would do it to please her grandpa if not to 
please herself. She'd love it and probably couldn't 
wait to get started. He'd love it, too, and drive home 
the fact that she was licking up her mother's cunt 
juice, licking it off the dick that fucked her. 

Angie saw the dick fuck her mother, saw it good, full 
front, going fully in and almost fully out, pumping, 
fucking. Stan saw to it by turning Donna to face Angie, 
holding her firmly by the tits, controlling her in her 
useless struggles until she kicked back hard enough to 
force a release. For several minutes, Angie saw 
fucking. After she dropped to her knees, her face was 
almost in it.  She was close enough to smell it. Her 
daughter knew what a good fuck smelled like, but she 
didn't make a face. 

Donna thought about the face Angie did make, a face as 
though she liked the scent of fuck. Donna remembered 
staring down on Angie as she sniffed at their fucking 
genitals, her face getting slapped by wet swinging 
balls as she sniffed the point of entry, her nose 
getting wet as she sniffed the clit. Most of all, she 
recalled the pleasing face Angie made after every 
sniff. 

Donna brought a wet hand to her nose and sniffed, 
prepared to make a disagreeable face, but she smelled 
clean and sexy, feminine, a musky scent not a nasty 
smell. Not bad. Certainly not like the smell of panties 
after a long bike ride following a flashing episode 
wherein a grown man showed his dick from a parked car. 
Yuck! She sniffed all over and made faces like Angie 
had.  Ummmmmm! Sounds, too. 

Intrigued, she tentatively touched her tongue-tip to a 
wet finger. Hummm, not bad. She licked. She sucked a 
finger -- sucked two. She licked her hand clean, then 
went for more. 

She wondered what Angie's sexy young pussy tasted like. 
She wondered what Farrah Stewart's pussy tasted like, 
Phyllis Shaffley, Ann Bardall, Alice Newman, Connie 
James, her own mother. She wondered what it would be 
like to sixty-nine with Angie in front of her parents. 
She wondered what it would be like to sixty-nine with 
her mother in front of Angie and Doug, her father, or 
her mother's German shepherd, Max. 

And then, she wandered if Max ever fucked her mother. 
She smiled at a frequent thought she had never allowed 
to linger, then smiled at the notion that her mother 
was that hard up and probably had. After all, German 
shepherds are not house dogs. Max was a house dog and 
someone had taught him nasty habits. He knew where to 
find a girl's pussy and treated every pussy that 
entered his house as his private stock. Every female 
was a bitch in heat to Max. 

She thought about all the embarrassing scenes, about 
all the times Max got his head up under a dress: her 
own, Connie's, Farrah's, Ann's, even Angie's. Donna and 
Angie had been subjected to Max's oral assaults and 
clutching leg humps on every visit for the past three 
years. You don't wear a dress or turn your back on Max 
while visiting the folks, but they always did. She now 
saw their thoughtlessness for what it really was--
blatant provocation. 

She also saw her mother's actions for what they were--
encouraging. She not only encouraged Max by not 
correcting the behavior, she encouraged female visitors 
by not making an issue of their thoughtlessness, their 
embarrassing acts of blatant provocation, especially 
Farrah who recently took up the habit of not wearing 
panties under a short clingy skirt that remained up 
when nosed out of the way -- pretty blatant, too 
blatant to ignore, but her mother ignored it. Her 
father stared at it. They all stared at Farrah's shaved 
pussy getting licked until he mounted and her mother 
was forced to tug on Max's collar or watch him screw 
the horny bitch. Still, she wouldn't admonish Max or 
Farrah. 

Donna smiled at the image of her nude mother being 
fucked by Max, now absolutely certain she was a dog 
fucker. She smiled bigger at the notion that a mutt 
fucker would probably like getting licked by a little 
girl or a grown daughter. She smiled even bigger at the 
thought that Angie would probably do it after the dog 
and would love eating a messy, gooey cunt -- her own 
grandmother's cunt with dog fuck in it. 

Donna shook her head to clear the absurd thoughts and 
vivid images, amazed that they would still plague her 
after three orgasms. Normally, after one good cum, all 
silly sexual notions left her and she could return to 
normal. Not now, not after what she'd witnessed and 
done. Not after getting her pussy properly stretched, 
especially not after getting fucked in front of her 
daughter and seeing how much she enjoyed watching, 
enjoyed smelling, even tasting an adulterous fuck. It 
was Angie's licking at their joined genitals that 
prompted the serious kicking that ended the fuck. 

Donna regretted that impulsive reaction to something 
she thoroughly enjoyed.  Getting licked while getting 
fucked was the ultimate sexual experience, and when the 
licker is her own eleven-year-old daughter, the fucker, 
her well-hung father-in-law; well, it just didn't get 
any better than that, and she kicked to get free. She 
now wanted to kick herself--hard. 

Things were different, now, and Donna saw no going 
back. She didn't give going back much thought. They 
were moving ahead, onward and downward. Stan would not 
let up, and his seduction was now in overdrive. He'd 
conquered two holes out of six, maybe more, though 
she'd be impressed if he could get it up so soon after 
two cums. Still, it was possible. She'd left them alone 
long enough and never told him he couldn't. She only 
asked that he spare her daughter's nether holes.  His 
response to that was to tell her exactly what he 
planned to do to those holes -- fuck them well. 

Donna laid there staring up at the ceiling, debating 
her course. His goal was now her goal, but she wanted 
him to earn it. She liked being under the influence of 
a master seducer, and he was a master at seduction. 
He'd get his way even if she hated it. Taking Angie to 
stay at her parent's house was the only way to prevent 
him from reaching his goal, and that threat was her 
only weapon, the only way to slow him down, impede his 
progress, drag out an exciting seduction. 

She thought about ways to accomplish their goal without 
being too obvious or too subtle. They knew she was in 
the bedroom masturbating. He stopped by several times 
to taunt her in the crudest way. The first time, she 
denied the charge angrily, but each time after that, 
she admitted it and asked to be left to finish in peace 
knowing full well that Angie was at his side, probably 
naked, giggling, playing with his dick or her own 
pussy, possibly licking his sperm off her soaked 
fingers after pulling them from her drippy cunt. 

Donna thought this thought and shook her head again. 
She mumbled, "Christ, get a grip, girl. Stop feeding me 
this filth. Three is all you get. Three is enough. 
You're a wife and mother. Act like one, you slut." 

Donna got up and looked for something to wear. Having 
stripped naked, she needed something and that 
unflattering house dress lying in a crumpled heap at 
the side of the bed simply wouldn't do. She rummaged 
through her wardrobe looking for something clingy and 
short. She selected a red spandex hip hugger she hadn't 
worn since her tenth year high school reunion two years 
ago. She slipped it on with nothing underneath and 
modeled before the full-length mirror on the back of 
the door--very sexy, very revealing. 

She found the matching high heels and put them on. Now, 
she looked like she wanted to get fucked. She studied 
her reflection and wondered at the wisdom of sending 
that message this soon. It wasn't so much the message 
but the dress with nothing under it and four-inch heels 
was an unconditional surrender, a pathetic admission of 
need. That's how she felt, but she wasn't ready to let 
Stan know he'd won unconditionally. 

She changed into a skirt and blouse combination, 
complete with bra and panties that said, "I want to 
look sexy." She removed another pair of fifty-cent 
panties to add, "I want you to see that I am ready and 
willing." She removed the modest bra to add, "I want 
you to fuck me real bad," then unbuttoned the top four 
buttons to show bare breast swells so the message came 
across loud and clear that she wanted his attention 
focused on her, not her daughter. 

Donna studied this image and smiled. This was it, the 
look she was after. She squared her shoulders and 
emerged from seclusion. She found them in the living 
room in another posed position. This time, they were 
both nude and Angie was face-up on his lap with her 
legs wide, her head hanging off his knees. Stan was 
playing with her splayed beaver while grinning at 
Donna. Angie was also looking at Donna but her view was 
upside-down. 

Donna paused to take in the provocative sight, then 
calmly walked over, getting close enough to give Angie 
a clear view up her skirt to bare pussy. Angie 
unabashedly gazed up her mother's legs, then strained 
to get her head directly under the skirt. Seeing this, 
Donna edged closer until her knees straddled Stan's 
knees and the skirt shrouded Angie's head. Right after 
that move, she got licked in the slit. 

It took all the willpower Donna could muster not to 
visibly react to the tongue now lapping over all of the 
wet areas between Donna's legs. Somehow, Donna managed 
and addressed herself to Stan, saying, "You are pushing 
it, mister." 

"How many cums did you get in there, Donna?" 

"None of your business, and I'll thank you to stop 
fondling my daughter between the legs." 

"I'm not fondling; I'm finger-fucking your daughter. 
There's a difference." 

"I can see that. If it doesn't stop, I'll dress her and 
take her to my mother's house." 

"You just want me all to yourself. You couldn't look 
hornier if you came out naked fingering your pussy." 

"I won't deny it, but do you really want me to take her 
out of the picture so that I won't have her to compete 
with?" 

Stan reached for the hem of Donna's skirt and 
unshrouded the licker now lapping through the slit, 
saying, "What, and get rid of a good cunt lapper? I 
doubt that." 

"I'll get her back. In the mean time, I won't have her 
youthful charms to compete with." 

"So, you admit you want my cock all to yourself." 

"I admit it. I told you I'd permit oral sex between you 
and Angie. She doesn't seem to mind serving you in that 
manner, and I see no harm, but if blow jobs aren't good 
enough for you, yes, I'll remove the temptation 
entirely. What you get, you'll get from me, and I'm not 
that horny. I doubt that you'd get all you want with 
only one female in the house, but who knows. Do you 
want to find out if one is enough?" 

She had him on the ropes. He dropped the skirt and was 
busy mulling new strategy. She waited--outwardly 
showing dispassionate calm; inwardly, dying a thousand 
deaths. Angie nervously waited while nursing on her 
mommy's clit, oblivious that she killed her mother with 
every flick of her tongue. 

Stan raised the skirt again, mulled, thinking getting 
her pussy sucked was no big deal to Donna. He finally 
said, "Okay, we'll play by your rules for the time 
being." 

Donna looked down to Angie who now had her in a strong 
clit suck that quickly brought on the tremors of a 
climax that would rock the foundations of the house if 
not immediately halted. She placed the heel of her hand 
on Angie's chin and pushed down. This pulled her clit 
out long until it popped free and sprang back like a 
rubber band, making Donna's eyes go cross and water. 

Donna blinked rapidly as she stepped back to avoid a 
recapture. She sucked a deep breath and regained her 
composure. She looked down on the shiny face of her 
daughter and said, "You go put some clothes on, and I 
don't want to see you naked with him again." 

"Aw, Mom!" 

"Don't aw-Mom me, young lady. And put panties on. Keep 
panties on, and keep his hands out of them. Keep 
anything of his out of them." 

"You're not wearing any." 

"That's right. There's a reason for that and it's not 
to give you something to suck on. The reason is 
obvious, but it's enough to say that I'm the adult and 
you're the child. If I want my genitals exposed at all 
times, I'll expose them.  Now, get, or get ready to 
stay with Grandma Edwards. Move!" 

Angie reluctantly climbed down and moved with a slap to 
her bare butt as a sendoff. The slap came from Stan 
with his admonition to be patient and wear something 
sexy. 

When she was out of the room, Stan eyed Donna 
critically, then said, "So, you want to play games, do 
you? All right. We'll play games. Get naked and get 
mounted." 

"I'll get naked and mounted in the bedroom. Take it or 
leave it. Frankly, by the look of things, I doubt you 
could take it." 

"All right. Suit yourself. I can live with blow jobs. 
Can you live with watching them?" 

"We'll see, won't we?" 

With that, she turned and walked away. She had dishes 
to finish. The game was on. 

*** 

Donna was no match for Stan, and with Angie's help, she 
lost steady ground rapidly. Together, they tortured 
her, driving her to openly masturbating with her blouse 
undone all the way and her skirt rucked up around her 
waist, and that was after only three hours. By 
nightfall, Donna remained nude, fucking herself with 
anything phallic. 

By trial and error, Stan managed to key on those things 
that excited Donna the most. He quickly discovered her 
passion for a cunt-sucking daughter and shared that 
information with Angie in private plotting sessions. 
Each time they emerged, Donna was presented with a 
well- rehearsed passion play that left her devastated. 

Once they learned the truth, Angie was like a leech 
attached to her pussy, and there was no preventing the 
attachment or freeing herself of the leech until the 
leech decided to let go. Angie could make her mother do 
tricks to get attached, and once attached, she could 
bring on a pathetic display of wanton need that made 
Donna's prior performance with Stan look tame by 
comparison.  Counting orgasms was a waste of time as 
they tended to blend together. She could have counted 
the peaks but didn't think of it. Had they been 
graphed, the number would be in three digits. 

When it was time to turn in, Donna was wasted, a total 
wreck. Stan and Angie left her sprawled on the living 
room floor with a large cucumber up her ass.  They took 
her bedroom and locked her out. 

Donna knew they were fucking. She could hear them 
fucking. That wasn't enough.  After they fucked, Stan 
led Angie out. He led her over to Donna who was still 
sprawled on the floor, then posed her. Donna looked up 
the naked columns of her daughter's legs to a well-
fucked pussy streaming semen down both inner thighs. 

Angie straddled her mother's head, stood in a half 
squat, pulled her cunt lips apart, and said, "Grandpa 
fucked my cunt. See! Wanna lick?" 

Donna was too numb to avoid the messy beaver that 
descended steadily toward her mouth. Angie sealed her 
fucked cunt to her mother's mouth and giggled as she 
settled her weight fully to form a good oral/vaginal 
seal. Donna didn't even close her mouth. Fuck poured in 
and puddled in the back of her throat. She held the 
puddle for a minute or so, then swallowed. From then 
on, she swallowed any accumulation. She then licked, 
licked deep, and made Angie squirm and cum. She ate 
that, too. 

After that, Stan and Angie returned to the bedroom, 
leaving her to sleep wherever she pleased. She slept on 
the sofa because the nearest empty bed was too far to 
crawl to. That's where they found her the following 
morning, only she wasn't numb. She was pissed. Well, 
she acted pissed when Angie's fucked asshole flowed 
over her nose. She flung Angie off and shot up 
coughing, having inhaled fuck-butt-fuck. YUCK! 

Stan knew he'd gone too far, but Donna's upturned face 
hanging off the edge was too tempting to resist. Donna 
told Angie to get dressed and get in the car. She told 
Stan to stay out of her sight until further notice. He 
wisely left the house. 

Donna had to put a scare into them, otherwise, the game 
was over. Angie thought it was very over and was quite 
despondent on the ride to Grandma's house. She wouldn't 
look at her mother, but Donna kept looking at Angie, 
recalling exciting scenes from the previous day. There 
were so many, a simple glance at Angie conjured up a 
dozen. 

Angie had no clue that her mother was turned on. 
Without her grandfather to guide her, she was lost. She 
avoided eye contact with what she thought was an angry 
mom. 

They had an hour's drive, and thirty minutes into that 
drive, Donna said, "Angie, take your panties off." 

Angie, surprised, looked over. She said, "Why?" 

"Because I said take them off." 

Angie raised up and slid the panties down and off, then 
looked over for further instructions. Donna reached 
over, uncovered Angie's pussy, then ran a finger 
through the slit under Angie's watching eyes. Angie 
watched her mother's finger seek the hole and slip 
inside, watched it wiggle around, then watched it come 
out and go straight to her mouth, her mother's mouth, 
there to be sucked. 

When the finger returned for more, Angie scooted closer 
and made a better beaver. Donna used two fingers and 
then sucked both at once. Surprised but thrilled, Angie 
languished under a remote eat-out on the highway. 

For five minutes, no words were spoken as Donna made 
repeated dips in the vaginal well like a kid eating 
peanut butter right from the jar. By this time, Angie 
had the jar tilted up and wide open, loving every dip. 

Donna masturbated Angie to bring down more peanut 
butter, then ate it. This time, while dipping, she 
said, "Were you a good whore for your Grandpa last 
night?" 

"Yeah, I think so." 

"Did he fuck your pussy this morning before he fucked 
your ass?" 

"Yes." 

"Then, you were a good whore." 

"Aren't you mad, anymore?" 

"I was never mad. You just surprised me. Next time, 
wake me up before you sit on my face. Let me catch my 
breath before you feed me your fuck." 

Angie giggled and said, "I will. I like feeding you my 
fuck. Will you eat it from my ass, too?" 

"Sure, why not? What kind of Mommy would I be if I 
wouldn't do that?" 

Angie giggled loud and long, then laughingly said, 
"That's right. Mommies have to kiss owies on their 
little girls, and my butt sure hurts after Stan fucks 
it." 

"I can imagine." 

"Mom, if you're not mad, why are you taking me away?" 

"It's just for a day or two. He needs to be taught a 
lesson." 

"What lesson?" 

"That I control all the pussy in my house." 

"Oh." 

"Angie, when we get to Grandma's, I want you to let Max 
lick you between the legs the way Farrah does, only one 
better. Make him a beaver and let him lick it good." 

"Are you sure? I don't think Grandma will like that." 

"Yes. I want to see what she'll do. It'll just be you, 
me, and Mom. I think she'll do nothing but watch. She 
might watch Max fuck you. Would you like it if Max 
fucked you?" 

"I guess. Would he do that?" 

"Do you have to ask? As many times as we've had his 
dick poking us in the pussy, what do you think would 
happen if no panties were in the way?" 

"I know what happens. He got in me a bunch of times, 
but Grandma always pulled him off right after. One 
time, he got way in and made me bleed. Don't you 
remember?" 

"My god, that's right. He took your cherry two years 
ago Thanksgiving. I completely blocked that out. I'll 
be damned. You know, he's gotten in me a few times when 
I wear panties with loose leg holes." 

"All mine are loose. I make sure they're loose, plenty 
loose." 

"Why, you little slut. So, why would you wonder if he'd 
fuck you?" 

"I meant fuck like a man does. You know, do it until he 
cums. Do they cum when they fuck?" 

"Honey, everything cums when they fuck. Cumming is the 
purpose of all fucking. 
Organisms fuck to make more organisms." 

"I know that, but dogs can't make puppies in humans. I 
asked my teacher. She said there's no way, that I 
didn't need to worry about it. I was just wondering. If 
he can't make puppies, why would he squirt his cum in 
me?" 

"For one thing, males can't control the discharge of 
semen during orgasm. In Max's case, he doesn't know. He 
thinks he's making puppies, and he doesn't have a 
teacher to tell him different." 

"I'm glad, because that's the best part of fucking, 
when the sperm gets squirted up your pussy and it gets 
all squishy gooey, then runs down your legs." 

"You like making messes your mother has to clean up, 
don't you?" 

"Yeah, especially when she uses her tongue to do it and 
the mess is all between your legs and inside your 
pussy. Will you clean the mess Max makes?" 

"With a rag, yes." 

"Aw, that's no fun." 

"Take it or leave it. First, we have to get you a 
complete fuck, then we'll think about cleaning up the 
mess." 

"How are we going to do that ... you know, get a 
complete fuck?" 

"I'm thinking she'll let him finish if no one else is 
there and I encourage it. 
I think it would be interesting no matter what happens, 
don't you?" 

"Yeah, I guess. Do you think she wants to see if Max 
will fuck a girl all the way?" 

"She knows he'll fuck a girl all the way. I think he 
fucks her. No, I'm certain he fucks her. I just wonder 
if she's ready to admit it openly. I think she might if 
we watch him fuck you. If you act like a horny bitch 
right from the start, and I put her at ease from the 
start, I think she'll relax and open up.  I want to 
breed my bitch to her dog whenever we stop by. I want 
to do it openly with Dad watching. I think they'd find 
that greatly amusing. Would you like to play like 
you're my bitch?" 

"Yeah, if I can be Grandpa's whore, Grandpa Stan's 
whore." 

"You are already. We're just taking a short breather." 

"Mom, this is fun." 

"You certainly seem to like the role. I hope you like 
being a pregnant whore. 
You do know Stan intends to knock you up?" 

"Yes. I don't care." 

"You're a good whore, Angie." 

"Thanks. Boy, it sure feels funny hearing you say 
that." 

"It feels funny saying it, especially with my fingers 
in your whore pussy." 

Angie giggled, stared at the digging fingers, and said, 
"You sure like eating whore pussy juice, don't you?" 

"Umm, yummy. You're a tasty whore. I feel like pulling 
over and sucking on your whore pussy." 

"Go ahead. I'd like that better. I'll let you suck on 
my pussy anytime you want." 

"I'll take you up on that offer, but I expect you to 
return the favor." 

"I will. I love eating pussy." 

"Good, because I want you to eat Grandma's pussy right 
after Max fucks you. 
Will you do that?" 

"Sure, if she'll let me." 

"Don't ask. Just get between her legs and go for it. 
Pull her panties aside and start sucking. Don't give 
her a chance to stop you." 

"If you say so, but I'll bet she stops me." 

"Don't bet on it, not after witnessing a dog fuck. 
She'll be very juicy, I guarantee. Just make sure you 
get her right after Max pulls out while her twat is 
still on high boil." 

"You know her better than I do." 

*** 

Edna Edwards expected them, but still didn't understand 
the urgency conveyed in Donna's hasty message. She met 
them at the door and said, "Donna, what on earth is 
going on?" 

Donna brushed by with Angie following, saying, "I'll 
explain everything. Let's sit down." 

Donna and Edna took seats kitty-corner from each other 
at the dining table as Angie pulled the ottoman over 
and placed it between them to form a close equilateral 
triangle when she sat. Edna found this very odd and 
wrinkled her brow as she saw Angie assume a wide-legged 
repose before a curious Max, advancing to check out the 
new arrivals. 

Angie had her ass at one end of the ottoman with her 
elbows at the other end, propped up to watch Max's 
approach. Edna saw the naked beaver before Max arrived. 
He zeroed in on the naked pussy being presented to him, 
came right up, sniffed, then began licking. Angie 
pulled the dress up past her hips and yawned her legs 
in response, putting her right foot between the heads 
of Edna and Donna. Edna watched with her eyes wide and 
mouth agape, then looked around the shoed foot to Donna 
for an explanation. 

Donna, acting unaffected, calmly sat back, taking her 
eyes off the lapping tongue to lock eyes with her 
mother. She smiled and said, "She is such a slut.  I'm 
afraid you'll have your work cut out for you. As you 
can see, she's also a shameless slut and not too 
particular when it comes to species. She's been acting 
like a bitch in heat, so naturally, I thought of Max. 
He doesn't strike me as an animal that's too picky when 
it comes to mating. He knows what to do with a bitch in 
heat, human or otherwise. You don't mind if I mate my 
bitch to your dog, do you, Mother?" 

Edna slowly shook her head, still not sure she heard 
right, then looked to the little beaver getting a deep 
licking to see that she saw right the first time.  
While Edna reassured herself, Donna divested Angie of 
the dress, leaving her naked in sensible shoes with new 
white socks folded down, very cute, very sexy, 
mesmerizing to a horny old gal like Edna who sat 
watching a fantasy come true before her very eyes. 

Donna saw that a fantasy was being played out before 
her mesmerized mother and knew this fantasy would not 
be interrupted even if a marching band played through. 
Wild horses could not stop what her mother was so 
intently witnessing, revealing her rapidly growing 
passion in a deep blush with shallow rapid breathing. 

Confident, Donna placed her hand on her mother's bare 
knee and stroked gently, a fondling massage not a 
daughterly pat on the knee. This awareness made Edna 
look over to Donna with puzzled eyes. Donna just smiled 
warmly and said, "You don't mind sharing your canine 
lover with my horny bitch, do you, Mother? You don't 
strike me as the selfish type, not when you see how 
badly she needs it." 

Edna could only nod in response. Donna smiled at this 
subtle admission, something to build on. As Max got 
over Angie, they returned their attention to the bitch 
on the ottoman, feeling blindly for his dick. Donna 
said, "Mom, you're closer. Help her out, will you." 

Edna leaned out, reached low, took Max by the bobbing 
cock, and guided the tip to the waiting slit. As soon 
as he felt the wet, warm crease, he lunged. Four inches 
of dick entered Angie quickly followed by four more 
inches in three fast humps that brought the sheath to 
her cunt lips and made her groan and drop her legs. 
After a minute of hard buffeting, Angie was limp as a 
wet rag with her arms, legs, and head hanging off the 
edges of the ottoman, her little torso taking a brutal 
pounding by a dog who stood over her and the ottoman 
with all four paws on the floor. 

Her job done, Edna eased back and watched a bestial 
fucking. The familiar hand on her knee was now well up 
the inside of her leg, advancing on her pussy, 
advancing slowly but steadily, its ultimate destination 
and purpose quite obvious by now. 

If Edna found this distressing, she didn't let it show. 
Intently absorbed in the bestial mating going on before 
her, Edna allowed her legs to drift apart under the 
hand's advance, signaling her intent to allow Donna to 
do as she pleased with anything she found of interest 
between her legs. 

Donna read the message and stopped fucking around with 
subtle seduction. When the legs drifted, her hand slid 
up and firmly cupped maternal pussy, molding the finest 
silk panties to warm, moist flesh. She pushed the dress 
material up out of the way so she could see what she 
was doing. Her fingers glided on slippery wet silk as 
she explored the contours, peaks, and valleys of the 
vagina she came from. 

Her fingers were soon sopping wet though they'd yet to 
feel bare pussy. Dying to taste her mother's intimate 
juices, Donna brought the fingers to her face, sniffed, 
found her to be ripe, bordering on overripe, offensive 
in a normal state of mind but highly erotic in her 
present state. She licked the fingers while making 
pleasure sounds, drawing only scant attention from her 
mother who finally gave a look that said, "Whatever 
turns you on, Donna." 

Donna saw the look and went back for more, slipped 
fingers under the panties, and got the slit sauce 
direct. On the next venture, her fingers went right up 
the hole, dug around inside the birth canal, her former 
residence though a hysterectomy removed the former home 
from the vaginal lot. Donna wasn't thinking about 
operations that were now ancient history. She was too 
absorbed in playing with her Mommy's pussy, using both 
hands, licking one, digging with another, playing 
switch every other second, or so it seemed. 

Though Angie was going cross-eyed, getting the 
stuffings fucked out of her, getting rocked back and 
forth with every hard thrust, Edna had to look over to 
her daughter to give her another look, one that said, 
"Jesus Christ, Donna! If you want my snatch that bad, 
here, have at it." 

With that look given, Edna scooted her butt to the 
forward edge of the seat, drew both legs up, hooked her 
heels at the outer corners of her chair, laid the knees 
flat to each side, and ripped away the crotch of 
special order Frederick's of Hollywood panties that 
weren't even on sale and cost $34.96 not including 
shipping, handling, or tax, bringing the total closer 
to $50--one hundred times the cost of the panties Donna 
had on. 

Donna was impressed with the beaver she now had to play 
with but couldn't help thinking it was a shame to ruin 
such fine undies when they could have been eased off, 
folded neatly, and set aside--maybe given as a gift to 
someone who appreciated opulence but could never afford 
to indulge herself. Damn! 

Donna stopped making a slit-slime glutton of herself 
and settled into a good two-handed masturbation of her 
mother's pussy while turning her attention to the 
fucking Angie was getting. As though noticing for the 
first time, Donna's eyes grew wide. Damn! Her daughter 
was getting screwed by a mutt! FUCK! 

The kid was getting the shit fucked out of her, 
buffeted, repeatedly impaled, skewered, humped and 
pumped by a fucking dog! Her mother's dog! Her mother's 
canine lover! She admitted it. 

Donna watched along with her mother as Angie's body was 
pushed further back on the ottoman. After five minutes 
of hard, steady pounding, her ass was in the center and 
her head touched the floor. Max neared his climax as 
evidenced by a faster, shorter stroke that ceased the 
backward slide. Donna assumed that was the sign he was 
about to climax, and then she realized the person who 
would know was squirming on her fingers. Donna said, 
"Mother, is he getting ready to cum?" 

"Yes. He's almost there." 

"Does he cum a lot... I mean, does he squirt a large 
quantity of semen... you know, when he fucks you, when 
he fucks your pussy?" 

Edna looked to Donna, wishing she'd shut up and watch. 
Donna wanted an answer, so Edna said, "Yes, Donna. When 
the dog fucks your mother's pussy, he always ejaculates 
a large quantity of canine semen. Happy, now?" 

Donna was happy. She had her open admission, smiled, 
and watched the climax--a rather anticlimactic climax. 
He pumped Angie's rag doll body full of doggie semen, 
pulled out, then went off to curl up in a corner and 
lick his dick. 

Angie lay in a sprawl leaking a big puddle onto an 
expensive ottoman. Donna fought the motherly impulse to 
dash for paper towels. Her mother seemed unconcerned, 
interested more in seeing how big the puddle would get 
if left undisturbed, enjoying the sight of a sprawled, 
well-fucked little girl ruining a good ottoman. Edna 
reached her climax as the puddle spilled over the side. 

Donna saw to it that her mother had a good cum, then 
helped her come down from that cum with a good pussy 
massage. Now there were two sprawled bitches as Edna 
laid her head back and enjoyed the after glow of a good 
pussy massage. Donna used the massage to keep the legs 
out at opposing right angles and the twat between them 
at a simmering boil. 

Angie should have been in that beaver chowing down by 
now, but she was still recovering from being a well-
fucked bitch. Donna reached out with a foot and gave 
her a nudge that rolled Angie's head her way. Angie saw 
her mother motioning with her head, reminding her of 
her next order of business. Her mother nodded toward 
the beaver she had by the lips--a big messy beaver, a 
big hairy maw, an ugly wound turned into a wide oval 
you couldn't hide with a tea saucer--raw, red, very 
slimy, unappetizing as hell. 

Angie groaned, rolled to her side, and sank to her 
knees, getting messy in the process, having rolled 
across a puddle of fuck, then knelt in spillage. Even 
she was grossed out, but then she looked the maw of a 
beaver square in the hairy mouth and wanted no part of 
it. Donna kept insisting, trying not to alert her 
mother that she was insisting. 

Angie gave in, moved in, and gave the maw of her 
grandma a lick that brought Granny's head shooting up. 
When she looked down and saw Angie licking the cunt 
Donna held wide open, Edna let out a sigh and said, 
"Not you, too." 

Edna watched Angie's flat tongue wipe over all the pink 
meat, lap at the fleshy clit, then probe the hole 
itself with a deeply penetrating lick. Edna looked to 
Donna and said, "This trait had to come down from your 
father's side." 

Donna said, "Don't you like it?" 

"What's not to like. I just don't understand it. Go 
ahead. You two can eat all the pussy you like. I'll 
never turn down a hungry cunt licker, human or animal, 
male or female, young or old, friend or family. Just 
don't expect me to reciprocate. From now on, if you'll 
call ahead, I'll be ready. I'll make sure it's clean 
and fresh. Right now, it must smell like a fish market 
and taste like three-day-old mackerel." 

Angie had to agree but didn't let it show. She did 
wince a bit when her mother said, "No, we like raw 
pussy, raunchy and sweaty. We love that musky cunt 
scent." 

Edna said, "Whatever. Like I said, I don't understand 
it, but if that's what you like, you're welcome to eat 
my musky cunt to your heart's content. Just let me know 
when you're done." 

Angie said, "Okay, I'm all done." 

Donna quickly countered, "No, you're not. Eat her till 
she comes." 

Edna said, "Wait a sec! Angie, is your mother making 
you do this?" 

Angie looked from Edna to Donna, then back to Edna 
after getting her mother's unmistakable message. She 
said, "Yes. She said I was her bitch. She made me eat 
you." 

Edna pushed hands and face out of her crotch, pulled 
her skirt down and stood.  She took Donna firmly by the 
hand and dragged her into the den. While being dragged 
away, Donna stared back at Angie with unbelieving eyes. 

When the door shut, Edna faced Donna and angrily said, 
"What the hell do you think you're doing? How dare you 
force this on that child. Have you lost your fucking 
mind, Donna Marie? Do you realize we just raped that 
child? Do you realize we could both be put under a jail 
for three lifetimes for this? Well!" 

"Mom, I don't understand. She wanted this. She's no 
virgin. Doug's father saw to that. There's not a hole 
on that kid that hasn't been thoroughly fucked, and 
there was nothing I could do to stop it. She's a whore 
and likes the label. She loved the idea of screwing Max 
in front of you. That's all we talked about all the way 
over here." 

"Then why is she acting this way, now?" 

"I don't know. I guess she was sated and wasn't in the 
mood to go down on anyone. Maybe she likes her pussy 
fresh and clean. Maybe it's the hair that bothers her. 
I don't know, but I do know she loves eating pussy. She 
damn near ate me into a coma last night. I thought 
you'd love to experience that." 

Edna looked relieved, softened her demeanor, then broke 
a slight smile before saying, "Well, that makes sense. 
I appreciate the thought. That screwing took a lot out 
of her. I feel the same way after he screws me. Right 
after a good humping, I want nothing to do with sex for 
hours afterward." 

"Well, I can see why. Personally, I wouldn't care to be 
humped like that. I like a long, slow screw." 

"Bitches like to be humped, fast and furious. Angie's a 
real bitch. That I'm certain of. She went rag doll 
right away. You'd have strained and grimaced all the 
way through it and gone, 'Yuck! Get this fucking mutt 
off me,' right after.  Angie's a bitch, no doubt about 
it." 

"That's a relief. She had me worried." 

"She'll be all right and ready to romp in a few hours. 
So, how long have you suspected me and Max? I've always 
wondered." 

"I suppose, I've known from the first but would never 
allow myself to dwell on it. Last night, I dwelled and 
it became obvious." 

"Well, I'm glad it's out. If Angie wants to keep on 
playing the bitch, I'll go along, but you'll strip her 
and lay her out for Max. You'll guide his cock and do 
it in front of anyone present including friends you 
bring over. Understood?" 

"I understand." 

"Good. You can also inform your horny girl friends that 
I will not be pulling Max off anyone from now on. If he 
mounts, they get fucked or they leave and may never 
return. Farrah will be pleased to hear that, but you 
make sure Connie and Ann understand. They will no 
longer be allowed to tease Max. If he mounts, they 
fuck. I want that made perfectly clear. If they let him 
continue until he goes to mount, from that point on, 
they become bitches. There's also a new rule for your 
female guests. They must wear skirts or dresses with 
nothing underneath.  Explain the rules, Donna." 

"You're right, Farrah will be no problem, but I'll have 
to have a talk with Connie. I'll make it clear, but I 
doubt those rules will bother Connie. The others are 
too iffy, so I doubt you'll be seeing any of them 
again." 

"Don't rule Ann out. I know a fellow mutt lover and she 
is a fellow, more so than Connie or Farrah. She's just 
more inhibited than they are, but she's a bitch through 
and through. With Connie and Farrah, it's just 
something fun to do on a lark or dare." 

"Ann's a bitch? Are you sure?" 

"Positive. She just needs a slight push. Invite her 
over, explain the rules in no uncertain terms, then see 
if she comes. If she accepts, she's ready. If not, it 
means she's not ready yet. Eventually, she'll come." 

"It won't hurt to try. If you're right, I'd sure love 
to see that." 

"We all would. She's a gorgeous bitch, and Max is quite 
taken with her. She wants him, wants him bad. We must 
get those two together." 

"We must." 

"Okay, so what's the deal? Are you serious about 
wanting me to look after Angie for a couple of days?" 

"Yes, at least two. Stan needs cooling off." 

"Stan needs jail time to cool off. I knew he was no 
good." 

"Mother, he's very good. Just ask Angie." 

"Well, what's done is done. I don't suppose you mind if 
we have some fun during her stay." 

"Not at all. Have a ball. Generally, she can't get 
enough." 

"We'll see." 

"I'd better get back. I'll let myself out." 

"Call when you're ready for her. I'll bring her back." 

"I'd appreciate that. Later." 

*** 

When Donna returned home, Stan was there waiting. He'd 
cleaned up, had a fresh shave, and he'd splashed on an 
overdose of cologne. He was in seducer mode, right 
where Donna wanted him. He went right to work, slowly 
and gently. Donna was very pleased but didn't let him 
know that. He had to put in hours of good seducing 
foreplay to get her on his dick, and that only last 
until he got cocky. As soon as that happened, Donna 
calmly and casually uncocked and sauntered off. He had 
to start all over. 

In two days, Donna had the master seducer totally 
retrained. The master seducer had Donna fucking and 
sucking like a true three-holer whore. In the end, it 
was a wash. Each got what they wanted and thought the 
other had been beaten. Both were winners. 

They were now ready for Angie to be brought back into 
the equation. Stan's goal was now their goal and they 
were eager to get started on the goal. Edna delivered, 
then stayed to watch Stan and Donna carry out their 
goal. 

Edna was not shocked which disappointed Donna. She was 
sure her mother would shit. Edna didn't even blush. 
What Donna didn't know was that her mother and father 
had been doing that and more for two days. Great minds 
think alike, but they don't always share what they're 
thinking. 

Angie was getting more sex than she knew what to do 
with. Every adult in her life with the exception of her 
father, but including the only dog, was venting all 
sexual urges and desires on her immature body and that 
abuse was taking its toll. She was getting her fill of 
being poked and creamed, reamed and slimed.  The 
novelty wore off quickly but her soreness didn't. Take 
away the novelty and leave sore and sticky, you get an 
unhappy camper. When Stan and Donna climbed off of 
Angie, they found out how unhappy their little camper 
was. Edna was still there, so she found out as well. 

Angie climbed down from the table, wiped fuck from her 
face, then glared at the three adults who were 
expecting her impish, fresh-fucked, did-something-
naughty grin. Angie glared from one to the other, 
wiping silly grins off faces, then she floored them 
when she yelled, "LEAVE ME ALONE OR I'M GOING TO CALL 
THE COPS!" 

You could have heard belly button lint hit the carpet 
as she stormed off, went to her room, and slammed the 
door. Three ghostly-white adults sat staring at the 
last point they could see her. Slowly, they looked to 
each other and realized who the boss really was. They 
also realized the boss just won all the marbles and 
took them to her room. 

Edna decided it was time for her to go, but left with 
this advice: 

"Donna, you're playing with fire. She turns off and on 
like a faulty light switch. She did that several times 
over the past two days. She'll cool off and get horny 
and want more. When she wants it, she'll make you 
forget your resolve. One day, she'll turn off and dial 
the phone. I'm through playing with fire. You keep her 
away from my home until this gets straightened out for 
good.  I mean it. I wish you luck, but I fear the 
worst. Keep me and your father out of this. Please. 
Well, I'll be seeing you." 

And then Stan said, "Donna, I think I'll be taking my 
leave. My work is done here. Good luck, kid. Tell Doug 
to be careful, and if this shit blows up in your faces, 
don't mention my name." 

And then Donna sat alone, scared shitless. She remained 
scared shitless until Angie emerged from her room three 
hours later, came up, and hugged her. She was fully 
dressed, looking like her old self, and wanted to go 
out and play. She went and played till dark. When it 
was bedtime, Angie climbed in bed with Donna and would 
not be moved. Donna tried to sleep with a vaginal 
leech. 

The next day, Donna took her to K-Mart and bought her a 
new swimsuit and it wasn't even under a flashing blue 
light. They took in a movie and had dinner at Burger 
King. 

The next three days were spent doing fun things: zoo, 
park, beach, water park, more shopping, fast food, 
sixty-nine, and ten trips to Dairy Queen. When Doug 
arrived home, everything was back to normal. Donna was 
happy. Angie was happy.  Everything was just as he'd 
left it. After getting that impression, he said, 
"Donna, didn't Dad stick around?" 

"Yes. He left four days ago. He repeatedly raped me and 
Angie, violated every orifice of our bodies many times, 
made us swallow semen, got us both pregnant, then said 
his work was done and just left. Why, was there more 
you wanted done to us?" 

Doug turned white, then grew angry, then threw a lamp 
across the room and shouted, "THAT BASTARD!" 

Donna came over, placed a hand on his shoulder, and 
calmly said, "Isn't that what you wanted? He left 
feeling like he'd done a good job for you. He thought 
you'd be pleased." 

Doug wore his infamous puppy-dog look as he said, 
"Donna, I swear. That was not what I wanted. Rape was 
never the plan. He was to use gentle seduction and stop 
at the first absolute no. I just wanted him to loosen 
you up and give Angie some sexual experience. I had no 
idea he'd resort to rape." 

Donna took pity and decided to let him off the hook, 
saying, "He didn't rape us. He seduced. Boy, did he 
seduce. He did loosen us up, and he followed your 
orders to a 'T'. He did good, very good. I'm a 
swallowing three-holer, and your daughter is also a 
swallowing three-holer. We may be pregnant. Time will 
tell.  I have to warn you, though. Angie runs very hot 
or very cold, and she turns on a dime. When she wants 
sex, you'd better give it to her, but give her only 
what she wants when she wants it for as long as she 
wants it or she gets very angry and wants to punish the 
object of her anger." 

"Yeah, how does she punish?" 

"She calls the cops, or I should say, threatens. If she 
stayed pissed, she'd do it, too. You can't let her be 
pissed either from not getting enough or getting too 
much. We've created a monster, Doug, a sex monster. 
We're not her parents; we're her sex slaves." 

Doug smiled and said, "How bad can that be?" 

"It's not bad at all unless you're all by yourself 
trying to satisfy her. She needs a male and a female. 
Right now, she wants cock. You're up. She's waiting in 
our bedroom. Make her happy. I'll be waiting if you 
need me. Go get 'em tiger." 

Doug, still smiling, went to the master bedroom to see 
the master, still wearing that smile, more a shit-
eating grin. He returned two hours later, dragging ass, 
not smiling. He tapped Donna and said, "You're up." 

Donna returned after an hour and tagged Doug. "You're 
up, stud." 

He got up and trudged down the hall. An hour later, he 
tagged Donna. She tagged him thirty minutes later. Ten 
minutes after that, Doug came out to tell Donna that 
they were both up. They both trudged down the hall and 
didn't emerge until late the next morning. 

Over coffee, while Angie slept like a satisfied baby, 
Doug said, "Damn, Donna. 
We can't keep this pace up. She'll kill us." 

"She's just getting caught up, doing something new. 
You're the new monkey in the zoo. She'll settle down. 
Today won't be so bad. You'll see." 

"She gets pissed when I can't get it up. She needs to 
understand the limitations of a penis. Can't you make 
her understand?" 

"No. We could ask Stan to move in permanently. I think 
two cocks will more than suffice, that and a dog or 
two." 

"He might. What am I saying, he'd jump on the offer. 
Are you serious? You'd let him move in on a permanent 
basis?" 

"On one condition." 

"And that is?" 

"That he be the king cock. That you subordinate your 
marital rights to him. The order will be: Angie, Stan, 
me, then you." 

"May I remind you that I am the only bread winner, that 
I earn all the money, pay all the bills, put all the 
food on the table." 

"I understand, but we're talking sexual order. When it 
comes to making financial decisions, you're the boss. 
When it comes to making home decisions, I'm the boss. 
When it comes to family decisions, Stan is the boss, 
and when it comes to matters of sex, Angie is the 
boss." 

"Fuck." 

"Don't say that word. Angie might hear." 

"Yeah, let the monster sleep. Donna, this is crazy. We 
can't live like this. 
Let's sit Angie down and have a heart to heart." 

"I tried that. She'll agree to everything, but as soon 
as she gets horny, all that goes out the window. Try if 
you want, but I think you'll find that nothing 
changes." 

"Let's get rid of the phone. If she had to get dressed 
and walk to the Seven Eleven to call, she'd cool off 
long before she got there." 

"That might work. We could unplug the phone and tell 
her no. See what happens before having it disconnected. 
If it works, I'll gladly live without a phone." 

***

Donna and Doug brought Angie out, sat her down, told 
her how it was going to be, thoroughly explaining the 
consequences should she ever call the cops. She 
understood, pledged her support, wanted the phone taken 
out, and everything was fine until she got horny and 
was told, NO. 

She marched out of the house, straight to the 
neighbor's house, used their phone, and fucked up 
everyone's life when shocked investigators dragged out 
the whole story. Angie ended up in a physically abusive 
foster home, ran away, lived on the streets, became 
addicted to drugs, and died of a heroin overdose at the 
age of thirteen. 

Donna and Edna went to a women's prison. Donna was 
killed by an angry prison mob shortly after her 
arrival. Edna committed suicide two months later. 

The men went to state prison. Two were killed by 
inmates within three years of incarceration. Doug 
committed suicide after he got the news of Angie's 
death.  Even Max wound up in the pound and was 
executed. 

This ending really sucks, but just as in real life, 
endings sometimes suck. 

The End 

Oh, all right. Stop your whining. Here's another ending 
you can plug in if you prefer. 

*** 

Donna and Doug brought Angie out, sat her down, told 
her how it was going to be, thoroughly explaining the 
consequences should she ever call the cops. She 
understood, pledged her support, wanted the phone taken 
out, and everything was fine until she got horny and 
was told, NO. 

She marched out of the house, got halfway down the 
block, stopped, then returned to her anxious parents, 
humbled and sorry for her childish display.  They 
disconnected the phone. Stan moved in and became the 
king cock. Edna had her bitch. Angie became a good 
whore to five adults, bore six bastards, married Stan 
and lived happily ever after. 

Max died of old age, a canine heart attack brought on 
while fucking a pompom girl from next door. 
Fortunately, he came and went. The pompom girl also 
came, but she stayed pinned under a dead dog until her 
mother heard her daughter's calls and dragged the dead 
mutt off her kid, saying, "Now, look what you've done, 
Brenda. You went and killed Edna's dog. You get your 
bitch ass in the shower then go to your room and wait 
there until your father gets home. MOVE!  [slap to the 
fanny] And don't be making pecker tracks all through 
the house. Cup your damn pussy, you fucking slut!" 

After the screen door slammed shut, she stood looking 
over the dead animal, and said, "Christ! Well, Max, you 
met your match. Don't say I didn't warn you.  Shit. 
Edna is going to be heartbroken. Poor thing. Every 
bitch in the neighborhood is going to be pissed at me. 
Damn Brenda, anyway. Where the hell am I ever going to 
find a dog like you? Fuck!" 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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