…in which I relate some random events and experiences in our life–some sexual–as I recall them, in no particular order.


I want to emphasize how fortunate we were, from the very beginning and throughout our lives, to be able to be so relaxed and casual with each other, especially in regard to nudity and sex. We took it for granted in our childhood, but we were to learn over the years that most couples, including at least one other sibling relationship like ours, were not as compatible. I think we owed a lot of that to our parents, who as far as we knew never spoke a fractious word to each other or had a disagreement they couldn’t resolve amicably. They were very loving and kind to each other, and continued to exhibit unashamed intimacy around us kids all through the years. This inspired Susan and me to emulate them in every way.

So, from long before our discovery of sex, except as I said previously, during our “awkward years” between about 11 and 14, through the rest of our life, we were very comfortable with each other, enjoying naked hugs, skinny dipping and sleeping together when it wasn’t too hot.

Our parents abhorred TV, and we didn’t own one. Our house was like a library, with bookshelves lining every room. (Okay, maybe not the bathroom.) Fiction, classical literature, history, art, travel, encyclopedias, you name it. Susie and I learned to read early, and we read a lot. Our mom read a bedtime story to us every night when we were toddlers, and when I learned to read our simple children’s books, I took over reading them to my little sister. We liked a lot of the same books, and in later years we sometimes took turns reading out loud to each other, usually in bed.

We read pretty much everything by Dickens, O Henry, Saki, Heinlein, Verne, CS Lewis, Stevenson, Tolkien, Kipling, etc., etc. As we grew older, we read a lot of erotica. We managed to get our hands on a copy of “Lolita” soon after it came out, mostly just to see what all the fuss was about. We were a little disappointed, and felt it was pretty much a commercial potboiler, however well written. We did however continue to read more Nabokov, and came to be amazed that someone for whom English was not his first language had mastered it so well. We both agreed that his crowning achievement was “Ada”, a story of sibling incest and “the texture of time”, the experience of living in the fourth dimension.

Some of our other favorites were “The Delta of Venus” and “Little Birds” by Anais Nin, “Aphrodite” and “Songs of Bilitis” by Pierre Louÿs, and “Autobiography of a Flea”. We didn’t like anything by Henry Miller or De Sade – ick! We dutifully read the “Kama Sutra” and “The Perfumed Garden”, but found them pretty dry and tedious after awhile. Perhaps because by this point in our lives, we had already accomplished most of their teachings. Our parents knew and approved of all our reading material, sometimes checking them out of the local library for us when the staff wouldn’t let us have them, feeling (probably rightly) that we were too young.

Whatever we were reading at the time, either together or separately, we usually did it on our beds or on the same bed, naked. It wasn’t so much a sex thing as a togetherness thing; just enjoying each other’s presence. I’d be propped up against my headboard, and Susie would be leaning against the wall by my bed at right angles to me, her legs draped over my hips, both of us reading. Sometimes I’d be lying prone and she’d lie on my back, resting her book on my shoulder blades. Or she’d make me spread my legs so she could lie on her back between them and use my butt for a pillow.

We were both interested in art, and we practiced sketching and painting. We did a lot of still lifes and landscapes, but we also used each other for figure studies. I confess I was not a good model, preferring to keep reading rather than hold a difficult pose for a long time. I loved to sketch Susan, but was never as good at it as she was. We also gravitated to handcrafts, she to weaving, crocheting and beadwork, me to woodcarving and model making, mostly of ships and cars.

From earliest memory, we were playful with each other. She’d be lying on her tummy, reading or doing a craft project of some kind, and I’d come up behind her and blow a “motorboat” on her naked tush, eliciting a squeal of mirth. Sometimes when she tried that on me, I’d tease her by tightening my glutes so she couldn’t, and she’d smack me or bite my butt cheek. I loved to nibble on her baby flesh, always softly, and one time I started to give her a hickey on her backside.

She quickly reached behind her and popped me on top of the head and warned “NoNoNo, Barry, Mom and Dad might see!”

“Oh right!” I agreed, and was careful afterward to not do anything that might leave a mark like that.


We were taught to be cautious, but not fearful. The area of the country where we lived was subject to occasional spectacular thunderstorms, and from the earliest I can remember, our mom would take us out to the front porch and sit us on her lap to experience the greatest light show in nature. With her example and encouragement, we kids clapped and cheered like soccer hooligans after each blinding flash and crash of thunder. When we were a little older, she’d put our slickers on us and let us run around in the driving rain. I remember looking up and seeing the entire sky turn into a immense network of lightning bolts, crackling and flashing with a deafening roar. It was possible, I suppose, to have been struck by one, but we felt no fear, just overwhelming exhilaration.

It was experiences like this, and our parent’s unconventional lifestyle, that emboldened my sister and me to pursue our relationship beyond what society felt was appropriate. From our earliest age, we were aware of the differences between our public and private life, and we kept a careful separation between them. But we had no qualms about continuing our growing sexual relationship.


Our folks loved the outdoors, and we went camping and hiking often. At first we all shared a large tent, but after practicing with our own smaller one in the back yard a few times, Susan and I had it to ourselves on camping trips. It made sense; we were already occupying the same room at home, and we were starting to be big enough to crowd our parents’ tent. We didn’t like air mattresses, so we gathered armloads of oak leaves and pine needles from the forest floor and spread them under the tarp, then set up the tent on top of the soft mound they made. After we went to bed at night, Susie and I quietly unzipped our sleeping bags and joined them into a big double bag. Then we slipped out of our night clothes and hugged and spooned each other’s small naked bodies until the owls and crickets lullabied us to sleep.

I well remember one particular night in our early years, Susie woke me saying she had to pee. It was probably two or three in the morning. I dutifully got up and we put on some clothes because we were in a public campground and the restroom was some distance away. I led her by the hand along the dark path.

Then, at a bend in the path, I said, “Let’s just go here.”

I didn’t want to go all the way to the smelly and blindingly lit restroom. With forethought born of experience with public lavatory supplies, Susie had brought a wad of toilet paper with her. We stepped out of sight of the campground and each took our position as determined by nature, peeing right next to each other without hesitation or embarrassment. I scuffed a small hole with my heel, and Susie dropped the paper in it, then we kicked a little dirt over it, confident that a year from now it would be decomposed to nothing.

I happened to glance straight up through the trees, and what I saw made me want to see more. I took my sister’s hand, and we followed the path away from the campground, out to a large meadow. There we looked up and beheld the clearest moonless night sky we’ve ever experienced before or since. It was stunning, almost frightening. The entire dome of the universe was displayed to us, a vast mottled sheet of white unlike anything we had ever seen in pictures, or were ever able to see in the city. Susan clutched my hand tightly, then pulled me close as we stared above and around us in awe. We were both moved—shaken—to the core.

In all the years we wandered in mountains and deserts after that, of all the night skies we witnessed since, we never experienced a moment like that again. Perhaps the air hasn’t been as free of atmospheric or light pollution, or our eyes simply didn’t see as clearly any more, but for whatever reason, during that brief interlude, we knew we had shared a once-in-a-lifetime soul-stirring, spiritual encounter with the cosmos, and we never forgot it.


Once we discovered sex, or at least mutual genital stimulation, we pursued it eagerly and often, until it became a familiar recreation like many others, and we treated it as naturally and casually as our previous nudity and bodily contact had been. We often lay side by side, sometimes head to toe, reading or drawing while idly, almost unconsciously, playing with each other’s privates. This rarely rose to the level of full sexual activity or orgasm, but was the beginning of our lifelong enjoyment of giving each other a pleasant “buzz” of horniness that could last for hours or all day.

However, one day we were taking turns reading a book out loud to each other, and Susan was reading while I lay next to her. To pass the time while I listened, I started playing with her baby parts. She paused and glanced up at me.

“I’m listening,” I said.

She continued reading, and I continued playing. I ran my fingers up and down her flanges, just feathering them lightly. She shivered a little but pressed on. Then I started gently rubbing her clit, and she squirmed, still reading. I noticed her toes curl up a little, but she didn’t pause or stumble once. So now it became a challenge. I kept playing, retreating and advancing on her button, and she read page after page, well past where it should have been my turn. Finally, after a concentrated attack, she put the book down, threw her head back and closed her eyes while I brought her to a blissful orgasm.

As soon as she recovered, she handed me the book with the devil in her eye and said “Your turn, smart guy!”

I did my best, but I only got about two pages in before her efforts made me cringe and spasm helplessly. After that, we usually agreed to just let each other “coast”, but sometimes we had the energy to play “who can read the longest before cumming?”. Which she usually won.

One hot day, we were lying on our backs in opposite directions on my bed, each of us absorbed in a book, when I realized that we had interleaved our legs and my foot was resting snugly against Susan’s bare crotch. Being a gentleman, I instinctively raised my knee, but without glancing up from her book, she took hold of my ankle and pulled my foot back into position against her pubic area. So, given permission, I rested it there while I continued reading. After awhile, she repositioned herself, scooting down toward me a little more, increasing the pressure on her mound. I kept my leg straight and started slowly wiggling my foot and toes. I felt her twitch a little, but I couldn’t see her face behind her book.

Finally, she lowered her book and grinned, “I’ve read this same paragraph three times, and I still don’t know what it says.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, in a tone that didn’t sound like I really was, and I ceased my movement.

“Ooooh, I didn’t say to stop!”

She grabbed my foot and humped her bony pelvis against it. I pressed firmly and resumed rolling the front of my sole over her clit area. She lay back and closed her eyes until she tensed into a strong, grinding orgasm.

As soon as she recovered, she returned the favor, rubbing her foot back and forth over my boyhood dick until it was very firm, but it couldn’t bring me to orgasm. After several minutes of this, I felt the need to get off, so she bent to the task and began rubbing her fingers across the head in our familiar way, and soon I was seized with a really great climax.

After that, we often used our bare or stockinged feet on each other. I had longer legs than her, so when lying in that position, I kept my knee bent while she teased my dick, catching it between her toes and rubbing it up and down with her forefoot. Sometimes when we were sitting across from each other at the table, we’d kick off one sandal and press into each other’s crotch. We continued to play this game for most of our life, sometimes in an intimate little restaurant with small, cloth-covered tables that hid our shenanigans, smiling knowingly at each other over the candles and Chianti.

In our later teens, we explored all our erogenous zones, and we found that Susan’s back was especially sensitive. I loved to relax her with a long, firm massage, then start kissing her neck and shoulders very lightly, working my way slowly down her spine and laterals, making her moan and tremble with pleasure. This always made her very wet, and frantic to cum. My favorite technique in this position was to lie on my belly between her legs, grip her thighs from below, raise her pelvis to my face and feast on the warm juice pouring out of her. Then when she was totally beside herself with anticipation, I’d reach my tongue down to her clit and rub it very lightly until her entire body spasmed.

One hot September afternoon, we got home all sweaty from school and took a cool shower together. Then, with a couple of hours before our parents came home, we lay under the fan in our bedroom and started to fool around. I started kissing her back as we had been doing, and then when I got down between her legs, instead of slurping her pussy as before, I put my face between her butt cheeks and kissed her little brown pucker.

“OOOOOHHHH!” she moaned, and so I kept it up. I brushed my lips over it a few times, making her squirm, then opened my mouth and sucked very gently. She really reacted to that! Getting into it, I licked all around her brown spot, then lightly French kissed it, putting my whole mouth to work. I gripped her thighs to hold her still while I did this, because she was starting to buck like a bronco. Fresh out of the shower, it had no taste at all. But I couldn’t stop there, I started to poke the tip of my tongue into her hole. She moaned louder, and I threatened to stop if she alerted the neighbors. I pushed in more, while holding her butt cheeks apart with my thumbs, my lips firmly planted around her tight little opening.

“OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!!!” she repeated.

I kept going, until my face was planted fully between her cheeks, my tongue was all the way up inside her and I couldn’t breathe any more. She was out of her mind with ecstasy. I lifted my face a little to take a breath through my nose, then charged back in. I started to roll my tongue around inside her in lazy circles, tugging her soft inner flesh with it. I was surprised that even here I sensed no taste or smell. I ran my hands over her back lightly, and she raised herself up a little, inviting me to reach under her and grope her boobs, which I did. I cupped each one and felt the hard little nipples against my palms.

She settled back down to the bed, trapping my hands under her, and I kept working her butthole with my tongue. I opened and closed my lips over the area, like I usually did on her front parts, and sucked on it while I dove my tongue in and out of her. I also gently squeezed and kneaded her boobs while I did this. To both our surprise, she suddenly came with the force of a thousand suns. Of course I felt it strongly on my tongue, but I was amazed to also feel her orgasm pulsing in her nipples against my hands. I hadn’t known they could do that.

Nor had either of us known that I could make her cum by tonguing her back hole. We experimented with it many times after that, and sometimes she came that way, but usually she wanted more. One of her favorite things after I had tongued her was for me to sit in front of her, get my dick nice and slippery with her juice and then have her sit on it with her back to me. Then we’d both lie back with her on top of me, my pole stuck firmly up inside her pooper, and she’d turn and kiss me over her shoulder while I slowly brought her to a boil with my finger. It never failed to get me well started on my own orgasm to feel her anal ring clenching on my stick when she came. After that, we’d usually roll over together face down, and I’d finish with a few good strokes in her butt.

My adventurous sister introduced us to yet another awesome activity on the Valentine’s weekend after her 16th birthday. Our (dear, trusting) parents left town for a romantic holiday of their own, leaving us to our own devices. Which we took full advantage of. Saturday night, Susan kicked me out of the bedroom while she made secret preparations. I bided my time until she indicated I could come in. I was truly impressed.

Candles surrounded the darkened room, a single incense stick burning in a glass, and very faint Eastern music playing on our portable reel-to-reel. But what really had my attention was that the bed was covered with a black plastic sheet.

“Whoa!” I faltered, “Are we doing a voodoo sacrifice or something?”

“Be still, vassal,” she commanded, grinning, “lie on the altar like a good offering to the gods of love.”

We were both undressed already. I lay on the bed, the plastic crinkling under me, a bit uncomfortable on my skin. Susan went to the side of the room where a pot was sitting on a hot plate, set to “warm”. She dipped her fingers in the pot, testing the temperature, and deciding it was right, she scooped a cupful out and brought it over to the bed.

“What’s this?” I asked curiously.

“Shhhh…,” she shushed, “turn over.”

I obediently rolled onto my stomach and rested my head on my forearms. She pulled my arms out and down to my sides, and placed a small towel under my head. Then I felt something warm and wet on my back. She started to rub the substance into my skin, and then to firmly work my shoulders and torso. I quickly realized it was cooking oil, and she was giving me a nice hot oil massage.

“Mmmmm…” I purred, relaxing in every joint and sinew. “So, ‘sautee to a golden brown?’”

“Shhh…”

She covered my neck, arms, back and butt, then worked on down to my toes. She sat on my butt and beat lightly all over my back with the sides of her hands, then scooted down my legs and did the same on my butt and the backs of my thighs. Then, as I was feeling loose as a goose, she had me roll over on my back and started in on my chest. Each time she moved to a new area of my body, she poured a lot of oil on me, more than necessary, I thought. However, it felt wonderful, especially with her sitting on my thighs and diligently rubbing it into my flesh. I grinned up at her, and she blushed a little endearingly while she worked, but also with a slightly mischievous glint in her eye. I had a feeling this wasn’t just a massage.

Then she dipped a fresh cupful of oil and handed it to me.

“Your turn,” she said.

I traded places with her and copied what she had done for me.

“Use lots,” she insisted as I dripped the oil onto her back.

“Um, okay,” I responded, and drizzled it down her spine. I knew it was feeling good, the warm liquid and the sensual kneading and rubbing. The excess oil ran down her sides and started to pool under her on the plastic sheet. I continued to work my way down her back and legs, did her feet as usual, and then let her turn over and started on her front. She closed her eyes and reveled in my oily ministrations. As usual, I was getting extremely turned on by this time. There was something particularly erotic about the slippery feel of our lubricated bodies against each other.

Finally, Susan told me to lie down again, and she brought the pot over to the bed. I was beginning to catch on. I grimaced a little as the oil was poured over me, a little uncomfortably hot, but it soon cooled. She spread it all over my body, splashing it around and giving my iron hard rod an extra slickery squeeze, and then lay down next to me. I took the pot and poured it on her as well, until both of us were shiny with it from neck to toes. I put the now empty pot down on the floor next to the bed and took my beautiful naked, glistening sister in my arms.

There was no other feeling in the world as wonderful as we experienced in that moment. We slipped and slid against each other, back and forth on the oily plastic, wriggling and writhing like playful seals. We kissed deeply while running our hands all over each other’s bodies, experiencing the frictionless rippling of flesh and muscles. Susan lay on top of me, her arms around my neck, devouring my tongue, while I held her close with one arm and explored her butt cleft with my other hand. She reached under herself and gave my dick a few strokes, and then gently caressed my balls. I started to reach for her crotch, but she stopped me.

“I swear, if you touch me there, I’ll cum instantly!” she warned with a giggle.

We contented ourselves with more slip-and-slide, rolling over together, pressing ourselves front-to-front and front-to-back on each other’s bodies. I lay on her back with my dick pressed tightly into her butt crack and gave a few thrusts, then stopped because it was bringing me too close to the edge. She lay on my back and rubbed her firm boobs against my shoulder blades. The oil was starting to get into her hair, matting it against her neck and back, and she stopped momentarily to knot it up into a bun.

Rolling, thrashing, squeezing, slipping and sliding, we kissed and groped and hugged each other tightly. We edged each other until we were past the point where we would be likely to cum spontaneously, and started to explore all the possibilities of this incredible innovation. I sucked her boobs and she sucked my dick while fondling my balls, and I was finally able to lightly suck her pussy lips without danger of ending the fun prematurely. Then I knelt behind her and slowly, ever so slowly, pushed myself into her back hole. She didn’t dare let me touch her clit, but just disconnected herself mentally from what we were doing in order to keep from cumming. I pushed in and pulled out of her at a glacial pace to prolong my own experience.

Finally, she yelled, “AAAAGHHH! I CAN’T STAND IT ANY MORE! FUCK ME, BEAR!”

I immediately pulled out of her butt and literally jammed it into her channel. (They say not to do that because it can cause an infection, and we do believe them, but we’d done it several times already with no bad effect.) Between the oil and her abundant natural lube, there was hardly any sense of friction or pressure. She came within three strokes. I knew she had another one in her, so I thought about everything I could except what we were doing, and I brought her off again.

Then, before I could cum myself, she rolled out from under me and pushed me onto my back. She knelt over my head and leaned forward until her beautiful tits just brushed my belly and she started to swallow my aching bone. I reached up and gripped her butt cheeks, pulling her slick fleshy lobes down onto my mouth and started to smooch and suck them earnestly. She groaned loudly around my cock, and started to tremble a little. I reached down and squished her slippery boobs in my hands, and she shook harder. Then I reached up with one hand and poked my oily middle finger into her butthole. That did it. She bit down kind of hard on my dick, and I felt her anal ring announce a third strong orgasm.

“Would you… stop… making me cum?” she panted, “I’m trying… to get you… off here!”

I laughed. “Okay, Sue-Bear, I’ll be good.”

Easier said than done. I loved the feel of her soft lips in my mouth, the nub of her clit on my tongue. And it was right there in front of my face while she went full throat on my shaft and fondled my balls with her slippery hand. I couldn’t stand it, so I pulled her down again and just enveloped her whole mound in my wide open lips, sucking in as much as I could. I stretched her inner labia all the way to the back of my mouth, almost into my throat.

Then, when my tongue automatically reached for her clit, she pulled her head back and said, “Don’t Barry, that hurts now.”

“Sorry Hon,” I apologized. I knew how my dick felt if I tried to keep going right after I came, so I guess it can be the same for women.

My restraint was rewarded with one of the all-time biggest loads I’ve ever shot straight into my sister’s stomach. Her lips were pressed solidly against my pubic bone and I felt just the tips of her teeth on the very lowest base of my dick, below the fatty part of my pubic area. She held that position and swallowed repeatedly until she had milked every last drop out of my body.

The cleanup was quite a project. To start with, we didn’t want to leave oil on the carpet from the bedroom to the bathroom, so we wiped our feet as much as we could on towels and then threw more towels down ahead of us as we made our way. Fortunately Susan had anticipated the problem that far. We decided next time to just lay down plastic all the way around the bed and into the bathroom. We scrubbed ourselves and each other over and over for what seemed like an hour. Even after we dried off, we felt a little sticky. It was days before we got it all off and out of Susan’s hair.

We made “oil night” a feature for special occasions many times after that. We experimented with different kinds of oil, but the results were about the same. I think we found almond oil best, but hella expensive and hard to find in the quantities we used. Commercial massage oil was mostly glycerin and not very satisfactory, and baby oil was right out, ick bleagh ptui! Whatever the efforts we had to expend to prepare and clean up after, it was something we always looked forward to.

College educations at state universities were a lot better funded by the taxpayers in those days than they are now, but they still weren’t free, and our folks weren’t rich. I took a lot of part-time jobs to help with the expenses. One was as the night janitor in a three-story medical office building. It wasn’t glamorous but it paid well enough, and in my four years in the Navy I’d done a lot harder and more humble things.

Anyway, Susan objected to my not being able to be home for two hours, five nights a week, so she started accompanying me to help get the job done faster. I did appreciate it, because I also needed to study long hours, and I enjoyed her company, whatever we were doing. She did the vacuuming while I cleaned toilets and ash trays and dumped the trash. (Hard to realize they allowed smoking in doctor’s office waiting rooms in those days.)

The second floor of the building was an OB-GYN office. We were doing our regular routine one night, and I was cleaning one of the examining rooms when an idea crossed my horny young mind. I called Susan from the other room, and I told her to get up on the table.

“HAHA, you pervert!”, she laughed, but without hesitation she shucked her pants and hopped up, placing her feet in the stirrups. I found the controls and lowered the table to just the right height, and gave her a very thorough exam with my lips and tongue. After she gasped out an excruciating orgasm, I dropped my own pants and gave her a good hard fucking in the standing position. She was able to cum again before I blasted mine into her womb.

She allowed that this was awesome and we needed to get our own table like this some day, but once the novelty had worn off, I felt it was kind of too clinical and we didn’t even do it again in that medical office. It was a good thing that they didn’t have 24-hour security cameras everywhere in those days.

And yes, we did change the paper on the table before we left.

still waiting for more

Does someone have the pdf of "my sons cumrag" by kinkybelle. The links are dead.
TIA

Next chapter will be posted tomorrow. BE WARNED: it is different. Instead of maledom, which all of the chapters have been before, it is FEMDOM. A female dominates a male.

(WARNING WARNING WARNING! THIS CHAPTER IS DIFFERENT! READ THE TAGS!!!!!)

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Chapter 3

(This chapter contains: Femdom, nonconsent (at first), oral, rimming (on a guy), anal fingering (on a guy), anthro, slight bondage, orgasm denial, creampie, and toys, you have been warned.)

The day after the raid, the army was on the move again. Renard led them, but he seemed troubled by something. Colonel Lionheart was becoming less and less convinced that the fox knew what he was doing. So far his soldiers had either disappeared, been eaten by flowers or kidnapped by pig creatures, none of which Renard had warned them about. He claimed it was different than what he remembers. It sounded like an excuse from an inept person. Still, as angry and untrusting as the commander was, he didn't really have a choice. Renard was the only person to sign up for the job. It was either follow Renard or walk blindly.

Talia was with a unit further back from the front. The first unit was being guided by the colonel, the second one by Major Sam Ageril and Talia the third. Despite the fact that Talia was lower ranked than Major Oren Ackler, he wasn't in charge of anything but the pack camels. Major Ackler would likely drive morale down if he were in charge of actual people, as he didn't want even be in the military anyway. Talia wasn't interested in the colonel's decisions in the chain of command however. She found herself gazing forward along the line at their guide.

She kept telling herself to just ignore him, but something was pestering her. All the men she had ever met had tried to hit on her or were too nervous to talk to her. The only exception seemed to be Colonel Lionheart. Although initially she was thrilled and happy that he didn't care about her looks, after a while he began to use her looks to their advantage, like getting people to sign up for the church's army or negotiating with her present to distract people. It left her bitter about people who flirt with her or talk about her looks. She should have been just as bitter at Renard...but there was something nagging her.

She spent her entire life around roughneck men. What he said was one of the most intelligent things she had ever heard. He hit on her like all the other men, albeit in a sillier fashion, but at the same time seemed incredibly intelligent. She wanted him out of her head, but she couldn’t do that until she knew for certain that he was just like any other man. So now she was left watching him as he walked along, annoyed and at the same time intrigued.

The army crested a dune. Renard was gazing at his feet while he did it, watching his step. When the first line of men followed him over, they instantly began muttering. Renard gazed back at them before looking forward. He gasped and held up his hands.

“Halt!” he shouted. Colonel Lionheart hadn't quite cleared the hill. He marched up the dune and prepared to yell at Renard, but instead stopped and stared.

Marching through the sand on the other side of the dune was...something. It resembled a human, albeit one that was very old. It was hunched over, as if was suffering from terrible arthritis. It was wearing tattered draping for clothes that covered everything but its eyes and hands. In its hand was a staff that it was using to shamble along. It's fingers were incredibly bony, almost looking like talons. It's skin was ochre in color, with what appeared to have square scales of an uneven patterns on its skin. Its eyes were milky and appeared to be rotting. It ignored them completely.

Colonel Lionheart gingerly walked over to Renard, trying not to disturb whatever creature this thing was. He stood beside the fox-man, seeing how nervous he was.

“What is that?” the colonel whispered.

“It's a desert witch.” Renard whispered back. “They are quite powerful and dangerous. It's best not to anger them.” The witch apparently heard that she was being referred to. She stopped and turned, her milky eyes glaring at them. Renard bowed and swept his hand in the direction she had been walking.

“After you madame. We shall kindly wait.” he said, sounding incredibly polite. The witch scoffed and continued shuffling. The fox turned to the colonel. “Let's wait patiently, shall we?” The colonel didn't like yielding anything to some sort of demonic entity, even a path. Still, he shouldn't waste his men fighting anything but the Demon King.

All of the soldiers milled about, watching the witch shuffle along at an incredibly slow pace. The soldiers began gathering on the crest of the hill, all of them trying to see the creature. The commanders of the companies also did as well, all of them muttering. As the witch finally rounded the dune Major Oren Ackler joined the group of soldiers at the top. The moment he arrived he stopped, not because of the sight, but because of the smell. He sniffed in the direction of the witch. Once the witch was past the colonel signaled for his men to fall back into line. They all began to obey, except for Major Ackler. Instead he marched over to Renard. The fox was breathing a sigh of relief and was oblivious to the approach.

“Excuse me, Renard?” Major Ackler asked. The fox jumped and turned with wide eyes. It was the first time someone in this army had been respectful to him.

“Huh? Oh, yes? Major...Ackler, right?” Renard asked.

“Yes. I was wondering, what was that smell?” the major asked.

“Smell? Oh, the witch's smell?” Renard asked, pointing at the shuffling creature. “Actually, I'm not quite sure. I think I heard it was a plant that they cover themselves in. I never bothered to ask.”

“I see.” Major Ackler stated. He turned and abruptly began marching in the direction of the witch.

“Hey! Hey! What are you doing!? Don't do that!” Renard shouted, agitated. Colonel Lionheart jerked his head around to see his major walking towards the shambling creature.

“Major Ackler! What are you doing!?” the colonel demanded. His major ignored him. Oren walked right up to the witch.

“Excuse me, Miss Witch?” he asked. The witch turned around. She squinted with her milky eyes, looking slightly incredulous. “I was wondering what that smell is.” The witch was silent for several moments.

“Garlic.” the witch croaked. Major Oren Ackler's eyes brightened and he smiled.

“Garlic?” he asked excitedly. “You...have garlic!?”

“Major!!” Colonel Lionheart bellowed. Oren turned his head irritably. “I order you to come back here! Now!!!!”

The major growled. He then turned back to the witch, who was still staring at him skeptically.

“Sorry. I have to go.” he said politely. He then turned and marched back up the dune, where the colonel was waiting to ream him out. The witch continued to watch him as he traveled. There was something new in the milky eyes. The witch then turned and resumed her journey.

The march continued uneventfully for the rest of the day. Major Ackler grumbled the whole way as he traveled with the pack camels in the back. Captain Fenner continued to glare at Renard, as if her curiosity about him were his fault. Colonel Lionheart continued to fume about both Major Ackler and Renard.

As the sun was setting, Colonel Lionheart's men were completely exhausted, dehydrate, and constantly tripping. The commander shouted at Renard, who didn't seem bothered by the day's travel at all.

“We have to stop!” the colonel yelled. “You are driving my soldiers to exhaustion!”

“We're almost there!” Renard shouted back. “Just a few more minutes!”

“In a few minutes some of them will die!” Lionheart replied.

“Don't be so dramatic.” Renard said. He ran ahead a bit and climbed a nearby rock with surprising ease. He was nimble and quick enough for the Colonel to be taken aback slightly. Renard didn't come back down, even as the army was marching past. He was squinting in the distance. Eventually he jumped back down and ran back to the front of the army.

“Well?” Lionhear asked irritably.

“Something's wrong.”

“Dare I ask what?”

“I don't know, some new structure or something. If we can't use the oasis we'll have to stretch our water supply until we get to the next one.”

The closer the army got, the more Lionheart could see what Renard was referring to. There were three tall buttes in close proximity to one another. In the area between the buttes was something blocking the view of the oasis. As they got close, Renard held up his hand to stop. He scanned where the oasis should have been.

“Well? We're tired, make up your mind.” Lionheart complained.

“It's a stone wall.” Renard stated.

“A what?” the commander bit back.

“There is a giant stone wall in between the buttes.” Renard said.

“What made it?”

“I have no idea.” Renard admitted bluntly.

“What?” the colonel demanded.

“I said I don't know.”

“How about make camp?”

“Out in the open sand? You'd be asking for it.” Renard reached up and scratched his ear. “I don't know who walled off the oasis...the pigmen might attack again as well.” Renard growled and scratched his other ear. “Okay, take a break, I'm going to go look. If I don't come back...well...you're on your own.” Renard began jogging towards the oasis. Lionheart watched him leave with a sour expression. Perhaps he really wouldn't come back. The commander would count that as a blessing. Lionheart turned around to his column of troops.

“Take a break! Stay on alert!” he shouted. Most of the soldiers either fell onto their butts or backs as they groaned in relief. Now they had to sit and wait.

Just as the sun crossed the horizon, Renard returned. The fox had an odd grin on his face. He seemed to be chuckling and talking to himself. The colonel was standing with his officers, receiving reports of his men's morale. The fox walked up to them, still scratching one of his ears. All of the officers stared at him, appearing confused. That was all except Major Ackler. He was staring out into the desert, seemingly deep in thought.

“Well?” the colonel asked. Renard shook his head and chuckled.

“Um...commander, we should talk alone.” the fox man said. All the other officers muttered, except for Major Ackler, who, again, was staring out in the desert contemplating. The colonel appeared even more irritated, but walked with Renard away from the other officers. When they were out of earshot Lionheart stopped and crossed his arms.

“What is it that is so important that you can't tell my officers?” he asked.

“Well...the thing this, this oasis is now inhabited.” Renard said chuckling.

“By what?”

“Pigmen...females.”

Instantly, the colonel appeared alarmed. “Do they mean to attack us?” His officers stirred among themselves, hearing the agitation in their leader's voice.

“No...no no, the exact opposite.”

“I...don't understand.”

“Here's the thing...pigmen females, colloquially called pigwomen, hate pigmen males.”

“I can understand that.”

“You can probably also understand how desperately they seek males who...are not pigmen.”

“What are you saying?”

“We could waltz in and get water...but...just how well do you trust the men in your army to control their urges?”

“....Are you kidding?”

“A bunch of men, among women they can't touch, under a lot of stress, far from home? I wouldn't put it past them.” For once, Lionheart actually agreed with Renard. He gazed over at his men, many of them who were already struggling with low morale. They were stressed and morale was low. Although not specifically forbidden in their texts, the High Priest spoke against consorting with monsters vehemently before they set out.

“What should we do?” Colonel Lionheart asked.

“Honestly? We should avoid it. Pigwomen are pretty desperate for men. If we send women they'll just get angry and refuse them entry.”

“Where do we go?”

“I saw a gathering of rocks on the other side of the settlement. It's probably a more defensible position than the open desert. It's only a few more miles of marching. If we ration the water we should make it to the next oasis.”

Colonel Lionheart didn't look as if he liked that idea, but he turned to his officers. “Prepare to move out! The oasis is infested! We're going around it!” A chorus of groans from the army could be heard, but everyone rose to their feet. Renard began walking away to assume his position at the front of the army. The colonel reached out and seized his arm. The fox man turned his head to see angry eyes.

“I don't want anymore surprises.” the colonel ordered. Renard scoffed and tore his arm away.

“Tell that to the desert.” the fox man replied. He resumed walking. The colonel glared after him. His faith in this half-monster was dwindling by the second.

*

Once the entire army had settled down at their camp for the night, Talia Fenner got a surprising request. Just as her tent was up and secure the colonel's new assistant, Private Catarina Steinem, came by and ordered her to report to the colonel's tent. This had never been done before. Normally when people called her to a private audience they wanted...you know what. Although the colonel had never been such a man, he seemed...unstable since they arrived in the desert. When Talia entered his tent she saw that the colonel was sharpening his sword. She instantly gulped and stood at attention.

“Captain Fenner, reporting.” she said.

“I have a new assignment for you.” he said without looking. “I don't trust this fox monster that's leading us. He seems to have a thing for you, like most men. I want you to keep an eye on him. If he acts suspicious at all, kill him.” Talia flinched. The idea of killing Renard for some reason...bothered her. “Is that a problem?” This snapped Talia out of her thoughts.

“No sir.” she said. “I understand sir.”

“Good, dismissed.” he said. Talia briefly put her fist over her heart as a salute before walking away.

Talia found Renard relaxing at his tent. She waited by it as the night ticked on, annoyed that he wasn't doing anything. Sometime during the night after the camp went quiet, Renard emerged from his tent. Through some uncomfortable acrobatics around tents, she managed to stay out of his eyesight. Finally he reached the edge of camp...and kept going. Talia stopped by a large rock at the edge of camp. Renard was marching towards the pigwoman settlement, as if it were a casual stroll.

“He's betraying us!” Talia growled to herself. “The colonel was right!” The captain knelt down behind the rock. She gripped her sword. Once he returned, she planned to chop him to bits. She couldn't believe she thought he was something different!

After what seemed like another eternity, Talia could see Renard returning. His arms were full with something wrapped in cloth, likely a bribe. Talia drew her sword and waited as Renard approached. Right when he strolled beside her, she leaped out from behind the rock. Renard calmly took a leap backwards. He didn't appear surprised in the slightest.

“Oh, you're still following me?” the fox man asked. “Don't you ever get tired?”

“You might as well surren...wait...” Talia began, her voice falling. “You knew I was following you?”

“I wasn't supposed to?” Renard asked. “I thought you were following me in an obvious fashion around so that the colonel knew I was being watched. That was you sneaking? Wow...that was terrible.” Talia flinched at the insult. She quickly regained her composure. She gripped her sword and held it up.

“Nevermind that!” she yelled. “I saw you go consort with the enemy! What are you carrying? The gold you got for selling us out?” The fox man laughed. He unwrapped the cloth. Inside was not gold or jewels, but fruits, the kinds of which Talia had never seen. The captain slowly lowered her sword.

“If you think I can be bribed with just fruit, I am insulted.” Renard replied. “I was just using the pigwomen's generosity to score some sweet food.” The fox man couldn't help but notice that Talia's eyes were transfixed by the colorful fruit. Renard laughed and reached into the mess of produce. “Want one?”

“What...is that?” Talia asked reluctantly.

“It's a tangerine.”

“It...it's really a tangerine!?” Talia's voice was picking up.

“You sound really excited.”

“Only the ultra-rich can afford them back home. Can I...really have it? It sells for like fifty gold!”

“They're cheap here. Go ahead.” he said. He tossed the fruit towards her. Talia dropped her sword to catch it. She instantly turned it over and began looking at it as if it were a piece of gold. Renard grinned. Without thinking, Talia sat beside him on the rock. She looked for opening on the fruit.

“How do you eat this?” Talia asked.

“You have to cut it up into eights.” Renard explained. “Here, hand it to me. I'll use my claws.” Talia handed the fruit back to him a little reluctantly. With his claws, he easily cut the fruit into pieces and handed it back to her. She once again gazed over it. Her eyes studied the juicy insides, more fascinated than hungry.

“Now what?” she asked. Renard chuckled again.

“Stick one of pieces in your mouth and suck on it.” the fox man instructed. “Gently though.”

Talia nodded and lifted one of the pieces to her mouth. She stuck it inside and softly sucked on it. After a few moments she made a sour face. She instantly pulled the piece out.

“Wow, it's sour!” she exclaimed.

“I warned you.” Renard replied.

“You always have to have the last word don't you?” she asked.

“Only when I'm right, which is always.”

Talia rolled her eyes and motioned with her free hand. “You ever think that maybe the reason you have such a problem with people is that attitude?”

“You ever think that maybe the reason all of you are on a suicide mission is that you never argue with authority?”

Talia flinched and gazed down at the ground. Her eyes rested on the sword in the sand. She totally forgot that she was about to kill him. There was something about Renard that lowered her guard.

“Renard, can I ask you a question?” Talia asked.

“Of course you can, beautiful.” Renard replied with a smile.

“Don't do that.”

“I was just...”

“Renard, if you want to be my friend, you will never mention my looks.”

That statement instantly made Renard frown. His green eyes stared at her hard. She could tell he wanted to ask why, but decided to let it go.

“Fine. We'll just have a boring, adult conversation.” he replied.

“Thank you. That thing you were talking about before, about the balance of nature. That sounded really smart. Where did you learn it?”

“I can't be smart and flirt at the same time? If you must know, it's common knowledge among the Fennec Tribe. Our livelihood used to be based on wandering the desert. You learn about how the desert moves and changes.”

“You haven't been in the desert for a long time though, right?”

“Yes, not since I was fifteen, about twelve years ago.”

“Well why...wait, you're twenty-seven?”

“Yes, is that a problem?”

Talia stood up from the rock.

“You are twenty-seven and you act like that?”

“Like what?”

“You hit on women like you're sixteen!”

Now it was Renard's turn to look slightly offended.

“What's the problem with the way I hit on women?”

“Renard, you are a grown man, why are you acting so immature?”

“Excuse me, I've had plenty of women interested in me.”

“Any of them feel like staying more than a night? You think you can find a wife that way?”

Now Renard's face fully fell. It was more than just being offended. Talia could tell that she hurt his feelings. She regretted it the second she saw it.

“It's not like a don't want to. It's just...no one is going to want to, okay?”

“Okay.” Talia's voice fell. She instantly knew she hit a nerve, and didn't want to press it further. Silence hung between them for several moments. The captain felt terrible, but was unable to think of a way to make it better.

“I only have one friend.” Renard said abruptly. Talia briefly jumped, almost dropping the pieces in her hand.

“One...friend?” she asked.

“Yeah he's...really nuts. Has this creepy thing about dolls.”

“Can't you...get more friends? Like...from the Fennec Tribe?”

“That's not really an option. I cannot be a member of the tribe..”

“Why not?”

“Because of my caste.”

“Caste? What's that?”

“Back in the desert my people had castes to divide the labor. My parents were of...shall we say...the pleasure caste.”

“Pleasure?”

“They were the prostitutes of the tribe.”

Talia was instantly taken aback. “Wha...really?”

“Yes, really.” Renard said, gazing up at the sky. “Everyone in the city knows about it. No woman will ever take me seriously so...why even try? Why shouldn't I take everything casually? I can't go back to the tribe because they'll expect me to bend over backwards...literally. I'm just...stuck.”

“That's...pretty rough.” Talia admitted.

“I thought if I went out into the desert I could just...just...” Renard closed his eyes. He sighed through his nose.

“You could what?” Talia asked quietly. Renard turned and gazed at her. He grinned slightly

“Oh, it's nothing, I'm sure you have your own problems.” he said. “Try this, it's a kiwi. It has a much softer taste.”

Talia stared at Renard. He was holding something back, but she had already upset him tonight, she decided not to push him any further. She smiled slightly and took the fruit.

“Thanks.” she said. “You know, you're not so bad Renard.”

“Well, I think that's the nicest thing anyone from your army has said to me this whole trip.”

Unknown to everyone in the camp, as darkness came Oren Ackler left the camp. He didn't want to be there anyway. He retraced the army's steps back to where they met the desert witch. Although wind had taken the prints away, he remembered the direction she was going in. There was a large rock in distance. After walking half of the night, he arrived at the formation to find it was a butte. At the base of it was a cave, which he strolled inside like he owned the place.

Oren sniffed the air as he wound his way through the caves. It was actually incredibly large, with a lot of twisting pathways. Oren, however, followed his nose. He was skilled at finding ingredients back in the marketplace, simply by his sense of smell. That was before a church soldier forcefully recruited him because they lacked a cook in their unit. He was baffled that they made him a major, but they might have done so to send him on this mission, as it was lacking officers. They had to get rid of his morale-destroying attitude. Whatever. He didn't care.

The major finally arrived at the entrance of a large room. He peeked around the opening to see the desert witch in her home. The place was lined with shelves, stocked with glass jars full of all kinds of substances. There was a cauldron in the middle of the room that was currently empty, but looked as if it were frequently used. There was also a bed made of straw off to one side. The witch was bent over a chest which she appeared to be searching through. The major couldn't see any garlic. He gazed up to see that there were strings with bones on them hanging from the top of the archway. He reached up and rattled one.

With amazing agility, the witch spun around, he talon-like hands at the ready. Her milky eyes were now filled with a fiery light, showing that she was about to use magic.

“Whoa! Whoa!” Oren called, his hands up. “I'm not here to fight!” The witch cocked an eyebrow and lowered her hands slightly.

“You.” she croaked. “The soldier. What do you want?”

Oren stepped into the room, his hands still up. “I was just wondering if I could trade with you?”

“Trade? With me?”

“Yeah.” Oren reached into a bag at his side. His hands emerged with various ingredients: radishes, carrots, and a stock of broccoli. “I brought some plants from our land you might not have, so I thought you could trade me for some garlic.” The witch lowered her hands all the way and squinted her eyes.

“You walked all this way for some garlic?” she asked.

“Yes, I love cooking with new ingredients. Cooking is the only joy I have since these assholes forced me into this army.”

The witch stared at him, blinking dumbly. She calmly reached into her rags of clothing and pulled something out it. It looked like a tiny onion.

“This is a clove of garlic.” the witch explained. “You may have it for free. None of those things looks appetizing.”

Oren's eyes brightened and he smiled. “Really? Thank you! Thank you so much!” The major stuffed his vegetables back into his back. He walked over to the witch and stood beside her. He paused for a moment and flinched, as if realizing this was a bad idea for a moment. He flinched again, then reached out and took the garlic. “Thanks a lot.” Owen took a step away from the witch and took a deep breath of the garlic. It smelled just as potent as he remembered.

“You have a thing for garlic do you?” the witch asked.

“I've eaten it only once.” Owen said excitedly. “Someone put it in butter and spread it on toast. It was delicious. I'm hoping I can make some of that before I get killed on this mission.”

“You think you're going to die?”

Oren lifted up his eyes and cocked his eyebrow. “No one lives through a crusade. I knew that before they even sent me. They forced me into the army and when I complained they sent me to die because I annoyed them. So hang me if I want some garlic bread before I die.”

The witch paused for a moment, blinking with her milky eyes. “Sounds like you don't want to be on this mission.”

“That would be the thick of it.” Oren said. He stuffed the garlic bulb into the pack on his waist. “By the way, are you a basilisk?”

The witch flinched and didn't immediately answer. Everything but her eyes was covered in tattered cloth, so her expression wasn't easily readable. All the same, the expression in her eyes read surprise.

“Why do you ask that?” the witch asked.

“Just a story I heard.” Oren replied. “Over here in demon land there is a species of snake people called basilisks. They like to ambush prey, so they hide their scent with something strong, like garlic. That's why I remembered the story.”

The witch took a step back. One of her cheeks raised, as if she were smiling.

“Close human, but not quite.” she said. She then reached up with her talon-like hands and grabbed at the cloth around her body. She ripped at them and they all flew off, as if by magic. Oren jumped a little and covered his eyes as there was a flash of light. When he lowered his hands he got a rather big surprise.

There was no witch anymore. It was a woman, bigger and taller than him. She was over six feet and had scale-covered human legs that were very long and had sharp claws instead nails on the toes. Her arms were covered in white feathers that came down to human hands with long nails. Around her backside were a plume of feathers, some of the red. The rest of her body was human, with brown skin, large breasts, and a beautiful face. Her silky black hair cascaded down her back and her dark eyes, no longer ugly and milky, stared directly into Oren's brown ones.

The major stood dumbfounded for quite some time. Not only was the witch not a witch, she was a beautiful, naked woman, albeit with feathered arms and scaled legs. Oren tried not to ogle her beautiful body. It had been a really long time since he was a woman.

“I'm sorry,” he began. “I'm a little out of the loop here. What are you exactly?”

“I'm a cockatrice.” the woman replied. She held her arms out, as if presenting herself. “I disguise myself as a witch to make foraging easier. I'm really good at illusion magic. Impressed?”

“I um...wow...” Oren's eyes shot to her large breasts and back up to her face. “I guess so. What...uh...what exactly is a cockatrice?”

The monster human turned her head and squinted, as if looking for something. She held up her finger, as if asking to give her a moment, but kept talking.

“A long time ago, there were two monster species living in the desert.” She began picking her way through bottles, clacking them together loudly. “There were these female creatures called the basan. They were basically chicken-women who lacked any real defenses. There were also these male creatures that you know, basilisks. It's rare for there to be an only-male species in this land.” She pulled some bottle from the shelves and put them onto the floor. She continued searching along the shelf, running her hand along it. “Most of the monster tribes wandering the desert settled in the city of Tarbat. Getting males to mate with is difficult enough, but getting females for the snake basilisks became impossible. They were dying off, sooooo...” The cockatrice put her shoulder against the shelf and reached deep into it. Oren's eyes were treated to the site of her round ass and crevice below, sitting under a crown of feathers on her lower back. He began to sweat and turned to stare at the cave wall. “...the basan invited the basilisks into these caves to protect them. That was how the all-male basilisks and the all-female basan combined together into one tribe. I am the result, a cockatrice.”

“Interesting.” Oren said, sounding a little uninterested. “What exactly are you looking for...um...I didn't catch your name.”

“Mirat.” the cockatrice replied.

“Right, what are you looking for Mirat?”

The cockatrice stood up and held something up. It was a round, disc-like rock with a symbol on it.

“I was looking for this.” she said with a smile.

“What for?”

“So I could do this.” The rock in her hand glowed. Then there was a loud rumbling sound behind Oren. The major turned around very slowly, already feeling a sense of dread. It was as he expected, the entrance to the room was now closed by a large boulder. He very slowly turned back to Mirat, his eyes widened.

“What are you doing?” he asked weakly.

“Using magic to close the door.” Mirat replied flatly. “It's a trap stone, originally meant to seal off people trying to kill us. I knew I kept it back there, but it was under a bunch of stuff. Say, you wanna know a secret?” She grinned wider and dropped the rock.

“Probably not, but since you have me cornered...”

Mirat launched into a lecture anyway. “The basilisks covered their scent with things like garlic so they could hunt, but the basan did that too. It had nothing to do with hunting however. The scent of a basan is highly alluring to males of any human-like species. You see, the basan would run around the desert laying their scent, and the males would follow it. When they didn't want a male, they would cover the scent with something else. When they wanted a male, they would spread their own scent everywhere. They would make the males travel long distances to test their fortitude and when the male would find the basan they would mate.”

“That sounds well and good but I don't think...” Oren stopped dead. His face went a little pale. Mirat had been traveling through the desert, leaving the scent of garlic around. He had smelled it, and followed her over a large distance. Now he had found her. “Uh...listen, Mirat, this wasn't really what I meant...”

“I don't fully understand why,” Mirat began. “but my whole body has been tingling since you showed up here. My insides are aching.” She reached down with her hands to between her legs. Much to Oren's shock, she spread her lower lips apart, revealing bright pink flesh inside. There was even some liquid beginning to drip out of her.

“Uh...listen Mirat, this...this isn't...”

She began stepping toward him.

“You know I'm bigger than you.” she announced.

“I...I know that it's just...” Oren reached back for his sword. He briefly turned his head to make sure his hand was on it, but when he returned his eyes to the cockatrice he found she was right in his face. “Oh wow you're quick.” Her hand seized his wrist and twisted. Oren let out a shout of pain as she effortlessly lifted his hand away from his weapon. “And...REALLY strong!”

“Won't need this anymore!” Mirat announced. With her free hand she seized his sword, sheath and all. She ripped it from his belt, as if it were held on by paper. She gripped it tightly, her hand lighting up. She then tilted the sheath down and what was left of the sword poured out onto the ground, completely melted.

“Fat lot of good all that training did me!” Oren complained. The cockatrice jerked him over to her bed. “Come on Mirat, I'm sure we can discuss some of this. I just wanted some cooking ingredients, not a mate for...AH!” With ease, the cockatrice flipped him over onto the bed. She then grabbed both of his hands and pulled them over his head. “Look, I'm sure if we just talk this over you can...” Oren's hands abruptly felt cold. “What did you do to my hands?”

“Used magic to put them in the rock wall.” Mirat replied. The major looked up to see that was indeed what she did. His wrists were now attached to solid rock, and were trapped.

“Oh come on! I didn't want...!” Abruptly, Mirat's hand covered Oren's mouth. She grinned widely and her black eyes had a twinkle in them.

“You talk too much.” she said firmly. “Basans are pretty docile, but basilisks are the opposite. It's probably the basilisk blood in me that's enjoying this. Now then, let's get that armor off!” With surprising dexterity, she began unhooking his armor with her free hand while keeping her other on Oren's loud mouth. In a short time, he was down to his raggedy shirt and underpants. Mirat grinned even wider, staring at his crotch, which was standing up at attention. “Well, well, well, not interested are you?” She finally lifted her hand off of his mouth.

“That...um...I just...I haven't been around a naked woman in a while...”

Mirat moved down to the foot of her bed. She laid herself between his legs. She reached up to his underwear and hooked her sharp nails into the cloth. She slowly lowered it to his ankles, somewhat pleased to see he wasn't resisting.

“Lost your will?” she teased.

“Well, if it's gonna happen...” Oren began. Mirat opened her mouth and her tongue tumbled out. It was pink and had the texture of a human's, but was long and twisty like a snake's. The muscle coiled itself around Oren's shaft, effortlessly. “Ho...Holy...wha...” The soldier was instantly lost for words. He had never felt a sensation like that in his whole life. Her velvety tongue coated his dick in her wet saliva, and spun around it like a whirlwind. Every inch of his shaft was delightfully simulated. Oren's hips bucked a little as she stared up at him with her dark eyes, twinkling. She opened her mouth wide and engulfed his entire erection.

Inside of her mouth she sucked on his dick while her skilled tongue continued to coil around it. Hit with a double attack Oren began to moan and squirm. His legs twitched with every movement of the muscle in her mouth. He tried to jerk his hands down from the wall, but failed. They were stuck, hard. The soldier arched his entire body, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him. She was good, unbelievably good. He was being given pleasure only a monster could give. Just as Oren felt he might lose his mind, the cockatrice lifted her head, her coiling tongue trailing after her. She grinned and let it hang out of her mouth for a few moments, dripping with her spit. She sucked it back into her mouth before speaking.

“Have anything to say now?” she asked.

“What...was that?” Oren asked weakly.

“Basilisk tongue. It drove the basan women wild. Wanna have a better feel of it?”

Oren didn't immediately answer. His dick was throbbing in the air, begging for more attention, which Mirat could give. The major tried to steel his will, but he could practically feel his balls aching. When he said he hadn't been with a woman in a long time, he meant close to seven years. He had always been around sweaty men, so it wasn't like he could get much alone time either. All the pent-up frustration, which likely also contributed to his bad attitude, was begging to be released. He was told he wasn't supposed to be consorting with monsters. Then again, these were the same people that forced him here in the first place.

“Yes. I want a better feel of it.” Oren said.

Mirat giggled giddily. “Your wish is my command.” She grabbed him under his hips and pulled his legs up toward his stomach. Almost instantly Oren yelped. It was a very humiliating position, almost one that a man would take with a woman.

“What are you doing?” he demanded.

“You wanted a better feel. You're getting one.” Mirat unfurled her tongue and leaned down. She wasn't aiming for his dick, however. Her tongue began swirling around his anus, as if coaxing it into relaxing.

“Hey! Stop that!” Oren cried in a high voice. This only caused the cockatrice to giggle even more. The basilisk in her loved seeing him squirm helplessly under her. Her deft tongue wiggled against his entrance a few more times, making sure it was coated in her saliva. Then the sharp point began poking against the hole. Oren, flushed with humiliation, did his best to resist her intrusion, but after a few moments the slippery muscle poked through.

Oren yelped and his legs twitched. His dick throbbed at the air excitedly, delighted. As if it didn't bother her at all, Mirat shoved her face against his balls. Her long tongue was fully inside of him, coiling around his insides. The major made high-pitch noises as sensations he wasn't familiar with washed over him. It wasn't pain, and Oren tried to tel himself it wasn't pleasure. All the same, his throbbing erection was rock hard, and twitching excitedly. As if looking for something specific, the cockatrice's tongue began whipping it's way around the flesh inside. After a few moments, it brushed up against something. Oren yelped and his dick leapt several times compulsively. Mirat pulled her head away, a bridge of saliva briefly following. She sucked her long tongue back into her mouth, as if it were nothing.

“Did you like that?” she asked.

“That was weird.” Oren replied flalty, his face still flushed.

“Well, it's about to get weirder.” With her superior strength, Mirat put his legs together and bent them up near Oren's head. If it were at all possible, the major went even redder. Now he was even more exposed, with his anal opening right in front of her face. The cockatrice kept one of her arms over his legs, holding him place. She stuck her middle finger of her other hand in her mouth, getting it wet with her spit.

“Hey! What are you doing? Stop!” Oren shouted.

She took her finger out of her mouth, grinning from ear to ear. “I'm enjoying myself.” She put her large middle finger against his entrance. “And so are you, whether you like it or not.” Her digit pierced inside of him, her slick spit allowing it easy entrance. Oren let out another high-pitch squeak, trying to ignore any feeling of pleasure. Mirat's finger shifted around inside of him for a few moments, before it found the spot her tongue had before.

Oren yelped and his whole body twitched. A few waves of pleasure, as if he had orgasmed, shot through him. Once it passed, he lifted his head a little to look at his dick, which was practically near his face. Nothing had come out it, but it was throbbing painfully.

“Found it!” Mirat sang. “I always heard human males had this tiny organ inside of them that controls when they cum. Turns out it's real. I know how to play with this all day, and never give you an orgasm. You want me to?”

“Wha...what?” Oren asked weakly.

“Pay attention!” she sang again. Her finger rotated in a small circle around the organ. Oren let out a little moan and jerked his body. His dick wagged in the air, as if squirting off it's load. Nothing came out however, and the pleasure fizzled before he could be satisfied. Oren turned his head towards his arm and covered his face, trying to hide his embarrassment. She was toying with him. She was humiliating and manipulating his body for her own amusement, and Oren would have given anything for it stop. All the same, he couldn't deny his throbbing erection. His whole body was crying out for a release, something it wasn't going to get it.

Mirat saw his attempt to hide his face and only giggled again. “If you're not honest with me, I'm just going to keep playing!” The cockatrice woman pushed hard with her finger. Oren's body jerked, he moaned against his arm, and his legs quivered helplessly. His dick became even harder and twitched heartily, as if trying it's hardest to cum. It failed, and ended up throbbing painfully. It was screaming for release.

“Now then,” Mirat began, her eyes twinkling and her mouth smiling. “Do you want to cum?”

Oren grit his teeth for a few moments before muttering. “Yes...”

“Can't hear you! Turn towards me and say it.”

His face burning in humiliation, the major turned his head towards her. “Yes!”

“Yes what? What do you want me to do?”

Oren felt her finger circle lightly around his organ. His dick throbbed painfully. “I want you to make me cum!”

Mirat giggled delightfully, as if someone had told her a great joke. Then, abruptly, she pulled her finger out and leg go of his legs. His body flopped back out, finding that she had left the position at his feet. Oren craned his neck around the room, terribly confused. The cockatrice hopped across the room, her ample ass cheeks wobbling. She went to a shelf, grabbed something, and then returned. She stood over him, grinning from ear-to-ear. There was a metal ring in her hand.

“Well you can't cum. I won't let you.” she said.

“Huh?” Oren asked weakly. She leaned over and slipped it around his throbbing erection. Once it reached the base she muttered some magic words. The major then yelped as the metal ring tightened around the bottom of his dick. In a matter of moments it was incredible tight.

“Wha...what did you do?” the major demanded.

“It's a little ring I can control.” Mirat replied. “Now then, it's time for me to get some attention.”

Oren blushed again as Mirat slithered over his body. She pulled her human-like folds apart, exposing her pink inner flesh. It had been dripping before, but now it was soaked. Her entire crotch was slick with fluids. While she had been teasing and toying with him, she became even more turned on. Dominating and controlling him made her hot. She began grinding her pink flesh against his rock-hard dick. The heat from her loins was intense, almost burning. Her slick fluids coated against his shaft.

“How does it feel?” she asked.

“Hot...” Oren said.

“Want to feel what it's like on the inside?”

The major gulped and turned red again. “Yes.”

“You're gonna have to beg for it!” she sang.

Oren grit his teeth, not wanting to give in to her again. Mirat ended up grinding against his shaft again, causing it to throb eagerly. His whole body was screaming for an orgasm, and his dick was literally harder than stone. All he wanted at that moment was stick it inside her hot, sticky folds.

“P-please...” Oren muttered.

“Can't hear you!'” she said melodically.

“Please! Let me put it inside you! It's killing me!”

Mirat giggled once again. “Just what I wanted to hear!” The cockatrice lifted herself up by her powerful reptile legs. She aimed his engorged shaft at her folds and slowly lowered herself onto it. Oren gasped and his back arched. Her insides were a tight, fleshy furnace. Every inch he went inside of her was a new level of pleasure. After an eternity, her hips met his and his full shaft was inside of her.

“Feel good?” Mirat asked with a smile.

“It's...amazing!” Oren admitted. “I don't think...I can last long!”

“Go ahead.” the cockatrice said gleefully. “I don't mind.” She began grinding back and forth, his dick twisting inside of her wet canal. The slick flesh writhed around his sensitive rod, teasing him ruthlessly. Oren could feel sparks going across his body as his dick pulsed relentlessly. His balls were twitching and he could feel the tingling in his legs.

“I'm gonna...I'm gonna...!” he shouted. He could hear Mirat giggled as he arched his back and moaned.

Then he felt it clamp, hard. Oren let out a yipping noise as the ring around his dick tightened, instantly choking his orgasm. His dick twitched in agony, unable to allow his sperm to escape. There was just a deep throbbing, and a wash of both pain and pleasure. Then it stopped, and there was no relief. His dick somehow got even harder, begging for relief.

“What...what was that?” the major whined.

“You honestly think I would just let you cum so quickly?” the cockatrice asked haughtily. “Like I said, you don't get to have all of the fun. Now, it's time for me to enjoy myself.” The woman moved herself forward a little, and then began popping her hips back and forth. Oren grit his teeth as she bounced on his shaft. She was biting her lip, enjoying herself immensely. “You're pretty big. I really lucked out!” Oren could feel her pussy pounding up and down on his dick. Her hips were working furiously, and her juices were hot and slick. The parts of her body that were flesh, and not feather or scale, flushed. She reached out with her hands and gripped his body. Oren gazed up at her with a terrible expression of wanting and lust. This only made her smile and lick her lips. She was enjoying his torment.

Each time Oren's tortured erection stabbed into her wet vice, a wave of pleasure washed over him. He could feel his dick pounding with blood, eager to let out another release that wouldn't be satisfied. As much as Oren wanted it to stop, he couldn't control it.

“No! Please stop!” the major begged. Mirat gasped and threw her head back, moaning.

“Don't think so!” she shouted. “Yeah! Right there!” The cockatrice slammed her pussy down, his dick completely buried in her. Mirat shrieked and shuddered, her juices gushing around Oren's shaft. It was too much, and Oren gasped as another orgasm tried to wash over him. Instead, the ring clamped and he yelped. The familiar mix of pain and pleasure washed over him, as his orgasm was stopped dead. He thrashed, hoping to get some relief. It didn't help, and somehow his dick seemed to get even harder. At this point, he could probably beat someone to death with it.

Mirat meanwhile, rode on his hard shaft through her orgasm. She bucked her hips against him for several moments as her juices squirted around the rock-hard dick inside of her. She floated in a blissful afterglow, enjoying every moment. When she finally lowered her head, she grinned at Oren's terrible expression. He looked as if he were going crazy. His entire body was completely flushed and there were tears in his eyes.

“Please! Please make it stop! Let me cum! Please!” he shouted. Mirat smiled and giggled.

“Maaaaaaybe.” she said delightfully. She rocked back and forth for a moment, causing him to whine pitifully. “There's something you should probably know.” Oren cringed, expecting her to do something else to him to tease him. “In terms of mates, cockatrices are the same as basan.”

“Wha...what does that mean?” the major asked weakly.

“When a mate cums inside of a basan, they are linked together. It's a magic spell. The mate can never escape. If they try, the basan will track them down and bring them back. They will inherently know where they are. If you cum inside of me, it will be the same. You will never be able to escape me. You can run, but I will always find you. In essence, we will be married, now and forever. Still want to cum?”

Oren's face fell and actually became pale. A creeping feeling of horror washed over him. She had been planning this the entire time. She wanted to endlessly tease and torture him until he couldn't take it anymore. Then he would beg to become her mate for life. She wanted to dominate him in every way, even his future. Now he was trapped, a ring around his dick.

“Oh...you seem to be unsure!” she sang. “Looks like you need a little convincing!”

“N-no! Don't!” Oren cried. The cockatrice ignored him. She shifted backwards and put her feet on either side of his hips. She then began to pump back and forth, her pussy gushing juices around his dick. Oren whined painfully as her folds grind against his shaft, practically milking it. Mirat tilted her head back and moaned. Her large breasts bounced up and down alluringly. Any man would have loved the scene and pleasure he was being given, any man but Oren. He tensed up every muscle in his body, trying to control his body's impulse. He was failing miserably. His dick trembled in incredible pleasure, quickly building to another orgasm. Mirat lifted one of her fingers to her pussy and she began to rub her love button as she pistoned her folds on his abused dick.

“Fuck your dick is so hard!” she cried. “These basan urges are amazing! No wonder they're obsessed with this!”

“Please...” Oren whined, tears coming down his eyes. “Make it stop.” She lowered her head and smiled, never stopping her pumping hips.

“Only one way to make it stop!” she said. “Beg to cum inside of me and be bound to me forever, then I'll let you cum!”

“No! I don't want...!”

“Suit yourself!” The cockatrice bit her lip and tilted her head back. Her fingers furiously rubbed her button as she slammed herself down on him, hard. She pumped her hips back and forth as she screamed against her lip. Her pussy clamped down on his shaft and a new flood of boiling juices came out. Oren couldn't take it anymore. He gasped and bucked his hips. Then the breath caught in his throat and his body thrashed under her. She was bigger and stronger than him. His movement made no difference. The pain and pleasure went over him as his dick throbbed in vain.

Mirat twitched and quivered, whining as her nipples went hard and pleasure went over her. She had never cum this many times in her life. She didn't just enjoy this, she LOVED it. The two instincts inside of her, basilisk and basan were melting together, giving her pleasure the likes of which she never had. She loved mating with Oren, which fed her basan side. She loved dominating him, which fed her basilisk side. Every orgasm was amazing. When she finally finished she sighed in her afterglow and gazed down at Oren.

He was pitiful. His entire face was painfully red. Tears were coming out of his eyes and he was beginning to drool. There was terrible desperation in his eyes. His dick was so hard and was throbbing so painfully that she could feel pound inside of her. Rather than give him relief, she rotated her hips around, teasing him.

“I could do this all night!” she announced gleefully. “Every time I see that look on your face...”

“Please...” he croaked. She leaned forward a little and cupped her feathered hand over her ear.

“Hm? Can't hear you!” she sang.

“Please let me cum inside of you! Please! I'll do anything! Anything to cum! I don't care!”

Words could not express the supreme pleasure Mirat felt. It was as good as an orgasm, no better. The satisfaction of knowing that she had dominated and controlled this man filled her with joy. She could tease him like this not just today, but every single day, for the rest of his life. She would do it all gladly.

“Finally.” she said. She leaned forward, her ample breasts dangling in his face. Her hands came over his wrists. There was a tingling sensation and she leaned back to her normal position. Oren suddenly found that his hands were free. He brought them back down and stared at them. There was nothing wrong with them. They were the same as they had always been. He leaned up and got an eyeful.

Mirat was on her back. She was holding up her knees, giving him a perfect view of her engorged folds. They were gaping open, showing her pulsing pink insides. Her fluids were drooling out of her. Everything about her screamed that she was ready to go.

“Well? Come on.” she said in a sultry voice. “Cum inside of me. I'll let you this time.”

Oren could have tried to get away. He could have struck her over the head, tried to grab that trap stone, or even go for a jar as a weapon. He didn't consider any of those options. His painfully pulsing dick wouldn't let him. The only thing he wanted to do was cum, and the perfect place for that was open in front of him. With manic desperation, he leapt at Mirat. He laid his body on top of hers. She giggled and enveloped him, her arms across his back and her powerful reptile legs around his waist. For a few moments, Oren struggled to get his rock-hard dick into her. Finally, he managed to aim it right and the head began to push past her engorged lips. He then thrust with all of his might.

The major moaned loudly, both of his hands shooting to the sides of Mirat's body. Her folds coiled around him, milking, teasing, pleading with him to give her what she wanted. The cockatrice leaned up to his ear.

“Go ahead.” she whispered. “Pound away. Give it all to me. Cum inside of me and become mine.” That was all the encouragement he needed. With desperation, he began wildly pounding against her. He lacked any grace or form. He simply thrust his hips as hard as he could. It wouldn't take him long, that much he knew. He could feel her clamp down around him, as if to give him added incentive. He could feel the familiar tingling, amplified by all the denials she had given him. He balls twitched so hard in hurt. He could feel a torrent of sperm shooting through his dick, eager to flood whatever it was wrapped into.

“I'm going to...here it comes!” Oren shouted. Mirat tightened her grip on him, as if he had any indication of escaping.

“Do it. Bind us together forever!” she shrieked. Oren obliged. He slammed his dick into her one last time, and then yelled at the top of his lungs. There was no clamping, it was like the ring wasn't even there. He felt pleasure the likes of which he had never experienced. Stars exploded in his eyes. His whole body quivered and flailed. Mirat held him in place, not allowing him to flop out of her. She shivered in delight at feeling the first powerful squirt hit her canal. Her insides began clamping and pulsing, pulling on his dick as he came. It was as if her body were trying to pull the sperm deeper. Oren pumped his hips a few more times feebly. He squirted over and over again, each one just as powerful as the first. Mirat felt her insides fill up with every powerful gush, then her canal would quiver and pull his sperm deeper, likely into her womb for the magic spell. His dick ejaculated over and over again, six, seven, eight times, each one with a gush of his seed. Finally, with a weak whine, his dick twitched one last time, emptied. Then he went limp against her, gasping for breath.

Mirat gently pushed him off of her. She stood up, suddenly feeling herself full of energy. Her womb was burning, likely using his seed for the magic she spoke of. A pleasant tingling was going over her entire body. Then something like an electrical shock went through her. She quivered as juices shot out of her, her pupils expanded, and a great sensation of pleasure washed over her. Stars went across her eyes for a few moments. When it stopped she panted, her hands going over her body. She turned towards Oren, who was just beginning to gather his wits. He sat up and stared at her. Her eyes were glowing with magic and all her feathers were standing on end. Then he flinched as he felt some sort of tingling go through his own body. He couldn't explain it, but he felt as if his body were drawn to her, like a magnet. He felt that the further away from her he went, the stronger the pull would become, until he wouldn't be able to take it anymore. She had been telling the truth. He had just completed a ritual to bind them together. It was too late to take it back now.

“Oooooh, I can feel you.” Mirat said. “I know where you are, like it's a homing instinct. I can sense you. I can smell you. I can feel you. I love this.”

Oren gulped and went a little pale. Mirat only sighed with contentment. Then she stretched as if she had just woken from a good sleep.

“Well, that will be it for now.” she said happily. “I think I'll keep that ring on you for insurance.” Oren's eyes widened and he dropped his eyes. As his dick shrunk, the ring had as well. It wasn't choking his dick anymore, but it certainly didn't look like it would come off. It likely never would.

“Hey?” Mirat asked. The major's eyes snapped back up to her. “Want to see something cool?” Oren didn't answer, but she did it anyway. She walked over to her trap stone and picked it up. “This trap stone is an illusion.”

“What?” Oren asked flatly. Mirat only giggled. She walked over to the boulder blocking the entrance. She reached through it, like it wasn't even there. She stepped into it, and then back into her room. Then she threw up her hands, as if she had performed a trick.

“See? You could have left if you wanted.” she said. Oren flinched and felt himself go red again. She had tricked him into basically marrying her, and then she rubbed his nose in it. He had forever attached himself to this sadistic woman, and there was nothing he could do. For her part, Mirat only giggled again, enjoying his expression. The trap stone in her hand glowed and the boulder disappeared.

“I'm going to go tell my mother I have a mate now.” she declared. “You can run if you like, you won't get far!” She giggled one more time and waltzed out the room.

Oren sat on the bed for a few moments, his expression blank. He was trapped again, except this time it was worse. Being forced into the church's army was one thing, being forced to live with a monster that loved to sexually torture him was another. If he tried to escape, she would know it. She would drag him back, and likely punish him for it. There was nothing he could do. She had won.

Oren groaned and laid back upon the bed of hay. He put his arm over his eyes, trying to hide the fact that he was crying.

“I just wanted some garlic...out of one cage and into another. Fuck.”

Holy shit.
https://soundgasm.net/u/Harley/A-Quiet-Evening-at-Home-1

>>25680

>Holy shit.

Indeed. Good catch! Made me look further.

“Harley” not only reads smut well, she does _literally_ orgasmic porn commentaries and gives detailed descriptions of her masturbatory activities. Besides her Soundgasm page she has a presence on Chirbit and appears to be something of a celebrity on 4chan /soc/. Harley’s readings sometimes resemble “Hysterical Literature”, in which women sit at a table and try to read a book out loud while an unseen person makes them cum with a vibrator.

Good stuff!

I want buy a pair of sneakers,but I don't know which webstore is far better.
Who can give me some suggest?

>>25681
yeah this was a real good find. hope she does more of the classic NF stories. her voice is sexy as fuck

>>25683
I was the one who commissioned it. Her voice was fine except that she had to keep herself monotone, because she was uncomfortable with the story.
So I have to wonder why she did it at all.

Also, does anyone have any of the stories saved that aren't here?
I was able to view some of them in HF by using a direct link, but they were all deleted recently.
Stories like Little Miss Scarlett's Birthday, and David's Sweet Revenge, and Commoner's Challenge. Probably others as well.

>>25684
Little Miss Scarlett’s Birthday

Sitting in my bedroom, my dripping fingers slowly working over the aching folds of my hot, slick pussy and rubbing at my rubbery, over-sized clit, I found that I almost couldn’t take my eyes off my phone as it sat silent, dark & motionless on my pale pink bedspread.

I was willing it to buzz, begging it to light up, my heart in my throat and a ragged swarm of butterflies churning in my stomach as I waited for Scarlett’s call. My big tits heaved as I breathed hard, and I jammed another finger into myself thinking about what she had planned for us tonight.

I thought about the things she would do to me.

About the things she would make me do.

Goddamn, I was terrified.

Scarlett is the best friend a shy, submissive little 12-year-old like me has ever had, and I love her and I would do anything for her; I would totally kill or die for her, I would crawl through broken glass to lick her pissing pussy ... but damn, her sense of adventure always gets me into all SORTS of trouble.

A wave of goosebumps rushed over me as I eased yet another finger into myself -- this one into my asshole -- aching and groaning, rubbing at my stiff, slippery clit. My fat, dark nipples felt like hot needles were pushing through them, they were so fucking hard against my thin, too-tight t-shirt; the rings Scarlett had put into them after I sucked off that tattoo artist and his friends jingled.

It hadn’t even begun, and tonight already had me scared half to death ... and so fucking horny!

On the huge screen of my desktop computer, the latest high-definition porn-video from my best friend was playing in excruciating, lurid detail: a cute blonde teenager, just about our age and obscenely pregnant, was sucking off a series of well-muscled black men in what looked like a high school locker room. Her mascara was running, tears streaming down the preteen’s pretty face from the savage deep-throat suction she put on the throbbing, foot-long black cock jammed into her eager mouth.

Thick waves of spit and cum dribbled down the hot little teen’s delicate chin, spattering onto her huge, milky tits and oozing over her tanned, tight and lewdly-rounded belly with every savage thrust. The huge black guy fucking her face held the tiny preteen by one blonde pigtail as he dumped a thick load into her sucking face-cunt; as he pulled out, her itty-bitty pink tongue slipped out to follow hungrily after the last drops of hot drool and thick semen.

Laughing, the huge black man idly slapped the sex-crazed girl once with the dark, plum-sized head of his cock -- a thunderous tool like a pulsing nightstick -- as he pulled his massive member away from her full, pouty lips. “You like that big nigger dick?”

“Oh, yes! Thank you, sir,” the little blonde gasped, breathless. “Thank you for cumming in me. I need nigger-dick, sir. Thank you, sir, thank you, than--“

Another fat cock slipped into the girl’s mouth, then; her cheeks hollowed out as she began nursing ravenously, her big blue eyes rolling up -- streaming tears -- to gaze loving up at the man who began to rape her mouth in long, smooth strokes.

There must have been another twenty guys in line.

Positioned beneath the tiny teen was a cute Asian girl of maybe 9 years old, lovingly slurping at the blonde’s ravaged, cum-dribbling cunt as a big Doberman brutally fucked her ass; as I watched, a stream of hot piss washed over the face of the baby-faced preteen, causing her to choke and sputter and then latch back onto the pregnant girl’s slobber-coated clit.

I pushed fingers into my pussy, rolling my asshole against the digits I had jammed inside me, knowing that I couldn’t fight off another orgasm.

On-screen, the big nigger began choking the itt-bitty-blonde; he slapped her across the cheek -- hard -- and jammed his full length into her as she began to choke, heaving.

My phone rang.

Scarlett.

I picked up, panting, pulling my fingers from my gooey cunt while continuing to tease my hot, drooling asshole. “Hello? Scarlett?”

“Hey, Bree,” she said in her little girl, sing-song voice. “Enjoying the video?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered. “Thank you for sending it. Thank you SO much. I love you. I love--”

She laughed. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“Oh, yeah! And happy birthday. Super happy birthday, Scarlett; you’re the best friend I’ve ever had. I don’t know how to tell you how much--”

“I’m gonna get you raped tonight, Bree. In fact, I think I’m going to get you knocked up. Do you like that?”

I bit back a moan, squirming on the fingers jammed up my little-girl shitter; I felt my guts gaping as another finger slipped inside. “Y-you know I d-d-don’t. I’ll be good. Scarlett, please, please don’t get me pregnant tonight. Please?”

“Oh, Bree,” she said with a soft giggle, “of course I’m going to get your dumb, slutty little ass pregnant. If you’re nice, I’ll even let you choose the father. It might even be your daddy. Be downstairs in five minutes.”

“Bu-but, Scarlett, I can’t!”

“You can,” she said, and I could hear her smile. “And you will. I’ve got a fake for you, and Nicky is meeting us at the club. He says he has a surprise for me!”

“Yeah, bu-but ... my daddy is still up, and ... I’m still grounded, and ...”

Scarlett laughed. “Let me deal with your dad. When I walk into the house, give me a minute, then go out and wait in the truck.”

“But. I-it ... it’s a school-night,” I said hopelessly, already defeated.

“Shut up, you dumb bitch. Nicky can drive us to school in the morning. Tonight is my special night, and you’re not going to ruin it. Wear something that shows off those big tits. Glasses and pigtails. Slutty make-up, like you're hungry to suck cocks in an alleyway all night. No panties, short skirt. Beads in your ass. The big ones.”

With that, she hung up.

Dutifully, I got up and got dressed; I already had my wardrobe laid out and it only took a few seconds to get my makeup right.

Glancing at myself one last time in the mirror just as Scarlett’s big Chevy Silverado pulled into the driveway, I realized that I looked like a jailbait, preteen version of Linda Cardellini as Velma from the Scooby-Doo movie ... and that you could see the dangling anal-beads hanging from my ass several inches below my short skirt. The swell of my big brown nipples peaked over the low-cut top, and the juice of my meaty, sbobbery pussy dripped down my legs, giving my thighs a wet sheen.

I blushed, biting my lip.

Shit. I was DEFINITELY getting raped tonight.

I gulped as I heard my front door open and my daddy’s cheerful voice echo in the hallway, accompanied with the smiling, melodic voice of my best friend; my heart pounding, I counted to ten-Mississippi and then quietly walked downstairs ... and out the front door to the truck.

The giant, badass machine sat there, purring softly.

Scarlett’s mom was sitting in the driver’s seat, humming along to soft music; she gave me a polite nod -- flashing her gleaming smile and wrinkling her button nose as she winked -- but her mind was definitely on other things. She had a date tonight, and looked even sluttier than I felt: she was decked-out to the nines in white lingerie that was shockingly indecent and a collar with the words FUCK MEAT glimmering on it. In the front passenger seat, Scarlett’s twin little sisters were fast asleep, one dressed up like a slutty Rainbow Brite and the other in a Pickachu-themed bikini with little red circles on her cheeks: they would be the star attraction at whatever party the three of them were headed to.

The truck was cold, but it smelled like warm, well-oiled sex. After a moment, I could hear the faint buzz of toys: all three of the ladies already had something stuck inside them, churning their holes to steaming mush.

Sliding into the leather-lined backseat -- being careful not to knock over the huge box of dildos, cuffs, whips, paddles, blades and other things inside -- I waited, trying not to fidget ... or dislodge the length of huge beads jammed up my preteen shit-pipe, each of them size of a fist. After what seemed like an eternity, Scarlett flounced back to the truck and hopped into the seat next to me with a wicked grin.

God fucking DAMN, she looked amazing.

Like a younger, hotter Emma Stone, decked out in a sparkling crimson evening gown that showed every inch of her nubile preteen curves while giving her long red hair a cast like fire. She looked like a tiny swimsuit model, from her perky preteen tits down her long calves to her bare feet: a smooth, stacked little sex-goddess poured into firm, hot flesh, cum dripping from her ruby lips. Even though she was almost four months pregnant, you still couldn’t quite tell: she only had a glow around her, and skin that begged to be touched.

“See,” she said with a smile, “that was easy.”

“Yeah,” I said, breathing a sigh of relief, letting myself smirk.

Laughing, Scarlet’s mom put the car into reverse and we pulled away.

My best friend’s deep green eyes sparkled. “Give me a kiss.”

Before I could say anything, she leaned in and ran her gooey tongue across my mouth; I could taste my daddy’s thick cum as it dribbled past my lips. We made out, her hands wandering across my skin, until I was sucking hot gobs of my father’s semen right from her tongue, moaning and famished.

She pulled back after a few minutes, leaving me gasping and breathless, just as I went to massage for her cunt and felt my fingers wrap around the two-inch thickness of a long, hard-rubber cock.

“I’m wearing my strap-on. I hope you’re feeling ... adventurous.”

I gulped. “I-I ... I am.”

“Good. I’m going to let you practice deep-throating for a while. If you impress me, I’m going to let you suck Nicky’s cum out of my ass tonight.”

I got to work.

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About a half-hour later, Scarlett’s mom dropped us off in front of the huge, stone-cut strip-club where my best friend works on weekends. The quiet street shone with puddles, needles and broken glass: we were in a bad part of town. The grey, impassive edifice, however, simply glimmered in the soft rain with smooth, cool neon light; a massive black man in an elegant three-piece suit -- adorned with ebony sunglasses and a discrete earpiece -- nodded at both of us as we walked it, holding the colossal steel door before stepping back into place.

There was a dark-lit atrium, and were waved through a metal-detector by another, equally huge black man in a wife-beater.

Something clicked behind us as we went through the last door.

The noise inside, just past the final frosted-glass gateway, was like being hit in the chest. It took a moment for me to adjust, and I finally caught up with Scarlett just as we walked past a man roughly fucking a little girl with pink hair dressed as a kitty-cat next to a bathroom.

To our left, a porn-store gleamed next to a set of elevators; to our right, the bar and the club proper shone -- almost spinning -- hypnotically. Another door simply said "SNUFF."

“He didn’t check our IDs,” I said, huffing and overwhelmed.

“What?”

I shouted: “He didn’t check our IDs!”

“IDs?”

“Yes,” I groaned. “You said you had fakes! This is, like, a regular strip-cub ... right?”

“Oh, right,’ Scarlett said with a grin, taking my hand. “Yeah. Maybe he just forgot. Let’s get a drink and find Nicky.”

The place was like an airplane hanger, done up in crystal, rust and strobe lights; cages and upside-down crucifixes hung from chains, and sleek black glass accented those parts of the building that looked the most like an old dungeon. Huge flatscreens, flickering, showered forth throbbing images -- erotic, oily fuck-scenes of every kind -- and women in bondage-themed maid’s uniforms wandered to and from the massive, glimmering bars between the stages.

Balconies looked down on us, like an old opera house; I got vertigo, looking up at a box labeled “member’s only.”

Everywhere I gazed, the absolute raunchiest of debauchery was raging. Lost in the orgy, I was quietly led between tables, gawking openly as I watched sex acts of every description occurring all around me.

Dozens of men in well-cut suits crowded around each little island, watching young girls, teens and gorgeous women fucking themselves -- and each other -- with wild abandon; I saw two girls on leashes licking whipped cream from the legs of a well-stacked goddess of a lady covered in tattoos as she fisted herself. At another table, a cute Hispanic girl of maybe 10 was being brutally, anally raped by a huge black man as she licked hesitatly at the dog-cock thrust into her face. Behind them, I could see a young mother -- 22? 24? -- greasing up a throbbing with her hands and mouth, getting it ready to plunge into her pregnant teen daughter.

The men surrounding the tables were wild: howling, groping, throwing money.

Suddenly, I heard a voice I knew. “Bree, a pleasure. I’m glad to see that you girls were able to make it.”

I looked up, biting back fear. “Hello, Mr. Fellheimer. Sir.”

Scarlett laughed, sitting on his lap -- throwing her arms around his neck -- and gesturing for me to sit at his private table.

He smiled, gazing at me like a predator. “Would you like a drink?”

“Yes, Sir,” I said without thinking.

He gestured idly, and a pretty black-haired teen in a low-cut leather dress -- laced up the front to show her ample cleavage and denuded, glinting pussy -- appeared at our table. Her arms were bound behind her back, but she had a tray cunningly attached to her collar, affixed to her waist.

“A virgin Mary for this little lady,” Mr. Fellheimer said, patting Scarlett’s firm ass without looking up at the girl. “Extra spicy; don’t go easy on her. She’s drinking for two. Another whiskey -- neat -- for me, and something sweet for my young friend Bree.”

The raven-haired teen turned, looking me over; I blushed as she smiled. “Do you like cream, sweetie?”

“Does she ever,” Scarlett said with a giggle.

The cute teen waitress smiled. “Slutty girl-scout?”

“Oh, yes. That she is,” Mr. Fellheimer said.

I bit my lip. “Wh-what’s in it?”

Laughing, our waitress smiled. “Bailey’s Irish Crème, peppermint schnapps and crème de cacao -- it’s kind of a chocolate liqueur. Served on the rocks. It’s really good. I’ll bring you a little one; see how you like it.”

“That will be fine,” Mr. Fellheimer said, nodding. “Thanks. And would you send over the special present?”

“Can do, Sir,” said the cute dark-haired girl, bowing and vanishing.

Scarlett looked intrigued. “Present? Nicky, for me?”

“A present,” he said, grinning. He gestured toward a girl walking towards us. “For you. Now ... who does that look like?”

My jaw dropped.

“Is that--? Fucking,” Scarlett gasped. “Is that Ellen Page?”

“Indeed.”

“How did--?”

Mr. Fellheimer smiled. “There are no limits to my generosity, lover.”

The two of them began kissing; the girl still walking toward us -- grinning ironically all the while -- was a vision; the casual clothes she wore as she plopped into the seat beside me only accented her tomboyish physique. Her black t-shirt simply said "I rape on the first date."

“Hi,” she said, extending her hand. “I’m Ellen; you must be Bree. I’m actually here for Scarlett to play with, but I’m definitely going to fuck you before I go.”

I stammered, taking her palm with my shaking hand. "Th-thank you."

Scarlett looked up, her eyes sparkling, her hand working Mr. Fellheimer’s huge dick through his slacks. “I insist. You simply have to feel her take a raping.”

Ellen smirked. “Oh, I will. So, I understand that we’re going to a water-park?”

Mr. Fellheimer nodded, as Scarlett gasped. “I made a few calls. Only the best for my girl on her birthday.”

“You know, I’ve never been to an orgy at a waterpark. Sounds like fun.”

“Well,” said Mr. Fellheimer with a conspiratorial smile, “We have all week. But first, I believe that you said you wanted to see how well my girl takes a beating?”

Ellen smiled. "I've been practicing. I believe we have the main stage?"

"Indeed. I think you'll be delighted to see how well she bruises for you. Marks on her look positively exquisite. Bree, be a dear and starting getting men ready to fuck Scarlett's ass, will you?"

I stood up, nodding.

Ellen shook her head, an emphatic 'no'. "Crawl, you dumb bitch."

And that’s how I ended up getting pregnant; the father of my daughter could have been any of a LOT of different guys, but I prefer to think that it was one of Ellen’s famous friends. Maybe is was Tyrese Gibson. Either way, Scarlett and I are definitely the most popular girls in 7th grade now.

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DAVID’S SWEET REVENGE

I first met David at a Christmas party last year, held at a gorgeous hotel rented out by my husband's company. David is one of those men who exudes strength and confidence, whom you just know will be successful at anything he does. It was no different here: he started working at the company right out of college and within a month was setting sales records. He was the top salesman for 26 months straight, a record that was only broken by David when he went on a 31 month run a couple years later. He was promoted to regional sales manager 5 years ago and each sales rep under his control saw an increase in production of 30%.

Control.

David is one of those people who likes being in control. He has an ability to see what needs to be done and knows how to motivate people to exceed expectations. People want to please him. A compliment from David is regarded much like a congratulatory letter from the President of the United States or the mother-fucking Pope.

When it was announced last April that Robert Flack was stepping down as the VP of Sales, everyone simply assumed that David would be the new VP. Hell, even the outgoing vice, Robert, gave the promotion his glowing endorsement, saying that he could imagine no one else leading the company into the next decade as they started expanding into foreign markets.

Naturally, David and the rest of the company were shocked when CEO Dom Whittner announced that his own brother-in-law, Michael Hunt, would be succeeding Bobby as of May 1st.

Mike Hunt is a smarmy salesman who cut his teeth in the used-car business, though he most recently spent 2 years selling home water purifiers door-to-door. He was about as accomplished a salesman as Gary Coleman is a basketball player, and without the looks or charm. David, despite this, was not one for grousing; things did not go as he had predicted, perhaps, but he still chose to give 100% and to be a valuable resource to Mike. If the foreign expansion took off the way the company predicted, there would be plenty of career opportunities overseas for him.

Over the next few months, David decided he hated Mike. Not because Mike took what should have been his job, but because Mike was a pompous jackass who knew nothing about sales. He blamed David for everything he screwed up while taking the credit for all of David's hard-earned success. Regardless of his feelings, though, Dave remained professional. Even while watching Michael abuse some of their most seasoned sales professionals, David kept his mouth shut.

Just as predicted, the foreign markets were a gold-mine. Within just 6 months, sales were so strong that they needed to open a new office in Germany just to keep up ... and needed to create a new position: VP of International Market Sales.

David began learning to speak German. It didn't take more than a month before he was an expert.

As you might have guessed, Dave wasn't offered the position. Mike, in his infinite wisdom, hired a guy right out of college. The kid was barely old enough to drink legally and here he was going to Germany to lead the international sales division. His voice was probably still changing, and this kid was going to be making over $250,000 a year. The boy was named Richard Weed and was one of Mike's nephews.

David was not pleased.

Over the next month, David continued to grow more annoyed by the situation. Fortunately for all involved, David was never the sort of person to simply piss and moan about how life wasn't treating him fairly. Instead, he decided to take action. He spoke with one of his company's top competitors -- one who was on the rise, beaten back into 2nd place only by David's superior business acumen. With Mike running the show, sales were slowing at home and their competitor was nibbling away at their market share.

David spoke to the competitor's CEO. They had a VP position that would be vacant in March: just 4 months away. They offered David the position, declaring with a smile that he could start right away as the current VP's assistant if he wanted. David had a ... different idea. He remained on at his old company, working for Mike, never letting on that he was planning to leave. He had a several step plan to sabotage his current company while catapulting his future employers into the lead in the marketplace.

First, David began siphoning off some of their top clients. With his excellent rapport, he had no trouble getting them to agree to move to his new employer as soon as he left. Second, for all projects that he was assigned, he made sure their projected completion date was set for after March. He simply didn't work on them, but continued to give false progress reports on his work. Finally, he wanted a more personal way of disrupting Mike's life, knowing it would disrupt his professional life as well.

This is where I came in.

I met David at the office Christmas party last December, like I said. It was a grand party held at a fancy hotel, and only the top management and their spouses were invited. When introduced, I was quickly taken aback by Dave's charm, his looks and by his commanding presence. When David spoke to me, it was like I was the only person in the room -- maybe the only soul on the planet. I found myself almost like a lovesick puppy, following him around all night.

I should probably tell you a little about myself. My name is Jessica, and I am Mike's wife.

I'm 31 years old and in very good shape; people constantly tell how young and healthy I look, and that I should be an actress; I've been modeling professionally since I was 7; mostly bikinis and some lingerie. Mike makes more than enough money to afford me the opportunity to stay home rather than work; with my daughters both of school age now, I have time to go to the gym 5 times a week. I have golden-reddish hair that falls just below my shoulders and green eyes which I'm told have quite a sparkle to them. I have 36 C breasts, still firm, and am a "pocket Venus" at 5'4. People always tell me that I look like Lili Simmons.

My eldest daughter, Tammy, is 13; the twins -- Jessie and Josie -- are 9. All three of the little ladies look a lot like me, with naturally curly hair, big blue eyes and perfect skin. Tammy is fairly well developed for her age -- already with a strong resemblance to Zooey Deschanel that the boys are noticing -- and will probably have larger breasts than I do by the time she is finished growing. She's easily the prettiest of the 7th-grade cheerleaders, and her coltish charms aren't lost on her teachers. Baby Jessie & Josies are the cutest little girls you've ever seen: just starting to develop, but with the wild eyes, angel faces and slim, tomboyish builds that suggest they'll be quite a pair of firecrackers in their teens.

Anyway: at the party, I continued to find ways to be around David. I should point out that David is far more attractive and masculine than my husband. My husband Mike is short, pot-bellied, and slump-shouldered with a very weak chin. Weak in the way that starving Ethiopian children are weak. His thinning hair has that black oily look of a cartoon villain from the 1940's. Worst of all, he was hung like a mouse. A mouse in a cold shower.

Late in the evening, I noticed Michael was sitting at a table, half passed-out from the light beer he was nursing -- his third. I walked over to David, who was holding court among a group of company wives, and began talking to him. David was on his seventh scotch, but he was eloquent and smooth: obviously, real men have no problem handling their alcohol.

As we talked, I found myself brushing the back of my hand against my breasts. David noticed my subconscious movements and then said, with strong warmth in his voice, "Careful. If your nipples get any harder, they'll poke through that beautiful dress."

I looked down and realized he was right. My face went as red as my dress. I tried to speak, but couldn't.

David caught my gaze, looked me firmly in the eyes and simply said, "Walk with me."

It wasn't a request, I think, so much as him simply stating what would be. He turned and walked towards the side door -- and I followed like a little girl.

I followed David outside, hurrying to keep up. He continued to walk to the parking lot. He didn't say a word as he walked with his drink to the far end of the last row of cars. As he walked, he lit a cigarette. When he stopped, he turned and offered me one.

I said, "Oh, sir, no thank you -- I quit a couple years ago."

He continued to look at me with those piercing eyes as he held out the cigarette. I looked down and took one. As I put my wine glass down, David lit my cigarette for me and we smoked in silence. Then, as we finished and tossed the butts onto the pavement, David lit another for himself. He put his glass on the hood of someone's car and then unzipped his pants.

I was shocked that David was unzipping his pants, but that shock was nothing compared to when I saw him release what can only be described as a monster. I felt like a citizen of Japan at the mercy of Godzilla as I stared at 11 inches of semi-hard cock. David continued to stare at me and simply said, "Suck."

I tried to object. I squeaked, my voice trembling, "I've never cheated on my husband before. Sir."

It was true, too. Even though I was a typical lonely housewife and even though sex with my husband was about as enjoyable as receiving root canal from a blind dentist with Parkinson's disease, I have never been unfaithful. Dave simply shrugged and said, "Okay, enjoy the rest of the party."

He turned his back to me and started pissing on the asphalt between the cars.

For some strange reason -- which I would like to think was the alcohol, though I know that wasn't it -- I stayed. I heard a tiny voice and realized it was my own, "Well, I guess I can suck your cock. I mean, it isn't like its ... sex, right?"

Dave just looked back over his shoulder at me and grinned that knowing grin. The grin suggested that he knew my decision before he even asked.

I dropped to my knees as he turned around. I wrapped my hands around his huge manhood and hefted it up. I could see a couple droplets of piss clinging to the tiny slit. I was about to wipe it clean but when I looked up, something about his eyes made me stop. I simply stuck out my tongue and licked it clean before slipping about 5 inches into my mouth.

David took a drag from his cigarette as he put one hand on my head. His large hand engulfed the top of my skull the way a basketball player palms a ball. With little effort, he pulled my face closer, forcing more of his now fully-erect cock into my mouth and down my throat. I had to relax my throat to accommodate his incredible thickness or risk choking.

As I let him fuck my face, I noticed my knees were getting wet. I glanced down and saw that the stream of urine has run downhill towards me, the edges of the flow now touching my skin. I wanted to get up and move but for some reason, all I did was hike up my dress to keep it clean and dry. I looked back up and saw David watching me, gauging my reaction to the puddle. He was weighing me with his eyes.

I deep-throated him, tears streaming down my cheeks as I gagged on that monster cock. My pussy warmed as he casually raped my mouth, one hand massaging his huge balls and another rubbing at my slick, overheating cunt.

When he was confident that I was obedient enough, he pulled out of my mouth and yanked me to my feet.

"Lift your dress," he said.I smiled and batted my eyes and bent forward as I lifted my skirt to flaunt my perfect ass. Dave bent down, and with both hands tore away the crotch of my black nylons. Then he grabbed my panties and tore them as well, leaving just tattered rags hanging from around my hips. He snagged both of my wrists in a single hand, holding me fast, pinning them to my lower back. I was about to say something in protest, but instead I just lowered my head, trying to slow my breathing. I had goose-bumps. I knew what was coming and I wanted it. Fuck, I wanted it. I wanted that giant cock inside my body, stretching me like I haven't been stretched since I gave birth to Jessie & Josie.

David pushed me forward against a car. I held on as my face was lowered to waist level. My legs were kicked apart like a cop arresting a drunk driver. I then felt the head of his large tool pressing into the folds of my pussy, parting it like Moses at the Red Sea. And like Moses, when I was finally parted, I moaned a quiet exaltation to God.

Oh God, oh GOD, his cock.

Being filled with an 11" (more like 13 inches, in his fully-erect state) was like being in a drug-induced haze of both numbness and pleasure. I tried to speak but the words came out more like a guttural moan. My eyes were closed and I can't swear that drool wasn't dripping from my lower lip.

After a few minutes of being pounded by David, I felt my toes curling, my heart racing and a wave of tingling vibrations erupting through my body. I bit my mouth down tight so I wouldn't scream as I experienced my first orgasm from a cock in over 15 years ... and probably only the 5th in my entire life. Without a doubt, it was the best of the bunch. I began to cum again ... and the again.

I was still lost in the haze of my orgasms, feeling another wave hit me, when David abruptly pulled out. There was almost a gasp of panic as his giant cock was replaced by the cold vacuum of air into my gaping cunt. Before I had a chance to voice my complaint, he grabbed me and spun me around, loosing my arms and forcing me back to my knees in the puddle. He put his cock to my lips.

I opened my mouth and he pushed his way in. I could taste the slick drool of my own cunt on his cock and was surprisingly not appalled. In fact, I actually enjoyed the rich, tangy flavor. Then, after fucking my face for 5 or 6 strokes, he pulled out and held his cock a few inches from my face. He held it like a cannon, ready to knock down a castle wall. His first blast struck me right in the eye and splashed off. The second hit my forehead and began to drip down my cheek. His next blast of cum hit my upper lip and teeth, dripping down onto my lower lips. Blast after blast washed over my face as though someone had hit me with a cream pie.

Eventually, after about 9 large blasts, David's cock stopped pulsating. It stopped spewing its cream all over my face, dripping down into my cleavage. David held his cock to my lips for me to lick clean. As I did, he leaned forward and picked up my wine glass. He then backed away and held the wine glass under my chin. The cum dripped down into the glass. After about 3 ounces had collected in the glass, he held the glass in front of himself and grunted. His cock started launching a thick stream of urine, splashing across my cleavage and down my belly. When the stream died down to a trickle, he put the glass in front and collected an ounce of piss. That -- with the cum -- turned the half-full glass of red wine to a strange swirled pink, red and white liquid. He helped me to my feet and said, "There's a Burger King across the street. Go get cleaned up. I'll leave your drink here for you. When you come back, I expect to see you drinking your cocktail."

I simply nodded as he walked away.

I watched him walk back to the party through my one non-slimed eye and then I hurried across the street to the burger joint. When I walked in, it was surprisingly crowded. With a mall right down the street, I assume these were holiday shoppers who didn't have time for a home-cooked meal. About 40 people were either in the line or off on the side, filling their drink cups. I walked in and pushed past the staring patrons. I hurried to the back where the bathrooms are. I tried the door to the ladies room but it was locked. A voice inside yelled, "One minute."

Damn.

So there I stood, by the door, with cum dripping down my face, piss dripping off my tits and my knees shaking from the pounding my cunt had taken. Four teen boys sat at a table right next to me and stared. I could hear their snickering and their snide comments. I guess it wasn't too hard to tell what happened to my face; while I did my best to studiously ignore them, I realized that my nylons were still hanging in shreds around my ankles, and my slickness had run down to my knees.

After 5 minutes, the door opened and a group of cute teen girls walked out; they giggled and mercifully let me pass. As they walked away, one mentioned that it looked like I had been a party-favor to at least a dozen guys. Another admitted that she would still eat my ass.

I hurried into the bathroom. When I looked in the mirror, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I was a mess, obviously, but it was more than that. Looking at my slime-coated face, I looked like I was just the guest of honor at a dozen-man bukakke party. I laughed as I used a finger to wipe some of the sperm from my left eye. For some reason, I licked my finger clean. I've never been against swallowing sperm, but I also wouldn't call myself a connoisseur, either. Yet here I was, enjoying the thrill of licking the sperm from my fingers. Maybe it was the nastiness of it or the excitement or maybe it was as I feared: I was actually enjoying the taste. Or probably all three.

I cam again, rubbing myself off right there in front of the mirror and thinking of David using my mouth for his pleasure; when the girls came back, I didn't stop fingering myself, rubbing David's cum into my cunt and hoping that I would get pregnant. They took quite a few photos, I'm embarrassed to admit.

When I eventually returned to the party, Mike was asleep at the table, his fourth light beer barely touched. I walked over to the appetizer table to get something less salty - and slimy - to eat. I caught David's eye and held up my glass to show him I had it. Then I closed my eyes and lifted it to my lips. As the sludge slipped down my throat, I could feel eyes upon me. I opened my eyes to see Connie Virtue, Richard's fiance. A gorgeous young blonde, she walked over and asked me how I liked the party. I nodded and said, "Oh, it's been pretty exciting so far."

As we talked, I tried to ignore the cold breeze going up my dress and through my torn nylons and panties. I swirled the half empty glass in my hand and took another sip. Connie asked, "That's a strange looking drink, what is it?"

I replied, trying not to smile, simply, "Red wine blow job."

Connie looked confused, wrinkling her pert little nose. I said, "You know, that shot drink called a blow job? It has Bailey's in it and some other stuff. I got it from the bar and poured it into my wine. It tastes pretty good."

Connie asked, "Can I have a taste?"

I looked over her shoulder at David, who was about 5 feet away and listening. He nodded with a smile. I handed her the glass. She lifted it to her lips and took a sip. I could see strings of sperm wash into her mouth. Then she sloshed it around in her mouth for a second and swallowed. "Mmm. That's pretty good."

She took another gulp. "Really good, actually," she said.

When she handed me back the glass, it only contained barely a sip. I drank it and Connie asked, "Want me to go get us a couple more from the bar? I mean, I thought it might be fun to get you drunk --"

That's when Dave cut in. "I'm on my way up to the bar, can I get you ladies a refill?"

I said yes, blushing, and off he went. As I talked to Connie, I watched David get two large glasses of wine and take them into the men's room.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, David returned with two drinks and handed one to each of us. He said, "I think you ladies will like these. They're extra special."

We each took a sip. Connie said, "Mmm, yes, that's good. I'll have to get the recipe."As I sipped my drink, I could see and taste that it had a lot more sperm and piss in it than last time. The wine only made up about 30% this time. And like Connie, I was enjoying it.

Enjoying it a LOT.

David, now drinking another scotch, stayed and talked to us. He asked Connie about when she and Richard were going back to Germany. She said that he was leaving in two days, but that she was staying through the holidays. Then I mentioned that Mike was going with Dick for 2 weeks. He asked, "You must have very trusting husbands. I don't know if I could leave two beautiful women such as yourselves here alone for 2 weeks."

We both blushed, but I also felt something else. While Mike does occasionally throw compliments my way, they always come across as painful for him. Dave seems to have a natural ability to make a person's heart soar. Of course, he was having an effect on more than just my heart.

Mike finally woke up and stumbled over. He burped and then said, "C'mon, let's get out of here. I gotta take a piss."

He pulled me by the arm, then saw my drink and asked, "What the hell are you drinking?"

Before I could say anything, Connie spoke up. "It's a new drink we just discovered. It's really good. You should try it."

Mike, seeing that David was watching him, didn't want to wuss out and reveal that he only drinks light beer or 1% milk. Instead, he took my drink and chugged it, finishing it off. He made a strange face and said, "It's a little strong."

I laughed. Of course, anything as manly as David's cum would be too strong for Michael. It was probably the first time he's had any hint of a real man inside him.

On the car ride home, I drove -- and sure enough, Michael passed out. I reached for my purse to get out my lipstick to fix my smeared lips at a stop light. When I reached my hand inside my purse, I found something strange: a napkin. It had a phone number on it, and a note that simply said, "Call me when he goes away. I want to fuck that sweet asshole of yours."

My heart fluttered and my pussy got wet again. I looked to make sure Mike was unconscious, and then I shifted in my seat so I could hike up my skirt. While I drove with my left hand, my right went to work on my aching cunt. No simple clit rubbing would satisfy me, either. I rammed 2 fingers up my wet hole and sloshed them back and forth. Then I took them out and sucked on them as I drove. Well, I guess I knew what I'd be doing in 2 days.

Saturday, two days later, Mike left for his two-week trip. The kids were at their friends' house for the afternoon and I was standing in the kitchen with the phone. It was ringing.

His voice was so strong. "Hello."I was nervous, but tried not to let it show in my voice. "Um, hi. This is, um, Jessica Hunt from the Christmas party. Is this David?"

"Yeah, and...?"

"Um, you said to call when Mike left and he ... he just left for the airport, sir. He'll be gone for 2 weeks. Well, 15 days actually. He'll be back on the 27th. Well, late on the 27th, so really like the 28th. I, uhh, well, sir --"

There was a pause and David said, "And you are calling to beg me to come over and fuck you? To open up your ass, and treat you like a dirty cock sucking whore, yes?"

I was shocked by his harsh words and I said, "Hey, now, sir, that ... wasn't very nice. Look, the other night was fun and I was thinking you could come over, yes. I mean, I would really like you to come over, but there have to be some ground rules. You can fuck me, sir, but you need to understand that I don't..."

David interrupted, "Sorry, never mind then."

CLICK.

He hung up on me. I couldn't believe it, he actually hung up on me. I was furious! I threw the phone against the wall and it cracked. I started mumbling to myself, "What a jerk! Who the hell does he think he is?"

I walked over to the computer and sat down. I brought up the Internet and started surfing a news site. Then I went to Google -- and for some strange reason, my fingers typed in "large cock". Sure enough, hundreds of pictures of girls being fucked by huge cocks were in front of me. I looked down and realized I had unbuttoned my skirt and my hand was in my panties. Damn, I never do stuff like this. I felt like a woman possessed, like I was no longer in control of myself.

35 seconds later, I was holding a scotch-taped phone receiver to my ear and listening to it ring. "Hello?"

"Um, David, it's, um, Jessica Hunt, um, from the Christmas party. I think we got off on the wrong..."

He interrupted me, "I know who this is. What I want to know is why you are calling me. You made it clear that you were not receptive to my plans, hence we have no need to talk. Instead, I think I'll give Connie a call -- since she's all alone as well. She's already offered to let me knock her up."

I felt my heart race and I felt a twang of desperation and panicked jealousy in the pit of my stomach. "Wait, sir. I was just kidding around. No, I really want you to come over."

There was a pause on the phone that felt like days as I could hear David breathing. Finally, he broke the silence, "Do you, now?"

"Yes, sir. Please!"

"Do you want me to come over and fuck your ass and treat you like a cock sucking whore?"

I quietly said, "Yes, of course. Sir."

After a brief pause, David said in a flat voice, "I am unconvinced. I want to hear you say it."

I swallowed and closed my eyes as I said, "Yes, I want you to come over and fuck my ass and treat me like a cock sucking whore. Please, sir -- get me pregnant."

Saying those vile words filled me with a sort of power. It was like those words were giving me confidence and setting me free from my lifetime of pretending to be something I'm not. He continued, "Do you want to suck my cock after I fuck your ass? Do you want me to take to out to a porn shop and make you suck off strange men through the glory hole? Do you want me to piss in your mouth? Do you want my giant cock buried in that bald cunt of yours?"

My whole body burning, my nipples aching, I said, "Yes... Sir, but my pussy isn't shaved."

He simply said, "It will be by the time I get there.""Um, yes, of course. Sir. Please come fuck me." I gave him the address and he hung up.

I had no idea when David was coming. He didn't say if he was coming right over or if he'd be over later or what. I had to assume I had very little time, so I quickly jumped in the shower. I grabbed one of my husband's new razors and got busy trimming. I have never completely trimmed my pussy before, but I think I did an excellent job. When I toweled off, I patted a little baby powder on my freshly bald cunt to prevent razor burn and then I stood in front of the full length mirror that hangs from the back of the bathroom door. My cunt looked ... hungry.

"Not too shabby," I thought.

I dressed as sexily as I could and checked the time. It was 11 am and the kids would be out for a few more hours. I had to make sure I had time to get changed back into something more befitting a mother of three before they returned. In the meantime, I was dressed in a white blouse, short black skirt, 2 inch heels and no undergarments. I figured they would just slow David down. Besides, I couldn't afford to keep replacing every pair of panties he rips to get at my sopping cunt.

Time seemed to drip by as I waited for David. I paced nervously around the house. I checked the time every 5 minutes. I even did some minor housework to pass the time. Finally, it was 3 o'clock and I knew the kids would be home soon, so I was about to go upstairs and change when I heard the front door open. My daughters were home. Shit! I would have to go past the door to get to the stairs.

The girls came in and yelled that they were home. I couldn't simply hide behind a couch like a child, so I came into view and welcomed them home. "Hi kids, how was your day?"

Jessie & Josie, my little nine year olds, started telling me about their day when Tammy said, "Damn, Mom, you look great. Do you have a hot date or something?"

I let out a nervous chuckle. "No, I just figured I'd try on some old clothes I haven't worn in a while. I'm going back up to get changed right now."

I looked at myself in the hall mirror as I passed and agreed. I did look great, though you could see my nipples a little too clearly through the sheer blouse.

Before I could get to the stairs, the doorbell chimed. Damn! I opened the door to see David, dressed in khakis and a suit-jacket over a sharp polo shirt. He filled them out quite well. I invited him in and then remembered the girls were standing behind me. "Um, girls, this is a friend of your father's from ... from the office. His name is David. David, these are my daughters, Tammy, Jessie & Josie."

David smiled brightly at them and then said, "My, you have your mother's beauty."The girls giggled, and teenage Tammy blushed.

Then David turned to me and said, "I love the blouse."

I quickly remembered that my nipples were visible and blushed, myself. This was not the way to behave in front of my daughters. Of course, had I known what was to come later, I probably would have just smiled.

David took off his coat and handed it to me. I said, "I'm sorry, the kids are home earlier than I expected. Maybe we should slip away to your place or try again tomorrow or something."

He looked around the living room and then said, "No, this will work just fine...better, in fact. Take off your clothes."

"Huh?" was the only response I could muster.

Tammy spoke up, with a mischievous grin in her voice, "Mom, what's going on?"

I said, "Oh, nothing, David is just kidding around. It's nothing..."

Dave put a hand up and silenced me. He said to the girls, "Your mother is a dirty, cock-hungry slut and she begged me to come over and treat her like a whore in return for fucking her. Since you are her daughters, you are most likely sluts as well. You three should stay around and watch as I fuck your mother in every hole. Maybe if you're good and obedient like your mom, I'll let you all take turns sucking my cock."

I moved between David and my girls and said, "Hey, now that was uncalled for! There is no way my daughters are going to watch us have sex! And you sure as hell aren't going to be messing around with them!"

David eyed me for a second, then he unzipped his pants. He withdrew his monster cock which was already about 90% hard. He held it there, watching me become almost hypnotized by it and said, "Fine, if you don't want me to fuck you, you can go fuck yourself."

Then he started putting his large cock away -- I realized that I had already reached out to stroke it.

"Wait, don't go!" I couldn't believe I was hearing those words from my own mouth, but the thought of the orgasms he had given me just 2 days before was making me irrational. I continued, "No, it's okay, I was just being... Sir, please ..."

David turned and looked at me with those smoldering eyes and said, "Now take off your clothes."

I lowered my head in submission and began undressing in front of my daughters. They had enormous grins on their faces. I didn't even walk over and close the blinds in the front window. As I unbuttoned my blouse, he said, "I do not like repeating myself. Do not make me do so again."

I nodded, humbled, my knees shaking and goosebumps all across my skin.

David pulled his shirt up over his head. I was impressed by his physique -- he was like a sculpture of a god. He nodded me over. I left my blouse in a pile on the floor and walked towards him, my heart racing. I dropped to my knees at his feet and began unbuttoning his pants. As I slid the zipper down, I could feel the large inviting bulge just below the fabric.

As I slid his pants off, I could feel the warmth emanating from his boxers. My daughters stood silently behind me and watched. I glanced past David's body at a mirror on the wall by the coat rack. I could see the girls just standing there in awe. There was of course shock in their eyes ... but also maybe something else. Was it curiosity or was it something more? Desire? I felt a mixture of guilt and a rush of pleasure. I realize this doesn't make sense, but being told to do this in front of my girls was almost like an awakening for me. It was like I lived the first 32 years of my life in the shadows and I was finally stepping into the light ... and I wanted the world to see.

I pulled down David's boxers, freeing his giant cock. It popped up and smacked me in the cheek. It was so hard it was like being struck by a miniature baseball bat. David shuffled his feet, stepping out of his shoes and clothes. He said, "Socks", and I removed each sock. It was strange: even his feet seemed muscular, if that's possible.

I know what you may be wondering. Why would I be doing this? Sure, Mike isn't the most manly of men, but there had to be some reason I married him in the first place, right? Unfortunately, not a very good one. You see, I grew up in a rural town in western Nebraska. When I say rural, I mean I knew the tumbleweeds by name. I went to a large university where I knew no one. My roommate joined a sorority and was a bit of a party girl. She was hardly ever around, leaving me to my studies and my solitude. Then, one day, she invited me to a party of hers -- it was wild, like something from a raunchy teen movie. People were pairing up all over the house, sometimes in more than just couples. There were several groups of three, all kissing and groping each other. I stepped into the bathroom but when I turned on the light, I found a girl on her knees, servicing a guy with a large blue tattoo on his back.

I was seeing things that I had never seen before: a tiny girl on a couch openly playing with her asshole as the man she made out with slipped three fingers into her pussy. A fraternity brother easing his enormous member into the dripping, gaping cunt of a preteen tied, gagged, to the pool table. A pregnant TA, soaked in piss, furiously masturbating on a kitchen floor and begging the laughing frat brothers to let her fuck their dog. Two little Asian girls -- maybe teenagers, maybe not -- fisting each others assholes as a big black fraternity brother filled one of the girls with what looked like a gallon of cum. A girl with cum running down her thighs, giving a blow-job to a man on a couch and wiggling her ass to get more anonymous men to fuck her. A local mom, greasing up her young daughter's shit-pipe while preparing the next of her rapists with her mouth. Just before I left, I watched a high-school girl sink herself onto a bowling pin while surrounded by hard cocks, working a fat length of dick with each fist, ropes of cum and saliva trailing from her lips and down her bare, shining tits.

Flustered, breathing heavily, I stumbled down the stairs and out the back door. There were several smokers gathered around in a close circle, trying to shield themselves from the late November air. I didn't smoke, so I just stood off by myself, rubbing my knees together. I was just about to leave when Mike came up to me. I saw him earlier with a bunch of other guys playing a drinking game. He had a lot of friends at the party but he chose to stop and talk to me.

I realize this may be corny, but I liked Mike because he seemed safe. Unlike the other guys there, he didn't ask me if I wanted to suck his cock or ask to see my tits. He didn't grab my ass, even. At the time, I thought that meant he was a gentleman. I didn't realize he was just too much of a pussy to ask for what he wanted or to just flat out take it.

We dated for almost a year, though we only had sex a handful of times. Again, I didn't think anything of it. I figured that when I got married, I'd have all the sex I could handle. So when we wed, just after I turned 18, I was a little disappointed that we only had sex twice on our week-long honeymoon. Over the years to come, I would learn to live with a lot of disappointment in that area.

And I masturbated to thoughts of that party every night.

But now was my time to embrace a part of me that has lay dormant for far too long. As I kneeled before David with my children watching behind me, I realized that I didn't leave the party that night because I was some scared small-town girl overwhelmed by the debauchery of big school life. No, I left because I was surprised by how turned on I was becoming. I left because I was shocked at how much I wanted to join the writhing bodies. How much I wanted to lose myself in it. How much I wanted to be taken, and taken again.

I just didn't allow myself to understand that fact at the time. But now I knew.

David snapped my attention back to the moment at hand as he took hold of my hair and pulled my face close to his body. I opened my mouth and let his cock slide between my lips. He grunted, "Suck it, whore. No hands."

I looked up at him with my large green eyes, thanking him silently, and then got busy sucking his huge cock. Each time, I took David all the way into my mouth, to the point of gagging as the large mushroom head clogged my airway. It didn't stop me as I continued to devour him, sucking at his incredible manhood like a starving street urchin at a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving.

I heard David say, "Come over here, girls. You can see better from over here."

My heart raced as I heard the girls walk over. God, I wanted them to want this. To need this, like I did. From the corner of my eye, I could see them standing next to me, one twin on each side. David spoke to them, "Well, girls ... as you can see, your mother is a dirty little whore. She craves cock like a bitch in heat. She's such a filthy slut that she'll do anything I tell her to. Let me show you. Whore, stand up."

Moaning, I released him from my mouth and stood up with my head tilted down. David stepped closer and put his hand on my bald cunt. "Not bad. Now go bring in your dog."

I looked up at him with confusion and a bit of fear in my eyes. He just kept his steely gaze on me until I shrunk from the scrutiny and left the room. I returned with Midnight, our black lab. David, his hand on my teenager's shoulder, turned to Tammy and said, "Go to the kitchen and get me a jar of peanut butter."

To my surprised delight, Tammy ran off and returned, a bounce in her step, with a large jar of JIF.

Dave took the jar and then looked at me. "Lay on the floor and spread your legs."

I obeyed, trying to keep my heart from pounding out of my chest, and kept my eyes shut. Maybe if I didn't watch what was going on, I would be less mortified. Doubtful.

David knelt, took a glob of peanut butter in his fingers, and smeared it into my dripping slit. He rubbed his hand around, pushing it inside the way you would fill the cracks of your bathroom tile with grout. Then he clapped his hands and the dog came over. It didn't take much for Midnight to figure out where the great smell was coming from. He knew dinner was served, and he dove in.

Feeling his large rough tongue swish over my crack and my swollen clit was like being jolted with a bolt of electricity. I shuddered, pushing back against him. Then, when he came in closer to dig his tongue inside, I felt his cold nose brush against my clit and it felt like an ice cube. I jumped a bit and squealed. I opened my eyes to watch and saw my daughters standing over me, staring like hungry kittens looking through the window of the butcher shop. They were trembling with need. I could see it in their eyes. So did David.

David waited for the dog to finish as much of the peanut butter as he could get and then decided to fill me once more. This time, however, he decided to up the ante. "Girls," he said, "put more peanut butter on your mother. The dog's getting hungry for his bitch."

Tammy took the jar and dipped her hand inside. Then she handed it to little Jessie, who followed suit; Josie was as eager as I had ever seen a girl. I gasped as the girls smeared the peanut butter onto -- and into -- my pussy. Their hands felt so soft and warm on my flesh. Before I could really savor the moment, Midnight had pushed his way back in and was back to lapping at me. I couldn't even think as his tongue slurped over and over along my overheating twat.

I could tell I was getting close to cumming. As humiliating as this was, I have to admit that it was hot. I didn't care that my daughters were there. Hell, I wouldn't have cared if the Pope was standing there. I needed to cum. Just then, the pleasure abruptly stopped. I looked up and saw that David had pulled back the dog. I had a look of utter frustration on my face. "Please, sir! Please!"

David asked, "Do you want my cock inside you now?"

I nodded as I gasped, "Yes, I need your cock! Oh, fuck, god, I need your cock!"

David replied, "Good. Then you had better be a good little whore -- and maybe I will reward you with my cock in your cunt. Maybe I will let you have an orgasm or two today. But that all depends on you... and your daughters."

David looked down at Midnight, who was now bent down, licking his cock. I think it was the first time I ever really looked at it. It was about 4 inches long, pink and sticking out from the end of his furry sheath. David saw me looking and said, "I see you'll take any cock at this point. Good. You may suck your dog's filthy cock."

I wanted to protest. Who the hell was HE to tell me I was allowed to do something so disgusting? I wanted to tell him to fuck off. I wanted to grab my girls and run away. I wanted to stand up in righteous indignation and spit in his face.Instead, his eyes pinned me. Unable to meet his incredible gaze, I caught a glance of myself in the mirror on the wall. I could see myself on my hands and knees, crawling over to the dog. It was like I was watching someone else, until I bent down and could feel the wet spongy tip of the pink dog cock with my own tongue. I stole a quick glance up and saw the girls staring at me in joyous disbelief. Then I closed my eyes and lowered my head, taking his entire cock in my mouth. It was wet and slimy and tangy and pungent and I loved it.

David spoke, "Look at her, girls. Look at what a filthy cock sucking whore your mother is. I bet you girls are just like your mother. I bet you are both dirty little sluts."My whole body tingling, I stole a glance up at them as he continued, "Take off your clothes. I want to see what kind of sluts she has for daughters. Take off your clothes and get on your knees."

By this point, I shouldn't have been shocked by anything, but I was. I was very surprised to see my daughters obey him. These are the same three girls who refused to put away their laundry for 8 weeks, yet here they were, obeying him. Like they worshiped him. Their clothes fell away as they hurried to do as he commanded. As they stripped, I felt a pang of jealousy. I knew that they would be partaking in his monster cock while I was left here sucking on a dog's dick. Just then, David's voice brought me out of my daydream. "Get up, whore."

There was no anger or hostility in his voice. Only domination. Pure power. I knew he was talking to me, so I got up. "You need to teach your daughters how to suck my cock. And if you do a good job, maybe I'll stuff your slick cunt with it."

He held his enormous cock like a club in front of him. I nodded, almost swooning, and smiled at the thought. The girls finished undressing and kneeled beside side of me.I said to my little naked girls, "Take your hands and wrap them around it. Yes. Feel it throb in your hands. Now Tammy, lean down and lick the head ... like this."

I closed my eye and licked the mushroom head, letting the tip slip into my mouth and then back out. I backed away and Tammy was about to wipe my spit off the tip when David said, "Don't clean it, slut. Just suck it."

Tammy, blushing furiously, licked it tentatively and then worked up the courage to let the head and an additional inch into her mouth. I whispered to her, "Don't let your teeth scrape, honey. Make sure your tongue works as a guide between your bottom teeth and your master's cock. Work the underside."

I let her practice for a few moments, proud of how she hollowed out her cheeks and gazed up at her master. Then I pulled Tammy off and nodded to little baby Jessie. Jess didn't bother trying to clean it. She just took it and attacked it with the sort of enthusiasm only a child has. She licked, sucked and slurped while I cupped his balls and gently massaged them. I then said to Josie, "Help your sister. There is more than enough cock for you both to suck at the same time. And don't forget to suck his balls, too."

To illustrate my point, I leaned my head down and lifted his swollen balls into my mouth. It was like trying to suck a pair of tennis balls. I could smell the musky sweaty scent and loved it. God damn, I loved it. Then David said, "Good job, whore. While these little bitches suck my cock, you may entertain me. First, get me a digital camera."

I was terrified at the prospect of him recording any of what we were doing, but for some reason I obeyed. Then, after I handed him the camera and a glass of scotch -- I thought it would be a nice touch -- he told me to get down on the floor. He said, "Get down there. You got that dog all excited. Now you have to let him fuck you like the bitch you are."

I had never done anything like this before. The thought of what I was about to do, as well as what I had just done, would make any normal girl sick to their stomach. That's when I knew for sure that I was exactly as David had described me as to my daughters. That's when I knew that I was a dirty cock loving, dog fucking whore. Because as I got on my knees and patted my ass for the dog to approach, I was actually excited. I was as horny as I had ever been. I needed this. When I felt the rough pads of his paws on my soft white flesh and the tips of his claws dig into me for support, my excitement only grew. And when I felt his swollen pink and purple cock penetrate me, I came. With every flash of the camera, another jolt of pleasure struck.

As I came, I lowered my face into the carpet to help muffle the screams. David said, "Yes, you are a dirty dog whore, aren't you?"

I lifted my head to answer, but my reply game out garbled, like I was a stroke victim. I tried to lift my head again and this time I managed to scream out, "Yes! I'm a dirty dog whore. I love hard cock, sir. I want to drink cum and lick pussy and have my ass fucked by strange men! Please, sir, please, rape a baby into me!"

David only chuckled. He still had my daughters kneeling in front of him. He held the camera and snapped a few pictures of them working together on his cock. Occasionally their tongues would touch and they would kiss. He seemed to enjoy that. He held up the camera with one hand and pulled away his cock with his other. He said, "Just stay right there and open your mouths. Don't close your eyes or I'll make you suck off fifty men till you get it right."

Then he stoked his enormous cock and it started pulsating. A large glob of sperm shot out of the slit and struck Tammy in the eye. To her credit, my teen daughter didn't even blink. He angled his second blast at Jessie, shooting directly into the open, waiting mouth of the grade-schooler; another jet went into Josie's hot mouth. He went back and fourth, spraying both girls in their mouths and on their faces. I found myself both jealous and proud as they swallowed the thick volume of cum, and began working my way to another orgasm on the dog's thrusting cock.

David pushed both girls over towards me. "Let that whore lick your faces clean."

My heart leapt. The girls got down low so I could reach their faces with the dog still weighing me down. It was very strange and exhilarating, licking spunk from my daughter's faces while our dog was cumming inside my spasming cunt. He leaned his large head down and a thick glob of drool dripped from his mouth, landing along my cheek. I lowered and turned my head so the glob dripped down into my open mouth.

Unlike the movies, the dog wasn't tied to me. His knot remained outside my body, so when he finished, he dismounted me. David said to the girls, "Tammy, go lick your mother's cunt clean. Jessie, dear, go lick that dog's cock clean; Josie, spit-shine his balls. When you're finished, I am taking you girls out. You four are adequate, but I plan on training you until you are able to make a man cum in seconds."

Somehow, being told that we were 'adequate' - and that we would be trained - was the greatest compliment I could have imagined.

I rolled over onto my back, sprawled, thinking my daughter would kneel between my legs. I was pleasantly surprised when instead she crawled across my body, laying her naked body against mine. Her hot pussy was in my face as I felt her first tentative, mewling licks on my drenched cunt. I decided to show her what to do by licking her pussy. I raised my hands and spread her legs and ass. I lifted my tongue and slid it slowly, roughly along her wet, overheating slit. She moaned into my crack and followed my example. I could hear slurping as she tried to handle the copious load of dog sperm dripping from my abused body.

As I began sucking on Tammy's sweet teen clit, I strained and looked over at Jessie & Josie, who had their tiny hands wrapped around the base of the dog's cock. As the two little ones sucked up and down on his pointed prick, the dog kept leaning over and licking their sweet faces. Then what I saw impressed me: Josie lifted her mouth off the dog and opened it. The dog lapped his tongue inside her open mouth, licking the remnants of sperm from her braces and tongue as Jessie went back to work deep-throating him.

I continued my oral assault on Tammy, slipping 2 fingers inside her tight hole. Despite the tightness, I quickly realized that my fingers were not hitting the barrier I was expecting. Somehow or other, my oldest daughter was no longer a virgin. I suspected the same might hold true for my youngest girls before the day was over.

When I was sure Tammy had climaxed, I rolled away from her. David looked down at the four of us, laying in a sweaty pile on the carpet and said, "Okay, now get dressed in the sluttiest clothes you have. I'm taking you little whores some place special. No underwear."

In less than ten minutes flat, we all returned downstairs for inspection. I had on a sheer white blouse in which my dark areolas were clearly visible without a bra. I also had on a black leather micro-mini that ended a half inch below my exposed bald cunt. I topped the outfit off with thigh high black leather boots. Tammy wore a short red skirt, a thin black halter top and cute little black ankle boots. Baby Jessie & Josie wore matching pairs of ultra tight biker shorts that exposed camel toe along with bikini tops. Not owning any boots or heels that fit, they both wore white sneakers.

We got into David's Lexus, with me in the front passenger seat and the girls in the back. David unzipped his pants and fished out his large cock. He reached over and took hold of the back of my head and pulled it down onto his shaft. We drove, as he chatted with the girls and I gurgled in pleasure.

About a half hour later, we pulled to a stop in a gravel parking lot. He pulled my head off his cock and said, "I'll be right back. You four wait here."

David exited the car and walked towards a large wooden building that I didn't recognize. When David turned the corner around the side of the building, I looked around and saw a street sign that said, simply, Access Road 3492.

Never heard of it. There were about 25 cars in the parking lot, most of them older and a bit banged up. The smooth new Lexus stood out from the crowd.

I turned my head and saw the large handmade sign by the street, which read "Knob Gobbler's GoGo Bar: Adult bookstore, teen maternity, video booths in back".

I may not be a slut -- well, maybe I now am -- but I am certainly not a prude. I have been in a couple adult bookstores and even a couple gentlemen's clubs before ... yet I had never heard of this place.

We were parked behind the building, and to my right was an overflowing dumpster. Behind it was a man leaning against the plank wall. A young woman squatted in front of him, obviously giving him a world-class blow job. It made me chuckle: a little knob-gobbling at the Knob Gobbler. Yup, it still makes me laugh.

I was startled from my amused pondering when David returned and opened the door. He smiled and said, "Okay ladies, the owner of this establishment has something special for us. You should probably think of some appropriate way to thank him. Follow me."

David closed the door and started walking back to the strip club/porn shop. Some nasty thoughts raced across my mind, and I was about to tell the girls that we were leaving when I heard the back doors of the car slam shut. By the time I got out, the girls were already running after David. Shit! I guess we were committed now. I raced after David and the girls, and caught up with them as they rounded the corner of the building.

Believe me when I say that the front of this establishment was no more inviting than the rear. Everything was wooden and old except for the large shiny metal door in front that must have weighed close to a ton. David opened the door and ushered us into a small foyer. On the walls were torn posters. One declared Wednesdays as "Girlscout Night" and another advertised a porn DVD called "Spunk Chuggers 4".

I can only assume the first 3 in the series left too many unanswered questions that a 4th part was inevitable. Along the back wall were two separate hallways. One was marked "Strippers" and one was marked "Porn".

How simple.

Between the front door and the two hallways sat a tarnished desk with a dented cash register. On the back of the register was a faded sticker that read "Property of Woolworth's". Behind the register sat a man who practically walked out of the Grand Book of Porn-Shop Clichés. He was about 5'7, 275 pounds, hadn't shaved in a week, and his hairline had retreated rather than receded. He wore blue jeans and a well-worn t-shirt that read "I fuck on the first date."

The creepy guy smiled when we entered, showing off all 9 of his yellowed teeth. David handed the man some cash, though I couldn't see how much. In return, the man handed David four brown paper grocery bags. He then said, "You take booths 3, 6, 7 and lucky 13."

David told Tammy to follow him, then instructed Jessie, Josie and me to wait. My eldest daughter mutely went down the corridor marked "Porn," holding David's hand, and disappeared around a corner. While we waited, Jessie asked me, "What's going on, Mom?"

I said, "I'm not sure, honey. If you're scared, we can leave."

She looked up at me with those big green eyes, all preteen precociousness, and said, "No, I'm actually kind of excited. This is pretty wild."

I smiled back at her. "Yeah. Yeah it is, sweet-pea."

I looked up and saw the furry man staring at us, flashing us a near-toothless grin. His hand was somewhere in front of himself but below our line of view. His shoulder kept moving up and down in a slow steady rhythm. Josie was watching what the man was doing with rapt fascination; she whispered to me, "Mom, is he ... you know, jerking off his cock?"

I said, "Yeah, I think so."

We must not have been quiet enough because the man heard us. He perked up and said, "Yeah, damn right I'm jerking off. Little girl, you want to come around here and help me finish?"

Josie's face scrunched in disgust. "No way!"

The man's smile fell away and he said, "Fine, have it your way. You, sweet cheeks?"

Jessie blushed, shaking her head no. The man smiled again. "Maybe I'll just save this, then."

David returned alone and then took both Jessie & Josie down the hall. Now I was alone and a little nervous. A dirty old man, short and lanky, entered the shop. He looked at me, sizing me up like a piece of meat, and then asked the clerk, "Bitch going to 13?"

The shop's owner flashed that broken smile again and said, "Yeah, but I think you really want to hit booth 6 today."

The guy had his hand in his pocket, obviously rubbing himself as he walked up to me. He was shorter than me, maybe 5'4", paper thin with a thick billowy head of white hair. He put $20 on the table and said to the clerk as he started down the hall, "Better be worth it, asshole. That was my beer money."

Now I was all alone with the poster boy for the dangers of inbreeding. The rotund cashier suddenly stood up and walked around his table towards me. He walked right up next to me and I swear he sniffed me. Then he dropped his gaze to my large, meaty tits. He reached up a hand and squeezed my left breast lightly through my transparent blouse. His breath stank of cigarettes as he said, "Yeah. Nice. I may have to sample you."

I slapped his hand away and said, "No fucking way, dirtbag!"

His face turned angry. I think he might have slapped me if not for the voice behind us. "Now that isn't any way to speak to our gracious host. You owe Mr. Clarke an apology."

David was back, and once again he returned alone. I lowered my gaze as I said in a defeated tone, "I'm sorry, Mr. Clarke."

He squeezed my tit again, but harder this time. "Don't worry, cunt, I'll find some way for you whores to make it up to me."

A shiver went up my spine.

Wordlessly, Dave led me down the narrow corridor, which opened into a dimly-lit room filled with shelves. On the shelves were boxes of porn. It was like the Mecca of sleaze. On the wall was a poster marking the return of the "Throat Yogurt for Jr. High Cheerleaders" series. While I am not familiar with the series, it must be quite popular to be sporting a "Part 9".

At the back of the room was another hallway. This hall was not lit at all, but for the glow of 4 cigarettes, held by creepy looking men who stared ominously at me as I passed. One man, the old guy from the lobby, had his hand down his pants, visibly stroking himself as I slipped by.

Along the way we passed several doors. Some had red lights glowing above the door while others had green lights and still others glowed yellow. I have no idea what the lights signified, since they obviously weren't street lights. Then I noticed the doors each had a tiny number etched above them. I saw the doors Tammy, Jessie and Josie were behind ... but kept walking as we rounded a corner.

We entered another hall and continued on to door 13. Dave opened the door and led me in. It was dark and small, and chains hung from the ceiling. On the one wall was a rectangular plexiglass window about 6 inches high and 12 inches long. It was about eye level. On the other side was a small hole cut into the wall about 2 1/2 feet from the ground. On either side of the hole was a large brass ring bolted to the wall.

David closed the door to the small booth. On the one wall was a TV monitor. Oddly, just above the hole in the wall was a mirror, twisted slightly to the side and tilted slightly up. David said, "Take off your clothes."

The room smelled of sex. Of sweat and cum. I wanted to ask about my daughters, but all I could think of was Dave fucking me in this dirty little room.

I disrobed, tossing my clothes into a pile in the corner. I only left the heels. Then Dave attached a strange harness around my waist, wrapping around each thighs. He pulled down a chain from the ceiling and attached it to the back of the harness. Then he said, "Lean forward. Put your hands down on that pole, but don't squeeze the buttons." I looked down and saw a red pole that ran along the floor, about 6 inched from the ground. On this horizontal pole were several buttons, about a foot apart, on the back side of the pole. I lightly gripped the pole, careful not to depress the buttons.

Then Dave attached a leather band on each wrist and chained me to the pole.

I admit that I was getting nervous, bent down like this. I noticed that my face was right in front of the hole and the tiny mirror. Dave spread my legs about fourteen inches apart and attached ankle shackles and a bar, which secured me to the floor and locked my feet far apart. Then Dave leaned over me and attached a leather band around my neck. It had two metal rings on each side. He pulled my face up against the wall and clipped me to the brass rings on each side of the hole.

Dave walked around behind me and I heard his pants unzip. "You want this, don't you?"

I gasped a yes. Chuckling, he said, "Oh wait, I forgot to turn on the show."

He put a $50 bill into the machine, and the view-screen sprung to life. It was a split, showing 6 separate high-definition pictures. I should have expected it, but it shocked me none the less. I saw my daughters. Each of the three were in seperate booths, shackled and bent just like me. One shot was of Tammy's face, chained against a hole as a large cock thrust into her mouth violently. The second show was also of her, but a wide shot that showed her bare, prepubescent back end. The other four shots were the same, but with Jessie and Josie; their hot preteen mouths were each wrapped around a massive tool, sucking cum from it, and their identical little wet cunts glistened with need.

Dave spoke, "Now I'm going to fuck you with this thick cock. If you squeeze those buttons, doors will open behind the girls ... allowing strange men in to fuck them both in the cunt and in the ass. It's all on you, whore."

I heard a door open and close. There was a booth next to mine and a man entered. I saw a flicker of light as he put in money and activated the porn video screen. A second later, a thin uncut cock protruded through the open hole. I could see though the mirror that Dave was watching. I really had no choice but to open my mouth and allow the cock in.

I opened my mouth and the man pressed forward. I felt Dave's hands on my hip and the head of his huge cock part the folds of my pussy. I was overcome by lust. I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat so the man beyond the wall could better fuck my face.

As Dave's cock split me slowly, taking total possession of my slick, hot need, I looked into the tiny mirror. I saw the video screens. My daughters were being face fucked. I could see the guy who fucked Tammy's face pull his cock out of her mouth about an inch and fire a blast of thick cum onto her face. She opened her mouth and tried to catch as much as she could but several blasts were dripping from her chin.

Dave was all the way inside me, now. It felt like heaven, like I was being fucked by a horse. He started moving in and out, picking up the pace. I could feel the climax building inside me. I felt my hands tightening around the bar. I quickly caught myself and removed my hands. But when I did, Dave quickly pulled out of my cunt. The sudden withdrawal left a sucking void in my sopping snatch. He said, "No. I told you to keep your hands on the bar with your fingers on the buttons. Otherwise, no cock, whore."

Nearly sobbing with need, I acquiesced and returned my hands to the bar, my fingers to the buttons. When I did, Dave's cock returned to the warm wet confines of my excited pussy. As I adjusted to the return of the enormous fuck meat, the man in my mouth began to cum. He forced himself in as far as he could so he could spray his load right down my throat. I was actually a little disappointed: I found myself wanting to taste it, play with it on my tongue, and savor the flavor.

Fortunately, this would be just the first of many loads I'd be drinking today.

Dave increased the pace -- and that familiar, incredible feeling was returning. Only he could make me cum like this. He was pounding me, harder and faster. Each thrust pushed my face against the dirty glory hole. I could see the man on the other side zip up and leave. He was quickly replaced by another horny man looking to dump his load into my thirsty gullet.

I don't know what was happening to me. That large cock in my cunt, another now in my mouth. I could see the girls in the monitor. I watched as they drank one load after another. I could see the locked doors behind them, standing as the only barrier between them and the most brutal of rape. My fingers were the only thing preventing them from having strange men fucking them in their soft tight cunts and their smooth, virgin assholes.

Naturally, I did what any horny cock whore would do. I watched the monitors, heaving with desire, and squeezed the buttons. I saw the doors behind the girls open. In the first booth, I saw the old dirty man step in and close the door behind himself. He pulled out his old cock and began, in one smooth motion, to rape Tammy's slippery 7th-grade cunt.

In another monitor, I saw the door open as well. The fat furry clerk walked in and closed the door. Jessie's ass quivered next to him, so tiny. He smiled up at the monitor as he unzipped his pants and withdrew a long fat cock. He held it out as if to show me what he was going to be violating my baby daughter with. He spit into his hand and then rubbed it onto the length of his shaft. He walked up behind her, slapped her lily white ass and then pushed his cock inside her.

From the second camera angle, I could see Jessie's eyes open wide as the fat man forced himself inside her almost hairless cunt. He grabbed her hips, pumped 3 or 4 times and then his eyes rolled up into his head. The fat fuck was obviously dumping his load of seed into my nine-year-old daughter's fertile womb. On another screen a large black man was fisting his huge tool as he played with Josie's tiny pussy; she was drooling onto his probing fingers.

"I bet she gets pregnant", said Dave as he continued to fuck me hard. "Hell, I bet all four of you get knocked up."

The thought should have scared me, but I felt myself begin to cum. Then I watched the fat man pull out his thick cock from my little daughter Jessie's battered pussy. He looked back up at the camera and then began to piss all over her bare back and hair. After pulling up his pants, he flipped me the finger and then, still looking at the camera, pushed that finger into her asshole. He swished it around a bit, yanked it back out, and then left the booth with the door open for the next guy.

Dave was fucking me hard and fast; I gripped him as the orgasm tore through me. He then pulled out his cock and walked around me. I had a cock in my mouth, already filling it with spunk. Dave just aimed his cock at the side of my face and fired his massive load right onto the side of my head. It blasted off my cheek and hair, landing on the floor in a messy puddle, dripping from my chin and nose.

I looked up to see a man shoving a large dildo into Tammy's ass. Then he rammed his cock into her cunt. She was a mess, her face covered in cum like a bukakke party guest of honor.

The man who was filling my mouth with the 4th delicious load of the night was finished and gone. I was gasping, using this brief reprieve to catch my breath and come down from the toe-curling orgasms Dave just gave me. I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror. Dave was gone. Behind me was a large door that connected my booth to the booth on our right. From that booth walked a tall muscular black man. He slapped my ass and said, "Damn, what a fine white bitch. I'm gonna be your farmer, 'cause today I'm planting some seed up in that fuck pot of yours."

He unsheathed a giant black cock and slapped my ass with it. He said, "Damn. Bitch, I'm gonna tear your little shitter up!"

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as the large cock pierced my rectum. It hurt like hell, but I was still trembling from the after shocks of the orgasm, so I welcomed the pain. After 20 or 30 long strokes, he pulled out and sunk his rod into my cunt. It felt amazing!

As I concentrated on the pleasure in my gash, I saw the light flicker in the booth to our left. Someone new had entered the booth. A smelly cock broke through into my booth and I sucked it. It was foul, but I sucked it like a starving whore. Then I heard the voice. It was that fat fuck from the front counter! He said, "You taste that, bitch? I fucked both of your little baby-whore daughters in the cunt and in their ass; your teenage fuck-socket took me up the shitter all the way to the balls. You're licking their sloppy cunt-juice and shit off my dick. But I got another little treat for you."

He pulled his cock from my mouth and pulled it back so only the head stuck through. I looked closely at it to see what he was doing.

The only warning I got was the slit at the end opening a millisecond before the hot acrid piss struck my in the eye, nose and mouth. It tasted like, well ... piss. My face was soaked in seconds. I had nowhere to move. He laughed and said, "Bitch, you just settle in there 'cause you and those three cunt daughters of yours have a long night ahead of you."

The black man behind me laughed, and unceremoniously pulled his thick cock out of him spasming cunt; before I could react, he slipped the enormous member straight back up my barely-loosened shit-pipe.

I was beaten. Humiliated. Defeated. Whatever reserve of pride and self purpose I might have ever had was gone. As I stood there, bent uncomfortably, sperm and piss dripping from my mouth and a large black cock fucking me hard in my tight asshole, the facade of being in control was finally stripped away...sort of like my clothes.

I loved it. I began to cum again.

I looked up to watch the girls as the next cock entered the hole to fuck my tired mouth. I found myself watching the girls with something that could no longer be considered horror, or anxiety. In fact, I was starting to get excited as I watched one man after another use their thin, lithe bodies. Accepting myself as a dirty slut who is just here for the sexual amusement of others has opened my mind and allowed me to watch my daughters with a new sense of lust.

As I watched, I squinted at the screen. The girls were no longer wimpering from the fucking: all three of my daughters seemed to have also accepted their place in the world. Jessie hung, shivering with orgasms; piss ran down her thin and hairless legs as she grunted around the huge cock she was nursing on. Josie wiggled her ass, trying to get herself impaled further on the huge tool spearing into her itty-bitty-bity colon. Tammy was especially loud; she cried, "Fuck me, mister! Fuck me! Thank you, mister, thank you for your cock, sir, thank you -- I'm so glad my mommy let you fuck me, mister!"

They could see me, just like I could see them! As I was considering the implications of this, the large black man behind me grabbed my hips hard, yanking me closer. His balls slapped under my body and he went ridged. I felt his pulsing cock erupt inside me, sending a river of thick white cum into my steaming ass-guts.

The pleasure of all that hot wet cum squirting inside my exposed body sent me spiraling into another orgasm. My knees buckled but the harness held me aloft. The man in my mouth followed suit and filled my mouth with his steamy load of gunk.

As I lay there, hanging from the harness, my body trembling, I heard the black man say, "Damn bitch, yo' ass can't get enough of my big black cock. I'm gonna go make a few calls and get some of my friends over here to taste you and those fine little bitches."

With that, he stepped around to the side of my head, found a dry portion of hair and wiped his dripping cock. Then he slapped his semi-hard cock against the side of my face before putting it away. Another man entered to room to take his place. Then another; some had big cocks, some had small, all of them pounded into me with abandon until cum splashed from my aching, needy cunt.

As the night wore on, Jessie, Josie, Tammy and I were filled in every hole well over 50 times apiece. It didn't help us that they made an announcement over in the strip club portion of the establishment that there were four sexy girls next door waiting to be used as free fuck holes.

Hours passed. As David unhooked me from the harnesses, barely able to stand, my thoughts turned to what the disgusting fat man said earlier. We were probably all pregnant. I suppose I could take us to the doctors for that next-day pill, but how would I explain that a mother and her three daughters -- one a freshman in High School, two not even into forth grade -- all need the pill at the same time? Of course, I could offer to blow the doctor. Hell, I could offer to let my daughters blow him.

Yeah, that might work.

David wrapped a blanket around me and led me out to the car. Effortlessly, as if I weighed no more than a child, he helped me inside onto a sheet of plastic that lay on the seat. The girls were curled in the back, also wrapped in blankets and sitting on plastic. I expected that. What I didn't expect was to see them smiling at me when I looked back at them. I thought they might feel betrayed. Instead, they smiled and began to kiss each other. The three licked dried cum and piss from each other's face.

David said, "You all did very well tonight. I'm not displeased. Another week or so of this and you will be ready for the next level."

Next level?!?! While I was shocked (no, really, I could still be shocked at this point), I was too tired to question it. I needed a bath. No, I needed like 7 consecutive baths. I looked forward to asking my girls to join me.

It was well after 1 am when we entered the house. David gave each girl a long kiss good night, and pulled away from the house. As I locked up the house for the night, I heard the water running upstairs. The girls had gone up to draw a bath. I took off the remnants of my wet, sticky clothes and tossed them into a pile in the middle of the living room floor with those of my daughters. As I padded across the hallway towards the stairs, I paused at the full length mirror by the closet.

God, I looked sexy.

My hair was wet and matted with cum and dripping with piss. My body had a slick shine to it and my eyes seemed to radiate mischievous excitement rather than the exhaustion I was feeling. Seeing myself like this caused no shame. In fact, I liked it.
I turned from the mirror and went up the stairs, following the sounds of light splashing. As I did, I saw a cum-stain on the carpeted steps. "Hmm. I'll have to get the carpet cleaner out of the garage tomorrow", I thought.

What an odd thing to think as I was going upstairs to wash dried cum and urine from the bare bodies of my freshly-fucked daughters. Wasn't I planning on eating out my own teen's soupy twat, while imagining the feel of by little girl's fingers inside my ass? Maybe I wasn't quite as converted as I earlier though. After all, wouldn't a true slut be more focused on sex right now? Maybe I still had more to learn and experience, just as David suggested.

Maybe my travels had only jut begun.

As I reached the top step and turned down the hall, light glowed from the bathroom. I quickened my step, suddenly re-focused on the event at hand. When I got to the door, I looked in to see a pleasant surprise. Sitting on the rim of the large five-person Jacuzzi was Tammy, her legs spread open and her head tilted back. Her mouth was slightly open and her lower lip trembling. The reason for the trembling was my twins, kneeling in the tub, their hands on Tammy's thighs and tongues buried in Tammy's well-used cunt, licking the remnants of our night from their big-sister's sloppy, still-dripping snatch.

I ascended the steps to the Jacuzzi and climbed in, careful not to splash too much. I glided in the water across to Josie and gently kissed my baby daugter's shoulder. I moved her long hair to one side and licked her neck in one long slow stroke as her twin Jessie dived in further to lap at Tammy's gaping, abused asshole. Her skin tasted of sex. Dirty sex. Sperm, urine and sweat tasted like fine caviar on her flesh. I bit gently and she shuddered. I sucked on her neck like a high school lover administering a hickey in the last isle of a crowded movie theater. She let out a slight moan into her older sister's ravaged hole.

Tammy finally climbed down into the hot water. All of our bodies were submerged from our abdomens down. Our upper bodies were above water. I took the large sponge and squirted some soap onto it. I handed the sponge to Tammy. I covered another sponge with soap and gave it to Josie and also got one for myself. I leaned over and began soaping Tammy's large breasts. She moved her long brown hair to the side so I could lather her left shoulder. Tammy began soaping Jessie's tiny chest, making small circles on her hard nipples. Josie softly scrubbed my back; for her part, Jessie used the sponge to lather her bare hands, which she moved to me fleshy tits. She took one in each hand and massaged them tenderly. She leaned up and kissed my cheek. I turned my face to meet her lips with mine. Tammy's free hand wend below the water to Jessie's slim, hairless cunt. When a finger slipped in, I could taste Jessie's moan as Josie's fingers massaged my cunt.

For the next hour, we rubbed and washed each other as we kissed. I was a bit concerned that my daughters might feel betrayed by what I allowed to happen to them tonight. But no, they instead only seemed to want more.

We made our way to the bedroom and the girls pushed me back gently onto the bed. Tammy spread my legs apart and lowered her head to my newly shaven cunt; my daughter had been no virgin when the day began, and she was eager to show off. I felt her hot breath on my slit before her fingers spread apart the folds and her tongue slithered inside. Little Jessie began sucking my right tit and Josie latched onto the right.

By 4 am, we had each been made the center of the sexual attention, being enjoyed and pleasured by the other three. We had each cum several times and we had each professed that we were happy with the night's events. I told the girls what I planned on doing at the doctor's office the following day in order to get a healthy supply of the morning-after pill and all three gleamed with anticipation.

Then we drew up the large blanket and fell asleep in a pile of arms and legs.

The next day, we awoke around noon. It was Saturday and the doctor's office was only open till 2, so we had to hurry. Reluctantly, the girls got up and got dressed. I told them to dress provocatively, in the most risque and exposing clothing they could. I dressed conservatively in a formal pants-suit, tying my hair back into a bun and donning a pair of thick glasses. I decided to portray myself as the concerned mother with a trio of out-of-control, rebellious daughters.

So off we went; we made good time, even stopping for ice-cream.

When we arrived at the office, there was only one man in the lobby. He was a large, burly fellow with hands like baseball mitts. This wasn't a traditional doctor's office, but rather a clinic of sorts -- it was the place I had come to get the huge quantities of Viagra that Mike had needed in order to impregnate me with Jessie & Josie in the first place. Sort of a family planning center meets a sexual dysfunction clinic. It was cheap and private and people here didn't ask too many questions.

As I filled out the forms at the counter, my daughters were teasing the man. He stared at them as all three spread their legs and licked their ice cream, revealing that they were not wearing panties under their skirts. Then the two twin girls kissed in front of him; Tammy hiked up her skirt and used both hands to massage her drooling pussy. I could tell by the growing bulge in his pants that he wanted to see more. Tammy whispered something in Josie's ear; the little one giggled and began to try to ease her whole fist up her teen sister's bare, slippery cunt.

As I walked back to the girls, I saw him snap his eyes away so as not to get busted by their mother. I sat next to the girls and started talking to the man. "I'm terribly sorry if my girls are bothering you. They can be such a handful lately."

The man mumbled something about it being fine. As they continued to kiss right next to me, their pussies exposed, I said to the man in a matter-of-fact way, "It's the television and that music they listen to. It's all too sexually charged. Now kids today think it's a badge of honor to be having sex by eight years of age; to be fucking grown men by the time they're ten."

The man sort of nodded as his eyes drifted back to the girls. I continued, "Now, I simply don't know what to do with them. I knew they were going to parties and having sex, but that's to be expected. Just last night, however, I found out the three of them were going to some strip club and porno shop just off of River Street. Apparently they go there and, well ... do things to strange men through holes in the booths. It's frankly disgusting."

The man's eyes shot back to me as if he was just now processing the words that were coming from my dirty lips. "What?"

I repeated, "There is some sort of a strip club that's also a porn shop off of River Street on the East Side, it seems. The girls have been going there and doing all manner of things with strange men every night. They call these things gloryholes, I believe. Anyway, I'm concerned. Since I can't seem to stop them from going there every night, I figured I should at least get them on the pill or something. I'm too old to start raising another baby."

The man's jeans had a noticeable tent now. When the receptionist called his name, he stood up and said, "No, um, you know what? I think I'm okay now. I think my E.D. is all cleared up. Tell the doc thanks."

Then he hurried out of the waiting room, but now before stealing one last glance at the girls. Some how I thought we might be seeing him again real soon.

Dr. Jim, as he refers to himself, looked oily. His hair was a tad too long, his nails not well manicured. He smelled of too much aftershave, something from the Aqua Velva Line or perhaps the Old Spice Collection. It was hard too tell because the man was wearing so much of it that my olfactory senses shut down in self defense after 3 minutes.

Dr. Jim was thin and wiry. He wore blue jeans and Nikes under his long white coat. Well, off-white. Maybe closer to eggshell. On his wall were small plaques proclaiming his a graduate of some on-line university. No, seriously, the guy went to med school on the Internet. I wasn't surprised, though. The rumors were that Dr. Jim was a very special kind of doctor. He had his clinic set up here on the outskirts of town because it was close to the main highway that leads into the city. Rumors, being what they are, had Dr. Jim pegged as a doctor who does a lot of work under the table. If a thug gets shot during an attempted robbery or drug deal, they come to good ol' Dr. Jim. Jimbo patches them up without filing any reports with the police which would be standard at any hospital treating a gunshot wound. Best of all, his special clients pay in cash. No taxes.

Dr. Jim ushered us over to some chairs. They were a bit frayed and Tammy's chair sort of tilted to the left, but we didn't complain. He flashed a phony smile and asked what he could do for us today. He made eye contact with me, but when he glanced at the girls, his eyes drifted lower for a second. Good.

"Well, Doctor," I began, I am having some concerns about my daughters. They have been simply uncontrollable lately."

The doctor gave me the concerned look as I explained that the girls were very involved in sex and that I recently caught them at the Knob Gobbler, sucking off older men through gloryholes. I told him that I was concerned about pregnancy. I then said, "You see, Doctor, I am worried because the girls seem addicted to sex. Any older man can get into their pants only by asking. They are like crazed junkies just looking for their next fix. That's why I want them on the pill and why I would like a supply of the morning after pill. I just know they won't stop."

The "doctor" nodded and resisted the urge to fix the growing shortness of space in his trousers. He then said, "Mrs. Hunt, may I speak with the girls alone for a few minutes? Before I can administer any prescriptions, I need to first interview them. I'm just afraid they might not speak as openly with me if you are in the room."

"Of course," I said, nodding and leaving the room. "Please, make sure they're VERY open."

When I was gone, I'm told that the doctor locked the door and turned to the girls. He said, "Is what your mother said true? Are you little ladies obsessed with sex?"

My twin girls smiled and turned to each other, sharing a kiss as they caressed the other's breasts; Tammy groped Josie's ass nibbling on the 9-year-old's neck. Within the space of moment, all three girls had stripped one another and both of my twins had hands massaging pussy-flesh.

Their kiss was cut short by the sound of a zipper lowering. "Excellent, girls. Now why don't you get your skinny little asses over here and suck my dick."

Tammy crawled over, taking the doctor's long cock in her hands and mouth as Josie followed, trying to get her youthful tongue by her big sister's asshole. Jessie squeezed in from an angle on her knees, cupping his balls and licking at the side of his shaft. For minutes, the girls passed the hard cock back and forth like dope at a frat party; openly masturbating each other. Finally, a blast of hot cum shot Jessie in the mouth, firing straight down her throat. His next blast he angled into Tammy's mouth. After another 3 minor blasts, he shuddered and Tammy licked the last drop from the head of his shaft. Josie then lathed onto his cock like a hungry kitten, sucking until he pissed down her preteen gullet.

As the girls fell to the ground and began to writhe in an orgy, the doctor put his cock away and pulled out his prescription pad. He leaned over the phone on the desk and hit a button. "Susan, please send back Mrs. Hunt. I've finished with her daughters."

I entered just as they three were in a steaming pile of naked flesh, fingering and lick at one another. "You see, doctor? They're insatiable sluts."

"I do," he said. "Quite enthusiastic. Unfortunately, I'm afraid that I can't give any of these girls the morning-after pill. They're too young. I can, however, see to it that their pregnancies go well. I can prescribe some ointments and pills to make sure everything runs smoothly."

"Well, doctor, I suppose that's all I can ask. You know, it occurs to me that all three of them have been having a lot of anal sex; did you check to make sure that they're safe to do so?"

"I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Hunt. The assholes of young girls like this are surprisingly resilient. Watch: I could fuck either of your youngest daughters in the ass right now and she would barely feel it."

"Really, doctor? Oh, that's a load off my mind. Here please -- would you show me? Here, let me get your cock hard."

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When we returned from the doctor's office, there were two messages on the machine. The girls were giddy, running to their respective rooms while I played the messages. The first was from Mike. The trip was going well. He was settled in and getting ready to go out with a few clients to a bar. He said he missed me and the kids and for a brief moment a pang of guilt swept across me like a soft breeze.

The second message made me forget the guilt. It was David. His deep voice said, "Good morning, my little sluts. I trust you each slept well last night. I will be around tonight at 7 to pick the four of you up. We will be returning to the Knob Gobbler tonight. I want to see how you each acts without the aid of restraints or direction. By the way, I have your digital camera. I will return it tonight. Dress appropriately slutty."

CLICK.

I had forgotten he asked me for the camera before he had me act as the dog's play thing.

After I deleted the messages, I turned to see the dog sitting there on the kitchen floor, his head bent down, licking his protruding pink cock. It was odd. There was no domineering man telling me how to act or feel, and yet there I was staring at the dog's cock. I listened for the girls, who were upstairs. It was odd that I was suddenly shy about being caught, but somehow I was embarrassed to be about to do this without the excuse that I am being forced ... though "forced" may not be the right word.

Slowly, I got to my knees and crawled across the floor to the dog. He looked up and made eye contact. The dog burped. Jesus Christ! Are all males the same? I came close and leaned my head into his lap. I stuck out my tongue and licked the pointed tip of his cock. For some reason, the thought of licking his spit from his filthy dog cock just excited me more. Maybe I was the dirty whore I was beginning to suspect I was.

When the girls entered the room, I didn't hear them. I was too busy sucking the dog's cock in long, smooth strokes. The only sound I heard was a muffled wimper from the dog as he obviously preferred to have me sucking his cock than taking on that responsibility himself. So I didn't hear the girls as they walked in and saw me. Nor did I hear them undress.

The first indication I had that the girls were in the room was when I felt their hands caress my body through my clothes. I glanced back and smiled at them as they began undressing me. For the record, being undressed by others -- especially out of a conservative pantsuit, is not nearly as sexy as it sounds. Instead, there was fumbling and pulling and laughing. Lots of laughing.

When I was finally naked, with the exception of one sock on my left foot, the girls got down on their knees with me. All three put their heads next to mine so we could all take turns sucking the dog's cock. The taste wasn't bad. It was a bit tangy and sort of citrus-like. Then little Jessie said, "Mom, I want him to fuck me."

At first I didn't know how to respond. My preteen daughter telling me she wants to be fucked by the family dog was making me both nervous and horny as hell. Horny won out, as usual.

We all stood up and walked into the living room with the dog following us excitedly. Tammy sprawled out on a sofa, playing with her nipples and sliding a hand across her cunt, as Josie & I helped Jessie to lay across the ottoman -- and before I could call him, the dog jumped up on her back. His cock stabbed around her ass cheeks, unable to hit the mark. I reached in and took hold of his member and guided it into my daughter's overheating snatch while her twin sister sucked at the tiny, protruding clit.

The dog lurched forward and grunted as he entered my baby daughter's recently virgin cunt. Jessie's eyes grew like saucers as she felt the full girth of the beast inside her tightness. I backed away and let the dog make my daughter his bitch. From my angle, I could see the ball of the dog's knot swelling. He lunged forward and it sank inside again before growing to it's full size. The dog's motion slowed to a random thrust, reminding me of the final seconds of popcorn in the microwave.

"Oh, wow. I'm SO next," said Josie, her hand enmeshed in her drooling, immature cunt, watching her twin sister take a brutal, bestial rape.

As we watched, Tammy slipped her finger down to her soft pussy, stroking her swollen clit. After our special bath the night before, we were now all well shaven. It provided me with a great view of her middle and ring fingers slipping inside her. She saw me watching and our eyes locked. She pulled out her fingers and licked them. Then she mouthed the words "I love you."

That's when I noticed my own hand was busy rubbing my own cunt.

She and I stared at each other as we masturbated. When he dog was finally finished dumping his slimy, watery load of animal spunk into Jessie's pussy, each of us had had at least two orgasms. Midnight climbed off the little girl but was now standing ass to ass as his knot kept them tied together. Tammy and I both crawled over to her and began kissing her lips in turn, while Josie massaged at the obscene intersection of hot interspecies flesh.

After a while, there was a clapping behind us, coming from the main hall. We all turned in unison to see David. "And to thingk, I was originally irked when you didn't answer the door right away. It's nice to see you sluts were using your time wisely. When the dog pulls out, lick her cunt clean and get dressed. We're going back to the Knob Gobbler. You four were quite the hit last night and we don't want to disappoint your new fans."

David left the room as the girls gathered themselves. Jessie was sweaty and panting like the bitch she now felt like; Josie couldn't keep her mouth of her sister's pussy. I helped get the girls dressed while David was busy in my husband's office. When I came in, he was on our computer and had our digital camera plugged into the computer. He turned off the monitor and said, "I just sent your asshole husband some fun pictures of his lonely wife."

My eyes grew as he smiled and continued. "Actually", he said, "I sent him pictures of his slut wife and whore daughters in various acts of sexual misconduct. He'll be home in 11 days and we have a lot of work to do to get ready."

Then as he stood up, I saw him disconnect a portable flash drive from the CPU and slip it into his pants pocket.

He took me and the girls back to the 'Gobbler every night for the next 10 days. We were used at the gloryholes, forced to dance in the strip club, and led around the porn-store on leashes to service the customers while they browsed.

Connie, Richard's adorable young fiancee, arrived several times to join our fun -- she entertained herself, primarily, by fucking each of us with a strap-on, as did a number of the other dancers at the club. Josie fell in love with one particular girl, a redheaded teenager named Ellie, who let the little girl lick her dirty asshole whenever one of the client came in it. Tammy, meanwhile, talked the owner into letting her get her nipples and clit pierced, and a tattoo of the words SLUT CUNT above her pussy. Jessie mostly stayed in the bathroo, chained on her knees to the toilet.

Occasionally, the four of us were put in a small room behind a one-way glass wall where we sluts pleasured each other along with three or more large, horny dogs. The glass wall went from the ceiling to about 4 feet from the floor. Below the glass were 12 gloryholes so we could suck a little cock and drink some spunk or piss while we played with the dogs. The only time we could see anything beyond the mirrored wall was when camera flashes momentarily lit up the dark room behind the glass. In those brief flashes, it was easy to tell the small room was filled with horny men -- and plenty of women -- with cameras and video cameras.

Every night, I knew our performance would be all over the Internet by the time we got home.

And that was how we spent the next 10 days. Then the day before Mike returned, David called and said he had very different plans for us for Mike's return. He said, "You whores did very well. I bet I could leave you alone on a street in a busy city and you would each be begging strangers to fill your wholes with cum in minutes. You are finally ready to show your husband what you truly are, Jessica. And maybe we'll see what he truly is, as well."

My husband's flight was due in 6 pm, meaning he would be home around 8. He left his car at the airport, so I didn't have to worry about picking him up. I could concentrate on helping get ready for the evening.

The girls and I were dressed to impress, slipped into the sluttiest lingerie that the Knob Gobbler sold: me in a tight devil-red corset and thigh-high boots, Tammy in crotchless white leather to show off her rings and tattoos, and the babies -- Jessie & Josie -- each in a tiny cheerleader uniform without parties.

David arrived at 6 sharp and had a large dark leather bag that was obviously heavy. There was a metal-on-metal rustling when he put the bag down. Then he went back to his truck and returned with something very strange on the back of a dolly. I'll try to explain what it was as best as I can: there was a large iron plate about 24 inches by 24 inches. The plate was a full 3/4 inch thick. In the center was a steel pipe sticking straight up. The pipe was 6 inches in diameter and welded in place. It rose about 4 feet. There were several 3 inch metal rings welded to the pipe along the sides. David reached into the bag and pulled out strings of chains, which he then attached to the rings on the pole.

Over the next hour, five other men showed up -- and Connie. She looked exquisite in a long, sparkling green evening gown than barely concealed her massive strap-on. With a smile, she sat on a leather sofa and allowed my twin daughters to begin licking at her toes, sparing me not a glance.

I was surprised, as the men arrived, to discover that I actually recognized every face. The first man was that fat fuck from the Knob Gobbler. He leered as he entered the room as he unzipped his pants without saying hello. Tammy dropped to her knees and began sucking his swollen cock. David looked the man in the eye and said, "Not yet."

The man reluctantly withdrew his cock from my slut daughter's hungry mouth. She wimpered at the loss of fuck stick.

The next in the door was Detective John Markinson. He was a local cop who recently made detective when he uncovered a large drug operation being run out of the local middle school. The principal was very helpful and together they took down an operation that the feds have been trying to track down for a year.

The next man in the door was William Tuft, the principal of Jessie & Josie's middle school. Yes, the same one that helped with the drug bust. What most people don't know is that there was also an underage porn operation running at the school. Tuft helped bust the drugs but they kept the kiddie porn ring in place. Tuft was at the Knob Gobbler that first night just by coincidence. When he realized he was getting to fuck two of his hottest students for free, he called Detective Markinson. They both stopped by at the porn shop every night during our training. David noticed them and recognized them from the newspaper clipping. He approached them and worked this out.

Next in the door was actually a big surprise. It was Dr. Brandon Hong. He was a doctor at the local hospital. He attended to Tammy when she fell and broke her arm at cheerleader practice last summer. I would later discover that Dr. Hong was a customer of Tuft's kiddie porn company.

Last in the door was Tom Blake, the cranky old guy who owns the kennel at the end of town. That's where we keep Midnight when we go away on vacation. The man was short, burly and had a squint that would put Popeye to shame. He lit a cigar and looked me and the girls up and down before asking, "These the whores?"

David nodded and said, "Yes, now bring in the dogs."

As Tom brought in the dogs, David affixed a large and funky-looking chair to the pole. It was a strange fold-out lawn-chair, almost, that locked into position and was tilted back slightly. It had wrist and ankle restraints. My attention then turned to the dogs being brought in. They were all in large plastic crates that were big enough to hold a full grown adult. I could see one of the dogs was a great dane. Oh fuck, this was going to be a fun night!

David set up several video cameras and a web cam, attacked to a laptop computer that he brought with him. He set us several large lights as well. There was also my digital camera sitting on a tripod. David saw me looking at the cameras and smiled, "Now, don't tell me you sluts are camera shy."

I gasped, "Not at all. I want the whole world to see what cock whores we are."

My twin daughters, who were now kissing each other on the couch and fighting over Connie's toes, stopped just long enough to agree; Tammy was too hypnitized by the dogs to even respond.

David logged onto his computer and the light above the webcam began blinking red. He looked at his watch and said, "It looks like it's time to invite our other guests. I want everything ready to go when the guest of honor arrives."

The twins stopped kissing, easing Connies' feet back to the leather couch, and crawled across the floor to the large dog cages. They stared with a mix between lust and fear, though probably more lust. Tom stroked his ratty white beard and then said to Jessie, "These dogs are gonna split those pretty little cunts of yours wide open. When they're through, you bitches won't walk for a week."

By the look in her eye, I think Jessie may have has a minor orgasm at those nasty words ... and who can blame her, after a promise like that?

That's when Mike's car turned up the driveway. He looked agitated as he saw all the cars in the circular driveway. No -- he looked pissed off. David leaned to my ear and asked, "Hmmm, I wonder if Mikey liked the pictures I e-mailed him of his slut wife and whore daughters at the neighborhood gloryhole?"

The police detective took up position beside the door and Dr. Hong took out a syringe. The doorknob turned and Mike burst through the door with a look of rage. His rage turned to shock when he saw David. Then that shock turned to something else as the cop tackled him and the good doctor injected him. As he looked up at me with a look that was questioning, I blew him a kiss. Then his head dropped to the carpet.

----

Time passed.

It was almost comical when Michael opened his eyes. His eyes went wide and his face went from pale yellow to crimson red to a sickly white in about 4 seconds.

It could have been any number of things that had him agitated. It could have been that he was jumped as he entered his own home and stuck with a needle. It could be that there were several strange men, one strange woman, and several large dogs in his house. It may have been that his wife and daughters were all but naked, kneeling on the floor, being fucked in front of him by some of those large dogs. It may have been that he was tied to a strange wedge-shaped chair that was narrow in the back and wide in the front, his legs spread and tied to the legs of the chair.

Of course, it may have been that he was naked. I can see how that might freak a person out.

Or it may have been that he had a thick leather strap around his forehead, holding his head up and back against the metal post behind him. It may have been the metal O-ring in his mouth, locking his jaw open wide like at the dentist. No, those things may have bothered him, but what I think really freaked him out were the two dogs standing in front of him, licking gobs of peanut butter from his cock and balls. Well, either that of the fact that our daughter's principal was standing on the chair with his cock slipped inside the O-ring, fucking my husband's mouth.

Yeah, that may have been it.

My husband gagged as the principal forced his cock deep down his throat. I wondered if my husband could taste my recently-fucked asshole on the guy's cock. While we wanted to wait for Mike to wake up before starting the fun, he was out for well over an hour and ... well, guys will be guys.

David's voice seemed to shock Mike out of his nightmare, "Hello Mike. We've been waiting for you. Mike Hunt. Seriously? Your parents named you Mike Hunt? I doubt there is anything I can do to you that is more evil than that, not that I'm not up to the challenge."

David nodded and everyone stepped away from Mike. Mike mumbled something through the O-ring in his mouth, but it came out like what you would image it to sound like if Helen Keller was begging not to be anally raped. Just lots of funny sounds.

The two dogs were still licking his cock ... which, despite his unpleasant situation, was rock hard. David eyed it and said, "Well, you seem to be enjoying yourself, at least. Let me explain the situation to you. You have been a very bad man. You have embezzled over $500 thousand dollars from your company."

Mike's terrified eyes shone with confusion.

David continued. "Don't deny it. I’ve seen the computer files; the fiancee of your predecessor -- Connie, here -- will testify to it in court. So unless you want to spend the rest of your life in jail, being the cell block bitch, you will do everything I say. Your wife and your daughters are whores. My whores. They are mine to do with as I please. You may not ever fuck any of them without my permission. If I send someone to your house to fuck them, you will assist them in any way they demand. If they ask you to prepare their cocks with your mouth to impregnate your teenage daughter, you will suck them hard and jerk them of into her cunt. If they ask you to hold one of your little whore daughters down while 25 men gang rape her, you do as you're told with a smile on your face. If they tell you to lick their cum from your wife's dirty ass, you better get yourself a bib and beg them to cum in your ass, too. And if you comply, you will not go to jail. On top of that, you may have a little fun as well. Do we understand each other?"

Mike looked beaten. His head was down and he nodded slowly. The dog's continued to lick his cock even though there were now only traces of peanut butter left. David said, "Excellent. And to reward you for your acceptance of the inevitable, Jessie & Josie will assist the dogs."

Hearing their names, the tiny forth-graders stopped sucking the cock of the large mastiff and slithered over to their father on her hands and knees. Josie stuck her face between the heads of the two dogs and stretched out her tongue for her father's cock, while Jessie began tonging at her father's asshole.

Mike looked down and saw a twisted sight. His two youngest daughters competed with dogs to lick and suck his cock, which hadn't been this hard in years. As he watched, he saw his daughter's tongue brush against the those of the dogs. This was the most erotic sight Mike had ever beheld. He tried not to stare, knowing that if he did, he would cum too quickly. He looked up, but what he saw didn't help his cause. On the far side of the room, I was on my back on the foot stool. A Dalmatian was between my legs, fucking me missionary style while two man stood by my head. My neck was bent back, my head hanging upside down. The two men were taking turns fucking my face upside down. It was the cop and the old man who smelled like garbage and feet. Next to me was Tammy: he was on her hands and knees, sucking the nutsack of the man who owns the porn shop while being fucked in the ass by Connie's long strap-on dong. Her face was dripping with dog sperm. The man who owns the dog kennel slid a dog bowl in front of her face and then preceded to piss in it. He said, "Time to feed the bitches."

The look of Mike's eyes told me he was going to be cumming in a minute. I was wrong. He came in 12 seconds.

Mike grunted and thrust his hips as much as his restrains would allow. David walked over and pushed Josie's face further down on her daddy's cock. She gagged for a second as he began flooding her throat with his hot cum; Jessie's tongue wormed up his ass and licked at his colon. As cum dripped from between the little 4th-grader's lips, the dogs licked hungrily at the excess. That's when I heard the cuffs unclick. Mike was in a daze and it took him a few seconds to recover and realize he was no longer restrained.

David stood before him and held out a small flash drive. He said, "Mike, right here is everything I have on you. On this flash drive are incriminating documents, financial records -- and, of course, photos of your whore wife and her slut daughters sucking and fucking every cock in town. Right now you have a choice. I want you to crawl across the floor to your bitch wife. So far tonight, 3 men and 4 dogs have dumped their spunk inside her stretched fuck hole. Crawl over there and lick the cum from her twat. Or ... stand up and take this flash drive from me. You can end this by ripping this little stick from my hand. No one else in the room will interfere."

There was a look of concern on everyone's face as Mike glared at David. Would he do it? Would he man up and challenge David for the ownership of this family? No. Mike could not hold David's glare. His eyes shifted away and he sank slowly to his knees. As he crawled across the cum and piss stained floor, I think I saw a glint of satisfaction on Mike's face. Maybe this is what he has been wanting all his life. Maybe he needed to be treated like the bitch he is.

David slipped the flash drive into his pocket and said, "Excellent. I knew you would subject. Let me explain how this will work. Your wife and daughters are mine. They will suck, lick and fuck anyone -- or any thing -- I say. They answer to me. You answer to them. You are their little bitch, just as they are mine."

As David explained, Mike began slurping as my just-fucked cunt. He lapped the dog and human cum with a voracious appetite. For the first time, Mike looked truly happy. Oddly, I was happy for him. I was also happy for myself and my girls. I think we each found our place in the world.

The End

>>25684
CHALLENGE FOR THE COMMON FOLK

(MFf+ ped inc bond non-con beast ws preg snuff extreme)
- a Phil Phantom/Madame Zulu tribute/mash-up/edit by Nicholas Fellheimer:

I knew full and well -- from the very moment I accepted the invitation -- that when I brought my family to the Woodward Estate for a weekend pool party, my pretty twelve-year-old daughter Kaitlyn would be the focal point.

Hell, I knew that little Kaitlyn was the point of the party.

Kaitlyn is the rarest kind of beauty: an unspoiled and angel-faced little dove, the kind of cute & coltish white-trash tomboy who has been turning heads with her bright green eyes, shy smile, button nose, adorable dimples and long red pigtails since she was still in diapers. Now that her smooth, stunning body is growing into the tight curves and heaving, perky bounty of a very generous puberty, watching her walk down the street in hip-hugging short-shorts and a too-tight wife-beater is enough to get most men -- and plenty of women -- openly drooling.

Just leaning and playing with her hair, my curvy, petite preteen goddess of a daughter gets cocks standing at attention; when she bends over in bikini bottoms and one coral-pink lip of her smooth, hairless peach slips out, I’ve seen men nearly fall over. The loud wolf-whistles and lewd remarks that get my exquisite baby girl blushing aren’t just from our fellow trailer-trash: she makes police officers, big-city bankers and priests start seriously contemplating rape when she takes a stroll.

Darling young Kaitlyn looks even better than I did at her age, and that’s high praise indeed: I’ve been a paying the bills stripping -- and part-time hooking -- since I was 14. I’m told that I look like a twenty-something Christina Hendricks, and I get plenty of attention from men of all ages. I’ve got more than a dozen regular lovers, including a well-hung 17 year-old from across the road, his cocky father and a pair of local bartenders; I haven’t paid for an oil change, a plumbing repair, a speeding ticket, a beer or a pizza in years.

My two littlest girls, adorable 8-year-old twins (Roxi & Randi), get even more attention than me: they’re both dead-ringers for a red-headed Dakota Fanning from ‘Sweet Home Alabama,’ and have the cute, rambunctious charm of baby beauty-pageant queens. Keeping a cock out of either of them is damn near impossible, and I’ve got men lined around the block to babysit for them. They’re both irrepressible three-hole whores for their older brothers -- Mike, 15; Joe, 16; Nick, 17 -- those charming and devilish motherfuckers.

But my gorgeous doll of a daughter Kaitlyn is truly in a league of her own. She’s got an ass that could make a grown man weep, curves like a classic Chevy and a face that belongs on the glossy cover of a glamour magazine -- or the big screen. Yes, my petite, preteen goddess finally got the attention of the rich and famous, it seems ... and then I did, too.

Shortly thereafter, both of us got challenged. Her three horny older brothers weren’t challenged, and neither were her twin baby sisters, but the whole damn family was invited along to observe us. The message from the high-&-mighty Woodwards was simple: the pool-party was an opportunity for real social advancement. Kaitlyn would be challenged. I would be challenged. The family would be watched.

And the wealthy folks hosting the event would be delighted to reward any of us cute little white-trash girls who impressed them. Exactly what this ‘challenge’ would be, of course, wasn't made explicit ... but it was understood to be sexual. The well-to-do guests were sexual like-minds: rich and jaded, cruel and powerful, deeply into everything kinky.

The first incentive -- just to go the full weekend -- was ten grand. Ten-thousand fucking dollars, just to spend Saturday noon until Monday noon, forty-eight hours, lounging by the fucking pool.

I was focused on that ten grand. That would solve so many goddamn problems. Kaitlyn knew -- fuck, the whole family knew -- how badly we needed even one grand; ten would be so nice. We would be set. Not rich, maybe, but SET.

If we impressed them enough, this was only the beginning.

We had to give this sexual challenge very serious thought; we had to try to imagine kinky, too-scary things that would cause us to fail. The whole family needed to sit in on this family meeting: if nothing else, my three horny boys and my two baby-slut daughters could think up kinky things that rich, sick fuckers would like.

Assumption was, this challenge would involve plenty of things that rich, sick fuckers like.

We got the meeting underway in the living room, all my kids assembled on the couch half-naked, and I was pleased to discover that we were all on the same page: the whole family assumed that Kaitlyn was going to get fucked, and fucked hard. It wouldn’t be her first time, I learned. My oldest daughter had sucked quite a few dicks -- including her brothers and most of my guys -- but the last boyfriend had gotten everything ... then went after another virgin girl's everything, and was now doing his best to impregnate another, along with her mom.

I assumed as much, but the boys and my daughters saw her do it all -- bound, fucked hard in the ass, raped in the mouth, suffering plenty of cum-shots in a fertile little pussy, and then hosed down in piss -- with the very rich and very handsome Jeffrey Woodward, the very son of the man who came to me with a mother/daughter sexual challenge.

Richard Woodward, well-hung multi-millionaire owner of Woodward Architecture and Woodward Pharmaceuticals, fucked me right after the challenge was laid down; his son fucked me in the ass while Richard pissed down my throat and wrote me a check for $100 just to cover my time.

They did me right in the middle of Walmart, middle of the afternoon.

Jeffry wiped his sloppy dick on my cheek after his dad zipped up, and they left me in a well-fucked puddle of cum, piss and torn clothes on the tile floor ... right next to a great number of local bargain shoppers who were pretending not to watch. A lot of it got filmed on iPhones and posted online. The best one was called “cleanup needed, aisle 8.”

We had four days to get ready for ‘The Challenge”.

Before the pool party got underway, I needed to know everything my little Kaitlyn had experience in. She -- and the rest of the family -- desperately wanted to know everything I had experience in; cocks were getting hard as I explained the terms of the challenge, and my daughters were squirming on thick fingers.

I did have a wide, raunchy range of sexual experience, and I was up for something sexually wild. Pretty much anything, to be honest, and not just for the money: I have a hungry cunt that needs a good raping from a strong man, on occasion, and to be used as a helpless fuck-toy by a crowd. I could sure use a lot more of Jeffrey and his father, for instance ... and their big black driver looks like he knew how to put a deep fucking on a little white bitch.

Letting my fingers slide to my crotch, I realized that I could barely remember the last time I had been fucked so hard I couldn’t walk. I remembered the first time, though: I was 8, and still had “Property of Alpha Phi Alpha” tattooed above my pussy to prove it.

I knew I could handle most anything. I doubted Kaitlyn could ... yet.

But she was acting like she could -- and she stated it wasn't just the money motivating her, either.

“Mom, I’m so fucking horny. I can do this. I don’t mind the guys, knowing either -- I got off when they saw what I did with Jeff. I want Roxi and Randi there. I want them to see me earn money; I want them to see what a whore I am. I can take cocks, Mom -- lots of them! -- and they all know it.”

I frowned. “Are you sure you can do this, honey? I don’t think you know what you’re getting into.”

“Here,” she pouted. “Let’s just all take off all of our clothes for the meeting. I need to cum so bad, Mom, seriously. Let me take off my clothes, and you can tell me what all those men are going to do to me.”

By this point, my ravishing preteen daughter was openly masturbating with her right hand; her left hand was eagerly stroking the cock of her big brother Mike, who had baby Roxi thrashing on his thick fingers.

The meeting was a complete success.

We had three days of fucking around -- with me telling my stories, all three brothers using her every way they could think of, and the twins acting as fluffers, piss providers, and cleanup crew -- all giving Kaitlyn as much experience as we could. All seven of us shared my big bed: a three-day family orgy. My sexy little daughter and I became passionate lovers who could not get enough of each other; I taught her to French-kiss my asshole as her she took a thick cock in each of her nether holes, making the little bitch cry as we got her all-but-water-tight.

She ached for more.

She was almost ready.

She needed one very last thing: discipline.

I knew the subject well -- both giving and receiving -- so the last day was spent working on finding out how much pain she could take. It turned out that Kaitlyn, like me, could take it.

Really take it.

If chocking, slapping, spanking or harsh, brutal belting was the kink -- and I had reason to believe it was -- we would have no problem. I was very encouraged by what my girl could take ... and what my other children could dish out.

We had a lot of fun belt-whipping Kaitlyn; I had to go out and buy the right belts, of course. The boys and I took the last of our money, dressed in our very best, and went shopping. We left Kaitlyn tied to the bed to do it, while her little sisters each practiced fisting her.

The best belts, of course, are wide and soft: made of very pliable leather that can't cut even the most delicate tender flesh. Those motherfuckers float like a butterfly, sting like a bitch, especially when those ends get soggy from a drenched and slobbery cunt. That does make for a real bee sting: bumble-bee in the pink of pussy.

Half the fun, once we got back, was putting little Kaitlyn in lewd poses, which she had to hold while being whipped: ass, back of the legs, hip, everywhere. I allowed no pussy strikes -- at first -- but I did allow inner thighs and tit hits. We hurt her pretty bad, leaving her covered from the tops of her knees to her collarbone with thin red lashes.

And there were some, of course, that did strike her pussy, which got a yowl or two. I didn’t make a big issue out of it, so there were eventually quite a few more than accident allows for. I, personally, hit her between the legs three times that weren't accidents: just too damn tempting.

Sometimes you just had to haul off and nail that gaping cunt good.

We were giving her hell: not showing her much in the way of mercy, nor giving her much of a break. My boys had strong arms, and Kaitlyn’s wicked little sisters were very energetic. Even when we took breaks, she didn't get much of one; those dirty big brothers and their naughty sisters wouldn't stop hurting Kaitlyn’s little pussy in other cruel ways. They were endlessly inventive: snapping at her clit with rubber bands, sticking needles through her labia and her nipples, spanking her bare bottom until she bled, drawing on her with razors and stuffing things inside her.

She got fucked in the ass with a baseball bat, even.

I punished her -- pushed her -- as hard as I dared, trying to force her to her limit, and just the time we devoted to that was punishing as hell. In all, over eleven hours with no real breaks: just little breathers in the beatings to do semi-safe sexual torture.

Kaitlyn was more than a trooper about it: she was addicted. She was cumming as we abused her, begging for more, wanting to see what she could take.

By the end, I knew she could do it.

My pretty preteen goddess ended up with a very punished pussy: one we were hoping wouldn't look too punished by noon the next day. When we all crawled into bed together, exhausted and cuddling, we had fourteen hours for the swelling to go down, the marks to fade and the redness to go away.

Then again, the Woodwards couldn't blame us for preparing, and there was no demand she be any kind of unblemished virgin. They wanted young and gorgeous; she was still that, as pretty as any girl you ever saw, only not a bit shy and a lot tougher than she looked.

She very much impressed me.

We went off to this challenge feeling optimistic; hell, we were downright giddy. The whole family felt ready for whatever they threw at us. We looked great, we felt great, and none of us could think of a single thing we couldn’t see, enjoy ... and TOP.

Hell, as the limo pulled up into our trailer park and we all climbed in, we joked that maybe we would come off too strong. My twin daughters loudly hoped that firm, cruel discipline would be the kinky thing: it would be a damn shame, they said, if none of the guest were willing to abuse the hell out of Kaitlyn like they could.

Kaitlyn blushed, bit her cute lower lip, and said she hoped they would hurt her.

Hurt her bad.

It was devilishly fun hurting her and being cruel to her, but I also understood how much she got out of it. There’s a weird, powerful kind of pleasure seeing people get off on being cruel to you. A little girl can get high when the pain is extreme and unrelenting enough. Females, especially the young, have natural endorphins to help in childbirth, but prolonged and excruciating pain also triggers the release from that pharmacy in the brain.

You get high. Pain junkies get hooked on it.

I know she got high, and I knew that nailing her cunt now and then gave her another dose of a drug she was built to become addicted to. As for torture -- especially the pins, the needles and the razors, the very cruelest -- she just suffered beautifully without any attempt to avoid any or stop any.

We got her very horny talking about how we were going to be with her from now on, there in the limo. I let her know how cruel I'd be ... and I let her know how she'd better take damn good care of her cruel brothers, or suffer the consequences.

Her little sisters, talking about handcuffing her to the bed and bringing in men to knock her up, got little Kaitlyn masturbating a very sore pussy. I hoped like hell this thing would be disciplinary.

We were very ready for that by the time we got there.

We just weren’t ready for the reality.

It was a pool party at the biggest mansion I had ever laid eyes on, even in a movie; the sprawling grounds of the vast Woodward Estate went on for miles upon miles of rambling, densely-forested hills and creeks in every direction. There were two dozen or more elegantly appointed buildings half-hidden, back, shaded in the dark-green canopy as we passed -- all were connected by quaint curving paths and charming bridges laced through the woods. It was like a small city, plucked from the wealthiest part of turn-of-the-century Paris and then nestled into the thick woods.

We passed through two sets of guarded gates, ringed by razor-wire, and saw more opulent buildings; many were only glimpsed through the trees. The place, for all its enormous size, somehow still seemed all the more secluded, quiet and private: this was far beyond anything I had expected, alien and isolated.

The private drive was a sea of limousines.

The guests were all rich, young and gorgeous, all of them plucked from centerfolds and casting-couches. Many of the swimsuits we saw -- just on the walk up to the main house from the limo -- were extremely brief, so Kaitlyn's string bikini was actually modest swimwear; the thin, too-tight one-piece suits worn by the twins were absurdly conservative by comparison. The women in attendance, every one of them tanned and beautiful, were mostly topless in thong bottoms; many were nude except for jewelry, elaborate hairdos, tattoos and fetish-wear. The twenty or thirty young servers all were: nipple rings, handcuffs, chains, strings of anal beads and dog-collars glittered in the bright sunlight, accentuating the smooth, naked flesh.

We were among very sexy, very powerful young humans. Some of them were terrifyingly wealthy ... the rest were exquisite pets.

At the massive front door, we were greeted by two tiny, lovely Asian girls in absurdly brief French maid uniforms, cut low enough to see the dark curves of nipple above the swell of ample breasts; they might have been twins, and each looked a lot like a teenage Lucy Liu. One was obscenely pregnant, and milk soaked through her uniform’s top; when the little girls bent over, it was clear that both were naked below their short skirts, leaking cum from abused and hairless cunts.

The whole family was given a brief tour of the mansion’s first floor, which was luxurious beyond my ability to describe, and gifted with drink after drink from the many bars: there seemed to be one tucked into every other lavish room. We were shown the massive basement, as well, past the open showers and changing area -- like something from an ancient, echoing Roman bath -- then were wordlessly ushered out to the pool area.

We blinked, and our jaws dropped.

It was a huge and magnificent series of vast pools, steaming saunas, open-air bars and sparkling hot-tubs woven through the greenery and the aquariums, a winding garden set on various tiers of frosted glass and smooth-poured concrete. It looked more like an arena or a stadium than a back yard; it felt like five square miles of tropical beach paradise imported from a dream. Long, colorful banners waved in the breeze, and hundreds of beautiful, mostly-naked people lounged in the warm shade.

Depravity, likewise, was in casual abundance.

We watched as a tall, muscular man stood from his deck-chair, fisted his thick cock twice to coat it in suntan oil, and then began to fuck the gaping asshole of a little long-haired boy dressed in a bikini, expertly made-up in coy, alluring blush & eye-shadow. The child was bent over another chair; the tiny preteen -- all of maybe 7 years old -- was nursing on a savaged cunt which sprayed piss into ‘her’ open mouth while the lovely young woman to which the dripping pussy belonged spread her knees into a vulgar beaver and idly played with her heaving tits.

Through the girl's nipples were dozens of long, wicked pins; dropplets of blood beaded like dark crimson jewels on her flawless flesh.

After a few moments of smoothly fucking the little boy‘s ass, the big man pulled out of ‘her,’ grabbed the girlie-trap by the nape of the neck and forced the itty-bitty kindergartener to begin licking his shit-streaked cock clean even as piss sprayed across the little one’s cheek. Another grown man stepped up and began sodomizing the tiny, bikini-clad loli-boi; a line formed as the petite thing began chocking under the dual oral assault, deep-throating and crying even as ‘she’ sputtered piss from a cute button nose.

A few seats down from that chair, a large black man rudely pushed his cock into the asshole of a struggling young girl, a tiny Hispanic grade-schooler already impaled on a fat length of dick that was making a mess of her under-developed pussy. The huge negro began forcing the head of his tool into the girl’s unwilling anus; when she began to struggle, he called over a little Asian girl who fell to her knees and began prying at the tiny asshole with nimble fingers, licking -- and spitting -- into the entrance as it widened.

Next to the pool, three elegantly-dressed women took turns pissing on a sobbing, curvaceous dark-haired teenager; the girl was being held down onto her back by a man that might have been her father, her slim shoulders pinned to the ground by his knees as he masturbated a huge, gore-soaked cock over her face. A group of lovely, blonde little girls were jamming things into the brunette teenager’s already-bulging snatch, giggling; others held the girl’s long legs in the splits, and I could see that the pinned girl was bleeding, and heavily, from ragged wounds all across her smooth skin.

One of the ash-pale blonde girls tormenting the big-titted teen pushed too hard, and the lithe young thing shook long raven tresses as she was wracked with violent spasms; she coughed up a foam of dark blood just as the man pinning her sprayed long ropes of semen across her ample breasts.

As we looked on, mouths agape, the black-haired beauty was unceremoniously flipped over like a deflating sex-doll; with her face down and her perfectly rounded buttocks elevated, copious waves of blackish ichor poured from her mouth ... lifeblood flecked with stips of torn, pink tissues. She twitched, trying to get her hands underneath her, as another large man took her by the hips and began raping her vulnerable asshole.

The girl died, choking on her own ruptured cervix and ruined womb, even as her pretty face was rubbed red and raw again the unforgiving concrete beside the pool. She breathed her last, blowing bubbles of slick vomit and ripped uterus, as yet another man began pumping his seed into her cooling shit-pipe; when he pulled out and began pissing on her, men in thick rubber aprons -- armed with meat hooks, buckets and butcher’s knives -- approached.

Only then did I smell the BBQ.

Without even glancing down, I slapped each of my twin girls on the ass and told them to go make friends. The two little nymphs bounced away gleefully, shedding their suits as they went. That was the last I saw of them, except in photographs.

My fingers trembling, I took my suit off, and then pulled the strings on Kaitlyn’s top: my daughter was in a daze, both hands already jammed down the front of her bikini bottoms and playing with her glistening pussy. I pulled the last of her suit down, pulled it off her dainty feet, turned her toward the party, and gave her a gentle push.

The long, thin marks of our torture gleamed in the sunlight as she walked away.

The man who challenged us -- Richard Woodward, the homeowner, a man second only to God Himself -- walked up to me and my son. Smiling, he kissed me on the cheek. “You made it.”

“I-- yes. Sir, I--”

Richard said, "I'm going to fuck you now."

I said, "Oh -- well, boys, go have fun. Have something to eat. This nice man is going to fuck me."

“Actually, I would prefer it if they watch.”

Swallowing hard, I looked at my sons. “Will you please watch Mommy get raped?”

He liked that.

The boys liked watching him fuck me, too.

I liked being fucked, I discovered, while my sons watched me ... along with about twenty other kids and a few dozen adults.

Richard bent me over a deck-chair and fucked me until I came, again and again; as he pissed down my throat, I was mother-fucked. I was then fucked by other mother's sons; I was fucked by the help; I was fisted by little girls; I drank fresh fuck from a dozen gaping cunts.

I was not up for being fucked by a dog, but two dogs fucked me: one in my asshole, the other in my mouth. Fuck!

After that, I was taken out to see my daughter. Two hours had gone by. She had been beaten, branded, pierced, tattooed, whipped: easily raped about twenty times, her pussy and asshole nearly destroyed. There was enough cum poring from her two fuck-holes to puddle beneath her, and semen drooled from her lips. She looked absolutely high on pain -- spread-eagle on a deck chair -- and was struck hard across her bounteous tits with a belt just as I arrived.

The man beating her got her right across both nipples; blood ran freely from the wicked metal rings hooked through each one. She took that cruel strike without shrieking -- my little Kaitlyn only closed her eyes for a moment, composed herself, looked to me -- and said, “I keep cumming when they rape me, Mommy.”

I smiled and said, "Everybody seems very pleased with the way you take a raping. I’m getting lots of compliments.”

"I was raped by dogs, Mom."

"Me too ... kinky, huh? Did you get mouth-bred?"

"YES! I could barely breathe when the dogs fucked my mouth; I think I passed out a few times. Did you?"

"Yup. The one in my ass bothered me the most: the fucking knot popped in. That big cock had a knot like a fucking baseball.”

My daughter was masturbating now, and another lash came down on her tits. She smeared the blood into her clit, working at her slobbering hole with both hands. "They’re so cruel. I'm really screwed -- I’m going to die here, aren't I?"

"Probably. You should look like hell by sundown, but damn if you don’t look sexy now. Give me your hand."

She pulled her delicate fingers away from her frothing crotch, grabbed my palm, closed her eyes, and got another lash: this one right between the legs, splitting her smooth lips so good that the whip-tip put a red weal right on the shaved mound -- dead center. It almost looked like he had split her clit.

Kaitlyn’s pretty eyes stayed closed for almost a full minute, and she didn't breathe with her eyes closed. Goosebumps covered her slick, perfect skin.

I finally said, "Did you cum?”

She slowly opened her eyes, looked at me, and nodded. "More than once. My poor pussy. Mommy, I love it when they hurt me."

“You suffer beautifully."

Another group of men arrived; the first fellow casually flipped my preteen daughter over and began to ruthlessly sodomize her.

Mrs. Woodward snuggled up to me from behind as I watched, casually hefting one of my tits in her right hand as she ran two perfectly manicured fingers around the gaping entrance to my ruined asshole; I felt thick rivulets of cum drool into her palm. “Ah, how I adore you helpless commoners.”

“Well, I thank you for--”

She licked my neck, breathing into my ear. “You belong to us, now. Slavery still exists, my dear -- did you know that?”

I shook my head, watching my daughter’s rapist dump fresh cum inside her ass.

“Yes. The slaves today are Eastern Europeans, Latinos and Asians: all yearning to breathe free, and we hold their keys. Many are here illegally, of course; many more have crushing debts or fabricated criminal records. My family collects them, houses them, controls every facet of their lives ... and we use them to amuse ourselves, sexually and otherwise.”

I stuttered. “D-do ... do you, now?”

“Oh yes,” she said with a wicked smile, cupping my face and casually smearing the runny fuck from my asshole across my lips. “I always enjoyed watching Daddy hurt the slaves, ever since I was a little girl. I even instigated abuse when I was bored; I’ve been watching people raped for my amusement since before I could walk. On my fourteenth birthday, I had a tiny Asian girl of nine publically stripped, beaten until most of her limbs were broken, then raped to death in front of her family. Daddy let me pick out the executioner. He made all the men on our plantation drop their pants, and I walked the line until I found the one I wanted: a big black one. The little girl was even smaller than one of your darling twins, I think. I found it very amusing; even after she died, he kept pummeling her lifeless body while her family screamed and wept. Most amusing, indeed.”

I shuddered. Her expert hands ran over my body like I was property: caressing, squeezing, raking with nails and occasionally pinching. I was getting close to cumming again, even as she began entering my asshole with four fingers.

“Amusing?”

“Ah, yes. I love thinking about it, remembering how that poor little battered and bleeding girl squirmed as that big black cock penetrated her virgin cunt and kept driving in relentlessly, pushing right through the wall of her cervix and into her guts. He had a fourteen-inch cock as thick as my wrist; I’d be shocked if she had fourteen inches from her vulva to her collarbone. She was such a petite little fuck-doll. During the inspection, I remember that I stroked that monster cock of his and whispered in his ear, 'Get this all the way in the little bitch or I’ll ask Daddy to cut it off for me to put in a jar.' What an amazing cock he had."

“D-did he? Get it all the way in her, I mean?”

“Of course. He knew his place. He fucked her guts, punched right through her; it was a bloody mess. She didn’t die quickly, either. She died from loss of blood and remained conscious and squirming to the filthy end. Her mommy watched her daughter die just to amuse me.”

I shuddered again. “Like ... this is like a snuff film.”

She began to masturbate me, smiling as we both watched my daughter get anally raped again. “Oh, you know about snuff films? I thought those were a rather exclusive domain.”

“I-I’ve heard they exist, but I’ve never seen one.”

“Would you like to? I have many -- dozens, hundreds -- and one of the better collections on the continent. The best, of course, are the ones I’ve made myself: my specialty, even as a young girl, was surgically removing the sexual organs from a live and conscious victim: the whole vagina along with the anus, the breasts to the rib cage, penis and balls as a unit. Mostly, I did the little girls; I flatter myself to think that I’m somewhat famous for it, in certain circles.”

Her hands were bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. “I-I would like to see that.”

She came in close, whispering in my ear. “You’ll see one made. This very weekend. In fact, you’ll most likely star in one.”

I came.

She pushed me to the ground, where a man mounted me before I could stand. I drew a very big crowd, cumming again and again as men raped me, one after another, right next to my bleeding and weeping daughter.

They took me in every way they could imagine.

While I was on my back, a thick dick stuffed in each end, a petite little Asian girl was pushed down on top of me, positioned into a 69; soon, I was licking a badly-whipped, blood-drenched, cum-drooling and abused little pussy that had a long dog's cock stuffed into it. After a while, the tiny preschooler stopped licking me because her throat had another dog fucking it; she thrashed and died on top of me, choked on a tremendous canine knot and speared through the asshole with a hot metal skewer.

Another little girl, this one pregnant, was placed over me; her hot mouth settled into my pussy and licked expertly as I sucked at her cunt-lips, my tongue exploring where a huge cock opened up her unwilling anus. At this angle, men could whip her; she died as I masturbated, licking at brutal mutt-fucking with a great view of it.

More girls followed her: too many to count.

By midnight of that night, my daughter and I were the lowest of whores ... but we were alive. It seems that the Woodwards wanted to keep Kaitlyn as mutt-slut pain-junkie, turn her into a toy; I let them do it. I helped them do it, in fact. I sold them to her; and soon they were leasing her. She didn't resist it or resent me: what I did to her was very cruel, but she found that sexy.

I found it very profitable and fun. Now, I run the slaves at the Woodward Estate; my sons break them in.

Yes, as a mother, I suck. I can live with it. I just can't stand being poor.

The End

>>25684
I believe that I have the full "Collected Works" of Nicholas Fellheimer from all of 7-Chan, Hentai Foundry and Loliwood Studios, which includes:

-- Angie’s Sex Job
-- Amanda The Amazing
-- Apparently, Not a Vampire
-- Assertiveness Training
-- Aversion Therapy for Heather
-- Baby Pamela’ Slut Story
-- Babysitting Trouble
-- Bailey’s Own Allowance: Part One
-- Bare-Assed in Baton Rouge
-- The Battle of Harley
-- Big Favors
-- Bitch Bride
-- Bitches & Snuff
-- Bizarre Folks
-- Black Tie Affair
-- Born Performer
-- Bossy Little Bitch
-- Brownie Points
-- Cate Has a Date
-- Challenge for the Common Folk
-- Class Fuck-Doll
-- Clay County Revival
-- Clean-Up Girl
-- David’s Sweet Revenge
-- Dinner-Date With Deanna
-- Doing Everything
-- Dumb Bets and Party Sluts
-- Dumb Cunt
-- Getting Even
-- Good Small-Town Wife
-- Hedonism, Exhibitionism, Marxism & Trains
-- Incest is Best
-- Journey to Hell & Back
-- Knocking Up Akiko
-- Laundry Day
-- Little Miss Scarlet’s Birthday
-- Little Tiffany’s Big Chance: Earning Her Wings
-- Magic Marker Omake: Writer’s Circle
-- New-Daddy’s Way
-- On The Bus
-- Party With Big Sis
-- Pool Party for the Birthday Girl
-- Preteen Daughter on the Prowl
-- Public Exposure
-- Quiet Evening At Home
-- Seventh-Grade Whore
-- Stacy’s New Boyfriend
-- Trap-Daddy’s New Girlfriend

Need me to post any of them here?

>>25684
I never met the man personally, but I like to think that Nick Fellheiner (wherever he is) would find it funny as fuck that a hot little slut Harley got physically uncomfortable while reading his work ... and that she masturbated to it anyway.

summer bump of love <3

>>25688
Hedonism, etc. sounds interesting.