Barbara was first to awaken at eight on Saturday morning, but she didn't leave the bed until nine, mostly lying there thinking about the previous evening. She thought about all the vulgar things she did - those that were forced upon her and those she went willingly into, smiling inwardly at the vivid memory of going with only a slight nudge in the right direction when Judge Jackson suggested the party be taken outdoors, out the front door and onto the front lawn, something he clearly expected the bitch to balk at, pitch a fit at, and stomp her foot down at.

Barbara smiled at the memory of all those pleasantly stunned faces as she went quietly with his nudge, moved out to the center of the lawn in good street light, then got down on her hands and knees with several neighbors out walking about, shocking them senseless at seeing their very pretty, naked neighbor lady not only assume a bestial mating position, but present a well-used bitch cunt to the first mutt to show interest.

The memories of what followed, a bitch in heat serving all four-legged cummers, broadened her smile. She showed them - showed them good, even as the crowd grew. Barbara knew she could have returned to a semi-normal life following the indoor ordeal, but the outdoor scenes sealed her fate in the eyes of all who bore witness. To friend and family alike, if she never screwed another dog, she would forever be thought of as a horny bitch, a mutt slut, a whore for the hounds. To bear the label and not enjoy the fruit was not in Barbara's makeup, so her course was set in stone. Everyone who saw her 'Lady and Tramp' show would see more of the same. Those who missed the show would see others just as good, even better.

Thinking about that fact made her smile. The devil in her finally surfaced in a dramatic way and she had no regrets. What was done was done. She also thought about the course her family was on - like a drunk coming down from a binge. Barbara was quite certain that four out of six Turners were not about to go back to business as usual because of what she'd done on the front lawn the night before, not to mention what was done to Shaundra in Shaundra's bedroom not long afterward.

A line which should have never been crossed was crossed in a big way, leaving a good and decent young lady without a single virginity to hang her goodness on. The girl was forever ruined, at least in her own mind. Barbara could not help but regret the actions which forced such debauchery on a girl who clearly had no means to resist, ganged up on at a weak moment, taken advantage of, ruined against her free will. Any mother would have to deal with pangs of guilt, and Barbara was no exception, but what was done was done. To write the wrong or to go forward and complete what was started occupied much of the mother's thoughts.

Thirteen year old Shaundra, likewise, laid in bed thinking after she woke up. She, too, felt like a drunk coming off a binge, only she was a drunk who had never had a drink before. The lifeless, magic, vibrating, orgasm egg on the nightstand sat like an empty wine bottle, mute testimony to the debauch it had been party to. A vibrating egg up her cunt was her undoing - instant anybody-can-fuck-me drunk.

The crusty fuck between her legs was the puke she woke up in. While staring at the dried mess between her pristine thighs, Shaundra could hardly believe what she'd done. The memories were surreal - bizarre, crazy, but oh so real. One look between her legs told her that she was no longer a virgin in either hole - any hole for that matter.

The more Shaundra thought about the previous evening, the more she realized how radically her life would change if the family were still serious about staying the course -- her mother, most especially. Whoring, tattoos, abbreviated dresses, pregnancy, mutt slut acts in the street -- it all seemed so insane in the light of day. And then Shaundra remembered the porta potty thing, and realized the pissers would be awakening soon -- and needing relief.

Shaundra also knew that at least two thirds of the family would assume everything was still on, that nothing had changed. They'd be coming to her door, genitals in hand, wanting relief. She wasn't sure what her mother would be like in the light of day. Having never seen her mother drunk on sex before, she had no idea how her morning afters were. She might be hot, horny, and raring to start all over again, or she might want to put a halt to everything, stop all plans, cancel all orders, blow the whistle, everyone out of the pool.

Shaundra wasn't sure which scenario she wanted but was sure she wouldn't cry if her mother had a change of heart and wanted to stop the madness. It wasn't too late to turn back -- well, not for her it wasn't. No one except family and swinging perverts saw anything naughty, and they all knew that the magic egg made her do those naughty things. The egg was responsible, and those who took advantage were to blame. No one had any doubt about that, still, though she had an out, a good excuse, Shaundra wasn't sure she wanted to use it.

The sexually awakened teenager wasn't sure she wanted a return to her sexless existence, especially if the others were planning to continue on with their nasty games. If she didn't play their dirty games, she reasoned, they might not even let her watch - bummer.

A light rap to her bedroom door ended the mental debate. The door creaked open and her mother poked her head in. Shaundra said, "I'm awake. Come on in."

Shaundra sat up in bed as Barbara came over and took a seat on the bed. Shaundra had the sheet drawn up to cover her nudity. Barbara wore her shorty robe and made sure the halves stayed closed. For a while, they just looked to each other, then Barbara said, "You were thinking about last night, weren't you?"

"Good guess. I'll be thinking about last night for ten years after my honeymoon."

"Sweetheart, ten years after the honeymoon, the memories kick into high gear. Trust me."

"I suppose you'd know, Mom."

"I know - trust me, I know....Any regrets?"

Shaundra sighed. "Yes. How about you?"

"A few. I hope you know we have opened a Pandora's Box here."

"If that means we let the devils out, I know."

"That's a good way to put it. Shaundra, your father won't want to undo any of this. Neither will Babs or the boys. Your horny daddy is finally getting sex the way he wants it, down and dirty, and with more than one partner. You might have been his second female. I'm not sure, but he doesn't get much strange -- if any. As for the others, they're finally getting some. Going back to old ways ... well, it's like trying to get toothpaste back into the tube. I doubt that I would even try to put things back the way they were."

"I know we can't go back, but what about you? You said you had regrets. Do any of them have anything to do with your plans for me?"

"All of my regrets have to do with you. We ruined you. We used you, abused you, and ruined you."

"Mom, I am not ruined. So what if I'm not a virgin anymore, anywhere on my body? Who really cares anymore? No guy that I know. You don't need to regret anything where I'm concerned, and Judge Jackson started it. I was stripped naked, whipped, shaved, and screwed before you guys did anything. He gets all the blame or credit."

Barbara smiled. "True, but we did take advantage like a pack of jackals on a wounded gazelle."

"I don't blame you, and I'm glad you did. I finally got the sex education you owed me."

"You did get an education. If you have no regrets, then neither do we. We had fun teaching you. I can't regret anything that happened when Judge Jackson was here. I agreed to it, and I responded to it - no regrets. I became a shameless bitch in heat. Ask our neighbors, but that was exactly what Judge Jackson wanted to see happen. I did my part, and you kids did your parts. We got your father off the hook, and I think we paid a small price to spare him years in prison and a criminal record. I can live with what was done, but I cannot return to normal, forgive and forget. What I did out on our front lawn sealed my fate in this neighborhood, anyway. I can live with that -- or we can relocate and start over. What happened within our family afterward will be ... more difficult to undo or run away from. That is what we need to discuss, Shaundra. I think we all got a wee bit carried away after they left."

"A wee bit? Mom, I am the family toilet."

"Just for number one, Shaundra. We would never shit in you - on you, maybe, but not in you."

"Oh, that's good to know. Now, I feel better."

They both broke into smiles. Barbara ruffled Shaundra's hair and said, "Tell me what to do, Shaundra. We can stay on this dark and dirty path and leave you out of it. Your life needn't change other than the fact that you'll reside in a whore house that is also used as a breeding kennel for human bitches. I can spare you any involvement, but I can't hide what's going on. At least, I wouldn't want to try. You can join us or watch us. Your call."

"Well, I like some of it. I like having sex. Really like it. I don't think I'd mind doing it with dogs, either. You sure make it look good. You put the best in bestiality, mom."

"In public? Out on our front lawn? In broad daylight?"

"In a small group, maybe, but I don't know about going outdoors and doing it."

"You heard Judge Jackson. Doing it with dogs should be as dogs do it, out in the open without shame. I showed you how inter-species mating is done properly. Just picture that with the sun beating down and more people gathered around. If you are one of us - a player - that's how you'd be expected to do it, Shaundra."

"If I had to, I suppose I could, but I'm not sure I'd want to suck them the way you did."

"When you are on your hands and knees in a pack of horny dogs, they will force the issue. Some will mount over your head and start poking a dick at your mouth. What are you going to do, bite it?"

Shaundra giggled, then said, "No. Chances are, I'd open my mouth and suck."

"And let them fuck you in the mouth?"

"I suppose I'd have no choice if I open my mouth for them, but I doubt that I could swallow what comes out."

"Spitting it out would be an insult to man or beast. Judge Jackson would never allow it. If you make a bitch pussy of your mouth, then you make a bitch womb of your belly."

"I'll have to think about that some more, then. As for the other stuff, I wouldn't mind a few nasty tattoos, but I wouldn't want them to ever show; at least nothing that would show outside a one-piece swim suit."

"That's reasonable, but you'd have to forfeit your entire back area and wear a shirt with the suit. Tattooing your beautiful body was more popular than I ever imagined it would be. We quickly ran out of spaces. I can't even guarantee we'd stop there."

"If I must. I suppose I can always tell my future husband a story about being abducted by childish bikers. If he really loves me, the tattoos won't matter, right?"

"True, but you'll have to meet your Mr. Right outside Clay County. No one from around here would buy a story like that, not after seeing every tattoo you receive appear over time."

Shaundra smiled. "I plan to meet my man in college, so tattoo away. Whatever you do, bikers did -- and it was horrible, disgusting. I'm, like, still traumatized by it and stuff."

"That's the spirit. Make him horny by telling him how they made you work as a whore for them, serving man and beast."

"Yes, that would make my man horny. That's how I'll know if he's my Mr. Right. If he doesn't get a good hard-on after hearing my rape stories, he's Mr. Wrong."

"Hell, your daddy could be your Mr. Right."

"He sure could, but he's taken."

"Yes, but if he knew how you feel, he'd leave me in a heart beat. You pick on someone your own age."

Shaundra laughed, hugged her mother, then sat back in reflective thought. After a full minute while Barbara examined the breasts which came out following the hug, Shaundra said, "As for the church, there are a few men I'd like to be a whore for, but to play the whore for everyone ... eh. That would be tough, and I'm not sure the congregation would tolerate what you have in mind."

Pulling the sheet down to expose her daughter's crotch, Barbara said while staring at the pussy she unveiled, "I think they would. If you ask me, The Christ Crusaders are the biggest hypocrites in town."

"You think so, mom?"

She ran her fingers of the gorgeous pussy lips of her teenage daughter's warming cunt. "I never told you this because you were so ate-up with their bullshit, but they are the horniest bunch, and the women that I know are as bad as the men."

"I agree, but they are all playing the goody role and pretending to be outraged by wickedness. Just by putting on a show, they could spell trouble for a brazen whore."

"You just be a brazen whore and let Mommy worry about their spelling," Barbara said, sending a fuck finger in deep.

"Oh, mommy, fuck."

"My advice to you is be a brazen whore for all sexes and all ages, even their pets, and you'll have no trouble in the pews," she said, feeling around inside.

"I will, mommy," Shaundra moaned.

"Keep giving that preacher-man all the tight young pussy he wants, and you'll become a fixture there," she said easing two -- and then three -- fingers into her teenager, in and out in a simulated fuck motion. "Hell, they might start worshiping this nasty hole you have between your legs."

After giggling long and loud as she thrashed, Shaundra said, "Nasty hole is right. You should have seen this tight young pussy when I first woke up ... wow. I had to crack through the fuck-crust to get my legs apart this morning."

"Mine was no better, but that's a sign of a gal who had herself a good time. You get in good with the fucking flock and you'll always wake up crusty."

"I might like that, especially if they start worshiping between my legs, singing hymms to my pussy."

"Hymm, hymm, let hymmmmmm..."

"Mom, that's a dumb hymm."

"What hymm? That was their prayer."

After the giggling, while enduring a slow and pleasant fingering, Shaundra said, "The porta potty thing I have mixed feelings about. Now that I've done it and didn't get sick, it's kinda neat in a kinky way. I like having my mouth on other people's genitals -- girls and guys, dogs, too, probably. I loved watching you do it. That surprised me. Sucking on a dick or a pussy while someone is pissing is the kinky part, but like I said, I got to where that was neat. Nasty, sure, but neat. Hot. I especially like getting someone off with my mouth. I love that part."

"We could tell. You are very oral."

"I know. The trouble is, I know I won't feel like doing it most of the time, especially in the mornings. Right now, a mouthful of warm piss sounds like cold shit. I suppose what I'm saying is, I want to pick and choose the things I do, when I do them, and who I do them to."

Barbara shurgged, easing a fourth finger into her daughter's well-slicked cunt. "I'm sure you do, but it can't work that way. Others will be in control if you are included. You'll answer to several pimps: me, your father, Judge Jackson, my father, my mother, even Arnold from next door. You'll serve them all as a willing whore, willing to do anything to please them, with anyone or anything that pleases them, any time they please."

"Arnold?"

"Yes. He has been after me relentlessly. After he hears about what went down here last night, I expect him to drop in wanting to cash in. He will, and if you're in, he'll cash in on you, too."

"Yeah, he's been after me relentlessly, too. He sure is a horny guy. He should join my church. He'd fit right in. They'd make him an elder right off the bat once they see his constant hard-on."

"Since we have such a horny neighbor, I think offering him pussy is the neighborly thing to do, don't you?"

Shaundra bucked her hip back against her mothers thrusts. "Fuck, yes. I do, now, and I think he deserves to have us both. He is kinda cute in a dirty-old-man sorta way, don't you think?"

"Yes, and I always have."

"Me, too. I think he's great, like a grown-up little boy. You wouldn't believe all the fantasies I have about him, or all the nasty things I've let him and his dog do. I've been trying to get up the courage to let them both fuck me."

"From now on, I plan to spread my married legs for him and his dog as often as he pleases. The only question is, will you do likewise?"

"I'd like to; I really would. The trouble is, if we give him pussy, it won't be a secret. Everyone will know that we're passing out free pussy, and then it'll get around school. Once it gets around school, the people at church will know. I'd be a real whore in no time -- maybe even a pregnant one, knowing Arnold. I doubt that he'd use a condom with a whore."

"I doubt anyone will. I know your father won't."

"He didn't, and I don't want to get pregnant."

Barbara laughed. "The only way I can protect you is to put the word out that you are not to be meddled with. What I'm saying is, it's all or nothing, Shaundra. You have to choose and right now. I have to piss and I need to know where to go."

"Mom, I'd be more inclined to want in if you'd go to the bathroom toilet while I think about it."

"Too bad. I'm already spoiled. I will not piss in cold porcelain while I have a warm mouth to piss in. Besides, the commode won't eat me to orgasm after I piss in it. That's a big plus, Shaundra. Would it help if I took off the robe and showed you what you'll be sucking on should you decide you want in?"

"Would you mind? I could use a memory jog."

"Not at all," Barbara said, standing. She faced the bed, and dropped the robe from her tight body. "There...jog your memory?"

Staring at her mother's bald pusyy, Shaundra licked her lips and said, "It sure does. I wasn't dreaming. I really did shave your pussy, didn't I?"

"Shaved it, licked it, video taped it, guided cocks into it, sucked fuck from it, and drank my piss from it, and let's not forget you lived inside this bald pussy for nine months. This is your mother's cunt you're staring at."

"Thanks for reminding me. Now, I feel like a pervert."

"Let's help you look like one. Here, I'll sit on your vanity. You kneel before me while you think about this."

"Kinky. Okay."

Barbara went over and made a wide beaver by sitting on the edge of the vanity table, leaning back against the mirror. Shaundra got to her knees centered on the gaping maw of her mother's cunt. Barbara said, "That's better but not good enough. Get your mouth glued to my pisser and let me give you a mouthful of nice warm pee pee."

"Mom!"

"Think about this decision with a mouthful of piss. I want you to be certain this is what you want should you decide that this is what you want."

"You just want to get one more piss in just in case I choose to stay out of it."

Barbara let a hard squirt go right in Shaundra's face, laughing at her stunned reaction, saying, "Could be, but you'll never know until you fasten your potty mouth to my pisser."

Wiping her face and neck with both hands, Shaundra said in mock distress, "Mom, that is so gross, pissing right in my face."

"I'm helping," Barbara said, pulling the cunt lips apart to expose the vaginal guts. "There, now, wrap your sexy lips around Mommy's pisser. You may as well take the whole clit, too."

In a shrug of resignation, Shaundra leaned in and made an oral seal around her mother's clit and urethra. Barbara said, "Ummm, yes, that's divine. Now, suck like a baby at the tit.... Oh, yes, that's good. Oh, fuck yes, that's good. Suck on that nasty pussy, Bitch. Forget that baby shit, suck my cunt like a starving dyke."

"Mom, you are so nasty."

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Shaundra. Eat."

Shaundra began sucking hard on as much cunt guts as possible, lapping at her young mother's cunt with her long teen tongue.

Barbara smiled. "Okay, are you ready?"

Shaundra nodded, her lips fastened to her mother's clit.

"You suck, I'll just relax. When you have yourself a mouthful of pee pee, stop sucking. If you swallow and keep on sucking, I'll know what you decided. Here it comes - nice, warm, Mommy piss, the breakfast of champions - yummy, yummy, yummy."

Shaundra had half a mouthful but had to swallow in order to allow the laugh out. When her mouth came free of the pussy, piss streamed into her face. Barbara cut the flow but only after Shaundra was soaked and dripping, she then sat smuggly smiling as Shaundra caught her breath, wiped her face, and said, "That didn't count, and that was also rotten. You know, Mom, I'm beginning to think you don't want a fellow whore and porta potty. You're not making this easy, you know."

"I'm not trying to. This decision will be irrevocable, so I don't want you to ever look back and think you were lured into this mess. Just the opposite. When you are covered in filthy tattoos and delivering a bastard while sucking on a dog's dick in a large crowd, I want you to remember how hard I tried to discourage you."

With that, Shaundra got another drenching which ended with a fart.

"Oh gross, Mother. Did you have to fart in my face? Isn't peeing in my face bad enough?"

"Evidently not. You don't look discouraged. Get another mouthful, Shaundra. We need to get this show on the road."

"I hope you know this qualifies as child abuse. At least, I'm pretty sure it does."

While refastening her mouth, Shaundra's mommy said, "In Clay County Arkansas, this is considered excessive nurturing - vaginal nursing. In order to abuse a child here, I would have to shit in your mouth and make you swallow, wipe my asshole with your tongue, then beat you senseless for eating shit, which I might do if you don't hurry and make a fucking decision."

While giving her energetically-sucking daughter another mouthful, Barbara said, "Here's how we'll do this. Swallow the piss to say you're in; spit it in my face to say you want out, but if you spit piss in my face you'll be grounded until doomsday."

Shaundra broke up laughing and sputtered piss all over her mother's loins. Swallowing what was left in order to laugh out loud, Shaundra cried out once the laughter eased, "That didn't count, either. Mom, stop cracking jokes. I see what you're doing. You're trying to get in a full-bladder suck-off one mouthful at a time."

"Suck my pissy pussy and make a damn decision, bitch."

"I have to think this over. This is a big step in a toilet's life, deciding whether or not to become a bitch whore."

"So, I take it you plan to remain a toilet regardless."

"I wouldn't mind doing it for just you."

"I'm flattered, but the family needs your services as well, and they'll be needing them soon. Get another mouthful and we'll discuss the pros and cons of wet sexual slavery."

Shaundra giggled. "How will we discuss anything? I'll have a mouthful of piss."

Taking the back of Shaundra's head and drawing her to the sopping wet maw, Barbara said while Shaundra took the fill-up, "I'll talk, you listen, and don't just hang there breathing in my cunt odor like a fucking dyke - suck cunt like one!"

With a mouthful of piss, Shaundra sucked and tongue-twirled pussy flesh as best she could while looking up to her mother's amused face. Barbara said, "Not bad. I'm sure you'll do better after you swallow. Now, here's what we're going to do. I'll outline for you exactly what we'll be doing with you, but this is not limiting in any way. This is just to let you know current plans, the shit we intend to start with. Don't forget, other people have their own ideas. If you find anything you know you can't live with, spit the piss out and stand up. Don't swallow until I'm finished. Understood?"

Shaundra nodded. Barbara said, "If you want in, you will be a sex slave to Judge Jackson Freeman, probably the biggest pervert north of Little Rock. Short of physically harming you, whatever he wants to do with you is fine by us. You will also whore for us and for anyone we should designate. Right now, that list stands at the names I mentioned earlier, but the list is subject to grow and will include dogs - lots and lots of dogs. You will be a whore for your church, and I will send you off looking like one, as good as nude, maybe even buck naked with little more than a dog collar, a butt-plug, sneakers and nipple rings. You will bear and wear any tattoos, ornaments, clothing articles, torture devices, or substance we deem necessary to degrade and humiliate you."

Shaundra made a disagreeable face that meant she wanted more explicit information, but Barbara ignored the silent request and went on, "We want you pregnant and we don't care by whom. No birth control; no abortions. Any sperm is welcome deep in your cunt at any time of the month. When you are ovulating, you'll wear a sign that says, 'Fuck me, I'm a fertile bitch.' For the five days of ovulation, you'll wear your sign to church, school, out shopping, on walks, everywhere and always, and that sign will be pretty much all you'll be wearing."

Shaundra didn't exactly like this part, but couldn't see how her mother could possibly be serious -- so she saw no reason to interrupt with questions. Barbara took note of the silent questions wrinkling Shaundra's expression but went on, "Any dog that wants you can have you; any time, anywhere. You are a bitch who is always in heat, and bitches fuck in public. You'll wear a dog collar with a tag that says 'BITCH' in bold letters. You will never leave this house with a bitch cunt that is not easy to get to or easy to see from dog level."

Shaundra groaned, running her along her mother's shapely thighs as sucking for more piss.

"I'll dab bitch heat scent between your legs before sending you out -- and that will include to school and church. You will also be walking to and from both from now on."

Shaundra moaned now, pinching her nipples and rolling firm teen tit-flesh in her palms.

Barbara continued. "I expect you'll be late to both from now on, so you'll leave early enough to allow for mating en-route."

Shaundra not only moaned, she began playing with her pussy. Barbara took note of this fact as though expecting that response. She patted Shaundra's head and said, "You will be a well-known bitch in this county, Shaundra. We'll see to that. I know you think I'm kidding, but I'm dead serious. Clay County has no obscenity laws on the books -- none. Mother and I did some checking. There is nothing to say a woman can't mate with anything she chooses to mate with, and in public, buck naked."

Taking her mouth off just long enough to swallow and say, "Mom, you can't be serious."

Refilling the resealed mouth, Barbara said, "I am most serious, Shaundra. This is a longstanding fantasy of mine, and you have been my favorite subject since becoming so adorably fuckable at the age of twelve. Been almost a year, now."

Swallowing, then saying, "You're fucking sick. I hope you know that."

Refilling her daughter, Barbara said, "So are many others in this backwoods burg. Believe it or not, it has already been done, by your grandmother for one. I saw her fuck three large dogs in Griffin Park when I was younger than you are now. I wasn't the only one watching, nor was that the only time."

Swallowing, then saying, "And nobody stopped her?"

While pissing, Barbara said, "I told you, there are no laws regarding obscenity or public indecency. There never has been. The founders probably thought such laws didn't need to be on the books. Judge Jackson can see that no new laws get passed. Without a law to enforce, the cops can do nothing but watch along with everyone else. I know of two uniformed cops that stood by and watched your grandma do her bitch-in-heat routine. This may be the only place in the western hemisphere where a girl can openly become a true bitch. You can literally walk the streets here wearing only high heels and a dog collar - even a dog. We're going to prove it."

Shaundra moaned louder, frigged harder, and sucked pussy harder. She had begun swallowing piss by the tablespoonful and more dribbled out to replace any that went down the hatch. This constant swallowing and pissing had progressed to the point where holding a mouthful was moot, so Shaundra stopped trying and swallowed all that flowed.

Barbara took no obvious note as she went on, "When I say we, I mean you, me, Babs, and Grandma -- she's barely in her forties -- but you'll be up front leading the way, breaking ground for all two legged bitches in Clay County. I believe there is a truckload of bitches here who want to come out of the closet and do their mating out in the street the way bitches should. You'll be their inspiration. We will follow your lead and the rest will follow ours. If all goes well, before long, when any three human females meet on the street, at least one will kneel for any dog that stops to sniff pussy."

Shaundra neared orgasm and sucked voraciously as her mother pissed freely, still talking: "That is my personal goal, Shaundra. I want to make our little corner of the Ozarks a haven for mutt fuckers - Clay County Arkansas, the mutt fucking capital of the world. Hell, we're already the incest capital. If all the incest fuckers came out of the closet, the streets would be jam packed with mother fuckers and daddy suckers, brother humpers and sister bangers, and there'd be room in our closets to get all the junk out of our yards. We're just getting with the program. This family has a lot of catching up to do, but we will soon lead the way for all the rest. Mark my words. You'll see."

With the last of the pee down the hatch, Shaundra focused on her own clit and drove herself over the top in a dramatic orgasm; this time, one that was more like her mother's, a screamer which woke the household. When she sat back on her heels to get her breath, Barbara said, "You'd better go purge. You are about to get more business, loud mouth."

"Mom, I am so screwed if you are serious about this. You are, aren't you?"

"Very. You can only fantasize something for so long before you must act on it."

"Are you serious about laying me over the fire hydrant the way you said you would, you know, naked, backwards with my legs tied apart?"

"Exciting, isn't it? Yes, little Shaundra. I'll be speaking with Arnold about the device that will make it possible. I'm sure he'll come up with something effective and comfortable for you and anything that wants to mount you."

"Yeah, but suppose there's a fire?"

"One fireman will fuck you while the rest fight the fire."

"Without water? I'll be lying over the water turn-on thingie, and my legs will be tied to the thingies they need to couple their hoses to."

"I'm sure they'll improvise, maybe fight the fire with garden hoses. With a sexy young thing like you staked out on the hydrant, I'm sure they'll be in no hurry."

"Yeah, well you'd better hope it isn't our house that's on fire."

"We'll put in a sprinkler system."

"Mom, you're sick if you go through with this. I'm serious, tying your minor daughter to a fire hydrant so that neighborhood dogs can have their way with her is sick sick sick, even for the crotch of the Ozarks."

"I know, but I don't care, care, care -- and neither will anyone else, I'm guessing. No one from this neighborhood, anyway."

"Yes, but other people come into our neighborhood: the police, the mailman, delivery people, the paper boy, relatives, guests, lots of people that aren't so cool. And don't forget the firemen. They may not like someone fucking on their fire plug. It's bad enough that all the dogs piss on it."

"Look, I've had this doggie business forced on me, but after what I did out on the front lawn last night, I decided to go for broke and make fantasy a reality or die trying. You would have a tough time being a nice girl with a mom like me, so you made the right decision."

"What decision? All I did was keep from drowning."

"Then give me your decision, Shaundra. You just remember ... if you choose to be in, and you return home from any church activity without fuck running down to both heels, you go on the plug in your birthday suit. Maybe two hours on the plug will make you try harder next time."

"And you are serious about that? Honestly serious -- two hours?"

"I am dead serious, Shaundra. I will do it, and I will enjoy doing it. I'll draw a large crowd and see to it that there are lots and lots of horny dogs on hand."

"Fuck!"

"Yes, there will be plenty of that, too -- puddled at the base of the hydrant and in your bitch belly. You'll be strung up in such a way that a nice doggie with a load in his balls can fuck the hole he chooses - ass, mouth, or pussy."

"Christ. I am so screwed."

"Seriously, are you in or out? I want your decision, now, and there will be no going back if you want in. Once in, you're in. My rules."

"I guess I'm in, but I still can't believe what you're planning to do. It's crazy, even for Clay County. There are good, decent people here and they'll be up in arms if two-legged bitches start mating in the streets. Some of them will be outraged just at the sight of public nudity. Judge Jackson isn't that powerful that he can stand up to hundreds of pissed off citizens, especially if they go to the state capital for help, and I'll bet they do just that -- and quick -- after seeing or even hearing about a naked girl tied over a fire hydrant by her perverted mommy. I say this blows up the first time you place me on the hydrant, or after I do any public screwing outside our neighborhood."

"If it blows up, it blows up, but I can't see Bill Clinton finding any fault in our activities. Hell, he might move the state capital to Clay County."

"He might come here on a fact finding mission, and he might get in line to fuck me, but then he'd go back and act like a governor. They say he wants to be the president, you know."

"That may be, but I have it on good authority that Hillary is a true bitch. Mom knows her very well, and the only thing they have in common is their mutual love of mutt dicks. In fact, it was Hillary who talked Mom into trying them at a sorority slumber party back in the sixties."

"That may be, mom -- but she'd like to be the First Lady, so she'll act outraged, too. Mom, I know how hypocrites are. They are one way and act another. That's what makes them hypocrites. You're right, The Christ Crusaders are a bunch of hypocrites, same as Southern Baptists. Bill and Hillary are Southern Baptists. I'm sure they'll both love this shit, but they'll act outraged just for show."

"If the state comes down on us, at that time, we'll pack up and go west, but not until we give it the good ole college try. At any rate, we won't be breaking any laws as they stand now, so we'll be free to leave and the law won't be after us. If obscenity laws get passed, we'll stop. You let me and your father worry about all the what ifs. You just do exactly as you're told. Right now, go purge. You have customers approaching and you still owe me a climax, young lady."

Shaundra stood with bloated belly, saying, "Please, Mother, young ladies don't slosh when they move. Since I'm now part of the 'IN' crowd, bitch or whore would be more appropriate."

The bedroom door opened and three sleepy-eyed kids with full bladders filed in as Barbara said, "Go purge your whore ass, Bitch."

* * *

A small orgy got underway shortly after the three younger Turner children walked into their big sister's bedroom wanting relief. Daddy Jack wandered in after both boys had been fully serviced and while eleven-year-old Babs was getting her first orgasm of the day sucked out of her. He couldn't wait and gave Shaundra a piss enema. The family didn't sit down to breakfast until ten-thirty, so they had brunch.

To try and get everyone thinking about something other than sex, Barbara insisted that they all get dressed. They did so, but covering up the goodies didn't help much. Shaundra didn't keep panties on for very long, and Babs never wore them in the first place. Barbara ignored all the nastiness and sexual horseplay, even fingers wormed up her private holes while trying to prepare a meal.

Jacking off Jack found the whole scene very amusing. He shot his wad in Babs' ear while she lapped at her mother's bald slit from the rear. Shaundra was called on to orally clean her sister just as brunch was served by a mother with her dress rucked up to her pits with a feather duster stuffed up her ass, clearly demonstrating that life in the Turner household would not ever be the same again.

After setting the food out and getting everyone in their places, Barbara removed the anal feather duster, restored her dress, and said, "Enough is enough, you brats. Jack, put that one-eyed wonder worm of yours away and help me out here."

Daddy Jack stopped playing with his dick and assumed his place at the head of the table, saying while Babs toyed with his flaccid cock, "All right, you heard your mother. Sit down, shut up, and eat. Babs, you can pull your chair up next to mine."

Barbara shouted, "Babs, put your father's cock down and sit in your seat, and leave your chair right where it is."

Disappointed and pouting, preteen Babs released her father's organ and said while sitting, "I gotta pee again."

Shaundra groaned, "Mom, I have served her six times since she got up. She doesn't need to pee, she just likes having my face between her legs. Enough is enough."

"I agree," Barbara said, turning to address Babs. "No more for you until I say so; otherwise, you can go back to using a real toilet."

"Shaundra is a real toilet."

"I said, enough. If I have to say it one more time to anyone, Shaundra will go back to being just a plain whore."

Shaundra appeased insulted, saying, "Plain? Thanks a lot, Mother."

"You haven't done anything out of the ordinary yet, young lady; plenty of thirteen-year olds have been fucked. How special you are may change when Arnold arrives. Speaking of our horny neighbor, I expect he'll be popping in on us very soon. I'm surprised he hasn't popped in yet. When he does, I don't want anything to look any different to him."

Andy said, "I thought you wanted to get it on with him. Shouldn't we all be naked so he'll know it's okay?"

"Arnold doesn't need to know it's okay. From what he hears about last night, he should be plenty encouraged. He won't take no for an answer. I just want to see how he handles a situation like this with Jack here."

Shaundra smiled, "Knowing Arnold, Daddy being here won't matter."

Jack said, "In the long run, no. What your Mom wants is foreplay. My being here will slow him down, make it last, drag it out. In woman terms, that's foreplay."

Rudy said, "So, who wants it dragged out. I wanna see him fuck Mom with that big ole wanger of his."

With a mouthful, Daddy Jack said, "You kids are in too much of a hurry. You'll see plenty of fucking, especially if he brings that horny mutt of his with him, which I expect he will. It should prove interesting to see how he goes about it with all of us here and everything looking normal."

Barbara said, "Exactly. Thank you, Jack. I wasn't sure you appreciated what I was after. Now, you kids get with the program. Go back to how you used to be. Pretend you aren't perverted. Shaundra, pretend you're still a virgin. I'm sure no one told him otherwise."

Babs said, "What about me? I'm perverted when I'm normal. He screwed me a bunch of times already, in my butt and my pussy - my mouth, too."

"That figures. I suppose you've had Ranger, too?"

"Yup - ass, mouth, and pussy since I was eight. He likes fucking my pussy best; so does Uncle Arnold."

Jack fired, "Stop calling that child molester 'Uncle.' That pervert ain't no relation of ours."

Barbara corrected, "Jack, a child should call her adult molester 'Uncle.' I believe it is appropriate in this case."

Jack shrugged at the logic as Barbara addressed Babs, saying, "Do call him Uncle, and be overly affectionate with him, but I want you in pants for this visit."

"Aw, Mom! Pants?"

"Don't aw-mom me. You've had them; now it's our turn. One of us gets Ranger; the other will amuse Arnold; and we don't need any distractions. I want that slut pussy of yours under tight wraps. Go put them on now, just in case he shows up."

Getting up, Babs whined, "Aw Mom!"

He father smacked her grade-school-aged ass, making her squeal. "Git!"

Barbara smiled and turned to Shaundra. "Your instructions are just the opposite. I want that pussy of yours available -- not visible, but available. Why don't you put your little pink dress on, with nothing on under it? I think that would do nicely. When they arrive, you get up and make yourself available. If Ranger wants at it, you let him with only a very mild resistance. You can push at him, but you keep those knees at least one foot apart while you do, and don't push hard, understand?"

"I understand, but I think this will be better if I be my usual self."

"And just what is your usual self?"

"Lately, I've been letting Ranger lick me between my legs, and the past few times, I let Arnold lift my skirt to watch. The very last time, which was two days ago, Arnold pulled the crotch of my panties aside so that Ranger could lick inside my slit. I resisted, but I ended up letting him, and I eventually took the panties off and sat in a beaver -- a real good one, one like you were in sitting on my vanity. I even let Arnold get his fingers wet and finger my asshole."

"Really? You went that far?"

"Yes. He knows I'm almost ready to go all the way. I told him I will when I'm ready. Shouldn't we take up where we left off? When he sees I have no panties on and I'm shaved, he'll assume I'm ready."

"Yes, but not ready to go all the way with your whole family looking on. Think how you would you be in that case."

Shaundra giggled. "Well, I wouldn't be wearing my pink dress with no slip or undies in that case. Mom, that dress is almost transparent without the slip."

"I don't care. I want you in that dress, and I want Arnold to get ideas. What I actually want is to see you get seduced by his dog because he caught you at a vulnerable moment, wearing a dress I'm doing alterations on. In fact, it can be just hanging on you, not zipped, maybe pinned up in front to bring the hem to within an inch or two of your pussy. I want you barefoot, too, like you were about to take a shower when I grabbed you to slip the dress on."

"If you want this to look real, I should be standing on a chair and you should have sewing stuff lying all over the table. Let's make it look right, because I would never wear that dress that way otherwise."

"Good idea. Everyone, eat up. We need to get this table cleared and ready."

Babs returned wearing jeans and her sourpuss expression. Barbara said, "Babs, take your food to your room and finish eating, then stay there until you hear Arnold."

"Aw, Mom!"

"The rest of you get lost. Go out back ... no, go out to the garage. You can all filter back in after he enters the house, but I want him to find me and Shaundra alone at first, in the middle of something intimate, but something that looks normal for a mother and daughter. Come on, places everyone."

Shaundra went off to put the dress on. Babs hated going away, and the boys were not happy, either. Jack liked the idea, so he took the boys and ushered them along. Soon, Shaundra and Barbara were alone. Shaundra had the pink dress on, but that's all. Barbara was busy making the table look like a seamstress table. When she saw Shaundra enter the room, she stopped to admire the sight, saying, "God damn, Shaundra. You look fuckable as all get out, girl."

"I feel fuckable as all get out. I feel more exposed than when I'm naked."

"Turn slowly in place."

Shaundra made the slow turn, beaming and blushing, exposing her bare back between the wide parts of the unzipped dress halves. Barbara whistled and said, "Hot. You look hot, sweetheart."

Now facing her mother, Shaundra smiled and said, "I am so wet, Mother. If he doesn't show up soon, I'll need to wear a tampon to keep this slit slime from running down my legs."

"Don't worry, Ranger will lick it up."

"If Arnold doesn't beat him to it. I'm more concerned with how this will look."

"So am I, but it's not all that important. We just need to get this off to a good start, and seeing you like this should do the trick nicely, very nicely. Let's get in our places. Here, mount this chair and face away from the front door."

Shaundra mounted the chair. "Goddamn, he'll be able to see right up this dress."

"Yep. When I answer the door, you shyly turn to face us trying to hide your bare back, which, of course, will expose your front. Here, let me pin that hem up."

Barbara pinned the front hem up so that the folded edge came just under the pussy' a man would only need to slightly dip to see naked, bald teenage cunt. A dog would only need to look up to see everything from tail bone to belly button. Shaundra looked down and said, "Mom, you would never be hemming a dress up this high. Get real."

"So what? This will get a dick in you faster, and by the looks of things, you need one fast."

Shaundra bowed her knees out to join her mother in a look, laughing, "See, I told you I was wet."

Feeling over the slimy wet slit and then inserting a finger, Barbara said, "Very wet. This is excellent pussy. Tell me, Shaundra, how close were you to going all the way, and with whom - Arnold or the dog?"

"Pretty close, and I guess with both. I just always assumed the dog would get whatever Arnold got, or vice versa. Of course, Arnold always gave me that impression."

"Same with me, and that's why Arnold never got any pussy. Until last night, I swore I'd never be a bitch. I could kick myself now, though."

"I'm not sure whether that fact slowed things up or sped them along. When I was with Arnold, having the dog do the dirty work sped things along, but when I sat in church, knowing I'd have to do his dog, too -- well, that fact slowed things back down. I guess I always figured the dog would get me first, get my cherry, and that sorta freaked me out. To tell you the truth, Mom, I was ready to let Arnold fuck me a few months ago."

"Interesting. Would you have let him cum in your pussy?"

"Probably, if he got me hot enough -- and with Ranger's help, he always got me hot enough. Whenever I thought of fucking Arnold, I never thought of rubbers or of him pulling out."

"Good. Now I don't feel so guilty. You'd have gotten yourself knocked up sooner or later anyway."

"Probably. Right now, I wish he'd fuck twins into me."

"So do I. If he screws me, I'll ask him to cum in you. Let's hope your baby hole isn't full of doggie dick at the time. I'd like to see you beg him to pump your womb full of baby juice."

"My womb is already full of baby juice. Most of what is leaking out is baby juice. Mom, let's wipe this mess up. This doesn't look right."

"It looks damned sexy, but I suppose you're right. I'll get some paper towels. Hold steady."

DING DONG.

Barbara ran for the paper towels, shouting, "Oh shit, that must be him."

After grabbing a handful of paper towels, Barbara dashed back to Shaundra and gave her inner thighs and crack a quick wiping, then tossed the towels behind the sofa on her way to the door. Stopping to adjust her dress and check her hair, she opened the door and acted surprised, saying, "Arnold, not now. Jack is home and so are all the kids; besides, I am not in the mood. I know why you are here, and despite what happened last night, or what you may have heard, nothing has changed."

Arnold ignored Barbara after seeing Shaundra. He also watched her turn to face them in a defensive crouch, hiding her crotch from the dog that made a beeline for it, soon trying to wedge his nose between her clenched thighs. Arnold joined Ranger as Barbara followed, still trying to get Arnold to leave.

The others had heard the door bell and that was their signal to re-enter. All four converged on the dining room at the same time, but Arnold only had eyes for Shaundra as she ineffectively shielded her pussy from the determined animal who now had her thighs wedged apart enough to admit his muzzle.

The massive, crew-cut, tattooed, hairy, balding, and unshaven Arnold -- wearing flip flops, boxer shorts, and a faded spagetti-strap T-shirt, his summertime uniform -- made a beeline for Shaundra. He followed directly in his dog's large paw prints, with a swiftly rising nine-inch muscle cock pointing the way. Arnold liked to wear printed boxer shorts as outer wear because underwear excited kids and gave them peeks through the fly opening at his big muscle cock. The one-eyed monster often came lurching out through the opening, and little girls liked to swing from it.

He was a child molester from central casting. Everyone knew he was molesting children, but other than sticking parts of him in parts of them, he was considered harmless. Though a big bruiser and a rough talker, no one ever knew Arnold to lift a hand against anyone. His handyman skills and willingness to help out kept him in good graces. His penchant for young stuff, for the most part, was overlooked in Clay County.

Those closing in and gathering around saw the dog's long tongue snaking through fingers to get to vaginal wetness. Jack held back so as not to slow the progress, not that Arnold gave him any notice, as though he weren't present at all. Barbara said, "Arnold, please control your animal."

"He's just being friendly -- like he was with you last night, Barbara. I told you you'd kneel and suck off my dog in a crowd, didn't I?"

"I did not suck him off. I just sucked on his penis for a little while. He decided to mount me, but even that didn't go to completion."

"Yeah, I heard you two got hosed down, he said, turning to Jack. "You ever hose my dog again and I'll put a hurtin' on you you'll never forget, man."

"Damnit, Arnold, a man should have the right to stop a dog from raping his wife in public."

"Not my dog, he don't. I should make you strip the bitch and hold her down for him. I would, and she'd love it -- but he seems more interested in your sexy daughter. I suppose you're going to tell me a man's got the right to stop that, too."

Jack hung his head, giving Arnold encouragement. Babs gave Arnold even more by coming alongside him and fishing his cock out -- drawing no response from the mother or father. This also encouraged Babs, who began jacking. She then placed her mouth over the bulbous head and began sucking. Arnold couldn't believe they weren't trying to stop her, but was not about to look a gift whore in the mouth or break the spell by drawing attention to the eleven-year blond fuck-bunny sucking on his rod.

Wanting to keep the momentum going, Arnold sternly said, "That's what I thought. You get over here and pull Shaundra's hands out of his way."

When Jack stepped behind Shaundra and took hold of her wrists, pulling them behind her back despite her struggling protests, Arnold took heart and further ordered, "You keep your little bitch under control for him until he's all finished with her, and I'll call us even."

Shaundra squirmed and kept her legs clenched. On his own, Jack took both hands in one of his and used the other to deliver a firm swat to her ass, shouting, "Hold still, damnit. Now, move your damn legs apart so he can get at your pussy. The sooner we get this done with, the better. Damnit, Shaundra, don't fight me. Just relax your legs and go with it. Andy, Rudy, lend me a hand here."

Andy and Rudy each took a knee and forced it out to the extreme, giving the dog and its owner a good look at the core of their sister. When Barbara came alongside of Arnold, she had the same view. She stared at Ranger's tongue action as he lapped all through and inside of Shaundra. Barbara looked down frequently to see how Babs was doing on the cock. Arnold only had mesmerized eyes for the unreal scene going on in front of him, never thinking Jack would get into the assigned role and assist in the bestial rape of his own daughter. To draw the two boys into the task was a most pleasant surprise, one that had Arnold's cock throbbing in the young girl's mouth and pumping fist.

Barbara drew intimately closer, put one arm around his ample waist, and took hold of his cock, taking over the dick pumping operation from her young daughter. While jacking him into a sucking heat of a greedy preteen mouth, she leaned in with lips brushing his ear. She purred, "I do love a take-charge man with a large cock. You discovered my weakness, Arnie. Make Jack strip her naked for you and Ranger. Stake your claim on all the pussy under his roof. Show him who's boss. You make me horny, Arnie. Make me horny-er."

Arnold wasted no time in impressing the lady of the house. He ordered Shaundra stripped naked, then ordered her laid over the ottoman on her back. He ordered her to be mated. By this time, the three guys were all too happy to mate the bitch. Shaundra's energetic struggles were useless, doing little more than making her tight teen body glisten with sweat, but they looked great to the hedonists watching.

Even Ranger seemed to appreciate the scene being laid out before him. Usually over-eager, he waited patiently until the young bitch was laid out and spread wide for him. He then marched over her twisting, squirming, writhing body and let Andy guide the long doggie dong to the virgin (he and his owner thought) mark. Once inside the little psudo-virgin's tight pussy, Ranger took over and screwed that squealing little bitch to within an inch of her life, leaving her panting, cross-eyed, and very messy.

The fucking was the most dramatic act of bestiality any had seen, and they had all seen a great deal of great mutt fucking. No one had seen more than Arnold had, but he too looked enthralled by seeing tiny, tight Shaundra in action. At first she struggled to escape, then struggled to avoid, then struggled to fuck back. She climaxed with the dog, then sucked his spent dick with her hungry pussy now that they had released her and she was free to move as she pleased. To add to the moment, Barbara again leaned close and sexily whispered, "God, this is making my pussy wet, Arnie. I know I shouldn't want this, but I do. I am so fucking naughty."

Babs got flooded with sperm, pumped into her mouth by a mother's loving hand. Arnold stood in the midst of this post-mating in awe, looking down at the young mouth nursing on his spent rod while the mother milked the limber flesh for her daughter, helping her get it all. Looking up, he saw Ranger ease away and saw the fat dick plop out of a thoroughly fucked pussy. Doggie fuck poured from the child as she struggled up to look between her own legs, again held wide by excited siblings. Her father assisted her in looking, holding a hand to her upper back. For a dirty old man who thought he'd seen it all, this was one for the books.

Barbara could see she had done good by Arnold and made him the happiest pervert on the block by warming to the decadence. The time was right to come clean, bring it all out in the open, and tell him how it really was, but the game they had played on Arnold was still exciting -- and not just for Arnold. The family members clearly loved playing their roles, and Shaundra proved to be an able actress even in the throes of a mind-numbing fuck. Though driven to passions she had yet to experience without a cum egg inside her twat, she still remained in the character of an unwilling rape-victim about to have an unwelcome orgasm. Even during her orgasm, a screamer, Shaundra appeared to hate what was happening within her out-of-control body. Afterward, her shame looked convincing even to those who knew better.

Arnold was still none the wiser, certain he had just forced a family who had been put through a terrible ordeal the night before to assist in the bestial rape of their virgin child, a well-known resident Jesus freak: a good girl, barely a teen, certainly a virgin in mind and body. A good day's work for any child molester, and it wasn't even noon, yet.

Barbara saw no reason to end the popular game and burst Arnold's bubble, so she began thinking about a long drawn out version, one that never revealed the truth, at least not to their honored guest. Everyone took their cues from her, so there was no need for a family meeting. Jack still acted intimidated, the wimp hubby; the boys still acted like boys, loving every dirty minute; Little Babs was still Arnold's sexual plaything - his object de-molest - driving home their illicit relationship by licking his nuts, showing off to parents who apparently had no objection they were willing to give voice to. Shaundra was still a screwed, humiliated teeny bopper holy roller at the mercy of a very nasty man, and the lady of the house was now horny-er.

During the dramatic fuck scene, Barbara managed to rid herself of the dress and now stood nude beside Arnold, now trying to stroke new life into a sexual appendage that never fully died. When everyone had their attention focused on Arnold and Barbara, the lady said, "I suppose, now, you'll have your way with me in front of my loving husband and my children while you give your dog time to rest up. Go ahead. Have your way with me. I know it is useless to resist. Anytime you want me, you can have me, same with Shaundra, just as it has been with Babs, evidently -- but if you think I am going out front in the nude to suck off your dog for the neighborhood in broad daylight, you have another thing coming, buster. I won't do that unless my husband orders me to. If you can get him to do a thing like that, well, you have yourself a whore -- three, as a matter of fact."

Arnold took the cue and looked directly to Jack, saying, "You give her the order right now. Let's make it for one O'Clock in the PM, this very afternoon. That'll give me time to alert everyone. Go ahead, weasel dick. Tell her. Order her to do it, or I'll hit you on the head so hard, you'll have to unlace your boots to spit. Do it or I'll rip your lips clean off'n your face and stuff 'em up yer ass along with yer nuts."

Jack looked petrified, looked to his wife, and meekly said, "Do it, Barbara. Do whatever he says, from now on!"

"Jack, are you crazy! Are you actually ordering me to perform this obscene bestial act in front of all of our neighbors, right out front in broad daylight -- naked, sucking off a dog and swallowing his load in front of God and everybody?

"You must, Barbara. You heard what he'll do if I don't order you, so I'm ordering. I'm sorry."

The acting was as good as it gets and enthralled the one-man audience, looking from speaker to speaker like a man watching a tennis match, not wanting to miss a single volley, flabbergasted at the tone and content of their words: a dream come true, too good to be true, and it just kept getting better and better as Barbara said, "Jack, are you saying I'm this man's whore?"

"Yes, Sweetheart. I'm sorry."

"And our daughters. Oh, god, Jack - are they his whores, too?"

"I'm afraid so. I have no choice. You heard what he'd do."

"I suppose you don't have a choice, but can you live with us being whores for another man, a man like Arnie?"

"If I have to, yes."

Shaundra cried out convincingly, "Mom, no, not that! I'll get pregnant if I have to be his whore. He'd never wear a condom when he rapes me, and he's not the type to pull out. He's the type that would love to knock a girl up and then brag he'd about it."

Arnold was beside himself as he looked to the mother to catch her response. Again, it got better as Barbara said, "Shut up! Your father and I are talking; besides, a whore doesn't concern herself with those things, she just spreads her legs wide for any man or beast her master brings to her."

"Oh, mother! God, I could never!"

Master! She said 'master.'

Arnold loved being a master -- and was now all ears, as Barbara said, "You heard your father, you little dog-fucking slut. You are Arnold's whore, now. Act accordingly as I shall, or I'm sure our new master will have us disciplining you severely."

Discipline! Oh God. I am dead, died and gone to pervert heaven, thought Arnold. Barbara matched action to words now that Arnold had a good cock stand, a throbbing boner arching high and weeping thick rivulets of precum. She released him and moved in front, bending low at the waist with hands braced on knees to add, "If I have to discipline you, Shaundra, I'll be very disappointed. A whore knows her place. A whore serves her master and doesn't complain. If told to suck off a dog in a large crowd, she kneels and sucks. She sucks and swallows, then licks the dog's spent cock while smiling into the cameras. She performs well for her master and seeks only his praise. Now, watch and learn."

Arnold stepped forward and Babs guided his dick to the slit of her mother. Once lodged in the slimy hole, Arnold took Barbara firmly by the hips and drove home all nine inches of thickly-viened cock muscle, taking all the wrinkles out of the mommy's pussy while making her eyes go buggy. With the first slap of his nut sack on her mound, Barbara cried out, "Oh GOD, YES! Fuck me, Arnie, fuck me good. Cream my whore pussy for me, master."

The hard fucking drove Barbara steadily forward until she stood astride her sitting-up daughter. Before long, Arnold's balls were hitting Shaundra in the face, that's how close they were. Barbara began letting squirts of piss go on each pounding thrust, wetting Shaundra's face and hair, thrilling the crap out of Arnold because he thought Barbara couldn't control her bladder and knew Shaundra could not get away -- not with her father still close behind her, keeping her in place and sitting up, tight to the hot wet action. It was obscene, to say the least.

Soon, their fucking was in her face, on her face, her upturned pretty face in constant contact with messy genitals in motion. Coital juices mixed with piss streamed down her face, down her neck, over tits, and on to her lap. Shaundra was a mess and they hadn't even gotten to the messy part yet. Arnold couldn't wait. When his nuts burst, he grabbed Shaundra by the head and pulled her face tight in to her mother's cunt still stuffed with dick. When he extracted the dick with a thick plop, Shaundra's face had the cunt all to herself.

Barbara stood straight with Arnold right behind her, peering down over her shoulder to see into Shaundra's contorted face, seeing a mask of revulsion. Barbara looked down, then over and into his beaming bad-boy eyes, smiled, and said, "You are such a nasty man, Arnie. I don't think she likes eating pussy any more than she likes getting screwed by a dog."

"Is she eating your pussy?"

"No, should she be?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Arnie, that is so nasty. How could you make a girl eat her mommy, especially after a dirty fuck?"

"You make her do it. Make her clean you up real good with her mouth."

"Inside and out? All of it?"

"Yeah, all of it, inside and out. I wanna see her lick all around and deep inside your cunt. I wanna see her make you cum, and then I wanna see her lick that up, too."

Looking down her front to terrified eyes, brilliant actress eyes, Barbara said, "You heard our master, Shaundra. Use your tongue and do it in a way that he can see clearly what you're doing. Don't look at me like that, young lady, just do as you're told -- or do you want the belt?"

Shaundra wanted the belt.

She was aching for the belt.

Jack removed the belt then gave her twenty hard whacks across her pristine ass cheeks after making her assume a position on all fours. Barbara, with Arnold's cum running from her, pulled up a dining chair and sat before the naughty girl in a wide beaver suitable for dining. Arnold was on his knees at Barbara's side, overlooking the crotch scene when the twentieth lash made the tongue come out and go to work. Five more had the tongue going deep inside, and another five between the legs inspired Shaundra to gobble cunt like a pro -- though the cunt she was sucking kept leaking piss. Arnold, giddy as a three-handed, three- peckered boy in a pile of Hustler magazines, acted like a man who never saw a daughter sucking on a mother's pissing pussy before.

He couldn't get enough. After Shaundra finished her mother, she had to do Babs. After Babs, Arnold brought his wife and visiting sister-in-law over. By twelve-thirty, Shaundra's jaws ached and her belly was about to burst, but she was learning how to be a good potty whore. They took a break while Shaundra pissed and purged. Arnold sent the other kids out to tell all the neighbors about the one O'Clock show.

Arnold's wife, Darlene, was a full-figured bombshell of a woman, thirty-three and heavily tattooed, a bad-ass biker chick who had been around. She saw through the acting early on but didn't give anything away. Her younger sister, twenty-four-year-old Susan, a mother of five, a straight Southern Baptist, very shockable and having the time of her naughty life, hadn't a clue that anyone was acting. After one hour of watching Arnold and the Turner family, she was sure that she was watching the most horrid family molestation in history. Susan soaked her knickers in no time at all.

When they came off so that the child could service her, Darlene threw her baby-sister's cotton panties against a wall and they stuck for a full minute.

Darlene stripped her sister naked because she needed to be naked, having never been naked in the light with anyone to watch, not even her husband of eight years. She was a little softer than her solidly-muscled sister -- but with well-distributed and blemish-free flesh featuring two of the longest, hardest nipples anyone ever saw on large pure-white breasts that needed little support, Susan had nothing to be ashamed of. Her ass was smooth and tight, with just a hint of jiggle to it. Getting all off Susan's clothes off took four adults and a child to accomplish, but the last items came away easily once Shaundra got her mouth working between the woman's legs

The panicked woman had never had a mouth between her legs, and it showed. She pissed because she couldn't help herself. She blushed deeper each time she wet the child, giggled each time piss went into Shaundra's mouth, and almost climaxed each time she saw Shaundra swallow a mouthful of urine. Andy and Rudy made certain that Susan's legs remained out and wide as possible. Susan's large hairy pussy was a big hit with the young boys who thought pussy should be large and hairy. Shaundra had a different opinion, but didn't let it show.

Long after Shaundra abandoned her crotch, Susan sat in awe, still naked and not sitting like a lady Baptist - a cowboy Baptist, yes. Obviously thrilled to be naked and among people who appreciated her nasty parts, non-judgmental types, and with the boys still fascinated with her hairy pussy and Jack going ga ga over her big boobs, her long nipples, legs, fat cunt lips, and skin that never saw the light of day since grade school.

Following the forced sexual service she received from Shaundra, the woman was like a kid in a candy store, loving the exposure and the attention. She was free to get dressed but showed no interest in doing so, loving the feeling of being naked in a crowd while showing her most intimate areas as casually as she'd show a knee or elbow at a church picnic. According to her, she had never had an affair, given a blow job, or had anal sex. Jack wanted to change all that and kept making her giggle while trying.

During the break, Arnold told Darlene and Susan about the upcoming show. Susan was flat fucking amazed and kept looking from the dog to Barbara, from his cock to her mouth, as though she had never thought of doing such a thing, or that anyone ever did such a thing, or that such a thing were possible outdoors, in daylight, in public.

Barbara found Susan to be a true delight, a real card, a joy to shock. The woman reminded Barbara of her own mother before walking in on her and Rover doing the dirty deed on the kitchen floor so many years ago. Susan would never be the same after this day and her family was in for a treat.

Barbara wanted to do something shocking, but had to play the role of an abused, molested, and taken-advantage-of neighbor to a pervert child molester. She played the role to the hilt, so instigating anything was not possible. Her act was all for Susan. Darlene knew better, but Susan ate it all up with a big spoon, and that pleased Arnold and Darlene.

Susan put Arnold through a thousand questions about the dog act that was coming, unable to keep her eyes off the dog or the victimized woman. While Susan was getting an education in proper family molestation from a pro, Darlene's mind worked on something shocking.

When the idea gelled, Darlene said to Arnold, "Honey, if you expect this bitch to perform well out there, shouldn't she get in a little practice? Besides, you can answer a great many of Susan's questions with a live demonstration. Seeing is believing."

Arnold tore his eyes away from his sister-in-law's impressive beaver to say, "Yeah, that's a good idea."

Susan perked up as Barbara cowed back, weeping, "Arnold, no, please. Haven't you done enough? To me, my daughters? Is there no end to this madness? This goes beyond the perverse. This is hideously obscene, an outrage, an abomination in the eyes of God and an affront of nature."

Susan, open-mouthed and in full agreement, now looked to her brother-in-law to hear his response as he firmly said, "When I tell a whore to suck cock, she sucks cock - human, dog, chimpanzee, mule, goat, or dirty old hog dick."

Now looking like a woman in awe watching a tennis match played by midgets in the nude, her head turned to Barbara to hear, "Arnold, I'm begging you. Please don't make me do this."

"Get down there and suck on that doggie dick, bitch. Either you suck it, or I'll have your daughter suck it, here and out there."

Shaundra rejoined the group at this point and recoiled in horror, begging her mother with her eyes, and then out loud and in the most plaintive appeal: "Mommy, please do it. I'd die if I had to."

Susan looked from mother to daughter, wondering who would suck on the dog's penis. Barbara caved in and fell to her knees beside the resting mutt lying at Susan's feet in the perfect position for a mini-show. After a little sheath fondling, Barbara had enough red cock to suck on. With Susan on the edge of her seat, Barbara placed her mouth over the shiny bright-red dong as though placing her lips over a turd. Shaundra came and sat on the arm of the sofa beside Susan so that she could have the same great view that Susan had.

After two minutes of fondling and sucking, Barbara had a full canine cock to suck on. The sight so aroused Susan that she unconsciously fingered herself. When she became aware, she didn't care. She made a wider beaver, then used both hands.

For Darlene, this was a best-case scenario, a Polaroid moment, and Darlene had her Polaroid with her, loaded, focused - and after four minutes - aimed at her frigging sister. Oddly, the camera being trained on her only made Susan's beaver better. In fact, seeing the camera being trained on her crotch made Susan abandon the view in favor of a lying-back, yawning-legged sprawl. Susan admitted that she had never masturbated for anyone and rarely indulged herself. Darlene moved in closer and got lower to get the face in the frame. In response, Susan made an even better beaver, thrilled to be the center of attention even with a canine cock-sucking going on.

The beaver was so good that Shaundra had Susan's left leg draped over her lap. Jack, on Susan's right, held the right leg - fondled and held. Shaundra followed his lead with the left. Their joint effort created a beaver that would be impossible to make without helpers. Susan, put off at first, soon welcomed the help and the hands that strayed into moist areas, private areas, intimate areas. Jack got his fingers very wet and sent one deep in Susan's asshole as Darlene said, "Susan, if I take this picture, Arnold will grab it up. If he does that, I dare say you'll be in the pussy delivery business from now on, and with three young pussies at home to pick up and deliver, he'll keep you busy. As much as you have fretted over the years that Arnold would get his grubby hands on those girls of yours, I should think you'd be concerned, especially now that they're becoming fertile young ladies. Well...?"

Susan held the pose, so Darlene took the shot. When the picture spit out, Arnold grabbed it. He grabbed all ten, in fact. By the time Darlene set the camera down, Susan was in the pussy delivery business and had agreed to deliver her seven-year-old that evening, the eight-year-old on Sunday, and the little five-year-old for the entire following weekend.

Susan came with no regrets, but had a bunch of regrets after the cum. She tried in earnest to get out of the pussy delivery business. All the begging and pleading did not get even one picture back. Now a victim like Shaundra and Barbara, Susan sat back and thought about how screwed she was, how devious Satan is, and how dumb Christian bitches can be now that it was her turn to suck on a dog's dick. Of course, getting her to release the dog's dick was a lot harder than getting her to put her mouth on it. Shaundra wasn't surprised - typical Baptist cocksucker.

The kids were all back by ten till one. At five till one, a good crowd had gathered. Many brought their dogs and their cameras. Susan peeked out the window, continuously giving updates to those inside. She was like a child on Christmas Eve.

As the time drew near, Barbara became nervous. Seeing this, Shaundra came over and said on the sly, "Having second thoughts, Mom?"

"Why? Do you want to take my place?"

"No, just wondering. Susan might. Arnold seems to be thinking about it. There are plenty of dogs out there, a lot more than last night."

"Enough for three?"

"Enough for five. Don't forget Babs -- and I think Darlene is one of us. To be married to Arnold, she'd have to be a bitch, don't you think?"

"I know she is. Arnold told me all about her months ago when he was trying to recruit me for a threesome, a foursome if we include the dog, and Ranger was included. I even saw pictures. He's big on pictures. No doubt I would have learned about you and Arnold by seeing the pictures."

"Did you ever see any of him and Babs?"

"No. I think he figured I'd flip. I doubt that I would have. I have suspected all along -- and with her Grandpa fucking her, what was one more?"

Arnold stood and announced, "Okay, sports fans, it's show time. Susan, how many are out there?"

"Thirty-eight, and there are fifteen dogs, all males. The dogs seem to know what's about to happen. I pity the gal who gets in the middle of them."

"Good, now go get in the middle of them or I scatter these pictures all over your church grounds on Sunday morning."

"WHAT!"

"We need a warm-up act. You're it, bitch."

Susan went stone pale at these words. As the implication set in, she went catatonic. Darlene, smiling like the Cheshire cat, came over and took Susan by the elbow, trying to lead her to the front door that was held wide open by Babs, allowing some of the people to see Susan's nakedness. This didn't concern the unlucky bitch as her mind was on a pack of dogs with thirty-eight onlookers eager for a doggie fuck and suck show.

Darlene pulled, pushed, then shoved Susan into the open doorway where all could see her beautiful naked body in all its snow white glory - now marred with huge blushing red splotches. This mass exposure bothered the shy sister wearing only her birthday suit. A loud cheer went up. Inside people moved to the large bay window after Susan got shoved outside and the door pulled shut. Darlene dragged Susan out on the lawn, then into the center, then tripped her to get her down on the ground.

The show began when a blood hound mounted her in the missionary position. He was on her and in her in no time. Another, a Poodle, mounted over the head, poking a bright red organ in her pretty tear-streaked face. After a series of deep and vigorous boob-wobbling humps from the hound, Susan captured the dick in her mouth, bringing more cheers. Within one minute, Susan was a bitch enjoying herself, taking canine cock in both ends like a born-again mutt slut. Darlene could now take the video camera from her son and do a professional job.

Arnold joined Shaundra and Barbara at the window as the kids and Jack went outside. He placed an affectionate arm around her waist, hugged her close, and said, "Sorry about this warm-up act, but this has been a long time coming. Susan picked a bad day to stop by and give another pitch for church and salvation."

"I'll say. I take it she and Darlene don't get along that well."

"They haven't in the past, but I think that's about to change, don't you?"

"If Darlene hangs onto those pictures she's taking, I'd say so, yes."

"She will. She wants a pet, and I'm not talking about Susan. Susan will be the pet's keeper. The pet is Susan's middle girl, Adrian. She's seven, and as fine as they come, a walking talking wet dream. You can't look at that child and not want her, I don't care who you are.

Barbara cackled.

Arnold, looking past Barbara to Shaundra, caught the thirteen year old rape-victim's eye. "Say, kid, are you up to some doggie loving?"

"NO! Leave me out of this."

Barbara turned to Shaundra and sternly said, "Break a leg."

"Mom, no!"

"Go, Shaundra, or you'll get the belt between your legs."

"MOM!"

"I said, go...NOW!"

This was not acting. Shaundra did not want to go. The determined look on her mother's face told her she must. After a bit more hesitation, Shaundra moved toward the door on weak legs, then out in a stupor, wishing there were someone to drag and trip her. The first dog met her coming down the steps and licked at her pussy from there until she stood near Susan. Little preteen Babs joined her without being invited. The two were mounted almost at the same time and while still standing. Within one minute, both girls had mutt cock at both ends of their bodies. Babs sucked her head cock right away. Shaundra took a few minutes, but made up for the delay with gusto once the German Shepherd that entered her ass got going good and strong. She soon had a Basset Hound on his back and sucked voraciously on his huge cock.

The excited crowd cheered constantly as they surrounded the three fucking bitches, jockying for the best views and for camera positions. Several families brought video recorders or movie cameras. They all had cameras and they all loved the bitch trio.

Now alone at the window with Barbara, looking down on a hedonistic mob scene that only gave glimpses of bitches, Arnold said, "I wasn't going to order her out there, you know."

"My mistake. Would you like me to call her back?"

He smiled warmly, devilishly, then said, "No. Not now. There would be a riot ... Tell me, Barbara. What changed you? What did they do to you last night to bring you around?"

"They mated me to beasts, lots of them. They humiliated me, showed all of my secrets, and exposed me for the slut I am. In short, they turned me into a true bitch."

"I tried that, too. How come it worked when they did it?"

Barbara wrapped a hand around his incredible cock. "You could have done the same thing the day I met you three years ago, but you refuse to use force, blackmail, or strong coercion. Your seduction techniques are good, but not that good -- although the way you handled both Babs and Susan was masterful, perfection. You are more of a slut salesman or bitch recruiter, but you were right - dogs are fantastic fucks. Shaundra seems to agree. What a horny little bitch she turned out to be."

"Check out Susan trying to get herself another mount. Is that a bitch in heat, or what? Darlene gets most of the credit. She has dreamed of nailing Susan for as long as I've known her. This opportunity fell into her lap, and she pulled out all the stops and went for it. Something happened to Susan before she got here, because she came looking for action. Maybe she's just tired of being good. By the way, Darlene owes you a lot of credit. If I didn't know you were acting, I'd swear you weren't. Shaundra played her part so well, I'd have sworn you two had gotten together with Darlene and rehearsed your roles."

"We didn't. I've never said two words to Darlene, and all I've done since she entered my home is give her dirty looks. I gotta hand it to you, though - you did good with Babs. I swear, I never had a clue that you were fully molesting her, I should say, fucking her. I knew you had to be molesting her."

"You just didn't want to look for clues, then, because we weren't doing much to hide it. Fucked her the first day I met her."

Barbara laughed, stroking his long thickness. "Actually, I did see clues -- but ignored them. She learned her lessons well. I can't teach that slut a damn thing. Hell, I'm taking notes. I love the way she takes a mutt fucking in the mouth. I'd have never thought to get on my knees and bend backward."

"I taught her that. That's how you make a bitch pussy out of your mouth, and you make a straight shot for the dick to go down the throat. Watch closely, and you'll see her push against his haunches when she needs a breath."

"I saw that. Christ, that damn setter must have the tip of his cock in her stomach. How do you keep from gagging? I've tried deep-throating, but I can't get past the gag reflex."

"It's easier with dogs, and it's a cinch in that position. If you just relax, the dick goes right down. It'll be easier for you because you can get the bigger knots inside your mouth, allowing more cock to go down your throat. Some of those knots can't get past her lips. Ranger is just right for her, so you'll have his balls on your nose once he gets going good. Just remember to breathe. He's good at backing off until you ease up on the push."

"I can't wait. Screw blow jobs. I want to get mutt-fucked in the mouth."

"Dogs aren't too keen on blow jobs, anyway. They want to fuck a hole."

"I'm ready. When do I go on?"

Arnold shrugged, grinning. "When they finish screwing all those mutts. I want you to have center stage."

"How considerate, master! Your prediction about me sucking off your dog in a crowd will come true in a big way. How many of these people out there knew about your prediction?"

"All, I would imagine. I've been boasting about nailing you for over three years. Word gets around. They've all been rooting for me and they think I am responsible for what happened last night."

"Well, I won't clue them in. As far as I'm concerned, you are responsible. Besides, were it not for your relentless seduction, I never would have considered going along."

"What did you go along with, and who were those guys?"

Barbra smiled and squeezed his cock. "It's a long story. Let's just say they were your people, and leave it at that. Let's boost your reputation and strike fear into these other ladies. It'll help sales, trust me."

"I'm all for that."

"Three years? That long, huh?"

"I never said you'd go quick and easy. They've been patient, so give them a good show."

"They'll get a good show if I don't gag and throw up. God, I love that position. They'll get good shots of my shaved pussy if nothing else."

Arnold gestured at Babs. "Kneel wide before leaning back. You don't want to pass out like Susan is about to."

"I plan to do it right. How many of those gals are bitches?"

"Let me see...one, two, three, four...eight, no, nine."

"Any adults?"

"Three. Jill Clayborne, Martha Roberts, and Stella Sweeney."

"Stella! Really? Did you get the little Sweeney twins, too?"

"No, just the mommy. They both like to watch Mommy, though. Those girls are both bitches; can take a mutt-fucking like a champ, but Stella won't let them play with me. They just watch me, Stella, and Darlene get it on with Ranger and their dogs. The three black labs belong to the Sweeney bitches."

Barbara increased her tempo on Arnold's magnificent fuck-stick. "Hummm, one for each. Don't they do anything?"

"They watch and masturbate."

"Naked?"

"No, but we see everything from the waist down. Gorgeous girls, those two. When they get tits, they'll be killer bitches. I think Stella will come around after they enter puberty; twelve years old, maybe. This will help. I think she got them stud dogs the way some moms buy a bike with training wheels. I suppose she thinks they're too young to ride a real bike."

"She probably thinks your bike is too big for them. I can't see a woman like that objecting to a human dick that fit."

"Maybe. Look at them; the Sweeney's are eating this shit up. Daddy must have the right size dick for those girls, because he's getting some. LOOK THERE. Did you see that?"

"See what?"

Arnold howled with laughter. "One of them just gave his dick a squeeze ... There, she did it again."

"I saw. He's fucking those girls, no doubt about it. Demand pussy off those sluts and you'll get all you want."

"I will, now."

"Do you have any mother and daughter playmates?"

"Martha and Jenny, but they won't do each other. Jill Clayborne brings her nine-year-old niece, by sometimes. Those two are hot for each other and they like performing. The kid has nice baby tits and a great pussy, loves the mutts. She loves sucking mutt spunk out of her aunt. The next time they stop by, I'll call you. You'll like those two."

Barbara got weak in the knees. "I want Rosalyn Chambers. That sexy bitch drives me up a fucking wall. I didn't know I was bisexual until I met her. Get me Rosalyn and I'll give you a show. Get me Rosalyn and I'll get you her daughter, Ann. I've been watching them. They are intimate with each other, and they like what they're seeing."

"Do you know for a fact that they do each other?"

"I know Ros has a few girlfriends that are dyed-in-the-wool lesbians; besides, I have eyes, Arnold. Watch them. Observe the body language. See how close they stand to each other. Bare skin is touching bare skin. Breasts get pressed into arms when they lean in to speak. They think nothing of it. That isn't normal for a mother and daughter. They're talking, sharing. If they aren't eating each other, they'd like to. They only need a slight nudge. Aren't you messing around with Ann? She's just your type - young, gorgeous, and built. What is she, nine?"

"Ten and a half; she just looks young. Problem is, she knows where to draw the line -- and draws it every time."

"What's the line?"

"No penetration, just looks and feels."

"Naked?"

"Not often, but a few times. She likes keeping her clothes on but she exposes everything we're interested in. The more boys present, the more she'll take off, usually in a game of strip poker, once with your boys and two other boys -- and me, of course. I stacked the deck. She knows I stack the deck, but she'll play anyway if no other females are present. She don't mind Darlene hanging around, but girls her own age inhibit her. We got her naked in six hands, six loses in a row."

"Then what?"

"Poses. Any pose the winner dictates. I've seen her tonsils through her cunt hole more times than I can count. I think every boy on the block has had the pleasure, and a dozen men, mostly my poker pals. She does great beavers and loves a good between-the-legs licking. The kid is proud of her pussy but shy about her tits, though she has a fine set for her age, nothing to be ashamed of."

"Some girls are like that about their tits. If they aren't perfect as they think perfect should be, they don't want them seen. She's waiting for perfection."

"She must think she has a perfect pussy, and she ain't wrong. Getting her panties off her is never a problem. She's a limber little bitch -- can get both feet behind her head at the same time and her tongue in her own ass -- and don't mind a dog licking her pussy while she holds a pose. Anything can lick her pussy. Darlene can't pass by Ann without taking a lick."

"Pictures?"

"Not that she was aware of, but I have tons. I've been shooting Ann for two years, at least once a week. I have videos, too, hidden camera stuff."

"Hummm, I wonder how Mommy would react to seeing the pictures or a video."

"I'm not sure I'd want to find out unless I have something on her. As far as I know, she's not being bad with anyone, and she wouldn't give me the time of day until recently."

"Does she know Ann sees you?"

"Yes. We have a pretty good arrangement and understanding. I can get on the phone and call for Ann. She'll usually come, and when she can't, it's not that her mother won't let her. Rosalyn answers most of the time. She'll put Ann on without giving me any shit."

"That surprises me. She knows your reputation as a child molester quite well, and she knows your penchant for flicks and Fidos. We talk about you."

"Who don't? I may as well wear the T-shirt."

"Do you ever have Ann after dark?"

"I've had her past midnight quite a few times, mostly at our Friday night stag card games, all men. She serves the game in go go boots and a string bikini top. She gets felt up and dog licked all through the game, and we take a lot of breaks to mess with her as a group. We lay her out on the table and have at her."

"Have at her?"

"No fucking or any rough stuff. You can eat her and penetrate her with your tongue as deep as you're able. You can feel her cunt all you want, inside the lips, all over just as long as you don't try to slip her the finger. She'll let you feel and suck on her tits, too."

"Don't the guys push the limit?"

"When they do, she threatens to go home."

"And you don't think Ros is aware of what goes on?"

"I never said that. Ros knows that Ann serves at a stag card game and that the stags are men like me. She also knows we aren't fucking her kid or hurting her in any way. She knows that Ann is treated well and enjoys serving our games."

"Doesn't Ros pry?"

"She calls to check up on her daughter, but that's all. At two in the morning, Ann has to go home, and I have to walk her home. Ros is very strict about the time, so I have to leave ten minutes early whether Ann is presentable or not. We keep an alarm clock to avoid any screw-ups. The kid loves being jacked off on-and we can never get all the cum off her. Whatever gets in her hair, stays. Ros has never said anything about the cum, so we don't do all that much cleaning up anymore, just the once-over with a warm washcloth, then off we go. "

"If Ros isn't curious about the sperm, then she knows what goes on. She laid down the rules."

"I'm sure she did, but the kid follows them."

"I think Ros knows you take pictures. I think they both know and don't mind."

"Could be. We're not all that subtle. We just keep the cameras out of her sight. I see what you mean about them being intimate. Ann's hand is rubbing up and down on the back of Rosalyn's thigh, well under the skirt. I think you're right, those two don't keep secrets."

Barbara smiled. "They are very touchy-feely at home, too. I'm surprised Ros is allowing this in public."

"I think they're doing this for you, Barbara. They can see you here at the window, and they took up a position between us and the action. We are the only public that can see what's going on."

"Damn, I think you're right. Ros wants me to see what she has to offer to a fellow bisexual. Fuck, this is fantastic. I love it."

As they watched the rear action going on not ten feet away, Ann's tiny hand rose noticeably higher, taking the hem of her mother's skirt without so much as a light brushing away motion from the exposed mother. The mother, in fact, did nothing but watch others, slowly bending at the waist. Eventually, Ann exposed her mother's pantiless backside, her shaved pubes, even her puckered anus. The hand rubbed over pussy and was allowed full penetration. The hand of the daughter had a carte blanc to do as it pleased between the sexy legs of the mother -- almost as though trying to impress someone behind them. Ann showed off her mother's sexy cunt, asshole, and clit. She showed how juicy her mother was and how healthy and pink her inner core was. She rimmed the slimy hole she had emerged into the world from ten years earlier, finger fucked it, and made her mother look like a nasty slut for allowing it."

Barbara said, "I think we are both being solicited, Arnold. I'm impressed. How about you?"

"I'd never kick her out of bed for eating crackers. That is grade-A pussy even if it is over sixteen years old."

Barbara's mouth watered for that woman's cunt. Arnold's cock ached for it. The two stood in awe of the sexy bitch advertising her wares at a mutt-fuck show. Barbara said, "I want some good pictures and your best video. I want to pop in on Rosalyn tomorrow. We have gotten chummy recently, and this proves that I was not imagining her coming onto me. We'll be chummier after my act. She is obviously a bestial sports fan."

"Shit, there must be forty people out there, now. Where are they all coming from?"

"I don't know, but the last family that walked up lives over on Chestnut Street. They live right behind my folks. Someone here must have called them. They brought dogs with them."

"That's Jill Clayborne's sister. The niece she gets it on with should be in this mess somewhere."

"Tessy? That's the girl Jill performs with?"

"Yeah, you know her?"

"She and my mother are very close; she comes over a lot. Babs plays with her. She's a cutie ... oh, there she is next to Babs, playing helper. Mom, you rascal."

"So, she came onto you, huh?...Ros."

"When we get together, you can cut the sexual tension with a knife. We want each other, it's just that no one has made the move. I'll move, now, but I'd like something to warm her panties before I do. I wonder if she caught my act last night."

At that moment, Darlene passed through to get the still camera. Arnold addressed her, saying, "Honey bunches, did you notice Rosalyn or Ann in the crowd last night?"

"Uhh, no, not that I recall. Wait, Ann was with you last night, dummy."

Arnold turned back to Barbara and said while slapping his forehead, "Fuck, that's right. We had a smoker at my boss' house last night. That was Ann's first away game and her first all-nighter."

"Oh, really, and was Ros aware?"

"I had to clear it with her. She trusts me, so I don't step outside the set bounds without first getting permission. Hell, we've been doing smokers with Ann for almost six months. I don't often get what I want, but I got everything I asked for this time. Now, I remember: Ros took the opportunity to do a night out on the town with some girls from her work. I guess I was the baby sitter."

"Sounds like you and Ros are closer than you think."

"I guess we are. We talked more about the away game than we ever had. She warned me not to let things get too out of hand. She also said that if Ann gives a good report, she'd allow all-nighters from now on, even all-nighter away games, and not just to serve card games. Shit, I forgot all about that. We leaped way ahead. Fuck, I need more sleep."

"Leaped way ahead?"

"We had her all night. I brought her home at seven this morning, walked her right to the front door with her hair looking like a fuck rag, semen sticking what was left of her clothes to her. All she had on was a man's shirt and it wasn't buttoned. Oh, and boots filled with cum. I had her clothes in a paper bag, shoes and all."

"That was a dumb move, Arnold."

"Ann refused to wash her hair and wanted to wear only the shirt with the boots. She seemed sure that it would be okay, so I went along. Turns out, she was right. I handed Ros the bag. Ros removed the shirt and handed that to me, leaving Ann naked in boots, standing on the doorstep while we made small talk."

"Interesting."

"Yeah, it was. I asked about her night out, and she asked how Ann did. I said she was a big hit without the bikini top. She said 'I'm sure she was,' while looking at Ann's matted and sticky hair, even feeling some cum that was fresh. She examines her cummy fingers, then she looks to the kid and asks if we behaved ourselves. Actually, she looked right at Ann's pussy to see if we had -- not looking for cum, hell, for the past few weeks there was always cum between Ann's legs and running down her legs - she looked for signs of a fresh-fucked pussy."

"Very interesting."

"It gets better. This wasn't like any drop-off I'd ever done. Usually, Ros just answers the door in a long flannel robe, gives Ann the once over, says good night, and that's it. This time, she's wearing a nightie I can see through. Sexy as all get out. Ann told her mom that we didn't screw her, then sorta tilted up her pussy and pried a lip out to prove it. After checking by bending low and pulling out the other lip, seeing gobs of fresh cum oozing out of the hole, but oozing out of a tight, unfucked hole, Ros had Ann do a slow turn. While she's turning you can her her feet sloshing in boots full of cum. I guess she was looking for marks. After the inspection, Ros said that over-nighters would be allowed from now on, but then she warned me that at the first sign that we go too far, we go back to a two A.M. limit if that. I was shickled titless and hard as a tire iron. She checked that out, too. That fox may be bisexual, but she's no queer."

"Shit, Arnold, she's giving you a green light to get down and dirty. To me, after seeing what she saw, especially after seeing sperm coming out of the hole, 'not letting things get too out of hand' means she doesn't mind you guys filling her daughter's womb with sperm. I'm sure she has that covered by a pill. She might mean no rough stuff, but fuck her all you want."

"Could be. I wasn't sure what to make of that then -- or when she'd told me those same words when I picked Ann up. When I talked to her over the phone on Friday night, I went ahead and told her that Ann would be wearing only go-go boots while serving us, you know, to feel her out. She surprised me when she said, 'What, no bikini, just the boots?' I said, 'Yeah, the guys want her naked all night - naked in boots, anyway. She says, 'So, it's a puss in boots theme. Interesting, but won't that distraction interfere with card playing?' I say, 'When we have Ann catering our game, no one really gives a shit about cards.' She says, 'Well, have fun, just don't get too carried away.'"

Arline smilingly said, "Now, I'm certain they share everything -- and I'm sure she relaxed the rules. Did you try penetration?"

"No. I didn't want to risk a bad report. I want those all-nighters. We all do. Our games don't end at two. We usually go till sun-up, and we like being waited on till sun-up. Right about two is when we really get horny and want a sexy girl around. I even told her that. I put it to her just that way. She said she understood but had reservations about her naked, ten-year-old daughter being around when a bunch of horny old men got tired of playing cards and wanted to play with something soft and sexy. I said we'd behave and reminded her that Ann wouldn't be naked unless she took off her boots, but we don't allow her to take them off or the sperm and piss that runs down her legs would mess up our floor. The theme is Piss in Boots."

"When you test the waters, you test the waters."

"She was in a good mood. Why not? She said we'd better behave, but then she laughed at my joke and said the boots were a good idea and asked if Ann could wear them home, that her floors were getting ruined. I'll bet you that we ten guys put forty loads of sperm and ten gallons of piss in those boots. I wish I'd been there to see the look on her face when she took those boots off of Ann."

"Fucking is okay, Arnold. I'd bet a cool grand on it. I definitely want to pay Ros a visit with pictures and a video. After this dog-fuck festival, lets go sort through what you have. I want to see her tonight. By the looks of things, that gal wants to see me tonight. Damn, what a bod, what a cunt. What a sexy little preteen bitch she has."

"The video we took last night was the best so far. Ann did a masturbating bump and grind on the table that had every cock shooting wads at her. She tried to catch them with her cunt - with her cunt hole, actually. She had her hole opened up with hooked fingers. She let guys put their dicks right at the opening. She took whole loads right up the wazoo -- and some full up the ass -- along with shitload of piss enemas. She leaked piss and cum all night. That's how her boots got filled. The kid wears the stuff like a champ. That's another thing: the kid loves wearing sperm or getting it washed down with a golden shower."

"That's the video I want."

"You got it. Looks like you're up after the Great Dane finishes with Susan. Damn, that bitch can flat put a fuckin on a Great Dane, can't she?"

Susan released Arnold's long fuck-stick, letting thin coils of precum spatter the floor, and ran a finger across her slippery clit. "I love fucking dogs in the missionary style. You see it all that way. She's quite a bitch. I'm not sure what she likes more: the mutts or the cameras."

"Yeah, quite a few are like that. Without the cameras, some bitches just are impossible to loosen up."

"Yes, and my guess is Ros is that way."

"Well, it looks like there are no more takers. Are you ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. Readier than Susan was. Do you think she'll ever recover from this?"

Arnold grinned. "I hope not. On the other hand, who cares? We own her ass, now. The next time we put on a dog and pony show, she'll be out there with her three daughters. Mark my word, and they are all fine, but that Adrian is in a class by herself."

"You own more whores than you know what to do with, Arnie."

"Ain't life grand. You're up, kid. Break a fuckin' leg. Suck that mutt till his head caves in - and swallow."

Barbara stopped in the open doorway to say, "I always do. This time, I won't have a choice because his fucking cock will be in my fucking stomach, gag reflex be damned. Come, Ranger. We're on stage."

* * *

Once outside, Barbara drew little attention. The crowd had gathered in three groups around their favorite actress like fans seeking autographs. Dogs lay all around licking their dicks. Barbara made a beeline toward Rosalyn and Ann, still posing to the window, Ann still busy playing with her mother's pussy; Rosalyn still didn't seem to mind, though the chances of them being seen by someone other than their intended audience was now much greater.

Coming alongside of Rosalyn, Barbara placed her hand on the woman's bare ass and slid it on in between the legs to toy with the soupy twat that Ann relinquished to her. Rosalyn smiled warmly even though several fans took notice and stared.

Barbara smiled like a lesbian with a handful of pussy as Rosalyn said, "I loved the show, Barbara. You have very talented daughters."

"Thank you. Don't go anywhere after this. Your daughter is very talented, too, and I have pictures, a video, too. Make popcorn and we'll make it an evening at the movies."

Now with half the neighborhood staring at them and Rosalyn still not reacting, passively taking a dual between-the-legs groping - one coming in from the front, one from the rear - which effectively exposed her from the waist down, the fondled mom calmly said, "Sounds like a date. Bring Arnold and Ranger and your boys. Jack, too, if you'd like. Ann needs a few dates."

"I'll do that."

"Oh, and bring that sexy wench who took on the Great Dane. Who is she, anyway? I know I know her from somewhere."

"That's Darlene's sister, Susan. She teaches Sunday School at the First Baptist. Her maiden name was Jackson, I think."

"Yes, Susan Jackson, of course. She's added a few pounds; she was head cheerleader in her day. Well I'll be damned."

"Sounds like you know her."

"We went to grade school together. For two years, we were best friends -- until my family moved away in my freshman year. Those were the puberty entering years, and we were both very curious. She's the last person I'd expect to see humping a mutt on someone's front lawn. Actually, I was curious; she was curious yellow. The only way to get her to do anything was to lure her into some dumb sex game. We got her good in Truth or Dare. The kid sucked off a horse. We didn't actually think she'd do it, but I have copies of the pics that prove it. The fucker damn near drowned her in horsie cum, but the silly bitch hung in there and took the whole load - swallowed most of it."

The crowd was now ready for more and the groups broke up. Blushing, submissive Susan passed close by on her way back to the safety of the house. Her sexual high had worn off and she was now feeling under-dressed, scurring along, taking little note of the three females that had everyone else's attention. Cool as a cucumber, Rosalyn called out, "Hi, Susan. Remember me? 1968. Truth or Dare. Linda Robinson's barn. No way am I sucking on that thing. He might rear up and trample me to death ... but he didn't, did he?"

Susan remembered, turned bright red, then ran up the three steps and on inside. Rosalyn laughed while Ann did her best to show everyone her mommy's pussy from behind; wrapping her arms around her sexy mother's waist, she fluffed at the nice pubic-hair heart she'd shaved on the mound for her. Barbara bent low and kissed the heart, low at the base near the start of the crack -- raising cries from the crowd for more. Instead, she moved away, to the center area of the dog-fuck ring, and knelt with her knees planted as wide as possible. She then dropped her upper torso back to a point where her upper body was parallel with the ground, tits up, urging Ranger to mount over the head as some other mutt came to lap pussy.

Ranger recognized the position as the mouth-fuck position. He became fully erect and then moved into place. Barbara captured his long schlong with her mouth and Ranger began humping, driving the ten inches of doggie dick straight down her gullet as the lapping dog, a poodle, mounted and began fucking pussy at a frenzied pace. The crowd loved it and filmed the exciting double fuck from every angle.

Inspired by Rosalyn and Ann, those who weren't working cameras worked genitals, their own or a neighbor's. The three-bitch warmup act had everyone thinking dirty thoughts. Barbara's act, along with inspiration from Rosalyn and Ann, inspired action. The three adult bitches Arnold had pointed out were first to respond to the renewed interest shown by recovered dogs as they moved among the crowd and nosed crotches seeking friendly pussy. The bitches in the crowd couldn't resist being friendly.

Stella Sweeney, a leggy blonde, was first to hike her skirt and present her salivating bitch cunt to any passing dog who showed an interest in licking. Little ten-year-old Ann was the first youngster to do likewise. Stella ended up taking a Boxer in a standing, face-to-face fucking while her two daughters stood on each side and frigged off to it, drawing a great deal of attention away from the main act.

The first young bitch to go to hands and knees and present herself for mounting was little Angie Greenstreet. Her parents were in awe, watching as one of the Sweeney labs mounted their seven-year-old bitch. They weren't even aware that they had a seven-year-old bitch, but the ease with which she took the lab, knot and all, convinced them. After a few minutes, they were so convinced that they had to masturbate to it: another crowd pleaser, another Poloroid moment among many.

One very attractive young woman who was there with her husband and three young sons had her dress pulled off over her head by a randy neighbor. Her own husband assisted and then ripped off her bra and panties. The boys joined in when their squealing mother's wriggling nude body attracted the attention of another Sweeney lab. The five placed her on her back and forced a wide beaver as the hubby raised his wife's loins to cock level on a large black lab. The youngest boy, a six-year-old, guided the cock to the slit and went in search of the hole, which he soon found while his mommy begged him to stop. He didn't stop, nor did the lab. Within a minute, they could let go and did to make room for all the cameras seeking a view of genitals in action. From that point on, she fucked back, sometimes lifting the hound off his hind legs with her energetic screwing.

Few people caught the cum shot that Barbara thought would be the hit of the show. Rosalyn caught it. After the dick came out of Barbara's throat, Rosalyn was there to aid Barbara in getting to her feet. Together, they moved to the steps and stood overlooking the carnal orgy now taking place on the lawn in eight small groups - the crowd now almost fifty, with double the number of dogs as were there when Susan first went out.

They took a quick survey and found that more than half of the females were engaged in some form of sex with a dog, Ann being one. That told them there were fourteen bitches present with seven holding back. Two of those were getting fucked by humans - one by an eighteen-year-old son; another by a next-door-neighbor who had obviously longed for a piece of her ass and saw his opportunity. The hubby was more interested in his bitch twelve-year-old daughter: she had a lip-lock on the Great Dane's cock, following him around on her knees, sucking to beat the band. Of the five who weren't participating in any sex act, three were frigging off to those who were, leaving two who were just there to watch. Oddly, one of those was a reputed swinger wearing a very brief bikini. She, however, was busy video taping all the hot action. Darlene was the other, also video taping.

Rosalyn placed her arm around Barbara possessively and said, "Nice neighborhood, huh?"

"Nicer than it was, that's for sure."

"Bigger than it was, too. Apparently, a few made phone calls."

"The more the merrier, I say. Aren't you interested in any doggie action?"

"No, but I like watching those who are -- my Ann especially. That video you alluded to - is there any doggie action?"

"Yes, but it's all oral, him doing her. Arnold was under the impression that you'd frown on mating."

"I suspected as much. I was frowning on it until last Wednesday."

"What happened last Wednesday?"

Ros giggled. "My father raped Ann and then let his bird dogs have some. Now he says he wants to knock her up. The damage was done, so I figured, what the hell. I may as well allow Arnold his fun. Ann sure as hell doesn't mind. I have Arnold to thank for that. He turned her into a little slut."

"From what I hear, you sure didn't throw up any roadblocks."

"I did for a while, but shit, you can't hold back the tide. Besides, she tells me all about it. I'm a bit of a vicarious slut myself."

Barbara smiled, running her hands along Ros's body. "You're not the first mother to live through her daughter."

"Yes, I see we have that in common, too."

"We do, now. How did you find about about your father?"

"Ann told me right after it happened. Hell, she showed me his sperm."

"Could you tell the sperm apart?"

"The dogs got her in the ass and mouth, so all that gooey white stuff oozing from her little pussy was my Daddy's. When he got his dick buried in her twat, he rolled them over to make the rest of her holes available to the dogs - ten of them, all males."

"Did you confront him?"

"She didn't want me to. She was afraid he might stop."

"The slut."

Ros grinned, pulling at her clit. "Exactly. I did confront him, though. I don't want them doing this behind my back. I told him I understood. I gave my blessing and told him he could stop by and have her any time he was in the mood. I also told him he could bring her to the dogs and get them serviced, too."

"I'll bet that put a big smile on his face."

"Actually, he shit his pants. He didn't believe me, thought I was being sarcastic. That's when I did something I'd always dreamed of doing. I stripped naked then masturbated for him. I fucked myself with one of his bowling trophies. Afterward, I laid in the splits and let him give me a pelvic exam. After a lengthy exam, he fucked me, and then I nursed him. While he nursed, I told him all about Arnold and what a naughty mommy I am for allowing a bunch of child molesters to babysit her just so I can hear the stores while I eat her cunt for her. That made him smile big."

"That makes me smile big. Tell me about her boots."

"Oh fuck! Barbara, you would not believe how much piss and cum was in those boots. I poured both into a measuring cup and it read almost four full cups, but there was still a lot clinging to the inside of the boots and to Ann's feet. I'd say another cup."

"That represents a lot of fun for ten dirty old men. Tell me, does she do you?"

"Promise you won't get jealous."

Barbara smiled warmly and said, "I promise."

"I've been nursing that kid at my clit since she was a baby. She has been raised on pussy. She'll eat me for hours on end if I let her. I tire before she does."

"Do you ever piss in her mouth while she's eating you?"

"Kinky. I like you."

"Well, have you? I have with Shaundra."

"I'm liking you more and more. I've thought about it. The closest I've come is a few accidental leaks. Ann doesn't seem to mind my accidents. Whatever leaks out stays in her, so I don't know who's kinkier."

"Don't look a gift whore in the mouth; fill the bitch up."

"It is happening more and more, but I can't bring myself to cut loose and take a real piss. Is that what you do, pee freely?"

"Shaundra is my toilet. The kid loves being mommy's piss potty."

"How nice. Now, I'm jealous."

Ann had just relieved a Springer Spaniel of his puppy juice and came walking over carrying her skirt with cum runs streaming down both legs, puppy juice glistening in the sunlight. Rosalyn said, "You naughty girl. If you keep this up, you'll be having a litter of puppies."

Ann giggled and said, "I'd rather have puppies than Grandpa's bastard."

As Ann looked down to her messy crotch, Barbara said, "Ann, I dare you to get on your knees and eat out your mother. I double dare you to keep on eating no matter what."

Ann looked from her mother to Barbara, then around to see how many might see while thinking about the implications of the no-matter-what. Rosalyn thought about it, too, but offered no hint as to her feelings or her intentions. Barbara looked for Arnold and saw him standing at the bay window with his pants off and Susan on her knees greedily giving him head. They gave each other thumb's up.

Ann soon made up her mind, ignoring the seven or eight lookie loos looking their way. She dropped to her knees, pushed her mother's skirt high up the legs to the waist, dove in and began munching away, attracting a great deal of attention. A crowd quickly formed around the three. Cameras sprang into action.

Barbara leaned into Rosalyn and said, "Do it. I dare you. Think of your father and the smile it will bring when you tell him about it."

Rosalyn thought for almost a full minute before releasing her bladder so completely and fully that Ann had to fight hard to keep up with the flow. That the young girl was sucking on her mother's freely pissing pussy was obvious from the start as the initial gusher overflowed her mouth and soaked the unbuttoned blouse she had on. If that weren't enough, the piss shot straight into her face when she momentarily pulled back to swallow and take a breath. She returned to the task with a mouth held wide in the stream, then moved up the stream to the source, swallowing in big gulps until her mouth made a good seal. The rest was intense sucking and swallowing like a thirsty calf at the udder, thrilling the onlookers.

Rosalyn did her part to add to the vulgarity by assuming a partial squat with her knees bowed out while reaching down with both hands to peel back the fleshy cunt lips, exposing the piss hole while directing the stream into her daughter's open mouth. The cameras got great shots of a pussy and a daughter Rosalyn was very proud of.

After Ann sucked her mother dry, she dipped lower to get her reward, a cuntful of girl cum, slit sauce, twat goo brought down by her mother's orgasm. A quiet, unassuming widower in his mid-sixties who everyone waved to in passing but few ever stopped to talk to had all he could stand, dropped his pants, and approached Ann's bare haunches with a cock that rivaled Arnold's only not as muscular looking. He did not seek the mother's permission by word or look. He just knelt, aimed, and took the bare-assed child while she lapped gash honey. This was the show of shows, needed to cap off such an epic bestial block orgy. The mother approved. Ann looked back to Arnold and gave him another thumb's up - fucking was now A-okay.

The only way the show could be any better is if Rosalyn were naked and the blouse was off Ann. Darlene went about making the show better. With both girls naked, Darlene then aided/urged/forced Rosalyn to her back. Once on her back, boys took her by the legs and made a wish. Ann now had a beaver she could stick her head inside and wiggle her ears. She appeared to be trying to do just that. The pictures taken in this new position were the stuff of legend. Over fifty people saw the legend in person, exhausting all film supplies in a matter of minutes.

After the old fart popped his cork, the people began filtering away. Barbara went inside and came alongside Arnold as Susan was milking the last of his load into her mouth. Ros was still flat on her back in the clutches of a mob of young boys, still holding her legs out in the splits while mauling her big titties. Ann, still eating, now had a dog lapping at the deposit the old man just left; another old man had two finger up her ass and a cock in hand, ready to take that virginity. Barbara looked from Susan's oral ministrations, then up to Arnold, saying, "I thought she was Darlene's new pet."

"Pet handler. Besides, we share - and her baby isn't here for this orgy."

"Well, it looks like the party is over. You are the neighborhood hero, Arnold. Standing at the window through the whole thing, looking like an overseer, was a smart move."

"What smart move? This is the best seat in the house for people watching. Fucking, I see plenty of at home. I now know who I can move on and how fast I can move. My first move will be on that cute, hot-to-trot mother of the three boys, the one who took a dog raping at her family's insistence. That new gal just moved into the Bradshaw place, she'll be living in the backyard by next week - welcome to my hood, bitch."

"It's your hood, now, stud. Say, ow 'bout that Rosalyn -- ain't she something?"

"Yeah. You're going to have to take a hose to that bunch. Those horny brats aren't letting her go anywhere."

"She could break free if she really tried. Until I see a genuine effort, I'll leave them alone and let nature take its course."

Susan, having completed her duty, stood, wiped her chin, then looked at the object of discussion, her old playmate, Rosalyn Phillips, now Chambers. The boys were taking turns fucking her now that Ann was out of the way and getting screwed herself by yet another man from the hood. Susan slowly shook her head and said, "This is Sodom and Gomorrah. God will not tolerate this decadence. He'll smite us all down if this keeps up."

Darlene came along to say, "It'll keep up thanks to you and your three sluts. I'll see to that personally."

"Darlene, please. You can't be serious."

"I'm dead serious, now go get Adrian for us."

"Darlene, I beg you. She has only just turned seven. She doesn't know anything. She's totally innocent."

"We'll fix that, now go."

"I can see you won't relent, so please start with Judy. She's the oldest -- almost nine! -- and she might warm to this quickly. Take one each weekend, see that they enjoy themselves, then let each tell the others. In three weeks, you'll have your sluts and I won't get in your way from then on."

"You won't, anyway. You take this video tape I shot home with you -- and show it to Hubby Bill, Judy, Adrian, and little Jennifer. It's a copy"

"Darlene, you are evil."

"I'm not finished. After the show, go to the pound and get you a large male dog, mate with him for them, then tell Bill that the girls are his, that from now on, you will be faithful to the dog."

Susan just stared open-mouthed at her smiling sister, knowing she was dead serious, knowing she would get exactly what she wanted. Susan's long nipples grew hard and puckered at the thought. Darlene drew attention to this fact by pulling down on them and releasing them to vibrate on her bare chest.

Darlene smilingly went on, "After that, take Jennifer, Judy, Adrian, and Rover over to Mom and Dad's and show them the tape. After the tape, suck off the mutt, then Judy, then Adrian, then Jennifer, then Mom, then fuck Dad or let him fuck the girl of his choice. Make the offer and then help him out. Afterward, bring Adrian over. She had best tell me what I just told you -- or I'll make you famous, bitch. This may take awhile, so I'll expect delivery by eight tonight, no later. If you are one minute late, I'll make you a little famous by loosing one of your best pictures on the church grounds, and my best were taken outdoors."

Susan found her voice and said, "Why don't you just shoot me, and get it over with?"

"Now, sis, you're being melodramatic. You're the black sheep of the family. Mom and Dad are swingers. They are, now. They'll eat this shit up and you with it. As for Bill, I have fucked him and set him up with young pussy several times. He'll welcome the change. The girls will adjust. Believe it or not, you'll adjust -- and boredom will no longer be a part of your life. One day, you'll thank me. I thought it was going to be today but I guess the magic wears off fast for you Baptists."

"I'll thank you to go straight to hell on the Satanic Express."

"Don't make me mad, Susie-Q. How would like like living with four large dogs?"

This sobering threat softened Susan's demeanor. She sheepishly said, "I'm sorry, but I'm angry with you. I'll do what you say if it kills me, so that should make up for my outburst. Adrain will give a good report, and I will deliver her on time and ready to molest. I'll deliver her nude if you wish."

"I want you both nude and bring your new lover along. Park down the street and walk. If any mutt shows an interest, stop and fuck him. Fuck every dog that shows interest, and by interest, taking notice of you is interest. Park at the end and you should pick up a dozen fucks between you before you bitches reach my door."

"Good lord, Darlene."

"Call before you head over. I want to watch and keep count. Any less than twelve' I'll be disappointed. Don't disappoint me, Susie-Q. I'll take it out on Adrian's little ass and hand you the belt. She won't have a fun time if it starts that way."

"In that case, we'll walk the street until we get twelve or more. I want Adrian to have fun with this if it can't be avoided. You won't be disappointed."

Barbara said, "Darlene, how about calling over to Rosalyn's when you get the call. We'd like to watch, too. I'll get you the number."

"Don't bother. Arnold has that one memorized."

The action on the lawn drew their attention. Rosalyn was getting mounted in the missionary position by a large mutt. The boys made the mounting possible with Ann guiding the dog's cock. Getting them started wasn't easy, but persistence paid off. Rosalyn put up a valiant struggle, fighting off the rape, but not valiant enough to bring out the garden hose. Barbara, Susan, Arnold, and Darlene moved up to the glass to watch this dramatic bestial scene that got decadent when all the boys decided that pissing on the sobbing mom could do that.

A small crowd of ten hanger's-on who had been gang banging Babs gave it a rest and gathered close to watch the eight boys and a young girl initiate a reluctant bitch. It took a while, but Rosalyn soon gave as good as she got within the constraints of eight pairs of strong little hands holding her down by her toes and tits. All the boys had screwed her, so the dog appeared to be the last of her ordeal when piss began raining down. Barbara excused herself to join her besieged chum.

Rosalyn had gained the use of her legs and used them to lift her loins up to meet the rutting animal. He clutched her middle and humped like mad while dripping slobber in her face. Boys kept the slobber washed off. Barbara stood overlooking the scene and was soon noticed by the dog-rape victim. A smile formed on both faces. Barbara said, "For someone who isn't into dogs, they sure love you."

"When in Rome .... Damn, this is good ... wet, but good."

Babs came over drenched in sperm, stood close to her mom, and said, "They were saving that dog for me, Mom. This isn't fair."

"I taught you to share. Besides, you look like you've had quite enough. Go take a golden shower and then try to keep your legs closed for a while."

"Do you mean do it doggie style for a while?"

"I mean, act your age for a while ... now, get!"

Babs got with the help of a wet smack to her fanny. As Babs trotted up the steps, Barbara looked at her hand, covered in fuck and grass clippings, shook her head, then watched a mutual orgasm between a happy mutt and a former lady.

While the dog let his dick soak in his soaked bitch, Rosalyn gathered her breath and her wits. Barbara ran off the juvenile rape gang and sent Ann into the showers. She and Babs would have themselves a ball. The other adults left without being run off.

Arnold, Susan, and Darlene made their departure and took Shaundra with them. Susan took her leave at the sidewalk, naked except for a brad new collar, carrying only the video tape and masturbating openly with her free hand as she walked to her parked bicycle; dog cum dripped with ever step. Darlene made sure that when Susan arrived home, she'd have some splainin' to do. The pretty young woman looked resigned and screwed and very sexy to boot. She wore a collar very well and looked a sight on her bicycle as she peddled away.

Susan would be socially ruined before she got two blocks, which raised the question: what was she sparing herself from by cooperating with Darlene? Dirty pictures could hardly do more damage than a Lady Godiva bike ride across town in broad daylight with spatters of dog-fuck running off her. When Susan turned her back to them, they could see that Darlene had scrawled I FUCK DOGS over her entire back with bright red lipstick, compounding the mystery. Barbara helped Rosalyn to her feet and they went into the house.

The old home town wasn't what it used to be. In a way, it was, just no longer in closets. The front lawn is much better for the decadence this town was into - much better, and the mess was good for the grass.