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                                  The Boarder in the Loft
                                      By: Phil Phantom
                                   HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

The Smedleys had a boarder living in the loft, a writer, an odd sort but he
paid very well to have his meals brought to him. He was little trouble,
little noticed, seldom seen, but the six-hundred dollars he paid in cash
each month was. That money was a godsend to the Smedleys who had three
teenage daughters all needing the things growing teenage daughters need just
to stay abreast of other teenage daughters breasts. They went through bras
like boys went through socks and would not wear each others hand-me-downs.

The oldest was Sarah at sixteen. The youngest, Karen, had just turned
thirteen. Between them at fourteen was Josephine, named after her great
aunt, an old fashioned name for a girl but everyone called her Jo. That was
cool. Jo was the coolest of the three, the cutest of the three, the sexiest
of the three, the most popular, and California-bound with stars in her eyes.
She'd be a star or a Malabu beach bunny. She'd be one or marry one, and no
one doubted that. Jo was a rare beauty and personality combination that
thousand-dollar call girls tried to emulate. Her parents adored her. Even
her siblings admired and looked up to her, though she was clearly Mom and
Dad's favorite.

The only rivalry in the Smedley home was between Karen and Sarah, and they
competed for fairest of the fair after Jo, or Mom and Dad's number two.
Sarah went for fairest of the fair after Jo after her boobs caught up with
Jo in mass but not quality, so Karen went after Mom and Dad's second most
favorite daughter. She couldn't do enough for her Mom, and she sat on Dad's
lap and let him stroke her legs. Dad loved a soft, warm daughter butt and
had a thing for girl's legs. Her Mom liked foot rubs, back rubs, calf
massages, and someone willing to help out in the kitchen.

As fine and friendly as Jo was, oddly, she was the only virgin in the house.
Sarah had a boyfriend she was head over heels over. She'd been caught head
over heels enough that everyone knew she was no virgin. Karen had been raped
at the age of ten, then molested repeatedly for the next two years by the
same man before being caught with his dick in her ass. He had to move out,
but he only paid two-hundred for the loft. The Smedleys often asked
themselves what they'd do if that had been a six-hundred dollar dick. They
never spoke their thoughts out loud, but they all had them.

They found out...nothing. Three months after Mr. X moved in, it was again
Karen's turn to bring him his tray. The girls rotated turns delivering the
evening meal. Mrs. Smedley delivered the breakfasts and lunches unless Karen
were around. If Karen saw her Mom with a tray, she'd offer to do that for
her Mommy. Karen went up, but didn't come down for over ninety minutes. When
she did, she looked like she'd been sexually molested again. She was dressed
and no semen ran down her legs, but she had that disheveled look and flush
to her features like she'd been rode hard, then wiped down and sent on her
way without a kiss.

No one said anything, so she marched straight to the bathroom, stayed there
an hour, then went straight to bed an hour early. No one bothered her, and
no one discussed this. Alice and Jack Smedley turned in without discussing
it. They had great sex like they did for days following the last time Karen
had an adult dick in her little body, but they still didn't discuss why.

After that, every third night, Karen went up and didn't come down for
between one and two hours. Alice and Jack were always horny and having great
sex. Jo got some great clothes. Sarah got to do her fucking in her bedroom.
She took John by the hand and went there, just waiting for someone to say
she couldn't fuck when her little sister could. Alice didn't say anything.
Jack ignored them.

Three weeks into the new order, Karen took her seventh tray up the stairs to
a fucking. After Sarah and John were in Sarah's bedroom, Alice and Jack went
to their bedroom. Jo sat alone doing homework at the dining table with
fucking going on in three bedrooms, making her acutely aware of her virgin
pussy. It wasn't fair. There was no one in the house she wanted to fuck, but
it still wasn't fair that she had no one, or that she, the sexiest of the
three, the fairest of the fair, Mom and Dad's favorite, wasn't getting any
nookie - for weeks!

She sat there steaming, giving off fumes from her crotch, thinking, "I could
steal John away from Sarah with a wink and a shot of leg. I could even get
Daddy to fuck me by sitting on his lap and letting him feel my soft ass with
his hard dick. And why would that child molesting pervert pick Karen over
me. She hardly has any tits at all. What does she have over me? It sure ain'
t a tight pussy. If he wants tight pussy in this house, he needs to spread
these sexy legs."

She spread them just in time for the dog who had been attracted by the
fumes. Her hand going for her pussy hit his broad nose. Dumb dog. The mutt,
strong as an ox, had a head like a basket ball and breath like a pooh pooh
choo choo. Dumb butt-licking mutt.

She said, "Great, they all get humans. I get a dog. Damnit, Barney, get your
nose out of there. I'm not your bitch, you dumb mutt. Barney, stop that! Don
't lick me there...Barney. [pulling the crotch aside] All right, you wanna
lick my pussy, go ahead and lick it, but you're not getting any pussy off of
this bitch....Oh, you like this pussy...figures, you drink out the toilet
and lick your butt. [scooting to the edge, widening the spread] Here, do you
want to lick my asshole, too? Oh, Barney, you pervert. You're as bad as that
guy upstairs. You'll lick anything, won't you. Lick my pussy some
more...umm, yes, wow, what a long tongue! I though it was just broad. Ummm,
feels like a slab of warm liver. I'm impressed, Barney. I hope you know you'
re licking my cherry. I'm a virgin, you know. I'll bet you'd like to fuck a
human virgin, wouldn't you? Is your dick getting hard? Do you want to fuck
this pussy, boy?"

Barney must have mistaken that for an invitation, because he suddenly jumped
up and hugged her about the waist while driving eight inches of cock up her
pussy in one lucky shot that went tearing right through her precious hymen,
making Jo's eyes bug out. Jo was so stunned she couldn't yell much less
speak. He knocked the breath out of her and was fucking her hard before she
got it back. By then, she was well past being a virgin and in no shape to
dislodge one-hundred and fifty pounds of locomotion lust with a tail and a
death grip. She could speak, but had nothing to say. At least, she was
getting some nookie.

Jo was getting more nookie than she bargained for. Eight inches was just
what he had in front of the knot. When the two inches of plum-size knot
finally pushed past the tight entrance, two more inches followed and stayed
as her tight pussy clamped down behind the knot. She didn't want it to, but
it did, trapping all that cock inside - by her estimation, twelve inches
with a lump in a ten-inch pussy without a lump receiver. That didn't stop
him from humping the shit out of her, though. She didn't need that. She felt
like cock would soon be emerging from her mouth, and then he climaxed and
hosed her insides with puppy juice in short but rapid staccato jerks, making
her feel like a bitch, a hung-up bitch.

She tried to push him off after getting him off, but the effort hurt him. He
let out one yelp and she stopped doing that. She didn't need anyone coming
out to investigate Barney's yelping. She didn't need anyone coming out,
period. She would never live this down and couldn't explain how they got
that way. She wasn't sure herself. All she did was give him a lick. It wasn'
t like she spread her legs wide and said, "Do you want to fuck this pussy,
boy?" Then she realized that was exactly what she did and said. She also
realized that Barney understood more English than she thought, but didn't
understand the concept of a rhetorical question.

This was all bad enough but the mutt made it worse by licking her face. He
loved licking face for some reason, and she hated that for obvious reasons.
He licks his butt being the big one. He rarely had Jo in a position where he
could get a lick, but he had her in a good one now and took full advantage.
There was no avoiding his massive tongue. He thought the effort was a game,
so she stopped fighting him and let him lick, saying, "All right, if it'll
help your dick go down, lick my fa...unghh...ummn...nunga...naknug..."

He licked inside her mouth while she was talking and wouldn't stop. He
gagged her with tongue. She tried to eject him with hers. He began licking,
but the action was so fast - out, then right back in - she had no time to
seal her mouth for fear she'd bite his tongue. He was lapping slobber out of
her mouth. Before long, she stopped fighting that, hoping that might make
his dick go down. She opened wide, moved her tongue around, and soon
realized she was French kissing with a fucking mutt who licks his butt and
hers, too.

Jo's evening was going from bad to worse, but got even worse just as his
dick seemed to be able to ease out. It got hard again, and he started in
with the moves again, dancing around, getting ready to start humping her
again. They'd be fucking again only this time she was kissing him and didn't
want to stop. Furthermore, her pussy wanted it and made moves of its own. In
fact, her pussy made his dick hard again - dumb pussy.

Jo was an active and eager partner in the second fuck, typical ex-virgin.
She gave as good as she got and was spotted doing that by her parents who
watched for a while then went right back to the bedroom with Jo being none
the wiser, not that it would have mattered at that time. They could have all
come and gathered around her, and she'd have still fucked back while French
kissing the mutt.

Afterward, she'd have been embarrassed, to be sure, like Karen was when she
got caught, like Sarah used to get when she'd get caught, and that time Jo
walked in the laundry room and caught her mother with a Maytag repairman's
black dick in her white ass, her dress bunched into her armpits with her
panties around her ankles. That was embarrassing, mostly because Jo thought
it was rape, got him by the dick, and wouldn't let go. For a while, her hand
rode a fuck and the back got wet with maternal pussy slobber. Her mom
finally had to tell her that it wasn't rape and to please leave and shut the
door. That was embarrassing for both of them, but they never talked about
it. The Smedleys didn't talk about anything sexual.

Jo thought she got away with bestiality and just in the nick of time. Sarah
and John came out right after Barney did. They needed a drink and so did
Barney. They went to the kitchen; Barney went to the toilet. They didn't
notice his dick or her wet face bent over a text book open to the section on
rhetorical questions - her assignment. Come up with five rhetorical
questions and use them in a dialog. She could think of one but couldn't use
it.

When her parents came out, they acted like they hadn't seen her fucking the
dog. That wasn't easy. Alice took an interest in Jo's assignment and had to
ignore the wet face that Jo forgot about along with the mutt hairs sticking
to her mouth and cheeks. Jack couldn't look her in the face without busting
a gut and rolling on the floor. He went off to the living room and plopped
down in his easy chair. Sarah and John went right back to her bedroom with
sodas. No one said a word though that was a no no. You can fuck, but no food
or drink in the bedrooms, except for Mister X. He, evidently, could do both.

Jo thought she pulled one off and thought that was pretty cool until she
went to piss and saw her face. That face told her that her mother knew, must
have seen, and her silence as well as said, "Okay, now we both have
something on each other. I let Negroes fuck me in the ass; you let dogs fuck
you in the pussy. Now, we're even." Until Jo realized that was what her
message was, she had been gripping the sink with white knuckles and a deep
red face. Gradually, she relaxed and broke a smile. That was cool. They were
cool. They were a cool mother and daughter, they were. Maybe they could joke
about it or tease each other:

Hey, Mom, that washer sounds funny. Maybe you should call the Maytag repair
stud.

or,

Jo, Barney looks like he could use some exercise. Why don't you take him
into your bedroom and give him a workout?

or

Mom, Maytag had to change their commercials because of you. Their repairmen
aren't lonely anymore.

or

Jo, Barney keeps getting erections. Are you coming into heat?

or

Do you know what would look good on you, Mom - a big black buck with a
twelve-inch cock.

Josephine Ester Smedley, you little bitch! Go to your room and think about
what you just said to me, and you'll sit there until I think you'll never
say anything like that to me again. Now move!

Jo shrugged and said to her reflection, "That's what would happen, all
right. You always have to push it, don't you. Never satisfied with a little.
A lick in the slit wasn't enough. You had to see if he'd lick your asshole.
Well, you dumb bitch, I hope you're satisfied now. Your mother thinks you're
a bitch...and...you have puppy juice running down your hind legs...fuck."

While Jo was in the bathroom wiping puppy juice off her legs, Alice, Jack,
John, and Sarah were in the living room. Sarah was seated on John's lap and
she had no panties on. She wasn't too obvious, but did seem to want to see
if they'd say anything. They didn't. They were Smedleys. John and Sarah were
just about to get up to do more fucking when the door to the loft opened and
Karen emerged. She was early this time, under one hour, a first. She trudged
down the stairs and went to the kitchen instead of the bathroom, another
first. She came out with a beer, went back upstairs, and into the room, yet
another first.

In addition to all these firsts, Karen didn't have her dress zipped up in
back. The dress just hung on her and showed part of her bare ass and all of
her bare back - no bra, no panties, and barefoot besides. Except for the
dress which barely stayed on, she was naked. Karen would not have come down
that way unless she was told to come down that way. She would have at least
zipped up the dress. She was obviously told not to. John and Sarah didn't
care, but Jack and Alice did. What did it mean.

Alice finally had to say something. After John and Sarah went off to fuck,
she said, "Jack, what do you make of that?"

"Well, either he wanted a beer in a hurry, or he wanted to show us that he
can fuck our daughter and we won't say shit about it."

"I don't think he was in that big a hurry. She wasn't running."

"No, she moved pretty slow like he might have said take your time."

"What does he expect us to do?"

"We're doing it...nothing."

"Can we do nothing?"

"We've been doing nothing. Karen understands the situation. Mister X isn't
Max Henley. He is three Max Henleys. We can afford to toss out one Max
Henley, but not three Max Henleys rolled into one. Look, if she couldn't
handle this, we'd have heard her whining about it. She put up with Max's
shit for two years without whining, and she sure didn't enjoy that ugly,
smelly, old butt fucker."

"She is whining, just not audible. Since he started doing this, she no
longer offers to take his trays up for me. I take that back. Last weekend
she did, but the look she gave me was, 'It's not that I want to get fucked,
honest it's not. I just want to help you by taking his tray to him. Honest
it is.' Anyway, I told her I'd handle the breakfasts and lunches."

"That's not silent whining. What we're seeing is embarrassment. We all know
she's putting out up there. She knows that we know, and we know that she
knows we know. She feels like the family whore."

"She is the family whore. By not relieving her of all tray duty, I as much
said, 'You go up there and fuck him every third day, but you don't have to
do more than that.' When he first assaulted her, I should have assumed all
tray duty and kept those girls away from him - out of sight, out of mind. He
gets so immersed in his writing, if he didn't see young pussy, he'd be no
trouble. Let's face it. She's the family whore, and we're using her to keep
him happy. He seems satisfied if we send up some little-girl pussy every
third day."

"All right, she's the family whore, but she doesn't have to feel bad about
it. You need to take her aside and praise her."

"I'm not going to praise her for being a whore. I'm her mother. You praise
her."

"I can't do that. That's a mother's place. At least tell her about Jo. That'
ll make her feel better."

Alice broke into a big smile and quietly said, "Jo knows that I know. She
does now. She does if she looked in the mirror, and she never passes a
mirror without looking."

"Jo, a fucking bitch. That's fucking beautiful, and damn can that bitch put
a fucking on a mutt."

"Hold your voice down. She could be coming down the hall. She knows that I
know but she doesn't know that you know and she knows I wouldn't tell you.
If she knew that you knew she'd be crushed. Don't ever look at her like she'
s a bitch."

"I'll try, but if I see that mutt looking at her with love-struck eyes and a
hardon, I'm busting a gut."

"I hate to tell her, but you don't play the bitch for a dog like Barney then
expect to cut him off when you don't want to play. They don't understand the
concept. Once a bitch, always a bitch."

"As it should be. We can't have her tormenting our dog. We should take away
her panties and keep her in dresses."

"Barney will not get that girl to wear pants, and he just might get her out
of her panties. Let nature take its course. He's doing fine so far without
any help from us. How about that Sarah showing us her pussy?"

"That's a damn fine pussy, her finest feature. If I knew she'd show me her
pussy after fucks, she could have been banging the boy all along."

"I doubt she'll show us her pussy after every fuck, but I wouldn't be
surprised if she did. She is certainly feeling her oats and her newfound
sexual freedom. I wouldn't be surprised to see those two start walking
around naked."

"They are certainly welcome to. Hell, he can fuck her on my lap."

Alice got up, took his hand, and tugged, saying, "If you're going to talk
like that, you come with me."

He came. Jo entered the living room in time to see their asses go behind a
bedroom door again. Once again, she found herself alone with everyone else
fucking...not actually alone. Barney was there. He came up from behind and
began licking her behind like he owned it. She knew she had a problem and
panties would have helped. Her soggy pair were in the laundry hamper. She
would have put on another pair, but Sarah and John were fucking in her
bedroom. She didn't know why but they were.

Barney now thought she was his bitch and she didn't know how to tell him she
wasn't. Dropping to her all fours didn't convey that message. It did
reinforce the notion that she was and only needed a few good licks between
the legs to get her in a mating position. Jo figured she had time to squeeze
in a quickie, but she didn't figure he'd hit the wrong hole. Her first
experience led her to believe his aim was better, when the truth was he was
lucky to hit any hole on a first stab. More experience would reveal that
fact, and more experience seemed in the offing, like it or not.

Jo didn't want her butt fucked, but Jo got her butt fucked, and a dog's
third mating is no quickie. For fifteen minutes, he humped her ass, then
stayed hung in her ass for another five. Her mother came out after three,
walked up, and said, "Christ, Jo, if you want me to help hide this, try
hiding it yourself. Hell, take it outside, but don't do this in a family
area unless you want to bring this thing of yours out into the open. I can't
imagine you wanting that, but it's your life, your reputation. We can live
with a bitch if you can wear the label. John is here. If he sees this, it'll
be all over school by noon tomorrow. I may be old fashioned, but I'm
thinking this wouldn't be cool. I know you'll be off to California the day
after you graduate, and you don't care what anyone around here thinks, but I
know you like being cool. Now, I'll go stall your father. You get Barney off
you and get decent. At least put some panties on. You don't have to. If you
want to look and act like a bitch in heat, that's fine with me. I'm sure
that would be fine with everyone. I know Barney would like that. You have
five minutes, no more."

Jo had her head hung between stiff arms, wishing she were anywhere but a
family area with a mutt up her ass and no panties on, looking like a bitch
in heat. Whatever possessed her to kneel in a traffic pattern. She knew the
answer to that - a god damn, warm, slab-of-liver tongue - fucking mutt. Jo
realized she made a big problem bigger by reinforcing a dog's nasty habit.
She wondered if there were any point in trying to hide "her thing," not if
Barney could drop her with a lick. She wasn't sure panties would make a
difference. Jeans would help, but no way was she putting her sexy legs in
pants, hot pants, maybe, but then he'd lick her bare legs and she'd have to
take them off.

His dick came out and she was free, free to decide what to do. She stood and
looked at him licking his shitty dick, shook her head and said, "If you want
to kiss me, stop doing that...yuck."

She felt like she needed to poop, so she went off to try, though she knew
any poop was packed way up there around the colon bend. She sat on the
toilet and waited. She wondered what her mom did. She wondered if they could
talk about it:

     Mom, how do you unpack your ass after you commit adultery?

     I take a good healthy shit before I commit adultery, dear.

    Suppose you never know which hole he's going to pick?

    I have one hole for Jack and one for adultery.

    With bestiality, there's two and it's pot luck.

     Yes, I suppose it is. I guess you'll need more fiber in
     your diet if you're going to be a good bitch for Barney.

Jo didn't care much for shredded wheat, but a big bowl sounded good at that
moment.

When Jo entered the living room after thirty minutes on the crapper, she saw
her mom and dad talking with John and Sarah. This time, Sarah wore only
panties. John wore only pants. She was not on John's lap. She was up and
about, showing off in panties, showing off her fair titties. Jo felt like
hauling her set out and showing her showoff ass up. That would plop her ass
down on John to keep him from getting up and onto his knees in a begging
position.

Jo came and sat across near her parents on the love seat next to John. Sarah
didn't like that. She hopped on John and took possession of both hands,
placing her bare feet in Jo's lap. Jo pushed them off, looked to her Mom,
and said, "Is Karen still up there?"

"Yes, it has now been two hours and fifteen minutes, but she has been down
twice for beers."

"Is she drinking beer, now?"

"No, the beer is for Mister X."

Sarah said to Jo, "She has become quite the little whore."

Jo said, "She looks up to her big sister and wants to be like you."

If Karen had said that, there would be a cat fight or shouting match, but
Sarah never fought with Jo. She was sure Jo would one day be a big movie
star or be married to one. She idolized Jo and treated her like royalty. Jo
could do no wrong. She kissed up to Jo worse than Karen kissed up to her
parents, so when Jo said this, Sarah smiled and said, "It's nice having
someone look up to you."

Jo said, "Then be nice to her, because she's the only one, and she has done
you a big favor unless you like doing it in the garage."

"I'm being nice to her. She did me and John a big favor. We like doing it in
a bed."

"Which reminds me. Why were you doing it in my bed?"

That put Sarah on the spot, because the reason was she felt closer to Jo
while lying in her bed. She could smell Jo while getting fucked. The room
reeked of the scent of Jo. The room was Jo. Everything about that room was
Jo, and the bed was where Jo's nude body rested. Sarah had a bad case of the
Jos and was not good at coming up with a good lie off the top of her head.
She was stumped, but her mom saved her...or buried her, by saying, "Your bed
is you, Jo. Let's just leave it at that, okay."

That did explain it, and Jo suspected as much. She had no desire to
humiliate Sarah. She was just curious. To ease tension and Sarah's
humiliation, Jo brought Sarah's legs back to her lap and began massaging
them and the feet. All tension and embarrassment instantly drained from
Sarah as she entered heaven and went limp as a rag doll, falling back,
tits-up on John's lap. John placed one hand on a tit and sent the other into
her panties. What the hell, she was a whore. They all agreed on that. No one
said anything, so he tried to work the panties down. Sarah wouldn't lift
until she felt Jo's hands at the waist band. Jo took them off and went back
to massaging. She massaged while watching John finger fuck a whore.

That was the kind of thing Jo did that made everyone adore her. Her parents
beamed with pride and snuggled, watching their favorite child give an
excellent leg massage to a fair whore with their name - The Smedley girls:
two fair whores and one excellent bitch - proud parents, and getting horny
again. These Smedley girls were killing them. Jo knew and gave them a warm
smile. She also knew that her father knew, and he knew that she knew he
knew. It was in his smile and in hers, too.

Her father was okay with it. Her mother didn't mind. Sarah would worship her
no matter what she did. John would love to watch her fuck anything if it
would mean seeing her naked, or part naked, or seeing any part he hadn't
already drooled on. Karen would love to have someone take the attention off
of her, and she was like Sarah, a sister worshiper, only she didn't have the
Jos as bad as Sarah did. Karen would steal soiled Jo panties from the
hamper, but would not dig through the bathroom garbage for used Jo tampons,
gift wrapped in toilet paper.

Jo didn't know what Sarah did with them, and didn't want to know, but she
knew she was gift wrapping her bloody tampons for Sarah. She felt like
placing her gifts on Sarah's pillow to spare her the indignity of digging
through garbage for them. Sarah would not be insulted; she'd be thrilled by
the thoughtful act of kindness. Sarah wanted Jo to know and was obvious
about it. Jo often saw Sarah retrieve her gift, but her mother wouldn't
understand that act of kindness. That would seem a bit odd, difficult to
explain, and raise the obvious question, "What does she do with them?" Jo
didn't know, didn't want to know, and was afraid her mother would know and
tell her, so she didn't lay the bloody rags on a pillow. She laid them
neatly on top of trash, instead. It's the thought that counts.

John would blab all over school, but he had no credibility. He still couldn'
t get anyone to believe he was fucking Sarah. They'd laugh in his face if he
told a Jo and the dog story, and Sarah would say it was a lie and be pissed
that he said such awful things. The only other person to consider was a
child molester they never saw and who never saw much outside his loft. He'd
probably never know, and if he did, who gives a rat's ass. He fucks little
girls and probably writes stories about it and shares them with other
perverts in other lofts with other girls bringing them food and pussy.

Now that Jo had a chance to really think this through, she realized that her
problem was no problem. She and Barney could be lovers, openly, out in the
openly, in family areas and traffic patterns. Who would object to her mating
with an animal? Who wouldn't want to watch a dog fuck her? Who wouldn't want
to see her French kissing with a shaggy mutt? Why would anyone tell her to
stop teasing the dog with her naked pussy? Where else can a girl fuck a dog
if not in her own home in front of her own family?

She realized all this while stroking Sarah's wet inner thighs, and also
realized she had come up with five rhetorical questions, but five she couldn
't use for Freshman English. Why, she wondered, do all good rhetorical
questions relate to fucking dogs, and why is my hand so fucking wet?

No one knows the answer to the first mystery, but her hand was so fucking
wet because John was pulling slit slobber out of Sarah and wiping it on
thigh flesh in advance of Jo's hand. Real cute. Jo went to get some to wipe
on his grinning face. While getting some from the source, it suddenly dawned
on Jo that this marked the first time she ever had her hand between Sarah's
legs. The first clue came when Sarah moaned, opened up her legs, and lifted
into the hand. The cunt seemed desperate for more.

Jo was in a fix. She had a nice sloppy hand to get John good with, but she'd
have to abandon a sister in need to do it. Jo being Jo took care of her
sister. She began working the clit though she felt queer doing it, didn't
want to do it, and didn't want to even more as Sarah went wild and began
writhing all over, making things difficult. Jo hated to give smiling John
the satisfaction of watching her play with her sister's pussy, but what John
thought or saw meant nothing. What her parents saw and thought meant
something, and this lesbo sister action was aimed right at them.

They had a real good view, especially when Sarah threw her right leg up on
the back of the love seat and dropped the left to the floor and out to the
extreme, making a splits-wide beaver that could piss and hit both parents
with a little hip action. Jo sat to the side offering a clear view of the
beaver and the hand action. She soon realized that both parents either loved
seeing Sarah's pussy or her hand working it, possibly both. They seemed
thrilled by this queer development.

At first, Jo wanted to hurry and get Sarah off, but on seeing the interest
in her parent's faces, she slowed down and brought her other hand into play,
sending fingers up the hole. They loved that but not as much as Sarah did.
She cried in ecstasy. Jo now masturbated Sarah the way Jo masturbated Jo and
it looked mighty vulgar and got awfully messy. Sarah was flip-flopping all
around and had to be restrained by John so that Jo could fuck her. Jo fucked
her good, made her cum like a busted radiator hose, then topped off this
exhibition by putting her face in it and sticking her tongue up it. She
figured eating pussy was no worse than fucking a mutt. Nothing could hold
Sarah for that. She was just getting over one orgasm when another hit. The
whole engine blew.

Jo ate pussy through that orgasm and another ten minutes later while
everyone leaned in, pulled themselves up, or craned necks to watch. She
lapped, probed, licked, and sucked Sarah's snatch. She did all the things
she thought real lesbians do to include wallowing in a cunt. She came away
from that crotch looking like she had been French kissing with Barney. This
time, she had pubic hairs stuck to her face. She looked funny. Jack tried
not to laugh. Her mother said, "Go wash your face, Jo. Your sister is
shedding."

Jo got up, went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror - indeed, she was. Jo
thought that was pretty cool of her mom - your sister is shedding - good use
of bitch metaphor, another sign of their bond. Cool. She tried to think of
black dick metaphors while washing her face. All she could think of was
black python, but how to use it in a sentence that wouldn't clue her father.

When Jo returned to the group, she knew what her sister was going to say and
she said it: I want to do you, now.

Jo politely declined. Sarah begged and pleaded. John begged and pleaded. Her
father said, "Oh, go on, Jo. You see how badly she wants it. You can't
possibly be shy with a body like yours. Go on, let your hair down, relax,
you're among family. Let Sarah eat your pussy."

And her mother added, "It's just us and the dog, Jo. You don't mind if
Barney sees you naked, do you?"

That was a lousy metaphor but it did the trick. Jo said while reaching for
the zipper on her skirt, "Fine, I'll let her eat my pussy, and I'm not
bashful, especially not in front of Barney." Once naked, she stopped at
Barney, squatted, and placed her wide beaver in his muzzle, while roughing
up his tired head, saying, "I'm not bashful with you, am I boy...no her
not...her's not bashful one tiny bit with you."

He gave her cunt a good sniffing and a few courtesy licks, but he didn't
want to start anything with this bitch who obviously did. That demonstration
left Sarah and John looking to each other with expressions that said, "She
sure ain't bashful around Barney."

Jo made her point then stood ready to make another. Her father said, "Lie
back on John's lap exactly the way Sarah was."

Jo shrugged. This was John's lucky day, but Sarah appeared to be the most
excited. Jo sat and laid back, placed her legs out and got a face in her
beaver. John's hands took her by the tits, and Barney padded over to lick
her face. She didn't want to make that many points, but the licking going on
at both ends of her body, along with John's handy work on breast flesh and
nipples, changed her mind. They were soon kissing and thrilling everyone.

Kissing made Barney horny and that became evident as he tried to climb over
her with a fully erect cock hanging out of the sheath. That cock and the
back end of Barney were crowding Sarah. After accidentally licking Barney's
cock for the third time, Sarah whined, "Mom, get Barney out of here. He's
trying to fuck her while I'm trying to eat her. I keep licking his damn
dick."

"Maybe that's why he's trying to fuck her. Why don't you get out of the
way?"

"What, and let Barney fuck Jo!"

"You could stay there and lick them while they fuck. It's up to you, but he
is determined to fuck her, and she obviously wants him to."

Sarah thought, saw the truth in her mother's outlandish words, then eased
out so the horny mutt could fuck the horny bitch. Barney eased in, got
centered, and got in the right hole thanks to John. Now, John had a story to
tell. Jo Smedley fucked a big dog right on his lap, fucked him good, too.
They even French kissed while they fucked. John was tickled pink until he
realized he'd never be able to peddle that line of bullshit and all this was
just going to get his lap wet with mutt fuck. Still, it was pretty neat, and
Jo was naked on his lap. No one would believe that, either. Still, Jo was
naked on his lap getting fucked by a mutt. He believed it.

They all believed it, and they all included Karen who entered the group
unnoticed though she was stark naked with cum running down both legs and
some in her hair. Mister X wanted a light for his cigarette. Jack lit it,
handed it back to her, and went back to watching Jo get fucked. Mister X's
cigarette burned down to the filter in Karen's fingers. They were now
finished, but Karen had no cigarette to bring to Mister X. Alice saw the
problem, reached for her pack, lit one, handed it to Karen, and said, "Take
him that. It's a menthol, but that's all I've got. If he doesn't want that,
bring one of his and I'll light it for him."

"Can I take the lighter? There's more in the junk drawer."

"No, if he wanted a lighter, he'd have sent you for a lighter. He just
wanted to send you. We got the message, now go deliver ours unless you don't
want to. You don't have to, Karen. You don't have to do anything. We can get
by without Mister X's money, we just can't get by well. We owe you for what
you've done so far, and we're all very grateful, but we don't expect you to
do this for us."

Barney had just dismounted and wandered off. Jo had been watching this
exchange. She remained sprawled on John's lap. With Barney gone, John went
for the pussy, got three fingers in, and amused himself with the mess. He
still played with the titties. He had both hands full as Jo called Karen
over. Karen came up and looked Jo over, especially in the crotch area. Jo
took her hand to get her attention. Karen looked to the other end of Jo as
Jo said, "Don't do this so that I can have nice things. I wouldn't want them
at your expense. If you want to serve the family, I think that's fine, just
don't do this for me alone. I want to second everything Mom said. We owe you
for what you've done so far. I'm proud of you. I'm very proud, and you don't
need to go back up there to make me any prouder. Now, Sarah has something
she'd like to tell you, don't you Sarah?"

Sarah got up off the arm of the love seat, came up, and got down on her
knees and hugged Karen around the waist, laying her cheek on Karen's mound
with lips touching Karen's lips. Karen looked down on that sight with eyes
of wonder, then astonishment as her sister turned her head inward and
planted a kiss right on the lips, a French kiss, three in a row to a fucked
pussy - WOW!

Sarah planted the kisses, then disengaged and sat back on her heels, taking
both of Karen's hands in both of hers, saying, "I owe you more than anyone.
Now, I can be a whore in my own home and be accepted as a whore. You're not
the whore, Karen. I am. I'd love to be serving Mister X the way you do, but
he picked you over me. You're prettier, sexier, cuter, and younger, but you'
re no whore. Maybe that's why he picked you over me. He obviously doesn't
want a whore. I will always look up to you, Karen, even if I have to get
down on my knees to do it."

Alice was crying and Jack was tearing up. John stopped fucking around and
just sat there. Karen looked like a new girl, full of pride and pleasure,
absent all shame. She pulled Sarah up and hugged her, hugged her tight. They
both hugged each other tight. Their war was over forever. Karen looked up,
their eyes met, and they kissed, not sexually, softly, a the-war-is-over
kiss, and then they eased apart.

Karen stubbed out what was left of the cigarette, took another from her Mom'
s pack, boldly lit it herself, puffing it to a cinder, coughing, then she
looked around to one and all, finally to the parents and said, "I'm going
back up, but I may be coming right back down again. I don't think he likes
menthols." She left but paused at the stairs, turned, and said, "I'll
deliver all of his meals from now on, except when I'm in school. I'll also
bring him whatever he wants from now on, or if he just wants my pussy, I'll
bring him that, too. I'll keep him here paying rent."

She went half way up, paused, turned, looked to Sarah, and said, "And Sarah,
I'm the whore. You do it for free. I'm only doing this for the money. I'm
the whore. I just want to get that straight. As for looking up to me, that's
fine when I'm going up or down stairs, but if we are on level ground, you
are my big sister and you'll always be my big sister no matter how tall I
get. I'll always look up to you even when you get down on your knees. [she
headed back up, paused, turned] Especially when you get on your knees. [she
took three steps and turned] That was really neat what you did. I really
really like the way you kiss and where you kiss. [with her hand on the door
knob] You do owe me." With that said, she entered the room.

Everyone downstairs was smiling. Jo got up and had to pry John's hands off
of and out of her body. Sarah helped, then helped wipe Jo. Sarah wiped very
well and dried with her tongue. She had a bad case of the Jos. Sarah finally
had to be pried off so that Jo could sit on her Daddy's lap the way she used
to, though she never used to do that naked. She placed her legs in her
mother's lap, but only after Alice patted her lap indicating that she wanted
them there. And there she sat, hugging her daddy around the neck, feeling
his dick get hard the way it used to while her mother massaged legs like she
never used to, all the way to the crotch, mostly in the crotch.

Jo said to her daddy, "You know, if Mom would look the other way, you could
be my first human."

Before he could say anything, Alice said, "Don't I get to watch? I let you
watch me and the Maytag repairman."

Jo laughed and said, "All right, Mother, you get to watch...for two minutes,
no more."

"That's not fair. You got to watch him fuck my ass for at least five
minutes."

"I'm sure it seemed like five minutes to you. Seemed like thirty seconds to
me...all right, you can watch Daddy fuck me for five minutes and you can
play with his cock and my pussy while he's fucking me. We may as well even
the score."

"That's all well and good, but I'm afraid he's down for the count."

"Not according to my butt, he's not."

Jack said, "Your mother is right. It's up, but it's a standing dead man."

"All right. I'll take a rain check."

Her mother was getting into playing with pussy, not masturbating, just
playing, feeling, exploring, amusing herself, so Jo gave her a good spread
and settled back in her Father's arms to watch along with him. When Jo did
that, Alice got serious, placed one of Jo's legs behind her back and moved
the other out more, making a splits-wide beaver that she used both hands on.
She still wasn't masturbating Jo, just playing intently and effectively
without shame or inhibition while Jack played with his daughter's remarkable
titties. It was like she offered herself up as a little sex doll for them,
and they accepted the offer.

They expected Karen to come right back down but she didn't come down for ten
minutes. When she did, she was naked with a face full of runny cum, holding
another unlit cigarette. She came over and handed the cigarette to her
mother, saying, "You better light it. If I put it to my lips it'll get
soggy."

Alice took the cigarette and reached for the lighter while saying, "So, he
jacked off in you face. Is that a first?"

"No hardly, and I think he wants you to see this."

She turned and showed her butt and what was written on the left cheek: I
FUCKED YOUR LITTLE GIRL. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT?

Alice read that while lighting the cigarette, then said, "Kinky bastard."

Karen faced her parents again and said, "You should raise his rent. He's
loaded. He has uncashed checks just lying around, some for over a thousand.
He's nuts about me. He'd pay through the nose."

Alice said, "Turn around and bend over. Jack, hand me a pen."

Alice wrote in capital letters to match his, only she used the other cheek
and wrote: RAISE YOUR RENT

Karen felt what she wrote, stood, and smiled, took the cigarette, and went
up. She came down with something written over her pussy: HOW MUCH?

Alice wrote on the inner thighs while Karen made a splits-wide beaver on the
coffee table, $1000 with the $10 on the right inner thigh and the 00 on the
left, pussy in the middle. Off she went, and back and forth she went,
serving as a communication medium with her body serving as a note pad.

TOO MUCH

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT

SHE'S ONLY WORTH $800

HER ASSHOLE ALONE IS WORTH $800

I DON'T FUCK HER ASSHOLE. MY COCK IS TOO BIG.

IS YOUR COCK TOO BIG TO FIT IN HER MOUTH?

MY COCK FITS IN YOUR DAUGHTER'S MOUTH JUST FINE.

THEN I STICK BY $1000. HER PUSSY AND HER MOUTH ARE EASILY WORTH THAT.

CAN I KNOCK HER UP AND KEEP HER KNOCKED UP?

This, they had to discuss, but Karen said she'd bear him a bastard if they
could get a grand out of him. Alice wrote on her belly:

NOT IF YOU FUCK HER IN THE MOUTH OR JACKOFF IN HER FACE. IF YOU WANT HER TO
GET PREGNANT, FUCK HER IN THE PUSSY AND CUM THERE.

YOU GOT A DEAL

WHERE'S THE REST OF MY RENT? YOU OWE FOUR HUNDRED OR STOP FUCKING HER UNTIL
THE FIRST.

Karen came down looking like a Greyhound bus station bathroom wall with
bills rolled up and stuffed in her pussy. She came up to her mother and
bowed her legs. Alice took the bills - four hundred - not bad. She smiled
and said, "Karen, you did great."

"Yeah, but look at me. I can't go to school looking like this. Dirty books
aren't allowed in school."

Alice went back to fingering Jo's wide spread, not finger fucking, more a
sensual massage of the internal organs, while saying, "Tomorrow is Friday.
You can stay home. By Monday, you'll be good as new. Just don't show anyone
your pussy or they'll know how much it rents for. I laid that on rather
thick. I think you'll wear your price tag for a week or more. I might even
touch it up. I enjoyed placing a price tag on your sexy pussy."

Karen watched several fingers massaging Jo's liver while saying, "Great!
Keep touching it up. I'll wear it for as long as you like. I think I'll stay
naked until Monday morning."

Jack said, "We wish you would, and keep reminding us what you rent for.
Makes my dick hard."

Jo said, "You'll be fun to read and re-read. Sarah will kiss a thousand
dollar pussy until her lips turn blue."

Sarah was on John's lap making out but listening. On hearing this, she broke
a kiss to say, "I sure will. Bring that grand pussy over here."

Karen stayed put, still staring at Jo's pussy as she said, "She'd kiss your
pussy till her lips bled. You have a ten-thousand dollar pussy between your
legs, Jo. I'd kiss your pussy even after Barney had his dick in it."

Jo reached out to place a hand on Karen's cheek, saying, "You are so
sweet...and sticky."

Karen laughed as Jo wiped her sticky palm on her father's slacks. Karen went
back up to the room, but stopped by Sarah for a pussy French kiss, three in
a row.

The Smedleys became a decadent lot in a very short time, but that is bound
to happen when you combine need, greed, money, four pussies, three dicks,
and a dog under one roof. They weren't going to sit there wishing or licking
their butts.

                                               The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in unsafe sex
practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
and are offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation. Before
you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can
all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to
other minors. PP

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