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                                                      Camp Hedon
                                                        By: Tiffany
                                             HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

They say you never really get to know your parents, that parents mask a very
important facet of
their personality and character from their children - sexuality.  I'll vouch
for that.  Mine sure did, but as grandparents they stopped doing that in a
most dramatic way - at a swinger's retreat/nudist camp deep in the outback
of California's San Bernardino Mountains, a high desert retreat two-hundred
miles northeast of San Diego.  There, for an entire three-day weekend, me
and my two young teenage daughters found out first-hand what nasty fuckers
those two really are.

They must have thought the time was right and the girls were ripe.  I was
now six months into a
divorce proceeding - separated, but not yet dating.  The time was right.
The girls were also ripe, both deep in the throes of puberty, still virgins
but dreaming of the night they wouldn't be.

Casey had just turned fifteen and was now free to go on early dates - in by
ten.  Casey is a lovely girl, petite and blonde with big, blue-green eyes, a
fetching smile, a winning personality, and a compact but curvaceous body
other girls envied and the guys drooled over.  Men drooled, too,and she had
been warned about drooling men.  They both had, but Casey was the one I
worried about.  That girl was rape bait, too cute and sexy for her own good.
Everything about Casey is soft and sexy, warm and healthy looking.  She
exudes sensuality, feminine grace,  and doesn't look or act like a fighter.
That is rape bait.

Shaundra (Sandy), thirteen and a half, slightly taller, darker, and much
more precocious than her older sister, needed a sign to warn drooling men
not to get too close.  She was a bit of a Tom-boy and tough.  She thought
biker babes with vulgar tattoos were sexy.  Her hymen, if she
had one, was giving her fits.  I figured she'd be first to rid herself of
that pesky membrane that got in the way of deep penetration self-fucking if
she hadn't taken matters into her own hands and done so already.  My
vegetables sometimes smell awfully fishy.  I'm sure she was the one who
didn't wash them after use.  She was the type to get a big kick out watching
us eat a salad that had been up her twat.  Sniffing veggies got to be a wise
habit.

My girls were ripe and I was ripe and ready to allow them to vent their lust
on dozens of
unsuspecting adults.  That Mom and Dad could read that readiness,
willingness, and ableness in
us seems pretty obvious in hind sight.  Clues were everywhere after Frank
packed his bags and
honored his restraining order.  One simply had to be tuned into horny signs,
or have a good nose
for ripe pussy in need of a good fucking.  In my home, three very ripe
pussies made the wallpaper
peel and curl at the edges; that, or it was the El Nino moisture.  I think a
person could smell hot
cunts.

None of us suspected a thing at the unexpected invitation to join them on a
camp out.  We knew
they went often, always to the same place, that the camp was private,
members only, and catered
to people of their generation - the sixties generation now tired and
retired.  Some were Vietnam
Veterans, some were ex-hippies.  All set aside their former differences to
kick back and roast
marshmallows - or so we envisioned.  Still, camping was something to do and
we were all
curious about this Camp Hedon place.

Dad retired his insurance business right about the time I retired my
worthless hubby.  He bought
a big motor home and they began hitting our local mountains.  It wasn't long
until they
discovered Camp Hedon.  From then on, if they weren't home, they were in the
hills.

That place changed them.  At first, I thought retirement changed them.  They
became silly, even
childish at times, especially around the girls.  Frisky is a better term -
naughty and frisky was
even better.  They were far more casual in their dress.  As warmer weather
set in, their attire was
even vulgar at times.  They were both far too touchy feely with girls their
age, even with me.  Dad
was like a young teenage boy with sex always on his mind, and Mom...well,
Mom reminded me
of those girls who would trip a guy and be under him before he hit the
ground.  We used to call
them whores though they never charged for their sexual services.  I got the
feeling I could call
Mom a whore and she'd smile.

They were quick to tell us when we looked sexy and what looked sexy.  It was
like the English
Language Commission had replaced the word "pretty" with "sexy" and no one
told us.  They told dirty jokes or stories and Mom would use the terrible
"F" word along with
many others almost as harmful to young minds.  Dad always had but used to
apologize once he
saw that he slipped in mixed company, and he never slipped in company mixed
with young
people.  After a few months of Camp Hedon, you would think the English
Language Commission
had discovered a cure for the harmful affects of saying "fuck" in front of
kids.

Mom was worse than Dad, and I never once heard her say that word until they
started camping.
The girls loved their new, cool grandparents - Sandy especially.  Each visit
brought a cooler
version along with better jokes, and better stories, more fucks per joke or
fucking in a story.  A
visit wasn't complete until Mom asked if I had gotten fucked yet - not
screwed, not laid, fucked.
This always brought giggles from the girls who knew the answer, or thought
they knew.  Now,
we had a chance to see this Camp Hedon place for ourselves.

We jumped at the offer once we found out they had a bathing suits optional
swimming pool.  San
Diego has a world-renown bathing suits optional beach - Black's Beach.  Me
and the girls went
there on the first week of summer vacation.  We had a ball, saw a lot of
great balls, got naked,
and drew a lot of attention from the beach and the cliffs above the beach.
We were later to learn
that a mother and two young daughters were a rare sight on Black's Beach.

We would have returned, but we actually drew too much attention, and keeping
Sandy out of the
dunes we'd been warned about proved to be a real challenge.  Returning would
be asking for
trouble, but a pool in a members-only campground sounded just wonderful.  I
could work on my
all-over tan and the girls could frolic and show off their young hard bodies
to their heart's
content - assuming Mom and Dad had no objection.  Something told me they
wouldn't mind one
bit.

Actually, my father's difficult-to-conceal erection told me.  He had no
business wearing short
shorts without a jock strap - at least underwear.  I knew my ex-Marine
Captain daddy was big,
but I never knew exactly how big.  I felt like calling him Big Daddy and
asking him if he ever
went to Black's Beach.

Mom was no better, wearing an itty bitty string bikini with a light wrap
that was unbuttoned.  I
saw no tell-tale white, and much of her intimate skin that should be white,
wasn't.  She looked
like a Black's Beach regular, and she looked damn fine for a woman in her
mid-fifties, a bit
weathered on the face and hands, but there wasn't a damn thing wrong with
her body if you like
full-figured women.  Mom's tits never looked bigger or firmer, making me
wonder if she'd had a
boob job.  Her top did no supporting and very little in the way of covering.
More tit flesh showed
than not.

They were all set to go and had stopped by on the spur of the moment.  We
were told we didn't
need anything except tooth brushes.  That was all my little slut bunnies
needed to hear.  Now, all
they had to do was get sexy, or sexier, though they were both told they
looked sexy by both
grandparents.  Sandy got her butt pinched by a hand that went under the back
of her skirt - her
butt or her twat.  It was hard to tell by the jump and she would giggle at
either.  I remained rooted
to the spot trying to figure out who these strangers were.  I liked them,
but they were not my
parents; at least not the two I grew up with.

Though they had gradually been leading up to behavior like this which served
to temper my
shock, they had never been this bad or this frisky.  Mom noted my puzzled
look and came over to
hang an arm around my upper back, cupping my far shoulder in her left hand,
mashing a breast
of hers into a breast of mine - her left, my right, a good matched set, too.
We had  both been
D-cups, but I wasn't sure she hadn't become a double D as she said, "Relax,
Donna.  I know you
find this shocking, but we now have
new friends and a new lifestyle.  I'd like you and the girls to look it
over, give it a try, and see if
you like it.  If you don't, we can always bring you back."

I looked at her tit, then up to say, "I'm sure we'll like it, but exactly
what is IT?"

Daddy came up on my other side, took my left hand, and placed it firmly on
his cock over the
thin shorts, saying, "We're not a Bible study group, Donna."

Woah, heavy stuff! Who is this ballsie stallion? While I squeezed his cock,
Mom admonished,
"Pete, you're going to frighten her off before we even get into the RV."

"She's squeezing my cock, Alice.  I don't think she's afraid.  I'm afraid
she won't give it back."

I kept on squeezing and feeling his cock, something I had always wanted to
do, as I said, "These
things don't frighten me, and they sure don't frighten my girls.  I just
want to know if we should
bring toothbrushes and condoms."

Mom smiled and pressed her boob in harder, now mashing as she said, "These
people are all
squeaky clean and recently tested.  We will take care of any abortions.  We
can buy condoms, but
we would prefer not to.  Everyone hates them.  They are so unnatural.  We
are now devout nature
lovers, Donna.  We like to fuck the natural way and let nature take its
course."

That pretty much laid all the cards on the table, but that condom crack was
meant as a joke.
Essentially, they were trying to interest me in bringing my nubile young
virgins to a friendly
child molester's camp out.  I was surprised she didn't add, "Oh, and don't
forget to bring their
fertile wombs.  We like knocking up young girls like we used to in the
sixties."

This was heavy, HEAVY stuff, way heavier than I expected.  This wasn't
Black's Beach in the
hills with no beach, this was the dunes, all dunes.  I said, "This is quite
a group you two joined,
and quite a leaf you turned over.  I need to think this over - not for me,
for them.  I'd love to go
with only a toothbrush."

Dad said, "Let the girls go and decide for themselves.  They're old enough
to make decisions
concerning their bodies, with or without your permission.  Parents rarely
get an opportunity to be
a part of this process.  No one will force anything on them, and whatever
they do or don't do,
you'll get to watch.  We have one strict rule that requires any sex
involving a minor be done out
in the open where all can see."

I sarcastically said, "How nice for the voyeurs."

Dad said, "We didn't make that rule for the voyeurs.  That rule is to
protect the children.  Voyeurs
just profit, and we are all voyeurs at heart, Donna, even you."

He was right about that, but I never wanted to watch either of my daughters
getting screwed by
an adult.  On the other hand, if they were screwing an adult regularly and I
couldn't stop them, I'd
want a peek.  I had a few fantasies along those lines, even one where I was
invited in and given a
chair beside the bed.  Humm, could be interesting at that.  I said, "How
many children will be
involved?"

Mom said, "Not many.  This is a place for adults.  We keep the female minor
numbers down for
several reasons.  For one, sexually active girls require a great deal of
attention and get most of the
male attention.  If there were too many, the men couldn't make we mature
gals or the girls
happy."

While Mom spoke, Dad placed my hand inside his shorts so that my excessive
and unrelenting
fondling could be done on his naked cock - a very good move if you were
trying to impress a
mature gal like me.  If he was trying to pique my interest, he piqued it.
While pumping his
weeping cudgel, I said to Mom, "How many is too many?"

"Usually no more than six or eight, and we consider a young mommy like you a
girl."

What a great cock my daddy had.  I estimated ten inches as thick as a medium
cucumber -
perfect.  I asked, "How many men?"

"Three, sometimes four dozen."

"FOUR DOZEN...MEN...GROWN MEN?"

"Yes, men like your father.  On a three-day weekend such as this, possibly
fifty or sixty, but I
think we can expect at least nine, possibly twelve young things to share the
load.  I should say,
loads.  Young boys and young men will also be there.  Figure two or three
dozen of them.  We
should have a full camp, well over a hundred campers - roughly seventy with
dicks."

"Jesus Christ, Mother! When you say nine to twelve young things, is that
counting us or not
counting us?"

"Counting you three."

"Damn, Mother, we'll get dog piled."

Daddy said, "You may as well tell her about the dogs, too, Alice.  I don't
want her freaking out
when she gets there and sees them."

DOGS! My expression said it all.  Mom wanted to leave that as a surprise,
but Daddy was right.
Mom moved behind me, lifted my dress past my waist, placed her lips right at
my ear and said,
"Figure in three dozen dogs - horny male dogs - friendly...horny...male dogs
that have never
been with a bitch that had more than two legs."

My mind blew a moral gasket.  I said, "Mom, you have got to be shitting me.
You can't possibly
mean what I think you mean."

"Don't knock it until you try it, Donna, and you'll never find it easier to
try than out at Camp
Hedon.  Those mutts all think we're bitches and a bare pussy is an
invitation to mate.  If you don't
feel like being mounted or licked, just wear bathing suit bottoms or tight
shorts.  Panties
sometimes work, but some mutts know how to get around them.  Most have been
trained to honor
a hidden pussy, but there are bad dogs.  Those, you have to smack, and there
are some you are
wise not to smack.  Never smack a dog with a spiked collar.  They rape."

Fuck! She sounded serious.  I was never sure whether bestiality was real or
something from
mythology.  The idea seemed absurd, although if a human could mate with any
animal, a dog
would be that animal.  I had in my lifetime encountered a few who seemed to
want to try and I
wondered if any human female ever got down on hands and knees to see what
might happen.
Sure, I thought about it; still, the idea of actually doing it and going
through with full intercourse
seemed...absurd, ridiculous, certainly degenerate, and my parents weren't
degenerates - child
molesters, possibly, but not degenerate child molesters - no, not my
parents - impossible.

Mom had me by the waist, not holding, she was hugging tight like dogs do,
making me feel like I had a horny dog on me - again.  Dad took advantage and
sent his hand
down the front of my panties and on in between my legs.  I had him by the
cock; he soon had me
by the cunt; fair was fair, but this dual assault had a sinister purpose
that wasn't fair.

Mom simulated a dog's mating action very well, and Dad's two middle fingers
simulated a dog's
dick very well - I assumed - and their combined actions were an unfair
influence.  Who wouldn't
want to be fucked by a dog who used to be her parents.  Looking over my
shoulder to my
humping mommy, I said, "Mother, you are blowing my mind.  Are you serious?
Are you saying
you've done this?"

With Dad still finger fucking me in time to Mom humping her mound into my
ass, she said,
"When I arrive at Camp Hedon, I get naked and stay that way; furthermore, my
knees rarely get
closer than eighteen inches apart.  I love getting licked, and I'll take a
mount any way Rover
wants it.  Our men are partial to the young girls, but our dogs don't care
what the age is.  If
anything, they go for pussy they can sink deep in with no trouble.  Dogs
love to burry the knot,
Donna.  Even you would have trouble taking the knot, but you haven't been
fucked until you do.
Once you do, you'll be a bitch in a large crowd if need be."

My head was spinning with lurid images.  Camp Hedon, indeed.  Who were these
people, and
who was this bitch with her cunt up my ass.  I still held and stroked Dad's
cock, now out in the
open.  I pumped his magnificent fuck stick with my incestuous mind in a fog.

I stood there and let them fuck me like a dog because it felt so good.
Between them, they made
an excellent dog - or so I figured.  What did I know.  I knew what felt
good.  In my mind, I
pictured a dog on my back with his stubby cock hammering away in my cunt.
My prejudices
melted quickly on my doggie daddy's fingers.

When the girls emerged from the bathroom, I let his dick go and he put it
away while turning
away.  Mom eased off and let my skirt fall into place.  The girls didn't see
anything, or didn't see
much.  We heard them in time to break off, but there I was feeling woozy,
wet, and warm,
thinking, "DOGS? MY MOTHER FUCKS DOGS!"

I left the room to get ready.  I left the room to clear my head and think
straight.  Mom tried to
follow, I'm sure to prevent any clear thinking, but I asked her to stay.  I
knew they had to want us
very badly for her to not to want me making any rational decisions.  Dad was
the responsible one
who made her leave me alone.  Reluctantly, she returned to him, and I could
sense her saying,
"Damnit it, Phil, we did all that work for nothing."

I had been worked on very effectively by two people who knew what they were
doing.  That dog-
fuck simulation had to have been well-rehearsed.  I felt like I had been
fucked by a big dog, and
damnit, I liked it.  I liked it a lot.  They had me ready to hop in the RV
and party hearty with my
naked nymphs.  I would most certainly cool down but I wouldn't say their
work was for nothing.  I
cooled rapidly while sitting on the edge of my bed, fighting to keep my
hands from finishing
what Dad started.  He wasn't trying to make me cum.  He wanted me teetering
at the edge, willing
to fuck a police K-9 unit in a Shriner's parade for a tip over the orgasmic
edge.  He was good,
damn good.  I always thought he might be.

I always thought my father might be that one man with a big dick who knew
how to use it and
took his time, engaged in exciting foreplay, and gave his lover multiple
orgasms before blasting
her womb with a copious load of semen.  I looked high and low before
settling on my almost
ex-husband, but he was a poor substitute who got worse over time.  The
trouble with well-hung
men is they think that's all they need to bring to the bed - a big organ.
They are all full of shit,
but my daddy seemed different.  As I sat on that bed, I just knew I had been
right all along.

Young boys with drop-dead-gorgeous mothers probably dream of being mother
fuckers.  I know
my brothers all did - they dreamed, anyway.  Well, I had a hunk for a dad
and I dreamed of being
a father fucker - I dreamed, anyway.  In my dreams I was always the seducer,
because I couldn't
picture him making any sexual moves on me.  I could picture him responding
to mine.  My daddy
only spent a few years in the Marines, but he remained an officer and a
gentleman all his life.
Above all, my daddy was all man.  Even an officer and gentleman would put a
slut out of her
misery.  The trouble was, I could never make that transition to slut around
him.

Things were different, now.  He made moves on me and I acted like a slut
when he did.  I was
putty in their hands, and on his hands I was a pure slut in misery.  No,
their efforts had not been
wasted at all.  If I had to go to Camp Muttville in order to be Daddy's love
child, off we'd go,
toothbrushes in hand.  He said he'd cover the abortions, and his word was
his bond.

They were very pleased to see me emerge, ready to go camping.  I don't know
if they pulled that
same stunt on my girls, but my girls had been warmed up and their panties
were on the floor.  So
that they would all know that I noticed, I stopped to pick up the discarded
undies and took them
to the laundry hamper.  Dad waited on me at the front door wearing a
devilish smile.  As I readied
the door for locking, he turned my face to his and gave me a passionate,
lovers kiss that blew my
sandals off.

We kissed right in the open doorway with Mom and the girls watching from
inside the RV.  I
thought he was going to fuck me, right there, right then.  There was so much
repressed passion in
that kiss that my panties fell to my feet, or were blown to my feet.
Actually, he worked them
down while kissing.  From the knees down, they fell.  It just felt like the
kiss blew them off.  Fuck,
what a kiss that was! Blew me away.  I almost forgot to lock the door.  I
almost forgot to close the
door.  He took care of both after removing my panties, then helped me to the
RV.  My panties
remained on my doorstep, and I didn't give a fuck.

En route, he leaned in and whispered, "I have always wanted to do that,
Donna, ever since you
entered puberty I have wanted to do that and much more."

I just looked at him and said, "There's more?"

"Much more.  Much, much more."

Before stepping into the RV, I said, "Well then, lead the way."

Too bad he had to drive or I would have fucked his brains out.  Oh, the time
we wasted being
your typical father and daughter.  From the time I entered puberty, I have
wanted that big mother
fucker to be a big daughter fucker.  On to Camp Hedon and glory.

                                       * * *

I sat at the table with Mom and the girls.  Sandy beside Mom; Casey next to
me.  I sat on the aisle
facing the rear.  I wanted to be facing front so that I could see him, even
his back.  Mom and the
girls had taken off their clothes while we were making out in the doorway.
The girls were still
giddy from being naked in a vehicle.  Mom did get a boob job and her
high-riding, proud hooters
were a hit with girls.  Casey had to lie across the table to feel them which
gave me a good view of
her ass as I came up.  That awareness plopped her ass down quickly.  I
thought about stripping
down before sitting down, but I wasn't ready.  It took me over an hour to
get ready at Black's
Beach, though Sandy stripped right away and Casey ten minutes after her.  In
my own time, I was
sure I'd join them.  Looked like fun.

Mom was telling the girls about Camp Hedon, telling them the truth about
Camp Hedon,
describing what camp would be like for them in the crudest of terms, but my
mind was on the
driver and his magnificent cock.  It wasn't until I heard her say the words
dog and cock in the
same sentence; in fact, right beside each other, that I tuned in.

I couldn't believe she'd tell them about that, too, but then it dawned on me
that my daughters
were also females, that they would have exposed genitals, and that a pussy
the dogs could see
was an invitation to mate.  That realization will make a mother sit up and
take notice.  It will also
make her realize how badly she had screwed up.

I couldn't take my daughters to a place where they would get screwed by
animals for the viewing
pleasure of dozens of degenerates - could I? Would I? Well, I was and we'd
be there in less than
three hours with the girls already naked and ready for mounts.  I did agree
to go along to give
their lifestyle a try, but I didn't mean to try publicly breeding my young
daughters to a pack of
horny mutts to see if I would like it.  What the hell were my crazy parents
thinking on the spur of
the moment.  Were they nuts? Was I nuts?

For Sandy, the news about the horny dogs was a bonus, but Casey clearly had
misgivings.  Casey
was a lot like me in character and personality.  Her views on bestiality
were probably a lot like
mine.  Camp Hedon sounded like a swinging fun place, but Camp Muttville was
a degenerate
place.  After Mom dropped that doggie bombshell, Casey sat back with her
mouth open,
wondering if she were serious.

I thought Casey might start putting her clothes back on even though panties
weren't among them.
The dress she came in wouldn't help.  From dog level, she'd still be making
an invitation.  I
couldn't help wondering if taking their panties from them wasn't to render
them helpless against
the mutts.  I hated to think they'd stoop that low, but it sure looked that
way, and I know Casey
had that possibility going through her confused mind as Mom went on to
explain the rules and
the nature of the dogs.  If they see pussy, they don't take no for an
answer, and they are always
looking for bare pussy, nosing under skirt after skirt till they find one.

At Camp Hedon, a bare pussy is bitch pussy, and a bitch can be bred against
her will.  Mom
explained that this was done playfully, never seriously, and that females
were often stripped of
their bottom cover to render them bitches.  They were expected to resist,
struggle, yell, scream,
but seriously getting upset about it was poor form and a good way to get
kicked out and never
invited back.  She went on to warn us all that if we couldn't handle Camp
Hedon and its unique
culture, to say so now, that if any of us caused a scene she would be very
upset.

This was my opening to stop this insanity, but I sat there waiting for Casey
to be the one to
disappoint Grandma.  I was so sure she would and we were all looking to her.
I wasn't the only
one.  Under this pressure, Casey buckled and said she'd go along with
everyone else.

That surprised me.  If Casey said it, she meant it.  Now, they were all
looking at me.  I kept
thinking about that scene in my living room, and then about Casey.  If she
could do it, I certainly
could.  I knew Sandy would and Mom already had.  That still blew me away.  I
couldn't look at her
without trying to picture her with a mutt mounted on her, humping away.  I
was gradually able to
get a faint picture, but damn that was hard to imagine.  I finally shrugged
and said I'd go along
and be a good bitch.

Mom reached out and took my paw, saying, "Trust me, Donna.  You will never
regret this
experience.  I would never lead you into this experience if I hadn't tried
it myself and known that
you would love it.  I certainly wouldn't lead these young girls into it.  I
have not lost my mind.  I'm
sure you think I have, but reserve judgement until after you have been
properly bred.  It may take
a few times, so don't judge the first few.  I absolutely hated my first six.
I wanted to crawl into a
deep hole and die, I was so ashamed, degraded, and humiliated each and every
time.  The sixth
was no easier than the first and the first was pure hell."

I said, "I can imagine.  What kept you around for number seven?"

"Fortunately, your father kept after me to stay the full twenty-four hours
that I promised I'd stay
for.  I begged.  I pleaded.  I even cried.  Each time I got mounted by an
animal with people
watching I'd beg, plead, and cry to go home.  He would not let me off my
promise.  Number seven
was actually numbers seven, eight, and nine as a group that came with a gang
of young men who
stripped me naked and held me for them while a fairly large crowd stood
around and watched."

Casey said, "You were raped?"

"You could say that, but remember, it's all pretend rough stuff.  I knew it
wasn't real.  That does
make a difference.  The rape felt real enough but without the fear for life
or limb that a real gang
rape situation would bring with it.  The force applied was real."

I said, "You had no choice."

"Exactly.  That did it for me.  Something snapped inside me.  I turned
bitch.  I don't mean bitchy.
Turning bitch is a term we use to describe what happens to a woman who lets
go and goes with
it.  You become animal.  You rut, Donna.  You flat out fucking rut, and the
more who are looking
on, laughing and jeering, calling you filthy names, the more you love it.
There is nothing like it.
You simply must experience it for yourself.  Promise us twenty-four hours,
and we'll
promise each of you the experience."

Sandy quickly said, "I promise you twenty-four days, Grandma."

Mom smiled, ruffled her hair, and said, "I think you turned bitch in your
mother's womb."

We all laughed as Mom looked to Casey and said, "How about it, Casey?
Twenty-four hours, no
shying away, naked the entire time, out and about, staying in circulation.
When a dog takes an
interest in your bitch pussy, you put it out there for him.  You let him
sniff and lick.  You don't
just let him, you offer it to him.  If he wants to fuck, you get in
position, mindless of those
watching.  You give him a fuck like a bitch would.  Can you do that?"

She didn't like this obscene picture her grandma painted, but said, "I guess
so, if Mom does."

Again, they all looked to me.  Mom said, "How about it, Donna? Will you play
the lead bitch for
twenty-four hours?"

I didn't know what the lead bitch was expected to do, but I didn't like the
sound of it if the
trailing bitch had to do what Casey had to do.  I was hoping that the momma
bitch got to wear a
dress at least.  I had to know, so I said, "What exactly is expected of the
lead bitch?"

"She leads by example.  She's a bitch in heat.  She wants it, goes looking
for it, and never shies
away from it.  She is absolutely shameless in her desire to mate.  She sets
the example.  A good
lead bitch is fun to watch."

I thought, no shit, as I sat stunned, waiting for her to say, "Just kidding,
Donna...Gotcha!" She
didn't say those words and this was no gotcha.  She was dead serious and
went on to say, "We
obligated you to be the lead bitch for the first day, assuming we arrived
with you and the girls.
The three of you are this weekend's guests of honor.  You'll be the only
newbies in camp.  For
your first day, the other females will stay covered.  That is an initiation
of sorts.  It forces all the
dog attention on the new girl.  In this case, girls."

I said, "Mom, you said there were something like three dozen dogs there.
You can't be serious.
You can't honestly expect me or the girls to act that way around so many
dogs who see us as
bitches, and this lead bitch thing you have in mind for me is insane.  I've
never done anything
with any dog.  How can you possibly expect me to assume a role like that? A
bitch in heat!
Christ, Mother! Get real."

"You will get into the role sooner or later, but you must be in that
mind-set from the start or
it'll be later rather than sooner.  Trust me, Donna, the sooner the better.
It'll be hell until you do
and heaven after you do.  It's up to you how long you want to remain in
hell."

"But three dozen...THREE FUCKING DOZEN...DOGS!"

"There aren't normally that many.  This is a three-day weekend.  The dogs
come with the people.
More people, more dogs.  I am estimating three dozen.  It could be four, but
there's three of you.  I
went through my initiation all alone and there were twenty dogs that day,
all mine, each good for
three or four screws."

My mind reeled as I calculated, then said, "Mom, are you telling me that you
got screwed
seventy or eighty times in twenty-four hours?"

"I didn't count, and I sucked off a bunch."

"YOU WHAT!"

"I said I sucked off a bunch.  I sucked some off and took quite a few in the
ass.  Mostly, I got
fucked in my bitch pussy.  Let's say fifty.  Shocking isn't it?"

"Mother, that's disgusting.  How could you suck on a dog's dick?"

Sandy piped in, "That's easy.  Dogs are real clean.  I've done it, huh,
Casey?"

Now, I was numb and dumb, but I looked to Casey to see if she could confirm
this.  Casey said,
"She did...sucked him all the way, too...swallowed the stuff, too...grossed
us out."

Sandy said, "Yeah, but tell her how much money I won."

Casey added, "She won ten bucks, but that was one dollar from each person
who saw her do it.  I
wouldn't have done it for ten from each...not swallow.  God that was gross."

Sandy said, "Was not, it was yummy.  It is, isn't it, Grandma?"

I think my mouth was still open as I looked from Sandy to Mom to hear her
say, "Some like it;
some don't.  I'm a spitter, but a lot of them like to swallow and the guys
prefer to watch a
swallower.  You'll get booed if you spit.  You also get pissed on for
spitting.  Which brings up a
good point.  Don't get pissed off about getting pissed on.  Getting pissed
on is the price and
consequence of giving a poor performance.  My first six also came with group
golden showers
which didn't help me develop a love for these people or their culture.  I
thought they hated me.
You can't take the booing or the pissing personally.  That is just their way
of saying you can do
better."

Mom noticed the incredulous look still lingering on my face and said, "It's
no different than
sucking a human dick, and Sandy is right - dogs are clean.  I don't swallow
human cum either.  I
just don't swallow cum.  I spit and take my showers.  I have swallowed but
that wasn't to avoid
being pissed on.  I have my moods.  If the mood strikes me, or the crowd
motivates me, I'll
swallow.  Sometimes, especially in a large crowd, it's hard not to please
them.  You'll see for
yourself once you turn bitch, and you will turn bitch, Donna.  You'll suck
them, fuck them, and
take them up the ass, and you will perform for your audience.  If you
swallow human cum, you'll
swallow dog cum.  Knowing you as I do, you are a swallower."

I was a swallower.  She seemed so sure of herself.  I sat thinking about all
she'd said while she
and the girls discussed sucking off mutts with Mom and Sandy trying to
convince Casey to try it
and swallow.  I sat there thinking about my situation as lead bitch with so
many dogs and so
many people, all potential pissers.  What was a good performance, I
wondered? What is the best
position? Mom sounded like a real pro, a true crowd pleaser for a spitter.

I wanted to ask my questions, but didn't want to interrupt.  They had a good
conversation going
and had Casey intrigued, so intrigued that she sat idly stroking a finger
through her oily slit,
giving her erect clit a lift with each upward pass.  That looked so sexy and
was so unlike Casey,
my shy one.  Sandy, on the other hand, often had to be told to get her hand
out of her panties and
sit like a lady, especially in the car.  She loved thrilling the truckers,
making them honk.  I knew a
honk for no reason meant that Sandy was masturbating for a trucker.

Casey never did anything like that.  Casey wouldn't do that on a dare, but
there she was, right
beside me, naked and playing with her pussy.  Had she noticed me looking,
she would have
stopped abruptly, so I looked on the sly.  God, what a gorgeous, sexy pussy
that girl had between
her legs, sure to be a big hit at Camp Hedon, Camp Pendelton Marine Base, or
any Boy Scout
Camp.  When men think of pussy, that was the pussy they were thinking of.
Sandy had a rather
formless and flat pussy, just a slit
between her legs, hardly any clit, at least not enough to show even when
aroused.  Casey had a
big clittie, a clittie like her mom.  Our fleshy clits show even when we're
not aroused.  She was
now fully aroused and stroking it out from between her puffy lips.  That
pussy made my mouth
water and I'm not into pussy.

I didn't think Mom was either until she reached between Sandy's legs.  Sandy
welcomed that
hand and sent her own between Mom's.  This happened before we began talking
about giving
head to mutts.  We could see their arms where they crossed and could see the
motion of playful
diddling.  I think they inspired Casey only she wasn't as playful as they
were.  Casey was trying to
be cool about it.  For Casey and me, masturbation was a deeply personal and
private thing that we
didn't even like to discuss, unlike Sandy who had no inhibitions and loved
talking about it.
Because of Sandy and her nasty habits, I had to establish a rule - no
masturbating at the dinner
table.

They were all naked except me, the lead bitch, so I took this opportunity to
change that.  I stood
and stepped out to the aisle to get out of my clothes, catching my father's
eye.  He watched
through the rear view mirror.  As soon as I was in my birthday suit, he
called me up.

We were on a two-lane highway, so I came forward while watching for oncoming
cars, walking
in a crouch ready to hit the deck.  He told me to be proud and not worry -
give them a cheap
thrill.  I don't know why I was worried.  I was a Black's Beach vet.  I felt
silly.  I took a seat in the
passenger side captain's chair and swivelled it his way with my legs parted.
He looked to my
crotch and smiled.  My clittie was up and out without finger assistance.  I
figured it would be, but
his eyes were like stroking fingers.

He took several more glances, then told me to hang my legs over the arm
rests.  "Make Daddy a
good beaver,"  he said.  Feeling bold and wanting to impress, I hung them.
I made him a good
beaver, then opened the beaver's mouth for him so he could see down the
beaver's throat.  That
wasn't like me to act so slutty, but I impressed him because I did act so
slutty.  Like he said, we
weren't on our way to a Bible study group.  He was delivering the lead bitch
to a bestial orgy on
the spur of the moment - right.  Color me stupid.

I showed Daddy the hole I wanted him to fuck even while several cars went
zipping by.  I doubt
they noticed a thing, but the fact that I didn't even flinch impressed me.
Daddy kept looking
at the core of my sex in fleeting glances that added up to a long look
before he said, "I've waited
a long time to see this sight, Donna."

Still pulling my lips wide to show all, I said, "The view was better when I
was Casey's age.  You
missed that."

"Yes, and I kick myself, but I wasted no time checking out Casey's little
beaver.  I got a good
look at it while you were mulling this thing over.  That kid has quite a
pussy between her legs.  So
do you.  She takes after her mom, no doubt about that.  You two have
exceptional pussies.  I can
now say that with some authority, but I always knew yours would be the
ultimate in vaginal
form and beauty.  You're making it difficult to stay on the asphalt, much
less between the lines."

"I'm glad you like it.  You must have given Casey quite a thrill.  She's
much shier than she acts,
especially with her pussy.  I haven't even seen a beaver.  How did you get
her to make you one?"

"I didn't ask.  I laid her out on the coffee table, removed her panties, put
her legs out in the splits,
and peeled the lips back with my thumbs."

"Damn, you did get a good look."

"Yes, and you're right, she is rather bashful.  She shouldn't be.  I told
her she has a gorgeous
pussy, one she should be proud to show."

"I'm sure she knows that but it doesn't help overcome shyness.  I knew mine
was gorgeous, too.  I
still
couldn't bear to show what was between the lips, not even to a doctor."

"I see you got over that."

"Not really.  I want you to see that part of me, my most intimate part.  I
always have.  This is a
dream come true for me.  Each time you look at my pink pussy parts I get
goose bumps."

"So do I.  That's a very impressive cunt.  I hope you don't mind me calling
it a cunt, but I like that
term."

"Then it's a cunt."

He smiled, drove for a while in silence, looking frequently which kept us
both in goose bumps,
then said, "I'd like to know how you really feel with regards to me fucking
Casey.  I
know you don't mind if I fuck Sandy, but what about Casey? Please be
honest."

"To be honest, I'd rather you fucked me, but if others are going to fuck
her, I want you at the
head of the line.  Maybe not at the head of the line.  Casey may need a few
less endowed men to
pave the way for you, but you need to be up near the front.  You could go
straight to the head of
the line for Sandy, no sweat."

"I'd rather be somewhere in that long line."

"I can't say that I blame you.  If I had a dick, I'd be in that line, too.
I just got a good look at her
pussy.  I just may get in that line anyway and try to fake it."

He looked at my cunt, smiled, and said, "I'd like to knock her up, Donna.
If not at Hedon by
some lucky stiff, then back in San Diego by me.  I'd like to knock her up
intentionally - fuck her
when she's ovulating - do it just for kicks.  Call it a kink.  How does that
set with you?"

"Well...it is kinky."

"But how does it set with you? I know you don't like the idea, but would you
allow it?"

"Well, if you are covering the abortion..."

"No abortion, not for Casey.  I want it to go full term.  She can put the
kid up for adoption, but I
want her to carry to term."

That shocking admission wrinkled my brow, but I was horny enough not to also
give him a dirty
look as I said, "Why?"

"She'd be a big hit at Hedon in her ninth month, a very big hit, what we
call a preggo bitch.
Picture Casey nine months pregnant on all fours with a dog fucking her."

That, I could picture, and that was one kinky picture.  I said, "Damn, we're
talking kinky."

"Yes we are, but kinky is fun and we go there to have fun.  People our age
need something kinky
to do it for us.  Straight sex at our age just doesn't cut it.  Fucking
kids, knocking up kids, incest
and bestiality are our things.  That is what brings us all together.  Other
mature sex groups are into
far heavier shit.  If you must know, we are rather tame and playful.  We
just want to have fun, and
we want everyone to have fun - no victims - no tears - no hurt feelings - no
one going to the law.
Fucking a little preggo bitch like Casey kinda brings it all together."

I could see that, but knocking up Casey and sticking her with a full-term
pregnancy at her age
didn't sound like harmless fun to me.  He could see that and went on, "Your
mother and I were
under a great deal of pressure to get you and the girls involved.  We can't
exactly go picking kids
up off the street.  The kids we have must come from our own families, mostly
grand kids and the
parents remain ignorant.  The kids go off camping with Grandma and Grandpa.
Mommy and
Daddy  never
know what goes on.  Naturally, we can't knock them up.  We do, but they get
aborted.  We
couldn't do that to you, Donna.  If we were to do this, we decided months
ago that we'd have to
involve you right from the start."

"I appreciate that, Daddy.  I really do.  Tell me, is this something you
have to do to remain
members?"

"No, but the pressure to supply pussy is enormous.  Right now, six families
carry the bulk of the
load and everyone is fucking the hell out of those kids.  The kids don't
seem to mind, but it isn't
right.  When you're fucking some guy's grand daughter and having yourself a
ball, and he knows
you  have two gorgeous little dolls he could be enjoying, you feel like a
mooch.  I have always
been one to carry my own ruck.  I actually had three gorgeous dolls to
share.  We don't get many
mommies up here, not with their kids we don't.  It's usually either or.  In
fact, there is only one
other, a family of seven - a mom, dad, three boys, and two girls.  They're
okay, but no way are
they in a league with you, Casey, and Sandy - no way."

"I guess this will be a big feather in your cap then won't it - assuming all
goes well?"

"I'm not looking for any feathers, Donna.  I like this place, the people
involved, the lifestyle, the
philosophy, the culture we have created.  I want to see it grow and prosper.
I'd like to see more
involvement by other moochers.  Leaders lead by example.  What we are doing
is setting the
example.  Others are watching; and yes, we very much want this to go well.
Everyone does."

"It's going well so far, don't you think? We're here with no panties to
protect us.  We all know
what that means, and no one is complaining.  That must be an encouraging
sign, don't you
think?"

"Yes, but that's just a part of it.  We want it all.  We want little bitches
we can knock up and leave
that way because the mommy is one of us.  I think there's enough kinky in
your make-up to
appreciate these harmless kinks and how much Casey adds to the party.  Am I
right or wrong?"

Damn, he was right.  I reached in with an index finger to rub my clit
because it needed rubbing.
He saw this and smiled, then said, "That's what I thought.  You'll help me
get that kid knocked
up, won't you babe? Together, we'll turn that shy young lady into a
shameless whore, won't
we?"

I nodded and began masturbating in earnest, using one hand at my hole and
another on the clit,
putting a big shit-eating grin on his face.  I heard Mom draw attention to
what I was doing.  Over
the roar of the engine, they couldn't hear what we were talking about but
they could plainly see
what I was doing.  I didn't care about them, or oncoming traffic, or cops.
I just wanted to please
my daddy.  I also wanted to cum.

He loved watching me masturbate and had a difficult time watching the road
for the first time.  I
put on quite a show for him - and them.  He said, "You'll see that Casey
becomes a good bitch for
us, won't you, Donna?"

"Yes, an excellent bitch.  She'll suck and swallow."

"She will if you'll set a good example.  She'll follow your example, Donna."

"Yes, I know she will.  I'll be the perfect bitch, Daddy."

"You do that, Donna.  You step right out with your head high and chest out.
You go to those dogs
like a bitch in heat.  Let her see that."

"I will.  I'll be shameless, absolutely shameless...oh god...I'm
cumming...ummmm!..."

That was one mind fucking orgasm I had, a real buckeroo, but when I
recovered and became
aware of where I was and who besides Daddy saw it, I wanted to slink on down
to the floor
board.  I sure set the example for masturbating in an RV, that's for sure.

We were one hour and thirty minutes out when I returned to my seat beside
Casey.  Mom said,
"Aren't we the shy one? Daddy get you all worked up, did he?"

"A little."

"You weren't alone.  We got Casey all hot and bothered talking about sucking
doggie dicks.  She's
been playing with her pussy this whole time and came right before you did."

Casey was embarrassed, but not as embarrassed as I thought she'd be.  I
looked to her crotch and
saw what a mess she'd made.  Both hands were gooey and her inner thighs and
tiny pubic patch
were sopping wet.  I would have thought she'd sit up and sit back with her
legs clamped but she
sat at the edge, lying back in a slump with her legs relaxed, showing her
full pussy all the way
down.

I was leaning over and looking down on it, taking a keen interest in it, but
that didn't seem to
bother her too much.  She didn't try to cover herself, so I reached in and
copped a feel, sending
two middle fingers down the slippery trench and up the slimy hole.  She was
surprised that I'd do
this but didn't react, as though forcing back a reaction so as not to spook
me.  She just sat there
and watched my hand feel her up.  Her legs even fell out a bit.  I took that
as an invitation to do
more.

Mom said, "She'll suck a dog dick now, and she swears she'll swallow the
load."

While sending my two middle fingers in deep, I said, "If Casey says she
will, she will.  If her
pussy is any indication, I'd say she was eager to get at them."

"Wet bitch, isn't she?"

"Very.  About as wet as her mother."

Mom said to Casey, "See how wet your mother is."

Casey reached over and sent her hand between my legs, like all she needed
was the excuse.  I
parted my legs for her.  She widened hers for me by laying her leg over
mine.  Her hand explored
all between my legs, especially inside the lips before she sent two fingers
up me and rummaged
around, digging in deeper as she looked to Mom and said, "She's awfully wet
but I think I'm
wetter."

"Well, keep those bitch pussies good and wet.  The dogs like them wet.  We
like seeing wet cunts
on our bitches.  That lets us know they're in heat.  We're expecting big
things from you girls.  They
were told to expect three horny bitches.  I want them to see three
wet-cunted, horny bitches step
out of this coach."

Sandy said, "Am I wet enough, Grandma? I sure am horny enough."

"I can get you wetter, precious."

I was working on getting Casey wetter.  She was doing her best on me.  She'd
delve inside my
hole then come out to give my clit a good rubbing, then go back and finger
the hole, enjoying
herself thoroughly.  I felt a bit odd masturbating my girl and odder still
letting her do me, but it
sure felt good and kinky, about as kinky as helping Daddy knock her up, and
I did want to be on-
hand to help, each and every time.  I couldn't wait to get started.


I didn't know how Casey would feel about the project, but I had plenty of
time to work on her.
Playing with her pussy seemed like a good starting point.  If I could get
her wet for dogs, I could
get her wet for Daddy.  I soon hand my hand working away at one hot and
horny squirming little
bitch.  She'd be no problem at all.  I just needed to get my hand between
her legs and she'd
become a good whore, too.

I couldn't wait to get her wet for Daddy, or someone else' daddy.  I
couldn't wait to turn her into
a whore, a pregnant whore.  Daddy was right.  Casey would look damn cute
pregnant.  Sandy
already was a whore, but that came as no surprise.  If that kid was sucking
off dogs for the
neighborhood, she was also fucking.  Casey would know and she would keep the
secret.  They did
everything together, but Casey was no follower.  She was a looker and secret
keeper.  I'd bet on
her virginity although the pussy I probed wasn't virgin.  Odds were, it
would be virgin to cock.

Curiosity made me ask Sandy, "So, what else have you done besides put on dog
sucking
shows?"

Sandy smiled and said, "Lots.  I'll suck any dick.  I like sucking dicks.
I've been fucked, too, not
by any dogs, but I fucked a lot of kids
and two grown-ups.  Mr.  Wilcox, Bradley's daddy,  and Mr.  Hinderman from
across the street."

I looked to Casey and said, "How about you?"

"I'm a virgin...well, sorta a virgin.  I never did it with anyone, but I
watched her do just about
everyone.  I didn't see Bradley's dad, but I have seen Mr.  Hinderman screw
her six times now.
He won't use a rubber or pull out either."

Sandy cut in saying, "I never asked him to.  Mr.  Wilcox don't either."

Casey looked to me, saying, "She's going to get pregnant if she's not
already.  I keep telling her,
but she likes it when they cum in her pussy.  She won't even wash it out
afterwards.  She likes to
play with it."

Sandy challenged, "Yeah, so do you.  At least I don't use my tongue like you
do." Casey turned
beet red as Sandy looked to me and added, "That's how I get her to lick my
pussy for me, by
leaving guys' cum in it."

Casey shouted, "SANDY!"

"It's true.  She'll lick and lick and lick and lick until she gets it all.
I'll bet that's why I don't get
pregnant.  Casey eats up all the sperms."

"SANDY!  SHUT UP!"

"She sticks her tongue way up my pussy hole and goes licky licky licky like
a lesbian, queer,
cunt lapper."

"SANDY, PLEASE!" Casey emphatically implored to no avail.

Sandy was no secret keeper, and once their dirty secret was out, the secret
flood gates opened
wide.  She went on, "She'll lick any pussy that has cum in it, even dog cum
I'll betcha.  Watch her
after a dog fucks you, Mom.  I'll bet you she licks your pussy for you.
She'd love to lick your
pussy.  She'd lick your pussy even if there wasn't any cum in it.  She'd
make cum in it...your
cum...girl cum...yummy mommy cum.  Push her head down there and see what she
does.  She'll
start licking...betcha anything."

Poor Casey.  This was a tippy top secret between them.  She took her hand
out of my pussy to
help the other cover her face.  Mom sat silent through this most revealing
exchange, but I could
see that she was loving it.  I took my hand out from between Casey's legs so
that I could place
that arm around her shoulder and hug her to me.  Her head hung on my breast,
her hands still
shielding her red face.  She was mortified but I was comforting.

Mom, on the other hand, silently but most emphatically urged me to do as
Sandy said and push
her head down between my legs.  Before I went forward to have that talk with
Dad I would have
just as emphatically resisted, and probably not in silence.  That would have
been far too kinky for
my tastes, but in light of our plans for Casey, and in light of all the
pussy play we'd been doing,
seeing as where we were headed, that wasn't all that kinky, and the kid did
like my pussy.  There
was no doubt about that.  Did she like it enough to lick it was the
question.  Sandy seemed so sure
and Casey never challenged her betchas.

The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea.  Mom could see that
I was seriously
mulling it over.  This encouraged her and brought Sandy in with silent
encouragements of her
own.  My hand was rubbing Casey's back while mulling but moved onto her head
after I decided
I had to find out.  I didn't push but her head fell off my breast and her
cheek now rested on my
upper abdomen.  That brought Sandy out of her seat and onto the table where
she could peer
down on my crotch.  Mom leaned out and dipped her head under the table so
she could see.  I
made a better beaver and applied some pressure toward the beaver.

Her head went with that slight pressure.  Her head moved gradually on down
to my crotch.  I did
not push, but it
looked like I did.  It also looked like I guided her mouth to my slit, but I
did no guiding.  With her
cheek resting on my mound and her lips resting on my cunt lips, and all of
us with excellent
views, all we needed was a little tongue action to make the moment complete.

We waited and watched in silence, but the silent wait paid off.  She began
licking, slow and easy,
very
lightly at first, but getting better and better with each lick until she got
into it good with long
probing licks and laps with her face turned into the gash, reaching for the
hole, the source of the
delicious juice she was after.  She had already lapped off all the juice
from my inner thighs and
pussy clear down to my asshole.  Now, she went after what was in the hole.

This ended Sandy's silence with a, "See, Mom.  Didn't I tell you."

I shushed her with a finger to my lips.  I didn't want Casey spooked now
that she was doing it
well and lapping twat nectar from my hole.  Mom saw the wisdom of letting
this delicate moment
between mother and child sink in.  She sat up and pulled Sandy off the
table, got her seated, and
told her something that made her smile and be quiet.  I fed my child cunt
nectar like a mommy
with a starving child, helping her get at it as best I could in our cramped
space.

Mom had to know of the plan and knew that I knew and masturbated to it.  We
were now
partners in this kinky plan.  The plan now called for a lesbian, preggo,
bitch whore for Camp
Hedon.  She was very pleased with this new, unexpected development, and
pleased with me for
how easily and quickly I capitalized on the development, giving her a clue
as to just how on-
board I was.

I gave her a better clue by urging Casey to the floor so she could do it
right and so that I could
offer her a better beaver, a real vaginal spread she could bury her face in.
Mom beamed when I
opened myself wide and told Casey to eat my pussy good.  This also told
Casey that I had
nothing against cunt licking daughters and adored a cunt sucking daughter.
Casey held nothing
back after that.  She ate and I encouraged.  I came and she ate it.  She ate
pussy all the way to
Camp Hedon.  We set that kink nicely.

She remained under the table and ate each of us, but concentrated mostly on
me.  We called her
our little cunt lapper and she grew to accept the term, even smiled up at us
while we called her
everything except a heterosexual young lady.  Calling her a cunt-sucking
whore made her act like
one.  Calling her a mutt-sucking bitch made her wag her tail for us.  We
fucked her face and she
held steady for this purpose, or she'd stick her tongue way out and we'd
fuck that.  We had
ourselves a ball using Casey in the most vulgar ways we could think of, but
Casey took no
offense, at least none we could see.

The change in Casey was unbelievable and accomplished in such a short time.
That was most
remarkable, but the change in me was almost as remarkable and unbelievable,
even to me,
especially to me.  I couldn't believe I was doing this and looking forward
to the rest.  We hadn't
even gotten kinky yet.  This was just foreplay to something kinky.

The foreplay was very effective.  Three hornier bitch sluts Camp Hedon would
never see enter
their midst.  Poor doggies.  We were ready when the RV turned onto a dirt
road for the final ten-
mile leg of the journey.  Now, on to the mutts and more glory.

                                                     * * *

I pictured a wilderness resort but saw a wilderness camping area in a wooded
area along a small
creek.  What they called a pool was a pond formed by damming the creek.  RVs
and tents were
scattered all over and centered on the pool area which also served as a
communal eating area
with several picnic tables and one large barbeque grill.  The pool area was
where everyone
congregated and where we pulled to a stop just after noon.

When we pulled up, everyone looked up and headed over.  I would estimate
fifty people with
another fifty emerging from tents and RVs.  Most of the men were naked or
only wore shirts.  All
of the women and girls had shorts on.  I saw three girls and a woman my age.
The rest were
Mom's age or older.  None were better looking.

We also saw the dogs Mom spoke of.  They didn't know that our RV was
anything special.  They
pretty much went about their business, which for some was nosing crotches.
Mom was right.
Cute, young, and sexy didn't mean shit to a dog.  They were nosing the
crotches they usually got
pussy from with no trouble, wondering why they were having trouble, why
there weren't any
bitches around.

As that crowd closed in and thickened, I grew terribly uncomfortable.  They
all looked like
degenerates with the men and boys stroking hardons.  What was I doing here?
What were my
daughters doing here? Why were my
parents a part of this group? Why did they want to impress them - using us
to do it? Why? Why?
Why?

Sandy still looked eager to get out and get it on, but Casey also showed
signs of new misgivings.
I think she pictured a plush resort with handsome people like her grand
parents.  She needed a
lead bitch - no doubt about that.  The lead bitch didn't want to go anywhere
but home.  Mom saw
the look, came over, and said, "Remember your promise, Donna.  Twenty-four
hours.  I don't care
how much you hate it, give us twenty-four hours."

Daddy, now naked, came up from behind.  He reached through my arms to cup my
tits as his dick
went between my thighs.  He nuzzled my ear and said, "Remember, we are
counting on you to
set a good example.  Think like a bitch in heat.  You want it, Donna.  Don't
think about the people.
Ignore them and think only about the dogs.  You want to mate.  You must
mate."

I started to say, "Daddy, I can't.  I want to but I can't." I started to but
when I turned my head, he
kissed me again like he did before.  That unhinged me very quickly.  I
reached down between my
legs and pulled his cock tight up against my bitch pussy, trying like hell
to get the head in the
hole.  He wasn't helping; he was teasing.

He soon had me thinking like a horny bitch again, wet cunt and all.  When he
released me and
sent me toward the door, I knew I had best keep right on going before the
effect wore off.  I
stepped out and drew immediate attention from half a dozen dogs who padded
right over and
began sniffing my pussy from front and rear.  My immediate reaction to so
many cold snouts up
my wazoo was to snap my knees together and block with hands, but I fought
that and did the
opposite by bowing my knees out and thrusting up my pelvis to the dogs in
front - the people
too, but I was ignoring them as best I could.

The mass licking helped but I still couldn't believe I was doing this with
my parents and my
daughters watching from the large picture widow of the RV.  I felt as
degenerate and disgusting
as a mother and a daughter could be.  Mom was right.  This was very
humiliating, and now two
dogs were showing an interest in fucking me.  They were humping my legs if
that was any
indication.  I assumed it was and slowly went to my hands and knees.
Seconds later, I was getting
screwed by a Golden Lab.

God, I died of shame.  I'm sure my pussy loved what was happening to it, but
I was too
immersed in shame and abject humiliation to focus in on the sensation.  I
could not ignore the
people or their crude comments.  The words bitch, slut, and whore assailed
my ears and seared
my soul.  I could almost hear my own family saying, thinking, and believing
the same things
about me, and that damn dog just kept on fucking me and fucking me and
fucking me, humping
me like an animal, a bitch, a fucking whore.

I didn't think things could get any worse until a smaller dog of mixed breed
mounted me over
the shoulders facing the other dog.  His dick was poking me in the face in
search of my mouth
with everyone yelling, "Suck! Suck! Suck!"

I didn't suck suck  suck, but I did finally let him fuck me in the mouth to
keep from losing an
eye.  I ended up sucking and was sucking when he climaxed.  I ended up with
a mouthful of dog
cum, debating on whether to be a wet spitter or not.  By this time, my first
had come and gone
and my second was hard at work trying to shove his knot in.  I noticed that
sensation as I braced
against the forward push to keep from getting pushed on to my face.  When
that baseball-size
lump popped in, I swallowed with my eyes bugged out.  That's when he began
fucking me like a
bitch.

It took me three dogs to turn bitch, but when I did, I grew a fucking tail.
God damn, that was a
good sensation coming from my neglected cunt.  Put me in Jack Murphy Stadium
and sell tickets.
I didn't give a rat's ass, and I had people pissing on me.  One old gal got
me by the hair and
fucked my face while she relieved herself.  She evidently thought I could do
better.  I tried, but
still got pissy reviews - tough crowd.

I guess I fucked ten dogs on that outing.  I sucked two, took two up my ass,
and took the rest in
my bitch pussy.  You get fucked in the ass when they miss.  Once in, that's
where you get fucked.
More were on hand to fuck me, but I was given a break.  They let Sandy out
while a group of
ladies took me down stream for a bath.

I judged those people all wrong.  Those ladies were very nice to me, overly
affectionate you
might say.  They made me feel most welcome and had nothing against bitches,
whores, or sluts.
The one who pissed in my face gave me a great big kiss, then dropped down
and gave me one on
my pussy.  That's friendly.

They all wanted to be that friendly with me, but they also wanted to get
back to catch Sandy's
debut.  I got a quick twat kiss from each and we hustled back to the group.
This time, I stood in
the group.  Sandy was on her back getting fucked by a Bull Dog.  Actually,
she was fucking him,
lifting up to meet his humping thrusts.  We cheered her on.  No one pissed
on Sandy.  I presumed
that the key was to take an active role in the mating and not just get
fucked like I did.  I learned a
lot by watching Sandy fuck eight dogs that way.

By this time, every dog in camp was in the area, awaiting a turn.  I counted
forty-seven.  The man
beside me fingering my pussy said there were fifty-two.  It was hard to
count them.  Most were
being held back by owners and were buried in the crowd.  I had one behind me
that kept licking
my pussy and a man's fingers.  If he said there were fifty-two, there were
fifty-two.

Sandy clearly wanted more than eight on her first turn, but they carted her
off for a douche
down-stream.  It was now time for the main event - Casey.  I gathered they
had all heard about
Casey, and they all saw Casey in the window.  They saw her nude from the
mound up, enough to
know that Dad hadn't been exaggerating one iota.  She looked lovely, even
virginal.  She also
looked scared, nervous, shy, and bashful.  All the more reason to want her
out there.  Hell, I
wanted her out there.  Sandy was fun to watch, but Casey would be kinky to
watch.  We wanted to
see the mutts have their way with that sexy bitch.  Bring on Casey!

Casey, Mom, and Dad disappeared from the window right after Sandy was led
away.  I expected
her to emerge right after that, but ten minutes later, we still saw no sign.
I sensed them having
difficulty with her and thought about going in to help, but I was having fun
where I was, putting
on a mini show for my neighbors whose hands were all over me.  They were
kissing me, feeling
me, fingering me, and I had two mutts licking me from front and rear.  Let
them handle her.

When Casey did emerge and stood in the open doorway it was clear they
handled her.  She had
cum running to her heels.  Dad had a shiny wet pecker.  One would think he
fucked her.  I wasn't
going to draw any conclusions from circumstantial evidence, but then he
lifted her from behind
and forced her to make a yawning beaver while seated in his arms.  That did
look incriminating
and drew cheers.  Someone in that RV fucked that girl and he had a big dick.

Casey was red but didn't fight this gross exposure, even when he stepped
down with her and
carried her like that out among the perverts, which by this time included
her mommy.  I thought
this was fantastic, and when they came to me, I teasingly accused him of
fucking my daughter.
He jokingly professed his innocence, so I bent down and sucked his dick then
came up and gave
her snatch a lap, then said, "Oh yes you did, you child molester, you
pervert."

The crowd loved this little impromptu passion play we put on.  Daddy waited
for the laughter and
talking to die before saying, "You're right, Donna.  I did fuck her, but I
won't fuck her again
unless you're present.  Will that make you happy?"

I pumped his rod while making a happy face, saying, "Very happy.  I'll even
hold her sexy legs
apart for you if you'd like."

"I'd like that very much.  You're a good daughter, Donna, a very good
daughter."

I bowed and released him so he could show Casey's exceptional cunt to the
others.  People got to
look and feel.  Some got a taste.  Casey gradually warmed to this
exhibition, especially when
people began tasting.  Toward the end, she was holding her lips open for
them.  Whatever shyness
she had, she lost somewhere along the way, but she still had some when she
came to me.  I was
with a thick group in the middle of the half moon circle centered on the RV.
Those at the end
saw a shameless exhibition and most got a taste.  Dad lowered her so a few
dogs could have a
taste.

She was now ready for the dogs so Dad delivered her to the center where six
free animals were
waiting at the ready.  He released her and stepped back.  Casey did just
like I did only she didn't
look as anxious.  She also learned from watching Sandy.  When it came time
to fuck, she got
down on her back.  Fucking on your back was also a good way to keep dog
dicks out of your ass.

I must say that Sandy was better at it, but Casey wasn't bad after the fifth
one.  She took the sixth
on her hands and knees.  That one went up her ass, but I think she wanted it
up her ass, or wanted
to be in a position for a head mount.  Six more dogs had been set free after
the sixth dog finished.
She got a head mount shortly thereafter.  Unlike me, she captured his dick
with her mouth and
sucked from start to finish.  True to her word, she did swallow.  She took
three head mounts out of
that second group, sucking and swallowing all three.

Casey took on twelve dogs but she never turned bitch, not in a dramatic way
like I did, or right
off like Sandy did.  Casey remained pretty much the same throughout.  She
obviously enjoyed
herself and wanted to be entertaining, but you would think she were fucking
boys at a frat party
after losing a game of Truth or Dare and being a good sport about it.  That
happened to me once
but I wasn't a good sport.  I had been setup, suckered into a friendly game
that didn't stay friendly
for very long; and besides, they
cheated.  Still, I had to pay up.

Casey was like the girls I knew who knew of the setup, went along, played
dumb, got trapped,
then payed up like good sports when they could have just walked into any
frat house and said,
"Fuck me one and all." I never understood those girls but Casey was just
like that with the dogs.
She was also like that under the table, like she wasn't really a lesbian but
had been caught doing
a lesbian thing and now had to accept being treated as one.  Those girls
weren't really sluts but
had been caught in a game where they had to accept being treated like sluts.
Maybe that's how
they maintain their self image.  I don't know, but it always seemed silly to
me.

Casey had a strong and well-defined self-image that wouldn't allow for
slutty or lesbian
behavior, much less bitch whore behavior.  No matter what she did, she'd
never be any of those
things, not in her mind.  She had to deal with it this way, pretend she was
trapped in this situation
when she knew very well that she wasn't.  She had to know she could stop
this at any time.  Only
the pressure to not be a party pooper forced her to go on.

This didn't set well with me.  I didn't put any pressure on her, or not
much, but her grandmother
and grandfather put a great deal on all of us, but her especially.  They had
a lot riding on her.  I
was well aware of that after my talk with Dad.  I understood where Dad and
Mom were coming
from, but I also knew how Casey would yield to that pressure.  I saw it for
myself and now
understood what I had seen.  Well, it didn't set well, and now what to do
about it.  The worse was
yet to come.  If I did nothing, she'd live it and be fucking mutts in her
ninth month while trying
not to be a party pooper.

On the other hand, Casey had a way of riding out something like this and
emerging out the other
side unchanged, still the same old Casey except with a bizarre experience.
I once ran into one of
those girls from college, now a wife and mother, still the same only with a
great story from her
college days.  She did not turn slut.  Sandy had no such technique.  Her
experiences changed her.
Each one changed and reshaped her self image.  When she began fucking, she
became a whore.
She was now a mutt slut.  I hated to think what she'd be like when she left
home.  She'd likely go
straight from the nest to a lamp post.  Casey was college bound, no ifs ands
or buts.

This realization helped me relax.  Casey needed no help.  She didn't need
saving.  We could have
all the fun we wanted at her expense with no lasting harm.  She was the
perfect victim for the
type of victimizing they did.  I should say, we.  That was me in there
feeding her my pussy and
having myself a ball doing it, fucking her pretty face with my nasty cunt.
The only thing I didn't
do was piss in it.  I could have.  I thought seriously about it.  Mom did it
and so did Sandy.  Casey
kept right on eating.  Hell, she drank so as not to get the RV's carpet wet.
That's being a damn
good sport if you ask me.

When Casey finished off her last dog the crowd closed in on her.  I though
to hold her on their
shoulders and march her around.  No, they had to take a leak.  She was still
on her hands and
knees, not sure what they were up to.  The first warm stream hit her in the
back of the head and
soaked her head which then hung down as the streams began coming at her from
every quarter.
Imagine over a hundred people taking a piss on a girl.  We are talking a
true golden shower, and I
was right in there with them.  Sandy had joined us by then and she got down
on her back and
pissed up into Casey's face.  She got that idea from three other women who
did it that way.  I did
not consider joining them.  That was a bit extreme.  It was enough to squat
and piss on her head.

I didn't know why we were pissing on her.  I thought she did very good, much
better than I did.
She took them in her pussy, ass, and mouth.  She sucked and swallowed.  She
fucked back, took
the knot, looked slutty.  She just didn't do it with the enthusiasm Sandy
did.  Maybe that's all it
took to earn a thumb's down.

She took her reviews well, even the piss-up reviews.  The ladies led her off
for her wash job.
Casey passed right by me and shrugged as though saying, "I tried." I felt
like telling her she did
very well, but I shrugged as though saying, "Try better next time."

Though we had dogs who hadn't been serviced, the crowd dispersed, many
taking their
unserviced dogs with them.  Serviced dogs were set free to wander or lie
about.  Sandy went off
with two couples who had four dogs that needed her services.  As lead bitch,
I suppose I should
have gone looking for something to mate with, but Mom and Dad needed to find
a place to park
the RV and setup camp.  I figured they'd need help so I joined them.
Actually, I was eager to
hear their honest review and appraisal.  We could also conspire against
Casey - all for one, one
for all, fuck the bitch.

There weren't many good spots for that big RV of his.  We were among the
last campers to
arrive.  We had to settle for a spot out on the fringes with little shade.
Dad did all the outside
setting up.  Mom did all the inside, mostly kitchen stuff.  I stayed with
her.  She was very pleased
with the way things went, but concerned about Casey because she never turned
bitch and should
have.  She also didn't want to get fucked and had to be held for it.  She
wasn't raped, just
pressured and held until the job was accomplished.  It wasn't supposed to be
that way and Mom
was still upset with Dad for being so insistent.  "He just had to have her.
He couldn't wait," she
kept saying.

She was also upset about the way Dad showed her beaver off, knowing how that
child was about
her beaver.  It turned out okay but was a stupid stunt just to show off.
Mom wasn't happy with
him
at all.  He was full of himself and was sure to blow it.  I could have set
her mind at ease but I
didn't want to get started until Dad was with us, so I just listened to her
rant and fret, amused
that she was so worried about losing Casey, as if I had no say in the matter
when the fact was, if
I didn't want them to lose Casey, they wouldn't lose Casey no matter how she
felt - assuming I
was that kind of mother with that much control over her.  I could be and did
have that much
control.

When Dad joined us, she lit right into him, but he had heard it before and
didn't want to hear it
again.  He got himself a beer and joined us at the table, scooting in next
to me, both of us still
naked with Mom in shorts.  He grabbed my cunt; I grabbed his cock; we were
set.  He soon knew
that I had no criticisms for the way he handled himself.

When Mom said, "You just had to fuck her, didn't you," Dad said, "Yes,
Alice, I had to fuck
her.  I have been wanting to fuck her for three years.  Besides, she might
be ovulating.  The first
sperm usually wins.  I had to be first just in case."

"Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself because that may have been your last.  It
wouldn't surprise
me one bit if she came back and wanted to go home."

This was my opening.  I said, "Well, she can come back and she can say she
wants to go home,
but if Daddy wants to fuck her, she had best lie down and spread her legs
for him."

They both looked to me, Daddy grinning, Mom puzzled.  He said, "Hear that,
Alice.  Her mommy
says she has to fuck me."

Mom looked to me and said, "Are you prepared to make her fuck him.  Would
you hold her down
for it?"

"Sure, why not.  We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  It's up to
her, but we are going to
do it.  I assume you two are serious about your intentions."

Dad said, "Oh, we are quite serious, aren't we Alice?"

"Yes, quite."

Mom didn't know what to make of this as Daddy lifted me onto his cock.  I
settled onto heaven,
then laid back against his chest.  He held me by the tits.  We were both in
heaven without even
moving.  It felt so good to be coupled at the genitals, we simply languished
in that sensation -
incest, right in front of my mother and his wife - kinky - fun.

Mom took a long sip of her wine while watching us, slowly developing a
smile.  She said,
"Enjoying yourself, Donna?"

"Ummm, yes, finally.  Did you ever fuck any of my brothers, Mom?"

"One.  Guess which one."

"Robby?"

"No."

"If it wasn't Robby, it had to be Greg."

"No, it wasn't Greg."

"You fucked Arnold!"

"A thousand times at least."

Arnold was the baby, an accidental baby who came twelve years after me.  I
had been the baby
until he came along.  I practically raised him until I left for college.
Arnold recently graduated
college and lived at home until he did.  He was an only child for most of
his life.  I suppose I
should have guessed him first but he has always been a baby in my mind.  My
other brothers
were always after me to fuck them, but I never had that problem with Arnold.
I suppose that's
another reason he didn't occur to me until the other two were eliminated.
Still, a thousand times.
That's an affair.  I said, "Christ, Mother, that's not incest, that's a
long-term affair."

"You're very perceptive.  We're lovers, Donna.  We have been for some time -
six years come
August 10th.  That's the day he offered to apply the sun tan lotion for me
and ended up oiling my
pussy for me.  He then oiled his cock and used that to oil the inside.
After that, he knew where he
could get pussy any time he wanted it.  I never said no to that boy.
Somewhere along the line, we
became lovers.  I got a boob job for him.  Of course, your father paid for
it.  He has been very
good about this thing.  I'm in no position to complain about what you're
doing."

I looked over my shoulder to Daddy and said, "How long have you known about
them?"

"Eight-hundred fucks ago I would imagine.  They tried to hide it for a
while.  It got to where they
couldn't, then got to where they didn't even try, then got to where Arnold
would climb in bed
with us and make love to her right beside me.  I don't mean fuck, I mean
making love.  I'd watch
a good fuck, but watching those two make love made me sick."

Mom quickly countered, "Oh, it did not.  If it did, why did you jackoff to
it?" Looking to me she
said, "He's full of shit, Donna.  Arnold and I like to make out while we
fuck.  To him, that's
making love.  You could bet your sweet ass that before we were done, his big
cock would come
nosing its way in for the cum shot.  He got off on cumming on our faces,
especially our lips.  We
would then have to finish with that mess to deal with.  We had to humor him
that way or go back
to hiding."

I smiled back and said, "That's perverted, Daddy."

"Yeah, I suppose, but do you know what's more perverted than that."

"Do tell."

"Doing that to you and Casey while you two make out."

"That is more perverted.  That's kinky.  Sounds like fun.  Do you suppose
anyone would want to
see something like that?"

"Could you make it happen?"

"Where Casey is concerned, I can make anything happen.  She does what she's
told.  If I tell her
to make love to me, she'll make love to me.  If I tell her to eat my cunt,
she'll eat my cunt.  If I
piss in her mouth, she'll drink it."

"So I heard.  We're going to have some fun, aren't we babe?"

"We will if you'll take me to a bed and do what you should have done twenty
years ago."

Daddy smiled, lifted me, set me in the aisle, led me to the master bedroom,
and did what he
should have done twenty years ago.  Mom watched and masturbated.  I never
pictured that.

After that momentous fuck, I went out looking for mutts to mate with.  They
had to remind me,
but I was all for it and ready for more.  It didn't take long to find two
and draw a crowd.  Sandy
had her own crowd and Casey had an even bigger one.  By the time I went back
in circulation,
there weren't many unserviced mutts to be found.  Fifty-two weren't enough.

We didn't get back together again until right before nightfall, and we were
three well-worn sluts
by that time.  It wasn't just mutts we were servicing.  We serviced all
cummers, male and female,
young and old, Mom and Dad.  We were only eight hours into an initiation set
to last twenty-
four.  There is no sleeping on initiation day.  You take breaks, then get
right back out there.

Sandy was living a dream, but me and Casey were dragging ass by midnight.
Fortunately, things
slowed way down after midnight.  The dogs all went to sleep, only the
hardcore fuckers stayed
up.  The three of us amused twenty people until day break, mostly with oral
sex.  With first light
came
horny dogs followed by horny humans.  From eight in the morning until noon,
were screwed
relentlessly.  I have never been so sore.  I could only imagine what Casey
suffered.  She always
received the most attention, but the kid hung in with us.  Once we were
initiated, she went right
to sleep and didn't wake up until nine that evening, just two hours after
me.

We now had plenty of company.  Most of the women were now naked and keeping
the mutts
amused.  We still had men and boys to contend with, but they took it easy on
us, Casey
especially.  A dick, even a moderate one, would have been torture for her.
I kept a close eye on
Casey.  She did her very best not to be a party pooper, and tried her
damndest to never disappoint
Grandma and Grandpa.  They wanted her to stay naked at all times and to show
good beavers as
much as possible.  She did that.  Whether she overcame her vaginal shyness
is difficult to say, but
one would think she had.

We also kept up that lesbian number we had going on her but only in the RV,
otherwise
everyone would be doing it.  As it was, there were half a dozen ladies who
did that to her
regardless.  She didn't need three more but she got three more.  I'm sure
she got her fill of pussy
and piss.  The two went together at Camp Hedon, but outdoors, she could let
it flow past her lips.
In the RV where we had her, she had to drink or soil the carpet which she
wouldn't do.  No one
told her she had to drink, she just did.

I eventually joined in that activity.  By then, Mom and Sandy had her
kneeling and sucking just
to relieve their bladders.  Casey never complained or even made a
disagreeable face.  She simply
lent herself to being their potty, no muss, no fuss, you need to pee you
just call Casey over and
point to your pussy.  She even wiped with her tongue.  I had to try that and
she wasn't the least
surprised when I did.  It was almost like she were saying, "What took you so
long."

I don't know if Casey liked drinking pee or just did it to please us.
Frankly, I didn't care.  I had
molested that child in so many ways by then that one more way seemed
unimportant and
insignificant, just one more thing she could chalk up to a bizarre
experience.  I knew I wasn't
hurting her physically or mentally.  I was just giving her a bizarre
experience and giving myself
one at the same time.  There is nothing like pissing in your daughter unless
you're doing it while
she's getting fucked.  If Dad saw me taking a piss in her, he had to fuck
her.

Dad must have fucked Casey a hundred times over that three days and I'm sure
he came in her
pussy at least twenty of those times.  He fucked me five times and fucked
Sandy three, but he
never came in us.  Casey knew he was trying to knock her up and would keep
on trying back in
San
Diego.  She knew I'd be there to see that she spread her legs for him and
took the load.  She knew
what a preggo bitch was and knew we were making one.  Camp Hedon was now our
thing.  She'd
be coming back again and again.

Before we left Camp Hedon, Casey knew exactly what she was in for.  If this
upset or alarmed
her, she didn't convey that in any way.  She went along with anything and
everything because we
wanted her to, expected her to, and put pressure on her to without ever
asking her how she felt,
what she wanted, or what she could handle.  She took on a victim mentality
and simply went with
it just as I predicted she would.  In her mind, she had no choice.  Why piss
and moan about it?
Why fight it? Why not be a good sport about it?

I had Casey all figured out even if she didn't.  I'm sure she saw things
that way just as those
sorority girls did.  That was fine by me.  Let her keep her delusions.  I
wanted her to keep them.
Those delusions kept her from harm.  As long as she felt like a helpless
victim, she'd be fine
when she wasn't a helpless victim.  Sandy, on the other hand, was a lost
cause and had been for
years.  I don't think
I could have prevented that.  Whore was in her nature as was a self-image
made of putty.

I didn't mind playing the bad guy, not for a worthy cause.  I could think of
none worthier.  I made
Casey feel victimized and did what I did to impress my parents.  I had a
sexual thing for my
daddy
that overrode all common sense and motherly instincts.  That made sense to
her.  She didn't blame
me.  There were no hard feelings.  Our relationship was still intact though
I was fucking her face
and using her as a piss potty.

They dropped us off late Sunday night.  Casey and I slept most of the way
home, so we weren't
all that
tired.  Sandy went straight to bed leaving me and Casey up.  I thought she
might want to talk so I
made a pot of coffee and joined her at the table where she was perusing
through three days of the
San Diego Union newspaper.  She thanked me and stopped perusing.  We sipped
and sat, sat and
sipped.  I finally said, "That was quite an experience, wasn't it?"

"Yes.  I never expected it to be like that."

I sipped.  She sipped.  I said, "I must confess, I enjoyed myself
thoroughly, Casey."

"Yes, I know.  So did Sandy.  She finally got what she wanted - all the sex
she could handle.  She
can't wait to go back there."

"I'm looking forward to it, too."

She sipped.  I sipped.  One would think she'd either say, "Me too," or "Not
me." She said nothing.
I thought about what she needed to hear from me, what she was after, though
I didn't think the
situation
needed any reinforcing.  She knew the score and knew there would be more,
like it or not.  She
wanted something but I wasn't picking up on it.  I would need more clues so
I sat and sipped,
waiting on her.

After a minute of sitting and sipping, she said, "Boy, they sure love incest
there, don't they?"

"Incest and bestiality.  It was hard to tell what they liked most.  They
sure liked watching you get
screwed by your grandpa.  Then again, they liked watching you get screwed by
anything."

"They sure did.  I got screwed more than Sandy did.  I sure got screwed a
lot more by Grandpa."

"Yes, but he's trying to get you pregnant.  He'll be screwing you a lot
more."

That was the first time I said it to her face but she had overheard many
conversations where the
subject was discussed as though what she overheard didn't matter, sometimes
while she was
licking my pussy.  Perhaps she needed to hear it from me.

She said, "I know, but I won't be fertile for about ten days.  I just got
off my period on
Thursday."

"Well, lets not tell him that.  That might spoil his fun.  This way, in his
mind, every day might be
the day."

"Okay.  He never asked me about my periods.  I won't bring it up."

Well shit, that wasn't the issue.  She sipped.  I sipped.  I waited.  She
said, "You know what they
liked best, though, better than watching Grandpa screw me?"

"What's that?"

"When you and I did it.  You know, when we made like lesbians and did it on
the blanket.  They
super liked watching a mother and daughter do a sixty nine."

Now we were getting somewhere.  I said, "You're right about that."

"The best part was when Grandpa came in our faces while we were kissing.
That blew their
minds when we kept on kissing with his sperm on our mouths.  I thought you'd
stop, but you
didn't."

"He didn't want me to.  He did that for a reason."

"I guess.  Still, it was pretty weird, wasn't it."

"I don't know.  I rather enjoyed it."

"You did!"

She didn't expect that.  I knew what part of the Camp Hedon experience was
her favorite.  I said,
"Yes, you're a very good kisser and I love sperm.  What was not to like."

"I like the way you kiss, too.  That was neat.  I wouldn't mind doing that
again."

"Honey, you'll be doing that and a lot more from now on.  We will be
regulars at Camp Hedon
until you deliver your baby.  You are the feature performer, and they'll
want to see how you are
coming along, week by week."

"Well, I just wanted you to know that I didn't mind doing that thing on the
blanket and if you
want to do some of that...you know...at home, I wouldn't mind that either.
I mean, if you want
to."

Oh, so that was it.  I sat back and smiled, set my cup down, and reached
into my crotch, saying,
"Sweetheart, nothing changes when we're home.  Home or Hedon is all the
same.  I have adopted
a new lifestyle and I'm taking you girls with me.  When you leave home, you
can live as you
please, but while you live under my roof and eat my groceries, you will live
as I say.  Is that
understood?"

"Yes Ma'am."

"I'm not sure you do understand, so get down on your knees and eat my pussy.
While you're at
it, I'll get rid of some of this coffee.  Don't spill a drop on my clean
floor.  Do you understand
that?"

She was already on her knees with her face in my beaver, sucking as I
finished, so she nodded.  I gave her a squirt.  She swallowed that and began
nursing on my pussy.  We had a good
understanding.  I let her eat pussy for a while, then took her to bed with
me and forced her to
make love with me.  Call me a bad mommy if you want to, but I know what's
good for my own
kids.  At least, I had one all figured out.

One became a lawyer and one became a hooker.  I'll let you figure it out.

                                        The End

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