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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Tyler's Wedding
Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 04:10:01 -0400
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                                Tyler's Wedding
                                By: Phil Phantom
                             HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

Ann Reynolds read the note that came with her daughter's wedding
invitation, an invitation sent out by the groom. Though she read
the note twenty times, she still could not believe what she read,
so she'd read it again:

	I feel it only fair to warn you that, following the ceremony,
Michelle will be taken out to the street and bred to a number of
dogs while still wearing her wedding dress. At least she'll have
the dress on in the beginning. After her third or fourth dog, she
should be completely naked and be copulating on her back for
maximum exposure of both her body and the act itself, as this
position affords the best view of the dog's dick fucking her
human pussy. This is a fantasy we share but you may not wish to
participate in a bestial exhibition involving one of your own
kin. It would be best if you did as the more guests we have
gathered around her, the less likely she'll be seen by outsiders.
Between both families and invited guests, we should have enough
to completely shield this activity, but shielded or not, we are
intent on going through with breeding Michelle to approximately a
dozen mutts who know the bitch quite well.


	Tyler Jackson
	the groom

Ann still could not believe what she read, but in her heart she
knew this was no prank. Within one year of high school
graduation, a daughter who seemed poised to explode onto the
world scene like the next super model, beauty queen, Hollywood
discovery, or the gem in a movie star's crown, just kept on
taking one step down after another, first by dropping out of
college, now poised to marry a local, a Jackson, and one
apparently headed no further than his father's lumber yard. 

Now the former Miss anything-she-ever-entered was not just
stepping down, but kneeling down, crawling on all fours out to
the street to be bred like a bitch. Six months ago, even three
months ago, Ann would have treated that disgusting note like an
obscene phone call and trashed it at the first utterance of
filth. Not now. Even the obscene phone calls went to Michelle,
and she would talk to the disgusting caller for an hour or more
though engaged to be married. In fact, the relationship with
Tyler began as an obscene phone call. He was the one who always
asked to speak with the little blonde bitch.

Michelle's engagement ring was a hideous ring of leather worn
around the neck, a dog collar such as guard dogs wear, a spiked
sentry collar, so the obscene note could not be taken lightly.
When the little blonde bitch finally flounced in, Ann shook that
note in her muzzle and demanded an explanation. Michelle read the
first few lines, went pale, then collapsed into a dining chair
with her reddening face in her hands, moaning, "God, I can't
believe he actually did this."

Ann took her seat and said, "Michelle, my phone has been ringing
off the hook since mail began arriving. Everyone got this note.
We all want an explanation, but first, is this wedding stillon?"

Michelle slowly brought her flushed face up, took a deep breath,
looked to her mother, and said, "Yes, it's still on."

"Is this bestial exhibition going to take place?"

"I'm afraid so. This tells me that Tyler wasn't joking."

"I should think his engagement collar would tell you that much."

Michelle had no come-back, so Ann went on, "A dainty, feminine
collar in black velvet with rhine stones would be a cute joke,
but that hideous thing boldly states his intentions. Have you no
say in the matter?"

"Mom, it was you who told me that every man has his twists and
kinks and the woman needs to adjust. That's what I did."

"So, it is true? These dogs do know you quite well."

"Yes, it is true."

"I see. I sense from the wording that this only went out to our
kin. I suppose the Jackson clan knows all about this."

"They know I'm a bitch, yes."

"You see yourself as a bitch, do you?"

"Mom, it's hard not to when people are constantly breeding you to
their dogs."

"It's not just Tyler, then."

"No, it's the whole Jackson family, and it has been this way from
the start. Right after Tyler introduced me, he bred me. I was so
stunned, shocked, and mortified, I just stood there and let him
strip me naked. He exposed me and posed me, then placed me in a
mating position. I froze on my all fours and let him place dogs
on me one after the other."

"Good lord, Michelle!"

"We had done it in private, but I never dreamed he'd want to
share what we had done, especially not with his family. Boy, was
I ever wrong. We made the rounds, fifteen homes in one weekend.
Everyone got to see him show off his foxy bitch. He had shaved my
pussy. He stripped me naked and showed my bald beaver before
letting the dogs at it. Believe me, I felt like a bitch being
bred."

"How many dogs?"

"Every home had several males. The Jacksons are heavy into
bestiality. All their women are bitches. I wish I had known that
at the time. That would have made things much easier. As it was,
I thought I was the only one and just wanted to die."

"I can imagine. So...am I to presume you intend to go through
with this exhibition and cooperate fully?"

"Well, yes, I suppose. All the Jacksons and their guests have
already seen it. This will be no worse."

"I see. Let me ask you something, Michelle, and please be honest.
Are you now a bitch?"

While running a finger under the tight, obviously uncomfortable
collar, Michelle said, "To be honest...yes, I suppose I am. I
would have to say I am now into it as much as Tyler is. I would
prefer not to bring this into our wedding, and I would have
preferred that my family never know, but that's all moot, now."

"It was moot when you began wearing that collar."

"I guess no one from my family will be coming to my wedding."

"Guess again. No one said they wouldn't. They all wanted to know
if the wedding was still on. If they weren't planning to attend,
they wouldn't care."

"What about you and Dad?"

"We'll be there, and we will help block views. If this is the
fantasy wedding you kids want, you'll have our blessing, but
watching is as far as we'll go. I'll be damned if I'll help strip
you or assist in breeding you. I did my part by handing you the
phone when Tyler first called and asked to speak to the little
blonde bitch with the great tits. I presumed he meant you and
didn't mean a busty girl with a nasty disposition. I wasn't the
least surprised that you eventually went to him and returned a
week later wearing his collar. I was the only one but no one else
saw how you wagged your tail and squeezed your thighs while
talking to him."

"Mom, be honest. Do you want to watch?"

"I would like to say, absolutely not, but to be perfectly honest,
yes, I would. After reading this note through about a dozen
times, I had to admit, I wanted to watch and was hoping you would
go along with Tyler's wishes. Right before you arrived home, I
was sitting here trying to think of a way to get you to go along
and be a good bitch. I never dreamed you'd be a good bitch
without pressure."

"Now, I wish I'd put up a show of mortification and disgust. I
would have loved to see how you dealt with that and turned me
around, convincing me that I had to be a good bitch. I never
dreamed you'd be into this sort of thing, although I did notice
you always hovering near whenever I had the dog guy on the line.
Thigh squeezes were the most I could get away with while you were
feather dusting the backs of my legs."

Ann laughed and said, "You do exaggerate, but I was often tempted
to turn that duster around, flip you over, and use the handle on
you as an act of mercy."

Now, Michelle laughed and said, "God, I wish you had. Just having
you so near, watching me while eaves dropping made me so fucking
horny."

"Fucking? You dare say fucking to your mother?"

"Fuck and fucking if you're going to talk about fucking my bitch
pussy with a handle."

"Handle or candle or anything handy or dandy. You needed
something and we had no dog. Had we, I would have let him in."

"Had you while I had Tyler on the line and he had me in a lather,
you would have seen your daughter rape a dog. [Ann laughing]
Mother, seriously, how long have you been into this? I assume you
were into this when you first handed me the phone that a dog guy
was on the other end of."

"I have always been curious. Picturing you and any dog...well, I
can't think of a human female I would rather see coupled with a
dog. You are, indeed, a fox, Michelle, and I can't wait to see
you naked with a shaved pussy."

"Pussy!"

"Yes, I said, pussy and couldn't decide between pussy and cunt,
and we would all like to see your pussy, cunt, snatch, twat, or
beaver wide open with no hair on it. That alone is worth going
for. I'm sure others feel the same way. I think half want to see
a dog screw you, the rest just want to see you naked. I'm quite
sure your father wants both. He'll fight for a good place up
front."

"You make me blush."

"A blush looks good on you, but I'm surprised you can still blush
after all you've been through in a few short weeks. I must say,
you took to the mutts rather quickly."

"I took to Tyler rather quickly. No one had ever told me that I
was a sexy bitch and expected me to take that as high praise,
especially when he made it clear that he meant bitch as in a mate
suitable for dogs. When a man sweet-talks me like that, I wag my
tail. After I decided that he was the one, it was a simple matter
of following your advice. I took an immediate interest in
bestiality. He arranged to get me a good dog. I met with him and
his choice mutt. We were soon mating, but I must tell you, I was
none too thrilled by that first experience, nor the second
through tenth. It took a while, but after a while, you begin to
feel like a bitch. You see your man turning on and you feel sexy
with a mutt wildly humping your ass and drooling slobber on your
back. After that, mating with dogs gets easier and
easier....Mother, are you masturbating?"

"Yes. I have my finger in my pussy where it has been for most of
the past hour. Don't mind me. Go on. You were saying serving as a
bitch got easier and easier."

"Yes. I was a bitch before he took me around and showed me off. I
didn't disappoint him. They saw a bitch mating. You will, too.
Once I get going, I do turn bitch."

"If you are going to do this, I would hope so. I want to see a
good bitch performance out of you, Michelle. You fuck those mutts
right back. You keep your hind legs well apart and...uhhhh, oh
god...oh this is so good...yes...so good...look under the table,
Michelle. Watch me finger my pussy...oh yes, so good....I'm
cumming, Michelle, watch me cum on my fingers...ummaahh..."

Michelle watched something she never thought she would ever see,
and got a good look at it, too. Ann had no panties on. Once her
Mom got going good following the discovery, both hands came into
play, one to expose her pussy, the other to frig it through a
long but rather reserved orgasm. Her mother had a lovely pussy, a
long lippy gash but neatly trimmed, the type cunt suckers love to
wallow in. Though their pussies were quite similar but on
different scales, her mother's orgasms were nothing like
Michelle's brief but intense and explosive climaxes. Michelle
rather envied the long ones that her mother seemed to savor, by
Michelle's estimation, an orgasm that lasted over a full minute.
Michelle was lucky to get ten seconds of ecstasy out of her clit.
Maybe the secret was leaving the clit alone and finding that
special spot inside. Both types were equally draining and left
the victim wasted in a sprawl, limp arms dangling at the sides,
legs apart. 

Michelle reached in and patted he mother's wasted beaver, getting
her fingers wet in maternal pie. When she came up, she wore a big
smile and said, "You're sopping wet, lady."

"I'm no lady. Ladies don't get sopping wet between the legs when
they learn that their only daughter mates with animals."

"You're right. [looking at her wet hand] There is no doubt about
it, you do like that idea."

"My only regret is that I didn't begin breeding you when the
notion first occurred to me."

"When might that have been?"

"When you were eight and I had to dash outside to pull our
neighbor's cocker spaniel off you."

"I don't recall that."

"I'm not surprised. You thought he wanted to wrestle. He came
very close to wrestling nine inches of dog dick in through the
leg hole of your panties and right up your wazoo."

Michelle laughed and said, "Which hole is the wazoo hole?"

"Funny, but it never dawned on me that he could have gone up your
ass. I suppose they do...don't they?"

"They do but it's pussy they're after. They want the knot buried,
and the knot won't bury in your average asshole. Experienced
mutts know where the pussy is, and they'll find a way in from any
angle. All you really have to do is keep the pussy in one place
and leave them to do their thing. I found that being a bitch is
easy. Living as a bitch is a bitch."

"Oh, how so?"

"Mom, some people are into sex with dogs just because it's a fun
thing to do. The Jacksons are into it to humiliate and degrade
their women, to keep them in their place, and to punish them when
they do wrong. Tyler is no different. It's a bitch."

"The life must suit you."

"No, it doesn't suit me. I'm into bestiality because it's a fun
thing to do, and I discovered that I am a bit of an exhibitionist
- well, more than a bit. I absolutely love showing a group of
people a shaved-cunt beaver. I love letting a mutt lick my slit
with people looking on, and I love fucking mutts on my back with
my legs out in the splits. For one, they see everything, and two,
I can see them seeing everything. The life Tyler offers is a
trade-off. I suffer the humiliation and degradation to get what I
want, and I have to act like I hate being publicly mated. If I
didn't, they wouldn't bother, and I could never do this on my
own. They would never give a woman something she likes. June
Jackson took me aside and told me how to be. She saw through me
right away, as did most of the Jackson women. Men like Tyler
attract women like us. They're old hands at this game, and they
will all envy my wedding if it goes according to Tyler's plan.
The scene outside is only part of it, the grand finale."

"Do tell. What can we expect prior to that?"

"Dogs in the chapel. The bride wearing a dog collar with leash
attached. The bride with no panties on. Mutts licking her cunt
all through the service, and we're talking a long, drawn-out
service in a wedding dress fit for a hooker's wedding. From where
we'll be standing, everyone will see what the dogs are licking.
I'll have peanut butter stuffed deep in my cunt, but no one will
know that except the dogs. They love peanut butter. If my legs
give out, which often happens when dogs lick peanut butter off my
ovaries, I'll be saying my I-dos while Rover is trying to make
puppies in me."

"Good lord. Is the pastor in on this?"

"Do you mean the Reverend John Jackson?"

"Is he one of them?"

"His whole congregation is one of them. I have been bred during
church service. I think their church is called The First Church
of the Bred Bitch. One entire service was dedicated to just
breeding me to everything they could find, often two at a time,
one working at each end. I must have serviced fifty dogs and
ended with a belly bloated with dog cum. That was my initiation
done before a packed house of almost three-hundred of all ages -
all dressed in their Sunday best, looking pretty-much like any
other church congregation if it weren't for all the masturbating
going on. Actually, I don't know whether it's The First Church of
the Bred Bitch, or The First Church of the Shameless
Masturbators. You'd fit right in with that congregation,Mother."

"My goodness. I just may have to return to church, and your
father will come with me."

"That's how they built their church. We aren't the first family
to receive invitations like this. We'll be getting a sample, just
enough to wet our appetite and want more. This wedding will be
entertaining without being too shocking, at least not until the
scene outside, but we've been warned about that."

"How shocking is that likely to get?"

"The sex itself will be shocking, just because of the position
I'll be in, but it'll blow a few minds if one of those mutts gets
a notion to fuck me in the mouth. Those dogs of theirs think
human bitches have pussy at both ends, at least the ones that can
get their knot in a woman's mouth. Most can, most do, and they
don't like waiting on pussy if there's one not being used. They
call it head fucking a bitch, and the Jacksons are very much into
that particular aspect of bestiality. I think that will shock the
shit out of anyone who has never seen a dog throat fuck a woman,
or a woman lend herself to that purpose by offering up her mouth
as a bitch pussy and her belly as a bitch womb."

"I can imagine. How on earth do you breathe?"

"You suck in through the nose and force air out through the
mouth, which causes a throat flutter that the dogs love. If the
mutt isn't too thick, it's not that difficult, unfortunately,
most are long and thick. The characteristic Jackson mutt is long,
thick, big-balled, with a mouth-size dick knot. You do the best
you can to get him to cum, which isn't bad since, in most cases,
he'll be cumming directly into your stomach."

"Are you saying the cum goes directly to the stomach, or the dick
is actually in the stomach?"

"In or close to being in. Some get irritated by stomach acid and
will pull back enough to ease their discomfort, but they'll go
right back after a bit. Like I said, they love burying the knot.
The feel they must."

"So, the idea is to make them cum and go."

"The idea is to be a good fuck no matter where he gets his dick
in, but you want him to cum fast when he's head fucking because
it's rough getting your head fucked. After he cums, he'll stop
fucking you in the mouth. He won't pull out right away, but at
least the dick will soften and make breathing easier, plus you're
not getting banged and buffeted. When the knot goes down, he'll
ease out. Figure five minutes, minimum, and that is if the bitch
does nothing to further stimulate the dog. A good bitch can keep
a dog for at least ten minutes after he cums. A very good bitch
can do twenty or more, and the Jacksons expect their women to be
good bitches at the very minimum. You get strapped severely for
not being a good bitch. I have suffered one of their strappings.
I will not suffer another one, not if I can help it. I can keep a
mutt for more than ten in any hole."

"Jesus Christ. This is so bizarre. I never imagined bestiality to
be this way."

"From what I gather, it's not. The Jacksons do it their way with
dogs built and conditioned for generations to do it their way.
Their dogs treat human females like something to fuck. The
females live under a strict rule: you don't pet them, you let
them. The men do all the praising and feeding. In the Jackson
home, the dog is most definitely the man's best friend. For the
females, the dog is something that roams about and can make her
assume a mating position with a nudge. Once in position, he may
then pick which pussy he wants to fuck - heads or tail. If he
mounts over the head, you get that dick in your mouth and swallow
it. You then roll onto your back, get up on your elbows, and take
a fucking in the throat with his balls draped over your nose.
That's mutt fucking Jackson style."

"Michelle, I hate to say this, but I hope a few take a notion to
throat fuck you."

Michelle smiled and patted her mother's hand, saying, "Odds are,
at least one will. If that happens, you will witness the most
humiliating and degrading thing any woman can be subjected to,
and the worst part is being stuck on the dick after he's done,
joined mouth to genital with a dog, looking for all intents and
purposes as though you are nursing on the animal. For you, I'll
try for fifteen. If I do that, I will convince everyone who sees
it that I subsist on what comes out of a dog's cock."

"Michelle, if I see that, I think I just may masturbate
shamelessly."

"That wouldn't surprise me. You're at it again, aren't you?"

Ann smiled like she let out a silent fart in a crowded elevator,
and said, "What tipped you off, the smell?"

Michelle sniffed her once wet hand, made a pleasing face, and
said, "Not smell, scent."

"Scent, huh. Don't tell me you love pussy, too."

"Mother, any girl that would nurse on a dog's cock would eat
anything."

"Anything?"

Michelle smiled then slipped slowly to her knees and went under
the table, there to be greeted by a wide-spread beaver with her
mother looking down on it to see if Michelle would actually do
what she appeared to be getting set to do. Michelle placed her
palms on her mother's soft, creamy-white, inner thighs to frame
the rather large pussy and spread the legs wider. She then eased
in to sniff the gash, prompting her mother to say, "Oh, Michelle,
you shouldn't."

Michelle ignored her mother and sniffed all in and around the
splayed cunt, actually poking and moving vaginal flesh with her
nose, exaggerating the sniffing and sniffing a scent like a bitch
smelling peanut butter, zeroing-in on the hole as the source.
With fingertips, Michelle fully exposed the cunt and the cunt
hole, bringing forth a groan from the cunt's shy owner. Ann then
said, "Michelle, please, you mustn't."

There was absolutely no conviction in that mustn't. It was more
a, "Stop torturing me and eat my pussy." Michelle just smiled
inwardly and put her nose fully inside the hole to draw in a deep
breath, making her mom go, "OH FUCK!...Michelle! Oh, you vulgar
bitch."

This made Michelle burrow her face and nose, which brought on,
"Yes, sniff your mommy's cunt hole, you filthy slut. Yes, I said
slut. I called you a filthy slut. You're a fucking whore and a
slut, now a shameless bitch. Get your bitch nose deep in my fuck
hole and smell a lady's cunt, you cunt-sucking mutt-fucker, you
pussy loving whore, you slimy-slit-slurping slut, god damn gash
gobbler."

If Michelle took offense at anything her mother said, it didn't
show down below. The words only drove her to use her nose like a
finger all inside the gash, which only brought more insults.
Michelle was now getting her face wet, but still not using her
tongue. That didn't matter. What she did do drove Ann half out of
her mind with lust and made her say things she never would have
said had Michelle not been wallowing her face between Ann's legs.
Watching that was as maddening as feeling it.

Ann cried, "You are such a whore, young lady. Prancing around
this house wearing only skimpy panties, teasing me and your
father with your naked breasts and sexy legs. We should have
ripped those fucking panties off and raped you the first time you
pulled that stunt. And taking those obscene calls like that, in
the living room, lying on the sofa, butt-up, showing your daddy
what a cute and fuckable ass you have, as good as saying,
'Please, Daddy, take my panties off and fuck my asshole.' He
would, too, in a heartbeat, any asshole, but your asshole
especially. I told him he was a fool not to, that you wanted to
be his little asshole whore, that you were applying for the
position, begging for the job. I told him you were offering him
your ass just as plain as day, and chided him for not taking you
up on the offer. Yes, I see I was right, too. Well, he'll fuck
your ass now, bitch. When he reads this note, he'll fuck every
hole you've got and cum where he pleases with my blessing. I want
him to fuck your ass and cum in your pussy. Your face is mine and
belongs between my legs, you filthy fuck-faced bitch!"

Ann had just watched Michelle get her entire face wet and slimy
before returning her nose to deeply probe the fuck hole with her
lips pressed to asshole, not pursed in a kiss but pressed in
tightly so that lips and asshole formed a tight seal. If her
mother farted, Michelle would inflate. Ann had rarely experienced
oral sex as a recipient, and had never experienced lips on her
asshole. In fact, Ann had an asshole that simply was not touched,
an off-limits asshole, an asshole used only for one-way traffic,
so the sensation of a long, slender tongue slithering in and
going against traffic made Ann piss, literally piss, which fell
mostly on the crown of Michelle's head. Ann did come to her
senses and did regain control, but not before soaking Michelle's
head and hair with piss.

Ann's gut response was to leap up, end this nonsense, apologize
profusely, fetch a towel, and make things right again, but she
didn't leap because she still had a tongue fucking her in the
ass. It slowly dawned on her that the tongue-fucking hadn't
stopped or slowed down all through the pissing. Pissing on
Michelle didn't seem to bother her one bit. Gradually, Ann
relaxed and settled lower in the chair with her ass rolled up to
make a better presentation of that hole which Michelle took as a
hint, focusing her full oral attention to that hole while helping
to support her mother's ass so that she could settle fully onto
her back with her chin dug into her chest, pulling herself into a
curl to see Michelle's mouth glued to her asshole.

Ann began to focus on the delightfully wicked sensation of a
tongue fucking her asshole, not just fucking, but reaming,
licking the walls of the colon, licking the sphincter, and
digging in shit. Ann couldn't get over the fact that her
daughter's tongue was often deep in doo doo. That had to taste
like shit, but Michelle didn't act like it did, or if it did, she
liked the taste of shit. 

More and more, Ann kept thinking about pissing on Michelle, the
sopping wet and dripping head served as a constant reminder. She
really did drench the girl, and Michelle had no way of knowing
that it had been an accident. Ann never did apologize, she just
stopped pissing. Hell, right before that, she had been calling
Michelle a whore and a slut along with every filthy name in the
book. Pissing right in her face would have gone well with that.
Pissing on her head while she tongue-fucked asshole went very
well with that act. 

Ann kept thinking about doing it again only on purpose this time,
and this time, right in the face. Though the new position would
likely send a stream straight up to fall straight down, Ann could
guide the stream, her pisser being like a tiny dick. She could
squirt Michelle right between the eyes, or run a line across the
top of her forehead, or do the nose, or just let piss dribble out
to flow down the slit to Michelle's lips where piss would puddle
until the puddle reached nostrils. It would then be a matter of
how long could she hold her breath...unless she drank some.

Why would Ann even think such a thing. Ann didn't know, and
Michelle only sensed it, but Michelle knew she had a potty freak
by the anus and the freak was thinking about pissing again.
Neither knew that Ann, at the age of three, had a baby sitter who
loved eating shit and drinking piss. Little Ann came to love that
unusual sitter. That was a nifty shitter sitter. Only in the
deepest recesses of her mind did she remember what that was like
being dined on by a person who loved her nasty stuff. 

Sure enough, she began pissing in well-aimed squirts and ended up
doing everything until there was a puddle that Michelle had to
decide what to do with. Michelle could have simply eased off and
let it fall to the floor, but that would not thrill her mother.
Clearly, her mother wanted to see drinking. Michelle didn't want
to drink, but thought, "Fuck it, why not. It's not like I'm a
debutante." She sipped the puddle down, drank the puddle down,
and thrilled the piss out of her mother. To finish her off,
Michelle came up and sucked in her clit, taking in the drippy
urethra and all, sucking and nursing until Mommy had a climax
much like Michelle's. This one brought Ann to the floor where she
became a puddle.

Michelle got out from under the table and went to rinse her head,
wash her face, brush her teeth, and gargle. She thought about
sticking a finger down her throat, but thought, "Oh, what the
fuck. I leave the mutt cum down there. A little piss can'thurt."

She returned to the dining room with her head wrapped in a towel.
Her mother was now back in her seat and looking a bit sheepish,
embarrassed, ashamed, expecting Michelle to say, "Mother, how
could you?"

Michelle took her seat, smiled warmly, and said, "You taste
pretty good, Mom."

Ann showed instant relief but was still embarrassed. She said,
"Boy, did I ever unload on you, and I'm not talking about liquid
body waste. I'm talking about all those awful things I said."

"But it feels good, doesn't it?"

Ann smiled and said, "Yes, it feels very good, like I took a good
healthy crap all over you."

"If it'll make you feel better, be my guest."

"Don't tempt me, Michelle. You have no idea how close you came to
getting a mouthful of shit."

"If it'll make you feel better, you can do that, too. Just don't
expect me to eat it. I have to draw the line somewhere."

"I wouldn't expect you to eat it, but if you're going to stick
your tongue in it, you may as well take it into your mouth.
That's the way I see it."

"If that's the way you see it, then you should have no qualms
about taking a shit in my mouth."

"I don't."

"Good, then the next time I'm sucking on your asshole, I'll
expect you to shit."

"I will, Michelle, I will shit right in your mouth."

"Like I said, I will expect the shit. While you're shitting, I'll
be sucking shit."

"Oh god, would you suck my shit into your mouth, Michelle?"

Michelle could see that her mom had it bad, needed it bad, and
somehow she'd have to adjust to this perversion. At least, she
didn't have to swallow. Taking shit off her mother wasn't that
big a deal. She had been taking shit off her mother for years,
just not literally. She often felt pissed on, but not literally.
To be shit in and pissed on went well with being a Jackson bitch,
so she reached out to lay a loving hand on her mother's hand and
say, "You've been good to me and you tried to make something of
me. You always believed in me and pushed me to be all I could be.
I reward all that hard work by turning away from all that and
throwing myself to the dogs. I am everything you said and more. I
owe you this venting, and you may vent on me all you want,
however you want, whenever you want, and the same goes for
Daddy."

"Do you mean that, Michelle?"

"Yes. What you said was so true. I was offering my ass as
brazenly as I could without presenting it to him naked with a
sign that said, 'Please fuck my ass.' I don't think I could have
been more obvious had I been naked. The panties drew attention to
my ass. I knew he liked ass more than pussy, and had to love my
ass. I know I have a very fuckable ass and he heard me telling
men how much I love a big cock up my ass, and how I made it
through high school avoiding pregnancy by offering ass to my
dates, how I have been offering pieces of my ass since I was
eleven, and how any stiff dick is welcome in my ass, and I
stressed the any. What does a girl have to do to get fucked in
this house?"

"Wearing a sentry dog collar with bikini panties just about did
the trick, but to tell you the truth, I think you will have to
present it to him and ask for the fuck. He can't bear the thought
of molesting you. He thinks you will eventually look back on it
and see him as a pervert. He sees you keeping the grand kids away
from him. That it his hang-up, Michelle. Your father very much
wants to be a Grandpa, a good Grandpa, as good a Grandpa as he
was a Daddy."

Michelle sat back wearing a pleasing smile and said, "He would
make a good Grandpa. I would like to re-assure him that I would
never feel that way. How can I do that?"

"I'm not sure you can, but taking the initiative and all the
responsibility onto yourself will probably get you fucked. He
would be putty in your hands. Simply have your way with him. Use
him whenever you feel like it, then just walk away. Don't ever
say thanks and never apologize. Just take what you want. Truth
is, he would like that very much."

"Just take what I want, huh? I kinda like that. You won't mind?"

"Heavens no, take all you want. He's all yours, but I expect you
to take good care of me without me having to come to you and ask.
I want to be used, too. We like to fantasize being at your mercy
and you being a sexual predator with a voracious appetite for all
types of sex. We see that you have the voracious appetite. You
just haven't turned it on us, yet. We've been hoping you might.
At least, it's fun to think about. Your father and I enjoy
masturbating together while sharing a common fantasy. Lately,
that's been the Michelle, sexual predator fantasy."

"Interesting...a sexual predator, huh...I suppose it did look
that way. I could certainly make it that way, at least for the
few days I have remaining in this house."

"You could always return to molest us."

"I'm not sure that Tyler won't have me on a short leash. Most
are. That's part of life as a bitch that makes it a bitch. I do
love my freedom. If it turns out that I love playing sexual
predator with you and Daddy, giving that up, too, might be one
thing more than I'm willing to give up. I may just call this
wedding off and play sexual predator instead."

"Why not go through with the wedding but don't say I do."

"There's a thought."

"Could we still attend their church?"

This had Michelle mulling until she said, "I don't see why not. I
have already undergone the initiation. You might have to go
through it, but I know I can get Daddy in."

"Me! Go through what you went through! Fifty dogs! Both ends!
Naked in front of hundreds of people!"

"Exciting isn't it?"

"NO! Not for me it isn't. I want to watch it. I don't want to do
it, and I have no desires to exhibit intimate areas of my body -
well, to you I do, but not to groups. I could never, Michelle."

"I'm not sure that you would have to, but it seems that everyone
does. When a girl enters puberty, she goes through an initiation.
I know none of them avoid that. I get the impression that a
female can't enter their church unless she's a bitch, except to
attend a wedding. I'm not even sure they'll let me in as a free
bitch with no owner."

"Why couldn't your father be your owner - our owner?"

"I suppose he could, but you would still need to undergo the
initiation. Wearing the collar with an owner holding the leash
does not make you a bitch, not in their eyes. They want to see
bitch with a capital 'B'. When you can nurse on a mutt that just
fucked you in the throat, and keep him in your gullet for at
least ten minutes, you're a bitch with a capital 'B'. Do that
repeatedly before the entire congregation, and you're in. That
simple."

"I'm afraid that's not simple enough. I would puke if a dog's
dick touched my lips. No way could I open my mouth and take him
down my throat. I would drown in puke. Honestly, Michelle, I
don't know how you do that, or suck ass, or eat pussy, or drink
piss, or take shit into your mouth. You must have an iron
constitution. I assure you, I do not. I could not have done to
you what you did to me, so when you go to molest me, don't you
even think about getting even."

"I wouldn't dream of getting even, but don't tell me how to
molest you. I'll do as I please. You can hold your breath and
seal your lips tight, but I'll smother your face with my slimy
beaver. I'll slime your tits and suck the piss out of you, piss
and shit, and there's not a damn thing you can do to prevent me
from getting all you've got. I'll drain your bladder and empty
your colon. You'll have no choice but to lie there and suffer
though the ordeal."

Michelle struck a big nerve with that speech. Ann appeared on the
verge of orgasm. Her hands went between her legs as she said,
"Yes, do it like that, Michelle. Take it from me. Suck all that
nasty stuff out of my body. If you do that, I won't hold my
breath or seal my lips. I'll just lie there and let you do what
you will with me."

"Mom, I am not going to say I do. I already know I'm going to
love this way too much."

"I'm sure we will too. If Tyler will put you on a short leash, we
wouldn't want you to marry him. We sure would like to see that
post wedding show, though. I know everyone will be disappointed
about that."

"If I know Tyler, he'll be so pissed, he'll lead me straight
outside. What you'll see is the canine gang rape of a chicken
bride. If you'll just pass the word to let Tyler do as he pleases
with me, I promise you an even better show. I guarantee you
plenty of oral action. The only time I won't have a dog dick in
my mouth is when they change dogs."

"That would be something, but if this is rape, you won't be doing
any nursing."

"Says who. I don't want my ass strapped. Just because I don't
want to marry Tyler doesn't mean I forgot everything they taught
me. I'll nurse. I'll nurse like a piss-sucking daughter."

"Ohh, you give me wicked chills when you say things like that."

"Is that a fact. I think you're full of shit, Mother. Have you
been holding out on me? Is there any shit in your ass? Yes, I can
see by the look on your face, you have a big mushy turd in there.
You go strip naked, get on your bed, and get on your wide-spread
knees with your face in a pillow. If I sense any reluctance on
your part to let it go, I swear, I'll twist your fucking clit
off. NOW GO!"

Like a three-year-old trapped in a house with a shit-eating
fairy, Ann ran to the bedroom and stripped. Michelle shook her
head as she readied a pan of soapy water. She then gargled with
olive oil, giving her teeth a good coating, wondering how bad
could it be.

Actually, not bad at all. She adjusted to the stench, and a good
rinse, a brushing, gargle, floss, and final gargle, she was good
as new and fresher than ever. This, she could do, and she was
happy it went so well because her mother absolutely loved it and
was like a little kid getting her ass sucked. The image made
Michelle smile. Now that she had her mother's number, what was
dear old dad into besides butt fucking.

Turns out, nothing. He was perfectly content to lie on his back
and watch Michelle fuck her ass on his dick with her beaver
showing. He watched the beaver and savored the sensations on his
dick. He never saw anything so lovely and erotic, and she was so
energetic. He got tired just watching her fuck a dick. Michelle
also took him in her pussy and her mouth, but his clear favorite
was the ass fucking in a position where he could see the most
pussy and tits. There were several good positions.

Michelle was a great sexual predator from the very start, having
a natural affinity for taking sex from people and rendering them
defenseless. She loved the role and the game. She loved her
parents, loved living at home, loved her freedom, and loved her
many obscene phone admirers who must have an effective grapevine
when they get a hot number. Besides, the damn collar was
beginning to get old and becoming a pain. Being treated like the
lowest form of life, septic scum, was also losing its luster. 

In a way, she just wanted to flip them all off and throw the damn
collar at them, but as the day came upon them, her mother's
excitement swayed her to behave. Michelle also knew that the rest
of her family was very much looking forward to a very nasty
wedding. Michelle often overheard her mother telling the curious
all about it and what to expect, and they were all curious. 

Most interesting was hearing her mother describe throat fucking
and canine oral sex in general. According to her mother, the dogs
often pissed in the women while they were nursing, and to spill a
drop was to get a belt between the legs. Michelle never thought
about it, but it would look like the bitch was nursing on a
pissing dick, trying like hell not to spill any. Constant
swallowing was a way to stimulate a dick and keep it up longer.
The longer it stays up, the longer it remains in. Yes, it would
look like she were nursing on mutt piss.

Michelle was not the least surprised that her mother would find
this notion exciting, but was very surprised at all those who
shared her excitement. Over a five-day period, her mother talked
to every female member of the family on the Berkley side and the
many from the Reynolds side. She was like an obscene phone caller
and calls usually ended up with both parties openly masturbating
and describing what each was doing. They were having phone sex,
no different than the phone sex Michelle gave her callers, only
Michelle never did any open masturbating. Ann did, and liked
using the sofa, face-up, totally naked with a feather duster up
her ass. When Michelle would pass by, she would usually dip to
lick or suck the clit, and that was always passed along to
whoever was on the line.

There was one time Michelle did this and heard her mother say,
"Oh god, Mom, Michelle is sucking on my pussy and working the
duster in my ass. What should I do, stop her or encourage
her...If you think that's best, I'll do that...No, I'm widening
my legs for her and stroking her face...Yes, she's being a very
good girl. She is sucking her mommy's pussy so nice...I will do
something nice for her...I know I'm very lucky...Yes, behavior
such as this should be rewarded...Umm, yes...Oh Mother, she sucks
my cunt so good...I know she will, You don't even have to ask
her. Just don't do anything to stop her. It's best to just let
her have her way with you...Oh, god, Mom, I'm cumming..."

Scenes such as this happened with two sisters, three aunts, four
cousins, three sisters-in-law, a mother-in-law, and two nice
nieces who'd make fine pieces. She also spoke with a few of the
male members on the Reynolds side and made a date to fuck her
husband's father, Michelle's Gramp Reynolds - shocking - but not
nearly as shocking as returning from that date with fuck running
down her legs, with her husband home, pretending she didn't have
fuck running down her legs while telling him she spent the
afternoon with his father - doing stuff. They did stuff, all
right, and the stuff got all over the place.

No, the wedding had to go forward. By Saturday noon, things had
reached a level of decadence that demanded satisfaction. The
Reynolds and the Berkleys were all fucking each other and each
others pets. Decadence spread through the two families like a
brush fire in dry grass. Oddly, Michelle stood like a wet oasis
amid this conflagration. Sex went on all around her, and she
inspired most of it, but got very little of it, just what she
took from her mother and father, and they were both pretty wasted
and sated from sucking and fucking kin.

There would be no prudes at the two O'Clock ceremony. They were
all coming, even the kids. All were planning to head outside
after the I-dos. No one except her mother knew the I-do would be
an I-don't. The Jackson women who were preparing her never
suspected.

The Jackson's made the dress and fit that dress on Michelle in a
back room of the church thirty minutes before the stroll down the
aisle. Michelle knew the dress would be obscene, but what they
put on her wasn't even a dress by any stretch. It was more a
corset with a ruffle fringe, which hid none of her ass and none
of her pussy. The top only cupped the undersides of her breasts,
and hid nothing important. With white high-heeled boots and a
vail that came to her lower back, she was fit to be wed and bred.
As a final touch, they shaved her pussy extra close and stuffed
peanut butter up her twat. Now, she was ready and her legs were
already rubbery.

The church was packed, standing room only with three-hundred from
the congregation and over two-hundred from Michelle's family.
Relatives from both sides came out of the woodwork. They weren't
expecting more than eighty. Into this teaming throng, Michelle
emerged and took her father's arm as though she really had a
wedding dress on. He snapped her leash on the collar. Half way
down the aisle, they picked up their first peanut-butter-loving
dog. Three more joined them by the time they reached the short
flight of steps they'd need to climb to be beside the groom and
before the preacher. The going was slow and awkward since she had
to avoid tripping over the dogs while feeding them.

When they arrived, all could see the feeding as four mutt heads
vied for space in a crotch bowed open to try to accommodate them
all with two coming in from the front, two from the rear. She
looked like a slut feeding mutts slut slobber. Daddy handed the
leash to Tyler, his job now done. Now, the reverend took over and
went on and on. This was killer, but Michelle was determined not
to go to her knees, knowing that if the question were posed while
she was getting fucked, she'd probably say, "I do" and be royally
fucked.

That would never do, so Michelle suffered through a hell few
women can relate to and no man can imagine as four long tongues
fought for space in a pussy built for one. She ended up assuming
an obscene squat gripping her inner thighs, feeding the mutts as
though she were all alone with four mutts, a hot pussy,  and a
jar of Skippy peanut butter. The people on the Reynolds/Berkley
side were both shocked and amused.

The big question finally came. When it did, Michelle said "No"
just "No." When all the murmuring ceased, he asked again. This
time, she said, "Hell no!" 

Tyler was livid, took her by the scruff of her neck and forced
her to her all fours, whereupon a Rover took over. He was on her
and in her in nothing flat, humping away, making her tits jiggle
and her eyes go cross. Tyler waited, then said, "Now, ask her."

The reverend asked the question again, but Michelle held resolute
and said, "No."

That did it. He pulled the mutt off her and dragged her ass
outside. Five-hundred rushed to be there first. Tyler and three
other Jacksons, stripped her naked, spread her out on her back
over a fuck bench, and got mounts on her, heads and tails. Other
Jacksons worked crowd control, having to keep pushing them back
so that everyone could see. What everyone saw was the canine rape
of the century, one that went on for over an hour and exhausted a
dozen of the best of Jackson. She had to be carried off, but she
got to take the collar off and give it a throw of sorts, dropped
actually, but it was a symbolic gesture that ended the
engagement. 

Tyler picked it up and asked one of the nice nieces if she'd like
to try it on. When she declined, he asked the other one. That
never works. When you go to a table of women and one turns you
down, just slink away. Tyler was an idiot, but he had a good
phone rap.

Michelle was now free and free to be a sexual predator in a large
herd. She'd had her fill of mutts, but she had no qualms about
putting one on others just for fun. She and Max became a common
sight. Word got around, don't run. She had lots of fun. Max
didn't do too bad either.

                                 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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