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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Snow White and the Seven Dogs
Date: Mon, 30 Jul 2001 02:10:03 -0400
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                    Snow White and the Seven Dogs
                        A Phil Phantom Phairy Tale
                      HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

Craig White expected the order to bring his sexy wife to the
annual corporate meeting held in Hong Kong, but ended up with
orders to bring the sexy wife and the sexy sixteen-year-old
daughter. Melody, the wife, had heard all about the bestial
extravaganza Hong Kong meetings and secretly wanted to be part of
one, but bringing Joann along was the last thing she wanted. She
fought the order, but there was no fighting a Kingman decree
except through resignation, so she became resigned. Joann would
just have to grow up the hard way, but Melody also had to grow
up. Neither had fucked anything except people. For Joann, Craig
and masturbation was about it and a toss-up as to which she
preferred, same with Melody. The one not being fucked didn't mind
masturbating to the one that was. Sleeping nude in the same bed
was very nice as they liked to cuddle after sex, and Craig wasn't
a cuddler.

Finding themselves in a suite with one big bed wasn't a problem
for the Whites, since they would all climb into one anyway, but
that did clue them to the type of hosts they had and indicated
their hosts intentions. Joann was the only one shocked at their
thoughtlessness, but Joann hadn't been told anything other than
she was invited along. Craig didn't want to frighten her off,
having only recently gotten her used to being part of a family
threesome, and Melody wasn't quite sure what was in store for
them, knowing that a threesome with naked parents was still a big
deal to Joann, and the child still wasn't comfortable about
kissing with one while being fucked by the other, though she was
coming along nicely and was a very good kisser right before,
during, and following orgasm.

Joann was not ready for the type of decadence enjoyed by the
seven execs of Kingman Import Export, but they were gentlemen
compared to the distributors who came from all over the globe.
Melody assumed that Joann was the type that would find bestiality
of any sort terribly shocking, but the type offered by Hong Kong
night clubs as stage performances would blow her little mind,
especially if her mother were put on stage with frogs, monkeys,
ponies, pigs, goats, snakes, live ells, and dogs, of course. She
might not like that; then again, Melody might not like seeing her
daughter up there, but they would likely end up there. Melody
thought she might like it, but was pretty sure Joann wouldn't.
Craig would. He loved that kinky shit, and loved calling Joann a
sexy bitch, only Melody knew what he meant by bitch.

Joann was a sexy bitch. Any dog would find that girl terribly
sexy. Any man would, any boy would, and most women do. Joann had
beauty that crossed gender and species lines, a true American
Pie, a California Girl the Beach Boys dreamed about. On roller
blades in a San Diego beach park wearing a thong bikini, she
looked like Meals on Wheels. Even ells might find her sexy. An
eel would be hard-pressed to find a finer pussy to die in.
Between her sexy legs was a pussy to die for, maybe not in. The
girl had killer pussy that could suck an ell in and strangle it.

Craig had to have some of that tight pussy. He was dying. Joann
saved him, but felt perverted for saving him that way. She simply
could not stand to see him suffer any longer. What she gave was a
mercy fucking, but once you show mercy, it is cruel to stop
showing mercy, and that was where they were with this. Joann
started something she couldn't stop, greatly relieved that her
mother understood and was willing to share - almost too willing.
Joann felt very welcome in the marital bed where she was
literally smothered with love and affection.

Joann was a young American beauty in sun-bleached blonde, but the
mother of Joann was no slouch in brunette. They were both built
babes with great legs and all the tit any female needs. Long,
luxurious hair ran in the family. Where Joann was a tawny, tan,
and tight tart, Melody was a soft and supple sugar cookie. Joann
was beauty in rich bronze, but Melody was snow white and looked
like Snow White. One abhorred exercise and sun, the other
worshipped both, but neither had trouble keeping extra weight
off. They both ate like birds, and ate the right foods. To see
those two in a nude cuddling embrace was to see a vision that
would make Jello get hard or make seven dwarfs cum in their
pantaloons.

Joann still wasn't comfortable with all of the sexual attention
and nudity. She still wanted the lights off and wanted to be
under covers. Morning sex was the worst and her horny parents
seemed determined to rid the bed of covers in the strong morning
light. They were randiest in the morning, like animals feasting
on a kill, and they were both into feasting. Joann still wasn't
used to being feasted on by her mother, though she was the best
feaster by far - Snow White with a tongue like a Frog.

Still, it was weird looking between her legs and seeing a mother
feasting on her young while a father held the legs wide and
encouraged the mother to eat the sexy bitch. Cumming in her
mother's mouth was unavoidable, and a juicy cum always started a
feeding frenzy. Her mother loved cum - her cum, her father's cum,
especially the two mixed together. The worst part of having sex
with her father was feeding her mother after sex. That was so
gross, but so nice, too. The best part was kissing and cuddling
afterward, but she tasted gross and her face was all sticky. She
was a great tongue kisser, though.

Joann was adjusting much better than she let on. She had most of
her trouble when she wasn't sexually aroused, but she stayed
sexually aroused whenever she was in bed with them and could see
and feel their naked flesh. Even after several intense orgasms,
she stayed aroused if she remained in the bed. Being the object
of their lust, no matter how gross or intense it became, never
grew old or stale, not when she was naked and in the bed with
them. Only when dressed and out of the bedroom did she feel
weird, dirty, and perverted, but she was slowly coming to grips
with that.

Seeing the one bed and sensing the implication made her just as
horny as it did them. That bed beckoned them, so when her erect
father stepped up and pressed his erection into her ass while
lifting her dress, and her mother knelt to drop the panties and
start planting her foreplay kisses, Joann welcomed them. She
stepped free of the panties and assumed a wider stance while her
father took her by the tits and said, "Looks like Kingman wants
us to be a close family, doesn't it, Joann?"

While tilting her cunt into her mother's mouth, Joann reached
behind to fondle her father's lust, saying, "Well, he is the
boss, and he is paying for this. We shouldn't insult his
generosity, should we?"

He said, "Never, and we didn't. We brought you, and we know he
thinks you are a very sexy bitch. It wouldn't surprise us one bit
if he brought you a very sexy dog to be a very sexy bitch with,
would it, Melody?"

Melody stopped sucking on pussy to look up at the bitch who just
found out what he meant by that term, and why she had been forced
to come along. Since that nasty mutt was out of the manger, and
had to come out sooner or later, Melody went ahead and said, "No,
it wouldn't surprise us one bit, knowing how into bestiality he
is, and knowing what a sexy bitch he thinks Joann is. Frankly,
I'd be surprised if he didn't find her a mate and a stage to mate
on."

With that bestial bomb dropped, she went back to eating the
stunned bitch while the father finished stripping her. She was
then laid on the bed and fucked - fucked and devoured. The sex
was great and the devouring divine, but the devoured bitch
couldn't keep her mind focused on incest, because ongoing incest
could not compete with the idea of bestiality performed on stage.
Joann felt fucked.

Joann wondered how long they knew about this and whether she had
been giving out mercy pussy or was just being groomed for
Kingman's petting zoo. It sure looked that way, and her loving,
overly-affectionate parents were looking like two of the biggest
brown nosers on earth. Mr. Kingman looked like the biggest
pervert on earth, and the worst boss. How could any man expect
that of an employee, especially an American one as dedicated as
her father. Then again, one that dedicated could be counted on to
scratch seven oriental itches, and had every time they came to
town, setting up Snow White with the Seven Dwarfs. Kingman loved
seeing Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs played out in the home of
Craig White with Craig's sexy daughter on his lap being fondled
to orgasm.

Joann laid there after sex, being kissed and cuddled, but her
mind was on being bred and what that must be like. She had been
humped by rude and horny dogs before and didn't like it. She
found it terribly embarrassing and couldn't imagine cooperating,
but could imagine how and imagine the result. She could imagine
getting fucked by a dog like a dog, like a sexy bitch, but what
would that be like if the people who were bearing witness wanted
to see it and got off on seeing it. Would that make a difference,
and would that be embarrassing? If she liked it, got into it, and
had an orgasm, would that be as embarrassing as it was on
Kingman's lap? What would a standing ovation be like after doing
a perverted thing like that and doing it well, enthusiastically
and without inhibition.

Melody could tell that Joann wasn't into the kissing or cuddling,
that her mind was on something, so to help her think pleasant
thoughts, she decided more pussy eating was in order and began
kissing her way down Joann's front. This time, Joann couldn't
agree more and opened her legs wide on her own, clear indication
of where she wanted those kisses. This marked a first. Always in
the past, her legs had to be pried apart and held so that Melody
could do her lesbian lunch thing, but not this time. This time,
the sexy bitch yawned her sexy legs wide, then propped herself up
on two pillows to watch her mother suck cunt.

Craig and Melody didn't know what to make of this, but it was
clear that their daughter wanted or expected to get her cunt
sucked. That much was clear, so Melody went right to work giving
Joann what she wanted as Craig took a seat beside Joann and put
an arm around her to watch along with her, trying to get a feel
for what she was thinking while feeling her tits, which he
thought went well with a mother eating pussy. It did, and it
helped Joann realize that she wasn't a real bitch since she only
had two tits.

Joann still could not get over this, but didn't want to hear
more. She did and didn't. More could wait. What she needed was
time to adjust to the idea, and to the idea of being setup by
parents, especially the one eating her. That parent was a new
shock a day, becoming more and more like the other parent each
day. That she could condone bestiality was the biggest shocker.
Snow White just didn't seem the type, nor the type to love eating
pussy. She was the type that loves a good dwarf gang bang, and
Kingman knew a lot of dwarf-like men from the Far East.

She certainly was the type that loves pussy and had never once
given an indication that she was that type until she went down
one night not one week ago. After that, Joann didn't know quite
what to make of Mommy White. No one made her do that. She just
did it, but now did it in bright light without the slightest
embarrassment, as though she enjoyed being stared at while doing
it. For Joann, half the pleasure of getting it was seeing it,
mostly seeing her do it.

Joann gave her cherry to her horny daddy, but a number of people
- male, female, and male and female dogs - had licked it even
before her first pubic hair grew in. Joann couldn't count the
faces she had seen between her legs, only the muzzles - three
female muzzles, five male. Her girl friends had dogs, and letting
a dog lick was okay, cool, and felt great. Slumber parties were
good for that, and a good place to see a chick get screwed by a
dog. Somebody always did, but Joann never had, because Joann
never drew the bitch card. She was very lucky or very unlucky,
she wasn't sure. Some of those girls looked like they were having
a good time while pretended to be good sports, because it
wouldn't be cool to act like the winner. It was cool to be a good
sport about it, and very uncool to be too chicken to participate
in a bitch drawing.

Joann wondered how adults do it. She also wondered if her mother
ever went to a slumber party that held bitch drawings. Somehow,
she could not picture her mother being a good sport about drawing
a Joker, for the Joker was the bitch card. She couldn't picture
her mother having the guts to participate in a bitch drawing. She
was the type that would endure the teasing chicken taunts and
being ostracized for chickening out. She could do without slumber
party invitations if they were going to be that way.

Joann loved slumber parties and was still being invited, though
most girls stopped doing slumber parties after they started
dating - too busy for child's play. Joann was never too busy for
a good slumber party, but found dating boys to be a drag. All
they wanted to do was fuck so they'd have something to brag
about, and from all she had heard, they had nothing to brag
about. They were all so quick, it was over before the girl got
good and hot. Joann didn't need that frustration. She needed
foreplay, lots off it, and a long, slow screw with a good cuddle
afterward. Her father was real good about taking his time, and
her mother was perfect for fore and aft play - during play, too.
Together, they made an awesome sex partner, but that wasn't
anything she could brag about. Talk about uncool. That was way
uncool, but it sure looked great and felt greater.

No one ate pussy like her Mommy did, and eating pussy was another
popular slumber party activity. Again, losers had to do the
eating, and the Queen of Spades determined the slumber party
lesbian. The bigger and better parties used all four queens to
have four lesbians, and Joann was unlucky in those draws. Her mom
would say lucky, but Joann was no big fan of the cunt. Pussy
wasn't bad, she just wasn't crazy about cunts, and some girls
have cunts. A slumber lesbian eats them all. She'd much rather be
a winner. Being a lesbian sucked, and sucking cunt really sucked.
Her mom wasn't sucking on a big ole nasty, hairy cunt. She was
sucking on a pretty pussy with no hair on the lips, because she
shaved the hair off the lips.

Joann always thought her mom had a big ole nasty hair cunt
between her legs. The many times she saw it, her mother's cunt
was all black hair, a real rug. When Joann first joined them in
bed a little over a week ago, the hair was all gone, every hair,
a totally bald cunt that wasn't a cunt at all, just a big ole
juicy pussy. Joann had a strong desire to eat that pretty pussy,
but couldn't bring herself to do it even after her mother began
doing her. That was too weird, but the desire only grew stronger,
and the desire was never stronger then while watching her mother
suck pussy in the honeymoon suite of the Hong Kong Hilton.

Her mom had been fairly obvious about wanting the favor returned,
but would never force the issue. The most she would do was try to
lure the mouth between her legs by putting it close to Joann's
face while playing with it, close enough to smell it. She was
most obvious in the honeymoon suite where she got over Joann in
reverse for the fucking and straddled Joann's head. Licking would
have been a simple matter of reaching out with the tongue, but
Joann wasn't going for it even though her mother was licking them
while they fucked, which was very pleasant, a new and welcome
addition to their three-way love making.

Her mother clearly wanted that reciprocal tongue action, and she
deserved it, but Joann was a bit miffed after receiving that
bestial bomb. They should have discussed this. They were
certainly on intimate enough terms to discuss it, but dragging
her along without explanation was uncalled for considering how
good she was being to them. Hong Kong was not the place to bring
this shit up, and that was not the way to do it. Joann had every
right to be miffed and still was. Her mom needed to do a hell of
a lot more cunt sucking to make up for this, and do it with
nothing in return.

Her mom seemed to sense this, otherwise Joann would have a beaver
in her face begging attention. Joann expected this sort of
manipulating deception from her father, so she wasn't upset with
him. He was always like that - crude, manipulative, grabby, and
determined to have her sexually at any cost. She liked her dad
but didn't love him. He was a hard man to love, mostly because he
was always a hard man around her, always trying to impress her
with his dick. He had a nice dick, but it was a father's dick
that belonged in a mother's pussy, not in a daughter's mouth
after it had been in a mother's pussy. The fucker was a crude
asshole, and always had been, but he was likeable, did love her,
and being handsome helped. She saw him as a man, not as a father,
and as a crude and perpetually horny man who would stop at
nothing to get what he wanted. A girl can't love that, but can
grow to appreciate it like she can a horny dog with confused
mating habits.

Bestiality, at least of the canine variety, had secretly been a
part of Joann's life for many years. Most of her close
girlfriends had horny male dogs, and the closest who were openly
into it confessed to being winners when they were losers. Joann
accepted bestiality of the canine variety because she saw so much
of it. She came to see fucking dogs as a harmless boy substitute
that couldn't get a girl pregnant or tell anyone. She came close
to trying it herself, but never felt the urge that strongly and
was content to wait on a Joker, mostly because doing it that way
had a certain appeal over doing it in some girl's bedroom with
one girl watching, hoping no one would open a door on them, which
did happen and caused major scenes. There weren't many parents
who thought that was cool.

There was one, the mother of Gail Finney. Marge Finney thought it
was very cool and she urged Gail to mate with the family dog out
where family and guests could see. The Finneys were a large
family with lots of guests and several family dogs for Gail to
mate with openly in the nude. Gail preferred to do her mating in
private, or with just a close friend to bear witness, but her
mother would have none of that and seemed to be on a campaign to
expose Gail to the entire world. Anyone who entered their home
was treated to a performance by Gail. Joann felt for her, because
the whole school knew what Gail was, had seen it, or seen the
pictures. She was one bitch who couldn't hide. They all wanted to
hide.

Marge Finney was the woman responsible for bitch draws at slumber
parties. The Finney's hosted many of the slumber parties, and a
bitch draw was a must. The draws caught on and became a feature
of most slumber parties by the time the girls entered high
school. Gail wasn't the only bitch, but was the most notorious by
far. Bestiality of the canine variety was nothing new to Joann,
nor were public exhibitions of bestiality. The two seemed to go
together, and Joann couldn't see doing it except in a public
exhibition for people who were into seeing that perversion of
nature. It was something to see. Bestiality was a spectator
sport, not something one engages in for their own private
pleasure or shared with one close friend.

Joann wasn't shocked to find out that Mr. Kingman wanted this for
his dwarfs and distributors. On one level, she thought that was
pretty cool and could relate. He got himself two excellent
bitches, good looking American bitches. The foreign men had to
want that and had to be tired of oriental bitches. Joann could
imagine that, and see why he would put pressure on his number one
kiss-ass. His number one kiss-ass had the finest bitches, bar
none. He had to think of that eventually if he was into the
sport, but Joann never knew he was or knew much of anything about
the annual meetings that her father went off to so eagerly.

She only knew that Kingman was as horny as her dad, and just as
eager to jump her bones, since he was already jumping her
mother's bones, and had been since Joann was eight and saw them
being jumped in the kitchen of all places - standing up - taken
from behind in the behind. After that, seeing Kingman in her
mother's ass was as common as seeing Kingman with her mother. He
had a thing for her ass, and seemed to have a thing for being
caught there by anyone, but Joann especially.

Joann grew up knowing that her mother's ass was Kingman's ass.
Her mother was only embarrassed about it for the first couple of
years, ashamed for the first three, but resigned for the last
three. Joann was now so used to seeing Kingman's king-size cock
in her mother's white ass, that the sight hardly warranted
staring at, though she always did if only to please Kingman who
took great pleasure if she showed great interest, stood close,
and stared at the thick, manly cock going in and out of her
mother's pink and clinging asshole with a look like she wished
that were her tiny asshole being reamed by a cudgel.

Joann knew it was only a matter of time until it would be her
ass, and fucking her father was a way to get ready for that day
which seemed so immanent. Ass was the first thing she gave her
father, and for months, ass was all he got besides good blow
jobs. Ass was all she needed to get ready for Kingman, until she
saw him getting pussy one day and thought she had best get that
hole ready, too. The mercy pussy wasn't so much for her father as
for her. She gave mercy ass and mercy pussy because she needed
both, but long after both were ready for the king cock, Kingman
still hadn't made a move on either one. Joann was not just a tad
disappointed, since she was not only ready, but willing andable.

Joann took the news of being invited along on the Hong Kong thing
well because she figured Kingman would make his move there, take
her for himself, and share her with key people the entire week.
She pictured a week of nonstop sex with horny men or couples with
parents who eagerly lent her to that purpose and were getting her
ready for threesomes with Kingman couples. At least, that was the
fantasy she masturbated to or thought about while in training.
Learning that Kingman had other plans was, at first, a major
let-down.

The more she thought about it, the less a let-down it was. She
would probably still be Kingman's whore while also performing
with dogs on stage. The more she thought about it, the more she
came to see this as a much better scenario, certainly a much
kinkier scenario, and the thought that her mother might be used
in the same way, that the two might be put on stage together to
perform all manner of mother/daughter sex acts, as well as being
kept as Kingman whores, serving together, that was a scenario
Joann never considered.

The best part was, no one back home would ever know. They could
do anything and allow all the pictures they wanted, even video.
Nothing excited Joann more than seeing Gail perform before people
with cameras or video cameras, and there wasn't a fucking thing
she could do about it but offer the poses they wanted. Joann
often pictured herself in Gail's position, but didn't want any of
the pictures or videos to get into the hands of schoolmates. That
was awful, but posing for them wasn't. That was awfully exciting,
and Hong Kong was full of shutterbugs. Joann wondered how many
would be gathered around that stage, and how many would be taking
video and still close-ups - dozens - hundreds? There were no
small crowds in a crowded place like Hong Kong, especially after
the Red Chinese took over.

Joann was quickly warming to decadence and exhibition. The
parents could see and feel that. If she was still miffed, she
didn't act miffed. She came twice and fed her mother the cum as
though giving her a reward. Craig loved what he was seeing. This
was the daughter he was after. This was the daughter Kingman
wanted in Hong Kong. This was the daughter Craig wasn't sure he
could deliver and feared that he'd deliver one pissed off and
uncooperative bitch. She could be that. When she was that, you
couldn't touch her, and if you tried to get a wet sticky dick in
her mouth, you might get it bit. On the other hand, approached in
the right way when she was in the right mood, she could give one
hell of a sticky-dick blow job.

Right now, he could pull his sticky dick right out of Melody's
cunt and put it right in Joann's mouth and receive deep-throat
head to orgasm. To test his theory, he did that and received the
best deep-throat blowjob of his life. Melody watched that blowjob
and got all excited, because any girl that would suck a sticky
dick like that would gladly eat a sticky pussy, and Melody had a
very sticky one that needed eating, so when Craig pulled out,
Melody whipped around, threw a leg of Joann's head, and got into
a sixty-nine which became reciprocal - finally.

Now, they were ready for Kingman's stage, at least ready for the
mother/daughter lesbian action part. Melody knew Kingman had to
have that if nothing else. If that didn't go down, if mother and
daughter didn't go down, heads would roll, or one head would roll
- Craig's.

Craig took in the sight and knew his head was fine. If those two
weren't lesbians, they'd do until the lesbians arrived. Getting
them to fuck, or fucking anything else was Kingman's
responsibility. Craig did his part. He got them there in a party
mood, and that was all Kingman ordered. That was a tall order
considering Joann's tender years and disposition. Kingman never
saw Joann take more than a casual interest in sex, even his
impressive sex, though he never had much trouble getting her on
his lap, getting her clothes off, and making her cum.

She was easy, but always acted molested, put out, and offended.
Even with his cock in her mouth, his finger up her ass,
masturbating and cumming while devouring his copious load, she
never acted slutty like her mother did with her seven hung
dwarfs. He had to be impressed. She was like a slut, now, and
didn't get that way until arriving in the honeymoon suite.

Until seeing that single big bed, she was like a girl resigned to
being molested by both parents, but seeing that bed and
understanding what it meant coming from Kingman, it was like him
ordering her to be a good whore, and she was, responding to both
of them instantly and eagerly, which was one reason he saw no
reason why they couldn't tell her what she was there for. Coming
from Kingman, she took it quite well and now seemed eager to
please him in any way he required.

Craig saw no reason why he couldn't lay it all out for her. He
was dying to tell how bad it would be and how many would bear
witness and be taking pictures and video to take home. In telling
her, he was also telling Melody. Those bitches ate each other
silly. Nothing he said slowed them down, and everything seemed to
turn them on, though they found out they would be hauled from one
seedy club after another to be seen and filmed by thousands
fucking everything from monkeys to mutts, ponies to pythons -
and, of course, eels by the basketful. The sluts ate it up like
that was what they came for.

Kingman then came for them, or rather, had them sent for. The two
got dressed and followed the oriental lady to Kingman's penthouse
suite. Craig wasn't invited, and the lady wouldn't talk to them,
pretending not to know any English, though everyone else seemed
to know English and most spoke English with an English accent.
She was obviously a high-class hooker who was used to nudity and
women sixty-nining. She had seen it before and wasn't the least
surprised to see it again, though the performers didn't know
Craig had admitted someone, read the note she brought, then
informed the performers to wrap it up, they had company and a
place to go. That was a surprise - to the wet-faced, red-faced
performers.

Kingman was holding an informal meeting with his key execs and a
few distributors, ten men who formed the inner circle, three of
which were familiar faces from the home office in San Diego, but
the others had all been through and been out to the house to
sample Melody's ass - ass, mouth, pussy. For the past year, she
was Kingman's whore which was what Joann figured she'd be after
this trip, at least that was the fantasy because it sure looked
neat being a man's whore, especially a big man like Phil Kingman
who knew so many horny men who loved fucking a man's wife in his
own home in front of his daughter. They had to want to fuck his
daughter in his own home, too. That was always obvious, never
more obvious than when the whore and the daughter entered the
penthouse suite and stopped all conversation.

The grinning Oriental men gathered around as smiling Kingman
ordered the hooker to strip the sluts. She started with the
mother slut who was used to it, but it was the daughter slut they
were most eager to see stripped, or stripped again as most hadn't
seen her stripped. They were eager to find out if the mother
would object to the daughter being stripped, since she had in the
past, but she didn't say a word, nor did the daughter, which was
a bigger surprise to those who didn't know that the daughter
could now be stripped effortlessly. Those who knew kept it to
themselves to surprise those who didn't. Were they ever surprised
to see the mommy helping the hooker with the daughter apparently
fine with that, like she was used to being stripped naked for a
bunch of horny men stroking erections.

The biggest surprise was the mother getting down on her knees to
remove the daughter's panties, and after freeing her of them,
licking the girl's pussy the way a dog would, on all fours,
lapping the full crotch. The men were most amused, but the hooker
spoiled it by saying, "When I found these two, they were going at
each other like a pair of Peking widows on holiday."

What followed was a mother/daughter gang bang that lasted for
hours, leaving them drained and exhausted, sent back to the suite
with instructions to get ready to go out and party. When they got
back to the room, Craig was fucking the hooker. They wondered
where she went.

The two were in no mood to watch sex. They needed a hot shower
and took one together. While showering, they talked about what
they were in for, the words of Craig finally sinking in, and they
were no longer aroused out of their minds, just feeling out of
their minds for even being there. Melody had never taken on
eleven at once. Even with help, that was an eye-opening
experience. Phil with seven was the most Melody ever had to deal
with. They were even hornier in Hong Kong.

If Melody felt fucked, Joann felt doubly fucked because she was,
and she was hardly used to being fucked at all. Fucking her dad
didn't prepare her for any of those slanty-eyed dwarf dads. She
was hardly in the mood to party or be entertaining, but they knew
what was in store - bestial club hopping. They simply weren't up
to it and had to beg out. Craig simply had to break the news to
the boss. They waited until he was done and the hooker gone
before telling him, and he whined, but whining did no good. They
pushed him out the door, then locked him out with the
do-not-disturb sign hung on the handle.

Kingman unhung it and demanded the door be opened, but they
expected that. He came in barking orders, but got backed into a
corner by a bitch up on her hind legs, and surprise of surprises,
the bitch was the mommy bitch who had never once gotten up on her
hind legs with him. Joann was so proud. She joined in. Kingman
faced two who needed their rest or there would be no party, no
night, no way, no how, now get out and stay out! He got out and
stayed out, watched Melody firmly re-hang the sign, then slam the
door. He shook his head and went away shaking his head, wondering
what got into her.

Melody and Joann exchanged high-fives on the other side of the
door, then made for the rumpled bed, flopping on it, giddy and
giggling. On their backs, they turned to each other and smiled.
Melody said, "Fucking men, they think a woman can fuck all night
and still want more."

"No shit. Fucking takes a lot out of us."

Smiling wryly, Melody said, "Puts a lot in us, too."

"Yes, and one of us isn't on the pill. Have you thought about
that?"

"Yes, but it's too late to think about it, now. Besides, I don't
want to think about anything that makes me horny."

Joann looked to her mother with a knowing smile and said, "You
bitch! I knew it! You fucking perverted bitch!"

"Hey, I am your mother. Smile when you say that, or I'll stall
the abortion, too."

"Oh, great, so what do I have to do to get the abortion, be your
sex slave?"

"For starters."

"Mom, you are so perverted. I'm smiling, but you are, you know."

"I know, and it's high time you knew that me and Marge Finney
have become bosom buddies, and do you know what I like most about
Marge?"

"Please don't tell me you love the way she raises a daughter."

"Okay, I won't tell you."

"Mom, you have got to be shitting me. Do you know what she does
to that poor girl?"

"I know and fully approve. I wish I could do the same thing to my
daughter bitch, only my bitch would be a pregnant bitch while she
did those things."

"Well, you can't do the same thing to your daughter, so forget
it."

"You must want to stay pregnant."

"Mom, that's not fair."

"All's fair in love and war, sweetheart."

"That's cheating."

"I have to cheat. You won't cooperate."

"Damn right, I won't, - not back there. You're lucky I will
here."

"Here will get you pregnant."

"Good luck, but you missed the prime opportunity. Daddy might not
have missed it, though. If my period doesn't come this week, you
may get your wish, but you still won't get a bitch daughter to
play with."

"Enjoy your pregnancy."

"You better not leave me pregnant."

"OR?"

"OR...or I'll lose all respect for you."

"You lost all respect for me years ago. I'm used to it."

"That's true, but I still respect you as a person."

"Who needs that?"

"Not Daddy, that's for sure."

"Mommy, neither. I hate to tell you this, but I am as bad as he
is."

"You are getting that way."

"Yes, and with no regrets. [rolling to face Joann] I can honestly
say I have never enjoyed sex more than since involving you. Even
gang bangs are better with you. Now be honest, Joann, don't you
just love this. [fingering her pussy] And don't you just love the
way Mommy takes good care of this sexy pussy? And doesn't it turn
you on that I am keeping this sexy pussy of yours fertile and
vulnerable, doing all in my power to get it knocked up? You must
be aware of that, and it must turn you on, otherwise why would
you stop whining about protection or complaining when your daddy
cums in your fertile and unprotected pussy. Admit it. Turns you
on, doesn't it?"

"Turns you on, that's for sure."

"Does it turn you on to turn me on? I'll settle for that."

Joann rolled into her mother and inserted two fingers into her
mother to say, "Yes, it turns me on to turn you on that way, so I
decided to let you knock me up and let you decide whether or not
I get an abortion. If it'll turn you on, I won't whine about that
either."

Melody smiled big as she said, "That does turn me on, Joann, and
if you won't whine, you won't get one. I can assure you of that.
If you'll keep your mouth shut, I'll let you plump up like you
swallowed a ripe melon. I'll smile all the way into the delivery
room with you to video the delivery of your little bastard, which
I will be more than happy to raise for you if you let me get you
pregnant again. I want three by you, and there is time for three
before you leave the nest if you let me keep you barefoot and
pregnant."

"Fine, do that, but you ain't getting no bitch to play with."

"I could live without that, but you'll be one here."

"So will you."

"Yes, and I'm pretty excited about that, aren't you?"

"I am now - again."

"Have you ever done a dog? Marge thinks you have."

"She's wrong. Have you?"

"Several since befriending Marge. I've done all of hers and a few
others, eight in all, several times each - sucked, fucked, and
took some up the ass."

"I guess you liked it."

"What's not to like. Cock is cock, and this cock hungry bitch is
eager to try other animals. I'd like to fuck a zoo."

"You came to the right place. Sounds like they have a zoo waiting
for us."

"They do. I have been hearing about this place for years. We'll
be fucking monkeys, pigs, goats, ponies, ells, snakes, a kennel
full of mutts, and all caught on hundreds of cameras in living
color. Doesn't that bother you, all those cameras zoomed in on
your pussy with an animal cock in it, or worse, your pretty face
with an animal cock in your sucking mouth. Have you thought about
that?"

"Yes, a great deal, and I want them to get good close-ups."

"Like mother like daughter, then. If you want a good look at my
pussy, pull out a camera and hand me a razor."

Joann laughed and said, "Same here, only I won't pose for local
shutterbugs. I do dream about it, though, and I won't be at all
camera shy here. China can have all the pictures it wants."

"I feel the same way, only I feel that way at home, too. Marge
took a lot."

"Oh no, Mom, her pictures get all over."

"I knew that when I posed for them."

"Mom, everyone knows you, and they know who your daughter is."

"I'm well aware of that, Joann. Have you ever heard of guilt by
association?"

"Yes, and I get enough of that by associating with Gail."

"Why do you suppose you associate with a girl like that?"

"Because we're neighbors and I get to watch her fuck dogs and get
her picture taken, that's why, plus she throws the best slumber
parties and eats my pussy whenever I ask her to, and I like to
ask her to while a dog is fucking her. That makes her a good
friend, one worth associating with, though everyone thinks I'm as
bad as she is but won't let my picture be taken. You made it
worse, and I am so screwed."

"May as well get your picture taken."

"May as well, can't hurt, but I won't. They'll just have to
imagine it."

"You assume I won't be getting any pictures out of this trip, and
you assume I won't share them with my best friend."

"Mom, no, don't you dare! I'm serious!"

"Oh, relax. I probably wouldn't, but I like having that to hold
over you. I want my babies, and you might want to back out of
that deal after going barefoot for a while."

"You better get a lot of good ones, then, because I can see
growing weary of going about barefoot and feeling like my
mother's whore."

"Kingman's whore, or weren't you paying attention. This is
Kingman pussy. Welcome to the club."

"Yeah, well it's about time. Took him long enough."

"I made him wait until you turned sixteen. Happy birthday."

"So, you're the one to blame. And all this time I thought I
wasn't sexy enough."

"That's a crock. To look any sexier, you'd have to take off all
of your clothes and masturbate."

"Was I that obvious?"

"I'm afraid so, especially when you masturbate with no clothes
on."

"Yes, but I never masturbated or showed my pussy unless he made
me."

"But we knew you had one that was killing you. Stripping you and
making you masturbate was like forcing a dog to chase a
squirrel."

"Chase but not catch. If someone had put me out of my misery
years ago, you'd have your three bastards by now."

"Don't think I didn't think about that. I saw fertile pussy going
to waste."

"I saw a lot of pussy going to waste, you asshole whore."

"Smile when you say that."

"No, I wanted to see good pussy getting fucked."

"So did I, but a whore takes what she gets, and these men love
fucking a wife and mother in the ass if that will drive her to
masturbate in front of her daughter."

"That was effective."

"I thought so, but my ass sure took a beating."

"Shit, your ass sucks cock. The only thing that ever took a
beating was your damn pussy at your own hands. You are a fucking
asshole whore, and I knew that the first time I saw your ass take
a cock. If you will recall, I was only eight at the time. I stood
right there and watched your hungry asshole gobble up cock until
your slobbery cunt kissed his balls. I thought, Jesus Christ, my
mommy is a fucking slut and a big-time asshole whore."

Melody laughed, then said, "I sure was that day, and the fact
that you were standing right there getting an eyeful drove me on.
You watching has always driven me on. I might have told Kingman
where to stuff it years ago had he not been smart enough to pull
shit when you were present. He thinks he is hot shit and I am an
easy slut, but the truth is, you made me that way, and I have
only been that way to get you to think about me sexually. Joann,
I have had a powerful sexual crush on you since you were a little
girl, and I'm not sure you were aware until recently."

"I always wondered, but you're right, and I wasn't aware until
you went down on me. After that, it became obvious."

"Freaked you, didn't it?"

"Yes, very much. To be honest, I still am freaked, but now I'm
freaked by the crush I have on you and with finding out how
bisexual I am. Yours isn't the first pussy I have eaten, you
know. It is the first I got into so well."

"I could tell, and that was a dream come true, but what about the
rest? I worry that we are dragging you into decadence, and I feel
you dragging your feet at times. I won't do that, and no one can
make me do that. I can be pulled, and I can pull you for others.
I have three people pulling me right now - your father, Phil, and
Marge. I will tell them all to go piss up a rope if you don't
want to be pulled. I'm serious about that, Joann, and I need to
know how you really feel, not just about the things they want,
but about my wants as well - mine especially. I will go after my
own wants if I know you don't mind, but I will drop it and all
the rest if you do mind. I think I proved that just a while ago
when I could see that you weren't ready for the stage, and we are
not so pooped that we can't party. No jokes, Joann, tell me how
you feel. Above all, I need to know, what your wants and your
needs are."

Joann got serious, let go of her mother's crotch, rolled to her
back, stared at the ceiling, and thought. Melody stroked her
lower abdomen, and the choice of places to stroke wasn't lost on
the fertile daughter who might be pregnant. She was being stroked
lovingly over the womb buy a mother who could no longer bear
young and had always wanted a big family. Her desires were not a
perversion, but that perversion was a means to and end that she
felt terribly guilty about, mostly because she would do anything
to get that. The desire to be a mother some more was never
stronger in any woman, and she was a terrific mother who deserved
all the children she wanted to mother.

Joann felt the love and the desire in those soft, loving hands.
With it came a soft loving desire to give her loving mother all
the babies she wanted. Joann looked to the soft white hand, then
smiled warmly to her mother and said, "I hope you know, this is
undue influence."

Melody smiled sheepishly and innocently said, "Is it. I wasn't
aware I was doing that. I just thought you might be pregnant, and
I wanted to worship your womb. That's all."

Joann laughed, then looked at the worshipful, stroking hand, then
said, "Okay, you want a serious reply. [looking to her hopeful
mother] I seriously do want to bear you all the children you
want. I'll be honest and tell you that I am not looking forward
to it. Pregnancy does not turn me on, but I can think of no gift
I want to give or could give to fully express my love for you.
The womb is my gift. You are free to grow any baby you want in
that gift. We might haggle over the number, but I am fine with
three."

That brought tears to a mother's eyes that had to be wiped.
Melody wiped some, and Joann wiped some after rolling into her
mother's embrace. She gave her mother a nice kiss, then said, "As
for the decadence, I'm a big girl. I only take the decadence I
want. I do not drag my feet except for show. When I don't want
something, I put both feet flat down. I haven't done that in over
a year, but I will put both feet flat down if you try to be a
Marge Finney with me. Mom, that woman is a sick degenerate. She
is going to end up in jail the way she's going, jail or an
institution, and I am totally against this friendship, because
you'll end up there with her, and you can't be a mother from a
jail cell. You must stop seeing her, and you must get all of
those pictures and negatives back - if it's not too late. It
probably is knowing her."

Melody wiped more tears, then confessed, "Honey, I have never
said two words to that sick bitch, but I have heard what she does
and have seen some pictures. I wanted to shock you and see how
you reacted. I have never done a dog, but I think about it a
lot."

What a relief that was. Joann was back on her back with both
hands on her head, going, "Oh God, what a relief. You silly
bitch. You scared me half to death. [getting up on her side] Why
did you say that?"

"To see how far you'd go."

"Now, you know."

"And I am relieved. Joann, I don't care what you do here, but
back home, I want you same as always, only barefoot. I see no
reason why you can't be a whore for Phil like I am. He can keep
you barefoot, and I don't care what kind of babies I get. He can
bring dogs and cameras, because I know where all of those
pictures are going - overseas. He can come to us or we will go to
him, but it'll be like a short trip to Hong Kong. I can be the
kind of mother that he and Craig want, and you can do all the
foot-dragging you want. I don't mind dragging you just as long as
I know that dragging is what you are doing, and they do love the
way you drag feet and I pull. They much rather see a slut mother
dragging a nice girl along."

"I guess I blew it, then."

"Not really. You had a slut mother lapping your cunt like a dog
while eleven horny men got naked. Even a nice girl will turn slut
under those circumstances. All I did was prove that I could make
you turn slut, and that I was more than willing to do that. I
also told Phil that the slut needs her rest, and that if he wants
my help in the future, he had best let me manage the slut. He
knows he can't do that on his own. He has had years to try, and
the past few months to try without my objection. All he gets is a
good blow job from a nice girl who acts like she must, and must
swallow his load like she loves the stuff or he'll be insulted.
He is the boss and must never be insulted."

"Don't forget licking his cock and balls like I adore them so as
not to insult his manhood. I do that very well, don't youthink?"

"He does know you adore his manhood."

"He should. I have been worshipping his magnificent manhood for
years."

"You have with one hole, but a slut would with three, and did
today, but only because Mommy made her turn slut."

"You sure did, you nasty mommy, you."

"I know my daughter. You have to know how to deal with her, and
the key to getting her to turn slut is to stick a long tongue up
her pussy and wiggle it around real fast like a dying eel."

"Fucking frog-tongued bitch is going to get my young ass knocked
up."

"And he knows that. He knows he is fucking fertile pussy, and he
can hardly believe his good fortune. They all know it, and no one
can believe it. Mothers just don't do that, not even good whores
trying to kiss-up to the big boss. Your father can't even believe
it, though he knows what I'm up to. He can't believe you are
going along, but he is more than happy to help out as long as you
do."

"I noticed, and most fathers won't do that to a fertile
daughter."

"He's not like most fathers."

"Look whose talking."

"At least I'm not a foot-dragging slut."

"You can't drag you feet. Your feet are always in the air, as far
apart as you can get them."

"Are you calling me a slut?"

"If the high-heeled shoe fits."

"You are really asking for it, young lady."

"I thought I was really asking for it by the way I worship Phil's
cock and balls, but I guess you have to get on your back and
throw your legs out in the splits to get through to a man like
him."

"Works for me, but he'll still shove it up your ass. Although
that might work for you. He knows he can't get my pussy pregnant.
Given a choice between two barren holes, he always goes for the
tight one."

"You have a tight hole? Where?"

"Fuck you!"

"Is that any way for a mother to talk to a daughter?"

"No, but it'll make a foot-dragging slut cum."

"Ummm, it will if you keep that up."

"Wouldn't you rather have a mother's tongue doing this?"

"Oh yes! Lick me into submission, Mommy. No mommy licks a girl's
womb the way you do."

Getting into position, Melody said, "It's all in the tongue,
sweetheart, all in the tongue."

"Oh god, yes, lick me, you frog-tongued asshole whore! Eat that
cunt, you pony-sucking bitch, you! Oh, you pig-fucking slut! You
know you are, you queer bitch. Yeah, you love that pussy, don't
you...ummm, yummy daughter pussy. I'll feed your hungry,
child-molesting ass. You love daughter cum. I'll give you
daughter cum. I hope you choke on i...AHHHH...YES! Oh Mom, yes,
yes! Eat me! - Fuck! - Oh god! Eat it all up - Oh fuck,
yes!...Ummmm, yes, yes, yes.... Eat it you fucking lesbian slut,
eat it all. Drink and me merry, or should I say, gay....Oh, that
was a good one. Nice froggy."

After thoroughly cleaning out the dreamy-eyed slut, Melody rested
her wet chin on Joann's pubic mound to say, "Now, is that any way
to talk to your mother?"

Joann smiled warmly and said, "Nothing personal."

"No, not too personal."

"Well, I always wanted to say something while you did that."

"I can see you've been holding back."

"I didn't want to embarrass you, but we are alone, now."

"Well, speak freely, by all means."

"I did. You're not embarrassed, are you?"

Smiling, Melody climbed over Joann to get nose to nose and say,
"No, I'm not embarrassed. You say anything you like, anything
that makes it better, and I know that made it much better for
you."

"Sorry. Did you choke on it?"

"No, but you filled me. I swear, Joann, you are the wettest bitch
when you cum, but you have never been this wet. Christ, I thought
you pissed."

"Mom. I have a little confession to make."

"You bitch! You did piss. You pissed in my fucking mouth!"

"Yeah, but not much. Just a little to see if you'd drink it. Piss
is sterile, you know."

"Piss is also piss."

"Yeah, but it's daughter piss."

"It's still piss, and you have been pissing in my mouth all
along, haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU?"

"Yeah, but it was fresh piss."

Melody tried to keep up her insulted, outraged, and incensed
front, but fresh piss was her undoing. She laughed and couldn't
stop. Soon, they were both laughing hysterically, holding their
sides, rolling around on the bed. They'd laugh, look to each
other, then start up again. Melody knew she would never go down
on Joann again without getting some fresh piss, but a dozen girls
already knew that about Joann and wouldn't do her on a dare, but
there were some who had little or no self-esteem, like Gail
Finney, who took it as an honor and a privilege to serve a girl
like Joann as a personal piss pot.

Mother and daughter were having themselves a ball in Hong Kong
and hadn't left the hotel since arriving at noon. Now, it was
going on ten in the evening and the bright lights and throngs of
little people beckoned. Joann thought they should put on their
sluttiest slutwear with no underwear and take a long ride in a
rickshaw - what a riot!

It was quite a riot, and the Communist Chinese weren't too
thrilled about it. Mother and daughter were placed under arrest
for public indecency, tossed nude into a co-ed cell, and left
there with Oriental perverts, because they were in the sex crimes
holding cell awaiting disposition. They weren't lonely, but were
feeling lost and alone.

Phil Kingman got them out, but didn't know what happened to them
until noon the following day, and it took him most of the day and
half the night to affect their release. It also cost him a small
fortune to get all charges dropped and get them released without
a deportation order. The Communists were serious about cleaning
up Hong Kong and didn't need two Western sluts sullying the new
image and causing street riots. Kingman was a bit miffed,
especially since they were too pooped to party safely in private
clubs - dumb cunts.

They felt like dumb cunts wrapped in scratchy wool blankets
sitting in the back of a black limousine with a driver more
interested in his cargo than on his driving. Phil had to lower
the partition glass to smack him on the back of the head to save
lives and avoid further outlays of cash. Running over Chinese
with a Western Limo was highly frowned upon.

Melody felt awful, and had been through an awful ordeal. She was
dying to tell someone how awful, but Phil was in no mood to hear
about it. However awful it was, it wasn't awful enough, and he
had a good mind to take them both back there and let them stew
for a few days more. He'd do it, too.

He wasn't getting over it, and was getting madder and madder, so
Joann traded places with her mother to sit beside Phil. She
shrugged out of the blanket, got to her knees, and began doing
her penis worship. That always worked to put him in good spirits
in the past, and this time was no different, except this time,
after watching Joann worship, he watched her get up, straddle his
lap, and sink her wonder pussy down on his wonder worm, which was
a nice addition to penis worship. Phil became like a lamb getting
fucked in the back of a limo with dark tinted windows, watching
her ride that wonder pussy from the top of his wonder worm to
bottom like a girl who wanted to get pregnant.

Melody was very impressed, mostly that Joann could want another
dick, and she did look like she wanted another in size large. The
driver would agree with that. Everything was going so well until
they smashed into a fish cart, then toppled into the bay along
with the cart. The limo floated for a little bit, then went down
like a big, black brick in thirty feet of murky water, mostly
because the driver panicked, let his window down and dove out
letting water rush in. That was scary.

The limo settled nose angled down, creating a pocket of air in
the spacious passenger compartment. The water was up to their
knees but holding.  Phil turned on the interior lights, and that
helped, but the battery wouldn't last long in salt water. Phil, a
former Navy salvage diver, stayed cool and that helped the girls
stay cool. He knew they were in no danger as long as no one
panicked. He figured they were in approximately thirty feet of
water, and based that estimate on the amount of water that came
in. He calmly and quietly explained how they would all get out
through the open driver's window and go easy to the surface while
slowly letting air out of their lungs, explaining the need to do
that since the air they were breathing was compressed to twice
sea level pressure.

The girls received a quick course in free diving along with a few
jokes that weren't funny but did help ease the tension. The one
fact that wasn't funny was their situation, for both girls would
be going up with no blanket into a curious throng that would
probably feature curious Chinese Communist Police who were all
too familiar with the two Yankee sluts. They wouldn't be at all
surprised, but Phil said he could cover it, that is was just
money. At least he'd know where they were, and it shouldn't take
so long this time. Small comfort to the girls who were on their
way back to Hell, but had to rise through thirty feet of water to
get there, and if you need to rise to get to Hell, you know you
are in a bad place.

That was one of Phil's jokes that wasn't funny, but might be
years letter when he told it. Of course, if he told it, everyone
would laugh just because he told a joke. Phil had so much money
and power that he had no way of knowing what jokes were funny and
what stories were actually amusing, but the truly funny thing
about this was him wanting to finish the fuck before making a
break for the surface. Typical swabbie, typical Texan, and
typical rich American pervert, but the little half-naked brown
boy who dove down and popped into the cabin wasn't a typical
Chinese boy.

Sun Fong Wee, you can call me Sonny, took in the sight of two
naked American chicks with one fucking a big American man, grew
big almond eyes, and cried in perfect American English,
"Fuckin'-A, Americans! I knew it had to be Americans fucking in
the back of a Caddy Limo. Your driver ratted on you. I never
thought you'd still be fucking. You guys must be from California,
huh?"

Phil said, "Texas. Ain't no queers in here. Say, kid, how far
down are we?"

"Not far. Your trunk is right under the surface. The driver's
window is about six feet, maybe ten feet down, but you're on the
bottom, at least, the front is. Wow, lady, you got great tits."

Melody smiled and said, "Thank you. Where did you learn to speak
English so well?"

"ENGLISH! I don't speak English. I speak American, can't you
tell?"

"That was what I meant. Everyone else here speaks English with an
English accent."

"Not the Reds, and the place is crawling with them, now. I
learned from American movies. You look like Snow White. Can I see
your pussy?"

Phil said, "Show him an All American beaver, Snow White. Pretend
he's a dwarf. Hell, give the boy some pussy. We have plenty of
time."

Melody started to protest, but Sonny was over the seat and
slipping out of his shorts, ready to knock off a piece, so eager
and so ready that she didn't have the heart to keep her legs
closed against his outward pull. He parted them, got in the
saddle, and was off to the races fucking Snow White like a dwarf
in a big hurry. Phil commented, "Slow down, Sonny Boy, you are
using up all the oxygen."

Huffing and puffing, but not slowing down, Sonny said, "Yeah, but
this is my first American pussy. Man, this is great pussy - real
American pussy."

Phil said, "Be careful or you might fall in."

Melody quickly warmed to the frenzied assault, and to the bizarre
circumstance, and when Phil made that crack, she felt giddy
enough to crack back, "Fuck you, Phil."

Phil acted shocked and said, "You must like those Chinesejails."

While lifting and spreading her legs wider, she looked to Phil
and said, "Please accept my most humble apology, Sir."

"Yeah, I thought you'd change your tune....The boy ain't a bad
ride, is he?"

"There is a lot to be said for energy and enthusiasm. I wouldn't
mind taking this one home with me. Joann needs a kid brother."

Joann, who was observing all this while Phil held her firmly by
the hips and used her body to jackoff with, said, "Boy, I'll say.
Go Sonny."

Sonny looked to Joann and said, "Thanks, Sis. Fuck, you're
beautiful. [looking to Melody] You can, you know - take me back
with you. I'm an orphan. I sure would be a good son. I'll do
anything to get out of here, anything, and if it's fucking you
want, I'll be a pest."

Melody looked to Phil who said, "He's right. If you want him,
he's yours, my treat."

Melody looked to Joann who excitedly said, "Let's do, Mom! I do
need a kid brother. I want Sonny."

Sonny stopped fucking and laid over his mommy, hugging her
tightly, going, "Oh Please! Please take me! I'll be so good, and
love you forever, and call you Mom, and everything! Please!
Please! Please take me with you!"

Melody held him and stroked his head as he began nursing on her
like a baby, and that became her baby as surely as if she had
just given birth to him. Phil and Joann could see that. Sonny was
a smart boy to stop fucking and start nursing. The kid had good
survival instincts - Hong Kong street smarts. They could use some
of that."

Melody looked to Phil and said, "I want him, Phil. You get me
this boy and you can have my girl, have in the Biblical sense.
I'll keep her for you, but you can have her whenever you please.
Deal?"

"Sounds like a deal."

"Is there any way to avoid another stay in jail? We can't go back
there, Phil. We can't."

Sonny raised up and said, "You don't have to if you can swim
under water for a little way. Just get under the car, follow it
back, surface under the dock, then follow me, but we better go
before the divers get here or somebody else dives down."

Melody said, "We can swim as far as we have to. Lead the way.
I'll follow you. Joann, you stay with me. Phil, see that she
doesn't get lost."

"I'll keep her on my dick. Go on. We'll be right behind you."

The four surfaced silently under a bayside wharf filled with the
curious, but no one was wise to them being there, and from there
they dog-paddled for several hundred yards, through some of the
nastiest water imaginable, but they arrived at a culvert that
they could stand up and walk in, which eventually led to an alley
they could emerge into, then straight into a warehouse filled
with, of all things, women's clothing guarded by a vicious dog
that knew and loved Sonny and wanted to fuck his mommy.

Now, they knew why they passed one suitable culvert to enter a
second one. Smart kid, and the bright boy said, "You better let
him fuck you or Killer might bite."

Phil grew a big smile and said, "I knew there was something I
liked about this boy. You heard him, Snow White. Make like a
bitch before Killer bites someone."

That happy dog with a wagging tail wasn't about to bite anyone,
but he knew good pussy when he licked one. Now was as good a time
and place as any to try a dog, and her son obviously wanted to
see his mommy get fucked by a dog, so Melody made like a bitch
and let the excited boy help by guiding the dick in. That was all
the help Killer needed if he even needed that, and if his name
was really Killer. Lover was more like it, and he fucked the way
Sonny did, which Joann thoroughly enjoyed while clinging to her
new daddy with one hand stroking a dick that still needed tocum.

She watched for a while, then got on her knees to take care of
that dick in tried and true fashion. Sonny saw that and thought
now would be a good time to try his sister's ass. He hadn't cum,
either. Joann thought another vicious dog came along, but it was
just Sonny being friendly. The kid could flat fuck a sister's
ass. She soon had semen squirting into her body at both ends,
reminding her of jail, which she found rather interesting and
wondered why her mother didn't want to go back to finish fucking
the rest of the police force. They missed the afternoon shift
altogether.

The day and night shift was enough for Melody, but the dog was
something special. The big mutt felt decadent, about as decadent
as she thought having sexual intercourse with an animal would be.
Looked that way, too. The Disney people would not like seeing
that, but maybe they would. You never know. Anyone who wouldn't
like to see Snow White get fucked by a mutt has to be a sexually
up-tight prude. There weren't many of those in Hong Kong, and the
warehouse man wasn't.

He got some pussy off Joann after Sonny pulled out of her ass, so
he was happy and helped pick out dresses they could steal. Phil
gave him a hundred-dollar bill so they could steal two ten-dollar
dresses. The dresses were cheap peasant dresses, but the girls
looked dressed. Peasant dresses were better than wool blankets.
In them, they made it back to the room, now with Sonny to share
one big bed when the floor of a warehouse was what he was used
to. He had heard about beds and seen them in the movies, but had
never jumped on one, or done flips, or fallen off onto his ass
because silk sheets are slippery. They had themselves a diving
monkey but couldn't be happier, and you never saw a happier
orphan as the one being comforted by two hot looking American
chicks who treated him like family.

Sonny not only had a mother who looked strikingly like Snow
White, he had a sister who looked strikingly like all those girls
who rollerblade around California wearing only a thong bikini and
a Walkman headset, swaying and gliding to the music, and the two
were two of the biggest sluts he'd ever met with round eyes. In
fact, he had never met any that would screw dogs, but had heard
there were plenty who would screw anything in the zoo clubs.
Getting into a zoo club was a goal he had yet to accomplish.
Their security was impossible to penetrate, but the big Texan
said he would be coming along.

Sonny was so excited he could hardly stand it. He stayed hard and
kept a hardon in one or the other, having six American holes at
his disposal. He was, indeed, a pest, but a most welcome pest.
The girls were as excited and horny as he was. They had
themselves a randy monkey, and the randy monkeys were reputed to
me the major draw. Some women wouldn't do the dogs and ponies,
but few would or could turn down the roaming randy monkeys who
simply don't take no, or no thank you, or please don't. Sounded
like fun.

It was fun, the most fun those girls ever had with no clothes on,
and they did it all, on stage in bright lights, one club after
the other from ten in the evening until the sun came up, and they
were exhausted.

They were out club hopping every night, sleeping all day, eday
after day until it was time to leave. When it was time, Phil had
all the papers they needed to legally take Sonny with them, even
adoption papers and immigration sponsorship. It was a done deal,
and Craig wasn't consulted. He was informed, and Craig hated that
horny little gook brat who called him daddy and fucked his wife
and daughter even while they slept. They were spoiling that kid
rotten.

On returning to the States, Craig was slowly but surely squeezed
out until divorce made it official. He was informed of that, too,
then invited to the wedding to be Phil's best man, not as a great
honor, but to be the ultimate humiliation and test of company
loyalty. Craig showed how big a brown-nosing kiss-ass he was.
Right after the wedding, he was fired, because Phil can't stand a
kiss-ass or a yes man unless he has good pussy. Craig didn't have
any anymore. Craig had nothing but pictures, tons and tons of
pictures, which he sold for tons and tons of money, causing his
former wife and daughter no end of embarrassment.

Fortunately, Joann no longer lived in that school district or
neighborhood. Joann, in fact, was no longer in public school. She
and Sonny had private tutors. Sonny's was gorgeous. He taught her
a few things, like never turn you back on Killer.

Four people were never more suited to each other. Phil and Sonny
grew tight, like father and son, and he had a keen nose for the
import export business. They formed and awesome partnership, a
dream team, and they were a dream team in the sack, too,
especially when Killer jumped onto the bed.

Snow White still took care of her seven dwarfs, but also took
care of vendors and distributors, their wives, mistresses, and
their pets, but so did Joann, and she became barefoot and
remained that way for three years and four babies. Mommy was
finally satisfied, and these were real babies who weren't
interested in fucking her while nursing.

Hong Kong was no longer the place to meet each year, mostly
because the boss' wife refused to ever return. They switched to
Singapore where things were nasty but the cops weren't. All in
all, they lived the good life. Craig moved to Hong Kong, was
promptly arrested and thrown in jail, moved to a slave labor camp
in mainland China, making dildos to be sold on the Singapore
market. Oddly, a dildo he had a hand in creating wound up with
Joann's hand on it. Small world.

The Disney people did end up with a video titled Snow White and
the Seven Dogs. We're not sure what they thought of that, but
shortly after, the board considered the possibility of a Disney
Adult Theme park in Singapore and commissioned a feasibility
study. I guess they liked it. Look for the park to open in the
Spring of 2004 and be called Wonderland, featuring hundreds of
roaming randy monkeys to make waiting in long lines more
enjoyable.

No shit!

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