Betty never knew people so openly sexual, playfully
crude, even raunchy. Sex was all they had in common,
all they talked about, their only interest, and seemed
to be all they did. Betty knew right away that they
were all screwing each other. Even the women were
screwing each other.
Before she saw any of that, they seemed that way. Rob
never did say what they were. In fact, all Rob ever did
say was loosen up, relax, let your hair down, wear
something sexier, show more tit, lose the panties,
shave the pussy, give it some air, let it show.
This was not the type of marriage Betty envisioned when
she agreed to marry Rob. He was never that way before
they married. Betty never would have exposed her three
kids to a marriage like that, or let them see a mom
like that, but once in one like that, what was she to
do, chalk up yet another failed marriage.
Third time was supposed to be the charm, and she
finally landed a rich guy. People would think she must
be the problem. Her kids might think that. Betty could
not let them think that, because that was not the
truth. She never cheated, they did, and the last one
cheated with a daughter, adding insult to injury by
committing the sin of sins, incest.
At least he didn’t force himself on her. It was just
cheating, that’s all. In her second marriage, the one
that produced the two girls, Betty promised herself
that she would not make cheating such a major issue,
and didn’t until he began cheating with their youngest
daughter and wouldn’t stop. The girl was only eleven at
the time. Her willingness to cheat meant nothing to
Betty. Incest was the issue. That issue trashed husband
number two, but he was damn lucky he didn’t end up
divorced and in jail.
Betty trashed two otherwise good marriages because of
cheating spouses only to marry a third that made the
other two look like monks. Rob cheated on the
honeymoon, three times with three different bimbos. One
was a whore that he paid for. That was before she
arrived in Phoenix and met his friends. She knew right
away he had been fucking all of those women, and went
right back to doing that. On any given day, he kept
slipping away.
After slipping away all day, he’d be too tired to make
love that night, if she even saw him that night. His
dick always reeked of pussy. The man didn’t even have
the decency to wash after being with another woman.
He’d take it out of one and put it right in her mouth.
Often times, his dick was still wet or sticky.
He got some sort of cheap thrill out of putting a wet
dick in her mouth. Betty gave him his thrill, having
again resolved not to make cheating an issue. She
finally came to accept cheating as a way of life for
manly type men, the only kind she felt any attraction
for, but Rob tested a woman’s limits on a daily basis.
She also came to accept that Rob went shopping for a
trophy wife that would impress a group of seasoned
swingers, a WOW wife, a classy lady built like a brick
outhouse. Betty wowed them, but they sure didn’t wow
her unless they did something so totally unexpected or
shocking that she would go “wow” before thinking.
After thinking, she’d go, “Jesus Christ, how did I ever
get in this mess?”
Betty gradually got used to the taste of other women
and came to view that taste as a flavor, not a stench.
Most were very clean. Even the whore was an expensive
whore. That helped. One day, she’d get a Mackerel
flavored dick in her mouth and that would be the true
test. Slightly fishy was okay, but Mackerel… no way.
Maybe no way. She was no longer sure what she could
take or what she might do. After sharing a whore with
her husband on her honeymoon, Betty wasn’t sure
anymore, not after doing what she did with that whore –
and loving it.
Trying to fit in with swinger types was the hard part.
Betty had never had a desire to screw other men. She
had no desire to screw other women. She had no desire
to screw, period. Making love with a man she loved was
her thing. Rob was a great love maker until after the
wedding. Then, he became a fucker, and a rare fucker at
that. Betty got to the point where she would welcome a
fucking, but would end up masturbating, which she
didn’t care to do if she had a wedding ring on her
finger. She never had to before, not when she was
married. Between marriages, sure.
Betty just wasn’t “into” this swinging thing, but like
it or not, she was in it. Like it or not, those people
were their friends. Those people came and went at all
hours, day and night, never knocked, and were indecent,
lewd, crude, socially unacceptable, and her kids were
exposed to all of that – like it or not.
Their home was Rob’s pad, and Rob’s pad was some sort
of swinger central. Rob’s pad was a luxurious,
spacious, full-featured swing pad, but it wasn’t a home
for a family. Kids slept in rooms that swingers were
used to fucking in. The rooms had no locks, the people
didn’t knock, and kids sometimes found themselves in a
crowded king-size bed, involved in a threesome they
didn’t agree to.
That was the toughest part of being Rob’s wife. Her
kids lived a bizarre life and saw a bizarre new mom.
She dressed differently, acted differently, flirted,
got felt up, smiled when she got felt up, flirted with
women, kissed with women, made out with women, went to
bed with women, danced dirty with all kinds of men, got
screwed while dancing, went to bed with all kinds of
men, drank too much, showed her tits, showed her ass,
and showed her bald pussy at times with no panties on.
That was not their mom, but that was Rob’s wife.
As days turned to weeks and four made a month, Betty
slowly but surely became the trophy wife Rob wanted.
Anyone could fuck her in any hole and didn’t always
need privacy to do it.
With enough drugs or alcohol in her system, anywhere
was fine. She didn’t like to get too wasted, but could
not stand being stone sober. She found a level where
she could be Rob’s wife and be lucid. She tried to
hover there. For a mother who never drank, smoked, or
used off-color language, an excessively modest mother
who was always stone sober and in full control, buzzed
and topless was bizarre.
Betty was tame and decent, even a prude compared to
other women they saw. Their mom was without doubt a
classy lady – the prettiest, the sexiest, the hostess
with the mostest. Everyone treated her with respect,
even while fucking her in the ass. No one ever took all
of her clothes off, and she wouldn’t, not all. The kids
saw naked women, women masturbating, naked women
getting screwed, and naked women making love to other
naked women. Bare breasts were as common as bare feet.
The sight of pussy wasn’t that rare. No one wore
panties or bras. Beavers were in season. Some had rings
and tattoos. Most were shaved. Adorned and decorated
vaginas were the rage.
The men were like Rob: handsome, virile, successful,
cool, sophisticated, hung, cocky, bold, playboy types,
and generally not as crude as the women they brought. A
nice word for the women who weren’t wives was slut or
prostitute. Some were whores and fucking sluts. Some
were fucking animals – literally. They fucked animals
and were proud of that. Tattoos or jewelry proclaimed
them bitches, and they all wore dog collars.
Betty could not agree more. Why anyone would bring one
into a person’s home where there were kids was just
beyond her, but they did, with their animals, and they
did their thing like animals, even with kids looking
on. A bitch was an animal. You simply had to view them
that way, treat them that way, and they don’t mind
because they know they’re bitches.
Bill, her oldest boy at sixteen was amused by most of
it, and he was a big fan of bare breasts and vaginas.
He was a bit uncomfortable about his mother showing her
bare breasts or her vagina, though hers were among the
very best in a crowd of built babes.
He looked down on some things but pretty much found
most everything interesting. He never did mind being a
part of any threesome, especially if two chicks climbed
into bed with him. The chicks loved him, raved about
him, and made him out to be quite a stud. Bill adjusted
to this bizarre new world very easily. He just wished
his mom wasn’t in it.
Sarah, at fourteen, went into shock and never
recovered. Everything shocked her and she never grew
numb. Betty didn’t know what she would do with Sarah.
Shipping her off to her father was an option, but her
father didn’t want her because she wouldn’t put out.
She would just eat his groceries and cramp his style.
Sarah needed to toughen up, lighten up, and loosen up.
Betty often wished someone would rape her well. What
that girl needed was a good raunchy fucking that
produced orgasms. One good orgasm might just do the
trick for her, but if anyone climbed into her bed, she
was up and out before they settled. Sarah slept fully
dressed with one eye open.
Katy, at thirteen, was the opposite of Sarah. Anything
sexual interested her. The bitches were her favorite.
She loved male attention and female attention. Katy
loved attention, period. If a dog came up, she’d let
him lick what he wanted to lick just to get attention.
She loved being naked. Katy was a problem because she
loved this new life and new mom too much.
As for threesomes, if the number of times Sarah got
bumped from her room was any indication, Katy had been
involved in roughly fifty in the first month. What she
did in those threesomes, foursomes, or moresomes, Betty
didn’t want to know, but knowing Katy, anything. Betty
needed to get that girl on the pill, but Rob said not
to worry, abortions were cheap and fertile pussy was a
treat.
That was the type man she married, but when he told her
that, she was the type wife to shrug it off and forget
about birth control. It was that, or go to war on a
hundred fronts, or divorce a rich guy and the opulence
that came with him. Betty had no fight in her and
divorce was still no option, so she kept plugging away
at trying to adjust to being Rob’s trophy wife, living
his life, and simply hoping for the best where her kids
were concerned.
Kids were always Betty’s chief concern. What they
thought of her used to be the biggest concern, but that
concern eroded at the rate of one witnessed
indiscretion after another until there wasn’t much of
the old mom left to defend, or hide. She had the small
consolation of being not as bad as the rest, or best of
the worst, or the lady of the tramps.
They may have thought of her as the slut who kept some
of her clothes on, or the lesbian who only liked making
out with chicks, or the bitch who only wanted her pussy
licked by a dog, or the topless waitress who let people
draw on her tits.
At first, Bill had a real problem with each and every
indiscretion. Each step down from the lofty pedestal
she had been on was like a knee in the groin. He
eventually grew accustomed to seeing her at his level,
then became at ease, then grew to like here there
better. He could admire her openly and make comments
about her tit drawings, clean them off, and put others
on.
He could tell her she needed to show more ass. He told
her that her pussy was the sexiest he’d seen, though
she only shaved and didn’t adorn or decorate. Her pussy
didn’t need anything except opening up. He loved
sitting beside her whenever she made out with a chick
and would draw a dog’s attention to her pussy.
Betty didn’t appreciate him doing that but never said
anything, and him being beside her never bothered her
when she made love with a chick. That was rather
pleasant because he liked massaging her legs. Lying in
the arms of a woman with her bare legs in her son’s lap
was novel enough to add another dimension to making out
with a female that made that more enjoyable than just
simply enjoyable. He also took vaginal liberties when
her partner wasn’t taking them, but Betty got used to
that. Thanks to Bill, her pussy never went wanting for
attention.
She never got used to being licked by a dog, mostly
because of the obscene exposure that entailed. One leg
would get pushed to the floor, the other pulled to his
chest, and the skirt would get pushed up to the waist
area. Betty didn’t mind showing pussy, but never could
get used to showing a beaver, showing pink as Rob liked
to say. Bill loved the pink parts. He loved opening the
pussy. Rob ordered Betty to allow Bill to do as he
pleased. To help overcome vaginal shyness, she did
allow him. That did help some.
The licking was always very pleasant, so that helped a
great deal, but then he’d pull her lips open and make
an obscene act into something terribly vulgar. That
also made the licking feel better, and he was good
about not doing that with a crowd of gawkers looking
on. More than five onlookers was a crowd. There were
times she wanted her lips opened up and was glad he was
there because a classy lady wouldn’t do that to
herself.
Betty grew to enjoy the level of intimacy they shared
as friends instead of the strict mother and son
relationship they once had. There was little of that
left, and they certainly weren’t lovers. ‘Intimate
friends’ was the best term. They were close friends and
quite intimate, at least he with her. He could touch
anything and do anything, being quite familiar with her
body, and he knew not to bring his dick into the
picture, though he would take it out and play with it
when there weren’t many people around. He did get cum
on her body, but he always wiped it off or rubbed it
in. If any got on her pussy, he rubbed it in, but
abortions were cheap and fertile pussy was a treat.
Betty really didn’t care. There were times she wanted
him to put the head in and jack off. One day he would
and she knew she’d lie there and watch. There were
times she wondered how good he’d be in the sack. He
always got rave reviews, a real dynamo with a pile-
driving ass. Betty liked those and Bill did have a nice
dick, hardly what one would call hung, but he had a
good dick if he put it to good use as he seemed to.
Betty assumed he had a hang-up about being a mother
fucker, and she wasn’t about to help him over that, but
if he ever got over that on his own, he would find a
mother who had no such hang-up. There was absolutely no
incest taboo at Rob’s pad. Rob made that perfectly
clear.
Sarah saw a great deal of the sexual interaction
between mother and son, and clearly did not approve.
Putting Sarah out of her mind was never easy. In
Sarah’s eyes, she stepped off the pedestal, fell into a
sewer, then languished there without a care. The best
way Sarah had of demonstrating that fact was by petting
the dog that licked her mother’s pussy. That was
unnerving to say the least, but Betty suffered through.
After one month, Sarah hadn’t changed one bit as
everything got worse and worse. Her old world and
former life was no longer. Her own family seemed alien,
and she now knew her father didn’t want her and she
knew why, because Betty told her why. She didn’t tell
her to be mean or cruel. Sarah needed to know the
truth. Her father was a twenty-four-carot asshole.
The sooner she stopped thinking about that option, the
sooner she might embrace a life of sensual pleasure.
More and more, Betty came to see Rob’s life that way.
It was only bad when you fight it. The life offered
orgasms aplenty, and countless just plain feel-goods.
Sex had many variations, endless possibilities,
thrills, chills, sharing, caring, love, and affection.
Fucking was good, and women were great for making love.
Katy was the first to get into the full swing of
swinging and living for sensual pleasures. She went too
fast for Betty. Even after Betty had a month to try to
catch up, Katy was still too fast and far ahead. All
the guys were fucking her and all the women had had
her. Her asshole and pussy always looked freshly used,
and she usually reeked of pussy. She was terribly fond
of the dogs, and they were terribly fond of her.
Sarah would pet a mother-licking dog, but Katy would
suck on one. Betty had not yet seen her getting screwed
by a dog, but knew she did. Everybody said she was a
terrific little bitch. Even Bill said she was. Sarah
would have nothing more to do with her slut sister.
Seemed like everyone had seen it except Betty, and
Betty was getting to where she wanted to see it. She
was at least prepared to watch it and not stop it.
Couldn’t be worse than watching her suck one off and
wipe her chin with a back-hand swipe.
Sarah was the one Betty most wanted to see get fucked
by a dog. Sarah needed something that strong and
degrading to bring her down to earthy earth. Betty was
also under a great deal of pressure to get Sarah to
loosen up, lighten up, and get with the program.
The bitch was just too damn sexy to let go to waste. If
Betty was the trophy wife, Sarah was the trophy
daughter. That was one fertile pussy he wanted knocked
up, and he insisted that Betty personally see to it.
Betty got the impression that Sarah would not be
getting an abortion but didn’t want to ask. Sarah would
look awfully cute pregnant, and in that place, that was
enough reason to let her stay that way.
That was a tough order to give to a mom, though Betty
hardly felt like a mom anymore. She hardly felt like a
wife, either. Rob did as he pleased, barked orders, and
she followed orders. The life was easy and good, but
some orders were tough. Fortunately, she only had one
problem child. The other two were an asset. One was a
true joy and great with legs and pussy.
Not long after receiving that order, Betty and her best
friend, Bill, were alone on a love seat in a quiet
alcove with her legs in his lap. This would be a great
time to get a dog involved and open up the lips, but
none were around. They both kept an eye out. Bill had
her in the position for a dog – one leg down, one leg
up and folded against his chest, pussy fully exposed.
He had her butt perched on his hip and had his dick in
one hand.
The other toyed with the pussy. He had her prepared for
a dog or a good creaming of the pussy. He could angle
his dick down and touch every part of her pussy, but
hadn’t done that, yet. So far, there had been no
genital to genital contact. They seemed poised for it,
or he might be thinking of an attempt at insertion.
They rarely enjoyed this much privacy with little
prospect of being disturbed.
Betty watched him fondle the genitals, but her thoughts
were mostly on Sarah. Betty didn’t really care what
Bill did with his dick and hoped she conveyed that
attitude so as not to inhibit him in any way. She
didn’t want to invite penetration, but didn’t want to
discourage it. She wanted him to feel free to do as he
pleased. He seemed comfortable.
He used the fingers of one hand to open the lips to
view the interior, which he often did. He loved to
marvel at the hole he came into the world through, and
often told her that she had a gorgeous cunt hole. He
liked using the term, cunt. More than that, he like
hearing her use it. He still had the taste of soap in
his mouth. After some study, he said, “Have you been
fucked today?”
“Can’t you tell?”
“Usually, but not today. If you did, you got a little
guy. Your cunt hole looks fresh but it looks a little
raw, too.”
“You probably made it raw. I feel like I have been
fucked by ten little guys. No, to answer your question,
I have not been fucked today. Have you?”
“No.”
“Slow day. We can’t even get the dogs to come out and
play.”
“Yeah, I was hoping one would come along. Your cunt
could use a good licking.”
“Well, you’re the expert when it comes to my cunt. You
always seem to know when my cunt needs a good dog
licking. I always defer to your judgment.”
“Damn right. I take good care of this cunt. This is my
mommy’s cunt.”
“You do take very good care of your mommy’s cunt.
You’ll never hear me complain. What are you whipping up
now, some sort of ball balm or sperm cocktail?”
“Could be. Is your cunt feeling thirsty?”
“Should be. It hasn’t had a drink all day. Gotta get my
vitamin S.”
“I can fix that.”
“I’m sure you can. Your balls look bloated.”
That was all it took for him to angle his dick to the
hole and push the head in. He looked to see how she
took that and saw that she took it well, so he began
pumping with his fist as he said, “Got the nozzel in.
You’ll be drinking, soon.”
“Fill ‘er up.”
Betty watched in silence for a while. Bill was in no
hurry. He was enjoying this penetration being so easily
and casually accepted. Silence was golden, but she
broke the silence to say, “I have to get Sarah
pregnant. Rob’s orders.”
He thought about that, then said, “Does he know you’re
a girl?”
She laughed and said, “I often wonder….So…what do
you think about that?”
“Well, she needs to get fucked.”
“That would be a good way to get her pregnant.”
“Or someone could stick the head of a dick in and
jackoff.”
“Yes, that will work, too. Nothing like a good dose of
vitamin S in a fertile cunt.”
“Is your cunt fertile?”
“Of course. I told you his motto. Abortions are cheap,
fertile pussy is a treat. Didn’t you think that would
apply to me, too.”
“Knowing your views on abortion, I didn’t think you
would let that apply to you.”
“I have changed my views on a lot of things, including
incest.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
“You should be. In most states, what you are doing is
considered incest.”
“I think Arizona allows a boy to insert up to half of
his dick in his mother’s cunt before they consider that
incest. Even then, it’s just a misdemeanor – small fine
– community service. Basically, they just slap the
mother fucker on the wrist.”
“What do the mothers get?”
“They get their asses slapped.”
“Ohhh, I do love the way they do things in Arizona. I
wouldn’t worry about getting your wrist slapped. I
think you are well within legal limits. Getting back to
Sarah. You know her better than I do. I need to get her
fucked and get her fucking. She needs to get with the
program.”
“That’ll be tough. She wants no part of the program.”
“I can’t put her out on the street, and she can’t stay
here the way she is. Somehow, we have to get through to
her. I was thinking a mutt might do it.”
“Forget that. She’ll freak. If you want my honest
opinion, you could do it.”
“What do you mean, I could do it.”
“Make love to her, only go all the way.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s your dick talking.”
“No, I’m serious. She likes girls. Girls don’t frighten
her, and you don’t frighten her more than any other
female, plus she needs your affection right now, and
she knows you’re into chicks, and it wouldn’t freak her
if you got very friendly while getting affectionate. If
you’ll eat her pussy and make her cum, she’ll go
exploring. She will at least go exploring with you
holding her hand. She needs her mommy, Mommy.”
That made Betty think. She thought and said, “Eat
Sarah’s pussy, huh?”
“You know that has got to be good eating pussy.”
“I never thought about it, but she would be a tasty
bitch. Have you ever seen her pussy?”
“Are you kidding – no, but I know someone who has. She
told me about it.”
“Who, your friend, Sue?”
“No, her Aunt Connie.”
“WHAT! Connie got to her?”
“She got to all of us.”
“That shouldn’t surprise me. She’s just like her damn
brother. So, did Sarah like it?”
“I guess so. You would have heard about it if she
didn’t. Connie didn’t just have her once, you know.”
“I guess she liked it. That’s great news. At least I
know she can be thawed. I’m damn good at thawing
chicks, but it helps if they have already been thawed.”
“You’re the best, and Sarah knows it. If her mouth
isn’t watering, she isn’t paying attention, and when
you are with a chick, she always pays close attention.
I noticed that right away.”
“I did to, but I didn’t think it was envy. She comes to
pet the dog and make me feel like whale shit.”
“That is not why she pets the dog. You are reading her
all wrong. That is just an excuse to come close.”
“Maybe, but that seems out of character for her. Then
again, if she is into pussy, that is a good way to get
close. What did Connie tell you about her?”
“I don’t know how much to believe. Sarah would never
even admit to doing anything with Connie. I could tell
by the way she acted that she had and still was. Katy
told me everything, and that did match everything
Connie told me about Katy. That doesn’t mean she
wouldn’t lie or exaggerate about Sarah.”
“Assume she didn’t lie or exaggerate. What did she tell
you?”
“The key is to get her by the pussy. She is very
difficult until you get her by the pussy, then she gets
very easy. She gets sopping wet and very horny very
quickly. She goes bonkers when she gets a mouth on her
pussy, but a tongue up her ass sends her out of this
world. I can’t picture that, but Connie swore she was
anal as hell and loved getting a big strap-on dildo up
her ass. Connie has one she calls the Gargoyle, and it
is one big, ugly, nasty looking fucker about a foot
long and as thick as a large cucumber. I had to take
that damn thing all the way up my ass before she’d let
me fuck her.”
“You must have wanted that pussy real bad, or did you?”
“I did, and it was her taunting me that both Katy and
Sarah could take all of the Gargoyle in the ass and the
pussy that finally got me to give it my all or die
trying.”
“You actually believed that?”
“Not without checking, or trying to check. Sarah
wouldn’t confirm that but Katy did, then she took my
pee wee baseball bat in both holes to prove it.”
“Christ.”
“That’s what I said. Anyway, I figured if that little
runt could, I could. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it
would be. Connie was real good at getting it in as I
could take it. To tell you the truth, it was kinda
nice. I’ll tell you something else. That training and
conditioning served me well here. The chicks love me,
but so do these guys.”
“Yes I heard. I wondered if you would ever tell me.”
“I’m not ashamed. I’ll tell you right now. I’m bisexual
as hell. I’m not crazy about sucking guys off, but I
sure love a big cock up my ass.”
“I salute Connie, and I hope she didn’t lie or
exaggerate. If Sarah has had her holes conditioned, she
should be no problem. I just need to open her mind and
give her a taste of Rob’s good life. I wouldn’t mind
tasting Sarah on Rob’s dick. I wouldn’t mind tasting
Sarah while Rob’s dick fucks her. I’d like to suck on
Sarah’s clit while she gets pregnant for me.”
“Ah shit, Mom, you went and made me cum!”
“Ummm, yes, I feel it! Oh, you nasty mother fucker.
Pump that sperm into your mommy. Get me pregnant.”
“I wish.”
“So do I. I wish you’d lie over me and fuck me like a
whore.”
No sooner said than done. His last squirt was set deep,
and he never went soft. He kept right on fucking and
fucked her like a whore, which made her cum right
before he came for the second time. That did him in,
and that was the best fucking Betty ever had in her
life. She held tightly to his ass, pulling him in,
holding him in deep. She kissed him passionately and
told him what a great mother fucker he was. He was a
tired mother fucker, but that was sweet music to his
incestuous ears.
They both felt giddy, so happy they crossed over. They
knew this would not be the last. His mom made that
quite clear by the way she possessively clung to his
ass. He got propped up to look into her smiling face
and say, “Mom, you are the best piece of ass I ever
had.”
She smiled big and gave him a passionate kiss, then
settled back to say, “Do I make a good whore?”
“The best. I feel like I have my dick in a thousand-
dollar hooker.”
“Well, that is good. I’ve had one of those. Talk about
good pussy.”
“Are you trying to get my dick hard again?”
“Oh, does that arouse you? I wasn’t aware.”
“Like hell you weren’t. You seduced me that way.”
“Bill, I’m shocked. Do you actually think I make love
to a woman the way I do just to make your dick so hard
that you’ll stick it in my cunt and fuck me with it? Is
that what you think?”
“Yes, I do. I think you’d fuck a dog to make my dick
hard.”
“Ummm, so that would make your dick hard, would it?”
“Yes, very hard. You’d look great with a mutt fucking
you.”
“Rob thinks so, too.”
“Rob knows what he’s talking about. He doesn’t need a
trophy wife as much as he needs a set of good
mother/daughter bitches lounging around the place.”
“Daughters. I have two. We can’t leave Sarah out.”
“Good luck, but if she sees you being a good bitch,
she’ll come around.”
“That would make your life complete, wouldn’t it?”
“I have everything else any guy could want.”
“Well, if you want your mommy to be a good bitch, you
be my breeder. I’ll let you decide when I need it.
I’ll be a good bitch for you, but no one else. If they
want to see that, they’ll have to go through my
handler.”
He beamed a big smile and said, “Oh, Mom, I love you.”
That watered her eyes and brought her hands to his face
as she said, “Bill, do you mean that? Do you honestly
love me this way?”
“Yes, more than ever, and I’m not talking with my dick.
I’m talking with all of my heart and soul. Mom, you are
beautiful this way. Nothing you do looks vulgar. You
can bring class to bestiality and make that an act of
pure beauty.”
“Beauty and the beasts, huh?”
“Yes. Teach Sarah, because she would also bring beauty
to the beastly act. These trashy bitches will all bow
down to you two. These mutts won’t touch a bitch after
they’ve had you and Sarah.”
“What about Katy?”
“Mom, face it. Katy is a trashy bitch.”
“Yeah, I’m facing it. That saddens me, Bill.”
“I know, but Katy was headed there with or without
this. She would have been a real problem for you.”
“I know, but she’s so young. She would not have been a
problem for many more years.”
“So what. The end result would be the same. At least
this way, she won’t end up on some sleazy street
corner. She’ll end up married to one of these guys.”
“True, same for Sarah, but Sarah was destined for a
decent life.”
“Yeah, one just like yours was. Do you honestly wish
that on her? What have you got against her, anyway? She
is exactly like you. The two of you have always been so
close.”
“I know, but we are now so far apart and growing
further apart.”
“Bring her to you. Mom, she wants to be close to you.
She needs you. She is so lost and all alone. You are
the only one she wants to be close to. If you were
standing waist-deep in a lake of shit that was on fire
and calling out, ‘Sarah, come to me,’ she’d come to
you. She might wet herself down and hold her nose, but
she would come to you.”
“Damnit, you are so right, Bill. I have been such a
fool, so guilty, so ashamed, so self-absorbed, so god
damn stupid. Honey, let me up. I am going to her right
now, and I am not leaving her side until we are as
close as we have ever been – closer.”
Bill got up, and helped his mom up, then held her in a
lover’s embrace to say, “I do love you, and not like a
son loves his mother. You are a very beautiful person,
inside and out. And don’t you feel bad. All natural
blondes are stupid, and shaving your pussy won’t help.
You are still a natural blonde, Mom.”
She smiled and kissed him, then said, “Shaving the
blonde hairs off my cunt doesn’t help, huh?”
“No, that just makes you look intelligent.”
Love burned in her smiling eyes as she said with all
the sincerity she could muster, “I love you too, Bill,
and not just as a mother loves her son. You are very
special to me. I won’t ever regret this because it gave
us this type of love. This alone has made it all
worthwhile and makes it all right. This is good. I want
this. I want you in my life always, and always like
this – friends and lovers.”
“I can’t imagine a life without you, or one without you
as both a friend and a lover. I am ready to propose an
unofficial marriage between us till death do we part,
and Mom, I will be faithful in that I will never leave
you.”
That brought on the water works. Betty had to rest her
head on his shoulder and cry while he rubbed her back.
When she could talk, she softly said, “I shouldn’t try
to tie you to me, but I want that so much. I accept
your proposal of unofficial marriage, Bill. You are the
husband I recognize, the one I serve and try to please.
Rob will have to accept that.
“From now on, I’ll send him to you with his damn
orders. If he doesn’t like it, I’ll divorce his sorry
ass. I trust your love and good sense. I know what Rob
is. If I keep letting Rob have his way, we will all end
up as tattooed trashy bitches that no man in his right
mind would want. When that day comes, we all get taken
out with the trash. I know this won’t last, but I want
to leave the same way I entered – head high, shoulders
back, walking on my hind legs.”
“You and Sarah will never lose your class and dignity –
never. I will guard that with my life. Rob doesn’t
intimidate me in the least, and he knows it. I’ll whip
that fucker’s ass, and he knows I can do it. If he
gives me any shit, I’ll put your tits away and take
your pussy out of circulation. That goes for Sarah’s,
too, when they come out and her pussy goes in
circulation.”
Betty stood back wearing a proud smile, saying, “We’re
in good hands, but I hope it doesn’t come to that. My
tits like being out, and my pussy loves being in
circulation. To make this last, we have to find that
happy medium. Rob would never dump a classy lady or
keep one that won’t put out.”
“Well, I love these tits out where they belong, and
this pussy should be in full circulation. I want a
whore, but a class act, and that goes for Sarah, too.”
“I’ll get her for you, and she will serve you as I do.
She’ll be a good whore just like her mommy. May I go to
her, now?”
“Yes.”
“How do I look?”
Wearing only a short skirt and doing a slow turn in
place, Bill watched a full turn, then said, “You look
great except for all the cum running down your hind
legs. I think that looks great on you, but she won’t.”
“I’ll stop and freshen up. Should I put a top on?”
“No, never. You look your best just the way you are.”
“No shoes?”
“No, your feet are too pretty.”
“Wish me luck.”
“Be very affectionate and let her know you want her
sexually. Remember, get her by the cunt.”
“Got it.”
With that she was off at a prance and what a sight she
was prancing up a spiral stairway made of glass. Sarah
hated those see-thru steps because people could see up
her dress – how ’bout that.
* * *
After freshening up and brushing out her luxurious
blonde hair, Betty went in search of her look-alike
daughter and found her in the first place she looked –
in her bedroom reading a book, propped up, sitting on
her made bed in a very tidy room. This was her space,
her sanctuary, her prison. On seeing her topless
mother, she took note and buried her nose back in the
book to show her disapproval.
Betty came and sat at her hip, placed a hand on bare
leg, and began stroking upward on inner thigh flesh.
Sarah thought she stroked a bit to high and wedged a
hand between her legs to prevent a way-too-high stroke
that seemed likely if she didn’t take that drastic
measure. She also set the book down, looked at the rude
hand, then to her mother to say, “Mom, what are you
doing? I’m not one of your girl friends. I’m your
daughter.”
“I know, but I love your legs. I just want to touch
them and feel how soft they are. You can take your hand
out of your crotch. I won’t rape you, Sarah.”
Sarah slowly relaxed and then drew her hand out from
between her clenched legs, then relaxed her legs. When
she laid her hand at her side, her mom folded the skirt
back to fully uncover legs and the crotch of her
panties, bringing forth a, “Mom, someone could come in
here and see us like this. What would they think?”
“They would think you were allowing me to admire your
legs clear up to your panties, then they would admire
your legs clear up to your panties. You do have the
sexiest legs, and these legs get sexier as they go up.
The sexiest part is right here on the inside of your
thighs next to panties.”
“MOM, don’t touch me there!”
“This is the sexiest part and the softest part. Relax,
Sarah. I’m not going to eat you. I just want to feel
you. Let your legs part…come on…more than
that….Spread them, Sarah.”
“Mom, I know what you’ll do if I spread my legs.”
“What will I do?”
“You’ll feel between my legs.”
“Do you think I would want to feel your pussy?”
“Yes. You love feeling pussies. You feel every pussy
you can get your hands on.”
“Have you ever seen me feel a daughter’s pussy?”
“No, but I think you would if a daughter spread her
legs for you.”
“Spread your legs and find out.”
“All right, I’ll spread them, but don’t put your hand
inside my panties – promise me.”
Sarah made the spread before securing the promise.
Betty slid her hand squarely over the pussy and began a
very nice over-panty pussy massage that instantly made
Sarah forget any promises. Sarah watched intently,
fully expecting her mother’s hand to slip in under the
leg hole at the crotch. When that didn’t happen when
expected, she made a better beaver, then a better one
until she turned a good beaver into a vulgar crotch
presentation with both legs drawn fully in and laid
flat.
Betty soon had that pussy slobbering and thoroughly
soaked the crotch of the panties, rendering them see-
thru. She had a cunt begging for bare flesh contact,
and a girl teetering at the edge of orgasm. Betty held
her there, made her sweat, and kept her interest.
After five minutes of this torture, and still no bare
flesh contact, Betty said, “You sure do have a juicy
pussy, and you smell absolutely delicious. I wish I
didn’t have to stay on top of these damn panties.”
Sarah said, “You never did promise.”
“I didn’t?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“I thought I did.”
“No, you didn’t say anything. You just started playing
with my pussy.”
“Do you still want that promise?”
“Not now.”
“Can I take your panties off?”
“If you want.”
“Yes, let’s get them out of the way. Put your legs
together and lift up…there, that’s better. Now, do
that spread again. That’s a good one…oh, yes…Oh,
Sarah, you have a lovely pussy, a very sexy pussy.”
“I thought you didn’t like them with hair.”
Placing palms against inner thighs and peeling open the
lips with thumbs, Betty said, “I prefer them shaved,
but you have such lovely and fine pussy hair. And your
coloring. What a gorgeous pink hue. Oh, Sarah, I feel
like doing a terribly wicked thing to this beautiful
pussy, at least wicked for a mother to do to a
daughter’s pussy.”
“What?”
“I think you know what.”
“Kiss it?”
“For starters. May I please, Sarah?”
“Well… if you really want to.”
“Thank you Sarah. You won’t regret this. I want you to
lie back, relax, but watch everything I do. Would you
like that?”
Sarah settled back with wide eager eyes, saying, “Yes,
I want to watch everything.”
Betty got on her belly, got centered, then delivered
the best French kiss a girl’s pussy ever received. That
girl fell instantly in-love with her mother’s mouth.
After that kiss she fed cunt to her mother without the
slightest inhibition. She enjoyed a series of orgasms,
hard to tell how many. Some blended into others with
quakes and minor temblors between them.
The girl absolutely loved being eaten and could lie
under a pretty mouth all afternoon. She did lie for
close to one hour. By the end of that hour, she didn’t
have the slightest qualms about feeding pussy to her
pussy-loving mother and finally got over her shyness
about letting her tongue-fuck the asshole.
At the end, Sarah was on her front with her butt in the
air, pulling her own cheeks apart to receive a good
tongue reaming. She got over that shyness very well and
proved to be very anal. She’d take a dick in the ass
with no problem. While fingering her ass with three
deep fingers, Betty asked her if she’d like to get her
ass fucked.
She was not too surprised when Sarah admitted that she
wouldn’t mind that and had gotten that from several
guys who wouldn’t let her escape from the bed, Rob
being one of them. There were three who had been back
several times for more ass, as a group and
individually.
She promised not to tell if they would only do it in
her ass. She also promised not to run from them if all
they wanted was a piece of ass. Betty praised her but
wondered why Rob never mentioned that she was coming
along nicely and being a good little butt whore.
Betty came to lie down beside Sarah. She held her close
and kissed her. Sarah did need that affection very
much. She melted into her mother’s loving embrace. She
wanted more and more, could not get enough, or feel
enough. She felt everything. She wanted everything,
wanted to do everything, and wanted to return the
favor.
She owed her mom an hour, but Betty just wanted to hold
her and talk. Yes, she was owed an hour, but later.
Getting Sarah to settle down and stop sucking on her
tits was the hard part. She finally did but missed the
sucking that went so well with the fingering. Betty
stopped the sucking, but not the fingering. Sarah
could finger and still talk.
Betty began the serious talk by saying, “Honey, I have
been so wrong to leave you alone to sort this all out
on your own. I feel just awful for not being there for
you. I should have known better.”
“It was awful. I never felt so scared and alone. This
place is so scary. These people are all sex fiends.
They are all child molesters and I have no one to
protect me from them.”
“I know sweetheart, and you still don’t. I can’t, not
and remain Rob’s wife, which I do want, but Bill is
going to come to our rescue.”
“How is Bill going to rescue us? He is as bad as they
are. He’s one of them, now.”
“Yes, but with a difference. He wants us to remain
classy and above all the raunchy filth and muck.”
“I think he likes the filth and muck the best. He sure
likes what the dogs do.”
“Yes, but he thinks we will bring class and beauty to
bestiality.”
“WHAT!”
“Honey, face it. If we stay here, and I plan to, we
will be doing dogs. You will be doing people any way
they want it – male and female. You’ll stay right in
this bed when you get company, and you will be involved
in threesomes, fourseomes, or moresomes.”
“MOM!”
“Honey, you can’t come to me anymore. When you go to
bed, you stay in bed. If they bring a dog along, you’ll
be involved in that, too. If they bring a dog, you can
bet he’s for you.”
“But Mom, I don’t want to play these dirty games with
these people. For one, I’ll get pregnant.”
“Not by a dog.”
“That’s one good thing about them.”
“From what I’ve seen, there are a lot of good things
about them.”
“Yeah, just ask Katy. She can even tell you how they
taste.”
“She’s a good bitch.”
“You’re telling me. And you want us to be like that?”
“No, we will do it with class simply because we are two
very classy chicks.”
“Classy chicks don’t do that.”
“True, but when they must, that is a beautiful sight to
people like these. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Well…yes, I suppose.”
“Don’t you think that they think you are every bit as
classy, beautiful, and sexy as I am?”
“Well, yeah. I don’t think so, but they keep telling me
I am.”
“Haven’t you thought about me getting down on my all
fours for a dog to mount?”
She blushed, smiled, and said, “Only to excess, and
only when I masturbate.”
Betty smiled and said, “Don’t you think I do the same
with thoughts of you getting on your all fours, naked?”
“You do?”
“To excess, and always when I masturbate, which I now
do to excess.”
“Wow, I can’t even picture you masturbating. Well, I
can now. Still seems weird seeing you be sexual and…
well… nasty.”
“Do I ever look vulgar?”
“No… except when you let Bill open up your pussy so a
dog can lick the inside and stick his tongue way up
your hole.”
“That probably does look vulgar, but it sure feels
good.”
“It looks good, too. I sure wouldn’t mind holding your
pussy open like that. The lip holder gets the best
view.”
“Who is stopping you? Have you ever seen me stop Bill?”
“No, and I’m glad you never do. That’s the one thing I
love to watch you do. You never saw me walk away from
that.”
“No, come to think of it, you never do. You usually end
up on your knees, petting the dog. The lip holder
doesn’t get the best view, the mutt petter does.”
She smiled and said, “She sure does. I think I’ll stick
with my job, only from now on, I won’t be shy. Who
knows, I might even pet my pussy with my other hand.
Boy, I sure feel like doing that when I’m watching a
long dog tongue going in and out of your pussy hole and
you’re squirming all around like you really love the
way that feels.”
“I’d like to see you hold still.”
“No way. You’d see me fuck a dog’s tongue like a slut.”
“But classy.”
“Of course. We are always classy no matter what we do –
right?”
“According to your brother we are. From now on, we only
follow his orders – agreed?”
Sarah thought about that with her lower lip in teeth,
then smiled and said, “Okay. I will if you will, but
I’m going to get pregnant.”
“Yes, but you will look adorable.”
“Can’t you get me on the pill?”
“Are you referring to an adorable prevention pill?”
“That answers my question. I guess I better get used to
the idea of being adorable and walking around with no
clothes on, huh?”
“Start by getting used to walking about topless in a
short skirt with a bald pussy. We will work toward
barefoot, bare-assed, and pregnant, as you get more
adorable. Before we can make you look adorable, we need
to get this sexy pussy of yours knocked up.”
When Betty reached for that sexy pussy, Sarah rolled to
her back and spread her legs to look at her sexy pussy
with her mother’s two middle fingers fucking it. She
said, “Yes, but your fingers won’t do it. We need a
dick – a human dick.”
“I was thinking of giving Rob the honor. I’m sure he’d
like that job.”
“He does have a nice dick. My ass sure likes it, and my
sexy pussy gets jealous.”
“We’ll just have to get him to switch holes, won’t we?”
“Yeah, maybe if I fart when he goes to put it in, he’ll
go yuck and stick it in the other hole.”
“Maybe, but that isn’t the classy way. The classy way
is to let your classy mother put it where it belongs.”
“That works for me. I want you there the whole time.”
“Honey, if you’ll get pregnant for me, I’ll suck on
your clit the whole time.”
“If you do that, I’ll give you a set of twins. You’ll
see my pussy suck his dick, then nurse on it after he
fills me full of cum.”
“You have a deal. That, I would love to see from that
close up.”
“Yeah, well I’d like to see a dog tongue-fuck your
pussy from that close up, so don’t be too surprised if
you find a classy daughter sucking on your clit next
time.”
“While she masturbates with both hands and shows her
cunt.”
“Probably. Boy, we sure are a couple of classy chicks,
aren’t we?”
“I think Bill has his work cut out for him.”
“Mom, I think we’re going to embarrass him.”
“I think he’ll spank us if we do.”
“That would be neat.”
“I think so, too. Sarah, you may think I have lost my
mind, but I think I am in-love with Bill. We fucked,
just now, and that was the best fuck of my life.”
“Wow! I wish I could have seen that.”
“You’ll see plenty of that in the future.”
“I’m not surprised that you are in-love. I saw it
coming. He fell in-love first.”
“Yes, with my pussy.”
“That came after he fell in-love with you. After that,
your pussy was his pussy. He was surprised that you let
him have it.”
“I was under orders from the big boss. Give the kid
your pussy. That was to help me overcome my vaginal
shyness.”
“Works good, huh?”
“I’m not over it, but that did help. It’ll help you,
too, so brace yourself. Bill now owns your pussy, too.
I gave it to him as a wedding present. We are
unofficially married. He proposed; I accepted; then I
gave him your pussy.”
“How romantic.”
“He thought so.”
“He would. Oh well, my pussy was going to waste with me
owning it.”
“That is exactly what Rob said. We can’t have good
pussy going to waste.”
“I agree. I finally agree. I even agree with knocking
it up. That is the best idea I’ve heard all month.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, because like it or not, it
would get knocked up and stay that way. I was prepared
to tie you spread-eagled to this bed, naked, with your
pussy lubed and a cork up your ass, light on, door wide
open, with a welcome mat in the hallway.”
“I’d be fucked if you did that.”
“Those were my thoughts, too.”
Sarah became pensive, then said, “Mom…lets do it that
way.”
Betty thought, thought some more, then said, “Are you
serious?”
“Why not. I have been such a stubborn bitch. You have
tried your best. You must be at your wits end
especially after you came and gave me a long talk and I
said, ‘Screw you and all your pervert friends. Just
leave me alone.'”
“I don’t have to take that shit.”
“No, you don’t. You could teach a girl a lesson she’ll
never forget, and get her used to showing her wide-open
cunt.”
“No, not me, Bill. I’ll tell Bill what you said and
tell him what I think should be done. Let him do it.”
“He’d do it.”
“I know he will if he sees I want him to. Are you sure
you want it this way? You’ll get dogs.”
“I’ll get them anyway. Yes, I want it this way, but I
want you here, at least for the first few.”
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Wow, this is going to be super neat. This is like a
fantasy I have, the gang’s captive girl.”
“I think we all have a gang’s captive girl fantasy. I
can relate, but if this fantasy begins to wear thin,
you can tap out by crossing your index finger over your
fuck finger. I’ll be looking for the signal, but I’m
sure we’ll have plenty of time to talk.”
“Great. I doubt I’ll tap out when I’m with someone, but
who knows, this might get old after a while. I’ll let
you know when I’m whipped and ready to be a good
daughter like Katy.”
“You’ll never be like Katy. We’re not going there, but
you will do as you are told. Don’t ever lose your
dignity, but do as you are told with as much class and
grace as you can. Never show how much you love what is
being done to you, but never act like you hate it. You
endure with stoic dignity, and a lady cums the way she
sneezes.”
“So, when I have mutt-cum running down my chin, I
should use a hanky and dab.”
“Right, fold and dab, fold and dab. Never spit –
swallow. When you swallow cum, especially dog cum, make
a good disgust face, and don’t ever fart. If you do
fart, give the dog a dirty look.”
They enjoyed a good laugh, the first in over a month.
* * *
Betty went ahead and told Bill that Sarah wanted to
play out a gang’s captive scenario. He was thrilled
with the way things went, very proud of his mom/bride,
and loved the idea of a bound and vulnerable Sarah. To
make the experience better for Sarah, they decided to
pretend that Bill didn’t know the truth, and once they
had her stripped and bound, he would take first honors.
Sarah knew to play it by the scenario she and her mom
discussed and rehearsed. Stiff resistance and good
acting was expected. Bill and Betty walked in on Sarah
reading, fully dressed, looking concerned for having
recently told her mom, “Screw you and all your pervert
friends. Just leave me alone.”
Now, her angry mom was back with Bill, and they were up
to something because they had leather cuffs and soft-
cotton ropes. Sarah set her book down and prepared to
defend herself, but they grabbed her and began
stripping her.
Sarah did a fair job of acting, but eventually found
herself naked and trussed for fucking. Not only were
her wrists and ankles tied to the four corner posts,
but they wrapped rope around her legs at the knees and
pulled them out. After putting a gag over her mouth and
a pillow under her ass, Sarah was ready to be
entertaining.
She did look a sight as Bill began taking his pants
off. Sarah watched with worried eyes as her mom used a
hand to make her pussy receptive, saying, “So, screw me
and all my pervert friends, huh? Just leave me alone,
huh? Well, sweetpea, that isn’t going to happen. Allow
me to introduce you to my closest pervert friend, Bill.
Bill, meet your sister’s juicy cunt, which by the way,
is fertile and juicy. Help yourself. You don’t mind, do
you, Sarah?”
To look at her, you would think she minded very much,
but once Bill sank that hard dick into her pussy, she
became stoic and sneezed a great deal. She needed to
work on taming her orgasms. It would help a great deal
if her mom wouldn’t suck on her clit while she took a
screwing. Bill was mighty impressive in his own right,
but put those two together and they were killer. Sarah
had no idea sex could feel that good.
She blew it badly, so Betty removed her gag after Bill
dismounted, splashed cool water on her face, and gave
her a few light slaps to get her to focus, saying,
“Sarah… Sarah, look at me. Who am I?”
“Hillary Clinton.”
“Who fucked you?”
“My brother, the rapist bastard pervert, Bill Clinton.”
“He knows, Sarah, and you can’t act worth beans.”
“What do you mean, he knows?”
“He knows we’re playing a game of gang’s captive girl.”
“Oh.”
“I hope you do better with the general public, because
you take a fucking the way Katy does.”
“Maybe I could take a fucking like a young lady if you
didn’t suck on my fucking clit.”
“If you don’t want me to suck on your fucking clit, I
won’t.”
“No, I want you to. I’ll try harder. They can’t all be
as good as Bill.”
Bill came up on her other side, leaned in, and gave her
a smiling kiss, then eased back a bit to say, “Thanks,
Sarah. I have always wanted to do that. You were better
than I ever imagined.”
She smiled warmly and said, “Yeah, well, you were
exactly the way I always imagined – FANTASTIC! Do that
some more.”
Betty said, “Hey, we share. You’ll get plenty more, but
this is my stud.
spreading the word. Let’s drum up some business. [he
left; Betty looked to Sarah] Gag or no gag?”
“Gag until I stop all struggles.”
“You got it. Open wide, bitch.”
Sarah stayed tied to that bed for a solid week, and
remained gagged for half of that time. Everyone had her
many times over. Every dog had her many times over.
After the gag came off, she would suck them without
whining. Betty dabbed for her. Betty grew weary of
playing gang’s captive long before Sarah did. Even Rob
thought that was excessive and wanted her turned loose
after two days.
He actually felt sorry for Sarah and came to talk to
her, pleading with her to accept the life he offered
and not keep making her mother angry. Did no good, but
when she did come out of her bindings, that was one
whipped debutante who gave no one any shit.
Sarah came out of that week in bondage, a real pro at
being a classy chick under the control of perverts,
through her brother who wanted to impress perverts.
Betty was just as good. That week established her as a
bitch you don’t want to cross unless you have her son
on your side.
Rob soon saw that he created a monster, but the monster
could be easy to work with as long as he never forgot
who the bitches belonged to: Betty, Sarah, and Katy.
Bill was easiest with Katy.
Pretty much anything went with Katy, but everything to
do with Sarah and Betty had to be cleared in advance
and never strayed from the agreed course. He could and
did take those two out of play. He could and did get
assholes barred from the property for varying periods
of time.
After two months, and one month with Bill owning the
bitches, things settled into a stable routine exactly
the way Bill and the bitches wanted it. Rob couldn’t be
happier. His friends were ecstatic. Their future looked
bright and secure. In a rare moment, when the family
found themselves alone on the property with only the
large black man servant, they all gathered at the love
seat in the alcove. This time, they had a great mutt.
Betty and Sarah had their skirts on, but Katy, as
usual, was naked. Bill had his dick out and was doing
his lip holding thing while the mutt did his thing.
Sarah sucked clit and masturbated while getting fucked
in the ass by Eugene. Katy was on hands and knees
sucking off the mutt while another fucked her. This was
quite a family portrait, and one the guests rarely saw.
Eugene was like family and had been given Sarah’s
asshole, which he availed himself of to excess to the
joy of all who saw that. Everyone saw that to excess.
That big nigger taking that little lady in her little
white ass was a major attraction.
Bill smiled to Betty and said, “Are you happy, now?”
She took her eyes off that big black cudgel she loved
watching so much to turn them on Bill who she loved so
much, and said, “I couldn’t be happier. My Sarah is a
nigger’s asshole whore. My little Katy is the biggest
bitch in Arizona. We are all barefoot and pregnant. My
son married me off to a dog who I am required to
publicly make love to without a stitch of clothing on.
How could I be happier?”
“I’m under a lot of pressure to keep you all pregnant.
Everyone is curious to see if you deliver a litter of
puppies. I was thinking, if that would make you
happier, you could make a bunch of perverts very happy.
When they are happy, I am happy.”
“To tell you the truth, I am also curious. The way I
make love to my doggie hubby, and as often as I make
love to him, I think anything is possible. I think he
is curious too, aren’t you fella? Es ou are.”
“Do we go for it?”
“Sure, why not. Make them happy. When you’re happy, I’m
happy. What the girls think, doesn’t matter. One is a
bitch; the other is a cunt-sucking whore. Fuck ’em.”
That made Bill smile and brought Sarah off the clit to
say, “I’m still a lady, though, right?”
“Yes, dear, always a lady, now suck my cunt.”
Sarah went down smiling but had a difficult time
capturing the clit due to the hard buffeting she
received. When Betty talked like that, Eugene always
fucked harder. That was one crazy white lady.