Unknown - Daughter in Heat

Heather struck a provocative pose, jutting out her ass with a sexy wiggle, saying, "Something better than this?"

Sue smiled and threw a pillow, saying, "Get going, you sexy little slut, before I rape your cute little ass myself."

Heather teased, "Promises, promises. You're all talk."

Sue launched herself from the bed. Heather giggle screamed, jumped inside the bathroom, quickly shut the door, and locked it. Sue rolled to her back, leaning on the door with folded arms, smiling the smile of a child molester with the perfect child, which looks exactly like the smile of a proud mother. Sue was both.

Heather fell asleep in classes, and when awake was plagued by nasty thoughts.

With all there was to think about, and all of it being highly erotic, she was lucky the day was devoted to admin bullshit. She wouldn't have learned a thing otherwise; and for once, she looked forward to the bus ride home.

The last hour of her day was spent masturbating in the nude at her desk which was perched atop her teacher's desk, a bizarre way to spend a class hour but most satisfying for a devout exhibitionist in a classroom full of kids eager to see everything she had and a teacher with the hots for her.

She thought mostly about Harold and his family.

The mother intrigued her most of all, and Heather pegged her as a mousy Suzie Homemaker from a good Christian family, dragged into a bestial relationship by a horny dog and bossy husband.

The father she first pictured as a pot-bellied, beer-drinking, blue-collar trailer trash who was stuck in his adolescence sexually, but then she remembered they were near neighbors in a high six-figure North Dallas neighborhood. He had to be a successful something or other and brainy Harold Goldstein was his son. Apples don't fall far from the tree. She had to completely rework her image of the father.

Bill was Harold's ten-year-old brother. She knew him, or she'd at least seen him around. He seemed normal, not a stunted brain like Harold. Though three years apart in age, they were about the same size.

Ruff, she knew very well. Ruff was a beautiful dog, well kept, clean and groomed-a very horny dog that loved licking pussy and would lick very deep if the pussy had a wad of peanut butter in it. When Ruff was roaming free back in January, Heather saw him often, and usually saw him licking deep in her sprawled mother's twat because Sue liked calling Heather over and engaging her in idle chit chat when he came to visit.

Heather found it impossible not to look at the point of contact, and it was Ruff who broke the ice, the first dog sex she didn't run from, being forced to watch through the ruse of conversation. She now saw this as part of her mother's seduction and it worked. Watching Ruff and her mother made her a devout bestiality fan. Everything they did looked good, was highly visual, highly erotic, very stimulating, all of it: anal, vaginal, oral, and twat lapping. Ruff was a stud and fast learner.

Heather could just imagine what Harold's mother went through when Ruff returned home from a visit with a seasoned human bitch having learned a new trick.

Heather tried to imagine how a woman like Harold's mother would gradually succumb to a bestial seduction. It wasn't hard to imagine with a husband like Harold's father driving them together, forcing them to live in close proximity, and forcing her to wear vulnerable clothing. Wearing a dress in a house with Ruff was like wearing red in a bull pasture. The woman was as good as his bitch.

The puzzling question was why was she allowed to wear panties, an effective penetration block if he wanted his wife to be a bitch to amuse him and his boys. Without panties to block the way, they'd see full penetration intercourse, much more degrading to a wife and mother, much more amusing to watch.

She should be in high heels and a collar with a shaved pussy.

That's a human bitch; that's home entertainment; that's how you degrade a woman like her. Make her live like a bitch, day in and day out. No privacy and no intimate secrets.

Perhaps, he just didn't think of it or didn't have total control over his woman. Heather knew she could help in both events. If his wife couldn't pussy whip him, she could.

Heather figured he'd think of it after sex and whip his bitch into submission if he ever wanted more young pussy. The question was, would he have the balls to fuck a minor in front of his wife and kids. He would if he were properly motivated and the minor made all the overtures. That was doable.

Heather couldn't wait to meet with Harold and get her thousand questions answered. He couldn't wait to see her to show her that he learned his lesson.

No sooner were they seated then his hand was up her skirt feeling her naked pussy without asking permission. She liked that. He was a bright boy and soon had his fist up her cunt, her blouse undone, and both tits exposed-a gutsy little bastard, too.

Heather let him have his way with her body as she got her questions answered.

She found that Jenny, his mother, was a Suzie Homemaker from a Born-Again Christian upbringing, but she wasn't mousy. Douglas, his father was mousy, a little guy. He was the bright one, an attorney. Jenny could whip his ass, but he made all the money. He told her she had to wear dresses and couldn't wear panties. The dress with panties was their compromise and he had to fight hard to get her to compromise.

Jenny fought him and the dog and fought well until only recently. Most of what Harold saw was in the past month, and Bill's spying was done just last week.

Jenny was losing the fight and was no longer putting up much of a struggle against Douglas or the dog. The fact that he wanted her to be the dog's bitch had been in the open for several months. The whole family knew. Jenny answered to Bitch, and if told to let the dog sniff her bitch pussy, she'd allow his head under her dress and endure the sniff, which was really a crotch licking, which always led to a mounting, which more and more was a successful mounting, a successful mounting being defined as one where her dress was pushed up out of the way so that they could see the dick poking her panty-covered pussy.

Douglas was responsible for getting her dress out of the way, but she'd stop him from pulling her panties out of the way. What he won, he had won by degrees. By persistent effort, he was now pushing her dress into her armpits and freeing her tits. She'd try to cover her naked tits with an arm, but that made it difficult to defend her crotch. Her bestial rapes were assisted rapes.

Ruff and Douglas were a good team that Jenny was on the verge of surrendering completely to. Heather couldn't arrive on the scene at a more opportune time.

All Jenny needed was a little push to go over the edge. Against Douglas, Ruff, and Heather, she stood no chance whatsoever.

Heather resolved to take the licking, but Jenny was taking the first fuck, buck naked and balls deep the way a good bitch should. Afterward, Heather would shave the bitch's pussy for her. They'd have her put on high heels. Douglas would place Ruff's collar on her, and in that proper attire, she'd assume her role as the family bitch and home entertainment center. Anyway, that was the plan she came up with on the bus.

Heather explained her plan to Harold on the walk home with his finger up her ass the entire way. He loved the plan and was sure it would work. When they arrived at her door, he tried to fuck her standing up but couldn't reach high enough to get more than the head in. He had to jump up and down to get a fuck and that constantly dislodged him. Heather took pity, brought him into the empty house, stripped naked for him, laid down, and allowed him to rut on her body.

He seemed to enjoy it. Heather was a bit disappointed in her first true fuck, but it was fun watching the little guy rut. He reminded her of a poodle-all energy and hardly any equipment.