Unknown - Daughter in Heat

"He's not up for it tonight, anyway. Poor thing. He is good, though, the best I ever had-the biggest dick, sweetest cum, longest fuck, biggest tongue. He's an incredible animal, fucking incredible. He'll look great on Heather. It'll look like she's getting screwed by a hairy horse.

Who else can we invite to this?"

"Marty, the club owner, but I wouldn't want him in my house."

"Sarah wants her parents to witness child abuse with her. She's been priming them, telling them stories about her sexually abusive neighbors with the adorable sexy daughter. They're made up stories, but they're all coming true, now. They're interested, at least they're curious, and her mother almost went with us to pick up Bowser."

"Did she know why you were going?"

"She was with us in Ft. Worth and watched her daughter get fucked in the mouth by a big Doberman.

Sarah removed her top and made a bitch pussy of her mouth, took the cum shot and all, even swallowed. That scene, witnessed by a half-dozen people, damn near killed her mother. Yes, she knew."

"Jesus Christ!"

"He wasn't there, but from the look on her mother's face, you'd think he was there with Big G. The Austin pound was expecting three bitches. Ellen would have had to fuck him, too."

"Do you think she would?"

"We speculated about that all the way home. Sarah feels like she could have pressured her mother into it. I suppose so. She'd have been under a lot of pressure, and not just from me and Sarah. Had she not buckled to the pressure, she'd have been raped. That would have been traumatic. She knew the dog was a mate for Heather, and she did not approve, not one bit. She went mutt shopping to Ft. Worth with us out of curiosity and under pressure from Sarah, but we embarrassed the fuck out of her so bad, asking to see the dogs' dicks, jacking them off, sucking on a few, me and Sarah. After seeing that mouth fuck, she wanted nothing to do with the Austin trip, not if she had to ride sandwiched between two horny lesbian bitches."

"What did you do to that poor woman?"

"What didn't we do? We raped her all the way from Ft. Worth to her home in Crestwood with an hour-long stop in the Six Flags parking lot to do it right."

"Are we talking rape rape?"

"Yes. We tore her clothes off of her, ripped them to shreds and did everything in the lesbian handbook to include making her suck piss. She rode to her home, naked on the passenger floorboard with her head between Sarah's legs, sucking piss dribbles while Sarah sucked beer to keep the dribbles coming. Sarah rode with her feet on the dash, face-fucking the bitch, gulping beer, giving her mother a squirt, and giggling when she swallowed.

"When we got to her house, Ellen was bloated out to here and sloshed when she moved. Sarah apologized, swore it would never happen again, and asked to be forgiven. Her mother forgave her. Sarah wanted a kiss. She got a kiss. Sarah wanted it on the mouth. She got it on the mouth.

She wanted some tongue and a longer kiss. She got a long French kiss and then her mother asked for something to put on because the neighbors might see."

"I see what's coming. She didn't get anything, did she?"

"No, and there was an old blanket on the back seat. Sarah said there was nothing, opened the door, and made her get out. Ellen made a naked dash to the front door from the curb, a fifty-yard dash when we could have pulled right to her front door through a circular driveway or driven around back, even better."

"Boy, you guys did fuck her over."

"We were just getting started.

When she got to the door, Sarah called her back, called insistently.

Ellen kept saying no and calling Sarah to come in. This went on for two or three minutes, but Ellen finally returned, and that's when Sarah wanted to discuss the Austin trip with her. The poor woman was dying, wanted nothing to do with the trip, but kept talking about it while looking around constantly for people or traffic. It got ridiculous. Sarah was determined to keep her there until someone saw. Ellen finally flat refused and said she had to go. Sarah wanted a kiss."

"And she got it, right?"

"She always gets what she wants."

"Yeah, the old bitch loved it, huh?"

"Like I said, she's a very forgiving woman and forgave Sarah again with another long, French kiss. Sarah wanted her pussy forgiven, too, so Ellen opened the car door, knelt on the grass, and French kissed Sarah's pussy while Sarah reclined with her legs wide, her head in my lap, smiling up at me, all proud of herself for pussy whipping her mother.

"She pissed during that forgiving kiss which turned into a face fuck and eat out. Ellen was into it, not holding back when a dog wandered over and sniffed the beaver hanging out of the car, making Ellen shoot bolt upright.

Sarah grabbed her by the hair and made her bend dog-fuck right.

Naturally, presented with a naked bitch in such a position, the dog got mounted. Sarah made me drive off while she laid on the horn, laughing at her mother getting dog fucked in broad daylight on her front lawn."

"Do I look like an idiot?"

"That was Sarah's fantasy ending, but it was all true, even the dog walking up and sticking a cold nose up Ellen's butt. He turned out to be a she dog. She never got mounted, but she was forced to endure a lengthy crotch licking while she thought she was going to get mounted and knew we were planning to drive away honking the horn. She dodged a bullet.

I'll give her credit. She kept eating pussy and didn't have to be held."

"Have you seen her since?"

"We stopped by last night to give her one more chance to change her mind. She hadn't. She was cool and standoffish, afraid we'd grab her, I guess. Don was there and Sarah said, 'Did Mom tell you what a naughty girl I was?' He nodded and told her that was a mean thing to do to your own mother. Ellen added her two cents and was even more forceful, actually accusing Sarah of rape. That was as close to an ass chewing as I'd ever seen. They were both seriously pissed and wanted assurances that nothing like that would ever happen again.

"Sarah said she was sorry, but would not say it would never happen again. Just the opposite.

She assured them it would, not by word, but by deed. She advanced on her cowering mother like a sexual predator. I saw the potential for another rape or a good power play, so I got behind Ellen, who had moved behind Don, who turned around to see what I was doing.

"I blocked Ellen's retreat and took firm hold of her hips, holding her in place while Sarah closed the gap, merged their bodies, took her mother's face in both hands, getting nose to nose to say, 'You should know better than to get between two lesbians after they've been worked up to a lather by a pack of horny male dogs. You had no business even getting back in the car with us, much less getting between us. You should have taken a cab home. You invited that rape.

You should be thanking us for raping you so well. We did rape you well, didn't we, Mother? Wasn't it long enough for you? Was it over too soon? Are you pissed that we didn't wait around for a male dog to come around and get mounted before we drove off? Is that why you're pissed, because you didn't get a good public bestial fucking out of the deal? That can be arranged, Mother dear. Come with us to Austin and we'll see that you get properly introduced to your canine rapist before you get raped by him on your front lawn.' "I was now holding Ellen by the naked tits and licking her face like a lesbian lollipop. Sarah had her by the cunt and up on her tiptoes. Sarah was licking also.

Ellen turned her eyes on Don and pleaded, "Don, don't just stand there. Do something, please! They're going to rape me again, can't you see that?' "Don placed a firm hand on Sarah's shoulder and another on the wrist that was up her mother's skirt. He pulled her pussy hand out, saying, 'That's enough, Sarah.