Unknown - Daughter in Heat

You made your point.' "Sarah gave him a dirty look as he forced her to part from her mother, saying, 'Ow, you're hurting my arm. Let me go.' This was starting to get ugly, so I released Ellen and got out of the scene. They quickly patched things up, everyone apologizing to everyone for everything until everything was okay and no one wanted apologies or assurances that it wouldn't happen again. Before their apology fest was over, it appeared they wanted guarantees that it would."

"Oh, how so?"

"Ellen still didn't want to go to Austin with us though Don encouraged her to go. Her excuse for not going was that it would be encouraging a rape, and though she accepted the inevitability of lesbian and bestial rape, she shouldn't encourage it."

Jack said, "That was an invitation if I ever heard one."

"Yes, and we all understood that by this time. Sarah seized the moment and said, 'All right, Mother, but we're raping you when we get back. You do know that, don't you?' Ellen said she knew that. Sarah beamed a big shit-eating grin to me because she not only had her mother pussy whipped, she had her father going along."

"I love it, Sue."

"It gets better. Sarah said, 'Good. Don't try to avoid it. Be ready. Don't wear anything that you don't want ripped off. Come outside on the front lawn and get on your all fours. Don't make us drag you out and hold you.

I know you don't want a scene, do you?' "Ellen shook her head and said, 'No, Sarah, please, no scene. I'll come out and assume the position.

If I must endure a bestial rape on my front lawn in broad daylight, I'd like it to be quick and as quiet as possible, attracting as little attention as possible. Call ahead and I'll be naked and ready when you arrive with the animal. I'll meet you in the middle of the lawn where everyone can see. I'll let him rape me and won't leave until you say I can.' "

"Fuck, I'm going with you.

This, I gotta see. This is great, Sue!"

"Yeah, too bad this was all fantasy."

"Aw, fuck, Sue! I wish you wouldn't do that."

"I had to. You were sucking this up like a Hoover Deluxe."

"Was any of it true?"

"Well, she did go to the pound with us, and did see all that shit. We did feel her up good on the way home. We slimed her real good, but we didn't go to Six Flags, and we dropped her off at her front door, a little shook and sticky but none the worse for wear. She won't get in a car with us again, and that was her excuse for bailing out on Austin."

"Well, at least that sounds plausible."

"She would have raped well.

If Sarah had more balls and knew when to press her advantage, Ellen would have gotten a good rape out of it and been eager to get raped again. I let Sarah do this on her own and simply did what she did. Ellen left that car terribly frustrated on weak legs. I could see why she didn't want to go through that again, not without a guarantee of at least one orgasm. Sarah is so dumb sometimes, I just want to slap the bitch."

"Why didn't you give Ellen one?"

"Because I promised Sarah I'd let her handle it and only do what she did, and the dumb bitch wouldn't masturbate her mother. That would be too embarrassing, unlike smearing her face with girl fuck and sticking slimy fuck fingers in her mouth. The dumb bitch."

Jack laughed and said, "You're right, she's a dumb bitch."

"She knows that, now. God, did I give her hell. Anyway, I'm sure they'll accept the invitation."

"Are you sure they'll be cool?"

"Yes, I'm not worried about them. I've met them both many times. They're very sweet, very straight, ultra conservative, regular churchgoers, the works, but they like to watch nastiness. That's typical of their type."

"How do they feel about you?"

"At first, they hated my guts because of all the things they'd heard about me, for corrupting their daughter, for cheating on my spouse, for having sex with dogs, especially for the way I abuse Heather to amuse my perverted friends, but they treated me with respect because I was Sarah's best friend, and now that they think we're lovers, I'm a special guest. If they still hate me, they don't ever show it. Just the opposite. They go out of their way to show me love and affection."

"They like you, now?"

"They have me fooled. I stop by on my own all the time. I've even brought lovers over there to fuck, canine and human, and get treated the same way, and you know what a lewd, crude slut I can be. I can't shake them. If it's an act, it's a damn good act."

"When did they learn you were lovers?"

"About three months ago, Sarah told them we were lovers, asked that they accept it, told them I was married and that we needed a safe place to get together.

She told them I needed a place to meet with my lovers and take dogs for sex and as a favor to her to give me a house key and make me feel welcome. They didn't like it, but they accepted it, and I got a key right then and there, reluctantly, but they handed it over. This has been going on for months, since March, maybe February. At first, it drove them nuts seeing us loving on each other when we'd visit, and we always went off to the spare bedroom to get it on."

"Fuck, she really has it in for them, doesn't she?"

"She sure does, but she only got to them for a week or two. Since then, her attempts to shock and hurt them have had no effect that I can see, and we go out of our way to do both without being overtly hurtful or hateful.

We seem thoughtless and insensitive, self-centered and rude, oblivious to all but our own pleasures, spoiled rotten bitch peas in a pod, but that's all they've ever known from Sarah and all they've ever seen from me. They have two Sarah's now: one crude and vulgar, and one dumb bitch."

"You must be the dumb bitch from the mean streets."

"No, I play the dyke, a vulgar dyke. Sarah plays my fem bitch. Dumb was a poor word choice. A spoiled, rich-bitch, educated air head is better, and that's Sarah.

I play a role; Sarah plays herself. I've been gradually moving my role closer to the real me because vulgar dyke got to where it didn't faze them, but the real me does, still does. I get more rises out of them when I stop by with a mutt or a workman, and a black workman puts them in an upper class hissy which they feel obligated to smile through. Right now, I'm pretty much just being myself, which works out good if we bring them into our social circle."

"I'm interested in how you and Sarah carry on when you visit and how they respond to it.

And, I don't want a fantasy."

"It's mostly how they don't respond. They don't respond to acts and actions that demand response, and for two people to not respond in exactly the same way to exactly the same things requires a rehearsed non-response."

"What?"

"It's like if you and I were trying to carry on a conversation with another couple, and one is digging boogers out of her nose and feeding them to the other, we would each have a reaction to that. No way would either one of us show absolutely no reaction, and for both of us to remain cool, calm, and smilingly conversational, we'd need to work hard on that and be ready, mentally prepared for the first time it happened."

"How do you do that?"

"If you know they're booger eaters, you rent booger eating movies and watch them till you're numb to it, seen it all, and nothing surprises you."

"Ah, so they've been doing their homework, hitting the porno shops."

"That's the only explanation, and it took about two weeks before nothing fazed them. I do things they haven't rented, so I can still get a reaction."

"So, why does Sarah bother if they're numb to it?"

"She's a fucking air head, and I haven't shared what I know with her. She thinks she's shocking the piss out of them, and it tickles the shit out of her thinking so. I love doing things that tickle the shit out of that grownup cheerleader, that's why we head for her folks' place for a good time."