Unknown - Daughter in Heat

Sue had both Johns assist, pulling Heather's legs up onto the dog's lower back, binding them there at the ankles. They held her upper body to his chest as Sue bound Heather's arms around his neck. When released, Heather was attached to the dog, hung under its belly, stuck on his massive dick. Bowser seemed happy with the arrangement, fucked the body, came in the bitch, then wandered off to see if food was in his bowl.

Everyone followed, greatly amused at the hung-up bitch, swinging under the massive animal, leaking fuck wherever she was taken. Where Bowser wandered, they all followed. When he went to the bathroom for a drink from the toilet, banging Heather's head against the rim, they busted up in fits of laughter.

Heather was a good sport about it and remained locked to the beast for twenty more minutes until the dick pulled out and returned to its sheath.

They took a break to watch the Brewer's film, Sarah's early birthday present.

The Brewers gave the film no setup, and when the men pulled the girl's tooth, everyone came unglued, even Sarah. When Don explained that it was a real snuff film and that the girl was going to die anyway, they were horrified. Don and Ellen were confused by their reaction, especially Sarah's.

John pulled the plug when Sarah cried, ‹FONT SIZE=6›"Stop it!"

Sue looked at the cringing couple and said, "Let me have everyone's attention."

She now addressed the group with the lights on. "Look, Sarah has rather bizarre fantasies that led her parents to believe she'd like this torture shit.

She's been telling them lies about me, about the way I treat Heather.

If you think I was spoiled, you don't know what spoiled is. Sarah has always gotten everything she wanted. They thought she wanted this. I think it's safe to say, she likes the fantasy, but the reality sucks."

Addressing Don and Ellen, Sue said, "I don't know what you paid for this garbage, but you wasted your money.

You should hand this film over to the police. Those people need to be stopped-the people who made it, the people who distributed it, and the guy who sold it. Where did you get that film?"

Don sheepishly said, "A man named Marty sold it to us. We've been buying porn from him."

Jack said, "Marty Buckley, a short, fat fucker with bad acne scars?"

"That's him."

"Hang that mother fucker."

Sarah said, "Do it, Daddy. Put him behind bars for my birthday."

Jack said, "Do it, Don. Marty will squeal like a pig. He'll lead the cops to those assholes."

Ellen said, "Let's do, Don. They're right.

We need to do the right thing."

Don pondered, then nodded. John Swenson handed him both films, glad to be rid of them. The mood was ruined, and they were all spent anyway. There was no point in continuing, so Sue saved the rest of her plans for another day. They all went their separate ways and Heather slept with her parents, just slept in a three-way cuddle, a happy little bitch, proud of her mommy and daddy-all right, mommy and big brother.

They all lived happily ever after. Well, all except Jenny. She couldn't make a complete adjustment to being the neighborhood bitch and slut, but it was serving the Lord and his fucking flock that pushed her over the edge. She serviced every male dog in the congregation along with the owners. Shortly after her performance, every family got at least one well-hung male dog, so we're talking over one hundred and fifty dogs, added to the twenty from the neighborhood that she serviced almost daily. The Elton's kennel alone had eight.

She came to dread the weekends, when lines formed at both ends of her body for hours on end. One day, six months later, one hundred and seventy dogs later, three thousand dog sucks and fucks later, eighty-nine men, thirty-eight boys, twenty-two-hundred human fucks later, after having sucked a gross of cunts and drank a swimming pool full of piss, after a fifty-five gallon drum of human and animal semen had been run through her body, four months pregnant with terrible morning sickness, she was gone-so was Ruff. She lived happily after that.

She always was a one-man woman, and Ruff always was a one-bitch mutt. She was missed, but the Dallas Cowbitches stepped in to take her place. Praise the Lord!