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(M+/F-teens, inc, bi, mast, oral, anal, beast) *** The Smedleys had a boarder living in the loft, a writer, an odd sort but he paid very well to have his meals brought to him. He was little trouble, little noticed, seldom seen, but the six-hundred dollars he paid in cash each month was. That money was a godsend to the Smedleys who had three teenage daughters all needing the things growing teenage daughters need just to stay abreast of other teenage daughters breasts. They went through bras like boys went through socks and would not wear each other's hand-me-downs. The oldest was Sarah at sixteen. The youngest, Karen, had just turned thirteen. Between them at fourteen was Josephine, named after her great aunt, an old fashioned name for a girl but everyone called her Jo. That was cool. Jo was the coolest of the three, the cutest of the three, the sexiest of the three, the most popular, and California-bound with stars in her eyes. She'd be a star or a Malibu beach bunny. She'd be one or marry one, and no one doubted that. Jo was a rare beauty and personality combination that thousand-dollar call girls tried to emulate. Her parents adored her. Even her siblings admired and looked up to her, though she was clearly Mom and Dad's favorite. The only rivalry in the Smedley home was between Karen and Sarah, and they competed for fairest of the fair after Jo, or Mom and Dad's number two. Sarah went for fairest of the fair after Jo after her boobs caught up with Jo in mass but not quality, so Karen went after Mom and Dad's second most favorite daughter. She couldn't do enough for her Mom, and she sat on Dad's lap and let him stroke her legs. Dad loved a soft, warm daughter butt and had a thing for girl's legs. Her Mom liked foot rubs, back rubs, calf massages, and someone willing to help out in the kitchen. As fine and friendly as Jo was, oddly, she was the only virgin in the house. Sarah had a boyfriend she was head over heels over. She'd been caught head over heels enough that everyone knew she was no virgin. Karen had been raped at the age of ten, then molested repeatedly for the next two years by the same man before being caught with his dick in her ass. He had to move out, but he only paid two-hundred for the loft. The Smedleys often asked themselves what they'd do if that had been a six-hundred dollar dick. They never spoke their thoughts out loud, but they all had them. They found out... nothing. Three months after Mr. X moved in, it was again Karen's turn to bring him his tray. The girls rotated turns delivering the evening meal. Mrs. Smedley delivered the breakfasts and lunches unless Karen were around. If Karen saw her Mom with a tray, she'd offer to do that for her Mommy. Karen went up, but didn't come down for over ninety minutes. When she did, she looked like she'd been sexually molested again. She was dressed and no semen ran down her legs, but she had that disheveled look and flush to her features like she'd been rode hard, then wiped down and sent on her way without a kiss. No one said anything, so she marched straight to the bathroom, stayed there an hour, then went straight to bed an hour early. No one bothered her, and no one discussed this. Alice and Jack Smedley turned in without discussing it. They had great sex like they did for days following the last time Karen had an adult dick in her little body, but they still didn't discuss why. After that, every third night, Karen went up and didn't come down for between one and two hours. Alice and Jack were always horny and having great sex. Jo got some great clothes. Sarah got to do her fucking in her bedroom. She took John by the hand and went there, just waiting for someone to say she couldn't fuck when her little sister could. Alice didn't say anything. Jack ignored them. Three weeks into the new order, Karen took her seventh tray up the stairs to a fucking. After Sarah and John were in Sarah's bedroom, Alice and Jack went to their bedroom. Jo sat alone doing homework at the dining table with fucking going on in three bedrooms, making her acutely aware of her virgin pussy. It wasn't fair. There was no one in the house she wanted to fuck, but it still wasn't fair that she had no one, or that she, the sexiest of the three, the fairest of the fair, Mom and Dad's favorite, wasn't getting any nookie - for weeks! She sat there steaming, giving off fumes from her crotch, thinking, "I could steal John away from Sarah with a wink and a shot of leg. I could even get Daddy to fuck me by sitting on his lap and letting him feel my soft ass with his hard dick. And why would that child molesting pervert pick Karen over me. She hardly has any tits at all. What does she have over me? It sure ain' t a tight pussy. If he wants tight pussy in this house, he needs to spread these sexy legs." She spread them just in time for the dog who had been attracted by the fumes. Her hand going for her pussy hit his broad nose. Dumb dog. The mutt, strong as an ox, had a head like a basket ball and breath like a pooh pooh choo choo. Dumb butt-licking mutt. She said, "Great, they all get humans. I get a dog. Damnit, Barney, get your nose out of there. I'm not your bitch, you dumb mutt. Barney, stop that! Don 't lick me there... Barney. [pulling the crotch aside] All right, you wanna lick my pussy, go ahead and lick it, but you're not getting any pussy off of this bitch... Oh, you like this pussy... figures, you drink out the toilet and lick your butt. [scooting to the edge, widening the spread] Here, do you want to lick my asshole, too? Oh, Barney, you pervert. You're as bad as that guy upstairs. You'll lick anything, won't you. Lick my pussy some more... umm, yes, wow, what a long tongue! I thought it was just broad. Ummm, feels like a slab of warm liver. I'm impressed, Barney. I hope you know you' re licking my cherry. I'm a virgin, you know. I'll bet you'd like to fuck a human virgin, wouldn't you? Is your dick getting hard? Do you want to fuck this pussy, boy?" Barney must have mistaken that for an invitation, because he suddenly jumped up and hugged her about the waist while driving eight inches of cock up her pussy in one lucky shot that went tearing right through her precious hymen, making Jo's eyes bug out. Jo was so stunned she couldn't yell much less speak. He knocked the breath out of her and was fucking her hard before she got it back. By then, she was well past being a virgin and in no shape to dislodge one-hundred and fifty pounds of locomotion lust with a tail and a death grip. She could speak, but had nothing to say. At least, she was getting some nookie. Jo was getting more nookie than she bargained for. Eight inches was just what he had in front of the knot. When the two inches of plum-size knot finally pushed past the tight entrance, two more inches followed and stayed as her tight pussy clamped down behind the knot. She didn't want it to, but it did, trapping all that cock inside - by her estimation, twelve inches with a lump in a ten- inch pussy without a lump receiver. That didn't stop him from humping the shit out of her, though. She didn't need that. She felt like cock would soon be emerging from her mouth, and then he climaxed and hosed her insides with puppy juice in short but rapid staccato jerks, making her feel like a bitch, a hung-up bitch. She tried to push him off after getting him off, but the effort hurt him. He let out one yelp and she stopped doing that. She didn't need anyone coming out to investigate Barney's yelping. She didn't need anyone coming out, period. She would never live this down and couldn't explain how they got that way. She wasn't sure herself. All she did was give him a lick. It wasn't like she spread her legs wide and said, "Do you want to fuck this pussy, boy?" Then she realized that was exactly what she did and said. She also realized that Barney understood more English than she thought, but didn't understand the concept of a rhetorical question. This was all bad enough but the mutt made it worse by licking her face. He loved licking face for some reason, and she hated that for obvious reasons. He licks his butt being the big one. He rarely had Jo in a position where he could get a lick, but he had her in a good one now and took full advantage. There was no avoiding his massive tongue. He thought the effort was a game, so she stopped fighting him and let him lick, saying, "All right, if it'll help your dick go down, lick my fa... unghh... ummn... nunga... naknug..." He licked inside her mouth while she was talking and wouldn't stop. He gagged her with tongue. She tried to eject him with hers. He began licking, but the action was so fast - out, then right back in - she had no time to seal her mouth for fear she'd bite his tongue. He was lapping slobber out of her mouth. Before long, she stopped fighting that, hoping that might make his dick go down. She opened wide, moved her tongue around, and soon realized she was French kissing with a fucking mutt who licks his butt and hers, too. Jo's evening was going from bad to worse, but got even worse just as his dick seemed to be able to ease out. It got hard again, and he started in with the moves again, dancing around, getting ready to start humping her again. They'd be fucking again only this time she was kissing him and didn't want to stop. Furthermore, her pussy wanted it and made moves of its own. In fact, her pussy made his dick hard again - dumb pussy. Jo was an active and eager partner in the second fuck, typical ex-virgin. She gave as good as she got and was spotted doing that by her parents who watched for a while then went right back to the bedroom with Jo being none the wiser, not that it would have mattered at that time. They could have all come and gathered around her, and she'd have still fucked back while French kissing the mutt. Afterward, she'd have been embarrassed, to be sure, like Karen was when she got caught, like Sarah used to get when she'd get caught, and that time Jo walked in the laundry room and caught her mother with a Maytag repairman's black dick in her white ass, her dress bunched into her armpits with her panties around her ankles. That was embarrassing, mostly because Jo thought it was rape, got him by the dick, and wouldn't let go. For a while, her hand rode a fuck and the back got wet with maternal pussy slobber. Her mom finally had to tell her that it wasn't rape and to please leave and shut the door. That was embarrassing for both of them, but they never talked about it. The Smedleys didn't talk about anything sexual. Jo thought she got away with bestiality and just in the nick of time. Sarah and John came out right after Barney did. They needed a drink and so did Barney. They went to the kitchen; Barney went to the toilet. They didn't notice his dick or her wet face bent over a text book open to the section on rhetorical questions - her assignment. Come up with five rhetorical questions and use them in a dialog. She could think of one but couldn't use it. When her parents came out, they acted like they hadn't seen her fucking the dog. That wasn't easy. Alice took an interest in Jo's assignment and had to ignore the wet face that Jo forgot about along with the mutt hairs sticking to her mouth and cheeks. Jack couldn't look her in the face without busting a gut and rolling on the floor. He went off to the living room and plopped down in his easy chair. Sarah and John went right back to her bedroom with sodas. No one said a word though that was a no no. You can fuck, but no food or drink in the bedrooms, except for Mister X. He, evidently, could do both. Jo thought she pulled one off and thought that was pretty cool until she went to piss and saw her face. That face told her that her mother knew, must have seen, and her silence as well as said, "Okay, now we both have something on each other. I let Negroes fuck me in the ass; you let dogs fuck you in the pussy. Now, we're even." Until Jo realized that was what her message was, she had been gripping the sink with white knuckles and a deep red face. Gradually, she relaxed and broke a smile. That was cool. They were cool. They were a cool mother and daughter, they were. Maybe they could joke about it or tease each other: Hey, Mom, that washer sounds funny. Maybe you should call the Maytag repair stud. or, Jo, Barney looks like he could use some exercise. Why don't you take him into your bedroom and give him a workout? or Mom, Maytag had to change their commercials because of you. Their repairmen aren't lonely anymore. or Jo, Barney keeps getting erections. Are you coming into heat? or Do you know what would look good on you, Mom - a big black buck with a twelve-inch cock. Josephine Ester Smedley, you little bitch! Go to your room and think about what you just said to me, and you'll sit there until I think you'll never say anything like that to me again. Now move! Jo shrugged and said to her reflection, "That's what would happen, all right. You always have to push it, don't you. Never satisfied with a little. A lick in the slit wasn't enough. You had to see if he'd lick your asshole. Well, you dumb bitch, I hope you're satisfied now. Your mother thinks you're a bitch... and... you have puppy juice running down your hind legs... fuck." While Jo was in the bathroom wiping puppy juice off her legs, Alice, Jack, John, and Sarah were in the living room. Sarah was seated on John's lap and she had no panties on. She wasn't too obvious, but did seem to want to see if they'd say anything. They didn't. They were Smedleys. John and Sarah were just about to get up to do more fucking when the door to the loft opened and Karen emerged. She was early this time, under one hour, a first. She trudged down the stairs and went to the kitchen instead of the bathroom, another first. She came out with a beer, went back upstairs, and into the room, yet another first. In addition to all these firsts, Karen didn't have her dress zipped up in back. The dress just hung on her and showed part of her bare ass and all of her bare back - no bra, no panties, and barefoot besides. Except for the dress which barely stayed on, she was naked. Karen would not have come down that way unless she was told to come down that way. She would have at least zipped up the dress. She was obviously told not to. John and Sarah didn't care, but Jack and Alice did. What did it mean. Alice finally had to say something. After John and Sarah went off to fuck, she said, "Jack, what do you make of that?" "Well, either he wanted a beer in a hurry, or he wanted to show us that he can fuck our daughter and we won't say shit about it." "I don't think he was in that big a hurry. She wasn't running." "No, she moved pretty slow like he might have said take your time." "What does he expect us to do?" "We're doing it... nothing." "Can we do nothing?" "We've been doing nothing. Karen understands the situation. Mister X isn't Max Henley. He is three Max Henleys. We can afford to toss out one Max Henley, but not three Max Henleys rolled into one. Look, if she couldn't handle this, we'd have heard her whining about it. She put up with Max's shit for two years without whining, and she sure didn't enjoy that ugly, smelly, old butt fucker." "She is whining, just not audible. Since he started doing this, she no longer offers to take his trays up for me. I take that back. Last weekend she did, but the look she gave me was, 'It's not that I want to get fucked, honest it's not. I just want to help you by taking his tray to him. Honest it is.' Anyway, I told her I'd handle the breakfasts and lunches." "That's not silent whining. What we're seeing is embarrassment. We all know she's putting out up there. She knows that we know, and we know that she knows we know. She feels like the family whore." "She is the family whore. By not relieving her of all tray duty, I as much said, 'You go up there and fuck him every third day, but you don't have to do more than that.' When he first assaulted her, I should have assumed all tray duty and kept those girls away from him - out of sight, out of mind. He gets so immersed in his writing, if he didn't see young pussy, he'd be no trouble. Let's face it. She's the family whore, and we're using her to keep him happy. He seems satisfied if we send up some little-girl pussy every third day." "All right, she's the family whore, but she doesn't have to feel bad about it. You need to take her aside and praise her." "I'm not going to praise her for being a whore. I'm her mother. You praise her." "I can't do that. That's a mother's place. At least tell her about Jo. That'll make her feel better." Alice broke into a big smile and quietly said, "Jo knows that I know. She does now. She does if she looked in the mirror, and she never passes a mirror without looking." "Jo, a fucking bitch. That's fucking beautiful, and damn can that bitch put a fucking on a mutt." "Hold your voice down. She could be coming down the hall. She knows that I know but she doesn't know that you know and she knows I wouldn't tell you. If she knew that you knew she'd be crushed. Don't ever look at her like she' s a bitch." "I'll try, but if I see that mutt looking at her with love-struck eyes and a hardon, I'm busting a gut." "I hate to tell her, but you don't play the bitch for a dog like Barney then expect to cut him off when you don't want to play. They don't understand the concept. Once a bitch, always a bitch." "As it should be. We can't have her tormenting our dog. We should take away her panties and keep her in dresses." "Barney will not get that girl to wear pants, and he just might get her out of her panties. Let nature take its course. He's doing fine so far without any help from us. How about that Sarah showing us her pussy?" "That's a damn fine pussy, her finest feature. If I knew she'd show me her pussy after fucks, she could have been banging the boy all along." "I doubt she'll show us her pussy after every fuck, but I wouldn't be surprised if she did. She is certainly feeling her oats and her newfound sexual freedom. I wouldn't be surprised to see those two start walking around naked." "They are certainly welcome to. Hell, he can fuck her on my lap." Alice got up, took his hand, and tugged, saying, "If you're going to talk like that, you come with me." He came. Jo entered the living room in time to see their asses go behind a bedroom door again. Once again, she found herself alone with everyone else fucking... not actually alone. Barney was there. He came up from behind and began licking her behind like he owned it. She knew she had a problem and panties would have helped. Her soggy pair were in the laundry hamper. She would have put on another pair, but Sarah and John were fucking in her bedroom. She didn't know why but they were. Barney now thought she was his bitch and she didn't know how to tell him she wasn't. Dropping to her all fours didn't convey that message. It did reinforce the notion that she was and only needed a few good licks between the legs to get her in a mating position. Jo figured she had time to squeeze in a quickie, but she didn't figure he'd hit the wrong hole. Her first experience led her to believe his aim was better, when the truth was he was lucky to hit any hole on a first stab. More experience would reveal that fact, and more experience seemed in the offing, like it or not. Jo didn't want her butt fucked, but Jo got her butt fucked, and a dog's third mating is no quickie. For fifteen minutes, he humped her ass, then stayed hung in her ass for another five. Her mother came out after three, walked up, and said, "Christ, Jo, if you want me to help hide this, try hiding it yourself. Hell, take it outside, but don't do this in a family area unless you want to bring this thing of yours out into the open. I can't imagine you wanting that, but it's your life, your reputation. We can live with a bitch if you can wear the label. John is here. If he sees this, it'll be all over school by noon tomorrow. "I may be old fashioned, but I'm thinking this wouldn't be cool. I know you'll be off to California the day after you graduate, and you don't care what anyone around here thinks, but I know you like being cool. Now, I'll go stall your father. You get Barney off you and get decent. At least put some panties on. You don't have to. If you want to look and act like a bitch in heat, that's fine with me. I'm sure that would be fine with everyone. I know Barney would like that. You have five minutes, no more." Jo had her head hung between stiff arms, wishing she were anywhere but a family area with a mutt up her ass and no panties on, looking like a bitch in heat. Whatever possessed her to kneel in a traffic pattern. She knew the answer to that - a god damn, warm, slab-of- liver tongue - fucking mutt. Jo realized she made a big problem bigger by reinforcing a dog's nasty habit. She wondered if there were any point in trying to hide "her thing," not if Barney could drop her with a lick. She wasn't sure panties would make a difference. Jeans would help, but no way was she putting her sexy legs in pants, hot pants, maybe, but then he'd lick her bare legs and she'd have to take them off. His dick came out and she was free, free to decide what to do. She stood and looked at him licking his shitty dick, shook her head and said, "If you want to kiss me, stop doing that... yuck." She felt like she needed to poop, so she went off to try, though she knew any poop was packed way up there around the colon bend. She sat on the toilet and waited. She wondered what her mom did. She wondered if they could talk about it: Mom, how do you unpack your ass after you commit adultery? I take a good healthy shit before I commit adultery, dear. Suppose you never know which hole he's going to pick? I have one hole for Jack and one for adultery. With bestiality, there's two and it's pot luck. Yes, I suppose it is. I guess you'll need more fiber in your diet if you're going to be a good bitch for Barney. Jo didn't care much for shredded wheat, but a big bowl sounded good at that moment. When Jo entered the living room after thirty minutes on the crapper, she saw her mom and dad talking with John and Sarah. This time, Sarah wore only panties. John wore only pants. She was not on John's lap. She was up and about, showing off in panties, showing off her fair titties. Jo felt like hauling her set out and showing her showoff ass up. That would plop her ass down on John to keep him from getting up and onto his knees in a begging position. Jo came and sat across near her parents on the love seat next to John. Sarah didn't like that. She hopped on John and took possession of both hands, placing her bare feet in Jo's lap. Jo pushed them off, looked to her Mom, and said, "Is Karen still up there?" "Yes, it has now been two hours and fifteen minutes, but she has been down twice for beers." "Is she drinking beer, now?" "No, the beer is for Mister X." Sarah said to Jo, "She has become quite the little whore." Jo said, "She looks up to her big sister and wants to be like you." If Karen had said that, there would be a cat fight or shouting match, but Sarah never fought with Jo. She was sure Jo would one day be a big movie star or be married to one. She idolized Jo and treated her like royalty. Jo could do no wrong. She kissed up to Jo worse than Karen kissed up to her parents, so when Jo said this, Sarah smiled and said, "It's nice having someone look up to you." Jo said, "Then be nice to her, because she's the only one, and she has done you a big favor unless you like doing it in the garage." "I'm being nice to her. She did me and John a big favor. We like doing it in a bed." "Which reminds me. Why were you doing it in my bed?" That put Sarah on the spot, because the reason was she felt closer to Jo while lying in her bed. She could smell Jo while getting fucked. The room reeked of the scent of Jo. The room was Jo. Everything about that room was Jo, and the bed was where Jo's nude body rested. Sarah had a bad case of the Jos and was not good at coming up with a good lie off the top of her head. She was stumped, but her mom saved her...or buried her, by saying, "Your bed is you, Jo. Let's just leave it at that, okay." That did explain it, and Jo suspected as much. She had no desire to humiliate Sarah. She was just curious. To ease tension and Sarah's humiliation, Jo brought Sarah's legs back to her lap and began massaging them and the feet. All tension and embarrassment instantly drained from Sarah as she entered heaven and went limp as a rag doll, falling back, tits-up on John's lap. John placed one hand on a tit and sent the other into her panties. What the hell, she was a whore. They all agreed on that. No one said anything, so he tried to work the panties down. Sarah wouldn't lift until she felt Jo's hands at the waist band. Jo took them off and went back to massaging. She massaged while watching John finger fuck a whore. That was the kind of thing Jo did that made everyone adore her. Her parents beamed with pride and snuggled, watching their favorite child give an excellent leg massage to a fair whore with their name - The Smedley girls: two fair whores and one excellent bitch - proud parents, and getting horny again. These Smedley girls were killing them. Jo knew and gave them a warm smile. She also knew that her father knew, and he knew that she knew he knew. It was in his smile and in hers, too. Her father was okay with it. Her mother didn't mind. Sarah would worship her no matter what she did. John would love to watch her fuck anything if it would mean seeing her naked, or part naked, or seeing any part he hadn't already drooled on. Karen would love to have someone take the attention off of her, and she was like Sarah, a sister worshiper, only she didn't have the Jos as bad as Sarah did. Karen would steal soiled Jo panties from the hamper, but would not dig through the bathroom garbage for used Jo tampons, gift wrapped in toilet paper. Jo didn't know what Sarah did with them, and didn't want to know, but she knew she was gift wrapping her bloody tampons for Sarah. She felt like placing her gifts on Sarah's pillow to spare her the indignity of digging through garbage for them. Sarah would not be insulted; she'd be thrilled by the thoughtful act of kindness. Sarah wanted Jo to know and was obvious about it. Jo often saw Sarah retrieve her gift, but her mother wouldn't understand that act of kindness. That would seem a bit odd, difficult to explain, and raise the obvious question, "What does she do with them?" Jo didn't know, didn't want to know, and was afraid her mother would know and tell her, so she didn't lay the bloody rags on a pillow. She laid them neatly on top of trash, instead. It's the thought that counts. John would blab all over school, but he had no credibility. He still couldn't get anyone to believe he was fucking Sarah. They'd laugh in his face if he told a Jo and the dog story, and Sarah would say it was a lie and be pissed that he said such awful things. The only other person to consider was a child molester they never saw and who never saw much outside his loft. He'd probably never know, and if he did, who gives a rat's ass. He fucks little girls and probably writes stories about it and shares them with other perverts in other lofts with other girls bringing them food and pussy. Now that Jo had a chance to really think this through, she realized that her problem was no problem. She and Barney could be lovers, openly, out in the openly, in family areas and traffic patterns. Who would object to her mating with an animal? Who wouldn't want to watch a dog fuck her? Who wouldn't want to see her French kissing with a shaggy mutt? Why would anyone tell her to stop teasing the dog with her naked pussy? Where else can a girl fuck a dog if not in her own home in front of her own family? She realized all this while stroking Sarah's wet inner thighs, and also realized she had come up with five rhetorical questions, but five she couldn't use for Freshman English. Why, she wondered, do all good rhetorical questions relate to fucking dogs, and why is my hand so fucking wet? No one knows the answer to the first mystery, but her hand was so fucking wet because John was pulling slit slobber out of Sarah and wiping it on thigh flesh in advance of Jo's hand. Real cute. Jo went to get some to wipe on his grinning face. While getting some from the source, it suddenly dawned on Jo that this marked the first time she ever had her hand between Sarah's legs. The first clue came when Sarah moaned, opened up her legs, and lifted into the hand. The cunt seemed desperate for more. Jo was in a fix. She had a nice sloppy hand to get John good with, but she'd have to abandon a sister in need to do it. Jo being Jo took care of her sister. She began working the clit though she felt queer doing it, didn't want to do it, and didn't want to even more as Sarah went wild and began writhing all over, making things difficult. Jo hated to give smiling John the satisfaction of watching her play with her sister's pussy, but what John thought or saw meant nothing. What her parents saw and thought meant something, and this lesbo sister action was aimed right at them. They had a real good view, especially when Sarah threw her right leg up on the back of the love seat and dropped the left to the floor and out to the extreme, making a splits-wide beaver that could piss and hit both parents with a little hip action. Jo sat to the side offering a clear view of the beaver and the hand action. She soon realized that both parents either loved seeing Sarah's pussy or her hand working it, possibly both. They seemed thrilled by this queer development. At first, Jo wanted to hurry and get Sarah off, but on seeing the interest in her parent's faces, she slowed down and brought her other hand into play, sending fingers up the hole. They loved that but not as much as Sarah did. She cried in ecstasy. Jo now masturbated Sarah the way Jo masturbated Jo and it looked mighty vulgar and got awfully messy. Sarah was flip-flopping all around and had to be restrained by John so that Jo could fuck her. Jo fucked her good, made her cum like a busted radiator hose, then topped off this exhibition by putting her face in it and sticking her tongue up it. She figured eating pussy was no worse than fucking a mutt. Nothing could hold Sarah for that. She was just getting over one orgasm when another hit. The whole engine blew. Jo ate pussy through that orgasm and another ten minutes later while everyone leaned in, pulled themselves up, or craned necks to watch. She lapped, probed, licked, and sucked Sarah's snatch. She did all the things she thought real lesbians do to include wallowing in a cunt. She came away from that crotch looking like she had been French kissing with Barney. This time, she had pubic hairs stuck to her face. She looked funny. Jack tried not to laugh. Her mother said, "Go wash your face, Jo. Your sister is shedding." Jo got up, went to the bathroom, looked in the mirror - indeed, she was. Jo thought that was pretty cool of her mom - your sister is shedding - good use of bitch metaphor, another sign of their bond. Cool. She tried to think of black dick metaphors while washing her face. All she could think of was black python, but how to use it in a sentence that wouldn't clue her father. When Jo returned to the group, she knew what her sister was going to say and she said it: I want to do you, now. Jo politely declined. Sarah begged and pleaded. John begged and pleaded. Her father said, "Oh, go on, Jo. You see how badly she wants it. You can't possibly be shy with a body like yours. Go on, let your hair down, relax, you're among family. Let Sarah eat your pussy." And her mother added, "It's just us and the dog, Jo. You don't mind if Barney sees you naked, do you?" That was a lousy metaphor but it did the trick. Jo said while reaching for the zipper on her skirt, "Fine, I'll let her eat my pussy, and I'm not bashful, especially not in front of Barney." Once naked, she stopped at Barney, squatted, and placed her wide beaver in his muzzle, while roughing up his tired head, saying, "I'm not bashful with you, am I boy... no her not... her's not bashful one tiny bit with you." He gave her cunt a good sniffing and a few courtesy licks, but he didn't want to start anything with this bitch who obviously did. That demonstration left Sarah and John looking to each other with expressions that said, "She sure ain't bashful around Barney." Jo made her point then stood ready to make another. Her father said, "Lie back on John's lap exactly the way Sarah was." Jo shrugged. This was John's lucky day, but Sarah appeared to be the most excited. Jo sat and laid back, placed her legs out and got a face in her beaver. John's hands took her by the tits, and Barney padded over to lick her face. She didn't want to make that many points, but the licking going on at both ends of her body, along with John's handy work on breast flesh and nipples, changed her mind. They were soon kissing and thrilling everyone. Kissing made Barney horny and that became evident as he tried to climb over her with a fully erect cock hanging out of the sheath. That cock and the back end of Barney were crowding Sarah. After accidentally licking Barney's cock for the third time, Sarah whined, "Mom, get Barney out of here. He's trying to fuck her while I'm trying to eat her. I keep licking his damn dick." "Maybe that's why he's trying to fuck her. Why don't you get out of the way?" "What, and let Barney fuck Jo!" "You could stay there and lick them while they fuck. It's up to you, but he is determined to fuck her, and she obviously wants him to." Sarah thought, saw the truth in her mother's outlandish words, then eased out so the horny mutt could fuck the horny bitch. Barney eased in, got centered, and got in the right hole thanks to John. Now, John had a story to tell. Jo Smedley fucked a big dog right on his lap, fucked him good, too. They even French kissed while they fucked. John was tickled pink until he realized he'd never be able to peddle that line of bullshit and all this was just going to get his lap wet with mutt fuck. Still, it was pretty neat, and Jo was naked on his lap. No one would believe that, either. Still, Jo was naked on his lap getting fucked by a mutt. He believed it. They all believed it, and they all included Karen who entered the group unnoticed though she was stark naked with cum running down both legs and some in her hair. Mister X wanted a light for his cigarette. Jack lit it, handed it back to her, and went back to watching Jo get fucked. Mister X's cigarette burned down to the filter in Karen's fingers. They were now finished, but Karen had no cigarette to bring to Mister X. Alice saw the problem, reached for her pack, lit one, handed it to Karen, and said, "Take him that. It's a menthol, but that's all I've got. If he doesn't want that, bring one of his and I'll light it for him." "Can I take the lighter? There's more in the junk drawer." "No, if he wanted a lighter, he'd have sent you for a lighter. He just wanted to send you. We got the message, now go deliver ours unless you don't want to. You don't have to, Karen. You don't have to do anything. We can get by without Mister X's money, we just can't get by well. We owe you for what you've done so far, and we're all very grateful, but we don't expect you to do this for us." Barney had just dismounted and wandered off. Jo had been watching this exchange. She remained sprawled on John's lap. With Barney gone, John went for the pussy, got three fingers in, and amused himself with the mess. He still played with the titties. He had both hands full as Jo called Karen over. Karen came up and looked Jo over, especially in the crotch area. Jo took her hand to get her attention. Karen looked to the other end of Jo as Jo said, "Don't do this so that I can have nice things. I wouldn't want them at your expense. If you want to serve the family, I think that's fine, just don't do this for me alone. I want to second everything Mom said. We owe you for what you've done so far. I'm proud of you. I'm very proud, and you don't need to go back up there to make me any prouder. Now, Sarah has something she'd like to tell you, don't you Sarah?" Sarah got up off the arm of the love seat, came up, and got down on her knees and hugged Karen around the waist, laying her cheek on Karen's mound with lips touching Karen's lips. Karen looked down on that sight with eyes of wonder, then astonishment as her sister turned her head inward and planted a kiss right on the lips, a French kiss, three in a row to a fucked pussy - WOW! Sarah planted the kisses, then disengaged and sat back on her heels, taking both of Karen's hands in both of hers, saying, "I owe you more than anyone. Now, I can be a whore in my own home and be accepted as a whore. You're not the whore, Karen. I am. I'd love to be serving Mister X the way you do, but he picked you over me. You're prettier, sexier, cuter, and younger, but you're no whore. Maybe that's why he picked you over me. He obviously doesn't want a whore. I will always look up to you, Karen, even if I have to get down on my knees to do it." Alice was crying and Jack was tearing up. John stopped fucking around and just sat there. Karen looked like a new girl, full of pride and pleasure, absent all shame. She pulled Sarah up and hugged her, hugged her tight. They both hugged each other tight. Their war was over forever. Karen looked up, their eyes met, and they kissed, not sexually, softly, a the-war-is-over kiss, and then they eased apart. Karen stubbed out what was left of the cigarette, took another from her Mom' s pack, boldly lit it herself, puffing it to a cinder, coughing, then she looked around to one and all, finally to the parents and said, "I'm going back up, but I may be coming right back down again. I don't think he likes menthols." She left but paused at the stairs, turned, and said, "I'll deliver all of his meals from now on, except when I'm in school. I'll also bring him whatever he wants from now on, or if he just wants my pussy, I'll bring him that, too. I'll keep him here paying rent." She went half way up, paused, turned, looked to Sarah, and said, "And Sarah, I'm the whore. You do it for free. I'm only doing this for the money. I'm the whore. I just want to get that straight. As for looking up to me, that's fine when I'm going up or down stairs, but if we are on level ground, you are my big sister and you'll always be my big sister no matter how tall I get. I'll always look up to you even when you get down on your knees. [she headed back up, paused, turned] Especially when you get on your knees. [she took three steps and turned] That was really neat what you did. I really really like the way you kiss and where you kiss. [with her hand on the door knob] You do owe me." With that said, she entered the room. Everyone downstairs was smiling. Jo got up and had to pry John's hands off of and out of her body. Sarah helped, then helped wipe Jo. Sarah wiped very well and dried with her tongue. She had a bad case of the Jos. Sarah finally had to be pried off so that Jo could sit on her Daddy's lap the way she used to, though she never used to do that naked. She placed her legs in her mother's lap, but only after Alice patted her lap indicating that she wanted them there. And there she sat, hugging her daddy around the neck, feeling his dick get hard the way it used to while her mother massaged legs like she never used to, all the way to the crotch, mostly in the crotch. Jo said to her daddy, "You know, if Mom would look the other way, you could be my first human." Before he could say anything, Alice said, "Don't I get to watch? I let you watch me and the Maytag repairman." Jo laughed and said, "All right, Mother, you get to watch... for two minutes, no more." "That's not fair. You got to watch him fuck my ass for at least five minutes." "I'm sure it seemed like five minutes to you. Seemed like thirty seconds to me... all right, you can watch Daddy fuck me for five minutes and you can play with his cock and my pussy while he's fucking me. We may as well even the score." "That's all well and good, but I'm afraid he's down for the count." "Not according to my butt, he's not." Jack said, "Your mother is right. It's up, but it's a standing dead man." "All right. I'll take a rain check." Her mother was getting into playing with pussy, not masturbating, just playing, feeling, exploring, amusing herself, so Jo gave her a good spread and settled back in her Father's arms to watch along with him. When Jo did that, Alice got serious, placed one of Jo's legs behind her back and moved the other out more, making a splits-wide beaver that she used both hands on. She still wasn't masturbating Jo, just playing intently and effectively without shame or inhibition while Jack played with his daughter's remarkable titties. It was like she offered herself up as a little sex doll for them, and they accepted the offer. They expected Karen to come right back down but she didn't come down for ten minutes. When she did, she was naked with a face full of runny cum, holding another unlit cigarette. She came over and handed the cigarette to her mother, saying, "You better light it. If I put it to my lips it'll get soggy." Alice took the cigarette and reached for the lighter while saying, "So, he jacked-off on your face. Is that a first?" "No hardly, and I think he wants you to see this." She turned and showed her butt and what was written on the left cheek: I FUCKED YOUR LITTLE GIRL. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT? Alice read that while lighting the cigarette, then said, "Kinky bastard." Karen faced her parents again and said, "You should raise his rent. He's loaded. He has uncashed checks just lying around, some for over a thousand. He's nuts about me. He'd pay through the nose." Alice said, "Turn around and bend over. Jack, hand me a pen." Alice wrote in capital letters to match his, only she used the other cheek and wrote: RAISE YOUR RENT Karen felt what she wrote, stood, and smiled, took the cigarette, and went up. She came down with something written over her pussy: HOW MUCH? Alice wrote on the inner thighs while Karen made a splits-wide beaver on the coffee table, $1000 with the $10 on the right inner thigh and the 00 on the left, pussy in the middle. Off she went, and back and forth she went, serving as a communication medium with her body serving as a note pad. TOO MUCH. TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT. SHE'S ONLY WORTH $800. HER ASSHOLE ALONE IS WORTH $800. I DON'T FUCK HER ASSHOLE. MY COCK IS TOO BIG. IS YOUR COCK TOO BIG TO FIT IN HER MOUTH? MY COCK FITS IN YOUR DAUGHTER'S MOUTH JUST FINE. THEN I STICK BY $1000. HER PUSSY AND HER MOUTH ARE EASILY WORTH THAT. CAN I KNOCK HER UP AND KEEP HER KNOCKED UP? This, they had to discuss, but Karen said she'd bear him a bastard if they could get a grand out of him. Alice wrote on her belly: NOT IF YOU FUCK HER IN THE MOUTH OR JACKOFF IN HER FACE. IF YOU WANT HER TO GET PREGNANT, FUCK HER IN THE PUSSY AND CUM THERE. YOU GOT A DEAL WHERE'S THE REST OF MY RENT? YOU OWE FOUR HUNDRED OR STOP FUCKING HER UNTIL THE FIRST. Karen came down looking like a Greyhound bus station bathroom wall with bills rolled up and stuffed in her pussy. She came up to her mother and bowed her legs. Alice took the bills - four hundred - not bad. She smiled and said, "Karen, you did great." "Yeah, but look at me. I can't go to school looking like this. Dirty books aren't allowed in school." Alice went back to fingering Jo's wide spread, not finger fucking, more a sensual massage of the internal organs, while saying, "Tomorrow is Friday. You can stay home. By Monday, you'll be good as new. Just don't show anyone your pussy or they'll know how much it rents for. I laid that on rather thick. I think you'll wear your price tag for a week or more. I might even touch it up. I enjoyed placing a price tag on your sexy pussy." Karen watched several fingers massaging Jo's liver while saying, "Great! Keep touching it up. I'll wear it for as long as you like. I think I'll stay naked until Monday morning." Jack said, "We wish you would, and keep reminding us what you rent for. Makes my dick hard." Jo said, "You'll be fun to read and re-read. Sarah will kiss a thousand dollar pussy until her lips turn blue." Sarah was on John's lap making out but listening. On hearing this, she broke a kiss to say, "I sure will. Bring that grand pussy over here." Karen stayed put, still staring at Jo's pussy as she said, "She'd kiss your pussy till her lips bled. You have a ten-thousand dollar pussy between your legs, Jo. I'd kiss your pussy even after Barney had his dick in it." Jo reached out to place a hand on Karen's cheek, saying, "You are so sweet... and sticky." Karen laughed as Jo wiped her sticky palm on her father's slacks. Karen went back up to the room, but stopped by Sarah for a pussy French kiss, three in a row. The Smedleys became a decadent lot in a very short time, but that is bound to happen when you combine need, greed, money, four pussies, three dicks, and a dog under one roof. They weren't going to sit there wishing or licking their butts. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 69