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                                Fish or Cut Bait
                                By: Phil Phantom

                                HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com

Bert finally crossed the line by combining unthinkable and unforgivable with
detestable and degenerate, tossing in abandonment while he went off on a
thirty-day, life-long-dream - a bass fishing expedition through the Redneck
Riviera, and he did that with the family's summer vacation money, earmarked
for a full week at Walt Disney World, leaving a stunned wife and four
confused kids stranded at home with a very lucky, very horny, very black
male who won the stunned wife, Dolly, in a poker pot. He didn't actually win
her. He won a three-year lease of her womb.

After quickly explaining what he did, how he lost holding four queens with
an ace kicker, how he had to decide between handing over the title to the
bass boat forever or Dolly's womb on a three-year lease, and how tough that
was to decide, after warning the kids to obey the nigger and ignore their
mother, pausing to give each a personal warning with the last longest pause
given to their wide-eyed sixteen-year-old daughter.

Breann's warning, which amounted to a threat that if he didn't receive
glowing praise about her conduct, her willingness to do anything to help
Toby collect on his winnings, he would personally devote his life to making
her life a teenage girl hell on Earth, ending that threat with a lengthy
kiss and groping feel while Dolly fought like a bound and gagged mountain
lion in the burly arms of one great big fucking nigger with a hardon.

Daddy left no doubt as to what he meant by glowing praise for doing
anything, leaving the girl weak in the knees, wet in the thighs, and
cross-eyed as he waved good-bye. After a six minute kiss, Breann looked like
a cheerleader who rode in the back of the game bus for six hours, at night,
on the wrong bus, headed the wrong way, with the wrong team that lost their
homecoming game 46 - 3. With her panties at her ankles and one tit hanging
out, she waved bye bye to a door like a Disney animatron with a weak
battery.

Right after that, Dolly was stripped naked and raped, not just in front of
her kids, but with the aid of her four kids, one girl and three boys.
Without their help, Toby would never have gotten in. With their help, he got
in and enjoyed her in every position he could think of. The kids each had
assigned limbs to control, with the two most capable being assigned legs.
Breann had the right leg. Fifteen-year-old Bert Jr. had the left. The
thirteen-year-old twins, Jeff and John, had arms - didn't matter which -
twin arms, twin boys. Toby couldn't tell them apart anyway, and wasn't good
at figuring left from right when facing a person.

Dolly suffered through every mother's worst nightmare, though no mother
could even imagine the degree of humiliation, or exposure, or helplessness.
Whenever she could, she fought and did manage to hurt Toby several times,
but when she couldn't hurt him, she didn't waste her strength trying. The
kids eventually became good at protecting Toby. Dolly didn't fault the kids,
nor fault them for coming to enjoy their roles as assistant rapists, which
they did try to hide, but was most obvious on the boys.

Even Breann, the last to join in and least enthusiastic, the one most
responsible for Toby's injuries, became quite good at controlling her
assigned limb. She got into the spirit after Toby gave her the task of
shaving her mother's pussy bald while he took control of the right leg.
After that, if that right leg even looked like it wanted free, Breann was
not the least hesitant to bring her claws into play on the most tender area
of inner thigh flesh right next to hairless pussy. That was also where her
hand gripped during the tricky position changes. That helped a lot.

Dolly didn't blame the kids, and Breann least of all. She knew her father
was dead serious. He didn't make idle threats, and now that she was past the
awkward stages of puberty, out of braces and into a snug-fitting 34-C bra,
now able to date, able to drive, and had a full dance card with all the
greatest guys wanting a dance, she was not about to risk her father getting
anything less than glowing praise. Sorry, Mom, but I have to do this. Dolly
had to keep reassuring Breann that she understood perfectly, especially
after receiving a painful injury at Breann's hands, which also attacked
breasts if the twins needed help.

With constant reassurances, and after accepting her mother's sincerity,
Breaan stopped making apologies after every attack, and only apologized for
the excruciating agony brought on by a cunt attack. She still received her
reassurances, but that was hardest to believe and impossible to accept.
Still, it was sometimes necessary to inflict real pain and suffering.
Sometimes, you have to go for the cunt and squeeze the piss out of it, which
digging in with the nails always did. Those grips brought tears to the eyes
and the pussy.

Within a matter of hours, Breann went from being the weakest link to being
the enforcer. She had the equipment for the role and knew exactly how and
where to hurt a girl. The boys didn't have the heart to hurt their mom, then
again, they only faced an ass whipping, nothing new there. Breann's ass was
on the line. She should have to do it. Toby couldn't. He was no rapist, but
he did want his prize. He won it fair and square. He didn't even like
lending his strength. He wouldn't even hurt her right back after she hurt
him bad right where he lives.

Toby applied his efforts into winning Dolly over so that she wouldn't need
to be held and hurt. He always tended her injuries with tender kisses and
massage until the angry red dents made by nails weren't so angry or red. He
even licked a pissy-wet pussy. He kissed her tears away and tried his best
to make her smile. He tried even harder to make her like his twelve-inch,
wrist-thick cock. He wasn't about to hurt her with that. He took six hours
to give her every inch, and the slightest sign of discomfort made him stop
and start over. After she could take a hard fucking with no discomfort, he
tried that, hoping a hard fucking would make her like it and make her cum.
He tried like hell to make her cum. The enforcer was the only one who could
do that and made the effort look easy. She had a way with the clit and knew
exactly how to work it or threaten it.

Not long after Breann stopped all apologies, her frustration with Toby burst
forth in a lengthy speech that Dolly would remember word for word for the
rest of her life, easily the most exciting speech she ever sat through with
her legs spread wide, or closed, or standing.

Breann said, "Toby, she is never going to like it, or let you do anything
without being restrained. I know my Mom. If she ever gets free, she'll go
straight to the cops. Forget trying to win her over. That'll never happen,
never in a million years, but keep her under control until Dad gets back, he
can keep her in line. You'll be safe, then. He can control her, and so can
I, now. My job is to make you happy and ignore her. I can do my job. You can
never make her cum no matter what you do, but I can. If you want her to cum,
just tell me. I'll make her cum for you. She'll cum or she'll bleed, and she
doesn't want to bleed, not there. She'd much rather cum. You won her fair
and square. Just tell us what you want, how you want her, and just do it the
way you want. We'll see that she honors the terms of the wager. This is your
pussy, Toby, and I want you to enjoy your pussy to the fullest. That's my
job. Dad made that my job."

Breann then took hold of Toby's hard cock for the first time, reverently
holding and stroking while saying, "I can make you happy if you'll let me,
and I don't care what she thinks. I don't care what she sees, and I don't
care what she feels if she wants to keep up this pissy attitude. I'll make
her piss if she wants it that way. I don't mind if she pisses in my clenched
fist. If thats the way she wants to piss, fine, she won't need to sit on a
toilet for a whole month. My fist will be her toilet. When she's all through
pissing, I'll shove my fist up her cunt and make her cum on it if that would
make you smile or make your beautiful black cock hard. My job is keeping
this cock hard. That was the message I got, and she got it, too. She knows I
can do it, too. You won't have to hold me, and I'm not a baby like she is.
I'll cum for you. I'll cum real good for you. I don't care what she thinks.
I don't care what she sees. I want her to see this..."

With that, Breann went down and took as much black cock in her mouth as she
could. To do that, she had to pull it right out of her mother's cunt. This
would have been great had that not freaked Toby out. He stopped her by
pushing her head off of his dork. The speech was wasted on him. He went
right back to doing it his way. Breann wanted to scream.

For three days, Toby did his best while Breann did her best. They remained
at odds, but between both methods, Dolly came under control and could be
trusted to wander free, even to dress because she agreed to undress on her
own when told to undress. She still had to be restrained for any sex play,
but was no longer a threat. She just wouldn't lend herself to any sexual
purpose if free to do otherwise, so the limbs needed to be managed, not so
much controlled.

Thinking that him touching Breann or Breann touching him upset the mother,
there was none of that. Breann had to be constantly reminded, though he did
allow her to handle the cock. She had to be allowed to do her job, and she
was very good at keeping his dick hard. She had remarkable hands, but it
wasn't until Dolly agreed that her father did mean that, and she must be
allowed to do her job, that he turned the dick over to her most capable
hands. He even allowed some sucking, but was sure her father didn't expect
her to suck him off.

Dolly disagreed and Breann strongly disagreed. She knew exactly what her
father meant. It was in his kiss. He wanted her to go all the way and offer
fertile and unprotected pussy. She was positive. Dolly wasn't sure but
didn't doubt it. She also saw that in his kiss. He seemed to want Breann
pregnant and came very close to getting her pregnant in a kiss - very close.

He got the pussy wet - very wet. His cum ran to her heels while the kiss
still went on. Some had to have gone inside, at least one good squirt, maybe
more. Clearly, most was discharged on the outside while trying feverishly to
get it on the inside. Breann helping didn't help. She only made a bigger
mess before she could get it all in right at the very end. Even then, she
tried like hell to get it up again, but Dolly could have told Breann to give
it up. Her daddy was a one-shot cannon. Breann soon discovered that on her
own, and discovered that you can't fuck a limp noodle. You can, however,
kneel and suck it good-bye and get a slight rise.

Breann also discovered that Toby was anything but a one-shot cannon,
anything but a noodle even when soft and swinging. Her daddy had a dick, but
Toby had a cock. She clearly preferred cock, and preferred them in jet black
soaked in pussy juice. She never sucked a dick that didn't first get dipped.
For this operation following an order to strip, Toby sat in a dining chair
with Breann kneeled at his side, Dolly standing. This was one sexual act
that Dolly needed no limb management for and would thoroughly dip a dick to
the balls until she received the tap to get off and out of the way.

Breann showed no inhibitions about licking pussy slobber off a big black
dick. Her first order of business was licking the shaft clean before doing
any sucking. She loved pussy-flavored cock. Dolly loved giving one that rich
pussy flavor. She always stood close by, ready to give the cock another good
dip, rubbing the clit to get the pussy well lubricated. No one told her she
had to do that - or that she couldn't do what obviously needed to be done -
or let Breann know when she was beginning to drip.

They did a lot of that on day three because Toby could see how much Dolly
liked that kind of sex. She would make herself cum and took the loads that
resulted in too much of that sort of sex. She would even try to make herself
cum with him, if not with him, then shortly after him, and with the kids
hanging on her thighs watching her masturbate and have an orgasm. During
that type of sex, Dolly had zero inhibitions - before, during, or after -
and was in no hurry to get off the spent dick after her orgasm. She always
went for another with his softening dick still deep inside, never too soft
to stay if she didn't pull off to far to give the kids a better look.

She not only lost all inhibitions, she became a vaginal exhibitionist, not
that they hadn't seen all that she wanted to show, but it was much better
when she opened up the lips and showed all. That was Mom being nasty and
vulgar. That was very special, plus that was their mom getting her own self
pregnant. That was neat, really neat. They found a way to make her be a good
sport and they owed that all to Breann.

This technique proved so successful and effective, they grew confident that
she wouldn't run from them and go tell. Breann became the most confident.
She became positive, but Toby wasn't sure. He didn't go along with a test
until early on day four. He still wasn't all that confident and didn't like
the test at all. Sending her out to the market by herself was too risky.
That was crazy. He finally went along with that crazy idea, but he went
away, too, and would only come back if Breann called to give the all clear.
The test went perfectly and the call came from Dolly who had her cunt in
Breann's fist, tearfully begging him to come back while taking a lengthy
piss.

By the time Breann came on the line, Dolly knelt in a puddle of piss with a
fist up her cunt for the first time. Toby had been dead set against that,
though Breann kept pushing for it. He believed her, but he was not pleased
and told her so, to which she replied, "Fine, be that way, but my fist is
staying in her cunt until you pull it out, and I will not unclench my fist.
You'll have to help her give birth to a fist, because that is the only way
it's coming out, unless you want to cut my arm off. My daddy wouldn't like
that. He likes me to use both hands when I suck his dick. I always use both
hands when I suck my daddy off."

Toby shouted, "Breann, I am ordering you to take your fist out of your
mother and be nice to her until I get there. I can be there in ten minutes.
You make her happy the way I do, and I know that wouldn't bother you any.
I'm sure she'd like it better if you licked her pussy all better."

"I know she would. She'd hold her legs wide and pull her lips open for a
peck on the clit if it came from my lips. No, my fist stays right where it
is. Take your time. I like where it is. She doesn't, but that's just tough
tittie. Daddy said to ignore her. I always do exactly what my daddy tells me
to do - always. She knows that, too. She knows what a good girl I am. She
knows I get my bare ass beat with a belt when I'm not good enough. She
should know. She hands him the belt and pulls my gooey panties off for him.
She can see that I tried, and she knows he can make a girl try harder next
time. He knows right where to hit a girl with a sore pussy."

Toby hurried over and found Dolly in a good position to deliver a fist,
lying on her back in a wide puddle of piss, in the final stages of fist
labor with her sons trying to make her comfortable and a daughter doing her
best to make her uncomfortable. Breann fist fucked, and a sharp, deep jab
made the pussy squirt.

Toby could see that mother and daughter had shit to work through, and could
see that the fist would have to be delivered. He took off his shirt and set
about that task, trying to get Breann to work with him, not against him. He
could easily force her out, but not without hurting the mother. A C-section
was not an option. To save the arm, he'd have to pull Breann's whole body
through the lips and out through a slit in the abdomen. No, natural fist
delivery was better for mother and child.

Dolly was in labor for over two hours, but the fist did finally emerge. When
it did, all hard feelings Breann had harbored dissolved as the fist
dissolved. She brought the wet hand to the right tit and made a nursing suck
motion while looking into her mother's face, which kept looking from the
daughter to the nursing fist like a mother with a newborn. No one spoke for
quite some time, then Breann said, "Do you like your new baby? Was it worth
the labor?"

Dolly smiled warmly and said, "Yes, Breann, it was well worth it. I have no
regrets. I would do it all over again and not want to change a thing. I'm
sure you know that."

"I know that. [both looking at the nursing hand] That new baby sure has a
big mouth with a lot of sharp teeth. That must make you nervous."

"It does, but a mommy must let her baby nurse, even babies with sharp
teeth."

"You'll sweat tears if Dad wants to see this kid nurse on your pussy, huh?"

This exchange made no sense to Toby or the boys, but Dolly and Breann seemed
to be communicating perfectly. The guys just watched. Dolly said, "Yes, and
knowing your father, he would like to see that. You know me, whatever he
wants, he gets, no question, no bothersome pleading, no remorse and no guilt
no matter what he wants. I always place his needs and desires above all
others, and seeing his needs and desires being met pleases me even if they
come at the expense of others."

"You're a good wife."

"I am a very good wife, but to be a very good wife, I am sometimes a very
bad mother. With a man like your father, there are times when you have to
make a tough choice. You must. I always choose wife. That is what makes me a
very good wife."

Breaan thought about that for a while, then bent down to give her mother a
kiss. When they parted and Breann sat back on her heels again, she said, "I
can respect that. I don't always like it, but I'm older now. I'm wiser, now.
I don't need a mother as much, or mothering, but I will say you gave me good
mothering when you were free to do that. You are a good mother, a very good
mother. I love you very much, though you are not always good and you are
sometimes very bad. Now, I understand. I feel better, now."

This brought tears to Dolly's eyes and her arms reached out to bring her
child in. Breann went right in. The guys looked to each other and wondered
if they would get to see some neat lesbian stuff. Sure looked that way,
though there wasn't much going on with their pussies except there was one
right over the other after Dolly pulled Breann's skirt up and held her by
the bare ass cheeks. This was their first good look at Breann's pussy. They
knew she stopped wearing panties, and they had all seen glimpses, good ones
all through the goodbye kiss, but not this good, not the whole thing wide
open with the bare ass showing too. The guys all gathered for a better look
and saw Dolly use fingertips to open the lips for them.

Wow, what a neat little pussy, even though it had hair! The hair was sparse,
fine, light, and just plain neat looking. The whole pussy was neat looking,
but the hole was the neatest. Their mother had a HOLE; Breann had a hole
like another asshole. The mother had a big fleshy cunt, but the daughter had
a cute little compact pussy, a peach of a pussy, a pretty little split
peach, all pink and glistening.

Breann got up on her forearms, resting them on her mother's chest to look
into her mother's smiling face with her own smiling face. She spoke softly
with her loud music playing in the background, masking any soft-spoken
sounds as she said, "You're being a bad mommy again."

"I know, but your father would approve."

"You must think he wants me to get fucked by a large black man without
protection?"

"I don't think Toby needs any protecting from your sexy little pussy."

This made Breann giggle, then say, "I know he needs no protection. I was
talking about protecting my sexy little womb. You seem more interested in
showing him that I have one."

"I am, and he should know how sexy it is. He might think it looks thirsty.
He might give it a drink - a potent sperm coctail. He's whipping something
up back there."

"I doubt I'll get any. Ten to one he looks at mine while he fucks yours."

"You sound jealous."

"I am - very jealous. He knows I want to get fucked, but he won't do it even
when we're alone, even when we have you tied up in another room. He doesn't
do much of anything except let me suck on his dick. Even then, he saves the
cum for you. I want some. Daddy never gives me any, and why doesn't Daddy
ever give me any? All I ever get is the last little dribble."

"You got more than that this time."

"Yeah, because I got him. Why does he do that? Why would he care if I get
pregnant?"

"He's worried that knocking you up on purpose would drive you over your
limit. He knows that one phone call and his cute butt sits in a cell as
somebody's white bitch. He is trying like hell to do it by accident."

"With all the shit you two do to me, he must know I'd never tell."

"I do, but he doesn't, and I prefer he think that way. If he knew what he
could get away with, all that has been done would seem like child's play.
He'd be sharing you with all of his fishing buddies and using your pussy as
a live bait box. You'd be going along on all of his fishing trips as the
camp cunt. You know me, I'd let you go."

"Yeah, after taking my panties off and shaving my pussy."

"I would take the panties, but he likes hair on his pussy, yours especially;
although he did say as a bait box, a hairless model would look best."

"Why do you think Toby isn't fucking me?"

"For one, your pussy is too small. You saw how much time he took with me. He
thinks we're delicate down there."

"I could take him."

"Your eyes are bigger than your pussy, too, but I would like to see you try.
He may have a hangup about molesting young girls, or he may be worried about
messing with his boss' kid. I tried to put his mind at ease, and he saw the
boss fuck you, or try to fuck you."

"He saw me fuck him, or try to fuck him. You would think he could take a
hint."

"Your brothers can take a hint. They have nothing against fucking a horny
slut."

"Well, the horny slut doesn't fuck brothers."

"You have an incest hangup. I thought we at least cured you of that."

"You did, and it's not that. I just don't want to. Why don't you fuck 'em."

"Right now, I have a large dick in me."

"I can tell. I have wiry pubic hairs tickling my cunt every now and then.
See what I mean. Could we give him a stronger hint?"

"Honey, I'm doing the best I can."

"No you're not, or you'd tell him to fuck me."

"I can't go that far. I'm being raped. Can't you tell?"

"Oh bull! You act like you are because you like it this way. Remember who
you're talking to."

"You remember who you are talking to and don't spoil my fun. If I have to
live with this shit for thirty days, I'll be god damned if I'm not going to
live it my way. I can be very difficult if I want to be. I can make it look
like you have no control. You know I can take more than you can dish out. If
you fuck this up for Toby, you'll find out if your father's threats were
real. Right now, you're the big hero. I am making you the big hero. He will
be very pleased with you. He'll owe it all to you. I'll see that you get
full credit, and he left not knowing if he had a marriage to come back to.
He laid it all on the line and he saw how pissed I was. There can't be a
royal flush if one player is holding all the queens. He knew he fucked up
right after he said it, fucked up bad. If you bail his sorry ass out, honey,
he can make your life a sweet bed of roses."

Breann liked that, thought about that, then said, "Okay, I'll be cool. I'm
doing good so far, right?"

"Excellent, but you keep those claws sharp, and I don't want to be sitting
on no toilet. Make it official. Your right claw is my toilet and have me
drink a lot of beer. Make me come to you, stand on newspapers and get in a
half squat with my hands behind my neck. Wring my cunt out, then shove your
fist up me and drive out more. Toby likes seeing that, so I doubt he'll say
much if anything. He is now more concerned about staying on your good side."

"If that were true, he'd switch pussies. Do you care if I try and can get
him to do it?"

"I want him to fuck you and knock you up. I don't want him or the boys to
think I do. I won't show that I don't want him to, either. I just don't care
anymore. I'm whipped, and you are whipping me. You are making me act slutty,
speaking of which, you need to do your job. How about hopping off and
turning that music off so they can hear what I have to say now that you have
me all worked up with your vulgar sex talk. In fact, let me hear some."

Breann smiled and said, "Do you feel like a cunt?"

"Yes, all cunt."

"You look like a nigger's whore. Is that how you feel, like a nigger's white
trash whore?"

"Breann, you need to cool it with that nigger shit. They don't appreciate
that, not even being cute."

"He told me to call him a nigger. He said it turns him on."

"I stand corrected, then. By all means. Yes, I feel exactly like a nigger's
white trash whore."

"Do you eat pussy? He'd like to see that, too, and it's about time you ate
my pussy for a change."

"You know where the mouth is."

"Yeah, where teeth is. How do I know you won't bite it? How do I know you
won't get even for the claw?"

"You don't. There is always that risk, and I take that risk every time with
you. It's worth the risk."

"I never bit you."

"That doesn't say you wouldn't, and you might bite down if he ever hit your
pussy just right."

"He has hit just right lots of times. I never bite down. I would never bite
you, not there."

"Oh, you think the claw is better?"

"Well, it's not a bite. A hard bite could really hurt a girl."

"I know."

"Won't you at least tell me you probably won't?"

"No, that would take away some risk - no risk, no excitement. I will tell
you this - if I do bite, you'll be hurt; if I don't, it'll be the best thing
you ever felt between your legs."

"Mom! I just know you're going to bite me bad, and it's not fair. I was
always so good to your pussy, even while suffering."

"Honey, you were always great, especially while suffering. I owe you. I also
owe you a good hard bite. Think about it. Now go so I can let the slut
show....Oh. and talk your trash to me. If I don't respond, nurse with
teeth."

Breann smiled, started up, then settled again to say, "Can I get the boys to
fuck you?"

"In the ass. We'll talk about that some other time. You, however, are going
to let them fuck you. Those boys are suffering. You take care of them."

"They'll get me pregnant."

"So what. Your father will, anyway. You won't be keeping it. He'll find it a
home. He just wants the joy of seeing you pregnant and thinking he did it."

"Well, all right, but I won't like it."

"Breann, when will you ever learn. What you like or don't like has nothing
to do with it, and you were molested by two parents, not one. The only
difference is, I never enjoyed hurting you. If I did, I might have been
worse than your father."

"You were nastier."

"Thank you. He's almost done. Hurry!"

Breann climbed off and ran to the stereo, killed the music, and dashed back
to take her place at her mother's right him. The left claw began nursing as
Breann said, "You look like a slut. Do you feel like a slut?"

Dolly did look like a slut enjoying a hard fuck, but didn't want to admit
it. Her pussy admitted it. When her tit got bit (claw bit), she admitted it.
She then admitted that she was a nigger's white-trash whore. That made the
nigger cum, but Breann and Dolly weren't done. Breann took both tits in both
hands and made her mother use her pussy to suck a nigger's dick. The nigger
looked amazed. The boys were in awe. She really did look like a nigger's
whore, and her pussy did look like it was sucking on his dick. Fucking
amazing. Breann really knew how to get a mom to get herself pregnant with a
nigger. The nigger now seemed quite confident that he actually could given
thirty days.

He still couldn't believe that his boss wanted him to, was paying him to,
and would be pissed if he didn't. Toby knew he wouldn't get fired, but there
would be no knocking-up bonus at delivery of a black bastard. Toby did want
that extra grand - double for twins. More than that, he wanted to knock up a
sexy white wife with four kids and every reason not to want five or six of
mixed colors. More than that, he wanted her to like it so she would think
twins. Couldn't hurt, and twins were needed for her injured tits, which her
daughter had to injure to make her like the idea of being a nigger's whore
and bearing him a set of twin bastards, one for each tit.

The odd technique seemed to be working. Dolly did look like she was trying
to make twins by getting him to fuck her twice. There was no doubt that she
did honestly like the idea. The tit torture only made her let that show. She
seemed to want twins more than he did, or the fucking that made them. She
masturbated with her legs yawning and begged for more nigger cum. She
thrilled those boys who never thought she would ever do that, or beg a
nigger, or masturbate so shamelessly like a real slut who didn't care who
watched. This was even better than the other kind of masturbating slut she
was. You gotta get them on their back before they can show masturbation real
good. When the dick came out it got better. When she climaxed, even better.

When she kept right on doing it, going for another, even after Breann and
Toby went off to talk, that was the ultimate. All three boys lay on their
bellies within the fan of her legs and watched in awe as their mother fucked
herself, played with her fucked cunt, showed herself, fingered her asshole,
and pissed herself. For thirty minutes, three young boys were never so
royally entertained. When main show was all over, she still didn't act shy
or close her legs. She even opened her cunt so they could blow on it and
help cool it down. That took ten minutes, but it was still to hot to touch.

Bert had the bright idea to use an ice cube. She melted three and was
melting her fourth when Breann came to stand looking down on the sight. She
was naked looking down on the sight. Toby was also naked and looking down on
the sight, quick to say, "I didn't fuck her, if that's what you're thinking.
She just wanted to be naked, that's all."

Dolly looked from Breann's obviously not-fucked pussy to Toby and said, "I
can see you didn't fuck her. For one, she is still able to stand on her own;
besides, if you could fuck her after the way you just fucked me, I'd kiss
that pussy, then kiss the dick that could do that, then divorce my husband
and marry that dick."

This put his mind at ease and made him smile. He said, "I'd marry you in a
heartbeat, Dolly. You are the most beautiful and sexy woman I ever knew, or
saw, or felt, or sucked on, or fucked. That's no shit."

"Thank you, but I don't feel any of those things, and a rapist telling me
how beautiful and sexy I am falls on deaf ears. I'm not your date, Toby, I'm
your victim. Just because I came back, don't get a swelled head. I came back
because I'm not ready to trash my marriage just yet. Until I am, I'll keep
coming back, but I don't like being treated like a whore. Yes, in the heat
of passion, Breann can bring out the whore in me very effectively. The
trouble is, she can't keep me in the heat of passion for thirty days. How I
feel about Bert and what he has done to me will depend a great deal on what
sort of mood I'm in at the end of thirty days. At the rate you're going, I
don't think I'm going to feel too damn good, or good about myself. If I feel
like a whore, I just may flip Bert off, get an abortion, and become one."

"Will you turn me in to the cops?"

"No. This isn't your doing. This is Bert's doing. You have been very sweet
to me while taking your due winnings. Like you said, you won fair and
square. You can't enjoy your winnings without fucking me, and you can't get
full use of the womb without putting your sperm in me. I understand, and I
owe you an apology for being difficult."

"That's okay. That was rotten what he did, if it was me, I would have said
take the dumb boat. I sure wouldn't lease out my wife's womb, and if you was
my wife, I wouldn't even rent no pussy, not even no ass."

"Unfortunately, I'm not your wife, and my husband thinks he owns all the
parts of me. In his world, he cares nothing about any possession that can't
be used to enhance his fishing experience. I was never angry with you, Toby.
I took my anger out on you. For that, I am very sorry. I hope you forgive
me."

"Sure, I forgive you. Does this mean you'll be a good sport, now?"

"No, not at all. I hate this and hate Bert for doing this. No, I will never
accept this and be a good sport in a game I never agreed to play. I was
dragged in off the sidelines. I wasn't even in the stadium. I am one very
pissed off pedestrian who was out minding her own business when she suddenly
found herself being tackled, then dog-piled. What I am saying is, I don't
blame you. I won't take my anger out on you. I blame the player who dragged
me in."

"You'll let me fuck you and cum in your pussy, though, right?"

"Yes, I have to. You won the right to do those things. As Bert's wife, I
must honor his deals, but nothing says I have to remain Bert's wife. If I
terminate the marriage, all bets are off. You'll have to take that up with
Bert."

"A lot of good that will do. Would you blame me for trying to get all the
pussy I can before all bets are off?"

"No, wouldn't blame you. I don't blame the kids, and I know the pressure
Breann is under. She's just doing her job. She should. Her father does not
make idle threats. I just might be stuck with the asshole and that bastard
he wants. She has to look out for number one. She should do exactly as he
told her to do, please you in every way while ignoring me. I am not going to
tell her how to do her job. She's the one who will suffer the consequences
if she fails to do her job right. I won't risk my advice causing her to
fail. She will have only herself to blame, or you if you keep interfering
with her methods."

"Yeah, but her methods hurt you."

"You don't have to tell me, but they are also very effective. I can't say
they don't get results. I'm lying here with my legs wide letting my three
sons play with my pussy because she is standing over me and expects me to
lie here like this and let them. She doesn't have to say it. I know that. I
know I'll get it if I try to stop them or try to get decent. Yes, I do fear
her because I know the pressure she is under to turn me into a pregnant
whore who will remain an obedient wife to her father."

Toby said, "What chance is there of that?"

"Three days ago, even two days ago, I would have said, zero, no way, but
look at me now. I'm lying here like a contented whore after a good fuck, and
that was a good fuck. I would like more just like it, and I knew she wanted
to hear me admit that. I want you to fuck me like a whore, treat me like a
whore, cum in my whore cunt, and knock my white-trash ass up. She wanted to
hear me admit that, too."

"Yeah, but do you mean it?"

"With Breann standing over me with those awful claws of hers looking
menacing, yes I do mean it. I didn't want anyone to know, but I don't want
my tender pussy clawed even more. I'll gladly suffer the humiliation of
letting my private thoughts out, though I know that won't spare my poor
pussy. She is not about to give up her primary means of control. I can see
she is dying to reinforce that means. She knows I won't do anything to stop
her."

Breann said, "Let's prove it to him. You guys stop playing with her cunt.
Mom, lift that cunt up and spread those gams wide. Toby, come stand on her
other side and watch closely, but don't get too close or you'll get wet.
Controlling a slut like her is messy business. Now watch the master."

They all watched the master as she applied claws to a defenseless and
vulnerable pussy. Piss began flowing freely under a powerful straining
grimace, full of moans, groans, grunts, but no shying away. When the piss
slowed to a drible, Breann pursed her fingers at the sloppy hole and sent
her arm in to mid forearm, making the pussy squirt and Toby make a face
like, "Oh, Christ, not again."

He didn't say anything, just watched as Breann fist-fucked her mother,
producing little squirts with deep jabs, but the whore in Dolly began to
love it like a fucking with a big nigger dick. She was soon rubbing her clit
and squirting through fingers. Flying piss became totally unpredictable.
Bystanders got wet. Even Breann got wet, taking most right in the face, but
she said this was messy business. Even when the squirts were being aimed,
Breann didn't seem to mind because she had her mom acting like a slut who
was into showing cunt and pissing in a daughter's face while getting fist
fucked by same.

After Dolly ran out of ammo, she retuned to masturbating and enjoying a
great arm. Breann looked deep in thought. After a few minutes of being deep
in thought, she reversed her position, still keeping the hand in, swung one
leg over her mother's head, lined up her pussy with the mouth, took a deep
breath and came down on bared fangs, making her heart race, but she didn't
get bit. She got ate. She got ate very well. Breann absolutely loved being
ate but not bitten, and those with dicks could not get enough of that
lesbian shit.

Breann often took the arm out and made her frustrated mom chase after it.
She was very happy to get it back, but would lose it again and be frustrated
until she was happy again. Toby and the boys watched in open-mouthed awe,
thinking that moms don't get any sluttier than that, but Breann had Dolly
roll over and get on her knees with her head and chest on the floor,
reaching back to pull her cheeks apart for a good rear fucking, proving that
they do get sluttier.

When Breann's hand went up their mother's ass, three boys and a nigger shit.
That operation wasn't easy or quick, but after the hand gained full entry,
that was a sight to behold, mostly because Breann's other hand went into the
cunt. Dolly became delirious rather quickly. Mothers aren't designed for
that sort of use, and Dolly had never been used that way - not both holes at
once.

While Dolly made the adjustment, Bert Jr. had a bright idea. He got behind
Breann. With her hands occupied, he had no trouble getting in Breann. He was
in her and had her by the hips, slamming the white meat to the bitch. Breann
immediately shouted her protest, made her threats, and voiced her objections
to being used that way, all to no avail. She finally turned to the woman she
had both hands in, crying, "Mom, make him stop!"

Dolly looked back along the line of bodies to her son hammering away at his
sister, seemed bent on quickly getting his rocks off. Dolly said, "Honey,
I'm in no position to make him do anything, and you certainly can't. You
should have thought about that before taking your clothes off and getting in
a position like that. What did you think he would do, powder your behind for
you?"

"Mom, he's going to cum inside my pussy. I know him. He won't pull out."

"Those were my first thoughts, too."

"He'll get me pregnant."

"Yes, that thought occurred to me, too, but look on the bright side. You're
making Toby's dick get hard. Remember what your father said. Do anything.
Well, letting your brothers knock you up falls into that category."

"Are you saying I should let them all try?"

"I'm not advising on what to do, just pointing out what your father told
you. Before you decide what you are going to do, take another look at Toby's
dick. You're doing a very good job."

Indeed she was. Breann mulled that over, then offered Bert a better kneeling
stance while saying, "Okay, Bert, you can cum in my pussy. Jeff, you can be
next. John, you go after Jeff. From now until Dad gets back, you can all
fuck me as much as you want and cum inside my pussy all you want. I'll be
the whore for the whites; Mom will be the whore for the nigger. We're both
going to be good whores, aren't we, Mom?"

While Bert hammered out his climax, Dolly said, "It looks like it. Are you
sucking sperm?"

"Yes, but I don't suck sperm as good as you do. I don't think any white
woman can suck a nigger's dick like you can with your cunt. You'd like to
suck some more cum out of the nigger, wouldn't you?"

As fuckers changed behind Breann, Dolly said, "Yes, I would. You know me, I
can't get enough nigger cum in my cunt."

Breann eased her hand out of pussy, then the other out of ass, then moved
aside to let the nigger in. Soon, both whores were side by side getting the
same kind of fucking though with vastly different pieces of organic
hardware. They both looked happy, though.

When Bert Sr. returned from the bass fishing expedition of a lifetime, all
looked right in his nest that he took a big shit in before hauling ass and
bass boat out of there. All looked too right. Something smelled fishy and it
wasn't him. Well, it was, but not all him.

He saw Dolly signs, but no Dolly. At least she hadn't packed her things and
left. He saw Toby signs, but no Toby. At least he was still on the job,
still smoking Camels.

Bert didn't find anyone until he opened Breann's bedroom door and saw
Breann, sitting on her bed, leaning against the head board, reading Teen
magazine, fully dressed, looking very lovely. She looked up and said, "Hi,
Daddy. How was your fishing trip?"

He came over and sat at her hip, facing her. He lifted her skirt. She had
panties on. He pulled them aside, she still had her pubic hair. Toby was
into bald cunt, not a good sign. He set her panties right and let the skirt
drop, then said, "The trip was great. Where is your mom?"

"Working?"

"Working? She got a job?"

"Yes."

"Where does she work?"

"In niggertown, between eighth and ninth on Sycamore."

"WHAT! There's nothing there but hookers and druggies."

"Right, but don't worry, Mom isn't on drugs."

"Breann, what the fuck is going on?"

"Mom has a pimp. Oh, Toby told me to tell you he quit."

"HE QUIT! He can't quit! Is that son-of-a-bitch pimping your mother?"

"Yes. She works for Toby."

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that your mother, my wife, is a fucking
nigger's whore?"

"Looks that way."

"If she is, your ass is in deep shit, bitch."

Breann calmly turned a page while saying, "I don't think so."

Bert snatched the magazine from her hands and flung it. He then took her
firmly by the jaw and got in her face, scowling, "Oh, you don't think so.
And what makes you not think so, cunt."

With grossly distorted speech, she said, "Because you like to fish, and
there is no fishing in prison, and the niggers will fuck you in the ass.
[relaxing the grip, improving her speech] You would much rather stay home
and make love to your sexy teenage daughter. You'd love to knock her up,
share her with your friends, and maybe take her fishing with you so you guys
don't have to jack off and you'll have a naked girl to bring you beer - I'm
thinking - plus you'll have someone in the boat to suck your dicks while
you're fishing, someone who sucks hard and fast when you get a strike,
someone who will let you keep live bait in her pussy, a sexy girl with a
bait box, but no crawdads - worms and pollywogs, I'm thinking - squiggly
things that make her giggle and squirm."

That sounded pretty good. That sounded damn good. Bert wanted another look
at that bait box. He folded her skirt back. She lifted so he could remove
the panties, then spread her legs so they could both look at her pussy as he
ran fingers over it and dipped in it, saying, "Are you telling me that you
would let me stuff your pussy with squiggly things - night crawlers,
tadpoles, salamanders, and mudpuppies?"

"Sure, as long as they don't bite. Why not. Don't you think my pussy would
make a good bait box?"

"Hell yes. And you say I can knock you up just for shits and giggles."

"Sure. I think I'd look cute pregnant, don't you?"

"And you won't mind me passing you around to all the guys, letting them line
up on you, letting them treat you like a slut, the camp cunt."

"Why should I mind. I know you love me. You just have a funny way of showing
it, that's all. Sure, I'll be your fishing buddy - on one condition."

"What's that?"

"You move out; Toby moves in."

"FUCK YOU!"

"No, fuck you. One phone call fucks you. Do you want me to make it. Well,
are we going to fish or cut bait?"

He mulled that over while staring at the finest bait box he ever saw, looked
up, and said, "Let's fish. I'll go look for an apartment. Will you be moving
in with me?"

"No. I like it here just fine. When you want to go fishing, let me know.
I'll shave extra close. Oh, and Daddy, no rough stuff. Remember, I'm just a
little girl. I'm just very mature for my age. If you ever forget, or let
others forget, I dial."

"Don't threaten me, Breann. Don't you ever threaten me."

"I'm not threatening, I am warning you. DON'T FUCK WITH ME! I can be your
best buddy or your worst nightmare. You decide which, but if it's a buddy
you want, treat me like a buddy that will go out and get two blow jobs, come
back, and give you one. That's a buddy, and a buddy like that is worth more
than a Ranger bass boat with twin nineties on the stern. Am I right?"

"When you're right, you're right - buddy."

She kissed him and all was right.

As for Dolly hooking for Toby. No, he'd never do that. They had become very
close and were out with the boys at Walt Disney World. For once, she wasn't
the thrill ride, but when they came home she was. By this time, Bert Sr. was
gone and all of his shit was gone. Finally, all was right.

                           The End

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practices that involve any exchange of body fluid, even contact with open
sores or small cuts. Scenes involving large objects, tattoos, bestial sex,
body waste ingestion, bindings, devices and gadgets are the stuff of fantasy
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