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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Fish or Cut Bait
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 08:10:02 -0400
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                           Fish or Cut Bait
                           By: Phil Phantom
                        HTTP://www.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 daddyoff."

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 stopher."

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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unsafe sex 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 and are
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