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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Goodfellows and Badfellows
Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2001 04:10:02 -0400
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                         Goodfellows and Badfellows
                              By: Phil Phantom
                           HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

The first week of summer vacation and the Goodfellows were again
settling into their vacation cabin, making the one-room Spartan
cabin a living space for a family of eight. Dad and Brad worked
on getting the hand-pump well primed and functioning. Brad was a
much better pumper at seventeen than he was at sixteen. Mom and
the girls did the unpacking and set-up house. Little Jason was in
charge of keeping the dog out of the way, but a fifty-pound boy
doesn't keep a two-hundred and fifty pound Saint Bernard from
going anywhere he wants to go. The job did keep Jason busy.
Two-year-old baby Jane slept in her car seat.

Beverly, Sarah, and Dolly - 16, 14, 12 - each had familiar chores
and needed no direction or assistance, so Brenda devoted all of
her efforts and attention to the kitchen area and pantry, her
domain in New York City or the Dakota wilderness. Actually, the
kitchen and the bedroom were her domain. Because she was so great
in both, Brenda never worked a single day outside the home, which
was exactly the way she wanted it - big family - good bread
winner - professional housewife - happiness.

The Goodfellows were a strikingly handsome family that never went
unnoticed by the locals in the nearby hunting community, and
their habit of returning at the same exact day each year for two
weeks was also noted. Four very horny men were taking notes, but
this was the year of taking notes; next year would be the year of
action. They were united, a team, and because there were other
teams of Goodfellow watchers, they gave their team a name - the
Badfellows. The Badfellows weren't bad fellows, just horny
fellows driven by obsessive need. 

They had a plan that might work, and a fallback plan if it
didn't, but all agreed that if both plans failed, they would not
resort to violence. Nobody gets hurt and no minor gets molested
that doesn't want molesting, not even the sixteen-year-old
Beverly who always looks like she wants molesting. Unlike the
Goodfellows, no local would ever assume that the Goodfellow
campsite was not under observation from several angles and
distances. The plan took that into account. Anything they did
would likely be well documented by people who knew them well and
were terribly fond of Goodfellows.

From hiding places looking through binoculars, the Badfellows
observed the interactions of the family and got to know all the
members, but they weren't the only sneaky Pete's doing that. They
did have one of the choicest sites from which to observe
Goodfellows. They staked the site out in shifts, planning to man
their site for the entire two weeks, taking copious notes and
photographs which they would study all year to come up with a
fool-proof plan and fool-proof fallback plan. They also manned
their blind around the clock so that no other group or freelancer
could get it. Their observations gave them cause for
encouragement.

Beverly was the prime catalyst that drove the men to action, and
it was her habit of going about in the nude that first got their
attention, then drove them toward a plan. She was a nature girl
who loved to strip down to her birthday suit soon after getting
settled, and stay that way the entire time. No one else did, but
she would, and the rest accepted that behavior. For the past six
seasons, the Goodfellows had a nature girl, and for the past four
seasons, that nature girl was a major draw to that neck of the
woods. If the Goodfellows had any idea how little privacy they
had, or how many had secretly invaded their secluded spot, or how
many sneaky pictures were in circulation, they might do their
camping in Central Park and save wear and tear on the familyvan.

Nudity alone wouldn't wear a network of paths behind the cabin.
Seeing her naked was worth one or two trips, but Beverly didn't
just walk around naked. She also loved to masturbate in the
hammock and let the dog lick her pussy, which she shaved and kept
neat and seemed very proud of. She loved airing that sexy pussy
out and liked having her legs apart. Sitting, lying down, or
standing, Beverly's thighs were like two positive poles on two
magnets, and that inviting spread drew the dog, which usually
brought the mom to make Beverly stop that, although she never
tried to stop any form of masturbation.

Goodfellows obviously believed in masturbation, because they all
masturbated and each had their favorite way and place. Beverly
liked the hammock in good light where all could see, and she used
anything phallic, but also had access to a wide variety of
manufactured dildos. She had one for walking around as it stayed
in once inserted. She also used fingers, but with fingers, she
just liked stroking her slit. She was also fond on the dog's
tongue and loved to lie under a pleasant lapping. Brenda only
objected to that form of masturbation.  

Brenda never told the dog to stop that and never blamed the dog.
It wasn't the dog's fault. Beverly was the cause and the constant
reinforcement of that nasty habit, and Barney the dog wanted to
lick all the pussy, even Baby Jane's pungent puss. They kept the
baby in tight wraps, but the loose shorts or skirts the other
cunts wore did little to bar a determined animal, so Brenda and
Beverly were often at odds, with Brenda always on Beverly's case
about keeping her damn legs together when the dog was near.

Jimmy, the dad, and Brad, the big brother, obviously liked seeing
Beverly's legs apart. Jason would look, but would rather spend
his time frying ants under a magnifying lens. He was in charge of
ant control - kept him busy. On cloudy days, he smashed them with
a hammer. The men folk never tired of looking, and she never
tired of showing. Brenda accepted this. Guys like looking at
pussy, and Beverley had a very lovely example. She liked showing
her lovely pussy to pussy admirers. Brenda understood and had no
problem with that even though some of Beverly's showoff beavers
were vulgar. Vulgarity wasn't an issue in the wilderness, but
encouraging a dog's nasty habits was because they took those back
with them. Because of Beverly; Brenda, Sarah, and Dolly had to
continually deal with an unwelcome intruder in their shorts or up
their skirt, and that kept sneaky Pete's sneaking back. 

Actually, it was the social dynamic of this curious family that
kept them coming back - never a dull day, and the nights were
even better. After dark, sneaky Pete's could sneak right up to
the cabin and peek in through curtainless windows to see
Goodfellows in the flesh, up-close. The dog knew all the guys and
would come out to get peanut butter. 

Goodfellows found Barney's peanut butter breath to be a great
curiosity, since Goodfellows don't eat the stuff and were fairly
sure peanut butter didn't grow wild in North Dakota. Another
nasty habit was face licking, which made stopping his pussy
licking all the more critical. Back home, they always knew who
he'd been licking by his breath, but in the Black Hills, hard to
say, and no good Goodfellow watcher would say any Goodfellow did
anything to discourage any of the Dog's nasty habits. Even the
one girl who hated being licked didn't want him to stop licking
others.

Twelve-year-old Dolly hated being licked. She wore shorts and
kept a lookout for sneak attacks, but she wanted to be like
Beverly and run around naked and show good beavers. She would and
did if the dog went off on a hike or hunt or into town for a
ride. She needed no privacy to masturbate, but she was satisfied
with a hand down her shorts. Dolly was into quantity over
quality, many quickies whenever the urge struck. She wasn't at
all bashful, but the tongue felt creepy and yucky. It was mostly
to help Dolly that Brenda made such an issue of Beverly making
matters worse. 

Sarah usually wore a skirt without panties, so her protests
seemed hollow. In fact, she wouldn't protest unless someone saw.
She always looked around to see if she needed to protest. Sarah
was the shy, modest type but did like the feel of that tongue.
The skirt kept her covered while affording easy access to her
pussy. She also liked privacy when she masturbated. Her spot was
a grassy clearing behind the cabin and the spot all sneaky Pete's
would have selected for her had they been given a vote. She used
the medium dildos and often lured the dog into joining her. In
her special place, she felt quite secure. No one ever bothered
her. They all seemed to know that was Sarah's place. They didn't
need to see her going that way with a dildo selection to know why
she was going. The Goodfellows were good about respecting privacy
for those who valued privacy. Sarah was one of the best
masturbators to observe, and she was a real beauty like her mom.

If the girls didn't mind, Brenda probably wouldn't say anything.
She was that easy going. She wouldn't spoil anyone's fun if it
were only her with the problem. She was the sacrificing type, but
the fact was, Brenda had no problem with a dog that licked pussy.
She wore very baggy shorts and wore no underwear in the Black
Hills. She carried the most popular cunt, and she never jumped or
spun in response to a Barney attack. He'd get in several good
licks if she were busy with something. She would calmly break off
the contact, but then make herself vulnerable again, knowing full
well that the dog could not be discouraged and would persist
until he had all he wanted.

Brenda was fun to watch and even fun for the Goodfellows. She
enjoyed being licked in the face and was totally responsible for
that nasty habit. For Beverly, half the joy of a good cunt
licking was seeing her mother take that tongue in her pretty
face, and she didn't mind his tongue getting in her mouth.
Goodfellows encouraged that behavior by never commenting or
complaining about face licking, or making a big deal of mother
cunt licking. Mother cunt was his favorite cunt to lick. She was
obvious without being too obvious. If she really didn't want the
attention, she could wear tight jeans or jean shorts with
underwear, but she wore something as good as a skirt and
sometimes wore a short skirt or a towel wrap after a shower. The
gravity flow shower in back of the cabin was her place to
masturbate and the second most choice spot for observers. She
always took her favorite dildo, a dildo the locals named Big
Bertha, an exact replica of a massive cock with balls that she
carried in front of her children or husband like she would a bar
of soap.  

What was good for the kids was good for the mom. Masturbation was
normal, natural, and healthy, good for everyone. You respect my
privacy, and I'll respect yours, and most Goodfellows did. Even
if they didn't, the shower had three sides and was only open to
the gallery of observation blinds in the wooded hills behind the
cabin. Goodfellow sneaker and peekers would be spotted right away
unless they circled way around, came up through thickets, and
knew good hunting camouflage, movement, and noise discipline.  

Brad and Jason were pretty good hunters with their own blind, but
were bad about observing good blind discipline. and their mommy
observation blind was their favorite place to masturbate, but
they preferred masturbating each other, and preferred sucking for
the orgasm. Theirs was the only blind Brenda ever detected, but
she didn't say anything and tended to play to that one area as
though that were the only area she had masturbating admirers in.

Brenda used a stool as a prop and liked to soap her entire body
into a rich lather after getting wet. She would then shave her
pussy, then play with it, then use Big Bertha on it in a variety
of good and lewd fuck positions, employing the stool. She made
great beavers and used full strokes. For shear viewing pleasure,
she was tops if you prefer watching a gorgeous, mature,
full-figured woman fuck herself with something really big. She
had a great set of tits with long nipples and a full and fleshy
cunt, unlike the compact pussies of the girls. It was easy to see
why the dog preferred lapping a cunt over licking a pussy.

Everyone knew Barney preferred cunt over pussy, and everyone knew
she had a cunt. She never went about naked but was often seen
naked. She slept in the nude and had no qualms about dressing or
undressing in front of Goodfellows. She didn't always wear a
towel wrap to and from the shower. Sometimes she carried the
towel and walked naked, but that was an open invitation to get
licked without let-up. There was no pushing Barney away from a
naked bitch. Then again, if no one were in camp and the dog came
up, she'd pull the leg opening aside and feed him all the pussy
he wanted, thus adding to a problem she made a big show of trying
to correct.

She did something else that was much worse and generated a slew
of photos. If she were absolutely positive that she were alone
with no chance of being disturbed, and no Nimrods in the
Goodfellow blind, she'd strip naked and suck or fuck the dog,
usually both, and the mutt was hung like a pony. She'd get under
that dog and flat put a fucking on him. He knew to just stand
there and let her do her thing. Brenda loved cock and loved
fucking. She was an energetic and limber bitch who liked to fuck
him for a while, then finish him off with her mouth. She
swallowed and seemed to love the stuff, but obviously didn't want
anyone to see that, so she always went to Sarah's special place
to do anything with the dog. If she only knew what a poor choice
that was - the worst - but for quality photos, the best.

His nastiest habit was her fault. The taste of pussy always gave
him a hardon that was quite obvious and hung down, almost
dragging in the dirt. Though he never went after pussy and tried
to fuck it, he would try to get his cock at a mouth for sucking.
Anyone lying down on a cot, or on the ground getting sun, or
reclined on a lounger might well find a large cock at the lips.
You couldn't get Dolly to lie down on a dare. She placed her cot
on the indoor table, but the others lived with the problem. 

Sarah would simply brush it away and wipe her mouth, but that
never discouraged Barney, and observers knew well how Sarah
really felt about that nastiest of habits. In her secret place,
she worshipped that dog's cock with loving hands, lips, mouth,
and tongue. For Sarah, he knew to lie on his back and let her do
her thing. She liked to squat over his middle, grasp his hind
legs, and fuck herself, but like her mother, she preferred
sucking him off and was often frustrated at the meager offering
or a dick that wouldn't stay up, never realizing that her mother
got to him first. Brenda had the same problem when Sarah got to
him first. Both showed frustration, and both knew that someone
else was dining on the family dog. Both had to suspect that slut
Beverly.

Beverly thought his nastiest habit was funny. She'd give his
hanging scholong a kiss or a short suck, but that was sure to
bring on a lecture from the bitch that was responsible, or
stinging disapproval from Sarah. Beverly's response was on the
order of, "Lighten up. I'm not going to suck him off. I'm just
sucking his dick. He has a nice dick and I love all dicks. I
don't see what the big deal is. It's my mouth. If I want to suck
him off with it, so what. We're both single."

Sarah let Beverly know how disgusting that was, and she'd be sure
to tell her mother, and Brenda gave a lecture and made threats.
It was always two against one with the others taking no side and
also wondering what the big deal was. If Beverly wanted to do
that, so what. They were in the wilderness where no one would
ever know, just Goodfellows. That wouldn't be the only family
secret.

Beverly was a very head-strong independent, and free-thinking
young lady. Her mother's approval or disapproval meant little or
nothing to her, and her mother's threats seemed hollow, as though
any discipline came through the father and she was in tight with
him. It was easy to see why. She took excellent care of his cock
and took pleasure in getting caught in the act by the wife who
learned not to make that an issue since her husband simply could
not resist that girl's youthful charms and considerable ability.

Back in the city, between the '96 and '97 season, the mother and
the slut daughter obviously had it out and the younger, tighter
pussy won, because by the '98 season, the season of intense
observation preceeding the '99 season of  "The Plan," at least
one of them, the one we are focusing on, Team Badfellow's plan,
the eldest daughter was clearly the Alpha cunt and the mother
accepted her status as a subordinate cunt though husband and wife
still shared the only real bed in the cabin. Though they shared a
bed and slept nude, no one ever observed them fucking, in the bed
or any place else, not in '98.

They did observed the daughter and father fucking in that bed
beside the mother. The daughter had a cot set up, but never used
it in '98. Three naked Goodfellows shared that queen bed, and any
observer could easily tell who the queen was. That wasn't the
only place they fucked, but that was the only place the wife
would not turn her back and walk away from. The queen liked it
that way and insisted on keeping a lantern over the bed despite
the bugs it attracted. Observers who looked in from the windows
in shadow very much appreciated that light. The kids did, too.
The bed was a nightly floor show, much better than TV.

For those hardy, late-night observers, a special treat featured
big brother and little Dolly trying to fuck quietly on her cot
perched on the rickety table, but they began sneaking out and
doing it in the van after the table broke and spilled them onto
the floor, exposing them as sneaky fuckers.

There was nothing sneaky about Beverly and Jimmy.  She played to
an audience of siblings, but a larger unseen audience of
off-season hunting guides, mechanics, loggers, gunsmiths, and
taxidermists. The first thing she'd do was remove the covering
sheet, leaving her mother exposed, which Brenda let her get away
with, possibly another battle she lost. In the bed, the queen
lorded over her subject cunt and the subject cunt gave the queen
no shit. All she could do was get up and leave, but Brenda
refused to be driven from her marital bed by a slut daughter with
a superior pussy. Many observers would argue about that, but some
like them young, tight, skinny, and titless. Beverly did have
that going for her.

Beverly tried to drive her mother from the bed, but didn't try so
hard as to actually do it. She knew exactly what her mother would
tolerate and pushed that to the limit. Her mother would tolerate
just about anything except getting a fucked cunt ground into her
face, but would lie under one and let it drip fuck on her face if
the distance of cunt to face was at least a hand width, so after
a fuck, Beverly could straddle her mother's face on her knees and
toy with Mommy's nipples or play with Mommy's pussy while her
cunt drained on Mommy's pretty face.

Most mothers wouldn't take the first drop, but fuck didn't seem
to bother this mother unless some got in her eyes, but the eyes
were way off target. The nose and mouth was the target. While
this was going on, Beverly liked parting her mother's legs and
opening up the pussy to show all. Brenda allowed her legs to be
parted to the extreme, and allowed them to stay that way, and
allowed her cunt lips to be parted to the extreme for extreme
exposure of a mother's most intimate anatomy. This usually
brought the dog unless Brad held him back, and he'd hold until
Beverly said release the hound. That was when Brenda got her best
licking and might explain why she put up with the queen's shit to
a degree one would think intolerable.

The husband found all this terribly amusing, but he never added
to his wife's humiliation. In fact, he was always loving and
attentive. His only fault being a profound sexual weakness for
his sexy daughter that his wife never blamed him for. She was a
good sport about losing this contest and respected his right to
chose a daughter over a wife. She never expected him to intervene
on her behalf, but did expect him to cater to the daughter's
every whim and desire. Part of being a good sport was to allow
the winner to humiliate the loser and to be a good sport about
it. That was the only explanation for the behavior witnessed,
although the mother might get off on that shit. That was a
distinct possibility.

Ranger Cutty's Roadside Diner hosted many discussions among
locals who tried to solve the many curiosities and enigmas
presented by Goodfellow observation, especially during and after
the '98 season. Badfollow team members learned a great deal by
participating in these discussions, though they kept their info
and pics a team secret, hoping to give their team an edge over
teams that were too dumb to know the value of Top Secret
intelligence. That did give team Badfellow an edge, but if there
was any intelligence on team Badfellow, that fact was the best
kept secret. Other teams had brighter and bolder thinkers with
better team names, like the Ramrods, or the Pokers, or the City
Slicker Lickers, or the Impregnators, or the all black team of
lumberjacks who called themselves the Tree Topping Tripods.

Team Badfellow kept their lame name to themselves, and knew they
had to come up with a plan of action for early in the '99 season
if the Goodfellows even returned. There was a great deal of
speculation about that, too. Many thought the crises between
mother and daughter would come to a head and destroy the family.
Others said, what crises. The daughter won. They'll be back and
it'll be better than ever.

News that the Goodfellows were returning hit that sleeping
off-season community of two-hundred mostly adults like news of
Victory over Japan Day. The place was like a ghost town when the
Goodfellow van pulled through, but the hills were alive with
hungry eyes and ears as the van came to rest beside the cabin.
Travel weary Goodfellows piled out and the first thing Beverly
did was strip down. The second thing she did was strip down the
very pregnant mother and place a hideous dog collar around her
pretty neck.

Guys in bushes were high-fiving. The Ramrods were right, and on
getting a closer look at Brenda, righter than anyone imagined.
She had large gold rings through her lactating nipples and a
matching one through her fleshy clit, with a grossly distorted
tattoo across her bloated belly that read BASTARD in hand-size
letters, indicating that the tattoo had been applied before the
belly expanded, but most telling was a large tattoo that covered
her ass and read, BARNEY'S WHORE, with BARNEY'S over the WHORE
with the O centered over the asshole. 

"What a sport!" Some said.

"What a wife!" Others said.

"What a sexy bitch, and what a lucky mutt!" All thought.

The Badfellows looked to each other and their leader said, "Fuck,
we need a new plan." All agreed, but the Ramrods were all set.
They quietly moved out of their blind and circled down to the
road. Festus noticed and alerted the leader, Gringo, saying,
"Hey, the Ramrods are moving out. What do you suppose they're up
to?"

Curly said, "Them fuckers are going to the road that leads to the
cabin. They're going in!"

Tom said, "Fuck, Gringo, we gotta do something! They'll blowit!"

Gringo said, "Well, we ain't gonna fuck Gringo. Let's just watch
and see what happens. They called this shot. They might have a
good plan to go with it. We can play off their plan."

Curly said, "Yeah, and get sloppy seconds off a bunch of smoke
jumpers."

Gringo said, "If you don't want sloppy seconds, you can always
sit up here and jack off. I'd take sloppy tenths off any one of
those cunts."

Tom said, "Hey look, Gringo, Baby Jane is getting naked for you.
Run down there before the Ramrods get her. You know she's tight.
You better get it before the Tripods do."

"Very funny, dipshit. Badfellows ain't fuckin' no babies, and we
ain't lettin' no other mother fuckers fuck no babies neither. If
we gotta, we'll break this shit up. Agreed?"

All nodded in agreement, but Curly said, "Dolly ain't no baby.
Look, she's strippin' down, too. That ain't no baby. She got
herself some pussy hair and titties. That's gonna be another
Beverly, that one."

Tom sighed and said, "Damn, that's fine stuff. What a fuckin'
ass! That ain't no baby. That's prime fuckin' stuff, and she's
thirteen now. That's knockin-up pussy."

Festus said, "Looks like Sarah is still playing bashful. Too bad,
too. She sure has turned into a beauty."

Curly said, "That's the one that needs a collar and a tattoo.
She's a bigger mutt whore than her momma is. I guess that never
came out."

Gringo said, "I don't see how she'd hide it. My guess is she
don't take no shit off Beverly. She looks like she could whip
Beverly's ass without even using her hands. Christ, that bitch
got some legs on her, probably from holding a half-squat while
working out on that mutt. She could sure as hell kick Beverly's
ass."

Tom said, "Yeah, they're not getting along. You can tell she
doesn't like what Beverly is doing to her mom. This is probably
getting old by now, and you know that bitch has her momma sucking
on that pussy by now, sucking on that fucked beaver while the
bitch pisses in her mouth. Sarah don't think that's no way to
treat your momma."

Curly said, "She'll depose that queen out here. I think she could
do it, too. Yeah, this shit's getting' old. Time for a change.
She's gotta make her move before the momma drops that bastard and
has to keep it. If she was smart, she'd get out of those threads
and show Daddy what she's got."

Festus said, "It ain't getting' old for the momma. She likes
wearing that collar and showing her tattoos. She done been pussy
whipped. I sure would like to know the story behind that bastard
she's carrying. Ten to one she got bred like a bitch, probably by
some horse-cocked nigger that Beverly picked out for her."

Gringo said in a stern whispered shout, "Hey, hold it down,
dumbass. We got Tripods a stone toss away, and they got ears as
big as their dicks."

                                                    * * *

Down at the cabin, the Goodfellows were now going about their
setting up routine. Husband and wife were still as loving and
affectionate as ever. Before going off to prime the pump with
Brad, the husband took his wife in his arms to look into her
smiling eyes. They exchanged a few words and then kissed. That
was a beautiful kiss that ended abruptly when Beverly swung a
wide leather belt up through her mother's legs and caught her
square in the cunt, dropping her to her knees with a piercing
scream while clutching her injured crotch. The husband simply
stepped back as Beverly drew back to deliver another to the ass.

That swing was caught by a furious, red-faced Sarah and a
catfight broke out. The husband stayed out of that, too. The
mother rolled onto her side holding her pussy. That had to smart
something fierce for her to stay out of that fight. 

Sarah was whipping ass on Beverly, but she lost all her clothes
doing it. She finally got over Beverly with the belt and whipped
the tar out of her while Beverly rolled to avoid getting hit in
the same place twice. It was the mother who stopped that
whipping, then began nursing the whipee, and she nursed by
kissing each of the red marks she saw, even the ones on ass,
inner thighs, and crotch, but it was the kisses to the crotch
that made Sarah throw down the belt and storm off toward the
lake, naked. She was that pissed.

Beverly wasn't pissed. She was stunned and hurting. She needed
mothering and welcomed it, especially the kisses to pussy
intended to make her feel better though no blows actually landed
there, not where Brenda was kissing. The mom needed those kisses.
Beverly opened her legs to offer more uninjured pussy to kiss and
Brenda settled to her belly to deliver them. She delivered
kisses, licks, and sucks to a pussy she opened with her fingers
while the family minus Sarah stood around watching. Beverly got
up on her elbows to watch.

This was obviously something they had all seen many times, but
were never tired of seeing again. Though Sarah won the battle,
Brenda still recognized Beverly as her queen, an injured queen.
She served her well. Beverly looked around to see where Sarah
was. When she didn't see her, she let a squirt of piss go in her
mother's face. No one looked surprised, least of all the pissee
who kept right on licking through several more until she licked
at a pissing pussy while holding her breath. She got soaked, but
was still licking when five men dressed as fishermen carrying
fishing gear came walking up the road toward the lake,whistling.

The whistling sent Goodfellows scrambling. Dolly threw on a dress
and got shorts on Jane. Brad threw his mother a towel, but after
drying her face and hair, when she went to wear it as a wrap,
Beverly yanked it from her and wore it herself. Brenda then tried
hiding in the cabin, but Beverly forced her out. Brenda gave a
plaintive look to her husband but only got a shrug. Even as those
men drew near, he was staying out of it, then walked away from
it. This was Beverly's call and she clearly wanted her mother to
be seen by those men who would pass right by them even if they
stayed on the road surface.

She was seen, and the men came over. They were all smiling and
friendly while looking over the naked mother and near naked
daughter with angry red marks all over the flesh they could see.
They made introductions, shook hands, and exchanged pleasantries,
without making any comment about the bizarre sight they were
confronted with, one they weren't prepared to deal with.
Obviously something big happened between the time they left their
blind and the time they arrived at the cabin.

Beverly seemed very disappointed in their reaction or lack
thereof. They stared, but never said anything, and everything
they stared at demanded comment, but they hadn't seen her ass
tattoo and didn't know who Barney was, or Beverly could safely
assume so. Beverly thought quickly and asked her mother to go to
the van, which was right behind the men to find her suitcase so
that she could put something decent on.

Brenda knew this was a ploy to show her ass, but she was beyond
caring. She went and showed her ass by leaning in through a side
door and rummaging through bags, boxes, and camping gear, giving
the gawking men a good long look at her ass and her inflamed and
swollen cunt with dangling clit ring. That sight begged the
questions, "Who the fuck is Barney," and "Who hit that lady's
pussy, and with what, and why?" 

But no one asked, so Beverly called the dog over: "Here Barney!
Here boy! Are you looking for Mommy, big fella? There she is, and
look, she's all bent over for you. Look,Barney...Barney...look."

Like most dogs, when you point something out to them, they look
at your finger, but the men got the message. That was the dog's
whore, as if they didn't know. They knew that before Beverly did,
but they all acted properly illuminated and amused, but mostly
amused because the dog went after Beverly's pussy. She couldn't
stop him or keep him from exposing her pussy. Finally, in great
frustration, she stands with firm hands planted on hips and takes
the licking while shouting to the whore's ass, "Mom, you have
ruined this dog. Now he's even treating me like a whore. He won't
stop licking my pussy."

"I'm sorry, Beverly. I know how much you hate that."

"Hurry and find my things before he fucks me in front of these
gentlemen."

"I'm trying, Beverly. Try not to fall down....Ah, here it is." 

Rather than proceed with their plan without knowing what the fuck
happened, they bid the family a happy campout and proceeded to
the lake. Beverly was very frustrated until she remembered who
was naked at the lake. She called out, "If you see my sister, the
nature girl, tell her she can stay as long as she wants. She is
somewhere down there working on an all-over tan. Don't worry,
she's not bashful and she is very friendly. Enjoy yourselves, all
of you, and don't worry, she's on the pill."

Brenda came back with Beverly's suitcase and said, "That was
rotten."

"What, showing those men your whore ass, or setting my sister up
for a gang bang?"

"Both, but antagonizing Sarah like that will only make matters
worse. She has about had her fill of you playing the Queen bee.
We come out here to have fun and unwind, not fight each other."

"Yeah, well fucking with you is fun. If you don't want any
fighting, get her off my ass."

"You know I can't make her like this, and she has had enough. You
need to lighten up, especially around her."

"Fuck you, bitch!"

Brenda hauled off and slapped Beverly so hard it sent her
sprawling to the ground, holding her cheek, wailing. Brenda stood
over her shaking a stern finger, shouting, "Don't you ever call
me a bitch in that tone of voice. If you are not mature enough to
handle your lofty position in this family, maybe we'll find a
position better suited to you. I am growing a little weary of
your shit, and when I grow weary, guess what - I win; you lose.
Got that, BITCH!"

All over the hills, men were saying, "Fuck, we need a new plan."

Meanwhile, down at the lake, Sarah sat on a large flat rock
tossing pebbles at a floating stick. She suddenly found herself
surrounded by grinning men stroking hard cocks, all aimed at her.
She looked from one cock to the other, then from one smiling face
to the other, then smiled sheepishly and said, "I see you brought
your poles, but something tells me you're not here to fish."

Though they were all shaking their heads, no, several of her
admirers were holding back laughs which greatly eased Sarah's
anxiety. Their friendly smiles now seemed sincere. She figured
cute and friendly was the best way to deal with this situation,
so she added, "I don't suppose you'd believe me if I told you I
never get naked and sit alone by a lake tossing pebbles?"

Their spokesman said, "We heard you were a nature girl working on
an all-over tan and very friendly. Sure looks that way, except
you need to open up your sexy legs and let some of that good
sunlight in to tan your inner thigh area. Go ahead - lean back
and spread 'em wide. We've all seen pussy before. Go on. Don't be
shy. We won't hurt you. You have my word."

Looking around, she slowly eased back to settle on her elbows,
then drew her feet up and let the knees fall to the sides, fully
opening up her crotch to their intense stares. They may have seen
pussy before, but it must have been a while and been on a Moose.
Sarah felt pride and the warmth of their appreciative stares. She
looked at her own pussy and saw a gorgeous vagina in full bloom
in bright sunlight. She saw it plump up and grow flush. She
looked around at the men and their happy cocks, then said, "I
guess if you've seen one fifteen-year-old, gymnastic, virgin,
cheerleader pussy, you've seen them all."

An idiot said, "Yeah, but it ain't everyday you see a bigass
Saint Bernard fuck a fourteen-year-old one while lying on his
back."

He got slugged from both sides for that crack, and the bewildered
crack on the rock said after looking to each peeping Tom, "Have
we met...say, in a grassy clearing somewhere last year?"

The leader said, "Let's just say we know that ain't virgin pussy
and leave it at that."

Sarah looked to her mutt-fucking pussy, then back to say, "I
wasn't really interested in exploring the subject, but I want you
guys to know that no human penis has ever been inside this pussy,
and therein lies its virgin status, which I was saving for Mr.
Right. I just wanted you guys to know, you know, as one friend to
five."

The spokesman said, "That is important, and we respect that. You
are absolutely right to save your human penis virginity for Mr.
Right. Allow me to introduce me and my friends. We know you are
Sarah Goodfellow, so Sarah, meet Turn Right - Turn...Sarah. Next
to Turn is All - All Right - All...Sarah. On my right is Up Right
and his brother, Down Right. Up and Down, meet Sarah."

He had Sarah smiling as she shook each Mr. Right's hand. When it
came his turn, he took her hand and turned it to deliver a kiss
to the back, bringing it gently to his lips to say, "Now, lovely
lady, allow me to introduce myself. I am Done Right and I am Done
smitten by your loveliness, intelligence, charm, and natural
beauty. Dear sweet Sarah, my friends call me Done, but I wish you
would do me the honor of calling me Mr. Right." He then kissed
her hand and sent tingles all up and down her spine, which raised
goose bumps on her arm that she needed to rub briskly.

Sarah smiled very warmly and said, "You sure kiss a girl's hand
like Mr. Right....Okay, I guess this is my lucky day that five
Mr. Rights show up out of nowhere when I happen to be naked and
sunning my virgin pussy on a rock in the wilderness. What are the
odds? Am I lucky or what? With luck like this, I probably won't
get pregnant even though I'm ovulating."

Up Right said, "Your mom said you were on the pill, and she told
us to tell you that you can stay as long as you like."

All Right said, "Yeah, she told us to enjoy ourselves...all of
us."

Sarah said, "If she did, I know who put her up to it. Not that it
makes a difference, but just for the record, I am not on the pill
and this is a very bad time to be helping five Mr. Rights enjoy
themselves. That's my problem. I'll stay as long as you like.
Enjoy yourselves. Cum where you like. I'll let Mom deal withit."

Done's cock came to her lips as Look Right's cock came to her
other lips. Up's hands came down on her breasts as a Down finger
went up her ass. Turn jacked off while rubbing his cock on her
face. Most came in her pussy. They all did the second time. Her
ass took round three, and she sucked two off for round four, but
sucked them all trying to get them off. A good time was had by
all.

Everything ached on the way back to camp, and semen poured from
her nether holes to get caked by swirling dust. She looked quite
fucked. She entered the cabin just before darkness set in, just
in time for dinner. She glared at Beverly who smiled back and
said, "I'm sorry, Sarah. I really am sorry. That was mean. I am
also sorry for hitting Mom between the legs so hard. There won't
be anymore hitting, at least not with a belt. Like she says,
we're here to have fun and unwind, not fight each other. Let's be
friends. Can we."

"I hope you know I was ovulating. You got me pregnant."

"I can't get anyone pregnant. I'm a girl."

"You got Mom pregnant the same way you got me pregnant - playing
Queen Bitch, only I'm not your fucking whore."

"You could be. Do you want a bastard tattoo for your pregnant
belly? I can arrange that and get you one like Mom's for your
pretty white ass. I'll get you a bigger one since you're a bigger
whore."

That did it. Sarah grabbed two handfuls of hair and dragged Queen
Beverly off her three-legged throne and outside. This time,
mother and father stayed out of it and kept everyone in their
seats, ignoring Beverly's cries for help. Beverly got her ass
whipped good this time, but without a belt. Sarah bitch-slapped
that bitch all around the cabin - slapping, kicking, punching,
kneeing, hair-dragging - clearly establishing physical dominance,
and when Sarah returned to the doorway, panting, out of breath,
she looked to her father and said, when she could, "If you ever
touch that slut again, I'll kick your balls up between your
shoulder blades. If you have to have young pussy, you'll fuck
what's between my legs. [she looked to her mother] As for you,
nothing changes. I demand you show respect, but if you show it,
I'll treat you with respect. I know you know how to show respect
to a superior pussy. Now, take me to the shower and make me
decent for dinner."

All over the hills men were saying, "Jesus Christ! Scratch that
plan."   

* * *

That night, when the Goodfellows turned in, over one hundred
lookie loos vied for every square inch of space at two windows
with everyone shushing everyone else as the mass tried staying in
shadow. They could see the dethroned Queen curled on a cot and
facing the wall feeling sorry for herself. They could not see the
new queen but knew she was behind a dressing partition.

Husband and wife sat propped up in bed with the sheet at the
waist. They both looked eager and excited. Brenda had the King by
the dick and kept up a slow pumping action. Her actions and
demeanor suggested that she strongly approved of this new queen.
Brad, Jason, Dolly, and Jane all sat on one cot that was pulled
to the foot of the bed, a formal audience, something new. In the
previous season, the kids stayed on their cots and saw what they
could from there.

Brenda decided to make the wait better for their audience by
getting rid of the sheet, exposing the cock she stroked and the
pussy she stroked after tossing the sheet off to the side. Girls
looked at cock; boys looked at pussy, and Brenda made that pussy
look very good for them. She showed lots of the pink core that
they loved, tugged on the clit ring they liked so much, fingered
the hole they all came into the world through, and spread the
wetness briskly over her excited clit. The kids loved it. The
girls started looking more at pussy.

Outside, every hand stroked a dick, and some butts were getting
poked. Rude fuckers were being chastised, and chastisers were
being gang shushed. They were very excited, because they knew
that the new queen sported a full shave, given in the shower by
an attentive mother who ate it after denuding it. She turned
Sarah's already gorgeous pussy into a delectable treat no
straight woman could resist and men who worshipped the organ bit
down on something to keep from crying out. Sarah was without
doubt the sexiest and most beautiful creature the Black Hills
ever knew. 

After fucking five strong Ramrods to their knees, she knew she
was hot stuff, and knew sexual power for the first time, but
unlike Beverly, Sarah had the maturity to wield it, direct it,
and control it for the benefit of all who shared, bringing joy
and complete satisfaction to all who joined her. 

Brenda knew they had a real winner in lovely Sarah. Brenda had a
queen she could honestly worship, and she began worshipping her
queen in the shower. On some girls, beauty is only skin deep, but
on Sarah, her beauty went all the way up her ass. Brenda seemed
determined to kiss the seat of her daughter's beauty but couldn't
quite reach it, and Sarah was helping. Sarah accepted that
sincere oral praise and rewarded her anal-probing mother subject
with a beautiful kiss that left her subject awed, as though
seeing Sarah for the first time and sensing the depth of her
beauty - really deep.

The Black Hills were throbbing as Queen Sarah emerged from behind
the partition wearing her mother's teddy and nothing else. She
padded over to the stereo and turned on the music that was ready
- Credance - her father's favorite. While bent over the stereo,
showing her ass, her ass began moving to the music, swaying in a
wide stance to Proud Mary. Daddy's eyes were wide and his prick
wept golden tears.

Sarah stood slowly, turned cat-like, and advanced on the bed,
dancing the dance of a naked nymph in a teddy that she opened to
show tits that she fondled. When she arrived at the audience cot,
the audience parted to allow room for her to use it as a step to
the bed, but before leaving the cot, she let them feel her legs
while she swayed in place. Eight hands flowed reverently over her
legs from heel to crotch. They felt all over her supple ass and
felt her shaved areas. Their hands exposed her and got wet. 

Sarah opened the teddy fully and held it open with hands on hips,
showing her parents what her siblings were doing to her pussy.
They were getting it ready for sex, doing the foreplay, and doing
it very well. Getting them involved was something Queen Beverly
never did except to use them to fetch this or that, hold or
release Barney. Queen Sarah knew how to work an audience, and she
knew how to turn parents on, especially a father who had to stop
the mother to keep from cumming. That allowed the mother to use
two hands on the mother. That made her cum.

That cot dance made a lot of people cum, and pissed off those
they came on, but there was loud music, now, so the Goodfellows
were none the wiser.

When Sarah stepped onto the bed, she straddled her father's hips
and shrugged the teddy. Her dance featured her shaved pussy, a
masturbation of sorts, only more to exhibit than produce orgasm.
It damn near produced one in her target daddy. He ached, and then
she turned around and bent way over to look at him through her
legs. That damn near killed him and brought the mother up to
reverently lick her ass and pussy. 

If that wasn't a show of support and approval, sticking her
tongue up Sarah's ass sure was, but Sarah accepted that tongue in
the spirit it was given, braced both hands on her knees, assumed
a half squat, and offered her mother a better ass to pay homage
to. Her mother fucked ass with her tongue like a woman possessed
with ass fucking gorgeous young girls with her tongue. Beverly
sat up and took note as though she didn't know her mother was
like that. More men got creamed, but they were too mesmerized to
be upset about that. This was too good to turn away from, even to
punch an asshole.

Sarah teased her swaying pussy closer and closer to a dick her
father held up and centered. So as not to block his view, Brenda
abandoned the asshole and moved on her hands and knees to the
front so she could continue offering oral homage, now to a clit
with her tattooed ass aimed at one of the windows, offering those
lucky men a view of Brenda only Ramrods got to see without the
aid of binoculars, telescopes, or telephoto lenses. They weren't
disappointed. The other window was.

The kids loved seeing their horny mother lick pussy, especially
that pussy from so close with such enthusiasm. She really loved
licking Sarah's pussy, and Sarah loved having her pussy licked by
her mother with her siblings watching. While dancing her hot
pussy closer to the cock, another sibling, a somber sibling,
quietly took a seat at the far end of the cot and watched while
avoiding eye contact with Sarah but not her mother. Beverly
seemed to be saying, "Why didn't you ever lick my pussy like
that?"

Brenda didn't let Beverly inhibit her. Sarah finally touched the
head of her father's cock with the lips of her pussy, then took
the head, then came off, then took more than the head. Daddy
groaned from this tease that took him by the inch with a rhythm
and a beat until she had him all - then came off, fully off,
stood up, and got turned around. She then squatted and fucked him
like a Saint Bernard with a pussy that any stripper would be
proud to bump and grind.

Daddy exploded and heaved up, blasting his seed against the back
wall of a pussy that came straight from pussy Heaven. The cunt
sat and forced him down and in deep, then ground him to pulp. She
drained his ass, then fell forward to kiss him while her mother
licked at their sloppy genitals like a human fuck rag. Though
Brenda couldn't see it, Beverly's eyes said, "How come you never
sucked my fucked cunt like that?"

That scene didn't leave a hard cock in the gallery. Wet butts
were all over. Cum ran down the window panes. Something had to be
done about that before a Goodfellow noticed. Even New Yorkers
know it don't rain cum in the Black Hills. Guys wiped when no one
was looking.

Those inside were too busy watching Brenda lick genitals, and to
do that, she knelt in a wide stance at the foot edge of the bed
with her ass right at the cot. Ten hands roamed her body while
she masturbated with her two. Those ten hands felt great because
they were adoring hands, even Beverly's, though hers tended to
roam over her tattoos, a permanent legacy of her reign of terror
that her mother would always treasure, though when first faced
with getting them, she almost pulled the plug on the crazy bitch.
She was now glad she allowed Beverly to be all she could be. They
both had the experience and the tattoos to remember it by. And
the bastard, but Brenda always wanted a big family. Twelve kids
is big.

At the other end of Sarah, a father looked in-love. Sarah smiled
into his adoring eyes and said, "Well, do I get the job?"

He beamed back and said, "Sarah, you are beautiful, so
beautiful."

"Yes, but will you respect me in the morning?"

"I don't see why. I don't respect you now...ask a stupid
question."

Sarah grew a warm smile and said, "Touchee."

"Sarah, Beverly needs to be brought back into this family. Only
you can do that. She's on the cot and probably feeling pretty
low. It wasn't her fault. We gave her all the rope she needed to
get tangled up in. This was way over her head, and we were way
irresponsible. We wanted to see how nasty she could get, and she
did not disappoint us. You know she's not a bad person. You know
that, don't you?"

"I know that, Daddy. We are all Goodfellows. I'll bring her back.
I never intended to leave her out in the cold. I never did blame
her. I never blamed Barney. He's a dog; she's a slut; I'm a
bitch; You are a dirty middle-aged man; Mom...Mom is a damn good
daughter licker."

"She has good material. Sarah, she'd like to serve as our fuck
rag. Do you mind using her that way?"

"Not at all. I think she makes a great fuck rag. A damn good
whore, too. I wouldn't mind breeding her myself. She needs lots
of fucking and a few more bastards. No sense in letting those
tattoos go to waste. Do you mind if I treat your wife like my
whore?"

He smiled big, kissed her nose, and said, "She's all yours,
precious. She is head over heels in-love with your sexy ass."

"Tell me about it. My asshole is having a love affair with her
tongue and making my pussy jealous."

"Keep her barefoot and pregnant and you'll make her very happy."

"Good, because we have a small army of horny men spying on us.
They want Goodfellow pussy and we're ate up with it. Would you
like to make the natives happy?"

"How many?"

"A bunch. Mom and I could handle them, but I know Beverly would
want in, and Dolly is as ready as she'll ever be. She'll want in.
Are you game?"

"Well, if you girls are...why not? Fucking doesn't hurt pussy."

"Spoken like a person with a dick. By the way, how do you deal
with a pregnant daughter?"

"Doggie style in the later stages - in the ass while she's giving
birth."

"That's what I figured. Spoken like a true pervert."

"I'm a Goodfellow, but I'm no saint."

"You're a pervert, but if that turns you on, I won't whine about
an abortion or birth control. I don't know about giving birth
doggie style, but as Beverly says, I'll try anything twice."

"You're a sweetheart. I can't stand a whining bitch."

"Me neither...well, I think Mom has had enough fuck. She just
came. If you'll let go of my ass, I'll go thank her and bring
Beverly back to the pack."

"Go get 'em, girl."

Brenda had collapsed with her butt in the air. Sarah got up, got
turned around, and smacked her butt, saying, "You did good,
bitch. Keep up the good work."

Brenda said thanks as Sarah got off the bed and went around to
Beverly's end. Beverly looked apprehensive, braced for a slap,
but Sarah softly placed two hands on her face and kissed her. It
was a good long kiss on the lips and when Sarah eased off to look
in Beverly's face she saw awe, and love, and admiration. Sarah
smiled and kissed her again.

When she came away this time, she said, "I love you, Beverly. I'm
sorry I hurt you."

"I'm sorry I was such a bitch. You were great, Sarah. You were
awesome."

"I had a good teacher. I learned a lot from you. I'll do this my
way. You did it your way. Dolly will get to do it her way. We're
Goodfellows. We do it our way."

"Yeah, we do...Sarah, do you really love me? Does anyone?"

"I don't see how anyone could. You are pure evil and a total
bitch. [Beverly's face fell like a bowling ball out of an old
whore's cunt] ask a stupid question [But sprang right back and
made a happy face] Of course we love you. We all love you. If
anyone has cause not to love you it's Mom, and she loves you very
much."

"No, she can't, and I don't blame her."

"She has no regrets and wouldn't get your tattoos removed if she
could, and she can but isn't interested. I thought she might and
I read about laser removal. She set me straight and told me that
those are your tattoos. They will stay there until you want them
removed. She loves you, Beverly. As long as those tattoos give
you the slightest pleasure, she'll wear them for you. Don't feel
guilty. If it makes your pussy wet, make her live with the
fuckers."

Beverly smiled her nasty smile and said, "Truth is, it does make
my pussy wet. I love seeing her with those tattoos and rings."

"I'm glad, because you're going to need a wet pussy."

"I like the sound of that. What do you have in mind, a family
orgy?"

"Let's go for a walk. [looking to her eves-dropping younger
sister] You'll need a wet pussy, too, so you better take a walk
with us."

Dolly perked up and said, "If I need a wet one, I've got what I
need. Are we going to try to find three horny bears?"

The two big sisters laughed and took kid sister by the hands. As
they headed for the door, fifty men went scrambling for cover.
About half made it. The rest illustrated the problem. The girls
pretended not to notice them, moved down the road, and listened
to what Sarah had to say. Together, they formulated a plan to
flush out a covey of cocks while the men were all up in the hills
scrapping yet another plan because they knew they had been
discovered by the Goodfellow girls. 

Back at the diner, most teams blamed the Badfellows for blowing
it, and no one had a clue as to how to salvage it. They all
feared the Goodfellows would pack up and head for other hills now
that they knew their privacy had been grossly violated by those
damn morons on team Badfellow. The Badfellows were obsessed with
finding out who tipped off their name. They all looked at Festus,
the idiot who hid under a bucket like a tall lamp with a dick.
Fucking moron.

Festus faced a lynch mob and backed into a wooden Indian as a
Tripod said, "Let's get some rope, enough for four sacks of
shit."

Gringo turned to face the mob with hands outstretched, shouting,
"Hold on. We don't know for sure that they noticed anything.
Maybe they didn't, and they never acted like they did. We won't
know till morning. If they look like they are striking camp,
we'll go down and apologize. Maybe the Ramrods should join us.
Maybe we can convince them that nine was all it was and we'll
never do it again."

Done Right [not his real name, of course] said, "He has a point
and a good idea. We're in tight with the gal in charge. Like he
said, they might not have noticed and everything is cool. If it
is, I think we're in better shape with Sarah running the show.
She's a playful little thing and she likes rugged mountain men."

Turn said,  "She likes reducing them to little boys with saggy
peters."

A Poker said, "Well, I'm tired of looking down and seein' a hard
cock I gotta beat the shit out of."

Done said, "She wanted to know if we had any friends that like
fucking little girls."

A Tripod said, "And what did you tell her, no, it's just you five
needle-dink bunny jumpers?"

"No, I told her she had a big fan club, and that made her smile.
She knows we saw her fucking the mutt. She's a bright girl. If
she has a big fan club, she knows everybody around here saw. I
say we see how this plays out, and I say you fellas let us handle
the Goodfellows."

That caused an immediate uproar that Gringo quelled by
out-shouting everyone, then calmly and quietly saying, "I say we
let the Ramrods get them in the mood to party with us rugged
mountain men, and I say we don't go swarming down on 'em like a
bunch of horny yahoos with hard dicks. I say we draw straws and
go down by teams while the rest stays up in the blinds and
watches, and we all know where to take 'em where the watchin' is
best. When a team all has saggy peters, we bid 'em adieu, take
our leave, and tag the next team that goes strollin' down the
road all smiles and friendly like. Anyway, that's what I say."

That said a lot that no one could think of a thing wrong with.
Sounded pretty damn good, so the waitress, Maggie, got straws
ready then called out, "All right you horny, rugged, moose
fuckers - each team send a straw puller. If you ain't in a team,
make one of no more than six. While you're at it, come up with a
name that's better than Badfellows. I'll be on any team willing
to call themselves the Panty Raiders."

Maggie had her team within one minute. Ten more teams formed up.
Others joined established teams to give them six members, but no
one wanted to be a Badfellow, and the Badfellows didn't want
Festus, but Festus was the cross they bore. They still had four,
but now they had a plan and the shortest straw. Festus drew it,
and they sent him to draw because he always drew the shortest
straw, but in most straw pulls, the short straw got fucked. This
one, too, but now Festus was a hero. They'd get sloppy seconds
but not tenths, or worse,  twentieths like those dumb bastards on
team Mother Fucker.

* * *
Goodfellows awoke to their first morning in the '99 wilderness.
They woke up nature lovers and decided to stay that way. Sarah
secured a promise from each that no matter who or how many came
along, they would not hide, cover, or be bashful. They were now a
family of nudists on vacation. All clothing must go into the
locked van, and she got to hide the key. After some debate and a
few what-if scenarios, all clothing went into the van, was
locked, and the key given to Sarah who went for a walk and
returned without it - done deal. The Goodfellows were now nudists
with tattoos, rings, and shaved pussies all around except for
Jane who didn't need one but wanted one, so she got one to make
her happy.

Sarah didn't tell anyone about the plan she and her sisters came
up with, but that was the plan. In a sense, she did. Sarah
assumed that all that naked flesh would lure cocks out of bushes.
At eight in the morning, right after a hearty breakfast, they
heard the distinct sound of hard cocks whistling in hip waders.
Once you've heard that sound, you never forget it.

Beverly perked up and theatrically said, "Hark! Is that the sound
of men approaching, my ears doth hear?"

Her mother said, "That's those fucking fishermen again. I didn't
think we saw the last of them. [looking to Sarah] Yesterday, your
sister practically bred me to Barney in front of them. At least
she tried. She almost got bred herself, but they are obviously
back to see someone get bred. I'm game if you're interested. I'll
play the bitch for you."

Sarah stood up from the table and said, "I know you will. I can
see you're in heat, but you'll also play the whore for me. That
sign on your ass should read, SARAH'S WHORE. Unless you want me
to make a correction, we'll just pretend that it does, won'twe?"

Brenda never expected that very Beverly response from sweet
Sarah, but it was clear she absolutely loved it. She nodded hard,
but also said, "No, there's no need to correct Beverly's tattoo.
We all know whose whore I am now. I am your whore, Sarah."

"Good, now get your pregnant whore ass up and come meet my
friends. They are dying to meet you as in M E A T you. Act like
you want meat. [addressing the amused family] The rest of you
come and watch this. I will show you how to properly breed a
whore."

Stools went flying, and the whore's legs felt like rubber.
Beverly only bred her to one man a number of times, and he was a
friend of the family, a business associate of Jimmy's who she had
the hots for anyway. That wasn't as much a breeding as it was
forcing an affair out into the open while taking away the birth
control. Publicly making love to a lover for the express purpose
of creating an illegitimate child was way different than the type
of breeding of a whore that Sarah seemed to have in mind. Brenda
wasn't sure her husband would go along with that, but he was
coming along.

The men, now numbering six, beamed big smiles on seeing all those
naked bodies coming out to meet them with Sarah leading her
mother by the elbow. The mother looked a little pale and walked
on legs made of fine looking rubber. On drawing near, Sarah
called out, "Hello Mr. Rights. Hello, Turn, All, Up, Down. Hello
Done. Is see we have another Mr. Right."

Done said, "Hello yourself, and meet Look. Look...Sarah;
Sarah...Look."

As Sarah shook hands with a great big man, she said while looking
inside his poked-out waders, "Wow, you look right to me, big
guy."

Done said, "I see we have a lot of nature lovers, now. Is it
contagious?"

"Must be. Stick around. I'll bet your clothes come off."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Sure. Make yourselves right at home. Take your waders off...then
the rest. Get natural."

Turning to the grinning others, Done said, "Here that, boys? You
heard the lady. Shuck them fishin' duds and get natural."

The men eagerly shucked their duds, dropped their fishing props,
and soon stood naked with their poles sticking out - quite a
sight. Sarah said, "Please excuse my mother's rudeness for
staring at your hard cocks, but she's a whore...[she turned her
mom around and pushed her head down between her rubbery
knees]...see."

The men gazed open-mouthed at the provocative sight. Done found
his voice and said, "Yeah, we saw that yesterday, but Look didn't
get to see it."

Look had a pole and a half, ramrod stiff and muscular. Look
looked impressed. Sarah took Look by the pole as she said, "She
heard your whistling and you see what that did to her cunt. She
is an embarrassment, but I suppose all whores are to their
families. I suppose the best way to introduce yourselves to a
whore is to walk up and stick your cock in her cunt for a few
strokes. I know she prefers that to shaking hands. Why don't you
go first, Look? Her name is Brenda, but she goes by whore or
bitch, either one."

Look made a big and deep impression in Brenda. The bitch took a
few strokes while saying, "How do you do?" After Done got done,
when All stepped in and got in, Done got Sarah off to the side
and whispered, "This is great, but could we take this little
party out to your clearing out back?"

Sarah looked toward the wooded hills, then back to Done wearing a
knowing smile as she said, "Why, do you have friends out there?"

"A few."

"How many is a few?"

"Okay, a bunch."

"Give me a number and make it an accurate headcount. It won't
make a difference. I just want to know."

"All right, but first, let me assure you, they just want to
watch."

"How many?"

"About 120."

"One twenty! [she looked again] Are you telling me there are one
hundred and twenty people out there? [he nodded] Right now?"

"You can look all you want. You'll never see one. You might see
one, that Bozo with the bucket on his head."

Sarah chuckled, then said, "Wow, one twenty - all men?"

"Just about all."

"All horny?"

"Every last one."

"Well, let's go make them hornier, shall we?"

"Lead the way."

The introductions were complete, so Sarah slapped her mother's
ass and said, "Hey, gang, lets take this to a more natural
setting. Follow me. Brad, bring Mom's masturbation stool and Big
Ben. I can tell she's in a showoff mood. Jason, get Barney's
leash. I know we'll need to stake him down until she's ready for
him, although she's already ready for him, aren't you, bitch? You
want that big bad doggie to fuck your horny bitch pussy, don't
you?"

She no longer had legs of rubber. Her hind legs led the pack as
she said, "YES! God yes. I am so fucking horny, I could fuck a
platoon of Marines."

Sarah looked to Done and they almost cracked up. Sarah said, "Can
you say that a little louder?"

Brenda shouted at the top of her lungs, "I AM SO MOTHER FUCKING
HORNY, I COULD FUCK AND SUCK THE ENTIRE UNITED STATED STATES GOD
DAMN MARINE CORP!...How's that?"

Sarah playfully swatted her mother's ass and said, "If there are
any god damn Marines in those hills, you're in for a fucking in
your god damn ass." She then whispered to Done, "Are there any?"

"You're talking to one. Semper Fi, god damnit!"

"If Semper Fi means fuck the bitch, I'll salute it."

Down said, "It means, always faithful."

Sarah said, "My mother would never make it in the Marines. She
has always been a cheating whore. Isn't that right, Mom?"

Her husband asnswered for her, saying, "Always Unfaithful -
Semper Infidelus is her credo."

On arrival in the center of the clearing, the wife turned to come
face-to-face with the husband wearing an affectionate smile.
Everyone saw a private moment and gave them space, plus Sarah
held them back using both arms as a barricade. He came in close
and held her, looking into her smiling eyes with his smiling eyes
until she softly said, "Semper Infidelus. I like it. It's us.
It's right for us, isn't it?"

"Yes, Brenda. It's right for us. It has never been more right. I
have never been more certain of anything...and darling...I have
never loved you more or seen you look more radiantly beautiful."

Sarah wiped tears from her eyes while watching them kiss, and all
through the hills men were going, "Ah fuck! Not again!"

But when the kiss ended, they came apart. Jimmy looked to Sarah
and said, "She's all yours."

Sarah, still wiping happy tears because she was at heart a
hopeless romantic, gathered herself and said, "Well, it's about
fucking time. We don't have time for all this lovie dovie husband
and wife mushy shit. I have a bitch to breed." And then she lost
it and threw herself into her mother's arms and said while
blubbreing, "God, I love you so much, Mother. This is so hard for
me. I don't think I can do this."

Jimmy came in to join a threeway hug and asked everyone to give
them a little privacy. That was a joke, but an inside joke.  They
all went back to the edge of the clearing, out of quiet talk
ear-shot, and they were talking quietly while both parents
stroked Sarah's back and cute fanny. Her dad couldn't resist the
fanny.

Brenda said, "I understand, Sarah, but you are perfect. You must
know that I know you are acting perfect."

Jimmy said, "You are perfect, Sarah. You have no idea how
perfect."

Sarah wiped more tears and said, "I know, and I guess I sensed
what perfect was, and I know that Semper Infidelus is the creed
you guys want to live by. It's perfect for your marriage. I know
all that, but I wish someone else could do this perfectly. It
kills me to treat my mother this way. I adore her so much."

Jimmy said, "Do you think I don't? Do you think I don't worship
the ground she walks on and pray every day of my life that I
never have to live one second beyond her. Have you any idea how
empty I would be without her at my side, or how empty and
meaningless sex would be with anyone, even you, if she weren't
there to share it with me. Sarah, I flat out fucking adore you,
but I would crawl naked over ten of you to kiss this woman's ass
if she were leaving me forever."

Brenda said, "Honey, sweetheart, your father and I are soulmates.
Fidelity is meaningless to us. We share in each other's
infidelity and we receive great joy from doing that. We never
cheat. We share, but we have never had a perfect situation until
you took over. You have given us a gift more precious than all
the riches on this earth, and you make this all beautiful,
gloriously beautiful. Please don't tell me you can't. I know you
can, and derive pleasure from it. You just think you demean and
degrade me. You think bitch hurts, or whore shames me. From you,
those are terms of endearment. They are treasures I will always
treasure, like Beverly's rings and tattoos. Honey, can't you
understand?"

Sarah smiled and looked to each parent in turn, then to her
mother to say, "Yes, I can understand, but I needed to hear it
again for it to sink in. I might need to hear it again and again,
but I will never stop if you need this or need me. I see you do.
And, you are right, I do derive pleasure from this - quite a bit
surprisingly. I think that's what scares me. I saw how Beverly
got all tangled up. I am not that much brighter, especially when
I let my dumb cunt do all my thinking."

Jimmy said, "But, sweetheart, we love the way your dumb cunt
thinks. When you think with your cunt, you become sexually
brilliant. You might get tangled up, but you have enough sense to
get untangled before moving on. That's where Beverly went wrong,
and we hate stopping and messing with tangled rope."

Brenda said, "That spoils it for us. We want to be carried along.
We don't want to lead or direct. We hate stopping. We won't stop,
and that led to these rings and tattoos. We never stopped
Beverly, and we have much greater confidence in you. Lead, we'll
follow, and let your cunt do your thinking."

Her dad said, "Use your heart and your brain to untangle knots.
We love your cunt and your brain, and we know where your heart
is"

Mom said, "I am your whore, Sarah. If it will help sink that
reality in, maybe we should correct the tattoo. It should read
SARAH'S WHORE. Place BARNEY'S BITCH on my chest."

Sarah said, "That thought did occur to my cunt, only I would just
put BITCH. Some people might think Barney is a man. Bitch says it
all, and a bitch will fuck any dog. Semper Infidelus."

Jimmy said, "A genius! The kid is a sexual genius."

The mother smiled at her genius as Sarah said, "Well, the genius
thinks we need to get this shindig back on track. The wife should
get on her knees before the husband so that the husband can piss
in her face to please the domineering daughter, letting the slut
wife know where she stands - or kneels, rather - kneel, bitch."

The bitch slowly sank to her knees. The husband took hold of his
limp dick. The bushes held their breaths. When the amber stream
flowed, a collective sigh of relief went, "Thank God."

The gallery that had been sent off saw that and returned to
gather around the couple for the final squirts of Brenda's golden
shower. Jimmy had to go bad. He relieved himself and shook the
last drops off onto her bowed head - nice touch. 

After that nice touch, Sarah pushed her mother onto her back,
then got over her in reverse to place her cunt over the face,
looking to the men, saying, "Fill 'er up, men. Brad, hand me Big
Ben then take a leg. Jason, take the other leg and make a wish.
Let's see if I can't inspire this soggy whore to suck some nasty
cunt."

The bushes were beside themselves. Of course they were, it was a
thicket, but some bushes had hardons with shaking leaves. Jimmy
looked around and realized they weren't in a secluded spot by a
long shot, but Sarah did say they were being spied on. He then
thought about the empty town they drove through, took another
look through the hills and estimated over a hundred. He looked
over his four girls who all had their very own adult peni, even
Baby Jane who was swinging on her Look. Looked ominous.

After Sarah, Beverly and Dolly got fucked over their mother's
face. Now Baby Jane demanded her turn and Look was her man. Her
eyes were much bigger than her snatch, but she wanted equality
with her pick of the prick litter, which posed a big problem that
required sexual genius to solve.

Sarah placed Jane in position, then had Look get in position,
then put the head of Look to the quim of Jane and began pumping.
Jane was happy. It was like fucking. Look liked it, and it looked
like it, and when that flesh cannon went off, Brenda knew it.
What a fucking mess!

The Ramrods did very well and didn't go little-boy-limp until
they all got off four times. The nasty chore took two hours, but
they eventually said they had to go, said their farewells, then
dragged ass down the road and tagged the Badfellows who
immediately began whistling.

Back in the clearing, Beverly perked up and said, "HARK! Men
approacheth."

Brenda, sprawled flat on her back, said, "Oh Christ. What are
they working, tag teams."

Sarah stood over her and said, "Stop your whining. You still have
a few dry spots on you."

"I need to do something with my hair. I'm a mess."

Boy, that was an understatement. She looked like she stepped from
the shower and forgot to rinse out the cream rinse. Humor was a
good sign. There was a lot of life left in that whore, and the
girls were just getting cranked up. More victims approacheth.
Sarah, Beverly, and Dolly went to greet them and lure them to the
slaughterhouse. 

The Badfellows were met by the three naked girls with Sarah
saying, "Hi, guys. Wanna party?"

Two dropped their poles. They all dropped their jaws. The girls
dropped their waders, knelt, and sucked them into following when
they went prancing off. Badfellows left a trail of fishing props
and clothing all the way from the road to the clearing. When they
got there, they were offered the whore, legs wide, a whore's
welcome. Gringo went first, then Curly, then Tom, then Festus.
Sloppy seconds is one thing, but Festus made fuck bubbles when he
fucked.

The brilliant Sarah figured the whore needed to get them first,
because sexy young girls can always get a man to rise to the
occasion if a rising is possible. A well-fucked whore should
never follow a fresh young girl, and the girls did stay fresh,
keeping Brad and Jimmy busy fetching douche water and dry towels.
The whore got nothing but pissed on and the ground around her
wasn't fit to walk barefoot across, and it was slippery, but free
of ants thanks to the vigilant Jason who crawled a continuous
circle around his mother with a hammer in one hand and a
magnifying lens in the other. He disabled them with the lens and
smashed with the hammer. His efforts made a circular path free of
all forms of living matter.

After sending the Badfellows on their way, Sarah stood with her
back to her father's front, being held and stroked by him, and
they were looking at the scene - Brenda sprawled within a
twelve-foot diameter circle of no-ants-land, lying in toxic
waste, all within a pastoral woodland wilderness setting. In the
foreground, sitting in clean grass, Baby Jane sat contemplating
her pussy. The bizarre and profound picture seemed to say
something about the meaning and purpose of life.

Sarah had just emerged from a fast shower and had just been
briskly dried by her father who now ran his hands down her front
to her lower abdomen, saying, "Yes, you feel good and pregnant
now."

"I should be good and pregnant by now. Daddy, look at that scene.
Do you see a metaphor about life and the meaning of life in that
scene?"

He thought for a while, then said, "Yes. Yes I do, but only after
taking in all the unseen lookie loos in the shrubbery."

"What is the meaning?"

"Shakespeare said it best. Life is but a play and we are all
actors on a stage. I see theater in the round with workers
maintaining the set and bit players contemplating her navel..."

"Pussy."

"Okay, pussy, but I see a bit player passing time between scenes.
The audience for the most part watches unseen, but each takes a
turn by coming onto the set. Yes, I do see the metaphor. I see it
quite well, now. What do you see?"

"I see what you see, now. Before, I just knew I was seeing
something profound. Is that all life is - a play? Is that all
we're here for, to entertain each other?"

"I'm sure there is a higher purpose, but entertainment is a means
to an end. This may be a celebration of physical life and nature.
I think people are involved in all sorts of plays from comedies
to serious drama, war, and tragedy. I think we - all of us here -
are into a sex play set in nature. I think we were all drawn
together and drawn here, and another unseen audience in spirit
may be looking down on the whole thing with the big picture. They
may wind us up and set us loose to see what happens."

"What, we have no freedom to choose our own destiny?"

"I don't know, Sarah, but when I follow my destiny, everything
feels right and goes right, but when I fight it, everything feels
wrong, turns to shit, and nothing ever goes my way.  If this
subject interests you, read 'Seat of the Soul' by Gary Zukov. He
explains this better than anyone I've read, but it has been years
since I read that book. I retained the message and took that to
heart. Your mother did, too, and we came to see that we are
soulmates and fidelity has no meaning to us, that playing that
game wasn't right for us. We threw out all of society's rules and
conventions, then began building a set of values that felt right
for us."

"Like what?"

"One was that sexual freedom and masturbation was good at any
age, and that family members should be intimate with one another
to the degree they want intimacy, love, and affection, but adults
should never force intimacy on a child but be open to welcome and
receive it if offered. There is no incest taboo in our home,
never was after Zukov. We just set the stage and waited."

Sarah mulled that over, then said, "Yes, I see it, now. Beverly
was first to seek intimacy, wasn't she?"

"She was the first girl, but Brad was first."

"Brad fucked Mom way back then?"

"Uh...no."

"Well, what sort of intimacy did he want with her, massages?"

"You assume a son would first seek sexual intimacy with his
mother."

"Oooooh,...oh wow...duh. Genius strikes. So, did you welcome his
sexual intimacy?"

"Yes...fully, completely, like a couple of queers, but he grew
out of that stage and began focusing on his little sister and now
his mother. He is bisexual as are most if given full sexual
freedom."

"Dad, I want you to know that for many years your abnormal
lifestyle and crazy values made me think you were a real pervert
and a child molester. Why didn't you teach us these things, or
talk about these things, or explain your moral code and values?
That is what parents do."

"I know they do, but that would make them yours when you have
every right to look at the world around you and decide for
yourself what values you want and which to reject. Imposing
morality and social values on children is the worst form of child
abuse, which amounts to the rape of their minds and the
destruction of their free will, which takes away the right to
choose the life they want. They always follow the path they feel
they must - almost always. I know it was tough, Sarah, but you
have your own life, and don't let us pressure you into ours if
this feels wrong for you."

"Actually, this feels very right for me. I do love muscling my
way into your marriage and pushing you to degrade, humiliate, and
abuse your loving wife to amuse me."

He nuzzled and kissed her neck while saying, "I will do anything
to amuse you, my dear, anything."

"Good, then I will amuse you by staying barefoot and pregnant."

They heard whistling in the distance and Beverly cry out, "HARK!
Mine ears doth tingle from the sweet music of cocks whistling on
yonder highway."

Sarah broke the embrace, turned, and said, "Act three, scene one
- action."

"Break a leg, kid."

                                                      The End

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CAUTION: Exercise caution and good sense before engaging in
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
offered to promote the only safe sex there is - masturbation.
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because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex
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