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From: Phil Phantom <pp@philphantom.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Sawyer's Harem
Date: Wed, 18 Jul 2001 01:10:02 -0400
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                              Sawyer's Harem
                             By: Phil Phantom
                    HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com

The big, ugly, mean, nasty child molester got up from his chair
at the Robinson family dinner table, marched over to the fair
Malissa, their sixteen-year-old pride and joy, yanked her out of
her chair, ripped off all of her clothes, forced her over the
table and into food, dipped two fingers in the butter, thoroughly
lubricated Malissa's asshole, then crammed nine very stiff inches
of cock up her ass while pulling back on her hair so that stunned
Robinsons could see the anguished faces she made while he fucked
the shit out of her.

Mr. and Mrs. Robinson sat open-mouthed. Craig, Benny, Lilly,
Steve, little Marsha, and baby Michael, all junior siblings, sat
in wide-eyed wonder, each deep in his or her own thoughts.

Fifteen-year-old Craig thought: Damn, Malissa is even prettier
than I ever dreamed. Fuck, what a bod, what a fucking ass! Dad
sure is giving it to her like a true Sawyer. I should be taking
notes.

Fourteen-year-old Benny thought: What a great set of tits!
Christ, they don't look anywhere near that big in clothes, and
man, what nipples. They're even longer than Mom's - pinker, too.
Flip 'er over, Bill, flip her over and make 'em squirt somemore.

Thirteen-year-old Lilly, thought: Wow, what a neat dick Bill has.
Dad's dick isn't that long, but Dad's dick would really make her
howl - in the ass it would. I'll bet you anything Bill gets her
pregnant again - but not that way.

Eleven-year-old Steve thought: Man, it sure is weird seeing her
naked. I'll bet Mom is jealous, and I'll bet Dad has a big ole
hardon...yup, hard as a board. I don't need medicine this bad.
It's not like I'm going to die if I don't get it. It's just
feel-good stuff and it makes the brownies taste yucky. Beats
smoking it. I'm sorry, Malissa. I didn't know they were going to
get the money this way. Honest.

Four-year-old Marsha thought: Why is he doing that to my mommy?

Eighteen-month-old Baby Michael thought: Why is he doing that to
my mommy? Christ, look at all the milk he's wasting! I'llstarve.

Daddy Robinson thought: We must be out of our fucking minds.
Nothing is worth this. I have to stop this. Oh God, no Bill. Let
her hide her face, for Christ's sake....Shit, don't squeeze her
tits again....Oh, you fucking sick bastard.

Mother Robinson had all she could take. With that last double
squirt in the face, she burst into tears and ran from the room,
hysterical, putting a damper on Bill's fun, making him stop,
release Malissa's tits and look a question to Fred Robinson.

Fred stood and pushed Bill away gently but firmly, saying,
"Either we do this in Malissa's room or forget it. I'll give your
damn check back. Say the word."

Fred helped Malissa to stand erect, and helped her brush and wipe
food from her body while Bill decided what he wanted to do. Bill
stood where Lilly could check out his shit-stained member. He
caught her eye, gave her a smiling wink, and made his poopy prick
bob. She checked to make sure her siblings were still scoping out
Malissa's goodies, then gave him a smiling look that said, "Make
it do that again."

She was a real honey, ripe for the plucking - a frisky little
pup, too. He tried to make his deal for Lilly, but the Robinsons
would not discuss it. Malissa or nothing. He now saw that he
could get Lilly without a deal. She'd be easy. She'd never run.
That one would meet him. She wanted it, and she was getting a
late start for a Robinson bitch.

Bill was a rapist who preyed mostly on Robinson bitches. They
weren't easy, but they don't bring in the law and they'll bear
the bastards. Robinsons don't want no trouble, not from no
Sawyer. Yes, they were easy pickings when you could get one
alone. That was the hard part, but that got easy when Sawyer cops
started helping by making pick-ups, going to homes, making
arrests, even taking Robinson bitches out of their classes at
school. Sooner or later, you are bound to catch one at the right
time of the month. Those were the days, gone now, big scandal,
lost jobs, arrests, convictions, prison terms. Lucky for the
Robinsons it wasn't their doing, and lucky for Bill that Fred's
Robinsons didn't join the Sawyer feeding frenzy once it got
underway.

Bill hadn't raped any of Fred's Robinsons bitches in over two
years. They were hard to get to without police help. For a while,
they were steady fare. He impregnated Claire Robinson once for
sure with two possibles. Craig was a sure, a recognized offspring
though he bore the Robinson surname. That boy was a Sawyer. Benny
and Steve were possibles, hard to tell, both took after their
mother.

He knocked Malissa up twice, but raped her dozens of times over a
four-year period to get those two bastards in her. She ripened
early and had Marsha at age twelve and two months. He raped her
mom even more and over many more years, going back to early high
school. He hadn't raped Claire in almost three years. Maybe that
was what set her off, got to missing that pile-driving Sawyer
cock too much. Her little girl sure knew a good cock when she saw
one. He had her smiling.

Fred interrupted their silent communication and gave Lilly a hard
scowl that set her back in her seat before he looked to Bill and
said, "Did you decide what you want to do?"

Bill looked over Malissa and made her turn slowly in the center
of three brothers, Marsha, her father, and himself. They all
checked out her goodies as she did. When she had her back to
them, all except her dad dipped low to look between her legs. Her
pussy showed real good from the rear. She knew they were gawking
at her pussy but didn't care. Her dad didn't say anything but
wasn't pleased with the boys' behavior.

When she again came to face Bill, all three boys were on their
knees at her ass, gazing at her cunt while hanging on her legs.
Marsha was in front on her knees, holding onto knees. Fred
reached back and thumped each boy on the head while Bill played
roughly with Malissa's tits. Thumping them did no good, and boys
looking at her pussy was the least of her concerns, so Fred
turned his attention to Bill, saying, "Well?"

"I'm thinking. [to Malissa] Step out and give those kids a good
look at your cunt. [she stepped] Now reach between your legs with
both hands and open up the lips for them. Show them your whole
cunt and your cunt hole."

Fred was very surprised to see his daughter follow that order
without a whimper of protest or show of disdain. She gave those
boys a vision that he just had to see, so he leaned back and
dipped to check that spread out as Marsha scrambled out from up
front and tried squeezing in at the back where the better view
now was.

What a cunt! If Malissa had any vaginal shyness, it didn't show
in the way she showed her cunt, which was odd behavior in a girl
known for excessive modesty. No one ever saw shit of Malissa,
except Sawyers, Bill in particular. Hell, he probably had it
memorized, but it had been years - two years and three months at
least. He conceived Michael in total ignorance while angry mobs
rounded up Sawyers. He held her captive in a remote cabin for a
full week, bound naked to a bed, determined to knock her ass up.
He did, but when he brought her back, his support group was gone.
Three were dead, eight in critical condition, fifteen in hospital
beds or jail cell bunks. The lone Sawyer smiled sheepishly and
backed out of town until it was safe to turn and run.

He needed to see this improved Malissa cunt. This had to be
better than the skinny Malissa version. Fred looked but didn't
make a complete ass of himself. He came up and placed his arm
around Malissa's hunched-over shoulders to give her a fatherly
hug while Bill played with her hanging tits and tugged the leaky
nipples. She was bent forward, so the teeny-bopper mother udders
had a nice pendulous sway to them when batted. Bill pressed them
together and said, "Damn, Fred, your daughter has developed a
great set of jugs on her since I last raped her. She now has a
good set of fucking jugs, mudder udders. Feel how soft these jugs
are, Fred."

Fred felt because he was dying to, but said while feeling her up
with both hands, "Damnit, Bill, make your decision."

"I think I need to go fuck your wife first. I think she's
jealous. It has been a while, you know."

"She's not jealous and you know it. She hates you, can't stand
you, and seeing you have your way with a good and decent daughter
you have ruined twice over was too much to bear. Squirting her in
the face sure didn't help."

"I think she misses me. Let me go talk to her."

"You'll rape her and she doesn't need that right now."

"Will you call me when she needs it?"

"God damnit, Bill. You fucking Sawyers don't run this county
anymore. I can and will beat the holy crap out of you. Don't make
me remember the hell you have put this family through or you
won't get out of this house alive."

"Hey, lighten-up, big guy. I'm here to help. The kid needs his
medicine. That could be my kid."

"You don't like having teeth, do you?"

"Stop threatening me, Fred. Like it or not, I'm the only money
source you've got to get the weed you need. If I weren't, you
never would have come to me wanting to cut a deal. You knew I'd
be difficult. I love fucking with Robinsons, fucking Robinsons,
and making Robinsons. I consider your wife and daughters my
personal stock of pussy. That's the way it has always been. I
still see things that way. The only difference is, I can't just
take some when I want some. I have to pay for it. That sucks, but
the good thing about doing it this way is it brings this
situation out in the open, makes it official. While you are
taking my money, your wife and daughters are my personal stock of
pussy. Ain't that right?"

Malissa had been hanging on every word of this conversation while
showing her pussy and letting her tits get mauled and milked. If
she had an opinion, she kept it to herself, but she sure acted
like Bill's personal stock of pussy - that or his cow. Fred
always wondered what she was like with Bill, whether she fought
him every step of the way, or simply grit her teeth and bore it,
or totally surrendered, but he never imagined her doing her best
to please him. He knew Claire was that way. She admitted it and
thought that was the best way to deal with Bill. Fred always
suspected her true motives but never questioned them. Then there
was Lilly who very obviously wanted it, and liked what she was
hearing about being part of a stock of pussy.

Fred, still feeling how soft and sticky Malissa's tits are,
looked from Lilly to Bill, then said, "That was not the deal we
agreed on."

"Well, I'm making it the deal."

"Maybe you had better go talk to Claire, then."

"I'll talk to her with my dick in her pussy. Any objections?"

"Not if you'll wash it first."

Bill looked over to Lilly and said, "Would you like to wash my
dick for me?"

"Sure! I'll wash it good."

Bill started to go, but stopped and took Malissa firmly by the
chin, saying, "You stay here just like you are and keep showing
pussy as long as you have an interested audience...understand?"

She nodded and said she understood. Bill invited Fred to pull up
a chair and enjoy the show. After Bill and Lilly left, he did
just that. He also took that opportunity to talk to Malissa,
since he hadn't warned her that this was going to happen. He felt
funny talking to the yawning mouth of her pussy, but that was a
good and novel way to talk to Malissa. He said, "Malissa, I'm
sorry. I wanted to discuss this with you. Your mother couldn't. I
promised I would. She thinks I did. I couldn't. A thousand times
I tried to broach the subject and couldn't get the first word
out. Next thing I know, he's at our door and the time was upon
us. Even he thinks you know. Everyone knew except you and the
baby. I'm so sorry, Malissa."

"I understand, but you should have warned me. I know you have to
get the money somehow. If this was the very last option, I would
have gone along."

"I know you would, and I counted on you going along. I knew you
would see what we were doing as soon as Bill stepped through the
door."

"I knew when he flipped the first spoonful of mashed potatoes at
my chest and you opened up my blouse for him."

"I had to, Malissa. The deal was that your mother and I were to
assist in raping you. I knew he wanted to hit your breasts. I
should have removed the bra, too. I would have eventually, but I
never got up the nerve until he got up and made my nerve
unnecessary."

"Some assistant she turned out to be."

"That did not surprise me. I told Bill she wouldn't do a thing if
she sat through it at all."

"Don't you think you should be warning her instead of talking to
my vagina?"

"The view is better here."

"Daddy!"

"Well, I'm being honest. I never get to see this end of you.
Malissa, you have been keeping the best parts of you under tight
wraps and sitting on the very best part. You have a pussy pink I
have only seen in Arizona sunsets."

"I appreciate your honesty, and I accept the compliment, but now
you've seen it in all its open Arizona-sunset-pink glory, now go
warn Mom."

"She doesn't need warning. When she sees Bill enter the bedroom
with a hardon, she'll get on her back, spread her legs wide, and
probably open up her pussy like you're doing."

"Fine. She's your wife. You know her better than I do. I hope you
realize that I have to remain in this obscene and humiliating
pose until you all go away."

"Yes, we heard. To be honest, Malissa, I hope he takes his time
with my wife. She could use a good, long, Sawyer screwing right
now, and I don't think this view will get any less appealing. Do
you guys?"

The brothers all agreed. Malissa said, "You are just full of
vaginal flattery today."

"This is the finest vaginal I have ever flattered."

"You act like you've never seen one before. It's just a pussy.
They are all pink when you open them up like this."

"Honey, I know pussy, and you are right - they are all pink on
the inside, but you have a remarkable pussy between your sexy
legs, and your pink is unique in the pussy world."

"I'm glad you like it, but I wish you could get your fill."

"Sweetheart, you had best re-word that, because you are talking
to a daddy who would love to grant you that wish. I'll fill it.
Right now, I could put the head in and fill it. I'd fill it until
sperm dripped from your nipples."

"I got that impression from the way you feel how soft my breasts
are. I wish you could get your fill of looking at my pussy. Is
that better?"

"That was clearer, but you'll never get that wish. You know,
Malissa, your mother probably will agree to his conditions. IF
she does, this pussy will become an official part of Bill's
personal stock of Robinson pussy."

"Like he said, it always has been. All we are doing is
recognizing the reality. At least he's now paying for it."

Craig was quick to pounce on that with, "Does that make you feel
like a whore, now?"

"No, but holding my pussy open like this does. Showing you my
cunt hole does. Why, do I look like a whore to you, Craig?"

"You sure do. You looked like an asshole whore when you were
getting your butt fucked."

Craig got a hard thump for that. Fred made him apologize. Malissa
accepted his apology which was anything but sincere, about as
sincere as her acceptance. This was when Bill stopped by with a
sparkling clean saliva-coated dick and sent it up the pussy to
get it nice and slick. Naked Lilly guided it for him. There was
quite a crowd at her rear end. Little Marsha got squeezed out,
but squeezed in from up front and sat between her mother's legs
looking up. Malissa advised her not to sit there but there was no
more room anyplace else, so she got to remain there through a
ten-minute spermless fuck. She got wet, but didn't care. She had
the best view and liked kissing his balls whenever they came
close.

When Bill left, he left an open hole they could peer into. Fred
pointed out the cervix, the entrance to the womb. They all wanted
to see. Marsha wanted to see. Malissa hooked opposing sets of
fingers in her loosened hole and made a box opening between her
legs. Fred marveled at the change in Malissa. She went from being
a vaginal introvert to being a vaginal exhibitionist within the
span of one hour. He had to wonder how this would change his wife
who had never been shy. Stark naked was not at all unusual for
her or Lilly - Marsha for that matter.

Bill entered the Robinson master bedroom to find Claire lying
face-down. She assumed Fred had entered and said, "Is it all
over?"

"Roll over and it'll just be starting."

His distinctive voice startled her. She rolled to her back and
got up on her elbows to see him naked and stroking a slick dick.
He came to stand at the bedside, stroking that dick within
licking distance. She didn't shy away, but didn't lick, either.
She watched and said, "What's going on? Why are you here?"

"Three guesses, and the first two don't count."

"Does Fred know what you're here for?"

"Yes, he knows."

"Do the kids know?"

"Yes, they all know."

"Did they say anything?"

"Fred told me to wash my dick first. Lilly washed it, washed it
good and dried it with her tongue. I dipped it in Malissa. Care
for a taste?"

Care or not, she got one. She didn't open wide and suck, but did
get her lips, teeth, and gums well-coated. She got a good taste
of sweet Malissa, then said on the head of his dick, "Why aren't
you with Malissa?"

"I want you."

"I see that, but why? You paid for Malissa. We agreed. She's all
yours."

"So are you; so is Lilly; Marsha when she's ready, and she kisses
balls like she's ready. This family has always been my private
stock of pussy. Since I am now paying for it, I thought we should
make that official."

"Did you discuss this with Fred?"

"I did. He sent me in here to discuss it with you. I told him I
would discuss it with my dick in your pussy. He told me to wash
it first."

"Did the kids hear that exchange?"

"They did."

She grew a smile, then opened wide and sucked him in while
struggling to free herself of clothing. She managed to get down
to her birthday suit without losing her lip-lock on his slimy
dick. She removed all the slime and replaced it with saliva
again, then let go, settled back, made him a beaver, and opened
it up, saying, "Okay, put your dick in my pussy and lets discuss
this."

He climbed over her, entered her, and settled over her, both
smiling as he said, "Like old times, ain't it Claire?"

"Takes me back to high school every time. I thought I was going
steady with you but you forgot to ask."

"Would you have had I asked?"

"No, Bill. There were never any romantic feelings for you, but I
never forgot whose pussy I carried around between my legs. I
never have forgotten. It still is, and when Fred proposed my hand
in marriage, I told him he could have my hand but the rest was
spoken for. I was surprised that the offer still stood.
Naturally, I jumped on it. I have proved time and again that I
wasn't kidding, but this is the first real sign of acceptance.
I'm stunned."

"Are you happy?"

"Well, happy and sad. When the Sawyer dynasty fell, he finally
had a wife all to himself, then this thing with Steve came along
and put us right back under the thumb of our arch enemy, Bill
Sawyer. I had a feeling something like this would result. I think
he did, too."

"Whose idea was it?"

"Hard to say. We kept going over our limited options and kept
coming up with watch Steve suffer, or suffer the tyranny of Bill.
We knew you'd pay for Malissa, pay well, and become a regular.
That would solve the problem, and we knew Malissa would help in
that worthy cause if all other options were exhausted, and they
were. I couldn't tell her, but Fred could, and did, I hope. I
have my doubts. She looked awfully surprised to see you."

"She knows, now. Tell me the truth, Claire. You love having this
dick in you, don't you? I never raped you and you know it."

"You haven't raped me since high school, no. The sex was hardly
consensual - ever - as for do I love having your dick in my
pussy. I love having a dick other than my husband's with my
husband knowing and helpless. My kids knowing makes that even
better, and knowing that I accepted it, took the fucking, took it
like a slut, and owe no one an apology. That makes it sweet and
sweeter if they actually see it. Yes, I love having your dick in
my pussy. I love the idea of being part of another man's private
stock of pussy. More than that, I love the idea that my husband
and children accept that I am. That may not be the answer you
were looking for, but that answer is the true answer."

"You can't tell me you don't love this dick."

"You do have a nice dick. I don't think Malissa appreciates it,
but she has to appreciate it more than she did with her
ten-year-old ass. You are the father of both of her children. She
should be nice to you with her ass. You could very easily father
a third. If I were Malissa, I would do all in my power to keep
you interested in my ass."

"She acts like she wants to get pregnant."

"Well, she can act anyway she pleases. She should know by now
that it doesn't matter how she acts, you'll get her pregnant."

"So, do we have a new deal? Private stock of pussy for a grand a
month?"

"That is a hell of a lot more liberal than the deal you had, but
I won't gouge you. That's all we need. If Fred goes along with
that, I'll go along. Malissa will go along, and this will thrill
Lilly. You don't fuck Marsha until I say she can be fucked. Pussy
doesn't become pussy until it grows a pubic hair, but I will
consider her part of your stock in training. You can do as you
please as long as it pleases her and doesn't upset Malissa.
Marsha and Michael are her kids, but they are my children. She
nurses; I nurture. Those two have two mommies, but I am THE
mommy. You need to know that and know that I will not allow you
to abuse my children - use, yes, abuse, never. Make any of them
miserable, I will personally run your sorry ass out."

"Fair enough. You know I'm not into that rough shit. Yes, I get
raunchy and act nasty, but I have never really hurt anyone. Not
only that, Claire, I wouldn't let anyone hurt my Robinsons.
Nobody messed with your family except me, and I tried to be good
to my girls."

"I know, Bill. We all know you spared us more harm than you did
to us. Bill, I sense you'd like to be a member of this family, a
welcome member, a member who lives here with us. Am I right?"

"I don't have anybody I can call family, my family. Yeah, I'd
love to live here. I do think of your family as my family. I
pretend that you are my wife and those kids are all my kids."

"What is Fred - dead?"

"No. I've got nothing against Fred or he would be dead. I like
Fred. I like him being your husband, only he is husband number
two. He doesn't sleep with you, I do, and I decide when he gets
pussy. He does all he can to make me happy so he'll get pussy.
Anyway, that's what I fantasize."

"You could pull that off if you were generous to Fred and the
boys. Fred has a very big crush on Malissa. He would move his
shit out and move your things in for a few scraps of Malissa
pussy. I'm serious. He has it that bad for that girl."

"I could tell. She has it just as bad for him. That girl calms
right down when he has his hands on her, docile as a lamb, do
anything, not a whimper. That is not the Malissa I know. She
never did do that for me, and didn't this time."

"I always suspected as much. She adores her daddy. This serves as
the perfect excuse to put those two together. Now I know why you
are getting so much support. They must be thinking the same
thing, and those boys must be thinking they might get some,too."

"I gave them that impression."

"That was very wise. Keep that up and you will be a very welcome
member of this family. Now, I'm going to let you in on a dirty
little family secret that I think you are going to love."

"I do love dirty secrets. Whatcha got?"

"Lilly is very bisexual and got that from her mother. Lilly and I
are pussy lovers. They all know that, but only Fred gets to
watch. I take that back. Marsha loves watching us lick each
others pussies. We lick hers, too. We now have her nursing on our
cunts. She does love nursing on cunts."

"You're right. I love that shit, and she licked her mother's
pussy while I was fucking it."

"That doesn't surprise me. Malissa letting her surprises me, or
did she?"

"Never said a word. She did warn her that she'd get wet if she
sat between her legs. Marsha didn't care, so Malissa didn't mind.
Pretty soon, the kid is kissing my nuts. Next thing I know, she
is licking the pussy I'm fucking. Malissa didn't seem to mind
that one bit. I can't get that bitch to move her pussy, but her
daughter could make her fuck me. Is Malissa bisexual, too?"

"No. Malissa knows that we let Marsha nurse on our cunts, but she
won't say anything to me about it even if she is watching. She
will give Lilly hell when she catches her, but that doesn't
bother Lilly. We both want Malissa, and she knows it. Everybody
wants Malissa and she knows it. Even the fucking dog wants her.
He only pesters her. He'll walk right by three naked pussies to
sniff Malissa's fully clothed pussy."

"The mutt knows good pussy. Do you think she'd let him fuckher?"

"If her father held her, I think she'd be a good little bitch.
He'd love to hold her by the tits. That's a big fantasy of his
and the reason we have that peachy pooch."

"I'll make his dream come true. I love that shit and Malissa
knows it. I have bred that bitch more than her mommy, but I have
to bind her up like a damn mummy bitch."

"You never had to bind her mommy."

"No, you have always been a good bitch."

"She knows that and Fred knows that. They all know that. I do
love to whine about getting bred like a bitch. I knew you had to
be doing the same things to Malissa, but she never would admit
it. We don't know what you do to her, because she won't whine it
out like I do."

"I guess I'll just have to show everyone, then won't I?"

"We would greatly appreciate that, and you can score big points
with me and Lilly, even Marsha for that matter, if you would
force Malissa to be a bisexual bitch. Marsha would love to nurse
on her mommy, tits and pussy. She has been weaned for two years
but wants back on the teat, real bad. Malissa is ready to begin
weaning Michael. We don't want that, and we want Marsha unweaned.
I want all of those kids unweaned. That girl could save us a
small fortune in milk if we get her milk capacity up to full
production. You should have seen her when she was nursing two
hungry mouths, and that was when she was fourteen. I'd love to
see her now while nursing six."

"That girl could do it. You've got yourself a cow."

"You've got yourself a loving family. As a favor, would you take
me out there like this and make the announcement with your dick
in my pussy. Do a little fucking before you abandon me for
something tighter and sweeter."

"It'll be a pleasure. Let's go, bitch."

"Now I'm back in high school."

Bill led the naked wife and mother out by a firm hold on the
elbow, and she put on her resigned face as they broke up a
vaginal exam party. Claire was quite surprised to see Malissa in
that most provocative position, now with legs way wide and her
head way low and looking at her own vaginal display with her arms
wrapped around her ass to make that display. The clustered
audience gathered at that display came as no surprise considering
the source of that display. A few good questions sprang to mind
on seeing that scene, but most were answered when Bill walked up,
smacked the ass, and said, "Okay, you can stop showing pussy,
now. You did good. If you had done any less, I would be whipping
your ass."

He then had everyone gather at the mother's feet, including the
husband who he gave center stage with Marsha seated on his lap.
Everyone else crowded him except Malissa who took a seat on the
floor off to the side. Bill stepped behind Claire and made her
step out wide. Although they had all seen her naked, no one ever
saw a vulgar beaver except Lilly and Marsha. When she stepped
wide they all saw, then saw a penis enter fully and stop.

Bill had everyone's full and undivided attention focused between
Claire's legs as he said, "We have struck a new deal. This home
now houses my private stock of pussy. Claire, Malissa, Lilly, and
Marsha make up that stock. I have four pussies and pay one
thousand dollars a month to use them. Nobody gives me any shit.
Nobody says no, not after it's bought and paid for. When the
renewal comes up each month, we can renegotiate. I may not think
the four of you are worth that much. You may think you are worth
more. If you can get more, good for you. That means I must be
very happy. If I refuse to pay what you are asking, that means
I'm not satisfied. Now, I'm going to fuck this bitch. See how she
takes it, because I know she takes a fucking the way I like my
bitches to take a fucking."

With that, he gave Claire a fucking, a long fucking, which she
took like a woman who loved a good, long, public fucking. She
took it like a slut. She climaxed three times to his one, then
stood there while the fuck dripped from her cunt and ran down
both legs. To add her own insult to her own injury, she rubbed
her clit trying to get yet another orgasm while his spent dick
was still in her pussy. Fred watched that and thought shameless
vaginal behavior must run in the family. Watching her take a
fucking well was nothing compared to watching her masturbate a
fucked pussy to an orgasm she didn't need. Three was plenty. Four
was rubbing it in. Claire had Lilly masturbating with both hands,
and had Malissa stroking her slit. She even had little Marsha
playing with her little pussy.

After that demonstration, Bill offered his hand to Lilly, who
took it and got right up. They went off together with Claire and
Fred going off to their own bedroom. Malissa had no instructions
to follow, so she got up, went to her room, and got dressed. She
didn't bother with panties or a bra. She just slipped a dress on,
went down, and waited with amused brothers who now knew her
intimately and felt they had the right to lift her dress and part
her legs to look at her pussy whenever they felt like it.

Malissa did nothing to make them think otherwise. She even let
them open the lips, play with the parts, and stick fingers up her
holes. They opened her dress and sucked on her tits. It was like
she just didn't care what they did. Craig was first to see if a
dick mattered. It didn't, so they all fucked her. Maybe a dog
dick didn't matter, so they brought Peaches in and lifted him
onto her and guided his prodigious pooch prick in. Didn't matter.
He was slow to catch on to fucking a bitch who sat in a slump on
a sofa, but once he got the hang of it, Peaches was off to the
races.

That made Malissa perk up, throw her legs up, grip her inner
thighs, and be a good bitch. Mom and Dad walked in as Peaches
went for his nut with Malissa being a damn good bitch. They just
stood there and stared as though that could not be their Malissa,
or their Peaches. When Peaches dismounted, and they saw the cunt,
they knew that was their Malissa and that dog she fucked was
their Peaches, now off licking his dick.

The naked mother knew the signs and symptoms of a girl who just
didn't give a fuck anymore, except when a dog got going good and
that felt too good to act disinterested, but right after he
pulled out, she went right back into her don't-give-a-fuckslump.

Claire took Malissa by the hand and led her into the master
bedroom for some privacy. She took a seat beside Malissa on the
edge of the bed, placed a motherly arm around her, and hugged her
to her bosom, kissing the top of her head. Nothing was said for
over a minute, then Claire said, "You don't have to be part of
this, Malissa. We can offer three. Three is plenty. We may end up
getting less, but we will at least get what we need to cover
Steve's medicine."

Malissa didn't say anything for the longest time, then said, "No,
that wouldn't be fair. We should all do our part."

"No, it is fair. The truth is, Lilly and I want to do this. You
don't."

"Mom, I'm not being conceited, but it is me he wants most. Lilly
is something new, but she is nothing special. He has had you so
many times, you're like a wife. He can't fuck Marsha. He is here
because of me and you know it. I am the pussy he is willing to
pay that kind of money for. He can get you two for free, and he
knows that. He'd have to rape me, and I'd go straight to the
police. He knows that. As long as Steve needs his medicine and
Bill is the only solution, I'm fucked. Everyone knows that. I'm
just a cunt. Now, even the dog knows it."

Claire thought about all Malissa said and slowly came to realize
that she held a girl who liked thinking of herself as a cunt, a
worthless cunt, used and ruined, the family cunt, something
everyone could use, even the family dog. Had Claire not seen
Malissa showing cunt to the family, she might not have put the
pieces together so quickly, but they all came together and made a
clear picture, so clear that Claire ran a hand up Malissa's leg
to the cunt and slipped two middle fingers in, which Malissa did
not expect but was very much intrigued by. Malissa tried like
hell not to act as excited as she felt as her mom played with her
pussy for her own pleasure, like she had always wanted to do
that, and now that her daughter was a cunt, she could.

Claire talked as though she weren't having herself a ball between
Malissa's legs. Malissa listened as though her mom weren't doing
that. Claire said, "I suppose you're right, Malissa. Who are we
kidding. It is you he wants. You are fucked. You are as good as
knocked up again. Damn. Now that Peaches has had you, he'll never
leave you alone. We can't watch him suffer."

"I know that. I won't let him suffer under these circumstances.
If I have to go naked and show my pussy, that would kill that
poor dog."

"It will kill your father first. I'm sorry, Malissa, but I won't
let that poor man suffer."

"I don't like seeing him suffer, either, but this isn't my pussy
to offer. I doubt he'd take it like the boys and the dog will.
I'm not sure Bill is willing to share."

"Bill wants to stay on Fred's good side. He'll share. He wants on
everybody's good side. He'll share you with everybody."

"Everybody?"

"Everybody. He had better. No one in this family should suffer.
You feel that way, don't you, Malissa?"

"Uh...yes...I suppose so."

"Malissa, Bill and I had a good long talk before we came out. He
wants to be a part of this family, a real member. He wants to
live with us and be loved by us. We are the only real family he
has. He wants to move your father out of his marital bed and take
his place. I found that very touching. Malissa, I did a very bad
thing and told Bill how he could get your father to move his shit
out and move Bill's things in, fold them neatly, and place them
in a drawer."

"What did you tell him?"

"I told him to use you to make Fred happy with thatarrangement."

"Oh Mom!"

"Yes, Malissa, I was that bad. I'm afraid your father will be
having his way with you as often as he pleases. I just gave him
the good news and he is overjoyed. I know which bedroom he'll be
going to."

"OH GOD!"

"It gets worse, Malissa. I told Bill he could win friends and
influence members of this family by being generous with your
sexual favors, and specifically told him not to leave out
Peaches. We all like Peaches and Cream shows."

"OH FUCK!"

"Cream will be a good name for you. Malissa, you won't like this,
but you can forget your plans to wean Michael, and add plans to
unwean Marsha, Steve, Lilly, Benny, and Craig in that order. As
you can add another feeder, you will."

Malissa's loins clearly took that news well as she said, "Oh god,
Mom, I'll be a cow."

"Yes, but we could use one. Have you seen the price of milk these
days?"

"Oh Mom, make me cum! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

Claire smiled and made a happy cow climax all the way to the
floor, then helped her off with her dress, which Malissa gladly
surrendered like a child being undressed by her mommy. After
undressing Malissa, Claire took her seat at the edge of the
mattress and made a big beaver, then waited in silence. Malissa
stared, then got to her hands and knees, crawled into that
beaver, and with her face almost in it looked up to her mother's
smiling face to say, "I can't stand watching you suffer."

"Good, because I hate suffering and this is long overdue, isn't
it?"

"Yes, but I'll try to make it up to you and Lilly - even Marsha.
If she is going to be nursing on my pussy, Cream is a good
nickname for me."

"Cream will be a good one for me, too, if you'll stop talking and
start nursing."

Malissa smiled big and started. Cream was a good name for the
bitch. Christ, what a creamy bitch!

And so began a new chapter in the ongoing sage of the Sawyer and
the Robinsons. This chapter was a lot more fun. This chapter
required no rope. This chapter had dope, plenty for all. Even the
mutt got wasted. Chapter two was so good, that no other chapters
were needed. Chapter two just went on and on and on. Certainly
nothing to bore readers with, so we will end this story at the
start of chapter two.

                        Chapter Two
                          The End
                         
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