Message-ID: <24586asstr$960484206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: "Phil Phantom" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2615.200 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Thu, 08 Jun 2000 06:29:19 PDT Subject: {ASSM} Camp Hedon Date: Thu, 8 Jun 2000 13:10:08 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Vulpine, gill-bates Camp Hedon By: Tiffany HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com They say you never really get to know your parents, that parents mask a very important facet of their personality and character from their children - sexuality. I'll vouch for that. Mine sure did, but as grandparents they stopped doing that in a most dramatic way - at a swinger's retreat/nudist camp deep in the outback of California's San Bernardino Mountains, a high desert retreat two-hundred miles northeast of San Diego. There, for an entire three-day weekend, me and my two young teenage daughters found out first-hand what nasty fuckers those two really are. They must have thought the time was right and the girls were ripe. I was now six months into a divorce proceeding - separated, but not yet dating. The time was right. The girls were also ripe, both deep in the throes of puberty, still virgins but dreaming of the night they wouldn't be. Casey had just turned fifteen and was now free to go on early dates - in by ten. Casey is a lovely girl, petite and blonde with big, blue-green eyes, a fetching smile, a winning personality, and a compact but curvaceous body other girls envied and the guys drooled over. Men drooled, too,and she had been warned about drooling men. They both had, but Casey was the one I worried about. That girl was rape bait, too cute and sexy for her own good. Everything about Casey is soft and sexy, warm and healthy looking. She exudes sensuality, feminine grace, and doesn't look or act like a fighter. That is rape bait. Shaundra (Sandy), thirteen and a half, slightly taller, darker, and much more precocious than her older sister, needed a sign to warn drooling men not to get too close. She was a bit of a Tom-boy and tough. She thought biker babes with vulgar tattoos were sexy. Her hymen, if she had one, was giving her fits. I figured she'd be first to rid herself of that pesky membrane that got in the way of deep penetration self-fucking if she hadn't taken matters into her own hands and done so already. My vegetables sometimes smell awfully fishy. I'm sure she was the one who didn't wash them after use. She was the type to get a big kick out watching us eat a salad that had been up her twat. Sniffing veggies got to be a wise habit. My girls were ripe and I was ripe and ready to allow them to vent their lust on dozens of unsuspecting adults. That Mom and Dad could read that readiness, willingness, and ableness in us seems pretty obvious in hind sight. Clues were everywhere after Frank packed his bags and honored his restraining order. One simply had to be tuned into horny signs, or have a good nose for ripe pussy in need of a good fucking. In my home, three very ripe pussies made the wallpaper peel and curl at the edges; that, or it was the El Nino moisture. I think a person could smell hot cunts. None of us suspected a thing at the unexpected invitation to join them on a camp out. We knew they went often, always to the same place, that the camp was private, members only, and catered to people of their generation - the sixties generation now tired and retired. Some were Vietnam Veterans, some were ex-hippies. All set aside their former differences to kick back and roast marshmallows - or so we envisioned. Still, camping was something to do and we were all curious about this Camp Hedon place. Dad retired his insurance business right about the time I retired my worthless hubby. He bought a big motor home and they began hitting our local mountains. It wasn't long until they discovered Camp Hedon. From then on, if they weren't home, they were in the hills. That place changed them. At first, I thought retirement changed them. They became silly, even childish at times, especially around the girls. Frisky is a better term - naughty and frisky was even better. They were far more casual in their dress. As warmer weather set in, their attire was even vulgar at times. They were both far too touchy feely with girls their age, even with me. Dad was like a young teenage boy with sex always on his mind, and Mom...well, Mom reminded me of those girls who would trip a guy and be under him before he hit the ground. We used to call them whores though they never charged for their sexual services. I got the feeling I could call Mom a whore and she'd smile. They were quick to tell us when we looked sexy and what looked sexy. It was like the English Language Commission had replaced the word "pretty" with "sexy" and no one told us. They told dirty jokes or stories and Mom would use the terrible "F" word along with many others almost as harmful to young minds. Dad always had but used to apologize once he saw that he slipped in mixed company, and he never slipped in company mixed with young people. After a few months of Camp Hedon, you would think the English Language Commission had discovered a cure for the harmful affects of saying "fuck" in front of kids. Mom was worse than Dad, and I never once heard her say that word until they started camping. The girls loved their new, cool grandparents - Sandy especially. Each visit brought a cooler version along with better jokes, and better stories, more fucks per joke or fucking in a story. A visit wasn't complete until Mom asked if I had gotten fucked yet - not screwed, not laid, fucked. This always brought giggles from the girls who knew the answer, or thought they knew. Now, we had a chance to see this Camp Hedon place for ourselves. We jumped at the offer once we found out they had a bathing suits optional swimming pool. San Diego has a world-renown bathing suits optional beach - Black's Beach. Me and the girls went there on the first week of summer vacation. We had a ball, saw a lot of great balls, got naked, and drew a lot of attention from the beach and the cliffs above the beach. We were later to learn that a mother and two young daughters were a rare sight on Black's Beach. We would have returned, but we actually drew too much attention, and keeping Sandy out of the dunes we'd been warned about proved to be a real challenge. Returning would be asking for trouble, but a pool in a members-only campground sounded just wonderful. I could work on my all-over tan and the girls could frolic and show off their young hard bodies to their heart's content - assuming Mom and Dad had no objection. Something told me they wouldn't mind one bit. Actually, my father's difficult-to-conceal erection told me. He had no business wearing short shorts without a jock strap - at least underwear. I knew my ex-Marine Captain daddy was big, but I never knew exactly how big. I felt like calling him Big Daddy and asking him if he ever went to Black's Beach. Mom was no better, wearing an itty bitty string bikini with a light wrap that was unbuttoned. I saw no tell-tale white, and much of her intimate skin that should be white, wasn't. She looked like a Black's Beach regular, and she looked damn fine for a woman in her mid-fifties, a bit weathered on the face and hands, but there wasn't a damn thing wrong with her body if you like full-figured women. Mom's tits never looked bigger or firmer, making me wonder if she'd had a boob job. Her top did no supporting and very little in the way of covering. More tit flesh showed than not. They were all set to go and had stopped by on the spur of the moment. We were told we didn't need anything except tooth brushes. That was all my little slut bunnies needed to hear. Now, all they had to do was get sexy, or sexier, though they were both told they looked sexy by both grandparents. Sandy got her butt pinched by a hand that went under the back of her skirt - her butt or her twat. It was hard to tell by the jump and she would giggle at either. I remained rooted to the spot trying to figure out who these strangers were. I liked them, but they were not my parents; at least not the two I grew up with. Though they had gradually been leading up to behavior like this which served to temper my shock, they had never been this bad or this frisky. Mom noted my puzzled look and came over to hang an arm around my upper back, cupping my far shoulder in her left hand, mashing a breast of hers into a breast of mine - her left, my right, a good matched set, too. We had both been D-cups, but I wasn't sure she hadn't become a double D as she said, "Relax, Donna. I know you find this shocking, but we now have new friends and a new lifestyle. I'd like you and the girls to look it over, give it a try, and see if you like it. If you don't, we can always bring you back." I looked at her tit, then up to say, "I'm sure we'll like it, but exactly what is IT?" Daddy came up on my other side, took my left hand, and placed it firmly on his cock over the thin shorts, saying, "We're not a Bible study group, Donna." Woah, heavy stuff! Who is this ballsie stallion? While I squeezed his cock, Mom admonished, "Pete, you're going to frighten her off before we even get into the RV." "She's squeezing my cock, Alice. I don't think she's afraid. I'm afraid she won't give it back." I kept on squeezing and feeling his cock, something I had always wanted to do, as I said, "These things don't frighten me, and they sure don't frighten my girls. I just want to know if we should bring toothbrushes and condoms." Mom smiled and pressed her boob in harder, now mashing as she said, "These people are all squeaky clean and recently tested. We will take care of any abortions. We can buy condoms, but we would prefer not to. Everyone hates them. They are so unnatural. We are now devout nature lovers, Donna. We like to fuck the natural way and let nature take its course." That pretty much laid all the cards on the table, but that condom crack was meant as a joke. Essentially, they were trying to interest me in bringing my nubile young virgins to a friendly child molester's camp out. I was surprised she didn't add, "Oh, and don't forget to bring their fertile wombs. We like knocking up young girls like we used to in the sixties." This was heavy, HEAVY stuff, way heavier than I expected. This wasn't Black's Beach in the hills with no beach, this was the dunes, all dunes. I said, "This is quite a group you two joined, and quite a leaf you turned over. I need to think this over - not for me, for them. I'd love to go with only a toothbrush." Dad said, "Let the girls go and decide for themselves. They're old enough to make decisions concerning their bodies, with or without your permission. Parents rarely get an opportunity to be a part of this process. No one will force anything on them, and whatever they do or don't do, you'll get to watch. We have one strict rule that requires any sex involving a minor be done out in the open where all can see." I sarcastically said, "How nice for the voyeurs." Dad said, "We didn't make that rule for the voyeurs. That rule is to protect the children. Voyeurs just profit, and we are all voyeurs at heart, Donna, even you." He was right about that, but I never wanted to watch either of my daughters getting screwed by an adult. On the other hand, if they were screwing an adult regularly and I couldn't stop them, I'd want a peek. I had a few fantasies along those lines, even one where I was invited in and given a chair beside the bed. Humm, could be interesting at that. I said, "How many children will be involved?" Mom said, "Not many. This is a place for adults. We keep the female minor numbers down for several reasons. For one, sexually active girls require a great deal of attention and get most of the male attention. If there were too many, the men couldn't make we mature gals or the girls happy." While Mom spoke, Dad placed my hand inside his shorts so that my excessive and unrelenting fondling could be done on his naked cock - a very good move if you were trying to impress a mature gal like me. If he was trying to pique my interest, he piqued it. While pumping his weeping cudgel, I said to Mom, "How many is too many?" "Usually no more than six or eight, and we consider a young mommy like you a girl." What a great cock my daddy had. I estimated ten inches as thick as a medium cucumber - perfect. I asked, "How many men?" "Three, sometimes four dozen." "FOUR DOZEN...MEN...GROWN MEN?" "Yes, men like your father. On a three-day weekend such as this, possibly fifty or sixty, but I think we can expect at least nine, possibly twelve young things to share the load. I should say, loads. Young boys and young men will also be there. Figure two or three dozen of them. We should have a full camp, well over a hundred campers - roughly seventy with dicks." "Jesus Christ, Mother! When you say nine to twelve young things, is that counting us or not counting us?" "Counting you three." "Damn, Mother, we'll get dog piled." Daddy said, "You may as well tell her about the dogs, too, Alice. I don't want her freaking out when she gets there and sees them." DOGS! My expression said it all. Mom wanted to leave that as a surprise, but Daddy was right. Mom moved behind me, lifted my dress past my waist, placed her lips right at my ear and said, "Figure in three dozen dogs - horny male dogs - friendly...horny...male dogs that have never been with a bitch that had more than two legs." My mind blew a moral gasket. I said, "Mom, you have got to be shitting me. You can't possibly mean what I think you mean." "Don't knock it until you try it, Donna, and you'll never find it easier to try than out at Camp Hedon. Those mutts all think we're bitches and a bare pussy is an invitation to mate. If you don't feel like being mounted or licked, just wear bathing suit bottoms or tight shorts. Panties sometimes work, but some mutts know how to get around them. Most have been trained to honor a hidden pussy, but there are bad dogs. Those, you have to smack, and there are some you are wise not to smack. Never smack a dog with a spiked collar. They rape." Fuck! She sounded serious. I was never sure whether bestiality was real or something from mythology. The idea seemed absurd, although if a human could mate with any animal, a dog would be that animal. I had in my lifetime encountered a few who seemed to want to try and I wondered if any human female ever got down on hands and knees to see what might happen. Sure, I thought about it; still, the idea of actually doing it and going through with full intercourse seemed...absurd, ridiculous, certainly degenerate, and my parents weren't degenerates - child molesters, possibly, but not degenerate child molesters - no, not my parents - impossible. Mom had me by the waist, not holding, she was hugging tight like dogs do, making me feel like I had a horny dog on me - again. Dad took advantage and sent his hand down the front of my panties and on in between my legs. I had him by the cock; he soon had me by the cunt; fair was fair, but this dual assault had a sinister purpose that wasn't fair. Mom simulated a dog's mating action very well, and Dad's two middle fingers simulated a dog's dick very well - I assumed - and their combined actions were an unfair influence. Who wouldn't want to be fucked by a dog who used to be her parents. Looking over my shoulder to my humping mommy, I said, "Mother, you are blowing my mind. Are you serious? Are you saying you've done this?" With Dad still finger fucking me in time to Mom humping her mound into my ass, she said, "When I arrive at Camp Hedon, I get naked and stay that way; furthermore, my knees rarely get closer than eighteen inches apart. I love getting licked, and I'll take a mount any way Rover wants it. Our men are partial to the young girls, but our dogs don't care what the age is. If anything, they go for pussy they can sink deep in with no trouble. Dogs love to burry the knot, Donna. Even you would have trouble taking the knot, but you haven't been fucked until you do. Once you do, you'll be a bitch in a large crowd if need be." My head was spinning with lurid images. Camp Hedon, indeed. Who were these people, and who was this bitch with her cunt up my ass. I still held and stroked Dad's cock, now out in the open. I pumped his magnificent fuck stick with my incestuous mind in a fog. I stood there and let them fuck me like a dog because it felt so good. Between them, they made an excellent dog - or so I figured. What did I know. I knew what felt good. In my mind, I pictured a dog on my back with his stubby cock hammering away in my cunt. My prejudices melted quickly on my doggie daddy's fingers. When the girls emerged from the bathroom, I let his dick go and he put it away while turning away. Mom eased off and let my skirt fall into place. The girls didn't see anything, or didn't see much. We heard them in time to break off, but there I was feeling woozy, wet, and warm, thinking, "DOGS? MY MOTHER FUCKS DOGS!" I left the room to get ready. I left the room to clear my head and think straight. Mom tried to follow, I'm sure to prevent any clear thinking, but I asked her to stay. I knew they had to want us very badly for her to not to want me making any rational decisions. Dad was the responsible one who made her leave me alone. Reluctantly, she returned to him, and I could sense her saying, "Damnit it, Phil, we did all that work for nothing." I had been worked on very effectively by two people who knew what they were doing. That dog- fuck simulation had to have been well-rehearsed. I felt like I had been fucked by a big dog, and damnit, I liked it. I liked it a lot. They had me ready to hop in the RV and party hearty with my naked nymphs. I would most certainly cool down but I wouldn't say their work was for nothing. I cooled rapidly while sitting on the edge of my bed, fighting to keep my hands from finishing what Dad started. He wasn't trying to make me cum. He wanted me teetering at the edge, willing to fuck a police K-9 unit in a Shriner's parade for a tip over the orgasmic edge. He was good, damn good. I always thought he might be. I always thought my father might be that one man with a big dick who knew how to use it and took his time, engaged in exciting foreplay, and gave his lover multiple orgasms before blasting her womb with a copious load of semen. I looked high and low before settling on my almost ex-husband, but he was a poor substitute who got worse over time. The trouble with well-hung men is they think that's all they need to bring to the bed - a big organ. They are all full of shit, but my daddy seemed different. As I sat on that bed, I just knew I had been right all along. Young boys with drop-dead-gorgeous mothers probably dream of being mother fuckers. I know my brothers all did - they dreamed, anyway. Well, I had a hunk for a dad and I dreamed of being a father fucker - I dreamed, anyway. In my dreams I was always the seducer, because I couldn't picture him making any sexual moves on me. I could picture him responding to mine. My daddy only spent a few years in the Marines, but he remained an officer and a gentleman all his life. Above all, my daddy was all man. Even an officer and gentleman would put a slut out of her misery. The trouble was, I could never make that transition to slut around him. Things were different, now. He made moves on me and I acted like a slut when he did. I was putty in their hands, and on his hands I was a pure slut in misery. No, their efforts had not been wasted at all. If I had to go to Camp Muttville in order to be Daddy's love child, off we'd go, toothbrushes in hand. He said he'd cover the abortions, and his word was his bond. They were very pleased to see me emerge, ready to go camping. I don't know if they pulled that same stunt on my girls, but my girls had been warmed up and their panties were on the floor. So that they would all know that I noticed, I stopped to pick up the discarded undies and took them to the laundry hamper. Dad waited on me at the front door wearing a devilish smile. As I readied the door for locking, he turned my face to his and gave me a passionate, lovers kiss that blew my sandals off. We kissed right in the open doorway with Mom and the girls watching from inside the RV. I thought he was going to fuck me, right there, right then. There was so much repressed passion in that kiss that my panties fell to my feet, or were blown to my feet. Actually, he worked them down while kissing. From the knees down, they fell. It just felt like the kiss blew them off. Fuck, what a kiss that was! Blew me away. I almost forgot to lock the door. I almost forgot to close the door. He took care of both after removing my panties, then helped me to the RV. My panties remained on my doorstep, and I didn't give a fuck. En route, he leaned in and whispered, "I have always wanted to do that, Donna, ever since you entered puberty I have wanted to do that and much more." I just looked at him and said, "There's more?" "Much more. Much, much more." Before stepping into the RV, I said, "Well then, lead the way." Too bad he had to drive or I would have fucked his brains out. Oh, the time we wasted being your typical father and daughter. From the time I entered puberty, I have wanted that big mother fucker to be a big daughter fucker. On to Camp Hedon and glory. * * * I sat at the table with Mom and the girls. Sandy beside Mom; Casey next to me. I sat on the aisle facing the rear. I wanted to be facing front so that I could see him, even his back. Mom and the girls had taken off their clothes while we were making out in the doorway. The girls were still giddy from being naked in a vehicle. Mom did get a boob job and her high-riding, proud hooters were a hit with girls. Casey had to lie across the table to feel them which gave me a good view of her ass as I came up. That awareness plopped her ass down quickly. I thought about stripping down before sitting down, but I wasn't ready. It took me over an hour to get ready at Black's Beach, though Sandy stripped right away and Casey ten minutes after her. In my own time, I was sure I'd join them. Looked like fun. Mom was telling the girls about Camp Hedon, telling them the truth about Camp Hedon, describing what camp would be like for them in the crudest of terms, but my mind was on the driver and his magnificent cock. It wasn't until I heard her say the words dog and cock in the same sentence; in fact, right beside each other, that I tuned in. I couldn't believe she'd tell them about that, too, but then it dawned on me that my daughters were also females, that they would have exposed genitals, and that a pussy the dogs could see was an invitation to mate. That realization will make a mother sit up and take notice. It will also make her realize how badly she had screwed up. I couldn't take my daughters to a place where they would get screwed by animals for the viewing pleasure of dozens of degenerates - could I? Would I? Well, I was and we'd be there in less than three hours with the girls already naked and ready for mounts. I did agree to go along to give their lifestyle a try, but I didn't mean to try publicly breeding my young daughters to a pack of horny mutts to see if I would like it. What the hell were my crazy parents thinking on the spur of the moment. Were they nuts? Was I nuts? For Sandy, the news about the horny dogs was a bonus, but Casey clearly had misgivings. Casey was a lot like me in character and personality. Her views on bestiality were probably a lot like mine. Camp Hedon sounded like a swinging fun place, but Camp Muttville was a degenerate place. After Mom dropped that doggie bombshell, Casey sat back with her mouth open, wondering if she were serious. I thought Casey might start putting her clothes back on even though panties weren't among them. The dress she came in wouldn't help. From dog level, she'd still be making an invitation. I couldn't help wondering if taking their panties from them wasn't to render them helpless against the mutts. I hated to think they'd stoop that low, but it sure looked that way, and I know Casey had that possibility going through her confused mind as Mom went on to explain the rules and the nature of the dogs. If they see pussy, they don't take no for an answer, and they are always looking for bare pussy, nosing under skirt after skirt till they find one. At Camp Hedon, a bare pussy is bitch pussy, and a bitch can be bred against her will. Mom explained that this was done playfully, never seriously, and that females were often stripped of their bottom cover to render them bitches. They were expected to resist, struggle, yell, scream, but seriously getting upset about it was poor form and a good way to get kicked out and never invited back. She went on to warn us all that if we couldn't handle Camp Hedon and its unique culture, to say so now, that if any of us caused a scene she would be very upset. This was my opening to stop this insanity, but I sat there waiting for Casey to be the one to disappoint Grandma. I was so sure she would and we were all looking to her. I wasn't the only one. Under this pressure, Casey buckled and said she'd go along with everyone else. That surprised me. If Casey said it, she meant it. Now, they were all looking at me. I kept thinking about that scene in my living room, and then about Casey. If she could do it, I certainly could. I knew Sandy would and Mom already had. That still blew me away. I couldn't look at her without trying to picture her with a mutt mounted on her, humping away. I was gradually able to get a faint picture, but damn that was hard to imagine. I finally shrugged and said I'd go along and be a good bitch. Mom reached out and took my paw, saying, "Trust me, Donna. You will never regret this experience. I would never lead you into this experience if I hadn't tried it myself and known that you would love it. I certainly wouldn't lead these young girls into it. I have not lost my mind. I'm sure you think I have, but reserve judgement until after you have been properly bred. It may take a few times, so don't judge the first few. I absolutely hated my first six. I wanted to crawl into a deep hole and die, I was so ashamed, degraded, and humiliated each and every time. The sixth was no easier than the first and the first was pure hell." I said, "I can imagine. What kept you around for number seven?" "Fortunately, your father kept after me to stay the full twenty-four hours that I promised I'd stay for. I begged. I pleaded. I even cried. Each time I got mounted by an animal with people watching I'd beg, plead, and cry to go home. He would not let me off my promise. Number seven was actually numbers seven, eight, and nine as a group that came with a gang of young men who stripped me naked and held me for them while a fairly large crowd stood around and watched." Casey said, "You were raped?" "You could say that, but remember, it's all pretend rough stuff. I knew it wasn't real. That does make a difference. The rape felt real enough but without the fear for life or limb that a real gang rape situation would bring with it. The force applied was real." I said, "You had no choice." "Exactly. That did it for me. Something snapped inside me. I turned bitch. I don't mean bitchy. Turning bitch is a term we use to describe what happens to a woman who lets go and goes with it. You become animal. You rut, Donna. You flat out fucking rut, and the more who are looking on, laughing and jeering, calling you filthy names, the more you love it. There is nothing like it. You simply must experience it for yourself. Promise us twenty-four hours, and we'll promise each of you the experience." Sandy quickly said, "I promise you twenty-four days, Grandma." Mom smiled, ruffled her hair, and said, "I think you turned bitch in your mother's womb." We all laughed as Mom looked to Casey and said, "How about it, Casey? Twenty-four hours, no shying away, naked the entire time, out and about, staying in circulation. When a dog takes an interest in your bitch pussy, you put it out there for him. You let him sniff and lick. You don't just let him, you offer it to him. If he wants to fuck, you get in position, mindless of those watching. You give him a fuck like a bitch would. Can you do that?" She didn't like this obscene picture her grandma painted, but said, "I guess so, if Mom does." Again, they all looked to me. Mom said, "How about it, Donna? Will you play the lead bitch for twenty-four hours?" I didn't know what the lead bitch was expected to do, but I didn't like the sound of it if the trailing bitch had to do what Casey had to do. I was hoping that the momma bitch got to wear a dress at least. I had to know, so I said, "What exactly is expected of the lead bitch?" "She leads by example. She's a bitch in heat. She wants it, goes looking for it, and never shies away from it. She is absolutely shameless in her desire to mate. She sets the example. A good lead bitch is fun to watch." I thought, no shit, as I sat stunned, waiting for her to say, "Just kidding, Donna...Gotcha!" She didn't say those words and this was no gotcha. She was dead serious and went on to say, "We obligated you to be the lead bitch for the first day, assuming we arrived with you and the girls. The three of you are this weekend's guests of honor. You'll be the only newbies in camp. For your first day, the other females will stay covered. That is an initiation of sorts. It forces all the dog attention on the new girl. In this case, girls." I said, "Mom, you said there were something like three dozen dogs there. You can't be serious. You can't honestly expect me or the girls to act that way around so many dogs who see us as bitches, and this lead bitch thing you have in mind for me is insane. I've never done anything with any dog. How can you possibly expect me to assume a role like that? A bitch in heat! Christ, Mother! Get real." "You will get into the role sooner or later, but you must be in that mind-set from the start or it'll be later rather than sooner. Trust me, Donna, the sooner the better. It'll be hell until you do and heaven after you do. It's up to you how long you want to remain in hell." "But three dozen...THREE FUCKING DOZEN...DOGS!" "There aren't normally that many. This is a three-day weekend. The dogs come with the people. More people, more dogs. I am estimating three dozen. It could be four, but there's three of you. I went through my initiation all alone and there were twenty dogs that day, all mine, each good for three or four screws." My mind reeled as I calculated, then said, "Mom, are you telling me that you got screwed seventy or eighty times in twenty-four hours?" "I didn't count, and I sucked off a bunch." "YOU WHAT!" "I said I sucked off a bunch. I sucked some off and took quite a few in the ass. Mostly, I got fucked in my bitch pussy. Let's say fifty. Shocking isn't it?" "Mother, that's disgusting. How could you suck on a dog's dick?" Sandy piped in, "That's easy. Dogs are real clean. I've done it, huh, Casey?" Now, I was numb and dumb, but I looked to Casey to see if she could confirm this. Casey said, "She did...sucked him all the way, too...swallowed the stuff, too...grossed us out." Sandy said, "Yeah, but tell her how much money I won." Casey added, "She won ten bucks, but that was one dollar from each person who saw her do it. I wouldn't have done it for ten from each...not swallow. God that was gross." Sandy said, "Was not, it was yummy. It is, isn't it, Grandma?" I think my mouth was still open as I looked from Sandy to Mom to hear her say, "Some like it; some don't. I'm a spitter, but a lot of them like to swallow and the guys prefer to watch a swallower. You'll get booed if you spit. You also get pissed on for spitting. Which brings up a good point. Don't get pissed off about getting pissed on. Getting pissed on is the price and consequence of giving a poor performance. My first six also came with group golden showers which didn't help me develop a love for these people or their culture. I thought they hated me. You can't take the booing or the pissing personally. That is just their way of saying you can do better." Mom noticed the incredulous look still lingering on my face and said, "It's no different than sucking a human dick, and Sandy is right - dogs are clean. I don't swallow human cum either. I just don't swallow cum. I spit and take my showers. I have swallowed but that wasn't to avoid being pissed on. I have my moods. If the mood strikes me, or the crowd motivates me, I'll swallow. Sometimes, especially in a large crowd, it's hard not to please them. You'll see for yourself once you turn bitch, and you will turn bitch, Donna. You'll suck them, fuck them, and take them up the ass, and you will perform for your audience. If you swallow human cum, you'll swallow dog cum. Knowing you as I do, you are a swallower." I was a swallower. She seemed so sure of herself. I sat thinking about all she'd said while she and the girls discussed sucking off mutts with Mom and Sandy trying to convince Casey to try it and swallow. I sat there thinking about my situation as lead bitch with so many dogs and so many people, all potential pissers. What was a good performance, I wondered? What is the best position? Mom sounded like a real pro, a true crowd pleaser for a spitter. I wanted to ask my questions, but didn't want to interrupt. They had a good conversation going and had Casey intrigued, so intrigued that she sat idly stroking a finger through her oily slit, giving her erect clit a lift with each upward pass. That looked so sexy and was so unlike Casey, my shy one. Sandy, on the other hand, often had to be told to get her hand out of her panties and sit like a lady, especially in the car. She loved thrilling the truckers, making them honk. I knew a honk for no reason meant that Sandy was masturbating for a trucker. Casey never did anything like that. Casey wouldn't do that on a dare, but there she was, right beside me, naked and playing with her pussy. Had she noticed me looking, she would have stopped abruptly, so I looked on the sly. God, what a gorgeous, sexy pussy that girl had between her legs, sure to be a big hit at Camp Hedon, Camp Pendelton Marine Base, or any Boy Scout Camp. When men think of pussy, that was the pussy they were thinking of. Sandy had a rather formless and flat pussy, just a slit between her legs, hardly any clit, at least not enough to show even when aroused. Casey had a big clittie, a clittie like her mom. Our fleshy clits show even when we're not aroused. She was now fully aroused and stroking it out from between her puffy lips. That pussy made my mouth water and I'm not into pussy. I didn't think Mom was either until she reached between Sandy's legs. Sandy welcomed that hand and sent her own between Mom's. This happened before we began talking about giving head to mutts. We could see their arms where they crossed and could see the motion of playful diddling. I think they inspired Casey only she wasn't as playful as they were. Casey was trying to be cool about it. For Casey and me, masturbation was a deeply personal and private thing that we didn't even like to discuss, unlike Sandy who had no inhibitions and loved talking about it. Because of Sandy and her nasty habits, I had to establish a rule - no masturbating at the dinner table. They were all naked except me, the lead bitch, so I took this opportunity to change that. I stood and stepped out to the aisle to get out of my clothes, catching my father's eye. He watched through the rear view mirror. As soon as I was in my birthday suit, he called me up. We were on a two-lane highway, so I came forward while watching for oncoming cars, walking in a crouch ready to hit the deck. He told me to be proud and not worry - give them a cheap thrill. I don't know why I was worried. I was a Black's Beach vet. I felt silly. I took a seat in the passenger side captain's chair and swivelled it his way with my legs parted. He looked to my crotch and smiled. My clittie was up and out without finger assistance. I figured it would be, but his eyes were like stroking fingers. He took several more glances, then told me to hang my legs over the arm rests. "Make Daddy a good beaver," he said. Feeling bold and wanting to impress, I hung them. I made him a good beaver, then opened the beaver's mouth for him so he could see down the beaver's throat. That wasn't like me to act so slutty, but I impressed him because I did act so slutty. Like he said, we weren't on our way to a Bible study group. He was delivering the lead bitch to a bestial orgy on the spur of the moment - right. Color me stupid. I showed Daddy the hole I wanted him to fuck even while several cars went zipping by. I doubt they noticed a thing, but the fact that I didn't even flinch impressed me. Daddy kept looking at the core of my sex in fleeting glances that added up to a long look before he said, "I've waited a long time to see this sight, Donna." Still pulling my lips wide to show all, I said, "The view was better when I was Casey's age. You missed that." "Yes, and I kick myself, but I wasted no time checking out Casey's little beaver. I got a good look at it while you were mulling this thing over. That kid has quite a pussy between her legs. So do you. She takes after her mom, no doubt about that. You two have exceptional pussies. I can now say that with some authority, but I always knew yours would be the ultimate in vaginal form and beauty. You're making it difficult to stay on the asphalt, much less between the lines." "I'm glad you like it. You must have given Casey quite a thrill. She's much shier than she acts, especially with her pussy. I haven't even seen a beaver. How did you get her to make you one?" "I didn't ask. I laid her out on the coffee table, removed her panties, put her legs out in the splits, and peeled the lips back with my thumbs." "Damn, you did get a good look." "Yes, and you're right, she is rather bashful. She shouldn't be. I told her she has a gorgeous pussy, one she should be proud to show." "I'm sure she knows that but it doesn't help overcome shyness. I knew mine was gorgeous, too. I still couldn't bear to show what was between the lips, not even to a doctor." "I see you got over that." "Not really. I want you to see that part of me, my most intimate part. I always have. This is a dream come true for me. Each time you look at my pink pussy parts I get goose bumps." "So do I. That's a very impressive cunt. I hope you don't mind me calling it a cunt, but I like that term." "Then it's a cunt." He smiled, drove for a while in silence, looking frequently which kept us both in goose bumps, then said, "I'd like to know how you really feel with regards to me fucking Casey. I know you don't mind if I fuck Sandy, but what about Casey? Please be honest." "To be honest, I'd rather you fucked me, but if others are going to fuck her, I want you at the head of the line. Maybe not at the head of the line. Casey may need a few less endowed men to pave the way for you, but you need to be up near the front. You could go straight to the head of the line for Sandy, no sweat." "I'd rather be somewhere in that long line." "I can't say that I blame you. If I had a dick, I'd be in that line, too. I just got a good look at her pussy. I just may get in that line anyway and try to fake it." He looked at my cunt, smiled, and said, "I'd like to knock her up, Donna. If not at Hedon by some lucky stiff, then back in San Diego by me. I'd like to knock her up intentionally - fuck her when she's ovulating - do it just for kicks. Call it a kink. How does that set with you?" "Well...it is kinky." "But how does it set with you? I know you don't like the idea, but would you allow it?" "Well, if you are covering the abortion..." "No abortion, not for Casey. I want it to go full term. She can put the kid up for adoption, but I want her to carry to term." That shocking admission wrinkled my brow, but I was horny enough not to also give him a dirty look as I said, "Why?" "She'd be a big hit at Hedon in her ninth month, a very big hit, what we call a preggo bitch. Picture Casey nine months pregnant on all fours with a dog fucking her." That, I could picture, and that was one kinky picture. I said, "Damn, we're talking kinky." "Yes we are, but kinky is fun and we go there to have fun. People our age need something kinky to do it for us. Straight sex at our age just doesn't cut it. Fucking kids, knocking up kids, incest and bestiality are our things. That is what brings us all together. Other mature sex groups are into far heavier shit. If you must know, we are rather tame and playful. We just want to have fun, and we want everyone to have fun - no victims - no tears - no hurt feelings - no one going to the law. Fucking a little preggo bitch like Casey kinda brings it all together." I could see that, but knocking up Casey and sticking her with a full-term pregnancy at her age didn't sound like harmless fun to me. He could see that and went on, "Your mother and I were under a great deal of pressure to get you and the girls involved. We can't exactly go picking kids up off the street. The kids we have must come from our own families, mostly grand kids and the parents remain ignorant. The kids go off camping with Grandma and Grandpa. Mommy and Daddy never know what goes on. Naturally, we can't knock them up. We do, but they get aborted. We couldn't do that to you, Donna. If we were to do this, we decided months ago that we'd have to involve you right from the start." "I appreciate that, Daddy. I really do. Tell me, is this something you have to do to remain members?" "No, but the pressure to supply pussy is enormous. Right now, six families carry the bulk of the load and everyone is fucking the hell out of those kids. The kids don't seem to mind, but it isn't right. When you're fucking some guy's grand daughter and having yourself a ball, and he knows you have two gorgeous little dolls he could be enjoying, you feel like a mooch. I have always been one to carry my own ruck. I actually had three gorgeous dolls to share. We don't get many mommies up here, not with their kids we don't. It's usually either or. In fact, there is only one other, a family of seven - a mom, dad, three boys, and two girls. They're okay, but no way are they in a league with you, Casey, and Sandy - no way." "I guess this will be a big feather in your cap then won't it - assuming all goes well?" "I'm not looking for any feathers, Donna. I like this place, the people involved, the lifestyle, the philosophy, the culture we have created. I want to see it grow and prosper. I'd like to see more involvement by other moochers. Leaders lead by example. What we are doing is setting the example. Others are watching; and yes, we very much want this to go well. Everyone does." "It's going well so far, don't you think? We're here with no panties to protect us. We all know what that means, and no one is complaining. That must be an encouraging sign, don't you think?" "Yes, but that's just a part of it. We want it all. We want little bitches we can knock up and leave that way because the mommy is one of us. I think there's enough kinky in your make-up to appreciate these harmless kinks and how much Casey adds to the party. Am I right or wrong?" Damn, he was right. I reached in with an index finger to rub my clit because it needed rubbing. He saw this and smiled, then said, "That's what I thought. You'll help me get that kid knocked up, won't you babe? Together, we'll turn that shy young lady into a shameless whore, won't we?" I nodded and began masturbating in earnest, using one hand at my hole and another on the clit, putting a big shit-eating grin on his face. I heard Mom draw attention to what I was doing. Over the roar of the engine, they couldn't hear what we were talking about but they could plainly see what I was doing. I didn't care about them, or oncoming traffic, or cops. I just wanted to please my daddy. I also wanted to cum. He loved watching me masturbate and had a difficult time watching the road for the first time. I put on quite a show for him - and them. He said, "You'll see that Casey becomes a good bitch for us, won't you, Donna?" "Yes, an excellent bitch. She'll suck and swallow." "She will if you'll set a good example. She'll follow your example, Donna." "Yes, I know she will. I'll be the perfect bitch, Daddy." "You do that, Donna. You step right out with your head high and chest out. You go to those dogs like a bitch in heat. Let her see that." "I will. I'll be shameless, absolutely shameless...oh god...I'm cumming...ummmm!..." That was one mind fucking orgasm I had, a real buckeroo, but when I recovered and became aware of where I was and who besides Daddy saw it, I wanted to slink on down to the floor board. I sure set the example for masturbating in an RV, that's for sure. We were one hour and thirty minutes out when I returned to my seat beside Casey. Mom said, "Aren't we the shy one? Daddy get you all worked up, did he?" "A little." "You weren't alone. We got Casey all hot and bothered talking about sucking doggie dicks. She's been playing with her pussy this whole time and came right before you did." Casey was embarrassed, but not as embarrassed as I thought she'd be. I looked to her crotch and saw what a mess she'd made. Both hands were gooey and her inner thighs and tiny pubic patch were sopping wet. I would have thought she'd sit up and sit back with her legs clamped but she sat at the edge, lying back in a slump with her legs relaxed, showing her full pussy all the way down. I was leaning over and looking down on it, taking a keen interest in it, but that didn't seem to bother her too much. She didn't try to cover herself, so I reached in and copped a feel, sending two middle fingers down the slippery trench and up the slimy hole. She was surprised that I'd do this but didn't react, as though forcing back a reaction so as not to spook me. She just sat there and watched my hand feel her up. Her legs even fell out a bit. I took that as an invitation to do more. Mom said, "She'll suck a dog dick now, and she swears she'll swallow the load." While sending my two middle fingers in deep, I said, "If Casey says she will, she will. If her pussy is any indication, I'd say she was eager to get at them." "Wet bitch, isn't she?" "Very. About as wet as her mother." Mom said to Casey, "See how wet your mother is." Casey reached over and sent her hand between my legs, like all she needed was the excuse. I parted my legs for her. She widened hers for me by laying her leg over mine. Her hand explored all between my legs, especially inside the lips before she sent two fingers up me and rummaged around, digging in deeper as she looked to Mom and said, "She's awfully wet but I think I'm wetter." "Well, keep those bitch pussies good and wet. The dogs like them wet. We like seeing wet cunts on our bitches. That lets us know they're in heat. We're expecting big things from you girls. They were told to expect three horny bitches. I want them to see three wet-cunted, horny bitches step out of this coach." Sandy said, "Am I wet enough, Grandma? I sure am horny enough." "I can get you wetter, precious." I was working on getting Casey wetter. She was doing her best on me. She'd delve inside my hole then come out to give my clit a good rubbing, then go back and finger the hole, enjoying herself thoroughly. I felt a bit odd masturbating my girl and odder still letting her do me, but it sure felt good and kinky, about as kinky as helping Daddy knock her up, and I did want to be on- hand to help, each and every time. I couldn't wait to get started. I didn't know how Casey would feel about the project, but I had plenty of time to work on her. Playing with her pussy seemed like a good starting point. If I could get her wet for dogs, I could get her wet for Daddy. I soon hand my hand working away at one hot and horny squirming little bitch. She'd be no problem at all. I just needed to get my hand between her legs and she'd become a good whore, too. I couldn't wait to get her wet for Daddy, or someone else' daddy. I couldn't wait to turn her into a whore, a pregnant whore. Daddy was right. Casey would look damn cute pregnant. Sandy already was a whore, but that came as no surprise. If that kid was sucking off dogs for the neighborhood, she was also fucking. Casey would know and she would keep the secret. They did everything together, but Casey was no follower. She was a looker and secret keeper. I'd bet on her virginity although the pussy I probed wasn't virgin. Odds were, it would be virgin to cock. Curiosity made me ask Sandy, "So, what else have you done besides put on dog sucking shows?" Sandy smiled and said, "Lots. I'll suck any dick. I like sucking dicks. I've been fucked, too, not by any dogs, but I fucked a lot of kids and two grown-ups. Mr. Wilcox, Bradley's daddy, and Mr. Hinderman from across the street." I looked to Casey and said, "How about you?" "I'm a virgin...well, sorta a virgin. I never did it with anyone, but I watched her do just about everyone. I didn't see Bradley's dad, but I have seen Mr. Hinderman screw her six times now. He won't use a rubber or pull out either." Sandy cut in saying, "I never asked him to. Mr. Wilcox don't either." Casey looked to me, saying, "She's going to get pregnant if she's not already. I keep telling her, but she likes it when they cum in her pussy. She won't even wash it out afterwards. She likes to play with it." Sandy challenged, "Yeah, so do you. At least I don't use my tongue like you do." Casey turned beet red as Sandy looked to me and added, "That's how I get her to lick my pussy for me, by leaving guys' cum in it." Casey shouted, "SANDY!" "It's true. She'll lick and lick and lick and lick until she gets it all. I'll bet that's why I don't get pregnant. Casey eats up all the sperms." "SANDY! SHUT UP!" "She sticks her tongue way up my pussy hole and goes licky licky licky like a lesbian, queer, cunt lapper." "SANDY, PLEASE!" Casey emphatically implored to no avail. Sandy was no secret keeper, and once their dirty secret was out, the secret flood gates opened wide. She went on, "She'll lick any pussy that has cum in it, even dog cum I'll betcha. Watch her after a dog fucks you, Mom. I'll bet you she licks your pussy for you. She'd love to lick your pussy. She'd lick your pussy even if there wasn't any cum in it. She'd make cum in it...your cum...girl cum...yummy mommy cum. Push her head down there and see what she does. She'll start licking...betcha anything." Poor Casey. This was a tippy top secret between them. She took her hand out of my pussy to help the other cover her face. Mom sat silent through this most revealing exchange, but I could see that she was loving it. I took my hand out from between Casey's legs so that I could place that arm around her shoulder and hug her to me. Her head hung on my breast, her hands still shielding her red face. She was mortified but I was comforting. Mom, on the other hand, silently but most emphatically urged me to do as Sandy said and push her head down between my legs. Before I went forward to have that talk with Dad I would have just as emphatically resisted, and probably not in silence. That would have been far too kinky for my tastes, but in light of our plans for Casey, and in light of all the pussy play we'd been doing, seeing as where we were headed, that wasn't all that kinky, and the kid did like my pussy. There was no doubt about that. Did she like it enough to lick it was the question. Sandy seemed so sure and Casey never challenged her betchas. The more I thought about it, the more I liked the idea. Mom could see that I was seriously mulling it over. This encouraged her and brought Sandy in with silent encouragements of her own. My hand was rubbing Casey's back while mulling but moved onto her head after I decided I had to find out. I didn't push but her head fell off my breast and her cheek now rested on my upper abdomen. That brought Sandy out of her seat and onto the table where she could peer down on my crotch. Mom leaned out and dipped her head under the table so she could see. I made a better beaver and applied some pressure toward the beaver. Her head went with that slight pressure. Her head moved gradually on down to my crotch. I did not push, but it looked like I did. It also looked like I guided her mouth to my slit, but I did no guiding. With her cheek resting on my mound and her lips resting on my cunt lips, and all of us with excellent views, all we needed was a little tongue action to make the moment complete. We waited and watched in silence, but the silent wait paid off. She began licking, slow and easy, very lightly at first, but getting better and better with each lick until she got into it good with long probing licks and laps with her face turned into the gash, reaching for the hole, the source of the delicious juice she was after. She had already lapped off all the juice from my inner thighs and pussy clear down to my asshole. Now, she went after what was in the hole. This ended Sandy's silence with a, "See, Mom. Didn't I tell you." I shushed her with a finger to my lips. I didn't want Casey spooked now that she was doing it well and lapping twat nectar from my hole. Mom saw the wisdom of letting this delicate moment between mother and child sink in. She sat up and pulled Sandy off the table, got her seated, and told her something that made her smile and be quiet. I fed my child cunt nectar like a mommy with a starving child, helping her get at it as best I could in our cramped space. Mom had to know of the plan and knew that I knew and masturbated to it. We were now partners in this kinky plan. The plan now called for a lesbian, preggo, bitch whore for Camp Hedon. She was very pleased with this new, unexpected development, and pleased with me for how easily and quickly I capitalized on the development, giving her a clue as to just how on- board I was. I gave her a better clue by urging Casey to the floor so she could do it right and so that I could offer her a better beaver, a real vaginal spread she could bury her face in. Mom beamed when I opened myself wide and told Casey to eat my pussy good. This also told Casey that I had nothing against cunt licking daughters and adored a cunt sucking daughter. Casey held nothing back after that. She ate and I encouraged. I came and she ate it. She ate pussy all the way to Camp Hedon. We set that kink nicely. She remained under the table and ate each of us, but concentrated mostly on me. We called her our little cunt lapper and she grew to accept the term, even smiled up at us while we called her everything except a heterosexual young lady. Calling her a cunt-sucking whore made her act like one. Calling her a mutt-sucking bitch made her wag her tail for us. We fucked her face and she held steady for this purpose, or she'd stick her tongue way out and we'd fuck that. We had ourselves a ball using Casey in the most vulgar ways we could think of, but Casey took no offense, at least none we could see. The change in Casey was unbelievable and accomplished in such a short time. That was most remarkable, but the change in me was almost as remarkable and unbelievable, even to me, especially to me. I couldn't believe I was doing this and looking forward to the rest. We hadn't even gotten kinky yet. This was just foreplay to something kinky. The foreplay was very effective. Three hornier bitch sluts Camp Hedon would never see enter their midst. Poor doggies. We were ready when the RV turned onto a dirt road for the final ten- mile leg of the journey. Now, on to the mutts and more glory. * * * I pictured a wilderness resort but saw a wilderness camping area in a wooded area along a small creek. What they called a pool was a pond formed by damming the creek. RVs and tents were scattered all over and centered on the pool area which also served as a communal eating area with several picnic tables and one large barbeque grill. The pool area was where everyone congregated and where we pulled to a stop just after noon. When we pulled up, everyone looked up and headed over. I would estimate fifty people with another fifty emerging from tents and RVs. Most of the men were naked or only wore shirts. All of the women and girls had shorts on. I saw three girls and a woman my age. The rest were Mom's age or older. None were better looking. We also saw the dogs Mom spoke of. They didn't know that our RV was anything special. They pretty much went about their business, which for some was nosing crotches. Mom was right. Cute, young, and sexy didn't mean shit to a dog. They were nosing the crotches they usually got pussy from with no trouble, wondering why they were having trouble, why there weren't any bitches around. As that crowd closed in and thickened, I grew terribly uncomfortable. They all looked like degenerates with the men and boys stroking hardons. What was I doing here? What were my daughters doing here? Why were my parents a part of this group? Why did they want to impress them - using us to do it? Why? Why? Why? Sandy still looked eager to get out and get it on, but Casey also showed signs of new misgivings. I think she pictured a plush resort with handsome people like her grand parents. She needed a lead bitch - no doubt about that. The lead bitch didn't want to go anywhere but home. Mom saw the look, came over, and said, "Remember your promise, Donna. Twenty-four hours. I don't care how much you hate it, give us twenty-four hours." Daddy, now naked, came up from behind. He reached through my arms to cup my tits as his dick went between my thighs. He nuzzled my ear and said, "Remember, we are counting on you to set a good example. Think like a bitch in heat. You want it, Donna. Don't think about the people. Ignore them and think only about the dogs. You want to mate. You must mate." I started to say, "Daddy, I can't. I want to but I can't." I started to but when I turned my head, he kissed me again like he did before. That unhinged me very quickly. I reached down between my legs and pulled his cock tight up against my bitch pussy, trying like hell to get the head in the hole. He wasn't helping; he was teasing. He soon had me thinking like a horny bitch again, wet cunt and all. When he released me and sent me toward the door, I knew I had best keep right on going before the effect wore off. I stepped out and drew immediate attention from half a dozen dogs who padded right over and began sniffing my pussy from front and rear. My immediate reaction to so many cold snouts up my wazoo was to snap my knees together and block with hands, but I fought that and did the opposite by bowing my knees out and thrusting up my pelvis to the dogs in front - the people too, but I was ignoring them as best I could. The mass licking helped but I still couldn't believe I was doing this with my parents and my daughters watching from the large picture widow of the RV. I felt as degenerate and disgusting as a mother and a daughter could be. Mom was right. This was very humiliating, and now two dogs were showing an interest in fucking me. They were humping my legs if that was any indication. I assumed it was and slowly went to my hands and knees. Seconds later, I was getting screwed by a Golden Lab. God, I died of shame. I'm sure my pussy loved what was happening to it, but I was too immersed in shame and abject humiliation to focus in on the sensation. I could not ignore the people or their crude comments. The words bitch, slut, and whore assailed my ears and seared my soul. I could almost hear my own family saying, thinking, and believing the same things about me, and that damn dog just kept on fucking me and fucking me and fucking me, humping me like an animal, a bitch, a fucking whore. I didn't think things could get any worse until a smaller dog of mixed breed mounted me over the shoulders facing the other dog. His dick was poking me in the face in search of my mouth with everyone yelling, "Suck! Suck! Suck!" I didn't suck suck suck, but I did finally let him fuck me in the mouth to keep from losing an eye. I ended up sucking and was sucking when he climaxed. I ended up with a mouthful of dog cum, debating on whether to be a wet spitter or not. By this time, my first had come and gone and my second was hard at work trying to shove his knot in. I noticed that sensation as I braced against the forward push to keep from getting pushed on to my face. When that baseball-size lump popped in, I swallowed with my eyes bugged out. That's when he began fucking me like a bitch. It took me three dogs to turn bitch, but when I did, I grew a fucking tail. God damn, that was a good sensation coming from my neglected cunt. Put me in Jack Murphy Stadium and sell tickets. I didn't give a rat's ass, and I had people pissing on me. One old gal got me by the hair and fucked my face while she relieved herself. She evidently thought I could do better. I tried, but still got pissy reviews - tough crowd. I guess I fucked ten dogs on that outing. I sucked two, took two up my ass, and took the rest in my bitch pussy. You get fucked in the ass when they miss. Once in, that's where you get fucked. More were on hand to fuck me, but I was given a break. They let Sandy out while a group of ladies took me down stream for a bath. I judged those people all wrong. Those ladies were very nice to me, overly affectionate you might say. They made me feel most welcome and had nothing against bitches, whores, or sluts. The one who pissed in my face gave me a great big kiss, then dropped down and gave me one on my pussy. That's friendly. They all wanted to be that friendly with me, but they also wanted to get back to catch Sandy's debut. I got a quick twat kiss from each and we hustled back to the group. This time, I stood in the group. Sandy was on her back getting fucked by a Bull Dog. Actually, she was fucking him, lifting up to meet his humping thrusts. We cheered her on. No one pissed on Sandy. I presumed that the key was to take an active role in the mating and not just get fucked like I did. I learned a lot by watching Sandy fuck eight dogs that way. By this time, every dog in camp was in the area, awaiting a turn. I counted forty-seven. The man beside me fingering my pussy said there were fifty-two. It was hard to count them. Most were being held back by owners and were buried in the crowd. I had one behind me that kept licking my pussy and a man's fingers. If he said there were fifty-two, there were fifty-two. Sandy clearly wanted more than eight on her first turn, but they carted her off for a douche down-stream. It was now time for the main event - Casey. I gathered they had all heard about Casey, and they all saw Casey in the window. They saw her nude from the mound up, enough to know that Dad hadn't been exaggerating one iota. She looked lovely, even virginal. She also looked scared, nervous, shy, and bashful. All the more reason to want her out there. Hell, I wanted her out there. Sandy was fun to watch, but Casey would be kinky to watch. We wanted to see the mutts have their way with that sexy bitch. Bring on Casey! Casey, Mom, and Dad disappeared from the window right after Sandy was led away. I expected her to emerge right after that, but ten minutes later, we still saw no sign. I sensed them having difficulty with her and thought about going in to help, but I was having fun where I was, putting on a mini show for my neighbors whose hands were all over me. They were kissing me, feeling me, fingering me, and I had two mutts licking me from front and rear. Let them handle her. When Casey did emerge and stood in the open doorway it was clear they handled her. She had cum running to her heels. Dad had a shiny wet pecker. One would think he fucked her. I wasn't going to draw any conclusions from circumstantial evidence, but then he lifted her from behind and forced her to make a yawning beaver while seated in his arms. That did look incriminating and drew cheers. Someone in that RV fucked that girl and he had a big dick. Casey was red but didn't fight this gross exposure, even when he stepped down with her and carried her like that out among the perverts, which by this time included her mommy. I thought this was fantastic, and when they came to me, I teasingly accused him of fucking my daughter. He jokingly professed his innocence, so I bent down and sucked his dick then came up and gave her snatch a lap, then said, "Oh yes you did, you child molester, you pervert." The crowd loved this little impromptu passion play we put on. Daddy waited for the laughter and talking to die before saying, "You're right, Donna. I did fuck her, but I won't fuck her again unless you're present. Will that make you happy?" I pumped his rod while making a happy face, saying, "Very happy. I'll even hold her sexy legs apart for you if you'd like." "I'd like that very much. You're a good daughter, Donna, a very good daughter." I bowed and released him so he could show Casey's exceptional cunt to the others. People got to look and feel. Some got a taste. Casey gradually warmed to this exhibition, especially when people began tasting. Toward the end, she was holding her lips open for them. Whatever shyness she had, she lost somewhere along the way, but she still had some when she came to me. I was with a thick group in the middle of the half moon circle centered on the RV. Those at the end saw a shameless exhibition and most got a taste. Dad lowered her so a few dogs could have a taste. She was now ready for the dogs so Dad delivered her to the center where six free animals were waiting at the ready. He released her and stepped back. Casey did just like I did only she didn't look as anxious. She also learned from watching Sandy. When it came time to fuck, she got down on her back. Fucking on your back was also a good way to keep dog dicks out of your ass. I must say that Sandy was better at it, but Casey wasn't bad after the fifth one. She took the sixth on her hands and knees. That one went up her ass, but I think she wanted it up her ass, or wanted to be in a position for a head mount. Six more dogs had been set free after the sixth dog finished. She got a head mount shortly thereafter. Unlike me, she captured his dick with her mouth and sucked from start to finish. True to her word, she did swallow. She took three head mounts out of that second group, sucking and swallowing all three. Casey took on twelve dogs but she never turned bitch, not in a dramatic way like I did, or right off like Sandy did. Casey remained pretty much the same throughout. She obviously enjoyed herself and wanted to be entertaining, but you would think she were fucking boys at a frat party after losing a game of Truth or Dare and being a good sport about it. That happened to me once but I wasn't a good sport. I had been setup, suckered into a friendly game that didn't stay friendly for very long; and besides, they cheated. Still, I had to pay up. Casey was like the girls I knew who knew of the setup, went along, played dumb, got trapped, then payed up like good sports when they could have just walked into any frat house and said, "Fuck me one and all." I never understood those girls but Casey was just like that with the dogs. She was also like that under the table, like she wasn't really a lesbian but had been caught doing a lesbian thing and now had to accept being treated as one. Those girls weren't really sluts but had been caught in a game where they had to accept being treated like sluts. Maybe that's how they maintain their self image. I don't know, but it always seemed silly to me. Casey had a strong and well-defined self-image that wouldn't allow for slutty or lesbian behavior, much less bitch whore behavior. No matter what she did, she'd never be any of those things, not in her mind. She had to deal with it this way, pretend she was trapped in this situation when she knew very well that she wasn't. She had to know she could stop this at any time. Only the pressure to not be a party pooper forced her to go on. This didn't set well with me. I didn't put any pressure on her, or not much, but her grandmother and grandfather put a great deal on all of us, but her especially. They had a lot riding on her. I was well aware of that after my talk with Dad. I understood where Dad and Mom were coming from, but I also knew how Casey would yield to that pressure. I saw it for myself and now understood what I had seen. Well, it didn't set well, and now what to do about it. The worse was yet to come. If I did nothing, she'd live it and be fucking mutts in her ninth month while trying not to be a party pooper. On the other hand, Casey had a way of riding out something like this and emerging out the other side unchanged, still the same old Casey except with a bizarre experience. I once ran into one of those girls from college, now a wife and mother, still the same only with a great story from her college days. She did not turn slut. Sandy had no such technique. Her experiences changed her. Each one changed and reshaped her self image. When she began fucking, she became a whore. She was now a mutt slut. I hated to think what she'd be like when she left home. She'd likely go straight from the nest to a lamp post. Casey was college bound, no ifs ands or buts. This realization helped me relax. Casey needed no help. She didn't need saving. We could have all the fun we wanted at her expense with no lasting harm. She was the perfect victim for the type of victimizing they did. I should say, we. That was me in there feeding her my pussy and having myself a ball doing it, fucking her pretty face with my nasty cunt. The only thing I didn't do was piss in it. I could have. I thought seriously about it. Mom did it and so did Sandy. Casey kept right on eating. Hell, she drank so as not to get the RV's carpet wet. That's being a damn good sport if you ask me. When Casey finished off her last dog the crowd closed in on her. I though to hold her on their shoulders and march her around. No, they had to take a leak. She was still on her hands and knees, not sure what they were up to. The first warm stream hit her in the back of the head and soaked her head which then hung down as the streams began coming at her from every quarter. Imagine over a hundred people taking a piss on a girl. We are talking a true golden shower, and I was right in there with them. Sandy had joined us by then and she got down on her back and pissed up into Casey's face. She got that idea from three other women who did it that way. I did not consider joining them. That was a bit extreme. It was enough to squat and piss on her head. I didn't know why we were pissing on her. I thought she did very good, much better than I did. She took them in her pussy, ass, and mouth. She sucked and swallowed. She fucked back, took the knot, looked slutty. She just didn't do it with the enthusiasm Sandy did. Maybe that's all it took to earn a thumb's down. She took her reviews well, even the piss-up reviews. The ladies led her off for her wash job. Casey passed right by me and shrugged as though saying, "I tried." I felt like telling her she did very well, but I shrugged as though saying, "Try better next time." Though we had dogs who hadn't been serviced, the crowd dispersed, many taking their unserviced dogs with them. Serviced dogs were set free to wander or lie about. Sandy went off with two couples who had four dogs that needed her services. As lead bitch, I suppose I should have gone looking for something to mate with, but Mom and Dad needed to find a place to park the RV and setup camp. I figured they'd need help so I joined them. Actually, I was eager to hear their honest review and appraisal. We could also conspire against Casey - all for one, one for all, fuck the bitch. There weren't many good spots for that big RV of his. We were among the last campers to arrive. We had to settle for a spot out on the fringes with little shade. Dad did all the outside setting up. Mom did all the inside, mostly kitchen stuff. I stayed with her. She was very pleased with the way things went, but concerned about Casey because she never turned bitch and should have. She also didn't want to get fucked and had to be held for it. She wasn't raped, just pressured and held until the job was accomplished. It wasn't supposed to be that way and Mom was still upset with Dad for being so insistent. "He just had to have her. He couldn't wait," she kept saying. She was also upset about the way Dad showed her beaver off, knowing how that child was about her beaver. It turned out okay but was a stupid stunt just to show off. Mom wasn't happy with him at all. He was full of himself and was sure to blow it. I could have set her mind at ease but I didn't want to get started until Dad was with us, so I just listened to her rant and fret, amused that she was so worried about losing Casey, as if I had no say in the matter when the fact was, if I didn't want them to lose Casey, they wouldn't lose Casey no matter how she felt - assuming I was that kind of mother with that much control over her. I could be and did have that much control. When Dad joined us, she lit right into him, but he had heard it before and didn't want to hear it again. He got himself a beer and joined us at the table, scooting in next to me, both of us still naked with Mom in shorts. He grabbed my cunt; I grabbed his cock; we were set. He soon knew that I had no criticisms for the way he handled himself. When Mom said, "You just had to fuck her, didn't you," Dad said, "Yes, Alice, I had to fuck her. I have been wanting to fuck her for three years. Besides, she might be ovulating. The first sperm usually wins. I had to be first just in case." "Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself because that may have been your last. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if she came back and wanted to go home." This was my opening. I said, "Well, she can come back and she can say she wants to go home, but if Daddy wants to fuck her, she had best lie down and spread her legs for him." They both looked to me, Daddy grinning, Mom puzzled. He said, "Hear that, Alice. Her mommy says she has to fuck me." Mom looked to me and said, "Are you prepared to make her fuck him. Would you hold her down for it?" "Sure, why not. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. It's up to her, but we are going to do it. I assume you two are serious about your intentions." Dad said, "Oh, we are quite serious, aren't we Alice?" "Yes, quite." Mom didn't know what to make of this as Daddy lifted me onto his cock. I settled onto heaven, then laid back against his chest. He held me by the tits. We were both in heaven without even moving. It felt so good to be coupled at the genitals, we simply languished in that sensation - incest, right in front of my mother and his wife - kinky - fun. Mom took a long sip of her wine while watching us, slowly developing a smile. She said, "Enjoying yourself, Donna?" "Ummm, yes, finally. Did you ever fuck any of my brothers, Mom?" "One. Guess which one." "Robby?" "No." "If it wasn't Robby, it had to be Greg." "No, it wasn't Greg." "You fucked Arnold!" "A thousand times at least." Arnold was the baby, an accidental baby who came twelve years after me. I had been the baby until he came along. I practically raised him until I left for college. Arnold recently graduated college and lived at home until he did. He was an only child for most of his life. I suppose I should have guessed him first but he has always been a baby in my mind. My other brothers were always after me to fuck them, but I never had that problem with Arnold. I suppose that's another reason he didn't occur to me until the other two were eliminated. Still, a thousand times. That's an affair. I said, "Christ, Mother, that's not incest, that's a long-term affair." "You're very perceptive. We're lovers, Donna. We have been for some time - six years come August 10th. That's the day he offered to apply the sun tan lotion for me and ended up oiling my pussy for me. He then oiled his cock and used that to oil the inside. After that, he knew where he could get pussy any time he wanted it. I never said no to that boy. Somewhere along the line, we became lovers. I got a boob job for him. Of course, your father paid for it. He has been very good about this thing. I'm in no position to complain about what you're doing." I looked over my shoulder to Daddy and said, "How long have you known about them?" "Eight-hundred fucks ago I would imagine. They tried to hide it for a while. It got to where they couldn't, then got to where they didn't even try, then got to where Arnold would climb in bed with us and make love to her right beside me. I don't mean fuck, I mean making love. I'd watch a good fuck, but watching those two make love made me sick." Mom quickly countered, "Oh, it did not. If it did, why did you jackoff to it?" Looking to me she said, "He's full of shit, Donna. Arnold and I like to make out while we fuck. To him, that's making love. You could bet your sweet ass that before we were done, his big cock would come nosing its way in for the cum shot. He got off on cumming on our faces, especially our lips. We would then have to finish with that mess to deal with. We had to humor him that way or go back to hiding." I smiled back and said, "That's perverted, Daddy." "Yeah, I suppose, but do you know what's more perverted than that." "Do tell." "Doing that to you and Casey while you two make out." "That is more perverted. That's kinky. Sounds like fun. Do you suppose anyone would want to see something like that?" "Could you make it happen?" "Where Casey is concerned, I can make anything happen. She does what she's told. If I tell her to make love to me, she'll make love to me. If I tell her to eat my cunt, she'll eat my cunt. If I piss in her mouth, she'll drink it." "So I heard. We're going to have some fun, aren't we babe?" "We will if you'll take me to a bed and do what you should have done twenty years ago." Daddy smiled, lifted me, set me in the aisle, led me to the master bedroom, and did what he should have done twenty years ago. Mom watched and masturbated. I never pictured that. After that momentous fuck, I went out looking for mutts to mate with. They had to remind me, but I was all for it and ready for more. It didn't take long to find two and draw a crowd. Sandy had her own crowd and Casey had an even bigger one. By the time I went back in circulation, there weren't many unserviced mutts to be found. Fifty-two weren't enough. We didn't get back together again until right before nightfall, and we were three well-worn sluts by that time. It wasn't just mutts we were servicing. We serviced all cummers, male and female, young and old, Mom and Dad. We were only eight hours into an initiation set to last twenty- four. There is no sleeping on initiation day. You take breaks, then get right back out there. Sandy was living a dream, but me and Casey were dragging ass by midnight. Fortunately, things slowed way down after midnight. The dogs all went to sleep, only the hardcore fuckers stayed up. The three of us amused twenty people until day break, mostly with oral sex. With first light came horny dogs followed by horny humans. From eight in the morning until noon, were screwed relentlessly. I have never been so sore. I could only imagine what Casey suffered. She always received the most attention, but the kid hung in with us. Once we were initiated, she went right to sleep and didn't wake up until nine that evening, just two hours after me. We now had plenty of company. Most of the women were now naked and keeping the mutts amused. We still had men and boys to contend with, but they took it easy on us, Casey especially. A dick, even a moderate one, would have been torture for her. I kept a close eye on Casey. She did her very best not to be a party pooper, and tried her damndest to never disappoint Grandma and Grandpa. They wanted her to stay naked at all times and to show good beavers as much as possible. She did that. Whether she overcame her vaginal shyness is difficult to say, but one would think she had. We also kept up that lesbian number we had going on her but only in the RV, otherwise everyone would be doing it. As it was, there were half a dozen ladies who did that to her regardless. She didn't need three more but she got three more. I'm sure she got her fill of pussy and piss. The two went together at Camp Hedon, but outdoors, she could let it flow past her lips. In the RV where we had her, she had to drink or soil the carpet which she wouldn't do. No one told her she had to drink, she just did. I eventually joined in that activity. By then, Mom and Sandy had her kneeling and sucking just to relieve their bladders. Casey never complained or even made a disagreeable face. She simply lent herself to being their potty, no muss, no fuss, you need to pee you just call Casey over and point to your pussy. She even wiped with her tongue. I had to try that and she wasn't the least surprised when I did. It was almost like she were saying, "What took you so long." I don't know if Casey liked drinking pee or just did it to please us. Frankly, I didn't care. I had molested that child in so many ways by then that one more way seemed unimportant and insignificant, just one more thing she could chalk up to a bizarre experience. I knew I wasn't hurting her physically or mentally. I was just giving her a bizarre experience and giving myself one at the same time. There is nothing like pissing in your daughter unless you're doing it while she's getting fucked. If Dad saw me taking a piss in her, he had to fuck her. Dad must have fucked Casey a hundred times over that three days and I'm sure he came in her pussy at least twenty of those times. He fucked me five times and fucked Sandy three, but he never came in us. Casey knew he was trying to knock her up and would keep on trying back in San Diego. She knew I'd be there to see that she spread her legs for him and took the load. She knew what a preggo bitch was and knew we were making one. Camp Hedon was now our thing. She'd be coming back again and again. Before we left Camp Hedon, Casey knew exactly what she was in for. If this upset or alarmed her, she didn't convey that in any way. She went along with anything and everything because we wanted her to, expected her to, and put pressure on her to without ever asking her how she felt, what she wanted, or what she could handle. She took on a victim mentality and simply went with it just as I predicted she would. In her mind, she had no choice. Why piss and moan about it? Why fight it? Why not be a good sport about it? I had Casey all figured out even if she didn't. I'm sure she saw things that way just as those sorority girls did. That was fine by me. Let her keep her delusions. I wanted her to keep them. Those delusions kept her from harm. As long as she felt like a helpless victim, she'd be fine when she wasn't a helpless victim. Sandy, on the other hand, was a lost cause and had been for years. I don't think I could have prevented that. Whore was in her nature as was a self-image made of putty. I didn't mind playing the bad guy, not for a worthy cause. I could think of none worthier. I made Casey feel victimized and did what I did to impress my parents. I had a sexual thing for my daddy that overrode all common sense and motherly instincts. That made sense to her. She didn't blame me. There were no hard feelings. Our relationship was still intact though I was fucking her face and using her as a piss potty. They dropped us off late Sunday night. Casey and I slept most of the way home, so we weren't all that tired. Sandy went straight to bed leaving me and Casey up. I thought she might want to talk so I made a pot of coffee and joined her at the table where she was perusing through three days of the San Diego Union newspaper. She thanked me and stopped perusing. We sipped and sat, sat and sipped. I finally said, "That was quite an experience, wasn't it?" "Yes. I never expected it to be like that." I sipped. She sipped. I said, "I must confess, I enjoyed myself thoroughly, Casey." "Yes, I know. So did Sandy. She finally got what she wanted - all the sex she could handle. She can't wait to go back there." "I'm looking forward to it, too." She sipped. I sipped. One would think she'd either say, "Me too," or "Not me." She said nothing. I thought about what she needed to hear from me, what she was after, though I didn't think the situation needed any reinforcing. She knew the score and knew there would be more, like it or not. She wanted something but I wasn't picking up on it. I would need more clues so I sat and sipped, waiting on her. After a minute of sitting and sipping, she said, "Boy, they sure love incest there, don't they?" "Incest and bestiality. It was hard to tell what they liked most. They sure liked watching you get screwed by your grandpa. Then again, they liked watching you get screwed by anything." "They sure did. I got screwed more than Sandy did. I sure got screwed a lot more by Grandpa." "Yes, but he's trying to get you pregnant. He'll be screwing you a lot more." That was the first time I said it to her face but she had overheard many conversations where the subject was discussed as though what she overheard didn't matter, sometimes while she was licking my pussy. Perhaps she needed to hear it from me. She said, "I know, but I won't be fertile for about ten days. I just got off my period on Thursday." "Well, lets not tell him that. That might spoil his fun. This way, in his mind, every day might be the day." "Okay. He never asked me about my periods. I won't bring it up." Well shit, that wasn't the issue. She sipped. I sipped. I waited. She said, "You know what they liked best, though, better than watching Grandpa screw me?" "What's that?" "When you and I did it. You know, when we made like lesbians and did it on the blanket. They super liked watching a mother and daughter do a sixty nine." Now we were getting somewhere. I said, "You're right about that." "The best part was when Grandpa came in our faces while we were kissing. That blew their minds when we kept on kissing with his sperm on our mouths. I thought you'd stop, but you didn't." "He didn't want me to. He did that for a reason." "I guess. Still, it was pretty weird, wasn't it." "I don't know. I rather enjoyed it." "You did!" She didn't expect that. I knew what part of the Camp Hedon experience was her favorite. I said, "Yes, you're a very good kisser and I love sperm. What was not to like." "I like the way you kiss, too. That was neat. I wouldn't mind doing that again." "Honey, you'll be doing that and a lot more from now on. We will be regulars at Camp Hedon until you deliver your baby. You are the feature performer, and they'll want to see how you are coming along, week by week." "Well, I just wanted you to know that I didn't mind doing that thing on the blanket and if you want to do some of that...you know...at home, I wouldn't mind that either. I mean, if you want to." Oh, so that was it. I sat back and smiled, set my cup down, and reached into my crotch, saying, "Sweetheart, nothing changes when we're home. Home or Hedon is all the same. I have adopted a new lifestyle and I'm taking you girls with me. When you leave home, you can live as you please, but while you live under my roof and eat my groceries, you will live as I say. Is that understood?" "Yes Ma'am." "I'm not sure you do understand, so get down on your knees and eat my pussy. While you're at it, I'll get rid of some of this coffee. Don't spill a drop on my clean floor. Do you understand that?" She was already on her knees with her face in my beaver, sucking as I finished, so she nodded. I gave her a squirt. She swallowed that and began nursing on my pussy. We had a good understanding. I let her eat pussy for a while, then took her to bed with me and forced her to make love with me. Call me a bad mommy if you want to, but I know what's good for my own kids. At least, I had one all figured out. One became a lawyer and one became a hooker. I'll let you figure it out. The End Read other stories by the same author by visiting Phantom Base at HTTP://PhilPhantom.Com 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. Before you try anything, find out what the risks and hazards are because they can all be deadly. Read, enjoy, and remember - sex with minors should be left to other minors. 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