Message-ID: <29945asstr$987840601@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <3AE0F0B7.43B723A4@philphantom.com> From: Phil Phantom X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Tyler's Wedding Date: Sat, 21 Apr 2001 04:10:01 -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: dennyw, gill-bates <1st attachment, "fantasy-wedding-pp.txt" begin> Tyler's Wedding By: Phil Phantom HTTP://www.PhilPhantom.Com Ann Reynolds read the note that came with her daughter's wedding invitation, an invitation sent out by the groom. Though she read the note twenty times, she still could not believe what she read, so she'd read it again: I feel it only fair to warn you that, following the ceremony, Michelle will be taken out to the street and bred to a number of dogs while still wearing her wedding dress. At least she'll have the dress on in the beginning. After her third or fourth dog, she should be completely naked and be copulating on her back for maximum exposure of both her body and the act itself, as this position affords the best view of the dog's dick fucking her human pussy. This is a fantasy we share but you may not wish to participate in a bestial exhibition involving one of your own kin. It would be best if you did as the more guests we have gathered around her, the less likely she'll be seen by outsiders. Between both families and invited guests, we should have enough to completely shield this activity, but shielded or not, we are intent on going through with breeding Michelle to approximately a dozen mutts who know the bitch quite well. Tyler Jackson the groom Ann still could not believe what she read, but in her heart she knew this was no prank. Within one year of high school graduation, a daughter who seemed poised to explode onto the world scene like the next super model, beauty queen, Hollywood discovery, or the gem in a movie star's crown, just kept on taking one step down after another, first by dropping out of college, now poised to marry a local, a Jackson, and one apparently headed no further than his father's lumber yard. Now the former Miss anything-she-ever-entered was not just stepping down, but kneeling down, crawling on all fours out to the street to be bred like a bitch. Six months ago, even three months ago, Ann would have treated that disgusting note like an obscene phone call and trashed it at the first utterance of filth. Not now. Even the obscene phone calls went to Michelle, and she would talk to the disgusting caller for an hour or more though engaged to be married. In fact, the relationship with Tyler began as an obscene phone call. He was the one who always asked to speak with the little blonde bitch. Michelle's engagement ring was a hideous ring of leather worn around the neck, a dog collar such as guard dogs wear, a spiked sentry collar, so the obscene note could not be taken lightly. When the little blonde bitch finally flounced in, Ann shook that note in her muzzle and demanded an explanation. Michelle read the first few lines, went pale, then collapsed into a dining chair with her reddening face in her hands, moaning, "God, I can't believe he actually did this." Ann took her seat and said, "Michelle, my phone has been ringing off the hook since mail began arriving. Everyone got this note. We all want an explanation, but first, is this wedding stillon?" Michelle slowly brought her flushed face up, took a deep breath, looked to her mother, and said, "Yes, it's still on." "Is this bestial exhibition going to take place?" "I'm afraid so. This tells me that Tyler wasn't joking." "I should think his engagement collar would tell you that much." Michelle had no come-back, so Ann went on, "A dainty, feminine collar in black velvet with rhine stones would be a cute joke, but that hideous thing boldly states his intentions. Have you no say in the matter?" "Mom, it was you who told me that every man has his twists and kinks and the woman needs to adjust. That's what I did." "So, it is true? These dogs do know you quite well." "Yes, it is true." "I see. I sense from the wording that this only went out to our kin. I suppose the Jackson clan knows all about this." "They know I'm a bitch, yes." "You see yourself as a bitch, do you?" "Mom, it's hard not to when people are constantly breeding you to their dogs." "It's not just Tyler, then." "No, it's the whole Jackson family, and it has been this way from the start. Right after Tyler introduced me, he bred me. I was so stunned, shocked, and mortified, I just stood there and let him strip me naked. He exposed me and posed me, then placed me in a mating position. I froze on my all fours and let him place dogs on me one after the other." "Good lord, Michelle!" "We had done it in private, but I never dreamed he'd want to share what we had done, especially not with his family. Boy, was I ever wrong. We made the rounds, fifteen homes in one weekend. Everyone got to see him show off his foxy bitch. He had shaved my pussy. He stripped me naked and showed my bald beaver before letting the dogs at it. Believe me, I felt like a bitch being bred." "How many dogs?" "Every home had several males. The Jacksons are heavy into bestiality. All their women are bitches. I wish I had known that at the time. That would have made things much easier. As it was, I thought I was the only one and just wanted to die." "I can imagine. So...am I to presume you intend to go through with this exhibition and cooperate fully?" "Well, yes, I suppose. All the Jacksons and their guests have already seen it. This will be no worse." "I see. Let me ask you something, Michelle, and please be honest. Are you now a bitch?" While running a finger under the tight, obviously uncomfortable collar, Michelle said, "To be honest...yes, I suppose I am. I would have to say I am now into it as much as Tyler is. I would prefer not to bring this into our wedding, and I would have preferred that my family never know, but that's all moot, now." "It was moot when you began wearing that collar." "I guess no one from my family will be coming to my wedding." "Guess again. No one said they wouldn't. They all wanted to know if the wedding was still on. If they weren't planning to attend, they wouldn't care." "What about you and Dad?" "We'll be there, and we will help block views. If this is the fantasy wedding you kids want, you'll have our blessing, but watching is as far as we'll go. I'll be damned if I'll help strip you or assist in breeding you. I did my part by handing you the phone when Tyler first called and asked to speak to the little blonde bitch with the great tits. I presumed he meant you and didn't mean a busty girl with a nasty disposition. I wasn't the least surprised that you eventually went to him and returned a week later wearing his collar. I was the only one but no one else saw how you wagged your tail and squeezed your thighs while talking to him." "Mom, be honest. Do you want to watch?" "I would like to say, absolutely not, but to be perfectly honest, yes, I would. After reading this note through about a dozen times, I had to admit, I wanted to watch and was hoping you would go along with Tyler's wishes. Right before you arrived home, I was sitting here trying to think of a way to get you to go along and be a good bitch. I never dreamed you'd be a good bitch without pressure." "Now, I wish I'd put up a show of mortification and disgust. I would have loved to see how you dealt with that and turned me around, convincing me that I had to be a good bitch. I never dreamed you'd be into this sort of thing, although I did notice you always hovering near whenever I had the dog guy on the line. Thigh squeezes were the most I could get away with while you were feather dusting the backs of my legs." Ann laughed and said, "You do exaggerate, but I was often tempted to turn that duster around, flip you over, and use the handle on you as an act of mercy." Now, Michelle laughed and said, "God, I wish you had. Just having you so near, watching me while eaves dropping made me so fucking horny." "Fucking? You dare say fucking to your mother?" "Fuck and fucking if you're going to talk about fucking my bitch pussy with a handle." "Handle or candle or anything handy or dandy. You needed something and we had no dog. Had we, I would have let him in." "Had you while I had Tyler on the line and he had me in a lather, you would have seen your daughter rape a dog. [Ann laughing] Mother, seriously, how long have you been into this? I assume you were into this when you first handed me the phone that a dog guy was on the other end of." "I have always been curious. Picturing you and any dog...well, I can't think of a human female I would rather see coupled with a dog. You are, indeed, a fox, Michelle, and I can't wait to see you naked with a shaved pussy." "Pussy!" "Yes, I said, pussy and couldn't decide between pussy and cunt, and we would all like to see your pussy, cunt, snatch, twat, or beaver wide open with no hair on it. That alone is worth going for. I'm sure others feel the same way. I think half want to see a dog screw you, the rest just want to see you naked. I'm quite sure your father wants both. He'll fight for a good place up front." "You make me blush." "A blush looks good on you, but I'm surprised you can still blush after all you've been through in a few short weeks. I must say, you took to the mutts rather quickly." "I took to Tyler rather quickly. No one had ever told me that I was a sexy bitch and expected me to take that as high praise, especially when he made it clear that he meant bitch as in a mate suitable for dogs. When a man sweet-talks me like that, I wag my tail. After I decided that he was the one, it was a simple matter of following your advice. I took an immediate interest in bestiality. He arranged to get me a good dog. I met with him and his choice mutt. We were soon mating, but I must tell you, I was none too thrilled by that first experience, nor the second through tenth. It took a while, but after a while, you begin to feel like a bitch. You see your man turning on and you feel sexy with a mutt wildly humping your ass and drooling slobber on your back. After that, mating with dogs gets easier and easier....Mother, are you masturbating?" "Yes. I have my finger in my pussy where it has been for most of the past hour. Don't mind me. Go on. You were saying serving as a bitch got easier and easier." "Yes. I was a bitch before he took me around and showed me off. I didn't disappoint him. They saw a bitch mating. You will, too. Once I get going, I do turn bitch." "If you are going to do this, I would hope so. I want to see a good bitch performance out of you, Michelle. You fuck those mutts right back. You keep your hind legs well apart and...uhhhh, oh god...oh this is so good...yes...so good...look under the table, Michelle. Watch me finger my pussy...oh yes, so good....I'm cumming, Michelle, watch me cum on my fingers...ummaahh..." Michelle watched something she never thought she would ever see, and got a good look at it, too. Ann had no panties on. Once her Mom got going good following the discovery, both hands came into play, one to expose her pussy, the other to frig it through a long but rather reserved orgasm. Her mother had a lovely pussy, a long lippy gash but neatly trimmed, the type cunt suckers love to wallow in. Though their pussies were quite similar but on different scales, her mother's orgasms were nothing like Michelle's brief but intense and explosive climaxes. Michelle rather envied the long ones that her mother seemed to savor, by Michelle's estimation, an orgasm that lasted over a full minute. Michelle was lucky to get ten seconds of ecstasy out of her clit. Maybe the secret was leaving the clit alone and finding that special spot inside. Both types were equally draining and left the victim wasted in a sprawl, limp arms dangling at the sides, legs apart. Michelle reached in and patted he mother's wasted beaver, getting her fingers wet in maternal pie. When she came up, she wore a big smile and said, "You're sopping wet, lady." "I'm no lady. Ladies don't get sopping wet between the legs when they learn that their only daughter mates with animals." "You're right. [looking at her wet hand] There is no doubt about it, you do like that idea." "My only regret is that I didn't begin breeding you when the notion first occurred to me." "When might that have been?" "When you were eight and I had to dash outside to pull our neighbor's cocker spaniel off you." "I don't recall that." "I'm not surprised. You thought he wanted to wrestle. He came very close to wrestling nine inches of dog dick in through the leg hole of your panties and right up your wazoo." Michelle laughed and said, "Which hole is the wazoo hole?" "Funny, but it never dawned on me that he could have gone up your ass. I suppose they do...don't they?" "They do but it's pussy they're after. They want the knot buried, and the knot won't bury in your average asshole. Experienced mutts know where the pussy is, and they'll find a way in from any angle. All you really have to do is keep the pussy in one place and leave them to do their thing. I found that being a bitch is easy. Living as a bitch is a bitch." "Oh, how so?" "Mom, some people are into sex with dogs just because it's a fun thing to do. The Jacksons are into it to humiliate and degrade their women, to keep them in their place, and to punish them when they do wrong. Tyler is no different. It's a bitch." "The life must suit you." "No, it doesn't suit me. I'm into bestiality because it's a fun thing to do, and I discovered that I am a bit of an exhibitionist - well, more than a bit. I absolutely love showing a group of people a shaved-cunt beaver. I love letting a mutt lick my slit with people looking on, and I love fucking mutts on my back with my legs out in the splits. For one, they see everything, and two, I can see them seeing everything. The life Tyler offers is a trade-off. I suffer the humiliation and degradation to get what I want, and I have to act like I hate being publicly mated. If I didn't, they wouldn't bother, and I could never do this on my own. They would never give a woman something she likes. June Jackson took me aside and told me how to be. She saw through me right away, as did most of the Jackson women. Men like Tyler attract women like us. They're old hands at this game, and they will all envy my wedding if it goes according to Tyler's plan. The scene outside is only part of it, the grand finale." "Do tell. What can we expect prior to that?" "Dogs in the chapel. The bride wearing a dog collar with leash attached. The bride with no panties on. Mutts licking her cunt all through the service, and we're talking a long, drawn-out service in a wedding dress fit for a hooker's wedding. From where we'll be standing, everyone will see what the dogs are licking. I'll have peanut butter stuffed deep in my cunt, but no one will know that except the dogs. They love peanut butter. If my legs give out, which often happens when dogs lick peanut butter off my ovaries, I'll be saying my I-dos while Rover is trying to make puppies in me." "Good lord. Is the pastor in on this?" "Do you mean the Reverend John Jackson?" "Is he one of them?" "His whole congregation is one of them. I have been bred during church service. I think their church is called The First Church of the Bred Bitch. One entire service was dedicated to just breeding me to everything they could find, often two at a time, one working at each end. I must have serviced fifty dogs and ended with a belly bloated with dog cum. That was my initiation done before a packed house of almost three-hundred of all ages - all dressed in their Sunday best, looking pretty-much like any other church congregation if it weren't for all the masturbating going on. Actually, I don't know whether it's The First Church of the Bred Bitch, or The First Church of the Shameless Masturbators. You'd fit right in with that congregation,Mother." "My goodness. I just may have to return to church, and your father will come with me." "That's how they built their church. We aren't the first family to receive invitations like this. We'll be getting a sample, just enough to wet our appetite and want more. This wedding will be entertaining without being too shocking, at least not until the scene outside, but we've been warned about that." "How shocking is that likely to get?" "The sex itself will be shocking, just because of the position I'll be in, but it'll blow a few minds if one of those mutts gets a notion to fuck me in the mouth. Those dogs of theirs think human bitches have pussy at both ends, at least the ones that can get their knot in a woman's mouth. Most can, most do, and they don't like waiting on pussy if there's one not being used. They call it head fucking a bitch, and the Jacksons are very much into that particular aspect of bestiality. I think that will shock the shit out of anyone who has never seen a dog throat fuck a woman, or a woman lend herself to that purpose by offering up her mouth as a bitch pussy and her belly as a bitch womb." "I can imagine. How on earth do you breathe?" "You suck in through the nose and force air out through the mouth, which causes a throat flutter that the dogs love. If the mutt isn't too thick, it's not that difficult, unfortunately, most are long and thick. The characteristic Jackson mutt is long, thick, big-balled, with a mouth-size dick knot. You do the best you can to get him to cum, which isn't bad since, in most cases, he'll be cumming directly into your stomach." "Are you saying the cum goes directly to the stomach, or the dick is actually in the stomach?" "In or close to being in. Some get irritated by stomach acid and will pull back enough to ease their discomfort, but they'll go right back after a bit. Like I said, they love burying the knot. The feel they must." "So, the idea is to make them cum and go." "The idea is to be a good fuck no matter where he gets his dick in, but you want him to cum fast when he's head fucking because it's rough getting your head fucked. After he cums, he'll stop fucking you in the mouth. He won't pull out right away, but at least the dick will soften and make breathing easier, plus you're not getting banged and buffeted. When the knot goes down, he'll ease out. Figure five minutes, minimum, and that is if the bitch does nothing to further stimulate the dog. A good bitch can keep a dog for at least ten minutes after he cums. A very good bitch can do twenty or more, and the Jacksons expect their women to be good bitches at the very minimum. You get strapped severely for not being a good bitch. I have suffered one of their strappings. I will not suffer another one, not if I can help it. I can keep a mutt for more than ten in any hole." "Jesus Christ. This is so bizarre. I never imagined bestiality to be this way." "From what I gather, it's not. The Jacksons do it their way with dogs built and conditioned for generations to do it their way. Their dogs treat human females like something to fuck. The females live under a strict rule: you don't pet them, you let them. The men do all the praising and feeding. In the Jackson home, the dog is most definitely the man's best friend. For the females, the dog is something that roams about and can make her assume a mating position with a nudge. Once in position, he may then pick which pussy he wants to fuck - heads or tail. If he mounts over the head, you get that dick in your mouth and swallow it. You then roll onto your back, get up on your elbows, and take a fucking in the throat with his balls draped over your nose. That's mutt fucking Jackson style." "Michelle, I hate to say this, but I hope a few take a notion to throat fuck you." Michelle smiled and patted her mother's hand, saying, "Odds are, at least one will. If that happens, you will witness the most humiliating and degrading thing any woman can be subjected to, and the worst part is being stuck on the dick after he's done, joined mouth to genital with a dog, looking for all intents and purposes as though you are nursing on the animal. For you, I'll try for fifteen. If I do that, I will convince everyone who sees it that I subsist on what comes out of a dog's cock." "Michelle, if I see that, I think I just may masturbate shamelessly." "That wouldn't surprise me. You're at it again, aren't you?" Ann smiled like she let out a silent fart in a crowded elevator, and said, "What tipped you off, the smell?" Michelle sniffed her once wet hand, made a pleasing face, and said, "Not smell, scent." "Scent, huh. Don't tell me you love pussy, too." "Mother, any girl that would nurse on a dog's cock would eat anything." "Anything?" Michelle smiled then slipped slowly to her knees and went under the table, there to be greeted by a wide-spread beaver with her mother looking down on it to see if Michelle would actually do what she appeared to be getting set to do. Michelle placed her palms on her mother's soft, creamy-white, inner thighs to frame the rather large pussy and spread the legs wider. She then eased in to sniff the gash, prompting her mother to say, "Oh, Michelle, you shouldn't." Michelle ignored her mother and sniffed all in and around the splayed cunt, actually poking and moving vaginal flesh with her nose, exaggerating the sniffing and sniffing a scent like a bitch smelling peanut butter, zeroing-in on the hole as the source. With fingertips, Michelle fully exposed the cunt and the cunt hole, bringing forth a groan from the cunt's shy owner. Ann then said, "Michelle, please, you mustn't." There was absolutely no conviction in that mustn't. It was more a, "Stop torturing me and eat my pussy." Michelle just smiled inwardly and put her nose fully inside the hole to draw in a deep breath, making her mom go, "OH FUCK!...Michelle! Oh, you vulgar bitch." This made Michelle burrow her face and nose, which brought on, "Yes, sniff your mommy's cunt hole, you filthy slut. Yes, I said slut. I called you a filthy slut. You're a fucking whore and a slut, now a shameless bitch. Get your bitch nose deep in my fuck hole and smell a lady's cunt, you cunt-sucking mutt-fucker, you pussy loving whore, you slimy-slit-slurping slut, god damn gash gobbler." If Michelle took offense at anything her mother said, it didn't show down below. The words only drove her to use her nose like a finger all inside the gash, which only brought more insults. Michelle was now getting her face wet, but still not using her tongue. That didn't matter. What she did do drove Ann half out of her mind with lust and made her say things she never would have said had Michelle not been wallowing her face between Ann's legs. Watching that was as maddening as feeling it. Ann cried, "You are such a whore, young lady. Prancing around this house wearing only skimpy panties, teasing me and your father with your naked breasts and sexy legs. We should have ripped those fucking panties off and raped you the first time you pulled that stunt. And taking those obscene calls like that, in the living room, lying on the sofa, butt-up, showing your daddy what a cute and fuckable ass you have, as good as saying, 'Please, Daddy, take my panties off and fuck my asshole.' He would, too, in a heartbeat, any asshole, but your asshole especially. I told him he was a fool not to, that you wanted to be his little asshole whore, that you were applying for the position, begging for the job. I told him you were offering him your ass just as plain as day, and chided him for not taking you up on the offer. Yes, I see I was right, too. Well, he'll fuck your ass now, bitch. When he reads this note, he'll fuck every hole you've got and cum where he pleases with my blessing. I want him to fuck your ass and cum in your pussy. Your face is mine and belongs between my legs, you filthy fuck-faced bitch!" Ann had just watched Michelle get her entire face wet and slimy before returning her nose to deeply probe the fuck hole with her lips pressed to asshole, not pursed in a kiss but pressed in tightly so that lips and asshole formed a tight seal. If her mother farted, Michelle would inflate. Ann had rarely experienced oral sex as a recipient, and had never experienced lips on her asshole. In fact, Ann had an asshole that simply was not touched, an off-limits asshole, an asshole used only for one-way traffic, so the sensation of a long, slender tongue slithering in and going against traffic made Ann piss, literally piss, which fell mostly on the crown of Michelle's head. Ann did come to her senses and did regain control, but not before soaking Michelle's head and hair with piss. Ann's gut response was to leap up, end this nonsense, apologize profusely, fetch a towel, and make things right again, but she didn't leap because she still had a tongue fucking her in the ass. It slowly dawned on her that the tongue-fucking hadn't stopped or slowed down all through the pissing. Pissing on Michelle didn't seem to bother her one bit. Gradually, Ann relaxed and settled lower in the chair with her ass rolled up to make a better presentation of that hole which Michelle took as a hint, focusing her full oral attention to that hole while helping to support her mother's ass so that she could settle fully onto her back with her chin dug into her chest, pulling herself into a curl to see Michelle's mouth glued to her asshole. Ann began to focus on the delightfully wicked sensation of a tongue fucking her asshole, not just fucking, but reaming, licking the walls of the colon, licking the sphincter, and digging in shit. Ann couldn't get over the fact that her daughter's tongue was often deep in doo doo. That had to taste like shit, but Michelle didn't act like it did, or if it did, she liked the taste of shit. More and more, Ann kept thinking about pissing on Michelle, the sopping wet and dripping head served as a constant reminder. She really did drench the girl, and Michelle had no way of knowing that it had been an accident. Ann never did apologize, she just stopped pissing. Hell, right before that, she had been calling Michelle a whore and a slut along with every filthy name in the book. Pissing right in her face would have gone well with that. Pissing on her head while she tongue-fucked asshole went very well with that act. Ann kept thinking about doing it again only on purpose this time, and this time, right in the face. Though the new position would likely send a stream straight up to fall straight down, Ann could guide the stream, her pisser being like a tiny dick. She could squirt Michelle right between the eyes, or run a line across the top of her forehead, or do the nose, or just let piss dribble out to flow down the slit to Michelle's lips where piss would puddle until the puddle reached nostrils. It would then be a matter of how long could she hold her breath...unless she drank some. Why would Ann even think such a thing. Ann didn't know, and Michelle only sensed it, but Michelle knew she had a potty freak by the anus and the freak was thinking about pissing again. Neither knew that Ann, at the age of three, had a baby sitter who loved eating shit and drinking piss. Little Ann came to love that unusual sitter. That was a nifty shitter sitter. Only in the deepest recesses of her mind did she remember what that was like being dined on by a person who loved her nasty stuff. Sure enough, she began pissing in well-aimed squirts and ended up doing everything until there was a puddle that Michelle had to decide what to do with. Michelle could have simply eased off and let it fall to the floor, but that would not thrill her mother. Clearly, her mother wanted to see drinking. Michelle didn't want to drink, but thought, "Fuck it, why not. It's not like I'm a debutante." She sipped the puddle down, drank the puddle down, and thrilled the piss out of her mother. To finish her off, Michelle came up and sucked in her clit, taking in the drippy urethra and all, sucking and nursing until Mommy had a climax much like Michelle's. This one brought Ann to the floor where she became a puddle. Michelle got out from under the table and went to rinse her head, wash her face, brush her teeth, and gargle. She thought about sticking a finger down her throat, but thought, "Oh, what the fuck. I leave the mutt cum down there. A little piss can'thurt." She returned to the dining room with her head wrapped in a towel. Her mother was now back in her seat and looking a bit sheepish, embarrassed, ashamed, expecting Michelle to say, "Mother, how could you?" Michelle took her seat, smiled warmly, and said, "You taste pretty good, Mom." Ann showed instant relief but was still embarrassed. She said, "Boy, did I ever unload on you, and I'm not talking about liquid body waste. I'm talking about all those awful things I said." "But it feels good, doesn't it?" Ann smiled and said, "Yes, it feels very good, like I took a good healthy crap all over you." "If it'll make you feel better, be my guest." "Don't tempt me, Michelle. You have no idea how close you came to getting a mouthful of shit." "If it'll make you feel better, you can do that, too. Just don't expect me to eat it. I have to draw the line somewhere." "I wouldn't expect you to eat it, but if you're going to stick your tongue in it, you may as well take it into your mouth. That's the way I see it." "If that's the way you see it, then you should have no qualms about taking a shit in my mouth." "I don't." "Good, then the next time I'm sucking on your asshole, I'll expect you to shit." "I will, Michelle, I will shit right in your mouth." "Like I said, I will expect the shit. While you're shitting, I'll be sucking shit." "Oh god, would you suck my shit into your mouth, Michelle?" Michelle could see that her mom had it bad, needed it bad, and somehow she'd have to adjust to this perversion. At least, she didn't have to swallow. Taking shit off her mother wasn't that big a deal. She had been taking shit off her mother for years, just not literally. She often felt pissed on, but not literally. To be shit in and pissed on went well with being a Jackson bitch, so she reached out to lay a loving hand on her mother's hand and say, "You've been good to me and you tried to make something of me. You always believed in me and pushed me to be all I could be. I reward all that hard work by turning away from all that and throwing myself to the dogs. I am everything you said and more. I owe you this venting, and you may vent on me all you want, however you want, whenever you want, and the same goes for Daddy." "Do you mean that, Michelle?" "Yes. What you said was so true. I was offering my ass as brazenly as I could without presenting it to him naked with a sign that said, 'Please fuck my ass.' I don't think I could have been more obvious had I been naked. The panties drew attention to my ass. I knew he liked ass more than pussy, and had to love my ass. I know I have a very fuckable ass and he heard me telling men how much I love a big cock up my ass, and how I made it through high school avoiding pregnancy by offering ass to my dates, how I have been offering pieces of my ass since I was eleven, and how any stiff dick is welcome in my ass, and I stressed the any. What does a girl have to do to get fucked in this house?" "Wearing a sentry dog collar with bikini panties just about did the trick, but to tell you the truth, I think you will have to present it to him and ask for the fuck. He can't bear the thought of molesting you. He thinks you will eventually look back on it and see him as a pervert. He sees you keeping the grand kids away from him. That it his hang-up, Michelle. Your father very much wants to be a Grandpa, a good Grandpa, as good a Grandpa as he was a Daddy." Michelle sat back wearing a pleasing smile and said, "He would make a good Grandpa. I would like to re-assure him that I would never feel that way. How can I do that?" "I'm not sure you can, but taking the initiative and all the responsibility onto yourself will probably get you fucked. He would be putty in your hands. Simply have your way with him. Use him whenever you feel like it, then just walk away. Don't ever say thanks and never apologize. Just take what you want. Truth is, he would like that very much." "Just take what I want, huh? I kinda like that. You won't mind?" "Heavens no, take all you want. He's all yours, but I expect you to take good care of me without me having to come to you and ask. I want to be used, too. We like to fantasize being at your mercy and you being a sexual predator with a voracious appetite for all types of sex. We see that you have the voracious appetite. You just haven't turned it on us, yet. We've been hoping you might. At least, it's fun to think about. Your father and I enjoy masturbating together while sharing a common fantasy. Lately, that's been the Michelle, sexual predator fantasy." "Interesting...a sexual predator, huh...I suppose it did look that way. I could certainly make it that way, at least for the few days I have remaining in this house." "You could always return to molest us." "I'm not sure that Tyler won't have me on a short leash. Most are. That's part of life as a bitch that makes it a bitch. I do love my freedom. If it turns out that I love playing sexual predator with you and Daddy, giving that up, too, might be one thing more than I'm willing to give up. I may just call this wedding off and play sexual predator instead." "Why not go through with the wedding but don't say I do." "There's a thought." "Could we still attend their church?" This had Michelle mulling until she said, "I don't see why not. I have already undergone the initiation. You might have to go through it, but I know I can get Daddy in." "Me! Go through what you went through! Fifty dogs! Both ends! Naked in front of hundreds of people!" "Exciting isn't it?" "NO! Not for me it isn't. I want to watch it. I don't want to do it, and I have no desires to exhibit intimate areas of my body - well, to you I do, but not to groups. I could never, Michelle." "I'm not sure that you would have to, but it seems that everyone does. When a girl enters puberty, she goes through an initiation. I know none of them avoid that. I get the impression that a female can't enter their church unless she's a bitch, except to attend a wedding. I'm not even sure they'll let me in as a free bitch with no owner." "Why couldn't your father be your owner - our owner?" "I suppose he could, but you would still need to undergo the initiation. Wearing the collar with an owner holding the leash does not make you a bitch, not in their eyes. They want to see bitch with a capital 'B'. When you can nurse on a mutt that just fucked you in the throat, and keep him in your gullet for at least ten minutes, you're a bitch with a capital 'B'. Do that repeatedly before the entire congregation, and you're in. That simple." "I'm afraid that's not simple enough. I would puke if a dog's dick touched my lips. No way could I open my mouth and take him down my throat. I would drown in puke. Honestly, Michelle, I don't know how you do that, or suck ass, or eat pussy, or drink piss, or take shit into your mouth. You must have an iron constitution. I assure you, I do not. I could not have done to you what you did to me, so when you go to molest me, don't you even think about getting even." "I wouldn't dream of getting even, but don't tell me how to molest you. I'll do as I please. You can hold your breath and seal your lips tight, but I'll smother your face with my slimy beaver. I'll slime your tits and suck the piss out of you, piss and shit, and there's not a damn thing you can do to prevent me from getting all you've got. I'll drain your bladder and empty your colon. You'll have no choice but to lie there and suffer though the ordeal." Michelle struck a big nerve with that speech. Ann appeared on the verge of orgasm. Her hands went between her legs as she said, "Yes, do it like that, Michelle. Take it from me. Suck all that nasty stuff out of my body. If you do that, I won't hold my breath or seal my lips. I'll just lie there and let you do what you will with me." "Mom, I am not going to say I do. I already know I'm going to love this way too much." "I'm sure we will too. If Tyler will put you on a short leash, we wouldn't want you to marry him. We sure would like to see that post wedding show, though. I know everyone will be disappointed about that." "If I know Tyler, he'll be so pissed, he'll lead me straight outside. What you'll see is the canine gang rape of a chicken bride. If you'll just pass the word to let Tyler do as he pleases with me, I promise you an even better show. I guarantee you plenty of oral action. The only time I won't have a dog dick in my mouth is when they change dogs." "That would be something, but if this is rape, you won't be doing any nursing." "Says who. I don't want my ass strapped. Just because I don't want to marry Tyler doesn't mean I forgot everything they taught me. I'll nurse. I'll nurse like a piss-sucking daughter." "Ohh, you give me wicked chills when you say things like that." "Is that a fact. I think you're full of shit, Mother. Have you been holding out on me? Is there any shit in your ass? Yes, I can see by the look on your face, you have a big mushy turd in there. You go strip naked, get on your bed, and get on your wide-spread knees with your face in a pillow. If I sense any reluctance on your part to let it go, I swear, I'll twist your fucking clit off. NOW GO!" Like a three-year-old trapped in a house with a shit-eating fairy, Ann ran to the bedroom and stripped. Michelle shook her head as she readied a pan of soapy water. She then gargled with olive oil, giving her teeth a good coating, wondering how bad could it be. Actually, not bad at all. She adjusted to the stench, and a good rinse, a brushing, gargle, floss, and final gargle, she was good as new and fresher than ever. This, she could do, and she was happy it went so well because her mother absolutely loved it and was like a little kid getting her ass sucked. The image made Michelle smile. Now that she had her mother's number, what was dear old dad into besides butt fucking. Turns out, nothing. He was perfectly content to lie on his back and watch Michelle fuck her ass on his dick with her beaver showing. He watched the beaver and savored the sensations on his dick. He never saw anything so lovely and erotic, and she was so energetic. He got tired just watching her fuck a dick. Michelle also took him in her pussy and her mouth, but his clear favorite was the ass fucking in a position where he could see the most pussy and tits. There were several good positions. Michelle was a great sexual predator from the very start, having a natural affinity for taking sex from people and rendering them defenseless. She loved the role and the game. She loved her parents, loved living at home, loved her freedom, and loved her many obscene phone admirers who must have an effective grapevine when they get a hot number. Besides, the damn collar was beginning to get old and becoming a pain. Being treated like the lowest form of life, septic scum, was also losing its luster. In a way, she just wanted to flip them all off and throw the damn collar at them, but as the day came upon them, her mother's excitement swayed her to behave. Michelle also knew that the rest of her family was very much looking forward to a very nasty wedding. Michelle often overheard her mother telling the curious all about it and what to expect, and they were all curious. Most interesting was hearing her mother describe throat fucking and canine oral sex in general. According to her mother, the dogs often pissed in the women while they were nursing, and to spill a drop was to get a belt between the legs. Michelle never thought about it, but it would look like the bitch was nursing on a pissing dick, trying like hell not to spill any. Constant swallowing was a way to stimulate a dick and keep it up longer. The longer it stays up, the longer it remains in. Yes, it would look like she were nursing on mutt piss. Michelle was not the least surprised that her mother would find this notion exciting, but was very surprised at all those who shared her excitement. Over a five-day period, her mother talked to every female member of the family on the Berkley side and the many from the Reynolds side. She was like an obscene phone caller and calls usually ended up with both parties openly masturbating and describing what each was doing. They were having phone sex, no different than the phone sex Michelle gave her callers, only Michelle never did any open masturbating. Ann did, and liked using the sofa, face-up, totally naked with a feather duster up her ass. When Michelle would pass by, she would usually dip to lick or suck the clit, and that was always passed along to whoever was on the line. There was one time Michelle did this and heard her mother say, "Oh god, Mom, Michelle is sucking on my pussy and working the duster in my ass. What should I do, stop her or encourage her...If you think that's best, I'll do that...No, I'm widening my legs for her and stroking her face...Yes, she's being a very good girl. She is sucking her mommy's pussy so nice...I will do something nice for her...I know I'm very lucky...Yes, behavior such as this should be rewarded...Umm, yes...Oh Mother, she sucks my cunt so good...I know she will, You don't even have to ask her. Just don't do anything to stop her. It's best to just let her have her way with you...Oh, god, Mom, I'm cumming..." Scenes such as this happened with two sisters, three aunts, four cousins, three sisters-in-law, a mother-in-law, and two nice nieces who'd make fine pieces. She also spoke with a few of the male members on the Reynolds side and made a date to fuck her husband's father, Michelle's Gramp Reynolds - shocking - but not nearly as shocking as returning from that date with fuck running down her legs, with her husband home, pretending she didn't have fuck running down her legs while telling him she spent the afternoon with his father - doing stuff. They did stuff, all right, and the stuff got all over the place. No, the wedding had to go forward. By Saturday noon, things had reached a level of decadence that demanded satisfaction. The Reynolds and the Berkleys were all fucking each other and each others pets. Decadence spread through the two families like a brush fire in dry grass. Oddly, Michelle stood like a wet oasis amid this conflagration. Sex went on all around her, and she inspired most of it, but got very little of it, just what she took from her mother and father, and they were both pretty wasted and sated from sucking and fucking kin. There would be no prudes at the two O'Clock ceremony. They were all coming, even the kids. All were planning to head outside after the I-dos. No one except her mother knew the I-do would be an I-don't. The Jackson women who were preparing her never suspected. The Jackson's made the dress and fit that dress on Michelle in a back room of the church thirty minutes before the stroll down the aisle. Michelle knew the dress would be obscene, but what they put on her wasn't even a dress by any stretch. It was more a corset with a ruffle fringe, which hid none of her ass and none of her pussy. The top only cupped the undersides of her breasts, and hid nothing important. With white high-heeled boots and a vail that came to her lower back, she was fit to be wed and bred. As a final touch, they shaved her pussy extra close and stuffed peanut butter up her twat. Now, she was ready and her legs were already rubbery. The church was packed, standing room only with three-hundred from the congregation and over two-hundred from Michelle's family. Relatives from both sides came out of the woodwork. They weren't expecting more than eighty. Into this teaming throng, Michelle emerged and took her father's arm as though she really had a wedding dress on. He snapped her leash on the collar. Half way down the aisle, they picked up their first peanut-butter-loving dog. Three more joined them by the time they reached the short flight of steps they'd need to climb to be beside the groom and before the preacher. The going was slow and awkward since she had to avoid tripping over the dogs while feeding them. When they arrived, all could see the feeding as four mutt heads vied for space in a crotch bowed open to try to accommodate them all with two coming in from the front, two from the rear. She looked like a slut feeding mutts slut slobber. Daddy handed the leash to Tyler, his job now done. Now, the reverend took over and went on and on. This was killer, but Michelle was determined not to go to her knees, knowing that if the question were posed while she was getting fucked, she'd probably say, "I do" and be royally fucked. That would never do, so Michelle suffered through a hell few women can relate to and no man can imagine as four long tongues fought for space in a pussy built for one. She ended up assuming an obscene squat gripping her inner thighs, feeding the mutts as though she were all alone with four mutts, a hot pussy, and a jar of Skippy peanut butter. The people on the Reynolds/Berkley side were both shocked and amused. The big question finally came. When it did, Michelle said "No" just "No." When all the murmuring ceased, he asked again. This time, she said, "Hell no!" Tyler was livid, took her by the scruff of her neck and forced her to her all fours, whereupon a Rover took over. He was on her and in her in nothing flat, humping away, making her tits jiggle and her eyes go cross. Tyler waited, then said, "Now, ask her." The reverend asked the question again, but Michelle held resolute and said, "No." That did it. He pulled the mutt off her and dragged her ass outside. Five-hundred rushed to be there first. Tyler and three other Jacksons, stripped her naked, spread her out on her back over a fuck bench, and got mounts on her, heads and tails. Other Jacksons worked crowd control, having to keep pushing them back so that everyone could see. What everyone saw was the canine rape of the century, one that went on for over an hour and exhausted a dozen of the best of Jackson. She had to be carried off, but she got to take the collar off and give it a throw of sorts, dropped actually, but it was a symbolic gesture that ended the engagement. Tyler picked it up and asked one of the nice nieces if she'd like to try it on. When she declined, he asked the other one. That never works. When you go to a table of women and one turns you down, just slink away. Tyler was an idiot, but he had a good phone rap. Michelle was now free and free to be a sexual predator in a large herd. She'd had her fill of mutts, but she had no qualms about putting one on others just for fun. She and Max became a common sight. Word got around, don't run. She had lots of fun. Max didn't do too bad either. 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